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Alec found himself in a predicament he had not expected. He had been messing around in his roommate's room as he usually does when he wasn't around. He usually tried to make sure he wasn't caught by putting everything back in its place. This time while messing around inside Jay's roommate, a beam of light shines on him. He found himself shrinking rapidly until he was only 7" tall. It was sometime later that he heard his roommate returning.

It took some time for Alec to make his way out of his roommate's room to the den in the apartment.

"Hey, Alec. Where are you at?" Jay called out. He didn't hear anything. He remembered seeing his car in the parking lot.

"I am down here!" Alec screamed but saw that Jay didn't hear him.

Jay took off his shoes and stretched out his feet to relax. He turned on the TV to watch one of his favorite shows. He wondered where his roommate was.

Alec saw he had no other way to get Jay's attention. He approached his giant socked feet. The odor coming off of them was intense at his small size. Even pinching his nose didn't help much. He punched his socked feet several times to get his attention.

Jay felt something small striking his socked foot. He looked down to see a shrunken Alec. He laughed. "Well, I see my little trap worked." He laughed again.

Trap!? Alec thought to himself. "That ray of light was some sort of trap?" He questioned him.

Jay leaned down to hear what Alec said. He nodded. "I knew you were messing around inside my room. So, I set up a shrink ray as a trap. I think being tiny for a month or so will teach you a lesson." He smirked back.

"What do I do in the meantime?" Alec questioned back with confusion about his situation.

"I know what you can do. Start worshipping my giant feet. You are going to be tiny for a while." Jay laughed wiggling his socked toes at tiny Alec.

Alec saw that Jay also was serious even when he laughed. He started kissing his socked feet despite the odor and sweat on the socks. "Nice to have a tiny foot worshipper." He heard him say from above. He honestly didn't have a choice. His roommate had the power to restore him to normal. He would have to submit no matter how much he didn't want to.

Jay wanted his annoying roommate to think there was hope for getting back to normal life again. The truth was that he only created a shrink ray, which was why he rarely used it. He hadn't developed a way to reverse the size of whatever he shrunk. Alec was forever stuck tiny, at least for the moment until he developed a way to reverse it. Yet, he was definitely in no hurry to reverse his size. This was his punishment for messing around in his room without permission.

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"Here is the deal. I will turn your friend back to normal after six months as my foot slave. If you don't accept, he remains my Nike socks." Greg spoke down to the guy kneeling at his bare feet.

Henry didn't know how to answer. He knew his best friend had gone missing two months back. The police had given up the search, but he didn't. He finally tracked down where he was, but was shocked to see Terry had been turned into a pair of socks this guy had been wearing for two months. "Why did you do this to him?" He asked first.

"Your friend refused to pay back what he owed, so now he is my socks. You could change that though. Agree to the deal and he will be human in six months." Greg paused as a thought entered his mind. "I hope your friend can survive eight months with my feet by then." He laughed.

Henry saw no other way to save his best friend. He leaned in close and licked the soles of Greg's feet. They had a salty and sweaty taste to them. He continued to lick from heel to toe and between his toes.

"Good boy, I see you made your decision." Greg paused. "There is one more thing. If you disappoint me, you will end up as my sneakers. So being a good slave gets your friend his humanity back and your freedom. But then a good pair of sneakers would be nice." He laughed as the guy continued to worship his feet.

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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.

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Drake and Ben were tired of their roommate just throwing his dirty clothes all over the apartment and them having to clean up behind him. They both have talked with him about it, but he would only clean up for one day and then go back to his lazy ways.

Ben and Drake decided to give Frank his own personalize space that would be more suitable.

Frank saw Ben and Drake chilling on the couch when he came in from work. He took off his shoes and stinky socks. He tossed them into a pile he started the previous day. He half-way expected Ben to complain first. He was shocked when he didn't. Instead, he did something that caught him off guard.

"Hey Frank, come have a seat and a drink with us." Ben holding up a full glass towards Frank, with a genuine smile on his face.

Frank didn't know what to think about this new behavior. He sat down between his two roommates after taking the glass. He took several sips and found it tasty. "What drink is this?" He asked.

"Something I mixed up for tonight," Drake told Frank. He watched as he continued to finish the liquid down.

Frank couldn't help himself. He finished it off rather quickly. It tasted so good. Suddenly, he felt extremely sleepy. Something didn't feel right. "Really, what was in that drink?" He asked in a slurred way. He saw Ben and Drake now laughing.

"Oh, you will see when you wake up," Ben smirked.

The last image he saw was both roommates standing up, looking down at him smiling with glee.

