Veronica strode into her living room acting as though she was confused. "My mum must have finished of the drinks when she had a girls night with her friends, Liz do you think you could help me grab the stash I keep under my bed?"
Liz's face instantly brightened up at the thought of being helpful. "Of course!" she beamed. She hopped up and the sandal clad feet ran up the stairs.
'Soon, those feet will be mine' thought Veronica, grinning devilishly while following Liz up the stairs. Liz's plan was far from clear, she first thought she could attempt to tie up Liz to get to her feet, but then she had a better idea. 'What if the smell of my feet not only attracts me but other people as well?' There was only one way to find out and Veronica intended to find out.
Liz was already sitting on Veronica's bed waiting for Veronica as Veronica walked in the room. Veronica pointed under he bed and said "They are just under there" while at the same time inconspicuously slipping off her flats. As Veronica walked over to her bed she could already feel the sweet smell of her feet filling her own nostrils.
"I don't see anything" said Liz. "Silly, It wouldn't be a secret stash if it was easy to find. It is hidden in the frame of the bed so you have to slid under on your back, then it should be right above you." Liz smiled and did as she was told, sliding underneath the bed on her back. It was then time for Veronica to prepare the trap. She sat on the bed and lifted up her mouth watering feet onto the bed as well, waiting for Liz's unsuspecting face to appear.
Liz slid back out on her back frowning "I still don't see..." the rest of Liz's complaint was smothered by the two long feet that descended on her face, holding her head to the floor.
"What do you see now Liz, more importantly, what do you smell?" Liz was struggling against the two feet that held her down, desperately trying to remove the soft flesh that restricted her. Veronica's toes were scrunched, latching onto the face of their victim, allowing no fresh air to get to her nose. Liz thrashed about but because her mouth was covered by feet no sound escaped, nor could she see anything but the bottoms of the toes of her attacker.
"Stop resisting Liz, you know you want the feet." Liz was moving less now, her head not rocking nearly as much as before, and her limbs slowly coming to rest. Liz's senses were awash with Veronica's feet. She smelt feet, saw feet, felt feet and even tasted feet when sweat rolled from Veronica's feet into Liz's mouth. It was not so nearly as gross as she first thought. They smelt quite nice actually, and the soft pressure of feet against her face was quite comforting. 'Yes' thought Liz 'feet'
After Liz had stopped moving entirely and her breathing returned to normal. Veronica slowly lifted her feet to discover...
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