Wash and Worn

Jason Reed

Part 1

I hate my job. I love my life though and would not trade it for anything in the world. My name is Brian Reeves and my wife, Angelica, much like myself is very well off. I was a successful Dentist and my wife was a successful book writer. She would spend days just writing away. Hours at a time she would sit in her chair and just write. One day I walked to writing spot to speak with her on family concern. " Angelica ", I said. " We need to talk about our relationship. I need you to take your mind off these stories of love and suduction for a moment and focus more one whats going on here. We have been married for three years, no children and for some reason I still have not experienced the sexual side of life with you. It is perfectly obvious that our relationship is good but its more like buisness from what I am looking at. I want more and I want more now!!! " Having said this she stopped typing and looked dead at me. I hated when she looked at me like she did. A concerned look. Like she cared but still like this did not bother her. " Baby, I am sorry." she said. " I am just not ready. There is a real reason as to why and honestly its just because I am scared of motherhood. I love you with all of my heart and this is something that I want aswell but not right now. I dont understand what the problem is though since it was decided that we would wait a while anyway due to the fact of my fear. You told me you accepted that and I think that with what your saying you feel it is time."

I begin to wonder if I may have pissed her off. She did say something to me though that had me shocked and she said it without even thinking about it. " Ohh baby...I will see you tonight." After she said this she got up and then it was off to work with her. She kissed me and then left. I only thought one thing and it was...." Yes ". I am finally going to get mine as some people would say. I was off that day. I ran to get things like flowers, candy, I even got some flicks just incase I needed something to get up if you know what I mean. Give me a break I have not had any in a while. I think that I may have even forgotten how!! Later on that day, I layed in the bed naked. Angelica finally arrived home. I then heard words come out of her mouth that sounded pleasent. " I am ready ". I thought that it was a little off. I felt maybe she should at least shower first. I payed it no mind though. I was ready aswell. I then saw her come in finally undressed but not all the way. She still had on her panties and pantyhose. She stopped at the door and turned down the light. She then started to take off the rest. I was going crazy. I got hard and I could not stand to wait any longer. I started to get and get out of the bed and just grab her. She was so sexy. Tall, blond, a wonderful smile in which I could not see but I knew was there and of course her lips were just precious. " No baby...you just stay right there under the sheets.", she said. She then continued on with words. " Baby...here I come. Just due me a favor and get in the middle of the sheets so that we can be perfectly centered." I did not know why and what all this preparing was about. These are white sheets and what difference did it make where I sat. Well, I just went on and did it. I sat in the middle of the bed on the white sheets. She then started for the bed and at that she came in at a face pace. She hopped on the bed and grabbed my waist and started kissing me. I did not even get near her pussy yet. She started forcing herself on to me in which I ended up on my back. " Ohh baby please just eat me out first.", she said. I then went on with this in which we ended up in the 69 position. For some reason I was'nt getting sucked but I did'nt care for the moment. I did not like the smell of her pussy though. It smelled awful. I was making her comfortable though and hey I guess that was all that mattered....for I knew what was coming anyway. She then sat further down on me where I had her weight on my face. I became a ass stool of sorts. I was beginning to enjoy this but I was ready to go none the less. She then eased up. All of a sudden I heard very loudly..." I am gonna cum ", Angelica said. She then eased off my face when all of a sudden I was yet still in darkness due to no light in the room. I could then see something that did not make any sense at all. All my wifes movements stopped for a hot second. I begin to wonder why.

Only seconds went by and I begin to feel movements again but it was not like before when my wife and I was playing. It felt more like a boat ride of sorts. I then heard a loud distinctive thumping sound with each movement. I wanted to sit up but I did not feel my arms. My nose begin to itch though and it was then I realized that...maybe...my arms were no longer with me. Not knowing what was going on all movement stopped. At that time I heard my wifes voice which now sounded loader than before. She was singing! She sounded quite comfortable. However, my question was still about whats going on. Suddenly the brightest light had came on. I was still on my back and my new outlook was one of fright. Ohh nooo....those sheets that I layed in...ended up as me...but...I was looking at two things. A massive pussy and my wifes face. I did not understand. Minutes ago my wife and I was making love but what the hell is this now? What is this that I am in. I tried to speak but I could not. I did not see any of my legs, or arms for that matter.

