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This is my longest story so far, at around 5600k words!
I made this for my friendo on discord, but I hope y'all enjoy too!
The fox stood at the empty street corner, waiting. The sun set early on the fateful winter evening, casting red streaks along the horizon. Shadows sneakily stretched over the fox as the light behind the buildings, which each loomed high above in the sky, sank further and further until the world grew dim. Illuminated by the overhanging street lamp, Alex shivered slightly as a brisky breeze blew past him, cheeks frosty red, feeling numb from the increasingly frozen air. He patiently sighed as bundled himself up as much as possible, shaky breath visible in the cold.
*Balup!*
The Discord ping had Alex instantly reach into his pocket for his phone, forgetting about his late bus. Excitement turned to nerves as he turned the device on, allowing the bright screen to light up his face in the darkness, for him to see it was a message from his favorite furson: GamerFox69, or as Alex knew him, Michael. Heart pounding, everything seemed to go quiet as the world halted for a moment. Exhilaration flooded his body, putting him on edge while he shakily reached a frigid finger to unlock his phone.
Despite having never met his closest bud, Alex felt a stronger connection to him than he had to anybody else before. From online stranger to gamer friend, over the past few years the two foxes grew a bond unlike any other. Alex couldn’t deny how elated Michael made him feel as their relationship developed into something more, with an unspoken spark.
“How’s the trip goin’, lil buddy~?”
Alex’s heart skipped a beat. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to explode in a fluttery fury. He gave the slightest grin before replying:
“Still waiting for my bus :( “
“Well my paws are still waiting for you, lil guy”
A deep inhale signaled Alex’s enthusiasm. He went from patiently standing to twitching with anticipation in a matter of 30 characters. Michael’s words had that strong of an alluring affect on him. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as he saw “*GamerFox69 is typing*”. He bit his lip.
“My toes can’t wait to play with your small body, foxy~ I can’t wait to scrunch your cute little head between my toes”
Alex gulped. Michael was the only one who knew about and inversely shared his foot fetish. While he had always dreamed of being subjected to a larger man’s superior paws, Michael had always craved dominating a bite-sized individual under his luscious feet. So after months of teasing, they both were able to schedule a meet-up where Alex would surrender himself to his friend’s paws like the submissive fox he was, shrunk down to merely a few inches - that’s all the size he deserved, all the size he needed to serve his soon-to-be master.
Alex replied, phone shaking: “I can’t wait to tend to your beautiful feet, Michael”
“Aren’t they so sexy? I’m keeping them trapped in my boots so you can savor their sweat and scent, my toy… ALSO, it’s Master to you now. You don’t deserve a first name basis anymore, slut.”
The fox’s heart kick-started to overdrive as he started imagining how much fun he would have this weekend, delighted by the degradation. He could imagine being rolled under them, being kneaded between them like nothing more than a toy.
Then it hit him. He was giving himself up to be dominated by the lowliest part of his friend’s body, and as elated as that made him feel, it was also terrifying. Fortunately, he loved being terrified. But there was still that nagging question in his mind: What if he doesn’t let me go? He’d be helpless, too small to do anything about it...
As nerves started to overwhelm him, he replied: “I’m so excited! Master…”
“It doesn’t matter how you feel, only how you make my toes feel. You better be soft undersole. That’s where you’ll be spending the entire weekend, foot-toy.”
Alex shuddered and closed his eyes, too excited to handle the wait any longer. Upon opening his eyes, as if his prayers were answered, the bus was there, waiting. He hopped on the relatively empty vehicle, nervously waving at the driver before sitting himself down near the back, where nobody could see how horny he was. He checked his phone again. Michael never stopped.
“Hope you’re ready to keep my soles warm tonight, slut, cuz that’s where you’ll be sleeping. At the foot of the bed, where you belong. Like a pet.”
The two hour ride continued, Alex’s tail twitching in anticipation. His friend kept going, kept relentlessly teasing him.
“Lets see if your fur is worthy enough to soak up my sweat after a workout... Maybe your muzzle is cozy enough to scratch any itches I get on my feet?... The longer you take to get here, the worse your punishment will get. But I’m betting a foot toy like you would like that, huh?”
The busride flew by in no time. Alex hopped off at his stop, checking his phone for directions as he tipped the driver. He froze, spine tingling in excitement: he was only a block away. The fox couldn’t possibly believe this was happening, that he was so close to getting what he always wished for. A dream come true. A whole weekend underpaw…
He stopped in front of the door, bringing his hand up in a fist to knock, then paused. This was too much, his heart was pounding too hard, he was too nervous. Before he could conjure the courage to announce his arrival, the door flung open. A flash of white light immediately blinded him as his mind was sent into a spiral. Everything seemed to distort and shake, the world around him blurred and muffled. Fear briefly set in as he shut his eyes.
“Well well well,” boomed a deep and familiar voice, loudly rumbling in his ears, “You’re cuter than I expected.”
Alex opened his eyes to see a world much different than how he left it. Everything towered above him, even the plants and the doorway towering over him like the buildings he left behind a lifetime ago. But most prevalent in his vision was the looming fox hovering over him. Alex had to crane his neck further than he ever had to before to look up at the menacingly massive creature standing taller than a tower before him.
“You didn’t deserve to see me at a normal height. I want you to only remember me larger than life. I want you to only think of me overpowering you, a giant to you puny little bug beneath me.”
Alex gaped at the sheer size difference. Michael’s face, blurry in the distant sky, was several times his entire body. If the giant (well normal-sized but enormous compared to his own small frame) fox wanted to, he could swallow Alex whole, completely engulfing him in the humongous maw of his. Alex gulped, then smiled nervously.
“Woah. Y-you’re so… massive!” Alex breathed.
“Sorry can’t hear your miniscule voice. Not like your voice matters much anymore anyways. Your life is dedicated to my paws now, little foot toy. Now for your punishment.”
Michael’s handpaw opened up to reveal a tiny collar with a short, string-like leash attached to it, all blurry in the distance. The collar itself was smaller than a ring, an unfathomably minute object, almost as fragile as Alex’s own feeble little body.
“Man, this is such a small collar. Look at it! This is going around your neck. This tiny thing is bigger than your neck, foot toy,” Michael fiddled with it some more in his thick massive digits, “It won’t even fit on my finger! If I squeeze, it sorta fits on my pinkie. Wow, your neck is as wide as my pinkie. Try not to enjoy this too much, slut, it’s your punishment for being late: you can’t leave within 6 inches of my foot. HA, your entire existence dwindled down to a foot radius of my foot!”
Glancing down to face what was right in front of him, Alex saw Michael’s boots standing tall, around the same height as he was. He could just picture the sweaty toes wiggling around, teasing him from within the stuffy shoe. Before he could look back up, the now-micro fox felt a weightless sensation as he was lifted up by the back of his shirt. Vertigo flooded his senses, draining the blood from his face as he was lurched up at intense speeds, finally subsiding when the giant, handsome face of the dominant fox filled his vision. He laid, helpless, dangling in front of the superior male by two of his enormous fingers, each longer than himself.
