Magic Feet: Stolen Away (Commission)

Commissioned by rs38v. A continuation of the story with new characters. There may be some hints about future developments here. Enjoy!

Ron was drunk. If he had been less drunk he might have found it strange that a beautiful blonde like Valentina had started chatting him up at the bar. She was alone, and he was with his friends, out celebrating his 21st birthday. Being good wing men all around, the guys had left him alone with Val to share a drink and chat.

She was a bit cryptic about her past, saying only that she was in town visiting a relative. He asked her what she did for a living, but all she would say was she was between jobs. She did mention that her hotel room was just a short walk from the bar.

On any other night, Ron would probably have just gotten her number and got in touch with her later. He was not the type to have one night stands. Still, it was a special night, and she was drop dead gorgeous. How could he possibly face his friends if he passed up this opportunity? So, he exited the bar with Valentina by his side, to the sound of cheers from his inebriated friends. Then, the two of them walked in a mostly straight line to her hotel.

In the elevator together, she started kissing him out of nowhere. He went along with it. By the time they made it to her floor, he had already begun to unbutton his shirt. She dragged him to her room and swung the door open to let him in. Then, she slammed it shut behind herself and locked it. There was something about the pause after securing the door that made him nervous. Ron started to worry if he would be able to perform due to how drunk he was.

"Would you like a glass of water?" she asked him.

It was the first time he had heard her voice without it being drowned out by loud music. It was surprisingly high and childlike, reminding him of a bird call.

"Yeah," he said. "Water would be nice."

Valentina poured two glasses of water from a bottle in the mini-fridge and passed one to him. He took a seat on the bed and she took a seat on a chair across from him and crossed her legs as she leaned back.

Ron chugged the whole glass of water, which cooled him down some. Then, he set the empty glass down on a side table by the bed. He was taking this momentary break as a chance to regain his composure some. Certainly, he did not want to come off as too eager. Still, when he looked back at her, he could not help but stare at her legs, hoping to get between them soon.

"So, Ron," she said, contemplatively tapping a fingernail against her glass of water. "Tell me, do you have any kinks?"

That caught him off guard. "Kinks? Like what?"

"Fetishes, sex play..." she said, smiling. "S and M?"

He watched as she slowly slipped off one high heeled shoe after another.

"I do have a thing for feet," he admitted, but immediately regretted the confession. Seeing her naked feet exposed had been too much of a turn on, it seemed.

Valentina smiled again. "That's perfect," she said. "I was just thinking how fun it would be to get my feet on you."

She stood up and approached him. When she was standing in front of him, he looked up at her gorgeous face and then down to watch as she lifted her right leg and rested her bare foot on his thigh.

Ron hesitated before responding. Although a momentary twitch of his fingers betrayed his desire to grasp her foot.

"You can touch it," she said. "Go ahead."

He lifted her foot up, cradling it in both hands, feeling the texture of her sole, the shape of her bones, the gentle curves of her bubbly toes. He started a gentle foot massage, wondering if it would be wrong to start sucking her toes without permission.

"Do you like to be dominated?" she asked him.

"Uh," he said. "Yeah." Why hide it now? A little humiliation did turn him on.

"Excellent," she said and finished her water in one gulp and then let the glass fall to the carpet. "I'm going to try something with you. I'm not sure how well it will work. I'm not even sure if it will work, but I think I should have the power now."

Not understanding her meaning, he replied, "Okay. Go ahead."

She closed her eyes and concentrated, and Ron felt something like a tingle pass through his body. At first he thought he might be light-headed from all the alcohol, but then he noticed some strange things happening to him.

His clothes felt a bit loose all of a sudden, and his shoes slipped off of his feet without even untying them. Looking up at her, he felt intimidated. Somehow, she seemed even taller than he had noticed before. He could have sworn she was shorter than him when they met.

She smiled gleefully, looking down at him. "Wonderful," she said. "I do have the power."

"Val," he said. "What's happening? I feel... weird."

She lifted her foot up to his face, resting her toes on his lips. "Give them a taste," she said. "Would you?"

