TF, Macro, Kink, and Fetish Stories

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Danny woke up, looking at his boyfriend with a devilish grin. "You was a naughty boy last night." He smirked. "I think you need to be punished." He took out his phone and opened up his special app.

"Oh no, don't punish me, babe." Greg pretended to be scared of his punishment. Danny always acted this way after a wild night in the bed. He wondered what his punishment would be this time. The last time he was gym socks for a whole week. And he loved every moment of soaking up his hot to boyfriend's foot sweat and sucking on his feet while he worked out.

"Oh yes, punishment time. Naughty boys get punished." Danny turned the phone camera towards Greg and hit the flash option. Greg was instantly turned into underwear. "Can't wait to wear you today, babe." He said as he grabbed his new underwear and got out of bed. He took a nice long shower and dried himself off. He then put on his brand new underwear.

"You're going to spend the next several days like this for being a naughty boy" Danny laughed as he put on his pants, trapping his submissive boyfriend around his waist in darkness. "I am going to enjoy this." He added.

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Jay looked up at his two giant gym bros. He previous apartment building was being closed down and everyone had to move. He was desperate to find a place to live soon. He had asked his gym bros Tanner and Grayson if he could live with them for a little bit if they had a spare room for him. They had agreed that there was one spare room. At first he had doubts since he had been to their place before. It was a two bedroom apartment when he last remembered, but they told him there was a spare room. He thought that the second room would be where he would sleep and they would share the other room. He was in shock when Tanner was using one room and Grayson was using the other room. He wanted to know where the spare bedroom was at. He soon found out and wasn't too happy about it.

"This isn't a spare bedroom. It's a small cage." Jay said looking at their giant feet that look massive in comparison to his size. "You said you had a spare room for me. Not this." He continued to complain about his new dwelling.

"Well, we didn't specify the spare bedroom, but technically it is a spare bedroom for you." Grayson smirked looking down at their tiny gym bro. They had shrunken him down to 4" for him to fit into the small cage and still have plenty of space. Yet, he would not be able to get out unless one of them let him out. "You kind of look cute in there." He laughed.

"This isn't funny," Jay said back. I need an actual bedroom, not a cage." He added more complaints.

"Well, you can't have my room." Tanner told him.

"Nor can you have my room either." Grayson commented on Tanner's comment.

"You were desperate for a place to stay, and we provided." Tanner explained. "And at your size you have plenty of space in there. Our feet look giant to you, I bet." He laughed a little, looking at tiny Jay who used to be the same size as them. He found it slightly amusing to see a tall 6'2" jock reduced to the size of 4".

"Still not funny." Jay paused. "Yes, I needed a place to stay, but don't you think something better would do." He paused again. "I could sleep in your living room temporarily." He suggested, hoping they would let him out of the cage and make him normal size again.

"I think this is better." Tanner counter suggested. "It's like your own little apartment in there without taking up too much space." He added a smirk. "Besides, we need to discuss how you will pay your rent. Your little apartment is going to be free for you."

"What do you mean by rent? Who pays rent in a cage?!" He sounded a little confused about the matter.

"Your rent won't be money." Grayson contributed to the conversation, also smirking. "I was thinking of worshipping the feet of the ones you owe for providing you a place to stay. What do you think, Tanner?"

"I think that is a great idea." Tanner paused smirking with delight. "A tiny 4" jock worshipping our feet every day sounds good to me."

"NOT TO ME!" Jay screamed. "We are gym bros. No way I am worshipping your feet." He spoke defiantly.

"I think it is a reasonable way to pay your rent." Tanner spoke, seeing the defiance in Jay's face.

"Not changing my mind." Jay refused again.

"Don't pay your rent and this happens." Grayson said as he stomped his foot on the floor by the cage.

The floor slightly shook and Jay felt it. Both of their feet are massive in comparison. One foot could completely crush him. "Okay, I will pay my rent." He finally relented, seeing his gym bros had him in a position he had no choice.

"Good." Tanner said as he opened the cage door and grabbed Jay from the cage. He placed him before their feet on the floor. "Start worshipping little man. You start paying your rent today." He laughed.

Jay approached the two pairs of giant feet. He began to kiss their toes and do his best to massage them. He could smell the strong odor coming from their feet. "When will I be normal size again?" He asked while worshipping Tanner's feet.

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Bryan looked up from his computer when he heard a large racket outside his bedroom door. He was studying some files for work when the noise was too much for him to concentrate. He walked out to see his two roommates Kevin and Charlie being obnoxiously annoying and loud. They had come back drunk once again. He had warned them about it on a few occasions. They obviously didn't listen to his warning.

"Again, you two. I am studying for work and you both broke my concentration." Bryan said, but both laughed it off as though neither were concerned.

"We just came from a friend's birthday party, give us a break already." Charlie said, giving Bryan the middle finger in response.

