by underneathU
My brother and our friends had known about my foot fetish for a while, and they were surprisingly cool with it. When we were sitting around the house, watching TV or playing games, they’d even get playful, lifting their feet up to my face to sniff or resting their feet on my shoulders. Once, my buddy Chris even let me worship his feet for an afternoon – the best afternoon of my life, up until that point at least.
But as I stood outside of the living room, I felt a shock of anticipation, combined with a little bit of fear. I wasn’t sure exactly what this thing my brother had discovered was, but he said that it was something I would really love, and that he, Chris, Joe, and Pete all agreed to be involved.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” my brother’s voice came from the other side of the door. “We’re doing this for you, after all.”
“I’ll be right there!” I replied. I took a deep breath and went into the living room.
I opened the door to find all four of them sitting on the couch. On the left was my brother, Matt, a year younger than me, but taller and more athletic, a member of his college’s baseball team. Next to him was Joe, my best friend since childhood, dark, shoulder-length hair and a swimmer’s build. Then there was Chris, the youngest of our crew, of slight build with a mop of unruly dark hair that kept falling in front of his eyes. Finally, there was Pete, a hockey player with close-cropped dark hair, leaning on the armrest and looking a little impatient. All of them had their shoes off and were waiting expectantly.
“So,” I started, gulping, “what’s this all about?”
“Well, your brother found something interesting in the library the other day, and when he told me about it, I immediately thought of you,” Chris answered. “It seemed like it couldn’t be real, but it turns out that we can do a little… magic. We’ve already tested it, so it actually works.”
“Magic? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Just trust us, ok?” Joe said with a comforting smile. “You know we wouldn’t do anything dangerous with you. And while we’d like to keep it a surprise… I know you’ll be very happy with the results.”
“But, before we begin, we decided to add in a little… ceremony to the whole thing,“ Pete added, “So just do as you’re told, and enjoy.”
With that, Chris and Matt, who had had their legs crossed, both put their feet flat on the floor.
“Before we get down to it,” Matt said, “you need to get down on your hands and knees, kiss the tops of our feet, each in turn, and ask us to let you get closer to our feet.”
I felt myself getting hard. We’d all played around before, but this felt a lot different, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“We’re doing this for you, you know, so maybe show a little appreciation,” Chris butted in while I was hesitating.
“Um… ok,” I said, getting down on my hands and knees. I crawled over to my brother first, lowering my face to his low-cut white socks that would have been hidden if he were wearing his sneakers. I slowly pursed my lips and kissed first his right foot, and then his left. “Can I get closer to your feet?”
“Yes. You may take my socks off now.”
I looked up at him. “Hey, face down,” I heard Pete’s voice say, “you’ll ruin the mood.”
I looked back at Matt’s feet, and took his socks, one at a time, and removed them, baring his size 13s.
“Now give them a kiss and say thank you, then you can ask Joe,” my brother said.
I leaned down again and planted a soft kiss on each of my brother’s bare tops. “Thank you,” I whispered, my throat dry, before shifting over to Joe, who was wearing ankle-high white socks, a bit dirty from walking around all day. I leaned towards his feet, the scent of his socks wafting up into my nostrils and making me even harder. With a soft kiss on each top, I asked him, “can I get closer to your feet?”
“You got it, bud. Take my socks off.”
With my face still close in, I reached out and pulled off his socks, as he wiggled the toes on his size 10s. I leaned down again, giving each a kiss while thanking him before moving over to Chris. Chris was wearing calf-high socks that had fallen down around his ankles. They were grey and had a stronger scent than Joe’s. I leaned further into that smell and planted a kiss on each foot. “Can I get closer to your feet?”
“What’s the magic word?” he asked, as he lifted one foot and grabbed my nose with his big and second toe.
“Can I get closer to your feet, please?”
“Much better,” he said, lowering his foot back to the floor. “Go ahead and take them off.”
I removed his socks, watching the long fabric slide over his size 11s until the calf-high socks slipped over his toes. I leaned down to his bare feet and kissed each of them, “Thank you,” before finally moving over to Pete, who was already barefoot.
“Go ahead,” he said.
I leaned down and kissed the tops of Pete’s bare size 12s. “Can I please get closer to your feet?”
“You got it. And because I’m such a nice guy, I’ll let you thank me by kissing my soles.”
Pete lifted his feet up, and I placed my nose in between his toes, planting a kiss on the ball of each foot. “Thank you.”
“Ok,” Matt chimed in, “let’s actually do this now. Gather up our socks, you can use them as a pillow, and lie down on your back in front of us your head over by me.”
I did as he said, and once I was in place, Pete lifted his feet and placed them on my legs. Chris put one up on my thigh, with the other landing on my crotch. His grin grew wider as he felt the stiffness in my pants. Joe placed his feet on my belly, and Matt put one foot up on my chest.
