Back with Riza
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
"You really should try the whole foot worship thing Miss.Hawkeye, honestly the first time I had my pet do it it was a spur of the moment kind of thing but...it was actually pretty nice. Like a massage but...somehow more soothing." Winry's lips formed into a dopey smile at the memory as she described it.
Hawkeye smiled softly at the mechanic, "Please don't be so formal Winry. Call me Riza." Her soft eyes sharpened as Hawkeye scanned the floor earnestly, "I don't see Roy anywhere....where is he?"
"I think I have an idea..." Winry muttered playfully as she rubbed her index finger along one of her feet, "When the days are rough enough my slave has on occasion gotten stuck...like so..." Having found Mustang through her finger Winry stretched her foot out to Hawkeye for the visual, the once proud man was literally in the girl's toejam between her fourth and third toes.
"Oh my god...." Was all Hawkeye let out upon the sight, but it didn't come out horrified in fact...in almost seemed amazed. Mustang was nigh unrecognizable, his blue army uniform had become little more than sweat soaked tatters that just barely counted as clothing, his boots, most of his pants and shirt and even his oh so proud gloves had mostly if not all been dissolved by him various tasks with Winry. In terms of physical appearance Roy was even worse, his skin was pale...no beyond that he was damn near translucent, almost like he had his skin bleached. His cheeks were hollow, like he had been deprived of food. Whiskers several inches long formed all around her face from weeks of not shaving and his neat and tidy short hair had grown long enough to cover his forehead. All of this was what Hawkeye saw as he was trapped in Winry's toejam and getting soaked in her fluids. Perhaps oddest and most shocking of all were Roy's eyes, even in the midst of war and its horrors he had always had a fierce determination in his eyes but now....he couldn't even look his former subordinate in the eyes, like he viewed her as a higher life form....a god.
"What did you do to him?" Hawkeye muttered, almost regretting letting Winry anywhere near Mustang.
Winry replied as if nothing was wrong at all, "Well I stuck him with my butt sometimes...I did some creative stuff but that became too much of a hassle...really he's been at my feet mostly. I'm always busy, it's simple and holds him still, plus I think it's my favorite activity now. I usually have him lick my feet and kiss them while he's in my shoe....just so I have something to enjoy."
"What do you feed him? He looks belimic."
Mischievously Winry wiggled her toes, knocking Roy out of her toejam and on to the floor where he seemed to land safely. "Toejam and whatever I step on with my barefeet. He's free to eat sock lint from my socks but he usually doesn't touch that. He drinks sweat too, got plenty of sweat soaked insoles he licks the sweat out of."
Hawkeye was literally mouth agap in awe, "Winry....I didn't think you would go so far."
In response the mechanic winked at Riza, "Don't knock it til you try it."
Hawkeye seemed uncertain...she was thinking more of discipline when she originally shrunk Mustang; but what Winry had done bordered on abuse...but...for some reason the way Winry was acting made the kind of activities she could do with Mustang... tempting .
"Okay I'll give it a shot." She muttered weakly as Hawkeye sat with her back to the wall and outstretched her feet to Mustang, it amazed her that he managed to stand straight without reeling from her worsened foot odor.
Winry clapped her hands in joy, "You heard her slave! Licky licky!"
Without any sign of hesitation or free will Mustang lunged at Hawkeye's massive sweat soaked soles and licked, licked like there was no tommorow. At this point the taste of feet was something he was accostomed to and....in an odd way Hawkeye's tasted better that his previous goddess'. With each lick the shrunken alchemist's hands rubbed along Riza's soles in perfect circular patterns as he kissed between licks. Hawkeye was stunned. Seeing Mustang like this was...bizarre but....it felt amazing . Like her brief time with Mustang was a vacation and this...was heaven times three. The slight tickling of Roy's tongue, his hands wiping away all the stress of her weary soles...he even climbed to get to other areas! And he licked and licked...until he reached Riza's toes where he did the unthinkable he began licking up Hawkeye's toejam like a dog!
Seeing this Winry giggled, "I taught him that, people eat, maggots lick."
