“Yeah bro, my socks always smell brutal after basketball with the boys, and everyone knows I got the stinkiest feet on the team. Good luck handling the stench, haha 5 full minutes! Shouldn’t have taken that bet huh? 😆”
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“Yeah bro, my socks always smell brutal after basketball with the boys, and everyone knows I got the stinkiest feet on the team. Good luck handling the stench, haha 5 full minutes! Shouldn’t have taken that bet huh? 😆”
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Jake was excited to be spending time with Nate after a long work week. He had been chatting with him for about a week. Nate had invited him over to watch a movie on Netflix. He sat where Nate could rest his fet on his lap. In their many conversations, he had mentioned about his foot fetish. Nate was curious about it. He started to massage his feet.
Nate was enjoying Jake's hands giving his feet a good massage. It felt really good. "You really are good at this." He said as he laid back.
"Thanks, I appreciate you letting me do this." Jake continued to rub his bare feet. After ten minutes, he leaned down and sniffed his bare feet. He buried his nose into his toes, taking big sniffs. The aroma from his feet was so arousing that his dick was getting hard.
Nate felt Jake's dick getting hard. He saw him pressing is nose into his toes. It slightly amused him. "You like the smell I see." He laughed a little. This was his first time having a guy literally sniffing his feet.
"Oh yeah, I do." Jake said still sniffing and massaging his feet. "I wish I could experience you feet like this every day." He added. The thought made him even more aroused that he couldn't hide how Nate's feet was making him feel.
"There is a way, if you are interested." Nate smirked. "But only if you really want to." He added, taking out his phone and setting up the app.
"Oh yes, tell me how, please." Jake said, getting excited at the thought of being able to touch his feet every day.
Nate pointed his phone camera at Jake. "Have you hands touching my feet and say cheese." He told him. He watched as Jake did as he was told. He hit the flash option. Jake vanished, but there was a fresh pair of socks on his feet now. He wiggled his toes in his new socks. He deleted the revert datat and placed his phione back down. It was time to watch the movie. "Now you get to experience my feet every day, buddy, in a permanent way." He smiled as he hit play to watch the movie along with his new socks.
Jake found himself unable to move or speak. He felt something wiggling inside his body. It was then that reality set in. It was toes wiggling. He was a literal pair of socks now. He did want to touch his feet every day, but not to literally be wrapped around his feet. He now was doing more than just rubbing and smelling his feet. He could taste both feet as though they were in his mouth. The smell was even stronger than before. He could hear the TV staring the movie, but he couldn't see anything. HIs view was inwward at the feet that wore him. He could feel his owner wiggling his toes in him again. He felt totally dominated by his owner's feet. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"I know you said Netflix night, but I didn't think it would be as your socks. Change me back, please...." Jake mentally pleaded. "I wanted to touch your feet every day, but not be worn on your feet...." He continued. "Hey, can you hear me?!"
Nate wiggled his toes even more. The socks felt so good on his feet. "A nice pair of socks and a good movie, who could ask for anything better." He smirked on his face. "I guess I will have to start seeing a new guy." He said to himself as he watched the movie. This one guy was now a permanent addition to his sock collection.
Which part of this fantasy would you want to be in?
Jake's
Nate's
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Anonymous requested story
Alec looked up when he saw Ricky coming over to his desk. He had been dreading this conversation for over a month now. He had secretly borrowed quite a lot from his coworker with a promise to pay back in three week. It his been pass that deadline. He wanted to pay back, but didn't have the full amount plus interest. He worked at avoid talking to him for the whole month.
"Hey, how is your day going?" Ricky said as he saw Alec's door open.
"I know why you are here." Alec paused, cutting right to the uncomfortable part. "I promised to pay back in three weeks, and I have missed that deadline." He added.
Ricky had come over for that very reason, but Alec beat him to the punchline without him mentioning it first. "Yeah, so do you have it?" He asked him.
"Not all of it, maybe a fourth of it, honestly." Alec admitted. "It's taking more time for me to gather all of it than I anticipated."
