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Requested story by @mavin1227

Nico was having a rough first year of college. He wanted to go a different route. He heard that the military would pay for your college after serving some time. He decided to go that route, but he was really nervous about leaving home where there was much familarity.

Porter had noticed a look of worry on his friend's face. "What's wrong?" He asked him.

"I am going to go in the miliary, but I am nervous about leaving." Nico paused. "Only if you maybe could come with me." He thoguht.

"No way, I can't go with you. I am not military material." Porter thought for a moment. "But we can still keep in touch once you get settled in your career." He added, hoping that would assure his friend.

Nico wasn't satisfied with that answer. There had to be a way to bring Porter with him. An idea then popped into his mind. It was the perfect way to bring Porter with him and have a purpose at the same time. "Wait, right here." He told him as he got up and went to his kitchen. He made two drinks. One for himself and a special one for Porter. He handed him the drink he made.

Porter took the glass and began to guzzle down the drink Nico made for him. "This is good. What is it?" He asked as he finished off the glass.

"I call it durability." Nico smiled back, seeing that Porter had drunk every last drop. He took out his phone and put in the setting for military boots. "Oh, and thank you." He added at the end.

"For what?" Porter asked, a little confused. He wondered why he was thinking him,

"For this." Nico pointed his phone camera at Porter and hit flash.

Porter instantly found himself unable to move or speak. In fact, his entire existence had felt changed. He had a limited field of view. He tried to scream for help, but he had no voice to which to do so. He couldn't do anything, actually. That slightly frightened him. He felt two hands pick him up.

"Wow, you look like th perfect military boots, buddy. Now, I won't be going alone. I will have my close friend with me, or should I say under my feet." Porter heard Nico laugh. He wanted to scream at him for doing this, but he was powerless.

"By the way, that drink was called durability for a reason. It's a mixture that will make your new form last for a very long time. I get to keep you with me for as long as I want. That definitely will make my feet happy." he heard Nico add more. This was not the way he wanted to help his friend aclimate to military life away from home.

Nico tried on his new military boots. He tied the boot strings, securing the boots to his feet. He walk around the room in them. The level of comfort from the insoles felt so good under his feet. He played with the insoles with his toes for a bit. Porter really did make a good pair of military boots, he thought to himself. All he needed to do now was to find a way to keep his special pair of boots once he got accepted in the military.

Porter found his new existence to be one of pain under his friends feet. Nico's socked feet pressed down on him with tremendous pressure. It was like being crushed by a building without dying. The worst was that his senses were so heightened that it made matters worse for him. The slight foot odor from the socks was in greater intensity for him. He could taste and smell that odor in an extreme way. The sole of his boot form felt every surface that Nico stepped on. It was like his own back was being pressed against the floor with Nico's weight bearing down on him. He could only imagine what being his friend's boots in the military would be like if this was only a sample of his new existence.

Nico couldn't believe his luck. They allowed him to keep the pair of boots he brought with him from home. They had looked like standard issue military boots to the common eye. Yet, he knew differently. His close friend had come with him unknown to those around him. He wanted to tell his boots thank you, but that would only look strange. He had to treat Porter like normal military boots, which didn't bother him. That was also the purpose of him being on his feet, to be treated just like he looked.

Porter was in agony day after day and sweaty socks after sweaty socks. Constant marching was the worst. He had to feel every surface beneath his soles, whether it was ground, concrete, cement, or carpeted floors. The bad part was the ground. Sometimes, Nico would step on jagged rocks. It felt like knives that were being stabbed into his back over and over. He reeked of his friend's foot sweat and musk. It satuated every surface inside his boot bodies. His hans were the boot strings securing him to Nico's feet. He was treated just like his appearance. He wanted to support his friend, but not like this.

Nico's feet never hurt thanks to his special boots. It was like stepping on clouds each time he wore them. He imagined that Porter wasn't having a good time. He had made sure to increase his senses to get the full effect of being his boots. He thought that might have been a little cruel, but it helped make the boots more comfortable for him. Porter got all the pain while he had all the comfort.

Twenty-five years later, Nico retired from the military. He looked at his special boots. They looked a little worn on the outsiide, but the inside was still just as comfortable as on the first day he wore them. Porter supported his feet all twenty-five years, and he was proud of that. He would continue to use Porter as his boots even though he wasn't in the military anymore. No one would get rid of a good pair of boots no matter how long you had them.

Porter's mind was mush. Any and all mental resistence was stomped out of his mind by Nico's feet. Now, all he wanted to do was be worn by his owner and master. He been stopped seeing Nico as the best friend. He was his owner, who gave him purpose in life. He truly worshipped Nico's feet with a passion. He loved being crushed by them over and over despite the pain they caused him. His pain was his owner's comfort. HIs ilfe was now dedicated to adoring Nico's feet and making sure his owner was comfortable whenever he wore him.

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