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During drunken night of truth or dare, Tylers friends revealed their obsession for his feet. Who was Tyler to keep them from his musky toes, and sweaty soles? Now they get to be as close as they can be to them slowly loosing themselves and turing into foot obsessed trash on Tyler's feet.

Paying Your Way

Damien caught his brother smelling his feet. He figured if he liked them so much he should be as close to them as possible. Of course the transformation is permanent but he wont mind. The life of his socks is great, they love serving his feet, taking in their musk and sweat all day and night, its pure bliss for them getting to be wrapped around such powerful feet. Just ask Damien's ex...or whats left of him anyways.

Wish he were my brother. I'd beg him to make me his socks every day. I'm so weak for feet I wouldn't last a day with my mind intact. And I'd beg to just be his sock for the rest of my life. That or his foot. Or even just a toe.

What It Takes to Be a Husband

(Content: Age Progression, Military TF, Muscle Growth, Body Hair, Uniform TF, Balding, Beard Growth)

Emil stopped and inhaled deeply as he stood firmly in front of the door. It was a late night and the street would be empty if it wasn’t for that skinny slender figure wearing a tight cheap suit in front of one of the houses. Lieutenant Harris’ house looked like a perfect balance between humble and imposing. Emil waited nervously for the man to come.

“Emil?” suddenly, the door opened to reveal the huge and strong soldier, dressed in casual clothes that still looked sharp. “What are you doing in here so late? Rita is away with her mother, I thought she had told you already.”

“Hi, David. I-I’m not here for her, I just got to talk to you about something.” By having the lieutenant’s daughter as his girlfriend for years, Emil had some special allowances, like calling his future father-in-law by his first name instead of his military rank.

“Come in.” Lieutenant Harris smiled and let the small guy enter his house. “What are you dressed so nicely for?”

Emil felt awkward in his suit. Was it even a good choice? Did he not cause the good impression he was expecting? He sat on the table and cautiously informed the lieutenant about his intentions, looking closely to the man’s eyes to catch his reactions precisely. Emil didn’t went there to ask for much, just to talk about his plans to marry his daughter Rita in the following months. The lieutenant’s daughter hand in marriage was what he wanted. Regardless of his young age, Emil and Rita met and became friends in kindergarten and had been dating since they were both in middle school. Now, at 19 years old and a half-decent job, Emil felt confident enough to bring his lover closer into his life and finally take a bigger role.

“Is Rita aware of your intentions?”

“We’ve talked a little before. I wanted to talk to you first, though.”

“What makes you rush so much for it? You’re not even in college yet, boy.” Lieutenant Harris kept his face firm but soft. He was actually surprised by Emil’s courage and determination.

“I have my own apartment now. It’s pretty small but it’s not rented, it’s kinda mine. Kind of inheritance, you know. My job is paying okay and I’m sure we can both live fine together. I wanna take her with me and build a future together, but first I need the honour to call her my wife.” Emil cringed at himself as he said those memorised words. He sounded so dumb, like a child in a school theatre. The room stayed silent for a weirdly long moment, until the lieutenant took a deep and thoughtful breath.

“What’s the suit for? You won’t marry her tonight, will you?” He then smiled to make Emil feel less intimidated by his imposing frame.

“I needed to cause a good impression. Dress like a man, you know.” Emil chucked, as he struggled to keep his voice firm and deeper.

“I see.” He got up, visibly bothered and thoughtful about Emil’s intentions. He walked around the room, his heavy buff body surrounding the young guy. “Let me be honest, son. I appreciate your effort and I see your honesty. It just concerns me if you’re enough of a grown man to follow this plan.”

“Sir, I know I’m young but I’m sure I’m going to give her a good life. I love her.”

“Don’t get me wrong, boy. You’re barely an adult. And need more than love to have a right to call yourself a husband or even a father in potential. You need more purpose, direction and discipline. I don’t want to be hard on you, but I’m worrying for my daughter. I appreciate you, but you drift through life without any real sense of what it means to be a man.”

“I will work on that. I promise I will.” Emil lowered his head in shame. Was he crazy? What shitty idea he had! "With all due respect, sir, I also think that's a bit harsh. I've been doing my best and we are all still learning. You know it.”

"Your best?" Lieutenant Harris sat down again. "Your best still isn't good enough. Not for Rita, not for this family. Being a man means more than just trying. It means succeeding. It means taking charge and proving your worth."

"I work hard, David. I do my best to support Rita and be there for her. Just because I don't follow the same path as you doesn't mean I'm not worthy." Emil felt a surge of anger.

