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The husband and I went north to escape Phoenix for a night.

This included some hiking, before checking out downtown and eating.

Plenty of pinecones littered the ground. So, naturally, one found its way purposely under my hiking boot.

There was some resistance. Some.

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Our trip up north is coming to a close.

And while ours is ending, you're always welcome to take a trip down at my Nikes.

In fact, I insist. My kicks won't clean themselves.

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Hi, I love your stories a lot. I've seen that most of them ask you to turn them into things for feet, but I want something different.

Could you turn me into a bar of soap?

I want to experience what it feels like to be an object.

Picture source: internet

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Hey can you have me turned into my dick and then processed into a dildo that is bought by a hot college freshman?

Picture source: internet

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I want to be my brother's socks and semen diaper

Picture source: @socs-things

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Picture source: Instagram account @madnikemaster

Alex was in torment the last five days. Will had started his vactions five days ago. He already smelled of foot odor and sweat of Will's feet. The fact that Will only had him for socks only made it worse. His roommate was to be on vacation for eleven days. He didn't know if his mind could survive all eleven days.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER......

Will was preparing for his nice long vacation. It was to be for eleven days at a nice resort in the Carribean islands. As he went to get socks from his drawer, he noticed he didn't have a single clean pair left. He looked in his dirty clothes hamper and saw that it was full. His roommate and apartment slave had not done the laundry. He was highly upset over not having a clean pair of socks. He was leaving today.

"Boy, come here." Will commanded.

Alex was dealing with the arrangements he made his old college friend. He needed a place to stay for a time but had not the means to afford his own apartment. Will offered his other bedroom to him on the condition that he would be his apartment slave while he lives there. It was not an ideal situation, but he would have a place to stay, at least for now, rent-free. so he took the deal.

It has now been two years living with Will, and he was still his apartment slave. He had forgotten to do the laundry yesterday. He figured that was the reason why Will was calling him. "Yes, Sir." He spoke bowing to his roommate. That was also one of Will's rules for him.

"You forgot to do the laundry yesterday, and I don't have a single clean pair of socks for my vacation. I am due to leave in a couple of hours." Will paused, seeming very angry. "How do you suppose we fix this?" He questioned him.

Alex had no clue how to get him enough clean pairs of socks in a short period of time. "Not enough time to wash and dry you a clean pair." He spoke, still thinking of what to do.

Will knew of a solution. He knew Alex wouldn't like it, but this would teach him a lesson about completing his chores. He pulled out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He selected the socks he wanted and turned the camera to look directly at Alex. He hit the flash option.

Alex saw the flash, and everything changed. He found himself hollowed out and flat on the floor. He felt two hands pick him up as though he was real light to carry. "Since you didn't do my laundry like you should have. I guess you will have to be my socks for my entire vacation. The only pair I will wear the entire eleven days. Sorry, but not sorry about this, buddy." He heard as a foot was shoved inside him without a single thought. He then felt another foot enter him.

Alex found his sensed not dulled but intensified. Every taste and smell was stronger somehow. Even every feeling was more extreme. He could feel each step that Will took, and it was horribly painful for him. It felt like he was being crushed by a huge mountain over and over without death. He could taste every surface of Will's feet and smell even the slightest scent no matter if the scent was weak. He thought it couldn't get worse until he was shoved into a pair of sneakers that reeked of a foul stench. He couldn't escape or move. He was forece to take in the foul odor without his concent. The insoles taste and reek of sweat and musk. If he had a physical mouth and nose, he would be gagging for fresh air while emptying the contents of his stomach at the same time. It was a completely horrible experience. He would be forced to be his socks for the entire eleven days.

During the entire five days, Will enjoy exploration, hanging out with some friends who went with him and over all relaxing. He didn't think much about hs socks. During his private time, he did jack off in one of the socks as a reward for being so comfortable on his feet. Spreading hot cum in the socks was a power trip he rather enjoyed, a little too much.

