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Kyle was highly pissed off at the three guys who yelled homophobic slurs at him and his friends. Those three would make it a point to bother them. On a few occasions, one of his friends wanted to fight them, but he would always manage to calm him down. But deep down inside, he really wanted to get some revenge on those three in a very special way.

Kyle hatched a devious plan to make Grey, Lial, and Jensen fell sorry for what they tried to do to him and his friends. One day while in the restroom, Grey, Lial, and Jensen showed up. He could tell that they had followed him. They fell for his trap. He made sure he was alone in the restroom with them. Before they could start with more homophobic slurs, he pulled out his transformation cellphone device, which was already preset. He flashed at Grey, who instantly dropped to the floor as white Versace underwear. The other were shocked and attempted to run. He flashed a light at them and both dropped to the floor as Adidas socks. He grabbed up the pair of socks and underwear, and put them in a bag. He definitely was going to try them on when he got home.

Once he arrived at home, he went to his bed room and stripped. "You three thought it was funny to pick on me and my friends. Now the joke is on you. You get to be worn by me." He spoke as he pulled up Grey around his waist. "How does it feel to cradle my crotch and ass, Grey." He laughed as he rubbed his crotch area, knowing full well that was where Grey's face was. He took some sadistic pleasure doing so. To have Grey at his mercy felt so good.

He slipped on Lial and Jensen on his feet. "How does it feel to be wrapped around my feet, boys. For me, you two feel really comfortable." He laughed as he wiggled his toes in his socks. He grabbed his device and deleted their transformation data. Without it, it would be impossible to make them human again. "I just deleted the information needed to restore you guys. Sorry to say, but this is now permanent." He spoke to all three. "Good news is that I plan to keep you even after you are torn and worn out. You will definitely make good jerk off material." He laughed again.

He took a picture of his new underwear and socks with his normal phone. Sent the picture to his friends with the caption 'homophobic pricks like to be worn.' A few seconds later, they all sent him laughing emojis.

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Terry had met Kyle online through a foot fetish website. After several online conversations, they agreed to meet in person at Kyle's house. Terry told him that they couldn't meet at his house because of his husband, who wasn't into feet. Kyle had agreed to those terms. Terry came up with a cover story. He told his husband Drey that he was meeting with a prospective business partner. Since he was the CEO of a chain of department stores, his husband bought the excuse.

Terry had agreed to meet for a weekend trip. He told Drey it was a business trip he was going in to meet for a prospective business deal. He arrived at a nice five bedroom home that was much smaller than his own big mansion. He parked. Kyle meet him at the front door. He could tell that Kyle was financially stable, but not as rich as him.

"Come on in," Kyle offered. Terry entered as Kyle closed the front door. Terry followed him to his living room. Sat on the couch and placed his shoed feet in the foot rest. "You know what you are here for, my foot sub. Get to it, remove my shoes and massage my socked feet." Kyle ordered him.

Terry knew this how they talked online, but in person felt more intense. He was a CEO of a thriving company, and yet he was being ordered to his knees at the feet of his sock Master like it was nothing. He got to his knees and removed his sock Master's shoes. He began to massage his feet. After about ten minutes, he was ordered to sniff Kyle's feet. He put his nose deep into the socks sniffing hard. He was memorize by the stong smell of his Master's socks. Next he was ordered to lick them. The taste was wonderful on his tongue. He enjoyed having his foot master order him at his feet. After a good hour and a half, Kyle ordered him to move the foot rest and lay on his back on the floor. He did as he was told. He saw two socked feet rest directly on his face. "Now lay still for the next few hours, you are my foot rest while I watch a movie or two," Kyle ordered. Here he is a big time CEO, yet he is being used for a foot stool. But he was loving every moment of it.

After that first weekend, every other month, Terry would meet up with his foot Master for a "business weekend." Every experience he got, he would crave more.

Several trips later, Terry arrived at Kyle's house. He was expecting the same routine, but saw that Kyle didn't have socks on this time. "We are going to do something different this trip. You see the reason I don't have socks on is that I plan to wear you this weekend." Kyle told him. This really confused him. How was his sock Master going to wear him as socks. Kyle came back in the living room with a TF ray device. "By the way,this is non-negotiable." Kyle added.

Kyle pointed the TF ray device at Terry and fired. It was only for a brief moment, but the effects happened almost immediately.

