My Fetish World

My primary blog is @anon-sect. I am mainly here to share my love for TF and kink stories. I really am not looking for any BDSM masters to serve. I just love writing stories online and shari ng them with others. I display my kink Fetish of foot worship, foot Dom, foot sub, TF stories and tiny verses giant Fetish. Feel free to message me directly or an anonymous ask if you want any kind of story you want me to write.

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Hey! Hello there! Would love to see a sock transformation story where the main character and his boyfriend both get transformed into socks against their will, suffering at the sweaty feet of their new owner (maybe an angry neighbor who secretly envies their love and relationship). When they think that their suffering can't be any worse, their owner also starts using them as cum-socks! The sadistic owner also seems to enjoy cumming on their sock bodies and immediately putting them back on his feet! From this day forward, they would only know the cock, feet and shoes/sneakers of their captor. Their pleas for help would only motivate the owner to pump more cum and sweat into them! And the only liquids they would taste are their new owner sweat and cum (often, both at the same time!)

Anyway, I love your work :3

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Zac and Xavier left the movies after having dinner just prior. It was the perfect date night for the both of them. He was looking forward to even more fun time when they get back at the apartment. Xavier had moved in with him about a month ago. It was the best idea he ever had, asking his boyfriend to move in with him. He thought days with Xavier could not get any better. Each day was great waking up next to him in bed.

As both of them were walking down the street, Zac noticed a guy walking behind them but not close. He would glance back every now and then.

"I think that guy is following us." Zac expressed to Xavier in a low whisper as he held his hand.

'Who? The guy behind us?" Xavier looked briefly back and then forward again. He saw Zac nod. "What do we do?"

"Let's see if he really is following us." Zac had an idea. "Follow me." He guided Xavier in a different direction down another street that was less populated and no one around. As they went down the street, both saw that guy coming behind them, but still not too close. Both turned around.

"You have a problem? I have noticed you followig us. Why?" Zac bodly asked, confronting the stranger.

"Yeah, you two interupted my movie experience with you both kissing in the movie threatre. It really pissed me off." Blakeley spoke as he took out his phone. "Two guys kissing in public isn't right."

"Well, it's 2026, get with the program, accept it or just piss off, oka." Xavier wasn't liking the stranger's tone or attitude.

"I know just how to fix this." Blakeley put in the setting on the app and pointed the camera at the two gay guys. "Say cheese, losers." He hit the flash option.

Zac saw the flash and everything changed in an instant. He couldn't move or speak. He felt hollowed out and slightly flattened on the outside. His body felt extremely soft. He soon felt a hand lifting him up with ease. He wanted to move but couldn't.

"What's happening?" Zac mentally spoke being man handled by a massie hand.

Blakeley lifted up the pair of socks from the ground. He then heard their thoughts of confusion. The setting worked perfectly. He could tell they didn't know what was going on. He balled both up and stuffed them in his pocket and walked home. Two homos were now off the street, and he felt satisfied about it. The best part was that no one was around to know what happened to them. They really played right into his hands so easily.

Xavier didn't like the situation at all. He felt his body being balled up and stuffed into something small and contraining. "Zac, what's going on? I can't move or speak. Where are we?" He mentally asked, but no words came out. He couldn't even hear Zac. All he could hear was voice of others around, but no way to reach out for help.

Zac felt like he was in a constraining prison for ages until he finally saw daylight. He found himself laying on some bed somewhere. "Xavier, are you there? I don't know what happend to us. Babe, can you here me?" He asked mentally, but heard nothing. All he heard was the stranger's voice they both saw prior talking to himself or maybe to them.

Blakeley was due to go to the gym. He decided to break in his new socks. "Time for you two to get to know my feet. Gym time is the perfect situation for that." He laughed as he put on his workout shorts and shirt. He grabbed his socks and put them on his feet without a second thought. He wiggled his toes in them. They felt so good on his feet. "I am definitely keeping you two. Most comfortable pair of socs I have ever worn." He laughed again.

"Noooooo! Change us back now. This is wrong. We have rights. We aren't socks! We are people." Zac mentally screamed. He now realized what he and Xavier were. He also realized why he couldn't here him. His boyfriend was also a sock. And both of them were literally on the stranger's feet against their will.

"You are so wron for this. You can't do this to people you disagree with. Change us back now! I demand it.! Can you hear me?!" Xavier mentally exclaimed in outrage at where he was. It was a nightmare. He could taste and smell the guy's foot as though the whole thing was in his mouth. It was disgusting.

Blakeley laughed at the mental thoughts he heard from his socks. "Forget it, you two homos. I own you now, or should I say my feet own you now. No one is going to know where you are but me. Gym time, losers." He put on his favorite sneakers that reeked of his foot odor. "Enjoy the smell." He laughed as he tied the shoe strings, gathered his gym back and left to go workout.

Zac felt like he wanted to puke. The odor saturated all the insides of the sneaker including the insole. There was no escape from it. Being walked on was so painful. He had never felt such pain before. He mentally screamed in agony. It was like he was in hell. It was torture beyond his imagination. He only hope this was the worse of it.

