The F Plus - 150: Snoot By The Foot

Episode Date: September 6, 2014

It's probably a complicated confluence of biology and experience that leads a person to become a foot fetishist, but it is a confluence that clearly happens very often, if the internet is to be believed. What exactly is it that these foot fetishists seem to hold as a common interest? Well, if you ask the members of The Den Of Smelly Feet, the answer is... yeah, that. This week, The F Plus really wants to make out with Gary.

Hello, I'm Dr. Simon. Hey. I'm looking for a story about fairy. The story is about a girl getting shrinked by a fairy because she damaged the environment. After that, the girl worshipped the fairy feet. I'm pretty sure this is the plot to Hammer Man. So she got revenge on the environment.

Picked up the medical shoes. Stinky, stinky feet. Ooh, that smell! Can't you smell that smell? Ooh, that smell! The smell of hell surrounds you! Welcome to the F Plus Podcast, a very, very smelly place for terrible, smelly things. Red with smelly enthusiasm. In the room tonight we have Boots Reign here. How often do you think about feet? Speaking for myself, in 24 hours I'd have to say 10 to 12 hours a day.

Jimmy Franks! Stink from women's sweat will kill the virus. Nurse, remove your socks. We have to save this man! Arm quads up. Slowly, Ginny kneaded and cupped Draco's nose, allowing him to take in the full aroma of her cheesy toast. Man, this is going to be a good episode. John Toast!

And with that, the foot descended onto the dragonborn's helpless face, coming to rest with her nose sitting between Lydia's toes at the ball of her foot. Are you excited yet? And Lemon. Do you think my sister is hot? I think she's extremely attractive. She wears her shoes without socks. Take a word when you're full of blues. Say you'll be all right come tomorrow.

But tomorrow might not be here for you. Yeah. Ooh, that smell. Hey, F+. Hi, Lemon. Hello. How are you guys doing? Are you keeping fit?

Are you keeping active? Yes. No. Okay, good. Good. You're doing a lot of running and sort of track and field, obviously hurdles. Long jump. I walked to the curb to get my bacon cheese stuffed crust pizza.

That counts, right? I've been walking down the stairs instead of sliding lately. I rolled down the windows last time I drove. That's kind of like being outside. Okay. Well, I participated in the Minnesota State Fair this year, which means that I did a lot of walking around, which means that I have very smelly cow's feet.

And I thought that that was a problem, but then I listened to a beer being opened, and then I went to footsniffing.com. Footsniffing.com is the den of smelly feet. If you type that into your web browser, then you get to get a delightful header image with Sims shoving their feet up the nose of other Sims. All right, going incognito.

That's just going to be on every page. You're just going to see plenty of that. Wow. The new Silent Hill is looking really good. They're finally back on track. So I could explain a little bit more about the dead and smelly feet, but I get the feeling that our listeners probably know what's going on here. So let's start out with a thread called foodie feet and uh come quats up you are going to be jane please oh yes hello there uh my name is jane okay um how many of you are into food

being worn inside shoes or food trampling? That's a genuine question. I'm wondering how many of you... Oh, shit, I dropped my mashed potatoes and I stepped in the boner? Okay, alright. We're rolling with this, I guess. This is my new favorite thing. I get the feeling this is a popular one. Everybody's me, right?

Yeah. I just wore some bits and pieces of food for somebody. Sure. Yeah. I wrote that. For the favor of someone. For somebody. Yeah.

Last week. And I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. Says the person that's a member of smellybeat.com. Yeah, yeah. What a weird feeling. Yep, I imagine. To feel a slice of bread turn into mush inside my old trainers. It felt like mud sloshing around in there after a while.

And I had to keep cleaning my trainers as the bread kept splashing out. How hard did you snap? What? Was this over the course of weeks? Are we talking Wonder Bread or one of those artisanal rolls with the real crusty crust on it? It's a whole sourdough loaf. No, no, no. She was wearing the loaf asough loaf. No, no, no, no. She was wearing the loaf as a shoe.

No, from Wendy's. There's a spinach dip in the middle. No, you never go full batard. Alright. Keep going. Call me weird, but I quite liked it. You're weird. Anybody else done this?

Jane, what's your blog called? Oh, my blog! what's your blog called? Oh, my blog! Yeah, what's your blog called? That would be Jane's Used Footwear Emporium. I understand and wish to continue, blogspot.co.uk. You have a response to it. There's a picture of exactly this. You have a response to yourself.

Yeah, I'm going to answer my own question as to whether or not anybody else done this. Also, this is written ten hours later. This is just the most amazing thing. You're not wrong. I didn't so much like the look of the food squashed all around

my feet and toes. But the feeling was somehow quite erotic. Okay. But the feeling was somehow quite erotic. Okay. Okay. I would love to offer such services to people. Excuse me, I'm a stepping in mashed potatoes expert. But, but, hold, hold your horses.

It's an unseen stepping in mashed potatoes expert. Yes. But, I can't see me doing meetups. That's just weird. Yes. But I can't see me doing meetups. That's just weird. Yeah. I think that is what people really want. Yes.

Is this Robert Half? I would like to offer my consultancy as a stepping in foot person. $60 an hour will be sufficient. Off to wear some strawberries and cream now, which I think I will enjoy eating later. Ah! Woohoo! No! That was just gross. Alright, uh... Jimmy Franks, you are a spar hawk. Wonderful

topic. I cannot speak for everyone, but for me, I would love to have the meetup for it to work. Emailing back and forth about picking a food item would be fun. Talking about how long the food item would be underfoot? Wonderful. What about hamburgers?

Watching the lady take the food item out of her footwear and having her watch me eat it? Well, that gets me going just thinking about it. Yeah, I imagine it does. Getting the said item in the mail just wouldn't push my buttons. No, heavens no. Oh, oh, well, yeah. Well, I would love to do some more of this.

I imagine. I have since been asked to wear a Big Mac inside my trainers. It's that state sketch. He's below me feet. Honey, how was your day? This big purple guy came up and handed me a hamburger. Don't put it on my shoe.

I gotta say, that's the first food stuff so far that would probably be about the same coming out. Boots, smell under toes. Had a post so important that he posted it twice. Oh, yeah. Oh, good. Personally, I prefer the feet I enjoy to stink as much as possible, and I prefer that sexy foot aroma to be pure.

I also have to add that I am not a sub. I just love worshiping sting sexy souls. Okay, you don't know what sub means, but fine. Or sting. He likes worshipping sting sexy souls. Look, you have all the tantric sex you want, I'll just be down here. The foot fetish would just be like, he would be on his back

and his foot would slowly go towards your face for like ten hours. Having said that, I have to admit that a foodie feat is not my main thing when it comes to playing with feet. Thanks for posting. But it is, can be a very sexy game, especially if

my partner enjoys it as much as Jane describes here. I am a pleaser, and when it comes to satisfying the kinky needs of a partner, I am all for it. As a kinky guy myself, I always love it when my partner has her own things and fetishes. The thing I love most when it comes to eating food from feet is the nastiness of it. Eating food that has been worn and stepped between a wrinkled pair of heavily sweating soles and well-worn gunk-producing insoles and squeezed between some chubby toes.

