Ring Around the Toesies Chapter 4 (Patreon)

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Ring Around the Toesies

Chapter 4 - Happy Anniversary!

Despite the disrespectful toss onto Eve’s bed, Andrew was on Cloud Nine.  He couldn’t believe he was now in Eve’s bed.  If this were his dream, the next thing to happen would be Eve tossing one large thigh over one side of him, straddling his hips and pressing her gigantic tits into his face.  Well…part of that dream was coming true.  Eve parked her gigantic booty right next to his stationary body–so close, in fact, that the bedsink pulled him in toward her as if Eve’s right ass cheek were a planet made of black, stretchy lycra imparting gravitational influence upon him.

Despite her quite literal attractive properties, she wasn’t looking at him with that cute, devilish grin he had painted in his memory.  Just like 85% of the time since he’d been transformed into a ring, Eve’s attention was elsewhere, currently fiddling with a colorful gift bag and muttering something to herself.

“Eve?”

Why wasn’t she talking to him?  She clearly could still hear him, right?  The blue light of his jewel was lighting up…and she was still wearing her headphones. The cord draped down from each of her ears and occasionally sandwiching between her breasts as she stuffed colorful tissue paper into the bag.

When his boy-brain wandered away from the tangentially-related fantasy he was living here next to Eve’s big, splayed booty, a pestering curiosity oozed back to the forefront of his mind. It was about what had just happened moments ago in the living room.

Someone came into the apartment–a woman.  And her voice sounded vaguely familiar.

Who was she calling out to when she said ‘babe’?

Did Eve have two roommates who happened to be a couple?  And maybe the woman was looking for her boyfriend?

“Eve, who was that?” Andrew timidly asked.

Again no response from Eve. She’d set the gift bag freshly stuffed with colorful tissue paper down on the bed and was now rooting through a large jewelry box.  With no warning to Andrew, Eve bounced up from the bed to change her seating position, tucking her left foot in under her expansive bottom.  As she adjusted into her new seating position, the huge, lycra planet bent spacetime and pulled Andrew in toward her, but he rolled toward her bare foot, colliding with her sole.

“Eve, help..I’m pressed up against your foot!” He didn’t have an adamant dislike for feet or anything–and if he needed to have a preference, he’d pick Eve’s short, cute, and chubby toes. Still, Andrew did A LOT of things to Eve in his fantasies, but never once were her feet the focus or really even involved. Now here he was, this tiny little ring leaning up against the broad creamy wall of her wrinkled sole while she fiddled around in her jewelry box.

“I friggin’ know it’s here somewhere.” she muttered.

Despite how unsexual he viewed feet, he still couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something wrong; as if he were taking advantage of Eve’s lack of focus and attention on his position.  He looked up her long, wrinkled sole to see five chubby toes, each one nearly as spherical and plush as her ass cheeks. At this size, he literally could have fit on one of them–and it wouldn't have been all that strange considering his current, temporary form as a ring.  Andrew shuddered at the thought, grateful to be a ring and not a toe ring.

‘Wait…was there actually a difference?’

A sharp, crisp knock on the bedroom door broke Andrew’s focus and caused Eve’s body to stiffen up.

“Babe, you okay?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Well, for starters, I heard you jump up from the couch when I came in and it sounded like a gorilla ran into the bedroom.”

Eve chastised herself in a whisper, “Ugh…I thought I was being quiet.”

Trish rattled the doorknob.  “And the bedroom door is locked.”

“She’s talking to you?” Andrew asked with heightened confusion and discomfort, the sole of Eve’s foot bathed in the baby blue of his illuminated jewel.

“I’ll be out in a minute. Just getting something together for my incredibly nosey and impatient girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND?!” Andrew exclaimed. Andrew looked around frantically, noticing several of the framed pictures on one of the bedside nightstands. One of them showed Eve in a black two-piece bikini.  She looked stunning as usual, and she was facing away from the camera staring off into a beautiful beach sunset.  Then his eyes were naturally pulled to a pale, feminine hand cupping one of the massive cheeks.

“.....Eve…?” Andrew whimpered.

The next picture showed a beautiful, Nordic woman with gorgeous blonde hair.  He recognized it to be Trish, the woman who he’d confided in…the only other person in the world (other than his grandmother) who knew about his crush on Eve.  And they were kissing.

“Eve…what’s happening? Why am I here?”

The next picture  , at first excited about being in Eve’s room..until he sees all the pictures of Eve and Trish together.

“Oh, is it an anniversary present by any chance? She sounds lucky,” Why did Andrew recognize that voice?

“...and I think she wants to go to a fancy restaurant tonight too, by the way.”

Eve adjusted her seated position again, causing Andrew to slide in under the knife-edge of her foot, grinding him into the mattress.  “Oh, does she?”

“What’s going on?!” Andrew yelped, trying to alleviate the extreme pressure of Eve’s weight on his body. Despite his entire body being compressed under her velvety soft but oppressively heavy foot, Andrew’s speech was in no way muffled.  “Eve, talk to me, please!”

