Shrunk Son (Complete Short Story)

Lucy was a single mother in her early thirties. In fact, she was the mother of two beautiful children who she got at a very young age. She got her daughter Anne at 19 and her son Jake at 21. Basically, when she got her children, she was an inexperienced mother, with bad judgment. Back then she was working in a bar and got pregnant somewhat. She tried to raise her two kids the best she could and when she got the second once she dropped her bartending job to find herself another job as a secretary and tried to make a living the best she could despite her low education.

The kids got off a pretty wrong start as their mother was an easy prey for alcohol, cigarettes, drugs and other bad stuff you don’t want a mother to consume. But Lucy got herself together and started a fairly nice progression towards a responsible life in her twenties and got enough money to send her kids to school.

I am writing this because Lucy was my employee before I fired her, she worked as my secretary. I need to write this down to clear my mind. Something is wrong with that woman. As years went by she seemed to be a real nice woman until one day I learned something terrible was going on in her family. Here is how I got to know everything, and how she told me.

It all began when I noticed, on a rainy day of September that Lucy had some pretty nice shoes on. She always had nice shoe, many different pairs, but that day it really caught my attention since her shoes were spotless clean. Days passed and everyday her shoes were very very clean all the time. No scuffs, no marks, no dust, I even noticed the worn soles of her high heels to be almost not dusty. One day after work I noticed she didn’t leave her shoes under her desk like other employees, she would put her shoes in her bag and, they would be dusty after the day work and the next morning, her shoes would be clean as new. What looked like pretty pointless caught my attention more than I could think of and for a complete month until it was October, I noticed the same pattern on all her boots, shoes and heels, and loafers. Always clean in the morning, getting dusty from the firm’s floors and all the walking during the day, and clean again in the morning. One time, we were smoking cigarette outside near the entry and I saw her accidentally walk into a mud puddle with her nice ankle boots. They were muddy and the next morning those ankle boots were spotless.

It was pretty nothing. But it annoyed me and I was curious. One day I just asked her.

“Hey Lucy, nice shoes! How do you keep them so clean?”

“Oh, my son cleans them.” She told me back while looking at her computer screen.

“Your son?” I asked, surprised by the answer she gave me nonchalantly.

She looked at me and kind of chuckled. “Yeah my son, he’s been doing that for years, he likes to lick my shoes clean all the time. It’s kind of funny I mean, he’s so cute.”

“Your son licks your shoes?”

“Sure!” she said and went back to her computer screen like this was a normal statement. I was stunned. I asked her to follow me to my desk. When we got in, I closed the door behind and told her to sit down. I sat at my desk and, as her boss I sensed I had a moral responsibility to dig and see what was wrong.

“Lucy, how come your son licks your shoes all the time, this is peculiar.” I told her, very seriously.

“Oh no, it’s fine, really, he likes it. He licks his sister’s shoes too, it’s just for fun. He’s a kid you kno, kids do weird things.” She answered me.

“How did it start?”

“Well he was young and I caught him playing with his toy cars in my closet, running his cars under my high heels like they were bridges you know. And then he would play near my shoes all the time. When I was cooking he would play on the ground near me, running his cars everywhere. One day I caught him smelling inside my sneakers and I thought it was so funny I could stop laughing. I asked him if he thought it smelled good and he said yes, ahah! I couldn’t stop laughing. It was so funny.” She paused. I was frowning. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, he always had that thing for my shoes and his sister’s shoes. One day he started licking the dirt off our shoes and he’s so cute when he does that. He crawls in front of me, asks me if he can lick my shoes clean and I say yes. Then he gets his little tongue out and licks my shoes or boots or whatever I am wearing. I rotate my ankles so he can lick under them too. His face gets all dusty and his tongue gets black then he removes my shoes and smells inside them while I go cook dinner or do chores. He does that with his sister too. The most disgusting is when he licks her soccer cleats after they’re all muddy, it’s so funny. She makes him beg and all, and finally she lets him lick them clean. He swallows everything, I wonder how he does that but, for us it’s like he’s always been like this. He likes our shoes, and probably the smell of our shoes, so, it’s like no big deal really. He’s been doing that for years, really.”

Lucy was explaining everything as if it was all very normal. I thought my jaw would drop.

“What else he does like?” I asked.

“Is this an interview or something?” she asked me.

“No no Lucy I am just curious and as your boss I am concerned about this, I am not sure I feel comfortable with this.” I said.

“Well, really, Maam, it’s no big deal, I mean, I am sure he would like your heels too. He does that, he’s my son and he’s like that. There is nothing I can do about it.” She told me.

“What else does he like?”

“Well, he likes me and Anne to stand on him, like, trample him and such thing. Or he likes to act as a footstool. He’s funny. My little boy!”

“You trample your son?”

