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"You're always taking my stuff," Noah complained to his brother, Leo, as he rummaged through the messy drawer.

"What? It's just a pair of socks," Leo shrugged, tossing the socks in question over his shoulder.

"They're not just socks," Noah said, his voice taking on a rare seriousness. "They're the ones mom knitted for me. And now, they're gone."

Leo's eyes widened. "Whoa, chill. I'll grab you a new pair from the laundry basket."

Their mother's socks had always been a point of contention between them. Hand-knitted with love, they were as much a symbol of her care as they were a practical necessity. Noah had a collection of them, each with a unique pattern that told a story of their mother's mood when she created them. He cherished every stitch, every imperfection that made them one-of-a-kind.

But Leo saw them as just socks. Functional, replaceable. He didn't understand the connection Noah had with them, the way each pair felt like a warm hug from their mother who was no longer with them.

"You know what," Noah said, his voice tightening. "I've had enough of this. You're going to learn the value of things."

Leo chuckled, thinking his brother was joking again. But Noah's expression was unyielding. He had been holding onto a peculiar app on his phone for months now, something a mate of his has been working on. He used it to zap a pair of "regular" socks.

"Take these," Noah said, handing Leo the oddly knitted socks. "Put them on."

Leo, ever the daredevil, didn't think twice. He slipped them over his ankles, feeling the warmth spread up his legs. And then, everything changed. His vision blurred, and suddenly he could hear every heartbeat in the house, smell every scent, feel every fabric with a new intensity. His laughter faded into confusion as he looked down at his legs, which now ended in a pair of... regular ankle socks?

"I transformed you into what you truly appreciate," Noah said, his voice cold. "Now, you're just a pair of socks."

Leo looked around wildly, trying to understand what had happened. But all he could see was the world from a sock's perspective, the floor stretching out like an infinite desert, the smells of the house a cacophony of memories and new terrors. He was no longer a person; he was a piece of clothing, subject to the whims of the world.

"No, no, no!" Leo screamed, but no sound came out. Panic set in as he realized the gravity of the situation. He was trapped, unable to communicate, unable to move, unable to do anything but experience the world in a heightened state.

Noah picked him up, examining him closely. "Looks like it worked," he murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and curiosity. Leo tried to struggle, but his sock body remained limp in Noah's hand. He felt his brother's fingers trace the intricate patterns of his new form, the tactile sensation sending shivers up his...legs? He wasn't sure what to call them now.

"Time to give you hell," Noah said, his voice echoing through the vast cavern of the room. He dropped Leo onto the floor, and the impact was jarring, sending a wave of panic through his...cottony self? The sensation of gravity was different, heavier somehow. He could feel the floorboards' roughness, the fibers of the carpet digging into his non-existent flesh.

Leo lay there, trembling, as Noah stomped away to his bedroom. He didn't know what was coming next, but he knew it wouldn't be good. The house was eerily quiet, and all Leo could hear was the thump of his brother's footsteps receding and the muffled sound of his own heart beating in his...socks. The fabric felt tight around him, constraining him in a way that was both terrifying and oddly comforting.

The door slammed shut, and Leo felt a rush of cool air as Noah returned, his footsteps heavy. He could smell the faint scent of sweat and grass from outside, and his heart raced as the world grew louder, closer, as Noah approached. The floor was cold under him, a stark contrast to the warmth of the socks. He tried to scream, to beg for mercy, but all that came out was a muffled sound that no human ear could detect.

Noah towered over him, his face twisted into a smug smile. He bent down and picked Leo up with two fingers, holding him up to his face. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet room. Leo could see the pores on Noah's nose, the stray hairs curling at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to punch him, to yell, but instead, he just felt... tiny.

With a snicker, Noah slipped his foot into his sneaker, and Leo felt a cold dread wash over him. The shoe smelled faintly of sweat and dirty socks, and as his brother's foot descended, he realized what was about to happen. He was going to be worn. He was going to be stepped on, squished, and stinky, all because he didn't appreciate a simple pair of socks.

Noah sat on the nearby chair, removed his old dsmp worn out socks and slipped on his brother and chuckled darkly at what he had done to Leo. He then proceeds to put his sneakers on.

The shoe engulfed him, and he was plunged into darkness. The fabric of the sock stretched and contorted around his form, molding him to the shape of Noah's foot. It was a tight fit, and the sensation was claustrophobic, a stark contrast to the openness of the floor. He could feel the heat and weight of Noah's foot pressing down on him, and he was forced to endure every contour and callus.

Days passed, and the socks grew grimier, the fabric wearing thin with each step Noah took. The heightened senses that had once been a terrifying novelty now became a prison, trapping Leo in a world of unending sensation. He felt every pebble on the sidewalk, every thread of dirt that clung to the floor, every drop of moisture that seeped in. His existence was one of constant discomfort, the only solace the occasional moments of stillness when Noah took the socks off to shower, but he never took him off any other time.

