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A Matching Pair

Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.

“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.

“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of���‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.

Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.

“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.

“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.

“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.

“He.”

“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.

“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.

“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”

“Wow, you don’t say.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.

“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.

“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.

“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”

“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.

“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.

“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”

“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”

“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.

“This is stupid-“

“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.

“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.

“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…

“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.

Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.

“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.

“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”

“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.

“Eyes up here fam.”

*snap*

I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.

I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”

“Don’t know…”

“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”

Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.

“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.

“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.

“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.

It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.

“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.

“Yeah what?”

*snap snap*

“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.

“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.

“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.

“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.

“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.

Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.

Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.

“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”

Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.

“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”

The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!

“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”

Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.

I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.

“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”

He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.

“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”

That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…

He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.

“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.

Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.

“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.

“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”

Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.

I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.

“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”

I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.

I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.

“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.

“Yep. He got socked.”

“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.

WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.

“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.

“But…mmm,”

“Say it.”

*snap*

“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.

“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”

Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.

“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”

“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”

“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!

“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”

The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.

“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.

“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.

“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.

“Pu��puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.

“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”

“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”

His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.

“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”

Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!

Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.

I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.

“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.

As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.

“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”

He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.

With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!

My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.

“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.

Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”

What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.

He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…

It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.

“Let’s get you acquainted.”

I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.

The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.

There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”

I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.

The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.

“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”

Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.

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Refurbished into usefulness

This is a story inspired by the story "Refurbished" by the amazing @wakeup01. Most of the photos used in this story were kindly provided by him too!

Corey walked thoughtfully through the new shoe shop, looking at the products on display, all seemingly used goods put up for sale to a new owner. The thought of wearing another man's discarded footwear was kind of gross but Corey heard that this place had some good deals. He wanted some new clothes and if if the gear was refurbished, what was the harm, he thought to himself.

The fact that Corey never really seemed to see anyone sell or donate clothing as he walked past this store on his commutes before was strange, but what was stranger was the fact that all the products on display had a name attached to them, like the size 12 Nikes that had labels with the names "Luke" and "Cody" stuck to them. Could they be the former owners of these shoes? Even stranger, the names had a date attached to them. For some reason, Looking at the shoes close up gave Corey an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, the entire store seemed to carry an odd atmosphere, like hundreds of unseen eyes were staring at Corey...

He tried to shake it off, and turned to leave the store, only to bump into one of the employees. Corey grunted before quickly apologizing. He looked up and saw the employee smirking at him. The young man, roughly 20ish years of age was adorned completely in Nike gear, with the only thing not matching the Nike clothing was a nametag, Josh.

Josh smirked lazily as he eyed Corey up. "Watch where your going, gaylord". Corey took a step back from the domineering aura Josh gave off. He could not help but look at the employees feet, wearing a tacky but sexy pair of slides. Corey quickly looked back up to Josh, hoping the employee did not notice him staring at the younger mans feet.

"These slides are fucking sick, right?" Josh said, with a arrogant tone "Got them right here in this shop, speaking of which, are you gonna buy something, or are you just gonna keep creeping around at straight guys feet all day?". Corey shook his head awkwardly and turned to leave, his face red with embarrassment. "I should g-get going, sorry!". Josh just lazily nodded in disapprovement as he pulls out a small white piece of fabric and quickly grabbed his latest target. "Tch Tch, well bruv, if you won't buy anything from the shelves, I will just have to put you on them instead" he slaps the white fabric on to Corey, a slight sting as it sticks to the skin easily, making Coreys legs wobble and his vision blur slighty. "Store Policy, Mate, should have just bought something. He pulls the fabric... no, the label, and scribbles onto it with a pen, before smirking back to his latest acquisition, Gesturing at the dazed man to look. Though my blurred vision, Corey could barely make out the handwriting. His eyes slightly widened in a fearful confusion as he saw the label.

