Sock Transformation - Tumblr Posts
Story request by @thetfer
I had been going through my closet, looking at my clothes. Some of them are fans of my TF blog who wanted to be objects I own. Some of them are unwilling objects just because I decided to TF them for fun. Of course, not all them ended up being written about, but some were.
One day, while checking my DMs, I saw one who followed my blog, who was complaining about my TF activity. Thetfer was upset at what I had been doing. He was downright rude about it, in fact. I really didn't have an issue with turning my fans and followers into objects, but apparently, he did. So I decided to ignore his complaint.
After several weeks, thetfer messages were starting to get on my nerves, and something had to be done about it. I invited him to meet me at a local park to discuss his concerns in person. I assume he would be scared to voice his concerns in person, but he actually came.
Thetfer voiced that I was cruel for what I was doing and even threatened to call the authorities on my activities if I didn't cease. I had no intentions of stopping my TF fun. I remained silent while he talked. What he didn't know was that I have my TF device set up in my car pointing directly at the park bench we were sitting on. With remote in hand, I stood up and stepped a few feet from the bench. I hit the remote button. A ray of light struck him.
I watched as he quickly started shrinking in size. "You complained about my TF activity and that it wasn't fair. Now you get to see first hand why you really shouldn't have complained to me." I told him. He begged and pleaded for me to let him go, but I was too much enjoying the moment. I was looking forward to a fresh pair of insoles.
Finally, the transformation was complete. I picked up the insoles on the bench and brought them home with me. I laid them on the bed so that I could determine which pair of shoes to put them in.
These shoes was a fan that obsessed with me. So I decided if I was his obsession, he would be a perfect pair of shoes. Unfortunately, he wasn't very comfortable to wear, even though I wore him often. My foot odor saturated the insides of the poor loser. I almost felt bad for him, almost. Seeing that thetfer could make this loser more comfortable, I stuffed inside the foul stench.
I tried them on, and oh my goodness, the shoes felt much better to wear thanks to thetfer. I thought about thanking him, but who really gives praises to insoles. It's their job to make our shoes comfortable for us to wear. There was no need to thank it.
Thetfer was hurting painfully as anon-sect crushed him under his feet. He wished he had never gone to meet him or complain so much. He wished the pain was the only bad part, but the shoe he was in smelled so bad that he would have gaged if he had a physical mouth. It was the most foul foot odor he had ever encountered. He mentally pleaded to be set free. Anon-sect continued to keep the shoes on going about his day, not concerned about the well-being of his new insoles.
Thetfer had been insoles for about two weeks, being switched from shoe to shoe, serving anon-sect feet. It was a never-ending torture. No matter which pair of shoes he wore, he was always the insoles inside them. Nothing but daily torture. He thought this existed was hopeless till he heard his boyfriend confronting anon-sect about his whereabouts.
I was upset at seeing thetfer's boyfriend up in my face about his disappearance. Somehow, I thought I had gotten away like I always do. But I knew how to fix the issue. Fortunately for me, I also have a TF phone. I took it out quickly. I put in the setting of a pair of white AND1 socks. Before his boyfriend could figure out what was going on, I snapped the picture. He was gone. In his place was my new pair of socks.
I took off my shoes to speak to my insoles for the first time in a long while. "If you were hoping your boyfriend would rescue you, I am dashing your hopes right now. He is my socks. You really are a lucky pair of insoles. Who knows who you will deliver to me for me to transform them." I laugh as I take off my current socks and put on my new socks. They felt wonderful. "Your boyfriend is on my feet now. At least you will be close to him." I laugh more and put my shoes back on with my special pair of insoles inside them.
Thetfer mentally begged anon-sect for forgiveness and to let both of them go, but with no means to convey this, he saw that he and his boyfriend were stuck this way. It was a horrible existence to live the rest of his life serving his feet. He just wished he would just give him a day or two break instead of being used every day. Unfortunately, he was insoles and had no right to determine how much he was used.
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.
