Your Mates Were Laughing Their Heads Off. Your Mate Noah Showing You Off On His Feet. He Used His New

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.

Mike had been looking hard at his friend Donald's feet for some time. He himself was an average built guy, but his friend Donald was a 6'4" tall athletic jock with a size 12.5 feet. They both worked out together often. But Mike had a fetish for athletic jock feet.

"What is it about my shoes you keep looking at?" Donald asked, which startled Mike out of his trance. He didn't realize he was so focused on his friend's sneakers.

"Oh, sorry. I just think they are really nice." Mike spoke, trying to cover up the real reason why he was starring. He noticed Donald give him a skeptical look.

"I think that's a lie, buddy." Donald paused to give his reason why his friend was lying to him. "I have been noticing you looking hard at my feet even when I just wear socks or just bare feet. So I think you have a foot fetish, just nervous to tell me." He explained, waiting to see if Mike was going to deny it.

Mike was caught. He thought of saying no, but he sensed that Donald would detect that he was lying again. "I kind of do. Your feet are awesome." He spoke, not denying the fact.

"Well, thanks, buddy. You can massage them if you want. I won't mind." Donald spoke as he rested his feet on Mike's lap. He waited to see what Mike would do next.

Mike so badly wanted this, and the opportunity had just presented itself. He quickly untied the left shoe and removed it. He sniffed it for a few seconds. He loved the aroma coming from the used shoe. He placed it on the floor. The right shoe was removed and sniffed even longer than the left shoe. He really enjoyed the strong foot order. He began to massage the socked feet with an occasional sniff of the socks.

Donald saw his friend literally sniff his sneakers. He knew the foot odor in them was rather ranchid since he had been wearing this for his jog for the past eight months. Yet, his friend loved his foot aroma. He relaxed and watched Mike massage and sniff his feet. He liked the way his feet were being treated. "Is that all you want to do with my feet?" He spoke after thirty-five minutes, egging his friend more, to see what would come next.

Mike was astonished at how comfortable Donald was with what was going on. He didn't stop him, but was more encouraging him. It was a little strange at first. He removed his socks with his teeth and began licking the soles of his feet from heel to toe several times on each foot.

Donald found the experience very much relaxing. He closed his eyes and laid back on the couch. He even enjoyed feeling Mike's tongue lick between each toe with sucking on individual toes. He never thought foot worship would feel so good. This went on for a solid two hours, with both enjoying the experience.

For two straight weeks, Donald let Mike worship his feet after each workout session and run. Mike particularly loved worshipping sweaty feet for some reason, but it didn't bother him one bit. He could tell, though, that Mike was craving something new to do at his feet. He had the perfect idea.

"I have an idea. I know how you can experience my feet in a different way that is supportive and useful to me. Interested?" Donald proposed to his friend.

Mike was curious. What new way would that be other than foot worship, he pondered. Curious, he wanted to know more. "Sure." He spoke, very interested in what it could be.

"You know I love to keep in shape and fit. Why not support my feet while I do so." Donald spoke as he left the room to go get something. When he returned, he was holding a device in his hand.

"How would I support your feet while you work out?" Mike asked.

"Simple, I turn you into a pair of insoles and place you in my shoes. You cushion each step I take. What do you say?" Donald asked, a little curious himself on what that would actually feel like.

Mike thought about it. He really did like Donald's feet. What harm could it do, he thought. "Sure, I volunteer to be an insole in your shoes." He spoke without hesitation or any other thought about it.

"Excellent." Donald spoke as he pointed and fired his TF device at Mike. Within seconds, Mike was reduced to a pair of size 12.5 insoles, which he quickly put into his sneakers.

Mike was amazed at how fast he was reduced to being an object. It was literally less than ten seconds as he rapidly shrunk, reshaped, and divided up in two. He was bombarded with the strong foot odor as he was shoved into Donald's sneakers and fixed in place. He thought the foot odor was strong before. It was ten times stronger as insoles. He was placed on top of the used insoles in the sneakers. Next came Donald's feet as they plunged him into complete darkness and applied pressure. He was crushed under them, yet not dying. Still that didn't excuse the intense pain he felt as each step crushed him under foot.

Donald loves the level of comfort the new insoles provided. He would test their durability on his normal jog. As he started, the level of comfort never changed. It was like running on fluffy clouds. Each footfall felt good. It was his best jog he ever had. When he returned home, his feet had no pain. It was also like they were massaged while he was jogging. He took his shoes off, but left the insoles inside. He would test the out at the gym later on.

Mike was in so much pain. Each footfall felt never-ending. Not to mention the foot sweat that soaked him completely. Now the the foot odor had saturated his insole bodies. He literally smelled like Donald's feet. He was glad to be taken off to let a little fresh air in, but it did a little much. He was so saturated by the foot sweat that the fresh air only made the foot odor worse. Since he wasn't removed yet, he wondered why.

Four hours later, Donald put his sneakers back on and went to the gym. Since he already had his jog, he didn't bother with the treadmill. He decided to just do the weights. The entire hour and a half at the gym was awesome. His feet never felt so good. Mike was the best pair of insoles he had ever used. The natural insoles in the sneakers had been worn out. And normal insoles he brought in the store never last long for him. He now saw a solution to his issue. One that would benefit both him and Mike at the same time.

When he got home from the gym, Donald removed Mike from his sneakers. He restored him back to normal. "How was it?" He asked.

"It wasn't too bad, but it was also painful. Each step you took crushed me tremendously. I still smell like your feet." Mike spoke, sniffing his skin. He did like being under his feet, though. "But I like being so close to your big feet." He added.

Donald smiled. "Cool. I have an idea to propose. Since my insole is worn out and normal insoles don't last long under my feet. I could save some money if you let me use you as my insoles when I work out or go jogging." He paused. "You still get to worship my feet and be under them, supporting me. I really would appreciate it, if you don't mind." He added, hoping his friend would be willing.

Mike thought about it. There was the risk of being stuck permanently as an insole. "I don't know. You might keep me stuck in insole form for days. I would be at your mercy." He spoke, voicing his concerns.

Donald respected his friend. The thought of keeping him as an insole permanently was not something he would consider. "Not to worry. I would only use you for working out and gym sessions only. Now, if you want to be used more, I wouldn't mind it. But mainly for when I am working out." He assured him. And was honestly speaking the truth to his friend.

Mike thought and thought. He wouldn't mind volunteering to be his insoles when he worked out. Yes, it was painful, but it was worth it to be under Donald's feet. He wanted more to be under them despite the pain and foot odor. "Okay, you have a deal." He agreed.

"You have to move in since you will officially be my volunteering insoles." Donald added. "Also, no going back on our little deal. You are my workout insoles. So when I work out, you have no choice. Inside my sneakers, you go. You don't come out until my workout is done." He continued. Mike shook his hand in agreement to the entire deal.

THREE MONTHS LATER....

Mike was not just used for just working out. There were times when Donald would go out on dates, using him as insoles in his shoes. He rather enjoyed being used as insoles. The pain part never went away, nor smelling like feet either. Both were part of being another guy's insoles. There was no escaping that part. He accepted that. But each time Donald was done using him, he would transform him back to human form. He truly respected his friend's sacrifice to be his special pair of insoles and didn't take it lightly. As often as Donald wanted it, he would be shoved into shoes to support his friend's feet. Both loved the mutual arrangement and would not have it any other way.

Picture source: Instagram @kansassneaks

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