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Too tired to think of anything informative or clever.
So, simply, here are a few photos of my old Reeboks and one with my husband's Nikes. Enjoy.
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For years these Ridgemont boots have been my go-to for hiking.
Strong, rugged and very capable, unfortunately, even these boots were unable to avoid natural degradation driven by time.
These boots joined my husband and I one final time for a hike on Phoenix's North Mountain today. It included a lot of climbing and uneven terrains.
Despite the wear, they handled it well. And will remain in my collection, now focused on yard work instead of the trails.
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Tyler had squirmed in his little brother's ass. Try as he might, there was no getting out on his own. "Hey, Tom, let me out, please. I can't take it anymore!" He screamed. Suddenly, they was another sound coming beneath him. He knew exactly what was coming. A massive fart erupted around him, releasing a foul stench. Tom had shrunk him and was using him like a living butt plug while he played his video game.
Tom had won a wrestling competition with his older brother Tyler. The loser had to be a living butt plug for the winner for as long as he wanted. Tyler had boasted that he was better because he was older. Tom proved him wrong and now had him stuck in his ass surrounded by his butt cheeks. He could feel his big brother squirming after that last fart. It smelled foul to him as well. He couldn't imagine how much worse it was for Tyler.
"Keep trying to get out. It will only entrenches you deeper and makes me fart even more." Tom laughed as the squirming continued. He could feel his older brother sink a little more into his hole. "Be careful that you don't fall in, I might not be able to retrieve you." He laughed again and went back to focus on his game.
Tyler felt himself sink further into Tom's hole. Now, only his shoulders and head was not sunken in. He stopped squirming, fearing that he might completely be sucked in entirely. Another fart released with an even stronger stench than before. It made him pass out from how bad it was.
Tom plugged up his nose. "That was really nasty." He said to himself. He felt Tyler stopped moving. "You must have passed out with that one. But I am still not taking you out. In fact, I will sleep with you in there. Just don't get sucked in while I sleep." Tom laughed at Tyler's fate while he continued to game
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Hi, I love your stories and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here. deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Handsome-men-in-socks-1097214222 deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Guy-in-white-socks-1103419665 deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/handsome-man-in-white-socks-1090772640
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On a long car journey you need a licking slave
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Request Part 2
Hi, I love your stories and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here.
deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Guy-in-white-socks-1103419665
Henry noticed his boyfriend of five years had been sort of silent the last few days. He didn't talk much with him at all. He was almost giving him the silent treatment. He wondered what could be bothering him.
"What's the matter, Leo? You haven't been yourself recently." Henry asked him, hoping for some answer other than a few words.
"Really, like you don't know?" Leo paused showing some frustration over the question. "So, you really are going to pretend that something didn't happen?" He added, pulling out his phone.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Henry quickly responded back curious as to what Leo was referencing. Leo pulled up a video on his phone and showed it to him. It was one of himself kissing another guy at the club several days ago. He recognized the guy as one of his ex-boyfriends. He then remembered that he had gotten really drunk that night and was making out with his ex before he realized it.
"This was sent to me by one of my friends on the night that you said you was working late at the office." Leo spoke, waiting for some kind of explanation.
"After work late, one of my coworkers invited me out to the club for some late-night fun. So, I was working late as I said." Henry paused his explanation. "I sort of ran into my ex and was really drunk after several drinks. I didn't know what I was doing till it was too late. I am really sorry, babe." He apologized to Leo.
"You should have come home instead of going out to the club. I am still upset regardless of how you end up kissing him." Leo wasn't accepting his apology.
"I really am sorry, babe. Forgive me." Henry spoke, noticing that Leo still wasn't accepting the apology. "Please, tell me how I can make it up to you. Anything." He added, basically pleading for his boyfriend to forgive him.
"Anything?" Leo asked him back.
"Yes, anything at all, just name it." Henry reiterated how sorry he was about the passionate kiss with his ex on a drunk night.
"There is one way to make it up to me. The only way actually." Leo opened up his TF Pro app. "Be my socks for a week and all is forgiven." He added as he put the setting in the app.
"But you promised never to use that app on me." Henry begged, realizing what would happen to him if he was turned into socks. He had smelled Leo shoes before, and it wasn't pleasant. "Maybe something else, baby?" He asked
"It's this or nothing." Leo quickly responded with a serious look on his face.
"Okay, one week." He reluctantly agreed as Leo hit the flash option. In an instant, he was quickly turned into a pair of socks. He felt himself being handled in Leo's hands. Next thing he knew he was fitted on to his boyfriend's feet.
"You feel really good as socks, babe. It will be only for a week though." Leo paused. "Gym time is going to be so much fun." He added and laughed.
Henry spent the rest of the day and night on Leo's feet and was hating it. Being walked on was so painful. It felt like every nerve ending was on fire. Being worn was even worse than he had imagined it would be like. Not to mention that his boyfriend's feet had a little odor on them. He was up close and personal with it.
The next morning, Leo removed Henry from his feet to bath but was put back on for going to the gym. He chose his favorite gym shoes to wear. He sniffed them and the odor strong and repugnant. The thought of Henry trapped in there for the next two hours made up for him having that passionate kiss with his ex. He finished getting ready and headed out to the gym.
Henry thought he was transported to hell. The odor was so strong, if he had nostrils, they were flair up like crazy. The insoles were so worn out that it hurt being crushed up against them. Combined that with the foot odor made it an unbearable prison to him. It wasn't until thirty minutes later that he realized it would be far worse. As Leo began an intense workout, his feet began to sweat. He was literally absorbing all that sweat. He was soon soaked in sweat and musk. He couldn't wait till the week was finally over.