“Oh my god, will you puh-leeeease stop buzzing in my ear?” Eve reached in under her foot and scooped Andrew out and held him up to her face.  She was so pretty, even with that annoyed look on her face. “I am literally like a millimeter away from unplugging my headphones.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you, I’m just….what are you doing?” Andrew asked in a panic as Eve moved him toward the empty ring box.  He fit so nicely, just as any ring would, nestling into the slot of the soft white cushion.

“Getting Trish’s anniversary gift ready, of course.” Eve said with a grin.

“What gift?”

“You’re the gift, you goof.”

“You’re….giving me to someone?!”

“Yup yup! Isn’t that a great idea?”

“I’m a person, Eve!  You can’t just…what about my life?”

“Umm….this is your life now.”

“You can’t do this Eve!” Andrew wailed. “You can’t just give me away like a possession.”

“But you are a possession now.  And not just for anyone!  You’re going to be my 3-month anniversary gift to Trish.”

“You and Trish…are dating?!” This was getting more and more alarming.  More and more scary.  More and more heartbreaking.

Eve smiled down at the stationary disk of beautiful silver metal…and that adorable baby blue light that flickered every time he spoke.

“Of course we are.  We’re in love.”

Andrew felt like he was about to cry.

The box snapped shut with an ear-splitting crack, sealing Andrew in darkness as Eve stuffed him and the box into her pocket.

* * * * * * * * * *

Eve fiddled with the box in her pocket as she rounded the corner of the hallway, entering the living room.

Trish was already lounging comfortably, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table, and completely absorbed in a book. She’d just finished with a slew of classes and was ready to relax for the evening

“Hey there, couch queen.”

Trish looked up from her book, anyone else breaking her focus might have gotten an annoyed look but for Eve, the blonde beauty wore a pleasant smile. “Hey there, eye candy.” Trish gently patted the cushion next to her, beckoning her lover to join.

“Whatcha listenin’ to?” Trish asked.

Eve looked at the dangling white wires tracing up to each of her ears and smirked, realizing that the reduced volume of Andrew’s incessant begging had taken a backseat to the womens’ conversation.  He hadn’t stopped whining since she packaged him in the ring box and he was still pleading with Eve to transform him back and she had responded by simply turning the volume of her headphones down (but not too far down!  The noise was still funny.)

“Just this new song…I’ve had it on repeat but it's starting to get boring.”

“Oh, can I listen?”

“Hmm…maybe later…there’s something bigger going on right now.” Eve pulled the ring box from her pajama pants pocket, “Happy anniversary, babe.” Eve grinned.

“Oh, my god…is this what I think it is?” A look of concern flashed across Trish’s face.

“Oh my god. No, you weirdo.” Eve chuckled, tossing the ring box into Trish’s lap.  We’ve only been together for 3 months!”

Eve laughed with relief, retrieving the box that had settled atop her thigh cleavage and opened the box slowly, revealing the treasure of hidden consciousness and betrayal inside.

“Is that a toe ring?” Trish asked with a huge smile.

“It sure is.”

“A toe ring?!” Andrew yelped, squinting in the light and feeling queasy from all the abrupt movement in his Latina crush’s fluffy pocket.  “Is that..what I am?”

“Oh my god, it’s so cute!” Trish gushed, holding the box close enough for her nose to touch the ring. Andrew could smell the two altoids dancing around in the blonde’s mouth.

“Trish!  It’s me, Andrew!  Can you hear me! HELP ME!”

Eve literally laughed out loud at the futility of Andrew’s desperate pleas.  She was the only one that could hear him now–through the app–and that would only be for as long as she felt like listening.  It felt strange having someone else here for such an intimate moment in hers and Trish’s relationship…a man, no less…but there was also something undeniably empowering about it.

“What’s funny?” Trish tilted her head.

“I just think it’s adorable how excited you get over jewelry.” It was a great save from Eve, and any confusion Trish had moments ago over the abrupt outburst of giggling was completely gone.

“Which foot should I put it on?” Trish asked with a playful grin.

“Hmmm, that’s such a good question.” Eve replied, taking the ring out of Trish’s fingers.  She lowered Andrew toward her lover’s bare left foot.  “Maybe we should let the ring decide?”

“Fantastic idea, babe.” Trish giggled as Eve ran Andrew along the top of Trish’s foot near her ankle.

“Bleghhh!  Eve, please stop!  I…I don’t like this!  I don’t want this!” Andrew had never felt so vulnerable in his life as he continued the forced tour of Trish’s foot, moving closer to her wiggling toes.  He’d never been a fan of feet and now he was way closer than he’d ever hoped to get.  It didn’t matter how pretty Trish was, being this close to her foot was just gross! Her toes were long and slender, and the nails were painted.

“So what do you think, pretty little toe ring?” Eve asked Andrew.  “Where’s your home?”

Andrew nearly hurled as he rocketed up from Trish’s foot to Eve’s head where she was pushing her thick, lustrous black hair from her ear.  He feared that she was going to stuff him in but she only positioned him right outside of it.  “Oh, what’s that? …Uh-huh….uh-huh….interesting.”

