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attack #…i’ve lost count

"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.

Behold, the mighty Lucifer!✨🪽

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Kam rummaged through his cousins draws looking for it. He knew his cousin Darren had took his lucky baseball card and hide it somewhere in his bedroom. "Have you seen it, yet?" He asked his friend Larry who came to help him look.

"Not yet. Are you sure he has it?" Larry asked, while looking in Darren's closet.

"Of course, he does. I heard him brag about it one day. I want it back." Kam said, still searching for it.

"Then ask him to give it back." Larry turned around to add that suggestion to his friend.

"I already tried that option." Kam paused and looked at Larry. "He said he couldn't confirm or deny he has it when I questioined him. He then left it at that."

Suddenly both of them heard a car pulling up and parking.

"Damn, it's Darren. He is back sooner than I expected." Kam said in a panic.

"What do we do? He is going to ask why we are in his place, let alone his bedroom." Larry asked.

"He can't know it was us here." Kam said, not wanting to get caught. He knew there was one option they had left not to be noticed, but it was a risky one.

"How is he not going to know we were here? He is already in the house. There is no way to leave without him noticing." Larry started to panic as well.

Kam pulled out two small blue gummies from a wrapped paper he had in his pocket. He handed one over to Larry. "I brought these with me in caas he came back early."

"How will these help?' Larry asked Kam, confused.

"it will help hide us. Darren won't even know we are here." Kam dropped his in his mouth and started chewing. He swallowed. He saw Larry do the same. The effect happened immediately. His body began to shrink rapidly. His skin changed color and into something else. His body began to fold in on itself. By the time the change was complete, he heard Darren entering his bedroom. They forgot to put things back before he arrived. He would for sure know someone had been in his bedroom.

Darren came into his bedroom after a good long time at the gym. He saw some of his things thrown all over the place. He realized someone had been in his house and bedroom. He went to look under his bed and pulled out a shoe box. He lifted one shoe up to see the baseball card was still there.

Darren looked around the house, but couldn't find his cousin anywhere. He knew it had to be his cousin wss snooping around his place since he had the spare key to his house. He called his number, but it went straight to voicemail. He came back to his room to find a pair of new sneakers on the floor.

"I don't remember buying these." He said as he picked them up. He sniffed one and found it had a fresh new scent. "I must have bought them and haven't worn them yet." He ressoned. He tried them on his sweaty bare feet. "They feel so good. I wonder where I bought these from. I need to get another pair just as comfortable." He walked around in them for a little bit. He then stuffed the sweaty socks he wore to the gym inside the new sneakers. "Time to mark these with my scent." He laughed ss he went to go shower.

Larry was disgusted at what he was. He was a literal sneaker. Seeing Kam's cousin's foot pressing down on his face and walking on him was both painful and degrading at the same time. He step felt like he was being crusheed by a mountain, but without death. The foot sweat didn't help either. He couldn't move on his own or speak. He was powerless at the mercy of the size 13 foot just wearing him like a common shoe. the stinky sock at the end was the absolute worse. It really was no escape from the strong foot odor. It began to saturate all his insides with the strong and sweaty scent.

Kam realized too late the error of turning into a sneaker. He remembered how Darren would many times where his shoes sockless. That sweaty bare foot was evident of his fate if they didn't change back to normal. Being walked on by his cousin wasn't pleasent one bit. It was almost unbearable. He thougt they could change back while he showered, but a stinky and sweaty sock changed that plan. With it stuck in them, they would be unable to change back just yet.

Two Weeks Later............

Darren looked down at the pair of sneakers. They were his most comfortable pair he owned. He literally worn them every day since he discoverd them. He loved to wear them sockless since they look good that way on his feet. They also felt good sockless as well. He picked up one and sniffed it. The aroma was delightful. His foot scent had marked his sneakers well. He put them on his feet and went to go hang out with his friends.