"Do you think being a man is just about hard work? It's about character, resilience, and the ability to handle responsibility. Right now, you lack most of that. You're still a boy in a man's world. You couldn’t even dress yourself in actual man’s clothes." Lieutenant David looked with pity to Emil’s cheap skinny suit.

“But I think I have an idea, Emil.”

“Look at yourself, Emil. This is not what a man looks like. You gotta be confident, put-together. You'll learn what it takes to fill out a role like this."

“I... I understand, sir."

“No, you don't. Not yet. But you will.”

"So what do you want from me, David?" Emil clenched his fists under the table.

"Hey, calm down Emil. I’m talking to you as a friend. I expect you to understand me.” David had his voice both calm and firm. “I want you to grow up, Emil. To man yourself up into your full potential. To become someone worthy of success and maturity. And I want to help you with it”

“Help? How?”

“You gotta trust me and let my work on you. It won’t be easy, you gotta open your mind and let go of the life you have. Your life won’t be the same. But I assure you that I’m gonna make you a bette person in less time than you expect. After that, you can maybe come to me again and discuss about this marriage, but now we gotta work together and I’ll be in charge. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, David.”

“Do you agree with what we’ll do together?”

“I will, sir. I promise. All for Rita.”

“My daughter is doing fine. As I see, you’re more likely to become a burden in her life. So you will do it for yourself.”

Emil froze. It was too much for his brain to handle. He deeply regretted ever going there. Lieutenant Harris went back to his calm, more respectful voice tone as he guided Emil into his office.

“If you want to earn the right to call yourself Rita’s husband someday, you need to prove yourself." he sat down on his desk. “Let’s begin your enlisting.”

"David, I don't think it’s a good idea. I will to do what you want but… joining the army? That's a huge decision." Emil stepped back, shocked by the sudden shift of topic in their talk.

“Life is full of tough decisions, Emil. This is one of them. You need to decide if you're willing to do what it takes to be the man you deserve to become. Are you ready to step up, or are you going to remain in this weak position forever?"

"I... I want to be the man you want me to be. The man that Rita needs. But the army..."

“In the army, I will have more resources to give you the tools you need. Discipline, strength, respect. A transformation. These are qualities that are lacking in you right now and I’ll be there to man you up. You need to make a choice, boy. Either agree or step aside."

“Sir, I..."

"This is your enlistment form. Sign it."

“David, this is a lot to take in."

"You think this is a lot? Life's only going to get tougher. You need to show that you're capable of handling it. Sign the form. Don’t waste my time tonight.”

In a sudden energy peak, Emil took the pen and signed the papers. Then, in an unexpected twist of events, he was now a soldier instead of a future groom. What a brutal turn of events.

“Soldier, thanks for your decision. Time to get ready for duty.” Lieutenant Harris got up, in a full military posture, and handed him folded camo clothes and a pair of heavy boots. “I hope these are your size.”

Emil stood shocked and with a blank face.

“Get dressed, soldier.” the lieutenant said again. “Let’s see how you look.”

Intimidated, Emil undressed and start to put on the uniform. The fabric was heavy and uncomfortable. He was still unbelieving that situation, but there was no way back. He was a recruit now and dread consumed his expressions as he saw himself in the mirror in a full recruit uniform.

“Looks good. Now, listen carefully, soldier. From this moment on, I'm your superior. I'm Lieutenant Harris, and you will address me as such. Understood?"

"Yes, Lieutenant Harris." he nodded.

"Good. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Respect is the main pillar in the army."

Emil adjusted his posture, noticing the quick shift in their relationship. The friendly atmosphere had vanished, replaced by a strict military hierarchy.

“Now follow me here, soldier. We gotta put you in shape.

The lieutenant put a chair on a room and ordered Emil to sit down. Then, he grabbed an electric shaver from a counter.

“Sir? What is-“

“Not a word until I finish, soldier.” his voice spread on the room. Emil trembled as he felt his hair being shaved off his head. “You made your decision and now you gotta act on it. See what I was trying to tell you? You can’t have enough respect and discipline. I see that you will have to learn it on the hard way.”

Emil even felt tears forming on his eyes, but he hold them in as his hair fell on the floor.

"Much better. Now, you're starting to look the part." Lieutenant Harris looked satisfied to the scrawny and scared Emil that was frozen in shook after having his hair shaved by the hands of his girlfriend’s father. The huge man grabbed a pile of clothes in another counter and started to get dressed in them. It was his own uniform. Emil always felt impressed whenever he saw the lieutenant in his duty clothes. How could that man look even stronger? After new orders, Emil followed him outside to his car, feeling a sense of dread.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"To the base," he said. "Your training starts now. And no more talking until my next order.”

