Kira got the idea of drugging little miss perfect out of her head as soon as she left the room. She may have been weak, but Kira prided herself on being a good person... certainly better than the evil tormentors that had raised her. Besides, Kira only had aspirin, and she certainly didn't want to kill this girl, no matter how much she hated her... And how could she let such perfect feet go blue?
Kira shuffled her way into the small kitchen. She remembered when she bought those high heel shoes; it was twenty years ago. She had put them on only once and very nearly broken her ankle. Overweight and depressed, Kira would never dare wear them again; she was sure that these days her weight would snap the heels anyway.
The fact that this little bitch Gillian... this little Jessica Alba lookalike was dancing around in them in her living room only added to her humiliation. She pictured her skinny sisters and her mother laughing over this whilst enjoying a low fat yogurt. She hated them, but they were not here to hate... they never were here, or there for her for that matter. Kira could imagine herself in a coffin, whilst her family boasted about how they tried their hardest to help; secretly laughing their asses off inside.
Kira opened her cupboard and placed her hand inside the cookie jar. She bit slowly quietly into the nearest cookie, so not to draw the suspicions of little miss perfect.
Apart from food Kira's only other obsession was feet, it didn't matter about the gender, she loved them all. It started when she was sixteen and skinny for the last year in her life, her math teacher would ridicule her infront of the class. The whole classroom including Miss Thomas would torture her on her poor math skills... but deep down, everyone knew that they were REALLY torturing her because she was ugly and didn't fit in.
The whole time that she was being verbally abused she did not dare look her teacher in the eye... instead she looked at her black high heel shoes.
Her teacher was raven haired and like a 50's starlett, she always used to flirt with the boys in class. Kira found her ugly, she could see right through her faux-charm and see the monster lurking inside.
But her feet... her feet were innocent and beautiful. She grew to enjoy her belittling from her teacher, as she got to observe poetry within a high heeled shoe.
Her first and only crime during childhood was skipping class, breaking into Miss Thomas' house and stealing a single pink fluffy slipper.
Kira cradled that slipper every night like it was a comfort blanket. But soon it wasn't enough, she had to find the perfect foot. She had no reason why the obsession began, but it was like finding her own prince charming. People were ugly, but feet were beautiful.
Kira knew that her own feet were ugly, the toenails started going yellow at 19, but she still believed in the beauty of other peoples feet.
Everything was going right for Kira untill her mother found the magazine cuttings in her drawer. She called Kira a sick horrible child, before burning them infront of her. That was when Kira began to eat, she could no longer hunt for her true love, so she settled with food. And she had been there ever since.
Aside from a few trips to shoe shops in between the years, Kira gave up trying. Her mother had won.
But now the perfect feet were actually in her small bedsit! and Kira was fighting to stay clean. Her mother was right; she was a sicko. She needed to stay in control.
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Gillian looked around the room, the place was disgusting. Gillian was used to good living and this was the polar opposite.
"Ugh" Gillian muttered as the high heels trod on some leftover noodles. Thank God that she was wearing these ugly shoes, she figured that she might puke if her bare toes had sank into them.
How could anyone live like this? Gillian wondered. This fat piggy has really let herself go. Gillian hated little miss piggy for being so disgusting. In Gillian's world uglyness was weakness.
"Oh well," Gillian sighed "let's get this over with."
Gillian moved a revolting green chair to the corner of the room, reached over for her gym bag and behan to lay out a six foot mat.
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FIVE HOURS LATER.
It was only when Kira sat directly over her feet did Gillian truly begin to panic. Gillian tried to scream, but no sound came from her muzzles other than a forced "Mmmmfgh!". She chocked back as she accidently swallowed a mouthful of the sweat from Kira's placed stocking.
"I can't believe I finally found you," Kira cooed as she looked down at Gillian's high heeled feet "my Prince Charming."
Gillian couldn't believe what she was hearing. What the fuck was this fat bith babbling about? When she forced her head to turn a few inches she was sure Kira was licking her lips.
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FIVE HOURS EARLIER.
"Oh Kira, I've got a suprise for you!" Gillian called from the living room "And no, it's not cake" Gilliam muttered under her breath.
Kira's huge form made its way into the living room from the kitchen. When she saw Gillian she almost dropped the glass of water she was carrying.
Gillian was laying on her back with her knees bent, and perfect naked feet facing Kira. Kira thought she was going to have a heart attack.
"This will sort you out." Gillian sang "I want you to get out of those horrid sandals and press your feet against mine." Gilliam smiled smugly "We are going to do some sit-ups together. Like a team!"
"Jesus ... oh Jesus ... give me strength dear Lord." Kira pleaded, but Gillian was to full of the moment to hear.