Without even acknowledging the wide-eyed micro fox, Michael shoved the collar against Alex’s head, ruffling his fur as he forced the tight ring to slide over his head and around his neck. The humongous fox’s muzzle contorted to a grin.
“Now, toys don’t need clothes, do they now?” Michael ominously chuckled, the sheer power of the voice vibrating the smaller fox’s bones. The giant unsheathed a claw and slowly brought it in front of Alex’s puny face threateningly. After a few seconds of letting the fear marinate, he slashed off the fox’s shirt and pants dexterously. “Now take off your underwear, foot toy. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
“S-sure, Michael! I just want to say how grateful-”
Michael quickly shoved a finger against the smaller creature’s mouth, shutting him up instantly. He rubbed his finger against Alex’s face a bit, enjoying how much power he had. Every little motion he made forced the fox’s face up and down, back and forth. “Shut up. It’s MASTER to you, little guy. You don’t matter anymore, not to anybody, anything really, but my paws. Don’t worry, my feet will take good care of you. Maybe. You belong to them now.”
Now dangling by the leash within Michael’s fist, which tugged at his neck but didn’t hurt him at all, Alex took off his underpants before he was sent flying through the air. Michael swung him by the string back and forth, watching with his huge eyes glittering with amusement as his toy was sent flailing side to side, unable to do anything to stop it. After a few seconds, he sat down on his couch.
Alex watched as his master took a seat, idly rotation in his dangling state with no way to stop it. Not that he’d want to. He surrendered all control over his life for the weekend to his friend and he was loving every moment of it. Michael propped one foot on top the heel of the other, pushing slightly to kick off the tight footwear. Alex looked on in awe as he saw visible steam rise and dissipate into the air, corrupting the oxygen around it with the scent of musk after a long day of work.
Without warning, Alex was dropped between the paws to get a closer look. He landed softly on the carpet in a daze, looking up to see his new owner ripping off his other boot and letting it clamber to its side next to the other. He once again watched the steam rise and fill the air surrounding him, engulfing him in a warm blanket of musky odor as all breathable air was replaced with the stench of feet.
“Ahhh, it feels so good to finally let these bad boys out,” Michael said, wiggling his toes overhead, “I’ve been marinating them in there for a week now! Just for you!”
Alex’s heart flooded with joy upon hearing that, vision full of socked paws presented perfectly like a wrapped gift. He gleefully watched, twitching with impatience, as his master took one paw in his hand and slowly and gingerly peeled the sock off with a delightfully nasty squelching. He gently lowered the foot in front of Alex, amused by the smaller fox’s radiant excitement.
The entire sole was moist with sweat, beads barreling down as little strands. The larger fox titled his freshly freed foot over the micro, the thick appendage blocking out all light as it replaced the sky above. The plump toes squirmed and splayed above, enjoying the fresh air as it unleashed its own tainted musky air into the small fox’s atmosphere. Droplets of sweat dripped and befell upon the fox like smelly rain.
Alex felt the heat radiating off the sole, basking in its encompassing warmth while the fox above removed his other sock. A drop of sweat splashed and battered his head, the first true indication at his new life underpaw as it drenched his fur and stained him with his owner’s odor. Michael reached down to attach the leash to an awaiting toe ring, simply clipping it on to solidify Alex’s life as an attachment to his paws.
The other paw descended, slamming onto the ground next to him with a shake. He was effectively trapped between the two paws, his entire life stuck between somebody else’s feet. The heat compounded, washing over him from all sides as his lungs filled with the heavy scent. The air around him felt hot and humid and thick, and despite his usual intolerance for heat, this atmosphere was perfect for him. It felt like he belonged there, between paws bigger and stronger than he would ever be.
“Well? Are you going to tend to them or not? It’s your only purpose in life, is all…”
Alex jumped up, eager to serve. He ran up to the closest paw and smashed his whole body against only a portion of the sole, rubbing with his both hands and even his face. He pressed himself into the soft flesh, allowing the musk to wash over him as he immediately became drenched in fresh, sticky sweat. He kneaded it as hard as he could, muzzling it like he would a lover. This paw was his true calling.
Michael was ecstatic about the whole situation. He loved being superior. He loved the fact that all Alex would be able to see, hear, feel, and smell comes from the lowliest part of his body. On top of that, he didn’t expect Alex’s rubbing to feel as good as it did on his sensitive soles. It was like a free massage but with the added benefit of pure dominance.
The shrunken fox eventually rubbed every inch of the giant paw, front and back, to his master’s desire. He labored for hours, quickly growing exhausted. But with each pant came a deep intake of more intoxicating musk straight from the source. His thoughts became numb as the musk worked like a drug, limiting his ability to think about anything else but his owner: these sexy paws. It burned his nostrils as the thick scent invaded and settled in his lungs, weakening his free will. He droned on, loving every moment he served the dominant paws above him.
As he relaxed the muscles in the large foot, coating his fur with layers and layers of fresh sweat and specks of dirt and fuzz, he understood his place in life under Michael’s paws. Eventually, he became too tired to continue on, collapsing atop the toes he was kneading. His master watched with a grin as his toy dangled over a toe, raising his paw up and down to shake the little guy awake.
“Alright, it’s time for bed now.” Michael stood up and slowly walked to his bedroom, trailing his micro along like a pet on a walk by his toes. As he jumped up onto his bed, carelessly swinging Alex, he lifted a sock in his hand with a smirk. “I honestly don’t remember the last time I washed these but they should keep you cozy.”
Knowing it wasn’t his place to ask what he meant, Alex watched as his master shoved the discolored sock onto his toes. Another massive hand swooped in from behind him, catching by surprise as it slammed him, pressing him, against the sole while the other hand easily slipped the dirty, smelly fabric over the entirety of his paw.
The sock stretched tight over the large foot, squeezing Alex against the sole as the fabric pressed taut into his back. His face was squished into the soft paw, muzzle forced underneath a toe, right next to the toe pit: where the strongest musk emanated from. The pudgy flesh pulsated warmth all throughout the cramped, muggy environment, heating up the trapped humidity. It felt like a heated, heavy blanket behind him with the embrace of a warm, soft hug in front of him.
Worn out and comfortable in the overbearing heat, Alex was quick to pass out pressed against his friend’s foot. And he slept perfectly, despite a few instances of waking up due to Michael’s constant rolling about. He only really awoke when the paws would unconsciously press together, squeezing Alex between them. Besides that, he peacefully dreamed of the day to follow, his one true day as a toy before he would have to leave the next night.
He woke up to a pounding against his body, with the sensation of being squeezed harder than ever before as an intense and heavy weight pressed down on his whole body. His eyes shot open but all he saw was darkness. After a brief flash of fear shot through his chest, Alex remembered where he was, replacing that fear with exhilaration. Taking a deep breath to fill his small lungs with the tainted musky air of his master, he instantly became intoxicated, lidded eyes hazy with a drug-like euphoria and mind numb in a state of servitude.
