#boot transformation

[pegasus-omega]

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Barry and his roommate were highly competitive when it came to game time on the PS5. Both were always trying to out top the other. They would often take bests when they played. Sometimes it would be money bets. Other times, they would bet who's paying for the meals. At times, Barry would win, but mainly his roommate Kay would win eighty-five percent of the time. Barry wanted to spice up their bets the next time they made a bet.

Kay came into the living room and saw the system on. "I see you want to lose again." He smirked.

"Not this time. I plan to win for sure." Barry said holding a box in his lap. "To make our next bet more interesting, I bought this." He opened the box to reveal a TF Ray device. "The winner gets to use this on the loser for two days." He smirked.

"Oh, I see. You want me to turn you into an object then." Kay laughed as he sat down and took the other controller. "You know you will lose again. Are you sure you want to take this bet?" He asked, wanting to be sure his roommate was understanding what he was getting into.

"I know I will win." Barry paused. "I already know what you will be for a couple of days." He added as he started up the game.

"We will see who will win. I just hope you agree with the deal when you lose." Kay smirked.

"Same for you." Barry added as they both started playing. The game was going well. He was already points ahead. The thought of turning Kay into a pair of socks for two days excited him. As time went on, the game changed, and Kay was gaining in points. It wasn't long before Kay took the lead. It was getting close to the end of the game. He knew he had to catch up and surpass him, or he would lose their bet. He didn't want Kay having the choice to choose whatever he wanted to turn him into.

Kay smiled as the game ended. He won so many points ahead of Barry. He took the device out to the box and played with the settings. He had already in mind what he was going to change him into. "I tried to warn you if you wanted to back out." He said as he put in the settings for the transformed object, he was about to change Barry into. "Remember, you made this bet, not me." He added as he pointed the device at him.

"Yeah, Yeah, do it already. Remember you have to change me back after two days. That's the deal." Barry reluctantly agreed to the terms. He did lose fair and square. And it was also the conditions of the bet he chose. He had to agree with it even though he was hoping he would win. He sat a ray of light coming from the device. His vision changed for a moment. He was temporarily blind, unaware of what was happening to his body. His vision soon returned. He saw limited light and vision was split. He couldn't move his body. All could see was straight up, but that wasn't much help.

Kay looked at the floor at a pair of new boots. He was surprised that the device really worked. He had been meaning to buy a new pair of work boots since his current one were wearing down. "Wow, it really worked." He picked up one boot and sniffed it. It had the fresh new scent to it. "Can't wait to wear these to work tomorrow." He said as he picked up the other boot and went to his room. He placed both in an old used shoe box for in the morning.

Barry was mortified when he realized what he was turned into. He knew Kay worked in construction and would come home with smelly and sweaty feet. He would often ask him to wash his feet before sitting in the living room. His sweaty socks were just that musky. This was one transformation he would not have wanted. He was stuck in a shoe box, waiting on Kay to wear him tomorrow for work.

The next morning, Kay showered and got dressed. He grabbed the old shoe box and pulled out his new work boots. "Time to test you out, buddy." He said as he put one on each foot. Once both were secured. He jumped several times, observing the level of comfort each boot provided his feet. He wiggled his thick black socks in his new boots. "Wow, way better than my old boots." He added as he left the house to go to work.

Barry felt like he was in a nightmare. His roommate's socked feet were pressing down on his insole face. The pressure of being walked on was extremely uncomfortable and terrible. He mentally screamed in agony even if Kay was just standing still. 'I don't think I can survive two days of this.' He mentally thought to himself. He could only know that it was going to get much worse for him.

As the day went on, Kay found that his feet felt like he was stepping on the most comfortable insoles ever. His feet weren't in any pain at all from standing on his feet for so many hours. He could feel his sock getting sweaty inside. He hoped Barry can stand it. Besides he was his property for two days anyway.

"Change me back, please, no more." Barry mentally pleaded as the sweaty socks created a musky odor that was starting to saturate all of his insides. There was no escape from the musk and sweat. To make it worse, that sweat was being pressed against his face over and over. "Please change me back." He continued to plea even though he knew that Kay would not hear a single thought. The workday went and on with him serving his roommate's feet without end as just his work boots.

