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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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Drake saw that one customer at his bar. The guy had been coming just about every night with several of his friends. He was glad when his friends came, because they would pick up his drinks. Yet, when he came alone, it was a hassle. The guy would pay sometimes, but other times he wanted it on his tab with a promise to pay next time. This was getting old especially when all others would pay for their drinks up front.

Nate came to the bar like he normally does. He checked his wallet and saw his cash as a little short. The bartender would put it on my tab, he thought to himself. "Three shots of rum, please." He placed his order.

Drake looked at Nate, "are you paying this time or by tab." He asked him before pouring the drinks.

"Cash is a little short tonight. Put it on my tab. I will pay tomorrow when I come back." Nate said, waiting on his shots.

Drake poured the shots and slid them over to Nate. This was the last time for doing any tab for him. He poured another drink, but added something a little extra to it without Nate noticing. He waited for Nate to finish the three shots. "On the house for this one." He smiled as he slid the shot glass over to him.

"Thanks," Nate took the final shot down. A few minutes later he started to feel strange. "I need to go to the restroom." He said as he got up. He could tell something wasn't right. When he finally made it, things got even worse. The bathroom was empty, but it was getting larger by the second. He was confused, until reality set in. He was in fact shrinking in size. He hoped no one would come in until he figured why he was shrinking.

Drake walked in a restroom five minutes later. It was empty. He looked around and finally saw what he was looking for. A 3" tall Nate was cowering in a corner of the restroom. He laughed at first and then smiled.

Nate had barely avoided being stepped on by the last guy who came into the restroom. The guy didn't even see him down by his shoes. He didn't know how he was going to survive this new experience. When he heard giant foot steps again, he got scared. He looked up to see it was the kind bartender. "Nate, you got to help me. I was shrunken somehow." He screamed, hoping to get his attention. Yet, what he got he wasn't expecting. The bartender laughed at first and then smiled. It was like he was looking for him. "Please help me!" He pleaded.

Drake reached down and held Nate between his fingers before placing him in the palm of his hand. "Oh, I will help you. I will put you in a safe place for sure." He smiled at the tiny guy trembling with fear.

"Thank you, I really appreciate this. I don't know how I was shrunken, but I appreciate the help." Nate said, feeling a little relieved. Being in the giant's hand still was a little scary. But the bartender was always nice to him. There was a little trust there.

Drake picked up Nate with his fingers. He licked his lips and rubbed his belly. "I wonder how you will taste as I suck on you and swallow you." He had a smirk on his face.

"Wait, suck on me and swallow me?" Nate paused as a new fear set in. One that was worse than being crushed unknowingly under a stranger's shoe. "But you said you were going to put me in a safe place." He pleaded for an explanation. He didn't want to be eaten one bit.

"Yeah, my stomach. Time to go in, little guy." Drake lowered Nate into his mouth as the tiny was squirming in his grip. He dropped him in and sucked on him for a good thirty seconds before swallowing him whole. "You were tasty," he laughed as he walked out to the restroom to return to the bar. He could feel Nate struggling and squirming as he made his way down to his stomach. He returned to the bar as though nothing had happened, like it was a normal night at the bar.

Nate found that the more he struggled, the worse it got. He soon landed in Drake's stomach. He was so shocked the nice bartender would cruelly eat him. He continued to squirm in all that stomach acid that was starting to burn his skin. "Let me out, please!" He screamed, but all he could hear was the muffled sounds of the music outside the body he was trapped in.

Drake enjoyed the squirming, but knew soon it would be over. His tiny snack would be digested before the night was over.

The acid was starting to burn his skin even more. "Someone help me! I don't want to be digested! I will pay for my bar tab for sure!" Nate continued to scream and squirm in Drake's stomach that was tightening on and around him as the acid burned his skin.

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Bryan had heard about an auction raising money for a good cause. He waned to help with raising the funds and agreed to have himself on the auction. He thought he was being auctioned off for a one night date night.

At the auction, he saw several others being bid on. He saw how the participants were offering up large sums of money on the bids. He figured these rich bastards were paying a lot just for one date. When it came to his time, the bidding was no diffrent. The winning bid end up being $750k. He wondered why would anyone pay so much for just one date. He soon found out why they were paying so much on the auction.

Bryan saw himself being escorted to a room where personnel injected him with something and pointed a strange ray device at him. A strange beam of light shined on him, and he lost all consciousness.

