#slides transformation

[tf-kinky]

Vince was consumed by an obsession that bordered on madness. His roommate, Charlie, was the unwitting object of his fixation—his feet. But Charlie, ever the straightforward and unassuming guy, had no interest in Vince's peculiar desires.

In a moment of reckless desperation, Vince decided to take a highly experimental drug he'd heard about, one that promised to turn him into any inanimate object he wished. With his heart pounding and his mind racing with the implications, Vince muttered his intent and felt the world around him warp. His body contorted, shrank, and reshaped into a pair of black slides. He lay there, now just a pair of slides in Charlie's room, waiting for to be worn.

Charlie returned from his outing, in need of a quick change of shoes. His eyes glanced over the slides, and without suspicion, he stepped into Vince. The moment his feet made contact, Vince's new reality was nothing short of a living hell. The smell was overpowering, a potent mix of sweat and the day's grime. Then came the sweat, relentless and soaking, turning Vince's new form into a swamp of discomfort. But the pain was the most excruciating—every step Charlie took was like being crushed underfoot, a constant, grinding agony that made Vince's previous life seem like a distant dream.

Charlie, oblivious to the torment beneath his feet, walked around, getting ready for his evening. He paced, he lounged, he even danced a little to the music playing in the background, each action amplifying Vince's suffering. Hours passed like this, with Vince enduring each moment, wishing he could scream, but only able to exist in silent agony.

Late into the night, when Charlie finally decided it was time to sleep, he removed Vince, put him in his footwear cupboard. With no room for Vince to revert back to human form, tthe drug's effects should have worn off, Vince realized with growing horror that the transformation was now permanent.

The drug, within the confines of the cupboard, had solidified his fate. Vince was now, and would forever be, Charlie's slides. Each day brought the same routine—Charlie would wear him, the weight, the odor, the sweat all part of Vince's eternal torment. He was no longer Vince, the person, but an object of utility, his existence reduced to suffering beneath Charlie's feet.

Vince's new life was one of endless pain, his desires turned into a cruel, unending reality. Every step Charlie took, Vince felt the weight of his choices, a reminder of the folly of his obsession, now his permanent, torturous existence.

Five months had passed since Vince's life had been irrevocably altered. The slides, once a simple, black pair, were now a testament to the wear and tear of constant use. The material had frayed, the soles were worn down to nearly nothing, and the smell was a diabolical pungent reminder of their daily journey through Charlie's life. Vince, trapped in this decaying form, had endured every moment of it, his consciousness a prisoner to the relentless cycle of pain and degradation.

Charlie, finally noticing the sorry state of his slides, decided it was time for a change. He was unaware of the living nightmare he had been walking on for months. To him, they were just another pair of shoes that had reached the end of their lifespan. One evening, after a long day, Charlie decided to clean up his space. He gathered the old, ruined slides along with other trash and carried them down to the basement where the trash compactor was located. With no sentimentality or hesitation, he tossed Vince into the compactor, thinking only about clearing out clutter.

As the compactor hummed to life, Vince felt the crushing weight descend upon him. The initial pressure was like nothing he had felt before—far worse than any step or the confines of the shoebox. The machine began its work, compressing everything within, including Vince. The pain was beyond what he had known, a sensation of being squeezed out of existence, his very being compressed into nothingness. In those final moments, Vince's consciousness, already stretched thin by months of suffering, began to fade. The slides, his prison and his identity, disintegrated under the relentless force of the compactor. With each mechanical grind, Vince's awareness dimmed until there was nothing left—no pain, no scent, no Vince.

Charlie, upstairs, was already forgetting about the slides, moving on to other tasks. The trash was taken away, compacted, and disposed of, ending Vince's existence without fanfare or recognition. The experiment that had once promised transformation had instead delivered an eternal sentence, concluded by the mundane act of throwing away trash.

And so, Vince's story ended—not with a bang, but with the quiet, mechanical closure of a trash compactor, his essence lost forever in the detritus of everyday life.

Charlie bought a new pair of slides the next morning, although he couldn't understand why these new slides were significantly less comfortable. He may discover the transformation drug one day, and realise what happened to his roommate and discover humsn material makes the best transformation material, although he forgot Vince's name ages ago.

