Tales From the Feetiverse (part 2)

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I've managed to scrounge enough time to write a bit more these past few days so I am now able to show you a few commissions! Here's more of Tales from the Feetiveres starring Vanessa Vanderbilt!

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As Nessa plodded barefoot back into the gymnasium, the casual murmurs and lighthearted banter ceased. The students had since milled out from the locker rooms, many ripe with the sweat and fragrances of their own exercise and post-workout showers. Still, once Nessa entered, all eyes went to her as the talk decreased to a whisper.

Nessa took these gazes and felt her skin prick into goosebumps. She gave an awkward wave, opened her mouth to say something, gave up, then slid into the women’s locker room. Finally, empty.

Walking barefoot on the bathroom floors was a bit of a squick, but Nessa made sure to wash and dry her feet in one of the showers. The feeling of cold water rushing through her toes was a godsend to the stressed-out high schooler, and she may have been lulled into a slight sense of false security when a scruff from behind alerted her to someone’s presence.

“Huh?” Nessa asked. “What was that?” She turned. One of the girls had poked their head from behind a wall. “Cass? Did you leave something behind?”

Cass didn’t speak. Nessa was creeped out. “Uh, Cass?”

Suddenly, Cass snapped out of it. “Oh, oh! My bad, I’m sorry.” She slapped her forehead. “I was just… sorry, again.”

“Cass, it’s okay,” Nessa said with a smile. The girl was typically shy and unwilling to be forward. “You’re not bothering me or anything. Feel free to grab what you need.”

“Right, right,” said Cass. She nodded, apparently psyching herself up and stepped further in the locker room, presumably to grab whatever she left.

Nessa turned back to the reservoir where her feet hung free and dry in the air. She held one shoe and pulled on its heel, inserting her toes into the opening when Cass’s face poked from above her.

“Ach!” eeped Nessa. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh, my bad,” Cass said, her voice flat and unwavering. “You told me to grab whatever I needed.”

“Y-yeah,” said Nessa, still a bit creeped out. “So? What’s that got to do with me?”

“I need… your feet,” Cass said.

Nessa was silent. Her toes clenched in the air.

Nessa looked around for anyone else. The locker room was silent and empty except for the two of them.

“Um… n-no, thank you,” Nessa replied. She got up from the cistern, clutched her shoes, and pushed past Cass’s zombie-like glare.

“Nessa, please,” Cass croaked, falling to her knees as the pitter-patter of Nessa’s walk out of the locker room sped up into a trot, and then a jog. “Please…”

***

Nessa managed to squeeze her feet inside of her dress-shoes, but it wasn’t an easy task. And she was reminded of that difficulty with every step, even every clench of her toes as she made her way to her next class, veritably unnerved for a number of reasons. The first of which, quite obviously, was Cass’s behavior. What had gotten into her? She’d never been that… grabby, before.

Secondly, the school felt a lot… quieter. And it wasn’t as though Nessa couldn’t hear people – she definitely could hear them all in their classrooms and in the halls and in the offices talking. It just felt like more and more, when Nessa arrived… conversations came to a halt. This was noticed in the most extreme instances when Nessa stepped into her history class. She had only been one minute late, and the class was already engaged in a discussion about the French and Indian War. When she turned the doorknob and cracked open the door, the class fell silent in waves as they laid their eyes on Nessa.

Nessa stopped, like a doe in headlights. She wanted to leave, to back out, but the fact is this was her class. She’d just gotten out of the nurse’s office and a very weird session of gym, so she couldn’t just leave. Her mom wouldn’t even be fine with picking her up from school early anyway. She had to take it, no matter how much she didn’t want to.

So, Nessa gave a nervous laugh and tiptoed into the classroom and found her seat. She took a side glance; her seat neighbor Jaqueline was glaring at her. Nessa tried not to notice. She glanced behind her; Jonah was eyeing the undercarriage of her desk. Nope, don’t pay attention. Just look forward. Even though Richie who sat in front of her was taking odd, intermittent glances behind him, directly at Nessa.

What the hell. What is these people’s deal? Nessa had no idea if she was blushing or not, or if it was visible in any way, but she was getting hotter and hotter. The heat was too much to bear; and the way people were looking at her! She wanted to raise her hand, tell the teacher. But what would he do? It’s not like they were breaking any rules. Were they?

“Ahem, Nessa?”

From the front. Nessa looked over the heads of the students. Mr. Pine was beckoning her over. “I’d love to talk with you for a moment.”

“O-oh…” Nessa said. She scooched out of her desk and walked up to the front. Mr. Pine gestured toward the door, getting up and leaving the classroom. Nessa followed him.

