“Oh. My. Effing. God. MOM! COME HERE!”

            Cameron froze in place, despite being situated currently in a mortally compromising position. Crouched over the hamper of his younger sibling’s closet, a grayed fuzzy-cotton sock hugged to his nose and lips for the fullest inhale. But he couldn’t help but halt; his sister’s cry of revulsion, and a hint of entertainment, had paralyzed his every nerve.

            Footsteps hurried up the staircase and entered the hall. The young man innocently lowered his sister’s used sock away from his face and casually set it back on the heap of filthy laundry, but it was far too late. The deed was done and witnessed.

            Above him stood his dirty-blonde sister Alyssa, her toned arms crossed and a vindictive smile creased in her pretty lips; behind her stood their beautiful, platinum-haired mother with a look of crushing disappointment in her regal countenance. Both women glared with extreme prejudice upon the college-aged boy, who looked guiltier than a dog trying to play off a recent carpet-pissing.

            “Did you see him?” Alyssa grumbled, though the curve of a smile still teased her lips. “Mom, did you?”

            “I did, sweetheart. Don’t worry,” Brianna reassured. She wrapped an arm around her younger offspring and rubbed her shoulder to comfort. The woman tsked, shaking her head in lingering disbelief. “Cameron? Have you got anything to say for yourself?”

            “Y-Yeah, um. I was, uh, just looking for… my laundry, because… I accidentally threw it in here instead of mine, and…” he stammered. Every word was digging him deeper, and he knew it.

            “I thought so,” Brianna said with a knowing nod. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let him leave, honey, all right?”

            “You got it, Mom,” Alyssa promised. She planted herself between Cameron and the door. Fingers twirling in her luscious locks, she meandered toward him, one pink-socked foot in front of the other.

            Cameron, unable to help himself, fixed his gaze to his sister’s marching peds. He watched the deepening of her arch on every step and the adorable bulges of her toes pressing against the russet fabric.

            “Gosh, Cameron. A whole year at college, and still nobody taught you?”

            “Taught me what?” he blubbered, snapped out of the helpless reverie. He staggered to his feet and forced himself to look his younger sister in the eye.

            “Um, maybe that it’s rude to go through a girl’s belongings just to feed your pervy needs? Especially her used socks? Not to mention when that girl is your sister. God, there’s so many ways this is the grossest thing ever, all at once,” Alyssa detailed, counting the reasons on her fingers. Her eyes wandered down to the small but noticeable pants tent formed between her brother’s jeaned legs, and instantly stuck out her tongue with disgust. “Ugh, don’t forget about that, too!”

            Cameron bit his lip. There wasn’t really a good response, after all. All the criminal evidence was there. He didn’t even make the attempt to bypass Alyssa, though it wouldn’t have been hard; as red as he’d turned from the sheer revolting humiliation of it all, some part of him was just too curious to know why his mother requested he stay here.

            “I’m back! Did you keep him here? Oh, good!” Brianna announced cheerily as she re-entered her daughter’s bedroom. One hand remained locked to her side, her fingers loosely closed in a fist.

            “Listen, um. I know this looks super weird and messed up,” Cameron began, twiddling his thumbs. He had to start somewhere. “And I’m sorry if, uh, this looks like I was up to… something. But I promise you both, I-”

            “Say cheese, sweetie,” Brianna interrupted. She lifted her hand, revealing its mechanical contents between her fingers. A crimson flash met Cameron’s eyes.

            Stunned, the young man tripped backward, trying to defend his retinas from the harsh laser. In the same motion, he felt as though he was being pulled from every extremity. His shirt and jeans billowed around his body. As he hit the floor, Cameron was even more surprised to find he wasn’t so much wearing his outfit as lying in it like blankets, underwear included. Only just reaching for the hem of his shirt to keep himself covered, he was rendered still for the second time today by bowling shock at what stood above.

            Brianna and Alyssa stepped forward and loomed overhead like monuments. While the two women ordinarily didn’t top five-foot-seven, a solid four inches below Cameron, at this moment, they were Olympian, and not just because he was staring at their tanned, sculpted bodies from the floor.

            They looked eleven feet tall at least. Higher than the story of a house. Two gorgeous leviathans, one the spitting image of the other, each wearing grins of unbridled triumph as they stared down at the pitiful boy around their ankles. That’s when Cameron noticed the rest of the cavernous bedroom and just managed to piece together the fact that he, not the rest of the world, had changed sizes.

            He was half his original size. If that.

            “Holy shi… I mean, holy cow, Mom. Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Alyssa boomed. She stooped down over her newly two-foot-eleven older brother, still sprawled like a newborn in his swaddled clothes. Extending a finger, she poked him hard in the stomach. “This is unbelievable. He’s so freaking dinky. I love it!”

            “I thought you’d appreciate it, sweetie. Or I hoped you would. Setting a disciplinary example right now is going to be much more effective if I have you to help me.”

            “Disciplinary?” Alyssa asked. Her eyes practically glowed with the surging promise of such a word. “You mean… we’re gonna teach lil’ Cam a lesson?”

            “Something of that nature, yes,” Brianna said. She took on a solemn expression as she finally locked eyes with her son. “Though some of this lesson might seem fun to you, honey, I can assure you that neither of us find you and your… family sickness… to be a laughing matter. I can only pray you have a change of heart after this afternoon is over.”

            “M-Mom?” Cameron peeped. “W-What did you… what did you d-”

            “Quiet now, “little” brother!” Alyssa demanded. “Pervy little sock-sniffers don’t get to have a say in the lessons they learn!”

            “Speaking of which…” Brianna said. She set the shrink ray upon the dresser and set both hands on her hips, observing her miniature child with her head cocked. “…your grandma and grandpa always taught me that too much of a good thing… though in this case, it most certainly isn’t a good thing… can be enough of a lesson in itself.”

            “You mean…” Alyssa drawled, cracking a smile. She lowered herself to a seated position, leaning against the bed, and immediately jammed a thumb into the back of her sock, peeling it away from her soft skin.

            “Yes I do “mean,” Brianna chuckled. “Now, I wouldn’t make you try something if you didn’t feel comfortable, Alyssa. This is for your brother’s improvement, not yours. However, I have every confidence that if we just give him a little more than he can handle of what he seems to want, then-”

            “I am so on it,” Alyssa laughed. She’d already tugged her first pink sock down the slender length of her newly bare foot. Toes free to wriggle in midair, she arched her sole and plopped her entire right foot down atop her brother’s half-naked body.

            Cameron expelled air with surprise and unconsciously renewed arousal. He wormed beneath the weight of his sister’s tender, fleshy sole as it covered most of his torso. By his perspective, the girl’s foot had literally doubled in size, and so had its power and aroma. She wasn’t just pinning him by her own strength, but by the odorous aura of it. Ordinarily he had to stuff his nostrils into used socks to sample that sweet, salty scent, but right now, it was being literally smothered over his body.

            He twitched as the ball of his sister’s enlarged foot pumped down against his stomach, flushing his lungs. Her smooth, toejam-smeared texture roughly massaged his chest to a ruddy red. Cameron’s half-mast erection was already on the rise again beneath the loose folds of cloth.

            “Now that’s the spirit,” Brianna said. She crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the closet doors as she witnessed her younger child violently fondling her naked foot over the exposed body of her elder. “Go ahead and get closer to his face. We want him to remember this, honey.”

            “Oh, I don’t think he’s gonna be able to ever forget,” Alyssa said with a faux-sultry wink to her brother. She scooched further forward, extended her leg, and raked her toes up from Cameron’s chest to his face.

The shrunken young man was thrown into awkward chaos again. His sister’s wide, warm, peachy sole was able to cover up the entirety of his head beneath its cushy heft. Her plush wrinkles caressed over his lips and the bridge of his nose. Hard as this new reality was to accept, he was willing to take that leap if it meant he could enter this kind of stinking heaven. The lightly sour, tangerine-lotion-flavored sweat haze increased tenfold now. Like nothing he’d ever been able to experience by sucking stale air from sock cotton. Summer dampness from her skin transferred and oozed as oil into his pores. This was the dream.

            “All right, why don’t we switch things up a little now?” Brianna said.

            “Aww, I was just getting started, Mom!”

            “I didn’t say we have to stop giving him too much of what he wants. Just that we can’t let him get complacent. After all, this isn’t for enjoyment. At least not his.”

            Alyssa giggled at her mother and begrudgingly dragged her foot off her brother’s face. Still, she used her heel to knock the wind out of him one last time, then let her toes pass over the stacked denim above his waist. She flinched.

            “Ugh, God, he’s still into this. I feel it through his panties. Unreal. Mom?”

            “Just let me have a turn on your brother, sweetie,” Brianna said.

            Cameron watched his mother remove her burly feet one by one from strappy leather garden sandals. Her peds, tanned in bronzed strips from alternate exposure to the sun, clamped to the carpet. Toes gripped the fibers, and then they were rising again, toward their intended target.

            He sputtered. His mother’s considerably meatier heel came down on his chest, unfurling her expansive sole onto his chin. Floundering proved just as useless, if not more so, as his parent placed the entire weight of her leg upon her son’s body. Whereas Alyssa was laid on the floor with limited leverage, Cameron could sense the impending threat of Brianna’s whole body weight suddenly crushing downward if she so chose as she towered above at full height. It made him wheeze, and also just a little harder in the loins.

            “Open your mouth, Cameron,” Brianna said.

            “Mom?” Alyssa uttered in surprise. She was too delighted to say anything else.

            “Mmmf?” Cameron coughed, keeping firmly shut. His mother’s bulbous toes pecked at his upper lip as though knocking on the door and requesting entry.

            “You heard me. I’m not playing games today. If you’re so intrigued by the smell of a sock, then the flavor of the real thing ought to do wonders for your curiosity. Now open your mouth, darling, and lick your mother’s poor little toes like your life depends on it.”

            The words poor and little seemed sad descriptors for a foot so mighty. Either way, Cameron was far too turned on by the commanding echo of his giant mom’s voice filling the room. Though he’d always known her as a firm but fair disciplinarian, he’d never heard nor seen a side quite so absolutely dominating. And God help him, it was hot as hell. Almost too quickly, he parted his lips, and Brianna jammed her toes inside the opening.

            With such a monstrous beast of a foot, Cameron wasn’t able to fit more than three squishy, flexing digits into his jaws. He was damned if he didn’t put in a solid effort for more, though. Brianna was only too helpful as she worked her foot’s angle against her son’s aching jaws. Steadily she dug her muscular big toe against the back of his tongue, pinning it to his cheek.

            “Lick me, Cameron,” Brianna demanded softly. “Take your punishment like I know you still want to, and give Mom’s toes a good taste.”

            Hungrily, Cameron threw himself into his best attempt. Still anchored to the ground by Brianna’s heavy heel, the young man sloppily sucked and slurped at the beefy toes prodding at his teeth and lips. A mix of faded leather and earthy tones from the garden met his throat, not to mention the ghostly juices of night sweat and worn-off lavender soap. It was truly an elixir, and Cameron wanted every drop.

            “That’s the ticket,” Brianna said warmly.

            “Hold nice and still, Cameron, so I can see your face!” Alyssa called out.

            In his peripheral vision, the hapless toe-sucker noticed his sister’s camera phone floating into view. She held it still, obviously taking a video of his endeavor. Though the fear of exposure made him halt for just an instant, the incessant writhing of the fleshy lollipops inside his mouth forced him to resume. What was he going to do, stop? When he was this far in?

            “Let’s just have a check on your downstairs area, shall we, “little” brother?” Alyssa asked. Cool air met Cameron’s legs and lower body as she drew away the protective layer of clothes. “Yep, sure enough. He’s got a little chubby going on.”

            Itching for release now, Cameron languished on the feeling of his sister’s cruel finger poking at his erection. A couple of contacts was all it took; he convulsed in soft orgasm, still with his lips wrapped around Brianna’s ample big toe. Chuckling, his sister laid the fold of jeans back over his embarrassment.

            “God, this is so freaking gross and hilarious!” Alyssa laughed. She gave her camera another click, ending the recording. “Honestly. Mom, this is, like, the most fun we’ve ever had together, I think.”

            “Guilty as it makes me, honey, I have to agree,” Brianna said. “I suppose a little levity was needed to deal with something so wrong as your brother’s fantasies.”

