Trip
The sun streamed into Violet's room through the cracks around the window shade. I slowly started to wake up and take stock of my surroundings. I had hoped that yesterday was a bad dream, but the fact that I couldn’t move drove home the harsh truth that it wasn’t. I was still wrapped around Violet's leg as her thigh-high sock.
I recalled what happened last night. After my transformation had been hijacked, Violet had shown Carley to the room she would be staying in, off the laundry room in the basement. Violet had casually helped her get settled in, all while wearing me.
The time went quickly, my mind was still reeling from the revelation that I was going to be transformed for at least three days instead of the two hours it was supposed to be. The constant movement of Violet's leg inside me didn’t help. Every step pulled and stretched me in truly mind-bending ways.
Coming back to the moment, I looked around the room and realized that the only reason I could see at all was because Violet's leg had worked its way out of the blanket. The smell and feel of her skin pretty clearly betrayed the fact that it hadn’t been washed in a full twenty-four hours. While it wasn’t exactly disgusting, the subtle tang of sweat and grime was impossible to ignore. And since I was pressed tightly into every inch of her leg from mid-thigh down to her foot, there was a lot of skin.
Violet shifted and sat up, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. It was at this point that I got a good look at her, realizing she was still wearing only a pair of panties and a tight, belly-baring tank top, her bar-pierced nipples very visible through the thin blue fabric. A wave of arousal swept through me seeing her like this. Violet stretched her arms up over her head with a huge yawn, then looked down at me with a confused look.
“Why did I wear my socks to bed…?” she started, though she trailed off, her eyes narrowing and her neck craning down toward me as if trying to read something.
“Hello, my name is Nick…?” she muttered under her breath, apparently reading the small nametag that the Transform-It had added to my sock body and smiled. “Oh yeah! Morning Nick!” she waved cutely at me, which only managed to deepen my humiliation.
Violet stood up, again putting her full weight on me. She bounced on her toes happily as she walked out into the hallway, passing Hannah, wearing only a towel wrapped around her and another wrapped around her hair. A shiver ran through me again as arousal and humiliation gripped me simultaneously. That dirty feeling of spying on these girls could not be ignored.
“Mornin’ Vi, morning Nick!” Hannah waved at us as we passed. The hot shiver of humiliation ran through me.
Violet walked into the bathroom, the soft carpet giving way to hard tile, which only managed to press me even harder into her fragrant foot. Violet hummed to herself as pushed the door behind her, leaving it open by a crack. I watched in shock as she stepped over to the toilet and reached up to her hips.
She wasn’t doing what I think she is, right? My intuition proved true as Violet started to slip her panties down her legs. I couldn’t help but stare up at her now bare, clean-shaven vagina. The shock of what I was about to witness was only matched by the arousal that gripped me at the very close up view of her sex. It wasn’t lost on me that her underwear, well-worn and fragrant, were sitting on my body at her feet. I shuddered, not sure if I liked it or hated it.
Violet sat down on the toilet and just as I started to hear the sound of liquid splashing into the toilet, the door started to swing open. As it reached about half-open, Carley’s face came into view.
“Oh shit, sorry!” Carley practically screamed. She immediately pulled back, stepping out of the door frame.
“No problem, we’re sisters now…kinda,” Violet responded, seemingly not phased at all.
As Carley was leaving, she paused, looking back to Violet, her eyes landing directly on me. She furrowed her brow, glancing up to Violet before she pulled the door closed.
“Look at that, the first day living here and she’s already trying to sneak a peek at my business,” Violet laughed at her own joke as the splashing sound came to a stop. She grabbed up some toilet paper and wiped herself, then stood and flushed.
Though instead of pulling her underwear back up, she kicked them off instead, crossing to the shower and starting the water. I was left with a view of her naked snatch as she shifted her weight back and forth, humming as the water got up to temperature. I tried not to look, but quite frankly, it was the only good thing about my existence currently, and I couldn’t help myself.