Will return home after eleven days in the Carribean. It was a great vacation. Even though he only wore one pair of socks the entire time, they held up strong; stronger than any normal pair of socks. Yet, it was time to restore his apartment slave back to normal. He took the socks off and used the flash on his phone. Nothing happened. He kept hitting the flash option, but the socks never reverted back to human form. He was puzzled about it until he realized what went wrong. He wasn't the only one who jacked off in his socks. A cute guy he had in his hotel room also jacked off in them for sport. The guy thought it was hot that the socks were former human and wanted to have a little fun with them as well.

Alex was releved that Will's vacation was over. He was tired of being socks. Having to deal with Will's feet the entire time was bad enough, but being jacked off in by both Will and another guy was so humilating and degrading. The fact that the guy knew he was a former human and wanted to do it anyway was torture. "Sorry to tell you, but having cum from two different guys saturate your insides has made this permanent for you. I can't change you back, but there is good news in all of this. You get to personally serve my feet and cock for a very long time." He heard Will laugh at his fate. He couldn't believe that this was permanent. He barely survived mentally all eleven days, yet alone the rest of his life. He found himself being put back on Will's feet and walked on. He could only mentally weep as he would never be human again and only just socks for an old college buddy.

Last story for 2024. Wishing all my followers a Happy New Year.

I will be back to doing the anonymous request in 2025. The next ones will be those who have already sent some to me. Again, Happy New Year to everyone.

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I have never owned black jeans. There's no particular reason for it. I just never have. But that changed after Christmas, with my husband buying me a new pair.

I am still working out color combinations. But I think they pair well with my Osiris.

Though, these D3s go with anything.

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Picture source: #mine

I went shopping one day for a special pair of Fubu sneakers, but couldn't find a single pair that I really liked. I went to several different stores. Finally, there was one store that had an option. They sell specialized shoes if you can't find what you are looking for on the shelf.

Once again, there was nothing on the shelves I wanted, but the manager assured me they could get me a pair I would want at an additional charge of $30. I agreed. The store manager showed me several designs that weren't on the shelves. I picked one out on the screen that I really wanted to own.

The shoe store manager told me to hold on for a few minutes as he makes the arrangements for the new pair of shoes. Five minutes later, he comes back with the pair I picked out and my right shoe size. I was amazed since I didn't see one on the shelf. I immediately tried them on. They felt so good on my feet. The insoles in particular were really comfortable. I walked around in them for a little bit. The felt so good, that I wanted to walk out of the store wearing them, to which the store manager agreed to after I had paid for them.

As I stood to pay for my new shoes, I felt a little squirming from the insoles. It was like they were massaging my feet with all the motion I was feeling under my feet. The store manager noticed a look on my face and asked if something was wrong with the shoes. I told him about the enjoyable squirming under my feet. He sort of laughed at my comment about them.

The store manager informed me that since the shoes I wanted weren't in stock, they had to use other source material to create them. His store prided in making sure the customer walked out satisfied with the product they really wanted.

From all the squirming, I could tell human material had been used. I didn't know whether he liked being my shoes or was some attempt to escape his fate of me wearing him as my footwear. I asked what was the source material? I was informed that they had caught a thief trying to steal from them one day. They held him captive in a different form until I came in to purchase a pair of shoes they didn't have to offer. They used him as the material for my new shoes. I was also told that the change was irreversible. There was no way to make him human again. Also, that all purchase were final. The shoe thief was my property on my feet now.

I almost thought I should be sad for the poor guy, but then again, he was really comfortable shoes. His humanity was gone for good, and he was nothing but shoes now. I walked out of the store in my new shoes, and enjoying all the squirming he was doing under my feet. I smiled at his futile attempt to escape his fate. I didn't know the guy's name, but that didn't matter. Shoes don't have human names, they are just shoes for their owner to wear. That was just how I was going to treat hm as.

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Picture source: Instagram account: @Madnikemaster

Travis heard a knock on his front door. He opened it to see a FedEx delivery guy holding a package for him. He handed over the device for him to sign for the package. He saw it was an overnight delivery sent directly to him. After signing for it, the guy left.

Travis wondered who was sending him a package. He opened it to see a note address to him. It was from one of his devoted followers. He read the note before opening the box in the wrapping.

