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WARNING: The following story has a young character taking part in foot fetish activities. If this isn’t your cup of tea, please read no further.

Superfeetbestfriends

It was an early Friday morning in Willowdale, and the kids had the day off from school since it was a teacher work day. Twelve-year-old Roberta Halsey was sound asleep in her bed underneath her thick, cozy duvet and silk sheets. As soon as her digital alarm clock started buzzing repetitively, she reached out for it with her hand and hit the snooze button to turn it off. She sat up, stretched, let out a big yawn, and rubbed her eyes. All of a sudden, she heard the familiar sound of a certain car starting its engine.

“My mom must be going to work today,” said Roberta as she got out of bed. “Let’s hope it’s a perfect day to hang with my friends.”

She walked to her bedroom window and drew open the curtains, and indeed she saw her mom’s silver Acura pull out onto the street below and drive away. Looking up, however, Roberta saw that the weather was dark gray and moderately rainy.

“Aw, it’s too rainy and gloomy outside!” she said with disappointment. She walked downstairs to the living room in her pink pajamas and massive size 20 bare feet, plopped onto the couch, and turned on the TV before changing it to the local weather forecast.

“So far we’re looking at moderate showers within central Willowdale,” said the meteorologist, gesturing in front of a weather radar map. “Thunderstorms are expected to hit the surrounding vicinity within an hour, but the city center will only consist of those more pleasant showers. Rain, rain, and rain for the entirety of today.”

“Rain all day?! Come on! At least expect some sunlight this afternoon!”

For the next ten minutes, Roberta went deep in thought, jotting down ideas on Post-Its, sticking some to her wall while at the same time crumpling others and tossing them into the trash. If only there was some idea of entertainment she could have at home by herself.

“Rain, rain, go away,” sang Roberta with a sigh as she gazed at the dreary modern jungle outside her window, then down towards her feet. “Come again another—”

Suddenly she gasped and snapped her fingers with a smile.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “I have these gorgeous size 20 feet to keep me company! That little difference of mine makes me extra special. Especially since that day I was Superbigfoot, riding on invisible rollerblades and tripping over enemies!”

Examining the fifteen or so Post-It notes stuck to the wall above her bed, Roberta peeled several of them off. The first thing on her mind? Breakfast. She raced back down the stairs to the kitchen and grabbed a frosted danish and some orange juice from the refrigerator. As soon as she set everything up, she used a butter knife to cut the danish into sections, then put each slice between her perfectly aligned, Egyptian style toes.

“Oh yes, my toes were hungry for sure!” said Roberta as she then looked at her soles. “Want some more, my sexy size 20 feet?” And with that, she rubbed one of the slices of danish onto the fleshy ball of her right foot before plopping it into her mouth. With the rest of the danish, she repeated that same process, alternating between her right foot and left foot.

“That was yummy, thank you Roberta!” she said, using a deeper voice as if her own feet were talking to her. Switching back to her normal voice, she replied, “Only the best for my greatest physical feature! Now that breakfast has filled us up, what should we do next?”

Roberta decided on her next activity with her feet, and it was to watch one of her favorite action comedy movies, Nitwitz III. After loading the DVD into the player, she sat back on the couch and put her big blue human-like stompers on the ottoman. At one point, she positioned her phone against the DVD player and used a ten-second timer to take a photo of herself and her soles propped up. Thanks to the slapstick action, sidesplitting jokes, and witty one-liners, the blue dog girl laughed throughout the entire movie. She even playfully wiggled all ten of her plump toes as if she wanted them to laugh along with her.

Around noon, Roberta set up a day spa in the upstairs hall bathroom. She jumped into a hot, refreshing shower for about ten minutes, then wrapped a towel around her torso and sat in a lightweight recliner. To ensure her feet weren’t left out, she used an electric foot massager, then a pumice stone on her soles to maintain their smoothness.

“Hold on, my feet buds,” said Roberta. “Only one more step to finalize my self spa treatment. These toenails need a bit of trimming!”

So she got a nail clipper from the vanity drawer and trimmed all ten of her natural toenails. Once that was over, she took a selfie showing off her pedicure as she curled her toes. Strolling back to her bedroom, Roberta got herself dressed in her usual white t-shirt and orange pants but remained barefoot. This was a day dedicated to her feet after all.

“What’s next on the list?” asked Roberta in a deeper voice through her feet.