He woke up sometime later feeling weird. His body didn't feel like it was before. He felt flat and hollow on the inside. He couldn't move or speak. No matter how he tried, there was literally nothing he could do. When his vision became clear he saw the crotch area of some guy's underwear in his face. He couldn't move to get it out of his view. He could hear a guy talking above him about how he paid a lot of money for indestructible clothing. Bryan then realized that the guy on was on the phone with someone talking about him. He was stuck as a pair of shorts on a stranger's body. He now wished he had not volunteered for that auction. He heard the guy get of the phone.

"I can't believe that guy auctioned himself off to be a permanent object to be owned. Oh well, I paid good money for him. So, he is mine now." Barry said as he relaxed on is couch, watching tv.

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"Does the app really work?" Allen asked Damian after he mentioned downloading the app about two weeks ago. An app that can change people and things into other objects intrigued him. He wanted to know what it felt like to be turned into an object.

"Oh, it does. I have only done inanimate things so far with it." Damian said, as he scroll through the options in the app.

"Have you used it on a person yet," Harry asked his friend, also curious about the app.

"Not yet, just changing other inanimate objects into something diffrent." Damian said.

"Might suck for whoever you change into an object when you do decide to do it." Rick added, not wanting to be a test subject for sure.

Allen's curiosity was getting very interested in what it would be like to be an object. "Can you try the app on me?" He asked, hoping his friend would say yes. All three looked at him with strange looks, including Damian.

"Are you serious?' Harry asked his friend. The idea of wanting to be an object seemed preposterous. No one in their right mind would want such a thing, he thought to himself.

"Really, why would you even want that?" Rick also asked. The idea didn't make any sense.

"I just want to know what if feels like." He paused as he looked at Damian. "So will you test it on me?" He asked with pleading eyes.

"You're sure this is something you really want?" Damian asked. He had been wanting to test it on a living subject, but he didn't expect one willing to be changed into an object, let alone one of his closes friends

"Yes, very much so." Allen said enthuastically. "Please, I wish to be an object." He added, waiting on Damian to grant his request.

Damian saw that Allen wasn't going to change his mind. He put in the description of an object he had been wanting for some time. Allen's request was an easy one. "I decide what you become though." He said. Allen nodded in agreement. He pointed the phone camera at him and hit the flash option. He watched as his friend was now a pair of Nike shorts on the chair. He picked them up to examine the material. They looked and felt like normal clothing.

"Wow, that app really works." Harry said, amazed at how Allen was now a pair of Nike shorts.

"Don't tell me, you really are going to wear him," Rick asked, just wondering.

"Well, he his currently a pair of short. I can reverse it if I want to." Damian paused. "Yet, I am curious as to how comfortable he will be." He smirked as he went to his bedroom to change.

Allen was loving every moment being in his friend's hand. Being talked about as an object was strange, but he was loving the experience. His experience got even more intense when he felt Damian slide him on. His view changed to that of his friend's crotch area. He was a perfect fit on his hot body. He was loving being an article of clothing. He hugged onto his friends body with delight and joy.

Damian love how his shorts felt on him. They were super comfortable. He never imagined that a living person could feel so good on his body as an article of clothing. He came out to show the ohers.

Harry and Rick laughed when they saw Allen as pair of shorts around Damian's waist.

"Wow, how does he feel?" Harry asked, wanting to know.

"He feels great, better than any shorts I have ever worn before." He paused for a moment. He had the shorts, but he needed a shirt to complete his look. "I hope you don't mind, Harry." He said as he quickly picked his selection in the app and hit the flash option. Harry was now a Nike shirt, matching the same color as his shorts. He grabbed the shirt and put it on his body. "Wow, my shirt feels great too." He said.

"Dude, why did you do that?!" Rick asked, upset at seeing Harry as ahirt now. "He didnt ask for that, Allen did." He expressded his feeling towards seeing one of his friends being unwillingly turned into an object.

"I needed to complete my look." Damian said as he looked down at his feet. "I think I know what I need next." He put in the next object in the app. He pointed the camera at Rick and hit the flash option. Rick had no chance of getting way before becoming a pair of black flip flops.

Harry was complaining so much about being a shirt. He didn't want to be an object one bit. He couldn't move or speak. He wasn't gay either, so being wrapped around Damian's manly chest wasn't pleasant for him at all. He was powerless as a shirt.

