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I love these college fratboy masters so much cos I know the stink and the cocky attitude is 100% real 🤤
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GUYS GO FOLLOW MY DA )(howaboutnook5) IM MAKING FOOT WORSHIP STORIES AND I NEED RECOMMENDATIONS
told my roommate that i was starving, this is how he greeted me
After an accident left you a few inches tall, your roommate decided he'd take care of you. It was nice of him. Not many guys would do that. But it wasn't like it came without trade-offs. For instance, sometimes he'd plop his foot up on the desk after setting you on it. And you had two choices: either worship the sole that was larger than you or be the first man on the planet to learn what it was like to get swallowed by whole by another.
When you moved to warehouse manager you thought you’d have a very easy job. It was easy admin and you told the pickers and stockists what they needed to do when an order came in.
The job was so easy that often you did an hours work at the start of the day and then browsed the internet watching cat videos and listening to music. That was while the lads downstairs rushed to complete huge orders and roasted in a humid overcrowded warehouse.
They knew you had it easy and knew you did very little. They resented you deeply. They also didn’t like a sassy little runt like you bossing them around. They didn’t like also how you would check them out staring at their big muscles and heavy bulges!
Compared to your skinny 5’2 they were all around 6’4 with big powerful muscles from all the lifting and carrying they all did. They were used to a man being the boss not a weak runt!
One lad Jake was a troublemaker. He was one of the lads riling up the rest of the team. He knew you were lazy, knew you couldn’t do the job so why should you tell them what to do!
This came to a head one day when his boots split and the sole on his right boot came away. The company always bought the cheapest possible boots for the staff whilst paying managers huge bonuses.
Jake stomped up to your desk and told you he needed a new pair of boots size 14.
Not even looking him in the eye you found the form and told him he needed to present the boots to you damaged, explain how they became damaged and then he would photograph them before requesting a new pair. Jake took off his boots unleashing a wave of pungent foot stink across your office.
Jake had only had the boots a few months. His heavy weight and huge feet soon wore them down. He then slammed them down on your desk while he stood back giving you a hard cold stare. You could smell the boots and his ripe feet immediately.
The cherry air freshener you had in your office couldn’t hope to compete with the studs huge feet.
“These will take 2 weeks to replace” you told Jake bluntly.
“Two weeks! You serious, why two weeks to get me some new work boots” Jake yelled at you.
“No size 14 in stock, not my fault you have such enormous feet, they stink by the way. Get your boots off my desk” you snarked at him.
Jake seeing red came around your desk and grabbed a fistful of your hair screaming into your face “yeah my feet stink do they runt? That’s because I actually do something around here. I work hard so do all the boys down stairs. This is while you sit on your high horse watching fucking cat videos” he roared pointing to your laptop screen.
“You have the cheek to say my feet stink, why don’t you give them a sniff, not like you have anything else to do” Jake roared as he threw you off your chair and kicked you on the floor so you were under your own desk.
Jake then shoved his smelly, stinking wet socks directly in your face and began rubbing them all over your face forcing you to inhale his musk. He kept you there for an hour while he played on his phone enjoying the change of dynamic.
While you were under his huge feet you couldn’t help but enjoy the domination. You couldn’t escape the stink or the pressure of the big studs feet in your face. After 10 minutes you stoped squirming and stopped resisting and lay there like the good little foot fag you truly are.
When Jake eventually robed his feet from your face he stood up and was about to leave when he noticed your little hard dick in your trousers.
“I knew you were a fag, it felt good to put you in your place. Didn’t think you’d enjoy it. I’ll let the boys know the new arrangement. We will turn your back of office into our new break room. We’ll eat at your desk, use your face as our foot stool.
From that day on from 12-12 each day 5 days a week you weren’t a manager. You were a foot rest for big, manly men that worked hard. You existed to lie there silently and breathe in their foot stink! The lads each got half an hour to have their break one after another. Your face was never without a stinking ripe pair of feet!
The smallest feet were size 10, the largest size 18! The feet were ripe! Most lads wouldn’t change their socks for 3-4 days. Jake would change his every Monday! By Friday your eyes watered when he pressed his sticky damp socks into your face!