At the end of the day, Kay returned home and took off his boots. He sniffed one and found a strong odor coming from it. "Wow, you reek just after one day. But I do admit, you are the most comfortable pair I have ever worn. Can't wait to do it tomorrow." He laughed as he went and put the boots in the old shoe box. He took off his sweaty socks and stuffed them inside each boot. "Something to remember this day, buddy." He laughed as he left the boots in the old shoe box to enjoy his sweaty musky socks.

SIX MONTHS LATER....

Kay took a break while eating a small snack. It had been six months since getting his new work boots. He was amazed at how well they held on at the mercy of his feet. His new roommate who moved in four months ago had asked what happened to his old roommate since he had to help move his stuff to the side of the road. He told him that the guy just left and never came back. He couldn't tell him the exact truth that his old roommate as living as his work boots.

At the end of the second day of transformation, he didn't want to get rid of such good work boots. Normal boots never felt this good. He threw away his old work boots in favor of his new work boots. He could buy a new pair but still would not be as comfortable. He hoped that Barry would not mind serving his feet for some time longer. However longer hadn't been determined yet though.

Barry's mind was barely hanging on. Six months under sweaty socks with no end in sight was horrible. "Come on, enough already! The bet was for a couple of days. Not the past six months! Can you hear me?! I reek of strong alpha scent...." He hoped that Kay would change him back eventually, but that hope was fleeting. Knowing that a new roommate had already moved in and lied to about his disappearance, he didn't know how long he would continue to be at the mercy of Kay's feet.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: @sarge555

Nick needed help around his house keeping the landscape looking good. He decided to hire someone to keep his landscape looking perfect. Jose was hired and came with good recommendation.

Nick observed Jose's work. He started out good, but soon his work started slacking. He even had to go over some of his yard work to make it look better. He was getting disappointed especially how much he was paying him to take care of his landscape. After the third week of his slackness, he decided to fire him and hire a new landscaper for his yard.

Just as Jose was arriving to work on the yard, Nick approached him. "I really hate to do this, but I think I need to go with a new person for my yard. It's nothing personal, but your work isn't as good as I had expected." Nick explained before Jose could even get started.

"Please, don't fire me. I promise I can do better." Jose pleaded

"I am sorry, but my mind is made up." Nick restated his decision.

"Please, I will do better, I promise. I really need this job. I honestly would do anything." Jose pleaded again.

Nick thought something. There was one thing he needed. He wanted to test out new boots without having to buy them. "There is one thing you can do for me. It's really simple, a can't fail task. Are you interested?" He proposed.

"Oh yes, I will take it." Jose spoke up fast, desperate for employment.

Nick opened up his phone. He put in the setting for the boots he had found online. He pointed his phone camera at Jose and hit the flash option. Instantly, Jose was turned into a pair of fresh new boots. "You look just like the boots I want to buy online. I can't wait to see how comfortable these boots are. I think a week like this should be fine." He spoke to his boots as he tried them on his feet.

Jose saw the flash, and he felt his whole existence change. He couldn't move or speak. His field of view was limited. The light he did see was soon blotted out by what looked like a large-socked foot descending towards his face. He quickly realized that what he heard was really true. He was turned into footwear. He saw Nick's sweaty socked feet press down on his face. He wanted a job badly, but this was something he didn't want. As Nick began to walk, he could feel the surface beneath the soles of his boot bodies. He had to endure that along with Nick's sweaty socked feet pressing down on his face with each step. It was horrible, especially since there was a slight odor coming from the socks. "Change me back, please. I rather leave than to be boots!" He mentally pleaded but with no means to voice his thoughts, nothing was going to change.

"Really nice boots. I can't wait to see how comfortable they are after a week of wearing them." Nick commented about his new boots. They were indeed very comfortable. He might have to purchase a pair after the week of use was over.

SIX MONTHS LATER.....

