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As a new foot slave to Princess Peach, Toadette's life is taken for a hectic, erotic ride. |
â Age 11 - Sixth Grade (Year: 2003) â âPlease quit touching my feetâŠâ âShh!â All I wanted to do on my Thursday was relax at Minh T.âs house before having to go home. I was comfortable on the floor, my black socks kept the smell from setting off the fire alarm, and I did a good job feigning interest in Minh T.âs new Game Boy thing. I was 106% sure that it was illegal what we were watching. How did someone even get a video on such a tiny thing when cameras were going for so many more coins? Let alone something as graphic as filming a penis. All of this wouldâve been tolerable if she knew how to keep her hands to herself, or rather her feet. While huddled next to me, her bare feet were always inches away from poking mine. Like she was a toddler who needed to touch everything she saw. Boop, boop, boop. If she touched me again, I was gonna grab her game and break it in half. Boop. âWhy you are trying to drive me crazy!?â âTryinâ to get closer to let you see this.â She lifted the Game Boy to my face, presenting me with two pixelated figures grinding against each other. At the same time, the endlessly crunchy moaning noises made me want to curl up into a ball and cry my heart out. Every other day, some comment came out her mouth about how great sleeping with a guy felt. I couldâve gone without a visual of how the act was, but Minh T. just couldnât be simple. GAH! And she was still touching my feet! âThe fuck? You donât have to touch my feet to get closer,â I groaned, trying to shuffle away. âWhereâs the harm in a little game of footsies?â Fuck my life⊠Whenever I was around Minh T., not a second went by without my space being violated. How many times did I have to tell her we werenât dating. Iâd rather have a Bonzai Bill obliterate me before Iâd even think about kissing a girl.  Sheâd be a shitty girlfriend anyway. As a stickler for people having clean feet, Iâd be dizzy every day with how filthy hers regularly were. Sure, mine werenât the freshest flowers in the shop, but at least I kept the bottoms polished. Minh T.âs? If you had a thing for hobo feet, sheâd be the most attractive girl in the town. But those of you with decency would be wise to search elsewhere. As the dude in the video kept thrusting himself into the lady, his head would constantly be between her legs and feet. This Game Boy screen didnât tell the clearest story, but I could guarantee her feet were neat. Howâs a guy supposed to enjoy cumming in a girl when heâs distracted by her Goomba-like toes? Then again, boys did that in Minh T. all the time. Everyone lined up for her, even if sheâd given them a glimpse of her feet via her nasty flip-flops. The more I watched the video, the more my nails dug into my palms. âWhy do guys even wanna fuck you?â Minh T. slowly turned. âExcuse me?â âAre you easy or something? Iâd get it if you took care of your whole body, but if I were a guy, I wouldnât want anything to do with you considering yourâŠâ And I pointed at her hellish toes. She looked at her system, then back at me, then back at the system and finally at her feet. âWhy would you sayâ No, why would you ask that?â âBecause I can.â Her brows furrowed. âThatâs mean, Toadette. Iâve turned down more guys than Iâve screwed, so you can scratch off me being easy. And, as Iâve said over and over, the only reason guys donât go for you is âcause you donât ever chat with âem.â I scoffed, stroking my red hair. âWhatever. Thatâs their loss.â âAre you about to cry?â âNo! Itâs just so stupid. Why do guys hate girls who keep themselves clean and try their hardest to look cute?â âI think I try hard to look cute. And if you think my feet are deal-breakersâŠâ She placed her mouth on the side of my head. âIâve screwed in places so tight, boys were practically kissing my feet. Mwah, mwah, mwahâŠâ âStop.â She giggled. âWhile theyâre cumming in me, about to pass out, sometimes my toes just twitch their way right into their mouths. Dirty, clean, it donât matter. When you really wanna play with someone, youâll do anything. Even deal with their beautiful feet staining your face with dirty footprints. âAnd if you really think Iâm talking craziness, Toadette, Iâll show you just what I mean.â Minh T. licked her cherry lips. She sat criss-cross applesauce, then brought her left foot up to her face. To my disgust, I had all too good a view of the stained dirt that covered it from the heel to the toes. And as she scrunched her five foot fingers, I could count the crumbs of muck raining down on the carpet. And like a mental patient, she pushed her face against her foot. Another soft moan came out her mouth as her cheek darkened. âMmm⊠Donât I look perfectly healthy?â Oh my gosh⊠Gagging, I barely burped out a, âPlease stop.â âNow, el momento de verdad.