Thirty minutes into his workout, Blakeley could tell his socks were begging for mercy. Their tortured thoughts amused him. He finally had two homos in thier place, right under his feet. Serves you right for ruining my movie experience, he thought to himself as he continued to work out.

Zac saw it got worse. He was forced to absorb and suck on his owner's foot sweat. Existence as a sock was horrible. The fact that his owner took pleasure in their torture was cruel. There was no escape from the strong foot odor. Now there was no escape from the foot sweat as he was wrapped around his owner's foot. "Please show mercy." He mentally pleaded. He knew his owner could hear his thoughts, but chose not to respond. It was bad enough they couldn't scream for help. They were completely captured and owned by the straight jock using them as footwear.

Blakeley got home from the gym after an hour and a half workout. His socks were so sweaty. Yet he rather enjoyed how his socks complained about their new life on his feet.

Xavier thought their nightmare could know any more degradation. Being reduced to a sock, having being walked on, forced to suck foot sweat and smell horrible foot stench was the worse. He couldn't imagine it getting any worse than that.

Blakeley sat on on his bed. He removed both sweaty socks. He then had another idea to further degrade his new socks. "Time to really break you both into your new life as my socks." He laughed as he removed his shorts and underwear. He placed one sock over his cock and started to stroke. He loved the feel of his sweaty sock over his cock. It drove him hard. After toying with his sock, he finally cum inside it. He spread hot cum all inside it. He heard the sock screaming for him to stop, but that made him more want to keep going. It was so much fun, he didn't want the othe sock to be left out. He had plent of cum to spare for both.

Zac felt so degraded to not only be used on the stranger's feet, but also as a cum rag on his cock. He loved sucking his boyfriend, but this was completely different situation. He was being forced to suck a stranger's cum. "No fair. Please change us back. I beg of you." He mentally begged, hoping for freedom.

Xavier now saw it was worse than earlier. He was stuck and forced on a stranger's cock completely against his will. He couldn't even hear his boyfriend since both were socks. It was the worst nightmare he could have ever imagined.

Blakeley laughed as he placed both socks back on the bed. "I think I will wear you two every day. It will definitely amuse me." he walked to the bathroom to take his shower not giving a care about his new socks or how they felt. They simply were his socks now. Combining his cum made it permanent. There was no way to change them back now.

Two months later, Blakeley took a picture of himself wearing his favorite pair of socks. He had worn them for two months straight. So far they haven't worn down yet. He was amazed how his human transformed socks held up for so long already. Every complaint and plea for freedom and mercy urged him more and more to sweat in them and use as a cum radg nearly every night and sometimes after the gym. They were his fun and entertainment. They simply were his socks and nothing else, not even human anymore as far as he was concerned.

[spencer-kicks]

It may be hot in Phoenix. But these Air Command Forces are hotter.

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Picture source: Instagram account @stompysmusher

Jason and Kyle sat on the couch watching a movie on the TV. It was a movie they had been looking forward to seeing together since both had to day off. While on the floor, they completely ignored the toy being pressed on by their pairs of socked feet. Both took turns pressing their socked toes on the face of the toy under their feet. They found it relaxing in a way.

Jason noticed Kyle looking at him as though he had something on his mind. "What you thinking about?"

Kyle looked briefly down at their feet and back at him. "Just that you really had a loser for an ex. Just look at him down there, all trapped while we just simply relaxing."

Jason laughed a little. "It's his own fault. I tried to get him to leave even after revealing our relationship." He paused as he presed his toes on their toy's face. "He simply begged to stay. He even tried to get me to leave you and go back to him. As if I would even do that." He added.

"But as our toy though is kind of bad. Don't you think?" Kyle laughed.

"Like I said, he begged to stay with me. He simply said he would do anything to stay and not be without me." Jason smirked, pressing down on the toy under there feet.

Mike honestly didn't expect his exboyfriend to literally shrink him and treat him like a toy under their feet. He was hoping that Jason would have given them one more chance. He hated seeing him with Kyle. He hates it even more now that he continues to see him with Kyle and that both use him as plaything under their feet.

"Jason babe, I promise Ieave and not bother you ever again." Mike pleaded under the feet of his masters. It had already been eight months since he was shrunken and kept as a toy by the couple. He was forced to worship their giant feet on a daily. Many times were just like now. They would sit above just relaxing while he would suffer under there feet. The worst was when either of them came from the gym. They would make him lick their gym sweat off their feet.

"I gave you that chance before you begged to stay." Jason spoke condescending to him.

"Toys don't get to complain." Kyle added, enjoying pressing his toes into their toy's face. "Besides, you got what you wanted. You got to stay and enjoy me with your former boyfriend." He laughed.

"He was my boyfriend before you took him from me." Mike complained as giant toes forced his head down on the floor.

"Yeah, but he is mine now and you are our toy and foot slave." Kyle responded back with a smirk.

