Wash and Worn
by
Jason Reed
Part 1
I hate my job. I love my life though and would not trade it for
anything in the world. My name is Brian Reeves and my wife, Angelica, much like
myself is very well off. I was a successful Dentist and my wife was a
successful book writer. She would spend days just writing away. Hours at a
time she would sit in her chair and just write. One day I walked to writing
spot to speak with her on family concern. " Angelica ", I said. "
We need to talk about our relationship. I need you to take your mind off these
stories of love and suduction for a moment and focus more one whats going on
here. We have been married for three years, no children and for some reason I
still have not experienced the sexual side of life with you. It is perfectly
obvious that our relationship is good but its more like buisness from what I am
looking at. I want more and I want more now!!! " Having said this she stopped
typing and looked dead at me. I hated when she looked at me like she did. A
concerned look. Like she cared but still like this did not bother her. " Baby,
I am sorry." she said. " I am just not ready. There is a real reason as to why
and honestly its just because I am scared of motherhood. I love you with all of
my heart and this is something that I want aswell but not right now. I dont
understand what the problem is though since it was decided that we would wait a
while anyway due to the fact of my fear. You told me you accepted that and I
think that with what your saying you feel it is time."
I begin to wonder if I may have pissed her off. She did say
something to me though that had me shocked and she said it without even thinking
about it. " Ohh baby...I will see you tonight." After she said this she got up
and then it was off to work with her. She kissed me and then left. I only
thought one thing and it was...." Yes ". I am finally going to get mine as some
people would say. I was off that day. I ran to get things like flowers, candy,
I even got some flicks just incase I needed something to get up if you know what
I mean. Give me a break I have not had any in a while. I think that I may have
even forgotten how!! Later on that day, I layed in the bed naked. Angelica
finally arrived home. I then heard words come out of her mouth that sounded
pleasent. " I am ready ". I thought that it was a little off. I felt maybe
she should at least shower first. I payed it no mind though. I was ready
aswell. I then saw her come in finally undressed but not all the way. She
still had on her panties and pantyhose. She stopped at the door and turned down
the light. She then started to take off the rest. I was going crazy. I got
hard and I could not stand to wait any longer. I started to get and get out of
the bed and just grab her. She was so sexy. Tall, blond, a wonderful smile in
which I could not see but I knew was there and of course her lips were just
precious. " No baby...you just stay right there under the sheets.", she said.
She then continued on with words. " Baby...here I come. Just due me a favor
and get in the middle of the sheets so that we can be perfectly centered." I
did not know why and what all this preparing was about. These are white sheets
and what difference did it make where I sat. Well, I just went on and did it.
I sat in the middle of the bed on the white sheets. She then started for the
bed and at that she came in at a face pace. She hopped on the bed and grabbed
my waist and started kissing me. I did not even get near her pussy yet. She
started forcing herself on to me in which I ended up on my back. " Ohh baby
please just eat me out first.", she said. I then went on with this in which we
ended up in the 69 position. For some reason I was'nt getting sucked but I
did'nt care for the moment. I did not like the smell of her pussy though. It
smelled awful. I was making her comfortable though and hey I guess that was all
that mattered....for I knew what was coming anyway. She then sat further down
on me where I had her weight on my face. I became a ass stool of sorts. I was
beginning to enjoy this but I was ready to go none the less. She then eased
up. All of a sudden I heard very loudly..." I am gonna cum ", Angelica
said. She then eased off my face when all of a sudden I was yet still in
darkness due to no light in the room. I could then see something that did not
make any sense at all. All my wifes movements stopped for a hot second. I
begin to wonder why.
Only seconds went by and I begin to feel movements again but it was
not like before when my wife and I was playing. It felt more like a boat ride
of sorts. I then heard a loud distinctive thumping sound with each movement.
I wanted to sit up but I did not feel my arms. My nose begin to itch though and
it was then I realized that...maybe...my arms were no longer with me.
Not knowing what was going on all movement stopped. At that time I heard my
wifes voice which now sounded loader than before. She was singing! She sounded
quite comfortable. However, my question was still about whats going on.