As steam started to fill the room, Violet pulled her tank top off over her head, her pleasantly perky tits bouncing free. She leaned over forward, making her chest hang freely as she pulled me down her leg. Once I was clear, she tossed me onto the ground, where I landed next to her underwear. I once again could smell the worn garment. Her other sock landed next to me and Violet stepped into the shower.
I was left there for a while, though it couldn’t have been as long as it felt. Eventually, Violet stepped out of the shower, the water dripping off her incredible body. She winked down at me and wrapped a towel around herself. Leaning down and scooping me up, she went back to her room.
After she dropped me and the pile of her clothes on her bed, she sat down in front of the mirror on her makeup vanity. I lay abandoned on the bed for forty-seven minutes while she applied makeup and pulled her hair back up in the high bun that she wore yesterday. And I knew exactly how long it was because I could see her alarm clock from where I was and there was very little to do in my condition.
When Violet was apparently satisfied, she dropped her towel and crossed to her dresser. I made a note that the door to the hallway was still half-open, with Violet standing fully nude within full view. She pulled a purple thong from the drawer and pulled it on, the cloth disappearing into the crack of her ass. Next was a matching bralette that she snuggled over her tits. Crossing to her closet, she pulled on a black miniskirt and a black shirt with the smile from the band Disturbed on it.
Now fully dressed, she picked up her towel and left the room, leaving me sitting alone. I was there for two hours and seventeen minutes, with only the occasional sound through the half-open door as one of the girls walked past. Finally, the door pushed open and Violet walked in. Ignoring me, she retrieved a rolling suitcase from the closet and left with it.
After seven minutes, she returned and stood over me.
“Ready to go?” she asked me in a bubbly voice. Of course I couldn’t respond, but her casual tone was humiliating, highlighting and dismissing my helplessness at her hands.
Without hesitation, she sat down on the bed next to me and picked me up. Just like before, I felt myself spreading out over her leg. Stretched out as I was now, I became aware that the sweat and funk of her sweat still lingered on me from the day before. At least now her skin was clean.
A jolt of discomfort ran through me as her toes hit the bottom of my body and she continued to pull, seating me up onto her thigh. She gave me a pat like I was a dog on her lap and pulled the other sock on next to me.
They said the drive was two days, and while I doubted that they were going to drive for two days straight, that meant they were going to be in the car for a long time. Was Violet going to wear me that whole time? Even in the short span of being worn yesterday, the smell and feel of her sweat was disgusting. How is it going to feel after a whole day?
My thought process was interrupted as Violet leaned forward, her arm reaching under the bed. Even from down here next to her feet I couldn’t see what she was reaching for. But then she pulled it out and a chill ran through me. She had in her hand a black platform boot. At first it looked like it had a black train attached to it like a wedding dress would have, but then I realized what I was looking at. It was a knee-high, and the train was actually the top part of the boot that, in its unzipped state, flopped down behind the heel.
This boot was for the opposite leg that I was currently attached to, so she put it down next to her foot, but even from here I could catch a whiff of sweaty boot smell. Oh shit. Not only trapped on a foot for a whole day, but trapped inside a rank boot all day.
I watched, almost in slow motion as she stepped into her footwear and zipped it up, the long zipper extended up her shin until just below her knee. When she finished zipping it, she let out an almost sexual sigh.
“God I missed these. You know I used to keep ‘em in the front closet with the rest of the shoes, but the girls threatened to burn them if I didn’t take them out,” Violet casually chatted with me as she reached down and fished out my boot. “I mean sure, they don’t smell like roses, they are boots after all. But are they really THAT bad?”
She placed the boot on the ground next to me and the wall of stink emanating from it hit me like a truck. I screamed to myself, the panic just bouncing off the walls of my mind as Violet lifted her foot up into the air and pressed me down. The second her toes entered into the shoe, my senses became overwhelmed by the stale foot stink. My mind rejected what was happening, but had no recourse to prevent it. Her heel popped into the boot and the heat from her body immediately seemed to jump up several degrees.
