1 comments/ 21067 views/ 2 favorites Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 01 By: SunrockSin Harry first noticed the article in a scientific journal, but it was only when he saw it mentioned in the newspaper that he could feel some relief. There it was, in black and white, he was not the complete freak his girlfriend, Connie, said he was, his ex-girlfriend, Connie, that is. He was simply too freaky for her, so she packed her bags and moved out. According to the article, there were thousands of guys like Harry, each one enduring the shame of being called a freak. The article actually went on to divulge that research showed that these individuals may be precursors of things to come. The article implied that this genetic mutation would probably overtake all males in the not too distant future. Strangely enough this genetic mutation did not come to light for some time in the medical community. Now they did notice a great increase in jock itch in men, which wasn't abnormal for the summertime, but what surprised them was that the increase was for jock itch on their feet. They noted that while jock itch and athlete's foot were similar, the actual fungus was slightly different. Had the doctors treating this odd jock itch on the feet of men, bothered to check with gynecologists, they would have noted a marked increase in athlete's foot in may women's crotches. These facts remained blurred as the doctors slowly did make a correlation between the jock itch on the men's feet and the athlete's foot between women's legs but they initially thought it was just a kinky sex thing. It wasn't until months later did they discover how wrong they were. Finishing the article, Harry immediately grabbed his cell phone and called Connie. When he got her voice mail (she had stopped answering his calls) he simply said, "Connie, San Francisco Chronicle page 17. You see, you see." He then smugly pressed the button to hang up. "I knew it," he said out loud, "I knew it all along." It was good to finally feel some validation of what he was going through, some confirmation that he was not alone. He picked up the newspaper and jotted down the phone number for the hotline. Apparently the scientific community wanted to do considerably more research into the mutation and wanted to talk to everyone experiencing the symptoms. Harry had hoped Connie would have gotten the message and called him back by then, but when she didn't immediately call back, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. He sipped his coffee and looked at the phone receiver lying on the table in front of him. Harry waited for the call through two cups of coffee and then gave up on Connie, at least for the moment. Grabbing the phone receiver he looked at the numbers on the paper and then looked at the receiver. He spent a good ten minutes switching his gaze between the numbers he had written down and the phone. Finally he dialed the toll free number. His call was answered by a recording on the third ring and after climbing through several menus of numbers to push he was placed on hold. He had to admit that the music was good, a mixture of old sixties and seventies songs, first there was Zappa's "Stinkfoot" followed immediately by Nancy Sinatra singing "These Boots Where Made for Walking." Harry was humming the melody when someone came on the line, "Center for Tiptoeing, Genetic Mutation Department." The feminine voice was husky, but very official in tone. Harry asked, "Tiptoeing, what is that?" "Well, it is what we are calling this phenomenon," she replied, "Do you think you have it?" "I don't know." "Tell me about your symptoms." "Well, it was odd, I mean about a year ago I first noticed it. Say when I was walking out on the pier and noticed a woman in a bikini top, or tight blouse, you know, without a bra..." "You could see their nipples?" she asked. "Yes, yes, and well oddly my right shoe suddenly seemed too tight on me, primarily on my big toe. After that, it happened again and again. It wasn't until I was in bed with my girlfriend that I really noticed what happened." "What happened in bed with her?" "Well, I couldn't get an erection, instead my big toe got bigger, big enough to..." "So instead of your cock growing, you toe grew instead?" "Ah, yes I guess, and that first time she thought it would be fun to ah..." "You fucked her with your big toe, mmmm," the lady on the phone replied. "Well, yeah, I did use my toe on her instead." "After that what happened?" "Well, over the next few days my toenail kind of just fell off and ah, my toe changed, it actually developed, ah, it developed some glans and a tiny hole." "Just like the head of your cock, oh yes, tell me was your girlfriend wet when you pushed your toe into her pussy?" "Well, yes it was, my toe slipped in easily," I replied. "So she was wet, mmmm, just like me now." "Pardon me?" "Oh, oh, yes, ah you must tell me in detail how it all went." "You mean with my girlfriend?" "Yes, did you kiss her breasts, play with her nipples?" "Well yes, I mean her breasts are not real big, but she has nice, perky nipples and well, I played with them a bit and... is all this really necessary." "All what?" "Me telling you about what my girlfriend and I did." "Oh yes, I need to know exactly what you did." "Well, when I couldn't get an erection and my toe got big, well she let me rub it over her nipples..." "Your big toe over her nipples?" "Yes, it felt kind of good, almost as if my ah, penis rubbed on them." "Did you slide your toe down her stomach and into her pubic hair?" "Yes, it felt good sliding down the soft skin and the tight curls of hair kind of tickled it a bit. Well after that I gently worked it between her lips, easing it downward until I found her opening. It was wet, real wet so I working my toe back and forth and worked it into her." "You worked it into her?" "Yes, I got it inside her and well, worked it around some. It was surprising how good it felt." "Yes, yes feels good, yes." "I then slid my toe up between the folds of her labia and found her clit. I slowly circled around it as she pumped her hips up and down, moaning. Suddenly she lifted her ass up off the bed and came, grinding herself against my toe. I worked it back into her pussy and could feel the pulsations deep inside her." "Oh yes, yes the pulsations, yes." "Are you alright... hello, hello?" "Yes I'm okay, just give me a moment, yes ah, yes," she groaned loudly. "Are you sure you're okay?" Sighing, she replied, "Yes, I'm fine now, just a bit breathless." "Okay, so what happens now?" "Well sir, I need to get your name, address and some other information. We'd like to see if you would come in for some further testing, so we can better understand your toe. Tell me, did you have any more sexual contact with your girlfriend?" "Yes, but after a while she lost interest and wanted my penis to get hard. We tried everything but it was my toe that kept getting bigger. She finally left me. I thought I was going crazy and well, until I read some articles and found out that I wasn't alone." "No you aren't and I think we can help you, you just need to sign up." "Okay I'm ready, My name is Harry, Harry Topher of 3723 Hardy Drive..." Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 02 Harry made the call and signed up for the research project. What else could he do? He'd lost his girlfriend and was basically afraid to begin another relationship because of his abnormality. When he read about his problem first in a scientific magazine and then later in a newspaper he knew he had to get involved, if just to get someone to listen to how he feels. His initial call was a bit odd, with the woman on the phone interviewing him asking such intimate questions and then actually responding to them as if she was masturbating as they talked. Harry could have sworn he heard her come while they talked, but she did get the necessary information from him and when he did visit the center they got right down to business. After he filled out some papers, signed a handful of releases and reviewed the different research options he was whisked into a complete physical. It was there he confirmed for the doctors that while he did continue to use his penis for urination, it no longer responded to any sexual stimuli. The physical lasted a bit over two hours and then he was told to relax in a small room. Harry sat down on a chair that was quite comfortable, there was a television in the room but not much else. He looked around for the remote control but couldn't find it anywhere. After a while he got bored enough to see if he could get the TV on without the remote. Just as he was standing to check out the TV an attractive woman stepped in. "Harry?" "Yes," he replied, sitting back down in the chair. "I'm Tiffany, I talked to you on the phone when you first called." "You are the one who first interviewed me?" She nodded. "It was an odd interview," Harry replied. "The questions I have to ask are pretty personal, and considering what is happening here it does get a little intense sometimes." "It did seem that way, tell me, did you..." "Shhh, let's just keep that our little secret." Harry felt a familiar tingling in his toe and suddenly his shoe felt very tight. "Do you mind if I take off my shoe?" "Okay, but I'm not just here to meet you, there's something else." "What's that?" he asked, pulling off his shoe and sock. Tiffany seemed to gasp as his sock slipped off his fully erect toe. She took a couple of breaths and then said, "Well, I need to see if all sexual arousal has transferred to your toe." "How do you do that?" "Hmmm, tell me, do you enjoy blowjobs?" "Yeah, I always did," Harry replied, feeling a throbbing in his toe. "Okay, but I need you to keep your foot away from me when..." "Oh you mean you want to suck my penis?" "Penis is so clinical, let's call it a cock, okay?" Harry nodded and then opened his legs as Tiffany settled down in front of him. She reached up, unbuckled his pants and gently slipped the flaccid cock out. Pushing her face tight in between his legs, she sucked the full length of him into her mouth. Sucking hard, she moved her head up and down, but no matter how hard she worked, she simply couldn't get his cock to respond. Finally, giving up she let his cock slip out of her mouth and looked him directly in the eyes. "Nothing?" Harry shook his head, "No." "Okay, I'll need to go write up a report, but..." her fingers slipped down his right leg and gently wrapped around his erect big toe. She slowly began stroking it, moving her hand in a circular motion while sliding it up and down his toe. It had been some time since his girlfriend left, so Harry was already feeling the pressure building in the ball of his foot. He leaned back in the chair moving his foot up and down in unison with her hand. Oddly, as Harry was responding to the intense pleasure shooting up his toe, he noticed that while Tiffany stroked him with one hand, her other hand was tucked under her skirt and inside her panties. Harry felt her stroking him faster as he watched her begin to pump her hips up and down as she diddled her own clit. Seeing all this and feeling her hand moving up and down his toe, Harry couldn't hold out any longer. He pressed his leg out straight, moaned loudly and came as his cum suddenly spurted out of his toe! Tiffany leaned her face forward, letting the white, sticky cum splash on her as she lifted her hips and apparently came. Harry wasn't entirely sure, but the way her body suddenly relaxed with a gasp, it looked like she had an orgasm. "Oh fuck Harry, that was so fucking sexy you coming all over my face," she exclaimed, still holding his toe. "Damn, I've never come like that before." "What do you mean?" "Before, since all this with my toe, when I was with my girlfriend, she always came, but I never did. And I never ejaculated from my toe before, not like that," he said. "Well Harry, we weren't really supposed to test that out yet, but now that we did I think we can continue with the tests. You need to go home tonight and get plenty of rest, tomorrow we'll take another step." "And what is that?" "Harry, have you ever had a proper toejob?" "A toejob?" "Yes Harry, it's just like it sounds, not a blowjob, a toejob." "You mean..." "Yes Harry I mean. Now get your shoes back on and get on home." Harry quickly pulled his socks and shoes back on, then zipped up his pants and fastened his belt as Tiffany watched. He stood up and held out his hand to shake but Tiffany leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She then pulled away and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." They walked out of the room and down a long corridor to the main entrance without speaking a word, Harry nodded to Tiffany and then opened the door. As he was passing through he heard Tiffany say, "Oh Harry, keep in mind, I always swallow." Harry felt an immediate tingling in his toe and then he felt the pain as his shoe suddenly felt tight. He worked his way out to his car and looked back. She was smiling, obviously enjoying how he had limped out to the car. He gave her a quick wave and then climbed inside. Harry had to wait for several minutes before he dared to try to drive the car. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 03 Harry arrived early at the research center hoping to see Tiffany and pick up where they left off from the night before. He had been concerned all the scientific investigations around his abnormality would consist of prodding, poking and giving samples of blood, but his afternoon session with Tiffany was very different from anything he expected. Unfortunately he wasn't scheduled to see Tiffany so he was directed to wait in the main lobby until the investigators were ready for him. Finding a comfortable looking chair, Harry sat down and grabbed one of the many magazines spread out on the table in front of him. By the time he turned through several pages he had already caught himself nodding off several times so he simply tossed the magazine back onto the table, rested his head on his hand and closed his eyes. Listening to the music piped into the lobby he drifted to sleep listening to Tracy Chapman singings "Cold Feet." The lyrics, "When he'd go to sleep he'd sleep alone with his cold feet, cold cold cold cold feet," seemed so fitting for him. Suddenly he found himself in a restaurant sitting across from his ex-girlfriend Connie surrounded by tables of only couples. They all had food on the table, but none of the couples were eating. Harry looked over at a couple at a nearby table and since none of the glass tables had table cloths he could see everything that was happening under the table. The woman in a short skirt had her legs spread wide open and her lover, sitting across from her, had his foot resting on her chair with his foot tucked up between her legs. Harry watched as the man moved his leg back and forth and the woman responded by moving her hips in unison. She had a firm grip on the table and Harry could see her arm muscles flexing as she was obviously about to have an orgasm. Her face was contorting with pleasure and suddenly she closed her eyes, moaned loudly and pushed herself forward in the chair. The woman suddenly relaxed, gasping for breath, while her lover then moaned and straightened his leg, pushing his foot further under her dress. In a few moments Harry noticed the man pull his foot from under her skirt. The big toe glistened in wetness and had a tiny bit of white fluid dripping from a hole in the end of it. Looking to another table he noticed something similar as a woman moaned loudly, pumping her hips back and forth in her chair. Glancing from table to table he saw all the couples were doing it, the women, all apparently without panties were being fucked by their lover's big toes. Excited by all the sex happening around him, Harry pulled off his shoe and then slowly worked his right foot, with a fully erect big toe, up between Connie's legs. He felt the soft skin of her thighs as he moved closer and closer to her pussy. His toe finally reached her and happily she wasn't wearing any panties. Slowly working his toe back and forth he worked his way until he for feel her wetness as she opened to him. "What are you doing you pervert," she screamed, standing up at the table. "Harry Topher," she screamed, "Harry Topher..." "Harry Topher?" he heard and he shook his head, wondering what was happening. "Harry Topher? I'm sorry to wake you, but the researchers are ready to see you now." "Oh, okay. Can you give me a few moments?" he asked. "Certainly, just let the receptionist know when you are ready." Harry sat up in the chair and waited until the throbbing tightness in his shoe subsided. He relaxed a moment listening to an old Monkees song. Wondering which song it was, the lyrics quickly answered his question, "I'll be back upon my feet..." Humming the song, he stood up and walked over to the receptionist. "I'm ready I guess." The receptionist smiled and said, "Just go through that first door there, it's locked but I'll buzz you through." Harry walked to the door and then glanced back to the receptionist. He heard a buzzing and then noticed her nodding her head so he turned the knob and opened the door. Immediately blinded by a bright light, he lifted his hand to shade his eyes and then stepped into the entirely white room. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the bright light, but when he could see again he walked over to the first desk and said, "I'm Harry Topher, I'm here for some testing." "Yes, Mr. Topher, please step into that room over there, take off your clothes and put on one of the gowns, they tie in the back." Nodding, Harry stepped into the room, quickly undressed and then pulled on the gown, carefully tying it in the back. Noticing some lockers with a sign saying: Patient's Clothing, he opened the door and hung up his clothes. He then locked the door and pulled out the key, which had a long strap attached to it. Slipping the strap over his head he let the key dangle to his chest. Then he stepped through the door and returned to the lady at the desk. "You ready? Well, just follow me." Harry nodded and then followed the woman, ignoring the cool breeze he felt behind him as he walked. She opened a door and he stepped into a large laboratory. "Just sit down on that table there, they will get started shortly." "How long should all this take?" he asked. "A few hours at the most, I think," she replied. Harry hopped up on the table and felt the cold shoot through him. Reaching behind himself he realized that, although he had tied the gown, there was a wide gap in the fabric leaving his back and ass exposed. "Good morning Mr. Topher," he heard crackling from a nearby speaker. "If you would simply lie back on the table we can get started." What followed was no less than six hours of prodding, poking, stroking, zapping, flapping and whatever else they could do to a body. At times the things they did caused excruciating pain, at other times it felt quite good. When they finally advised him they were finished he was exhausted. Apparently understanding his condition he was instructed to remain on the table until someone came to get him. He might have drifted off to sleep, but the next thing he noticed was a warm, wet feeling sliding along the length of his big toe. Looking down, he saw Tiffany there running her tongue over it, coaxing it to become erect. Holding his head up with his hands, Harry watched her hungrily take his toe into her mouth. Her cheeks pulled inward with the suction as she bobbed her head up and down the long length of his toe. In a few moments he felt her fingers gently caressing the balls of his feet as the waves of pleasure rolled over the head of his big toe. Harry could hear the loud slurping sounds as she worked her mouth over him first sucking just the head and then diving down and taking nearly his entire throbbing toe into her mouth. Oh he wanted to savor this feeling slowly