[joeymariposa95]

[soulfulguyca]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

Let’s discuss your budget. You shouldn’t be spending as much as you are. Let me show you what you will now be allowed.

[hd-deactivated]

I’ll take all your cards and whenever u need anything u will ask me to get them for u. If I allow u to have them, I’ll make one of the other fags bring it to the house. I know it is the money u saved for all those years babe, why I don’t want I spending them like it is endless. And what if I want something? Should I be worried about the amount you spend? It doesn’t seem fair, does it?

[anon-sect]

Picture source: internet

Anonymous requested story

Kelvis was in shock at what his friend had asked him. They had been friends for over ten years. Murilo has asked for odd favors before, but this one really was strange.

"Are you really serious? You really want to shrink and swallow you like a snack?" Kelvis asked, wanting to be sure he really heard him right.

"Yes, exactly that." Murilo said, showing the shrinking device he brought with him. "So, will you do it?" He asked with pleading eyes, looking at his best friend.

Kelvis didn't know what to think about it. He never had a friend to ask to be shrunken and consumed as a snack. "You do realize that if I was to do this, you might never come out the way you came in?" He clarified the consequences if he really wanted this to happen.

"Honestly, why would you want it anyway?" Kelvis further asked, wanting to know why Murilo would be so willing to be his snack so badly. "Is it some kind of death wish?"

Murilo thought about it. "I have had an interest in macro ever since I saw the anime 'Attack on Titan.' The thought of being at the mercy of a giant as he eats you has been a fantasy ever since then." He paused. "So, I want you to fulfill my fantasy." He added, hoping his best friend would say yes.

Kelvis thought really hard about it. He could tell by the way Murilo was looking at him, he was practically begging him for this fantasy. "Are you really sure you want this? Once I eat you, there is no going back."

"Yes, for the last time, yes! So will you do it?" Murilo pleaded, knowing full well that once done, there would be no changing his mind.

Kelvis took the shrink/growth device and put in the setting for 1.5" tall. He pointed it at Murilo. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He hit the red button on it. As the ray of light touches Murilo, he rapidly shrunk in size. It took about a couple of minutes, but he saw a tiny 1" best friend down on the floor at his feet. He had to admit, the power play of seeing him so tiny and at his mercy was a strange and yet enjoyable feeling.

Murilo was excited. Seeing Kelvis look like a massive giant was everything he had imagined it would be or even feel like. The adrenaline was a rush, knowing he was truly at his best friend's mercy. He saw Kelvis's massive fingers pick him up off the floor and hold him close to his face to be examined.

Kelvis placed Murilo in the palm of his hand. A strange sense of dominant power flooded his imagination, while looking down at 1" Murilo in his hand. "I am strangely enjoying this. Thanks." He spoke to his tiny best friend.

Murilo found Kelvis voice very booming. Being tiny really was a totally different experience. It was also one he was enjoying so much. "You're welcome, so please eat me." He spoke.

Kelvis could barely register his tiny voice, but he knew what Murilo wanted. "As you wish, but I want to savor the taste before swallowing." He smiled. "I hope you don't mind. Even if you do, you can't do anything about it, tiny snack." He added a smirk on his face.

Murilo got even more excited to see Kelvis call him a tiny snack. He watched as his best friend opened up his mouth and dumped him inside. Once inside, he was trapped in darkness as Kelvis played with him with his tongue, sucking on him as though he was a piece of candy in his mouth. He was being drenched as all that saliva soaked him from head to foot. Kelvis continued to savor him for what felt like an eternity, sucking on him with delight.

Kelvis found the salty taste of his friend quite interesting. The more he sucked on the tiny in his mouth, the better he tasted. After a good few minutes, he decided it was time to make the tiny's dream come true. He swallowed him. As he felt him going down his throat, something happened. He felt the tiny stop moving and lodged in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Murilo felt like he had stopped moving. "What happened? Are you alright? Oh no, are you choking right now?"

Kelvis began to panic as breathing became more difficult. With each cough, he was losing air. With Murilo lodged in his throat, he was killing him. He needed to swallow him fast. He quickly grabbed the closest drink near him. He picked up the Coke Cola bottle and began to guzzle it, hoping to force Murilo into his stomach. There was no need for both of them to die at the same time. He soon felt the tiny loosen up and slide down. He felt relieved taking in more air with a loud belch.

