My Foot Fetish World

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Benny looked at the tiny guy on the table before his massive feet. He felt he should be a little more concerned, the tiny was a hardened criminal who was on death row. The justice department wanted to save on holding so many criminals and decided to put ones up for sale who were sentenced to death. The little guy was now his sold property to do with as he pleased. The idea of having a tiny foot slave was one of the reasons he bought him. He cost almost $700 since so many were bidding on him.

Zac looked up at the giant before him. He was accused of a crime he didn't commit. Someone who looks very similar to him has murdered several people in his neighborhood. Since eyewitnesses claimed that he did it because of face familiarity, he was the one arrested and convicted. The real murderer was still free. His lawyer tried to prove his innocence, but failed to persuade the jury. His lawyer was close to getting a retrial, but was too late. The justice department had put him up for sale as a tiny foot slave for purchase. He was shrunken down to 6" tall and sold to whoever won the bid to buy him. He thought maybe he could get his retrial through this giant.

"I am innocent. I am not guilty of what I was accused of. Maybe you can help me." Zac pleaded to the giant.

"What's your name?" Benny looked at the tiny while inching his foot towards the tiny man at his feet.

"Zac," he looked at the foot that was bigger than him. "But I am serious. You can help me get my retrial and my size back." He added.

Benny smirked. "Why would I do that? You nearly cost $700. By all rights, you belong to me now." He paused as he pushed the tiny man down with his toes. "You are no longer an inmate in prison. You are a tiny foot slave to serve my feet." He smirked at the power play he felt. He rather liked seeing the tiny man he could do whatever he wanted with. He could stuff him in is sock. He could put him in his shoe. He could put him in a tiny cage and keep him as a pet. So many ideas in his head.

"But I am a person." Zac interjected.

"Wrong, tiny foot slave or should I say foot pet." Benny lowered his socks foot on top of Zac. He applied enough pressure to keep him under but not crush him entirely. He picked up his phone and started scrolling through it while keeping his foot over his tiny foot pet. He could feel the tiny squirming under his foot. He rather enjoyed it. Every time he saw the tiny about to escape from under his foot, he would just use his socked toes to drag him back under. It was fun. He waited nearly thirty minutes before lifting his foot.

All Zac could do was squirm under the giant's foot. The sock was a little sweaty and reeked of foot odor. He would try to escape from under his torture, only to be dragged back under. He was powerless against the giant foot. No amount of strength could stand up against the giant that now played with him like a tiny pet under his foot. He saw that the giant was amused at keeping him under his foot while he relaxed.

"I think you get the picture now." Benny wiggled his toes over the tiny foot pet he just released.

"So even if I am innocent, you won't help me get my size and freedom back?" Zac offered one last plea of mercy to who was now his giant foot master.

"Even if you're really innocent, it doesn't change that I paid a lot for you. I own you now." Benny spoke, showing him that his fate would remain unchanged even if what he told him was true about his innocence. "You have two choices since I own your fate now. Be a good foot pet or make a little snack to be digested in my stomach. You chose." He smirked as he presented his socked foot towards the tiny. Either choice would satisfy him.

Zac saw he exchanged one jailor for another. He wasn't free, but at least it wasn't a death penalty yet. He got on his hands and knees and crawled to the giant foot and began to kiss the giant socked foot several times in foot worship. He didn't want to be a snack in his stomach.

Benny smiled down at his now obedient foot pet worshipping his giant foot. He pulled his foot back and removed his sock. He wanted to have a little fun with his foot pet in a special way. He picked him up and dropped him in his slightly sweaty sock. He then put his sock back on his foot. The tiny foot pet's squirming inside the sock felt strange at first, but soon became enjoyable. He then rested both feet on the table while he turned the TV on to watch a movie.

"Since you think you are better than me, let's make a bet out of it." Tom suggested with a smirk.

"Oh ok, I am game." Blake paused. "What's the bet?"

"Losers become the winner's socks for a few hours." Tom opened up his TF Pro Max app to show Tom that it was possible. "Unless you want to admit that I am better than you." He added.

"Prepare to have your own app turned against you," Blake set up the game system and loaded the game. "I will beat you regardless."

"Prove it." Tom said as he was selecting his character to fight with. "Talk is cheap."

Blake selected the Undertaker. When he saw Tom select Rey Mysterio, he laughed. "This is going to be super easy. Prepare to be my socks."

Tom just looked at him with a smirk on his face. He felt he didn't need to respond since his playing would do all the talking for him.

Blake was in shock that he was losing to his roommate several seconds later. He was beating the Undertaker with Rey Mysterio. Try as he might, he could not keep his character down for the three count. When he hit the finisher of the 619, it was a done deal. He could not kick out of the pin. Tom had beaten him with an underdog character.

"See, I told you." Tom pointed his phone camera at Blake and hit the flash option before Blake could protest or request another round. He watched as his roommate was reduced to a pair of white socks. He picked them up off the couch. They felt good in his hand.

Blake felt powerless in Tom's hands. He couldn't move or speak. 'At least it's only for a few hours, I can handle that.' He thought to himself.

"Now the feet test." Tom smirked as he put on his new pair of socks. He wiggled his toes in them. "Wow, you feel great on my feet." He decided he would go for a walk to break in his new socks. He walked to his room and grabbed his most comfortable pair of sneakers. He sniffed one and found it extremely toxic with his foot odor. He put them on without a second thought.

