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Rick always loved when guys go crazy for his feet. He doesn't mind adding to his sock collection. Pathetic loser makes good socks as always.

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Sam made sure his former boyfriend Greg regretted leaving him for another guy. At least the two were still together while having a very comfortable pair of socks.

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I wished I could release stress from my exams but being changed into some scaly stoner joint wasn’t part of the plan.. the more he smoke me, the more I feel myself forgetting stuff as it is passed to him

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Venny was so stressed from the last two exams of his junior year of college. He still had three more to go. He tried playing video games, but that didn't help much. Even a long walk didn't help. He was concerned about the next three final exams he had to take. The first two had his brain feeling like mush. On his way back to his dorm room, he stopped on the side of a wall and sat down with his head cupped down in his hands. All the studying he did for the first two final exams, he felt was inadequate. That brought on the stress of the next three exams.

"You look worried, I can tell."

Venny looks up to see a stranger talking to him. He was wondering why this guy started talking to him at first. "Is it that obvious?" He still wondered why the stranger just didn't keep moving.

"Yeah, what's got you so bummed down?" Jason asked him as he stood next to him.

"Finals. They are so tough. I wonder if I will pass them." Venny found himself telling a total stranger what issue was. "Nothing relieves the stress, absolutely nothing." He added.

Jason smiled. "I think I know what will help with your stress, if you are willing." He added as he opened up his phone app.

Venny was interested. He wanted any sort of stress relief at this point. "Tell me." He stood up, wanting to know what the stranger would be offering.

"Just hold still. All I need is one quick picture of you." Jason paused. "I know it sounds strange, but you will see." He added as he pointed his phone camera at him. He saw Venny nod his consent. He hit the flash option.

Venny suddenly found himself unable to move when he saw the flash. His body felt rolled up and small. He didn't know what was going on. "What happened to me?" He tried to say, but no words came out. He no means to vocalize anything, not even a scream.

"Nice. I wonder how high you will get me, or how smart." Jason smirked. "Oh well, it doesn't matter which. You're mine now to smoke away." He laughed a little as he picked up the joint off the ground and held it to a lighter to light it up.

"NOOOOOOOOO! CHANGE ME BACK!" Venny mentally screamed, but yet no words came out. He didn't want to be some stranger's joint to smoke. He was powerless to stop the stranger as he felt the fire on his new body. "PLEASE STOP, DON'T DO THIS!" He continued, but the stranger didn't hear him as he was put on his lips. He could feel his breath taking him in and puffing.

Jason did one puff and knowledge started to flow into his mind while getting him high at the same time. He took another puff. He started knowing things he never knew before. It was a totally new experience for him.

"Dang, I should get some more human transformed joints. You guys are wonderful to smoke." Jason took another puff as the joint began to wither away as more fire began to burn it down slowly.

Venny started to feel dumb as stuff he used to remember, he totally forgotten. He felt his body getting shorter and shorter with each puff the stranger took. I wished I could release stress from my exams but being changed into some scaly stoner joint wasn’t part of the plan.. the more he smoke me, the more I feel myself forgetting stuff as it is passed to him. He couldn't fight what was happening.

Jason took the last puff as there was very little left on the special joint. "Oh, all gone now." He smirked as he dropped the used up joint on the ground.

Venny felt extremely dumb. He could barely remember basic math by now. He felt something hard step on him and grind him into the concrete. Completely crushed with no one even knowing what happened to him.

Jason removed his shoe to see the former joint was completely destroyed. He shrugged his shoulders and walked off without a second thought. He definitely needed to find another human transformed joint soon. That last one was a great experience for him. One he would not soon forget, despite at the expense of one stupid college guy.

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Shut up you idiot runt! You are now mine, forever and ever, now start worshiping my feet https://www.tumblr.com/guysocksfeet/803519607822548992?source=share

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Eric had been talking with Henry for about a week about worshipping his feet in person. He so wanted to meet the Dom so badly. Henry only agreed to meet if Eric truly got his attention and was worth the meeting. Sending him $75 got Henry's attention a little. When he received the text that he could finally come over he was ecstatic about what the experience would be like.

The following day, Eric drove over to Henry's house at the appointed time that was set. He knocked on his front door. He saw him open the door.

"Good, you are finally here." Henry motioned Eric to come in. As soon as the door was closed, he smirked. "On the floor, now. Lick my sneaks, boy." He ordered, waiting for his new sub to obey.

Eric was so excited to serve his master in person, that he didn't need a second to think about it. He got on his hands and knees and licked his sneakers. He continued to lick them, waiting on his master to tell him to stop.

Henry enjoyed seeing how submissive his new sub is. The last sub had decided that he didn't want to serve anymore and was taught a valuable lesson in the process. And still learning that lesson as his favorite pair of gym sneakers. He let his new sub worship and lick his sneaks for two minutes before telling him to stop.

"Follow me, boy, and stay on all fours." Henry smirked as he walked towards his bedroom. He was amused how his new sub was so obediently crawling behind him almost like a dog. He entered his bedroom and sat down in his chair. He presented one of his sneakers towards his new sub.

"Kiss the sole before removing it, boy." He gave the next command.

Eric brought the dirty sole to his face and kissed it several times before removing the sneaker. He then sniffed the sneaker and found the strong foot odor so erotic.

Henry was really amused to see his new sub sniffed his sneaker without even being told to do so. "How does it smell, boy?" He laughed looking down at his pathetic sub so willing to smell a stinky sneaker.

"Like a real man's sneaker, Sir." Eric replied as he kissed the other sneaker sole before removing it. He sniffed that one too and found it so erotic as the first one. This was everything he had ever imagined it would be.

Henry was so amused that he didn't want this sub to ever leave. He wanted to keep this one for a very long time. He knew exactly the way to keep this one with no escape. He raised his socked foot towards the sub on his knees.

"Sniff boy." Henry ordered. He watched as the sub brought his foot close to his face and began to sniff it. He saw how the sub baried his whole face and nose into his sock. He smirked.

Eric enjoyed the smelly sock even more than the stinky sneakers. He couldn't get enough of it. The thought of coming over to his master's house every day after work sounded like a good idea if his master agreed to it.

Henry took his phone and opened up the app. He put in the setting for 6" tall. He held the phone camera at his sub sniffing his socked foot and hit the flash option.

Eric noticed the sock seemed to get larger in his hands and face. Rapidly, he saw the room and his master get larger by the seconds. "What happening?" He exclaimed nervously as he let go of his master's foot.

"Oh, I decided to keep you longer." Henry laughed. "I think a tiny foot slave sounds nice," he added with a smirk.

Soon, Eric found himself at 6" tall before his now giant master. He tried to run, but a massive, socked foot quickly covered him with ease. He squirmed under the massive, socked foot, but it was no use he was trapped.