"Yeah, we were responsible and took a cab home, okay." Kevin added in. "We live here too and have every right to come home any way we want." He added.

"But I warned you two about coming home completely drunk because you are more annoying when you are drunk." Bryan added. As he went to his bedroom to get his phone. He came back out and opened up his app. He swore he would never use it on any person, but his roommates just would not listen to his warning.

"So, what you gonna do about it?" Kevin spoke with a little slur in his words. "Nothing!" He added and laughed.

Bryan decided to show them that his warning was very much true. He pointed the phone camera at both roommates and hit the flash option. Instantly, both roommates were replaced with a pair of white socks on the floor. He grabbed them up off the floor. "I warned you. You should have listened. I think some time on my feet should sober you up." He laughed as he went back on to his bedroom to try on his new socks.

At first, Charlie thought he was dreaming when he felt Bryan's foot slide inside him. After five minutes, he realized it was no dream. He was a literal sock on his roommate's foot. Unfortunately, he was still a little too drunk to fully realize his fate entirely.

Kevin mentally kept laughing as though he was imagining the taste and smell of a foot. Nothing mattered at the moment. He was still too high.

The next day was when Charlie saw his fate was no dream for sure. He had sobered, but the taste of feet was so present. Bringing in the fact of Bryan walking on him made him see that his warning was no idle threat. He was a literal sock on Bryan's foot. "Change me back. I promise I won't be annoying again. Can you hear me, Bryan?!" He mentally pleaded, but it looked like his roommate didn't hear a single thought whatsoever. He just kept wearing and walking on him. The pain of being pressed against the floor was horrible. He wanted to be human again. Being a sock was no fun.

Kevin was practically begging Bryan to turn him back to normal once his mind sobered up. "You promise never to use that app on any person." He pleaded. He knew he had the app, but never thought he would use it on them. "I am a person, not a sock. Change us back now!" He pleaded and demanded at the same time, yet he was still being ignored. He was tired of tasting a foot.

Bryan loved the peace and quiet of the apartment. Without those two annoying him, he got a lot of studying done and had time to play some video games on the big screen. He thought he should enjoy this peace and quiet a little while longer.

Two Months later, Bryan sat on the couch watching a movie in his favorite pair of socks. He had practically worn them every day. He wore them to work, working out and even hanging out with coworkers and friends. They were his most comfortable pair of socks he owned. He noticed how durable human transformed socks were. They had lasted two months on his feet so far with barely any damage. But they did have a strong foot odor, which he didn't mind. If they had not been so annoying they would not be socks on his feet. It was their punishment to smell like his feet anyway. He would eventually change them back at some point, maybe.

"It's way more peaceful with you two as my pair of socks." He commented as he continued to watch the movie without the slightest concern for his socks. That's what they currently were and should be treated as such.

"Ugh, I am tired of being a sock and reek of a stinky foot, please change me back, I beg of you!" Kevin pleaded, hoping Bryan would hear his plea at some point. It was a daily sweaty foot, stinky shoe and constantly being worn and walked on without the slightest care to how painful it was to him. Tasting a sweaty foot every day and he still couldn't get used to it. It was constant torture from his roommate foot. Many days Bryan would not say a word to them. He would simply wear them and treat them as just a pair of socks to be worn on foot. He began to wonder if he would ever see normal life again.

Charlie thought Bryan would get over it and change them back after a day or so. He saw he was so wrong. It was day after day of nothing but his roommate's foot. It was a stinky shoe after a stinky shoe. It was sweaty gym time and work out time almost every day. It was the constant of being worn to work over and over. It was the tasting of a foot with no end in sight. He knew him and Kevin could be annoying at times, especially when they were drunk, but it had been over a week since he had transformed them.

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Kerry was set to serve a thirty-five year sentence for the crime he had committed. That would be a long time in prison starting at the age of twenty-six. He would be a sixty-one year old man by the time he would be released. When he was told about the Criminal Rehabilitation into Society program or the CRS program that would shorten his sentence down to just five years, he was quick to volunteer for the program. He didn't know the specifics, but it sounded better than serving thirty-five years in prison.

Two weeks later, Officer Henry took a picture in front of the mirror in the bathroom at the police station. He had received a new pair of boots for work. The new pair of boots were a criminal who volunteered for the CRS program. He was to be his boots for the next five years. After completion of the five years, there would be a hearing board to determine if the boots were ready to be released into society as a valued citizen. He would be the one to testify if the boots or criminal was no longer a threat to society.

