The feet and the foot family were "talking" in the corner. I knew the feet could talk, but as far as the flip flops, socks, and converse? I don't think so. I guess the feet were composing plans of what to do with us.
Every time I tried to crawl towards Sydney or move to the door to escape, my feet would drag me back against the wall. I looked around trying to find something to escape, but we were literally sitting in a barren, empty warehouse.
I look at Sydney. I see her crying, tied up, and confused. I instantly feel a guilt trip for not telling her what was going on earlier. It was my sexual fantasies that wanted this to keep going. I felt bad for her. I wanted to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't. Not only because I couldn't reach her, but because I didn't even know if it WAS going to be okay.
I see the foot family start floating towards us. I try to keep a firm face to hide my fear.
"So, we've come to a decision to let you both go under one condition,"
I held my breath.
"you both must not tell anyone we were alive."
I exhale in relief.
"Goodbye, we will never come back to bother you again. Your neighborhood is just over the hills."
Sydney's feet flew down to her and reattached themselves to her ankles. The foot family froze, then fell down, as if they were never living. I see Sydney wiggling her feet, finally having control over them. I run to her, untie her, and comfort her. She was crying, in fear and in joy at the same time.
We sat in that factory for hours before leaving.
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Three months have passed.
Sydney and I broke up shortly after that whole... thing. We haven't spoken a word regarding that incident since then. We weren't mad at each other, we just didn't really have anything to talk about. The only class I have with her is my study hall, which is ironically the class I started admiring her feet.
Eventually I met Alyssa and we dated for a few months before I told her about my foot fetish, which she thought was kinky and liked it. Luckily for me, her feet weren't sentient and I wouldn't be attacked by them. Later on, we had sex and we were lying in bed afterwards, talking about school and stories for a few hours.
"So, why did you break up with Sydney?" she asked.
I got tense and just shrugged.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean?" she asked again, persisting.
I thought about telling her but I would sound like an idiot and a freak if I were to.
"If I tell you this, you must not tell ANYONE else."
"Of course!"
Needless to say, that was the last time we spoke since.
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I sat in my room, regretting telling her. She had left my house nearly immediately after telling her that. I tried texting her telling her that it was a "joke" but it was no use.
I flopped down on my bed and fell asleep.
I wake up to the sound of rain hitting my roof. When I try to get up from my bed, I can't. My hands and feet are tied to my bedpost and when I try to see what I'm tied up with, I see it.
Shoelaces.
I try not to panic. I look around and try to find a way to get untied.
We sat in that factory for hours before leaving.
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Three months have passed.
Sydney and I broke up shortly after that whole... thing. We haven't spoken a word regarding that incident since then. We weren't mad at each other, we just didn't really have anything to talk about. The only class I have with her is my study hall, which is ironically the class I started admiring her feet.
Eventually I met Alyssa and we dated for a few months before I told her about my foot fetish, which she thought was kinky and liked it. Luckily for me, her feet weren't sentient and I wouldn't be attacked by them. Later on, we had sex and we were lying in bed afterwards, talking about school and stories for a few hours.
"So, why did you break up with Sydney?" she asked.
I got tense and just shrugged.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean?" she asked again, persisting.
I thought about telling her but I would sound like an idiot and a freak if I were to.
"If I tell you this, you must not tell ANYONE else."
"Of course!"
Needless to say, that was the last time we spoke since.
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I sat in my room, regretting telling her. She had left my house nearly immediately after telling her that. I tried texting her telling her that it was a "joke" but it was no use.
I flopped down on my bed and fell asleep.
I wake up to the sound of rain hitting my roof. When I try to get up from my bed, I can't. My hands and feet are tied to my bedpost and when I try to see what I'm tied up with, I see it.
Shoelaces.
I try not to panic. I look around and try to find a way to get untied.
"You have the audacity to break our promise?"
Anyone would know that voice.
"What?" I choke.
"What?" I choke.
"The promise. 'Don't. Tell. Anybody.' meant something to us."
Sydney's feet hover from the bottom of my bed to on top of my chest and press hard.