Nick relaxed looking at the new landscaper working in his yard. The new guy was hired six months ago and was doing an excellent job. The old guy was also doing an excellent job under his feet. He had decided to keep him and save his money. There was no need to buy a pair when his current pair was so perfect. Jose needed a job as he so begged of him. He now had a forever job of serving his feet. And he was actually doing a good job at it.

[anon-sect2]

can you turn me into my homophobic step brother’s jockstrap?

Picture source @joep00

It was not the perfect idea that his stepbrother Kyle came out to the family as gay. Connor saw everyone being supportive of him being open about it, but he wasn't all too happy. Yet, he decided to keep his opinion to himself. He would just keep his distance from Kyle.

The distance plan didn't work all too well for Connor as Kyle was trying to be close to his stepbrother. He never truly told him how disgusted he was with having a gay stepbrother. Sort of lied to say that he was supportive. Yet, the constant wanting to chill with him was getting annoying. He decided that there was one way to put an end to it and get something out of it at the same time.

Connor finally cave in and invited Kyle on a weekend trip in his RV to the woods. He was happy to see him accept the invitation, but Kyle wanted to bring two of his gay friends with him since he thought Connor was so supportive. He agreed they could come on the trip.

All four had fun on the drive to the spot in the woods, even though Connor was hiding his true motive. By the end of the trip, he would be returning home alone in some way.

At the end of the first day at the spot, Kyle and his two friends went to sleep soundly, not expecting anything off. Connor got up and took his TF Ray device. He went first to Kyle's friends and fired at them. He watched as they were reduced to a pair of black boots. He then went to Kyle. He had a special place for his gay stepbrother. He fired at him and watched him change into a white jockstrap. He picked up the jockstrap to examine it. It looked absolutely perfect. He then tried on his stepbrother. The jockstrap seemed comfortable to wear. Now, his gay stepbrother would see his dick for the rest of his life. He went to sleep wearing him.

Kyle woke up feeling strange. His immediate view was that of a giant dick in his face. He tried to move from it but couldn't, no matter how much he squirmed. He then heard Connor's voice above him. "Good, you awake. I can finally tell you the truth. I don't like that you are gay and wanted to keep my distance, but you wouldn't allow me. So, now this is your new fate. You are my jockstrap. You get to hang out with me for the rest of your life with my cock in your face. I won't be changing you back. And if anyone asks about you, I will tell them you left town." Connor then paused for the next few words. "As for your two friends, they are my boots. I can't have any witnesses telling what I did to you. They make good boots, though, just like you are the best jockstrap I ever owned. All three of you are mine now." Connor finished as he walked around in the RV wearing his new boots and jockstrap.

Connor didn't know his new objects loved their new life or was hating it. He got rid of three fags and gained new pair of boots and jockstrap at the same time. It was a win-win for him. It didn't matter if they loved it or not. They were his property now and simply didn't have a choice.

[inanimateindustries]

Farmfeets

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[supermenintights]

Superman’s Superboots

For @inanimatetffantasies​

[idesofrevolution]

These Boots Are Made for Rockin’

Cory took a deep breath as he turned the corner, eyes tightly shut. Passersby likely stared with aloof confusion, but he didn’t care. This was the moment he’d dreamed of for almost fifteen years. Broadway, Nashville: the dream strip of country music nightclubs, southern apparel, moonshine, whiskey, and instruments. The gentle hum of twangy ballads tickled his ears, played by talented singers in the honky tonks along the street. It was now home. And as he opened his eyes, that dream was now reality.

The street was bustling, even in midday. Tourists, buskers, musicians, and surely a few stars strolled past entranced in their own worlds they’d taken for granted. It took everything for Cory to get here- or rather it had cost him everything. Not that he minded. The move, to him, represented the beginning of the life he’d always dreamed he would lead: becoming the man he fantasized in his head. With his first steps, they were the first steps toward that goal.

