Tiny Feet - Part 04 (Patreon)

A stunning reveal that surely no one saw coming! 😏 Enjoy the full story up to now on AlienEtiquette's site. New password after the story snippet:

The sight of the man playing with both himself and these strange little feet is oddly captivating. You’re aware that you’ve fallen into some kind of trance, but it feels too good to be concerning, and so you continue masturbating for the man without any thought or care for modesty. The tingling sensation on your skin has crept over every surface of your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You trace the fingertips of your free hand over your chest, and the feel of your own touch is charged and electric.

“You like showing off for me don’t you?” The man asks. You nod in reply with rapid, jerky motion, the muscles of your neck confused by the rhythm of your hand as you beat yourself off. You say nothing; you’re too distracted by some kind of strange tunnel vision that seems to be warping your perspective of the room just slightly. But just as soon as you notice it the effect seems to wane and stabilize. As your head begins to clear you glance around the room, trying to put your finger on what seems to be different about it, and that’s when you notice the man cast aside his towel, stand up, and move towards the stove.

“Whoops, sorry about that. Looks like you’ve stalled out there. One sec.”

You’re just about to ask the man what he means when you’re interrupted by the whoosh of liquid being vaporized by hot rocks. A billow of fresh steam fills the room and assaults you with that same medicinal scent, and just as immediately you’re overcome by a fresh wave of hedonistic urges, a tingling sensation on your skin even stronger than before, and that same strange tunnel vision that stretches the shape of the room like a rubber band. Not just the room but everything in it, including the man, still standing near the hot rocks and watching you masturbate with renewed vigor as he idly strokes his own erection.

As you lose yourself in the strange ecstasy of the moment you peer through the steam at where the man was sitting, and notice something that you realize should strike you much more alarmingly than it does. Where the man had been sitting is a sweaty imprint of his ass and thighs, and right at the center of it, aligned exactly where the man’s taint and hole would have been, is the very thing you had earlier ruled out: a doll. An anatomically correct, male doll, with an erect penis pointing straight up into the air just like the same tiny feet visible from before.

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