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As Requested By @hankgold

“Didn't really go your way, did it…”, Sam spoke down to you, “the crowd was behind you, but those numbers, gotta get them up, man”. He adjusted to you on his hot and sweaty body, “hope you don't mind this by the way, but you did say I could do anything to you if I won this bet thing, haha”.

Sam's laugh was kinda comforting to you, and you didn't mind at all being on his body…it was where you hoped to end up anyway.

“Hey”, Sam continued, “I know we agreed this was just for a week…but you're actually really comfortable…and my old leotard is getting a little musky”, you felt his muscles flexing against your material, stretching you out to accommodate his movements, “and who knows, maybe being on me while I train could teach you some of the harder moves”, he laughed again, and you used what little movement you had to gently compress around him.

He looked down at you once more with a soft smile, running his hand along his abs,  “I'll take that as a yes then”.

This was heaven, even when you felt him put clothes on over you. His smell, his taste, his everything…you loved it…you loved him.

Months later, you would still be his trusty, comfortable leotard, hearing him triumphantly roar as you help him win yet another competition.

“YES, WHAT AN AWESOME STREAK I'M ON”, Sam cheered. Feeling you quiver, he chuckled, “and it's all thanks to you”, taking a seat near the rest of his team, we would stroke you, sending waves of pleasure into your fabric, “...how does another couple months sound, then I'll change you back…”

You compressed around his dick, squeezing out a few drops of his cum.

“Of course you'd agree, but I'd thought I'd ask anyway”, he said with a laugh.

You thought you wanted to marry this man…but being his leotard was so much better. If you could lose to him all over again, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

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Too late now

"Listen, it won't be that bad, just relax." Elias said in a condescending tone.

"What do you mean not that bad?! You have no idea how much being your socks sucked. You never even washed me and kept me on for days! I can’t even imagine how bad it would be to be your underwear. I am sorry but I don’t want to do it!" you replied with a stern voice.

"Well, in that case I have bad news for you, because I don't really care what you want. You owe me and it is definitely too late to chicken out now." Elias said, while fidgeting with his phone, opening the TransformR app on his phone.

"No, Elias please! I beg you. I can't keep doing this. Every time you transform me it gets more difficult to keep sane."

"Well, tough luck I guess. You better get used to this, because if you keep bitching like that I might just keep you transformed! Anyway, you wasted enough of my time, see ya in a few weeks." With that Elias clicked the final button on his phone, sealing your fate for the upcoming weeks.

In front of him you collapsed into yourself, becoming hollow and turning white. You fell onto the floor, right in front of his stinking feet.

"Well then, let’s talk specifics. Duration, 5 weeks, senses enhanced, very absorbent, both liquid and gas. Perfect, I guess everything is set now. Let’s try you on for size." Elias said, bending down while undressing. You saw, as he flicked his still wet workout clothes straight into his clothes, instead of the washing machine, a fate, you were surely going to share in the next few weeks. He pulled his legs through your openings and you finally came into contact with his immense ass and junk. He did not shower after his workout, you were sure of that. With the enhanced senses you were forced to smell and taste every single one of his many inches of manhood, stinking of sweat and his ass reeking of musk.

"Let's see about that absorbing power of yours," Elias said, before going down to his knees and poking his ass out. A few seconds passed, then Elias farted right into you. Your torture intensified. In combination with the dried sweat and ass smell, you were now also bombarded with Elias’ foul gas. Not only that, but you absorbed every bit of it into your fibers, never truly going away, the smell always lingering…

"Nice, I can't smell anything. At least I don't have to be as careful with my protein farst, those are deadly. Anyway, you clearly absorb gas, what about liquid?" Elias said, lying down in his bed and opening his favourite websites. You felt, as Elias began to massage his dick through you. You could feel, smell, and especially taste his enormous member. You suffered with each stroke, feeling his veins pulsating through you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a load of his cum exploded in your face. You could feel it, as it slowly seeped into your fibers as well, compounding the foul stench and taste. "Nice, I see we will have a lot of fun. Let's go for a run," Elias said, before getting up and getting dressed.

