Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Loving Hamster Title: Small and barefoot at the supermarket Part: Chapter 2 Universe: Radyklur series Summary: Radyklur is going barefoot to the supermarket and things get dirty Language: English ***************** SMALL AND BAREFOOT AT THE SUPERMARKET 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 ****************** Chapter 2: This story and the characters, including the narrator, are fictional. This is The follow-up of "Barefoot, naked, small and smiling". Check this story first if you have the time. Radyklur is my boyfriend. He is 87 years old but looks like a boy of 7. Three years ago Radyklur, who was an old man condemned to death by lung cancer, underwent a "Melting and Reshaping" process that provided him with a renewed body, but leaving all his mental faculties and memories intact (see Chapter 1). Today we have been shopping at the sports store, buying walking shoes and socks and sunglasses all this fashion stuff you inclined to buy in such a sunny day. However as we were on a hot day in June and we would not depart for the great walk until a few more days, Radyklur stayed barefoot in his sandals, black with a blue sponge lining. He also wore bright blue sponge boxer shorts, without underwear, and an excellent thick cotton white T-shirt. His black slightly curled hair, well trimmed, were glistening a bit because it was a hot day. While we were packing our stuff in the trunk of my car, he asked: "We should go to the supermarket now, maybe?" in his cute childish voice. He had put a finger on his lips, and took an innocent interrogative stance. In the first three years of being a cuty (such reshaped people were called that nickname by the public), he had admirably trained to mimic the expressions of a real kid in his best moments. "Yes, my little honeybun" I admitted. "We need a few things". Radyklur hopped his 25.5 kg on the backseat, equipped with a supplementary seat to suit his small size, and put his seatbelt on. He frowned for an instant when looking at the tattoo at his inner left wrist. A symbol was there in plain view, which indicated his nature as a reshaped person, or a cutie. This was a legal requirement to prevent such a person of mixing up with real children and pretend to be a real kid, with subversive intentions. While this was understandable, Radyklur did not like it, because it was a symbol of mistrust and undue suspicion, when considering his very honorable background. At the dojo he trained with real kids at judo and was well appreciated by everyone. He was not the strongest of his class and two 8 years old kids wore already the orange belt, while Radyklur was still in yellow. "Man it's hot today" he commented while I started the car. I wish I could go naked. We were in a busy city area, so I answered: "Probably not the greatest of ideas right now, but I do not see why you could not go barefoot..." "Sure ..." I heard the hook-and-loop fasteners unfastened and the sandals fall heavily on the car floor. "Com'on, bring the fresh air!" I started the air conditioning. "Colder!" "No honey, you will fall ill again." He made me a perfect face of dissatisfied spoilt child, I laughed, and he let out a laugh too. I parked the car, and we went on foot through the parking. As usual I looked at his small bare feet walking on the a-bit-less than-reasonably dirty pavement and I nearly banged my head on a pole. He laughed tenderly and took my hand to guide me. By the time we reached the shopping cart park I knew his soles were black with car soot, and I had a hard-on. By chance they were no one around while I was pulling the cart out of its row. "Time for a thing to come out!" he said. "Not NOW", I whispered. "No problem, you put me sitting in the cart and my feet will be just at the right place." "No honey, it will be a mess. No." "Ok then, let you suffer for half an hour. Tighten you belt." We went into the supermarket. For a while I focused on the list and I was just filling the cart. Radyklur went for a walk, out of my sight most of the time. He knew when it was appropriate to release pressure on my senses. But just knowing him walking around barefoot on the tiled floor of this public place was a thrilling experience. Suddenly I heard angry female voices at the next row. My heart sank when I recognized the horrible Sisters of the Holy Classical Redemption and Purification. They were insulting my friend just a few paces from me, to the other side of the soft drinks row in which I was shopping. I pushed my cart angrily to the other side... I reached in my pocket for the small device that was always there and switched it on. "You have no decency!" cried one. "Shame on you, old man!" added the second. "Your soulless carcass will rot in hell!" spitted the first. "Sisters, I will ask you to go away now." I said composedly. "Ahhh this is Mr Paedophile, I suppose." unleashed the second. "Sisters, this is a defamatory claim. I am recording this conversation. I ask you politely again: leave him alone." and I showed them the voice recording device out of my pocket. They grumbled and left. Radyklur was motionless and speechless. "You ok?" I asked. He leapt into my arms and started weeping. A few onlookers had gathered. Radyklur was still weeping in my arms when an security agent from the supermarket came by and said bluntly: "Sir, you cannot be barefoot in here, would you go out or put your shoes on..." "Wait a minute", said a young lady, "Why is this?". I saw two barefoot kids running in front of you five minutes ago and you said nothing..." "No miss, I do not think so. Well, anyway, this is no kid. Get out of here!" he said angrily, pointing at Radyklur with his meaty finger. The "miss" removed her shoes instantly and put them defiantly in her cart; A group of boy scouts, who were watching too, started to unlace their big shoes and were barefoot in an instant. A kaleidoscope of shapes and toes and teenager feet forms banged into my head like a hammer of heaven. I nearly fainted, but instead clutched my cart in support. The barefoot boy scouts pushed proudly their cart full of socks and shoes all way around the supermarket singing and laughing. The security guard ran away, defeated. We quickly finished shopping and headed to the check out. As we were putting the stuff on the counter the two Sisters were leaving, to the other side of the register. Suddenly Radyklur leapt standing on the counter and started to scream at them waving his fist: "GO IN HELL, VAN HELSING!!". There was no mistake: this was the warning of the strong man inside. The Sisters fled the scene. While I pushed the shopping cart to the farthest corner of the parking, away from peering eyes, Radyklur, who was deliberately sitting in the cart, his legs hanging and facing me, opened my zip and, in less than a minute, made a terrible mess. Another minute later, he was unloading the cart alone, his feet still gliding in half of the mess sticking to them, while I was under shock sitting on the driver seat, the other half of the mess still on my underwear and cock. Then he spread his half of my mess further on the tarmac of the parking lot when driving the empty shopping cart back into the row, until his feet were dry again, smeared "only" with car soot and a little remain of supermarket dust. He came back, sat on the passenger seat, turned towards me, put his blackened soles on my lap, crossed his arms, wriggled his toes and said: "Satisfied!". I knew he spoke for both of us. THE END - for now If you like this story please give feedback so I'm motivated to write more. 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