"Wha-What the fuck?" Corey stammered in panicked confusion, much to Josh's amusement, as he replied "It's a label with cleaning instructions, ya know, for a sock, innit?" Corey tried to stammer out a response but he could open his mouth anymore, no matter how hard he tried. "Sorry, buttfucker, socks don't talk, do they? Now C'mere, look at my big, straight, size 14 foot"

Corey stared at the big meaty foot, as Josh took off his slide and sock, and held it right in Corey's mesmerized face. The cheesy musk wafting into his nose, enticing him mindlessly to press his face into the soft, warm foot skin. Corey leaned forward, his body moving against his will. He knew this was a bad idea, he did not want to touch the big foot. The big... sexy... meaty... smell straight chav foot.... He could not stop focusing on it. It beckoned him, it called to him as he pressed his face into it. The foot was almost... hypnotic. Like a siren calling out to a sailor. He could barely process the sensation of his body as it slowly hallowed, threads of white cotton quickly overtaking his skin, his body turning soft... warm... hollow... like his body was turning into a ... sock. Corey moaned one last sound before his body shrank, his face turned to cotton, and he became a simple sock, that quickly wrapped around Josh's big foot.

Josh chuckled. "That's where you belong, bruv. On my alpha feet, you need this, gaylord. You need to be serving your straight owner, soaking up my sweat like a good little footmuncher bitch. You turned into a pretty comfy sock, fucking mint!"

Josh went back to working, making sure to dig his toes and work up a sweat to keep his little gay sock bitch nice and wet. By the end of the day, the stupid little sock was barely able to think, only caring about being comfy, being useful, being property... Josh's property... forever a cotton slave to its alpha chav god's stinking foot...

Check out @wakeup01. If you liked this, you will love his tumblr page too. I love his writing and his tumblr page, so I am pretty hyped that I got to collaborate with him to combine both of our kinky worlds with this story!

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please just let me be your chair. I wanne worship your godly ass so badly

Super fucking desperate dude. If you were one of my chairs, I wouldn’t afford you a single thought of consideration. Wouldn’t think of you as anything other than an object. As property. But something tells me that wouldn’t bother you. In fact the idea is enough to get you heated. To stop logical thought as the fantasy takes over your mind. Other people are horrified when I decide upon their lowly new form, their new purpose. You? You’ll openly beg for it to happen. Beg to be a seat. Beg for my tight ass to be imprinted upon you. Whether you’ll regret it after the fact - after the clarity returns to you, it doesn’t matter. It’ll be too late. You made your choice and now you just have to sit with it.

Or should I say, I’ll just have to sit on it. On you. Butt worshipper.

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Still early in the morning, over at your friend’s house, crashed on the floor for a sleepover with some of the guys, you see your friend’s big bro casually walk in. He briefly glances down at the snoring bodies but notices you are somewhat awake. Walking over to the side of your head, you look up at the giant looming over you. Without saying anything, you watch him lift one bare foot up and slowly rest it on your face. Your entire face is now smothered with his large foot. You grunt quietly but make no attempt to push the foot away. The bottom presses against your face some, teasingly, before your nose smears against his sole as he drags his across it.  Still not saying a word, he curls his toes over your nostrils. You see his slight grin as he senses you breathe in his medium-foot aroma from between his toes. He keeps your nose trapped under his toes for a while longer, him seeming to enjoy this little power trip, and you just go with it. One of your other friends stirs in his sleep, and the giant older bro briefly looks over at him… still keeping his toes firmly secured over your nose. When all is still, he looks back down at you. Raising his eyebrows some, he lifts his huge foot back up, smothering your entire face again. Your nose and mouth press into his soft sole, letting the foot dominate you. He conquers your face for a minute more, then shakes your face some underfoot before removing it. He grins down and nods, then slowly heads into the kitchen. You lay there, the faint scent of his toes still lingering in your nostrils, and realize you have a slight boner in your pants. 

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man what the heck

felix: "massaging kitty's feet"

leeknow: "my foot.. why.."

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Trapped in the Briefs

“You’re in for it now, Mark. You always complained about my smell, and now you’re going to get a front-row seat,” grinned Ethan, holding the transformation gun. Before Mark could react, Ethan zapped him, and Mark felt his body contort and shrink until he was nothing but Ethan’s tight, musky Gymshark briefs.

Ethan pulled the briefs on, trapping Mark in the suffocating fabric. The smell was overpowering—sweat, musk, and an unbearable staleness filled Mark’s senses. To make matters worse, Mark’s senses were heightened after the transformation. Every smell, touch, and sensation was intensified. “Oh, by the way, I made sure your senses are super sensitive now. Enjoy!” Ethan chuckled.

Ethan, who was dairy intolerant, made sure to consume a large amount of dairy and protein right after putting on Mark. The effect was immediate and brutal. As the day went on, every movement was torture for Mark. The heat, the pressure, and the constant friction were relentless. But the worst was yet to come. Ethan smirked, adjusting his waistband. “Better hold your breath, if you can.”

