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"Son??? What happened??? Son??? Where am I??? Oh god, I'm s-socks??? Help! Someone help! These feet reek! HELP!"

But no one could hear the socks. His son Jake decided he had enough of his father taking all his pay from his job, so he saved up secretly and bought a TF drug and drugged his dad. His dad fell unconscious and turned into a pair of white socks. Jake smirked and slipped his dad on.

"Sorry old man, well not sorry actually. But you had pissed me off too much, so enjoy your new life on your sons feet"

Jake will wear his dad until he's full of holes, use him as a cum rag, and one day will toss him in the trash.

"Oh. I forgot. Happy birthday, dad!"

"You twat! You think just because your a teacher that I won't TF ya? Fuck no! Enjoy your new life as my socks. It'll be short lived, gonna put ya in the trash at the end of the day ya piece of shit"

Substitute teacher enters

"Oh hi sir. No idea where Mr Holmes went, he left the room and never came back"

Meanwhile Mr Holmes is mentally screaming for help.

"Welp. I was gonna turn you back to normal, bro. But you didn't even last the agreed week, now your stuck like this. Your mind is probably completely warped by now, and if not. Well enjoy your life like this, although I think I'm done with ya"

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

"You were trash anyway, so your where you belong now anyway."

Noah chuckled ane went back onto his phone, not giving his brother another moments thought.

You won! You finally won! You got VIP access to spend a whole afternoon with your favourite person in the entire world! Shawn Mendes!

You arrived all dressed, excited and ready to hang out with not only your favourite singer, but biggest celebrity crush. You hope this would lead to him banging you all night.

1 HOUR LATER.

You and Shawn are eating together in a fancy restaurant way to fancy and expensive for you.

Shawn: "Don't worry mate, I'm paying obviously"

You chuckle and blush. You order a nice meal, so does Shawn. You both have good long chats, he seems to enjoy your company.

1 HOUR LATER.

You have both left the restaurant and are on your way to the gym with Shawn, he wants to show you his workout routine. You both get to his gym and damnnnnn its a high end gym. All the the most expensive top quality gear. He runs you through his workout routine, you do some exercise with his guidance. He seems absolutely wonderful! Then something happened.

1 HOUR LATER.

"I'm soooo sooo sorry Shawn! I didn't mean to!"

You accidentally dropped a dumbbell onto one of his shoes and damaged it. Luckily he was currently just in his socks.

Shawn: "No no no honestly its fine, I have more at home, easily replaceable"

Shawn however has a dark secret. You wouldn't tell, but those shoes were once a fan, a fan who got too obsessed over him so Shawn dealt with the fan using a TF pill he specifically had scientists create. Now he's secretly popped on in your water bottle.

"So dry, need water"

You say and Shawn casually hads you your water. You drink the lot.

10 MINUTES LATER.

You and him are working out, sweat literally dripping off you both like its raining. Suddenly you feel... odd. Unusual. Like your.. hollow or something. You think nothing of it. Then suddenly you catch a look of yourself in a mirror. Your skin. Its turned white? Like proper white.

Shawn: "Don't worry. You'll be fine, soon your new life will start"

"What you on abo-"

You suddenly can't speak. Your body starts crushing itself. The pain!!! If your voice was still there you'd be screaming in pain.

CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH!

Your body shrinks, crushes down, more and more. You seem to split into two. Finally its over. But.. whats happened?

Shawn: "Fuck up my shoes, you become my new shoes"

What was he saying? You could still hear, smell, feel, taste. And you could SEE! You see into the same mirror but your just a pair of.. shoes?

"No no no no!"

You thought

"Anything but shoes! I hate feeeeeet!!!! Feet make me sick!!!!"

But no one can hear you. Shawn chuckled and one by one slips his large EXTREMELY SWEATY feet into you. The smell immediately makes you want to puke everywhere! The sweat soaking into you.

Shawn: "I'll turn you back in a week"

1 MONTH LATER.

You've been his shoes for a month. You've been sweated in so much. Shawns even used you like a fleshlight, and unfortunately since he's cummed into you.

Shawn: "Sorry mate, I forgot the golden rule. Don't cum on transformed people, it makes the change permanent. Anyway whatever, probably weren't gonna turn you back anyway"

And wirh that you'd never hear him talk to you again. If you had a face it would be horrified by hearing this is your life forever and ever. Your just his shoes.

