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Father/son themes as usual
feet pic from footboymarc on Flickr
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You spent your entire life dedicating yourself to building this shrink ray and after years, it’s done.

You had one use for it. To get up close and personal with your older father’s feet.

Jim, your father, had spent years working a construction job and just recently retired. He would still go to the gym, go for a swim and work on personal projects at home, but he was nowhere near as rough as he once was. Except his feet were.

Rough and calloused, the skin yellowing in some sports, browning in others. The cracks in his skin and his clean cut, but dark toe nails were massive. You had always been much smaller than your single father. 5’2 to his 6’5, size five shoe to his size 13, so it’s no wonder you idolized him as your giant.

You arrived to your childhood bedroom while he was away, at the gym, most likely, and you pointed the ray directly at yourself, setting it to just an inch in height.

Now or never.

You press the button and stand it front of it. Static pulses through your body as your size is sucked away from you. You fall into your clothes as they pile on the floor and you celebrate the achievement of it working. It actually worked.

Just in time, you hear the front door open, your father whistling to himself as he enters.

“Whew, hot day out. There’s sweat all over me.” He mutters to himself and your heart begins to race. His sweaty, smelly feet, straight from the source.

You exit into the hallway from underneath your bedroom door and you walk. The hallway that was once a couple steps was now meters at your height.

You find your father sitting in the living room, turning on the TV and going to ESPN to watch whatever game was on. His shoes were planted firmly on the ground, sweat permeating off of them.

“Haven’t saw Adam in a while. I should call him.” He says, and your heart skips a beat hearing him acknowledge you, not having any idea you’re at his feet, only inches tall. He stands and goes to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of water. Before he sits, however, he kicks off his mansion sized running shoes and props his socked feet on the table.

You race to his turned over shoe, the foothole is like a cave for you to explore. You climb the material and inhale your father’s masculine scent. It drives you crazy. So you walk to the end of the shoe, near where his toes usually sit, lie back, and begin to stoke your cock, pressing your head to the side and inhaling the indent where his little toe sits. It’s newly the size of you.

“My feet reek. Gonna have to throw these socks away.” This breaks you from your trance just as you’re about to orgasm. You peak out the shoe and see from miles above as he peels off one sock, letting it fall to the floor, then the other. You race from the shoe and to the discarded socks, playing on them like they’re your own personal jungle gym. You continue to jerk off and climax against the wet, yellow and brown material, covering yourself in cum and your father’s foot stench.

You bask in the smell until a rumble shakes your world and you see his massive feet against the hardwood floor.

He steps over you and goes to the kitchen again, returning with a beer this time.

He steps right on top of you and your body is pressed into the hard skin of his heel, he kicks his feet up again and your body falls off onto the table. You stare up at the god before you. Your father.

You plant a kiss against his heel and you begin to scale his calloused foot. Looks like the rock climbing at college paid off.

You stop as you arrive between his slowly flexing toes, and you stare at the massive man that is your father. You inhale his musky scent and continue to jerk off again, holding onto his skin for balance. He crunched his toes and you’re between them, the scent grows stronger and just as you climax-

“What the fuck is that?” His voice booms. Before you can do anything, manly fingers reach down and pinch you between them.

“Adam?”

Description
Father/son themes as usual
feet pic from footboymarc on Flickr
-
You spent your entire life dedicating yourself to building this shrink ray and after years, it’s done.

You had one use for it. To get up close and personal with your older father’s feet.

Jim, your father, had spent years working a construction job and just recently retired. He would still go to the gym, go for a swim and work on personal projects at home, but he was nowhere near as rough as he once was. Except his feet were.

Rough and calloused, the skin yellowing in some sports, browning in others. The cracks in his skin and his clean cut, but dark toe nails were massive. You had always been much smaller than your single father. 5’2 to his 6’5, size five shoe to his size 13, so it’s no wonder you idolized him as your giant.

You arrived to your childhood bedroom while he was away, at the gym, most likely, and you pointed the ray directly at yourself, setting it to just an inch in height.

Now or never.

You press the button and stand it front of it. Static pulses through your body as your size is sucked away from you. You fall into your clothes as they pile on the floor and you celebrate the achievement of it working. It actually worked.

Just in time, you hear the front door open, your father whistling to himself as he enters.

“Whew, hot day out. There’s sweat all over me.” He mutters to himself and your heart begins to race. His sweaty, smelly feet, straight from the source.

You exit into the hallway from underneath your bedroom door and you walk. The hallway that was once a couple steps was now meters at your height.

You find your father sitting in the living room, turning on the TV and going to ESPN to watch whatever game was on. His shoes were planted firmly on the ground, sweat permeating off of them.

“Haven’t saw Adam in a while. I should call him.” He says, and your heart skips a beat hearing him acknowledge you, not having any idea you’re at his feet, only inches tall. He stands and goes to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of water. Before he sits, however, he kicks off his mansion sized running shoes and props his socked feet on the table.

You race to his turned over shoe, the foothole is like a cave for you to explore. You climb the material and inhale your father’s masculine scent. It drives you crazy. So you walk to the end of the shoe, near where his toes usually sit, lie back, and begin to stoke your cock, pressing your head to the side and inhaling the indent where his little toe sits. It’s newly the size of you.

“My feet reek. Gonna have to throw these socks away.” This breaks you from your trance just as you’re about to orgasm. You peak out the shoe and see from miles above as he peels off one sock, letting it fall to the floor, then the other. You race from the shoe and to the discarded socks, playing on them like they’re your own personal jungle gym. You continue to jerk off and climax against the wet, yellow and brown material, covering yourself in cum and your father’s foot stench.

You bask in the smell until a rumble shakes your world and you see his massive feet against the hardwood floor.

He steps over you and goes to the kitchen again, returning with a beer this time.

He steps right on top of you and your body is pressed into the hard skin of his heel, he kicks his feet up again and your body falls off onto the table. You stare up at the god before you. Your father.

You plant a kiss against his heel and you begin to scale his calloused foot. Looks like the rock climbing at college paid off.

You stop as you arrive between his slowly flexing toes, and you stare at the massive man that is your father. You inhale his musky scent and continue to jerk off again, holding onto his skin for balance. He crunched his toes and you’re between them, the scent grows stronger and just as you climax-

“What the fuck is that?” His voice booms. Before you can do anything, manly fingers reach down and pinch you between them.

“Adam?”