Blake thought being walked on was bad enough, but it got worse when he found himself trapped in Tom's sneakers with no escape from the foul foot odor left behind by the owner's feet. "I changed my mind, changed me back. This is torture." He mentally pleaded, but saw that Tom would not hear him one bit. He was just a pair of socks now. There was no way to voice his discomfort on his roommate's feet.

Tom got back to their place an hour and twenty minutes later. His feet were sweaty from the long walk, but never felt better. His socks brought on a level of comfort he had never felt in socks before. He began to wonder how much level of comfort his socks could really provide. He remembered it was only to be a few hours, but he hoped that Tom would not mind borrowing him for a little while longer.

Blake was in misery as he felt plastered to his owner's sweaty feet. He could taste all that foot sweat as though the whole feet were in his mouth. The musky odor of the feet combined with the sneakers felt like a stinky prison. He was relieved when Tom finally peeled him off his sweaty feet but was disappointed when Tom didn't change him back. He was tossed over the chair in his bedroom and left there. Tom didn't even speak to him. Blake began to wonder when Tom would keep his word and change him back to normal.

The next morning, Tom got up, washed and got ready to go to the gym. He grabbed his socks and put them on his feet. He put on his favorite gym sneakers. They were just as foul as the ones he wore yesterday. He didn't mind it since it wasn't his problem. His socks would have to endure the smell just like yesterday. He then went to the gym to do his normal workout.

"Not fair! It's been longer than a few hours. Change me back!" Blake pleaded to no avail. He found himself in another stinky prison, but he knew it would get worse. He knew it was time for Tom to go to the gym. It would be another sweaty time on his owner's feet. He mentally dreaded it.

Blake was right to dread it as Tom continued to work out at the gym. His owner's feet began to sweat, causing him to cling to his feet. He began to stink like the musky sweat all over his owner's feet. It began to saturate his sock bodies. He wanted it all to end and be back to normal, but he was a Tom's mercy until he was changed back. He was powerless to do anything about his situation. He hated it. This bet was only to be for a few hours, not last into the next day. He was a person, not a pair of socks.

The weeks went by as Blake was forced to be worn on Tom's feet day in and day out. Tom would only pick him to wear each and every day. He didn't even bother to wash him one bit. He reeked of the foul stench of his owner's feet. Tom never spoke one word to him, but treated him like common socks. He would go about his day, walking on him to no end. His only relief was when Tom took him off when he went to bed and to shower. Once his owner was up in the morning, he would be worn back on his owner's feet all over again. He grew to hate gym time so much.

Three weeks later, Tom noticed how quiet the place was. It was then he realized that Blake was still on his feet. He had gotten so attached to his new socks, he had not changed them back yet. He had been wearing them literally every day. They were a really comfortable pair of socks. He still has the revert data in his phone and may use it one day if he ever decides to do so. Until then, as long as his socks weren't complaining, why should he ever change them back. He laughed at that thought as he scrolled on his tablet. 'Silly me, socks can't complain, they simply are socks.'

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Zane was worried about his roommate. He had not seen him in the last four days. Sam had told him he had to take care of some personal business after work. That was four days ago. He had tried calling his phone, but it would go straight to voicemail. His only option was to trace his last location. He found that his roommate had left work and went to some house. It was his only lead.

Zane knocked on the door. One guy opened the door and looked at him. "I am looking for my friend and roommate. His name is Sam. His last location reported from his phone was this address." He was hoping to get some answers at least on what might have happened to him.

"Oh, that guy. You might want to talk to my roommate Vic. A guy came to see him four days ago and never left. I feel sorry for the poor guy honestly." Kay said as he motioned for him to come in. "My roommate Vic is on the back porch. Good luck getting your friend back though. He likes to collect living objects." He added.

"What do you mean Sam never left? And why do you feel sorry for him?" Zane asked as he walked in.

"I will let Vic explain." Kay led Zane to the back porch and left to go back to his room.

"I am here for Sam. Where is he?" Zane said, looking a the guy sitting down with his feet propped up and only one sock on.

"Oh, so you are his roommate. He mentioned something about you might come looking for him." Vic said, wiggling his toes in his one sock.

"Where is Sam?" Zane demanded, since he didn't see him anywhere.

"You are looking at him now." Vic smirked.

"I am confused, where is he?" Zane asked again.

"You see this one sock on my feet, that's Sam." Vic paused. "You see he owed me, but failed to pay the full payment on time. So, I gave him a choice. He could cancel the loan entirely or pay me triple the loan in two months. He chose to cancel the loan entirely." Vic smirked. "Just that he didn't know that cancelling the loan meant he would become a sock on my foot. At least, he doesn't owe me anymore." He added.

Zane was about to call his bluff until Vic showed him the video evidence. He saw Sam being turned into a literal black sock. "Let him go." He demanded. He hated seeing Sam stuck on this guy's foot like a common sock.

"He is my lucky sock now. Good luck getting him back. He belongs to me now." Vic said with his arms folded.= and wiggling his toes in his favorite sock.

"What can I offer you to change him back?" Zane pleaded. He thought about how horrible it must be for Sam to have been on this guy's foot for the past four days.

"I will make a deal with you. Pay off the loan your friend owed me and I will change hm back." Vic paused. "Failure to pay it off means you join him as a sock on my other foot." He paused again. "Your choice." He added, while he waited for Zane to reply back........

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Clark finally saw light for what felt like he was in darkness for hours. The top of the box was removed that he had been trapped in. He wasn't sure what happened, but he last remembered being at the gym locker room. The locker room grew in size. A massive hand scoped him up and placed him in a box and sealed it shut. When the box lid was removed, he was surprised who was staring down at him. It was the employee he had fired a month ago for trying to blackmail him. He had thought he was done seeing him after evidence was shown of what he tried to do.

