"Welcome to California!"

I had just walked into my friend's house and heard her voice in my ear as she gave me a huge feet-in-the-air hug.  Kristy and I had been in the same class in high school back in Kansas.  We had been friends and had gone out a couple times, but nothing ever came of it.  After graduation, we went to different colleges and lost touch.  But one day while on MySpace, I found her profile and sent a friend request.  Before you know it, we're chatting each other up like no time had passed at all.  When I told her that I was going to be in California for a show I was putting on, she insisted I come stay with her.  How could I refuse?  Especially after seeing her pics on MySpace.

After letting go of me, she dropped back down on her bare feet and planted a kiss right on my lips.  I was too shocked to kiss back and before I knew it, she had my hand in hers and was pulling me inside her place.

"It's so good to see you again!  C'mon, I've got to give you the tour."

"It's good to see you too.  It's been so long.  And you look fantastic by the way."

Kristy let go of my hand and gave me a quick cheesecake-pinup style pose for my compliment.  She did look fantastic.  Tight, athletic and well tanned body, firm C-cup breasts and shoulder length, curly hair.  She was wearing a loose dark blue top that covered as much as a sports bra would, but wasn't as tight.  And she was wearing a pair of white shorts that were almost too small for her.  It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.  I didn't think it was cold, but I guess her girls did.

She grabbed my free hand again and started showing me her place.

"Here's the living room.  It's only big enough for the love seat and the TV.  I'd love to have a regular couch, but I can't afford a place big enough for one.  Here's the kitchen slash dining room.  And here's my bedroom.  You can put your bags in here."

"Thanks.  So, uh, where am I sleeping tonight if you only have the one bed?"

"You're sleeping in my bed with me.  If you want to freshen up, my bathroom is right there.  We need to get going if we want to beat the dinner rush."

I was taken back a bit by her frankness, but I wasn't upset by it at all either.  "Where are we going?  Should I put on pants or are jeans dressy enough?"

She looked me over.  "Your jeans should be fine.  Change your shirt if you've got a nice one that's not wrinkled from your bag."

I grabbed my bathroom kit and a fresh shirt and went into her bathroom to clean up.  I kept the door open so we could chat.  So as I was shaving, I saw her pull off her shorts out of the corner of my eye.  As I turned to get a better look, she was just pulling up a black skirt over her naked rear.  Thank God I had my razor in the sink or I probably would have shaved my lips off right then.

I finished cleaning up, put on my nice shirt and took Kristy by the hand as we left her apartment.  She took me to a nice restaurant that served Mediterranean food.  It was a quaint place that only the locals would know about.   After dinner, we chatted some more over drinks and even danced a bit before returning to her place.

As soon as we were in the door, Kristy kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the love seat with her head on one armrest and her legs hanging over the other.

"I'm so glad I've got a man here, even if it is only for a couple nights."

"Oh?  Why's that?"  I figured either she was ready for bed already, and all the fun implied, or she needed something fixed like her garbage disposal or TV.

"Because I need my feet rubbed.  Those shoes look nice, but they make my feet hurt."

I laughed out loud.  "Ok.  Let me get a hot washcloth."

"Hot washcloth?  My feet aren't dirty."  She double-checked her feet after she said that.

"They're not to clean your feet."  I said as I was wetting the washcloth.  "They're to help them relax.  You'll like it."

"Ok.  If you say so."

I returned and wrapped both of her feet in the steaming hot washcloths.  She started to recoil, but I held them in place.  After a moment, she got used to the heat and relaxed.

"You're right, they are relaxing."

"Tol'ja so."  I went and got a chair from her 'dining room' table and sat down next to her feet.  I removed the washcloths from her feet and began massaging.

"Oh, wow.  You should stay and do this every night."  Kristy had closed her eyes and was enjoying my work.

"I could do this every night but I wouldn't have to stay here in California."

She looked up at me.  "What?  With your 'magic'?  I know what you do is all tricks."

I stopped in mid-rub.  "It's not tricks.  What I do is real."

"Yeah, right.  Prove it."

She was staring me right in the eyes, daring me to do something.  Maybe even a dash of hope in her expression, but I couldn't tell at the moment as I was still a bit buzzed from the drinks earlier.  So to prove that it was real, I grabbed her left foot and twisted it around 360º.

"There.  What do you think of that?"  I was quite proud of myself for my proof.

