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Drey and lab partner Nile were given a tough assignment in chemistry class of there sophomore year in college. Drey was a hard working student that always got straight As, while Nile was one who slacked when it came to assignments. The professor wanted to help Nile become a better student, so he partnered him up with the smartest student in the class, hoping some of those good habits would rub off on him.

When the assignment was complete and graded, both Drey and Nile were given an A for the assignment. The professor asked Drey if Nile really did pull his weight on the project, and he told him yes. What the professor didn't know was that Drey was forced to say yes by Nile.

Once they were partnered together, Drey started noticing Nile's feet. When Nile noticed that Drey was looking at his feet often, he figured that he had a foot fetish. He decided to use this fact to his advantage. He offered his feet to Drey to do whatever he wanted to do with them.

Drey would have feet worship sessions in Nile's dorm room when his roommate wasn't present. Nile would even let Drey lay under his desk as a footrest while he gamed on his computer, sometimes for hours sniffing his feet. But when it came time to work on the project, he told Drey to do all the work and they both would take credit. A day before presenting the project, Drey had threated to tell the professor he had done all the work and Nile did none. Nile then showed a ton of pictures and some videos of the foot worship sessions. He then threatened Drey that if he didn't say they both worked on it together, he would show the pictures and videos to his roommate first and then to a lot of other students. Not wanting his foot fetish to be well known, he relented to Nile's demand.

Three days after getting the A, Drey had a change of heart on his decision to remain silent. He texts Nile that he was going to tell the professor the truth, it didn't matter if he was exposed. Nile texted back that he was sorry for blackmailing him and that it was wrong for him to do that. He also told him that he will tell the professor the truth. If he wanted one more foot fetish session, to come over to his dorm room. Drey believed him and went.

Nile let Drey into his dorm room and shut the door. Drey got down on the floor and started kissing Nile's feet like he usually does in their sessions. He didn't notice what he was doing up above him. He looked up briefly to see a strange ray device pointed at him. "I got you here so that my secret would be safe. You won't be ratting on me if you are under my feet for a very long time." Nile spoke to Drey and fired at him.

Drey saw his whole view change as his body shrunk in size and started to turn white. He tried to speak, but his mouth was sealed shut. Everything happened so fast within seconds. One minute later, Drey was gone, and in his place was a pair of white flip-flops.

Nile laughed as slide his feet into his new flip-flops. "Now my secret is safe and I have a new pair of flip-flops to add to my collection. He laughed more. He placed his phone on the floor to snap a picture of him and his new flip-flops. He then posted on his social media page. He added caption beneath the picture, 'Thanks for my new flip-flops, Drey. I think I will keep them for a very long time.'

Drey was mortified mentally as Nile's feet crushed his face. He could feel Nile's feet started to mold his face to service his new owner's feet. He had no means to call for help and lack the ability to move on his own to escape. His fate was sealed. He was Nile's flip-flops forever. Had he left things alone, he would not have been where he was now. He could only partially blame himself for all the pain that Nile's feet was going to cause him for the rest of his life.

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I know I usually do tf stories involving shoes, socks, insoles, pants, shorts, shirts, and anything dealing with articles of clothing.

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Ryan loved being on the road, making deliveries, and seeing many places. His truck had a smooth ride unless the roads were rough. His only issue was his seat most often times was a little uncomfortable for longer road trips. He didn't know how he could improve this problem. The only solution he could think of was an extra seat cushion. The solution would only work for a little while, but the extra seat cushions just didn't last long.

While out of town doing a delivery, he met a stranger named Kyre who needed a ride. Luckily for him, Ryan was going that same direction.

About a third of the way, Kyre asked if there was any way to repay him back for his kindness for giving him a lift. Ryan was glad he didn't have to ask for compensation. Instead, it was being offered. He saw Kyre pull out $25 to give him. Ryan wasn't interested in that kind of payment. He wanted something special. "I really don't accept money, but there is one way I would accept from you." He spoke, hoping the guy would agree to it.

Kyre didn't know what other type of repayment he wanted. "What are you suggesting?" He asked back, curiously.

"Blow me while I drive you to your destination. That simple pleasure is the payment I want from you." Ryan told him with a serious look.

Kyre thought about refusing, but that could mean the guy might kick him out of the truck before he even reached his destination. He didn't want to risk that. He reached over and unzipped Ryan's pants. He pulled down his underwear and pulled out his cock. He began to suck and suck it. It soon got hard in his mouth. As it slowly reached climax, he felt Ryan force his head down on his dick as hot cumm touched his throat. "Swallow all of it." Ryan demanded of him as his head was forced over his cock. Seeing no choice, he swallowed every last bit of cumm. He then had to lick his cock clean before pulling up his underwear and zipping his pants back up. He was glad his repayment for his kindness was over. He saw Ryan smiling with glee, wondering if it was about the blowjob he just gave.

"What you don't realize is that you have repaid me in a special way." Ryan spoke as he waited for the effect to happen.

Kyre was confused at what he meant. "How was that?"

"You see, my cum gives me the ability to transform anyone that swallow it. And I have been wanting a really durable seat cushion to sit on. I have tried normal ones, but my ass seems to ruin them so quickly. I wanted to see if a living seat cushion would be more durable than a normal one." Ryan paused with a big smile on his face. He felt that he now had the power to mold poor Kyre into his seat cushion. He couldn't wait to test his theory. "There is no escape from your fate to be under my ass for a long time. At least you would have paid me back in a good way." He laughed as he began the transformation process.

Kyre, at first, thought he was joking. He then started to notice he was rapidly shrinking. His skin was changing. "Please, don't do this. I don't want to be a seat cushion." He pleaded, but Ryan just laughed at his plea. He soon found himself a perfect seat cushion with his clothes piled on top of him.