It wasn’t until Michael hopped off the bed that he remembered his new temporary toy. With a sudden rush for Alex, the large fox swung his foot up to his knee, ripping off his sock. Michael’s eyes sharpened in delight, letting his predatory instincts take over upon the sight of his years-long friend helplessly adhered to his foot by sweat, completely and utterly dominated without a single extraneous effort on his part.
“Have you had your breakfast yet, toy?”
Alex had to push with all his might to peel his face from the sole, tendrils of sweat connecting the two as he responded, “What do you mean, master?”
“Well your cute little muzzle is practically covered with it!” Michael gently flicked Alex with a massive digit as wide as he was, sending bits of grime flying off. “It was stored nice and tight between my toes to keep it warm for you in the morning! Go on, try some of my toe jam!”
It was a disgusting prospect, but Alex was strangely allured by the whole situation. Michael set his foot down harshly against the ground, the vibrations shaking the micro enough to detach him from the sole, with sticky sweat still clinging to his matted and slightly dirty fur. The giant foot descended upon him, pinning him tightly beneath it. The toes wiggled, splaying just above Alex’s head that seemed to almost match the toes in size. It was like his head was the toes’ younger brother.
The digits fell to either side of the fox, allowing the old tendrils of sweat between them to further coat his face and sending the invasive musk to once again bombard his senses straight from the source. Specks of grime rained down in thick chunks onto Alex’s face, which he quickly and obediently lapped up. A strong taste flooded his mouth, slightly burning his throat and nostrils like an intense spice, the flavor like a tangible mixture of the salty sweat and the manly musk he has come to know so well.
Swallowing it sent shivers down his spine before it settled in his stomach, his eyes watering. He didn’t dislike the taste, however. Alex loved the taste, but it was nearly too intensely powerful for him to handle. He continued his task, turning his head to lick up the toe jam plastered the side of the plump toe. Every lick coated his tongue with the dirty, sticky substance, creating a tiny clean sliver on the toe as his insides were increasingly dirtied.
Nearly an hour and a half later, with Michael absentmindedly enjoying the cold, wet, little tongue servicing his unwashed toes while he scrolled on his phone, Alex was finally done with all the jam those toes had to offer. His tongue and throat and face were caked with the grime, and his stomach felt bloated, overfilled with the filling meal of another man’s foot dirt.
“Finally done, toy?” Michael teased as he lifted his foot to inspect its cleanliness, letting Alex dangle by his collar as if he were nothing more than a loose string. “Not too shabby, I guess. You’ll get the other foot for dinner. Well, now time for ME to eat breakfast then head off to work! And you’re coming with me!”
Michael stomped off to the kitchen to grab a protein bar, not worrying about his toy trailing along, forced to run to keep up with the massive footsteps. After a few steps, Alex couldn’t keep up with the expansive stride of his master and surrender to the paw’s movements, allowing it to drag and pull him up with each step.
Once the larger fox was done with his quick meal, his toy panting atop his toes, he grabbed his socks from his room, further dragging Alex along. Not a cruel master, Michael waited for the micro to catch his breath before shoving his paw into an unwashed sock, trapping his toy in the tight fabric as it grew taut over the massive sole. Alex, stuck face-first between two plump digits within the thick material, made a small but obvious outline, his small frame visible amongst the dirty stains coating where the ample heel and toes protruded.
Trapped against the well-padded ball of the giant foot, deprived of the ability to see or hear, he could feel the powerful toes wiggling above him, further stretching the fabric and squeezing him into the soft paw. He felt everything shift around him as he descended followed by a rapid shaking, back and forth as the paw above him crawled forward into a small space. Soon after the paw found itself resting on a soft and damp floor, scooting forward into the cramped room.
Once the paw settled in the shoe, securing the micro in the dark, dank, dense cavern of paw musk and sweat, an immense weight pressed onto Alex’s entire body, burying him into the flesh above. As Michael stood up, the small fox was completely submerged by both the paw and the cushiony sock under him, the intense weight squishing him easily.
The muggy air around him became heated like an oven: a new steamy atmosphere where the muggy, humid oxygen lay heavy in the air and clung to his fur. The heat brought with it a fresh layer of sweat, beads quickly forming on the paw to be absorbed by the thick sock or to soak into Alex’s already matted fur. The musk prevalent all around him also washed over his body, embraced by his lungs as he took deep breaths of the alluring and mind-numbing smell.
The pressure temporarily subsided, sending a weightless sensation flooding through the micro’s body as he continued to be pinned to the paw by a sock. The weightlessness dissolved quickly into a free-falling feeling, as if the paw cuddling him was pushing him downwards before it came crashing into him, once again squeezing him tighly between paw and insole. The pressure built up, crushing the fox and forcing all the air out of his lungs, as the paw pushed off the ground to send itself and its tiny passenger into the sky.
Alex took a deep breath of the tainted air, getting light-headed from the intoxicating manly scent. The foot that dominated his life controlled every aspect of his being, seizing all of his senses and now even regulating his breathing. Paw lifts, deep breath. Paw falls, exhale. He felt himself growing weaker and even more submissive to the giant, powerful being above him, that so easily governed his life.
The steps continued for what seemed like forever, the pounding rythm seducing Alex into a slightly painful, but well-worth it, routine of being stomped over and over again to the whims of someone superior. Michael finally reached his car, halting the rythm the micro was already growing accustomed to in favor for an easy rest, wrapped against the paw like a large teddy bear. It may have been cramped, scalding hot, and copiously sweaty, but Alex took great comfort in his situation.
A lifetime later, full of randomized pressing as Michael would slam the accelerator and the brakes restlessly, they finally reached their destination. The steps continued for a while longer until Alex’s master approached his desk in the back corner, sitting down to prepare for a long day of boring office work. At least his toy was down there keeping his paw comfortable.
Passage of time became meaningless for Alex. Everything blurred together into one barely-conscious, blissful experience. Every now and then Michael would clench his toes, squeezing the fox’s muzzle and jerking him awake enough to squirm in the tight, limited space he had. He knew his master liked his squirming; it was like he was massaging the sole in the absence of enough room to move his arms which laid stuck at his side.
Then came Michael’s lunch break. With nobody near enough to see what he was up to, he slipped off his shoe, letting his musky steam rise and disperse, filling his corner with a light foot stench. He leaned over to peel of his sock, having to tug extra hard to unstick his micro’s fur from the sweaty fabric.
He sighed as the pleasurably fresh air cooled his paw, relaxing his tense muscles. He could feel the soping wet micro breath heavily through his strongly-scented toes, still utterly dominated under such an insignificant part of his body. His friend - no, his toy - felt soft and squishy, adhered to his sole like a permanent fixture to keep his toes cozy.
Wiggling his toes and battering the micro’s cute little head, he came to a shocking realization: his toy WASN’T permanent. Alex would have to leave that night. He frowned. Why shouldn’t he be allowed to keep his toy forever?
