[RE-UPLOAD]

[Female TF, Body Part TF, Animal TF, Mental TF]

[CW: Non-con, Forced]

More importantly, Matt would be there.

That was enough to get Kristen to go to class, but not until the two had their fun and missed half of the lecture. The girls walked together, holding each other’s foothand with their own. With toes entwined together, they used their free foothand to straighten the “just had sex” hair they sported.

The girls walked into their lecture and the room fell silent. The professor just groaned and sat down at his desk. “Ladies, just because you decided to… enjoy your morning doesn’t mean you needed to interrupt my class to announce it.” Elizabeth and Kristen froze, watching his response. “Well, you’re here now, take a seat so we can get on with the lesson.”

The sockgirls crept to the back of the room and sat in their normal desks as the professor resumed his lecture before they even sat down. None of the students paid the girls much mind beyond the odd glance. The girls’ desks were right next to Matt, and even he didn’t seem to pay much attention. Kristen pulled out her notebook and pen, slipping the writing utensil between her sockified digits.

<<Do they not see that we’re covered in socks? Or that I don’t have a mouth?>>

Elizabeth glanced over at the scrawled message and discretely shook her head no.

<<I noticed when you came into my room that you changed. Why?>> Kristen had underlined the final word, and raised an eyebrow at her friend.

In response Elizabeth merely shrugged, pondering the question herself. Maybe it had to do with her wanting to show Kristen? Or maybe it was something else. That was beside the point though, they came here with a mission: they needed to get Matt and take him home.

As far as Matt noticed, these two girls were always a little odd, but the only readily evident change he could discern was that apparently the girls had a bisexual streak or something of the sort, and found each other attractive.

That would have been all Matt would have cared to think about the situation. Until he felt something against his back, and almost impossibly short fingers massaging his shoulder. Matt turned and looked to his right where Elizabeth was sitting and saw that she was the one rubbing his back. He blushed red and rolled his shoulders slightly, turning back to face the front of the room.

Matt nearly cried out quite suddenly, resorting to hiding his head behind his textbook and covering his mouth with his hand. He looked over at Elizabeth again as if to demand an answer to a simple question: “Why is your foothand down my pants?!”

Elizabeth, for her part, leaned in and grinned at the awkward boy, silently asserting herself as the powerful mistress she viewed herself as. As she moved out of the way, Kristen was able to lock eyes with Matt, who became increasingly transfixed by the girl currently working a pen between the toes on her face where her mouth should be. The pen wove its way through the wiggling line of digits, twirling and ebbing back and forth, making Matt imagine for a moment what that would feel like on his own member.

The resulting blush from his daydreaming was almost as brightly red as the stripes adorning the bodies of the sockgirls. It was only the bell that saved Matt before his imagination could delve into the depths of this footjob fantasy, and he made his way out of the class along with the rushing tide of students to the frustration of their suddenly ignored teacher.

Elizabeth looped her arm under Kristen’s and forged her own path amongst the bodies to keep up with Matt. No matter what, she was not missing this chance to take him home. No matter what, he was going to end up as one of them, sockified and subservient to Mistress Elizabeth. No matter what, the girls were going to delight in the hottest guy at school, and no one would stop them…

No one, it would seem, except Matt’s girlfriend. Matt managed to sidestep the traffic of students negotiating the hallways, and approached the girl standing next to the wall waiting for him. The pair embraced with vigor, holding and kissing each other while the sockgirls stood awkwardly nearby.

“Jessica… Mmm… I’m so glad you’re here.” Matt said to his girlfriend with a smile, his awkward blush from the classroom quickly fading.

“Hey baby, That was… everything ok?” Matt’s girlfriend, Jessica as it seemed, started chatting with her boyfriend as the two started to walk hand in hand to their next class.

Matt nodded to his girlfriend eagerly, leaning in to whisper into his ear. “Let’s just… Well… I was thinking we should go out on a date tonight, and go back to my place. I was wondering if you could do this thing with your feet…” Matt trailed off as he got further away from the sockgirls, becoming harder to hear over the din of the students.

Elizabeth stood silently, clenching and unclenching her toefingers in blinding rage. She stared after the pair until they vanished around a corner, memorizing the details of this opposing woman. Her raven black hair was kept straight as an arrow and down to her mid back. Her makeup was subtle but exclusively black to contrast with her white skin. Between her makeup, hair, and the septum ring she wore, Jessica seemed to be a pretty attractive goth girl, or at least one that was into that scene.