[anon-sect]

Jack had saved up a lavished vacation and put in for the time off well in advance. He was looking forward to a much needed two weeks vacation time away from work. Unfortunately, he had four coworkers who were jealous that his vacation time was approved and theirs were denied. They spoke up lies about him in order to get his vacation time canceled. Their plan almost worked if it wasn't for some smart thinking on his part. He wanted to get them back for trying to sabotage his vacation.

Jack invited Tony, Drake, Perry, and Obrien over to his house for a coworker BBQ meal. He was surprised that all four showed up as invited. His plan was working too perfectly. He served them drinks and barely sipping on his own. He watched as they guzzle down their entire glass. Once they were finished, he took out his phone and opened up his TF Ray app. He put in the setting for a pair of black and white slides. He pointed at Perry and Obrien and hit flash. Both coworkers vanished and were replaced with a new pair of slides for his size 12 jock feet. He quickly deleted their data from the app. He put in the setting for a pair of shorts and hit flash. Drake was turned into a nice pair of shorts for him to wear on vacation. Lastly, he turned Tony into a volleyball to play with on the beach. He deleted both Tony's and Drake's data from the app. All four were permanently stuck as those objects. He was so looking forward to his vacation with his new objects.

ONE MONTH LATER......

Perry was begging for mercy as he had to endure the hot sand beneath him and a size 12 crushing his face. He didn't want this fate to be forever. Jack had been wearing him for a whole month. Sometimes, his feet were so sweaty that they reeked with a foul stench. He was forced to smell it with each crushing step. It was a horrible existence.

Obrien had completely given in to his fate. He saw Jack wasn't changing him back to normal anytime soon. He even started to worship Jack's foot that used him nearly every day. There was no need to continue to fight being a slide after the second or third day. This was his life. Even though the hot sand was harsh on him, it was an honor to serve his Master's feet to keep it comfortable while being worn.

Drake was in torment nearly the whole vacation. His face was at the ass end of the shorts. Every time Jack sat down, he was sitting on his face. There were moments that Jack would fart. The foul gas would permeate his face. If he had a physical face, he would gag for fresh air. Seeing his former coworker's ass all the time was a view he never wanted. He could tell that Jack knew exactly where his face was. There were a few times he caught Jack purposely rubbing his ass onto his face and farting afterward.

Tony wanted his humanity back so badly. He was just a volleyball being used by others to play with. He didn't like being manhandled so much. The fact that Jack rested his foot on him like he was a common object felt so degrading. He had never spoken with him ever since changing him into an object. He wished they had never tried to mess with him if this would happen to him.

Jack was enjoying his vacation. His former coworkers were his favorite objects. Especially loved farting in his shorts, knowing where the face was. His slides were absolutely perfect. The volleyball was so much fun to use while chilling with his friends on vacation. No one knew that his slides, volleyball, and shorts were all former humans and coworkers. Yet it was also none of their business either. They were just objects for his use now and nothing more.

[jaradraws]

you wanna watch transformers one. you do

[luxuki-1]

This is what all the meeting on the Lost Light look like (real trust)

[vodid]

cha cha cha !

[bloominglegumes]

CANT GET OVER SHOCKWAVES GOOFY LOOKING ALT MODE

[outletcrash]

something i have noticed browsing the humanformers tag.

[westywallowing]

snippets from my miraculous Fruits Basket au :))

[soranatus]

Megatron & Rodimus Akira bike-sliding By Andrew Lee Griffith, a Transformers comics artist and writer

[anon-sect]

I'd love to be transformed by my father-in-law.

"You don't deserve to have my son, but you'll do just nicely as an object".

Sounds so hot.

Picture source: @superfinemen

George was initially shocked when his son, Alvin, came out to him. He didn't want to accept it at first, but he wanted to support his son eventually. He did support his choice when he saw how happy Alvin was. It was some time later that it was his son's choice in partners that displeased him. Every last guy that his son introduced to him, he didn't find worthy of his son.

Alvin finally did settle on one guy that he liked a lot. Peter was the guy that Alvin liked the most. Tired of his father having fault in every last one, he decided to stick with the one he loved best, despite his father's disapproval.

One weekend, Alvin had invited Peter to the family lake house for some fun time. George didn't like the prospect of seeing Peter for the entire weekend, but he played it off like he was okay with it for the sake of his son.

The second morning at the lake house, George saw Peter downstairs looking out the patio door. Alvin was still asleep. "You are up early." He spoke trying to be cordial when he really didn't want to.

