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Sniff the feet of STRAIGHT MEN this Pride month...don't be ashamed, so many others have embraced their true nature...and soon you'll join them. Look at his socks...their so dirty and gross from his superior manly sweat. Give it a good, deep sniff...yes, that's it...sniff it good.

Man you're so pathetic, now comes the fun part...do you feel it? You're being absorbed directly into his socks...nothing can stop it and it can't be reversed. You're almost gone now...your body, mind and soul becoming incorporated into the sweat infused fabric...this is how it should be...and now you're trapped forever.

Such a stipud fag you are, can't believe you actually got absorbed by a Straight Man's sweaty gym socks...fucking loser.

(I respect Pride Month and understand it's importance for us in the LGBTQIA++ Community...this is just a bit of horny fun. Hope you all enjoy it and it doesn't offend you too much)

Oops... sorry about this. I'm sure it's all rather shocking right now...

Your boyfriend here, he's an ex of mine. And I like to have some fun with my men by giving them some... triggers. So when you saw your geeky boyfriend put on the cap and jokingly said, "Now turn it around!"—well that activated one of those past prompts.

And this? This is what he looks like a little over halfway through the change. He's gonna be even dumber, bigger, and hornier than he is now—nothing like the the charming beanpole you're used to. The transformation is rather radical, but looking at your reaction I'm not sure you object.

Oh, and to answer your other question—yes, that bulge you can't stop staring at? That's still growing too.

Shorts: Car Makes the Guy

“Is this car alive or something” Carlie said, as the car seemed to be on without any keys in the ignition. The radio was playing obnoxious music she would listen too. Her hair began to recede into her head, as her body began to bulk and expand.

Carlie adjusted his seat, as he was getting taller and wider making this car seem smaller to him. “Fuck yeah” he said as he turned up the music even more as it was appealing to him even more. His chest continued to bulk, as tattoos appeared on his body. Tight sweatpants appeared on his thicker legs, as his manhood formed between his legs.

Chet Hanks smirked, as he took another breath. His face changing. Stubble forming on his face, his hair receded into his head. He was getting extremely into the music, as the car seemed to make the former female match what it though the owner should be.

Season 2

Punching Bag Session

Olivia and her friend, Sophie, had planned to spend the weekend together at Sophie's apartment. However, Sophie received an emergency call from work and had to leave Olivia alone. Feeling bored and restless, Olivia began to explore Sophie's apartment. As she looked through the different rooms, she stumbled upon a small gym in a spare room. Curiosity sparked within her and she decided to have some fun and try out the gym equipment.

As she played around with the different machines, her eyes landed on a punching bag. Instinctively, Olivia started to punch the bag playfully. However, as she did, she noticed that her punches became more aggressive and powerful. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just the adrenaline pumping through her. But suddenly, she felt a strange sensation coursing through her body.

Her clothes started to feel tight, and before she could even react, her shirt ripped open from her growing muscles. Her body began to swell and grow, and she couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her arms and legs bulged with muscles, and her hands and feet grew larger and manlier. As she looked at herself in shock, she noticed that her face was also morphing into a more masculine one, giving her a handsome and rugged appearance.

Panic started to set in as Olivia realized she was transforming into a man. But before she could process the situation fully, her mind was erased by a powerful spell. All of her memories, thoughts, and her very identity were stripped away, leaving behind only a blank slate.

As Olivia's transformation completed, she was no longer herself but rather a man named Derek. He stepped back, stunned by his new appearance and the unfamiliar presence of a male body. However, he couldn't resist the urge to continue working out, feeling a newfound sense of strength and power coursing through him.

Unbeknownst to Derek, his former friend Sophie had returned home, only to be shocked to see a sweaty and muscular man in her apartment. She was even more surprised when this stranger introduced himself as Derek, the new trainer at the gym she worked at.

Season 2

Don’t Touch the Stuff

Valerie had always been interested in history, especially the World War II era. So when she saw a display of vintage dog tags at the museum, she couldn't resist trying them on. As soon as she clasped them around her neck, a strange sensation washed over her. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the world around her was shifting and warping.

When Valerie opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a dark, musty tent. The air was thick with the smell of dirt and sweat, and the sound of distant gunfire echoed in the distance. She looked down at her hands and gasped in shock - they were no longer her delicate, feminine hands, but large and calloused, with thick, gnarled fingers.