"I don't think it was smart to change into shoes to hide from your cousin. Ugh, it's been two weeks already, and he hasn't stopped wearing us. I smell so horrible, stinky bare foot." Larry thought to himself. He still waan't used to being sneaker even after two weeks. He held on to his humanity, but he didn't know for how much longer. Each day each step was withering away his old life. Soon, he will be nothing but a dumb sneaker under it's owner's foot. A fate he wasn't looking forward to.

"Hey, bud, you remember when I helped you out and you said you owed me big time?" Nick said, looking at his close friend Henry.

Henry remembered it well. "Yeah, it was a big help. And I did promise to return to the favor one day when you ask." He wondered why he brought that subject up. He didn't mention that he had any problems he needed help with.

"Good, well I need a favor then. Since you owe me, I thought to ask you first." Nick said before thinking how to explain what the favor is. "And you did said that you would repay the favor anytime I asked for it." He quickly reminded him to make sure he would not back out of the deal he made.

"Yeah, I know. So what's the favor already?" Henry asked, hoping it would not be too much.

"Well, I have invented this device, and I need to test it on someone. So I want to test it on you." NIck explained. "You remember the deal you made." He again reminded his friend.

"Okay, okay, no need to keep repeating it. Test it on me then." He said, but then thought about it. "Wait, what will this device do to me? Will it kill me?" He asked. He didn't want to die because of a freak experiment.

"I promise it won't kill you. I couldn't do that to you. But I do want to see if it really works though." Nick said as he went to his bedroom and came back with a strange looking ray gun in his hands.

Henry became nervous. "You sure that thing won't kill me?" He asked less certain of his mortality looking at it.

Nick didn't want his test subject backing out. "100% positive that you won't be dead." He fired before Henry could ask any more questions reguarding what the device is supposed to do.

Henry saw the device fire strong beams of light at him. He didn't feel anything. Thinking it was just harmless rays, he let out a sigh of relief. "Is that what you needed?" He asked confused at what it's supposed to do.

Henry suddenly felt strange. He saw that he was shrinking in size rapidily. His sking starte turning white and trasnforming into some kind of material. The more he looked at himself, he sat that it appeared like leather. He tried to speak, but found he had no vocal cords to say anything. He paniced and passed out from the fear of what was happening to him.

Nick soon saw a pair of white Nike sneakers on the couch where Henry once was. "Wow, it really did work. He really became a pair of sneakers. I have to try him out." He said to himself as he picked them up to see how comfortable they were on feet.

Henry woke up to what seemed like a nightmare. He saw limited light, but what he saw next he wasn't expecting. A large socked foot came crashing down on his face. He was forced to endure it again as Nick tried on the other shoe. Both feet pressed down on his insole face. The pair of socks were slightly dingy and smelled a little. That odor was now presssing down on his face as he was being walked on. That pressure was extremely painful with each step that NIck took. He didn't expect to be a pair of sneakers. Had he known that he would have backed out of the deal. He only hoped that Nick would change him back in the next few minutes. He didn't want to stay a pair of sneakers any much longer.

Three weeks later.....

Nick really liked his new sneakers. The fact that human source material felt like regualar sneakers, but way more comfortable then regular sneakers. The insoles felt almost like comfy clouds under his feet. They would remold to the contours of his feet every time he wore them. He honestly didn't want to give them up yet, despite the source of their creation. He wore them nearly every day. It was evident by the ripe smell coming from them. He did wonder how well Henry's mind was holding up, especially after three weeks on his feet.

Henry was barely holding on to any mental sanity. Nick's feet had become his whole world unfortnantly. It was all he ever saw and felt. The stench of sweaty feet was all inside his sneaker bodies. His insole face would be remolded over and over every time his friend wore him. He began to wonder if his torment would ever end. He just hoped it didn't get worse.

