And then getting dirty again

Tori turned on the water of the bathroom sink, adjusting it so the water wouldn’t be too hot for her sensitive feet considering how much she tickled them with her tongue. She made sure to grab a bottle of body was and lotion so she could start a regimen of pampering her feet with her new found appreciation, and even lust for them. Setting her feet down on the toilet seat, she giggled at the sight of them wiggling from the cold porcelain under their soles.

Once the sink was full of warm water, she grabbed her left foot by the ankle and gently lowered it into the water. Letting it get a feel for the water, it first stuck a big toe in before gently splashing the water with the ball of her foot. Catching her off guard, her foot wiggling free from her grasp and fell completely into the soapy water with a plunk. She watched her foot wiggle her toes at the bottom of the sink, playing around gleefully underwater.

Figuring that her feet don’t really need to breathe, she went to grab her other foot and do the same. She quickly realized that her feet must be a bit more independent than she first thought, as her right foot retracted itself from the water and curled her toes. She tried to **** it into the water but quickly got splashed in the face when her foot started flailing in her hand.

“Jesus! Fine!” Tori sighed, placing her foot on the counter.

Her foot splayed her toes at her, showing some sort of annoyed emotion at not wanting to get wet. Tori shrugged her shoulders at her foot and went back to paying attention to her foot in the water.

Tori’s heart started beating out of her chest when she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway while she was drying off her wiggling feet with a hand towel. She hesitated at the thought of being caught holding her own disembodied feet in her hands, let alone finding Tatum’s foot hiding somewhere in the house. Deciding to count her chickens early, Tori hobbled back to her room with her freshly pampered feet in hand. Shutting the door behind her, she figured she would hide her feet by stuffing them into her sneakers so anyone from a distance thought they were just a pair of shoes.

When Tori brought her sweaty sock towards her right foot, its toes curled back as an inhuman growl was heard. When she took her sock away, her left foot made a couple high-pitched grunts before kicking one of her sneakers off the bed. Alerted by the fact that somehow her feet can make noises, Tori immediately began shushing her feet before shoving them into their socks. While muffled, they continued to flail and spasm as they snarled at being trapped in their cotton muzzles once more.

Fighting to get them back into her sneakers, her feet almost were muted with their grunts sounding more faint. Just like earlier, she tied the shoes together so they couldn’t escape on her and watched as their struggling slowly stopped to a couple movements of their toes. She set them on the other side of her bed that was hidden from sight of the door, just in case.

Seizing the opportunity, Tori began scribbling in her notebook so she wouldn’t forget her new observations on the spell’s effects.

“Detached feet become more intelligent and sentient once they…absorb semen…without it, they become more…animalistic?” Tori whispered to herself as she heard the front door opening.

“TORI!? ARE YOU HOME? IS EVERYTHING OKAY??” Tori’s Mom yelled into the house.

Within seconds, her mother appeared at her door.

“Tori! My co-workers were saying some insane stuff about some people’s feet coming to life and pulling free from their bodies!” Tori’s Mom frantically said. “I thought they were crazy until I heard it was at the college so I left work early and kept hearing it on the radio, and then I saw all those first responders rushing in that direction, and you weren’t answering your texts so I picked your brother up from school and brought him here while I went to the college, but thank god you’re already here!”

Despite her talking a million miles an hour, Tori’s brain deadlocked on the part about bringing her brother back home and went into panic mode.

“Yeah, I felt sick so I left to go to the park for some fresh air, when did you drop of Jack?” Tori asked, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.

“About an hour ago, he texted me that you came home not too long ago. I was so worried, there’s s blockade around the whole campus! I’m so glad you’re safe!”

Tori felt herself become as white as a ghost while a thousand thoughts rushed through her brain. Did he hear her screaming? Did he hear Tatum’s foot? Oh god…

“You didn’t lose your feet, did you?” Her Mom asked with concern.

“W-what? No! Of course not, I wasn’t even there!”

“Can you show me?”

“Mom! That’s really weird, I’m not doing that!”

“Okay, okay! I’m just worried about you and I’m glad you’re alright. I’ll get dinner started in a couple minutes and I’ll call you when it’s done. Get some rest, sweetie. I love you!”

“I love you too…”

Tori’s mom then closed behind her, leaving Tori by herself once again. Tori was terrified at what her brother may have heard, let alone if he found Tatum’s foot roaming the house. If anyone was more perverted than Tori, it was her 18 year old brother, Jack. She sank into her pillows, listening to the soft grumbles of her disembodied feet struggling to get out of their prison.