1 YEAR LATER.

You've been worn so much. Cummed in so much. He's even used you as a urinal. And now he's finished with you. He tosses you into the fireplace in his home and things get hot. Real hot. You realise what is happening and literally mentally SCREAM!!!!!! As you are burned to ashes. Suddenly it all goes black. All your senses go. Your gone. While this is happening Shawn is slipping on another fan. And the cycle continues.

Your a massive fan of Iñaki Godoy and love him in One Piece as live action Luffy. One day you finally got to meet him and he seemed absolutely lovely.

You were working with him on a photoshoot, but he caught you in his dressing room sniffing his shoes. He didn't say anything, just pulled out his phone and suddenly it zapped you. You felt strange almost immediately. You started shrinking, and changing form.

It was pretty painful as your body is shrunken, crushed in on itself and then split into two. Then you turned yellow and into a new pair of shoes. Iñaki chuckled and slipped you on, tied the laces up.

"Wanna be a foot slave, you'll be my foot slave as my new shoes for the rest of your life"

Iñaki went for his photoshoot with you on. The weight of his feet making you feel like your being crushed constantly. His feet sweat, you get musky and wet from sweat. This is your life now. To serve Iñaki Godoys feet until one day he tosses you in the trash.

"You were just sooo damn annoying bro, had to deal with ya. Enjoy being my new nikes on my rancid feet bro for the next couple days"

Noah got fed up with his brother constantly borrowing cash from him and never paying him back, so Noah had enough. He used his TF device and turned his brother into a nice pair of nike trainers. He enjoyed watching his brother shrink, skin change colour and materiel and finally split into two and turn fully into trainers.

He slipped his brother on. It was gonna be a shoer punishment, but the second he slipped his brother on he decided.

"Ohhh damnnn bro. Was only gonna be a couple days, but fuck your so comfortable. Sorry bro, get used to this because its your life now"

Noah never spoke to his new trainers again. It would be odd if someone saw him talking to his clothes. He wore his brother every day for a year until he finally wore the trainers out. He threw them in the trash and slipped on a new pair. His brothers husband. And so the cycle continues.

You were an absolute piece of shit. You bumped into the comedian Mae Martin and decided to be horrible to them because they came out as non-binary. You called them horrible names and even spat in their face because your a piece of shit.

Mae decided you needed to be taught a lesson. So they got their phone out and used a TF app and zapped you. You found yourself within moments turned into some black boots. Mae took off their old boots and slipped you on.

Mae chuckled and stomped the ground causing you lots of pain.

Mae: "Gonna treat me like shit huh? Well now your gonna live the rest of your life as these boots"

Mae resumed their walk and even met a few fans and had a splendid time with some fans. You meanwhile were in hell. In pain and trapped on their feet as their new boots. You really fucked up and should respect people's choices in life.

// Just a little TF story about Mae Martin and how disrespecting non binary people is a disgraceful thing to do. Respect everyone equally. Also this writer has a huge crush on Mae Martin lol.\\

"First things first. My brother Harry is my socks. My other brother Jake is my shoes. And my oldest brother is this cig I'm smoking"

Noah said to his best friend Alistair. Alistair seemed kinda freaked out by this. He turned his brothers into socks, shoes, and even a cigarette and is smoking him.

Alistair: "Dude, this is nuts. The socks and shoes I suppose is fine, they alive. But your smoking your big bro into nothing"

Noah chuckled and blows smoke at Alistair.

"Yeah, well he's much better as this cig than he was before. And as for Harry and Jake, they alive for now. But once I've worn em out, they going into the trash compactor at home. But I can see your afraid of this so let me fix that"

Alistair attempted to get out of the car, but before he could there was a bright flash. In Alistairs place is now a shrunken Alistair. Noah picks him up, looks at him. He's screaming such a tiny voice. Noah pops him in his mouth. GULP! Swallowed him.

"There there, enjoy the digestion process"

Noah knew Alistair all their lives. Just shows ya that no one even his BFF or family is safe from Noah.

Your mates were laughing their heads off. Your mate Noah showing you off on his feet. He used his new TF device and turned you into a pair of white socks the other day and is worn you so much already.

