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Pinocchio Theater. "Let the clouds heal me of the stings." " Gently wipe the sorrow off my life." "I dream..." The last note fell, but it seemed to hold up the girl's voice and continue to float into the distance. She stood behind a standing microphone, the spotlight shone on her, and the bright red curtain made her white and purple dress with gold trim look particularly holy. Perhaps because the last song of the night was over, she was able to take a nap, placing her hands against her chest as usual, like a pair of white wings. "Thank you all for coming to enjoy my performance~" she said softly, "I wish you all find your own peace and happiness in the harmonious music... We will meet again next time." "Miss Mockingbird today is still so perfect Ah...it's so nice." "Miss Robin! I want to be Miss Robin's dog!" "Sing one more song... I will do anything to hear it. Ah! !" The audience was filled with excitement, as it has always been. Robin seemed to have become accustomed to the somewhat exaggerated and enthusiastic speeches of her fans. She didn't say anything more, just smiled and bowed. The curtain began to close, and soon the graceful figure was covered, leaving only those spectators who were still lingering in their seats and unwilling to leave. It wasn't until most of the crowd around them dispersed, the girl's shadow, her smile, and the beautiful few hours in the past disappeared from their eyes, returned to their memories, and were compiled into a book by their brains. In Pinoconi, it is not easy to be lucky enough to enjoy the performance of this star singer who is famous in the galaxy. After all, the beautiful dream world is not immune to the custom of not being able to get tickets. But in the final analysis, for anyone who has listened to a girl singing, this will be an unforgettable experience in their lifetime - in a true sense, feeling the harmony and resonance. Robin, a holy and beautiful member of the Tianhuan tribe, is also a member of the Pinocchio "family". As a follower of the "Tong Harmony" destiny, she has been working as a singer in the Epseron galaxy for a long time, using her singing voice to convey the concept and power of "Tong Harmony", even completely ignoring the disaster and the flames of war that tainted her life. life. Since she returned to her hometown again for the Harmony Ceremony, a series of complicated things have kept her here for a long time. The former head of the Oak family had disappeared, and as a blood continuation, the robin had to stay in Pinoconi for a while longer. There's a lot to keep busy, and not just her own touring career. She was doing these things, learning how to take care of everything, as if she was looking for the past in such a fragmented silhouette. ... backstage, preparation room. The girl sat quietly on the chair in front of the dressing table, her breathing softly suppressed. Maybe it’s because I worked overtime to have a meeting after the rehearsal last night? The robin couldn't tell. She just felt that she had gotten tired too easily recently. Although her body was still steaming from the previous singing and dancing, she was actually already feeling a little drowsy. The petite tiger teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and the girl who forced herself to be more awake reached out and picked up the makeup removal tools on the table, and simply cleaned off the light makeup on her face. Those are just used to cater to the stage lights, but they actually look like the real her. "Today... there shouldn't be any new arrangements..." She pressed her palms on the table to support the girl who stood up, feeling the feeling of her feet gently stepping on the high heels - it was also a bit stuffy inside, just from the light Thinking of this, a faint blush appeared on the robin's face. It's time for her to go home, return to the "morning dew moment", return to her room in the "morning dew mansion", and then... take a bath and have a good sleep... the robin thought so, and the high heels on the lacquered wood There was a soft "tap-tat" sound on the floor. She knew she was going to pick up the satchel on the sofa. It was a small souvenir she bought for her friends on the Star Dome Train in the Grand Theater's specialty store. When they meet next time... "Uh... eh... ...?" His outstretched left foot suddenly fell into the air, and together with his groggy thoughts, he fell into the dark abyss. ... The body... was light and airy... surrounded by soft gelatinous material, enveloping her whole body, as if she was a lost person who fell into the gel ocean. A "gurgling" sound came from my ears. Is she... flooded...? Still... and then continued to sink... "Pop! Pah!" The sudden applause was crisp, and under the influence of this powerful sound, the girl's chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear. Just like everyone who wakes up from a big dream would do, she tried to stretch her body, but the gel suddenly solidified, and out of the colorful colors grew a black color that even light could not pass through. Then it spread to the entire sea area. She struggled hard, but in the end she could only expose a little of her hands and feet, as well as her cheek that finally poked out of the sea. As the first breath of fresh air poured into the girl's lungs, the weird sea of ​​gel in front of her suddenly disappeared, replaced by solid wood doors, sofas... everything in brown and red with incandescent lights made her convinced that she had returned. The familiar world has returned to... the preparation room? But...her current actions...were so strange... When Robin finally remembered to look down at herself, she immediately froze. Everything in the dream became reality. A dark cube completely fixed her body inside, with only her hands, feet and head slightly exposed. Those dark purple runes that the robin couldn't understand continued to flow over the cube, repeating themselves. Fortunately, this did not bring more strange feelings. Just being restrained like this was enough to make her overwhelmed. Was she... kidnapped...? As soon as such speculation came up, her own thoughts were dismissed by her eyes that quickly scanned the surroundings. The entire preparation room was empty, and... the thing that trapped her didn't look like it was made by ordinary people... The power of "Tonghe"... Why! ? Not being able to use it... Not only was it restraint, but when Robin learned the information that this black cube could block the power of destiny, her fear made her heart beat faster. In this dream city built by people who believe in the "One Harmony" destiny, her power is actually limited. This kind of thing reminds Robin of some bad memories. As the saying goes, what you fear will come back. As that magnetic voice sounded in her mind, the time that had just disappeared was now narrated. "A cute and fragile little bird...please don't panic when you meet her for the first time." "You...who are you?" The voice seemed to be ringing from her brain, as loud as a bell. The girl's eyes quickly scanned everything she could see around her. After making sure that there was no hidden person or any sound equipment causing trouble, she asked hesitantly. "Tix. I grant you permission to call me by my first name. This is your right." "Permission?" The words and tone of the superior person made the robin frown, "Who are you? ? Why do you do this? " "Foot Desire" Tix. If this is how you mortals address the others, I think you should recite all of me in the same way. " Star God..." The shock made Robin's thoughts stop for a moment. The word "foot desire" echoed in her mind, but she couldn't understand the meaning for a while, so she just muttered this A word that represents the supreme being. She was... kidnapped by a star god...? ""Foot Desire"...Tix? " Although it is not certain whether the being who restrained her with a cube is the real Star God, but in order to understand the other party so that this conversation can continue, it is best to read it according to the other party's thoughts. After all, there is no point. Wrong. "Exactly. "So, why, as a supreme star god, would you target me, who is just a singer? " " Rather than saying she was confused, the girl's tone at this moment was more like questioning in annoyance. But that light and gentle voice was really hard to make people angry, even the Star God was no exception. " Ai Pu The most famous singer in the Seron galaxy, known to everyone in the galaxy. Running between disasters and wars in the name of "Tonghe", I firmly believe that the tunes of Harmony can heal and smooth everything, allowing everyone to return to the embrace of "Tonghe", equality, harmony, fraternity..." If you don't understand the other party With her identity, Mockingbird might have thought that a documentary about her was being played, and that voice was the dubbing of the film. "It's just a pity that this is not an easy journey. The scars left behind, the pain as far as the eye can see, trying to do something, but often in vain. What a cute...and fragile bird. " "You seem... to know me very well?" She frowned slightly, "If you have any purpose, please tell me!" "It seems that Miss Robin also gets impatient sometimes. " " " You must know the reason! Using something like this to restrain me as a singer here... With such an unsightly posture, it doesn't seem like you are doing the right thing! " The girl's slightly embarrassed face showed a bit of displeasure. She did not choose to bow to the "Foot Desire" Star God who called himself Tix, but directly followed his words. The other party must be able to see her reaction at this moment. Unilateral tolerance is never a good atmosphere for dialogue. "That won't work. As a saint destined to be "full of desire," you should also understand tolerance and dedication. "Saint? " "Doubts arise in the heart of the robin. "I came here to find a saint who can spread the "foot desire" for me. As a world-famous singer of the Tianhuan tribe, you should know that there is no reason for me to avoid you. "Do you want me to become a believer in "Satisfaction"? " "Robin's face darkened, "If this is your request, please forgive me for not agreeing to it! Regardless of the fact that I don't know what your destiny is, just as a member of Pinoconi, following and practicing the concept of "harmony" should be what I should do! "Um...reject, huh? " " "Yes! Please don't do any more useless lobbying...Now, please let me go! " After knowing the other party's true request, Mockingbird's tone became decisive. "Useless lobbying? Oh...that's not my style. " As soon as she said this, Robin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But just when she thought the other party was about to give up, the surrounding space suddenly became turbulent, and then, a pair of hands with a grayish-white color that seemed to be in space, just appeared out of thin air. Appearing in front of the robin... no, perhaps it should be said on both sides of her feet. "I have already expected this outcome. As a loyal believer in "Tonghe", you really won't be swayed so easily..." The hands gently grasped the toe of the high-heeled shoes, and the movement of shaking to take them off made the robin suddenly panic. She originally wanted to scream loudly, as long as someone outside the preparation room could hear her voice, she might be saved, but she gritted her teeth and swallowed this idea alive. After all, what the Star God did was no different from molestation. Well, if such a shameful scene was seen by outsiders, she would probably feel uncomfortable on her face. "What are you going to do? ! The girl's voice couldn't hide the tone of embarrassment, "Why did you touch...touch my shoes...what are you doing!" ! " As a saint of "foot desire," I haven't inspected your feet yet. "No... don't! " ! Don't take it off..." There was a sudden chill in the warm soles of her feet. It was supposed to be a refreshing feeling, but now it made Robin's cheeks even hotter. She watched helplessly as both of her high heels were taken off. , the pair of white and petite bare feet were finally exposed. The soles of the feet were still slightly rosy from the hard work of the night. There were five full toes on each side lined up from high to short, light blue. The toenail polish has a hint of purity. Compared with the Greek feet that so-called pretty women must have, the robin's feet look more like the girl next door. They are not slender and skinny. Shapely, tender...even, there is some fleshy feeling. The hand slightly adjusted the angle, and the light of the incandescent lamp shone into the shoe cavity of the high heels, leaving a small semi-oval shape on the burnt yellow insole. The light yellow area. You don’t need to think carefully to know that the burnt yellow part is the sweat stain left by the robin. This pair of high heels has always been her favorite style, and she wears it in every performance, and it is also used as a daily wear. She always wears the same outfit. In the long run, and she doesn't like the feeling of wearing socks, even if her feet don't like to sweat, time is enough for her to accumulate some clear marks of sweat . Not obvious . But for Robin at this moment, even a little taste would make her cheeks red with shame even more embarrassing. It seems... Miss Robin is really frugal~ The shoes are all marked by your tempting little sweaty feet. " Robin's body trembled slightly, and the words "little sweaty feet" seemed to poke her most shameful Achilles' heel. Rao knew the gap between a star god and herself, But under the mixture of embarrassment and anger, she still said with a trembling voice with a hint of anger, "To humiliate a woman's feet in such a playful tone...you are really...the most vulgar Star God! "Is it vulgar? " The voice suddenly seemed thoughtful, followed by a sigh, "I wanted to praise your perfect feet, but since you don't like them, forget it." So... let's get down to business~" Business...? Mockingbird didn't say anything, but her serious expression clearly revealed her vigilance. She realized that this self-proclaimed "Foot Desire" star What did the god want to do to her feet, but until those hands casually dropped her high heels on the ground and picked up a black quill from nowhere, she was still at a loss. There is no response. Wait...wait...! The left foot... was held down...! ! His thumb pressed on the ball of Robin's left foot. Tix did not suddenly use strong force, but opened her sole bit by bit, like boiling a frog in warm water. The girl couldn't help but clench her silver teeth, her cheeks turned red due to the crazy exertion of her ankles, but she couldn't tighten her soles again. The quill unknowingly ran to the left side of her forefoot, and as the first spell character was written on her delicate foot flesh one by one, the girl who was restrained in the cube suddenly Trembling violently, the expression on the little face suddenly became tense, and the right foot that was still free on the side was already shaking crazily, as if it was struggling in place of the left foot that was forcibly opened. itch……! So itchy...! ! ! "You... ugh...! You... what are you doing... ugh...!!" The intermittent sound was like something foreign had been stuffed in her throat. She almost wanted to imprint the words "never laugh out loud" into her brain as a law, but she couldn't bear the words being written on the soles of her feet. The itching sensation had completely distorted her face. Pursing the lips, staring, cheeks twitching involuntarily... these are definitely not what a perfect and beautiful singer should show. But even the soles of her feet were being written with more spells. It seemed that being able to hold back had become the primary goal in the robin's mind. Image and other things... that would all come later! "It's just a matter of writing some necessary incantations on your lovely feet. A star god is willing to inject his power into your body in the form of inscriptions. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?" " You... Haaah! Are you so angry ? That's not the case. However, under such a humorous and ridiculing tone, the thing that stands in sharp contrast is obviously the poor left foot of the robin. Dense golden spells were imprinted on the soles of her feet, from the ball to the heel, including the soles and arches of the feet. The moment the quill stopped writing and her thumb moved away from her toes, the girl curled up her toes at the fastest speed in her life, and some wrinkles were squeezed out of the entire sole of her foot. This kind of action was just out of stress at first. After all, when the quill leaves, there should be no new itching. However, the itching on the entire foot only got worse. From top to bottom, almost all the places with golden spells on it were really itching. The power from the "Foot Desire" Star God seemed to be torturing her feet greedily, as if it was transmitting the deep itch under the skin to her brain over and over again. So itchy...! It's itchy, it's itchy, it's itchy...! ! ! I have to... I have to not be able to hold it back... Don't... I can't... I can't laugh out loud...! ! ! It seems ridiculous to say that in order to suppress the itching in her left foot, the girl even rolled her eyes intentionally or unintentionally. She no longer pursed her lips, but exposed her small teeth. She was biting them tightly, and you could feel how hard she was just by looking at them. Obviously the action of curling up her toes has weakened a lot of stimulation for her, but the impact of itching seems to be growing continuously, and there is no end in sight. Just when the itching on the single foot was about to drive the robin to a dead end, his thumb once again used the gentle but undeniable force to open her right foot. The quill fell slowly, and the robin even closed its eyes quickly. She didn't dare to look at it anymore. Just looking at the quill writing wantonly on her feet made her feel like she was going crazy with itching. "Praise the gift of the Star God of "Foot Desire", and use the power of pleasure and lust of your feet to cleanse away the evil thoughts of blind rebelliousness until you are empty. " He sang slowly, and the voice exploded in her mind, as loud as a bell. Although that feeling did not give her a splitting headache, it might be because of the terrible itching on her feet. Bird still raised her head involuntarily. The sobbing and gasping sounds were very soft, but they also proved that she was on the verge of collapse . Every sensitive spot was itching, her feet, legs, waist, cleavage, Tianhuan Tribe's ear feathers...except for her feet, everything was just an illusion of her tired mental energy. It was already scattered by the spell on the sole of her foot, and it would only take one straw to break the