Request for @inanimatetffantasies , also the picture source
Jace had a good friend that was going to be in town for a sports event. Corey had planned to be there for a few days before flying back home. When he saw his friend Jace stayed in the same city. He thought he might be able to save a little money on his trip.
Corey asked Jace if he didn't mind staying with him for the few days, to which he had no problem with the request. Corey had saved a few bucks. He was also happy that Jace offered to pick him up from the airport as well. It would be a nice weekend, he thought. He would arrive on that Friday and fly back on Monday. The sports event was on Saturday and Sunday. He saved a lot thanks to his friend Jace.
On Friday night, Corey and Jace were having a Netflix night and some drinks. They both were friends from the college days and haven't seen each other for the past six years. It was a good time of catching up with each other. Jace had gone back into the kitchen to get them both another drink.
Corey noticed a small bottle of different colored gummies sitting by the television. There was no label to it. He decided to try one since they looked tasty. He had pulled one out and dropped it in his mouth just as Jace came back into the room. He saw the look of shock on his friend's face as though he had done something wrong.
"I knew I should have put those away before you came." Jace spoke; he never intended anyone he cared about to ever eat one of those gummies. They were only reserved for people who he thought deserved a little punishment. "I hate that you already eat one. There is no way to reverse the change once started. I will work on a solution so that you aren't stuck that way forever." He added to a confused look on Corey's face.
"I have no clue what you are talking about, but the gummy tasted good. What did you mean by no reversing the change once it's started?" He asked as he suddenly had a weird feeling. The room started to look bigger in size, including Jace.
"Those are my TF gummies I created. I would give one to someone I didn't like and thought they needed to be punished. It will transform you into an inanimate object. What you become depends on what color you eat. Sorry to say I haven't developed a reversal formula just yet, but I have been working on it." Jace paused, yet curious at what his old college friend will become. "What color gummy did you eat by the way?" He asked as he watched Corey shrink even further down in size. He was already down to 2.5 feet tall.
"This is crazy, and you have no way of reversing it." Corey screamed as his skin was changing. "It was a white one." He added. He noticed that his skin was turning to cotton and soft. His size continues to decrease by the second. He soon found himself not able to move as he lay on the floor looking up at his giant friend.
"Sorry to tell you, but you will become a pair of white socks, a perfect size for my feet." Jace paused as he considered actually wearing him. He was close to developing a reversal formula, though. "I wonder how you will feel on feet. I say we try it once the transformation is complete." He added, smiling.
Corey didn't like the thought of being worn on foot like footwear, but the transformation was complete. He was a perfect pair of white socks. He had no means to voice his objection to being worn or a way to stop Jace from wearing him. He felt powerless in his friends hands as he was placed on feet. The feeling was slightly degrading as he felt the wiggling of toes. His sense of smell and taste was heightened beyond his normal sensation. He could taste the saltiness of his feet and smell a strong foot odor. He wanted so badly to peel himself off his friend's foot, but no ability to do so.
Jace loves the way the socks feel on foot. They were so comfortable. He never got bored of wearing human transformed objects. They were the most comfortable clothing to wear and the most durable. He usually didn't care about reversing the transformation, but the socks on his feet were a good friend who ate the wrong gummy. He didn't have to wear him, but it would also be a shame not to use a pair of durable socks at the same time. He would work on a reversal formula just for Corey.
FIVE MONTHS LATER......
Jace had done it. He actually created a reversal formula that would revert the transformed object back to normal form. He tested on a hamster that he feed one of the gummies to. The hamster was turned into a pair of nice underwear. He poured several drops of the reversal formula on it and the underwear became the hamster once again. Even though his friend was supposed to only spend a weekend at his place, it ended up being a five month stay so far. But he really didn't have any complaints. Corey was a good pair of socks. He laid the socks on the floor and did the same as he did for the hamster. Nothing happened, Corey still remained in sock form. He wondered why it didn't work, till he remembered something. Three weeks back, he was watching a porn video and grabbed the nearest sock. He jerked off in it. Not just it, but both socks. He realized that the socks he jerked off in was Corey. Since his DNA was mixed in with the socks, it prevented the formula from working. One night of a porn video doomed Corey to be his permanent pair of socks.
