Shrinking Footjob

You lot seemed to like the silly little stories yesterday, so here's another! With inspiration from Lunair, he's a story of my mouseboy Thomas giving a friend a footjob and stealing his size in the process.

I write foot-stuff extremely rarely, so I hope I hit the right notes for it.

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“Don’t mind if I put my feet in your lap, right?” Thomas said.

“You appear to already have taken that liberty,” William noted, raising an eyebrow at the mischievous mouse occupying the other half of the couch. The spark in his eyes was a sure sign that the movie night was about to get sidetracked.

“I have. But then, you’re really into paws, so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“I have to wonder how you got that impression.”

“The giddy erection between your legs is a pretty clear sign.”

“That,” William said, “would be because you’re grinding against it. It’s a natural reaction.”

“Sure, let’s pretend. It’s not because of how hot my toes are, teasing your cock. How big and shapely my feet are, so tantalizingly close…”

William gave a soft grunt, shifting in his seat. “If you find Lord of the Rings boring, you could just have said so.”

But Thomas continued without missing a beat, drawing a gasp from the squirming bunny as he hooked a toe down his waistband and dragged his pants down.

“How the hell did you get so dextrous?”

“Practice, dear boy. Lots of practice.” Thomas grinned. “Let me show you.”

William, despite his protests, stayed put; even as Thomas dragged his cock out and caressed him with his naked paws, toes sliding up and down his pink, needy length.

“So you’re not just into feet. You’re really into ‘em,” Thomas said.

“S-shut up…”

“I’ll consider it, pawslut.”

William jerked and shuddered, swallowing a moan as he came messily between the mouse’ soles. “That was a dirty trick,” he murmured, sinking back into the couch.

“You’re welcome. But don’t think we’re done yet.”

If William wasn’t luxuriating in his afterglow, he might’ve caught the dangerous glint in Thomas’ eyes. But alas, he didn’t—instead stealing a glance and a feel of the mouse’s big feet. Which promptly got bigger in his hands.

“What in the blazes…?”

“Yeah?” Thomas said, feigning ignorance. “What’s up, footslave?”

“Are your paws… growing?”

“Mh, maybe. Or maybe you’re shrinking.” Thomas ran his toes nimbly around the bunny’s crotch, making sure that William didn’t miss a single instance of his soft paws swelling larger. And, perhaps, distracted him from something else…

It worked like a charm, judging by the blush on William’s face. It worked especially judging by the fact that his erection was already reclaiming its former glory, throbbing even harder than it had a few minutes ago. “Gosh, these stompers are so perfect…”

“Sounds like you’re ready to marry my paws. Not a bad idea, you know. You’d look real cute trapped in a toe-ring of mine.”

The imagery made William jerk to attention—but it was already too late to resist. As Thomas had teased, his feet—while big—weren’t the main thing changing; it was William. Dwindling, bit by bit, as the mouse caressed him, his height draining away.

“I’m shrinking!” he shrieked, flailing fiercely in his seat. But he’d already dwindled to half his former size and, with Thomas’ feet holding him firm, quickly reduced to a fourth of what he’d been.

“Indeed,” Thomas said, grinning smugly, “But don’t you worry. I’m putting your size to good use. You know what they say about guys with big feet, right?” And even as he trapped the miniature bunny, barely twelve inches tall, he shifted to make sure he had a view of the massive bulge between his legs; ever eye-catching, but now ridiculously so, the mouse let his cock grow until the tent in his sweatpants strained to be released, his full, heavy package fit to reach his knees—and he wasn’t even hard yet.

William swallowed. “Lord have mercy.”

“Keep me entertained,” Thomas replied, “and I’ll consider it.” Now, the half-demonic nature of the mouse came out in full force; the glow in his eyes, the horns hidden in his scruffy hair. But none of that mattered to William, who, losing half of his size again, found himself fully imprisoned between the mouse’s big, sexy toes. 

“Thomas, I can’t…”

“That’s not what your cock is saying.” The mega-mouse rolled his feet around the bunny, reducing him to a single inch (and chrring at the addition of a whole foot of length between his own legs). “It’s saying shrink me more. Make me your foot-slave. Or are you trying to tell me that you aren’t about to blow your load again?”

“Y-yes! That’s what I’m saying!”

“Too bad. I’m gonna steal your height anyway. Mmh, you feel really nice between my toes. And what your size is doing to my cock. I could still drop you in my pants, you know. They still fit. Barely.”

At half an inch tall, even the smallest of Thomas’ toes were too big to challenge, if William still had had the presence of mind to do so. Instead, he got pinned down, moaning cutely, as the mouse gave him a footjob—shrinking with every stroke, every squirm, every shivering touch. Thomas’ feet became his whole world; though, if they were his planet, then the mouse’ smirking face was his moon, and the sight, distant as it may be, of Thomas’ immense cock, throbbing in his hands, filled the rest of sky of this increasingly ill-fitting metafor. About as ill-fitting as William’s clothes, which he had long-since shrunk out of.

“What’ll it be, speck? I’m gonna keep shrinking you until you admit how much you love my giant feet.” 

“Fuck you, man.”

“Might be hard when you’re so tiny. I might not even feel you even if I shoved you up my ass. But you’d feel me. Not as much as you’re feeling my big, sexy toes, though.”

William bit his lip. He wouldn’t admit it. He wouldn’t. And yet…

“F-fuck…”

There was the most miniscule of orgasms, a drizzle of cum so slight that you’d need a microscope to see it. Thomas could, of course, being what he was. And likewise, William couldn’t not see the wolfish grin on the, from his perspective, miles-tall mouse, despite the mountainous toes that were ostensibly in the way.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Thomas' laugh boomed over the bunny’s world. “It’s almost as if you were trying to make me shrink you as much as possible on purpose.”

“Maybe,” William’s feeble voice squeaked out. “You’re such a bastard.”

“Don’t I know it.” Thomas grabbed the remote, turning his attention back to the TV. “And now let’s put on something with a bit more action.”

“Alright. I… Wait, aren’t you going to unshrink me first?”

“I don’t know, your inches look really nice on my cock. But I’ll consider it. After a foot-rub or two.” He flexed his toes, winking down at the diminutive bunny. “Chop-chop. Before I reconsider my promise to turn you into jewelry for my toes…”