"Well, look at you now." William smirked. "Last time we met, you had the power. Now, it's a complete reversal." He laughed at the frightened tiny man.

"William?" Clark paused as he saw that William was giant size compared to him. He figured he must have been at most 5" tall now. He was way smaller than his size 14 foot. He was in a powerless situation. "How has it been?" He asked, hoping to garner some kind of sympathy to let him go. He remembered having police escort him out of the building and being proud of that fact.

"You should know. I have been struggling to get a really good paying job." William picked Clark out of the box and placed him on the floor in front of his giant feet. "Had you done what your master told you and things would have been different for both of us." He added.

"You know I couldn't have done it. I would have been in trouble." Clark pleaded. "Besides, I only worshipped your feet a couple of times."

"It was enough to make you my boy." William continued. "I told you what would happen if you didn't obey like a good boy. Now, you see." He smirked as he hoved his foot over Clark. He slowly lowered his foot on top with enough pressure to pin him down but not crush him. He felt the tiny figure squirming under his massive socked foot. He laughed at the futile attempt to escape from beneath it. He lifted his foot.

"I can get you rehired, okay. Just put me back to normal size." Clark begged, realizing that his fate was now in the hands of the employee he fired a month ago. He just toyed with him under his foot. He could have easily crushed him if he wanted to, completely ending his life. "Or I could give you at least $10K." He also offered, hoping for some sign of mercy.

"You don't get it, tiny slave. I said there would be consequences for not obeying your master." William paused. "You now live as a tiny slave and toy to service my giant feet. Let me show you what not obeying me will cost you this time." He smirked as he slammed his other foot on the floor next to Clark. He saw him jump with fear.

Clark felt the floor shake from the massive stomp. He realized that if he was under that foot, his bones would be crushed instantly. Even if he survived, he would be in extreme pain from broken bones.

"Now, who am I, my tiny slave?" William asked with his arms folded.

"Master William," Clark responded with fear of being crushed under his giant master's foot.

"And who are you?" William asked the next question.

"Your tiny slave and toy, Master William." Clark responded, scared to anger his now giant master who he had thought he had escaped by getting him fired.

"Now you see your fate is forever to be at my feet, my tiny toy slave." William raised his foot and lowered it slightly towards Clark. "Worship your giant master's foot, like a good little toy." He smirked with his arm folded.

Clark saw he was once again powerless, but this time on a permanent basis. William had all the control and he had none this time. There would be no escaping his master this time around. He either obeyed or saw his life end under his master's massive foot without the slightest empathy. He reached up and started kissing his master's socked foot. He also licked the sock even though it tasted nasty. He had to please his giant master if he wanted to live at least.

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Danny was tired of seeing his cousin Hank and his boyfriend Andy coming over to the family gathering. Hank would bring Andy to every one of their family gatherings. Some in the family was supportive of his life decisions, while others just didn't bother to pay any attention to them whatsoever. Yet, he noticed that Hank and Andy would come anyway despite a mixed family reaction to them.

Danny decided that the last family gathering would be their last appearance at one, at least to everyone else. They would still be at the family gatherings, just no one else would know about it.

Three days later, while at another cousin's house, Danny pulled Hank and Andy to the side. "I am really proud of you, Hank. You really don't hide who you are despite some of the family not wanting you here." He said with a hidden motive behind his smile.

"Thanks, cuz." Hank paused. "I know some feel disappointed, but that's their problem, not mine." He held Andy's hand tight while looking his boyfriend in the face. "I am happy with who I am and who I am with. That's all that matters to me." He added.

"That's awesome. Do you mind if I take a picture of you and your boyfriend?" Danny asked. He had the app on his phone already opened and set.

"Cool with me, Danny." Hank paused. "I am glad you aren't like some of the others around here. You really accept Andy and me." He added.

"I appreciate that as well." Andy added to the conversation as both of them stood close together with their arm around each other's shoulders.

Danny held his phone camera towards the two of them. "You two will make a fine addtion to my sock collection, a very durable addition." He said as he hit the flash option. He didnt' want to give them the opportunity to even ask what he meant about it. One flash later, there was a pair of white socks on the floor where they had once stood. He scope them up off the floor and into his pocket. He had not worn socks today because he ran out of socks to wear. They would come in perfect for that use, he thought to himself. His feet were a little sweaty in his sneakers since he didn't wear any socks. He hoped they didn't mind musky and sweaty foot odor. That thought amused him. At least they will still be together, he also thought to himself as he went to the bath room to try on his new pair of socks.

Andy found himself unable to move or speak. "Hank, what happened?! I feel strange." He said, but no words were vocalized and it seem like no one heard him. He remembered Hank's cousin mention something about his sock collection, but was unable to ask a question about it. He felt a hand picking him up with ease and being stuffed into a pocket. His body felt strange and soft, even foldable. He only hoped he wasn't what he thought he was.

Hank realize too late what had happened. He felt his body feel cotton like and soft. He had no voice and no control over movement. He knew exactly what had happened to him. He had heard of some TF app that was populer online. He just never expected to be the victim of it.

Danny took off his shoes and saw how sweaty his feet looked. He smirked down at the socks in his hands. "Hope you boys like feet. If not, you will get used to it. You belong to my feet now." He laughed in a low voice. He put both socks on his feet and put his shoes back on without a second thought. He tied his sneakers and went back out to join the rest of the family. If anyone asked about them, he would tell them he last saw them outside walking around.