Terry saw the world become huge. His sock Master soon was giant size. His body morphed in on itself and turned to black cotton. Lastly the whole body spilt in two and formed a pair of black cotton socks. He was powerless as he felt himself being put on his sock Master's feet. Now all of his senses were extremely heightened. He now tasted his sock Master's foot. The foot odor was extremely intoxicating. Even being stepped on felt good even though it was very painful. The wiggling of his sock Master's toes drove him mentally mad. He didn't know being his sock Master's socks would make him feel this way. He really wanted more now. The whole weekend, his sock Master never took him off, but only to shower. He loved being worn while his master slept. After the weekend was over, his sock Master turned him back to normal. He thanked his sock Master for the experience by kissing his feet several times.

That was the start of his newfound time with his sock Master. One weekend out of the month, he had to spend the weekend on his sock Master's feet. Even though it was degrading, he would not have changed a single thing about it. He loved serving as his Master's socks.

Note: this story pitch in collaboration with @jkob85

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Picture source: @black-socks-49

Story requested by follower J

Tony knocked on the leasing office door. He had a portion of the rent owed, but was still quite short. He was trying to keep from being three months late. The current payment would reduce it to only two months behind. He kept telling the landlord that he would bring it up to current each month, but that has been his common phrase for the past four months. He hoped he would accept the payment like he always does.

"Come in, Tony." Nathan opened the door. "At least I can say you get here by the 1st of the month, but now about your rent payment." He paused as he remembered the tenant promised to pay up to the current this month. That was a promise he had been hearing for four months now.

"Yes, about that. I only have one month's worth this time." Tony paused as he presented the cashiers check to him. "I promise next month I should have three months worth to give you." He added, knowing full well that he might not keep that promise either.

Nathan took the check. "It's been four months now of the same promise. What is the issue here?" He asked, wanting to know why he couldn't catch up the rent.

"It's the job thing. I got laid off and had to take a less paying job." Tony admitted. "But I promise as soon as I get a better job, I can catch things up." He said, not sure when that better job part will happen.

Nathan scratched his head. He was tired of the late rent payment and not getting all his money. Yet, he felt a little sorry for his tenant. He really needed a better job or a place he could stay for free. An idea popped into his mind just at that moment. He could solve both his and Tony's problems at the same time.

"I think I have a solution that could help both of us." Nathan spoke as he grabbed a glass and filled it with a drink He then handed it to Tony. "One where you get a better job and have a place to stay for free." He added as he watched Tony guzzle down the glass.

"That was good, thank you." Tony handed the glass back to Nathan. "What is your solution?" He asked him, curious if he was getting to stay in his apartment for free.

Nathan took out his phone and hit the flash option after putting in the setting on his special app. He had used it before when someone tried to break into one of his apartments. Instantly, Tony was replaced with a pair of black socks on the floor. He picked them up and examined both socks.

Tony instantly found himself completely immobilized and unable to speak. It was quite disconcerting. He was powerless to do anything. He soon felt a massive hand pick him up with ease as though he barely weighed anything. He didn't know what completely happened to him, but he didn't like it one bit.

"Looks like you make a great pair of socks, Tony." Nathan paused. "You have a new job of serving my feet and get to live on my feet for free. As for me, I have an apartment freed up to rent to a better tenant." He paused again with a smirk on his face. "Solve both of our problems." He laughed as he went and sat down. He took off his shoes and other socks. He then tried on his new socks. They felt so good on his feet. The durability formula that he gave Tony should have him last a very long time on his feet. He propped up his feet on the coffee table.

"I think this is the best arrangement. You don't have to pay rent anymore, but live on my feet for free. And I get to have that apartment freed up." Nathan paused, talking to his pair of socks. "Don't you think so, socks" He laughed while wiggling his toes in his new pair of durable black socks. "Hope you like feet." He added.

Tony didn't find any of this funny one bit. He was a human being, not some kind of footwear to be worn on a guy's feet. He could taste both feet of the landlord as though they were in his mouth. The smell of his owner's feet was intense. There was no escape from the taste or smell. The wiggling of his toes further proved how degraded he was. He was at the mercy of his former landlord's feet, and there was nothing he could do about it. The worst part was that he found feet disgusting. He tolerated his own feet because it was his own feet. Here he was now nothing but a pair of socks on another guy's feet.