As Valerie looked around in confusion, she noticed that her feet had also grown larger and more manly, encased in heavy army boots. Her voice had deepened to a gruff, masculine tone, and her body had become more muscular and imposing. She felt a strange weight on her upper lip and reached up to touch a thick, bushy mustache that had sprouted on her face.

Her hair had shortened and roughened, her face had changed, with a broadened nose and a thickened browline. She glanced down at her chest and saw that it was now hairy and masculine, and hair had grown on her legs and arms. To her shock, she realized she was now shirtless, clad only in army pants, with a cigar dangling from her lips.

Lt. Frank Deter, as he now thought of himself - scratched his crotch absently as he surveyed his transformed body. He felt a surge of adrenaline and testosterone coursing through him, and an overwhelming sense of power and authority. His mind had been rewritten, and he could only think of himself as Frank, a tough and battle-hardened soldier.

He strode over to a makeshift pull-up bar in the corner of the tent and began to do a set of pull-ups, his muscles straining and bulging with each repetition. As he worked out, several officers entered the tent, saluting him crisply.

"Good morning, sir," one of them said, holding out a stack of mission reports. "We have our next assignment."

Mischievous Man: Just Strolling By

The Warlock walked down the neighborhood as he saw Kaylee leaving her home. It’s been a quick second since his last tf, so he smirked, as he zapped Kaylee as she got to her sidewalk. The magic hit Kaylee, as she held her stomach, as she began to cramp up.

Kaylees pants began to move upward, as they formed into colorful shorts. Her body began to widen and thicken, as her hair darkened and began to recede up her head. The warlock laughed, as her shoulders and arms began to thicken. Her shoulders broadened, as her chest receded into her torso. Her arms got thicker with muscle, as her hands got larger and manlier.

“Holy shit” Kaylee said in a deeper tone, as his legs thickened. Brown hairs grew on them, as his feet got larger and wider. They got longer, as his sneakers began to tear apart. He got even taller, as his torso expanded and barreled out. His body continued to thicken with muscle and some fat, as his neck thickened.

His voice was now deeper and manlier, as he felt his new cock forming between his thighs. His shorts were becoming tighter on him, as his torn apart shirt fell off revealing his beefy torso. His face began to fill out and age, as a beard appeared on his face. Aaron felt his hair style itself, as his features continued to become masculine.

His body finished changing, as his face finished shifting. His scratched his beard, as a bike appeared in front of his former house. It was his bike, Aaron walked up to it and began to ride on it. As he rode the back, he couldn’t recall why he was at that random house. He kept riding, as he needed to get back home for his day at work.

Season 3

Club Assimilation

Natasha and Kendra were best friends since they were little girls and they always loved sneaking around higher class events and parties. They were two black girls who loved causing a bit of mischief and getting away with it. They found themselves sneaking into a country club one night, giggling as they walked through the elegant halls, thinking they had outsmarted the security. However, little did they know that the owner of the club, a wealthy man named Mr. Jenkins, had seen them on the security cameras.

As they were sipping on champagne by the pool, thinking they had successfully pulled off their sneaky adventure, they were suddenly discovered by Mr. Jenkins. He was furious that they had managed to get past his security and exposed his club to any potential danger. In a fit of rage, he cursed them, not realizing the true power of his words.

Natasha and Kendra felt a strange sensation wash over them, starting from their heads down to their toes. Their once dark skin started to turn pale, their hair changing from luscious curls to short blonde hair. They both felt their bodies growing taller and more muscular, their clothes transforming into preppy button-down shirts and khaki shorts. Their voices deepened, their faces changing to embody the classic frat boy look.

Natasha found herself suddenly in the body of a young man, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. She had become Leo, a white frat boy who had no memory of her previous life. Kendra now went by the name Chad, with a chiseled physique and a cocky attitude. With the sudden transformation, their minds were reset, and they both thought that they were the son of wealthy country club members.

They were completely oblivious to what had happened, but they both enjoyed their new identities. Leo and Chad quickly became popular among the club's members, with their charming personalities and their muscular physiques. Every day, they spent their time drinking and partying, living the high life as white frat bros.

Spontaneous Change: Career Ready

Karlie was walking in her hall way when she felt something off about her body. She felt weird and hot. She wasn’t sick earlier and wondered what was wrong with her. Suddenly, her body began to grow larger and wider. Her arms and legs began to sprout and grow longer, as her hands got larger and manlier. Her fingers continued to grow, as her forearms and biceps began to swell with muscle.

