(Story) Toetally: Maternal Make-up

Toetally: Maternal Make-up

By: Guireyart10

Sanjana's foot squeezed the gas pedal, pressing Marissa into her sweaty insole.

The tiny woman had been stuck under her best friend's gargantuan ped for over three hours now. Unfortunately for her, Sanjana was not only heavy footed, but also in a particularly bad mood today. This meant that every step on the accelerator or brakes was life-threatening for Marissa. She clung to Sanjana's slender toe stalks, praying that she wouldn't lose her grip and slip under the ball of her foot. 

Far above Marissa's struggle for survival, Sanjana couldn't be bothered to think of her miniscule friend. Today was Sanjana's birthday, and as was tradition in the Bakshi family, that meant she had to present herself before her mother, Kamili. 

Their relationship wasn't awful, but it was a bit tense ever since Sanjana joined the college basketball team. 

Despite her team's overwhelming success, and utter dominance across multiple seasons, Kamili never came to a single game. It wasn't like she was unaware of their time or location either, as Sanjana would always send them to the family group chat. If she'd at least attended one game, perhaps things would be different, but unfortunately that was not the case.

Sanjana grit her teeth as she turned onto her mother's street, curling her toes subconsciously. 

Marissa's whole world began collapsing in on itself as the enormous brown mountains surrounding her began to squeeze together.

The moist surface of Sanjana's toes crumpled the little woman and threatened to pulp her at any moment. Despite her life depending on her best friend's slightest subconscious movements, Marissa couldn't help but moan with a hint of pleasure at the whole situation. 

After a few moments, the colossal digits released their grip, and spared Marissa her life for the time being. She trembled as a sigh of relief slipped through her lips. 

"I don't know how much more of this I can take…"

Sanjana pulled up to the front gate. A blonde woman there took one look at her face and instantly bowed, pressing a button to allow her passage immediately. Sanjana nodded in the woman's direction, and wordlessly continued on into the estate. 

North West Bakshi Manor. Of her mother's three major properties, this was the one with which Sanjana was least familiar. She was never too fond of living in any of the family estates, which is why she chose to move out with her older siblings years ago. 

As she approached the front entrance, she hesitated for a moment. Looking at the lavish front entrance to the manor, Sanjana knew that her mother lay beyond those doors. A worker appeared, ready to park the car for her, prompting Sanjana to sigh and put the car in park. 

She stepped out onto the pavement without hesitation, and Marissa's life was once again almost forfeit. Sanjana's toes had pressed down slightly to support her movement as she exited the car, an act that put heavy amounts of pressure on the tiny woman's body. 

Snap. Marissa's left leg had buckled and broken under the weight. 

There wasn't even time for the tiny woman to scream as Sanjana began walking. She tossed her car keys to the awaiting servant, and saw herself up the front steps. Every step threatened to pulverise Marissa into a greasy little smear. Somehow she managed to hold out, all the while steadily getting more and more aroused despite the severity of the situation.

A servant opened the front door for Sanjana, and a number of maids awaited her inside, all with their heads bowed. A short mustachioed man proceeded in front of them. 

"Welcome home, Miss Sanjana." He said, bowing deeply. "Please allow me to be the first to wish you a happy birthday."

"Thanks Sunny, how ya holding up?" Sanjana replied casually.

"Splendid as always, Miss. It is always a pleasure to see you again." 

"Yeah, yeah, the pleasure's all mine, Sunshine. Where's Ma- I mean, my mother?"

"Right this way, Miss, she is waiting for you."

Sunny led Sanjana down a long and decorated hall, its walls adorned with highly realistic paintings of herself and her siblings when they were younger. 

Finally, they arrived at a reddish room with a massive fireplace. The mustachioed butler bowed silently and gestured for Sanjana to enter the room.

She took a deep breath and stepped in, the door shutting behind her.

A large chair was in front of her facing the fireplace. 

"Sanjana."

The young woman snapped to attention, a light shiver running down her spine. 

"Y-yes, mother."

"Come and take a seat, my child. That drive must've been awfully tiring." A hand extended from the side of the chair, pointing towards a red leather sofa near to it.

With no delay, Sanjana walked deeper into the room, finally passing the large chair, allowing her to see the face of her mother, Kamili. She took a seat, and closed her legs tight, foregoing her usual style to sit spread legged. 

Kamili's eyes were closed, and a glass of wine was in her right hand. 

Sanjana's eyes were locked on the ground at her own dirty sneakers. She mentally cursed herself for choosing not to dress accordingly for this situation. 

Inside of said sneakers, Marissa was finally given a moment of relief, as her massive oppressor had ceased the majority of her movement. The tiny woman shivered under her friend's toes, quaking at their unquestionable dominance over her petite form.

Sanjana felt as small as Marissa actually was, as she finally raised her eyes to look at her mother's face. 

The older woman opened her eyes at that exact moment, and their paradoxically soft yet hawk eyed gaze bore into Sanjana's very being. They were stern and powerful, yet somehow still motherly. Either way, Sanjana couldn't help but feel as if her mother's gaze could crush her like an insect.

Despite all the anger and resentment she felt towards her mother for not showing any interest in one of her passions, Sanjana couldn't dare to voice any of that now. Her thoughts raced with all sorts of things, but none of them were strong enough to form words for her to speak. 

"Sanjana, I want to apologize to you."

The sound of these words caught off guard. So much so that it took her a moment to even gather the strength to respond.

"Wh-what?"

"I want to apologize to you. I've never attended a single one of your games, despite the fact that you come out here to see me every time I ask you to." 