This was going to be a long 5 weeks

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Terry had been working long hours for months for Klingon Inc. He was given a lot of the big projects and managed to complete them in time and sometimes early. He had a reputation of getting the job done right and in a timely manner. That reputation also landed him the big projects and long hours.

Terry had paid for working so late. He had missed a lot of events in his kid's life and even lost his wife. She had divorced him about three months ago and took his son with her. He had visits with him on the weekend, but it was estranged with his son when he did visit. He promised him he would take less long term projects so that he could spend more time with his teenage son. Yet, so far, that hasn't happened yet. No matter how much he tried to turn them down, he was forced to take it by his manager on the floor. He didn't refuse because he didn't want to lose his job next.

Terry had just finished up the last big project on his desk. He decided that he would take no more. He wanted to be in his kid's life despite the divorce. He went to his floor manager's office to turn it in and leave for the night. He knocked on his door. He heard Clark tell him to enter.

Terry placed it on his desk. "All done. If it's okay with you, I want to take a nice week vacation to be a better dad." He requested, but from the look on Clark's face he could sense he was about to be denied.

"Unfortunately, I have another big one that needs your attention. It has been weeks behind schedule. With your reputation, you can get it done much quicker." Clark spoke as he shoved the papers across his desk.

Terry didn't want another one, especially one behind schedule. "I will pass it on to another coworker. I need a break." He answered back, fully refusing another big project.

Clark wasn't going to take no for an answer. "It's yours to finish, so no weeks vacation, and I need you to start on it tonight." He reiterated that it was his project.

Terry had enough of being bullied into the big ones. "No, I am heading home, and I will make time for my kid. You may not have a child or married, but I once was." He stood defiantly before the floor manager.

Clark looked at Terry silently for a moment. "Refusal to accept projects from your floor manager bears consequences that are worse than being fired. Are you sure you want to say no?" He slightly threatened him.

Terry wasn't budging on his decision. He stood defiant and silent, waiting to see what Clark would say or do.

Clark saw Terry's silence and inaction as the opposite of the answer he wanted from him. "Very well. I think I will give you that vacation from doing projects for some time. It will be at least a couple of weeks that you won't have to work about work." He spoke as he pulled out a cell phone looking device that had an enlarged camera lense on the back. He put in the setting and hit the flash option. Terry disappeared. He closed the cell phone looking device and put it back in his desk drawer.

Terry felt strange. He couldn't move or speak. He felt hollow on the inside. He felt vibration on the floor as though something big was coming towards him. He then heard a little laughter from above him. He felt hands lift him up off the floor.

Clark placed his new gray socks on top of his desk. "You see, I have authority to deem whatever punishment necessary for refusal of projects. Your punishment is to be my socks for the next two weeks to use as I please. So you at least get your two weeks vacation, just not exactly as you would have planned it." He laughed as he continued in his day, thinking about what all he would do with his new socks for the two weeks.

FIVE WEEKS LATER........

Clark relaxed on the couch on a Saturday evening. He wiggled his toes in his favorite gray socks. He had worn them on every workout and gym session. He sometimes had worn them to work. His favorite thing was that he would jack off in them nearly four times a week just for the fun of it. No matter what he put the socks through, they still remained strong.

After two weeks of wearing them, he didn't want to just simply give up a good pair of socks. So, he decided to keep them much longer to serve his feet. He wondered how really durable they were since they survived a full two weeks on his feet and in the most foul stench he could wear them in. He didn't know if the poor guy's mind was still intact or just mush by now. Honestly, it really didn't matter to him by this point. The guy was socks now. He himself was not married and had no children. He couldn't imagine the degradation and humiliation that the poor guy probably felt being nothing but socks on his feet while he lived the single life of no kids or family responsibility.

