Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley
Categories: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
Contains: Incest, Femdom, Foot Worship, Shoe Sniffing, Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Underage, Extreme Femdom
A small frail, ten year old boy crouched by the fireplace, desperately dusting the sooty surface, praying that no grains of soot fell onto the carpet, he really didn't need another reason for his uncle to punish him, the very thought terrified him enough to cause him to flinch, that round, fat, purple walrus like face was the star of his nightmares. He possessed untidy jet-black hair, startlingly green eyes with a pair of round frame black wiry glasses sat upon his nose, thin pieces of tape holding the frame together. He was small, closer to the size of a six year old than his actual age, if one lifted the very 'loose fitting' grey shirt, covered in dirt, dust and dark yellow and red stains, you would be able to count each of his rips beneath his unhealthily pale skin.
The sound of the front door unlocking caused the boy to flinch, he swallowed, focusing on his work as the door opened and footsteps echoed throughout the hall and drifted into the living room.
"Still not done yet freak." Sneered the familiar tone of his aunt's shrill voice.
"Sorry Aunt Petunia." Harry droned, he heard his aunt step into the living and make her way to a large arm chair, groaning as she felt the weight lift off her feet, he cast a sparing glance backwards, feeling his heart drop as he noticed the faint foot prints from his aunt's shoes, he stood to go fetch the dustpan and brush, if his uncle saw the carpet like this…it wouldn't be pretty.
Petunia hated her nephew and often found herself looking for new ways to torment the youth, as if trying to stomp out the constant reminder of her sister and her inadequacies in comparison to her all so perfect sister. When she came in she made sure to keep her flats on to ensure that she left an additional mess for the boy to clean. She saw the boy slowly lift himself from the carpet, apparently finished in cleaning the fireplace, obviously planning to get the dustpan to clean up the mess she had made for him since he wasn't allowed to use the vacuum. She smirked as a small thought occurred to her.
"Boy." She loved how he jolted when she called him, he fell still and slowly turned to look at her feet, he hadn't dared to look her in the eye since he was six when he did and found himself on the receiving end of Vernon's belt for 'giving her attitude' and was locked in his cupboard for three days without dinner, only allowed some stale bread and water.
"Yes Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked timidly, Petunia smirked at the shaking boy.
"Take off my shoes and put them away." She fought the desire to laugh as the boy shakily approached her and dropped to his knees and carefully took her left foot, cradling her ankle before proceeding to slide off the old black flat, his face twisting into a grimace as he caught a whiff of the vinegary stench from it, burning his nostrils, shuddering in disgust.
"What is with that face boy!" She spat, her hand lashing out, gripping the boy's shoulder and pulling him close, not caring the slightest as his pained cries sounded. "Shut up." The boy grit her teeth, desperate to silence his cries.
"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia, it was…erm…" He fell silent, what could he say? If he lied he'd be beating within an inch of his life, but he couldn't insult his aunt by admitting that her flats had a terrible stench to them.
"Spit it out boy!"
"N-Nothing…I-I…hurt myself earlier…" He cried in desperation.
Petunia smirked at the child. She had been teased when she was younger about how her feet had smelled, the irony of her name had not been lost on the children, neither was the fact that her feet smelt more akin to rancid vinegar than a flower, she'd felt so self-conscious about them she didn't take her shoes off outside of her room until she was in her late teens. But now she was grateful for her stinky feet.
"You're lying to me." Harry froze. "I know why you grimaced like that, you don't like your Aunt's feet."
"N-No…" Harry began.
"Don't lie to me." Harry felt his heart pounding within his chest, he gulped. "Hmm well if I am wrong then go ahead and prove it, smell my shoe and tell me how much you love it."
Harry paled at the command; he knew his situation would get even worse if he didn't obey. His Aunt released him, causing the small boy to fall on his tiny butt, wincing in pain but holding back his grunt.
"Sniff it." Petunia pressed.
Harry shakily picked up the worn flat; sections of the sole had been worn away by his aunt's foot sweat, worn away. He slowly rotated it in his hand, the shoe itself at least three times the size of his tiny hands, he slowly moved the opening of the shoe close to his face.
He took a light sniff, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes watering as the rancid stench infiltrated his tiny nose, his hands becoming tiny fists as he tried to stop himself from bursting into a fit of coughs. It was like mouldy cheese dipped in vinegar.
"Do you like it boy? DO you like it you little freak? Hmm are you a little foot freak?" Petunia sneered, a tight scowl upon her face, her eyes narrowed, Harry flinched, wishing to be in his cupboard so he could curl into a tight ball in his cot and hide.
"N-No m-ma'am…please I-I-I'll be good…I'm sor-sorry I-I ins-insulted you." Harry cried, tears sliding down his cheeks.
"Like you'll ever be good you disgusting freak! Go on keep sniffing, sniff louder and harder!"
Harry wished he could run away but where could he go? And even if he tried his aunt would catch him before he reached the door and got into the hallway. And he knew if he tried things would get even worse for him, the beating he would receive if he tried to run away, followed by the…he shuddered…the starvation he doubted he would survive. He flinched at the thought of starving to death in the cupboard under the stairs he quickly obeyed his Aunt Petunia.
Squeezing his eyes shut he pressed the opening of the flat against his face. He sniffed loudly, the horrid stench filling his nose, his head, his lungs, he gasped and began to cough violently, his vision blurring as his eyes filled with water, her stomach churning as it tried to throw up none existent food, double over he began choking, holding the shoe against his stomach, rocking in place.
