Desperate for Work

Life had been hard the last few months. I was fired from my job for some bullshit that wasn’t even my fault and I’ve been desperate to find something new ever since then. None of my contacts were any help at all, even my closest professional connection said he couldn’t be seen with me for at least a couple of years and people forgot about what happened.

And since I was technically fired, I wasn’t eligible for unemployment. So I really was on my own. My girlfriend had left me, saying she couldn’t be seen with a broke man who couldn’t hold a job. I started applying to jobs outside of my field, anything that would pay the bills for a while.

Nothing was happening, and I was making no progress at all. Until I applied for something online, something called TF Experiences. To be honest, I didn’t fully understand what the job was, but I had to take a chance on it. It sounded like I would put my name into a database and clients could hire me directly from the service. I figured I could have that going in the background to pick up some extra cash while I searched for a new permanent position. There were options on how much I wanted to make, so I figured I would try out the highest level of compensation at first and lower it if I wasn’t getting any bites.

It was a long process and a lot of forms to sign. I even had to get on a live video with a woman from TF Experiences to go through them all and make sure everything was in order. It seemed pretty serious and it sounded like I wouldn’t be able to back out once a client hired me. While I was still a bit unclear about what the job actually was, I signed everything without hesitation. Without some kind of income soon I was in real trouble.

A couple of days went by and I almost forgot about it. But then as I sat down at my computer, I saw an email come through from TF Experiences. Opening the message, I saw a portrait of a young woman, probably early twenties or maybe even nineteen years old. Reading the text surrounding her image, I gathered that her name was Alison and that she wanted a pair of stockings for five days. I couldn’t tell, however, where I fit in, was I meant to buy a pair of stockings for her? Was I a delivery driver?

Reading further, I saw that if I didn’t accept the assignment within a day, that I would be subject to penalty fees, so I clicked on the button labeled ‘Accept,’ figuring that I would get more information on the next screen. As soon as my finger lifted off the mouse, I felt weird, like I was about to pass out. My vision started to fill with spots and I started to feel dizzy. I raised my head to my forehead in an attempt to steady myself, but my palm never made contact. My world went black.

Slowly, things started to make sense again. I could feel myself laying down on something soft. Though I couldn’t tell if I was on my side, my chest, or my back. I tried to blink my eyes to focus my vision, but nothing happened. I must have been in darkness. My attempts to stand failed. In fact, none of my muscles responded to my attempts to move.

Without warning, my world shifted violently with a loud wooden scraping sound. I panicked and tried to brace, but none of my muscles responded. A rectangle of light opened up over me, revealing that I was inside of a drawer, even though that made no sense at all. As the light fell down on me, I noticed two things immediately.

The first was that the woman from the email was standing over me, her hair wet and body wrapped in a towel, and the second was that I was surrounded by clothes, more specifically, women’s underclothes, socks, panties and bras. What the hell happened to me?

“Oh good, my order came through,” Alison muttered to herself, a smile crossing her face. She reached down toward me, making me jump in panic. Not that I actually moved, as I still hadn’t regained the ability to control my muscles. But her hand, which was giant now, looking like it was big enough to cover my whole body, grabbed something next to me, maybe a pair of underwear. Alison moved out of my line of sight and I heard the sound of rustling clothes.

She came back into my sightline and again reached down, this time grabbing a bra. Again she moved away and again she came back. Only now her hand moved right toward me. Her fingers were huge and slipped around me, easily scooping up my entire body.

As she lifted me, my helplessness became ever more obvious. My body flopped out of her hand limply, my field of vision twisting around the room out of control. It was hard to see, though even in my limited field of view, I could tell that she was only wearing the bra and panties that she removed from the drawer. I had to admit that she was stunning, the matching purple set framing her body well.

“I’m excited to try my new stockings,” Alison said, her voice booming around me. “I love how they make me look, but I guess I am too rough on them, I end up getting runs after only wearing them a couple times. Human clothing is supposed to be much more durable.”

By now I had a good idea of what happened to me, but it wasn’t until she said those words aloud that it really dawned on me. I had signed up to be transformed into whatever object the clients chose for me. It felt like it was days ago that I was sitting at my computer reading this assignment details, and my brain struggled to recall the details of how long I was going to be stuck like this.

“I figure five days is a good test run,” Alison answered the question I didn’t have the capacity to ask. “If it works, maybe I’ll hire someone for a longer stint. Maybe even you…”

Longer? Could that happen? What was the deal with this TF Experiences company? How the hell could they be transforming people like this, and how do I get out of this? I wracked my memory trying to discover if there was any way to get out of this contract. Though unfortunately, it seemed the opposite. The woman I was on the phone with during the process made it a point to explain that there was no backing out.

But all of those thoughts would have to wait. Alison lowered me to the ground and brought up her left food to meet me. I could do nothing as her toes pressed into me and started to stretch my body around them. I was never a foot person, and a shiver of disgust ran through me at her touch. Though after a moment I realized that there wasn’t actually anything to be disgusted by: Alison’s skin was clean and warm, the surface of her foot felt almost pleasant.

