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The small(est) brother
You just turned 21 and your dad lost any hope to find a cure for your tiny size,… after all you’re only 2 ft tall…
Now that you’re 21, a young adult, you often wander… « I’m way too small, what am I gonna do in the world out there? It’s too dangerous…. » Outside, you know you won’t survive very long. Maybe a dog will eat you, or you’ll end up crushed under a mean teenager’s shoe… gulp.
At home, at least, except your big brothers who teased you endlessly when they were still leaving there, and your dad often forgetting you even exists… this is safe.
« Well my tiny son, come here! » you hear your dad calling you.
It’s a family reunion, your brothers are sitting on the couch looking at you. Your dad continues: « You’re 21, I know it’s harsh but your older brothers had to leave home at your age, I will not continue to take care of you forever, you know that? »
« but but.. where would I go? » you asked, surprised.
your brother laughs « If you want little bro I’m taking you with me hahaha ».
You pretend not hearing him… « dad no seriously, I prefer to stay here at home, that’s what mom would have wanted no?? »
« Well son, your mom has chosen to abandon me for another man, and you by the same occasion, so if you wanna stay it’s going to be under my conditions »
« Sure dad …anything you want.. »
« Good. Let’s start with a little test of obedience then. Crawl at my feet like a little servant, and give them a good rub. And you better put some strength into it »
You’re utterly shocked by this humiliating request, but seeing the severe expression of your dad, you quickly understand he’s not joking, and if you want to stay safe, you better do as he says…
You hear your brothers laughing in the back, as you approach the huge smelly feet of your dad…
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Kelly looked up. He saw Dan standing above him. The last thing he remembered was that him and Dan were arguing about cleaning up behind themselves and not leaving a mess for the other to clean it up. He remembered that he told Dan it didn't matter who cleaned the mess, as long as it was cleaned up. He saw that his roommate wasn't to happy with his answer. Dan had promised to show him how to clean up a mess. He remembered taking a nap on the couch,m but this definitely wasn't the couch.
"You probably feel confused, but I made you more useful now." Dann paused as he held his sneaker above a common looking footmat at the entry of his bedroom. "Since you made a habit of making a mess for me to always clean up, I made you into something to clean my shoes and feet." He lowered his sneaker down on the floormat. He rubbed the sole of his sneaker on the floormat. He then rubbed the other sneaker as well. He looked at how good his new floormat had cleaned up the soles of his sneakers.
Kelly was screaming in pain as the hard rubbeer rubbed across his now floormat face. He could taste the soles of his sneakers as he was cleaning them on him. He was a literal floormat. "Please change me back. I promise to clean up behind myself from now on." He mentally pleaded, but he could tell that Dan was hearing any of it since he was an inanimate object on the floor.
"Nice work, my floormat. Unfortnantly, I don't know how long you will last since I will use you every day. i am sure you know your fate should my shoes and feet completely destroy you." Dan laughed at his floormat. "Ruined floormats always get tossed in the trash. So enjoy your time until then." He aded as he left to go hang out with some friends. His former roommate was just an object on the floor now and nothing more. He would soon trash him once he was completely destoryed by so much use.
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Dad’s favourite toy
The giant dad loomed over his tiny son, watching him with a wicked grin on his face. The little boy cowered before him, shaking with fear at the sight of his massive form. The giant dad chuckled to himself, finding the boy's terror amusing.
Come here, little one," he said, his voice deep and rumbling. "Don't be afraid. I just want to play with you."
The boy shook his head frantically, backing away from the giant's looming figure. "No, please," he whimpered. "I'm scared of you. You're too big."
The giant dad chuckled again. "Oh, don't worry about that," he said. "I'll be gentle with you. You're my son, after all."
The boy froze at those words, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always known that his dad was different from other dads, but he had never imagined that he would have such an extreme fetish. The thought of being toyed with like a tiny plaything was both thrilling and terrifying to him.
The giant dad reached down and scooped up his son in one massive hand, cradling him gently in his palm. The boy gasped at the feeling of the giant's rough skin against his own soft flesh, but he couldn't deny that it felt good to be held so securely.
See, isn't this nice?" the giant dad said, watching his son with a predatory glint in his eye. "You're so small and delicate. I can do whatever I want with you."
The little boy shuddered, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal wash over him. He knew that he should be disgusted by his father's fetish, but he couldn't help feeling a strange sense of attraction to his massive size and power. He place his son on the ground.
The giant dad lifted his foot and brought it down slowly, looming over his son like a mountain. The boy screamed as the massive foot came closer and closer, but he couldn't look away. He was trapped, enthralled by the sight of his father's giant shoe bearing down on him.
Just as the feet was about to crush him, the giant dad pulled back, letting out a deep laugh. "Gotcha!" he said, grinning down at his son. "Just kidding, I wouldn't really hurt you… maybe not for now.I just love seeing you squirm."
The boy breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to be alive for today, but he couldn't deny that he was disappointed too. He had been hoping to experience the full force of his father's fetish, to see what it was like to be crushed and squished under his massive feet.
As the giant dad continued to play with his son, lifting him up and setting him down, stepping over him, and hovering his giant feet over his tiny body, the boy realized that he would always be haunted by his father's fetish. He would always wonder what it would be like to be crushed under his massive feet and shoes, to feel the full weight of his father's domination. It was a frightening and alluring thought, one that would stay with him for the rest of his life.
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