Franky's Fixation Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 6 by 2kfsk

“Ugh… where am I?”

Franky’s head was absolutely pounding. The surface she was on was soft… her bed? Had Jason grown her back? It was unlikely. She felt… some sort of weight on her torso that made it hard to move. Her eyes were too blurred to make sense of what it was, but her nose was working well enough that she could tell this weight smelled… sour.

“Nnggg… come on…” Franky wanted to squirm out from it, but her limbs all felt like someone stole her bones and replaced them with rubber counterfeits. “Heeeeelp…” That pathetic cough was the best her vocal chords could do under the circumstances. She tried to struggle again, and now enough time had passed for her eyes to adjust. She could see clearly that the thing pinning her down was…

A toe.

A big toe, both in terms of designation and relative size.

Jason’s. Big toe.

“Ach, it is late,” came the voice of the deity that had put Franky into this mess. He was sprawled out along the couch this time, and he’d drawn a throw blanket over most of his body that was too short still to cover his lower extremities. They were left bare. Now, though, he was sitting up and forward, and his big, eager face was staring down at her like that of a Greek god. He slurred a bit, and Franky could tell he was groggy himself. “You really should be in bed by now. I guess I just didn’t know how I’d feel if I tucked you in before giving you some alone time with… these.”

The young man gave his toes a pointed flex that stretched Franky’s body to the limit, before relaxing. Franky caught her breath even as her head was still spinning. Summoning any breath to yell with was a losing battle considering the weight on her chest, but she gave it a go anyway. “Jason… what!?” It came out as a hoarse wheeze. She wanted to say more, but she was oxygen-deprived as it is.

“Oh, I guess you were out of it for so long, you may not remember. Well, I guess you could say… I found your secret!”

This was a problem. Franky had many secrets, and she did not want Jason to be privy to most of them.

“You liking feet, I mean. That secret.”

That. Secret.

What? What!? Franky had gone from scared to livid to utter beffudlement. What on Earth was he talking about?

“I can see from your face you don’t really know how to reckon with your feelings about this. Trust me, it’s natural. You’ll learn more of this in sex ed, but basically, a lot of people develop these things called ‘Fetishes’ when they’re… well, about as old as you are now. There are lots of different kinks, some common, many obscure. But… feet is one of the more common ones. So you’re not alone!”

Franky stared up at him. She wanted to say “What” again, but with so little breath to work with she was hesitant to waste it on such a nothing response.

“Look,” Jason said. “Your mom will be here in less than an hour, and I know you love my feet. You don’t need to hide it—why else were you sneaking around in my shoes! That could’ve killed you, you know! If you needed my feet that badly… you could’ve just asked. Here, I’ll give them to you right now!”

And the toe seated on her chest began to crawl upward. Franky shook her head, tried to writhe and wriggle out of the way, no, no! Until…

Jason had completely covered Franky’s body in the sole of his foot. His musk abounded, invading every orifice of Franky’s face.

In the darkness, Franky had plenty of time to… reflect on how she’d gotten here. Was it ever a good idea to climb into her babysitter’s shoes? Was it a good idea to have him shrink her down at all? Well, obviously! Shrinking was the coolest! But if it led to this?

She couldn’t move her arms, legs, or hips, but the encroaching foot had given her an opportunity. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking as much of his doughy flesh into her jowls as possible. Then:

Chomp!

“Ach! Whoa there!” Blinding ceiling light invaded Franky’s retinas as the foot lifted a half inch upward. “Easy girl! I know you want a taste, but do me a favor and no teeth. That’ll make it a lot more fun for both of us.” And she was once again blanketed by his sole. She hadn’t even broken the skin.

In her addled and foot-stench-saturated state, Franky began to slowly work out two and two. She’d been found inside of Jason’s shoe, a place she expressly wasn’t supposed to be. It’s easy to think Franky was subverting the rules for personal gain. Jason’s very… adult predilictions however… sent him on a different path. She didn’t know what a  ‘kink’ was… but apparently, liking feet is one. And maybe… just maybe… this was better than having him think she was trying to scare the daylights out of him.

And honestly? The foot was pretty soft. Jason was taking great care to avoid loosing the whole weight of his leg on her itty bitty body. She was far more comfortable beneath the sole than she had been pinned down by his toes. Would it be so bad to… pretend that he was right about this whole ‘fetish’ mumbo jumbo? Just until Mom got here, and she could grow back, and then explain this was all just a huge misunderstanding?

What would be a good way to signal, for the moment, that she was… ‘fine’ with this?

I know you want a taste, but no teeth…

Tentatively, Franky opened her mouth…

And she began to lick.

“Ha! Yeah, sure! If that’s what you want!” Jason relaxed backward, allowing his foot to rest easily on the entrapped girl as she began to heap sopping licks and kisses on a tiny, millimeter-by-millimeter section of skin underneath his sole. “Don’t worry, Franky. I have plenty of foot to give you, ‘til your Mom gets home at least.”

Franky couldn’t hear him over the sound of her worship. She was really beginning to get into it now. She was, after all, barely an inch tall; if she wanted to sell the idea that this kink stuff was ‘true’, she needed to be obsessive. So she dug in—the only part of her body she could realistically move under the circumstances was her head and neck, and Franky used every degree of movement available to her to absolutely coat this little patch of her babysitter’s foot in her slobber. It was degrading, but strangely… therapeutic? And the savory yet salty taste of the skin was gross when you remembered who it came from, but after a while Franky could somewhat forget, and it became… weirdly, pleasant? It got to a point where Franky sort of… lost track of the time herself, until suddenly the doorbell BLARED through the household.