Me and the giant Kenji

"Me and the giant Kenji".
Author: Burlakov Artemy Sergeevich (hbo)
I was a very ordinary child in childhood. Everything was fine with me. My parents loved me and encouraged me in every way. He grew up and eventually married his wife and continued the family of his family. Now I am an old, elderly person with a family and a great past. But one thing I hid from everyone around. I have a foot fetish for men's legs. I always liked male characters from anime, manga, comics, cartoons, films, video games, etc. Especially those who have bare feet (or sandals). Today I was eighty-five years old. My wife died a long time ago, and my son got married and became a very successful writer. It was already evening. I was about to take my medicine. But suddenly, when I went to bed after taking the medicine, a glow appeared in front of me. A beautiful bright light spilled and blinded me. He was cold and beautiful. Wonderful. When the lights went out everything went dark.
After it got dark, I woke up and was incredibly surprised. I found myself on the floor in a huge room. Everything was huge. Looking around, I realized that this room is a living room. Well or something like that. In the distance sofas were visible, there were various rooms around. This is definitely a living room. I sat down and began to ponder what happened. In the end, I came to the conclusion that this is just a dream. In connection with this assumption, I lay down on the floor, closed my eyes and tried in every possible way to fall asleep. I almost did it, when suddenly I began to hear some sounds.
*boom Boom Boom*
Sounds got louder and louder. I quickly got to my feet and looked around. In the distance, I saw someone and it was not a man. He had only one eye and had no nose. Moving away from the shock, I liked this creature. His brown hair, beige skin, small beard, black kimono and pants, yellow yolk. And only now it dawned on me. This guy is Kenji from the Erma web comics. Without thinking twice, I ran to his meeting for help. Kenji just stopped for a second and went in my direction. "Kenji! Kenji! I'm here! Down here!" I shouted. He heard me just in time and began to look around in search of the source of my voice. But at the same time, he suddenly began to go right at me. I screamed Kenji in fear: "Kenji! Look down!" But unfortunately I stumbled, about something, and fell. But he did not feel pain. The bare foot landed right in front of me with the powerful * BOOM *. I closed my eyes in fear and prepared for what would happen.
Suddenly, I felt like they were lifting me around the waist. Opening my eyes, I realized that I was between the two fingers of Kenji who is holding me. He brought me closer to his face and screwed up his huge eye. “Nani?” He said in Japanese. I was a little scared. I am very small next to this giant. “Anata wa nandesuka?” He asked. I immediately realized that something had to be said. “Don't hurt me, please,” I shouted quickly (in English). Kenji was very surprised when he heard my words. “Can you talk ?!” he asked. "Yes! I can! Could you put me in the palm of your hand, please?" I asked, because the sides of his fingers were already hurting. Kenji carefully put me in his palm. I tried to keep my balance. “Uh, thanks. It's very nice to see you live Kenji,” I told him. “How do you know my name ?!” he asked me. Kenji's words rang in my ears. “Please speak quietly. I know a little about you, but I definitely know your name,” I told him. "Have you been spaying me ?! Are you an enemy of the Yureimoto family?! Are you a SPY?! ANSWER ME!" Said Kenji, raising his voice. I was scared. “No, no, no. I'm not a spy. No!” I answered in fear. "Then how do you know me," Kenji asked. "Well... I’m constantly... From another world... Where are you a comic's character..." - I said uncertainly. “What a "comic's"?” He asked me. Then I told him what a comic book is. I also explained to him how my world works, all the subtleties of pop culture, etc. He listened to me and was amazed at my stories about my world. "This is all of course interesting, but my household responsibilities await me," Kenji interrupted me unexpectedly. "Well... Then let's make them together," I suddenly answered. "It is unlikely that you will be able to help me, with your size," Kenji jokingly told me. “Then I will just look at how you do your duties,” I replied calmly to his comment. “Good,” Kenji answered, leaving the kitchen to wash the dishes, along with me.
