“Sam!” You hear your mom call your name “breakfast!”
You get out your pajamas and slip on your pants fastening the belt with your toes, you briefly try finding some socks, but remembered you made hand feet so tough they didn’t need shoes and figured socks probably would fit your hand feet.
You run down stairs on the tips of your fingers till you reach the kitchen where you saw your mom making waffles with her feet hands like nothing was wrong.
You turned and saw your older sister Suzy was already sitting at the table wearing nothing more than a grey shirt and white panties.
Her soft pale pink painted toes were picking at something stuck in her braces while she texted someone with the other foot hand. You giggle to yourself at the comical display of your sister cleaning her teeth with a foot in her mouth. She turns to you and looks anoid. “What?” She asked.
‘Nooooothing.’ You coo innocently rapping your toes around one another.
The waffles finish in the four way toaster and your mom grabs all four in her well manicured toes.
She stacks them up giving you and your sister two waffles then lifts them up in her souls and places them infront of you both.
“Dig in.”
You grab a knife and slice the waffles into smaller pieces. You then grab a fork and start shoveling down the sweet golden bread, moaning with every bite.
Your sister looks up and moves away to eat her waffles on the other side of the table.
The thought that your mom made this with her feet. Touched it with her toes. Then handed it to you on her souls. It made the taist all the better.
Food prepared with the feet tasted better...