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Story request by @thetfer
I had been going through my closet, looking at my clothes. Some of them are fans of my TF blog who wanted to be objects I own. Some of them are unwilling objects just because I decided to TF them for fun. Of course, not all them ended up being written about, but some were.
One day, while checking my DMs, I saw one who followed my blog, who was complaining about my TF activity. Thetfer was upset at what I had been doing. He was downright rude about it, in fact. I really didn't have an issue with turning my fans and followers into objects, but apparently, he did. So I decided to ignore his complaint.
After several weeks, thetfer messages were starting to get on my nerves, and something had to be done about it. I invited him to meet me at a local park to discuss his concerns in person. I assume he would be scared to voice his concerns in person, but he actually came.
Thetfer voiced that I was cruel for what I was doing and even threatened to call the authorities on my activities if I didn't cease. I had no intentions of stopping my TF fun. I remained silent while he talked. What he didn't know was that I have my TF device set up in my car pointing directly at the park bench we were sitting on. With remote in hand, I stood up and stepped a few feet from the bench. I hit the remote button. A ray of light struck him.
I watched as he quickly started shrinking in size. "You complained about my TF activity and that it wasn't fair. Now you get to see first hand why you really shouldn't have complained to me." I told him. He begged and pleaded for me to let him go, but I was too much enjoying the moment. I was looking forward to a fresh pair of insoles.
Finally, the transformation was complete. I picked up the insoles on the bench and brought them home with me. I laid them on the bed so that I could determine which pair of shoes to put them in.
These shoes was a fan that obsessed with me. So I decided if I was his obsession, he would be a perfect pair of shoes. Unfortunately, he wasn't very comfortable to wear, even though I wore him often. My foot odor saturated the insides of the poor loser. I almost felt bad for him, almost. Seeing that thetfer could make this loser more comfortable, I stuffed inside the foul stench.
I tried them on, and oh my goodness, the shoes felt much better to wear thanks to thetfer. I thought about thanking him, but who really gives praises to insoles. It's their job to make our shoes comfortable for us to wear. There was no need to thank it.
Thetfer was hurting painfully as anon-sect crushed him under his feet. He wished he had never gone to meet him or complain so much. He wished the pain was the only bad part, but the shoe he was in smelled so bad that he would have gaged if he had a physical mouth. It was the most foul foot odor he had ever encountered. He mentally pleaded to be set free. Anon-sect continued to keep the shoes on going about his day, not concerned about the well-being of his new insoles.
Thetfer had been insoles for about two weeks, being switched from shoe to shoe, serving anon-sect feet. It was a never-ending torture. No matter which pair of shoes he wore, he was always the insoles inside them. Nothing but daily torture. He thought this existed was hopeless till he heard his boyfriend confronting anon-sect about his whereabouts.
I was upset at seeing thetfer's boyfriend up in my face about his disappearance. Somehow, I thought I had gotten away like I always do. But I knew how to fix the issue. Fortunately for me, I also have a TF phone. I took it out quickly. I put in the setting of a pair of white AND1 socks. Before his boyfriend could figure out what was going on, I snapped the picture. He was gone. In his place was my new pair of socks.
I took off my shoes to speak to my insoles for the first time in a long while. "If you were hoping your boyfriend would rescue you, I am dashing your hopes right now. He is my socks. You really are a lucky pair of insoles. Who knows who you will deliver to me for me to transform them." I laugh as I take off my current socks and put on my new socks. They felt wonderful. "Your boyfriend is on my feet now. At least you will be close to him." I laugh more and put my shoes back on with my special pair of insoles inside them.
Thetfer mentally begged anon-sect for forgiveness and to let both of them go, but with no means to convey this, he saw that he and his boyfriend were stuck this way. It was a horrible existence to live the rest of his life serving his feet. He just wished he would just give him a day or two break instead of being used every day. Unfortunately, he was insoles and had no right to determine how much he was used.
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
Request made by @inanimatetffantasies
Corey was going to a big time celebrity meet and greet convention. Among some of the celebrities was his favorite, Neil Ellice. He had seen him as his SOAP character and in several movies and TV shows. This would be his first time actually seeing the actor in person. He was so excited.