Seriously, you two." Jason paused. "Besides, our toy know it's place, right beneath our feet. So stop asking about leaving. Until Kyle get's bored of you, better get used to this life." He added.

"And I won't be bored any time soon, litle toy. Now continue to worship your masters feet and do it silently. We are trying to watch a movie." Kyle applied more pressure with his toes. he could feel tiny breathes under his socked toes. He smirked.

Mike saw he really didn't have a choice. He had to obey his ex and his lover. Had he left before all of this, he would not have been a toy to both Jason and Kyle. He saw that Kyle enjoyed it even more than Jason did. Kyle especially loved using him when he played his game system when Jason wasn't home. Being a toy to his ex's lover was the worse. He could only hope that they would release him some day. But that look like it might never happen as the happy couple enjoyed keeping their toy under their feet.

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Picture source: Instagram account @jdisco2.0

Dean had a long day at work, espcially being on his feet most of the day. The breaks that he does have, he sits in his car with his shoes and socks off to air them out in his car. This particular day was one to fhe most annoying ones. He had dealings with a rude customer that wasn't a pleasent experience. The guy would not let up and kept saying that the customer is always right. Even though in this instance, he was so wrong. Yet, he handled the situation. The customer was taken care of, and he enjoyed the rest of his work day.

Dean laid his keys down in the bowl on the table near his door. He went to his den and sat down on his couch. He turned on the TV to watch one of his favorite shows that comes on around the time that he gets home from work. It was one of the best ways for him to relax after on long day of being on his feet.

Dean still had his boots on. He wiggled his toes in his socks. He then realized that he didn't clean socks to wear to work this morning. He wore his boots without socks when he left home. Yet, the day did provide a pair of fresh clean socks for him to wear. They felt really good on his feet. He wondered if his socks like their new purpose on his feet. They were more useful this way then complaining about issues at work that he couldn't help with.

Dean untied his boots and started to remove them from his foot. He could tell that his socks were a little sweaty from being in his boots almost half the day. Yet, they were super soft and comfortable. They were the best pair of socks he had ever worn. Sadly, he didn't even know the guy's name before turning him into socks. It was a good thing no one was around when he did it. No one would have noticed a missing annoying customer, at least no one asked about him before he left work.

"I bet you wish you were nicer to those who try to help you. How does if feel to be on my feet?" Dean said to his new pair of socks. He had initially wanted to wear him until the end of the work day and change him back to normal. But he had completely forgotten to do so when he was just one block away from home. There was no going back to work only to turn his socks back to normal. His new socks just would have to come home with him.

Hugh thought the stinky prison would never end. The boots smelled bad. He could tell the guy had worn them a lot. He didn't expect the employee to literally turn him into a pair of socks. He tried calling for help to anyone around, but he had no means to vocalize his plea for rescue. He could hear the employee chatting with his other coworkers and other customers.

Hugh found being walked on over and over was just as bad as the stinky boots. It was extremely painful with each step. It was like torture with no end in sight. As his owner's feet began to sweat, he was forced to taste every drop of sweat, absorbing all of it. His sock bodies reeked of musky feet funk. It was truly no escape from the odor. He only got some relief when the boots came off. Yet, still it wasn't much relief. He was still wrapped around the guy's feet. He was being treated like a common pair of socks and nothing more. It was degrading to be reduced to some stranger's footwear while others were completely unaware of his plight. He only hoped the guy would change him back to normal soon.

1Dean yet felt a bit of a rush at work ever since changing the guy into a pair of socks. He had never done that in public before. No one had the slightest clue that a guy was trapped on his feet in his favorite pair of boots. No one even questioned about a missing customer. It was like he completely vanished and no one noticed at all. He could literally keep his new pair of socks and no one would know this diffrence. He loved wiggling is toes in his new pair of socks. They really felt good on his feet.

Hugh wanted to vocalize his mistreatment as a pair of socks, his disgust of having been walked on almost the whole day and being forced to suck up and suck on his foot sweat unwillingly. It was a nightmare. He was a person, not an inanimate object to be used and abused by some stranger. The toe wiggling made it even more embarrassing for him, because it showed he was at the mercy of some stranger's bare feet. He was powwerless, and there was nothing he could even do about it.

"This isn't right. I am a person, not a pair of socks for you to wear. Please change me back! I don't want to be like this forever." Hugh mentally pleaded, hoping the guy could hear his thoughts.

Dean thought about it the more he relaxed at home in his new socks. No one noticed one customer mysteriously vanished or even asked about him. Even if someone did ask, the area he was in had no camera coverage and no one was present when he changed him into a pair of socks. Any search would not lead back to him. There wasn't a need to lose a good pair of socks. He was honestly giving the annoying customer purpose now, he reasoned in his mind.