Ryan slowly pulled his truck to the side of the road. He gathered up Kyre's clothes and threw them out the window. "You don't need these anymore. Seat cushions don't wear clothes, but they do have asses sit on them." He laughed as he grabbed the living seat cushion and placed it under him. He sat back down on it. It felt wonderful under his butt. He bounced up and down several times and loved the comfort of his new seat cushion. He got back on the road to drive to his next stop. After a few minutes, he felt gas in his stomach. He let out a foul stenching fart directly onto his living seat cushion. He laughed so hard at what he just did. "Hope you like the smell." He laughed even more.

Kyre thought the kind stranger was a nice guy. He never expected his trip to turn out like this. The guy is literally sitting on him and using him like a literal seat cushion. The foul stench fart further edged in his fate as just an object that Ryan sits on. He mentally pleaded for him to turn him back and let him go. He would rather walk the whole way than be a seat cushion for his comfort. He could hear the music from the radio and Ryan singing to a song, all the while completely using him as though he was nothing but a seat cushion. For another human being to be so cruel to him, he couldn't fathom. He mentally wept as Ryan continued on his trip, not caring about his fate.

ONE YEAR LATER........

Ryan was really impressed with his seat cushion he acquired a year ago. It still looked brand new despite all the torture his ass had done to it. He had forgotten the guy's name about eight months ago, but seat cushions don't really need names. It serves a purpose to make his seat comfortable and nothing more. The guy has done just that.

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Snug

Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.

Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.

Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.

Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.

Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"

Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.

"hmmm... musk..."

Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.

That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.

Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"

With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !

"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"

Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"

"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.

"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"

Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.

1 year later

Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.

At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.

What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.

His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.

Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.

Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.

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Instagram @bruv_11.    “Mmmmfff,” slight muffles from below as you see your friend’s bare feet continue covering your face from above. You’re not really trying to get out from under the desk but also trying to appear to not like being his footrest either. His one foot cushions down back over your nostrils as you continue to breathe in the smell from it, his other foot on your chest. You hear him stop typing from the computer above, feeling him move his sole more diligently against your face, and say rather cockily,”How do my feet smell?” You like it?” You don’t respond but move your face to the side in which he counters and presses the bottoms of his plump toes right on your nostrils, squeezing them down. You inhale deeply, his strong foot odor has totally gotten you dizzy. You’ve been addicted to his dry foot scent ever since you’ve been friends for the short few weeks you’ve known him and quickly caught on that he defiantly has a dominant streak in him. Goofing off around each other, you’ve subtly let him know his feet smell, and sure enough he’s gotten into the habit of using them against you to get the upper hand. You suspect that he enjoys keeping you pinned under them as this is the second time you’ve gotten yourself trapped under his computer desk with him naturally keeping you down on the floor.  He could already tell you were tiring out and seeing his feet come down upon you, you had jokingly pleaded,”No, not the feet,” with that being all it took for him to playfully keep them on top of you. He rubs his toes over your nostrils and says,”What? You like smelling my feet?” You start slowing down on your face movements and breathe in between his toes as he flexes them. You hear him typing again as his other foot is brought over, those set of toes blindly searching for your nostrils to get a turn. You sniff in, the warm aroma filling your lungs, your dick rock hard. A few minutes pass by before he lifts his foot up off your face, hovering it, and looks down at you. “Should we just order pizza tonight?”   

“Yah, pizza sounds good.” 

“Ok, I’ll order.” 

You start to raise up but his foot comes back down, pressing onto your face, pushing you back to the floor. You catch a smile flash over his face and his other foot comes over, both bottoms smothering your face. You grunt out and hear him say,”I didn’t say you could get up. Keep smelling those feet.” You feel one foot shake your face some, then both bottoms slowly smear over your nose as you lay quietly under him, hearing him order the pizza over the phone. Him off and on casually having you smell under his toes, sometimes looking down at you, as he rattles off the order. You lay there, face full of feet, the smell racking your brain, hoping it doesn’t end. 

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Drake and his three friends, Tom, Jake and Ty all wanted to go the fetish party, but unfortunately there was only one ticket left available for purchase. The party was so popular that the tickets had sold out fast. Drake had bought it before someone else could.

The issue was that there was only one ticket and four of them. How were all four of them going to the exclusive party. Drake came up with a quick solution. He convinced Tom, Jake, and Ty to become his gear. He would bring spare gear to change into once he took them off at the party event. Since they all were good friends, they trusted him. Tom agreed to be his jock underwear. Jake agreed to be his harness, and Ty agreed to be his ball cap.

Once transformed, Drake put on his three friends and went to the fetish party. He didn't take any spare gear with him since he didn't have intentions of turning his friends back to normal at the party. He sort of hated to lie to them, but he didn't want them to miss out either since there was only one ticket available.

Drake had so much fun at the party. It was a good thing he took an Uber there and back. He was drunk. He had gotten so drunk that he had forgotten about his three friends. He literally crashed out on his couch when he got home.

Tom was disgusted with Drake when he realized he wasn't returning back to normal. He spent the whole time having his friends junk all up in his face. There were several times he got hard on him. During those times, he could feel Drake and others rubbing that area during the night. He trusted Drake, but didn't expect him to lie to them. Absorbing his friends sweat made it even worse.

Jake hated that he was lied to, but at least he got to see all the eye candy at the party. But he wanted to have fun too, instead he was played with by other hands, all the while watching Drake have all the fun. He swore that once he was normal again, he would pay his friend back for lying to him.

Ty felt sorry for Tom once he realized that they were betrayed by Drake. He was glad he didn't volunteer to the crotch area. But he was absorbing sweat from his friends head. He, too, would pay him back once this was all done.

The next morning, Drake stored his gear from the party the previous night. He remembered some of the fun he had, but not all of it. He kept thinking he was forgetting something important, but thought he would remember it one day. He took a shower to get ready to start his day.

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Bryce was always challenging his little brother in various competitions. Darion was only two years younger than him, but he always managed to beat him every time. One day, he decided to make the next challenge with stakes involved. He had bought a TF phone. He was challenging Darion to a race. Whoever crossed the finish line first could use the TF phone on the other for one week. He had planned on winning as he always does.

This time, with stakes on the line, the outcome was different. Darion had beat him in the race. Bryce couldn't believe it. Yet, a bet was a bet. So, he gave the TF phone to him since he won. Besides, he would only be an object for a week. There really was no need to worry about what Darion would do, he was his brother.

