Foot fetish
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
hieverysomeone
You lay there gasping for air, as his gas still surrounds you. "The Next fetish we will talk about is the foot fetish" he said, "people with this fetish are interested in the meatiness, size, smelliness, sweatiness, dirtiness, and amount of toe jam and foot gunk your foot has. Right now I will show you how to use those attributes to pleasure a woman with that fetish." You were still recollecting yourself from the floor, when you see Mr.Thick taking off his shoes. As soon as both his shoes were off, a putrid odor filled the classroom, however no one seemed to notice except you. He then slowly peeled off his soaked socks that were drenched in his foot sweat. Now he had no shoes and socks, he was barefoot. His feet were the most disgusting thing you've seen in your life. A size 23, an insane amount of meatiness, a constant water fall of sweat, a dirty, reddened sole, a rancid stench that could probably fill half of the school, and pounds over pounds of toe jam, trying to break free from his thick, juicy toes. You were looking in awe at his foot that was literally in a pool of its own sweat, so you didn't notice his foot lift up in the air and come closer to your body. His Meaty foot landed on your ribs and dragged yoh closer to him, soaking your shirt in his sweat. "Once you have her close enough, you would lightly rub your sole on their face so you can spread your sweat." He said as he rubbed his sole on your face, making it slick with foot sweat. "You would then make them worship your foot, make them your foot bitch, they love that" he said as his ginormous foot hovered over your scared face. "Worship my foot slave. Kiss my sole, lick my sweat, eat my toe jam and orgasm into my juicy toes." He said as he pressed his sole on to your face. You don't do anything. "If they don't listen, then you have to torture them until they do" he said as he got his other foot and slammed his big toe on one of your balls. You felt excruciating pain, but every time you opened your mouth to scream, a gallon of his foot sweat poured into your mouth. He then rests his bug tow on top of your other ball, you notice his toe multiple times bigger than your testicle. You know that if he chooses to press down, your ball would be crushed into oblivion, and while it would grow back, you would feel extreme pain. You start kissing his sweaty meaty sole. You could taste the salty sweat that coated his foot, the dirt that had been aquired by him walking around, and you felt like you could literally taste the cheesiness of his expansive sole flesh. You lick his sweat, and eat his toe jam right from between his toes as the entire class watched you with a disgusted look in their face. You felt embarrassed and humiliated that your classmates were watching you literally eat, kiss, and drink the sweat, toe jam, sludge, gunk, and dirt straight from another man's foot, a foot that could cover a good portion of your body, and was currently soaking you in its sweat. You were currently burying your head between his thick goes as you ate his toe jam. You ate so much toe jam and drank so much foot sweat, that you were actually quite full from it. "While they are worshipping your foot gunk, you would surpirse them by kicking them away" he said as he forcefully kicked you away, like a bug. "Once you kick them, you would start smash their face with your sole, to show them that you consider them a bug at your feet and nothing more." He said as his foot was raised above you and came crashing down onto your face. You hear a few bones crack under the weight of his meaty sole. He got his toe and smashed it against your nose, completely shattering its bones, and making it malleable. However he didn't just stick to your face, he stomped on your whole body, breaking a few of your ribs, almost completly crushing your arms and legs, and obliterating your balls and dick. You then heard the bell ring, signaling the end of school. He gave one final smash on your face, breaking your cheekbones, then said "Okay class, school's over, no homework today, I hope you all learnt something" Mr. Thick said as everyone packed their bags. He then looks down at you and says "good job kid, yo were a good volunteer, if you keep this up, you might be my permanent volunteer." Your eyes widened at the compliment. "I'm not sure you can move right now, so I'll take you to the bus myself." He said. Instead of lifting you up, he wrapped his thick, sweaty toes around your face, cashing your nose to be shoved between his toes. He then starts to walk out the classroom, with you right under his sweaty sole, wrapped by his juicy toes filled with foot sludge. Every step that he took, crushed your body even more, though he was oblivious to your suffering. When you finally reached the bus, he went inside, chose a seat at the back and released you on it. You were now in a pool of his foot sweat, with a crushed body at the back of the bus." See you soon, bye" he said as he exited the bus. You feel yourself start to heal when you see...
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