Thump.

           
I woke up and sat up on my bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, trying to see what that noise was.

            Thump.

           
I was confused and frightened. I've never heard noises like these, let alone at night.

            Thump.

           
What the hell is that noise?

            THUMP.

           
I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight. I slowly pointed towards all corners of the room, and I saw a shadow on my window. I got up from the bed and slowly crept towards the window. The banging continued, and I knew for sure it was coming from there.

            THUMP.

           
I still continued walking towards the window at the same pace.

            THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

           
I freeze. I see a sole, a white sole pressed up against the glass. Then, I see another sole alongside it gently kicking the glass.

            Sydney's feet. They must've been trying to get my attention.

            I open the window.

            "What the hell are you guys doing here?"

            The hovering feet said,

            "We came to see you, Max."

            I check my phone's clock.

            "It's three in the morning!"

            I heard another woman's voice saying,

"Well EXCUSE me!"

            I turn and look around. No one was there.

            I turn back to the feet and whisper,

            "Who said that?"

"It was me, the right footsie!"

            "What the hell? You BOTH can talk now?"

"Of course, babe! Those worshiping sessions give us more power remember?"

            The feet float past me and into my room without an invitation. I wanted to ask them some questions about... well them. I closed my window and I turned on my lamp, sat on my bed and yawned.

            "Can you tell me how this whole thing works?"

            The left foot hovers near my face and teasingly taps my cheek with her toes.

"How what works babe?"

            "Like, how did you come alive? And why does me loving you guys give you more power? How do you live without Sydney attached to you?"

            The right foot hovers near me and answers my question.

"We started living when Sydney went to Florida on her 13th birthday.
She stepped in a puddle which contained magical life, 
and we were born there pretty much. As for you giving us more power when you worship us, we're
not sure what it is that gives us more power, really.
We can live without Sydney for about 2 hours
before we become weak and 
die."

            I sit and think. These feet are magical, sexy, and can talk. That's cool and scary at the same time.

            "Why doesn't Sydney know about you guys being alive? And why don't you want me to tell her?"

            The right foot said,

"We are just afraid of how she'll react, you know? And it's not like we can live without her; We're just feet."

            "Why were you okay with showing ME that you guys are alive?"

            "Stop calling us guys, it's rude. And the reason we showed you was because you love us and we trust you."

            I still had so many questions about how they got here, about this "magical puddle," their life as being feet, and how they talk without mouths.

            I began to ask another question.

            "How did th-"

            The right foot flew to my mouth holding it shut. 

"Ssshhhhhhhh. You talk too much."
            
            The left foot giggled and hovered to my face too. They started rubbing my face with their soles. It was so soft...

"Now, let's do another session shall we?"

            "Mmm... okay.. s-sure..."

            The feet pushed me on my back on my bed and started the teasing and rubbing. I couldn't resist those long, arched soles rubbing on me and I gave in. I love these worshiping sessions. I kissed them all over and began. They pressed against my face and grabbed my cheeks with their toes. I kept kissing and licking those clean big soles.  They moved down to my chest and started stepping on me. I heard the feet say,

"I can't wait to see the look on his face when we tell him..."

"Oh yeah, he's going to be reeeaaaal happy..."

            I smiled.

            "What?"

"Ssshhhhh....."

            The left foot floated to my face and held my mouth. Then, it shoved its toes in my mouth.

            I smiled again. It must be another one of those "happy ending" footjobs I get after worshiping the feet. The worshiping went on for about twenty more minutes.

            After those twenty minutes, the feet hovered away from my body. No footjob, which made me suspicious of what they were talking about.

            I sat up.

            "So, now that we're done, can you tell me what you gals were talking about?"

            Both feet turned sole-to-sole, as if looking at each other. 

"Okay. It's very good news!"

            "Lay it on me!"

"Now that you've worshiped us enough, we've gained a few
new powers that we've kept secret for a while..."


            "Like...?"

"We can now move certain things without us touching them!"

            I watched in awe as the left foot pointed its toes at a bottle of cologne on my dresser and made it float to my lap. I was mesmerized.

            "Nice!"

"That's not all, honey bun."

            Now, the right foot pointed its toes at the bottle and it floated up from my lap and sprayed my neck.