Hank couldn't believe what had happened to him. He believed Danny that he accepted him. He had no idea that his first cousin would literally turn him into a sock. He could only assume that his boyfriend was also a sock. He himself had a foot fetish and like having his feet worshipped on occasion, but his boyfriend was always reluctant. This was something totally different. He was now wrapped around a foot, his cousin's sweaty and stinky foot. To make it worse, the sneaker smelled even more foul than the foot he was on. Being walked on felt like a mountain crushing him over and over without death. All of that combined made this feel like a nightmare. "Someone help us! Danny turned us into socks! Help!" He mentally begged, but saw he was powerless as no one heard him since there was no way to vocalize his thoughts and pleas for help. He could only imagine his boyfriend was feeling worse since he wasn't fond of feet at all.

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back now! Please!" Andy mentally pleaded, hoping the owner of the foot he was on would change his mind. He wanted to puke so badly. He barely touched his boyfriend's feet, let alone kiss or lick it. Now, here he was, literally on his boyfriend's cousin's foot. It was sweaty and had a musky odor. The sneaker only personified that odor even worse. Being crushed like a common sock felt so degrading and humiliating. He silently wished for death that would never come. He could hear the voices of others, but had no way to call for help. He was at the mercy of Danny's foot, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Calvin woke up groggy. He had a a gag in his mouth and duct tape wrap around his face and mouth to keep the gag in. He looked and saw that he was also tied up on the floor in front of a chair. He wasn't familiar with his surroundings. He then heard someone coming into the room. He saw it was his coworker from the office. They both were going for the same position in the office that became available.

Rick looked down at Calvin nicely tied up and gagged from last night when he brought him to his place after the company party.

"You're probably wondering why you are tied and gagged in my place." Rick paused. "I want the position, but i needed to make sure I am the only option. So you will make a great footrest for now." He added as he went to sit down on his chair. He slowly lowered his socked feet down on top of his face. He wiggled his toes on his new footrest.

Calvin could only mumble since he had a gag in his mouth. He tried to get away from the slightly stinky pair of socks, but it was no use. The foul odor was all in his nose as the sole of the sock covered his face.

"Stop moving, you're a footrest. Get used to it." Rick commanded as he adjusted his feet over Calvin's face.

Calvin remembered having a lot to drink on the previous night at the company party. He was a little intoxicated and no one wanted him to drive home under the influence. He remembered someone offered to take him home. He remembered passing out in their car. He now realized who had offered to give him a ride home. He struggled in the bindings, but they held tight. He wasn't getting free any time soon.

"Struggle all you want, footrest. You aren't going anywhere." Rick had a smirk on his face. "So be a good piece of furniture while I relax." He laughed as he continued to rest his feet on his squirming footrest.

Calvin found himself tied, gagged and forced to be used as furniture by Rick, hoping he would free him soon. He didn't want to remain a piece of furniture in his place for long.

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For the past three days, Calvin was bound and gagged. Rick would come home for work and they gym, Rick would come and relax on the couch wihile using him as his personal footrest. From sweaty socks to stinky socks, he was forced to smell them while he relaxed above him. Rick had promised to release him from being a footrest once they had confirmed that he had the job since the other person had missed the second interview.

Rick removed the gag from Calvin's mouth. "HR said I got the position. You failed to make the second interview." He smirked, looking down at Calvin. "Oh well, you stil have a job though." He added.

"Okay, you promised to let me go once you got the position in the office. Untie me." Calvin demanded now that he was no longer in the running for the open position on the job. "Three days of smelling you foul feet is enogh." He added.

"Yeah, about that." Rick paused. "I said I would release you, just not in the way you are expecting. You won't be a footrest anymore." He said while opening the app on his phone. He put in the setting for a pair of socks. He pointed the phone camera at Calvin. "No more footrest like I promised." He hit the flash option.

Calvin found himself unable to move or speak. At least he didn't feel the ropes anymore. Yet, he still felt powerless. He soon felt two hands pick him up. He tried to squirm, but he couldn't even though that. Every word he wanted to say were just only thoughts. He had no mean to vocalize anything.

"Your new job is to be my socks." Rick smirked as he held Calvin-turned-socks in his hands. "You feel really good. I wonder how you will feel on my feet."

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back. I had enough of your feet as your footrest. This is even worse. Please change me back!" Calvin mentally pleaded as he dreaded the next part.

Rick took off his sweaty gym socks and put on his new pair os socks. He wiggled his toes in them. He knew his feet were still a bit sweaty from the gym, but that would be Calvin's problem, not his. "Oh yeah, you feel good down there. You was a great footrest, but an even better pair of socks." He laughed as he continued to wiggle his toes in his new socks.

Calvin now could taste both pair of feet as though they were in his mouth. He could taste all the sweat that had built up on his owner's feet from his time at the gym. He could smell the strong musky odor of his feet as though it was entirely up his nose. "Enough, Enough, please change me back, Rick. This is even worse than before." He mentally pleaded, hoping Rick would change him back to normal.

Rick smirked down towards his new pair of socks. He had durabilty to the transformation so that Calvin would be his socks for many years without being damaged.

"May not have been the job you wanted, but at least you have job security on my feet." Rick laughed as he turn on the tv to watch his favorite tv show on Netflix. He wiggle his toes again in his new socks. He definitely was going to enjoy his new pair of socks.

