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The Problem of Sensitive Soles

Part 3

For Engy

By Draconicon

Nelson led him to a small house two blocks from the Red Light District's central square. It was a squat place, something that might have been called a hovel in a different time, and two of the windows that faced the street were cracked, one shattered almost beyond recognition and the other barely holding together. The rat put some small effort into unlocking the door, jiggling the handle around until the key actually fit inside, and then pushed it open.

If he's this bad-off, I'm surprised that he had the money to get all this equipment...

Then again, that might be supplied by the demon. The ring, the knowledge, the teasing. It all pushed back towards him being some sort of servant for someone with all the knowledge to bring someone like him down. Draconicon didn't like the idea of this rat being informed by someone better experienced; it meant that escape was going to be that much harder.

As they stepped inside, he groaned as he saw a large bondage chair set up. It was probably the single most expensive thing in the house, probably more valuable than the house itself was at this point, considering that the damage spread through the walls, with shattered points and holes throughout the living room, the floor being cracked and oozing from who knew what coming through the ceiling, and the occasional bug poking its head out through a crack before waltzing along to wherever its dinner might be.

Nelson grinned, gesturing at the chair.

"Sit down, Foot Freak."

The ring around Draconicon's toe forced him to obey, and he groaned, his cock swaying from side to side and his balls sliding over one thigh and then down the other as he walked over to the chair. It had a soft cushion on the seat of it, but that was going to slide away, he was sure. The whole thing looked adjustable, and he found that he was completely correct in that assessment as soon as he sat down as Nelson started pulling levers and pushing buttons on the side of the chair.

Draconicon grunted as he was tilted backwards, made to lie down as the chair reclined. He wanted to throw himself out of the chair, but the command to sit kept him from leaving it. All he could do was stare at the ceiling in utter embarrassment and rage - and not a little amount of arousal - as Nelson started working on the restraints. Thick metal bands were pulled over his chest, pinning him down, and others clicked together over his wrists and shoulders, keeping his arms bent and in place.

"Yes, this will be perfect for adjusting you for your new job," Nelson said.

"I swear, to all that is not fucked up, you're going to regret this."

"Heh, I doubt that. There's not much that isn't fucked up in this city."

"...True enough."

"Besides, you're enjoying this, Foot Freak. You want to be a slutty little barefoot whore. I saw the way that you throbbed, the way that you oozed when you were showing off. You like having people stare at those big dumb feet."

His raised feet wrinkled as his toes curled again, and the rat laughed, slapping one sole with a clawed finger. Draconicon groaned.

"See? Told ya. You got honest feet, dragon. I bet you that you could protest all you liked, but if we were testing stuff out, all we'd have to do is look at your feet, and we'd know if ya liked it."

"Mmmph..."

"I bet you'd love getting ass-fucked while someone beat the crap out of your feet, wouldn't ya?"

He gritted his teeth, trying to shake his head, but his toes curled before he could stop them. Anticipation of a stretch, of the beating rod of a bastinado stick, of the little bits of pain that would rapidly turn to pleasure, filled his mind.

"Hehehe, knew it."

"You...asshole."

"You love it, Foot Freak. You're going to love it even more as we start working those feet proper, though. Heh. We're going to mark them."

"...We?"

"Well, me, but I'm taking requests."

Requests. That meant -

The rat slammed a pair of ankle restraints around the dragon's legs, pinning his feet up in the air. He hissed as one of them slid just over the ankle band that the demon had encouraged Engy to put on him, pulling at them and feeling the tight squeeze.

Show off...show off your dirty feet...

The teasing 'command' burned in his head, and he blushed worse as the rat pulled back and dragged out a phone. He tapped the screen a few times, then held it back, talking at it.

"Hey, everyone. It's Nelson here. Guess what? The fun and games are about to begin. We've got our first foot whore!"

"I'm not - mmmph!"

The soft slap of a claw against the bottom of his foot silenced him as effectively as a riding crop might have done, leaving him hissing softly. His cock hung down over his balls, drooling against the seat under him. Nelson leaned in, the rat's face almost pressing against his bound sole.