Hawkeye was in a heavenly euphoria, she was so tempted to just slip on her boot with Mustang between her toes and return to Central then and there....
Hawkeye smiled softly at the mechanic, "Please don't be so formal Winry. Call me Riza." Her soft eyes sharpened as Hawkeye scanned the floor earnestly, "I don't see Roy anywhere....where is he?"
"I think I have an idea..." Winry muttered playfully as she rubbed her index finger along one of her feet, "When the days are rough enough my slave has on occasion gotten stuck...like so..." Having found Mustang through her finger Winry stretched her foot out to Hawkeye for the visual, the once proud man was literally in the girl's toejam between her fourth and third toes.
"Oh my god...." Was all Hawkeye let out upon the sight, but it didn't come out horrified in fact...in almost seemed amazed. Mustang was nigh unrecognizable, his blue army uniform had become little more than sweat soaked tatters that just barely counted as clothing, his boots, most of his pants and shirt and even his oh so proud gloves had mostly if not all been dissolved by him various tasks with Winry. In terms of physical appearance Roy was even worse, his skin was pale...no beyond that he was damn near translucent, almost like he had his skin bleached. His cheeks were hollow, like he had been deprived of food. Whiskers several inches long formed all around her face from weeks of not shaving and his neat and tidy short hair had grown long enough to cover his forehead. All of this was what Hawkeye saw as he was trapped in Winry's toejam and getting soaked in her fluids. Perhaps oddest and most shocking of all were Roy's eyes, even in the midst of war and its horrors he had always had a fierce determination in his eyes but now....he couldn't even look his former subordinate in the eyes, like he viewed her as a higher life form....a god.
"What did you do to him?" Hawkeye muttered, almost regretting letting Winry anywhere near Mustang.
Winry replied as if nothing was wrong at all, "Well I stuck him with my butt sometimes...I did some creative stuff but that became too much of a hassle...really he's been at my feet mostly. I'm always busy, it's simple and holds him still, plus I think it's my favorite activity now. I usually have him lick my feet and kiss them while he's in my shoe....just so I have something to enjoy."
"What do you feed him? He looks belimic."
Mischievously Winry wiggled her toes, knocking Roy out of her toejam and on to the floor where he seemed to land safely. "Toejam and whatever I step on with my barefeet. He's free to eat sock lint from my socks but he usually doesn't touch that. He drinks sweat too, got plenty of sweat soaked insoles he licks the sweat out of."
Hawkeye was literally mouth agap in awe, "Winry....I didn't think you would go so far."
In response the mechanic winked at Riza, "Don't knock it til you try it."
Hawkeye seemed uncertain...she was thinking more of discipline when she originally shrunk Mustang; but what Winry had done bordered on abuse...but...for some reason the way Winry was acting made the kind of activities she could do with Mustang... tempting .
"Okay I'll give it a shot." She muttered weakly as Hawkeye sat with her back to the wall and outstretched her feet to Mustang, it amazed her that he managed to stand straight without reeling from her worsened foot odor.
Winry clapped her hands in joy, "You heard her slave! Licky licky!"
Without any sign of hesitation or free will Mustang lunged at Hawkeye's massive sweat soaked soles and licked, licked like there was no tommorow. At this point the taste of feet was something he was accostomed to and....in an odd way Hawkeye's tasted better that his previous goddess'. With each lick the shrunken alchemist's hands rubbed along Riza's soles in perfect circular patterns as he kissed between licks. Hawkeye was stunned. Seeing Mustang like this was...bizarre but....it felt amazing . Like her brief time with Mustang was a vacation and this...was heaven times three. The slight tickling of Roy's tongue, his hands wiping away all the stress of her weary soles...he even climbed to get to other areas! And he licked and licked...until he reached Riza's toes where he did the unthinkable he began licking up Hawkeye's toejam like a dog!
Seeing this Winry giggled, "I taught him that, people eat, maggots lick."
Hawkeye was in a heavenly euphoria, she was so tempted to just slip on her boot with Mustang between her toes and return to Central then and there....
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March 13, 2025
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