Nick's cousin Kelly came over to spend some time with him. Kelly always liked his cousin's footwear. He would often sneak around and sniff his socks when he wasn't looking or in the room. He loved to sniff his sneakers as well. He had wanted to borrow a pair, just to sniff them. His cousin had a strong foot odor that he was attracted to. He was especially eyeing the new pair of shoes he had been wearing for the past three weeks.

"I am going to take a nap. You're welcome to watch TV." Nick said as he went to lie down on his bed. He had left his socks and shoes in the living room.

Kelly was grateful for this perfect opportunity. He quickly snached up the pair of socks and new sneakers. He pressed the socks up against his nose. The ripe aroma got him hard. The more he sniffed the harder he got. He put the socks down and sniffed the sneakers. The sneakers were even more ripe than the socks. He found this so hot. He looked to make sure his cousin was still fast asleep.

When he was sure that Nick was completely out, he went back to the couch and pulled down his shorts and underwear. He placed one sneaker over his dick and the other over his nose. The aroma was so intensee in the sneaker that it didn't take long for him to get hard. He rubbed the other sneaker over his dick as it got harder. When he could not hold it any more, he released hot cum into the sneaker and all over the insole.

Henry was disgusted at what was happening to him. His owner's cousin was actually jacking off to the foul stench that he couldn't escape. Having hot cum sprayed all over his insole face was so degrading. He couldn't call for help or even get away from the situaiton. He was forced to take it totally against his will, just like how Nick wore him nearly every day. Sweaty stinky socks pressed on his face every week without end. He hated his new existence.

Kelly quickly use one of the socks to wipe in the cum in the sneaker and placed them both on the floor where he oringinally saw them. He wanted so much to continue to play with them, but he heard his cousin getting up. He certainlly didn't want to be caught.

Nick came out of his room to see Kelly on the couch watching TV. "What do you think of my new sneakers?" He asked.

"Hot sneakers. Where did you get them?" Kelly asked back, hoping to have more fun with them.

"My close friend gave them to me. If you want, you can borrow them for the next two days." Nick offered. "Just don't destroy them, okay." He added with a smirk.

Kelly was estatic over hearing that. His cousin was the same feet size as him. They would fit perfectly on his feet. "Thanks." He said as he quickly tried them on. They were inded a perfect fit. The fact that he was planning to jack off in them later made this whole thing even more excitting. HIs cousin would never knew even once he gave them back to him. He was looking forward to having more fun his Nick's smelly sneakers.

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Drey had pleaded his boyfriend not to break up with him. He was caught cheating on him, but it was a momentary lapse of judgment. He didn't mean to do it. Oscar had every intention of leaving him, but he begged him to stay. Oscar agreed not to break up with him on one condition. He could pick the terms at which they stayed together. He reluctantly agreed to those conditions. What he didn't expect was that the condition was a permanent one.

Oscar turned him into a nice pair of sneakers that were indestructible. He could keep him as his sneakers for ages to wear on his feet. He was powerless and at the mercy of his feet. Oscar would wear him bare foot every time. Drey was forced to deal with rank and sweaty feet every time his boyfriend wore him. With his face serving as the insoles, Oscar took great pleasure in pressing down on his face, especially considering that he hated feet. Now, he was forced to see feet all the time. He had to absorb his foot sweat. After a few weeks, he reeked of a strong foot odor that wasn't going away.

currently doing monotypes and such!

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Chaze loved his Converse sneakers. He had them for a long time as anyone would be able to tell. So far, they have held up over the years on the outside, but inside was different. The insoles were badly worn out. Wearing them was sometimes uncomfortable, but he really loved these sneakers. He could try replacing them with insoles, but in time, they would wear down just like the one inside them now. He needed insoles that would never wear down and last for ages.

One month later, Chaze had created an indestructible formula that could be applied to make indestructible insoles, but it would only work on living matter instead of normal insoles. The only way to make such an insole was to transform a person into one. He needed to test his indestructible formula on two tests subjects. He knew exactly who to try it on. There were two such individuals he had in mind.

