The sun is just about going to set and Zara had just come home from work at a real estate office about an hour earlier. She now has enough energy for a jog around the neighbourhood.

So she get out of her office blouse and her rather classy skirt. She also removes her high heels, which reveal her bare olive-skinned feet. She stretches out her toes which have been being confined within the tight shoes for many hours at a time. Then without a moment's hesitation she removes her skirt, then she starts to unbutton her blouse but suddenly starts removing her shirt with a couple of the buttons at the bottom still done up. She impatiently rushes to her room and grabs her exercising tights and top which she wastes no time to put on. She then puts on a pair of white gym socks on each foot before putting on her exercise shoes.

As she prepares to head out for her run she sees the setting sun has turned to overcast and it starts to rain. Giving up on the idea of running outdoors, she heads over to the treadmill. She starts on low speed setting, to get into the flow before gradually ramping up the speed and then raising the incline. She continues at this speed until her feet physically could not endure any more running, she was already physically and mentally drained from her full day of work but she now feels the strain in her legs travelling from her well-toned calves which travel upwards. After 25 minutes of constant running high-speed on the treadmill she lowers the speed before switching it off.

Walking off the treadmill slowly, she immediately notice her legs feel wobbly and it's hard to stand straight. She goes back over to the couch and allows her self to collapse right onto it. She then pushes her self up with her arms, adjusting her position so her back is to the the arm rest and she is sitting lengthways along the couch. 

Zara's boyfriend Des comes out of the kitchen, "so dinner's in the oven and should be ready in about 30 minutes" he says. Zara is silent with her eyes closed and breathing deeply. "Babe, you have your shoes on the lounge again". Zara slowly turns her head to look over at him "come over her babe" she says, taking another deep breath "could you remove my shoes for me?". He sighs, "you've been on your feet for extended amounts of time haven't you?" he says, "you know what happens when you keep doing this?". Zara lets out another deep breath "but I enjoyyy it" she moans slightly.

Des walks over to the couch, smiling. Zara suddenly a bit more energetic and upbeat lifts up her legs as he sits down then places her shapely, toned legs onto lap. He unties shoelaces of both feet and loosens them further, making them easier to slide off, he then puts one hand around the ankle of her right foot, already she bit her lip and inhales with her eyes closed. Using his other hand, Des carefully slides off the first shoe, revealing foot covered in a white, sweat-drenched gym sock. He then proceeded to removed the shoe off her left foot slowly but halfway through she impatiently kicked her leg up and the shoe flew off. They both laughed. Her foot flopped about unnaturally loosely as she lowered it back to his lap. He placed his hands around her ankles and position her feet side-by-side on his lap "wow" he laughed " you've really worn yourself out today". Zara smiles then demands "now my socks".

He grabs the end of one sock between his thumb and index finger, he starts to slowly lift it off, once her heel is revealed he yanks it straight off. As soon as the sock is removed she stretches out the toes much wide than she had earlier. Using his fingers, Des holds her pinky toe with one hand and her big toe with his other and pulls each toe to its side of her foot until each toe is bent sideways to an almost 180 degree. Her toes display such incredible flexibility, he then bends them all around. Des seems to know what he's doing because Zara is moaning with great pleasure. He positions the toes to their original position and proceeds to remove her other sock. With both of her bare feet free she scrunches them tightly. So tight that once they release, permanent indentations form in her sole where the toes have touched and her toes back in their resting position have warped slightly from the scrunch. With a seductive look in her eyes she looks into Des' and smirks "now don't hold back".

Making a fist with the knuckle of his middle finger extended, he pushes it into the arch of her right foot making it's first indentation, which was done with little effort. He then repeats the motion all over her sole, making multiple indents into her sole with her moaning each time he dug his knuckle through. Most of the indents are made around the middle part of her foot, the structural integrity of that foot becomes weak as a result then it eventually collapses in his lap. Zara is deriving great pleasure at these sensations while also being completely unfazed (as is Des) at the deformed and misshapen appearance of her feet.

