Cassy clenches her toes. She feels... very good. She feels weirdly... satiated, like she'd just eaten a warm meal and had the most amazing orgasm all at once, her body slowly coming down from the afterglow that simmered inside of her. Gina's shirt slipped down around her ankle and sbe shuddered as her larger sole touched the fabric. She gasped as Maddie's tights were briefly stuck on her right foot and she made a little grunt as she kicked them off.
"Oh... oh god... oh... wow... I... I need more." Cassy said.
The minds in her feet could hardly understand her anymore. They were lost in their attempts to pull their thoughts out of each other and try to remember... even their own names. The storm of conflicting thoughts were gone in a moment as tile pressed into their flesh. Their voices melded and merged into one as cool tile met hot, warm, wet skin. They felt the divine pressure and their host shuddering from the sensitivity feedback. The blood flowed through them and they felt their thoughts drowning in the minute tension of toes, the slick peeling that sounded like a storm to their larger form. They were feet, they were... just... feet, lost in movements and tensions and electric pleasure.
"I need more, I need more right now!" Cassy said.
She stood and gasped and practically felt the blissful feet below her. It was a thought of feet, footness, something she'd never experienced before and entirely the center of her world. She felt buzzing pleasure and a need to feel that again.
She turned toward the door, stumbled into the hall, unused to her larger feet. The concentrated pressure lit her inside and felt like it would core her out until she felt the weird chorus of her feet driving her.
"Oh fuck, fuck, feet! Feet!" Cassy said.
She stumbled through the carpet and out of her front door, shanking, crying out as she left sopping footprints out of her apartment door and into the hall. Her left big toe catches on the carpet and she gasps.
Trotting up the foyer into the hall was one of her neighbors. Cassy couldn't even remember her name, just knew she had a puff of brown hair and big, round glasses, a turtleneck that hid some of the pudge around her waist. Cassy always called her Pug Girl because she looked to young to be a lady but her glasses magnified her eyes into a pair of round, slightly outward pointing orbs.
"Oh my god, are you okay? Have you been hurt?" Pug Girl asked.
"H-help me, p-please, please help me, m-my feet..." Cassy groaned as she felt her feet practically pulsing under her.
"Wh-what? Your... feet? They're... warm... are you running a feev-mmmph!"
Cassy pushed the right foot straight into Pug Girl's face. As she did she pressed Pug Girl back and slid forward on the left foot, pressing it firmly into Pug Girl's leg. Cassy slid up her right ankle and squeezed with her left toes when she found Pug Girl's skin. She felt the warmth again as Pug Girl's glasses snapped and slid from below the sweaty soles and dropped to the floor. Pug Girl dropped to her knees and Cassy's left foot squeezed into her pants, sliding up her thigh and soaking Pug Girl's pants in sweat. Pug Girl's cheeks wobbled and groaned as her head was squishing and tensing and sinking into Cassy's foot. She twitched and tried to push Cassy's left foot out from between her legs but only felt her fingers sinking into the muscle. Cassy gasped and shuddered and groaned and kept soaking her panties in her sexual fluids, squishing and warm and ripe with a smell much like sweat.
Pug Girl felt the bliss of footness sliding over her as her clothes slid along her shrinking form, the feet tugging her and surrounding her in sweaty flesh and muscle and hot blood. She tried to pull and the feet twitched and scretched and tugged with the remains of her arms in the right foot and legs in the left, soft groans from several voices emnating from the condensing feet.
Cassy had pulled her sopping shorts and panties down, tugging off her bra and rubbing herself violently, her whole body sweating and blushing, flushed with blood. She ripped open her shirt buttons and slid her fingers over her nipples. She felt powerful, larger in general maybe? She wanted more, the strange power flowing into her.
And her feet were massive. Easily as large as the largest men's feet she'd ever seen, but smooth with long toes, plush soft flesh on top and the tingling, sensitive, firm curves of ankle, ball of the foot, the well defined arches. She stared at her feet for a long moment and just tensed and relaxed her toes. One of her hands shot straight to the opening between her legs and rubbed. She groaned and hungrily rubbed at her own flesh as she felt the tension of her weight on those amazing, sensative feet.
The three... or one? Or parts of, or subsentient foot consciousness, felt the cofused, lonely memories of Pug Girl slide in amongst them for a moment before their massive shared form shoved them back into the urgent, obliviating bliss of foot sensations. The pressure as their owner rocked and hungrily fucked herself, feeling their large forms sliding and tensing with muscle, like an impossible amazing stretch, like their own shared masurbation session that would have, and probably did, break human minds. The newcomer didn't stand a chance, annihilated into the all present footness, overwhelming what used to be her into the unavoidable it, both lacking any control and urgently driving their host.
Cassy huffed and panted and kept finger fucking but... felt... the peasure wasn't coming as strong when she was touching herself. She couldn't just masturbate, it wasn't nearly as good as... devouring people with her feet. She needed to touch her feet, to rub them, to feed them.
"F-f-f-feet, feet! Feet! Mmmnnh feet!" Cassy huffs and pants.