"As you can see, this guy's big. Real big. And realllly dirty."

A finger dragged down his sole, and Draconicon knew that it would be drawing a line through the dust and dirt and more that had coated his foot since he had left the skyscraper. He bit his tongue as the rat kept talking.

"Dirty-soled bastard, this guy is. But look at just how huge these feet are. They're stupid-big, aren't they? Just made for giving footjobs, for being tortured for anything that your foot-loving heart desires.

"And he can be all yours, tonight. All you gotta do is pay...but before we get to that, let's make these feet even better. After all, Nelson ain't selling second-rate goods."

The rat let go of his foot, and Draconicon lost his chance to try and set the record straight. His head was spinning, his mind scrambled from all the stuff that was going on. His submissive side kept warring with the more responsible part of his mind, and his desires were fighting with his responsibilities constantly.

_Gotta get fucked.

Gotta get out.

Gotta show off._

Gotta teach him a lesson.

Gotta get off.

Gotta hold back.

Gotta be a good barefoot bitch.

Gotta...gotta...

Nelson hummed as he walked over to a drawer just out of sight, only to return with three different syringes in hand. Each of them glowed, probably stuffed with some horrible concoction, and the dragon stared with wide eyes as the rat hovered the sharp points right over his bare feet.

"What the fuck?"

"I told you. We're making them even bigger, even better."

"You're kidding. No. No way."

"Hey, Foot Freak. Who said that you had a say in that?"

Ting. The rat tapped the toe ring, and the black dragon groaned, biting his lip as he barely kept his toes from curling in that moment. The rat chuckled, holding up his phone with his other hand.

"Lemme prove it to you guys. This dragon loves to be humiliated. He loves his feet played with. And he loves to be owned. Don't you, Foot Freak?"

"Nnngh..."

"Come on, give the viewers a chance. Look at how much you're dripping, just showing off your big dumb feet."

"Ah..." The dragon's cock throbbed, though it didn't even lift. It just oozed, the pleasurable pre-cum rolling over his balls and down to the seat of the chair. He shivered, trying to shake his head, his legs trembling.

"Yeah, come on. You're a bitch, aren't you? A big, dumb, barefoot bitch that just loves to show off his body. And particularly his feet. His...big...dumb...feet."

Curl. His toes curled, tightening, and his cock let loose a sudden spill of pre-cum that puddled under his balls. A little whimper cut through the air, sliding between clenched teeth, and his eyes closed tightly.

"Hehehe, there you go. See, everyone? He wants to be here. He's just pretending so we get a good show."

The tip of the needle rasped across the bottom of his foot, reminding him of the sharp point as the rat sought out a place to put it. It jabbed his toes, then the ball of his foot, before rolling down slowly towards the arch. He shivered, anticipating it sinking in, but it was never more than a sharp poke before it pulled away.

Where are you going to put it?

He didn't know. The rat kept teasing, kept chattering, until the point finally circled around his heel, and then -

Stab. Draconicon hissed, arching his back off the chair as he felt the needle sliding between the scales along his arch again. He felt it going in, felt the slight sting of the needle going somewhere it should have never gone, and then, the heat. The heat of whatever drug or chemical this was spreading through his sole, going into the flesh beneath the scales, spreading through it and -

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He screamed and moaned at the same time, his eyes going wide as the heat consumed the entirety of his foot. He squirted, trying and failing to break the metal band that held his foot in the air. Even as the piercing, sharp feeling hit his other foot, the other sole getting filled with the same heat, all he could do was stare at the one that had already been injected.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck!"

"Oh, we're going to fuck your feet, don't worry about that..."

The dragon barely heard the rat, focusing more on the feeling of heat that was spreading through the bottom of his foot, the warmth, then fiery inferno that was spreading up to his toes, and then down to his heel. He could feel the droplets of sweat suddenly forming, running along the bottom of his feet. Little droplets were already running off his heels, visibly dripping off his feet to the floor.

As Nelson filmed that, though, the injection was already doing something else. It was fogging his mind, making him feel...feel dumb, feel less focused, less able to think clearly. He groaned, shaking his head, but the heat-haze in his mind remained.

