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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.
"Dude, change me back....I don't like feet this way......I am a person, not a sock.....Someone help me!!!!" Oscar mentally pleaded, slightly knowing no rescue will come. He was now another's guy's sock whether he liked it or not.
