Rotom Dex Writes a Foot Fetish Story

In the Pokémon universe, personal computers (PCs) were typically used to handle all things related to Pokémon. From transferring them to receiving physical items, they were a marvellous technology. And yet, there were plenty who used computers for non-Pokémon reasons, such as browsing the local Internet.

Elio was no different. However, separating him from the majority of users was the website he frequented most. It was a writing site where many users posted some inappropriate fictional stories about real people, namely the various gym leaders of trial captions or whichever lead occupation a region had. Despite movements to have the platform taken down, it kept online for over ten years.

The boy’s hands pressed firmly on his groin while he stared at his monitor, taking in letter after letter.

“It’s such a beautiful day,” said Lucas as he walked down the street. “I need to go see what my friend Dawn’s up to.”

Lucas walked to Twinleaf Town, the whole time thinking about his friend Dawn’s feet. He could never touch them, but that made things more exciting for him, to think about what they would feel like in his mouth. On his face, too. Once he was at her door, he knocked. “Good day, Dawn.” He smiled. Dawn looked at him happily. “Hey Lucas do you want to come in?” Lucas said, “Yeah, so, how has everything been?”

He choked on his words when seeing her bare feet. Her toes were painted baby blue, and her soles had a pink blush that reminded him of the softest cotton candy in the whole Sinnoh region. They went to the couch. Dawn talked about how she was worn out from doing research for Professor Rowen and that she wished she could get a foot rub from somebody.

Lucas chuckled. “I can rub your feet.”

“Do you really want to?”

“Yes, I do.”

“O-Oh… Okay. I’m… I’m kind of embarrassed about all this… What if my feet are smelly?”

“I think it’s fine if your feet are smelly, Dawn.” Lucas picked up her feet, feeling his heart jump as he sunk his thumbs into the doughiness that was Dawn’s white foot. He looked at the sole and how cute it was, breathing deeper while trying to knead the foot. The whole time, Dawn gripped the couch, focusing on the fact that she thought she needed a new nail paint job as well as the fact that Lucas was sweating so nervously. “Oh no, I told him my feet were stinky,” she thought.

“You have a very cute feet Dawn.”

“C-Cute?” Dawn gasped. “Y-You t-think m-m-m-my f-feet are…c-cute!?”

“I like your feet. I always thought they were cute.”

“Whoa. I mean, Lucas, you can maybe worship them if think they’re so cute. Come on, we know you want to.”

“You know about my foot fetish?”

“It’s fine. It’s adorable that you think my feet are cute. Play with them, why don’t you?”

“Okay!” Lucas places Dawn’s foot in his mouth, kissing her toes a couple of times before tells her he loves her and wants her to have his—

“WAIT ONE BUZZING MINUTE!”

Elio sprung out his wooden chair, stumbling onto his bed. In front of him was his trusty Rotom Pokédex, or Rotom Dex. It was a gift from Professor Kukui, though as helpful as it was in lifting Elio’s mood, it wasn’t exactly the smartest with problem-solving. The red Pokémon loomed over Elio, showing the boy one of its rarest emotions. Anger.

“Do you think this is good, kiddo!? I was ready to shut down as soon as Lucazzz said his first line.”

Confused and with his erection entirely gone, Elio watched as Rotom Dex went back to the computer.

“No, no, no! He put character lines in the same paragraph!? Where is the build-up to make the story so juicy!? Why would Dawn go from nervouzzz to having the personality of a Tsareena in such little time!?” Rotom looked back, eyes saddened. “Buddy, can I admit something to you? I am now deeply concerned for your health if you saw no problem reading these words.”

Before Elio could utter a peep, Rotom flew in his face. The Pokémon’s screen then changed into a roulette. This made Elio scratch his head, as it wasn’t Roto Loto time for any powerups.

“Friend, using my advanced AI generative abilities, I will write you a tale that surpasses anything these people call good stories. All I need is for you to pick what type of story you want to see.”

It only took one tap for Rotom to zip to the computer, open a document and begin typing away with its chunky arms.

“Here you go! Gave you eight shorts for the price of one!” It pushed Elio back into the chair, fetching a box of tissues in the process. “Now would be a good time to begin the jerking-off process.”

