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Superman's greatest arch enemy, Doomsday can be very scary and threatening. But boy, do I have a bizarre story to tell you...... It began with this.....
I was walking home from my cousins' house that day. When I got into my house, I became hungry and I decided to cook some frozen pizza. While I was waiting for my pizza to be done, I turned on my Xbox and play Injustice: Gods Among Us. I would always play as Doomsday because he's my favorite DC villian. I think he's bad ass. As a matter of fact, I have a strange and overwhelming dark fantasies about him. Weird as it may be, I have a major foot fetish for Doomsday's feet. Nothing would please me more than to feel his soles stomping onto my chest. The ball of his foot pressing my hard. I would do anything to his feet if he doesn't kill me first. Time went by so quick that I forgot that my pizza is cooking. Luckily, I remembered and I quickly prevent it from burning. After I cut the pizza into slices, I continue to play as Doomsday while eating my pizza slice.
Hours have passed and it became night. After I got done playing Injustice, I became very tired and head for bed. During the time, I begin to have a dream about Doomsday. I was standing in the middle of the street, watching the buildings crumble and burning in flames. People were running in fear, panicking and screaming on top of their lungs. I didn't know what was going on until that one man screamed out to me saying, "Hey, kid! Look out!!!" I turned around to notice that a huge figure was standing right there, towering over me. That monstrous figure was Doomsday. Before I can't do anything, he pound me with his fist and the nightmare ended.
I woke up panting in sweat. My heart ached for seeing him in my dreams. I went to the restroom to splash myself with cold water. Then I went to get a glass of cold water to drink. Suddenly, a loud thump thundered from my room. That sound startled me. I crept up to the side of the wall, peeking through the halfway opened door. I saw a huge figure sitting at the edge of my bed. His skin is a greyish blue color. Complete with crystal-like spikes on his chest, shoulders, head, arms and even on his legs. His eyes as red as the devils skin. And mostly, he is in my house. It was Doomsday himself. My raced as I begin to panic. When I peeked in my room again, he was nowhere to be seen. Just when I thought I was safe, how wrong I was. I suddenly felt a warm rocky body right behind me. I turned around and find that Doomsday was right there, towering over me like he did in my dream. My body froze with fear and I couldn't move nor I tried to scream. Before I knew it, Doomsday grabbed me with his bare hand and dragged my into my room.
He threw me on my bed. I tried to move but he pinned me down. He is so strong, I can't escape his mighty grasp. Just as when I accepted my fate, Doomsday lets me go. Then he turns to take a glimpse of my desktop on my laptop. A picture I drew from art class, of Doomsday. He is tied up in chains, spread eagle on a comfortable table, getting his big feet play with. Fear was shown on my face as Doomsday turns to me and uttered out his monstrous words.
"Did you draw that?" Doomsday asked. I nodded in fear, not knowing how will he reacted to the answer. Doomsday crept closer to me until he is in my face. "You like my feet. Do you not?" He asked me again. I nodded in a quick response. I thought he was going to kill me for it but to my surprise, he didn't. Instead, he gently lie me on my on my beanbag next to my bed. Then, he left his big foot and put it on my chest. That overwhelming feeling hits me as Doomsday rubs his sole on my torso and sticks it in my face. "Well then. You're going to love them." said Doomsday, folding his arms. "Trust me. Now do it."
Without hesitation, I immediately grab hold of his ankle and began worshipping the monster's big smelly foot. My imagination went into overdrive as I glide my tongue up and down his big sole. Doomsday moans like a ferocious beast that he is. Shockingly, he likes it. Who knew that Superman's greatest arch foe would be aroused to something like this.
My tongue hit the spot of his sole and It made Doomsday start to giggle a bit. I glide my tongue to that same spot again and he went from giggles to a slight chuckle. Then suddenly, a wild idea pops in my head. I used my fingers to touch his sole lightly, stroking playfully on the spot. Doomsday's toes twitched, he tilted his head consistently and his slightly chuckles becomes an uncontrollable laughter. That moment throughout the entire time, I began to tickle Doomsday's foot.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha he he he he heh!!! It tickles!!" cried Doomsday as he grips the edge of my bed. I tickled over the top and underneath his twitching toes. Doomsday lets out a burst of laughter. He can overcome almost anything, except being tickled.
I grabbed his other leg and tickled his left foot. As much as Doomsday can't stand it, his pride got the better of him. "Is......that.....the.....best...you.....can.....do?...." taunted Doomsday as he continues laughing. I ankle-lock both of his legs and tickled his big muscular size 15 feet. That made Doomsday lose his mind.
"IT TICKLES WAY TOO BAD!!!!" Doomsday screamed with laughter. He laughed so hard and loud that everyone in the neighborhood could've heard him. But luckily, they haven't. I'm having way too much fun tickling Doomsday's bare feet. But I'm not done with him yet. Just you wait.
No, this is not a dream. This actually happened to me. I have so many deep dark fantasies about Doomsday's feet and this is a fantasy come true. I'm actually tickling Doomsday's feet.
Written by TEB/VEZ
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