Chaze invited Tommy and John over to one of the private break rooms in the office to have a chat with them. They didn't suspect anything odd about another coworker inviting them to a private conversation. They showed up exactly on break time. Chaze had three drinks in front of him. Two were laced with a special paralyzing concoction along with the indestructible formula. One was a normal drink. He made sure to mark the normal drink so that he didn't accidentally drink out of the wrong cup.

"Tommy and John, we haven't talked much, and I just wanted to get to know you two." Chaze paused, seemly quite friendly with them. "It's often we work together, but never socialize beyond work talk. Here, have a drink with me." He handed them both a cup.

"This is great, actually. Just to have a normal chat for a change." John commented as he took a drink from his cup. "Yeah, I totally agree. We never had outside of work conversations with you." Tommy added as he took several gulps from his cup as well. "This drink is really good," Tommy added as he finished the whole cup. "It's so tasty. What is it exactly?" John asked back.

"It's something special I made for the three of us." Chaze told them with a friendly smile, knowing that the two formulas should take effect any second now. He was ready to put these two in a new position on the job; a position that best serves his feet.

John felt strange. He suddenly found himself unable to move. He tried to speak and even was unable to do that. He did notice a sadistic smile appearing on Chaze's face.

Tommy was mentally panicking. He felt trapped in his body. Unable to move or speak was highly uncomfortable. The sadistic smile on Chaze face said all he should know at that moment. This chat was all a clever rouse for something he had been planning, and the two of them fell for it.

Chaze was pleased that his plan worked perfectly. He brought out his TF device. The setting was already in and ready to turn his two unsuspecting coworkers into the very insoles that would make his sneakers comfortable again. "I needed us to be alone so that I could make you two into a pair of indestructible insoles to make my sneakers more comfortable. You would be much more useful that way." He fired the TF device at both of them, so ready to put them in the bottom of his Converse.

Both Tommy and John watched in horror as Chaze and their whole environment grew in size. They were shrinking and were forming into insoles. Their bodies soon were flat yet with a soft cushioning effect. They were laying in the very chairs they were once sitting in as human beings. They saw Chaze grab them up. Tommy was forced into the left shoe, and John was put into the right shoe.

After placing in his new insoles, Chaze put his Converse back on his feet. He instantly felt comfort under his feet. The new insoles were working out perfectly. He didn't have to get rid of his favorite sneakers thanks to his new insoles. It was true his new insoles were former humans, but they were repurposed to a much better use. He went back to his office to continue working.

John was disgusted by the odor he was trapped in. To make matters worse, he could feel the worn-out insole beneath him. It was painful being pressed down on it. The pressure from Chaze's foot wasn't helping much either. The socked foot had a slight odor to them as well, but not as bad as the sneaker he was trapped in. All of his senses were stronger than when he was human. His senses had him in a hell beyond words could describe. He mentally begged Chaze to let him go. Even though it had only been a few minutes, it felt like an eternity in a stinky pit.

Tommy wasn't having too bad of an experience. The worn-out insole was definitely a pain in the back to be pressed down on. The foot odor in the shoe was bad, but he had a foot fetish. This was one of his fantasies. He was now a living insole trapped in a shoe. To him, it didn't matter whose foot he was trapped under. He was loving every moment that Chaze stepped on him. He didn't want it to ever end. Chaze was his owner, and he would gladly serve his foot forever. He was loving the strong foot odor of the shoe. It was his Master's foot odor. He found himself in foot fetish heaven.

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Tracey received a call from his supervisor to come straight to his office shortly after arriving at work. He began to wonder what his supervisor wanted so early in the day. He hoped it wasn't bad news. He really didn't need to hear that. He was having a bit of bad luck situations recently. He had been behind in his portion of the rent on the apartment, having his roommate to make up the difference. If that wasn't bad enough, his car was in the shop, having major repair work done to it. He had been forced to use Uber services to get to work. He didn't need any more bad news at the moment.

Tracey entered James, his supervisor's office. He motioned to have a seat.