            “Can… that thing you used on him… can it make him even-”

            “-smaller? Why yes it can, dear. I thought you’d never ask,” the woman said.

            “Please do it, Mom,” Alyssa begged with deadly seriousness. “I want him smaller. A lot smaller. This is way too big for him to be.”

            Brianna at last relieved the heaving pressure of her leather-scented foot from her son’s body. He cooed in exhalation, still grappling with all the complex and disgusting feelings running through his mind. Stepping to the side, she retrieved the shrink ray and clicked a few settings on the side panel.

            “Why don’t you do the honors, dear? Just aim it and press right here,” Brianna instructed her daughter, handing the device off.

            “This is so… awesome!” Alyssa murmured. She held the device a few inches away from her spent brother’s face and pulled the trigger.

            Another flash of red. Prepared as he felt by comparison to last time, Cameron was thrown for another loop when what little cover he still had beneath his clothes was robbed. When next he regained composure, he was lying on a literal island of discarded shirt. And, as he expected before he even unbowed his head, Cameron was staring up at the gargantuan organic skyscrapers which were his mother and sister, just as they’d been before, but staring down with ever-glorified rigor at his now two-inch-tall naked body.

            “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Alyssa cheered. She handed the device back to her mother and golf-clapped, threading her fingers together in adoration of the pathetic runt of a boy now marooned on the floor before her dancing toes. “Can’t wait to see him suck on these now.”

            “Very funny, dear. Obviously we can’t expect quite as much from someone so incredibly small, but he’s still got his uses, I’m sure.”

            “I’ll find a use for him, if it takes all day,” Alyssa swore.

            “It won’t take that long. Promise,” Brianna said. “Go ahead and pick him up. Not with your hand, of course.”

            “Don’t mind if I do…” Alyssa combed her gleaming blonde bangs out of her eyes, giving her a clearer view of the bare little boy huddled on his giant jeans, and arched her leg.

            A pink sky made of sole hovered overhead and sunk lower, inch by inch. The shrunken lad fruitlessly threw his hands up in protection. He considered running, but that chance was long past. By the time Cameron could make out the fine, riveted details of the living sculpture that was his gorgeous sister’s enormous sole, it was too late to move. Shadow and light alternately flickered between her swaying toes. At the last second, those moist digits spread wide apart to receive their toy, and then plunged downward.

            “Got him!”

            Cameron was gripped into the spongy hold of his sister’s long, dexterous toes. His face squished nicely into the cake-like crevice of the girl’s digits. Oily gifts instantly met his lips as she clenched him harder into the fleshy vice. Her foot was lifting off from the ground again like a UFO with its freshly captured human.

            Weathering the thunderous rise and fall of his giant sister’s heel, Cameron couldn’t help but throw his arms in a hard embrace around the nearest shaft of her toe. The eighteen-year-old goddess-sized girl stepped gingerly back on the balls of her feet. She rested her taut rear end on the edge of the nearby mattress, but ensured to keep her toes arched well-above the ground, still pinched around their naked plaything.

            “Mom?” Alyssa whispered, though she didn’t seem to particularly care whether her entrapped brother heard her or not. “Can you do me a big favor and put my ballet flats right here?”

            “Certainly, sweetie.” A wisp of air and a soft clomp, and between the webbed crevice-skin, Cameron could make out the bus-sized silver fabric flats waiting beyond.

            “Thanks! Up we go now,” Alyssa warned. Balancing her weight on the opposite foot, she reared her shrunken brother in the smelly talons of her toes and lifted him over the gaping mouth of the footwear.

Cameron watched the dizzy drop. His sister loved these flats. He didn’t need to guess, either. That love wasn’t just evidenced by her near-constant use of them in the summer, but the deeply fossilized imprint of her foot molded into the ancient insole. Not to mention the damp, dark stains of timeless foot sweat soaked into the bottoms.

            Darkness and wet suction met as Alyssa rammed her foot into the snuggly inner walls of the ballet flat. Her busy toes came to rest upon his beleaguered body at the narrow tip of the inner cave. Cameron was sandwiched densely between the sticky floor of Alyssa’s abused insole and the robust, velvety row of five bucking toes having their way with him.

            “Don’t just lay there, Cam!” Alyssa crowed. Her voice was filtered through the ceiling of shoe, but her volume was high enough to carry. “If you can do it for Mom, then you can do it for me! It was my socks you were getting stupid-hard over, after all. Get that little tongue in motion, freak-boy!”

            Since they were tots, it seemed, Cameron and Alyssa had been engaged in a sibling rivalry that bordered on warfare. Usually he took her brattiness in stride, shrugging it off as an annoyance, but now, at this size, with his puny nude body crammed like forgotten toe lint into the pudgy spaces beneath her filthy foot, things were different. Her voice meant more. And she deserved to be appeased.

            Thus once again there was nothing to do but obey, just as he had his mother. His younger sister too was now every bit his warden. Despite his dark and cramped world, Cameron wrestled himself to the nearest globe-curve of his sister’s godlike toe and pressed his face into its plush girth.

            The tasting recommenced, redoubled in its potency. A sweeter flavor than Brianna’s more mature skin greeted Cameron’s cheeks, even as it was coupled with the briny after-effects of Alyssa’s last jog not quite scrubbed clean. He licked and chewed for all he was worth.

            Though he half-hated to admit it, Cameron was already wearing another erection. Especially with his cock so haphazardly squeezed into the neighboring toe valley and massaged so ruthlessly by Alyssa’s swishing flesh. Every part of him was mushed into the firm grasp of his titanic sibling’s domineering toes. And, only now did he realize, he wouldn’t have it any other way. The second shuddering orgasm was twice as wonderful as the first.

            Deep in his being, Cameron already dreaded the moment his mother declared the useless punishment at an end and regrew him to his previous “normal” size. Normal just sounded wrong now.

            Somewhere amid the fog of confused horniness and ravishing toe-flesh licking, Cameron realized he was being traded. Like a piece of body jewelry. Still clamped in Alyssa’s toes, her foot withdrew from the malleable ballet slipper. Her fingers fished him out upside-down from her sticky toes and plopped him into Brianna’s waiting hand.

            Briefly he experienced the overwhelming gale of his mother’s cool breath blowing upon him in her hand, a booming chuckle from both women as he curled into himself for warmth, and then gravity again. Rather than meeting a wall of giant, pillowy toes, though, Cameron was inserted between fingers and deposited on the rancid earth of a nearby hill. Specifically, the slanted insole of his mother’s work heel.

            “Slide to the end, honey,” Brianna commanded her son, her blue eyes filling up the limited window to the world outside her shoe. “I want you under my toes for the next round of your lesson. Do it now.”

            “Yes, my Queen,” he said under his breath, mainly as a joke befitting all this surreal wonder. However, as soon as he said it, it felt correct. His mother was his queen, wasn’t she? Cameron lowered to his haunches and rappelled down the flaking leather slope of his mother’s work heel.

            Brianna’s foot ate up space inside with a vengeance. Light was swallowed up by the absolute mass of her maternal ped. Her toes, still a little wrinkled from the thorough tongue bath he’d gifted them, pile-drove him into the tip of the restrictive pump.

            In such a tight prison, unyielding as Alyssa’s flat had been to the contours of its residing foot, there was no crevice between Brianna’s mammoth digits for Cameron to tuck his head. There was simply below. Almost immediately the boy was cooking under a caving sarcophagus of his own giant mother’s musky toes. He could feel his face, his chest, his legs, and his sore erection molding into the doughy immensity of it all.

            The stylish burgundy heel tapped. It pivoted on the spike. Inside, Cameron was treated to a seismic vibration against the curling beast of Brianna’s greedy digits. She didn’t even have to command him with words; he understood his place in the family hierarchy at this moment. Possibly longer as well. And she had a simple request now.

            All he had to do was open his mouth, and a flush bulge of grimy toe-skin heaved against his lips. It was more delicious even than the last taste; like a rich wine bettered with age and focus, the boy’s mother’s whiffy foot-flesh improved with size. Sucking a formed droplet of gooey sweat into his throat was a pleasure greater than any alcohol he’d sampled in college.

            Physical stimulation was hardly necessary now, as his dick was primarily just being squashed by hot, pulsing toe skin. Yet after a few long laps of his tired tongue on the salty ceiling, plus just a little more pondering on his new status, and Cameron was cumming for the third time. He swelled with latent regret and embarrassment, despite the obvious need to continue doing exactly what he was doing. There was no backing out now.

            When next Cameron was brought into the light and laid in his mother’s wide palm, he found himself yearning to return to the stuffy darkness. Or, at the very least, return to the earth beneath the feet of these royal goddesses and their deserving toes and blessed soles.

            “Learning lots of new lessons, are we, sweetie?” Brianna challenged her son in whisper.

            “Y-Yes, my… my…”

            “What’s that, Cameron?”

            “My Queen.”

            “So what’s that make me, my “little” brother?” Alyssa snarked. “Tell me what I am, or I swear I will not put you back under my toes ever again, no matter how much you beg me to!”

            “M-My, my… p-princess!”

            Mother and daughter pair burst into uncontrolled chortles. Cameron couldn’t help but tingle at their joy, even if it was at his sad expense.

            “Not the lesson I was expecting,” Brianna said, wiping her eye. “But it’s something, I admit.”

            “Looks like the only new lesson he’s learning is how to jack off in new ways!” Alyssa gagged. As she spoke, she idly tied her golden locks back into a ponytail. “God, he must love us and our feet more than anything on earth. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a dude, even one as pathetic and horny as Cameron, getting off that fast again and again.”

            “Neither have I, hon. I suppose we’re all learning a thing or two right now.” The woman rubbed her fingertip over her son’s body, still blushed and now reeking of the same balmy flavors as the feet he’d been servicing. She noted how he squirmed comfortably as her gridded fingerprint stroked his microscopic erection. Almost humping her. She frowned.

            “What now, Mom?”

            “I say we give Cameron here just a little more size back. Not too much yet, of course. But he can’t do much for us at two inches, can he?”

            “Yeah, I could barely feel him.”

            “Me either. So let’s end his break time and put him back to work, doing what he apparently does best, hmm? Maybe this will be the final push he needs to learn the truth.”

            “Totally, Mom! Fry him with that thing!”

            For the third time, Cameron was surrounded in the crimson glow of the ray. He watched the good-humored faces of his royal deity family members on high. When the process was complete the boy was surprised to find himself actually just a little larger than his mother’s hand. Almost spilling from her grip, he was quickly collected into a closed fist. His erection awkwardly levied between Brianna’s ring and pinky fingers.

            “Go ahead and grab us each a new pair of shoes, sweetie,” Brianna asked her daughter, who was only too glad to skip off to the other room. “Something with enough space for your little brother and his new “big” size, of course. But not too much.”

            Faithfully, the girl returned with a pair of footwear dangled from each hand: sparkly cashmere house slippers for her mother, and cowhide shin-high boots for herself.

            Like clockwork, Cameron was returned to the fluffy mouth of a slipper. Unlike last time, he wasn’t entering a cave so much as a coffin. Mercifully, Brianna’s roomy house slipper promised enough space for its walls to spread once it also contained a foot the length of its shrunken guest. Her foot followed almost immediately, cramming him beneath.

            There were no bones about it now. He tried lying to himself during the last round about it being a joke or just a warped perception. But he knew now.

            Cameron was loving this. In love, even. He was in love with the crushing sensation, the acrid smell, the gamy flavors, the damp skin, and perhaps most of all the queenly commands of his family members, the only people he had in the world, now promoted to his exalted rulers. And what else was there to do for rulers, but to serve?

“I don’t feel your little tongue yet, sweetie!” Brianna callously bellowed as her foot compounded her seven-inch son into the slipper. She stamped her shoe gently from midair, rattling the room and her child to the marrow. “Let’s get a move on, now. No more free rides. You’re going to work while you’re in there and gain some perspective finally.”

            “This is such great stuff, Mom,” Alyssa cackled. “I bet this could go viral if we posted it.” She stooped on the floor, saving every glorious instant of her brother’s wretched undoing with her camera. Ensuring to capture the sight of his tiny legs poking out from under their parent’s gigantic heel, she zoomed in close enough to see the shallow inflations as Brianna’s toes languidly rose and fell, enjoying the tongue bath her son was delivering with utmost care.