â Flipping her fluffy brown hair back, she took one quick lick from the heel to the middle of the sole. It was like someone was stabbing me in the heart over and over. The sight of hair and outdoor dust clinging to her tongue was unbearable, not to mention the sounds she made. EW!! FUCKING GROSS! Why was she swallowing!? Why did I have to be cursed to have my only friend be such a maniac? And she had the nerve to grin as if she wasnât in the middle of slurping foot mud. The girl wore flip-flops to school. Sheâd gone to the bathroom several times, her feet with basically no protection from germs. And she was STILL licking like a Yoshi! Once she got to the eleventh lick, she stuck out her tongue to give me a sickening view of it. It went back in her mouth. Wide a wide grin, she laughed. âMy foot donât even stink. Wanna try it out?â Screaming, I broke down the door and ran all the way to the bathroom. If I didnât stand over that trash can, my lunch was gonna be all over this floor. Minh T.âs mother passed by, leaning into the room. âToadette, are you sick?â âSheâs fine. You hear her crying, sheâs just being a baby.â Rude! After pushing her mom out the way, Minh T. closed the door. âYou know, feet scare you more than they should.â âYou make me feel sicker than you should.â âTheyâre feet. Unless you got a foot allergy, there ainât no toe trying to take you out. Besides, not like guys are coming to me for my feet. They just tolerate having âem all over their body just so they can fit in me.â That description wasnât making the imagery any better. Eventually, I sat on the toilet, silently fuming. âHey,â she said, âif nothing else, youâve got someone who thinks youâre cute.â âAnd sheâs a girl.â âAnd less judgemental than the other stuck-up girls.â She ran her fingers up my exposed legs, stopping at my knees. âI know youâre just shy and not creepy. Iâm always here if you wanna lose your virginity.â One flustered kick sent her skidding into the wall. âNo.â She stared at me, sighed, then nodded. Finally, an appropriate response, respecting my boundaries. It only took her getting hit to get the message. âHave you ever cum yet?â I shook my head. Was she playing with me? Obviously if I never dated, I never came. âWell with how angry youâve been latelyâthreatening to break peopleâs necks if they joke about youâI think youâre overdue for a little stress relief.â âI canât just find a random guy I like and get him to date me,â I lamented, standing in front of the mirror at my teary eyes. âNo matter how cute I wanna look, Iâm just the ugly little Toad of the school.â Minh T. put her hands on my shoulders. âYou are cute. And fortunately, Miss Cutesy, we donât need to find you a boyfriend in order to cum.â âHow does that work?â *** With the Sun going down, I was walking through Toad Townâs emptier streets with a bunch of food in my hands. Nothing unusual, truth be told. For a middle-class girl like herself, Minh T. certainly never acted like one. Most wish to mingle with those within their own financial status, and yet Minh T.âs family was always happy to lend us food and money. They werenât even loans; they usually told Mommy she never had to pay them back. And their only daughter would spend a quarter of her allowance on making sure I ate at school. Had our paths never crossed, DT and I would both be starving with the way Mommy handled the coins she earned. As I stepped into the house, announcing my presence, my moist feet were finally freed. âNot too horrible today,â I remarked after taking a whiff of my left sock. I balled them up into my shoes, then stepped into the kitchen. âI donât give a fuck if I clocked out three hours early! I earned that cheque fair and square!â With the vibrating walls and my motherâs yelling, I knew to pause on instinct. âIf no one else was coming, yeah, I took my tips and left. Do you know how hard it is raising a retarded teen and a kindergartener? Itâs not easy when you got two dads not in their lives! And I canât feed them with zero coins!â Embarrassing... Could my mother seriously not be a good waitress for a small restaurant? âTT, can you help me?â I sat the food down and spun around. My little brotherâs hair had grown so long that it covered his eyes, just like his perfect motherâs. Through the strands, I could see his pupils darting between me and Mommy. I instinctively stepped into his line of sight, then grabbed his paper. Poor boy, facing the nightmarish reality of homework and deadlines. He truly was growing up. Shuffling him away from Mommyâs aggressive phone call, I rubbed his cap. âWeâll get this done lickity-split.â âWhereâs Minh T.?â âWhy?â He sat at the table. âShe might have an easier time with this.â âExcuse me. Iâm no dummy.â Upon one look, the paper was some language arts stuff. âItâs not like you brought me heavy math.