The door slammed shut. Mr. Pine looked down at Nessa; another one of the younger teachers, this was his first year in the school. Most students hadn’t yet decided what they thought of him, but for the most part considered him nice enough.

“Now, Nessa. I’ve been noticing that you seem to be a bit distracted, today.”

Me?! was what Nessa would’ve said. But Nessa suppressed the urge; whatever the case, Nessa was the point of intersection between all the strange happenings in the school. So she reluctantly nodded.

Mr. Pine knelt slightly, facing Nessa at eye level. “Look, I know that things can be difficult. I just wanted to say, if you’re ever uncomfortable, or if you ever need anything, I’m here. You can always talk to me.”

Nessa’s heart tightened… she’d been so alone all day, the subject of glares and stares. It was a genuine treat to be offered such a wholesome expression of comfort.

“T-thank you, Mr. Pine.”

Mr. Pine smiled. “Of course. Why, even if all you need is a nice footrub, all you have to do is say the word; after class would be a great time for one, don’t you think?”

Nessa’s heart dropped.

“What?” she said.

Mr. Pine’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Did I say something wrong? I said…” then his eyes widened. “Oh, I see. You don’t want to wait. Well, I have no problem doing so now, so long as you make sure to study today’s material at home.”

And Mr. Pine grabbed Nessa’s wrist.

“N-no, no!” Nessa tried to pull away, but Mr. Pine’s grip was ironclad. “It’s fine, you don’t have to do that!”

“Nonsense!” Mr. Pine said as he opened the door, gently-yet-firmly dragging the struggling Nessa back into the classroom. “If it helps my students,” he announced in a strong belt, “I would be thrilled to give young Nessa a footrub. And I’m sure anybody else would say the same. Right, class?”

The class cheered in assent.

Nessa gulped. She shook her head no, even as she was forcibly lifted up and seated on the front teacher’s desk like a recliner, with a stack of papers as a pillow. “No, stop! Guys?! This isn’t funny!” she chided as Mr. Pine lifted up Nessa’s shoe-clad feet, taut against her expansive soles. “C’mon, everybody? Please? You’re not gonna just let him do this, right? Please?”

Nessa looked askance to the wider masses of students seated in their desks, each of them enraptured by the image before them as Nessa was manipulated like a puppet. All these classmates, many of whom Nessa seldom if ever talked to. It was a long shot, but if Nessa could just beseech their compassion to get her out of this bizarre situation…

One boy stood up. “I’m not gonna let him do this to you,” he called out triumphantly.

Nessa’s heart leaped. Was this to be her knight in shining armor?

The boy marched up to the desk and ripped off one of Nessa’s shoes, displaying one of her perfectly soft and supple feet to the rest of the class, and eliciting its fair share of “ooh”s and “ahh”s.

“I’d much rather do it myself,” the boy said hungrily, and he clutched Nessa’s foot, stroking it in a loving massage.

Nessa wanted to strangle him, but his touch was enough to take the fight out of her. “Ohh…” she murmured, feeling the sensitivity of her feet send signals of pleasure to her brain. “You are… good… at this…” Nessa said, shrinking into the comfortable desk chair.

The rest of the students were already beginning to arrive in a wave ever closer to the desk while Mr. Pine gazed down affectionately. “That’s right, class, feel free to come take a closer look. Our beloved Nessa’s feet are divine, after all. If you have the opportunity, feel free to touch, but I want to see no shoving..."

A ripple of disgruntled groans.

"W-what? No!” Nessa called out, trying to break through the natural pleasure of the massage. The boy had had his fill, for the moment at least, and exited the deluge to sniff his own hands. A girl took his place, and her soft hands were heaven on Nessa’s skin. She buried her nose in the crook of Nessa’s toes, and her breath tickled.

“Ah-ha!” Nessa giggled, then resumed to her game face. “Stop! Please!” It was a pleasant experience, but Nessa was far more creeped out than she was pleased. “I-I don’t know why you’re doing this… ah, help! Help!” Nessa shrieked.

The door clicked open. A teacher stepped in, and her eyes bulged. “My word… what’s this?!” she said, hands on her hips as she marched inside.

Nessa cricked her neck as far back as it could to the door to the room. “Oh, Ms. Allen! Thank you! Please, you have to help me…” Nessa said, fear starting to overtake the pleasure in her voice.

Ms. Allen looked down at the bizarre scene of the girl planting kisses on Nessa’s sole. “You’re quite right. This scene is downright impure…”

Nessa let out a sigh, both of relief, and of pleasure. Finally, someone was speaking sense.

“Why are you only rubbing one foot at a time? You realize she has two feet, don’t you? Twice as many people should be able to service those brilliant soles,” Ms. Allen said matter-of-factly, marching through the sea of congregating people. She placed her hands on Nessa’s foot, ignoring Nessa’s desolate screams and cries of betrayal, when –

BBBBrrripppp!!!