            “Oh, this is lovely,” the woman said. “Much better than when he’s the size of a roach.”

            “All right, is it my turn now? It has to be my turn. I could use a new insole, after all.”

            Cameron was dragged out of the slipper, his chest still partially adhered to the humid mattress-weight pad of sole flesh belonging to his mother. Without ceremony, he was dangled by his leg in Alyssa’s fist and plunged into the cowgirl boot. A windy tunnel of dark leather congealed with gummy residue awaited him. Once at the basin, he hardly had time to breathe before his sister’s foot was barreling inside.

            Alyssa compressed her pint-sized sibling into the ratty texture of her boot. She rolled the ball of her foot all about, rocking the boy from side to side, her heel squashed without pretense over his junk.

            “Yep, I think I’ve definitely found my replacement for these awful paper-things in my shoes,” Alyssa sighed. She kicked her boot heel against the carpet for good measure. “Just a shame I can’t use him permanently for this. Somebody as gross and selfish as him? I mean, it’s the best thing for everybody, really.”

            “That may or may not be, dear. Either way, it does appear that… your brother hasn’t taken well to his reprogramming,” Brianna said wearily. She sunk into the bed, fingers kneading her temple. “I suppose I had no idea how deeply Cameron’s lusts ran. Apparently too much of a bad thing is not even enough for him. He’s more animal than man in that respect.”

            “And more shoe-crud than man in most respects,” Alyssa giggled.

            “Watch your language, sweetie,” Brianna scolded jokingly; she couldn’t help but smile.

            “Sorry, Mom.”

            At last, and only at her mother’s insistence, Alyssa pried the boot off and released her pancaked brother from his prison. It took a little peeling to unglue him from her smelly sole. She would’ve sworn, he was pressed into her foot so hard, she could make out printed tattoos on his stomach where her sole flesh creased.

            Dazed but happier than ever, Cameron slumped to the floor, too dizzy and drunk on foot grime to even begin concocting a natural reaction to all this. Where to even start? It wasn’t like he could even speak to his mother and sister again as equals, even if he wanted to. Openly worshiping and orgasming to one’s giant family members and their equally giant toejam-speckled feet generally didn’t leave a lot of room for small talk after.

            “Yes, it appears I was right, unfortunately,” Brianna groaned. “He hasn’t learned a thing.” She arched her foot forward and nudged her son’s ever-present erection with her big toe. Even with that brief brush, he moaned and shivered.

            “So… freaking… messed… up.”

             “Perhaps this was all just a waste of time,” their parent said with a dejected shrug. She took up the shrink ray again and fiddled with the settings, stepping several paces back to give her puny son space to grow. “Next time, we’ll just try a month-long grounding and some time without your electronics, Cameron. Now, back up you get to five-foot-eleven.”

            “NO!” He stumbled forward, crumbling at the knees from the mere thought of returning to his former size. Just as his mother’s pillar-like legs came to a stop, the doll-sized boy collided with her ankles, and ultimately threw his arms around her in groveling. He kissed the rotund curve of her heel in frenzy.

            “What is it, dear? This clearly has gotten us nowhere. You’re not going to change.”

            “I don’t want to change. And I don’t be big again,” he croaked. “P-Please don’t make me, Mom. I’ll… I’ll do anything you want. I swear. Anything.”

            “Oh?”

            “I want to stay down here. I… I want to be your… your…”

            Alyssa rested her chin on her fist and batted her eyelashes coquettishly at Cameron in waiting. “C’mon… spit it out, little toy-boy.”

            “…your s-servant. Forever. Please,” he begged. Turning to the side, he found his sister had laid her own foot beside Brianna’s, her clay-like instep upturned for his benefit. Only too glad to oblige, Cameron alternated smacking kisses on his mother’s heel and his sister’s wrinkled sole.

            “What do you think, Alyssa?” their mother questioned as she studied her mewling son on the floor.

            “I think I could get used to screwing with him all day, every day down there,” Alyssa murmured. She pinned his head to the carpet like a grape beneath her intoxicating naked foot. “But I also think if he wants it so bad, he shouldn’t get it for free.”

            “Too right. What do you suppose a suitable deal might be?”

            “We have to make sure he doesn’t back out, no matter what. Forever means forever, you know?” Alyssa said. She palmed her camera phone again. “I was only saving those videos before, just for us to look back at and laugh later. But… maybe it doesn’t have to be just us who sees it.”

            “One more video, then?” Brianna agreed. “Something to send a message that Cameron’s old life is at an end. I’m sure your social media followers would eat it up, dear.”

            “Are you kidding? It’s killing me that I haven’t sent any of this other stuff out yet! It’s so hysterical!”

            “Then it’s settled,” Brianna said. She leaned down, hands on her knees. “Don’t stop kissing my heel, Cameron. Just listen. We’re in agreement, your sister and I. If you really want this new life, you’re going to do exactly as your sister tells you to right now. Go ahead, sweetie.”

            Alyssa’s phone hovered directly over her shrunken slave of a sibling. She was smiling a gleaming smile, wider than anyone in the room had ever seen. Her hand trembled with the absolute glee of this final victory over her stunted brother.

            “Put my little toe in your mouth, perv-boy, and suck,” she commanded. Her foot rotated and slammed back to the carpet, her littlest digit pink and perfect as it was offered to Cameron. The boy didn’t waste another instant in wrapping his jaws around the juicy little piggy. It filled his cheeks with its grit and glory, and he slurped every succulent morsel.

            “Good. Now tell everybody you know how you feel about doing that,” she said, holding the camera steady.

            Cameron released his sister’s toe from his mouth, feeling regret only in the momentary emptiness of not having some part of his family’s feet on his lips. He cleared his throat, conscious briefly of how hot, tired, and gunky he must appear after all this “learning.” Still he found the gumption to speak.

            “I love it,” he gulped. “I love… kissing, and licking, and sucking and… w-worshiping the feet of my… m-my…”

            “Say it.”

            “…my queen and p-princess, who I… I l-love more than anything, and want to serve… forever, until there’s nothing left of me for them to use.”

            “That’s a good slave. Now stop flapping your little jaws, cuz the only thing your mouth is good for from here on out is eating foot. Got it?”

            “Yes, ma’am. P-Princess. Of course,” he vowed, and dutifully jammed his sister’s toe back over his teeth. It tasted all the zestier now, flavored by the eternal sugar of satisfaction in his new role. He basked in the absolute wet, balmy, Mother-Earth essence of his wonderful sister and gracious parent and their hardworking feet.

            “Uploaded!” Alyssa announced. She hummed a jaunty tune as she played with her phone and savored her new shrunken toy’s talented debasing under her bare foot. “That’s some great stuff. Wow, someone liked it already. Another one. And another! Geez, a comment already going up already? “You gotta lend him to me sometime!” Ha! Hear that, Cameron? You’re a hit with everybody online!”

            “You know something, dear?” Brianna asked of her daughter. Casually she slid her meaty toes underneath her son’s little body and snatched his throbbing member in the plush folds of a crevice, almost instantly tugging him to another desperate orgasm.

            “What’s that, Mom?”

            “I think we’re going to have to set up a daily schedule for him,” Brianna said, winking. “Because you can bet I’m not letting you hog your little brother all day, when this whole practice was my idea! And if there’s one lesson I want you coming away with, above all else, it’s that sharing is caring, dear.”

            “I’ll pull up my calendar right now, Mom!”

            Happily, mother and daughter sat down to begin plotting out the daily breakdown of their new slave’s life on a minute-by-minute basis. Meanwhile Cameron, nauseous with bliss, bobbed his lips between two divine pairs of feet, each more perfect than the other, and did his best to forget the hollow years of his life prior to this marvelous new beginning.

It’s funny how life turns out sometimes.

            For instance, the case of Cameron, who’d recently had his foot fetish discovered by his mother and sister and subsequently used to turn him into a magically shrunken foot-worshipping orgasm-pumping machine, recent life was particularly strange. Shortly after convincing his family members to make him their permanent miniature slave, all in payment for the right to tease and suckle their luscious toes for eternity, Cameron found his circumstances abruptly returned to the ordinary after his mother Brianna came to her senses and concluded her son was far more useful as a tool when restored to his former height of six-foot instead.

            Thus, things were more or less back to their intended physical states. Cameron stood taller and stronger than his mother and sister. Yet life remained funny. And this was mostly due to the fact that now, despite possessing the physical capacity to resist and flee for the hills, Cameron remained just as lowly a living toy for his mother and sister as when he was reduced to a few inches in height. If anything, he’d grown ever-more loyal since his return to his normal height.

            The family couldn’t have been happier.

            As was the custom now, Cameron awoke curled up like a puppy dog at the end of his little sister Alyssa’s queen-size bed. Beneath the covers, naturally. Like usual, the young woman’s bare peds were propped lazily against his body for warmth during the eve: one near his neck, the other hovering at his waist.

            Oily with her night sweat, Alyssa’s sole scrunched against her older brother’s lips. Cameron understood the expectation even without speech. He planted numerous good-morning kisses upon the firm, lightly doughy foot flesh; occasionally, his tongue flicked over his lips to lap up the lingering sleep-perspiration. While she enjoyed the benefits of his servitude, Alyssa murmured in gratitude. She rubbed a heel itch on his helpfully placed nose, then flattened her sole flush to his countenance again for fuller access to the creamy span of her foot’s underside.

            Only too happy to oblige, Cameron laid a trail of kisses from his sister’s happily bunching toes down to her thick, pumiced heel. He ensured to smooch each and every furrowed flesh wrinkle, just how the dirty-blonde liked it. In turn, her toes danced along the fly button of his pajamas, taunting him with the threat of poking her largest digit through the opening and running her cool toepad along his member. With that silent promise, Cameron’s kisses upon Alyssa’s other foot became even more ferocious.

            While their relationship had always been contentious, especially after Cameron was discovered indulging in his taboo fetish by inhaling his sister’s used socks, the family’s new arrangement had worked wonders on all fronts. Alyssa certainly still had her snarky fun, exclusively at her big brother’s expense, but Cameron knew it was just her way of saying she loved him, and more specifically, loved having him at her feet like the dog he was.

            “Breakfast, you two!” Brianna declared cheerily from the hallway. She rapped on the door. “The early bird gets the worm, and so on.”

            “Ughhh… fifteen more minutes! It’s the weekend, Mom!” Alyssa groaned, obviously still half asleep. Smirking, she lifted up the covers and peered down to the end of the bed at her sibling, utterly at the mercy of her feet. “Longer kisses, bro. Pretend like you’re making out with some girl you’ve been crushing on for years. Oh wait, you already are!”

            “Y-Yeah,” Cameron stammered. He massaged Alyssa’s pink sole while he spoke. “Sort of.”

            “Sort of is right. Cuz you’re not making out with a girl you’re crushing on for years, you’re making out with a foot you’ve been perving on for years. Same diff, though. Now hurry up and make out with my foot before I have to call you a loser again.” Alyssa’s threats were peppered with victorious smiles and the continued prodding of her toes at Cameron’s crotch through the pajamas, which were slowly starting to tent with morning wood.

            Spurred on, Cameron opened his mouth and passionately greeted Alyssa’s sole. He nibbled, licking in appropriate intervals, and puckered for all he was worth. The downy flavors of the blankets and nocturnally flaked skin, combined with overnight skin cream, washed into Cameron’s cheeks. Lovely. In response, Alyssa’s foot flexed tighter, rounding itself for kissing convenience. Her toes gripped Cameron’s hair, shoving the sole flesh down as flat as it would lie on his features.

            “Now that’s more like it,” Alyssa sighed.

            However, just when she had successfully coaxed Cameron’s member it into a full mast through the fabric, she did what she so often did and turned the act into a tease. She slipped out from under the covers and whipped the rest of the blankets away, revealing her fetally balled brother at the end of the bed. She tsked at him, as he was looking slightly forlorn to have had the make-out cut short.

            “Breakfast is gonna get cold, loser,” she chuckled, shaking her head. Her crystal blue eyes were alight with mirth. “And you know Mom’s already gonna have yours ready and waiting for you to scarf down like a little piggy.”