"Please, don't do anything to me."
They press harder and I can't breathe.
"No..... please...."
I black out, I can't breathe.
I wake up.
Gasping for air, I sit up and hold my chest. Just a dream. Just a dream.
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I was in serving a detention, and Sydney came in late. After looking around for an open seat, she reluctantly sat at my table opposite from me. Of course she didn't even look at my direction, which I was fine with. It was around the middle of the detention when I realized something was wrong.
It started with her facial expressions. I noticed she looked nervous at times, occasionally glancing down at her shoes as if something was wrong. Then, she would let out a "yelp!" every once in a while and shift in her seat. The problem with this is that there were other students around us serving a detention, too. Everyone stared at Sydney every time she made a loud noise. Then, I noticed she tried getting up from her seat but her feet stayed planted firm on the ground, making her fall back to her seat.
After the detention, and when everyone left the room, Syd still sat there while I was getting ready to leave. I knew something was up with her feet. I sat back down as soon as the teacher left.
I leaned over and whispered to her, "Syd, are you okay?"
She looked up at me and whispered, "N-no, my feet are being crazy. I can't control them."
One of her feet rubbed by leg and quickly jolted away.
I hover onto the wall involuntarily. I was pinned onto it, floating.
"Please, don't do anything to me."
They press harder and I can't breathe.
"No..... please...."
I black out, I can't breathe.
I wake up.
Gasping for air, I sit up and hold my chest. Just a dream. Just a dream.
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I was in serving a detention, and Sydney came in late. After looking around for an open seat, she reluctantly sat at my table opposite from me. Of course she didn't even look at my direction, which I was fine with. It was around the middle of the detention when I realized something was wrong.
It started with her facial expressions. I noticed she looked nervous at times, occasionally glancing down at her shoes as if something was wrong. Then, she would let out a "yelp!" every once in a while and shift in her seat. The problem with this is that there were other students around us serving a detention, too. Everyone stared at Sydney every time she made a loud noise. Then, I noticed she tried getting up from her seat but her feet stayed planted firm on the ground, making her fall back to her seat.
After the detention, and when everyone left the room, Syd still sat there while I was getting ready to leave. I knew something was up with her feet. I sat back down as soon as the teacher left.
I leaned over and whispered to her, "Syd, are you okay?"
She looked up at me and whispered, "N-no, my feet are being crazy. I can't control them."
One of her feet rubbed by leg and quickly jolted away.
"You."
I hover onto the wall involuntarily. I was pinned onto it, floating.
"We have business with you, Max."
I see Sydney float up in the air, start twitching and mumbling, and then I see her go unconscious. She collapses onto the floor and stays still for about ten seconds, then raises her head and laughs with the same voice as the feet. The feet have taken control of her.
"Shit." I mumble to myself, still pinned to the wall.
Sydney's possessed body walks over to me and strokes my cheek.
"Shit." I mumble to myself, still pinned to the wall.
Sydney's possessed body walks over to me and strokes my cheek.
"Look at what you've done."
"W-what did I do?" I say, pulling my face away.
"You told Alyssa about us."
"But she didn't believe me."
"You don't understand."
"Understand what?" I ask.
"How this works."
"What!?" I yell.
I get thrown against the floor and I hold my leg, as it had been injured. Sydney's feet detach from her body and she collapses to the floor, still unconscious.
Her feet lunge towards my face and start massaging it.
"Ooh, don't you miss the good ol' days when you were a good boy and kept us a secret?"
I hear the door lock itself and see sweaters left in the classroom hover over to the door and block the glass.
"We thought we could trust you, but time and time again you betray us, Max."
The feet begin pressing harder, as if they were getting angry.
"I-I'm sorry! It's just that from my point of view, I-I think it's pretty scary!" I utter.
The left foot slaps my face.
"When they find us, we're gone forever, Max."
"When who finds you?"
"The magic keepers. You don't realize what you've done."
I remain quiet and hope that they elaborate, but they just stay stuck on my face, pinching my cheeks.
"Oh well, there's no point of us being angry at you. That won't achieve anything, but you have to do us a favor before we go."
