Chapter #8June's Playdate by: Unknown SQUISH
Once again you find yourself helplessly glued to a huge foot. In this case you've been squished in between June's toes, and yet she still doesn't seem to feel you. The taste here is much stronger than it was on your mom's, given that it's a tight space for sweat to build up in, but her skin also has a lighter, more delicate flavor to it beyond the stink. You'd just really rather not think about the complex taste of your little sister's foot though.
"So, how many people are gonna be at that party?" June asks as she and Jake pick out clothes to get dressed.
"I don't know," her brother replies as he pulls a pair of shorts from his drawer. "She's really popular, so she has lots of friends, and lots of them are really pretty girls too. I hope there's lots there."
"Does she know about your big thingy?"
"She's seen it make my pants stick out, but I don't think she knows what it is. I told her it happens when I'm around her, and said she's never seen another boy do that except her daddy. I'm gonna show them what it is today, though." Jake slips on his shorts, not even bothering with underwear.
"Zachary says girls should know what peepees are really early," says June as she lifts up her foot to put on some panties. You're able to look in just about any direction you choose, and to your horror you see the underwear she's picked out looks like nothing more than a G-string thong, just scaled down to her size. You can't believe your mom would actually buy here something like this, or rather that it even exists!
"Well, that's why I'm gonna teach them," Jake says proudly. He finishes getting dressed in a T-shirt and packs a drawstring bag with a bathing suit and towel. June finishes up soon after, wearing low seated pink short shorts and a white crop top, looking like most slutty girls twice her age. You're almost certain she's encouraged to go out looking like that in this world. Your body gets squished even further as she slips on a pair of flip flops, the toe strap pressing you in harder. Not to mention that these have seen a lot of time with her feet in all sorts of conditions, and the taste and smell you're forced to endure from them is not pleasant.
"You all set, Jake?" Gwen asks as she comes through the door to check on them (at least she's finally gotten dressed). He nods affirmatively. "Alrighty, I'll drive you over. June, do you wanna ride with us?"
"Nah, it's okay, I'll walk," says June, dashing your hopes of having a slightly less torturous time. "It's not that far."
"Well, okay. Have fun, sweetheart." Gwen gives her a kiss on the lips, as does Jake, before they head out to get in the car. June takes a few moments to check her look in the mirror, adjusting her orange curls to be just right before making for the front door.
"Bye Daddy! Bye Liz!" she waves as she passes the kitchen where Liz is still blowing your dad.
"Have a good time, baby," Peter replies, a firm hand holding the back of his daughter's head against his groin. "Maybe you can show me what you learned when you get home..." Liz can only provide a muffled farewell over her mouthful of cock.
It's only fitting that a day like today be unusually hot for spring. You immediately feel yourself beginning to melt as June steps outside, but it doesn't bring you any closer to freedom; instead your liquid form seeps under her foot, spreading you over just about every inch of her soft sole. You feel like a cartoon character, being stretched and squashed between her foot and shoe with every step she takes. Your whole body feels like it's becoming infused with her foot odor. Even though her destination is only a block away, she might as well be walking for miles as far as you're concerned.
At last she finally stops at a house at the end of your neighborhood. It's only slight relief for you considering her entire weight is now pressing down on you constantly, but somehow it's better than being smashed and stretched. She knocks on the door, but you can't see who answers from where you are; you can only assume it's a boy.
"Hey, glad you could make it!" he says. He sounds a bit older than June's age group, maybe 13 or 14; what's doing hanging around boys that age?! You've known her to try to hang out in the boy crowd thanks to her being so close to Jake, but even he doesn't play with boys that much older than himself. "Man, you look really sexy in that..."
"Hi Zachary," June says blushing, her toes curling around your squashed form, "and thanks, my mommy and sister helped me pick it out."
"Well, they've got great taste. Come on in, this heat is killer out here. You must be sweating like crazy." Zachary leads your young sister into the air-conditioned house, a welcome change from the sweltering heat. June kicks off her shoes, but to your dismay you stay stuck to her feet, the cool air making it very hard to detach yourself. Great. You endure more walking until they get to a couch in the living room where June's feet can't touch the floor anymore, giving you some real relief for once, as well as a bit of a view of where you are.
