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Mike had been looking hard at his friend Donald's feet for some time. He himself was an average built guy, but his friend Donald was a 6'4" tall athletic jock with a size 12.5 feet. They both worked out together often. But Mike had a fetish for athletic jock feet.

"What is it about my shoes you keep looking at?" Donald asked, which startled Mike out of his trance. He didn't realize he was so focused on his friend's sneakers.

"Oh, sorry. I just think they are really nice." Mike spoke, trying to cover up the real reason why he was starring. He noticed Donald give him a skeptical look.

"I think that's a lie, buddy." Donald paused to give his reason why his friend was lying to him. "I have been noticing you looking hard at my feet even when I just wear socks or just bare feet. So I think you have a foot fetish, just nervous to tell me." He explained, waiting to see if Mike was going to deny it.

Mike was caught. He thought of saying no, but he sensed that Donald would detect that he was lying again. "I kind of do. Your feet are awesome." He spoke, not denying the fact.

"Well, thanks, buddy. You can massage them if you want. I won't mind." Donald spoke as he rested his feet on Mike's lap. He waited to see what Mike would do next.

Mike so badly wanted this, and the opportunity had just presented itself. He quickly untied the left shoe and removed it. He sniffed it for a few seconds. He loved the aroma coming from the used shoe. He placed it on the floor. The right shoe was removed and sniffed even longer than the left shoe. He really enjoyed the strong foot order. He began to massage the socked feet with an occasional sniff of the socks.

Donald saw his friend literally sniff his sneakers. He knew the foot odor in them was rather ranchid since he had been wearing this for his jog for the past eight months. Yet, his friend loved his foot aroma. He relaxed and watched Mike massage and sniff his feet. He liked the way his feet were being treated. "Is that all you want to do with my feet?" He spoke after thirty-five minutes, egging his friend more, to see what would come next.

Mike was astonished at how comfortable Donald was with what was going on. He didn't stop him, but was more encouraging him. It was a little strange at first. He removed his socks with his teeth and began licking the soles of his feet from heel to toe several times on each foot.

Donald found the experience very much relaxing. He closed his eyes and laid back on the couch. He even enjoyed feeling Mike's tongue lick between each toe with sucking on individual toes. He never thought foot worship would feel so good. This went on for a solid two hours, with both enjoying the experience.

For two straight weeks, Donald let Mike worship his feet after each workout session and run. Mike particularly loved worshipping sweaty feet for some reason, but it didn't bother him one bit. He could tell, though, that Mike was craving something new to do at his feet. He had the perfect idea.

"I have an idea. I know how you can experience my feet in a different way that is supportive and useful to me. Interested?" Donald proposed to his friend.

Mike was curious. What new way would that be other than foot worship, he pondered. Curious, he wanted to know more. "Sure." He spoke, very interested in what it could be.

"You know I love to keep in shape and fit. Why not support my feet while I do so." Donald spoke as he left the room to go get something. When he returned, he was holding a device in his hand.

"How would I support your feet while you work out?" Mike asked.

"Simple, I turn you into a pair of insoles and place you in my shoes. You cushion each step I take. What do you say?" Donald asked, a little curious himself on what that would actually feel like.

Mike thought about it. He really did like Donald's feet. What harm could it do, he thought. "Sure, I volunteer to be an insole in your shoes." He spoke without hesitation or any other thought about it.

"Excellent." Donald spoke as he pointed and fired his TF device at Mike. Within seconds, Mike was reduced to a pair of size 12.5 insoles, which he quickly put into his sneakers.

Mike was amazed at how fast he was reduced to being an object. It was literally less than ten seconds as he rapidly shrunk, reshaped, and divided up in two. He was bombarded with the strong foot odor as he was shoved into Donald's sneakers and fixed in place. He thought the foot odor was strong before. It was ten times stronger as insoles. He was placed on top of the used insoles in the sneakers. Next came Donald's feet as they plunged him into complete darkness and applied pressure. He was crushed under them, yet not dying. Still that didn't excuse the intense pain he felt as each step crushed him under foot.

Donald loves the level of comfort the new insoles provided. He would test their durability on his normal jog. As he started, the level of comfort never changed. It was like running on fluffy clouds. Each footfall felt good. It was his best jog he ever had. When he returned home, his feet had no pain. It was also like they were massaged while he was jogging. He took his shoes off, but left the insoles inside. He would test the out at the gym later on.