“Now just close your eyes and relax,” my brother said. “This will probably feel a little weird, but trust us. Now I’m going to put my other foot on your face. Just keep breathing it in.” And with that, I felt my brother’s bare sole press into my face, his toes covering my nose as I breathed in his foot odor. The four of them started rubbing their feet over my body, except for my brother’s foot on my nose, which stayed still. Though I kept my eyes closed, I was sure Chris was especially enjoying rubbing my cock.
Soon, I started feeling a weird tingle all over my body, and it felt like I was kind of moving, but not quite… Pete’s feet slowly slid off of my legs. Chris’s feet weren’t on my crotch anymore, and it felt like Matt’s foot was getting… bigger? Soon, I couldn’t feel Chris on me, or Joe. And that’s when I heard Matt’s voice, now louder and booming, “Ok, you can open your eyes now.”
I opened my eyes as Matt removed his immense foot from above me, to see that my brother and our friends were now enormous, towering over my form.
“As you can see, we’ve found a way to shrink you,” Pete boomed, with a big smile. “So now you get to be at our feet REALLY up close and personal.”
Joe gently picked me up in his now massive hands. “Don’t worry, we’re going to be careful with you, but we’ve come up with a way for you to really enjoy our feet, so bear with us.”
As he was saying this, the others were pulling chairs and a small table over by the couch. Joe placed me on the middle of the table as they each took a seat on four sides of me. With a gesture from my brother, the four guys each put one foot up on the table, surrounding me in four walls of giant feet, my head just about even with Chris’s big toe.
“Ok, me first,” I heard Pete say. I turned towards his massive foot and saw it sliding towards me. I was suddenly pushed from behind as Joe’s foot slid forward as well, pressing me gently, but firmly into Pete’s sole. Pete’s toes curled over my head and I felt my body sinking into his flesh.
“Just say something if it’s too hard,” Joe’s voice called out.
“Oh, don’t worry so much. We’re not going to crush him,” Pete replied, “at least, not in any way he wouldn’t like it.”
My head was right between Pete’s toes, and I breathed in deeply, surrounded by his masculine scent, and held in place.
“Go on,” Pete’s voice rang out, “You can kiss and lick it too, it’s alright.”
I was rock hard at this point, and Pete’s insistence finally overcame my self-control as I found myself frantically running my tongue over his salty sole while my cock exploded in my pants. Thankfully, from my size, he must not have noticed, because all he commented on was how much my tongue tickled. I don’t know how long I kept at it, wanting to savor every moment of my body being pressed into my friend’s foot, but I soon heard Chris’s voice, “Ok, let him go. Turn this way, bud, it’s my turn now.”
With that, the pressure abated as Joe and Pete slid their feet back, and I found Matt’s foot pushing forward to press me into Chris. His toe was as big as my entire head, and I was shoved into it like a giant pillow. It was all I could see.
“Well, get going. I want your tongue to cover every inch of my toe.”
I happily obliged, licking over and over and over again, while my cock throbbed in an ecstatic pain from still being rock hard. While I licked Chris’s toe, my brother was wiggling his, drumming the back of my head.
Next, it was Joe’s turn, as Pete pressed me into his firm foot flesh. By this point, my tongue was exhausted and numb, so I just stayed there, breathing in his amazing scent and wishing this would never end. But soon enough, I heard Matt say, “Ok big bro… actually, I guess it’s little brother now. My turn.”
And I turned as Chris pressed me hard into Matt’s sole. It wasn’t painful, but it was stronger than the others had been. I found it a little hard to breathe as I did my best to smell the feet of my brother, who even as a kid, I would sneak over to his bed and secretly sniff his feet at night.
After what seemed to be both forever, and not long enough, I heard Pete say “Alright, I think 20 minutes is enough.” Holy shit, it was only 20 minutes?! “And we’ve got other stuff to do. Time for the grand finale.” I felt the pressure abate, as Chris and Matt pulled their feet back. My jeans were a mess, and the rest of my clothes were covered in sweat, both my own and from the guys’ feet.
“Ok,” Joe said, “So, we’ve got one last present for you, since you’re going to be this way for a little while longer. Don’t worry, you’ll go back to normal size on your own in time. But until then… hey, Chris, bring it out.”
I looked over as Chris put a massive box on the table and lifted out an enormous pair of flip flops. I walked over and saw that there was an indentation cut out of the sole, about the size and shape of my tiny body.
“Well, are you getting in?” I heard him ask.
I climbed into the hole, and lie down, looking up at my brother and three friends.
“You’ve still got a couple more hours like this, but we’ll make sure you’re back before you return to regular size. So, just lie back and enjoy yourself. And since you seem to have enjoyed it, maybe we’ll let you do it again sometime.”
With that, Chris’s massive sole came down upon me, sliding up over my body as he put his toes in the thong. I felt myself being lifted up in the flip flop while being held firmly against his foot. I had no idea where we were going, but I knew I was in heaven.