Frank was woken up by a foul odor. Whatever he was lying on smelled foul. When he opened his eyes, he immediately saw it was a giant sock. It was his sock. He could tell by how dirty it was. That wasn't the only difference. He was tiny and in a small cage on the floor. He looked up to see Ben and Drake were giant-sized now. "What did you two do to me?" He asked, extremely upset over his new circumstance.

"We shrunk you down to just 4" tall. This is your new room now." Drake explained.

"Is it permanent?" Frank asked, not wanting to be tiny forever.

"Don't worry about that, we will decide. For now, at least, this cage is your new room." Drake paused. "Way easier to keep our apartment clean now." He laughed as he put his foot up against the cage.

"I have an idea. He could be our little pet for a while." Ben suggested to the look of shock on Frank's face.

"I am no pet!" Frank screamed back.

"We will see about that, little pet." Ben spoke as he closed the cage door and locking it. Both walked off with Frank looking through the cage bars.

Frank now wished he was a better roommate. Becoming his roommate's pet wasn't something he ever wanted.

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Commissioned story for @Iuancarlos1227

Alejandro loved fishing. It was his favorite thing to do to relax. His parents were going on a long trip, but they didn't want to leave him home alone due to his aptitude to throw house parties when he wasn't there. So, his parents asked his uncle, Joao Antonio to house sit while they are gone on a business trip for the next couple of months.

Alejandro would have rather had the house to himself than for his uncle to be staying with him for the next couple of months. The problem was that uncle was cool with one exception. He didn't like fishing whatsoever. He loved eating fish and sushi, but the art of fishing annoyed him. He had one time asked him why he hated fishing so much, but he never gave a good reason why.

It was worse for Alejandro when his Uncle Joao had forbidden him from fishing while his parents were away. While he would be staying there, there would be absolutely no house parties or going out to go fishing. This greatly displeased him, but it would not deter him from trying to fish.

This led to an argument with his uncle when he caught him fishing just a few days after his parents had left. Clearing breaking his rules wasn't something his Uncle Joao was going to stand for. He warned his nephew there would be consequences for breaking his rules again.

Alejandro's desire to go fishing would not be denied. He snuck out one night to go fishing. He had hoped to return before his uncle found out. When he came back home, his uncle was in a chair in the den waiting on him to return.

"I see you went fishing again." Uncle Joao spoke in an annoyed tone.

"It's what I like to do, and you can't stop me." Alejandro spoke up defiantly. No one was going to stop him from fishing.

"I guess you have to suffer the consequences for a full week. I told you not to break my rules, or there would be consequences." Uncle Joao took out his phone and pointed the camera at his nephew. After putting in some settings, he hit the flash option. "Just remember it's only for a week, I promise. That should be long enough to teach you a lesson. I am sure my feet will do that nicely." He added.

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Alejandro found that he couldn't move at all or speak. He felt his uncle picking him up off the floor. The next thing he saw he never expected. His uncle's foot was entering him and settling directly on his face. He realized what his uncle had done. He had literally turned him into shoes for him to wear. He now understood what he meant by his feet would teach him a lesson for a week. "Change me back." He mentally pleaded at the mercy of his uncle's feet. He didn't want to be his shoes for an entire week. Once both shoes were secured on his uncle's feet, he knew what a full week would be like.

Uncle Joao like his new temporary shoes. "Wow, you do make comfortable shoes, nephew. I do promise to keep my word. It will be only for the next seven days. Until then, I think I will enjoy these shoes to the fullest." He laughed as he walked about his day as though he was wearing normal shoes on his feet.

The next seven days were a nightmare for Alejandro. His uncle wore him everywhere he went. The worse was that he didn't wear any socks the entire time. It was his bare feet. It only took one day to smell like sweaty feet. His insole face had molded to his uncle's feet for max comfort. He was forced to take in direct foot odor to his face and absorb all his foot sweat and musk. And then do it all over again the next day. He was treated like common shoes the entire time. His uncle didn't speak to him. He just walked in him as though he was just an object on his feet and nothing more. He had no means to scream for help or protest this treatment. A whole week felt like a month under his uncle's feet. Each day felt like it took forever for his uncle to take him off. Even when he did take him off, he could still feel all that foot sweat now drying on his insole face and musk all inside his shoe bodies. There was no escape from it from day to day whether being worn or not.

After the seven days were over, Alejandro was back to human again, but he reeked of his uncle's feet. "I am glad to be back to normal. I need to wash your feet funk off of me."

"I take you learned your lesson then." Uncle Joao walked off smiling at the results.

It took several showers back-to-back to fully get rid of his foot funk. Alejandro still wanted to go fishing regardless. He just would have to be smart about it in a way that his uncle would not find out. Being a pair of shoes for a week was a nightmare. He definitely didn't want to go through all that all over again, because it might be longer than a week.