The drive was silent, and the tension in the car unbearable for Emil. His mind raced with anxiety. The base was right ahead, with its big gates being guarded by a group of soldiers not older than Emil. As they drove through, Emil felt a chill run down his spine. Harris parked and led him through a series of corridors, each more intimidating than the other. Finally, they reached a dark dormitory. Lieutenant Harris opened the door and gestured for Tom to enter.

“This is where you'll be staying," Harris said, his tone devoid of any warmth. “Any step out of discipline will be met with harsh consequences, okay? Take a rest but don’t get too comfortable. In a few hours I will start my work on you.”

Emil entered the room, crowded with other recruits. It smelled like many locker rooms at once. He laid down on the only empty bed but the heavy aura couldn’t let him sleep, so all he had to do was avoid making noise and overthink the sudden twist in his life. His buzzcut head itched on the pillow and the heat of the room was making him sweat on the thick fabric of his uniform. He closed his eyes to make time pass faster, but he knew it was going to be a tough rest of night.

As soon as the hours passes, Emil was concerned about where the lieutenant was. It was taking too long. At around 4AM, the door opened again and all soldiers got out of their sleepers, standing in posture as Lieutenant Harris entered the room, coming straight at Emil.

“Follow me, soldier.” the other recruits looked with curiosity as Emil was taken out of the room. “And the rest of you, go back to your positions and mind your businesses.”

Emil followed Lieutenant Harris in silence to a tent.

“Take off your shirt, soldier.” Emil froze as he saw the man preparing some needles and syringes on a metal table. “This might itch a little. Hope you don’t mind needles.”

The liquid was injected on his upper arm, followed by two other ones. He felt nauseous and ill.

“For now on, you’ll meet me here every night. Here is where I’ll work on your boosters and analyse the results. Contact me about any side effect, understood?”

“Boosters?”

“This is for your body. You lack testosterone and I’ll be giving you higher doses of it. I expect you to go through sort of another puberty in the following weeks. I also gave you strengthening supplements and growth stimulators.” Lieutenant Harris handed him a bottle of water and a few pills. “This is a few more supplementing. Your training will be different from your fellow recruits so we can have the fastest transformation on your body.”

“How long will it take, sir?”

“This is a duty for life, young man. The military is your future now.” the lieutenant walked Emil back to the dorm. “But my hopes is that your metamorphosis is completed in six months or less. Meanwhile you’re gotta work on your mind to think like a man or I’ll have to teach you in the hard way. Hope you enjoy the first day of training.”

******

Emil’s mornings in the army began right before sunrise, with barely any time to rest due to his meetings with Harris. Leaping out of bed in seconds, he stood rigidly for the inspection. The sergeant’s eyes missed nothing, any detail out of place would be met with immediate punishment. Before dawn, Emil had to go on a brutal six-mile run, with the full backpack and carrying heavy gear. The cold air cut painfully through him, but it was the intense burning in his lungs and legs that consumed him the most. The weight was brutal. There was no room for error. Then, he had finally a few time to shower and change. Breakfast was rushed and silent as he swallowed the food with high calories with extra protein that was prepared specially for him, by Lieutenant Harris’ request.

The morning training was the worst. The weightlifting pushed his muscles past his limits, the calisthenics demanded too much military precision and the obstacle field, a nightmarish route of mud, pointy wire, and high walls, tested his strength and determination. Stopping was never an option, and any hesitation was immediately followed by punishments. The lunch time provided no relief, just a quick and silent meal before diving into combat drills and tactical exercises. The hand-to-hand combat always left him bruised while his mind was about to go insane. It was specially hard with the each of his daily injections of strong hormones and supplements to make him build muscle mass and increase his size. His bones ached as they were slowly pushed to expand. His throat was itchy as the high doses of testosterone were reaching his vocal cords.

The evening brought no relief. Emil had to go on long marches carrying heavy equipment that almost crushed his bones. Every step was a test of his determination and mental stability as the weight of his gear a constant and oppressive burden. Finally, a torturous hour of mental exercises closed the day. The strategy games were too much for his exhausted mind, the military history studies demanded a high amount of focus, and he got quickly mentally drained. Emil collapsed into his bed each night with countless aches and bruises, barely able to process the day's brutality. And then he had to get up to meet with Lieutenant Harris to continue his procedures that were getting weirder and more intense each night

The relentless routine of heavy supplements, testosterone boosters, and different pills added to his torment. By swallowing the bitter medicine every night, his body started going through a strong and painful transformation. The supplements built his muscle mass at a punishing pace, demanding too much energy from his already tired body. The testosterone boosters added up aggression, stamina and the wildest libido to his body. He was hard for most of the day and got aroused constantly. At night, he could sniff the air and recognise the pheromones of each one of his colleagues and couldn’t contain the initial involuntary cum blasts on his uniform because of the constant smell of sweat everywhere. There were also times where he was put inside of a machine where his naked skin was hit by warm laser lighting, especially on his face. This was slowly leaving him skin more hardened and thick. Each week he seemed to look at least one year older.