Rick felt to large feet enter and step on him. Seeing those massive feet crush his insole face wasn't enjoyable one bit. He didn't even like his own feet, let alone another guy's feet. It was horrible as Damian started walking on him. The pain was immense and horrible. He wanted to be human again, now.

Damian loved the way his new flip flops felt under his feet. They were so comfortable. He went and grabbed his camera to take a picture of how he looked in his new gear. The shirt, shorts and flip flops look normal, but felt way more comfortable than normal objects. He stood in front of the mirror taking several pictures of himself.

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Frank had two employees that were his absolut worse. One was late to work a lot of times and the other just was slack in his work. He saw potential in both but needed to motivate them to do better. Lucky for him he had to perfect solution, his son. His son, Dominic, had helped before with some employees who weren't living up to their potential. One month with his son had completely changed them. They were stellar employees on his staff and willing to do whatever he asked of them, all thanks to Dominic. He didn't know how he did, but it always worked.

He called his son on the phone to see if he had recieved the two employees who were supposed to see him. "Have they arrived as I told them?" He asked his son Dominic.

"Oh yes, dad. Just give me one month with them and you will have the same results as before." Dominic said on the phone with his dad as he looked down at the recently transformed socks on his feet. They felt so good. It was ashame he could only keep them for a month. Yet, he so enjoyed helping his dad make his employees better and more submissive.

"I just wonder how you do your magic on them, though." Frank said, being a little curious as to his son's methods, even though they work every time.

"Don't worry, Dad, by the end of the month, these slacker for employees will be the best employees you ever had. My feet will make sure they will be the most obedient and submissive employees you ever had." Dominic laughed, wiggling his toes in his new black socks.

"Do I even want to know what you mean by your feet?" Frank asked, in a way not wanting to know his method.

"It's best to leave the method up to me and not worry about it. Just know you will have the results you want." Dominic said to his dad.

"Okay, son, have those two return to me at the end of the month." Frank said and hung up the phone feeling satisfied that those two were in capable hands of molding them into good employees for him.

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Bill had enjoyed his job the last few years, especially after getting the promotions. He had looked forward to future promotions in the company, but plans had changed. The company was merging with another one. There was word going around that nothing was going to change despite the merger, but he soon found that was completely the opposite. Shortly after the merger happened, his position was cut, leaving him without a job. He wasn't the only one since they were cutting other employees as well. To make things worse, they weren't hiring new employees just yet.

Larry saw the depressed look on his roommate's face. "What happened?" He asked.

"This new merger is crap. That's what happened. They let a lot of us go and got rid of my position. They wouldn't even find a position for me after being there so long." Bill said as he opened up a beer. "This really sucks." He added.

"I am sure you will find a new job soon though." Larry encouraged him.

Bill put in applications at many places including his roommate's job, but no one was replying. Soon, six months had gone by with no luck. His roommate was in a great position that he could work from home instead of going in. He saw that Larry loved working from home.

One day, Larry was at his computer online. He loved working from home, but wanted to be more comfortable. He had a comfortable chair, but nothing to rest his feet on. He would see Bill laze around the house a lot while he worked. An idea then sparked in his mind. It would be a way to give Bill something to do and make working online more comfortable.

Bill heard Larry call for him. "You needed something?" He asked, looking at him about to get online for work.

"Yeah, I want you to lie under my desk for a little bit," Larry suggested.

Bill looked and saw a pillow under Larry's desk. "Why do you want me to do that?" He was confused.

"Just do it, and I will show you why. It's not like you're busy at the moment anyway." Larry added.

Wondering why he wanted this, Bill got on his back and slid under his desk. He placed the back of his head on the pillow. He saw Larry slide his chair up further. Soon his vision was blotted out by his roommate's socked feet.

"Yeah, now that is much better. Comfy chair and comfy footrest. I think I can work much better this way." Larry said to himself as though Bill wasn't there.

"What are you doing?" Bill muffled under Larry's feet. He tried moving his face around, but Larry would just keep moving his face back into position.

"It should be obvious. You are my footrest while I work. I give you something to do, and I have a comfy footrest while I work." Larry explained, wiggling his socked toes. "And stop moving, a footrest is supposed to stay still." He added with a smirk on his face.