Leo's thoughts swirled with anger, regret, and fear. He had never appreciated the socks, but he had never wanted to be socks. He missed his life, his friends, the freedom to move and speak. The warmth of the socks was a constant reminder of the humanity he had lost, the softness taunting him with a gentle touch that could never be reciprocated.

The morning light streamed through the kitchen windows, and the sound of their mother's favorite mug clinking against the counter brought a pang of longing to Leo's non-existent heart. Noah's heavy footsteps approached, and he braced himself for the daily ritual of being taken off and discarded. The sensation of being peeled away from the sweaty, grimy shoe was almost painful, a reminder of his new form's fragility.

With a flick of his wrist, Noah sent him flying through the air, landing unceremoniously in the trash can. The world was a blur of shadows and stench, and then, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Leo made out the shapes of the items surrounding him. His stomach churned as he realized he was nestled among crumpled tissues, half-eaten food, and the crinkled remains of multiple used condoms. The smell was overwhelming, a cacophony of bodily fluids and decay that made his heightened olfactory senses recoil.

Leo realises this is the end of the line for him. Noah discarded him like regular socks. Noah meanwhile went outside to enjoy breakfast their mother prepared. Oh she knew what happened to Leo, in fact she thought it a fitting punishment. Leo lay there in the trash, his life is over.

// I used AI to help write this. I gave it prompts and what I wanted to happen and it filled it in. Some parts I manually typed. Its just easier. \\

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Some twat really started on me huh? Well I have always wanted some really cool nice sneakers, and VANS are really cool. So that twat became these high top VANS I'm now wearing! Gonna pick on me your gonna get TFed! 😈😈😈😈

I can't even begin to imagine how his new life is wrapped round my feet. I'm already wearing really dirty socks as well who were once another guy who tried to start on me. One of the socks recently developed a hole making his TF permanent! Not that I was gonna turn that twat back anyway. 😈😈😈😈

It must be such a rancid experience for the insole face of the sneakers, having those filthy dirty socks pressed into his insole face! I have such a massive hard on just thinking about his new life in his own personal hell! 😈😈😈😈

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If it were possible I'd love to be a fleshlight for a few weeks for some hunky musky sweaty guy.

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"Fuck you losers! Not so big anymore are ya fucks!"

Noah had enough of his big brothers picking on him all the time, so he decided to take care of them. He turned them into a sock each, Reece on the right foot, Vince on the left foot!

"Look at you cunts! Already leaving damp footprints on the floor! Already had your husbands lick loads of those up before turning them into these pair of white Nikes, gonna wear em losers everyday with you both on as well, all four of you in permanent purgatory! Oh by the way you two gonna be my cumrags as well, and don't forget I have that hyperspermia condition gonna literally drench you two and your husbands in pints of cum every time I rub one out!

Noah puts his brothers husbands on and heads out for a run.

Reece is in such pain and has a genuine fear of feet. He finds feet beyond vile and terrifying. He can't believe this is his life now, and also feels terrible for his husband Luke.

Vince the other sock is also in extreme pain, each type pure agony. Like someone is jumping off a trampoline onto his balls non stop. He also is scared for his husband Kurt, but both Vince and Reece have to accept this is their dark future now.

Noah meanwhile has had a constant hard on since he turned them all into these things. Noah os very happy to be the only child in his family now.

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"There's almost nothing better than turning a guys boyfriend into shoes and his brother into socks and making him huff them both, immediately deciding he doesn't want either of them back. The betrayal his boyfriend must be feeling at his boyfriend huffing his insole form, and the disbelief his brother is feeling right now"

Noah laughed and enjoyed the guy huffing his boyfriend and brother a lot, totally addicted to what Noah did to his boyfriend and brother.

"Thats it, keep huffing your ex and your brother that's it. Good foot whore"

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"Always wanted a classic BMW like this, but they not easy to find these days. Also the past couple weeks my brother has been so fucking annoying! Taking my clothes, borrowing my money ane not paying me back. So today I decided to take care of him AND get what I want.

I used my TF device on my brother Jake and turned him into this red classic BMW E30 soft top, and he is so comfortable to sit in. I made sure his "face" is the the leather drivers seat, so when I fart I fart in his face and all he can do is huff on my gas all the time.

And I remember he once told me he hates cars, hates the way they look, feel, hates how they smell. Well now he is one and will be forever. Well until the day he is taken to the car dump and torn apart and recycled for spare parts.

Well gonna go take it out for a spin."

Noah hops in his new BMW and drives off. His brother meanwhile feels humiliated and in such pain! Is legs and arms are now wheels being burned hard on the tarmac roads, his rubber wheels burning on his rubber. Plus he has to huff his brothers gas who is already farting like crazy. Noah is in heaven. Jake is in car hell!

