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Todd had found himself in a big mess with some bad people. He had to flee his apartment because they knew exactly where he lived. It was bad that he left his car in a vacant parking lot, because they knew what he drove. He really needed to disappear or hide somewhere they wouldn't expect. He called a long-time friend, Zek, if he had any suggestions or a place to go somewhere safe. Zek had told him to come to his place, and he had a solution for him.

Todd made sure he went in disguise to Zek's house, just in case he was being followed. He was curious as to what his solution was. He honestly felt there would be no place to go. The bad people wanted him dead and would stop at nothing to make sure that happened. He really needed to go off the grid for a long while.

"I really need to vanish for a year or two," Todd told Zek. He saw that as the only way out and still be alive.

Zek went into the kitchen and came back with two drinks. He handed one to Todd. "Don't worry, soon you won't have to worry about trying to find a place to hide from them. Your problem will be solved after this one drink. And I promise they won't find you for at least three years." Zek spoke, taking sips from his own drink.

Todd was a little confused on how his drink would solve his problem entirely. He took a sip and it tasted good. He soon downed the entire drink. "Now how is this supposed to help me?" He asked, feeling slightly weird. Something just didn't feel right.

"I put a few drops of formula X in your drink. Now, all I have to do is think of what I want you to be and touch you. " Zek rubbed his hand along the top of Todd's head. "Now the magic of formula X does its thing." Zek added to a confused look on Todd's face.

Todd was about to ask a question when he felt himself getting sleepy. He had trouble staying conscious. Not only that, the room and everything seemed to start to enlarge around him. He was totally confused. Whatever Zek put in his drink had him so loopy he didn't have a clue what was happening. He soon lost all consciousness and flopped to the floor.

Zek watch on as Todd shrunk till he was small enough to morph into a blob. That blob split in two and reforms into a pair of Nike sneakers. Just like advertised, he thought. Formula X can turn anyone into an object of your choice. He also bought a bottle of Formula Z when he was ready to transform him back. Todd would be his personal sneakers for the next several years. He could walk around in plain sight of the bad people and they would not know Todd was there. He had long lasting sneakers while helping his friend out of a sticky situation. In his mind, it was a win for both of them.

Todd regained consciousness to find that he could not move his body. He was completely motionless. He then felt something lift him up. "I hope you are aware now. I turned you into my new pair of Nike sneakers. I will keep you like this for at least three years. You will be safe and I will have a good pair of shoes at the same time." Todd heard from Zek. He then realized that he wasn't lying. He saw a sock foot enter and adjust itself over his insole face. He needed to hide somewhere but not exist as his friend's footwear. He felt it twice as the other shoe was placed on foot. At least the socks weren't filthy, but still he was now an object on Zek's feet. Powerless under foot and forced to serve and comfort his feet totally against his will.

Zek found his new shoes just perfect. He just needed to break them in and make them fully conform to his feet.

EIGHT YEARS LATER........

Todd waited patiently to be worn. He at one time despised his owner's feet, every day crushing his face, sweating on his face and making his whole being smell like foul foot odor. Being trapped in his shoe prison was daily torture for a good four years. But afterward, he soon loved being worn. He loved being wrapped around his owner's feet. Zek was his beloved owner, and he loved serving as Zek's shoes.

Zek enjoy his used Nikes so much. It was only supposed to be a few years, but he loved the comfort Todd gave him. It would have been a shame to turn him back human again. After eight years, he still was holding on, even though he looked a bit used now, but at least he was still providing the same level of comfort as the first day he turned him into his footwear.

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.

Greyson looked at the AND1 sneakers he recently got. They were really good sneakers. So comfortable on his feet. To anyone else, they would look like normal sneakers, but to him, he knew differently. They were literally two guys who thought they were getting a great deal.

He had placed an ad in the paper saying he was looking for two roommates. The first two months, their rent would be waived. He got a call from two guys who were interested in the rooms. Kyle and Jesse. Both were athletic jocks at 6'1" tall. Before they could move their stuff in, he said the rent would be waived if they agreed to a TF experiment. They would spend only a day as a pair of sneakers. They were skeptical at first but eventually agreed.

He used his TF device and turned them into a pair of AND1 sneakers. What he forgot to mention was that he had no intentions of turning them back to normal. The ad was a trap set to get him two human beings he wanted to use his device on. He thought about telling his sneakers the truth but changed his mind. They were sneakers now. That was their only purpose, to support his feet. To treat them any different would take away their purpose. Who talks to their shoes as though they were people?

TWO WEEKS LATER.....

Kyle felt disgusted. He reeked of Greyson's feet. His face was completely shaped like his foot. He realized after the third day that he was lied to. The guy never intended to turn them back. He wanted two suckers for an experiment, and he fell for it. Now, his life was nothing more than Greyson's feet, crushing his face nearly every day.