"But your feet stink," Bill complained through Larry's feet. The smell of the socks was strong. It was a cross between muck and stale cheese odor. He heard his roommate tell him again to stop moving his face. "But your feet really reek." He complained even more.

"Oh well, get used to it. Until you get hired for a new job, you will be doing this for me when I work online." Larry rubbed his socked feet on Bill's face.

"Ugh, do you wash your socks?" Bill asked as he finally relented and stopped moving his face. The odor was rather gross to smell. He opened his mouth one time, and the taste was so nasty. He heard Larry laughing above him.

"Some socks I wear more than once or for several days, then I wash them." Larry laughed. He briefly felt Bill's tongue on the sole of his sock. He laughed again. "How did it taste?"

"Nasty," Bill responded, as Larry placed both feet across his face. He couldn't move as all he saw was the dirty soles of his roommate's socked feet. He heard Larry laugh at his response.

"Anyway, I will be online for work for a while. May as well get comfortable, my footrest. It's going to be a long time. And try to be a quiet footrest." Larry added as he placed the headset over his head and communicated with other coworkers online.

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Harvey noticed his two friends hadn't responded to his texts or calls over the last four days. It was unusual for them not to respond at least by the next day. He asked around to see if anyone knew where they could be. After asking so many people, he finally was told that they had been in a wrestling tournament four days ago. They had lost to this one guy and had gone missing since then.

Harvey tracked down the guy who had bested his two friends. His name was Finn. He happened to be the champion in the wrestling tournament. He went to his house to ask where his friends were.

Finn heard a knock on his front door. He opened it to see a guy standing there. "Yes, can I help you?" He asked since he had never seen him before.

"Yes, my name is Harvey. And I was wondering if you could tell me where my two friends Jake and Tom went. I heard you beat them in a tournament four days ago. They have been missing since." Harvey explained, hoping this time he finally knows about the whereabouts of his two best friends.

"Oh, those two fags. They were easy to beat." Finn paused. "As to their location, let's just say they are in a safe location." He added.

"Where are they?" Harvey asked again. He didn't like his previous answer one bit.

"You see, I am a TF Pred and I like taking special trophies from competitions that I win." Finn paused. "You two friends are my trophies. Come in and I will show you." He invited him in.

Harvey followed the guy to his room. Finn placed a pair of blue wrestlting spandex and wrestling shoes on his bed. "I don't know which one is Tom and which is Jake, but here they are." Finn told him.

Harvey didn't know if all he was told was true. He examined both items. He then felt a small twitch coming from both the shoes and spandex, almost like they were alive. "Change them back now." He demanded.

"Sorry, I keep my trophies. I don't have a habit of changing them back." Finn smiled deviously.

"Please, change them back." Harvey pleaded. He hated seeing his friends like that.

Finn decided to show some sort of mercy. "Here's the deal. Wrestle me for their humanity. If you manage to make me tap or submit, I will change them back to normal. But if I make you submit, you join their fate. I turn you into a trophy as well." He gave the offer to Harvey. "Your choice." He added.

Harvey saw the risk if he lost, but he wanted to save his friends from a permanent fate as such. "Okay, I agree to it."

Finn gave Harvey a pair of red wrestling spandex and told him to follow him to his garage. There was a green mat laid out.

Harvey managed to get out of every single hold that Finn tried on him until he got him in the scissors headlock. He held him tightly between his legs and tilted upwards in a position that would not allow him to escape.

"That's right. Just give in and pass out or tap out. It doesn't matter either way. You are mine. I think a nice pair of socks will do nicely for me." Finn remarked as he continued to apply pressure on the hold.

Harvey wasn't going to tap. He tried to break free as oxygen was leaving his body. The hold on his neck was too tight to escape. He soon lost consciousness and passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Harvey woke up sometime later from his nap feeling strange. He couldn't speak. He could manage some form of movement, but it was more like twitching. He smelled a strong odor and tasted something foul. He felt like he was wrapped around what he was tasting. The wiggling motion instantly let him know what he was. He was a pair of socks. The feet must have been Finn's He twitched in protest to being a pair of socks.

Finn felt twitching coming from his pair of socks. "Oh, you are finally awake. Sorry to tell you, but you lost our little bet." He paused with a smile on his face. "Which means you are mine just like your two friends. But don't worry, I will take good care of you just like I have done them." He laughed as he continued to watch this tv show.