You knocked on Rachael’s door, excited at the idea of showing off your power to her. She opened the door and pecked you on the cheek before inviting you in and up to her room. Her parents had already left for work and wouldn’t be home until after school was over. “So what did you need to show me before school?” she smiled as she grabbed her book bag. You were both seniors in high school and due to graduate this month.
“I thought you might be interested in me doing this,” you smiled as you started to use your powers.
“If this is you trying to masturbate in front of me again…” Rachael teased you before she felt an uncomfortable shifting in her heels. “Man, my shoes feel tight!” she grumbled.
“Yeah you may wanna pop your heels off,” you smirked. Rachael looked at you funny but complied. She was shocked as her feet doubled in size and width, then doubled again, until her feet were almost two and a half feet long and 14 inches wide.
‘What happened to my feet?” she yelled, but it was weird. It wasn’t entirely in fear or shock but maybe…delight?
“I was able to grow them with this new power I woke up with,” you smiled back at her.
“And this is the largest you can make them?” she asked staring at her feet. She was flexing her toes as she asked, mesmerized by their large size and movement.
“No,” you said intrigued by how calm she was acting about all this.
“Good,” she grabbed you by the arm and threw you on the bed. She then plopped down next to you and swung her huge feet into your lap. “Get to rubbing, you owe me a foot massage for making me your guinea pig,” she smiled.
“Well you weren’t my guinea pig,” you corrected her, “I did grow my feet first.
“Don’t care!” she spread her toes. “My piggies need man-handling!” And with that you began to give her a deep tissue massage, receiving a ton of erotic groans for your efforts, an even trade you felt.
You smiled and gave her the massage she asked for. “You’re taking having big feet well.”
“Well I love feet, and having the biggest feet makes me so happy,” she told you playfully.
“You know,” you said slyly, “I have to be truthful here and let you know that your feet kinda…stink.”
“I know,” she cooed, “And I love it! Big feet should stink big too!” You smiled and kissed her left big toe. “C’mon,” she clapped you on the shoulder, “we’ve got to get to school.” Rachael swung her feet from your lap and waddled across her beroom, as her feet were too big to walk normally, and picked up her heels. “Well I guess these won’t work,” she put a hand on her hip in contemplation.
You felt something, like a door in your mind had popped open, and you couldn’t help but fixate on Rachael’s black heels. Her jaw dropped as her shoes began to grow, morph, and change colors. Your focused collapsed and the shoes were done changing. You looked from them to Rachael who was dumbfounded. “Red clown shoes?” she said stupefied. And they were red clown shoes; red bubble toe mary janes that fit her feet perfectly and had a 1-inch heel.
“Sorry, I was trying to-!”
“Who cares?” she laughed. “These are perfect! What’s the point of having big clown feet if you aren’t going to show them off with some big red clown shoes?” She laughed, clearly having too much fun as she sat down and put her clown shoes on. Standing up Rachael was a sight to see.
There stood Rachael, her beautiful face with its ruby red lips framed by her straight black shoulder length hair that transitioned to pink tips. She was an 18-rear-old, thin Latina with C-cups and a nice butt, who was dressed in a black blazer over a white t-shirt, white gloves, black form-fitting jeggings, and big red clown shoes. You were hard just at the sight of her.
“You ready to go, or you having trouble walking normaly too?”
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