Riley Gendreau
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Object transformation: Sweaty socks
🕑 Added 2023-07-05 03:21:48 +0000 UTCIf I could go back in time, I’d definitely admit I was in the wrong and throw my damned socks into the bin when I took them off. Hell, I'd do anything right now not to be these disgusting sweat filled socks.
It all started nearly a month ago, I had just gotten home one day after a long shift at work. I took off my shoes and hopped onto the couch. I laid back to relax a little bit, then I used each of my feet to remove the sock off the other foot.
At the time, I didn’t really care where they ended up. I just tossed them up and out of sight. Then after resting for a bit I got up and went to take a shower. As I was showing my girlfriend had arrived home and called out to me.
I told her I’d be out in a minute and for her to get comfortable on the couch and I’d join her to watch a movie. After a few minutes I heard her scream from the living room, so I ran out to see what happened.
When I ran into the living room, my socks were on the floor and she was red with anger. I asked her what happened and she started yelling at me. Apparently my dirty socks landed on top of the couch, and when she sat down they fell on her face.
She picked them up and threw them at me, saying she was sick and tired of telling me to put my dirty socks into a laundry basket. I told her I didn’t see what the big deal was, they’re just socks, it’s not like it’ll kill her.
She looked appalled saying that I was gross, and inconsiderate. She said she couldn’t understand why I didn’t realize how childish I was being. She ran out of the house saying she was going to find a way to teach me a lesson.
I let her go off, hoping she'd come back with a level head. To my surprise when she came back hours later she was in a much better mood. She hugged me and kissed me, acting surprisingly nice.
She convinced me to come to the bedroom, as she had a surprise for me. I thought we had some very intimate time coming our way, and well I suppose in a way, that’s exactly what happened.
Once in the bedroom she handed me a piece of paper, saying she got it from her physic. She claimed it was a mood relaxer, and the psychic said it would also turn any woman on instantly and she wanted to try it.
Now I never believed in psychics , and I never paid it any mind when she talked about seeing hers, but even if it was a joke, I figured I’d humor her. I read the paper out loud, even though I didn’t understand what was written on it.
After I finished I looked at her, I wasn’t actually expecting anything, but she did seem really happy. I leaned over to try and initiate some love making, but she shouted at me not to move suddenly.
I asked her why and she told me to look down. I did, and to my horror I was transparent like I was disappearing. I looked back at her and asked what was happening, and she simply said she was teaching me a lesson.
Then she pulled out a pair of her socks from her dresser and threw them at me. After that everything went dark, until I heard her talking to me. Suddenly I was able to see again, and I was looking up at her from below.
I tried to get up, but I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I then tried to talk to my girlfriend who was just weirdly sitting above me, but I couldn’t do that either. My girlfriend reached her hand down and seemingly picked me up.
She then laughed as she said I was probably wondering what was going on right now. She laughed and told me she had tricked me into using a spell that allows people to turn into an object they touch.
She told me I was going to spend some time as her favorite pair of socks. She then slipped me onto her feet. Her feet going inside felt strangely full, almost like eating too much food and having a stomach ache, but kinda in a plausible way.
Of course that feeling was quickly overwhelmed by her dirty feet, I guess she didn’t wash them before putting me on, likely to teach me a lesson quicker. So I could both taste and smell her dirty feet.
She wore me for the rest of the day, and then tossed me onto the floor. I sat there all night, and since I didn’t have a body, I had no reason to sleep. So I sat there bored and taking up all the sweat she already left me with.
When she woke up the next morning she picked me up and said good morning to me. Then slipped me on before going out for a jog. I was quickly filled up with her sweat and she laughed at me after her run.
I was hoping this was the end of it and she'd turn me back, but it seemed she had no desire to do so yet. A week passes by, each day she’d wake up, put me on and take a run. Then she'd go about her daily routine.
