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Man to No-show Sock TF

(Wow! Already almost 300 watchers! Thanks so much for the support everyone and I hope you enjoy the work that's to come!l

"Sorry, honey. Almost there."

If I could contest I would, but in this form there wasn't much I could do. My wife was a geneticist working at one of the largest research companies in the country. Her team had been working on some breakthrough gene altering technology that could essentially change anybody into anything.

My wife had brought a portable prototype of the machine home one Friday night when she knew she'd be working through the weekend. While she was sleeping, my stupid ass decided to take a look at it.

It was a spherical piece with a handful of lights and buttons on it. It practically looked alien. I tried putting it down when I heard my wife coming in behind me.

"Don't touch that!"

I jumped- I wasn't expecting her to come in. Unfortunately the surprise made me drop the machine. In slow-motion, I watched it fall and hit the ground, landing right on a white pair of my wife's no-show socks. I saw a flash of white light jump out of it, hitting both the socks and myself. Next, everything went black.

I awoke with a startle, my eyes wide open. I tried closing them but couldn't. Something felt so off. I tried to move anything at all but it was impossible. I felt so small. The ceiling above me looked 300 feet away.

"Son of a bitch..." it was my wife! Suddenly she was standing over me looking down. She was so massive! I tried to call out to her but nothing came out.

"I told you not to touch this. I'm locked out of the lab on weekends and if my bosses find out how careless I was, I'm fucked. Do you even realize what you've done?"

I watched her hand come down towards me. I was terrified as she grabbed me as gently as she could. I felt myself fly through the air as she carried me through the room. Next, we were in front of a mirror. She was holding one of her no-show socks, but I couldn't see myself anywhere. Suddenly the dots were connecting...

"Yep. That's you. And it'll have to be you the rest of the weekend until I can get back to the lab on Monday."

What the hell was I supposed to do? I guess I didn't have much of a choice. My wife carried me to her dresser as she opened up her drawer. No, she can't do this...

"I'm sorry but I'm leaving you in here for the weekend. I told you not to touch it and you didn't listen. You'll have to learn your lesson"

No! She slowly brought me down into the drawer. She was putting me in with various other socks and panties. I'm not one of them! I'm a damn human!

She placed me down on top and waved goodbye. I could see her staring up at me. "See you Monday" she said with a wave as the drawer shut, my last bit of light leaving me behind.

It felt like eternity before the light finally came back. How much time had passed? Days? Years? Did she forget about me?

"Happy Monday, honey. Hope you had a good weekend in there. Ready to come to work?"

Her hand came down and grabbed me. I couldn't believe it had only been the weekend. Locked in the dark with only my own thoughts, buried with clothes, it felt like it had genuinely been years. I was starting to lose it.

She brought me over to our bed and placed me down. She looked dressed for work in a blouse and slacks, but what scared me was seeing her bare feet with no other socks around.

"So I didn't want to make you panic this weekend. Our washing machine broke and I have no other clean socks to wear. You know how I blister easily without them and I have to get you into the lab without causing suspicion. So... sorry.

Shit. She wasn't really going to wear me, was she?

I watched her shift as she crossed one leg over the other. I had a matching white sock next to me that I watched her pick up. Normally they looked so small and scrunched. Now, I was just like it.

She first dipped her toes into the sock. I could see her stretch them, getting them i to the right spot. Next, she stretched the sock over the back of her heel. She pulled the elastic around it and let go. The sock fit perfectly on her petite, delicate feet.

"Your turn."

She grabbed me and I felt the familiar flight. No, please don't do this... she brought me down to her foot. I could see so much detail at this size. The small callouses on her heel. The tiny glisten of sweat between her toes. I could even see fuzz from walking on the carpet.

"Here it goes." The next feeling was indescribale. I felt her toes push their way inside of me. My face was immediately pressed into the arch of her foot. I felt her toes wiggle, stretching most of me. A toenail caught my tip which she quickly fixed by plucking my sock form and re-adjusting. Next came her heel. I felt my entire being stretch so easily as my elastic was pulled onto it. My face was pressed completely into the bottom of her foot at this point. I already felt some dampness from her sweat. I think she was nervous about this.

"Well at least you still fit peefectlt. Let's get to work."

My body flung as she put her foot down. I could feel myself pressed over and over into the ground as she walked. Nothing hurt, but I certainly wasn't comfortable. I was a man, not a sock.

I felt her walk through the house as we suddenly reached what I assumed was the front door. I felt her body shift as one leg lifted, then went back down. I was going into her shoes!!

"Alright honey. I'm putting my flats on now. I'm sorry, they're my older pair. I didn't end up getting new ones this weekend. I hope this is ok."

Ok?? No part of this was ok! It was my turn as she lifted me into the air and pushed me inside her flat. I was immediately blasted with the stale smell of foot sweat, grime, and whatever else. Her flats were so old and at this size, you could tell.