He originally asked to turn you into socks and you said no. So he did it without your permission. He knows fully well how you feel about feet. You hate feet so much, even a glimpse of your own foot makes you almost vomit.

Noah tells his mates about this, one of them didn't believe him so he turned one into the shirt he has on. Noah has a strict no humanity returns policy, so you and his other mate are like this forever.

2 WEEKS LATER

A couple weeks had passed and Noah has really put you through the some stuff. Your fabric is already thinning and he's not washed you once, you absolutely reek.

As for his mate who was that shirt, that got a hole in it so he tossed the shirt in the trash. He has used you ass cumrags as well, lapping up his nut, and Noah nuts a heck of a lot. He loves that you are conscious, all your senses increased by a factor of 10.000%, he chose that much so you'll feel, smell, taste everything so much.

6 MONTHS LATER

Noah takes one final pic of ya, your so wrecked, holes all over, your so filthy and reek so bad. Fuck knows how bad it is for your senses. Noah peels ya off his rank feet and dips you in lighter fluid and then ignites ya. Your last moment is that of screaming as you burn up into nothing.

Noah slips on two new clean socks. His two brothers were really annoying him so he gave them a new purpose in life. Being his brothers socks and they'll share the same fate as you.

You just wanted to get a sniff on your favourite YouTubers shoes. Hou creeped into his gym and got to his locker, picked the lock and got out his shoes. You were just about to take in a deep inhale when you heard a voice.

"What the fuck? How'd you get my shoes? And are you gonna sniff them???"

Ethan had caught you in the act. He walks up to you fast. He pulls off one of his old worn out gym shoes and shoves it on your face.

"Huff that you foot freak. Yeah smell that? Thats 3 years of an old fan being my sneakers. Now its your turn"

You seemed confused. The smell was actually disgusting to you. Ethan pulled his phone out and took a picture of you. Suddenly you feel strange. Ethan seemed to be getting bigger. No. Your getting smaller you realise.

After about 10 seconds you had shrunken. Now your skin, body starts to change. Some of you turn a dark red, others turn white. And its painful as fuck! Your crying in pain the whole time.

After 30 seconds Ethan picks you up. Except you are now red and white nike sneakers. He kicks off the other one he had on. Keep in mind those old sneakers were a fan 3 years ago. He slips you on, ties your laces and heads home. He never spoke to you again.

3 YEARS LATER

By now your mind is basically melted away. Oh you are still somewhat aware, but his disgusting sweaty rank feet melted your mind into nothing. You live to serve your GOD Ethan Nestor. He's cummed on and inside you so much. Your insoles are rotten, imprinted with Ethans feet.

Nowvhe just took you off and put you on a table outside. Ethans having a garage sale and put you on sale for $10 only. Your worthless but he knows there are many foot whores who'd love Ethans worn out reeking rank shoes.

Someone buys you and you are someone elses property now.

Mismatched

So you decided to live out this crazy fantasy: turning into Jacob's sneakers for a day. In the gym locker room, while he swapped into his workout gear, you hunted down his locker and found a pair of shoes you'd never seen before. Using this quirky app, you set yourself to be sneakers for exactly one day and even cranked up your sense of smell for a real kick.

Once you hit 'Enter', you tossed your stuff in an empty locker and bam, you were Jacob’s brand-new Nikes. But man, even fresh out of the box, they stank like Jacob had marathoned in them—sweat city.

As he started lacing up, he grumbled, "Not this again," and ripped out the white laces. He swapped them for some flashy red ones. That was a huge problem. You needed those original laces to change back later. Just as you noticed the snapped aglet on the old lace, Jacob chucked them into the trash and walked off.

Now, you were stuck as his stinky sneakers, marinating in his sweat all through summer. And it turned out, this was just the start. You endured many summers squished under Jacob until he finally decided you were trashed enough to toss for real.

Noah slipped his brother and his husband on his rancid feet and laughed.

"This'll teach you two to fuck on my bed and leave cumstains everywhere"

His brother Jake and his brothers husband Clint were in physical hell, and Noah adjusted their bodies senses to be increased by a million percent, so they can smell everything so much.

Noahs feet are so rancid, its as if he has his shoes full of horse shit. He resumes his day of jogging, working out, really breaking in his new socks. If anyone is interested, his brother Jake is the right sock!