Walking slowly, he made his way down Broadway, aimlessly enjoying the ambience and palpable culture. Not that he was oblivious to his surroundings; this was his reconnaissance mission for today. Looking for prospects, opportunities, or a cheap souvenir for his new apartment. The latter became his focus, as there on the corner sat a clothing store. His first intention after all was to fit into the community, so dressing the part was the primary objective. As he walked up to the front doors, pulling the door open, the scent of leather, cedar, and smokiness flowed out of the open door. He took a deep breath, entering the wide open store. The two story atrium was filled with racks of denim, flannel, and rhinestones for the more flamboyant of folks. This was heaven. Surely he’d be able to find the authentic Nashville look here.

Pushing past rows of bootcut jeans and plaid button ups, suspenders and denim jackets, he stumbled upon the footwear department. Shelves wall to wall, filled with the freshest and most pristine of cowboy boots. Each gave such a different vibe. One pair had intricate embroidered designs up and down the tall funnel of the boot, another was fastened with harnesses upon thick rubber treads. Finding the right pair would be quite the task, as he stared nervously down the long aisles.

“You need some help, friend?” Cory spun around, startled at the sultry low voice from over his shoulder. Standing behind him was an employee, and the precise man he’d want to emulate. Muscled below his tight button up shirt, messy hair below a leather Stetson hat, tight bootcut jeans of heavy denim and topped off with a pair big well worn cowboy boots. He oozed a sense of stereotypical Southern Masculinity, stoic and unfazed by the world around him. “You lookin’ for a pair? I can help you find one if you like?” His twangy accent paired with a deep, low timbre nearly made Cory breathless for a moment.

“Uh, yeah. What’s the price range here?” The man raised a confused eyebrow at Cory, until it was clear on his face that he was helping an ‘out of towner.’

“Well, most boots like these go for a few hundred at least. That’s mostly what we carry.” The man put his massive boot onto the seat next to them, worn heavily but precisely what the doe eyed customer was looking for. He clutched at the wallet in his pocket- knowing full well that a few hundred was far outside his budget. Immediately taking notice of the flushing of Cory’s face, the man smiled. “Here, I think I have just the pair for you.” A glimmer of hope. Walking toward the back of the store, past the elaborate embroidered boots and jean jackets, the duo came across the clearance section.

“So these are our vintage pairs. They’re recycled… kinda. So since a lot of them were pre owned they tend to be a lot less than our newer models.” As he looked up and down the racks, finally the man stopped and pointed to the very last pair on the wooden shelf. They were clearly well loved by their previous owner, the glimmer and luster of any shine on the brown leather had long since been washed away with heavy use. The tips were scuffed, the heel and soles were annihilated… but for whatever reason, they seemed to beckon out to Cory. “My guess is they’re gonna be a bit big on you, but no harm in seeing if you like em! Give ‘em a try and I’ll be back to check in on you.”

The associate walked away, the click clack of the Cuban heel of his boots would soon mirror his own footfalls. Gingerly grabbing the left boot, he pryed the boot open a bit more, seeing the size marked US 14. That was almost twice his own shoe size. Taking a deep breath, he was prepared to let out a sigh of defeat… perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. That is, until the subtle scent hit his nostrils. It started as just the slightest hint of old leather, perhaps a smidgeon of tobacco… but just that little whiff was enough to encapsulate Cory. Looking around to ensure that no wayward glances would catch him, he brought the boot to his face, closed his eyes, and inhaled.

What was subtle from a short distance quickly turned strong as he took in the scent from the source. Hidden beneath that candle like quality was the unmistakable odor of foot musk. His eyes clamped shut, Cory envisioned in his mind’s eye what the original owner of these books would look like… some southern stud, handsome and rugged, a confident swagger in each step: the man he was destined to become. He opened his eyes and plopped down onto the small bench, removing his cheap Walmart sneakers and eagerly slipping his foot into the boot.

Unsurprisingly, his feet were minuscule in comparison to their cavernous confines. They certainly did not fit. Yet, looking down at his feet within them, the electrifying power he felt from simply sporting them, the idea of his own feet soaking up some of that incredible smell… it was a done deal. He’d stuff some cotton in the toes to help them fit, never mind the appearance to any objective bystander that they were clown shoes on this lanky dudes feet. Preparing to walk to the checkout counter to finalize the purchase, he tugged on the soles to pry them from his feet. They would not budge. Confused, he yanked a bit harder at the heel… no dice. His feet were so small compared to these boats… how could they be stuck?

