“Oh God!” Richie moaned as Melissa continued to suck on his dick. He had never suspected that she was so talented with her tongue, nor that she would be so enthusiastic about giving head just a few short days before her wedding. He tried his best but he couldn’t last long against such technique and quickly emptied into her mouth. She smiled, swallowed, and wiped her lips before patting him on the thigh as if to say job well done. “That was amazing!”
“Thank you,” Melissa smiled as she rose to her feet. She quickly chased Richie away, determined to get back to work on the wedding. She closed the front door to her parent’s house on Richie, who couldn’t stop thanking her enough. She smiled as she moved back towards her room and the wedding plans, her feet feeling uncomfortable and tight in her shoes. She thought to herself, “Richie really will make Will a good best man!”
…3 Days Earlier…
Melissa and Will were engaged to be married in exactly one week, and were having a little get together with their friends and family. Melissa had always been rather prudish, it was trying to get her to experiment that made Will so attracted to her. He knew even kissing in public was uncomfortable for her and he just loved her for it. So when he saw her talking privately with his sister Rachel, he had to laugh to himself. The police had arrested Rachel on more than 5 separate occasions engaging in sexual acts in public. She was a bit of a whore, and it wasn’t for having sex in public, but more for often demanding money for sex after the fact with her numerous partners. Will was sure her partners numbered well into triple digits, and at the age of 27 that was an impressive pace to have set for herself.
“So you’re saying you have that foot growth virus that’s going around?” Melissa asked Rachel worriedly. “Should you even be here, around people?”
“Pfft!” Rachel laughed and waved Melissa off, “It’s totally fine!” She put her hand on Melissa’s shoulder, and since Melissa was wearing an off the shoulder sweater Rachel made skin on skin contact. “It totally can’t be transferred unless someone has sex, it’s like a weird STD!” It was not. It was spread through skin on skin contact. Rachel was not one to sweat STD’s as she and gonorrhea were friends who visited each other a few times a year. Rachel had just infected Melissa, and seeing as she was a walking petri dish of communicable diseases she had actually just transferred a mutated version that also lowered inhibitions and heightened the body’s need for sexual pleasure. Way to go Rachel.
“And you like the idea of your feet growing bigger?”
“Hell yeah!” Rachel yelled enthusiastically. “I’m really into feet stuff, and ass stuff but that’s not important right now. So as my feet row bigger, they get more sensitive…”
“And foot massages feel better!” Melissa finished enthusiastically.
“…Yeah,” Rachel looked at her weirdly. “The only downside is that as my feet get bigger they sweat more.”
“So you go through socks faster,” Melissa nodded in agreement.
“Nooooo, they stink more,” Rachel frowned a little, “But it’s worth it considering how many times a foot massage ended with me curling my toes.”
“That’s a good massage.”
Rachel smiled at Melissa like she would at a small child who just did something stupid but adorable, “You’re a special girl sweetie.”
“Thanks! But just how big have your feet grown?”
“Well, I started out at a size 7, and I’m a size 13 right now. I’ve had to buy so many shoes since they grew, and I love, love, love it!”
“Are the going to get any bigger?”
“The doctor’s at the free clinic say they might get up to a size 15, but whatever. I’ll just shop the same place as cross dressers,” Rachel shrugged.
Melissa laughed as she lifted her foot up behind her and reached backwards to adjust the back of her ballet flats, which all of a sudden seemed a little tighter on her size 6 feet.