Ron was not about to argue with her. His tongue started licking her toes, tasting the pungent sweaty residue on them. It was the first time a girl had ever let him lick her toes. It was the first time he had ever even considered asking to do it. There was something simultaneously unpleasant and exciting about it. He felt humiliated, to be her foot-licker. Though, it turned him on, feeling her force her toes into his mouth.

Again, he felt that heady tingle through his body. His already loose clothes started to feel more draped on him than worn. Leaning back, his own shoeless feet lifted off the floor. In a moment, he was lying on his back with the ball of her foot covering the lower half of his face, his nose tucked between her toes. Somehow, he felt her heel reaching all the way down to his chest. Just how big were her feet? he marveled.

Valentina chuckled, looking down at him. "What a lovely little foot-slave you are," she said, giving his nose a playful squeeze between her toes. They seemed absolutely enormous, even thicker than his fingers.

She lifted her foot away from his face, giving him a momentary sense of loss, like a baby losing contact with his mother's nipple.

Ron watched as this seemingly gigantic woman lowered her underwear down under her skirt and stepped out of them. Then, she stepped up on the bed one lengthy leg at a time. He felt the weight of her cause the mattress to sink down around him. Then, she lowered her massive ass down onto his belly, trapping him beneath her.

"I have something else for you to taste," she said, sliding up his body.

He had a moment of claustrophobic panic as the weight of her approached his face. Her wet pussy slid over his chin, then his lips and nose. Then, her asshole came to rest on his mouth.

"Eat me," she demanded.

His tongue poked up inside of her, and he felt her quiver at the stimulation he was giving her. Again, he was in new territory. Never before had a girl let him eat her ass out. He barely even knew if he was doing it right. He tried to pay attention to her moans above him, even as she was muffled by her thighs surrounding his head.

Just when he worried about getting a cramped muscle in his mouth did she lift away from his face and crawl above him.

"Enough," Valentina said. "I want to try something different with you, my little slave."

Ron rolled over on his belly as she sat up on the bed in front of him, her bent legs spread wide, revealing everything beneath her skirt.

"Hmm," she said. He watched as her brow furrowed. She was trying to make up her mind, it seemed. "What do we do with you now? You're my little pet. How do I play with you?" Again, she was silent a moment. "I know," she said. "Come closer."

Obediently, he crawled in her direction as she lifted her right leg into the air. Then, she rested the big toe of her right foot directly on his nose, stopping him, and he felt that tingle again.

His nose seemed to stretch away from his face, as if it were being pulled back along with her toe. All the while, his skin seemed to come alive.

Everything shifted into strange proportions. His fingers shrank as his ears grew long and flopped over. Something sprouted from the base of his spine and grew long as his legs shrank. Meanwhile, all over his body, he could feel thick hair growing, covering his bare skin in a furry coat.

Before he had time to make sense of his transformed body, she had lifted her toe from his snout. Then, she reached down into his shirt and wrapped her hands around his chest, her enormous fingers nearly encircling his entire body.

She lifted him out of his tent-like shirt and held him in the air, effortlessly in front of her.

He whimpered in confused horror.

She shushed him gently and said, "No, no, no. Don't be afraid, little puppy. I'll take good care of you. Don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you. I promise."

His tail wagged in response to her soothing voice, but he was too confused to know if he should be frightened or comforted by her words. Instead, he just relaxed and went along with what she was doing. After all, she was enormous. There was nothing he could to to resist her, it seemed.

"Now," she said, lowering him back down on the bed to let him stand on his four paws. "Let's put that puppy tongue to work on mommy's pussy." She spread her legs a little wider, inviting him in.

He had a fleeting idea of running, but the sight of her thick thighs boxing him in made him realize that there was no point in trying to escape. He would do what she wanted. He stepped closer to her crotch, effortlessly walking on all fours as if he had done it all his life.

Then, he lowered his snout down and poked his impossibly lengthy tongue out from between his long fangs. He tasted her, sniffing up her musk in an overwhelmingly powerful inhalation.

He had never tasted anything so strongly. He had never had the sensory abilities of a dog before. It was intoxicating. Soon, he was greedily sliding his tongue deep into her dripping delicious pussy, hearing her whimper and moan pleasantly above him in her twinkling voice.

The sounds she made accelerated, getting higher, more excited. Then, his snout was flooded by her fluids as she came and shuddered. Her body went limp, and she lay back down on the bed to recover.

