Kimberly had some time to waste, so why not have some fun?
She stared at her socks. "Too short," she thought. Within moments, her shins were adorned in a striking blue and white striped pattern. Only, she didn't stop there. She imagined the fabric inching its way further and further, the soft cotton sliding up and up and up her body.
The magical socks seemed to have more fabric hidden away in some secret realm, as they reached higher and higher until they came up right to the very top of her thighs and then...higher still. Something in her loins tingled, and the stripes slowed their progression up her body. A low moan rolled out of her lips and, without thinking, she rocked her hips up from the couch, eyes half-lidded as lust stirred in the pit of her stomach. What were these socks doing to her? How could she possibly lose control to a pair of *socks?*
The room took on a hazy tint as if she was not quite present in her own mind, the stripes feeling increasingly like a part of her skin rather than the socks simply resting on top of her skin. Wriggling her toes, she huffed and licked her lips, admiring how perfect and beautifully sexy her blue and white striped toes looked as the ‘socks’ melded gently with her legs--until there was no distinction between what was her own smooth skin and what should have been mere fabric. Kimberly whimpered quietly, staring wide-eyed at her fingers as the stripes took over that part of her body too, merely from just touching the socks. Things were getting out of hand... It was as if the socks had a mind of their own, and they were going to treat Kimberly to a whole new world of freakish foot fetish pleasure.
The socks didn’t stop climbing up her body, melding with her skin as they went, slipping into the folds of her pussy lips as her panties became nothing at all, the stripes all the covering her body needed. They coated her stomach and then her ribcage, treating her brassiere to the same magical dissolving as her breasts tugged down under the pull of gravity.
Kimberly swallowed hard and squirmed, growing more and more worried now--even with her highly increased libido--trying to rub the stripes from her skin. But, it really was a futile kind of reaction to try to stop them from reaching any higher, for they were as much a part of her skin as her skin was of the socks. In fact, even her skin didn’t feel all that skin-like anymore, but something between the material of the toe socks and something silkier, softer--something that made her want to run her fingers over her striped body lustfully and repeatedly.
Kimberly was cooked. She had places to be, things to do, but here she was sitting on her couch, grinding her hips against the air like she was riding someone power-bottom. And half of her body is covered in blue and white stripes--she can't be seen like this...!
And fuck, does she need a pair of sexy feet to worship...