Magic Feet: The Morning After – by lostandwhatever

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Here’s a sequel to “Magic Feet” as a final thank you for all the support. This chapter was originally published on my Patreon last month.

Before John was aware of anything else, there was the hangover. He had a sense that his skull was trying to squeeze his brain into paste, accompanied by a queasy bed-spinning sensation. He moaned, which only made his head feel worse, so he kept quiet after that.

Next, he became aware of his full bladder, which demanded his immediate attention.

Somewhere in his bleary mind, he wondered what had happened last night. He could vaguely remember drinking, and he was almost sure that Maggie had been with him. That meant that he had to start checking his body to see what state it was in. He knew well that his girlfriend and alcohol were a dangerous combination. Not only could she drink him under the table—the woman had an iron stomach—but she could also shrink him under the table, if the whim took her. You see, she had magic feet—literally feet that could do magic—and she enjoyed using her magic to transform him. Most of the time, he enjoyed being transformed… most of the time.

Having a magic girlfriend meant that the body he woke up in might be as strange as the place he woke up in. With his eyes still shut, he started his inventory of exposed body parts. His feet were cold, and they seemed to be resting on the floor. In fact, he felt as though he were laying on a couch cushion instead of a bed. He slid his arm to his chest and encountered a fatty mound of flesh… two of them, actually. Most men would be shocked to wake up with a pair of breasts. To John it was nothing special. He spent as much time with breasts on his chest as he did without them. Maggie was pansexual, and John allowed her to mold him into any form she wanted. It made his love life into a series of novel and somewhat confusing experiences. Unfortunately, it also made for awkward mornings, such as this one.

He brushed his fingers past his crotch and found what he expected: he was lacking his original equipment.

“Maggie?” his dry mouth muttered. His croaking voice was high and feminine. He waited and listened for a moment. There was no reply, only silence, not even the sound Maggie sleeping nearby.

He opened his eyes a crack and winced at the morning light. His head throbbed. He wanted to just keep lying in bed indefinitely, letting the queasiness and headache subside, but his bladder was ready to burst. He needed to piss, penis or no penis.

He sat up and bumped his head against the ceiling, sending lighting bolts of pain through his already sore head. He immediately laid back down.

“Ow! Owowowow ow,” he said, rubbing his head.

He opened his eyes again and squinted around himself. Everything seemed to have shrunk, leaving the room only as big as the space under an office desk. He was not laying on a couch cushion but Maggie’s queen sized bed, which was simply the same relative size as a couch cushion now compared to his enormous naked female body.

He sighed and called for her again, “Maggie?”

No reply.

For a frantic moment, he worried that he might have crushed her accidentally in the night. He checked the bed underneath himself. There was no sign of her. He lifted his feet and was momentarily stunned by how huge they were now, even compared to his already gigantic body. They must have been three times their ordinary size, and the rest of him was already three times as big as usual. He stood a foot up with his heel resting next to the door. The foot was almost large enough to cover the entire doorway.

“Maggie!” he called again.

Nothing. Silence. Even if she were messing with him, she would have replied by now. He really was alone, stuck at this size until she came back from wherever she went.

And, he still had to pee… now.

He groaned and began to contort his body around the little room, angling his head towards the door. His long hair hung down in front of his face, but he tried to ignore it. He had to pee. Nothing else mattered. He certainly did not want to have to deal with the clean up that would follow flooding his girlfriend’s bedroom with piss, which would be the result if he failed to make it to the bathroom in time.

The door was just barely large enough for him to crawl through sideways, especially with his large breasts. He silently thanked whoever the architect was that had designed her apartment for having the good sense to place the bathroom door directly opposite the door to her bedroom. At least, he would not need to snake his way down a tiny hallway with a full bladder.

He pulled his whole upper body into the little bathroom, but he had to stop when his huge feet got caught in the doorway to the bedroom. After some twisting and squeezing that knocked over a few heavy things in her bedroom, he pulled his feet through the two doorways one by one, until he had his whole body crouched inside the cramped bathroom.