He sat back on his hind legs with his front paws still resting before him and waited for her breathing to calm down. Meanwhile, he licked his snout dry with his dog tongue, tasting the flavor of her dripping pussy that had soaked into his own fur.

Eventually, she raised her torso up, resting on her elbows to look down at him as he sat submissively between her legs. "Good dog," she said. "Now, it's time for you to play."

Her knees bent out sideways to let her feet creep up behind him, and sandwich him between their soles.

Again, his body tingled, and he wondered vaguely how she might change him now. He had given up trying to make sense of what she was doing to him. Everything seemed so impossible that he had begun to believe that this was all some alcohol-fueled dream.

He shrank. His fur faded away as his body reshaped into human proportions again, fingers growing back from paws, ears and tail shrinking away.

Her already enormous, feet seemed to swell larger and larger around him, growing as large as a pair of cars beside him. They kept on growing until they were like fleshy buses surrounding him.

He found he had begun licking the sole of one foot without even being prompted to do it. Some impulse in him had driven him to worship the power possessed by the feet that dwarfed him.

Ron nearly came right there, rubbing his naked body against her smelly foot like a hopeless worm beneath it, but before he could, she pulled the foot away, leaving him standing there alone and cold on the massive bed.

"I have a better place for you to have your fun, a place we can enjoy together," she said.

She reached down for him, and her hand totally encircled his body from the chest down. She lifted him like a doll into the air and held him up in front of her face. His mind could not even comprehend the scale of her features. Her nose alone was nearly half as tall as he was, and her mouth was sizable enough to fit his whole body inside of it from the waist down.

Valentina smiled, and he felt a moment of terror after seeing the size of her teeth. "Down you go," she said, and lowered him between her legs. Without a moment of hesitation, she plunged him face first up into her pussy. Then, he felt her giant fingers press his ass and legs towards her, burying him even deeper inside of her body, until only his feet were outside. Then, those too were pushed forward, and he was swallowed whole inside of her.

There was a moment of panic as he struggled to breathe, but he felt the slippery warm walls of her pussy slide apart slightly and a breath of fresh air filled the space vacated by them.

He looked down, seeing a light beneath his feet for a moment, her lips having been spread apart by her fingers to give him a little space.

Her voice, muffled through her body said, "Come for me."

He set aside his fear of suffocating, and started to rub his body against the slick warmth of the skin around him. The walls moved, and he looked down to see her fingers assisting him as he stimulated her weakly.

He could feel her accelerating her motions, masturbating herself with him inside of her. He felt a hopeless insignificance just then, realizing that he was little more than a sideshow to her own fingers.

Not wanting to be outdone, he started to thrust and writhe against her, stimulating himself and her pussy from within her.

"Yes!" he heard her muffled voice cry. "More! More!"

His whole body squirmed and flexed within her squeezing and dripping walls. The humidity and lack of fresh air was making him lightheaded, so much so that he thought he might pass out before he came. Then, he felt his whole world shudder, her body getting even warmer and wetter, and that put him over the edge. He blasted a load inside of her, and was immediately flooded by her own orgasm. Drowning within the flood of her immense pleasure, he felt himself glowing in ecstasy.

His strength gave out as he nearly lost consciousness. Dimly, he felt his body slide free of the wet warmth around him. He gasped for breath as he was deposited unceremoniously onto the bedspread.

The bed beneath him rose and fell like an earthquake had hit it. He was too exhausted and weak to do anything buy lie there as the world moved around him.

He wiped his face clear and looked around for her. He found her looming above him beside the bed. She towered above him, bigger than the statue of liberty, a skyscraper of sensual flesh.

"Now," Valentina said. "I think I've had enough fun with you for one night. That witch's powers are more impressive than I had even imagined, but I feel myself somewhat drained from how much I've used them already. I suppose she must have been feeling this way when I stole them from her."

Ron was confused, but that was nothing new. He only hoped that this was all a dream now.

"Would you like to be mine forever?" she asked him. "I could keep you, play with you. Or, I could wipe your memories, set you free. What would you wish?"

"You would make me forget?" he asked.

"You would never see me again. This would all be like a half-forgotten dream."

