Kimberly sat on the couch, staring at her newly striped toes, dreaming lustily of kissing, licking, and fucking a pair of perfect feet.
But the change in colour was not the only thing these magical socks had in mind for her, oh no. That swiftly became obvious as her fingers tingled. For her fingers were not to remain her fingers at all... Kimberly's hands felt strange, and she had a fear of what was coming next. She groaned and tried to flex her fingers, the digits shrinking back and back and back.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the transformation as her palms plumped out, bones shifting painlessly into a new alignment. The stripes slowly crept down to her knuckles as if they themselves were taking their time about performing the complete change, fingers patiently becoming thicker and stubbier and far more like...
Kimberly sucked in a breath. Toes. They looked like toes.
And they were gorgeous toes, too. Fascinated, she tried to wriggle them, just a little, to test her control, and gasped softly as a rush of pleasure flickered through her like a flame sparking to a match, dancing and burning wildly.
Had... Had her feet always been so...perfect? She couldn’t have said what drew her to them, her eyes flicking between her natural pair and the ones growing and changing in the place of her hands, but the fascination was very real. All she wanted to do was wriggle those toes, see just how much they could move and explore them fully. Kimberly panted softly, an urge rising up in her to put her toes to her mouth and suck.
She’d never thought of feet in that way. She’d never thought of them as something delectable, something with so many curves and nuances that they were completely and utterly fascinating, a part of a woman’s body that could call up such risqué desire and raw, untamed need.
Experimentally, she flexed the new toes where her fingers once had been and groaned by reflex, a subtle shiver running down her spine. Had they really always been that erotic? Could she have simply not seen it, if it was something she naturally liked more on the female form rather than on a man? Or was it simply the fact that they were colorfully striped and all the more alluring simply because of that fact and that fact alone?
It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and let out a groan as she rubbed the toes on her feethands together, curling and uncurling them as if she was sensually testing the dexterity. They were almost as flexible as her fingers had been but she’d always known that she could pick things up with her feet, in an emergency, though she’d never really had cause to.
The stripes reached the heels of her new feet and Kimberly smiled with her lips parted, a strand of hair clinging damply to the nape of her neck. With the stripes working their way higher and higher though, running up her arms as smoothly as one would draw up a pair of arm-warmers, the lingering heat and discomfort would soon become but a passing memory.
The heat, however, needed to be satisfied, a burning need rising up from the pit of her stomach as she wriggled and flexed both pairs of feet and trembled bodily. Pressing her feethands together, she hissed through her teeth at the sheer sensitivity she found there, struggling not to roll her eyes back into her skull as she brushed both pairs of toes against one another and could simply hold back no more.
She had to have release.