Suddenly the brightest light had came on. I was still on my back and my new
outlook was one of fright. Ohh nooo....those sheets that I layed in...ended up
as me...but...I was looking at two things. A massive pussy and my wifes face.
I did not understand. Minutes ago my wife and I was making love but what the
hell is this now? What is this that I am in. I tried to speak but I could
not. I did not see any of my legs, or arms for that matter.
It looked as if my wife was in the bathroom getting ready for
work. She was putting on lipstick and just being down right assertive with no
regards that I was below in something or some sort of shape. Finally after she
was done with her face, she looked down at me. " WELL, YOU WANTED IT BABY...YOU
GOT IT. I JUST LOVE THESE NEW PANTYHOSE. OHH, WELL, I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TELL
YOU WHAT YOU ARE. I THINK THAT IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY YOU CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE
PERFECTLY CENTERED....WHATS THAT...OH YEAH YOUR RIGHT YOU CANT TALK. WHY WOULD
YOU BE ABLE TO YOUR NOTHING BUT PANTYHOSE. YOUR NOW MY FAVORITE PAIR. YEP...MY
NICE WHITE PANTYHOSE. WELL, YOU HAVE FUN IN MY PUSSY. I DONT WEAR PANTIES WITH
PANTYHOSE LIKE YOU......THATS WHAT YOUR FOR. " When she said this I could only
cry. She then begin to pull the pantyhose up on her. Ohh no! I am nothing
more than just the crotch area of my wifes new white pantyhose. There must have
been something about those sheets. Having thought about that...my wife just got
finished dressing. I was deep in her pussy. Then with in seconds I felt as if
though someone was pouring hot cream on me or something. Oh no...she finally
came...she was'nt lying. It tasted awful. All I could smell was a mixture of
urine and fish...rotten fish at that!!
The day went on. I was at the mercy of my wife. She would
cross then uncross her legs purposly so that I could suffer. This would not let
up. She climaxed off and on all day long. I could hear numerous conversations
and then again smart ass remarks coming out of my wifes mouth to others which at
the same time the remarks came out how ironic....she came on me aswell...at the
same time! How humiliating. The smell was horrible. As the evening came to a
close my wife had gone somewhere in the building. All of a sudden the hose was
lowerd and I was relieved to finally get some fresh air. Then I saw nothing but
yellow liquid coming out of my wife down into the toliet. She sprinkled little
bits on me at the time in which it landed in my eyes then mouth. I began to cry
in pain but I could not cry out loud. I wanted to turn my head but I really had
no neck. Then, she started to wipe herself. She had a sheet of toilet paper
and then she stopped all of a sudden. " OH...I DONT NEED THAT HOW SILLY OF
ME ", she said. She then quickly pulled her pantyhose back up. I wanted to
scream but it was useless. I was then back in her pussy with nothing but
womanhood with now fresh urine. How horrible. I heard the toliet flush. She
paid me no mind. She then washed her hands and went on out. I could not see
anything but darkness but I could smell and at the only thing I could smell was
fish and urine. Later, obviously she was home from what I sensed anyway. She
then started sliding her pantyhose off. She took a look at me and smiled. She
said nothing. Next thing I realized I looked up and saw the ceiling. It felt
like I was flying. Then all movent stopped. I landed obviously in a hamper. I
was face to face with something that was completly disgusting. I saw nothing
but a pair of panties in which they contained a horrible dirty pussy stench and
at that I was faced with a shit streak. At my new size it was massive in which
it looked like it was layered. At that I can imagine that I must have been in
with other clothes and hosery. Damn, my wife had her hamper and I had mine.
Funny...today is Tuesday. My wife does laundry on Saturday nights. I believe
that these were the panties she had on Monday night and at that I realized I had
more days to go of more smelly clothing to smell. Basically nothing but socks,
stockings, thigh highs, panties, thongs and bras. She never seperated anything
until it was time for laundry. It was obvious that with my new life this is
what I had to look forward to...being worn, put in the hamper and washed like
all pantyhose are. How horrible...whats next.