Terry was barely holding on to his wits after five weeks. Clark had tortured him to no end. Being walked on was painful enough, but to be trapped in the most foul stench of shoes just about every day was so humiliating. The gym sessions were the worse, because he was forced to absorbed all of his foot sweat in smelly gum shoes.

Terry was forced to also absorbed his cum almost every night of the week. Being fucked by his former floor manager's cock to his entertainment and delight was so degraded of one who had a kid and wife. He would only wash him once a week, only to go through being stinky for another whole week. There were times that Clark wore him to work. He could hear his friends there but had no means to call out for help. He would be trapped on Clark's feet inside whatever pair of shoes he chose to wear. Each of them reeked with foot odor regardless.

Terry accepted that this was his life and that Clark wasn't going to change him back as initially promised. He was Clark's property totally against his will, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

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When the lifeguard saves you and you are in his debt, saying you’ll do anything to repay him, he naturally props his meaty feet up on the table. All he wants in return is for you to rub his feet with your nose and massage his tired toes with your 👅 in return. Seems fair enough as you press your face into his wide soles.

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Can you turn me (a nerd) into my bully (the gassiest jock frat boys) fart absorbing underwear?

Picture source: @conradsbeautifulmen

Kevin had been doing Henry's homework for the past three semesters, on the sake of not being a human punching bag at their dorm room. Henry was athletic jock that joined the fraternity last semester. He viewed Kevin as annoying initially. But it was when he saw how smart he was, he used him to do his homework for him. He made sure to room with him each semester for that purpose.

One day, Kevin had enough of his bully jock roommate bossing him around and doing his homework. It was true he wasn't as muscular as his jock roommate, but he could at least stand up to him for once. Maybe he would stop if he did it just one time. So, he purposely decided not to finish a paper for Henry that was actually due the next morning.

"Where is my assignment, nerd?" Henry walked into the dorm room after a gym session. He looked seriously at his nerd roommate. He needed that paper to turn into class in the morning. "I need another A just like you always do." He added.

Kevin looked him in the eyes. "I didn't finish it. You will have to do it on your own." He spoke in a defiant tone to let Henry know he was done being his toy.

"What was that you said?" Henry asked back, thinking the nerd was trying to tell a joke. "I didn't think I heard you right."

"I am not going to finish it or do anymore of your homework. Get someone else to do it." Kevin spoke back, standing his ground.

"I suggest you get to finishing it or you will be sorry. There are worse fates than being a human punching bag." Heny threatened as he pulled out his phone. He recently downloaded the TF Pro app to his phone. He wanted to see if it was true that any cell phone could be used to repurpose objects or people into something else.

Kevin refused to be bullied into obeying his jock roommate. "I won't do it." He spoke even more defiantly than before.

Henry pointed his phone at Kevin and hit the flash option. With one flash, he saw his nerd roommate become a nice new pair of Calvin Klein underwear. He picked up the underwear off the floor and examined them. "Very nice underwear. I told you there are worse fates than being a punching bag. Now you get to be up close and personal with my ass, nerd." He spoke to his underwear with a devious smile on his face.

Kevin was immobilized and had no voice. From what Henry said, he knew what he was now. He was literally underwear. He would rather be a punching bag. He also discovered that his face was in the rear instead of the front of the underwear. He watched in horror as he saw Henry slide his legs through and slide him up around his waist. His face was directly up close to his ass.

Henry put on some shorts and sat down to play a quick game. He remembered that he had Mexican for lunch earlier. He wasn't gassy at the gym, but he could feel it now. He let out a fart that smelled foul. He waved in front of his nose because of the smell. He then thought about Kevin. It must be ten times worse for him. He laughed at that thought.

Kevin had no way to move or get away. The foul stench coming from Henry butt was so disgusting and foul. With his face being at the rear, he felt the full force of it. Several more gaseous farts followed as Henry continued to sit on his face and game. The stench was so horrible up close that he would have gagged everything out of his stomach if he had a human body.

