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You're shrunk at a daycare center! Look out!

This choice: you refuse to start licking  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Peace was Never an Option

    by: MrLockerby Author IconMail Icon
You still are in disbelief that you are in the hands of this little girl and her desire for you to be her foot doll. You could not get rid of the honey-mustard smell that came from her shoe/ foot out of your nose. It was that pungent that it remained in your nostrils for that long. You were peeled off of her moist, soft, creamy foot and were placed on the floor of her room. You were delusional as you were placed on the ground, unable to keep your balance and fell on the floor yet again. You heard that familiar, cute yet dreading voice of the little girl. She was babbling at ways she could torture you using her feet. Putting this into a better perspective, she put her wide, meaty, foot up to your body (essentially face) and kept them there.

From this perspective, you had a better view of her feet.The height of her two feet were like towers to you. You looked up from where you were, which was her heel, and saw the intricacy of her foot. Her toes were like little, tiny heads with an orangey/white glow to them, with the circle rings of flesh and a shine of sweat on them. Her sole was a creamy white with drips of sweat and various areas where the dirt on them marked that she was always ready for a good bath. Because of the various smells you smelt, it was like a mixture of her bathing conditioner, watermelon of some sort, her clothes, cotton scented, and her feet which smelt like a creamy butter at most points. She then spoke to you again as you were in awe and note of gazing at her foot. She said, "You seem tuh be rilly happy lookin at my feet! Sinse you are my pursinal dolly, I want you to lick one of them!" She placed her left foot in front of you and overlooked you with an impatient look. You obviously did want to do this, it looked terrible on you. You licking a little girls foot? It would be embarrassing if someone found out. You wouldn't wanna be known as the "Guy Who Licked a Little Girls Foot", it just wouldn't fit well on you. You thinking such thoughts, you backed away and said, "No way am I doing that."

She gave you a look as if she had a higher level of power over you. She snapped back and said, "Yes you will! You are my toy and you will do as I say!" She ended with a rising level of upsettingness. You didn't want to upset the little girl, nor did you want to do this action in any way (or did you?). So, you just decided to get it over with.

You hugged her soft foot and got a feel of what you were going to be dealing with. You let out your tongue, and gave her middle sole a big lick. It tasted quite horribly, like smelling (tasting) hot dog water after you cook them.You knew the little girl felt it because she giggled and flinched back. You thought only a lick of her foot would have been enough, but unfortunately, it was not. She said to you, "Thas all you gonna do? I love havin you at my big, sting-key, sweaty feet! I wan you to keep ligging them!" You didn't want to upset her in fear of her killing you at the spot, so you continued with your "job". You felt as if you kept licking glass everytime your tongue touched her sole and picked up her lint and dirt. It just did not click to you as to why she desperately wanted you to be powerless under her feet. After a while, it was almost "normal" to you to do this. Sure it had its pros and cons, but it almost seemed as if you secretly enjoyed it. It seemed to had been forever, but it was finally finished, for the most part. You gave out a big sigh and rubbed along her foot and laid under them in tiredness/little excitement of doing it for so long.

You heard as you looked up at her towering, scrunching toes, "Good job dolly! I think you did a more good job! For yous reward, I think I will give you somethin for your hard wuk!"
You had several different thoughts running in your head as to what it could have been, but it remains up to you what you want or think will happen!

What's it gonna be?
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