I Caught You Staring At My Feet In The Gym Dude. You Should Know Any Guy Who Looks At My Feet Becomes

I caught you staring at my feet In the gym dude. You should know any guy who looks at my feet becomes obsessed...so obsessed they never leave my feet. So come and sniff dude. You're new life awaits you.

Thats right kiss my soles. Feel your body give into their musk, feel your mind melt into submission, and feel your skin beginning to get softer.

God your pathetic, most guys try and fight a little. Not you though, you're so into my feet you're willing to just give up everything for them. That's good though, it means you're gonna make an amazing obedient sock.

The guy on my other foot here, he was my roommate. One night I caught him at the end of my bed smelling my feet. On the spot I snapped my fingers and he was wrapped around my feet for the rest of his life.

Dude did that make you harder? Oh my god you're so weak. I love it. Suck on my toes for a little. Because soon I'll do the same to you. One snap and boom your old life is over and your new life as my sock begins.

I think it's time, time for you to only smell my foot for the rest of your life. Time for my foot to give your life purpose. Time for you absorb every bit of sweat and musk my foot gives you.

Time to become my little obedient sock permanently.

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Three Years + Forever | Fleeting Humanity

Grunts and moans echoed throughout a small apartment. Though loud and pronounced, the sounds never extended beyond the brick walls. It had started merely 10 minutes ago, not long after a worn pair of black sandals had been licked clean and neatly placed by the front door.

Patches of saliva left the surfaces moist but free of debris. Even with the ceiling fan spinning above, the enhanced airflow did little to advance drying. The young bottom had done a good job tonight. Mr. Torres' sandals were ready for another use. And for it, the twink's ass would be set ablaze by the advances of a well hung, 46-year-old man.

It disgusted the living sandals beyond no end to violated by a man's tongue like that. A little over a year ago, the former human named Lane had been the one to receive Diego's loads. A misguided decision brought upon by an ultimatum left the living footwear with little choice - either say goodbye to enticing wide size 11 feet or take a permanent role at them. Unable to part with the hardened soles, Lane made a choice the former human quickly regretted.

Diego feared his wife might become wise to the one-sided relationship of tongue foot cleanings and blow jobs the man had with Lane. To silence any chances, Diego opted for new footwear, leaving Lane unable to spill the secret. But months afterwards, Mr. Torres couldn't go without his side action and easily picked up a replacement, with the added benefit of another hole to shove his dick into.

The living footwear resented Diego for this, especially the bottom. But just as much as the former human hated it, love for the man’s demanding feet remained strong. By now, Diego's feet were perfectly imaged in the sandals, offering superior comfort manufactured footwear couldn't provide. Matching the curves of the man’s soles did little to stifle the pain, though. Just like day one, being plowed into the hard ground remained painful and disorienting.

But, being stomped on and abused wasn't the worst part. It was the psychological issues presented to the sandals that hurt the most. The former college student's home was next to Diego's. That meant seeing Lane's mother and father at times. Without them knowing their flesh and blood had become the surface Diego walked on, after a year of being missing, Lane was formally declared dead.

Diego hid Lane's situation well, even though it was essentially out in the open for anyone to see. He played along with the parents' plight, giving them hope in finding Lane and lending a hand searching for the college student permanently stuck to his feet.

Eventually these attempts to locate Lane became less and then none at all. The two lost hope and started coming to terms with Lane never returning home. After legally being declared dead, they held a service and buried a symbolic casket in the cemetery. While the former human wasn't part of those services, since Mr. Torres dressed up, Diego did return to the gravesite later and walk all over it with the living sandals hugging his feet.

Eventually Lane's parents moved away. Diego helped them pack, using their missing son as proper foot support lifting heavy boxes and moving furniture. The former human cried internally at all of this, especially watching from the hot street surface as the moving truck and its parents drove away, all while Diego waved goodbye.

With only Mr. Torres' wide feet for company and family, the living sandals could do nothing more than simply exist in a lust filled state that felt wrong but also very right. The very man that wrecked the former human's life gave the sandals purpose but also destroyed it further with the natural degradation footwear goes through.

After 30 minutes of hard pounding, Diego finally blew and cleaned up. Every visit was transactional. No love. Just use and pleasure. The twink was filled with cum and in need of a plug.

