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

Superbarebottom

It was a warm, sunny Saturday in the bustling, Parisian-styled city of Willowdale. All the kids had a well-deserved three-day weekend from school and were going about their free time. One of these kids was Oliver Medford, one of Poplar Street School’s most well-behaved and academically gifted students. He used to be bullied mercilessly because of his general introversion, even ignored when he would excitedly raise his hand in class. Not just that, but pedestrians would bump into him, not knowing he was there. During that time, the only classmates who cared about him were Roberta Halsey, Little Louis Delecour, and Matt Porter. When he gained his temporary invisibility superpower, he proved himself to the entire student body by defending Little Louis from the gluttonous Lucien Bellamy, then losing his invisibility with nothing on, shocking everyone, including Ms. Lambert, his own teacher.

Since that day, Oliver had become much more confident about himself and made many more friends. He was made the sixth and newest official member of the Minimighty Squad after he permanently regained an upgraded version of his superpower, with more voluntary control by a bracelet with a toggle switch to turn his invisibility on or off. It didn’t end there, though. He also gained the power to generate magnetic force fields to protect himself, the Squad, and those he cared about from any danger. Most recently, he and Matt, along with four other classmates, formed a rock band called N-Visible, playing a 1980s sound and practicing every Wednesday evening with covers and original material.

On this warm Saturday, Oliver was walking down the sidewalk and dancing while listening to some classic hip-hop on his phone with his earbuds. He didn’t have his burgundy coat or his light blue pom-pom ski cap, but he wore a red t-shirt, gray pants, and plum-colored shoes. After a while, he started to sweat a little and sat on a bench at a bus stop. In an attempt to cool off, he removed his shirt, revealing his bare chest and nipples. However, he couldn’t stay like this for long when a city bus pulled up.

“Criminy!” spat Carmen Fanucci, a blue mouse girl with dark hair, as she got off the city bus. “What are you, Oliver? A magazine model?”

“No, just cooling off,” said Oliver, fanning himself with his hand.

“Really?” said Carmen. “Your pose says otherwise.”

Oliver took a look at his legs, which were simply crossed at the ankles. “Tell me one thing you think is wrong with this pose. I bet you can’t come up with a fast answer.”

“It’s the fact that you’re shirtless, and crossed legs are a sure sign of insecurity.”

“I’m outta here,” he said quickly as he stood up, put his shirt back on, and walked off.

In another attempt for his method of relaxation to work, Oliver headed to the fountain at Levassor Square and sat on the concrete edge. Looking left and right to ensure no suspicion, he once again removed his shirt and massaged his bare shoulders. The trickling water seemed to give his upper torso a cool breezy effect. Oliver closed his eyes and sat there for about four minutes until he heard another voice.

“Good afternoon, sir.”

Oliver jumped and looked up. A police officer fox was looking at him worriedly.

“I can’t have you sitting on the edge of the fountain, okay?” he said.

“Oh, I beg your pardon, officer!” said Oliver as he stood up.

“No worries,” said the officer. “I also kindly request that you put your shirt back on, it’s inappropriate for a place like this.”

“Sorry about that too,” sighed Oliver as he put his shirt back on yet again. “Have a good day, sir.”

“Stay safe, buddy,” replied the officer with a wink before resuming his patrol.

Oliver walked another block past city hall and the Willowdale History Museum. If only I can cool off for once, he thought. Maybe if I’m shirtless and I keep moving, people will get the message and leave me be.

As soon as Oliver reached the walkway next to the canal, he stripped his shirt back off, rolled it up and put it away, plugged his ears with his earbuds, turned on some 1980s synth-pop, and strolled along the canal. Some pedestrians, both kids and adults, looked at Oliver’s bare chest and casually brushed it off. Some smiled and winked at him, to which he did the same in return. Others, however, didn’t take too well to the idea.

“Show some decency!” said a blue cat man with disgust.

“Please, please, please put your shirt back on?” begged an elderly lady.

“You sicken me,” snorted a frog man.

Oliver rolled his eyes and kept on walking along the canal, listening to his tunes. It wasn’t even two minutes later that he then got pushed down to the ground from behind. He quickly turned around and saw the school’s most feared bully, a wolf with a red baseball cap, looming over him with an evil grin. His name was Wolf Callahan, but everyone called him Big Wolf.

“Big Wolf?!” exclaimed Oliver as he rubbed his knees and stood up. “What the heck are you doing in this part of town?”

“Heh heh heh, it just so happens that Little Mr. Goody Two-Shoes decided to go skins in public,” jeered Big Wolf.

Oliver’s eyes narrowed as he once again pulled his shirt on. “I see people exercising in this manner all the time, so there.”