Henry applied a little pressure, but not enough to crush bones. He kept his tiny foot slave under his foot as he ignored him and played a game on his phone. He could feel the tiny squirming but was too weak to do anything to his big foot. He found it quite funny as he ignored the tiny foot slave.

To Eric, it felt like hours under the huge foot that kept him pinned to the floor but not crushing him. He only wanted to come worship his master's feet, not become a tiny under it. No matter how much he tried and squirmed, he was stuck. The odor from the sock was much more intense at his current size. He could only hope his master would remove his foot and return him to normal size soon.

Henry finally moved his foot after playing a game on his phone for almost forty-five minutes. He looked down at his tin foot slave. "I think you understand your situation now." He smirked.

"This was not the deal we agreed to." Eric paused upset over being trapped under the giant master's foot for a long while. "I was to come worship your feet for a couple of hours, not be shrunken down to size." He continued to complain.

Henry laughed at the tiny's demand to a giant foot. "Shut up, you idiot runt! You are mine now, forever and ever. Now start worshipping my feet." He laughed again as he lowered his socked foot back on top of the tiny foot slave. He heard him complain again, but it was all muffled under his foot. He thought to himself, perhaps an hour under his foot would teach him a lesson. The thought made him laugh as he opened up another game on his phone to play it. The tiny was too weak to escape from under his foot.

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"FUCKING TWAT! You really thought I wanted to be your fella?"

Lance laughed looking at his newly acquired VANS.

"How's that face feel? Made sure the insoles are your face, so my sweaty damp feet an socks mold round your face constantly! Get used to this, the change was permanent, you tosspot!"

Lance heads off for a casual 15 mile run in his VANS. He already forgot the name of the guy he changed.

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Jay kept noticed his roommate Tom starring at his feet at times when both of them were in the living room. He would try to ignore the stare, mainly. This went on for about a month, until he had to know why.

"Is something wrong with my feet?" He finally asked Tom, wondering what his reply would be.

Tom gave Jay a nervous look at first. He had hoped partly that his roommate had not noticed he would look at his feet so often, and yet he hoped he did.

"No, your feet are perfect in fact." Tom broke the silence after a few seconds. "I am sorry if it bothered you that I looked." He added, turning away from his roommate.

"Thanks, I guess." Jay paused. He was now curious. "You like feet?" He wiggled his toes to see Tom's reaction. He saw his roommate's face light up with excitement at seeing his toes wiggling. "I take your silence as a yes." He added with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry again it it's a little weird." Tom looked at Jay's feet and turned away again. He didn't want to fully admit it, but he was obsessed with his roommate's feet.

"Tell me what you are thinking now?" Jay paused, still wiggling his toes at Tom. "Don't worry, I won't judge you." He added.

Tom was feeling reluctant to say, but he decided he would be brave. "You promise you won't judge?" He saw Jay nod yes to his question. He decided to tell him. "I have been obssessed with your feet for a while." He paused, almost feeling shame for what he would say next. "I wanted to be a foot slave at your feet for a while. I was just so scared to tell you." He felt a little relieved to finally reveal his fantasy.

Jay laughed a little at what he just heard. He almost couldn't believe it. "Honestly," he asked, wanting to be sure he heard right. He saw Tom nod back. "Well, I am not that surprised, especially how you starred at my feet so much." He paused, as he thought about it. "I will let you be y foot slave on one condition." He spoke up.

"Name it, anything." Tom's face lit up with excitement.

"You have to do anything I say and be completely loyal to me say your foot master." Jay paused with a smirk on his face. "Deal?" He extended the offer.

"Deal." Tom didn't wait to think about his decision. He had been wanting this for a long time.

"Well, you know what to do. Get down to my feet and start worshipping them like a good foot boy." Jay smirked as he saw Tom didn't need a second invitation to be at his feet. His roommate immediately got on the floor at his feet without a second thought.

Tom got down at Jay's feet. He immediately put his nose between his toes, sniffing them. He loved the distinct odor coming from his feet. He would often sneak a sniff of his rank socks and sneakers when his roommate wasn't noticing or wasn't in the room. He continued to sniff, before starting to lick between each toe with his tongue. He soon licked the entire sole of both feet.

Jay was loving the foot worship. It felt good feeling his roommate's tongue going up and down the soles of his feet. The tongue between each toe was even more enjoyable. After all the foot licking, he saw Tom massaging his feet with the right amount of pressure. He was in heaven. "I should have had you as my foot boy a lot sooner if I knew this." He smirked as he laid further back on the couch. He enjoyed seeing his now foot boy down at his feet serving him. He wanted this kind of service every day now. "I hope you know what you started, because you aren't getting out of it until I say so, foot boy. You are foot boy now and no longer my roommate." He added, still with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Master Jay." Tom replied without even thinking. He was too much enjoying being controlled by his former roommate who is now his foot master.

For the next several months, Jay had his foot boy be home everytime he was home, worshipping and massaging his feet. He really enjoy game time. He would play on the system while his foot boy was down at his feet serving him. Sometimes, he used him like a footstool while he gamed and watch TV. He saw Tom never complained about being a loyal and obedient foot boy under his control. They both were enjoying the dynamic of each other's role in the apartment. He had his foot boy to do whatever he told him, and Tom had to foot master to control him every day like he fantasized about.

One day, Jay discovered the TF Pro Max App on the dark web. He downloaded it to his phone. The idea of changing a person into an object intrigued him. He wanted to try it out.

"Hey foot boy, I want to change you into a sock and see how it feels on my feet." Jay smirked down at this loyal boy being used as his personal footstool while he was relaxing.

"As you wish, Master Jay." Tom wasn't resistant to anything his master wanted. Nearly every day, he was being a footstool and sometimes a footrest under his master's desk at home. He especially love that part. Having his master's feet resting on his face while he worked on his computer was enjoyable. The entire time, he would be ignored like a footrest while Master Jay was above on his computer.

"Such a good foot boy." Jay removed his legs and feet and pointed his phone camera at Tom. He hit the flash option. Instantly, Tom was a white sock on the floor. He picked him up and put him on his foot. He wiggled his toes in his new sock. "Wow, you make a great sock too." He smiled down at his sock. He then realized he needed another sock. He couldn't just walk around on just one sock. He heard a knock on the apartment door. He went to see who it was.

Tom was in foot heaven. He was completely wrapped around his master's foot. He was so loving every second of it. He thought worshipping his foot was great, but being a sock on his owner's foot was even better. Being walked on was a little painful, but he didn't mind it as long as his master's foot was comfortable. All he wanted to do was serve his Master Jay.

Jay opened the door to see Oscar standing there. Oscar was one of Tom's friends he used to hang out with prior to becoming his foot boy.

