'TEN' Cathy declares, to your horror. 'TIMES UP LITTLE TOM, NOW AUNTY ANN GETS TO FEEL YOU SQUIRM UNDER HER FOOT.'
'GREAT!' Ann pipps happily. 'I BET YOU'LL FEEL GREAT UNDER THERE. SUCKS TO BE YOU LITTLE BOY.'
'No!' You yell, struggling frantically. 'Please, I nearly have it.' They cannot hear you but watch you push at the pebble. To your relief it rolls free, dislodged from the insole. 'See!' You shout, breathless. 'I did it.'
'HMMM.' Ann says and lowers a giant finger, bigger than you, down and presses it into the pebble, sticking it to the pad of her huge finger. She brings it to her face, inspecting it, before flicking it away. 'WELL HE GOT THE PEBBLE OUT, EVENTUALLY, BUT IT WAS AFTER THE COUNT OF TEN.'
Cathy shrugs. 'TOUGH LUCK.' She says, nonchalantly. 'HE HAD THE COUNT OF TEN AND ONLY TO THE COUNT OF TEN. HE STILL GOES UNDER YOUR FOOT.'
'Noooo!' You yell, terrified. 'Please dont!' You then see Ann's giant sole swing into sight, hanging above you menacingly. You see her thick toes wiggle and the vastness of her wrinkles, slightly dirty sole. It makes you feel so low you cannot comprehend it.
'I'M SURE YOU'RE GOING TO FEEL GOOD UNDER THERE TOMMY.' She tells you, before withdrawing her foot. She then leans forward. 'LIE FLAT ON YOUR BACK, NOW!' She demands. You are unable to move, gripped by fear.
'DO AS SHE SAYS TOMMY.' Cathy says sternly, motivating you into action. You drop to your back on the slightly warm material. The smell of Ann's foot lingers all around you. 'SPREAD EAGLE.' Cathy says, and you do. 'NOW, IF YOU TRY TO RUN, SO HELP ME, YOU WILL SPEND THE REST OF THE WEEK AS MY TOE LINT!' Your step mother has never talked to you that way before, it is scary, yet a touch exciting.
'HA, IN THAT CASE I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM RUN.' Claire teases and the girls laugh.
'HE'S ALL YOURS ANN.' Cathy says.
'THANK YOU DEAR.' She says to her sister. You look down the length of the huge sandal and see her rest her meaty toes on the heel. Chuckling to herself she slowly slide the enourmous foot closer and closer to you. 'HOW DOES IT FEEL LITTLE TOM? KNOWING MY BIG, BAD FOOT IS COMING TO GET YOU?'
In truth, you aren't sure how to answer that. For the most part you are mortified and frightened, but a part of you feels alive and excited. The toes wiggle closer and closer, eventually reaching your ankles. They drop down and you feel the warm, rubby weight press down on your ankels. The then slowly wiggle up your legs, kneading towards you groin with impressive weight. With a giggle she drops the pad of her second toe onto your groin and presses down a little, holding you captive - you cannot help but draw in an involuntry breath. You feel something happen, something you're not sure you want to, almost as if your body is betraying you as your member begins to come to life. The toes bigin their advance once again, wiggling and pressing into your tiny body. You feel the heat eminate from them on your stomach, then your chest, and you are breathing hard as the reach your face. She hovers her big toe over your face for a moment, letting you savour every detail, every line in the pad of the toes, smell its musty scent. Then it drops, rubbing into your face, dwarfing it, smothering it. She begins to bat your head around with her big toes, playing with it like a pebble, before the toes advance and you are looking up at the crevice area beneath them. The smell is stronger here, more of a sharp scent. You feel her sole on your feet, the weight more servere from this part of her giant foot. It slides up the length of you, feeling like it is squishing you as it does, pressing down on you and rendering you helpless and immobile. The smell is mustier here, but the weight is frightening. You feel your member jammed at an akward angle, throbbing with life. You have no idea what to make of what is going on. Soon her foot is fully in her sandal, and you are pressed beneath tons of smelly foot flesh.
'OHH, YOU FEEL REALLY GOOD DOWN THERE HONEY.' Ann laughs. 'I DON'T KNOW WHY WE HAVEN'T DONE THIS WITH YOU SOONER.' You feel the pressure increase as she twisters her foot, smushing you a little under her sole, exciting and scaring you.
'ABOUT TIME HE FOUND OUT WHAT IT WAS LIKE.' Claire said, laughing. 'CAN I HAVE HIM UNDER MY FOOT SOMETIME MOM?' She asked.
You lie in your smelly prison, awaiting the answer.
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