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Or were you shrinking?

It didn’t matter.

Before you finally noticed any of the changes, it was already too late.

As the size difference grew, you couldn’t help but feel submissive to him.

He joked about you being “ideal blowjob height”, and before you knew what you were doing, his dick was in your mouth.

“Oh damn wtf?! Aren’t you straight? Fuck it feels so good though, Good boy…”

Not that your roommate knew what he was doing either. He lovingly stroked your cheek as he pumped his cock in your mouth. He had fully given into the curse, enjoying every second of it. He had definitely gotten the better end of a deal he didn’t make, and he wasn’t going to complain.

Wrong Hotel Room

Kara was walking around this hotel. It seemed like your normal Marriott type hotel but it held a weird magic power that could effect the people staying there in various ways.

Kara went into her room and as she went in she saw the things in her room change. Her clothing became folded up male button up shirts. Khakis. And she looked at her shoes on the ground changing into size 13 men’s shoes.

Kara was shocked but in the coming moments her body began to grow and get larger. Muscles filled out. Her breasts became pecs, as a dusty of hairs appeared on them and went down to her hardening stomach.

He felt a pulling sensation as his new cock formed between his thickening legs, as his feet began to grow and expand. The toes thickened and heels became calloused. They broke out of his small sandals, as Kara looked the mirror to see his face changing in front of his eyes.

Hank watched as his hair receded and finished changing. His face aged and changed as his features became more mature and into his 40s. His hairline receded upward, as blue trunks appeared on his legs. Hank’s mind quickly reset as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Time to get a swim in” he said thinking about going to the hotels pool.

Zack woke up feeling strange. He remembered being at the club after celebrating a promotion with a few of his coworkers. He had several strong drinks and got rather drunk. He was chatting with some guy who came over to talk with him. He couldn't remember the guy's name. He just remembered that he was hot.

He found that he couldn't move or speak. "Wait, what happened? Last thing I remembered was talking with a cute guy at the club after several drinks. Why do I have a cock in my face. Hel me!" He mentally screamed when he couldn't even wiggle. He then heard the guy talking down to him and realized what he was. He was a literal pair of underwear on his body. He was taken in by a TF Pred and was now his trophy and property.

Fuck, you think you deserve this? All this muscle? Don't be a fucking idiot. You're just a little runt without anything. No girlfriend, no brains, no abs, no dominance, no dick. By the way your girlfriend loves my 12 inch dick, says you never filled her up like i do. I can see your grubby little nub getting hard just looking at me. Here, I'll give you something for your spank bank. Sniff fucker.

God, I hate hangovers. They make the little time I have with my real self feel like a chore.

See, I’ve been living in the show "Haven Island" for a few months now, but I didn’t quite understand how it worked behind the scenes. When I applied for a role, I imagined myself playing a random young adult filling out the cafes when a scene would happen there, like we would see in the actual show. Simple, no line, no anything.

But the reality of it was oh so different. There is no true extras, everybody has fleshed out lives and routines that they actually follow, even if only their commute is ever seen on screen. A whole complexity that gives the whole life and drama that keeps Haven Island as the most watched Reality TV show in the world.

Now, you might think that it would be very long and expensive for the writers to give everybody complex lives and routines. And you would be correct. But the writers had a plan which meant that they could give each role minimal thought.

They transformed us into our roles.

This means that, everyday, when 8AM ticks and the show starts, everyone’s personality suddenly shifts into that of the role they incarnate. For my part, I play the role of a middling manager at the bank. Not especially remarkable, but classy, extroverted, and oh so ambitious and arrogant. I’d hate myself if I ever met him.

This means that everyday I go to the bank, get myself a cup of coffee and terrorize my employees for their low productivity at their fictive job. And when I’m not at work, I go to the gym, eat at a restaurant, and in the evening go to drink with the colleagues. Whence the hangover.

Fuck, it’s almost 8AM, I haven’t had time to do stuff the real me likes, like video games and reading mangas ! I didn’t even have time to talk about how they changed our bodies, making me grow a stubble I never could have grown, and giving me muscles, and‒

…

God, I hate hangovers. But the party yesterday was great, and I like booze too much to stop. I guess I’ll just go harder on the coffee.

Ugh, it’s already 8AM and I haven’t started getting ready ? My pomp needs so much time to be set up right, I can’t be wasting it doing who-knows-what ! Time is of the essence !

I put on some expensive cologne, touch up my elegant beard, and then put on my suit. No tie, today, I’m feeling casual today. I want to improve team cohesion, after all.

Moving to Haven Island has been the best choice in my life. Everything is so orderly over here compared to the outside world ! And the career opportunities are phenomenal !

I take my bag and step into my sports car. Like every other day, I drive towards my job, taking the same path as always, an essential but secondary part of the lively town of Haven Island.

almost never do long captions (i failed english) but anyway hope this is good

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Jake and Simon had been best friends since the moment they were born, two scrawny kids from the same neighbourhood who clicked, and even at 18, they were still thick as thieves, staying over at each other’s house like it was their second home.

It was a Friday night, and Simon and Jake were messing around as they always do, but that’s when an unexplained pit grew in Simon’s stomach. Something was wrong, as he felt his whole body shiver. “What’s wrong with you?” Jake asks as he sees his best friend grabbing his stomach. In a split second, Simon unravelled and compressed until he was two regular white socks on the floor…

Simon’s view was distorted as he looked up at Jake towering over him like a giant. His first instinct was to scream, but when he tried, he couldn’t.

Jake stood over Simon in complete silence, trying to make sense of what he’s just seen, but before he can even speak, Jake’s brother Mike barges in, as usual, scavenging around his room for socks. “Yo, where’s the socks? I gotta go ou-” he cuts himself off as he notices two perfectly clean socks on the floor. He quickly grabs them and sits on Jake’s bed as he stretches one of Simon over his size 11 unwashed feet.

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Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.

"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.

"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.

"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.

Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.

"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.

"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.

"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.

"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.

Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.

"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.

"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.

Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.

Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.

Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.

Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.

A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.

Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.

"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."

Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.

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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.