Don’t worry though! They did give you a pillow!
Hi tiny
Someone should send me some feet (bare, socked, dirty, clean, pic, video, idc I just need feet)
now with the new people its a great time to resurface this (please just feet, nothing else. Face is the only exception)
Okay hear me out. Imagine a story where a scientist is leading a tour of kids through his lab, showing off all the inventions that will hopefully one day help humanity! In this tour is his son, who is very excited to be with his dad at his job, while also technically going to school? Win Win!! His dad has been a bit overprotective of him, but he sort of enjoys the attention. Although he isn’t too keen on his classmates who bully (perhaps one of the bullies is his brother or something) him for it, still poking and teasing him during the tour.
After awhile the dad shows off a portal machine which can open a portal to a whole new world, or at least that’s what they think it leads to anyway. The lab hasn’t fully tested it and is making a robot to send in first. The kids all ask if they can see it and the science team agrees as long as no one goes over the rails towards the portal, cause it seems to have a suction. (You can see where this is going I bet) The science team flips on the machine and the portal lights up, and while everyone is distracted the bully decides to have some fun, whispering into the Scientist kid’s ear something like “Maybe you’ll see your mom over there” or “Perhaps I should just take out trash like you. You’re just wasting dad’s time anyway” before the kid can really process what happens he is pushed over the rail into the portal, disappearing. The machine shuts off with a clunk and the dad is pissed. He is shouting at the bully about how stupid that was and how they have no idea if it’s even life sustainable on the other side! A guard nearby says that the kid is in real serious trouble for so many reasons, only for the dad to chime in that the bully better hope his kid is alive cause if he isn’t, he’ll get a murder charge. The bully explains he didn’t mean to only for most of the class saying that the bully always does this and one student even repeats what he said before he pushed the kid in. They decide to end the tour early and send everyone home, while the bully is escorted out by the guards and won’t be going home soon.
The science team asks what they’re gonna do and the dad says they’re gonna make something. Perhaps a suit or vehicle so that he can go into the portal and find his son. The team nods and quickly gets to work, they know it’ll take more than a few weeks, but maybe if they are lucky the kid will be okay, and maybe they can get it done faster.
Meanwhile, the kid flies through the portal and lands on a soft ground. Panicking he sits up and looks around, only to notice he’s on a huge bed. The portal sent him to a world that was way bigger than his own. Fear strikes him as he realizes where there is a big bed, there’s a big person. He’s right when he looks over across the room and sees a huge person sitting at a desk mumbling to themself. He’s frozen in fear and can’t move, even when the person swings around from their chair and walks over to their bed only to pause and stare at him.
The giant just stared at him, confused as to why there is a tiny child in their bed. They swear they didn’t put them there and are about to say something when the kid just burst out crying and the giant panicked. They quickly kneel by their bed and try to hush the child and tell them that it’s okay. The child keeps sobbing and soft hiccups can be heard, but eventually the kid quiets down a bit. The giant carefully asks how the kid got there, and the boy answers between sobs. The giant listens and the boy eventually bursts into tears again, crying out that they want their dad. The giant gently scoops them up, and holds them close saying “hey, hey, it’s going to be alright. You said your dad was a scientist…sooo he must have seen you get pushed in. I bet he’s trying to get back to you, he just has to figure out how to.” The kid sniffles and asks if the giant really believes that and they nod. They then reassure the kid that they won’t hurt them and that they’ll watch and care for them, until their dad comes to save them. The boy nods and the giant pauses and asks if he likes movies. The boy says yes and that he likes action like movies. The giant then decides that maybe they could watch a movie, to help the boy calm down, they’ll even let the kid choose the movie. He gets a little excited over this and the two of them go and do exactly that. Through this we learn that the worlds are almost identical, but some things are changed like Superman is Aceman, and Ice Cream is Frost Gel. All still the same thing, just named differently, which both the giant and boy find amusing.