“Yeah sure, well I am not heavy you know. He’s a strong boy. He especially enjoys when we trample his face.”

“What?”

“Yeah yeah!”

“You stand on your son’s face?”

“Yes! Almost everyday! I mean, he’s always at our feet, like, he loves that. He says: Mom, can you stand on my face? And I am like, with my shoes or not? And he decides if he prefers me wearing shoes or not. Sometimes his face gets all red or he has some marks imprinted on his face from our shoes soles, it’s funny. He’s a happy kid you know! I remember that day I stood on his face while cooking dinner and I as wearing heels and when I stepped off he was so happy to have heel marks on his cheeks that he gave me and his sister a foot massage while we watched a movie. Then he kissed our feet, and all. Cute boy really.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Lucy, You know this might be a case of foot fetichism?” I told her.

“What is that?”

“Your son might be sexually aroused by this. And thus said you might be contributing to alter your own son’s sexuality.” I explained to my secretary who didn’t seem to know what was foot fetichism.

“You can’t be serious Maam, this is for fun, he’s a kid.” She said.

“Please Lucy, take a closer look at your son’s… genital section and see if he gets…. You know, aroused by all he’s doing to your shoes. I am sure, this is more deep and more important than what you think. He could have a hard sexual life later if you don’t do something.”

“Oh my, this would be terrible. I’ll keep an eye on this. I don’t want my son to be a weirdo.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Lucy left my office that day with a perplex look on her face and got back into my office the next morning with the same if not a worse expression on her face. She sat in the chair and started talking, looking in the nothing, like if she was daydreaming.

“You were right Maam. My son is a fucked up weirdo. After you told me that yesterday I looked carefully. My son gets a hard on while he licked my shoes last night. His sister brought him outside and told him to place his face in a mud puddle while she stood on it with her sneakers and all the time he had a hard on. He licked her shoes, he smelled inside all with a hard on. When it was later in the evening, he begged his sister if she could put her socks on his mouth and she did, and he had a hard on in his pants. I am disgusted, my son is a weirdo. I don’t know what to do, I feel disgusted.”

“Stay calm Lucy I am sure there is a solution you can try. I mean, when I was young my mother forced me to smoke a complete pack of cigarettes when she discovered I had started smoking. I got so disgusted I never smoked again. Behaviors can be changed, all you need is the right treatment. Just look on internet, there are probably solutions, don’t despair.” I couldn’t really give her more advice than that. Lucy frowned that morning and nodded at me like she was going to take care of this matter. I felt like I did what I had to do, and never really cared about that for a while.

Until one day, months later, I asked her to come to my office for a little chat and I asked her about her son’s “problem”. And she told me it was being solved slowly and that her son was on the way of recovery. I was happy to hear this, as I didn’t want her to cause a fuss that journalists would jump on and use to bring my company down. I smiled at my secretary and she nodded at me before going back to work.

Months passed I didn’t talk to her about that anymore until one day she came to me and told me she needed to talk. I said sure and welcomed her into my office and closed the door.

“Maam, I am in trouble. I think I need some help.”

“Sure anything, dear.” I said smiling, trying to be compassionate.

“I am not looking for a raise or anything, you’ve been a great employer and I really enjoy working for you.”

“Hmm, this is good Lucy, what can I do to help?”

“It’s about my son. He… I think the treatment to solve his weird shoe fetish thing is not working anymore. At first it kind of worked but now it’s all back again and I think it’s because he is in love with my shoes and feet and also his sister’s shoes and feet.”

“What is the treatment about?” I asked.

“Well I followed your advice and I wanted to overwhelm him with it so he would get disgusted, like your mom did with the cigarettes you know. And I found out that they sell shrinking devices on Ebay so I bought one and decided that I would shrink him down so small that me and his sister could wear him inside our shoes all day so he gets disgusted. So I’ve been wearing my shrunk son in my shoes for months now, and Anne did too, but he doesn’t seem to hate it, in fact he gets a hard on and keeps begging to go back in our shoes every time we grow him back to normal size. I don’t know what to do. I mean, maybe he could spend some time in your shoes so he gets in contact with another woman’s shoes and gets to hate them?”

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That woman had done the unthinkable. She had shrunk her son, and was now asking me to put him inside my own high heels and to wear him in my shoes all day long. “Lucy, Are you crazy? I can’t do this! This is crazy? I can’t punish your own son! This is madness!”

“Please, you’ll see you barely feel him down there, he’s so small.” She said.

“You have him in your shoes now?” I asked, looking at her black loafers.

“Yes he’s under my toes, and I think he’s licking them as we speak. You see it’s really not working with me, Maam. My son is a freak, please help me!” Lucy pleaded.

I refused and fired her.

I… didn’t know what else to do.

The end.