“What the hell am I gonna do for dinner? They’re gonna see me without feet, and what am I gonna do about Jack? Ugh…” Tori scoffed into a throw pillow she put over her face.

She sat there, waiting and waiting for her brain to get a mind of its own and think of a solution for her, but she was just drawing a blank. Tori was mad at herself for not being able to have any handle on a problem she created. There was zero concept of time as she blankly stared at the fabric of her pillow.

“Dinner’s ready!” A voice called from the kitchen.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Was all Tori could muster.

Looking around, she tried to **** her brain into overdrive on how she could see her family in the condition she was it. She threw her pillow at the desk, knocking over random office supplies. Amongst the mess she made, a roll of ductape fell onto her desk chair. As stupid as it sounded, she knew a way to get to the kitchen without arousing suspicion.

Taking slow, careful steps towards her chair, she grabbed the roll of tape and grabbed her feet. Setting her little project on her bed, she tilted her right foot on its heel and watched it helplessly whimper and writhe. Rolling up her jeans, she lined up her stump on her leg to the one on her foot and winded the tape around her ankle several times so it stayed in place.

Her foot snarled at the lack of freedom it was being thrust into, but the illusion was complete when Tori unrolled her jeans over her the tape. Her foot continued to fight a little bit and the movement of the sneaker suggested it was wiggling its toes forcefully against the insides to push itself out. Repeating the same process to her other foot, Tori quickly tied her shoes properly and decided to give it a test run.

Slowly lowering her feet to the floor, she stood up with her feet trying to jerk her in random directions until she had to exert her weight for more control. The sensation was awkward in the sense that she was walking with zero feeling in her feet. She was holding onto the walls for support on her way to the kitchen, finally making a quick run to her seat across from Jack.

Jack looked up from his plate to his sister and quickly looked back down. From the brief second of eye contact, Tori saw just how beet-red his face was; her face was turning equally red.

“You took you’re time getting here, are you sure you’re okay to eat?” Tori’s Mom asked.

“Yeah, of course!” Tori said, grabbing a plate of food from her mother while trying to mask her embarrassment.

Dinner itself was pretty quiet, which was understandable given the events of the day at least to their mother. Jack and Tori were silent for other reasons, and a part of Tori unfortunately broke the silence when a grumbling was heard from under the table. Jack shot up immediately and looked at Tori dead in the eye.

“What? I’m sick, okay? My stomach’s been making crazy sounds all day.” Tori lied to cover up the source of the noise.

Jack simply cleared his throat before looking back down. Confused, Tori went to cross her legs until she realized why Jack glared at her. “Accidentally” dropping her fork, Tori bent over to take a look under the table to see what was going on. To her shock and horror, her left foot had managed to slip out of its shoe and was teasing her brother’s dick through his pants. Sitting back up, Tori kept trying to **** her foot away from her brother’s crotch and heard her foot growl at her attempt to pull it away from its prey.

“Was that you, Jack?” Their Mom asked.

“Uh, yeah, I think Tori here gave me something I wasn’t expecting and didn’t want.” Jack coughed as he glared at her.

Finally wrenching her foot free from her brother’s chair, Tori shoved it back into her shoe and excused herself from the table. Hurrying to her room to avoid further embarrassment, Tori kicked her shoes off and just laid flat on her stomach with her face buried in her pillows. As she debated how much her fantasy was worth the nightmares of embarrassment, her feet raised her legs to sit and rub against each other until she fell asleep.

—

Between himself and his mother, Jack was the most confused about today’s events. First he came home to find a knocked over houseplant and a girl’s disembodied foot hiding behind the couch, sucked on its toes while he heard his sister masturbating at the same time, and even got a surprise at dinner when her socked foot was gently caressing his package through his pants in a slow tease. As unusual today turned out to be, he was totally into it.

Just after Tori, he rushed to finish his dinner so he could go back to his room and play with the foot he hid in his sock drawer. Hoping to somehow disguise it in case his mom was doing laundry, he put an ankle sock over it and stuck it way in the back; in hindsight it wasn’t really clever because the girl’s ankle still stuck out and was very animate but he figured it would work.

Once he got to the privacy of his room, he shut the door almost all the way. He left a small crack so he could see and hear if anyone was coming into his room to quickly hide himself so nobody could see anything that looked bad. Granted, he was having his way with some girl's foot that managed to get into his house somehow, so it was probably worse than it ever could have been.

