A Story or Something Finished

	The first thing Dipper noticed was Wendy’s beautiful, fiery hair that flowed down to her bare shoulders. Immediately after he noticed her giant, throbbing cock.
He took a few steps back; he wasn’t sure what he expected when Wendy called him over to her house in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t this. He tried to think of something to say, but he was too overwhelmed. Wendy’s smile was usually comforting, especially when Dipper was feeling overly nervous, a trait she always found endearing and adorable (although Dipper resented the term).
Of course Wendy knew this was going to come as a surprise to Dipper. Especially after turning him down a few weeks back. But soon after letting him go she started to notice… some of his features. The bulge in his shorts every time he spotted Wendy, the way he would try to ignore it, only to leave and come back 10 minutes later, looking satisfied.
“Wendy, I-” Dipper desperately tried to find the right words, but every time he looked back and Wendy, he found himself even more nervous, confused, and against his dismay: aroused. It wasn’t the first time he found himself attracted to… less than average features on girls. His bizarre findings on the internet confirmed that he wasn’t alone, although it did make him rather uncomfortable.
The strangest part to Dipper was not the sly grin on Wendy, nor her gigantic, engorged cock. It was the fact that she seemed to only be looking down, right at Dipper’s shoes.
Dipper started to notice that she didn’t seem to take her eyes of them, and looking down he didn’t see anything peculiar about his footwear: they were the same ones he wore all summer. In fact, it was rare to see him without them on. Sometimes he would walk around the Shack in his socks, but never in his bare feet. He hated being without socks: the coldness on his feet, even during the summer, his fear of splinters, especially on the creaky old floors of the Mystery Shack. And of course, the less than attractive odour his feet gave off when they were outside his socks.
Still, Wendy seemed to only look up from his shoes to give Dipper a reassuring smile. It was a minute before she started to walk towards him, her cock bobbing up and down with each step, in an almost cartoony fashion.
“Dude, just relax.” Her voice was still music to Dipper’s ears, even in the strangest of circumstances.
He gulped and looked around her room. It was fairly messy, but nothing seemed to have changed since the last time he was there, only a few weeks ago. It did seem to be much quieter than last time, which finally gave Dipper something to say.
“W-Where is everyone?”
She chuckled lightly, loving the way he stuttered when he was nervous.
“My dad and brothers are out for the weekend, annual “boys only” trip. Just you and me, Dip”.
She approached him, her cock rubbing against his belly as she wrapped an arm around him.
“You okay man? I know this is kind of a lot to take in.”
Despite his best efforts, he just couldn’t resist any more. Her pale, throbbing cock, her large balls underneath, and the precum that slowly leaked from her tip.
He had to touch it.
Wrapping his small hands around it, Wendy let out a small moan. His sweaty palms seemed to provide enough lubrication to allow him to slowly jack off the gigantic dick.
He started to pick up the pace, one hand stroking her long, glistening shaft, the other gently rubbing the head of her cock, her precum lubricating his still shaky hands. She started letting out more and more moans, her breath getting faster every time Dipper’s thumb rubbed against her leaking slit. Dipper could tell she was getting close, and he absolutely loved it. Loved the way his hands were bringing her close to orgasm, loved the way her blush reddened every time she looked at his face.
Right before she was about to burst, Wendy quickly pushed herself a way, her cock still twitching from the expected orgasm. Dipper looked at her, red faced and confused, his hands still wet from her precum.
She sighed and tried to catch her breath.
“You’re really good at that Dipper” she said, smiling as her breath started to slow to its normal pace.
“Thanks…” he still looked confused, “so... why did you-”
Once again, a sly grin formed on Wendy’s face as she interrupted Dipper:
“Because I got something I really wanna try.” Dipper look slightly relieved, worried that he had done something wrong that made her leave his “experienced” hands.
“So- what did you have in mind?”
“Oh. You’ll see.”
Dipper gulped, even more sweat forming above his brow.
“But I’ll need you to take your shoes off for this.”
Dipper tilted his head in confusion, which Wendy found absolutely adorable.
“My… My shoes?”
Wendy gave Dipper a quick nod and looked backed down at this shoes.
She noticed Dipper’s blush getting more and more flushed, a look of embarrassment creeping up on his face.
“Don’t act all innocent Dip” Wendy said as she slowly started to move her hand up and down her cock, “I saw you staring at my feet last time I took off my boots.”
Dipper looked away, his legs nearly shaking from embarrassment, trying to shield his face from Wendy.
