Deviant Downsizing (Chapter 21) (Patreon)

Of course, at Eloise’s newfound stature which meant she could’ve starred in a real-life mega-woman B-movie, it wasn’t quite possible for Mason to “hold” his sibling’s hand. If anything, he could’ve crawled right into her palm and been the one held instead. Still, they did their best, as he clutched both mitts around the giantess’s thick thumbpad. Then, drawing a weighty inhale and consciously blacking out every other thought except Eloise’s restoration, Mason gave it his all. Promisingly, he didn’t notice a flat-out psychological blockade this time while squeezing her finger. Instead, he felt that familiar catharsis almost land, and even noticed his sister’s massive frame begrudgingly winnow down a little, only to rubber-band right back to that record-huge fifty-foot peak.

“Good try, good try!” Lori cheerleaded before either of her children could let this failure dampen their spirits. While the woman’s greatest priority now was likely just ensuring her daughter didn’t have a panic attack that made her grow into a neighborhood-obliterating multi-mile-tall goddess, she still handled this situation as though she was helping students puzzle through tricky homework. “That was a great start. See, we’re making progress! Mason, why not try it again, but from up here?”

Dubious, but at this point ready to try any harebrained scheme to solve this hulking dilemma, Mason did as his mother said and joined her beside Eloise’s lovely billboard-enormous countenance. With a hand laid at his even-bigger sister’s cheek, he made another attempt, only to feel like his psyche had slammed into a brick wall. Whatever subconscious clash of their matching powerset was happening here, its mysterious negation was just made more unstoppably resolute by holding contact in this spot. Trying for much longer would’ve outright fatigued Mason as if he’d sprinted a mile without breathing.

“That’s not going to work,” he huffed, now just as exasperated as his sibling by their stalled powers. “I’m sorry, El. I don’t know what’s-”

“Please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. You’re only trying to help me. This is all MY fault, and you know it,” Eloise kindly interrupted, while her mood was fast turning sullen again.

“It’s nobody’s fault,” Lori affirmed, since the last thing on Earth she ever would’ve allowed was either of her children putting themselves down as a result of their deviant background. Cupping both her son and daughter’s chins in her palm, even if Eloise’s was so much larger, she looked back and forth between them. “It’s just like you said, hon. We can’t help the way we’re born. We are who we are. And now we just have to learn how everything fits. Which we will. I’ve… got another idea for you to try, kiddo. It might sound a little… strange, I know. Maybe just a shot in the dark. But, it seems like where you create that connection with your sister is just as important as being close to her, before you use your power. You almost made it work, when you held her hand, but not when you touched her face. Well, by THAT logic, maybe you’ve got to go… you know… lower down. Much lower.”

Mason turned around, gazing along the length of Eloise’s gigantic space-cramped body, to where Lori was indicatively staring. The girl’s titanic bare feet, kicked all the way over into the adjoining room and still propped against the sofa, awaited there: an answer that was both surreally irrational and somehow the most obvious conclusion. Right away, Mason had to stoically conceal a wide-eyed flinch, as he was simultaneously doubtful that this would work, certain that it had to, and most of all, arousingly eager to try, regardless of whether it did a damn thing to help or not. Once more, via whatever cosmic kismet had aligned before to save him from his own shrinking powers after half-drowning him in a sultry overdose of their mother’s beautifully sweat-soiled peds, he’d just been gifted another unlikely opportunity to set everything right (against all odds) by subjugating himself at the lanky supple-soled foot of a gargantuan loved one.

“Wait, lower? You… mean my feet?” Eloise asked, having not been told about every last detail on Mason’s own size recovery while she was gone. With genuine incredulity, she added: “How is that going to help?”

“Just trust me, hon,” Lori said, and gave her son a nod.

That was all the incentive Mason needed, as he cumbersomely crossed back over the destroyed room, past the totaled dining furniture and his elder sibling’s pillar-sized legs laid in the way. Without pause, he stuffed himself back into the same cramped posture he’d occupied while Eloise grew and inadvertently pile-drove him under her sole, wedging himself between the couch and her heel. Her whole foot was slightly longer than his whole stature now, which brought every wrinkle and blush of that curvy-arched underbelly into vivid relief for Mason. Naturally, his sister’s foot was not only proportionally smaller than their six-four mother’s own behemoth appendage, but also lacked those constant heat-spouting power surges that kept every square inch of Lori’s sole terrain buttered up in scalding salt-preserved sweat and firing off plumes of hyper-mawkish B.O. like out-of-control oven-belched flames twenty-four-seven.

Still, even without a superpower that automatically turned the bottoms of her feet into soggy warzones of putrid musk and insole crumbs, Eloise was apparently unnerved enough by tonight’s bombshell discovery of her incredibly late-blooming deviant status that both massive peds were flushed ruddier than average. They were also glazed over in a shining fluid luster of anxious perspiration, which meant she now had spilled dinner and drywall dust smeared all over those damp arch creases and pasted into chubby-shafted toe pockets. Mason allowed himself only a few heart-pounding moments of study to savor this chance: a consolation prize for cutting off his own addiction to worshipping Lori’s raunch-basted size-14s at their hugest-possible comparative scope. Still, since he didn’t want to make his family suspicious by taking so long here, and most importantly wished to help his sister return to normal, he tried to downsize her for the third go-round. Only this time with his outspread hands clasped firmly against that sumptuous lightly-moistened padding of either impeccable sole slab.

“Wow. I think it’s working now. That feels really f-funny. But also almost… good?” Eloise uttered, both perplexed and mollified at once. Sure enough, she was reducing back toward her ordinary size, though at a much slower rate than her earlier microsecond growth spurt which had wrecked the dining room. “Yes! It is working. Mason, you’re DOING it. Please, don’t stop!”

Mason dialed in his focus even tighter, pushing into his leviathan sibling’s downy dimpled soles, until all he could feel or see was either warm creamy-textured wall. Her unconscious resistance to this change was still present and counterbalancing his power, but he was winning this time – courtesy of whatever daffy pseudoscience Lori had stumbled upon by suggesting this approach. Plus a touch of added motivation for Mason, as he was washed in goose bumps from this enchanting opportunity to grope Eloise’s spacious sweat-frosted peds with all his concentration. His highest priority was still to help his family, but he would’ve been lying to himself to say he wasn’t guiltily relishing the process now. Determined, Mason kept ahold of both his sister’s feet, steadily crossing back into the other room with every lost inch, until Eloise sat at her regular height again among all that dining debris. Eloise was plainly still distressed, since her worry about those overseas deviant victims had now been compounded by disastrously learning she was a mutant being herself, despite every sign to the contrary. Yet, for now, she was relieved enough to laugh, sigh, and embrace her loved ones.

“So… I guess I’ve got some cleaning up to do, huh?” Eloise penitently muttered under her breath, as they all took in the room-crashing mess her uncontrolled gift had provoked. “Sorry, Mom.”

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That's the end of this story, but not the last one we'll see set in this deviant world. Stay tuned!