The Big Toe Novels & Stories

As she danced away from the offending piece of furniture, she stubbed her big toe on the sofa leg. “Ow! Damn!” Tears of pain filled her eyes. She sat down heavily in a taupe over-stuffed chair, grabbing her smarting toe with both hands. Jessica sucked deep breaths through her teeth until the sharp pain faded to dull. Why did big toes have so many frickin’ pain receptors anyway?

Without thinking, I took her hand and led her to the patio chair, then told her to sit down. She looked confused, but complied. I knelt in front of her, took off her sneakers and socks, and was shocked to see her big toe was red and swollen. There was a pinpoint-sized wound on the base of her big toe, which felt hard when I pressed it, and Ashley winced. I immediately took Ashley to the hospital, ignoring her objections. Upon arrival, I immediately performed minor surgery on her big toe. I removed a thin, but fibrous, sharp thorn from Ashley's big toe, which I had split open slightly.

We also grow more than two feet in height and tower over even the tallest humans. Our biggest problem is boots. Up until this point no one's engineered footwear that allows toes with three-inch claws to expand through them. Boots, even in our human size, are not easy to come by and many of our warriors forgo wearing them entirely. The boots I had on when I exited the car are long gone and it may be awhile before I come across another pair that fits.

I removed the shoe and saw a small bruise on my big toe that looked angry enough to spread that massive pain through my body. "Fuck! When I finally get my hands on that petty Flamingo, he will have panic attacks whenever he comes in contact with pink."I took the opportunity to take a rest while my hurting toe calmed down. I removed the remaining ointment Eria packed for me and applied a little on it before wearing the shoe back.

Was he going to have to hold her up for the whole show? She turned once again to continue her journey to the pole and tripped over her own feet. He quickly reached out and caught her again. As she scrambled to stay on her feet, one of her boots landed heavily on his right big toe because he was wearing a pair of sandals.

I sigh, eyes shut. Body on the edge, with hard bumps. His toe slips inside my wetness with a soft melodious sound as it deepens into my body. “Oh, fuck my wet pussy with your sexy toe, master…” I hum, drinking in all the pleasure. My hands find my breasts and I massage, too aroused to be still. “Your pussy is big, Nora.” He teases as his other big toe finds my pussy lips. “See how it takes my toes.” He mocks when both big toes slip in.

“Well, yeah, but you know what I mean.” My fingers tightened around my journal. “No offence.” Tracy quickly said, as if trying to save herself. “It’s just that, what if she draws attention to herself by tripping on her feet or something?” By tripping on her feet. Because to Tracy, I was too fat to see my own feet. I shut my eyes briefly. ‘Don’t cry, Sydney. You’re not even supposed to be listening.’ Then Brooklyn sighed, the sound faint through the wall. “She’ll probably stay in her room.” She said, “She always does.”

He crashed into the shoe cabinet behind him. "Some penniless nobody like you dares step foot in Mr. Carlson's mansion? Look at how poor you are. Do you think you're worthy of being his father-in-law?" Jennifer sneered, her voice full of contempt. My father-in-law groaned in pain, the color draining from his face. I rushed to his side and frantically called out to the household staff for help.

Nodding my head as yes , I followed her to the infirmary and the nurse started to treat my woulds, "By the way, don't do that again" Tylor said out of nowhere , "Do what?" Unable to understand her , I asked in confusion, "Don't ever speak to Xavier in that tone , you're quite lucky he has boxing practice today or else I don't know, what would that guy do to you" She said as the fear was clearly visible in her eyes , just who is this Xavier anyway? "Why? What do you mean?" " 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him"

Now feeling wide awake, he slipped out of bed silently and tip-toed out of the room. He wasn’t hungry, actually he was feeling quite nauseous. He went to the fridge and began drinking an exorbitant amount of pepto-bismol. This didn’t seem to help, as the next thing he did was filled the kitchen sink with his expelled stomach contents. Now feeling wide awake and completely drained, all he wanted to do was think of ways out of this problem.