It was a long day at work, and you're wiped. You gladly take extra hours when it means more pay, but it does take its toll. All you can think about as you exit your car and reach for your house keys is the stress of the past few hours... and maybe next few days at this rate... maybe weeks. It doesn't help that there were quite a few unsavory clients that you had to deal with. You unlock the front door and head inside. Firmly planting yourself on the sofa in the middle of the room and letting out a loud sigh.

"You're home later than usual." A feminine voice echoed from the other room.

"Yeah... I got held up at work. It's just been a really rough day." You reply.

"Aw, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" The woman walks into the room, now visible, she's around your age with short messy black hair, probably dyed. She has deep black eye shadow and lipstick, a studded choker and a printed tank top. Peering over the sofa, the lowest you can see are the ripped knees of the black jeans. It's safe to assume she's goth. She's a bit shorter than you and has a fairly average figure, leaning towards a modest pear shape. The most striking feature of her that you can see from this angle is her lack of arms. There's no visible scarring, the flesh of her stubs goes straight from the top of her shoulders down to her unshaved armpits, vertically uninterrupted.

You sink back down into the sofa. "You clearly had a better day than me. I don't want to bog down your day."

"It's okay babe, that's what I'm here for."

"Nah, I'd just end up getting angry. It was rough."

"Then maybe I can help you forget about the stress?" She walks towards the front of the sofa, making fairly loud, floppy-sounding steps, like ropes being dropped in moderate succession. With her right in front of you, you can now see that below both her knees and the intentionally tattered jeans, just past her ankles extends a pair of long, flexible, wrinkly tubes that extend far into the other room. It's her feet. It's difficult to tell with them extending out of range, but they're at least 20 feet long, and boneless like tentacles. She steps closer to you, placing her head atop yours.

"Thanks, babe, but I-"

Before you can finish the sentence, she's already wrapped one leg around you, resting on top of you as you both slide prone on the sofa. She plants a long kiss on your lips. You hear the sound of rubbery sliding against the floor. Her feet coil up next to the sofa, their end still not in sight. She wraps the other leg around your torso as you feel one of the tentacle-like feet wrap around your wrist. Her long feet are prehensile and strong. She could easily hold you in place with them, though you choose to offer no resistance, knowing that she respects your boundaries enough to stop her idea of 'helping' at the slightest resistance from you. You don't know what she has in store, but you don't want to disappoint her by telling her to stop.

You feel the other foot wrap around your other wrist as she brings your arms closer to her side. Her long feet are just as, if not more dexterous than hands, more than making up for her lack of arms. You feel your fingertips at her belt behind her back. A few wordless motions make it clear that you need to straighten out your fingers, and you do so, allowing her to slide your hands under not just her jeans, but her undergarments as well. The sparse body hair tickles your palms as you rest with two handfuls of rump. By now, she's using her tongue while continuing to kiss you.

You feel her grip on your wrists release as her feet uncoil from your arms, unwrapping, though requiring her to pull her entire foot length through the loops created by your arms to her rear. You feel the wrinkled flesh of her soles ride across your arms. It's easily been 20 feet of length by now, but they continue. After 100 feet of distance, you finally feel her toes slide across your arms. Even her pinky toes are easily longer than your height. You hear her start to giggle. Her tongue pushes deeper into your mouth as you feel her long feet grip at yours. She coils her feet around your legs like a constrictor python, though extremely firm, not tight enough to hurt. Her feet slither up you body, wrapping you up like a mummy, even wrapping herself to you, preventing either of you from escaping her strong grip.

Her tongue ventures further, beginning to slide down your throat. Her feet tighten around her waist, pulling your hands inwards and forcing you to squish her bottom. Soon your arms are once again wrapped up. From the neck down, both of you are completely hidden under a fleshy pile of tentacle-like feet. She undocks her lips from yours, yet her tongue ventures further down your throat. She pulls her head back, you see her long tongue continue to stretch from between her grinning lips. Her tongue begins to coil onto your face. You feel her saliva drip down your cheeks. You must close your eyes to keep the saliva out. Soon your face is covered in long tongue, with only enough space to breathe.

Her feet continue to wrap further. Your entire body wrapped like a mummy. All you can do is breathe as you feel the pulse in her wrinkly soles. It's getting warm. You feel some slight jostling when you hear the TV turn on. She just use what little slack she had left of her toes to start streaming the newest episode of her favorite show. You did promise you'd watch an episode with her sometime... but it looks like you don't have much of a say in that anymore. You couldn't even move if you wanted to. She must have a gap in the coil in order to see the TV, but you can't see a thing, and the heat is building. Not uncomfortably hot yet but it is getting very sweaty in here. Nonetheless, even if you're drenched, aren't going to ruin her fun.

20 minutes into the episode... 'Wait, what was I stressing about earlier today?' You think to yourself.