A commission I made a while bag for @TwiztedShadows.

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“Jeez, Nick, I know it’s only been a week, but you smell bad. Real ripe. If you weren’t my flats, I would’ve thrown you out by now. I can only imagine how worse you’re going to smell in the coming months. I might have to invest in some odor eaters.”

If Nick had known that Lindsey was going to do this to him, he would never have signed the paperwork. Ever since they met, Lindsey had never liked him. Although she’d often hide her disdain as Nick was dating her sister after all, a fact which infuriated her to no end.

Given her disdain for him, Nick should’ve known something was up when she came to him with the idea. It was nearing the one-year anniversary of Nick and her sister being together, as such, he had been thinking of doing something special for his gf.

Feigning sincerity, Lindsey gave him the idea of becoming something of his gf’s temporarily. Being transformed into something like her lingerie, which was the form he chose. So, at TFinc, the two signed the paperwork, and Nick was led into one of the transformation chambers, content with having a nice present for his girlfriend.

However, after he left, she canceled his transformation into lingerie. Instead, she forged his signature and changed his transformation into a pair of flats. And instead of being in the form temporarily, he’d be the flats permanently.

It was quite a shock for Nick when he found himself not as a bra and panty but as a pair of flats. Unable to argue with his form, he was helpless when he was given to Lindsey. Upon which, she told him what was up.

“Alright, you little rat. I’ve never liked you, nor that you’re with my dear sister. Now, I could’ve told her that you were unfit for her, or that you were cheating on her, but this, this works better. Now I get to have you where you belong, under the feet of someone like me.”

From there, he had been worn almost constantly. Day in and day out, he was worn. The longer he was worn, the more Nick began to pick up on that all his senses were kept, particularly his sense of smell. Over the course of his first week transformed, he had been subject to her nasty feet.

It quickly became apparent that tight shoes, like the pair of flats he had become, made her feet sweat and, by extension, smell. Day after day, he was imprinted by the smell of her nasty feet, a scent which lingered even after she took him off. A scent which had become imbued within his form at this point. 

“You’re not even that close to my face, and I can smell you pretty clearly. Damn, it’s nasty. You can’t even be a good scent absorber. Y’know what, I don’t think I’ll use the odor eaters. In fact, I’ll make you inhale my scent all the time, maybe then you’d suck it all in like a good pair of flats.”

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