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Virtual Abduction (Doll/Figure TF) [All Ages]
[NSFW Ver.] [Spanish NSFW Ver.] [Spanish All Ages Ver.] Lately in hololive's office a legend has emerged and popularized about a quantum computer virus that abducts the actresses who characterize the vtubers into their own characters, disappearing completely from the real world and becoming the vtubers character itself, being able to be digitally manipulated against their will by an off-screen person as if they were a 3D model or a video game character. It certainly sounds kind of scary to me, although it doesn't stop me from thinking that it is, at the very least, interesting. Sometimes sitting in front of the computer streaming locked in an office all day bores me a lot, and although it is true that we deal with many people, touch is not personal or warm , but more rather something to artificial, it's not like they're really talking to me when I read their messages (if I have the chance to read them, because sometimes there are so many messages that I cannot read them all), so the idea of being virtually abducted for quantum computer virus to become the character that I characterize, Marine Houshou, it’s certainly fascinating.Since it is impossible for that to happen, when I imagine that fantasy, I usually only see the positive aspects, and even though I understand that it has negative aspects, such as being a 3D model and a code that it could be manipulated by a person outside the computer., I usually ignore them for that very reason: the impossibility of something like this actually happening. then I just sink into that fantasy and the positives that I imagine from time to time. If I became the v-tuber that I characterize, my dealing with my followers would perhaps be more personal, without there being a character that serves as a filter between me and my viewers. Also, on the other hand, the disadvantages of being human versus a 3D character are clear, as humans we age and perish slowly, but surely and inevitably, while, if we were virtual beings with a 3D computer model, we would be immutable, and the ability to copy ourselves and spread ourselves over the internet in a certain way could guarantee us immortality and eternal beauty, something that humanity has sought throughout its entire existence without any success. Are we getting closer and closer to eternal life and eternal beauty as technology advances? I don't know, but at least in this case it sounds interesting and certainly more advantageous than the implications of being a human.Today 's early I told my opinion about that legend to my fellow vtuber actresses at lunch at a meeting we had, we joked a little with that idea, linking it with the fact that we have not seen the vtubers who have apparently been fired, conjecturing, between laughter and jokes, the possibility that they have been "abducted" by that computer virus in a crazy conspiracy that relates the company we work for, hololive, with those abductions, to go collecting one by one and subjecting us to a kind of virtual slavery - since only real humans have labor rights. Right now that my bosses at Hololive have asked me to stay up very late, until late at night, recording some promotional videos alone in front of the computer, that idea comes to me a lot, giving me a bit of fear now that I think about it while I am completely alone in the office, but if I think about it, it’s just bullshit that distracts me from my work, so I have to get it out of my head for a few more hours to finish work and be able to go home, since I am very tired of working today and I just want to finish this so I can rest in peace and calm.The longer it gets at night, the harder it is for me to work, to the point that I feel nauseous and sometimes I feel like I'm about to pass out or suffer from hallucinations, as if I heard voices saying to surrender to the void ... Was I having suicidal thoughts or something like that? Even in spite of all that, I kept working the best I can, even though the gloom of the night grows more and more and while my mind falls more and more into madness due to the fatigue produced by all that overworking that I was submitting to myself. Suddenly, by surprise and very shortly before I finished doing the job they asked me to do, the computer screen turned purple."Damn it" I said as I hit the desk hard. What a good time for the computer to die on me, without being able to back up all the work, implying that all the time that I was overexploiting to finish the work has been in vain. Suddenly that strange thought about that legend came to my mind again, perhaps everything would be easier if it were only a 3D model on a computer that only had to be beautiful for its audience without having to do anything else or bother leaving while others do hard work. Suddenly the computer screen throws a great white flash illuminating the entire room, something that made me very curious, so I stare blankly at the screen. Before I could do anything, suddenly I felt all my muscles numb and how the drool began to drain from my mouth as