FOUR AND A HALF WEEKS LATER......

Darion was at the hotel on vacation. He was enjoying the nice time away from work. He put on his favorite flip flops that he has worn every week since winning them in a bet with his older brother. It was only supposed to be for a week, but he changed his mind. He thought about how much his brother gloated over how many times he had beaten him in competitions. It was his time to gloat as his brother was a comfortable pair of footwear. He would remind his brother every day that he was footwear till he decided to turn him back to normal. But now, four weeks later, he wasn't so sure about doing so. Bryce was his favorite flip-flop. He didn't want to give them up just yet. He will one day, but for now, he wanted to keep Bryce just like this.

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Note: every article of clothing is a former human.

Parker was hanging out with his friend Thomas at his house. Thomas and Parker had been best friends since their elementary years. The only time they weren't near each other was during their college years, but they always kept in touch with each other.

While at his best friend's place, Parker had noticed that there were several identifications on his bed. There were at least ten of them, all different persons. He was a little curious as to why Thomas had them. He only stumbled on them because he had to pass his bedroom to go to the bathroom.

After returning back to the den, Parker wanted to ask about all those identifications on his bed. It was just unusual. "I saw all those id's, I was wondering why you had them?" He asked Thomas.

Thomas was cleaning out his drawer and forgot to put them back up before Parker came over. He thought, should he tell a lie or tell the truth. But seeing how his dark secret was discovered, there was no way to fully hide it, even if he told a lie. Parker will have to learn the truth and also the danger of knowing the truth.

"Those are people who lost their humanity to me in one way or another." Thomas paused to wager Parker feelings on what he said. "Some were willing while others were reluctant to be my object. They all belong to me regardless and for the rest of their lives." He added. He knew Parker would have some questions after hearing that.

Parker was both confused and shocked at the same time. How could a person become an object, he pondered. And how could Thomas turn people into objects. "You are joking, right?" He asked, hoping his friend was joking. He saw Thomas shake his head. "How?" Was all he could think of to say next.

"I developed the ability to turn people into objects from a spell book I had bought online ten years ago. So, the first few victims were quite unwilling, but I saw it really worked." Thomas paused, feeling proud of himself. "Now I just randomly do it based on a whelp. Take, for example, my sweater top, undershirt, underwear, and sweat pants I am currently wearing are all former humans. They are quite comfortable and durable. Human material can last for a very long time, I have to say." He smiled, thinking about his human transformed clothes.

Parker didn't know whether to believe his friend or not. "Are they dead?" He asked back, being curious.

"Nope, still alive. In fact, all their senses are magnified by a factor of 1000. They taste all my sweat in a unique way. They smell they get is so strong for them. Honestly, it sucks for them, but I don't really care. I like having durable clothes." Thomas boasted about his objects.

Parker was still thinking he was lying about this whole thing. "Prove it, transform one of them back to human." He requested.

"Unfortunately, I am having found a reversal spell to learn that ability. I only know how to transform people into objects for now." Thomas responded and was, in fact, telling the full truth on that. He hasn't yet found the reversal spell. So anyone he turns into an object is permanent transformation for now.

Parker wasn't buying it. He would try his best friend one more time, but this time putting himself as the willing test subject. "Turn me into an object for your use then." He requested.

Thomas couldn't believe it, especially after hearing there was no way to reverse the change. "I really don't think you want me to do that. I won't be able to reverse what I do to you. You will be just like the current clothes I am wearing." He tried to persuade him from that course of action.

"Now I know you are lying because you really can't do it. So, how did you get all those identifications?" Parker questioned him.

Thomas was telling the truth. If his best friend wanted proof, he would give him the proof. But he knew Parker would regret asking for it afterward. "If you want proof, I will transform you into my socks. Beware, this will be permanent. You would be serving my feet for the rest of your life. And I tend to keep my property forever." He reluctantly agreed to do it.

"This I would like to see." Parker spoke, still skeptical about the whole thing.

Thomas looked directly at Parker. He focused his power and spoke, "nice comfortable black socks." He then waited for the magic to do its thing.

Parker was about to laugh when he noticed his mouth was sealed shut suddenly. His skin started to change black and become like cotton material. He was shrinking by the evidence that Thomas was getting larger. He tried to scream for help, but all that he could make was mumbling. Thomas was telling the truth after all. He didn't want to be stuck as socks forever.

Thomas was about to pity his best friend, but then the guy asked for this. If he had left it alone, he would not be turning into his permanent pair of socks right now. "I can't reverse it, dude. But I can't wait to try you on, though. I am sure you will be a comfortable pair of socks." He sort of laughed at the situation.

Parker was so confused how his best friend for years could find this humorous as he now saw his whole body was a ball of black cotton material. He reformed and spilt in two. He finally was a pair of black socks. He truly regretted forcing the issue.

Thomas picked up the socks that were his former best friend since elementary years. They felt good. He put them on his feet and loved the comfort of his new socks. "By the way, I treat my former humans as just objects now. So I won't be chatting with you after this moment. You are just socks now. But you are really comfortable. I think I should go to the gym to get you broken into your new life of keeping my feet comfortable. So I guess this is bye to your humanity and hello to just being nothing but socks." He spoke for the last time to his former best friend Parker. He got up and went to put on his favorite gym shoes. He sniffed them briefly. The thought of being trapped in their with 1000% senses upgrade was horrible to think about, but it would be Parker's prison for the next two hours.

Parker mentally was begging for death. First, being wrapped around his best friend's feet was horrible. His feet already had an odor to them. But to be trapped in such foul stench added more misery to his new situation. He then remembered that Thomas was about to go to the gym. He hated that he pressed the issue even more now. But this was his new life, a life that his best friend's feet would be torturing him without end.

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Lost and Found

it's a hot day, so heading to the public pool didn't seem like a bad idea to you. Heading out to a swim, you cool off for a good while, feeling the water lap around your body as you float around, it helps that the place is mostly empty, you only see two men chilling at the pool as well.

your moment of relaxation however, is interrupted when you hear one of the two others talking rather loudly, still at the pool.