Without warning, Ethan let out a loud fart, the rancid smell seeping through the fabric and into Mark’s very being. The odor was nauseating, and there was no escape. Ethan made sure to keep consuming dairy products throughout the day, ensuring a steady stream of gas.

Ethan didn’t stop there. It was the middle of summer, and he decided to go for an intense workout session at the gym. The sweat poured off him, soaking into the briefs. Mark was overwhelmed by the combined assault of sweat, musk, and the relentless farting.

Ethan didn’t bother showering after his workout. He wore Mark all day, and by the end, the briefs were soaked with sweat and reeked horribly. The constant sweating and gas attacks were unbearable for Mark.

As night fell, Ethan stripped off the briefs and tossed them carelessly into the laundry hamper. “By the way, you’re going to stay that way for the whole summer,” he laughed. “See you tomorrow, Mark.”

Mark was left to endure the suffocating darkness, dreading the torment that awaited him for the rest of the summer.

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Too late now

"Listen, it won't be that bad, just relax." Elias said in a condescending tone.

"What do you mean not that bad?! You have no idea how much being your socks sucked. You never even washed me and kept me on for days! I can’t even imagine how bad it would be to be your underwear. I am sorry but I don’t want to do it!" you replied with a stern voice.

"Well, in that case I have bad news for you, because I don't really care what you want. You owe me and it is definitely too late to chicken out now." Elias said, while fidgeting with his phone, opening the TransformR app on his phone.

"No, Elias please! I beg you. I can't keep doing this. Every time you transform me it gets more difficult to keep sane."

"Well, tough luck I guess. You better get used to this, because if you keep bitching like that I might just keep you transformed! Anyway, you wasted enough of my time, see ya in a few weeks." With that Elias clicked the final button on his phone, sealing your fate for the upcoming weeks.

In front of him you collapsed into yourself, becoming hollow and turning white. You fell onto the floor, right in front of his stinking feet.

"Well then, let’s talk specifics. Duration, 5 weeks, senses enhanced, very absorbent, both liquid and gas. Perfect, I guess everything is set now. Let’s try you on for size." Elias said, bending down while undressing. You saw, as he flicked his still wet workout clothes straight into his clothes, instead of the washing machine, a fate, you were surely going to share in the next few weeks. He pulled his legs through your openings and you finally came into contact with his immense ass and junk. He did not shower after his workout, you were sure of that. With the enhanced senses you were forced to smell and taste every single one of his many inches of manhood, stinking of sweat and his ass reeking of musk.

"Let's see about that absorbing power of yours," Elias said, before going down to his knees and poking his ass out. A few seconds passed, then Elias farted right into you. Your torture intensified. In combination with the dried sweat and ass smell, you were now also bombarded with Elias’ foul gas. Not only that, but you absorbed every bit of it into your fibers, never truly going away, the smell always lingering…

"Nice, I can't smell anything. At least I don't have to be as careful with my protein farst, those are deadly. Anyway, you clearly absorb gas, what about liquid?" Elias said, lying down in his bed and opening his favourite websites. You felt, as Elias began to massage his dick through you. You could feel, smell, and especially taste his enormous member. You suffered with each stroke, feeling his veins pulsating through you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a load of his cum exploded in your face. You could feel it, as it slowly seeped into your fibers as well, compounding the foul stench and taste. "Nice, I see we will have a lot of fun. Let's go for a run," Elias said, before getting up and getting dressed.

This was going to be a long 5 weeks

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Thinking Quickly (AI assisted)

Josh had registered with a new gym, just to be closer to his newest crush Francesco. He was an Italian student, with rich, light brown hair, toned, incredibly sexy and muscular legs and a jawline to die for. Josh knew that he wanted to be close to him, but he did not yet know how.

Josh was thinking and formulating a plan, how to find out if Francesco was even gay and if so, how to get into his pants. He walked into the locker room of his new gym and there he saw Francesco, still in his street clothes. He had already laid out his gym clothes on a bench, but was still on a phone call. Josh greeted him and made his way to his locker, opposite to Francesco. Josh looked around, could he maybe take a sock, when Francesco wasn't looking? Or what about a sweat soaked shirt? While still on the phone, Francesco took one more thing out of his gym bag and stored the empty bag back in his locker. In his hands he held a pair of grey briefs, with a slightly unpleasant odor.