Elio rolled his eyes and began to read.

***

Lillie’s Stuck Feet

Elio and Lillie were two very different people, but they found their paths intertwined once Elio moved to the Alola region. Elio was a bold and fearless lad, always ready to take on new challenges, while Lillie was shy and reserved, preferring to blend into the background. Yet despite these grand differences, they’d become good friends.

One sunny day, Elio came up with a fantastic idea. They’d take a trip to one of the emptier Alola islands that could be brimming with rare Pokémon or even treasure. At first, Lillie was hesitant, but Elio’s excitement was contagious. She finally agreed to join him.

Upon reaching the island, the sight that greeted them was breathtaking. The mysterious aura of the place was enhanced by the crystal clear water, soft sandy beach and lush green forests. Elio whipped out his trusty Rotom Pokédex, eager to see what the island offered them. However, Lillie was content to bask in the warmth of the Sun.

“You have nothing to be scared about, Lillie,” Elio said, grabbing her hand.

“Please try not to venture so deep that we get lost.”

“I shall keep you both safe, Lillie,” Rotom Dex added with a smile.

Lillie shook her head. “How is that supposed to reassure me?”

They set off on their adventure, with Elio leading the way. They encountered many obstacles, such as a bridge barely held up by a skinny rope, but Elio’s fighter spirit and Lillie’s careful thinking helped them overcome each one. They climbed over sharp rocks, swung on vines and even passed through a cavern full of Ledian.

However, they soon entered a denser forest, one where the bright sunlight was blocked by the thick canopy of trees. There was nothing scary at first, other than the occasional Lopunny peeking with its black eyes. It was when Lillie’s legs began to get sore that the atmosphere changed.

“I hate to be the party pooper, but I don’t think I can walk that much longer, Elio…”

“Take off your shoes? Those flats are—”

“Absolutely not!” Lillie let out a little cry, rubbing her legs. “My arches feel so sore…”

Elio sighed. “Okay, Rotom Dex, how do we get back?”

“Back where?”

“To the boat we got to this island with.”

“I promised to keep you guyzzz safe. You didn’t make me promise to keep you from getting lost.” A slow beep noise came from the Pokémon as Elio and Lillie looked at it in horror. “Zoinkzzz! We’re lost! Nobody will find us! Okay, first thing’s first, do not panic, friends!”

Elio observed his surroundings, a maze of trees and vines. “Thanks a bunch, friend.”

Not one to give up easily, Elio suggested they split up to find a way out. Lillie hesitated, begging him to not leave her alone, but he said that they’d meet here in 30 minutes and that Rotom would be in this exact spot. Lillie had but a rucksack and a few basic tools, none well-suited for navigating a jungle.

In addition to her limited supplies, her feet ached the more she walked. Though her long white socks gave for a bit of extra cushioning, it didn’t stop the pain she felt in her arches and now her calves.

After wandering for what felt like an eternity, Lillie finally saw a light at the end of the forest.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She ran toward it, and yet her happiness quickly turned to fear. She stumbled forward, tumbling headfirst into a deep crevasse filled with mud and leaves. Her left arm was pinned on her side, the right arm uselessly dangling into the limited space of her prison. Breathing heavy and panicking, Lillie cried out for help. “No one can hear me… No, no, no, please no… Help!”

The human body wasn’t meant to be upside down, but this was especially true for Lillie. Only twelve minutes had passed, and she already felt lightheaded.

“On second thought, maybe we shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“Elio!” Lillie awoke, fidgeting but unable to budge an inch. “I’m so sorry!”

“How in the world did you even get down there?” As Elio tried to pull her out, he realised it was going to be even harder than he thought. From what he could see, it was Lillie’s thighs that the crevasse held onto.

As Elio watched her legs squirm, he put a finger to his chin. Then, despite the situation, a smile grew on his face.

“Let me try something.” Elio slowly removed Lillie’s dress shoes. Before tossing them to the floor, he hovered the right one to his nose. Its scent caused him to blush greatly, and he removed Lillie’s socks as well. Once her bare feet were in his face, desperate to be freed, he grabbed her legs. Then, without a moment to waste, he leaned down and took a long sniff of her feet.

