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Jerry watched as the opposing team scored the final points in the last seconds of the game. His team had lost. He knew exactly what that meant when he saw his roommate Flex looking at him smiling.

"My team won. So, I won our little bet. Time to pay up." Flex bloated with glee.

Jerry hated to lose especially since the reward was decided once one of them beat the other. "So, what is what you want from me since you won the bet?" He asked in a defeated tone.

"Well, I want to make this a little fun for me." Flex paused as he pulled out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Jerry. "Drink this first." He ordered him.

Jerry opened the small 3" bottle. He drank the contents. "Yuk, that stuff was nasty. What was it?" He asked. It tasted like rotten eggs mixed with peanut butter.

"It's all part of the surprise," Flex explained as he opened up an app on his phone. He put in the proper setting and tuned on the flashlight. "Now hold still." He added as he shone the camera light on Jerry. He watched with excitement as what he was doing was taking effect.

Jerry look up to see Flex now towering above him like a giant. "You shrunk me?!" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yup, and I am going to put you in my favorite shoes and play with you while I wear them." Flex laughed. "Don't worry, you won't die. The bottle you drank gave you durability. You will survive my foot. I don't want to kill my favorite toy as you spend a whole month in my shoe." He added even more.

Jerry watched in horror as Flex grabbed him and dropped him into his stinky shoe. Before he could escape, Flex shoved his foot right in. He was immediately crushed under his foot. He didn't die as he told him. Instead, he was flattened, but still well alive. He was like an extra layer of insole under his foot.

Flex walked around in his shoes. With each step, he could feel Jerry deflate and resume form over and over. Each time it was cushioning his foot. After a whole day of wearing his shoes barefoot he removed the shoe that had Jerry in it.

"That was great. I can tell that you are the perfect foot toy and extra insole. This month is going to be a lot of fun." He rather enjoyed walking on his roommate that way.

Before Jerry could escape again, Flex quickly duct-taped him to the insole in the bottom of the shoe. "This is your home for the next thirty days. Better get used to it. Because I will be enjoying it." He saw Flex laugh as he walked away with him trapped inside his shoe at his mercy the next time he wore them.

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Kayden came in from work one day to see several boxes being carried into the apartment across his. He realized a new neighbor was moving in. The apartment had been vacant for a good six months. He was glad to have someone move into the apartment across from him. As his new neighbor came out to get more boxes, Kayden saw how handsome and muscular he was. He approached him.

"Hey, my name is Kayden. I live across from you. Welcome to the building." He spoke while shaking an extended hand from his new neighbor.

"Thanks, the name is Axel. Nice to meet you. I just recently moved here after job relocation" He shook Kayden's hand.

"That is cool. If you ever want to chill or show you around the city, let me know." Kayden offered.

"Appreciate the invite. Good talking with you." Axel spoke and went back to bringing in more boxes into his apartment.

Kayden hoped that he would see more of Axel as he went back to his apartment.

A week later, Kayden heard a knock on his door. He opened it to see Axel standing there. "What's up, Axel?" He asked, looking at his hot neighbor.

"Now that I am settled in, I wanted to invite you over to watch the game with me, If you want." Axel extended the invite.

Kayden was hoping this would happen one day, even though as a nerd he was more into science shows than actual sporting games. Yet, the invite was something he was hoping would happen. He just didn't expect it this soon. "Sure, I will be right over." He said with excitement.

As Axel had the football game on, he chatted with Kayden. He soon noticed that his neighbor was staring at his socked feet, which he thought was a little strange.

"Is something wrong with my feet?" Axel asked, curiously.

The question caught Kayden off guard. He was shocked that Axel noticed that. "No, your feet look perfect." He spoke back saying the very thought he was thinking.

"Thanks." Axel thought Kayden response was weird, but paid it no mind. After a while, he still saw him looking down at his feet. He then realized what was going on.

"Do you have a foot fetish?" Axel plainly asked him.

Again, Kayden was caught off guard with another question. The answer was yes, but he didn't know how Axel would reply to that. Yet, he didn't want to lie either.

"Yes, I do. Your manly feet looks good." Kayden wondered what his response would be.

