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Ray just had to snap a picture of himself in his new underwear. He already had a hot body, just that his new underwear made his physical body look even better.
It was hard to believe the guy from the club last night just offered himself to him of his own volition. Like who really just gives themselves to be another guy's underwear? To add more to it, the guy willingly let him decide how long he wanted to keep him. The guy was literally putting his fate into his hands. But he had to admit the underwear felt good on him.
He had thought to just use him for a few days, but seeing how comfortable they were, he had to rethink that notion. The guy did say that he could keep him as long as he wanted. There was no specific time limit. Several years or more might be a good idea, Ray thought to himself, especially since the guy didn't mind it.
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Max was in the back room monitoring the security cameras. He kept an eye on one guy who seemed suspicious. He didn't want to jump to conclusions before seeing any evidence of foul intentions. As he monitored him, he saw him stuff several store items into his jacket and zip it up. He had to teach this shoplifter a lesson. He told one his employees to keep an eye on him while he left to confront the guy.
The employee pointed to the guy when he got in the area of the store. He has had stuff go missing recently but was unable to catch the culprit. "I think you have something that belongs to us." He spoke to the guy, who seemed to brush off the accusation.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Larry replied back, trying to play it off. As long as they couldn't prove it, he could once again get away with stealing from the store. So far, they haven't caught him yet.
Max was not letting him get away with robbing them blind once more. "I saw you on the camera stuffing a few items in your jacket. You can either fess up or I call the police and show them footage from my security cameras." He paused as he decided to increase the pressure on him. "I think you have been the one doing the recent thefts in my store. I am sure my cameras can probably prove it if I look a little further." He finished. If the guy failed to submit, he would proceed with his threat for sure.
Larry didn't need to be arrested for shoplifting. He could call the store owners bluff, but that could land him into a lot of trouble with law enforcement. He didn't want that. He unzipped his jacket and handed the items to the store owner. "Happy now? Can I go?" He asked back, annoyed that he was caught.
Max had no intentions of letting the culprit just walk out his store without learning a valuable lesson. "Sure, just know I will report the other thefts, and report you as the suspect." He threatened to him.
Larry surely didn't want that to happen. He had to bargain with the store owner to keep law enforcement out of the situation. "What can I do to make this situation vanish? Do you want me to never come back into your store ever again?" He asked, wondering what he would request to keep the cops out of this mess.
Max smiled. "A weeks time helping me out here at the store and with other things would do." He offered to him. Max smiled because he knew exactly how the thief was going to help him, and it wasn't just in the store only.
"Okay, deal, just don't call the cops, okay." Larry agreed. He followed the store owner to the back as ordered. Once the door was closed, he saw him hold a strange device in his hands. "You time starts now." The store owner spoke as he fired a ray of light from the device. A few seconds later he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.
Max smiled happily as where the thief once stood was now a black pair of AND1 sneakers. One week's time under his feet should do it, he thought to himself as he took off his current shoes and put on the newly formed sneakers. They felt so good under on his feet. He should try more living inanimate objects more often, he thought.
Larry suddenly awoke to a slightly foul odor. He tried to get away from it but found himself completely unable to move on his own. He also felt himself wrapped around something that was causing him an intense measure of pain. He finally figured it out when he felt toes wiggling on his face. The foul smell was in fact the vinegar smell of sweaty socks. The pressure he felt was feet standing on and crushing his insole face. He was literally a pair of shoes. He knew exactly whose feet was wearing him, the store owner. He wanted to curse the guy out, but now all he wanted to do was be normal again. He didn't want to be footwear. Just standing still was very uncomfortable for him as sneakers. All of the store owner's weight bearing down on him, along with foot odor and sweat. He mentally pleaded for this to be some crazy dream, but it was his reality. A week's time as sneakers, he thought his mind might not survive it.
As Max continued to work, he decided to the thief really needed to learn a lesson that would be permanent. Since he stole from him, he would steal his humanity from the thief. He would keep him as his sneakers and treat him as the object on his feet. No more humanity for the thief. At least this way, he won't have to worry about him stealing from his store ever again. The next thief he catches just might be a pair of socks. If living inanimate objects felt this good, he just might have to get more. As for how the thief would feel about being shoes for the rest of his life, he didn't care how the guy felt about it. Shoes don't have any rights anyway.
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Fred was on a lucky streak so far in the basketball court. Each person that would challenge him had to place themselves as a wager for him to win if he beat them in a game of one on one. Five guys have already challenged him and thought they could take him down. The end result was a new pair of socks, a new pair of sneakers, and hot looking gray shorts for him to wear on the court. Each sock and shoe was once a former challenger who was now his property forever. Today was just like any other. Another guy came to challenge him. The guy agreed to wager himself if he lost. Fred knew he would win once more. This time, he thought he could use a nice Nike shirt to wear. He was sure the guy won't mind being a shirt forever. Besides, once he loses, he simply won't have a choice. He never turns his inanimate clothes back to normal. If they lose to him, they lose their rights to be human ever again.
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Hunter was enjoying his vacation. He really needed this time to get away. The stresses of normal life had him in a foul mood, and he needed a recharge. It was nearing the end of his vacation time. He had done a lot of site seeing, good times in the water, and eating out. He also managed some time for shopping along the way. He had bought many things to take back to friends and relatives and an item or two for himself.
On the last day, he was having lunch when a guy came over to his table. "HI, I just happened to notice that you have been alone this whole week. I was just wondering why? Hot guy like you shouldn't travel alone, it's really a shame." The stranger spoke to him. The guy looked to be a muscular jock like himself. He was both flattered and yet felt awkward. Was this guy following him, he questioned mentally.
"I don't recall seeing you everywhere I went, stranger. And an odd way to start a conversation." Hunter replied, finding the stranger rather hot. "Name is Trey, and I haven't been everywhere you were, but I have been wanting to say hi and do something else." Trey spoke, smiling as Hunter motioned for him to have a seat.
Hunter was now curious. "This is my last day, how about we do something else at my hotel room." He suggested. He wanted a little fun to really remember his vacation. "Say no more." Was all he needed to hear from Trey. He paid for his lunch, and the both of them went back to his hotel room.
Back at the hotel, Hunter had a wonderful time with Trey. The way that Trey made him feel sexually he hadn't felt that way in a while. From the dick sucking, ass fucking and even the foot worship, it was a great experience. Even though Trey was a jock like him, Trey wanted to play the submissive part. Hunter had to admit, having a jock be submissive to him was quite nice.
"Too bad I can't take home a souvenir like you with me. That would be nice. You were a great submissive." Hunter told Trey in bed as he rubbed his arms.
"Actually, you can if you want to." Trey spoke back, smiling at the thought of being his souvenir from his vacation.
