Zach was so excited. The instant that Carlos picked him up to put him on, he split into two calf length black socks. Carlos stuck his feet inside Zach's mouth and ass. He felt so much pleasure that if he had a penis, he would have orgasmed at least 5 times. Zach then went inside of Carlos' shoes.
"Good thing I turned on the seeing through shoes-thingy." he said, silently.
Carlos started to run to football practice in order to get there on time. He had on his new Adidas track shoes, which got less new by the second. They were stepped into the dirt, some bird crap, and other unthinkable things. Zach was very happy that he didn't choose to be Carlos' sneakers, although the sweaty sock in the mouth would've been better than a sweaty foot in the mouth.
That was all that he could taste. His sweaty feet. He knew he shouldn't have put taste on as one of the senses. In the first two or three hours of practice, he was practically vomiting up all of the sweat. However, in the last couple of hours, Zach started to enjoy the only food he will have for the next week.
Foot sweat.
Yuck.