"You know. You really are too comfortable to change back. Who knew turning people into socks was a really good idea. I wonder how long you will last on my feet, days, months, years, maybe." Dean said to his socks as he deleted the revert data from the app. He hoped this pair would last a very long time. Normal socks never felt this good on feet. He began to wonder if there was a way to prolong his new socks's usefulness, at least until he got another pair of human transformed socks.

"NOOOOOOO!" Hugh mentally screamed. This he did not want. Days, months or even years as a stranger's pair of socks was far worse than any nightmare he could ever imagine. "PLEASE CHANGE ME BACK. I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS FOREVER!" He mentally pleaded, seeing the same result. The stranger didn't hear single thought or plea. He was forever at the mercy of the employee he was so rude to. He now regret he said such harsh words to him. He mentally wept over his fate as his owner just sat there and relaxed at his expense.

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Picture source: @brewstermn

Anonymous Requested Story

Ronny always admired his older brother. He would often go into his room when he wasn't home. A few times, Luke would warn him about being in his room when he wasn't there. It was just that he greatly adored his big brother even though they were only about three years apart in age. He would put things back like normal to make it look like he wasn't in his room at all to make sure he didnt' get caught. But he also had a back up plan in case Luke came home while he was there. He just hoped he never had to use it. It was a risky back up plan.

One day while observing Luke's figurine collection on the shelf above his desk, he heard him coming back home, heading straight towards his bedroom.

Ronny didn't have time to leave before not being noticed by his big brother. Luke had warned him if he caught him in his bedroom without permission one more time.

Ronny took out the blue TF pill and swallowed it. He thought about a pair of boots. He just hoped the transformation was fast acting. He was lucky that it was. By the time Luke push the door open, all he would see was a pair of boots on the floor. He decided as soon as Luke left, he would change back to normal. His big brother would never know.

Luke walked into his room. He had to change clothes. He had a date with a young lady in two hours. He went to his closet and picked out his outfit. He then looked at his shoes to find the perfect ones that would go with his attire. None seem to match. He then noticed a brand new pair of boots randomly sitting on the floor near his desk.

Luke picked up the boots and examined them. "I wonder when I bought these." He pondered. He smelled them. They had that fresh footwear scent. "Looks like I have never worn them. That fresh scent is going to change today." He noticed they would go perfect with his outfit. He placed the boots in an empty shoe box and placed it under his bed as he went to go take a quick shower.

Ronny tried to change back but couldn't. Being in the box prevented him. He quickly realize that Luke would soon be wearing him without even know what his new boots really were. He tried over and over to change back before Luke was done and started getting ready for his date.

After drying off, Luke got dressed. He then pulled the box from under his bed. He smelled the boot again. He like the fresh smell, but like all his other footwear, after one day it would reek of his strong foot odor. He put the boots on his feet and grabbed his keys to go pick up his date at her house.

Ronny was in pain has Luke's feet crushed his insole face over and over with each step. He could feel the hard floor beneath the soles of his boots form. He felt Luke wiggling his toes on his insole face. He felt so dominated by his big brother completely unaware.

"Wow, these boots feel great. I wonder where I got them from. I definitely have to buy another pair." Luke got into his truck as he drove to pick up his date. He especially love the comfort of the insoles. He just kept wiggling his toes on them. He never felt such comfort from a pair of boots before. He thought about wearing them the next couple of days to break them in.

Ronny saw that this was a horrible idea. The pressure of his brother stepping on him was extreme. He could hear the young lady chatting with his brother and them conversing in his truck while he was at the mercy of Luke's feet the entire time. "Luke, I am here on your feet. Can you hear me?! You have to take me off your feet, please!" He tried to say, but no words were vocalized. He couldn't move on his own either. He would only go where his brother's feet carried him.

The date seemed to go on for an enternity in his site, but he was glad when Luke finally came home. Ronny saw he started to smell like his brother's feet already.

Luke took off his boots and smelled one. His odor was already there now. He smiled. He placed them back in the shoe box and back under his bed. He was definitely wearing them tomorrow. He needed to fully break them in for sure.

Three days later, Luke was at a party chilling with his friends.

"Hey, have you found your little brother yet?" Mark asked him.

"No, he went missing about two days ago. He sometimes hangs with his friends though. And he is twenty-four years old." Luke paused. "If I don't hear from him in the next few days, I will be worried." He added. He was used to Ronny spending whole weeks with his friends, so he didn't worry much.

"I am sure he will turn up then." Jason added. "Have you called him?"

"That's the thing. He left his phone in his room. So, I can't call him. But he has done that before too." Luke sounded sure that his brother was safe with one of his friends. There was no need to worry. He continued to enjoy the party in his new favorite pair of boots.

"Big Bro, can you hear me?! I am down here! It's been two days already and I reek of your feet. Can you hear me!" Ronny kept trying to reach out to his brother. Luke had worn him the last two days. The previous day, he nearly wore him all day long. His brother's big feet owned his very existence. Each time he would be placed back in the shoe box preventing him from changing back to normal. He could only hope that his brother would leave him out just once. But from the way his brother talked about his new boots in private. He knows that might be a while before he can get the opportunity to change back.