It looked as if my wife was in the bathroom getting ready for work. She was putting on lipstick and just being down right assertive with no regards that I was below in something or some sort of shape. Finally after she was done with her face, she looked down at me. " WELL, YOU WANTED IT BABY...YOU GOT IT. I JUST LOVE THESE NEW PANTYHOSE. OHH, WELL, I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU ARE. I THINK THAT IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY YOU CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE PERFECTLY CENTERED....WHATS THAT...OH YEAH YOUR RIGHT YOU CANT TALK. WHY WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO YOUR NOTHING BUT PANTYHOSE. YOUR NOW MY FAVORITE PAIR. YEP...MY NICE WHITE PANTYHOSE. WELL, YOU HAVE FUN IN MY PUSSY. I DONT WEAR PANTIES WITH PANTYHOSE LIKE YOU......THATS WHAT YOUR FOR. " When she said this I could only cry. She then begin to pull the pantyhose up on her. Ohh no! I am nothing more than just the crotch area of my wifes new white pantyhose. There must have been something about those sheets. Having thought about that...my wife just got finished dressing. I was deep in her pussy. Then with in seconds I felt as if though someone was pouring hot cream on me or something. Oh no...she finally came...she was'nt lying. It tasted awful. All I could smell was a mixture of urine and fish...rotten fish at that!!

The day went on. I was at the mercy of my wife. She would cross then uncross her legs purposly so that I could suffer. This would not let up. She climaxed off and on all day long. I could hear numerous conversations and then again smart ass remarks coming out of my wifes mouth to others which at the same time the remarks came out how ironic....she came on me aswell...at the same time! How humiliating. The smell was horrible. As the evening came to a close my wife had gone somewhere in the building. All of a sudden the hose was lowerd and I was relieved to finally get some fresh air. Then I saw nothing but yellow liquid coming out of my wife down into the toliet. She sprinkled little bits on me at the time in which it landed in my eyes then mouth. I began to cry in pain but I could not cry out loud. I wanted to turn my head but I really had no neck. Then, she started to wipe herself. She had a sheet of toilet paper and then she stopped all of a sudden. " OH...I DONT NEED THAT HOW SILLY OF ME ", she said. She then quickly pulled her pantyhose back up. I wanted to scream but it was useless. I was then back in her pussy with nothing but womanhood with now fresh urine. How horrible. I heard the toliet flush. She paid me no mind. She then washed her hands and went on out. I could not see anything but darkness but I could smell and at the only thing I could smell was fish and urine. Later, obviously she was home from what I sensed anyway. She then started sliding her pantyhose off. She took a look at me and smiled. She said nothing. Next thing I realized I looked up and saw the ceiling. It felt like I was flying. Then all movent stopped. I landed obviously in a hamper. I was face to face with something that was completly disgusting. I saw nothing but a pair of panties in which they contained a horrible dirty pussy stench and at that I was faced with a shit streak. At my new size it was massive in which it looked like it was layered. At that I can imagine that I must have been in with other clothes and hosery. Damn, my wife had her hamper and I had mine. Funny...today is Tuesday. My wife does laundry on Saturday nights. I believe that these were the panties she had on Monday night and at that I realized I had more days to go of more smelly clothing to smell. Basically nothing but socks, stockings, thigh highs, panties, thongs and bras. She never seperated anything until it was time for laundry. It was obvious that with my new life this is what I had to look forward to...being worn, put in the hamper and washed like all pantyhose are. How horrible...whats next.