            “Yes,” Cameron agreed.

            “Yes, what?”

            “Yes, Princess.” He rolled out of his sister’s bed and shambled after her. Of course Alyssa led the way downstairs, shepherding her brother by an invisible and intangible chain. The hierarchy was so ingrained that neither she nor Brianna had yet even needed to tell Cameron to wait behind them for instruction and guidance. He just did it.

            In the kitchen, Brianna was making the finishing touches on a lovely Saturday morning breakfast array for her kids. Her blonde hair a rather luminous shade in the sunlight through the window, she flipped a final pancake onto the platter.

            “Morning, Mom,” Alyssa said. She leaned in and kissed her mother on the cheek.

            “Morning, Mom,” Cameron said and, as was expected, he squatted down on all fours, his cheek pressed to the floor. His mother’s broad, meaty sole was pre-emptively flexed backward, awaiting his greeting. Warm in the cheeks, Cameron leaned forward and planted a kiss on the plush underside of Brianna’s foot.

            “And good morning to the two of you, too,” Brianna chuckled. She peeked over her shoulder and down at her son, groveling around her naked peds. “My feet are a little cold, honey. I could use my slippers. Why don’t you be a dear and fetch them for me, all right?”

            “Sure,” Cameron said. He hopped back to his feet and meekly made his way for the stairs again.

            “Mine, too!” Alyssa called out.

            Cameron obeyed. He first fetched his mother’s lavender-colored fluff-coated pair, then Alyssa’s bubble gum-pink, decidedly more stylish set. Returning to the kitchen, he dropped to his knees in front of Brianna again and set the first slipper on his thigh. Giggling at the extra step of pampering, his mother propped her foot up on the boy’s leg and slid it into the fuzzy footwear. On the second, her instep brushed his deep inner thigh.

            “You want yours, too?” Cameron asked of his sister, already plopping to his haunches.

            “Mmmmm….  nah, I decided not to,” Alyssa said. She curled her toes, cracking the joints, then lithely kicked the pink slippers out of her brother’s grip. There was doubt on whether she even wanted them in the first place. “You can just put them back in my closet where you found them later.”

            “I’m sure he will,” Brianna said with a clap of her hands. “Now, I hope you’re both in the mood for pancakes!”

            A minute later, the family was gathered in typical fashion for the morning meal. Brianna and Alyssa took up opposite seats at the table beside the patio door. The breakfast of pancakes, fruit, and OJ stretched before them for the taking.

            Under the table, sitting cross-legged in his proper place, was Cameron, facing his mother’s chair. This particular vantage point put him at eye level with the folds of her bathrobe just between her supple thighs. All it would take was for Brianna to lean forward with her leg spread, a pluck of the fluffy robe fabric, and she could have her son in a nigh-inescapable headlock between her maternal quads.

            Of course, she had no intention of playing pranks at this hour of the day. And not when Cameron’s breakfast was indeed in danger of getting cold, with three pancakes stacked on a plate laid upon the floor. Luckily, his mother was quick to avoid that risk, as she happily plunged her naked right foot directly into the syrup-sopped cakes. Her toes squirmed and grasped at the sticky crumbs, letting the sugary matter squish up between her bell-ended digits. Then for good measure, Brianna reached under the table, gripping the syrup bottle, and poured another dollop directly over her foot.

            Just on the off-chance it wasn’t perfectly clear already that Cameron was to make his mother’s foot an integral part of the feeding experience.

Tucking his hands behind his back, per the new family rules, Cameron inched onto his side and rested his chin over the edge of the plate. Inches away, Brianna’s elegant, richly pedicured size-eight foot steamed amongst the pithy remains of his “breakfast.” Her toes wormed and curled, inviting him closer.

            Not one to refuse a delicious breakfast, Cameron lurched forward to fully engage. He first gobbled up the stray bites of pancake which hadn’t been mashed under his mother’s lovely ped. After that, though, it was impossible not to sample the cakes without also sampling the butter-stained flesh of his mother’s foot, matured like a fine wine in her forties.

            This was the plan all along. Cameron tongued away pancake flakes from the ball of Brianna’s foot. He slurped syrup out of his mother’s gladly parted toes. The ravaged stack of cakes were practically molded around the large foot after it was stamped directly through the gooey mash, and Cameron was had no hesitation in chewing every scrap of it away from her marvelous instep. Helpfully, Brianna occasionally lifted her foot up from the mush to grant him access to new bites; strings of syrup guided her wrinkled sole’s arched revelation amongst the sweet mess.

            In these moments, Cameron happily gulped clumps of doughy pancake directly from the thick, tender creases of Brianna’s sole. Every once in a while his teeth would softly catch her skin, and he’d feel her flinch momentarily, not with pain but, as he’d come to notice, ticklish amusement. Eventually his mother’s burly toes found their way to his mouth and pawed suggestively at the lips. Always glad to oblige, Cameron opened his mouth and let his thoughtful parent jam her three largest toes atop his tongue for a thorough slurping away of the crumbs.

            Unable to help himself while he ate, the boy prodded at his crotch through the pajama bottoms, longing for release. However, he knew better than to go all the way in the presence of his family without permission. He compromised instead by lowering his frame down to the floor such that he could writhe his hips strategically on the carpet. Of course, matters weren’t helped when Alyssa’s wandering foot would occasionally jostle itself on his thigh, trying to pry her way under his leg and graze her toes on his bulge.

            For minutes on end, Cameron sucked his mother’s toes like his life depended on it, while Brianna and Alyssa carried on a perfectly normal conversation above about this and that: the weekend plans, Alyssa’s friends, the length of some starlet’s dress at the last awards show. All while each of the women semi-consciously toyed with Cameron in the most intimate of fashions, ways which they hardly deigned to think about at times, but which conversely flooded the boy in a rush of emotion, lustfulness, reticence, and humiliation.

            For beneath the indulgent surface of his new life, Cameron was never unaware of the identity-wrecking acts he was autonomously engaged in. At all times, those facts churned latently in his stomach, even when he was far more affected by stinging arousal. Sure, events like this breakfast, while twisted, were private. But Brianna and Alyssa had no intentions of staying in the shadows for the rest of their lives just because Cameron had agreed to be enslaved. He never had to wait long to have his inner (and outer) demons broadcasted for those beyond these four walls.

            Breakfast came to an end, with Cameron dangerously close to blue-balls. Just as easily as they’d started, both Brianna and Alyssa pulled their adventuresome bare feet off his body. For the last ten minutes, his sister had simply used him as a footstool, while his mother sportingly allowed him to lazily lap at her heels, even though all the pancake evidence had been swallowed, save for the odd puddle of syrup moisturizing her pale skin.

            Then, as per usual, Cameron found himself at sink doing the dishes, while his mother and sister watched a few episodes of some show they were piecemeal binge-watching on stream. He scrubbed the plates, while also smacking his lips at regular intervals, confirming that the flavor of his mother’s molasses-painted feet still lingered like a warm hug in his cheeks.

            “Get yourself cleaned up, loser,” Alyssa blurted loudly into Cameron’s ear after a lengthy period of solitude, suddenly breaking his concentration. “We’re going out in a while.”

            “Out?”

            “Yeah, I’m meeting up with some people, at the mall first, then we’re gonna hang out here. A couple of them specifically requested I bring you, actually. And no offense… actually, yeah, offense… you kinda stink like somebody’s feet.”

            Yeah, yours and Mom’s, Cameron thought to himself truthfully, but without malice. She was right, after all.

            “Soooo… hurry up, once you’re done with the dishes. But you probably don’t wanna take too long, cuz I’m about to shower, too, and I’m planning on using all of the hot water. That okay with you?”

            “Yes,” Cameron said, wincing at the thought of an ice-cold stream.

            “Yes, what?”

            “Yes, Princess.”

            “Good.” Alyssa leaned up, planted a quick kiss on her older brother’s cheek, then puckered her lips and spit a dollop of drool into his ear. She wet-willied him, twisting her thumb like a pinwheel, then patted his cheek and left him be.

            Cameron obediently finished his cleansing duties, wiped his hands, gathered his things while waiting for Alyssa to finish. Once cleansed in the ice-cold water, he was refreshed enough to win the approval of his family, and that was all that mattered, even as he was already slightly ill with the prospect of going to the mall with Alyssa and her friends. Who knew what he’d be asked to do there?

            When Alyssa was ready, she stowed her feet in strappy open-toe sandals, then whipped out the dog collar and leash. Never particularly keen about this part, Cameron kept his mouth shut and let his sister hang the thing around his neck like cheap jewelry, snap it closed, and take up the leash in her fist. The invisible intangible chain was made real. Not that Cameron wasn’t capable of unlatching the collar himself, but that was never what this instrument was about.

            “Have a nice time, you two!” Brianna beamed, waving at her kids as they headed out the door. She winked at each of them. “I’ll have some drinks and cookies waiting for you and your friends, all right?”

            “Cool!” Alyssa laughed as she and her brother hopped into the car. “I don’t feel like driving today, Cameron. You drive me there.”

            Obedient as ever, Cameron turned the ignition. Once they were on the road, Alyssa tired quickly of tugging on his leash to get his attention, and instead relaxed, while the speakers blared with her iPod music. Her feet propped up on the divider drawer, with the gritty soles of her sandals prodding at Cameron’s elbows every few seconds to remind him she was there.

            At the mall, Alyssa led her brother by his rope through the parking lot and up toward the glassy front door of the shopping center. All along the way, Cameron felt the eyes of onlookers questioningly studying him: the college-aged young man with a leash around his neck, gripped in the dainty, confident hands of his adorable younger sister. Maybe they’d think he had a mental disability and had to be guided around? Maybe he was on some bizarre parole? Or maybe they simply thought he was a human pet to his mother and sister, for their constant use and enjoyment?

            Cameron’s cheeks burned hotly with awareness of the strangers cocking an eye and raising a brow at him. Whispers passed between them. Whenever he started getting caught up on this fact, however, he felt the sharp tug of the leash and returned his gaze to the floor, watching and listening for Alyssa’s stylish summer sandals slapping on the tiled floor. This kept him, literally, grounded and, he decided, for the better.

            In the food court, Alyssa reunited with three gleefully waving individuals. The first two, Cameron was expecting to see: Hailee, a petite dimpled redhead in a midriff-bearing tee, Daisy Dukes, and white flip-flops; and Olive, an undeniably pretty but also well-built brunette who ruled Alyssa’s school rowing team and was never not wearing a triumphant smirk, a tan, and her favorite Chuck sneakers.

            The third girl waiting for them, however, filled Cameron with greater consternation and stomach-revolving than any of the strangers around the mall combined. It was Tess, an unassuming twenty-one-year-old with kindly silver-blue eyes, jet-black hair, and a trusting smile; she also happened to be Cameron’s ex-girlfriend of two years, and the only person who knew about his “eccentricities” prior to the ousting by his family. He wasn’t even sure he knew Alyssa and Tess were friends. Were they, or was this simply an ambush?

“Good to see ya!” Hailee cheered to Alyssa as they approached. She waved a stryofoam cup. “We got you a smoothie.”

            “Sweet. Gimme,” Alyssa joked as she slid into a seat at the court next to the others. She wound the leash around her fist, forcing Cameron to stop and kneel to avoid choking. As her brother bowed on the filthy floor and crawled beneath the table, the blonde sucked down a mouthful of the icy beverage. “Thanks for meeting me, guys. I just felt the urge to treat myself, you know?”

            “Heck yes,” Olive concurred. The athletic tower of a girl crossed her thick thigh over her knee beneath the table, grew a devilish grin, and leveled her age-weathered Chuck shoe against the side of Cameron’s head. The rubbery sole and grit-knitted laces teased a bitter aroma as the young man’s neck endured the pressure of the star rower casually controlling the movement of his head with her foot.

            “Well, how are we supposed to know what looks good, if we aren’t all here to tell each other?” Hailee giggled. Beneath the table, she idly kicked off one of her white flip-flops. Her peachy foot, with toes wriggling wildly, crested forward until it found Cameron’s cheek. For an instant she caressed his skin with her squishy sole. Then her little digits pinched around his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth and savor the silty, summer air of her hovering heel. The smell was humid and light, flavored with flowery lotion and grass roots. Hailee’s opposite foot glided expectantly along Cameron’s arm, and so he was obliged to awkwardly attempt a massage while her ped was still encased in the flip-flop: he squeezed and stroked her giddily bucking toes. To top it off, Alyssa’s sandals tapped in rhythm on Cameron’s inner thigh.