It's so nasty and I love it. Have to be chubby toes. It would send the actual foot sweat oil straight to my stomach and not just my lungs from smelling. And I love the mind game of a lady shaping some food with her stinky soles instead of hands.

I'm stepping in this food! Oh, those mind tricks are just... Oh, it's mentally stimulating! See? Sounds nasty, yet so sexy already. Ha ha! Ha ha! No, as I said above, my partner enjoys the whole procedure as much as Jane described. I'd gladly add it to the weekly sex game menu. New from Hasbro.

I don't believe in the word if. It's a five guys joke in there I just can't seem to piece together. As a lover of the smell, I prefer things with little or no odor, so the foot aroma would stay pure as possible. Things like bread flesh, for example. Bread flesh? Bread flesh. I cut my meat in bread flesh.

Slice you in twain! I would happily indulge in aromatic foods like strawberries and cream or chocolate croissants. Or even meals like burgers, though. No smells in any of those things. Yeah, so it's just, I want things that don't smell or really smell. Fuck it, I'll take anything.

Fuck it. I guess it would be more of enjoying all the food and syrup along with the shake, shape, sorry, of the souls and the liquids finding their way among the wrinkled foot flesh. Wrinkled? I like flesh.

You seem to be into old ladies, too. A lot of talk about wrinkles. Maybe I'd like the foot-flavored food. Oh, for fuck's sake. Another idea is extra nasty, and I'd love to try is making foot tea using heavily worn and sweaty yet clean... Fuck! Wait, what? A heavily worn and sweaty yet clean sock. Wait, what? A heavily worn and sweaty yet clean sock.

Oh, yeah, it's clean, okay? Clean. But I have to agree that all of the above would be great if enjoying them for real. Feedy food or foodie feet wouldn't do it for me either if it was mailed to me. I think the food would get wasted in that period of time. Krusty socks or shoes? All the way. But I need the woman to be present if she is to feed me her divine

foot-flavored food. Apart from the food spending a number of days in the mail, I really think the dish needs to be served in its which I really have fun with apostrophes there. Served in its.

A special soul plate with the lady being there feeding me. Jay, you did it again. Now my mind is making foodie feed recipes. A soul plate. Delightful. So that's just a big plate of fish? Sort of. I think you should order it.

You know what I'm disappointed with, guys? Your latest Big Mac? Yeah, yeah. I mean, obviously, all the time. But I'm disappointed with shoes. My name is Fuzzbird. Hey, Fuzzbird. Shoes.

Yeah, disappointed with shoes. Went around to a friend's house and was smelling the shoes, but none of them smelt at all. None of them smelt. Can we get that written in a British accent? Okay. Went round to a friend's house. Went a little southern there. That didn't take long.

Yeehaw! Nice talk. That didn't take long. Yeehaw! Ice dog. Anyway, none of them smelt at all. Anyone ever get disappointed like this? And Kamakua, you've been disappointed like this, right? Tente? Tente. Usually when I smell a pear, A, get no odor either.

It's quite frustrating because you take the risk, so you'd like a reward for it. LOL. Dude, Corey, if you don't smell, what the hell? Hey guys, welcome to my house. Just one thing

that has to happen today before we do anything else. We're going to go on what's called a no-sock hike. Is this just all guests have to go on a no-sock hike? Yeah, just a no-sock hike. It's kind of mandatory. It's a new bylaw they passed in my town.

Oh, that's... No, no thanks. I'm going to leave. Well, I'm silent 25-er. Smelling someone's shoes for the first time is a reward in itself. Sure, absolutely. I've never experienced no smell at all. Sometimes I have to open my senses to allow for more possibilities beyond the normal foot smell to really take in all the scent that shoes have to

offer hey hey guys this is carnal oh hey carnal i got a foot sniffing and i posted my own picture i look like a real fucking grease bag yeah you look like every thrash metal bass player ever yeah anyway listen between my old cocaine habit and being a smoker, shoes, socks, feet really have to be ranked for me to get it. So, yeah, I've experienced this. More common would be the holy shit, I can't believe her finks stink that bad, though. Oh, then you talk about pot for a while. Grease bag.

All right, so that's fun. But if you want to live up to Carnal's standard of feet smelliness, and we all want to get to that point, then you could take the advice of Foot Dude 989. Wow. Foot Dude is a foot snuffer, and he wants you to join the Foot Clan. Foot Dude is a foot sniffer, and he wants you to join the Foot Clan. His avatar says, Foot Dude, join the Foot Clan. Sniff feet, suck toes. Suck toes 420 every day. So I'm Foot Dude.

I've seen a couple clips from amateur girls where they have used plastic wrap on their feet to enhance the smell of their feet. I'm not sure the technique would work or not but definitely has got me curious i'm all for making feet stinkier does this work like it's like the kool-aid man of weird fetish fetish hey foot dude foot dude 989 that was pretty good but what if I wanted to get that kind of quality on Instagram or Tumblr? Oh, well, you should look me up! I'm FootGuy989 on Instagram or Tumblr! Either one of those. I don't have any of those, so I'm going to check Twitter for FootGuy989. Here's another footage.

Sepia tone! I got a question. Yeah, what's up? So, was FootGuy989 taken on this forum, or was FootDude989 taken on Instagram? Oh, shit, that's a great question! Why did I change from guy to dude? Especially because I got my avatar! Shit!

Man, that's a pain in the ass. Okay, so John, Sparky2047, please. I'm Sparky2047. What's your title on this forum? I'm a fledgling foot sniffer. Good. Good enough. This is just an opinion. I'm not sure how well wrapping the feet themselves with saran wrap will work for smell.

They definitely would sweat, but I tell you, what I think might work, if she puts on whatever shoes you want her to with bare feet, nylons, or socks, whatever you like. I bet if your saran wrap or shrink wrap the outside of the shoes with her feet in them, if it's anything

like a sauna suit, when you work out, I would think that would make them sweat inside the shoes a whole lot more while they're fearing them. I bet that would work. That way the feet smell like feet and shoes and not plastic wrap. Oh, that would be the worst. You don't want to cross-contaminate your odors. Your feet were getting so stinky, but they smell like plastic.

Fuck it. So on the second page there, Boots, you're the foot artist. Oh, yeah. I'm a fledgling foot sniffer. Oh, you're like me. How's it going, buddy? One day you'll get there. Yeah, I've had a couple girls do the saran wrap feet thing for me.

The result smell is pure sweat. It's not the kind of cheesy or sour odor you're probably used to. It's a subtle odor. It's still pretty fun, though. It definitely makes the feet extremely sweaty, and it's real nice. Feel wet, sweaty feet all over your face, and the flavor, so,

so salty. Yeah, I could lick feet like that for hours. What I have yet to try is having a girl wear stinky shoes all day long, then saran wrap her stinky feet just long enough to get them really wet and sweaty. And then saran wrap her mouth!