After Josh saw that his plan was practically set. Francesco was walking up and down the locker room, sometimes turning away from his things. Josh looked around to make sure nobody else was watching. He stored all of his things in his locker, and waited, for Francesco to turn around again. He had to hurry, because he could hear the call coming to an end. Francesco turned away and Josh, in one smooth motion, picked up Francescos briefs from the bench, hid them in his locker and transformed himself into identical briefs.

His fabric body flopped onto the bench, onto of Francescos other gym clothes.

Josh’s fabric body flopped onto the bench, landing atop Francesco’s neatly folded gym clothes. His new form—an identical pair of grey briefs—quivered slightly as adrenaline coursed through his transformed fibers. The plan had worked flawlessly. Francesco, still pacing the locker room, wrapped up his phone call with a curt “Ciao, see you later,” and turned back toward the bench, oblivious to the switch. Josh’s heart—or whatever passed for it now—raced as Francesco’s muscular hand reached down and scooped him up.

Francesco sniffed the air briefly, his sharp brown eyes narrowing. “Weird,” he muttered, shrugging off the faint whiff of his original briefs’ odor, now tucked away in Josh’s locker. He stepped out of his street clothes, revealing his toned, powerful legs and a physique that made Josh’s fabric form practically hum with anticipation. Francesco slid Josh on, pulling the grey briefs up over his thick thighs and snugly around his hips. The sensation hit Josh like a tidal wave—Francesco’s warmth, the faint musk of his skin, and the overwhelming pressure as the briefs hugged every contour of his athletic frame.

Josh had rigged the transformation app to heighten his senses, thinking it’d make this fantasy even sweeter. Big mistake. The pleasant musk he’d imagined was magnified tenfold into a potent cocktail of sweat, skin, and a lingering hint of yesterday’s workout that Francesco clearly hadn’t washed out of his routine. Josh could taste it, feel it seeping into his fabric, and—oh god—smell it with a clarity that made his mind reel. Francesco adjusted himself, oblivious to Josh’s silent panic, and the motion crushed Josh’s transformed essence against Francesco’s hefty package, sending a jolt of dizzying sensation through him.

Francesco grabbed the rest of his gym gear from the bench: white socks, black slides, and a green hoodie. He slipped them on, leaving his shorts behind for now—apparently, he was still prepping. Josh clung to Francesco’s body, every shift of muscle a new wave of sensory overload. Francesco walked toward the locker room mirror, stopping to check himself out. There he stood: tall, broad-shouldered, his fair brown hair slightly tousled, brown eyes scanning his reflection. The green hoodie hung loosely over his torso, the white socks peeked out from the black slides, and Josh—the grey briefs—framed his lower half, stretched tight over his sculpted ass and junk.

“Looking good,” Francesco said to himself, turning slightly to admire his legs. Josh, trapped in the fabric, wanted to scream. Good for you, maybe! The pose shifted Francesco’s weight, pressing Josh tighter against his skin, and then—without warning—Francesco let out a low, rumbling fart. The gas blasted through Josh’s fibers, hot and sour, a brutal assault of Italian protein-diet stench that lodged itself deep in his being. His enhanced senses made it unbearable, the smell lingering like a cruel joke as Francesco chuckled to himself. “Whoops, too much espresso today.”

Josh’s fantasy was crumbling fast. Francesco grabbed his gym shorts and tugged them on over the briefs, sealing Josh in a suffocating layer of darkness and heat. The workout that followed was pure hell. Francesco hit the treadmill first, his powerful strides grinding Josh against his sweat-slicked skin. Every step was a thudding torment, the dampness soaking into Josh’s fabric until he was drenched. Then came the squats—Francesco’s glutes flexing and straining, crushing Josh with each rep. The sweat poured freely now, a salty flood that drowned Josh’s senses, compounded by the occasional ripple of gas Francesco didn’t bother holding back.

By the time Francesco finished, Josh was a sopping, reeking mess. Francesco stripped down in the locker room, peeling Josh off and holding him up with a grimace. “Madonna, these stink,” Francesco muttered, his brown eyes narrowing as he dangled the sweat-drenched grey briefs between two fingers. Josh’s fabric form quivered, his enhanced senses still reeling from the onslaught of sweat, musk, and those damn espresso-fueled farts. He was too dazed to process what came next.