"Is Tom here? I haven't seen him in ages. He doesn't even answer my text anymore." Oscar asked. He missed his closest friend. He had to come check on him.

Jay then had the perfect idea. He did need another sock to make it a complete pair. "He is in here. Come on in." He invited him and close the door back. He locked it and lead him to the living room. "Have a seat. I will tell him you are here." He waited for Oscar to sit down and look away from him. At the right time, he pointed the phone camera at Oscar and hit the flash option.

Oscar immediately felt strange. He couldn't move or speak. It was very disconcerting. Even his body didn't feel like it always does. He felt singular with no limbs or even a head. He felt soft and extremely flexible. He felt a hand picking him up. The next thing he felt, he thought he was dreaming. It felt like a foot was entering him. He could taste and smell of a strong odor. He wasn't fond of feet much. He tried to get away, but was powerless as he pulled up on a foot.

Jay wiggled his toes in his other sock. "Wow, human transformed socks feel great. I think I will keep you both like this for a very long time." He laughed, looking down at his new pair of socks. "At least, Tom, you won't be alone on my feet. I might even make you friend my foot boy as well." He sat down to watch TV while enjoying his new socks.

Tom was so ecstatic of the idea of serving his master's feet for a long time as a sock. It was everything he had ever imagined. Whether as a foot boy or as a sock, he didn't care. He just wanted to be close to his master's foot no matter what. He hoped that Oscar was enjoying this as much as he was. "Mmmmmm.....Master Jay's foot....... Worship......"

Oscar wanted to squirm, but he couldn't even do that. He was literally wrapped around another guy's foot without his consent. Even to hear that his best friend was also a sock made it worse. Yet, to hear that Tom was his roommate's foot boy, he was shocked. That was the reason why he had not seen him in ages. He was too busy being controlled by his roommate. The fact that Tom's roommate wanted to make him his foot boy as well, scared him. He was powerless as a sock to stop him. Not being fond of feet made this whole situation a nightmare. All he could taste was a foot. All he could smell was a foot. Being walked on was so painful that he cried with each step. He just wanted it all to end.

"Dude, change me back....I don't like feet this way......I am a person, not a sock.....Someone help me!!!!" Oscar mentally pleaded, slightly knowing no rescue will come. He was now another's guy's sock whether he liked it or not.

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Benny looked at the tiny guy on the table before his massive feet. He felt he should be a little more concerned, the tiny was a hardened criminal who was on death row. The justice department wanted to save on holding so many criminals and decided to put ones up for sale who were sentenced to death. The little guy was now his sold property to do with as he pleased. The idea of having a tiny foot slave was one of the reasons he bought him. He cost almost $700 since so many were bidding on him.

Zac looked up at the giant before him. He was accused of a crime he didn't commit. Someone who looks very similar to him has murdered several people in his neighborhood. Since eyewitnesses claimed that he did it because of face familiarity, he was the one arrested and convicted. The real murderer was still free. His lawyer tried to prove his innocence, but failed to persuade the jury. His lawyer was close to getting a retrial, but was too late. The justice department had put him up for sale as a tiny foot slave for purchase. He was shrunken down to 6" tall and sold to whoever won the bid to buy him. He thought maybe he could get his retrial through this giant.

"I am innocent. I am not guilty of what I was accused of. Maybe you can help me." Zac pleaded to the giant.

"What's your name?" Benny looked at the tiny while inching his foot towards the tiny man at his feet.

"Zac," he looked at the foot that was bigger than him. "But I am serious. You can help me get my retrial and my size back." He added.

Benny smirked. "Why would I do that? You nearly cost $700. By all rights, you belong to me now." He paused as he pushed the tiny man down with his toes. "You are no longer an inmate in prison. You are a tiny foot slave to serve my feet." He smirked at the power play he felt. He rather liked seeing the tiny man he could do whatever he wanted with. He could stuff him in is sock. He could put him in his shoe. He could put him in a tiny cage and keep him as a pet. So many ideas in his head.

"But I am a person." Zac interjected.

"Wrong, tiny foot slave or should I say foot pet." Benny lowered his socks foot on top of Zac. He applied enough pressure to keep him under but not crush him entirely. He picked up his phone and started scrolling through it while keeping his foot over his tiny foot pet. He could feel the tiny squirming under his foot. He rather enjoyed it. Every time he saw the tiny about to escape from under his foot, he would just use his socked toes to drag him back under. It was fun. He waited nearly thirty minutes before lifting his foot.

All Zac could do was squirm under the giant's foot. The sock was a little sweaty and reeked of foot odor. He would try to escape from under his torture, only to be dragged back under. He was powerless against the giant foot. No amount of strength could stand up against the giant that now played with him like a tiny pet under his foot. He saw that the giant was amused at keeping him under his foot while he relaxed.

"I think you get the picture now." Benny wiggled his toes over the tiny foot pet he just released.

"So even if I am innocent, you won't help me get my size and freedom back?" Zac offered one last plea of mercy to who was now his giant foot master.

"Even if you're really innocent, it doesn't change that I paid a lot for you. I own you now." Benny spoke, showing him that his fate would remain unchanged even if what he told him was true about his innocence. "You have two choices since I own your fate now. Be a good foot pet or make a little snack to be digested in my stomach. You chose." He smirked as he presented his socked foot towards the tiny. Either choice would satisfy him.

Zac saw he exchanged one jailor for another. He wasn't free, but at least it wasn't a death penalty yet. He got on his hands and knees and crawled to the giant foot and began to kiss the giant socked foot several times in foot worship. He didn't want to be a snack in his stomach.

Benny smiled down at his now obedient foot pet worshipping his giant foot. He pulled his foot back and removed his sock. He wanted to have a little fun with his foot pet in a special way. He picked him up and dropped him in his slightly sweaty sock. He then put his sock back on his foot. The tiny foot pet's squirming inside the sock felt strange at first, but soon became enjoyable. He then rested both feet on the table while he turned the TV on to watch a movie.

"Worship my foot while you are in there, foot pet, if you don't want to be a snack." Benny laughed as he felt tiny kisses and licks coming from inside his sock. He felt like a god to the tiny foot pet, and he wasn't going to let go of this feeling. Even if the tiny was wrongfully accused of a crime, that was no matter now. He simply was a tiny foot slave and foot pet to obey his giant foot master and nothing more.

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TOM… TOM… it's been 3 weeks already, the bet was for a few hours, make me come back. https://www.tumblr.com/guysocksfeet/814656104286109696?source=share

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Tom and his roommate Blake were fans of the WWE 2K series games. Both were competitive when it came to the game itself. Each boasting they were better than the other. Tom decided to have one definitive winner when it came to the two of them.

"Since you think you are better than me, let's make a bet out of it." Tom suggested with a smirk.

