Emmet looked Jay up and down in the locker room. He had him on his knees, staring at his feet, unable to move or think or do anything except slowly become more and more mindless as his hypnotic feet melted his brain and his powerful foot musk made him more and more obsessed and addicted to Emmet's feet.
"What to do with you, little foot boy?" Emmet thought out loud, "I could shrink you down and make you serve my feet as a tiny for the rest of your existence? You, in my socks all day, just being crushed by my foot and cleaning my sweaty feet."
Emmet waved his hand over Jay and watched as Jay began to shrink, slowly becoming smaller and smaller and making him more and more tiny. But he just wanted to show Jay the control he had over his body and the absolute power he held over Jay now. So once Jay shrunk to the 2 foot mark Emmet stopped his microification and kicked him over onto his back.
"I am your god now, little one. Somehow, you will serve my feet like all the others I've collected before you." Emmet pushed his foot down onto Jay, his foot now covering the entirety of Jay's torso. "You look so cute beneath my huge feet, little guy. I caught my brother looking at my feet once a few years back, I did the same thing I'm doing now to you to him. I made him so small and weak for my feet, then I slowly pushed my foot into him and molded him into the perfect insole for my shoe. He wore out a year later, so I turned him into a small vile of my foot sweat. Now he sits in my drawer, just being the essence of my feet."
Jay was trying to fight back, but he couldn't. Every rebellious thought was instantly wiped away by the overwhelming power of Emmet's feet. The idea of serving them forever, smelling them, and licking them, or being changed into something to serve his feet, it felt too good.
Emmet smirked, "Maybe I should let you have the same fate as my brother. I'll flatten you down with my soft, sweaty soles and turn you into a soft plush fabric and mold you to be the perfect insole. And you'll mindlessly serve me by comforting my soles and toes as I walk around or work out..." Emmet slowly moved his toes up to Jay's nose, watching Jay take a slow inhale of his foot musk, watching Jay slowly fall deeper and deeper and more and more for his feet. "Then once you wear out and your mind is gone, I'll turn you into a vile of my musky foot sweat, so you can still always be a part of my feet."
Jay's mind was breaking. All he wanted was to serve his new master forever and ever, anything to just exist with Emmet's feet forever and ever.
"You know, you are really enjoying yourself. I can feel your hard on against my heel. I could always just keep you as you are, and you could just be my mindless and obedient foot slave. Brainless and loyal, only existing to serve and comfort my feet." Emmet pushed his heel down onto Jay's cock hearing him gasp slightly feeling his power over him growing stronger and stronger.
"Oh shit, I just remembered." Emmet said teasingly, "I did this to you for a reason! Right before you came in, my gym sock, formerly my ex-boyfriend, ripped. So sad, he was soooo comfortable. But hey, that's what happens to clothing, ya know?"
Jay lightly moaned, his body feeling much lighter as it began to take on a red and white hue, feeling his skin become softer and softer.
"So anyways, I need a new sock. You, my little toy, are going to be that sock. I know you love my feet, I made sure of that. And soon all you'll be is a pathetic piece or fabric destined to be completely ruined and destroyed by my godly feet. Awe, look at you shrinking and forming around my toes. You already feel so comfortable."
Jay felt his body begin to wrap itself around his new home at the foot of his perfect godly master. His face forming around his toes and soles, his cock being pushed into and changed by Emmet's sole, and the rest of him wrapping up Emmet's heel and calf.
"Hah, there you go, just my sock now. Enjoy my foot musk dude, as its the only think youre gonna experience for the rest of your existence. That and your other job of taking in all of my foot sweat. Fucking loser! Haha! Anyways. Enjoy it, your new life, cause I'm sure in a few months I'll add you to my used and destroyed sock collection."
Emmet smirked and tugged his new sock up his leg, wiggling and flexing his toes and soles. "Ah yeah, so comfortable. You're so much better like this dude."
After that Emmet put his sneakers back on and started his 5-mile run home, breaking in his new slave, who was in a state of pure ecstasy and bliss.
What would you want Emmet to make you?
His Sock or Shoe or Insole!
Make You Part Of His Foot!
Shrink You (Tiny Foot Slave)
Make You His Foot Slave (Regular Size)
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