Detrimental Sole Addiction

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My beautiful, incredible, gorgeous souls. They are fascinating and enchanting. You can't help but stare.

All the small, fine details of my feet are incredibly eye-catching. You find yourself quickly obsessing over each wrinkle, each curve, every subtle little toe wiggle. It's easy to get lost staring at my souls.

It is as if they are enchanted, as if there is a spell having some magical effect on you. You may find yourself slowly, ever so slightly, becoming more and more fixated on them. Each fine detail is a little more vivid, my voice a little bit more arousing.

The effects they have are subtle at first. You are staring and looking, loving what you see, and everything else around you melts away. You forget where you are, what you were doing before you got sucked in.

They may look so beautiful, but they have a detrimental effect to your intelligence. It's gentle at first, but the more you stare, the longer you stare, the more you obsess. You may start to feel strange.

Don't be alarmed. Even if something in the back of your mind is telling you to stop, telling you to look away, telling you that it's dangerous. But my feet are too perfect, they're too beautiful.

You don't want to look away, even if they are dangerous for your mind. Each wiggle of my toe may seem so subtle, so sweet, but it has a profound effect on your intelligence. It's dangerous how quickly you can become addicted to my souls.

And as any drug, there are side effects. You know if you keep staring, if you keep watching, obsessing, fixating, you know that it will take hold on you. You may find your mouth dropping open, losing your inhibitions.

You know you shouldn't, you know you should look away, but you can't help yourself. It's as if it's some sort of morbid fascination with the idea of losing your intelligence, losing your capabilities. It may start slow, just a tickle in your brain, a drip of drool on the corner of your mouth.

You may wake up tomorrow preparing for your day and forgetting to do the most simplest things. Did you forget how to tie your tie? Did you forget how to button your shirt? No, it's not that you didn't rest well.

It's the fact that you were watching this. It was you spending your time obsessing over my souls, their powerful effect, infiltrating your mind, burrowing deep into your brain, sucking the life out of you, sucking your intelligence away. You can feel it now.

Every little movement of my feet, you can feel brain cells dying. You can feel yourself becoming dumber and dumber. Your growing obsession with my souls is hazardous for your life.

If you were to become stupid beyond repair, you wouldn't be able to hold down a job. You wouldn't be able to function. You would just be a drooling idiot whose mind was obliterated by a perfect pair of souls.

So perhaps you should stop now before it is too late. If you return to normalcy now, you would still have a chance, but constant use will start to destroy you. But my souls are too perfect.

You can't look away. You don't want to stop staring. You want to obsess over my feet.

Part of you wants to be a brain-dead idiot for my souls, and you may end up getting what you want. Even after you return to normalcy, you are still altered. There's no changing it.

You have gotten the first taste. You want more and more, even if the damage on your intelligence is irreversible. There's no going back.

There's no escape. You've already started, and your addiction has just begun.