"Big dumb feet are about to get even bigger, everyone. How much bigger do you think they're going to get? Big enough to cover a whole horse cock, maybe?"

The dragon groaned at that. He had seen people with feet that big, so out of proportion with the rest of their bodies. They had been big, grinning idiots, too, able to cum from a simple cum-shot along their soles, always showing them off, always touching their feet. Not thinking of anything but their big dumb feet. Not thinking with anything but their feet. Always focused on pleasure...

Always focused on pleasure...

Always focused on pleasure...

The dragon moaned out loud as he felt the crack, crack, crack of his feet swelling, growing, spreading. He stared as his toes started to push forward, expanding outwards, his scales flattening and turning thinner. No longer quite as protective, spread out the way that they were along the bottom of his foot, getting bigger, longer, wider -

"Mmmph!"

"Heheh, look at that. So big that they'd hide my cock completely. I bet I could hide under that foot. See?"

Nelson leaned in, brushing the side of his face against the dragon's growing sole, and Draconicon could feel every fur bristle, every little touch of those tickling whiskers. It was enough to send his balls to churning, his cock to leaking...

But neither of them brought him the same pleasure as his feet were doing at that moment. He moaned more from the nuzzles under his foot, the pressure of that face against his feet, than anything else. There was something to that which...which pleased him.

Nelson licked his sole, suddenly, and the dragon moaned, a squirt of pre-cum jetting from his cock to his balls, and then to the floor.

The rat grabbed him by the foot, jabbing him with a claw, and he whimpered, even as he humped the air.

The clawed fingers dragged up his lengthening foot, and he was suddenly left squirming, giggling, almost pissing pre-cum from the sudden tickle.

"Hehehe, look at that. The foot-slut's already almost cumming. Aren't you, Foot Freak?"

"Nnngh..."

"Answer honestly for the camera, Foot Freak. Are you going to cum from your feet?"

"Nnngh...y-yes..."

"Do you want to cum from your big, dumb feet?"

"Nnngh, yes!"

The dragon couldn't hold back, the words compelled from him as his feet kept growing, and growing, and growing. The heat and sweat pouring off them was more than he could stand, the slimy feeling running between his toes and adding to the sensation only making it worse. He moaned out loud, thrusting his hips forward, trying to drag his floppy cock against something, but all that mattered was what he felt against his feet.

The rat adjusted the chair, bringing his legs down, pointing his feet forward. For the first time in too long, Draconicon had a chance to see just how big his feet had gotten, and...well, they were huge.

They'd been bigger than his cock before, though not by that much, really. Big, long dragon feet as they should be. Now, his feet were more than 50% as big as they had been, and still growing. As the rat leaned in, brushing his cock against the dragon's scaly soles, what should have been a six-incher or so looked like it was all but lost between the arches. Like a guy trying to fuck an ass too big for him, the rat's six-incher didn't even push all the way through the dragon's arches, nowhere near.

He panted, staring as he watched his massive feet grow longer, wider. His heels were pressed just under where the rat's balls were, and his toes, previously resting along the rat's stomach, were already under his pecs, and still growing longer. They were massive, now, utterly massive, and they were stretching up, up, up, past Nelson's nipples.

"Oh...my...god..."

"Hehehe, that's right, Foot Freak. Nobody's going to be able to see you without thinking of these feet. These freaky, sensitive feet. I bet I can make you cum by just fucking the space between your arches."

"Oh god..."

"Then we're going to mark 'em. Cover 'em with cum for the camera...and then with some tattoos."

The idea of having the needle come back, the idea of having his feet marked with tattoos, was hitting the rising submissive side hard. He wanted it. Or at least, that part of him wanted it. To give in. To be a foot bitch. To fall and be owned and used for a while. Just give in. Give in and not be responsible. Let the others do their thing and just be fucking selfish for a while.

Then, Nelson thrust forward. The feeling of that cock grinding against his arches, the feeling of that bristling fur rubbing against the bottoms of his feet, the way that the rat hugged his feet and gripped his longer toes like they were shafts themselves, was more than enough to leave him moaning again.