            “Thanks for inviting me, too, Alyssa,” Tess sighed. “I was in the mood to get out of the house.” She alone refrained from inching her shoes toward Cameron.

            Of course, Alyssa’s friends all understood the new rules when he was around: any game was a fair game, particularly when it came to their feet and reinstating Cameron’s status as a personal bitch.

            However, he hadn’t seen Tess, nor spoken to her, since beginning his enslavement. While Olive’s dirty Chuck cranked his neck from side to side, and Hailee’s toes restricted his oxygen, his vision alone drifted to Tess’s skinny-jeanned legs and her Ugg-boot concealed peds. He supposed it was just as well.

            “Don’t mention it, Tess. You know I love ya, even if my loser brother prefers being under me and my mom than you. So, are we gonna shop, or aren’t we?” Alyssa said. She yanked Cameron’s leash again, withdrawing him from the curious shoes of her friends; both Hailee and Olive looked disappointed. Tess only smiled winsomely.

            The group of five slowly trailed down the first wing of the mall: Alyssa, Hailee, Olive, and Tess in a line, while the leash hung behind and Cameron bringing up the caboose. As they all strolled, he was paid almost no mind by anyone, especially his ex-girlfriend. Somehow this was almost as embarrassing as her pressing the hard sole of her boot against his jaw under a table, if not more so. It was as if he didn’t exist.

            An hour passed, then another. Cameron was appointed the official pack mule of their purchases. He didn’t mind this at all, and in fact enjoyed the idea of being of actual use to them beyond his clear and primary utility as a foot soother. The first several stores were just clothing stores, boutiques, make-up shops: all of great fascination to the young women, of course, but Cameron was waiting for a very particular place. At last, after a meal of waffle fries Cameron ate hands-free from his sister’s sandal sole, the group approached a large site with a poster of an empowering black-leather heel on the side. All four girls except Tessa turned around and gawked at him, suppressing laughter.

            Alyssa ruffled her brother’s hair. “Almost to your favorite part, Cam. Just hang on.”

            The quintet set up shop around an unoccupied circle of chairs. Cameron was left alone with his leash in his own hands. Ironically, he almost felt like a lost child missing his guardian, while they dispersed to search for potential buys and, more importantly, tools with which to mercilessly tease him. Cameron was relieved when the four, especially his sister, returned with multiple boxes in hand.

            “What are you waiting for, Cam? These babies aren’t gonna try themselves on,” Alyssa taunted affectionately as she and the other three took seats at compass-direction points around the circle, leaving her brother in the middle.

            Goose bumps prickled over Cameron’s skin. They couldn’t have planned a more dreamlike scenario, simultaneously heavenly in the possibility of four young women waiting to have their shoes tried on, and also latently nightmarish at the prospect of it all being made public.

            “I want to go first!” Hailee piped up, ever-enthusiastic.

            “I’m second,” Olive chuckled.

            “Oh, fine. I’ll be a good host and let you all use him first,” Alyssa groaned sarcastically. “Tess? You want to have a go, too?”

            “I’ll think about it,” the dark-haired beauty agreed, resting her chin on her upturned fist and at last granting Cameron a lengthy, blank gaze”

            “Cool. All right, big bro, let’s see if you’ve got what it takes to be in this business,” Alyssa said, to a chorus of laughs from her friends. She whipped out her cell phone as Cameron delicately approached Hailee on his knees. “Try to tilt toward me a little bit, you guys. I’m gonna document this for my new Facebook album, and I want to make sure people can see how good of a job Cam’s doing at being our little foot slut.”

            More giggles sounded, but Cameron was already too entranced by the sight of Hailee’s petite, pink little feet in her dangling flip-flops. He cradled the first one with great reverence and slid the thong of it over the redhead’s ever-squirming toes. Then he did the other, leaving her pale, naked feet resting lithely in his open palms. Warm but not wet with sweat. Her digits gently grazed his wrists, curling and uncurling themselves. Tickled by a fresh round of goose bumps, Cameron reached for the cream-white flat she’d chosen to try on.

            While he’d wondered as he picked up her foot if her mind was in the same place as his, there was little guesswork involved. Her eyes twinkled.

            “Thank you, sir,” she snickered. “Here’s your tip.”

            While he balanced Hailee’s soft heel in one hand, her opposite foot rose to his chin. The girl’s big toe traced from one corner of his lips to the other, but didn’t push, as if merely saying a password; he gratefully opened his mouth and let Hailee’s precious cherried digits into his mouth.

            Meanwhile, he set about carefully guiding her opposite ped into the luxurious new flat. It was a diverting and uniquely stirring experience for Cameron, partaking in the platonic yet intimate act of gently helping Hailee’s foot into her new shoe, feeling the soft heft of her ped and her toes bunching through the leather; simultaneously, his nerve endings came alive as her pastry-like, bell-ended toes massaged over his tongue and gripped his bottom teeth.

            Flavors reminiscent of mall-sample soaps and summer campfires washed down his throat, and more were unveiled as Hailee’s toes reached for the walls of his cheeks. Already he felt his previously blue-balled crotch springing to life. From behind, Cameron heard multiple clicks of Alyssa’s camera; of course she had the volume on so he’d know just how many images were being saved. While he had the redhead’s earnest toes warming in his mouth, there were about ten taken.

            “I think these flats are winners,” Hailee declared, sliding her toes from the mouth of her friend’s older brother. Her peers golf-clapped. “What do you think, Cameron?”

            “I, uh…” he stammered. “I think they’re… nice.”

            The circle laughed again.

            “Now me,” Olive declared. The nearly six-foot-tall athlete shifted in her seat, straightening her back as though sitting in a throne. She snapped her fingers. “Get over here, little dude.”

            Deciding not to linger on the fact that he was technically taller than the girl, Cameron obeyed. He was practically magnetized over toward Olive, whose mere gaze demanded his compliance more than Hailee’s quiet, sugar-sweet exterior. As he neared, she lifted a broad leg and flexed her impressive calf. The hexagonal-celled rubber underside of her Chuck loomed ahead.

            “Off. Come on, now,” she demanded in a lower octave. The other girls went quiet, observing the commanding brunette’s handiwork. Cameron, of course, listened. He let her rest her heavy, earth-scented shoe upon his chest while he undid the laces. One than the other.

            Setting the storied Chucks aside on the carpet, Cameron looked to the open box of Olive’s chosen new footwear: a pair of impressive golden-hued gladiator sandals with crisscrossing straps nearly up to her knee. And then, looking to Olive and the socks she wore, stained gray and ratty from use and greasy sweat soaking, he realized there was another step first.

            “Take them off,” Olive purred.

            Cameron reached out and pinched the damp fabric in his fingertips, but she slapped him sportingly across the cheek with her thick sole.

            “Ah-ah,” she corrected. “Use your teeth.”

A murmur of glee arose from the others as Cameron opened his jaws and leaned in to extract Olive’s July-balmy sock. Upon tugging on the slightest corner of cotton, however, he deemed it was glued too closely to the girl’s large foot; he needed more leverage. Thus, reminding himself that he was already utterly bankrupt of any dignity, Cameron wrapped his lips over several of Olive’s sock-coated toes.

            The oily, sour glazing in the fibers instantly seeped over his tongue as he pulled, slowly unpeeling the too-small footwear from the rower’s ruddy, muscular foot. The second sock came off with even greater precision and another sticky puddle of foot sweat moated behind his teeth. Predictably, the boy’s member was now rising in his jeans. How typical. This act, of course, inspired a dozen snapped pictures from Alyssa.

            “Now lie down,” Olive cooed throatily. Her freshly revealed bare feet, shapely and dotted with soft veins, rested on the carpet and still steamed with hot, soggy air. To encourage him, she pressed a hand down atop Cameron’s head and shoved him to the floor. “If you want to play with them, you’re not going to make me keep my leg held out that long. And I still want to see what I’d look like as a gladiator.”

            It was tricky work, but Cameron made do. While prone on his back, his head below Olive’s thighs, the boy did his utmost to help the girl’s dense foot and sculpted calf through the threaded golden fencing of the gladiator sandal half-leg.

            All the while, just as before, his patience and dedication were rewarded with Olive’s other foot, still naked and toying with his head. For a minute at first, she simply fondled his face with her sole, smearing plenty of perspiration and flecks of toejam into his hair. However, when it came time to test his lips with her supple, weenie-sausage-esque toes, there was no coy requesting as Hailee had done. Olive simply jammed his mouth open and stuffed in four of her mealy digits. As many as she could cram.

            The acidic, almost milky zest of Olive’s foot inflated inside Cameron’s mouth. Again unlike Hailee, who was contented to let the boy lap and pamper her bite-sized toes, the tallest of the girls was intent on fitting as much of her ped into his jowls as possible. Already Cameron’s jaw hinge was beginning to ache, the ball of Olive’s foot keeping his lips pried wide open, as he blindly felt for the straps on the gladiator sandal. The gritty, brackish texture of her skin was simultaneously overpowering and welcome to his tastebuds, scraping off any leftover sock fluff onto his palate.

            Once bored with simply keeping Cameron gagged, Olive retracted her grape-sized toe tips from over his teeth and laid her moist, cotton-flecked sole on his cheek.

            “Stick out your tongue, footboy,” she instructed.

            He didn’t need to be told twice; Cameron opened his mouth as wide he could and poked his tongue out. As he looked to the side, he became aware that a few people passing by had paused in their jaunt, with shopping bags slung over their shoulders, to watch the quietly absurd escapade taking place on the shoe store floor. However, this view was quickly covered up by the descending visage of Olive’s mighty bare foot and her sweat-sticky, wrinkled sole.

            Her loping, buttery arch rocked back and forth on the flat of Cameron’s tongue. She carried on so long and vigorously, using his mouth as a living pumice stone for her broad heel and aggressive toes, the boy felt himself losing moisture. His pants tent was embarrassingly obvious, particularly to the passerby who stopped to watch. By the time he had the gladiator boot strapped fully onto Olive’s capable calf, his tongue was bone-dry.

            Clearly comfortable in front of a crowd, Olive stood triumphantly up. With her nude foot laid on the carpet beside Cameron’s face, she planted the gladiator boot upon him as though he were a beast recently slain by metaphorical warrior. The girls cheered, and the growing string of curious strangers beyond couldn’t help but smile at the humor of the act.

            “Not bad,” Olive chimed. She slumped back in her chair and scrunched her long toes around Cameron’s nostrils. “Go give someone else a turn now, you funny little freak.”

            Gratified, and almost rigid with animal horniness now, Cameron crawled back to his knees in the center of the circle. He looked to his sister, who snapped an especially identity-confirming photo of him, and then he turned to Tess.

            “C’mere, Cameron,” she said. She combed through her dark hair as she leaned back in the chair, her expression still completely unreadable.

            It was strange for Cameron to hear himself addressed by name without a lick of sarcasm curled into the syllables. Generally his family and sister’s friends had a slew of demeaning, amused pet names for him; if his name came up, it was usually to taunt him with the juxtaposition of his self-inflicted second class citizen status.

            The young man knelt in front of the black-haired beauty he once was so close with. Reaching for her nearest Ugg boot, she slid her foot away, and instead pressed the firm, ovular sole of the footwear against his chest.

            “No,” she said quietly. The rest of the group had gone similarly near-silent, as had the softly murmuring crowd around the shoe department.

            “Okay.” Cameron decided it was perfectly natural for Tess to feel too weird about all this to want to participate in his degradation-stroke-euphoria. He couldn’t blame her at all.

            “It’s just… so crazy to me, when I think about it,” she continued. “When I… realize…”

            There were any number of things she could say, and Cameron expected he’d have to agree with all of it.

            “…how long we were together and I couldn’t see you were being wasted, when I treated you like an equal,” Tess sighed, squinching her nose with some disgust. “I mean, it makes me feel dirty, when I actually think back on it. The fact that you went… unused for so long. When your sister told me all about this, I couldn’t believe it at first, but now that I see it, and think about all those times I slept over in your dorm room at school and you just wanted to pull my socks off, well… it all seems pretty right.”