"Oh ok, I am game." Blake paused. "What's the bet?"

"Losers become the winner's socks for a few hours." Tom opened up his TF Pro Max app to show Tom that it was possible. "Unless you want to admit that I am better than you." He added.

"Prepare to have your own app turned against you," Blake set up the game system and loaded the game. "I will beat you regardless."

"Prove it." Tom said as he was selecting his character to fight with. "Talk is cheap."

Blake selected the Undertaker. When he saw Tom select Rey Mysterio, he laughed. "This is going to be super easy. Prepare to be my socks."

Tom just looked at him with a smirk on his face. He felt he didn't need to respond since his playing would do all the talking for him.

Blake was in shock that he was losing to his roommate several seconds later. He was beating the Undertaker with Rey Mysterio. Try as he might, he could not keep his character down for the three count. When he hit the finisher of the 619, it was a done deal. He could not kick out of the pin. Tom had beaten him with an underdog character.

"See, I told you." Tom pointed his phone camera at Blake and hit the flash option before Blake could protest or request another round. He watched as his roommate was reduced to a pair of white socks. He picked them up off the couch. They felt good in his hand.

Blake felt powerless in Tom's hands. He couldn't move or speak. 'At least it's only for a few hours, I can handle that.' He thought to himself.

"Now the feet test." Tom smirked as he put on his new pair of socks. He wiggled his toes in them. "Wow, you feel great on my feet." He decided he would go for a walk to break in his new socks. He walked to his room and grabbed his most comfortable pair of sneakers. He sniffed one and found it extremely toxic with his foot odor. He put them on without a second thought.

Blake thought being walked on was bad enough, but it got worse when he found himself trapped in Tom's sneakers with no escape from the foul foot odor left behind by the owner's feet. "I changed my mind, changed me back. This is torture." He mentally pleaded, but saw that Tom would not hear him one bit. He was just a pair of socks now. There was no way to voice his discomfort on his roommate's feet.

Tom got back to their place an hour and twenty minutes later. His feet were sweaty from the long walk, but never felt better. His socks brought on a level of comfort he had never felt in socks before. He began to wonder how much level of comfort his socks could really provide. He remembered it was only to be a few hours, but he hoped that Tom would not mind borrowing him for a little while longer.

Blake was in misery as he felt plastered to his owner's sweaty feet. He could taste all that foot sweat as though the whole feet were in his mouth. The musky odor of the feet combined with the sneakers felt like a stinky prison. He was relieved when Tom finally peeled him off his sweaty feet but was disappointed when Tom didn't change him back. He was tossed over the chair in his bedroom and left there. Tom didn't even speak to him. Blake began to wonder when Tom would keep his word and change him back to normal.

The next morning, Tom got up, washed and got ready to go to the gym. He grabbed his socks and put them on his feet. He put on his favorite gym sneakers. They were just as foul as the ones he wore yesterday. He didn't mind it since it wasn't his problem. His socks would have to endure the smell just like yesterday. He then went to the gym to do his normal workout.

"Not fair! It's been longer than a few hours. Change me back!" Blake pleaded to no avail. He found himself in another stinky prison, but he knew it would get worse. He knew it was time for Tom to go to the gym. It would be another sweaty time on his owner's feet. He mentally dreaded it.

Blake was right to dread it as Tom continued to work out at the gym. His owner's feet began to sweat, causing him to cling to his feet. He began to stink like the musky sweat all over his owner's feet. It began to saturate his sock bodies. He wanted it all to end and be back to normal, but he was a Tom's mercy until he was changed back. He was powerless to do anything about his situation. He hated it. This bet was only to be for a few hours, not last into the next day. He was a person, not a pair of socks.

The weeks went by as Blake was forced to be worn on Tom's feet day in and day out. Tom would only pick him to wear each and every day. He didn't even bother to wash him one bit. He reeked of the foul stench of his owner's feet. Tom never spoke one word to him, but treated him like common socks. He would go about his day, walking on him to no end. His only relief was when Tom took him off when he went to bed and to shower. Once his owner was up in the morning, he would be worn back on his owner's feet all over again. He grew to hate gym time so much.

Three weeks later, Tom noticed how quiet the place was. It was then he realized that Blake was still on his feet. He had gotten so attached to his new socks, he had not changed them back yet. He had been wearing them literally every day. They were a really comfortable pair of socks. He still has the revert data in his phone and may use it one day if he ever decides to do so. Until then, as long as his socks weren't complaining, why should he ever change them back. He laughed at that thought as he scrolled on his tablet. 'Silly me, socks can't complain, they simply are socks.'

"TOM....TOM....it's been three weeks already, the bet was for a few hours. Make me come back." Blake pleaded just like every day. And every day, Tom would not hear him. He could only hope that Tom would change him back before his mind is completely warped by his feet.

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Zane was worried about his roommate. He had not seen him in the last four days. Sam had told him he had to take care of some personal business after work. That was four days ago. He had tried calling his phone, but it would go straight to voicemail. His only option was to trace his last location. He found that his roommate had left work and went to some house. It was his only lead.

Zane knocked on the door. One guy opened the door and looked at him. "I am looking for my friend and roommate. His name is Sam. His last location reported from his phone was this address." He was hoping to get some answers at least on what might have happened to him.

"Oh, that guy. You might want to talk to my roommate Vic. A guy came to see him four days ago and never left. I feel sorry for the poor guy honestly." Kay said as he motioned for him to come in. "My roommate Vic is on the back porch. Good luck getting your friend back though. He likes to collect living objects." He added.

"What do you mean Sam never left? And why do you feel sorry for him?" Zane asked as he walked in.

"I will let Vic explain." Kay led Zane to the back porch and left to go back to his room.

"I am here for Sam. Where is he?" Zane said, looking a the guy sitting down with his feet propped up and only one sock on.

"Oh, so you are his roommate. He mentioned something about you might come looking for him." Vic said, wiggling his toes in his one sock.

"Where is Sam?" Zane demanded, since he didn't see him anywhere.

"You are looking at him now." Vic smirked.

"I am confused, where is he?" Zane asked again.

"You see this one sock on my feet, that's Sam." Vic paused. "You see he owed me, but failed to pay the full payment on time. So, I gave him a choice. He could cancel the loan entirely or pay me triple the loan in two months. He chose to cancel the loan entirely." Vic smirked. "Just that he didn't know that cancelling the loan meant he would become a sock on my foot. At least, he doesn't owe me anymore." He added.

Zane was about to call his bluff until Vic showed him the video evidence. He saw Sam being turned into a literal black sock. "Let him go." He demanded. He hated seeing Sam stuck on this guy's foot like a common sock.

"He is my lucky sock now. Good luck getting him back. He belongs to me now." Vic said with his arms folded.= and wiggling his toes in his favorite sock.