Eric gave Ken one major responsibilty. To help keep his place clean while he stays with him. He saw that Ken was failing at that. He went to his spare bedroom and saw Ken fast asleep. The spare bedroom was even messy.

Eric gathered up all of Ken's dirty clothes from the living room and his stinky shoes from the hallway and threw them on his bed.

Ken was quicky awoken when he felt his sneakers touch his legs. "What's up, buddy." He said, sleepily.

"What's up?!" Eric said highly upset. "That's all you have to say after leaving my place in a mess!" He exclaimed.

"I was planning to clean up later on, buddy." Ken sat up on the bed.

"You always say that, and it takes days for you to do something about it." Eric paused. "I am tired of keeping my place clean all by myself when you're suppposed to help make sure it stays clean while you are here." He added as he stormed out of the bedroom, upset.

Ken laid back down, letting Eric cool off. He would clean up later. As for now, he didn't feel like doing it.

The next morning, Ken walked out to see Eric had some breakfast on the table with two cups of coffee. He saw Eric hand him one cup.

"I am sorry about yesterday." Ken paused as he sipped on the coffee. "I will do better about cleaning up my mess. It's the least since you gave me a place without paying rent." He continued as he drunk the delicious coffee. "This taste good." He added.

"It's a special blend just for you." Eric said with a slight smirk on his face. "Besides, I am off today. I thought we spend a little time together." He added.

Ken noticed that Eric was just in underwear and socks. He figured he took the day off. "That's cool then." He said as he finish down the rest of the coffee from the cup.

As Ken finished his breakfast, he felt strange. The room started to look larger than it had a few minutes earlier. It was like the room was getting larger by the seconds. He slso noticed that Eric was getting taller as well. Things were a little confusing. He saw a smirk on Eric's face as though he knew what was happening.

"It will be finished soon enough." Eric smiled back at his now shrinking house guest.

"What did you do?!" Ken asked, wanting explanation to what was going on.

"Well, I am making it easier on you and giving you a purpose at the same time." Eric paused. "Let's just say, something extra was in your coffee."

"I am shrinking!" Ken said when he realized the room and Eric didn't change. It was in fact himself who was changing in size. It wasn't long before he was looking up at a towering Eric standing above him. His feet looked massive.

"I can keep my place clean now that I have a tiny pet." Eric said as he stompe his foot down near Ken.

Ken felt the floor shake beneath him as the massive foot stomped down. "Put me back to normal size. I promise to do better cleaning up after myself." He pleaded before the massive pair of feet before him.

"Sorry, too late." Eric paused. "There is no way to reverse what I put in your coffee. This is your permanent size even if I had changed my mind." He added. "Kiss my sock while you're down there." He smirked.

Ken didn't like his current situation. He felt another large stomp from his friend's giant foot. He approached and kissed his socke foot. He didn't like the prospect of being tiny pet to his friend, but he was powerless before his giant size. He saw and heard Eric laughing above him as he kissed his sock.

Eric lifted up one foot to hover it above his new tiny pet. "You stupid runt!! This is your life now. You are just an insect idiot. Now, kneel down and lick my feet in socks."

Ken saw he really didn't have a choice as he got on his knees before the massive socked foot and began to lick the sock. The taste of the fabric in his mouth was nasty, but he had to obey unless he wanted to be stomped on.

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Kelly could feel some movement in his ball sac. He could feel Alec squirming inside there. It really felt good.

"You shouldn't complain down there. Remember, you said you need a place to stay and I offered you a room for free." Kelly smirked a little. "I just didn't fully say it would be a regular room. Anyway, you're in there now, and there is no getting out anytime soon." He continued on his walk enjoying his permanent roommate squirming in his ball sac.

Alec thought his friend was truly genuine about a room he had for free until he got back on his feet. He didn't expect to be feed to his cock to spend who knows how long in his ball sac. This was not the free room and board he was expecting. He continued to squirm to show his discomfort in the arrangements.

Kelly smiled as he continued to walk. He was definitely loving this arrangement. Having his friend stuck in his new permanent room should increase his sperm count, making life so much more fun for him. As for his friend, he gave him what he asked for, a free room and board.

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Danny boasted at making the final score over his rival on the basketball court. Rick gloated over him so many times on how much he had beaten him that it got annoying. He just wanted to humiliate him so badly. He had made a bet with him that the winner reserved the right to make the loser do whatever he wanted. Rick took the bait feeling confident that he would win. This time he was so wrong about the outcome. Danny smirked proudly before his rival.

"Okay, you finally have beaten me." Rick reluctantly spoke. "What is it that I have to do for you?" He asked, since he did agree to the terms of the victory.

"That is actually the fun part for me." Danny smirked again. "You don't have to do anything but be useful until you are all used up." He added as he opened up his TF Pro Max app. He put in the setting for a stick of deodorant.

"What do you mean by that?" Rick asked him, feeling a little confused at what he meant.

Danny pointed the phone camera at Rick without offering any explanation and hit the flash option. Instantly, Rick was gone. In his place was a blue container holding a stick of deodorant. He picked it up off the court ground and held it proudly. To see his arch rival reduced to something so useful was very satisfying. He walked over to his bag and dropped it in. He couldn't wait till the morning to start using his new stick of deodorant.

Rick was so confused. He couldn't move or speak. He did find that he smelled really good for some reason. Wherever he was, it was dark. He could feel like a hand was picking him up and tossing him somewhere, but not sure where. It felt like an eternity of silence when light finally came. He saw Danny looking down at him. The thing was that he looked giant in size compared to him.

