The Rewards of Obedience Shrunken First Semester chapter 7 by maximally

The moment Riya set Max down on the coffee table, he knew he was in for another round of humiliation—though this time, the method was entirely unexpected. Before he could register the cool surface beneath him, her enormous feet closed around his tiny body, trapping him between her soles with effortless dominance. The sheer size difference was staggering; each of her feet was at least ten times his size, her toes curling possessively around his head as if he were nothing more than a living stress ball. They were also very, very warm. He'd felt it already while rubbing them earlier, but now, pressed up against them, it was even more intense. And then there was the smell—a thick, musky aroma of leathery sweat, the kind that clung to skin after hours spent encased in dress shoes. Her soles were slightly damp, the faint sheen of sweat making them glisten under the office lights, and every twitch of her toes smeared more of that sticky warmth against him.

"Mmm, that's it," Riya purred, grinding her shrunken patient deeper into the crease between her soles. "Just relax, Max. Let me take care of you."

Her voice was velvet, hypnotic, and despite himself, Max felt his body responding. He squirmed, his face burning as her soft, stinky soles sent jolts of strange pleasure through him. He tried to cling to some semblance of dignity, but his body betrayed him almost instantly—hips jerking and cock stiffening against the soft flesh of her sole.

Again, of course, Riya noticed. Her smirk deepened, and she adjusted her grip, pressing him more firmly between her feet. "There we go," she teased. "You're so sensitive, Max. Is this your first time?"

At this point, words had failed Max completely. Every movement of his professor's feet sent another wave of heat through him, her scent filling his lungs until it was all he could think about. He'd always found Riya a little imposing, but now, she was borderline godlike—her feet alone were strong enough to crush him without a second thought, yet here she was, using them to pleasure him, to reduce him to a shuddering, gasping mess.

"Just let go," Riya murmured. "Cum for me, dear."

Her command sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him, his cock twitching against her sole. He was so close, teetering on the edge, his mind clouded with the overwhelming sensations of her feet—the heat, the scent, the dominance—

BBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPP

And then she farted again.

The sound was just as jarring as all her previous emissions, and the smell was just as punishing. Thick, spicy, rancid, it clung to the back of his throat, seeping into his pores, and for a horrifying, exhilarating moment, it was all he could focus on. Then, and only then, he came, his orgasm crashing over him in a wave of humiliation and pleasure, his cock pulsing as he spilled against her sole, his entire body trembling.

Riya laughed, her toes curling again as she felt his release. "Oh, Max… you came from that? That's… impressive."

Max had never blushed this hard in his entire life. "N-no, I didn't—"

"It's okay, sweetheart." Riya gave him a gentle squeeze between her feet. "I know a breakthrough when I see one."

He wanted to argue, to insist that it was just the footjob, that her fart had nothing to do with it—but the worrisome reality was, he wasn't sure. The smell had been so overwhelming, so present, that for a split second, it had eclipsed everything else. And now, as the thick stench of her gas still hung in the air, he couldn't deny the way his cock twitched weakly in response.

"You're a natural, Max." As Riya lifted her foot slightly to inspect him, her sole glistening with sweat and his own release, her smirk grew. "It's almost like you were born for this."

Max opened his mouth to protest again, but the words died in his throat. A small but growing part of him — the same part that had previously admitted to her that he did, in fact, enjoy the way she was dominating him — couldn't shake the feeling that she was right.

Seeing the defeat in her shrunken patient's eyes, the Indian amazon finally lifted her feet away. "That's the spirit, dear," she chuckled, plucking him up between her fingers and wrinkling her nose at the aura of cheesy foot stink that followed. "Phew! Before we get back to business, maybe we should get you cleaned up."

Before Max could even muster the breath to ask how Riya intended to clean him up, her fingers lifted him back toward her face—and suddenly, the world tilted again. Her plush, glossed lips parted, revealing the dark, wet cavern of her mouth, her tongue already extended in anticipation.

"W-wait—!" His protest was cut short as she popped him inside, her lips sealing around him with a soft, possessive smack.

Heat. Wetness. Pressure. Riya's mouth was a suffocating paradise, her tongue immediately coiling around him like a serpent, working him over with practiced ease. Her saliva coated him, thick and warm, her big, playful tongue bathing him in slow, deliberate strokes.

She hummed around him, the vibrations reverberating through his bones, and Max shuddered, his already oversensitive cock twitching back to life against the velvety muscle of her tongue.

"Mmmph."

The sound was smug, knowing. Riya's tongue flicked against his groin, teasing his tiny cock before flattening beneath him.

Max whimpered, his fingers tangling in the slick surface of her tongue as he tried to steady himself. Every movement sent jolts of pleasure through him, her saliva making his skin tingle, her breath hot and humid against his back. And then she started sucking, cheeks hollowed, her tongue pressing him firmly against the roof of her mouth as she drew him deeper, the wet heat of her throat looming just beyond.

"R-Riya—!" His voice was a broken gasp, his body trembling as her tongue curled around him again.

She didn't let up. Instead, her tongue worked him over in tight, rhythmic strokes—and even just a few minutes out from his first full-body footjob, Max was quickly overpowered. His back arched, his cock pulsing against her tongue as another orgasm washed over him.

Riya moaned around him, milking every last drop from him before finally, mercifully, pulling back.

When she gently spat him back onto her palm, Max was a boneless, trembling mess. His skin was glistening with her saliva, his limbs were weak, and his thoughts were sluggish. Any resistance he might have mustered earlier had been thoroughly sucked, fucked, farted and squashed out of him, replaced by a dazed, helpless submission.

As Riya dabbed at his tiny form with her napkin again, she was positively glowing. "All clean," she murmured. "And so well-behaved."

Max didn't even have the energy to blush. His body felt hollowed out, his mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and euphoria—and a very vocal part of him didn't even want to fight it anymore.

Riya chuckled, stroking his back with the tip of her finger. "You're doing so well, Max." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Think you've got one more exercise in you?"