I looked lost at the screen. Suddenly the computer's camera turned on and, showing itself in a corner of the screen, only the computer's native recording program was opened, showing what was recorded: it shows me, but ... what the hell is happening? I am with dyed red hair and with my character's ball gown dress and all her clothes, am I hallucinating? Am I asleep from fatigue and am I having a lucid dream? ... Suddenly the white flash coming from the screen becomes more intense until it illuminates the entire office space impeccably and eventually blinds me., Suddenly I woke up... I looked around me, noticing that I was in a place where everything seemed very large (or perhaps I have made myself smaller? With giant furniture matching that of a personal room, lying on a small table . I do not remember much about what happened after that flash, but for some reason I’m still dressed like my character, Marine Houshou, it is perhaps still a dream or some kind of nightmare? suddenly a giant man comes with another small person in his hand, which moves a lot, and puts it upright on the table. This other little person had the appearance of another vtuber, Yuzuki Choco. Suddenly Yuzuki started yelling at the giant man asking for explanations very angry, to which the man replied that it no longer mattered because we no longer existed in the real world.,I’m not sure if what is happening is a dream, everything feels so real, so genuine ... If this is a dream, I end up waking up at any time without any problem, but I can’t do anything but get carried away. Even if this is real, it's not like I can do anything to resist or avoid it, is it? So, I decided to let myself be carried away by the situation and be collaborative with the giant subject, perhaps more interesting things will bring us in this apparent new virtual world in which we have been included. After several minutes (if not hours) of being the giant man's toy, suddenly everything went dark, as if I was locked in some place... The most I can perceive by touch is that at least I have clothes again, but, on the other hand, I feel that I cannot move freely, as if I was attached to a wall, with my feet dangling slightly and only touching the floor with the toes of my pumps, tied in some way... what hell is it happening now? I stretch out my arms, which luckily, I have free, and touch everything around me: the only thing I can touch are some walls very close to me and, above all, a smooth wall that seems to be made of some soft material like plastic right in front of me, realizing that I am enclosed in a kind of box. Suddenly everything lights up and I can see what lies beyond the box: apparently, I am in a room where the lights were off, but now they have come on... Little by little I begin to perceive the situation in which I'm... looks like I'm inside a box with a front wall of plastic transparent, letting me see outside the box and who is outside inward revealing it. In front of me are several shelves with dolls packed in their boxes, allowing me to quickly discover that I was inside one of those boxes, as if I were a doll of those... I was sure that what it’s inside the other boxes are dolls because the ones on the shelf in front of me did not move a hair, while they looked blindly towards infinity, meanwhile I can move...Then I stretch my arms out to touch the wall of plastic and now… what happens? I cannot move... and my arms were stretched out in front, how long will I be like this ?, Does the dolls that are in the other boxes share the same cruel fate as me? They spend the days, months and eventually completely lose the distinction of time, while I'm locked in my thoughts every day, they become less frequent, being slowly replaced by a sound of static sounding in my mind that gets louder and louder…,
(footfetish, sockTF)“So, this is really what you are into.”, Kelly asked her boyfriend. “I… I.. I…”, he was in shock. He had asked Kelly to help because heh ad accidently closed his internet browser and needed to find some articles he was reading or he would not be able to get work done before his vacation. Unfortunately he had completely forgotten that he had another window open with some fetish-comics he wanted to masturbate to once he was done with his work and those tabs immediately opened when Kelly restored his session. He was standing right behind her as she saw a comic about a guy becoming a thigh high sock for his friend who needed a replacement. Kelly turned the chair around and looked him straight in the face. “Do you want to become a thigh high sock and be worn by me?”, she asked. "..Yes.", he muttered. “What color would you want to be?”, she asked. “Black.”, he replied while looking down on the ground. “Like the ones I usually wear, huh?”, she noticed and smiled, “So you like the idea of being drenched in my foot-sweat?” “Y-Yes…”, he replied. “And you are really sure you would love to be my sock?”, she asked then. “Yes!”, he replied. “Okay. I could make that happen.”, she then said and he immediately looked at her with wide eyes. “You what?”, he gasped. “Yeah, I could build a