Part 2

Wash and Worn II

Great just great! It must be Saturday. I just remembered that this is laundry day. This time, rather than being face to face with a shit streaked pair of panties, I happen to be " face on the ass " section of those very panties. At the same time there are loads of clothes on top of me in which they were all of my wifes sweaty and smelly socks, nylons, bras and thongs. It is so sad and even pathetic. I am nothing but dirty pantyhose. I have gotten use to my new existance. I felt the hamper moving. I knew then that it was my time for a shower so to speak. Oh joy! Suddenly the load started to get light and then I soon saw light and a hand that had red painted finger nails. It was my wifes hand. She finally took me out of the hamper and like a rag doll, she tossed me right in to this round like object. Of course the washing machine. I did not understand this at all. We must have been in a laundry mat. Or should I say my wife must have been in the laundry mat. I was in with the rest of the the clothes. My wife shut the door in which I could see through the glass. She was inserting her money. Still...not even paying any attention to my existance. How pathetic. She then looked as if she was pressing a button. Then, soapy like water started coming out from above me and in an instant...I was going around in circles. I did manage to see her just walk away right before the speed of the washing machine picked up. The soap was burning my eyes. This went on for about 45 minutes. The washing machine stopped. Where the hell was she. It was stranged but I ended up face up to the window and I could basically see everyone in the laundry mat. First of all I wondered why she had come here. I then realized that the washer and dryer at home was broken and I did not report it to have it fixed. I guess I am actually paying the price. Wow I am really drenched with irony. The door finally opened. Wait a minute!! I saw a hand that was not my wifes. As soon as I noticed I was looking at what appeared to be a young Asian girl whom might I add from my size looked the same size as my wife. She raised me to her face where we finally saw each other face to face. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?", she said. She then took her finger and rubbed it in the now clean crotch area of the pantyhose that she had in her hand. She rubbed her index finger over my nose. I then saw her look with a satisfied but evil grin. She then looked up and around as if she was about to steel something. I guess she may have been looking for my wife. " OH HOW LOVELY! I DONT THINK SHE WILL BE NEEDING YOU....AS MUCH AS I BELIEVE THAT I WILL NEED YOU. " I was in shock. This woman took off walking real fast like and then apparently she stopped. My face was not that exposed but I could see her face look back and then I heard my wifes voice. " WHERE THE HELL IS HE?, my wife said. By now I realized that she must have taken her clothes out of the washer. Then I felt movement. The women that held me took off running. Oh no..what now!

An hour went by. I felt movement again but I now could tell that whomever this Asian woman was she was now in what I believe was her home. Man was this place disgusting. She lived in a one bedroom apartment from what I could tell. She then pulled me up to her face again and began to speak. " WELCOME TO MY HOME LITTLE MAN! YOU ARE THE CUTTEST PAIR OF PANTYHOSE THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN. OHH DONT BE SCARED! I AM NOTHING MORE THAN JUST A PROSTITUTE. ITS GOOD MONEY. I HAVE A LONG NIGHT AHEAD AND I SURE COULD USE YOU WELL TONIGHT. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DISGUISE YOU JUST IN CASE THAT BITCH YOU WERE WITH DECIDES TO GO ON A SCAVENGER HUNT. SHE SAW ME RUNNING AND I BELIEVE THAT SHE WOULD BE LOOKING FOR ME SATURDAY AT THE LAUNDRY MAT. I HAVE HEARD ABOUT TRICKS SUCH AS WHAT YOUR NOW PART OF. BABY THEY ARE NOT REVERSABLE. BUT I DO HAVE A MUCH BETTER PLACE FOR YOU. THAT BITCH YOU WAS WITH MUST NEVER WEAR PANTIES WHEN SHE WEARS YOU AND WHY WOULD SHE, AS COMFORTABLE AS YOU LOOK. I HAVE AN IDEA! I THINK I WILL TAKE YOU TO AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE AND SEE IF SHE CAN PUT YOU IN ONE OF MY FAVORITE PLACES SO I CAN MAKE YOU PERMENANTLY....MINE."