Violet’s hand reached down and took a hold of the zipper. More and more of my world grew dark as she pulled it up her leg. Every inch seemed to increase the heat and smell.
With a satisfied smile, Violet stood and stepped away from the bed. Again I felt the weight of her body on me. This time, now that I was being pressed into the sole of her boot, the pressure wasn’t as bad as the hard floor. Though I would never have traded the floor for the stink and heat of my current situation.
Violet walked out to the living room, where the rest of the girls were gathered.
“Oh look, she’s wearing the paint-peelers again,” Luna joked, pointing down at Violet’s feet.
“Haven’t worn those in a while, Vi,” Hanna chimed in.
Carley was there too, and she looked over to see what they were talking about. A worried expression crossed her face as she saw me.
“Yeah,” Violet responded, planting the toe of the boot that was wrapped around me and twisting her leg to give a better view to the assembled girls. “When I lost one of these socks, I just didn’t have anything good to wear them with! So thanks for lending me your boyfriend, Carley!”
“Huh?” Carley seemed to snap to reality. “Sure… is he okay like that?”
Now that I was out in the open, maybe Carley could rescue me from this hell. Somehow the stink and heat were already way worse than just a moment ago, the few steps from Violet’s room seemed to make my prison that much worse.
“Oh, he’ll be fine!” Brooke waved off. “It’s only a couple days until he can be human again!”
I somehow doubted that Brooke was going to let that happen, but it seemed to placate Carley for the moment. She still didn’t look happy, but she fell silent.
“I mean he probably isn’t enjoying the smell…” Maya laughed.
Carley’s brow furrowed at those words, as if the idea of boots generating a bad smell had only just occurred to her.
“Well let’s get going already!” Brooke interrupted. “Luna’s little beauty routine already put us nearly an hour behind schedule.”
“Yep, everyone into the mom-mobile!” Zoey announced and headed into the kitchen.
Carley glanced down at me and frowned, then looked up at my wearer. Above me, Violet gave her a cheeky smile and waved her arm out in the ‘after you’ gesture. Carely turned and walked after the other girls. Violet followed behind, again stepping on me repeatedly.
Once we got into the kitchen, I could see the other girls disappearing through a door on the far side of the room. Violet crossed the room and stepped through the door, revealing what Zoey had called the ‘mom-mobile.’
Sitting in the middle of the high-ceiling garage was a minivan with one of those space-ship looking roof storage units. Doing a quick count in my head, there were seven girls, so they must have needed the extra storage on top to handle all of the luggage.
“Violet gets a middle seat, I’m not cramming in the back with those stink-blasters on her feet,” Luna spoke up. The other girls laughed, maybe a bit harder than was truly called for. Carley just frowned again.
And once again, humiliation burned through me. Being casually laughed at while in this stinky hell was just rubbing salt in the wound.
Moments later they all climbed in, Brooke in the driver seat, Zoey up front with her, Violet and Carley in the middle, leaving Hanna, Maya, and Luna in the back. From my position I couldn’t see much, I could see Carley next to me and Violet above, but I could barely see out the windows. All I would see was trees and sky as we drove. I silently hoped the AC worked, it was already pretty hot in Violet’s boots. And they were certainly living up to the names the other girls had for them. The stink was overpowering.
“Alright let’s get going,” Brooke said to the group as they all buckled their seatbelts. She turned to Zoey. “You have the navigation up?”
“Yeah, I got it, Hotel Santiago on State Park road, seven hours and thirty five minutes. Head toward the freeway.”
“Hotel?” Carley spoke up as they started to pull out. “We aren’t going right to the chapter house?”
“Girl, it’s a two-day drive, ain’t nobody want to be in the car that long,” Brooke responded.
“Well if we're in here for seven hours, I’m taking my boots off,” Violet started, her hand going to the zipper on my boot.
“NO!” the others, except Carley shouted in response.
“I will glue that boot to your leg if you try to take it off!” Luna threatened from the back seat.
Violet laughed and I silently cursed, settling in for a long and smelly trip.
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