Commission: Cowspotted Toe Socks

Cowspotted Toe Socks

By Princess_Lil

For Thighhighguy

Peaches used with Thighhighguy’s permission!

If only washing machines were as dependable as they used to be! So finicky and techy, heat coils burning out, motors not spinning things right--such a pain in the butt!

But at least there was a laundromat near Peaches’s home. A short walk, and there she was with a bunch of machines that actually worked. She brought all her own detergents, of course, but the tough part would be waiting for everything to finish. Not exactly the most fun to just sit around and wait, but hey! Cellphones are great for passing the time.

The cute cowgirl put her hooves up and played around on her phone, not a thought in the world about just how dangerous a laundromat could be.

“Hwahahaha~” a muffled giggle barely managed to echo from a nearby dryer.

Peaches looked around. There was no one else in the laundromat except her. Who could possibly be giggling?

“Hwahahahaha~ Yeeees! Yeees! Come to mommy! Hwahahaha~!”

Peaches scrunched her face and stood up. She was definitely hearing someone. She stepped over toward one of the industrial dryers and poked her head to see through the open door.

...A woman was stuck inside. Rather chubby, nuzzling a pile of socks, and apparently completely clueless she was being watched.

“Nice and cleeaaan~ So tasty! So yummy! All these socks just for me~!” she squealed far too happily. Her cute little spaded tail wiggled about happily as she squished the socks against her face. Her big, chubby butt wagged from side to side even in her scrunched up state just to fit in the dryer.

“...Hello,” Peaches said with just a slight lilt in her voice. “Are you okay in there?”

The chubby cutie froze. Her tail stiffened. She looked back at Peaches with shock clearly on her face. “How did you find me!” she squeaked before she started trying to wiggle out of the dryer. It was going to take her some time.

It was impossible not to laugh at her shenanigans. “Do you want some help?” Peaches asked.

“Q-quiet mortal!” the chubby cutie said with a huff as she managed to twist around. Gosh. She sure was flexible. “The great Sockubus needs no help from you!” she wiggled a bit more before she sort of just spilled out of the dryer right onto her face. She grunted and slowly stood up before meeting Peaches’s gaze.

“You probably shouldn’t be stealing other peoples’ clothes,” Peaches reminded her.

Sockubus frowned for a moment. A sock was stuck between her cleavage. “Hmph! We’ll see how you feel about that soon!” She leaned forward and breathed a pink smoke right across Peaches’s face.

It didn’t make Peaches cough. Instead it smelled… kinda nice. Floral. With a hint of freshly dried cotton. It was really nice. Nice and relaxing. She stumbled backward right into a chair. Hee. Everything felt so good. So nice…

“Hwahaha~!” Sockubus grinned. She looked down and pouted at Peaches’s hooves before she shook her head. “I’ve never done this to a cow before. This should be fun!” She took a step forward and raised her foot before putting it right on Peaches’s lap.

Peaches looked down with a bit of confusion. Sockubus’s barefoot was… warm. Really warm. So warm and alluring. Hee. Was it glittering? Gosh. Why was thinking so hard. So nice to touch it. She couldn’t stop from running her fingers along the offered foot. So nice… Just want to touch more and more of it. Hff… so hard to think.

“Good girl… good. Give in! Mwahaha~ Give in to my wonderful feet. Feel your mind becoming foggier and foggier. A haze descending over you. Thinking like walking through a mire. Let yourself fall. Fall and enjoy. Touch and worship. Fall in love with my feet.~”

Peaches couldn’t resist. She needed to touch them. She tried to lean down to kiss the foot on her lap, unaware how silly she looked trying to bend so much.

Sockubus stepped back, guiding the poor cow. She plopped her plump rump right onto one of the washers and offered both her feet to Peaches. Peaches fell to her knees right in front of Sockubus and started to nuzzle the offered feet.

