Feet Prison - Socks TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Permanent, Feet, Object TF, Sweat, Caption, Objectification
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Feet Prison - Socks TF(Commission cap for @IamreallyShy)The sewers beneath Zaun smelled like rust and rotting chemi…
(Commission cap for @IamreallyShy) The sewers beneath Zaun smelled like rust and rotting chemicals, a smell that Shy had never quite gotten used to despite her first months of enforcement work. She crouched in the darkness with her rifle clutched against her chest, blonde twintails plastered to her neck with nervous sweat, and tried to focus on the mission instead of the anxiety churning in her stomach. "Shy, what is the situation on the lower floor?" Caitlyn's voice crackled through the communicator, calm and commanding as always. "There are civilians and kids down here, Captain! We need to evacuate them before we can proceed!" Shy whispered back, her voice shaking slightly because she was always a little nervous when Caitlyn addressed her directly. The Captain was so composed, so perfect and Shy was just... Shy. Clumsy, shy, eternally worried about messing things up. Vi's voice cut through next, rough and impatient. "Do not worry about it. When they hear a bang, they run. Problem solved!" "Wait, Vi, do not..." The sound of Atlas gauntlets charging filled the tunnel, followed by a devastating impact against the massive ventilation pipe. The metal screamed and the entire structure shuddered and then the ground beneath Shy's feet simply collapsed. She fell through crumbling concrete and rusted support beams, Caitlyn tumbling down beside her with a surprised shout, and they both landed with a wet splash in a pool of something that definitely was not water. The liquid was azure blue and glowing faintly, thick like syrup, and it coated Shy's entire body while only splashing up Caitlyn's legs and soaking into the crotch of her tactical pants. "ENFORCER VI, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" Caitlyn shouted upward, wiping the strange substance from her face. "Sorry, Captain! Did not mean to get your pretty dress wet in whatever that is!" Shy struggled to her feet, dripping with the azure liquid, and immediately felt that something was wrong. Tingling spread across her entire body like pins and needles, but deeper, like the sensation was happening inside her cells rather than on her skin. She wiped at her arms and watched the liquid absorb into her flesh rather than coming off on her hands. 'What is this stuff? Why does it feel so strange?' She looked at Caitlyn and saw the Captain's expression shift from annoyance to confusion to something else entirely. Caitlyn's tactical pants were tightening around her crotch, the fabric straining against something that was growing underneath, and a soft moan escaped the Captain's lips that made Shy's cheeks flush red. "Captain? Are you..." "Enforcer Shy." Caitlyn's voice was strained, her eyes fixed on Shy with an expression of growing horror. "You are looking strangely white." Shy looked down at her hands and felt her heart stop. Her skin was changing color, the healthy pink fading to a pale cream that looked nothing like flesh. The texture was wrong too, rough and woven, like she was looking at fabric rather than skin. She tried to flex her fingers and watched them move sluggishly, the joints no longer bending properly, the individual digits starting to merge together. 'No. No no no no no!' The rifle she had dropped was pulsing with arcane energy, reacting with the liquid that had splashed across its surface, and the glow was spreading toward her through the puddle she was standing in. She tried to step back, but her feet would not cooperate, her legs feeling heavy and strange, her entire lower body beginning to compress in ways that made no physical sense. "Captain, something is happening to me! I cannot... I cannot move properly!" Caitlyn was distracted, her hands fumbling with her pants, and when she pulled the waistband open and looked inside, her eyes went wide with shock. Shy caught a glimpse of something thick and fleshy rising from where Caitlyn's pussy should have been a cock that had grown from nothing, and the absurdity of it almost made her laugh, except she was too busy panicking about her own transformation. "Hey, girls, come up already! The bastards will be back soon!" Vi called from above. Shy's legs were fusing together below the knee, the bones softening and flowing like hot wax, her flesh becoming soft cotton that she could feel compressing under its own weight. She fell forward and caught herself on hands that no longer had fingers, just rounded stumps covered in cream colored fabric, and she watched in horror as her arms began to shrink and flatten. 'This cannot be happening. This is not real. Wake up, Shy, wake up!' Her uniform was melting into her changing body, the black tactical gear becoming part of the pale fabric that was spreading across every inch of her. She could feel her organs dissolving, her heart stopping, her lungs collapsing and yet somehow she remained conscious through all of it. Her thoughts were still clear even as her brain became cotton stuffing. "Shy! Shy, can you hear me?" Caitlyn's voice sounded distant now, echoing strangely, and wh