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Picture source: @scd78

Greg was worried. He had not seen his roommate Will in almost two weeks. He had know that he went on vacation for a few days, but he was supposed to be back by now. As he was on the couch, he recieved a text from a strange number he didn't recongize.

'Who is this,' Greg texted back.

'Do you know Will?' Greg received back. He thought that was strange. He began to wonder what was going on.

'Yes, I know Will. He is my roommate.' Greg waited for a response. It felt like almost five minutes.

'I have your roommate. Send $2,000.00 to the provide account, and I will return him. If not, he certainly will still be useful.' Greg was confused at what the text could mean. He had to know more.

'What do you mean useful?' Greg texted back in response.

Greg recieved a picture in the response of a guy posting a picture of his socked foot, along with a video of Will being shrunken and reshaped into a pair of socks that looked just like the ones on the guy's foot in the first picture sent.

'He has been a great pair of socks. Like I said, send $2000.00 to the provided account, and you get him back. Otherwise, he remains in my sock collection.' Came the response after the picture and video.

Greg watched the video again and again. It was definitely the same pair of socks from the picture. His roommate was stuck as some stranger's pair of socks. He began to questioned what he should do. He didn't know how Will got himself in that situation. And that was a lot of money to send to some random stranger to get his roommate back. But he needed to make a decision. He text back his response.......

If you are Greg, what will you do?

Send the money to rescue your rommate

Don't send any money, let your roommate be some stranger's pair of socks forever

Be interested in how you could join your roommate in his sock collection

Voting ended onJul 27

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Picture source: @spencer-kicks

Tom was so excited. He had been chatting with his Dom for over a month. Kenny finally agreed to let him come in person at last, but there was only one condition. Kenny was going to tell him the condition when he arrived. The deal was that he he had to agree to abide by the condition regardless. Tom wondered what it was, but at the same time it didn't matter currently. He was getting to serve his Dom in person at last. He took a couple of days off from work for the trip. He was told by Kenny that he was to take a train and he would pick him up from the train station. Tom obeyed the instructions from his Dom.

When the train arrived at it's destination. He gathered the one bag he was told to bring with him and exited the train. He saw Kenny waiting for him. He approached. "Hi Sir."

"Follow me." Kenny instructed as Tom followed behind him submissively. When he got to his car he turned to face him. "Now kiss my shoes for gratitude for being here." He smirked.

Tom got on all fours and kissed his Dom's sneakers several times. As soon as Kenny opened the back door, he got in the car. It was a silent trip almost all the way to his house.

"Can I know the conditions now, Sir?" Tom got to courage to ask. He really wanted to know exactly what he had agreed to do.

"I will tell you when we get to my place," Kenny paused. "Besides, you agreed to it before even knowing what it is So it doesn't matter at this point to tell you yet."

As soon as Kenny pulled up into his garage. He got out of the car and opened the back door. "Come, it's time for you to know now." He instructed.

Tom followed Kenny inside the nice house. His Dom instructed him to get back on all fours and lick his sneakers. He did as he was told without question, even though the leather tasted nasty and was in need of cleaning. But at least he was serving in person at last.

"How long did you take off, boy?" Kenny asked as he watched his owned sub clean his sneakers.

"Just two days. I don't have any other leave time left, Sir." Tom paused between licking his Dom's sneakers. "I have to be back to work the day after tomorrow." He added.

Kenny opened up the app on his phone. "That isn't long enough for what I have planned." He pointed the phone camera down at his sub and hit the flash option. A pair of Addias now appeared on the floor where is sub was. "The condition was to be my new sneakers, boy." He smirked as he picked them up off the floor and went to his bedroom.

Tom wanted to worship his Dom's feet, but never imagined he would literally be sneakers. If he had known that part, he might not have readily agreed before hand. "I hope just for the two days, Sir." He mentally said, but no vocal sound came out. He couldn't even move on his own. He was stuck in this form.

"Time to break you in." Kenny tried on his new sneakers. They felt so good. The level of comfort from the insoles were great. He wiggled his toes in his new sneakers. "This is awesome. I am loving my new sneakers." He spoke to himself.

Tom saw his Dom's feet resting on his insole face, pressing down with each step. This was a bit too much for him. It was painful having his face crushed under his feet each time. He could feel whatever surface his Dom stepped on under the soles of his sneaker bodies. He wanted to worship his feet but not like this. He just hoped the next day he would be changed back. He needed to report back to work.

Nine days later, Tom found himself worn each day under his Dom's feet. He now reeked of a strong foot odor of his Master and Dom. His insole face had completely molded to his owner's feet. He soon became numb to the pain of being crushed each day. He had given up hope of ever seeing his human life ever again after the fourth day of being sneakers. His Dom had stopped speaking to him after the third day and just treated him like common footwear. It was only supposed to be foot worship for two days. This had been way longer than that. He had not anticipated this

"It has bee over a week now. It was only suppose to be a couple of days. Please change me back, please......" Tom mentally pleaded, hoping his Dom would show some mercy of letting him go.