Mike was in so much pain. Each footfall felt never-ending. Not to mention the foot sweat that soaked him completely. Now the the foot odor had saturated his insole bodies. He literally smelled like Donald's feet. He was glad to be taken off to let a little fresh air in, but it did a little much. He was so saturated by the foot sweat that the fresh air only made the foot odor worse. Since he wasn't removed yet, he wondered why.

Four hours later, Donald put his sneakers back on and went to the gym. Since he already had his jog, he didn't bother with the treadmill. He decided to just do the weights. The entire hour and a half at the gym was awesome. His feet never felt so good. Mike was the best pair of insoles he had ever used. The natural insoles in the sneakers had been worn out. And normal insoles he brought in the store never last long for him. He now saw a solution to his issue. One that would benefit both him and Mike at the same time.

When he got home from the gym, Donald removed Mike from his sneakers. He restored him back to normal. "How was it?" He asked.

"It wasn't too bad, but it was also painful. Each step you took crushed me tremendously. I still smell like your feet." Mike spoke, sniffing his skin. He did like being under his feet, though. "But I like being so close to your big feet." He added.

Donald smiled. "Cool. I have an idea to propose. Since my insole is worn out and normal insoles don't last long under my feet. I could save some money if you let me use you as my insoles when I work out or go jogging." He paused. "You still get to worship my feet and be under them, supporting me. I really would appreciate it, if you don't mind." He added, hoping his friend would be willing.

Mike thought about it. There was the risk of being stuck permanently as an insole. "I don't know. You might keep me stuck in insole form for days. I would be at your mercy." He spoke, voicing his concerns.

Donald respected his friend. The thought of keeping him as an insole permanently was not something he would consider. "Not to worry. I would only use you for working out and gym sessions only. Now, if you want to be used more, I wouldn't mind it. But mainly for when I am working out." He assured him. And was honestly speaking the truth to his friend.

Mike thought and thought. He wouldn't mind volunteering to be his insoles when he worked out. Yes, it was painful, but it was worth it to be under Donald's feet. He wanted more to be under them despite the pain and foot odor. "Okay, you have a deal." He agreed.

"You have to move in since you will officially be my volunteering insoles." Donald added. "Also, no going back on our little deal. You are my workout insoles. So when I work out, you have no choice. Inside my sneakers, you go. You don't come out until my workout is done." He continued. Mike shook his hand in agreement to the entire deal.

THREE MONTHS LATER....

Mike was not just used for just working out. There were times when Donald would go out on dates, using him as insoles in his shoes. He rather enjoyed being used as insoles. The pain part never went away, nor smelling like feet either. Both were part of being another guy's insoles. There was no escaping that part. He accepted that. But each time Donald was done using him, he would transform him back to human form. He truly respected his friend's sacrifice to be his special pair of insoles and didn't take it lightly. As often as Donald wanted it, he would be shoved into shoes to support his friend's feet. Both loved the mutual arrangement and would not have it any other way.

I arrived with my luggage to the entrance of the building and waited for Tom to arrive. He came a bit after and we went up together to meet the landlord and collect the keys.

We had both graduated from the same programme and met during our studies. We had both decided to stay in the same city and find work after. We found this apartment and signed a one year lease.

We made our way up with our luggage. The landlord was waiting, handed over the keys, and left.

The apartment had a kitchen, a small patio, a living room, one master bedroom, one smaller room, and a bathroom. We never discussed it but he just took the master bedroom. He liked this apartment because of the patio; for having friends over, BBQs, parties.

I liked it because I was about to share a place for at least a year with a man like him. I couldn’t wait to cook and bake for him and I hoped for more. The fact that I would be seeing him barefoot had me horny for the past few weeks as we finalised the agreement.

We both went to our rooms. I was tired and wanted to keep the deep cleaning for the next day so I just did a light round getting the surfaces, the bathroom sink, a quick sweep of the kitchen floor. I unpacked everything I was able to get. Clothes in the wardrobe, shoes on the rack behind the door, toiletries lined up on the single shelf above the sink in my bathroom.

When I finished I went to the kitchen. I put away my gadgets and ingredients, wiped down the surfaces, and started arranging the living room.

I noticed Tom had a box outside his room. I went in and he was setting up his PC and desk.

“You done with your room?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m doing the kitchen and living room now.”