Elizabeth stormed off, with Kristen rushing to keep up. Elizabeth seemed to be following a winding path and Kristen had no time to pay attention to street signs or businesses as Elizabeth worked her way off campus into the surrounding shops. It was her lack of awareness that caused her to almost run into Elizabeth as the pair came to an abrupt halt outside a quaint little shop.

“This bitch is going to get what's coming to her…” Elizabeth looked over at Kristen, and gestured a foothand at the sign over the door. She pushed in to the store and called back over her shoulder, “Something in here is going to do the trick. It worked for us before, it'll do what we need now.”

It dawned on Kristen exactly where they were. This was Kings Drive. A small little shop run by an old man. This was the magic shop, and that only meant one thing: Elizabeth didn't just want to take Matt away from Jessica; they were going to change Jessica using something from this shop.

Kristen hurried into the storefront after her mistress and looked around. The place was as strange and eclectic as Elizabeth had described previously. Everything from clothes to furniture, decorations to costumes, toys to games and more—this store was littered with anything imaginable. It took a moment for her to snap out of the trance she was in from the sheer awe of the store before Kristen found Elizabeth talking to the shopkeeper behind the register.

“So, I see you've figured out some of what the socks can do, huh?”

Elizabeth shrugged and put her foothands on the counter. Her anger and her desire to punish Jessica left her irritated with the shopkeeper for talking about her changes. “That's not-”

“Oh, my, what do we have here…” The old man cut off Elizabeth as she started to talk. He took hold of one of her foothands, turning it back and forth in his grip. “Interesting, normally the socks shouldn't do this. Everything from the wrist down is an anatomical copy of your feet, by the looks of it. And that girl there, even her mouth has been replaced by another foot. How…”

The shopkeeper paused for a moment as he looked back and forth at the two girls. Kristen awkwardly waved at the man, having never met him before, her toefingers wiggling pleasantly. The old man laughed and waved back in response, setting down Elizabeth's foothand gently. “The socks must have been able to tell how much you girls liked your feet. Kind of a common occurrence with the magic in my store, no surprise there I suppose. So, what brings you girls in?”

Elizabeth could hardly restrain her anger from creeping into her voice as she answered the old man. “This… This fucking bitch. There’s a guy I like. He’s hot and smart and just everything I want, but he’s dating this fucking cow! I want to punish her for thinking she could keep him, when there’s a real woman—a goddess like me!”

Attempting to quell Elizabeth’s anger, Kristen walked up to Elizabeth and started massaging her lover’s back, using her toefingers to curl and work through the woven texture of Elizabeth’s back. The old man, to his own credit, hardly flinched and just watched the outburst of the girl in front of him.

“So, you want to punish this ‘cow’ as you called her... I assume by changing her with something from here?” Elizabeth nodded, her fabricified eyes locked with the old man’s. He sighed and shrugged, walking toward his backroom while muttering about a sale being a sale. He returned moments later holding a thin strap of material in his hand, offering it to Elizabeth for inspection.



Elizabeth turned the material over in her foothands, looking at the plain leather band. On either end were the paired halves of a clasp, and attached to the center of the collar was a ring with a small cowbell affixed.



“If you get her to wear that, your problems with her would be solved. Is that what you want? You’re messing with magic here, and while it’s never permanent, it’s likewise never easy to fix. I just want-”

This time it was Elizabeth that cut him off.  “I have no regrets about our changes, and I know for a fact I won’t regret changing her. What’s the price?”

The rest of the exchange was brief and professional, with Elizabeth extracting the requested sum out of her purse and leaving in such a hurry that Kristen was straggling behind. Right as Kristen was about to close the shop door, she could have sworn she heard the shopkeep mutter something about being careful, but by the time she had turned around, he was nowhere to be seen.

As the girls came back onto their school’s campus, they looked around for their prey. It wasn’t long before Kristen spotted Jessica walking into the school’s workout center, dressed in nothing more than slim leggings and a sports bra.

The sockgirls stalked in after their quarry, their feet hardly making a noise as they stalked through the building and into the locker rooms. Elizabeth and Kristen slinked into the showers and watched from their vantage point as Jessica stowed her gym bag into a locker. After pulling her hair back into a ponytail and putting in her earbuds, Jessica left the locker room with a bounce in her step, humming a tune along with her music.

Elizabeth stalked forward to the locker of her new nemesis and popped it open with ease. She turned back to Kristen, who was following closely behind.

“Looks like the cow was too lazy to even lock up her stuff. Heh…” Elizabeth chucked as she dug through the gym bag, finding a scrap of paper and a pen. On it, she wrote out a brief message before setting the impromptu note on top of the gym bag. As a final touch she draped the cowbell collar over the note, leaving the bell facing up to just barely catch the light.

