Chapter #7Yeji’s foot baby by: Juliet   A flurry of ding!s rang from Chaeryeong’s face; the messages brought a perverse grin across her lips as the girls reacted to the video with a mixture of shock and awe. She snorted, turning the screen toward you and cooing: “Look, look, they love you!”
An indeterminate arrangement of pixels flickered on the screen. At your size, that shit looked like nonsense. “Uh,” you stammered, before another notification brought Chaeryeong’s attention back to her phone. It was a bit embarrassing to consider that despite the brilliant technological innovation that brought you here; despite a day ago being an immensely promising genius in the study of theoretical physics; at the feet of Lee Chaeryeong, you weren’t much more than a novelty, or a new toy to fiddle with and laugh at. Her toes drummed on the carpet while her fingernails click-clacked against her keyboard.
A gust of wind winnowed your hair. Chaeryeong’s attention was drawn to the door, the same stupid grin smattered onto her face. Somewhere far behind you, the mundane act of a foot pounding the dry air beneath it produced a cascade of stale foot stink that briefly embraced you. It shocked you to turn around and witness in motion the sole of Hwang Yeji hammering into the floor, five curling toes expressively pressed into carpet, before springing upward and delicately slinking over you. The arch of a creamy sole traced a curve above you as a flesh aurora painting a blur of malodorous feminine stink into the sky. As quickly as the giantess unawarely stepped over you did the foot crash into the ground behind you, another leg shifting like an Ozymandian monolith to your distant left.
On one leg you pivoted, your gaze following Yeji’s legs and resting on the stationary pair. The idol now stood in front of Chaeryeong, balanced on her left foot with the right perched on one toe, exposing a boundless sole that bent into dunes of textured wrinkles. Yeji put a hand on her hip and presented her own phone to her friend, questioning, “Like, what even is this? Who the hell edited that weird little thing into your video?”
She chattered on, eliciting patient but excited nods from Chaeryeong, “And like it looks so real,” blah blah blah, “and freaks love this stuff online,” whatever, after jibberjabbering nonsense to Chaeryeong she was eventually cut off and told to look behind her, like, at the ground. Chaeryeong pointed at you, smiling.
Looking around her shoulder, Yeji’s pupils dilated at the sight of you. “Oh…” she drew her syllables out, “my…” her expressive face stretched into a mixture of confusion and excitement, “God!” Her knees popped as she quickly crouched down, eyes wide with a childlike sense of wonder, and scooped you up into her trembling hands. “What are you!,” she inquired, giggling while rolling you across her palms.
Folds of callous and bouncy skin pounded against your head while she toyed with you. The last smoldering embers of your dignity fizzled and faded away as you resigned yourself to letting the girl play with your body like a small animal in reluctant silence. No signs of protest came from you except for painful grunts. Yeji asked through laughs, “Does it talk?”
“It talks. Yeji, Yeji, put it down! I want you to see something.” Chaeryeong giggled and prodded Yeji’s knee with her foot, making her buckle for a moment. The movement threw you from one hand to the other, another painful crack coming from your nose. A momentary bout of unconsciousness was broken after only seconds by the idol rolling you from her hand back onto the carpet. Chaeryeong patted the bed beside her, inviting Yeji to sit by her. Obliging, the two kicked their feet up at the heel, hovering four soles over you. The first thing you’d see when the vision cleared was a canvas of red-white foot flesh.
Observing all four at once immediately overwhelmed you. This experiment had so quickly manifested into a fulfillment of your ultimate fantasy that it made your head spin. And yet, the lingering sentiment induced by your self-inflicted inferiority clung to you as an emotional plague. Instead of being the great mind you once were, these girls were so readily willing to reduce you to a toe-kissing slave they gave zero regard to the wellbeing of. One foot alone was a physically dominant being to you, four aligned in a row was a wall separating little you from the upper hierarchical matriarchy that the members of ITZY now occupied. You were nothing… you were…
“Hey! Hello? What are you doing just standing there,” Chaeryeong interrupted your thoughts. “Get over here and kiss our feet again.”
