The Digi-Foot Toy
A story for FA: animorph59 as a little thing of a former human being used as a foot slave for some digimon.
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The Digi-Foot Toy For Sunkit By Draconicon
It had been several days since he'd become a...a foot toy. Since he'd become Foot-Toy, he supposed, considering that was the only name that he heard anymore. 'David' had been his old name, his human name, but...
He looked down at himself. Standing barely six inches tall at the moment, he definitely didn't look human anymore. His hands were perpetually covered in strange gloves, like boxing gloves except slightly more flexible, and his body was completely inhuman. Blue and white fur covered him from head to toe, and a red bandana ran around his forehead that seemed as much a part of him as his fur. The fact that his feet had been turned into three-toed paws rather than his normal set was another reminder of how much he'd changed.
No, he wasn't really 'David' anymore...but was he really a -
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of large, heavy footsteps coming from the far end of the den. The miniature Gaomon ducked down, hiding behind some of the leaves and bits of debris that he'd gathered for a 'room' for himself. He poked his head around one of the leaves that formed his bed...
And sighed in relief. It wasn't one of the other digimon that occasionally came around, looking for food. It was only his Masters, another Gaomon and Veemon.
They stomped about, each step heavy enough to send a vibration through the floor and tickle Foot-Toy's feet. He bit his lip to stifle the little giggles at the touch, and waited. He knew that they would think of him before long, but if he was quiet, maybe he'd hear something interesting from them, rather than simply getting shoved underfoot right away.
He settled down, waiting as they found two little rock stools and got comfortable.
"Man, those portals are opening left and right, aren't they, Gaomon?"
"Yeah, and people are popping out like crazy. All of them with things like these."
Veemon held up the Digi-Vice, and Foot-Toy shivered. He remembered how it had been part of the transformation, how it had been the thing that gave the Masters their total control over him. A part of him wanted to take it and destroy it...while another part wondered just how many other things they'd think of to do to him with it.
But other people? How...
The idea of other human beings popping into the Digi-World and getting transformed like he had was both a frightening and encouraging thought. If they were coming here, then it meant that someone he knew might get here and get caught. He didn't want to wish a fate like this on someone else, particularly someone that wouldn't be as confused about it as he was.
At the same time, he didn't want to be left alone, either. If the portals were still opening, then there was a chance he could get rescued.
Foot-Toy blinked as he heard Veemon shouting for him.
"Get out here, boy. We've been walking all day, and we need our toy."
He moved fast, his fat little paws carrying him across the floor at a speed that he hoped was good enough. Foot-Toy ran over to the bigger, more reptilian digimon, and fell to his knees at his feet.
"What can I do for you, Master?"
"Heh, let's start with - hey!"
Veemon snatched for the Digi-Vice as the other Gaomon took it away. Foot-Toy watched as his bigger counterpart looked at the device with a small smirk, and then looked down again.
"You know, I think our toy deserves a little bit of a reward for all the hard work that he's been doing."
"What are you talking about? He's been lucky to get us as Masters. Anyone else -"
"Come on, anyone else would have flattened him or left him alone. You and me? We've been making him work. And I think he's been doing pretty good. Haven't you, Foot-Toy?"
Not knowing what else to do, he slowly nodded. He hoped that he'd been doing good over the last couple of days. His tongue seemed to be saturated with the taste of sweat of late, and he knew that he stank of feet considering how often he was under them, but he hoped that he was doing a good job for his Masters.
As Gaomon nodded, he assumed that he was.
"Right. Then you should be getting a little treat. Just so you know how much better it is to work hard."
Gloved fingers worked over the Digi-Vice, and soon, Foot-Toy felt the familiar tingles of the size changing powers it had. He blushed, worried all of a sudden that his 'reward' would be to shrink even further. The only way that'd help him would mean that he'd have more hiding places, and he'd be harder to squish underfoot, but that wasn't a real reward -
"Let's see how you look a bit bigger."
Bigger? He blinked at that. That seemed almost impossible, yet...yet it was happening. The stones that the Masters were sitting on actually looked a little bit smaller now, and he realized that he was actually getting bigger again.
Inches piled onto his shoulders, and he felt a smile growing despite his situation. Whether or not he was going to be humiliated later, he actually was being treated nice for the moment, and that was all he needed. Even as he passed the halfway point, getting bigger than Gaomon and Veemon's waist-height, he couldn't stop smiling.
They stopped him about five inches short of Gaomon's normal height, which was still massively bigger than his old size. He bowed his head to both of the digimon, nodding up and down.
"Thank you, thank you, thank -"
"Ah, that's not all."
A furry, three-toed foot shoved its way into his face, and nudged him over onto his back. He stared up as both of his Masters lifted their feet, from the padded, fuzzy ones that Gaomon had to the smoother, more clawed toed feet that Veemon did. They wiggled their toes, a little damp looking, but not the worst that he'd seen.