"I love the CRS program. It gave me the best pair of work boots ever. I might have to suggest that this guy needs more time on my feet." Officer Henry said to himself as he snapped a selfie picture in the mirror reflection. After five years, he might not want to give them up so easily. Wearing them for the past two weeks had his feet feeling so comfortable. He is on his feet so much, no pair of work boots felt this good. His feet used to hurt every night by the time he got home. The new boots had changed that. The insoles felt so comforting with each step. As for the criminal, he wasn't given a name or what his crime was. He was only told that the criminal was his boots for five years. At the end of that, he would be the determining factor if he could be reintegrated back into normal society. If not, he would have to spend another five years as his boots. Officer Henry was really considering the latter when it came time to the hearing board.

Kerry was really regretting his decision to go for the CRS program. He learned that his owner wearing him was Officer Henry. Sadly, the guy didn't know his name or crimes. He was just a pair of boots to him to wear. He also learned that his new existence was for the next five years, upon which Officer Henry had the soul witness account on which he should be back in society again or remain a pair of boots for another five years.

Tom wanted to see if the app was correct, and he was indeed shrunken down to size. "I don't want to go in your mouth!" He exclaimed, trying to get out of Kenny's grasp.

"Too bad." Kenny smirked as he opened his mouth and dropped him in. He started to just suck on him. He thought he would taste nasty, but the opposite was true. The tiny was actually nice to suck on. He sucked on Tom as though he was a hard piece of candy. He took his phone and started scrolling through it, while sucking on his tiny roommate. After five minutes, he finally released him. "That was fun. Feeling you squirming in my mouth felt great. You also tasted good. I almost swallowed you, almost." He smirked at the annoyed look on his tiny roommate's face.

"It wasn't fun for me." Tom spoke, glad to be out of his mouth.

Kenny sat Tom over his belly button as he laid on the couch. "I think I will take a little nap, little buddy." He laid his head back and closed his eyes.

Tom just sat there for a moment. Being in Kenny's mouth and being sucked on like candy was horrible. He hoped his roommate would return him to normal size once he woke from his nap. Suddenly, he felt like Kenny's belly button was getting larger. He tried to get out, but it was a futile attempt. The more he tried the more he was getting stuck. Soon, he found himself fully absorbed into his roommate's belly button. He felt like he was becoming nutrition that was being absorbed into his roommate's abs. "Hey, wake up, Kenny, help me." He tried to scream, but no words came out. He was soon dispersed all throughout his roommate's abs.

I'm in my holidays at the beach and there is this sports star. he's looking hot and every hot chick is flirting with him. would be nice to be a part of him

Later that evening, he saw Dan alone at a table at one of the outdoor restaurants. "Hi, I am Greg. I am a huge fan." He said when he approached him.

"Oh hi, you're the guy who tried to speak to me on the beach." Dan said when he recognized the face. "Oh, sorry about that. I was preoccupied then as you saw." He added in a slightly cocky expression. "What can I say, the women love me." He smirked.

"I noticed. You are from my home town, and I just wanted to meet you in person." Greg continued, extending his hand to shake his. He saw Dan did not extend his hand.

"Cool, anyway, I am meeting my date here. So, unless we have some business..." Dan said, trying to give Greg the clue to leave.

"I understand." Greg walked away disappointed. He really wanted to talk more with the sports star from his home town. He hoped another opportunity would present itself.

The next day, he saw Dan at the hotel pool. He moved to the empty spot next to him, but didn't say anything.

Dan looked and saw Greg again. He felt like the guy was following him. "You want something?" He asked.

"No, what do you mean?" Greg asked back.

"First at the beach, then at the restaurant and now here." Dan explained. "So what do you want?" He asked again.

Greg decided to get bold. "I just want to hangout, especially with a famous sports star from my home town. That's all." He spoke without thinking everything fully through.

"Oh, I see. Perhaps I can do something even better than that." Dan said. He had the solution to grant this guy's request and add a tattoo to his body at the same time. "Follow me to my hotel room. We can hangout there." He got out of the pool and saw Greg start to follow him. 'Too easy,' he thought to himself.

Greg was excited to hangout with the sports star at last. He didn't know exactly what they were going to do, but to hangout with him was enough.

Once back at his hotel room, Dan took his phone and opened up his special app. He went to the shrink and growth settings as well as TF Modifications. He put in the setting for 4" tall and tattoo. "We are going to play a game. If you can escape this room, you win. But if you can't you get crushed." He said.

"I don't understand what you mean by getting crushed." Greg asked, confused.

"You will see." Dan said as he pointed the phone camera at Greg and hit the flash option. He smirked at the results.

Greg saw a quick flash from the camera. He looked and saw everything looked different size wise. Dan was giant and the whole room looked massive. He then realized what he meant by being crushed.

"Better run, little man, or my massive foot will be the last thing you see." Dan laughs as he lowered his bare foot down near Greg with a large stomp. "This is going to be fun, for me at least." He added as he saw Greg running away.