This peaked Hunter's interest. How was a thing even possible? He looked curiously at Trey, hoping he would explain how he could even do that.
Trey saw that Hunter was waiting on an explanation. "There is a special pill that I can take that gives me the ability to transform into an inanimate object and transform back. But if I am being worn, I can't transform back to normal until I have been removed. Also I can't transform back if I am in a tightly confined space. I could be whatever you desire, and you could take me with you." He always had the pills with him wherever he went.
Hunter had never heard of such, but if it were possible, he could take the guy home as a souvenir. He needed to see this for himself to believe it. "Prove it to me. Turn into a pair of blue shorts for me to wear on my last day here." He demanded, hoping the guy wasn't lying to him.
Trey got out of bed and pulled a bottle out of his pants pocket. He shake one pill into his hand. "Remember as long as you wear me I am unable to return to normal or if I am stored in a tight space." He reminded Hunter as he swallowed the pill. He thought about a pair of blue shorts. Almost instantly, he vanished and was replaced with a pair of blue shorts on the floor.
Hunter was amazed. Trey was telling the truth. He slipped Trey onto his body. He felt wonderful wearing him. He had never worn a living piece of clothing before. He decided to try him out before packing him up for the trip home. He went to the beach and noticed some looking his direction. The shorts were making him look even more attractive, and he loved the attention. Maybe keeping Trey around might not be such a bad idea, he thought. If the guy could become shorts, he could make Trey be other things as well. Trey could be his personal property. That would be the best souvenir ever.
After an hour on the beach, he returned to his hotel room to prepare to leave. He took Trey off and stored him in a small section in his suite case. "I think I will take you home as my souvenir, Trey. You belong to me now. You will become whatever I desire you to be for the rest of your life." He paused as he placed the pill bottle next to Trey. "Hope you don't mind, but you are going to be in my suite case till I get home and then go into my dresser drawer. This is your new life. I hope you are happy about it." He laughed as he closed the suite case, remembering the rules of Trey transformation. As long as he followed those rules, Trey belonged to him forever.
Trey was so happy. He found the guy so hot. He wanted to be his property. He didn't mind it at all. He loved being around his waist in the hot heat. He could feel his sexy cock in a way that was special. He couldn't wait to see what his Master would make him be next, possibly underwear, socks, shoes, shirt, pants, or even insoles inside his shoes. It honestly didn't matter what his owner wanted him to be. All he wanted now was to serve him in whatever form the master wanted.
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Fit Into His Soul
Since childhood, Bill possessed the unique ability to manipulate souls at will. He first found out in the 4th grade when he accidentally found himself in his teacher’s body. At first, he discreetly only used his power discretely, shifting his own soul into the minds of friends and even bullies for a couple minutes while staying silent. However, as the years passed, Bill's concern waned, and he began swapping souls more regularly.
As an adult, Bill shared his power with some new friends: Tom, Mike, and Frank. Initially, they would swap with or possess one another, but over time they eventually got bored with each other’s aging bodies. That’s when Bill had the idea of taking turns having his friends possess his son, Ezra. As a fitness influencer, Ezra was the perfect opportunity to let these men re-experience their youth in one of the hottest bodies possible.
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With the plan in motion, Bill informed Tom, Mike, and Frank that each of them would have a day inside Ezra's body. Tom and Mike had already indulged in relatively mundane activities, such as hanging out with friends, reliving youthful experiences, and partying at clubs. Now, it was Frank's turn.
As Frank lay in his bed, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Bill prepared to extract Frank's soul, leaving his body in a dormant state for the next day of possession.
"Bill," Frank hesitated, carefully choosing his words, "Are you sure Ezra's okay with this?"
Bill chuckled dismissively. "Why wouldn't he be? And anyway, it's not like he really gets a choice."
Frank remained unconvinced, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his expression. Yet, his eagerness to relive youth overshadowed any reservations. "I'll pull you out at midnight. Until then, enjoy yourself," Bill assured, just before Frank felt his soul detach and soar towards the other side of town.
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As Frank woke up in an unfamiliar room on the other side of town, he looks around. The soft morning light filters through the curtains, revealing a room meticulously decorated with framed sports and movie posters. He looked down at his hands, wrinkle free, but with pronounced calluses formed around his grip. A smirk plays on his lips as he runs his fingers over the now firm biceps.
"I could get used to this," Frank thinks to himself, reveling in the newfound strength that courses through his rejuvenated body.
"Don't get too comfortable," a voice echoes in Frank's mind, surprising him. The voice is distinctly young, and it takes a moment for Frank to realize it's Ezra's consciousness communicating with him.
"Ezra? You're awake?" Frank replies, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Ezra's consciousness chuckles, a distant presence within the confines of his own mind. "I'm here, but I can't really do anything about it. My body is yours for the day I guess."
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Frank furrows his brow, absorbing the surreal nature of the situation. "I really thought you’d be dormant in here"
Ezra's voice carries a resigned tone. "Nah, but I’m used to this. My dad used to take over whenever he thought I was being annoying, or if he wanted to relive his college days, which was often."
Frank is taken aback by this revelation, realizing the extent to which Bill had used his son's body as a vessel for his whims. "And you're okay with it?" Frank inquires, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his tone.
Ezra's consciousness sighs, "I don't have much of a choice. Although I must admit, lending my body to strangers isn’t the best."
Frank rises from the bed and begins to explore the room. He's drawn to a full-length mirror, where he takes a moment to admire his reflection, appreciating the youthful features that stare back at him.
“Well, I’m not really a stranger anymore, am I? Name’s Frank,” he says, continuing to stare at his reflection.
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Deciding to fully embrace the experience, Frank decides to follow the familiar routine that the others had taken during their time in Ezra's body. He heads to the gym, eager to see what this younger, fitter body is capable of.
The atmosphere in the gym is charged with energy as Frank lifts weights, feeling the strength and vitality coursing through the well-toned muscles. As he works out, Frank can't help but appreciate the youthfulness of his borrowed body. Every move, every flex, feels invigorating.
Meanwhile, within the recesses of his own mind, Ezra's consciousness simmers with resentment. He watches, powerless, as his body is showcased and celebrated by others, the very essence of his being now controlled by someone else.
In the gym, people start approaching Frank, impressed by the dedication they perceive in Ezra's workout routine. "Hey, man, your form is incredible! What's your secret?" one admirer asks, while another nods in agreement, expressing admiration for Frank's apparent fitness expertise.
Frank, embracing the charisma of Ezra's social media persona, responds with a casual grin, "Consistency and dedication, my friend. It's all about the grind."
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Later, in a quieter corner of the gym, Frank takes a break and pulls out Ezra's phone. He scrolls through social media, marveling at the number of followers that come with being a fitness influencer.
"Guess being Instagram famous has its perks," Frank mutters to himself, an amused expression crossing his face.