"You are probably confused at the moment. But I turned you into a stick of deodorant for me to use up at my leisure." Danny paused, still with a smirk on his face. "By the way, you smell so good. I know I will smell good as well thanks to you." He laughed.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Rick mentally screamed. He didn't want to be stuck like this. "Change me back, please! I don't want to be used up." He continued to scream, but no words came out. "Please don't do this!

Danny lifted up his arm and started rubbing his new deodorant into his arm pit. It felt so good to rub his arch rival under his arms. He knew that his new stick of deodorant would run out eventually, but that was Rick's problem. He would just go out and buy a new stick of deodorant in its place.

Rick could feel parts of himself being rubbed into Danny's arm pits. Each time he rubbed, more of himself was being absorbed into his arch rival's body to make him smell good. He was powerless to change his fate. It felt degrading and humiliating that he was used to make another man smell good while he gets used up like a common object.

After he was done, Danny recap the small container. There was still a lot of Rick left over to use up. He loved the way Rick had him smelling. "You're one damn good smelling deodorant." He laughed as he continued to get dressed for his day.

TWO WEEKS LATER.......

Danny rubbed the last of his new stick of deodorant into his arm pits. There was nothing left to be used. There was a small bit of sadness. He had gotten a lot of compliments about how good he smelled. "Damn, I really hate to see you all gone. You really had me get a lot of attention on how I smelled, but oh well. You were just deodorant after all." He said as he discarded the empty container into the trash can in his bathroom as though it was a common object. He walked out without a second thought.

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Blake looked at his roommate holding the controller. It was his time for the game. Andy had it for the past few days. "It's my time to play it." He demanded.

"Oh, you know the routine." Andy smirked. "Same routine as the last three days. You have to earn it." He added while looking briefly at his tablet and back towards the tv screen.

"Not again." Blake pleaded.

"If you want to play, you know how to convince me." Andy added, not even looking at Blake. His focus was on the game screen.

Blake got down on knees beside him and began to massage his calves and feet. He had been a foot sub to his roommate the past three days. It was the only way Andy would let him have a turn at the game. He would spend over an hour massaging his feet while he gamed.

"Why don't you do something extra today?" Andy suggested as he looked directly at Blake.

"Like what?" Blake asked, wondering what extra his roommate wanted.

"LIke the full worship this time. Sniff between my toes and my whole foot. Add some kisses on my soles and lick them while you are doing that as well." Andy smirked and refocused on the game. "Well better get to it if you want some time on the game." He laughed a little.

Blake saw the manipulation Andy was playing, but he really wanted to play the game today. He put his nose between his toes and sniffed them, while kissing the soles of his roommate's feet. There was a slightly strong order from them, but not too overwhelming. He soon started to lick the soles of his feet and sucking on his toes. He licked betweeen his toes.

"Good foot boy," Andy paused for a moment. "You will get game time today after a couple of hours worshipping my feet." He added, smirking down at his roommate sucking on is toes. "It feels so good, foot boy." He paused the game and then picked up his tablet. He snapped several pictures of Blake at his feet. "I think I should post those with the caption of a good foot boy worshipping my feet." He said when Blake realized that pictures were being taken.

"Come on, Andy. Please don't do that." Blake pleaded. "It would be embarrassing." He pleaded even more.

"I will agree if you agree to be at my feet every day." Andy ssid. "Deal or no deal?" He then asked, knowing full well what Blake would decide.

Blake didn't want those pictures floating all over the internet. "Deal." He reluctantlly said after ten seconds of silence.

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Requested story by my Bestie

Felix had been enjoying a wonderful time with his friend Tom who he met about six months ago or more. It was great, but soon, Tom had gotten a new job that took up a lot of his free time. He didn't have much time for hanging out as usual. Felix had begun to miss the close friendship. He was happy for his friend, but he missed spending quality time with him. He wanted to find a way to spend time with him a lot more than he currently had.

One day, Felix was over at Tom's house, watching TV with him. He felt it was time for him to propose the idea that probably would sound crazy.

"You know how you have been so busy with your new job recently, that we haven't had as much time for us to hang out like we used to?" Felix asked.

"Oh yeah, I know. I miss hanging out as well." Tom paused. "But my new job is more demanding than my old one. Yet, we still hang out when I have the time though." Tom added as he wiggled his toes.

Felix loved seeing his friend wiggling his toes. It was always tempting. He couldn't look away most of the time. When they hung out at each other's place, Tom would let him massage and worship his feet. He loved having a willing friend that would allow him.

"I see you staring as always." Tom smirked a little. "You know what to do." He added as he saw that Felix didn't need a second invitation. Felix got down on the floor at his feet and started to massage them. He loved having his feet being worshipped by him. It wasn't long before Felix had his nose up in his toes, sniffing them. After a good twenty minutes of licking and sniffing his feet, he saw that Felix had more to say.

"Well, we used to hang out more, but I know your new job is more demanding." Felix paused. "And I am happy for you, but I miss hanging out with you and worshipping your feet so much." He added, while massaging his feet with such passion.

"I know, but right now what can we do about it. It's a really good job, and I love working there." Tom spoke, looking down at his friend who was giving such a good foot massage.

"I think I have an idea on that." Felix started as he stopped massaging. "If I was to be your work socks, then I could spend all day with you, and only you would know." He suggested, waiting on Tom to respond. He was so hoping his friend would totally be on board with the idea.

