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I just recently found this Board and thought I'd drop off a transformation
story I wrote for another board. I think you guys will like it. You can do with
this story
as you'd like. Enjoy.
(By the way, I am female but I like to dress up my boyfriend).
The Shoe
by Ann
"Fine. He likes stepping on me, I'll show him what it feels like to be stepped
on." Sheri slapped her money down on the counter. The old woman smiled at
her knowingly. She only sold rings like the one in Sheri's hand to special
women, women who would make the most of them.
Sheri left the small store. She wondered why she didn't feel embarrassed
dumping her life story on the old woman. And why it didn't bother her to pay
so much money for a ring that probably did nothing. Sure she'd seen the
woman use the ring, and it seemed real enough, but she couldn't help but
believe it had to be an optical illusion.
Tony looked at his wife. A wicked grin crossed her face. Usually this meant
she'd spent enough of his money to make him angry. "Ok, so what was it? A
million dollar pair of handmade shoes you just couldn't live without?"
Sheri couldn't help laugh at the irony in Tony's comment. "As a matter of
fact, yes." Sheri held her hand up and pointed her ring finger at her husband.
Tony thought he saw the ring glow bright scarlet red, the same color as her
fingernails. Suddenly, he felt a bit strange. He started to feel unsteady, but
somehow more solid. He tried to move his hand but couldn't.
Tony watched as the room began to move. He felt like he was falling, but
didn't seem to move. He tried to reach out with his arms to brace himself, but
couldn't move those either. No part of his body moved. In fact, Tony could
no longer feel his arms. They seemed folded into his torso. His legs too
seemed joined together. His skin had a fine leathery feel to it.
Tony watched in awe, or horror, he wasn't sure, as Sheri began to grow.
How could his wife grow? "This is amazing Tony. If only you could see
yourself." The words floated to Tony as if spoken out of the sky. "I can't
believe this really worked!" Tony watched her growth continue unchecked.
He estimated that he only came up to her breasts now. His formerly 5' 3"
wife stood at least 8 foot tall. Tony was too stunned to think about the
consequences now, but he certainly didn't want to remain married to a freak.
Tony didn't understand why she was doing this to herself, but he wanted no
part of her.
Tony shifted his eyes up to the ceiling, he expected to see her burst through
to the second floor any minute. As he gazed upwards, his eyes caught the top
of the lamp next to him. Moments before, his head cleared this lamp by at
least two feet! Now he looked straight up through the shade. "Oh my God!
I'm shrinking."
Sheri heard Tony's plea, well, not exactly. Tony's mouth, or what was left
of it, never moved. Instead, she heard his words in her head. "Yes dear,
you're shrinking. But that's only part of it. I've done something much more
delicious to you." Tony continued to shrink. He now came up no higher on
his diminutive girlfriend than her knees. She bent down and stroked him. The
feeling was intense! It felt like a long continuous orgasm. As long as her
warm hand touched his skin, Tony felt like he was climaxing. This was
going to be better than he'd thought.
Despite the moment of pleasure, Tony feared his fate. He felt horror at being
so small. He felt emasculated and helpless in front of his huge wife. Each of
her legs was larger than his whole body. He hated feeling so weak. Things
were changing so quickly that he couldn't make sense of the world around
him. How had he shrunk so small? Was he still shrinking? Where would it
stop? Why couldn't he feel his arms or legs? Why was his skin leathery?
Why were physical feelings so intense?
Tony felt his body harden. He could no longer move anything. He felt like
someone had crushed him into a small ball which caused him to become so
tightly packed that he was now much more solid than he'd been before. In
that process, all of his nerve endings got pushed together, causing him to feel
more everything on each inch of his body than he had felt on his penis
before. His whole body had become hypersensitive. In exchange for this
increased sensitivity, Tony lost his sense of sight. He could smell, he could
taste, he could hear. He breathed and he heard his heart tick. But he could not
see, at least at first.
Slowly, the haze cleared from Tony's mind. Although he could not see, he
soon realized that he could sense the world around him. It wasn't really
seeing, but he could see none-the-less. Tony didn't know whether this was
just his imagination putting together what his other senses gave him, but it
really didn't matter. He could see, in a hazy, dreamlike sort of way around
him in all directions.
Tony "looked" around him. He lay or stood on the carpeted floor. He figured
that he stood no more than five or six inches tall at his highest point. He
seemed to stand at different heights. The front of his body, for lack of a better
description, seemed to be lower than the back. This made him feel he was
constantly in danger of sliding forwards. Tony saw the table standing next to
him like a large column building. A few feet in front of him, his wife Sheri
stood looking down at him. He could still see the low heeled sandals she
wore. He didn't know if he saw her bright red toe nails or whether he just
imagined it. Tony watched as Sheri bent down to unstrap her sandals. Once
barefoot, she walked right over to him. Tony wanted to run away in fright as
her giant feet fell near him. Suddenly, she lifted her right foot high up into the
air above him! Tony yelled out, "please don't crush me!" Even if Tony could
have moved physically, he wasn't sure the terror would have let him. What
happened next surprised Sheri as much as Tony.
