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Reece was at his wit's end. Sharing a small dorm room with Kurt was challenging enough, but the real torment came from Kurt's habit of never updating his wardrobe, particularly his sneakers. These weren’t just any sneakers; they were an ancient, battle-scarred pair that had seen better days, probably back when they were new in the early 2000s. The stench that emanated from them was like a toxic cloud, enveloping the room whenever Kurt kicked them off after a long day.

Day after day, Reece aired his grievances. "Kurt, man, those sneakers are biohazards. You need new ones, like, yesterday," he'd say, pinching his nose in dramatic fashion.

But Kurt just shrugged, his response always some variation of, "They're broken in. I like 'em."

Weeks passed, and Reece's complaints grew more desperate. He tried everything from leaving subtle hints to outright begging, but to no avail. Kurt's sneakers remained a staple in their shared space, their smell intensifying with each passing day.

One evening, as Reece was once again lamenting the state of their room, Kurt's patience snapped. With a mischievous grin, he pulled out his phone and tapped on an app no one had ever seen before – the "TF App," which stood for "Transformation."

"You want to shut up about my sneakers?" Kurt asked, his eyes glinting with an odd light. Before Reece could respond, Kurt pressed the screen.

In a flash of light, Reece felt an odd sensation, like every part of him was being flattened and reshaped. When he came to, he was no longer human but had become a pair of insoles. Not just any insoles, but ones designed to fit perfectly inside Kurt's repulsive sneakers.

Kurt, with a chuckle, pulled out the old, worn-out insoles and replaced them with Reece. The horror for Reece was immediate and overwhelming. As Kurt shoved his bare, sweat-drenched feet into the sneakers, the experience was magnified for Reece. His senses were heightened; every odor was amplified, every touch was a nightmare.

Kurt's feet were the epitome of nastiness. They were unwashed for days, covered in a thick layer of sweat and grime, with nails that hadn't seen a clipper in ages. The smell was like a physical entity, invading what would have been Reece's nose if he had one. And the taste, oh, the taste was worse – salty, bitter, with a hint of whatever Kurt had stepped in that day.

Reece would have screamed if he could, but all he could do was absorb the horror of his new existence. Each step Kurt took was a crushing blow, each second an eternity of suffering. The irony was cruel; Reece, who hated feet more than anything, was now intimately acquainted with the very thing he despised.

As days turned into weeks, Kurt's feet only grew more vile, and Reece's torment seemed without end. But in this bizarre twist of fate, perhaps Reece would finally learn to keep his complaints to himself – or at least, that was what Kurt hoped as he laced up his sneakers, ready for another day of college life, with his former roommate underfoot.

As time wore on, the melding of Reece into Kurt's sneakers became complete. The insoles, a source of pure horror for Reece, now conformed so perfectly to Kurt's feet that they seemed like they were part of him. But for Reece, this melding was a never-ending nightmare.

With each step Kurt took, the terror in Reece's existence was palpable. His senses, unnaturally heightened, were assaulted by the constant stench and sweat of Kurt's feet. The pressure of each footfall was a reminder of his loss of humanity, his once vibrant life reduced to the sensation of being crushed and molded underfoot.

Kurt, oblivious to the true horror of his former roommate's plight, reveled in the newfound comfort. His feet felt supported and cushioned in a way they never had before. He walked with an ease that suggested he was floating rather than walking. But as he noticed this miraculous change, a decision brewed in his mind, one that would seal Reece's fate.

One night, while lounging with his feet propped up, Kurt pulled out the TF app. He contemplated the reversal process, but the thought of returning to discomfort was unbearable. With a cold resolve, he deleted the reverse data, ensuring Reece could never return to his human form.

"Sorry, man," Kurt said aloud, though he knew Reece couldn't respond. "But you make the best insoles I've ever had."

Reece, trapped within the confines of the insoles, was in constant, silent horror. He tried to scream, to plead, to beg for his humanity back, but his voice was gone, replaced by the silent endurance of inanimate suffering. Each day was a relentless cycle of sensory overload; the smell, the taste, the feel of Kurt's feet were all magnified to torturous levels.

He felt every step, every shift in weight, every moment Kurt's feet rested on him. The horror of his situation never dulled; instead, it grew with each passing second. He was aware, acutely so, of every moment, every touch, and yet, he was powerless, voiceless, his protests nothing more than the inaudible cries of a sentient insole.

Kurt, now accustomed to this perfect fit, wore his sneakers more than ever, seldom taking them off, even when he could. He had no idea of the torment he was perpetuating with every step. For Reece, there was no escape, no relief, just an endless, horrifying existence as the insoles beneath Kurt's feet. His mind, trapped in this cruel reality, could do nothing but endure, hoping against hope for a miracle that would never come.

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The soccer socks

You always had a thing for dirty used socks. Especially those of Brian, your soccer playing roommate. After every game he would use you as a foot bench so you could sniff and lick the hell out of them.

But you were never satisfied enough, you wanted more, so you got online and ordered a TF-gun.

A few days later it arrived just in time before he had to leave going on a seven-day soccer camp. After a quick explanation of your plan, Brian didn’t hesitate taking the gun out and putting the settings in.

