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WARNING: The following story has young characters taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Superfootfetish

It was a breezy October Friday afternoon in the big city of Willowdale. The school bell rang for the end of the day, and all the kids filed out the front entrance and went their separate ways. Among them was eleven-year-old Oliver Medford, a white dog who was a bit short for his age. It had been weeks since he discovered his invisible superpower, and fortunately he was braver than ever before. Clad in a burgundy coat with light orange wool on the inside, a light blue ski cap, gray pants, and brown shoes, he put in his earbuds, started playing “Smokin’” by Boston on his phone, and danced as he turned left to walk toward the local café. However, Oliver was so into the song that he wasn’t watching where he was going.

“We’ll pick you up and take you awaaaaaaay!” sang Oliver loudly as he then immediately bumped into a taller blue dog with a white t-shirt, orange pants, and abnormally large white sneakers --- twelve-year-old Roberta Halsey.

“Whoooooa!” they both yelled as they tumbled onto the sidewalk.

“Whoops, sorry about that. Let me help you out,” said Oliver as he began gathering Roberta’s books and pencils that flew out of her backpack.

“Gee, thanks,” said Roberta, chuckling.

“H-hey, you must be that…girl with the big feet,” said Oliver hesitantly, worried that Roberta might take offense at that comment.

“I kinda wish I didn’t have that trait,” replied Roberta as she put her belongings back into her backpack and zipped it up, “but it certainly was cool having that superpower where I felt like I was on an invisible hoverboard.”

“Speaking of invisible,” said Oliver, “I discovered my invisible superpower, only I had to have nothing on to be fully invisible. If only I were your makeshift hoverboa --- oh, what am I saying?”

Roberta giggled. “No, you’re fine.” She then extended her hand and introduced herself. “The name’s Roberta Halsey. You?”

Oliver shook her hand. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Medford. AKA Superinvisible.”

“My alter ego is Superbigfoot, not to be confused with the legendary creature,” said Roberta.

“I was heading over to the café a few blocks down the street, you wanna come with?” asked Oliver.

“Oooh, yes please!” said Roberta enthusiastically. “I am a bit hungry.”

“Me too, my salami and provolone sandwich didn’t quite fill me up at lunch today,” said Oliver.

“But did you enjoy it?” asked Roberta worriedly.

“Of course I did,” said Oliver. “I guess I should have added an extra two slices of salami when I made it.”

“Well, what are we standing around for? Let’s go!” 

The two of them walked to a French café called Trois Cloches. Upon arriving there, they sat at a little table shaded by a purple umbrella. Oliver texted his mother letting her know where he was. A raccoon waitress soon came to their table and handed out two menus.

“Bonjour, mes amis,” she said with a warm smile and a heavy French accent. “My name is Céline and I’ll be your waitress for today. Whatever would you like to drink?”

“I’ll take a sparkling lemonade, please,” said Roberta.

“Coke for me, please,” said Oliver.

“Is Pepsi okay with you?” asked Céline.

“Pepsi is perfect.”

“No problem, I’ll be right back,” said the waitress as she walked away. Oliver and Roberta took out their menus and perused what was available. Oliver took a glance at Roberta smiling with her teeth, then closed his yellow eyes and thought, That dreamy smile. Those soft blue eyes. Those big shoes she wears. I’d like to get to know her more. But it was not long before…

“Oliver? Oliver? Planet Earth calling Oliver.” Roberta was waving her hand in his face, and Oliver snapped out of his daydream with a jolt, blinking his eyes.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” he apologized, “I daydream often.”

“That’s okay,” said Roberta.

Céline came back with the beverages and took their orders. Roberta ordered a quiche Lorraine, and Oliver ordered a Nutella crêpe. After they ate, Oliver excused himself to use the restroom, then found Céline.

“Hello Céline, I was wondering if you could do me a favor,” he said.

“What would that be?” asked the waitress. 

Oliver whispered something into her ear. Céline nodded and came back with a mauve box with a shiny silver bow. “Voilà! Free of charge.”

“Merci beaucoup,” said Oliver as he took the box and put it in one of his coat pockets. He and Roberta paid for their after-school snacks and left the café full and happy. As they strolled through the nearby city park, Oliver had something on his mind.

“Roberta?” he asked.

“Yeah, what’s up, Oliver?” said Roberta.

“I was wondering…do you have any plans for tonight? It’s Friday and we don’t have any homework to do over the weekend.”

“I currently don’t have plans,” said Roberta. “I’ll ask my mom if I can hang out at your place and have dinner, maybe even spend the night.”

Oliver’s eyes lit up. “Really?” he said. “What made you decide that?”

Roberta put her hand on Oliver’s shoulder. “I never really went to friends’ houses back then because the other kids would make fun of me.”

