Inanimatefan1 - Inanimate TF

REFURBISHED

(Content warning: contains minor homophobic language and themes. Please enjoy kinks responsibly)

There was this new trendy shoe store in town. Apparently it sold popular sports brands ‘refurbished’ at heavily discounted prices. It obviously seems too good to be true. Unfortunately I quickly find out that most of the items are trainers from that awful brand, NIKE.

Me and my gay friend Tom peruse the shelves, picking up a few pairs. Strange. All the labels on them have names scribbled on them with pen, with a date underneath ‘Callum - 13/07’. I put the trainer back down and look at the slides. Great, I think - they never have size 14 in stock. It’s for the best anyway, this brand is for brainless chavs. I audibly scoff out loud, dramatically telegraphing my distaste. Tom rolls his eyes at me. “You and your dumb hangups, this is why you don’t have a boyfriend. That and your prohibitively high standards of hygiene. They’re not even that bad. Could be worse, they could be Adidas after all. Ha.”

“Har har. Very funny Tom. Principles don’t cost—“

Turning around, I’m almost scared to death, standing an inch away from us is what I can only presume is an employee, looking to be about 19 or 20 years old. I let out a restrained yelp and take a step backwards. “Oh uh, soz mates. So, anything take yur fancy? They’re like the—the best prices in town. Mint right?” The stereotypical looking chav remarks with disinterest, as if reading from a script.

He’s wearing a matching NIKE outfit, the familiar logo I despised visible from every conceivable angle. There’s a name tag on his sweatshirt, ‘Josh’. Great, I’m sure this conversation will be of the upmost sophistication and class.

“Hurry up gaylords.” Josh spits impatiently. Sigh. I do so hate to be right.

“Sorry. Not for me, I kinda really hate this brand, most of their stuff is unethically sourced. And did you know that…uh…” I trail off. The employee glares at me with pure disdain, as if I had just insulted his mother.

“Look, ‘your majesty’, either yous princesses buy something or ya take your place on a shelf. Both of you. Gayboys. Store policy innit.”

There’s a few seconds of absolute silence. Me and Tom look at each other confused. “Uhh come again? Josh, I’m not buying any of this cheaply made crap.”

“Huh. Well den.” Josh says with poisonous disapproval. “Time for a bit of refurbishing, ey.” He lurches forward and grabs my arm, there’s a mild prick on my skin as he holds something against me. I pull away from him and stumble backwards.

“Get away, freak.” I shout, pushing him away. He stares at me with an air of satisfaction, his mouth smirking widely. I look down and see a white label stitched on my forearm. ‘NIKE Slide - size 14.’ I shake my arm and tug on the fabric; it seems impossibly attached - like it’s just a part of my body.

“What the hell is that!?” Tom yells out, calling my name as he notices the tag.

I look back at Josh in shock, unsure of how to react. “Say it.” He instructs cryptically.

“What…whats—“ I lightly sway on the spot, feeling as though I was light as a feather.

“Say the fucking slogan. Slide.” And like that, I knew exactly what he meant. The words were desperate to escape my lips. It was like a sneeze, I could feel them coming up my throat.

“Just do it.” I say in a flat monotone voice, my body going limp.

“Too right. As you wish buttfucker.” He grabs my arm and scribbles a pen over the label stuck to me. He pulls away and I glance down at the fabric, my name and today’s date was now marked.

“Wha..” My legs were like jelly all of a sudden, it was hard to keep my footing.

My mouth opens to shout at him, but nothing comes out. Instead my lips solidify in place, stuck ajar. I stare at him in disbelief as my vision lowers further and further down until I’m looking straight up at the ceiling. My loose clothes lay in a pile beside me. I had no idea what had happened, not until Josh holds a small mirror over me and a fresh pristine white slide is reflected back. My ‘mouth’ was now a rigid material, pulled wide open, ready for a foot to enter. Fucking gross.

Worse still - I’m branded, quite literally as a big swoosh logo has been plastered over my new rubbery body, indented into the sole. Great. I’ve become a NIKE product. The brand I loathed, was now my entire being. My human form ‘refurbished’ into a bunch of cheap materials to be worn. That fact slowly sinks in.

