Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Loving Hamster Title: Barefoot, naked, small and smiling Part: Complete story Universe: lone story Summary: A lonely man meets the perfect body, and a impish spirit in it. Language: English ***************** BAREFOOT, NAKED, SMALL AND SMILING Do not remove or modify this disclaimer and copyright notice. Please read carefully. (c) by Loving Hamster All rights reserved Copying, distributing, modifying, republishing or reposting this story is not allowed. You must prevent this file to be seen by people under the age of 21 years old, this includes any link or reference you may make that must not be available to underage people. Check the themes below to see if this story is legal in your country. You must be 21 years old or older to read this story. Themes: male homosexuality, foot fetishism, body modification All characters depicted in the story are adults. However, one of them looks much younger due to body modification (a science-fiction story, thus the ScFi, Mb and MM codes). Date: May 2017, version 1.0 The story and the characters, including the narrator, are fictional. Don't have unprotected sex in real life because you can get very ill and catch incurable diseases. STORY CODES: Mb, MM, ScFi, feet, rom ****************** Radyklur is my boyfriend. He is 87 years old, but 3 years ago he underwent a transformation that modified his body to look like a 7 years-old boy, permanently. He does not age anymore. The doctor calls him a 87-84-7, because he is 87, underwent transformation at 84, and looks like 7 (according to the dental record made after his treatment). He is white, has black curled hair, dark brown eyes, he is medium built (26 kg, rather muscular, not skinny, but not overweight). He is slightly taller than average for X-X-7 persons, very pale white skin (he has not been exposed to sunlight this year yet). I will probably do the same one day. But for now I am just 30 years old and enjoy good health. In this morning of June, we were getting out of the appartment to prepare our first real excursion after a 8-months nearly continous video games marathon. In the bathroom I had spent half an hour applying suncream to his perfect smooth body, including a perfectly round butt and a cone-shaped uncut penis barely 4 cm long, with two tightly-packed small testicles that could barely move in their undersized bags. Three years ago Radyklur had been an very old man with a start of Alzheimer, arthritis and a lung cancer. I paid for his treatment at 700,000 $. It is useless to say how happy he is now. Even if I somewhat bought our relationship, he seems to endlessly reward me with his attention. We are made for each other, after all, and I made the right bet. I had chosen him by looking at a photograph in a newspaper: the family of an old man was looking for donations because he had lung cancer. The man was 84 years old. He was in terrible pain and he would not last another season. He was also a renown nuclear physicist and had earned large sums of money but had lost everything in divorces and gambling, and at 84 years old he was living in misery. Therefore he could no afford any advanced treatment. Besides, at his age, he was not considered as priority for subsidized medication. But there was a photograph of him in the newspaper - of him at the age of 7. I fell immediately in love with his pale face, dark eyes and black -slightly- curled hair. I had won money from an inheritance and had 693,000 $ on my bank account. I borrowed 10,000 $ more and, instead of donating 25000 $ for the treatment of his cancer, I proposed him to be "MELTED and RESHAPED", i.e. to be melted away, keeping all his memories and most of his brain intact, and his body rebuild to appear young again, at an age of his choice. While the memories and former education was completely untouched, the brain was ready again to absorb more knowledge, and was immune to most known diseases such as Alzheimer. This technology was made available to the public recently and was still very expensive, at the cost of 700,000 $. He argued that I should instead donate to the cancer foundation to allow a better treatment for real children who have cancer. I replied that he was a renown nuclear engineer and pionneer of the nuclear "finetriation", a clean energy for electric power production, and that if he was allowed to continue to work he could generate a lot of money and donate as much as he wanted to the cancer foundation. Besides, I was just a clerk in a financial company and I would not be a very efficient donator in my own life. He smiled and asked me for my real motivation. I told him the truth. He smiled again and said: "Then I will be reshaped in my 7-years old form, so you can admire me more closely." It was the happiest day of my life so