Part 2
Wash and Worn II
Great just great! It must be Saturday. I just remembered that this is
laundry day. This time, rather than being face to face with a shit streaked
pair of panties, I happen to be " face on the ass " section of those very
panties. At the same time there are loads of clothes on top of me in which they
were all of my wifes sweaty and smelly socks, nylons, bras and thongs. It is so
sad and even pathetic. I am nothing but dirty pantyhose. I have gotten use to
my new existance. I felt the hamper moving. I knew then that it was my time
for a shower so to speak. Oh joy! Suddenly the load started to get light and
then I soon saw light and a hand that had red painted finger nails. It was my
wifes hand. She finally took me out of the hamper and like a rag doll, she
tossed me right in to this round like object. Of course the washing machine. I
did not understand this at all. We must have been in a laundry mat. Or should
I say my wife must have been in the laundry mat. I was in with the rest of the
the clothes. My wife shut the door in which I could see through the glass. She
was inserting her money. Still...not even paying any attention to my existance.
How pathetic. She then looked as if she was pressing a button. Then, soapy
like water started coming out from above me and in an instant...I was going
around in circles. I did manage to see her just walk away right before the
speed of the washing machine picked up. The soap was burning my eyes. This
went on for about 45 minutes. The washing machine stopped. Where the hell was
she. It was stranged but I ended up face up to the window and I could basically
see everyone in the laundry mat. First of all I wondered why she had come
here. I then realized that the washer and dryer at home was broken and I did
not report it to have it fixed. I guess I am actually paying the price. Wow I
am really drenched with irony. The door finally opened. Wait a minute!! I saw
a hand that was not my wifes. As soon as I noticed I was looking at what
appeared to be a young Asian girl whom might I add from my size looked the same
size as my wife. She raised me to her face where we finally saw each other face
to face. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?", she said. She then took her finger and
rubbed it in the now clean crotch area of the pantyhose that she had in her
hand. She rubbed her index finger over my nose. I then saw her look with a
satisfied but evil grin. She then looked up and around as if she was about to
steel something. I guess she may have been looking for my wife. " OH HOW
LOVELY! I DONT THINK SHE WILL BE NEEDING YOU....AS MUCH AS I BELIEVE THAT I
WILL NEED YOU. " I was in shock. This woman took off walking real fast like
and then apparently she stopped. My face was not that exposed but I could see
her face look back and then I heard my wifes voice. " WHERE THE HELL IS HE?, my
wife said. By now I realized that she must have taken her clothes out of the
washer. Then I felt movement. The women that held me took off running. Oh
no..what now!
An hour went by. I felt movement again but I now could tell that
whomever this Asian woman was she was now in what I believe was her home. Man
was this place disgusting. She lived in a one bedroom apartment from what I
could tell. She then pulled me up to her face again and began to speak. "
WELCOME TO MY HOME LITTLE MAN! YOU ARE THE CUTTEST PAIR OF PANTYHOSE THAT I
HAVE EVER SEEN. OHH DONT BE SCARED! I AM NOTHING MORE THAN JUST A PROSTITUTE.
ITS GOOD MONEY. I HAVE A LONG NIGHT AHEAD AND I SURE COULD USE YOU WELL
TONIGHT. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DISGUISE YOU JUST IN
CASE THAT BITCH YOU WERE WITH DECIDES TO GO ON A SCAVENGER HUNT. SHE SAW ME
RUNNING AND I BELIEVE THAT SHE WOULD BE LOOKING FOR ME SATURDAY AT THE LAUNDRY
MAT. I HAVE HEARD ABOUT TRICKS SUCH AS WHAT YOUR NOW PART OF. BABY THEY ARE
NOT REVERSABLE. BUT I DO HAVE A MUCH BETTER PLACE FOR YOU. THAT BITCH YOU WAS
WITH MUST NEVER WEAR PANTIES WHEN SHE WEARS YOU AND WHY WOULD SHE, AS
COMFORTABLE AS YOU LOOK. I HAVE AN IDEA! I THINK I WILL TAKE YOU TO AN OLD
FRIEND OF MINE AND SEE IF SHE CAN PUT YOU IN ONE OF MY FAVORITE PLACES SO I CAN
MAKE YOU PERMENANTLY....MINE."