After two hours, Henry decided to finish the paper that was started. Before he would, he pulled down his underwear. "Since you didn't do as I asked, your punishment will be to be my underwear for the next two years till I graduate. I will decide then whether to release you or keep you. I hope you enjoy your view." He laughed as he got started to finish up his assignment.

Kevin figured his bully jock roommate would not let him go so soon. He really didn't want to be stuck this way forever. He hoped that he would change him back soon than that.

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Seeing your preppy college roommate bare feet up on the door of his car, knowing they’ve been baking in his Sperries most of the day, and also anticipating what he’ll make you do as you still need him to drive you around as your car is in the shop. He see’s you, bright smile across his face, and say’s,”What up slave…? Who’s your master?”  You slightly grin at him and respond,”You are.”  Still smiling, he responds,”Hell yah I am. And who’s going to enjoy my smelly feet rubbed in his face for this ride?”  You hop in the passenger seat, face him, and say,”Me.” Without hesitation, he swings his bare feet around toward you, and shoves them in your face. You sink down some, letting his bare soles smear against your  nose and mouth as you inhale their sweaty odor. “Fuck yah you are, foot slave.”  You smell the soles of his feet and under his toes for several minutes before hearing him say,”How do they smell?”  Face still plastered against the bottoms, unable to see anything but his soles, you muffle,”Wonderful master. Love your hot foot odor”  You hear him laugh and reply,”Good slave. I know you like it.” He removes his feet and drives you to your location. You get out, remind him you’ll be in in an hour or so, and you watch him drive away. Already getting used to his foot scent, you know you’ll have to probably suck his toes and lick his feet upon him picking you up. You’ve only had him as a roommate for a short while but his foot dominance toward you, smelling and feeling his feet smother your face, is slowly drawing you in. 

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Danny was really getting annoyed with his supervisor. Both him and Evan applied for the same job. He was more qualified for the position, but they end up picking Evan. He later found out that Evan got the position because of a secret bribe. He was so pissed off at that. To make things worse, Evan used his position to make work almost a living hell for him. He would give him way more task than others while the slackers got even less than before. He would sometimes give him near impossible deadlines to meet, knowing that would cause him to work a lot of late nights while he was out partying and having fun. It really got to a point he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to teach Evan a lesson that would equal the same amount of torture he gave him. He had the perfect idea of how to do it.

Evan arrived at Danny's office after he refused to meet one of the near impossible deadlines. "You know I could have you fired, but I might give you a second chance." Evan spoke with a twisted grin.

Danny was waiting for to come to his office. "I have the finished report here. Just take a look." He spoke as he turned the computer screen toward Evan. He took out his phone and set up the TF Pro app out of view of Evan.

Evan looked at the computer screen and saw nothing but an empty page. He was about to ask what that was about when he saw a flash from Danny's phone. There was an instant change of view. He was in a different form and could not move or speak. He had a limited view form what his new form was. He could hear Danny close his office door. "I turned you into boots. My partner loves boots. I am going to gift you to him for a while. It will be long enough for them to hire a new more qualified supervisor." He heard Danny laughing as he was placed in shoe box and the top put on it. He was trapped in the dark as his fate was already determined without his consent.

The next time Evan saw daylight was the top was removed. He heard Danny's voice, and he was talking with another guy.

"What do you think of them, babe?" Danny asked his partner Valin. He watched as Valin took out the boots and examined them.

"They look perfect. Where did you get them?" Valin asked as he continued to examine them.

"My supervisor had bought them, but they didn't fit his feet, so he thought you might be able to make use of them." Danny answered back, knowing full well that Evan was hearing every word. He smirked at that thought.

"Tell him I appreciate this. I have been wanting knew boots to wear. And the way they fell makes me want to wear them nearly every day." Valin spoke as he hugged his partner.