far. He went through. This operation had 10 % fatality rate and was not to be taken lightly. At some point, while he was melting in the jar, I wondered if I took a wise decision. Probably the guy would fly away in his new body and resume his former life with a brilliant career and a succession of wives. Once reshaped as a 7-years old body, he could, if he chooses so, restart growing at a normal rate at will with the proper medication. Probably I would be left alone with a Thank you and a tap in the back, poor forever and being the fall guy. After all he was in great pain and could have said anything to save himself. But somehow I knew that the face I saw in the newspaper was not of the laughing or cheating type. It was the love of my lifetime, I was sure of it. He survived, and was melted and reshaped as planned. I entered with anxiety in the hospital room where he was recovering from the terrible ordeal. His face was still yellow - a side effect - but it was definitely him, the same as in the photograph, the same as he was 77 years earlier. He took my hand and said in a cute childish voice, still croaking and bubbling from the jar fluids that were still in his body "I will come for you. I will make a few arrangements in my former life and recover my job, and then I will come to live with you in a few weeks. I promise." My legs were shaking when I left. I borrowed more money and refurbished the kitchen and every room in my home that was not too neat. I just left the walls bare. I wished he would tell me what colour he preferred for the walls. He did not fail me. He called me eventually and went to my appartment. He had a neat costume with a tie. He looked... well... this was awkward. My first thought was, even before greeting him, to change his clothes for short pants, a T-shirt and sandals, just like a kid. But he was no kid. The first ten minutes were the most embarrassing ever. I did not know what to say. And him neither. A cup of tea? A subject of conversation? Buillshit! This is not what I wanted. Suddenly he walked to me and hugged me hard. He started to cry. "Thank you, thank you...." he said softly. "I was in such pain.... the pain....". I hugged him for a long while. "I love you" was my only answer. Then it was time to be assertive, I just said "You do not mind if I remove your tie, I am not your business partner you know..." "Would it please you if I was naked?" he asked. I was shocked. But I remembered how intelligent he was. He would have figured out all my motivation and decoded it well before he came by. - Of course, I would be pleased! But.. - But what? - I do not wish to embarrass you. I am not a woman after all, and I know you have been married.... - You get naked too -he said- so that makes the two of us! - he smiled impishly. He did as he said, and I did too, and he was soon standing completely naked on the kitchen table. As I said, he was slightly heavy for a X-X-7, but not because he was fat. he was athletic, with just enough fat under the skin to smooth the bony angles. I suspected he was of normal size, but maybe 2 to 4 kg heavier than the average. I wished I had a weighting scale to check on this. I wished to measure and evaluate every characteristic of his wonderful body. As I finished undressing myself, sporting a massive erection which was, as my new friend promised, most embarrassing, I fixed with passion his small genitals. The 84 years-old cutie (a nickname given to such a person at that time) had a small rosebud for a penis, cone-shaped and short, barely more than a single inch, inclined 40° below the horizontal. It was, of course, uncut. The reshaping ordeal would erase any previous injury or disease the previous body was afflicted of. It was a true miracle of medecine, so gigantic that it was barely medecine at all. His testicles were very small too, and so tight! They were barely as big as hazelnuts, and the ball sacks were elongated but not hanging, just pressed flat against the bulk of his body, leaving not enough space for the testicles to move inside. They were slightly and regularly wrinkled. His foreskin was big enough to cover the glans completely. The glans composed more than three quarters of the volume of his dick and also two-thirds of the length. The tip of the foreskin was barely pink, just pale as the rest of him. It was wet with a cristal-clear drop of liquid half-hanging from it, but was it urine or water something else I could not tell. Of course I looked at his feet too. they were rather wide, but not too much, and of normal length.The second toe was justas long as the big one. like the rest of his body, they were muscular with a thin layer of fat. His toenails were very clean and in good shape, short-trimmed. I kneeled before him, my mouth at the height his feet. - My love, my perfect creation