I felt so small and insignificant, especially while Josh was towering over me. I could see the distinct outline of his giant dick bulging and obscuring my view…mmff.

“Oh shit. What the hell! How is this possible?! He—he’s a slide? Change him back now!” Tom panics, looking down at me in horror.

“Nah fam. But he’s no good on his own, is he? Your turn to get refurbed, dunce. Don’t lie, cum-slurper, you’re looking forward to sucking on a straight lads nasty feet. The humiliation giving you a stiffy? Go on. I’m sure you know the slogan too.” I helplessly watch as my gay best friend drains of colour within seconds, his mouth stretching ridiculously wide as his tongue pulls and flattens from his lips. A red NIKE swoosh is imbedded into his rubberising forehead. Tom’s human form compacts in on itself as if he was made of putty. He shrinks down next to me, landing on the ground with a dull thud.

“Oh sheeeit, yous look pretty mint as NIKE slides mate. Don’t worry, I’m make a deal, If no-one buys you by the end of the day, I’ll turn ya back.” Great, how kind. The employee kneels down and picks us up, lifting me like I was worthless and placing me on display. Taking my place on the empty shelf, ready to be bought and used. There was something comforting about having my friend rub against me, the chunky material touching my sensitive ‘body’. “Pricks.” Josh murmurs under his breath before leaving us there and walking off.

It quickly dawns on me that every trainer here used to be a person. Customers turned property. Stripped of humanity. ‘Refurbished’. All hopelessly waiting to be inevitably sold and have a dudes foul foot enter inside them. I don’t even want to imagine the smell. Having the dirt from their slimy soles rubbing against you for as long as they see fit to wear you. The thought was chilling.

I witness another guy attempting to steal from the store get turned into a bright purple football cleat and then thrown by Josh into a bargain bin. The pile is filled with an assortment of other mismatching cleats. It doesn’t take long before a older teen in a team jersey tries him on, pushing his dirty knee high sock into him. The lad strides up and down the shop, clacking across the tiled flooring. He happily buys the refurbished thief and has him boxed up along with a green cleat, completing the pair. Ready to use, stink like hell and get filthy during footie practice.

Hours pass, but it feels like an eternity. Me and Tom are completely debased as customers check us out - looking us over like we were nothing, before eventually returning us back to the shelf, where I now belonged. Until finally, it’s about time for the store to close. Thank god. I’m extremely relieved to have not been sold, I’m ready to forget this horror story ever happened. It’s certainly going to be an awkward conversation with Tom…

Josh’s mischievous face leans over me, like a death knell. “No takers ‘den. Noice. Oh, did I forget to tell ya? I’m size 14 bruv. And now you’re back in stock, I’ve just gotta cop you for myself, fuck yeah. You’ll look so sick on my huge cheesy feet, GOATED.”

No. Nooo! No, there’s no way, anyone but him. Not a dim chavs footwear! Please wake me up!

He carries us over to the till and rings us up, the cheap price reinforcing my lowly status. My whole existence now valued less than a few hours of minimum wage. Satisfied with his purchase, he grabs the pen again and writes ‘Josh’s propatee’ in an ineligible scrawl on my label. Great, just great. There was literally nothing I could do, completely powerless to his whims. Josh then carelessly drops us both to the floor and spits a gob of thick saliva down onto me. Grinning, he lifts his huge bare foot up, hovering threateningly above me.

“Looking fresh. Ye, not for long amirite, footmuchers.”

‘Just do it’ I think as the young chav slides his grimy sweaty foot down and into my mouth - it’s new home, turning me into his dutiful property. My new purpose. The taste on my tongue is like gargling on a week old sock. His warm pillowy sole squashes against my cushioned body, the shape of his salty toes forever imprinted into me. His musk soaks into my material, corrupting my fragile mind until it easily bends to his will. What initially smelled horrid quickly became addictive, it was foul, but it was so, so good. I loved how disgusting it was, how dirty it made me feel.

“These are fookin’ comfy man. Eat up, slides! Think I’ll wear you in, lets go for a walk. And then when we get home, i’m gonna watch porn and wank my thick spunk all over yeh. Sure yous dirty gay pervs would love nothing more.”

