Chapter 2 : I Think We Will Get Freaky
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"Damn girl! Slow down! We want to get there in 1 piece!" Kimmy gripped the door, her butt firmly wedged into the seat from the shear momentum of Leslie's lead foot.
Even Roger was feeling an uneasiness spread through his own leather straps holding tight to Kimmy's foot. Call it pressure and sweat from her elevated fear, or call it motion sickness of a shoe stuck in an enclosed space, mashed into a dark recess so close to the roar of the engine, either way he wished he wasn't strapped on for the ride.
"Sorry! I was a cabbie for two summers." Leslie smiled, but never let off the gas.
"Well, don't expect any tips from me!" Kimmy squirmed in her seat, further cramping Roger into an awkward position against the floorboard "Where are we going anyway?"
Deliberately wiggling her toes around, pleasuring Ted while her foot remained firmly planted on the accelerator, Leslie cryptically replied, "Somewhere different"
"Different? You mean than the pitch we did last week to that medical group who loved the idea but were scared shitless about using it?"
"Yeah, Different" Leslie laughed, "I have a feeling this crowd won't mind playing around. Besides, we have a working model with us."
Kimmy's eyes grew huge, "You brought one with you! What are you, nuts? How did you get it approved by Tracy?"
"Tracy? ... I don't remember any Tracy. Are you feeling alright Kimmy?" Leslie winked, exiting the interstate and quickly zipping around a corner into blocked traffic.
Leslie motioned to her hair scrunchee as Kimmy silently mouthed OMG.
Tracy's heart would have skipped a beat if she had one. All this time being flexed and twisted, expanded and snapped; as a hair scrunchee the pleasure was off the charts. Fingers, hands, and silky hair sliding in and out teasing her, and then a ponytail being forced through her most sensitive parts, creating an elastic pinch that was indescribably erotic. Wrapped, double twisted and lost around Leslie's orgasmic hair, Tracy was torn between wanting to scream out in despair or scream out in ecstasy at the revelation that she might be forever stuck. Either way she wanted to desperately scream out in release.
Leslie and Kimmy looked at each other giggling for a few moments before both shouting in unison, "Ha Ha, just kidding. We love you Tracy!!"
Hitting the gas, Leslie took off again.
"But like, she has been more annoying this week.. Have you like noticed?" Kimmy reached over giving Tracy a playful tug, unknowingly forcing an orgasm that had been building for the past several hours.
Leslie playfully bobbed her head in agreement "I know, right! She's like always in my hair..."
Both girls high fived as Leslie quickly swerved around a pedestrian.
Roger mentally grumbled... Oh sure, everybody loves Tracy... nobody even remembers poor old Rodg.
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Pulling around the convention center to the parking garage, Kimmy's mouth dropped open as soon as she read the brightly lit scrolling marquee. "Oh hell no! You can't be serious!"
"Oh come-on, it will be fun! What better venue to pitch a transformation device?"
"But, but... I thought we were going to try reeling in a big cosmetic's firm, or fashion designers, or help people with bad self-esteem, or a special effects company, maybe even people with eating disorders as a last resort, but this?! ... You have got to be kidding!"
"If by kidding you mean hitting our perfect target audience, then yes!" Leslie smiled, handing a wad of cash to a wide-eyed parking valet.
Staring at the red Lamborghini, the hot athletic girl driving and the over-endowed friend in the passenger seat, the attendant blinked a few times before finally offering to open the gull-wing door for Leslie.
"Ok, but I'm not doing anything too freaky, got it?" Kimmy swung open her own door, tightening the straps on Roger before stepping out, careful to protect her red dress from catching on the latch.
"Fine, but you've got to be in the demonstration." Leslie smiled politely at the valet holding the door as she smoothed her skirt and hose before stepping out.
"I can't believe you brought me here of all places after complaining about these!" Kimmy giggled walking to the entrance while patting her huge boobs.
"You have to appreciate the irony." Leslie laughed as she moved Kimmy's red hair out of the way to pin on a Peeradigm name tag before pinning one on herself.
Leslie grinned over at a grimacing Kimmy, "Welcome to Fetish Con!"