Kenny enjoyed his new sneakers. They were a great addition to his collection of subs he turned into his sneaker collection. He couldn't wait till the next sub decides to fall into the same trap. He could use another pair of human transformed footwear. He looked down his sneakers which had been broken in nicely.

"Welcome to my sneaker collection, sub. You should have known you would not be leaving once I have a good pair of shoes." He laughed as he continued on with his day.

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The heat and humidity left these Adidas quite sweaty after my husband and I walked around the neighborhood.

I doubt that bothers you, though.

[spencer-kicks]

Some old Jordans of mine. Over a decade worth of dirt and grime plastered to those formally bright yellow treads.

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Picture source: @coolnelson92

Deonte was surprised to be on vacation with his coworker Tanner. They had a working relationship, but didn't get close untill about a month ago. When Tanner offered to take him on his vacation, he was shocked, but didn't turn it down either.

Three days into the vacation, Deonte was enjoying the getaway along with Tanner. It was still a few more days to go before both had to return to work. He saw that Tanner had something he wanted to tell him by the look he would get sometimes.

"Go ahead and spit it out. You want to tell me something. I know it." Deonte waited for him to respond. He was curious.

"Wow, I was that obvious?" Tanner asked. He saw Deonte nod his head. "Okay. It's about work. Frank is retiring. They are looking for a new supervisor to replace him." He revealed finally. This was part of the reason why he brought Deonte along for his vacation.

Deonte was interested in what that had to do with him. "So, I am sure they are outsourcing for a new person."

"No, they have already thought about his replacement." Tanner paused. "It's down between you and me for the selection. They hadn't decided yet." He added.

"Wow, how did you found out?" Deonte immediately asked.

"I asked around." Tanner paused. "Anyway, I want to get the position and make it easier on them to decide at the same time."

"It comes down to may the best man win." Deonte shrugged his shoulders.

"You're right." Tanner had planned for this. He opened up the app on his phone. The setting was preset. He pointed his phone camera at Deonte. "Time to go relax and have a beer, buddy." He hit the flash option. A beer bottle now was on the floor. He placed the beer in the frig to get cool first.

Deonte found that he couldn't move or speak. He felt a hand easily picking him up. "Tanner, what's going on?!" Nothing vocalized at all. He then felt a sudden cold. He was in the frig. He realized what happened. He was some kind of beverage. He saw the frig light turn off as the door closed.

Deonte felt like it was an etenity in cold and darkness before he finally saw light again. His liquid insides felt frigid cold. He felt Tanner's hand grab him. The top was lifted off his bottle form.

"No, please don't drink me." Deonte mentally pleaded, hoping for some sort of mercy.

Tanner took several sips of his human transfomed beer. "Wow, you taste so good. I think I will enjoy you outside." He went to relax near the water. He sat on one of the chairs and propped up his feet. He sat his beer down on the ground.

"Please don't drink any more of me! Change me back before I am completely gone, pleaase! Can you hear me?!" Deonte pleaded. He felt earlier of his liquid insides going down Tanner's throat and into his stomach to be consumed. It was a nightmare. Tanner was devouring him in order to get the promotion, completely removing him from the selection.

Tanner let out a relaxing sigh. "This is the life. A nice vacation and enjoying a beer with my buddy, or should I say my buddy as my beer." He laughed as he picked up his beer bottle and drunk more. He love the taste of his beer. He wanted to savor every bit of it. Yet it was a taste of victory as well. With Deonte gone, he would definitely get the supervisor position that will be available soon. He continued to drink Deonte down until there was only left one swallow in the bottle.

Deonte only saw a swallow of himself left. The rest of him was stewing in Tanner's stomach. He mentally wept as he realized he will soon be completely gone for good, and there was nothing he could do about it. He watched in horror as the last swallow went down Tanner's throat and mouth. The very last of himself cosumed and reduced to nothing in Tanner's stomach.

Tanner let of a belch as the last of the beer was gone. He tosseed the empty bottle in the nearest trash can. He smiled as the competition was now devoured in his stomach. The supervisor position was definitely his now.

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[anon-sect]

Henry looked up at his roommate Tony as he was relaxing on the chair with his socked feet extended towards him. He saw him wiggling his toes. Ever since Tony found out about his secret fetish, he offered to pay his portion of the rent in exchange for something else, be his personal foot slave in the apartment for as long as he wanted.

"Look at you down there." Tony smirked. "Time to pay your portion of the rent now." He wiggled his toes in Henry's face. "Or should I tell our friends how you live here without paying normal rent." He suggested.

Henry didn't want the others knowing about the secret arrangement. He started massaging Tony's feet and sniffing his socks. He showed that he was hating the arrangement, but secretly, he loved it. Being Tony's foot slave became his life after initially hating it. Tony promised to keep the arrangement a secret as long as he was a good foot slave.

