You Did Say You Liked The Nike Logo, Right? You Got A Little Kink For It Or Whatever, Used To Get All

You did say you liked the Nike logo, right? You got a little kink for it or whatever, used to get all hot and bothered when you’d see me wearing gear with the swoosh on it. That’s fuckin weird, bro, but who am I to judge? Now you get to be branded with that swoosh, bro, covered all over with it, as my new pair of underwear. When my dad taught me this spell to transform dudes into anything I want, he said you’d still be alive, just trapped as that thing forever. So what better thing to turn you into than my Nike undies?

Oop, farted a lil bit bro, my bad. Guess you got no choice but to suck that one down, since your face is just Nike swoosh covered fabric stretched out on my big ass now. Your nose is probably right there on the seam, and my balls are filling out where your mouth used to be. You love this.

If you don’t? Who cares. Your life as you know it is over, you’re just my underwear now, bro.

Love ❤ Socks

Story request for @michaeldj5

Paul was so busy with baseball practice and work that he had forgotten the last time he had done his laundry. Today was an important game he could not miss. He went in his drawer and saw he was completely out of knee-high baseball socks to wear. All of them were in his laundry bin. He pulled out a few and saw how dirty and dingy they were. No way he could wear them to the game. He didn't have time to go to the sports store to buy a new pair, but even then, he sometimes could not find the pair he needed. He saw himself in a bind. He needed to find a solution soon.

He saw his friend laying on the couch fast asleep. His friend Jay had been spending the week with him for some vacation time. He was supposed to fly back home on the next day. Paul then saw a solution. He quietly went and grabbed his TF Shrink Ray and came back to his living room. He hoped his friend would not mind being borrowed for the day, because he needed socks for the game. He set the settings on the device and fired. He watched Jay, who was still fast asleep, shrink down in size and reformed into a pair of knee-high baseball jock socks for his size 12.5 feet. He grabbed them off the couch and went to get ready for pregame practice.

Jay was suddenly awakened from his nap by a weird feeling. It was so unusual. He felt like something had wiggled itself inside his body and that his body was in two parts completely separated from each other. He could smell a slight odor, but it was so much around him or him around it. He then felt whatever it was wiggling. He then felt like he was tasting feet. The sudden force of being crushed then brought him to a new realization. He was a pair of socks. He saw he could not move a single muscle. He could hear Paul talking on the phone about getting ready for the days game and also about how a new pair of special socks were so comfortable on his feet. He didn't tell the guy on the phone why they were so special, but did tell him that a out of town friend lend them to him. He even heard Paul say he might have to keep this new pair of socks for a while.

Jay felt so degraded on how Paul was talking about him like he was just an object on his feet. He realized that he must have done that to him while he was sleeping. He mentally called out to his friend to turn him back. But he saw that Paul didn't hear a single thought coming from him.

Paul got off the phone with his friend. He really loved how comfortable his socks were. At first, he felt bad about what he did to his long-time friend, to turn him into footwear because he forgot to do laundry. He would turn him back after the game. But as he wore him, he saw a level of comfort that he couldn't get from normal socks. The thought of keeping his friend this way became more dominant in his mind. He decided he would think it over after the game. For now, Jay would have to endure his feet till then. He pushed the thought of his socks being a human being out of his mind so that he could focus on the game and pregame practice. He put on his cleats and walked out his door without a second thought about Jay and his situation.

Jay was bombarded with a smell that mentally made him gag. The odor from the cleats was so disgusting. He realized his current situation was going to get far worse than he ever expected. Not only did he have Paul's foot odor trapped inside him, but he was now surrounded by it. There was no escape and no chance of fresh air. He knew the sweat part would come next as his friend went to pregame practice.

As the day wore on, Paul's feet began to sweat. Jay saw his sock bodies soak up all the sweat, leaving Paul's feet dry. He didn't know how he was doing it, but he wanted it to stop. All of his senses were so heightened as socks. He was now tasting sweat and foot odor all at once. He mentally begged for all this to end immediately. He didn't realize how much torture socks go through on feet. He was starting to feel bad for his own socks he wore. But the part that angered him was that Paul was putting him through all this torture without a single care. He was struggling to maintain some sense of sanity through the experience.

Once the game was over, Paul's team won. He had played games previously, but this was by far his best one. His feet didn't hurt, nor were they soaked or wet. In fact, only his socks were wet. He never knew transformed socks could do this. He now knew what he wanted to do based on the results of today's experiment.

When Paul got home, he made the settings on his device and removed his socks. Truly, they soaked up all his sweat, leaving his feet dry.

Jay was so relieved to get fresh air and to be off of Paul's feet. He felt like the entire day would not come to an end. What he truly experienced at the mercy of Paul's feet could not be described in words. He was just glad it was finally over. He soon found himself being human again, but not exactly as he remembered from the night before. He looked up to see a giant size Paul smiling down at him.

"I am going to keep you here with me from now on. I want to wear you as my socks every day. You really supported my feet so well and kept them dry." Paul paused for a moment. "At your current size you can't escape and will be dependent upon me for survival. You are only five inches tall. My size 12.5 could easily crush you in one stomp." He added.

Jay didn't like where this situation was going. "You can't keep me like this. We are friends, and you do this to me. You won't get away with it. I demand you make me normal immediately." He demanded. He saw a giant foot coming towards him and stomp hard next to him. The floor shook, knocking him off his feet. A thought crossed his mind as he looked at the giant foot next to him. What if he was under that foot when he stomped the floor, he thought.

"I hope that demonstration gave you the realization you needed." Paul said. "You don't have a choice, Jay. Do submit to be my socks or should I demonstrate again, but don't miss the next time? What do you think?" He asked, waiting to see if his tiny friend's attitude changed.

Jay didn't want another demonstration. He stood up and kissed the giant foot several times. "I submit." He spoke defeatedly. Paul picked him up and placed him in a jar. "Good, you are going to be my favorite socks to wear forever. " He hears Paul tell him as he walks off. Jay just slumps down in the jar, hoping someone would rescue him one day while he would be at the mercy of his friend.