"Don't worry, it's cool with me. You can get down there and massage them if you want. I don't mind." Axel offered him.

Kayden didn't need a second invitation. He got on the floor and began to massage Axel's feet. He first removed the socks and massaged his bare feet.

Axel laid back, fully relaxed feeling Kaydnen's hands give is feet a good deep tissue massage. "This is nice, dude. I could get this every day and love it." He spoke with his eyes closed and his head laid back. After ten minutes, he felt something new. A wet tongue was going up and down the sole of his feet and licking between his toes. He looked down to see Kayden in full worship of his feet. This was new to him, but he was loving it.

"You know what, why don't you come over and do this for me every day? I would like that." Axel suggested. For his first time getting foot worshipped, he loved it.

That invite was Kayden's fantasy. "Most definitely if you like it so much." He saw Axel nodding in agreement. He went back to fully worshipping his neighbor's feet

After two weeks, Axel was enjoying his nerd foot slave. He had Kayden serving him hand and foot in his apartment. He even had him fix his meals sometimes. Having a submissive nerd neighbor was coming in handy.

Kayden had a poor job performance in the past two weeks since he had been over at Axel's apartment every day, serving him like an owned foot slave. He didn't want to be fired from his job due to poor work performance.

"I really need to get to my job a little early today. I hope you don't mind that." Kayden tried to excuse himself.

"Actually, I do mind. I need my feet licked some more." He spoke as he extended his bare foot towards Kayden.

"I really should get to my job." Kayden tried to explain.

Axel knew one way to fix this problem. "I know how to solve all of this in a way, you only have one job to worry about."

Kayden wondered what Axel was thinking. He saw him pull out his phone. He saw the light of the camera flash at him several times. He didn't think much of it until he started to notice a rapid change. The room and Axel were getting larger by the second. He quickly realized that he was shrinking.

"What did you do to me?!" Kayden yelled. By that time, he had stopped shrinking and was only 6" tall to a now giant Axel.

"I shrunk you down to size. Now, your only job is to serve my feet for the rest of your life." Axel's voice boomed down to Kayden.

Being tiny was never part of the deal he made with his neighbor. "What if I refuse?" He spoke to his giant neighbor. He saw Axel lift one foot and stomp hard on the floor right next to him with a hard pound that made him lose his balance.

"I think you get the picture. Also, I deleted your former size from the app. This is your new size." Axel paused. "If you don't want to end up as a stain on the bottom of my foot, sock, or shoe, I think you know what you have to do." He further explained his fate. He really did delete his old size and made 6" his permanent height. "You're my tiny foot slave and toy now, I suggest you get used to it." He added.

Kayden saw that he really didn't have a choice. "Yes, Master Axel." He approached his foot and began to lick it. It was a new dynamic of licking his master's foot. It was big enough to completely crush him with no effort. He continued to lick Axel's foot, worshipping his now giant master. This was his permanent home, living at the feet of his Master Axel for the rest of his life.

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Harvey noticed his two friends hadn't responded to his texts or calls over the last four days. It was unusual for them not to respond at least by the next day. He asked around to see if anyone knew where they could be. After asking so many people, he finally was told that they had been in a wrestling tournament four days ago. They had lost to this one guy and had gone missing since then.

Harvey tracked down the guy who had bested his two friends. His name was Finn. He happened to be the champion in the wrestling tournament. He went to his house to ask where his friends were.

Finn heard a knock on his front door. He opened it to see a guy standing there. "Yes, can I help you?" He asked since he had never seen him before.

"Yes, my name is Harvey. And I was wondering if you could tell me where my two friends Jake and Tom went. I heard you beat them in a tournament four days ago. They have been missing since." Harvey explained, hoping this time he finally knows about the whereabouts of his two best friends.

"Oh, those two fags. They were easy to beat." Finn paused. "As to their location, let's just say they are in a safe location." He added.

"Where are they?" Harvey asked again. He didn't like his previous answer one bit.

"You see, I am a TF Pred and I like taking special trophies from competitions that I win." Finn paused. "You two friends are my trophies. Come in and I will show you." He invited him in.

