Behavioral Relocation: Part 2

The night was absolute Hell. Despite her "concerns" her foot never slipped out from under the covers, leaving you to cook up against her fetid foot. Her sock, which was already damp when she put it on, got more sweat soaked and the intensity of the smell continually grew worse, and with there being no source of fresh air, the air felt downright toxic. But as badly as you wished you could be free, you were even more scared of what would happen once you aunt woke up. Surely she would do all she could to make your situation even worse...

Every time she would begin to stir and move around, you could feel your anxiety spike. Why couldn't you just have popped like pretty much every other tiny out there. Why did you have to have this stupid, super rare gene that essentially just turned you into a toy for any who may decide to claim you. Then you heard her yawn as she began to wake up and stretch.

"Oh yea!" You heard her say with a giggle right before you felt her toes start wiggling next to you. "How was your first night in your knew bed?" she asked knowing you couldn't answer. "Lets see how you're lookin."

She tossed the covers off her and took her sock off. The sudden burst of light made your eyes hurt.

"God my feet stink!" She said giggling. "Look at you, still stuck firmly in place."

She poked you a few times to see if you would fall free, but all her sweat held you like glue.

"Ok, well just let me get dressed and then I'll peel you off and we can have some fun."

You shivered to the core. You didn't know what she meant by "have some fun," but you were quite positive it was only going to be her who was having fun. Once again you had to deal with the torment of being walked on, but you were at least grateful she didn't put her sock back on. After getting fully dressed she sat on the floor and began scratching at you, trying to pry you free from her foot.

"Man, you were really stuck there!" She said as she finally got you free. "I wonder what would happen if I left you on there for too long. From what I hear, the conditions of being walked on for too long will end up causing you to fuse to the foot. But your condition is so rare that no one really knows. For all we know it could just be an urban legend. If you bore me too much I might just have to experiment and find out!"

She dropped you down at her foot.

"Lets see how obedient you can be. My foot smells God awful, and I want you to lick it clean, starting with the toes. I want you to burry your face in them and eat up all that nice warm toe jam!"

Not wanting to risk being fused to your aunts nasty foot, you did the only thing you could. You made your way to her foot, took a knee, and buried your face under her pink toe. The smell that had built up under her toes was thicker and far more potent than what you spent the night dealing with being on the ball of her foot. It was dark and you were going in blind. You opened your mouth, stuck out your tongue and leaned forward.

As much as you thought you had prepared yourself for the worst, you still weren't ready for what came next. You though your tongue was going to meet with a thick layer of sweat that you would have to lick clean. Instead your whole face met with a glob of toe jam that immediately filled your entire mouth. You wretched. You wanted to puke. You tried with all your might to force it down, but the taste of the filth that filled your mouth tasted a hundred times worse than it smelled.

As you were trying to force it down there was a sudden shift in her foot. Next thing you knew you were being pushed by a wall of flesh that was her nasty foot and slammed into another wall that was her other foot. She picked you up by the leg with her big toes and giggled as you dangled helplessly between her gigantic, super smelly feet. She closed her feet around your body began to grind her feet back and forth on you, causing you to roll from her toes to the ball of her foot, and back again, laughing all the while.

"You're so fucking pathetic," she said. "You didn't even hesitate to bury that little face of yours deep into my toes. I'm beginning to think maybe you actually do like this. That or your a total pussy.. Or both! Hahaha! No, I think you enjoy it, which I'm not going to lie, it's weird that you enjoy licking your aunts nasty feet so much, I'm glad you do. That means we can really have some seriously fucked up fun!"

The whole time she was talking to you, she kept rolling you between her feet. The constant grinding against her feet was leaving you covered in a thick film of semi-dry sweat. You felt so sticky and nasty covered in a smelly substance with the consistency of paste. Not to mention, with the way you were being drug back and forth, your mouth kept getting forced open and tons of the vile content that covered your body was literally being forced down your throat. Without warning her feet opened up and your dropped to the floor. Her foot followed crashing down on top of you.

"Mmmm," she moaned in pleasure, "it feels so good to have you beneath my foot, squirming to break free. Part of me still wishes I could make you pop, but this is definitely and infinitely more fun! Now how bout you get back to cleaning your aunty goddess's feet."

She raised her foot back up off you and rest it on its side to give you easy access to her toes again. Once again you buried your face under her toes, only this time you were more mentally prepared for the glob of toe jam you were once again forced to encounter. As you ate away at the funk under her toes you could hear her calling in "sick" so she could spend the day at home "playing" with you.

As you choked down the gunk created by your aunts feet, you knew that you would never get the taste of her nasty foot out of her mouth, partially due to the fact that you were pretty sure you weren't going to be presented with too many opportunities to put any kind of distance between you and her feet. You also weren't sure if she really thought you were enjoying yourself or if this whole game of hers was just one royal mind fuck! The best you could do is hope that your brain snaps and you lose all conscious thought. You knew that that would be your only chance at escape, cuz otherwise, you were her toy for life...