Mm, bet his straight alpha dick is fat as fuck, I think. My mind casually adopting my owner’s abrasive personality and immature attitude as I become a mere extension of his body. Become HIS. Wait, no! That sounded like a nightmare…didn’t it? Being used and abused by some horrible, homophobic chav. God. I don’t want to have his dirty dick brushing against me…his…superior….straight…seed…nutting….mmmm. My old identity was quickly dissolving under his weight, burning into foot stench and wafting away into the air. There was no ‘me’, no ‘Tom’ just NIKE slides. A nightmare? Nah, the fuck?Just fucking do it! Treat me like the filth I am. Squash and flatten me! Shove that big dong into me and fuck your pathetic slide good and propa ‘bruv’. It’s what we deserve. Betas like us belonged beneath you, under your powerful ALPHA feet.

“Getcha good and fucking rank, like a cheap pair of slides should be. If we’re lucky, you might last a couple of months before I’m done with you and toss you in the pile with the rest.”

Josh’s foot rises from the ground, his sole lifting up from me for a second before crashing back down, flattening me out. And then again as he exits the building, stomping me down onto hard concrete. The torture, disregard and humiliation gave me nothing but pleasure. I hated it, but I enjoyed hating it. Enjoyed the abject degradation.

It was time to serve masters giant smelly feet and absorb all his sweat. Whether we wanted to or not. He didn’t care, as was his right. It wouldn’t take long before I stunk just like his feet, permanently. Never cleaned, yellowed from overuse and an impression of his filthy feet marking me as his disposable property. GREAT! I was satisfied to be just another small part of his NIKE ensemble. His favourite brand. I help make Josh look so hot, and thats all I was good for. All I wanted, all I deserved.

A pair of disgusting, smelly slides serving and worshipping our -

STRAIGHT.

CHAV.

GOD.

Drop to your knees and start sniffing it’s going to be the last thing you will do 🧦 👃 🔥

Made by a friend

Story request for @whitesocksfunn

Leo always had been fascinated by his cousin's feet. He would stare at them when he had opportunity. His cousin's size 13 was so dreamy.

One day, Leo was staring too hard and his cousin confronted him about it. "Why are my feet so fascinating to you, Leo?" Jay asked him. Feeling caught, he tried to deny it. "It's not your feet, it's the shoes you wear. They are cool." He replied.

Jay shook his head as though he knew that wasn't the truth. "You lieing to me. You like my feet." He paused as he took his shoes off to reveal his white socked feet. He wiggled his toes, noticing his cousin's reaction on his face. "I caught you staring at my socked and bare feet before, too. Just like right now, you are enjoying what you see." He spoke, still wiggling his toes.

Leo could not fool his cousin. "Okay, yes, your size 13 is great." He finally admitted, hoping his cousin wouldn't find it too weird.

"It's okay with me if you like them. Just wondering what you fantasize about them, cuz?" Jay asked back, putting him at ease.

Leo wanted one thing, mainly. He wanted to be shrunken down and placed in his cousin's Nike Air Force One sneaker. But he was a little nervous what Jay would think about that. "I often think about being a tiny in your Air Force One while you are wearing it." He told him nervously.

Jay laughed at what he had just heard. "Really, Leo? Do you actually want to be shrunken and trapped in my shoes? That could be a little dangerous, don't you think? My foot could crush you." He spoke after laughing at the mere thought of doing that to his cousin. Yet he saw on his face that he was actually serious. Leo really wanted that.

"If it was possible, I would want it so badly, Jay." He added, feeling no shame in letting him know, now that he actually said it.

Jay knew it was possible, but never thought he would try this on a relative. Yet, his cousin greatly desired it. How could he say no, but it would come with a condition. "It's possible to have your dream come true, but you have to be stuck inside till my day is completely over. There won't be no release until then. So what do you say, tomorrow, you get trapped in my shoes?" Jay offered him. He saw Leo's face light up. He already knew his answer, even though that meant being trapped under his cousin's foot all day possible. Jay himself wanted to feel what it was like to hold a tiny under his feet, too. This was just the perfect opportunity for him to experience this. To have a tiny at the mercy of his foot is something he really wanted to try.