This did not sound good and yes I was still damp. This Asian women told me that she would be taking a nap and thought that she would just hang me on a clothes line in her house so that I can dry. I hung there for hours. Fortunately, she hung me by a clock. I could see that it was going on 8pm. I then saw her walking towards me wearing a high...and I mean high short and tight skirt with black stockings on. She wore black pumps and I could not discribe a shirt or anything because she had on this short black fur coat. She looked like a complete bimbo. Yes she looked like one of those 20 dollar prostitutes that pretty much get hit every 30 minutes. Where ever it was we were going we finally got there. It was dark form what I could tell. I then heard this Asian womans voice. " Hi Madam Razell! I have a favor to ask of you. You tought me how to turn man into servants to even turning them into clothing. I have no knowledge though of what actually to do but I have someone here who needs to be reversed." With that said she laid me down on this table that had some sort of old book and Crystal ball. My face was under this bright light. There was another woman looking down at me and this one looked to be in her 50's. I could tell that she was some what dressed with what most tellers or terot card readers would wear. I then heard her speak. " Tulip...my child ", Madam Razell said. Wow I finally cought the Asian womans name. " Tulip, this is pretty impressive. The woman that did this seems to be very creative. I can sense that this gentleman is very displeased with is new position in life. He does not like....what I sense...his wifes vagina. He wants out. I can now even sense that what he fears will happen more than likely just might happen. He now even fears me. " Wow this woman really was phsycic. " Tulip...you must leave him with me! I shall make arrangements. I sense that he was stolen and that you want to enjoy him at his expense. I sense that you want him....to be your thongs. Considered it done in two days! ", Madam Razell said. " Oh thank you Madam!" Tulip said. Oh how horrible. Tulip then left.

I was left on the table. The door to this magical like environment closed. I then looked up and Madam Razell was looking down at me. She then began to speak to me. " WHAT IS SHALL BE NO MORE. YOU ARE OF SPECIAL QUALITY AND NOT PROPERTY OF A WHORE! MAGIC ONLY BELONGS WITH A PERSON THAT TRULY UNDERSTANDS IT LITTLE ONE. DONT YOU AGREE? " she asked. It was not like I could answer. Then rather than see her face she quickly brought her hands together quickly like she was casting a spell. Then there was smoke. The smoke had finally cleared. " What the hell?"...I said. Wait a minute...I could speak. I cant move, still no arms or legs but I can feel, smell, taste, hear and now speak...but where am I? I could only look straight still and side to side. The smoke cleared. I was somewhere but I did not know where. There was these two large pole like objects hovering above me. For some reason it did feel like I had arms but they were connected to my waist and it felt like these two poles were going underneath my arms....as if I had somone in a headlock. Poles...they were not hard they were soft. I then heared a sound. It sounded like a toliet flushing. Then the poles begin to move. NOOO! It cant be. I looked up and saw yet another big cunt. Then, I looked closely and saw Madam Razell looking down at me. " HELLO LITTLE ONE. I HAVE NO OTHER WORDS FOR YOU AFTER THESE BUT I WILL TELL YOU THIS MUCH. YOU ARE NO LONGER PANTYHOSE. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MY NEW LOVELY THONGS. TULIP DID NOT DISERVE YOU...BESIDES YOU AGREED DID'NT YOU! MAGIC ONLY BELONGS WITH SOMEONE WHO REALLY UNDERSTANDS IT. IN JOY...MY LITTLE ASS PLUG." I then screamed but it was no use. She started to pull her thongs up and at the same time I heard a farting sound. She must have shitted. I just remembered I did not see her wipe. I should have known. She did this not only with wanting me but also in being phsycic. She knew what I had gone through with Angelica's panties. That shit streak. Now I am about to find out what its like to be streaked. Still, I was going up slowly. Her smiling face disappeared and then I begin to smell nothing but shit. Finally I ended up inbedded in her ass. I then felt walking. I am use to it by now to know what it is. Suddenly..she farted again. I gagged. Any noise from the outside I could hear but it was muffled. I heard a muffled laugh after she farted and just like that I had to accept my new position. I thought being the crotch of pantyhose was bad. This was worse. Minutes later without worning...it became real hot. There was no longer any kind of up wind coming from behind. There was a little pressure as well. I then realized that Madam Razell must have been sitting down. She then began to move. I could not take this. I felt something sticking to my nose and it even had a foul odor. The streak. It found its mark. My new form was completely covered in it. I was now the streak or at least I smelled of it.

