[b][u][center]The Problems of Paws For A-Lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Ever since the massage that she’d gotten from her roommate, Portia’s accessory life had been downright hellish. Not only had her feet grown much more sensitive - a fact that she was reminded of every time she left her room without special insulation spells - but her fashion choices had gone right down the crapper. It turned out that her feet were insanely sensitive to anything that wasn’t mostly open to the air, and that meant that most of the things she wore were completely impossible for her to don these days. Her closed boots, her high-heeled shoes, the various fashionable bits of metal that she had shaped for herself: they might as well have been dust for how much she was able to wear them. Today, she was stuck with a pair of open-toed sandals, fitted to her feet with a leather band over the foot just behind her toes, a ring around her big toes and a small chain of metal around her ankles. It looked absolutely erotic, in some ways, but it meant that everyone was staring at them. After all, it was getting late in the summer, and the cool air that was coming off the sea meant that it was not entirely the right weather for that. Worst of all, she was all too conscious of them staring, of every eye that drifted down from her face to her feet. She was always dressed beautifully, thick dresses rather than the robes demanded by the academy, each one a fine color that faded from bright to dark from her head to her ankles. Yet, each one failed to hold the attention of her peers. Always, they stared at her nearly-bare feet, almost as if they were judging her. It was out of place, and it was not safe, and… And it made her feel like some sort of street urchin, sometimes, knowing that she was just an inch away from having nothing to cover her soles. What nobody else knew - and what she was suffering from as she walked across the college grounds that evening - was that even this was insanely difficult to deal with. While the leather didn’t hurt the tops of her feet or her toes the way that the closed-shoes did, or the way that boots tormented her, they still exposed her to - “Ah!” Portia gasped, the grass tickling her pale toes for a moment, sliding between her digits like grasping fingers as she slid her foot through the grass. The blades were soft, gentle, almost like a tongue against her feet, and she had to bite her lips not to make another sound. There were other people around, other folk that were turning to look at her, their eyebrows arched and wondering what she was doing. No. She had to control herself, or she would lose it. She took another step, trying to ignore the slightly erotic thud, thud, thud of her sandals against the bottoms of her feet, like a teasing lover trying to torment them. She’d never felt the same sort of excitement from this before, and her cheeks burned as she realized that she was slowly getting wet from the mere touch of leather against her feet. [i]This is so wrong. This is soooo fucking wrong. I swear, I’m going to kill that goblin…[/i] Jasz was the one to blame for this. Slathering her feet with were-bunny cum the last time that they’d been together and all, it had left her with her feet positively burning with sensitivity and erotic potential. Even walking barefoot around her own apartment-dorm was bad enough, feeling the carpet rubbing against her feet. Showering meant that she splashed around, and that almost made her feel like the shower-head was down between her legs, splashing against her clit. If she went barefoot here, she might actually cum from the feeling of blades of grass tickling at her feet, rubbing against her soles… God, just the thought was getting her wet, and her panties stuck to her pussy that much more firmly. [i]Damn goblin…[/i] She wanted to be angry, but try as she might, Portia couldn’t hold to it for long. She knew that it hadn’t been intentional for her to be this turned on, this worked up from a simple massage. And she knew that Jasz was trying to come up with a way to fix it. She just wished that the fix was already done. The witch in training was halfway to the edge of the grounds when a cold wind blew over the college, and she felt a chill run down her spine. The feeling was cold, then hot, and then - “Nnngh!” Biting her lips harder than ever, she felt the heat run right down to the soles of her feet. Her toes clenched, the ring on the big toes feeling so much smaller all of a sudden. Her feet were sweating, getting wet against the leather sole of her sandals, making them cling all the harder. [i]What...what…[/i] She whipped her head back, scanning the skies until she saw it. A full moon on the horizon, just starting to rise over the college. The moonlight burned as it hit her, making her feel warm, hot, aching… And her feet...her feet were growing. Clenching her jaw as she felt the first surge of warmth and constraint, she looked down again. The leather band just behind her toes was already squeezing down on her foot, looking like it was strained to the edge of what it could take, and she could see it digging into her foot flesh. Her toes were pushing out a bit, already near the edge of the sandal, and now they were starting to poke out over the side. Underneath, she could feel some parts of her sole starting to get more sensitive than the others, and she could feel every little twist and rub from the leather beneath. Every touch - Portia huffed, puffed, whimpered as she felt the pleasure running from her feet to her pussy, almost like someone was eating her out. It felt that good down there, even though there was no stimulation save for what was coming from her feet. [i]Fuck...fuck...gotta...gotta get…[/i] “Hey, Portia! You okay?!” There were still other students around. She had to get out of there before anyone realized what was going on. She waved them off, took a step - “Nnnngh!” And almost gushed into her panties. She couldn’t afford to stop, though, and she kept on running. Every step was like another slap, like a bondage master slapping her pussy, except that each impact came through her feet. How the hell was this feeling so good?! She’d never even had a foot fetish before, but the torture that was hitting her soles right then and there was driving her up the wall. [i]Fucking...fuck...If I get