After registering at the convention, he made his way to the large room that had a panel of celebrities waiting to go on stage. There were lots of fans in the room chatting and taking their seats. He noticed a table that many were going to before finding a seat to sit down. He went and saw that it was a contest. One lucky person in the room would get to have a private chat with one of the celebrities on stage at the end of the one hour session. Corey noticed one of the chairs was for Neil Ellice. He grabbed a card and wrote his name down along with the celebrity of his choice. He pulled off a small tab from the card that had the number 67 typed on it. On the top left of the card also had the number 67 on it. He figured that was how they would let the audience know who won the contest. He placed the card in the box provided and went to find a seat.
Corey watched as each celebrity was called on stage one at a time. Each celebrity were asked several questions by their fans in the audience. The hour went by fast for some, but not for Corey. He was hoping his number would be called. At the end of the session, the host took to the microphone and announced that it was time for one lucky winner to have the opportunity to have a one on one chat with the celebrity of their choice. Corey watched as everyone who entered the contest pulled out their numbers. There was a drumroll as all waited in anticipation. Finally, the host pulled out a card from the box and spoke number 67. "Whoever is number 67, your celebrity of choice will meet you in the private room behind the stage. The next session starts in two hours, enjoy the convention fellow fans." The host finished as everyone was dismissed to set up for the next session.
Corey made his way to the back and was met by security. He showed the security guy his number, and he was ushered to the private rooming the back. He walked in to find Neil sitting comfortably in one of two chairs in the room. Neil stood up to shake hands with him. "You must be Corey. Nice to meet a loyal fan." He spoke, shaking his hand. Corey was so excited to actually be this close, shaking hands, and the fact that Neil called him by name. He sat down in the chair opposite of Neil. There was a small table with two drinks on it between them.
Corey had a ton of questions going through his mind. He didn't know which to ask first. Before he could as his first question, Neil offered the drink to him. He saw Neil pick up the other drink in hand. He drank about half of his in less than 30 seconds. It was really tasty. He let out a slight burp. "Sorry, Mr. Ellice." He apologized for his manners. "It's perfectly fine, and call me Neil. I have a feeling things will get personal real soon." Neil spoke back to him.
Corey was so amazed at this. The fact that Neil asks to call him on a first name basis. The drink was so tasty that he just finished it off. He suddenly had a weird sensation. For a moment, he thought Neil had seemed taller than earlier. He saw him smiling as he took a sip of his own drink. He quickly realized it wasn't his imagination. Neil was getting taller. In fact, everything in the room was getting bigger.
"I know this probably will seem strange and maybe cruel, but I slipt you a shrinking potion that will make you about five inches tall." Neil said, just watching his fan continue to shrink in his chair.
"Why would you shrink me? I am a big fan of yours." Corey asked in confusion as he was now down to a foot and six inches tall and continuing to shrink.
"Every now and then, I like to truly give a fan an experience they won't forget. I shrink them and have fun with them, but don't worry, you won't be tiny forever." Neil answered his question and saw that Corey was finally down to five inches tall. He grabbed up the tiny five inch fan. He took off one of his shoes and placed Corey in it. He then proceeded to put the shoe back on his foot.
Corey didn't know what Neil was going to do with him until he was dropped into the actor's shoe. He started to beg not to be stepped on, but seeing the giant socked foot approaching, he knew that wouldn't help. The giant foot slide in on top of him, crushing him. He thought the actor was going to kill him when he felt his body expand under his foot.
Neil felt the fan expand out like an extra insole under his foot. He moved his foot inside his shoe to make the insole just perfect. After five minutes, he took his shoe off and removed the insole.
Corey found the odor in the actor's shoe bad, but not terrible. Even the sock had a slight odor to it, but not enough to torture him. Just the part of being flattened and used to support Neil's foot was really the worst of it. He thought the actor was going to keep him there forever until he was removed and smelled fresh air. He was placed on the table. He then felt his body inflat and resume solid form again.
"I hope that wasn't too bad for you, my little guy, Corey. I did like feeling you support my foot, though. It was quite nice." Neil spoke to his tiny fan.
