Toetally!

Three days passed since that night at the bar, and Wendy and her foot were officially together. Normally, living cohabiting with someone so soon would be ill-advised; but Wendy decided, given their circumstances, to make an exception. Not to mention, the two had technically known each other for quite some time.

Tonight, Wendy found herself at home slumped before a table full of scattered notes. Her studies were finally catching up with her, and there was little choice but to bury her nose in the books. “Linear Algebra, 10th ed.”, read one of the decrepit covers.

For the past thirty minutes, Wendy’s index fingers have stayed firmly glued to her temples, as if, through sheer power of will, she could **** herself to absorb the myriad of indecipherable formulae and equations. Despite these considerable efforts, she had yet to read a second page.

A few feet beneath her chair, her legs hung about in stark contrast to one another. Her right foot, clad in a white ankle sock, rested firmly against in the ground, reflecting Wendy’s present concentration. Meanwhile, her left foot bared itself and remained very much animated. Hovering a few centimeters above Wendy’s phone, which she’d placed on the floor, it nimbly navigated the touch screen with its toes. Surprisingly, fingerprint id could also be set up with toe prints. Who knew?

Her foot had been taking full advantage of the time since becoming self aware. It had learned all about the internet, and websites like Reddit or Amazon, things entirely foreign to life as a foot. Wendy, of course, was more than happy to let her new companion use her phone while she studied. It could have fun exploring the web, and she could focus without feeling neglectful; it was a win-win.

“Wendy! Wendy!”

Her own leg emerged in her periphery. Naturally, her foot soon followed, happily plopping itself on the table, next to her books. Gripped tightly between its toes was her phone, held so that Wendy was being shown the screen. On it, she saw an Amazon listing.

“Portable Foot Spa.” Wendy read aloud.

“Did you know they sell these!?”

Wendy let out a small chuckle, turning back to her books before responding.

“I did. They sell a lot of cool stuff on there.”

“Wow…” Her foot sounded amazed, “C-can we get one?”

Once again breaking from her studies, Wendy leaned over to take a closer look at the product listing. Her expression quickly turned to one of **** as she skimmed over the price.

“Oof. Sorry. We’d have to break the bank for something like this.” Wendy shrugged, “Too bad you decided to date such a broke loser.”

“N-no!” Her foot quickly retorted. “T-that’s not true…. I think you’re great…”

“Aww. Thanks, Elle.”

Elle was the nickname Wendy had given her foot, a little something to smooth their conversations. Pronounced like the letter “L”, it stood for left, as in her left foot. Elle loved her new name, as was something all her own that Wendy had picked out just for her.

“A-anyways, who needs stuff like this. There’re so many cool things online for free! Like… I’ve been watching these videos about shoes and…” Elle continued on, quickly getting lost in her enthusiasm.

Wendy simply smiled and listened.

A few hours later, the two were ready for bed. Wendy tucked herself snuggly beneath her comforter before Elle emerged to take her familiar spot next to Wendy on their pillow. They laid facing each other, Wendy’s contorted leg hidden surreptitiously beneath the covers.

“Did you have a good time today?” Wendy asked.

“Mmhmm!” Elle eagerly nodded. “There’s so many different websites!”

“You’re definitely right about that.” Wendy chuckled before yawning, “We should get some sleep though, I’m exhausted!”

“Me too.”

Goodnight, Elle~”

“G-goodnight!”

Wendy leaned in, planting a quick kiss on the ball of her foot before closing her eyes. Within minutes, she was sound asleep.

Elle, on the other hand, was having some difficulties doing the same. While she laid there, staring at her owner’s **** face, she couldn’t help but think back to earlier this evening.

Between watching shoe shopping videos and marveling at foot care products, Elle managed to stumble upon a rather interesting website, CHYOA.com. Mistaking it, at first glance, for a public forum like reddit, Elle was quickly astonished by what she discovered—a litany of fictional adult stories, each more fantastically lewd than the last.

Her immediate reaction had been to close the window, but curiosity got the better of her. With Wendy fully absorbed in her books, it surely wouldn’t hurt to read a teeny bit more about these subjects. Despite being a foot, she was technically in a committed relationship now, and she should be expected to perform.

Thus, with equal parts trepidation and intrigue, Elle engaged the search bar with her big toe. After pondering for a brief moment, she entering the first thing that came to mind.

F-E-E-T. Search.

Lo and behold, within seconds the algorithm produced an entire catalogue of racy feet related tales for her viewing pleasure. And view she did.

By the time Wendy decided to pack it up, her foot had digested half a dozen fetish fueled stories. Elle remembered silently thanking Wendy’s exhaustion, else her owner would surely have noticed how warm her sole and toes had gotten.

Now that they were in bed, Elle simply couldn’t get the site and those stories out of her mind. Thus, discreetly, so as not to wake Wendy, Elle reached across to the other side of the pillow and retrieved her partner’s phone. She was about to hit the power button when she realized the light from the screen might be disturbing. So, she carried the phone down under their covers to the foot of the bed before turning it on. It took only a minute for Elle to be ankle deep in another story.