Harvey followed the guy to his room. Finn placed a pair of blue wrestlting spandex and wrestling shoes on his bed. "I don't know which one is Tom and which is Jake, but here they are." Finn told him.

Harvey didn't know if all he was told was true. He examined both items. He then felt a small twitch coming from both the shoes and spandex, almost like they were alive. "Change them back now." He demanded.

"Sorry, I keep my trophies. I don't have a habit of changing them back." Finn smiled deviously.

"Please, change them back." Harvey pleaded. He hated seeing his friends like that.

Finn decided to show some sort of mercy. "Here's the deal. Wrestle me for their humanity. If you manage to make me tap or submit, I will change them back to normal. But if I make you submit, you join their fate. I turn you into a trophy as well." He gave the offer to Harvey. "Your choice." He added.

Harvey saw the risk if he lost, but he wanted to save his friends from a permanent fate as such. "Okay, I agree to it."

Finn gave Harvey a pair of red wrestling spandex and told him to follow him to his garage. There was a green mat laid out.

Harvey managed to get out of every single hold that Finn tried on him until he got him in the scissors headlock. He held him tightly between his legs and tilted upwards in a position that would not allow him to escape.

"That's right. Just give in and pass out or tap out. It doesn't matter either way. You are mine. I think a nice pair of socks will do nicely for me." Finn remarked as he continued to apply pressure on the hold.

Harvey wasn't going to tap. He tried to break free as oxygen was leaving his body. The hold on his neck was too tight to escape. He soon lost consciousness and passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Harvey woke up sometime later from his nap feeling strange. He couldn't speak. He could manage some form of movement, but it was more like twitching. He smelled a strong odor and tasted something foul. He felt like he was wrapped around what he was tasting. The wiggling motion instantly let him know what he was. He was a pair of socks. The feet must have been Finn's He twitched in protest to being a pair of socks.

Finn felt twitching coming from his pair of socks. "Oh, you are finally awake. Sorry to tell you, but you lost our little bet." He paused with a smile on his face. "Which means you are mine just like your two friends. But don't worry, I will take good care of you just like I have done them." He laughed as he continued to watch this tv show.

Harvey knew the risk he was taking when he agreed. Now he was stuck as Finn's property just like Tom and Jake.

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Tom was glad that Rick invited him to help him come sell his product at the local flea market. It was something to do on Saturday since he had nothing else planned. But the end result was something he wasn't expecting. Instead of helping to sell the product, Rick turned him into sneakers to comfort his feet while he sold his product. As the day went on, Rick's socks got really sweaty. All that sweat drenched his insole face, forcing him to taste and smell all that musk regardless if he wanted to or not. He mentally pleaded for Rick to change him back.

Rick wiggled his toes in his comfortable sneakers. "Thanks for volunteering to come help me today. My feet feel great thanks to you." He laughed. "I hope you don't mind sweaty socks. My feet tend to get very sweaty in the heat a lot."

Back at home some hours later, Rick relaxed still wearing the sneakers he wore to the flea market. They were just too comfortable to change back. Keeping Tom as his footwear seems more the logical option whether Tom agrees or not.

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Alec, the senior analyst for the department was retiring after being in the company for twenty-five years. Ian knew they would be looking to fill the post soon with the best candidate for the job. He also knew they would pick from within the company. He so wanted that promotion.

When it was reported that those who wanted the position of Senior Analyst were to submit their request, Ian immediately submitted his resume which he thought was rather impressive.

Ian looked over at the other cubicle at his best friend and coworker on the job. He saw him lean back in his chair with his hands relaxing behind his head. "What are you doing over there?"

"I just sent my resume to the supervisor. The Senior Analyst gets that corner office with that great view of the city." William explained.

"I submitted mine as well. Hopefully, they decide soon." Ian remarked as he went back to focusing on his computer. He so wanted that corner office with a view.

Two days later, Ian and William were called into the supervisor's office. "After looking through the best resumes, you two are the best candidates, but Unfortunately, we can only choose one of you. It's out of my hands. Whoever they pick will find out at the end of the week." The supervisor dismissed them.