Of course, Eve was only pretending to listen to Andrew.  No one needed to point out the irony to him that while she was ‘pretending’ to listen to the toe ring, putting on a show for her partner, the helpless little toe ring was actually asserting a preference…one that Eve was blatantly disregarding.

‘How can she do this to me?’

“He said it’s a hard pick but he’s like…in love with your left foot.”

“Oh, so it’s a ‘he’ then?” Trish teased.

“Uhh…”

‘Shoot!’ Eve thought.  ‘Two times I almost let it slip!’

“Of course it is.” Eve was quick on her feet and came up with the perfect reasoning. It even sounded cute. “It’s a Spanish thing.  Masculine and feminine.

“So you’re saying girl rings go on your fingers and boy rings go on your toes?

“EVE, LET ME GO! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!  I’M NOT A TOE RING, I’M A MAN! I DON’T DESERVE THIS! JUST LET ME GO AND WE CAN FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED! I WON’T TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHATEVER THIS WAS.

After rapidly tapping the volume down button on her phone, Eve gently grabbed the collar of Trish’s shirt and pulled her in for a light kiss. “I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

“And clearly if I had an Eve ring, I’d wear her in my lip.”

Eve chuckled, running her hands along Trish’s thigh and up her waist. “You’re so bad.”

Trish hummed softly as Eve kissed her neck.  “I’m only joking.  You know I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

The two continued kissing for a few more moments until Eve realized, in all the playful teasing and groping, she’d lost grip on little Andrew. The search for Andrew ended only a few moments after it started when Trish reached in between Eve’s thighs.  “Looks like it got swallowed up between these big ol’ things.” Trish joked.

“Yeah, yeah…maybe they’ll be swallowing something else up after our date tonight.”

“It’s just so beautiful.” Trish said, completely enamored with the ring.  “And look at the jewel there!  I thought I was imagining it when I saw it flicker blue for a moment earlier but now it's clear-as-day flickering like crazy!”

“I know, isn’t that great?” Eve added, leaning in closer to the ring. It was fun for her to have a visual indication that Andrew was trying to speak to the both of them and she could deny it simply by turning down the volume on her phone.  Or unplugging her headphones.  Or closing the app.

“It’s probably gonna look even better on you. Why don’t you try it on?” Eve said with a grin.

The flickering only became more intense as Trish brought Andrew down. ,

Andrew continued to shout for mercy and even though he felt as if he was crying buckets, he could see clear as day the titanic Nordic woman, oblivious to his existence between her thumb and forefinger as she propped her bare foot back up on the coffee table.  Trish anchored the soft skin of her heel against the wooden surface and those gigantic toes stood like pale towers, wiggling as if to anticipate which would get to enjoy Andrew’s hug.

He’d never tried harder to leave the confines of the ring than when Trish started sliding him onto the third toe on her left foot.  It was an exercise in futility of course.  He’d have no more luck simply willing himself out of this ring as he would try to will himself out of his own body.  It took a very complicated technology to pull that off…that and a lying, deceitful, beautiful latina princess.

“Now THAT’S foot flirting!” Eve giggled.  Trish wiggled the toes on her left foot.  “Is it just me or is the blue light almost a solid light now?”

“No, I think you’re right.” Eve said with a barely contained smirk.  “Maybe it’s a skin-contact thing.”

“Well, whatever it is, I love it.” Trish said, setting her left foot back down on the floor, bringing Andrew along to the floor with it.  He’d have to get used to this…her foot was going to bring him with it everywhere it went.  “Thanks so much, baby.”

“Anything for you, love.  ANYTHING.” Eve smiled, planting a sweet kiss on the tip of Trish’s nose.

When Trish rose to her feet, Eve watched her feet in fascination. Never had she paid so much attention to her lover’s toes than now, and she admired the way they flexed and splayed in order to account for the minor adjustments in the nimble and slender blonde’s center of balance.  And then she was off, her soles slapping against the hardwood floor as she walked to the kitchen for a drink.

Eve watched as Trish squatted down in front of the fridge to get a bottle of water, the toe ring decorating her left foot shimmering under the decorative light fixtures of the kitchen.

“Did I turn you into a footgirl all of the sudden?” Trish smirked, settling down onto the sofa next to Eve.

“I mean…if anyone could it would be you.” Eve laughed.

“Well if you keep looking, I’m gonna have to insist you start touching.” Trish teased, interlocking her legs with Eve’s and rubbing her bare foot along the Latina’s leggings.  As Trish twisted her foot, Eve could feel Andrew’s metallic body pressing against her calf muscle and oh, what a feeling that was! Eve reached for the neatly folded purple afghan blanket draped over the sofa and draped it over their twisted and intertwined, soft, warm bodies.

The afghan was opaque enough to bluntly remove Andrew from the center stage of the womens’ focus.  He was now in the background to their romantic and intimate desires but still a part of them.  When the first of many episodes of their favorite show booted up on their television, Eve closed down the app.  But even as she coiled her headphones and stuffed them into the tiny pocket of her leggings, she could still see the lump of Trish’s left foot under the afghan blanket.

How did she know it was the left foot?

From the faint blue light still flickering through the thin material of the afghan, of course.

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