Jenna Makes Him A Foot

Jenna swiped Dylan off the table. "Well before you do any of that messed-up shit, at least give me a trial run!"

She carried Dylan up to Emily's room, ignoring his squirming struggles, then pulled off her sneakers and peeled off her socks. She then dropped Dylan to the ground.

Stunned, he tried to move, but her foot, now a little larger than him, squashed him into the soft carpet.

"Now, now little mouse. That's not your way out. Making me happy is. I want you to massage and lick my feet clean. This is your only change to avoid living in a diaper or fucking a hamster." She leaned down a little. "Impress me."

Dylan didn't want to. Her foot stank like she'd run the entire day. But he reached out and started rubbing.

"Good start. Now lick."

Hesitantly he licked her big toe.

"Harder."

"Now the rest."

Dylan tried to shut his mind to the smell and taste. It got harder when she started moaning. But eventually he got through it.

"Acceptable." She picked him up and jammed him into one of her sneakers, still reeking of her feet. She picked up a sweaty sock and held it partially over the top. "You get to keep like this one more day. Now, I need to ask your sister for a few changes so you can't escape. But first, your last choice for a while, maybe ever. Would you rather continue to hate this, or love and be aroused by the scent of my feet?