Friends are good for the Sole

Link to the pic & Da story: https://www.deviantart.com/yeansman/art/Friends-Are-Good-For-The-Sole-Foot-Tf-1174625206

Damp darkness slowly fills in your world as you wake up from what was a pleasant slumber. Immediately you could tell that you had been transformed, all your senses which anchored you to normality now flipped and distorted.

Your vision was obstructed by a white cloth, something you recognized to be that of a sock pretty quickly. Which your sense of touch cooperated as a thin blanket of cloth ensconced your new form.

The smell and taste of feet were apparent and undeniable as they remained ever present in said senses. The only silver lining for the moment being the foot’s relative cleanliness.

Still, your returning sense of sound managed to be the most surprising out of all of these system shocks. After a minute of muted noises, eventually you would hear the familiar voice of your good friend Sophie.

“Finally awake, are you sunshine? How are you feeling? I can sense you down there!” Her voice calmly reaches your nonexistent ears. It was strangely soothing for how off of a situation you were in at this moment. You also realized that you lacked the ability to reply back to her in this form.

“Mmmm, I know you can’t talk but I can feel what you do down there. I think you’ve figured it out, but you’re my feet!! I know I know, it’s a big change but it’s okay. You’re with me and you’re safe! I won’t let anything hurt you I promise!” As she confirmed the reality you had suspected around you, the darkness of the socks that had encompassed your bodies were flung off. Unearthing the larger world above you.

Around you was Sophie’s living room, now large and imposing as everything towered above you. Though the room's intimidation in scale paled in comparison to Sophie herself, now always looming directly above you as you remain connected to her at the ankle. Your “eyes” met hers, a large smiling face looking down at you. She was clearly over the moon at what she had done to you.

Sophie began to feel the new wave of emotions that swept you as she unveiled the world of feet she had forced you into. Quickly she moved to sit criss cross on the floor as she brought one of you up to her face, her incredible flexibility making her easily face your Sole.

“Shhhh, it’s okay it’s okay. I’m here, I know it’s a lot to take in but you are mine and you are safe. You won’t have to fear or worry ever again I promise.” She said before leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss directly onto your body. Holding it there for several seconds as you felt every wrinkle of her lips leave their mark onto your new body.

After the first kiss was broken you assumed she would let you back down to the floor, yet after the first came another long nurturing kiss, then another, and another. Each one sensual, deliberate, and clear in reinforcing the idea that you were her foot now. This is all that you are going to be, every drop of saliva hammering you with this message over and over.

That was all a week ago… or maybe a few days? Months? It’s all a blur, hours spent in damp socks muffles your sense of time. It’s hard to keep track from down under.

In the unknown volume of time you’ve spent as Sophie’s feet you’ve gotten to experience the whole nine yards, tons go nail polish had adorned your figure, many different toe rings fitted onto the ends of your body, you have felt every step and sprint your owner has taken in great detail, and the gradual accumulation of filth that feet always have has been right there for you to taste and smell.

Sophie still talks to you, whenever she has a moment alone she lets any and all wondering thought float its way out of her mouth and down into your “ears.” Any and everything she had to say you could only sit there and listen, never able to respond or communicate to her outside of whatever emotions she can feel from you.

Right now she’s about ready for some yoga, walking around her backyard barefoot. And as she’s done many times to you by now, she planted a gentle sensual kiss onto your sole. Every time it floods you with an overwhelming sense of calm and comfort. Every kiss priming you to yearn for the next one.

You still don’t know exactly why Sophie did this to you, every so often in your one sided chats she’ll talk about keeping you safe and close as her feet. She was always clingy, but until you awoke to this fate, you never realized just how true of a statement that was.