"Hmmm." Ricky thought to himself. "Maybe there is a possible solution. If you are interested." He offered as there was a way to at least get part of him money back and get a gift for his older brother's birthday.
"Sure, what are you proposing?" Alec asked, hoping for a better option. The amount he owed would take a while to collect.
"You give me what you currently have and don't worry about paying the rest of it. Instead, you will help me get a gift for my big brother for his birthday. Deal?" Ricky offered with a smirk on his face.
Alec thought it was a sweet deal. He would be easily free of the debt that way. "Sure." He unlocked his desk drawer to pull out an envelope. He then gave Ricky all the money that was in the envelope. He watched as Ricky pocketed it. "Now how do I help you get a gift for your brother?" He asked.
"Simple, just come over to my office shortly and help me pick out some hot kicks for my brother to wear." Ricky said as he left Alec's office. He had a hard time trying to figure out what sneakers to get him.s
Alec was relieved his debt would soon be fully repayed. He answered a few more emails and walked over to Ricky's office. He heard Ricky tell him to close the door. After he did, he saw Ricky turn the computer so that he could see what was on it.
"Which one of the kicks you think would make a great gift?" Ricky asked as he scroll through the options on the screen.
Alec saw the Puma X Ferrarie sneakers. They look really hot. He had wanted a pair, but they were so expensive. "The Puma X Ferrarie kicks will be a perfect gift." He said, now feeling his debt was repaid.
Ricky took out his phone and looked up the item in the app. He then set the settings. He pointed his phone camera at Alec and hit the flash option. Alec vanished. He walked around his desk to see a brand new pair of Puma X Ferrarie kcks on the chair. "Thanks buddy, I hope my brother enjoys wearing you. Your debt is over now with me." He smiled as he grabbed the sneakers and placed them in a shoe box he had prepred for today.
"NOOOOOO!" Alec screamed as he realized that he was no longer human. Seeing how Ricky picked him up, he saw that he was turned into the very pair of sneakers he just picked out as a gift for his brother. "I don't want to be your brother's shoes! Can you hear me?!" He mentally screamed as panic took over his mind. He would rather take time to pay his debt off then to be some other guy's pair of sneakers completely unaware. "You can't do this, I have rights. This isn't fair!" He continued. He saw that Ricky didn't hear a single thing since he had no means to vocalize his complaint. He was placed in darkness of the shoe box as the lid was put on. He now saw his fate sealed whether he wanted it or not.
Alec felt like he was in the box for ages. He finally saw some daylight when the lid was removed. He could hear voices all around him, including Ricky's.
"Wow, bro!" Frost said as he opened the box after removing the wrappings. It as a pair of Puma X Ferrarie kicks. "I have been wanting a pair. Thanks. How did you know?" He asked as he pulled them out of the box.
"A coworker helped me pick them out. I hope you like them." Ricky said smiling, thinking about Alec and what his experience must be like right now.
"Hey, I am a human being not sneakers! Can anyone hear me?! Please help me!" Alec mentally screamed as Ricky's brother Frost held him in his hand.
"I am going to try these on right now." Frost said as placed them on the floor. He took off his slides and grabbed his new pair of kicks.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't wear me, I beg of you, please don't. I am a human being, not shoes!" Alec pleaded to no avail. No one heard a single plea for help.
Frost put on his new kicks and stood up. "These feel amazing. Thanks, little bro." He took a few steps in them. The insoles felt like soft pillows under his feet. He loved the way each step was supported. "I am definitely going to wear these a lot." He added. He saw Ricky smirk a little. "What is that for?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing at all. I made sure these are super durable. In case you do wear them a lot. It would take a long time for them to wear out." He added, still having a smirk on his face. The fact that his brother was completely unaware that is sneakers are a former person amused him. "Just enjoy them and put them to the test."
"Since you made sure they are that durable, I will wear them for at least two weeks straight then." Frost laughed as he sat down, wiggling his toes in his new kicks.