The boy stays with the giant for little over a week, getting used to the large surroundings and the movements of the giant. The giant provides a small house to the boy, made of a box and Legos, which the boy had fun playing with and designing that part of the little home. In the other world the dad and his team finally finished the suit. It was built to survive space, acid, lava, and other possibilities. It had a backpack built into the back that held food rations, weapons, tools, and other things for survival. There was also the case, which contained all the parts for a small return portal back home. Which had been tested multiple times….just not cross dimensionally. The suit also had a built in camera that would send live video feed back to the team while the dad, who wanted to be the one who went through, was over there looking for his son. He’d also do some science stuff, like take samples and explore a bit.
The day finally arrives and the dad walks through the portal. He finds himself behind a large plush wall, and he starts to walk around it when he hears booming voices. Meanwhile the giant is laying in bed scrolling through their phone. The kid is sleeping in their little house for a quick nap. Then out of the corner of their eye they see something move out from behind their pillow. The dad looks up and catches the giant’s eye glancing at him. He freezes, and then grabs a weapon from the bag. This causes the giant to freak out and quickly flop out of their bed and onto the floor. The dad runs over and, using the mic in his suit, shouts “WHERE IS HE?!?!?” The giant, confused as hell, asks that the “crazy living action figure dude” please put down the weapon, while also asking what he means. The dad just shouts “IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO HIM I SWEAR I’LL..” the threat falls from his lips as the giant rises above him and cautiously walks over to the little house. They open the top and reach in, carefully waking the boy up and whispering that they have a surprise. The dad, still in a fighting stance, watches as the giant approaches with something in their hands. He’s about to fight, when the giant opens their hands and reveals his son, causing him to freeze. The boy pauses, not recognizing him cause of the suit, but once the dad rips the helmet off, the kid jumps off the giants hand and rushes to embrace his dad.
Both the kid and the dad just tightly hold onto each other as the giant just smiles softly, watching them. They then comment how much of a strong and loving dad the kid has and how the dad has such a brave and smart son. They both look up at the giant, who gives them a sweet smile. The dad explains they can go back home and the son is excited to tell his dad everything he learned about the place. The giant asks if there is anything they can do to help, which the dad asks if there is a safe place to setup a portal device somewhere that isn’t, well, a bed. The giant nods, and offers their hand to the pair. The son quickly hops on and the dad, carefully steps on after a bit of encouragement from his son. The giant takes them to their desk and says they can set it up in the free space near the wall.
After some time the portal is up and running and the dad has some samples, including a hair from the giant, and the small pair is ready to go home. The giant remarks that they’ll probably be seeing more of the tiny people, but says that they are welcome to visit. The boy hugs the giants hand and thanks them for taking care of them. The dad also thanks them for watching over his son, and says that he’s glad that the giant was the one to find his son. They take their leave and the story comes out in their world about what happens. The bully is still charged for some things, mostly messing with official government science stuff, but everything seems fine in the end. Plus the boy made an amazing friend, and the dad found someone he can trust to watch his son.
Anyway, basically what if a portal led to a giant world similar to our own, but it was discovered because some kids decided to mess with a kid. Resulting in the kid getting lost in that world, having to wait to be found or find a way back themself?
He confided to his uncle that he's gay. They had spent so much time together and were close so he thought it would be okay to share this with him because it was making him crazy not being able to tell anyone in their little homophobic Southern town. As soon as he said it it only took his uncle a couple of beats to say "Where'd you get that from? There's no fags in our family. Do you know the beating you'll get from your father if he finds out? You know him with his rebel Confederate flag on his truck and his Trump MAGA stickers. After he beats the shit outta you he'll send you packing, he won't accept a faggot living in his house. Look, I won't tell him but under one condition. Whenever you are here visiting you have to do whatever I tell you, whether you like it or not. Now a man like myself shouldn't have to be cleaning his own house and running his own errands when there's a faggot around. So you'll be doing that every weekend when you visit. Oh, yeah, did I mention? You're going to tell your parents you'll be visiting here every weekend. And another thing you're going to start doing for me. Take off my shoes and get on your knees and massage my sweaty socked feet. They get sore from being stuck in those leather dress shoes that I have to wear all day at work, and you're going to make them feel really good and relaxed. I said get on your knees. There you go, now start massaging them, do a really good job. And you don't stop unless I tell you to. Get your face in there too, kiss 'em and sniff 'em. That'll put you in your place like a dirty faggot should be. Now you kiss and sniff and massage my sweaty dirty socked feet and I'm going to read for a few hours. Don't stop or I will tell your father, and you'll be wandering down the highway looking for a job at a McDonald's or having to sell yourself to some dirty old fat fag for sex. Do you want that? No, I didn't think so. So go ahead, get massaging, sniffing, kissing my dirty sock feet. And thank me for being so kind as to not tell your father. And, thank me for allowing you to worship my stinking socks.
