(Intro) Shhh... Hush now, little thing. Don’t struggle. Mommy’s got you. You look so scared, but you smell so excited. Breathe it in. That’s it. Let the heavy air settle you down. (Verse 1) I’ve been keeping this warm just for you. It’s not sharp, is it? No... It’s deep. It’s thick. A rich, cheesy funk clinging to my skin. Like old leather and warm milk and heavy biology. It’s pure pheromones, sweetie. I can see your pupils dilating. I can feel your heart hammering against the floor. You hate it, don’t you? But your body... oh, your body loves it. You’re getting hard while you’re getting crushed. It’s confusing, I know. It’s instinct. Drowning in the musty, salty scent of a woman who is just too much for you. Let it take over. Let it make you weak. (Chorus) Oh, look at you break. Look at you fold. You were never meant to be so bold. I love messing you up, my sweet little toy. I love taking you apart, you poor little boy. I’m heavy, I’m warm, I’m a blanket of lead. I’m putting you to sleep, I’m putting you to bed. I love ruining you. I love completely, lovingly fucking you up. (Verse 2) Come here. Right into the soft part of the arch. Let me swaddle you in weight. Does that feel heavy? Does two hundred pounds feel like a hug? I’m just pressing the air out of you so you can sleep. I’m just cracking your ribs so you fit better. (Soft, melodic cooing) There, there. I can feel you twitching. I can feel you leaking. So pathetic. So small. You’re melting into the heat of my sole. Slipping around in that slick, cheesy sweat. becoming part of the grime. It’s okay to let go. Mommy’s going to make it all stop. (Bridge) Just a little more pressure. Just a little more squeeze. I can feel your spine snapping like a dry twig. So satisfying. So fragile. You’re not a man anymore, sweetie. You’re just a mess waiting to happen. Give it to me. Give me that last little breath. Pop. Good boy. (Outro) (Spoken slowly, with genuine affection) Oh... silence. Finally quiet. Let’s see what I’ve done to my favorite pet. I’m lifting my leg up. Bringing my foot right to my face. Hello down there. Oh, you look adorable. Look at you, flattened right into the texture. You’re just a paste now. A red and pink smear mashed into the deep lines of my heel. I can see your little hand reaching out, stuck in the cheese of my toe. And your face... Just a wide, wet stain stretching across my callus. Let me smell you. Mmm. Musty. Rich. And filled with the smell of your fear. You’re stuck to me now. My little footprint lover. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.