Two days later, Alejandro received a text from one of his friends that eleven of them were going out on the lake for a big fishing reunion. And he was invited to come. That excited him, but he worried his uncle would find out what they were doing.

"Hey Uncle Joao, a friend invited me over to his place for the night. I should be back in the morning." Alejandro told his uncle, leaving out the crucial part for safety reasons.

"Okay, as long as it has nothing to do with fishing." Uncle Joao agreed.

"I promise, no fishing. I learned my lesson while you are here. Your feet were horrible." Alejandro added. His uncle only just laughed at his comment.

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Alejandro was glad to meet out with his group of friends and to be out on the lake fishing, drinking beer and enjoying one another. Soon part of the conversation came up about why he wasn't out fishing much. They had miss seeing him. He explained the situation of his uncle staying with him while his parents are way on a business trip. HIs uncle despised fishing and would not let him go fishing whatsoever.

"Your uncle would be upset then since he knows what you are doing now." Ricardo suggested.

"He doesn't know. I told him that I wasn't fishing." Alejandro corrected. "He would not have let me come if he knew that fact." He added.

"What are you going to do with the fish you catch?" Tan asked nexted.

"One of you will have to bring it to my place as a gift. He would not know the difference." Alejandro thought up quickly. "That way I get to fish, and he never found out."

After fishing for a while, one of his friends wanted a picture with him and the fish he caught. Luiz wanted his picture taken with the two fishes he caught from the lake. Alejandro agreed and snapped a picture of him with his phone.

Picture source: provided by @luancarlos1227

Luiz liked the picture and uploaded it to his social page.

Uncle Joao saw a notification on his phone. Someone who was a friend of his nephew had posted a picture of himself holding the fish he caught. He was then angry when he saw that his nephew was tagged in the post with eleven other guys about the fishing trip they were on. It infuriated him that his nephew broke his rule once again and lied about his whereabouts. He decided he would teach him a permanent lesson. Since he loved fishing so much, he decided that he should share the fate of what happens to fish when they are caught. In fact, he decided to include all eleven of his friends as well.

As Alejandro and his friends arrived back, he saw his uncle standing there with a twisted smile on his face. He saw that he had something up his sleeve, and he wasn't going to like it.

"You like fishing so much, I think you should know what it feels like." Uncle Joao spoke as he took out his phone and pointed the phone camera at the twelve of them.

"Wait, I can explain." Alejandro quickly pleaded but was too late as the camera flashed at all of them. He found himself unable to move or speak. He couldn't hear his friends either. He wondered what his uncle had done to them.

Uncle Joao gathered up the fish on the ground. "Yummy. I think it's going to be sushi night for me." He laughed as he picked up all the fish, including the once they caught.

Uncle Joao knew of a chief buddy who specialized in preparing fish and making great sushi. He took the fish to him to prepare it. He was looking forward to having some good sushi. He had wanted his friend to prepare the whole batch so that he could take some home with him to eat there.

Alejandro couldn't believe what was happening. His uncle turned him and his friends into fish. He had no means to call for help. He was helpless as the chief began to slice and dice him and his friends up. It was painful being prepared into sushi for his uncle to eat.

Uncle Joao thought to himself at his friend's restaurant. How was he going to explain to his brother where his son was. Alejandro was 23 years old, so that would qualify for moving away from home. It would be a good enough explanation. He also wondered how human transformed fish would taste like. Would it taste like normal sushi or something different? He definitely was looking forward to trying it out for sure.

Uncle Joao's friend came over with several boxes and a small sample tray of the sushi. "The rest of the fish is prepared in the boxes. This is just your sample to eat here and enjoy." His friend told hm. He thanked him as he walked back to the kitcen.

"You all look so yummy. What should I sample first?" He laughed looking down at the sample plater in front of him. He didn't know which pieces were his nephew and which were his friends. To tell the truth that really didn't matter. All of them was his food now. He took a bite of one after dipping it in some sauce. "Oh, you taste good, whoever you are." He added.

Alejandro watched in horror as his uncle consumed a piece of one of his friends. He mentally cried to wake up from this nightmare. He watched as his uncle drunk his beer and eat sushi until he finally picked him up off the platter. He dipped him in sauce and dropped him in his mouth. His uncle's teeth were like sharp knives ripping him a part piece by piece. It was extremely painful to say the least. It soon came to an end when his chewed remains were swallowed into his uncle's gut to be digested in his stomach acid. The sum of his life now being consumed in his uncle's stomach.

Uncle Joao went back home with his boxes of sushi after finishing his sample platter. All of it tasted so good. He couldn't wait to try more while watching a good movie on the big screen tv. Who knew such punishment would taste so good.