When your dad knows you have a foot fetish.
So, I have fixated on the idea of a deaf tiny and a hearing giant.
Can you imagine?
Being so small the world doesn’t just sound different, it doesn’t make a sound at all. You don’t hear a door slam. You feel it. Through the floor. Through your ribs. A boom rolling up your spine like thunder with nowhere to run. You live by those vibrations to avoid being stepped on, you live by those vibrations to know what’s coming next. You have to learn all the pulses. The tremble of movement under your feet like reading waves in still water.
Now imagine your giant. 20-30 feet of heat and mass and motion. A voice you can’t hear but always feel through the floorboards, through your bones, when they laugh, when they sigh, when they hum under their breath and don’t even know they’re doing it. Everything they do moves the world you stand on.
Their lips are the size of a billboard. You have to watch them speak, tilt your head back, squint, follow the slow shape of every syllable like reading clouds. You get good at it. You learn the way their mouth forms “sorry,” or “come here,” or “are you okay?” and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, like vertigo from affection.
Sometimes they try to whisper, forgetting you can’t hear at all. But you feel the whisper, like breath moving the tiny hairs on your arm. That counts for something.
They learn to sign for you.
Not well, not at first. Their fingers are too big, clumsy, slow. They mess up “friend” and “forget” and once accidentally signed “death” instead of “sleep.” You nearly choked laughing.
But they care. They try. And when they want to understand you, really understand, they lean down. All the way down. Their head on the desk, chin resting on their palm. Eye level, leaning closer to make sure they don’t miss anything. Holding their breath so nothing shakes the surface. Watching your hands move like birds. So close their eyes blur and refocus and follow each twitch of your wrist. Not wanting to mess up.
You have to remind them to come close so they can see, you know you’re too small. They get embarrassed when they aren’t paying attention and miss when you sign, generally and whole heartedly trying better to always watch to be sure they don’t miss a thing.
Sometimes, they haven’t learnt certain signs. You have to mime out scenarios so that your giant understands. You once had to flop around on the desk then sign NO to express you didn’t want the fish.
It’s a challenge but always a wholesome experience when the giant gets it right. Smiling sweetly, proud of themselves.
“Haha, fuck you’re a fag little bro. I can’t believe you like the smell of your big brother’s socked feet after I’ve been in them all week. Bet you’ve been waiting for this all week, haven’t ya? You’re such a weirdo. Go ahead, get in your place underneath them. Now stick your nose under my toes and take a big whiff. Yeeeah that’s it, breathe in my superior scent. Fuck you’re so pathetic. Those socks are so drenched in sweat, you can see the outline of my foot haha. Rub your face all over them, yeah like that, make sure your entire face stinks of my sweat. I want mum and dad to smell it on you when they get back later, hahah yeah, when they ask you can tell them all about how you love to worship you big bro’s smelly feet. Who knows, maybe Dad might even let you worship his feet, bet you’d like that huh? We all know how bad his size 15’s stink when he takes his boots off at the end of the day. Hey, you could serve both of us at the same time, now that’s real fag heaven for you haha. Come on lil bro, enough day dreaming. Peel those socks off and start licking. My big jock feet need cleaning. Haha fuck you’re a worthless fag lil bro.
I love not-so-gentle giants.
Like the ones who aren't trying to hurt a tiny, but their also not like "it's okay, don't freak out, I'm safe, your safe here. I'm not gonna touch you." But instead their more like "Stop crying, I'm not gonna hurt you, can you chill tf out?" And I love them because they are casual around the tinies, they rough house like they would with any of their other friends, and they tease and poke fun and basically just treat the tiny like any other person their friends with.
And of course, accidentally fearplay.