The lotion dominated the faint natural musk Lillie had, and yet Elio felt his heart pound against his chest. He couldn’t resist slapping her sole with this tongue.

Lillie jumped, thinking it was some kind of bug. But then she felt it again, this time on her heel. And once more, slowly slipping in between her skinny toes.

“Elio, is that you!?” she asked, wriggling uncomfortably.

“Lillie, I might not get this chance again. I have to take advantage,” he exclaimed, his face buried in her milky sole.

Lillie couldn’t believe what she heard. Elio was licking her foot? She let out a yell in disbelief, but it was silenced by Elio’s taste test.

The boy savoured the salty and sweaty feet flavour of Lillie’s soles. And to his delight, it wasn’t half bad. In fact, he found himself getting hungrier and hungrier with each lick. Every time Elio went from Lillie’s heels to her toes, she curled them, fighting the urge to laugh in this dire situation. But in effect, she left him mesmerised with how excellently she could wiggle her toes. So much so that he felt it right to plop them in his mouth.

“Mmm… These taste better than smoothies.”

As horrified as she was by her friend’s actions, Lillie couldn’t help but laugh (and cry) at the absurdity of the situation. She couldn’t believe that Elio was now enjoying licking her sweaty feet.

Now lapping at her ankles, Elio’s compliments continued. “They’re like salty chips…” He’d gotten so enthralled that he ran his tongue along Lillie’s calves and what little of her thighs stuck out. The closer he got to her nether regions, the saltier the flavour became. And likewise, the crankier Lillie became.

“This is terrible, Elio. You are terrible.”

Elio continued to suck on Lillie’s slim toes after he had drenched her legs in his spit. The big one was especially feisty, jousting with his tongue only to go down in one move. With the tongue slurping away at the goodness, Elio let out a little moan. He grabbed Lillie’s slippery legs and stroked them while licking her soles.

“What the…?” Lillie felt tight pressure, then a sudden heat hit her hips. “Elio!?”

Lillie popped out the crevasse like a cork off a bottle. She quickly scrambled for secure ground before staring at the boy who spent the past couple of minutes fondling her. As Elio approached her with his shoes, he licked his lips and made a satisfying “mmm” as he swallowed.

“You’re free.”

While backtracking back to the boat, Elio had a constant craving for the taste of Lillie’s feet. He would ask for a lick here and there, and Lillie couldn’t help but laugh at his strange behaviour. Once aboard, she asked him why he had such a strange obsession with her feet.

Elio shrugged and said, “Just something about their cuteness I can’t resist.”

And with that, they both burst into laughter, reminiscing about the crazy and unexpected moment they shared on this trip together. Elio knew he’d never forget this trip, and the taste of Lillie’s feet would always be a pleasant memory to him.

***

Lana and Her Ticklish Charms

Elio had always been known for his gullible nature. But despite this flaw, he was a kind, handsome, friendly boy, always eager to make new friends. So when Lana, a trial captain, approached him and asked him to go fishing with her, he readily agreed.

When the two of them set out on their fishing trip, it was a bright and sunny day. They took a small boat and rowed to one of the smaller Alola islands. The water in this area was sparkling, and the air was filled with the sounds of nature. Elio couldn’t have asked for a better day to go fishing.

But as they walked to a small lake, Elio barefoot and Lana in sandals, Lana couldn’t help but notice Elio’s long, hairless legs. She had been eyeing them for a while now, and today she couldn’t resist the urge to stroke them a little bit.

Once at their spot, he began to prepare his fishing gear. As Elio busied himself with preparing the bait, Lana crept up behind him and gently traced her fingers along his calves.

“What the!?” Elio jumped, startled by the sudden touch. He turned to see Lana grinning mischievously. “What are you doing, Lana?”

“Admiring your legs,” she replied, still grinning.

Elio blushed, but deep down he was flattered by her bizarre compliment. He went back to fishing, but little did he know that Lana was just getting started. She sat down close to Elio. Every now and then she innocently brushed her hand against his legs. His body betraying his calm exterior, Elio couldn’t help but squirm under her touch.

“Elio, you have really nice feet.”

The boy was caught completely off guard, not expecting Lana to say something like that.