Driven by a sudden surge of confidence, Frank moves toward the gym's mirrored wall. In a display of vanity, he flexes his newfound muscles, tracing the contours with his hands. The reflective surface captures his image, and he takes a series of pictures, each pose carefully curated for maximum impact on Instagram later.
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Later that evening, Frank, now totally immersed in Ezra's world, hits the local nightclub. The pulsating music and flashing lights create an electric atmosphere, and Frank's presence, enhanced by Ezra's sculpted physique, immediately draws attention. Men and women alike gravitate towards Frank, complimenting his physique and expressing admiration. Reveling in the attention, he confidently maneuvers through the dance floor.
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Suddenly, Frank locks eyes with a handsome guy and they start chatting and laughing. Ezra's voice resonates within Frank's mind. "Frank, this is Gabriel. I've been crushing on him for a long time. Don’t be weird, okay?" Ezra's words carry a hint of vulnerability and a twinge of jealousy.
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As the conversation deepens, Frank discovers that Gabriel recently went through a difficult breakup, and genuine sympathy crosses his  face.
"That sounds really tough, Gabriel. Breakups suck," Frank empathizes, momentarily allowing the true essence of Ezra's feelings to shine through.
Gabriel appreciates the genuine connection, opening up further. "Yeah, it's been hard. But I guess life goes on, right?"
Frank, however, can't resist the allure of the moment. Flirting even harder, he leans in, with a sultry voice. "Absolutely, and sometimes new beginnings are just what we need."
Gabriel chuckles biting his lip, “You’re funny Ezra, what kind of new beginnings did you have in mind.”
As they dance, Frank's confident moves and Ezra's unspoken feelings collide in a complex dance of emotions. The nightclub's vibrant lights cast shadows on their faces, accentuating the intensity of the moment.
Ezra's voice echoes with a sense of desperation, "Frank, please, don't take advantage of this. I never thought Gabriel would be interested, and now you're complicating everything."
Frank, caught up in the whirlwind of the night, responds with a wry smile, "Ezra, my man, you worry too much. Let's enjoy the night and worry about the consequences later."
With a shared, unspoken understanding, they lean in closer until their lips meet in a passionate kiss.
Breaking away, they share a breathless gaze, the air between them heavy with unspoken implications. Gabriel, a mix of surprise and exhilaration in his eyes, speaks in a hushed tone, "Ezra, this is... unexpected, and I'm not sure I want it to end."
Frank responds with a playful yet enigmatic smile. "Who said it has to end, Gabriel? Tonight's full of surprises."
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The pulsating beats of the club still echoed in Frank's ears as he arrived at Ezra’s apartment with Gabriel. In the dimly lit living room, Frank pins Gabriel down to the couch and continues their passionate make out. Ezra, fueled by an overwhelming jealousy and longing for Gabriel, begins to fight back against Frank's control. The shifts in Ezra’s body go unnoticed by Gabriel, who says lost admiring Ezra’s muscular body.
"Frank, I can't stand this. I want to be with Gabriel," Ezra's voice echoes in Frank's mind, a desperate plea laced with bitterness.
"Ezra, I'm just enjoying this night. Don't ruin it for me," Frank retorts, a hint of frustration seeping into his thoughts.
"I won't let you have him," Ezra says, gaining strength.
In a last-ditch effort to maintain control, Frank attempts to wrap himself in the essence of Ezra's consciousness. But to his surprise, this only fuels Ezra's strength, making him more resolute in reclaiming what is rightfully his.
With a distinct "pop," Ezra regains control. A triumphant grin crosses his face as he looks into Gabriel's eyes and pulls him in closer for another kiss.
However, not a minute later, the clock strikes midnight, Bill’s deadline for the possession.
In an instant, Ezra is violently ripped out of his body, leaving Frank alone in his borrowed vessel. Confusion washed over Frank’s face, prompting a concerned “What’s wrong” from Gabriel.
“It’s nothing” replied Frank, smiling before eagerly diving back in.
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The next morning, Gabriel and Frank awoke to find themselves in each other's bodies on opposite sides of town. Frank, still in Ezra's body, stretched with a sense of excitement, admiring his sculpted arm, which was draped across Gabriel’s chest.
Meanwhile, Ezra, waking up in Frank's body, found himself in a state of panic. He gazed at his own reflection in horror, grappling with the realization that he was trapped in a body that wasn't his own.
Ezra rushed to his dad’s house to unravel the perplexing situation. Knocking frantically on the door, he was met with Bill’s groggy face.
"Frank? What's going on? Why are you here so early?" Bill asked.
Ezra, still frazzled, recounted the events of the previous night. "Dad, something went wrong. I think you pulled me out instead of Frank. I woke up in his body, and he's probably running around in mine right now!"
Bill looked at him confused. "What do you mean?” he muttered, “are you saying you’re Ezra?”
Bill and Ezra made their way across town to Ezra’s apartment. Frank stood in the doorway shirtless in Ezra’s body, seeing out a properly disheveled Gabriel.
“That was a lot of fun. I’ll text you.” Frank said, slapping Gabriel’s ass as he walked out.
Meanwhile, Bill and Ezra walked up to the door.
“Hey Dad, what’s up” Frank said, flashing a brief but knowing smirk at his former body, which he could only assume was being controlled by Ezra.
"I can't believe this, Dad. Frank's probably trying to steal my body," Ezra lamented, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I knew he was up to something yesterday, he was just too into being me."
“What are you talking about?” said Frank, “I didn’t steal anyone’s body.”
Bill looked at Frank and Ezra inquisitively, saying “well, there’s only one way to tell the truth.”
Closing his eyes, Bill focused his power, drawing forth their ethereal forms. As their souls materialized, he carefully observed the energies that defined their true selves. Frank looked down at himself and saw a muscular form that looked just like Ezra’s body.
"Hmm, they look like how they're supposed to," Bill remarked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he popped them back into their bodies.
Ezra, trapped again in Frank's body, felt a surge of panic. "Dad, you have to believe me. I'm Ezra! Frank's lying!"
Unbeknownst to them all, Ezra’s fight to regain control of his body had more severe consequences than anyone could’ve imagined. You see, when Frank took on Ezra’s essence during the struggle and let go of control, he was giving up the dominant spot in his body. At that time, the dominant spot was held by Frank. Which means, Ezra and Frank not only changed the balance of the possession, but they had also accidentally swapped souls. Now, in the astral plane, Frank appeared as Ezra, and vice versa.
Frank, still in Ezra's body, seized the opportunity to further his ruse. "See, Dad? I told you, I have no idea what he’s talking about.”
The room fell silent as Bill, convinced by the visual evidence in the astral plane, turned the anguished Ezra. "I can't believe you would lie to me like this Frank. If this is how you repay my kindness for letting you borrow my power and my son, then maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore.”
