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55five5 — Supportive Son Pt. 5
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Published: 2019-08-18 23:57:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 49858; Favourites: 275; Downloads: 117
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Officially way too fucking long but there you goPart 6 tomorrow maybe
- Look, Dan, sweetheart… I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it... I'm not turning you back.
A horrified squeal escaped Dan's throat as he stared into his mother's unapologetic face.
- nononoNO! Mom!!
Nicole gave the insole of her shoe a small, pitying smile of commiseration as she let it twist gently back and forth on her finger, turning out her bottom lip mockingly as though she truly felt bad for what she was doing even though they both knew that was a lie.
- I'm sorry if... well, I'm sure you have mixed feelings about this... I mean I can't imagine you're thrilled at the prospect of being stuck permanently under my foot for the rest of your life... and I know I did promise that your transformation was going to be temporary, which would make this, you know, a pretty selfish betrayal of your trust on my part…
- Please! PLEASE!
- But, honestly Dan?
Nicole tried to hold her expression of faux concern, but it quickly dissolved into a smug, self-satisfied grin.
- I just don't care.
- Wh-what…?
- I mean, I really don't have to care, do I? You’re my shoe! You don't have a say in this or anything else anymore. You signed up for an evening of being walked all over and… I’ve decided to extend it to a lifetime.
- Deal with it.
As Dan stared at his mother, gawping in utter disbelief, she shrugged blithely, a small, crushing gesture of nonchalance.
- No... she's- she's not being serious! She can't do this!
- And, I mean, honestly Dan, you did volunteer for this so easily last night, I didn’t have to talk you into it at all. It was... actually kind of pathetic. And weird.
Nicole’s face contorted suddenly in an expression of distaste and disapproval.
- Like, I’m your mom, why would you want this? And don’t get me wrong I was glad at the time, but thinking back on it you seemed almost excited to be turned into a shoe, to get squashed under my gross sweaty foot all night.
- Honey that is just disgusting, OK?
- No! Mom, that’s not- I just wanted to help…
- Anyway, the point is, I figure there’s at least a chance- I mean, maybe you're actually happy to hear all this? In there? Somehow?
- Sure it might not be exactly how you wanted your life to pan out, trapped permanently as your own mother’s footwear at nineteen and left there for eternity but, hey, you wanted to be my shoe, now you get to… stay as my shoe!
- NO! NO! YOU- YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!
- Look, if you are a little upset in there, which I would totally understand, just let me explain, OK? Maybe it'll help you to acclimate a little if you know why I’m doing this to you.
Nicole set Dan down on the coffee table with a clack and reclined comfortably on the sofa, right where she had slept the night before, before continuing her diabolical confession.
- It was the girls last night that convinced me, really. I was all for turning you back at first, or at the very least giving you the option to volunteer yourself for this, but after I told them about you they just insisted I not take the risk.
- They said some “transformees” have “bad experiences”, “strange sensations” of discomfort or some such. I mean I can’t think of anything less comfortable than getting turned into a fucking shoe, but it’s… ah…
Nicole gulped and grinned awkwardly, aware she had gotten a little carried away.
- …Sorry.
- But, the girls, they all said to not waste time turning you back and forth, to just make the decision I felt was best for you, as your mother, and I honestly felt this was it.
- No… no…
- But I’ll tell you what baby, if you genuinely disagree, if you think I’m totally wrong and that you really can’t handle this and want out right now…
- Wha- oh, yes! I’ll do anything!
- Then I’ll give you five seconds, right now, to make that clear. Just… make some sound or indication, anything, to show to me that you truly don’t want to stay as a shoe forever, and I promise I’ll reverse you right away.
- Shit! No!
Even though he knew it was futile Dan squirmed with all his might, yelling and thrashing in his paralytic shoe-shaped prison, but to no avail. He didn’t budge an inch or emit the tiniest peep.
- I… I can’t!
- Oh, my bad, I totally forgot, you can't talk, can you sweetheart? Oh well, you had your chance, and your time is up, so I guess I’ll just have to assume you’ve been enjoying yourself down there!
- Not that I'd take the opinion of a shoe into consideration anyway.
- OH FUCK YOU YOU TWISTED FUCKING BITCH! HOW COULD YOU!? I-I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Nicole giggled cruelly, surprised at how fun it was to indulge in a little sadism now that her son was completely helpless and at her mercy.
- I’m- I’m sorry sweetheart, I shouldn’t laugh at you… I mean it is a little funny, but you probably don’t need me teasing you as well right now do you?
Nicole grinned down at Dan, unaware that he was viciously and impotently ranting at her at that very moment. Casually she reached up with a bare foot and gently ran her big toe along his face, taunting him even as he shrieked at her ignorance and cruelty in blind rage.