"So, what are going to do with him, Gaomon?"
"Oh, I was thinking..."
One fuzzy foot landed on his crotch, and Foot-Toy jumped as he felt his soft shaft slide between two large toes. They squeezed down on him, pinching his cock between them and started to stroke up and down.
"I was thinking a real treat for him...show him how much more fun he'll have down there if he actually does what he's told..."
"Heh...I can get behind that."
Veemon's foot came down as well, though his toes were drumming on Foot-Toy's balls. The claws on the tip left him shivering, but the sensation was undeniable, giving pleasant little scratches and the perfect amount of pressure.
Up and down, tappity-tap those feet went, teasing him and stroking him all the time. He shivered and bit his lip at the sensation, moaning and whimpering as he quickly reached full erection. He squirmed back and forth, panting as his hips started to twitch without him meaning to. Gaomon noticed, and chuckled.
"Heh, look at you. Already so eager?"
"Mmmph...Master's feet...feels so good..."
"Heh, well, let's see how Veemon does with this, hmm?"
The fuzzy foot lifted off of him, and he blushed as he stared down at his own bobbing, twitching shaft. Even with his growth, it looked downright pathetic compared to what his Masters had between their legs. It was tiny, dripping, twitching, begging for relief, and he didn't even have the courage to reach down and take it for himself.
Suddenly, the smooth, blue and white feet of Veemon pressed down on him. They smashed his cock flat against his belly, and as the feet slid up and down, they ground his cock against his belly fur, and smeared the head with the bit of sweat between the toes. Foot-Toy was moaning to all new heights, his back arching off the ground to force his cock more firmly against those soles.
The Masters teased him back and forth, taking turns to torment his cock between their feet. Sometimes it was Gaomon, the fluffy toes and the padded soles grinding at his cock, batting them back and forth. Sometimes it was Veemon, using his smoother soles to his advantage and smearing pre all over them, making them a slick humping toy.
Whoever was doing it at a given moment, neither one seemed intent on letting him cum. Foot-Toy panted and groaned as he laid there, taking the torment that his Masters gave him, shivering as he felt his cock getting closer and closer, but never quite getting over the edge.
"Heh, look at you...So horny, so needy. One would almost think this isn't a reward for you."
Gaomon's chuckles left him blushing worse than ever.
"I...I gotta cum...please...let me cum..."
"Heh, you want to cum, huh?"
Foot-Toy nodded, desperately.
"Alright...but if you cum, you gotta lick everything up. And I mean everything. All that cum, all that sweat, everything off of our feet. Do you get that, Foot-Toy? You don't get to stop until you clean up all of your mess."
In his state of mind, he would have agreed to anything. He nodded his head, rapidly, desperately, all the while desperately pushing -
Suddenly, one fuzzy foot and one smooth one slammed down on his cock. Rubbing it from both sides, it was such a difference in texture and sensation that he couldn't hold back anymore. With a deep moan, Foot-Toy came, and he came hard.
Hot cum sprayed over both feet, held right above his cock. They seemed to take perverse joy in getting their soles painted with his cum, but he didn't care. He was getting his relief, finally; for the first time in days, he was getting off, and it felt good.
It lasted for perhaps thirty seconds before cummy toes were pressed against his lips. He was forced to open wide, feeling Veemon's smooth, slimy toes pushing past his lips, sliding over his tongue and covering it in his own juices.
"Man, you are a perverted thing. Are all humans as bad as you?"
He blushed, and declined to answer. Mostly because his mouth was too busy with the toes, admittedly, but he didn't want to admit that he was probably worse.
The salty taste of cum and sweat covered his tongue in a slimy coating that he doubted would go away soon. Veemon thrusted his toes back and forth, sliding them into the back of Foot-Toy's mouth before finally getting satisfied that they were clean, and then moving on to getting the rest of his foot licked up. Foot-Toy was busy licking along the sole as Gaomon chuckled, rubbing a finger over his foot.
"You better be ready for a lot, Foot-Toy, because we're not done yet. We're gonna milk that thing dry, and make sure that you have a good 'dinner' by the time that this is all done..."
Dinner? You...
The idea that his meal for the night would be his own cum, and that much of it, sent shiver of nerves and a shiver of pleasure down his spine. The humiliation was too keen, and his cock started rising up again.
Neither one of his Masters spared him their laughter...and he couldn't blame them.
"Here, let him get mine clean. You start working him over."
As the slippery, smooth toes slipped out of his mouth, he blushed. He was going to be in a cycle for the rest of the night. Lick one male clean, get the other soaked, and then switch places. Again, and again, and again, until his balls were dry...
So why am I so hard?!
The End