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Drey had pleaded his boyfriend not to break up with him. He was caught cheating on him, but it was a momentary lapse of judgment. He didn't mean to do it. Oscar had every intention of leaving him, but he begged him to stay. Oscar agreed not to break up with him on one condition. He could pick the terms at which they stayed together. He reluctantly agreed to those conditions. What he didn't expect was that the condition was a permanent one.

Oscar turned him into a nice pair of sneakers that were indestructible. He could keep him as his sneakers for ages to wear on his feet. He was powerless and at the mercy of his feet. Oscar would wear him bare foot every time. Drey was forced to deal with rank and sweaty feet every time his boyfriend wore him. With his face serving as the insoles, Oscar took great pleasure in pressing down on his face, especially considering that he hated feet. Now, he was forced to see feet all the time. He had to absorb his foot sweat. After a few weeks, he reeked of a strong foot odor that wasn't going away.

Drey thought his new existence couldn't get any worse till he saw Oscar in a new relationship with a new boyfriend. He was now just a pair of shoes his former boyfriend owned. And that was how Oscar treated him once he started dating his new boyfriend. His new boyfriend thought it was hilarious that he was nothing but shoes. Since both him and Oscar had the same size feet, Oscar would sometimes lend him to his new boyfriend to wear. As shared shoes, his new life got worse. It was shared between two pairs of sweaty feet. He often didn't know which one was wearing him from day to day. All he knew was that Oscar and his new boyfriend was his owners, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Picture source: @alexfeet70

"I taught those three tourists a valuable last night." Evan boasted to his buddy as he posed to take a picture. He loved how his new swimwear and flip flops felt. "After being such a good waiter, not a single one of them left a tip." He added.

"What did you do to them." Alfonzo asked his friend, curious as to why he was boasting.

"You see my flip flop and swimwear, right?" He asked Alfonzo, smiling with glee.

"Yeah, but what has that has to do with my question?" He asked back, pondering.

"All three were made useful since they didn't tip." Evan laughed.

Alfonzo finally got it. "Dude, did you really turn them into your swimwear and flip flops?" He wanted clarification that he heard what he just heard.

Evan nodded. "Yup. The best part is that it's permanent. I deleted their data from the app." He laughed still at the fate of the three he transfomed the previous night. "Oh well, they are just objects now."

"That is so cruel, Evan." Alfonzo commented, being glad his friend had never opted to use the app on him.

"Well, they should have tipped me. Now, lest go have some fun. I heard some hot girls are on the beach at this time." Evan spoke as Alfonzo followed him. Each step was crushing the poor tourists who failed to tip. Those two were the lucky ones. The one who was his swimwear was suffering his sweat and musk from his balls and cock. That thought really amused him.

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yellow underwear >>>

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Robert had admired Drayson. He made sure that he was there on the days and times that he was there. This went on for weeks without speaking directly to Drayson.

One day, Drayson came over to him. "Hey, what's your name?" Robert was asked. He was shocked at first. "Name is Robert. And yours?" He asked back even though he already knew it.

"I am Drayson. I came over because I have noticed you noticing me. The fact that you show up every time I show up isn't coincidence. You think?" Drayson questioned him.

Robert was found out. He wondered how he should respond. "I have been noticing you a lot." He paused and decided to go with the truth despite whatever the outcome will be "I have a big crush on you. And a fantasy as well." He spoke truthfully.

"Hmmm, and a fantasy. Drayson wondered. He was curious as to what it was. "Do tell me." He requested, hoping it wasn't too weird.

"I have admired your big feet. I have been wondering what it would feel like to be in your sneakers when you work out." Robert spoke feeling a little embarrassed saying out loud what he was thinking.

"Perhaps I can help you with that. And it could be a little fun for me." Drayson paused. "Follow me." He directed.

Robert followed Drayson to the locker room. He saw Drayson making sure the locker room was empty. He saw him pull a small bottle and hand it to him. "Drink this first. It might taste nasty, but drink all of it. It will help with the durability." He was told. "What durability?" He asked as he sniffed the liquid. It had a slightly bad odor to it. "Just drink it if you want your fantasy to come true." He was told again, this time more forceful. So, he drunk down the nasty tasting liquid. He couldn't even describe how bad it tasted.

"Good. Now for the next part." Drayson pulled out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. There was a new feature that was recently added to the update. He turned the camera towards Robert and hit flash.

Robert noticed the flash. A few seconds later he saw the room looked bigger and was getting larger by the second. He saw Drayson smiling down at him. He quickly realized that he was shrinking in size. By the time he reached thirty seconds, he was only about 10" tall. He saw Drayson laughing as he took off his sneaker and sock to reveal his now massive bare foot.

"I need to make you the perfect size insole to fit in my sneakers. The best result is to use my barefoot. It is also the most fun, too." Drayson laughed as he lowered his barefoot down on Robert.