"Really, Sir? Alvin is asleep now. You don't have to fake liking me when he isn't around." Peter paused with a serious look on his face. "My man told me how you haven't approved a single guy he liked. It's a darn shame you aren't as supportive as you should be." Peter added.

George didn't like the way he spoke back to him, even though it was partially true. He just wanted the best for his son, and he thought Peter wasn't it. "You are right about one thing. I haven't been as supportive as I should be. But I promise the next guy he sees, I will support his choice." He spoke as he pulled out his cellphone and opened up the TF Ray Pro app. He put in the setting for a pair of slides, size 12.

"Next guy!? I am not leaving Alvin anytime soon, Sir. You will just have to deal with me being with him." Peter countered back, rather upset at George's words.

"I am afraid my son won't even know what happened to you. He will grieve your disappearance but will move on soon enough." George spoke as he added an additional setting of long-term durability. He didn't want his feet to destroy his new slides completely. He wanted many years of use out of his son's former lover.

Peter wanted to question what George meant but didn't get the chance. There was a flash from his phone, and he instantly felt different. He tried to scream but had no ability to speak anything. It was just only his mental thoughts. He tried to move but found himself completely immobile. He didn't know what happened to him until he felt tremendous pressure crushing him. The pain was intense as something was stepping on him. He realized what it was when he felt toes scratching at his face. He was footwear.

George loved the way his new slides supported his feet. They were quite comfortable. In fact, they were more comfortable than normal slides. Each step felt good under his feet. He definitely would be keeping this pair for a long time, he thought to himself as he walked around the house, not giving a single care to what his feet was doing to Peter. He was nothing but his footwear now and should get used to his new menial existence under his feet. "You don't deserve my son. But you are very nice slides. I am definitely going to wear you so much on my feet." He spoke and laughed at the same time.

Alvin woke up later that morning and noticed Peter wasn't there. He looked around the house and couldn't find him anywhere. He went to see his dad in the dock. "Hey dad, have you seen Peter? I can't find him anywhere." He asked.

"No, son. The last time I saw him was when you two went to bed last night." George paused. "I don't know where he could be." He added, knowing full well his slides could hear this conversation, but helpless to do anything about it.

Alvin looked at his phone and saw a missed text from Peter. It read: "I am breaking up with you. I called for an Uber and left. I already have your number blocked so you can't reach me, good bye." He called the number, but it went straight to voice-mail. He was upset at seeing what the text said was true. "I don't know why he would do this to me, dad. I really liked him a lot." Alvin spoke, feeling down and depressed.

George hugged his son. "I know it hurts, but this is only temporary. You will find love again. The next guy you date, I promise to be more supportive of your choice. I will be a better father. The next one will be more worthy of your time." He spoke consoling his son over his grief.

"Thanks, dad. I will appreciate that. I think going out on the lake will help me get over the breakup." He spoke as he noticed his dad was prepping the boat. "Good, son. Let's go then." George spoke, making sure to scratch his toes on his new slides.

Peter was mentally screaming for help and cursing out George at the same time. He was helpless as he saw Alvin thought he broke up with him. There was no way to let his lover know what really happened to him. He could only watch in horror as his fate was to be under George's feet forever. His only view was of the soles of his feet. His only companion would be his owner's feet and the odor of ownership over him. He didn't look forward to smelling like foul foot odor.

ONE YEAR LATER.....

George received an invitation to Alvin and Greg's wedding. He was actually proud of the new guy he chose. Greg was definitely worthy of his son. He relaxed in his chair wearing his favorite slides he got a year ago. He honestly forgot the guy's name. But that didn't matter anyway. He had decided to keep him as his footwear.

[vesperscas]

every scene where cas regains his grace should have been a magical girl transformation where we see him floating above air with his arms spread out and eyes closed while his wings grow out with sparkles and his true form emerges for a second with pink and blue glow encircling him

[cosmocove]

time to make your choice only you can be the one

[tomatoshapedstars]

[vanillayoteart]

House Too Small

Werewolf HRT? more like... House... Re-entry... I got nothing.  Something for cryo-lithius from my weekly streams!

[outletcrash]

BLORBOS !!! DOODLES!!!

[rayofmisfortune]

as y'all may know I've been reading a lot of mtmte and more recently lost light. Anyway i bring you this humble offering.

RODIMUS' POWERPOINT

HE TOTALLY did this at one point

while I'm at this cuz it's very fraggin silly already, let us settle the debate via a poll