Evan was mentally screaming at both of them. He didn't want to be worn on his feet every day. He didn't even want to be boots at all. He watched in horror as a dingy white socked foot entered one boot and pressed down on his insole face. He had to endure the same scene as Valin put on the other boot. Valin did a couple of stomps and began to walk around in him. The dingy white sock had a strong odor to it. He so wanted to get away from them so badly. The pressure of being walked on made his insole face experience extreme pain, nothing like he had ever felt before. Each step was pain renewed over and over.

Danny watched as Valin walked around the room in his new boots, simply enjoying how they felt on his feet. The thought that poor Evan was being walked on without a single thought from his owner made him smile. He really must be suffering under my partner's feet; he thought to himself. Serves him right, he also thought.

For a straight two weeks, Evan found himself subjected to Valin's feet every day. Valin wore him to work, out shopping and hanging out with friends and his partner. Sometimes, Valin wore clean socks and other times, it was dirty and smelly socks. After a few days, he had already developed a strong foot odor from Valin's foot sweat. Every speck of material on the inside reeked of his owner's feet. He was really sorry now how he had treated Danny at work. Experiencing the excruciating pain every day as his face was an insole and smelling like Valin's feet all the time was torture beyond measure. All he wanted now was for Danny to turn him back to normal. He promised he would be a better supervisor if he did so.

ONE MONTH AFTER TRANSFORMATION....

Danny came back home smiling and exicted. "I finally got the supervisor position that I have been filing in for the past month, babe. They finally made it permanent." He hugged Valin. He looked down to notice he was still wearing his special boots he gave him, even after a whole month.

"Congratulations, babe. You deserve it. Especially after putting up with that ass hole of a supervisor for so long." Valin spoke as they both sat down on the couch.

"You know, I have been hiding a secret from you the past thirty days." Danny spoke, rubbing his partner's legs.

"Oh and what's that?" Valin asked as rubbed around Danny's neck, looking into his eyes.

"You remember my ass hole of a supervisor and how he suddenly went missing?" Danny paused as he kissed Valin on the lips. "Well, he technically wasn't missing. I know exactly where he has been the past thirty days.' he added, smiling with glee.

"Where," Valin asked him, being curious now.

"On your feet. I turned him into a pair of new boots and gifted him to you until I got the position." Danny smiled back, looking down at his partner's boots.

Valin looked down at his boots as well. He was silent for a moment to really think about that. "Are you really serious?" He finally asked. He saw Danny nodding back in affirmation of his question. "No wonder they felt so good on my feet."

"But now that I have the position, I can change him back now." Danny spoke, but to open the TF Pro App on his phone.

"No, you will not. I like my boots; babe and I want to keep them." Valin paused, wiggling his toes in his boots. "They are the most comfortable footwear I ever owned. Besides, you gave them to me. It's my choice of what happens to them, right?" Valin tried to reason with his partner. He really wanted to keep his boots, despite knowing the truth now.

Danny thought about it. "Okay, if you want to keep the boots, I will let you." He deleted the reverse data from the app. "But you know fully about the boots, now. Yet, you still want to keep them." He added.

Valin nodded. "That doesn't matter. He is my property to do with as I pleased ever since you gave him to me." Both of them laughed at that remark.

Evan mentally cried, hearing the whole conversation. Valin had completely decided to keep him as his boots and Danny got his job. He now was nothing but a pair of boots for the rest of his life and no one was going to change that.

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TF Story requested by @mississippisocksblog

Drayson was in the special unit on the police force in charge of gathering intel in a special way. It was a simple get in and get out without the suspect knowing you was even present kind of job that his special unit was in charge of. It was made possible through TF advance technology. Many criminals had been put behind bars because of the expertise skills of his unit. But there were some casualties as well. Sometimes things didn't go exactly as planned and some officers were lost to the job. Yet that was the nature of his unit.