Sheri looked down at the open toed, tan high heeled sling back pump that
was her husband moments ago. She slid her foot into the shoe with no
trouble. A perfect fit. Milliseconds later, Sheri felt an intense pleasure surge
through her body. She heard Tony's jumbled thoughts. It took her a few
moments, but Sheri realized that what she felt was the emotions tearing
through her husband. By wearing Tony, she shared in his pleasure. For his
part, Tony nearly blacked out. When Sheri slid her foot inside him, he felt
like he was being torn apart, like he would explode. It was incredibly erotic.
Being male, Tony never before felt another person inside him. But even this
was more special. The tightness of his nerves made it one hundred times
more powerful than a woman's orgasm. He could barely stand the pleasure.
Along with the pleasure, came pain. Tony felt like someone had placed a
balloon inside him and blown it up to the point where his body would blow
apart. But that wasn't all. Tony realized that his other senses were heightened
as well. Her sweaty feet smelled many times stronger to him than when she'd
once placed her foot right on his face. He could taste the sweat on her foot
and soaked into her nylons. He didn't like that.
Sheri began to recover from the intense feelings she'd felt when she first
stuck her foot into Tony. Tony didn't. Since he no longer had a penis, he
couldn't ejaculate. Sheri had denied him release! Sheri, on the other hand,
could feel an orgasm coursing through her body. Combining her feelings of
power and domination with the intense stimulation she received from Tony,
Sheri couldn't control herself. Finally though, she brought herself down to a
state of constant, controllable pleasure. Tony remained on edge so long as her
foot remained inside him.
Sheri walked across the room to fix herself a drink. When the sole of her
shoe, that is, he, hit the ground, he felt like a wrestler slammed to the mat. In
the same instant, he felt her foot come crashing down on him like a body
slamming down on top of him as he lay on the mat. The pressure was
intense. When her heel hit, he felt a shock course through his body. Neither
event hurt him enough to make him scream in pain, but it hurt.
"Good, I'm glad to see that you're suffering. You're going to suffer a lot
before this is all over. I've got serious plans for you and your sex." Sheri
walked around the room just because she could. The hardwood floors
seemed to hurt Tony the most so she stayed on those the longest. Sheri was
amazed that Tony really felt like a shoe. He wasn't heavier than most shoes
and he wasn't softer. The only difference she could feel was the sexual blast
she got by wearing him.
Finally, Sheri found the couch and sat down. As she dangled Tony on the
end of her foot, Tony felt like her toes were stroking his penis. He
desperately needed to ejaculate. "You are making me so hot Tony! Woo!"
Sheri lifted Tony off her foot with her hand and brought him to her mouth.
She began to kiss him and lick him. Then she lifted her short skirt and began
to rub the shoe, her husband, against her. She moaned and began to writhe in
joy. With her hand, she guided the heel of her "shoe" inside her. Tony tasted
her sweat, her mouth, and lastly her juices.
Tony "awoke" as Sheri pulled him from the dark closet. He'd "slept" in a pile
with her other shoes. Tony didn't really sleep and he wasn't sure why he
couldn't. Instead, he remained conscious all night long, conscious of the
feeling of being a shoe, conscious of every smell, feel and taste of the shoes
surrounding him, and conscious of his utter humiliation. Tony thought it was
bad when his younger sister pinned him right in front of his girlfriend. She
laughed that it took him "a little bit too long" to free himself. Tony thought
the worst humiliation in his life came when he couldn't get it up on his
wedding night. But this humiliation stung infinitely worse. Not only was
Tony completely at the mercy of his wife, the thought of being his wife's
shoe was just incomprehensible! Sheri slipped him on and immediately he felt
the unrelenting "pleasure" and pain. "Good morning honey, it's time to go to
work."
Sheri sat at her desk tapping her foot against the floor in rhythm to the music.
Her four male superiors, three division VPs and a division president, sat in
another "sales" meeting. Typically, these involved stories of the prior week's
sexual conquests. As a woman, she wasn't welcome. She also wasn't likely
to move up the corporate ladder. In fact, they already had some son of
someone or other slated to be the next VP. This angered Sheri very much.
Until last night though, there was nothing she could do.
Sheri dialed the intercom number that led to Jo's desk. "Jo? How was your
weekend? Great. I made the most amazing discovery. Listen, can you come
here for a few minutes? I've got something I'd like you to do."
Jo sat on Sheri's desk as Sheri laid out her amazing tale. "And that's the
truth."
