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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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The Phoenix heat chews up vehicle batteries. Couple that will cool fall temperatures, weakened batteries never stand a chance.

That was the case with our Nissan Sentra. I jumped the car this morning, stopped at an auto store and swapped the battery myself in the parking lot.

My old Supras dutifully supported me every step of the way.

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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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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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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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My best friend is pretty good looking. Great body and looks. But he's always had a hard time growing chest hair. I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help him out?

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Greg had an awesome body that he worked at sculpting just right, but his issue was that he could not grow chest hair. He often complained about it to his friend, Tim.

One day, Greg discovered a way he could get instant chest hair that normal would take weeks or months to get. He invited Tim over to his house to see if it really worked. As soon as Tim got there, he offered him a special mix drink.

"This tastes good, buddy." Tim spoke as he down the whole glass in less than a minute. He smacked his lips because it was so good.

"I want to try something if you are willing." Greg asked Tim, with a smile.

"What is it?" Tim asked, being curious.

"You know how I want chest hair so badly. Well, if you kiss my chest, I might get some." Greg suggested.

Tim thought it was ridiculous, but they were good friends. He thought, "Where would be the harm in it." He nodded back that he would. He watched as Greg removed his shirt, revealing his hot chest. He leaned over and began to kiss his bare chest over and over. Suddenly, he felt himself being drawn into Greg's chest. He tried to pull away but couldn't. He was also shrinking in size. He began to panic, but he saw Greg wrap his arms around him.

"Don't worry, buddy. Just let it happen. You are helping me get what I wanted. You will be my chest hair." Greg spoke and strongly hugged Tim to keep him from getting away.

Tim didn't know what to think at the moment. He was being absorbed into Greg's chest. He wanted to continue to resist, but then felt like it was right. He let himself be absorbed without resistance. He was nothing but chest hair after one minute.

Greg examined his new chest hair. The formula really worked. "Sorry to tell you this, Tim, but it's permanent. You are stuck as my chest hair. But take pleasure in the fact you help fulfill my wish. You get to be with me forever now." He added.

Tim felt that he should be upset over this, but he felt elated that he could he could help his friend this way. He would just have to get used to being permanent chest hair.

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Thick jock ass. Sexy smooth size 13 wide heels and soles 🦶🏽🦶🏽💦 arrive

Tracy arrived for his usual massage. He saw that there was a new guy attending to him. He had thoroughly trained the previous guy under his mental control, but he wasn't there today. "What happened to my usual guy?" He asked.

"He actually got another job a week ago. My name is Danny. I will be giving you your massage today." Danny spoke, getting things ready.

"Nice to meet you, Danny. Were you told about massaging me before?" Tracy asked.

"I was told that I might end up getting assigned to you after one session." Danny acknowledged what he was told. Tracy nodded.

"You will see why once you start." Tracy responded back. He had intended to turn Newman into one of his objects but look like that wasn't going to happen any time soon since he had found a new job. At least, he still had his former boyfriend Jensen as his socks. 'I guess he figured he would never see his boyfriend as a normal human again,' Tracy thought to himself as he relaxed for his massage.

As Danny began to massage his client, a strange feeling came over him. He became memorized by the size 13 jock feet. The more he massaged him, but the more he wanted to stay close to his client's feet. After a nice massage and some oil to keep them moisturized, he felt compelled to kiss Tracy's feet. "I know you want to do it, so don't fight what you are feeling." He heard Tracy say to him as though he was in his head. Listening to the words from him, he began to kiss his client's feet.

'Got me another one,' Tracy thought to himself. Sometimes, his feet had a way of making men weak and become his foot slave without resistance.

Danny then heard a tiny voice coming from somewhere. He leaned in close to his client's butt. The voice was a little louder. It sounded like someone was calling out for help. He saw Tracy noticing him staring at his butt and listening. He pulled away not to seem weird, but he swore someone was calling for help from his client's butt.

Tracy laughed when he saw Danny pull back with the look of nervous shock on his face. "You aren't hearing things. There is a tiny guy trapped in my ass currently." He paused as he turned to face Danny. He sat down, muffling the voice of the tiny guy trapped in his ass. "The guy owed me quite a large amount of money. He tried to skip town to avoid paying me back. That was a wrong move." He paused again. "I caught him and shrunk him. I kept him in a tiny cage in my bedroom for a good while. Then I decided to have a little fun with him. I stuffed him in my butt hole and kept him there since last night." Tracey added and laughed.

"His squirming has been quite enjoyable down there. But last night he didn't move much. I think my farts made him pass out several time." Tracy laughed at these own words thinking about the torture the tiny guy was experiencing in his ass since last night and half of the day.

"Are you going to let him out?" Danny asked still in shock at hearing about the fate of someone who owed his client money.

"Eventually yes. But for now, I think I want to enjoy his squirming for a while." Tracy added. "Now get back to my massage, boy, or do you want to be the next guy I stuff in my ass for fun." He added as he laid back down for service.

Danny didn't want that to be his fate. He continued to massage and worship his new master's feet. He now saw why he would be assigned to this client for a long time. He didn't know how, but he was now mentally bound to his client as his foot slave. This client had become his first ever foot master. He couldn't resist the urge to serve Tracy.

Tim had borrowed too much money from the loan shark that there was no way to pay him back all of it. He had tried to skip town before being noticed, but that didn't work. He thought Tracy was going to kill him, but he did worse. Being shrunken down to a tiny size was bad enough existence. Tracy told him that since he wasn't intending to pay him back, he would forever be Tracy's toy and plaything.

Tim found himself in the worst position he could ever be in the previous night. Tracy stuffed him in his ass and put his underwear back, keeping him trapped there. The nearly constant farts as Tracy slept was torture beyond imagination. He kept passing out. It was worse when Tracy went to the gym the following morning. The gym sweat made his predicament quite slippery. He slips further into Tracy's ass. Now the only part not submerged was his shoulders and head. He screamed loud enough for another person to hear his pleas, but it looked like he was truly trapped in Tracy's ass with no way out until Tracy decided to release him. All the struggling and squirming he did only amused the one holding him captive in his ass.

Tracy could feel Tim was deep in his hole. He rather enjoyed keeping him there. He just hoped he didn't go completely in or his tiny prisoner would be stuck for a very long time. That thought put a smile on his face.

Note: Below is the link to the first part of Tracy the Loan shark.