Yeah. No. No, okay, sorry. I'd like to find out whether this preserves the odor from her stinky shoes while adding the super wet sweatness that comes from the saran wrapping. I suppose that if you have access to a sauna,

having a girl wear her stinkiest shoes in the sauna could produce some great results, too. I'm an artist. There's something about the words cheesy feet put together that make me want to throw up. I think this might be the one. This might be the one this might be the episode oh yeah here we go all right i'm gonna be searching this forum for the word cheese

i just like to picture the like serious conversation the foot artist had it's just like honey sit down it just because i'm gonna tell you you know i i really do love you you're great but it's just you're just not producing the cheesy or sour odor that I like, you know? It's just, it doesn't feel special. I want to tell you about my favorite Sega Genesis character. His name is Toe Jam. Oh, boy. Did not see that coming.

FT Snipper says, Toe Jam. I was just wondering if anyone on this board likes toe jam. Buddy Brent? I dated someone once who wore ballet flats without socks all day. She'd have me dig out her toe jam from between each toe. It was a real turn on for me. And Jimmy Franks, your toes. I love these names.

I love, I love. We were just, before we hit record, we were talking about skunk, skunk, spray me now. And how, like, when you get into these specific communities. Oh, okay. So, Jimmy Franks, your name is Toesuck258. Yo, yo, yo, this is Toe Suck 258. Accurate representation. I'm a full-edge league foot sniffer.

You're very lucky. I've never dated a girl with toe jam, but the thought of cleaning the toe jam of a hot girl's feet turns me on just about as much as anything. Freaking Jesse Stickman over here. Oh! You were squatting on that one, weren't you? Yeah, a little. Wait for it opening. I'm going to step on the toes.

Well done. Absolutely beautiful. What did it taste like to you? One of my many fantasies, as I'm sure many of you share, is to sniff slash worship a woman's feet if she's been exercising in the gym for a long time. God, those wet, smelly, rag feet just must be heaven! Boom. Boom.

Boom. Be-ba-do-do. Be-ba-do-do. Do-ba-do-do-do-do. Well, I got a response to that. smelly rag feet just must be heaven! Man! Well, I got a response to that. I could see traces of toe jam at the top of her toe cleavage. Toe cleavage! That's pretty good.

Yeah, that's the entire reason why I wanted this thread. For that pair of words. Wear some underwire shoes. My footie decolletage. When I slipped her ballet flats off. Wait, okay, I like these commas. When I slipped her ballet flats off, her feet, especially around the toe area, was

very wet and sweaty. The taste of her jam mixed with sweat was like eating candy made from toe jam freaks like me. Do these guys hang out outside of a mani-pedi place like perverts hang out outside of a grade school? No, no. Those feet will be super clean. No, not at all. Oh, don't throw that away.

Oh. I wanted that. Just standing outside approaching any girl that goes in the door. Don't go in. You're fine the way you are. Let me show you. Let me show you how your feet are good. I'm sorry.

I had one more thread here, and it's a response to something, but it doesn't matter. Here we go. There's nothing like that vinegar smell. My sister worked at an amusement park some years ago. Yeah. I just used the word sister. Here we go. She had a good friend.

She invited home after work one evening. Her friend was wearing flats with black socks. None of these people are real. She went into the bathroom and removed her shoes and socks like all girls do. When she came out, her feet

were beet red. Oh, yeah. She could almost see the sweat glistening with her feet. I went into the bathroom and found her shoes and socks. Her socks were so wet that you could literally suck the sweat out of them. The smell reeked of vinegar. For me, there is no other foot smell like it. Her feet filled the entire house.

Wait, what? You heard me. Her feet fill the entire house with that sweaty vinegar smell. I'm picturing something completely different. It was great. That was the last time I saw my sister alive. Who wants to do some poetry? Who wants to read some poetry?

Oh, I heard John first. All right, John. All right, so you're Relic583, and you're going to read us a Christmas poem? Yes, I am, Relic583. Another fledgling foot sniffer. This is not a popular forum. fledgling foot sniffer, this is not a popular forum. There's like, if I look at this thread,

eight posts, 1,116 posts. I have as many posts as I have toes cut off and in a drawer. Alright, here we go. Twas an eve before Christmas, so the story

doth say, how Miss Claus thought to hang her stockings on the fireplace. Oh, for fuck's sake! Wow. That was the first thing you wrote, too! You wrote that couplet, and you were like, yeah, let's keep going! I am on a roll! Okay, the start was bad, but the next two lines looked like they rhymed, so let's give it a try.

Perfect, perfect. For every batch of gingerbread she baked in the oven hearth, her feet would stink up, causing the elves to show girth. Damn it! So close. That's okay, I'm sure you'll get it. To the floor the elves dove to revel in her odor, putting noses to foot and fingers to boner.

E for effort. Quit sniffing my feetsies Mrs. Claus did shout As elves you must serve me So suck my toes in your mouth Every time Every time Shout mouths You haven't like just gone to rhyme zone or something

So she peeled off her stockings And the elves obeyed. Moments later, she smiled, please, at all the cream for the cookies she made. Whoa, wow, not even a rhyme problem. Now it's a tense problem. Also, like, just a barrage of syllables problem as well. I hate when my poems turn to Bukkake two-thirds of the time. I'm just going to put words in here until one of them

sort of rhymes. Now what to do with these stockings so sweaty and smelly and delectably sweet? The lines don't even scan. Okay, okay, okay. Perhaps one of you elves deserve a prize for worshipping my feet. Perhaps.

On their knees, Santa's little helpers did beg, but Miss Claus was a tease And hugged them at the fireplace well out of reach A marvelous idea my love Oh a marvelous idea my love Santa Claus did think Why not fill stockings with toys for girls and boys Ho ho ho he said

And Miss Claus wink wink What the fuck God damn it. So you had to challenge yourself making it worse as it went on? I call it free verse. Oh, okay. Fair enough. Then in that case it was a good poem.

Yeah, you know. And then Boots, two down. You got Spiral there. Okay. Hey, I'm Spiral. This is my Den Poets Society. Carpe, carpe toem. Very funny.

I hope this poem is as clever as your avatar. Alternate universe Christmas toes. Is this Christmas shoes? Maybe. And I said I couldn't give my mother Some crystals Mister what you sniff This foot That's not the poem

He's not reading He's not reading Every year as we Sniff and glee We honor the repressed Ignorant of what could be In this multiverse In this multiverse, there exists a sad state of a world full of sniffers who anxiously wait.

Okay, okay, your rhymes are better, but your syllable count is still fucking messy. Okay. Okay. They drool at the woman all covered in boots Plotting and scheming How to uncover the foots Oh come on

Come on Poetic license Sir I'm sorry your poetic license has expired First of all feet Secondly it's not pronounced foot Oh sorry Let me do that again They drool at the woman, all covered in butts.

Thank you. Thank you. Perfect. Perfect. Little do they know in this universe here, long ago we found the secret of good cheer. At Christmas time here is it better to give, and when sniffing feet, all women truly live. Santa slides down many a chimney here and finds stockings stuffed and full of where? Wolves.

They're wolves. As women wait not to serve milk and cookies, but stinky nylon feet that the olfactory please. Yeah, one more time. One more time. I need that one more time. That was really good. As women wait not to serve milk and cookies, but stinky nylon feet that the olfactory please. There you go.

