âThatâŚthatâs really my boyfriend?â, the young man next to me asked. I had just walked in to his house less than an hour ago, and I was sitting on his couch, my huge leather boots propped up on his table. It had taken a lot of convincing, and a lot of proof with texts and direct messages, but he was slowly starting to realise that yes, his boyfriend was gone, and was now my right boot.
He placed his hand on the top of the smooth black leather, and squeezed it. I could feel the boot shiver slightly, the telltale tiny bit of motion left in a newly-transformed object. âCould youâŚplease take your foot out of him?â, he asked, an edge of anger and distress in his voice. My cock twitched in my pants as I saw him struggling with his emotions.
âListen, mate, this was all legit. He belongs to me now, I can put my foot in him, hell I can piss in him if I want. Heâs an object, he doesnât have any rightsâ, I said. He squeezed more tightly against the leather, and bit his lower lip. âHe never told me about any of this. I never knew he wanted to be an object. We were supposed to have a life together, we had so many plansâŚcan he ever turn back?â, he asked.
I shook my head. âNope. Iâve jizzed on him, and that seals it for good. Heâs an object now, foreverâ, I said. I reached down, and gripped the sole of the boot, slowly pulling it off my foot. My sock beneath was damp and hot with sweat, and the ripe musk of my feet filled the room. He flinched at the smell.
âLook, come sit hereâ, I said, patting the couch next to me. He looked at me with disgust and anger, but slowly sat down a few inches from me. I scooted closer to him, and put my arm around his shoulder, then pulled the boot up and placed the front of it over his face. He blinked in shock, but as he inhaled, he started to blush. âItâŚsmells like himâŚâ, he mumbled. I nodded. âIt IS him. Everything he was, everything he could have been, is all in this leather now. Why donât you kiss him?â, I said. He breathed in the scent, and reached up to hold the boot. He pressed his lips against the leather, and I could see his pants starting to tent.
âIâm sure he did love you, and in his right mind would have stuck with ya. But a lot of guys, when theyâre objects and they get all horned up and needy and excited, they make dumb decisions. Donât be too hard on himâ, I said. He squeezed the boot tighter. âI canât imagine choosing to throw your future away just because it feels goodâŚâ, he said.
I squeezed his shoulder, and smiled. âWhy donât you try it? One day with him, a last goodbye. You can be my sock, and stay inside him. Warm and tight and pressed up with him. Understand what he was feeling. Might help you let goâ, I say. He frowned.
âI donât want you just cumming on me and making me get stuck that wayâ, he muttered. I shook my head. âDonât work that way. They gotta consent or I literally canât get cum on them. Itâs a magic contract thingâ, I said. He hesitated for a long while, sniffing and inhaling the boot. Then he nodded.
I pulled him up onto my lap, and wrapped my arms around him. My hands slid up under his shirt and I started to rub and massage his skin. It began to darken, a black fabric texture spreading along his belly, and up to his arms. He shuddered as he felt himself softening, his body becoming warm and unbelievably sensitive. The stroke of my fingers through the cotton parts of him made him flinch and whimper. âIâm not sure about-â, he started to say, before my hands stroked over his mouth and it sealed closed. His nose and mouth drooping slightly, becoming the tip of a black sock. His eyes rolled up in his head as he shuddered, and his cock pulsed and twitched. He tried to reach down to stroke himself, but his hands began to droop, becoming weak as they deflated. His whole body started to get thinner, hollowing out inside as his organs and bones vanished, leaving only the warm soft shell of his skin. His eyes closed over, and he crumpled, landing in a pile of his clothes on my lap.
I reached down and fished him out from his shirt, now nothing but a warm black sock. I pulled up my huge hairy foot, and stretched him over my toes and up along my ankle. He shivered as he felt his entire body be filled head-to-toe with my strong, firm foot. The scent of my musk soaking into his fibres along with the dampness of my sweat. As I pushed him into the dark, sweaty heat of my boot, his former lover, he was forced to constantly experience an endless assault of scent and heat.
I left the room, my weight crushing down on his changed body with every step. My toes filling his mouth, his face pressed into the dirty sole of my boot. I could feel his voice in my head so long as I was wearing him, the sign that he was not yet a permanent object. âOh fuck, this stenchâŚthis taste. Do you ever wash your feet?!â, he whined. I ignored him, wanting him to get the full object treatment. I got in my truck and drove to work, hearing him grumble as I pressed down on the pedals. It was a hot day on the construction site, so soon my boot was swimming with sweat, and he was gagging and coughing as his entire body was soaked. I didnât respond to any of his complaints, but I noticed as they slowly started to change in tone.
âFuck, it stinksâ, became âDamnitâŚso much sweatâ. Then became âWhy does it feelâŚwhy am I soâŚâ, and eventually up to âFuckâŚmoreâŚstep on meâŚfuck!â
Finally the evening came, and I headed home. I got in and pulled off my boot, a cloud of vapour oozing out from inside as I felt the fresh air hit my soaking wet new sock. I peeled him off, and dropped him on the boot, keeping one toe pressed to him so I could hear his voice.
âI canât take thisâŚwhy do I feel so horny?! Itâs like Iâve been getting edged and pumped all day! Every taste just makes me need it more! Why canât I cum?â, he whines.
âYou only orgasm if I do, boyâ, I told him. The sock twitched and curled slightly, recoiling. âI canât allow that. I have a whole future, Iâm going to get promoted at work, I have so many plansâŚâ, he said.
I rubbed my bare foot up and down over him, making him gasp and whine. âIâll just leave you empty here, then. Youâll turn back in the morningâ, I said. The sock fabric reached up, clinging to my soles. âNo, please! Please I need it! Fuck, I need to cum!â, he gasped. I pulled my cock out, and slowly started stroking it.
âAre you sure?â I said. âYES!â, he screamed. I stroked and pumped my thick shaft, pointing it down at the damp, smelly sock. Soon, I grunted and moaned, my cock splurting out thick, long ropes of cum. As they arced through the air, in the instant before they landed on him, he said âNo, stop-â.
Then the cum splattered over him, and he fell limp. I couldnât hear his voice anymore. I sighed, and zipped my pants back up. âYeah, thatâs basically what he said tooâ, I said. Then I headed to bed, leaving the two lovers limp and lifeless on the floor, still dripping with my cum.
