RazorWest

Izuku had been in his mother's flats all day today, ever since breakfast. At first it had gone the same as the past few days; he lay inside, serving as her insole when she was walking or standing, and rubbing her heavy foot when she was sitting still. He had come to enjoy it very much, and for that matter, so had Inko. Mother and son hadn't been this close to each other in years, not since he was in elementary school. Inko loved feeling her tiny son squished underfoot or gently rubbing her tired soles, and Izuku loved being engulfed in the flesh of her big, meaty sole and knowing that it was his mother's. It was all very relaxing, in a strange way, but it became much less so on this afternoon afternoon. Inko had been out shopping when she met some women she used to know in high school. She greeted them amicably, and introduced herself when they didn't recognize her, but after they heard her name, the women started mocking her. “You're Inko, really? We almost didn't recognize you with