Greg ran another direction from Dan. It wasn't much fun for him being tiny and almost crushed. As he ran, Dan's massive foot blocked his path. He then ran another direction. Each time, Dan would block his path before nearly being crushed. He could hear the giant sports star laughing above him like he was just a toy at this feet. Just as he was nearing the hotel room door, he saw a shadow loom over him. A massive foot came down crushing him completely. He felt himself being flattened, yet not dying. He then felt like he was being absorbed into something at the same time as Dan rubbed his big foot over him and over the carpet.

Dan continued to rub until he didn't feel anything under his foot. He lifted his foot and saw a new tattoo of a tiny man on the sole of his foot. He laughed when he saw it. He put his foot down and checked the app. It said permanent tattoo. He lifted his foot again to address his new tattoo. "Good news, you get to spend a lot of time with me now, permanently. Bad news for you is that it will be on the sole of my foot for the rest of your life. Anyway, I got women to meet. Enjoy being my tattoo, little man." He laughed as he put his flip flops back on and exited his hotel room not thinking once about his new tattoo.

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Alec looked up when he saw Ricky coming over to his desk. He had been dreading this conversation for over a month now. He had secretly borrowed quite a lot from his coworker with a promise to pay back in three week. It his been pass that deadline. He wanted to pay back, but didn't have the full amount plus interest. He worked at avoid talking to him for the whole month.

"Hey, how is your day going?" Ricky said as he saw Alec's door open.

"I know why you are here." Alec paused, cutting right to the uncomfortable part. "I promised to pay back in three weeks, and I have missed that deadline." He added.

Ricky had come over for that very reason, but Alec beat him to the punchline without him mentioning it first. "Yeah, so do you have it?" He asked him.

"Not all of it, maybe a fourth of it, honestly." Alec admitted. "It's taking more time for me to gather all of it than I anticipated."

"Hmmm." Ricky thought to himself. "Maybe there is a possible solution. If you are interested." He offered as there was a way to at least get part of him money back and get a gift for his older brother's birthday.

"Sure, what are you proposing?" Alec asked, hoping for a better option. The amount he owed would take a while to collect.

"You give me what you currently have and don't worry about paying the rest of it. Instead, you will help me get a gift for my big brother for his birthday. Deal?" Ricky offered with a smirk on his face.

Alec thought it was a sweet deal. He would be easily free of the debt that way. "Sure." He unlocked his desk drawer to pull out an envelope. He then gave Ricky all the money that was in the envelope. He watched as Ricky pocketed it. "Now how do I help you get a gift for your brother?" He asked.

"Simple, just come over to my office shortly and help me pick out some hot kicks for my brother to wear." Ricky said as he left Alec's office. He had a hard time trying to figure out what sneakers to get him.s

Alec was relieved his debt would soon be fully repayed. He answered a few more emails and walked over to Ricky's office. He heard Ricky tell him to close the door. After he did, he saw Ricky turn the computer so that he could see what was on it.

"Which one of the kicks you think would make a great gift?" Ricky asked as he scroll through the options on the screen.

Alec saw the Puma X Ferrarie sneakers. They look really hot. He had wanted a pair, but they were so expensive. "The Puma X Ferrarie kicks will be a perfect gift." He said, now feeling his debt was repaid.

Ricky took out his phone and looked up the item in the app. He then set the settings. He pointed his phone camera at Alec and hit the flash option. Alec vanished. He walked around his desk to see a brand new pair of Puma X Ferrarie kcks on the chair. "Thanks buddy, I hope my brother enjoys wearing you. Your debt is over now with me." He smiled as he grabbed the sneakers and placed them in a shoe box he had prepred for today.

"NOOOOOO!" Alec screamed as he realized that he was no longer human. Seeing how Ricky picked him up, he saw that he was turned into the very pair of sneakers he just picked out as a gift for his brother. "I don't want to be your brother's shoes! Can you hear me?!" He mentally screamed as panic took over his mind. He would rather take time to pay his debt off then to be some other guy's pair of sneakers completely unaware. "You can't do this, I have rights. This isn't fair!" He continued. He saw that Ricky didn't hear a single thing since he had no means to vocalize his complaint. He was placed in darkness of the shoe box as the lid was put on. He now saw his fate sealed whether he wanted it or not.

Alec felt like he was in the box for ages. He finally saw some daylight when the lid was removed. He could hear voices all around him, including Ricky's.

"Wow, bro!" Frost said as he opened the box after removing the wrappings. It as a pair of Puma X Ferrarie kicks. "I have been wanting a pair. Thanks. How did you know?" He asked as he pulled them out of the box.

"A coworker helped me pick them out. I hope you like them." Ricky said smiling, thinking about Alec and what his experience must be like right now.

"Hey, I am a human being not sneakers! Can anyone hear me?! Please help me!" Alec mentally screamed as Ricky's brother Frost held him in his hand.