"I called you in before you got started for a reason. There is no easy way to say what i have to tell you. Unfortunately, there were some budget cuts, and your position was one the company decided to cut effective immediately." James paused. "I am sorry to bring such sad news to you, but it's out of my hands."

Tracey definitely didn't want to hear that at a time like now. There had to be another solution. Honestly, if there was one, he would take it no matter what it was. "I understand that, but please, is there any other position that is open or available. I really can't take any more sad news right now." He pleaded to James, hoping there was something he could offer.

James had one other offer, but those who were released or fired would not take it due to the dangers it carried in accepting it. He decided to offer it anyway. "There is one opening available, but it carries a risk." He pulled out the contract and slid it over to Tracey.

Tracey looked over the paper and read it twice. There was a large bonus of $100k once done, but there was a risk. "So I get the $100k, and the other gets $50k once the year is up, right?" He asked, to be sure he understood right. He saw James nod yes to his question.

"But remember the risk you take. If the owner decides to forgo the $50k, you belong to him. There is no return." James paused. "You literally are placing your life in another's hands. You fully understand?" James reiterated.

Tracey needed something good. "Can I choose who owns me?" He asked back.

"Ordinarily, you really don't have a choice, but I will make this one exception since you really were a good employee. Just write in the name of who you want it to be and sign it. We will do the rest." James promised. He would at least do this one favor for a guy who was having a bad day. Tracey handed the paper back with his signature on it. He ran it through his copier and filed the original. He handed the copy back to him. "Take this to HR." He instructed him as he placed a call down to HR about the position.

Several hours later, Seth came into James' office. He motioned for Seth to have a seat. He slid over the shoe box to him. He watched as Seth opened it and was puzzled why he was receiving a new pair of sneakers. "We have been wanting to try out an experimental product, but no one ever took the offer. That was until your coworker Tracey signed up to do it." He spoke as he also showed the contract that Tracey had signed. "These sneakers are Tracey now. He is still alive, just that he is a pair of sneakers. He chose you to wear him for a year. The point of the experiment is to test the durability of our indestructible formula. All you have to do is treat him like normal footwear for a year. If you wish to conclude the formula test for both of you, he gets $100k bonus tax free, and you get $50k bonus check tax free." He added to his previous words. He waited for Seth to reply back.

Seth took out the shoes and examined them. It was hard to believe the sneakers he was holding were actually his best friend at work. He wondered why Tracey would even agree to this. "Why did he choose to be my sneakers?" He asked, feeling curious. Like, who would really choose to be another person's footwear?

"The company had cut his position in budget cuts. To stay on with the company, this was his only option." James reported honestly.

"So I wear him for a year and return him back, and he gets $100k bonus check and I get $50k bonus check, all tax free?" Seth wanted to be sure he understood right.

"Yes, that is your first option." James spoke.

Seth heard first option which meant there was a second option. "What's my second option since I have a first?" He asked wondering what it could be.

"Your second option is that after one year, if you decide to continue with the experiment for us, you get $100k bonus check tax free, but poor Tracey will have to spend another whole year supporting your feet. Every year that you continue, you receive a $100k bonus check tax-free, but that also means you subject Tracey to being your shoes." James paused to be fully serious. "Option two means you are in control of his humanity or return to human form. He specifically selected you to wear him. So I sense that he has some sort of trust in you to decide how long he will be supporting your feet." He finished.

Seth, like the thought of receiving a $100k bonus check. Yet, this was his best friend at work who he was about to wear on his feet for a year. To receive that bonus check every year would be awesome, yet that meant keeping his best friend as his footwear. Could he really do that to Tracey, he pondered.

"We will revisit your option in one year. Until then, enjoy wearing Tracey." James spoke.

Seth put the sneakers back in the box and left the supervisor's office. When he got back to his desk, he opened the box and whispered to his sneakers. "I have to say, $100k every year sounds so nice. Sorry Tracey, but I have to take option two. I hope you understand, but I promise to take good care of you as you take good care of my feet for a long time." He took off his current shoes and put on Tracey.