His cruel aunt laughed at the pathetic site of her malnourished nephew coughed violently after smelling her stinky shoes, she actually felt a swell of pride at the display.
"Keep sniffing freak!" Petunia laughed.
Harry pressed the shoe back against his face and resumed forcefully sniffing the rancid shoe, his chest starting to ache as he was forced to inhale the semi-toxic fumes of the worn, still warm flat. His aunt continuing to laugh until he started to sway, still paling, threatening to faint.
"Enough put my shoes down boy." For once Harry felt relieved to hear his aunt's shrill voice, he pulled the shoe away from his face, leaving a faint outline of the shoe opening forged by the grime that decorated the opening.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry answered as he lightly swayed, hoping his aunt would let him resume his chores.
"So you think my feet are stinky? Well little freak I guess you'll have to fix that and clean the smell off them with that freakish tongue of yours, it's about the only use for it anyway." Petunia extended her mature sweaty sole towards her nephew.
Harry inched back, feeling truly sick as he eyed the sweat coated red sole.
"P-P-Please Aunt Petunia…please…I-I'll b-be good…"
"Shut up freak, you should be thanking me I'm allowing you to do this; you should kiss my big toe as thank you! You're worth less than the grime between my sweaty, stinky toes." Petunia scolded.
Harry flinched and found himself inching closer to the mature foot, the horrid stench growing stronger the closer he got.
"That's right, kneel down, freaks like you should bow down before their superiors." Harry fully kneeled before her, the sweaty sole inches from his face. "You thought my shoes smelt strong, wait until you get a taste of my bare feet." Petunia gloated.
"Stick out your tongue." She instructed with a smug expression, why hadn't she thought of this before?
Whimpering Harry reluctantly obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut again.
"Opening your eyes boy! And lick my foot!" Petunia spat. Harry flinched, shakily opening his eyes and moving his face forward until the tip of his small tongue touched down against the middle of the putrid sole, his taste buds violated by the salty 'flavour'. It was far worse than the horrid stench, acidic, vinegary tastes assaulting his developing tongue. His eyes fought to close tightly his hands balled into fists on his knees at the repulsive taste. His expression enticing another burst of laughter from his aunt, encouraging her to push her foot forward, until it was firmly pressed against his face, hiding it almost completely beneath her sweaty sole, her toes casually spreading over his face and wiggling against his messy hair.
"What's wrong boy, my foot not as delicious as you hoped? Where's my thank you for this honour boy?" Petunia pushed smugly, her eyes dancing with excitement, pulling her foot back to reveal her nephew's now foot sweat covered face, his black hair clinging to his forehead by through her foot sweat.
"Th-Thank you." Harry stammered, pushing himself closer and bestowing a kiss upon his aunt's big toe, shivering in disgust as he felt the toe sweat coat his lips, her toenail pressing into the ridge of his upper lip.
Petunia pushed her foot forward, her big popping into her nephew's mouth, the boy's face once again scrunching in disgust, she wiggled her big toe in his mouth, poking his tongue with it, it felt exhilarating to do this to her freakish nephew.
"Looks like we've finally found something you're truly good for, cleaning my sweaty feet." Petunia laughed, Harry paled at the thought, she removed her toe from his mouth. "Remove my other shoe boy, kiss it and thank me for this honour."
Harry timidly moved his sweat covered face towards the shoed foot, pursing his lips he kissed the tip before sliding the second shoe off her bare foot, Petunia wiggled her toes, wafting her cheesy, vinegary stench towards her nephew, loving how he shivered in disgust.
"You better find a way to love the smell of my stinky feet boy, because this is going to be your newest chore, pampering them." She laughed, pressing now bare foot against his face before swiftly pulling it back. "Lie down foot boy." She smirked, Harry gulped as he laid down at the foot of her chair, his aunt then proceeded to place her right foot atop his small face, covering his mouth and chin while the side of her foot pressed against his nose, forcing him to inhale her foot stink before placing the her left atop the top of his legs. She proceeded to lightly grind her foot against his face, wiping her foot sweat off on him.
"You make a good footstool." She chuckled. "Now you're going to stay here and lick my feet, when Vernon and Dudley get home I might let you up so Vernon can punish you for not completing your chores or I may share with them my latest use for freaks like you." She smirked as felt the boy start to shake under her sweaty feet.
"Now start licking boy, you're not on a break." Petunia scolded, applying additional pressure to the boy's head beneath her hot sole until she felt his tiny tongue start lashing at her salty sole, licking it, she felt pleasurable shivers, made all the more pleasurable at the knowledge it was her perfect sister's son beneath her feet, licking them.
Harry's heart filled with dread as he thought of what the future held for him.
"And from now on boy you are to lick my shoes clean, inside and out, if you're good I might even let you clean a couple pairs while you're in that cupboard of yours, actually do something with all that time you waste in there, you pathetic free loader." Petunia continued as she laid back, her eyes closing as she began to relax as her nephew continued to act as her footstool, smelling and licking her feet as she began thinking up of new ways to torture him with this new development.
A/N This was uploaded with the permission of the original writer Carl from from the interactive story Harry Potter Femdom, I seriously recommend you checking more by this author if you liked this oneshot.