Emil disliked every moment, from the relentless pressure to the loss of his youthful appearance, but he couldn’t fully hate the changes. His body grew stronger, his mind got smarter and he felt more confidence, even though the cost was immense. Lieutenant Harris’s work, alongside the brutal training, were molding him into someone tougher, resilient and manlier. Every day was a hellish cycle of physical and mental agony, designed to break him down and rebuild him in the lieutenant’s expectations. Slowly, he outgrew his uniforms and boots. He had to get bigger ones as he grew taller, stronger and bulky, with his calorie-dense diet giving him a lot of weight to feed his quickly maturing body. His voice, once clear and youthful, deepened into a resonant and low tone due to the testosterone boosters. This new voice carried an authority far beyond his years.

Emil’s procedures were intense, and they were giving way stronger results than what Lieutenant Harris planned. Weekly chemical peels stripped layers of from his skin, revealing raw, weathered surfaces beneath, simulating months of exposure to draining conditions. The UV treatments added a leathery texture, even some lines around his eyes and mouth, mimicking a long time of stress and fatigue. His skin took on a sophisticated and mature look, making him appear more like a man. The lieutenant just wanted him to lose his childish face, but the processes got Emil a way stronger result. His scent changed as well and he was particularly pleased by that part. The combination of intense physical training and powerful supplements increased his natural body odor, making him muskier and sweatier. Just a few minutes of training left him drenched in sweat, and the rigorous schedule allowed little time for much personal hygiene, adding more richness to his persistent masculine smell. Not that he cared.

After weeks of hair growth pills and high doses of testosterone and minoxidil, his facial hair grew thick and patchy. From night to day, a dark stubble covered his jawline and upper lip. He maintained a trimmed, military-style goatee and stubble that Lieutenant Harris was also not expecting. The treatment was pushing his body beyond its natural limits. The height boosters stretched his bones painfully, adding many inches to his frame. The muscle growth supplements bulked up his physique impressively, while the hair growth supplements covered his chest, arms, and back in dense, dark hair. Despite the prematurely balding caused by the high DHT on his blood flow, his head remained in a strict military cut, so he couldn’t really notice it. The intense training aged his skin even further, as the outside exercises exposed him to many different environments. The constant physical stress also accelerated the development of lines and subtle wrinkles, gifting his face with a hardened and mature appearance. His mind also changed, gone was the hesitant and unsure 19-years-old loser. In his place a young man with confidence and resilience was emerging, looking 25 or 26 years old in just three months. Lieutenant Harris started to get concerned about how far the growing process was going, but it was too late so stop or reverse it because Emil was too addicted to all of that.

****

Three months later, Emil was trying to be happy about finally see his girlfriend again. Rita had been away for some months, with her mother in the countryside, and he was planning to surprise her with his improved appearance and finally propose. Then he would marry her. That was his goal and he was about to achieve it. But why wasn’t he feeling as excited as before? Rita came, surprised by how much he changed in such a short time. His clothes were too tight for him to move, since he had just been wearing uniforms since he enlisted and never care to buy more civilian clothes. His voice, weight, height and even his body language were completely different, as if there was a new man in front of her. They talked, had dinner, and she awkwardly observed Emil’s body. He was very hot, she couldn’t deny it. But he also smelled more, not as hygienic as he used to be. His musk made her lose her apetite and he was too focused on different things in life other than their relationship. She couldn’t contain her uncomfortable expression as he put her arms on her shoulder and she felt the sweaty and hairy skin touching her. That wasn’t really the guy she fell in love it. The date was awkward and long, Emil even forgot to propose. They went home with a bittersweet and indifferent flow of thoughts about each other.

******

Emil was in his apartment packing his stuff. He was about to move permanently to the base and give back his inherited cubicle to his family. He was excited to take another step in his life, not even caring much about the recent break up with Rita.

“Emil?” a deep voice came from the door. “Can I talk to you?”

“Lieutenant Harris, please enter, sir.” he adjusted his posture and stood in a respectful position to his superior.

“Please, I want to talk to you as just David now. Forget the army stuff.”

“What’s wrong, sir?”