"No time to browse" Leslie tugged Kimmy by the hand through the crowd of cos-players and exhibits, "We've got a demonstration to give in room..." she stopped briefly, unfolding a small printout from her sequined black purse, "Room 202... Over there!" she pointed before dragging Kimmy away from a fetish footwear display.
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"… Now, for the grand finale we will do this." Leslie tapped away on her tablet, closely watching Kimmy while explaining the new presentation.
"This wasn't the demonstration I had in mind!" Kimmy frantically shouted out as her body was being quickly absorbed into her rapidly expanding breasts. Her legs and arms having already pulled inward and absorbed before she realized what was happening.
"Just relax, the tablet makes it all pleasurable, so I know you like it." Leslie smirked at her suddenly cooing and moaning friend continuing to dwindle away.
After a few moments, the two giant boobs that remained merged together with a subtle slurp.
"Ahem... Whoa, definitely in the freaky category." Kimmy's voice came murmuring up from the beanbag chair sized breast, gently wobbling in the front of the room.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Won't other people freak out?"
"If there's one thing Ted taught me, screw the science, everyone loves big boobs. Just remember your script and everything will be fine."
"Where is Ted anyway? I thought he was coming."
"I'm sure he is..."Leslie giggled, "He's here", stroking the nylons tightly encasing her legs, up and down with her nails, the fibers catching ever so softly threatening to snag.
Ted was in orgasmic bliss, feeling his ultra-thin nylon body stretched to its limit, hugging every muscle and curve down Leslie's legs. Her nails were driving him wild, plucking across his very essence, pulling him deeper into a state of pure desire. Body heat filled his fabric with her scent and sweat as the frozen chill of air would periodically hit, sealing in the pleasure like a cold wet kiss with a tingling sting. If this was what being a pair of nylons would always feel like, he never wanted to be human again.
"Oh wow! You can come over here and do that to me!" Kimmy watched Leslie moaning as she teased Ted's nylon body.
"Maybe I will."
Plopping down on Kimmy with an oomph! Leslie gently stroked the rapidly expanding nipple she was laying against. Repositioning, she teased her legs across Kimmy, allowing the nylon to gently snag as it rubbed across the engorged nipple. Squeezing and releasing it between her legs, Leslie finally worked it up between her thighs, squeezing it with all her strength before taking a few minutes to relax.
Ted was absolutely on fire as his nylon body was being forced across Kimmy's giant nipple. Squeezing and releasing and filling with the heat and moisture coming from Leslie was proving to be overwhelming. A non-stop cascade of mini-orgasms rippled throughout Ted's entire being when suddenly Leslie clamped down on Kimmy with her thighs. Sandwiched between his girlfriend's legs and a breast bigger than he had ever imagined, Ted exploded in a massive wave of pleasure, sending a constricting wave up Leslie's legs from her toes to her groin.
"Is that better?" Leslie leaned in close whispering to the nipple before giving it a long deliberate lick, taking a moment to deeply french the large crevice that puckered up from the center.
"Um huh" Kimmy moaned, "I didn't expect you to just..."
"To just what? Use you like the toy you now are?"
Kimmy gasped, "More!" her body quivering with Leslie on top; tremors of pleasure shaking through the giant breast as she realized she really was just someone's toy.
"You like being used? Don't worry, you and Tracy will get plenty of attention during the demonstration" Leslie gave Kimmy one final lick as she stood up and straightened her clothes.
Tapping a few buttons on her tablet, Kimmy instantly reappeared fully clothed, but with her normal C cup breasts and her dress adjusted to fit.
"Oh poo... You can't imagine how great that felt! It was like someone else was inside my mind.... Hey, wait just a minute, where'd my boobs go?" Kimmy squeezed her chest, then checked out the rest of her outfit to make sure nothing else was altered.
"Don't worry, you'll get them back with some change later, I promise." Both girls giggled.
"I want you to be yourself when everyone comes in so they don't say it's all special effects."
"What about Ted?"
Leslie gave her crotch a gentle pat, "He's offering plenty of moral support right where he's at."
"If you need any extra support, I'd be happy to help!" Kimmy winked.