Big Wolf laughed raucously. “Naw, here’s what I think, Medford. I think you were gonna take off even more!”

“BEAT IT!” shouted Oliver.

“Make me,” said Big Wolf.

“Want a big fat Hawaiian punch?” threatened Oliver. “Or a roundhouse kick to that ruby red nose of yours?”

“Can’t heeeeeeeaaaaaaar ya! You’re the invisible boy, remember?”

Remembering what his nemesis feared most, Oliver held up his cell phone. “Big Wolf, Ms. Lambert is on speed dial.”

“No, no, no, no!” cried Big Wolf as he finally ran away. “Don’t let her hit me with a thousand sentences or a surprise grammar test!”

“You better hope she doesn’t!” said Oliver as he raised his fist. He then turned the other way and said to himself, “That tears it! If people are constantly bugging me about having my shirt off, I might as well grab some lunch and take it to the park so I can keep cool for real this time.”

So then Oliver bought himself a salami, provolone, and butter panini on baguette, along with a bag of potato chips, a can of Mountain Dew Code Red and a little chocolate croissant. He sat on a bench in the park to enjoy his lunch, and once he was finished eating and disposed of his trash, he found a shady spot on the grass under a massive oak tree.

“Ah, finally I’ve found paradise,” he sighed happily. He plopped himself onto the grass, laying back and crossing one leg over the other. He gazed at the fluffy white clouds in the sky, all in different shapes and sizes. As the minutes went past, the white dog boy grew so relaxed that he decided to take a well-deserved, uninterrupted nap in the shade. He turned over on his side before drifting off to sleep.

One hour and forty-five minutes later, Oliver was still deep in his peaceful slumber. He slowly opened his golden yellow eyes, sat up, and let out a wide yawn.

“Mmmmm, I desperately needed that sleep,” said Oliver. “That was one of the most amazing dr—“ He looked in front of him and saw that his feet were bare, then scratched his head.

“Strange,” he said with a puzzled look on his face, “I don’t remember taking off my shoes...HUH?!”

Oliver’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. There he was, stark naked under the shady oak tree. He quickly searched left and right for his clothes, but to no avail. To make matters even worse, he forgot his invisibility bracelet.

“WHERE’RE MY CLOTHES?!” he cried. He shielded his penis with his hands, jumped up, and tiptoed around the nearby trees. He was just about to search another copse of trees when an acorn hit him on the head. Looking upwards, Oliver saw no one, save the clothes he was just wearing. His pants and shoes were positioned over the branch, and the shirt was upright. One of the arms wiggled back and forth like it was waving at him.

“Am I hallucinating?” wondered Oliver. He jumped up in a desperate attempt to grab his clothes, but the whole outfit leapt down from the tree and kicked him in the chest, sending him landing on his bare bottom. The clothes started running off by themselves as if another invisible person was wearing them.

“Hey, you! Get back here!” said Oliver as he took off sprinting out of the park after the clothes, keeping his private parts covered as best as he could. He was overwhelmed by the thought of becoming a laughing stock again, just like that day he defended Little Louis. Unfortunately, trying to catch up to the now sentient clothes with his hands over his penis proved to make his speed a bit ineffective, so he uncovered himself and used even more of his strength to run faster.

“Hey look, it’s Oliver!” said Timmy Tolbert, a beaver boy in a blue sweater.

“And he’s naked yet again!” added Mona Kumar, a gray wolf girl in a red blouse. “I wanna give him a nice bear hug!”

“Me too!” said Timmy as he and Mona dashed off towards the action.

As Oliver kept his clothes in hot pursuit, he looked back to see Timmy and Mona trying to catch up to him. He saw two men carrying a brass bed frame up ahead and slid under it, causing the men to fall over. Soon after, Carmen and her friend Flora Unger, a pig girl with purple hair, gave chase, as did several more kids. The kids flew past a vendor selling all sorts of socks, and a monkey boy named Jimmy Rojas bumped into the vendor, tumbling with him and knocking over the kiosk. Remembering the stage antics of a certain band that he listened to, Oliver picked up a tube sock and put it on over his penis.

“Don’t cover yourself, Oliver!” said Mona.

“We all wanna see your cute pee pee!” giggled Jake Selby, a dolphin boy in a red striped hat.

“And your bottom too!” Timmy chimed in.

“YEAH!” cheered the rest of the kids. The great pursuit after the white dog boy and his runaway clothes continued down the sidewalk and around a few corners. Soon enough, the tube sock covering Oliver’s genitals began to feel itchy, so he slipped it off and chucked it sideways into an alley. As he ran under an overpass, a group of construction workers joined the chase. Just past the air and space museum, the same police officer fox who patrolled the fountain earlier saw Oliver in the buff.

