Hina - Socks

The object of John's choice is an Asian teen - a plant turns back into a Japanese schoolgirl, dressed in the typical sailor uniform that so many men like John dream of violating.

"Hi, Hina."

"Oh, it's you, the pervert. You haven't untransformed me in three years, you know. I bet all my friends are in college now, while I'm still stuck in high school."

"You don't feel time while you're transformed, though."

"That's why I still feel like it's a week from graduation! Where am I, even? Where are my shoes?"

"My apartment, and I took them off."

"What did you do with them?" Hina shuffles her feet about uncomfortably on the floor, unused to walking in her bare socks. "Can I have them back?"

"I gave them to your friends, so if you can find them again..."

"Forget it," she sighs in defeat. "I guess there's no point complaining now, tracking them down would take forever. Still, you have a weird hobby. Was it really that fun keeping me for three years?"

"Well, yeah. I thought your socks were cute." As if in demonstration, Hina goes without warning from highschool sex object to literal object - turned into her own two socks. Her new fabric form crumples a little without her human self filling herself out anymore, and the nondescript pair of black cotton socks rests limply on the floor, soles on the ground and holes facing up. The way it loosely stands only barely suggests its female feet that used to reside in itself. A fine state for an Asian schoolgirl, reduced to the very socks she wears.

John wastes no time in getting his dick out and showing why that reduction rings so true. He picks up the Hina-socks from the floor, and sheathes one over his erection before beginning to furiously rub, jerking off inside the limp, pliable cotton of Hina's threads. For a good few minutes, he loses himself in Hina's left foot like that, indulging in a cocksleeve who he certainly respected as a human being, but only for her female capacity to incubate her own perfect cocksocks, infusing them with the taboo of a student's stuffy innerwear, providing an irresistible target for him to spill his cum into. Any girl would be sickened knowing the people about them would gladly take the liberty of using their freshly worn socks to fap with, but such girls have nothing to complain about once they become those very socks being violated.

How can socks have anything to complain about, after all? If anything, turning every highschool senior of age into the clothes she wears would make things so much more elegant for the people driven crazy by her. No worries about consent when she's no more than the panties she was wearing. No concern about being caught by the owner - the "owner" is the skirt you're spreading your jizz into the pleats of, and an object doesn't own things, much less herself. No shame, just take your time marking each and every inch of some random teenager's blazer with semen - when a woman's in the form of its own garments, lingering scent and body heat, it's a much more convenient arrangement for everyone. Keep them, wash them, stain them, wear them, tear them, desecrate them for as long as you want without any worries about bothering them in the slightest, or turn them back into their animate, sentient female form once you're sated and life goes on.

With great vigor, John creampies the inanimate Hina, coating the inside of her toes, her entire precum-slicked length quickly suffused with thick ropes of semen, potent and irrefutable proof of how useful Hina was as a girl by wearing and warming its own socks.

Sighing with relief, he slips Hina's well-worn black cotton form off, giving her a reprieve from being wrapped around his cock, and lets her fall to the floor with a soft thud, where she squelches with newfound weight. As one foot of the cocksock lays discarded, John eyes his still-raging erection, sees the other foot forgotten in his grip, puts two and two together, and within minutes both halves of Hina are now thoroughly impregnated with their violators' cum.

Being a pair of average multipack garments you'd find inside her own shoes, Hina doesn't complain when John leaves it lying in a pile on the floor while he sighs with relief and washes up. When he does eventually come back, he untransforms the thoroughly dirtied socks into the Japanese highschooler they used to be, sprawled on the floor with her feet messily crossed where she'd previously been laying in soft, inanimate and thoroughly squished form.

"Ew, what did you do to me? I feel weird," are the first words that leave Hina's lips while she picks herself up off the floor.

"I turned you into your socks and came inside you," John nonchalantly responds.

"You turned me into my socks? I mean, I guess I can't stop you doing what you want in your own house, but ew, cumming inside a schoolgirl's socks? That's such a sick habit. I mean, it's not as bad as cumming inside a schoolgirl, but..."

Hina pauses, looking down at her feet.

"You came in my socks? I thought boys' stuff was, like, squishy."

"I came in you, while you were your socks. Now you're you again."

"Now that you mention it, I can feel something in my belly..." Hina gives a few experimental twists of her waist. "Oh, gross, it's like it's sloshing around when I move. Ew, and it's in my butt, I can feel it leaking out both ends into my panties. Did you really have to... I mean, I guess it can't be helped if your cum ends up inside me after knocking up my socks, but what if I get pregnant!? I haven't even graduated!"

"Oh, I can help you if you don't want to grow pregnant."

"Really!? Wow, I guess even a pervert can be worth something!"

And with those words still hanging in the air, Hina the sock-wearing and now-fertilized schoolgirl is a potted plant once more, returned to her place alongside the rest.