Emily felt herself changing again and didn’t understand what was going on. She could feel more pores opening up on her tongue and her nostrils opening even wider. She also felt as if her mouth was watering from thirst, and that she was taking in more sustained and frequent breaths. Though Emily was far from enjoying this, she couldn’t help but piggishly take in more of Cathy’s foot funk, and her tongue began to rapidly swirl around her sole much faster than before, trying to absorb as much of the salty sweat and dirt as possible. Cathy began to wiggle her toes in satisfaction over Emily’s sad, blurry eyes.
“Ooo! That’s much better!” Cathy exclaimed as she felt the sensation of her new insole’s desire to pleasure her large foot. “However, I do believe your color is changing a lot quicker now that you’ve become so eager to serve my big beautiful sole. I may have to change the color of these crocs to a very, VERY, dark green,” Cathy giggled. However, Cathy was right. Emily’s face became an abnormal shade of green, and she was incredibly sick with the taste of this sadistic woman’s foot. “Well,” said Cathy, “I best be going off to the store right now, but you should be proud of your new job, even if it is really dirty work.” Emily’s brain had been almost completely deteriorated by this point from the fumes of Cathy’s putrid foot, with no ability to think of anything else except for how much despair she was in, yet wanted nothing more than Cathy’s foot to remain on top of her.
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