Chad couldn't believe it. One minute he was standing there berating one of the jerky assistant coaches, and the next he was beside himself, literally transformed into a pair of size 12 boots. He could still speak, but Coach Cost, and now this Snake character were doing everything they could to keep his mouth and ass full. Well, it didn't take much, apparently Stenchfoot Standish had his own little kink when it came to shoes or boots. The boy wore them non-stop, he slept in them, and during this stupid survivalist boot camp, he even bathed in them. Well, sitz bathed. He'd strip down to his boots, and sponge bath himself. Chad's only brief relief would come while Standish snored, and Snake would pull his boots off, and fill them with cum. Worst of all, Snake could hear Chad, while Standish, and just about everyone else couldn't. It was something about gypsy blood. About halfway through the camp, Snake switched boots with Ryan. He said he was keeping Chad as his boot boy forever. He stopped jerking off into Chad, Snake though was jerking off into Ryan's new boots. Ryan seemed oblivious, though with all the drugs, Snake was feeding Standish, it was amazing the boy ever woke up. Snake had taken to shagging Ryan with a condom, and emptying the contents of the condom into Ryan's boots. He wore Chad 24/7, and seemed to go out of his way to step into animal shit, mud, or some semi-liquid decaying mass in the swamp whenever possible. Chad began to miss being jerked off into. He even began to miss Ryan's Standish's stinky feet. Snake's feet developed their own unique stink. On the third to the last day, Ryan discovered that Snake had moved most of the heavy stuff from his pack to Ryan's, so Ryan was carrying about 80-90 lbs, while Snake was skating by with a 10-20 lb backpack. He revealed his bully nature, by blindsiding Snake with a sucker punch. When Snake came to, he was naked except for his boots and his jockstrap. His own socks, and a jockstrap, probably Standish's were used to gag his mouth, his arms were tied to pieces of wood rending them perpendicular from the elbows to his body, and both backpacks were strapped to him, a rope hung from his neck.
"Shoulda done this a week ago, commented Ryan. But," he pulled out Snake's nearly empty plastic baggie of pills, "I wasn't thinking clearly. Fortunately, you weren't so careful when you put some of this into my MRE last night. Good thing I saw you. You may have a little trouble remembering, I know the feeling. When you tried to fuck me last night, I nailed you, and got you nicely tied up. About 10 minutes ago, you started to wake up, moaning, yawning and shit, so I fed you a few of this babies. Hope I got the dosage right. I cannot believe you," he rubbed his own ass, "I really thought I used the wrong leaves to wipe my bum." He shrugged. "Well, a few days of payback, and then maybe a lot more when we get back to school. Come bitch, we gotta go 20 miles today to next checkpoint." He pulled on the rope. Snake stumbled for a few of his steps. Everything was sort of hazy. His semiconscious sleepwalking state broke down the barriers between his mind, and Chad's. Chad wasn't drugged, and it was weird, he was sort of able to use Snake's body like a puppet, basically possessing him. Of course, gagged and bound as he was, Snake's body wasn't much more than a pack mule now, but being able to move legs, and breathe, and well, Chad was the happiest he had been in weeks. He needed to keep Snake drugged, but he needed to do something about this situation. Coach Sal had said Chad was going to be boots for at least two more weeks.
That night spoon fed Snake his meal, while Snake wanted to spit it out, in his weakened state, Chad made him swallow.
"Good, Snaky, guess you like being my slaveboy for a change."
"Nu=uh, about that Ryan, I gotta confess, you remember that Coach Sal from Chad's school, well, he's some sort of fucking wizard, and well, your boots are Chad." Chad said managing to take control. He wasn't going to tell Ryan that Snake was now wearing him, until he knew how Ryan would react.
"What?" Ryan looked at his boots, at the pills in the bag, and at Snake, "Nah. But if they were him?" Ryan ground his boots into the mud.
When they prepared to bed down for the night, zoned out Snake was easily tied by Ryan between two trees. Hanging in the air wasn't so bad. Snake/Chad were pretty much sharing their thoughts as well, though Snake's thoughts were muted, his internal barriers were down, and Chad was now fully aware of how serious Snake was about keeping Chad forever. He had used his cell phone to research were-clothing spells, and figured that if he was wearing Chad when the moon rose, he could direct Chad's transformation into motorcycle boots, socks, a wet suit? So many ideas, and each seemed worse to Chad. He was terrified of letting Snake regain control.
That night Ryan used Snake's strung up body as a hammock. He repeated the performance the next day, and the last day, they reached the shack where they spent the first night.
"So, looks like you two passed," said Coach Sal, when he arrived to collect them.
"Yeah, but did you know Snake was going to drug me into being his pack mule, and fuck toy?" growled Ryan, "And that he says you're some sort of magician, and my boots are some guy named Chad?"
"Oh, did he tell you that?" the coach said apparently absentmindedly playing with the medallion on the gold chain around his neck. It spun and swayed slowly, as he spoke. Soon Ryan was drooling, and staring at the shiny object. "Ryan, you will forget about being drugged. You and Snake are now buds. He never said that that whiny blond curly haired quarterback Chad was your boots, that was just something you dreamt. It's not true, but you secretly wish he was your boots worshiping your feet. So treat your boots like they are Chad, but know that they're just boots, and you have to return them to me in two weeks. Okay?"
"Uh, huh, yeah, coach. Whatever you say..." droned Ryan.
"Nice trick," commented Snake, "Planning to do that to me too?"
"Yeah, if you give me any trouble," laughed Sal. He had other plans for Snake. "Okay, Ryan, wakey, wakey."
"Huh? Oh, sorry, I guess I dozed off, coach. Cannot wait to get home and sleep in my own bed," Ryan said then he looked over at Snake nervously, and added, "Say, Snake, wanna sleepover at my place tonight? I kinda got used to your snoring, bud."
"I don't snore- uh, you want me to sleepover with you tonight, Stenchish?"
"I'll even wash my feet if that makes you happy, bud?"
"Sure, why not?" laughed Snake. Having the dumbjock as his fuck bud would be a bonus. He smiled at Coach Sal.
The two weeks were up. Chad was in hell, Snake had worn Chad pretty much non-stop since they got back. He was lying there naked in his bed wearing his boots without socks, and watching the full moon rising through his bedroom window. Chad felt weird, he seemed warmer, wetter and he felt himself growing. He felt Snake's bare foot buried ankle deep in his ass, while his other foot was part way down Chad's throat. He could see himself in Snake's mirror. It was like a bad magician's trick: saw the guy in half turn him into boots, have an audience member try him on , and then change him back, but he was still cut in half.
Snake stared in horror at the naked halves of the guy stuck to his feet.
"Who the fuck are you? What happened to my boot? I was just thinking about-"
Seriously? Did Coach Sal do something to Snake forget who Chad was? Chad tried to speak, tried to pull himself free, but he could feel himself melting and changing. What was Snake thinking about? New shoes, a wet suit? Is that what Chad was becoming? He felt himself shrinking and molding to Snake's feet, and then...