“I’ve heard of what happened and I’m sorry for that. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you and I shouldn’t have taken all of it so far. You’re free to leave your position and take your life, Emil.” Emil never heard the ashamed and regretful tone in the lieutenant’s voice.

“Please, David. It’s fine. It was a mutual decision and I think me and Rita are happy this way.”

“Emil, I think you should-“ the lieutenant tried to say before being interrupted.

“I wish to continue, sir. I want to see how far you can take me and what else you can do to me.”

“Are you sure? This will be irreversible, soldier. You will never be the same person again. You’re already not the same person and it was my fault.”

“I know, and this is what I want.”

“So let’s continue your metamorphosis then, recruit.” Harris finally said, after a long pause for thinking.

******

So six months had passed since Emil joined the military and his transformation had been astounding. The once unsure and youthful guy was now full of strength and maturity. The rigorous training, hormone therapy and physical procedures had sculpted him into a muscular, bearded man who now looked like he was in his thirties. His broad shoulders, full beard, dense body hair and his shiny bald head gave him a well deserved masculine and imposing appearance.

It was the week after Emil’s 20th birthday when David called him into his house on a day off. They were going on a night out together to celebrate the new Emil and his achievements, both in appearance and military development.

"Emil, I think it’s time you try something different," the lieutenant said, pulling out an elegant dark suit from his closet. "This is one of my favorites, and I think it will look even better on this new you."

Emil hesitated for a moment, then took the suit, feeling the expensive fabric on his fingers. "Thank you, David. I appreciate it a lot.”

David smiled with pride and fondness in his eyes. "Go ahead and try it on."

Emil went to another room and carefully got dressed in the suit. He also wore a linen dress shirt, that softly embraced his massive hairy body. He slid silky comfortable socks on his feet and put them inside a pair of fancy loafers. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel pleased. David’s clothes were not unfamiliar to Emil, since he outgrew all his clothes too fast and the lieutenant started sharing his wardrobe, but he never got to wear something fancy like that. The suit fit him perfectly, emphasizing his muscular build and mature appearance. David’s scent – expensive cologne, body spray and the odour of a soldier – was now all around his body, mixing with his own scent that sticked deeply through all his body hair. He straightened the tie and took a deep breath, ready to embrace this new chapter of his life.

When Emil reappeared, David's eyes lit up.

"You look really incredible," he said, clapping a hand on Emil’s broad shoulder. "As if this suit was made for you."

"Thanks, David. It means a lot coming from you," Emil replied, feeling the warmth of genuine friendship in David’s words.

They left the house together, heading into the city for a night of fun. Despite their significant age gap and military hierarchy, they had also developed closeness and mutual understanding. Their evening started with a dinner at an rooftop restaurant. As they enjoyed their meal, they talked about everything. From military experiences to Emil’s new personal aspirations. David shared stories from his own past, and Emil got himself laughing and engaging in the conversation with a confidence that he had never felt before.

After dinner, they visited a jazz club, where the vibrant music and atmosphere broke their military posture. They ate more, drank and even danced, forgetting their duties for a second. Emil never imagined that David would be actually such a fun and energetic man.

"You’ve come a long way, Emil. I’m proud of you.” David looked at him, a proud smile on his face.

"Thanks, David. And thank you for everything. I wouldn’t be here without your help." Emil nodded with gratitude.

After their evening of celebration, the tone between them turned serious once more. Emil’s transformation was complete, but the reality of his new appearance couldn't be ignored. He had recently turned 20 years old with the full appearance of a 35 years old man, and this had complications that needed to be addressed.

"Emil," David said, his voice steady, "Thwre are some important changes we need to make in order for this to work. It’s going to be strange for someone your age to look as you do now, so we have to take unwanted steps to protect you and ensure that you can move on successfully."

"What do you mean, David?" Emil looked at David with apprehension. David handed him a folder.

"These will be your new documents. A new name, a new birth date. From now on, you will be known as Neil Roy, born ten years earlier than your actual birthdate. We’re transferring you to a distant military base where you can start a new life with this new identity.”

“I’ll be 30?”

“I was generous with you. No way you look younger than 35.”

Emil opened the folder and stared at the new identity documents. The name Neil Roy and the altered birthdate felt surreal. Not only he got new name, but a new rank.

“Hey... I’ll be a general officer? I’ve only been in the army for six months."

“Your quick promotion to a General is necessary to avoid any suspicion. No one will question a man who looks like you holding that rank." David nodded, his expression firm. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but this is the best way to protect you and ensure your transformation serves a purpose. With your new appearance, it would raise too many questions for you to remain as you were. This is what’s best for you, General."