"Thanks, Jay. Can't wait for this." Leo quickly replied. He accepted the conditions to having his dream fantasy come true.

Jay decided if he wanted to feel it so bad, why not let him spend the night in his sock before going into his shoes the next day. 'I have a surprise for you then. Close your eyes and don't open them till I tell you." He spoke as his cousin closed his eyes. He left the room and cane back with his shrink ray he had been wanting to try so badly. He set the setting to two inches tall. He fired at Leo. "Now open your eyes." He spoke.

Leo opened his eyes to see Jay was a little taller than being and getting taller still. He saw him smiling as he took off one of his size 13 socks. Leo realized he was actually shrinking. When he finally felt himself atop shrinking, Jay was giant size. "I shrunk you down to two inches. You will spend the night in my sock, which will be stuffed in my sneaker for the night." Before he could fully react, Jay gently grabbed him up and dropped him into the sock. He then felt the sock balled up and stuffed into the sneaker. "Good night, cuz. I will take you out of the sock in the morning, but not out of the sneaker." Leo heard Jay laughing after he said that.

The sock didn't smell too bad. The sneaker itself had a little foot odor, but manageable. Leo thought he could crawl out, but the sock was too much for him at two inches tall. Yet he didn't want to even attempt to escape partly. He was secretly enjoying this feeling. He was trapped in his cousin's sneaker, just wished his socked foot was joining him there. He would just have to wait till morning. He drifted off the sleep, letting Jay's foot scent drift him off to sleep.

In the morning, Leo was startled awake as the sock was shifted upside down with him tumbling out of it and landing back inside the sneaker. The odor was more intense now that he was no longer inside the sock. He saw Jay looking down at him, still smiling. "Remember that you wanted this. You are in there till my whole day is over." He paused as he showed Leo his newly socked foot. "I suggest you get in the toe section. It will be more fun for both of us that way." He spoke as he tipped the sneaker downwards. Leo fell forward to the toe section. He saw light disappear as Jay's foot entered. He stayed low till his whole foot was in. He felt Jay lower his socked toes on top of him, applying a little pressure.

Jay pressed down lightly with his toes on top of Leo. He felt him squirming a little. He was still alive in there. He was pleased. He didn't want to crush him completely. There was such a superior feeling that he had a tiny trapped under his toes. He really liked what it felt like. He wanted to experience more days like this. He hoped his cousin survives the day, he thought to himself as he played with his tiny toy man under his toes.

Being stuck under his cousin's toes was giving Leo a boner. He was loving every moment of it. He took out his cock and began jerking it as the toe crushing continued over and over.

Jay felt what his Leo was doing under his toes. It really amused him. He was literally jerking off to being trapped in his sneaker under foot. That made him apply a little more pressure as he continued throughout his day.

As the day went on, Leo felt the sock began to get a little wet with sweat coming from Jay's foot. The thought of he was ready to get out crossed his mind briefly, but remembered the condition that he would have to stay inside the sneaker until his cousin's day was complete. No matter what discomfort he might feel, he was in there for the whole day.

Jay finally got home nearly 16 hours later. He had a long day, but his toy under his toes made the day enjoyable. He took off his sneaker and dumped his cousin on to the floor. He fired at him with the shrink ray in reverse mode. His cousin returned to normal size. "How was it, Leo. I don't know about you, but it was fun for me. You was like a tiny toy to play with all day." He told him.

"I really loved it too. In fact I want to do it again, soon." Leo spoke excitedly about being trapped in Jay's Air Force Ones once again.

After talking about his experience in length, both Jay and Leo agreed it would be a weekly thing for them. At least three or four days out of the week, Leo would be Jay's tiny foot toy. Both never wanted that to change after their first experience.

Of course he stinks, I’ve been wearing him as undies for this longass road trip… and to be honest, he didn’t exactly smell great before I turned him into my Calvin’s, either. And too bad for bro, he’s stuck like this forever now— worn by me all the time, sucking up my farts and drinking up my swass. He’s not human anymore. Just these bright blue draws for me to look good in.