"Wow," Jo added sarcastically.
"Don't humor me. I can prove it."
"Really?"
"Yep." Sheri reached down and slid Tony off her foot. "Here, try this on. If
you don't feel. . . amazingly invigorated, then you don't have to believe me."
Sheri held the shoe in her hand.
Jo looked at Sheri and smiled. "Ok, I'll play along." Jo slipped off her shoe
and slid into Sheri's shoe. Immediately, she felt a rush of heat throughout her
body. "Oh my! That's fantastic."
"Do you believe me?"
"Do I ever!" Jo hopped up and down on the shoe. "Wow, the feelings you
get change. When I jumped, I felt more haggard. This is amazing." Jo
smiled. "So what do you want me to do?"
"I want to humiliate Tony in as many ways as possible before I turn him back
- if I turn him back. I've got some dresses he goes so well with, so I might
just keep him. I'd like you to take him home and do that thing you tell me
about Hank. In exchange, I'll give you two shoes just like Tony that you can
keep forever. I can even turn Hank into something if you'd like."
"You can do things to Hank?"
"Yep, anything. You name it."
"Ok. Here's the deal. I'll have Hank do his thing for Tony. Then I'll bring
Hank to your place for 'the treatment.' Then I, I guess I can be talked into
accepting two shoes like this." Jo batted her eyes to look coy.
"Deal!" The girls giggled. Jo left, wearing Tony.
The four males looked up at Sheri as she entered the office. She was the last
person they expected to see here. Randle spoke first, as if he spoke to a child,
"What can we do for you kiddo?"
"You can give me what I've earned."
"And what would that be?" asked Murphy in a laugh.
"Make me the division president." The guys laughed. Conrad nearly fell out
of his chair laughing - he was overacting. Sheri held up her ring and they saw
the first flash.
Tony lay on the floor of Jo's bedroom. Her feet had been much stinkier than
Sheri's. The fact that he didn't care much for her, and that Sheri had shared
his humiliation with him, made this all the worse. Tony even felt a bit of
terror that Sheri abandoned him to Jo. He didn't want to spend the rest of his
life as her toy. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not only did he not have
any eyes to cry from, the constant stimulation made it impossible for him to
concentrate long enough to feel much.
Tony's thinking was interrupted when a manicured hand picked him up off
the carpet and slowly began stroked him. He heard Jo say, "that's good, a
little more." Jo certainly had a softer touch than Sheri. If only he could
ejaculate and end his agony! Thank God she didn't have the ring and,
therefore, couldn't hear his thoughts. "Ok, now kiss my little shoe and then
slip him on."
Slowly, Tony felt her hands press him to her lips. Then he heard a voice he
recognized as his poker buddy Hank's, "Yes mistress." It was Hank's
manicured hand that held him! and Hank's painted lips that kissed him!
Tony tried to yell out, "No Hank! It's me!" But Hank couldn't hear him.
Tony wondered, what could Hank possibly do with a woman's high heeled
shoe? Tony felt confused. "Please Hank, don't slip into this shoe!" Before he
could solve this riddle, something horrible happened. Tony felt Hank's penis
ram into the open toe of the shoe, him. It felt like Hank was simultaneously
ramming his penis down Tony's mouth, choking him, and ramming a one
foot diameter pole through his body. What made this even worse was that
Tony could smell it and taste it as well; he had no choice.
Tony screamed, but no one heard him. He cried, but no tears came. He
choked and he choked and he choked. Tony wanted to vomit, but couldn't.
Hank continued endlessly to ram his penis in and out. Then Tony felt Jo slide
her foot into the shoe and grab Hank's penis between her toes. She shook the
shoe back and forth, squishing Hank's penis hard against Tony.
Finally Hank burst semen all over Tony. Jo pulled out her foot and made
Hank lick it clean. Tony had never been so humiliated, but it got worse.
Hank not only did not wipe Tony off, Hank slid his nylon covered foot into
Tony right on top of his mess. Now Tony felt everything he'd felt with
Sheri's foot only from Hank. He also tasted and smelled all the same
disgusting things. Tony became a broken man. He would do anything Sheri
wanted for the rest of his life, if only she'd save him.
For the next eternity, Jo made Hank slide in and out of Tony as well as
perform all sorts of sexual acts on her. At one point she made Hank slip Tony
onto her foot and then lick her foot and Tony clean. Then Jo wore him in the
shower. She told Hank, "I love the feeling I get from this shoe. I'm going to
wear it all the time from now on."
Tony's suffering continued unabated for hours until he heard a voice he
remembered well. "How's my little Tony doing?" Sheri rubbed her foot
along the outside of the shoe Jo wore.
"He was magnificent, wasn't he dear?"
"Yes mistress."