You were still lying in bed when he came into your room and fired the gun, immediately your body starts to shrink taking on a white color, your limbs fusing together as you split in two and a Nike swoosh sign appears.

Brian immediately puts you on his dirty feet. As his foot slides in, you feel like your body is stretched out as it contours the shape of his foot, the smell and taste of his unwashed feet are divine as your senses are heightened to the max.

Walking around with you, Brian noticed how comfortable you are on his feet, the best socks he has ever worn. Before he puts on his cleats, he talks to you one last time making sure you know what you agreed to.

After a long day of running and training he takes his shoes off looking at you, you're drenched in his sweat to the point you're taking a more brownish colour instead of white.

You're already so far gone after only one day that he decides you're better off as a pair of socks than as a friend, breaking the TF-gun so you can never be changed back!

This is your life now just a pair of dirty smelly soccer socks for him, soaking up his sweat at practice and his cum at night.

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Must suck

“That’s what you get, Mike. Becoming my sneakers right before the start of summer must suck! You always complained about my smelly shoes, now you get to be them,” laughed Jake as he zapped Mike with the transformation gun.

Mike felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing more than Jake’s worn-out sneakers. The stench was rancid and overwhelming, far worse than he had ever imagined.

Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed sneakers. “This week is going to be the hottest of the year. I hope you don’t mind, actually, I don’t really care!”

Every step Jake took was torture for Mike. The sweat, the pressure, and the heat were unbearable. Jake ran, jumped, and deliberately stomped on the ground hard, furthering Mike’s silent suffering.

Days turned into weeks and months, and Jake wore the same socks, ensuring maximum discomfort. By the end of summer, the shoes were filthy and reeked horribly, but as the trainers were switched for winter boots and instead of being freed from his torment Mike found himself in a plastic bag in Jake’s closet, ready to be used the following summer.

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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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Trapped in the Cleats

"Time to see how you like being under my feet, Ryan," said Jake, smirking as he held up the transformation gun. Before Ryan could react, Jake zapped him, and Ryan felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing but Jake's worn-out cleats.

Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed cleats, feeling Ryan's essence trapped within. "Perfect. Just in time for our summer training sessions."

Jake knew that Ryan's senses were heightened after the transformation, which made the experience even worse for him. Every movement, every drop of sweat, and every foul odor was magnified. The stench of old sweat and the musty interior of the cleats overwhelmed Ryan's senses, and the heat was unbearable.

Jake made sure to work out extra hard, running drills and scrimmages in the blazing summer sun. The sweat poured off him, soaking into the cleats and making Ryan's torment even more intense. Jake could feel Ryan's silent suffering with every step and relished the power he had over him.

Jake also had a habit of not washing his cleats or socks, ensuring maximum discomfort for Ryan. The smell of sweat and the constant pressure were relentless. Jake's smirk grew wider every time he felt Ryan's misery.

"By the way, Ryan, you're going to stay this way for the whole summer," Jake said, sitting down to take a break, his cleats resting on the soccer balls. "I hope you enjoy every minute of it."

Ryan was left to endure the suffocating heat, the overwhelming stench, and the constant movement, knowing that his torment would last for months. There was no escape from the darkness and the relentless agony.

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Being a Man’s doormat is a fairly boring job, but it’s all worth it when you can look up and see the godlike Man stepping on you

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I would love to be turned into a farmers pair of wellies for him to get dirty

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I would love to be turned into a farmers pair of wellies for him to get dirty

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"How the hell did you undo the transformation" Adam asked as you tried to get your now restored body to move. Months of being trapped as his slide had made it espicaly hard, your body no longer use to being able to move on its own, it haveing become accustom to all movement comeing from being attached to Adam's foot.

"I'm surprised you you still have some fight left in you" he said smerking as he walked closer towards your prone body.

Looking up from your back you watched helpless as he held his socked foot high above you, the worn sock looked alot worse in then it did a few month's ago now haveing the clear outline of Adam's foot imprinted in its fibers.

"Your not going to abandon your friend's are you, after all the time you have spent together" he said wriggleing his thick toes inside the trasformed sock that had once been your best friend.

"All four of you need to accept that you belong too my feet now, no more of this tranforming when my back is turned" he smiled and started to lower his socked foot towards you, it slowly filling your vision as your body started to surge with transformation energy.

"That's it don't fight it, accept what you we're allways meant to be"

You knew Adam was right, it was so hard to keep fighting it and you had used up so much strength transforming back into a human, it would be a lot less tireing if you just let go.....

Adam watched happly as you shrunk back down to match his size 12 feet, your body shifting under his as his socked foot pressed down on top of you, filling your mind with the familiar sensation of being worn.

"That's it allmost done" Adam said as your arms wrapped permanently around his foot in a tight embrace as a nike logo emerged from the fusion of former limbs.

"Their we go nice and snugg right where your belong" he said shifting his emence weight forward through your body and into the hard unforgiving ground below, silencing whatever complex thoughts we're left in your mind, your only desire to protect and cushion his feet forever.

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amazing *.*

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Being a Man’s doormat is a fairly boring job, but it’s all worth it when you can look up and see the godlike Man stepping on you

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