Jenny wasted little time with the twins she summoned; a proximity search for the first pair meeting her conditions had produced a pair of twenty-six year old redheads. They weren't especially pretty, or remarkable, Jenny thought, instantly triggering the pair with a single word and a point of her finger towards the ground in front of her. "Down." Not only did the two kneel in front of her, one in front of each foot, but their eyes took on a vacant, distant stare as they fell deep into suggestibility.
"Both of you love my feet. You love them so much you want them inside of you, you want my feet to fill you."
Jenny snapped her fingers and the two were naked. She sat down in a nearby chair and wiggled her literal stocking-encased toes at the two redheads. She didn't expect what happened next, at least, it wasn't quite how she envisioned it happening. Both twins sat down in front of her feet, then held them and guided her toes to their vulvas, first pleasuring theirselves with her, and then, slowly, they began to force her toes into their tunnels, stretched lewdly around them. Jenny obliged them with a grin, leaning forward and patting both of their heads.
This only starts the next changes for the twins, their bodies stretching to accommodate Jenny's feet, bodies compressing down. Their legs bent upwards, flesh stretching all the way up to the back of Jenny's knee as more and more of the twins' bodies shrank down into a boot shape, with a thick mahogany wedge heel. Soon the flesh has become a living red suede with a zipperpull from the calf to the heel; Jenny's toes are firmly nestled in what were the heads and mouths of the twins, now her boots. She leaned over to the laptop, and ran the merging option. "This is amazing." She reached down, playing with the dangling zipperpulls, which sent a pleasant shudder through her body. She stood up, and with each press of the heels against the floor, she felt another wave of pleasure with the twins now serving as her boots, and more than that, a physical part of her body. She couldn't take them off if she wanted to. And she didn't.
Jenny returned a hand to the fabric oval of her stocking crotch, rubbing it back and forth as she went back to where Chloe and the horsegirl were still making out with eachother, pairs of fingers nestled in the caverns between eachother's thighs. She put a stop to that right away, making a few changes on the laptop, then hit enter, and - without so much as a warning, now perpetually on the cusp of orgasm, the horsegirl was instantly transformed into a sleek, black velvet minidress. Jenny snapped her fingers at Chloe, who came a few steps further out of whatever trance she was in. "Chloe, I want you to put her on me," Jenny commanded, nodding towards the half-crumpled dress. Chloe obliged, picking the living dress up and holding it out; It was sleeveless, with a very high neckline and a very low, plunging back. Jenny stepped into the dress, holding her arms out while Chloe pulled the horsegirl velvet dress up her body and got it situated, picking out every wrinkle as the living dress shrank down until it was perfectly fitted. And then as their bodies merged, Jenny felt the general, warm, pulsating pleasure of that near-orgasm all along where the dress contacted her. She shuddered, walking a few steps, then lifting the lower hem of her dress however much she could, testing. there was enough give as if it were any other black velvet dress, so she naturally went back to rubbing her sexless-yet-orgasmic crotch.
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