HQ Kitchen, 3:00 AM
You walk into the kitchen and see Amber eating a 10 gallon tub of vanilla icecream. Dont you ever get sick of the taste? Nope. Are you gonna save some for the rest of us? Maybe. Here, you can have this. She scoops some out and holds the spoon out. As you walk over, she flips the spoon, dropping the icecream on her bare feet. You watch as it absorbs into her feet. It causes them to grow a couple sizes, being at about a 9 now instead of their normal 7. You always did say my feet were too small. I never said that, I just prefer like a 9 or 10 rather than say a 5. Addy's bitchness isn't the only reason I dont bug her about her feet that much. Well, in addition to their new size, my feet took on a... characteristic of this icecream. Like? Why dont you come over and take a lick. Being lazy, you teleport over to Amber in an already sitting position. She raises her feet to your face. You immediately notice that they smell a bit creamy. Almost like a Zombie, you begin subconsciously licking her feet, savoring the vanilla taste. All the while she's absorbing your saliva to keep her feet dry. Good thing her powers aren't automatic, or you'd have quite a big problem to deal with. Good little foot monkey, she says as she pets you on the head. Normally something like that would offend you, but when Amber says it, it just turns you on. She's at least more creative than "Footboy" or something along those lines. DJ. Mmm... yes Amber? Will you sleep with me? What?! No no. Not like that, I mean like a sleepover in my room type thing. You know, with your own sleeping bag? I can do that. Cmon foot monkey, follow me. I know where your room is. Shanna has everyones' names lasered on the doors. Casa de Snickers aka Amber's Room
Ok, here's yours. She tosses you a rolled up sleeping bag. Amber could I erm... Sure. What?! That?! Now?! Mhmm, I do quite love the way that certain substance feels as I absorb it. All the pleasure of sex with none of the risks. I love my powers! Ok then. Since you cant sleep without whacking off first, drop pants. Can I at least sit down... She pushes you onto her bed and pulls your pajama pants down with her toes. She then reaches for your boxers...
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