At the front of the room, two large posters had appeared advertising Peeradigm Technologies - Experience Peer Pleasure. Cartoony pictures of people passing around a tablet explained how friends could easily change each other into their perfect fantasy. A list of fictional people, clothing, sex toys, and body parts adorned the second poster along with the catch-phrase "Be The Fantasy!"
"Wait, how did you sneak the posters by me?"
Leslie lifted up her feet, wiggling her shoeless toes, "Which reminds me, I need your shoes."
Looking down at her designer heels, Kimmy reluctantly loosened the straps and handed them to Leslie. "You better not mess them up!"
Roger mentally echoed the same sentiment.
It had been so strange merging with Kimmy as a giant boob, he was almost able to reach into her mind to make contact. If it hadn't been for the pleasure overload he might have succeeded. Even so, turning back into a heel felt good and familiar, although something was definitely different. This time he was full of pleasure. Each toe, every step was full of overwhelming bliss instead of uncomfortable strain.
Grabbing the shoes, Leslie bent down and slipped in her nylon covered toes, then frowned at all the extra room in the heel, "Your shoes are too big. Time to downsize!" Leslie tapped a few commands then watched as Kimmy's shoes shrunk to perfectly fit.
Roger tried screaming and jumping for help but it was no use, not even a wiggle from his leather strap as a dwindling sensation filled his shrinking body and his straps melted away to nothing. If anything, the new feelings of pleasure were even more intense as he felt the foot inside grow to fill his new, smaller shape. His outer skin rippled into reptilian scales, each tiny one exploding with wondrous sexual energy. Orgasms rocked his body as the changes finally subsided.
As the shoe tightened around Ted's nylon skin, Roger's insole slid coarsely against the nylon until melting into a smooth inner support, the outer alligator skin creaking and flexing as the inner leather forced the nylons into the diminished shape. Ted's sensitive manhood trapped within the fibers of the nylon toes suddenly exploded in pleasure as it was squeezed and pinched by the energy transforming the shoes.
"What did you do to my shoes?! You better put them back the way they were when this is all over!"
"Stop being such a boob about it" Leslie scolded, "I scanned them into a profile, the tablet can put them back just like they were... Besides, it's not like you'll need them after today." Leslie grinned.
"Oh shit, you wouldn't dare! What the ..."
"Simmer down, it wasn't a threat. I meant with the tablet you can make anything into your stupid shoes. If everything works out you'll have enough money to buy any shoes you want!"
"Oh"
Knock Knock.
Kimmy opened the door as a short half naked British man in leather bondage gear peeped inside, "2 minutes Ms. Hawthorne."
Leslie looked up at the posters, at herself and then over at the man, "Thank you Maxwell, we are ready."
Maxwell paused to smile up at Kimmy, then fully opened the double doors to allow people in.
Turning bright red, Kimmy scuttled barefoot over to Leslie, "That's Maxwell from R&D! What's he doing here?!"
Looking out the door at Maxwell greeting the guests, then back at Kimmy's troubled face, Leslie smiled ear to ear, "This is sort of his secret thing. He attends every year. According to Maxwell there's a lot of very rich and influential people that attend these things, discretely of course."
"You mean this was Maxwell's idea?" Kimmy gasped in astonishment. She had harbored a secret crush on Maxwell for a few years but he was always too quiet, too ordinary and unexciting. Giving Maxwell a huge smile, Kimmy scuttled back towards the door to help him welcome the guests.
With his sight limited to just the carpet and Leslie's legs, Roger listened on as best he could. He had heard something mentioned about Ted and Maxwell, but the distractions were making it impossible to concentrate. Leslie's constant wiggling of her nylon covered toes deep inside his body was driving him mad with lust, teasing him without end. For some reason she just wouldn't stop, as if every second she was deliberately trying to drive him over the edge with a flurry of orgasms. Slipping around on her foot with no straps to keep him anchored only added to the pleasure as he flapped helplessly against her sole with each step. Thinking about his constant on-again off-again relationship with Kimmy, he literally couldn't get Leslie's foot out of his head. Feeling wrong on so many levels, Roger realized he was already head over heels in love; not with Kimmy, but with Leslie's amazing nylon covered toes.