of nature - I said - let me worship you, I beg you, let me kiss your feet! - You may - he answered simply. I kissed his feet. they were cool to my lips. They smelled of nothing else than the fresh and delicious aroma of personal smell, his own bodily odour and very identity, that even a melting and reshaping could never alter. I could feel the heat of his blood when my lips encountered the very slight bulge of a subcutaneous vein. He was radiating health and life. I made only dry kisses, as I would not dare to ruin the delicate smell with my brute saliva. He lifted his right foot so I could see his sole. The skin there was slightly more red or yellow, but barely. It was smooth and delicate, unchallenged yet by the hardship of too much walking. The skin under his foot was also colder, and the smell more rude but still very light. As I kissed his foot, he started to laugh because of the tickling. I invited him to sit on the table so he would not fall. But doing so, he incidentally touched my own big penis with his delicate feet. I recoiled, holding my dick, as the touch was a brutal sensation of savage pleasure, and I would quickly come if it was not stopped. With a grave and ceremonial expression on his face, he indicated me to sit on a chair, and he administered me a complete and thorough footjob, rubbing my rude dick with his very sensitive and delicate feet. The pleasure was so sharp that I could not prevent myself from braying like a mad donkey. I grabbed his ankles while he agitated his toes around my glans to finish the job. Soon my sperm was all over his feet, legs and on the pavement. I breathed hard, and a feeling of deep joy and shame engulfed me, as I had lost my senses completely and finally, after 17 years of total abstinence, so far completely virgin and innocent, I abandoned myself to my lust without a thought. The cutie put a hand on my hair and said - You are a good worshipper, my friend. very good indeed! - So you do not mind I am a man? - I asked - It does not matter really. You see, most of my family and my former friends frowned upon my decision to become a X-X-7. But you, you know the value of it, you know I have the perfect body. I am not gay, but I am tired of women. Now I wish to make love with myself, and I wish you to help me. I am sorry I have no attraction to your vulgar - sorry to say - man body, it is all about me. I tell you this because if it not acceptable to you, I don't wish to make you think I am gay and give you the false hope we may have a normal couple relationship. I was gaping, speechless. All the time he was hugging me, speaking softly, caressing my hair. So -I asked - What am I to you, exactly? - You are my worshipper, my domestic slave, my friend, my companion, and the one who ejaculates on me two or three times a day to prove how much I am beautiful. Does that suit you? - Well, I have expectations too - I protested. - I hoped it. - First, I have a large series of sexual fantasies to be satisfied... - Agreed. Of course. - he paused for a few seconds - No cannibalism or sadism though... Next. - Second, I wish you to maintain your body in good shape. You must train.... I guess... at least 6 hours a week at three different sports would be ok. He smiled. Pensively. - I had never made any sport in my entire life! - he exclaimed. - Well you won't escape this. I don't want you to take a single pound of weight. I will buy an accurate bathroom scale and will monitor your progress at every sport you practice. I wish you to be in good shape for my worshipping, I will not worship a pile of fat! - I said with a pretense of serious bargaining. - Would it be 6 hours for each of the three sports of 6 hours in total? - he mused. - 6 hours in total, but it is a minimum. - Mmmmmmh, very well. Close you eyes. I did. I received sweet kiss in the neck, sealing our deal. This was three years ago. Now we were walking in the street, under the sun, he was as promised just as perfect as the first day. To be accurate, he lost 635 g in total since we weighted him on the second day. We walked holding hands. He wore black sandals with blue sponge lining and inner sole, without socks. Bright blue sponge cotton short pants, without underwear, and a single white T-shirt of excellent quality. We were going to the sports store, as we did often. He was practicing judo, tennis and swimming on a regular basis, and now we decided to go on hiking next week. Therefore we were going to buy us walking shoes and socks and maybe a few accessories. I looked at him and he hugged my arm tenderly. Last night he told me that he loved me, and that he regretted to have considered me as a domestic slave. THE END - for now If you like this story please give feedback so I'm motivated to write more. 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