Robert didn't have time to flee as Drayson's foot quickly came on top of him. He felt himself being crushed and flattened. Yet, he wasn't dying. He was felt like he was being stretched and molded to Drayson's large foot. This constant pressure went on for a good five minutes. He literally had to be peeled off of Drayson's foot.

"Ah, the perfect size for my feet." Drayon paused as he then peeled Robert in half, producing a pair of insoles. "Ah, you look cute with you face and body soon to be resting in my sneakers for my comfort." He laughed as he placed both humanlike looking insoles in his sneakers. He put his sock back on his feet and put his sneakers back on. He went out to finish his workout session, enjoying the level of comfort of his new insoles.

Robert was getting a whole new experience. Now both feet were crushing him with each step The socks were a little dirty and reeked of a strong foot odor. He was forced to take in all that foot funk whether he liked it or not. It wasn't long before the sock became sweaty with his owner's foot sweat. That sweat made the sock reek even more than before. Being trapped in his sneaker on leg day wasn't exactly how he had imagined. He felt like just an object under Drayson's feet. He just hoped that being trapped in his sneakers won't be too much longer. He didn't think he could do something like this on a daily basis.

Drayson finished up his workout. He took a quick picture in front of the mirror. His feet haven't felt this good in ages after a workout session. He decided that Robert should stay in his sneakers a little longer. Once in the locker room and being alone, he talked down to his sneakers. "I know you thought this would only be temporary until my workout was done, but I changed my mind. I want to keep you in there a little longer. I don't know when I will take you out, but for now, enjoy being my insoles." He laughed as he grabbed his things and prepared to leave the gym.

Robert didn't plan on that happening when wanting his fantasy came true. "Please change me back. I don't want to stay like this forever." He mentally pleaded as he couldn't speak or move. He was forced to endure as Drayson walked out and got in his car to drive home. There was no changing his fate now. He realized that if Drayson took him, he would possibly be insoles for the rest of his life.

I have this insanely jacked bodybuilder gym crush with the biggest feet I’ve ever seen, always wondered what would it feels like to be trapped inside his sneakers and forced to endure his muscle weight while his training for leg day…

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What is the average value of a commissioned story?

I would only charge $3 to $5 depending on how long you want the story to be. Longer stories with greater details are $5 while longer than my usual that I post, but not too long are $3. The thing about commissioned stories is that I put them as a priority before all other free story request and are posted much faster. All other details concerning commissioned stories, I will discuss with anyone who really wants one via DM.

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Zsnder tried to focus as he studied for his exam, but the loud game music from his gamer roommate was quite distracting. After some time, he decided to approach him on it. He went and knocked on his roommate's door.

His roommate opened his room door. Zander could hear the music even louder now. "Hey, can you turn it down some? I am trying to study for this really tough exam." He asked Jason.

"Sure, Zander." Jason spoke as he closed his door to go back to his game.

Zander heard the music quiet down some. As he went back to studying, the game music got louder than previously before over time. He went back to his roommate's room. He knocked on the door, but Jason couldn't hear him knocking. He decided on a new way to focus on studying for his exam.

Zander went to the kitchen and came back with a butter knife. He managed to unlock and open his roommate's door. Before his roommate realized that he was there, he put him in a choke hold. James soon was unconscious. He turned off his game system.

James woke up later on. He found himself tied up tight with his mouth gagged with a dirty foul sock and duck taped shut. He could only breathe out of his nose. He saw that he was under Zander's desk in his room, looking up at Zander's big feet. Since his mouth was gagged and duck taped, he could only mumble his response to his situation. He tried to get from under his desk, but the ropes had him bound tightly. He could sense that Zander could feel his struggling under the desk.

"I see someone is finally awake." Zander paused as he presed his bare feet onto his roommate's face. "I have to admit, I was able to focus more with my new footrest under my desk." He laughed, still pressing his large feet on Jason's face.

"Sorry, I can't understand a word you are saying down there. Don't worry, you won't be down there long. I just need to finish studying for this exam. Until then, enjoy my feet." Zander continued to press his feet directly onto Jason's face.

Jason found the odor disgusting and horrible. Zander's feet covered his entire face. All he could see was the soles of his feet. The odor was so strong every time he breathed. With his mouth duck taped, it was the only way to breathe. Every breath of air was filled with foul foot odor of Zander's feet. "You can keep struggling all you want. I won't be done with my footrest until I finish studying." He heard Zander speak down to him. Seeing that all his struggling was in vain. He gave up. He had no choice but to smell his roommate's feet until otherwise.

