Posted Thu Jan 7, 2016 | 572 Words | Tagged story chav inanimate masteroftf

BThanks to masteroftf for roleplaying this with me beforehand. Two transformations for the price of one! And at the low low price of £0.00!

He was at his friends house, hanging out before going out. His friend had gone to make another cuppa when he started to feel a little strange. He felt really tired the whole day but this was something else, he felt numb all over.

He tried to speak out loud, but nothing came out of his mouth. He couldn’t move, just could only watch as he say his skin getting all blotchy… and dark. Not dark as in a skin colour dark, but black as in… clothing.

He could see his legs start to bend towards him, but it just felt right as his legs spread apart and impossibly shaped towards himself. He could see in the torn shreds of his jeans and underwear his dick had gone.

As good as this was feeling, he really didn’t understand why he wasn’t more concerned by the whole ordeal.

He was shrinking as well. He was sure he wasn’t going to burst through his t-shirt now. Smaller and smaller. He managed to rip his t-shirt as his legs and arms joined together, forming a single piece and looking more like… shoes.

He felt something inside of him shift outwards and felt like throwing up if he could as plastic bubbles came out of his sides as he felt his torso hardening into the soul of the shoes.

He felt his neck lengthen and he felt his head squish out into the tongue of the shoes, flopping into place. He could kind of see in a washy kind of way. It felt good this way but his thoughts were succumbing to constant pleasure and a need to be worn.

His friend, Jamie came back with the mugs full and realised his friend wasn’t there. But there was a pair of new trainers. Wondering to himself he felt like he should try them on. Surely if they’re just sat there why not, it was his house after all. Even if they weren’t something he’d normally wear at all.

He couldn’t help himself as shoes. He kept it a secret, he was a bit of magician. He could transform people, and somehow managed to end up himself as a pair of shoes. But he felt his mind mush away wanting to be worn by someone these shoes were made for.

Jamie slowly put them on and then stood up, feeling strange all of a sudden. The shoes felt incredibly comfortable, too comfortable. He even groaned at how comfortable they were.

He looked down to his m… can. Yeah he had a can didn’t he? Two in fact. Fuck he couldn’t wait to meet his mates in the pub later. Jamie sat down and downed a big swig feeling things slow down a little in his head.

Jamie’s hair soon shortened down to a buzz on the sides, jeans soon loosening and slipping into trackies which gave a satisfied smirk from Jamie. He felt his cock harden through all of this, getting longer.

Wiggling his toes he felt a response in his shoes, stretching them out getting a size bigger, then another.

Jamie knew he was a fit lad and was well happy with his new nike’s. Downing the rest of the can, he put on his jacket and headed off to the pub.