Tracey thought he knew his best friend well enough. He thought that he would only be sneakers for a year. He thought that Seth would not be tempted by the amount of money. He saw he was wrong. He saw the pair of socks on Seth's feet weren't exactly clean and had a slightly strong vinegar odor. It was pressed hard into his insole face. This was his existence, to live as sneakers for Seth for at least a year or possibly longer.

FIVE YEARS LATER.......

Seth enjoyed a rather smooth life. For the past five years, the job gave him a $100k bonus check for continuing to test their indestructible formula. He has used Tracey for every gym and workout session. He has worn him to work every day. He even tried cutting him with scissors. He did anything and everything to try to destroy his sneakers, yet he remained relatively unscathed. Not only that, Tracey was the most comfortable footwear he owned. He didn't exactly know how Tracey felt about being sneakers every year, but the money was coming in handy. He even wore him on vacations that he took each year. His life was great, thanks to Tracey choosing him instead of someone else. There were weeks where he wore the same pair of socks every day to thank Tracey for the money he wad receiving each year. Life truly was great with having a pair of indestructible sneakers.

"Oh my gosh Kyle that's fabulous!" "I know Jess, a hot orange totally brings out the blue in her eyes!"

Kyle, Jess, Maddie and Steph were giggling like crazy on top of Steph's king size bed as they made good use of their combined make up kits and Kyle's burgeoning make up skills.

The four had been fast friends for years now and Kyle's rock when he came out, always on hand to help him cope with his toxic father and brother who both epitomised the stereotypical jock.

Kyle was just finishing off his makeover on Steph, a pretty, petite brunette with the deepest blue eyes. Giggling he holds up a mirror and she squeals in delight hugging him hard.

"Looks like you're a make-up prodigy Kyle!"

Jess ruffles Kyle's shaggy hair and he laughs and pulls his hood up to defend himself

"Quit it you! Right, who's next?"

The three girls look at each other and smile before Maddie says,

"Well...we thought we'd give you a makeover!"

Kyle sits back and looks bemusedly at the girls before shrugging and reaching for the eyeshadow palettes.

"I did like that blue shade..."

"Oh no not make-up silly!"

Maddie reaches behind the bed and pulls out a very masculine looking gym bag, half unzipped and clearly full of clothes. Kyle's eyes go wide and he looks uncertainly from one girl to the next.

"We stole one thing each from the guys at school...Jess got these shorts..." She pulls out a pair of grey trackie shorts, a whiff of stale sweat accompanying them. "Steph got these chains...jeez they're tacky! Who the hell do these belong to Steph?"

"I don't know, some random dude from the school gym, I snuck them out of the closest bag in the guy's changing rooms."

"You did not!"

Steph smiles smugly at the other girls and says nothing. Maddie stares hard at her for a minute clearly wanting to continue that discussion but lets it slide.

"Hmmm, anyway I got this cap from that asshole Derek after he broke up with me and I stole this from your very own brother!"

She triumphantly tosses a navy cap on the bed before pulling out a clearly well worn jockstrap. The smell of teenage boy is now ripe in the room and the girls all wrinkle their noses. Meanwhile Kyle just stares at the pile totally confused and slightly turned on by all the jock gear.

"Umm girls...?"

"Oh yes duh...so we thought we'd give you a jock makeover! You know see what you'd look like if you were one of them hehe"

"Oh I even got some clippers so we can cut your hair!"

His eyes wide Kyle starts to back off but relents, these girls have been there for him as long as he can remember, and it's just some fun isn't it? He sighs and grins goofily,

"All right then make me a big jock!"

He tries to strike a bicep pose and all of them fall around laughing. Eventually they calm down and Maddie yanks off his hoodie and tee while Kyle pulls down his bottoms leaving him in just some briefs.