            Cameron didn’t quite know what to say. He remained still as a statue, with his ex-girlfriend’s boot pressed with increasing weight on his chest cavity.

            Tess leaned forward. Shifting the other leg, she prodded at the protrusion in his jeans with the tip of her boot. “You’re pretty pathetic, you know, Cam?”

            “Yeah,” he sighed truthfully.

            “Kiss me one more time,” Tess said. She hoisted the mud-dried Ugg bottom up to the level of Cameron’s face. “Like you mean it.”

            Hesitating only a breath’s length when he realized just how many people were watching now, Cameron swallowed the last ghostly wisp of his pride and leaned it for a passionate kiss on the dirty, terrain-ridden sole of his ex’s shoe: the last hint of her he could ever hope to have the chance of adoring by her permission. Her other boot remained arched like a vice beneath his pants tent. The kiss endured for two uninterrupted minutes.

            “That was great. I actually got that on video,” Alyssa noted cheerfully. She clicked away on her phone. “And… uploaded. I bet there’s a lot of people who will get a kick out of this. I’m just gonna go ahead and tag everybody you used to hang out with, okay, bro? Wouldn’t want anybody to miss it.”

            Three hours later, with everyone’s new shoes purchased, plus several full outfits, Cameron was guided by leash once again back to the car. While chauffeuring his sister home, in lieu of the pop tunes, Cameron was treated to a running monologue from Alyssa as she read off the various comments posted to social media, where she’d not only put up two-dozen photos of him suckling her friend’s toes on the floor of a mall, but also a three video of Tess utterly dominating him to the basin of his soul with just a single peck on her Ugg.

            There were strings of amused emojis from classmates, confusion from friends, rants of revulsion from past dates and girlfriends, and cousins who curious to try out Cameron’s willing mouth on their own overworked tootsies. All these facts made him shrivel up inside and yet, somehow, still seethe with hope, particularly for that final invitation.

            Back home, followed closely behind by the others, Cameron was led back inside and freed from his leash. Of course, he still made sure to follow closely behind Alyssa as they entered the living room, where Brianna had neatly tidied the place, turning the couches and chairs inward to facilitate conversation, and prepared lemonade and two varieties of cookie on the coffee table.

            “Come in, come in!” Brianna called out as the other girls filed in. The woman was nothing if not a life-long and earnest hostess, always looking for opportunities to entertain guests. She ushered them forward. “Get comfortable, kick off your shoes by the door, and come grab a cookie!”

            Clearly delighted, the three guests plus Alyssa and Cameron piled into the living room and took up the seats in the circle around the refreshments. Both Hailee and Olive had already happily tugged their feet out of their shoes, propping them over a knee as an early indication of what Cameron would be snacking on while they snacked on the cookies.

Admittedly, Cameron harbored a secret wish that they might choose to double team him: one petite, sweet, petunia-scented foot and one calloused, abusive, sour-ointment-infused foot. The perfect angle and devil on his shoulders. However, before his sister could force his head down against the carpet beside her joyously wriggling toes, Brianna spoke up.

            “Why don’t you give me a turn with him, dear? You’ve had your brother all to yourself for several hours now, after all,” Brianna said with a wink. She curled a beckoning finger in her son’s direction as one might to a mutt-in-training. “Come, Cameron. I’ve cleared a nice space for you on the floor here.”

            She had indeed, and while Cameron still felt the heavy aura of disgrace hanging overhead after how low he’d been stamped physically and emotionally by Hailee, Olive, and Tess, he decided it was in his best interest to continue going with the flow. He’d fallen this far, after all; why not do his best to enjoy the descent?

            Alyssa sighed and relented control of her brother, joining her friends in the circle. Cameron bowed before his mother where she sat on the armchair. Rather than have him lie prone, though, Brianna instead had her son turn around, with his back to her chair. This way, he made a nice La-Z-Boy rest, as she crested her legs over his shoulders; Brianna’s supple calves hugged Cameron nearer to the chair, while her large feet dangled just above his waist: the perfect distance to grant them the attention they’d been deprived while he was away.

            For over an hour, the five women made raucous small talk, reviewing the younger girls’ college search, Tess’s job plans, and jokingly hinting at all their latest relationship stories. Many laughs and loving taunts were shared.

            Through it all, Cameron kept silent, unacknowledged by any words. Instead he made himself useful, kneading his mother’s spongy soles in figure-eights with his thumbs and working the kinks out of her toes. After a while, whenever the imposing blonde parent got tired of one position for her legs, she’d cross one over her knee. This not only cutely imprisoned Cameron behind her leg, but also offered him a uniquely face-level treat: his mother’s expansive, waiting, recently cocoa-butter-lotioned foot. In a corn-on-the-cob formation, the boy ran his tongue along the length of his parent’s foot and nibbled in all her favorite places, where the flesh was thickest.

            Across the coffee table, all four girls watched him with wide eyes and haughty smiles plastered on their lips.            Once satisfied with that kindness from her son, Brianna might shift backward in the chair, clamping her son’s neck in her ample thighs. Just as quickly, then, she’d lurch forward in the chair again, letting her soles graze the boy’s erection through his pants.

            By this point in the day, Cameron was itching for release down below; it took all his strength not to rip his fly open and pump away, even with his sister, her friends, and his ex in the brightly lit room and watching his every move with great interest.

            Fortunately, he knew that above all others who utilized him in his new life position, Brianna was the most empathetic and sweetly enabling of her child’s needs. The longer she teased him, wrapping her toes over the bulge in his pants and making it bob side to side, he knew it wouldn’t be long.

            “It was so nice of you all to come by for this evening,” Brianna enthused. As she spoke, without even looking, she cradled her son’s head in her palm and guided him to lie flat on the floor at her feet like a rug. She smiled, shaking her head with unmitigated delight at the successful, self-assured young women who surrounded her. “As much as I hear about you three from Alyssa, it’s always so good to see you in person. And Tess, especially, thank you for coming by. Though I imagine these new circumstances must have been a little odd, we all, and I’m sure Cameron too, appreciated seeing you.”

            Tess shrugged bashfully, then smiled, evidently grateful for their support. Her piercing blue gaze brightened again as she watched her ex-boyfriend, lying on his back and supporting his mother’s weary, pedicured feet, while the woman consciously undid her child’s zipper. Brianna’s gentle fingers parted the folds of his underwear and curled around his hard-on.

            Cameron shivered with need. Still, he considered voicing a concern about the etiquette of what was happening right now. Another tug, and suddenly his erection was out of his pants. Regardless of his reservations, though, he had one of his mother’s feet clamping his thighs down, and the other arched across his face, silencing any complaints and turning his words into kisses on her sole. There was no backing out now.

            “Well, thank you for having me,” Tess said, sipping on her lemonade. “Especially Cameron. Is he gonna try any of those cookies, by the way? They’re super good.”

            She suppressed a guffaw as the group of girls witnessed Brianna’s regal, motherly acts. Without a word, the blonde hostess lifted her broad foot and squashed it lovingly down on Cameron’s erection. Reaching to the table, then, the woman picked up a chocolate chip cookie, still warm and gooey, and reached toward the floor. Lifting her opposite sole an inch from her son’s lips, Brianna smeared the sugary treat along her skin and between her toes, gathering luscious crumbs and streaks of milk chocolate in the creases of her sole.

            “She’s right. Don’t be rude, sweetie,” Brianna said to her son, with one foot on his face and one on his tormented cock. “Join us for some refreshment, won’t you?”

            Absolutely overcome with the yin-yang of stinging desire and mortified discomfort, Cameron gave in.

            The happy judgment of his sister, her friends, and his ex-girlfriend burned on his skull, but he didn’t care anymore. Cameron opened his lips and masticated across his mother’s sole, sopping up the chocolate and crumbs, all vaguely spiced of Brianna’s well-maintained foot skin. In tandem, he relaxed all his muscles to the level of a ragdoll as his mother’s opposite foot expertly masturbated him: the pliable sole caressing his shaft and her hot toes dancing across the tip. After a full day of teasing and sampling, it didn’t take long at all to push him over the edge.

            Cameron briefly convulsed, still in the process of lapping foot-flavored-chocolate from his mom’s toe crevices, and climaxed against Brianna’s heel. In the comedown, she continued to pet his wilting hard-on with a velvety sole. Even in the throes of pleasure from a long-built-up orgasm, Cameron still felt the mental pinpricks of the girls’ eyes seeing him more and more as a living doll by the minute.

            The irony was that, despite no longer being subject to his mother’s shrinking methods, Cameron felt smaller and more vulnerable than ever in his life. Somehow he couldn’t summon any surprise, then, to realize he was satisfied with this reality. An hour later, the girls at last parted ways from Alyssa and Brianna, hugging and laughing all the way out the door. Each cast a meaningful, power-drunk glance toward Cameron on their way out.

            “Go ahead and clean up the cookies, honey,” Brianna said to her son as he wiped the table down. She arched her generous foot on the carpet. “Then come up to my bed whenever you’re ready.”

            “You get him? Ugh…” Alyssa groaned, admirably bratty as ever. “Fine. But I get him tomorrow night. All night.”

            Cameron still felt and savored the presence of the judgment of everyone he’d serviced today: their knowledge that he, by definition of his newfound role, was beneath them, and deservedly so. He already couldn’t wait to be of use to everyone he loved for another full day.

Cameron was startled awake by a feeling of undeniable, head-spinning arousal coursing through his veins. Blearily, he batted his eyes in the morning light, then was momentarily surprised at the sight that lay before him: a feminine, mature bare foot resting very comfortably sole-down on his pajama-clad hard-on. Then, once reality caught up with Cameron again, he recalled that after the debacle of his family discovering his love of their feet, and shrinking him down to doll-size as their personal slave, they’d returned him to full height with his subservient instincts intact. That still took a little getting used to.

            Especially because that large, naked foot belonged to his own mother, Brianna. While he was often made to sleep on the floor when his sister Alyssa “got him” for the night, their parent’s bed was ample enough that he could lay peacefully by the mattress end, acting as a personal warmer and masseuse for Brianna’s lucky feet throughout the night.

            That slightly pudgy, pinkish slab of her sole pressed harder into his pants tent. Her thick toes dreamily scrunched, gripping the fabric of the pajamas and briefly tightening them, before the arch would flex again against the lump of his manhood. Her steady breathing told Cameron his mother was still asleep. Yet merely by her unconscious choice of footrest, she was driving him wild.

            Afraid to rouse his parent from her beauty rest, Cameron lay paralyzed in place for another hour, with Brianna’s sleepily twitching foot gently squashing his erection. The prolonged arousal was just starting to produce a blue-ball high, when the woman’s breathing changed. She softly smacked her lips, murmured, and awoke. Out of routine, the lovely buxom blonde matriarch stretched her limbs. While her hands extended above the headboard, her foot was pressed harder than ever into Cameron’s crotch, her curved sole flush with his aching member, and her long toes curled just over the tip of it through the flimsy cotton. The boy was breathless.

            “Mmm…” Brianna sighed luxuriously. “I guess somebody could hardly wait to start the day, huh?”

            “N-No…” Cameron mumbled.

            “I’m sure others your age would prefer to wake up to the smell of crackling bacon and eggs, maybe some relaxing music. But you’re a boy of simple tastes, aren’t you, dear? All you need is a nice pretty foot snuggled into your privates, and you’re happy.” On the final word, Brianna gave her foot another pump like a gas pedal, pinning her son’s hard-on against his thigh through the pajamas. Cameron flinched, but only nodded in response. After that, however, the woman gentled, and ticklishly grazed her firm big toe back and forth along his shape through the fabric.

            “Y-Yes.”

            “Yes, what?”

            “Yes, Queen.”

            “That’s my good boy. You know, I sometimes think what a shame it was that your sister and I didn’t discover this side of you earlier, before you left for college. Really, I think we could’ve all gotten on famously, just like we do now, if you’d come clean and gone down to your proper place.”

            Stealthily, Brianna’s opposite foot pressed against Cameron’s stomach, essentially anchoring him in place on the mattress, then proceeded to pluck at the elastic waistband of his pajamas with her big toes. Progressively, she pinched them higher, until at last that foot expertly slid into her son’s pants, while the opposite ped kept his hardened member propped up against her lush sole. “But it’s no matter. What’s important is that we all know the truth now, and we’re all the happier for it.”