Tom was slightly shocked at the idea, but he saw that Felix was serious. "Continue massaging my feet and let me ponder on the notion." He finally said after almost two minutes of silence. He saw Felix go back to massaging his feet, awaiting his answer. The idea of literally wearing Felix on his feet sounded crazy, but he could tell he wanted it badly. He even saw him go back to licking his feet as though that might persuade him to agree to it.

"You do know being on my feet might be Intel?" Tom paused. "You would have to absorb my foot sweat, be trapped in my shoes all day, walk on all day and reek of strong foot odor and sweat. All the while I go about my day as normal, not thinking much about my socks." He paused again. "Is that what you really want? To be treated like a pair of common socks while I work?" He asked, wanting to be sure this was Felix's wish.

"Oh, yes, very much so." Felix didn't hesitate on his response. It was the perfect way to spend time with his bestie since he is so busy at work.

Tom thought about it again. He saw there would be no persuading of this course of action. "If that is what you want, I will go with it." He paused, "but I have to warn you. I might not change you back if you are a really comfortable pair of work socks. You would belong to my feet for a very long time. Last chance to back out." He waited for a reply.

"So when are we doing it? The sooner the better." Felix spoke up, determined to be Tom's work socks. He handed Tom his phone showing him the TF Pro Max app. He had the sock setting already applied. "All you have to do is point the camera at me and hit the flash option." He said, all ready for this to happen.

Tom took the phone and pointed the camera at him. He hit the flash option without hesitation. Felix was a pair of brown socks with interesting designs on it on the floor. He lifted them up and found them to be perfect. "Tomorrow morning, you are going to work with me. Like I said earlier, if my feet feel really good, this will be your life for a very long time." He took the sock and put them on his dresser for in the morning. He went back to watch tv.

The next morning, as Tom was finishing getting ready for work, he grabbed his new work socks. He put them on his feet and found them super comfortable. He wiggled his toes in them. Knowing that his socks were Felix, it felt kind of dominating, having him on his feet. A guy was literally wrapped around and trapped on his feet, completely at his mercy.

"Remember, you asked for this. So don't complain for what happens next." Tom said as he grabbed his boots for work.

Felix was in such ecstasy on his friend's feet. It was everything he had ever imagined it would be. "Mmmmm, love being on your feet...mmmm...." He mentally spoke. He felt every part of his feet. He tasted every part of his feet. He could smell every part of his feet. His feet had a fresh smell for now, but he knew they would get sweaty soon. He actually was looking forward to it. He loved worshipping his sweaty feet and odor. It was exciting to him to go to work with Tom like this. The best part was that no one at Tom's office would not even know about his existence on his feet. He would be completely at Tom's mercy all day long. He started to think if his friend might enjoy this experience as much as he was.

Tom smelled his boots briefly before putting them on his feet. He had this pair of boots for the past six months. They smelled of his ownership of them. After securing his boots on his feet, he wiggled his toes in his new socks. He wondered if Felix was enjoying his new existence on his feet. One fact was that Felix did make an excellent pair of socks. His feet felt good wearing them. His new socks made his boots even more comfortable than before. He then realized he needed to focus since he was getting ready for work. He didn't have time to think about how his socks felt while being at work.

Felix enjoyed his new form even more than before. He had often fantasized about sniffing his friend's shoes. He was now inside them, and it was greater than he ever imagined. The smell was so intoxicating that he didn't want to leave it. The fact that he was wrapped around the feet he had often worshipped made it even better.

For the next eight hours or so, Felix found himself supporting every step Tom took. He was completely ignored while his friend worked in the office. There was some toe wiggling throughout the day, but even that was a wonderful experience. It showed how much he was at the mercy of his friend's feet. Even as Tom's feet got a little sweaty in his boots, he absorbed and loved the taste of his foot sweat. He found his sock body beginning to smell like his owner's feet. Even though he was being ignored like a common pair of socks, he was still getting to hangout with his friend regardless. That was really the point of this whole thing, honestly.

Tom got home at the end of his day. His feet hadn't felt this good in a long while. His new socks really did the trick. He took off his boots and sat in his favorite chair to watch the evening news. He rested his socked feet on the footrest in front of him. The thought of changing Felix back to normal was slowly escaping his mind. 'Who gets rid of a great pair of socks,' he questioned himself mentally.

"I hope you don't mind, but I want to keep you like this a little longer." Tom paused with a smirk on his face. "Don't know how long just yet. But remember, you volunteered for this." He added as he continued to watch TV, not thinking much about his socks.

Erick walked in to see several of his Star Trek figurines missing from his display. His roommate, Jay, was notorious for messing with his stuff and never putting them back. He walked into his roommate's room to find his missing figurine mutilated and missing a leg and an arm. He was furious. It had taken a long time to put his collection together, only to see one piece completely ruined. He saw Jay coming back to his room. He quickly grabbed the broken figurine to show him.

"Really, did you have to do this?!" The expression on his face showed Jay how much he was upset over it.

"Sorry, I needed a figurine to add to my battlefield display. I thought one of yours would be perfect." Jasy said, with an almost innocent smile on his face. "Besides, you have so many anyway." He added.

"So, that's not the point." Erick paused. "You know how long it took me to complete my collection, and you just ruined one of them!" He exclaimed, not pleased with the answer he was getting from his roommate.

"Just buy another one to replace it." Jay said as he walked past him. "Simple answer." He closed his room door without thinking much more about it.

Erick was still furious. He wanted to teach Jay a lesson. He knew just how to make him see the consequences of his actions. He went back to his room and grabbed his phone He opened the TF Pro Max app and put in the settings. He came back and knocked on Jay's room door.