"If I stayed...?"

She smiled. "You would be my precious pet, my love-slave. I could keep you in so many forms. I might even..."

“Yes?” he asked, prompting her for more information.

“You agree then,” she said, smiling, having mistaken his reply as consent. “Good.”

Realizing his error, he thought of correcting her, but he did not bother. Why would he want to, anyway? Tonight had been pure delight all the way through. He would live with this choice, whatever it meant.

Her foot rose into the air above him, and he lay there, waiting for it, ready for it to shape him to her desires. Her toes touched him, and his body started to shrink even more. His already shiny damp skin became even more shiny. He slimmed down, feeling himself stretched out thin.

He watched his skin grow hard and shinny and golden as his body curved forward. Soon, he felt his whole self stretched into a band of metal, curving even more as it extended.

All the while, his face was still mostly as it had been, human and fleshy. She slid her pinky toe over his narrow metal body, and he kissed and licked the flesh of it as his legs and arms encircled the massive toe.

His golden fingers and toes meshed together and molded into a seamless band of metal.

Then, he felt his head solidify, with his tongue still resting against her skin. Somehow, he knew that his head had turned into a diamond, but he had no way of verifying this as he could not longer move at all. He had become only an inanimate toe ring, helpless to do anything but embrace her titanic toe within his loop, pressing his tongue to it with the eternal endurance of a diamond.

"That's nice," she said. "Maybe we could experiment a little more, though."

His face grew, getting wider and flatter. Meanwhile, he felt the rest of his body seem to melt and spread out over her other toes, wrapping over the top of her foot. His face continued to spread out larger and wider beneath her foot, losing its diamond hardness and getting soft and pliable. Soon his chin had spread all the way down to her heel as his forehead rested beneath her toes.

His mouth and nose and eyes were pressed flat as a pancake against the sole of her foot. His tongue still poked out, but it too had been flattened against his face. However, it still could taste her sweaty skin above it. That was where the changes ended this time.

Ron felt her foot slip out from on top of him, and he saw her looking down at him on the bed. Then, she lifted him and carried him over to a mirror so that he might look at himself. In her hand, he saw she was holding a simple neon pink flip-flop sandal.

Valentina set him back down on the floor, and he gazed up at her magnificent body, stretching out high above him. Then, she slipped her foot back into his straps and stood her weight on his soft face. He felt flattened out beneath her, but there was no pain. If anything, he was enjoying the sensation of being stepped on.

"Hmm," she said. "But, what will I do with my other foot. It's too late for me to find another pet."

She thought a moment, as he lay there helpless to do anything but wait beneath her foot.

"I think I have the perfect shape for you," she said. "You'll love it. I'm sure. It'll mean I can take you anywhere with me."

Again, his flesh flowed, reshaping into something rounded and thicker beneath her foot.

He became more solid now, while retaining some flexibility. His feet spread out into a rounded disk beneath him as his legs became only a single trunk leading up into the bulbous shape of his upper body and head.

Then, once he felt himself become smooth and rubbery all over, the changes stopped and she lifted her foot from him. She crouched down to admire him more closely. He could only gaze up at her, adoringly, hoping that he had become something that would please her.

She lifted him again and held him up before the mirror so that he could see what she had made of him.

At first, he did not recognize the black rubber object in her hand. It was something like a dildo, but not as lengthy and with a strange narrow bit just above the wide base.

Then, as she lowered him between her legs and angled him up towards her asshole, he understood what he had become. She slid him inside of her, and he slipped into place comfortably, plugging up her butt as he had been designed to do.

He felt the warmth of her body encasing him, and he knew that he was home, where he belonged.

"There," he heard her muffled voice say. "That'll be perfect for now."

Ron rested there up her ass, feeling himself grow warm from her body temperature, growing even more accustomed to his new purpose, filling her ass.

Time seemed to drag on uncertainly. Occasionally, he felt her ass checks shift around. He wondered if she was walking somewhere or if she were only shifting around in her sleep. He too felt something like sleep creeping in on him in spite of being an inanimate object.

However, he realized, whatever would happen next was for her to decide. His life was no longer his own, and that was just fine with him, he decided. Then, still filling Valentina’s ass, Ron fell into a deep sleep.