â This homework was nothing I couldnât do. It was a series of reading exercises maliciously designed to confuse children, as all the questions were about homophones. But boy oh boy, teaching DT the difference between these words was harder than making a brave warrior out of a Shy Guy. Then again, how could I blame him when his tummy rumbled so much? While he scribbled on his paper, I said, âWe got Hot Shrooms and rice and beans from Minh T. Should last us three days, âkay?â âSweet!â He magically popped to life, narrating his day while he circled answers. A standard childâs day in kindergarten, learning the basics. And like all kids, he was more interested in chatting about the more creative stuff like drawing. I took a look at his homework after he presented me with new answers. The last section in particular caught my attention. Again. âDT, tell me where you went wrong.â He blew the tuft of hair out his eyes and slowly read the sentence again. âThe Mushroom Kingdom is necks two the Beanbean Kingdom.â âMmm⊠Check again.â âYou always tell me to check again,â he squealed, his cheeks puffing up. âI checked four times!â âGood. Make it five. If youâre right, weâre done. If youâre wrong,â I giggled as I set my feet on his lap, âweâre gonna give you a stink shock.â Aw, he really wanted to crumble that page. Crazy part? This was a multiple choice type of homework. Only three choices for the two underlined words, and he couldnât wrap his brain around which was which. As the clock ticked, I slowly flexed my toes. Though I was never a fan of exposing my feet to people, I could torment DT as much as possible with mine. Being barefoot around family makes the experience quite normal, unlike outdoors where most wear shoes. Well, at least we Toads and the humans around the town. His lip frowning, DT presented the paper again. âThe Mushroom Kingdom is next two the Beanbean Kingdom.â âReally?â In an instant, I started wiping my right foot all over DTâs face. The kid was quick to fight back, but he couldnât stop his nose from getting stuck between my toes for a second. Besides, this rubbing was ridding my feet of some of the sweat the socks failed to absorb. Just a little bonus for me. âAnd Iâm done.â Once he could breathe, DT fanned the air around him. âIt stinks! You said if I was right, weâd be done.â âI also said if you were wrong, youâd get a stink shock.â He sulked, his face slowly turning red. He just stared at my curling toes for a while before gazing at the ragged sheet of paper. Time for Toadette to be a big sister. After explaining the wrong answers, I took his hand and guided him to the correct answer. âT-O is a prep thingy we say a lot. The Mushroom Kingdom is next TO the Beanbean Kingdom. You are going to get an A on this. TT is going to try to cum tonight.â He cocked his head. âBut arenât you already here?â âWhen youâre older,â I said, patting his head. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before I got up. And I went in extra obnoxiously, flicking my tongue against his skin. Got a good âewâ out of him, followed by a high-pitched laugh. âQuit acting like my breath stinks. Get over here.â âBetter than your stinky feet.â âWant another whiff?â âGet away!â In one move, he jumped out his chair and ran into the kitchen. âYay, Iâm safe!â âBut they love you, DT,â I sang. âI love them when theyâre clean and not nasty,â he sang back in a pitch high enough to shatter glass. I chuckled, wiping some carpet hairs off my soles. Our little back-and-forths and my feet stinking always brought out tons of energy in me. At least his disgust was forever covered in love, as opposed to the outsiders of my family life who hated how I could reek. When I was about to go upstairs for some experimentation, my mother stepped out the kitchen. Beneath her red hair was a deep red face with trembling red lips. âTTâŠâ âYay⊠Weâre gonna be poor forever⊠We should throw a poor people party.â âDonât joke, TT. Iâm not even the one fucking up at that job. They messed withââ âYou left three hours early.â She clenched her fists, approaching me. âIf you know so much, why donât you get a job to help us out?â âIâm a retarded teen,â I plainly said, rolling my eyes as I passed her. âIâm not in the mood for your attitude today, little girl.â My foot struck the ground hard enough to sound like metal. âI donât like seeing my little brother starving. Why canât you just act like an adult and keep a single job!? Itâs embarrassing to keep relying on my friendâs family to keep us off the streets. Do you even care about us!?â Wincing, I readied myself for the hit to come. My Mom hadnât moved further yet, but the ice was thinning. I huffed. âWell, I know Iâm not important.â She put her head down. âKnow what? Iâve got too much to worry about, so Iâm gonna let you slide for now. But when youâre older, youâre gonna learn how being an adult isnât as easy as it looks in the movies.â âAs long as I donât get pregnant by a deadbeat in high school, Iâll be fine.â I let out an exasperated grunt. âPlease donât fight!â DT had run between us, holding his hands together as he faced our mom. âPlease donât.â âDonât be scared, DT,â she said, grabbing him. âMommy just had a bad day.