Opening his sock drawer, Jack reached his hand into the sea of soft fabric searching for his new toy. He finally found it when his hand grabbed around its heel and the foot nuzzled itself into his palm. Fishing it out, Jack immediately brought the foot wearing his ankle sock to his face and took in a deep breath.

Despite the smell of fresh linen-scented detergent, the natural odor of sweat and women’s beauty care products formed an aroma that revived his softening erection. He moaned as his cock started to push against his pants, with the foot rubbing itself all over his face not helping his situation. The foot grabbed his nose between its big and middle toes and brought itself closer to his face, planting its sole over his mouth as he took deep whiffs.

Unable to control himself, Jack ripped the sock off of Tatum’s foot to admire the pale sole scrunching and stretching seductively. He couldn’t help himself, the soft flesh before him had moved him to start planting kisses along the ball of her foot. It reciprocated with by pressing her toes against his upper lip as if it welcomed his advances.

Jack was giving into his lust and decided to take his once in a lifetime opportunity to worship a girl’s foot that seemingly wanted him to do so, he started to eagerly lick every inch of the slightly salty skin. He savored the taste, feeling as though his cock was ready to explode in his pants while he had his way with his new toy. But knowing that it truly was a real foot that was alive and moving free from the girl’s body it came from made it all the more hot for Jack.

He was caught by surprise when the foot took charge and shoved itself into his mouth, but he happily obliged by sucking on her toes. He reached his free hand to undo his pants and free his aching dick while he “made out” with the disembodied foot.

Little did Jack know, this would be his undoing as Tori’s feet managed to slip out of her sneakers and pull themselves free from the rest of her sleeping body once again, craving the same attention as all the other rebellious feet had received at the college.

Managing to not make enough noise to wake Tori up once they landed on the floor, her feet ditched her socks by the door before sneaking their way towards Jack’s bedroom. Jack, too occupied in licking the supple sole of Tatum’s foot, didn’t notice the door creep open until light poured onto the glistening toes.

He filled with dread at the very thought of being caught with a foot belonging to a total stranger, let alone worshipping and taking advantage of it while his cock was dribbling precum out in the open. Jack was completely frozen in fear until finally deciding to set the foot beside him as he looked toward the door.

He became quickly confused when he realized nobody was there.

“Must of been the wind?” Jack whispered to himself, trying to reason how the door open until a pair of feet hopped on the bed in front of him, wiggling their toes and made barely audible purrs.

“Wait, are you-“ Jack tried to question before Tatum’s foot began demanding more attention by rubbing her wet sole along his exposed shaft.

Jack moaned as he leaned back into his pillow, allowing his new pet to pleasure him while the intruding stepped onto his stomach. They looked familiar as he eyed the details, quickly putting together that they belonged to his sister. Jack squirmed under the attention to his cock, Tatum’s toes gripping the head of his dick lightly.

Despite this, Jack felt shame wash over him as he was exposed and **** to even just Tori’s detached feet while being so full of lust. He started to push himself up but yelped when her left foot hopped on his chest with enough pressure to **** him back down.

Jack started to freak out when the foot wouldn’t let up and kept him pinned on the bed.

“L-let me go!” Jack pleaded, trying to pull the foot off but to no avail.

Instead, he could feel Tori’s other foot join Tatum’s at his crotch. Jack tried to his best to be a man of steel against the sensations of the two feet competing for his cock. The grinding between the soft soles was becoming relentless, taking turns between stroking his shaft and massaging his balls. Finally, his body had betrayed his consciousness once they gripped both sides of his cock and started giving him a footjob, causing his hips to buck while he had arguably the best orgasm of his life.

Any feeling of relief switched to dread once he realized the three feet were taking turns and kept going, causing him to cum again and again until he started to black out from sensational overload. Just before he passed out, a foot crept into view and placed a big toe on his lips.

“Rest now, my sweet boy…” was all Jack could hear a woman’s voice say before being overtaken with sleep.

The next morning, Tori stretched in her bed, hoping everything was just a fever dream. But reality slapped her in the face once she couldn’t flex her toes. She felt her heart sink once she sat up and noticed her feet were gone!

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Tori whispered to herself.

“Language, Tori, language! Don’t you know it's impolite to swear in front of guests?” A voice said behind her.

“It’s not her fault, she’s doesn’t even know her place under us…” a similar voice added.

Chills were sent down Tori’s spine as she **** herself to turn around and look to see who was talking and looked on in horror at the sight of her own soles facing her from her pillow.

“It’s also impolite to stare, Tori.” Her left foot scolded, moving her big toe as it spoke.