"C'mon, we gotta leave"

"I can't, not like this. I need to find my underwear first. I'm not leaving the place naked"

That catches your attention, and you take a second look at the man who is unwillingly skinny-dipping at the pool: he's a fairly burly man, with thick arms and a bit of a pot-belly, all of it peppered with a somewhat thick layer of body hair. A tried and True bear, all things considered. He's looking around, while keeping one hand underwater to cover his private parts, and you can't really take your eyes off of him...

for a moment you think he notices you, but he quickly dives down on the water, and like that, you lose sigh of him. You shrug and try to go back to just floating around, when you feel water splash besides you, thowing you off-balance, when you can finally see what just happened, you notice that the naked man from a few moments ago has emerged right besides you, smirking down at you.

"You wanted to get a peek, eh? I can give you more than that" He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you feel your own body distorting. your limbs shrink away into your torso, your body turns hollow, your face disappears, and your skin morphs in color and texture, you had been completly turned into a tight blue speedo.

your mind is still reeling, and you don't understand what just happened. You try to move your limp body, but can only feel it slightly wriggle. More than that, you feel... something still gripping on you. you find your vision returning, and see the man from before towering above you, still smirking. You try to speak, to protest against whatever just happened but no words come out.

"C'mon, did you find it?" The other man asks

"Yeah! just gimme a moment to put it on" and right after that, you feel yourself being pulled down underwater, through the blur of the water, you can see the man raise a leg, and then, in something you never thought would happen to you, you feel... something run through you, his leg moving through the top of your body and getting out at one hole at the bottom, your fabric running against his leg before stopping halfway. He puts his other leg through you as well, and then finally pulls you up. A moment ago, you felt completely hollow, limp and empty, but now, you feel full, to an almost overwhelming extent. and even more absurdly, stretched around the man's crotch and ass, the water soaking your fabric just making you cling even more tightly to him. You struggle, trying to get out, but you simply can't. And to make matters worse, every time you struggle, your new form throbbing around the man only excites him, making him just that bit harder. your mind feels cloudy every second you rub against his manhood, and after a few seconds, you feel him rub your form against his own dick.

"There you go. You fit quite well, you know? and quite feisty too. I might just keep you, eheh"

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"Wait, so you're wearing him right now?"

"Yep, he kept insisting on it, and eventually i just gave him what he wanted. Not that I'm complaining"

Michael pondered at the thought. His friend Brian had learned on how to transform others into... pretty much anything he wanted, and ever since then, it's been one story after another that he told him about. From parties where he had gotten a few hookups ending up adding to his now impressive physique, to bets with their human forms put up as the ante. He acted so casual about it, but no matter what, it always surprised him.

"So, what... is he right now? Your socks? Shorts?" Michael tried to guess.

"Nope. Underwear"

"O-oh..." the answer made Michael blush almost instantly. The thought of your entire being compressed into fabric and pressed around someone's crotch. If he had to be honest, he had thought about asking to Brian if he could try that on him, but he had his reservations about it. Still, with each story, these reservarions eroded, and now, hearing once again about someone that asked to be transformed.

"... can i see it?" He asks somewhat sheepishly

"What, Now? We're in the middle of a hike, Michael."

"Yeah, and fairly off-track. Plus you already came here without a shirt, and it's not like anyone else is gonna show up now"

Brian sighed, a smile forming on his lips.

"Fine, fine. You wanna see it that badly? I can give you a peek"

Despite how Brian worded that, what Michael got was more than just a peek, with brian unbuttoning and pulling his shorts down, leaving his legs and, more importantly, his crotch on full display. He saw the white fabric of the underwear enveloping Brian's junk, and for a moment, he saw it squirm for a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was just a trick of his eyes.

"So, like what you see?"

"Definitely"

"Great! Maybe next time, you'll be the one I'm wearing" Brian smirked at his friend's stunned reaction "you're not that great at hiding what you want, you know"

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Story request by @thetfer

I had been going through my closet, looking at my clothes. Some of them are fans of my TF blog who wanted to be objects I own. Some of them are unwilling objects just because I decided to TF them for fun. Of course, not all them ended up being written about, but some were.

One day, while checking my DMs, I saw one who followed my blog, who was complaining about my TF activity. Thetfer was upset at what I had been doing. He was downright rude about it, in fact. I really didn't have an issue with turning my fans and followers into objects, but apparently, he did. So I decided to ignore his complaint.

After several weeks, thetfer messages were starting to get on my nerves, and something had to be done about it. I invited him to meet me at a local park to discuss his concerns in person. I assume he would be scared to voice his concerns in person, but he actually came.

Thetfer voiced that I was cruel for what I was doing and even threatened to call the authorities on my activities if I didn't cease. I had no intentions of stopping my TF fun. I remained silent while he talked. What he didn't know was that I have my TF device set up in my car pointing directly at the park bench we were sitting on. With remote in hand, I stood up and stepped a few feet from the bench. I hit the remote button. A ray of light struck him.

I watched as he quickly started shrinking in size. "You complained about my TF activity and that it wasn't fair. Now you get to see first hand why you really shouldn't have complained to me." I told him. He begged and pleaded for me to let him go, but I was too much enjoying the moment. I was looking forward to a fresh pair of insoles.

Finally, the transformation was complete. I picked up the insoles on the bench and brought them home with me. I laid them on the bed so that I could determine which pair of shoes to put them in.

These shoes was a fan that obsessed with me. So I decided if I was his obsession, he would be a perfect pair of shoes. Unfortunately, he wasn't very comfortable to wear, even though I wore him often. My foot odor saturated the insides of the poor loser. I almost felt bad for him, almost. Seeing that thetfer could make this loser more comfortable, I stuffed inside the foul stench.

I tried them on, and oh my goodness, the shoes felt much better to wear thanks to thetfer. I thought about thanking him, but who really gives praises to insoles. It's their job to make our shoes comfortable for us to wear. There was no need to thank it.