Ezra felt a profound sense of betrayal and desperation. "Dad, please, I'm telling the truth. You have to believe me!"
But Bill, his trust shaken by the apparent evidence, remained resolute. "No, Frank. I need some time to process all of this. Just go.”
“And don’t come back you creep” Frank shouts after him, standing tall as he realizes these muscles are now his for good.
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"No fair, you cheated." Tom complained as he had lost to his friend on their favorite video game that they always played. He had made a mutual bet with Jason on who was better. Jason took him up on it but wanted to make it more interesting. Jason had suggested that they write on a piece of paper what the winner gets. Once written, they exchanged papers. The loser would have to reveal what his punishment is.
"I won fair and square. I didn't cheat one time." Jason paused. "Now open the paper I gave you. It's what I have won." He smiled, knowing full well what he had written down. He saw the look on Tom's face as he read it.
Tom unfolded the piece of paper Jason gave him before starting the game. It read a living pair of socks for two weeks. Jason knew how much Tom had found feet disgusting. Jason had teased him a few times with his feet before. This was something that was far more than punishment for losing. This would be torture to him. The very thing he found disgusting was the very thing he was going to be wrapped around for two weeks. He didn't find his punishment in any way pleasurable. He had happened to catch the odor of Jason's feet after a gym session one day. It was horrible. Now he was going to experience it first hand. "Can you suggest something else? You know how much I adore feet." Tom spoke sarcastically.
Jason left and came back with his TF Ray device. "Nope. You lost, so now you have to give me what I won. We both agreed on these conditions." He spoke and fired at Tom before he could further object to being his socks.
Tom wanted to beg more for a different punishment but was denied as within seconds, he was rapidly reduced in size. His skin turned white as cotton. His body hollowed out and reformed into a living pair of white socks. He could still feel, smell, and hear like before, but with much more intensity. He couldn't see much, but he already knew what he was as he felt Jason pick him up off the floor.
"I know you can't stand feet, especially my feet. So it's an appropriate prize for me to wear you for two weeks. I am so going to enjoy my prize." Jason spoke for the last time to his socks as he put Tom on his feet.
Tom felt Jason's feet fill in his sock bodies, expanding on his friend's feet with ease. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to literally be socks. He was not looking forward to the long two weeks.
TWO MONTHS LATER......
Tom thought his mind would have gone crazy by now. It was supposed to be a two weeks punishment, but it was now two months later. He was still a pair of socks owned by Jason. He was probably washed about maybe twice in the last two months. He could feel the dirt accumulated on the sole of his sock bodies. He reeked of Jason's foot odor and sweat. He had been shoved into one stinky pair of shoes after the other. On multiple occasions, Jason use one sock to jack off in and the other to wipe off cum. He was worn every day for the past two months on end. Some nights, Jason would sleep with him still on his feet. In all of the past two months, Jason has never spoken to him since that first time. He treated him just as socks on his feet; just as socks he owned and nothing more.
Jason had not the heart to tell Tom that he accidentally destroyed the TF Ray device with his shoe. He didn't mean to, but he didn't notice it and happened to crush it beyond repair. This happened four days after transforming him. He felt bad about not having the ability to turn him back to normal. The only thing he could do was treat him as the socks he was permanently are. But he did enjoy doing whatever he wanted to do with the socks. The sense of power he held over Tom felt good. It was a good thing that Tom couldn't voice his disapproval or complaints. He was just socks now. He promised himself he wouldn't throw him away. Once he would be too damaged to wear, he would just use them as his cum rags.
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Aaah. There we go. You're quite comfy like this, you know? You sure you dont want want to stay like this?
I know the offer was to make you become just like me. I wasn't lying, this is just the process. If you wanna get this body, you're gonna have to… absorb some of my essence, shall we say. A week of sweat and cum should be enough of me on you for when i revert you. If you can keep your mind after all, if not… well, i get to add one more jockstrap to my collection.
Oh, don't get used with me talking to you like that for the rest of the week, im just priming you for what to expect with this whole thing. I do wish i could hear what you're thinking right now, but it's not like a jockstrap can talk.
Good luck, boy. You'll need it.
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"So you like my feet boy? Get down on the ground and stare at them. You're so weak for them aren't you? They hold so much power over you already and you haven't even sniffed them? Pathetic. Just give in and smell my feet so I can repurpose you to be one of my socks." Master said.
His feet held so much power over me already, just one look and I couldn't look away. Everything about them was so hot, how big they were, how sweaty they were, and their musk which was slowly already melting my mind. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed his feet, to be his sock, to serve his feet more than anything else. So I stuck my nose in his toes and inhaled.
I felt my body get lighter and lighter my mind melting away, everything about myself leaving until I was just a sock for his feet to use and wear out.
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"Look at you." Master said holding me up to his eyes. "Just another pathetic little sock for me to wear out until its nothing but trash around my big sexy feet."
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Cole and three of his friends were planning a five day road trip. His car could comfortably fit all four of them. They were so excited for the big week long road trip. Another of Cole's friends happened to hear about it and wanted to come along. He explained that his car wasn't big enough for five and what they were carrying along. But Dreyson begged to come with them. The begging really got annoying to Cole. Cole finally relented and told him he could come, but there would be some conditions that he would have to deal with on the day of the trip. Dreyson agreed, not knowing those conditions were. He was just happy he could come with them.
On the day of the trip, everyone had their stuff packed in the trunk of Cole's car. Dreyson saw there was no room for his things and that the back seat would be a tight fit for three persons. He asked how they were going to travel as all five of them and pack his things as well.
Cole pointed his Shrink TF Ray at Dreyson and fired. The four watched as he was shrunken down to just three inches tall. Cole picked him up off the ground. He shrunk Drayson's things and threw them in the glove compartment. He took off one shoe and dropped him inside it. "This was the condition I spoke of. You come along with me as a captive in my shoes. You should not have been annoying." He spoke. He then proceeded to shove his socked foot back into his shoe, not paying any attention to Cole screaming for him to stop. Cole saw the others laughing at Drayson's fate for the trip.
Cole screamed loudly, but was ignored. He immediately went to the toe section of the shoe. He arrived in time before he was completely under Cole's toes. He wanted to come along with them, but not under Cole's foot. He squirmed to make sure Cole knew he didn't like these conditions. For all his squirming, he received harsh pressure under Cole's socked foot.
A WEEK AND A HALF LATER........
Dreyson was in a long week of torture. He was never grown back to normal size. He was kept under feet the entire time during the week long road trip. Each day, his friends took turns putting him in their shoes. Each night, they would stuff in their sweaty socks. By the end of the week, he was so tired of feet. The worst part was that they knew how much he wasn't fond of feet, and yet all they subjected him to all week long was their feet.
