THE LITTLE ROOM IN THE BASEMENT BY RAM Brandon was seventeen. He had two step-sisters, Lisa who was eighteen and Ami who was fifteen. He always did think that his step-mother was a little eccentric but he had no idea to what extent. He had always found his mother and sisters attractive but they acted like he didn't exist. Brandon had always wondered why there where miniature clothes lying around the house and why his step-mother had always told him to stay out of that little room in the basement. It had such a big padlock on its door that he couldn't help but be eaten up with curiosity. Brandon never did like his stepmother much, she was so demanding. She treated him different then his step-sisters; they were her daughters but he wasn't her son and he could sure see the difference in the way she acted towards them. He just wished his father was around more, but since he was an airline pilot he was gone most of the time and it was at those times that his step-mother Ann was her meanest. He never imagined that when he found the miniature pair of pants on the floor in the bathroom that he would soon know exactly where they came from. He didn't even say anything, he just carried the pants out of the bathroom studying them carefully. But when his step-mother saw him with them she completely lost it. "You just can't contain your curiosity can you? Well fine, lets you and I go see what I keep in the little room in the basement!" And with that she grabbed Brandon by the ear and roughly hauled him downstairs. Before he knew it she had the big padlock off the door and he and she were standing smack dab in the middle of the only room that was off limits in the whole house. Only Brandon couldn't believe what met his eyes when he looked around. Laying all around the room on tabletops in little glass boxes with holes in the top where what looked like little two-inch male dolls. Only these dolls where moving and shouting for help with what sounded more like squeaks than voices. He was horrified by it all. "Now you see what I do in this room," his mother yelled, "and now that you've seen it I have only one thing I can do with you now." That said she grabbed Brandon forcefully and pushed him screaming and kicking into what could only be compared to a phone booth on the far side of the room. And once she had him inside and the door locked she moved to a large lever sticking out of the wall and - WHAM - Brandon saw a bright flash, heard a loud bang and passed out. When he awoke he didn't want to believe what he saw. Nevertheless, he found himself in one of the very glass prisons that he had seen the 'dolls' not long before. And soon his step-mother was there with an evil grin on her face to get him out. "You know I've noticed you staring at me lustfully in the past," she said, "and I know about your foot fetish. Well now you're going to get more foot than you ever bargained for." She grabbed him then along with one of the other 'prisoners' and carried them both upstairs. Never would he have thought it possible to be small enough to be carried in a hand, yet it was happening and it was undeniably real. When they got upstairs, Ann carried them into the living room where she sat down on the couch. She then put Brandon on the floor and the other unfortunate being on the coffee table. She didn't worry about him much, after all, the coffee table was far too tall for him to escape from. So she turned her attention to Brandon. Once he hit the floor the only thought he had was of escape and he began running for all he was worth. But because of the thick carpet and his small size he wasn't making much progress Nevertheless, when Ann saw him running she quickly removed her black nylon-clad foot from her expensive black sling-back and placed it arched over his tiny body. All he could see then was the immense underside of his step-mother's beautiful foot. He couldn't help but notice the exquisite detail of her sole and was still for a moment just enjoying what he saw. But he was quickly jarred from his reverie when his mother lowered her foot onto his small, naked body. Suddenly his whole world was his step-mothers incredible foot. Often he had thought about all the things he would liked to have done to this foot that completely covered him now. He really shouldn't have been surprised then when he found himself aroused by what was happening. Slowly, she rolled him under her foot, back and forth. the whole while talking softly to him. He could feel the semi-rough texture of the nylons against his bare skin and was enjoying it quite immensely. "There now, isn't that nice?" He didn't answer but. couldn't help but think yes, yes, yes. But just as quickly as this wonderful experience had started it turned into something that wasn't quite as fun. His step-mother began rolling him faster and harder under her foot and the carpet began digging into his skin. Slowly she applied more and more pressure and this was quickly becoming something that Brandon wanted no part of. But suddenly it was over. His mother stopped and with more toe dexterity that Brandon though she could possibly have, she moved her foot and scooped him up between her big and second toe. It was like being in a hydraulic vice and it got even worse as she began to flex and unflex her toes. The nylons she was wearing began chaffing his skin horribly and when he looked up at her he could see that she wasn't even looking at him. She had her head laid back on the back of the couch, eyes closed and she was fingering herself while she moaned. The pressure continued to increase and he found that soon he couldn't breath and felt as though his insides would surely come out soon. But just as he was certain it was over for him, his mother climaxed and then looked down at him. And with an approving look in her eye she spoke. "Yes, I think you'll make a nice addition to my collection. But I must show you what happens to those who fail to please me. With that she grabbed him in her hand and then grabbed the man on the top of the coffee table with her other hand. She lowered