This choice: You make it to Jisoo’s feet while she’s gaming. • Go Back... Crumpled layers of a disheveled blanket composed the vast fabric desert around you. On your pilgrimage you slipped and stumbled on grottos of hair and lint, constantly at risk of collapsing under the weight of your own desperation and desire. You lurched forward instinctively like a zombie, eyes fixated on the entrancing sight of your goddess. Even though you could only gaze upon what her chair left unobscured, the tantalizing sight of two bare feet drew you in like a moth to a flame.
The scattered bed dressings created a long slide that swiftly guided you to the floor in a gentle silken caress. Tumbling onto the carpet, you began to fight your way through carpet strands that tickled up to your knees like bulrush in a brook. Hurtling ever closer, the slow progress couldn’t demotivate you when the expansion of a giantess in your field of vision was so tantalizing.
Indeed, by the time you stood beneath the canopy of her computer chair and approached her feet, they had become transcendental beings relative to your diminished stature. What you’d never expected was how truly enormous every part of a woman could be at this size: tracing the soft curve of the valley between her two curled soles, your neck craned up, and up, and up, until you were unable to look any higher and you still could not peer upon her calloused heel. Jisoo’s feet now shadowed over you like a superior being.
Her feet bounced playfully, as if beckoning you. Positioned en pointe, her big toes alone pressed into the carpet. The tanned surface of her sole was a moist canvas etched with expressive wrinkles. These feet alone told you all there was to tell: a symbol of feminine power that eclipsed your autonomy under the shadow of their dominion.
Your heart was sinking to your stomach, the tempo of circulation thudding through your chest and into your skull. A profound feeling of inferiority washed over you, a blend of shame and emasculation that urged you toward submission. Even the smallest shift of her feet created a biomechanical symphony of cracking joints and flexing skin.
Above, Jisoo began to chatter. Unable to decipher her words at your size, her lowly intoned voice was merely wall dressing that further eroticized this fantastical situation. She giggled, her voice sometimes entering an adorable unassuming register and other times she roared with laughter. You imagined how magical it would be for her to notice you, for you to converse with this deity.
A single bead of sweat rolled down the crevice of a foot wrinkle like spring water down a cave wall. Your head spinning with desire, you stepped toward the playful feet and sniffed at the air. Unconsciously responding to your movements, Jisoo pressed the toes of her left foot into the carpet and flexed the arch of her foot. The perspiring plain of flesh bulged toward you, yawning with the stale scent of foot odor.
With the strongest sniff of her feet yet, your stomach sunk anxiously. A tickle built in your groin as your rigid member twitched up and down, springing to life. Your knees shook and sweat ran down your face as the cocktail of foot fumes only doubled, your extreme arousal coaxing moans from your lips that lead into desperate gasps for the intoxicating air around you. In a moment of utter submission, you clasped your hands around your dick as you uncontrollably ejaculated onto yourself.
While Jisoo snickered cutely at a friend over voice chat, you were trembling and whimpering, a stream of semen spurting from your dick as the simple presence and essence of Jisoo’s foot brought you to orgasm. Her giggles felt like an unknowing mockery of your premature climax, yet somehow, your shame couldn’t quash your undeniable ecstasy. As you stepped closer to her left foot, beginning to grasp for her touch, cum still occasionally shot out from your deflating dick in irregular strings.
Now, more than ever, your mental capacity was eroded, vacuous of intellectual cognition or will to do anything more than completely submit to your idol. Every step closer to her toes was a blow to your cranium, erasing higher thought and replacing it with an unerring sense of servitude to this foot. No longer much of a man at all, a strange clarity washed over you as your brain retrofitted itself into the mentality of something more primitive, something simpler.
A single dimple pressed into the edge of Jisoo’s pinky toe called to you like a cradle. When you were close enough to stroke the wet flesh with your hands, the indentation felt like it was made for you. With beady, glassy eyes that made you resembling a crying toddler more than a man, you whimpered and pushed your body against the fold of silky skin in a bear hug.
The slick surface was a crop of saline perspiration, a constant flow of sticky fluid that adhered you against Jisoo’s body. She felt little more than a minute tickle as you attached yourself to her, and dismissed it with a sniff of her nose. She took a sip from her beer and focused on her game, completely unaware and uncaring of you.
For some reason, her ignorance and disregard of your existence felt justified, deserved even. You didn’t need Jisoo to notice you. The tender caress of this toe-crib was the only touch you deserved from an idol so clearly superior to you. Her size and total sexual dominance over you was merely a manifestation of the reality that you were always nothing more than a speck to this wealthy superstar.
And so like the parasitic tick you’d become, you latched your mouth around a fold of skin and began to suckle. Toe sweat washed down your throat like nourishing nectar that warmed your tummy. You cooed and quietly babbled between gasps for air, hungrily drawing as much liquid from the whorl of flesh as you could. Your sweat communed with hers, dripping down your naked body and gluing you to Jisoo’s pinky toe like you were a commensal lifeform content to thrive only under the jurisdiction of this foot. Closing your eyes and awash in a maternal comfort provided by a pinky toe, it almost appeared that you were breastfeeding.
Jisoo’s drunken mind had reduced the tickle on her most irrelevant digit into physical white noise. You were truly nothing more than an imperceivable tick on her pinky toe, completely dominated by such a tiny and pointless part of her body. It would have been pathetic if you didn’t know that, deep down, this was exactly where you belonged.
She cracked open her sixth and final beer of the night. Now in an inebriated haze, Jisoo’s heart raced and more sweat trickled down her forehead. She laughed and joked with her friends and concluded her gaming session. Their idle talk above you was totally lost as you were singularly focused on feeding from her toe, giving every iota of your being to letting Jisoo’s foot take you as its own. You wanted to belong to the toe of your goddess.
So soon after your first orgasm you felt the building sensation again, but this time, you had no desire to stop it. Pressing your aching dick into a sticky crevice, you thrusted only once against her before blowing your load into her wrinkles like gooey ropes of dripping latex. Between your moans and gasps, only a single coherent word slipped past your lips: “Mommy…”
As if this confession alone broke the dam into complete loss of agency and maturity, your thoughts went silent, your brain regressing into a state of complete infancy. For what felt like an eternity, you breastfed from her little toe, only stopping when your stomach ached. Unable to hold back, your dick twitched and ejaculated any time your arousal reached its peak. By the time Jisoo clicked out of her game and slurred our goodbyes to her friends, you were on the brink of passing out.
But the movement of her foot shook you awake, shattering the mist of infancy that had temporarily brainwashed you. “Eh…?,” you vocalized, feeling a sudden rush of motion as Jisoo’s feet rocketed forward, kicking her chair away from her desk as she stood up.
You’d have detached from her if not for the congealing sweat and toe jam that kept you plastered to her. Although you felt comfortable here, you wondered if you should leave her toe for your own safety before she began walking.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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