“Thank you.”

As the afternoon wore on, the heat became unbearable, and Elio decided to take a dip in the lake to cool off. He stripped down to his swimming trunks and waded into the water. Lana watched him intently, her blue eyes glittering with deviousness.

The boy enjoyed the chill water when suddenly he heard a splash. Then he felt a sharp tug on his foot. He looked down to find Lana holding onto his ankle, her cheeks puffed.

“Gotcha!” Lana sprung out the water, lifting his legs and beginning to tickle his feet. Elio let out a loud squeal.

“What are you doing!?” he yelled, trying to kick her away. “Ahahahaha!”

Lana snickered. “You looked like a snack, and Lana’s hungry.”

Elio blushed, embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but smile at her playfulness. He had never met anyone as carefree and spontaneous as Lana. She had an infectious energy that just drew people to her.

Yet he didn’t want to seem like a weakling either. With all the might he could muster, he gave Lana a swift kick to the mouth before diving underwater. Elio had plunged so deep that he felt his ears pop.

But Lana had kept hot on his trails, tickling his feet as he swam. Elio’s muffled laughter echoed through the lake as Lana’s hands danced all over his ticklish soles. He had to reach the surface for air, and once he took his first breath, he was back to laughter profusely. Still holding her breath, Lana kept a tight armlock on his feet and used her long nails to scratch them like a wild Meowth.

“Quit it!” Elio yelled, splashing desperately in between laughs. “Lana! Hahahaha!”

She continued her playful game for some time until Elio finally managed to escape her grasp, out of breath and giggling uncontrollably. He tried to swim back to the docks. But it was when a thick finger poked his sole that he realised just how much Lana had him beat in the water.

“Stop, Lana, stop! Ahahaha!” Elio pleaded, his face bright red with laughter and embarrassment.

Rising above the water, Lana kicked things up a notch. She grabbed the boy by his ankles and started to lick the bottoms of his feet. As Elio squealed, she began to moan. And if Elio tried to pull his feet away, Lana was determined to tickle him even harder.

“Don’t make me start using my teeth.”

As the Sun began to set, the two islanders finally called it a day, exhausted and covered in water droplets. They made their way back to the shore, talking and laughing about their silly game in the lake.

“Had no idea you were such a tickle monster,” he said. “I’ll get you back for this.”

Lana just smiled and shrugged, knowing that she had caused Elio to have a good time. As they sailed back home, Elio couldn’t stop thinking about Lana and how much fun they had together. He couldn’t wait to go fishing with her again and see what other adventures she had in store for him.

***

Get it While It’s Hot: Macaroni and Toe Cheese

Elio had always been a bit of a picky eater. He certainly didn’t have the most adventurous palate.

So when trial captain Mallow invited him to her family’s restaurant, he was a little hesitant. Especially since Mallow was known as the town’s eccentric cook. Rumour had it that she added strange ingredients to her dishes, concocting bizarre creations that left people both amazed and disgusted. But she was so excited to show Elio her new and experimental menu item that he couldn’t refuse.

As they walked into the quaint restaurant, Elio couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. The dim lighting and eerie reggae music playing in the background didn’t exactly create a welcoming atmosphere. And as they approached the counter, Elio noticed a stranger odour that he couldn’t quite place.

Mallow’s family greeted them warmly and led them to a table in the back of the restaurant. Elio noticed that they were the only customers there, which only added to the unsettling feeling in his stomach. Mallow eagerly handed Elio a menu and pointed out the new item he was going to try.

Macaroni and…toe cheese? Ew, what the heck?

But the boy didn’t want to offend Mallow, so he forced a smile and agreed to try it. Mallow’s excitement only seemed to grow as she placed the steaming hot plate of macaroni before Elio’s face.

The smell was overwhelming and Elio jumped when Mallow leapt onto the table. She slipped off her sneakers and began to rub her bare feet in the macaroni, wiggling her toes. As she let out a satisfied sigh, the cheddar yanking out the gunk from between her dirty toes, Elio cringed. His appetite vanished completely as he watched the way her toes were grinding away in the cheesy meal.

