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In case you couldn’t tell, I love me some father/son foot stories
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The boy returned home with only one goal. Put his project to the test.

While away at college, Nick had created a device that allowed him to shrink and grow things with only the press of a button.

After running test on numerous things, animals and cars and furniture, and even a classmate, Nick had known exactly what he wanted to do with it.

From a young age, Nick had a massive fetish for manly, musky, and smelly feet. His first and well, only love had been his father’s size tens. Numerous times through middle school and high school, Nick would sneak into his Dad’s room, life the covers of his blankets, and sniff his Dad’s feet after a long shift in the factory he had spent a major portion of his life working in.

Andrew, Nick’s father, had worked on his feet day in and day out, and often wore his steel toed boots without socks, creating a swamp of foot sweat and gunk on the well-worn soles.

Nick had returned home from school as soon as he could and entered his father’s bedroom, he crawls under the bed and presses the button, allowing it to stay hidden and out of sight from his soon to be Goliath father.

Andrew returned home after a long day, unaware that Nick had returned home from college. He went up to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, untying his boots. As he does, Nick quietly presses the button and slowly begins to dwindle down in size. As he does, he approaches his father’s manly feet.

Andrew was unaware that his son was slowly shrinking down to the size of a bug. He brings his boot to his nose and sniffs it, then tosses it to the side, shaking Nick’s ground.

“God, my feet smell fucking horrible.” He says as he takes off his first sock, then his second and drops them on the floor, leaving them in a starchy, sweaty pile.

Intrigued, Nick approached his Dad’s worn socks and buries himself into the mound of soft, yet smell materials. He grows hard against it and begins to grind hard and fast into the material, moaning as he did. The smell was completely intoxicating as he drowned himself in it.

While Nick was basking in his Dad’s foot sweat, Andrew was changing into his cut-off tee and a pair of athletic shorts. His muscular arms bulged under the shirt and the only thing that pulled Nick from his ecstasy, was the sound of his Dad cracking and crunching his massive toes.

Nick sits up and looks over to his Dad across the room, then shoots up and runs toward his feet, his erection firm and bouncing.

“Dad!” He shouted, his voice was barely a squeak to Andrew.

Andrew sat back down on his bed and took out his phone, then quickly typed something into his browser. His feet were pressed firmly on the ground as he reached his hand into his shorts.

Nick hadn’t noticed as he arrived as his father’s massive feed and disappeared into the gap between his big and second toe, the gunk taking over as he bathed himself in it.

At the same time, Andrew crunched his toes and scooted back on the bed, pulling out his long, hard erection. He holds his phone in front of his face and jerks his cock as Nick explores his toes.

He stops when he sees what his Dad is doing and watches from the gap in his toes as his feet are pointed to the ceiling. Nick grabs the rough, calloused skin of his Dad’s big toe and begins to jerk himself off, feeling so small and insignificant under a godly man like his father.

Nick shoots his load much faster than that of his father, the small spurts of cum pooling at Nick’s small feet.

Andrew squeezes his toes, trapping Nick in the flesh as he reaches his climax. His load is large enough to create a pool for his son and he allows it to bask on his hard, muscled stomach.

Intrigued, Nick moves down the top of his father’s hairy foot and though his leg hair forget. Nick reaches his fathers thigh and moved quickly so he doesn’t fall into his father’s large crotch.

Andrew pants to catch his breath and he moves his hand back to his cock, toying with it with his calloused fingers and hands.

Nick arrives to his Dad’s stomach and goes to the first pool of cum in his navel section. He cannonballs into it, swimming in the thick, salty pool.

Andrew freezes when he feels something in his navel. He lets go of his cock and moves his finger to the goop, dipping it and brining it up to his face.

Nick was held tightly to his Dad’s large finger by the sticky syrups of his father.

“Huh. What a weird lookin bug.” He mutters.

He sits up and keeps staring at Nick as he makes snow angels in his father’s quickly drying cum.

“Wait- is that?” He pauses and looks even closer, “Nick? What the hell? How in the world?”

Nick sits up, slightly caught off guard, but he laughs. He points to his Dad’s ear and Andrew moves his finger to his ear. Nick shouts as loud as he can.

“Put me under the bed! I’ll explain!”

Andrew hears it faintly, then rises from his bed and lowers his son to the floor, putting him down on the hardwood between his large, manly feet. He watches as a bug sized Nick disappears under the bed and a few second later, a full sized Nick crawls out, sitting in front of his naked father, on his hands and knees.

“How in the hell did you do that? Why?”

Nick sighs and sits down on the bed, “Dad. I figured out a way to shrink myself. And I wanted to see what it was like to be small in front of someone I adore.”

“So you shrink yourself down, climb my body, and swim in my sperm?” Andrew asks and Nick nods.

“I was between your toes when you were jacking off. I wanted to be at your feet, like a small bug.” Nick sighs, looking down, embarrassed.

“But my feet reek? Why would you want to be under them?”

Nick frowns and gets down on his knees again, saying nothing as he sniffs his father’s manly feet. Andrew is too shocked to do anything.