Thrust, grind, squelch. He was oozing sweat and slime from his feet, something in the injection doing more than just making him grow and sweat. It was doing something to his body, doing something to him.

He didn't care. It felt good.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, the rat's teasing fading into moans of his own, enjoying the feeling of that soles pressing back against him. Draconicon moaned with him, unable to think of anything but how good it felt to have something grinding against his feet, shocks of pleasure running from his soles to his balls, bypassing his cock completely and forcing shots of pre-cum to keep going, to keep sliding free of him.

More...more...more...

"Big...dumb...Foot Freak..."

Yeah. Big and dumb. Big and horny. Horny feet. Horny dragon. Horny foot dragon.

He was sitting in a puddle of his own pre-cum now, the musky fluid almost as strong-smelling as the stuff coming off his feet. It was no longer just sweat, but something else, something powerful, something...intense. He moaned as he felt his toes cracking, his feet reaching from the rat's thighs all the way up past his shoulders. Hyper-feet. Things that nobody would miss. Things that would be pushing him to want to cum every time that he took a step while walking around.

It was hot.

He was hot.

His feet were hot.

He moaned, feeling his orgasm coming, and Nelson was humping faster and faster, his low-hanging balls bouncing off the dragon's heels. In, out, in, out between the space between his soles. Thrusting, grinding, rubbing, tickling. The feeling was making him giggle and moan by turns, the sheer size of his feet making him forget about so many things. Responsibilities were falling by the wayside, the need to keep the city running smoothly well and truly forgotten in that moment.

It felt good to be conquered, to allow his feet to be in charge, to be wanted, to be worshiped, to be enjoyed. The dragon fell back, and surrendered.

"MMMMPH!"

He came, if one could call a floppy dick just spurting cum like a leaking hose to be cumming. He kept oozing, dripping his seed over the chair and onto the floor, and his feet seemed to get wetter for a moment or two. Something that dripped through them, soaking the rat, drenching him in the musky foot-sweat and whatever else was coming from his soles. The dragon didn't care. It felt good.

It felt even better to have his feet painted with cum a second later, as the rat pulled back and aimed his cock at the bottom of his scaly soles. Splatter, squelch, slick. Hot strings of cum painted his soles, soaking them from the heel to the arch, and then back down again. He moaned, trying and failing to push them together to feel the slimy strings getting pressed into his feet.

"Heh, don't worry, Foot Freak. We're not done yet...not by a long shot..."

The rat's eyes looked half-crazed, and the black dragon moaned as his orgasmic haze started to fade. The heat-haze, however, the warmth that had settled over his mind, was all the stronger. He...

He couldn't remember, not entirely, why he had been fighting. Why? He was just a dumb foot freak with big dumb feet. He should...he should be showing them off, right? His feet...his sexy feet...his hot, sexy, dripping feet...

He swayed them back and forth, the only motion that he could manage. Nelson stared at them, groaning, the rat's cock getting hard again, staring at those big, dumb feet. His eyes glazed over, his cock getting stiff again.

"Fuck...fuck, your feet are hot."

"Hot and dirty and dumb, hehehehe," the dragon said.

"Gimme."

"Take 'em."

"Your feet...your feet belong to me..."

His feet belonged to everyone that could take them, but the rat -

Nelson jumped for him. The rat left the needles behind, and he grabbed the dragon's feet, holding them by the ankles and humping against them. The feeling of being foot-fucked again was more than enough to shut down the dragon's limited ability to think, and he moaned as he slipped back down to the happy, horny place that he had started at.

Multiple orgasms later, the dragon was...well, not himself, but out of bondage. Foot Freak - it wasn't his name, but it was close enough, and it didn't bother him to call himself that anymore - stepped out of the bondage chair, wobbling as his massive feet nearly pulled him head over heels, nearly sending him tumbling to the ground to crack his skull. If it wasn't for the fact that they were so huge now, they might have done it, but they served as enough of an anchor to right himself upright, as well.

