Alana’s Feisty Feet

“Thirty seconds, Ms. May!” The overpowering voice of a backstage floor manager spoke firmly. Despite this, the voice sounded like nothing more than a faint echo in a dark tunnel.

Dread. That’s all she ever felt in the moments leading up to walking out on the studio floor. The screams of overzealous fans, bright spotlights shining solely on her, and barrage of personal questions that would ensue all culminated in that single word.

Dread.

And despite being her third Talk Show Guest Appearance this week, the jitters still hadn’t washed away.

Alana May, a name that had become synonymous with young rising film talent, was also a name she wished she didn’t have at at moment. Flashes of her lounging around in bed filled her mind, anything to keep her thoughts off what lay ahead. But no, instead of kicking back in the comfort of her family home, she was dolled up in a grey dress that emphasised her generous curves more than she would have liked. And the unholy amount of finesse required to touch-up her brown hair was best left with no comment.

“Now our next guests got into acting at the age of seventeen! And they’ve been flying high for almost five years! These two soles are known……”

Alana shut her eyes and drowned out the same short and scripted biography piece each host read before the curtain reveal, failing to catch the odd choice of wording.

She honestly couldn’t care less.

“So please give a warm welcome to Alana’s lovely Feet!”

“What!?— WOAH!”

Before Alana could begin to process what she heard, a jazz sting started playing, accompanied by the clapping and cheers of the studio audience. Better yet, Alana felt herself lose control of her lower-half and was **** to march out into the studio.

“NO! STOP!!”

She tried to **** her legs back under her control, but it was hopeless. They continued to pull her toward the parted curtains ahead.

And the moment she walked through them, her senses exploded. Bright studio lights clouded her vision, and the cheering from before exploded into what sounded like people on a plane about to crash.

…or the happy equivalent of such an event.

After a brief moment of getting accustomed to the environment, Alana put on a blatantly **** smile as her lower-half strut toward the Host’s desk, a lush chair and maple coffee table waiting in front of a backdrop of a city.

Alana’s legs swayed her hips, walking with elegance as their high-heels clicked on the glossy floor with each step, before arriving at their destination.

At this point the cheers and music had died down as Alana felt herself regain control of her legs. She stood awkwardly for a moment before taking her seat, trying to get comfortable by crossing her legs and turning her attention to the host. And immediately felt something was off.

The host was both drop-dead gorgeous and well built. He was the kind of young man you’d see surfing at the beach, not someone you’d assume to be a Talk Show Host.

It was also Alana’s best friend, Liam.

“Wow! Really pulling out all the stops tonight, huh? You look stunning!” Liam smiled.

Alana blushed at the compliment, “Thank you Liam, you’re—“

“Sorry, but I wasn’t referring to you hun.” Liam interjected, casting an annoyed glance at Alana. His eyes then turned to the floor before continuing,

“I’m really digging the grey nail polish! It definitely give you girls that extra pizazz~.”

Alana was at a loss for words, “Wha— Liam! Who the hell are you talking to!?”

Suddenly two sultry female voices rang out from below Alana’s seat,

“Haven’t you guessed by now?” One voice said.

“He was referring to us, babe.” The other finished.

Alana felt her legs start moving on their own again and watched as her feet slipped out of her heels and into the open. The studio crowd started cheering as the room was filled with applause.

“There they are!” Liam chuckled.

They stretched their toes as if taking in the air before propping themselves up on the coffee table, a microphone conveniently placed next to them. All the cameras turned toward Alana’s feet as they waved their toes at both them and the audience.

Then she felt her feet form smiles on their soles.

“HELLO EVERYONE!” The two feminine voices reverberated from within both her feet and projected out to the many fans whooping & hollering.

The dread within Alana returned tenfold as things started to click. Her eyes scanned the studio before they eventually fell on a large monitor above the crowd that was beaming a live broadcast of the show.

And her feet dominated the screen.

With mouths on their soles.

To be candid, Alana thought her feet looked quite good. Her silky smooth soles and cute little toes made them quite the show-stoppers. But she never wanted to show them to the world. They were her feet, and she wanted to keep them to herself.

Yet here they were, revealing themselves for all to see.

Her left foot licked licked it’s lips before speaking, “Thanks for having us on the show, Liam! And I gotta say… you’re looking quite dapper yourself~”

Several ‘Ooooohs’ and Wolf Whistles came from the audience as Alana continued to watch her sentient foot speak with her best friend. A task that was proving to be difficult as the feeling of her foot’s mouth moving with each word felt like a miniature massage, making Alana twitch while having to stifle moans begging to escape her lips.