"What can I offer you to change him back?" Zane pleaded. He thought about how horrible it must be for Sam to have been on this guy's foot for the past four days.

"I will make a deal with you. Pay off the loan your friend owed me and I will change hm back." Vic paused. "Failure to pay it off means you join him as a sock on my other foot." He paused again. "Your choice." He added, while he waited for Zane to reply back........

You are Zane and you have to chose. What is your choice? You decide......

Let Sam remain forever as Vic's lucky sock and leave him there.

Take the risk of possibly being stuck just like Sam if you fail to pay back

Volunteer to be his other sock anyway so that Sam isn't alone

Voting ended onJul 1

gul-dukat89

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Clark finally saw light for what felt like he was in darkness for hours. The top of the box was removed that he had been trapped in. He wasn't sure what happened, but he last remembered being at the gym locker room. The locker room grew in size. A massive hand scoped him up and placed him in a box and sealed it shut. When the box lid was removed, he was surprised who was staring down at him. It was the employee he had fired a month ago for trying to blackmail him. He had thought he was done seeing him after evidence was shown of what he tried to do.

"Well, look at you now." William smirked. "Last time we met, you had the power. Now, it's a complete reversal." He laughed at the frightened tiny man.

"William?" Clark paused as he saw that William was giant size compared to him. He figured he must have been at most 5" tall now. He was way smaller than his size 14 foot. He was in a powerless situation. "How has it been?" He asked, hoping to garner some kind of sympathy to let him go. He remembered having police escort him out of the building and being proud of that fact.

"You should know. I have been struggling to get a really good paying job." William picked Clark out of the box and placed him on the floor in front of his giant feet. "Had you done what your master told you and things would have been different for both of us." He added.

"You know I couldn't have done it. I would have been in trouble." Clark pleaded. "Besides, I only worshipped your feet a couple of times."

"It was enough to make you my boy." William continued. "I told you what would happen if you didn't obey like a good boy. Now, you see." He smirked as he hoved his foot over Clark. He slowly lowered his foot on top with enough pressure to pin him down but not crush him. He felt the tiny figure squirming under his massive socked foot. He laughed at the futile attempt to escape from beneath it. He lifted his foot.

"I can get you rehired, okay. Just put me back to normal size." Clark begged, realizing that his fate was now in the hands of the employee he fired a month ago. He just toyed with him under his foot. He could have easily crushed him if he wanted to, completely ending his life. "Or I could give you at least $10K." He also offered, hoping for some sign of mercy.

"You don't get it, tiny slave. I said there would be consequences for not obeying your master." William paused. "You now live as a tiny slave and toy to service my giant feet. Let me show you what not obeying me will cost you this time." He smirked as he slammed his other foot on the floor next to Clark. He saw him jump with fear.

Clark felt the floor shake from the massive stomp. He realized that if he was under that foot, his bones would be crushed instantly. Even if he survived, he would be in extreme pain from broken bones.

"Now, who am I, my tiny slave?" William asked with his arms folded.

"Master William," Clark responded with fear of being crushed under his giant master's foot.

"And who are you?" William asked the next question.

"Your tiny slave and toy, Master William." Clark responded, scared to anger his now giant master who he had thought he had escaped by getting him fired.

"Now you see your fate is forever to be at my feet, my tiny toy slave." William raised his foot and lowered it slightly towards Clark. "Worship your giant master's foot, like a good little toy." He smirked with his arm folded.

Clark saw he was once again powerless, but this time on a permanent basis. William had all the control and he had none this time. There would be no escaping his master this time around. He either obeyed or saw his life end under his master's massive foot without the slightest empathy. He reached up and started kissing his master's socked foot. He also licked the sock even though it tasted nasty. He had to please his giant master if he wanted to live at least.

"Good boy." William laughed as he enjoyed seeing his former boss just a toy at his feet.

gul-dukat89

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Danny was tired of seeing his cousin Hank and his boyfriend Andy coming over to the family gathering. Hank would bring Andy to every one of their family gatherings. Some in the family was supportive of his life decisions, while others just didn't bother to pay any attention to them whatsoever. Yet, he noticed that Hank and Andy would come anyway despite a mixed family reaction to them.

Danny decided that the last family gathering would be their last appearance at one, at least to everyone else. They would still be at the family gatherings, just no one else would know about it.

Three days later, while at another cousin's house, Danny pulled Hank and Andy to the side. "I am really proud of you, Hank. You really don't hide who you are despite some of the family not wanting you here." He said with a hidden motive behind his smile.

"Thanks, cuz." Hank paused. "I know some feel disappointed, but that's their problem, not mine." He held Andy's hand tight while looking his boyfriend in the face. "I am happy with who I am and who I am with. That's all that matters to me." He added.

"That's awesome. Do you mind if I take a picture of you and your boyfriend?" Danny asked. He had the app on his phone already opened and set.

"Cool with me, Danny." Hank paused. "I am glad you aren't like some of the others around here. You really accept Andy and me." He added.

"I appreciate that as well." Andy added to the conversation as both of them stood close together with their arm around each other's shoulders.

Danny held his phone camera towards the two of them. "You two will make a fine addtion to my sock collection, a very durable addition." He said as he hit the flash option. He didnt' want to give them the opportunity to even ask what he meant about it. One flash later, there was a pair of white socks on the floor where they had once stood. He scope them up off the floor and into his pocket. He had not worn socks today because he ran out of socks to wear. They would come in perfect for that use, he thought to himself. His feet were a little sweaty in his sneakers since he didn't wear any socks. He hoped they didn't mind musky and sweaty foot odor. That thought amused him. At least they will still be together, he also thought to himself as he went to the bath room to try on his new pair of socks.

Andy found himself unable to move or speak. "Hank, what happened?! I feel strange." He said, but no words were vocalized and it seem like no one heard him. He remembered Hank's cousin mention something about his sock collection, but was unable to ask a question about it. He felt a hand picking him up with ease and being stuffed into a pocket. His body felt strange and soft, even foldable. He only hoped he wasn't what he thought he was.

Hank realize too late what had happened. He felt his body feel cotton like and soft. He had no voice and no control over movement. He knew exactly what had happened to him. He had heard of some TF app that was populer online. He just never expected to be the victim of it.

Danny took off his shoes and saw how sweaty his feet looked. He smirked down at the socks in his hands. "Hope you boys like feet. If not, you will get used to it. You belong to my feet now." He laughed in a low voice. He put both socks on his feet and put his shoes back on without a second thought. He tied his sneakers and went back out to join the rest of the family. If anyone asked about them, he would tell them he last saw them outside walking around.