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Bane thought getting a job through the temp agency would be a big help since he was having trouble finding good employment. He was excited when they sent him to a modeling agency for a week as a modeling assistant. What he thought he would be doing was something different from what he was actually doing. They turned him into a pair of Calvin Klein CK ONE underwear to be worn on Pedro for the week.

Bane was forced to see his junk while they took hot and sexy photos of the model. He thought that once the day was over, he would be changed back. He soon found that he was wrong. Pedro got to take him home every day after the photo shoot was over. The model could keep the modeling assistant for the entire week. Pedro would sleep in him every night. He so missed his humanity. The fact that Pedro was aware that he was human transformed underwear, but continued to wear him even after the photo shoot was over each day made it worse. He couldn't wait till the week was over.

After the photo shoot was done on the last day, Pedro went to the dressing room. He pretened to change his underwear so that they could change him back, but instead kept him on. Pedro took out a normal pair of Calvin Klein CK ONE underwear and took that to them to change back to normal. When the underwear didn't revert to human, they told him that he could keep it since it was permanently stuck in this form. He simply stuffed the normal underwear in his pocket.

Bane was mentally screaming for help when he realized what Pedro had done. He didn't want this to be his permanent fate. He watched helplessly as Pedro walked off set, seeing his humanity completely gone forever from him as Pedro was now his permanent owner.

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is it possible to become a part of him?

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Pene was a huge fan of the AJR brothers. He had heard every song they had ever produced. A good buddy of his had scored tickets to a concert that AJR Brothers were performing at. It was an early birthday gift. He was finally getting to see them perform in person. What his buddy didn't tell him was a total surprise.

Jack had complained to his brothers Adam and Ryan about having comfortable shoes for their long performance. Regulat shoes just wasn't helping much, no matter how stylish they might look. His brothers told him their long kept secret. They had been turning fans into objects for their use.

"Wow," Jack was shocked at what his brothers revealed to him.

"Don't knock it till you tried it." Ryan told him, still wearing a fan he transformed into shoes several months ago. "This fan really makes my feet feel good." He added.

"Yeah, not too mention they make good socks." Adam added. "I have been wearing these socks for the past several years. These two guys make excellent socks." He laughed.

"Do they like what you did to them?" Jack asked, being curious about this new secret.

"In a way, it's a yes and no answer. They wanted to be part of the performance, so we gave them that request." Ryan explained.

"But after they are turned into our objects, it doesn't matter if they like their new life or not. They are what they are now." Adam also explained. "Honestly, I don't worry about how my socks feel about being socks." He hoped his brother would understand.

"I definitely have to at least try it, then." Jack thought.

While at the concert, Pene's ticket number was called up for a special meet and greet with one of the singers. He then found out his buddy had added that to his birthday surprise. It was just his luck that he was getting to meet Jack Met. He was brought back stage to meet him in person. The stage hand led him to his dressing room. He immediately shook the muscian's hand. "I am so happy to meet you and see you perform in person." He spoke without thinking.

"Awesome, I am glad to meet a fan as well." Jack spoke as he quickly put in the settings on his app that his brothers told him to purchase and download. "I was wondering, if you don't mind me taking a picture of you. I like to remember my fans I meet in person." He asked.

Pene didn't mind, but thought, it was a little strange. He posed for the picture. He saw the flash from the phone camers. Instantly, everything felt weird. His body was now motionless and split in two. His view of the world was limited. He could not speak or utter a single sound. He did hear Jack's excitement above him.

"Wow, it really worked. The guy really turned into sneakers for me to wear. I wonder how comfortable you are." Jack picked up the shoes off the floor. He took off his old shoes and put on his new shoes. He saw the difference. The comfort level was way better. He wiggled his toes in his new shoes. "I am definitely keeping these. Sorry, but you are coming on stage with me, buddy. I need comfortable shoes when I perform." He added as he walked out to get ready to go back on stage for the other half of the concert.

Pene thought he was dreaming when he saw Jack's black socked feet descend down on his insole face. The pressure as his shoe bodies were secured to his feet with his shoe string arms was tremendous. Each step he took was pain renewed over and over again. If that wasn't bad enough, Jack's socks had worked up a strong odor and sweat. That odor and sweat were forced upon his insole face with each step his owner took. It was pain and humiliation personfied. He was literally treated like just a common pair of shoes. He could hear the music starting up and the fans cheering. He was unable to call for help from anyone. He was powerless as the singer continued on his performance while he was just shoes on his feet. He wanted to meet his favorite singer in person, but literally being on his feet was a whole new experience that he wasn't fully prepared for.

After the concert was over, Jack was alone in the back with his brothers. "You twor were so right. This fan is the most comfortable pair of shoes I ever worn. I am definitely wearing him at all our performances." He was excited to keep his new pair of shoes.

