Victor M

fantastic news

the when2meet has been filled out

Terry

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay took you long enough

Victor M

yknow it feels kind of weird haha

back to normal this quickly

i mean about a dozen new people have me blocked but besides that

never got banned from any social events or anything

Terry

“back to normal” as if i didnt get a bunch more jerk offffff materiaallll

wear sandals to the next meeting sweetheart ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Victor M

put that thing away

Terry

(ㄒoㄒ)

mean to me

soooo mean you might as well put your big stinky sole right onto my little body thats how mean u r 

Victor M

okay i’ve got to ask

is that foot thing like a bit? what’s going on with that

Terry

i dont knooooowwww whos asking

Victor M

me im asking

Terry 

y r u asking

Victor M

i mean

i know you read my fics

Terry

mmm hhmmmm

Victor M

just like hypothetically

i mean obviously i’ve never done anything like that before so just whatever your comfort zone would be

Terry

victor u r soooo cute and idk how any of us can stand you

okaaaayyy i guess if youre soooo desperate for it i will graciously allow you to put your big beautiful soles all over me

i can be free at right now

Terry lived on his own. Which, good for him, but the trip to the train station always bummed Victor out. The tiny neighborhood had already been built in the run-down industrial region of town, so the streets were rough to begin with, but over the years he’d been coming here it had gotten nastier and more desolate every time, as more and more unshrunken people got less interested in visiting their tiny loved ones. 

But it made parking easy. He pulled up right alongside the tall wire fence enclosing the settlement. He tried to make an active point of looking at his phone when he was waiting for a friend over here. Otherwise he’d glance over to the tiny buildings and wind up staring ─ evaluating the deterioration, the weeds growing taller than the apartments, the multiplying holes in the “security fence.” During his last visit he found a section that had been cut open to allow entry. It tempted him. He could get in there and just start fixing stuff. But the fence was there for a reason. Even well-meaning titans hovering over your house could ruin your day. So he called the non-emergency line. Victor wondered if they’d even looked at it since then. 

The tiny train bells chimed a few feet down and Victor couldn’t help but watch as it pulled into its last station. A few passengers gave him sour looks as they got off ─ but he caught Terry immediately as he hopped up and down and flailed his arm. 

Terry dashed to the ground-level exit (the elevator that would’ve brought him a few feet up to Victor’s stomach height stopped working a while ago) and bypassed Victor’s waiting hand to approach his shoes.

Victor smiled. “Really? Here?”

“Just a quick one-" He bent down to peck Victor’s toe. “Sir.”

“Okay, come on.” Terry smiled back and got into Victor’s palm.

The car ride started with a long, awkward silence, with Terry trying to act casual in his shrunken-friendly booster seat and Victor watching the road.

“So,” Victor said, “Were you, like, into feet, before…”

“Um. Not really. I think I started finding them hot cause of, like, the proximity.”

“Do you… like shoes?” 

“Kind of just into the feet. Feet in socks can be hot.”

“Cool, cool.” God, it was the most horrible type of small talk, but he was kind of panicking figuring out what exactly he would be doing in this “scene.” Was he supposed to be mean? Teasing? Sweet? What if he hurt Terry?

The subject changed to gossip for the rest of the car ride. Gossip was always easy. 

Terry had to admit, he enjoyed watching Victor squirm like this. Squirming on the car ride home, squirming as he let Terry get comfortable on his mattress and start stripping while Victor took off his socks, squirming when he noticed Terry staring as he moisturized and massaged his soles. His big, smooth soles, the thick wrinkles as his foot curled in and stretched out, the subtle stretching of skin between each toe as they spread.

He put the moisturizer back on his dresser and returned his attention to Terry. As adorable as Victor was, Terry wold never get over the awe of something that massive looking down at him. “Okay,” Victor breathed. “You comfortable?”