This did not sound good and yes I was still damp. This Asian women
told me that she would be taking a nap and thought that she would just hang me
on a clothes line in her house so that I can dry. I hung there for hours.
Fortunately, she hung me by a clock. I could see that it was going on 8pm. I
then saw her walking towards me wearing a high...and I mean high short and tight
skirt with black stockings on. She wore black pumps and I could not discribe a
shirt or anything because she had on this short black fur coat. She looked like
a complete bimbo. Yes she looked like one of those 20 dollar prostitutes that
pretty much get hit every 30 minutes. Where ever it was we were going we
finally got there. It was dark form what I could tell. I then heard this Asian
womans voice. " Hi Madam Razell! I have a favor to ask of you. You tought me
how to turn man into servants to even turning them into clothing. I have no
knowledge though of what actually to do but I have someone here who needs to be
reversed." With that said she laid me down on this table that had some sort of
old book and Crystal ball. My face was under this bright light. There was
another woman looking down at me and this one looked to be in her 50's. I could
tell that she was some what dressed with what most tellers or terot card readers
would wear. I then heard her speak. " Tulip...my child ", Madam Razell said.
Wow I finally cought the Asian womans name. " Tulip, this is pretty
impressive. The woman that did this seems to be very creative. I can sense
that this gentleman is very displeased with is new position in life. He does
not like....what I sense...his wifes vagina. He wants out. I can now even
sense that what he fears will happen more than likely just might happen. He now
even fears me. " Wow this woman really was phsycic. " Tulip...you must leave
him with me! I shall make arrangements. I sense that he was stolen and that
you want to enjoy him at his expense. I sense that you want him....to be your
thongs. Considered it done in two days! ", Madam Razell said. " Oh thank you
Madam!" Tulip said. Oh how horrible. Tulip then left.
I was left on the table. The door to this magical like environment
closed. I then looked up and Madam Razell was looking down at me. She then
began to speak to me. " WHAT IS SHALL BE NO MORE. YOU ARE OF SPECIAL QUALITY
AND NOT PROPERTY OF A WHORE! MAGIC ONLY BELONGS WITH A PERSON THAT TRULY
UNDERSTANDS IT LITTLE ONE. DONT YOU AGREE? " she asked. It was not like I
could answer. Then rather than see her face she quickly brought her hands
together quickly like she was casting a spell. Then there was smoke. The smoke
had finally cleared. " What the hell?"...I said. Wait a minute...I could
speak. I cant move, still no arms or legs but I can feel, smell, taste, hear
and now speak...but where am I? I could only look straight still and side to
side. The smoke cleared. I was somewhere but I did not know where. There was
these two large pole like objects hovering above me. For some reason it did
feel like I had arms but they were connected to my waist and it felt like these
two poles were going underneath my arms....as if I had somone in a headlock.
Poles...they were not hard they were soft. I then heared a sound. It sounded
like a toliet flushing. Then the poles begin to move. NOOO! It cant be. I
looked up and saw yet another big cunt. Then, I looked closely and saw Madam
Razell looking down at me. " HELLO LITTLE ONE. I HAVE NO OTHER WORDS FOR YOU
AFTER THESE BUT I WILL TELL YOU THIS MUCH. YOU ARE NO LONGER PANTYHOSE. YOU
ARE NOTHING BUT MY NEW LOVELY THONGS. TULIP DID NOT DISERVE YOU...BESIDES YOU
AGREED DID'NT YOU! MAGIC ONLY BELONGS WITH SOMEONE WHO REALLY UNDERSTANDS IT.
IN JOY...MY LITTLE ASS PLUG." I then screamed but it was no use. She started
to pull her thongs up and at the same time I heard a farting sound. She must
have shitted. I just remembered I did not see her wipe. I should have known.