Two hours later, Kenji finished all his affairs. He already walked with me into the “living room” to the sofas. Going to the sofas, Kenji immediately sat down on one of them and laid me down on the table (which stood next to the sofa). “That's all!” Kenji said in relief, falling directly onto the sofa. “I'm happy for you,” I answered him. “Damn it, my feet are killing me!” Kenji said with annoying sadness. “Do they... hurt?!” I asked. “Yes ...” he answered sadly, “...very much.” I went to the edge of the table and looked at his bare feet. O-o-o-oh! These are bare feet. These bare toes. These toenails. These soles. These sweaty bare soles. At that moment, I blushed slightly. Then I remembered about my fetish, I had an idea. “Listen! I can worship your bare feet.” I said. “In what sense is worshiping?” Kenji asked me. "Well..." - I began to list - "...in a glance: lick, smell, massage, etc.". "Oh," Kenji was surprised- "...well then...". Kenji took me in his hand and laid me underneath to his bare feet. My heart began to pound harder and harder. “Please, worship my feet,” he said, stretching out his bare feet under the small table next to the sofa. “You ... Really ... Want... This?” I asked him. "Of course. My feet are sore hurt and I still have nothing to do." Said Kenji with a slight movement of his toes. “Kenji, thank you!” I said happily. “My pleasure. And now forward. They are waiting.” He said, pointing to his bare feet, and shaking his toes again. With trepidation in my heart, I began to approach his bare feet. I already felt this smell. This beautiful stink of bare feet. My heart was already jumping out of my chest when I felt the smell of foot sweat in my nostrils. I have already approached his bare soles. I saw these huge bare soles in front of me. Huge soles flashed before me with four toes on each. They were a little taller than me. I began to approach them. My heart began to beat even harder. “How are you there?” Kenji asked me. “My bare feet don't smell very bad.” “They smell great!” I answered happily in my chest. I went to his soles as close as I could. My heart was beating like mad. I touched his bare sole with my hand. “Oh,” Kenji exclaimed. “What happened?” I asked him. "Nothing, you're just the first to touch my bare feet," the giant answered me. “Oh, 'kay,” I replied. I put my other hand to his bare foot, and began to massage his left bare foot. I tried, massaged his huge bare foot. Kenji moaned and sighed in relief at this time. I continued to work on his bare foot, or rather, on his sole. I worked a lot and hard. I crumpled every millimeter of his bare foot. I massaged every toe of his. Crumpled all that is possible. I liked it very much. He loved those bare feet so much. Oh! How I liked it. "When you're done, don't forget about my second leg. Massage her, please, too," Kenji told me from above. "Got it," I said, ending up massaging his firm, stiff, sweaty heel. When I finished with his left bare foot, I did not stop for long and stood in front of his bare feet. “You haven't forgotten anything, huh?” Kenji asked me. “No,” I replied: “I just got up to rest.” “Okay, take a moment,” said Kenji. I immediately sat across from his bare feet. They looked beautiful. When I lay on my back and relaxed, I began to enjoy the smell of these two bare feet. A minute later, Kenji said: “Maybe it’s time to get back to work, ah?” “Yes, I’ll do it now,” I answered his team and immediately went to his right bare foot. I went to her and became knead his foot. “Knead well, okay,” he told me. As always, I began to wrinkle every inch of his sole. As always, I tried because of all my strength. I wrinkled and wrinkled, wrinkled and wrinkled, each part of his bare foot. I also noted that his feet are very dirty. When I squeezed them, they sweated a lot. But I didn’t care. He again massaged his smelly toes. Massaged his arch. Kenji stroked his not big at that time a beard, and at the same time moaned in relief. And at that time I was tormented and tried with his arch, began to move smoothly to his heel. His firm, stiff I'm a heel. I worked on it as always, very hard. After long and long minutes of massage, I finally finished massaging his right bare foot. "A-a-a-a-ah! Thanks a lot for the foot massage of the little man. I've never felt so good." Kenji told me, exhaling after the massage with relief. I looked happily at his soles of his bare feet and rejoiced for him.