Terry grinned and nodded. He settled on stripping down to his boxer briefs and a t-shirt ─ more could come off later if they got that far. Victor still had his jeans on. He remembered he could be a little bashful about skin, but Terry had recently assumed it was just an extension of the fetish shame. 

“Do you─ want me to properly wash my feet, or something? I mean, I did this morning, obviously, and I haven’t worked out or anything. But I could wash them again right now if you wanted.”

Terry snickered. “If it’s too much I’ll tell you, alright?”

“Right. Are we doing safewords?”

“Do you want a safeword?” Victor chewed his lip. “Because if I’m not having fun I’m just gonna tell you but if you want a safeword─”

“No, no, I’m good. Okay.”

Terry scoffed and threw himself onto his back on the bedspread. His arms stretched out with wiggling fingers and he twisted his head back towards Victor, who looked on with pursed lips. “Less talky more gimme,” he demanded, and Victor’s face relaxed into a slight smile. 

He slowly uncrossed his legs, supporting himself with his arms behind him, and gently pushed his foot forward, planting his big toe onto Terry’s chest. Terry giggled and wrapped his arms around it to pull it closer. The coconut from the moisturizer was more overpowering than any human scent at this point. His skin was… not rough, but certainly textured. Ridged. He held his toe between his two hands and took it directly to his face. “Are you shy~” he teased it.

“That’s okay, right?”

He looked up, stony-faced. “Absolutely not,” he said, and revelled in Victor’s horrified expression. “It’s unacceptable. I am not getting nearly enough skin-to-skin contact right now.”

“Oh.” He flushed. “Sorry. You want something more like…” He slid his foot further forward. 

Yes. Yes!! The weight was strong and deep, the scent rich and-and masculine, the supple skin of his sole was hugging every bit of Terry’s anatomy. He couldn’t help himself. He fangirled. He screamed and covered his face and kicked his little legs as hard as he could. And then it was gone. Victor quickly brought his foot back and leaned in. “Oh, dude, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Terry beamed. “Are you kidding? That’s exactly what I asked for. Why’d you stop?”

“You-you were flailing, and making weird noises.”

He scoffed. “Uh, yeah. Cause I was having so much fun.” His hands extended in their grabby motion again. “Again.”

Victor grimaced, but he did return to propping himself on his arms and extending his foot on onto Terry’s exposed body, and Terry was quite happy to find that he had much longer to bask in the sensation. He ran his hands along the arch of Victor’s sole and pressed his face between his toes. The coconut smell was mellowing out, even while his skin stayed soft and slightly damp. He was properly musky, a little salty, pretty leathery too. It was almost a nerdy odor… anxious, booky, but still powerful.

Terry wriggled underneath him to get his shirt off, wanting even more of that skin contact. He hugged around Victor’s toes and pressed his pelvis up, following the curves of his skin. If Victor would just press down a little more… 

And the pressure let up again.

Terry pressed himself up with a scowl, and met Victor’s once-again concerned expression. “Still alright?” he asked, and Terry grumbled.

“If I start choking I’ll slap your foot, okay?” 

“Well, yeah… I just wanna make sure that it’s not, like getting to be too much yet.”

Terry humphed and waved Victor in. Victor leaned in, resting his face on propped hand mere inches from Terry. “Beautiful man,” he sighed, with a dramatic head-shake, “I should tell you something.”

Victor’s eyebrows raised. 

“Feet… are alright. I like ‘em. But I am really, really into you.” He punctuated with a slap to Victor’s forearm. “You are the sweetest little guy, Victor. It has always been funny to talk about you as this cartoonishly mean giant, stepping on people and stuff. But it’s-it’s sooo sexy that you’re a cute little guy with this secret mean streak, right?” Terry lips his lips and grinned. “That secretly… you fantasize about getting us poor little shrinkees behind closed doors, so you can stomp us and abuse us and have your way.” He looked up to Victor, and his face fell when he saw those puppy-dog eyes.

“I would never do that,” he murmured.

