another day, another 50 minutes spent completely under her spell. he repeatedly mentally kicked himself for letting the curve of her arch and playfulness of her toes get to him. he had sat himself at his desk, dick hard against his dress pants before 30 minutes of class had passed. he remembered the grin that played on her lips as he had pushed his chair further in toward the desk. he watched her bite her lip as she probably pretended to work on her assignment. she was absolutely despicable. his frustration rose to a level that forced him walking in the direction of a store he had seen on his evening walks often, but never gave a second thought to. a magic shop, he’d usually walk by and scoff. but he suddenly got the urge, his aggravation and the coppery taste for revenge getting the best of him, to walk inside and see just what kind of use he could get out of this place.
the weighty purchase clanged a bit in its paper bag on his way home. his heartbeat began to quicken as he neared his street, thinking of all the stories attached to this new tool the shopkeeper had told him. worst case scenario, he just wasted 90 bucks but his determination was raw and unbreakable at this point.
he got home and took the heavy brass lamp out and rubbed it. he rubbed it hard. he sat at the edge of his bad and envisioned the soft tender texture of the nylons that ran down her thighs and hugged the arches of her feet so firmly. he concentrated on the bright orange color wrapping around her legs, swallowing them whole, engulfing the lower half of her body in the intoxicating floresence. his hand started to burn against the once cool to the touch metal. the intensity of his focus on his soon to be personal sex toy forced a swelling and throbbing feeling in between his legs and he could not help but shifting his thoughts around that blistering pain against his palm. he envisioned that it would carry through to her, wherever she was, laying in bed, relaxing, maybe even thinking of him. he wanted her to feel the warm burning sensation run all along her legs with the transformation as well as the ever rising pleasure that took place in his pants while he thought of her pussy, thighs, those sexy little toes and perfectly curved feet adorned permenantly in that orange fabric she teased him with so relentlessly.
he worked himself up so much, holding the images and sensations in his mind while doing his best to mentally instill all that energy into lamp. he put it down next to his bedside, laid down and hoped the magic had worked.
she laid lazily in the bath, the hot water sending small bouts of steam into the air. her body not quite submerged in the tub, her breasts poking through, nipples hard from the cool air surrounding the rest of the bathroom. she palmed her breasts slightly as she looked at her feet, perched up on the edge of the tub. she’d always found her feet attractive, the softness of her soles and the way they arched up meeting her cute little toes at the end. she loved to show them off though she didn’t think she ever had much of an audience until she walked into his class.
she saw his darting glances quickly turn into long interrupting gazes whenever she took off her shoes in class, dangling them by the tip of her big toe. it made her heart race and a warmness pool in her belly. but it wasn’t until she started wearing her various toe socks and tights that she realized her power over him. he would fumble over his words, losing complete track of thought when she saw her rainbow colored toes or would sit himself behind his desk for an unusual amount of time when she would extend out her bright orange nylon legs and feet. who’d of thought? her and her sexy feet could make this man, her teacher nonetheless, crumble into tiny little pieces of lust and frustration. she loved it, imagining how she was his naughty little school minx and thinking about it made her dive her fingers down in between her legs, letting out a deep sigh.
she stared at her feet, wiggling her toes for herself as she carefully massaged her clit, wanting to ride out her imaginative fantasy of her teacher finally giving into her after class. she closed her eyes tight as she slipped two fingers inside of herself. her legs spread, she started to feel her body already begin to spasm as she pictured him taking her on the desk.
then something started to feel wrong. her lower half started to tingle and then a searing sensation started swiping up and down her legs. her inner thighs started to heat up, as if she was experiencing a harsh rubbing like a brush burn. the pain shot all the way down to her toes, causing her to let out a stifled yelp which turned to a horrified gasp as she looked at her feet. a bright orange hue had started sprouting around her toes. the pain ignited further as the silky orange print swirled around the arch of her feet, hugging them tight and made its way upward, adoring her ankles. she began to feel dizzy as she saw the orange skin coil itself around her calves and could no longer hold back her terror as she attempted to jump from the tub. the colorful fabric began to creep up her thighs, the fiery sensation still coursing all over her lower half but beginning to collide with a tingling pleasure. she stopped herself, watching the flush new skin wiggle and weave up toward her vagina. a look of terror and bemusement frozen on her face until that small tingling feeling she felt in her inner thighs rose to an obscene level of pleasure, mixing with the burning pain in a way she had never experienced.
her eyelids started to flutter as she lay back in the tub, completely submitting to the terrible and exciting transformation. she could feel the sensation of the newly bright orange skin, now completely dressing her pussy, rising inside of her making her clit throb and her still white-hot thighs tremble in the bath water. the orgasm came fast and hit her hard, the wet and supple orange fabric that was now apart of her body practically vibrating. she let out a loud moan as it finally crashed into her, a familiar heat pooling. her heart beat so fast, her breathing became heavy and labored forcing her throat to choke out tiny gasps and squeaks as she rode out this intoxicatingly painful and sensual transformation.
her eyes still clamped shut from the intensity of her release, she attempted to regulate her breathing and regain the strength to slip her soaking wet body out of the bathtub. the pain dulled as the subtle left over vibrations between her legs began to subside. her now bright, bright legs still shaking, she carefully stepped onto the tiled floor and wrapped her weak body with a towel. she lay in her bed, her breaths still short and panting, and studied her new skin, stuck in an horror and awestruck-like trance.