The evening carried on as planned, with the couple's bit of experimentation growing even more erotic for the both of them than either had ever expected. After only 5 hours, Jeff was completely in love with his new form, adoring the looks and compliments complete strangers gave 'him', and everything about his girlfriend's feet inside of him for that long had become heaven. If he didn't have a foot fetish before, he certainly did now~ As for Mary, well~ She was equally infatuated with everything the situation had brought them.
As the evening drug on, she had a hard time keeping herself from getting flustered by the mere fact of her boyfriend being completely at her whim, let alone him being little more than her lovely high heels~ That wasn't to mention that as the night drug on Mary almost forgot she was wearing heels to begin with thanks to how amazing comfortable Jeff was, and unlike all her other pairs, she had absolutely no trouble walking in him.
Every so often she'd offer her changed boyfriend a mental caress, enjoying a quiet moment in silent bliss as the hours blurred together. Even Mary's friends seemed to notice something different about her, especially in how she acted. She seemed so much happier! It wasn't until she got home that night that she finally realized the extent of their changes.
Jeff's bodies had changed mildly compared to Mary's. His heels had pushed up another inch, and he'd grown a half-inch platform beneath the toes, which in turn had opened up just a touch to reveal his girlfriend's toes, and an adorable bow had grown at the back of his cuffs. Other than that, Jeff was still a pair of black leather pumps, just as his girlfriend had wished. The only thing was, after a long 9 hours of being his girlfriend's shoes, neither Jeff nor Mary could really say Jeff was male anymore. He just felt so perfect under his girlfriend's feet, and as she clicked around her apartment, part of him had wished she'd chosen to seal him permanently~
Mary's changes were much more pronounced than Jeff's. He'd simply changed size and style, where as she was a good 5 or 6 inches shorter now, and her breasts felt perkier than usual. She'd never been very large in the chest department, so a sudden growth in her bust size was as much of a surprise as it was a welcome one. Her hips seemed wider as well upon further inspection, and once she got down to making sure, she had indeed changed drastically. She was down to 5 foot 1 barefoot, and only when she got to look in a mirror did she realize her hair had turned a dark mahogany red. About then it dawned on her, she'd given Jeff the ability to change not only himself and her clothing, but her body as well, and over the day he'd subconsciously shifted the both of them to his fantasy ideal. If she was going to be honest with herself, she wasn't complaining in the slightest.
It was about 2am by the time Mary settled down, her boyfriend turned footwear nested back on her dainty soles once more, taking the moment to just relax and share their time together. Jeff's mind just oozed pleasure, and as Mary curled her legs back on the couch, she couldn't help but stroke and pet her perfect new shoes. "Seems I made the right decision, huh?" She asked softly, smiling down at Jeff warmly. "I'll be honest, I never thought we could ever have this much fun, let alone with you being nowhere near human. You're the most amazing shoes I've ever worn and gods, the fact that it's you makes me so wonderfully hot and bothered...~”
There was no denying she well in truly turned on by all of this. Even just replaying the transformation in her head made her grow wetter, and the feeling of Jeff softly caressing and stroking at her delicate feet caused her to tremble lustfully. Jeff couldn't help it, he was in love. He adored those soles now, and the taste and scent was indescribable… he almost never wanted to leave.
Mary let out a soft huff and trembled, her arousal growing ever warmer as she sat there while wearing her boyfriend and basking in their shared feelings… it made what came next even more wonderful to her. Gingerly, Jeff’s girlfriend reached down and gripped his right sole, before slowly easing that half off her foot. With another hot, ragged huff, she lifted the heel to her nose and took a deep whiff of the inside, then tenderly started to trace her tongue up the side of her new shoe. Jeff was stunned. He never imagined his girlfriend would fall into such a thing, even after the events that’d unfolded throughout the day. It made his bodies warm and quiver with excitement, and deep mental blush radiated from him psychically, which only aided in pushing Mary’s own arousal onwards~ She hesitated for just a second, her tongue finding itself back in her mouth as she let a hot, ragged breath roll over her heel. It quivered delicately, and with the close of her eyes, Mary eased the shoe down between her legs and pushed the tip of the heel firmly against her soaking netherlips, adding a nice bit of pressure as she started to moan with erotic bliss.
In her head, Mary could hear her boyfriend’s pleasured moans as she eased the rounded tip of his toe into her warm passage. Her hips flared, body starting to change further at the whim of her lovely heels, making it ever easier for his body to slide in~ Her pussy gaped, aching to be filled as she pushed Jeff further and further, letting the tread of his soft soles stroke her inner walls before she eased him back in further, over and over again~ He was just a slave. A toy subject to her every whim, and the more she used him, the deeper he fell under her spell. No say in the matter, shoes didn’t need that~ Especially if their owner decided to use them as a wonderfully lewd sex toy.
Their lovemaking slowly came to its peak, with Jeff’s right half disappearing inside his girlfriend’s soaking pussy up to his heels before she finally came. Neither of them were quite ready to let things die down and in tandem, owner and heels worked their orgasm till both were exhausted mentally and physically, as physically as a pair of heels could be anyway.
The hours that followed were tender and loving, with Mary taking the time to deep clean both of Jeff’s halves and polish his leather to a perfect finish before he was finally sat in the closet next to her favourite pairs. He knew there wasn’t much time left before he turned back, and a good bit of him wanted to rush up the minute he was animate and redo the change permanently… but he didn’t wish to do that to Mary, not without her permission… About then it hit him, how deeply this had corrupted him. He was her slut, her needy little slave and he didn’t wish to disobey her at all. He truly was her lovely little heels no matter what.