Emily - A tale about mutation 03 (Patreon)

  “So it finally happened” Paul said, distractedly finishing up in the kitchen. “What was it? Was it a tail? Did I win the bet?”

“Can you take this seriously Paul?” Emily shouted back. She didn’t want to snap at him, but now was not the time for jokes. 

Paul left the kitchen and saw Emily standing on her three feet near the doorway. The black skirt she wore, one of her favorites, was torn down the side. He glanced down to see her new middle foot, stranger than he would have first expected. In the middle was a big toe and to the side were much longer, more slender fingers. It was caked in black dirt well past the ankle, a stark contrast to her original legs covered in stockings and black flats. “Wow she must have been walking on it for a long time” he thought to himself.

“I… didn’t expect this” Paul said, his wide eyes belying his attempts to hide his surprise.