Murilo landed in his friend's stomach at last. His dream was fulfilled. He was eaten and swallowed by a giant. He wondered what could possibly go wrong in his fantasy become reality. He felt his flesh starting to sting. It was painful. He quickly realized it was the Coke soda that was corroding his flesh painfully. He then saw more Coke come splashing into Kelvis stomach. His flesh began to burn making his fantasy become a nightmare. His friend belched, more oxygen escaped the stomach. It was becoming extremely hard to breathe. Combined that with his flesh stinging and burning made this fantasy a painful experience at the mercy of his friend's stomach. "Help! Help me!" He screamed, hoping his friend could hear him and get him out of his stomach.

Kelvis finished off the rest of the Coke bottle, belching for more air. "That's better." He said, while patting his check and stomach. He put on a smirk. "I have to say, you were tasty though, Murilo. I hope you are happy there, because there is no getting out just like I said." He went to sit down and watch some TV while letting his stomach make quick work of the tasty snack he just had. He almost felt bad, but Murilo wanted this end. He was completely unaware of the torment his friend was enduring while he was simply watching TV.

Murilo saw that the stomach had completely muffled his pleas for help. Kelvis didn't hear a single word. He could barely hear the muffled sounds of the TV. The fact that his friend was simply relaxing and watching TV while he was suffering his stomach felt so degrading. His fantasy was a complete nightmare he wanted to escape alive at least.

Murilo soon could not fight for life anymore. He sank beneath the stomach acid that was also degrading his flesh. He soon lost all oxygen as his body sank further, ending his life without a care. His body is now slowly being broken down to nutrients to be absorbed by his best friend's body. He simply reduced to nothing but a snack and resource for Kelvis's body.

Kelvis let out one large belch. Unknown to him, he belched the spirit of his former friend, expelling it from his body while Murilo's body was being decomposed for the nourishment of his own body. He smiled at that last burp. He looked at the shrink/growth ray next to him. "I think I need another snack like that. Tiny's are very tasty." He laughed.

[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.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: @pumbafeet2022

Rick couldn't believe it. Just where his friend was once standing was a pair of brand new flip flops. He was told that he would soon develop TF powers to change people into objects by his dad, but he didn't believe it was really true.

Henry found himself unable to move or speak. His body didn't feel right either. He felt split in two and a little more flat than before. His point of view was disconcerting. His close friend Rick looked like a giant compared to him. "What happened to me, Rick? Can you hear me?!" Yet no words were vocalized. It was only his thoughts and nothing more.

"Dude, I am so sorry. I thought my dad was lying about our family having the power to TF people into objects. I thought of turning you into a comfortable pair of flip flops." Rick paused, still in shock at what he had done. "And you literally became flip flops. I wlll talk to my dad to see how to reverse it." He paused again. He didn't know what to do about Henry being footwear. He thought at least trying him on won't be too bad since he looks like flip flops.

"Noooooo! Don't you dare wear me, dude!" Henry mentally screamed as he saw Rick's massive feet move towards him. "Stop it now!" He continued to mentally scream

Rick put one on and then the other. The flip flops felt good under his feet. They were more comfortable than any he previoiusly owned. "Wow, you feel better than normal flip flops, Henry." He paused at first feeling guilty for wearing his friend under his feet. Yet, to anyone else, they would look like normal flip flops. He would be the only one to know the difference. He finished getting dressed and walked back to his car to call his dad. Each step felt so good. He never had flip flops that felt this good to walk on.

Henry was in agony as each step was extremely painful. Even if Rick was standing still it made it worse. The fact that he hated being under his bare feet made it more torture. He could feel the surface beneath him like a stabbing in his back.

Rick called his dad. "Hey dad, I turned my friend into flip flops by accident. You was right. My TF ability kicked in."

"That's great son, about your TF abilities. Just be careful in using them." His dad replied. "Any questions about them?"

"Yeah, how do you change someone back to normal?" Rick asked over the phone.

"Good question. You have to do it within the first three minutes of changing someone into an inanimate object. Just think of what they were before and it happens." His dad instructed him. "But remember, you have to do it before three minutes is up." He reminded him.

"What happens after the three minutes?" Rick asked, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. It had already been twenty minutes since turning Henry into flip flops.

"Well, they are stuck as that object permanently. Sorry for your friend if it's been after three minutes. But at least you have new footwear to add to your collection." His dad remarked to his question.

"So Henry is stuck as my flip flops forever?" Rick asked to be sure.

