A request from SlavetoGoddess18
David was as bold as they come; even for a 15. At school he was known as the second coming of Evel Knievel. All the guys wanted to be as brazen as he was, and all the girls wanted to test the limits of his boldness. But David didn't think much of his persona, he just went with the flow. Whether that be telling teachers off or skipping school. He was just a normal kid with a badass rep. There was a school dance that was tonight at 8 P.M. that had the entire school excited. However, people were making fun of David when they knew the time of the event. "Uh oh, looks like bad ass Dave won't be able to make it tonight. Loser!" a girl shouted as she went by David. As cool as David was, his mother was lenient with him; except for his 10 o'clock curfew. "Yo, Davey boy! Is your mom gonna tuck you into your diapered pajamas while we dance the night away? Fucking dweeb!" they would mock him. David didn't care about his rep as a bad ass, he just didn't want to be teased.
"But mom! Everyone else has a midnight curfew or later." David tried reasoning with his mother. "If everyone jumped off of a cliff, would you do the same?" she asked him. "No ma'am." he answered her. "Smart boy." she smiled as she pinched his cheek. "I knew you'd understand. I put up with a lot of your troubles, young man. But having you out late at night goes far beyond my parental guidelines. It's far too dangerous for a boy your age to be out and about late at night." she replied to him. "But mom!" David groaned. "No buts; 10 o'clock on the dot, young man! Now go get into that outfit I bought for you so you can go boogie down with that girl you like. I forgot her name. I think it was..." David moaned in disappointment as he stormed off and as he prepared for the dance.
Later on that evening, the dance was how the kids would say, lit. Everyone was having a great time dancing on the dance floor and hanging out with one another. Everyone, except for poor David. He was already an hour late to the dance and only had another 30 minutes before he had to go. All he did was stand by the punch bowl and sulk. "Why aren't you having fun, Davey poo. Is it because it's not with me?" David recognized that voice. It was Desiree, his high school crush. Captain of the cheerleading squad, madame soon to be Ms. Freshman, and the prettiest girl in the school. "No. But it would help." David joked with her. She laughed. "Well tell me, stupid." she eagerly wanted to know. David sighed. "It's my mom and her stupid 10 o'clock curfew." Desiree rolled her eyes. "Just that? PLEASE. Just skip her curfew. What's the worst thing she could do to you, ground you? She could, but she'll be happy to know that you spent your night with the prettiest girl in the whole school. Now dance with your dream crush, you fool!" she bribed him. David stammered. "Idk, I guess I could...." Desiree yanked him until they were in the center of the dance floor and danced the night away.
David snuck into the front door like a ninja before quietly climbing up the stairs. He stealthily entered his room as he turned on his light switch. "Had a nice time out, David?" his mother asked sitting at his desk. "Mom I can explain..." he started to reply to her. "You can? Have a seat next to me and do explain your actions tonight, mister!" she snapped angrily at him. As David was about to take a seat next to her, she pushed him against the table and pulled out a remote while pressing a button. David shrunk down to only a few inches tall. "What did you do to me!" a frightened David shouted up at his mother. "Oh pipe-down, pipsqueak!" his mother hushed him as she put her feet up on the table right in front of David. The intoxicating aroma from her feet had confined around David. "This smell is absolutely horrendous!" he cried out. His mother giggled at his comments as she wiggled and flexed her toes around. "I'm sorry David, but I told you to be home by 10 P.M. and you didn't come home until 11. You are only 15 yrs old, boy! And you need to learn to obey me, so you are grounded and stuck at this size until i say. Better get used to my stinky feet, sweetie! Hahahaha!" Tears swelled up on David's face. "I'm sorry mom. It won't happen, again." She cooed at him. "Awwww, of course it won't happen again. But I don't feel any sniffing. Sounds like someone wants to be WAY smaller. Get to work, little man."
"I could do far worse to you than letting you smell my feet, mister! Think of this as mercy and tolerance for your idiotic decision to disobey your mother." she explained to David as he struggled breathing in the foul odor. David nearly fainted after each grueling whiff as his mother watched over him, shaking her head in dismay. "Badass? Not even close. You can't even handle your own mother's feet! What a pussy of a son I raised. I could have easily made you try to lift my foot, but you can't even simply smell them." David was overpowered by the noxious fumes as he laid on the table helplessly. "Well I hope you had fun at the dance hun." his mother said. "Because we're gonna have even more fun when you see what I have in store for you next!" she laughed.
I know this is less detailed than my usual stories, but it does build nostalgia and keeps you guessing on what you didn't read SlavetoGoddess18