You just had to know where the author was going. Bring it on home. Now full of great jolliness, Saint Nick leaves great gifts as his mind is reeling from all the great sniffs. I like that one a lot. Peace on this earth and good sniffs to all men as this smelly feet Christmas ushers all in.

To a new year of pleasure unbounded by love as the heavy pheromones waft in like white doves. Okay. You have your mistletoe. You kiss right beneath. But the true aphrodisiac

is kissing our feet. Okay, actually, finally, that's a good one. As children dream of gifts all through the night, remember our universe where we've got it right. Yes, we are the Nietzschean Superman. Hey, this is MacHouse85. I heard you guys are doing some poetry in here.

MacHouse. Hey, what up? Hey, listen, I'll give it a shot. All right, cool, MacHouse. It was a few days after Christmas. My cock is as hard as a rock. Okay. In anticipation of possibly winning sweet petite feet stinky socks.

Sure. Her socks are so sexy, some of the best ever, so I had to come up with a poem that is somewhat clever. But I failed in that, so here we go. I'm going to finish either way. Her socks are so delicious, it's like smelling her feet. Better than any Christmas cookie. They are the ultimate treat.

When did her socks make this Christmas? Oh, you don't like sugar cookies? We have other options. When did her socks make this Christmas so great. I hope I am not submitting this poem too late. Too late for what? I believe this thread has something to do with a contest.

Yeah. I am getting that just now. Well, then everyone's a winner. Winning her socks would make for the ultimate Christmas present. I just hope my house is where the socks ultimately get sent. Oh, Jesus. Wow.

Drop the mic. Currency of Iceland. Back on a 65 hour. My name's Royals22262. Is there any wonder why there is a toe in poet? There's not. Oh. That's all.

I didn't want to patow. I'd just like to say that Jimmy Franks, his guy won. Oh, did he? It says on page four, post number 35, Jimmy Franks. Oh, hang on a second. I received the socks this past Friday. Sweet petite socks smell so good. They smell like a stinky pair of female socks should.

Still rhyming. Vanilla Ice's follow-up record. Vanilla Ice's follow-up record. Okay, so I worry that maybe we're giving the listeners something that they can't really relate to, something that's a little bit too odd or out there. So let me try to bring you a bridge point here. So I'm Chimp Grip. Chimp Grip. Okay. And I'm a fledgling foot snapper is this connected to my fetish or is it a fetish of my own let me explain as i was doing math today this though

crossed my mind for a second would the following be considered a fetish? To be wearing your cousin's shoes, who is a girl, and wearing them because something about doing that is hot, and my cousin has very pretty feet, and having butterflies in your stomach when you hear the song Rumor has it by Adele? Is that a fetish? That's a very specific fetish. Is that a fetish? Is that somehow connected to a foot fetish at all? Like, does that have something to do with a foot fetish? Is this a fetish?

You know, like, let's say something like, oh, I don't know, not anything specific, but let's say this cousin's name was Jessica Talbert Lee, and she lived at this address. And her age was... So this is about Chance Smellings, which is the main character's name in a detective novel that I'm writing.

Oh! Towing the line, the latest mystery. Ooh, yeah. Okay, thank you, finally, for a title. The city smelled like the smelly's foot and I was on the big toe. Kumquats up. Ringer, please.

Yes, my name is Ringer. I would like to talk to you about chance smellings. Sure. We had a thread on this before. I'm talking about those occasions where, without your seeking it out, you happen to, luckily, get some female foot odor action. I just happened to trip and get my nose in the gap between your shoe and your foot. Oh, I can't pay for this pizza.

But I can take my shoe off. To get the ball rolling, here's one that happened to me coming home on a train recently. A male-female couple got on and sat in the seats behind me. She was very attractive, late 20s with short light brown hair and specks. A few minutes later, there was a very strong smell of foot odor. Imagine that. Glancing around, I saw she had taken her shoes off.

I saw her black nylon clad left foot. Harlot! The toes of the nylon very sweaty looking. I spent the next ten minutes or so enjoying the intermittent wafts of very strong foot odor she looked me right in the eyes and says I'm a real person who's actually doing this

and the woman that's her fetish too it's like she's an exhibitionist how many train cars did she go on and do that before she read it? Yeah, finally. Gotta put fetishes. As I got up to leave at my stop, I glanced back again and saw her discarded shoes, formal black suede effect and closed flats

with white-striped inner soles, stained black at the heels and toes. I'm not surprised by this level of detail, yeah. They looked very sweaty, and I suspect much of their intense aroma came from them. The feet? Yeah, maybe. They were office shoes. So she must have worn them all day at work,

and it was now 11 p.m. That is one lucky guy. That's one long work day. So that's the kind of thing I'm talking about. You happen to be in the right place at the right time. All right, so because I lost my place, I'm going to go to another thread here By the way, I needed to mention that This document was put together by Caroline I'm so sorry

This document was put together by Caroline Caroline But both But Caroline put a thread in here That Like two minutes into the recording, uh, Kumquatsop also found. So, so definitely, uh, there's some agreement that this is the thread to go for.

Uh, so this is Mexican feet? Oh, too spicy. Oh, I'm going to sniff these feet, but I've got to pay for it in the morning. All right. All right, so Mexican feet? My name's Morbid One. I'm a fledgling foot sniffer. I live in Texas, and I absolutely love Mexican girl feet.

Just wondering if anyone has smelled any. Were they ripe? They look like they would have a strong odor. I love the color! What? You love them and you don't even know what they smell like? No, I just love

the color! Jimmy Franks, you're a soul bug. Super stinky, bro! Must be the diet, man! Oh my god. Nintendo. Well, you're a god of foot sniffing.

Yeah. And then, John, you're foot sniffing... Oh, this is so good! You're foot sniffing since 1989. Iron Maus Stripes, motherfucker! Yeah, that's right, man Foot sniffing since 1989 That's the last time he stood up For those of you that have been

Thinking to myself, oh, I'd love to join Ball Pit, but I just need to Come up with the right username To get in there with You have a lot of options now Hey, I'm about to sign up. You gotta settle for foot sniffing since 1990. Hey, you know what, man?

Mexican feet do smell nice and always taste salty out of my experience. But what I haven't got to try are Indian feet. I bet they are orgasmic. A little bit of Monica's feet in my mouth. This is gross in at least two ways. I'm working on making that into a header right now.

What, this is gross in at least two ways? This is gross in at least two ways. And then we need to find HappyNose1. There he is. He's on page three. HappyNose1 lives in Dallas. Boots, rain gear, please. I live here in Dallas, and the Mexican-Hispanic women here are beautiful. Yes, I've had great experiences

with two Mexican women. I'm currently trying to introduce two more to our world of feet-smelling. Welcome! Sure! Welcome to feet-smelling world.

Welcome! Welcome to the world of feet! Cue the Danny Elfman theme. One of the first Mexican women that allowed me to smell her feet was like a dream. She was like a dream. Like all the other women they prefer to hear, they didn't exist. Yeah.

She was very open to the subject, and I really did not have to try that hard. After the second time smelling her feet, she was very comfortable and actually loved it. Her feet had a wonderful, unique aroma to them, and they were very soft. I remember one time she was eating lunch in a secluded room, and I was under her chair smelling her feet for approximately 30 minutes while she ate and read a magazine. It was awesome! We still keep in touch sometimes.