At first, he sort of felt bad about it. Then he thought, if Corey hadn't been so nosey about the gummies, he would not have been turned into a pair of socks. He thought had Corey asked first, and then he would not have been his socks for these five months. So, he thought he shouldn't be too torn up about it. Besides, he used Corey to work out and wore him nearly every day. He was just that comfortable pair of socks. There was one silver lining for Corey. He would last for a very long time serving his feet.
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. 😈😈😈😈
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.
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.
Robert had needed $5000 to pay for the repairs on his car, but didn't have it. He really needed his car repaired, and was tired of bumming rides or asking for friends to constantly pick him up and take him places. He saw an online advertisement for financial assistance guaranteed. He called the number and spoke with a guy named Genie. He thought it was a weird name, but he needed the help. The following morning, he took a cab to Genie's office to receive financial aid to his situation.
Robert saw that Genie was a tall 6'2" tall athletic guy with a strong muscular body. He shook his hand and explained how much he needed and what he needed it for.
"I can definitely grant you financial aid." Genie spoke as he snapped his fingers. Instantly a piece of paper appeared before him. He slid the paper over to Robert. "Where you see an X, just initial it and sign at the bottom." He pointed at certain areas on the paper.
Robert read a few lines and initial where he was supposed to. He looked down at the fine print and read it. There was a line that needed a name on it. "What am I suppose to write here?" He asked.
"Oh yes, I need you to write in a friend's name there. It's sort of a trade off for granting financial aid. The money is all yours to do with as you please, but I must have a friend's name, someone you know well." Genie paused for a moment with a serious look on his face. "The paper will know if you are lying to me. I need a real friend's name there." He added.
Robert needed the money badly. He wrote in his best friend's name. Genie snapped his fingers and the paper vanished. "Your money will be in your bank account in the morning. Also, the deal here is finalized, there is no changing it." Genie told him as he escorted him out of his office.
Robert wondered what he meant by finalized. In any way, he wasn't going to worry about it. He would have his money in the bank in the morning and his car would be fixed.
Will suddenly felt strange. He thought he was at work, but now found himself in another place. Also that he was unable to move. He heard a voice approach him. "Will, I assume. Your friend Robert made a deal with me to receive financial aide from me in exchange of giving me one of his friends for me to own for their rest of their life." The voice paused as he felt himself being picked up. "You do make a nice pair of socks. I think I should test you out at the gym today. That would be a good way to break you in." The voice added. Will screamed, but no sound came out. The thought that he was a pair of socks sicked him. He thought he was dreaming till he felt a foot enter his body and to endure it a second time. The wiggling of toes confirmed what the voice told him, he was literally a pair of socks. At least the feet hadn't smelled bad yet.
Genie like the way the socks felt. He put on his gym clothes and picked out his favorite pair of shoes to wear.
Genie had bought the shoes at least three years ago and has worn them to just about every workout session at the gym. To break in his new socks, he thought no better time like the present. The current insoles were actually two former humans who were sold away for those who wanted his special services. He sniffed them and saw the shoes smelled ripe. The thought of being trapped in that was something he would not want to experience, but his insoles had been in their for the past two years. Their minds are probably so warped by now. They probably couldn't think straight. Their friends actually tried to bargain to get them back, but his magic was a final deal. Once the wish is granted, their friends belong to him forever. At least they got their wishes granted without having to pay it back. Genie put in his sneakers and went for a walk to the gym, which was only two blocks away from his place.
Will thought being worn on feet was the worse it could get, but he found he was so wrong. Being crushed under foot with each step increased his torment. Next came being shoved against his will inside a smelly prison that is a pair of sneakers. He could tell the sneakers were well used over several years. The owner's foot stench was everywhere. He was trapped in it. He mentally screamed for the guy to let him go, but his thoughts fell on deaf ears.
By the time Genie reached the gym, he felt his socks were slightly soaked in foot sweat. He almost felt bad for the guy, especially since his friend unknowingly sold him off to pay some debt. He decided he would start on the treadmill first before going to the weights. A nice jog would feel good and get the blood pumping.
