(Didn't know how to continue this one, but I tried my best.)
...several guys who he recognized. All of them were members of the football team and all of them were looking at him.
Randy groaned as he realized that Sarah was pointing at him and winking. He tried to think of something to say that would convince them that Sarah was dangerious...but he knew that she could just wish his mouth away or whatever she wanted. Instead he tried to walk as carefully as possible in his huge, hard plastic pumps and move past them.
Mike Grollman (the big defensive line he'd always had trouble with) moved to block his way, saying "Hey there, hotstuff. What's your hurry? You got some time to spend with us, don't you?"
"Hotstuff?" he thought with growing alarm. Then he realized that all of them were looking at him in the same way. The way a guy looks at a girl he wants.
"I hope you don't mind, Bootsie..." Sarah said with a giggle "...But I took the liberty of making the rest of your friends REALY intense foot fetishists."
"But...I didn't make them gay or anything..."
Randy looked down and saw that his body (now hairless) was encased in clothes that fit the image of his bizarre boots. A bright, white latex mini-dress encased him from chest to just below his ass. His fingers were nolonger all jointless index fingers...but that wasn't an improvement as they now had 5 inch long, pink nails that curved dramaticly. His waist was cinched with a tight, pink plastic best with a white buckle and his boots now had white plastic laces.
When his body began to tingle...he started to run.
Or tried to. The team caught up to him as he shuffled down the hall, feeling for all the world like Elton John in his 'Pinball Wizard' shoes. They caught him, and began to help him to the bedroom.
He struggled as his once powerful body shrank and became weak and girlish. So they would match his new feet, his body was retailored to be as foolishly exagerated as needed.
Breasts the size and firmness of Beachballs rode proudly upon his chest with little sag. The belt at his waist sinched itself down to a miniscule 10 inches and his hipps, breasts and ass swelled to match his upper body. As the first of them removed his boots and brgan to suck of his/her toes, Randy ("Bootsie"?) cried out on a high, squeeky voice that sounded like the cried of a cartoon mouse. It fit, as his features had become just as impossible as his body. Huge, expressive eyes with three inch lashes and a tiny vose made him look like a living Manga character, but the overly generous mouth with it's thick, red lips were more western in design.
Both his/her feet were being sucked-upon now, and Bootsie couldn't help but moan and bite her lower lip. Bootsies feet were now even more sensitive than her vagina.
Her eyes went wide as the first of them entered her there. A piercing cry - like a squeeker in a squeeze toy - erupted from her, and two more went to her huge, improbable breasts. There they suckled and nibbled at her nipples.
Still, now four of them were working at her feet. They ran their tongues up and down her arches and suckled her painted toes untill she came with a great gushing fountain of fluid. Her mind began to clear just long enough to think "...No...don't want....can't be..." before one of them flipped her over...and entered her backside.
Breasts hanging and wobbling, ass bucking and bouncing, feet wiggling and kicking as her new boyfriends took her in one way or another over and over again. Soon Randy stopped even trying to think anything other than "Bootsie" thoughts.
Bootsie was a freaky girl who counted almost half the football team as her steady boyfriends and made her money from a pay internet site. There she'd post images of her feet in bizarre shoes that people sent her and maintain a webcam as she painted her toenails.
Soon the party was joined by Bootsie and her boyfriends. Bootsie'd changed her clothes and now wore a foolish looking "Carman Miranda" outfit that included a bowl of fruit on her head and a pair of bright red plastic sandals that showed off her painted toes. The fact that they were based on a six inch platform and had a six inch heel only made her boys more eager to show her off.
But inside, Randy was turning purplr with shame. He felt humiliated and embarrassed when Sarah stopped the group and said "My, don't we look cute today, Bootsie?"
Randy wanted to saw "Fuck you, bitch!" but instead gushed "Gee, thanks Sarah!" in her new voice. Randy hoped this was only temporary. He hoped that soon Sarah would return him to normal or atleast let him be a normal woman instead of this strange creature.
But at the touch or her 'boyfriends' these thoughts were melting. They were so nice...and so good to her...
Meanwhile, Sarah was looking around for other 'Toys' to play with...