“Same here,” said Oliver. “Whenever I tried to get attention from my peers back then, they often passed it off as a mere joke. Yes, I was that unobtrusive. I would cry myself to sleep several nights in a row.”

“Aw, poor thing,” said Roberta. “Had I known you then, I would have defended you from those guys. Especially that bozo Jimmy.”

“Hoo boy, that monkey is some guy,” Oliver laughed, “almost always up to no good.”

“My house is straight ahead,” said Roberta. “My mom should be there.”

The two of them walked to a brick townhome and Roberta used her house key to enter the front door. Oliver followed her into the kitchen where Roberta’s mom Carina was cleaning the countertops.

“Hi Mom,” said Roberta.

“Hi there Roberta,” said Carina as she kissed her daughter. “How was school?”

“Had a very nice day, got an A on my vocabulary test!”

“I knew you’d knock it out of the park after studying hard for it, sweetie. Who’s your friend?”

“This is my new friend Oliver,” said Roberta, presenting Oliver who walked up to Carina.

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Halsey,” said Oliver, shaking her hand.

Carina chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart, you can call me Carina.”

“Okay,” said Oliver. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” said Carina.

Oliver looked at Roberta, who gave a little wink, then turned back to her mother. “May I please invite Roberta to come to my house and stay the night?”

Carina looked at her daughter and asked her, “Are you comfortable with his request, Roberta?”

Roberta nodded yes.

“Well, of course you two can stay at Oliver’s place for the night!” said Carina.

“Wow, cool!” exclaimed Oliver. “Thank you so much, Carina.”

“You’re welcome, my dear,” said Carina as she kissed Oliver on the forehead. “Roberta, would you like to gather whatever you might need while you’re at Oliver’s?”

“Just my phone charger, Mom,” said Roberta as she started to walk upstairs. “I’ll call an Uber too so we don’t have to walk far.”

Roberta took her phone charger from her bedside table and called an Uber for herself and Oliver. The car was a black Kia Cadenza with tan leather interior that had a smooth, comfortable ride and enough legroom in the back seat. Minutes later, the car dropped them off at Oliver’s house and they entered the foyer through the front door.

“Wow, you have a beautiful house,” said Roberta as she observed the household decorations.

“Thanks Roberta, my mom likes to keep things orderly,” said Oliver. He then called out, “Mom, I’m home!”

“Hi Oliver, I’m in the living room!” replied Oliver’s mom Essie from the living room couch.

Oliver and Roberta turned right into the living room to greet her. “Mom, this is my friend from school, Roberta Halsey,” said Oliver.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Roberta,” said Essie, shaking Roberta’s hand. “What brings you here?”

“I thought I could spend the night at your house and hang out with Oliver, he’s a sweet guy,” said Roberta, putting her arm around him.

“Sure thing, honey!” said Essie. “He can be shy at times, though.”

“Mom,” said Oliver.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I’m just being a mom,” laughed Essie.

“Hey Roberta, do you like video games?” asked Oliver.

“Oooh yeah!” whooped Roberta. “I live and breathe video games.”

Oliver motioned her towards him. “Great! Come upstairs with me, we can play some of the ones I have.”

“Okay!” said Roberta as she followed the dog boy up the stairs.

“I’ll call you guys down for dinner when it’s ready!” called Essie.

Oliver turned his head while on the stairs. “What are you fixing?”

“Chicken parmesan.”

“Mmmm, sounds yummy!” Roberta chimed in.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” said Essie.

“Okay Mom,” replied Oliver, then they turned left and went down the hallway. Oliver’s bedroom was a bit messy as usual, but nonetheless a cozy room. Posters of different bands and video games graced the walls, and facing the bed was a small flat-screen HDTV. Next to it was a bookcase with numerous video games.

“Awesome room you have here,” said Roberta. “I’m jealous.”

“Hehehe, I bet,” said Oliver as he took off his ski cap and coat and placed them on the bedpost and desk chair respectively. “I even have my own walk-in closet, TV, desk, and computer.”

“So what systems do you play the most?” asked Roberta as she plugged her phone charger into one of the electrical outlets.

Oliver shrugged. “I guess a mixture of everything. Xbox, PS4, Switch, Nintendo 64.”

Roberta gasped in surprise. “You have a Nintendo 64? Mine broke years ago.”

“Well, you’re in luck.” Oliver went into his closet and came out with the Nintendo 64 and two controllers, plugged it in, and searched several game cartridges in his closet. “Let’s see here, we have Super Mario 64, San Francisco Rush, The Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time...oh my gosh!” He picked up one of the cartridges. “Top Gear Overdrive! I loved this game!”

“Let’s play it!” said Roberta excitedly.