“But you imagine it, don’t you? To get yourself off.”

Victor dodged eye contact.

“I read your writing, Victor. I know you know how to talk like a real mean cunt.”

The word made him blush, as if he hadn’t written it himself too many times to count. He grimaced and chewed his lip. “I just… I don’t want you to look at me differently. Like if I did that, and you started seeing me like-”

“Woah!” Terry tried to stroke his skin comfortingly. “I wouldn’t─ Victor, hey, you’re the nicest guy I know. That’s not─ just because you can, doesn’t… it doesn’t mean you don’t have the same values, right? You’re always gonna be the same guy to me. And this doesn’t have to, like, change that.” He smiled. “Remember when we all had to convince you it was okay to hug us?”

Victor smiled back and rolled his eyes. “Yes. Yeah. Because you’re not fragile and you can just tell me if I’m pressing too hard. You realize why I was actually so reluctant, right?”

He giggled. “Cause you were fuckin’ horny, I get it.” Terry fell back onto the bedspread again and put out his arms. “Again. More. And-and narrate a little. Tell me about how sexy you find this.”

Victor sat back up and planted his foot next to Terry. He carefully lined them up next to each other and licked his lips. “I mean… you’re smaller than my foot. That’s crazy, isn’t it?” He inched his toe over Terry’s face and pressed him down. Terry writhed underneath him again, and Victor allowed himself to enjoy it. He shifted and pinched the little head between two toes and looked down at Terry’s red face, saliva dripping down his chin. “And I… I can just do that shit to you. Whenever I want. Not-not that I would.”

Terry swallowed and nodded. Already his cock was red and hot against his briefs, smashed down by the smooth soft flesh above. “Can I─” he muttered, and Victor let up just enough for him to strip his underwear off. 

Victor seemed to startle as his felt the tiny appendage pressing into his skin, but he recovered and gave Terry a coy smile. “What am I feeling? Are you enjoying yourself that much already?”

Terry squealed. 

Far above, Victor shifted like some titanic earthquake. The foot above him eased off, and he was quietly disappointed until the second slammed into him on the other side, sandwiching him tightly, skin rubbing against every intimate bit of him. So caught up in the intoxication of the pressure and texture and scent, and the sensation of being so totally overpowered, that he barely realized Victor was picking him up and moving him between his feet, until that pressure relaxed. He looked up, and up, and far further up than he expected to, and realized Victor was looking from the bed down at him on the floor.

Victor stuck his tongue out. “I wanted to look down on you.”

He breathlessly smiled back. “Oh! Yeah, okay.” This was really, really hot. Victor towered dizzingly high above him, his body distorted by the perspective. He gripped handfuls of the plush carpet underneath to keep somewhat steady. 

“And up here I can really see just how small you are…”

God, yeeeesssss. Terry covered his face and giggled. Those big feet massaged him into the carpet now, trailing ball and heel over every part of him and pressing his face down against the floor. This must’ve been the very first spot Victor set his soles every morning, Terry could tell in the scent, deep and ingrained into the fabric and fresh and hot on top of him. 

“You are actually so cute. So cute, and…” His tone shifted and he lifted a foot to make sure he could see Terry’s face. “And you will tell me if you don’t like something I say, right? Like if it take it too far?”

Terry glared at him. “YES!”

“Well, okay, okay.” He smashed his body back down into the carpet. “Well, what I was saying… just─ just so weak. Weak physically, of course. Because I could do anything right now, couldn’t I? I could really smash you right now.”

Ohhh, God. Oh God.

“But I’m beginning to suspect some mental weakness too… Cute little thing… Would you do what I tell you too?”

He tried to nod, on the off chance Victor could feel it. He was pretty sure he just wound up humping the ground.

The soles lifted and presented themselves to him propped on their sides. Terry felt he knew where this was headed and jumped up to rush at them, but Victor slammed him back into the ground with the ball of his foot. “No… you wait for the order. Okay?”