"Pfft.  Whatever.  That wasn't real."

I was a bit perturbed by her disbelief.  So I pulled off her feet and tossed them on her belly.  "Fine.  Rub your own feet then if you don't believe me."

"Hey.  I asked you to rub my feet.  If I wanted to rub them I would have."  She then picked up a foot and threw it at me.  I ducked and her foot hit the wall and fell to the floor.  "Go pick that up."

I sat there with my arms crossed.   "No.  You threw it, you pick it up."  

She held her remaining foot in her hand and cocked her arm back.  "I'll hit you with this one if you don't pick up my foot."

"You couldn't hit a barn.  Do you believe me now that you're throwing your disconnected feet at me?"

"Well, duh.  But so what?  Pick up my foot and start rubbing."

"Make me."  I stuck out my tongue at her.  A moment later her other foot hit me square in the chest.  "Ow."

"See I can hit something.  Now pick my feet up and rub.  You're not done yet."

"Fine.  Just so long as you believe that it's real."  I turned around and picked up her feet from the carpet and started rubbing them again.  She closed her eyes and just when I thought she was about to fall asleep, she spoke up.

"So why didn't it hurt when my foot hit the wall?"

"I don't know.  Same reason it didn't hurt when I pulled it off of your leg, I guess."

"Ok.  So what else can you do?  I mean besides my feet."

"Honestly?  Whatever we can think of.  But for the shows, I always try to hide it in a box or something so people don't freak out.  Why didn't you freak out?"

She sat up in the love seat and folded her legs under her.  Her skirt hiked up quite a bit, and I tried to keep from staring.  "I dunno.  I was kind of hoping it was real.  Plus I'm still kinda drunk from the club earlier.  And some of the freaky shit I've seen out here, it's hard to shock me anymore."

"I thought you were still a bit wobbly."

"Shut up.  You don't know me, mister."  She grinned at me with her eyes at half-mast.  "So who's 'we'?"

"Huh?"

"You said you could do whatever 'we' think of.  Who's 'we'?"

"Oh, that.  I meant me and my assistants."

"Ok.  So where are your assistants?  Can't do a show without someone to saw in half, can you?  Did you stick them in a hotel so you could come sleep with me?"

I stopped rubbing her foot and looked up at her when she said that.  I suddenly forgot about assistants and anything else we were talking about.

"If you're going to stop rubbing, then start sucking.  My feet rarely get this kind of attention and I like it."

"What?"

"Toes.  Suck them.  Or keep rubbing.  I don't care.  Just don't stop again."

"Um, hard to talk with toes in my mouth."  I started rubbing again.

"That's ok.  I'll shut up so you can start sucking in a bit.  So where are your assistants?"  She leaned back in the love seat and closed her eyes again.

"They're in my suitcase."

She sat there for a few seconds and then sat up quickly and stared at me.  "They're where?"

"In my suitcase."

"Are they all chopped up or something?"  She was staring intently at me.

"Nope.  They're quite whole."

"Then how are they…"  She was thinking hard on the matter.  My suitcase wasn't that big and could maybe hold a 12 year old at best, let alone three full grown assistants.

I stood up and stuck her foot in my pocket.  "Let me get them so you can see."

She waited on the love seat while I went to my suitcase.  She was watching me closely as I returned.  I handed her three disks and sat down to watch her reaction.  Each disk showed the palms and face of the assistant pressed up against one side and the soles of her feet pressed against the other side.  If one looked past their faces and feet, you could see their body in seeming 3D.  She stared closely at the top disk and then picked it up and turned it over before looking at the other two.

"So why are they naked?"

I expected some other question like 'how' or 'why like this' or something.

"They prefer it.  I don't think it makes a difference, but they like being naked I guess.

"I know how they feel.  Do they always travel like this?"

"Sure do.  They're usually like this when we're not performing."

She turned the other two over and inspected every detail.  "You're not rubbing."

"Sorry."  I picked up a foot and stared sucking her toes instead.

"Ahh.  Better than rubbing."  She sat back while holding my girls on her lap and smiled.  Then quite suddenly, she pulled her top over her head and tossed it in the corner.  Barely able to concentrate on her toes, I watched Kristy as she caressed her now naked boobs and played with her nipples.  I must have slowed my sucking because she looked up at me and said "Am I distracting you?"

I popped her big toe out of my mouth.  "A little, but I don't mind."