Thetfer was hurting painfully as anon-sect crushed him under his feet. He wished he had never gone to meet him or complain so much. He wished the pain was the only bad part, but the shoe he was in smelled so bad that he would have gaged if he had a physical mouth. It was the most foul foot odor he had ever encountered. He mentally pleaded to be set free. Anon-sect continued to keep the shoes on going about his day, not concerned about the well-being of his new insoles.

Thetfer had been insoles for about two weeks, being switched from shoe to shoe, serving anon-sect feet. It was a never-ending torture. No matter which pair of shoes he wore, he was always the insoles inside them. Nothing but daily torture. He thought this existed was hopeless till he heard his boyfriend confronting anon-sect about his whereabouts.

I was upset at seeing thetfer's boyfriend up in my face about his disappearance. Somehow, I thought I had gotten away like I always do. But I knew how to fix the issue. Fortunately for me, I also have a TF phone. I took it out quickly. I put in the setting of a pair of white AND1 socks. Before his boyfriend could figure out what was going on, I snapped the picture. He was gone. In his place was my new pair of socks.

I took off my shoes to speak to my insoles for the first time in a long while. "If you were hoping your boyfriend would rescue you, I am dashing your hopes right now. He is my socks. You really are a lucky pair of insoles. Who knows who you will deliver to me for me to transform them." I laugh as I take off my current socks and put on my new socks. They felt wonderful. "Your boyfriend is on my feet now. At least you will be close to him." I laugh more and put my shoes back on with my special pair of insoles inside them.

Thetfer mentally begged anon-sect for forgiveness and to let both of them go, but with no means to convey this, he saw that he and his boyfriend were stuck this way. It was a horrible existence to live the rest of his life serving his feet. He just wished he would just give him a day or two break instead of being used every day. Unfortunately, he was insoles and had no right to determine how much he was used.

[anon-sect]

You, anon-sect, were going about your usual routine of going to the gym and hanging out with friends. After several hours in the hot sunshine, you decided to head home. Taking a seat on the train home, you heard the pleading cries of the transformed victims trapped on your feet. You had seriously abused them today, but they were just your socks and shoes, so you didn't care. Your feet were sweating like crazy, forcing both socks and shoes to absorb it all. As you wiggled your toes within them, you could tell the shoes didn't have long left before they were completely trashed.

Looking around the train car, you noticed a perfect target to TF into new ones just a few feet away from you. He was a muscular looking stud with a handsome face that you were dying to step on as an insole. The stud was also completely distracted by his phone, making it even easier to TF him without him even realizing that he's screwed. This made your cock very hard.

Sliding yourself up the row towards him, you subtly eyed him up, imagining how comfortable he was gonna be on your feet. You pulled out the TF device and set the program to “SHOES/PERMANENT”. After making sure no one was watching, you pulled the trigger on it and fired the device at the guy. There was a bright flash of light, and as it died down, Anon-sect, you expected to see your new shoes sitting on the seat in front of you, but somehow…someway, the muscular guy was still there, completely untouched by the transformation beam. This was more than confusing for you, you had done this so many times in the past. At this point, you had probably transformed hundreds of innocent lives, irreversibly reshaped into any object you deemed them to be. No one had ever resisted the effects of your device up till this point, it was outright impossible for this guy to still be human.

You pondered what might've gone wrong, looking over the device best you can without drawing too much attention. You were angry, no, Furious that he had survived your shot, so when he started chatting with you, it took everything in you to not blow up at him.

“Hey, did your little toy break? Aww, that sucks man…”, the guy across from you spoke up, sounding exactly like the dumb ‘Jock Bro’ he appeared to be. There was a hint of sympathy in his voice, which you had to hold your breath at to keep from laughing. You had just tried to turn him into your permanent footwear, and he was saddened by your perceived “broken toy”? It made you wonder, if you told him what you had planned on doing to him, would he apologize for failing to become your shoes? Man, this guy is such an easy target, it almost felt cruel…

“No, it's not broken. It's also not a toy, but if I told you what it really was, I'd have to, in a literal sense,  put a foot in your mouth”, you snapped back at him, smirking slightly at your own sly word play and continued trying to suss out the fault in the device.

The guy had a dumbfounded look on his face, but then he seemed to catch on to something, “Uh…ohhh, like some kind of secret project? Aw, that's pretty cool man! I've actually got my own secret project goin’, wanna see!?”, 

This guy was starting to annoy you, but not to seem suspicious, you looked up at him, faining curiously.

The guy looked overjoyed to see you interested in his so called “secret project”. He excitedly turned his phone towards you and showed you the image that was on the screen. “I snapped a pic of these awesome shoes that I want, am just waitin’ on them realizing they're supposed to be there”. Despite his obvious luke-warm IQ, it was hard not to be indeered to this guy. You were ready to write him off as a dumb meathead that would soon be imprisoned on your feet…until you actually looked at the picture on his phone. It showed a pair of white coloured High-Top sneakers, with red and black accents. You had to agree, they did look pretty awesome…however, the picture depicted the shoes on the floor of the train car, the exact same one you were in…then you realized what kind of phone this guy had…it was a TF phone.

You started to feel extremely lightheaded, your surroundings spinning rapidly around you. You looked down at your own TF device and your mistake was flashing right in your face. “Please Confirm Your Settings” was displayed on its screen. You had forgotten to press confirm, and without doing that, the device would never have fired…which meant that the bright flash of a TF beam didn't come from your device after all, but instead it came from the Muscular Jock Bro's phone!

Looking up at him in horror, you slid off your seat and landed with a thud on the floor right by the guy's nasty, beat-up gym sneakers.