"Yup." His dad replied.

"Thanks for the warning. I guess Henry is in my shoe collection now. Thanks dad." Rick hung up the phone call. "Sorry buddy, but I rather treat you as footwear so that I don't feel to bad for what I did. So from now on, you are just flip flops to me." He spoke down to the flip flops under his feet. He vow never to speak to them. That way he doesn't feel guilty.

"Noooooo! This is a nightmare." Henry mentally screamed as Rick pressed the gas pedal to start driving. Being reduced to footwear was bad enough, but to be forgotten as a person and only seen as an object under his feet was even worse. He didn't want to accept that his was his life now, even if there was nothing he could do to change his current fate.

If you was Rick, would you have felt guilty about Henry's fate once you found out it was permanent?

Yes

No

Rather be in Henry's position anyway

Voting ended onFeb 21

[hardmanfucker]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

You heard me. Tell them you aren’t coming and tell them it’s because I didn’t give you permission. Let me listen as you say it. It’s time you came out to your friends and family about how it is with us.

[puffinsplaces]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

Sometimes he just makes me kneel and kiss his cock out of reverence and respect for the sex organ that now organizes my entire existence as I look up to Him and tell him I love him.

[soulfulguyca]

[boss-mydominantyoungerboyfriend]

Let’s discuss your budget. You shouldn’t be spending as much as you are. Let me show you what you will now be allowed.

[swollenmuscles]

[gc8118]

See, Boss, I told you it would look much better on me.

[musclefoot]

[hd-deactivated]

You work extra hard for me to make sure I never have to work at all. Fair? Not really but hey, life is not fair, why should I be?

[lkrmacro]

Begging for it

linktr.ee/lkrmacro

[anon-sect]

The socks on the floor are alive, but the guy doesn't know it. https://www.tumblr.com/guysocksfeet/798898901756280832?source=share

[anon-sect]

Ken had been noticing the hot college jock in the gym. He had seen him in one of his classes, but the guy just mainly kept to himself. A few times that he noticed, he would wear flip flops to class. He saw amazing his feet look. They looked so perfect. The fantasy of being a foot slave at his feet was in his mind quite a few times. But the guy was totally straight and was seen chatting with the ladies a lot. Yet, that didn't stop the fantasy in his mind. He so wanted to be close to his feet.

Ken eventually found out where his dorm room was through someone who used to room with him. He managed to get there without causing suspcision. He took out a small organge pill out of his pocket. He thought of what he wanted to be and swallowed the pill. At first nothing happened, but he felt the change. He shrunk rapidly and turned all white. His skin turned cotton as became flat and hollow. He then split into two. He laid on the floor unable to move or speak. The desired result happened. He was a pair of white socks. All he had to do was wait now.

Trevor came back to his dorm room and found a pair of whitse socks left on the floor. "I thought I put all my socks up." He said to himself. He thought to himself, they look rather clean, too clean. He put them on his feet as he got ready to go to the gym.

Ken was in foot heaven being wrapped around his feet. The best part was the guy had no clue the socks he was wearing is a person.

Trevor put on his favorite gym sneakers and headed to the gym. For some reason, his shoes felt more comfortable then before. The sneakers are usually a little uncomfortable, but today, they were feeling just right. He couldn't figure out why, especially since the insole are so worn down, but they were his favorite gym shoes.

Ken was in extreme pain as the insoles beneath him were so uncomfortable. He could tell they were used a lot. The odor in the sneakers was also a testament on how often the sneakes were worn. The pain was horrible with each step. The pressure of the guy's weight bearing down on him was tremendous. Anyone else would be complaining, but not him. He wanted this. He wanted to be close to his feet so badly.

Trevor returned from the gym two hours later. His feet felt so good. He never had this experience with these sneakers in a long while. He realized it was the socks he was wearing. Somehow, they were comforting his feet in extreme conditions. He would make these his favorite pair to wear often.

TWO WEEKS LATER......

Trevor sees a notification of a missing student who had been mising for two weeks now. They were asking if anyone knew about his whereabouts. He hope they find the missing student as he scrolled through his phone.

Ken was loving is new life. He worshipped his new owner. Master Trevor nearly wore him every day to almost everywhere. At first it was just the gym only, then it started to be all day long. He would absorb all his sweat and musk and was loving every bit of it. This was his life now and he wasn't going back to his old one. He worshipped Master Trevor and his perfect straight feet. Again the best part was that his master was completely unaware of his real existence. To him, he was his favorite pair of socks to wear and nothing more. But to Ken, he was happy to be wrapped around his master's feet anytime he wore him.