Nothing more but always less, if Diego decided so.

Before long, Diego appeared and jammed his sweaty feet into the sandals. The living footwear winced in pain as the titan's soles sunk into the abused leather vessels. As he grabbed the door handle to leave, Diego turned back to the twink who stumbled out of the bedroom, still sore from taking it.

"This place needs to be cleaned better if you want me to come by again. Got it?" Diego said sternly, digging his toes painfully into the sandals.

"Yes sir," the bottom replied immediately.

Mr. Torres promptly left the small apartment and stomped to his vehicle. A text message from his wife awaited him, asking if he would be home soon after spending the evening out with the boys. Knowing his reason for being out was nothing more than an excuse, he replied back and took off from the apartment. Another message appeared shortly after, with one emoji the two used to depict sex.

Immediately Diego got hard again thinking about sex with his wife. This translated to heavy pounding against the foot pedals, leaving the living footwear withering in pain and wishing to have its former life back...

This is a sequel to the older story Three Years + Forever.

Pesky brother

I like to search pictures which may be used in one story. So here are bunch of photos of one swimsuit model which I found at AliExpress (in customers reviews) and Tumblr.

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One day two brothers bought a Chronovac 4.0. They experimented with it for fun until Kyle, oldest brother was invited to the corporate pool party. He want to impress his colleagues and needed to perfect swimsuit. Time before the party is up and his brother was home. So why not to capitalize it?

Poor Gabriel lay on the sofa in living room when Kyle fired him with a ray.

Gabriel was transformed into very nice pair of speedos which Kyle saw at AliExpress. His yells were mute for others and Kyle got a perfect suit. He would like to transform his brother back later.

He carefully examined his acquisition. There are was a bulge cup in a mesh pouch.

"Nice look Gabriel. You make a very cool swimsuit. I owe you a favor. Oh! I am in a rush!" Kyle undressed to his birthday suit and pulled up his former brother now speedos. He was covered in a film of sweat and was eager to go.

Gabriel cupped his ass and junk very nicely. Kyle was ready to go. He put on tight jeans and plunged speedos in darkness.

Later that day Kyle had a lot of fun time at the party. He was very pleased with his swimsuit. He totally forgot about his brother. More and more he drunk, more and more he forgot.

Kyle came home drunk, changed clothes and throwed his damp speedos in the bin. Next day speedos were washed by their mother while Kyle slept. It was a big wash because brother's parents are going to the vacation tonight. They washed all holiday outfits including swimsuits.

After all day on the sun, Gabriel was packed in suitcase by his own mother. Parents said goodbye to Kyle and left. They want to call Gabriel later unaware that younger son fly with them.

Father loved his new speedos. He wear them every day during all three weeks....

Supportive pal

(one more reupload from my banned captions)

-Are you serious? Do you really want me to replace your damn swimbriefs for the race by myself? No way!

-Cmon, Lars! This is only for a hour. Coach gonna kill me if he would know that i had forgot my racing speedos again. I need a pair for replace. Please, save me! Othervise i will be kicked out from the swimteam. Swimming is my life!

-Damn you. Okay, but only once. It will be very big favor for you. No one should know about my transformation.

-You are lifesaver! Let’s get me dressed in you. Faster, out start in 10 minutes. - Lars undressed and placed his stuff into friend’s bag. - Now, come here closer and hug my waist- said naked young man -… not here, lower..

- shit! Am i suppose to lean closer to your member? Do it faster!

- otherwise its not gonna work. Speedos are made to cover their owners members, Lars - said Ryan and pressed Lars head to his junk. Lars only eeked and transformation took place very fast. His skin turned red while his body begin rapidly shrink and shange it’s structure from flesh to stretchy fabric. Ryan watched at his friend transformation with a grin. This situation making him aroused. Soon, Ryan was alone in locker room, clad in brand new red speedos. He was rock hard while tight swimsuit keeps his cock up

-Wow, Lars! You are natural swimsuit morpher! Maybe i should keep this comfy pair speedos for a whole season? Lars, can you hear me? Anyway, i think speedos are always want to be speedos. Rayn snapped his waistband in a joy and left lockers