She came to my doorstep late at night. It was maybe 1 AM, and I was about to call it a day. Then, my doorbell rung.

What I saw blew my mind, mostly. I had a weird friend who did strange wizardry stuff. Sometimes his experiments found their way to me, perhaps because I'm the most open minded off everyone he knows.

Anyway, what I saw at my door were a pair of legs, that's all. This woman only existed from her toes to the top of her pelvis, a little bit of lower-back was present, enough that her tramp stamp tattoo was visible, but her bellybutton didn't exist. If this woman were whole, she'd probably be fairly slim, maybe 110 pounds. The dark colour of her skin suggested that she was Ethiopian, it was that particular shade. What she wore was also peculiar, not the high heels, but her "thong". It was more like a thick headband wrapped around the centre of what remained of her, it went between her ass, over the spot here a torso should've been, and then covering her genitalia.

After the two seconds I spent picking my jaw up, the legs ran past me, into my house. She discarded her shoes at my door. I heard pitter-patter through the whole place and I was confused as hell. Eventually on another pass, I grabbed the legs at their hips.

"What's going on?!" The legs stopped. Wait, this is futile, she has no ears. Her hips did a wag. Though, a thought occurred to me. My weird friend - Simon's his name - told me that perception wasn't always so simple. I tried other options.
"Can you hear me somehow? If you can, uh, tap your right foot 4 times" To my amazement, she did.
"Wow, okay. Can you write or type?" I'd seen people do these things with their feet, I knew it was possible. The bit of stomach and lower back she had left bent forwards and back, if she had her whole body, she'd bend 90 degrees forwards, then back again. It looked really weird.
"Okay, hold on" I returned with some paper and a pen.
"Here"

The legs sat down on the ground, the soles of her feet facing each other, creating a "C" shape on the floor. She took the pen between her large and second toes, and pulled the paper towards herself. It was surreal to watch her write.

"Hey, your friend Simon pointed me in your direction. He told me that you'd let me stay here, as for whatever reason he won't let me stay at his place. He turned me into a pair of legs, though something went wrong with the antidote and he said it'd take him a few days to fix it. I don't mind it so much, I can still see and hear"

How embarrassing, Simon still lives with his mother. No wonder.

"Well, alright. I guess it's okay."
She quickly scribbled something on the other side of the page.
"Thank you!"
She then stood up and raised her foot up to me. I shrugged and shook it.

"Here, I'll just get something set up for you. You can type, right?"
She did the strange hip bend to confirm.
"Hold on"

I got out an old netbook and my projector and plugged it in, opening a word processor on the desktop. I made sure that the projector was casting an image on the large blank wall on my living room, which happened to connect between the kitchen and washroom. My bedroom was a ways away. I'd set the couch up for her to "sleep", a concept that would elude me if I had no head to sleep with.

"How is it that you can do everything with your feet?"
She sat down in front of the laptop and put her toes to the keys.
"The potion gives full adaptation, so that means he was mostly successful. It was supposed to give me better sight and dexterity, but a bit of oversight meant this dramatic side effect."
"Well, at least you can still do everything"
"Um... Almost"
"...Huh?"
"You see, it's late, I'm rather tired, and I'd like a shower. But, it's kinda hard for me to get at everything. You don't mind helping me do you?"
"Oh.. Not at all. I'll get the water running. Oh, I should know your name."
"Sierra"
"...Mark"

I went to the washroom and got the water going. I've been around for some of Simon's experiments, but none of them have came running to my place. The one that really weirded me out was when he made a potion to remove extremities, he tested it on a fairly petite woman he knew from the university. While it did remove her arms and legs, it also took her head, and inexplicably left only a mouth where her head should have been. If it weren't for the curves of the female form, she'd be shaped like a rectangle. All I know is, even though Simon probably will get this fixed in a few days, something tells me it won't be over so quickly.

"Okay, it should be good now"
"I won't really be able to communicate, so just go by the way I shake my hips"
She stood up, and brought her foot up to the thick band that served as her underwear wrapping a toe around, and slipped it down her other leg, discarding it on the floor. The nude legs walked - strutted - to the washroom.

