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You are in world were all men are born to be toys for girls.
This choice: Put you in her ballet Shoe  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Ballet Flats and Stinky Feet

    by: MrLockerby Author IconMail Icon
If you find this story randomly out of any reason, and if you have a foot thing, then this story, and my additions, will do you justice. Check my additions anywhere while you're at it. They involve feet! You're welcome in advance. Alright, sit back and enjoy my addition.

Once Angie was done using you as a way to clean her nose, which was quite disgusting rather, she took you out of her nose and looked at you as the way she grabbed you resembled that of one holding a pencil or feather. She said to you in her cute, lispish voice,
"You are not so good of a nose cleanah. Hmph! What could I do with a little, tiny toy like you?" *She panned around her room while saying such a quote*
"Oh! I will just puth you in my worn ballet flats! They mus be very, very stinky after a long time with my wittle feetsies being in them! I think I might still have my sockings in there too, so more stinkiness! If I don'ts, then I'll put them in withs you! Come on'uh, let's go little toy!"

You did remember that she was wearing her ballet flats when you were cusped within her youthful hands. Her ballet flats were a small, dainty, flat (get it) type of shoe with glitter on them and streaks like some sort of rainbow, or a galaxy sky. They almost resembled Sketchers shoes from how "unformal" they looked. A worn, gray color tinted the outskirts of the shoe, as to resemble that she used them often for ballet class, or even in general.. She took no time in walking over to where her ballet flats were, within seconds, you were there, and you were in a frenzy where if you were to be extremely aroused by being within something 1,000,000 times more pungent than at your normal stature, or scared as to what she could do to you, at your small, dollish height.

As you were lowered down to her flats, she said to you happily, "Enjoy my stinky flats!!" And she made you roll down from the hand position that she made which resembled one giving someone something of interest. You rolled down the flats, and you took note of what *everything* was about you. It was a dark canvas, with the only thing you smelt was a mass field of salty, cheesy sweat from her toes, a Fritos mix from where her foot (sole) would lay, and the remaining smell of her flats that of when they were new, at the heel. The dirt on the gray, heavily worn sole pad, resembled the profusive sweat from all over her foot. And as you looked up, you saw the adorable Hispanic/Puerto Rican mix little girl glaring down at her little toy being within her flats.

You were feeling your hormones kicking in again. Those hormones never did you justice as a growing boy/man. You started to become a little "horny", let's put it that way, and started to enjoy the scent of her flats. You laid down in a blotch of where her foot would lay, and just smelt it as if you were actually smelling her foot. It was so ripe, so cheesy, so well worn, it was like a dream being in this of mind. You had a vivid imagination that you were smelling her cutely brown tinted feet, and just buried your face within them. This, of course, made you become even hornier. You started to rub your private member on the sole of where her foot would lay as you inhaled the remarks of her flats.

You ran back up to the front of where her foot would lay as you heard Angie calling you. She said,
"Oh hello there little toy! I sure hope you are enjoying my lovely, stinky flats!"
You whispered under your breath,
"I do.. if only this could get any better.. snap out of it Joe, this isn't right. You need to think.. only of Angie's flats and feet.. gah, stop it!" She added,
"That's why I wanted you to come closer to my flats, and give you something?"
You got closer to the entrance of her flats, as your heart rate increased, hormones rised beyond levels with horniness, moving without even knowing you were walking, what exactly happens that leads up to this?

You decide!
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