Izzy was having a leisurely day with her friend L10 at the mall, browsing through the shops. She had been perfecting a spell to sneakily acquire items, and today she was eager to put it into practice. As they wandered into a shoe store, her eyes were drawn to a pair of flip-flops that caught her fancy. While Izzy began casting her spell to teleport the flip-flops to her car outside, a rambunctious kid darted through the store, bumping into her and causing her to fumble the incantation. As the child continued running, Izzy found herself unexpectedly sprawled on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She felt a peculiar sensation, as though there were two versions of herself, and a white strap was looming over her vision. Meanwhile, L10 was perusing the flip-flops on display. Excited by a pair he spotted, he was thrilled to find a matching red-and-white pair lying on the floor without a price tag. He decided to try them on, considering it a perfect opportunity for a bit of mischief, just as Izzy had intended. He slipped his feet into them, oblivious to the twist of fate that was unfolding. Back on the floor, Izzy's perspective shifted. She looked up to see L10’s face, but she had no way to call out to him. Her predicament had left her without a mouth, yet she was acutely aware of the intense, acrid scent of his sweaty feet. Each whiff of his foot odor made her shudder with a nauseating mixture of humiliation and helplessness. Her inability to communicate only amplified her distress. As L10 smirked at his successful theft, Izzy's realization dawned painfully. She had inadvertently cast a mimicry spell—one that meant if she was injured or broken, the effects would be irreversible. The grim reality hit her when L10 lifted his foot and slid it over her face, suffusing her senses with his potent foot sweat. The sensation was overpowering, and she could taste the saltiness of his sweat on the surface of her new form. Izzy's horror escalated as L10 continued to slip his flip-flops on. Her insole was pressed firmly against his sweaty soles, the weight of his steps causing her to experience a crushing, almost suffocating pressure. With every step he took, she felt the crushing impact, the squelching of her new form under his feet. Each stride was a brutal reminder of her situation. As L10 walked out of the store and into the parking lot, his enjoyment of his new flip-flops was evident. The harsh reality of Izzy’s fate set in with every step he took. He reveled in the soft, cushioned feel underfoot, completely unaware of the torment Izzy was enduring. Izzy could only watch in horror as the finality of her situation became clear. With each step, she felt herself being broken in, her once-new form being gradually worn down by L10’s relentless, indifferent weight. The crushing reality of her transformation became painfully evident as she was doomed to endure her fate, her once-familiar world now a nightmare of relentless pressure and sweat.
this is a piece made by pet
GenosLad with their Protogen L10
feel free to check out his original post of it <3
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58135152/
this is a piece made by pet
GenosLad with their Protogen L10feel free to check out his original post of it <3
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58135152/
Category All / Paw
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