Neil was shocked but understood the necessity. David was still his superior, and his decision carried weight. "I understand, sir. I’ll do what’s needed."

"I know this is overwhelming, but you’ve proven your resilience and adaptability. You’ve come this far, and I have no doubt you’ll excel in your new role. Embrace this new life and the opportunities it brings." David placed a hand on General Roy’s shoulder.

General Roy took a deep breath, his mind racing with the implications of his new identity. "Thank you, sir. For everything. I’ll make sure I live up to this new responsibility."

In that moment, the air between them was overwhelmed with an unspoken tension. David leaned closer, and Neil found himself unable to look away. Their lips (and beards) met in a brief, but sincere kiss, a culmination of months of shared hardship, respect, and perhaps something more.

"Good luck, General Roy," David whispered with a sad smile. Neil stood shocked about what had just happened. His rough skin blushed under his beard and his heart raced.

——-

The next morning, General Roy packed his belongings and prepared for the transfer. As he boarded the plane to the distant military base, he felt proud of himself. The transformation had been intense and challenging, but he was ready to embrace his new identity as Neil Roy.

Rising Through The Snow

(Content: Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Body Hair TF, Clothing TF, Sports TF, Ski TF, Beard TF, Masculinisation TF, Mental Changes)

Part 1 - The Escape

Evan didn’t want to talk about college anymore. The pressure had become too much to deal with. His friends were excited, and his parents were pressing him too harsh. He needed a break from everything and everyone or else he would freak out. When he found out about his father’s old cabin in the woods, it seemed like the perfect escape. His father Johannes used to be a skier back in his days, but had to abandon it to pursue his dream career in a bigger town. When told his parents that he needed some time alone to think and “figure things out”, they reluctantly agreed. A few days later, Evan was on his way to the cabin, far away from everyone and everything.

The cabin was small and deep in the mountains, almost isolated from the neighbouring towns and surrounded by dense forests. As soon he arrived, the first flakes of snow began to fall, covering the ground in white spots. It was beautiful, but also a reminder that the cold had arrived way earlier this year, and he wondered if he brought enough appropriate clothes. When he unlocked the door, a musty smell greeted him. The cabin was exactly as his father had left it years ago, with dust-covered furniture, an old fireplace, and walls with photos of a younger and more vibrant version of his father Johannes. Evan’s eyes focused on one photo in particular: his father, standing proudly, with muscles filling out a heavy coat as he carried his ski equipment. That made Evan shiver, and it wasn’t just from the cold.

Part 2 - A Cold Awakening

The snowstorm came quicker and heavier than expected. By the second day, the cabin was buried in snow, and the temperature had dropped violently. Evan realized that he was in fact unprepared for such a harsh winter. The jackets that he brought weren’t nearly enough to keep out the strong cold. He looked through the cabin, desperate to find something warmer. That’s when he found his father’s old clothes. They were in a small closet in a bedroom. Evan hesitated before opening it, as if he was disturbing something sacred. There were thick wool sweaters, heavy pants, leather jackets, heavy coats, and – his body froze – a decent collection of vintage ski jumpsuits. The jumpsuits were straight from another era, bright, detailed and pattered, coming from the 1980s and 90s. They were made of thick and protective material, designed to face the harshest winter conditions. The sight of them filled Evan with awe and intimidation as he remembered the pictures of his father, in his golden days. Those were the clothes of a brave man whose life was filled with adventure and challenge, while Evan, at almost 20 years old, hadn’t even put his life together.

Evan hesitated as he touched the old fabric. He wasn’t like his father, he was slender, weak, with narrow shoulders and a scrawny build. But the cold was unbearable, and he needed warmth. He slipped into one of the sweaters, and the fabric loose around his skin, with the sleeves hanging awkwardly past his hands. Next, he tried on one of the coats, a suede one that dwarfed him. The coat was dark brown, with a vintage fitting and too wide on the shoulders. It smelled like a mixture of soft musky sweat and old woodsmoke. It smelled like masculinity. He wondered what adventures his father had lived inside of those clothes. Evan glanced at the dusty mirror hanging on the wall. He looked like a child playing dress-up, drowning in his father’s old clothes. As he stood there, a creeping thought entered his mind. You’ll never fill those clothes. You’re too weak. Too small. He shook his head, trying to understand where the thought came from.