Alex awoke with a gasp, musky air bombarding his senses once more, feeling a sudden rush of cold air pierce his skin through his moist fur. He was stuck to the sole, which still pulsated enough heat to keep him comfortable. He looked up between the strong, giant toes on either side of his head, which looked puny in comparison, to see his master peering down at him, deep in thought.
With a jolt, he was lurched up with the foot as it moved rapidly through the sky to perch itself on his master’s knee. With great effort, he unpeeled his face from the foot and turned to face Michael.
“Get to rubbing, foot-slut. I only have 30 minutes and I expect both soles to feel nice and fresh by the end of my break. But don’t touch the toes. We’re saving that to marinate for dinner.”
Alex’s heart raced with excitement, his daze fading away as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He so desperately wanted to serve his master some more and he had to work fast!
Michael brought his foot back to the ground and shook it a few times in a failed attempt at peeling the rest of the micro off. Annoyed, he resorted to scrapping his paw against the carpeted floor, removing Alex the rough way. The micro felt himself being pressed against the ground, harshly tearing off the paw with another squelch.
The small fox immediately jumped back up, eager to worship again. He slammed himself into the nearest paw, quickly rubbing his whole body against the tender and plush sole, pushing his hardest to make his master feel a worthy massage.
A few minutes of this passed, toes splaying far above him in indication of a job well-done. Elated by the positive response by his master’s sole, he pushed himself harder and harder until he grew too exhausted to go on. His efforts slowed as he reached the balls of the first foot, pressing into the damp flesh weaker now. His musk-filled breaths became heavier and heavier as he became weary.
“Here, let me help you out a little, my little fox toy.”
The simple words boomed through the air as Michael’s already massaged paw pressed forward, pushing the micro into the other. The foot squeezed him into the other’s flesh before dragging the toy up along the sweaty sole. The micro was used like a stress ball to roll up and down the paw, his body effectively rubbing it while completely under the control of another paw.
Once Michael was finished, his break was already over. He spotted his boss walking in to check on the employees and in a rushed fear, quickly shoved his socks on. Alex was suprised by the sudden change in scenery as his life was encompassed by musky darkness once again, feeling himself being crammed into the crowded shoe.
While his master slaved away at his work, he slaved away to tend to the giant paw as much as possible, trying to give Michael the little comfort he could in an otherwise miserable job. As minutes shifted to hours, weariness overcame Alex’s senses, finally succumbing to the drooping off his eyes and dozing off against his massive paw-bed. He slept peacefully, cuddled in the warm shoe.
“Hey, foot toy! Wake up! Time for your dinner.”
Alex creaked his eyes open to see large toes wiggling before him. They were already back home. He smiled and sat up to reach the toe-pits, immediately lapping up at the abundant toe-jam gathered through a long day of work. It tasted like it has been thoroughly seasoned in sweat, the rich grimey flavor bombarding his taste buds as the murky mess lathered his tongue.
He let the disgustingly pleasant grime saturate his mouth with the taste, sucking the flavor out of it before swallowing. Before long the toe-jam completely coated his throat, building up in his stomach. His senses were completely overloaded with the taste of his master’s paws, the saturated toe-flavor becoming all the micro could taste, feel, and smell.
By the time he was finished licking up all up between each and every toe, Alex was full beyond desire. He flopped down on his back, his feeble little body tired once more, feeling a little bloated. Michael reached down to unclip the collar, freeing his toy for the first time in over a day.
“Had fun, little guy?”
Alex breathed, resting in his friend’s giant hand, “Oh yeah… I-I owe you big time. This was a dream come true!”
“Hmm, you definitely do owe me. I might take you up on that sooner than you’d think. Are you all nice and full, my toy?”
“Yep! Thank you so much! I can’t believe-“
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I know, I’m great and amazing like that. I guess now’s the time I’m supposed to unshrink you, huh?”
“Unfortunately yeah. I have work in the morning and-“
Michael clenched his paw into a fist, squeezing his bite-sized friend into silence. “Yeah, I don’t really feel like it, though.”
“W-What? Michael, I-“
SQUEEZE.
“I was just thinking earlier… It took YEARS for me to get just this taste of dominating you. Who’s to say it won’t take just as long for next time. And I can’t wait that long. I WANT you NOW.”
“But-“
SQUEEZE.
“Shut up. I control you now. You’re mine. I don’t need to do a thing for you, cuz you live to serve ME. And you’ll like it, foot-slut. Get used to your new size cuz it’s permanent now!”
Michael held the shrink ray in his other hand, Alex’s only hope for salvation, and crushed it in his hand. The micro watched, eyes wide in shock and a brief flash of fear, as the ray splintered into pieces.
“But I bet you love the idea, though, huh? Being my foot’s bitch for the rest of your life, no more free will, no more choice but to worship my toes, because they’re bigger and better than you’ll ever be anymore. All your meals will come from my toe jam, all you’ll ever breath is my musk. You’ll tend to them, keep them massaged and cozy while I work, then lap up at all the sweat after my workouts. Forever and ever…”
Alex had to admit, with the fear that dripped down his spine disappating, that this did sound enticing. Leaving behind all responsibilities, all sources of stress for something bigger than himself. Literally. The choice - or lack thereof - to lead a simple life with his new master to dominate him forever.
“I want to hear you say it. You want to be my foot toy forever.”
Alex gulped, “I-I want to be your foot toy!”
“Louder. I want you to beg.”
“PLEASE! Let me worship your feet for the rest of my life! I’m your foot toy! I’m yours!”
Michael smirked and licked his lips. The power trip consumed him. Alex shivered in excitement, knowing his life as an equal had ended the second he agreed to staying the day as a micro. For now on, he was just a toy....
I made this for my friendo on discord, but I hope y'all enjoy too!
The fox stood at the empty street corner, waiting. The sun set early on the fateful winter evening, casting red streaks along the horizon. Shadows sneakily stretched over the fox as the light behind the buildings, which each loomed high above in the sky, sank further and further until the world grew dim. Illuminated by the overhanging street lamp, Alex shivered slightly as a brisky breeze blew past him, cheeks frosty red, feeling numb from the increasingly frozen air. He patiently sighed as bundled himself up as much as possible, shaky breath visible in the cold.
*Balup!*
The Discord ping had Alex instantly reach into his pocket for his phone, forgetting about his late bus. Excitement turned to nerves as he turned the device on, allowing the bright screen to light up his face in the darkness, for him to see it was a message from his favorite furson: GamerFox69, or as Alex knew him, Michael. Heart pounding, everything seemed to go quiet as the world halted for a moment. Exhilaration flooded his body, putting him on edge while he shakily reached a frigid finger to unlock his phone.
Despite having never met his closest bud, Alex felt a stronger connection to him than he had to anybody else before. From online stranger to gamer friend, over the past few years the two foxes grew a bond unlike any other. Alex couldn’t deny how elated Michael made him feel as their relationship developed into something more, with an unspoken spark.
“How’s the trip goin’, lil buddy~?”