Oliver proceeded to put the cartridge into the slot and turn on the console. The two friends had a blast racing against each other on the different tracks. Then they played San Francisco Rush, with Roberta beating Oliver in the Extreme car. Then Oliver played Super Mario 64 and showed his friend the many different hilarious deaths that could happen to the jolly Italian plumber himself.

At around nine o’clock in the evening, Essie called them down to a hearty dinner of chicken parmesan and Caesar salad with sweet tea to drink. Everyone ate slowly, enjoying their meal as they talked about themselves and told jokes. After dinner, Oliver led his mom and Roberta into the foyer to serenade them on the piano. He began with some classical pieces by Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin, and even Franz Liszt’s “Liebesträume No. 3”, where he played the cadenza with stunning virtuosity. Then he played and sang some ballads and rock songs. Soon after that, Essie said, “You two let me know if you need anything, I’ll be watching a movie in the family room.”

“Okay Mom,” said Oliver, then he and Roberta went back upstairs to his room and closed the door. He then said, “I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” asked Roberta.

Oliver reached into the pocket of the coat he had taken off and pulled out the box he received at the café before giving it to Roberta who opened it. “Eeee! Petit fours!” she squealed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” said Oliver. “I love them too. I’ve heard they’re the best in the city. The fondant looks immaculately smooth. Let’s enjoy our dessert, shall we?”

After the two of them played some more video games and ate the sweet petit fours, they looked into each other’s eyes for a minute.

“You know, Oliver,” said Roberta as they both sat on the bed, “you have one of the best singing voices I’ve ever heard. Your piano skills gave me goosebumps!”

“Aw, thanks Roberta,” replied Oliver.

“So, is there anything else you wanna talk about?” asked Roberta.

“Well, y-yeah...but...I don’t know how it’ll make you feel.”

“Don’t be a silly goose, tell me!” coaxed Roberta.

“Hold on one second.” Oliver stood up, turned off his game system and TV, closed the curtains, and turned off one of the bright lamps so that only the two dim ones were lit, then sat back down on the bed.

“I have what’s called...a fetish,” he said.

“Fetish?” wondered Roberta. “What does that mean?”

“No, not exactly, it means you have an attraction to something.”

“Well, what are you attracted to?”

Oliver’s heart started beating a bit faster. “I like…hehe…I like y-y-your…”

“My what?” asked Roberta with a smile.

“Well, uh, could you take your shoes off for me?” asked Oliver nervously.

“I suppose I could get comfy in your cool room,” said Roberta as she unlaced and pulled off her large sneakers revealing purple socks.

“Hmmm, purple socks, huh?” Oliver took a deep breath. “Phew, okay, I’ll say it. I have a thing for feet.”

“Oh, r-really?” asked Roberta as she wiggled her toes in her socks.

Oliver nodded yes and had a feel of her socks with his hands. They felt quite warm to the touch as shown from how long they were in her shoes. A minute later, he put his thumb inside one of her socks.

Roberta quickly noticed and giggled. “I guess I’ll go ahead and take these stuffy purple socks off,” she said as she took them off one by one, revealing a massive pair of pale blue human feet with five toes on each foot and perfectly pedicured, plain toenails. Without warning, Oliver’s hands began to touch and caress the smooth, sweaty skin of her feet. He found little traces of sock lint on the balls of her feet and between her toes, then twisted the lint with his fingers.

“Boy, you’re really into my big feet, huh?” said Roberta with a wink and a smile.

“I can’t get enough,” said Oliver. He felt her nicely rounded heels, defined arches, meaty balls, and plump, sweaty toes before feeling the smooth skin on her tops. His nose dipped into the balls and toes and he took a sniff. “Mmmmm!” he uttered.

“Oliver, you cutie! Sniffin’ my feet?” Roberta asked.

Oliver took another sniff and said, “Phew! I looooooove a nice pair of stinky feet.”

“Not that stinky,” said Roberta with a giggle.

“Certainly not like a dumpster,” said Oliver. “Just plain stinky.” He thought for a second and asked, “Could you wiggle your toes for me?”

Roberta nodded and wiggled them playfully, showing her nails.

“Your nails are perfect,” said Oliver, running a finger along the toenails.

“You give the best foot massages too,” replied Roberta. “What about your own feet?”

“I suppose they could use the extra attention,” said Oliver as he took off his shoes and socks. His feet were obviously smaller than Roberta’s, but still had five toes and plain toenails, and they were pretty big at size 8 and a half. He put them in Roberta’s lap and crossed his ankles, prompting her to start playing with his feet by stroking his soles with her hands, amazed by the silky softness of his white skin, his nice soles and arches, his gentle round heels, and his toes, which were just as plump as hers. Oliver wiggled his toes, enjoying the overall feeling.