Part 3 - The Push

The storm raged on and with each passing hour the cabin grew colder. Evan kept himself busy by exploring every corner of the cabin, hoping to find more warmth or a distraction. He quickly found his father’s old ski equipment, boots, skis, poles, and a pair of thick, fur-lined gloves. Everything was so much bigger and heavier than anything Evan was used to. Intrigued, his curiosity got the better of him. He pulled out a pair of the boots, surprised at their size and weight. They were made of dark leather, worn but well-maintained, with thick soles designed to grip the ice. He sat down, took off his shoes, and slid his feet into the boots. They were too big, but as he laced them up, they seemed to fit a little better than he expected. Next, he put on the gloves and they swallowed his hands. They were warm, and he didn’t want to take them off and he imagined his father’s big hands inside of that.

As he moved around the cabin in his father’s old clothes, he felt a strange compulsion to try on more. He pulled out one of the vintage ski jumpsuits, a beige one with dark details. It was thick and not as heavy as he expected. He hesitated for a moment before slipping his legs into the suit. It was far too large but as he zipped it up, he felt a sense of security. The jumpsuit made him feel grounded, as if he was carrying a piece of his father’s strength and maturity with him. He also had an unsettling sensation, as if the clothes were shaping and molding him into someone else.

Evan found himself staring at the mirror again. This time, he didn’t look like a child playing dress-up. The layers of clothes made him appear bulkier, with a bigger body. He stood a little straighter and his chest puffed out slightly. Maybe… maybe I can be like him. The thought was subtle but strong, echoing in his mind.

Part 4 - The Changes

Days were passing and the storm showed no signs of stopping. The cabin was buried under snow, and the cold was relentless. Evan wore his father’s clothes constantly, adding more layers until he was completely enveloped in them to get through the lower temperatures. He switched between the different ski jumpsuits—sometimes wearing the deep blue one, other times opting for a bright colored one. But as ridiculous as the outfits might have seemed, they were warm, and they offered protection from the bitter cold.

The more he wore them, the more the cabin seemed to close in around him, with the walls pressing down, as if urging him to become something more. Something stronger. The mirror became his obsession. He couldn’t stop looking at himself, looking for any subtle change. His face seemed leaner, more angular, and his shoulders looked broader, though he couldn’t tell if it was just because of the layers of clothes. A light and very soft stubble was growing on his cheeks and chin. Deep down, he knew something unexplainable was happening, beyond just the physical appearance. The cabin was doing something to him.

Then, one night, it finally happened.

He was lying in bed, and the cold was passing through even the thickest of blankets. He pulled on another sweater, hoping for warmth. He couldn’t sleep, so he decided to get up and find some distraction. But as he did, a sharp pain shot through his body, like a knife in his gut. He doubled over, gasping, as the pain intensified, spreading through his limbs, his chest and his head. His bones ached and expanded, his muscles were stretching and swelling beneath the layers of clothes. He felt his chest expand and his shoulders widening. His legs exploded in muscles, perfectly filling out the oversized pants. His feet pushed against the inside of the boots, fitting perfectly now. He gritted his teeth as his hands clenched into fists, and the gloves tightened around his fingers.

The changes weren’t just in his sizes. Dark body hair began to grow thicker. spreading down his arms and chest under his once loose t-shirt. A full beard immediately sprouted on his face, transforming his youthful features into something more developed and mature. He could feel the hair on his chest thickening, pushing out against the fabric of his clothes. Even his head, once full of soft hair, began to change. his hairline receded and the signs of balding exposed his scalp to the cold.

Evan went towards the mirror with his heart pounding and sweat forming on his forehead despite the low temperatures. He barely recognized the man staring back at him. His face was older, aged, with lines carved into his skin that hadn’t been there before. His receding hair had even a few hints of gray at the temples, and his forehead was broader. The beard that had grown on his face was thick and wild, giving him a distinctly older appearance. He looked to be in his mid-30s, maybe even pushing 40, a complete twist from the slender young man who had arrived at the cabin. His body, once slender and weak, was now muscular and powerful. The layered clothes fit perfectly to his frame, highlighting the broadness of his shoulders and the strength in his arms and legs. His hands, once slender and small, were now hairy, large and rough under the gloves. The transformation was complete. He was just like his father now, or something very close to it.

Part 5 - The Embrace

As the storm finally began to slow down, Evan emerged from the cabin, stepping into the snow-covered wilderness, carrying the ski equipment. The cold no longer bothered him, it felt like a challenge that he was now ready to face. He picked up the skis and strapped them to his feet, grabbing the poles with hands that no longer trembled. As if he could absorb all of his father’s courage from the ski suit.

He took a deep breath as the sun appeared in the morning sky, and glided through the snow. The new strength of his massive muscles made everything easy, even though he never had much practice with skiing. The forest around him was silent except for the sound of his skis cutting through the wind. He felt somehow free.