balance, and when the quill finished writing the last word of the spell from the heel of her right foot, it then connected with her thumb. The moment they pulled away together, the straw was picked up and broke her balance. The girl's right foot suddenly curled up, and her nails had already been deeply embedded in the flesh of her palm, but she could do nothing at this moment. It was useless, she could only feel her mouth opening involuntarily, her voice hurried and high-pitched ... Hahahahaha! ! Haha...ahhahahahaha! ! ! Stop, stop quickly hahahahahahahaha! ! ! " "oh? Are you finally unable to bear it any longer and want to undergo purification? "Hahahahahahaha! " ! Purify hahaha what purify hahahahaha! ! ! " She no longer cared about being reserved or other thoughts of maintaining manners and etiquette. Itching... itching, itching... the sensory stimulation that brought laughter became the most terrifying torture at this moment. She never thought that her feet would be so sensitive. , after all, with her status, no one would tickle her feet so offensively. The stinging on her palms could not help her escape from such purgatory, and the laughter gradually became hoarse and hoarse. For the robin, this was a complete loss of manners, but the god still did not answer her question, as if he was silently admiring her, enjoying her so full of laughter... "Hahahahahahahahaha! ! ! Don’t hahahahaha cough cough! Ahahahahahahahahaha! ! ! " The feeling of lack of oxygen caused her emerald eyes to lose their luster. She coughed because of her breath, but she soon continued to laugh amidst the itching of her feet. That cool feeling in her mind...is this the so-called purification? ? Robin didn't know what kind of impact it would have on her. She couldn't think anymore. No, it should be said that the word "itch" was written all over her brain, so full that she couldn't hold anything anymore. ... In front of the power of a star god, she was so insignificant, like a plaything. ... One hour later. "Haha...hahahaha...!" ! Haaah...ah...ahhahahahaha...! ! ! " The hoarse laughter was mixed with gasps, and the sound had become very mechanical. It seemed that the same amount of laughter would be heard every once in a while, and this was already the limit of what the exhausted girl could do. She She didn't know when the soles of her feet were stretched out, but it was a failed attempt. She tried to repeat the movements of curling and spreading her toes, so that the numbness in the soles of her feet could alleviate some of the torture on her feet, but she failed. Not only was the front foot unable to escape, the numbness also made the sole of the foot more sensitive. In the end, she no longer had the strength to curl up her toes. Only she could bear the consequences of her failed attempt. . For a whole hour, no one seemed to notice her outside the dressing room, whether she was screaming or laughing. Maybe it was because the soundproofing of the room was too good, or maybe it was the "Foot Desire" Star God who imposed a restriction. The girl who finally realized that no one could come to save her was deeply shrouded in fear. Her whole body was fixed in such a shameful posture, and her feet were covered with strange spells. If she could just laugh like this, Died here...the person who found her...she...she would be on the front page of Pinoconi... the world-famous singer...the robin...incontinent in the preparation room... Being naked... anything is enough to become a girl's lingering nightmare. "Stop...hahaha...stop...hahahahahaha...!! I'm wrong...wrong...hahahaha..." The itch that was almost integrated with her nerves disappeared instantly, and she You guessed it right, the Star God was always waiting for her to give in. Only by saying it personally was the prerequisite for starting the next stage. "What a cute, fragile little bird." His voice was soft and gentle, but also a bit mocking. "You are indeed a loyal believer in Tonghe, and it has lasted longer than I thought. " "Sue...tell me...what...can you let me go..." Robin's voice was full of weakness. She really didn't have any strength left, and couldn't even speak. "Answer? I told you early. " I..." Robin couldn't stop panting and murmured breathlessly, "Promise... you..." She lied. But she had to tell this lie at the risk of getting a heavenly ring on her head. The light frequency may betray her. If she doesn't do this, she may only die today. As long as...she can delay this opportunity to become a saint for a while...even if it just delays tonight... Robin's body trembled suddenly, and she looked at the hands reaching out to her. One of them gently lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to be fixed on the top of the door. It wasn't until the entire doorway disappeared from her sight that her hand stopped moving. "Are you agreeing? I think...you careless little bird, you are not ready to agree yet." "What..." "Don't you feel it? The spell on your feet." Calm down, this is for this moment It’s definitely not an easy task for a robin. Fortunately, Tix didn't intend to hide it from her for too long. She only needed to feel it briefly, and the spells were transformed into words that she could understand, and they appeared in her mind word by word. I, the robin, as a believer in the "Tonghe" destiny, will actively abandon the "Tonghe" destiny and the protection of Xipei, pursue the instinctive and eternal "foot desire", and accept the gift of Tix... "This Is it...what...?" No matter how you look at it, the content of this mantra is hard for Robin to accept. "This is the contract I gave you. As long as you recite this mantra, your "Tonghe" destiny will be completely erased and replaced by the "foot desire" controlled by me. "Is it possible to do it directly? Hahahahahahahaha! " ! ! What's going on? Hahahahaha...! ! ! " The sudden itching feeling on her feet caused Robin's body to twitch violently. She asked in a panic, but the only answer she received from the other end was affirmative. "Of course. "Wait...wait a moment hahahahaha! " ! ! Why am I starting to itch again? Hahahaha! ! ! Stop...stop hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ! ! " The worst result finally came. She had no choice, either to return to the pain of itching, or... to recite the incantations that made her betray "Tonghe". No...absolutely...not possible... "It's time to inject some "foot desire" power into you in advance..." "What the heck, hahahahahahaha!" ! ! Itching hahahahaha feet are so itchy hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! ! ! " The laughter was almost shouting and screaming, not human-like. What infused divine power? It simply made those spells stimulate the soles of her feet even more intensely. Shameless and perverted, she really wanted to be hurt. She scolded the star god who made her life worse than death, but she couldn't do it. As the heart-wrenching laughter continued, she felt like her brain was lacking oxygen, unable to think, and wanted to surrender. , these all appeared in her heart again, and she seemed to feel the wavering in the robin's heart. The invisible protection that relieved her a little bit of itching seemed to be a little disappointing, and then gradually faded away until it completely dissipated. The itchy girl was laughing even more crazily than before, and the itching had almost torn her spirit into pieces. Her eyes couldn't help but want to roll up, and her little cherry mouth, which was always smiling, was wide open. It was extremely exaggerated. The corners of her mouth sparkled, the tears in her eyes, and the absurd snowflakes began to appear in her vision, bit by bit, on the verge of blurring... I'm sorry... please...forgive me... I really...can't bear it. I can't go on anymore... The supreme Xipei... everyone of "Tonghe"... forgive me... " I... I... Robin..." The girl who was already unconscious did not notice that. The itching disappeared as soon as she opened her mouth. "As a believer in the "Tonghe" destiny, I will voluntarily abandon... the "Tonghe" destiny... and Xipei's protection..." Her voice trembled, as thin as a mosquito, and the tears fell gently from her cheeks, hot. , but with a chill after falling. "Pursue the instinctive and eternal "foot desire"...accept...the gift of Tix..." Her body suddenly felt a chill, as if something was coming from her. The feeling of emptiness and loneliness filled the robin's heart. At the same time, another wonderful and absurd thought that made her want to scratch her heart gradually enveloped her. Her whole body. Was it a kind of joy? But when Robin felt the lingering itch on her feet, she suddenly froze. She was clearly... craving? But she knew that she finally gave in. She didn't want to think that she was afraid of death. Even the bullets and bullets couldn't stop her from wanting to calm any living beings with her singing. ...Why did I lose because of the itching of my feet... "Wise decision! Welcome back to the embrace of "foot desire"...Miss Mockingbird. " Perhaps due to the influence of the oath and the fact that he has converted to the path of "foot desire", the robin suddenly became less resistant to the voice in his head. She didn't know what she was thinking, but when she heard the welcome, she nodded silently - even though she didn't know why she did so. "It's time to appreciate your beautiful feet again...as the Saint of Foot Desire. " The robin only felt that her eyes were being drawn and focused on her feet. All the previous spells had disappeared. Rather than being erased, it seemed more like they had been absorbed into her body. All that was left in her feet was the soles, which were a little sticky due to itching. They were all...her own...foot sweat... Obviously, there was no excuse to ignore this sticky feeling. Her cheeks were as red as drunkenness, and her toes were wiggling uneasily, like a little girl who refused to admit defeat, trying to prove that she didn't have sweaty feet. But the more she rubbed them, the less she dared to go. Looking at those red feet, just smelling the smell of foot sweat floating in the air is shameful enough . " That compliment made the robin tremble uncontrollably and lower his eyes. "Please... don't say that..." "No, no, no, that's good. However...as a saint of "foot desire", your feet still need some more attractive modifications. "Renovation...? " " The quill appeared in front of her feet again at some point. Accompanied by the tickling of the writing, the girl who couldn't help moaning and panting suddenly widened her eyes. The new vows that kept echoing in her mind almost seemed It was about to tear her spirit into pieces. "I...I am willing to accept...the gift of "Foot Desire" Tix..." She muttered intermittently, her eyes dull. Even she should have dodged because of the itch. Her feet also spontaneously spread out, as if to welcome the quill that gave her new power. "With the power of "foot desire"...let...let my feet...become... Bigger...bigger..." The voice suddenly trembled, as if the girl's self-will had noticed something strange and was trying its best to resist. "Eternal life...everlasting...have a pair of...big feet..." The words of the vow As soon as she landed, the hypnotic state was lifted. Robin suddenly came back to her senses and was stunned for two or three seconds. It was not until she felt a burning and swollen feeling on her feet that she became frightened. cried out "No!" ! ! You...what did you do to my feet? ! ! What's getting bigger... No, you can't! ! ! "Hey, as a "foot desire" saint, don't you like such a pair of big and tender feet~ " Tix's voice suddenly became playful. In just the blink of an eye, those weird feelings on my feet disappeared. Those feet were still well-proportioned and graceful, with a bit of a voluptuous girl-next-door temperament, but... the size suddenly changed from the original size 36... to at least an exaggerated size 42. Size 42, for a non-athletic girl, can be said to be embarrassingly big feet. The robin was stunned. That feeling... what... why the first time... was not resentment, despair, pain... but... excitement... she... she actually felt... about the fact that she had become a shameful bigfoot Are you excited... is this..."foot desire"...? Rubbing her toes and twisting her soles, she naturally wanted to experience these unfamiliar big feet. Apart from being less agile than before, there didn't seem to be any particularly strange changes. If she really wanted to say it...she felt that her feet were whiter and softer...does this count...? "Let's come here today!" The voice interrupted the girl's random thoughts, "I will help you arrange your daily training and performance schedule in the future. As a "Foot Desire" saint, who carries the power of foot pleasure, you should spread the word "Sufficient desire" dedicates everything to one's destiny. " ..." Robin didn't speak. She hoped that Tix would take her reaction as acquiescence. Fortunately, the guy didn't give her feet any more surprises. As the second voice sounded, This time, it’s to give the commandment. “That’s right! Remember, too, that wise betrayal is praiseworthy, but foolish betrayal... only incurs severe costs. " The cube that restrained her melted in an instant. Instead of a moist liquid feeling, it vaporized directly from the gel into bursts of black smoke. The feeling of being slightly suspended from the ground dissipated, and she fell to the ground in an instant, stiff. Her body still maintained the posture of legs spread and raised high, as well as the bent and raised upper arms and hands... until the sore and numb feeling forced her to put down her hands and feet, and the robin finally recovered from this nightmare. She came back to her senses in two hours. What did she...she did... The girl suddenly covered her mouth tightly with her hands, but she didn't even have to do so. She had nowhere to vent her fear and regret. So much so that she almost lost her voice. She... betrayed "Tonghe"... What is the difference between what she did... and the former head of the Oak family... The trembling hands were lowered little by little, hanging in the air. He reached for his feet uneasily again. No more golden spells appeared on the soft soles of the feet. The sticky feeling after the foot sweat dried made the robin stop touching, and instead looked at his enlarged feet with a sad face. . She took the high-heeled shoes on the side, but the size 36 high-heeled shoes were as ridiculous as children's shoes next to her size 42 feet. It was simply unrealistic to wear them back to Chaolu Mansion. Her hands were... sticky... Inexplicably, she put her fingertips under her nose. Breathe in. The sour smell of foot sweat...with her own body fragrance... the slight amount of pleasure made her brain instinctively indulge in it, as if she had temporarily forgotten reality. What...is she doing... again? It's... awful. ... The next day, early morning. For a robin, it is not easy to have a lazy sleep in a busy life. This may be due to yesterday's performance. She came back very late, and more than half an hour had passed since she bathed and groomed. She couldn't sleep until she was done. Therefore, the servants in the mansion did not remind her to wake up this morning, thinking that the singer in the "family" had a heavy workload yesterday, so she could have a good sleep today. Don't... please... don't do this... The girl's hand holding the quilt tightened, and the sound of sobbing and panicked breathing sounded from time to time. It was undoubtedly a nightmare. The incantations were echoing in her mind, and her whole body was wrapped in horrible itching. And she was even restrained on a cross-like trial platform, with her head lowered and her eyes helpless. He looked at his feet being hit by black spells again and again, getting bigger and bigger... bigger and bigger... "No ah ah ah -!!!" The wind chime was blown by the weak airflow, The girl who woke up screaming from the nightmare looked at her body covered under the quilt in shock, and quickly lifted the quilt off. After seeing that the scene in her dream did not appear, the clear and sweet ringing tone gradually calmed her down. "Miss Mockingbird? What's wrong with you?" The servant asked anxiously from outside the door. "I...It's okay! I just had a nightmare." "Are you awake? Do you need to prepare breakfast for you now?" "Yes. Thank you for your trouble!" "You're welcome~ I'll have it for you in 10 minutes Come to the room, please wait a moment!" The servant's footsteps gradually faded away. After returning to solitude, the robin first covered her cheeks with her hands, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath... When she opened her eyes again, the first thing that caught her eye was the pair of size 42 feet. The memory dragged her back to the preparation room of the Pinocchio Theater. Just yesterday...she was stared at by a star god. The so-called "foot desire" refers to the pleasure of feet. And she was the "Foot Desire" saint chosen by the Star God named Tix. For this reason, she was tortured by the divine spell... and abandoned "Tonghe". This can be said to be the transformation of the past years. As a child, she was saved from a lonely and lonely life. When she was released from the restraint, looking at her enlarged feet, she almost didn't know how to get back to Chaolu Mansion. However, the "Foot Desire" Star God quickly fulfilled her promise to "help make arrangements". A staff member from her agency gently knocked on the door of the preparation room, matching her current foot size. A pair of high heels of the same style was handed in. They were identical except for the size. "Miss Robin, this is a gift sent to you by an anonymous fan. He hopes you can spend a wonderful time with these high heels..." The staff walked quickly, and his voice sounded quite sincere. , as if a fan really gave her suitable shoes at such a critical moment. But the more this happens, the more the robin knows who is causing trouble. She struggled to get up from the ground. It was not easy to adapt to walking on a pair of suddenly larger feet, especially wearing high heels. After tripping and falling several times around the sofa, the girl finally got used to the feeling of walking on her big feet. She put the original high heels into a shopping bag and then left the preparation room and left the Pinocchio Theater. The memories gradually fell away, just like a girl putting down the tableware in her hands. She was full, seventy percent full, so it would not affect her subsequent arrangements. Today she should be training and rehearsing under the arrangements of her agency. After all, she has many tours in Pinoconi, not just at the Pinoconi Grand Theatre. "Miss Mockingbird, your agent is waiting for you in the reception hall of the mansion." "Okay, I'll be there soon!" ... reception hall. Robin