Drayson's mission was to gather evidence on Mr. Jim Brown, a big time CEO of Tangen Pharmaceutical Inc. They had been reported stories of foul play in the company and he was the ringleader of it all. All other attempts to prove it had failed.

Drayson was inspecting Jim's house while he was away on business when he heard Jim returning home a little earlier than expected. He had no way of getting out without being noticed. He took the special pill provided to operatives out in the field. He heard Jim coming up stairs to his room. The only thing he could think of was dress socks. Within seconds, he was nothing put a pair of dress socks on the floor. As long as he was ignored and not worn, he should be fine to escape sometime later.

Jim walked in to see his room had a little mess more than he usually has. "Someone was here." He spoke to himself. He knew the police were investigating him, but he didn't know how one could have gotten in without him noticing on his house cameras. It was a mystery. At the time, that didn't matter. He had another meeting to attend.

Jim went to get a new pair of dress socks, but found no clean pair left in his sock drawer. He needed to have clothes washed, he realized. He then saw a pair laying on the floor, all clean. He wondered how he had missed that pair. He picked them up and placed them on his bed. As he changed into his suite attire, he put on his dress socks and finished getting ready. He left ten minutes later for an important business meeting.

Drayson wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad thing. He could tell his suspect was heading to a big meeting, but he was now stuck on his feet. It would not have been too bad if not for some other factors. One, the guy didn't shower before changing, so his feet really reeked of foot odor and musk extremely bad. Two, his dress shoes smelled like a rodent had died in it. He really felt like gagging so badly being trapped and surrounded by such a foul stench. At least being walked on wasn't so bad. He was able to dull his pain sensors thanks to training he received by his supervising officers.

The meeting seemed to last a while, but he heard everything. Jim was money laundering almost millions of dollars. He had the evidence to take him down. All he needed to do now was get back to the station with what he knew and where to look, but there was only one problem. Jim was still wearing him. Getting the evidence was good, but he was being tortured by Jim's feet in the process. Several times, Jim would wiggle his toes. That caused the odor from between his toes to spread even more. Being on and surrounded by the foul smell was horrible. He was so ready to be off the guy's feet. He kind of wish he had thought of something else to turn into, but he was short on time at that moment.

Sometime later, Jim got back home from work, undressed and relaxed on his bed. He didn't take his socks off. For some reason, his socks were really comfortable to wear. They didn't seem like normal dress socks. He didn't know why, but he liked the way they felt on his feet. He decided he would wear them for a solid week or two just to see how comfortable they truly were.

ONE MONTH LATER...

Jim was relaxing on this bed after a long day at the office. He was amazed at his socks. He wore them to work every time for a good month, and they never tore or had a hole in them. He didn't know why that was, but he loved it. It meant he didn't have to change dress socks ever again. He could just wear this pair every time. He decided to take a nap on his bed.

Drayson was mentally pleading and crying for Jim to stop wearing him. He was forced to endure stinky experience after stinky experience for the past thirty days. It was horrible. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that Jim didn't know his dress socks were a police officer. But he was so over being a pair of socks, but there was never an opportunity to change back without being noticed. Every night, he was just about stuffed in stinky dress shoes, preventing him from changing back. Then the next morning he would be back on Jim's feet. He could only pray and hope an opportunity would come soon. He didn't want to be stuck as the guy's socks forever.

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Practical Joke Gone Wrong

Felix loved his slides that he had purchased last month from the store. They were so comfortable to walk in. No matter what surface he was walking on, his feet had the best comfort. They were the best pair of shoes he owned and loved to wear when he didn't want to wear socks. He didn't know how they got the material to be so durable, but he was glad. He definitely intended to keep this pair of footwear for a long time.

Andrew was barely hanging on mentally. This was one practical joke that went so wrong. He found himself sold to some random guy and used as his footwear. He could feel everything beneath the heel and feet pressing down on the insole. It was a painful experience every day.