"You make me want to think you dislike this, but I know you too well." Tony smirked while watching TV. "You love it, foot boy." He laughed at his pathetic foot slave roommate reverently worshipping his feet.

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Jake had just finished eating his lunch at his office desk. He noticed that it had a strange taste to it, but he ignored that feeling. Soon, his stomach felt strange. Suddenly, his entire office started to look bigger than before. As the seconds went by, the office got even larger. He then realized that he was shrinking. He didn't know how it happened. He then heard someone knock on his office door. He heard the door open. By the time the person came around his desk, he was a tiny figure in his desk chair. He looked up to see one of his employees staring down at him, smiling.

Nick saw the shrinking powder he had put in his cruel supervisor's lunch had worked. Jake was always picking on him at work, and he wanted to put him in his place in a special way.

"Well, look at you. Not so big to pick on someone now." Nick said as he picked up Jake from off the chair seat.

"Nick, something happened to me. I don't know how it occurred." Jake felt powerless in Nick's hand. He was too weak to put up any amount of strength against his employee.

"I know." Nick smirked. "It was me. Just a little shrinking powder was all I needed." He laughed a little as he placed Jake on top of his desk. He took off his one of his shoes and sock. He brought along with him some tape. "This is going to be so much fun." He smirked as he grabbed Jake.

"Hey, what are you about to do with me?!" Jake asked, not liking the situation. He would often torment Nick at work; he didn't expect this situation to ever occur. He would have been nicer if he had.

"You are about to see." Was all that Nick said as he held Jake up against his foot. He then took several pieces of tape and taped him to his foot. "Time to get back to work, as you always say." He laughed as he put his sock back on his foot and put his shoe back on. He walked out of Jake's office with a smile. He could feel slight squirming in his shoe. It amused him. 'Struggle all you want; you aren't getting out of there until I say so' He thought to himself as he went back to his desk to finish the rest of his workday. No one would even guess what happened to their supervisor, that's for sure.

Jake could barely squirm as the tape held him in place. He was too weak at his current size. As the day wore on, Nick's feet got sweaty in the thick socks. He continued to squirm and struggle, but the tape would not relent. Even if he could be free of the tape, he was trapped inside his sock. There was no escape. "Let me know, Nick. I am sorry, okay. Let me out!" He screamed but saw that his voice was muffled by the sock and shoe. No one heard him at all, not even Nick.

Several hours later, Nick ended his workday. He drove to his favorite gym. He changed into his gym shoes but did not remove his socks. He completely ignored the struggling and squirming of his tiny captive under his foot.

Jake found himself force to endure the constant pounding on the treadmill as Nick started with a nice jog that soon turned into a full running. The pounding over and over under his foot was a foot fetish nightmare. The pain he felt of constantly being crushed over and over was horrible. He was relieved when Nick finally got off the treadmill. All the rest of the time that his captor worked out, he was forced to lick foot sweat and smell a funky foot odor. "Nick, please take me out. I had enough, please!" He pleaded, but still his voice as muffled by the sock and shoe. "Someone, help me, please!" He continued to scream yet no one heard his call for help all the while his captor workout in the gym.

Nick got home from the gym an hour and a half later. He took of his shoes and socks. He looked at the tiny still taped to his bare foot. "How did you like your first day as my toy?" He laughed, wiggling his toes.

"Please, Nick. Whatever I did, I am sorry." Jake pleaded. "Just let me go, I promise I won't be a pain at work anymore." He tried to convince Nick to finally set him free.

Nick just laughed as he knew something his tiny toy didn't know. "The truth is there is no antidote to the shrinking powder. It's your permanent size, my little toy." He paused, with a smirk on his face. "Can't wait to do this all over again tomorrow with you under my foot." He laughed again.

Jake could only regret his treatment of Nick at work. He was now the employee's tiny toy under his foot. There was nothing he could do about it as Nick got up to walk around his place with him still taped to his foot.

[anon-sect]

It's been 10 days, 10 days without anyone telling me what to do or making up stupid rules for my house. Those 3 idiots will never bother me again. https://www.tumblr.com/guysocksfeet/816195485625991168?source=share

[anon-sect]

It started out as a simple gesture to help a friend out since he had a four-bedroom house. He had to main bedroom. When a friend of his needed a place to stay, Harvey gladly offered one of his spare rooms. He really didn't mind at first. He soon had three of his friends now staying at his place basically for free at this point since the job market was slim pickings currently. It was a good thing he could afford the place on his own without their help involved. But soon things at home changed as he was always the one going to work and paying the bills.

Harvey came home a little tired from work to see Austin, Grant and Carl on the couch gaming. He went and put his things down by the door and just looked at them.

"About time you got home. We are wondering what you will fix for dinner." Grant commented, not looking from the TV screen.

"Yeah, also you will need to buy some more toilet paper. We are almost out again. You really should keep up with household supplies. You know." Austin added to the conversation.

"By the way, you should really ask what we like to eat the most. It's easier to shop that way." Carl commented.

