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Context: Zero invites fifteen to his house
Zero opened the door for Fifteen, and he watched as she kicked her shoes off, her large paws now uncovered. Zero thought about how musky they must be, and how he’d love to bury his nose in the fabric of her sole and take a deep breath. He took note of how big her paws were, and how one of her paws was twice the size of one of his. He thinks of how easily she could smother his face. Zero quickly looked away, hoping Fifteen didn’t notice he was looking.
They both went over to the rug and began coloring.
“So, what’re you drawing?” Zero asked.
Zero was good friends with Fifteen, and even though he had a big crush on her, he wasn’t nervous to be around her.
Fifteen leaned back on her hands and flexed her paws, making Zero flustered. He squeezed his thighs together to not get an erection, but oh, math he loved looking at her huge socked paws and thinking about how they would dominate him. Her soles were facing him, and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking how easy it’d be for him to just start kissing and licking and worshiping her paws.
Fifteen held her paper in her hands and looked at it before saying, “It’s a drawing of me eating Nine and Six. They’re so annoying!”
Zero leaned over her paws to look at the drawing(he took any chance he could get to touch her feet).
“Wow, you drew yourself really big, huh?” Zero commented.
Maybe Fifteen liked domination as much as him, Zero thought.
“Well, yea, how could I eat someone who’s my size?” Fifteen chuckled.
“I dunno, ask Fourteen!” Zero giggled.
Fifteen kicked Zero off her feet playfully and went back to drawing. Zero was inspired and drew a giant Fifteen lifting her paw up to crush tiny Six and Nine. Math, he wished that was him under her foot. He erased Six and Nine and started drawing himself in their place, and decided he wouldn’t show Fifteen that drawing…
Fifteen looked over covertly and smirked as Zero drew himself in the shadow of her paw. Zero really couldn’t be more obvious, she thought, she always saw him staring at her feet. She wondered if her missing pairs of socks were his doing.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” Fifteen announced.
“Uhh, have fun, hehe,” Zero responded.
Fifteen walked down the hallway to the bathroom, but instead went into Zero’s room. She looked through drawers and found a pair of socks much bigger than the rest. She stifled a laugh at how puny his socks were in comparison to hers. She’d love to make him feel how small he is one day.
Fifteen pocketed her socks, yknow, cause she owns them. But now she knew that he really was a pervert for her paws, so she intended to mess with him. She went back and sat on the couch in front of Zero, making sure she sat so her soles were in Zero’s view.
Zero stared for a moment at the tantalizing creases and folds in her socks before going back to drawing something new. But he looked back and realized Fifteen was staring at him.
Fifteen continued making eye contact with him as she pulled her socks off and tossed them into his lap.
“E-Ew, I don’t want these!” Zero stammered, trying to seem disgusted.
“Well, you seem to have wanted my other socks…” Fifteen mumbled.
“What?” Zero asked.
“Nothing,” she quickly replied.
Zero looked down at the socks in his lap, not having removed them yet. A humid, musky warmth rose from them and made him dizzy from arousal.
“I’ll just take them back, then.”
Fifteen reached her foot over to pick them up from Zero’s lap, her paw brushing against his inner thighs as she did so. Why’d she use her foot?? Zero thought, but it made his face so so red. Her paws were so warm and slightly damp from being in socks for so long, too, and it made his heart flutter.
Zero couldn’t stop his tentadick from emerging from his slit, which Fifteen saw after she pulled her foot away.
Fifteen stood up and loomed over Zero, who was now very embarrassed and very anxious to how she’d react to him getting erect.
“I-I didn’t mean to, it’s nothing, it just happens sometimes!” He tried to explain.
But Fifteen caught his gaze flicker down once again when she wiggled her toes.
“You like my paws, don’t you?” Fifteen asked.
“I… uh…” Zero was lost for words. Somehow his face looked even redder.
“Do you prefer it when I have my socks on or off?” Fifteen smirked.
“On,” Zero quickly replied.
Fifteen laughed, and that beautiful humiliating laughter went straight to Zero’s dick.
Fifteen picked up her dirty socks from earlier and slipped them back on. Zero scooted closer to the couch. Fifteen lifted a paw over Zero’s face, and he felt the damp heat radiating from it.
Zero stared at her soles, almost drooling, and scrutinized the wear patterns of the sock, and how he could almost see her bare feet beneath the grid-like threads. Her normally white socks had been turned grey, and they were dirtier by the balls of her feet, her heels, and her toes.
“O-Oh, they’re so dirty…” Zero murmured, entranced.
Fifteen pressed her foot down onto his face and forced him to lay on the ground, pinning him with her paw.
Zero inhaled deeply and moaned, “Mnngh, Fifteen..”
“Fuck, you’re such a pervert. Getting off to the scent of my foot? You’re disgusting, you know that, right?” Fifteen admonished.
“Ngnh..” Zero moaned more, soaking in her footscent and the degradation.
“You’re practically just a foot rest for me at this point. You would like that, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you like being a floor mat for me to just wipe my feet on?” Fifteen teased.
“Oh, math, I'd do anything,” Zero pleaded.
Zeros arms and legs twitched from under her foot as he was absorbed in his own pleasure. He kept taking deep breaths, savoring the scent of her paw, and he didn’t care how weird he seemed. He jerked his hips and whined when he felt Fifteen curl her toes around his face.
Fifteen sat back on the couch with her foot still planted on her face. She then used both her feet to smother his face, wiggling her toes occasionally to tease the integer.
“Huff… sniffff… your paws are so perfect, Fifteen, I wish I could be under them forever…”
“Yeah? Well, maybe you will. I could just shrink you and shove you into my boot, couldn’t I?” Fifteen suggested.
Zero was very horny and not thinking logically, so he said, “Yes.”
Fifteen laughed at how eager he was, and pressed her feet harder into his face, her socks rubbing against his cheeks and releasing more of her damp, musky scent. Suddenly, Zero felt himself getting smaller and smaller until he wasn’t even as big as a single toe of Fifteen’s.
Fifteen laughed and picked up the blushing number with a single hand. She took her sock off and dropped him in, making sure he got to the toe end. She put the sock back on and wrapped her toes around Zero, feeling him squirm helplessly against her powerful foot. She then put her foot back in her boot, where Zero would be trapped forever, endlessly subjected to her hot, musky, sweaty feet, never able to breathe fresh air anymore, but only her pawscent. And Zero would never wish for anything else, breathing in her stink as if it was pure oxygen or crack cocaine idfk.
Fifteen would love toying with Zero whenever she remembered she had a little footslut in her shoes which she could torment throughout the day. She loved rubbing her big toe against his groin and edging him, or otherwise playing with him between her toes. She loved hearing his tiny, cute, muffled moans from within her shoe. Inside her shoe was incredibly smelly and humid and hot, especially when she wore it for longer, and sometimes it got uncomfortable for even Zero, but he still loved it. He would masturbate in her shoe if he had room, and if he didn’t, he’d hump her foot. Fifteen would feel it and think it was very pathetic and laugh quietly, but just enough for Zero to hear and make him want to hump harder so that she could humiliate him more. Zero would cum many, many times, staining every pair of socks Fifteen owned. Sometimes, Fifteen would wear the same pair of socks twice to make the inside of her boot extra musky for Zero. And Zero loved it, and wouldn’t wish for anything else for all of eternity, throwing away his past life entirely to be Fifteen’s bootslut.