“The possibilities are endless, footy compadres!” she replied in her normal voice. “For now, let’s give my toes some personalities and put on a little puppet show!”

“What do you mean, personalities?”

“You’ll see!”

Roberta rummaged through her closet and took out an old shoebox and a few colorful building blocks. She snipped a wide rectangular opening in the shoebox with a pair of office scissors, arranged the blocks into a sturdy platform, and drew individual faces on each of her toes with a black marker. The show was just about to begin when she realized something wasn’t quite right.

“You know what we forgot? An audience!” she said, assembling all her toys and dolls on the floor in front of the stage she created. “Voilà! Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin!”

Roberta drew the makeshift curtain, and both her big feet entered the stage as she trumpeted a cheerful little fanfare with her mouth. Various characters, represented by her toes, hopped around as Roberta played their voices. Towards the end of the puppet show, her entire left foot played a fiery monster as the toes of her right foot played villagers who eventually brought the monster to its demise.

“Onward, my people!” said Chief Rightfoot, played by her right big toe. “Show this vile creature who’s boss!”

When the performance was over, Roberta’s toes made sure to bow to the audience before exiting the shoebox stage. She then used a damp washcloth to erase the faces on her toes before taking a half-hour lunch break. Around two o’clock in the afternoon, Roberta set up a game of checkers on the kitchen table.

“Which color do you wanna be this time?” she asked her feet as she dumped out the checkers pieces onto the board.

“I’ll be black,” she replied in the deeper voice for her feet. “No, red! Wait, bla — no, wait, red! RED! ARGH! I can’t make up my mind!”

“Five, four, three, two, one…”

“OKAY, I’LL BE BLACK!”

“That leaves me with red, hehehe.”

Since Roberta played red, she went first, moving a piece one space diagonally with her hand. For her feet opponents, she moved to the opposite end of the table, positioned her right foot above the board, and used her big toe to slide a black piece one space. This process went on for roughly a minute until Roberta moved one of her pieces to a red space diagonally next to an occupied black space. Again, she used her big toe to bump her red piece, then picked it up between her big toe and second toe and dropped it beside the board. Eventually, she managed to reach the end of the board and king one of her pieces. The final score was a tie between her and her tootsies.

“You know, my big sexy blue feet,” said Roberta as she peeled off one last Post-It note from her bedroom wall, “all this footy fun calls for a grand finale.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” she asked in her deeper voice.

“All we need is some water, a towel, some paint, and a large canvas.”

Wasting no time, the blue dog girl went downstairs to the basement and retrieved a huge white canvas and different colors of paint, plus a Tupperware tub. Heading back upstairs, she grabbed two towels from the bathroom, one to dry her feet off and the other on which she would lay the tub, which she had filled with warm water from the bathroom sink. Finally, she got a large plastic tray from the closet and poured globs of paint out onto it.

“Showtime,” said Roberta.

And with that, Roberta stepped onto the red and green paint with her right foot and left foot, respectively. She began to strut around on the canvas, making large, beautiful footprints here and there. Once she was satisfied with those particular colors, she sat back down and soaked her feet in the tub of water for thirty or so seconds before drying her feet off. She repeated the process over and over, with footprint after footprint of purple, orange, yellow, blue, and pink. Just as Roberta was cleaning up the art supplies, the rain subsided and the sun gradually shone from behind the clouds.

“Yes!” cried Roberta, pumping her fist. “Perfect timing! Now I can let my new footprint mural dry under some natural sunlight while I get ready to head out.” She propped the mural against the wall under the light that shone from the window. Needless to say, it was a true footy masterpiece.

“Unadulterated candy for the eyes,” said Roberta as she admired her creation. “And now, the icing on the cake.” Whipping out her cell phone from her pants pocket, she snapped a pic of the mural by itself and a selfie in front of it while winking, giving a peace sign, and doing a proud toothy grin. She sent both pics to her classmate and boyfriend Oliver Medford, along with the following text:

Hi Oliver! My big feet and I had the time of our lives home alone on a rainy Friday! Have fun with this new mural my feet and I created! #ilovemysize20feet #XOXOFeet #loveyasuperinvisible

“He’s sooooo gonna fall head over heels in love with this!” said Roberta as she sent the text message to Oliver’s cell phone. Ready for more Friday free time out in the city, she put on her socks and huge white sneakers, grabbed her wallet and house keys, and headed out the front door, locking it as she left.

The End