I DON'T LIKE FEET, Sock Inanimate Tf

“PLEASE GOD, LET ME GO. THERE WAS A MISTAKE I DON’T WANT TO TASTE YOUR FEET ANYMORE.” Myra’s internal monologue begged. Unable to be heard by the lady wearing her.

After the explosion of Tf powders, many online forums and apps would pop up for the porpoise of hooking up people with different fancies to Transformations. With a visit to one transformation hookup app setting the stage for Myra’s current predicament. Wrapped around the feet of a ditzy girl who plans to keep her like this for hours. Maybe even days if she felt like it.

Myra was into transformations, inanimate, absorption, even anthro and Tg on special occasions. But not feet, so she never went looking for Sock to Shoe tf’s.

After getting her account signed up for, she eventually found Poppy, a fellow inanimate tf enjoyer. A day of chatting and planning lead Myra to head to Poppy’s house one late Saturday evening. Driving across the city, not knowing of the mistake she made while she was setting up the app.

The app included tags on peoples profiles so that they can specify what transformations they prefer. Myra selected Inanimate & absorption as her tags, but failed to realize that there were further tags to specify what types of inanimate or absorption. not reading into Poppy’s tags to closely outside of the ones that matched hers. Which made the perfect storm of missing information for what was about to unfold for Mrya.

Myra was welcomed into poppy’s apartment. A few minutes of flirtatious chatting between the two ladies was cut off when Poppy sprang Myra with the Tf powder. Morphing the women down to a small pair of pale yellow socks. Resting nicely on the chair she was just sitting on.

“Awww, look how you turned out!! Such a nice color, I can’t wait to ruin you!” Poppy quickly scooped up Myra off the chair, holding her how duel oblong form in front of a mirror. Proudly showing off what she had done.

Myra was at first vehemently disoriented. Not only was she not expecting poppy to spring a transformation upon her so soon, but she was not used to her split form. Looking in horror as she collected herself, seeing the simple socks she had now become.

“Wait… socks? I thought we agreed on panties?!? POPPY!!?” The socks tried to yelp out, to no avail. She was silenced, unable to clear up the situation.

“Hope you’re thirsty, Cause I’ve been working up a sweat and you’re some much needed relief.” The words rang out of Poppy’s mouth to the abject horror of Myra. Finding neither arousal nor desire in her words.

Poppy slid Myra onto her sweaty feet, a normal action of a woman putting on some clothes from an outsiders perspective. Arousing from the woman’s point of view, horrific from the socks.

Myra could do little as she slid over each foot. Feeling as though both feet were stuffed directly into her mouth. Forcing her to savor and taste every drop of sweat that poppy had. The apparent smell and taste of foot gunk dominating Myra’s senses.

“Mmmm, you fit so nicely down there Mymy.“ poppy plopped herself down on her bed. Pulling out her phone she reached a hand towards her crotch. Wiggling her toes to etch her stench into Myra’s very soul, overjoyed in arousal at the feeling Myra was providing her.

Myra was having the most revolting of times, she saw up at Poppy’s hand, which rubbed against her white panties.

“NO NO, THAT SHOULD BE ME! I SHOULD BE YOUR UNDERWEAR NOT YOUR SOCKS YOU IDIOT.”

Poppy’s pleasuring continued into the night. Eventually ending with her fast asleep, Myra still stuck around her feet. Hoping that come the morning Poppy would remember her and turn her back in the morning. with the dreadful knowledge that the two had discussed keeping each other as objects for up to a few days…