but the sensations were simply too intense. He moaned loudly, lifted his leg and pushed his toe deep into her mouth and came, spurting his hot cum into her mouth again and again. She swallowed several times and then pulled her head away, letting a tiny bit of cum dribble down her chin and onto his other toes. As he closed his eyes, he felt her lick his other toes, cleaning the cum off of them. Harry then felt her climb up on the table and straddle his other foot. She immediately began grinding her pussy against her toes, moaning loudly. It took her just a few moments before she came, flooding his toes with her wetness. She then climbed off the table and asked, "Well, how did you like the toe job?" "Oh it was incredible, but what was that at the end?" "Just my own personal variation, I hope you didn't mind." "Oh no, it was great," Harry replied. Harry felt her gently take hold of his, now flaccid toe as she asked, "Well you able to walk okay with this guy?" "Not if you keep playing with it, it will get hard again." "Well, that might be nice, but you've got another big day tomorrow and you need to get some rest. Here, let me help you up." Harry spun and sat up on the table and then hopped down onto the floor. Feeling a bit unsteady he grabbed the table and paused. "Let me take your arm and help you," Tiffany said, taking his arm and pulling him toward the door. She led him out of the lab and back to where his clothes were. As he slipped through the door she whispered, "You know I simply adore your big toe, but you have a nice ass too." Not sure exactly what she was talking about he looked at her strangely until she moved her hand and slapped his naked ass. "Oh my, I guess I need to tie this a bit tighter next time." "Oh I don't know, I think the ladies here might have enjoyed your fashion show. Are you okay to get dressed?" "Yes, I should be fine now," he said, stepping into the dressing room and closing the door behind him. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 04 After completing his barrage of tests and enjoying the gratifying session with Tiffany Harry was exhausted. He changed into his clothes, slowly walked out through the main lobby and head to his car. Although it seemed Tiffany was ready to continue their little session, Harry wasn't sure his toe would take it. Hopefully Harry would get some information from the doctor about his condition in the next few days. He had been seeing some more coverage on the genetic mutation in the newspapers and even on TV now. The tabloids were already jumping into the fray with outlandish coverage on a series of toe rapes that allegedly were happening in several cities. To hear them tell it, it was no longer safe for a woman wearing a skirt to bend over anywhere. Some shoe companies had announced their intention to come up with a shoe more capable of accommodating the aroused adult male. Harry had to wonder what those shoes might look like. All the pictures that came to Harry's mind were incredibly obscene. He finished driving home, climbed out of the car, locking it behind him. He slowly walked down to the mailbox which he found stuffed full of letters. Harry grabbed the big stack and slowly headed into his house. Too tired to look at the mail right away, he tossed the letters on the kitchen table and headed into his room. Kicking off his shoes, he fell onto his bed and in just minutes he was fast asleep. Suddenly he found himself wandering through a very seedy part of town, triple X theaters lined each side of the street and there was neon flashing everywhere. Oddly, instead of the assorted massage parlors featuring scantily clad women ready to give a massage and anything else you can negotiate, instead there were nail salons. Women wearing hot pants, high heels and halter tops were chiding the men to step in for their special pedicures. Harry had never been in a nail salon but had known Connie to visit one, but those had all been geared toward women. All these were obviously for men. Intrigued, Harry walked past a few of the women and stepped inside. The lighting was low but as he looked around he saw a bunch of stations were women were working on men's feet. Well, not their feet, but their big toes. Hearing the moans and groans around him he saw one man with shoe strings all laced up and down his erect toe. In another booth a man with a condom on his toe was slowly working his foot between the two fleshy globes of a woman's ass. Out in the middle of the room there were two women locked in a passionate 69 while several men sitting around them slowly stroked their own toes. One of the men suddenly moaned loudly, stuck his leg out toward the women and as his toe spurted his cum, they were covered with the glistening globs. He suddenly heard a familiar voice panting, "Oh yeah, give it to me, yeah, real hard, just like that." Stepping up to an area behind a curtain he paused, wondering. The woman moaned again and Harry was sure. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it back. Connie was completely naked, kneeling at the edge of a bed leaning on it so her hands were free. Three men were on the bed around her where each of her hands were stroking up and down on one of the men's erect toes, while she ran her tongue all around another man's foot and toes. In addition to the men in the bed, two men sat on chairs behind her, one with his erect toe sliding in and out of her pussy while the other slid his toe in and out of her ass. Several men sat at the back of the room, their toes glistening with wetness, but flaccid. Harry could see several puddles of cum on her back. It was like a car wreck, he wanted to look away but just couldn't so he watched as one by one each man, straightened out his leg and came, spurting their white cum onto her body, into her mouth, into her ass and deep into her pussy. As they finished they moved back, thinking Harry was the next paying customer. Connie looked over to Harry and said, "Oh Harry, I understand now. Come on, please fuck me, make me cum again." She climbed up on the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Mesmerized, Harry moved closer and then placed his foot on the bed between Connie's legs. She grabbed his throbbing, erect toe and guided it into her wet pussy. Harry watched the white cum ooze out around his toe as it slid into her soaking wet opening. Feeling dizzy he wanted to turn, to run out of there but Connie had grabbed him by the ankle and was moving herself back and forth over his toe. A pressure built up in the ball of his foot and then the pleasure shot through his toe and he came, mixing his cum the all the other semen the men had deposited in her. After coming, he jerked his foot away and saw the white globs of cum sticking to the strands of hair on his foot. Suddenly he slipped on the wet floor and fell to his knees in front of her. Connie grabbed his head and pulled it up between her legs moaning, "Yes Harry, eat me, eat me now." Harry suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in his room. Still completely dressed he was covered in sweat and when he looked down at his foot he noticed a damp cum stain in his bedspread. "Damn, a wet dream at my age?" he moaned. He got up and pulled off his wet clothes. Glancing at the clock he saw it was still just two am, so he quickly went into the shower, washed off, and then remembering his dream, he brushed his teeth. After rinsing his mouth a number of times he flopped back into his bed. In a few minutes he drifted off to a dreamless sleep. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 05 When Harry awoke in the morning he remembered the dream he had the night before and as he sat thinking about it, everything came to him in vivid detail. The thought of his ex-girlfriend Connie with all those men at once, and then giving in and joining the men was simply so odd for Harry. He wondered what his subconscious was trying to tell him with that dream. Before getting ready to head back into the Center for Tiptoeing, he turned on the TV to look for some news. As the picture flickered on he noticed a famous TV evangelist in the midst of a very emotional sermon. The evangelist was always a demonstrative speaker, but today he seemed to flail his arms around him in a much more intense manner. The best Harry could tell, the man was preaching on the nature of marriage in the eyes of God. Remembering the clamor made decades ago about the definition of marriage, at the outrage spewed over same sex marriage and the people's response, Harry listened closer. After a few minutes wading through the abominations and damnations tossed to and fro he realized the preacher was basically preaching that the sexual act between a man and woman or a man and a man had to involve a penis for it to be considered part of a marital union. Shaking his head Harry continued to listen as the evangelist stated that the use of the big toe during sex, whether erect or not, was not considered a natural act. The evangelist went on to declare it more an act of animals, comparing sex using a big toe with bestiality. Harry quickly turned off the TV in disgust and simply sat at the bed a bit dazed by what he had heard. This was no fly by night evangelist, this was the preacher who had presented the invocation at the Presidential Inauguration that year. And now he was speaking so vehemently against the men whose big toes had simply changed, replacing their penis as their primary sexual organ. Completely dismayed he finally got up, took a shower and pulled on his clothes. He hurried out to his car and drove to the Center noting that the traffic seemed much lighter than normal. As he pulled into the entrance to the center he noticed a large group of people holding up signs that said "Abomination" on them. Several people pointed in his direction and they started moving toward him so Harry quickly pulled past the entrance gate and noticed it safely close behind him. The group rushed to the gate shaking their signs in the air, he saw some shouting and other praying. He continued up the long drive and then parked his car and walked into the Center. As he stepped to the desk he receptionist grabbed her phone and said, "He's here." She looked up at him and said, "I'm glad you mad it, several others got caught." "Caught?" "Yes, by the mobs. But don't worry, you are safe here." "Safe, you mean..." "You haven't seen the news today?" Harry shook his head, "No." "Well, let the doctor explain, come on back, they are ready for you." Harry followed her to the door and then followed her on into an office, presumably the doctor's office. She pointed to a chair and said, "The doctor will be in momentarily." Harry nodded and sat down in the chair. He couldn't imagine what was going on, but apparently it had something to do with his "abnormality." Fortunately he was safe for now, but he began to worry about Tiffany, no Connie... actually he worried about both. The door opened and Harry asked, "Doctor, what is..." It wasn't the doctor, it was Tiffany instead. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She then walked over to Harry and lifted her skirt saying, "Hurry, we won't have time later." Looking down at her pussy, the lips swollen and glistening he figured she had been masturbating or something. Either way, he felt his toe come to life and by the time he kicked off his shoe and pulled off the sock he had a full erection. He leaned back in the chair and raised his foot up between her legs. Tiffany reached down and as she lifted his foot she spread her legs wide and squatted down, guiding his toe into her wet opening. Harry's toe slid easily into her and she immediately began pushing his foot down and then lifting it up again as his to slide in and out of her. Almost immediately she moaned, "Oh Harry, you feel so good inside me." With Tiffany moving his foot up and down, all Harry had to do was lean back in the chair and enjoy the sensation of her pussy as it slid over him. He had wanted the first time he fucked her to be slow and easy, but certainly didn't mind what was happening here. Suddenly she pulled his foot up hard, driving his toe deep inside her pussy and Harry could feel her pulsating around his toe as she came. She held him tight to her for a few moments and then slowly began moving his foot again as he felt some of her juices dripping down his other toes. After several more deep thrusts he began to feel a pressure building in the ball of his feet and then suddenly he was flooded with pleasure. He pushed his foot up to her, shoving his toe deep inside her once again as he came, spurting his cum into her. Just as he finished, Tiffany let his foot fall to the ground. She moved over beside him, bent over and kissed him on the lips. Whispering into his ear, she said, "I've got to go now, before the doctor catches me." She quickly moved to the door, unlocked it, peeked outside and then slipped through it. Harry quickly pulled on his sock and was in the process of working his shoe over his still, slightly hard toe when the doctor walked in. "I guess Tiffany came in," he said. "Excuse me?" Harry replied. "Don't try and cover for her, I know what happened here. I'm just not sure how wise it is to have someone with her... ah personal tastes working in a lab researching your 'abnormality.'" "And have