The show ripped open, and Nessa’s toes burst through the seams. Nessa grunted, gritting her teeth as the growth spurt came to a head, and then slowed down. She sighed, wriggling her toes in the air.

“Ah,” Ms. Allen said, removing the tattered remains of her shoes and throwing it to the crowd behind her, where they fought over it like wolves over a cut of meat. “Speak of the devil.”

And Ms. Allen crouched before Nessa’s ever more giant sole, and she opened her mouth.

“Ms. Allen?! Ms. Allen?!” said Nessa, before she was injected with yet another pang of pure pleasure as the mathematics teacher took to servicing her feet. Gone was Nessa’s most recent hope of escape, but it had been replaced by ever more of this elation that had accompanied each bout of worshipping.

“Ms… hnng…!” Nessa shut her eyes, and she saw an array of colors. Her heart was pumping, and the sensation of various rubbing, licking, and sniffing at each of her now-exposed soles was lost in the translation from her feet up to her brain, transformed into pure shots of pleasant feelings. “M-M-Ms…” Nessa tried to continue, squinting again. The class was in a shifting wave of cheers and moans, each one now trying to get the opportunity to kiss, lick, touch, or simply even smell one of Nessa’s feet. It sounded like a concert, with Nessa’s feet as the main event, and more and more people were streaming into the room.

“G-g-guys?! Stop! Help!” Nessa broke out of her trance, for just a moment. Taking in the sight, she could almost smell the lust in the air. She tried to move her arms, but they were being restrained on both sides by some of her male classmates. “Get off me!” Nessa put all her energy in ripping her arms from the grip, and as she shifted, she realized at once that she was now being lifted up into a crowdsurf. “H-huh? No, wait! Stop! Put me down, put me down please!”

The cheering crowd did no such thing; instead, those beneath dutifully took it upon themselves to suspend Nessa by her back, carefully positioning her feet to the greater masses of the room. From this vantage point, Nessa could see everything within the class, from the males finally unzipping their pants and furiously masturbating, to the females twitching in the corners as juices flowed from betwixt their panties and skirts. It was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

This didn’t distract her from the never-ending stream of people at her feet proper, though. Still in the crowdsurf, Nessa’s feet were at roughly eye-level for most of the class, and they took this time to truly rub the essence of Nessa’s aromatic toes within their own faces, summoning yet another spasm of growth.

“ACH!!” Nessa grit her teeth, her hands going instinctively to her crotch. N-no! Nessa chided herself internally. Don’t give in… don’t give… please…

It was a difficult proposition. The more Nessa’s feet grew, the more sensitive they became. Already they were close to 18-inches, absolutely mammoth-sized. Additionally, the increase of surface area meant there were more people able to service them at any given time. No fewer than three faces at once were buried in her soles, and plenty of tender massages and fingers were running through the ridges of her toes. And through it all, Nessa could feel absolutely everything; every emotion, every memory, every sensation her worshippers had ever felt in their lives… it transferred to her.

“What is… going… onnggggghhhhh…!!” Nessa shrieked as her own pussy blasted out a spray of juice, showering the dutiful pallbearers with her sweet and divine nectar.

Nessa was hyperventilating. She was trapped in a perpetual swirl of pain, a pain exacerbated every time her feet inched ever larger, only for this to be followed up with a new most pleasurable experience of her life. “I can’t… I-I-I I can’t…” Nessa had to catch her breath. “I-I-I-I can’t… hnng… take…” Nessa’s hands both plunged into her pussy.

Another spurt of growth from her feet, but this time, it was accompanied by a growth of Nessa herself. Her pallbearers were beginning to exert themselves as the once-moderately tall high schooler gradually shot past the 5’8” mark, 5’9” mark, and more and more until she reached 6’1”, and she let out a serene moan.

More students, ever watchful of where they were needed, scooted up beneath her and helped prop Nessa up. Nessa’s view increased, and the angle of her body inclined. She was slanted, and her feet were now closer to crotch level, a development that was not lost on many of the other boys in the class.

“N-n-ngh…” Nessa tried to plead with them, implore these boys as they undid their belts and exposed their mighty, erect cocks, to leave her feet be. But her vocal faculties were being stolen by the immense pleasure that had yet to be processed by her mind from the feeding frenzy only a few moments ago. And not a few moments later, several milky slick decks were jammed betwixt the crevices of Nessa’s toes and between her two soles. There was ample room.

This was… beyond pleasure. This was… euphoric.