You can see the floor you were just being smashed against, and the legs of who you assume is Zachary sitting beside June. As his feet touch the floor, you can tell he's definitely older and much taller that your sister. Other than that, you can only see the bottom of June's feet.
"So, your parents are gone for the whole weekend?" June asks. Oh god, this was planned?
"Yup, all weekend. My parents are so lame; if they found out I was having sex with a girl they'd probably freak out. I'm just glad they go off on business trips so much. So yeah, just me and Marshall here. He's upstairs playing games or something. I can probably call David over as well."
"That sounds like fun!" says June. You're filled with a whirlwind of emotions right now. Horror at the thought of your little sister fooling around with these guys, anger at the boys for seemingly manipulating her, and panic over how long even outside this cursed world this could have been going on. You've always felt obligated to protect your little siblings, the youngest ones most, and to see and hear all this makes you feel like you've failed. And now, as a helpless little wad of snot, there's nothing you can do to stop it.
"I think we'll get them a little later though... Right now, why don't just you and me play together...?" You see the pair of legs begin to scoot closer, and no amount of your attempts to tell him to fuck off are stopping him. You can hear them kissing up above, little moans and slurps escaping their tightly locked lips. June again scrunches you up unknowingly, rubbing her feet together and curling her toes in pleasure and excitement. But it brings you no closer to freedom.
"You've gotten to be a really good kisser," Zachary comments. "Have you been practicing?"
"With my brother a little bit, yeah..." June replies. "He likes it a lot..."
"I'll bet he does. Your tongue tastes really good." They resume their makeout session, and you now feel yourself being swung upward as the teen lays your sister out on the couch and climbs on top of her. You get a face full of fabric as the moaning and kissing continues. You feel like you're in one of those dreams where the person you want to help is always just out of reach, and yet right there in front of you.
Suddenly you're lifted up again, and this time held in the air for a bit. From your position, you can finally see this Zachary kid. He's tall and skinny, with brown eyes and medium length brown hair brushed to the side in that pseudo Bieber cut that's so popular at that age. You notice he already has his shirt off, revealing his flat, hairless torso, and his shorts are unbuttoned, revealing blue boxer-briefs with a significant bulge in them. The pink fabric that blocks your view momentarily you recognize as June's shorts being pulled off by him.
"Holy shit, that is some sexy underwear," Zachary gasps, a bit taken a back by the tiny pink piece of fabric that's barely doing anything but flossing her puffy pussy lips. "Your mom bought those for you?"
"Yeah, Mommy says it's important for girls to have nice panties," says June.
"I gotta meet your mom sometime. These are really nice. Boys' underwear must be so boring for you." He notes his plain blue underwear.
"That's okay, I like what's in your underwear a lot more," June giggles, prodding his bulge with a toe you're glued to. You can smell a powerful musk through the fabric, and feel it throb against you.
"Mmm, do that again," Zachary groans as June rubs against his crotch again, this time using her whole foot. You hate the feeling of being rubbed against a teenager's dick. "That's something we haven't tried yet. Why don't you try giving me a footjob?"
"How do I do that?" June asks, retracting her leg. You have a full view of her little friend again, and watch as he pulls down his pants and underwear completely. What the hell is with the boys in this world? From the confines of his underwear springs a monstrous 11" cock. It still looks young and smooth with few veins in sight, only a light layer of peach fuzz on his egg sized balls.
"It's just like a handjob," he explains, "but you use your feet like you just did." He guides her small, dainty feet to his rod, and you cringe at the feeling of his sweaty, burning hot rod against you as she touches it. It smells as manly and musky as your dad's, and tastes twice as much. "See, there you go. Mmm, that feels really fucking good." June rubs her little feet all over the massive shaft, the heat and friction beginning to finally melt you off her sole. Unfortunately, you don't like your new destination any better. In no time you're completely freed from her foot, but have now been mixed together with the precum gushing from Zachary's tip, effectively turning you into nothing more than lube on his dick.
"Fuck, fuck, slow down, I don't wanna cum just yet," he half moans, half laughs. What activity is next?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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