"I know you were looking for this kind of shoes, but they were hard to find online. So, I used a special formula that would help me turn into these shoes. The formula is temporary and only lasts a week. Afterward, I would revert back to my human form. Inside the box is provided another formula that will make this form permanent and durable. Should you decide, it's available to you, but I hope your mercy will be shown." The note read out.

Travis opened the box within. He saw the sneakers he had been wanting for a long while. He also saw the vial that would make it permanent. He thought about talking to the sneakers, but that sounded silly. The guy wanted to be his shoes. He should be treated as such.

He immediately tried in the sneakers. They felt so good on his feet. And they looked like his style. He thought about using the formula now but changed his mind. Travis decided he would make up his mind later on in a few days. For now, he wanted to enjoy his new shoes despite what they really are.

'Jake was happy to be worn on the feet of his favorite person on Instagram. The socks were a little dirty, but he didn't mind it. The experience, though, was slightly different than he initially imagined it. It was quite painful being walked on. It was like his nerves were dialed up by a thousand. He face being pressed on really hurt. Not to mention the odor of the socks seem more intense the longer he stayed in this form. Something else he didn't expect happened. He could feel every surface he was being pressed up against. He could feel the carpet and hardwood floors beneath him. He could also taste the saltiness and dirt of the socks pressing on his insole face. It wasn't exactly a good taste. Being a pair of sneakers now seemed way different than he imagined. He didn't want to be stuck this way forever. He hoped the guy would show mercy in five days or so.

Four Days Later......

Travis absolutely loved his new sneakers. They were so super comfortable and supportive of his feet. He literally had worn them all four days. He would go to the flea market to sell his product while wearing his new sneakers. He went to work wearing his new sneakers. He wore them to the gym and hanging out with friends. By the fourth day, the sneakers had a ripe odor of his sweaty feet all in them. He took the vial that came with the sneakers and emptied the entire contents onto both shoes. The liquid was absorbed into them. Both sneakers were left completely dry. He knew exactly what he had done. He didn't want to lose a perfectly good pair of sneakers despite the material used to create at them. During the entire four days, he never spoke to the sneakers despite them being conscious of what his feet did to them. It was the poor loser's choice to literally put his fate in his hands. To get rid of perfectly good sneakers would have been a stupid choice in his eyes.

Jake felt his form become permanent the moment the liquid got absorbed into him. He could never change back to normal now. He reeked of his owner's foot sweat and odor. His insole face had been molded by his owner's feet that there was no going back to the new. The fact that he was treated like a regular pair of shoes made him feel like just an object to the guy. It was so cruel to him. He practically had worship the guy prior to all of this. To treat one of his followers as nothing but his footwear felt so humiliating and degrading. He could at least talk to him since knowing the truth. Yet, he should have realized his fate. He let a dominant guy wear him as his sneakers and have control to decide whether it's permanent or not. This was his fate. He had no choice but to accept it even though he didn't want it to be permanent.

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There may not be snow, and I may have driven with the windows down today.

But we certainly try to be festive, even in the desert.

For that reason, my most festive kicks in my collection, my red and green Jordans. Happy Holidays everyone.

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Story requested by @footlave61773

Steve had enough of enough of doing Drey's homework for the past eight weeks. He didn't stand up for himself due to his fear of retaliation from his bully. But now, he had enough of doing two sets of homework. He decided that today he would refuse.

"Where's my homework, dork?" Drey asked in an intimidating tone of voice. He stood at two inches taller than the shorter Steve. He also had a size 12 shoe size.

"I didn't do it." Steve spoke up, trying to show he was no longer scared.

"What did you say?" Drey asked back as a few of the other students heard the conversation. "I might have heard you wrong. Repeat it for me." He requested, hoping the dork didn't say what he thought he heard.

"I said I didn't do it. And I am not going to do any of your homework anymore." Steve replied, showing even more confidence that he refused to be bullied again or intimidated by him.

"I think you should reconsider." Drey threatened him, now in a serious tone. Several others in the class now looked their direction. The professor had not yet arrived, so it was just only the students present.