Will want death so badly. Tasting his owner's sweat was horrible. He now felt his sock bodies saturated with the stench and sweat of the guy's feet. He could tell what the guy was doing next by the motion of the feet he was trapped on. The constant crushing increased in motion. He was jogging. The torture felt never ending.
Genie eventually returned home after the gym. His feet felt amazing. The new socks were working out greatly. He decided that the guy would be his permanent workout socks. Every workout session and gym session, he would wear him from now on. He didn't feel bad for the loser since his friend sold him away so easily.
The following day, Genie saw he had a missed call Robert. He had a feeling why he called him, but he wanted to confirm his suspensions. So he called back.
"Are you satisfied? Did the money request come in handy." Genie asked him, smiling slightly as he wiggled his toes in his socks. He was still wearing the poor guy on his feet since yesterday. He was just too comfortable to take off just yet.
"The money helped out fine. My car is in the shop being worked on. But I tried calling my friend Will and couldn't reach him, nor was he at home or work." Robert paused as he remembered writing Will's name on the bottom of the paper. "I was just curious if his disappearance has anything to do with that fine print." He added. He heard Genie laughing on the phone.
"You remember seeing on the contract that the money was yours and you didn't have to pay it back?" He asked after he finished laughing while knowing his socks would not like to hear this conversation.
"Yes, I thought it was strange, but was glad I don't have to pay it back. What does this have to do with Will?" He asked, hoping he was thinking the reason why his close friend was missing.
"That's the reason why you don't have to pay me back. You basically sold your friend to me in exchange for granting your wish. Will belongs to me now, forever." He spoke to an upset Robert.
"Where is my friend? I want him back now!" Robert screamed over the phone, highly upset over what he mistakenly done without realizing it. "What have you done with him?" He added more. He didn't realize that granting his wish would mean selling off a friend to be a slave to some guy.
"Don't worry, he isn't dead. In fact he will live a very long time." Genie pause to create a dramatic effect for his next words. "As my socks to wear as often as I want. Actually, I have been currently wearing him since yesterday. He really is a comfortable pair of socks." He laughed as he heard Robert cursing and screaming at him over the phone.
Robert calmed down. "Please, give him back." He pleaded as he was so sorry for what he did to Will. He would have never signed the contract or his name if he knew this was the consequences of granting his wish."Please, let me have him back. I will repay the money if that is the only way." He added with remorse in his voice. Yet again he only heard a taunting laughter.
"My magic wish granting contracts are final. Once signed, whoever you trade for the wish to be granted belongs to me, and I never let go of my new possessions." Genie paused. "I will take good care of him as he takes good care of my feet. Have a nice day." He spoke and hung up on him. There was no going back. He sold Will to him, and he wasn't getting him back. "You are my socks forever thanks to your friend, Will. Enjoy my feet for the rest of your life." He laughed as he relaxed in his socks, not caring how Will felt. He was just socks now.
"Damn, little gay boy didn't last a month with my foot. Fuckin' pathetic. Whatever though guess I'll hit up the gay bars again, guys are all over me there, or rather they will be when I make them into my footwear." 😈
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Just an idea I had when I saw this. Hope you like.
Eric has ten employees he supervised in his department at work. He had a level of respect for each of them. The only thing he required was the same level of respect back. But there was one employee who was a major thorn in his side. He did enough to keep himself employed, but every time he had to be corrected, he showed a lack of respect to his position. He really wanted to fix this issue to make life at work much easier.
Eric had heard of a guy named Genie who was solving financial issues but helped in other ways. He had to see if he could help solve his disrespectful employee problem. He called and set up a meeting on the next day.
Eric met Genie at his office. "How can I help you, since you aren't interested in money? Most of my clients are usually here for those partucular reasons." He asked Eric.
Money wasn't an issue currently, but an employee was. "I have this one employee that is really annoying, but I have no grounds on which to fire him. And he won't quit. I just want him dealt with where he is no longer an issue or concern for me." Eric explained his slightly strange request, wondering how a guy named Genie can solve it.