He thought Cole would return him to normal once he got back, but he was wrong. Cole continued to keep him in his shoes, just about every day. Cole told him it was too much fun playing with a tiny living toy, that he wanted to keep him longer that way. Despite his objection to the whole idea, he was powerless to make Cole return him back to normal. He was forced to be a toy under Cole's feet for as long as Cole wanted.
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Mike and his cousin Julian were preparing for the annual running competition. Each year for the past five years, there have been only two guys who have been the top two. In the last five years, no one has been able to outpace them. Both Mike and his cousin wanted to change that outcome this year.
A couple of days prior to the big run, Mike and Julian caught up with Jess and Ronny. They waited till both were in a place all alone to themselves. Julian had brought along with him his TF Shrink Ray and fired at the two unsuspecting Jess and Ronny.
Jess saw his whole environment change. At least, he wasn't alone. Ronny was the same size as him. They both wondered what happened until they saw two giant guys standing before them. Both of the giants each took off one shoe, revealing their socked foot. "Run or you will get squashed," one of the giants spoke to them.
Fearing for their lives, Ronny ran along with Jess, trying to escape the two giants. They both figured out quickly that the two giants were the reason why they were so small. They had been shrunken down to size. They felt the vibration of the floor as each giant was getting close. Ronny saw in horror as a giant socked foot slammed on top of Jess. He looked up himself and saw the same thing was about to happen to him as well.
Mike stepped on Jess just at the same time his cousin had caught Ronny under his foot. Both rubbed and rubbed until they were satisfied that the effect of the TF Shrink Ray had taken effect. They lifted up their socked feet and laughed. On the bottom of their socks was the image of Jess and Ronny. They were completely trapped on their socks.
"You two have been at the top for the past five years. That changes this year. Now, you two will be at the bottom of our socks as we run. After the run, we will think about releasing you." Julian spoke to the image on the socks as he put his shoe back on his feet. Mike did the same and left the place together with their new decorations on their socks.
Jess was in complete darkness, but that wasn't the worst of it. The sneaker he was in smelled so bad that he wished he had lost his sense of smell. He couldn't move as he was part of the sole of the sock. He was smashed up against the insole of the sneaker that smelled so rancid he wanted to puke if he could. Whoever captured him was torturing him and didn't care, obviously. All of this was to stop them from being in the race. He couldn't help it if he was that good, but to go this far to beat them was crazy.
Ronny was begging to die. He couldn't move or squirm to get away from the foul odor. The insole he was up against was so discolored. He could tell by the odor that it was well used. He wanted to push away from it and escape this sneaker prison, but no such luck.
ONE WEEK LATER....
Mike and Julian set up the camera to snap the picture of their new sock friends. This year, in the big race, they were the top two. Julian crossed the line first, and Mike second. They owed it to having Jess and Ronny trapped on their socks. They must have absorbed their running abilities. Both decided to keep them on their socks as special trophies to remember their big win. They honestly didn't care how the other two felt about it. They had no choice in the matter, but at least they weren't dead. They get to live forever as decorations on their socks. Mike and Julian loved the idea of keeping Ronny and Jess just right where they are. Always under their feet for a change.
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It was summer my family had invited my uncles and cousins to a small family reunion, they had all organized a small baseball game. While they were preparing the game I was in my room watching from my window how the game was starting, I wasn't going to participate I wasn't very athletic and I don't like sports, so I preferred to stay inside the house, while I was watching how they were playing from my window my attention was captured by my older cousin, Daniel, he was basically the opposite of me, athletic, handsome and a star in sports, Daniel was really nice and could relate with anyone, I was very envious to see how he was a perfect player.
After a while I get bored of being locked in my room so I'd better go to watch the game closer, I go down the stairs and when I leave the house I see my cousin running towards me, we both collide, but as the garden is a bit far no one comes to see what happened. I see everything blurry, I'm still recovering from the hit.
"Hey are you ok?"
I ask Daniel as I rub my head, I feel something hard on top of it, maybe a cap, it's weird I wasn't wearing one, when I finally get a good look at my surroundings I see myself passed out.
"What the fuck?!!! That's me…"
I hear my cousin's voice come out of my mouth, I realize the situation and see my new perspective, I have on the sports clothes my cousin was wearing, his shorts and his size 11 shoes, I look through his pants pockets and find his cell phone, in the reflection of the screen I see my cousin's face. That surprises me too much how is this possible, but a warm sensation runs through Daniel's body, he was playing recently, I feel his sweaty body under his clothes, and that makes his body warmer, I'm in my cousin's body, my mind feels cloudy.
I can't take it anymore and lift up my cousin's shirt I see his toned body, I run my new hands over his chest and feel the heat he emits, and the sweat from his body I feel it on my hands.
"Daniel really is in shape, he has a hot fucking body."
Daniel's heat is concentrated in one spot, inside his shoes, he has been sweating a lot, my mind imagines the sweaty socks inside Daniel's size 11 shoes, but now I can't just imagine them, I can make my cousin show them to me, I pull off a sneaker leaving a heady smell in the air, I pull the sweaty sock off my cousin's huge feet and bring it to his nose, they smell too good, I feel the sweat from his feet on my nose, and it makes me horny, I see Daniel's bare foot and it makes me get hard, my fun was about to begin when I hear noise, I quickly get up, leaving my unconscious body on the floor and go upstairs to the privacy of my room, being locked in my room was never this much fun.
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You won! You finally won! You got VIP access to spend a whole afternoon with your favourite person in the entire world! Shawn Mendes!
You arrived all dressed, excited and ready to hang out with not only your favourite singer, but biggest celebrity crush. You hope this would lead to him banging you all night.
1 HOUR LATER.
You and Shawn are eating together in a fancy restaurant way to fancy and expensive for you.
Shawn: "Don't worry mate, I'm paying obviously"
You chuckle and blush. You order a nice meal, so does Shawn. You both have good long chats, he seems to enjoy your company.
1 HOUR LATER.
You have both left the restaurant and are on your way to the gym with Shawn, he wants to show you his workout routine. You both get to his gym and damnnnnn its a high end gym. All the the most expensive top quality gear. He runs you through his workout routine, you do some exercise with his guidance. He seems absolutely wonderful! Then something happened.
1 HOUR LATER.
"I'm soooo sooo sorry Shawn! I didn't mean to!"
You accidentally dropped a dumbbell onto one of his shoes and damaged it. Luckily he was currently just in his socks.
Shawn: "No no no honestly its fine, I have more at home, easily replaceable"
Shawn however has a dark secret. You wouldn't tell, but those shoes were once a fan, a fan who got too obsessed over him so Shawn dealt with the fan using a TF pill he specifically had scientists create. Now he's secretly popped on in your water bottle.
