Truth or Dare - Chapter 3

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Abby made her way down to the dining hall, the whole time making no outward making indication that Ted was plastered beneath her foot. To a passerby, maybe it was less humiliating on his part, since nobody knew about him; but the tradeoff was the ever-present reminder that he was small enough to be hidden in a normal person’s clothing—although the subtle humiliation was exactly why he did it.

The personal time with Abby’s feet was why he did it too, of course. He didn’t have a foot fetish per se, he just had a girl fetish: his unfunny, eyeroll-inducing way of explaining to women that he loved every part of them. Right now, with his face covered by his roommate’s toes, he ignored the outer world and breathed in the slightly funky aroma that wafted from them. At the same time, the six-foot-tall woman’s heel stepped squarely on his dick, over and over and over, preventing him from growing an erection. Instead, his excitement manifested by squirming inside Abby’s boot—or at least trying to—while she chuckled up above at how he felt. Just to mess with him, she stomped her foot on the floor, raising her feel and grinding the ball of her foot on Ted’s neck. Not to threaten him, or to hurt him, but just because she could, and she knew he’d probably even like it. Inside her boot, it caused him to gasp in surprise, but that just meant huffing down more of the musty leather stench that surrounded him.

Once she got her food (along with a helping for Ted in a to-go box), she sat and ate in the cafeteria while crossing her Ted leg over the other and bobbing it up and down, quietly remarking on how good the food was. As she ate, her roommate’s struggles transformed from ones of excitement to squirms of annoyance, antsy to finally eat dinner whenever Abby decided they were done. “I bet you’re pretty hungry,” she murmured, smirking down at her boot and imagining how helpless he looked inside. “Can you even smell the food? Are you salivating?”

“Yes!” he squeaked, louder than he anticipated, but it was muffled by her foot and boot anyways.

“Let’s see if that’s true,” she said, and then Ted felt several of her toes press down on his chin to try and pull his jaw open. He was caught off guard (and subservient as hell) so he didn’t fight it, but was surprised when Abby suddenly popped her long middle toe right into his mouth, fighting to push it as deep into his throat as she could despite the boot’s confines. “Ew!” she giggled, just barely able to fit the appendage into his little mouth. “You really are hungry!” Not that Abby was experienced with foot worship, but she knew Ted’s mouth was a lot wetter than it probably should’ve been, and within seconds his drool was already spilling out of his lips and seeping into the crevices between her toes. “Ugh, okay okay, we’ll get you something real to eat,” she chuckled, withdrawing her toe and wiping the boy’s spit on his face in mild disgust, before gathering her things to head back to the dorm.

As soon as they were back in their room, Abby unzipped her boot to let Ted out, nonchalantly asking him to dry her toes from any remaining bits of his saliva. Despite his hunger, he was obedient and wiped her foot with one of his nearby shirts, while eyeing the plastic bento box. “Oh, I can see it on your face,” she laughed, standing up once he was done. “You’ve been a pretty good pet so far, but first I wanna see you do a trick before you get your dinner.” She held the box casually at waist level, but for him that meant staring at it looming over his head. Suddenly it whisked away from his view, as she swiveled around and squatted slightly in front of him. “See if you can kiss my ass,” she ordered. “Jump, Teddy! C’mon, jump!” He obviously felt like a dog, trying to earn her favor before she fed him, but it turned him on a little bit and he jumped up in earnest. He was still a few inches away on his first try, so he squatted lower to try and bounce higher on his subsequent attempts, while Abby watched him in the mirror and cackled at the sight. “Awww! No offense, but you look kinda pathetic trying to reach it,” she snickered, adding, “Again, no offense!” Obviously it was a little offensive though, but Ted didn’t mind. On his 35th jump, after several minutes of trying, he finally, just barely, felt her jeans brush against his lips, and he collapsed onto the floor with a grin on his face, exhausted by satisfied.

