You feel a tingle run through your body but are unsure what happened. Reaching in for you again, he grasps you in his thick fingers. As he applies a little more pressure he notices your body giving way. He lessens his grip and watches as your legs and torso slowly reform. This time you felt pressure but no pain.
He smiles and carries you over to the sofa.
You begin to plead with him. "Please, Mr. Lachey, please let me go."
"Let you go?" he questions. "Now why would I do that? That would be like saying I didn't like my gift and I do. I think I'm gonna like you a lot!"
Nick sits on the sofa bad pries one shoe off with the other until both clunk to the floor.
"Ahhhhh" he says "That's better. Much more comfortable" He then sniffs the air. "Sorry about the smell, man. My feet really reek no matter what shoes I wear. Jessica used to complain all the time about them. But since I got rid of her I can let them get as smelly as I want. Hell, sometimes I don't even bathe for days." he laughed.
"Gross" you think to yourself.
He holds you up to his face and says, "In fact, ya know what? Why don't you give these ol' size 10 dogs a nice massage for me while I have a beer or two"
He pulls over a footrest and plants his feet down on them. Before sitting back he sets you between them. They are a few inches taller then you are. He leans back and takes a drink of his beer and smiles.
"Get to work, runt" he orders.
Afraid of what he might do if you don't, you begin rubbing his putrid feet.
He sees his camera on the end table and grabs it. Be begins snapping pics of you rubbing his feet.
He downs two beers while you finish rubbing his soles. When done he moves his soles closer together trapping you between them. As he slowly presses then together you disappear from site. He laughs feeing you wiggle between them and wondering what your must be experience down there.
Nick is getting a buzz form the beer and he has not eaten anything all day.
You are totally humiliated.
He spreads his socked feet apart and looks at you trying to decide what to do with you next.
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