Genie snapped his fingers and a magical contract instantly appeared before him. He looked it over before turning it around for Eric to sign it.
Eric was amazed how an old looking form of paper instantly appeared out of nowhere. "Are you some kind of magician?" He asked as Genie turned the paper for him to read. "Let's just say my magic is far more ancient than some magician. Just sign and initial the highlighted areas. Also, on the bottom in the fine print, I need you to write in a name, it has to be a close friend or a close acquaintance you know well." Genie responded to his question.
Eric read and signed at the same time. He understood what was on the old parchment looking paper. The wish would be permanent with no reversal. But what confused him was that he had to provide a name at the bottom. And it had to be a close friend or acquaintance. "Why do I need to write a name down here if I have already signed?" He asked him curiously.
"You see, I don't grant wishes for free. I require something in exchange. The name you provide will belong to me as my possession. Otherwise, I won't grant it." Genie spoke his response, waiting on Eric to finish signing it.
Eric thought of who he should write in. He didn't want to put in the name of someone close to him he cared about. That would be cruel. He then had the perfect name. It was someone he knew by acquaintance really good, but was also annoying. He honestly wouldn't care what Genie did with him. He wrote in Jake on the line and handed the paper back over to Genie.
Genie looked it over one more time and saw everything was in order. He snapped his fingers, and the parchment vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. "Your wish will be granted in the morning. Just remember, it's permanent. It will not be reversed. I think that concludes our business." Genie motioned him toward his office door.
Eric left wondering how his annoying employee situation would be dealt with. He was told it would be handled by the morning. He couldn't wait to see what would happen.
The next morning, Eric took his shower as normal, but when he came out, he saw a pair of white AND1 socks with a small note beside it. He read the note: here is Malcolm. He is now your pair of socks, enjoy them as you please. Sign, Genie. P.S. there is no reversal if you should happen to feel any remorse.
Malcolm was just having breakfast when suddenly he found himself laid out in a strange place. His body was split in half, and he couldn't move at all. Nor could he physically speak or utter any sound. It was like being trapped in your own mind with no escape. He hated this feeling. He then heard a familiar voice approach. "Wow, he really did solve my Malcolm issue. He made him into my personal pair of socks. I literally get to wear him." He heard as the familiar voice laughed afterward. He knew exactly whose voice it was. It was his supervisor, Eric. Did he hear right? Was he turned into a pair of socks? He quickly realized it was his current reality when he felt Eric picked him up and slid his foot into his sock body. Even though Eric's foot was clean with no odor, it still sickened him at the thought that he was now wrapped around his supervisor's foot. He then experienced it a second time as the other sock was put on. He felt Eric wiggling his toes in him. He screamed so many curses at him and realized Eric didn't hear a single one. He was a powerless pair of socks, and Eric was his owner.
Eric loved the way Malcolm felt on his feet. He would make him his favorite pair of socks. The thought that Malcolm would be at work but providing support for his feet made him smile. The annoying employee became useful to him. The best part was that his socks couldn't speak. No more disrespectful tone coming from him, nothing but bliss silence from the only employee he had that got on his nerves. He then thought about the one whom he gave up to get his wish granted. He wondered what Genie would do with him, even though he honestly didn't have any concern for his well-being.
Jake felt strange. The last thing he remembered was being in his bed. Now he felt like he was somewhere else. He was in a dark place and wrapped around something that felt familiar. He tried to speak but found he no longer had the ability. He tried to move, but his motion was minimal at best. All the most he could accomplish was squirming motion.
Genie felt his underwear moving. He laughed at the futile attempt to escape his current fate. The wish was granted, which meant Jake was permanently his. The good thing was the guy that gave him Jake didn't even care what happened to him. But he would let Jake know of his fate. Suddenly, he had the urge to fart. He let out a long five second fart. He laughed as he finished because he remembered making the guy's face be in the ass part of the underwear. He literally just farted in his face. He really felt the underwear squirm like crazy. He laughed even more.
