All characters are 18+.
You can choose who you want to be. My girlfriend? My best friend? But one of my favorites is a sibling rivalry dynamic so I wrote this prompt with that in mind.
"Do you think I actually LIKE being attracted to your feet!?" I asked defiantly, standing there between my little sister's gigantic feet towering over me. Her toes wiggled in time with her giggles floating down from far above.
I breathed out heavily in frustration. These strange thoughts of her feet swirling around in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about them. Her toes. Her soles. Fuck. Just everything about them. But even so, I tried as much as I could to maintain my big brother status in spite of everything. Just because I was tiny now...and addicted to her feet...shouldn't mean anything should change between us!
"Umm, yes. Yes, I think you do actually," she teased, giggling again. She had watched her big brother catch the shrinking virus and slowly shrink over the last few months to a pathetically small size literally smaller than her own feet and it always made her laugh to see him struggle so much. Somewhere in his mind he still thought he was the big dog and not the little bug at her feet. It was so cute and so funny to see him fight against these new urges.
"Like, of course you must," she continued. "I mean, why else would you be begging for them?"
"I am NOT begging!" I yelled up at her. "You know very well that I can't control it! Now can we just get on with this already? Otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight because I'll be too busy thinking about your toes or something!"
"What if I want you to keep thinking about my toes, huh?" She asked like it was some burning philosophical question before breaking character a moment later. "I'm sorry. You're just too cute like this. Is that really all you're able to think about? These big feet you always complained about?" She remembered how he used to tease her about having larger than average feet than the rest of the girls. But now look at him...wanting nothing more than to be played with by them like he was their personal toy.
"Are you really going to bring up that stuff? So what if I teased you for having big feet!? You teased me all the time too! It was just a normal brother-sister thing!"
I sighed, thinking about how I was going to get through this.
"And yes, this is really all I'm able to think about. And you know it's all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on teasing me every waking moment as I was shrinking, frequently with your feet of all things, none of this would have ever happened! It's all your fault that I...what did they call it...oh yeah... It's all your fault that I imprinted on you and your feet. The result of my so-called trauma-bonding. So since it was you who did this to me in the first place, the least you could do is help me get it out of my system for the night!"
"Better me than someone else, right?" She giggled again before tilting her head. "But I mean, I don't have to use my feet on you. I could just... leave you here..."
I hated to admit it but she was right; on both counts. This could have happened with anyone. Our mother... I shivered at the thought. A bully from university... Anyone! So I guess I should be thankful that it was my little sister since she was more interested in playing with me and keeping me all to herself. That could at least spare me the public embarrassment. (If you read this far, include the word banana in your message to me.)
And she was right about leaving me here. She didn't have to do anything for me. It was a favor. A favor she greatly enjoyed, but a favor nonetheless. I knew what she wanted.
So I was forced to swallow my pride and ask nicely.
"Ok, fine! Can you please just humiliate me with your feet?"