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Trust Machines - Support 4

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Trust Machines - Support 4

When Jerry saw Marcy break out the puppy-dog eyes as soon as they met, he knew he was in trouble.  “What is it this time?” he asked, resignedly.

“Dad’s going to this big fancy-dress party at work, and invited me along.  He’s going as Frank Sinatra, so I wanted to go as Nancy...  I can do the hair with enough hairspray, and I found this cute go-go dancer dress at a thrift shop.”  She spun about to show off the extremely short skirt of her sequined black dress.  With a hem that short it was more of a shirt than a dress.  

Jerry couldn’t help but grin at the view.  “OK, so what’s... oh, no.  You’re not thinking of ‘These Boots Were Made For Walking’.”

Marcy started to hum the song as she strutted back and forth in front of him.  “Of course I am.  It’s her best-known song.  I’ve gotta have a pair of high heeled black calf boots, but real ones cost way more than I can afford.  Please Jerry?  It’ll be such an awesome costume if you say yes...”

“Marcy, think about what you’re asking.  Everyone knows being shoes really sucks.”

Marcy pouted.  “I know.  But... have you ever wondered why?  I mean, I’ve never been boots, have you?”

“Well... no.”

“So how do we know?”

“I...”  Jerry shrugged.  

Marcy turned to the gaggle of mall rats that congregated around the Venn Machine.  “Who here knows what it’s really like being a pair of shoes?”

All the guys just shrugged, and the girls looked back and forth at each other.  Eventually one ventured, “My sister got turned into ballet shoes by a ‘friend’.  She said it was the worst eight hours of her life.”

“See!” exclaimed Jerry.

Marcy walked up to the girl who’d spoken.  “But why was it so bad, Tina?”

Tina turned away from Marcy’s intense look.  “I...  She said being ground against the pavement was the worst.  Every step she took wore away bits of her.”

Marcy frowned.  “But being torn while you’re clothing doesn’t hurt, so why would that?”

One of the others spoke up.  “Imagine little bits of you being lost all the time, not just a little tear.”

Tina frowned in concentration.  “Oh!  I remember now.  She said that it was like having her nails dragged across an old chalkboard.  The gritting and grinding as her ex-friend scuffed her feet were the worst.”

“See!” said Marcy.  “If I only walked on carpet, and made your soles really tough... you’d be fine.  And imagine all that soft, supple leather snuggled up against my calves.”

“I... well...” stammered Jerry

“I’ll wear my sneakers until we’re at the event, then change at the hotel.  No pavement for you!  Just carpet.  I’ll be careful, and I’ll make sure to polish you up nice before and after...” Marcy wheedled.

“Fine, fine.  I’ll be your walkin’ boots.  But the rest of the weekend we get to be whatever I want.”

“Yay!”  Marcy clapped her hands and jumped on the spot.  “Deal!  C’mon, the dance is in a couple hours, let’s do it right now.”

Inside the Venn Machine, Marcy picked her boot style carefully.  Getting the look right was only the beginning.  She couldn’t tell if asking for a ‘durable sole’ was doing anything or not by looking at the boots in the display, though.  It seemed to be making the sole thicker, so she hoped it was working.  Then with a grin, she changed tack.  She murmured ‘pleasurable’ a few times, following the bubbles and keeping as close to her design as she could.

“Ready Jer?”

Jerry smiled at her.  “As I’ll ever be.  Hit me.”  Then he crumpled to the floor.  Immediately he could tell something was different.  For one, he’d never felt so solid before, as clothing.  His soles were heavy, and felt like they could kick down walls without harm.  

Then his uppers brushed against each other as they sagged over.  The feeling went through him like electricity.  If just that graze felt like that, what would being polished feel like?

When Marcy picked him up, he marveled at the touch of her hands on his supple sides.  Her fingers had never felt so good before, and being clutched to her chest was magical.

Marcy gave Jerry a thorough polishing before the dance.  His mind had barely recovered from that bliss when he felt her feet slide into him.  She only wore him for a few steps in her bedroom, just to get a feel for walking in him... but that was enough for the pleasure overload to scatter his mind to the winds.  He couldn’t even feel his soles.

Marcy made sure to take good care of Jerry at the dance, and got plenty of cheers when she got the DJ to put on her song and strutted her stuff.

Hours later, back at the mall, Marcy reluctantly set her boots in the Venn Machine.  “I had an awesome night,” she murmured, giving them one last stroke and a kiss before moving clear of the entry.  She stepped into the other side, and stared in puzzlement at the blank display.

“Jerry?  Are you OK?  You have to hit the green button if you want to change me...”

The display flickered, and came to life as usual.  Jerry was standing there in front of her, wobbling drunkenly.

“Jerry?”

He went to his knees, curling his arms around his body in a pose very suggestive of the form he’d had all evening.  “Change me back,” he whispered.

Marcy crouched down in the display to bring her head nearer to Jerry’s.  “What?  But...  I thought shoes were bad...  Are you OK?”

The look that she got when Jerry opened his eyes stunned her.  There was no pain there, but desperation, longing and lust.  “Please.  I need it.”

“I...  Why?”

“Felt so good...”  Jerry tilted to one side and fell over.

Marcy shook her head.  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but we need to get you home.”  She hit the red button, then scooped Jerry out of his side of the machine.  She got one of his arms over her shoulder, and they staggered toward the mall exit.  Jerry muttered ‘boots’ pleadingly the entire way.

The next day, Marcy showed up on Jerry’s doorstep first thing in the morning, to see if he was OK.  He met her there with a very embarrassed look.

“I’m sorry about last night,” Jerry started.

Marcy shook her head.  “No, it was my fault.  I wanted it to feel good, and... I guess I overdid it.”

Jerry smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.  “I dreamed about being boots last night.  Of being owned by you.  Even now... if you asked, I’d let you change me back and keep me like that.”

“Really?” asked Marcy, wonderingly.  Then she grinned.  “OK, let’s go.”

Jerry’s smile was genuine this time, and he followed her to her car without hesitation.  When they got to the Venn Machine, he set the duration to a year and hopped in.

Marcy went into her side, to find Jerry kneeling before her once more.  “Oh.  My.  God.  You are actually serious.  You would let me wear you for... for a year?”

“For as long as you want to own me.”

“Jerry!  Snap out of it.  I am not your owner.”

“The deal was, I could pick what we’d be for the rest of the weekend.  I pick boots on your feet.  Do it!”

“But...  Oh, this is all kinds of wrong.  I’ll change you back tomorrow night, I promise.”

This time, Marcy skipped the pleasure part.  She spent the whole weekend strutting around in her amazing boots.

By the time Sunday rolled around, Jerry didn’t object to being changed back.  He didn’t complain about how she’d treated him, either.  He just said “thank you”, and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in weeks.

“Are you back?” Marcy asked worriedly.

Jerry pondered that for a while.  “Mostly.  Except...”

“What?”

“Next weekend, I’m giving you really sexy legs.”

“If you do, I’ll turn you into a pair of tight leggings and go running,” Marcy teased.

Jerry grinned.  “Sounds good to me.”
Yet another of Jerry and Marcy's little adventures.  Inspired by clancy688, who wanted the answer.

First: Support 1
Prev: Support 3
Next: Boots (part 2 = Support 4.5)

(Edited this and prev/next because I'd forgotten to link to it.)
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Clancy688 is getting a lot of customized stories,haha!  He sent me here to check out this one.  It's good, item TF's aren't my thing generally but itwas worth reading...and now I can tailor a continuation of my story to what Clancy688 wants.