Mom's Foot Fetish Therepy

So I fucked up.. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm in love with my moms feet. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I have an unnatural obsession with feet, and I always see and smell hers. Now when I say smell, well, I have another confession. Sometimes when she falls asleep on the couch I get up close and sniff her feet. Whether in socks or barefoot, I can't get enough. When I get too lost in fantasy, I write them in my secret book. I love my moms feet.. But then something terrible happened. One day while I was at school, she was cleaning my room and stumbled across my book. When I got home she was waiting for me in the living room, book in hand. My heart rose into my chest. I hoped she hadn't read it, but the logical side of me knew that she most likely did... "So I found this very interesting book today." She started. "It had some rather... disturbing stories in it. Is it true you wish you could be shrunk at my feet and forced to smell them, no matter how stinky they get? Cuz that's what your stories would lead me to believe." I didn't know what to say. She was right, but I definitely didn't want to admit that. "Come on," she said, "go get in the car. I got an appointment set up with a therapist to see what we should do from here." I remained speechless for the whole trip, I couldn't believe I was caught. I feared what the therapist would say. I was twisted and I knew it. I didn't need a shrink to reaffirm it. We sat for about a half hour while my mother explained the situation. I was still to embarrassed to speak, but then the time came where the therapist had her turn. "This is honestly more common than you might think," she told my mom. "Most foot boys start with moms, sisters, aunts, and cousins. We found the perfect cure though. You see, we let them indulge in there fantasy. They quickly find that they signed up for more than they bargained for. Give them another month or so after that and they'll never fantasize about feet again! What do you think?" "So what are you saying," my mom asked her, "that I should let, or I guess make him worship my feet?" "Sort of.. What we'll do is shrink him down to about six inches and then send him home with you. It'll be your job to keep him at your feet at all times. Whether cleaning them with his tongue or under them in your socks and shoes, he should spend the next month or two with nothing but your feet. And don't worry about hurting him, the shrinking proscess makes him practically invincible! Make them stink. Make him hate it. It's the only way to cure him. Take as long as you need. Sometimes a month or two doesn't cut it." I could've swore I saw her wink at my mom "Shall we proceed." My mothers eyes seemed to light up. "Yes! Lets do it! It sounds kinda fun, and that'll teach him to be careful what he wishes for!!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one even wanted to hear my side of the story. I liked the idea, but that was it. I liked it as a fantasy. I knew in a real life scenario I would never actually want that, but for fantasy sake it just sounded so amazing! I barely had time to react when the therapist pulled a remote out of her desk and blasted me with it. Next thing I know, I'm dwindling down to nothing. I didn't think she was serious as she was talking about it, but now, as I looked up at my giantess mother, I knew this was no joke. The worst part was, and I knew this from experience, is that my mothers feet smelled terrible! At full size I loved it, but could only tolerate it for a minute or two, just enough time to get my fill... Now that I was shrunk, the smell was a thousand times worse. And even though I wasn't even close to her feet, the smell on the floor was heavily filled with the stench of her feet. The therapist got up and picked me up off the floor. She told my mom to take off her socks and shoes while she set up a little table for my mom to prop her feet up on. Once mom was ready, the therapist dropped me on the table at her feet. Now that they were right in front of me, the smell was beyond nauseating. "Now lick!" the therapist said. Hell no! There was no way. I couldn't. I tried to push my moms foot away. "Now listen sweetie," she told me, "this is because of you. This has to happen to help fix you of this weird obsession. Now get over her and lick mama's feet. the more you fight, the longer I'll leave you like this. You need to learn, and as usual apparently you have to learn the hard way, now get to lickin." I knew there was nothing I could say or do to get out of this, and she was right, this was all my fault. If I just would've been smart enough to not leave evidence.. I leaned in and started licking her foot. There was a thick film of sweat that had dried to her foot in the cool office air. To make matters worse, as I tried to clean her toes, they kept closing around my head because of her being ticklish. It was hard to work through and I found that I couldn't stop looking at the clock just dying for this hour to end. But then it happened. The therapist called to the front desk and said to cancel the rest of the day's appointments as she was going to be super busy. I swear she enjoyed watching me suffer at my mothers stinky sweaty feet. She even stayed after hours bullshitting with my mom to keep her there as I finished. When I finally did finish however, I didn't get the reward I expected. I thought they would grow me back but instead the therapist told her to take me home and keep me at her feet for the entire month and they'll set up a date for the next appointment to decide whether or not to grow me back yet. The therapist started looking through her schedule. "Oh no," she said, "It looks like I won't be free again for another three months.. How does that sound for you?" "NO NO NO!" I yelled. "That sounds great," my mother said. "Let me just put this little guy in my purse and we'll set it up." "I strongly recommend keeping him in your sock whenever he's not licking your feet clean. And remember don't change or clean your socks either. The whole point is to make him hate everything about feet. If you truly love him, you unfortunately havew to make him suffer.." "I think I can do that," my mom said as she picked one of her socks up off the floor. she held me over it and dropped me in. She thanked the doctor as she put her socks and shoes back on, never acknowledging me or even showing me that she felt me when she put her sock on. She just put on her sock, slid her foot in her shoe and left. Now I'm staring down the barrel of a three month sentence... God I hope this ends quickly...