the little man kicking and screaming the entire way down to her foot. Once there, she arched her foot so that there was a space between the bottom of her foot and the sole of her shoe. Slowly, and with a lot of enjoyment, she forced her unfortunate prisoner into the little space that she had just made between her foot and her shoe and trapped him there by lowering her foot slightly. Then she lowered Brandon to the level where he could have a perfect view of what was coming next. His step-mother then began increasing the pressure she had on her little prisoner and he could tell by the contorted looks he had on his face that it was truly painful. But Brandon couldn't help but wonder and almost hope that he would find out what it was like one day. The crush of the nylon on one side and the slick feel of the sweaty shoe sole on the other and the smell of sweat, leather, and nylon everywhere. It couldn't be all that bad. The pressure continued to increase and increase until finally the little man just kind of blew up. Guts and blood flew out all sides of her shoe and the instant it happened he looked at his mother and saw her lick her lips while she let out a low moan. What a mess she had made, but now he understood why she had insisted on deep red carpet in the living room and would accept nothing else. Once she was done she brought Brandon very close to her face and spoke again. "See, my feet are very sensitive and even light touches on them really turns me on. But nothing turns me on more than the feel of two little hands pushing on the bottom of my foot as though they could really move it. Or when they pound on the top of my foot while I've got them squeezed between my toes. But their pounding loses a lot of its strength when I squeeze harder. I absolutely love the power of controlling so many men. My little man collection. Welcome to my collection 'son'. Now you get to go through initiation. You're going to spend an entire week in a pair of nylons that I wore for two. And if you get thirsty you can drink the sweat from them and if you get hungry you can pick the little pieces of food that got embedded in them while I was walking around bare-footed in them." She then stood up after putting Brandon on the top of the coffee table, and ceremoniously took one of her stockings off. She made sure lots of leg showed while doing so and once again Brandon had to fight the urge to be aroused. Then she picked him up and dropped him into it. Slowly she raised it and little by little he tumbled down until eventually he was at its toe, and the smell there was overpowering. She then picked up the hose and walked upstairs to the master bedroom's bathroom, swinging the nylon back and forth as she walked. Once there she tied the nylon to the shower curtain rod and spoke. "Well my little man, mommy must go now. She has things to do and people to see. I'll be gone for a week but you should be safe here. Until then enjoy." She left then blowing him a kiss that left his little nylon cage swaying. He stayed there trapped in his little prison for two days wondering what his future held. But on the third day life took another interesting turn. He was half asleep when he was awoken abruptly. The bathroom door opened with a loud bang and he younger sister Ami stepped in. She was looking back out the door and Brandon could hear her yell, "Fine, stay in the bathroom all day if you want Lisa, I'll just use Mom and Dad's bathroom. When she turned around and saw Brandon suspended from the shower curtain rod, she shook her head not believing what she had just seen. But when she opened her eyes and saw that he was still there she got a look on her face that scared him. "Well, I see that you were brought down to the size that you were always meant to be. A size very convenient to handle." She began untying the nylon as she spoke and once done she emptied him out onto the sink and knelt to look at him eye to eye. "Well, well, well big brother, what can I do with you?" Suddenly a light bulb seemed to go on above her head and she said, "I know you always did want to be on the swim team at school, well now's your chance." With that she scooped him up in her hand and the next thing he knew dropped him into the toilet and then sat down on it. What happened next was easily the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to him. As he paddled around the toilet he was assailed by his sister's warm piss as it came cascading down upon him. He tried to breath and only ended up choking on it. It was very acidic tasting and it stung his eyes and Brandon began to wonder if it would ever stop. Finally it did and once again he could see his sister's face over the rim of the toilet seat. "Having a good time brother? Well try this on for size." Brandon nearly passed out from fright at what happened next. Ami reached up and made as though she were going to flush the toilet. But when she saw how frightened her brother had become she spoke again. "Don't worry big -er- should I say very little brother, I was just kidding." She then retrieved him from the toilet with a fishnet and rinsed him off in the sink. Soon there was a knock on the bathroom door and Brandon could hear his sister Lisa outside. "Come on Ami lets go. What's taking you so long?" "Come on in here and see what I found. You're never gonna believe it." replied Ami. Lisa had about the same reaction to Brandon as Ami had had but got into the swing of things quick enough. "Wow! I can't believe it. Is he real?" With that she reached out and poked him with her finger. Her nail left a large red mark on his belly. "Well brother, I seem to recall that you were being rude and crude just the other day. Why are you at a lose for words now? Lets see, I believe it was my breasts that you were commenting on was it not? Well try this on for size." She then grabbed him and placed him in her bra with his face trapped right against her nipple. She then let her bra snap back into place and pinned him there snugly. "Since you like my breasts so much Brandon you should really have a