"I thought you wouldn't."  She set my assistants aside and then slid out of her skirt, leaving her completely nude.  Holding her truncated legs up to me, she said "Well, either eat them or put them back on my legs.  I'm ready to go fuck now."

As calmly as I could, I reaffixed her feet to her legs and then helped her up off the love seat.  I put my arm around her and my hand on her bare ass and guided her into the bedroom.


Around noon, I woke up and wasn't sure where I was at.  Then I saw the naked Kristy next to me and I again admired her body.  No tan lines.  Dear Lord.

I kissed her on her forehead and caressed her ass.  I just had to touch that perfect ass again.

"Mmm.  I wondered when you'd wake up."  She moved her leg onto mine and moved closer to me.

"Well, you wore me out last night.  I think I even learned some new moves."

"Hmmph."  She was smiling.  "I tend to get creative when my feet are on wrong."

I looked down at her legs.  Sure enough I got her feet on the wrong legs.

She saw me looking.  "Don't worry about them.  They're fine where they are.  Besides, they got me thinking."

"Oh?  What were you thinking about?"

"You said last night that you could do whatever 'we' could think of.  Well, I thought of something and I want to know if you'll do it to me."

"I think I did it to you quite a bit last night," I said with a grin.

She kicked me lightly.  "That's not what I mean.  But you did do me quite a bit last night."

"I couldn't help myself.  So what were you thinking?"

"I was hoping that you would eat me."  She didn't move which told me she didn't mean cunnilingus.  To say I was taken aback would have been an understatement.  I had done some vore before, but usually it was for an 'extreme' magic show and it was always with an assistant that I had practiced with for some time.  Not a gal that only just had a taste of magic a few hours before.

"Pardon me?  Are you serious?"

She looked up at me with serious eyes.  "Yes I am.  It's always been a secret fantasy of mine.  I never thought it was possible, but I sometimes masturbate to thinking I'm getting eaten whole.  I just thought since you said you could do whatever you could think of…"

"Well, yes, I can.  But I just showed you something simple last night with your feet.  Most girls won't do it even after they've been with me awhile."

"Maybe.  But I'm not most girls."

"I know.  I mean, look at you, you're sexy and beu…"  I had to stop talking because she slid her fingers into my mouth.

"Please?  I want this really bad.  Please eat me?"  She was looking at me with pleading eyes while pushing her hand into my mouth.  "Don't I taste good?"

I couldn't keep my eyes off of hers as she pushed her other hand into my mouth.  I hadn't really thought about it, but somehow her needing to be eaten was strangely erotic.  I vaguely noticed that my dick was completely hard.

She kept pleading for me to eat her as her elbows slid past my lips.  I hadn't imagined that the sexy, confident woman that I knew could act so submissive.  As she pushed her head into my widening mouth, I felt her hands dissolve as they hit my stomach.  When her pleading stopped, I knew her head was all the way in my mouth.  Before I knew it, I was helping her in.  I used my hands to guide her body past my lips.  I licked her nipples and savored their flavor as her beautiful breasts passed into my mouth.  

As her belly slid into me, a thought occurred to me.  I slowed her movement until I had her stopped with her waist just past my lips.  When I felt she was positioned right, I bit down and cut her in two.

I swallowed her top half, which continued to dissolve into nothing inside of me.  I set her naked bottom half down on the bed in front of me and looked what was left of her over.  Her feet were still on backwards and I could see teeth marks in her waist.  Other than that, her perfect long legs and her shaved crotch looked perfect.  I stroked her leg and, as I hoped, her leg responded.

I pulled off her feet and put them on their correct legs and then I smoothed the cut at her waist.  My dick was still hard, so I pulled Kristy's uneaten half towards me and lowered her pussy onto my waiting cock.

When I finished up, I took her legs into the shower with me and cleaned up.  I then dressed, packed up my flattened assistants and my clothes.  I pondered Kristy's legs and how they might fit into my luggage.  After some consideration, I pulled her legs in half at the knee and packed her hips and attached thighs into my suitcase.  Her calves went into my carry-on bag, but they were still too long.  Removing her feet allowed them to fit easily.

I picked up my bags after putting her feet into the deep pockets of my shorts and left her apartment.  Feeling the weight of her soft feet in my pockets, I knew that the girls would love the new pair of legs I got for them to play with.