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Team Prank Gone Wrong

#89

It's been three weeks. I've been his shorts for that long. I met him at the bar, big mistake. My mind's been getting foggy, all I can do is think about him... but the stench. The stench used to make me want to puke, but now I can't get enough of it. Maybe this is what I'm meant to do.. I can't think of anything else.

#91

This is why you don’t hike alone! No one around for miles, no one around to witness me magically transforming you into my shiny new skin suit! And no one would ever know… who’s gonna believe you’ve been turned into a strange man’s sweat-soaked spandex sportswear? Nobody.

Start sniffing and keep sniffing… it’s the only thing you will ever do

#madebyafriend

"You twats! Trying to gang up on me just because I'm the youngest brother. Now look at you both! So worn as my insoles."

Noah laughed and put the insoles back in his shoes where they belong. Slowly warping his brothers minds into mush.

"You wanted this bro. To be your big brothers socks. True you only wanted to be like thks3for 48 hours, but you were just way too comfortable to turn back to normal. Man your so worn out"

Noah peels his brother off his feet and tosses him in the trash.

"Next time you should make sure you know what your getting yourself into. Oh wait, there isn't gonna be a next time"

Noah chuckled and slipped on a clean pair of socks. His older brother was bugging him, now its his turn to be worn out.

Hahaha here, let’s look in this mirror, bro, so you can see your new form. The guy that taught me this magic spell to transform people into any object I want, told me you’d still be able to see, even with no eyes, and you see in 360° now! How cool is that? I don’t know if your dumbass has noticed yet, bro, but you’re not my tights. These are the first guy I used the spell on. You’re the second. You’re not my tights, you’re the exercise ball I’m sitting on! Hahaha how’s that feel, you bouncy inflated dumbass? Good? I bet. This is your life now, this is your purpose. My big, shiny blue ball to bounce my sweaty ass on and do my core workouts with. And you belong to everyone at this gym now, but I’m gonna make sure I choose you every time. Get used to being a ball!

Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account

Drake would often see the coworker in the cubicle across from him wearing his shoes sockless. He found his feet hot and, at times, fantasized about them. But he was nervous to approach his coworker about his foot fetish, unsure of how he would respond.

One day, Drake decided to take a chance on it. He sent a quick email to his coworkers station. In the email, he told him about how hot his feet look and how much he would love to massage them for him. He waited for a reply, so nervous about what he would say or think about it.

Drake received a reply that was thirty minutes later from Luke. Luke told him to meet him in the private break room at noon to see how serious he was about his feet. Drake was excited and yet nervous at the same time. It was a reply he didn't expect.

Drake meets Luke in the private break room as directed. Luke propped his feet on the chair next to him. "So, you admire my bare feet, show me," Luke requested. Drake got to his knees and removed his shoes. He began massaging his feet for a good five minutes while Luke snacked on some fresh fruit he brought with him to eat. Sometimes, he would look down at him, massaging his feet and smile.

"Give my feet some kisses while you massage them." Luke requested while messing with his phone. Drake kissed and massaged his feet. He noticed that Luke's feet had a little odor to them, but he loved it. He began licking between his toes and licking the soles of his feet.

Luke noticed his break time was almost up. He rather enjoyed this little foot worship session during lunch. He wanted it to continue while he worked. There was only one way to do that. He pulled out his TF phone that he carries with him sometimes. "I hope you won't mind, but I like for you to continue worshipping my bare feet. Hopefully, I won't forget to take you off before going home." He spoke to a confused look on Drake's face. He pressed a button on his TF phone, and a flash of light beamed at Drake. Where Drake once was, were a pair of clean van shoes. He put on the clean shoes and gathered up his old ones. Once back at his desk, he placed his old shoes in a bag on the side of his desk.

Drake didn't know exactly what happened when he saw the light flash at him. But he knew exactly what Luke had done to him the moment he saw a foot get secured on his face in a nice fit. The walking part further proved what he was now. Luke had turned him into a pair of shoes. Each step was cushioned by his face. It was quite painful to him, but probably felt good for Luke. This was not how he wanted to spend his time at work. He sensed that his senses were extremely heightened. The foot odor was far more intense than before. He slightly wanted to push them away but lacked the ability because he was now an inanimate object. He was forced to suffer under Luke's bare feet for the rest of the day.

Luke left his desk several hours later to go to the restroom. He was only gone a few minutes. When he returned, he saw the bag with his old shoes were gone from the side of his desk. He inquired about it from the coworker next to him. He was told one of the janitorial staff thought it was trash and took it. He went to go find him, only to find out the trash was already thrown in the compactor. There was no way to retrieve them.

Luke went back to his desk. That meant he would have to take Drake home with him. There was no way he was leaving work barefoot. It would look rather strange. There was a plus, though. Drake was really comfortable wearing barefoot. It's been a while since he found shoes this comfortable wearing without socks. He finished up his work day and headed home.

