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This was the last ever photo taken of me, at least the way I looked in the photo. You see I loved feet, socked feet, naked feet, feet with sneakers on. And I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, at least not for me so we have no idea how it happened. This was my boyfriend, technically he still is my boyfriend and I was enjoying caring for his socked feet. I think he needs to change them though, normally he's fairly clean, but this was the third day I had been enjoying these white socks. Maybe that was the reason it happened.

Moments after this picture was taken I felt very weird and funny, something was happening to. I looked at my boyfriend and he was horrified, something was happening to him too for a start he was suddenly naked completely naked.

He saw what was happening to me and asked me if I knew what was happening. I didn't so he told me. I was disappearing and blending with his body. After about five minutes I was completely gone. Then I felt myself changing again I felt like I was made if cloth and cotton. I was, I was still able to see hear and feel and communicate with my boyfriend. I had turned into his clothes. Split into many parts, underwear, socks, shorts and a t shirt.

Then he got a text on his phone from an unknown number. He read it out to me.

“Since you enjoy worshipping others, especially their feet, we have decided to allow you to live inside your boyfriends body and take care of him, it's a very special service. All he needs to do is think of what he wants to wear and you will become it. He will also no longer need to do mundane tasks such as trimming nails or getting his hair cut, you will maintain him. Oh and once a week every Sunday for 48 hours you'll get to be him and he will look after you, as him, in exactly the same way.

Fuck he said, FFFFUUIUICCCCKKKKKK I said.

At first I was pissed but now I'm used to it, I love it

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