home...without getting...caught...I’m going to...going to…[/i] Mental images of her green-skinned roommate on the floor, sucking on her toes, actually made her clench down. Her pussy squeezed on nothing, and the pressure inside almost knocked her right off her feet. It took everything she had to keep moving, to keep her steps consistent, to keep running for the edge of the campus. She looked down, watching her toes growing. The edges of her little digits - well, not so little anymore - were already brushing the grass, a tickle of a natural tongue against her foot. The feeling of them being so big and non-human was so...so intense, and she shivered as she watched her toenails darkening, thickening, turning… Turning into the beginning of were-paws. [i]Shit![/i] If they turned while she was on-campus, then there’d be an investigation. She’d be pulled from all her classes. She’d fall even more behind than she already was, lose any progress, any chance of graduating anytime soon. Oh, she’d get fixed, of course, but it would ruin her, and cost her hundreds more gold to get back in. [i]Get out, get out, get out![/i] Finally, she cleared the edge of the grounds, and she turned down the first alley she saw. She had just rounded the corner when - SNAP! The band holding her sandal one came loose, and the other one followed a second later. They hung from the metal band around her ankle, something that was feeling tighter and more like a shackle the more that her feet grew. She bit her lips, whimpering, then gasping as her feet came down. “AH!” Portia almost screamed as her sensitive soles came down hard on the cobblestone streets. It was like a beating, a smack of a paddle across her intimate bits, except it was done to her sole. She stumbled, fell to her hands and knees. She curled her toes, but that only made it worse, feeling like the wrinkles that formed along the bottom of her feet were actually stimulating her as she tried to brace herself. Whimpering, the human girl dragged herself further down the alley, out of sight. She hid behind one of the trash piles, sitting with her back against the wall of the building behind her, and she slowly lifted one of her feet. Her foot was already six inches longer than it had been. While it was slightly more slender, her feet were looking more and more like rabbit paws and less and less like human feet. The toes curled and scrunched, getting more fuzzy by the second, and as she turned her foot around, looking at the underside, she could see little pink puffs forming, too, one big one on the middle of her foot just under the toes, and more further along. [i]Ah...oh god…[/i] As she stared, she felt the wind blowing, and even that teased her. The cool breeze was like a balm along the abused underside of her foot, and yet, more than that, it was like a thousand tongues tickling, licking, worshiping it. “Nnnngh!” It was too much for her. The poor witch in training thrust her hips forward, cumming without even touching herself. She came hard, squirting in her panties, filling the air with the smell of a horny woman. Portia tried to stop it, tried to hold back, but all she could do was gasp, clench her fists, and whimper in need. She ground her feet against each other, the bottom of one pressing down into the growing fur on the top of the other. It was a mistake, as she immediately stiffened up into another orgasm, the hyper-sensitive soles of her feet as good as a sex organ at this point. She rolled onto her side, her panties soaking so badly that the juices were running back from her pussy to her ass, drenching both. Everything was pleasure, everything was hyper-sensitive. She tried to extend her legs, tried to get her feet under her, but no sooner had her soles touched the rough cobblestone than she collapsed again. Everything made her want to moan or cry from how sensitive they had become. Yet, for all the intensity of that transformation, there were no further changes. Sure, her feet continued to tingle, and they obviously wanted to change the rest of her, but the transformation seemed to be locked in her soles. The white fur down there hadn’t spread any further, not moving up past her ankles. [i]At least...at least there’s some good news…[/i] Still huffing and puffing, Portia forced herself to get to her knees. Her feet had grown into huge examples of rabbit paws, so long and so big that she imagined that if she kicked an orc in the face, she’d send him flying into the nearest wall. [i]Or cover a big fat -[/i] Portia slapped herself across the cheek before she could finish that thought. That was a lustful were-bunny thought. Everyone knew that they were willing to fuck or be fucked by anything. Better not to think of that. She looked down again. The leathers that had served as the soles of her sandals were far too small to serve as any sort of protection, and the metal bands that kept them attached to her ankles had become shackles. She couldn’t get them off, and they squeezed at her enough to trap blood in her soles, making them that much more sensitive, that much more tender. Thankfully, they broke easily as she clenched her foot muscles. At least they were good for something. The rings on her toes, on the other hand, had been filled up so much that there was no way of getting them off without ripping her toes off in the process. She wasn’t going to get them free. [i]God, I look like some sort of rabbit slave from the ankles down,[/i] she thought, remembering a few were-bunnies that had been brought through in the past. Marked with toe-rings and kept as bodyservants in were-form, they had been shown off as exotic sluts when those people had been passing through. [i]God…[/i] Yet at the same time, there was almost an urge to show off her soles, a near-exhibitionistic desire to dance through the streets and make people stare at her bare feet, to make them look at her like some kind of… [i]Nnnnnngh! Jasz! You are going to fix this if it is the last thing you do.[/i] That was, if the goblin hadn’t gone full were-rabbit back at their place. The thought of that nearly sent her into a panic, and she got to her feet properly. Pleasure or no pleasure, there were some things that were more important. Like the former goblin eating them out of house and home by turning all their food into carrots. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]