They Wait for the Next Day

The sun had peaked over the horizon marking a new day. And of course, Kirsty was just beginning to wake up amidst it.

Sitting up Kirsty wiped a bit of drool that had escaped during her sleep before she licked her lips. Her tastebuds were greeted with that same taste from last night,

“God...what is that taste?”

It wasn’t that she didn’t like what she tasted, far from it. She actually loved it. But she just couldn’t pinpoint where it was from.

Looking down at her exposed breasts she saw them unusually perky. Cupping both of them and giving a quick, firm squeeze she smiled before her attention turned toward her two appendages at the opposite end of the bed.

Her feet.

Pulling them up before resting them against the bed, Kirsty examined them over completely. For the first time she properly noticed Brad’s ring adorned atop her right foot’s toe. She pulled her foot up to her face, each wrinkle and intricate detail now on full display.

“Now how did you get this ring?” Kirsty muttered more to herself but her foot took it as a queue of sorts, the wrinkles on her sole coalescing into what Kirsty could only describe as a foot trying to smile. Her foot waving it’s toes at her to boot.

Putting her foot down Kirsty giggled,

“Well it does look pretty good on you... and way better you than him.”

Kirsty wasted no time putting a top on before heading downstairs for a quick breakfast. And almost immediately she was back in her room getting ready for a morning run when she decided she’d do something for her feet.

She pulled out her nail polish set and took a seat on the ground, her feet wiggling their toes in eager anticipation. But the moment she opened the set, her phone received a notification pulling her attention away from her feet for a moment.

Kirsty shook her head, choosing to attend to her feet first. But when she turned around she was met with a peculiar sight. Her right foot held a brush between its big and second toe and was painting the colour purple on her left foot’s nails.

“...huh?”

Her rogue foot moved on its own to her face, so close that Kirsty could feel her own breath tickling her foot’s sole. Her foot loosened its grip on the brush signalling for Kirsty to take it away, an action she obliged.

Before moving back to it’s twin her right foot gave a gentle boop on Kirsty’s nose, an act that made her snort.

“You two really are eager huh?”

Her feet turned her whole legs around with incredible flexibility that she never knew she had and presented their toes, each one wiggling at her as if they couldn’t sit still.

Only a handful of minutes passed before Kirsty had finished painting the last toenail.

She watched as her toes wiggled in excitement all on their own causing her to let out another giggle,

“Alright time to go.”

Changing into her running attire Kirsty made her way downstairs and through the front door before starting her run.

And the moment she did she decided that this would be her longest run yet.

Kirsty powered her to Maddington, but instead of only going halfway into the town and taking a break she ran through the whole thing with no breaks. She ran along the edge of the town, spotting a woman jogging and making their way into the forest that surrounded the place. Oddly enough it looked like the woman was trying to turn around but her legs wouldn’t respond.

“Stop! Where am I going!?” The woman yelled.

Kirsty has slowed down for a moment, watching as the woman marched deep into the forest.

Not entirely sure what to make of the situation but not seeing any imminent danger being posed to the woman, Kirsty picked up her pace and began the final stretch home. And it was at this point that she felt like her feet were more responsive than ever, like they felt more alive. But she could also feel just how much they were aching,

“Almost there...... I can do it...” Kirsty panted, feeling her feet burning.

Not long after her home came into view, spurring her forward. Kirsty broke into a sprint pushing herself past her limit before bursting through her front door, struggling up her stairs, and collapsing on her bedroom floor. The sound of shallow breaths filled the silence of her house as she closed her eyes.

And not ten seconds after did they shoot back open.

Two muffled feminine groans also filled the silence. Sitting up Kirsty scanned her room for the perpetrators but couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary. She went to slowly get to her feet but found she couldn’t move her legs.

“What the...?”

Almost as if on queue her legs began to move but not on her own volition. They wobbled slightly as she watched her feet use each other to pull off the shoes that adorned them. As this happened Kirsty heard more groans emanating from her feet.

With the shoes off, her feet got to work on the socks. Her right foot leaned over and started tugging the sock off her left foot all on its own. With each tug more of Kirsty’s bare foot was revealed, almost like her feet were giving her a strip tease. After what felt like an eternity the sock was pulled over her left foot’s toes, the light glistening off each one from all the sweat that coated her foot. She watched as her foot stretched out it’s toes, all on its own, at the cool air flowing between them.

A sigh of relief followed,

“Ah.....finally.”

Kirsty then watched as her left foot visibly turned itself to ‘face’ her right foot still clad in the moist and sweaty sock.

“Hurry up!”

One of the voices, still muffled, snapped as her right foot firmly stamped the ground.

Her left foot moved over to the right and expertly grabbed the sock between its toes before pulling the garment off entirely.

The second voice gasped for air,

“Fucking finally!”

Kirsty’s feet laid themselves back on the ground, their groans now louder than before as they relished the feeling of the cool floor. Kirsty herself was dumbstruck as she’d finally put two and two together.

The voices belonged to her feet.

“Kirsssssty!”

Her feet, just like in the morning, turned her legs with incredible flexibility and faced her with their soles. Their wrinkle-made faces looked exhausted as they were covered in copious layers of sweat.

With all of this happening Kirsty almost didn’t catch what her feet said next,

“Massage meeeee~!”

“Rub me!!”