            Cameron gurgled weakly as his mother proceeded to massage his dick along her bare sole. She alternately hammered it with the ball of her foot, then switched to a more ticklish caress in the slope of her deep, meaty arch. The harder she pressed, pushing him further into the heady space of pre-orgasm, his pajamas slipped lower down his thighs, until they were only tangled around his knees, giving Brianna the full range of motion.

            “I wonder what your friends would think of you now, dear. I know you haven’t spent much time with them recently, seeing as you’re too occupied now keeping me and your sister happy,” Brianna drawled. “But all the same, I can’t help but think how amusing it might be for them to get a glimpse of you. Perhaps someday, once you’ve had more training in your new role, we can invite some of them over. I’m sure you have some old classmates who’d be curious to see what you’ve been… up to. Maybe even some of your favorite teachers. Like that Ms. Heather I know you had such a crush on. What would she think of all this, do you think, sweetie?”

            Cameron could only nod. His mother and sister had each made it a hobby of verbally degrading him while gracing his sinful member with their lovely feet; it was an unspoken contract that in order to be aroused, he had to be simultaneously insulted and depressed. At this point, though, Cameron was willing to put up with anything to get his next foot-fix.

            Brianna carried on with expert technique. Though her feet were long and a bit pudgy in appearance, she was deft and precise with them. Cameron had already turned to putty from the contact with his mother’s warm, slightly sweat-sticky feet. The air was squelched from his lungs when he felt Brianna’s soles go rigid, clasping both peds into a dense sandwich-shape, with his meek cock in between. From there, all it took was a little more pumping encouragement for Cameron to shudder to climax.

            Sighing, the woman regally withdrew from the bedding and pulled on a robe. She tilted her head to the side, looking pitifully at her shameful toy of a son where he still laid in the tangle of covers, breathing heavily to recover from the footjob.

            “What do we say, now?” Brianna questioned.

            “T-Thank you,” Cameron gulped. “Queen.”

            “Oooh, you’re becoming so wonderful with your manners, Cameron. Much better than before these recent life adjustments we’ve made. Really, all the time, you show me why this is the proper order of things. Get up now, please.”

            Cameron rolled out of the bed, feeling pretty pathetic standing with his lower half exposed in front of his mother. It was difficult to be certain, but he was pretty sure Brianna looked a smidge taller than him now, which wasn’t always the case. He started to pull the flannel pants back up, but Brianna lithely hoisted her bare foot directly between her son’s thighs, preventing him from fully clothing again.

            “Mmm, I don’t think so,” she cooed, scrunching her toes against his leg. “Why don’t you just put on some boxers, dear? It will make it easier if your sister and I decide to... play with you a little during breakfast.”

His mother didn’t need to repeat that command. Cameron hustled to the dresser, grabbed his underwear, and tugged them on. When he looked to his curvy bombshell of a mother again, she’d cinched her robe tight, and was standing in front of her fuzzy cotton-candy-colored slippers, impatiently thumping her toes on the carpet.

            “Well?” she said pleasantly, and cleared her throat.

            Getting the hint, Cameron quickly bowed back on his haunches and picked up the first slipper. Then, cradling his mother’s instep, he guided her thick toes into the furry hovel of the footwear. Only when her heel was comfortably settled inside did he tend to the opposite. By the time he was done and standing back at attention, his boxers were guiltily tented again.

            “Feeling frisky this morning, are we?” Brianna giggled. She wagged her finger at him, then purposefully pressed her firm digit down on his dick through the fabric and let it spring back up. The woman continued to snicker warmly at her son’s twitching reaction. “Now, now. Enough playing around. Go help your sister if she needs it, then come downstairs and we’ll have something to eat.”

            Cameron dutifully trundled to his little sibling’s bedroom, knocked, and entered when given groaned permission from the still-half-asleep eighteen-year-old mistress. Alyssa was underneath the covers, save for her bare feet, which hung out from under the corner. She wrinkled her soles when he approached and splayed her toes, inviting him nearer. Taking the hint, Cameron knelt beside the bed and took hold of his sister’s feet, proceeding to massage them for several blissful minutes. He kissed each individual toe, just how she liked.

            Alyssa, being shorter and more slender than Brianna, had always possessed more petite feet, though they were just as nimble and dexterous as her mother’s. The dirty-blonde’s creamy, pale soles were a delight for Cameron to rub, and each soft marshmallow toe he granted care and attention, kneading them between his fingertips. Ten minutes later, Alyssa batted her foot at her brother’s face to make him stop and proceeded to slide her way out of bed. She, too, stood expectantly beside her slippers until Cameron did his job and helped lead her athletic peds inside the footwear, Cinderella-style. Alyssa patted her sibling’s head like a good dog, grazed her slipper along the front of his boxers to make him shudder, then marched out of the room.

            Downstairs, Cameron wordlessly ducked under the kitchen table and waited patiently on his knees, his hands folded in his lap, while his family prepared breakfast. This part of the new daily routine took some getting used to, especially if Alyssa was amused enough to snap some photos of him for her social media accounts. Nevertheless, there was a particular kind of depraved joy to be had when Cameron fully engaged in the mealtime arrangement his mother and sister had devised.

            Today, there was a new addition: a plastic Lazy Susan wheel, usually used for rotating a family-style course atop the table. However, because it was under the table, Cameron could guess that instead meant it was there to turn him into a “family-style” toy. He obediently balanced on it as best he could. At last, Brianna and Alyssa took their seats, and the playful meal began.

            First, Cameron’s mother leaned down and placed a plate of fruit and a Danish pastry in front of him. However, she quickly pressed her heavy slippered sole into his chest to prevent him from reaching out toward it. Not that the boy would’ve acted without permission first, anyway. Gingerly, Brianna pulled her slippers off and set them aside; without delay, she nestled both naked peds upon the plate of food. One foot worked on crushing the fruit into a juicy pulp, while the other easily squashed the Danish into a mess of frosting. Cameron watched with great interest as his mother’s feet dragged his breakfast in circles.

            He jolted, however, when he felt something between his legs that wasn’t an erection. From across the table and behind, Alyssa had flexibly extended her own bare foot all the way under her brother’s bent legs, until her toes were nuzzled directly under his boxer-clad junk. Those beady digits tickled his manhood, just to remind him she was there, and then proceeded to caress both her feet along Cameron’s thighs. This wasn’t necessarily for his benefit, though, even though it did make him all the hornier; knowing what was required without words, Cameron clamped his thighs tight in order to keep his sister’s busy feet warm, just how she liked.

            Meanwhile, Brianna had finished “preparing” her son’s breakfast, and bunched her toes around some mashed strawberries, before lifting her foot off the plate and placing it in front of Cameron’s mouth. He watched crimson juices trickling down his mother’s plush, mature sole and licked his lips. His stomach grumbled. Wasting no further time, Cameron wrapped his mouth over as much of his mother’s beefy toes as he could fit, slurping the strawberry chunks out of the crevices and suckling the juices out of her unwashed skin. As if he wasn’t already aroused enough from having his sister’s feet jammed between his thighs, reaping the strawberry-infused flavors of fabric softener and night sweat out of his mother’s lovely, juicy peds put Cameron over the edge. With just a touch of aid, he’d surely cum again.

            Up above, Brianna and Alyssa were happily engaged in conversation about a variety of topics completely unrelated to Cameron: her friends, boys at school, vacation plans. If an outsider were to walk through the kitchen, and fail to see below the level of the table, they might have thought this was a perfectly ordinary breakfast, and Cameron never existed.

            Below was a much different world. After Brianna’s feet were mostly clean of strawberry, she plunged her thick sole back into the plate and continued trampling the remains. Alyssa’s feet were pried free from her brother’s thighs, and with impressive precision, the girl turned the Lazy Susan using her toes, until her kneeling brother now faced her instead. Immediately she lifted her foot to his beltline, pinched her long toes under the elastic, and yanked Cameron’s boxers down just low enough that his manhood was allowed to spring free overtop. From there, Alyssa had him at her mercy, and heaved her pinkish sole into his hard-on, pinning it against his stomach. The boy winced, but didn’t budge; while one foot affectionately smashed his erection, the girl’s other ped was crossed over her knee and raised to Cameron’s face, giving Alyssa the perfect vantage to shove her big toe inside his mouth.

Once Cameron had thoroughly swabbed his sister’s bitter-tasting yet beautiful toe along his inner cheek, he felt her sole releasing its vice on his cock. Suddenly the Lazy Susan was spinning again, with such speed that he was nearly tossed off of it; Brianna’s strong calves allowed her to thrust the device around at alarming pace. She didn’t give her son time to catch his breath before the ball of her foot, this time smeared with cakey Danish, was kissed forcibly to Cameron’s lips.

            He responded in kind by making out with Brianna’s pastry-strewn sole. The boy opened his lips as wide as possible as though trying to grapple with a candy jawbreaker, rather than a hunk of his mother’s firm foot. He sucked and cleaned the delicious crumbs from the bottom of her foot, and when he was through, Brianna arched her toes into Cameron’s tired lips. She’d collected a large volume of pastry in the divots between her regal piggies, so the boy had his work cut out for him licking, suckling, and nibbling every scrap of it off his own mother’s damp naked foot. When this portion was finished, the wheel spun again, and Alyssa’s rotund heel came swinging for her brother’s dick.

            Breakfast concluded without a single word being addressed to Cameron. Brianna and Alyssa had enjoyed an animated conversation covering every topic except him, even though they’d simultaneously taken rapid turns feeding their slave from their feet and toe-tickling his erection well into blue-ball territory. By the end, as mother and daughter worked on cleaning up the mess, Cameron stayed hunched on the Lazy Susan, out of breath, his face painted in gummy breakfast food, and his desperate member aching to release.

            “I suppose we ought to get ready for the day,” Brianna sighed. “I’m expecting company in a little while, after all.”

            Company? Who could that mean, Cameron wondered.

            Alyssa had plans of her own with the same friends she’d spent the previous day teaching to humiliate Cameron. While she freshened up in her bedroom and eventually departed with a cheery farewell to her family, the broken foot-slave was on duty with his mother.

            Brianna took her time with a luxurious shower, followed by the selection of her outfit and application of her makeup, during which Cameron followed her around on his knees the entire time, massaging her freshly washed feet whenever she paused.

            Glossy and sweet-smelling after being sudsed and rinsed, Brianna’s large feet were a particular pleasure for Cameron to pamper. He adored this part of the semi-regular routine, as it felt appropriately private, given his altered familial relationships. His mother would arch her thick, shapely foot off the carpet and bring it to rest upon her son’s crossed thigh, which gave him the chance to work his fingers between her toes and circle his thumbs on her soles. Here and there, Cameron sneaked an extra sampling of his mother’s feet, either sharply inhaling the citrus soap aroma from out of her sole wrinkles, or even flicking his tongue at the bulb of her big toe. Brianna pretended not to notice, but she wore an ear-to-ear smile the whole time. Almost as if she was hiding something devious.

            “Come along now, dear,” Brianna instructed. “Company will be here soon.”

            “Okay,” he said. “Do you… want me to stay in my old room?”

            “Don’t be silly,” she said, tousling the boy’s hair. “You’ll be showing off some of your new talents today.”

            Brianna led the way back downstairs, though she still hadn’t mentioned anything about who was coming. Cameron couldn’t help but think back to her seemingly idle jokes this morning about inviting former friends to witness his foot-flavored undoing. Who was it now? One of her coworkers? A neighbor? Perhaps even his aunt, whose promiscuous and free-spirited demeanor would make her a thoroughly involved guest; secretly, Cameron longed to be beneath his aunt’s pretty feet, which had entered middle age like fine wine.

            In the living room, Brianna set out coffee and muffins, then took a seat in the armchair. Cameron, as usual, acted as a footrest in front. For a long while, the woman brushed her plush sole over her son’s face, earning a kiss on her deep arch with each pass. The other foot found a place on his stomach, occasionally taunting his boxer waistline again. Cameron was shivering now. It took all his willpower to keep his hand off his tool.

