She's a Four Foot!

"My silly little sheep! Where oh where are you my silly little sheep?" Bo Peep was getting quite distraught about your lack of progress in procuring her herd. "Oh Monsieur, we can not find them any place."

"I know." You sigh. "You wouldn't think it would be that hard to find a bunch of women flashing their little girl panties at people"

"Oui. They are very much proud of their pretty panties." Bo Peep agrees with a nod. "Euh, perhaps if we euh, make sweet passionate love on zhe floor they will come, no? They euh, know my moans of pleasure quite well."

You chuckle. "Yeah, sure that sounds great." Then you see her start trail her hand down the front of your shirt, towards the holy land. "Oh you're serious. Sorry, usually when women say that kind of thing to me, they're being ironic. Yes, yes, let's have sex, if it will bring your sheep to us."

"Oui, this is good." She turns around, and hooks her fingers into her ruffly panties. "You have been keeping my cul so safe, she wishes to give thanks." She then slowly frees her nice round bottom from the fabric, ever so slowly like the sun rising over a hill. They're smooth, pale, highlighted with blushes of red, and just a little shiny.

"Yes please." You drool, fumbling for your zipper. "What position do you think would make you moan the loudest? You know for your sheep."

"Yes of course, for the sheep." She ponders for a second, playing with her panties as she does, lowering one side then the other, lower and lower down her legs. "Will you fuck me like the chienne?"

"Hmm? The what?"

"The chienne, euh, how you say? The woof woof."

"Oh." You nod your head. "Doggy style."

"Oui! Fuck me like little blonde doggy woof woof."

You take out your pecker, and begin to run it along her bald pink lips. "It will be my pleasure." You enjoy the feeling of your head slipping between her sodden lips, up and down up and down, listening to her exquisite accent ooh and aah with interest. You press against her opening, and can practically feel her canal shift to welcome you. "And just to be clear, what's your name?"

She looks over her shoulder at you. "I am Bo Peep."

"Not Lacey?" Bro code, you couldn't betray Chad like this if she still knew she was his dreamie.

"Lacey? Who is this Lacey? I know of no Lacey. I am little Bo Peep, simple shepherdess."

You smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Michael! Michael!"

"Ah fuck! Come on!" You pull away from you delicious french prize and look around, only to see Lucy stomping towards you.

She pauses when she sees your cock facing the ceiling, and Bo Peep on all fours. "Oh am I interrupting something?"

You put your hand on the shepherdess' booty, and fondle it idly. "Yes as a matter of fact you are."

"We are looking for my sheep." Bo Peep adds helpfully.

Lucy cross her arms. "Well they're not going to be up there." She makes eyes at Bo Peep's glimmering snatch. "Listen I've got kind of a situation here, and I want your blood a little less south for this."

You bend over and rest your forehead on the small of Bo Peep's back, feeling great sex suddenly slip out from around your dick. "Okay, okay fine." You sigh and zip yourself up. "What do you need?"

"Look at this." Lucy holds her shoe covered hands out at you.

"Neat, shoes." She blushes, and kicks the shoes off, revealing the feet hidden within. "Aaaaaah!" You scream, in shock. Actual shock. The woman had feet for hands! Everyone else you'd seen tonight, just become porn models. "What the heck is that?"

"I have feet for hands!"

"I can see that, oh my goodness." You squint at the little things. "I mean, it's kind of hot, but I can't even really process what I'm seeing right now. So weird." As you say that she whimpers and closes her eyes, like she's riding out a hidden pain. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." She clears her throat. "I'm fine, just don't call them weird okay? Or a freak! It's just a problem that we can deal with, okay."

"Okay."

"So..."

"So, what?" You ask.

"Fix it!" She screams.

"Fix it? What do you mean fix it? I check uniforms, I'm not a fucking fleshwarper."

"Oh come on! I know this is you! You make me wear shoes on my hand, you talk about me having feet for hands, and now this! I know there's something weird about you Michael! You're a witch!" She lets that hang for a second, and becomes a lot less sure of herself. "Or something."

"Wow, okay." You help Bo Peep to her feet. "Good luck with that, Bo Peep and I have some sheep to find, and a sausage to hide."