“Take that box outside and unpack it too, then come back.”

I did. Kitchen things mostly. I found places for all of it. As I already loved to cook and bake I already knew it would be my job to do that for both of us, and I was so excited for that.

When I came back he was still finishing his setup.

“Already done? Give me a hand then. Clothes in the big bag, bathroom stuff in the backpack.”

He had a walk-in closet in his room. I unpacked his clothes, folded what needed folding, hung the rest. Then the bathroom, I wiped the shelf before putting anything on it, set his products in order, folded his towel on the rail. He had a big bathtub too.

When I came back he was on the bed. Shirtless, sheets already on, setup done.

“Thanks for the help. Lights off as you leave.”

I went to my room and slept.

I was up before seven the next day.

I started with the kitchen. I emptied every cupboard, wiped them down inside and out, put everything back in order. The counters, inside the microwave and oven, the sink. Then the living room. Surfaces, shelves, windows. I moved the furniture to get underneath. Mopped after. My room next, then the bathroom. I finished just before eleven.

I heard sounds from Tom’s room. I went to the kitchen and started on pancakes.

He came into the living room with wet hair and no socks. Just shorts, no shirt. He dropped onto the couch and stretched his legs out on the coffee table, feet up, soles flat to the surface.

“Good morning. Breakfast is coming.”

I brought his plate through and set it in front of him. Sat down with mine and we started eating.

“That’s good. Thank you.”

He looked at the room, then at the kitchen doorway.

“You cleaned.”

“Yeah. Did everything this morning.”

He smiled slightly.

“My room too?”

“I can do it now if you want.”

He looked at me for a second. Then went back to his food.

“I was joking. But yeah, do that.”

“You’ve already showered so it makes sense. I’m already in the deep clean mood.”

He nodded.

I finished eating and went to his room. Seeing his feet had me turned on the whole time I cleaned, I made sure to do it well.

I was done in an hour.

I went back to the living room. He was still on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. Big, smooth, symmetrical. I stood there for a minute looking at them.

"Done?"

"Yeah. Going to shower now."

"I'll be in my room."

"I'll bake brownies later. Let me know what you want for dinner."

He smiled.

"I'm going to eat like a king living with you."

“Hold up… my foot needs licking for the ride.”

Picture source: mine

Requested story by my Bestie

Felix had been enjoying a wonderful time with his friend Tom who he met about six months ago or more. It was great, but soon, Tom had gotten a new job that took up a lot of his free time. He didn't have much time for hanging out as usual. Felix had begun to miss the close friendship. He was happy for his friend, but he missed spending quality time with him. He wanted to find a way to spend time with him a lot more than he currently had.

One day, Felix was over at Tom's house, watching TV with him. He felt it was time for him to propose the idea that probably would sound crazy.

"You know how you have been so busy with your new job recently, that we haven't had as much time for us to hang out like we used to?" Felix asked.

"Oh yeah, I know. I miss hanging out as well." Tom paused. "But my new job is more demanding than my old one. Yet, we still hang out when I have the time though." Tom added as he wiggled his toes.

Felix loved seeing his friend wiggling his toes. It was always tempting. He couldn't look away most of the time. When they hung out at each other's place, Tom would let him massage and worship his feet. He loved having a willing friend that would allow him.

"I see you staring as always." Tom smirked a little. "You know what to do." He added as he saw that Felix didn't need a second invitation. Felix got down on the floor at his feet and started to massage them. He loved having his feet being worshipped by him. It wasn't long before Felix had his nose up in his toes, sniffing them. After a good twenty minutes of licking and sniffing his feet, he saw that Felix had more to say.

"Well, we used to hang out more, but I know your new job is more demanding." Felix paused. "And I am happy for you, but I miss hanging out with you and worshipping your feet so much." He added, while massaging his feet with such passion.

"I know, but right now what can we do about it. It's a really good job, and I love working there." Tom spoke, looking down at his friend who was giving such a good foot massage.

"I think I have an idea on that." Felix started as he stopped massaging. "If I was to be your work socks, then I could spend all day with you, and only you would know." He suggested, waiting on Tom to respond. He was so hoping his friend would totally be on board with the idea.