“How good it was when you massaged my bare feet for me. It was, honestly, wonderful. Just... wonderful and unforgettable.” He told me, it would seem, with great joy in his voice. "Always *hah* glad *hah* help!" I said breathlessly. I did not care about fatigue, at all. I wanted him to be happy. “Maybe after the break you’ll lick my bare feet for me. I really don’t feel like washing them,” Kenji said coquettishly. "With joy!" - I said. After resting a little, I got up and went to his bare feet. The stink of these bare feet was my only air. When I approached his sloping bare soles, I immediately opened my small mouth, and sticking out my tongue I began to lick his left bare foot. The taste was salty, nasty and magical. I began to lick his bare soles with my tongue. My mouth filled with sweat and musk. More precisely, their taste. I licked every millimeter of his bare foot. With great pleasure, I licked his bare foot soles. My mouth was saturated with the salty taste of foot sweat. I immediately fell in love with this taste. This bitterness of foot musk made my heart tremble and my mind enjoy. I enjoyed the taste of sweat and musk on his legs all the time worshiping his bare feet. And I was happy. I am happy when I licked Kenji's bare foot. "Oh, probably what you eat is all the sweat and dirt from my bare feet that has been on them for a week," he said. “Really?” I asked. “Yes. Moreover, my bare feet are also sweating in my sandals,” the giant answered me. “Oh! You wear sandals?” I asked in surprise, continuing to lick his bare feet on his feet. "Yeah, what?" he asked me. “I like men's bare feet in sandals!” I answered him. “Really ?! Well then things get more interesting, haha!” Kenji told me enthusiastically. At that moment I was finishing worshiping his bare soles and went over to his toes. Going to them, I began to eat all the toejam between the toes. It was tastier than mom’s meatloaf! Kenji at that moment slightly moved his toes and his bare feet, and giggled softly. Sometimes he pinched my head between his toes. But it didn't hurt. In the end, I finished work with gaps between his toes and switched to the toes themselves. "You know what..." - Kenji unexpectedly told me - "...all this smells not of bad cooperation, or you can even say friendship." At this time, as long as I started to work on his little toe on his foot. “Do you think so?” I asked. “Yes!” He answered with a smile. By that time I was already on the middle toe. At that moment, I was happy that I was at the feet of one of my favorite characters.
After a very long period of time, I still licked both of his bare feet. Kenji praised me for my work and at that moment I began to glow. He was a little shocked, but still kept his composure. I eventually flew to his mouth. When I flew into his mouth, I began to fly right down his throat. Kenji had no choice but to swallow me. I quickly went down the esophagus, and ended up in his stomach where, under the beating of my heart, my soul moved into his body. More specifically, bare feet. Kenji felt like my limitless power, soul and so on, is infused and distributed between his bare feet. Feeling how I began to unite with his bare feet, he began to feel stronger and more cheerful. I knew that as I merged with him, I began to feel the same as he. "Well, now you are mine," said Kenji, putting his bare feet on a small table. His toes moved by themselves. All my feelings, thoughts, body muscle movements, everything was expressed on his bare feet and toes. And this time, his toes moved because of my happiness that I am his bare feet. “Well, it seems the matter is approaching in the evening. It's time to meet mistress and master Kentaro. I hope you are ready for work?” Kenji asked. His toes became spread wide, from my happiness. In the end, he removed his feet from the table, got up from the couch and went to the elevator. Before that, putting his favorite pair of sandals. When he stood walking down the elevator I could feel his bare feet sweating, how he moved his toes waiting for the elevator to arrive on the lower floor. With all these sensations, I felt incredible joy. I was glad to be his bare feet. And he was never happier than now. The toes stirred again. Soon, the elevator drove up to the lower floor. Kenji went out and went on. And I was his feet in sandals. I was happy. It was a haven.
The end.