He had to deal with whatever surface his owner was stepping on, being pressed up against the sole of his shoe form. Even the tiniest pebble hurt. Having his owner's feet pressed down on his insole face was the worst. Some days, his owner's feet really reeked. If he had a physical mouth, he would be gagging for fresh air. The pressure of his constant stepping made the experience even more painful. The days he really hated were when his owner would go shopping. He would sometimes be out all day long. That sometimes meant sweaty feet and odor he would be forced to inhale and taste all day long. Being his owner's footwear was something he would never wish for. Unfortunately, the guy was completely clueless as to what his feet were doing to him. All he knew was that he bought a normal pair of leather slides. Ever since the guy bought him and walked out of the store wearing him, his fate was permanently sealed.

30 DAYS EARLIER......

Andrew and his buddy Greg were always playing jokes on each other at work. One time, Greg messed with Andrew's lunch by putting diced hot peppers in it. Andrew would get him back by hiding his shoes when he found him napping on break. It was their usual thing for them.

This time, Greg decided to do a big practical joke on Andrew. When he wasn't looking in the store room, he used his TF Pro App and turned him into a pair of leather slides. He placed him in a shoe box with a price tag on it. "You look like a nice pair of shoes." He paused, looking at Andrew in his new form and laughed. "Don't worry, it's not permanent, I will be back in a few minutes to change you back." He placed a top on the shoe box. He put a sticky note on the box that had 'not for sale' written on it.

Andrew was so pissed at Greg for this new practical joke. He couldn't move or speak. He was stuck in this form in a dark shoe box. But he knew his buddy would change him back after another good laugh at his new look.

Two minutes later, Andrew saw another employee open the top of the shoe box. The employee had taken the sticky note and tossed it in the trash. After examining him, he placed him back in the box with the top back on.

The next time that Andrew saw daylight, he saw a random guy holding him in his hands. Apparently, the guy loved how he looked as leather slides. He hated what would come next. The guy slides his bare feet inside him. Being worn on his feet was new to Andrew, and he absolutely hated it. As the guy walked around on him, he heard the guy say how he was impressed with the shoes and decided he would buy them.

Andrew was mortified at that moment. He didn't want to permanently be a pair of shoes for a random customer. But he was powerless and voiceless to stop it from happening. He hoped Greg would rescue him before the guy actually purchased him. Minute later, the sale was rung up, and the customer paid the cost. The customer decided to wear him out of the store since he was so impressed with the level of comfort his feet got. Andrew could only mentally weep as the guy put him on his feet and started to walk out of the store.

As the guy was walking out, Andrew could hear in the background, Greg asking about a shoe box that had a sticky note on it. But Greg was too late to stop what had occurred as the customer cleared the door and kept walking, completely oblivious of the fact that he just bought living footwear.

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TF Story requested by @lariusvi

It was Friday night, and Kelly and Ben decided to chill over at his place. Both had a long week at work, and it had been stressful for both of them. They wanted to let out that stress with a little drinking at home. It was safer that way since Kelly was spending the night over at Ben's house that night. They could get drunk and sleep it off without having to drive to a place or back home.

It didn't take long for both friends to get completely drunk on their asses. They were giggling and laugh at just about anything that came to mind or appeared on the television. All the stress of the week wasn't a present thought in their minds.

Ben then dared Kelly to smell his ass. Kelley was so drunk, that he easily took the dare. Ben pulled down his pants for Kelly to smell his ass. "Put your nose deep into my underwear, dude." He told Kelly, laughing at the fact that he was actually going to do it.

Kelly put his face right into Ben's underwear, making sure his nose was in the ass crack part. He too was laughing that he was actually doing this. "Keep sniffing." He heard Ben tell him. He kept sniffing his friend's ass while Ben just laughed even more that he really was doing it.