A cold needle punctured your inflated head and your pride whimpered and farted out like a whoopee cushion. Barely capable of standing, you clamored toward Yeji’s left foot and threw yourself at it, lapping at dewed manna and using your tongue as a scraping appendage to swallow down her sweat. The still-sleepy girl’s unwashed foot emanated a salty-sweet stench. Between desperate, gasping mouthfuls of silky sole skin, you unstuck moist folds and drove your nose deep into the crevices to huff at them with the eagerness of a partygoer smacking a whip-it. Depriving yourself of oxygen produced a similar head high.
Yeji elbowed Chaeryeong, quietly snickering, “I think it likes my feet more than yours,” a dig that went momentarily ignored as the other idol was in disbelieving wonder at how quickly you’d folded to her command and degraded yourself. If you were willing to so shamelessly prostrate before the foot of a girl you’d only known for literal seconds, what more could she make you do?
“No way, your feet are stinking up the room bitch,” Chaeryeong finally taunted back at Yeji. “Hey, look at me, boy.” Your face was digging into a parted fold of derm that you were suckling caked layers of drying sweat from. Chaeryeong could see clearly that you were deeply invested in humiliating yourself. She domineering commanded, “Dog! Look at me!”
Your head slicked out of the drool-soaked crevice with a pop as you craned your neck to Chaeryeong. You looked absolutely pathetic, your two watery, bloodshot eyes squinting with the expression of a child found with his hand in the cookie jar. She didn’t have time to entertain you, the giantess flatly spoke, “Kiss my feet now.”
Scrambling from your knees, you shuffled to the adjacent sole, Chaeryeong’s left, before Yeji blurted, “No! Stop, keep kissing mine,” you now looked at her. Sharp cat eyes pierced your bout of dysthymia. Her cute lips bent into a smug grin, she seductively whispered, “I know you like them.”
“Ugh!,” Chaeryeong slapped Yeji’s shoulder, pushing her friend playfully before she reiterated to you, “To my feet, now. I found it first!” You were already before her foot, but postured to return to Yeji’s if you were told to. After a moment of no further protest from Yeji, you opened your arms and embraced the heel in front of you and painted streaks of saliva up and down the rough surface like a nasty bitch’s snail trails. Chaeryeong held back a laugh at the ticklish feeling, then contentedly moaned.
As you stretched your drooling mouth to accept another wrinkle into it, Yeji began snapping pictures of your humiliating state on her own phone. “Don’t show anyone else, by the way,” Chaeryeong told her, “There’s no way anyone can know about this.”
“Well, duh,” the girl responded, casually brushing off Chaeryeong’s request. Hitting a big red button and starting to record you, she leaned forward and focused on ITZY’s new toy and dictated, “Back to my feet now!” You turned to look at her beautiful face again, but only saw four fingers clutched around a phone, once more documenting how far you had fallen so quickly. You didn’t have the sense to stand this time; on all fours, you crawled back to Yeji’s foot and pressed your lips into the sole, the camera capturing you in a passionate french kiss with the surface of a foot. Two fingers pinched the phone screen and zoomed in on you, Yeji snapped mid-video pictures of your eyes closed in an expression of erotic bliss as you sucked a bead of sweat down your throat. Her shrill laughter startled you but didn’t repel you from your lip-lock with the foot sweat.
“You’re hogging it bitch,” Chaeryeong complained, “back to my foot now!” You hadn’t noticed that she, too, was recording you again. Now both girls were obscured behind enormous walls of plastic, another layer of separation from the idols you were religiously devoting yourself to.
In the middle of you hobbling back to Chaeryeong, Yeji melodically rang out, “No, back to mine!” She kicked Chaeryeong’s feet away and slammed her own beside you, entrapping you in a valley between the two soles. Chaeryeong locked her leg around Yeji’s and pried the feet apart, inserting her own between them, cocooning you in an organic edifice of three feet arranged as an inverse cross, a fourth pattering behind you as the idol tried to push Yeji away.
“No, no, mine! Mine,” she called out. Both idols laughed between girly shrieks, fighting for the right to use you next. With three feet postured around you like shaking walls of an enormous canyon, you felt an urge to throw yourself into the tornado and allow one of them to claim you. Ultimately, you didn’t give much of a fuck about which foot you were kissing.
Trembling from your own desire, you lurched toward the shifting feet, absolving both yourself and the girls of the decision, and leaving it to the will of the feet to which you were so obedient. Whoever you ended up with would likely get dibs on you for a little while.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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