Stress Relief

(gentle, MILF, feet, nylons)

Vivian was walking home from work, gripping her attache case hard enough to leave marks in the handle. The red underside of her heels glowed in the evening, the bob of her brown hair was meticulously planned. Vivian looks like a boss, the way she marches makes passersby sweat, worried they'll be chewed out; she doesn't pay them a second glance. There was so much on her mind, noise in her ear quibbling about details, tensing muscles in her shoulders. She needed a massage, a back-rub, or a... Mid-step she stops, the tip of her toe grinding on the pavement. Out of the corner of her eye a neon sign glowed, 'Specialty Pet Shop'. She smiled; she knew what she wanted.

All the tinies in their tanks notice as she walks in, turned out neat in a dark pencil skirt, blouse, and stockings, all eyelashes and lips. There was a customary greeting with the cashier before she strolls over, a look of palpable hunger in her eyes. She touches a finger to her lips as she judges them, occasionally humming an 'umm' or 'ahh'. The little people obviously had no concept of 'work' or what a 'boss' was, but even they felt how discerning her gaze was, and felt her strict domineering aura that straightened out the spine. Vivian did love browsing, seeing the little almost nude darlings. They were all so adorable! The shorter ones, lanky ones, a little bit of muscle, big puppy-dog eyes, dark little dots, all palm-size and demure as her shadow passed over them. Eeny, meeny, miny, oh... isn't that one just precious? Vivian spied him at the back, soft and silky all over, an itsy-bitsy little button; why she just wanted to sink her teeth right into him... When he saw her big dark eyes batting in his direction he began to melt like ice cream under a spotlight.

The cashier fished him out and folded him up in a little dark box. Speed rarely seen in hummingbirds throttled his chest. The last thing he saw before being folded up was her smile, just wide enough to let her incisors peek out. Vivian slipped him into her purse, putting him up against lipstick and lollipops as she redoubled her walk home with extra confidence in her step. It made a rough ride for the tiny passenger, where each little pebble under those nightmarishly large heels was felt, not to mention the deep arc of her hips bumping him back and forth. Vivian continued her big smile all the way home, immensely pleased with her little catch.

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The boy could hear his own breathing, no longer drowned out by the stepping and jostling of balm all around his meagre cardboard shell. It was quiet, and cold; he had lost his sense of direction very quickly after leaving the store, and had no clue where he was. The poor thing shook like a leaf, stuck in the corner, eyeing the opened exit to the box. She had set him down and popped it open, tempting him to come out and play. Having spent the majority of his short life in various tanks, raised to be the ideal pet, there were a few things drilled into him, namely: obey your owner. He took several deep breaths, and gave into the thin slither of light, crawling meekly forward and pushing the stiff cardboard out.

Cool air licked his face as he left the cosy box, now exposed to the gargantuan room he found himself in, the cold tile stinging his hands. An orange glowing city was the backdrop through floor to ceiling windows, providing the only source of light in the dim room. There was no time for him to appreciate the tasteful decor or well-coordinated furniture as Vivian's overwhelming presence sapped every last bit of his attention. She rested soundly on the sofa, legs crossed like a casual goddess, her eyes deep and loving. Her pupils dilated at the sight of him, her fist clenching with the desire to pinch him -- and was that a bite of the lip? He'd never been so far down before, so utterly tiny in the face of someone so large. The stinging didn't register anymore, he was just awestruck by Her.

"Don't be scared, hun," she sighed, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. He marvelled at that simple manoeuvre, how easily she moved those endless legs. "Come a little closer, I don't bite," with a muffled "much."

The compulsion he felt to move went beyond his conditioning, this was her doing, some minor spell. Painfully slowly, he advanced, on all fours before standing more dignified, although he didn't compare to her...

"Just like that." She grinned and expertly flexed her toes, popping her round heel from the shoe, dark and shadowy from her stockings. The pump dangled ever so close to falling, the prehensile skill of her digits barely holding onto the pendulum's pivot. She saw that short pause in his step, the way he focused on her now peeping sole -- that sweet love of skin even the cutest creature like him had. This was a live one, and just to tease she flexed her toes and swung it even faster.

Not sure how close to get, the boy paused at a distance, still very much in her 'personal space', a dozen or so steps from the dangling piece of footwear he struggled to peel his eyes from. Some feelings he never knew he had were awakened by the stress of her sole on the black of a shoe. Intimidating was an understatement, he was too intimidated for flying or fighting, just commanded, almost hypnotically, by her humbling size.

Vivan could only see him peeking from behind the toe of her bobbing foot, wide-eyed and gawking, still shaking, bless his heart. "Do you have a name, hun?"

He looked like a gaping fish trying to form a word. "N-no... just a number..."

"Aww, that's not nice. Someone like you needs a real cute name. How about... Pumpkin. Mind if I call you that?"

"O-of course..."

"Call me what you want: Vivian, Viv, ma'am..." And some other things, hopefully shortly. 'Pumpkin's' little nod was delicious, her tongue popped out her lips -- it was time. "You look cold, Pumpkin, would you like to warm up?"

The naive thing didn't pick up on her intimation, no matter how dripping her voice was. All he knew was that he felt cold, and at this distance he could just barely feel the suggestion of heat radiating from her. Pumpkin nodded again.