“Come on, let's hide until she comes back,” Elizabeth whispered, despite no one being in the room besides the two sockgirls. Kristen followed her lead over to the showers again, hiding until Jessica got back. The girls stood around the corner, peering out into the empty locker room.

Long moments passed, with nothing happening. Elizabeth stood against the wall and peered around the corner, while Kristen knelt on the slightly damp floor and watched from her lower angle. It wasn't long before boredom took hold, and Elizabeth found herself absentmindedly running her toefingers through Kristen's hair.

Kristen looked up to her mistress at the sudden contact. The lower elevation filled Kristen with a kind of subservient joy, looking up and seeing the colossal form of Elizabeth. Her breasts were perfectly round and hung perky and taut despite having no support. In silhouette, Kristen could make out the fabric-striped nipples, pointing out like caps atop the rolling rainbow mounds.

Kristen looked further up and saw her mistress’s face, with her lips parted softly as she peered around the corner. Tracing her eyes next along the long and colorful arms that stretched downward toward the foothand that was currently petting her, Kristen couldn't help but nuzzle the limb pressing against her. She slowly rubbed her face against the soft texture of her lover’s foothand, feeling the firm joints pressing against her cheek.

Kristen lifted her head a bit more, pushing her mouth, or rather the foot that had replaced it, into Elizabeth’s grasp. With a glance down and a smile, Elizabeth curled her toefingers around and between the facetoes of her lover. She pulled softly, feeling her fabric skin stretch and tug against the similar fabric skin on Kristen’s face, their toes intertwined fully. Kristen quickly found her face guided to Elizabeth’s crotch, and she pressed her footmouth into her lovers mound.

Elizabeth let out a soft moan and slid her back down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. She ran her toefingers through Kristen’s hair once again, delighting in her submissive’s touch. Each individual sock-coated toe took its turn dancing along Elizabeth’s slit, and Kristen’s big toe grazed Elizabeth’s fuzzy clit, causing her to twitch and shake. Elizabeth hardly noticed the wet chill seeping into her bottom from the drenched shower floor. As the water soaked into her sock skin, her rainbow stripes darkened and muted in colors, similar to Kristen’s own legs and foothands.

Elizabeth was utterly and completely distracted by the service her pet was providing her, and quickly bucked and humped her hips. Using her foothands, she held Kristen’s face deep against her own flesh so that the girl’s mouthtoes were trapped wriggling in Elizabeth’s sex for a long and drawn out orgasm.

A few minutes later, the girls had just started to catch their breaths when Jessica returned to the locker room. Her body glistened with sweat, and her clothes clung to her body. The girl surveyed the seemingly empty locker room and let out a long sigh, accompanied by a long stretch. She turned back to her locker and popped it open, looking to grab her towel and a change of clothes to go shower with. Instead, adorning the top of her bag was a foreign note, and a strange leather band she had never seen before.

“Hey baby, I've always thought girls wearing collars were hot. I'd love it if you wore this for our date tonight. Love, Matt.”

Jessica murmured aloud as she read the note slowly. “Geez, did he write this with his feet or something? That boy needs to slow down sometimes.” Jessica held aloft the band of leather, and as she turned it over back and forth in her hands she noticed how soft and supple the material was, and how the miniature cowbell seemed to have a dull glow about it.

She ended up shrugging and fastening it around her neck. “Eh, what the hell, it might make the sex better…” Jessica trailed off as she finished fastening the band around her neck, her train of thought lost. She was almost sure she felt a faint tingle along her neck, but was distracted by how easy it now was to think of nothing. Suddenly and inexplicably, it was as if being absent-minded was the easiest thing in the world.

A few moments later, Elizabeth and Kristen came around the corner of the showers to find Jessica standing at her locker. The girl seemed to be moving in a daze, slowly getting her stuff together to leave. Elizabeth looked over at Kristen, and vice versa. They were a complete mess from their sexual escapade, but they had to move forward with their plan.

The girls walked up to Jessica and spun her around by her shoulders. She looked surprised, and too stunned to move, staring at the two girls with wet spots on their bodies in strange places, and the redhead’s hair was crazy and unkempt, as though she just got out of bed or did some kind of strenuous activity.

“Hey, Jessica! What brings you here?” Elizabeth sneered.