"I am going to try these on right now." Frost said as placed them on the floor. He took off his slides and grabbed his new pair of kicks.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't wear me, I beg of you, please don't. I am a human being, not shoes!" Alec pleaded to no avail. No one heard a single plea for help.

Frost put on his new kicks and stood up. "These feel amazing. Thanks, little bro." He took a few steps in them. The insoles felt like soft pillows under his feet. He loved the way each step was supported. "I am definitely going to wear these a lot." He added. He saw Ricky smirk a little. "What is that for?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing at all. I made sure these are super durable. In case you do wear them a lot. It would take a long time for them to wear out." He added, still having a smirk on his face. The fact that his brother was completely unaware that is sneakers are a former person amused him. "Just enjoy them and put them to the test."

"Since you made sure they are that durable, I will wear them for at least two weeks straight then." Frost laughed as he sat down, wiggling his toes in his new kicks.

Alec screamed in pain as each step brought on torture renewed over and over. It didn't help much that Frost's socks had a small odor. That odor was pressing down on his face. He had no escape from it. He was secured to his new owner's feet, and there was nothing he could do about it. He swore he thought his owner say that he would be worn for two weeks straight. He hope he miss heard that. It would be a nigtmare.

Two weeks later, Ricky was chilling with his brother over at his place. "How are the sneakers?" He asked, being curious of his former coworker's fate. He saw his brother was still wearing him.

"The best pair of sneakers I have ever owned. I literally wore them every day. They really are as durable as you say." Frost said as both of them enjoyed the game and beer.

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Joe pulled up to his cousin's house. He took off his shoes and removed the sock on his left foot. He then extended his left foot towards his cousin Nick. "You know my payment." He smirked.

Nick hated having his cousin pick him up and take him places every time. It was always the same payment over and over. "Can we make another arrangement.? Like I can give you gas money at least once a week? Or pay for your lunch once or twice a week? Anything but this, please." He pleaded.

"it's not my fault your licence was suspended, and you need my help to take you places." Joe paused, slightly removing his left foot. "It's not my fault all the other cousins don't want to give you a ride because you never offer anything in return. So, what are your options?" He re-extended his foot barefoot back towards him.

"But you know how much I don't like feet, especially in my face." Nick tried to get out of paying his cousin in the manner he always expects.

"Your choice, it's the bus, taxi, or Uber, or me." Joe said, wiggling his toes in Nick's face. He knew exactly what he would decide. He was just waiting on him to admit defeat as always. The fact that Nick hated feet was the reason he chose this form of payment for driving him places. It was more fun having a personal foot slave to worship his feet, especially when it was the foot slave benefiting from getting a ride.

NIck knew his only free option, if you could call it free. He took hold of Joe's foot and began to sniff it starting at the toes down to the heel of his barefoot. He kissed and licked the sole of his foot, eventually sucking on his toes each one at a time. He then sniffed the right foot sock, kissing it. He thought he was finished after forty-five minutes of worshipping his cousin's feet. He then saw Joe hand him his sneakers. He hated that part because his sneakers always feel bad.

"You got to do it. It's my payment, foot slave." Joe reminded him with a smirk.

Nick took the sneakers and began to sniff them. Five minutes sniffing each one before handing them back to Joe.

Joe put is sock and sneakers back on. "Okay, you can get out now. See you in the morning foot slave." He snickered as he watched Nick get out of his car slightly disgusted on being a foot slave to his cousin's feet. "You know you secretly like it." He added.

At one of the games, Blake made it point to get Tony's attention during half time. He saw Tony skate over. "Hey Tony, remember me? We went to the same school together a long time ago." He said. "Name is Blake."

Blake looked hard until he recognized one of the juniors who graduated a year after him in high school. "Wow, long time no see. How have you been?" He asked.

"Doing quite well. I am glad to see you on my favorite team. I will be sure to come to as many games as I can." Blake said excitedly.

"Cool, I am glad you're enjoying the game." Tony skated back to the locker room.

Once back at the locker room, Tony noticed his skates had a small tear in the leather and would not survive the rest of the game. He didn't have a replacement pair to wear. He wondered how he would play in the last half of the game.

"You know there is a solution." Frank said, hearing about Tony's problem.

"What's the solution?" Tony asked, being curious.

Frank showed him his TF Pro Max app on his phone. "I could turn a fan into your skates. It would be extremely durable to last for ages. It doesn't matter if the fan is willing or not, they would make a great pair of comfortable skates." He presented his answer.

"I think I know exactly who." Blake said as he thought about his former high school classmate. "The guy would probably do anything to help if I asked him." He smirked as he sent word to bring Blake to the locker room.

Blake was surprised when he was escorted to the locker room. He had always wanted to get this close to the players. He loved the sport that much. As he entered, he saw most of the team there. He went over to Tony who requested him. "You asked for me?"