She did this not only with wanting me but also in being phsycic. She knew what
I had gone through with Angelica's panties. That shit streak. Now I am about
to find out what its like to be streaked. Still, I was going up slowly. Her
smiling face disappeared and then I begin to smell nothing but shit. Finally I
ended up inbedded in her ass. I then felt walking. I am use to it by now to
know what it is. Suddenly..she farted again. I gagged. Any noise from the
outside I could hear but it was muffled. I heard a muffled laugh after she
farted and just like that I had to accept my new position. I thought being the
crotch of pantyhose was bad. This was worse. Minutes later without worning...it
became real hot. There was no longer any kind of up wind coming from behind.
There was a little pressure as well. I then realized that Madam Razell must
have been sitting down. She then began to move. I could not take this. I felt
something sticking to my nose and it even had a foul odor. The streak. It
found its mark. My new form was completely covered in it. I was now the streak
or at least I smelled of it.
MEANWHILE OUTSIDE OF RAZELL'S THONGS...AND CLOTHING:
Phone ringing......
" Hello ", answered Tulip. " Yes this is Madam Razell. I am sorry to
inform you that there was a run in the pantyhose. I tried them on and the run
split all the way up unto the crotch area. Your little friend I guess is
dead...well, since he is only an object I believe that he is just worn out...so
I had to throw him away.", Razell said. " Damn! I was really looking forward
to wearing him tonight but I guess since you tried to change him to panties it
did not work. I am well aware of the ritual you tought me and I am sorry that
he just was'nt strong hosiery! Well, thanks anyway Razell.", Tulip said. " You
are welcome my child! " Razell said.
MEANWHILE IN THE PANTIES OF MADAM RAZELL.....
I cant believe she told Tulip that lie. There was never a
ritual. I am alive....or am I. Of course I am no life form. If there is such
magic then what should happen if I go from another to another to another. Will
I ever be worn out? It was beginning to be something that I was looking forward
to. I did not want to be worn like this though. Razell was still sitting
down. It was growing incredibly warm....as a matter of fact...it was
scorching. Then I felt as if some was pressing me or I should say that it felt
as if though I was being smeered on something. I realized that Razell was
moving. She was moving so that I was just being pushed deeper into her ass.
The pressure soon was gone but this time it felt as though my head was being
squeezed. I then felt something pulling me. Finally I was away from the
asshole. I heard then very clearly Razell's voice. " Oh excuse me mam I had a
wedgie.", Razell said. She must have had another visitor coming for advice or
phsycic reading or even a magic spell of sorts. I screamed and then, her
fingers let the thong goin which I went flying back to her ass. It was like
being slingshoted!!! My nose landed right into her asshole. Then I felt
pressure this time on my ass. Razell must have been sitting down. All I heard
then was Razell say, " lets see where were we ?" With that said she started
moving around like she was trying to slide or slither back onto a chair that she
may have slid out of. This was only though I believe with the intent to get my
face back into her ass so that I cant be heared at all...not even a muffed
voice. She enjoyed this.
I am very good at telling time and if I am not mistaken...the
last time Razell moved was to get rid of a wedgie in which when she stopped she
slipped back into a wedgie. I was the wedge but this time she did not get up at
all to remove the wedge. I guess with the intent to bother me. I must have
been a wedge now for 2 hours. So with that it must be 11pm. Suddenly the
weight felt light yet I was still a wedge. She still did not bother to remove
me. I then felt my nose and what I could call my body being squished again.
Not like a wedge but hey I was wedge and now sat on I believe as well. I then
felt something rumbling. Razell must have been in her car. I could feel the
wheels move through the seat. Suddenly the wheels did not move. I heard
something that did not sound so good. I could barely hear anything but this is
one thing I heard clear come out Razells mouth. " Wow....I have terrible gas ".
When she said this she let out this fart that may have lasted 3 seconds. How
humiliating. I could not take this anymore. I begin to start crying but the
longer I cried it seem like the more the gas lengered. Then she farted again.
She did this with no regards.
We finally got to her house. She had been walking around the
house still not removing her panties at all. All I kept saying was that I could
not wait until she jumped in the shower. It must have been about 12:45am now.
