Fat and lazy; that's how I always described myself. I often went on tangents to my brother about how much better my life would be if I looked like the wide-shouldered, tiny-waisted swimmer boys I would drool over.
One day a couple of months ago, I guess he had finally had enough and dragged me to the pool. My progress has been... uh, let's say leisurely, but I can get a few laps in the slow lane without worrying too much about my lane partner ramming into me.
Today was a perfect day for a post-work swim. I've only recently started building up the courage to go alone, but I've managed to catch a few chats with some of the regulars here and there.
Walking into the changing room, I locked eyes with some dude I hadn't seen around before. He stood in the changing room, easily 6'3, a nice smattering of chest hair and cheese grater abs, wearing nothing but a speedo that clung to his junk. I mean this guy was my dream fap personified.
Now, just standing there with my mind in the gutter, he catches me making out his dick print with my eyes. I look away, quickly turning my focus to the ground instead. Something else catches my eye though, his feet..? Fuck... my cock begins to twitch.
Quickly, I make my way to the bathroom to change. "Down, boy", I whisper to myself and give my 6-incher a quick smack. What was that all about anyway..? I don't even like feet, no disrespect to the foot freaks out there, but I just don't get it. I wonder how they'd taste as he stretches my mouth open with his toes. Huh? His large, hairy feet; maybe size 12... 13? Perfectly crooked, long toes. I wonder how soft his soles are... I wonder how they smell. Maybe... I shoul... I need to worshi... introduce myself.
I waddle over, covering my now tented shorts with my swim bag, completely confused, horny, almost dizzy; but still aware enough to know that boners probably aren't smiled upon by the lifeguards in the changing room.
"Yo, I'm Eli, you new here?" I try to play it cool, but honestly, I sound like a total loser who even says "yo" anymore.
"Yo..?" he hesitated. "I'm not new, but... you look like you are." Taking a quick poke at my flabby, pale stomach, leading me to drop my swim bag, my member now poking through my shorts on full display. "Uh... yeah okay bro, I don't fuck fat asses. Later" As he walks out of the changing room, I bend over to pick up my bag, still transfixed by his feet and find the perfect angle to watch his soles slap against the wet ground. I need more.
I hear the splash of someone diving into the fast lane; it's got to be him. I dive in after him, not thinking about how I was going to catch up to him. But like a fish to the lure, I swam, completely and totally hypnotised by the thought of his massive fuckable feet. By the grace of some depraved god, I was keeping pace.
What feels like hours pass by, and I am still going. I'm getting closer; I can feel the force of his kicks pushing against my face. Fuck I want to wrap my fag mouth around his alpha toes and never let go. I'm getting closer, closer, closer. I'm so close. So so close.
In a flash, the body attached to those perfect, suckable, fuckable, hairy size 13s shot up and sat on the edge of the pool, without second though I crash face first into both of his soles and my body explodes with pleasure.
I hold onto his legs like a vice grip as my body writhes in pleasure, in pain, in bliss, in ecstasy, face still firmly planted exactly where it needs to be. The sound of cracking ripples through the water; my body shifts, suddenly less buoyant than moments before. My shorts loosen, and then drift away entirely; my cock is on fire, begging for release. I run my tongue along his tops, then in between his toes and along his arches; it tickles me. My feet..? No, I feet. I continue; it's been several lifetimes since I came up for air. I don't need it. I continue to shrink, my arms lose shape, my legs retract inside my body, feet don't have feet. My vision fades; I suck harder than possible. It's happening. My shrunken cock blasts a single, milky strand of jizz straight into the filtration system, sucked up in an instant. All traces of Eli now gone, only feet remain.
No thoughts, no family, no cock, just orgasmic bliss as the man turns on the spa jets to relax after his laps.
First post! Hopefully not too rough of a story to follow along, I haven't written in a few years but felt inspired by recent events.
Hope you guys enjoyed and please give me ideas for more stories.