            “Oh, sweetie. You look like you’re almost in pain,” Brianna cooed, glancing to his full-standing hard-on. She took another sip of coffee, then gave her son a fawning look. Her toes scrunched and rolled back and forth on his lower lip. “C’mon. I don’t have all day. Open up that pretty mouth, then go ahead and take care of yourself down there. I just showered, so I don’t need more of your mess on me.”

            Eternally grateful, Cameron opened his jaws and let in his mother’s four biggest toes. Brianna continued relaxing, aside from dropping a tissue into her boy’s hand to catch the refuse. When he finished, Cameron quaked, wiped himself off, but continued enjoying Brianna’s fleshy digits in his mouth a few minutes more. Always the kind mother, she allowed this without comment. Finally, the doorbell rang.

            When Brianna returned to the living room with a single guest behind her, not even with a thousand guesses could Cameron have predicted their identity. Yet there stood Ms. Heather, his eleventh grade English teacher, and a woman he’d harbored a lustful crush over for a very long time. She looked just as the boy remembered her: tall, elegant, slender, with honey-colored shoulder length blonde hair. Ms. Heather was even clad in similar suggestively alluring attire from those bygone school days, including a colorful top, dark skirt, sheer pantyhose, and black flats.

            Cameron’s jaw hung open at the sight of his beautiful, youthful, smart-as-a-whip schoolteacher standing there in the living room with a radiant smirk on her face. Abruptly, he realized just how exposed he was in his pajama shirt and boxers. His instinct was to run for the stairs and change, but something kept him rooted in place.

            “Say hello to Ms. Heather, dear,” Brianna said. “Really, we practiced this.”

            “S-Sorry,” he muttered, and hung his head. “Good morning, Ms. Heather.”

            “Good morning to you, too, Cameron,” the perky visitor said; her mirthful voice was just as energetic as though he was entering her classroom for another lesson. She crossed her arms. “It’s certainly been a while, hasn’t it?”

            Cameron nodded, looking from his mother to his teacher. What was the meaning of this? He knew his mother was aware of his crush on Ms. Heather, since she’d teased him about it this very morning, but surely there was no way that was the reason why the woman had shown up for coffee?

            “Why don’t you take a seat?” Brianna said. “There’s plenty of room on this sofa over here, where you can reach the refreshments, if you like.”

            “Don’t mind if I do! Thank you.”

            “Anyway, like I was telling you over the phone…” Brianna continued, once Ms. Heather was seated. “…Cameron always greatly admired you as a teacher, and from our parent-teacher conferences a few years ago, you always had such sweet things to say about my son. Well, now that Cameron has reached a new stage of life, so to speak, I thought it would be just lovely if we had you over!”

            She patted her son’s head, indicating for him to drop back to his knees in front of the couch. Cameron obeyed, hoping to become invisible; his cheeks burned hot with embarrassment that his favorite teacher was seeing him in this state. Despite the oddity of this scene, Ms. Heather was polite enough to only look to Brianna while she spoke.

            “Well, I’m glad you did. I miss seeing Cameron in class,” Ms. Heather said, and at last addressed her former student. She cutely wrinkled her nose at him, then reached out, cupping his cheek in her palm. “Did you miss me?”

            “Y-Yea…” Cameron mumbled. He was caught somewhere between elation at the feeling of his gorgeous teacher’s hand on his face, and the soul-crushing humiliation of this whole scenario.

            “Cameron’s just a little caught off-guard today, I imagine,” Brianna laughed. “Especially when you realize how many years he had a crush on you, Ms. Heather. In fact, who’s to say he doesn’t still?”

            The boy froze in place, though his teacher’s hand didn’t leave his cheek. Cameron’s stomach was roiling. Yet the visitor smiled, if not in a piteously demeaning humor. Ms. Heather chuckled.

            “I always had my suspicions, of course,” she said. Ms. Heather crossed her nylon-encased leg, so that her foot in its black flat bobbed just below Cameron’s chin. “What with all the time you spent in class staring at my feet instead of paying attention to the lessons.”

            Unveiled, and feeling more naked than ever, Cameron wanted to curl up into himself now and make this shameful wet-nightmare go away. Still, he was too transfixed by the sight of his teacher’s glorious foot hovering just in front of him, close enough to see the flickering shine of her pantyhose when she flexed. Indeed, he’d spent most days of class gawking at those stunning peds: whether they were being arched back at the blackboard, dangled under a desk, or simply sauntering around the room.

            “He looks a little surprised, doesn’t he?” Brianna laughed.

            “Just a bit,” Ms. Heather agreed.

            “I’m sure that’ll make things much more entertaining,” the mother replied, then looked her son in the eye. “Cameron, dear, I thought it might be nice if you had a little one-on-one time with your old crush, just to get reacquainted. I’m going to take care of a couple things in the other room. Be polite, honey. Don’t embarrass me, please.”

            Brianna departed, leaving her son alone on his knees in front of his English teacher, with all his scandalous secrets out in the open. Cameron had trouble meeting Ms. Heather’s gaze, but her fingers tucked under his chin, guiding him to look up at her again.

            “No need to be shy here, Cameron. You’d think after all this time, and all those days you spent longing for what you couldn’t have, you’d be more excited to see me.”

            “Sorry,” he gasped. It still seemed like a dream, that he was bowed before the luscious blonde educator. His boxers were already tightening again, though thankfully, he was hunched enough to partially conceal it. “It’s nice to see you.”

            “That’s better,” she said kindly. She raised an eyebrow as she glanced below his belt. “Maybe I spoke too soon. It seems you are excited to see me. You know, when your mother invited me over, and told me all about your situation, my intention was never to have fun at your expense. Granted, it sounded like you would be good to use for some fun, but it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Just like I used to tell you and the rest of my students, how a situation turns out, good or bad, is always up to you. Do you remember?”

            Speechless, Cameron nodded.

            “Good. Now, be a nice boy, and take off my shoes.”

            The following minutes rolled by in a sensuous fog for Cameron. He plucked those black flats off, then at Ms. Heather’s instruction, sniffed the salty interior. Once they were set aside, he was next tasked with peeling off her sheer pantyhose and inhaling these, too. Cameron did so an inch at a time, rolling the fabric down her toned calves, over her rounded heels, under her soles, then off her wiggly toes. Every move he made played out exactly like his adolescent fantasies, except usually he didn’t feel so powerless and stripped of dignity in dreams; nevertheless, Cameron wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Ms. Heather watched all this with fascination, her chin resting on her hand.

            “Lie back, Cameron. Your mother seems to think very highly of your uses. Let’s get a look at them now, shall we?”

            Like a trained puppy, Cameron went prone. He watched, mouth-watering, as both of Ms. Heather’s newly nude feet descended over the sofa’s edge. One foot hovered over his face, coming to rest with her enviable sole right over his mouth. Even before he opened his lips, the boy could taste flowery lotion and odorous funk of her pantyhose-hugged skin. The other ped found a home on his hip, with her toes tapping mere inches away from his erection. Startled at the sudden intimacy of the woman’s approach, Cameron quickly learned to hold still and await a new lesson from his former teacher.

            Ms. Heather was a natural: not the doe-eyed foot-sex object Cameron might’ve dreamed her to be during his latent fantasies, but in fact a sure-minded, domineering demigoddess. She didn’t even have to ask him to open his mouth. Her toes grinding over his lips opened the way, and once his jaws were parted, Cameron soon had all of his teacher’s digits scraping across his tongue and massaging her oily toeprints into his palate. Her other foot settled comfortably against his erection, even flossing the taut boxer fabric between digits, until her foot could peek through the buttoned fly and stroke the meaty curve of her toe along the back of his manhood.

            “Go on, Cameron. Be a good host. You obviously didn’t amount to much based on the merits of your brain, so let’s see what the rest of you can manage,” Ms. Heather purred. She shoved her foot as deep as it go could into Cameron’s maw without gagging him. Her plump big toe flirted with his uvula. “Show me what you were thinking about every single hour of every single day you spent in my class.”

Terrified, aroused, and excoriated, Cameron hungrily sucked his teacher’s toes for all he was worth. They tasted as fantastic as they smelled; the rough, fleshy, floral notes ballooned in his olfactory senses. Pinching his tongue between her big and second toe, Ms. Heather dragged his muscle all the way out and proceeded to slake her sole across it, back and forth. Eventually, her opposite foot wrestled its way through the boxer fly and began violently jacking his dick, running the ball of her foot to the heel along his head with such ferocity that Cameron was in danger of a friction burn as well as an orgasm. Each foot was performing the same deliriously tempting act, one on Cameron’s tongue and one on his dick.

            Somewhere along the way, the boy began to moan. He could scarcely breathe, let alone move, and utterly in Ms. Heather’s thrall. Pleasure wracked his bones, while grating humiliation electrified his nerves. If only it would never stop, and yet still stop this very instant, he could be happy again. God, what did he want? Cameron hadn’t been so emotionally or sexually confused since his sister and mother first turned him into their personal pet.

            Nevertheless, he came harder than he had in days, which was saying something, considering how often the horny slave was coaxed to climax. Ms. Heather didn’t stop the rhythm of her feet despite his completion, and continued right on battering his tongue and nudging his member. The weary boy lay like a limp noodle, letting his teacher have her fun for a while longer, until his mother returned from the other room. Only then did the wonderful and sickening fantasy-come-reality come to a close.

            “Looks like you two have been having a nice catch-up conversation,” Brianna said.

            “Oh, we have,” Ms. Heather said, already pulling her pantyhose back up. Those magic feet slid back into her flats. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid I have to get going. But I would simply love to do this again sometime!”

            “Consider ours an open door. You have the invitation to return anytime. I can’t imagine how much it meant to Cameron to see you again, and not just because of his adorable schoolboy crush on you.”

            Feeling particularly meaningless, Cameron stayed on the floor as his mother finished chitchatting with Ms. Heather, escorted her to the door, and said goodbye. No one came back for him. The boy summoned just enough dignity to rebutton his boxers, but otherwise remained where he was left, like a discarded tissue. A post-orgasm nap followed. Hours later, he heard the garage door, followed by his sister’s confident strides entering the room. Suddenly Alyssa was standing above him, with his head between her sandals.

            “Okay, loser,” she snickered. “I have to get a lot of homework done right now in my room since I was gone all day, so you’re gonna keep me company under the desk, okay?”

            “Sure. P-Princess.”

            “Ha! That wasn’t a real question. You’re coming whether you wanted or not. Thanks for remembering your name for me, though,” Alyssa snickered. Surprisingly, she whipped out the dog collar and pre-attached leash, and before her brother knew what was happening, she looped it around his neck.

            “I… thought we were just going to your room?”
            “Oh, we are, but I just like how you look with a collar on,” the girl whispered, a kinky glint in her eye. With her pet brother hooked up, she guided him through the hallway, up the stairs, and to her bedroom. Every step of the way, she unnecessarily tugged the leash, until Cameron found it was easier to walk on all fours and nearer to his sister’s greedy hands. When they reached Alyssa’s bedroom, the trained boy crawled to his place beneath the cramped desk. There wasn’t much room to operate, and even less once the girl had taken a seat and tucked her legs underneath, but he made do. He always did.

            For a couple hours, Alyssa toiled away on all the homework she’d procrastinated. As during meals or social gatherings, she never said a word to her brother. Her feet were mostly content to rest on his thighs, sometimes teasingly descending into his lap to prod his recovering boner through his undies. Whenever the girl crossed her knee, though, there was an unspoken understanding that Cameron was putting those petite, peachy toes in his mouth.

            The girl took a particular liking to plugging up her sibling’s mouth this evening, and on numerous occasions, let her each individual toe simmer between his lips until it was pruny. Once satisfied, the next digit was inserted. Every zesty flavor of the long day, from her rubbery flip-flops to dusty sidewalk grit to sour distilled sweat, was washed down Cameron’s throat. Yet he accepted it all without complaint, and even managed to enjoy it, which wasn’t always the case. The longer the boy served in this new role, the easier even the once-disgusting games became to love.

            When night fell, Alyssa passed out with her head on her desk. Of course, her legs blocked the way out from underneath, so Cameron was cornered. However, he didn’t begrudge his sister her tireless efforts, and resolved that he was going to rest here until morning: his back to the wall, and his little sibling’s doughy, delicious toes plucking his tongue like a harp string.