Inanimate TF

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Jay kept noticed his roommate Tom starring at his feet at times when both of them were in the living room. He would try to ignore the stare, mainly. This went on for about a month, until he had to know why.

"Is something wrong with my feet?" He finally asked Tom, wondering what his reply would be.

Tom gave Jay a nervous look at first. He had hoped partly that his roommate had not noticed he would look at his feet so often, and yet he hoped he did.

"No, your feet are perfect in fact." Tom broke the silence after a few seconds. "I am sorry if it bothered you that I looked." He added, turning away from his roommate.

"Thanks, I guess." Jay paused. He was now curious. "You like feet?" He wiggled his toes to see Tom's reaction. He saw his roommate's face light up with excitement at seeing his toes wiggling. "I take your silence as a yes." He added with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry again it it's a little weird." Tom looked at Jay's feet and turned away again. He didn't want to fully admit it, but he was obsessed with his roommate's feet.

"Tell me what you are thinking now?" Jay paused, still wiggling his toes at Tom. "Don't worry, I won't judge you." He added.

Tom was feeling reluctant to say, but he decided he would be brave. "You promise you won't judge?" He saw Jay nod yes to his question. He decided to tell him. "I have been obssessed with your feet for a while." He paused, almost feeling shame for what he would say next. "I wanted to be a foot slave at your feet for a while. I was just so scared to tell you." He felt a little relieved to finally reveal his fantasy.

Jay laughed a little at what he just heard. He almost couldn't believe it. "Honestly," he asked, wanting to be sure he heard right. He saw Tom nod back. "Well, I am not that surprised, especially how you starred at my feet so much." He paused, as he thought about it. "I will let you be y foot slave on one condition." He spoke up.

"Name it, anything." Tom's face lit up with excitement.

"You have to do anything I say and be completely loyal to me say your foot master." Jay paused with a smirk on his face. "Deal?" He extended the offer.

"Deal." Tom didn't wait to think about his decision. He had been wanting this for a long time.

"Well, you know what to do. Get down to my feet and start worshipping them like a good foot boy." Jay smirked as he saw Tom didn't need a second invitation to be at his feet. His roommate immediately got on the floor at his feet without a second thought.

Tom got down at Jay's feet. He immediately put his nose between his toes, sniffing them. He loved the distinct odor coming from his feet. He would often sneak a sniff of his rank socks and sneakers when his roommate wasn't noticing or wasn't in the room. He continued to sniff, before starting to lick between each toe with his tongue. He soon licked the entire sole of both feet.

Jay was loving the foot worship. It felt good feeling his roommate's tongue going up and down the soles of his feet. The tongue between each toe was even more enjoyable. After all the foot licking, he saw Tom massaging his feet with the right amount of pressure. He was in heaven. "I should have had you as my foot boy a lot sooner if I knew this." He smirked as he laid further back on the couch. He enjoyed seeing his now foot boy down at his feet serving him. He wanted this kind of service every day now. "I hope you know what you started, because you aren't getting out of it until I say so, foot boy. You are foot boy now and no longer my roommate." He added, still with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Master Jay." Tom replied without even thinking. He was too much enjoying being controlled by his former roommate who is now his foot master.

For the next several months, Jay had his foot boy be home everytime he was home, worshipping and massaging his feet. He really enjoy game time. He would play on the system while his foot boy was down at his feet serving him. Sometimes, he used him like a footstool while he gamed and watch TV. He saw Tom never complained about being a loyal and obedient foot boy under his control. They both were enjoying the dynamic of each other's role in the apartment. He had his foot boy to do whatever he told him, and Tom had to foot master to control him every day like he fantasized about.

One day, Jay discovered the TF Pro Max App on the dark web. He downloaded it to his phone. The idea of changing a person into an object intrigued him. He wanted to try it out.

"Hey foot boy, I want to change you into a sock and see how it feels on my feet." Jay smirked down at this loyal boy being used as his personal footstool while he was relaxing.

"As you wish, Master Jay." Tom wasn't resistant to anything his master wanted. Nearly every day, he was being a footstool and sometimes a footrest under his master's desk at home. He especially love that part. Having his master's feet resting on his face while he worked on his computer was enjoyable. The entire time, he would be ignored like a footrest while Master Jay was above on his computer.

"Such a good foot boy." Jay removed his legs and feet and pointed his phone camera at Tom. He hit the flash option. Instantly, Tom was a white sock on the floor. He picked him up and put him on his foot. He wiggled his toes in his new sock. "Wow, you make a great sock too." He smiled down at his sock. He then realized he needed another sock. He couldn't just walk around on just one sock. He heard a knock on the apartment door. He went to see who it was.

Tom was in foot heaven. He was completely wrapped around his master's foot. He was so loving every second of it. He thought worshipping his foot was great, but being a sock on his owner's foot was even better. Being walked on was a little painful, but he didn't mind it as long as his master's foot was comfortable. All he wanted to do was serve his Master Jay.

Jay opened the door to see Oscar standing there. Oscar was one of Tom's friends he used to hang out with prior to becoming his foot boy.

"Is Tom here? I haven't seen him in ages. He doesn't even answer my text anymore." Oscar asked. He missed his closest friend. He had to come check on him.

Jay then had the perfect idea. He did need another sock to make it a complete pair. "He is in here. Come on in." He invited him and close the door back. He locked it and lead him to the living room. "Have a seat. I will tell him you are here." He waited for Oscar to sit down and look away from him. At the right time, he pointed the phone camera at Oscar and hit the flash option.

Oscar immediately felt strange. He couldn't move or speak. It was very disconcerting. Even his body didn't feel like it always does. He felt singular with no limbs or even a head. He felt soft and extremely flexible. He felt a hand picking him up. The next thing he felt, he thought he was dreaming. It felt like a foot was entering him. He could taste and smell of a strong odor. He wasn't fond of feet much. He tried to get away, but was powerless as he pulled up on a foot.

Jay wiggled his toes in his other sock. "Wow, human transformed socks feel great. I think I will keep you both like this for a very long time." He laughed, looking down at his new pair of socks. "At least, Tom, you won't be alone on my feet. I might even make you friend my foot boy as well." He sat down to watch TV while enjoying his new socks.

Tom was so ecstatic of the idea of serving his master's feet for a long time as a sock. It was everything he had ever imagined. Whether as a foot boy or as a sock, he didn't care. He just wanted to be close to his master's foot no matter what. He hoped that Oscar was enjoying this as much as he was. "Mmmmmm.....Master Jay's foot....... Worship......"

Oscar wanted to squirm, but he couldn't even do that. He was literally wrapped around another guy's foot without his consent. Even to hear that his best friend was also a sock made it worse. Yet, to hear that Tom was his roommate's foot boy, he was shocked. That was the reason why he had not seen him in ages. He was too busy being controlled by his roommate. The fact that Tom's roommate wanted to make him his foot boy as well, scared him. He was powerless as a sock to stop him. Not being fond of feet made this whole situation a nightmare. All he could taste was a foot. All he could smell was a foot. Being walked on was so painful that he cried with each step. He just wanted it all to end.

"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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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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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........

"FUCKING TWAT! You really thought I wanted to be your fella?"

Lance laughed looking at his newly acquired VANS.

"How's that face feel? Made sure the insoles are your face, so my sweaty damp feet an socks mold round your face constantly! Get used to this, the change was permanent, you tosspot!"

Lance heads off for a casual 15 mile run in his VANS. He already forgot the name of the guy he changed.

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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.