Anime : DBZ

Scenario :

With the new socks on, Bulma took a moment to enjoy the spasms and licks on her feet- not quite hearing or caring about the whimpering as she slipped on her headphones. 

Taking a breather as she listened to her music, she tried to calm down a little and enjoy her break. Grabbing some water from a fridge, she casually wandered outside. Her toes wiggled slightly, a little uncomfortable with whatever the socks were trying to do but she decided she'd let the socks learn what she wanted and be at least a little patient with them.

Stomping her foot a few times, grinding it down to send a message to the poor socks, she started stretching her arms out as she gazed at the busy street. There was a nice park nearby where she can run in peace for a while.

To Bulma, it was a slightly frustrating jog to the park where she was expecting a little more from her modified sock. For the sock? Everything was focused on her feet. no matter how much they struggled or writhed they couldn't escape the thing as it constantly stomped down. 

Not even the giant scientist could know the mindbreaking effects of this new setting as Jordan, the sock, begged her to stop running- desperately massaging and licking. After a few minutes, he just couldn't do it anymore, drooling as the offending foot dominated him- slamming down repeatedly.

He almost felt himself faint, his entire mind focused on feet- until the light of the sun suddenly flooded in. He managed to turn around- panting unhappily- desperate to get some oxygen as he finally saw the outside world. Bulma said something to him, but he was so out of it he was struggling to focus on the words. They slowly started to wash over him later, but it was too late.

To Bulma, she was getting pissed off. The sock didn't need to work, eat and just had to hang out with a cute girl. All he had to do was softly vibrate every so often and mop up her sweat.

Pissed off, the giant girl finally had enough. She'd been taking him off every few days to get washed previously, but now he was just being an ass to her for no reason. Knowing she didn't have time to argue with her sock when she still had the Namekian ship to build- she angrily shoved her shoes back on. Not hearing the socks second wind of crying out as she stomped down the dirt path.

Storming back to her lab, she slammed in some new code into her computer. Overclocking the socks senses to slowly increase every day.
"There, maybe that'll help you get over yourself and actually contribute a bit... I promise I'll turn you back when I get the chance, maybe after we go to Namek" She huffed. 

Anime : Dragonball Z

Scenario :
Time slowly ticked by under the giant girls foot, you were constantly turned into whatever sock she wanted for the day. Every so often, she would give you a mouth- not to speak but to give her aching foot a massage.

Apparently, there was a soothing effect when licking her foot. It gave you a moment to ask about her adventure, the answers to which were frustrated rants and annoyed punishments. The worst one being her making the opening your mouth- cramming her entire foot inside- to which she complained it was 'weird feeling'.

Eventually, you gave up trying to talk to her- it seemed to make her happy that you just did your job. She even started praising you a little before eventually finding it weird to talk to a silent sock.

Months turned into years, Bulma was using your tongue far more often to cope with some stress in her life. Gazing up at your tormenter, 'massaging' between her toes- something clicked. She wasn't looking for the dragonballs anymore right? She was back home working on some kind of project? Had she forgotten you were sentient?

... Turns out, yes- she had. Your tiny voice startled her a little, before glancing down at her sock. She vaguely recalled the events.

Thinking the sock probably needed a break, she slipped her foot out- letting it fall with a soft splat. The tiny squeaks barely reaching her as she continued working on her project, writing a little note to turn the guy back after finishing the ship.

A few minutes ticked by, her toes curling slightly on the cold floor as she struggled with a problem. Her pen tapping her notepad as she automatically went to 'massage mode'

"H-hey- p-please h-help" The voice cropped up. Bulma groaned, glancing down again.

... He must of done something to be turned into that....
... There's also a very likely chance he'd be stuck in sock like forms forever after all this time...
... If he turned back, he'd probably tell people how bad she had been...

She tapped the desk a few times, taking out a fresh sticky note. Writing out a few pros and cons.

Pro for staying a sock: 
- Deserves it
- Turning him back would take a long time
- Turning him back might be impossible
- Super comfortable
- Massage features helped destress which could of been dangerous
- You deserve a reward
- He gets to spend time with a cute girl.
- He might spread bad rumours about you if he's human

Cons
- ...

... She tapped the page a few times, glancing over to the socks. She didn't even know his name.
"Hey, what's your name again?" She called over. The socks took a second to respond
"... Jordan..." It spoke, dejectedly. Bulma frowned again, she was kinda trying to help him- so she forgot he existed for a bit, she had really important things to do!

Sighing, she recorded one con.

Cons
- Talking socks can be annoying

She felt like perhaps putting in that he was human, but no-one had come looking and it was kinda hard to see him that way. She asked a few more things but he gave her the silent treatment.

... Annoyed, she picked him back up and slid him on. Sitting back down, not feeling the 'massage' she was used to she opened up her old schematics for turning him into a sock. She was going to just add a few more quick adjustments, he was being such a baby. If it was that bad he wouldn't be acting up like this.

... and so, within a few hours, she sat down- giving him one more chance to start licking. Not feeling anything, she grabbed her old workout shoes- stomped them on and activated her computer program.

Pleasure spurted from the sock as her foot stomped a third time, mixing with pain and smell. His body felt electric, every small movement she made driving him crazy.

He thought his entire world revolved around feet previously, this was a whole new level as the giant girl effortlessly dominated him in both mind and spirit- to Bulma she was just wearing socks that just became a lot more comfortable.