TF Storm: Man to Woman's Foot (for Lulcas) (Patreon)

(Lulcas requested their username attached)

My name is Lucas, a 19-year old man. One night when I was hanging out with my best friend Courtney, when both of our phones went off with a national alert. Another of what experts were calling a Transformation Storm, or TF Storm, was forming in our area. We knew what this meant, and we sprinted for the basement. It was too late, however. The storm washed over us and I passed out, waking up as Courtney’s foot, with her having watched me suck into her body. I couldn’t speak, but was left with the ability to see, hear, and feel, but way worse than that: I could also smell and taste. It didn’t take long for both of those to become torture. She felt terrible for me, and tried to make it as comfortable as she could. Whenever she was home, she stayed barefoot, even though her feet would get freezing, and washed me often to keep the terrible smell and taste from gagging me. She was a video gamer like me, and would basically always sit on her feet as she played. But she did her best to change that up, so she would instead put her feet, or rather, me and her actual foot, up instead of underneath her. I was grateful, but of course I couldn’t share that sentiment. Part of being a video gamer is being on Discord a lot with fellow gamers, and Courtney was no exception to that. While she was chatting with our mutual Discord friends, she would usually tell me what they were saying so I wasn’t bored out of my skull, or out of my toes, I guess. But then she started to go silent, and started to look at me differently. Instead of looking at me with pity and friendship, she started looking at me sadly and eventually coldly. I knew when she as on discord with our friends, and every time she walked away from that, she treated me... well she treated me more like a foot than like her friend. When it was cold in the house, she pulled on heavy socks or slippers, which soaked me in her disgusting sweat. She went back to sitting on me when playing video games, and basically never talked to me anymore. My life went from terrible to torture. Combined with the sweat and stink of her socks, it also put me in complete darkness. Now I wasn’t even allowed to see the world and the girl who tortured me. With her feet up while she played games, I could at least watch her play and get some amount of entertainment. But now buried under her ass and encased in fabric, I was just a sweaty mess, hidden away from the world, nothing more than an uncaring woman’s foot.