"So dry, need water"
You say and Shawn casually hads you your water. You drink the lot.
10 MINUTES LATER.
You and him are working out, sweat literally dripping off you both like its raining. Suddenly you feel... odd. Unusual. Like your.. hollow or something. You think nothing of it. Then suddenly you catch a look of yourself in a mirror. Your skin. Its turned white? Like proper white.
Shawn: "Don't worry. You'll be fine, soon your new life will start"
"What you on abo-"
You suddenly can't speak. Your body starts crushing itself. The pain!!! If your voice was still there you'd be screaming in pain.
CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH!
Your body shrinks, crushes down, more and more. You seem to split into two. Finally its over. But.. whats happened?
Shawn: "Fuck up my shoes, you become my new shoes"
What was he saying? You could still hear, smell, feel, taste. And you could SEE! You see into the same mirror but your just a pair of.. shoes?
"No no no no!"
You thought
"Anything but shoes! I hate feeeeeet!!!! Feet make me sick!!!!"
But no one can hear you. Shawn chuckled and one by one slips his large EXTREMELY SWEATY feet into you. The smell immediately makes you want to puke everywhere! The sweat soaking into you.
Shawn: "I'll turn you back in a week"
1 MONTH LATER.
You've been his shoes for a month. You've been sweated in so much. Shawns even used you like a fleshlight, and unfortunately since he's cummed into you.
Shawn: "Sorry mate, I forgot the golden rule. Don't cum on transformed people, it makes the change permanent. Anyway whatever, probably weren't gonna turn you back anyway"
And wirh that you'd never hear him talk to you again. If you had a face it would be horrified by hearing this is your life forever and ever. Your just his shoes.
1 YEAR LATER.
You've been worn so much. Cummed in so much. He's even used you as a urinal. And now he's finished with you. He tosses you into the fireplace in his home and things get hot. Real hot. You realise what is happening and literally mentally SCREAM!!!!!! As you are burned to ashes. Suddenly it all goes black. All your senses go. Your gone. While this is happening Shawn is slipping on another fan. And the cycle continues.
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Miyles had a bit of a gamble problem. His boyfriend Jay had tried his best to address it, but Myles just seemed to be in denial. One day, while at a high stakes poker game, he ran out of money to stay at the table. One person at the table would agree for him to stay if he offered up his boyfriend as a bid. He was so desperate to continue to play. He did. When all the cards were revealed, he lost it all.
The next day, he had planned to discuss with his boyfriend what had happened the night before. He found his boyfriend was missing. He called his number, but there was no answer. Several hours later, he received a text from his phone. It was a picture of the guy he met at the gambling table. The guy had one sock on his foot while the other was bare. He remembered that the guy had won the whole pot last night. A message was under the picture. "Remember when you used your boyfriend as a bid, well I collected on what was owed to me. He is this sock on my foot. He really is comfortable. You are welcome to try and get him back in a friendly wager. If you win, he yours again, but if you lose, he remains mine and I get you as a sock, so that I have a matching pair. It's your choice what you decide. Until then, I will have my foot stink up your boyfriend with my foot sweat." An address followed the text.
Myles was so ashamed of himself and disappointed. His gambling problem had ended up screwing his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the only way to get him back was to gamble one more time, but in doing so, he would put himself at risk. If he wins, his boyfriend is human again. If he loses, he will be a sock just like his boyfriend. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He had to gamble one last time. He quickly texted the guy back when he could come win his boyfriend back.
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It had now been two weeks since Fen had volunteered to be a pair of socks for his friend. It was only supposed to be for three days since he had lost to him in a video game they were playing. The bet was that the loser had to be the winner's socks for three days. He agreed because he trusted his friend would keep his word. He wished he hadn't voluntarily agreed so easy.
For the whole two weeks, he has been shoved into one stinky shoe after the other every day. He had been forced to smell every foul stench of whatever shoe his friend chose to wear that day. Having foot sweat saturate his sock body made the foot odor worse. He hoped his friend would eventually transform him back at some point. All he has ever done since day one was treat him as normal socks.
Berry loved wearing Fen so much that he really didn't want to turn him back even after the three days were up. He really made a comfortable pair of socks. Besides, who really just gives up a comfortable pair of socks like him. He might turn him back one day, but he sure didn't know when that day would be. Having the power over Fen to keep him to comfort his feet felt good. He was sure Fen won't mind being socks for several years or so.
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Kyle once again came home to a messy apartment. His roommate Terry was so horrible about cleaning up after himself. He would end up cleaning up the place only for Terry to junk it up again. He had enough of the cycle. He woke Terry up on the couch.
"The place is a mess again. I told you I am tired of being the only one keeping this place clean." Kyle spoke demandingly at him.
Terry rubbed his eyes and saw the mess he made. "I promise, I will clean it up soon, so get off my case, dude." He told Kyle as he left to go use the bathroom.
Kyle would not stand for it any longer. It was time for a new roommate. But first, he had to remove the old one. He went to his room to get his TF Ray. He came back just in time to see Terry walking out of the bathroom. Before Terry could say anything, he fired at him with the TF Ray. He watched as his roommate was rapidly reduced down to a pair of slides he could wear around the apartment.
Terry saw a nightmare as he looked up at the giant feet of his roommate, Kyle. He mentally screamed for him to return back to normal. "Since you can't clean up after yourself, you are much better use helping my feet as I clean up the place again. Don't worry, though. You aren't being kicked out of the apartment. You just will serve as my slides to wear around the place." He heard him say as a pair of feet slide into him. Each step brought on extreme pain, supporting his roommates weight. He now wished he was a much better roommate to Kyle. Being human was far better than being his footwear. He could smell the long day odor coming off of the socks. He mentally pleaded for Kyle to forgive him.
As Kyle was cleaning up the apartment, he loved the way his slides felt on his feet. This was the perfect way to get rid of his former roommate while not killing him or kicking him out. He still served a purpose. He just hopes his next roommate isn't a slob like his last one, or he might have a pair of living underwear to add to his living slides currently on his feet.
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Joey was so annoyed at the neighbors who moved in the apartment right across from him about a month ago. Every week, they were throwing some kind of loud wils party that always went into the late hours of the night. He had called the cops on a couple of occasions along with filling a complaint. Yet they still continue to do so. He decided to take matters into his own hands to fix the problem.
Joey went and knocked on their door. One of the three opened it. "I have tried to be polite and handle things the legal way, but you three have been such a nuisance to me across from you." He paused. I just ask that you tone down the wild parties just a bit." He added, holding back how much he was upset over them.
"Oh, you are the neighbor that called the police those two times. Hey, Drey and Eric, come say high to the neighbor that filed the complaint against us." Blake spoke as the other two came to the door.
