My Fetish World

And bonus - a little driving action.

"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.

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.