“Oh, quiet you…” Liam chuckled before continuing,

“So the two of you are in the running for the Academy Award Best Actress & Best Supporting Actress. Tell me, how does it feel to be the first feet EVER to be nominated in such prestigious categories?”

Alana’s right foot went first, “Well, it’s definitely an honour to finally represent all the feet of the world and show just what we can do when on the big screen! And in my opinion, it’s about time!”

By the time her foot finished Alana had shut her eyes and tried to control her breathing. That’s when her left foot piped up,

“The award is definitely nice, but it’s the people we work with that makes it a memorable experience…”

“Well, I heard that on the set of your latest film you suggested for one of the actors to lick you. Is that the ‘memorable experience’ you’re referring to?” Liam raised an eyebrow and smirked at Alana’s now blushing foot.

The crowd once again exploded into cheers & whistles. Alana was in shock. This was the first time she’d heard of such an event transpiring.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that~” her left foot started scrunching her toes together, heightening the pleasure Alana felt from her feet.

Liam leaned forward, “We’re not gonna name names, but whoever it was is one lucky son of a gun!”

A giggle escaped her left foot’s lips, “That sounds like a hint of jealously, Liam…”

Liam raised his hands and smiled, “Okay I’ll admit, I’m jealous! You’re quite the catch! Even from here your sole looks like the smoothest thing in existence.”

Alana’s foot started pulling her leg toward Liam, “Well, how would you like a close-up inspection~?”

As her foot inched closer to Liam, Alana felt powerless to stop them. Instead she just watched, wide eyed as she could now feel Liam’s warm breath against her sole. The feeling sent shivers up her spine.

Not a second later did Alana feel Liam’s warm & wet tongue slide along her foot from heel, glazing across the lips, to toe. A feeling that Alana begrudgingly enjoyed.

“Oh, you can do more than that…” her left foot wiggled her toes and used them to pry Liam’s mouth open. Her foot then stuck them in.

At this point Alana couldn’t contain the moans any longer as she felt suction on her toes. Her left foot joined in, moaning as Liam now swirled his tongue across each toe, lingering on the space between them.

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Alana woke up in a sweat, breathing heavily as she slowly came to her senses. Her near dark bedroom dimly illuminated by her digital bedside clock read ‘4:33am’. Steeling her nerves she sat up and leaned against the bed’s backboard, took a deep breath, and threw the covers off her body.

She saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just her grey panties and white tank-top that snugly held her breasts. At the opposite end of the bed lay the very same feet from her vivid dream. Her own feet.

Alana slowly tried to wiggle her toes, and one by one each toe shifted under her control. She then tried scrunching her soles, to which both feet complied. Pleased, Alana gently lifted her left leg and, using her flexibility to her advantage, turned it so her foot’s sole was facing her.

Alana closed her eyes, rubbing her soft and smooth sole across her face, enjoying its warmth. She buried her nose between her toes and took greedy breaths, smelling nothing but the slightly sweaty aroma of feet that had been sitting under bed covers for an extended period of time. Her eyes rolled back as she stopped momentarily, listening for any sounds.

Nothing. Everyone was asleep.

Alana proceeded, a smile creeping onto her lips as she began planting soft kisses all over her foot’s sole. Her lips then moved upward, finding their target. Her toes. Gently she parted her lips and brought her big toe into her mouth. Immediately she ran her tongue across her digit, lapping across every surface and savouring the salty taste.

”…I need this~” Alana thought.

She began sucking on her toe, and not a moment later did moans begin to build up and reverberate across the room.

Moans that we’re not her own.

Despite this, Alana kept giving her own foot attention until out of nowhere it forcibly yanked itself out of her mouth.

“What the fuck!? Alana?!” Came a feminine voice that Alana felt project from within her foot.

Alana opened her eyes, eyes that were filled with lust. The mouths that appeared on her feet within her dreams were now apparent on the very foot before her eyes. And despite this she remained indifferent.

“Come on! I was just having a little fun~“ Alana tried to reason with her foot.

It sighed, “No! We’ve talked about this… we don’t appreciate your advances!”

Alana was beginning to get annoyed, “You’re my feet! I can do whatever I want to you, that includes worshipping you whenever I want!”

“And what if we don’t want to be worshipped by you!?” Her foot turned away from her, anger in its voice.

“Deal with it! I didn’t ask for you to start talking, and things were perfectly fine beforehand! I don’t get why either of you won’t accept my attention—”

“It’s because we don’t want your attention.”

Before Alana could form a response her foot grabbed the covers and threw them over their body. Stunned, Alana lowered herself and stared into her bedroom’s ceiling, a handful of questions still on her mind.