I looked up at Brooke and Zoey, each of them staring down at me with evil in their eyes.
“Did you have a plan for him?” Zoey asked, her bare toes flicking over my surface, pushing my cloth around as if they were a spatula shifting eggs in a hot skillet. I could smell the full day’s activity on her foot, the stank of the mud bath not fully washed off.
“I’m not sure exactly,” Brooke smirked, tilting her head and looking down at me. “I mean I have a lot of ideas, but I’m just not sure where to start…”
“Let me take over then, I have something,” Zoey said with a smile. “But first, sit down and put your feet up, babe.”
Her final word caught me off-guard. Zoey called Brooke babe? Were they dating? I hadn’t known Brooke to be bisexual. She pushed for a threesome when we were dating, but it was with another man.
Brooke looked at Zoey and smiled sweetly, then leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
“If I must…” Brooke said, her voice playful and sweet. Even in the terror of my uncertain future, I could detect the love in their interaction. If I saw these two from a safe distance, I would be truly happy for them.
Pulling back from the kiss, Brooke walked away toward the couch and moved out of my line of sight. Zoey took her foot off me and squatted down next to me in the standard female knees-together squat. She took a hold of me and stood. Giving me a playful, and severely uncomfortable stretch, she turned and moved to join Brooke, who I could now see was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the ottoman in front of her.
Brooke looked at us with a smile, but a sweet smile that anticipated attention from her lover rather than the evil smile of upcoming revenge. Zoey stopped opposite the ottoman and lowered herself down, sitting on the floor with Brooke’s feet right in her face.
“You said Nick hated feet right?” Zoey said with a sly smile.
“Yes…” Brooke started, her voice betraying her confusion and anticipation. “He only ever agreed to give me foot rubs right after I showered… what a loser.”
Zoey smiled her acknowledgement and raised me up. Keeping eye contact with Brooke, she spread out a part of me between her hands, bringing me closer and closer to her lover’s naked feet. My whole body rejected what was happening, the smell of her feet already invading my senses. But Zoey didn’t stop, instead pressing Brooke’s toes into my fabric. I retched in my head, the smell and feel of the gross feet taking over all other sensation.
“Oh you’re so bad…” Brooke teased, wiggling her toes as Zoey wrapped my body around her foot, sole, bridge, and all. While it was only a comparatively small part of me that was in contact with her foot, it might as well have been all of it. The dirty feeling, and of course the smell, was strong enough that I could barely even feel the rest of me.
Zoey took a firm hold of Brooke’s foot through me and her thumbs started to massage her soles, pressing me that much harder into her. I could feel every contour of her skin. Thankfully, since she had a pedicure this morning, her feet were relatively soft and lacked the hard, dry skin that would no doubt have been present otherwise.
Brooke moaned above me and laid her head back on, her body going limp.
“God I really needed this,” she sighed. “I know it was a relaxing day, but this is just… just perfect.”
“So… how does it feel?” Zoey leaned in until her lips were barely an inch from me and whispered so only I could hear her. Her fingers ran over me, pressing me between Brooke’s toes, bringing a whole new smell and grittiness. “Does it suck being pressed between her dirty, sweaty, nasty toes?”
It was hard to see her expression with her face so close, but even from that little glimpse, I could see the hate on her face. This wasn’t the bully expressions from earlier, it was pure, unadulterated hatred. A chill ran through me. I had never seen this kind of hate directed at me.
“I heard all about you,” Zoey continued uninterrupted, her hands pressing harder into Brooke’s foot, furthering my torture as she spoke. “No one treats my baby like that. I will make sure you suffer.”
“You say something?” Brooke asked from above us.
“No, you just lay back and relax,” Zoey spoke up in a playful voice. Shortly after that, she took her hands off me and gathered up another handful of my cloth. Without removing me she wrapped another part of me around Brooke’s other foot.
“You take such good care of me…” Brooke sighed.
After a few minutes of Zoey rubbing Brooke’s other foot, an inspired look came across her face.
