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Get Pumped - Monthly Vote (Clothes)
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 16:00:15 +0000 UTC"There they are!" Lucy said aloud as light flooded into my prison, "Aww, someone left me flowers too!". I stared up at her, now many times my size, terror entering my mind. I felt her fingers slip into my... something. I didn't have any orifices apart from the foot hole on both parts of my body. I dangled on her fingertips, my own weight pulling me towards the floor, which appeared to be miles from my perspective. The farther I got from the locker that transformed me, the further I got from reversing this horrible fate, although without any autonomy, I was probably stuck as a set of pumps until I wore out.
Not knowing how to flirt, I had decided that maybe leaving a note in her locker with a bouquet and a note would woo her over, but I was not aware of the safety measures that our workplace had installed. After purchasing the flowers and writing the note, I made my way to the office lockers and found hers. I grabbed the handle, unlatching the mechanism before opening it. I was delicately placing the flowers into the box when A pink puff shot from somewhere in the locker. I coughed at the strange gas, dropping the note which fluttered under the locker. My lungs burned from the stuff permeating through them, starting to change my body.
My skin turned as if necrotic as I continued to wheeze, an uncanny sheen developing over it. I felt my body shrink, growing smaller with each second. The blackness spread over my body, the stench of synthetic leather filling the room. My limbs receded into my body as my mouth stretched. As my head collapsed into my shoulders, I felt my form get torn in two. The inside of the locker came closer as I collapsed forward, unable to move on my own accord. The last thing I saw was a pair of black pleather heels in a mirror before the locker door shut.
Lucy, oblivious to the fact that the pair of shoes she held were ensouled, sat on one of the room's benches. I tried to talk, move, anything, but nothing happened from what seemed to be a pair of ordinary shoes. She slid her nylon-clad toes into my openings, her feet following in short order. I felt my leathery skin stretch under the pressure as she pulled me completely over her feet. I mentally gasped as she stood up, pushing all her weight into my new form. "Bit tighter than I remember," Lucy mumbled, wiggling her digits in me. As she walked, the constant slamming into the ground told me everything I needed to know. I was no longer a person; I was just property of the woman I loved, forever.