"W-what kind of favor?" I squeak.
"This one."
The feet jump towards my crotch, quickly undoing the zipper and the button. I plead with them not to do it, because this wasn't exactly the best place to do so. They ignore me and continue.
They cradle my cock between their arches and quickly rub up and down. My cock was jumping from the stimulation, as I softly moan from the touching.
"Aww, that's a good boy."
I begin to give in and massage the feet as they're pressing against me. I hear a moan and then they press harder. One foot hovers to my face and puts its heel on my mouth.
"Promise us that when we're gone, you'll miss us."
I thought about it for a while after they said that.
"Yeah! O-of course!" I say, overstimulated.
"You know we love you, Max. Do you love us back?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then show it."
They both join at my face as I kiss, lick, and worship their soft soles. I feel my dick getting harder as this continues. They both jump to my dick and begin stroking it quickly, as I feel my climax coming up.
"Ughh, fuck yeah..." I moan. The feet were stroking as if they had expertise in footjobs, as this was the best one I've ever received. As I reach the brink of orgasm, the feet begin to increase their speed and touches.
"Ughhhh..... I'm gonna cum...." I moan again.
"Cum for us one last time, Max."
As I cum, the feet jump to my face and shove themselves in my mouth, suppressing my loud moans. I lay there while I begin licking the feet, which have now started making "coo" noises next to my ears. I was enjoying this, until something interrupts it.
I hear banging in the vents, and look over to see these two small fairies. They look at Sydney's feet, which have now jumped off of my face and faced them.
"It's been awhile, magic keepers."
"It's over, rouge 13." one of them says. "It's over. Come with us or we will handle this the hard way."
"Bye, Max. We'll miss you."
I see a black vapor-like smoke leave the feet, and her feet fall to the ground next to me. The black vapor enters a container that one of the fairies were holding. The sweaters by the door fall as well. I look back to the feet and see them twitch before stopping, and now looking lifeless.
I watch in awe as the fairies wave a wand at her feet, and her feet reattach themselves to her ankles. The fairies begin to leave before I interrupt them.
"Wait!" I yell. "Is my girlfriend back to normal?"
One of the fairies come up to her and examine her.
"Well, it appears she was put under a sleeping spell. How did those feet gain this amount of power to start casting spells?" the fairy asks.
I rub my neck and look down, trying to pull off a shrug.
"So, no more living feet anymore?" I ask.
"No more." the fairy assures. "And don't worry about your girlfriend, she will wake up shortly."
The fairies begin to leave again before I interrupt them once again, this time they seemed a bit impatient.
"Wait! Can you tell me what the FUCK is going on? Why were they alive? HOW were they alive?" I yell.
The same fairy comes back to me and crosses her arms.
"Well, they told you that Sydney stepped in a magical puddle, right?" it asks.
"Yeah, but-"
"That's how they came to life. Our jobs are just to contain rouge magic. We're even getting reports of a girl's clothes coming to life and terrorizing her."
I think about all the times Sydney's feet and I had together, and how Sydney was terrified of her own feet. I feel ashamed to have indulged in my lust, and look down. I came to a conclusion that these fairies are probably making the best choice.
"So, now my girlfriend can live a normal life?" I ask.
"Yes, we've said yes already. Now come on and wake your girlfriend up, we're running late."
I shake Sydney and see her open her eyes slowly.
"Sydney, wake up! Your feet are back to normal, everything is okay." I say.
She looks up at me confused.
"R-really? What happened that made them normal again?" she says quietly.
"Those fairies contained the rouge magic." I say, pointing.
She looks up and looks even more confused.
"What fairies?"
"Those on-"
I see that the fairies have vanished. I pull Sydney up and hug her.
"It's finally over, Sydney. It's over." I whisper in her ear.
She starts to cry out of happiness and we rejoice in the fact that everything is now back to normal.
She sniffles and whispers,
"Don't think that just because my feet aren't living means that you're gonna stop worshiping them."
I look at her face, and see a devious grin on her face. She grabs me by the hand and leads me out of the classroom, and to her car.