Alex’s heart skipped a beat. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to explode in a fluttery fury. He gave the slightest grin before replying:
“Still waiting for my bus :( “
“Well my paws are still waiting for you, lil guy”
A deep inhale signaled Alex’s enthusiasm. He went from patiently standing to twitching with anticipation in a matter of 30 characters. Michael’s words had that strong of an alluring affect on him. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as he saw “*GamerFox69 is typing*”. He bit his lip.
“My toes can’t wait to play with your small body, foxy~ I can’t wait to scrunch your cute little head between my toes”
Alex gulped. Michael was the only one who knew about and inversely shared his foot fetish. While he had always dreamed of being subjected to a larger man’s superior paws, Michael had always craved dominating a bite-sized individual under his luscious feet. So after months of teasing, they both were able to schedule a meet-up where Alex would surrender himself to his friend’s paws like the submissive fox he was, shrunk down to merely a few inches - that’s all the size he deserved, all the size he needed to serve his soon-to-be master.
Alex replied, phone shaking: “I can’t wait to tend to your beautiful feet, Michael”
“Aren’t they so sexy? I’m keeping them trapped in my boots so you can savor their sweat and scent, my toy… ALSO, it’s Master to you now. You don’t deserve a first name basis anymore, slut.”
The fox’s heart kick-started to overdrive as he started imagining how much fun he would have this weekend, delighted by the degradation. He could imagine being rolled under them, being kneaded between them like nothing more than a toy.
Then it hit him. He was giving himself up to be dominated by the lowliest part of his friend’s body, and as elated as that made him feel, it was also terrifying. Fortunately, he loved being terrified. But there was still that nagging question in his mind: What if he doesn’t let me go? He’d be helpless, too small to do anything about it...
As nerves started to overwhelm him, he replied: “I’m so excited! Master…”
“It doesn’t matter how you feel, only how you make my toes feel. You better be soft undersole. That’s where you’ll be spending the entire weekend, foot-toy.”
Alex shuddered and closed his eyes, too excited to handle the wait any longer. Upon opening his eyes, as if his prayers were answered, the bus was there, waiting. He hopped on the relatively empty vehicle, nervously waving at the driver before sitting himself down near the back, where nobody could see how horny he was. He checked his phone again. Michael never stopped.
“Hope you’re ready to keep my soles warm tonight, slut, cuz that’s where you’ll be sleeping. At the foot of the bed, where you belong. Like a pet.”
The two hour ride continued, Alex’s tail twitching in anticipation. His friend kept going, kept relentlessly teasing him.
“Lets see if your fur is worthy enough to soak up my sweat after a workout... Maybe your muzzle is cozy enough to scratch any itches I get on my feet?... The longer you take to get here, the worse your punishment will get. But I’m betting a foot toy like you would like that, huh?”
The busride flew by in no time. Alex hopped off at his stop, checking his phone for directions as he tipped the driver. He froze, spine tingling in excitement: he was only a block away. The fox couldn’t possibly believe this was happening, that he was so close to getting what he always wished for. A dream come true. A whole weekend underpaw…
He stopped in front of the door, bringing his hand up in a fist to knock, then paused. This was too much, his heart was pounding too hard, he was too nervous. Before he could conjure the courage to announce his arrival, the door flung open. A flash of white light immediately blinded him as his mind was sent into a spiral. Everything seemed to distort and shake, the world around him blurred and muffled. Fear briefly set in as he shut his eyes.
“Well well well,” boomed a deep and familiar voice, loudly rumbling in his ears, “You’re cuter than I expected.”
Alex opened his eyes to see a world much different than how he left it. Everything towered above him, even the plants and the doorway towering over him like the buildings he left behind a lifetime ago. But most prevalent in his vision was the looming fox hovering over him. Alex had to crane his neck further than he ever had to before to look up at the menacingly massive creature standing taller than a tower before him.
“You didn’t deserve to see me at a normal height. I want you to only remember me larger than life. I want you to only think of me overpowering you, a giant to you puny little bug beneath me.”
Alex gaped at the sheer size difference. Michael’s face, blurry in the distant sky, was several times his entire body. If the giant (well normal-sized but enormous compared to his own small frame) fox wanted to, he could swallow Alex whole, completely engulfing him in the humongous maw of his. Alex gulped, then smiled nervously.
“Woah. Y-you’re so… massive!” Alex breathed.
“Sorry can’t hear your miniscule voice. Not like your voice matters much anymore anyways. Your life is dedicated to my paws now, little foot toy. Now for your punishment.”
Michael’s handpaw opened up to reveal a tiny collar with a short, string-like leash attached to it, all blurry in the distance. The collar itself was smaller than a ring, an unfathomably minute object, almost as fragile as Alex’s own feeble little body.
“Man, this is such a small collar. Look at it! This is going around your neck. This tiny thing is bigger than your neck, foot toy,” Michael fiddled with it some more in his thick massive digits, “It won’t even fit on my finger! If I squeeze, it sorta fits on my pinkie. Wow, your neck is as wide as my pinkie. Try not to enjoy this too much, slut, it’s your punishment for being late: you can’t leave within 6 inches of my foot. HA, your entire existence dwindled down to a foot radius of my foot!”
Glancing down to face what was right in front of him, Alex saw Michael’s boots standing tall, around the same height as he was. He could just picture the sweaty toes wiggling around, teasing him from within the stuffy shoe. Before he could look back up, the now-micro fox felt a weightless sensation as he was lifted up by the back of his shirt. Vertigo flooded his senses, draining the blood from his face as he was lurched up at intense speeds, finally subsiding when the giant, handsome face of the dominant fox filled his vision. He laid, helpless, dangling in front of the superior male by two of his enormous fingers, each longer than himself.
Without even acknowledging the wide-eyed micro fox, Michael shoved the collar against Alex’s head, ruffling his fur as he forced the tight ring to slide over his head and around his neck. The humongous fox’s muzzle contorted to a grin.
“Now, toys don’t need clothes, do they now?” Michael ominously chuckled, the sheer power of the voice vibrating the smaller fox’s bones. The giant unsheathed a claw and slowly brought it in front of Alex’s puny face threateningly. After a few seconds of letting the fear marinate, he slashed off the fox’s shirt and pants dexterously. “Now take off your underwear, foot toy. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
“S-sure, Michael! I just want to say how grateful-”
Michael quickly shoved a finger against the smaller creature’s mouth, shutting him up instantly. He rubbed his finger against Alex’s face a bit, enjoying how much power he had. Every little motion he made forced the fox’s face up and down, back and forth. “Shut up. It’s MASTER to you, little guy. You don’t matter anymore, not to anybody, anything really, but my paws. Don’t worry, my feet will take good care of you. Maybe. You belong to them now.”
Now dangling by the leash within Michael’s fist, which tugged at his neck but didn’t hurt him at all, Alex took off his underpants before he was sent flying through the air. Michael swung him by the string back and forth, watching with his huge eyes glittering with amusement as his toy was sent flailing side to side, unable to do anything to stop it. After a few seconds, he sat down on his couch.