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"Yeah thats it, enjoy me rubbing your boyfriend all over your face and in your mouth. He was so annoying! I had to turn him into something useful. Can't believe you are addicted to him like this and actually don't want him back, you're such a sock whore you don't even care he was gonna propose to you!"

He chuckled and kept rubbing his boyfriend all over his face.

"Gonna be using him as cumrags you know? He gonna get so crusty and rancid over the next year before I toss him in my fireplace at home. Then your gonna take his place you loser!"

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Hudson laughed looking at the two guys who thought they were meeting up for a good shoe sniff and lick session. But it wasn't long after they met up with Hudson that they realised what was gonna happen.

"You boys gonna be the newest addition to my trainer collection"

And just like that he zapped them both with his TF phone app and BAM! Both were turned into a pair of trainers each.

Hudson made sure to wear them both throughly. Taking turns using them each day, really imprinting his foot on their face insoles, constantly getting damp, sweaty and their insoles molding round his big sweaty feet.

It was about a year later when Hudson sold both pairs off to a fan on Instagram, and damn the fan really used them, even blasted many loads in the insoles and wore them regularly.

I would tell you the names of the two guys but if Hudson can't remember, neither can I! 😈😈😈😈

Search hudson.sbr on Instagram for some hot trainers/socks content!

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Genuinely no idea how people post porn and naked pics on here. Every time I did it It got takem down. It happened so much on my last account I was permanently banned from being able to change the profile picture and header, so made this new one and decided I just won't post anything with anything naked.

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You had no idea when you stole that car that you would be facing Phoenix Wright and his form of justice!

You were sentenced to permanent imprisonment as Phoenix Wrights brand new pink tie as part of his suit. The sentence was carried out immediately in front of your family and friends and Phoenix immediately took of his old tie and put you on.

"Damn you feel really good on me. I would say don't do crime again when your released, but as you well know this is a permanent sentence. I won't be talking to you anymore, its weird to talk to clothes"

You felt him tie you around his neck and put on your securely. And you immediately learn Phoenix's neck sweats a lot as your pink fabric form starts getting wet already. Your brothers and dad were all gooning their cocks to this by the way, loving that your like this forever. All of them came at the same time and then left without the slightest care about you.

Many cases, multiple months, a couple years had past and Phoenix kept wearing you. You were never washed, you always felt so rank and nasty. Until this new case he sentenced a new guy to be a new tie. Phoenix takes you off and throws you into the nearby fireplace in the courtroom and you imagine burn up in impossible to describe pain. Your alive long enough to see Phoenix put on the new sentenced guy turned into a new pink tie. Then you are gone, just ash in the fireplace.

Phoenix enjoys some time to himself enjoying his new tie. He had already forgot you were even a thing he owned.

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Just imagine being turned into a jockstrap and worn for years without being washed! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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"There ya go. You wanted to leave me for another man huh. Well unfortunately for you its me who dumps guys, not the other way round. So you get to be my jockstrap for the rest of your crap life. By the way I'm never ever gonna wash ya"

Noah laughed ane pulled his jeans up and went out in the hot sun all day working up a huge sweat. His ex boyfriend firmly supporting his huge sweating ballsack and 12 and a half inch musky unwashed cock, a cock that a tip covered in smegma. Something his ex is now getting fully acquainted with.

His ex whos name is lost to Noah and the writer. Couldn't give a toss about that loser! Anyway he is in a living nightmare. He hated Noahs musky unwashed junk so much, he rarely washed it. He was with Noah a couple years and in all that time Noah washed his junk about 4 times. Noah loves his junk being rancid for when he needs to punish someone by being his newest jockstrap. He never thought his ex would be s jockstrap one day, but thats what happens when you try to wiggle out of a relationship with Noah.

2 WEEKS LATER

It had been a couple weeks and Noah had already banged his ex new boyfriend who he had told Noah about. Then Noah turned him into a pizza and enjoyed it very much.

By now Noahs ex had become so rancid and vile, disgusting, puke inducing level of disgusting. Noah took his ex off and laughed at his state.

"Fuck me your so disgusting. Well off you pop"

Noah picks up his ex and drops him in the trash compactor and presses the on button. Noahs ex is finished. Being crushed was absolute torture. Noah slips on a new jockstrap, his exs' dad. The cycle continues. 😈😈😈😈😈😈

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It was just a typical Saturday evening and George decided to go down to the football club to see his favourite team practice.

Once he had git there he noticed a new player he hadn't seen before. He quickly learned he's called Vincent, a really really good 19 year old player they just paid a lot to get. George immediately is very attracted to him, so since he has a VIP pass he decides to go to the locker room to meet this Vincent.