Sanjana couldn't believe what she was hearing. In all of her years of living with her mother, she'd never once heard her apologize to anyone for any reason.

"Mother, I-"

"A moment dear, I have something for you."

Kamili snapped her fingers, and immediately a maid appeared at the door holding a box. The young woman walked in, placed the box on the small table beside Kamili, then bowed her head and left silently.

"I wanted to do something special for you. It certainly does not make up for the games that I missed, but I want to give you this as a promise for the future."

Kamili pushed the box towards her daughter.

Sanjana opened it, and her eyes widened. 

Inside of the box were a pair of Jordans, with a signature written on each. 

"They're special, just for you."

Having received mostly impersonal gifts chosen by the butlers for years, a gift like this was completely out of left field. Sanjana couldn't help but feel her cheeks fill with heat. 

"M-mom, I"

Before she could finish, Kamili stood up and walked over to her. The mighty woman got down on one knee in front of her daughter, and took her hand. 

"I give you my word, Jana. I'll be sure to attend your games from this point on."

Sanjana hadn't heard her mother call her by that name in years. Tears began to well I'm her eyes, and she reached out to pull her mother into a hug. 

For the first time in years, her mother was finally showing support for her interests, and making an attempt to build the bond between them. 

"Thank you, Mom." Sanjana choked out, holding back tears.

"I hope this can at least be a start between us again." Kamili said with a smile, stroking her daughter's cheek with the back of her hand.

"Definitely." 

"Here, give me your foot."

"W-what? Mom, my sneakers are filthy!"

"Nonsense, what does a little bit of dirt hurt!"

Kamili grabbed Sanjana's right foot and proceeded to remove the sneaker from it. She then did the same with the left. Sanjana's bare feet came to rest on the imported carpeting. The scent released from her sweaty appendages quickly reached her mother's nostrils.

"Jana...I realize this contradicts my previous statement...and I am trying my best not to ruin this moment...but in the future, do take better care of your feet."

"Y-yes mother!" Sanjana yelped, gripping the fibers of the carpet with her toes. 

Far beneath the two women, Marissa lay on the ground between them. She had fallen off of Sanjana's foot as it had been pulled from its sweaty confine.

She stared up in awe at Kamili and Sanjana, unable to hear their words properly as their voices boomed constantly. From her low perspective, the bite-sized young woman watched as Kamili took an enormous sneaker, and slid it onto her daughter's foot. 

Marissa wasn't even fazed by the passing of Sanjana's monstrous foot overhead, she was completely engulfed by a peculiar yet powerful scent that was coming from nearby. 

This scent happened to be the lotion from Kamili's foot, which Marissa happened to be positioned directly in front of. Despite being encased in an expensive looking slipper, the powerful aroma dominated the young woman's senses, and combined with the colossal imagery of her best friend's feet above her, she couldn't help but get turned on. 

Sanjana stomped around a bit in her new sneakers, her usual method of breaking them in. However, they already felt perfect, as if made exactly for her feet. She knew instantly that this was exactly the case, and turned to her mother with a smile.

"They feel amazing, Mom!"

Kamili smiled back at her, then looked down at her daughter's feet. Suddenly, a scowl spread across her face. 

"What, on earth, is that?" She snarled. 

Sanjana tensed up at the drastic change in her mother's demeanor, and followed her gaze down to the object of her disgust. 

"Oh shit, I forgot about Marissa."

Sanjana had forgotten that she'd shrunken Marissa to use as a stress toy for her birthday, a practice that'd become practically a tradition at this point. Normally she'd make sure to crush Marissa out before entering the manor, as her mother wasn't too fond of her, but she'd been so preoccupied that she forgot about her entirely. 

If Kamili were to recognize Marissa here and now, all this mother daughter bonding might get flushed down the toilet.

Sanjana instinctively raised her foot, casting a shadow over her shrunken best friend.

"Sorry Marissa, but you need to not exist right now." 

Before she could stomp down, Kamili stopped her. 

"Sanjana, are you really going to sully the shoes I just gave you?" 

She snapped out of her murderous haze.

"S-sorry, mother! I just figured I should squish this bug for you."

Kamili rose to her feet, standing over her daughter, and unknowingly, her daughter's best friend far below.

"Honestly girl, first you think I'm afraid of some dirt, and now you act like I've never squashed a bug before. Clearly we've spent far too much time apart."

The older woman slid her foot out from her slipper, and raised it directly over Marissa.

"Let it never be said that your mother is squeamish."

From Marissa's perspective, Kamili looked all-powerful. Her foot resembled a more mature version of Sanjana's, with subtle signs of age showing in various places. The aroma of Kamili's lotion was even more prevalent now that her foot was no longer confined to a slipper, and puny Marissa could barely focus her thoughts. Pain and ecstasy had overcome her mind. 

As the colossal brown sole began to lower and fill her view, her last glimpse up at it's owner for a brief moment morphed into that of an older Sanjana. 

"Sanj, you're so-"

Spulch. Marissa exploded into a miniscule splotch of red under the ball of Kamili's foot, offering absolutely no resistance. 

A single twist rendered the tiny stain nonexistent. 

"See?" Kamili said with a smile at her daughter, whose mouth was agape watching the whole ordeal. "I think the same happened to you a couple times, if I remember correctly. You had that mouthy phase for a bit."

"Heh, yeah...anyway do you want to have dinner now maybe?" Sanjana replied, quickly trying to change the subject as she watched her mother's foot reenter its slipper. 

There wasn't even a visible smudge of Marissa on Kamili's sole nor the carpet.

"Yes, let's do that, I am rather hungry."

The mother daughter duo walked towards the door where maids eagerly awaited them.