you figured anything out about my 'abnormality?'" "Well, yes we have. As you probably noticed, your right toe seems to have become your primary sexual organ, with the ball of your foot acting somewhat like your testes. We haven't figured out how this happened, beyond that it appears to be a mutation. We suspect it may be caused by a virus or bacteria." "Like a disease?" "We aren't sure but we are looking into it. That is why we are going to need to quarantine you..." "Wait a minute, quarantine?" "We will just need you to stay here with us. We have a number of rooms connected to the back of the lab. We will ask you to simply remain here in either the lab or the room we assign to you." "But what about my clothes and..." "Tiffany will get with you to make a list of things you need. She will then need to go to your home and bring those, that is if we can keep her from, ah... servicing all the patients." "Patients, there are others here?" "Yes, we have been actively studying about twenty of you." "I haven't seen any." "Yes, up until this point we've kept the patients separated, but now that we are quarantined, well you'll be able to see and talk to the other patients. Actually we have a group session planned this afternoon. You will see for a fact that you are not alone in all this." "But wait a minute, you say Tiffany has been..." "In one form or another she has been with all the patients. It's kind of a dream come true for her, I just hope her proclivity doesn't get in the way of our research. Her sexual appetite is powerful." "But all the patients?" "Well, we've never had you all here together before. Look, I know it is a lot to absorb and I have a few things to take care of. You just wait here and I'll have someone show you to your quarters and show you around to the cafeteria and laundry and things. I'll get back with you later on today about further tests." Dumbfounded, all Harry could do was nod his head. He remained motionless in his chair as the doctor left, closing and then locking the door behind him. Harry was simply too confused to realize the doctor had just locked him in the office. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 06 Harry sat locked in the doctor's office for about twenty minutes before he heard someone unlock the door and step inside. He had hoped it would be Tiffany but it was another woman, a short woman with short, straight black hair trimmed neatly above her shoulders. Harry slowly stood up and turned to the woman. "Mr. Topher?" "Harry..." "Pardon?" "Call me Harry please." "Okay Harry, I'm Juliet. I'm here to show you to your quarters and then show you around to the cafeteria and other areas set aside for your comfort." "I thought Tiffany would take me around," Harry replied. "No, she is busy right now." "Busy? But..." "She is busy working with a number of other patients, now please, follow me," she said, waving her hand for him to follow. Harry got up and followed Juliet through the lab and into a doorway labeled "Private." They then stepped into a carpeted hallway that looked like a corridor in any fine hotel. Juliet turned to the right and headed past a number of doors. Harry asked, "How many rooms are back here?" "Well we are only using the first level where there are twenty eight rooms. Levels two and three have thirty rooms, so that would be eighty eight in all. She stopped a door numbered twenty two and pushed the keycard into the slot. Opening the door, she stepped back letting Harry pass her. She then followed him in. Harry walked over to the vanity and turned on the water. Leaning over he filled his hands with cold water and splashed it over his face. Grabbing a towel he dried his face and turned toward Juliet. She pointed over at a small refrigerator and said, "Besides the cafeteria, we have a refrigerator stocked with some drinks. There is a microwave over here," she continued showing him the microwave. "Of course the bathroom and shower over there." Harry moved over and sat down on the bed looking up at the TV. He looked around for the remote control but couldn't find it. He looked at Juliet and asked, "And the remote?" "We haven't got the TVs up and running right now, hopefully by tonight. We do have a video room with a large assortment of DVDs. If you like I can show it to you now." "No, I'd like to just relax here, at least until Tiffany is free. She can show me around." Juliet's face suddenly got angry and she stomped over to the bed beside him. Staring him in the eyes she said, "I am so tired of Tiffany this and Tiffany that. Why I can do anything she can." "I don't think..." Harry started, but Juliet reached down and grabbed his right ankle. "I do think," she said, pulling off Harry's shoe and then stroking his toe through the sock. Pulling off his sock she said, "Don't you see, anything she can." She then kneeled and took his toe in her mouth, sucking hard on it as it grew. Harry felt his toe stiffen up to a full erection as Juliet sucked him hard. The suction was incredible, feeling like nothing he had ever felt before. It hadn't been long since him and Tiffany had sex, but as Juliet began running her fingers over the ball of his foot he closed his eyes simply enjoying the sensation. After a few minutes he felt the pleasure shoot down his toe and he came once again, spurting his cum into her mouth. Before he could do anything, she stood up and straddled his leg, kneeling over him. Holding his foot, she positioned herself so his shrinking toe was on her clit. Moving his foot in a kind of circular motion, she guided his toe over and around her clit. She began moving her hips back and forth a few times before moaning loudly. She then let herself fall forward on top of him and gripping him on each side with her hands, she humped his foot for a while before finally relaxing. Looking up at his face she said, "You see, anything. You still want Tiffany?" Harry paused for a moment and then pushed Juliet onto the bed. He grabbed her legs and spread them apart, crawling up between them. He moved his face between her legs and shoved his tongue into her wet opening, tasting her tart flavor. Moving his tongue around inside her for a few moments, he pulled it out and slid up the slit until he found her clit. Sucking it between his lips while he ran his tongue over it again and again, he moved his head back and forth. She responded some, but nowhere near as fervently as when she was humping his foot. He continued sucking and licking on her clit until his jaw ached, then finally he sat back and pushed his foot in between her legs. His toe was not erect, but just by rubbing his flaccid toe over her clit and pussy lips he watched