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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.
Greg and his friend Stan had decided to get a two bedroom apartment together and share in the expenses. It was a great idea at first, because both had good paying jobs. Either one could carry the whole apartment on their own if need be. Things were going well for eight months, till Stan had been laid off from his Jon. This left Greg supporting the whole apartment on his income. Stan did help out with what he had save up, buy that soon ran out.
It was several months later and Stan still hadn't found a new job yet. Greg noticed he was lazy around the apartment. He started to leave a mess in the living room and kitchen and not clean up behind himself. Greg would have to come in from work and clean up the place. He was trying to be patient with his friend, but it was getting to be a pain in the neck for him.
One day, Greg came in from a stressful day at work to find the apartment a mess, and Stan just playing video games on the game system. He was highly pissed. "Something got to be done about you, Stan. I work all day and come home to this!" He screamed at him. "Can't you at least keep the place clean if you aren't at a job working?!" Greg stormed off and begin cleaning up the mess. While he was cleaning he looked over at Stan. "I got a job for you tomorrow." He told him while continuing to clean; Stan kept on playing his game ignoring him.
The next morning, Stan awoke to being dragged out of his bed by Greg. "What gives, bro? What was that for!?" He asked to an irate look on Greg's face.
"Like I said, I have a job for you today." Greg spoke, holding a strange device in his hand. He pressed a button, and there was a quick flash. Where Stan was once on the floor, he was now a pair of clean white socks. "Since you can't find a job yet. I found one for you. You get to keep my feet warm and comfortable while I work." He spoke, putting on the pair of white socks.
Stan was disgusted as he felt Greg's feet enter him and fill him up. The thought that his friend would casually wear him as socks angered him. He mentally yelled but saw Greg couldn't hear a single thought. Yes, he had trouble finding a new job, but he was trying. Not finding employment bothered him, so that was part of the reason he had the apartment in a mess. But he soon realized the error in that thinking as he was shoved into a foul-smelling pair of boots. He recognized them as the work boots Greg had been using for at least three years now. The insoles were so blackened, they reeked of constant foot stench. In fact, the entire insides of the boots reeked of the odor. There was no escape or even chance of fresh air as the boots were secured on feet. The walking part made it all the worst. The consistency of step after step in his boot prison was driving him insane. He was longer cursed with angry words but was begging for Greg to set him free. He would do better from now on.
Greg saw the increased level of comfort from living socks. He should have done this sooner, he thought. He would see how well Stan performed after a ten hour work day on the construction site. He thought of how sweaty his feet get in one day normally. The thought that Stan was going to experience this actually amused him. But this was his own fault for being his pair of socks.
As the work day carried on, Stan saw that Greg's feet began to become sweaty. All the accumulated sweat began to soak his sock bodies. The foot odor inside the boots Beaman to escalate even more as he began to smell like rank foot odor. Now he truly had no escape every part of himself that was deep in the boots reeked of Greg's foul foot odor. He wanted no more part off this torment, but powerless to change his situation.
At the end of the work day, Greg got home. He first sniffed his boot when he took them off. He found his own boot odor so offensive. The thought that Stan was trapped in their while he worked all day really did amuse him. He leaned down to sniff his sock and found it also smelled foul and was completely soaked with his sweat. He removed both socks. He was amazed his feet were completely dry and didn't smell one bit. It was only his socks that smelled horrible. This fact suddenly gave him a brilliant idea that would benefit both of them.
Greg grabbed his transformation device and flashed his socks. Stan was instantly standing where the socks were. But he still reeked of Greg's foot odor. "That was the most horrible experience I ever had to endure. Your feet tormented me all day." Stan complained and sniffed himself. "Not to mention, I still smell like your rank feet and boots." Stan only saw Greg smiling at that truth.
