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GORGEOUS FEET AND MORE ⬇️

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(Better pic) After a long day of boarding… your friend reminds you that his feet still need sniffing after a bet you lost to him. With a big grin, he watches you lay down, and submit to his large, stinky socked feet. He covers your face completely under both soles. You breathe in his ripe sock odor for the next 20 minutes, being smothered by the gray bottoms, while hearing him teasingly call you his foot slave and telling you to take long sniffs. He snickers feeling the air being sucked in from between his toes as he curls them over your nostrils. Your face stinks of his foot odor but a bet is a bet.

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Trey walked into the front room of the two-bedroom apartment he shared with his long-time college friend Nathan. He immediately smelled the foul odor in the air. He looks down to see a pair of Nathan's sneakers by the couch. He knew that was exactly the source of the foul stench. He had told Nathan so many times to make sure his shoes were left in his bedroom and nowhere else. He didn't want the front room smelling like a foot locker. He picked them up and went to Nathan's room.

Nathan saw his room door open. "Hey bud, what's up." He spoke as he saw Trey toss him the pair of sneakers he had left in the front room.

"I told you way too many times. Keep your stinky sneakers in your room. They smell like rotten cheese that has been left out for days." Trey spoke in a disgusted tone.

"They aren't that bad to me. Once you get used to it, you will be fine." Nathan smirked. "I know a sure way that you can get used to my shoes." He added.

"I don't want to get used to them. Just clean up after yourself or next time I will toss them in the garabage." Trey threatened.

Nathan knew that Trey would seriously do just that. He decided that he would train his roommate to accept his foot odor without complaining about it.

As Trey was sitting back on the couch in the front room, he saw Nathan come and sit beside him. He handed him a drink.

"Sorry about the sneakers thing. I will do better, I promise." Nathan took several gulps of his glass as he watched Trey do the same.

"This is good, whatever it is," Trey commented as he finished the drink. It had a fruity taste to it that had a kick in the aftertaste. He saw Nathan smiling back. Suddenly, he felt strange. He was feeling a little disoriented. The room and everything in it began to look bigger, including Nathan. He saw a smile of delight on his roommate's face. "What have you done to me?!" He quickly exclaimed.

"Oh, I am going to help you get used to my foot odor, that's all." Nathan laughed as he watched Trey shrink even smaller than his foot.

The feeling faded as he realized that he stopped shrinking. Trey was upset with what Nathan had done to him. He thought it could not get any worse. He soon found that it was about to.

Nathan quickly grabbed up tiny Trey. He carried him to his room. While holding him in his hand, he retrieved a roll of tape. He peeled off a few pieces of tape. He then pressed Trey up against his sock, with his face in direct contact. He took the piece of tape and secured his tiny roommate to his sock. "I think a week like this will normalize you to my scent. Oh and don't worry. You will survive. The drink I gave you will make you durable. My foot won't crush you entirely." He laughed as he began to walk around his room witth Trey trapped on the bottom of his sock.

Trey may have been made durable, but that didn't stop him from feeling pain. It was tremendous pain with each step, bearing the full weight of his roommate. To make his situation even worse, his sense of smell was heightened. The odor was at least a hundred times stronger. His face was in direct contact with the stinky sock. Every sniff and breath was nothing but the foul stench of his roommate's socked foot. It was horrible. He tried to free himself, but the tape was just too strong for him to get loose. He wanted to hold his breath, but still, there was no escape from the odor. A week on the bottom of his roommate's sock didn't sound fun whatsoever.

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"I guess you lost our little bet," Kane spoke, looking down at his sock that had a big hole in it. "You bet me that you could survive a month on my feet. It has only been two weeks, and you have a big hole in you." He laughed.

Kane's roommate Terry had bet he could survive one month as his socks. He took him up on that bet with a little addition. If he didn't make the full month, then he could keep him as his socks and use him like a cum rag. What Kane forgot to tell his roommate was that no pair of socks ever lasted a month on his feet without being ruined.

"You know what that means since you have a massive hole in you. You are stuck this way forever." Kane paused with a smile. "At least you will make a good cum rag. Oh, by the way, I never had any pair of my socks make it a month. They all get holes in them, way before the month is up. I should have told you that you was in a losing bet." He laughed.

Terry's mind was going crazy. Every pair of shoes that Kane wore was torture. The odor was intense in every pair. Being crushed under his feet without mercy or death made it worse. Some of his shoes had the worst insoles. It was no wonder that none of his socks had never made it a full month without a hole in them. Yet, that also sealed his fate. His roommate wasn't going to change him back now. He started to regret ever making that bet.

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