Posted Thu Dec 1, 2016 | 344 Words | Tagged story sniff

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There was rumours about the socks for years, a pair of socks which would stink as soon as you opened the sealed packet with them in. Socks which were laced with a spell by a young man who wanted to be something different.

Jason was the kind of person who wanted more, which is why he was surprised for his birthday he received a pair of socks in a sealed bag. When he opened them, there was a stink of sweat and musk immediately evident in the air. His friend told him to put them on, and reluctantly he did.

He felt a bit weird wearing what was obviously used socks, but he seemed fine with it. In fact, the smell was slightly turning him on.

His friend was clearly getting turned on as well, and being on autopilot got up, and shoved the socked foot in his mate’s face. His mate moaned, as the smell overtook him.

Jason undressed himself, and pulled a cocky smirk realising how sexy he looked with the socks on. Seeing as well, he liked the look of his legs too.

He felt a slight tingle over his legs, but continued loving what was happening. While it was happening, a small tattoo started sprouting from the socks, curling it’s way up his leg. At the same time, muscle built in his leg, and carried on around into the other leg.

The tattoo crept up onto his torso, the tingling seeping away into his abs and pecs, making them match the dominant male personality he was growing so very quickly.

He started forcing the socks into his mate’s mouth, knowing how much of a foot slut he was. Feeling the tingling in his shoulders, them straighten out and widen and his arms fill with muscle.

Damn he was a sexy fucker, and damn he loved it. Now he’s got a pair of dirty nikes and he needs some cunt to clean them. He’s waiting for you. Don’t worry, he’ll let you worship his socks as well.