Though the way my body moved as she pulled me up her legs was deeply concerning. Without hesitation or concern for me, more and more of my body pressed up against her smooth, warm leg. As I raised up toward her thigh, a shiver of excitement ran through me. Despite everything, I was wrapped around this woman’s leg after all. But then as I reached about the knee level, she lowered her foot, trapping me between her sole and the floor. I expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. It wasn't comfortable though, more like the sensation of someone laying on top of me.

Meanwhile, Alison raised her right foot and repeated the process, another part of my body stretched and pulled around her. This time, as she raised me up, she didn’t stop at her knee, but continued up her shapely thighs. My breath would have caught in my throat if I still had either of those things, the purple of her underwear racing toward me. A shiver of sexual anticipation came over me as I felt the soft cloth of her panties beneath me.

She settled me in around her hips, leaving every inch of my body pressed up against her. I could sense the contours of her body, her long legs, her hips. Her ass stretched me out, the warm, soft flesh pulling me to my limit. I could even feel the contours of her vagina all the way down to the subtle dip between her lips. I shuddered internally, a feeling akin to the pleasant sensation of the blood running to my cock.

I was at a complete loss for words, unable to comprehend my new form for a moment. But then Alison lifted her leg to step forward and I felt her muscles contracting under me. Almost every part of my body felt something different as she shifted with the step. I didn’t realize just how many parts of a human body had to work together to do something as simple as walking.

From there my world became a whirlwind of these sensations. Without the ability to predict what her next step would be, I couldn’t focus on much else. I vaguely became aware that she threw a dress on over me, dropping some of my body into darkness and raising the temperature I was subjected to.

Then Alison stepped into a pair of shoes. I was instantly revolted by what assaulted me, the smell inside was terrible, the dirty, musty stink of human sweat trapped without the ability to evaporate. She walked, sat, stood, all in quick succession, twisting me in all directions and testing my ability to keep track of anything. Eventually I was able to gather that she was in public, at some kind of store.

Even though I doubt anyone could actually tell, I couldn’t help but feel the humiliation of being on display like this, nothing but a thin fabric over a woman’s intimate parts. I tried to get over this feeling, but it was increasingly hard. Hearing Alison talk to people casually was no help either, as it drew attention to the fact that people could see me wrapped around her.

The heat of her body increased as she moved, making this whole situation that much more uncomfortable. And along with that came the sweat, her body produced more and more of it, I could feel the dampness soaking into me. Her feet were even worse, the smell and sweat coming from them was disgusting and I couldn’t get away from it.

Eventually her shopping trip came to an end and we found ourselves back at her house, or was it an apartment? It was hard to tell down here. All I knew is that I was grateful that we were home and that I was going to get a break from this. She kicked her shoes off, but made no move to remove me. Instead, she simply replaced her dress with a tighter, skimpier one, which held way more tightly to me.

My day was apparently far from over. This was further reinforced when she stepped into a new pair of shoes, this time a pair of high heels. I didn’t figure she would dress up like this for nothing, so I must be in for quite a lot more activity. After a short taxi ride where Alison flirted with the driver, she stepped out onto the curb. With my newfound visibility from under her shorter skirt, I could see where we were: Standing outside Club Neuro, one of the most popular dance clubs in the city. Which, incidentally, is a place I would never allow myself to be caught dead.

But Alison strode through the door and I lost any ability to keep track of anything going on around me. The loud music, flashing lights, and crowd of legs around me made it impossible for me to know what was going on.

Then it got worse as soon as she apparently got to the dance floor. If it was hard to predict her movements when she walked, it was impossible to predict them now that she danced. Her hips swayed to the music, her legs following suit, waving me around in a way that made me fear that Alison was going to knock herself to the ground.

It became almost immediately hotter as well, the sweat building up on Alison’s legs. I could smell and taste it permeating my body, which was at least three times worse inside her shoes. It was overwhelming, the smell and taste of her stanky sweat making it hard to focus on anything else.

Through the haze of sensations, I felt hands on me, hands that were definitely not Alison’s. Quickly following the hands, something else pressed into me, much bigger and rougher. After struggling to see what it was, I finally was able to determine that it was another woman wearing jeans. She stood behind Alison and ground her hips into her ass.

Before then I hadn’t even known the definition of overwhelming. The scratchy feeling of this stranger’s jeans rubbed over my surface, setting my nerves on fire. It was intense and almost impossible to describe, like a mix between a pleasant but overzealous massage and sandpaper threatening to tear me apart.

Moisture kept building up, but I started to notice something different about it. Sure the sweat was still there, but there was something else happening between her thighs. Alison was absolutely getting aroused. I didn’t know what to think of that. In part, it was incredibly sexy to be wrapped around her hips and pussy while this was happening, but on the other hand, it was so deeply uncomfortable and utterly humiliating. It wasn’t painful exactly, but it felt like it could easily and quickly be pushed over into the realm of being excruciating. I dangled over that edge and was never allowed to relax.

Time lost all meaning as my mind was completely overwhelmed by the sensations. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Alison’s movements became routine again and the music faded behind us. She left the club! I heaved a huge sigh of relief and tried to relax on the way home.

Before I knew it, we were back at her place. She kicked her shoes off and started peeling me away from her skin. It was a slow process, but eventually her feet slipped out and a wave of cold came over me now that her skin no longer provided its warmth.

Without a word, she dropped me down into a laundry basket surrounded by other dirty clothes. I had to endure five days of this, and was she going to wash me?