Drake heard the sound of Luke's car starting up. He felt himself being pressed on the break and gas pedals. Luke was leaving work, still wearing him. He tried to protest, but there was no way of doing so. He didn't want to go home with his coworker as his shoes even though he liked Luke's feet. He was a human being, not a pair of shoes. "My old shoes got thrown out by accident. So, I honestly had no choice but to wear you home. I promise in the morning to turn you back to normal." He heard Luke speak to him while he drove. His desire to worship his feet landed him in a precarious situation. He now only hoped that Luke would keep his promise.

SIX MONTHS LATER........

Luke's Van's looked so used up. He honestly liked them looking this way. Drake has been his shoes since he has been six months since he was humanly at work. He kept using him so much that he forgot to transform him back. By the time he remembered that he had promised to do so, it had already been too long. How was Drake to explain where he had been for six months? That would be a nightmare for his former coworker. It's best after all this time just to settle in being his shoes. In that way, Drake doesn't have to explain his whereabouts, and he gets to keep the most comfortable shoes he has ever worn. He just hoped his bare feet hadn't completely warped his mind after six months

Drake was loving every day his Master Luke wore him. At first, he hated it, but over time, he forgot he was ever human. He thought his master had bought him from a store. He loved being used by his Master's feet. There was no greater purpose than supporting his master with each step he took wearing him. He was always shoes from his perspective. He was always sad when his master took him off his feet and overjoyed when being worn. Even though it was painful being walked on or stood on every time, yet as long as his Master's feet were comfortable, it was all worth it. He was shoes belonging to his Master Luke. No other life could be better than this.

The soccer socks

You always had a thing for dirty used socks. Especially those of Brian, your soccer playing roommate. After every game he would use you as a foot bench so you could sniff and lick the hell out of them.

But you were never satisfied enough, you wanted more, so you got online and ordered a TF-gun.

A few days later it arrived just in time before he had to leave going on a seven-day soccer camp. After a quick explanation of your plan, Brian didn’t hesitate taking the gun out and putting the settings in.

You were still lying in bed when he came into your room and fired the gun, immediately your body starts to shrink taking on a white color, your limbs fusing together as you split in two and a Nike swoosh sign appears.

Brian immediately puts you on his dirty feet. As his foot slides in, you feel like your body is stretched out as it contours the shape of his foot, the smell and taste of his unwashed feet are divine as your senses are heightened to the max.

Walking around with you, Brian noticed how comfortable you are on his feet, the best socks he has ever worn. Before he puts on his cleats, he talks to you one last time making sure you know what you agreed to.

After a long day of running and training he takes his shoes off looking at you, you're drenched in his sweat to the point you're taking a more brownish colour instead of white.

You're already so far gone after only one day that he decides you're better off as a pair of socks than as a friend, breaking the TF-gun so you can never be changed back!

This is your life now just a pair of dirty smelly soccer socks for him, soaking up his sweat at practice and his cum at night.

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You sure its been over two weeks now and you are getting stupider each time i wear you and you went that bright to begin with. Who knew absorbing all the manly workout sweat would melt your brain down into a submissive mess so easily.  

<Mmmmmmm>

I can’t wait to turn you back and see how much of a sub ive turned you into.

@estoy77 Made this for me 🤤🥵

I can’t say no to his sock 🤤

"How the hell did you undo the transformation" Adam asked as you tried to get your now restored body to move. Months of being trapped as his slide had made it espicaly hard, your body no longer use to being able to move on its own, it haveing become accustom to all movement comeing from being attached to Adam's foot.

"I'm surprised you you still have some fight left in you" he said smerking as he walked closer towards your prone body.

Looking up from your back you watched helpless as he held his socked foot high above you, the worn sock looked alot worse in then it did a few month's ago now haveing the clear outline of Adam's foot imprinted in its fibers.

"Your not going to abandon your friend's are you, after all the time you have spent together" he said wriggleing his thick toes inside the trasformed sock that had once been your best friend.

"All four of you need to accept that you belong too my feet now, no more of this tranforming when my back is turned" he smiled and started to lower his socked foot towards you, it slowly filling your vision as your body started to surge with transformation energy.

"That's it don't fight it, accept what you we're allways meant to be"

You knew Adam was right, it was so hard to keep fighting it and you had used up so much strength transforming back into a human, it would be a lot less tireing if you just let go.....

Adam watched happly as you shrunk back down to match his size 12 feet, your body shifting under his as his socked foot pressed down on top of you, filling your mind with the familiar sensation of being worn.

"That's it allmost done" Adam said as your arms wrapped permanently around his foot in a tight embrace as a nike logo emerged from the fusion of former limbs.

"Their we go nice and snugg right where your belong" he said shifting his emence weight forward through your body and into the hard unforgiving ground below, silencing whatever complex thoughts we're left in your mind, your only desire to protect and cushion his feet forever.