5 YEARS HAD PASSED!!!

The once white socks were so used, rotten, they look like black socks now. Noah washed them recently but nothing got cleaned.

Noah decides its time.

He PEELS off the socks and puts them both on the ground and drops a lit matchstick on them and walks away laughing as his brother and his brothers husband burn into nothing but ash, the ash then blows away in the wind. 😈😈😈😈

Must suck

“That’s what you get, Mike. Becoming my sneakers right before the start of summer must suck! You always complained about my smelly shoes, now you get to be them,” laughed Jake as he zapped Mike with the transformation gun.

Mike felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing more than Jake’s worn-out sneakers. The stench was rancid and overwhelming, far worse than he had ever imagined.

Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed sneakers. “This week is going to be the hottest of the year. I hope you don’t mind, actually, I don’t really care!”

Every step Jake took was torture for Mike. The sweat, the pressure, and the heat were unbearable. Jake ran, jumped, and deliberately stomped on the ground hard, furthering Mike’s silent suffering.

Days turned into weeks and months, and Jake wore the same socks, ensuring maximum discomfort. By the end of summer, the shoes were filthy and reeked horribly, but as the trainers were switched for winter boots and instead of being freed from his torment Mike found himself in a plastic bag in Jake’s closet, ready to be used the following summer.

Game Over Part 1

“Enjoy your new life, Chris. Becoming my soccer socks right before the big tournament must be a nightmare! You always whined about my smelly feet, now you get to be up close and personal,” sneered Alex as he zapped Chris with the transformation gun.

Chris felt his body warp and twist until he was nothing more than Alex’s sweat-soaked soccer socks. The stench was overwhelming, far worse than he could have imagined.

Alex pulled on his newly transformed socks. “This tournament is going to be brutal. I hope you can handle it, but honestly, I don’t care!”

Every sprint, kick, and pivot was agony for Chris. The sweat, the pressure, and the constant movement were unbearable. Alex made sure to run extra hard, relishing Chris’s silent suffering.

Weeks of grueling practice and games passed, with Alex wearing the same, unwashed socks to ensure maximum discomfort. By the end of the tournament, the socks were filthy and reeking horribly. Instead of releasing Chris, Alex tossed the worn-out socks into a plastic bag, shoving them into the back of his locker.

“Maybe next season, Chris. Enjoy the dark,” Alex laughed as he walked away, leaving Chris trapped in darkness, dreading every future moment as Alex’s socks.

Trapped in the Briefs

“You’re in for it now, Mark. You always complained about my smell, and now you’re going to get a front-row seat,” grinned Ethan, holding the transformation gun. Before Mark could react, Ethan zapped him, and Mark felt his body contort and shrink until he was nothing but Ethan’s tight, musky Gymshark briefs.

Ethan pulled the briefs on, trapping Mark in the suffocating fabric. The smell was overpowering—sweat, musk, and an unbearable staleness filled Mark’s senses. To make matters worse, Mark’s senses were heightened after the transformation. Every smell, touch, and sensation was intensified. “Oh, by the way, I made sure your senses are super sensitive now. Enjoy!” Ethan chuckled.

Ethan, who was dairy intolerant, made sure to consume a large amount of dairy and protein right after putting on Mark. The effect was immediate and brutal. As the day went on, every movement was torture for Mark. The heat, the pressure, and the constant friction were relentless. But the worst was yet to come. Ethan smirked, adjusting his waistband. “Better hold your breath, if you can.”

Without warning, Ethan let out a loud fart, the rancid smell seeping through the fabric and into Mark’s very being. The odor was nauseating, and there was no escape. Ethan made sure to keep consuming dairy products throughout the day, ensuring a steady stream of gas.

Ethan didn’t stop there. It was the middle of summer, and he decided to go for an intense workout session at the gym. The sweat poured off him, soaking into the briefs. Mark was overwhelmed by the combined assault of sweat, musk, and the relentless farting.

Ethan didn’t bother showering after his workout. He wore Mark all day, and by the end, the briefs were soaked with sweat and reeked horribly. The constant sweating and gas attacks were unbearable for Mark.

As night fell, Ethan stripped off the briefs and tossed them carelessly into the laundry hamper. “By the way, you’re going to stay that way for the whole summer,” he laughed. “See you tomorrow, Mark.”