as she began to respond. After a few moments she arched her back, moaned loudly and came again. "Resting his head on the pillow he said to Juliet, you are just like her, just like Tiffany then." "You mean my thing with your toe? Yes, I am turned on by it, but I am nothing like Tiffany." "Well to be honest your toejob was the best I've ever had." "And just how many toejobs have you had." "Counting this one?" Juliet nodded. "Two." "Well, there you go, I'm not like Tiffany. Now why don't we clean up and continue our tour." "Okay, but I still need to see Tiffany." "Okay, okay, we finish the tour and I'll take you to her." Harry nodded and walked over to the bathroom where he grabbed a towel and tossed it to Juliet. He then grabbed another and cleaned off his toe. Returning to the bed, he pulled on his sock and shoe and then nodded to Juliet that he is ready. "Just one more thing before we continue," she said. Then she walked over, stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss. "Are you ready?" "Now I am," Harry replied, walking over to the door. He took a deep breath and then opened the door, watching Juliet step past him. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 07 After showing Harry his room and a few surprising things about herself, Juliet led Harry out of his room back up the long corridor. They passed by the entrance door from the lab and went into the next room to the left. It was a large room with a bunch of tables and chairs on a resilient tile floor. Harry had smelled the food cooking and as he looked to one side of the cafeteria he saw a modern looking serving area. "The main portion of the cafeteria is open from six am to ten pm serving both staff and our patients. A small grille," she pointed toward the corner, "is open a full twenty four hours per day along with the serving area for beverages. All non-alcoholic by the way, if you want the hard stuff check the refrigerator in the room. We don't mind the patients drinking, but want to keep the temptation away from the staff." "And the cost?" "As a patient you just sign a voucher provided by the cashier. The staff will pay, but if you look at the prices you will see it is quite reasonable." Harry noticed a table with several men wearing body armor and carrying automatic weapons. He nodded to the table and asked, "Are they part of the staff?" "A recent addition since all the trouble outside." "You mean this is now an armed camp," Harry asked. "I think it's more like a normal Government campus with a bit of increased security. While our Center takes up this building, several other buildings are doing research for a number of different Government agencies. We have just shifted some of the security over here. "Hey, if you're hungry we can stop and grab a bite. The same people who run this cafeteria run those in Iraq, have ever since it all began. What's it now twenty or twenty five years since we were supposed to get out of there." "Nice change of subject," Harry said, "No, I'm not hungry now." "Okay, let me show you the laundry and we also have a small convenience store near the laundry," Juliet said pleasantly. "What about Tiffany, can I talk to her now?" "Okay, okay, you want to see Tiffany, but I warn you, you won't like it." "I'd like to see her." Juliet led him to the elevator and they rode up to the third floor. The stepped outside and then turned right, walking down the long corridor. Rooms lined each side, much like the first floor, but at the end of the hall the corridor widened out and there was a door that said, "Private: Authorized Personnel Only." Juliet took her keycard and held it near the lock asking Harry, "Are you sure?" Harry nodded. Tilting her head in consternation, Juliet inserted the keycard in the slot and opened the door, standing back so Harry could enter. Stepping inside the room he saw Tiffany, but it was something he saw before. He felt dizzy as he realized it was just like his dream, but instead of Connie, his ex-girlfriend, this time it was Tiffany kneeling in front of the bed, resting her breast on top of the bed while she was surrounded by men. One man was on the bed, his head in the pillows while Tiffany's mouth bobbed up and down on his huge, erect, big toe. Letting his eyes move down the bed Harry saw two men, one on each side of Tiffany while she used her hand on their big toes. Suddenly one moaned loudly, shoved his leg forward and came, spurting his cum all over her hand and arm. She continued caressing the man's toe as it slowly shrank. Then Harry noticed the two men in chairs behind Tiffany, one had his legs crossed at the knees while his foot was shoved up between her legs, his big toe buried deep in her pussy. The other man was supporting his leg with both hands while his toe slid in and out of her tiny asshole. Harry simply remained frozen, watching the whole thing while one by one each of the men came, spurting their cum into her mouth, hand, ass and pussy. When she finished Tiffany looked over and saw Harry. Climbing up onto the bed and spreading her legs she said, "Come on Harry, I'm nice and wet, just like you like it." He felt his knees buckle but fortunately Juliet was there to help him over to a chair, saying, "I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry." "What the hell are you doing here?" Tiffany shouted at Juliet. "It's just a tour Tiffany, like any other. Come on Harry, let's get out of here." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up from the chair. He paused at the door until she pulled him very hard, then he simply followed her through the door, closing it behind him. Harry followed Juliet as she led him back to the elevator and then once on the first floor she led him back to his room. She took his keycard, opened the door and led him inside, letting him flop onto the bed. Juliet sat down in the chair as watching Harry as he remained silent for some time before drifting asleep. Juliet stayed in the chair until she finally fell asleep too. Tiptoeing - A Genetic Mutation Ch. 08 wondered how she slept in such an uncomfortable position he didn't try to wake her. Instead he quietly got out of bed, went into the bathroom and closed the door. He turned on the shower and after going to the bathroom, he stepped into the shower. It felt good to simply let the hot water flow over him and spend a few minutes not worrying about what was going to happen to him. He was about to reach for the soap when he heard a noise and saw that Juliet had stepped into the bathroom. Through the obscure glass of the shower door he saw that she was naked and he felt an immediate tingling in his toe. He watched as she reached for the