Francesco shrugged, opened his gym bag, and tossed Josh inside. The briefs landed with a damp thud atop a pile of unwashed socks, a crusty towel, and—oh god—a pair of sneakers that reeked like they’d run a marathon in a swamp. The zipper whined shut, plunging Josh into stifling darkness. His transformation app, hidden in his locker across the room, was set to revert him in an hour—but the fine print he’d skimmed warned that the process wouldn’t trigger if he was “contained or obstructed.” Trapped in the bag, surrounded by Francesco’s rancid gym gear, Josh realized with creeping dread that he wasn’t going anywhere.

The bag jostled as Francesco slung it over his shoulder and headed out, each sway grinding Josh deeper into the sweaty heap. The heat was suffocating, the stench a relentless assault—old sweat, foot funk, and a whiff of that last fart clinging to his fibers. Josh’s mind raced, his silent screams lost in the void. What now? Francesco could toss the bag in his car, leave it in a locker, or—worst of all—forget about it entirely. Would he wash Josh? Wear him again? Or would he rot in this festering prison until the app’s battery died, leaving him stuck as briefs forever?

As Francesco’s footsteps faded down the hall, Josh was left to wonder, marinating in the unknown, his fantasy-turned-nightmare stretching into an uncertain, foul-smelling future.

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Attempting to lift himself up, Eric raised his head up a little only to be met with the 6’8, size 14 sole of his jock cousin. The heavy foot lifted from his chest as he watched the bottom lower onto his face, his nose pressing into the soft skin. He inhaled the strong, dry odor from the bottom of it that always drove him crazy when his cousin would remove his shoes. Now 100 times stronger having the source right over his nose. He already knew his cousin Todd was the total basketball jock with his friends and had always been the more charismatic and slightly dominant cousin toward him but as of late he had turned into the dominant foot jock. Todd finding it just another way to exercise his alphaness in somewhat teasingly keeping his weaker cousin below him. Plus Eric telling him his feet always smelled, only fueled the fire for his cousin to get back at him. Eric grunted some, feeling his face being pushed back down to the carpet, Todd brought his other bare foot over, covering his cousins face under both of them. “Stay down there and smeeellll those feet loser,” the jock said, smearing the bottoms over Eric’s nose while he went back to gaming. Eric breathed in deeply, the odor getting him insanely light headed. He’d already been down on the floor for 20 minutes, not really trying to get away, only making the feeble attempts at escape, letting his cousin keep him foot pinned while he gamed. He attempted to push the feet away once more, got one off his face, lifted his chest up, but was ultimately defeated. Todd moved one foot back onto his chest, pushing him down, while keeping the other on his cousin’s face, now sliding it down so his toes wrapped around his nostrils. “I’m not letting you up so you might as well submit wimp. Sniff them!,” Todd said from above, flexing his toes against Eric’s nose. Eric took a few deep inhales, he loved breathing in that strong foot odor, before letting his arms fall slightly away from his sides, showing his cousin he was victorious over him. He let the toes rub against his nostrils some more before feeling the bottom sole slide down his nose and back up a few times. Eric suddenly felt the foot on his face tilt to the side and saw his cousin grinning down at him. Todd’s smile widened as he cracked a snicker, sarcastically saying,”Liking the smell down there?” Eric could feel his face blushing but didn’t say anything. He heard his cousin continue,”Pretending to hate it but you love it. Like getting my big stinky feet rubbed in your face don’t you?” Eric didn’t know what to say as Todd once again smothered him completely under both soles. He was submerged in darkness as the pillowy bottoms consumed him entirely. He looked into the bottoms, breathing in their addicting odor, not resisting but silently admitting his place. He felt the bottoms lightly wipe themselves against his face as he heard his cousin order him to sniff. Eric did for the next 15 minutes, letting the feet rule over him completely. One set of toes slid down to his mouth and pushed themselves against his lips.  Eric assuming he knew what he was suppose to do, he stuck out his tongue between them. Todd maneuvered his toes over the tongue, each getting licked, then dragged the bottom of his foot across Eric’s tongue. He did the same with his other foot, teasingly calling Eric ‘foot slave’ while he continued gaming. He eventually placed his toes back over Eric’s nose, mindlessly flexing and rubbing them on it while he finished up his game.