This wasn’t… right? Something was wrong… Something was off, but it was so hard to think. Such cute toes! So smooth soles. Hff…

Sockubus squished the cows cheeks together before slipping a toe right into her open mouth.

The taste was divine. A bit of salt. A bit of something unnatural. Smooth, yummy foot flesh! Hff, she needed more! More. She wanted the whole foot! She had to have it! She started sucking up toe after toe while Sockubus just grinned down at her. Her tongue ran over each toe, licking between them, tasting them, enjoying them! Her cow tongue was perfectly suited to the task! As if she was made to worship feet! 

And maybe she was.

Peaches took an impressive amount of the foot in her mouth. More than she should’ve been able to! Her mouth almost seemed to stretch. She could feel toes at the back of her throat. She could take the whole thing! She figured she’d be drooling over Sockubus’s feet, but she’d stopped. Really. Her mouth felt dry. Really dry. And soft! And her teeth… Where did her teeth go? Shouldn’t they be scratching Sockubus’s foot?

Sockubus wiggled her toes inside Peaches. She watched the cow’s face starting to deflate. Her body becoming more and more plush and soft by the second. Keeping all her wonderful fur but becoming so soft. She stretched her leg and pressed her other foot against Peaches’s crotch. The cow’s clothes just melted away from Sockubus’s touch, and gentle, Sockubus slowly started sliding her toes into Peaches’s slit!

This was all wrong! Bodies weren’t supposed to work like this! The taste of Sockubus’s foot in her mouth barely kept the cow pacified. Feeling her pussy becoming fuller and fuller by the second as more of her started to wrap around the legs of the chubby demon just alerted her more and more.

Her arms and legs started to recede. Slowly but surely, she was growing softer and softer, and her limbs were being pulled against her body. As she started to sink closer to the floor, she tried to hold on more with her “mouth” around Sockubus’s foot. She didn’t have teeth anymore. She didn’t even have eyes. She couldn’t see. Couldn’t really hear. Only feel. Feel and taste. That’s all she wanted, though.

Maybe if she managed to summon up the willpower, she could stop. She could find a way to change back. This could all be reversed!

But it was too late! There was almost nothing left of Peaches. Nothing but warm, fuzzy tubes crawling up Sockubus’s legs. Higher and higher, digging into chubby thighs, legs and toes filling every inch of Peaches’s body! So tight that she found herself wrapped around each toe individually!

Sockubus hopped from the washer with her new toe-socks on. Each step felt like Peaches was being trampled and stepped on. One sock might as well have been her face, with the bottom being her tongue, and the other was her pussy, constantly being rubbed. When Sockubus wiggled her toes, Peaches could barely contain herself! A strange, socky bliss overcame her! Too hard to think…! Too hard to do anything!

...but was she really just socks…? Certainly Sockubus would change her back! ...right?

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How long had it been?

Peaches could barely remember. Sockubus hadn’t taken her off. Peaches was forced to worship the demon’s feet twenty-four-seven for more time than she could remember. Each time a toe wiggled, she’d feel so fully and happy. Even though she was starting to wear out. Starting to fray.

That Sockubus hadn’t put any holes in her was a miracle! Peaches didn’t want any holes! Even if she felt pretty worn out, she wanted to stay on Sockubus’s feet forever!

“I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” Sockubus murmured as she walked through her “realm” -- a small pocket dimension filled with her hoard of socks and stockings and feet protruding from portals of mortals who sold their soles to the demon. “You must really love my feet! After three years, I expecting you to fray and be ready to be remade! Hwahaha! Such a good footslut!” she gleefully laughed.

Each bit of sweat that collected in Peaches just made her want to be Sockubus’s socks more and more. So warm. So fuzzy. So full. Always tasting sweet demon feet, only able to think about toes. She could barely remember what her life used to be like. Imagining not being socks made her sad! No. She’d always been socks. All she was ever good for was being wrapped around Sockubus’s feet!

All she could dream of. All she could think of. All she could hope for. All she wanted was to be socks. And that’s all she would ever be.