"Told you so." Adam declared. "Question is are you going to keep him?" He asked, curious to see what his brother was thinking.

"Yeah, I want to know as well. That guy did have a life before becoming your shoes." Ryan added next.

Jack thought about it. He never got the fan's name. The guy did I have a life before being turned into shoes. The guy might even want his human life back. Yet, the fan was really excited to meet him. He might enjoy spending the rest of his life at the feet of the singer he adored. "The guy really was excited to meet me. Who knows, he might like his new life under my feet. Yet, I am not changing him back to find out either. Comfortable shoes like these are really hard to come by." He added as he wiggled his toes on the insole inside his shoe. He imagined that the guy's face was probably serving as his insoles. It didn't matter about his old life now. He was nothing but his comfortable shoes now.

Pene could hear the music artist talk about him above. The fact that Jack wasn't concerned about his former life and just wanted to keep him as his shoes was a little scary. Yet, being so close to Jack was something he fantasized about. He just never imagined that he would literally be his shoes. He could be upset over it, but he was powerless to even change his fate. He would just have to accept that he belonged under the singer's feet for the rest of his life for which he had mixed feelings about.

You could turn me into a shoe for Jack Met

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Alec considered himself the ultimate nice guy since starting his youtube video blog. Often, he would encounter fans who wanted to take pictures with him or an autograph, which he would gladly oblige them. He never wanted to be a mean jerk of a personality.

One day, while chilling at a hotel on vacation, Alec got a knock on his room door. He opened to see a short 5'7" tall average guy standing there. "Yes, can I help you?" He asked, curious as to why the guy was at his door.

"I am a huge fan and wanted to meet you in person." Nathan spoke. "It's such an honor."

Alec smiled back to see another fan of his blog. "Thanks. You probably want a picture with me." He always expected that of any of his fans.

Nathan shook his head. "Actually, I want something quite different. Something I have imagined for some that you can provide." He hoped the youtuber would say yes to his request.

Alec tried to imagine what it was other than an autograph or picture. "What is that?" He pondered.

"Make me your bitch, please." Nathan pleaded.

The answer caught him off guard. Alec didn't expect that. "What?" He wanted clarification on what he just heard.

"I want to be your bitch, pleases." Nathan stated his request again.

"No, that is strange of you to ask me that." Alec had no intentions of granting such a request.

Nathan got to his knees and begged. "Please, just for a little while, and I promise never to come back." He dropped down and was about to kiss his socked feet.

Alec heard the elevator down the hall open up. He didn't want anyone seeing a guy knelling down at him. "Okay, come in quickly." The guy got off his knees and followed him in. Alec closed the door back quickly before anyone noticed.

"What can I do for you?" Nathan asked, waiting on his first order.

Alec decided to oblige the fan of his strange request. "Massage my feet." He commanded as he got on his hotel bed. He watched as the guy quickly got to his knees and began to massage his feet without delay. He noticed that he was good at giving foot massages.

Nathan was enjoying being at the youtuber's feet. Being commanded by him was a dream come true as he continued to massage his feet.

After about thirty minutes, Alec felt the urge to see how much the guy wanted to be his bitch. "Lick my soles and in between my toes as well." The next command was given. He expected to see some resistance to that order but was shocked to see none.

Nathan enjoyed the taste of the youtuber's feet. He licked from heel to toe several times before licking between his toes. He was loving every moment of it.

Alec found that he was getting a hard on just from having his feet worshipped. He needed some attention to his hard dick. He pulled down his shorts. "Last thing before you go, come suck this, boy." He gave his final command. He watched as Nathan came closer and began to suck his hot cock. He grabbed his head, forcing it down on his cock. He shoved it in and out of the guy's mouth. Feeling Nathan's lips over his cock felt so good. When he finally was at the climax, he shot his load into his mouth, making Nathan gag on it until every last drop came out. He forced him to swallow every drop.

Nathan was in eustacy, sucking the youtuber's cock. Being forced to gag on it and swallow every last drop of cum was great. He loved being dominated by Alec. It was just as he had imagined. He then felt himself shrinking as he found himself being absorbed into his cock. The effect was irreversible. He couldn't stop the change, yet he found himself not wanting too either.

Alec was in shock as Nathan shrunk in size and was absorbed into his cock. Within minutes, Nathan was gone. His cock had an extra few inches added to it. Suddenly, something changed in him. He wanted more domination of a foot boy. He could feel the urge from his cock to embrace the feeling of dominance. He tried to resist but found that he couldn't. His new cock urged him to experience more and more of having worship and control over others. He started to love this new feeling. The old and humble form he used to be was gone. He now wanted more foot boys to do his bidding. He could get used to this new him.

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could you transform mr. nice guy into a player/badboy giving him a new cock changin' his personality?