“Alright, get up, I have a new idea,” Zoey said, standing and giving Brooke’s foot a playful slap as she pulled me away from her feet. “Get naked and wait in the bedroom babe.”
“Ooh, well, don’t let me get in the way of that!” Brooke winked, standing up and walking off toward the bedroom. Zoey winked at her and picked up Brooke’s phone. My ex smiled and walked off to the bedroom with a bounce in her step.
Zoey stood over me and aimed the phone down without hesitation or delay. I felt myself shift again, getting smaller, though without changing my shape too significantly. When it was done, I was small. Still clothing, but smaller, thinner. Zoey scooped me up and followed behind Brooke.
When Zoey stepped through the door to the bedroom, my ex-girlfriend was laying on the bed, naked as the day she was born. Zoey looked her up and down before tossing me toward her. I floated through the air, panicking at the feeling of free-fall without the ability to catch myself or brace for impact.
“Put those on, I need to get into something more comfortable,” Zoey winked and stepped away. Brooke sat up and plucked me off the bed, holding me up to get a look. She smiled when she saw what I had become. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, realizing that I was now a pair of purple panties. Seeing how these two had been with each other so far, I figured what was about to happen next.
“Oh Nick, Zoey picked such a cute form for you!” Brooke said in a cute but devious tone. “I’ve been waiting so long to get back at you for what you did to me. But I was figuring maybe I would get you fired, or break up whatever relationship you ended up in… I could never have thought that you would fall into my lap like this. I mean I never thought of transforming you! This is so much better than anything I came up with! I have enough plans for you to last for months!”
Any hope that I was holding onto that she would let me go disappeared in that moment. I knew she was crazy and knew that she was going to keep me like this for a while, but months? She promised Carley that I would be human again when we get to the new house…
“You’re not wearing your present?” Zoey’s voice interrupted.
Brooke and I both looked over to the door, seeing her standing there, one hand up on the door frame. She was wearing a sky-blue matching strappy bra and panties, with matching garter belts. If it had been white, I would have thought this was her wedding night.
“Oh shit…” Brooke trailed off. She quickly shifted her position, raising her legs off the bed and lowering me quickly over her feet. Brooke raised her hips and pulled me up her legs, settling me around her hips. Thankfully I wasn’t a thong so I sat high on her cheeks, the front part of my body settling down across her pussy lips. It felt like when Maya was wearing me as a swimsuit, but now I wasn’t pressed quite so tightly against her.
“There! Perfect!” Brooke said, striking a pose on her side, one hand on her hip.
“So lay back, tonight is all about you…” Zoey said in a sultry voice, walking over to the bed, crossing her feet over each other to swing her hips. Brooke giggled and lay on her back, spreading her knees enticingly.
Zoey walked to the end of the bed and crawled up between Brooke’s legs, laying down on her stomach with her head hovering right over me, propping herself up with her elbows.
“So how does it feel?” Zoey taunted me, running a finger over my cloth at Brooke’s hip. “How does it feel to be nothing but a scrap of cloth over such a sexy pussy? And to think, you had this all to yourself and you gave it up…”
Brooke moaned subtly and shifted her legs, clearly enjoying her lover’s touch. I instinctively directed my vision away from Zoey, humiliated. Somehow this was worse than before since now Zoey wasn’t trying to hide her words from Brooke.
“He better appreciate it,” Brooke said, bringing her hand down to stroke me at her other hip. “And I hope, for his sake, that he likes it, because he’ll never be anything other than our little plaything…”
Zoey playfully slapped Brooke’s hand away from me.
“No, your pleasure’s on me today,” Zoey said, shaking her finger at Brooke in the ‘no-no-no’ gesture.
“If you insist,” Brooke said slyly and put her hand at her side.
Zoey leaned down to me and pressed her lips into Brooke’s pussy, through me. Brooke gave a start and shifted her hips subtly at the pleasure. I could feel moisture building up on both sides of me, from both girls. Zoey’s lips spread and her tongue slipped out, pressing into me and sliding up toward Brooke’s clit. At the same time, Zoey’s finger slipped under me at Brooke’s hip and spun, twisting me around her digit. I felt my body being pulled and wrapped up, sending confusing waves of discomfort through me.