"Yeah, I need your help. I was wondering if you would help me with the rest of the game. I need someone to cheer me on." Tony smirked a little.

"Sure thing anything you want." Blake said excitedly. He loved the sport and wanted to participate more in it.

"Cool, you don't mind if my buddy here takes a quick picture of you," Tony asked back with an almost devilish look in his eyes.

"I don't know why, but okay." Blake said, confused at why they wanted a picture of him. He waited as the phone camera was pointed at him. There was a quick flash and then his vision changed instantly. Not only his vision, but even how his body felt. It didn't feel human for some reason. He heard the other players laughing hard for some reason. He wanted to know why.

"Dude, you really turned him into your skates." Tanner laughed as he saw Tony pick up the brand new skates off the floor.

"Wasn't he like a former high school classmate?" Rick asked next, laughing along with the rest of them at the fate of the skates.

"Yeah, but he was willing to help. Now, he gets to help me." Tony said as he took off his old skates and tried on his brand new ones.

Blake couldn't believe what he just heard. He was literally turned into a pair of skates. The reality was sure when he saw Tony's socked feet entering him and pressing down on his insole face both times. He felt his hands being used like strings to secure him to Tony's feet. Another person would have objected to this treatment but not him. He was loving it because he was now a part of the game on a player's feet. He loved the smell of Tony's feet.

"How does he feel," Frank asked, wanting to know if the newly transformed skates were comfortable. He saw a big smile on Tony's face.

"They feel great. I am definitely keeping this pair whether he likes it or not. I am sure you can arrange that, right?" Tony smirked and winked at Frank.

Frank deleted the revert data, "Already ahead of you on that one." He showed the transformation data was deleted. "He just skates to you now and nothing more. As promised, he should last for many years. Human transformed objects always do." He added.

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"Are you really serious? Is this one of our fans for real?" Jack asked not sure how to take that knowledge.

"Yeah, he practically begged me to turn him into yogurt for me to consume." Ryan laughed. "I do love yogurt, so I definitely wasn't going to turn him down if he wanted that." He added.

"We have some crazy fans, I tell you." Jack smirked.

"He tastes good, actually. Have a bite." Ryan dipped in and held the spoon up for Jack to taste. He saw Jack shaking his head.

"He doesn't taste good to me at all." Jack immediately said. "You can have him all to yourself for that matter." He added.

"No problem, that's more for me." Ryan said as he continued to consume the fan with delight.

"I know I requested these, but I have a craving for something different." Jack said, knowing what he really had a craving for.

"What is that?" Jason asked. "I will see about getting it for you."

"I want a nice tasty cheeseburger." Jack paused. "I am a little famished and really don't want to wait." He added.

"I will get back as soon as I can with a cheeseburger and fries." Jason spoke. The singer would have to wait regardless.

"I think I know how you can help even faster, actually." Jack said as he pulled out his phone. He opened up his app and put it in the setting for a nice cheeseburger on a plate. "Just stand still like that." He added as he pointed the phone camera at Jason. He hit the flash option.

"Yumm, you look tasty." Jack said as he lifted up the plate. "I wonder how you taste, because I am famished." He added.

Jason felt a large hand grab and hold him. He heard Jack speaking about him looking tasty and wondering what he would taste like. It was then it dawned on him what occurred. He tried to move, but was powerless to do so. He tried to speak, but no vocal words came out. "No, please don't eat me. I will get you a burger really fast." He mentally exclaimed.

Jack took a bite of the fully loaded burger. It tasted so good. The meat was so juicy and moist, the lettuce, tomato and onions added extra flavor. The meat was well seasoned. The bread had a sweet flavor to it. It was the best burger he ever tasted. He moaned with delight chewing each bite with delight.

Jason screamed in pain as Jack's teeth crunched and chewed a piece of him into mush in his mouth. He felt those bits of him smashed and swallowed down. He endured another bite as the singer's teeth tore into him again and again. He could hear Jack moan with pleasure as he continued to eat him. Soon, only one piece of him was left in Jack's hand. He watched in horror as the last of him was deposited in Jack's mouth. In darkness, teeth chewed and munched him into tiny pieces until all was swallowed. The last of him landed in Jack's stomach. He could feel the stomach acid begin to dissolve his final remains into nourishment for the singer as he was reduced to nothing but a snack for the singer.

Bryan searched for the the contest and rules. When he found it, I saw that all he had to do was write one verse in song form about him. The verse that he liked the most would be the selected winner. He didn't waste time. He wrote his verse about Justin and submitted it with his name and phone number. The winner would recieve notification a day before the concert. He really hoped his would be liked the most.

A day before the concert, Bryan recieved a text from a representative of Justin Bieber, informing him that his was the most favorite. He also recieved instructions on coming to the concert back stage about an hour before the show was to start to know what his part was going to be.