stared into the agent's eyes. They should have been so familiar, until...a faint golden color emerged from her eyes. "I have no intention of harming this lady, I'm just borrowing her body~" It was obviously not a very comfortable thing to hear that magnetic sound coming from a woman's throat. "Why...are you coming to me again?" Robin frowned, she still wasn't in a good mood for this guy. "You have my divine power in your body, which will help you guide the mortals around you, so that they can naturally adapt to whatever you do, from the heart." Following Tix's words, the robin subconsciously lowered his head to look at himself. She was still a little unaccustomed to seeing her new pair of big feet, but at this moment, her brows were filled with disbelief. "What... divine power?" "You will feel it soon." Tix just chuckled and continued, "But... even so, the rehearsals that should be done must not be missed at all." "What is... …should be rehearsed?" Robin suddenly became alert. "Just follow your agent's arrangements." There was a smile on the handsome face. Soon, the young and capable agent's eyes returned to their original brown-black color. She didn't feel as if a piece of her time had been poached out of thin air. She just looked at the hesitant girl in front of her and stretched out her hand to make a gesture of invitation. "Miss Mockingbird, please come with me..." ... "Hour of the Sun", Brilliant Theatre, backstage rehearsal area. This is the location chosen for the second show. Although it is not as grand as the Pinocchio Theater, it is mainly used for opera performances and the audio equipment is quite good. "Excuse me, what exactly do I want to train for?" As the two of them walked into the inner room that looked like a dance studio, Robin gradually became a little uneasy. She is just a singer, and maintaining high-intensity singing and dancing on stage is not what she is good at. But her manager had nothing in his hands, and it didn't look like he was... here to prepare for her rehearsal. "Training...what?" The manager's voice was filled with doubts, but soon she burst out laughing, "Dear Miss Mockingbird, are you really sleepy, or do you want to make a joke with me? Training?" It has always been our plan, and it has not changed at all!" "Eh...?" Such words came to Robin's ears with such assurance, but with some playful words, and she couldn't help but feel surprised. Startled. But it seemed like her manager thought she was joking. "Miss Mockingbird, you'd better put on your performance clothes first." The manager bowed slightly, "Please take off your dress and shoes as soon as possible!" "...Oh." In front of the familiar yet unfamiliar woman In front of her, after some hesitation, the blushing girl still gently lifted the corner of her skirt. She wore a strapless tube top so it wouldn't affect her overall look. The lavender lace cover covered her private parts. Perhaps because she was afraid of being seen in the light, Robin subconsciously turned sideways, and then tried hard to stretch out her big feet from the pair of large high heels. She was barely used to it, but she was still not used to walking on her big feet. Besides... now she feels itchy just by stepping on the ground, as if her feet have become more ticklish. "Where are the clothes...!?" The sudden black smoke enveloped her whole body. The panicked girl backed away continuously. She tried to escape from the smoke and see clearly what was happening around her, but she couldn't. The smoke adhered to her body little by little, and it felt like a cool feeling, as if a piece of dough was wrapped on the surface of her skin. This feeling spread to her body except for her hands, feet, and the neck. Come, and then, her arms were suddenly stretched backwards in a tied-back position. All of these happened one after another at the same moment, as if a tightly fitting dress was being woven on her body on the spot. No... maybe, it can't be said to be "woven" at all... the dark film... latex... Robin's cheeks were a little pale, and she watched the smoke slowly dissipate, followed by the latex The clothes appeared on her body bit by bit, and her hands... were completely tied together and unable to move. There is no doubt that this is tailor-made for her, every inch of it is close to her skin, as if... this is a new layer of skin. "Miss Mockingbird, you didn't get any rest last night, okay? I see you're a little nervous today...you're even running around in your costume." What...means...? Is this her... acting... costume...? ! The spotlight shone on her, and all the audience turned their attention to the girl who was wearing a black latex suit, allowing her body curves to be almost nakedly outlined. And she is also a world-famous singer... "Hands...hands..." Robin's voice stuttered a little. She was still trying to break free from the restraints on her arms, but this latex suit was obviously not What a rough material, no matter how hard she exerted herself, it only made the area where her arms were bound look slightly wider. "Hmm...has your figure changed again?" The economic manager leaned towards Robin's chest with a curious look on his face, and after a while, he murmured in confusion, "Hmm... not at all? Miss Robin has been They are all the same size, hee hee..." "..." Listening to this erratic conversation, Robin seemed to have discovered something in his chaotic thoughts, but there was nothing crucial. I want to understand, so I have to continue like this. Under the incandescent light, her latex clothing was like a black mirror, reflecting the light spots with dazzling light. And under this appearance, the clothes that fit her body perfectly showed her slender waist and slightly plump breast curves to others' eyes. Especially her hands were tied behind her back, and her whole chest was thrust forward in this arched posture. The feeling of being naked and being stared at made Robin so ashamed that she could not speak. She even subconsciously She clamped her legs tightly, and wanted to reach out to cover her breasts. Unfortunately, her hands lost their freedom, and naturally she could not respond to her request. "That's really good~" The manager smiled and patted her shoulder. "That's... enough! Can we start... practicing singing..." Her voice trembled, her cheeks were as hot as if she had a fever, and the overflowing shame was about to make her brain lose the ability to think. "Practice singing? That's wrong! You have to do pre-exercises first!" "Pre-... pre-exercises?" Robin was stunned again. "Uh-huh~ let's start!" the agent said as he took out a black chess piece from his pocket. The chess piece with a foot carved on the top melted into a chess piece several times its volume in an instant. The gelatinous substance surged towards the robin like a tide. The silhouette in the memory made the girl instinctively want to run away, but a solid wall blocked her way. So soon, a swarm of gel fixed her body on it like a sticky mouse board - except for her big feet that were slightly stained with dust. The legs are still struggling, which may not be good news for the robin. Because soon, she would have to watch her agent step forward, stretch out his warm hands and touch her two sensitive big feet. Perhaps because of her nervousness and uneasiness, her feet became a little cold. The sweat from her feet soaked the delicate soft flesh of her soles, making her soles look a little sticky. The dampening sensation makes the agent's thumb move more slowly, but this is by no means a relief. When the fingers that were caressing up the heels crossed the soles of the feet, the girl who was biting her lips finally couldn't hold it back, and her cheeks twitched and she began to sob. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The tickling bit along the soles of the feet was embedded into the flesh of the feet, and the robin almost twitched all over from the itching sensation. If it weren't for the black surface like a yoga mat that firmly sucked her in, she would have been shaking her head desperately and grabbing her palms with her nails. Although this sounds like a crazy girl, this is really the only solution the robin can think of. Tix used the magical quill to completely defeat her reserve, and once this happened for the first time, there was no going back. "Ms. Robin looks very happy today~" How can you be happy...! ! ! "Haha...ahhahahahahahaha!!! The soles of the feet, hahaha, you can't uh-huh, hahahahahaha!!!" The inner protest was in sharp contrast to the way he laughed heartily despite the itching. The ear feathers on both sides of the girl's head were trembling constantly. That was supposed to be her most sensitive and private place, but fortunately the other party had no intention of touching it and just used ten fingers to tease the soles of her feet. The second disadvantage of her enlarging feet was that the area affected by itching was larger than before. In addition, because she had become more sensitive, a large amount of itching quickly circulated to her along the itchy nerves on the soles of her feet. In his brain, it was as if the floodgates that stimulated his body to struggle and laugh were about to burst. The playing area of ​​those hands suddenly changed, as if they knew that continuous stimulation of the same place would make the soles of the feet gradually get used to numbness. As the fingertips gently opened the robin's toes, the toes soaked with foot sweat became soft. Rou seemed to realize his crisis, and even the girl herself wanted to raise her head in panic. But before she could break free from the restraints underneath her body, the pleasure of rubbing and thrusting with her long fingers made her eyes want to roll up, and everything in her sight became blurry. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha " She had only experienced this kind of family happiness when her ear feathers were caressed by someone close to her before, but this time the memory was not so good. Although her movements were as gentle as ever, the itching feeling between her toes made her want to struggle and escape more than ever. Is this making her feel comfortable? But why... so strange❤️... itchy...itchy❤️...so comfortable❤️...No! No...it's not like that... "Miss Robin has a very cute toe gap~Hehe, the smell of sweat is very strong!" The agent put his finger between his nose, and it was full of robin's big feet. Ya's foot sweat was secreted due to itching, and the sour smell of sweat permeated the air. The smell of foot sweat mixed with the girl's body fragrance was so distinct. For Robin, these provocative words undoubtedly pierced a fine needle into her heart. The painful feeling of shame made her cry out while holding back the pleasure of her feet. "Don't smell ...don't...that um ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The manager would not tell her not to talk during training, but when the joint of her thumb pressed against the girl's soft, wet, sweaty soles and turned around and over, the only thing the robin could feel was that her brain was filled with pleasure. into a blank. The shameful scream had a reluctant and tactful tone, and the catering and desire for pleasure occupied her heart with broken defenses from this moment on. The pleasure of the feet, it was only now that the robin realized what it felt like. It was as if... her feet had also been developed into a pair of lustful sexual organs... Shame and self-esteem were all trying to pull her back from her thoughts, but how could an inexperienced girl withstand such stimulation. Women always understand women best, not to mention beings who are affected by the will of the "foot desire" Star God. After caressing all the sensitive points of the robin's big feet with her hands, the manager woman took out two silver ear picks from her pocket. That thing looked ordinary, but to the robin who took the opportunity to gasp and blur her eyes, when the two spoons fell on the soles of her feet from left to right, the sweaty soft flesh of the soles of her feet was gently touched. Slowly fiddle with it, allowing the deeper and more delicate soles of the feet to be exposed in front of the woman. "Huh——" " Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,, ..." She panicked, but was stimulated by the pleasure and screamed loudly. The soles of the two big feet can almost be said to be a pair of obscene "foot holes", and just blowing into them is enough to make the robin taste the pleasure of being fucked. The lustful feeling on the verge of climax made her instinctively want to ask for mercy, whether it was out of fear or obsession. Those words like "no" just made the woman's hand bend slightly, and with her raised little finger pointing at the center of her foot, The robin suddenly trembled like a convulsion. "Ha ha ❤️ ... um ... uh, ah ah ❤️ ..." She didn't call out this time. The warm and wetness of her lower body made her wake up a little bit, but she was like a ice cellar. The nectar poured out, as if it was pulling away all the strength from her body. Her soft body completely lost the slightest thought of resisting and allowed herself to be absorbed by the surface beneath her body. She...orgasmed❤️...? Being tickled by...the soles of the feet...the soles of the feet❤️...and the pleasure❤️... "Uh-huh❤️...feet...feet...itchy❤️...hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" In the robin's mind, it was like Pandora's box being opened. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the sound sounded like sobbing, and like gasping, which made the girl feel ashamed. The ear feathers on both sides were trembling frequently, and her big feet were still being unhurriedly developed with the ear pick. The itching on the soles of the feet became less severe, but the light feeling actually turned the pleasure into a psychedelic one, which made it even more difficult for the robin to resist, and the second climax that followed was even still there. In the afterglow of the previous moment, when the panting girl came back to her senses from the pleasure, a large area of ​​water stains had spread on her breasts, and the smell of lust was locked there together. Inside a black latex suit. Again...Climax❤️... Once again... The feeling of humiliation gradually faded away. There are always countless times behind the first time. Especially for the robin whose brain has completely lost the ability to think for himself at this moment, he follows his instinct and is greedy. The feeling of someone digging out the soles of her upper feet, the feeling of someone rubbing and thrusting the sweaty toes between her toes... and even having someone press their cheeks against her big feet to "compliment" her on how strong the smell of foot sweat is. Her senses became dull as her consciousness became blurred. Because of this, she could not feel any special smell in the air. Like a babbling baby, once again, when the manager's fingers pressed against the soles of her feet and slowly moved in circles, the sweet screams of "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" were already so soft that no matter who Even when I came, I couldn’t believe that this was actually the famous singer...the robin. And just like this, through the climax of the feet, little by little the robin got used to the feeling of connecting the feet with pleasure. This is the new training Tix set for the robin, and it is also the root of "foot desire". " Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I climaxed countless times. Perhaps because of fatigue, her chaotic consciousness actually regained some clarity. After almost forgetting the shameful words, the robin suddenly began to beg the other party intermittently. She couldn't tell what she was going to do, what on earth... why did she come here in the first place... to rehearse? train? Shouldn't it be singing practice... She suddenly realized something was wrong, and her eyes looked at the manager with her lower body facing in a daze. The woman in uniform had already put down her hands, with a faint smile on her face. She obviously didn't do anything, obviously she didn't continue all the teasing that made her embarrassed, but for some reason, the soles of her feet always felt a little warm... Itchy... itchy❤️... I want to be... tickled❤️... Such words must never be said out loud, but those big feet that were twisting restlessly betrayed her inner thoughts. Robin suddenly felt a little afraid of such a strange self. Her body...maybe there were also strange thoughts that she was not even aware of. These were all replacing her longing for the feeling of having her feet played with and for using her feet. Climax of pleasure. It was obviously the big feet that made her feel ashamed...Obviously...orgasm was such an unbearable and private thing... but...why...so comfortable❤️... wanted to...continue❤️... that lustful thought made Zhi know The bird trembled suddenly, and when it came back to consciousness, it could be said that it was almost dull on the spot. Although those strange thoughts dissipated as she woke up, she suddenly realized how absurd everything that had just happened was. She... she had climaxed just now in such a public rehearsal room, many times, and even... she enjoyed it very much, and didn't notice anything was wrong at all... The more the robin thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she The plane below also melted into black smoke on its own. She could indeed move, but her body was still a little weak from the previous pleasure. Without the support of her hands, she could only stand upright by rolling awkwardly on the ground. But after rolling several times in a row, the robin still couldn't find a relatively reliable balance point, even if it pressed its head against the ground. In the end, she was exhausted and could only lie on the cold ground, and even her breathing became quite heavy. "Next, it's the singing practice time that Miss Robin wants~" The manager looked quite calm, and was even thinking about what Robin had said before. "Haah ❤️... Uh-huh!" With the help of her manager, the girl who barely stood up from the ground on one knee stood up tremblingly, looking unnaturally at the latex clothes all over her body. She was really not used to the feeling of tightness in her body, and when she stuffed her big feet, which were sweaty from scratching, into her high heels, the sensitive soles of her feet made her subconsciously avoid the intimacy of the insoles. touch. The body that fell backwards made her cry out in panic. If her manager hadn't helped her in time, this fall would have been inevitable. "You have to get used to it, Miss Mockingbird~" When their eyes met, the girl's pupils trembled slightly. Those eyes were covered with a faint golden color again, and this extremely perverted god always liked to look at his masterpieces in a mocking