Whether or not it was fate, da moment dem furry-cuffed gloves were found by dat luvable punk Chloe, n she decided to put em on...not only did curiousity 'kill' her, but it's rebirthin her...

Like hot damn, dis sequence is hot af....how all of her height n thiccness dropped down to tha best part of da body, tearin demselves outta their widdle prison, finally liberatin her furryhuman stompers as dey produce dat yummy, intense aura of elegantly disgustin footstank, jus as dat luscious, ebony hair blossoms into dat cute, taperin hairdo n ponytail combo, n we can't forget dem bigass ears pokin out jus like how dat wonderful, freckle-pale skin grows so much fur onto itself as her attire transforms into sumthin mo appropriate fo her inevitable change.

N hell yeeh, watch how all dat buildup of grime, sweat n stink from wearin em dress shoes all tha time amplify tenfold wit her size 50s, dat foul aroma's crustycolor contrastin with her bright, fuzzy-fleshy foot palette as it rises up into tha heavens that r her nostrils, ready to send tha message her brain still neva received yet by rapin em teenytiny sniffytunnels, strokin her unwillin mind like a dick, til it finally releases her inferior, previous consciousness like a cumshot, n jus like dat her face becums felinified--golden eyes, fuzzy muzzle, beady black nose n all, n of course dat ruby bindi on her forehead, helpin her guide her mind into da light--into tha very bein she's destined to be...lookin dat face, free of worry n doubt, in permanent afterglow as tha new girl's now in a sudden, complete n utter calm, jus drownin herself mentally in complete self-luv, in absolute compassion fo podophilia--

Stinky feet...I like stinky feet...I love big stinky feet....I luv my big, stinky feet--

Dat's prolly whut she told herself in her head, flexin em phat toes valiantly, lettin da stink trapped in between em sink her mind deeper into well-deserved self-indulgence of footdom. N as da conversion is finally finished, she realizes her newfound, paramount purpose in life. Everything she thinks about herself is true--
 
I am the one. I'm the ultimate girl. I luv my big, stinky feet--

N as she thinks about herself, she feels a gracious warmth burnin inside her, n as if it were natural, her hand squirted an ounce of fire onto her palm--

I am Princess--no, I am Queen Blaze the Cat. I am the one, the only, & ultimate girl, n I will always luv my big, stinky feet--

About time dem fuzzy gloves finally converted her into a royal, fire-wieldin, flatchested beast of a wonderful, bare-hyperfooted pussy. Chloe mighta thought she made a big mistake at first, but nah muthafucka, it wuz a change fo da betta! I bet our new Queen Blaze's Lavender Smotherers is da highest value across everythin n anything on this tiny planet; Both of Dem a sight, smell, taste n feel to behold, maybe even a sound to behold as Dose soft, powerful thangs squish n stomp demselves gainst any surface like pinnacle asmr...

N if My Majesty told me to marry Her Majestical Feet n be Deir diminutive slave forever, n threaten to burn me if I don't give Her da level of satisfaction She n Her Feets needs, wants n requests, I'll wholeheartedly will do so fo Mommy...no fuckin questions asked.

Oh, My Queen wants me to be underfoot. Yes, Highness...