Joey saw all three young jock looking neighbors looking at him. "That is all I ask of you to do for me." He spoke, wanting to leave from the door way before anything strange occurred
"You know what, come on in. We promise not to have so many wild parties." Eric invited Joey in.
Joey didn't want to go in, not one bit. "That's okay. I will go back to my place. I just wanted to tell you guys what I said." He spoke as he turned to go back to his door.
"Actually, we insist you come in." Drey spoke as he grabbed hold of Joey, pulling him in while Blake closed the door back. "Your filed complaints and police showing up annoyed us. So we are taking matters into our hands too." He added as he pinned both of Joey's arms behind his back while Blake grabbed the rope to tie them. After being tied up, they placed Joey on the floor and tied his ankles.
"Kiss our feet to say you are sorry about the filed complaints and police presence." Blake commanded as he presented his socked feet to Joey's face along with the other two.
Joey was not going to demean himself by kissing their feet. "No way I am doing that. Now untie me this instant." He demanded even though his point of view was three pairs of socked feet.
"I don't think you have a choice, neighbor. Kiss our feet or suffer the consequences that you are definitely not going to like. It's your choice." Drey told Joey, since the plan was previously discussed among the three of them, what they were going to do to the one who filed the complaints against them.
Joey was not going to be intimidated by their threat. "Or else what?" He responded back, making sure they knew he was not going to kiss their feet.
"You really want to kiss our socks versus the alternative we have already planned in case you weren't submissive." Drey reiterated to his neighbor Joey.
Joey refused to be intimidated no matter what they were intentionally planning. "I am not kissing anyone's socks or feet. You hear me. Now let me go!" He demanded. The three laughed at his demand.
"You made you choice then." Blake spoke as he went and came back holding a strange device. "By the time we are done with you, you will love our feet. It was decided I get to have you for the first two months." He paused as he put in the setting on the device in his hand. "I was thinking I would love a pair of indestructible underwear." He spoke and fired at Joey tied up on the floor in front of them.
Joey had no clue what he meant by indestructible underwear until he saw all three growing giant sizes along with the room. He realized that he was shrinking and transforming as his body folded in on itself. After several seconds, he found flattened, thin, and hollowed out. He felt himself picked up off the floor, still unable to move his own body under his own willpower.
"Very nice boxer briefs, I am going to enjoy wearing you these two months, my new underwear." Blake laughed as he went to his room. He got undressed to put on his newly transformed underwear.
Joey was mortified as he saw a pair of jock legs slip through his body. He was rapidly pulled upwards onto Blake's waist. His face came into contact with a young jock dick. He felt a hand press down, forcing his face onto the dick. He literally was his neighbor's underwear. He really should have kissed their socks. He then remembered something about them saying two months. Did he actually mean his underwear for two months? He had a life, a job, and friends. He couldn't be stuck as underwear for two months. "This is your view for these two months, enjoy it, because I will." He heard Blake say before a pair of pants put him in darkness around his neighbor's waist.
Blake came back out to where his roommates were. "He feels so amazing inside my pants. I don't know how it feels for him, though." He laughed. His two roommates laughed along with him with anticipation to their turn.
Joey could not believe what had happened to him. Three jock neighbors had literally captured him and turned him into underwear. They didn't care that he had a life of his own. He was being treated as an object.
TWO MONTHS.........Joey was in pure torture. Blake wore him every day and only washed him once a week. For six days, he would have the smell of the stench of his owner's crotch area. Several times during the week, Blake would jerk off in him, smearing him with his jock cum. Every gym session and workout was a hot, sweaty oven of torture. He didn't know how he wasn't insane for what Blake did to him. Even though he was washed once every week, that was only to restink him up for the next week. He tried mentally to reach out to anyone that would help him, but being living underwear, no one heard his thoughts, not even his wearer. He cried every day, praying for some sort of death to release him his existence as underwear. His neighbor was having too much fun torturing him for two months to give a single care to his former humanity.
Joey found himself returned to human form, but was still tied up by his wrist and ankles. He was about to scream for help, but a dirty long sock was used to gag him. "How was your two months as my underwear?" Blake spoke and laughed. "You won't get away with this, you bastard." Joey managed to mumble at him.
"It's my turn now," Eric spoke, holding the same strange device in his hand. Joey changed his attitude immediately, begging to be let go. His pleading only made Eric laugh. "We told you to kiss our socks two months ago, and you wouldn't submit. Now, we are having fun, and you are just going to have to deal with it. You and my feet will get aquinted, though." He fired at Joey before he could utter any more words.
This time, Joey found himself a little different. He was split in half, yet each half was a perfect size twelve Nike slide. He had been turned into footwear this time. Maybe this might not be as bad as the last two months of hell he had to put up with against his will.
Eric slid his feet into the newly formed Nike slides. They felt awesome on his feet. They cushioned his feet so good. "I don't know how he felt as underwear, but he is a great pair of slides." He told his roommates. He took them off to let them try them on since all three wore the same shoe size. Both agreed on how comfortable they were under their feet. Eric decided to share his two months use with his roommates. They each could take turns wearing him on different days during the week. Joey would be community footwear for the apartment. That thought amused all three.
TWO MONTHS........Joey thought his first two months were the worst, but he was so wrong. Every day, a different pair of feet wore him for personal use. Some days were walks to the gym, and other days were just a normal hangout with friends. It really didn't matter who took him out that day. The pressure of being stepped on and just standing on was extremely painful. He winced with pain every day as the three would get up and pick who got to wear him that day. Some of the socks had smelled horrible, and he was forced to have that odor pressed down on his face with each step. Not to mention that he would also feel whatever surface he was being pressed up against. The smooth concrete wasn't bad, but it was horrible when it came to walking on regular ground. He could feel the sharp points of rocks on the sole of his slide bodies. Even the gravel of sand was so uncomfortable. Yet any of them that wore him would always comment on how so great of slides he was and that it was ashamed that he would be like this only for two months. They actually wanted to keep him longer than that as the community slides. Again, he prayed for some amount of destruction to end his existence as an object under their feet, but none came. It was torture every day for a solid sixty days. Three pairs of feet tormented him without end.
Joey once again was human, tied up and gaged. Drey removed the gage. "Scream for help, and you just my be my condom." He threatened. Joey knew they could do that to him, so he didn't do it. "Please let me go. I need to get back to my life again." He pleaded. The three laughed hard.
"Actually, they removed your stuff from your old apartment after not paying rent for four months. And they have on the market as available to rent." Blake told Joey, smiling. "You really don't have an apartment to go back to." Drey added.
"Then people will come looking for me." Joey spoke, hoping his former roommates would finally set him free. "Actually, you been reported as a missing person ten days after the first day I wore you as underwear. They questioned us, but we told the authorities we didn't know what happened to you." Blake spoke. "With no leads, they actually sort of given up finding you." He added.