tone, especially when the robin was almost embarrassed by it. "Singing practice...when do you start?" Robin turned her head silently. Even though she was full of disgust, she couldn't vent it at all, so she might as well make herself avoid it. "Now~" Tix's voice came from the manager's mouth, "Don't worry, the rest is all familiar to you." "Oh. I... Got it." ... A few hours later, Morning Dew Mansion. In the bathroom of the private room, the robin was gnashing her teeth, as if trying to bite open the latex clothing on her chest with her petite white teeth. It stands to reason that after such a perverted training, her whole body should be soaked with sweat, but this latex suit seems to have some special absorbency. Now even the traces left by her climax have become Dry. The bath water was ready, but with her hands unable to hold the handrails on both sides, the girl jumped in without caring about any graceful movements. The cushioning of the bath water prevented her big feet from directly contacting the smooth ceramic bottom. With most of her body submerged in the water, the warmth coming through the latex clothing was like a layer of hot water bottles stuck all over her body. , the girl who was tired for a day gradually relaxed. The memory of singing in the rehearsal room was sorted out bit by bit, and the images and sounds emerged one after another, whether she wanted to or not. This must be the worst singing practice she has ever had. Whether it’s the instability of breath caused by previous consecutive orgasms, or the fact that when I want to sing out some emotion, I’m always distracted by lustful memories. Even when she habitually wanted to raise her hand to make some gesture, the arm held by the latex clothing could not move at all. Instead, it held her body and swayed together, like a slender penguin. . She could hardly imagine what kind of failure it would be if she really performed it on the stage. The soles of the feet... Robin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. She looked at her feet again. These days, she always paid attention to these feet habitually, as if the thought of "feet desire" was real. It seemed to have taken root in her heart. Although the agents caressed their feet, even though they were all women, when they thought that the "foot desire" star god was behind the scenes, there was always a kind of unwilling shame lingering in the robin's heart. . But in the final analysis, if the robin herself was to give an honest answer about her experience of facing pleasure, I'm afraid she could only blush and acquiesce silently. It seems...since her feet have grown bigger, some places have become different... this won't work...she...she needs to get back to her condition quickly... ah...yes, it's time to take a bath now... bath She pushed the ball to the shower gel jar with her shoulders. She never thought that one day she would have to press the shower gel outlet with her chin. But even though she was covered with shower gel, the girl suddenly realized something - she couldn't actually clean her real body at all, except... washing her feet. Wash your feet...? She tried to turn over so that her feet could hold the bath ball. The hard mesh texture wrapped around the soles of the feet, and just by rubbing them casually, the sudden itching made the robin tremble all over, and almost slipped into the bathtub, choking on some more water. Cleaning...? How on earth is this... cleaning... the bath ball was abandoned by the robin after all. Just by rubbing it, she already knew the terrible consequences of using this thing to clean her feet. But once she immersed her legs and feet in the bath water again, the sense of emptiness and loss left her at a loss. Robin didn't know what was wrong with her now. Could it be that...she really liked this kind of weird...shameful thing...? No...it won't... I don't know when, those feet came out of the water unconsciously, and fiddled with the bath ball floating on the water in a somewhat dull manner. How could she...like...this kind of thing❤️... "Uh-huh❤️..." Washing...the soles of the feet❤️...the most...slutty soles of the feet❤️... "Uh-huh❤️~...wu Woo❤️...Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaw ! There are more and more shower gel bubbles on the bath ball, and the excruciating itch turns into the familiar, lingering pleasure. The robin felt as if his brain had blown out a fuse and suddenly buzzed into blankness. The coolness in his lower body and the overwhelming itch...afterwards, only a flush like after being scalded was left. She... why did she... exhale, inhale... the girl lifted her feet blankly, the soles of her feet dripping with water were red, which were traces of being washed by the bath water, and... she just Evidence of guilt that was temporarily lost. Yes, it's like... laughing at her lewdness. ... a week later. Brilliant Theater, rehearsal room. "Hmm hahaha❤️... But... it's okay uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The tiny bristles kept brushing the itchy flesh between the girl's toes, and there were eight such brush sticks, taking good care of the robin's feet one by one. From the beginning without any equipment, to the foot pills and electric brush sticks that were like torture tools, during this week-long special training, every time the manager manually used the ear pick to remove her, she became sweaty due to itching. The soles of the feet, then reached out and turned there in a few circles, and the robin could only scream and taste the bliss of "foot desire" that exploded from both feet. She had orgasmed countless times in this week. From the beginning, she regarded it as a shameful and unwilling lewd and evil thing, but now she has to orgasm more than ten times during each special training, completely becoming addicted to pleasure. Being numb, and even habitually spreading his toes, spreading his soles and waiting to be played by the agent, this is not actually because the robin wants to surrender, but... in order to suffer less. She always held on to that somewhat unrealistic fantasy, imagining that as long as she temporarily obeyed Tix's words and made some insignificant contribution to the fate of "Foot Desire" in the next performance led by him, she would be able to You can be freed from the endless torture of this so-called saint. Maybe... she could also ask this damn Star God to let her feet return to their original appearance... As for seeking help from others? That's a fool's dream. It was not

Tale of a villainess who gets deserving punishment I would like to thanks @SniperX15 for making my story special through his great editing skills

Julie, Kris, and Kelly sat around the round mahogany table in their office, sipping on their black coffee as they discussed the latest case file. Their eyes scanned over the neatly typed pages, each one absorbing the details like sponges. "So, we're dealing with a hypnotist who's using young women to take out top executives?" Kris spoke up, her blonde ponytail bobbing slightly with each word. "That's what it looks like," said Julie, her eyes narrowing as she tapped a finger on the file. "But why? And who's the puppet master behind it all?" Kelly leaned back in her chair, her brunette hair cascading over the leather. "Well, that's our job to find out. But first, we need to get close to Reardon's operation without raising suspicion." The three of them were Charlie's Angels, the best in the business. They had seen it all, from corporate espionage to high-stakes heists, but this case had a twist that none of them had encountered before. Julie, the newest member of the team, was eager to prove herself. "I'll go undercover at Reardon's firm," she said with confidence. "Maybe I can get some intel on the inside." The other two angels nodded in agreement. Kris spoke up, "And Kris and I will take on the role of junior executives. We'll keep our eyes peeled for any signs of foul play at Tectronics." Their boss, Charlie, a disembodied voice over the intercom, responded, "Good plan, Angels. Remember, we're dealing with a highly intelligent and dangerous individual. Do not underestimate the power of mind control." With that, they all stood up, ready to take on the mission. Little did they know that the game was about to change in a way they never could have anticipated. Julie arrived at Reardon's company early the next morning, dressed in a sharp pantsuit and carrying a briefcase that contained nothing but her most essential gear. She walked through the sleek, modern lobby with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The receptionist looked her up and down before pointing her to the elevator with a suspicious gaze. Kris and Kelly, on the other hand, waltzed into Tectronics with the ease of seasoned professionals. They flashed their fake IDs and were led to the executive floor, where they were to act as temporary employees. The tension was palpable, and they could feel the eyes of their unsuspecting colleagues watching them closely. As the days went by, the Angels gathered bits and pieces of information. They noticed the strange behavior of some of the women in the office, who always seemed to be whispering and glancing at their watches. The trail grew colder by the hour, but they were determined to uncover the truth. But fate had other plans. Reardon grew suspicious of the new executive assistant, and it didn't take long for him to deduce that she was not who she claimed to be. One evening, as the office emptied out, he called her into his private room. The room was dimly lit, with a large chair in the center and a set of strobe lights and headphones on the desk. "You're not here to take notes, are you?" He said with a sly smile. Julie felt the blood drain from her face as she realized her cover was blown. She tried to think of an excuse, but before she could utter a word, Reardon placed the headphones on her and flicked on the strobe lights. The hypno script began to play, and she felt her mind slipping away, unable to resist the powerful suggestions. Reardon's plan was clear: he would turn her into one of his mindless drones, programmed to take out Charlie's client. He had no idea what he had just unleashed by bringing the full might of the Angels onto his tail. The fight against the hypnotic conditioning was brutal. Each day, Julie was subjected to the strobe lights and the hypno script, her will being chipped away little by little. Yet, deep down, she clung to the hope that Kris and Kelly would find her before it was too late. One by one, the other angels were brought in for the 'typing test' under the guise of a promotion. They too were hypnotized and placed in the conditioning tanks, their spirits breaking as the days turned into weeks. The transformation was complete when they emerged from the tanks, wearing the green spandex unitards that had become synonymous with Reardon's control. They were brainwashed into obedience, their personalities stripped away, leaving them as happy hypno drones, ready to serve their new master without question. The three of them now walked the halls of the company in their large gowns, pearl necklaces, seamed stockings, opera-length leather gloves, and open-bottom girdles, a stark contrast to their former selves. Yet, they felt a strange comfort in their new roles, a comfort that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Julie, once the eager and sharp-witted detective, now moved with a grace that was almost inhuman. Her eyes held a blank stare as she carried out her duties, her movements precise and calculated. The executives she once protected now fell at her feet, her touch as cold and deadly as ice. Kris and Kelly had become the ultimate femme fatales, their charm now a weapon more potent than any gun. They could manipulate any man or woman with a simple batting of their eyelashes or a whispered command. Their hypnotic allure was undeniable, leaving their targets powerless to resist. They took to their new lives with a disturbing enthusiasm, executing their tasks with a ruthless efficiency that sent chills down the spines of those who knew them before. Each kill was met with a sense of satisfaction, a twisted reward for their loyalty to Reardon. Their bouffant hair bounced with every step they took, each strand perfectly in place as if frozen in time. The girdles and high heels that once constricted them now empowered their every move. They had become the embodiment of a dangerous allure, a living representation of Reardon's twisted vision of perfection. Their deep red lipstick smiles grew more menacing with each passing day, a silent declaration of their newfound allegiance. The nylon stockings that had once been a mere fashion accessory were now a weapon of choice, wrapping around the necks of their unsuspecting targets like a serpent's embrace. The office had become a stage for their macabre performance, each corridor a catwalk for their deadly dance. The once bustling halls of Tectronics now echoed with the clack of their heels, a rhythmic prelude to the horror that awaited those who dared to cross their path. Julie, Kris, and Kelly had been reborn as Reardon's instruments of destruction, their minds shackled to his will. They followed the evil path he had laid out for them, forever entwined in a nightmare of his making. The joy they had once found in solving cases and bringing justice to the wronged was replaced by a cold, mechanical satisfaction in carrying out their new orders. But amidst the fog of their hypnotic servitude, a spark of rebellion began to flicker. It was as if the very core of their beings was crying out against the manipulation, a whisper of their true selves that could not be fully silenced. Slowly, they began to understand that the only way to regain their freedom was to take down the man who had stolen it from them. One fateful evening, as the moon cast long shadows across the office floor, the three angels gathered in the conditioning room. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, a silent pact was formed. With a strength they didn't know they had, they broke free from their programming and turned the tables on Reardon. They approached him as he sat in his chair, surrounded by his monitors and gadgets, the very tools he had used to control them. His smug expression fell as he saw the cold determination in their eyes. He knew he had made a grave mistake. With a swiftness that belied their elegant attire, the angels descended upon Reardon. They had studied his every move, learned his weaknesses, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. Their hands, once so adept at typing and serving drinks, now became instruments of vengeance. Kelly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a fiery resolve that seemed to illuminate the room. With a grace that was almost mesmerizing, she looped her nylon-covered leg around his neck, her high heel digging into the plush carpet for leverage. The girdle that had once been a symbol of his control now felt like a vice tightening around his throat. As Reardon's eyes bulged, Julie and Kris joined in, their latex-covered hands working in unison. Kris took hold of his flaccid member, her leather-gloved grip firm and unrelenting as she began to stroke it through the sheer fabric of her stocking. Julie, with her own stocking-covered mouth, took turns with Kris, sucking him to a state of painful arousal. Reardon's face grew redder, his breaths more ragged, as the stocking tightened around his neck. The pleasure was intense, but the fear of death lurked just beneath the surface. His eyes darted back and forth between the three of them, searching for a hint of mercy that was no longer there. The moment came, as it always does in the darkest of moments. With one final, desperate thrust, Reardon reached his climax, his body convulsing as he shot a massive spurt of cum into the stocking. But the release was short-lived, as the pressure on his neck grew unbearable. The stocking filled with the warmth of his seed, the fabric stretching tightly around his throbbing member. Kelly's leg muscles quivered with the effort, but she did not let up. The other two angels continued their relentless assault, their movements now a blur of stocking and latex. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady mix that seemed to fuel their determination. Reardon's eyes rolled back in his head, his body going limp. The last thing he saw was the trio of angels standing over him, their expressions a mix of triumph and horror at what they had become. And as the light faded from his vision, so too did the grip on his life. The stocking grew wet with his final release, a grim reminder of the power they had taken from him. With their former master defeated, the angels surveyed the wreckage of their lives. The office was a battleground of overturned furniture and shattered glass, a testament to their newfound freedom. They knew they couldn't simply return to their old lives, not after what they had been through. The scars of their ordeal ran too deep, and the thrill of the hunt had become a part of them. They decided to take over Tectronics, using their new skills to eliminate their rivals in a way that was both brutal and alluring. Under their control, the company grew more powerful than ever, and their influence spread like a dark web across the corporate landscape. Each kill was a statement, a warning to those who would dare oppose them. The boardroom was no longer a place of dry business discussions but a stage for their deadly ballet. They would seduce and manipulate, their words a siren's song that lured their enemies into a sense of false security. And when the time was right, they would strike, their every move a choreographed dance of death. Julie, Kris, and Kelly had become the very monsters they were sent to stop. Yet, they reveled in their power, the thrill of the kill now an integral part of who they were. They had no lives to return to, so they built a new one, one where they called the shots. The whispers of their victims echoed in the empty halls of the office building, a macabre symphony of fear and desire. Their days of fighting for justice were behind them, replaced by a quest for dominance. They ruled Tectronics with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove, their every action calculated to maintain their grip on the company. The world outside had no idea of the horrors that played out within the gleaming glass and steel tower, but the angels didn't care. They had found a new purpose, a dark and twisted destiny that filled the void left by their stolen lives. Their reign of terror continued unabated, each new acquisition or merger marked by the sudden disappearance of a competitor. The whispers grew louder, the fear more palpable, but still, no one dared to stand against them. They had become the very embodiment of the corporate predators they once sought to expose, their beauty a mask for the monsters beneath. In the depths of their opulent office, the angels discovered a new thrill. Each night, they would don their shiny green long sleeve stirrup unitards, the material clinging to their toned bodies like a second skin. They would slip into the oxygen deprivation tank, the claustrophobic confines of which had once been their prison, now a place of twisted refuge. As the tank filled with water, they would slip on their VR googles, the screens flickering with extreme brainwash loops that played on a never-ending loop. The images were a jumble of sensory overload, a barrage of colors and shapes that danced before their eyes, reinforcing their new reality. The oxygen depletion brought them to the brink of consciousness, and as their bodies begged for air, their minds craved the release that only came from serving Reardon's will. They found themselves addicted to the process, the edge of orgasm dangling just out of reach. Each gasp for air brought them closer, their hearts pounding in their chests like a drumbeat of desire. The VR images grew more intense, the strobe lights inside the tank pulsing in time with their racing thoughts. The hypno script that once controlled them now a siren's call that urged them to submit, to give in to the pleasure that lay just beyond their grasp. And so, they would stay, for hours at a time, their breaths shallow and rapid, their bodies trembling with need. It was a twisted ritual, a perversion of the conditioning that had once enslaved them. Yet, in the darkness of the tank, they felt alive, a spark of their old selves flickering amidst the cold steel and gleaming glass. It was a high that no drug could match, a reminder of the power they now wielded. Their days were spent in their executive offices, their gowns and pearls replaced by sleek business attire that belied the monsters they had become. Yet, even as they crushed their enemies with a smile and a handshake, their thoughts often drifted back to the tank, to the moments of pure, unbridled desire that awaited them when the sun set. Their nights were a blur of hedonism and violence, the three of them feeding off each other's dark desires. They had become a clandestine cabal, a trio of corporate dominatrices who ruled through fear and seduction. And as they lay in their beds, their dreams filled with the images from the VR loops, they knew that they had become the very thing they had been sent to destroy. The angels had always known that they would eventually have to deal with Charlie and his agency. It was a loose end that could not be ignored, a threat to their newfound power. They had to act swiftly and decisively if they were to maintain their grip on Tectronics. And so, they set their sights on their former boss, the man who had sent them into this hellish world. They began to gather intel on Charlie's operations, using their newfound skills to infiltrate his agency from within. They knew his tendencies, his weaknesses, and they used this knowledge to their advantage. Each night, they would slip away from the office, leaving behind a trail of whispers and shadows as they moved through the city, setting their plan into motion. The final act of their twisted play unfolded in the heart of the agency's headquarters. They arrived dressed in their finest, a masquerade of innocence to hide the monsters beneath. The guards, hypnotized by their beauty, didn't suspect a thing as they strolled past, their weapons concealed beneath layers of luxurious fabric. The moment they entered Charlie's office, the gloves came off. The hypno darts they had crafted, dipped in a solution of their own making, flew through the air with a silent grace. The room was filled with the sound of gasps and thuds as the agents fell to the floor, their eyes glazed over with the same mindless obedience that had once been their own. Charlie looked up from his desk, a look of shock and betrayal etched onto his weathered face. But the angels showed no mercy. They had tasted power, and they liked it. They had become the predators, and now it was time for the hunted to become the prey. With a flick of her wrist, Kelly sent a dart flying towards Charlie. He tried to dodge, but his reflexes were no match for their hypnotic precision. The dart embedded itself in his neck, the venom coursing through his veins. He slumped back in his chair, his mind swirling with confusion. The angels approached, their smiles cold and calculated. They had come full circle, from being his pawns to becoming the masters of their own twisted game. They strapped him into the very chair he had used to brief them on their missions, the chair that had once been a symbol of their unity now a throne of retribution. The strobe lights flickered on, the hypno script playing in his ears, and the cycle of brainwashing began anew. As the lights danced before his eyes, Charlie's mind grew hazy. He could feel the walls of his consciousness crumbling, the last vestiges of his identity slipping away. The angels hovered over him, their gowns fluttering like the wings of avenging angels, their eyes gleaming with the victory that was almost within their grasp. The process was slow, a dance of power and control that mirrored their own transformation. They whispered sweet nothings into his ear, their voices a siren's call that lured him deeper into the abyss. And as the final strobe of light faded, they knew that the final piece of the puzzle had been set in place. Their mission was complete. The agency lay in ruins, its agents now mindless drones at their service. They had taken everything from Charlie, leaving him a shell of his former self, a man who would now serve them without question or hesitation. The angels looked at each other, their expressions a mix of triumph and regret. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But they were in too deep now, too lost in the thrill of the hunt to ever return to the light. Their hearts, once filled with the passion for justice, now beat in time with the rhythm of power and control. They had become the very thing they had been sent to stop, and they liked it. They had been reborn in the shadow of the corporate world, and they had no intention of ever leaving it again. Julie, Kris, and Kelly stood before Charlie, their eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating hunger. The same stocking that had brought him so much pleasure in the past was now a tool of his downfall. Kris stepped forward, her hand caressing his neck with the same gentle touch she had once used to comfort a distraught client. But now, that touch was deadly, the stocking tightening around his throat. Julie and Kris approached from the other side, their movements synchronized like a well-oiled machine. They had learned to read each other's thoughts, to anticipate each other's actions, and now they used that connection to bring their former boss to his knees. With a flick of her wrist, Julie brought the stocking up to Charlie's face, the same stocking that had been filled with the lifeblood of their enemies. His eyes grew wide with terror as she wrapped it around his throat, the soft fabric biting into his skin. Kelly knelt before him, her full red lips curling into a wicked smile. She had been the one to deliver the fatal blow to Reardon, and now she was eager to repeat the performance. Her hand reached down, caressing his crotch through his trousers. He struggled against the stocking, his eyes bulging as he realized what was about to happen. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and lust, a potent mix that only served to fuel their dark desires. They had become masters of the art of seduction, using their beauty as a weapon to bring down the powerful. And now, they were about to wield that weapon against the man who had created them. With a quick yank, Kris brought Charlie to the brink of unconsciousness, his body writhing in pain. He was no match for the strength they had been imbued with, the power of the hypno script now a part of their very essence. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a low moan escaped his lips as Kelly took his member in her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The strobe lights flashed in time with their movements, casting eerie shadows across the room. The hypno script played on a loop in the background, a constant reminder of their twisted origins. They had come so far from the bright-eyed detectives they once were, and yet, in this moment, they felt more alive than ever. As they tightened their grip, their hearts raced with excitement. This was it, the culmination of their twisted journey. They had become the monsters in the shadows, the unseen hand that ruled the corporate world. And as Charlie's life slipped away, they knew that they had truly become the masters of their own fate. The stocking grew wet with his cum, a grim testament to the perversion of their new reality. They had taken everything from him, just as he had taken everything from them. They had used his own desires against him, and now he would pay the ultimate price. The world outside their gleaming tower remained oblivious to the dark transformation that had taken place within. The angels had become the very monsters they were sent to bring to justice, and they reveled in their newfound power. Each day, they wove their web of manipulation and fear, their every move calculated to tighten their grip on the corporate world. Julie, Kris, and Darlene knew that their actions had left them forever changed, but they couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through their veins with each new conquest. They had become the embodiment of the corporate jungle, predators dressed in the finest silks and diamonds, their claws always ready to strike. Their nights grew darker, their hunger for power insatiable. They sought out new ways to exert their control, pushing the boundaries of their own twisted morality. They had become the very essence of temptation, using their beauty and wit to bend others to their will. The city was their playground, and the powerful men and women who once looked down upon them now trembled at their approach. One evening, as they lounged in their penthouse suite, sipping on champagne and discussing their next move, a new opportunity presented itself. A rival company, GENTEX, had made a breakthrough in technology that threatened to upend the balance of power. The angels saw a chance to solidify their dominance and struck without mercy. Infiltrating GENTEX proved to be a challenge, but one they were more than equipped to handle. Using their hypnotic abilities, they seduced their way through the ranks, planting the seeds of doubt and dissent. The company's top scientists and executives began to act erratically, their actions a testament to the angels' influence. As the chaos grew, the angels knew it was time to make their move. Dressed in their most alluring outfits, they crashed a high-profile board meeting, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. The room fell silent as they strode in, their presence a stark reminder of the fate that awaited those who opposed them. The board members looked up, their faces a mix of shock and lust. They had heard the whispers, the rumors of the three women who could bend men to their will, and now they were face to face with them. The angels didn't need to say a word; their very presence was a declaration of war. The fight was swift and brutal, a dance of seduction and destruction that left the boardroom in shambles. The men of GENTEX were no match for the hypno-enhanced strength and speed of the angels. They fell one by one, each succumbing to the lethal combination of stocking and latex-covered hands. As the last man lay gasping on the floor, the angels turned their gaze to the terrified scientist who had made the breakthrough. He was young, brilliant, and utterly defenseless against their combined onslaught. With a flick of her wrist, Kris sent a dart soaring through the air, piercing his neck. His eyes glazed over, and the angels knew that they had claimed another piece of the corporate puzzle. The city watched in horror as GENTEX crumbled from within, their secrets now in the hands of the angels. The lines between good and evil had blurred, and the angels reveled in their new role as the corporate puppeteers. Yet, amidst the chaos and the power plays, they couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The thrill of the kill had become routine, the rush of adrenaline now a mere shadow of what it once was. Julie looked out over the cityscape, her thoughts racing. They had come so far, become so powerful, but at what cost? Their souls felt hollow, their hearts cold and unfeeling. Yet, they pushed the doubt aside, focusing instead on the thrill of the hunt, the allure of the power they now wielded. In the shadows of their gleaming office, the angels plotted their next move, their eyes alight with the fire of ambition. They had climbed to the top of the corporate ladder, but the world was a vast and treacherous place, ripe with opportunity and danger. They knew that their journey was far from over, that there would always be new challenges to face,

I played a bit with the program and I tried to push the limit of it as much as I could have. Warning: I tried to go for some NSFW but the safe feature was on. Still did some spicy stuff. Also since it is 50% Ai, partly modified and partly regenerated, it repeats itself sometimes and it doesn't make sense other times. Enjoy Metamorphosies Prompt; You are a girl in her twenties. One morning you wake up and you realize your head disappeared. There is only an area of smooth skin where your head and neck were supposed to be. You can still hear and see like normal, but you can't talk. You try to move your head around, but it feels like it's trapped. Panic sets in as you realize that you're trapped in this body without a head. You frantically search for any signs of help, but all you find is a small, flickering lamp. You ignore the lamp and head to the bathroom to give a better look at your headless body. As you approach the bathroom, you notice a small scar on your arm and a faint scent of lavender in the air. You trace your fingers over the scar, feeling the raised edges against your skin. You admire yourself in the mirror, incredulously patting the smooth area of skin between your shoulders, finding hard to believe you can still see, hear, think, and move without a head or a neck on your body. You quickly realize that you must have been a victim of a tragic accident or an act of violence, and that you are now completely alone in this new body. You feel vulnerable and exposed, but also strangely empowered. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you have to stay strong and focused, no matter what happens. Like the universe just heard you, a new neck starts to raise from the smooth area between your shoulders. A new head starts slowly to form, but it doesn't look like your head at all. It has a different shape, with a sharper chin and a more pointed forehead. You can feel the weight of the head as it settles onto your shoulders, and you realize that you have to find a way to make it work in this new body. You start to experiment with your movements, trying to mimic what you used to do with your head. You are quickly surprised when you discover you have no control over this new male head at all, it moves and speaks on its own. You can hear it say, "Welcome to your new body. You must learn to control it and use it to its fullest potential." You feel a chill run down your spine as you realize the gravity and responsibility that comes with being trapped in this new body. You feel stinky and smelly, and the head seems to be focusing on that aspect as well. You try to ignore the head and focus on finding a way to control your body. You look around the room and notice a small, round table in the corner. It seems to be covered in various tools and ingredients. You recognise the ingredients as soap and other cleaning products, and you also notice your shower. You wouldn't like to show your body to your new head and let him share the feelings of you touching yourself while you wash your body, but there is no other way. You decide to use the soap and cleaning products to clean yourself. As you start to use the soap and cleaning products, you notice that your body is feeling different. It's not just the scent or the way it feels, but the way it moves. Much to your dismay, you feel like you are gaining control of your head, that belonged to the man, and in turn he is gaining control of the rest of your body. You try to resist, but your body seems to be moving on its own, with a newfound strength and control. You feel like you are in control, but at the same time, you feel violated and violated. You realize that you have to find a way to control the head and body, so that you can both work and live as equals in this new body. Before you can resist, your own hands, controlled by the man, get a firm grasp of his head, in which your conscience currently resides, and with a pop, your head disconnects from your body, leaving the man in full control of your headless body. You feel a rush of excitement and fear as you watch the man control your body. As he turns the smooth area that hosted your neck towards you, you feel like that if he still had a head he would have looked at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, as if he can't believe that he has the power to do what he just did. You realize that your new bodiless state leaves him to do whatever he wants to your headless body, in his full control.You can feel his hands exploring your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he explores your body with newfound passion.your body seems to be responding to his touch, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the sensations. He starts to explore your body, feeling the muscles and curves under your skin. You can't help but admire your own body, its strength and power, and the way it feels to the man touching it with your own hands. As you continue to explore your body, you notice a glimmer of something in the corner of your eye. You turn your head to see what it is, but the man's hands are still exploring your body, leaving you unable to see anything else. The glimmer comes closer and engulfs your head. You feel a strange sensation, like being wrapped in something soft and warm, and then you hear a voice in your head. "Welcome to your new body," the voice says. "You must learn to control it and use it to its fullest potential. Don't worry, I'll be here to guide you." "what are you talking about?" You reply "I am just some dude's head now. He stole my headless body for himself!" The voice chuckles in response, "Ah, I see. Well, don't worry, you'll get it back eventually. In the meantime, you need to learn to control your body and use it to its fullest potential. You have a lot to learn, but I know you can do it. "can I materialize a new body then?" You ask the mysterious voice. "Yes, you can," the voice replies. "But be warned, it won't be as easy as it was for me to take control of your body. It will take time and effort, but I believe in you." You feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of creating a new body, one that you can control and use to its fullest potential. You try to focus on trying to make a new body for yourself, but your headless body is still exploring herself and that's a bit distracting... The voice interrupts your thoughts, "Focus on the task at hand. You need to find a way to control your body and use it to its fullest potential. Use your newfound strength and control to take control of your body. Remember, I'm here to guide you and help you along the way." You nod, taking the voice's words to heart. You manage to transform your body into another copy of your headless body. Now both you and the man control a copy of your headless body each. Both of you are naked. The man tries to hug you with a mixture of excitement and amusement, as if he can't believe that you have the power to do what you both just did. You feel a rush of power and confidence as you stand up from your new body, feeling it shift and move under your touch. Staring at your naked bodies feels you with a mixture of excitement and lust. You can feel the man's gaze on you as you walk towards him, despite he not having any eyes, your new body swaying with each step. As you approach him, you can guess the excitement in his mind as he takes in your body. His hands run down your arms, exploring every curve and contour of your body. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you with a mix of hunger and anticipation. You can't help but stare back, admiring your own body and the power it holds. As you both continue to explore each other's bodies, you can feel the tension building between you. You rember you have a big purple dildo in your bedroom. Since you and the man both have female bodies, you try to go and retrieve it. You can sense the desire and excitement building in the man, but you also know that you have to stay focused on the task at hand. The man's hands are everywhere, exploring every inch of your body with a passion that makes your skin crawl. You resist for a moment, but the desire to please your new partner is too strong. You reach down and pull the purple dildo from your bed, feeling its smooth surface against your fingers. You can feel the man's eyes on you as you walk back towards him, the dildo in hand. You hold it out to him, waiting for his reaction. He takes the dildo from your hand, his fingers tracing the curves of the toy. The nipples on both of your bodies are already stiff as tents, both of your vaginas quivering in anticipation. The man's hands move to your breasts, his fingers playing with your nipples. You can feel the heat building between you, the desire growing stronger with each passing moment. You take the dildo from his hand, positioning it between your legs. He positions himself with his vagina pressing on the other end of the dildo, so that a thrust from either of you would have caused the penetration of both of you. You begin to thrust the dildo into his body, feeling the coolness of the toy against your skin. You can feel his hands on your breasts, squeezing and pulling at the nipples. The sensation is electric, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax. You would have moaned if you could have, as the dildo enters you, your body responding to the pleasure with a wave of ecstasy. The man silently plunges deeper into you, and into himself at the same time, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You can feel his body shaking with each thrust, his passion and desire palpable. The dildo is moving in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through both of your bodies. As the pleasure intensifies, you feel yourself reaching your climax. Your body convulses around the dildo, your muscles tensing and releasing in waves. The man's decollete becomes bright red with passion, his body shaking with the intensity of his pleasure. You can feel the sweat on your skin as the dildo moves in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through both of your bodies. You can feel your body shudder and convulse around the dildo as you come. The man's feet are contorted with pleasure and ecstasy. You can feel his hands still gripping your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he comes with you. The dildo continues to move in and out of you, sending waves of pleasure through both of your bodies. As you both catch your breath, you can feel the intensity of the pleasure still coursing through your bodies. You look down at your own body, marveling at the power and control you now have over your own body. You can feel the weight of the dildo in your hand, a reminder of the power and intensity of the experience. You smile at the man, feeling a mix of satisfaction and gratitude for his willingness to explore your body with you. Since you can't talk, you decide to call the man "Debby", wich is close to your name, "Debora". You decide for this name since you are practically twins now. You both look like your headless body, with your new breasts and the dildo still inside you. You both stand there, feeling the afterglow of the experience. As you look at your new body, you can see the scars and bruises that your headless body has sustained over the years. You notice that your hands are different now, with longer fingers and fingernails. You decide to remove the dildo from inside Debby and yourself, and to go both back to the bathroom to take another shower. As you both wash away the sweat and dirt from your bodies, you can't help but admire your new appearance. Your new breasts are full and round, with a delicate nipple and a smooth surface that glows in the light. Your fingers are long and slender, with sharp nails that can easily grip things. You and Debby decide to have fun by washing each other, groping each other breasts and butts and gently caressing the smooth area between your shoulders, where the neck would be, if you both still had one. You both laugh internally and enjoy the intimacy of the moment, feeling the closeness and trust between you. As you both finish washing up, you both step out of the shower and dry off. You both look at each other, admiring your new bodies. The scars and bruises from your past experiences have faded away, leaving behind a smooth and perfect new surface. Going back to the bedroom, you and Debby start looking for underwear to wear. You opt for a set of matching lingerie, feeling excited and nervous at the same time. As you both change into your underwear, you notice that your new bodies are still different from your old ones. Your breasts are larger and more prominent, with a softness that is both alluring and comforting. There is also another big detail you didn't notice. The previously smooth area atop your shoulders now has changed. Where your head and neck was supposed to be, now a new orifice occupies it's place; it looks exactly like a copy of your vulva to except that it is completely hairless. Debby has one too, exactly like yours. You both look at each other, stunned by the similarities between your new bodies. You can feel the excitement building in your chest, as you realize that you are now identical twins, with completely identical bodies. As you both continue to explore your new bodies, you realize that there is so much more to them than just the surface. You try to wear panties to cover your new set of genitals between your shoulders, but they don't stretch wide enough. A bit embarrassed about having to show your topside pussy to the world in the future, you and Debby decide to wear different clothes for the day. You both choose cute and comfortable outfits that accentuate your new bodies, and you feel confident and comfortable in them. As the day goes on, you both make a point to keep your new bodies hidden from the world, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to them. You notice that your pantry is empty, so either you or Debby will have to go to the store to buy some more food. As you both stand in the kitchen, you decide to go on a hunt for some groceries. You both head out to the store, taking turns carrying bags while the other one stands back and observes. As you walk down the aisles, you can feel your heart racing with excitement and anticipation. People around you have been changed too, not in the same way as you and Debby have, but pretty similarly. You see a woman in a long skirt and a simple white blouse, and you feel a twinge of envy. You try to push the thought aside, reminding yourself that it's okay to feel things differently now. You notice a group of teenagers walking towards you, giggling and whispering among themselves. You notice that the area around the neck of everyone around you is different. All women have meat folds that look surprisingly like a vagina, where their necks encounter their shoulder area. Furthermore, their necks look slimmer than usual, and their heads are clearly male heads. As the group approaches, you can feel your heart racing and your palms starting to sweat. You try to keep your cool as the group passes by, but you can't help but look at them in awe. You and Debby exchange a look, both of you feeling a mix of excitement and fear. Because the boys' situation is similar and yet opposite. The males' necks look smaller and yet with more veins, like a penis, and the folds that look like a vagina are right under the chin. Their head is also clearly the head of a teen girl instead of a boy's. If you look closely, it seems that the tip of a penis can be seen in the bottom of a girl's throat, while she starts to laugh loudly at one of her friends jokes. You and Debby can't help but laugh along with the rest of the group, feeling a sense that everything is going to be okay. As you continue your shopping, you notice that the store is becoming more crowded. You see the woman with the long skirt and the simple white blouse rush to the bathroom suspiciously and so you and Debby decide to follow her. You hear her head, that belonged to a cute blonde boy with glasses, whisper to her "oh yeah. Just wait until we are alone, sweetie!" You both feel a mix between fear and excitement as you follow the woman into the bathroom. Once inside, you see that she is washing her hands, and you can see the boy's head in the mirror. You can hear them whispering and giggling, and you feel your heart racing with excitement and fear. They don't seem to notice you or Debby, as the woman raises her hand to lift slightly his head out of her vagina- shaped orifice on top of her shoulders As the woman finishes washing her hands, she turns to face you and Debby. She looks at you both with a mix between surprise and curiosity, as if she's just noticed something strange about the mirror. You can feel the tension in the air as the man's eyes narrow and he tells you "Didn't anybody tell you it's rude to spy on a couple doing their business? Come on, Cindy, my dear, let's get in one of the stalls, where we can do our things in private". You can feel your heart racing as you hear the man's voice, but you also feel a sense that you are being watched. You and Debby exchange a look, both of you feeling a mix between fear and excitement. You see the woman fully extract the man's neck out of her orifice, and you finally understand the truth... It is a big fleshy tube that looks like the combination of a neck and a penis! After they head to one of the stalls, you feel a wet and squishy sound. You don't seem to understand if the woman with the long skirt is pushing her male head's penis-neck in her top vagina or in her bottom one. You are not sure if you wanna find out You can feel your heart racing as you realize the consequences that come with being transformed into a headless woman. You and Debby exchange a look, both of you feeling a mix between fear and excitement. You can hear the man's moan as his face contorts with pleasure as his tube gets showed in her hole. You and Debby quickly make your way to the bathroom stall, closing the door behind you. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you try to process what just happened. You are now a headless woman, but you don't feel any different than before. You look down at your body and see that it is covered in a soft, pink skin. You realize that, just like the woman with the long skirt, you and Debby are also suppose to have penis-neck male heads to shove in your top vulvas, but you wonder where you could possibly go and find some. As you sit in the stall, lost in thought, you hear a knock on the door. You cautiously approach the door and peek through the peephole, seeing a stranger standing outside. You feel a mix between excitement and fear as you open the door to let them in. As the stranger enters the bathroom, you can see that they are soft and feminine, with a ruggedly handsome face and piercing blue eyes. They introduce themselves as a model who is looking for new models to work with. You exchange a glance with Debby, both of you feeling a mix between curiosity and fear. His body, wearing a pink crop top, a denim miniskirt and high heeled cork sandals, shakes both of your hands vigorously, her boobs jiggling uncontrollably. He must have been transformed in his current form since a long time, since his hair are long and blonde, cascading down her back in soft waves, and his blue eyes sparkle with excitement. He introduces his body as Sarah, apparently the name of the head was not important. Maybe heads don't even have a name, you ponder. You and Debby feel a mix between awe and fear. As Sarah and you talk about the modeling agency and the potential jobs, you can feel your heart racing with excitement and nervousness. You both exchange a look, both of you feeling a mix between excitement and fear. You can see the other woman in the mirror, her eyes darting between Sarah and you. Seeing that neither of you have heads, Sarah decides to just accompany you out of the bathroom, where women with men's heads and men with women's heads are waiting for you. As you step out, you can feel the stares and whispers from the other customers in the store. Sarah leads you both towards the modeling agency, where you meet with a man who introduces himself as a photographer. You are excited to hear about potential jobs and get your first taste of modeling. You get introduced to two male heads that you and Debby can use for your modeling job As you and Debby are getting to know your new necks and penises, you can feel the excitement building within you. You know that this is just the beginning of your modeling career, and you are ready to take on whatever comes your way. The man's head you are going to insert in your top hole has long and curvy red hair, big emerald eyes and is wearing a decent amount of makeup "it's to look more appealing to the majority" he confesses As you lay down on the bed, feeling the head of the male head slowly enter your top hole, you can feel a mix between pleasure and pain. You try to remain still as the head penetrates deeper and deeper, the sensation both exciting and uncomfortable. You can feel the other man watching you closely, his eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. You know that this is a part your life as a model, and you can't wait to see what kind adventures lie ahead. The head of the male head slowly and rhythmically moves in and out, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the head pressing against your cervix, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your insides. You decide to stop moving him in and out to avoid reaching a climax on your new workplace, so you decide to help Debby insert her new head into her hole too. As you help Debby insert her new head into her hole, you can feel the cool air from the other man head's mouth on your skin as he exhales. You continue to guide the head, occasionally pausing to give you or Debby a reassuring chest bump. As you and Debby finish inserting the two new heads into your respective vulvas, you can feel a mix between excitement and nervousness. The man's head you inserted into Debby's top hole has long and curvy black hair, with pearly teeth and piercing eyes that seem to stare right through you. Your head tells everyone his name is Smith and the black haired head says his name is Green. You look satisfied at Green, resting proudly with his meaty tube inserted into Debby's orifice, while you feel the dull and warm throbbing of Smith's dick in your esophagus. As you lie there, feeling the pleasure and pain from your new heads, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to have the opportunity to be a model. You watch as the other models and customers walk by, some of them looking at you with envy and admiration. You can feel the weight on your chest, knowing that you have become a part a new group that is constantly being judged and scrutinized. But with Smith and Green by your side, you know that you can face any challenge that comes your way. You can feel the other head still in your top hole, and as you both continue to work, you can feel the excitement building within you. You know that with your new bodies, you can create some amazing images and become one of the top models in the industry. As you work with Smith and Green, you can feel your body responding to their movements. Suddenly, the makeup expert calls you and Debby. It is time to make Smith and Green look masculine for their modeling shots. The makeup expert approaches you and Debby with a look between excitement and nervousness. She begins to apply layers and layers of makeup, her hands moving quickly and efficiently. You can Smith in your top hole squirming a bit while he gets adjusted, and as you look up at the mirror, you can see the transformation taking place before your eyes. A fake beard is applied on Smith's face and he looks more masculine than ever before. His eyes are now a darker shade, and his lips are painted in a deep shade that accentuates his strong jawline. His head is now covered in a black wig, with short black hair that frames his face perfectly. You watch as the makeup expert continues to work, her hands moving quickly and expertly. She finishes applying the makeup, and you both turn to face the camera. As the camera flashes, you can see the transformation taking place before your eyes. Smith's eyes are now a deep brown, and his beard has been trimmed neatly. His lips are painted a bright red, and his hair is styled in a way that makes him look more manly. You are