After being saved by your impatient father, your mother luckily forgets she was going to chew you alive and swallow her own son as a snack. Your rapid breathing started to slow as you quickly find out you’re not headed into your titanic mothers maw of death. Still slightly scared, you remain still to not give yourself away to your mother who would certainly punish you for not following her specific instructions a few hours ago.
“Oops. I almost forgot my shoe ornament and anklet charms!” Your mother says aloud, talking and giggling to her self as she normally does. Her ginormous smooth, silky, slender thumb and index finger begin radiating with heat from your body causing your goddess of a mother to grip you harder slightly smothering you in her sweaty grasp.
“This lucky one can go right here” your mother says with a huge smirk revelling in the fantasy of being able to create a dress she’s been wanting to make for years filled with little yous since your unfortunate curse. You’re lowered further and further down to the floor and pinned against her transparent heel. Pinned by your mothers gigantic thumb and with red painted nail varnish and her transparent stiletto heel you stay still, still masking your self in plain sight as her tiny candy accessory. Suddenly you’re flipped around causing your entire body to smashed into the heel and feel a sticky, gooey substance applied to you. Before you can even think what was applied you are immediately flipped back around and smashed into the heel again and pressed against hard by your mothers godly thumb causing you to stick permanently, completely unable to move or twitch a limb.
“There we are! Nice and secured.” Your mother continuing to talk to her self whilst grabbing and popping another ‘you’ inside her mouth followed by a crunch and glup.
“Now for my anklet” she says immediately forgetting about you and dropping her stiletto heel to the ground picking another you up.
Stuck and superglued to your mothers heel was quite a sight to behold as she dangled her smooth bare soles above you as she was carefully applying three tiny sons to her anklets trying not to snap and break them to further display her costume of being a goddess leaving no small detail out.
“Finally, all finished!” Your mother says aloud with an exhausted yawn still clearly tried from her short sleep.
After finishing her costume, your mother plops her feet on ground right in front of you causing the entire world to shake and tumble causing a fear you’ve only experienced whilst shrunk many years ago when the family pet nearly ate you. Despite being terrified of this situation your foot fetish kicks in calming you down at the sight of your mothers feet perfectly pedicured and coated in black nail varnish ready for a Halloween party. This feeling of excitement made it hard to contain yourself when you were actually at the party with all of your mothers sexy titanic friends, especially Trish who looked like her twin.
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