“Yo, what you doin’ on the floor man…? Oh, wait! Are you tryna catch a whiff of ma feets? That's kinda weird Bro, my feet really stink, but, I guess it ain't hurtin’ no one…”, and with a confused, but friendly smile, the guy kicked off his sneakers and pressed his hot, stinky, sweat-soaked socked feet right against your face. “Oh, by the way, ma names Chad! I would ask for your name, but, I don't think shoes deserve names…”, despite retaining his air-headed bubbly himbo tone, the last line he spoke had a sinister edge to it, revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You had become completely paralyzed shortly after landing on the floor, so you could do nothing as the guy shoved his stinking,  rancid feet in your face. Was this karma…? Was the universe torturing you like this as a form of revenge on behalf of all your former victims? This was the only explanation that made sense to you. How else could you have forgotten such a simple step like press confirm on your settings, you've done that a million times! All you could do was sniff, Chad's putrid, toxic foot stink no doubt speeding up the transformation process as you felt a strange sensation in your skin.

“Uh…hey Bro!”, the guy called down to you, pretending badly to sound concerned, “you don't look so good, man…it looks like you'returnin’ whit! Are ma feets too stinky for ya!? Aw, am so sorry, Man”, his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and even worse, you could spot a very visible bulge pressing against his sweats…he was enjoying this.

His feet were so rancid,  but they were the least of your concerns. With pleading eyes, you looked up at him, begging, praying he would stop this…but the look of pleasure on his face told you that was never going to happen. As he gently stroked the sizable bulge in his pants, you felt your skin get tighter, squeezing out a few tears from your eyes…you didn't want this, you didn't want to be some guy's shoes! This guy was supposed to be your shoes!! As you felt a mix of fear and anger, your transformation seemed to accelerate, causing intense pain and discomfort as your body began to contort and reshape into its new form.

Staring down at you, the guy was now smirking, excited as he watched this happening to you. “Yo!!! Bro!!!! You're ma fuckin’ shoes now!!! Hahaha, pathetic loser!!!“, the guy eagerly watched as your horrific transformation was finalized, leaving you looking exactly like the picture on his phone.

Wasting no time, the guy pulled you onto his feet, your face instantly being squashed beneath his hot smelly foot. “Oh man, you feel so good on me, so comfortable!”, he remarked, pressing his foot down hard against your insole face.

This was Hell…not only were his feet fucking toxic, but the guy himself was a huge mound of muscle, weighing at least 400 pounds. However, your situation quickly changed from bad to worse when he pulled on the other shoe. From your experience with TFing people, you obviously knew the face became one of the insoles, but you never could figure out what formed the other insole…until now.

As Chad pulled on the other shoe, you could feel his sweaty toes sliding along your dick, before his heel settled down on top of your balls…this sensation made you want to cum so hard, but you couldn't, your cock was an insole. This orgasmic pleasure soon intensified as Chad played with the shoe on his foot, as if he knew your penis was now its insole. Pleasure turned to pain as there was no way to release the tension. 

“Oh please…please let me cum…oh god it hurts!!! Just let me cum, please god let me cum!!!”, you mentally begged, screamed and cried, but to release came. You were locked in eternal orgasm for the rest of your life!

“Oh f-fuck…”, that was the last thought you had before his full weight crushed down on your privets. You were in agony, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As for the muscular guy, he couldn't help but admire the quality of his new shoes! They felt high end, and super comfortable. Testing them out with a stroll up and down the train car, he found that the shoes would contract around his feet with each step, almost as if the shoes were giving his feet a massage as he walked. “Man, it was awesome of you to turn into my shoes! Am gonna wear you everyday Bro, especially to the gym! You're ma new favorite pair now!”, he excitedly informed you, mercilessly wiggling his big thick toes on you.

You screamed at the thought of that. Everyday!? There was no way you could mentally survive that! You began to cry and plead, begging to be turned human again, but it never came. You would live out the rest of your existence on his feet, smelling, tasting and feeling every second of it at 10000X the insanity of a normal human. 

Chad kept his word and wore you every single day, and to torture you even further, he also never changed his sock either. Eventually, you would begin to rot on his feet, his rancid sweat dissolving your shoe bodies. First to go was your insole cock. Chad's sweat had quickly stained it a deep orange, and once that happened, the integrity of your insole cock rapidly deteriorated with searing, blinding pain. You thought your mind was going to burn up…in fact, you hoped it would…unfortunately it stayed intact, forcing you to feel you cock and balls rot away beneath Chad's foot. Next was your face, you could both smell and taste yourself rotting, but you never died. Chad simply threw you in a closet with the rest of his rotting sneakers, leaving you to your fate in pain and agony as shoes, forever!

This is a post requested by @anon-sect Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Go check out @anon-sect and enduldge in his amazing TF stories!!

[anon-sect]

As requested by @gangesqueen for a Part Two

Lial was in a sweaty prison around Trey, the team captain's waist. He could hear the team celebrate their victory on the bus ride home. He could even hear their coach joining in on the celebration. He so wanted to scream for help for the coach to convince the team captain to let him go. But as an article of clothing, he couldn't do anything but cradle the waistline of who wore him. The sweaty prison was a nightmare. He was completely saturated by Trey's sweat and started to smell like the musky odor he was attached to.

After a two hour drive back, Trey got to his car and drove home. It was then he realized the sentient underwear he was wearing. They were enjoying the celebration so much he had forgotten about the special trophy the losing team gifted them. "Sorry to say, but your old life is over, buddy. My team and I get to have all the fun with you." He gloated over his transformed underwear.

Once home, Trey decided to let his transformed underwear know just how much of an object he was. He got undressed with just only his underwear on. He went to his computer desk and put on a porn video. As the action in the video intensified, so did his dick. He stroke and stroked it through his underwear until his load spilled on the inside. The release felt so wonderful. He gained a sense of superiority as he saw the underwear front wet with hot cum. The thought that he just did that to a former human actually felt great to him.

Lial felt so disgusted at his face being rubbed around Trey's dick. Feeling the warm cum wet his face made his feelings even worse. The guy literally ejaculated in him as though he was a simple object, a simple article of clothing on his body. He no longer felt human anymore. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, underwear bitch. I think I will sleep in you as well. You need to truly realize what your teammates did to you." He heard Trey laugh at him. Trey took a shower and put him back on his body, much to his disagreement.