Hank couldn't believe what had happened to him. He believed Danny that he accepted him. He had no idea that his first cousin would literally turn him into a sock. He could only assume that his boyfriend was also a sock. He himself had a foot fetish and like having his feet worshipped on occasion, but his boyfriend was always reluctant. This was something totally different. He was now wrapped around a foot, his cousin's sweaty and stinky foot. To make it worse, the sneaker smelled even more foul than the foot he was on. Being walked on felt like a mountain crushing him over and over without death. All of that combined made this feel like a nightmare. "Someone help us! Danny turned us into socks! Help!" He mentally begged, but saw he was powerless as no one heard him since there was no way to vocalize his thoughts and pleas for help. He could only imagine his boyfriend was feeling worse since he wasn't fond of feet at all.

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back now! Please!" Andy mentally pleaded, hoping the owner of the foot he was on would change his mind. He wanted to puke so badly. He barely touched his boyfriend's feet, let alone kiss or lick it. Now, here he was, literally on his boyfriend's cousin's foot. It was sweaty and had a musky odor. The sneaker only personified that odor even worse. Being crushed like a common sock felt so degrading and humiliating. He silently wished for death that would never come. He could hear the voices of others, but had no way to call for help. He was at the mercy of Danny's foot, and there was nothing he could do about it.

While Danny sat at the bar, he wiggled his toes in his new socks. These two boys make great socks, he thought to himself. The notion of keeping them just like this was present in his mind. He took out his phone and opened up his app. He then deleted the revert data. He thought about telling his socks that they were permanent, but who really speaks to their socks. They were just socks now, nothing more nothing less. Yet, they would be his favorite pair to wear after all. He made them super durable. They would last on his feet for many years to come. That thought amused him as he listened to the other relatives and wiggled his toes in his new socks.

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Calvin woke up groggy. He had a a gag in his mouth and duct tape wrap around his face and mouth to keep the gag in. He looked and saw that he was also tied up on the floor in front of a chair. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings. He then heard someone coming into the room. He saw it was his coworker from the office. They both were going for the same position in the office that became available.

Rick looked down at Calvin nicely tied up and gagged from last night when he brought him to his place after the company party.

"You're probably wondering why you are tied and gagged in my place." Rick paused. "I want the position, but i needed to make sure I am the only option. So you will make a great footrest for now." He added as he went to sit down on his chair. He slowly lowered his socked feet down on top of his face. He wiggled his toes on his new footrest.

Calvin could only mumble since he had a gag in his mouth. He tried to get away from the slightly stinky pair of socks, but it was no use. The foul odor was all in his nose as the sole of the sock covered his face.

"Stop moving, you're a footrest. Get used to it." Rick commanded as he adjusted his feet over Calvin's face.

Calvin remembered having a lot to drink on the previous night at the company party. He was a little intoxicated and no one wanted him to drive home under the influence. He remembered someone offered to take him home. He remembered passing out in their car. He now realized who had offered to give him a ride home. He struggled in the bindings, but they held tight. He wasn't getting free any time soon.

"Struggle all you want, footrest. You aren't going anywhere." Rick had a smirk on his face. "So be a good piece of furniture while I relax." He laughed as he continued to rest his feet on his squirming footrest.

Calvin found himself tied, gagged and forced to be used as furniture by Rick, hoping he would free him soon. He didn't want to remain a piece of furniture in his place for long.

Picture source: @jocks--in--socks

For the past three days, Calvin was bound and gagged. Rick would come home for work and they gym, Rick would come and relax on the couch wihile using him as his personal footrest. From sweaty socks to stinky socks, he was forced to smell them while he relaxed above him. Rick had promised to release him from being a footrest once they had confirmed that he had the job since the other person had missed the second interview.

Rick removed the gag from Calvin's mouth. "HR said I got the position. You failed to make the second interview." He smirked, looking down at Calvin. "Oh well, you stil have a job though." He added.

"Okay, you promised to let me go once you got the position in the office. Untie me." Calvin demanded now that he was no longer in the running for the open position on the job. "Three days of smelling you foul feet is enogh." He added.

"Yeah, about that." Rick paused. "I said I would release you, just not in the way you are expecting. You won't be a footrest anymore." He said while opening the app on his phone. He put in the setting for a pair of socks. He pointed the phone camera at Calvin. "No more footrest like I promised." He hit the flash option.

Calvin found himself unable to move or speak. At least he didn't feel the ropes anymore. Yet, he still felt powerless. He soon felt two hands pick him up. He tried to squirm, but he couldn't even though that. Every word he wanted to say were just only thoughts. He had no mean to vocalize anything.

"Your new job is to be my socks." Rick smirked as he held Calvin-turned-socks in his hands. "You feel really good. I wonder how you will feel on my feet."

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back. I had enough of your feet as your footrest. This is even worse. Please change me back!" Calvin mentally pleaded as he dreaded the next part.

Rick took off his sweaty gym socks and put on his new pair os socks. He wiggled his toes in them. He knew his feet were still a bit sweaty from the gym, but that would be Calvin's problem, not his. "Oh yeah, you feel good down there. You was a great footrest, but an even better pair of socks." He laughed as he continued to wiggle his toes in his new socks.

Calvin now could taste both pair of feet as though they were in his mouth. He could taste all the sweat that had built up on his owner's feet from his time at the gym. He could smell the strong musky odor of his feet as though it was entirely up his nose. "Enough, Enough, please change me back, Rick. This is even worse than before." He mentally pleaded, hoping Rick would change him back to normal.

Rick smirked down towards his new pair of socks. He had durabilty to the transformation so that Calvin would be his socks for many years without being damaged.

"May not have been the job you wanted, but at least you have job security on my feet." Rick laughed as he turn on the tv to watch his favorite tv show on Netflix. He wiggle his toes again in his new socks. He definitely was going to enjoy his new pair of socks.

"No fair. You have the position already. You said you would let me go once they picked you.....Let me go....Please." Calvin mentally pleaded, knowing Rick would not hear a single word. He was once again powerless as he was forced to endure his owner's feet, but this time far worse than before. He was literally being worn on his owner's feet rather than just laying on the floor beneath them. He could only hope that Rick would change his mind some day before his very own sanity is nothing but a foot slave to Rick's feet.

anon-sect

you stupid runt!! This is your life now you are just an incete idiot, now kneel down and lick my feet in socks https://www.tumblr.com/frederic-fournel/817781539965370368?source=share

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Eric came back home to find his place in a mess. Some clothes were tossed over the chairs in his living room, dishes unwashed in the kitchen sink and foul smelling sneakers just laying in his hallway. He always kept a clean and neat apartment, but that all changed when he offered a friend a place to stay temporarily while he was in between jobs.

Eric gave Ken one major responsibilty. To help keep his place clean while he stays with him. He saw that Ken was failing at that. He went to his spare bedroom and saw Ken fast asleep. The spare bedroom was even messy.