Jake tried to get away from the smell as an almost toxic gaseous smell bombarded his face. It was so ranchid that he would have gagged or vomited if he had an actual mouth. He realized his reality. He was underwear, and his face was at the rear end of the underwear. He was looking directly at another guy's ass and there was no escape from it. He himself was a straight guy, loves the ladies. But to literally end up on a guy's ass was the worst thought he could ever imagine, let alone it be his reality.
Genie unzipped his pants to speak with his underwear for the first and last time. "Your friend or associate Eric offered you to me in exchange for his wish being granted. So I decided you would be my underwear. The last guy given to me was turned into my favorite pair of socks. I have to tell you, you do make an excellent pair of underwear. And you absorb my fart gas well. I don't smell any of it." Genie paused and laughed at Jake as he farted again, this time it was almost eight seconds long. "This is permanent for you." He finished as he zipped his pants back up. He went and sat down to watch television. He rubbed his butt in his underwear for a bit, enjoying the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing as the underwear squirmed like crazy.
Jake knew of Eric, but for him to trade him off like that was cruel and unforgivable. That last fart was worse than the first one. Then the guy sits down and rubs his ass in his face. He would never wish this fate on any straight guy. A gay guy might be loving this, but he was hating every last moment.
At the end of the day, Eric arrived home from work. His socks had a little sweat in them. He sniffed his shoes and found his strong foot odor in them. He shook his head. He was glad he wasn't trapped in that smell all day. The thought that Malcolm was trapped in that all day amused him. That must have been torture, he thought to himself. But Malcolm's day wasn't over yet. There was one more thing he wanted his former employee to experience.
Malcolm was literally praying for death. The weight of Eric constantly bearing down on him was torture enough. It was just made worse by being trapped and surrounded by an intense foot odor that made him wish he could commit suicide. Add in tasting Eric's feet the entire day. All of this combined was a pit of hell that he would not even wish on someone he hated. Eric only spoke to him that morning. All the rest of the day, he was completely ignored. He was just treated as normal socks. He mentally tried to reach out to his friends at work when he heard their voices, but all attempts were futile. Even if Eric had let them see his socks, no one would come to his rescue. All they would see is normal socks. Only Eric knew the truth, and he wasn't telling anyone about what happened to him.
Eric put on a porn video on the TV. He removed one sock and placed it over his dick. As the video action intensified, so did his dick. Next he was shoot hot cum straight into his sock. "How does that taste, Malcolm?" He laughed as he cleaned off his dick. There was still some cum left on his cock, so he took the other sock to wipe it off. "You also make an excellent cum rag." He added. "Just to let you know, this is permanent. You will never be human again. You only exist to support my feet and be my cum rag forever. I can't reverse what's been done to you, and neither do I want to." He laughed as he placed the socks on the couch. He would wash them later so that he could wear Malcolm again tomorrow. He would wear him to work every day just to torture him, knowing he would never see his old life ever again. And no one to come change his fate. This was the best way to handle my annoying employee issue, he thought. He would have to thank Genie later on. As for Jake, he didn't care what Genie did with him. They weren't close friends anyway.
Malcolm mentally cried as he tasted hot cum that would soon dry up in his sock body. His humanity was reduced to servitude to his former boss's feet and for sexual pleasure. And there was nothing he could do to change it.
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Because I'd literally do anything to be his socks.
"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.
"Just back from the gym, such a workout I did. Look at these shorts especially at the ass crack so fucking sweaty. Shame to be the guy at the gym who ended up as these shorts, wouldn't get off my favourite treadmill. So I dealt with him, and while I was at it I turned his boyfriend and friend into these socks and sneakers I'm wearing. The socks are so rancid in my foot sweat, and fuck me the shoes are so full of sweat I was leaving sweaty shoe prints on the floor as I walked around.
Noah chuckled.
"I was gonna change them back before I left the gym but fuck it, I'm keeping em losers like this. Socks gonna be my cumrags, and I'll make sure to nut in the sneakers as well, really get the insoles all crusty"