She moved about an hour away, so I don't have access to her feet easily, like I had when she was much closer. I no longer have the key to her house that I would sneak in and hide under her couch. I forget the name of her apartment. I think it's a restraining order or something. Anyways. That I would sneak in and hide under a couch. I forget the name of her apartment. I think it's a restraining order or something.

Anyways. Dear Linda, the war goes long. The only thing that keeps me alive is the thought of your feet. Oh. Okay. And then... Fuck it. John Toesucker30 next post. Oh, and then... Fuck it. John ToeSucker30 next post. Oh, are we...

Yeah, let's just amp up that racism one more notch. Oh, yeah. ToeSucker30! ToeSucker30. I love Mexican girls' feet. They love to show them off, too. Usually a nice sweaty corn chip sip to those I've enjoyed. Yeah.

Boy, that's... I think I used my last phone call well back to the cell. This allotment feat... Oh, allotment feat? Allotment feat. What is your allotment of feet? How many feet are you allowed? That's all they post he's ever made.

I'm just a fledgling foot sniffer, so I'm just starting out. Well, tell me about the only post that you decided to put in this forum. This is the only one. This is why you signed up. Well, I'm married to a Mexican girl and can say that the feet are size 5 and smell like a strong cheese and hint of vinegar after a day at work. Okay. Depends on shoes worn.

But yes, compared to American female feet, Mexican feet are honking. I honestly don't like that. Thanks. Thanks a lot, allotment feet. You're welcome. Now I just picture somebody doing an 80s head tilt, sunglasses down his nose like, man, those feet are honking. Oh, yeah. feet are honking.

Oh, yeah. I wish they all could have Californian feet. All right, we are... That reaction was my favorite thing of the episode. Sorry. We are a ways into this episode, and this is something that Caroline put up in the front, but

I felt like it needed to wait a little bit. But I did know that it needed to be read, because this thread is called First Shoe Coming Experience. Wow. And this thread seems to carry the Jimmy Franks curse with it. So, Jimmy Franks. Your name is I Love Fats. I thought it was shoe coming like homecoming, but they spelled it C-U-M-M-I-N-G. What wit?

My name is I Love Fats. Hey, I Love Fats. You seem fun. First shoe-coming experience. So a few weeks ago, I struck a golden opportunity, and I took it without hesitation. I just finished a summer calculus this past semester, and before exams, I would spend the night with my friend Matt at his apartment because I commute to campus. His soon-to-be roommates decided to drop in on us the day before the exam, and I was completely cool with it. It was his best friend and his girlfriend,

who was an art major. A scene queen kind of girl. Highlights in their hair and all. Just very tall. I heard she was descent-looking, so I couldn't wait. She was in the middle of the evolutionary

journey. Let me walk you through my evening. Five o'clock. I couldn't wait. She was in the middle of the evolutionary chart. Let me walk you through my evening. Are we not seen, Queen? Five o'clock p.m., they arrived. First thing I noticed was that the girl who walked in, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing moccasin-like shoes, worn and torn beyond belief as well.

How did I know? This is how you were going to describe her drop-dead gorgeousness. I think she might have had a face. I don't know. I don't know. My friend's rules in the apartment was, take off your shoes at the door. Oh, yeah.

They both took off their shoes, and I saw that she was wearing no socks at all. No socks at all? It's a sweltering 90 degrees outside, and I was metaphorically salivating. I think it was more than metaphorically salivating. You were actually salivating. I was actually salivating and wondering how bad they reeked.

Salivating was a metaphor for my boner. She also had extremely nice feet, perfect arches, a pink pedicure, and was small and petite. 6.30 p.m., the walk. Okay. After everyone was settled, Matt's best friend wanted to take a walk around the campus because he noticed we were completely exhausted from studying calculus for the past two hours. I put my shoes on, and I noticed his girlfriend putting on her moccasin shoes without socks again. She's just asking for it now.

Scandalous. 7.30, back at the apartment. To be honest, it was still hot out, like 80 degrees. And we got back to the apparent. I took off my shoes and saw... I took my shoes off and saw hers. She slid her feet out of them and her feet were glistening in sweat. I really just wanted to take her shoe and smell them,

but I couldn't because everyone was always within a five-foot radius of the shoes. I wanted to take her shoe, split it in two, and then smell them both. So I waited. Call is coming from inside the shoe. Just leaning forward in the chair, staring at her. I think you should sleep now. Midnight. Everyone's going to bed.

I waited for a good ten minutes to allow people to get comfortable in their rooms. And once it was silent within the whole apartment, I made my move and crept to the front door where the worn, torn moccasins were. Let's go with that one. I picked it up and inhaled deeply. It had a sweet yet damp smell, like a mixture of wet Doritos and Fritos together. That's your reference point!

Wow. Her feet smelled like tongue in the back. With a note of Cheeto. Nacho cheese Doritos, Cool Ranch. Or like, no, no, it smelled like an experimental flavor 10-8-4-0. So she's Mexican. So it's either smelly feet or cheeseburger. That's the best feet, bro.

My nose was transfixed on it. However, I put the shoe down and went back to my room, and I was getting ready for bed. However, I was aroused more than anything. Okay. So I told myself, fuck it. I went back to the front door and took both shoes and took them to my room. Blindfolded them first so they wouldn't know how to get back. At this moment, I was terrified.

Just what if Matt's friend and the girl wanted to take a midnight stroll? I didn't care. I was too excited to think about what was going on. I laid on my bed and put one shoe over my nose and the other next to my side. I started to stroke myself excessively.

Wow! This is too much jerking off, man. I was beyond around. Can you dig it? Realizing what I was doing at this very moment. Within three minutes, I already had to come. Within three minutes, I already had to come. Had to come.

I already had to come, yeah. It was built up already. I was going to just release and call it a night, but something popped inside my head. I've never done this, but it was one of my biggest fantasies. Oh, fuck. I put the shoe at my side and shoved my throbbing dick inside of it. Almost paradise. Almost paradise.

It was soft on the inside, except that the soles, they were just completely flat. I knew these things were beyond filthy. Just the smell was getting to me, but it was so damn intoxicating. Oh, why are your shoes so filthy when I fuck them? God damn it. So there I sat, one shoe lying over my nose and the other was surrounding my dick. My hand... Fuck! Oh, please nobody draw that comic.

My hand basically made it into a fleshlight, but with a shoe instead. I literally was moaning at this point, and there I lost all control. Oh, there you lost all control. I orgasmed for nonstop for what felt like a whole 20 seconds. And then actual stop. Into the scene, Queen's sweat-drenched moccasins.

The silver lining was that I didn't make a mess of myself. That's like she took it all, huh? I took out my phone and put my light on. The entire top part of the shoe was like icicles forming off the side of gutters during winter. And the very front where her toes would go was just engulfed in my semen. I probably should. Yes? Just, just, no, no, no.

We're like icicles forming off the sides of gutters during winter. I don't think all of you are mentally picturing that yet. It's like a, it's like a Kinkade painting. Yeah. There's a a Kinkade painting. There's a little light inside. It just comes to lag tight on the shoe. Yes. Best simile of the podcast?