Evan stayed in the cabin for longer than he had planned. The transformation was more than physical, it was as almost as if the essence of his father had been put into him. He found himself drawn to the life his father must have had, the solitude of the mountains and the silent connection with the nature. He began to think less of the life he’d left behind, of college and the expectations were weighting heavily. As the days passed, Evan settled into a routine. He chopped wood with ease, something that his once weak arms would have never done. He skied through the dense forests, exploring the places that his father had once conquered. Each day, he wore his father's clothes, feeling more connected to the man who had once filled them. The ski jumpsuits became his uniform, like armor that protected and empowered him.

Occasionally, he ventured into the nearby village to get groceries and supplies. Some people there had been familiar with his father in the past, and Evan wasn’t expecting that he had so much of a resemblance to Johannes. When he approached the counter of a small shop to pay, the elderly shopkeeper looked up at him, trying to recognise the familiar face.

“Johannes? It’s been a while since you’ve been here.” she said as she recognised the clothes and physique. Evan froze with a heavy throat. He hadn’t thought about what to say, how to explain that he was actually Johannes’ son. His first instinct was to correct her, but something stopped him. He suddenly felt pushed to embrace his father’s identity.

With a knot in his stomach, he slowly found it easier to respond as if he were Johannes, the name of his father. It felt somewhat comforting, and with each visit to the village, he began to embody that identity more fully. Evan learned to carry himself the way his father had, with confidence and strength. He spoke less but, when he did, it was with a certainty that he had never known in his former life. The villagers treated him as if Johannes had simply returned after a long absence. He felt relief in this new identity. The burdens of his past seemed to slip away, buried under the layers of his father’s clothes, under the thick beard that now covered his face, and the strong frame that had replaced his former slenderness. He no longer saw the young, uncertain guy in the mirror. The man staring back at him was someone who could easily live up to the legacy of his father.

Part 6: The New Life

Weeks had turned into months and the winter deepened. The snow was higher around the cabin, but Johannes (Evan’s old name was almost forgotten) felt more at home than ever. He spent his days in the cabin, surrounded by his father’s old belongings, and went the village only when necessary. Johannes found himself more drawn to the photographs on the cabin walls. The photos of his father as a young man, his bearded face, his eyes full of life. It was easy to believe that he was the man in those photos now. The more he embraced his father’s life, the more his past seemed to blur, fading like a distant dream. The young man of the pictures on the wall was him.

With the transformation came unexpected changes. His hair began to thin even further, making him bald in a short time. His face, matured with a beard that had grown even wilder and fuller, carried the marks of a time that he didn’t live. His hands were now calloused and worn, with the nails stained with dirt from the woods. His body had filled out completely with thick, healthy and strong muscles. He was taller and had weight that hadn’t been there before, a weight of years that he hadn’t lived but now accepted as his own.

As the winter continued, he began to feel the weight of the transformation more strongly. The snow was relentless, and the isolation of the cabin was suffocating sometimes. There were nights when he would wake in a cold sweat, haunted by the image of his father in the mirror that was actually himself. But during the day, as he chopped wood or slid through the snow in his father’s old jumpsuits, the fear would disappear, replaced by a quiet acceptance of who he had become. Johannes stopped thinking about the future, about the life he had left behind. There was no more talk of college, no more dreams of a different life. The boy who had once been so uncertain was gone. In his place stood Johannes, a man who had lived a life of adventure and hardship, who had known the strength of the mountains and the cold embrace of winter. In the end, that was all that mattered. Evan had been lost to the cold. In his place, a new Johannes was born, and all that was left of Evan inside him was gone.

A couple of Scottish Foot Masters putting a fag slave in its place.

An Alpha God ending the life of a disobedient foot slave. Obey Him, or you'll be rotting on his Big Manly Sweaty Alpha soles too, slowly being reduced down into nothing but his Foot Stink!

A Straight Alpha Man turning his pathetic faggot "brother" into a Dirty Stinky sock for him to sweat and cum in as much as he wants, whenever he feels like it...looks like the fag's boyfriend couldn't handle such harsh torture, wounder if this one will break just as easily...

Smug Scottish Ned clames he's not seen your friends, but something definitely smells a foot...or rather, a sock...

A Chav Lad breaking in his new kicks.

Would you obey Him?

How much would you pay to become his sock?

Scottish Alpha comes across a group of fags on his way home from the pub...

A nerd's worst nightmare.

After your parents leave for the week, your two older Alpha brothers are left in charge, and they immediately put you in your place by turning your best friends into their socks.

Are you going to do what the say and willingly become their foot slave for the week? Or will you share in the stinky, sweaty fate of your friends? Your choice!