Nessa tried to moan, but it came out as more of a beacon. An unintelligible call to all able-bodied hominids to congregate here, witnessing this orgy of blooming sexuality. Every slick thrust deposited more precum onto Nessa’s soles, dousing her chocolate skin with a smooth glaze that twinkled and shined and gaze them a heavenly raiment. Nessa’s mind was running ablaze. All doubts were put aside. She simply needed more of that feeling, that transfer of pleasure through which her feet were the conduit. She alternated between the dicks; three, four, five, she began to stroke with expert skill even as her eyes were doubled over and she was looking at the ceiling. Her body was spasming, completely aware of what it needed to do in order to keep its master pacified.

It wasn’t long until these most divine feet were able to extract their tithes from the cocks they serviced, but something has to be said for how honorable the boys were able to hold off on exploding. The blasts of cum painted Nessa’s feet in a halo of cloudy-white milky rivers of cum, often veering off the path and dousing Nessa’s legs, her body, and even her face in more of the seed. The boys sighed, collapsing to the ground in heaps as the next line of gentlemen came in to get their fill, and Nessa’s feet were more than happy to oblige. But not before the cum sent its own spasms through Nessa’s body, resulting in –

CRASH!!

Nessa’s ever expanding body was becoming a hazard of itself. Her eyes were still glazed over, yet even she could just about see through her slits that she was expanding at a far faster rate. Her feet were crossing the gap into several feet wide apiece, and at the speed of her growth, they had thrust into a desk, smashing it to pieces.

“Wha…” Nessa moaned. Her mind was addled. She had forgotten where she was, even as more lubricant was leaking from beneath her dress. “I’m –”

The group paid no mind to Nessa’s confusion. Her massive heels seated on the linoleum floor, they were more accessible than ever to the boys that demanded their footjobs, as well as the girls who had been waiting and worshipping patiently until she had grown to a size where her toes could now all service as many as she needed to. Tatters of fabric flew through the air; clothes. Despite her own clothing nearly breaking apart at the seams, Nessa was now arguably the most clothes individual in the room, with only her feet being exposed. Everybody else had disrobed, engaging in the most pure acts of love and worship with themselves, with any willing partner, or with Nessa’s feet. Already several girls were clambering atop her toes and seating upon one each like a ride at an amusement part. One particularly brave girl – or woman. Wait, was that Ms. Allen?! – grit her teeth as she yelped, somehow stuffing most of Nessa’s big toe down the tube of her snatch. Once Ms. Allen situated herself, red in the face, she moved gingerly and carefully to help another one with glasses up atop and sit behind her on the ring toe, and more girls followed. As this mounting session continued, Nessa’s toes clenched… and all the women moaned in pleasure.

Nessa meekly shook her head and opened her mouth. She thought she was going to say some sort of plea, but nothing more than another string of disconnected sounds and diphthongs came out, calling yet even more students amidst the orgy. The room was full, back to back, and Nessa’s mind had been utterly rewired by the needs her new feet had impressed upon her. A need for more of this. For more worshipers, for more sex. For more compplete and unhindered debauchery. Nessa tried to resist, to do something, to hold onto herself, but just then, yet another fusillade of cum sprayed her soles, and the girls perched on her toes let out moans as they hit climax after climax. Nessa’s mind broke. And she passed out.

***

“W…what?”

Nessa’s eyes fluttered open. Blurry. Her ears were ringing with a wet smacking sound.

“Huh…?” Nessa was leaning against something. A wall. And her legs were sprawled out. That much she could make out through the blur. She tried to sit up, but her head bumped into something.

“Ouch…” She looked above… it was the ceiling. She bumped into the ceiling.

“How… how big did I…?” Nessa began, then once again surveyed the room.

It was empty. Hordes of busted chairs were scattered amidst the gloom. Papers and projects were still flittering in the wind. Nessa had no idea how long she’d been awake. Despite being sore… she felt good.

“And, what is that…” the smacking continued. Nessa glared at the end of her perfect, massive feet, even for her size. There, perched on the big toe, one brave young student was relentlessly mounting it like a bull, up and down on repeat. She turned slightly to notice Nessa’s waking, then returned to her work.

“Hmmm…” Nessa clenched her toes. The girl let out a horrifically beautiful moan as she reached climax… and she melted into the flesh of the foot. She disappeared.

“What the fuck?” Nessa said, finally jolted somewhat awake.

Was that where everybody went?

Nessa had no idea… and frankly, at this point, she didn’t care.

She found the softest patch of concrete wall, and she returned her head to it, drifting into a deep slumber. But even though Nessa’s brain was resting, her feet remained twitchy, ready and willing to exude their siren wiles and call forth the hordes that would give this body the pleasure it now required as a newly ordained foot goddess.