"Come closer, I'll warm you right up," she purred, her eyes so narrow and lustful. With an expert point of the toe her shoe slid off. To Pumpkin its landing made a gigantic reverberating thud, the kind that sounded deadly; it was repeated moments later when her other popped off. Now that they were free, her massive toes flexed and her meaty sole stretched the nylon which had gathered along her instep's wrinkles. they seemed more like animals trapped in netting than her humble feet. Why did he feel like this? Why was he so... so... aroused? He had to obey her, she was his owner, he needed to march forward like a good pet. Viv's nails dug into the sofa; such a good boy, come closer, closer, right until you disappear behind my toes... just like that... "Stay still hun," was a gentle order as she lowered her foot on top of him, gently pushing him down with her powerful digits. He didn't expect it to be so sudden, he tried to grapple against the behemoth, but Vivian simply shushed him. "Just relax, sweetie," she whispered as he was half engulfed under her powerful foot. Very soon he found himself face-to-foot with her wrinkled, luscious sole, and he was totally beneath her, dominated by the lowest part of her body. The minute interwoven threads of nylon were large enough to feel like studs all along the tiny boy's body, tactile fabric slightly damp from a day in her stylish heels, but smelling faintly of strawberry.

Gently, Vivian massaged Pumpkin as gently as she could. She felt so powerful like this, her obedient little boy-toy was totally underneath her, only knowing he's there from the slight touch of his thin, adorable little form. If she wanted to, she could grind him out of existence like a cigarette butt, but what a terrible waste of such a cutie like him... Viv chewed her bottom lip a little, worming her fingers into the darkest region of her skirt. God, he was worth it already.

Pumpkin felt so small, so overwhelmed, an overload from all of his body being absorbed into sultry warm flesh. His life was in her hands, or under her feet, where one step could reduce him to mulch. He was terrified, and incredibly aroused. He stiffened against her, with no way to stop it.

'Oh, there he goes,' she thought, feeling his tiny member against her tender soles. "Aww, Pumpkin, you're enjoying this, aren't you? Bet you're so glad Vivvy picked you, huh?" Oh God this was so fun, her lip was almost bitten through. She pressed a bit deeper, trying to feel all his little details; those thin arms, that delicate hair, his throbbing cock. She loved it, she could drink him up, devour him whole. That demure nod he gave her before warmed her domineering heart; she wanted to protect this little thing, but not before she got the playtime she deserved.

Vivian pulled her foot back and delicately grabbed the tiny boy with her prehensile digits, pushing him onto the top of her opposite foot and beginning to rub. A deceptive gesture, like a coy schoolgirl, she had him sandwiched between her two gigantic feet, soft net-like fabric encasing him in a warm, silky pocket. He was a ball of yarn for her to swat around as she pleased, and for some reason he was enjoying it. Her feet were so tender, slightly swollen from her heels, voluptuous and yielding against his fragile body... Pumpkin couldn't believe her size, how powerful she was, being handled (or, rather, footled) effortlessly.

Her feet shuffled in just the right way so his head popped out and he could finally take a relatively fresh breath. The dusky nylon pillars of her legs loomed over him, her face just peering over her knees, cocked, smiling. "Adorable," she said aloud, taking great pleasure in kneading the ball of her foot deeper into him. "How about you give me a kiss?"

Pumpkin obeyed. His thin, microscopic lips pecked her foot. He didn't do it because he was hers, he dd it because he wanted to hear that deep, breathy, "Good boy..."

Vivian's clients had been breathing down her neck all week, it was so nice to have someone just listen and do as they were told without question. Someone who treated her right, someone she could really just use like a little toy to relieve the day's stress. Someone as absolutely adorable as this little thing she had underfoot.

"Again, harder."

Of course, he smooched her hard.

"Ooh~ Little guy's never had a kiss. I can tell. Go ahead, get stuck into."

Pumpkin hugged onto one of her toes, not even one of the big ones, and peppered it with as many pecks as he could muster. The sight of him grappling with one of her smaller digits was adorable, and Vivian struggled to not clench them and hurt the little thing. She could feel him straining tighter against the tender underside of her toe, hard as rock, and ever so close. Vivian pushed hard on him, pushing him deeper into a world of soft nylon mesh, and used her poised big toe to delicately caress his lower belly, running tactile little circles right on top of the little thing's manhood; with the softest little bit of pressure, her tiny boy-toy melted into a squirming puddle between her feet.

Pumpkin shivered, losing definition, feeling every little fibre across his whole body in vivid derail. Pumpkin didn't start this day thinking anything close to this would happen, he had expected to have another day in the tank, like every day of his life before this -- he was ending it under the feet of his new owner, with her saucy smile worn high above, lording over him; he supposed, this was an improvement.

He fell limp right there, lazing atop her foot like a kitten, sleeping too innocently for a boy who had just received the equivalent of a million footjobs in one. It seemed the little cutie was too tuckered out after his big day, and Vivian didn't blame him. Her panties were soaked through, and she could finally let herself moan without playing her hand. Vivian sunk deeper into the sofa; let him sleep, for now. He'll need his energy for tomorrow.