Alex watched as his master took a seat, idly rotation in his dangling state with no way to stop it. Not that he’d want to. He surrendered all control over his life for the weekend to his friend and he was loving every moment of it. Michael propped one foot on top the heel of the other, pushing slightly to kick off the tight footwear. Alex looked on in awe as he saw visible steam rise and dissipate into the air, corrupting the oxygen around it with the scent of musk after a long day of work.
Without warning, Alex was dropped between the paws to get a closer look. He landed softly on the carpet in a daze, looking up to see his new owner ripping off his other boot and letting it clamber to its side next to the other. He once again watched the steam rise and fill the air surrounding him, engulfing him in a warm blanket of musky odor as all breathable air was replaced with the stench of feet.
“Ahhh, it feels so good to finally let these bad boys out,” Michael said, wiggling his toes overhead, “I’ve been marinating them in there for a week now! Just for you!”
Alex’s heart flooded with joy upon hearing that, vision full of socked paws presented perfectly like a wrapped gift. He gleefully watched, twitching with impatience, as his master took one paw in his hand and slowly and gingerly peeled the sock off with a delightfully nasty squelching. He gently lowered the foot in front of Alex, amused by the smaller fox’s radiant excitement.
The entire sole was moist with sweat, beads barreling down as little strands. The larger fox titled his freshly freed foot over the micro, the thick appendage blocking out all light as it replaced the sky above. The plump toes squirmed and splayed above, enjoying the fresh air as it unleashed its own tainted musky air into the small fox’s atmosphere. Droplets of sweat dripped and befell upon the fox like smelly rain.
Alex felt the heat radiating off the sole, basking in its encompassing warmth while the fox above removed his other sock. A drop of sweat splashed and battered his head, the first true indication at his new life underpaw as it drenched his fur and stained him with his owner’s odor. Michael reached down to attach the leash to an awaiting toe ring, simply clipping it on to solidify Alex’s life as an attachment to his paws.
The other paw descended, slamming onto the ground next to him with a shake. He was effectively trapped between the two paws, his entire life stuck between somebody else’s feet. The heat compounded, washing over him from all sides as his lungs filled with the heavy scent. The air around him felt hot and humid and thick, and despite his usual intolerance for heat, this atmosphere was perfect for him. It felt like he belonged there, between paws bigger and stronger than he would ever be.
“Well? Are you going to tend to them or not? It’s your only purpose in life, is all…”
Alex jumped up, eager to serve. He ran up to the closest paw and smashed his whole body against only a portion of the sole, rubbing with his both hands and even his face. He pressed himself into the soft flesh, allowing the musk to wash over him as he immediately became drenched in fresh, sticky sweat. He kneaded it as hard as he could, muzzling it like he would a lover. This paw was his true calling.
Michael was ecstatic about the whole situation. He loved being superior. He loved the fact that all Alex would be able to see, hear, feel, and smell comes from the lowliest part of his body. On top of that, he didn’t expect Alex’s rubbing to feel as good as it did on his sensitive soles. It was like a free massage but with the added benefit of pure dominance.
The shrunken fox eventually rubbed every inch of the giant paw, front and back, to his master’s desire. He labored for hours, quickly growing exhausted. But with each pant came a deep intake of more intoxicating musk straight from the source. His thoughts became numb as the musk worked like a drug, limiting his ability to think about anything else but his owner: these sexy paws. It burned his nostrils as the thick scent invaded and settled in his lungs, weakening his free will. He droned on, loving every moment he served the dominant paws above him.
As he relaxed the muscles in the large foot, coating his fur with layers and layers of fresh sweat and specks of dirt and fuzz, he understood his place in life under Michael’s paws. Eventually, he became too tired to continue on, collapsing atop the toes he was kneading. His master watched with a grin as his toy dangled over a toe, raising his paw up and down to shake the little guy awake.
“Alright, it’s time for bed now.” Michael stood up and slowly walked to his bedroom, trailing his micro along like a pet on a walk by his toes. As he jumped up onto his bed, carelessly swinging Alex, he lifted a sock in his hand with a smirk. “I honestly don’t remember the last time I washed these but they should keep you cozy.”
Knowing it wasn’t his place to ask what he meant, Alex watched as his master shoved the discolored sock onto his toes. Another massive hand swooped in from behind him, catching by surprise as it slammed him, pressing him, against the sole while the other hand easily slipped the dirty, smelly fabric over the entirety of his paw.
The sock stretched tight over the large foot, squeezing Alex against the sole as the fabric pressed taut into his back. His face was squished into the soft paw, muzzle forced underneath a toe, right next to the toe pit: where the strongest musk emanated from. The pudgy flesh pulsated warmth all throughout the cramped, muggy environment, heating up the trapped humidity. It felt like a heated, heavy blanket behind him with the embrace of a warm, soft hug in front of him.
Worn out and comfortable in the overbearing heat, Alex was quick to pass out pressed against his friend’s foot. And he slept perfectly, despite a few instances of waking up due to Michael’s constant rolling about. He only really awoke when the paws would unconsciously press together, squeezing Alex between them. Besides that, he peacefully dreamed of the day to follow, his one true day as a toy before he would have to leave the next night.
He woke up to a pounding against his body, with the sensation of being squeezed harder than ever before as an intense and heavy weight pressed down on his whole body. His eyes shot open but all he saw was darkness. After a brief flash of fear shot through his chest, Alex remembered where he was, replacing that fear with exhilaration. Taking a deep breath to fill his small lungs with the tainted musky air of his master, he instantly became intoxicated, lidded eyes hazy with a drug-like euphoria and mind numb in a state of servitude.
It wasn’t until Michael hopped off the bed that he remembered his new temporary toy. With a sudden rush for Alex, the large fox swung his foot up to his knee, ripping off his sock. Michael’s eyes sharpened in delight, letting his predatory instincts take over upon the sight of his years-long friend helplessly adhered to his foot by sweat, completely and utterly dominated without a single extraneous effort on his part.
“Have you had your breakfast yet, toy?”
Alex had to push with all his might to peel his face from the sole, tendrils of sweat connecting the two as he responded, “What do you mean, master?”
“Well your cute little muzzle is practically covered with it!” Michael gently flicked Alex with a massive digit as wide as he was, sending bits of grime flying off. “It was stored nice and tight between my toes to keep it warm for you in the morning! Go on, try some of my toe jam!”
It was a disgusting prospect, but Alex was strangely allured by the whole situation. Michael set his foot down harshly against the ground, the vibrations shaking the micro enough to detach him from the sole, with sticky sweat still clinging to his matted and slightly dirty fur. The giant foot descended upon him, pinning him tightly beneath it. The toes wiggled, splaying just above Alex’s head that seemed to almost match the toes in size. It was like his head was the toes’ younger brother.
The digits fell to either side of the fox, allowing the old tendrils of sweat between them to further coat his face and sending the invasive musk to once again bombard his senses straight from the source. Specks of grime rained down in thick chunks onto Alex’s face, which he quickly and obediently lapped up. A strong taste flooded his mouth, slightly burning his throat and nostrils like an intense spice, the flavor like a tangible mixture of the salty sweat and the manly musk he has come to know so well.