Onlookers saw what was happening as they were horrified to see Karlie was going through the change. Her shoulders and chest began to broaden and swell with muscle, as his legs got thicker and hairier. His feet quickly bursted through his shoes, as they widened and expanded. People watched, as Karlie wiggled her manly feet.

His chest continued to swell with muscle, as his dress was becoming extremely ill-fitting on his growing frame. His ass and thighs firmed, as his new manhood formed between his legs. His new testosterone was flowing through his body, as his male hormones were making it harder for him to think.

His skin began to tan, as his face began to broadened and shift. His hair darkened and receded, as his features got sharper and more masculine. A beard appeared in his older face, as Vernon took a deep breath, as the crowd noticed how deep his voice got. His face finished shifting, as Vernon’s eyes shifted and blanked, as he went through a reset.

The crowd looked in disbelief as they saw a muscular man standing where Karlie was. His masculine body exposed from the ill-fitting dress. Someone quickly called the SCC, and got him the help he was gonna need. Months later, Vernon stood in front of a camera. While some gain moderate intelligence from when they age up from the change. Vernon was one of the few, who didn’t. He was himbo, and needed to rely on his looks. Luckily in the day and age of OnlyFans, Vernon got by pretty well.

Season 3

The New Bike = Killer Bod

Carrie got this new bike to workout on while she watched her shows. She never heard about this brand before, but with the price Carrie decided to buy it. Carrie got on the bike, and decided to start. She watched her shows, as she got into the workout.

Within minutes, her legs and arms began to thicken with muscle. Her skin was getting darker, as her hands and feet began to grow larger. She regripped the machine, as her body began to grow and thicken.

Her shoulders broadened, as her chest firmed and changed into pecs. Her skin continued to darken, as her hair receded and changed.

His voice thickened, as his body continued to fill out with muscle and mass. He found himself bored of his show, and turned on the game.

"Fuck yeah" Alan said, as his face began to shift and change. He took off his tight shirt and wiped off the sweat from his now fully changed face. His new cock formed between his legs, as the new man continued to work out on this bike almost in a trance.

You, anon-sect, were going about your usual routine of going to the gym and hanging out with friends. After several hours in the hot sunshine, you decided to head home. Taking a seat on the train home, you heard the pleading cries of the transformed victims trapped on your feet. You had seriously abused them today, but they were just your socks and shoes, so you didn't care. Your feet were sweating like crazy, forcing both socks and shoes to absorb it all. As you wiggled your toes within them, you could tell the shoes didn't have long left before they were completely trashed.

Looking around the train car, you noticed a perfect target to TF into new ones just a few feet away from you. He was a muscular looking stud with a handsome face that you were dying to step on as an insole. The stud was also completely distracted by his phone, making it even easier to TF him without him even realizing that he's screwed. This made your cock very hard.

Sliding yourself up the row towards him, you subtly eyed him up, imagining how comfortable he was gonna be on your feet. You pulled out the TF device and set the program to “SHOES/PERMANENT”. After making sure no one was watching, you pulled the trigger on it and fired the device at the guy. There was a bright flash of light, and as it died down, Anon-sect, you expected to see your new shoes sitting on the seat in front of you, but somehow…someway, the muscular guy was still there, completely untouched by the transformation beam. This was more than confusing for you, you had done this so many times in the past. At this point, you had probably transformed hundreds of innocent lives, irreversibly reshaped into any object you deemed them to be. No one had ever resisted the effects of your device up till this point, it was outright impossible for this guy to still be human.

You pondered what might've gone wrong, looking over the device best you can without drawing too much attention. You were angry, no, Furious that he had survived your shot, so when he started chatting with you, it took everything in you to not blow up at him.

“Hey, did your little toy break? Aww, that sucks man…”, the guy across from you spoke up, sounding exactly like the dumb ‘Jock Bro’ he appeared to be. There was a hint of sympathy in his voice, which you had to hold your breath at to keep from laughing. You had just tried to turn him into your permanent footwear, and he was saddened by your perceived “broken toy”? It made you wonder, if you told him what you had planned on doing to him, would he apologize for failing to become your shoes? Man, this guy is such an easy target, it almost felt cruel…

“No, it's not broken. It's also not a toy, but if I told you what it really was, I'd have to, in a literal sense,  put a foot in your mouth”, you snapped back at him, smirking slightly at your own sly word play and continued trying to suss out the fault in the device.