“Don’t ask me how I came up with this,” Mallow said with a giggle. “But I just have a feeling that some old, stinky toe jam might be a dish enhancer.”

Elio couldn’t imagine actually eating this concoction. But not wanting to leave Mallow disappointed, he stabbed the pasta with his fork.

He took a small bite, hoping to avoid the black and green toe cheese sprinklings.

He was shocked. The macaroni didn’t taste too bad, au contraire. The cheese was perfectly melted, and the shells were cooked to perfection. But as he took another bite, he felt something wet and squishy in his mouth. He spat it out, terrified to see a chunk of Mallow’s toe jam on his plate. And as he observed his dish further, he could see bits of raw shoe gunk swimming through the cheese.

Elio gagged. He couldn’t believe he was actually eating this disgusting dish. But Mallow’s radiant energy was contagious.

“Don’t just sit there. Dig in!” she exclaimed, gesturing towards the plate.

As if this wasn’t bad enough, Elio had to put up with the stench rising from Mallow’s feet. When he looked at her cheese-coated soles, he felt his soul die. From heel to toe, some form of gunk littered them. Some sticky, all stinky.

Elio felt bile rise in his throat as soon as the disgusting food touched his tongue again. He struggled to keep it down, but Mallow watched him expectantly, awaiting his reaction. So he forced himself to swallow another chunk, feeling like the dirt had a chokehold on his tongue.

Mallow cheered and applauded. Elio could feel harder bits of the gunk stuck in his teeth, but Mallow motioned for him to continue.

He took another bite, trying to ignore the vile taste and slimy texture. But as he chewed, he felt something hard in his mouth. He pulled it out, and to his horror, it was a slim piece of Mallow’s toenail. With the girl’s continued staring at him, he forced it back in his mouth and began chewing.

“Hehehe. Y’know, they say athlete’s foot is like the worst thing ever. But if it’s waking up your taste buds like that, Elio, it can’t be all bad. Heh, like a little fungal jungle between my toes.” She placed both of her tan heels onto his plate. “Mmm… And on that note, the toe jam. I have toe jelly so hot and spicy that it’s eaten away at some of my sandals. What’s up with that?”

The shoe dirt had made Elio’s mouth feel dry and gritty, while the cheese oddly tickled his tongue.

Mallow giggled. “First time I exfoliated my feet, too. Tell me, what are those salty little shavings doing for your tongue?”

Elio could only let out a soft whimper. When he finally finished the last bite, Mallow’s grin widened.

“That was yummy, wasn’t it, Elio? Now, one more thing I’d like you to do before you leave, just think of it as a thank-you for the free meal.” She pointed at her feet.

Elio’s eyes widened in horror as he realised what Mallow was asking him to do. He felt sick to his stomach. But Mallow was insistent, and with each passing second, Elio’s fear turned to pure terror. He had no choice but to comply, and soon found himself licking Mallow’s dirty soles. Tears welled up in his eyes as her performed the disgusting act, praying for this nightmare to end.

“You have to keep the secret ingredients, well, a secret. Can you do that?”

Elio nodded, though he wanted so badly to scream to the public how insane Mallow was.

After what felt like an eternity, Elio managed to soak Mallow’s feet in his spit. He looked pale and shaken, but Mallow was beaming with pride and excitement.

As they left the restaurant, Mallow thanked Elio for being such a good sport and promised to make the macaroni and toe cheese a regular item on the menu. Elio forced a weak smile, glad that the ordeal was finally over. But deep down, he knew he would never be able to look at macaroni the same way again.

***

Mina Sketches Something Dirty

Elio was known as the dumbass of his neighbourhood. He was an innocent and curious boy who always fell for people’s pranks and tricks. But he didn’t mind. He loved being around people and making new friends, molesting the pretty Vulpix, everything a little Pokémon trainer would do.

His mother—yes, he only had a mother in town, typical—was often worried of his trusting nature, but Elio saw the good in everyone and believed that everyone deserved a chance.

One sunny day, he was relaxing in the park when he came across an artist named Mina. She was sitting on the bench, surrounded by her art supplies, with a sketchbook in her lap. Elio was immediately drawn to her quirky aura and walked over to say hello.

“Hey there,” Mina said, offering him a joint.