She chuckled and once again placed her pale, soft hand on Dipper’s shoulder.
“Just hoping you can return the favour, dude.”
As much as Dipper wanted to please Wendy in any way he can, it never occurred to him that she would be attracted to… less than normal parts of him. But looking back, he couldn’t help but notice this wasn’t the first time she tried to get him out of his shoes. Telling him to relax and put his feet into the water on his last trip to the pool. Biting her bottom lip when she said him and Mabel having their tickle fights, blushing when Mabel started attacking his socked feet.
He crouched down and started to untie his shoes. Of course, one was already untied, having rushed to Wendy’s house so quickly he didn’t really make sure his shoes were in check.
He looked back up at Wendy after both of his shoes were off, only to see her once again biting her lip, staring at his feet, her erection looking more gigantic than ever.
Dipper sat down on Wendy’s shag carpeting and flexed his toes under his socks.
“So, uh, what are we going to do now?”
“First you gotta hand me one of your shoes dude.”
Confused (but getting used to the feeling), Dipper reached forward and grabbed one of his freshly removed shoes, barely holding onto it before Wendy pulled it out of his hands.
Before Dipper could even see the shoe wasn’t in his hand anymore, he heard Wendy breathing in deeply. His shoes was right against her nose, and she was taking in giant whiffs of the scent.
“Dipper, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
A confusing bulge once again formed under his shorts. Dipper always knew he wasn’t very big when it came to penis size (based purely on the adult movies he watched when he was sure Mabel was asleep. He was sure that even compared to other 12 year olds he was probably not a contender), but seeing Wendy’s beautiful, throbbing cock really made him feel bad about his size.
But he was not so focused on that. His gaze was fixed upon Wendy, still taking deep whiffs of his shoe.
Finally, after a few minutes of smelling the inside of his sweaty sneakers, Wendy put it down and grabbed Dipper’s socked feet. He yelped in surprise, even more so when he felt his feet touch Wendy’s shaft.
“Heh, sorry man, just couldn’t wait.”
Dipper gave her a slow nod, his face becoming redder and redder as she started to move his feet up and down her cock, the slight roughness of his socks rubbing against her dick making her moan and let out tiny pants.
Dipper’s erection was starting to get painful; his small cockhead rubbing against his underwear, almost begging him to take off his shorts. Wendy noticed Dipper squirming uncomfortably, and looked down at the bulge in his shorts. She looked back at him and nodded. Dipper wasn’t sure if she meant what he thought she meant, but any excuse to free his cock from his tight shorts was good enough.
Wendy let go of his feet to let Dipper take of his shorts. His cock bounced up when he took off his underwear, the precum that was forming on the tip landed on his stomach. He let out a soft moan as he finally placed his warm, sweaty hand on his small cock.
Wendy smiled, looking at this adorable little dick. She didn’t want to embarrass him further, so she kept her mouth shut and started to peel off Dipper’s socks. The sensation of the cool air against Dipper’s exposed soles surprised him a bit, but he was too transfixed on his penis to care. He was able to smell his sweat feet from where he was sitting, but after seeing Wendy smelling his shoes, he was pretty sure she didn’t mind the odour.
Before placing his feet on her cock, Wendy brought them up to her mouth and moved her tongue up and down his milky soles. They were absolutely delicious. She could sense that Dipper was getting tickled from her licking, but she just couldn’t stop, she’d wanted to taste them for so long.
Wendy didn’t let any part of his feet go untouched. She squirmed her glistening tongue between his chubby toes, slid her mouth up and down the tops of his delicate feet. She even sucked on each toe individually before pushing all of them into her mouth. Precum was leaking faster than ever, and she could tell she was nearing orgasm without Dipper’s feet even touching her juicy cock.
Before Dipper’s feet touched her dick, she noticed him getting close. His toes were flexing and his soles were sweatier than usual. But she had yet to return the favour to Dipper, and didn’t want him to cum just yet.
She leaned down, the tip of her cock touching the carpet, the roughness reminding her of the sockjob earlier. She grabbed Dipper’s hands off his cock. He moaned and looked up to meet her gaze.
“Wh-what are you-” Dipper let out through laboured breathing. Wendy could sense he was frustrated, he seemed to be so close to cumming.
“Just wait a bit Dip, don’t want you finishing just yet.”