Her foot checked the temperature before going in. She made sure that the water covered every inch of her. She got the soap between her toes and lathered her opposite leg. She did the same with the opposite. The soap was placed down, and she turned her back to me, bending her "stump" end forwards, presenting her ass. I soaped her down, everywhere. I made sure every inch was cleaned, and what an amazing several inches. Her legs were so shapely, their muscle tone was excellent, creating a fine texture. Her feet were flawless. An ass to die for.

I guided her out, and guided the towel over every inch of her. When I was done, she seemed to want me to drape the towel completely over her. Making her look like some sort of short ghost.

She went back to the computer.
"Thanks. By the way, can you drink this potion? I need someone to help me eat"
"Wait, what?"
"You thought that simply because I have no head, I don't need to eat? That's rather silly of you."
She manipulated the headband that served as her underwear, and found a zipper with her toes. She pulled out a sealed vial of blue liquid.
"Just drink it, it won't screw you up. Simon's made that one many, many times."
I swallowed it, I've had better tasting drinks.
"What does this even do?"
"Makes anything that passes through your dick nutritious"
"WHAT?"
"I'd yawn if I had a mouth. Can you please but the covers over me? Let my stumpy bit peek through though."

She stood up and went over to the couch, jumping so she landed on her "back". She rested on her hip as I draped the sheet over them. I gave her stomach a little caress before I went to bed.



I woke up the next day at my usual time and walked into the living room. She was laying on her front, a position that'd be simply uncomfortable had she been whole. I gently shook her by the foot.
"Hey, if you want something to eat you should tell me soon"
She shuffled around a bit under the covers, begrudgingly getting herself out of bed. She found the thick band and wrapped it around her middle.
"Here, I have..."
She stood in a "whatever" pose.
"Uh, okay, how about this. tap the floor twice with one foot for yes, tap once with each foot for no. Is that okay?"
Taptap.
"Alright, how about some toast? Or maybe some oatmeal?"
She shifted weight.
"Hold on... Oatmeal?"
Tap-tap.
"...Or toast?"
Taptap.
"Alright. Wait, shit, how are you even going to eat?"
She stood on one leg, pointing her toes towards my crotch.
"Oh..."
She ran over to the computer.
"Yes, I have to have sex with you. So eat twice what you'd usually eat."
"So... This is the only way?"
"Yes. What's the problem anyway? Won't it be an interesting experience? Having to fuck a pair of legs three times per day? You get the privilege of sating my hunger for food and pleasure."
"Whatever you say"

I made 4 slices of toast, and ate at the counter on a stool. Sierra soon came over, climbing onto the table from the spare stool and sitting cross-legged next to my plate. I got to see again how amazing her legs were. Wait, were they really that amazing? The only part of her I knew of were these, so maybe my perception is making due? Whatever, these legs are hot, end of story.

I kept looking at the texture of her skin between bites. Soon, she sat with her lower legs dangling off of the counter, kicking a little bit, crossing their legs. Basically fidgeting about, but it was driving me mad. By the time I got to the 4th piece of toast, she was sitting in an open butterfly position, using her toes to caress my arm.

By the time I finished the toast, her toes started to search for my cock under the fabric I was wearing. So I let her have it. I threw my housecoat off, and she got off of the counter, standing on one leg and using the other to remove my boxers. I sat down on the couch as she sat forwards in my lap, I stuck some fingers in, teasing her some more before giving her "nutrition". She brought one leg up to my face - she was quite flexible - her well maintained toes were before my eyes, and I kissed them, licked them as she probably wanted me to do. Though, I couldn't take it much more, and she must be quite hungry.

I lift her up, shes so light in my arms, and sit her on the floor. I lay on my back and drag her forwards. She's riding me, but completely under my control. Though she swats at my hand - more like kicks - and she sits, my dick still inside her. But then I feel something strange, something amazing. I feel the muscles inside her vagina moving, it feels like she has motor control of them. It's like the satisfaction of a pussy, but with the control of a blow job. Her muscles play with my dick, the movements aren't dramatic, but they're very noticeable. She's putting pressure on different spots.

Eventually, she stands up slightly, and pumps quickly on my rod until I explode. I feel that same grip as before, but it's pulling this time. She soon stands up, wobbling a bit from all the fucking. Oddly enough, there isn't much of a mess. She must have really "eaten" it.

Using one foot, she hit a few keys on the laptop before heading to the washroom.
"Just so you know, I get half of whatever you eat within 45 minutes of you swallowing it. It was very scrumptious, just so you know <3"