When Kira removed her sandals, Gillian regretted her choice of exercise; Kira's feet were ugly as sin and were probably filled with horrible parasites. Worse was the smell, as Kira stumbled closer to her, she was sure that she had walked into a cheese market.
The smell was the least of Gillian's worries.
Kira shuffled her way into the small kitchen. She remembered when she bought those high heel shoes; it was twenty years ago. She had put them on only once and very nearly broken her ankle. Overweight and depressed, Kira would never dare wear them again; she was sure that these days her weight would snap the heels anyway.
The fact that this little bitch Gillian... this little Jessica Alba lookalike was dancing around in them in her living room only added to her humiliation. She pictured her skinny sisters and her mother laughing over this whilst enjoying a low fat yogurt. She hated them, but they were not here to hate... they never were here, or there for her for that matter. Kira could imagine herself in a coffin, whilst her family boasted about how they tried their hardest to help; secretly laughing their asses off inside.
Kira opened her cupboard and placed her hand inside the cookie jar. She bit slowly quietly into the nearest cookie, so not to draw the suspicions of little miss perfect.
Apart from food Kira's only other obsession was feet, it didn't matter about the gender, she loved them all. It started when she was sixteen and skinny for the last year in her life, her math teacher would ridicule her infront of the class. The whole classroom including Miss Thomas would torture her on her poor math skills... but deep down, everyone knew that they were REALLY torturing her because she was ugly and didn't fit in.
The whole time that she was being verbally abused she did not dare look her teacher in the eye... instead she looked at her black high heel shoes.
Her teacher was raven haired and like a 50's starlett, she always used to flirt with the boys in class. Kira found her ugly, she could see right through her faux-charm and see the monster lurking inside.
But her feet... her feet were innocent and beautiful. She grew to enjoy her belittling from her teacher, as she got to observe poetry within a high heeled shoe.
Her first and only crime during childhood was skipping class, breaking into Miss Thomas' house and stealing a single pink fluffy slipper.
Kira cradled that slipper every night like it was a comfort blanket. But soon it wasn't enough, she had to find the perfect foot. She had no reason why the obsession began, but it was like finding her own prince charming. People were ugly, but feet were beautiful.
Kira knew that her own feet were ugly, the toenails started going yellow at 19, but she still believed in the beauty of other peoples feet.
Everything was going right for Kira untill her mother found the magazine cuttings in her drawer. She called Kira a sick horrible child, before burning them infront of her. That was when Kira began to eat, she could no longer hunt for her true love, so she settled with food. And she had been there ever since.
Aside from a few trips to shoe shops in between the years, Kira gave up trying. Her mother had won.
But now the perfect feet were actually in her small bedsit! and Kira was fighting to stay clean. Her mother was right; she was a sicko. She needed to stay in control.
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Gillian looked around the room, the place was disgusting. Gillian was used to good living and this was the polar opposite.
"Ugh" Gillian muttered as the high heels trod on some leftover noodles. Thank God that she was wearing these ugly shoes, she figured that she might puke if her bare toes had sank into them.
How could anyone live like this? Gillian wondered. This fat piggy has really let herself go. Gillian hated little miss piggy for being so disgusting. In Gillian's world uglyness was weakness.
"Oh well," Gillian sighed "let's get this over with."
Gillian moved a revolting green chair to the corner of the room, reached over for her gym bag and behan to lay out a six foot mat.
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FIVE HOURS LATER.
It was only when Kira sat directly over her feet did Gillian truly begin to panic. Gillian tried to scream, but no sound came from her muzzles other than a forced "Mmmmfgh!". She chocked back as she accidently swallowed a mouthful of the sweat from Kira's placed stocking.
"I can't believe I finally found you," Kira cooed as she looked down at Gillian's high heeled feet "my Prince Charming."
Gillian couldn't believe what she was hearing. What the fuck was this fat bith babbling about? When she forced her head to turn a few inches she was sure Kira was licking her lips.
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FIVE HOURS EARLIER.
"Oh Kira, I've got a suprise for you!" Gillian called from the living room "And no, it's not cake" Gilliam muttered under her breath.
Kira's huge form made its way into the living room from the kitchen. When she saw Gillian she almost dropped the glass of water she was carrying.
Gillian was laying on her back with her knees bent, and perfect naked feet facing Kira. Kira thought she was going to have a heart attack.
"This will sort you out." Gillian sang "I want you to get out of those horrid sandals and press your feet against mine." Gilliam smiled smugly "We are going to do some sit-ups together. Like a team!"
"Jesus ... oh Jesus ... give me strength dear Lord." Kira pleaded, but Gillian was to full of the moment to hear.
When Kira removed her sandals, Gillian regretted her choice of exercise; Kira's feet were ugly as sin and were probably filled with horrible parasites. Worse was the smell, as Kira stumbled closer to her, she was sure that she had walked into a cheese market.
The smell was the least of Gillian's worries.
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