Hey! Hello there! Would love to see a sock transformation story where the main character and his boyfriend both get transformed into socks against their will, suffering at the sweaty feet of their new owner (maybe an angry neighbor who secretly envies their love and relationship). When they think that their suffering can't be any worse, their owner also starts using them as cum-socks! The sadistic owner also seems to enjoy cumming on their sock bodies and immediately putting them back on his feet! From this day forward, they would only know the cock, feet and shoes/sneakers of their captor. Their pleas for help would only motivate the owner to pump more cum and sweat into them! And the only liquids they would taste are their new owner sweat and cum (often, both at the same time!)
Anyway, I love your work :3
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Zac and Xavier left the movies after having dinner just prior. It was the perfect date night for the both of them. He was looking forward to even more fun time when they get back at the apartment. Xavier had moved in with him about a month ago. It was the best idea he ever had, asking his boyfriend to move in with him. He thought days with Xavier could not get any better. Each day was great waking up next to him in bed.
As both of them were walking down the street, Zac noticed a guy walking behind them but not close. He would glance back every now and then.
"I think that guy is following us." Zac expressed to Xavier in a low whisper as he held his hand.
'Who? The guy behind us?" Xavier looked briefly back and then forward again. He saw Zac nod. "What do we do?"
"Let's see if he really is following us." Zac had an idea. "Follow me." He guided Xavier in a different direction down another street that was less populated and no one around. As they went down the street, both saw that guy coming behind them, but still not too close. Both turned around.
"You have a problem? I have noticed you followig us. Why?" Zac bodly asked, confronting the stranger.
"Yeah, you two interupted my movie experience with you both kissing in the movie threatre. It really pissed me off." Blakeley spoke as he took out his phone. "Two guys kissing in public isn't right."
"Well, it's 2026, get with the program, accept it or just piss off, oka." Xavier wasn't liking the stranger's tone or attitude.
"I know just how to fix this." Blakeley put in the setting on the app and pointed the camera at the two gay guys. "Say cheese, losers." He hit the flash option.
Zac saw the flash and everything changed in an instant. He couldn't move or speak. He felt hollowed out and slightly flattened on the outside. His body felt extremely soft. He soon felt a hand lifting him up with ease. He wanted to move but couldn't.
"What's happening?" Zac mentally spoke being man handled by a massie hand.
Blakeley lifted up the pair of socks from the ground. He then heard their thoughts of confusion. The setting worked perfectly. He could tell they didn't know what was going on. He balled both up and stuffed them in his pocket and walked home. Two homos were now off the street, and he felt satisfied about it. The best part was that no one was around to know what happened to them. They really played right into his hands so easily.
Xavier didn't like the situation at all. He felt his body being balled up and stuffed into something small and contraining. "Zac, what's going on? I can't move or speak. Where are we?" He mentally asked, but no words came out. He couldn't even hear Zac. All he could hear was voice of others around, but no way to reach out for help.
Zac felt like he was in a constraining prison for ages until he finally saw daylight. He found himself laying on some bed somewhere. "Xavier, are you there? I don't know what happend to us. Babe, can you here me?" He asked mentally, but heard nothing. All he heard was the stranger's voice they both saw prior talking to himself or maybe to them.
Blakeley was due to go to the gym. He decided to break in his new socks. "Time for you two to get to know my feet. Gym time is the perfect situation for that." He laughed as he put on his workout shorts and shirt. He grabbed his socks and put them on his feet without a second thought. He wiggled his toes in them. They felt so good on his feet. "I am definitely keeping you two. Most comfortable pair of socs I have ever worn." He laughed again.
"Noooooo! Change us back now. This is wrong. We have rights. We aren't socks! We are people." Zac mentally screamed. He now realized what he and Xavier were. He also realized why he couldn't here him. His boyfriend was also a sock. And both of them were literally on the stranger's feet against their will.
"You are so wron for this. You can't do this to people you disagree with. Change us back now! I demand it.! Can you hear me?!" Xavier mentally exclaimed in outrage at where he was. It was a nightmare. He could taste and smell the guy's foot as though the whole thing was in his mouth. It was disgusting.
Blakeley laughed at the mental thoughts he heard from his socks. "Forget it, you two homos. I own you now, or should I say my feet own you now. No one is going to know where you are but me. Gym time, losers." He put on his favorite sneakers that reeked of his foot odor. "Enjoy the smell." He laughed as he tied the shoe strings, gathered his gym back and left to go workout.
Zac felt like he wanted to puke. The odor saturated all the insides of the sneaker including the insole. There was no escape from it. Being walked on was so painful. He had never felt such pain before. He mentally screamed in agony. It was like he was in hell. It was torture beyond his imagination. He only hope this was the worse of it.
Thirty minutes into his workout, Blakeley could tell his socks were begging for mercy. Their tortured thoughts amused him. He finally had two homos in thier place, right under his feet. Serves you right for ruining my movie experience, he thought to himself as he continued to work out.
Zac saw it got worse. He was forced to absorb and suck on his owner's foot sweat. Existence as a sock was horrible. The fact that his owner took pleasure in their torture was cruel. There was no escape from the strong foot odor. Now there was no escape from the foot sweat as he was wrapped around his owner's foot. "Please show mercy." He mentally pleaded. He knew his owner could hear his thoughts, but chose not to respond. It was bad enough they couldn't scream for help. They were completely captured and owned by the straight jock using them as footwear.
Blakeley got home from the gym after an hour and a half workout. His socks were so sweaty. Yet he rather enjoyed how his socks complained about their new life on his feet.
Xavier thought their nightmare could know any more degradation. Being reduced to a sock, having being walked on, forced to suck foot sweat and smell horrible foot stench was the worse. He couldn't imagine it getting any worse than that.
Blakeley sat on on his bed. He removed both sweaty socks. He then had another idea to further degrade his new socks. "Time to really break you both into your new life as my socks." He laughed as he removed his shorts and underwear. He placed one sock over his cock and started to stroke. He loved the feel of his sweaty sock over his cock. It drove him hard. After toying with his sock, he finally cum inside it. He spread hot cum all inside it. He heard the sock screaming for him to stop, but that made him more want to keep going. It was so much fun, he didn't want the othe sock to be left out. He had plent of cum to spare for both.
Zac felt so degraded to not only be used on the stranger's feet, but also as a cum rag on his cock. He loved sucking his boyfriend, but this was completely different situation. He was being forced to suck a stranger's cum. "No fair. Please change us back. I beg of you." He mentally begged, hoping for freedom.
Xavier now saw it was worse than earlier. He was stuck and forced on a stranger's cock completely against his will. He couldn't even hear his boyfriend since both were socks. It was the worst nightmare he could have ever imagined.
Blakeley laughed as he placed both socks back on the bed. "I think I will wear you two every day. It will definitely amuse me." he walked to the bathroom to take his shower not giving a care about his new socks or how they felt. They simply were his socks now. Combining his cum made it permanent. There was no way to change them back now.
Two months later, Blakeley took a picture of himself wearing his favorite pair of socks. He had worn them for two months straight. So far they haven't worn down yet. He was amazed how his human transformed socks held up for so long already. Every complaint and plea for freedom and mercy urged him more and more to sweat in them and use as a cum radg nearly every night and sometimes after the gym. They were his fun and entertainment. They simply were his socks and nothing else, not even human anymore as far as he was concerned.