"No, and you can't make me do it anymore." Steve spoke defiantly back to show his rule over him was over.

Drey decided to teach him a lesson about not following his rules. Unfortunately for Steve, he didn't wear any socks today, and he also wore one of his favorite pairs of sneakers. This particular pair really smelled bad even by his own standards. "You are going to wish you did my homework after just five minutes." He presented his fate to him. He took out his phone and pointed the phone camera at Steve. He hit the flash. He watched as Steve was now just a pair of socks in the chair. He picked up the socks. "I didn't wear socks today because I didn't have a fresh pair, which makes you the perfect candidate to be on my feet today. Also, these sneakers are very stinky, just a pre-warning." He laughed as some of the students thought this was insane while some others just laughed. He quickly slipped on his new socks without a single care.

Some of the students near Drey covered their noses. They got a little scent of the foul sneakers. "Dude, I am glad I am not your socks. That guy is going to be tortured in there." The closets spoke slightly, finding the situation interesting, but not wanting to get involved in helping the other student. He didn't want to be Drey's next pair of socks after just one scent of the sneakers.

"He should have done my homework, and he would not have been my socks right now. Besides, I get to wear him till I have a chance to wash clothes. For now, he is my socks." Drey spoke as he put his sneakers back on, not thinking much about how his socks felt. He saw relief on the other students face as his shoes were back on his feet.

Steve wanted to die as he was forced in the most foul stench prison ever. The odor was completely around him, from the sides to the insoles and all over on the inside of the sneakers. He had no way to move or speak out in protest. He desperately wanted fresh air. It smelled like road kill died in his sneakers. The fact that no one came to his rescue really confused him. It felt like all of his senses were so heightened. Taste, touch, smell, and even his hearing were a thousand times stronger, but that was more of a curse than a blessing.

Steve could taste the saltiness of Drey's feet, dried sweat, and dead skin cells. It was extremely awful. There was a slight foot odor as well, but extremely heightened by his senses. He had to deal with that along with the foul stench of the sneakers. He could hear the conversations above him. Some were actually laughing about his fate, including Drey. No one spoke up about what was done to him. He realized that some wanted to but didn't want to share in his fate. He was alone and trapped on Drey's feet.

The teacher walked into the room. "Did anything interesting happen before I arrived? I see a lot of chatter about something." He asked the class.

"Nothing really happened, professor. Just one student lend me a pair of socks today, that's all." Drey spoke up. Some of the others laughed at his response.

"I see. Well, let's begin class." The professor spoke, not wanting to ask any further why it was funny about another student lending him a pair of socks.

Steve was mortified as the professor began to teach the lecture while he was completely trapped around Drey's feet. No one even countered Drey's statement. He was stuck as Drey's socks on his feet.

Later that evening, Drey got back to his dorm room. Steve was a really good pair of socks on his feet. Unfortunately, he got an F for not having his homework. He really didn't like that. So he decided he would further punish the dork for not doing what he told him to do. He would wear him even longer after he washed his clothes.

Three weeks later....

Steve was barely hanging on to any sanity. Drey wore him every day. To the gym, he was his gym socks. Hanging out with his friends, he was his socks then. Going to his classes, again, he was his socks. Even studying at the library, he was stuck as his socks. Some of the shoes smelled better, but most of them stink horribly. He was forced to absorb and taste foot sweat and dead skin on a daily basis. At least twice a week, Drey would jerk off in him and laughed about it afterward. This went on for a straight three weeks, none stop. Sometimes, he would jerked off in him every day for a whole week.

One year later....

Drey looked at his worn-out socks. They were completely destroyed by now. Some of the cotton had worn out at the bottom. The hole in the toes expanded so badly his feet were completely through it. He had already forgotten the name of the poor guy he turned into his socks. It was no use anyway since he deleted the reverse data a long time ago. Even if he still had it, the socks were too ruined to change back to normal. If there was anything left in the socks, it would be a mindless foot slave devoted to his feet if he survived the reverse part. He decided to keep them socks anyway. They still would make good toys to jerk off in, he thought to himself, examining the ruined socks on his feet.