"That is so cute, how long has Hank been doing this?"
"Ever since our second date."
"That's great. Well anyways, here's the shoes I promised you. You can
either have the basic black pumps or the silver sandals. I could try and change
the color and style if you'd like, but I haven't fully figured this thing out yet."
"We'll take the sandals. Hank and I like shoes that show a lot of toe, don't
we dear." Jo giggled at her little inside joke. Jo reached down and slid Tony
off her foot. Then she slid into the new sandals. "Ooo, these are nice. Who
made these?
"I call this one Conrad. I call this Murphy."
"Oh my God! You didn't did you?"
"Only three of them. When Wilson saw what happened to the other two, he
agreed quickly to my demands. Still, I turned him into a cork wedge heeled
sandal for a few minutes to show him I meant business. He saw the light.
Meet the new president of Data Tech Sys!" The two women giggled. "I'll be
looking for a new junior VP, are you interested? It comes with a huge raise."
"Sure! That's perfect."
"So what do you want me to do with. . . you know."
"Well, I'll tell you what I want. We've long had this fantasy where Hank
shrinks down to two inches tall. Of course we never thought that was
possible. But now it is. He's really quite willing!"
Sheri looked at the man in the maid's costume. He smiled gleefully. She
raised her hand, the ring flashed, and Hank started shrinking. The two
women watched excited as Hank started to vibrate. Then he got shorter and
shorter. Soon the skirt on the maid's costume, which had been three feet
above the ground, hit the ground. The whole maid costume fell off him into a
pile at his feet. Hank vanished into the pile. Jo got up and headed over to the
pile. She pulled the costume off the pile. Standing in one of the high heeled
shoes was her husband Hank, a two inch tall man. Jo picked up the shoe,
with Hank in it and returned to the table.
"This is perfect." Jo lifted Hank out of the shoe with her fingers and looked
at his naked body. "This is better than I ever figured. He's so cute!" Jo went
to set him back down on the table. "Wait, I've got an idea." Jo picked Tony
up off the floor and set him on the table. Then she placed Hank inside Tony.
"Friends should stick together right?" For Tony, this felt like someone had
rolled him up into a ball, opened his rear by six inches with a car jack, and
placed a doll in the hole. Tony felt vulnerable and exposed.
Hank felt great. He loved the idea of being so small. He couldn't wait to rub
himself against Jo's feet and breasts, to climb into her vagina, and to go play
among her shoes. "This is wonderful honey! Can I go to your closet and play
with your shoes first?"
"Hank, don't give me orders. I'm the one giving orders."
"Please, Mistress. I don't want to waste any time."
"Don't worry about time Hank, this change is permanent."
"But my job!" Hank hadn't thought about this. He just assumed he would be
made normal again after the weekend. This was about to turn from a fantasy
to a horror.
"Weren't you paying attention? Sheri gave me a huge raise. We don't need
your paycheck anymore. From now on, you're going to be my doll."
Sheri drove home with Tony on one foot and her former boss on the other.
The fourth shoe, since she returned the division president to normal after
giving him a taste of what waited in store for him if he didn't make her the
division president, was once a pushy young fraternity boy who planned to
take the promotion she was entitled to. He sat on the seat next to her. At
home, Sheri masturbated with Tony one more time. Finally, she spoke.
"Honey, I can sense how helpless and submissive you are now. I'm going to
turn you back into you. But there are conditions. First, from now on I am
your mistress. No matter what the decision is, you first ask me for
permission. I mean everything - what you make me for dinner, when you go
to the bathroom, what you wear, etc. The second condition, well, it's more
of a fact; is that I'm going to return you to normal except you will be six
inches smaller than me. I like the idea of being bigger than you. But don't
worry, you're going to make up some of that lost height by wearing these
two shoes all the time. Unless I say otherwise, from now on you will wear
these two shoes. Do you agree? Of course you do." Sheri pointed her finger
at her shoe.
Everyone was surprised that the division president would willingly step aside
and give Sheri his job, he was a confirmed sexist after all. They were
surprised, but not unhappy. The women in the office noticed that things got
better for them right away. The guys became a little meeker. No one knew
where the prior Vps had gone and they didn't care. Within a year, they were
nothing but a distant memory. In that year, Jo moved up rapidly to the
number two spot. She was now the former division president's boss.
Apparently, he couldn't take the humiliation because he quit shortly
thereafter. Then he left his wife, who didn't seem to miss him. In fact, those
who knew her said that she had a new spring in her step.
Sheri came home from work to find Tony putting the finishing touches on
dinner. She grabbed her small husband, he now stood only 4' 8" and
weighed less than 100 pounds, and pulled him to her. "How are the boys
doing?"
Tony smiled, tapping his heels against the wooden floor. "They're just fine."
The End
Nanette
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