I stayed shoved inside, sandwiched between my own wife's foot and her dirty flat. I could feel the faint indent of her footprint on the insole. They were so worn in. I could tell I was getting some of the grime on me and I already felt the humidity from being stuffed inside here. I wanted to be back to normal so bad.

As we walked into the office, my wife lifted me out of the shoe quickly and itched her ankle. I felt myself press hard in, her toenail practically poking through me as she used me as an impromptu scratcher.

"Sorry! Almost forgot that was you."

Some part of me felt she was getting some sort of sick enjoyment out of this. As she walked into the lab, I heard muffled sounds of heels clicking, people talking, intercoms going off. Hopefully this would be over soon.

I felt my wife pick up the pace. Suddenly she stopped and I heard a door shut behind me. There was some muffled movement. Then, her foot came out of her shoe.

I felt so gross hitting the fresh air. I was cold after being stuck in that sweaty, smelly shoe all morning. The putrid smell lingered on me even though it had only been presumably about an hour. I felt her hand grab me and yank me off. She held me in front of her.

"Well... how are you holding up? Ready to be back to normal?"

What the hell did she think? She placed me on a counter. I could vaguely see her typing into her laptop while a machine behind her started whirring up.

"I have to do this quick so hopefully nobody notices." She hit one last key and picked me up, bringing me over to a pad with a large half-dome above it. She placed me down. She walked back to her laptop. I could still see her from this angle. She turned around and looked down at me. "See you soon...hopefully."

Hopefully??

I was hit with a familiar flash. I didn't feel any changes though. This time I felt my thought process slowing down. I looked at my wife who was frantically hitting keys on her keyboard yelling. I couldn't quite make the words out. It simply sounded like incomprehensible gibberish. I think I made out an "Oh shit" and "That wasn't supposed to happen", but that meant little to me.

I wasn't panicked. In fact, I was quite calm. I was always a sock and was always at her mercy. Right? I couldn't really remember anything else.

I felt a longing for the smell and taste of grime and sweat. I didn't know why or who I was or what it meant. My owner walked above me. She looked sad, I think. She picked me up and tried talking to me. Her mouth moved but I didnt really hear anything, nor did I care to.

She brought me back down to her foot. A familiar home. I think I heard crying, wasn't really sure though. Her foot pushed inside me and I stretched across her foot. She pushed me back into her flat, right where I was meant to be.

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Man to No-show Sock TF

(Wow! Already almost 300 watchers! Thanks so much for the support everyone and I hope you enjoy the work that's to come!l

"Sorry, honey. Almost there."

If I could contest I would, but in this form there wasn't much I could do. My wife was a geneticist working at one of the largest research companies in the country. Her team had been working on some breakthrough gene altering technology that could essentially change anybody into anything.

My wife had brought a portable prototype of the machine home one Friday night when she knew she'd be working through the weekend. While she was sleeping, my stupid ass decided to take a look at it.

It was a spherical piece with a handful of lights and buttons on it. It practically looked alien. I tried putting it down when I heard my wife coming in behind me.

"Don't touch that!"

I jumped- I wasn't expecting her to come in. Unfortunately the surprise made me drop the machine. In slow-motion, I watched it fall and hit the ground, landing right on a white pair of my wife's no-show socks. I saw a flash of white light jump out of it, hitting both the socks and myself. Next, everything went black.

I awoke with a startle, my eyes wide open. I tried closing them but couldn't. Something felt so off. I tried to move anything at all but it was impossible. I felt so small. The ceiling above me looked 300 feet away.

"Son of a bitch..." it was my wife! Suddenly she was standing over me looking down. She was so massive! I tried to call out to her but nothing came out.

"I told you not to touch this. I'm locked out of the lab on weekends and if my bosses find out how careless I was, I'm fucked. Do you even realize what you've done?"

I watched her hand come down towards me. I was terrified as she grabbed me as gently as she could. I felt myself fly through the air as she carried me through the room. Next, we were in front of a mirror. She was holding one of her no-show socks, but I couldn't see myself anywhere. Suddenly the dots were connecting...

"Yep. That's you. And it'll have to be you the rest of the weekend until I can get back to the lab on Monday."

What the hell was I supposed to do? I guess I didn't have much of a choice. My wife carried me to her dresser as she opened up her drawer. No, she can't do this...

"I'm sorry but I'm leaving you in here for the weekend. I told you not to touch it and you didn't listen. You'll have to learn your lesson"

No! She slowly brought me down into the drawer. She was putting me in with various other socks and panties. I'm not one of them! I'm a damn human!

She placed me down on top and waved goodbye. I could see her staring up at me. "See you Monday" she said with a wave as the drawer shut, my last bit of light leaving me behind.

It felt like eternity before the light finally came back. How much time had passed? Days? Years? Did she forget about me?