“Oh? Wait, you did it?” she asked, having been scrolling through her phone after getting a little bored waiting for him. “Well I didn’t see it and I couldn’t feel anything, but I’ll trust you.” Turning back around and bending over, she grabbed his wrists and lifted him up in the air with just one hand, til his face was level with hers. “Mmmmm…” she started to coo, closing her eyes and puckering her lips as she leaned in. His eyes widened as he realized Abby was about to kiss him. But then just before their lips touched, she lowered him back down a couple inches and kissed his forehead instead, making sure to hold her lips there for a few seconds and make a loud smacking sound to tease him. “…mwah!” Pulling her head back, she dropped him back to the floor and handed the box of food down to him.

“Th-thanks!” he practically stuttered, giddy both from the kiss and from finally getting to eat.

“No need to Venmo me” she told him, turning to jump in her bed. “Dinner’s on me for being such a good sport.”

Smiling and thanking her again, he ripped open the takeout lid and dove into his dinner, watching Abby’s back as he reflected on the day and wondered what tomorrow would bring.

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The next morning, the pair started the day off calmly and normally. Abby didn’t know how mature Ted was, but she was at least smart enough to recognize that her studies were more important than whatever thing she had going on with her little roomie. That wasn’t to say that Abby planned on never dominating him during classes, but she was at least aware that if she did it all the time, she’d be putting Ted’s grades at risk. Which, besides being a dick move in general, could also affect her if it jeopardized how long they lived together.

She didn’t put on anything fancy that morning, just a tank top and some yoga pants. But for a young and horny guy like Ted, that was enough for him to “accidentally” stare at least half a dozen times before they even headed out the door. After Abby caught him ogling her ass for the seventh time—“I just glanced at it!” he tried to defend himself—she playfully slapped his face. “You can’t keep staring at me while we’re out in public. It’s rude, I’m serious.” Luckily, he was mature enough to get the message after that.

And so, the two roommates’ first class went by as if Ted wasn’t two feet tall and Abby wasn’t three times his height. She made a few teasing comments, but he was so small that those couldn’t be helped. Lunchtime was equally as uneventful, and Abby was planning on their second class being routine too. But shortly after they took their seats, down at the wall end of a long row of tables and chairs near the back of one of the university’s spacious lecture halls, someone tapped on Abby’s arm. It was the guy sitting next to her (opposite from where Ted was seated).

“Hey, would you mind scooting over so my friend can sit next to me?” the man asked, his bassy voice sounding oblivious to the fact that someone was already sitting next to Abby. She stared at the stranger for a second, recognizing the sincerity on his face, and after turning to look down at Ted in the chair next to her, realized that the normal-sized man was totally unaware that the seat wasn’t technically empty.

“Just one chair?” Abby asked after turning back to the stranger.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Unless you were saving it for someone.” He could see there was already a phone there with a mini keyboard, which Ted used like a tablet in lieu of a regular laptop.

Abby smiled, keeping herself from laughing, and shrugged. “No, that’s okay. This stuff’s all mine,” she said, pushing her laptop over and roughly shoving Ted’s things aside.

He had barely even been paying attention, feeling like a kid as he sat in the oversized chair, but noticed Abby’s quick movement just moments before she was suddenly on top of him, deftly pushing her hand against his back to press his torso against his legs and fold his body in half. She wasn’t really sure how flexible he’d be, but it didn’t matter; her thighs were already on top of him, and her ass forcefully crumpled his upper body so it’d lie flat on top of himself, but more importantly flat beneath her own figure.

“Thanks,” the guy said, still oblivious to what he’d caused for Ted, and took the seat where Abby had been. “I’m David by the way.”

“Abby,” the girl smiled, shaking the guy’s hand and readjusting herself to get more comfortable on top of Ted. For the rest of the class, Ted would lay folded up beneath Abby, only able to listen as she and David occasionally flirted over the next couple hours, while Ted wondered just how long the class would last.