Magically Possessed Feet
This is a story about a person who now has possessed feet! They walk, think, and talk on their own. They don't really care what you want, they'll do whatever they want. Mention if your character is a furry or not, as the story may refer to them as paws in that case. WARNING: Contains Body Control, Non-Consensual elements (They literally have minds of their own), and Possession themes.It had been about a week since your feet had been possessed. Now they glow a constant purplish shimmer and take control of your feet whenever they want. At the moment they were asleep, which meant that you were in control, which you took advantage of whenever you could. You were careful in slipping out of bed, putting on your slides, and walking to the bathroom to wash up.
After doing so, and making breakfast, you sat in front of the TV and watched something mindless. That was a big mistake. The noise stirred your feet, your toes flexing as they woke up.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Said your left foot, your toes scrunching under their control.
"What did we say about shoes!" Your right foot said, indignantly.
Your feet suddenly shook off the slides, now barefoot again, and made you stand up against your will.
"It looks like it's a beautiful morning... Let's go for a jog!" Said your right foot again, your toes wiggling.
Your left foot wiggled its toes as well, "Yes! A jog sounds like a splendid idea! And don't bother telling us off, we're not listening, now lets go!"
Your feet suddenly started moving on their own, walking you to the door, making you leave the house completely barefoot. As they left the apartment building they made you turn towards the sidewalk.
"On your Mark, get set, GO!" Your feet started running on their own, with you along for the ride.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
Ava - Freeloader roommate
CW: Sweat, Chubby, Hyper, Possible nipple penetration, Lactation, Cumflation
Oliver Valderas
Oliver hates it when you shave. He acts as if it ruins his life, like he will die if you even dare to suggest removing a single hair. Basically just Oliver being obsessed with your bush. Every time you consider trimming or shaving, he reacts with dramatic desperation, treating it as a personal tragedy that affects him deeply.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.