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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.

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

Unaware swim lessons

Thanks @Vore_writer and @headwether (from discord “inanimate paradise” server) for a help with grammar edits. Your help inspired me for a new captions.

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"We have only 2 minutes before my memory wipe will take place. You can tell him your last goodbye.” said Lars, standing in Andersons’ house.

He was a professional swimmer who turned a penny with a part-time coaching. He takes a young swimmers for a intense 3 month course. He takes these guys everywhere with himself as his favourite swimsuit - branded blue speedos. Being worn by Lars during all competitions and workouts, his clients gain muscles and experience. He usually wears his swimsuit 7 days a week.

But so he is not too distracted on transformees who are wrapped around his waist 24 hours 7 days a week (even when he faps at home), Lars casts a temporary memory-wipe spell on himself and family of transformees which deletes all memories about his current client until contact is over. For a 3 months Lars and everyone else will know his Speedos as an ordinary swimsuit and would treat it as usual.

And now he stood before a couple of Andersons. They were parents of his current client - Michael. They stared at his speedo-clad crotch with a worried look. It’s so hard for them to say goodbye to their transformed son before a three months parting. He became a tiny piece of wardrobe for a star swimmer and they cannot even talk about their son with Lars because Lars wouldn’t aware all the time.

Before Lars zipped up his jeans and plunged their son in darkness, mister Anderson said “See you in September, Michael! Good luck.”

OK. It’s time to go.” Lars said to them and pulled up his tight jeans. With a short zzzziip sound, the blue speedos were covered with denim. Just when Lars buttoned his jeans, the memory spell hit three of them. He blinked several times and asked the Andersons what he was doing here. As they set in the spell before, they think that they call him for a small help and then let him go.

So they thanked him for a small consulting in pool maintenance and lead him through the doors. Meanwhile poor Michael was left alone on Lars waist

“Hey, Lars? Lars! I’m having second thoughts Lars!” Michael silently yelled. As Lars walked away, what he’d agreed to began to sink in. It was going to be a long 90 days while his parents would think that their son is in a long travel.

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After 80 days of constant usage by Lars blue speedos became a bit stretched but still comfortable. After so much time with his owner, Michael’s elastic body and mind were broken in