"Wait, you can't just leave me like this!"

"There's nothing I can do." You whine. "But you know what? You turn back to her. "I remember seeing a doctor walk in to the party. Maybe he can tell you what's wrong with you."

"A doctor?"

As she says that, two latex clad nurses squeeze on up behind her, their breasts ready to spill out of their revealing tops. "Like, umm did someone say doctor?" One of them asks with a giggling squeak.

"Aaaaah!" Lucy screams. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

"Tabitha, Ashley just in time." You take a random guess at who these two air heads could be. Bimbo nurses, awesome. Totally awesome.

"Tabi-who?" One of them asks a blank look.

"Ass-ly?" The other wonders. "Who's that?"

"Yeah, we're Tabby and Lyly, dummy." Tabby giggles rubbing Lucy's shoulders. Her sister is smelling Lucy's hair, so she takes over the conversation. "We can like, schedule you in for an appointment or something if ya want. Haha if ya cunt pffffft." She practically falls over with laughter at what she must have thought was a joke.

Lucy seems more or less clueless that these two shouldn't be trusted with a spoon let alone a scalpel. "Can you see me tonight? This is really urgent."

"He can totally see you (naked) right now!" The 'naked' what added in a whisper by Lyly, who finished smelling Lucy's shampoo and started pushing her toward's the doctor's office.

You following along, with Bo Peep of course. Her panties have tragically been pulled back up, and you have to make do with rubbing her precious ass some more. As you walk, she takes your hand, and pops your thumb in her mouth, sucking on it thankfully. Stressful night, for this simple country girl.

To your suprise there appeared to be a medical facility set up in the middle of the dance floor. It had curtains, an examination table, a counter and everything. "Woah."

"Hello there." The 6'4 Tanned doctor, says with a deep rumbling voice. How did he look so ripped even through his scrubs? "I'm doctor Hotson, how can I help you?"

"I'll say!" Lucy gasps.

You clear your throat. You're never going to have sex with this guy around. When he looks your way Bo Peep takes you thumb out of her mouth and starts licking it suggestively! Not only did she forget about having sex with you, she was using you for a prop! Cuck! "My friend here has a problem with her hands... they're feet. Sweaty, smelly feet. No average man could possibly be attracted to her like this."

The Doctor smiles at you... perfect teeth. "What's your name, darling?"

"Lucy?" She drools giddily.

"Well Lucy let's get you up in this chair and have a look." He helps her onto the chair and examines her thoroughly. There was a lot of boob grabbing. "Yes it's like I suspected. You have four feet."

"Well obviously!" Lucy can only be distracted by beauty for so long, and stupidity is her number 1 softener. "I can count!"

"No no, it's a condition called Four Feet. You can guess why." Lucy rolls her eyes. "But it also has some other side effects. Increased attraction to feet, a nymphomatic response to humiliation, loss of inhibitions. It's quite a sexual disease."

"It's feet!"

"For some." You agree, putting your hand on her shoulder. "But for some of us, it's so much more." This whole situation was pretty funny. She's skipped a few stages in your plans for her, thanks to her 'costume' or lack there of. Hilarious. "Doctor if we suck on her toes will it go away?"

"No." He answers, like that's a serious question. You are in a porno! "Sexual stimulation will only make it worse. If she starts to treat her feet in a sexual manner, she'll rapidly become a foot slut. Luckily we're caught her before that's happened."

Lucy laughs nervously. "Haha, yeah good thing. Feet are so gross, even if they're clean, fresh out of the slower, and all soft and pruney." Her eyes glaze over.

You squint at her. "Is there anything you can do for Lucy? Besides like... cutting her hands off."

Dr. Hotson nods. "I have one treatment that will make her life easier, if you're willing to be put under for a bit."

"Yes." Lucy jumps at the offer. "Anything, anything, just help me out here Doc."

The Doctor Shrugs. "Very well." He turns towards you, and Bo Peep. "I'm very sorry, but we're going to have to ask you to wait outside.

"Oh no problem." You grab Bo Peep's hand. "We've got sheep to find anyway. Good luck Doc. Lucy i'm rooting for you. I'll bring you something nice when you wake up!" The doctor then closes the curtains around his work station, hiding the operation from everyone.