Swallowing it sent shivers down his spine before it settled in his stomach, his eyes watering. He didn’t dislike the taste, however. Alex loved the taste, but it was nearly too intensely powerful for him to handle. He continued his task, turning his head to lick up the toe jam plastered the side of the plump toe. Every lick coated his tongue with the dirty, sticky substance, creating a tiny clean sliver on the toe as his insides were increasingly dirtied.
Nearly an hour and a half later, with Michael absentmindedly enjoying the cold, wet, little tongue servicing his unwashed toes while he scrolled on his phone, Alex was finally done with all the jam those toes had to offer. His tongue and throat and face were caked with the grime, and his stomach felt bloated, overfilled with the filling meal of another man’s foot dirt.
“Finally done, toy?” Michael teased as he lifted his foot to inspect its cleanliness, letting Alex dangle by his collar as if he were nothing more than a loose string. “Not too shabby, I guess. You’ll get the other foot for dinner. Well, now time for ME to eat breakfast then head off to work! And you’re coming with me!”
Michael stomped off to the kitchen to grab a protein bar, not worrying about his toy trailing along, forced to run to keep up with the massive footsteps. After a few steps, Alex couldn’t keep up with the expansive stride of his master and surrender to the paw’s movements, allowing it to drag and pull him up with each step.
Once the larger fox was done with his quick meal, his toy panting atop his toes, he grabbed his socks from his room, further dragging Alex along. Not a cruel master, Michael waited for the micro to catch his breath before shoving his paw into an unwashed sock, trapping his toy in the tight fabric as it grew taut over the massive sole. Alex, stuck face-first between two plump digits within the thick material, made a small but obvious outline, his small frame visible amongst the dirty stains coating where the ample heel and toes protruded.
Trapped against the well-padded ball of the giant foot, deprived of the ability to see or hear, he could feel the powerful toes wiggling above him, further stretching the fabric and squeezing him into the soft paw. He felt everything shift around him as he descended followed by a rapid shaking, back and forth as the paw above him crawled forward into a small space. Soon after the paw found itself resting on a soft and damp floor, scooting forward into the cramped room.
Once the paw settled in the shoe, securing the micro in the dark, dank, dense cavern of paw musk and sweat, an immense weight pressed onto Alex’s entire body, burying him into the flesh above. As Michael stood up, the small fox was completely submerged by both the paw and the cushiony sock under him, the intense weight squishing him easily.
The muggy air around him became heated like an oven: a new steamy atmosphere where the muggy, humid oxygen lay heavy in the air and clung to his fur. The heat brought with it a fresh layer of sweat, beads quickly forming on the paw to be absorbed by the thick sock or to soak into Alex’s already matted fur. The musk prevalent all around him also washed over his body, embraced by his lungs as he took deep breaths of the alluring and mind-numbing smell.
The pressure temporarily subsided, sending a weightless sensation flooding through the micro’s body as he continued to be pinned to the paw by a sock. The weightlessness dissolved quickly into a free-falling feeling, as if the paw cuddling him was pushing him downwards before it came crashing into him, once again squeezing him tighly between paw and insole. The pressure built up, crushing the fox and forcing all the air out of his lungs, as the paw pushed off the ground to send itself and its tiny passenger into the sky.
Alex took a deep breath of the tainted air, getting light-headed from the intoxicating manly scent. The foot that dominated his life controlled every aspect of his being, seizing all of his senses and now even regulating his breathing. Paw lifts, deep breath. Paw falls, exhale. He felt himself growing weaker and even more submissive to the giant, powerful being above him, that so easily governed his life.
The steps continued for what seemed like forever, the pounding rythm seducing Alex into a slightly painful, but well-worth it, routine of being stomped over and over again to the whims of someone superior. Michael finally reached his car, halting the rythm the micro was already growing accustomed to in favor for an easy rest, wrapped against the paw like a large teddy bear. It may have been cramped, scalding hot, and copiously sweaty, but Alex took great comfort in his situation.
A lifetime later, full of randomized pressing as Michael would slam the accelerator and the brakes restlessly, they finally reached their destination. The steps continued for a while longer until Alex’s master approached his desk in the back corner, sitting down to prepare for a long day of boring office work. At least his toy was down there keeping his paw comfortable.
Passage of time became meaningless for Alex. Everything blurred together into one barely-conscious, blissful experience. Every now and then Michael would clench his toes, squeezing the fox’s muzzle and jerking him awake enough to squirm in the tight, limited space he had. He knew his master liked his squirming; it was like he was massaging the sole in the absence of enough room to move his arms which laid stuck at his side.
Then came Michael’s lunch break. With nobody near enough to see what he was up to, he slipped off his shoe, letting his musky steam rise and disperse, filling his corner with a light foot stench. He leaned over to peel of his sock, having to tug extra hard to unstick his micro’s fur from the sweaty fabric.
He sighed as the pleasurably fresh air cooled his paw, relaxing his tense muscles. He could feel the soping wet micro breath heavily through his strongly-scented toes, still utterly dominated under such an insignificant part of his body. His friend - no, his toy - felt soft and squishy, adhered to his sole like a permanent fixture to keep his toes cozy.
Wiggling his toes and battering the micro’s cute little head, he came to a shocking realization: his toy WASN’T permanent. Alex would have to leave that night. He frowned. Why shouldn’t he be allowed to keep his toy forever?
Alex awoke with a gasp, musky air bombarding his senses once more, feeling a sudden rush of cold air pierce his skin through his moist fur. He was stuck to the sole, which still pulsated enough heat to keep him comfortable. He looked up between the strong, giant toes on either side of his head, which looked puny in comparison, to see his master peering down at him, deep in thought.
With a jolt, he was lurched up with the foot as it moved rapidly through the sky to perch itself on his master’s knee. With great effort, he unpeeled his face from the foot and turned to face Michael.
“Get to rubbing, foot-slut. I only have 30 minutes and I expect both soles to feel nice and fresh by the end of my break. But don’t touch the toes. We’re saving that to marinate for dinner.”
Alex’s heart raced with excitement, his daze fading away as adrenaline coursed through his veins. He so desperately wanted to serve his master some more and he had to work fast!
Michael brought his foot back to the ground and shook it a few times in a failed attempt at peeling the rest of the micro off. Annoyed, he resorted to scrapping his paw against the carpeted floor, removing Alex the rough way. The micro felt himself being pressed against the ground, harshly tearing off the paw with another squelch.
The small fox immediately jumped back up, eager to worship again. He slammed himself into the nearest paw, quickly rubbing his whole body against the tender and plush sole, pushing his hardest to make his master feel a worthy massage.
A few minutes of this passed, toes splaying far above him in indication of a job well-done. Elated by the positive response by his master’s sole, he pushed himself harder and harder until he grew too exhausted to go on. His efforts slowed as he reached the balls of the first foot, pressing into the damp flesh weaker now. His musk-filled breaths became heavier and heavier as he became weary.