            I looked at the feet again and asked,

            "This is cool, but, how and when will you use this power?"

"We don't know. We just get these powers and find out after a while.
We still have a few to show you!"

            Thump.

            I immediately looked at the window, then I looked back at the feet.

            "Oh, now what?"

            Both feet giggled while I got up to see what was at the window. I couldn't see what it was because it was too dark, so I opened the window.

            As soon as I did, something whooshed past me into my house so fast that I fell over.

            I get up and blink to make sure what I was looking at was true.

            Yep. A floating pair of black converse, a floating pair of green socks, and a floating pair of pink flip-flops. All of these were Sydney's. And now they're living.

"Welcome the foot family!"

            All of them showed their bottom sole and shook back and forth - as if they were waving hi.

            I didn't know what to say.

"We, Max, can now give life to feet and any footwear!"

            "I-I don't know what to say."

"Isn't this great?"

            "I-"

"Ooh - hold on! There's one more thing we need to tell you!"

            "W-what?"

"Max. We've gotten the wish we've always wanted. We now can be independent.
We, can now live without Sydney. And you, Max, are our new source of power!
We live with you now!"


            All the living footwear started going crazy celebrating. One of the socks even turned on my speakers and blared "Best Day of my Life." Thank God my parents weren't home.

            Sydney's converse shoes were dancing, her flip flops were stomping up and down excitedly, and one of her green socks was trying to unzip my pants.

            I peeled off the sock and walked towards the feet.

            "What the hell?"

            The feet turned their soles towards me.

"Oh, sorry about that sock. They both get kinda horny when excited."

            "What? No, I need to talk to you about this."

"Sure Max! What's up?"

            "I can't do this."

"Do what?"

            "This! Have you all living with me. And, you must go back to Sydney."

"W-why?"

            "She's my girlfriend! I can't have her living without feet, and have her feet and her footwear at my house partying, the hell?"

            One of the socks turned off the music, and all the living objects floated still and turned towards us. It now was really quiet. I wish that these feet never came to life. I wish I could love Sydney, and Sydney only.

            "You belong to Sydney. Go back to her body and stay there. I liked you better when I didn't know you were alive."

            It was silent. Everything stood still in my room, until I saw the right foot slowly turn towards my feet. Then, the foot turned back to me.

            The left foot said,

"S-so, what you're saying is that you don't love us anymore..?"

            "Listen. I-I am sorry. But I think we should just end this."

            It was silent for a while until I heard the left foot say,

"Very well. Max's socks, tighten."

            I feel my heart drop as I felt my white socks tightening around my ankles. I tried to run, but the socks locked my feet in place. When I tried to take them off, the socks tightened more causing pain. When the right foot turned towards my feet, she must've given my socks life. I panicked and looked back to the feet.

            "You - you didn't..."

"Now, socks, get him on the bed."

            I tremble as my socks forcibly start marching me over to my bed. I kept trying to take them off, but they were way too tight. I fell on purpose, so the socks can't walk me to my bed. However, this did very little. The socks just turned me around and pointed my feet towards the bed and drug me to my bed and onto it. As soon as I was on the bed, the living objects started restraining me.

            "Hey! Wh-what are you doing!? Stop! STOP!"

            They ignored me and kept doing what the feet instructed them to do.

            When they had me fully constrained, I looked up and saw that my hands were restrained by the green socks, my ankles restrained by the converse, and my socks had come off, and I didn't know where they were. The pink flip-flops and the feet were hovering in air.

"We're going to teach you a lesson. That was not nice to talk to your masters like that."

            "Masters?"

            I saw my white socks hover up from under the bed and they were now holding my ankles, and the converse floated up from my legs.

"Flops, begin."

            The pink flip-flops floated near my face and stayed still for about five seconds before the left one raised itself, showing the bottom of its flop, and slapped my left cheek. Hard.

             I flinched and jolted in pain as the right one raised itself and slapped my other cheek. Then, the left flop slapped me hard. And they did it again. And again. And again.

            I tried yelling for help and every time I did one of the feet would cover my mouth. I felt my cheeks turning bright red when they stopped after about ten minutes. I peeked open my eyes and made sure I wasn't going to receive another slap. Luckily for me, they floated away. The converse lowered themselves on my lap, and started unzipping my pants.