Bryan arrived the next day for the concert just as he was instructed. He was escorted backstage to meet with Justin himself. He was so excited about this experience. To meet him in person one on one was exciting enough, but to go on stage with him at some point during the concert was beyond what he ever could have imagined.

"You must be Bryan." Justin extended his hand to shake his.

"Oh yes, this is such an honor, Mr. Bieber. I never thought this would ever happen to me." Bryan showed his excitement over meeting him.

"Call me Justin, especially since you will be on stage with me." Justin said as he gestured for him to sit down.

Bryan sat down in the chair. Yet, he was curious as to when he would go on stage with the singer. "I am wondering when I will be on the stage." The excitement of the moment was building within him.

"Actually, the entire time for the concert." Justin informed him as he pulled out his phone and took off his shirt. He opened up his special TF app. He had been wanting to use a new feature that was recently added to it.

Bryan was confused. How can he be on stage the entire concert, he wondered. He thought maybe for just one song, but not for all of them. "I don't understand." He said being a little confused.

"Stand up. I will show you how." Justin instructed Bryan.

Bryan stood up as Justin stood beside him. He saw him wrap his arm around his shoulder and hold up his phone as though he was doing a selfie with him. He saw Justin hit the flash option. Instantly after the flash, he felt different.

Justin saw a new tattoo appear on his arm just as Bryan vanished with the flash. "Wow, the new feature really worked. A new tattoo just like that without the use of a needle. I definitely will have to try this again." He smirked.

Bryan couldn't move or speak, but he heard Justin talking about a new tattoo. He thought to himself that he couldn't have referred to him as a tattoo. Try as he might, there was no movement or speech coming from him. It was a little disconcerting.

"Sorry about this, but this is permanent. I can't undo your new form." Justin said with no remorse in his voice in reference to what he did to the super fan. "You get to be on stage with me for the entire concert and every concert from now on. You are permanently a part of me from now on. Best get used to it, my little tattoo slave." He finished with a laugh as he finished getting ready for the concert.

Bryan at first wanted to object to being a permanent tattoo, but the longer he remained a living decoration on the singer's body, his mind began to be warped by the same body. He started to feel like he belonged to the singer. He thought no better fate than to spend the rest of his life as his tattoo. By the time of the start of the concert, all resistance was gone. He was just dumb tattoo on the body of his master and nothing more.

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Henry crawled over to Tim as he was ordered.

"Remove my shoes and socks, slave," Tim ordered with a smirk on his face. Henry had owed him quite a large debt and was taking a long time to pay it back. He gave him an offer to pay the debt back in full in exchange for something else. Henry readily agreed to the deal not knowing what the trade was. He had him sign a slave contract with no end date.

Henry took off Tim's shoes and socks. He would not have agreed to the deal if he had known prior that he would be Tim's slave for however long he wanted. The only positive thing was that the debt was no more at least.

"Get into the footstool position. I have a friend coming over to relax." Tim ordered next. He rested his feet directly on Henry's back. After ten minutes, his feet just weren't comfortable enough. "I need a better footrest." He took out his phone and opened up his app he recently downloaded.

"I am trying to be as comfortable as I can, Master." Henry said, wondering what he could mean by a better footrest. "I can go get you one if you desire." He added while still holding up Tim's feet on his back.

"No, I have a better idea, slave. Just hold the position just like that." Tim removed his feet and pointed his phone camera at Henry. He then hit the flash option. Instantly, Henry was replaced with a brown footrest. He placed his feet on top of the new footrest. He dug his heels in it to test the stress and comfort. "Now, much better than before." He added as he deleted the revert data from the app. He turned on the tv to wait for his friend to arrive.

Henry found that he couldn't move. His body felt like it was a totally different shape. "What happened to me, Master?" He asked, but no words came out. It was like Tim didn't hear a single thing. He felt his master's feet rest on top of him. He felt his heels dug in him. It was then that reality set in. He was a literal footrest. "I don't want this, please change me back! Can you hear me, Master?!" Still, Tim didn't hear a thing as he was now just an inanimate footrest under his master's feet.

An hour later, Tim heard his friend Greg at the door. He went and invited him in. They both sit down on the couch. Greg took off his socks and shoes to relax. He came over to watch the series premier of a show they loved.

"Where is your slave at? Isn't he always here?" Greg asked, being curious.

"Well, he usually is, but now he is more permanently here." Tim smirked as he rested his feet on his new footrest.

"What do you mean permanently here?" Greg asked, confused.

"You know how we both use him as our footrest?" Tim asked his friend.

"Yeah, I remember, but he wasn't comfortable to rest feet on though at times. We would have to place a pillow on his back to make our feet more comfortable." Greg responded, remembering how uncomfortable his back was a lot of times.