The guy had a dumbfounded look on his face, but then he seemed to catch on to something, “Uh…ohhh, like some kind of secret project? Aw, that's pretty cool man! I've actually got my own secret project goin’, wanna see!?”, 

This guy was starting to annoy you, but not to seem suspicious, you looked up at him, faining curiously.

The guy looked overjoyed to see you interested in his so called “secret project”. He excitedly turned his phone towards you and showed you the image that was on the screen. “I snapped a pic of these awesome shoes that I want, am just waitin’ on them realizing they're supposed to be there”. Despite his obvious luke-warm IQ, it was hard not to be indeered to this guy. You were ready to write him off as a dumb meathead that would soon be imprisoned on your feet…until you actually looked at the picture on his phone. It showed a pair of white coloured High-Top sneakers, with red and black accents. You had to agree, they did look pretty awesome…however, the picture depicted the shoes on the floor of the train car, the exact same one you were in…then you realized what kind of phone this guy had…it was a TF phone.

You started to feel extremely lightheaded, your surroundings spinning rapidly around you. You looked down at your own TF device and your mistake was flashing right in your face. “Please Confirm Your Settings” was displayed on its screen. You had forgotten to press confirm, and without doing that, the device would never have fired…which meant that the bright flash of a TF beam didn't come from your device after all, but instead it came from the Muscular Jock Bro's phone!

Looking up at him in horror, you slid off your seat and landed with a thud on the floor right by the guy's nasty, beat-up gym sneakers.

“Yo, what you doin’ on the floor man…? Oh, wait! Are you tryna catch a whiff of ma feets? That's kinda weird Bro, my feet really stink, but, I guess it ain't hurtin’ no one…”, and with a confused, but friendly smile, the guy kicked off his sneakers and pressed his hot, stinky, sweat-soaked socked feet right against your face. “Oh, by the way, ma names Chad! I would ask for your name, but, I don't think shoes deserve names…”, despite retaining his air-headed bubbly himbo tone, the last line he spoke had a sinister edge to it, revealing that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You had become completely paralyzed shortly after landing on the floor, so you could do nothing as the guy shoved his stinking,  rancid feet in your face. Was this karma…? Was the universe torturing you like this as a form of revenge on behalf of all your former victims? This was the only explanation that made sense to you. How else could you have forgotten such a simple step like press confirm on your settings, you've done that a million times! All you could do was sniff, Chad's putrid, toxic foot stink no doubt speeding up the transformation process as you felt a strange sensation in your skin.

“Uh…hey Bro!”, the guy called down to you, pretending badly to sound concerned, “you don't look so good, man…it looks like you'returnin’ whit! Are ma feets too stinky for ya!? Aw, am so sorry, Man”, his tone was dripping with sarcasm, and even worse, you could spot a very visible bulge pressing against his sweats…he was enjoying this.

His feet were so rancid,  but they were the least of your concerns. With pleading eyes, you looked up at him, begging, praying he would stop this…but the look of pleasure on his face told you that was never going to happen. As he gently stroked the sizable bulge in his pants, you felt your skin get tighter, squeezing out a few tears from your eyes…you didn't want this, you didn't want to be some guy's shoes! This guy was supposed to be your shoes!! As you felt a mix of fear and anger, your transformation seemed to accelerate, causing intense pain and discomfort as your body began to contort and reshape into its new form.

Staring down at you, the guy was now smirking, excited as he watched this happening to you. “Yo!!! Bro!!!! You're ma fuckin’ shoes now!!! Hahaha, pathetic loser!!!“, the guy eagerly watched as your horrific transformation was finalized, leaving you looking exactly like the picture on his phone.

Wasting no time, the guy pulled you onto his feet, your face instantly being squashed beneath his hot smelly foot. “Oh man, you feel so good on me, so comfortable!”, he remarked, pressing his foot down hard against your insole face.

This was Hell…not only were his feet fucking toxic, but the guy himself was a huge mound of muscle, weighing at least 400 pounds. However, your situation quickly changed from bad to worse when he pulled on the other shoe. From your experience with TFing people, you obviously knew the face became one of the insoles, but you never could figure out what formed the other insole…until now.