Nelson, however, wasn't so fortunate. The much-drained, much-exhausted rat fell beneath his soles, laying there, unable to move with his eyes glazed over and his cock still rock hard. The rat's balls had been drained to nothing, almost a flat thing against the male's crotch, but his cock throbbed hard for the feet that he loved so much.

Foot Freak giggled a bit to himself at that, shaking his head as he carefully walked around the fallen rodent. The fact that his feet were so sexy was something that he could use, he supposed. He was going to need money, and this place...

Yeah, this place wasn't good enough for him. And not big enough for his big, dumb feet.

Show off those big dumb feet.

Yeah, show them off. Show them off to everyone. Let the world see his huge, freaky feet and admire them. See him for the foot slut that he was.

The dragon had to walk carefully, and it was tricky going out through the front door. There was something odd about going out there without clothes, but was there really a reason for a slut like him to have them? Nah, his body was more the sort of thing that needed to be exposed, his sexy feet shown off, and he needed...

Dirty feet, dirty mind.

Yeah, he needed to show off his dirty soles. Needed to get them dirtier than just a bit of cum on the bottom. He needed -

"Mmmmm..."

The dragon moaned as he took his first step outside, feeling the thud and smack of his big feet hitting the ground. The echo and impact of the pleasurable, hard surface, the pain turning into pleasure, made his cock throb and his shaft spit pre-cum over his toes. He giggled dumbly at the feeling, wiggling his toes and spreading the slimy mess between them, adding to the slimy muck that was already there from Nelson.

"Mmm...big dumb feet...big dirty sexy feet..."

The dragon started walking down the street, moaning with each step. It didn't take long for those in the brothels that he passed to start noticing him. What started out with looks of sympathy quickly turned into looks of obsession as they started to notice his big, freaky feet. Some of them started to look at him with utter need, and some of those that were fucking whores in the windows started to look away from the people that they'd purchased to favor him with their needy attentions.

He didn't really know why. There was no more humiliation, which was a little sad. He remembered how good that felt, but he was a foot freak. There was no point in being humiliated for what you were.

He did, however, start to walk slower, rising up on tiptoe to show off the whole of his foot. It was a weird way to walk, since having massive feet like that meant that he went up, down, up, down, going from seven feet tall to nine and then back to seven feet tall again when he went up high like that. He bonked his head against one sign, then another, before he got the hang of it and didn't injure himself while he was walking.

But it was enough to get the attention of the public. Crowds started to pour out of the different brothels, sliding out to follow him, to stare at his freaky feet, to want them.

"Mmmm, you love my big dumb feet..."

"Big dumb feet."

"Big dumb dirty feet."

"Foot freak."

"Freaky feet."

"Big dumb feet."

"Need feet."

"Need feet."

"Need those feet."

They were all but enthralled to his soles, and he kept walking, grinning, getting drippier the more that they moaned about his feet. The attention to his soles made him feel hot, made him feel dumb and sexy. He turned, walking into a mud puddle -

Squelch.

Oh, fuck yes. That dirty, naughty feeling. His toes curled tightly against the messy muck, feeling it sliding up in slimy, smooth gunk strands between his toes, making his scales dirty and messy. The crowd groaned, some of them laughing at him, others hiding guilty boners and wet crotches.

"Fuck..."

They were entranced with him, and he loved it. He loved it more than he could find words to say, and he kept walking further and further down the street, looking for a place to stop, a place to put his feet up and -

Thwip.

He must have missed the rope lying in the street, because he stepped right into it and was flipped upside-down. The dragon yelped as he was yanked right off his feet and into the air, pulled out of reach of the crowd in one fell swoop. He blinked as he looked up from his upside-down perch, looking at the shadowy figure that had captured him. Not a person, precisely, but a silhouette, one with green eyes that looked down on him with a grin.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the little Barefoot Bitch is getting used to it."

"Mmmph...call me that again."

"Barefoot Bitch."

"Yeaaaaaah."

The dragon grinned, curling his toes happily, his constantly dripping dick oozing down on the men and women below him. The males and females in the crowd were soon groaning, leaping and scrabbling to grab at him, utterly obsessed. The dragon's toes curled again at the feeling of being wanted that badly, enjoying the utter obsession that they had for his feet, and for him.