Eric gathered up all of Ken's dirty clothes from the living room and his stinky shoes from the hallway and threw them on his bed.

Ken was quicky awoken when he felt his sneakers touch his legs. "What's up, buddy." He said, sleepily.

"What's up?!" Eric said highly upset. "That's all you have to say after leaving my place in a mess!" He exclaimed.

"I was planning to clean up later on, buddy." Ken sat up on the bed.

"You always say that, and it takes days for you to do something about it." Eric paused. "I am tired of keeping my place clean all by myself when you're suppposed to help make sure it stays clean while you are here." He added as he stormed out of the bedroom, upset.

Ken laid back down, letting Eric cool off. He would clean up later. As for now, he didn't feel like doing it.

The next morning, Ken walked out to see Eric had some breakfast on the table with two cups of coffee. He saw Eric hand him one cup.

"I am sorry about yesterday." Ken paused as he sipped on the coffee. "I will do better about cleaning up my mess. It's the least since you gave me a place without paying rent." He continued as he drunk the delicious coffee. "This taste good." He added.

"It's a special blend just for you." Eric said with a slight smirk on his face. "Besides, I am off today. I thought we spend a little time together." He added.

Ken noticed that Eric was just in underwear and socks. He figured he took the day off. "That's cool then." He said as he finish down the rest of the coffee from the cup.

As Ken finished his breakfast, he felt strange. The room started to look larger than it had a few minutes earlier. It was like the room was getting larger by the seconds. He slso noticed that Eric was getting taller as well. Things were a little confusing. He saw a smirk on Eric's face as though he knew what was happening.

"It will be finished soon enough." Eric smiled back at his now shrinking house guest.

"What did you do?!" Ken asked, wanting explanation to what was going on.

"Well, I am making it easier on you and giving you a purpose at the same time." Eric paused. "Let's just say, something extra was in your coffee."

"I am shrinking!" Ken said when he realized the room and Eric didn't change. It was in fact himself who was changing in size. It wasn't long before he was looking up at a towering Eric standing above him. His feet looked massive.

"I can keep my place clean now that I have a tiny pet." Eric said as he stompe his foot down near Ken.

Ken felt the floor shake beneath him as the massive foot stomped down. "Put me back to normal size. I promise to do better cleaning up after myself." He pleaded before the massive pair of feet before him.

"Sorry, too late." Eric paused. "There is no way to reverse what I put in your coffee. This is your permanent size even if I had changed my mind." He added. "Kiss my sock while you're down there." He smirked.

Ken didn't like his current situation. He felt another large stomp from his friend's giant foot. He approached and kissed his socke foot. He didn't like the prospect of being tiny pet to his friend, but he was powerless before his giant size. He saw and heard Eric laughing above him as he kissed his sock.

Eric lifted up one foot to hover it above his new tiny pet. "You stupid runt!! This is your life now. You are just an insect idiot. Now, kneel down and lick my feet in socks."

Ken saw he really didn't have a choice as he got on his knees before the massive socked foot and began to lick the sock. The taste of the fabric in his mouth was nasty, but he had to obey unless he wanted to be stomped on.

"That's right, worship my foot, my tiny pet." Eric paused enjoing the moment of seeing his messy roommate now just a tiny pet at his giant feet.

gul-dukat89

Picture source: @dude-on-demand

Kelly could feel some movement in his ball sac. He could feel Alec squirming inside there. It really felt good.

"You shouldn't complain down there. Remember, you said you need a place to stay and I offered you a room for free." Kelly smirked a little. "I just didn't fully say it would be a regular room. Anyway, you're in there now, and there is no getting out anytime soon." He continued on his walk enjoying his permanent roommate squirming in his ball sac.

Alec thought his friend was truly genuine about a room he had for free until he got back on his feet. He didn't expect to be feed to his cock to spend who knows how long in his ball sac. This was not the free room and board he was expecting. He continued to squirm to show his discomfort in the arrangements.

Kelly smiled as he continued to walk. He was definitely loving this arrangement. Having his friend stuck in his new permanent room should increase his sperm count, making life so much more fun for him. As for his friend, he gave him what he asked for, a free room and board.

Would you want to trade places with Alec?

YES

Voting ended onJun 20

guyinthegreycloak

Being a Terrible Friend

You know how it goes... I fell in love with my pretty straight best friend Oscar. Even saved his life once from snake poison. After which he had said, "I probably owe you a big favor."

I'm cashing in on that favor. I'm going to ask to swap bodies with him. Probably for a month...

"Oscar, can we talk? Remember that favor? I want use it to swap bodies..."

Oscar frowned, "I don't do swaps. You know this. The entire thing freaks me out. Like how does it even work? And why you want my body anyway? Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not... Just think I'll have an easier time picking up girls as you." I assured him.

"For how long? Promise to use protection and don't get anyone pregnant?" He seemed worried.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't get anyone pregnant. Maybe a month?" I tried to not look too eager.

"2 weeks maximum. And I want to be back inside my own body. After this, we're square." He insisted.

We swapped bodies using the swapping machine at a nearby location. I felt cuter already and fit as fuck. I started to get hard. And it had to be huge. Not even half erect. I immediately tried to hide it by putting my new hands in my pockets to move it to the side of my underwear.

Oscar is not happy about being in my very skinny twink body. And he tells me, "Please stay safe. Nothing too crazy. Okay? I'll be going home."

Before I knew it, I was clubbing. Finding random hookups. And kissing my reflection in the mirror. Oscar doesn't know how attractive he is. Or maybe he does, but not in the gay way.

And my latest hookup was mid tier. I must've been drunk. And then I saw the time and date. I had only a few days left. I didn't want to leave Oscar's body.

Then I found him. Another man that's worth falling in love with. Carlos made me feel so good. Better than every other person. His body was packing heavy equipment front and back.

Time was running out. I told him everything. He smiled and laughed. "This body isn't exactly mine either. It was a permanent swap with one my employees. He tried exposing Swapper Corporation secrets. We know who is who and control whoever is in what body. We basically rule the world. I knew that you were a gay guy in a straight man's body the whole time. And it was so sexy. You're so sexy, Oscar. If you want I could erase any records of your swapping with him. And make his body, yours?"

"Stealing my best friend's body... is that really something I should do? I mean. I don't know about this..." as Carlos started to massage and grip my ass. I felt chills, "Fuck. That feels really good... Okay. Maybe. Fine. Just do it. Yeah. Let me stay with you forever."

Carlos then demanded, "Then I suggest you slide your dick in me like a credit card, and be in my debt." I felt compelled to obey, solidifying my betrayal of my best friend.