“May I smell your feet too?” asked Roberta.

“You didn’t have to ask, I already smelled yours,” said Oliver as he brought his soles to her face.

Roberta brought her nose up against Oliver’s feet and took a sniff. “Yours are a bit on the stinky side too.”

“Thanks, Roberta,” replied Oliver. But then, something else would grab his attention. Roberta wiggled a finger against his right sole, causing him to giggle. Then she used more fingers on both of his feet and all ten of his toes, causing Oliver to laugh even harder. This went on for about twenty more seconds before Oliver laid back, catching his breath. However, Roberta noticed that Oliver had a noticeable bump in his pants. She whispered in his ear, “Check your crotch.”

Oliver looked down at his boner, gasped, and quickly covered it. “I swear, it’s not what it looks like,” he tried to explain.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Ollie,” Roberta reassured. “It’s a natural occurrence of life.”

Oliver took his hands off and then said, “Did you just call me…Ollie?”

Roberta brought her head down and took a nice long gaze at the tent in his pants. “I can tell you’re not done yet, you’re very excited.”

Oliver blushed and started shaking with excitement. “I am?”

Roberta thought for a moment, then sat back on the bed and crossed her feet, wiggling her toes at him. “Your wish is my command.”

“Time to get into my sexy self.” Oliver stood back up, locked his bedroom door, and faced Roberta. He stripped off his shirt and pulled off his pants and red polka-dot underwear, revealing his erect white circumcised penis.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re so dreamy, Oliver,” cooed Roberta teasingly. “I like you even more than I did before.”

“Likewise,” said Oliver as his penis twitched.

“Looks like your pee pee wants in on the action.” Roberta then had an idea. “Ready for the second half of my foot massage?”

“Yes times infinity!” Oliver immediately walked up to her feet, and his penis touched the left sole. The feeling was so electric that he started moaning a little.

“I never knew you’d like my feet that much,” said Roberta. “By all means, rub away.”

“Here we go,” said Oliver confidently. He started slowly thrusting his hips to rub his penis back and forth against Roberta’s left sole, then did the same for the right sole. Then he stroked his penis along the heels which had a bit of rough skin but still felt good. He proceeded to thrust his hips to slowly hump her arches, and then did the same where his penis was rubbing her tops.

“You should have someone else do this to your feet someday,” added Roberta.

“Trust me, I will,” said Oliver as he rubbed his penis on the underside of all ten of her toes. “Oooooh, your toes are one hundred percent sexy.”

“Give my nails a pedicure too, if you know what I mean,” said Roberta, fluttering her eyes and grinning.

Oliver rubbed his penis on the smooth part of her toenails and slowly thrusted his hips as he did so. Roberta wiggled her toes playfully, tapping the head of the erect pee pee. Oliver then laid on his side and thrusted his hips to rub against her soles, then experimented with different positions with different parts of her feet. Soon enough, when he was rubbing his penis on the balls of her feet again, he panted softly as he shot out string after string of his white, milky semen which landed on Roberta’s soles and toes, with some landing on her pants.

“My my my, you sure made a mess!” giggled Roberta.

“I can wipe it up with a Kleenex,” said Oliver, still panting a little. He went to the bedside table, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the semen off Roberta’s feet and orange pants. Roberta found an empty plastic bag, opened it, put the semen-stained Kleenex inside, and closed it.

“I wanna keep this as a souvenir so that I can always remember this night,” she told Oliver.

“This truly is a night to remember,” replied Oliver. “I now have a new nickname: Superfootfetish!”

Roberta giggled and put the plastic bag in a small drawer in the bedside table. The two of them put their pajamas on, brushed their teeth, washed their hands and faces, and climbed into the same bed.

“Roberta?” said Oliver as he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed.

“Yes?” said Roberta.

“I just wanted to say thank you so much for coming over and hanging out with me. I’ve never had a friend like you.”

“It was my pleasure,” said Roberta. “I have another surprise for you.”

“What would that be?” asked Oliver.

Roberta puckered her lips and leaned her head in towards his. Their lips touched, and they kissed each other passionately for about ten seconds before they lay back down.

“I love you,” said Oliver.

“I love you too,” replied Roberta. “Do you need some water?”

“Yes, please, water would be nice.”

Roberta went downstairs to the kitchen in her pajamas and big bare feet, filled up two glasses of water, came back upstairs, closed the door, and put each glass on the tables on either side of the bed before climbing back in and turning out the last lamp.

“Thanks,” said Oliver as he took a drink of his glass. “Good night, Roberta.”

“Good night, Oliver,” said Roberta, closing her eyes.

Oliver closed his eyes and went to sleep, with his new girlfriend being the big spoon. Their bare feet touched each other under the covers.

The End