Alec screamed in pain as each step brought on torture renewed over and over. It didn't help much that Frost's socks had a small odor. That odor was pressing down on his face. He had no escape from it. He was secured to his new owner's feet, and there was nothing he could do about it. He swore he thought his owner say that he would be worn for two weeks straight. He hope he miss heard that. It would be a nigtmare.
Two weeks later, Ricky was chilling with his brother over at his place. "How are the sneakers?" He asked, being curious of his former coworker's fate. He saw his brother was still wearing him.
"The best pair of sneakers I have ever owned. I literally wore them every day. They really are as durable as you say." Frost said as both of them enjoyed the game and beer.
Ricky was pleased that his brother loved his gift. As for Alec, at least he no longer owed a debt to him. He was debt free. That idea made him laugh a little.
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Kerry was set to serve a thirty-five year sentence for the crime he had committed. That would be a long time in prison starting at the age of twenty-six. He would be a sixty-one year old man by the time he would be released. When he was told about the Criminal Rehabilitation into Society program or the CRS program that would shorten his sentence down to just five years, he was quick to volunteer for the program. He didn't know the specifics, but it sounded better than serving thirty-five years in prison.
Two weeks later, Officer Henry took a picture in front of the mirror in the bathroom at the police station. He had received a new pair of boots for work. The new pair of boots were a criminal who volunteered for the CRS program. He was to be his boots for the next five years. After completion of the five years, there would be a hearing board to determine if the boots were ready to be released into society as a valued citizen. He would be the one to testify if the boots or criminal was no longer a threat to society.
"I love the CRS program. It gave me the best pair of work boots ever. I might have to suggest that this guy needs more time on my feet." Officer Henry said to himself as he snapped a selfie picture in the mirror reflection. After five years, he might not want to give them up so easily. Wearing them for the past two weeks had his feet feeling so comfortable. He is on his feet so much, no pair of work boots felt this good. His feet used to hurt every night by the time he got home. The new boots had changed that. The insoles felt so comforting with each step. As for the criminal, he wasn't given a name or what his crime was. He was only told that the criminal was his boots for five years. At the end of that, he would be the determining factor if he could be reintegrated back into normal society. If not, he would have to spend another five years as his boots. Officer Henry was really considering the latter when it came time to the hearing board.
Kerry was really regretting his decision to go for the CRS program. He learned that his owner wearing him was Officer Henry. Sadly, the guy didn't know his name or crimes. He was just a pair of boots to him to wear. He also learned that his new existence was for the next five years, upon which Officer Henry had the soul witness account on which he should be back in society again or remain a pair of boots for another five years.
Kerry found that Officer Henry's feet reeked horribly by the end of the day. It only took just three days before the strong foot odor had completely saturated all of the insides of both boots. There was no escape from the smell. Some days, Officer Henry would wear the same pair of socks he wore the previous day or days. That foot odor pressing down on his face while his owner walked on him at work over and over without end. He would sometimes hear his owner joke about him as though he was just an inanimate object and not a person at all. It felt degrading. All he could hope is that the officer show some mercy in five years and release him. He couldn't take another five years of being his boots. Just these two weeks had him missing his prison cell.
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Felix had been enjoying a wonderful time with his friend Tom who he met about six months ago or more. It was great, but soon, Tom had gotten a new job that took up a lot of his free time. He didn't have much time for hanging out as usual. Felix had begun to miss the close friendship. He was happy for his friend, but he missed spending quality time with him. He wanted to find a way to spend time with him a lot more than he currently had.
One day, Felix was over at Tom's house, watching TV with him. He felt it was time for him to propose the idea that probably would sound crazy.
"You know how you have been so busy with your new job recently, that we haven't had as much time for us to hang out like we used to?" Felix asked.
"Oh yeah, I know. I miss hanging out as well." Tom paused. "But my new job is more demanding than my old one. Yet, we still hang out when I have the time though." Tom added as he wiggled his toes.