Ian went back to his cubicle. He never imagined that he might lose the promotion to his best friend at work. He so wanted the job and the corner office that came with it. There was only one way to make sure he got the promotion just in case they did choose William. If he wasn't around to accept it, they would automatically give it to him as the runner-up. It was a good thing that he was a TF Pred.

William came over to the breakroom as Ian had requested. "What's up?" He asked.

"You know that only one of us is getting that corner office." Ian explained.

"Yeah, so what? It's not up to us to make that decision for them. They will decide. It's up to fate now." William spoke back with reason.

"May the best man win," Ian spoke as he extended his hand towards his best Friend. As Willian shook his hand, he vanished instantly. He was now holding a pair of thick white socks in his hand. "Sorry about this buddy, but I can't lose this promotion. If they happen to pick you, you won't be around to accept it. And if they pick me, I will change you back to normal, I promise." He balled up the socks and went back to his cubicle. As he looked at the socks on his desk, he wondered what they woud feel like on his feet.

"No, change me back. I don't want to be socks." William mentally pleaded to his best friend. He didn't know Ian would go to great lengths to get that promotion. He was unable to move or speak. He mentally protested what his coworker and best friend had done to him. Now realizing that Ian was a TF Pred, his current existence was in his hands, literally.

Ian went to the restroom to one of the stalls. He took off his shoes and socks he wore to work. He put on his newly acquired socks. The thickness felt so good on his feet as he wiggled his toes in them. "I hope you don't mind buddy. This is only for when they give me the promotion. After that, I will turn you back." He whispered down to his socks and put his shoes back on. He walked back to his desk as though nothing had changed around the office.

Willam found himself in the stinkest prison he could imagine. The odor from the shoes was so horrendous that he wanted to gag if he had a physical mouth. To make matters worse, he was tasting both of Ian's feet as though a whole foot was sticking in his mouth. From toes to heel to ankles, he tasted and smelled all of it. "Please change me back. I promise I would turn the promotion down so that you could have it. I can't stay like this, please Ian." He pleaded over and over, hoping his coworker could hear him. He didn't want to stay as his socks any longer.

Later on, as Ian left work, he was amazed at how well his new socks cushioned his feet. There were still four more days till both of them would find out who was getting promoted. He decided that he might as well enjoy his new socks for the limited time he would keep them.

Ian wore William to work, wearing the same pair of stinky shoes. He couldn't believe how good Willam felt on his feet. He was tempted to keep him this way. He was the best pair of socks he has worn. Each day he came back home, his feet felt so good. He didn't want to lose such comfort from his feet.

William was in torturous hell for four days straight in a row. Ian never washed him, or changed his shoes. Not to mention being stepped on over and over hurt so bad. The worst of it honestly was that Ian completely ignored him. He treated him like a normal pair of socks instead of as a former human. He would even jack off in him after watching a porn video every night. He so wanted his humanity back, but he was powerless against the TF Pred who was his best friend. Only Ian could change him back. He hoped he would keep his promise.

Four days later, Ian was called into the supervisor's offiice. "Congragulations, you was selected for the promotion. It was a tough choice, but your resume and skills put you over the top." The superviosr shook his hand to congragulate him. As he left his office, he realized that he didn't need to TF his friend at all.

Back at his old desk, he thought about what to do about William. There was no further need to keep wearing him now that the promotion was his. Yet, he was loving how well the socks cushioned his feet. Socks like these were hard to come by. The thought of turning him back became less entertaining. With his mind made up, he packed up his things in preparation to move to the corner office. He was sure his friend won't mind being his socks way longer than expected. Yet, still socks don't have a choice anyway.

Willam could barely hear, but he did hear that Ian was the one who they choose. He didn't need to be socks at all. He waited of Ian to change him back, but he saw that wasn't going to happen. Ian continued on with his day as though he wasn't on his feet whatsoever. He had literally become nothing but socks to his coworker and best friend.

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Pete had to leave his brother's place because he was going into the military. That left Pete with no place to stay. He knew of a friend of his who had a two-bedroom apartment and was looking for a roommate for the second bedroom. His friend was straight, but being gay didn't bother him though. So he texted him. Van agreed to let him move in at his place.

