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The New Girl 3
🕑 Added 2023-02-17 12:00:02 +0000 UTCLorena kept true to her word and wore me for an entire month. I could taste all the foot and ass sweat that her body had released in that time and held it all deep within my fabric. To make matters worse my senses were a thousand times stronger and her feet were pumping out gallons of foot sweat every minute, and its all absorbing into my fabric, being more and more condensed with a rapidly growing intensity. There was also the gas. She was constantly eating food that would make her extra gassy and I was the only one who could smell it. In fact, I had my suspicions that she had put a spell on me forcing me to absorb all her farts entirely. I always thought it'd be hot to be women's underwear, but I quickly learned that that's a foolish fantasy. Between the farts and all the sweat that came from her ass and crotch mixed with the never ending assault of foot sweat, death couldn't come quick enough. When she finally peeled me off I couldn't have been more grateful. She dropped my fabric body to the floor and cast a spell to change me back to my normal shrunken self. To my utter horror I found that even after changing back I could still taste all the filth that I had been forced to absorb over the course of the last month. I was so focused on the fact that I could taste Lorena down to my very core, that I hadn't noticed her sitting down on the floor. I didn't notice her until her toes were hovering over me. I instinctively raised my hands in self defense, but it was totally useless as her foot came down and started grinding me under her toes. After grinding me for a minute she just left her foot there, raising and dropping her toes on me and occasionally squeezing me with them. She rolled her foot off me and brought the other foot over and surrounded me with her toes. I just looked in disgust at the walls of filthy flesh that sat before me. "Lick loser," she said to me. I did as I was told. I knew no matter what I did they would forever torture me. I just hoped that in being obedient they would at least torture me a little less. As I started licking her foot I noticed that the cool air dried her sweaty feet, leaving a thick film of slimy sweat behind. Licking did little good. I had to drag my teeth across her foot, pulling a thick layer of sweat with the consistency of peanut butter into my mouth. It was devastating. It was so foul and acrid, and this was still just the beginning of the rest of my eternal life doing this. I had only cleaned a few toes when my sister showed up. "Hey girl!" She said as she came in. "Having fun with our little bug?" "Oh absolutely!" Lorena responded. Then she snapped her fingers together and I noticed my sister stopped moving. It took a second to be able to notice that she was still moving, just insanely slow. Lorena had cast a spell so I could finish her feet without wasting any of the girls' time. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I leaned back in and continued to scrape away at the dirt, sweat, and dead skin that still remained on her foot. Hour after hour passed and I felt as though I was making horrible progress. I spent days worth of time cleaning her giant feet to perfection. Of course, the second I was done time returned to normal, leaving me no time to relax and take a break. Lorena used her toes to flick me into my sisters direction. When I finally stopped tumbling I came to a stop on my back. Looking up I saw my sister with her foot raised above me and ready to stomp and she was giving me the finger. Her foot crashed down at lightning speed and ground me as hard as she could into the floor. I could tell instantly that she hadn't washed her feet since the last time I cleaned them. "Ooohh, that just feels so fuckin goooood." She said. She rolled her foot back and forth over me. "I've missed having you around the last couple of day little bro. But it's cool, I know Lorena has been taking real good care of you. Now it's my turn to enjoy that exact same spell, so get ready for another amazing month! The only difference is you'll be the kind that stops at the thigh. I don't want you all up on my pussy, that'd be way too weird. I bet you loved Lorenas though!" She laughed and looked at Lorena. "Ok, I'm ready!" Lorena snapped her fingers and in an instant I split in two and dropped to the floor. She picked me up and got me ready to slide over her foot. She stretched me open and forced her toes into me, slowly pulling the rest of me up her leg. The feeling of being stretched so tight was painful and sucked just as bad when she put on my other half. It didn't help that my senses had been increased yet again. She walked over to the closet and grabbed a pair of high heels. Once she put them on time slowed down yet again and the intense foot sweating began. They were getting ready to go out for the night but went into the kitchen to pregame a bit. Just before they left my sister took off one of her shoes and raised her foot up. I was looking into the face of Lorena, who began to laugh hysterically the second she saw me. "He looks like he's already suffering quite a lot," she said. "Sucks for you dude, cuz this night, and month for that matter, is just getting started!" She began to laugh again as my sister lowered me back into her shoe. The went to the club and danced the night away. I thought for sure that wearing high heels, my sister would take them off so her feet wouldn't get sore, but I was sadly mistaken. The whole night played out in slow motion as she trampled me over and over all night long. When they got back to the house, they sat in the kitchen for one more drink and a little food. My sister took her shoes off and set her feet on the table. Once again she pointed one of my faces at Lorena who had her camera ready and took a picture. They laughed and joked while they ate and then made there way up to bed. My sister flopped down on Lorena's bed and posed one more time for Lorena to take a picture, this time with both my faces in the picture. I would be embarrassed, but I knew it didn't matter. No one but these two still knew I existed, so what was the point of being embarrassed..
To be continued...
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Jim
Love the morph stories!