Felix loved seeing his friend wiggling his toes. It was always tempting. He couldn't look away most of the time. When they hung out at each other's place, Tom would let him massage and worship his feet. He loved having a willing friend that would allow him.
"I see you staring as always." Tom smirked a little. "You know what to do." He added as he saw that Felix didn't need a second invitation. Felix got down on the floor at his feet and started to massage them. He loved having his feet being worshipped by him. It wasn't long before Felix had his nose up in his toes, sniffing them. After a good twenty minutes of licking and sniffing his feet, he saw that Felix had more to say.
"Well, we used to hang out more, but I know your new job is more demanding." Felix paused. "And I am happy for you, but I miss hanging out with you and worshipping your feet so much." He added, while massaging his feet with such passion.
"I know, but right now what can we do about it. It's a really good job, and I love working there." Tom spoke, looking down at his friend who was giving such a good foot massage.
"I think I have an idea on that." Felix started as he stopped massaging. "If I was to be your work socks, then I could spend all day with you, and only you would know." He suggested, waiting on Tom to respond. He was so hoping his friend would totally be on board with the idea.
Tom was slightly shocked at the idea, but he saw that Felix was serious. "Continue massaging my feet and let me ponder on the notion." He finally said after almost two minutes of silence. He saw Felix go back to massaging his feet, awaiting his answer. The idea of literally wearing Felix on his feet sounded crazy, but he could tell he wanted it badly. He even saw him go back to licking his feet as though that might persuade him to agree to it.
"You do know being on my feet might be Intel?" Tom paused. "You would have to absorb my foot sweat, be trapped in my shoes all day, walk on all day and reek of strong foot odor and sweat. All the while I go about my day as normal, not thinking much about my socks." He paused again. "Is that what you really want? To be treated like a pair of common socks while I work?" He asked, wanting to be sure this was Felix's wish.
"Oh, yes, very much so." Felix didn't hesitate on his response. It was the perfect way to spend time with his bestie since he is so busy at work.
Tom thought about it again. He saw there would be no persuading of this course of action. "If that is what you want, I will go with it." He paused, "but I have to warn you. I might not change you back if you are a really comfortable pair of work socks. You would belong to my feet for a very long time. Last chance to back out." He waited for a reply.
"So when are we doing it? The sooner the better." Felix spoke up, determined to be Tom's work socks. He handed Tom his phone showing him the TF Pro Max app. He had the sock setting already applied. "All you have to do is point the camera at me and hit the flash option." He said, all ready for this to happen.
Tom took the phone and pointed the camera at him. He hit the flash option without hesitation. Felix was a pair of brown socks with interesting designs on it on the floor. He lifted them up and found them to be perfect. "Tomorrow morning, you are going to work with me. Like I said earlier, if my feet feel really good, this will be your life for a very long time." He took the sock and put them on his dresser for in the morning. He went back to watch tv.
The next morning, as Tom was finishing getting ready for work, he grabbed his new work socks. He put them on his feet and found them super comfortable. He wiggled his toes in them. Knowing that his socks were Felix, it felt kind of dominating, having him on his feet. A guy was literally wrapped around and trapped on his feet, completely at his mercy.
"Remember, you asked for this. So don't complain for what happens next." Tom said as he grabbed his boots for work.
Felix was in such ecstasy on his friend's feet. It was everything he had ever imagined it would be. "Mmmmm, love being on your feet...mmmm...." He mentally spoke. He felt every part of his feet. He tasted every part of his feet. He could smell every part of his feet. His feet had a fresh smell for now, but he knew they would get sweaty soon. He actually was looking forward to it. He loved worshipping his sweaty feet and odor. It was exciting to him to go to work with Tom like this. The best part was that no one at Tom's office would not even know about his existence on his feet. He would be completely at Tom's mercy all day long. He started to think if his friend might enjoy this experience as much as he was.