His body began to ache, as if he’d run a marathon just a moment before, his breath became bated and shallow, his legs wobbly and unstable. A wave of incomparable exhaustion crashed over him like he’d never before experienced. A small moan escaped from his mouth as he felt his feet begin to spasm within the boots. Quiet cracking sounds began to emit from within them. Cory began to panic, feeling his toes slowly move to fill out the entirety of the boot. Gasping and groaning at the dull but pulsating pain, the sensations began to climb further up his legs. He watched in horror as his ankles slowly crept out of the bottom of his jeans, the firm material slowly growing tighter and tighter as his calves and thighs swelled and grew beneath it.

His core and chest became seized by a tightness he could compare only to a heart attack, watching his shirt slowly compress against the increasing size of his lean abdomen. The sounds of snapping stitches and ripping fabric echoed in his ears, nearly drowned out by the hastening beats of his heart growing stronger and louder. His arms convulsed, stretching and contorting into impossible angles at the joints, while pinpricks of black slowly began to rise from beneath the skin.

In his mind, Cory imagined himself in a sort of medieval stretching machine he’d read about in his studies years before. Every part of his body was being pulled outward, downward, side to side… while it was painful and incredibly difficult to endure, within the recesses of his subconscious, the dulcet, twangy sound of plucked guitar strings began to overtake him. The sound soothed him in a desperately needed respite from the cracks and creaks emanating from his bones. The music grew in intensity, the guitar growing in crescendo and tempo. It was becoming a comfort, a release, a passion… while it soothed his mind, his body was finally nearing its final state of metamorphosis. The formerly strained, constricting fabric of his cheap clothes began to loosen and change. His shirt turned dark; the sleeves had retracted into a comfortable tee shirt, casual but striking. His jeans stretched downward, the pristine denim flaring out into a bootcut style, flattering his long, toned legs.

Cory couldn’t help but mimic the struts with his calloused fingers, expertly performing the riffs as if his Stratocaster was in his hands. His head began to sway and crest to the beat of the song in his mind, letting his lengthening hair gently caress the side of his face and beard as he played. All thoughts exited his brain. The music had overtaken him. The need to rock. The need to perform. The need to write his soul in musical form became his only goal, while the remnants of who he once was slowly drifted away.

….

The employee strutted back to the clearance section, wondering if the strange little guy had made his decision. He’d been back there for quite some time, and the boss lady reiterated the “no loitering policy” to him once again. Turning the corner, he was surprised. Who stood before him was clearly not who he’d helped before. The tall, toned, bearded stud confidently posed in front of the mirror in the worn boots he’d shown the prior customer. Guess he wasn’t interested after all.

“They sure are beauties. Hard to find someone who fit them, they’ve been here quite some time.” The man turned, a smoldering grin shellacked upon his face.

“Yeah, man. I’ve been needin’ a new pair. These are perfect.” His twangy southern drawl tickled the associate’s ear. The customer turned to him, that bright, confident smile beaming as he looked him up and down. “Hey. I got a gig after this down the street if you’re not doing anything after your shift. I’ll get you the first round?” He suavely slid closer to the associate, the salty sweet scent of tobacco and masculine sweat wafted from his inked skin. How could he say no? Smiling, he tossed his arm around the associates shoulder. “Maybe afterward we could stop by my place, if you’re interested.” Winking, he strutted toward checkout. The associate blushed, catching his breath. Most definitely he’d be taking him up on that offer.

[matsmi13]

A new recruit

Look how you handsome and sexy is as my leather boot. Among of all the parts of my uniform, you are my favorite. Usually, I leave my young reconverts like you at my place of work, but you are so comfortable and sexy that I will leave you at my foot and take you home with me.

You may be wondering why I chose you? Well, it's very simple. We've known each other for a few years and you were more and more the type that I love. Moreover, when I was on patrol and I passed by you at the open-air gym next to the beach, you stared at me and it was clear that you had also a crush on me.