Despite herself Maddie catches an eyeful of his bulge and is really surprised, he's actually super hung! She blushes and looks away but can't deny that momentary tingle.

All business now the girls sit Kyle in a chair and get to work cutting his long hair and styling it until he ends up with shaved sides and back and some well gelled length on top.

Looking in the mirror Kyle can't help but agree that it is an improvement, and he smirks a little at his reflection. The smell of the gel mixes with the rising odours of sweat from the clothes and a distinctly masculine scent fills the room.

With a jingle Steph lifts the chains from the bed screwing her face up at the tacky look of them and slips them over Kyles newly shorn head and settles them around his neck. They hang down further than intended thanks to his 5'8" frame but as he stands up they seem to shift and rise...and he coughs as a tickle forms in the back of his throat, his voice dropping just a little. Maddie gingerly hands him the jock and all three girls line up in front of him to watch.

"Umm you guys want to turn round?"

They shake their heads in unison and giggle, about to throw the whole thing in Kyle feels an unaccustomed urge to show off...to preen. So, without any more hesitation he yanks his briefs down letting a fat 6 inch soft cock fly free. The girls gasp and a cocky sneer plasters itself over Kyle's face,

"Like what you see girls?"

His voice is definitely deeper now and a shiver runs up the girl's spines. As he pulls the damp fabric of the jock up and over his junk he feels a flush of warmth in his crotch and suddenly his stomach is fluttery, nervy. He shakes it off and adjusts his slowly stiffening cock in the jock, trying to ignore this alien feeling.

Jess hands him the shorts and he quickly pulls them up his smooth, slim legs. As the damp grey fabric passes over his skin a rash of fine hairs erupt, thickening and curling into a decent coating of leg hair. When he settles the shorts round his waist he feels a clenching in his torso as every muscle seems to contract all at once and he curls in on himself. The wave of pain passes, and he straightens up only to find his legs have definitely stretched and bloated with muscle, his height now brushing 6'2" and his shoulders and back wider, thicker and heavier.

Before their eyes the girls have watched their slim friend swell into a muscular jock and each of them is tingling in anticipation of what's coming next.

Kyle's mind is in uproar as he tries to process what's happening, his dick is now straining at its full 9 inches, thick and veiny and desperate to get in a hole. His pubes have gone wild with itch as they spread across his legs and a treasure trail peeks out and climbs his now perfect abs. Under his arms thick bushy pits emit a potent teen musk and with a cracking sensation he feels his jaw reshape and square off until it achieves that masculine ideal.

He palms his junk and leers at the girls but hesitates as a strange...sucking feeling engulfs his big cock. Grabbing it he feels it losing mass and length, still rock hard but dwindling to a more average 6 inches. His cocky attitude is not affected, if anything it grows, determined to prove he's all man to every chick he sees. Wait...chick? Yeah...chick...like these three here!

Still grabbing at his reduced pecker he smirks at the girls.

"You lookin to have fun girls?"

Inside all that made Kyle who he was is draining down into his balls. His sweetness, intelligence, empathy and most importantly his homosexuality. Knowing the last step Maddie shakily hands him the cap.

"Sweet bro!"

He grabs it, seats it firmly on his head and spins it round. The instant he does he grunts and unloads a massive splurge of cum into his jock, cementing himself as a new straight jock bro...

Some hours later he swaggers into the bathroom and snaps a selfie to send to his brother,

"Fuckin got 3 sluts all wet bro then filled em up! U hittin da gym?"

I love going to college in New England, we are right there on the ocean . I was in the library studying when I heard there was a lot of commotion going on outside down by the pier.

One of the school's most popular Jock's seem to have fallen off the pier and into the water. I heard he was mad as hell besides embarrassed for what happened to him.

He was completely soaked from head to toe. And it was quite a hike across campus to the frat house and he's all wet.

That's when he sound Storm Into the library.