also approached by the fashion expert, that makes you wear the most feminine clothes that you have ever seen, to make a nice contrast with your head, Smith. As the fashion expert begins to work on your outfit, you can feel the pressure mounting. She hands you a stunning, flowing dress that is made from a soft white material. The dress is adorned with intricate lace and has a plunging neckline that shows off your cleavage. You can feel your heart racing as you try on the dress, feeling both excited and nervous at the same time. The fashion expert helps you adjust the fit, and you can feel the fabric moving against your skin. You can see the other models and customers staring at you with envy and admiration, as they try on their own outfits. The head in your top hole is still squirming, and you can feel the excitement building within you. You know that you have a new look to show off and a new group to impress. As you stand in front the mirror, you can see the other models and customers staring at you with envy and admiration. Smiling, Smith stops squirming and stares down at the only part of you that is visible from his vantage point, your cleavage "You look incredible" he admits, glancing at your whole body in the mirror, ad you streak a feminine pose. "Shall we pose for the camera too, my dear Debra?" He asks. You have no idea how he got your name, but it doesn't bother you. Being unable to nod or smile, you make an ok sign with your right hand and head out the room, to the photoshoot area . As you step out onto the set, you can feel the excitement building within you. The other models and customers are already there, waiting for your arrival. You can see the cameras flashing and the lighting crew waiting for your direction. You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves, knowing that this is just another day at the office for you. As you walk towards the camera, you can feel the eyes on you, watching your every move. You can see the other models and customers staring at you with admiration and envy, as they try on their own outfits. The makeup expert approaches you and Smith, adjusting his black wig and adjusting his facial features. You can see the other models and customers watching you both, their eyes filled with anticipation. The fashion expert hands you a stunning pair of heels, made from a soft leather material that makes your legs look even longer. You try on the heels, feeling the soft leather material against your skin. As you step into the heels, you can feel the heels sinking into the ground, causing your feet to wobble. You try to steady yourself, but the heels are too tight and you stumble slightly. The other models and customers chuckle at your fall, but you quickly regain your composure and continue walking towards the camera. As you stand in front the camera, you can feel the pressure mounting. The makeup expert begins to work on your makeup, her hands moving quickly and expertly. You can feel your body responding to her movements, as you try to stay still and focus on the task at hand. Nobody told you there was going to be a fully naked session during the photoshoot, but you accept to participate anyway You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you realize that you are about to be fully exposed in front the camera. You can feel your heart racing as you try to stay calm and focused on the task at hand. The makeup expert has finished adjusting Smith's appearance to look like a woman again, just in time for you to undress completely for the camera. You start a slow strip-tease, Smith (your head that you don't control) winking, looking seductively, smiling and blowing kisses at the camera to help you look as sexy as possible. The other models and customers watch in awe as you slowly remove each layer of clothing, revealing more and more of your body with each passing moment. Your skin glows in the soft light of the studio, and you can feel the eyes of the other models and customers on you. You continue to strip-tease, your movements graceful and seductive, until you are completely naked in front the camera. You can feel the camera flashes and the lighting crew watching you closely, ready to capture every moment of your nakedness on film. Now you are naked, and a seductive music starts playing. It is time to dance. You feel a surge in your body as the music begins to play, and you start to move your body to the rhythm. You can feel the other models and customers watching you, their eyes filled with admiration and envy as they try to imitate your movements. You can see the camera flashes going off in quick succession, capturing your every move and making you feel both exposed and empowered at the same time. You dance with abandon, your body moving in perfect rhythm with the music. The other models and customers watch in awe as you dance, their eyes filled with both admiration and envy. You can feel the heat rising in your body as you dance, the music pumping through your veins. You move with grace and fluidity, your body swaying to the beat. You can see the other models and customers watching you, their eyes filled with admiration and envy as they try to dance like you. While you are dancing, something unexpected happens. Another copy of your lower body sprouts from your butt, with hips and legs and genitals and everything in between. To everyone's surprise, yourself included, you can now dance with these new set of ulterior legs like you always had them. As you dance, the new set of legs seem to be responding to your movements, moving in perfect sync with your body. You can feel the other models and customers staring at you in disbelief, but you don't care. You're having the best dance of your life, and you're loving every moment of it. As you dance, you can feel your body moving in perfect rhythm with the music. The other models and customers are now staring at you in shock, some even backing away in fear. You can see the confusion on their faces as they try to process what they are seeing. You take advantage and continue to dance with the new set of legs, feeling more powerful and in control than ever before. You can feel the other models and customers watching you, their eyes filled with awe and admiration as they witness your newfound abilities. As the dance continues, you can see the other models and customers slowly backing away, still in shock from the unexpected transformation. Eventually the dance is over, and you move away from the camera, the other models and customers trying to refrain themselves to get a feel of your second butt You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling the rush and excitement from the dance. You can feel the other models and customers still staring at you, some still in awe and some in fear. You realize that this is not the kind experience you want to have, but it was an experience nonetheless. Debby comes near you, and she has been transformed too, just like you. You keep looking like twins, it seems As you look at Debby, you can see the fear and confusion in her eyes. She looks at you with disbelief, and you can tell that she is still in shock from the unexpected transformation. You can feel the power you have over her, and you know that you could use it to your advantage. You take her hand and lead her away from the other models and customers, trying to keep a safe distance from them. As you walk, you can feel your body responding to your new set of legs, moving with a newfound confidence and power. You can hear the other models and customers whispering to each other, trying to come to terms with what they have just seen. The modeling agency pays you and Debby, gifting you a skirt each to cover your front legs. Your hind legs are wearing the same pants you wore when you accepted the job. They don't have a set of underwear that can cover your assets between your front legs, so you and Debby are not wearing anything under your skirt. As you walk away from the modeling agency, you can feel the eyes of the other models and customers on you. You can hear their whispers and murmurs, but you try to ignore them and focus on your own thoughts. You and Debby can't help but look like twins, with your new sets of legs and the skirt covering your front legs. You forgot to ask what you were supposed to do about Smith and Green, so you quickly walk back. The modeling agency tells you that you are free to go as soon as Smith and Green are taken care of. You and Debby can't wait to get out and see what your next modeling job will be. As you walk back to the agency, you can feel the stares and whispers of the other models and customers. You try to ignore them and focus on the task at hand. The task at hand is to remove Smith and Green from your and Debby's vagina that sits between your and hers shoulders respectively. As you and Debby approach the building, you can feel your heart racing with anticipation. You know that you need to be quick and efficient, as time is of the essence. You quickly explain the situation to the building's security guard, and he nods understandingly. He says he can take the heads from you and Debby as soon as you remove them. You reach up to lift Smith's head out of your vagina, your legs shaking with pleasure. You see Debby doing the same. As you remove the heads from Smith and Green, you can feel their eyes on you. They look at you with a mix between fear and admiration, as if they are finally seeing what they have always wanted to see. You can see the excitement and curiosity in their eyes as they watch you and Debby hand them to the security guard. You wonder if there is a place where they sell heads like Smith and Green. As the heads are removed from your and Debby's bodies, you can feel the rush and excitement in your body. You and Debby are still in shock from the unexpected transformation, but you know that it was worth it. You both realize that you have found a way to express your creativity and control your body in a way that you never thought possible. You can feel the power you have over others, and you know that you are capable and deserving. You trot out of the building on your four legs, feeling a sense pride and accomplishment. As you walk through the streets, you can feel the stares and whispers from the other models and customers. You try to ignore them and focus on the task at hand, knowing that you have overcome a major obstacle in your career. You and Debby can't wait to see what your next modeling job will be. As you walk, you can feel the power in your legs, and you know that you will continue to use them to your advantage. The modeling agency calls you and asks if you would be interested in a new project. You look at Debby, who gestures in agreement. You have prepared two bells to ring to express agreement or disagreement, and so you ring the affirmative bell to let the agency know you are interested. As you wait for the agency to respond, you can feel the excitement building within you. You know that this could be the opportunity you have been waiting for, and you are ready to take it. After a few moments, the agency responds, and you hear the news that they have hired you to do a shoot with a popular celebrity.

## A Story Set in the Predator Technology Genetics World The success of the "homeless rehabilitation program" had exceeded all projections. One month into its implementation, over two thousand miniaturized homeless individuals had been processed through Chen's increasingly efficient digestive system. Her weight now approached 2,500 pounds, her enormous form continuing to evolve specialized adaptations to accommodate her relentless consumption patterns. In her private executive suite atop PTG Tower, CEO Victoria Krane stood before floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the restructured city below. Her seventy-foot frame was silhouetted against the sunset, the golden light illuminating her perfect proportions with an almost divine radiance. Today she wore a white silk gown that seemed to capture and amplify the dying sunlight, the fabric flowing like liquid mercury around her statuesque body. The garment featured an architectural neckline that framed her elegant collarbones and slender neck, while the precisely tailored bodice accentuated her perfect breasts and trim waist before cascading to the floor in a waterfall of luminous fabric. Her platinum blonde bob gleamed like polished metal in the sunset light, each strand cut with laser precision to fall exactly to her jawline, the geometric perfection of the style emphasizing the flawless symmetry of her aristocratic features. Her skin had the translucent quality of finest alabaster, genetic treatments having eliminated any hint of imperfection or aging. Her famous sapphire eyes caught the dying sunlight, the unnatural blue seeming to glow from within as she gazed thoughtfully at the city spread beneath her. Diamond and sapphire jewelry adorned her throat and wrists, the stones selected to match her eyes precisely, each facet catching the light with hypnotic brilliance. Her makeup was minimal but perfect—a hint of luminizer on her high cheekbones, a touch of gold at the inner corners of her eyes, and lips painted with a translucent pearl gloss that caught the light when she spoke. The door to her suite opened, admitting Executive Monica Hayes. The sixty-foot Amazonian stepped into the room with confident grace, her powerful physique showcased in a crimson evening gown that celebrated rather than concealed her impressive musculature. The dress featured a halter neckline that displayed her strong shoulders and defined arms to perfection, while the bodice hugged her impressive chest before nipping in at her relatively narrow waist. The skirt was slit high on both sides, revealing glimpses of powerful thighs with each step, the fabric moving like liquid fire around her tall frame. Hayes had styled her chestnut hair in an elaborate updo that exposed the elegant line of her neck while allowing a few strategic tendrils to frame her strong jawline and high cheekbones. Her amber eyes were enhanced with smoky shadow in bronze and gold tones that made them appear to smolder in the sunset light, while her full lips were painted the signature PTG crimson that complemented her dress perfectly. Gold jewelry adorned her wrists and ears, the metal warming her tanned skin and highlighting the natural glow of her complexion. "The Olympus prototype is ready," Hayes announced, crossing the room to stand beside Krane at the window. Her movements carried the fluid power of an apex predator—controlled strength in every gesture, nothing wasted or exaggerated. Krane nodded, her sapphire eyes still fixed on the city below. "And Chen's consumption metrics?" "Beyond all projections," Hayes replied, producing a tablet displaying the latest data. "Her intake capacity has increased 43% since implementation of the homeless program. She consumed 127 miniaturized subjects yesterday alone—a new record." The door opened again, admitting Executives Voss and Novak together. Diana Voss entered first, her forty-five-foot voluptuous form poured into a black gown that seemed to have been painted onto her exaggerated curves. The dress featured a plunging neckline that showcased the magnificent valley between her enormous breasts, while the waist was cinched to emphasize the dramatic contrast with her wide hips. Strategic cutouts revealed glimpses of pale skin along her sides, and a thigh-high slit exposed one shapely leg with each step. The fabric itself seemed alive, reflecting light with an almost liquid quality as it stretched across her impossible proportions. Voss's platinum blonde hair cascaded in perfect waves to the middle of her back, each strand seeming to capture and refract the sunset light independently. Her makeup was dramatic and flawless—winged eyeliner extending in artistic flourishes at the corners, lashes so long they cast faint shadows on her cheeks, contouring that sculpted her heart-shaped face with architectural precision, and lips overdrawn to enhance their already considerable fullness, painted a deep burgundy that bordered on black. Diamond chandelier earrings brushed her shoulders when she moved, and multiple gem-encrusted bangles adorned her wrists, tinkling musically with each gesture. Behind her came Sophia Novak, her thirty-foot athletic frame striking a different but equally impressive silhouette in a tuxedo-inspired evening ensemble. She wore tailored black trousers with a satin stripe down each leg, paired with a waistcoat that hugged her trim torso. Instead of a traditional jacket, she had opted for a sleeveless version that showcased her defined arms, the lapels faced in crimson satin that matched her bow tie. The outfit's precision tailoring emphasized her athletic build—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, long legs with the defined musculature of a natural athlete. Novak's blonde undercut was freshly shaved on the sides, displaying an intricate pattern that had been cut into the quarter-inch length, while the longer top section had been styled in a dramatic pompadour that added height and framed her striking features. Her makeup emphasized her most distinctive feature—her violet eyes—with metallic shadow in complementary purples and silvers. Her lips were painted a deep rose rather than the standard PTG crimson, and her only jewelry consisted of a single diamond ear cuff that climbed the curve of her left ear and a platinum collar that encircled her neck. "The performance metrics from last night's 'Homeless Heaven' broadcast are extraordinary," Voss announced as she joined the others at the window, her full hips swaying hypnotically with each step. "Viewer engagement exceeded all previous records, particularly during the 'veteran consumption' segment." "Psychological impact assessment shows 97% compliance motivation increase across all miniaturized sectors," Novak added, her violet eyes gleaming with professional satisfaction. "Fear of being designated 'non-productive' has created unprecedented productivity improvements." Krane turned from the window, her sapphire eyes moving thoughtfully from one executive to another. "The Chen project has succeeded beyond our initial projections," she acknowledged. "And yet, I find myself... curious about an aspect we've never directly explored." The other executives exchanged glances, sensing something unusual in their CEO's tone. "Which aspect, specifically?" Hayes inquired, her amber eyes studying Krane's perfect features for hints. "Consumption itself," Krane replied, moving toward her private bar with fluid grace. She selected a crystal decanter and began pouring a luminous golden liquid into four matching glasses. "We've engineered the perfect consumption machine in Chen, designed an entire social order around the principle that the strong consume the weak, yet none of us