Tom was slightly shocked at the idea, but he saw that Felix was serious. "Continue massaging my feet and let me ponder on the notion." He finally said after almost two minutes of silence. He saw Felix go back to massaging his feet, awaiting his answer. The idea of literally wearing Felix on his feet sounded crazy, but he could tell he wanted it badly. He even saw him go back to licking his feet as though that might persuade him to agree to it.

"You do know being on my feet might be Intel?" Tom paused. "You would have to absorb my foot sweat, be trapped in my shoes all day, walk on all day and reek of strong foot odor and sweat. All the while I go about my day as normal, not thinking much about my socks." He paused again. "Is that what you really want? To be treated like a pair of common socks while I work?" He asked, wanting to be sure this was Felix's wish.

"Oh, yes, very much so." Felix didn't hesitate on his response. It was the perfect way to spend time with his bestie since he is so busy at work.

Tom thought about it again. He saw there would be no persuading of this course of action. "If that is what you want, I will go with it." He paused, "but I have to warn you. I might not change you back if you are a really comfortable pair of work socks. You would belong to my feet for a very long time. Last chance to back out." He waited for a reply.

"So when are we doing it? The sooner the better." Felix spoke up, determined to be Tom's work socks. He handed Tom his phone showing him the TF Pro Max app. He had the sock setting already applied. "All you have to do is point the camera at me and hit the flash option." He said, all ready for this to happen.

Tom took the phone and pointed the camera at him. He hit the flash option without hesitation. Felix was a pair of brown socks with interesting designs on it on the floor. He lifted them up and found them to be perfect. "Tomorrow morning, you are going to work with me. Like I said earlier, if my feet feel really good, this will be your life for a very long time." He took the sock and put them on his dresser for in the morning. He went back to watch tv.

The next morning, as Tom was finishing getting ready for work, he grabbed his new work socks. He put them on his feet and found them super comfortable. He wiggled his toes in them. Knowing that his socks were Felix, it felt kind of dominating, having him on his feet. A guy was literally wrapped around and trapped on his feet, completely at his mercy.

"Remember, you asked for this. So don't complain for what happens next." Tom said as he grabbed his boots for work.

Felix was in such ecstasy on his friend's feet. It was everything he had ever imagined it would be. "Mmmmm, love being on your feet...mmmm...." He mentally spoke. He felt every part of his feet. He tasted every part of his feet. He could smell every part of his feet. His feet had a fresh smell for now, but he knew they would get sweaty soon. He actually was looking forward to it. He loved worshipping his sweaty feet and odor. It was exciting to him to go to work with Tom like this. The best part was that no one at Tom's office would not even know about his existence on his feet. He would be completely at Tom's mercy all day long. He started to think if his friend might enjoy this experience as much as he was.

Tom smelled his boots briefly before putting them on his feet. He had this pair of boots for the past six months. They smelled of his ownership of them. After securing his boots on his feet, he wiggled his toes in his new socks. He wondered if Felix was enjoying his new existence on his feet. One fact was that Felix did make an excellent pair of socks. His feet felt good wearing them. His new socks made his boots even more comfortable than before. He then realized he needed to focus since he was getting ready for work. He didn't have time to think about how his socks felt while being at work.

Felix enjoyed his new form even more than before. He had often fantasized about sniffing his friend's shoes. He was now inside them, and it was greater than he ever imagined. The smell was so intoxicating that he didn't want to leave it. The fact that he was wrapped around the feet he had often worshipped made it even better.

For the next eight hours or so, Felix found himself supporting every step Tom took. He was completely ignored while his friend worked in the office. There was some toe wiggling throughout the day, but even that was a wonderful experience. It showed how much he was at the mercy of his friend's feet. Even as Tom's feet got a little sweaty in his boots, he absorbed and loved the taste of his foot sweat. He found his sock body beginning to smell like his owner's feet. Even though he was being ignored like a common pair of socks, he was still getting to hangout with his friend regardless. That was really the point of this whole thing, honestly.

Tom got home at the end of his day. His feet hadn't felt this good in a long while. His new socks really did the trick. He took off his boots and sat in his favorite chair to watch the evening news. He rested his socked feet on the footrest in front of him. The thought of changing Felix back to normal was slowly escaping his mind. 'Who gets rid of a great pair of socks,' he questioned himself mentally.

"I hope you don't mind, but I want to keep you like this a little longer." Tom paused with a smirk on his face. "Don't know how long just yet. But remember, you volunteered for this." He added as he continued to watch TV, not thinking much about his socks.