machine that rea- Okay, you would not get it. To put it simply, I could build a machine that would be capable of safely turn you into a thigh high sockfor me to wear.”, she explained. “YES! PLEASE! I’ll do anything!”, he suddenly begged. Kelly just giggled and patted his head. “Calm down. Of course I will do it, if you want me to!”, she told him.A few days later Kelly called him over to her universities workshop where she presented him what looked like a large locker with tons or wires connected to it everywhere. “Tadaa~”, she shouted cheerful, “I call it the Human-Repurposor, name still pending, and it is the machine of your wildest dreams!” “Can it really turn me into a sock?”, he asked. “Would I have called you otherwise?”, she asked him, “Of course it can! Though I need to warn you the process is kinda rough and it might-“ “Yeah, yeah! It is safe right?”, he asked. “Of course, but-“, she replied but got interrupted. “Then let’s do it, I will be fine!”, he declared. Kelly sighed and muttered: “So eager, but I guess that was to be expected. Get naked and in you go!” She opened the door of the machine and he quickly stripped and jumped in. After a few inputs the ground and ceiling of the locker began to glow. And then it began. At first his body began to feel lighter, then he suddenly felt weak and his legs gave in, only that they completely collapsed as if there were no bones or muscles inside them. But it was not only his legs. His entire body followed the same process and he ended uplying on the ground of the locker like thrown away costume. He wanted to call out to Kelly, ask if that was alright, but his mouth would not open. Out of shock he wanted to close his eyes, but that was also impossible, so he was forced to look at the strange light emitting from the locker’s ceiling. Then he felt something poking him, as if he was hit by a very tiny soft-air bullet. And then again and again and again. Quickly it became more than fifty hits every second which together made his collapsed body shove around inside the locker ever so slightly. This continued for a while, but he quickly realized that there was more to those ‘bullets’ than just throwing him around. Every time a spot got hit another time, he felt the impact more than before and not a single spot of his body was safe from those hits. After just a view minutes every hit was fare more intense. It was not pain that he felt. Those hits were just pokes only very intense ones. After over twenty minutes of being shot thousands of times at every speck of his body, the shots stopped and his body collapsed back onto the ground. His body was folded onto itself and with his skin now much more sensitive it felt incredibly weird. Despite his skin just loosely lying on itself, he felt like he was sitting between to big people and the way he felt his own body heat just made the image clearer. Then suddenly the ceiling crashed down on him, flattening his sensitive body with the force of hundreds of kilo, but to him it felt like hundreds of tons had dropped onto him. On impact he felt like going unconscious, but much to his surprise and demise, he did not. He would have wondered if he might be unable to lose consciousness, if his mind was not too busy working through the intense feeling of pressure. The ceiling got lifted back up and at the same time a small hatched opened in the middle of it. The model of a leg was slowly descending out of the hole and when the ceiling was back in its original position, the leg was hanging in the middle of the locker. On every side of the locker, small hatchets opened and multiple tiny pincers came out and grabbed his skin from all sides. To him it felt like needles had dug into him. He knew what was going to happen and he was not looking forward to it. The pincers rose upwards, pulling him with them into the direction of the leg. He could only watch as he was brought closer and closer to the model until his face made first contact with it. His face got pressed onto the sole and toes, which might have had room temperature, but after his sensitive form has just had its warm skin pressed onto itself, he felt like he was pressed against the inside of a fridge. The pincers pulled up the rest of him, moving left and right to pull his skin as tightly onto the leg as possible. He did not even have time to get used to the, to him, freezing cold of the leg before something slammed shut around him, pressing him completely onto the model without any space for air left between it and himself. Then the casing and the model began to hit up. For a moment it felt kinda nice, but quickly he felt like he got cooked and eventually like he was actually melting away. He even feared that Kelly had made a mistake and he was about to turn into a puddle, but then the heat was gone and the casing was pulled back and the pincers returned. The heat must have made him even more sensitive than before, because as the pincers got hold of his topside, he felt it echoing through his entire body. As the pincer lowered, the leg slowly retreated into its hatched, giving him free again.He honestly just