“Dad. My biggest thing is that I’m into men’s feet. It’s always turned me on.” Nick explains quickly and presses his lips to his father’s ankle.

“I can control my size, so what if I try again except make myself a little bigger?”

“No. Not a chance.” He replies to him, stepping back from his son.

“Dad please. Your feet are amazing.” Nick pleads, “I’ve been sneaking socks from your hamper and blaming it on the dog for years. I want to. At least once.”

Andrew shakes his head, but Nick disobeys him, using his toe to press the button.

Nick shrinks down, a little smaller this time, but still small enough for his father to have complete control over him.

Andrew looks confused, then gets down on his hands and knees, looking for his son, not knowing that the minute Nick shrank, he had bolted to his father’s musky feet.

Andrew sighs, “Fine. You want me to play along? Well fine.”

He stands up quickly, “You can be down there for one day. You have one fucking day down there. Don’t expect me to shower or clean em, though.”

Nick smiles as he holds onto a toe hair, and Andrew goes and picks up a pair of socks pulling them on and trapping his son on his toes.

“By the way, I was about to head to the gym to get a couple of reps in. Hope you don’t mind how bad it smells down there.” Andrew tells his minuscule son while he gets dressed. He pulls on his tennis shoes, wiggling his manly toes and heading out the door.
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Andrew did the most intensive workout he could at the gym, harder than ever before. He arrives home and sits on the couch, taking off his running shoes, then his socks. He lifts his sole to his face and finds Nick lying between his toes with a blissful smile.

“Fucking freak.” He mutters and used his finger to pull his son from his toes.

He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, then places his son between his feet, “You want to be at my feet. Fine. Here’s my feet.”

Nick approaches his Dad’s heel and presses into the rough, peeling skin with both hands.

“I won’t lie, you feel good down there.” His Dad tells him, “Bet if you were a little bigger, it’d feel even better. Do you need to go under the bed to do it again?”

Nick nods and Andrew carries a shrunken Nick between his toes to the bedroom. He opens his toes and Nick races under the bed, growing, then he changes the setting to three inches, and presses it again.

A moment later, a three inch tall Nick rushes out from under the bed.

“Let me rub them for you! You worked hard today and deserve it.” Nick pleads loudly and Andrew bends down, picking his son up and carrying him back to the table. He props his bare feet up in front of Nick and his son rushes toward them, rubbing his entire body against them.

Andrew moans as his foot twitches under his tiny son’s touch.

And in this moment, Andrew knew his and Nick’s relation was forever changed.
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Part Two coming soon…

Description
In case you couldn’t tell, I love me some father/son foot stories
-

The boy returned home with only one goal. Put his project to the test.

While away at college, Nick had created a device that allowed him to shrink and grow things with only the press of a button.

After running test on numerous things, animals and cars and furniture, and even a classmate, Nick had known exactly what he wanted to do with it.

From a young age, Nick had a massive fetish for manly, musky, and smelly feet. His first and well, only love had been his father’s size tens. Numerous times through middle school and high school, Nick would sneak into his Dad’s room, life the covers of his blankets, and sniff his Dad’s feet after a long shift in the factory he had spent a major portion of his life working in.

Andrew, Nick’s father, had worked on his feet day in and day out, and often wore his steel toed boots without socks, creating a swamp of foot sweat and gunk on the well-worn soles.

Nick had returned home from school as soon as he could and entered his father’s bedroom, he crawls under the bed and presses the button, allowing it to stay hidden and out of sight from his soon to be Goliath father.

Andrew returned home after a long day, unaware that Nick had returned home from college. He went up to his room and sat on the edge of his bed, untying his boots. As he does, Nick quietly presses the button and slowly begins to dwindle down in size. As he does, he approaches his father’s manly feet.

Andrew was unaware that his son was slowly shrinking down to the size of a bug. He brings his boot to his nose and sniffs it, then tosses it to the side, shaking Nick’s ground.

“God, my feet smell fucking horrible.” He says as he takes off his first sock, then his second and drops them on the floor, leaving them in a starchy, sweaty pile.

Intrigued, Nick approached his Dad’s worn socks and buries himself into the mound of soft, yet smell materials. He grows hard against it and begins to grind hard and fast into the material, moaning as he did. The smell was completely intoxicating as he drowned himself in it.

While Nick was basking in his Dad’s foot sweat, Andrew was changing into his cut-off tee and a pair of athletic shorts. His muscular arms bulged under the shirt and the only thing that pulled Nick from his ecstasy, was the sound of his Dad cracking and crunching his massive toes.

Nick sits up and looks over to his Dad across the room, then shoots up and runs toward his feet, his erection firm and bouncing.

“Dad!” He shouted, his voice was barely a squeak to Andrew.

Andrew sat back down on his bed and took out his phone, then quickly typed something into his browser. His feet were pressed firmly on the ground as he reached his hand into his shorts.

Nick hadn’t noticed as he arrived as his father’s massive feed and disappeared into the gap between his big and second toe, the gunk taking over as he bathed himself in it.