Still confused but accepting, Dipper let Wendy lift his feet up to touch her veiny dick. The sensation of Dipper’s soles against her penis felt absolutely wonderful, his soft flesh rubbing delicately against her wet dick sent sparks flying through her. She started to pant louder than before. This time, Dipper wasn’t focused on his own pecker, and helped Wendy by moving his feet and letting her arms free. She loved the inexperienced yet curious feet on her own cock, exploring every part of her sex, not letting one inch go untouched.
Dipper brought each foot closer to her cock on either side, making the footjob tighter and tighter. He was nervous about screwing up his first sexual experience, but based on the moans and gasps coming from the girl in front of him, he thought he was doing a pretty good job.
Wendy’s saliva and his sweat made lube entirely unnecessary, and he moved his feet faster and faster, trying to make his feet get as close as possible. Wendy seemed to enjoy whenever he made the sensations tighter. He tongue was lolled out across her chin, sweat formed all over her pink face and she looked right at the adorable boy in front of her. That’s what made the footjob feel so good to her; not the tightness, sweatiness, smell nor how giving Dipper was (though they definitely helped), but the fact that it was Dipper, the same nervous, inexperienced boy she met on his first day in Gravity Falls.
“Dipper, I-I” she was getting close. Unbearably close. Dipper once again picked up the pace, ignoring his sore legs and focusing entirely on pleasing his crush.
“Oh god Dipper, I’m gonna-”
Cum barreled through her cock and sprayed everywhere. Dipper’s penis twitched every time droplets of Wendy’s cum hit it. His feet got drenched in the thick, viscous fluid that never seemed to stop spurting from her dick. Wendy was nearly screaming while holding onto Dipper’s feet, pushing them together and making it tighter than ever. Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute before the cum finally started to stop gushing out. By the time she was done, nearly her entire room was spattered with cum droplets. Dipper started to lick the cum semen off of his cheeks.
Wendy finally let go of Dipper’s sweaty, milky feet and let his legs fall to the ground, still in pain from the intense workout. But he didn’t mind, all he cared about was Wendy, although his twitching penis was begging for attention.
Wendy wanted to lie down and fall asleep, but she knew that she had promised Dipper something in return.
“Guess it’s time for yours, eh?”
A smile crept on Dipper’s blushing face. While he already knew what Wendy’s feet looked like from the times she took off her boots while doing her job (at least, supposed to be doing her job), but he never dared touch them, nor go close to them.
Wendy slid off her boots and revealed a pair of striped socks, the same ones she wore on the day she and Dipper explored the bunker.
She grabbed one of her boots and handed them to Dipper, who quickly grabbed it out of her hand. She let out a small laugh. Wanting to waste no time, she took of her striped socks and placed her pale, soft feet on Dipper’s length. Her boots were much bigger than her feet, which were fairly small in comparison, although that seemed to be a good thing as Dipper’s cock was much smaller than she’d anticipated. She wasn’t disappointed, in fact she had found his small size to be adorable, just like the rest of him.
Rubbing her two feet along Dipper’s penis, she noticed it probably wouldn’t take long for him to finish: he was already moaning and panting, precum leaking from his tip. Dipper’s nose was still stuck in her boot, and he seemed to be taking in huge whiffs of her scent. She was happy he didn’t find the smell off-putting, because it was incredibly strong from her wearing her boots everywhere she went.
Dipper started to squirm, his hands grabbing at the carpet beneath him. He put the boot down and started to moan even louder, staring at Wendy’s feet surrounding his tiny member.
Wendy though about how she worshipped Dipper’s feet earlier, and in turn she took one foot of his dick and placed it on Dipper’s face. With only one foot on his cock, she pushed her sole down on his member and started to massage it. Dipper was in the middle of smelling and licking her foot at the same time, knowing it wasn’t long before he would cum.
And it wasn’t long at all. Within a minute after Wendy let Dipper lick her own foot, he started to spray cum all over her foot and himself. There was much less than hers, but it was still pretty impressive, especially given his size.
He lurched forward and seemed to be humping her foot as he orgasm, his mouth tightening around the toes in his mouth, which seemed to be muffling his moans. It was the best orgasm he had ever had, cum gushing from his tiny member at speeds and lengths he didn’t think possible. Sparks were flying in his head and he felt his whole body shutter and become extra sensitive to the world around him.
A minute after he started to spray cum, he fell onto his back, a small amount of cum still leaking from his cock, slowly becoming flaccid.
He was barely able to let out the words “I love you” before drifting off to sleep on the floor, covered in cum. Wendy brought him into her bed and laid down next to him, both their cum getting all over her blankets. She snuggled up next to him and whispered into his ear.
“I love you too”.
They both drifted off to sleep.