So, when I saw you last week alone on my way back from the beach, I took the opportunity to approach you. But I had to find a way for you to follow me to a slightly more discreet place. To do this, I made you believe that you were seen in a fight on the beach and that I had to take you to the station to interrogate him. And it worked. You reacted calmly and got into the car without saying anything.

When we arrived at the police station, we were just the two of us. My colleagues had already completed their service. Settled in the interrogation room, I started to question you about your profile. I discovered you and I liked you more and more. And that's when I asked you if you would be interested in joining the police and being at my side during patrols and interventions. Without hesitation, you answered yes and that it would be an honor to be with me.

At the end of the interrogation, we went to the changing rooms so that you could try on your new uniform. It was also for me to change because it was the end of my working day. When I sat down on the bench to remove one of my boots, I could see that you were intrigued by the smell of my foot. You approached me, crouched down and started sniffing my stinking foot. I saw that you were really drawn to the smell of my foot, so I stuck it in your mouth. You were surprised by my gesture, but very quickly you took pleasure in licking the cotton of my sock soaked of my sweat.

You were so focused on taking this pleasure of licking that you didn't realize that your transformation had begun, while me, I was enjoying the fact that you were going to belong to me forever. I could see your body slowly shrinking and my foot went deeper into you to reach your throat. Your arms and legs have retracted to disappear completely. The fact that your organs, bones and muscles melted, your body was so hollow that I could sink my foot even deeper. It reached where your beautiful dick was and your mouth reached my calf. The changes continued as you became thinner and took on a cylindrical shape. Your hair fell to the ground, your ears and nose melted and your eyes sealed. All that remained was your mouth, which widened.Finally, your skin darkened, changed texture and became harder and harder to form this beautiful leather boot.

As promised, you have joined the police and you are by my side. And I must say that you are fulfilling your mission well. You protect my foot well, you cushion my steps very well, you collect my sweat well and you've soaked up the stench of my foot. And so that you can continue to enjoy absorbing my sweat and smell, I'll leave my smelly sock inside you when I'm not wearing you.

[cooperstfranch]

"That...that's really my boyfriend?", the young man next to me asked. I had just walked in to his house less than an hour ago, and I was sitting on his couch, my huge leather boots propped up on his table. It had taken a lot of convincing, and a lot of proof with texts and direct messages, but he was slowly starting to realise that yes, his boyfriend was gone, and was now my right boot.

He placed his hand on the top of the smooth black leather, and squeezed it. I could feel the boot shiver slightly, the telltale tiny bit of motion left in a newly-transformed object. "Could you...please take your foot out of him?", he asked, an edge of anger and distress in his voice. My cock twitched in my pants as I saw him struggling with his emotions.

"Listen, mate, this was all legit. He belongs to me now, I can put my foot in him, hell I can piss in him if I want. He's an object, he doesn't have any rights", I said. He squeezed more tightly against the leather, and bit his lower lip. "He never told me about any of this. I never knew he wanted to be an object. We were supposed to have a life together, we had so many plans...can he ever turn back?", he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. I've jizzed on him, and that seals it for good. He's an object now, forever", I said. I reached down, and gripped the sole of the boot, slowly pulling it off my foot. My sock beneath was damp and hot with sweat, and the ripe musk of my feet filled the room. He flinched at the smell.

"Look, come sit here", I said, patting the couch next to me. He looked at me with disgust and anger, but slowly sat down a few inches from me. I scooted closer to him, and put my arm around his shoulder, then pulled the boot up and placed the front of it over his face. He blinked in shock, but as he inhaled, he started to blush. "It...smells like him...", he mumbled. I nodded. "It IS him. Everything he was, everything he could have been, is all in this leather now. Why don't you kiss him?", I said. He breathed in the scent, and reached up to hold the boot. He pressed his lips against the leather, and I could see his pants starting to tent.

"I'm sure he did love you, and in his right mind would have stuck with ya. But a lot of guys, when they're objects and they get all horned up and needy and excited, they make dumb decisions. Don't be too hard on him", I said. He squeezed the boot tighter. "I can't imagine choosing to throw your future away just because it feels good...", he said.