George gets in there and its empty.

"H-Hello?"

George looks round and sees what must be Vincents football shoes. Nice blue ones. George picks them up and can immediately smell a really rancid smell. He puts his nose to one of the insides and sniffs. He immediately drops both shoes and a bit of vomit comes up and lands on the shoes.

"Fucking hell, that smells like a hundred years of rotten feet"

At that moment Vincent entered.

Vincent: "Yo! What you doing!? You've ruined my lucky shoes!"

"Oh I think you ruined them a long time ago, they are so rank I puked!"

Vincent smirks and walks over

Vincent: "Well too bad your in for it now. Get used to that smell"

Vincents eyes kinda glow a emerald green colour.

George suddenly feels something wrong with himself. He tries to speak but.. his mouth is gone! He immediately starts to panic a lot and tries to run but then. He immediately falls to thr ground but he is gone. Well not gone, but changed.

Vincent walks over and picks up two brand new football shoes, red ones and puts them on.

"Fuck your so comfortable!"

Vincent says.

"Get used to this because this is your new existence, to enjoy my rancid vile puke inducing feet"

Vincent laughed and went back to football practice.

Now trapped as football shoes George is in full on meltdown panic attack! Mentally screaming for help! The smell is soooo bad, not to mention Vincent made Georges senses a million percent stronger!

2 YEARS LATER

It had been around 24 months since Georges life changed forever, and he is still in as much horror as he was the first day. In fact evsn more because he has no only been worn completely out by now, he has been filled with cum from Vincent and Vincents mates. Been worn by different guys, but worst of all. Vincent occasionally shits in the shoes yo really give George a "treat" as Vincent once said.

"Well I guess this is the end of you're usee to me"

Suddenly the shoes are dropped into a trash can.

George realises where he is. Finally death will come. He'll be taken away and destroyed at a recycling centre.

Then suddenly he was picked up? Some guy picked him up? No way! It's his boyfriend he was gonna propose to 2 years ago! Isaac puts his boyfriend on! And now he belongs to his boyfriend, well ex boyfriend as he married someone last month. Georges hell is continuing.

PERMANENTLY!!! 😈😈😈😈

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It was just another regular college day for Jake. Well that changed and fast! A new guy arrived and was put in Jakes dormitory and what a looker this new guy is.

He even had an awesome electric guitar with him and damn he played it really well, on a professional level. The next morning when the new guy who's name is Noah left the dorm. Jake picks up his guitar despite him telling Jake never to touch it.

Jake plays it but somehow cause the guitar to explode and he basically destroyed it. At this point Noah hot back and catches Jake red handed.

Noah: "THE FUCK!!! YOU BROKE IT!!!"

Jake panics "Sorry dude!!! I'll pay for new one, here's a couple hundred dollars!"

Jake frantically tosses him his money but he doesn't want it.

Noah: "Couple hundred dollars??? Really??? This guitar cost me a few thousand dollars! And now. Now. Now your gonna pay the ultimate price"

Noah took his phone out of his pocket and loaded up an app he made himself and presses some buttons

"Look, I can help buy you a new..."

Before Jake can finish talking FLASH!!!

Noah chuckled and in Jakes place is a brand spanking new black electric guitar. Noah picks it up and sits down and plugs it in and blasts out a tune.

Noah: "You sound really good, erm... sorry I forgot your name"

Noah blasts out tunes for a couple hours on Jake. And for Jake it's extremely painful. Each pluck of the strings is unimaginable pain, un-describable pain. It just hurts so much!

Noah: "Definitely a keeper. Gonna blast so many tunes with ya and no one will ever know what happened to that loser guy erm... Jeremy was it? No... hmm... ah well fuck if I care"

Noah laughed and continued blasting tunes on Jake.

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"My brother wrecked my old motorcycle and couldn't pay me for a new one, so I decided to get payment another way"

Noah sat on his new motorcycle aka his brothers face and farted hard, a deep wet fart.

"This BSA Gold Star in black IS my brother. I decided his punishment is to be my replacement bike.

Noah laughed again and let rip after frankly diabolical fart into his brothers so called face.

"Was only gonna be for a couple weeks but he's so much more useful like this. Its been over a year now, just look how good condition its still in"

Jake had never experienced such a horrible thing. Being a motorbike was one thing. But having to almost constantly inhale his brothers ass gas was beyond the worst thing ever. The smell is like what he imagines the inside of a horses ass smells like but a million times worse. Every second is pure torture and Noah loves it.

"I deleted his original human form from my TF device yesterday, I imagine Jake was furious when I told him"

Noah laughed again and farted again and again as he drives off on his amazing awesome motorcycle. Life is gooooooooood.

Well. Unless you're Jake that is! 😈😈😈😈