A life of bliss

Prior to the incident, Fiora’s interactions with Alyssa were rather infrequent. What, with her constantly busy schedules and Nia being her best friend and everything, Alyssa never needed to talk to someone outside her social circle. She wasn’t mean per se, she just didn’t talk to Fiora aside from the occasional “Hi!” or “Good Morning!”

But ever since the meeting room incident, she basically visited Fiora each and every chance she could. The “Alyssa” that controlled her body was particularly interested in Fiora after he gave her the reigns, and would seek his company to learn more about his preferences. Alyssa would often wear flats or slip-ons at work, and whenever she spotted Fiora, she would play with her shoes and bare her soles. Fiora tried his best to focus on his work, but it almost seemed as if his eyes were automatically locked onto Alyssa’s soles, and would subconsciously drift away from his computer screen to stare at the endless sea of wrinkles before them. He swore that he could still make out a face from those wrinkles, which seemed to glance at him every now and again before disappearing.

But with Alyssa spending so much time with Fiora, this also meant neglecting Nia to a certain degree, which definitely started to piss her off.

And a pissed off Nia also meant a pissed off pair of Indian Feet. Though they weren’t as flamboyant at showing themselves off like Alyssa’s feet, they still occasionally showed up in black ballet flats or sandals, and he could see Nia’s toes bouncing and wriggling within them, as if they were talking among themselves. Nia would occasionally look down at her feet, then look back up and catch Fiora staring at her feet, angrily shoving them back into whatever footwear she was wearing or hiding them.

Geo just seemed oblivious. Her feet were in boots and sports shoes anyways, so there was always a sock or zipper that kept them hidden away from Fiora’s sight, and Geo seemed none the wiser about the incident that happened in the meeting room.

Just as Fiora began to wrap up his work for the day, he was approached by Alyssa, leaning over his desk.

“Hey!” Alyssa chirped. “I know you’ve been working really hard on that project of yours, and I was gonna ask if you were free tonight? I think you deserve a reward for all that effort you put in.” With heavy emphasis, she drew her gaze to Fiora’s crotch, which seemed to elicit a reaction as it began to grow and tug at Fiora’s briefs.

“Ummm... yeah, sure!” Fiora mumbled out, caught by surprise both by her bluntness and the growing erection in his pants. In his peripheral, he could see Nia look over and give him the stink eye before heading to the break room.

Alyssa looked Fiora up and down before pulling out her iPhone and typing out a message. Fiora’s phone buzzed in his pocket as she stood up straight. “Meet me at this address later at 9:30. Don’t be late. You don’t wanna keep me waiting.” Alyssa smirked, then turned around and left.

Fiora pulled out his phone, then keyed in the location on google maps. The location of choice was a nice, classy bar about a kilometer away from the office that served some super Instagramable cocktails. He looked at the time. 7:30pm. That gave him enough time for a leisurely shower and change of clothing before meeting Alyssa at the bar.

But before he could even shut off his phone, a sinking feeling struck his heart. He knew that Nia had been having some rough days with Alyssa this past week and he felt that he was mostly to blame. With a heavy heart, he headed to confront her in the break room.

What he expected was an irked, feisty Nia ready to tackle him to the ground and make him pay for the sudden changes to Alyssa’s personality.

What he got was a silent, contemplative Nia that felt that the empty bowl before her was much more interesting than going home.

“Hey, Nia.” Fiora began. “I get that Alyssa’s been hanging around me a lot lately and that she’s not been paying as much attention to you as she should be,” He paused. “And I think that’s partially my fault, and I don’t know how to fix your relationship with her so...” Fiora went silent, unable to form a coherent sentence. Nia didn’t so much as bat an eye, staring pensively at the bowl.

“Look, I get that after I chose her feet over yours and came on them during that time at the meeting room, but I don’t wanna make a decision you’re not comfortable with. And I don’t think it’s even Alyssa controlling her body anymore. It feels like she’s got a whole new personality now.” Fiora continued.

A minute of awkward silence went by.

“If you’re mad at me, I get it. You have all the reason in the world to do so. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to fix this.” Fiora turned to walk out of the door,

“That’s the point.” Nia said. Fiora whirled around to see Nia’s distraught expression looking back at him.

“I don’t know how to fix them.” She responded back.

Fiora was puzzled. “What do you mean by ‘them’?”

Nia sighed and grabbed her bowl, washing it in the sink. “I mean, Alyssa and her feet. I guessed that something’s possessed her and it’s got something to do with her feet. I also think you’re partially to blame with what happened when you came all over her feet in the meeting room.”

Fiora was stunned. “How do you know...”

“Because I told her, dummy.” A muffled third voice chimed in, this time from the ground.

Nia put her bowl on the drying rack, sat down at the break room table facing Fiora and slipped off her flats. Nia’s toes flexed and curled at the fresh air running through them, the cold air tickling her bare soles as they scrunched at the bright office lights.

Nia’s feet turned their soles to face Fiora, scrunching and flexing her toes as if to wave hi. Fiora waved back, before looking at Nia, who smiled at their interaction. “I knew my feet were a curious bunch, but I didn’t know they liked you so much.” She laughed.

“Anyways,” her feet began. “I think you know that the sudden personality change occurred after you blew your load all over HER soles.” Nia’s feet jealously said. “At least he didn’t ruin my pantyhose!” Nia chimed in. “If you can get Alyssa’s feet to experience a similar level of arousal like the one she felt at the meeting room, then cum on them, there’s a chance that we can reverse the process and get Alyssa back.” The feet said, spreading their toes at the last word.

“But how do I know that Alyssa will want to switch back?” Fiora asked.

Nia looked at her feet as her feet turned their soles to face her. They turned back to face Fiora. “My god, you’re dense.” They said in unison. “Do you even know how badly she’s been treating her feet since the swap? I don’t think she’s washed her feet since that day!” Nia’s feet said, balling their toes in anger. “I’ve caught a few glances at Alyssa’s sole face, and every time it’s either crying or just staring into the nothingness.” Nia replied back. “We both want the real Alyssa back. And we think you’re the only one who can do it.”

Nia’s Feet pointed and flexed as if nodding their heads in agreement. “Just remember, only cum on them when Alyssa’s state of arousal is the highest. If not, you might just end up accompanying Alyssa as righty.”

Fiora gulped. A lifetime as someone’s foot was not a life he’d be willing to take up, even if it was something his cock would certainly stroke to.

Nia put her feet down and slipped on her flats. “I don’t know what she’s got planned for you tonight, but don’t let your guard down. I’ve known Alyssa for about 10 years at this point, and she’s incredibly quick-witted and smart. I expect her possessor to be just as smart or even smarter, so be wary of any fast tricks she might try to use on you. All the best.” She said, smiling as she left the room.

Fiora looked at his phone. 8:30pm, it read.

In an hour, he will bargain with the entity in charge of Alyssa’s body to get her life back.

The bet was placed, and the stakes could not be higher.