Elio hesitated for a moment before taking it. He had never smoked weed before, but he didn’t want to seem like a punk in front of Mina. As they both took a few puffs, Mina began to tell Elio about her passion for art.

Mina was a self-proclaimed stoner with a shirt that made her look pregnant, yellow hair, and eyes that gave the impression she was bored out her mind. Yet appearances can be deceiving. If she looked tired, it meant she was searching for inspiration in the most unconventional places, and today she hoped to find it in the park. Once she stared at Elio for long enough, a mischievous idea popped into her head.

“Do you know what we artists do?” she asked.

“Um, draw and paint things?” Elio answered, trying to remember his basic English words.

“Perfect! And I’m an artist. But I’m looking for something different to draw today,” Mina explained with a dirty glint in her eyes. “Something that will get a strong reaction out of people.”

Elio was immediately intrigued. “What?”

“Drop those shorts,” she said, rubbing her nose.

Elio’s eyes widened in surprise. But being the gullible goober he was, he didn’t question it and removed his pants. Though his boxers remained on.

He cautiously climbed onto the bench and followed Mina’s instructions, humping and caressing her dry feet. The feeling was bizarre, yet Elio couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment.

He began to feel something stirring inside of him. He became aroused and could feel himself approaching the end. Especially as Mina scrunched her toes, trapping the head of his thingy under five rough digits. That deep warmth had one point of chill in the form of her silver toe ring. Elio let out a little moan when she took his penis in between her toes and let him fuck that tiny space.

“Just keep rubbing your…your freaking prick like that…”

The people around the park couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Some were shocked and questioned if this was legal, while others found it hilarious. Mina couldn’t contain her slow, dead laughter as she took note of Elio’s silly movements and expressions.

As he reached his climax, Elio closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation. Before he knew it, he had filled his boxers with so much boy chowder that Mina’s toes still became milky white.

Mina smiled and congratulated Elio for being such a good sport. She then showed him the sketch she had just completed, with a hilarious drawing of Elio having sex with her crusty feet and biting his lip as he jizzed on her toes.

Mina’s sketch of Elio’s monstrous orgasm became an Internet sensation and was featured in several art galleries. It brought laughter and amusement to people all over the world. And Elio became known as the Foot Sex Dude, much to his embarrassment but also his pride.

***

It’s a MILF-Ass Life

Fuck. Elio was a stubborn boy. He always had a mind of his own and was not afraid to be an alpha, even to his mom. Elio’s mom, on the other hand, was confident and smart. She knew how to get things done and handle her son.

One cloudy afternoon, Elio’s mom walked into his messy bedroom and was appalled by the state it was in. Clothes and toys on his bed, and his desk covered in papers and books. She stomped her big foot and told Elio to clean his room or he would learn his actions had consequences.

Elio, being his stubborn self, scoffed at the idea. He was in the middle of playing his popular Wii U and did not want to be bothered with putting his dirty clothes in a basket.

“Elio,” his mom said with a smile, “if you don’t clean your room, you will lick my feet.”

Elio was taken aback by the strange punishment. But he shrugged and went back to playing his awesome games. Little did the sucker know his mom had bigger balls than him.

She grabbed his hand and threw him into the living room. Elio’s heart sank as he saw his mom sit on the couch, removing her tattered flip-flops and revealing her dusty soles.

Elio was horrified. He could smell the stench of his mom's dirty feet, and he wanted to scream and run away. But he couldn't. His mom held him tightly, and there was no escaping her grasp. She laughed as Elio reluctantly licked her feet, tears streaming down his face. He shivered, feeling the sick coldness and griminess of his mom’s soles while his tongue scrubbed them.

Unexpectedly, Elio’s mom began laughing controllably. Elio opened his eyes in confusion, only to find his mom holding her cell phone and recording him licking her dirty feet.

The whole situation was a barrel of laughs. Elio’s mom teased him that he must’ve been enjoying it. But Elio felt grossed out by how vile his mom’s feet were. He realised that this was more than just a punishment for not cleaning his room, it was a lesson for him to learn to take responsibility for his actions.