As Chad pulled on the other shoe, you could feel his sweaty toes sliding along your dick, before his heel settled down on top of your balls…this sensation made you want to cum so hard, but you couldn't, your cock was an insole. This orgasmic pleasure soon intensified as Chad played with the shoe on his foot, as if he knew your penis was now its insole. Pleasure turned to pain as there was no way to release the tension. 

“Oh please…please let me cum…oh god it hurts!!! Just let me cum, please god let me cum!!!”, you mentally begged, screamed and cried, but to release came. You were locked in eternal orgasm for the rest of your life!

“Oh f-fuck…”, that was the last thought you had before his full weight crushed down on your privets. You were in agony, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

As for the muscular guy, he couldn't help but admire the quality of his new shoes! They felt high end, and super comfortable. Testing them out with a stroll up and down the train car, he found that the shoes would contract around his feet with each step, almost as if the shoes were giving his feet a massage as he walked. “Man, it was awesome of you to turn into my shoes! Am gonna wear you everyday Bro, especially to the gym! You're ma new favorite pair now!”, he excitedly informed you, mercilessly wiggling his big thick toes on you.

You screamed at the thought of that. Everyday!? There was no way you could mentally survive that! You began to cry and plead, begging to be turned human again, but it never came. You would live out the rest of your existence on his feet, smelling, tasting and feeling every second of it at 10000X the insanity of a normal human. 

Chad kept his word and wore you every single day, and to torture you even further, he also never changed his sock either. Eventually, you would begin to rot on his feet, his rancid sweat dissolving your shoe bodies. First to go was your insole cock. Chad's sweat had quickly stained it a deep orange, and once that happened, the integrity of your insole cock rapidly deteriorated with searing, blinding pain. You thought your mind was going to burn up…in fact, you hoped it would…unfortunately it stayed intact, forcing you to feel you cock and balls rot away beneath Chad's foot. Next was your face, you could both smell and taste yourself rotting, but you never died. Chad simply threw you in a closet with the rest of his rotting sneakers, leaving you to your fate in pain and agony as shoes, forever!

This is a post requested by @anon-sect Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Go check out @anon-sect and enduldge in his amazing TF stories!!

Sniff the feet of STRAIGHT MEN this Pride month...don't be ashamed, so many others have embraced their true nature...and soon you'll join them. Look at his socks...their so dirty and gross from his superior manly sweat. Give it a good, deep sniff...yes, that's it...sniff it good.

Man you're so pathetic, now comes the fun part...do you feel it? You're being absorbed directly into his socks...nothing can stop it and it can't be reversed. You're almost gone now...your body, mind and soul becoming incorporated into the sweat infused fabric...this is how it should be...and now you're trapped forever.

Such a stipud fag you are, can't believe you actually got absorbed by a Straight Man's sweaty gym socks...fucking loser.

(I respect Pride Month and understand it's importance for us in the LGBTQIA++ Community...this is just a bit of horny fun. Hope you all enjoy it and it doesn't offend you too much)

The Tyrant Thor's New Doormat

Disclaimer: This is a TF story inspired by a series that was written by the amazing @inanimatetffantasies. I suggest you all to read all his Mighty Thor captions before reading this one!

Content: (doormat) TF

Thor had just left his chambers to get ready for his weekly parade. He had these parades held to make sure that his human pets didn't forget to praise their God and Savior. You had been kneeling at your post in the Throneroom, waiting for your God to leave to start your most important task of the day.

You felt the ground shaking and bowed down as Thor passed you with his chamber slaves crawling behind him, ready to serve him at every whim. When he was out of sight, you came out your bowing position and started crawling to your starting point.

Your main task everyday was to clean the floors of the Throneroom. You were considered one of the more competent ones, being one of the only ones not to be replaced within a year from all the thousands of posts throughout the palace.

While crawling you first followed the massive sweaty footprints that Thor had left behind, the musky smell making your head light. You quickly lapped up every footprint, the guards chuckling at this display before starting your daily task.

5 hours later, you finally were done. The ground started shaking more intensely by the second, which was the sign that your God almost arrived at the Palace. You knelt down at the Throneroom-door and bowed down again as the 2 guards opened the door.