The 2 weeks were up. Oscar called me, demanding I return his body. I was at a loss of words. I barely said, "Sorry, I've been a terrible friend... I'm sure you know I'm gay now. I can't do this, I um ---"

Carlos took the phone, "Listen Oscar... I'm dating the new Oscar. Don't make a political scene. I have men you can select a new body from if you keep quiet. Why yes, I am the CEO and Owner of Swapper Corp. And some even say I'm like a Hidden King of Bodies."

Oscar started to cry over the phone yelling, "I hate him! I trusted--- *cried more* Give me a fucking upgrade and let me travel far away!" And I never felt so guilty before in my life. But at least, Carlos gave him a new body.

This was his choice of body: seeing the world, far away from me...

And now, I'm the favorite toy and right-hand man of Carlos: truly the hidden king of bodies. Every chance he gets, I am to be fucked or to be the fucker. Behind my eyes, are the guilt and greed that can never be washed, regardless of however many tears are shed for my betrayal. The real Oscar... will never forgive me for what I did.

By becoming the best friend I loved, I had become the worst friend. If I was ever a real friend at all... Only when I die in a body not mine. Under a grave that isn't mine, will I be possibly ever be punished for taking what isn't mine. I definitely don't deserve any favors... but at least I'm the prettiest straight, I meant prettiest gay guy in the room, right?

gul-dukat89

Picture source: internet

Danny boasted at making the final score over his rival on the basketball court. Rick gloated over him so many times on how much he had beaten him that it got annoying. He just wanted to humiliate him so badly. He had made a bet with him that the winner reserved the right to make the loser do whatever he wanted. Rick took the bait feeling confident that he would win. This time he was so wrong about the outcome. Danny smirked proudly before his rival.

"Okay, you finally have beaten me." Rick reluctantly spoke. "What is it that I have to do for you?" He asked, since he did agree to the terms of the victory.

"That is actually the fun part for me." Danny smirked again. "You don't have to do anything but be useful until you are all used up." He added as he opened up his TF Pro Max app. He put in the setting for a stick of deodorant.

"What do you mean by that?" Rick asked him, feeling a little confused at what he meant.

Danny pointed the phone camera at Rick without offering any explanation and hit the flash option. Instantly, Rick was gone. In his place was a blue container holding a stick of deodorant. He picked it up off the court ground and held it proudly. To see his arch rival reduced to something so useful was very satisfying. He walked over to his bag and dropped it in. He couldn't wait till the morning to start using his new stick of deodorant.

Rick was so confused. He couldn't move or speak. He did find that he smelled really good for some reason. Wherever he was, it was dark. He could feel like a hand was picking him up and tossing him somewhere, but not sure where. It felt like an eternity of silence when light finally came. He saw Danny looking down at him. The thing was that he looked giant in size compared to him.

"You are probably confused at the moment. But I turned you into a stick of deodorant for me to use up at my leisure." Danny paused, still with a smirk on his face. "By the way, you smell so good. I know I will smell good as well thanks to you." He laughed.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Rick mentally screamed. He didn't want to be stuck like this. "Change me back, please! I don't want to be used up." He continued to scream, but no words came out. "Please don't do this!

Danny lifted up his arm and started rubbing his new deodorant into his arm pit. It felt so good to rub his arch rival under his arms. He knew that his new stick of deodorant would run out eventually, but that was Rick's problem. He would just go out and buy a new stick of deodorant in its place.

Rick could feel parts of himself being rubbed into Danny's arm pits. Each time he rubbed, more of himself was being absorbed into his arch rival's body to make him smell good. He was powerless to change his fate. It felt degrading and humiliating that he was used to make another man smell good while he gets used up like a common object.

After he was done, Danny recap the small container. There was still a lot of Rick left over to use up. He loved the way Rick had him smelling. "You're one damn good smelling deodorant." He laughed as he continued to get dressed for his day.

TWO WEEKS LATER.......

Danny rubbed the last of his new stick of deodorant into his arm pits. There was nothing left to be used. There was a small bit of sadness. He had gotten a lot of compliments about how good he smelled. "Damn, I really hate to see you all gone. You really had me get a lot of attention on how I smelled, but oh well. You were just deodorant after all." He said as he discarded the empty container into the trash can in his bathroom as though it was a common object. He walked out without a second thought.

The final remains that were left in the container only wept as the treatment got worse for him. He was tossed away like common trash after it no longer had a use. He was human at one time. Being discarded as such was so degrading. Yet, this was his fate thanks to that bet he made. His rival would continue on with his life while he would be tossed away along with the rest of the trash that now surrounded him.

gul-dukat89

Picture Source: @frederic-fournel

Blake looked at his roommate holding the controller. It was his time for the game. Andy had it for the past few days. "It's my time to play it." He demanded.

"Oh, you know the routine." Andy smirked. "Same routine as the last three days. You have to earn it." He added while looking briefly at his tablet and back towards the tv screen.

"Not again." Blake pleaded.

"If you want to play, you know how to convince me." Andy added, not even looking at Blake. His focus was on the game screen.

Blake got down on knees beside him and began to massage his calves and feet. He had been a foot sub to his roommate the past three days. It was the only way Andy would let him have a turn at the game. He would spend over an hour massaging his feet while he gamed.

"Why don't you do something extra today?" Andy suggested as he looked directly at Blake.

"Like what?" Blake asked, wondering what extra his roommate wanted.

"LIke the full worship this time. Sniff between my toes and my whole foot. Add some kisses on my soles and lick them while you are doing that as well." Andy smirked and refocused on the game. "Well better get to it if you want some time on the game." He laughed a little.

Blake saw the manipulation Andy was playing, but he really wanted to play the game today. He put his nose between his toes and sniffed them, while kissing the soles of his roommate's feet. There was a slightly strong order from them, but not too overwhelming. He soon started to lick the soles of his feet and sucking on his toes. He licked betweeen his toes.

"Good foot boy," Andy paused for a moment. "You will get game time today after a couple of hours worshipping my feet." He added, smirking down at his roommate sucking on is toes. "It feels so good, foot boy." He paused the game and then picked up his tablet. He snapped several pictures of Blake at his feet. "I think I should post those with the caption of a good foot boy worshipping my feet." He said when Blake realized that pictures were being taken.

"Come on, Andy. Please don't do that." Blake pleaded. "It would be embarrassing." He pleaded even more.

"I will agree if you agree to be at my feet every day." Andy ssid. "Deal or no deal?" He then asked, knowing full well what Blake would decide.

Blake didn't want those pictures floating all over the internet. "Deal." He reluctantlly said after ten seconds of silence.

"Good foot boy, now get back to my feet while I game. They aren't going to worship themselves." Andy laughed as he watched Blake resume licking the soles of his feet. Having a foot boy for a roommate was definitely a great idea, he thought to himself.

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