Joey didn't like hearing that. "Just let me go, I promise I won't reveal where I have been." He tried bargaining with them. "No way, both Blake and Eric had their two months. It is my time to have my two months of fun with you." Drey spoke up immediately. He saw Drey put in the setting and fire at him.
Joey saw himself shrunken down to five inches tall. "Run, little man. If you manage to reach the apartment door before my foot crushes you, I will let you go. Buy if my foot crushes you. You will spend the next two months as a tattoo on the bottom of it." He heard Drey command. He began to run since he was free of the ropes. The thunderous foot steps followed behind him. Before he knew it, a shadow of a giant foot over took him. Drey's foot came crashing down on him with such powerful force.
Drey felt Joey squirming under his foot. He applied pressure until he didn't feel anything. He lifted his foot to find a five inch tall tattoo of a man on the sole of his foot. "Welcome to your home for these two months." He laughed and put his foot back on the floor.
Joey was completely branded to the bottom of his foot. Each step saw the surface approach and smash into it. He didn't know when his torture would ever end.
TWO MONTHS.........Joey's mind was so warped after the fifth day of being a tattoo. Being underwear couldn't do it. Being a pair of slides for all three, I couldn't do it. But being Drey's foot tattoo done him in. He couldn't escape the foot odor no matter what. Every day, he was a surface on the bottom of his foot to walk on. Drey treated him as nothing but a special decoration on the bottom of his foot. He wasn't person or human being to him. He was just another tattoo. All he saw was the inside of a sock or inside of a shoe if Drey decided not to wear socks. He heard all three living there lives, while he was just a tattoo on Drey's foot. Now all he wanted was to be released to worship all their feet. They were his owner's and masters. To worship the three young jocks that owned him for six months was what he wanted.
After the two months were up, Drey released Joey from his foot and returned him to normal size. He immediately started kissing his masters feet without being told or commanded. This act of submission made all three laugh as their former complaining neighbor was worshipping them. The initial result they wanted six months ago finally happened. It was then decided that they would turn him into an object they wanted for use, while at times have him in human form for foot worship. Their former neighbor was now their property to use as they pleased, and the former neighbor wanted things to stay just like that as well. He was their object and foot worshipper.
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Chaze loved his Converse sneakers. He had them for a long time as anyone would be able to tell. So far, they have held up over the years on the outside, but inside was different. The insoles were badly worn out. Wearing them was sometimes uncomfortable, but he really loved these sneakers. He could try replacing them with insoles, but in time, they would wear down just like the one inside them now. He needed insoles that would never wear down and last for ages.
One month later, Chaze had created an indestructible formula that could be applied to make indestructible insoles, but it would only work on living matter instead of normal insoles. The only way to make such an insole was to transform a person into one. He needed to test his indestructible formula on two tests subjects. He knew exactly who to try it on. There were two such individuals he had in mind.
Chaze invited Tommy and John over to one of the private break rooms in the office to have a chat with them. They didn't suspect anything odd about another coworker inviting them to a private conversation. They showed up exactly on break time. Chaze had three drinks in front of him. Two were laced with a special paralyzing concoction along with the indestructible formula. One was a normal drink. He made sure to mark the normal drink so that he didn't accidentally drink out of the wrong cup.
"Tommy and John, we haven't talked much, and I just wanted to get to know you two." Chaze paused, seemly quite friendly with them. "It's often we work together, but never socialize beyond work talk. Here, have a drink with me." He handed them both a cup.
"This is great, actually. Just to have a normal chat for a change." John commented as he took a drink from his cup. "Yeah, I totally agree. We never had outside of work conversations with you." Tommy added as he took several gulps from his cup as well. "This drink is really good," Tommy added as he finished the whole cup. "It's so tasty. What is it exactly?" John asked back.
"It's something special I made for the three of us." Chaze told them with a friendly smile, knowing that the two formulas should take effect any second now. He was ready to put these two in a new position on the job; a position that best serves his feet.
John felt strange. He suddenly found himself unable to move. He tried to speak and even was unable to do that. He did notice a sadistic smile appearing on Chaze's face.
Tommy was mentally panicking. He felt trapped in his body. Unable to move or speak was highly uncomfortable. The sadistic smile on Chaze face said all he should know at that moment. This chat was all a clever rouse for something he had been planning, and the two of them fell for it.
Chaze was pleased that his plan worked perfectly. He brought out his TF device. The setting was already in and ready to turn his two unsuspecting coworkers into the very insoles that would make his sneakers comfortable again. "I needed us to be alone so that I could make you two into a pair of indestructible insoles to make my sneakers more comfortable. You would be much more useful that way." He fired the TF device at both of them, so ready to put them in the bottom of his Converse.
Both Tommy and John watched in horror as Chaze and their whole environment grew in size. They were shrinking and were forming into insoles. Their bodies soon were flat yet with a soft cushioning effect. They were laying in the very chairs they were once sitting in as human beings. They saw Chaze grab them up. Tommy was forced into the left shoe, and John was put into the right shoe.
After placing in his new insoles, Chaze put his Converse back on his feet. He instantly felt comfort under his feet. The new insoles were working out perfectly. He didn't have to get rid of his favorite sneakers thanks to his new insoles. It was true his new insoles were former humans, but they were repurposed to a much better use. He went back to his office to continue working.
John was disgusted by the odor he was trapped in. To make matters worse, he could feel the worn-out insole beneath him. It was painful being pressed down on it. The pressure from Chaze's foot wasn't helping much either. The socked foot had a slight odor to them as well, but not as bad as the sneaker he was trapped in. All of his senses were stronger than when he was human. His senses had him in a hell beyond words could describe. He mentally begged Chaze to let him go. Even though it had only been a few minutes, it felt like an eternity in a stinky pit.
Tommy wasn't having too bad of an experience. The worn-out insole was definitely a pain in the back to be pressed down on. The foot odor in the shoe was bad, but he had a foot fetish. This was one of his fantasies. He was now a living insole trapped in a shoe. To him, it didn't matter whose foot he was trapped under. He was loving every moment that Chaze stepped on him. He didn't want it to ever end. Chaze was his owner, and he would gladly serve his foot forever. He was loving the strong foot odor of the shoe. It was his Master's foot odor. He found himself in foot fetish heaven.
At the end of the work day, Chaze was amazed at how comfortable his feet felt. His new insoles were just perfect. He didn't know if his former coworkers were loving their new existence or hating every moment. And he honestly didn't care at the same time. They were objects under his feet and nothing more. He heard that their coworkers were looking for Tommy and John. He was even asked if he saw them. He told them that he had lunch with them and that was the last time he saw them. He lied and said that he didn't know where they went after lunch. Soon, people will forget about them. But he would always be grateful for the sacrifice for them to make his feet comfortable.
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