I think it's a shoe-in. Wow. Wow. John's going to come over and fight you. Now that joke's got soul. I probably should have done this, but I didn't. I didn't clean her shoe at all. I thoroughly examined her shoe as well. Tears at the sides where her foot is exposed.

The sole was almost eroded away, looking like a size six in men's. I don't know shoe size with girls. Green and black in the inside of the show. These suckers were old. And lastly, they were almost falling apart, as in the seams and interior were falling apart. So you aren't familiar with the needs and intricacies of women? What? Shoes? What? No, nothing.

Shoes. Exhausted, I slowly got up and thought I should probably put them back. Sure. 12.30 a.m., I put them back. So first I thought I should put them back. And my head was in a daze from her shoes. I took one last whiff of her shoe, the one without my come in, and I just felt a cold chill up my spine of pure arousal.

I went back to my room and fell asleep almost instantly. 8 a.m., I woke up. And she slept in till like 11, so I've heard, but I left early with my friend Matt to take my test. Throughout the week, he never asked any weird questions about an incident. Why not? I was just as exhilarated at the fact that my cum is in her shoe. Shit! And whenever it gets warm,

she'll wonder why they're so sticky all of a sudden. No! She'll never even think about it. That scene queen had such a terrible night. Such a terrible night that she woke

up in the morning and she was like, oh, there's cum all over my shoe. Fuck it, I'm just leaving. I'm not going to talk about this anymore. Hi, I'm Saul Bug. Hey, Saul Bug. I like that story. Hi, I'm B1337. Great story, mate.

Thanks for sharing. No, I think your name is Bleat. It is Bleat. Yeah, great story, mate. Thanks for sharing. No, I think your name is Bleat. It is Bleat. Yeah, it's Bleat. Oh, it is Bleat. Yeah, yeah. Hi, my name is Bleat. Great story, mate.

Thanks for sharing. Sweet Petite Feet takes issue, takes umbrage. Yes, I'm Sweet Petite Feet. Dude! Just be ready for the chick that kicks your ass for coming on her shoe. Or worse yet, her poof!

She's gonna be pretty mad if you come on her BF. Gary! Gary! Whatever. Just sniffing Gary oh the smell of Gary is so good I never thought I'd do this

but I put my dick in Gary it was like a flashlight, but with Gary. Okay, okay, okay. After 1230, I decided I should put Gary back. Okay, okay, okay. So, we have two options of stories. Well, wait, wait, wait. Hang on. Yes.

So Jimmy Franks. Yes. I take Umbridge with you. You mean I love Fetch? No. No, Jimmy Franks. Because Jimmy Franks claimed earlier that the concept of cheese feet grossed him out. But the jig is up, sir, Jimmy Franks.

Or should I say your real name? Oh, Jimmy Cheese Heels. No. I am undone. Jimmy Cheese Heels? I should have known all along. That's good all along. Took you this long

to figure this out. That's Jimmy Cheese Heels. It's a post by Soulbug. And the post is, I fell in love with the name of the girl, and yes, I can see myself under those feet. All right. And if you want to see someone that looks like Jack White,

come to F Plus Live. All right. We have two choices we need to go through here. Our first choice, and I'll put this to you, John Toast, which of these threads would you prefer? I wonder what it would be like to smell a male and a female's feet at the same time.

Or, how often do you think about feet? I like the male and the female at the same time. Alright, great. So, this is a post by Slugger. Good job, Slugger. Yeah, Slugger. Slugger. Good job, Slugger. Yeah, Slugger. And what's your question there, Slugger?

My name is Slugger. I wonder what it would be like to smell a male and female's feet at the same time. Would that be homo? I'm Urgle Burgle. I'd love to do that. Particularly if there is some sort of cock-hold thing going on. And your response?

How would someone go about doing this? The cock-hold thing sounds kind of cool. I've only got one, maybe two, videos similar to this idea, not really on the cock-hold tip. It's called Pizza Worker Stinky Feet Humiliation by Jesse of Extreme Feet. You should check it out.

I'm not done. My particular fantasy would have to have a couple coming home from softball practice stinking up the room. Making me smell their feet happy face. So you're into cuckolding, but gay shit is gross. Alright, and then we need to do a piece of longer form fiction here, and our options,

and I'll give this to you, Boots. This is your choice to make. Please be Harry Potter. I can't say that there's not Harry Potter in one of these. There might be. So our first option is Poison Was the Cure, and that's a story by Heavy Metal Fan. Oh.

Our other option is Roommate Soul Snare, and soul is smelled the way you would imagine. Roommate Soul Snare, and that is written by Clay. Let's go with Roommate Soul Snare. Roommate Soul Snare, and that is written by Clay. Let's go with Roommate Soul Snare. Roommate Soul Snare. All right, it is not short, so you're going to start. Skip that preamble there, and read and then tag.

This is where our story begins. Will was a new college student, white guy, 20 years old, brown hair, short, about 5'8", kind of surfer looking. Starting a little late in life, looking for a place and a roommate, he sees an ad and responds. Getting directions to meet the roommate at the house, he's surprised

it's a younger guy named Andy, also white, 18 years old, short brown hair, good build, 5'11", wears Amber Crombie stuff. Oh, hello. I am Amber Crombie. Would you like to go on an adventure? There's a lot of shirtless men in the tunnel.

Tally-ho. He's friendly and the place is nice. They agree on rent and Andy mentions he's gay, and asks if it'll be a problem. Will has no problem with it. Hang on, I have a follow-up question! Will moves his stuff in, and Andy helps out with the big stuff, and at one point, he injures his back, lifting a dresser.

Oh shit, this is gonna be misery. Will feels terrible, but Andy isn't worried about it. Later, after he gets settled in, Andy is resting in the recliner with his feet up. His back hurts a lot more now, and Will feels bad still. Will sits down on the couch to watch the big screen in the living room. What? I promise this picks up. Where are the pictures that go with this book?

Like, each of these sentences should be on a new page, right? It's a scratchy sniff book! Will sits down on the couch to watch the big screen in the living room. Boop! He looks over at Andy and observes his recliner not facing the TV, but rather facing the couch. What an odd placement. Will offered the couch to Andy to watch TV, but Andy said, no, you go ahead and enjoy the view as he was

resting his back from earlier. He said he was going to read a book and relax. Will said cool and began to watch the TV in the dim lit room. That's cool. Can't you just feel the tension? As he watched the TV, he could hear a whimpering coming from Andy

as he looked over. He was trying to pry his shoes off, but with his feet. He tried to bend forward, but his back hurt too much to reach. His shoes must be tight because he was really struggling. He said, God, man, my back! As he continued to work his shoes off inch by inch. Wanko-Z-Tango! Finally, pop! One shoe popped off his heel and he kicked it off the rest of the way.

Then he dug his socked toes into the other shoe and pried it off too. Shoes are vacuum form. It's full of bread. Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Seal your feet in to preserve the freshness. It too making a gentle popping sound. As soon as the other shoe dropped, Will got a look at Andy's feet. Big, wide soles, large heels.