"Well, he makes a much better footrest now." Tim laughed, digging his heels into his footrest.

Greg looked at the footrest that Tim had his feet on, and then realized what he meant by permanently here. "Is that really him?" He saw Tim nod in response, smiling. He placed his feet next to his friends on the footrest. The footrest felt really good under his feet. He too dug his heels into it to test the comfort level. It felt so good.

"I told you he would make a great footrest." Tim smirked.

"You're so right. He is really comfortable." Greg paused. "Is this permanent for real?" He asked, being curious.

Tim nodded, "Yup, I deleted the revert data. He is just a very comfortable and durable footrest now. Ready anytime for me to just come rest my feet on. Isn't that great." Tim and Greg laughed.

Henry didn't find any of this funny or liked the conversation he heard. "Ugh! No Fair! This isn't right at all! Change me back, please!" He mentally screamed while feeling two pairs of feet basically using him for their comfort. He could only see them relaxing and watching the tv show premier while he was only just an object to be treated under their feet for the rest of his life.

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Jason woke up feeling groggy. The last thing he remembered was having drinks with his cousin the previous night. His cousin Drake asked him over to spend a little family time together. He was initially surprised by the invite due to how he would annoy Drake at family gatherings. He didn't mind coming over though. From what he can remember they had a good time hanging out. He knew he had a little too much last night. The hangover was bad.

Jason then heard the floor shaking as though something large was approaching. As he lifted his head, he saw that nothing looked like it did last night. The room was ginormous. Everything was a giant size to him. He saw that his arms, legs and mid section was taped down to what appeared to be a giant flip flop. He tried to free himself, but the tape was too strong. He could move one bit. He then saw what was making the floor shake. He saw a now giant size Drake standing over him with a smirk on his face.

Drake looked down at his handy work. His annoying cousin was completely stuck to his favorite pair of flip flops. Jason fell for his trap and now it was time for him to get payback for all the other times he annoyed him at almost every family gathering. Once he passed out from drinking so much it was easy to shrink him and tape him to his flip flop.

"I am sure you're wondering why you are on my flip flop." Drake paused. "It's simple. Your annoyance got on my nerves. Now I get to take that out on you. He added.

"I am sorry, okay? Just let me up. I promise to be less annoying from now on." Jason pleaded as he saw Drake raise his foot towards the flip flop. He saw how he slid his foot on to the other flip flop.

"I might consider giving you your size back after a couple of weeks." He smirked as he slowly lowered his foot to slide it on the flip flop. "Until then, be a good living insole." He laughed as he secured his foot on and started to walk out of his room. He could feel Jason squirm just a little, but not much. The tape was too strong for him. If anyone asks about Jason he would claim he doesn't know where he went. At least, this way his cousin was more useful than annoying.

Two days later, Evan walked into Mr. Jin's office and sat down. He was still skeptical, especially since the fantasy would be granted for free as a promotion to gain new customers.

"I can tell by the look on your face, you don't believe the product I offer." Mr. Jin said as he sat there studying the expression on Evan's face.

"I guess my face tells it all." Evan said, looking away. "It's just that how can you grant my fantasy? It's no way." He added.

"Tell me what you desire, and I will see if I can grant it." Mr. Jin asked, intrigued to know.

Evan decided to give it a try even if he didn't believe him. "I want to be a pair of skates on my favorite Ice Hockey player Jack Hughes." He paused. "No way a person can be a pair of skates." He added disbelief.

Mr. Jin snapped his fingers. Instantly a strange paper appeared on his desk. He grabbed his special pen from its holder. "That is easily arranged. Yet, I have to warn you. All my contracts are permanent. You won't be able to reverse your fantasy." He then extended the pen towards Evan. "Interested?"

Evan still wasn't believing a word he said. Yet, he could indulge in the fantasy of it. He took the pen. He saw Mr. Jin points where to sign. He mentally scoffed at the idea, but signed the paper anyway without even reading it.

Evan saw Mr. Jin smirk. "Enjoy your new permanent life." He heard him say as suddenly his whole sight went dark. He couldn't move or speak. He was in a dark place as far as he could tell. He heard voices outside the place he was in.

Jack saw a box that mysteriously appeared. There was a note on the box from a guy called Mr. Jin. The note read: Dear Mr. Hughes, a loyal fan wanted so badly to be your skates. In the box provided is that a loyal fan turned into skates. I hope you enjoy him as much as he will enjoy being on your feet.

At first, Jack thought it was some kind of joke. The thought of a fan being footwear was ridicilous. Yet, it would be awesome fan support if it was true. He opened the box to see a pair of brand new skates. He tried them on and saw the comfort level of the insoles was beyond his imagination. The skates felt so good on his feet. Normal skates never felt this good. It was game time. No time like the present to test out his new pair of skates, he thought to himself.