Des grabs the the top half of the right foot which has collapsed and bunches it together with his hands until the toes and ball of her foot forms a singular clump. He then folds the deformed top half of the foot into her pliable heel and massages the two halves until they combine in into a unified mass which he then smoothes out with his fingers until it appears to be a mass of olive-skin coloured flesh devoid of features any visible features. No toes, no arch, no heel, no wrinkles not even any hint of a bone structure. Just the appearance of a smooth clump dough extending from her ankle and roughly the length of her original foot. Zara moans, "I love it when you do that".

Des then starts massaging her other foot into a an identical shape.

"Zara." Des says after a brief silence "I've been wondering..." 
"Hmm?" Zara says.
"I've been wondering how.. why your feet does this?" Des enquired casually.

"Well, you know I've always been very active, even back in high school. Well back when I was about 17 or 18 I was playing soccer, and then I tripped one day during a game. I realised immediately that one of my ankles have been sprained, so I attempt to get up with my other foot and then I fell back down. I noticed that I've rolled both of my ankles" Zara says.
"Ouch" Des says.
"I mean I've had injuries like that before, and I always recovered just fine. But never this severe, I sprained both ankles. At that point I had to sit out for the rest of the game obviously, but I knew I never wanted an injury like that again" Says Zara.
"Yeah that sucks" Des says.
"Well I went to the doctor and they told me I had to sit out for the rest of the season". Zara says.
"Damn" Des says.
"But the doctor also mentioned in passing that a new experimental procedure has been used to fix and even prevent such injuries from occurring again." Says Zara.
"Right, and that is?" Des says curiously.
"A series of injections into the feet that would to strengthen my feet and ankles, and make them more flexible. As a result of the injection, the durability of the ankles would prevent another injury like this from happening." Zara says.
"Perfect, so you went back to playing soccer again" Des says in an upbeat tone.
"Well I got the first injections, but was told to come back next week. It takes a few weeks for this to take effect but I needed to be back for the next soccer game, I didn't want the team to lose without me. It was just not enough time. So I snuck back on my own." Zara says, in a slightly cheeky tone.
"On your own? With two bad ankles?" Des enquires.
"Yes, I was desperate, my team needed me. So I went back a couple days after the first injections and begged the doctor to give me the rest. Somehow he was convinced and gave me all the doses at once, despite warning me of potential side effects of doing this, which were still unknown then. So I made a miraculous recovery to my ankles by the next game, I ended up winning the soccer season, which was great!" Zara says.
"Great, well done!" Des says with a smile on his face.
"It was great, but I also noticed after a long time of being on my feet during intense soccer sessions my feet would take a toll. I don't know if it's reacting to the sweat or the heat or prolonged activity, but they would kind of melt into blob of dough-like flesh. It's like it wasn't my feet anymore but like it was made of play-dough." Zara says.
Des starts to laugh before stopping himself.
"It wasn't funny, I couldn't take my shoes off in the locker room after each game because I was afraid of the other girls on the team seeing the state my feet had become." Zara says with a more serious tone.
"Well, I'm sorry...". Des says, slightly more remorseful.
Zara starts chuckling. "I mean the whole situation was pretty ridiculous. I really didn't know what what I was getting myself into. I wanted to win that badly, but I did win the game. When my feet change, it isn't permanent anyway since I can make then go back to normal. And it feels pretty good while in that state. No more pain!"
"So you got what you wanted then..." Des reflects over what he's been told. "You feet are nice regardless of what state they're in."
Zara smiles as she lifts one of her legs to Des's face and brushed the misshapen foot against his cheek while placing the other firmly on his crotch while slowly moving it up and down his inner thigh. He takes a a few deep breaths of elation similar to what Zara what doing earlier as he played with her pliable feet, he is getting aroused.
"But first let's have dinner" Zara says as she lowers both her legs to the floor, one of which has an imprint of Des's erection.

Des returns to the kitchen to finish making dinner. Zara slides on a pair of slippers and joins Des once dinner is served as they stare seductively at each other, both eager to finish eating.