"Happy Monday, honey. Hope you had a good weekend in there. Ready to come to work?"

Her hand came down and grabbed me. I couldn't believe it had only been the weekend. Locked in the dark with only my own thoughts, buried with clothes, it felt like it had genuinely been years. I was starting to lose it.

She brought me over to our bed and placed me down. She looked dressed for work in a blouse and slacks, but what scared me was seeing her bare feet with no other socks around.

"So I didn't want to make you panic this weekend. Our washing machine broke and I have no other clean socks to wear. You know how I blister easily without them and I have to get you into the lab without causing suspicion. So... sorry.

Shit. She wasn't really going to wear me, was she?

I watched her shift as she crossed one leg over the other. I had a matching white sock next to me that I watched her pick up. Normally they looked so small and scrunched. Now, I was just like it.

She first dipped her toes into the sock. I could see her stretch them, getting them i to the right spot. Next, she stretched the sock over the back of her heel. She pulled the elastic around it and let go. The sock fit perfectly on her petite, delicate feet.

"Your turn."

She grabbed me and I felt the familiar flight. No, please don't do this... she brought me down to her foot. I could see so much detail at this size. The small callouses on her heel. The tiny glisten of sweat between her toes. I could even see fuzz from walking on the carpet.

"Here it goes." The next feeling was indescribale. I felt her toes push their way inside of me. My face was immediately pressed into the arch of her foot. I felt her toes wiggle, stretching most of me. A toenail caught my tip which she quickly fixed by plucking my sock form and re-adjusting. Next came her heel. I felt my entire being stretch so easily as my elastic was pulled onto it. My face was pressed completely into the bottom of her foot at this point. I already felt some dampness from her sweat. I think she was nervous about this.

"Well at least you still fit peefectlt. Let's get to work."

My body flung as she put her foot down. I could feel myself pressed over and over into the ground as she walked. Nothing hurt, but I certainly wasn't comfortable. I was a man, not a sock.

I felt her walk through the house as we suddenly reached what I assumed was the front door. I felt her body shift as one leg lifted, then went back down. I was going into her shoes!!

"Alright honey. I'm putting my flats on now. I'm sorry, they're my older pair. I didn't end up getting new ones this weekend. I hope this is ok."

Ok?? No part of this was ok! It was my turn as she lifted me into the air and pushed me inside her flat. I was immediately blasted with the stale smell of foot sweat, grime, and whatever else. Her flats were so old and at this size, you could tell.

I stayed shoved inside, sandwiched between my own wife's foot and her dirty flat. I could feel the faint indent of her footprint on the insole. They were so worn in. I could tell I was getting some of the grime on me and I already felt the humidity from being stuffed inside here. I wanted to be back to normal so bad.

As we walked into the office, my wife lifted me out of the shoe quickly and itched her ankle. I felt myself press hard in, her toenail practically poking through me as she used me as an impromptu scratcher.

"Sorry! Almost forgot that was you."

Some part of me felt she was getting some sort of sick enjoyment out of this. As she walked into the lab, I heard muffled sounds of heels clicking, people talking, intercoms going off. Hopefully this would be over soon.

I felt my wife pick up the pace. Suddenly she stopped and I heard a door shut behind me. There was some muffled movement. Then, her foot came out of her shoe.

I felt so gross hitting the fresh air. I was cold after being stuck in that sweaty, smelly shoe all morning. The putrid smell lingered on me even though it had only been presumably about an hour. I felt her hand grab me and yank me off. She held me in front of her.

"Well... how are you holding up? Ready to be back to normal?"

What the hell did she think? She placed me on a counter. I could vaguely see her typing into her laptop while a machine behind her started whirring up.

"I have to do this quick so hopefully nobody notices." She hit one last key and picked me up, bringing me over to a pad with a large half-dome above it. She placed me down. She walked back to her laptop. I could still see her from this angle. She turned around and looked down at me. "See you soon...hopefully."

Hopefully??

I was hit with a familiar flash. I didn't feel any changes though. This time I felt my thought process slowing down. I looked at my wife who was frantically hitting keys on her keyboard yelling. I couldn't quite make the words out. It simply sounded like incomprehensible gibberish. I think I made out an "Oh shit" and "That wasn't supposed to happen", but that meant little to me.

I wasn't panicked. In fact, I was quite calm. I was always a sock and was always at her mercy. Right? I couldn't really remember anything else.

I felt a longing for the smell and taste of grime and sweat. I didn't know why or who I was or what it meant. My owner walked above me. She looked sad, I think. She picked me up and tried talking to me. Her mouth moved but I didnt really hear anything, nor did I care to.

She brought me back down to her foot. A familiar home. I think I heard crying, wasn't really sure though. Her foot pushed inside me and I stretched across her foot. She pushed me back into her flat, right where I was meant to be.