Elio reluctantly sucked his mom’s big toe and started licking off the dirt and grime. He felt humiliated and disgusted, but his mother treated still it like a comedic situation, laughing and cracking jokes while he struggled to keep his composure.

But just when Elio thought it couldn't get any worse, something strange happened. As he licked his mom's feet, he could feel a strange energy coursing through his body. It was almost like a spell, and he couldn't stop himself from licking more and more. He felt an urge to please his mom, to make her happy, no matter what the cost.

His mom noticed the strange change in her son's behaviour and couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and pride. She had finally found a way to control her stubborn son. And so, she sat there for hours, making Elio lick and clean her feet, until they were almost spotless.

From that day on, Elio's mom would often use her feet to manipulate and control her son. And Elio, who once used to be a rebellious and strong-willed kid, became a puppet in his mom's hands, forced to do her bidding. It was a terrifying and thrilling experience, one that he could never fully escape.

***

Lemon Cake and Soles

Elio couldn’t believe when he received an invitation to the Æther Foundation. He eagerly accepted and soon found himself walking into Lusamine’s state-of-the-art building. The white atmosphere was buzzing with the sound of nature and Pokémon.

Lusamine greeted the boy with a stern expression, her piercing gaze immediately making him feel like he was attending school.

“Welcome, Elio. I have heard a lot about you. I see great potential in you, and I want to offer you a chance to become a member of our team. The son I never had,” she said in a no-nonsense tone.

“I would love to, ma’am.”

“But before that, you need to undergo a series of loyalty tests.”

Elio was taken aback. He had expected an interview or a demonstration of his skills, but loyalty tests? He couldn't help but feel a little nervous at what those might entail.

A few moments later, Elio's nervousness turned into pure shock when Lusamine announced that the first loyalty test involved him kissing her sweaty butt. Elio's jaw dropped, and he could feel his face turning red with embarrassment. He had no idea how to respond to such a request.

Lusamine stood there, unfazed by Elio's reaction.

“If you’re not willing to do something as simple as this, perhaps you’re about as pathetic as that excuse for a girl, Lillie,” she said, her voice dripping with disappointment.

Elio's heart sank at her words. He didn't want to be seen as someone who wasn't dedicated to science. He took a deep breath and walked over to Lusamine, who had turned around, presenting her backside to him. He hesitantly kissed her sweaty butt, feeling both disgusted and embarrassed.

To Elio's surprise, Lusamine let out a small moan.

As the kissing continued, Elio's loyalty to Lusamine grew stronger. He couldn't imagine betraying her after going through everything she had put him through.

Her sweaty skin felt hot against his cool lips, and he could taste the saltiness of her sweat. He smooched her lovingly, not wanting the moment to end. But then, Lusamine surprised him even more by asking him to thrust his tongue into her rear.

Elio was hesitant at first, but Lusamine's jokes and encouragement pushed him to try it. And once he did, he felt a rush of pleasure like he had never experienced before. He was explored her with his tongue, feeling her moan and writhe under his touch. It was sweet with a sour twinge, like a lemon.

“Now, my feet? Can you lick them?”

Elio's eyes widened in shock. Lick her feet? That was definitely something he had never done before. But he didn't want to disappoint Lusamine, so he gulped nervously and got down on his knees, obeying her orders.

As soon as Elio's tongue touched Lusamine's feet, he was hit with a wave of sensations that he had never felt before. Her feet were gigantic, with very curvy arches and soft skin. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat, and the smoothness of her skin was intoxicating. His senses were heightened to a level he couldn't have imagined, and he began licking her feet with an unprecedented passion.

From that day on, Elio became Lusamine's assistant, and although he had to endure the occasional task of licking her jiggly booty and feet, he didn't mind it. In fact, he started to enjoy it in a strange way. The strict Lusamine had become a friend, and Elio couldn't have been happier.

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You wake up on a random island in Alola, surrounded by crystal clear water and swaying palm trees. The sun is shining down on you, warming your skin as you take in the breathtaking scenery. But as you sit up and take a closer look, you realize that something is not quite right. You are much smaller than you remember.

Panic sets in as you try to make sense of the situation. How did you shrink so much overnight? You try to call out for help, but your voice comes out as nothing but a tiny squeak. Suddenly, you hear a faint giggle coming from the nearby bushes.