I heard shuffling sounds as if though Razell was taking off clothing. It was
about time. I was still waiting though. Moments later...I am under more
instense pressure. It was finally going on twenty minutes now and so far it had
been twenty minutes since being under this new pressure. I then heard something
that sound like snoring. No way! Razell was laying down..with her panties
on..my face in her ass and still passing gas. How low down, how filthy. This
cant be happening. It only made me mad and at the same time I felt even more
useless. There was absolutely no air..well there was the air that Razell was
letting go and that did not smell to good. Not only that..I was beginning to
feel myself slipping away but I knew I would not die. I must have been passing
out. Off to sleep I went aswell.
I am not sure what time it is now but I awoke feeling free but still
I smell nothing but a mixture of fresh air and shit. I finally awoke and it was
a miracle. I saw nothing but other panties, well worn nylons which somehow had
the toe section of the nylons directly in front of me. By this time I realized
that I was in dirty laundry. I heard nothing at all which basically told me
that like before I was nothing but dirty laundry. However, this I was looking
forward to. I was not looking forward to being in her ass any longer. Life was
boring now and at that at least I could breathe. I just could not wait until
laundry day. Suddenly with that thought I heard a door open. " Razell! Razell!
" It sounded like another womens voice. It sounded nothing like Razells
voice. Whomever it was the thumping sound of the womans voice stopped. I
looked up to see the woman looking straight at me.....or rather into a laundry
bin that had nothing but dirty clothes in it and it just happen to have a pair
of thongs that showed a severe shit streak...a layered one at that. " Damn, ma
you sure need to wipe yourself better." she said. Damn she looked great but
incredibly young. I dont understand how this could be Razell's daughter. She
looked to be in her mid twenties. She looked down even closer. " mmmmm...so
mom shrunk another one!" This girl was starting to piss me off. I then yelled
up at her. " Hey you act like you never scene living thongs before. I will have
you know that I am a white male...human at that. You and your mother will never
get away with what you have done you...." I stopped there. The girl picked me
up to her face. " You smelly little bastard. I really dont care what you are.
You dont look human to me. You look like a pair of shit streaked pink thongs at
the moment. Now make your mind do you want to be shitty our clean. A man...my
shoes are heavier than you and you are suppose to be human. You know, if you
would just shut up maybe I could help you." I began to listen to her but I just
had to intrude. " Help me! How are you going to do that? You dont even know
the spells... the magic or the so callin rituals." She then spoke to me. "
Okay then if you say so! " she said. She then said something else very quick
and I did not catch it. " LUDANNOVALCAREST!!! " I dont know what the hell she
said but she walked away in comfort by saying it. Suddenly I my prespective
changed again. I heard a hissing sound. Then felt wet. Whatever it was
smelled pretty good...kind of like soap. Hey...I am in the washing machine.
Suddenly I looked up from the washing machine and there she was...this twenty
year old girl. " Listen little man! Look how quick you appeared in the washing
machine. I told you I know this stuff. I am much better than my mother. Well,
I have to go. I hope that you enjoy your wash. By the way my name is Karen.
Maybe after your all cleaned up we can get to know each other better. " Once she
said this she closed the door. I hated this part but hey I could not stand shit
anymore. Uh oh...away we go.
The washer stopped. The door then opened. It was Razell. She
then placed all the clothes in the dryer. I was the last article of clothing
left behind. She picked me up and looked at me. She then said..." MMM....I
will think about it! " What the hell was she talking about. In the dryer I
went. This was the first time I ever been in the dryer and you talk about
heat...it was awfull. As clean as the clothing was, I still felt humiliation.
Round and Round I went. I use to have friends and acquantences now I have
nothing but other pairs of nylons, pantyhose, bras, panties and thongs. No one
to really talk to but rather a giantess phsycic to fear....but for how long.