"I actually have two options for you. My feet was completely dry when I removed you and they didn't smell. You actually absorbed all my foot odor. " Greg laughed to a disgusted look on Stan's face. "You can either move out and find a new place to live or volunteer to be my socks whenever I say so. If you choose the second option, you won't have to pay bills or rent. Just you being useful to my feet will be enough." Greg presented his two options with a smile. He knew full well which he would choose, because he had no other real choice given his financial situation.
Stan knew Greg had him cornered. He didn't have the funds to just move out nor the job. He needed a place to stay. If he stayed, he would have to agree to be Greg's socks whenever he wanted it. "You win, I am your socks whenever you desire." He spoke defeatedily
This was the life that now both roommates lived. Stan was Greg's special pair of socks, and Greg had a way to keep his feet from smelling badly. And Stan had a place to live rent free, all it cost him was to live serving his roommates feet.
"Could you believe those three losers actually thought they were going to hang out with us at the beach this weekend." Allen spoke and laughed while chatting with Drey and Pete.
"Yeah, the irony of it is that they are, just not the way they had anticipated." Drey said next, feeling his swim wear squirming around his waist. It was their own fault that they ended up as swimwear, he thought to himself.
"The best part is we get to decide if they stay this way or resume their humanity once the weekend is over." Pete added to the conversation. He himself wanted to keep the one he was wearing. The loser did make an excellent pair of swimwear. All the squirming he was doing ever since putting him on felt so good. Even the thought of wearing him at a pool party kind of excited him.
"What do you say we do, Pete?" Allen asked, knowing full well what he would want. The last time he asked him that question, all three added a new pair of shoes to their collection. Sad thing for those losers, was that they were still shoes after four months.
"You guys can decide independently what you want to do with your swimwear, but as for me, all the squirming this guy is doing made up my mind." Pete paused. "I am keeping him like this. He will make a great addition to my collection, especially at a pool party." He laughed as all the other two joined in.
"I think you have the best idea." Drey said, now feeling his swimwear squirming around his waist even more than earlier. "No one is going to know they are missing. And only the three of us would know there whereabouts if someone does report a missing persons." He added.
"It's agreed then. These three get to hang out with us every time we come to the beach, such lucky losers." Allen spoke while the other two laughs at his comments.
Kevin, Larry and Tim all regretted asking to go the beach with the college jocks they idolized. The three were now personal property totally against their will and no one to rescue them.
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This is part 1, the next part will be gender identity centered :)
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
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.
Brett smiled down at his sock just a few minutes it had been his super hot boss. He had been relaxing in the park during his lunch break when he saw him boss walking by in his expensive suit. Brett was so hot for him and decided to use his special powers. He focused on his boss and lured him over to hm and into the nearby bushes. Brett smiled forcing his boss to strip out of his suit. Unable to resist his boss slowly undressed, displaying his gym hardened body to Brett. Brett then motioned for him to kneel. Again unable to resist in the slightest, his boss then gets down on his knees and starts to suck. Brett moans holding his head and pumping his dick in and out of his boss’s warm and welcoming mouth. Brett leaning back, smiling, he pulls out before thrusting hard, and fires his load into his boss’s throat smirking at what he knew would happen next. He watches as he starts to change down into a black athletic sock. Brett picks him up and takes a sniff getting his boss’s cologne. He pulls him over his foot a perfect match for his other sock who had been a hiker he found on a trail walk. “Don’t worry sir, your scent won’t be sticking around after my afternoon run.”
Brett smiled down at his sock just a few minutes it had been his super hot boss. He had been relaxing in the park during his lunch break whe
Refueling for the big race. I bet this sucks for you, being my cycling suit, worn for miles and miles in the summer heat, filling up with sweat? Too bad, bro. Now I’m hydrating, so I can sweat even more, and you’ll have no choice but to drink it all up, like the thirsty spandex cycling suit you are. Where your mouth used to be is now the pads under my balls and ass, supporting me as my seat while I ride on and on. I bet my swass tastes good, huh? Get used to it, you’re stuck like this forever now.
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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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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
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.