“Oh, just working out…” Jessica replied, far more timid than expected. Her eyes darted between the two girls, watching them hesitantly. These strangers had cornered her and she wasn't feeling the self confidence she usually had when she was with other people.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Look, why don't you come back to our place? It's not that far of a walk so we can just hoof if there.” The sockgirls giggled at Elizabeth's sly pun - or rather, Elizabeth giggled, while Kristen hugged onto the back of her mistress and her mouthtoes wiggled enthusiastically.

Jessica furrowed her brow, unsure why the girls started laughing. It seemed like they were making fun of her, but that couldn't be the case. After all, listening to this woman seemed right, almost like it was her purpose. Jessica numbly nodded her head, and they set off out of the gym.

“Hey, Jessica, you there? Come on, pay attention!”

Jessica snapped to attention, coming out of a foggy haze on her thoughts. She was somewhere unfamiliar, what she could only assume was where the two girls lived. Somehow she had ended up here, with both her bag and the other girls’ bags on her back.

“Hey, over here.” Elizabeth snapped her fingers, calling Jessica to pay attention. “My name is Elizabeth, and this is Kristen. You're probably wondering why you're here. We'll get to that… In time. Right now, all you need to worry about is that you're to call me your Owner, and do what I say, got it?”

Jessica hesitated for a moment before nodding. Some part of her brain was fighting through the heavy haze that seemed to have taken root in her mind, telling her this wasn't right. But the rest of her brain accepted this—after all, it's easier to have someone else think for you when everything is so hard to think about.

Elizabeth grinned at her prize. “Well, that's good. You know, you don't look very comfortable in those clothes.” Elizabeth bit her lip in anticipation, her voice shifting to a stern, almost dark tone as she gave her first command, “Take them off. All of your clothes.”

Jessica nodded, setting down the bags she had been hauling, and looked down at herself. To her credit, her Owner was right, these clothes just didn't fit right anymore. Her fingers started working the clasp for her sports bra, finding it hard to unhook with this new mysterious strain behind the elastic. Finally the hooks popped free, and her chest nearly launched the woefully undersized garment onto the floor.

It was another moment before she continued and began removing her leggings. The material was stretched over her hips almost until it was see-through, and as a result it became difficult to shimmy them down her hips and thighs. Her panties were caught bunched in the tight material, and as Jessica slid her leggings down her legs, her panties came with them.

Elizabeth and Kristen each raised an eyebrow as they stepped forward to examine the girl in front of them. She was definitely much curvier than the gym babe they saw earlier that day. Her body had put on a few pounds of fat and was much softer looking for it, but most of the weight gained had so far been distributed among her breasts and her hips.

Jessica then reached for the collar around her throat, giving it a tug as she reached back for the clasp. She frowned, fumbling behind her neck for the release to the collar. It felt strange, every time she tried to adjust or tug at the collar, it felt like she was getting tugged by the throat in response. Even Elizabeth stepped forward to look, before laughing and patting Jessica on the shoulder.

“Hah, don’t worry about removing that. It looks like it’s part of you now, and that probably isn’t going to change any time soon.” Elizabeth grinned, giving the collar a tug and watching her victim stumble off balance.

Kristen tried to let out a noise, before just grabbing Elizabeth’s arm and pointing at the front of the collar stuck to Jessica’s neck. For a moment, Elizabeth didn’t notice anything there, until she realized that the cowbell was growing. It slowly grew into a large bell of a size befitting an actual heifer, resting atop the girl’s growing chest.

Jessica grabbed hold of her swelling bosom. The soft and supple flesh flowed out between her fingers as the pale skin surged forth. Jessica whimpered softly in embarrassment and pleasure as her breasts became more and more sensitive until she was forced to take her hands away. Exposed hung her heavy breasts, larger than any of the girls could dare hope to contain with their grip. Adorning the center of each was a large, thick nipple that twitched eagerly, dripping rich milk.

As her breasts swayed and sloshed side to side, Jessica shuddered and groaned. “Why do they keep moooooo-ving?” She frozen, caught off guard. The moo that had escaped her lips unknowningly sounded low and drawn out, like a cow. “What? Why did I just mooooooo like that?” Jessica froze in place, her eyes wide. Her second, more intentional moo was even more cowlike than she intended. It was indistinguishable from the real thing, and led her to gasp, covering her mouth in shame and embarassment.

Elizabeth and Kristen merely giggled, flicking Jessica’s swollen nipples to make her jerk and gasp. “Oh, I never thought you were going to turn out this well, my little pet!” Elizabeth clapped her foothands together, the sound a muffled pat from the fabric skin she adorned. Elizabeth grinned at the petrified girl in front of her. “Well, how about we have dinner, then? Steak sounds lovely right about now…”