The powerful feet of the young girl was so close to Carl's face. They were wide, meaty, dirty, dusty, bulky, and yet they belonged to a girl ... a girl who's younger than himself which was unbelievable but arousing at the same time! From head to toes (literally) this girl was a tomboy, even her personality.
"You mentioned foot wiping earlier don't tell me ..."
"At least your mind seems better than your fighting skills ... yes you guessed it: I'll make you rub them for me haha!" replied the mutant girl with a grin on her face.
Carl didn't protest for two reasons: first of all, he didn't want her to beat him again and more important ... he kinda wanted to do that. The young hero couldn't explain it but he felt attracted by this powerful dirty pair of feet. When he finally touched them with his hands he discovered new qualities about them: her soles and toes are warm which is really enjoyable to touch, the dirty part of her feet feel weirdly nice to touch and latest surprise, he really liked to touch the rough underskin of her feet! She seemed to appreciate Carl's foot rub and if he was perfectly honest, Carl felt the same too!
"It feels really good! What's your name again?"
"Carl ..."
"Dylan! That's a pretty weird way to know each other right?" she said while giggling nervously
* Dylan? Even her name is quite boyish * smiled Carl. Dylan noticed Carl's smile and asked him
"Why are you smiling? Is it because I have a boyish name?"
"N ... no no ..."
"Or perhaps because you have a weird fetish and you love the situation!"
Carl had a kind of adrenaline boost and felt like he could trust her: she seemed so frank, Carl felt he could really talk to her, he felt she wouldn't lie to him and he felt shed was not as bad as he thought so he gave her an honest reply
"In fact ... if I had to be perfectly honest with you Dylan ... it's because of both your boyish name and ... your feet"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Dylan started to laugh out loud which strangely didn't disturb Carl's foot rub! After twenty seconds of continuous laughter, Dylan had some tears on her cheeks.
"You sure have some balls for a rookie hero! Looks like my entire being is boyish, even my name, my look, my attitude, my power ... and even those feet you seem to appreciate! No one ever told something good about those "big boys"
"... I hope I didn't sound too weird"
"Nah worry not, I think the fact you like my boyish-looking feet is kinda cute, to be honest!" Dylan took a few seconds to think, thinking of her whole conversation with Carl "I like that not only because I think foot fetish is cute but also because ... well ... the fact you like my boyish feet is a sign that you accept my nature ..."
"Were you rejected by others for you to say it like that?" wondered Carl
"Kinda yeah, even when my powers were not activated, when I was in kindergarten other kids were mocking me because of how I looked and acted, and at age 6 when I had that super-strength everyone around me started to freak out and they Left me alone. From what I heard my mother and my father both had a recessive mutant gene which is how I got my powers. I randomly wandered in the street for several years though I kinda like my life in a way: I'm free!"
"How did you survive all those years!"
"Well, I joined an underground fighting league! It's sponsored by a bunch of rich kids/teens: they invite kids/teens with powers to do battles"
"It's horrible!"
"Nah not really! I like to fight so I appreciated it! and besides, they're not bloody or anything! Keep in mind both fighters and sponsors are young! The system worked like that: you win, you get 1 buck, you win again you win 2 bucks, you win again you'll get 4 bucks, etc ... You lose once you'll gain half of what you'd have gained. At the end of the fight, they asked you to "defeet" ... if you know what I mean ... your opponent! I can tell you're not the first one to get under that size 16 feet of mine heh!"
"size 16? Wow! ... I mean can you tell me more about that fighting league?"
"Sure! well, you can go whenever you want and nobody is kept, prisoner! You have several categories of things to do, but almost all of them were fetish related ... feet especially:
1) Super Brawl: normal battles against either a kid with superpowers, a teen with superpowers, a weird/big monster, etc ... The winner must defeet and humiliate the loser
2) Super tag: it's just like the super brawl except it's either 2 vs 2 or 1 vs 2
3) Super defeet: it gives a lot of money but you lose and humiliates yourself on purpose and you play with your opponent's feet
4) Super maze: you alone or with a team of your choice try to go through a maze with guardians (superpowers kids/teens or monsters selected by sponsors), traps, etc ... that are destined to humiliate you and make you go through fetish situations!
5) Super sexual maze: same but it does fetish and sexual stuff! Nobody under 13 yo can participate oh and worry not, all contestants give their full consent not only for that but for all other categories
6) Super humiliate a rich kid"
* "super humiliate a rich kid? That sure is a weird name * thought Carl
"in that 6th kind of battle a rich kid loses on purpose and is humiliated by you and your feet! Anyway yeah that's pretty much as things go"
"You sure nobody is forced because that'd be illegal otherwise!"
"Yeah, I'm sure of it! And all contestants are 17 or younger!"
Carl was trying to analyze all that Dylan told him. He was sure she wasn't guilty of any crime, she seemed honest for someone who caused a mess and seemed more like a victim of normal persons' prejudices. While still massaging her dirty feet he asked her one thing to be sure of it:
"One question though: why did the farmer's market was deserted?"
"that's simple: the farmer's daughter was driving a car but she obviously drank too much hooch anyway she didn't see me and the card was almost destroyed when it touched me. People thought I did that or purpose so they freaked out and run away and I stayed here during hours, hours and hours without any famous hero is interested in this "affair", guess you're more noble and motivated than them Carl!"
"Yeah sounds like it ..." said Carl with a depressive voice when suddenly he wanted to know something after he analyzed what she told him "Wait for a second: you were unaffected by a car driving at you? Just how freaking strong are you?"
"hmmmmm .... a lot more than you that's for sure hehe!" Said Dylan to Carl
"Hey!"
"Though at least I didn't one-shot you so you're not completely hopeless!"
"Thank you ... I guess!" replied Carl while still massaging her feet
"I think that's enough with the massage stuff! Thank you, Carl, and I'm glad to know you liked my size 16 feet!"
"The pleasure was mine" replied Carl honestly
"You know I kinda want to hang out with you. I could bring you to the fighting league so you could "gain XP" and beat the hell out of crime easily or I could help you to fight crime or if you want you can still play with my feet. I really like that ... If you want I could get them very filthy for you by walking barefoot in a swamp not far from here"
"one question: did some opponents there defeated you?"
"Yeah, my first one was again a fat 12 years old girl! She was stronger than me in my base form so I had to become "giant" to overpower her. Though at that moment she decided to go barefoot and she used some kind of weird foot hypnotism on me and I was completely mind-controlled by her fat feet. She had a huge size of 22 and I kinda ... liked to be humiliated and hypnotized by her big feet, to be honest .... even if I lost. Though if you're curious I won most of the other fights"
Carl started to think about his next decision ...
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