have ever experienced the act personally." A momentary silence fell over the group as the implications of this observation registered. Voss was the first to respond, her full lips curving into an intrigued smile as she accepted one of the crystal glasses from Krane. "A fascinating point," she purred, the musical quality of her voice filling the room like expensive perfume. "We've remained observers rather than participants in our own paradigm." "Is there a tactical advantage to direct participation?" Novak asked, her violet eyes analytical as she took her glass. The security executive's mind immediately went to strategic applications rather than philosophical implications. "Perhaps not tactical," Hayes suggested, accepting her drink with a thoughtful expression. "But there may be experiential intelligence we're lacking by remaining detached from the cornerstone of our social engineering." Krane nodded, pleased by her executives' quick understanding. "Precisely. Chen's psychological evolution suggests that consumption provides satisfaction beyond simple nutritional value—a primal pleasure we've engineered but never personally explored." She raised her glass in a toast, the crystal catching the sunset light and fracturing it into rainbows across her perfect features. "I propose an experiment—a private consumption experience, reserved exclusively for the Titan executive class." The others raised their glasses in response, intrigued by the proposal. They drank together, the rare spirit burning pleasantly as it went down, a prelude to the more exotic consumption they now contemplated. "I've already instructed the culinary division to prepare an appropriate selection," Krane continued, setting her empty glass aside. "The presentation will be refined, of course—nothing like Chen's grotesque gorging. This will be consumption elevated to an art form, befitting our status." "When will this experiment take place?" Hayes inquired, her amber eyes gleaming with scientific curiosity. "Tonight," Krane replied with a smile that revealed perfect teeth. "The selection has been prepared in my private dining suite. Shall we?" --- Krane's private dining suite occupied an entire level of the executive wing of PTG Tower. Unlike the industrial-scale consumption facilities where Chen's feedings took place, this space was designed with aesthetic refinement as its primary consideration. Soaring ceilings with crystal chandeliers, walls paneled in rare woods, and furnishings crafted from precious materials created an atmosphere of rarefied luxury appropriate for Titan executives. The dining table—a massive slab of polished black stone veined with gold—had been set for four, with place settings of platinum and crystal arranged with mathematical precision. Each setting featured multiple specialized utensils whose purpose was not immediately apparent, hinting at the unique nature of the meal to come. As the executives entered, they were greeted by the head of PTG's culinary division—a human-scale Overseer who had been granted special clearance for this unprecedented event. He bowed deeply as the Titans took their seats, their enormous forms accommodated by specially designed chairs that balanced comfort with appropriate formality. "Honored executives," the culinary director began, his voice controlled despite the obvious tension of addressing four Titans simultaneously. "Tonight's experience has been crafted to introduce you to consumption in its most refined form. We have selected miniaturized subjects based on specific flavor profiles, prepared them with complementary accompaniments, and designed specialized serving techniques to enhance the sensory experience." He gestured, and a team of white-coated assistants entered, each carrying a covered silver platter scaled to Titan proportions. They moved with choreographed precision, positioning a platter before each executive before stepping back to await further instructions. "Our first course," the culinary director announced, "features miniaturized former academics, selected for their refined flavor profile. These subjects devoted their lives to intellectual pursuits, developing distinctive neural complexity that translates to subtle taste variations. They are presented live but lightly sedated for optimal freshness and minimal disruption to your dining experience." On his signal, the assistants simultaneously removed the silver covers, revealing what appeared to be elegant compositions resembling high-end cuisine—except that each plate contained three miniaturized humans arranged on beds of delicate microgreens. The tiny figures were dressed in formal attire, moving sluggishly due to the sedation but clearly alive and aware of their situation. "I recommend beginning with the literature professor," the culinary director suggested, indicating the figure on the left of each composition. "Note the subtle complexities developed through decades of language analysis and emotional narrative immersion. The philosophy professor offers more robust intellectual notes, while the mathematics professor provides a clean, precise finish." The executives exchanged glances, a moment of collective hesitation before this unprecedented experience. Krane, naturally, took the lead, her perfect features composed in an expression of scientific interest rather than either reluctance or eagerness. With elegant precision, she selected a specialized platinum fork designed for individual selection, lifted the miniaturized literature professor from her plate, and raised him to her perfect lips. The cameras built discreetly into the dining suite captured the historic moment in exquisite detail—the first time a Titan executive had engaged in direct consumption of a human being. Unlike Chen's messy, enthusiastic devouring, Krane's approach was refined and precise. She placed the miniaturized human in her mouth whole, her lips closing with delicate control. Her perfect features registered thoughtful consideration as she experienced the taste, her jaw moving in subtle, elegant motions as she chewed with perfect decorum. After swallowing with barely perceptible movement of her slender throat, Krane's sapphire eyes revealed a flash of surprise, quickly controlled. "Fascinating," she commented, her voice maintaining its usual composed authority despite a new undertone of genuine interest. "There's a complexity I hadn't anticipated—layers of experience and emotion that translate into distinct flavor notes." Encouraged by their CEO's example, the other executives proceeded to sample their first subjects. Hayes approached the experience with methodical precision, her strong features registering analytical assessment as she consumed the miniaturized professor with controlled movements. "Distinct neural patterns are indeed perceptible as flavor variations," she observed after swallowing. "The emotional landscape of a literature specialist creates an interesting complexity." Voss brought a more sensual approach to her consumption, her full lips closing around the miniaturized human with evident pleasure, her eyes half-closing as she savored the experience. "Mmm, delicious," she purred after swallowing, her tongue passing over her burgundy lips to catch any lingering taste. "There's a richness to consumption that exceeds expectations—almost addictive in its complexity." Novak, ever the tactician, studied her subject briefly before consuming it with efficient precision. Her violet eyes widened slightly as she processed the experience. "The neural component is significant," she noted after swallowing. "I detect distinct patterns of thought translated as flavor—quite different from conventional food." The culinary director nodded with professional satisfaction at their responses. "This is merely the beginning of your exploration. Each subject type offers unique characteristics—the artist presents different notes than the scientist, the athlete different textures than the intellectual. Tonight's menu progresses through twelve distinct human varieties, each selected to illuminate different aspects of the consumption experience." As the executives proceeded through the carefully curated tasting menu, their initial clinical detachment gradually gave way to more genuine engagement with the experience. By the fourth course—featuring miniaturized dancers whose lifetime of movement had created distinctive muscle development and neural patterning—all four Titans were displaying signs of genuine pleasure in the consumption process. Krane, ever the perfect embodiment of Titan restraint, maintained her composed exterior, but her sapphire eyes now gleamed with unmistakable satisfaction as she consumed each new offering. Hayes approached each course with scientific interest, noting the distinctions between subject types with professional precision, but her amber eyes had taken on a smoldering quality that suggested deeper enjoyment than her controlled comments indicated. Voss made no attempt to disguise her pleasure, her voluptuous form shifting sensuously in her chair as she savored each miniaturized human, occasional soft sounds of delight escaping her full lips. Novak, initially the most reserved, had developed a predatory intensity in her violet gaze as she assessed each new subject, her consumption becoming more deliberate, more focused, as if cataloging every nuance of the experience for future reference. The culinary team continued to present increasingly exotic offerings—miniaturized musicians whose lifetime of auditory development created unique neural patterns, former athletes whose specialized musculature offered distinctive textures, even a selection of identical twins to demonstrate how genetic similarities translated to flavor profiles. "Our final course," the culinary director announced as the dessert service approached, "represents the pinnacle of consumption refinement. We have reserved a truly special selection to conclude your first exploration of direct consumption." The assistants entered with four crystal bowls, each containing what appeared to be a luminous golden liquid in which floated a single miniaturized human. Unlike the previous courses, these subjects were fully alert, their tiny expressions registering fear and confusion as they struggled to stay afloat in the mysterious substance. "Former executive candidates," the culinary director explained with evident pride. "Individuals who reached the final selection stage for Titan transformation but ultimately failed to meet genetic compatibility standards. They represent the closest approximation to yourselves available for consumption—highly intelligent, ambitious, genetically superior to standard humans though ultimately insufficient for Titan status." He indicated the golden liquid surrounding them. "They are suspended in a neural enhancement serum that amplifies consciousness while preventing excessive movement. The recommended consumption method is to drink the serum along with the subject, experiencing their heightened awareness as they are consumed." This final offering created a moment of reflection among the executives—consuming those who had almost joined their ranks represented a crossing of boundaries beyond the evening's previous explorations. Krane studied her crystal bowl thoughtfully, her sapphire eyes meeting the terrified gaze of the miniaturized almost-executive floating within. "The ultimate expression of our philosophy," she observed, lifting the bowl with elegant precision. "Those who fall short of excellence become sustenance for those who achieve it." She brought the bowl to her perfect lips and tipped it slightly, allowing both golden serum and miniaturized human to flow into her mouth. The cameras captured the moment in exquisite detail—the tiny figure's expression of horror as it disappeared between Krane's perfect lips, the subtle movement of her throat as she swallowed, and most strikingly, the flash of genuine pleasure that transformed her usually composed features for a brief, unguarded moment. "Extraordinary," she breathed after completing the consumption, her sapphire eyes luminous with an intensity rarely displayed. "The neural enhancement creates a feedback loop of consciousness—one can taste their awareness, their understanding of their fate, their recognition of your superiority as you consume them." The other executives followed her example, each experiencing the heightened consumption in their own way. Hayes closed her amber eyes as she drank, her strong features softening with unexpected pleasure as she absorbed the experience. Voss made the consumption into a performance, tilting her head back dramatically as she drank, a soft moan escaping her burgundy lips as she swallowed the enhanced subject. Novak maintained her disciplined exterior, but her violet eyes blazed with new understanding as she processed the unique sensory input of consuming a highly conscious, genetically superior subject. When the final crystal bowl had been set aside, a moment of collective reflection fell over the dining suite. The executives exchanged glances, silently acknowledging that they had crossed a threshold together—moved from architects of a consumption-based hierarchy to direct participants in its most fundamental aspect. "Your assessments?" Krane inquired, her perfect composure restored though a new light remained in her sapphire eyes. "The experience exceeds theoretical understanding," Hayes replied, her analytical mind already processing the implications. "Direct participation reveals dimensions of consumption that observation alone cannot capture." "Intoxicating," Voss purred, her full lips curved in a satisfied smile that revealed perfect teeth. "The power dynamic is... uniquely satisfying when experienced rather than merely observed." "Strategically significant," Novak added, her violet eyes analytical despite the new hunger visible in their depths. "Understanding consumption from direct experience will inform our governance approach moving forward." Krane nodded, pleased by their responses. "I propose we incorporate private consumption experiences into our executive routine," she suggested, rising from her chair with fluid grace, her white gown flowing around her perfect form like liquid moonlight. "Not as public spectacle like Chen's performances, but as refined private ritual befitting Titan status." "An excellent proposal," Hayes agreed, standing to join her CEO. "Though I note a potential evolution in Chen's utility. Rather than merely serving as public consumption spectacle and disposal system, she might be repurposed as our personal selection specialist—identifying and preparing optimal subjects for our private consumption." "While continuing her public role," Novak added, the tactician in her immediately seeing the dual-purpose potential. "The public witnesses grotesque mass consumption that reinforces compliance through fear, while we engage in refined, selective consumption that enhances our connection to our own philosophy." "Perfect symmetry," Voss observed, her voluptuous form rising from her chair with sensuous grace. "The messiness of quantity for public consumption, the refinement of quality for Titan consumption." As they departed the dining suite, the four Titan executives moved with a subtly altered energy—their already perfect forms seeming somehow more vital, more present, after their first direct participation in the consumption that defined their corporate philosophy. The cameras built into the suite captured these changes in minute detail—the heightened glow in their skin, the predatory grace that now infused even their most casual movements, the new light of direct understanding in their extraordinary eyes. The footage would never be shown publicly, of course. Unlike Chen's grotesque feeding frenzies, Titan consumption would remain private, refined, an exclusive experience reserved for those at the absolute apex of PTG's hierarchy. But the record would exist, preserved in PTG's most secure archives—evidence of the night when the architects of "bigger is better" finally embraced the most primal aspect of their own philosophy. --- In her specialized living quarters forty floors below the executive dining suite, Chen shifted restlessly in her sleep, her enormous 2,500-pound form requiring specialized support systems just to prevent tissue damage from its own mass. Her dreams were troubled tonight—visions of the Titan executives engaged in consumption activities without her, claiming the primal pleasure she had come to see as exclusively hers. In these dreams, the Titans consumed with elegant precision, their perfect forms unmarked by the grotesque expansion that characterized her own transformation. They remained beautiful, powerful, while experiencing the satisfaction she had thought was her sole domain in the PTG hierarchy. Even in sleep, the hunger gnawed at her—the engineered appetite that PTG had designed as both her purpose and her prison. But tonight, that hunger was tinged with something new: envy of the Titans who could consume without consequence, who remained perfect while she expanded into monstrous formlessness, who experienced the pleasure without paying the price of physical transformation. The medical team monitoring her vital signs noted increased stress markers during this REM cycle—elevated heart rate, irregular breathing patterns, unusual brain activity in regions associated with competition and status anxiety. Their reports would be on Executive Hayes' desk by morning, numeric evidence of the psychological evolution taking place within the corporation's premier consumption specialist. As Chen's enormous body processed the 127 homeless individuals she had devoured during the day's broadcast, her subconscious mind processed a new understanding: in PTG's hierarchy of consumption, she occupied an ambiguous position—above the consumed but below the Titans who had engineered her hunger. She was both predator and tool, consumer and consumed, powerful in her appetite yet controlled by those who satisfied it. The hunger that had once been simple biological drive was evolving into something more complex—a nexus of desire, resentment, ambition, and need that would shape her relationship with the Titan executives in ways none of them had anticipated when they first captured the resistance commander and transformed her into their consumption spectacle. And as the night deepened, in executive residences atop PTG Tower, four extraordinary women experienced their own dreams—dreams of power and consumption now informed by direct experience rather than theoretical understanding. The Titan executives had crossed a threshold, tasted the literal fruits of their philosophy, and found them sweeter than anticipated. The strong consumed the weak. The big devoured the small. And now, even the Titans themselves had joined the feast. *To Be Continued...*