At the same time, Andrew crunched his toes and scooted back on the bed, pulling out his long, hard erection. He holds his phone in front of his face and jerks his cock as Nick explores his toes.

He stops when he sees what his Dad is doing and watches from the gap in his toes as his feet are pointed to the ceiling. Nick grabs the rough, calloused skin of his Dad’s big toe and begins to jerk himself off, feeling so small and insignificant under a godly man like his father.

Nick shoots his load much faster than that of his father, the small spurts of cum pooling at Nick’s small feet.

Andrew squeezes his toes, trapping Nick in the flesh as he reaches his climax. His load is large enough to create a pool for his son and he allows it to bask on his hard, muscled stomach.

Intrigued, Nick moves down the top of his father’s hairy foot and though his leg hair forget. Nick reaches his fathers thigh and moved quickly so he doesn’t fall into his father’s large crotch.

Andrew pants to catch his breath and he moves his hand back to his cock, toying with it with his calloused fingers and hands.

Nick arrives to his Dad’s stomach and goes to the first pool of cum in his navel section. He cannonballs into it, swimming in the thick, salty pool.

Andrew freezes when he feels something in his navel. He lets go of his cock and moves his finger to the goop, dipping it and brining it up to his face.

Nick was held tightly to his Dad’s large finger by the sticky syrups of his father.

“Huh. What a weird lookin bug.” He mutters.

He sits up and keeps staring at Nick as he makes snow angels in his father’s quickly drying cum.

“Wait- is that?” He pauses and looks even closer, “Nick? What the hell? How in the world?”

Nick sits up, slightly caught off guard, but he laughs. He points to his Dad’s ear and Andrew moves his finger to his ear. Nick shouts as loud as he can.

“Put me under the bed! I’ll explain!”

Andrew hears it faintly, then rises from his bed and lowers his son to the floor, putting him down on the hardwood between his large, manly feet. He watches as a bug sized Nick disappears under the bed and a few second later, a full sized Nick crawls out, sitting in front of his naked father, on his hands and knees.

“How in the hell did you do that? Why?”

Nick sighs and sits down on the bed, “Dad. I figured out a way to shrink myself. And I wanted to see what it was like to be small in front of someone I adore.”

“So you shrink yourself down, climb my body, and swim in my sperm?” Andrew asks and Nick nods.

“I was between your toes when you were jacking off. I wanted to be at your feet, like a small bug.” Nick sighs, looking down, embarrassed.

“But my feet reek? Why would you want to be under them?”

Nick frowns and gets down on his knees again, saying nothing as he sniffs his father’s manly feet. Andrew is too shocked to do anything.

“Dad. My biggest thing is that I’m into men’s feet. It’s always turned me on.” Nick explains quickly and presses his lips to his father’s ankle.

“I can control my size, so what if I try again except make myself a little bigger?”

“No. Not a chance.” He replies to him, stepping back from his son.

“Dad please. Your feet are amazing.” Nick pleads, “I’ve been sneaking socks from your hamper and blaming it on the dog for years. I want to. At least once.”

Andrew shakes his head, but Nick disobeys him, using his toe to press the button.

Nick shrinks down, a little smaller this time, but still small enough for his father to have complete control over him.

Andrew looks confused, then gets down on his hands and knees, looking for his son, not knowing that the minute Nick shrank, he had bolted to his father’s musky feet.

Andrew sighs, “Fine. You want me to play along? Well fine.”

He stands up quickly, “You can be down there for one day. You have one fucking day down there. Don’t expect me to shower or clean em, though.”

Nick smiles as he holds onto a toe hair, and Andrew goes and picks up a pair of socks pulling them on and trapping his son on his toes.

“By the way, I was about to head to the gym to get a couple of reps in. Hope you don’t mind how bad it smells down there.” Andrew tells his minuscule son while he gets dressed. He pulls on his tennis shoes, wiggling his manly toes and heading out the door.
~
Andrew did the most intensive workout he could at the gym, harder than ever before. He arrives home and sits on the couch, taking off his running shoes, then his socks. He lifts his sole to his face and finds Nick lying between his toes with a blissful smile.

“Fucking freak.” He mutters and used his finger to pull his son from his toes.

He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, then places his son between his feet, “You want to be at my feet. Fine. Here’s my feet.”

Nick approaches his Dad’s heel and presses into the rough, peeling skin with both hands.

“I won’t lie, you feel good down there.” His Dad tells him, “Bet if you were a little bigger, it’d feel even better. Do you need to go under the bed to do it again?”

Nick nods and Andrew carries a shrunken Nick between his toes to the bedroom. He opens his toes and Nick races under the bed, growing, then he changes the setting to three inches, and presses it again.

A moment later, a three inch tall Nick rushes out from under the bed.

“Let me rub them for you! You worked hard today and deserve it.” Nick pleads loudly and Andrew bends down, picking his son up and carrying him back to the table. He props his bare feet up in front of Nick and his son rushes toward them, rubbing his entire body against them.

Andrew moans as his foot twitches under his tiny son’s touch.

And in this moment, Andrew knew his and Nick’s relation was forever changed.
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Part Two coming soon…