No Nut, Only Foot

I made the mistake of trusting my prankster friend Olivia enough to tell her that I was going to try No-Nut November. Lately, I’ve generated a bit of a reputation as sex-freak who only thinks with his cock. Sure I have a few crazy stories around my sexual exploits, but those handful of instances are really it as far as my sex life goes. And to be honest, most of those stories are exaggerated anyway. What can I say, I’m a storyteller by nature!

To be frank, I only started to care about my reputation once it started to affect my ability to get dates. Enough people around campus heard about it that I was getting turned down when I ask women out. So I made a big point to say that I was doing No-Nut-November. Of course that meant that it was that much more important to get through it. If I failed, my reputation would be solidified, and that would be in for me..

Anyway, while I was hanging out at Olivia’s apartment I mentioned it. Olivia is a witch, and she offered her help, claiming to have a spell that would guarantee success. I was so desperate to follow through that I immediately agreed. That’s where I made my mistake. You see, I didn’t ask what the spell was or what it would actually do. I just kind of assumed it would deaden my libido or something.

Before I knew it, she cast her spell, and I found myself shrinking down and splitting into two parts. When my world finally stopped spinning, I realized she had transformed me into a pair of heels! But not like a super-dressy pair like a girl would wear to a wedding, but a kind of normal pair? I don’t know shit about girls’ shoes, but I looked like a fairly comfortable pair that some girls wear every day.

I quickly learned that she turned me into an exact copy of a pair of her roommate's favorite shoes. She swapped me out with my doppelgängers, hiding the real shoes in the back of her closet.

“Alright, so the spell will wear off when November ends, returning you automatically, assuming she isn’t wearing you of course,” Olivia explained. “I guarantee that you won’t nut, since objects can’t cum. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t be aroused…”

Olivia giggled and waved to me, leaving me sitting on the floor ready to be used. I didn’t like how she said that, but without a voice, there really wasn’t anything I could do. Honestly, I kind of forgot how much she likes pranks. I gave her the perfect chance too, since this kind of powerful magic couldn’t be cast without the target’s consent, which I gave up willingly.

Though, it wasn’t until the next morning, when her roommate put me on for the first time that I realized the true diabolical nature of Olivia’s spell. Not only did I retain all my senses, so I could smell and taste her feet inside me, but Olivia made some… creative adjustments to my body. It was like she split my cock between the two insoles. So every time her foot shifted inside me, which was almost constant, it felt like I was getting a handjob, the speed of which depended upon how fast she was moving at the time. More than that, other erogenous zones that I didn’t even know I had were strategically placed around my new bodies.

Every second she wore me was agonizingly teasing, like I was force-fed extra-strength viagra and constantly stroked by a less-than-enthusiastic partner. I quickly lost track of time as my wearer went about her day, oblivious of the incessant teasing she was putting me through.

By the time she arrived back at the apartment, I was a mess. The need to cum was so powerful I could barely think of anything else. When she finally slipped her feet out of me, the feeling started to slowly fade, though it never seemed to go away completely, simmering in the back of my mind, an itch that was impossible to scratch. It felt like I interrupted in the middle of an intense jerk-off session and then was interrupted and not given the chance to go back.

And this was just one day. I had no idea how I was going to survive all month like this. Though I had to hand it to Olivia, this was one hell of a prank…