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Flip-Flopped
“How about this?” Juan asked his buddy, Max, who was behind the camera, a tumblr writer and professional photographer who asked him to model for him. Max sighed as he looked at Juan, looking him up and down before shaking his head. “Hmmm I’m not feeling that pose either, try and be a bit more… like dominant.” Again Juan posed for the camera, but as usual, Max was not impressed, and took a second to think. “Look, buddy, I don’t think this will work out, but maybe I can interest you in a easier gig?”.
“So you know I work for transformation companies, right?” I have this model coming in to show off some footwear and I still need a flip-flop.” Juan made a confused face and backed up, hearing horror stories of souls being trapped in clothing and kept by the models as payment, but took a moment to think before agreeing. He knew Max for a few months now, He wouldn’t do that sort of demented trick.
“Great!” Max shouted happily “So we will do the photoshoot with the model and I will pay the model, and you’ll be human again in no time. Awesome! Just look at this machine.” Before Juan could open his mouth to ask any questions, Max shot the machine at him, sending a beam that quickly compressed and shrunk its victims body tissue and organs into a smaller shape, soon forming a high quality purple flip-flop, which fell to the ground. Juan could see and feel somewhat, but his vision was obscured. Max picked up the sentient footwear, treating Juan as just a ordinary footwear item, tossing him into a dark bag alongside another flip-flop, with a smirk. In the musky darkness of the bag, Juan wondered if the other flip flop, a perfect match of him for the other foot, was indeed also a trapped and transformed person.
After what seemed like a cold eternity, Juan felt his body picked up as his senses were flooded with light, before he was dropped to the ground. He could hear Max’s voice way above him taking to another mans voice, but could not make out any words. Flip flops don’t have ears after all. His attempts at listening were interrupted when a huge sweaty foot slid into him. He tried to squirm and struggle against the huge sweaty foot, but to no success. His entire realty was now the stink of a damp foot that had been trapped in sweaty socks and old trainers all day.
Up above, the wearer, Chris, laughed as Juan struggles amounted to a nice foot rub for his soles. “Damn dude, little guy is really fighting down there!” Mike laughed back as he prepared his camera. “Yup! And since he forgot to sign a contract, the company says he is all yours as extra payment when these photos are taken!”
It has a sweaty, cheesy, musky hellish hour for the flip-flop as his owner posed his feet in the living footwear. His feet rubbing its putrid sweat into the soles, Chris’s powerful heel weighing down on Juan’s body, the giant stinking toes tapping and scaping at his face. He could only hope this photo shoot would end soon so Max would turn him back, and quickly since a growing part of his mind was beginning to enjoy the sensations.
Max had taken all the photos he needed and finished up. He took the flip-flop off of Chris, and brought it to his face, sniffing Juan before whispering to it. ”Hey Juan, Lets not lie here, you enjoyed this, you need this, right buddy?” Juan shuddered his purple body in response. “Good boy!” he said happily as he threw the flip flop back to Chris’s foot, which happily embraced Juan once again,
Chris walked off, enjoying the support and comfort that Juan provided him. He smirked as he went to the airport and relaxed at the terminal, resting his feet on his flip-flop. He would get on the plane, and no one would ever know what happened to Juan, as his future was now just one of servitude to his master and owners foot…
False trust
When my stepbrother caught me sniffing his sweaty gym shoes, I thought I was done for. I figured he'd tell everyone and I'd never live it down. But instead of ratting me out, he came up with a wild idea.
"You're into feet, right? Like, you really dig the smell?" he asked. "Uh, yeah, pretty much," I admitted. "How about you become my shoes?" I was floored. I knew about those transformation guns from stories, but I never knew how to get one or use it. "You have a tf gun?" I asked, shocked. "Yep, and I'm in a hurry, got to hit the gym. So, what do you say?"
Before I could really think it through, he grabbed the gun, a gadget with a bunch of buttons and a small screen, and started pressing away. "It's tougher to change you completely, so let's just merge you with something. Go grab my gym shoes from my room," he instructed.
I knew exactly which ones—his white Nike Air VaporMax that he wore all the time for sports. If he wasn't wearing them, they were stashed in his gym bag in a plastic bag, marinating in sweat. After he busted me sniffing them, this was kind of a full-circle moment. Excited and a bit nervous, I fetched them.
"Okay, listen up," he said as I brought them over. "I'm going to fuse you with these shoes. You'll get to enjoy all the smells up close until I turn you back tomorrow. Cool?" I nodded, still in shock. He pointed the shoes at me and zapped me with the gun. In an instant, my body melded into the sneakers.
Immediately, the stench was overwhelming, way worse than any sniff I'd taken before. That's when he dropped another bomb. "Oops, looks like I cranked up your senses. And uh, I might've goofed the timer—set it for a year instead of a day. Hope you didn't have plans," he joked, not sounding sorry at all.
He picked me up, examining his handiwork. "Your face is now the insoles, limbs are the laces, and your torso's the rest of the shoe." As he twisted a shoe, it felt like I was being wrung out. "You'll survive, I guess. It's gonna be a hot summer, and you're gonna be my go-to pair," he smirked, tossing me to the floor. The impact sent a sharp pain through me. "Oh, and I fused your, balls with the bubbles on the bottom of my soles, so every step gives me an energy boost for my workouts. Tough break, but hey, you're part of the shoe now!"
With that, he slipped me on, and every step was agony. He toyed with me for a few minutes (see the link above), shifting his weight, then grabbed his gym bag. "Don't expect much chat until I switch you back. But, you're pretty comfy, might keep you this way," he laughed, heading out to the gym.
A couple of Scottish Foot Masters putting a fag slave in its place.
An Alpha God ending the life of a disobedient foot slave. Obey Him, or you'll be rotting on his Big Manly Sweaty Alpha soles too, slowly being reduced down into nothing but his Foot Stink!
A Straight Alpha Man turning his pathetic faggot "brother" into a Dirty Stinky sock for him to sweat and cum in as much as he wants, whenever he feels like it...looks like the fag's boyfriend couldn't handle such harsh torture, wounder if this one will break just as easily...
Smug Scottish Ned clames he's not seen your friends, but something definitely smells a foot...or rather, a sock...
A Chav Lad breaking in his new kicks.
This poor Cash Slave has to pay this cruel Foot Master $10,000,000 or his boyfriend will be fully absorbed into the Master's foot skin. Will he pay up in time, or is his boyfriend doomed to become this Bully's sweaty toejam?
Would you obey Him?
How much would you pay to become his sock?
Scottish Alpha comes across a group of fags on his way home from the pub...
And as always, the Alpha Jock wins! Any of you volunteering for the next round? Maybe he'll play fair this time...
A nerd's worst nightmare.
After your parents leave for the week, your two older Alpha brothers are left in charge, and they immediately put you in your place by turning your best friends into their socks.
Are you going to do what the say and willingly become their foot slave for the week? Or will you share in the stinky, sweaty fate of your friends? Your choice!
Once a lazy intern, always a lazy intern. At least this Tradie Lad has found a better use for them.