The App #Mike - "You can never remove your socks AGAIN"

This request came from Anonymous:

“I wish I was a super hairy Arab man with huge feet and lots of wool socks. You can call me mike lol”

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The App #Mike

Not many details, but that’s not a bad thing. You smile to yourself, your sure this was what you wanted after all. The app had appeared on your way home from work but you knew straight away what iot was. You’d seen the rumors online about it and now here you were, on your sofa, staring at the infamous red screen with your own eyes. The only writing it showed now was your name and your age. Just like you’d heard, nothing you did would close the app or shut off your phone. You sat trying to breath deeply, your heart racing “This is really going to happen…” Gulping, throat dry you looked down and wiggled your toes. “Warm today…” you mutter as your toes feel slick inside the black socks. As your watching however, almost hypnoticly rubbing one toe against the other, you notice the sock itself. “Is….that….” Your eyes widen.

“Wool?! It’s wool!” You feel them up and down, the thickness seeming to grow by the second. Soon they developed a grey tone and the soft fibers had become as thick as a woolen hat, maybe even thicker. You couldn’t see them but your feet too were starting to push against the fabric. “That’s-kind’a tight” you reach down, tugging at your left. Nothing. You tug the right one, but it doesn’t move an inch either. While you look down at feet, now visibly growing longer, wider, thicker, you noticed the second change. From the top of the sock, black hairs, thick as the wool and just a curly started to tuft out. “Oh fuck its starting!” You leap up to stand, stripping off your clothes down your boxers, your phone laying on the sofa where you had been sat. You want to see this with your own eyes.

Just as you settle, you felt it. A rush of itching and heat from your feet. You look down, half terrified by the sensation. What you see is tanned skin, like a wave it spread upwards, behind it by a few inches thick black dots appeared and behind that just black hairs, barely any skin could be seen. It also glistened, maybe with sweat but you could see it was definitely Arab hair. Jet black, thick, wiry, hard to control, just what you wanted. As the hair crawls up your stomach you feel a new change. Your gut fills out, but not with fat, it didn’t move or wobble, it was solid, heavy, firm! Your reach out with both hands to grab it, like your carrying a keg you can never drop. The hair comes next, you feel your fingers being forested, then yours hands. The ball of gut now just a furry stone orb. “BURRRRRRRP!” You belch louder than ever as the changes reach your chest. You hair spreads, your pits become long, then shaggy, then downright freakish as the fur blends into your chest, around your back, you start to look in horror as it becomes a giant matted coat.

Your beard is next, your lift your head just in time as your face contorts. Changing race might have been more difficult that you thought. You nose shifts, eyes pushing apart. “arrrfgggggg-HHUUUUAAH” Your voice breaks, dropping so deep you sound like you’ve lost brain cells. “WOT HUPPENIN” His voice, it had an accent, it was thick, heavy. “W-WHY TALK HURD” Then his head filled in the gaps. English wasn’t your first language anymore. The room around was last to change as you saw your poster of American movies and cars vanish. Replaced by huge arab wrestlers and long landscape pictures of deserts. Your bed grows wider, the sheets turn to thin silk, with all your hair you’d never need them anyway. Your feet ache now, you lower yourself onto your sofa. “GUT OFF FEET!” You bellow, grabbing at the socks again, but the your notice the smell. It was strong, like you’d been in a gym or maybe even worse. You pull a foot up as much as your gut will allow. “OH WUW DATS STRONG, BUT-“ You start to worry, thinking maybe other people wont take it so well. You pull again as the thick woolen socks, they wet now with sweat, all of you is. It dripps down your back and whenever you try to scratch the spot you just find hair, managing to rub the sweat into it, making it worse. “SO SWEAUTY” Your hand looses itself into the fold under your solid gut. It was hot, furry, your dick was so hard and you couldn’t even find it now. Both hands you try but fur and the ball of a gut, maybe you can’t reach now? You go for the socks again, but now when you tug, it hurts. Like pulling at the hairs. “N-NO FUKIN WAY” You bellow as you finally see why. Black hairs, yours, were growing through the wool. It was fusing into it. It was so hot now, your body was wrapped in a blanket forever. The heat and stink was listing off of you like a haze. You swear, but not in English. Rolling forward to try and stand you only just manage it. Somehow pulling a natural squat your brain fills with images of weight training, wight lifting, the guttural moans back in your homeland as your threw them around. You’d always been the largest of your many brothers. Youd be going home soon, you had competitions to run. You expect the plane will have complaints again about the smell. You remember the many times you’ve been on coaches, trains or even some cab drivers that have kicked you out to walk because of your smell. You can never remove your socks, forever sweaty and unwashable. Your whole body will be like that after a day or two, but this IS what you wanted after all.