"Just back from the gym, such a workout I did. Look at these shorts especially at the ass crack so fucking sweaty. Shame to be the guy at the gym who ended up as these shorts, wouldn't get off my favourite treadmill. So I dealt with him, and while I was at it I turned his boyfriend and friend into these socks and sneakers I'm wearing. The socks are so rancid in my foot sweat, and fuck me the shoes are so full of sweat I was leaving sweaty shoe prints on the floor as I walked around.

Noah chuckled.

"I was gonna change them back before I left the gym but fuck it, I'm keeping em losers like this. Socks gonna be my cumrags, and I'll make sure to nut in the sneakers as well, really get the insoles all crusty"

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Tracey received a call from his supervisor to come straight to his office shortly after arriving at work. He began to wonder what his supervisor wanted so early in the day. He hoped it wasn't bad news. He really didn't need to hear that. He was having a bit of bad luck situations recently. He had been behind in his portion of the rent on the apartment, having his roommate to make up the difference. If that wasn't bad enough, his car was in the shop, having major repair work done to it. He had been forced to use Uber services to get to work. He didn't need any more bad news at the moment.

Tracey entered James, his supervisor's office. He motioned to have a seat.

"I called you in before you got started for a reason. There is no easy way to say what i have to tell you. Unfortunately, there were some budget cuts, and your position was one the company decided to cut effective immediately." James paused. "I am sorry to bring such sad news to you, but it's out of my hands."

Tracey definitely didn't want to hear that at a time like now. There had to be another solution. Honestly, if there was one, he would take it no matter what it was. "I understand that, but please, is there any other position that is open or available. I really can't take any more sad news right now." He pleaded to James, hoping there was something he could offer.

James had one other offer, but those who were released or fired would not take it due to the dangers it carried in accepting it. He decided to offer it anyway. "There is one opening available, but it carries a risk." He pulled out the contract and slid it over to Tracey.

Tracey looked over the paper and read it twice. There was a large bonus of $100k once done, but there was a risk. "So I get the $100k, and the other gets $50k once the year is up, right?" He asked, to be sure he understood right. He saw James nod yes to his question.

"But remember the risk you take. If the owner decides to forgo the $50k, you belong to him. There is no return." James paused. "You literally are placing your life in another's hands. You fully understand?" James reiterated.

Tracey needed something good. "Can I choose who owns me?" He asked back.

"Ordinarily, you really don't have a choice, but I will make this one exception since you really were a good employee. Just write in the name of who you want it to be and sign it. We will do the rest." James promised. He would at least do this one favor for a guy who was having a bad day. Tracey handed the paper back with his signature on it. He ran it through his copier and filed the original. He handed the copy back to him. "Take this to HR." He instructed him as he placed a call down to HR about the position.

Several hours later, Seth came into James' office. He motioned for Seth to have a seat. He slid over the shoe box to him. He watched as Seth opened it and was puzzled why he was receiving a new pair of sneakers. "We have been wanting to try out an experimental product, but no one ever took the offer. That was until your coworker Tracey signed up to do it." He spoke as he also showed the contract that Tracey had signed. "These sneakers are Tracey now. He is still alive, just that he is a pair of sneakers. He chose you to wear him for a year. The point of the experiment is to test the durability of our indestructible formula. All you have to do is treat him like normal footwear for a year. If you wish to conclude the formula test for both of you, he gets $100k bonus tax free, and you get $50k bonus check tax free." He added to his previous words. He waited for Seth to reply back.

Seth took out the shoes and examined them. It was hard to believe the sneakers he was holding were actually his best friend at work. He wondered why Tracey would even agree to this. "Why did he choose to be my sneakers?" He asked, feeling curious. Like, who would really choose to be another person's footwear?

"The company had cut his position in budget cuts. To stay on with the company, this was his only option." James reported honestly.

"So I wear him for a year and return him back, and he gets $100k bonus check and I get $50k bonus check, all tax free?" Seth wanted to be sure he understood right.

"Yes, that is your first option." James spoke.

Seth heard first option which meant there was a second option. "What's my second option since I have a first?" He asked wondering what it could be.

"Your second option is that after one year, if you decide to continue with the experiment for us, you get $100k bonus check tax free, but poor Tracey will have to spend another whole year supporting your feet. Every year that you continue, you receive a $100k bonus check tax-free, but that also means you subject Tracey to being your shoes." James paused to be fully serious. "Option two means you are in control of his humanity or return to human form. He specifically selected you to wear him. So I sense that he has some sort of trust in you to decide how long he will be supporting your feet." He finished.

Seth, like the thought of receiving a $100k bonus check. Yet, this was his best friend at work who he was about to wear on his feet for a year. To receive that bonus check every year would be awesome, yet that meant keeping his best friend as his footwear. Could he really do that to Tracey, he pondered.

"We will revisit your option in one year. Until then, enjoy wearing Tracey." James spoke.