Corey thought he really should be upset over this, but somehow wasn't. Yes, the shoe and sock did have an odor, but not as horrible as it could have been. He was only an insole for a brief period. "It wasn't too bad. Seeing how you are one of my favorite actors, it was kind of cool, briefly being an insole under your foot." Corey paused. "One question: How long will I be this size?" He asked back, curious to see if Neil would be true to his word that he wouldn't be stuck this small forever.
"Actually, that depends on you. Well, everyone, I shrink, always return back to normal size after being my insole for five minutes. No one has ever asked to stay tiny forever." Neil spoke to tiny Corey.
Corey could tell that Neil wanted something that no one had ever offered to him. "How do you make me normal size?" He asked, wanted to know the process. "I just drop a few drops of the reverse potion on you, and you will revert back to your normal size. I guess you are ready for that?" Neil responded back, pulling out a small bottle from his pocket. Corey saw the nice actor really wasn't going to keep him small forever. It was only for a little fun. He still could tell Neil wanted something special.
"Can I stay small a bit longer? Well, what I want to know really is do you want a fan for a tiny pet?" Corey asked, curious to see if his hunch was right on the money.
Neil couldn't believe it. A fan had asked just the fantasy he has always wanted, a fan for his own tiny pet. He always wanted one, but no one ever asked to be one. He would never force a fan of his to be his tiny pet. And if one did, he wouldn't be entirely cruel to him. Now, this one fan asked him what he always wanted. "I do, actually, but strictly on volunteering basis. Also, you would be my tiny pet forever. But I won't be entirely evil or cruel to you. A little crushing here and there. Some foot worship on occasions. I would be kind of both a nice giant and slightly cruel, but I still want to have fun with my tiny pet. What do you say? Before you speak, just know it's permanent. If you agree, then this will be your permanent size." Neil waited for Corey to reply back
Corey saw how much the actor really wanted this. He really liked that Neil was giving him the choice to choose freely instead of forcing it on him. He really was a nice giant. Knowing this decision would be forever, he wanted to make Neil happy. "I will be your tiny pet, Master Neil." He spoke to a big smile on Neil's face.
Neil was happy as he put the reverse potion back into his pocket. "Unfortunately, I still have a busy day. So you will have to go back into my shoe, but I promise as soon as I get back to my hotel room, I will take you out. Hope you like pizza, I will have some ready to feed my pet."
Corey begins to think of his life as Neil's pet. Neil picked him up and dropped him in the other shoe. "Once my day is over and we are back at the hotel room, you get to eat pizza and watch TV with me. I like having a fan for a tiny pet." He heard Neil speak as his socked foot entered the shoe. Corey found himself crushed once again. He was flattened and reshaped into a good insole under his Master's foot. He could feel Neil wiggle his toes on top of him. It was a new life as the actor's pet, and he wasn't going to change his mind.
Neil stood up, about to exit the room. His fan turned tiny pet felt good under his foot. He would reward his tiny pet later on in his hotel room. "Where is the fan that visited you?" A security guy asked him as he walked out. "He left earlier. He should be back out there where the other fans are." He spoke as he continued to walk past him. He wiggled his toes over his insole in his shoe. He smiled as no one would know what happened to Corey, but he would be taken care of like a good pet.
Picture source: @its.my.shoez Instagram account
Chaze loved his Converse sneakers. He had them for a long time as anyone would be able to tell. So far, they have held up over the years on the outside, but inside was different. The insoles were badly worn out. Wearing them was sometimes uncomfortable, but he really loved these sneakers. He could try replacing them with insoles, but in time, they would wear down just like the one inside them now. He needed insoles that would never wear down and last for ages.
One month later, Chaze had created an indestructible formula that could be applied to make indestructible insoles, but it would only work on living matter instead of normal insoles. The only way to make such an insole was to transform a person into one. He needed to test his indestructible formula on two tests subjects. He knew exactly who to try it on. There were two such individuals he had in mind.