"Wow, I go to work and pay for this play while you three game all day. I get home and that is what I hear." Harvey paused slightly upset. "Haven't you three been looking for jobs yet?" He asked back.

"Yeah, about that also," Grant paused. "The job market sucks. We tried, but we rather game since we stay somewhere rent free." He added.

"Besides, you would never put your friends out on the street." Austin smirked and looked back at the screen.

"What are you cooking tonight anyway?" Carl asked with his feet resting on top of the expensive coffee table in front of the couch.

Harvey just couldn't take it. He gets the same treatment almost every week since after the first month of having all three. Austin was right about one thing. He would never just put his friends out on the street. Yet, he needed a solution to his roommate problem. He couldn't continue with their slackness but for so long. He then had the perfect idea of how to provide a place for his friends and give them some use.

Carl noticed Harvey coming out of the kitchen an hour later with four glasses with soda like liquid in them.

Harvey made sure to hand out the right glasses to the three of them before taking the last one for himself. He took a sip from his glass. "I am sorry, I was so hard on you three earlier. This is my peace offering." He did a toast and took another sip from his glass. He watched as the others followed suit. He waited until all three had completely emptied their glasses.

"Thanks for the drinks, buddy." Carl handed Harvey the empty glass like the others did.

"So, who is cleaning up the kitchen after I cook tonight?" Harvey waited to see if anyone of them would actually volunteer for once.

"Man, you know you always do it. Why should any of us do something you always do." Grant looked once at Harvey and then back at the TV screen while holding the game controller.

This made Harvey even more sure of what he had in mind to do. He took out his phone and opened up the app. He put in the setting for sock. He got in front of the TV and pointed his phone camera at Grant first and hit the flash option. Grant instantly was a sock on the couch.

"Woah, what did you just do?!" Austin exclaimed at seeing Grant just instantly be reduced to a sock.

Before Austin could say anything else, Harvey turned the camera on him and hit the flash option. Austin was a matching sock to Grant. He then quickly switched to a pair of shorts and pointed the camera at Carl.

Carl put up his hands in surrender after seeing what just happened Grant and Austin. "Wait, let's talk about this first." He pleaded but saw it fell on deaf ears as he saw the flash of the camera.

Harvey walked over to the couch. He picked up the pair of socks and shorts. He turned the game system and TV off and went back to his bedroom. He first tried on his new pair of socks. They felt so good on his feet. He enjoyed wiggling his toes in his new socks. He then tried on his new shorts. He rubbed his crotch area in his new pair of shorts. "Simply perfect." He said to himself satisfied.

Austin absolutely hated feet. Being a sock was a complete nightmare. "I am sorry. Change me back now, please. I beg of you." He pleaded. Yet no words were vocalized, only just pleading thoughts begging for mercy to a foot he was wrapped around. He could taste the foot sweat and smell the strong odor coming from Harvey's foot. To him, it tasted disgusting. The foot odor made him noxious. He would puke if he had physical mouth to do so. He felt so powerless and at the mercy of Harvey's foot. He didn't like it one bit.

Grant pleaded over and over, but no vocal words ever heard. He mentally tried as he was forced to taste Harvey's whole foot with no end. He was forced to smell his whole rank foot with no chance of fresh air. He mentally pleaded and begged for forgiveness yet seeing that Harvey didn't hear a single plea. He didn't want this to be his life forever.

Carl found his new view so degrading. He saw Harvey's crotch area of his underwear. His underwear was a little sweaty and musky. Having his face being forced towards that musk made it worse. For his friend to turn all of them into clothing felt horrible. He only hoped that he would change them back soon.

"By the way, your sodas had a special ingredient in them. It was a durability formula. It's supposed to make you super durable to last for an extremely long time." Harvey paused. "You know that means, my new pair of socks and new pair of shorts will last a very long time. At least you still have a place to stay and purpose." He laughed as he continued to enjoy his evening with his new articles of clothing provided by his former friends. He decided he would wear them every day to break them in. That thought amused him.

TEN DAYS LATER.....

Harvey sat in his chair in his bedroom. He had ten days of peace and quiet. Not to mention a clean place as well. He had no annoying roommates just lounging around his place. Instead, he had the best pair of socks he could ever own and the best pair of shorts as well. It was the best decision he could have ever made concerning his former roommates. He was quite pleased with himself.

"It's been 10 days, 10 days without anyone telling me what to do or making up stupid rules for my house. Those 3 idiots will never bother me again." He said to himself. As for how those three felt about their new existence, it was not his problem to even think about. They were his socks and underwear now.

[pegasus-omega]

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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.

[pegasus-omega]

Picture source: Instagram account @soc_spandex

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

[spencer-kicks]

In 2019, my husband and I visited China. We have many reminders of that trip, including this pair of Peak hightops I picked up there.

Even in 2026, they are just as comfortable and good looking as ever.

[spencer-kicks]

Monsoon is finally here in Phoenix. It would be a shame not to use those storm clouds as a background for my Nike hightops.