Tom smelled his boots briefly before putting them on his feet. He had this pair of boots for the past six months. They smelled of his ownership of them. After securing his boots on his feet, he wiggled his toes in his new socks. He wondered if Felix was enjoying his new existence on his feet. One fact was that Felix did make an excellent pair of socks. His feet felt good wearing them. His new socks made his boots even more comfortable than before. He then realized he needed to focus since he was getting ready for work. He didn't have time to think about how his socks felt while being at work.
Felix enjoyed his new form even more than before. He had often fantasized about sniffing his friend's shoes. He was now inside them, and it was greater than he ever imagined. The smell was so intoxicating that he didn't want to leave it. The fact that he was wrapped around the feet he had often worshipped made it even better.
For the next eight hours or so, Felix found himself supporting every step Tom took. He was completely ignored while his friend worked in the office. There was some toe wiggling throughout the day, but even that was a wonderful experience. It showed how much he was at the mercy of his friend's feet. Even as Tom's feet got a little sweaty in his boots, he absorbed and loved the taste of his foot sweat. He found his sock body beginning to smell like his owner's feet. Even though he was being ignored like a common pair of socks, he was still getting to hangout with his friend regardless. That was really the point of this whole thing, honestly.
Tom got home at the end of his day. His feet hadn't felt this good in a long while. His new socks really did the trick. He took off his boots and sat in his favorite chair to watch the evening news. He rested his socked feet on the footrest in front of him. The thought of changing Felix back to normal was slowly escaping his mind. 'Who gets rid of a great pair of socks,' he questioned himself mentally.
"I hope you don't mind, but I want to keep you like this a little longer." Tom paused with a smirk on his face. "Don't know how long just yet. But remember, you volunteered for this." He added as he continued to watch TV, not thinking much about his socks.
Felix didn't mind one bit. Tom could keep him as his socks for as long as he wanted. Getting to worship his friend's feet was great, but this was way better. Being wrapped around his friend's feet was far greater than normal foot worship. He could stay his socks forever and not miss his humanity.
almost never do long captions (i failed english) but anyway hope this is good
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Jake and Simon had been best friends since the moment they were born, two scrawny kids from the same neighbourhood who clicked, and even at 18, they were still thick as thieves, staying over at each other’s house like it was their second home.
It was a Friday night, and Simon and Jake were messing around as they always do, but that’s when an unexplained pit grew in Simon’s stomach. Something was wrong, as he felt his whole body shiver. “What’s wrong with you?” Jake asks as he sees his best friend grabbing his stomach. In a split second, Simon unravelled and compressed until he was two regular white socks on the floor…
Simon’s view was distorted as he looked up at Jake towering over him like a giant. His first instinct was to scream, but when he tried, he couldn’t.
Jake stood over Simon in complete silence, trying to make sense of what he’s just seen, but before he can even speak, Jake’s brother Mike barges in, as usual, scavenging around his room for socks. “Yo, where’s the socks? I gotta go ou-” he cuts himself off as he notices two perfectly clean socks on the floor. He quickly grabs them and sits on Jake’s bed as he stretches one of Simon over his size 11 unwashed feet.
Jake, once again, was unable to speak, his mind overwhelmed, because it’s not like he can say to his brother, “Hey, you can’t wear those, that’s my friend Simon,” so he just froze as his brother sauntered off with his best friend wrapped around Mike’s feet.
Let me get this right, you said I was evil for turning your annoying friend into a dumb fucking sock? But look at him, doesn’t he seem so happy to be a sweaty piece of fabric stretched over my huge fucking sole? Doesn’t he look amazing pulled so tightly between my smelly toes? His whole meaningless life distilled down to me and my feet. It’s all he’ll ever have to worry about. I did him a proper favour. How can I be evil for helping him find his role in the world. As a foot sniffer. A toe licker. A sock.
And he’s doing such a good job and all.
But like, there’s an problem, innit mate. Can’t you see? My other meaty foot is so damn lonely. Empty. Bare. Without propa protection. Just look at it. Don’t you want to help? To be useful? To find purpose? Just an easy ‘yeah’ and I can help you. I’m so kind like that.
