Start Sniffing And Keep Sniffing Its The Only Thing You Will Ever Do

Start sniffing and keep sniffing… it’s the only thing you will ever do

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Team Prank Gone Wrong

This is why you don’t hike alone! No one around for miles, no one around to witness me magically transforming you into my shiny new skin suit! And no one would ever know… who’s gonna believe you’ve been turned into a strange man’s sweat-soaked spandex sportswear? Nobody.

Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account

Drake would often see the coworker in the cubicle across from him wearing his shoes sockless. He found his feet hot and, at times, fantasized about them. But he was nervous to approach his coworker about his foot fetish, unsure of how he would respond.

One day, Drake decided to take a chance on it. He sent a quick email to his coworkers station. In the email, he told him about how hot his feet look and how much he would love to massage them for him. He waited for a reply, so nervous about what he would say or think about it.

Drake received a reply that was thirty minutes later from Luke. Luke told him to meet him in the private break room at noon to see how serious he was about his feet. Drake was excited and yet nervous at the same time. It was a reply he didn't expect.

Drake meets Luke in the private break room as directed. Luke propped his feet on the chair next to him. "So, you admire my bare feet, show me," Luke requested. Drake got to his knees and removed his shoes. He began massaging his feet for a good five minutes while Luke snacked on some fresh fruit he brought with him to eat. Sometimes, he would look down at him, massaging his feet and smile.

"Give my feet some kisses while you massage them." Luke requested while messing with his phone. Drake kissed and massaged his feet. He noticed that Luke's feet had a little odor to them, but he loved it. He began licking between his toes and licking the soles of his feet.

Luke noticed his break time was almost up. He rather enjoyed this little foot worship session during lunch. He wanted it to continue while he worked. There was only one way to do that. He pulled out his TF phone that he carries with him sometimes. "I hope you won't mind, but I like for you to continue worshipping my bare feet. Hopefully, I won't forget to take you off before going home." He spoke to a confused look on Drake's face. He pressed a button on his TF phone, and a flash of light beamed at Drake. Where Drake once was, were a pair of clean van shoes. He put on the clean shoes and gathered up his old ones. Once back at his desk, he placed his old shoes in a bag on the side of his desk.

Drake didn't know exactly what happened when he saw the light flash at him. But he knew exactly what Luke had done to him the moment he saw a foot get secured on his face in a nice fit. The walking part further proved what he was now. Luke had turned him into a pair of shoes. Each step was cushioned by his face. It was quite painful to him, but probably felt good for Luke. This was not how he wanted to spend his time at work. He sensed that his senses were extremely heightened. The foot odor was far more intense than before. He slightly wanted to push them away but lacked the ability because he was now an inanimate object. He was forced to suffer under Luke's bare feet for the rest of the day.

Luke left his desk several hours later to go to the restroom. He was only gone a few minutes. When he returned, he saw the bag with his old shoes were gone from the side of his desk. He inquired about it from the coworker next to him. He was told one of the janitorial staff thought it was trash and took it. He went to go find him, only to find out the trash was already thrown in the compactor. There was no way to retrieve them.

Luke went back to his desk. That meant he would have to take Drake home with him. There was no way he was leaving work barefoot. It would look rather strange. There was a plus, though. Drake was really comfortable wearing barefoot. It's been a while since he found shoes this comfortable wearing without socks. He finished up his work day and headed home.

Drake heard the sound of Luke's car starting up. He felt himself being pressed on the break and gas pedals. Luke was leaving work, still wearing him. He tried to protest, but there was no way of doing so. He didn't want to go home with his coworker as his shoes even though he liked Luke's feet. He was a human being, not a pair of shoes. "My old shoes got thrown out by accident. So, I honestly had no choice but to wear you home. I promise in the morning to turn you back to normal." He heard Luke speak to him while he drove. His desire to worship his feet landed him in a precarious situation. He now only hoped that Luke would keep his promise.

SIX MONTHS LATER........

Luke's Van's looked so used up. He honestly liked them looking this way. Drake has been his shoes since he has been six months since he was humanly at work. He kept using him so much that he forgot to transform him back. By the time he remembered that he had promised to do so, it had already been too long. How was Drake to explain where he had been for six months? That would be a nightmare for his former coworker. It's best after all this time just to settle in being his shoes. In that way, Drake doesn't have to explain his whereabouts, and he gets to keep the most comfortable shoes he has ever worn. He just hoped his bare feet hadn't completely warped his mind after six months

Drake was loving every day his Master Luke wore him. At first, he hated it, but over time, he forgot he was ever human. He thought his master had bought him from a store. He loved being used by his Master's feet. There was no greater purpose than supporting his master with each step he took wearing him. He was always shoes from his perspective. He was always sad when his master took him off his feet and overjoyed when being worn. Even though it was painful being walked on or stood on every time, yet as long as his Master's feet were comfortable, it was all worth it. He was shoes belonging to his Master Luke. No other life could be better than this.

"You wanted this bro. To be your big brothers socks. True you only wanted to be like thks3for 48 hours, but you were just way too comfortable to turn back to normal. Man your so worn out"

Noah peels his brother off his feet and tosses him in the trash.

"Next time you should make sure you know what your getting yourself into. Oh wait, there isn't gonna be a next time"

Noah chuckled and slipped on a clean pair of socks. His older brother was bugging him, now its his turn to be worn out.