[macho-viril-deactivated20230820]

[herethedog]

Me having a good time = your dream come true.

you may thank your stars.

[thebeardedpassenger]

[coachgrunt]

Now what was it you needed to tell me in private buddy?

[dariant-twine]

That I really want you to shrink me and slowly grind me into a smear under your huge, sexy, booted foot…

[anon-sect]

My best friend moved to his new house but the problem is that the house doesn't have toilet. I love my best friend so much. Can you TF me into his toilet please? I have to be his permanent toilet.

[anon-sect]

Jensen was so happy for his best friend when he got his first house. He had been living in apartments for a long time and had been wanting to a house for a change. He was estactic over the news that he asked to help him move things into place.

On the day of moving in, everything was going smoothly. He didn't have a whole lot to move in since he was moving from a one bedroom apartment into a four bedroom house. Jenseen had place the boxes where Harry told him to. Once all the boxes were in, both sat on the couch.

Harry got up to go used the bathroom in the master bedroom. "Damn!" He exclaimed as the toilet wasn't working. It wasn't flushing at all. when he had the house inspected, it worked. He wondered what could have happened.

Jensen heard his best friend scream. He came to the master bedroom. "What's wrong?" He asked him.

"The toilet is broke. It was working when I had the house inspected. I can't have my toilet for the master bedroom not working the very first day I move in." Harry said, a little upset over it. "Haivng to pay a plumber to fix it after all the money I spent on the new furniture I ordered is going to be difiicult." He added.

Jensen wanted to help his friend out. He really love his best friend so much, espeically since they both hung out a lot. He would to anything for his best friend. "Maybe I can fix your toilet." He offered.

"You're a plumber as well? Last time I thought, you weren't in that field of expertise." Harry said, a little confused on how Jensen was going to fix it.

"Just hear me out. Merge me with the toilet and I can get it to work." He said as he pulle out his phone and open up his special app. He put in teh setting for merge than transformation. He showed Harry the screen. "I will sit on the toilet and you will hit the flash option. Okay." He then sat on the toilet.

"Wait, you are telling me that you will merge with my broken toilet and make it work? Won't that be permanent? Or could I unmerge you from it?" He asked being curious before hitting the flash option.

"More than likely permanent. But it will never break again." Jensen spoke, waiting on Harry to hit the flash.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked to be sure this was what he wanted. He saw him nodd. He hit the flash. Instantly, Jensen was gone, but the toilet remained. He pulled down the lever. He saw the toilet was flushing again. "Wow it really worked. You got my toilet working without me having to cal a plumber." He said.

Jensen was glad to help his best friend. He would make sure the toilel never stopped working ever again. This would be especially true since he was litterally the toilet now. The only way to unmerge him was if Harry never used him.

Harry then realized why he came to the bathroom. He hesitated a little before unzipping his shorts. Jensen was his toilet now, but he had to pee. He pulled out his dick and released hot piss into the mouth of the toilet. When he was done, he zipped up his shorts and flushed the new toilet. "Thanks for fixing my toilet, buddy. I really appreaciate that. Anyway, I will be back to use you again." He said as he walked out of the bathroom and turned off the lights. Jensen was a toilet now. He may as well treat him as such, he thought to himself.

The deed was done. His best friend's hot piss had sealed the merge. There was no way to change him back. Being a toilet, he had no way of telling his friend what he had done. Yet, he wanted to help him anyway. Having to be his toilet migh not be too bad, he thought to himself as he was left in a dark bathroom, waiting to be used again.

[poilus]

[hd-deactivated]

Don’t be jealous, you’ll have your share too, when u earn it. For now, u can only watch it all going down the drain. Crying won’t help u, even though I do like you suffering on your knees by my side

[worshipmasculinity]

[atyourfeet88-deactivated2022110]

“I have every intention of completely ruining your life, cunt. By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know what a filthy, pathetic, foot-licking faggot pig you are. You’ll have no one left but Me. No family, no friends, just My feet. How does that sound, bitch? You’d give up every single person in your life for Me, wouldn’t you? Yeaaaah you would, faggot. I fucking own you. Now get my foot stink all over your face while I start brainstorming ways to tell your Dad what a deviant fuckup you are.”