MEANWHILE OUTSIDE OF RAZELL'S THONGS...AND CLOTHING:

Phone ringing......

" Hello ", answered Tulip. " Yes this is Madam Razell. I am sorry to inform you that there was a run in the pantyhose. I tried them on and the run split all the way up unto the crotch area. Your little friend I guess is dead...well, since he is only an object I believe that he is just worn out...so I had to throw him away.", Razell said. " Damn! I was really looking forward to wearing him tonight but I guess since you tried to change him to panties it did not work. I am well aware of the ritual you tought me and I am sorry that he just was'nt strong hosiery! Well, thanks anyway Razell.", Tulip said. " You are welcome my child! " Razell said.

MEANWHILE IN THE PANTIES OF MADAM RAZELL.....

I cant believe she told Tulip that lie. There was never a ritual. I am alive....or am I. Of course I am no life form. If there is such magic then what should happen if I go from another to another to another. Will I ever be worn out? It was beginning to be something that I was looking forward to. I did not want to be worn like this though. Razell was still sitting down. It was growing incredibly warm....as a matter of fact...it was scorching. Then I felt as if some was pressing me or I should say that it felt as if though I was being smeered on something. I realized that Razell was moving. She was moving so that I was just being pushed deeper into her ass. The pressure soon was gone but this time it felt as though my head was being squeezed. I then felt something pulling me. Finally I was away from the asshole. I heard then very clearly Razell's voice. " Oh excuse me mam I had a wedgie.", Razell said. She must have had another visitor coming for advice or phsycic reading or even a magic spell of sorts. I screamed and then, her fingers let the thong goin which I went flying back to her ass. It was like being slingshoted!!! My nose landed right into her asshole. Then I felt pressure this time on my ass. Razell must have been sitting down. All I heard then was Razell say, " lets see where were we ?" With that said she started moving around like she was trying to slide or slither back onto a chair that she may have slid out of. This was only though I believe with the intent to get my face back into her ass so that I cant be heared at all...not even a muffed voice. She enjoyed this.

I am very good at telling time and if I am not mistaken...the last time Razell moved was to get rid of a wedgie in which when she stopped she slipped back into a wedgie. I was the wedge but this time she did not get up at all to remove the wedge. I guess with the intent to bother me. I must have been a wedge now for 2 hours. So with that it must be 11pm. Suddenly the weight felt light yet I was still a wedge. She still did not bother to remove me. I then felt my nose and what I could call my body being squished again. Not like a wedge but hey I was wedge and now sat on I believe as well. I then felt something rumbling. Razell must have been in her car. I could feel the wheels move through the seat. Suddenly the wheels did not move. I heard something that did not sound so good. I could barely hear anything but this is one thing I heard clear come out Razells mouth. " Wow....I have terrible gas ". When she said this she let out this fart that may have lasted 3 seconds. How humiliating. I could not take this anymore. I begin to start crying but the longer I cried it seem like the more the gas lengered. Then she farted again. She did this with no regards.

We finally got to her house. She had been walking around the house still not removing her panties at all. All I kept saying was that I could not wait until she jumped in the shower. It must have been about 12:45am now. I heard shuffling sounds as if though Razell was taking off clothing. It was about time. I was still waiting though. Moments later...I am under more instense pressure. It was finally going on twenty minutes now and so far it had been twenty minutes since being under this new pressure. I then heard something that sound like snoring. No way! Razell was laying down..with her panties on..my face in her ass and still passing gas. How low down, how filthy. This cant be happening. It only made me mad and at the same time I felt even more useless. There was absolutely no air..well there was the air that Razell was letting go and that did not smell to good. Not only that..I was beginning to feel myself slipping away but I knew I would not die. I must have been passing out. Off to sleep I went aswell.

