Wait, is that you, Franks? Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 5 by 2kfsk

Jason jumped, heart ablaze with panic. Something was in his shoe, and it was alive!

The shoe itself went flying across the room, only staying upright by sheer miraculous providence. Jason hadn’t seen the invading creature get flung across the room, but complacency will get you dead in a situation like this. At least, that’s what he told himself. He tiptoed to the dining room table where his shoe had come to rest. And peered inside…

There, sprawled across the insole, and likely still seeing stars, was none other than a certain rambunctious miscreant.

“F-Franky!?”

“Ouggghhhhh…” Franky? Who… who’s that? The shoe had been flung with such force, she’d ricocheted against every spongy moist surface inside of it. Her brain had been reduced to jelly, proverbially if not literally.

“What the… I… whyyyyy were you in my shoe?”

In response, Franky raised one possibly dislocated arm to the sky and pointed. “Y… you… your… I…”

The arm fell to the ground.

“Me?” This raised further questions. He scooped Franky out of the shoe and into his hands. As he did, Jason tried to think. Clearly Franky was out of it. This may have been a result of being chucked across a living room and a half, but that didn’t explain her being inside the shoe in the first place. The pair had long since agreed that shoes were off limits, and there was no reason to think Franky would break that pact.

Unless she couldn’t help herself.

“Do you…. like my shoes?”

Franky’s lips pursed, and she muttered. “F… fuh… fuh…”

As weird as it was, Jason was starting to put the pieces together. “My… feet? Do you… like my feet?”

Franky didn’t answer. Instead, what little consciousness she had left her, and the girl in her one piece bathing suit started to snore.

Jason didn’t have much to go on, but this did make a certain amount of sense. She’d spent a lot of time at foot level since he started babysitting her. He’d gotten overly used to teasing the girl with his feet, picking her up between his toes, mushing her between his sole and the ottoman or—sometimes—another sole. She’d even roleplayed fighting a video game boss battle, with his foot acting as the boss. And to be fair, a part of this was flattering. Jason’s feet weren’t anything particularly special, but all things considered, they didn’t look half bad! Masculine and bony, and the smell was nothing to write home about, but he made it a point to keep his nails trimmed and the skin hydrated and moist. As for why she didn’t just outright say it? Well, the girl was only nine—she didn’t understand what a fetish was. If she recognized these feelings, there was no way she’d feel comfortable revealing them to her babysitter.

Jason was torn. It was all so clear, why didn’t he see it before? But, more importantly, was he going to indulge these desires of hers or try to put a stop to it before things get further out of hand?

Jason looked at the sleeping girl, and made his decision. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to give her some enrichment by giving her exactly what she wanted.