He was grabbing every guy in their. Sizing him up. Looking for clean look dry clothes. That would fit him. He didn't even care what they wearing. He just want to dry clothes.

He going down the book stacks, that's when he spotted me.

He grabbed my shoulders and made me stand up and noticed that we were the perfect size for each other. Meaning he didn't care what I was wearing they were clean and dry.

He tossed the book out of my hand and told me to strip naked right there. And give him my clothes.

He didn't yell it. He did it very calmly but fiercely.

I figured would be better for me to strip naked and give him my clothes. Then let him beat the crap out of me and take them

Seeing this muscular jock stand before me starting to stripped himself naked and expecting me to do the same thing. Looking at me waiting for me to hand him my underwear.

Soon he was standing before me dressed as me from head to toe. All my clothes from my socks to my underwear along with my shoes. As I stood there completely naked

He was still soaking wet when he was putting my clothes on so you kind of can see it in my clothes he's is wearing.

He picked up his jeans and pulled out his wallet and cell phone from his soaking wet pants like his phone still going to work.

He pulled my wallet out of my pants pocket and everything out and tossed it on the pile of hus wet clothes.

He stormed out saying his clothes were all mine now. As he headed back for the frat house

I had no choice. I was standing there completely naked in the library. The hardest thing was getting on soaking wet clothes. I never felt so embarrassed. People watched me put on a Jock's soaking wet clothes. I packed up my stuff and I returned to the dorm room.

I don't know how long my walk back to the dorms was, when you're soaking wet.

By the time I got to the dorm and into my room I wasn't feeling so good my head was spinning and my body was aching. My muscles are spasming.

I don't know which part of this day was most embarrassing.

Being stripped naked in the library fir my clothes.

Being forced to wear another man's clothes right down to his soaking wet underwear and socks.

Seeing that same guy walk away wearing your dry clothes.

Walking across campus soaking wet in another man's clothes if they only knew I was wearing his socks and underwear. Underneath It All.

Now I'm standing here in my dorm room stripping off the soaking wet clothes of the jock. As I pull off his boxer briefs I noticed my cock was all swollen and erect.

I'll be thinking it be allshriveled up in from all the cold. But it was bigger than I've ever seen it before . I grabbed the towel and dried myself off put on some dry clothes and lay down on the bed for a bit.

Meantime across campus at the Frat House row. The Jock got back to his frat house and into his room. He was embarrassed enough falling off the pier and into the water. The only guy in the library was a campus nerd who had clothes that would fit him. Wearing everything right down to his socks and underwear. The clothes still felt damp from him being soaking wet when he got dressed.

He quickly stripped off his clothes as he pulled down the nerds tighty whities. He found his cock was fully erect in his balls swollen. Thinking it was due to the cold and the dampness of the clothes he was wearing. He didn't feel good in his head was spinning so he decided to lay down and take a nap.

He laid there tossing and turning as his body muscles expanded and contracted.

Both boys were tired and weak from that day's experience that a pretty much slept through the night.

Back at the dorm. Our nerd awoke to amazing surprise.

It seems we're in the Jock's wet clothes right down to his underwear had a positive effect on his body.

You seem to not need his glasses anymore. His body has grown muscular in size. His body match the Jock whose clothes he was wearing the day before. Beautiful muscular toned body and a handsome face. His Bonde hair darken and it still had some curl.

It seems the Jock having him wear his soaking wet clothes back to his dorm room seem to have a greater effect on him. Then we'll find out later to what happened to our jock.

When he awoke the next morning he wasn't feeling too well. Whose voice sound nasally. So he got out of bed and looked in the mirror and noticed a good part of his muscular tone had drained from his body completely. And he's taking on the characteristics of the guy who's closing took yesterday at the library.

When he didn't come down for breakfast his frat brothers came up looking for him to find a nerd standing there.

He was a nerd and was a bad rep for the Frat House so the brothers threw him out. Tell me to go find a room at the dorms.

If you thought the day before was embarrassipng.