I squeezed his shoulder, and smiled. "Why don't you try it? One day with him, a last goodbye. You can be my sock, and stay inside him. Warm and tight and pressed up with him. Understand what he was feeling. Might help you let go", I say. He frowned.

"I don't want you just cumming on me and making me get stuck that way", he muttered. I shook my head. "Don't work that way. They gotta consent or I literally can't get cum on them. It's a magic contract thing", I said. He hesitated for a long while, sniffing and inhaling the boot. Then he nodded.

I pulled him up onto my lap, and wrapped my arms around him. My hands slid up under his shirt and I started to rub and massage his skin. It began to darken, a black fabric texture spreading along his belly, and up to his arms. He shuddered as he felt himself softening, his body becoming warm and unbelievably sensitive. The stroke of my fingers through the cotton parts of him made him flinch and whimper. "I'm not sure about-", he started to say, before my hands stroked over his mouth and it sealed closed. His nose and mouth drooping slightly, becoming the tip of a black sock. His eyes rolled up in his head as he shuddered, and his cock pulsed and twitched. He tried to reach down to stroke himself, but his hands began to droop, becoming weak as they deflated. His whole body started to get thinner, hollowing out inside as his organs and bones vanished, leaving only the warm soft shell of his skin. His eyes closed over, and he crumpled, landing in a pile of his clothes on my lap.

I reached down and fished him out from his shirt, now nothing but a warm black sock. I pulled up my huge hairy foot, and stretched him over my toes and up along my ankle. He shivered as he felt his entire body be filled head-to-toe with my strong, firm foot. The scent of my musk soaking into his fibres along with the dampness of my sweat. As I pushed him into the dark, sweaty heat of my boot, his former lover, he was forced to constantly experience an endless assault of scent and heat.

I left the room, my weight crushing down on his changed body with every step. My toes filling his mouth, his face pressed into the dirty sole of my boot. I could feel his voice in my head so long as I was wearing him, the sign that he was not yet a permanent object. "Oh fuck, this stench...this taste. Do you ever wash your feet?!", he whined. I ignored him, wanting him to get the full object treatment. I got in my truck and drove to work, hearing him grumble as I pressed down on the pedals. It was a hot day on the construction site, so soon my boot was swimming with sweat, and he was gagging and coughing as his entire body was soaked. I didn't respond to any of his complaints, but I noticed as they slowly started to change in tone.

"Fuck, it stinks", became "Damnit...so much sweat". Then became "Why does it feel...why am I so...", and eventually up to "Fuck...more...step on me...fuck!"

Finally the evening came, and I headed home. I got in and pulled off my boot, a cloud of vapour oozing out from inside as I felt the fresh air hit my soaking wet new sock. I peeled him off, and dropped him on the boot, keeping one toe pressed to him so I could hear his voice.

"I can't take this...why do I feel so horny?! It's like I've been getting edged and pumped all day! Every taste just makes me need it more! Why can't I cum?", he whines.

"You only orgasm if I do, boy", I told him. The sock twitched and curled slightly, recoiling. "I can't allow that. I have a whole future, I'm going to get promoted at work, I have so many plans...", he said.

I rubbed my bare foot up and down over him, making him gasp and whine. "I'll just leave you empty here, then. You'll turn back in the morning", I said. The sock fabric reached up, clinging to my soles. "No, please! Please I need it! Fuck, I need to cum!", he gasped. I pulled my cock out, and slowly started stroking it.

"Are you sure?" I said. "YES!", he screamed. I stroked and pumped my thick shaft, pointing it down at the damp, smelly sock. Soon, I grunted and moaned, my cock splurting out thick, long ropes of cum. As they arced through the air, in the instant before they landed on him, he said "No, stop-".

Then the cum splattered over him, and he fell limp. I couldn't hear his voice anymore. I sighed, and zipped my pants back up. "Yeah, that's basically what he said too", I said. Then I headed to bed, leaving the two lovers limp and lifeless on the floor, still dripping with my cum.