The figure chuckled, green eyes shimmering.

"I thought that it would take longer than this to break you, dragon. I think that it's a shame that you fought so hard, for so long, only to be broken in less than a day. I think..."

The figure blinked, shaking his head for a moment.

"I think..."

He broke off again, green eyes flicking from the dragon's face to the massive soles that were pointed up. Massive soles, soaked with mud, with sweat, with dirt, with cum...and with that same strange slime that had been oozing from them since Nelson injected them and started them growing bigger, bigger, bigger.

"What...what the..."

"Yeah, you love my big dumb feet, don't ya?"

"Love your...love your..."

"Yeah, you want my big, dumb feet, don't ya?"

The dragon curled his toes, almost like someone else might have curled their fingers in invitation. The shadowy silhouette leaned in without thinking, brushing a hand against the dragon's slippery soles. Foot Freak moaned at that, but the figure jerked back, hissing, holding its wrist tightly.

"What...how..."

"Hehehe, you want 'em? Take 'em."

"I...you..."

The figure looked down at the gathering crowd beneath them, then back at the dragon. The black-scaled foot slut just grinned back. He didn't know what was going on, didn't much care. All that mattered was that his hot feet got the attention that they deserved, got the licking and humping and nuzzling that they needed. If that came from the crowd or this stranger, this weirdo, then what it did it matter? So long as he got it.

Without warning, the stranger yanked him further up, flicking him up with insane strength. Foot Freak yelped as he was pulled out of reach of those on the street, dragged into the three-story building without warning or any real explanation. All that he knew was that he was being dragged out of reach of all those that wanted his feet. Well, if the strange, glowy-eyed person wanted to have his feet to themselves, then all that he hoped for was that they were good at what they did. He didn't want sub-par foot use.

As soon as they were away from the window, the figure turned to him. He felt the green eyed gaze looking into his head, felt some kind of magic burning at him, but all the dragon did was grin and offer his feet as he was pushed back towards a bed. Even as he flopped into it, even as his feet were chained down by living lines of metal, he just kept offering his wiggling, slimy soles. The green eyes kept going down to them, then coming back up, then going back down again, almost like the stranger was fighting himself, trying to keep his eyes locked on the dragon's.

"What's...what did you...you can't fight this! How are you fighting this?"

"Dude, I'm not fighting anything. I just want people to use my big, dumb feet."

"This isn't the way it's supposed to work!"

"Come on, you want my big, dumb feet. You want to punish my big, dumb feet, don't ya?"

He curled his toes, showing off every line, every little wrinkle that his oversized feet got when they were this big, when he showed them off properly. The stranger kept trying not to look, but eventually his eyes were locked with the dragon's soles. He leaned in slowly, panting, his eyes glazing over, that green glow turning into more of a green haze the closer that he got to the dragon's big feet. He could feel the breath of the other man on them.

"What...what spell is..."

"Come on. Just give in, indulge with my big, dumb feet." The dragon grinned, tilting his foot slightly, brushing his sweaty toes against the other man's face.

One breath, and it was done. Whatever clothes that the silhouette had disappeared, replaced by a fat cock that was nearly as big as the dragon's soles. The stranger groaned, shaking his head.

"I don't know what...I don't know how you're fighting this, but I'm going to break you...I'm going to break you...and own...and own those big dumb feet..."

Foot Freak didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but as the shadowy figure pulled out potions and powders, rods and whips, he knew that he was going to get a good bit of fun. He offered his feet as much as the chains would allow, and he grinned as he saw the obsession grow in those green eyes. This was going to be one wild ride...

The End

Summary: The dragon is taken to the house of his new owner, and then repeatedly injected with a growth potion. Considering what will happen when his feet grow, well, the results aren't a surprise...or are they?

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Foot Fetish, Dragon, Various Species, Rat, Mystery Man, Corruption, Intelligence Drain, Series, Bondage, Needle, Foot Growth, Drug, Aphrodisiacs, Mind Control, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Soft Cock, Cum, Orgasm,