Foot Friends
by Josh Dugan

Tom smiled his teasing, knowing smile, as he sat naked the bed with his legs 
tucked under him. "What?" I said, interested. He was beautiful and he knew it, 
and loved to flirt. He loved to be outrageous -- and he was sexy enough that 
he could get away with anything. "I'm thinking of becoming a centaur," he 
said. 'Imagine how cool I'd be with a stallion's huge body and with four 
legs."

"No way," I replied, "you'd have hooves, and that means you'd have to live 
without your beautiful feet." That struck a nerve, because while Tom was 
beautiful as a dancer, his feet were his pride and joy. They were a little too 
large, but muscular and graceful, and he left them bare whenever he could.
"Wnat if I kept my feet?" he smiled. "I could have four of them, two in the 
back and two in the front. I'd kinda like that!" "You could try," I said. "But 
that's a lot of work just for four feet. Why not just be four-legged but 
human? You could still fit in the room. And you wouldnt have to drink the 
whole bottle of transformation juice."

He eyed the bottle that his beautiful hands had been turning over restlessly. 
"I do like my legs," he said thoughtfully."It would be nice to have four of 
them, and I'd still have my own feet plus two more. I could go for that."
"I'd like that too," I said, feeling aroused at the thought of Tom with four 
feet. His feet were so beautiful -- they were big and warm and handsomely 
shaped. Four of them would be awesome! My mind pleasantly reeled trying to 
imagine him nakedly relaxing on four of his beautiful legs.

He glowed as he looked at me with affection -- he was turned on, too. "You 
like my feet, don't you," he said. Yes, I nodded, blushing.

"I think four legs is as far as I would want to go," he said, "but if you'd 
like, I could try changing  my hands to feet as well, so you'd have more feet 
to enjoy." "Ohhhh," I said, involuntarily. The images flashed in my mind, 
Tom's sleeves rolled halfway back on his smoothly muscled forearms, big and 
beautiful feet hanging heavily from his strong wrists. If I held his hands, I 
would be holding his big, sexy male feet. I could kiss them, he could place 
them on my shoulders lazily as we talked, he might hold a handsome big toe to 
his lips as he shushed me before sharing a confidence. I could picture them 
slapping on a steering wheel as he drove, or hanging languidly out the car 
door as he sat cursing the traffic on a hot day.

"Look!" he said, wiping his lips as he capped the bottle. Looking up from my 
reverie, I was stunned and my hardon became huge. The bottle fell with a plop 
onto the bed, and it was a foot that wiped his lips -- nice! A great, big 
good-looking foot, just like his others -- his five others!

"My god!" he said, laughing, aroused, trying to untangle the four legs and the 
big feet that got in each others' way. We both laughed -- it was funny as he 
was on his hands and knees, only the hands were feet! It was easier for him 
that way, and the big front feet dug into the bed as they faithfully steadied 
him. He rolled over onto his broad back, laughing, holding the feet up 
appraisingly and rubbing them together, while the four legs felt among 
themselves for comfortable positions. 

"Wow, you are awesome!" I said. I meant it, too. He was getting really hard, a 
huge hardon between each pair of legs. "I'm so horny!" he said, and I climbed 
over him and kissed him full on his beautiful, aroused lips. There they were, 
on my burning cheeks, his huge, sweet feet as he framed my face with them, 
gentle on my face as I kissed him. "Can you finish the bottle?" he said to me. 
"I want you this way, too." I felt the urgency of his double erections as they 
prodded higher and higher on my waist as I lay on him. "You got it!" I said.