“Ooooh!” laughed the officer as he too gave chase with the crowd. “Now I know for sure that this cute boy needs cuddles galore!”

As Oliver’s clothes reached a corner brasserie, they slipped between several outdoor tables and chairs like a flimsy sheet of paper. In a desperate attempt to grab a hold of his clothes once and for all, Oliver dove through the air across the tables as startled restaurant patrons looked on. A waiter lost his footing and dropped the wine bottle he was holding, shattering it. Oliver was a tad late in trying to subdue his sentient clothes, though, so he took a deep breath and took off again.

Several more adults and kids entered the pursuit, and Oliver was just about to snag his outfit when it slipped into an alleyway without warning, making him miss his turn. He screeched to a halt and entered the alley as well. The clothes wall-jumped between the two buildings toward the roof. Breathing heavily, Oliver searched frantically for a way up as the crowd drew nigh. Had he not noticed the wrought iron fire escape that zigzagged up the same building where his clothes were taunting him, it would have been game over.

“What is with this whole town?!” said Oliver as he raced up the fire escape. As soon as he climbed to the rooftops, he pursued his clothes across the buildings, jumping gaps and vaulting over air ducts. After a couple minutes he realized he was close to a possible hideout.

“The school!” he said to himself and snapped his fingers.

When Oliver got to the rooftop of Poplar Street School, his outfit stopped running and seemed to walk slowly towards him. He nodded, hoping this was finally going to work. Before he knew it, his shoes kicked him over the edge of the roof to where he dropped feet-first on a large globe one story below. Oliver attempted to take off running after his outfit, only for the globe to spin as he ran in place and then tripped. He climbed safely down to the schoolyard and tiptoed to one of the trees in the middle, catching a glimpse of his shirt and one of his shoes.

“Time to end this chase once and for all,” said Oliver. He cupped both hands, put his arms out in front of him and flicked out his fingers, creating a mauve-colored magnetic force field which drew his clothes towards him. As soon as he turned off his secondary superpower, the clothes became limp and fell to the ground.

Oliver sighed with relief. “Finally!” he said as he walked over and picked up his clothes. “Now I can put these clothes back on and—AAAAAAAAH!!!”

Many of the kids who were chasing Oliver through the city were now standing right in front of him as he covered his crotch with his shirt.

“Not so fast, Oliver,” said Jake.

“We’re not done with you yet,” added Stanley McBride, a stocky pitbull and one of Big Wolf’s right-hand men. “Drop those clothes like the good boy you are.”

Oliver did what he was told, then promptly covered his crotch with his hands.

“And your hands,” said Carmen.

Oliver hesitantly took his hands off, revealing his erect white penis.

“Hey look, it’s his penis!” giggled Goran Eklund, a white seal boy with a tuft of blue hair. “It’s all big and hard!”

Big Wolf stepped forward. “Oliver’s cute in his birthday suit!” he said in a singsong voice. “Say it with me, everybody!”

“Oh no, not you too!” said Oliver.

“Oliver’s cute in his birthday suit! Oliver’s cute in his birthday suit!” the kids started chanting.

“You, uh, don’t really m-m-mean that, do you, guys?” stuttered Oliver, smiling nervously and blushing madly.

“Don’t you get it?” asked Goran. “You’re so much more adorable when you’re naked. Plus, we know your little kink.”

“It ain’t no little kink,” said Big Wolf. “Oliver has a major foot fetish!”

“STOP THAT RIGHT NOW, BIG WOLF!” commanded Oliver, jamming a finger in Big Wolf’s chest.

“Let’s cuddle him!” squealed Mona.

“Fine, you guys win this time,” sighed Oliver.

And just like that, the kids each took their turns hugging him like a life-sized teddy bear and stroking their hands all over his warm, sweaty, naked body. Timmy used his hands to stroke and rub Oliver’s firm round butt, even spreading his buttcheeks and gazing at his little butthole. After a couple minutes, the kids had Oliver lay on his back as they all took off their shoes and socks. Before he knew it, he had his face smothered by everyone’s feet, sniffing them deeply and taking small, playful licks here and there, tasting the sweat and sock lint they accumulated.

“Open up, little cutie munchkin!” said Goran as he shoved his toes into Oliver’s mouth.

“Mmmmmm!” uttered Oliver as he sucked on all five toes of Goran’s right foot. After a minute, he had a taste of the left foot, sucking each of the toes the same way.

“How did that taste?” asked Goran as he used a towel to dry all ten of his toes.