The next day, Lial found himself turned back human again. He still smelled horrible from the musk from being Trey's underwear. He looked up at another of Trey's teammates. "I want a pair of bitch socks, Trey" Antoine spoke to his team captain. Lial thought being underwear was bad enough, but being socks on the jock's feet didn't sound pleasant. "Please, just let me go, I promise I won't say a word about what you have done to me" Lial pleaded, only to see Trey flash a light at him from his TF phone. He didn't have a chance to say another word.

Antoine picked up the Nike socks off the floor. "You have him for one day, then another person gets to play with him next." Trey spoke as he left Lial with Antoine to use as he pleased. He really was looking forward to this. He quickly slips him on his feet. It felt wonderful on feet, unlike normal socks. The former human was super comfortable to wear. Antoine decided to go on a five-mile jog for good measure on the transformed human. He didn't even get the guy's name, but that really didn't matter. He was socks now and socks don't need to have a name.

Lial saw this new experience was far worse than being wrapped around Trey's waist. Each step brought on levels of pain he never thought was possible. He mentally screamed in agony as Antoine started his jog. The pain seemed never ending. The pain wasn't the only thing he had to contend with. The sneakers he was shoved in smelled so bad, he wished he could have passed out just so that he didn't have to smell the foul stench. He mentally begged that he was having a bad nightmare and could wake up from it. After twenty minutes, he saw his nightmarish hell go from bad to worse. He was now tasting the foot sweat that was saturating his sock bodies. Being a transformed object heighted his senses 500% beyond normal. Every smell, touch and taste made his hell a place of torment. The jog seemed never ending.

Antoine returned from his jog to relax. His feet didn't hurt one bit. In fact, they have never felt better. He knew it was all due to his current socks. He wanted to thank his socks for doing such a good job. He knew one special way to do just that. He took off one sock and placed it over his dick. While watching porn, he ejaculated in it for good pleasure. With the other sock, he used that to clean his dick off. He didn't formally thank his socks, because who really speaks to their socks as though it's a person.

For the next several months, Lial was treated to being an object for each member of the team as something that person wanted him to be. He had been shoes, socks, underwear, a dildo, a condom, insoles, boots. He just wanted his nightmare to end. He was finally given back to the team captain after everyone had their fun with him. He was so hoping he would at last be free. He found himself human once again, not sure what was going to happen next.

"I give you the option, I turn you into a permanent pair of Nike Air Jordans for my feet forever, or you can suck my cock and be set free afterwards. Your choice." Trey told Lial. What Lial didn't know was that Trey had a devious plan if he chose to suck his cock.

Lial saw this as his opportunity to return back to normal life, even if that meant he had to suck the jock's sausage to get it. He quickly put Trey's dick in his mouth and started sucking it. He wasn't paying any attention to what Trey was doing above him.

Trey had the setting on the TF phone and snapped his picture. Lial vanished before him. All that was left was an extra six inches to his dick. He laughed as he realized that the guy was permanently his cock now. There was no way to reverse what he had done to him. Yet, he didn't want to reverse it. The loser was given to his team, so they got to do whatever they wanted with him. He pulled up his underwear and pants, trapping his new cock in darkness. He promised he would give the guy some action soon enough. There would be plenty who would want to suck his new dick or an ass he could be shoved in. The thought of subjecting the former human to that made him laugh

Lial realized that Trey had lied to him as he now found himself as the man's dick. His fate was sealed; his humanity was permanently gone forever. He was now the jocks sex tool for the rest of his life. He could only weep and feel contempt for his former teammates, who put him in this predicament.

[anon-sect]

[anon-sect]

Just slightly buzzed and making some feeble attempts to lift yourself up off the floor, you see your college friends bare feet come back down, the bottoms pressing themselves to your face, and pushing you back down. His foot smell drowns your senses as he casually peers down at you as an afterthought, him wrapping the bottom of one pair of toes over your nose, feeling you breathe in the odor from between his toes. Him listening to some music… your face just something to keep his feet occupied with as you let him overpower you. He flexes his toes on your nose some before rubbing the bottoms over your face for a bit. His soles smearing over your nose for a short bit, making you smell, until both feet remain still.. smothering you under their soft darkness. You lay there, taking deep sniffs, letting him conquer you with his feet. After 10 minutes of blindly shifting his soles some on your face, he drags one foot down, covering your nostrils again with his toes. He wipes and flexes the bottoms of them on your nose, him not paying attention to you, as you inhale the smell between his digits. Eventually he peers down at you, knowing you won’t move from there, buzzed your not… he knows his feet have you under their control. He slides the toes from your nose and just slightly forces his big toe in your mouth. You accept it, sucking on his pump toe, feeling his other toes cover your nose to sniff. You lay there for quite awhile licking and smelling your college buddies feet as he relaxes, drinking beer, totally chill with this new power play of keeping you down under his feet.

[anon-sect]

It started out as just a favor. Holms had asked his friend Jared to help him train his body for endurance in preparation for the upcoming run. He had wanted some special training. Jared had told him that being sneakers would help prepare his body for the run and that feet were the best trainer. He had a bad notion about being sneakers, but he had trust in his friend Jared. He let Jared turn him into a pair of Nike Air Jordans with a promise to be turned back after three days. It had been five months since the favor was asked. All that time, he has been nothing but a pair of shoes on Jared's feet. His body must definitely be ready for the run. All that time, he had to mentally endure the pain of the constant crushing his friend's feet had dealt him. He even smelled like his feet. He was wondering when his friend would keep his promise to make him human again.

Jared mentally laughed as he looked down at his favorite pair of shoes. Holms really fell for the lie of being returned back to human form. He was simply added to his collection of inanimate transformed items that used to be human. Since he never spoke back with him or even tells anyone why these are his favorite sneakers, no one would suspect that he has been wearing Holms for the past five months. Eventually, he will realize that he is stuck forever this way, he thought to himself.

