No shoes in the house!

Hey Pete, I’m sure I told you to tell your mates that there was to be no more shoes in the house, not while we have new carpets.

Oh these aren’t shoes, not really mr Patterson! These are jimmy!

I don’t care what they are, shoes, sneakers or jimmy’s.

You don’t get it. My shoes, my sneakers are jimmy. Jimmy asked to be turned into my sneakers and I can’t take him off my feet or he becomes jimmy again. And he specifically asked to stay as my sneakers for the entire day. Don’t worry he has never been worn outside!

Wait, jimmy is one of your mates isn’t he?

Yep, he asks to become a pair of our sneakers one day each weekend.

You can do that kind of thing these days?

Yeah. There is a bit of a side effect though!

Oh, what’s that?

Well on a Saturday, one of us wears him but then he takes over our bodies and becomes us after around 6 hours, then for the rest of the day until he takes the sneakers off our former feet we become the sneakers and once removed we become jimmy. We do it again on Sunday to swap back.

Oh isn’t technology wonderful! Do either of you boys want to be me for the night?

Uiirrgghhh dad, that’s disgusting. I’m not letting you have my body, and I sure as hell don’t want yours!

And I don’t want yours either Pete, especially since you are 18 and there are only 18 years between us. There’s a lot of me in you, literally!

Yuck! Thanks for embarrassing me dad! (Pete is the one on the right of the pic.)

And you can’t be me, jimmy is already taking over my body. Said Carl.

Well if you buy us some beers for the night, and I can join in, I’ll let you become my sneakers. And I’ll take your body later mr Patterson. Said Kyle the one next to Carl and jimmy.

Yeah and you can have my body next weekend for the same deal. Said Joel, the one holding the bottle.

You lot are discusting. You are wanting to be my dad!

Yeah, but just for the day, for the free beer!

Anyway, I don’t wanna be your dad, I don’t want him to be me, but it’s free beers!

Whatever, just get it over with!

Cool, what do I need to do?

Not a lot, but it’s a bit weird actually. All you have to do is remove my socks then lick both of my feet, left one first heal to toe, right one next toe to heal.

Okay, no problem. Any of you ever done this or is jimmy always the one to start?

Jimmy is the one who always starts, he does it that often then most of the time we don’t notice until there is a pair of sneakers on our feet! But we have all done it when we go to get our bodies back!

Any preference in colour mr Patterson?

I can choose? What’s the point since I will be a pair of sneakers for a few hours.

Yeah you can’t choose, black or white.

I’ve always preferred white, but you will be wearing me, I’ll let you choose.

White it is, are you 3 watching or……

No we are not, we have seen it all before and I have no desire to see my dad become a worthless pair of sneakers!

He lay down on my couch and removed his socks and I went straight in and licked his left foot heel to toe and then the right toe to heal. As my tongue went down his foot I felt ever increasing resistance. At the mid point of his right foot I could no longer remove my tongue from his foot, it had bonded and merged into it. I managed to get it all the way to his heel and then notable changes were happening to me. There was no pain but I could certainly feel it. I was getting smaller for a start and I almost felt like I was being split in two. I guess I was since I was becoming a pair of sneakers.

I could see echos of white plastic, leather, rubber and cloth forming around his feet and I was defiantly wrapping around his feet. Pretty soon I was a perfectly formed pair of sneakers formed around his feet, then I felt the splitting once more as socks formed inside the sneakers and grew from his ankles. I now had two rather large feet and 10 toes inside me.

Weirdly it felt exhilarating but also discusting at the same time. I still had all my senses. I could still see, feel, taste and smell. Fuck the taste and smell was hideous. Did all lads feet taste like this or did I just pick the most offensive one?!?!!

Even with the taste and smell I was enjoying myself. Time was flying by. Pretty soon I was being disturbed by someone calling “dad”. I woke up startled and Pete stood in front of me. I began to assess my surroundings and my body, I was Kyle.

Fuck, that was horrendous Pete, do all lads your age have such smelly feet?

Nah, in fact neither does Kyle. It will be his sneakers. His white pair you choose are his oldest ones.

I thought I was going to be a new pair!

You were, but copied from his current pair so all the smells associated with them were in the copy. They wouldn’t have been created as a brand new pair, just a copy.

Fuck, if I had of known I’d of picked his newer pair. I know for next time.

There isn’t going to be a next time!

I think there is! In fact I think your body is looking rather attractive right now too.

You aren’t becoming me!

Not yet, but you forget we live in the same house I will find a way. I forgot how good it is being this young. Look at me Pete, I am Kyle.

Dad, you really are disgusting!

Right now I’m Kyle, not your dad!

The hours quickly passed by and it was time to remove my shoes and socks. The real Kyle became me and I was all alone with Kyle’s body. Those few hours, overnight and the next day were epic.

The next morning, Kyle in my body woke me up bu licking my feet, he quickly became the white sneakers I had been the day before and I knew I only had a few hours left as Kyle. Pretty soon he was taking back control of his own body and I was back to being his sneakers. After about an hour i felt him take me off his feet and I became me again.

That week dragged like hell and I was so tempted to become my son but we were too alike for it to be worth it. I knew I had to wait for the weekend to become Joel.

Joel was even better than Kyle, much smaller and a huge dick. Carl volunteered him self for the next weekend too. I think I will do this every weekend from now on.