Later that day, Pete went over to his friend Van's place to see if the room was still available. Van let him in.

"What's up, how have you been?" Van asked.

"Good, hey, is your second room still available?" Pete was hoping it still was.

"Sorry, but I gave that room to another friend of mine. A college buddy who was on the football team with me now lives in that room." Van told him.

Pete was disappointed that the room was no longer available. "I was hoping I could live here. My brother leaves for the army in three days, and I need a new place to stay." He explained.

Van felt bad for him but knew of a place with plenty of room. "Well, I can offer you another place to stay with plenty of space, but it might be a little strange."

Pete didn't mind a little strange as long as he had a place to sleep. "I don't mind that. I will take it." He spoke up without knowing where it was.

Van smiled, "Okay. If you don't mind, then I won't either."

Pete was now getting curious as to what Van meant about his last statement. He saw him pull out his phone and point the camera at him. There was a flash for an instant. He then found himself unable to move or speak. He felt hollowed out and empty on the inside. He felt something large lifting him up.

Van examined the socks he picked up off the floor. They felt so soft in his hands. "Like I said, since you don't mind my sock drawer, I won't mind wearing you on my feet. You get a comfy place to stay either way. I am glad you won't mind being on my feet." He went to his room to try on his new pair of white grey tipped socks.

"No, I thought you meant an actual room, not on your feet or sock drawer!" Pete mentally screamed. This was not something he ever would have wanted. He was powerless as Van's feet slipped inside him. He could taste and smell both of his feet. He tried to move to show his discomfort but that was impossible. He couldn't even voice this protest since socks can't speak. He didn't want to be socks at all. He just only needed a place to stay till he got his own apartment.

Van walked around in his new socks. They also felt good on his feet. "I am glad I could help you have a place to stay." He wiggled his toes in his new socks and smiled down at them. "You will be my favorite pair of socks. I will make sure you get plenty of time with my feet since you didn't mind." He added.

Pete was distraught. "NO, change me back now. I don't want this. I don't like feet in this way. Van, I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR SOCKS!" He mentally screamed, but was getting no results. Each step felt like horrible pain renewed each time. Almost never ending pain with each step. With no way to let Van know that he wasn't happy, he might be stuck this way forever.

THREE WEEKS LATER......

Van was relaxing on his bed with his favorite socks. Both socks had big holes in the heel. He hoped that Pete was still just as happy as he was for having him as his socks. He could have thrown them away, but he promised to give him a place to stay. Continuing to wear him till he is completely destroyed will be giving him a place to live, either on his feet or in his sock drawer. Too bad there was no way to find out how happy his socks were.

Pete's mind was completely gone. All he knew was just Van's feet. His will had been broken after the fourth day of being on his friend's feet. In a way, his friend completely stomped out his will without even knowing it. He was just a mindless pair of socks enslaved to the feet who wore him and the owner who took pleasure in stepping on him. He was nothing but socks now.

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Dan was sentenced to forty-five years prison time for breaking and entering and robbery charges in a high-end neighborhood. He was coming up at the end of the fourth year in prison. He was approached by his lawyer that a new program was available that would see him free in less than a years time for participation. He would only know the specifics once he agreed to join it. It was an easy choice to make. He signed the deal the next day. He was taken to have special injections done to him, to which he wasn't sure what they were for.

One day, Dan woke up with the feeling that he was wrapped around something. He then saw that his view was that of another guy's crotch area. He could hear voices talking above him. As he listened, he found out what his fate currently was. An army soldier was wearing him. The soldier was told that his underwear was made of new durable material that should last a very long time. He was never told what material they used to make his underwear. Unable to move or speak, Dan found himself in a situation with no way out. No matter what he said, his owner would not be able to hear him. He mentally pleaded to be heard and changed back to normal. He didn't want to be stuck forever as another guy's underwear.

Zack took a quick selfie, showing off his special underwear. The material that was used seemed very durable. He wore the same pair every day for two weeks straight, and they held up. He definitely wanted more clothes made of the same material, whatever it was.