Jack had never been particularly bright as a kid, always thinking with his heart rather than his head. Nor had he ever been too good of a looker. He always had a brown mop on his head, unkempt and everywhere. Glasses, a little shorter than 5 foot 8 inches tall, and acne riddled, as a kid, Jack was the definition of a nerd. Just like many kids, though, Jack had a crush.

Cindy, a tall blonde, blue eyes, perfect skin, and fairly soft spoken.

Jack knew that he could never ask Cindy out on a date, but he definitely could swoon over her from afar. That was when Jack noticed something about Cindy, something weird. He had been watching her through a crack in the door of a classroom, one where Cindy thought she was alone. The beautiful blonde reached down… and pulled off her foot. Jack immediately took off his glasses and wiped them, putting them back on. Maybe it had just been her shoe. But when he’d looked again, she’d pulled both of them off. Gaping, wide eyed, he watched as Cindy pulled the feet out of the shoes and took off the socks. The feet moved, they were clearly alive. She massaged them, pushing her thumbs into the arches of the sole.

Jack couldn’t peel his eyes from the massage. Cindy’s feet were perfect. The toes were the perfect length. Nails painted black, when the toes curled, the wrinkles were amazing. But he had to pull away as the final bell had rung. If he missed the bus, he’d have to tell his parents. They’d be so upset, they might ground him. He couldn’t risk that again.

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15 years had passed. The memory of that moment hadn’t left Jack’s mind since. Sure, he and Cindy would grow older in the dream, but that was the only change. He had matured since middle school too, losing the acne, combing his hair, and he’d even grown a little bit, barely breaking the 6 foot height mark. He was 27 now, and hadn’t had a girlfriend yet. He felt a bit insecure about this, but his friends assured him that he’d find his one eventually. Today, he’d mustered up the courage to search.

Jack laced his nice shoes, put on a nice coat, and took his nice glasses and headed out towards the bar. He had about 60 dollars in cash, so if he needed a ride home or to buy drinks, he’d be ready.

The air was cold, and the walk was almost silent. The only sounds were Jack’s breathing, his footsteps, and the occasional car. As Jack entered the bar, he scanned the crowd. No one was paying attention to the door, and there seemed to not be too many people around. Jack was about to leave, and then he saw her. Cindy. All grown up, sitting alone in a corner, with her drink half empty. She looked like she was on her phone, trying to avoid everyone. Jack, sucking in some air, gathered his confidence and walked over.

“Hey, Cindy! Long time no see!” Jack said, putting his hand on the opposing chair. “May I sit down?”

“Jack? Oh, uh, sure, I guess,” replied Cindy. There was a slightly awkward pause before Jack picked up the conversation again.

“So… What brings you here? All on your lonesome? I thought you had a boyfriend.”

“Oh. Him. We broke up a couple days ago. I’ve just been coming here in hopes that I can distract myself.”

Jack blinked, looking at his middle school crush. This was his only shot. He looked down at his hands, rubbed his thumbs together, and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

“I’m not really interested in anything right now. But I think I might have a deal for you.”

For a moment, Jack was crushed. But the deal had him intrigued. What would he have to do to get with the girl of his dreams? “Wh-what would the deal be?”

“Well. You know how you saw me using my… special power?” Cindy asked, starking to mess with the clasps of her boots.

“N-no! Well… that one time… yeah, I guess. I was so intrigued, I just couldn’t stop looking,” Jack replied, watching Cindy as best he could with his vision obscured by the table.

“My deal, if you choose to take it, is this. I will give you my feet that you always looked so fondly at. But in return, I will take your ‘jewels’. I think it’s a fair trade. Once the parts change hands, no returns,” Cindy said sternly, pulling her feet out of her boots.

“But… How will you walk? How will you take my parts from me? How-” Jack was cut off.

“Yes or No. Now.”

“Deal.”

Cindy reached down, grabbing her feet at the ankles. She put them on the table, making sure no one was watching. Then, she reached forward and snaked into Jack’s pants. She grabbed that stiff cock, and pulled it out, balls and all. She set it at her end of the table. Then, she extended her hand.

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Several months had passed, but oh, what months they’d been. Jack had barely left his house ever since he traded for Cindy’s feet. He could barely keep his eyes off of them. He picked up the feet, getting ready to do something he’d done so many times before. He pushed his face against the soles of those perfect feet, smelling their natural scent. It was slightly musky, but not bad. He made sure to clean them religiously. Jack stuck his tongue out and lapped up, heel to toe. The wrinkles that formed when her toes curled from the lick only made him want to lick them harder. He rubbed the other foot against his face, and slowly humped the air. He worshiped those perfect soles, watching as they reacted to his tongue. He took the idle foot and slipped it into his pants. He rubbed it around, but unfortunately for him, the price he paid meant he would not receive pleasure.

He couldn’t receive pleasure like that if he tried. He gave his cock to Cindy, and at first it had been an amazing deal. She’d used it every day, sometimes even multiple times a day. But one day, some time a few weeks ago, his cock touched something cold and smooth. And he hadn’t been given an orgasm since. He had to find Cindy. At least she’d given him her phone number.

Agreeing to meet up, he took the feet with him and drove out to Cindy’s house. He hoped that he’d be able to trade back the feet for his cock. The feet he had were perfect, but without a cock to please, they were unfulfilling. He got out of his car, walked into the house, and Cindy was waiting for him.

“Cindy, please, we need to trade back,” Jack pleaded, showing her the feet she’d given him.

“I can’t, Jack. You know this.”

“Just take them, and give me my cock back!” Jack shouted, thrusting the feet back into Cindy’s lap. She picked them up, looking at them, then back at Jack. Then she put them on, giving them a rub, and stayed silent. “Where is my cock? Give it back!”

“Like I said. I can’t. Even if I wanted to.” Cindy got up and pushed Jack to the ground. “I got bored with it, Jack. I put it in a jar, and I sold it. It fetched a decent price. But the person who bought it didn’t seem like they wanted to use it. Not my problem, it was mine. I owned it.”

“But… Can I have your feet back then?” Jack asked, looking up at Cindy. His eyes were confused and disbelieving.

Cindy shook her head. “Once those parts change hands, no take backs. If you want them back, you’ll have to give something in return. However…” Cindy walked over to Jack, putting a foot on his face. “I think I see something I want~”