"Lie on your back." Anti-Vanilla ordered.
Chris opened his mouth to ask something.
"Now." Anti-Vanilla added with a frown.
Chris nodded quickly and lay down on the floor on his back. Anti-Vanilla chuckled a bit before standing up and taking a step towards him. She was completely towering over him and looked very majestic in a swimsuit, illuminated by the rays of the sun. Anti-Cream simply kept sitting on the couch, wondering what her mom was planning.
Then, Anti-Vanilla raised her leg. Chris felt a bit worried. As he saw it loom right above his face, the boy realized what she was about to do.
"Um, Anti-Vanilla, I th-"
Chris was interrupted as Anti-Vanilla's foot descended and landed right on his face. She stomped on it hard enough for him to seem some pain, which, fortunately, passed pretty quickly. His eyes widened in shock as Anti-Vanilla's sole was now covering most of his view.
Anti-Vanilla smirked, enjoying the feeling of domination. "Now, pet, I want you to sniff it deeply and tell me how it smells. Be honest with me."
Chris felt unsure about this, but took a long whiff anyway. Surprisingly, Anti-Vanilla's foot smelt even better than Anti-Cream. He could even say it smelt nice. The smell reminded him of a raspberry shower gel that he'd use back at home while taking a bath.
"It smells nice, reminds me of a raspberry." Chris said.
"Just nice?" Anti-Vanilla asked. "That's disappointing."
The boy felt some tension in her voice and hurried to correct himself. "I'm sorry, I mean it smells great and amazing!"
Anti-Vanilla smiled sweetly. "Thanks! Well, if you like it so much... why don't you have more?"
"Huh?"
Anti-Vanilla then moved her other leg and stood on Chris' face with both feet now. Chris felt a pressure of Anti-Vanilla's full weight as she did so. She moved her toes above his eyebrows and giggled, clearly enjoying herself.
"How do they both smell? Come on, pet, deep breath~." Anti-Vanilla cooed.
Chris did as he was told. The smell of shower gel filled his nostrils, it was the only air that was accessible to him at that point. Anti-Cream watched what was happening with interest. In her mind, she started wondering if she should try the same thing with Chris once she gets a chance...
Anti-Vanilla rubbed her feet back and forth on Chris' face a bit, enjoying the boy's uncomfortable look. She bit her tongue before speaking again.
"Now, Chris, I'd like you to give some love to my soles. Give them kisses. And do it until I tell you to stop."
Chris noted to himself that she started calling him by name again. He still felt uncomfortable about his position, but decided not to object and started peppering Anti-Vanilla's soles with kisses. Anti-Cream reacted with a quiet "Wow", watching as Chris was kissing her mom's soles while she stood on his face with both feet. Anti-Vanilla blushed a bit and bit her tongue again.
"Mmmmm, it's so great~! Now kiss my heels~."
Anti-Vanilla was moving each foot to make sure that each part of her sole would get propeply peppered with kisses. She made sure that Chris kissed all of them, starting with her heels and ending with her toes. Chris himself found it odd, but he started to feel that there was something... exciting about kissing Anti-Vanilla's big, clean and good smelling soles.
===
Anti-Chris laughed a bit, feeling as new waves of energy entered his body.
"Heheh, this boy is such a softie. If he wanted to escape from being dominated by a female, he could easily use his fighting skills against her. But it looks like he's either too soft to attack the woman, or he likes being dominated." he thought as he watched Suppression Squad members prepare their cars and motorcycles. "I feel like both things about Chris are correct though. Hahaha!"
Anti-Chris sat on the motorcycle he built for himself and turned to Boomer.
"Alright. The quality of the last materials for portal you brought was lame.I hope that the places you told me about, fatty, are real, that the coordinates are correct and that we will find what I need there. Otherwise, I'll break your legs and force you to walk using only your hands. Got me?"
"Yes, Master." Boomer said. A small echo of anger was in it, but the walrus couldn't do anything due to microchip's control being stronger than his willpower.
"Great. Let's go now, slaves. This trip is gonna be a long one." Anti-Chris stated before starting his motorcycle.
===
Feeling satisfied, Anti-Vanilla stepped off Chris' face and gave him the same sweet smile that Chris saw on Vanilla he knew.
"Thank you, sweetie. I'm satisfied for today. I think you deserve clothes now. They're on Anti-Cream's bed." she said in a sweet tone.
Chris entered Anti-Cream's room and indeed saw some clothes. On the bed were blue socks, gray underwear, and also a purple T-shirt and shorts.
"Purple is not really my style, but it will do." Chris thought, putting on new clothes.
The rest of the day went well. Anti-Vanilla seemed to be satisfied for real, so she returned to her usual nice self. But Chris still felt that it wasn't completely over for him yet.
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