[anon-sect]

Greg had found himself alone and stranded on a country dirt road. His car had completely put him down. It was overheating among other issues that were going on. He thought things couldn't get much worse until his cellphone battery died on him. Having the car battery dead didn't help his cellphone issue one bit. He was in a bad situation. He stood outside his car, hoping someone would drive by that could offer any kind of assistance for what felt like an eternity.

Several hours later, Gerg finally sees a vehicle coming down the dirt road. He waved the truck down, hoping the driver would stop and help him in any kind of way. The truck slowed down and came to a stop right where his car was. "Need some help there?" The guy asked him. Any help would be appreciated at this moment, Greg thought to himself as it was already late in the evening, and the sun was slowly setting. "Yes, my name is Greg. My car has put me down, and unfortunately, my cellphone is dead as well. I surely could use help in finding a place to stay for the night and then the next morning see about getting my car fixed. Could you help me, Sir?" He asked the driver in the truck.

Evan saw the stranger's sweated out clothes and the car broken down in the side of the road. He could tell the stranger was desperate for help at this point, especially if he had been stranded most of the day. "The closest hotel is about 50 miles outside of town. The name is Evan, by the way. The same goes for the nearest garage that can possibly fix your car. Other than that, there isn't much help I can do." Evan offered him. The guy really found himself in a bad predicament for his car to break down on him.

Greg heard what Evan said. He really thought his situation couldn't get worse. The closest hotel and garage were fifty miles outside of the town he was driving through. He really saw no choice, but the next question he was about to ask. "If you don't mind, could I stay at your place for the night? I can call for a tow truck to pick up my car in the morning and ride with him to the nearest garage." He asked, not really wanting to stay at the stranger's house, but that would be better than sleeping in how car for the night.

Evan thought about Greg's request. He did live alone in his four bedroom home. He could possibly let the guy stay for the night. "Sure, you can. Gather what you want and get in." He told the stranger as he unlock his passenger door for him.

Greg gathered some of his things and locked the rest in the trunk of his car. He got in with Evan and rode with him to his house. At least he wasn't sleeping on the street in his car, he thought to himself as he chatted with Evan in the way home.

Later that night, Evan wanted some type of payment for assisting him with a place to sleep tonight. "I know you have to pay to get your vehicle towed and repaired, but I would also like some form of compensation for helping you today." He slightly suggested to Greg. At least $100 would be nice, he thought to himself.

Greg couldn't pay him anything cash wise. He had spent the last of his cash at a gas station some time ago. All he had was his credit cards. And he needed to use them when he call for a tow truck to the repair garage. "Unfortunately, I don't have any cash handy, but as soon as I get to an ATM, I can pay you." He spoke as he thought about checking his bank account. He looked for his cellphone since he forgot to charge it up. After looking through the things he brought with him, he realized he had left the cellphone and charger in the trunk of his car. There was no way for him to call for assistance since he didn't have the numbers in his phone memorized.

Evan didn't like not being compensated. "I need to go back to my car to get my phone, I left it in my car. I just now realized that. If you don't mind assisting one more time." He heard Greg request his help again with no means of compensating him. He wasn't helping anymore unless there was something in it for him. "What about compensating me for my gas?" He asked back. Greg just shrugged his shoulders, showing an empty wallet with no cash. He left the room and came back with two glasses in his hands. "I will give you a ride after we both have a drink. I just need one to calm my frustration at the moment. " He spoke while handing one glass to Greg. He took several gulps from his while still observing Greg.

Greg didn't want to be rude to his host, who was helping him, so he took several gulps from the glass. Whatever it was, it was very tasty. So he quickly drunk the whole glass down without a second thought. "That was delicious. What was......" Suddenly, he felt himself woozy. He tried to speak, but he found it difficult to form words that would be coherent. He saw Evan smiling back at him as he lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"You may not understand, but I wanted compensation for helping you. And I know exactly how you can do that. It's a good thing for me that you left your phone behind. I don't have to worry about anyone looking for you at my place," he spoke and stripped Greg of his clothes and shoes. He came back with his TF Ray device. "You will be compensation for my help. At least that elixir I gave you will make you durable material for my new boots." He laughed and fired at Greg.

Greg tried to fight, not losing consciousness, but he lost. He couldn't understand what Evan was saying to him, but he had a feeling it would be bad. Losing the battle, he closed his eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to him.

THE NEXT DAY......

Greg finally awoke from his long slumber. He tried to move, but found his body unresponsive to the mental command to move. His body felt like it was reshaped and split in half. That wasn't all. He felt pressure of something crushing down on him that was causing him an extreme amount of pain, along with a slightly foul odor pressed on his face. He could faintly hear Evan talking to someone. What he heard completely shocked him. How could the nice stranger do this to him, he wondered.

"Man, the boots feel wonderful. I plan to keep them for years, especially since I want to test my durability formula." Evan laughed, talking to his friend on the phone while sitting in his truck. His friend asked where he got the boots from. "I was helping some stranger yesterday, and he couldn't pay me back for helping him, so I decided he would be the one as compensation. I tricked him and turned him into my boots. So I feel well compensated." He heard his friend laughing at the other end of the conversation. "Yeah, the dumb ass left his phone behind, so I get to keep him forever as my boots. Oh well, he has to get used to my feet for a while." He spoke and laughed. His friend laughed along with him.

TWO WEEKS LATER....

Greg had felt like he was in hell. Evan's feet tortured him every day. The constant crushing under his feet was relentless and without mercy. He was in pain every day. Even when he took him off his feet, he could still feel Evan's weight crushing him. Several nights, Evan would stuff the socks he had worn that day inside the boots. The torture was that some of those socks he had worn for several days. The foul stench would mentally keep him awake all night long. He was treated like any other footwear. He was a former human who had a life, job, friends, and family. And it was all completely taken away just because Evan wanted to be compensated for his troubles. Each day, he mentally pleaded and begged Evan to release him, but there was no response since the boots couldn't speak. Now, all he had to look forward to was being thrown away eventually. At least he hoped so. But hearing that he was given a durable formula, he could last for years in good condition, which meant Evan's feet would own him for ages. Greg mentally wept for his fate.