Don’t overthink it, don’t ponder the consequences. Just listen to that stupidly horny side of your brain and embrace the idea of being a scally’s rank fucking sock. To spend the rest of forever gulping at my intense musk. To have to put up with me each and every day as your obnoxious god. Look at those perfect feet and get weak. Let your mind break for me just like your reluctant friend. Be jealous.
Give me your answer. Now.
Hahaha. I knew you’d make the right choice. Go on, suck my fat fucking toes and feel your worthless body wrap tightly around my huge cheesy foot. No more cares, no more responsibilities. No more you. Just an object, owned by me. So simple, so dumb. Whiff, lick and serve your new permanent home. Oh yeah, don’t forget to say hello to your equally moronic friend. I’m gonna wear you in all week long, marking you as my property with my intoxicating musk. Let it drown out all your thoughts. Let your mind turn to foot loving mush.
Good sock.
Landlord tf guys into socks who are late on their rent.
I don't care if there are no other seats faggot. If you're going to sit across from me get on your knees and massage my stinking sweaty sock feet. And sniff and kiss them and beg me to not stomp the shit out of you. And expect a bunch of kicks in your face. You're lucky I don't stand on your throat and choke you to death with 'em. Dirty fucking faggots everywhere. Get ready for a lot of humiliation homo, this is an express train so it goes from destination to destination with no stops. Three hours. Now get started.
Here you go faggot. Fifth day in a row that I've worn these socks. They fucking stink. I'll be at your place in half an hour. Make sure my takeout has been delivered and you've got plenty of my favorite beer in the fridge you perverted sock sniffing fag.
I was wondering why you keep staring at my feet. Really? You're turned on by my orange socks? LOL You're some sort of freak aren't you? I would have never suspected it you seem so normal. Go grab me a beer and then get over here on your knees and give my feet a good massage since you like these orange socks so much. They're a little sweaty so why don't you sniff and kiss them and thank me for letting you live out your perversions. I'm going to video this too, the guys aren't going to fucking believe this. LOL
Yeah they smell good faggot don't they? But what would you do if I tie you up and smother you to death with them? I bet you'd have a hard-on. I bet you dream of being snuffed like that all the time. Fucking twisted lose a faggot. You better watch out because one day you might just find it happening to you.
The Smelly Feet Punishment
The Florida fraternity known for its closely-bonded brotherhood, but even more for the discipline they impose to keep their brothers in line.
No punishment is feared like The Smelly Feet Punishment.
The sentence is given to offenders who need to be taught a hard lesson, and be crushed mentally under smelly feet to do it. Offenders are fully restrained - arms, legs, body, and head with mouth taped - to make sure he endures the stink the whole time. Punishers are picked from brothers known for having the stinkiest socks & feet, usually athletes & laborers.
In front of all the other brothers - to set a example - sentences are always carried out after the punisher finishes a hard day at work or the gym, he pops off his worn-out sneakers and puts his sweaty socks right over the offender’s nose for 5 whole minutes. Next, 5 whole minutes under the punisher’s stinky bare feet. Finally, 5 full minutes inhaling his work/gym sneakers. Punishers enjoy making them squirm and struggle hopelessly against the restraints as they spread their toes over the victims nostrils.
Offenders squirm, struggle, cry out under the tape, their eyes roll back, some even pass out from the stench, but the sentence continues until all 15 minutes have been endured.
Discipline is enforced strictly to strengthen the house’s bonds and maintain order.
Where to start? Your choice! Half an hour in my sweaty pits, nose between my toes or face pressed against that damp sock? Don’t worry they all stink!
What no? Of course you’re gonna breathe in my foot stink boy! I told you very clearly that you would spend half an hour in my shoes if you failed to finish your chores in time. I know you hate the smell of my feet so I thought this would have helped making you work harder. But it seems it didn’t… half an hour scent training it is boy