With a relaxing wiggle, he saw that Andy had miraculously long toes, easily having their way with the dirty socks, waving them around and stretching them over his toes. Did I skip a line? No? Okay. A little bit of description of the guy. Andy's like 5'11", kind of like a surf or whatever. them around and stretching them over his toes. Did I skip a line? No, okay. Nope.

All right. A little bit of description of the guy's like, Andy's like 5'11", kind of like a surf or whatever. So the feet. Yeah. Yeah. I'm really surprised that he got some sort of description. That one lady was like, she was so hot. Ten toes, five on each foot.

As he did this, Will realized he had been staring at Andy's feet for quite a while, witnessing the whole shoe removal. Andy smiled at him and said, Good movie? As he noticed Will's long stare and thought nothing of it. Oh yeah, great movie! He felt stupid and embarrassed as he turned

his head to face the TV. Andy went back to his book, but the problem was that his recliner and propped sock feet were pointed right at Will. Andy went back to his book, but the problem was that his recliner and propped sock feet were pointed right at Will. If he averted his eyes just a foot away from the screen, he had a full view of Andy's big foot bottoms.

Let's just fast forward just a tiny little bit. Come, Quatsop, if you'll take the sentence that starts, As Andy offered. As Andy offered up an innocent sock show. Will knew he had to get the hell out of there. Andy said, You mind grabbing me a pair of my socks out of my room?

I'm a pirate. Oh my. Will thought that was an odd request, but got up anyways. Mm-hmm, sure. Andy said, I would, man, but my back hurts too bad. Oh, right, the back thing. Will felt bad immediately as Andy brought up the injury.

Plus, he wanted to get away from Andy's crazy foot views. Google Dr. Scholl! I just don't think immigrant feet should be in this country. They don't all smell like corn chips. He went into the room to clear his head and get the socks. He grabbed them up out the drawer and came back into the room. He tossed

them to Andy and began to back away saying, Well, I'm gonna head to bed, man. Andy said, Hey, wait a sec, man. I was wondering if you could do me one more favor. All right.

I can't reach my socks cause my back. Yep. You think you could change my socks for me? Oh, shit. Will's heart sank as he immediately felt uncomfortable. He didn't know what to say. No guy had ever asked him to change his socks. How do I know when I'm ready?

Isn't there some sort of Christian book I can read? Dad, what do I do if a guy asks me to change his socks? Well, son, that time comes in every man's life. How dare he ask such a question? Does he expect- I said good day, sir! Does he expect me to actually do this? And he sat waiting for an answer. And he was a dominant type.

No, no, no, we're going to skip just a little bit more. Jimmy Franks, if you'll take it up from He Saw Andy's Feet Close Up. Or, sorry, Up Close. He Saw Andy's feet close up or sorry up close he saw Andy's feet up close he saw Andy's feet up close for the first time covered in mystery as the dirty socks shrouded Andy's big soles completely except

for where the small hole was sporting a hit of toe cleavage there it is again toe cleavage since this is HBO they're going to cut away when he puts his foot in the toe. Put those toes on the glass. He was waiting when Andy said, okay, remove this sock, as he waved his foot in Will's direction, who was about a foot away from Andy's feet.

Will hastily grabbed a hold of the sock from the toe and pulled. Andy yelped, saying, take it easy. You have to hold up my ankle and pull it from the heel. My back and feet can't take the pressure. Okay, sorry, says Will. He did as he was told with gentleness and Andy was pleased that he listened, holding his leg by the ankle,

elevating the foot and peeling off the sock from the heel only to reveal a moist yellow-pink meaty heel that he had never seen anything like it before. Think of how much of this story we've skipped. Paragraph of sock removal. We just got to the bunion. In porno, we

call that the B-shot. Sadly, he couldn't help but admire the look of it. He continued as Andy sighed. He laid Andy's leg back down now that he had the heel free. He grabbed the toe into the sock, pulling up, and with a gentle tug, the abused cotton

sock fell into Will's hand as the removal made a soft pop sound. And a poo in the sock. What the fuck? And poof! Footwear by Orville Redden. A light waft of Andy's big pink feet

softly blew into his face. The smell was confusing. It was. And then it confused Will. What are these feelings? It was confusing insofar as it was confusing. Feeling the footwind. That's a song by Aerosmith.

You know, foot wind has the best album covers. He thought he would be repulsed and draw back, but he didn't. He didn't mean to breathe it in, but his breath timing was all wrong when the scent greeted him. Rookie mistake. He suddenly felt a weakness come over him. Confused because the smell was funky. But shake it off, man. He didn't know what to think as he finally looked upon Andy's soul.

A sight to see. His eyes couldn't help themselves as he took in the power of the heel, his long sole up to the wide ball of his foot, and his long, wiggly toes as they spread and knocked loose some sock fuzzies that he saw fall out from between his toes, falling onto Will's hands. He's part hobbit. Will tried to look away as Andy stretched his foot out. Oh, thank you, Will. You're doing great.

Good job removing that sock, big guy. You didn't need any tools or nothing! No, Andy's totally faking it. He closed his eyes and waved his foot side to side, pivoting at the heel, spreading his toes so wide. As Will witnessed the soul show, he was dumbstruck. Pathetically, he couldn't think of anything he'd ever saw that was more beautiful. And we're going to skip again. And John Toast, if you'll pick it up with, Andy began to really enjoy himself.

Okay. So Andy began to really enjoy himself. Thank you. And started stretching his now bare feet in front of Will's face. Just getting comfortable and said, that feels so much better to stretch out my toes and let my feet breathe. Ha ha. Thank you so much. Ha ha.

Bet you never saw feet like this before. Don't you wish your feet was smelly like me? They are so big. Always sweaty. And they can be kind of overwhelming. Sorry. Just let me relax a bit before you put them back in that awful sock prison, okay?

Will gave no answer and Andy didn't care. He just threw his head back in relaxation. He began to work his achy dogs out in Will's poor face. Will thought he wanted to put the new socks on, but the more he stared at the innocent

Tootsie Show, the more he distracted him with the new socks on, but the more he stared at the innocent Tootsie Show. Oh man, these feet are awesome. Hey, is that Dustin Hoffman? These people have an amazing... They're not good at writing poetry, but they do have a very good way with words. He was doing what Andy's feet wanted, and they just wanted to be seen. I don't know if any man could ignore Andy's feet. No, he's not.

He's not. As Andy spread his long digits out and exposed the dark pieces of toe jam in between his toes, the heady smell of his feet and toes can help it escape to nearby noses, finding its way to the nearest nose first and filling the sinuses up with a hefty dose of foot odor. Staring Will sat like a boa,

was slowly constricting around him, unable to move. Staring Will is his Indian name. sat like a boa, was slowly constricting around him, unable move. Staring Willis' Indian name. Watching all Andy's angelic feet had to show. Sniff. Sniff. There was that smell again.

Where's it coming from? In a couple of whiffs, the scent had him pinned. But embarrassed and appalled was all. Embarrassed and appalled that he wanted another whiff as Andy's stinky toast scent washed over him. And I'll take it up here. Again, we're skipping parts. We're skipping parts.