Suddenly, Kelly felt strange. He felt himself becoming like a vapor and transparent. He felt like he was being drawn into Ben's ass the more he kept sniffing. He tried to stop, but felt so compelled to keep sniffing. Just like a vapor, he found himself absorbed into Ben's ass right through his underwear. He was in the form of a gasesous vapor trapped in his ass. He still could hear Ben laughing at what just happened as thouugh without a care.

"Don't worry, you won't be stuck in there for long." Ben laughed as he let out a foul stench fart that smelled like something died in his butt. He laughed so much that he passed out on the couch, still farting whatever gas that was in this ass.

Kelly became sober the moment he realized the end was near as Ben farted. As the vapor form escaped back out thru the underwear, he felt his body began to disperse and become nothing. His own existence was literally being evaporated, and he couldn't stop it from happening.

Ben woke up the next morning on the couch. He could feel the hangover from the previous night of fun, but his mind was now sobered up. He looked and didn't see Kelly anywhere. He began to call for Kelly, but no one answered in the house. He did find Kelly's phone and saw his car still in the driveway, but no Kelly anywhere. He was so confused as to what could have happened to his buddy. He pondered why he would leave without taking his car or phone with him.

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Jack sat there, enjoying his time meeting up with a good friend of his. His new footwear was very comfortable to wear. They supported his feet quite well despite the pressure of being stepped on. He was impressed at how good and comfortable they were. As his friend chatted with him, he was completely unaware of the tormented sole being used as his friend's footwear. Jack was sure his footwear was probably screaming for help mentally while being under his feet, but no one would be hearing his pleas. He was nothing but his footwear now.

24 HOURS EARLIER.......

Jack had caught his foot slave attempting to leave the house. "Where are you going?" He asked.

Leo crawled back over to his Master's feet. "I just wanted to leave for a little bit. It's been three years of serving your feet. I just wanted a little break." He explained, hoping Jack would let him go.

"Remember, you owed me a good bit but couldn't pay it back. You offered me anything to settle your debt. And I told you would have to be my foot slave for five years at least." He paused with an angry look on his face. "Now, I see you are trying to break the agreement."

"It's not like that. I would return, I promise." Leo pleaded, even though he was technically lying. He had no intentions of returning. Jack had used him for more than foot worship. He kept him as a sex toy, footstool, and personal servant for the past three years. He saw him not paying attention as the perfect opportunity to get out of a bad deal, but he was caught trying to leave.

"I can see through your lies. Besides, you have been getting lazy recently." Jack paused. He thought for a moment. There had to be another solution. He knew one that would work even better for him. "I will give you your release from being my foot slave if you want. Is that what you really want?" He asked Leo, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Leo nodded, "very much so." Leo thought he was finally going to be free at last from the agreement. He saw Jack pull out his phone. "Let me take one last picture of you before you go." He heard him say. There was a quick flash, and everything changed instantly.

Leo found himself unable to move or speak. He could hear Jack laughing above him. He was confused at what happened.

"You have your release from being a foot slave to being my footwear now. I made you extremely durable that you should survive my feet for at least twenty years at minimum." Jack paused as he slid his feet onto his new footwear. "You wanted your release, and I gave it to you." He laughed as he walked around the house wearing his new footwear.

Leo realized too late what happened. He felt Jack's feet slid in top of him and began walking. It was painful beyond imagination. Each step felt like death without dying one bit. The smell of Jack's feet was stronger being footwear. He couldn't escape the odor of his bare feet. He wanted to be released completely, not to become his shoes permanently.

The next morning, Jack was meeting up with his long-time friend. He looked down at his new footwear. "I think I should wear you all day to really see how comfortable you are." He put on his new living flip flops. He left the house to go meet up with his friend.

Leo mentally begged for someone to rescue him. But with all the chatter all around him, no one heard a single mental plea for help. He was stuck under Jack's feet unwillingly as his living footwear with no end in sight of it ever ending for him.

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