Jay got up and opened his bedroom door. He saw Erick holding his phone camera at him. There was a flash. In that instant everything changed. He found himself unable to move or speak. He could hear Erick laughing above him. He then saw a massive sock foot begin to lower on top of him. He tried to move to get away, but couldn't. He tried to plead for mercy, but no words could be vocalized. The massive socked foot covered him totally. He could smell a slight odor coming from the socked foot. It felt like it was forever as the socked foot rubbed over him without mercy.

Erick had some slight satisfaction as the now toy roommate was under his socked foot. He stood there for a good five minutes playing with toy Jay for fun. He rubbed his foot over him and dragged him under his foot for good measure. He then removed his foot and grabbed him from the floor.

"You thought it was funny to ruin my collection, well, how funny is it now?" Erick laughed as he went back to his bedroom. "I think I am going to have a lot of fun with you, in fact." He said as he grabbed some tape. He placed Jay under his socked foot and taped him to his sock. "You like playing with my figurines. Now, it's time I play with you, buddy." He added as he made sure the tape was secured on his foot. He didn't want his toy falling off by chance. He got on his bed and turned on the tv. He would go out later on wearing his new toy on the bottom of his foot. Until then, he was going to enjoy every moment of seeing Jay stuck to his foot for as long as he wanted.

Jay mentally begged for Erick to reconsider, but no words came out. He couldn't get free. He was just a toy now under his roommate's foot. He only hoped that Erick would eventually change him back before putting his shoes on. His roommate had the worst smelling shoes ever. To be trapped in there under his foot would be a nightmare. One he didn't want to experience, or hope he didn't have to experience.

Picture source: @black-socks-49

Story requested by follower J

Tony knocked on the leasing office door. He had a portion of the rent owed, but was still quite short. He was trying to keep from being three months late. The current payment would reduce it to only two months behind. He kept telling the landlord that he would bring it up to current each month, but that has been his common phrase for the past four months. He hoped he would accept the payment like he always does.

"Come in, Tony." Nathan opened the door. "At least I can say you get here by the 1st of the month, but now about your rent payment." He paused as he remembered the tenant promised to pay up to the current this month. That was a promise he had been hearing for four months now.

"Yes, about that. I only have one month's worth this time." Tony paused as he presented the cashiers check to him. "I promise next month I should have three months worth to give you." He added, knowing full well that he might not keep that promise either.

Nathan took the check. "It's been four months now of the same promise. What is the issue here?" He asked, wanting to know why he couldn't catch up the rent.

"It's the job thing. I got laid off and had to take a less paying job." Tony admitted. "But I promise as soon as I get a better job, I can catch things up." He said, not sure when that better job part will happen.

Nathan scratched his head. He was tired of the late rent payment and not getting all his money. Yet, he felt a little sorry for his tenant. He really needed a better job or a place he could stay for free. An idea popped into his mind just at that moment. He could solve both his and Tony's problems at the same time.

"I think I have a solution that could help both of us." Nathan spoke as he grabbed a glass and filled it with a drink He then handed it to Tony. "One where you get a better job and have a place to stay for free." He added as he watched Tony guzzle down the glass.

"That was good, thank you." Tony handed the glass back to Nathan. "What is your solution?" He asked him, curious if he was getting to stay in his apartment for free.

Nathan took out his phone and hit the flash option after putting in the setting on his special app. He had used it before when someone tried to break into one of his apartments. Instantly, Tony was replaced with a pair of black socks on the floor. He picked them up and examined both socks.

Tony instantly found himself completely immobilized and unable to speak. It was quite disconcerting. He was powerless to do anything. He soon felt a massive hand pick him up with ease as though he barely weighed anything. He didn't know what completely happened to him, but he didn't like it one bit.

"Looks like you make a great pair of socks, Tony." Nathan paused. "You have a new job of serving my feet and get to live on my feet for free. As for me, I have an apartment freed up to rent to a better tenant." He paused again with a smirk on his face. "Solve both of our problems." He laughed as he went and sat down. He took off his shoes and other socks. He then tried on his new socks. They felt so good on his feet. The durability formula that he gave Tony should have him last a very long time on his feet. He propped up his feet on the coffee table.

"I think this is the best arrangement. You don't have to pay rent anymore, but live on my feet for free. And I get to have that apartment freed up." Nathan paused, talking to his pair of socks. "Don't you think so, socks" He laughed while wiggling his toes in his new pair of durable black socks. "Hope you like feet." He added.

Tony didn't find any of this funny one bit. He was a human being, not some kind of footwear to be worn on a guy's feet. He could taste both feet of the landlord as though they were in his mouth. The smell of his owner's feet was intense. There was no escape from the taste or smell. The wiggling of his toes further proved how degraded he was. He was at the mercy of his former landlord's feet, and there was nothing he could do about it. The worst part was that he found feet disgusting. He tolerated his own feet because it was his own feet. Here he was now nothing but a pair of socks on another guy's feet.

"I promise I will catch up the rent! Please change me back! I don't want to be like this forever! Someone help me!" Tony mentally screamed as Nathan proceeded to put his shoes back on. The odor from his owner's shoes was so horrible. He could tell that he had worn them for a very long time. As he was shoved inside them with his owner's feet, he saw his horrific fate would only get worse. He was forced to taste and smell feet and be trapped in stinky shoes at the same time. With no means to call for help, he was at Nathan's mercy with no end in sight.