As foreshadowed in an erotic dream, Seth is embarrassed to have grown so many feet, but really, it’s no problem at all.
Boy did he ever bring his feet! They were so beautiful! More and more of them spilled through the door, almost forcing it open as dozens of them slid through, multiple long Seth-legs sliding against each other as the door gave way, wave after wave of handsome, gentle Seth-feet spilling over each other as they tried to enter, held back only by dozens more of his beautiful feet that clumsily jammed up against each other as some of them caught on the doorjambs.
I found myself trying to gently un-jam several of them, only gradually realizing how awesome it felt to be handling so many new feet, new multiples of the most beautiful feet I had ever known, each one of them so long and sleek and beautiful to look at, but this time piled helplessly against each other. Others, suddenly freed when I gently got them past the doorjambs, spilled forward again, bouncing gently against my arms, shoulders and chest, a plethora of them, so warm and gentle, each one as sweet and beautiful as Seth himself.
It dawned on me, dazed as I was, that of course they would be sweet as Seth himself, because they really were Seth, just as much an extension of him as his original two feet, and just as beautiful, plus the intensity of there being so amazingly many of them now.
Truth be told, it was a little hard to process the visual reality of so many of these sleek, masculine, gentle Seth-feet now spilling into my place, many of them comfortably pressing against me as more and more of them figured out how to get past the doorjambs, and I was able to sort of slowly back myself into the room as more and more of this friendly, beautiful tide of sleek Seth-legs and Seth-feet poured themselves against me and began filling the room as they squeezed and slid against each other while passing through the doorway, then spread out as they poured into the room.
It was just like my dream. From outside the door, from beyond the warm, sliding, mountainous mass of awesomely handsome legs and feet still sliding and squeezing themselves through the doorway, I could hear Seth laughing, and he was definitely awash in feet, dozens upon dozens of them, all of them hopelessly beautiful.
“Is that you, Seth?” I joked, but half-seriously, worried that I might still be dreaming all this and a little scared that the dream seemed so real, if it was a dream.
As if in reply, dozens of the beautiful Seth-feet suddenly surrounded and gently squeezed me, legs upon legs extending themselves to warmly embrace me, delivering their beautiful feet to touch me and caress me, as still more Seth-legs spilled through the doorway.
I realized I was being gently carried along, enfolded in the handsome swell of dozens of long-muscled Seth-legs.
I had to kiss one of the handsome Seth-feet that had gently planted itself on my shoulder, so wonderful to kiss Seth this way, and I instinctively kissed all of its brother feet as well, those that I could reach with my lips, and my hands, buried among the plethora of warm Seth-legs and feet that cradled me, found feet and legs to squeeze affectionately, as they all squeezed me back, so gently and beautifully. I felt so warm and turned on, almost swooning from their beauty and multitude.It was definitely Seth.
“Yeah, it's me!” he laughed. I don't know why I was surprised, but I was. His voice came from on top of the pouring tide of legs still flooding into the room. I looked up from my feast of beautiful Seth-feet, and there he was, pulling himself through the doorway by grabbing the top of the doorjamb and ducking his head as he passed under it, his handsome torso riding almost centaur-like over the mountain of teeming, beautiful tide of his legs and feet.
And just like in my dream, I could tell he was embarrassed to have so many of them, but he was definitely loving that I was aroused by them. Just like in my dream, they were physically gentle, pressing on everything as he tried to come through the door, too many of them to fit through.
I didn't wait for him to get all of his mountain of legs and feet all the way into the room, and I was gently released by those that had embraced me, as they seemed to sense that I needed to kiss Seth himself now, which I did.
How I got to him so fast I don't know, but every one of his legs and feet anywhere near me seemed to create a warm, beautiful tide around me that delivered me right to his arms, and as we embraced, I felt the direction change again as we both were carried further into the room. I was lost in his kiss, yet I heard the door close behind him, gently pushed closed by the last dozen or so of his feet and legs that finally came inside.
It was amazing to feel so surrounded and caressed by Seth, even as I held him and he held me, my lips buried in his, both of us relaxed and comfortable as we lay together, splayed upon this comfortable, warm mountain of his beautiful legs, his beautiful feet, as they seemed to enjoy the feeling of being piled all over themselves, so intensely comfortable in their massive leg-to-leg contact, long muscle against long muscle, feet tumbled against feet.
When we finished kissing, I smiled and pulled a few of his nearby feet to my lips and kissed them, loving the way they lazily dangled from their ankles. I massaged them a little, one by one, and Seth smiled at the pleasure of it.
I took one of them by the ankle and smoothed my other hand along its handsome arch, and gave its heel a squeeze.
“How nice,” I smiled, holding the foot for Seth to see, as if I was showing him something he'd never seen before.
“And this one, and this one,” I smiled, displaying one foot after another for him.
He was liking this, and we were both getting turned on again.
“I like them,” I said, and he smiled. I could feel a gentle squeeze all over my body, as his long-muscled legs all around and over and under me did their sort of leg-hug against me, as dozens of his beautiful feet seen and unseen smoothed themselves affectionately against me.
“And you brought them unshod,” I smiled.
Suddenly he was furiously kissing me again, his lips buried in mine, his arms embracing me as his legs did likewise all around me, and the warm tang of come filled the air in the leg-filled room, as our penises pulsed against each other. I felt our hot come in jolts, jetting hotly between our pressed-together abdomens as we embraced each other, coming and coming.
I realized I felt hot semen all over me as well, as all of the penises between all of his legs came, and I realized that I was hearing spattering sounds throughout the room as random penises throughout the mountain of Seth-legs shot their come everywhere, soaking the mountain of aroused legs, glazing the beautiful Seth-feet.
“Ohhhhh,” Seth moaned, as soon as he could catch his breath. “I love it when you say that.”