The dryer stopped. The door opened and it was Karen again. She then finally
took me out of the dryer we looked clearer now eye to eye or at least her eyes
to my face!!! " Now thats better! LONYCIBKURAK!! " , she said. Whatever that
meant! Suddenly I saw smoke again. The smoke had cleared. Once again on my
back. Then I looked up...it was Karen. For some reason she was getting
closer....and closer....and closer...and then smaller...and then finally shorter
than eye. " What the hell!!! " I was back to normal. " This is impossible,
how did you do this?", I asked Karen. " You doubted me...asshole. I dont
understand men sometimes. The spell has been broken. So go on with your life
and do not come back here. You got it!," she said. " Oh you have my word but
where are my clothes?" , I asked. She then gave me a suit in which when I put
it on it was a little big but hey it was clothing. I was so excited that I just
wanted to go back and beat the hell out of my wife for what she started. As I
opened the door of Razells laundry room, Razell stood there. She looked so much
shorter. " Damn..you felt really good in my ass sir! Its too bad but I admire
my daughters sympathy. Its really too bad...you made a nice and comfortable
pair of thongs. You absorbed alot. " , Razell said. " Oh by the way ", Karen
said. " If you tell anyone of what has happened here then you shall be returned
to this place. The spell then will be truly reversable in which you will
belong....to me!!! " I did not pay it no mind at all. I was already ready to
whip both of there asses but I left them alone and said okay. Karen obviously
did not take me seriously but then I heard voices shortly after. " Help me!!!
Somebody help me please Im trapped in this bitches shoe! Come on let me out it
stinks in here man please dont let her do this!!! " I looked at Razell who was
smiling at me and shook her head. I then looked at Karen. She was wearing a
body dress that went down to her knees and she was wearing black pumps with a
foot half way out of its shoe. I walked towards her and I begin to hear it
again. " Please...down here who ever you are please somebody please. " I
looked down into the heel section of Karens pumps and I saw a man trying to get
up with his legs bent. He looked twisted. I was shocked. Karen then dropped
her heel back into the shoe. I heard one last scream from the man and then I
heard laughter from Karen. " You think this is bad huh. The man is
alive...barely. There have been others like you. As a matter of fact...I
believe your fate may be worse than the man that lies beneath my sweaty feet.",
Karen said. She then stomped the very shoe she had on hard on the ground. "
Take another look ", she told me. I looked down into the shoe that imprisoned
the man and I saw no man. I did see nothing but red and little pieces of white
that kind of looked like white chipped paint. Noo...she killed him. He was
grinded instantaly. I then ran out only to hear everyones laughter. As I ran
all I could remember were the words that Karen had said..." your fate will be
worse than what lies beneath her sweaty feet."
THE NEXT DAY
It's about 6AM. I took the liberty to get a hotel room. Its a good
thing that I remembered my bank account number because I have no wallet. I also
am very good friends with the one of the bank tellers there. Now is my chance.
I am now holding $400.00 and I am going to take a cab to my house. I dont think
my wife is there and if she is I am going to beat the hell out of her...maybe
I will figure out how to turn her into a condom and put her on. Then, screw the
hell out of Tulip for my revenge. My wifey like condom in Tulips pussy!!...ha
ha. She would have at least found the woman that stole her pantyhose. I
finally arrived to the house. I checked the welcome mat. Yes..the key was
still under it. I opened the door and walked inside. Wow...this place...smells
so much better at my normal height. I walked pass the bedroom and took a look
inside. There she was...out like a light. I noticed that there was someone
else under the sheets. I walked closer..who can this be. An affair? I was
going to beat her ass earlier but will I have to kill her. Suddenly...the
minute that I got to the bed my wife jumped up. The sheets were off. " Who the
fuck are you ? ", she asked. I then walked back towards the door to turn the
lights on. I then looked her into the eye and said..." BITCH ". She was in
shock. " Okay, since you are back to normal perhaps you can tell me who took
you in the first place. You are suppose to be nothing more than the crotch of
my white pantyhose."
When Angelica said this I looked at her with discuss. "
Bitch...your pussy smelled like fish. I am never going back there. I dont know
whats worse being in panties or being in the crotch are of your pantyhose. ", I
said. " How would you know dear...is that where you were hiding in some lady's
panties? " , Angelica asked. " Yes I have and you know I would have perfered....
". Right when I said that, the figure that arose from my wifes bed looked
awfully familiar. It was Karen and she had no clothes on. She was looking at
me smiling. " I told you never to tell anyone but it seems as if though you dont
like to listen. " Karen said. I grew scared and started stepping back.