"I promise I will catch up the rent! Please change me back! I don't want to be like this forever! Someone help me!" Tony mentally screamed as Nathan proceeded to put his shoes back on. The odor from his owner's shoes was so horrible. He could tell that he had worn them for a very long time. As he was shoved inside them with his owner's feet, he saw his horrific fate would only get worse. He was forced to taste and smell feet and be trapped in stinky shoes at the same time. With no means to call for help, he was at Nathan's mercy with no end in sight.

Nathan went back to work without thinking about his new socks. They felt so good on his feet. As far as he was concerned, his former tenant had moved away. It was time to clean out a now vacant apartment and find a new tenant to live in it.

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dannysocks

danieldolezal

Incredibly sensual ..thé guy is so cute ..his soles are so sensual and thé way hè is taking off his socks is so sensual too …breath taking photo ….this is it..this is life

A sensual dream…

Hummmmmmm

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Can’t get enough of it, especially if the sneakers have been used for many days in a row.

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Hick saw a help wanted ad in the newspaper. There was no description of the position, but that it paid weekly. He was in dire need of a job since being laid off from the warehouse two weeks ago. He called the number in the ad and was told to apply in person. He was given the address to report to in the morning.

The following morning, Hick took a Uber to the site, which happened to be a construction site. He was curious as to what help they needed. He didn't have much experience in this field, but was willing to learn. Bills were starting to pile up and money was needed. Being paid every week would help greatly.

He found the boss in charge of the hiring process. Hick was expecting to receive an application to fill out and note character references. But he was shocked. The boss was only interested if he was willing to start right away. It seemed like a dream come true. Of course, he was ready to start learning and working as soon as possible.

Hick followed the boss to his office and took a seat. The boss asked if he drove here or was dropped off. Hick told him he took an Uber since he didn't own a car. He saw the boss smile, which he thought was rather strange. The boss had poured a drink and handed it to him. Hick didn't think much about it and drunk it down.

A couple of minutes later, Hick felt strange. Something wasn't feeling right. He heard the boss call in a guy named Ricardo. Hick felt like the room was spinning. A minute later, Hick saw a young guy walk in. "You called, boss," Ricardo spoke while looking at Hick.

"Your new construction boots just arrived. The perfected formula should give you no less than six years before he starts wearing down eventually." The boss said, and laughing at Hick. Hick felt Ricardo touch his head. "Excellent, I been needing a new pair, thanks boss."

Hick then felt the room grow in size as the boss and Ricardo looked on with smiles. Both of them grew to giant size. He tried to run but fell to the floor. He found that he could not move a muscle and lost all consciousness within seconds of hitting the floor. The only thing he remembered was hearing the boss and Ricardo laughing hysterically.

Moments later, Hick regain consciousness. He found that his body was reshaped and spilt into two. His sight was different as the light source was slightly diminished. He could still hear the voices of the boss and Ricardo talking.

"I think he is awake now." Ricardo spoke, looking in and feeling the now insole face of Hick. "Sorry to tell you, but the ad is a trap. So it was good you didn't drive. No one will come looking for you here, and we will deny you ever arrived. You will be Ricardo's work boots from now own." The boss told to Hick, handing the other boot to Ricardo.

"I hope you won't mind my foot odor. It can get really bad, especially after a long day of work. Whoever you were, you are nothing but my boots now." Ricardo laughed as he began to put on his new boots.

Hick was combated with the most foul smell he ever came close to. The socks smelled like they hadn't been changed in days. The foul odor socks pressed on his face without a care as the feet were secured into his boot bodies. It made matters worse when he saw that the socks were already sweaty. He could taste the foul stench of the socks pressing down on his face with each step Ricardo took. This was a complete nightmare. No one knew what the boss did to him except Ricardo. He would have no chance of rescue or escape. He mentally weeped as he was reduced to just an object on a stranger's feet at work.

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Kevin realized he should have read the fine print when he enlisted in the military. They were trying out new disciplinary measures for recruits that fail to pass their PT exams. He tried his best, but his physical fitness just wasn't enough to get a passing grade.

As punishment, he was transformed into a pair of military boots and assigned to another comrad to wear as his boots. Kevin was written off as missing in action. The comrad that received him was aware of what his boots were but wasn't bothered by it. As long as the boots comfort his feet, that's all that mattered.

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“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.