His cock was absolutely throbbing. He nodded eagerly.

Once again, the foot let up. “Okay, Terry… kiss my toes. No… make out with them. Like they’re your high school first love.”

Yes. God, yes, readily. Terry crammed his head down into that crevice between toe and ball of the foot and he kissed and licked and sucked and nuzzled. He felt so absolutely hungry for it, he felt like he could go on forever. His hand finally slipped down to his cock, and just as quickly he was pinned between feet again.

He looked up to Victor and saw him stroking his own cock as he watched. Victor grinned as he followed Terry’s wide eyes to his groin. “Terry. Do you want to get off?”

Terry eagerly nodded.

“I need you to understand. Only I get you off.”

“Please,” he croaked. 

Victor dropped him onto the rug. In a moment, one set of toes was pressed against his face and chest. His pelvis jumped up in response, and was forced back down by the second set. His toes ran over Terry’s cock and it took all his power not to yell. They explored him, curled around his shaft, and finally settled on pressing his member down against his stomach and stroking him between two toes. He felt his own leftover saliva lubricating the motion.

“Oh, look at you,” Victor teased, sweetness dripping from his voice. “Look how desperately you try to move. All your muscles straining. And you’re absolutely fixed it place.”

The sensation, the smell, the twitching and thrashing of his own body out of his control. This was it. This was exactly what he came for. Complete and utter powerlessness under Victor’s beautiful feet.

The way Victor was fussing over him with that washcloth, he felt like a kitten getting groomed by its mother. “You’re gonna scrub me bleeding,” he grumbled.

“I don’t want you walking home smelling like feet. I know some people can be dicks about that kind of stuff.”

“Who said anything about walking home?”

Victor froze in his tracks, like he hadn’t actually considered that until Terry mentioned it. Terry laughed. “I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

He smiled. “Yeah. Sorry. That would be nice, actually.”

In Victor’s living room, they cooled down on the couch, clothed again, sharing an album and some apple slices. Terry relaxed on Victor’s chest. Now, this wasn’t a fully relaxed Victor, he still sensed plenty of that neuroticism over his sexuality, but God, Victor would’ve never let him do something as simple as laying down on his chest just a few months ago. 

It felt… good. It felt right. He felt like he could do this sort of thing with Victor forever. And he felt like… hoped like, maybe… he felt like whatever intentional mean-guy persona Victor had been attempting at the start of their session was starting to relax, and he was starting to see a real, natural dominant personality that had been hidden for so long. 

“Victor.”

“Hm?” he said, awkwardly trying to look down to his own chest, at Terry awkwardly trying to look bad up.

“Um… I know it was just talk, about─ about owning me─”

“Oh, shit,” he hissed. “I am so sorry, I was worried I was going too far with that, but─”

“No, hey, come on!” He sat up and shook his head. “Didn’t even let me finish… I really, really liked that, Victor. It was so goddamn hot.”

He bashfully smiled. “Aw, thanks.”

“And I was wondering… because I know, I know I said you’ll always be that sweet friend to me, but…” Victor was starting to look nervous. “I don’t know, what if it wasn’t just talk?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not that you have to start living with me and keep me in a cage and yank me around on a leash all the time or anything, but I’d really like to keep doing this, and like… be yours. In that sense.”

Victor scooped him up and brought him to eye level. “I’m still your friend.”

“Of course.”

“And… nothing in public?”

He nodded and bashfully rubbed his arm. “It would just be really nice to… come over, and be yours. Yours to toy with. To do whatever you want with.”

Victor’s anxious expression faded into a gentle smile. “I think that sounds really nice.” He extended his index. “Whenever you’re over. All mine.”

At first he reached out, but quickly found himself overcome. Terry collapsed into Victor’s palm in a fit of giddy giggles and Victor waited with a patient smile for him to straighten himself back out. Finally, he sat up, red-faced and beaming, and firmly shook the presented finger. “All yours.”