wanted it to be over and luckily for him, it was. The pincer let go off him and with one last intense impact, he hit the floor that must have rose up during the process. A loud ringing nose informed that the process was finally over and the door of the locker was quickly opened. His girlfriend’s hands grabbed him gently, but she might as well have been pushing his fingers into him with all her might, because that is how it felt to him. “Wow, you came out much better than I ever anticipated!”, she drove her fingers over him and that drove him crazy. He felt like a prey that got inspected by some sharp clawed predator. “Such an incredible quality!”, Kelly remarked, “So much better than the one I am wearing… If I transformed someone else I could sell you both for like 300 euros! Eh, not that I am going to sell you. NEVER!” He could not care less about her comment. His mind was like scrambled eggs from her eager touching of his sensitive skin. Then she giggled and announced: “Time to put you on!” and his mind became crystal clear. “Like we agreed on yesterday, I will transform you back in a week and won’t stop wearing you unless I am taking a shower. Of course I will also the other things you asked for. The daily jogging, taking three steps at once down the stairs, stuff you into my running-shoes when I am in the shower and of course I will wear you during volleyball practice! I hope I have not forgotten anything…” He wanted to scream, yell at her to stop, to turn him back! He was scared to just be put on in that state, but going through all of that seemed like true horror to him. “Speaking of shower, I could need one.”, Kelly then said, “I have been sleeping the past three days and besides sleeping and eating, barely took a break, so no shower whatsoever. That I was barefoot on my strong right foot the entire time made me sweat even more inside my shoe, but I kinda reserved it for you ahead of time, since you would just love it even more if it was covered in layers of sweat right?” Normally, she would be right, but as he was now, her boyfriend was unsure if he actually wanted to smell her beautiful sweaty feet. In the end though, he had no saying in that anymore. The shoe hit the ground and his opening was pulled apart. As the air entered through that hole and light reached his face down at the sole, he felt weird. Somewhat empty, not hungry, but similar. But he forgot that feeling as Kelly’s foot took over his view. As the, to him, giant foot was hanging above him, a drop of sweat feel off one of her toes and all the way onto the sock’s sole, which was most of his face. It was just a drop, but it felt like an entire bucket of warm liquid had poured into him. And then he realized that he could also taste it. He had sucked on his girlfriend’s socks in secret before and that was not how intense he remembered the taste. It was just a drop, but it felt like her entire foot had been shoved into his mouth and was rotating on his tongue. And before that feeling could settle, he witnessed the foot descending. The foot and leg hit his fabric and rubbed against it on its way into him. Her body heat made him feel like the sun was burning him and the skin grinding against his was like having a sponge scrubbing over him to get a very durable stain out of him.And then her sole hit his face and before he could even feel it, she gave him an immense pull to make sure he was especially tight around her foot and leg. In this moment, he found out how the onaholes in futa-hentais are feeling like. If he had teared, he would not have been surprised, but Kelly came not even close to stretching him far enough for that to happen. She cheerfully wiggled her sweaty toes inside him. The pressure, taste and smell were already running wild inside his brain, but the wiggling really pushed him off the edge. He actually felt like he was going to explode. “You really feel amazing!”, Kelly cheered, “I am going to really enjoy this week! And don’t worry. I will do my best to really wear you out!” In his thoughts, he begged her not do, but he could already feel himself descending and knew where the journey was going. The stench, heat and taste that had been driving him crazy was nothing compared to what he became exposed to once his girlfriend nonchalantly shoved him into one of the sneakers he had gotten her for her birthday over three years ago. She loved them and wore them every day, no matter the season, to prove how much they meant to hear. Years of sweat and filth getting stuck on the completely worn down insole had turned them into tools which she could use to torture people with. And while he loved the taste and stench of them normally, in his socked state they overwhelmed him! She carelessly tied the shoe, tightly as usual and, of all things, jumped to her feet. Taste, smell, wetness, pressure, stretching, heat, all of those things pounded his mind so much that it was almost blank. He was totally unable to focus or even create a thought. That got even worse, when Kelly started to walk off with a spring in her step. After turning off the machine and taking the key with