Alec Ohlaker

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Nelson was only out of high school for a few years. He wanted to save up money for his college education without having to get a lot of student loans that he would have to pay back. One of his jobs was working as a janitor for the local college in his city. The pay was good, but what he so wanted more was to start his college education loan free. There were scholarships, but none was in his field that would completely cover his full tuition. He would have to supplement with student loans.

While cleaning the football team locker room one day, Nelson overheard a conversation between two students who were only a couple of years younger than him.

"Man, life is great. Since my parents are loaded, my education is covered all the way to my doctoral degree." Alex boasted while getting dressed to go on the field.

"You really are lucky. I have to pay half my tuition with student loans. Anyway, let's get on the field. You know how our coach can get." Brandon responded as he grabbed his football helmet.

Both walked past the janitor who looked around their age bracket. "Loser." Alex mumbled low under his breath. Brandon just only laughed at his comment as they went out to the field.

Nelson heard the comment loud enough. It was rather rude, yet it didn't bother him much. He would be in college soon enough. Then, a thought crossed his mind. He could be in college sooner than he thought. It would be a little underhanded, but it would also satisfy his need to get back at the guy for his rude comment towards him.

Nelson purchased a black magic spell book he found on the dark web. He was told there was a spell that would work to get him the desired results. He found it but saw it had a warning. The transference would be permanent once complete. There would be no way to reverse the effect of the user and victim. He was satisfied with that, assured that he would not want to reverse it. It would be a fresh new start in his life.

He waited for the right opportunity while observing the football team locker room. Alex had left his football helmet on the bench while he went to use the restroom. Nelson snuck in and held it in his hands. He did the chant on the helmet. He felt himself absorbed into it. The helmet fell to the floor. He was now temporarily part of the helmet. Once Alex puts on his helmet, the switch will take place. He will be in Alex's body, and Alex will be trapped inside the helmet.

Alex came back to see his helmet was on the floor instead of the bench. He was confused but shrugged it off his mind. He put his helmet on. Instantly, the room felt like it was spinning. He lost his balance and sat back down on the bench. He then no longer felt in control of his body. He couldn't speak or move. In fact, it felt like his body had completely changed. He felt round and was sitting on top of something.

Nelson opened his eyes to see that he was no longer in the helmet. He was now in Alex's body. "It really worked. I am Alex now. I even got access to all his memories and knowledge in addition to my own. A fresh start for me." His voice even sounded like Alex's voice. He was surprised it really worked.

Alex heard his voice, but it wasn't him talking. Someone was talking with his mouth. He was confused and angry at the same time. Someone was in his physical body, and it wasn't him.

"I know you might be a little confused, Alex. But you are currently in the helmet. And I am in your body. If you remember the janitor you called a loser about a weak ago, well, it's me. The name is or was Nelson. Now, my name is Alex. I am the new you." Nelson laughed in his new voice. "Well, time for football practice." He laughed again while heading out to the field.

Alex was perplexed. How could this have happened, he wondered. Over the course of the next couple of hours, he was forced to absorb sweat from his own body that used to be his. He watched in horror as the janitor was living his life in his body. All his friends couldn't tell that his body was hijacked from him. The janitor had mimic him in every way. Even knew all of his friend's names. It was a nightmare to see another in his body taking over his life, and he was powerless to stop it.

Later on, when Nelson was alone, he took the helmet off his head. "Oh, I got good news and bad news. The good news is that I love my new life as the new Alex. Bad news is that I can't reverse it even if I wanted to. You are permanently stuck in the helmet as much as I am stuck in your body and your old life. I guess we make the best of it." Nelson laughed as he put the helmet in his bag and made his way to his new, fully paid for sports car. He was definitely going to enjoy his new start on life.

Alex was mortified that this was his permanent fate. He now regrets calling the janitor a loser.

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working at the local college as a janitor isn't a bad thing but being the star of the football team would be better without a question. maybe I should restart as him and make him to my helmet

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Picture source: @sockguyny

Carl sat on the bus next to his best friend, Mike, on the debate team. They had won the competition. The team that won the last five years had to forfeit because two of their teammates had vanished. They didn't have the numbers to stay in the competition. The biggest challenger was removed, so it was an easy way to victory.

"What do you think we should do about our socks now that we won?" Mike asked Carl.

Carl laid his head back and grinned. "It doesn't matter, but I think we should keep them. The bus is pulling off anyway. We don't have time to change them back and give them back to their teammates." He suggested, not wanting to change his socks back to normal.

"Do you think they like being on our feet?" Mike asked, wiggling his toes.

"That too doesn't matter. No one ever asked if their socks like being on their feet. That is a sock's purpose, to be worn." Carl smirked. "And it's their purpose now." He added.