ONE WEEK LATER.....
Leo hit the flash option and saw Henry reformed back into human form again. "How was it like being my socks for a week?" He asked him.
"Horrible. I don't ever want to go through with it ever again. You wore me every day and your gym shoes reek so bad. But at least you have forgiven me now." Henry spoke, feeling relieved his nightmare was finally over. He saw Leo smiling about something.
"Actually, it's not. You will be my socks several times out of the week for the next five years. Then you will be forgiven." Leo spoke ask he hit the flash option on his phone again. He placed the socks back on his feet. "I really do enjoy wearing you on my feet, babe." He spoke as he focused back on the tv show he was watching.
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"that's it Boy, down where you belong, with my socked feet on your back. Wait until we get to the hotel, I'm going to fuck your mouth and cunt so hard."
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Hi, I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here.
deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Handsome-men-in-socks-1097214222
Tayon woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and ready to start his day. He remembered the previous night at the club and how he came home with a special pair of socks and underwear. Two of the guys told him their names, but the third didn't. The last one he found rather rude, so it didn't matter if he knew his name or not. As for the other two, he had completely forgotten their names. Honestly, he didn't care if he remembered them. They were just socks to be worn on his feet anyway.
After bathing, he put on his socks and underwear. He stood in the mirror, admiring how he looked. He saw himself as incredibly handsome, but he looked even better in his new underwear and socks. They felt so good on his body. The socks had the right amount of thickness to support his feet which was a bonus. His underwear was tight around his waist, but yet comfortable enough for him to breath. He rubbed the crotch area of the underwear. He knew exactly where he had placed the guy's face at. For being so rude to him, the crotch area will all he gets to see for the rest of his life. That thought put a smile on his face.
Blake was mentally screaming for mercy being wrapped around the guy's foot. Whatever spell he put on him had worn off. Being a sock on a foot was not something he wanted to be. He couldn't move or speak. He was completely immobilized on Tayon's foot. Any motion would be caused by the motion of his owner's foot. He hated that fact. Being stood and walked on was extremely painful. He had never felt such pain before. It felt like huge boulder crushing him without killing him. It was a miserable existence.
Jason was constantly cursing the guy even though Tayon could not hear a single mental thought. He thought it was cruel of him to turn others into just objects for him to wear on his body. He heard about Blake and that he was s sock just like him. All the anger he had made him forget about the crushing pain he was under at the mercy of Tayon's foot. If he could somehow regain his humanity, he would so destroy this guy, he thought. But he was powerless as he was just being worn on foot without a care from the owner who was wearing him.
Alex didn't know how he should feel at the moment. He really should feel disgusted with the guy, but partly he wasn't. He rather found the guy's dick hot. Being so close to it was kind of enjoyable. He thought of a worse fate than being the guy's underwear and it was being stuck on his feet like his friends are. The guy really did look attractive to him, so being stuck as underwear for an attractive guy wasn't too bad so far.
Tayon finished getting ready for his day and went into work at the law firm. Majority of the day, he was usually sitting at his desk going over case information to be ready for court in about two weeks. He would sometimes think about his socks and underwear. All three were former human beings who now exists as his articles of clothing. He honestly wasn't out at the club to find guys to turn into objects, but they were just too tempting not to do it. Now, it really didn't matter their fate. He was liking his new socks and underwear.
Alex found himself enjoying his situation over the course of several hours while Tayon was at work. He finally knew the guy's name after hearing his coworkers and friends chatting with him. It felt somewhat degrading to hear him talk with others at work as though nothing strange was going on. Tayon was literally wearing another person as his underwear and was acting as though he was wearing normal underwear. But it also showed how much Tayon saw him as nothing but property he owned. Even the little bit of musk and odor didn't bother him. He simply absorbed all of it to keep him dry and smelling fresh. His initial anger against Tayon subsided and he found himself wanting to serve the guy who turned him into underwear without his consent.
Jason thought being socks couldn't get worse. He found himself to be so wrong. The dress shoes that Tayon wore to work smelled so horrible. The odor had completely saturated every surface on the inside of the shoe. The Insole smelled the worse. He could feel the indentions of the insole caused by constant wear on his feet. The toe wiggling was even more torture. It was like Tayon was constantly showing him who was the object and who was the owner. He could barely hear the conversations going on up above him. He wanted to call out for help to others to rescue him from Tayon's feet, but he lacks the ability to do so.
Blake wanted to get far away from the odor he was trapped in. The shoe was like being trapped in a smelly prison with no way out. The insole he was pressed up against smelled worse than the rest of the shoe. He mentally pleaded for some release from the odor. He couldn't even squirm to show his discomfort about being socks. He was forced to absorb all his foot sweat and odor off his foot. This new existence was a complete nightmare.
Tayon returned home later on that night from the office and took off his shoes. He sniffed just one of them and turned up his nose. "That smells bad. Good thing I wasn't trapped in that." He commented about his shoe and then smiled. The thought entered his mind that two former humans were trapped in there all day while he was just working and chilling with his coworkers. He pulled off his socks and smelled them. They reeked of his foot odor, but was amazed at how dry his feet were. "You two truly are the best socks I ever had." He spoke to them. He checked around his waist and discovered the same thing. His matching socks and underwear were just perfect. There was no way he could let them go now. He had to keep them as his property. In fact, he thought he should collect more matching socks and underwear. "I can always use more human transformed socks and underwear." he spoke to his socks.
Blake and Jason mentally cried for mercy, knowing they were powerless to change their fate. Alex was in bliss as he loved being around Tayon waist and up close to this cock. He actually enjoying his new life as Tayon's underwear.
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