â âAnd TT is going to try and have a really good night. If youâll excuse me.â Each step I made up the staircase, I could feel a jolt of energy going into my heart. All this frustration Iâve been having lately was getting to the point where it NEEDED to be unleashed. If not, Iâd end up doing something Iâd regret. *** Alone in my room. I dug through the smallest pockets of my backpack. This toolâs thickness was something else, lemme tell you. I knew Minh T. was a freak, but I didnât think her parents were freaky enough to gift her this as a Christmas present. The white and pink device in my hands was a six-inch vibrator. âNow, how am I gonna use this?â I whispered, stroking it from the bottom to the top. VRRRRRRRR! Jeez! My finger flicked the tiny switch into the âonâ position. I turned it off as quickly as it came on, holding my breath. Did anyone else hear it? It sounded so loud, and it wasnât even set on the max option. Hmm⊠Itâd be real bad if either Mommy or DT happened to barge in here. While I could experiment with this under the sheets, I needed a safe spot. Bundled pyjamas covered my hands as I left my room, nothing untypical. But underneath the clothing, the vibrator was always a hairâs inch within being activated. Thankfully, reaching the bathroom only took me a few steps. Locking the door, running the shower, turning the vent fan on⊠All those steps ensured my safety. But I couldnât bring this thing into the shower. What if the batteries got wet? So, while stripping out my school uniform, I decided I was gonna do this right here on the floor. As an extra security measure, my clothes would block the slit under the door, hiding my movements. Whoo⊠Not one inch of me was wet, and yet my vagina felt like it was starting to leak. I stretched my body before my butt kissed the frigid tile. âStart off slow, ToadetteâŠâ Click! VRRRRRRRRRR! What the? Click! Click! Click! Click! VRRRRRRRRRR! It was vibrating so strong, no matter the mode I set it on. Fuck. Minh T. mustâve broken it. I wouldnât put it past her to use it so much on its strongest settings that itâd only know how to rumble like this. While it still wasnât strong enough to overpower the other sounds, what it meant was that Iâd be taking it rough. Hopefully it wouldnât scramble my pussy or something. âBetter it working than being unusable.â I looked up. I needed a mental image before I could use this thing willy-nilly. Only having one true friend put me at a disadvantage when searching for attractive people. Even if I liked a guyâs looks, chances were good that his attitude pissed me off. I had to search for males outside of my school. Hmm⊠I really didnât look up to many of the big-named celebrities out there. Didnât help that a lot of the biggest ones were humans, and ew⊠Well, desperate times called for desperate measures. Swallowing a huge amount of guilt, I saw my best friend staring at me from across the room. She was being her regularly, semi-creepy self. Watching eagerly as I trembled with her vibrator in my hand, hovering it over my genitals. Ooh! If I just imagined her as a boy, this would go easier. It took multiple tries, but soon Iâd constructed the perfect image of somebody who I could fuck. A boy with curly brown hair, a white cap with pink spots, and who had a boner for me. Heh⊠Without the lipstick and flashy eyebrows, this fella had me blushing a bit. Click! Scooping some water from the tub, I splashed it onto my pussy. Ooh! Cold! Yeah, had to change it quickly to warmer water. As a bonus, thatâd steam the bathroom up pretty good. Now I got on my back, this dark-eyed boy smoothly caressing my shoulders. My lower body shivered. The heavy vibrations gave my pussy the biggest wake-up call of its life, sending those muscles to get to flexing. They sent jolts of energy through my entire body. At my head, I was blinking rapidly, gritting my teeth as to silence my giggles. And at my feet, my toes curled like those of a witch. All the while, the boy smiled at me, puckering his lips as if offering me an invitation. âWell, donât mind if I do, mister,â I whispered, pursing my lips. Hearing smooching noises made me rub my hand on my right tit. The vibrator was in an inverted position, its head pointing downward. And so the side of this bulbous tip sat pressed against my pussyâs opening. Sometimes Iâd direct it from side to side just for some relief; going numb wouldnât help me. Yet I kinda wanted it to numb me. This pressure was so intense, at times it felt like someone was pinching my insides. But GODDAMN, it was an amazing pinching. My legs were shaking like jelly while I made out with this boy. Such a tickly feeling, too. I tried over and over to see how far I could get it inside of myself, but it never went much farther than the very beginning. However, Toadette was gonna work with that. Quitting was not an option. So anyways, I paused for a second to recompose myself. âThis is fun.