He looked at the toilet and chuckled. Not only would he shatter it into pieces if he tried to sit on it, but he was also sure that he would never be able to aim his piss inside of the tiny bowl. That left him only one other option.

“The bathtub,” he said, pushing aside her shower curtain.

It was a pretty tight fit as well, but it would be possible, at least. He slid his giant female ass up to it and balanced above the edge, which was pretty easy to do with the steady foundation provided by his humongous feet. When he was confident that he was in position. He relaxed himself and let the urine stream flow.

“Ahh!” he sighed as the pressure on his bladder released. Below, he could hear a waterfall of hot urine gushing into her tub. A minute went by, long enough for him to start to feel a bit claustrophobic. Then, his bladder ran dry. The tub continued draining away his piss for much longer than it took to fill it up. He needed to wipe, but it would take more than an entire roll of toilet paper to dry himself. So, he decided to sacrifice a bath towel to wipe himself.

Having finished with his immediate bodily needs, he started to consider his next problem: the hangover. His head was still causing him great pain, and his mouth was as dry as sandpaper.

“Water,” he said.

He managed to turn on the faucet on the bathroom sink, but the tiny cups in on the sink barely gave him a drop of water. He realized that he needed a pitcher of water at least to even swallow, and he would have to get to her kitchen for that.

This time, he exited the room feet first. After some twisting and turning that knocked picture frames off of the walls, he somehow managed to slide his whole body around the corner to enter her living room. Then, he crawled into her kitchen, opened some cabinets, found an empty pitcher, and filled it up with water from the kitchen sink. He gulped down the entire pitcher in seconds and immediately filled it up again. Three pitchers of water later, and he started to feel properly re-hydrated again.

With his bodily needs taken care of, he was left with one remaining concern.

“Where is she?” he asked himself.

He crawled into the living room, where he discovered his discarded male clothes. They were still his normal size, which made them appear like children’s clothes to his giant eyes.

He began to remember flashes of the previous evening. They had come home already drunk together but kept on drinking. They had made out and shed their clothes as they went, before moving into the bedroom. “Why were we so drunk?” he said, trying to recall the special occasion. “Oh, it was our one-month anniversary.”

It had been a wild month—very wild—maybe a little too wild. Maggie was unlike any woman he had ever been with, probably unlike any other woman, period. Her magic could transform him but not herself, which meant that he was usually shaped to fit her desires. Mostly, she desired dominating him, making him small, feminine, helpless, putting herself in control. However, he now recalled that last night was supposed to have been different. She was going to put him in the dominant position. She would have to feel the power of his own feet for once.

He looked down at his ridiculous feet and remembered pinning her whole body between their soles, feeling her squirm and struggle playfully as he gently “crushed” her. Then, she had pleasured him. It had been an amazing experience. She really had made him feel powerful.

Now, considering the body he was stuck in, he just felt irritated. It had been a fun experience, but the night was over. It was time to move on, but he could not move on. Until she came back to fix him, he was stuck as a giant big-footed woman. He sighed, feeling the annoying irony of his situation. Yeah, he was huge and undoubtedly powerful, but what good was that power? He was not planning on leaving the apartment looking like this, which meant that he was trapped in a too small place with an unwieldy body. If anything, he felt even weaker like this than he would normally be. He was out of options for things to do. All he had left available to him was waiting for her to return. His future was dependent entirely on her feet.

He lifted up his pants and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It appeared to be about the size of a pair of postage stamps. He tried unlocking it, but his fingers were too thick to type anything. Even his fingernails were useless. There would be no calling for help either, it seemed. No, he was trapped. There was nothing to do but wait.

He slid the coffee table out of the way and sat down cross-legged with his back to the couch. Then, he picked up the TV remote, found the power button with his fingernail, and started watching TV.

He told himself that Maggie was coming back soon. She had always taken good care of him whenever she used her magic. When he wanted to return to normal, she restored him without hesitation. They had trust.

But, where was she now?