Thor walked in with his heavy boots, he walked past you and you immediately went to work again. Thor always came in with his boots dirty, which meant that the floors that you had just cleaned would be stained again. That's why you crawled behind him hastily cleaning the dirty footprints he left behind before he would sit on his throne.

Thor sat on his throne and inspected his throneroom. Your heart beat out your chest, waiting for his judgement. Then he finally nodded to his guards, which meant that the floors were properly cleaned. He never acknowledged you, hell; you only dared to look at him when he gave his approval or disapproval.

After a few seconds of enjoying farting into the rebels-turned fart cushion, Thor snapped his fingers and 2 slaves appeared. "Your God is tired from the long day He has had. Clean my boots from the filth slaves." They immediately went to work.

You were still bowing down but couldn't help but take quick glances at the slaves lapping at his Mighty boots. You were jealous, those slaves were so lucky to be so close to their God. After what seemed like the 100th glance, you suddenly were met with deep blue eyes. You immediately looked away as your face went crimson red.

You heard the loud finger-snapping from Thor again and yelped as you felt yourself being lifted up. You looked at the smirking guards in panic before looking down at the floor. You had fucked up. You now were kneeling in front of Thor'a throne. You immediately bowed down again, hoping for your God's mercy.

Then a chuckle was heard that shook the whole palace. "Little pet of Mine, you have not displeased your God, so do not worry. I can feel your whole little fragile body shaking from fear. It has come to my attention that you have taken a liking to my Mighty boots?" You sat up and nodded obediently, still avoiding eye-contact. You immediately thought about the possibility of him turning you into his boots. That would be a dream, but then you remembered that he already rewarded slave#7293 (slave Cory) with this gift.

A chuckle was heard again. The ground started shaking as you looked at your God's legs moving up from his throne. He was walking towards you. You immediately bowed down as you felt the Godly presence of Thor before you. You could see his boots inches from your head.

You heard a snap from his fingers and you suddenly were met with the ceiling of the Throneroom. You had been turned onto your back. Then your God appeared in your vision as his blue eyes pierced into you. You asserted your gaze even though it was almost impossible.

What happened next isn't what you would have ever imagined. An unbearable weight suddenly was felt on your stomach. You looked down to see Thor's boots on your body; he was standing on you. You now couldn't help but look up as Thor looked back with a grin. "It has come to my attention that my little pet has been disappointed about not being turned into my Mighty Boots." He grinned and you became even redder, he had read your mind. "Unfortunately, that blessing has already been given, but you, my little slave, have been loyal to your Allmighty God, so I shall reward you."

He took another step on your chest, your grunting increasing. This made him chuckle again. "It is quite amusing how you are struggling with this weight when I have reduced my Godly weight to make sure you weren't going to explode. But also, it seems like you enjoy being trampled on, don't you slave?"

You didn't know what your God was talking about, but then you realized; you were hard as a rock. You had been so busy trying to remain still with the unbearable weight on your body that you didn't realize how arousing you found this. "Instead of you cleaning the dirt, I will give you the privilege of your God quickly cleaning his boots on you."

Before you could even process what he said, you suddenly looked down and.... his boots were going into you? No... your stomach was flattening... no... your whole body was flattening. You panicked as you felt yourself becoming shorter.... were you shrinking? No.... you felt yourself becoming wider as well. Suddenly you didn't feel your legs or arms anymore and the weight of Thor's heavy boots on your chest was disappearing too. You suddenly realized that your face was the only thing that was left, but your face wasn't going to be untouched.

You felt your tongue being forced outside your mouth. Your eyes widened as you felt it widening... ALOT! It was like your tongue was rolled like dough to the point that it covered your whole face but your eyes. Your tongue also turned into a.... brown colour? Realization hit: you were going to become a doormat for your God.

The transformation stopped. Thor looked down at his new doormat before stepping on it. You felt dirt collecting on your tongue as he took his first wipe, the weight being unbearable as you your tongue smushed against the rest of your face. You were estactic though. You were now closer than ever to your God.

"You will make a fine doormat for your God. If I feel satisfied enough about the cleaning of my boots after wiping them on you, I will regularly rewards you with some wipes of my sweaty dirty barefeet after walks in my royal garden. Now collect the rest of this dirt to thank me." He laughed wiping his Godly boots some more times until he was satisfied, teleporting you to the Palace door exclusive to the Almighty Tyrant Thor. You were going to serve him until he didn't find anymore use of you.