Mark was left to endure the suffocating darkness, dreading the torment that awaited him for the rest of the summer.

Trapped in the Cleats

"Time to see how you like being under my feet, Ryan," said Jake, smirking as he held up the transformation gun. Before Ryan could react, Jake zapped him, and Ryan felt his body twist and shrink until he was nothing but Jake's worn-out cleats.

Jake slipped his feet into the newly transformed cleats, feeling Ryan's essence trapped within. "Perfect. Just in time for our summer training sessions."

Jake knew that Ryan's senses were heightened after the transformation, which made the experience even worse for him. Every movement, every drop of sweat, and every foul odor was magnified. The stench of old sweat and the musty interior of the cleats overwhelmed Ryan's senses, and the heat was unbearable.

Jake made sure to work out extra hard, running drills and scrimmages in the blazing summer sun. The sweat poured off him, soaking into the cleats and making Ryan's torment even more intense. Jake could feel Ryan's silent suffering with every step and relished the power he had over him.

Jake also had a habit of not washing his cleats or socks, ensuring maximum discomfort for Ryan. The smell of sweat and the constant pressure were relentless. Jake's smirk grew wider every time he felt Ryan's misery.

"By the way, Ryan, you're going to stay this way for the whole summer," Jake said, sitting down to take a break, his cleats resting on the soccer balls. "I hope you enjoy every minute of it."

Ryan was left to endure the suffocating heat, the overwhelming stench, and the constant movement, knowing that his torment would last for months. There was no escape from the darkness and the relentless agony.

Permanent Position

Lucas loved soccer, but his best friend Tom was obsessed. Every practice, every game, Tom never stopped talking about his passion. Lucas often joked about Tom's commitment, but today, things would take a different turn.

It was the start of summer, and the heat was brutal. Lucas had always been slightly envious of Tom's dedication and skill on the field. After another day of listening to Tom's endless soccer talk, Lucas decided to play a prank on his friend.

Without saying a word, Lucas brought out the transformation gun he'd secretly obtained. The idea was simple yet cruel: he'd turn Tom into his soccer socks for the rest of the season. As Tom rambled on about his favorite team, Lucas aimed and fired.

Tom didn't notice the change immediately. One moment he was chatting animatedly, the next he was shrinking, warping, and finally, he was nothing more than a pair of white soccer socks.

Lucas picked up the socks, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Sorry, buddy, but you were just too good at soccer. Time for you to really be part of the game."

He pulled the socks onto his feet, feeling the snug fit. The heat was already making him sweat, and he knew Tom could feel every bit of it. The first few steps were strange, knowing his best friend was now his socks, but Lucas quickly adjusted. He had a game to play.

The match was intense. Lucas ran, jumped, and kicked with all his might, every movement a new agony for Tom. The heightened senses meant Tom felt every ounce of sweat, every painful impact. The stench of the sweat-soaked socks was overpowering, far worse than anything he'd experienced before.

As Lucas sprinted down the field, he could almost hear Tom's silent screams. The thought gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction. "You always wanted to be close to the action, Tom. How's this for close?"

The game continued, and Lucas pushed himself harder, knowing that Tom was suffering with every step. The heat of the summer sun only made things worse, and the socks were drenched by halftime. But Lucas didn't slow down. He played harder, ensuring maximum discomfort for Tom.

After the final whistle blew, Lucas sat on the bench, panting. He could feel the damp, reeking socks clinging to his feet. "Well, Tom, that was quite a game," he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. "But guess what? You're just too comfortable, I think I am going to keep you like this."

Lucas stood up, feeling the squelch of sweat in his socks. He walked to his locker, knowing Tom was trapped in the suffocating darkness, doomed to endure every game, every practice, and every moment of Lucas's athletic life.

"Your looking for your boyfriend Harry huh? Well we were playing a bit of basketball in the yard. Winner gets to turn the loser into whatever he wants. Your boyfriend lost. Huh? Your already huffing him huh? Well good thing you like him like this, I accidentally made it permanent"

This was Jakes boyfriend Harrys first time hearing he is permanently socks, and his boyfriend is huffing his damp fabric form. He knew he was fucked, permanently socks on his best friends rancid feet.