good time where you're at." Then to Ami, "Come on sis, lets go. Shopping awaits." She left Brandon in her bra all day and the sweat and heat got pretty thick at times. But he could tell his sister was turned on cause her nipple got hard and stayed that way all day. And every so often she would massage the breast he was stuck to and press him roughly into it. When they finally returned home Lisa couldn't take her clothes off fast enough. When Brandon finally emerged from the darkness he could see that she was laying on the bed undulating her hips rhythmically. Quickly she picked him up and began fingering her breast without him on it. Instead she began using him as a dildo - face first. She was thrusting him in and out wildly, bucking and screaming and her feminine discharges where nearly drowning him. The moist flesh of her vagina surrounded him on all sides and he thought that he might die when she climaxed. But when she pulled him out she dropped him onto her bare belly and fell asleep. It was all he could do to control vomiting, he had the taste of his sister's womanhood in his mouth and his hair was ratting as it dried with her cum in it. Finally he lay down and could feel the warmth of her on the side of his face. It was pleasant and so he fell asleep. He was jarred awake later on by his other sister Ami "Wake up little man, I have a job for you." She then lifted him from Lisa's stomach and carried him into her room. "I stayed out longer than Lisa and walked around the mall quite a bit longer and my feet are awfully hot and sweaty. I'm sure they stink horribly. I want you to eat the jam from between my toes and then I want you to lick the rest of both of my feet and if you don't do a good job I just might have to shit on you." That was all Brandon had to hear, so he went right to work when she put him down by her feet. It wasn't that hard to talk him into licking Ami's feet. After all, hers had always been his favorite feet. He had spent hours at a time just admiring their perfection. Although she was right about the smell, it was awful. It took most of his strength to push her toes apart, but he was able to do it and got started right away eating the stuff that was there. It had a unique taste to it, a taste that he didn't find entirely offensive. He didn't have the strength to hold her toes apart as he ate so he just wedged his head in between to hold them apart as he licked and ate. Every now and then she squeezed her toes together and once when he saw stars he thought for sure his head would explode. But it didn't so he just kept at his unpleasant(?) job. Eventually he was done with the stuff between her toes and his entire head was covered with her foot sweat. It was an interesting smell having smells from both of his sisters combined together on him. He then started right away licking her feet. He was tiring fast and running out of saliva, but when he reached her arch, the most perfect arch he had ever seen in his life, he lingered there and got a recharge of energy. Finally he finished, having licked every surface, every crevice and every print on her sole clean and he was happy. Ami had fallen asleep sometime during his work and Brandon was tired as well. He looked around the bed and spied Ami's socks. His heart jumped. He loved it when she wore socks with her heels. Her feet no longer smelled, he had licked them clean but he wanted that smell again so he moved towards the socks. Once there he grabbed their edge and moved into them as though they were a big tent. Just as he suspected the smell was very strong and so he wrapped himself up in it completely and was soon fast asleep. He awake the next day to a rumbling feeling and saw his sisters toes and foot descending on him, before he knew it he was trapped between her foot and her sock. He was positioned between her toes perfectly so that when she stepped down he didn't die, he just got a little pressure. He soon found himself in his sisters tennis shoes while she did her daily aerobics. The temperature in the shoe rose sharply and the smell was overpowering, but Brandon liked it and didn't understand why. Once again he licked her feet clean that night and every night from then on. His sisters did many things to him. They stuck him in every hole of their bodies and made him worship their feet more than anything. At night he slept in their footwear. Brandon was in heaven. But soon his step-mother was home and, once discovering him gone from the nylon prison, immediately began to search for him. She found him in the bottom of one of Lisa's knee-high boots and waited for her girls to return. "I see you found Brandon and let him out of his cage. That's fine, I was worried about how you'd take his new size anyway. But now that you know and we all seem to agree that its a good thing, lets all have a party together." That night Ann, Ami and Lisa went out to dinner dressed to the tee and they took turns keeping him in their panties. He could tell as he went around that something was exciting his mother and sisters. He could smell it and feel it in all of their panties. Eventually they returned home and pulled him out of their panties. He could see then that he was in the living room at home and he stood on the coffee table admiring the beauty of the three in front of him. Ann was wearing black reinforced heel and toe nylons, Ami was wearing white hose and Lisa was bare-footed. While he watched his sisters pulled up two chairs to form a circle with their mother and then they all took their shoes off. Then they put their feet on the ground and farmed a ring which they placed Brandon in the center of. It was an orgy of giant woman feet then, they rolled him between each other's feet. He found his naked body against all of the soles as they played footsie with each other. Six feet all fighting to touch him and he loved it. The smell, the feel, the taste. It was all too much and Brandon came like never before in his life. He knew then that he would like his new life that he had found and he enjoyed every minute of it. --- THE END ---