The worst part of it all, she didn’t wash me at all. She didn’t even bother to dry me out, I don’t know how she can spend so much time in wet stinky socks. She must be really committed to teaching me a lesson.
Another week passed, and this routine continued. This time though, it rained out during the week and she accidentally stepped into a puddle and got my left side covered in some suspicious dirt.
It was gross, but I was hopeful it would mean she would either change me back or clean me, but no, this girl was stubborn and continued the routine for another week. This was the week she got really sinister with her punishments.
On monday, she stuck both feet, including me, as her socks into the toilet bowl. Which was far from clean, she was always complaining I didnt clean it, so I guess she decided to add this to my lists of lessons.
She definitely made it worse though, as she definitely used it before sticking me in. On Tuesday, she brought me to her parents house, and when they weren't looking, she took a nice big step into the catbox for their kitten.
I don’t know why, we don’t have a cat, so I’m pretty sure she’s just enjoying this now. Wednesday, she crushed down the trash in our trash bin barefoot, and she made sure to wiggle her toes around and grip the bags until they ripped.
She made sure to really dig her heels into the trash once the bag ripped. Thursday, she actually took a break from tormenting me, but not from wearing me. Then there was Friday, so far she hasn’t done anything special, but I suspect something very bad is coming.
That's when there was a knock at the door. She happily went to answer it and invited the man inside. She led him to the couch and said this was a good spot, then the man unbuttoned his pants and removed them.
I had no idea what was going on, was she suddenly cheating on me? Or was this merely another one of her punishments. She started talking to the guy, telling him how dirty her socks were, and all the things she did in them, including wearing them for a month straight.
The guy seemed really into it, stroking his dick more and more as she talked, then she asked him if he would like to lick and play with them. I was horrified when the creep said yes, then he leaned over her feet and started licking all over.
I felt his tongue all over me, he licked every spot, including the nasty bottoms. He even soaked the sweat from certain areas. After a while she told him it was time for his reward for being such a good foot servant.
He then sat back on the couch and exposed his very hard dick. My girlfriend then scooted closer and took her feet and wrapped it around his dick. She began jerking him off using her feet, and again with me as her socks.
It didn’t take long for the man to blow his load all over himself, and my girlfriend insisted she wipe it all up with her socks, and she didn’t miss a spot that was for sure. After that the man left and she removed me from her feet.
She held me up to her eye level, making sure I was a bit away so she didn’t have to smell me. She asked if I enjoyed the month, saying she sure enjoyed teaching me a lesson. She told me it was time for the fun to be over and tossed me into the laundry basket.
She smiled as she looked down, saying her feet really needed a break. I guess they were getting gross wearing wet socks all the time. So she left me to go and take a shower. I was expecting her to finally turn me back, but still nothing.
A few days later she did laundry, then folded me and put me away in her sock draw. After that Day after day passed as she grabbed the pairs above me, until it was my turn again. This time when she put me on, she didn’t even acknowledge me.
I noticed she had missing posters of me on the table as we left that morning, and now I realize she has no intention of returning me to normal. I have no idea why, I mean if she’s not even going to torment me what does she get out of it?
I mean the only benefit to my disappearance would be my…. My life insurance, she’d get a lot of money from my life insurance plan if anything happens to me other than her killing me. That evil little bitch, I’m starting to think this was never about teaching me a lesson….
Comments
last_of_workers
I have two options (both taken from my past experience of reading inanimate signatures) maybe she confused it with a pair of regular socks. it is possible that the wash made the changes permanent, well, there is still an option that she liked torturing him, but this is somehow doubtful
last_of_workers
I have mixed feelings about this... on the one hand, the foot fetish is not my thing... on the other hand, it's inanimate, it's mine, I'm still... you have different stories better than most, in general, in fact, I like it, although it causes some subconscious doubts
12Animefan21
What a powerful lesson. But why doesn't she turn him back. Is she really after the money or did she forget him after the washings? In any case, a great story.