“Here, let me help you out a little, my little fox toy.”
The simple words boomed through the air as Michael’s already massaged paw pressed forward, pushing the micro into the other. The foot squeezed him into the other’s flesh before dragging the toy up along the sweaty sole. The micro was used like a stress ball to roll up and down the paw, his body effectively rubbing it while completely under the control of another paw.
Once Michael was finished, his break was already over. He spotted his boss walking in to check on the employees and in a rushed fear, quickly shoved his socks on. Alex was suprised by the sudden change in scenery as his life was encompassed by musky darkness once again, feeling himself being crammed into the crowded shoe.
While his master slaved away at his work, he slaved away to tend to the giant paw as much as possible, trying to give Michael the little comfort he could in an otherwise miserable job. As minutes shifted to hours, weariness overcame Alex’s senses, finally succumbing to the drooping off his eyes and dozing off against his massive paw-bed. He slept peacefully, cuddled in the warm shoe.
“Hey, foot toy! Wake up! Time for your dinner.”
Alex creaked his eyes open to see large toes wiggling before him. They were already back home. He smiled and sat up to reach the toe-pits, immediately lapping up at the abundant toe-jam gathered through a long day of work. It tasted like it has been thoroughly seasoned in sweat, the rich grimey flavor bombarding his taste buds as the murky mess lathered his tongue.
He let the disgustingly pleasant grime saturate his mouth with the taste, sucking the flavor out of it before swallowing. Before long the toe-jam completely coated his throat, building up in his stomach. His senses were completely overloaded with the taste of his master’s paws, the saturated toe-flavor becoming all the micro could taste, feel, and smell.
By the time he was finished licking up all up between each and every toe, Alex was full beyond desire. He flopped down on his back, his feeble little body tired once more, feeling a little bloated. Michael reached down to unclip the collar, freeing his toy for the first time in over a day.
“Had fun, little guy?”
Alex breathed, resting in his friend’s giant hand, “Oh yeah… I-I owe you big time. This was a dream come true!”
“Hmm, you definitely do owe me. I might take you up on that sooner than you’d think. Are you all nice and full, my toy?”
“Yep! Thank you so much! I can’t believe-“
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I know, I’m great and amazing like that. I guess now’s the time I’m supposed to unshrink you, huh?”
“Unfortunately yeah. I have work in the morning and-“
Michael clenched his paw into a fist, squeezing his bite-sized friend into silence. “Yeah, I don’t really feel like it, though.”
“W-What? Michael, I-“
SQUEEZE.
“I was just thinking earlier… It took YEARS for me to get just this taste of dominating you. Who’s to say it won’t take just as long for next time. And I can’t wait that long. I WANT you NOW.”
“But-“
SQUEEZE.
“Shut up. I control you now. You’re mine. I don’t need to do a thing for you, cuz you live to serve ME. And you’ll like it, foot-slut. Get used to your new size cuz it’s permanent now!”
Michael held the shrink ray in his other hand, Alex’s only hope for salvation, and crushed it in his hand. The micro watched, eyes wide in shock and a brief flash of fear, as the ray splintered into pieces.
“But I bet you love the idea, though, huh? Being my foot’s bitch for the rest of your life, no more free will, no more choice but to worship my toes, because they’re bigger and better than you’ll ever be anymore. All your meals will come from my toe jam, all you’ll ever breath is my musk. You’ll tend to them, keep them massaged and cozy while I work, then lap up at all the sweat after my workouts. Forever and ever…”
Alex had to admit, with the fear that dripped down his spine disappating, that this did sound enticing. Leaving behind all responsibilities, all sources of stress for something bigger than himself. Literally. The choice - or lack thereof - to lead a simple life with his new master to dominate him forever.
“I want to hear you say it. You want to be my foot toy forever.”
Alex gulped, “I-I want to be your foot toy!”
“Louder. I want you to beg.”
“PLEASE! Let me worship your feet for the rest of my life! I’m your foot toy! I’m yours!”
Michael smirked and licked his lips. The power trip consumed him. Alex shivered in excitement, knowing his life as an equal had ended the second he agreed to staying the day as a micro. For now on, he was just a toy....
Category Story / Macro / Micro
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
Oh my lord, this story was so fuckin' perfect. I loved reading every second of it. The detailed descriptions, how playful the macro was, and that ending - nothing gets me more than the word "permanent" in shrinking stories >///<
This was an amazing read. Great job! I think you're a fantastic writer ^^
This was an amazing read. Great job! I think you're a fantastic writer ^^
WOOOO THANKS!
I'm so glad you enjoyed! I also love permanence in stories ;)
I'm so glad you enjoyed! I also love permanence in stories ;)
Well I don't like the perm very much in the stories, I mean, a part of me yes, I can be somewhat sadistic, but at the same time I would like to be micro, I also think that not being able to do anything else at some point could become boring or they could kill you and my friends would miss me, yes I know, I overanalyze things a lot, but I would not like to be a micro forever or at least not be a slave, I would prefer being something like a friend with rights but micro and macro: b, something semi-mandatory but you can still do other things
AHHH THANK YOU! I am far from perfect, but I think I'm getting better! I appreciate it! :3
This is absolutely incredible, and I can't thank you enough, dude! You're an amazing author and you're such a good friend. <3
Awesome work <3! Really liked it from start to finish! Thank you for sharing ^w^
Wow, thank you so much! I was really conscious about the pacing this time around, so your compliment means a lot!! ❤
Thank you!
I do love me some permanence in micro/foot stuff >.< that's what I normally write about!
I do love me some permanence in micro/foot stuff >.< that's what I normally write about!
Absolutely adored this amazing work and detail loved the permanent bit but can't blame me for hoping for some cute loving cuddles after the day of fun
Oh I'm sure there were some cute cuddles quite often! They really care for each other, even with the new dynamic they share.
Woah, thank you so much! That's probably one of the best compliments I've ever received. I really appreciate it
Great but Although I liked how dominant Michel was, having to insult his friend all the time was a little irritating, it's part of the role but he could have had some blame for being too harsh I hope for a second part of Michel being a little flexible in their vocabulary because of their relationship, although dominant, it is mainly due to how submissive Alex is, although in the end Miche is very dominant. I hope the second part has Michel give other kinds of rewards to Alex for his hard work like worrying if he's okay or having a friendly chat sharing experiences while Alex is worshiping him. I like relationships where the Macro cares about the Micro despite being dominant.
Cool, thanks for the criticism, and I understand that perspective, a lot of people would prefer it that way! However, I wrote this story for a friend, not for anybody else, and that’s how he wanted it to go. I just made it public afterwards. If that’s the kind of relationship you want to see, there are hundreds of stories on the platform or you can write your own story, or commission me or one of my writer friends. There is also got going to be a second part, so that’s an interesting assumption to make. You also did not need to bold to make your points, I would’ve spent that type proofreading “Michael”.
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