Like long chunks of text are we skipping. This thing is so goddamn long. It's amazing. We're skipping like feet of text. Hey,? This thing is so goddamn long. We're skipping, like, feet of text. There you go. Nope. One look at Andy's pretty toes

and soft, sweaty soles, and Will was in a fight to surrender or run, and his raging Peter... His P and balls. Made sure he wasn't going anywhere as it pulsated at the sight of Andy's sweaty pads. You be the judge, okay? Do you think my feet smell all right? They're not that bad, huh? Unable to tell him no or refuse the sight, Andy stuck out his feet, fanning out his toes under Will's nose,

releasing a smell that was so powerful that it was innocently luring a strayed man to sample more and more. This isn't even my toe's final form. It's bait bus toe edition. It's bait bus, toe edition. To Andy's delight, he saw Will helplessly lean to his feet and welcome the scent. Is it strong in between my toes? And the response, because this is in quotes, sniff, sniff. From under the recliner, Will's dick felt like it was about to explode as Andy giggled! From under the recliner?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like, so if you're under the recliner, you can just feel the dick through the recliner? Playfully waving his pretty pink toes under his nose and he smiled as he watched Will sniff his toes making sure not to actually touch him with his feet he didn't want to scare him away just the scent will do what a fool

he said as Will breathed in Andy's wonderful toe perfume too much to fight Andy giggled to himself I guess I can't resist it's funny this guy was straight What is this Frank Underwood soliloquy going on here? I'll make sure he feeds his need as I tease the shit out of him. What is this Frank Underwood soliloquy going on here? With my sweaty soles and irresistible tootsies. Ha ha!

He won't be able to say no by the time I'm done with him. This is still all in quotes. This is a really long Richard III monologue. One look at my feet and he was smitten. Who can resist my feet? Well, Andy had plenty of fun with Will as Will just sniffed his

soles. This is still in quotes. I don't know if this is supposed to be still in quotes or not, but it is still in quotes, just so you know. Something tells me the writer was focused on something else at this point. Well, he should have two hands because he's masturbating with his feet. He's like a simple monkey or something. It's just smashy in between.

Okay, so just sniffed his soles from inches away in a shameful transfixion. Poor guy. He didn't stand a chance when it came to Andy's huge, stinky feet. And then a new quote. Ha ha! I knew it! You like my stinky feet! Ha ha!

That's enough. Why did they turn it to like a Batman film? Doing lots of running, Batman! How will Andy escape this treacherous toast-capade? Find out next time. Same foot time, same foot channel. So Will was ashamed and turned on at the same time. Andy was through with him and got Will backed up enough to put down the recliner.

He shot up like nothing was wrong and said, Thank you for everything, and I can't believe you like my smelly feet. Ha ha! But that's cool. Whatever you like, man. Will tried to hold on to his self-worth, even though it looked bad, saying, no, man, I... I was only doing what you asked me to.

And he laughed, saying, whatever, dude. He happened to look down and notice the huge boner tenting Will's pajama bottoms! Oh, dude. He happened to look down and notice the huge boner tenting Will's pajama bottoms! Oh, man. He didn't even try to hide it because Andy had him so dizzy with his foot scent. Will just looked down and covered it, but it was too late. Andy just chuckled and said,

Ha ha! Wow, you've got it bad! Took my socks off and got a boner from smelling my feet just doing what I told you. I didn't tell you. I was getting a huge wood. What a loser! just doing what I told you? I didn't tell you. I was getting a huge wood. What a loser!

My sexuality is the most complicated thing in the world! Will heard those words, and they cut like a knife as he hung his head in complete embarrassment. He was unable to disobey any of Andy's stinky foot commands, surrendering to everything that he did to him. Aha! Just kidding, man. My feet are fucking beautiful. I don't blame you.

I think that's Kesha's next album. Tootsie and wave. Tootsies and wave. I don't blame you for getting a little caught up with my feet. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to bed. End of story. Good.

Great. Story's over. Holy shit. Paragraph after paragraph. Oh, by the way, read part two. So, F plus. What? So, F+, what? By the way, I want to say, like, 150 episodes, something like that?

Like, we touched on it, but we never, never did we actually fully do feet in any of these episodes. Yeah. So that's kind of surprising, but what do we learn from that? Your feet have shown up an awful lot. We've danced around it. God damn it. That's why we haven't done this. I thought we were pussyfooting around the issue. I know.

A thing that usually comes up in the fetish stuff is that people will break off into these sub-fetish arguments. Where it was like, well, I know, I like my, you know, I like my urine really, really dark yellow and other people are really, that's gross. But there wasn't a lot of disagreement on this. It was always just like the stinkier, the better. Yeah. Yeah. Everybody was really civil too.

We didn't really encounter a lot of negativity. It was like, yeah, man, I'm on board with this. The only argument I think there was was like, you know, should you covertly come in a girl's shoe or tell her you're going to come in her shoe? When's the polite time to tell a girl that you're going to come in her shoe? Yeah, I mean, because they definitely had levels. They had different levels to their fetish. And people would kind of identify, you know, I'm a level five pervert. I'm a level seven pervert.

But at no point were they like, that's unacceptable. They'd be like, hey, man, different strokes in feet. Could it be that because they've been around the longest, they're like the Tolkien high elves of internet fetishes? They're so developed because they've had so long. That's terrific. What gets me about this forum was the divide between the content providers and the content

consumers because it seemed like there was a real big gulf between people who were like, I've written a thousand posts and I write these long stories. On the other side, there's just people like, yeah, I like feet. Goodbye. And there's so many people that have just posted like 12 times.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love feet. You. This is genuinely, I know one thing, which is that this episode, recording this episode, I like camembert a lot, and that's going to be difficult for me next time. Because footy cheeses are kind of tasty, and that's just something I have to kind of just deal with.

The next time I have some brie, it's just going to be like, okay. Hey, honey, can you put this in your shoe for a second? Okay, and I'll just walk around. Okay. All right, cool. Yeah, so super fun. Thank you so much, Caroline. Caroline.

There's a bunch more stuff in there. There's a bunch more stuff in the doc's a bunch more stuff in the doc which you can find on thefpo.us and our forum is ball pit and this may be one of the last pre-recorded podcast that you can hear before F plus live

in downtown Minneapolis Minnesota that's at Grumpy's in the city club the downtown Grumpy's, I mean. All of the people in this recording are probably going to be there, at least me. I'm set. I'm going. I'm going to be there twice. I'll probably stop there.

I'm going to walk there, and my feet are going to stop. So come on down. We're reading shit, and that's unusual for us. So come on down. We're reading shit. And that's unusual for us. So hopefully we'll get the hang of it. Bye-bye. Bye. Love stinks. Love stinks. Yeah, yeah. Love stinks.

Love stinks. Yeah, yeah. Love stinks. Love stinks. Yeah, yeah. Love stinks. Love stinks. Wait, you know what?

You don't want to do Colonel's response from the thread you just read? Nope. Okay. Oh, Nope. Okay. Oh, man. Well. Let's just say it has something to do with me fucking my cousin and we'll leave it at that. I really don't want to watch that TED talk.

Wait, fucking his cousin is a TED talk? This is how to fuck my cousin.