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Getting Your Feet Wet - Commission (Clothes)
🕑 Added 2024-06-08 16:00:11 +0000 UTCYou were curious about what your girlfriend got up to like most people, she seemed to spend a lot less time with you as of late which was worrying as well as upsetting. You were worried that she was going to break up with you ever since you lost your job or worse, that she was cheating on you. She did seem to have more disposable income as of late which was another piece in the confusion of your relationship. So when you caught her dressing more and more scantily you knew you had to do some espionage.
You ordered some transformation powder off the internet and formulated a plan of how to spy on her to confirm suspicions or relieve you of any fear. The powder would be able to turn you into any object you sprinkled it on which had you thinking about being an article of clothing as that would be much harder to lose than say a purse. The idea of becoming her underwear was short-lived once you realized that you wouldn't actually be able to see anything from underneath her clothing and also the fact you'd probably be distracted cupping her breasts and crotch. That left you with two options, her dress or her heels. The dress was intriguing as it would have you closer to the action but upon reading the instructions, the powder needed to remain on the object if you wanted to change back, which of course you did, so being on something as loose as a dress was a bad idea. So you settled on becoming her shoes, which upon further thought would be perfect. You'd be able to see clearly as well as being literally strapped to her body, so you sprinkled a bit of powder on them and then with a small bit of hesitation, sprinkled the rest on your head where you immediately blacked out.
You came to on the bed except everything around you was significantly larger relative to your now small body or rather bodies since your mind was split between them. You were able to see heels from the other which was proof that everything had worked out. Now all you had to do was wait for her to get ready and leave for whatever activities she did when you weren't around, completely unaware that you'd be watching her every move.
"Babe?" You heard the familiar clicking of the front door and the clack of her shoes in the hall. "You home?" she called out, looking for you but you couldn't exactly respond considering you mostly consisted of pleather. The door to the bedroom opened, revealing her in her work uniform of slacks and a polo. You really hoped that you were just being paranoid because even wearing such drab attire, you couldn't help but admire her amazing body. Maybe once all of this was resolved and you changed back, you could convince her to try tf powder in the bedroom to spice things up. She removed her uniform, revealing her curvaceous body clad in only lingerie and she slipped the dress over her head. It emphasized her hips which would left your mouth dry had you still possessed one. She tied her hair up, adorning it with a few cute blue barrettes, and did her makeup. Then the moment you were waiting for arrived as she grabbed you and began to slip her feet into you. It was so strange feeling something completely filled you up but when she grabbed your straps and tied them, you almost lost your mind in how pleasurable it was. The powder must have increased your sensitivity because anything that touched you was shockingly delightful.
She stood up and grabbed her clutch, ready for a night out on the town except she wasn't alone this time with you hiding right under her nose, or actually feet. Each step had her land on her heel which must have been your penis because it was by far the most sensitive. The simple routine of walking almost made you lose the entire point of why you were doing this. It was a bit concerning when she reached the more seedy part of the town and stepped into a club that had the air of a brothel which would be the worst-case scenario.
Your intuition was proven correctly much to your despair as a man in the most stereotypical pimp getup addressed her. "Great to see you, Velvet," the man said in a voice coated in a thick accent. Velvet? She even had a stage name, this was so much worse than you thought, how long had she been at it? "Here's your list of clients tonight and their addresses, go show them why you're my star girl," he said before slapping her ass which enraged you even more. She left the club and began her journey to the first address of the long list of people she'd be servicing tonight. She reached the first location after about 20 minutes where she reached the classier part of town. She entered the most pretentious hotel you've ever seen with marble flooring and gold trim. She made her way to the front desk and retrieved a few keycards before entering the elevator up to the top few floors.
She let herself into the first room of the night to find a tall, muscled man waiting for her on the bed. She turned on her charm immediately and had him hard in seconds. "Why don't you help me take this off?" she said seductively to the man who happily obliged. He pulled it over her head where she met him with a kiss. Soon he was fumbling for her bra clasps as she attacked his face with her lips. She pulled away and began to undo the straps holding me to her feet, making sure to let her breasts hang free which only excited the man more. She kicked me off and to the side but I still could see the evil deeds being committed right in front of me. He entered her and she began to bounce on his cock with more enthusiasm than she ever had with you. She ended up having to bite a pillow to prevent herself from screaming from the pleasure and you hoped that she was acting or else you were much worse in bed than you thought. The man began to grunt and fill the condom with his cum where he then collapsed onto the bed, satisfied. He opened the side drawer and handed her an envelope that was brimming with cash. "Thanks, sweetheart, I needed that," the man said as she washed up and redressed for her next client. "Same time next week?" he asked as she blew him a kiss before leaving his room.
This routine continued for a few more clients where you couldn't look away, by the third man you were fuming with anger at her but her stamina kept her going, and by the fifth man you were just defeated. The sixth man just wanted a quick blow job which was the most disgusting as you were an active participant he pulled up her mouth and blasted her chest with his load which dripped down her body, getting on you. The humiliation of getting covered in the semen of a man fucking your girlfriend was too much to bear so you retreated into your own mind until she arrived at her final client.
She entered his room where he met her at the door. You snapped out of your trance when the man asked to have sex in the shower. "That'll be extra," she said but he made sure she knew he could afford it when he pulled a few stacks of bills out of a safe and slapped them into her hand. She stuffed them into her purse and let the man undress her. You were relieved when she began to undo the fasteners of your body because an entire night of sex left not part of her free of perspiration. She laid you on the bathroom sink and alarm bells started to ring when you realized that the powder had rubbed off onto her sweaty feet throughout the night and was now about to be washed down the drain. You tried to scream and move but you couldn't even get the slightest movement in your inanimate form so you were forced to watch as they entered the shower and began to fuck. He went to town on her as hot water danced down their bodies dragging the only hope that you'd be human again with it down the drain and into the plumbing. They started a tempo as more and more of the powder flowed from her feet completely unaware that she was sealing the fate of her boyfriend as a pair of sexy, black heels. You couldn't help but watch as the gravity of your situation set in. At least you wouldn't have to worry about breaking up with her.
She toweled off and left the man with a kiss as she pulled your body onto her freshly cleaned legs. You were grossed out at the thought that as her heels you'd probably be part of her job from now on. She returned to the club and gave the pimp his cut before she left for her home. She entered the house calling out for you again but assuming you were out, she decided to go to bed. You felt her take you off for the last time that night and watched, empty inside, as she put you into the box you'd probably be calling home from now on. The last thing you saw was the lid of the shoebox covering the opening, leaving you in complete darkness until her next shift.
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