her she left the workshop and looked forward to breaking her new boyfriend-sock that had already become her new favorite. It was so cozy and thinking that he must love it, she could not be happier. In reality, his mind did not allow for feelings like love of pleasure. Every step felt like an elephant crashed down on him. He felt like he was getting cooked inside boiling salty water and the pot was a laundry basket. And that image did not cover for the extended stretching he was receiving.Kelly went home and thought about taking a shower, but then looked down at her foot and decided against it. She had volleyball practice later and decided to maybe shower afterwards. It was Saturday, so she was really considering taking her next shower on Monday to let her boyfriend really marinate in her sweat and stench. For the same reason she decided to untie, but not remove her shoes until she would go to bed. So she just dropped onto the couch, turned on the TV, but paid all of her attention to her own foot as she playfully wiggled her toes inside her hot sneaker.He had been on her shoe for more than half an hour at that point and wondered why he was still inside it. “She must have gotten home already.”, he though and the gasped in his mind. He had made a thought! Not just a mental squeak about what his girlfriend was putting him through, but an actual thought with words! His mind completely snapped back from its blanked out state and he realized that it was difficult to stay fully conscious. His sense got still completely overwhelmed, but it appeared to have gotten a little better or maybe he had just gotten a little used to it. He had become able to actually feel his girlfriend’s cute toes instead of just feeling a wave of pressure from that area. He started to recognize the taste as Kelly’s sweat instead of just a very salty liquid and he began to feel differences between her sole and the shoe’s insole instead of just being sandwiched between heavy things. He even started to feel her leg further up, something that had been impossible before, because of all the overpowering sensations from the foot area. But his attempts to focus on one of those things were in vain.With time his perception grew better and better. Partly because it did get cooler inside the sneaker, so there was one less thing to overwhelm him. But at that point Kelly got off the couch, putting the immense pressure back on him, tied her shoes and left for volleyball. While her journey back to the university allowed to him get used to the feeling of her steps, once she put on her, much less smelly, gym shoes, he knew that he was going to get blanked out soon and he would be right. The running from the warm up was already making it impossible to focus. Constant trampling and the return of the sweaty heat were just too much, but when she actually started to play and jump around his mind stopped working completely again. He only awoke from this state when Kelly was already changing back and he felt like he had been run over by every single elephant in the world, four times. He was pulled out of the hot gym shoe and send back into the filthy sneaker which happily accepted the fresh layer of sweat. The training hat taken over three hours, so he was now at his fifth hour of being worn. And despite how beaten up he felt, he was actually very happy. The overexposure had done wonders. With the constant jumping out of the picture he was able to focus a little and was very pleased that he could finally fully taste and smell his girlfriend’s sexy foot. The heat was still pulling on him and being soaked in sweat was still something to get used to, but finally he had his favorite taste and smell in the world back. “You are not showering either, Kelly?”, he heard someone asked. “No, I… The others are all gone, right?”, she asked. “Yeah. All showering.”, the voice he now recognized as Kelly’s best friend Sheila replied. “I am wearing my boyfriend.”, Kelly whispered. “Huh?”, Sheila gasped confused. “My right sock is my boyfriend!”, she elaborated. “Wait what? HOW?”, her friend asked even more confused. “I built a machine-“, she tried to explain but got interrupted. “Of course, you did…”, Sheila said, “Is that safe?” “Totally!”, Kelly assured. “Did you test it? With whom? Or is this your test run?”, Sheila asked concerned. “NO!”, Kelly replied, “Do you really think I would do a test run on HIM? No matter how much he loves my feet and legs, I will not risk turning him into a very comfy sock forever!” “So... Who did you test it on?”, Sheila asked. “Officially? No one… BUT, the psychology students never change the passcode for theiranimal lab.”, Kelly explained. “Oh, that’s just mean!”, Sheila shouted. “The lemurs are fine!”, Kelly assured, “They have been various things but none of them show any mental or physical changes! The students have not noticed a thing either!” He had not even thought about any consequences, but after what he experienced, he was glad that his girlfriend had not been as mindlessly eager as him. “Well, if it really is safe… Does he fell good?”, Sheila muttered. “AMAZING! I have