Chaze invited Tommy and John over to one of the private break rooms in the office to have a chat with them. They didn't suspect anything odd about another coworker inviting them to a private conversation. They showed up exactly on break time. Chaze had three drinks in front of him. Two were laced with a special paralyzing concoction along with the indestructible formula. One was a normal drink. He made sure to mark the normal drink so that he didn't accidentally drink out of the wrong cup.
"Tommy and John, we haven't talked much, and I just wanted to get to know you two." Chaze paused, seemly quite friendly with them. "It's often we work together, but never socialize beyond work talk. Here, have a drink with me." He handed them both a cup.
"This is great, actually. Just to have a normal chat for a change." John commented as he took a drink from his cup. "Yeah, I totally agree. We never had outside of work conversations with you." Tommy added as he took several gulps from his cup as well. "This drink is really good," Tommy added as he finished the whole cup. "It's so tasty. What is it exactly?" John asked back.
"It's something special I made for the three of us." Chaze told them with a friendly smile, knowing that the two formulas should take effect any second now. He was ready to put these two in a new position on the job; a position that best serves his feet.
John felt strange. He suddenly found himself unable to move. He tried to speak and even was unable to do that. He did notice a sadistic smile appearing on Chaze's face.
Tommy was mentally panicking. He felt trapped in his body. Unable to move or speak was highly uncomfortable. The sadistic smile on Chaze face said all he should know at that moment. This chat was all a clever rouse for something he had been planning, and the two of them fell for it.
Chaze was pleased that his plan worked perfectly. He brought out his TF device. The setting was already in and ready to turn his two unsuspecting coworkers into the very insoles that would make his sneakers comfortable again. "I needed us to be alone so that I could make you two into a pair of indestructible insoles to make my sneakers more comfortable. You would be much more useful that way." He fired the TF device at both of them, so ready to put them in the bottom of his Converse.
Both Tommy and John watched in horror as Chaze and their whole environment grew in size. They were shrinking and were forming into insoles. Their bodies soon were flat yet with a soft cushioning effect. They were laying in the very chairs they were once sitting in as human beings. They saw Chaze grab them up. Tommy was forced into the left shoe, and John was put into the right shoe.
After placing in his new insoles, Chaze put his Converse back on his feet. He instantly felt comfort under his feet. The new insoles were working out perfectly. He didn't have to get rid of his favorite sneakers thanks to his new insoles. It was true his new insoles were former humans, but they were repurposed to a much better use. He went back to his office to continue working.
John was disgusted by the odor he was trapped in. To make matters worse, he could feel the worn-out insole beneath him. It was painful being pressed down on it. The pressure from Chaze's foot wasn't helping much either. The socked foot had a slight odor to them as well, but not as bad as the sneaker he was trapped in. All of his senses were stronger than when he was human. His senses had him in a hell beyond words could describe. He mentally begged Chaze to let him go. Even though it had only been a few minutes, it felt like an eternity in a stinky pit.
Tommy wasn't having too bad of an experience. The worn-out insole was definitely a pain in the back to be pressed down on. The foot odor in the shoe was bad, but he had a foot fetish. This was one of his fantasies. He was now a living insole trapped in a shoe. To him, it didn't matter whose foot he was trapped under. He was loving every moment that Chaze stepped on him. He didn't want it to ever end. Chaze was his owner, and he would gladly serve his foot forever. He was loving the strong foot odor of the shoe. It was his Master's foot odor. He found himself in foot fetish heaven.
At the end of the work day, Chaze was amazed at how comfortable his feet felt. His new insoles were just perfect. He didn't know if his former coworkers were loving their new existence or hating every moment. And he honestly didn't care at the same time. They were objects under his feet and nothing more. He heard that their coworkers were looking for Tommy and John. He was even asked if he saw them. He told them that he had lunch with them and that was the last time he saw them. He lied and said that he didn't know where they went after lunch. Soon, people will forget about them. But he would always be grateful for the sacrifice for them to make his feet comfortable.
"You twats! Trying to gang up on me just because I'm the youngest brother. Now look at you both! So worn as my insoles."
Noah laughed and put the insoles back in his shoes where they belong. Slowly warping his brothers minds into mush.