Seth put the sneakers back in the box and left the supervisor's office. When he got back to his desk, he opened the box and whispered to his sneakers. "I have to say, $100k every year sounds so nice. Sorry Tracey, but I have to take option two. I hope you understand, but I promise to take good care of you as you take good care of my feet for a long time." He took off his current shoes and put on Tracey.

Tracey thought he knew his best friend well enough. He thought that he would only be sneakers for a year. He thought that Seth would not be tempted by the amount of money. He saw he was wrong. He saw the pair of socks on Seth's feet weren't exactly clean and had a slightly strong vinegar odor. It was pressed hard into his insole face. This was his existence, to live as sneakers for Seth for at least a year or possibly longer.

FIVE YEARS LATER.......

Seth enjoyed a rather smooth life. For the past five years, the job gave him a $100k bonus check for continuing to test their indestructible formula. He has used Tracey for every gym and workout session. He has worn him to work every day. He even tried cutting him with scissors. He did anything and everything to try to destroy his sneakers, yet he remained relatively unscathed. Not only that, Tracey was the most comfortable footwear he owned. He didn't exactly know how Tracey felt about being sneakers every year, but the money was coming in handy. He even wore him on vacations that he took each year. His life was great, thanks to Tracey choosing him instead of someone else. There were weeks where he wore the same pair of socks every day to thank Tracey for the money he wad receiving each year. Life truly was great with having a pair of indestructible sneakers.

Max was in the back room monitoring the security cameras. He kept an eye on one guy who seemed suspicious. He didn't want to jump to conclusions before seeing any evidence of foul intentions. As he monitored him, he saw him stuff several store items into his jacket and zip it up. He had to teach this shoplifter a lesson. He told one his employees to keep an eye on him while he left to confront the guy.

The employee pointed to the guy when he got in the area of the store. He has had stuff go missing recently but was unable to catch the culprit. "I think you have something that belongs to us." He spoke to the guy, who seemed to brush off the accusation.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Larry replied back, trying to play it off. As long as they couldn't prove it, he could once again get away with stealing from the store. So far, they haven't caught him yet.

Max was not letting him get away with robbing them blind once more. "I saw you on the camera stuffing a few items in your jacket. You can either fess up or I call the police and show them footage from my security cameras." He paused as he decided to increase the pressure on him. "I think you have been the one doing the recent thefts in my store. I am sure my cameras can probably prove it if I look a little further." He finished. If the guy failed to submit, he would proceed with his threat for sure.

Larry didn't need to be arrested for shoplifting. He could call the store owners bluff, but that could land him into a lot of trouble with law enforcement. He didn't want that. He unzipped his jacket and handed the items to the store owner. "Happy now? Can I go?" He asked back, annoyed that he was caught.

Max had no intentions of letting the culprit just walk out his store without learning a valuable lesson. "Sure, just know I will report the other thefts, and report you as the suspect." He threatened to him.

Larry surely didn't want that to happen. He had to bargain with the store owner to keep law enforcement out of the situation. "What can I do to make this situation vanish? Do you want me to never come back into your store ever again?" He asked, wondering what he would request to keep the cops out of this mess.

Max smiled. "A weeks time helping me out here at the store and with other things would do." He offered to him. Max smiled because he knew exactly how the thief was going to help him, and it wasn't just in the store only.

"Okay, deal, just don't call the cops, okay." Larry agreed. He followed the store owner to the back as ordered. Once the door was closed, he saw him hold a strange device in his hands. "You time starts now." The store owner spoke as he fired a ray of light from the device. A few seconds later he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Max smiled happily as where the thief once stood was now a black pair of AND1 sneakers. One week's time under his feet should do it, he thought to himself as he took off his current shoes and put on the newly formed sneakers. They felt so good under on his feet. He should try more living inanimate objects more often, he thought.

Larry suddenly awoke to a slightly foul odor. He tried to get away from it but found himself completely unable to move on his own. He also felt himself wrapped around something that was causing him an intense measure of pain. He finally figured it out when he felt toes wiggling on his face. The foul smell was in fact the vinegar smell of sweaty socks. The pressure he felt was feet standing on and crushing his insole face. He was literally a pair of shoes. He knew exactly whose feet was wearing him, the store owner. He wanted to curse the guy out, but now all he wanted to do was be normal again. He didn't want to be footwear. Just standing still was very uncomfortable for him as sneakers. All of the store owner's weight bearing down on him, along with foot odor and sweat. He mentally pleaded for this to be some crazy dream, but it was his reality. A week's time as sneakers, he thought his mind might not survive it.

As Max continued to work, he decided to the thief really needed to learn a lesson that would be permanent. Since he stole from him, he would steal his humanity from the thief. He would keep him as his sneakers and treat him as the object on his feet. No more humanity for the thief. At least this way, he won't have to worry about him stealing from his store ever again. The next thief he catches just might be a pair of socks. If living inanimate objects felt this good, he just might have to get more. As for how the thief would feel about being shoes for the rest of his life, he didn't care how the guy felt about it. Shoes don't have any rights anyway.