The more time that went by, the more worried he got. Maybe something happened to her, he thought. She might have stepped out to get breakfast and… an accident, maybe? The thought of possibly losing her made his already uneasy stomach ache even more. Besides the magic, she had been the best woman he had ever dated, by a long shot. She was funny, smart, and adventurous, and she really liked him. At least, he thought she did.

Then, he considered his situation. If she never came back, then he might just be stuck like this forever. He looked down past his large breasts and flexed his giant toes. Eventually, he would need to leave the apartment. Maybe he could put it off for a day or two, but he would run out of food quickly at this size. After that, he would have to figure out his life as a 17-foot-tall woman with giant feet. He wondered if there were still freak shows—traveling carnivals with bearded ladies and conjoined twins. He had only seen them in movies. He thought he might make a star attraction. Whatever the future held for him in this body, he knew it was likely to be a sad experience.

Just when he had started to figure out how to get through the door to her apartment, he heard a key turn in the lock. The door sung open and Maggie stepped inside, carrying a box of donuts and a pair of coffees. When she saw him, she froze and looked shocked.

“Oh my God,” she said. “You’re still huge.” She quickly shut the apartment door behind herself and set the donuts and coffee down on the coffee table. “Are you all right?” she asked him.

“I’m not hurt,” he said, although that was only partially true. “I pissed in your bathtub,” he added. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t even see you when I woke up,” she said. “I think I went to sleep in the living room last night because I wanted to let you enjoy being big for a little while longer. Then, this morning, I must have forgotten about that. I just got up and put on my clothes from last night that I’d left in here. After that, I freshened up in the bathroom and went to get us breakfast.” She sighed, “I should have checked on you. I’m sorry.”

He shut off the TV and put down the remote. “I’m feeling a little cramped,” he said. “Could you…?”

“Oh!” she said and slipped her foot out of her shoe in one fluid motion. She rested her toe on his enormous foot, and he immediately began to shrink. In a few seconds, he dropped down to his normal size and kept shrinking. Then, Maggie lifted her toe up, and he took a moment to examine his new form.

He was still female, but his feet were back to their normal proportions. He stood up, and stretched his arms high over his head, which was not very high considering that he was shorter than Maggie now. Still, it felt good to straighten his limbs again, and his hangover seemed to subside a little more.

“There,” she said. “That should be better. We can eat breakfast, and after that, I might be up for eating something else.” She gave him a little wink. “I owe you that much, at least, for putting you through such a rough morning.”

As much as he enjoyed her tongue, he found himself getting upset. She had not returned him to normal. To be fair, he had not asked for that specifically, but he still felt a bit put out, having to deal with going from one different body to another. “Thanks, but, I think I might just go home,” he said as politely as he could. “I’m feeling like I just need to spend some time alone in my regular body… to recover. You know?”

“Uh oh,” she said. “You’re using your polite voice. You’re angry. Aren’t you?”

“Not exactly angry,” he said. Then, he looked down at himself and added, “I’d much rather have my clothes on for this conversation. Please?”

She touched her toe to his foot again, and he grew taller and stronger, losing his female curves and gaining back his male genitalia. When he was back to normal, he started to get dressed.

“Were you worried that I wasn’t coming back?” she asked as he pulled up his pants.

“Not really,” he lied.

“You know I would never abandon you, right?”

He did not reply. He just pulled on his shirt.

“This is my place. Of course, I’m coming back here.” She was trying to lighten the mood. That was not helping. “It’d be weird if I didn’t come back.”

“Well, what if you didn’t?” he said, letting his voice get a little louder than he had intended. “What if…” He tried to calm down. “What if you couldn’t come back?”

“Oh,” she said. “I see. You were worried that something happened to me. You thought you might be stuck like that forever.”

“Maybe,” he said.

She sat down on the couch. He sat down next to her.

“We’ve been too careless with your magic,” he said, being careful to use a plural pronoun. “You’ve got a lot of power, but it’s risky whenever we use your magic.”