never worn anything more comfy in my entire life! Why?”, Kelly asked. “Oh, I was just wondering… You know… Christy would definitely love to be panties for a day.”, Sheila said. “Oh right. You anniversary is soon!”, Kelly commented, “I don’t mind, but remember that he machine is not really official or anything, so you need to be in constant contact with me.” “I won’t turn off my phone or anything.”, Sheila replied. “Also… Panties are fine, but isn’t she mostly into your ass and well… The scent of your ass?”, Kelly wondered, “Wouldn’t a pillow that you can bounce around and fart right into be bet-“ “Shut up or I will have to masturbate before leaving!”, Sheila interrupted her friend, “Yes, that sounds much better than panties.” “Come on, we can talk on our way to the station.”, Sheila said and started to walk. This time, the pressure was completely bearable for him. After what he had been through with volleyball practice, walking was nothing to him. He giggled in his head. She had literally broken him in, though he was still not fully able to take everything, obviously.On their walk, the young woman had a talk about turning Sheila’s girlfriend into a pillow for a weekend. Kelly told her that she can be really rough with her and that she did not need to worry about leaving any stains on her. Turning people back should get rid of anything that had no previously been part of the body. She also said that she might even be able to get the face on display on the fabric, to what Sheila shouted at her to stop saying such sexy stuff.When Kelly arrived at home, she again decided to keep her shoes on. This time, he was totally happy about that though. The smell and taste were as divine as he was used to and the heat barely distracted him anymore. He even started to receive the full feeling of her leg inside himself and was able to enjoy that smooth skin of hers. Kelly's legs are muscular from all the volleyball practice and while he had massaged her legs before, he suddenly felt like he had always underappreciated them. He wondered if she should ask her to squeeze his head between those legs once he was back to human.After an hour of watching something, Kelly decided to go to bed. She walked into her bedroom and dropped right onto her bed. Her open shoes just feel off. With some crawling she got her legs onto the bed as well and wrapped herself into her blanket. She wiggled her toes around with a smile and this time, he was enjoying the sensation a lot. Kelly then fall asleep, but he did not. After just this half a day of wearing he had already became a very stinky sock and he loved it. So he spent the entire night just feeling his girlfriend’s foot and enjoying the taste and smell.The next morning Kelly immediately went of jogging like promised and despite what he had feared, he was completely fine with her heavy stomps. He had finally become adept enough to fully engulf himself into what he had asked for. Kelly’s hard work to make this week as sweaty and stinky as possible for her boyfriend were finally something he could look forward to. He loved her stomps so much that he wondered why he had never asked her to trample him before. He could feel his fabric getting flattened between the sneakers and her soft sole on every one of those heavy steps and he also felt how the sweat was squelched out of him before he absorbed it back into his sock-body. His form was tightly wrapped around the leg, so he could feel he muscles flexing when she lifted the leg up, what was like a massage for his fabric.She had no volleyball practice on that on Sunday, so she decided to just spend as much time as possible in the hot sun. Venturing through the city, chilling at the river, doing some outside yoga, all of it to keep her foot hot and sweaty.After her run the following day she removed him and shoved him deep into the sneaker, as well as shoving the other sock into it as well, imprisoning him in the hot worn out sneaker with another source of sweat for him and the insole to take in. He was the first thing she put on after drying herself off.For the rest of the week he spent only twenty minutes a day not on her leg, but eventually the moment of turning back had arrived. That process felt completely different, though it might be because of how used he was to intense sensations at that point. “Welcome back!”, Kelly greeted and jumped at him. She kissed him deeply before giving him a chance to reply. “I love you so much!”, he said. “Hehe, so that means you liked it, right?”, she asked. “It was rough at the beginning.”, he admitted, “But then it was just amazing!” “Rough? You need to tell me all about it later, maybe in your bathtub?”, she suggested, “Anyway, you also felt truly amazing! I would love to wear you again some time!” “Oh, yes! Anytime!”, he agreed and put his clothed on.He would later tell her all about it while they cuddled inside the warm water of his bathtub. Somehow, he really needed that bath. Kelly was more than just glad to hear about the rough-part before she fulfilled her promise to her best friend.
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