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Deviant Downsizing (Chapter 7)
🕑 Added 2025-07-03 13:00:05 +0000 UTCMason’s finish was just as inevitable, though, and he showed the least hesitation of all once it became physically impossible to hold himself back any longer. With his face still smeared in Lori’s greasy sweat, his mouth open for a drooly kiss, and his features blushed the same reddish-peach as her skin from all the heat, he let out a croak like he was fighting back bittersweet tears – as if all this wasn’t humiliation enough already – and then he took tight hold of his raging hardness. Just directly making contact with that arousal, probably the most turned-on he’d ever been in his hormonal young life, made him shudder fiercely, but still he didn’t divorce his tongue from the giantess’s heel. He couldn’t: not until this was done. Every livewire element of Lori’s dirty superpowered ped – the salty leakage, the guttural odor, the spongy musculature, the brain-melting temperature – all synchronized with his libido now, thrusting him faster toward climax even more so than his own feverish masturbation could. Though of course the latter was instrumental, too, especially since Mason’s total bodily saturation in his mother’s sticky yet viscous perspiration made for more-than-sufficient lube in a pinch.
Gasping, kissing, and gyrating from the multi-tasking anarchy of hornily lapping at Lori’s supple heel while jackhammering his erection, he finally sputtered to a glorious end. The effect was instantaneous, jumping Mason away from the giantess’s foot and virtually paralyzing him in an inch-tall curled-up ball of abject frame-quaking euphoria. It felt upsettingly good. There wasn’t any question, as nauseous and self-degraded as he simultaneously felt right now, that no previous orgasm in his life could’ve measured up to the explosive pleasure of this one.
Now groggy but absurdly satisfied, and just waiting for this erotic afterglow to end so the incestuous post-nut clarity could crush whatever remained of his dignity, Mason messily arose in the still-standing sweat puddle before Lori’s foot where he’d just carried out his profane business. Blinking, he could still hardly believe how far he’d taken things here. It almost didn’t seem real. Who the hell was he? As it would turn out, though, the shrunken deviant would have to contemplate such identity crisis questions later, because he’d just noticed a gently seismic shift in his mother’s heel. She was moving. Looking upward in horror, he watched her toes spreading and bunching as if to stretch. Then, even more distressing, he heard Lori yawn herself back awake.
“Mmmmm. Oh, that feels much better!” she announced, blissfully oblivious to everything which had just gone on down at her table-propped feet. “Wonder how long I was even out. Forgot to look at the clock. Oh, well. I guess I really did need my beauty sleep, or at least a little bit extra to top me off. Hey, kiddo, where’d you get off to?”
By the time Lori had opened her eyes all the way and though to enquire about her son’s whereabouts, though, Mason was already long gone. He’d leapt up, pulled on his pants, and then taken off sprinting like his life depended on it. Which, in a way, it seemed like it might, considering the kind of bridge-burning PTSD-inducing familial ignominy that would surely blow up in his face, if only he’d stuck around long enough for Lori to lean forward and see her half-nude post-jizzed shrunken failure of a son indulging in just about the sickest ritual either of them could’ve imagined. But he couldn’t allow that to happen. With his heart pounding achily in his chest, Mason had just enough emergency focus to align his life-or-death run with the foot-shaped blind spot in his mother’s reposed sightline, ensuring he stayed blocked behind her enormous shadow-casting size-14 all the way until he could dive back inside his tiny dollhouse. Now he just had to pray he’d taken cover before she could see him.
Hearing her cheery voice outside seemingly indicate that he’d gotten away with it, Mason knew he still couldn’t relax yet, since evidence of his crime was literally drenched all over his body in multiple forms. All she had to do was look inside the little toy house, which was lacking in several walls for easy play access, and she’d find him here, suspiciously filthy and sexually strung-out. Thinking fast, Mason stripped off those clothes, still damp and stinking with her heel sweat, and hurled himself into the puny plastic dish of water that Lori had provided for his washing-up purposes since the downsizing. He dunked himself into the makeshift bath, hoping against hope that his tracks had been covered.
“Hey, are you in… OH!” Lori blurted, as she sat up and leaned over the habitat, peering into one of the dollhouse’s openings. She only caught a glimpse of the naked runt floating in his bath before she realized what she was seeing, then rapidly withdrew, covering her eyes. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn’t see anything, I promise! I… guess I’m still getting used to giving you your privacy in there.”
“No problem!” Mason shouted from his ostensible bathtime inside. “I’ll, um, just be a minute, Mom.”
He was panged by even greater guilt at his mother’s propriety, considering the things he’d just done at her heel without her knowledge. But he knew he’d have to find a way to live with it, one way or another, as well as start psychologically unraveling the foot-obsessed debauchery he’d just allowed himself to relish. His pulse was still stampeding, partially due to the panicked after-orgasm sprint when she’d almost found him out, but even more so from the mind-blowing thrill of living out that unrelenting sensual urge. Worse, with a disgusted self-loathing wince, Mason already knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d ever spoil himself at Lori’s catastrophically sloppy peds, so long as he had the chance. That magnetic draw had only gained strength, and he just wanted even more. Now proven that he was a deviant in more ways than one, Mason sunk back into the water, wondering how he was ever going to live down either this incident or his shrunken non-powered status, even if both stayed secrets forever. What was going to become of him?
