Mira Birch, also known as MiraBitch on her various social media platforms, is a content creator. A very specific type of content creator.
At around 17 years old, in the peak of her High School career, she quit the cheerleading in favour of growing her audience. And eventually, it lead to being her career. At the age of 21, Mira is one of the highest earning Adult-Content Creators of the generation. She was comfortably living in her very large house in the City.
But this weekend, she decided to come back home.
And in the process, stumbled upon…
“A ring?” Mira said, leaning down. Her skirt catching the wind, revealing her behind to anyone who cast a gaze her way, “cute!” She said, picking it up, sliding it onto her finger.
She already had a vast collection of jewellery. All of which was expensive. But this random ring she’d happened to find on the ground seemed almost as perfect all the rest of them. If not absolutely the best!
“M-Mira…” a voice said from behind. Mira turned around to see a man around his thirties. His hair thinning, a scruffy goatee and a pair of square glasses. All of this on top of a prominent anime t-shirt,
“Yeah?” She asked,
“Oh wow. This is… surprising. I never would’ve expected someone like you to be in this run-down town!” He said, trying to act a lot cooler than he was,
“Nah, I grew up here. Do you… uh… want a photo?” She asked,
“Yes! I-if that’d be okay for you?” He asked, looking incredibly socially awkward, stumbling over his words,
“Yeah sure. I don’t care.” She leaned down. She could see the man periodically glancing at her legs and skirt. She wasn’t upset or even surprised by this, there’s no way a guy like this hadn’t seen her more mature content.
The man raised his smart-phone. Mira leaned down, giving the camera a little view of her cleavage. She smirked.
‘Wish I could’ve shown off more cleavage…’ she thought to herself, having worn a fairly conservative pink top today.
But in that moment, she felt a strange feeling. Her chest… it was warming up. She let out a deep sigh as a tickle of pleasure ran over her breasts.
SNAP!
The man took the photo. Mira fluttered her eyes, totally unprepared,
“Shit, sorry. I think I might’ve blinked. Do you want to take another one?”
“N-no… this is perfect!” The man said, staring at his phone with wide eyes.
Mira was a little confused,
“Can I see the photo?” She asked,
“U-uhm… y-yeah sure…” he timidly lifted his hand and showed her the photo.
Her cleavage… it was significantly more pronounced than she expected. In this top? Not was the size of her tits. She was a B at most, wearing a pretty normal comfortable bra. She snatched the phone out of his hand, looking at it closer.
“Weird…” she said, “Hey.” She started. The man almost came to attention,
“Yes.”
“Does my body look weird to you?” She asked, standing up straight.
“UHM.” The man almost died of a heart attack as Mira turned her body sideways, showing off her whole figure to him, “n-no…”
“C’mon… you definitely know what my body looks like. Is it different?”
He went an even brighter shade of red, “I’m not sure!”
‘Wish he would just fucking spit it out.’
“Yes! Your breasts look slightly bigger than when I first saw you.”
“Hm.” Mira said. Amazed by his sudden answer.
‘I wish he tells me his favourite video of mine.’
“The one where you cosplay Claire from Tale of Sionia and do all the foot stuff.”
“Oh shit…” Mira was amazed. He really would say anything, “you like foot stuff?” She asked. He timidly nodded.
‘I wish he turns into a shoe.’
Within moments, his body began to contort. His back bent upwards as his legs pointed directly downwards, his head and arms bent backwards.
He started to fall backwards. His body parts began to fuse, becoming thicker or thinner, pointier or more dull as they began to turn a bright shade of pink. His body snapped and bent more and more. Then his body started shrinking. Smaller and smaller until he was a simple pink heel.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” She said, picking ‘him’ up.
She turned him over, and looked inside the shoe. She saw a face! It was almost cartoonish. But instead of horror or pain, he seemed to have a face filled with lust, “that was incredible…” he said, his voice a little different. More wacky.
“You’re a shoe.”
“A-and are you gonna put me on?” He asked,
“Uhm… I guess. I mean you’re a cute shoe.” She said, then lifted her legs up and took off her current shoes, “guess I’ll need a pair. I wish I had two.”
The shoe suddenly vibrate before completely duplicating itself. She now had one shoe in each hand. Each one had a face.
The left shoe spoke, “is there…”
The right shoe finished, “…another one of me?”
“I guess so.” Mira said. She slipped the shoes onto her feet.
“This is amazing!” Left spoke,
“I think this is my lifelong dream. To be a shoe on a hot woman’s foot.”
“Me too!”
“Okay… you two are getting annoying.” Mira said, “I still wish you’re conscious or whatever, but you can’t talk anymore. Just let me do my thing.”
“Yes Queen—” they said in unison, then they both quickly shut up.
Mira was astounded by the rings powers. It just transformed a man into a shoe! And then doubled it! Was it really limitless. She was ready to find out.