A pair of introductions: a rope of sand

Mike woke up and stretched his limbs after a deep sleep full of dreams he didn’t want to wake up from. He dreamt about Manda, in one piece, giving him a footjob back at their shared apartment, snuggling up to him in bed as he basked in his orgasm. As he sat up, he realized two things: first, he was still naked and two, his dick felt spent and sore.

“Jesus, Mike!” He groaned. “I only came once! How am I that raw?”

He looked down beside him and realized his “guest” wasn’t in bed with him. Mike felt his heart skip a beat as he frantically looked around for signs on where Manda’s legs might have wandered off to, praying that they didn’t leave his house.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Mike frantically shouted as he threw clothes on himself and stuffed his feet into slippers.

He slid into a wall as he rushed himself out of the bedroom, looking all over for anything that suggested Mandy’s whereabouts. His mind was racing with different thoughts of what might happen if people just saw a pair of voluptuous legs wandering down the street in broad daylight and where they might end up. Just before he grabbed his car keys, he froze at the smell of bacon and a dish being set on the table.

“Sounds like someone finally woke up!” Mandy’s voice chirped from the kitchen.

Mike waltzed in and was awestruck at the sight before him; Mandy had the whole table set with coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast perfectly fixed into a total of three plates. Wait, three plates? On one side of the table sat a large plate with the most food while the other side had two smaller plates with only a fraction of the amount of food on them.

“Sup, stud?” Manda cheerfully greeted Mike.

“Did...did you cook breakfast?” Mike asked, shocked that a pair of legs would be able to have done all of this without hands.

“Well yeah, silly!”

“H-how did you, I mean it looks amazing but how?”

“I told you, I’m really good with my feet! Did you think I had some genie living in my womb? Now, sit down and enjoy!”

Mike shrugged and took a seat with the large plate, watching as Mandy pinched a knob between her toes to turn the oven off. She then took a seat across from him.

“Can I ask one thing, though?” Mike said with a mouthful of eggs.

“What’s up?”

“Why are there two plates, and how are you gonna eat?”

“I was hoping you’d ask! Lefty! Righty! Show him!” Mandy announced.

Mike furrowed his brow in confusion as both of her feet swung up onto his table and scrunched their soles playfully at him before a full set of lips sprouted, followed by what appeared to be impromptu eyes. Mike dropped his fork as he stared at the faces that formed on Manda’s feet, which stared back at him.

“Silly boy, doesn’t he know it’s impolite to stare?” The right one teased.

“I don’t mind, Manda never let him see us anyhow so he can look as much as he’d like!” The left one countered.

“Uh, so how did-”

“Sorry sweetie, let’s save the questions until after breakfast. I might not be attached to her, but I can still feel her stomach and it’s just famished.” Mandy cut Mike off.

Mike, as much as he wanted answers to everything unfolding before him, let it go as he continued eating. After all, it was pretty tasty but something still didn’t sit right with him. If Mandy could still feel the rest of Manda’s body, did Manda feel everything they did last night? He didn’t worry too much on it, after all he wanted to fix things as soon as he could.

Occasionally, Mike glanced up to watch Manda’s feet somehow eat the food before them. How it worked, Mike wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but it was definitely a sight to behold as one bit a piece of toast and dragged the rest of the slice into its mouth. The other foot, having already finished its toast and bacon, lowered its sole over the eggs and started gobbling them up. Mike tried not to stare too long, after all feet couldn’t use silverware.

Once he was done eating, he saw that Manda’s feet just finished not too shortly after and crossed themselves on the table.

“Oh, Mike! Be a doll and wipe the crumbs off my sole? A girl can’t really help herself without hands, heh…” Righty giggled.

“Ooh yes! Put those hands of yours to use!” Lefty added.

Mike stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe off the impossible mouths on Manda’s feet, causing Mandy to shift and giggle in her chair.

“Sorry, I can’t help it! You know she has ticklish feet!” Mandy squealed.

Once Mike returned to his chair, he figured now was his chance to get some answers.

“So...how exactly did your feet come to life?” Mike asked, trying to keep his cool.

“I told you before, dummy! They were already alive, I just gave them a little extra freedom.” Mandy responded.

“It took a little while but with a stroke of luck and a little help, here we are!” Righty added.

Oddly, when her foot answered, Mike felt his cock begin to stir in his boxers.

“Alright, but then earlier you mentioned you could feel her stomach? So did she feel everything we did last night?”

Mandy took a second to respond, deciding how to answer.

“In a way, yes. But that barely matters! I’m my own vagina and she didn’t know how to treat me like you. And it’s not like I’m leaving her for dead! As long as Lefty and Righty here can eat and drink, she still gets everything she needs!”

“But how is she supposed to live the rest of her life without legs? Didn’t you try to at least tell her how you felt?”

“I did. She didn’t care, so why should I? Mike, just hear me out. I can cook for you, pleasure you, and love you. You already proved that you’re perfect for me, so let’s make this work!” Mandy practically pleaded.

“Plus, you definitely know how to show us a good time and appreciate us for what we are!” Lefty perked up.

“So what do you say?” Righty asked.