Angelica begin to speak..." You messed up know huh hubby. I heard about the
orders that Karen gave you. Lets just say that I love being gay...you could not
please me at all! ". As Angelica was buisy degrading me...my prespective of
things started to change. I then saw Karen with a smile and look on her face
like children to candy. I then started forming into something...I was
shrinking. I did not know what was happening but I knew that whatever Karen was
trying to turn me into she could do without any movement at all. She just
stared as if everything was okay where as with me I could not help but to feel
the pain of shaping. I mean I felt as if my mouth was closing and my head was
squeezing....I kept trying to figure out what the hell I was going to become.
Suddenly...everything was blocked out by smoke. Now...I knew that once the
smoke had cleared I would find out what would happen next. Could I be panties,
stockings, bra, what the hell was going on. All I could see was smoke. Then I
heard laughter. Suddenly, the smoke cleared. I saw nothing but the ceiling but
it did seem somewhat darker than my home. As a matter of fact...where ever I
was kind of reminded me of Razells place. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I then
heard Karens voice. " Oh hi Angelica. I am so tired of these damn cell phones.
I will tell you the one that I am talking to you on now is so cheap!... Karen
obviously was talking to my wife on the phone. I found out alot of
information. Karen asked my wife how is she taking my death and both of them
laughed out loud. I could swear that I heard my wife laughing over the phone.
Then suddenly, I felt something hit me. I had a new prespective. I saw a tan
colored nyloned foot. What is this....I cant move...I dont quite feel right at
all. Something smells horrific or should I say I smell horrific...but why.
Maybe I could use a shower. I dont know what the hell is this??? Then I heard
Karen go on. " Okay now Angelica, well, I will tell you this much. Girl, when
you ate me out last night it felt good. Hey hold up Angelica..I have to find my
slippers" I guess what ever it was I was looking at was not the ceiling because
I would have seen Karens face by now. What the hell is this smell though? Then
I saw nothing but fingers and nails come straight for me. I then felt Karen
grab my body. Things were going so fast. I saw Karen clearly now and then she
dropped me! I finally saw what she was talking about. She had a mirror almost
right above her bed but a little bit to one side of it. I was looking at my
reflection. All I could see was my eyes and with that I looked like....fluff
with my mouth extremely wide open. As a matter a fact the whole reflection was
a zebra-head like slipper with the mouth being the opening of the shoe. I even
so myself move my toungue. I looked to my right and there was the other shoe.
I did not under stand who it was but it was the same thing. Those eyes though
to the other shoe kind of matched Tulip. I was not really sure. Neither one of
us could admit it. Without Karen even looking down she took her sweaty and
smelly nyloned covered feet and slipped them into the slippers. She then looked
down to both of us and ordered us to start sucking, other wise she will stand
for however long she pleased. She was standing right on our tongues. She then
sat down and since I did not want any pressure on me immediately started sucking
her entire foot. Regardless of how repulsive it was I sucked as if though it
was my duty and I am pretty sure the other living shoe did aswell. Though I
could not stand this but this was the punishment that Karen stated irreversable.
It was a nasty tasting life. I then heard Karen closing the conversation with
now my widowed wife..." okay Angelica, I must go. Maybe one day I will let you
borrow my foot massagers...you know those zebra slippers I was telling you
about? Well, I will call you again take care baby. Bye...."
That was it. My new life. Hours must have gone by. I was sucking
the whole time. Everytime I would stop or slow down Karen would stomp her feet
and we would have to continue or else. I hated this job. I am nothing but dirty
old slippers and at that I cant stand to have someones foot in my mouth but I
guess I dont have much choice in the matter. One day, Karen came in her room
and it was their her living slippers lay. She picked us up and sat us on the
bathroom counter. I was placed on my side in a sense. Damn did I look awful.
My mouth use to be somewhat white but not my mouth ( the inside of the slipper )
is dirty white. I looked like well worn slippers. I then felt her grab me
again. She threw me and the other slipper in a bag filled with dirty laundry.
Oh well, I guess it must be laundry day. I had begin to cry. It was apparent
then that I finally had my new lot in life....the left slipper of a woman named
Karen.
THE END
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