I am not sure what time it is now but I awoke feeling free but still I smell nothing but a mixture of fresh air and shit. I finally awoke and it was a miracle. I saw nothing but other panties, well worn nylons which somehow had the toe section of the nylons directly in front of me. By this time I realized that I was in dirty laundry. I heard nothing at all which basically told me that like before I was nothing but dirty laundry. However, this I was looking forward to. I was not looking forward to being in her ass any longer. Life was boring now and at that at least I could breathe. I just could not wait until laundry day. Suddenly with that thought I heard a door open. " Razell! Razell! " It sounded like another womens voice. It sounded nothing like Razells voice. Whomever it was the thumping sound of the womans voice stopped. I looked up to see the woman looking straight at me.....or rather into a laundry bin that had nothing but dirty clothes in it and it just happen to have a pair of thongs that showed a severe shit streak...a layered one at that. " Damn, ma you sure need to wipe yourself better." she said. Damn she looked great but incredibly young. I dont understand how this could be Razell's daughter. She looked to be in her mid twenties. She looked down even closer. " mmmmm...so mom shrunk another one!" This girl was starting to piss me off. I then yelled up at her. " Hey you act like you never scene living thongs before. I will have you know that I am a white male...human at that. You and your mother will never get away with what you have done you...." I stopped there. The girl picked me up to her face. " You smelly little bastard. I really dont care what you are. You dont look human to me. You look like a pair of shit streaked pink thongs at the moment. Now make your mind do you want to be shitty our clean. A man...my shoes are heavier than you and you are suppose to be human. You know, if you would just shut up maybe I could help you." I began to listen to her but I just had to intrude. " Help me! How are you going to do that? You dont even know the spells... the magic or the so callin rituals." She then spoke to me. " Okay then if you say so! " she said. She then said something else very quick and I did not catch it. " LUDANNOVALCAREST!!! " I dont know what the hell she said but she walked away in comfort by saying it. Suddenly I my prespective changed again. I heard a hissing sound. Then felt wet. Whatever it was smelled pretty good...kind of like soap. Hey...I am in the washing machine. Suddenly I looked up from the washing machine and there she was...this twenty year old girl. " Listen little man! Look how quick you appeared in the washing machine. I told you I know this stuff. I am much better than my mother. Well, I have to go. I hope that you enjoy your wash. By the way my name is Karen. Maybe after your all cleaned up we can get to know each other better. " Once she said this she closed the door. I hated this part but hey I could not stand shit anymore. Uh oh...away we go.