â And back to the action! I spread my legs like an octopus, now furiously massaging myself with the vibrator. âShit!â With it going up and down at such a blazing rate of speed, guess what the boy was doing. Why, he was using his tongue to lick my pussy. Mmm⊠In a sick way, I kinda preferred it to having his cock twitching inside of me. This way, he had more control over the movements. And if a tongue flattened itself good enough, it could stretch across the whole vagina. The occasional taps inside my walls gave me this fluttery sensation, like I was lying on dreamy clouds. My breasts had never felt so happy in their entire lifetimes. Iâd been teased for being the flat-chested girl in sixth grade, when many other Toads got bigger breasts by fourth grade. Mine mightâve been as flat as the floor I was lying on, but they received pleasure just as much as a fat bitchâs tits. Stroking my face became another regular action during this sex session. Once more, it gave me that tingly feeling I couldnât get enough of. Try it. Run the very tips of your fingers along your cheeks and tell me it doesnât feel exciting. But alas, all great things come to an end. Aw, and I hadnât even had my first cum moment. My right hand was just getting so tired at this point. It had fought valiantly to please my pussy, but Iâd used up all its strength⊠âLefty, donât fail me.â Thought this was over? Get real. My left hand may have missed my vagina several times, but once it got the angle right, the vibrator was back to causing an earthquake inside my body. I put my feet up on the bathtub, keeping my back flat on the floor. From this angle, I let out a soft series of chuckles, staring at my unpainted toenails. These wiggly babies couldnât stop dancing at all. In fact⊠Rubbing my feet together worked wonders in combination with the vibrator. It was like giving myself my own foot massage but while using my feet. Being sweaty earlier today gave them the softness they needed, and while my toes tickled my soles, I made little effort to conceal my moaning. It didnât matter if they heard me. Iâd take the scolding later. Right now, my hero had gone from licking my pussy to using his own foot to stimulate it. His flexibility was second to none. Why? Well, while the top of his foot tapped my vagina, his toes (very well-polished for a boy) occasionally exploring the narrow cavern, he was riding my face. Actually, he was laying face-down on top of me. I was holding him in my mouth. His cock wasnât the thickest in Toad Town, but all the same, sucking it was so much better than sucking on a lollipop. âAh⊠AhâŠâ I clenched the vibrator between my thighs. âOoooh⊠Yeah, come onâŠâ And rushing to stand, I leaned myself up against the wall. My body was twisting in every contradicting direction, yet one constant remained. That vibrator wasnât going anywhere. It was going to make me cum one way or another. Even if it the battery juice drained, itâd still be my makeshift penis for tonight. I would NOT deny myself of what Minh T. had experienced for the past two years. My moans and yelps of pleasure were getting more frequent. Sitting on the sink, I rammed the head of the vibrator into myself twice per second. As the tingliness from my soles transferred to my spine, tears ran down my face. Instead of seeing that same boy whoâd been making me horny as fuck, I was staring at the spitting image of Minh T. She sat next to me, gave me a wink, sticking her tongue out. Not a second passed when she wasnât rubbing her feet on top of mine. âYouâre such a cutie, Toadette,â she whispered, blowing me a kiss. When the vibratorâs speed increased, so did the intensity of the vibrations. First, it felt like there was a bubbly sensation inside of me. I breathed heavier, gasping for air at every interval. At that moment, when my pussy felt lighter and more sensitive, I knew it was happening. I was cumming. And it was impossible to freeze myself or even control myself. Off the sink I fell, straight onto the floor! But that didnât prevent me from switching the vibrator off, then looking at my trembling toes in shock. It was⊠Knock! Knock! âTT, itâs been 40 minutes! Are you gonna pay for that water?â âI-Iâm coming out! Just washing my hair.â Walking like someone had shoved a hot stick up my ass, I stumbled into the tub to rinse myself off. Only had five minutes, and in that time, my emotions were a roller coaster. At first, the cumming felt indescribably hot, like someone had injected an energy drink into my veins. But now that I was in the shower, my mood took a major drop⊠Did I really fuck myself on the sink? And even then, there was no boy here who was willing to give me any love like that. But⊠Did I cum looking at Minh T.? Ew, fuck no. I was probably thinking of something else. So unfair that she got to cum thanks to real boys while I had to use my imagination. Well, now I walked away not knowing what to think of getting off by myself. Sexy? Scary? |
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