            The right foot said,

"You've been a bad boy, Max. You must take this pain as a message."

            "Y-you don't control me! Let me go!"

            I feel my pants being pulled down to my thighs. I look down again and see the converse hovering above my dick.

"Shoes, you know what to do."

            I see one shoe float about three feet away, then come flying right back towards my crotch.

            A kick in the balls.

            I yelp in pain but the one of the shoes already covered my mouth. The lingering pain in my balls made me beg for no more.

"See Max? We own you. And if you act up, this will happen again."

            "Oh God let me go!"

"Worship us."

            "Let me go!"

"Shoes?"

            Another kick in the crotch. I wince in pain, begging for no more.

"Now will you?"

            "I-I..."

"You know what? We don't need your permission anymore."

            Suddenly they fly towards my face, sticking themselves in my mouth, and smother me. I couldn't breathe. I start gasping for air and they continue to attack my face. Trying to fight back, I bit one of the feet in my mouth and I heard one of the feet yell in pain. The foot I bit hovered above my face and gives me a kick in the nose, and I started bleeding.

            I kept trying to kick my legs, but my white socks held them. Finally, my left leg kicks free and I kick off the other sock on my right leg. I use my legs to lunge forward, away from the bed, releasing my hands, and confusing the feet which have fell off of my face.

            Without looking back, I sprinted for the window and jumped out.

            I fell on my mom's backyard garden, and I got up.
            
            While I was getting up, I heard the feet say:

"He's getting away!"

"Oh don't worry, nothing will happen."

            I started running barefoot towards Sydney's house. I didn't know what I would tell her. Her house was a few blocks away, so I could make it in a few minutes. I glanced behind me to make sure nothing was trailing me.

            Once I got to Sydney's, I went to the back door and slid it open quietly, making sure not to wake her parents. I creep up the stairs and go to Sydney's room. I opened her door and slowly walked towards her bed, still trying not to wake her parents.

            I was standing next to her bed when I saw it. The green socks putting themselves in her dresser, her converse shoes flying towards her closet, and her pink flip-flops sliding under her bed.

            And not a noise was made.

            I look behind me and see her pink toe-nailed feet hovering. They push me onto the bed, on top of Sydney, immediately waking her up, then fly to her ankles and reattach themselves.

            "WHAT THE HELL?" she screamed.

            "Sssshhhhhh!" I whisper.

            Sydney rubs her eyes and looks at me in disbelief.

            "What the fuck are you doing here?"

            "I-I..."

            I stop myself. What would I tell her? That her feet and footwear are alive, when they're right here in this room? That her feet kept me hostage? I'd look crazy.

            I swallow and say nothing.

            "Max! What are you doing here?!"

            "Listen Sydney..."

            "What?"

            "I'm here because your fe-"

            I feel like my crotch just exploded. I just got a kick in the balls and collapse on the floor.

            "Whoa, what the hell, I didn't- WHOA!"

            Sydney suddenly stands up as if it was against her will. She trembles as she walks over to me and points her toes at my feet. Then, I stand up against my will. Yeah. Those fucking feet possessed MY feet.

            I heard Sydney whimper for a bit, and then she fainted. I look over to her, she's floating upside-down with her feet guiding her out the window. My feet start marching me over to the window and made me jump out. I look up once we're in Sydney's backyard - the entire foot family was hopping down too. Me and Sydney were both laying in the grass now. 

"Make sure they're both asleep."

            I see one of the flops hop up on my chest. It jumps at my face and starts smothering me. I couldn't breathe, and everything started to go dark...

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            I wake up in a warehouse. I'm tied up with a sock covering my mouth. I look around and see Sydney facing her feet, which appeared to have been talking to her. I try crawling over to her but as soon as I start the converse shoes jump on my feet and drag me back. The feet and Sydney notice me awake, and the feet hover high.

"Why can't we just live without either of you? We've 
tried worshiping but that doesn't work! What must we do?
We don't want to be with you two. We can't live without you!
So why can you live without US?"


            I see both feet pointing themselves at me and Sydney. I feel a strange sensation, almost as if I were flying. I look down and see that the feet are making us float. They've gotten way too powerful. 

"We will live without you two, we will find 
a way, and, until we do, you both aren't 
leaving here."

            Sydney and I are going to escape; and she will get her feet back.