The washer stopped. The door then opened. It was Razell. She then placed all the clothes in the dryer. I was the last article of clothing left behind. She picked me up and looked at me. She then said..." MMM....I will think about it! " What the hell was she talking about. In the dryer I went. This was the first time I ever been in the dryer and you talk about heat...it was awfull. As clean as the clothing was, I still felt humiliation. Round and Round I went. I use to have friends and acquantences now I have nothing but other pairs of nylons, pantyhose, bras, panties and thongs. No one to really talk to but rather a giantess phsycic to fear....but for how long. The dryer stopped. The door opened and it was Karen again. She then finally took me out of the dryer we looked clearer now eye to eye or at least her eyes to my face!!! " Now thats better! LONYCIBKURAK!! " , she said. Whatever that meant! Suddenly I saw smoke again. The smoke had cleared. Once again on my back. Then I looked up...it was Karen. For some reason she was getting closer....and closer....and closer...and then smaller...and then finally shorter than eye. " What the hell!!! " I was back to normal. " This is impossible, how did you do this?", I asked Karen. " You doubted me...asshole. I dont understand men sometimes. The spell has been broken. So go on with your life and do not come back here. You got it!," she said. " Oh you have my word but where are my clothes?" , I asked. She then gave me a suit in which when I put it on it was a little big but hey it was clothing. I was so excited that I just wanted to go back and beat the hell out of my wife for what she started. As I opened the door of Razells laundry room, Razell stood there. She looked so much shorter. " Damn..you felt really good in my ass sir! Its too bad but I admire my daughters sympathy. Its really too bad...you made a nice and comfortable pair of thongs. You absorbed alot. " , Razell said. " Oh by the way ", Karen said. " If you tell anyone of what has happened here then you shall be returned to this place. The spell then will be truly reversable in which you will belong....to me!!! " I did not pay it no mind at all. I was already ready to whip both of there asses but I left them alone and said okay. Karen obviously did not take me seriously but then I heard voices shortly after. " Help me!!! Somebody help me please Im trapped in this bitches shoe! Come on let me out it stinks in here man please dont let her do this!!! " I looked at Razell who was smiling at me and shook her head. I then looked at Karen. She was wearing a body dress that went down to her knees and she was wearing black pumps with a foot half way out of its shoe. I walked towards her and I begin to hear it again. " Please...down here who ever you are please somebody please. " I looked down into the heel section of Karens pumps and I saw a man trying to get up with his legs bent. He looked twisted. I was shocked. Karen then dropped her heel back into the shoe. I heard one last scream from the man and then I heard laughter from Karen. " You think this is bad huh. The man is alive...barely. There have been others like you. As a matter of fact...I believe your fate may be worse than the man that lies beneath my sweaty feet.", Karen said. She then stomped the very shoe she had on hard on the ground. " Take another look ", she told me. I looked down into the shoe that imprisoned the man and I saw no man. I did see nothing but red and little pieces of white that kind of looked like white chipped paint. Noo...she killed him. He was grinded instantaly. I then ran out only to hear everyones laughter. As I ran all I could remember were the words that Karen had said..." your fate will be worse than what lies beneath her sweaty feet."

THE NEXT DAY

It's about 6AM. I took the liberty to get a hotel room. Its a good thing that I remembered my bank account number because I have no wallet. I also am very good friends with the one of the bank tellers there. Now is my chance. I am now holding $400.00 and I am going to take a cab to my house. I dont think my wife is there and if she is I am going to beat the hell out of her...maybe I will figure out how to turn her into a condom and put her on. Then, screw the hell out of Tulip for my revenge. My wifey like condom in Tulips pussy!!...ha ha. She would have at least found the woman that stole her pantyhose. I finally arrived to the house. I checked the welcome mat. Yes..the key was still under it. I opened the door and walked inside. Wow...this place...smells so much better at my normal height. I walked pass the bedroom and took a look inside. There she was...out like a light. I noticed that there was someone else under the sheets. I walked closer..who can this be. An affair? I was going to beat her ass earlier but will I have to kill her. Suddenly...the minute that I got to the bed my wife jumped up. The sheets were off. " Who the fuck are you ? ", she asked. I then walked back towards the door to turn the lights on. I then looked her into the eye and said..." BITCH ". She was in shock. " Okay, since you are back to normal perhaps you can tell me who took you in the first place. You are suppose to be nothing more than the crotch of my white pantyhose."