shower door and then seemed to pause for a moment. Finally the door clicked open and she asked, "Mind if I join you." Moving off to one side of the shower he replied, "Come on in, the water's fine." Juliet stepped into the shower and Harry grabbed her, pulling her body against his and then bent his head down to kiss her. As his toe slowly came erect he found a real disadvantage to his "abnormality," unless he learned to balance himself a lot more, any real sex in the shower seemed virtually impossible. He noticed Juliet glancing down at his toe and it appeared she just considered it too. Suddenly she smiled and leaning her back against the wall of the shower, she squatted down, spreading her legs wide. Reaching up, she pushed Harry at the waist until he leaned against the opposite wall. Juliet grabbed his foot and pulled it toward her. By holding his foot up, much like the old style kickers in football, he could get his toe to the perfect angle to slide up between her pussy lips. Carefully moving his foot up, he burrowed in between her lips until his toe found her clit. He began moving his foot and toe as delicately as he could to gently massage her tiny nub. Juliet looked up, the water dripping from her face, and said, "Oh yes, that's it." Harry continued the slow and gentle movement, carefully caressing her clit as she soon began to move her hips, grinding herself against him. Suddenly she let her feet slip forward as she sat down on the floor of the shower. She grabbed his foot and pulled it against her as she pressed her self against him. Moaning loudly Juliet wrapped her arms around his calf and came, kissing him all over his leg and knee. In a few moments, she released his leg, leaned her back against the wall of the shower and grabbed his foot with her left hand. As she pulled his foot to her, her right hand took firm hold of his erect toe and guided it into her wet opening. Harry felt the wet warmth of her close in over him as she pushed his toe into her soft cunt. Pushing his hands against the shower walls, he balanced himself and began moving his foot back and forth feeling the incredible sensation as he slid in and out of her pussy. He looked down and saw Juliet gazing up at him her face contorting with the pleasure. Moving faster he could hear her moaning again and tried to keep from coming until she came again but the sensations rolling up and down his toe was too intense. Harry pushed his foot hard against her, shoving his toe deep into her pussy as he came, spurting his cum again and again deep inside her. He felt her wrap her arms around his leg once again and then he felt her pussy pulsating over his toe. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, he left his foot pressed tight to her, trying to keep his toe inside her as long as possible. After a few minutes it finally slipped from her. Reaching down, he helped her up, as they locked in a kiss. Then they both soaped up their hands and scrubbed each other's bodies until they both tingled. Finally rinsing off, they helped each other get dry and then stepped out of the bathroom. "Something's happened," Juliet said, moving quickly to her clothes. "How do you know?" "The red and blue light above the door, get your clothes and get dressed, we need to get out of here FAST!" They both quickly dressed and then moved to the door. Juliet cracked the door open and peeked out into the corridor. She then opened the door and ran toward the door into the lab, peeking through the small view window in the door. "Damn, they've gotten into the lab," she said, grabbing Harry's hand and running past the door and down the hall. Suddenly Harry heard as strange whack, whack, whack sound and then a scream. Juliet pulled him through a doorway into another long hall. "Who is they?" Harry called out as he ran behind her. "Who are they? They are everyone else." "What do you mean?" She rushed up to a door, pressed in a code and then opened it. Pulling him inside she quickly closed it behind her. Looking around she said, "Damn, we're the only ones." "What is going on?" "Okay Harry, listen and listen good. This is a safe room, all of the staff knows about it and has the code. We should be safe for now." "But what is happening out there?" "Remember the doctor telling you about your mutation, how he believed it was either because of a virus or bacteria?" "Yeah, he said he had to do more tests." "He lied to you. Your mutation was caused by a disease, something you either picked up somewhere, something you ate or drank, hell it might even have been a genetic thing that simply was dormant until exposed to something. Anyway, you got it and in a short period of time, well, your big toe effectively became your cock." "Okay, so why are we under attack here?" Harry asked. "I don't think it is just here, I have a feeling it is all over." "What, these people want to hurt us, why? Because of an 'abnormality,' because now I fuck with my toe." "No, no, it's the disease." "How can it harm anyone else?" Harry asked. "It's not that it can harm others, actually quite the opposite. Look, something has been developing over the last decade or so. You remember the AIDS breakouts of the late nineteen hundreds and early two thousands?" "Yes, but I thought we had gotten a handle on that." "We did here, but remember how we abandoned the third world and regions of Africa, kind of simply ignored them?" "Yeah." "Well in some of those regions AIDS went airborne." "Airborne?" "Yes, the disease used to be transmitted by sexual contact and contact with blood and/or body fluids, but something happened and now it can be transferred by the air. By the air you breathe," she explained. "Okay, but that is there..." "Just this last year we began seeing cases here." "Are you saying I have AIDS?" "No, actually just the opposite. Because of your disease you are immune to it, we've found that those of you with the disease that caused your mutation are completely immune to AIDS." "So what is all that out there about?" "You are immune, those out there aren't. Ever since we discovered the peculiarities with your disease, we've been working towards a cure, or a vaccine or even some treatment. We knew all it would take was time, apparently we are out of time." "So what do we do now?" "We wait until we know it's all clear." "And how will we know that?" "See the red light over the door?" Harry nodded. "Well when it shines green we will know it's all clear." "And until them?" "We wait," she replied. Then reaching out and grabbing Harry's foot she began pulling off his right shoe saying, "Or we can find something else to do." Harry felt that familiar tingling in his toe again.