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Game Over Part 1
“Enjoy your new life, Chris. Becoming my soccer socks right before the big tournament must be a nightmare! You always whined about my smelly feet, now you get to be up close and personal,” sneered Alex as he zapped Chris with the transformation gun.
Chris felt his body warp and twist until he was nothing more than Alex’s sweat-soaked soccer socks. The stench was overwhelming, far worse than he could have imagined.
Alex pulled on his newly transformed socks. “This tournament is going to be brutal. I hope you can handle it, but honestly, I don’t care!”
Every sprint, kick, and pivot was agony for Chris. The sweat, the pressure, and the constant movement were unbearable. Alex made sure to run extra hard, relishing Chris’s silent suffering.
Weeks of grueling practice and games passed, with Alex wearing the same, unwashed socks to ensure maximum discomfort. By the end of the tournament, the socks were filthy and reeking horribly. Instead of releasing Chris, Alex tossed the worn-out socks into a plastic bag, shoving them into the back of his locker.
“Maybe next season, Chris. Enjoy the dark,” Alex laughed as he walked away, leaving Chris trapped in darkness, dreading every future moment as Alex’s socks.
Just do as the sock says 😏
#made by a friend
Permanent Position
Lucas loved soccer, but his best friend Tom was obsessed. Every practice, every game, Tom never stopped talking about his passion. Lucas often joked about Tom's commitment, but today, things would take a different turn.
It was the start of summer, and the heat was brutal. Lucas had always been slightly envious of Tom's dedication and skill on the field. After another day of listening to Tom's endless soccer talk, Lucas decided to play a prank on his friend.
Without saying a word, Lucas brought out the transformation gun he'd secretly obtained. The idea was simple yet cruel: he'd turn Tom into his soccer socks for the rest of the season. As Tom rambled on about his favorite team, Lucas aimed and fired.
Tom didn't notice the change immediately. One moment he was chatting animatedly, the next he was shrinking, warping, and finally, he was nothing more than a pair of white soccer socks.
Lucas picked up the socks, feeling a twinge of guilt. "Sorry, buddy, but you were just too good at soccer. Time for you to really be part of the game."
He pulled the socks onto his feet, feeling the snug fit. The heat was already making him sweat, and he knew Tom could feel every bit of it. The first few steps were strange, knowing his best friend was now his socks, but Lucas quickly adjusted. He had a game to play.
The match was intense. Lucas ran, jumped, and kicked with all his might, every movement a new agony for Tom. The heightened senses meant Tom felt every ounce of sweat, every painful impact. The stench of the sweat-soaked socks was overpowering, far worse than anything he'd experienced before.
As Lucas sprinted down the field, he could almost hear Tom's silent screams. The thought gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction. "You always wanted to be close to the action, Tom. How's this for close?"
The game continued, and Lucas pushed himself harder, knowing that Tom was suffering with every step. The heat of the summer sun only made things worse, and the socks were drenched by halftime. But Lucas didn't slow down. He played harder, ensuring maximum discomfort for Tom.
After the final whistle blew, Lucas sat on the bench, panting. He could feel the damp, reeking socks clinging to his feet. "Well, Tom, that was quite a game," he muttered, a grin spreading across his face. "But guess what? You're just too comfortable, I think I am going to keep you like this."
Lucas stood up, feeling the squelch of sweat in his socks. He walked to his locker, knowing Tom was trapped in the suffocating darkness, doomed to endure every game, every practice, and every moment of Lucas's athletic life.
"Your looking for your boyfriend Harry huh? Well we were playing a bit of basketball in the yard. Winner gets to turn the loser into whatever he wants. Your boyfriend lost. Huh? Your already huffing him huh? Well good thing you like him like this, I accidentally made it permanent"
This was Jakes boyfriend Harrys first time hearing he is permanently socks, and his boyfriend is huffing his damp fabric form. He knew he was fucked, permanently socks on his best friends rancid feet.
Drop to your knees and start sniffing it’s going to be the last thing you will do 🧦 👃 🔥
Made by a friend
"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"
After staring at your gym crush for a little to long he noticed and decided to give you a closer look
Get ready to serve him slave! He needs more clothes and he’s looking at you
Made by a friend
That’s what you get after begging him to smell his socks😈
#madebyafriend
Start sniffing and keep sniffing… it’s the only thing you will ever do
#madebyafriend
You wanted to mess around with him! Now pay the price!
#madebyafriend
You can’t resist yourself crawling closer and closer to his sneaker the smell getting stronger as you push your face into it. Feeling your body becoming one with his dirty smelly sneaker, your new existence from now on forever 👟
#madebyafriend
That’s what you deserve trying to act like you’re better than him and scamming him out…
Now get ready for being used and abused just like the others who tried scamming him 😈
#madebyafriend
@estoy77 Made this for me 🤤🥵
I can’t say no to his sock 🤤
The soccer socks
You always had a thing for dirty used socks. Especially those of Brian, your soccer playing roommate. After every game he would use you as a foot bench so you could sniff and lick the hell out of them.
But you were never satisfied enough, you wanted more, so you got online and ordered a TF-gun.
A few days later it arrived just in time before he had to leave going on a seven-day soccer camp. After a quick explanation of your plan, Brian didn’t hesitate taking the gun out and putting the settings in.
You were still lying in bed when he came into your room and fired the gun, immediately your body starts to shrink taking on a white color, your limbs fusing together as you split in two and a Nike swoosh sign appears.
Brian immediately puts you on his dirty feet. As his foot slides in, you feel like your body is stretched out as it contours the shape of his foot, the smell and taste of his unwashed feet are divine as your senses are heightened to the max.
Walking around with you, Brian noticed how comfortable you are on his feet, the best socks he has ever worn. Before he puts on his cleats, he talks to you one last time making sure you know what you agreed to.
After a long day of running and training he takes his shoes off looking at you, you're drenched in his sweat to the point you're taking a more brownish colour instead of white.
You're already so far gone after only one day that he decides you're better off as a pair of socks than as a friend, breaking the TF-gun so you can never be changed back!
This is your life now just a pair of dirty smelly soccer socks for him, soaking up his sweat at practice and his cum at night.
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