When Angelica said this I looked at her with discuss. " Bitch...your pussy smelled like fish. I am never going back there. I dont know whats worse being in panties or being in the crotch are of your pantyhose. ", I said. " How would you know dear...is that where you were hiding in some lady's panties? " , Angelica asked. " Yes I have and you know I would have perfered.... ". Right when I said that, the figure that arose from my wifes bed looked awfully familiar. It was Karen and she had no clothes on. She was looking at me smiling. " I told you never to tell anyone but it seems as if though you dont like to listen. " Karen said. I grew scared and started stepping back. Angelica begin to speak..." You messed up know huh hubby. I heard about the orders that Karen gave you. Lets just say that I love being gay...you could not please me at all! ". As Angelica was buisy degrading me...my prespective of things started to change. I then saw Karen with a smile and look on her face like children to candy. I then started forming into something...I was shrinking. I did not know what was happening but I knew that whatever Karen was trying to turn me into she could do without any movement at all. She just stared as if everything was okay where as with me I could not help but to feel the pain of shaping. I mean I felt as if my mouth was closing and my head was squeezing....I kept trying to figure out what the hell I was going to become. Suddenly...everything was blocked out by smoke. Now...I knew that once the smoke had cleared I would find out what would happen next. Could I be panties, stockings, bra, what the hell was going on. All I could see was smoke. Then I heard laughter. Suddenly, the smoke cleared. I saw nothing but the ceiling but it did seem somewhat darker than my home. As a matter of fact...where ever I was kind of reminded me of Razells place. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I then heard Karens voice. " Oh hi Angelica. I am so tired of these damn cell phones. I will tell you the one that I am talking to you on now is so cheap!... Karen obviously was talking to my wife on the phone. I found out alot of information. Karen asked my wife how is she taking my death and both of them laughed out loud. I could swear that I heard my wife laughing over the phone. Then suddenly, I felt something hit me. I had a new prespective. I saw a tan colored nyloned foot. What is this....I cant move...I dont quite feel right at all. Something smells horrific or should I say I smell horrific...but why. Maybe I could use a shower. I dont know what the hell is this??? Then I heard Karen go on. " Okay now Angelica, well, I will tell you this much. Girl, when you ate me out last night it felt good. Hey hold up Angelica..I have to find my slippers" I guess what ever it was I was looking at was not the ceiling because I would have seen Karens face by now. What the hell is this smell though? Then I saw nothing but fingers and nails come straight for me. I then felt Karen grab my body. Things were going so fast. I saw Karen clearly now and then she dropped me! I finally saw what she was talking about. She had a mirror almost right above her bed but a little bit to one side of it. I was looking at my reflection. All I could see was my eyes and with that I looked like....fluff with my mouth extremely wide open. As a matter a fact the whole reflection was a zebra-head like slipper with the mouth being the opening of the shoe. I even so myself move my toungue. I looked to my right and there was the other shoe. I did not under stand who it was but it was the same thing. Those eyes though to the other shoe kind of matched Tulip. I was not really sure. Neither one of us could admit it. Without Karen even looking down she took her sweaty and smelly nyloned covered feet and slipped them into the slippers. She then looked down to both of us and ordered us to start sucking, other wise she will stand for however long she pleased. She was standing right on our tongues. She then sat down and since I did not want any pressure on me immediately started sucking her entire foot. Regardless of how repulsive it was I sucked as if though it was my duty and I am pretty sure the other living shoe did aswell. Though I could not stand this but this was the punishment that Karen stated irreversable. It was a nasty tasting life. I then heard Karen closing the conversation with now my widowed wife..." okay Angelica, I must go. Maybe one day I will let you borrow my foot massagers...you know those zebra slippers I was telling you about? Well, I will call you again take care baby. Bye...."

That was it. My new life. Hours must have gone by. I was sucking the whole time. Everytime I would stop or slow down Karen would stomp her feet and we would have to continue or else. I hated this job. I am nothing but dirty old slippers and at that I cant stand to have someones foot in my mouth but I guess I dont have much choice in the matter. One day, Karen came in her room and it was their her living slippers lay. She picked us up and sat us on the bathroom counter. I was placed on my side in a sense. Damn did I look awful. My mouth use to be somewhat white but not my mouth ( the inside of the slipper ) is dirty white. I looked like well worn slippers. I then felt her grab me again. She threw me and the other slipper in a bag filled with dirty laundry. Oh well, I guess it must be laundry day. I had begin to cry. It was apparent then that I finally had my new lot in life....the left slipper of a woman named Karen.

THE END