You cautiously make your way towards the sound, hoping to find someone who can explain what is happening to you. As you push through the bushes, you come face to face with a young girl. She has scratchy, purple hair and dead eyes that seem to be smiling at you.

“Hi,” she says in a sweet voice, as if she’s known you for millennia. “I’m Acerola. How do you like my magic?”

You are taken aback by her bluntness and kindness. She seems harmless enough, so you cautiously approach her.

Acerola lets out another giggle and explains that she is a witch, who specializes in making potions and spells. She tells you that she was experimenting with a new shrinking spell and accidentally used it on you.

You can't believe what you're hearing. Witches don't exist, right? But then again, you are currently the size of a mouse, so anything is possible.

Acerola offers to turn you back to your normal size, but there's a catch. In order for the spell to work, you will have to do something for her. She wants you to be her servant for a day, carrying out her every request.

Your acceptance soon turns to horror when Acerola lifts her foot and places it right in front of you. Her feet are giantess, stinky and covered in muck and grime. The smell is overpowering.

“When I’m done having some fun, you’ll go back to normal.”

She places you under her flip-flops, crushes you lightly, then begins walking. You smell the stench of sweat and sadness rising from her feet. Her flip-flops are worn and raggedy like your mom’s panties, with bits of cheese stuck between the straps. With every step she takes, you struggle to hold on and not survive.

The journey continues for hours, and as the Sun sets, Acerola approaches a clearing in a forest. She removes her flip-flop, revealing her humongous bare feet covered in layers of filth.

“Lick my feet, okay?”

You have no choice but to obey. You use all your might to remove chunks of dirt from her soles. As you continue to clean, Acerola’s gentle demeanour begins to changer. She becomes more twisted, enjoying your fear and desperation. She taunts and teases you, reminds you of how tiny and helpless you are. You begin to realise that you’re nothing more than a plaything to her, a means for her to satisfy her twisted desires.

The night never ends as you toil to clean her feet. You’re exhausted, tongue blackened. But as the first rays of sunshine appear on the horizon, Acerola finally snaps you back to your normal size.

“You’re very welcome,” she says, waving as she fades into the…

***

Memory Leakage

Elio and his beloved Rotom Dex had been inseparable since the day they first met. They sat on the edge of a ledge together at the sunset.

“Kiddo, I do not understand why humans like to wear clothes. Your body is perfectly functional without them,” Rotom commented, causing Elio to blush.

Rotom did something weird this afternoon. Against all odds, it stretched itself to have a body resembling that of a human. Only flatter with less cake. Elio couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched this transformation.

“Wow, Rotom… You look…”

“Crispy? Handsome? Why, thank you.”

As his eyes trailed down, Elio noticed Rotom’s feet, which were bare and covered in sand.

“Those are some nice feet, Rotom,” Elio said, causing Rotom to blink repeatedly.

“Would you like to see how talented they are, buddy?”

Before Elio could even respond, Rotom had pressed its feet against his face, rubbing them against his cheeks. Elio felt a surge of pleasure as Rotom’s feet grazed his lips, and soon he found himself kissing and licking them hungrily. Like a wild Growlithe who came across a big, juicy steak.

Rotom smiled. The human’s soft kisses and eager tongue against its feet had stirred deep emotions within Rotom that it never knew existed.

Elio continued to suck Rotom’s toes, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Elio released a loud moan as he reached his climax. Rotom let out a satisfied sigh as it watched Elio squirt his mayonnaise all over himself.

“I love you, friend,” Rotom said, leaning forward and capturing Elio’s lips in a passionate kiss, both of them losing themselves in the moment. Rotom didn’t care how slobbery its high-resolution monitor got, as Elio’s embrace was magical.

Some might say their friendship was unconventional, but Elio and Rotom didn’t care. They had found true love in the most unexpected of ways, and that was all that mattered.

***

Elio now sat with his keyboard, monitor, desk, floor and pants completely stained. The boy had leaned back in his chair, panting. Watching from the bed, Rotom Dex was shedding digital tears.

“You finally had a climax to good stories,” it cried. “I am so proud of you, kiddo.”