“Yummy times infinity!” replied Oliver, grinning and giggling.

“Awwwww!” the kids cooed.

“Such a sweet face,” said Timmy.

“Since I tasted your feet,” said Oliver, “how would any of you feel about tasting mine?”

“Well, they sure are dirty from running around downtown without shoes and socks,” said Mona. “I’ll take the left foot while Timmy takes the right foot.”

And so the wolf girl and beaver boy knelt down and playfully lapped their tongues away at Oliver’s dirty soles and toes. They ensured that they would get rid of every speck of dirt and every patch of roughness. Once Oliver’s feet were squeaky clean, Mona dried them off with a handkerchief.

“Ready for the grand finale?” asked Stanley.

“The grand finale?” wondered Oliver. “What do you mean?”

“You should ask Big Wolf that question.” He then motioned to Big Wolf who came over and sat down in front of Oliver. Unlike the rest of the kids, he still had his shoes and socks on.

“I see that big thing between your legs twitching madly,” said Big Wolf. “Whenever we’re at the indoor pool and you see my bare feet, you always have a bump in your swim trunks.”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you that out of earshot of everyone else,” explained Oliver. “I thought you were going to bully me for it.”

Big Wolf winked and took off his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of large, sweaty bare human feet with perfectly trimmed toenails. “Got a pedicure just for you,” he said as he curled his toes.

“Hot damn, I can smell your feet from here!” said Goran.

Oliver’s penis twitched even more at the sight and smell of the wolf’s feet. “Big Wolf,” he said, “can you give my pee pee a memorable massage with your feet?”

Big Wolf’s eyes lit up. “I thought you’d never ask!” he replied. He immediately slapped those sweaty, stinky soles on Oliver’s penis and lightly tapped his toes on the tip, making Oliver shiver in pleasure.

“Heh heh,” chuckled Big Wolf. “You really love feet, don’t cha, Superinvisible?”

“Oooooh, yes,” moaned Oliver. “Including yours.”

“Lemme pump your pee pee into action,” said Big Wolf as he pumped both his soles on Oliver’s erect penis in a gas pedal motion, alternating his left foot with his right foot. The feeling was truly unbelievable, and the white dog boy found himself bucking his hips at times while the taller wolf boy used his feet. After a couple minutes, as Big Wolf continued to rub Oliver off with his right foot, he held up his left foot in his face. Oliver dipped his big brown nose into the soles and toes, sniffing deeply.

“Perfectly stinky feet,” cooed Oliver as he exhaled.

“Just like Roberta’s feet?” asked Big Wolf to keep Oliver aroused.

“Oh yes!”

“And Matt’s feet? I’ve heard that Dalmatian boy wears the same socks a couple days in a row.”

Oliver grunted with pleasure as Big Wolf went back to the gas pedaling motion with both feet. He stroked his hands along the smooth skin of the wolf’s tops and started to leak some pre. The kids were completely fascinated by all the action. After a few minutes, Oliver started panting.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” he began.

“What should I do?” asked Big Wolf.

“Keep doing that gas pedal thing,” said Oliver.

As Big Wolf did just that, Goran went over to Oliver’s chest and used his fingers to squeeze his nipples. Oliver moaned even louder as the seal boy’s nipple play made him even more aroused.

“Oh Goran, that really, REALLY gets me!” he said, panting heavily. “I think I’m gonna blow my load!”

“Cum on my feet, you dreamy boy,” coaxed Big Wolf.

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” screamed Oliver as thick gushes of semen shot out of his penis and coated Big Wolf’s bare feet and toes. When his orgasm was finished, he laid back to catch his breath.

“Feel relieved?” asked Big Wolf. “Check out this load!”

Oliver took a look at the semen he ejaculated out of his penis. “I feel much better, thank you so much for that footjob, Big Wolf.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Big Wolf as he took out a Kleenex and wiped the semen off his feet.

“I’m sorry we had to put you through all this,” said Goran as he helped Oliver stand back up. “We weren’t trying to harm you in any way, shape, or form.”

“Actually,” said Oliver as he started to put his clothes back on, “I wanted to thank you guys. Before today, I always wanted to keep my foot fetish a secret. I’m super glad you accept it as a completely normal thing. Everyone has their special kinks. Uh, well, almost everyone.”

“So true, Oliver,” said Goran as he and Oliver exited the school grounds with the rest of the kids who bid him goodbye and parted ways. “Say, it’s been a hot day. How about we get some ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” asked Oliver.

“My treat,” said Goran with a wink.

Oliver nodded yes. “Hmhmhm, yes please.”

And so the two boys walked down the sidewalk towards the ice cream parlor, conversing and laughing along the way.

The End