“I know that,” she said. “Of course I know that. I’ve been hiding this secret for years. You don’t think I know how to be careful with it?”

“You use it every time I see you.”

“What?” she said. “No… I mean, that can’t be true.”

He started reviewing the list of their days together. “There was our first date. The next date, we hung out at my place, and you kept changing my age to match my family photos. Then, you asked me to come clothes shopping with you. You didn’t mention that I would be shopping as you.”

“I thought you had fun pretending to be my twin sister.”

“I did,” he said, thinking back to modeling clothes for her in changing rooms, feeling like her own personal mannequin. “Once I got over feeling awkward about being a different gender in public.”

“I even let you pick out some lingerie for me to wear.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But, you only agreed to that if I tried it on first.”

“And, you looked amazing in it,” she said.

“It was… uncomfortable.”

“Well, at least that encouraged you to find something more comfortable for me to wear.”

“I suppose.”

“So, besides the fun times, you had a few awkward times. Is that all?”

“It wasn’t just a few times. It kept happening—again and again. Remember when we wanted to go Disneyland, and you had a clever idea to save some money.”

“Tickets are cheaper for kids under 10 years old,” she said.

“So,” he said. “I spent the day as a 4-year-old boy.”

“Well,” she said. “I didn’t have any way to prove what age you were, so I thought it would be best to make you obviously younger than 10.”

“I was too short for most of the rides.”

“I miscalculated a little,” she admitted. “But you did have a lot of fun. Didn’t you?”

“It was supposed to be a date,” he said. “Instead, I had a day out with ‘Mommy.’ You even cut up my food for me at the restaurant.”

“You never complained about any of this before,” she said. “I thought you liked it when I changed you.”

“I did. I do,” he said. “It’s amazing, but you just never stop. Do you realize that we’ve had sex at least a dozen times now, but I’ve only been in my regular body once for it? I mean, it was fun the first few times, but after a while… I don’t know. Maybe I started to wonder if you just didn’t like being with me in my normal body anymore.”

“Why didn’t you say this before?” she asked. “I didn’t know. I even thought…”

He waited after her voice trailed off and asked, “What?”

She sighed and said, “I think I was worried that if I stopped using my magic on you, then you might start to get bored with me.”

“What?” he said. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Well,” she said with a shrug. “After our first date went so well, I thought that it might have been the magic that had caught your attention. Maybe I wanted to make sure that you always had something new to experience with me.”

“So,” he said. “You were doing all of this because you thought I would only care about you if you used your magic on me?”

“No,” she said and added, “Well, not completely. I’d never been with you without using my magic. I didn’t know what we would be like together without it. Maybe I was afraid that it was the main thing keeping us together.” She nervously rubbed her feet together.

He put his hand on hers, and her feet relaxed. “Maggie,” he said. “I’m here for you, all of you, not just your feet. You are clever, creative, funny, and just plain wonderful to be around. Even if you woke up tomorrow with no magic, I would still want to be with you. I…” The words got caught in his mouth.

“Yes?” she asked, expectantly.

He sighed. “I love you,” he said. “Magic or no magic. I love you, Maggie.”

She kissed him and said, “I love you, too, John. I love you just the way you are.”

“All right,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. “All right.”

He smiled. She smiled back. “Well,” he said. “That’s a relief. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I don’t have to worry about inventing new adventures for you all of the time. That’s a big relief. We need to do more of this… you know, just talking… communicating.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I think I remember hearing from somewhere that communication is important in a relationship.”

“It is. Isn’t it?” She leaned her shoulder into him, and he rested his arm over her shoulders. “So,” she said. “Let’s talk. What do you want to do today?”

“I want to sit on this couch with you and watch Netflix… all day.”

“Sounds chill,” she said.

“No magic necessary.”

“Fine with me,” she said.

“And,” he said. “I want to eat one of those donuts.”

“Oh no!” she said, looking over at their breakfast. “The coffee! It’s probably getting cold by now.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “Lukewarm is probably exactly what we need today.”

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