Brooke’s breath came in ragged bursts as Zoey’s tongue and lips worked away at her, her saliva soaking into me, the feeling and smell of it becoming impossible to ignore. After a moment, she pulled back.
“You’re nothing you little worm, only fit to serve your betters,” Zoey hissed at me before taking a long lick across my surface, starting at the bottom of Brooke’s slit and only pulled away after she crossed over her clit. Her finger twisted more of me around itself, pulling and stretching me more and more. Zoey’s efforts started to shift me off of Brooke’s ass, part of me slipping down between her cheeks.
“You will only ever be what we choose for you,” Zoey continued. She again licked me, going from side to side this time. When she reached Brooke’s skin, she pressed against me and took my hem between her teeth. Biting down hard on me, she pulled me away from Brooke’s body. I felt her warm skin pull away as my body was stretched even more. I quickly turned into a thong behind Brooke, her cheeks swallowing me up completely.
Suddenly the sound of a knock on the door interrupted them. Zoey’s teeth let go of me and I snapped quickly back onto Brooke’s lips. Both Brooke and Zoey craned their heads toward the door, but didn’t say anything.
“Brooke?” Carley’s voice came through the door. “Brooke, um… can I… get Nick?”
Zoey smirked, looking up to Brooke. My ex smiled, shook her head and raised her finger across her lips in the ‘be quiet’ signal.
I screamed to myself. Carley must have changed her mind and came to get me! But Zoey and Brooke were ignoring her!
Carely knocked again.
“Brooke?” she asked again, but both of my tormentors simply smirked and refused to respond.
After a moment, I heard a phone buzz. Brooke grabbed her phone from the night stand, looked at it and smiled. She showed the screen to Zoey, but they both stayed quiet. I could read Carley’s message, it said: ‘It’s stupid for me to be mad at Nick, can I get him for the night? I don’t care what you turn him into.’
Zoey laughed silently at the message, Brooke joining her. Brooke set the phone down on the bed next to us, not responding to the message. After a moment of quiet, Zoey carefully climbed off the bed and tip-toed across to the door, looking through the peephole.
“She’s gone!” Zoey turned around with a smile.
“Well get your face back in there, then!” Brooke rotated her hips to accentuate me and her pussy.
In a moment, Zoey was back in place between her legs, running a finger over me.
“It’s too bad your white knight couldn’t save you,” she teased. While she talked, she took a handful of me front and center on Brooke’s hips. “You’ll have to get used to that, there is nothing to save you now.”
To accentuate her words and my helplessness, she pulled up on me, shifting me back and forth slowly, working my cloth between my wearer’s lips. I smelled and felt her arousal soaking through me, adding to the cocktail of smells assaulting my senses. Brooke moaned and shifted her hips, my body apparently stimulating her clit.
“You will only ever be what we decide,” Zoey reiterated as she pressed her pointer finger past me and into Brooke’s hungry vagina. Brooke sucked in a breath and grunted her pleasure. Zoey wasn’t done, her middle finger also pressing into her on the other side of my fabric. As she slowly started to finger-fuck her lover, I found myself pulled inside of her, trapped between Zoey’s fingers.
Brooke gave into her carnal pleasure, shifting, humping, and moaning, Zoey’s fingers working faster and faster. Her efforts slipped me further into Brooke’s ass, and as she started to sweat from the exertion, I could smell and feel that too.
Before I knew it, Brooke was shuddering and screaming beneath me, her muscles tensing up around Zoey’s fingers and my body. After a few more thrusts, Zoey slipped her finger out of her lover, leaned down, and gave me a kiss right over Brooke’s clit.
“Did you want to take him off before we go to bed?” Zoey asked as she took a hold of me and used me to wipe Brooke’s arousal off her fingers.
“Nah,” Brooke said with a sigh. “I have to wear something to bed, right?”
“Well not really… I wasn’t planning on it…” Zoey responded, finally leaving me alone. It was going to be a long night…