Xandal had tapped at the phone’s screen and, to Steve’s relief, neither of their waters broke. That didn’t mean that Xandal had kept her word and changed the sentence to:
“Steve still thinks that there is a way out of this without giving birth, but either she or Xandal are going to go into labor by noon tomorrow.”
Of course, Steve had no way to know if or even how Xandal had changed the sentence. Xandal’s body was able to stand up, while Steve’s was stuck on its hands and knees. From his position on the floor, Steve wasn’t able to see what Xandal was doing on the phone. Not that it mattered, of course, since Steve wouldn’t be able to read anything on the screen, but the fact that Steve was stuck in such a submissive position only drove home just how vulnerable he was.
Xandal finished up with the phone before telling Steve, “Well, I did as I promised. One of us will go into labor by noon tomorrow. I really hope its me but, until then, I decided to order us a pizza.”
Reaching down, Xandal had grabbed Steve’s slave collar and, with a few more taps to the phone, was suddenly holding a leash connected to it. Taking a seat in the computer chair, Xandal had pulled Steve under the desk before using his breasts and face as a footrest. Fortunately for Steve, the app had transformed Xandal into a well bathed lioness whose feet had the faint earthy but otherwise neutral scent.
Not wanting to provoke Xandal any further, Steve had simply laid under the desk on his side while the lioness’s paws had rubbed around on his face and breasts. There was the sound of a tap on the phone’s screen and that earthy scent between the Xandal’s toes seemed to intensify into a sweaty and repugnant smell that, despite how disgusting it seemed, Steve found he couldn’t pull away from.
Another tap and Steve noticed just how big the foot pressed into his muzzle truly was. Its sole was almost the size of his entire face and covered in a firm leathering pad. Five plump toes stuck off the front of it, each with own pad that seemed to radiate the foul smell of sweaty lion foot. Still, Steve couldn’t bring himself to pull away. In fact, he found himself reaching up and taking hold of both of Xandal’s feet, pressing his nose into the gaps between the toes on one foot, while he pulled the other deeper into his plush breasts.
Another tap and Steve found that sweat between Xandal’s toes… repulsive. It smelled like a bad armpit and tasted even worse. Wait a second, Steve thought, tasted? His tongue was lapping out of his mouth as it licked the stinky sides of Xandal’s unwashed toes. God, it tasted so bad, but he felt his cunt growing wetter and wetter and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
“Steve has a fetish for licking feet and watching other people give birth,” Xandal laughed from above the desk, “how do you like that, Steve? Enjoying your new foot fetish?”
“Eyyhhh…” Steve tried to respond, only to be hampered by the lioness toe filling his mouth.
“How about I change this a bit more, hmm? How about instead of wanting to watch other people give birth, I make it so that you want to give birth yourself?”
“Nwoo!” Steve cried out. “Pweawse…” Steve took another lick, “dwon’t…” Steve tried to beg, but his cunt was so wet, and all he could think about were those huge, sweaty feet rubbing up against his face.
“What’s that Steve? I can’t understand you. Was that a yes?”
No! Steve didn’t know what to do. Despite his gravidity, his cunt was burning with arousal over the feeling of Xandal’s big, meaty feet pressing into his body. Steve knew that if he didn’t do something. The app was going to alter his mind, and possibly even his very soul. But what could he… how could he?
With a last, desperate thought, Steve took his hand off the foot pressed against his face, brought it down to his cunt, and tickled the small nub sitting above his vagina. A small spurt of pleasure zapped out of his clit, his mouth detached itself from the lion foot that had been occupying it, and his head moved back as he let out a small moan. This was it; this was his chance!
“Please Xandle!” came a lusty, moaning beg, “please don’t make me want to give birth. If you did that I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t be me.”
The lioness pulled her feet away from Steve’s body, granting him a brief moment of relief from his body’s new… need. “Oh I suppose you’re right. That wouldn’t really be fair, would it? Steve, as your mistress I order you to no longer be aroused by my feet. And I’ll leave the other part of that sentence alone, not that I have much of a choice since I used up all of my changes and have to generate a new sentence anyways.”
Steve felt the heat in his cunt grow dull as the thoughts of Xandal’s feet disappeared from his head. Panting with relief, Steve didn’t have long before there was a loud knock on the door. Standing up, Steve felt his collar constricting around his neck as Xandal walked to the front door, giving it a good tug as she did so.