The jock was slumped in the chair twiddling his fingers. His feet were both on their sides
pointing outwards. As Derek placed the boxes and knelt before the jock he couldn't help
but touch one of them. Through the material he could feel their powerful and thick arch.
Looking up to the jock Derek had half expected him to react to the touch, but instead the
jock just looked down with the same beaming face. The fact that the jock didn't seem to
care caused Derek to almost burst with glee. Peering up over the sofa Derek made sure
that no-one else was in the shop or that Matt was back form the stock room.
With a satisfactory smirk Derek wraps both hands around the huge foot and lifts it up. The
weight of it was beyond Derek's belief and he practically nosed dived into something that
he always wanted to do. His arousal was uncomfortably tenting his trousers as he pressed
the sole of the foot against his face and breathed deeply. The faint musky scent of the
jock tickled his nose where as the warmth from it only wanted Derek to snuggle his nose
between the toes deeper. Event though it felt like hours to Derek the whole thing lasted
moments, as Derek was afraid of Matt walking back into the room.
Placing the foot back down with a quiet thud Derek turned back to the jock.
"Afraid there are no flip flops or sandals, but we do have some funky sneakers for you."
Derek said with his heart racing as he reached for the 25 box, which was more like a small
storage box. The jock seemed to snap back into the room,
"Damn dude, I was hoping to grab some new ones, but…" the jock trailed off as he began
to scratch his head, "but… I think I came in for some cleats… or at least that's what I think
I wanted."
Derek placed both hands on either of the jocks feet and stared up into the jock's eyes.
Transfixing the jock with his stare he said quietly and firmly, "relax your mind." The jock's
eyes instantly glazed over and his expression became blank. "You do need some cleats but
first you will find some new sneakers. On returning to your house you will put all your old
shoes out into the trash. You will have always had the feet you had and if anyone tries to
tell you otherwise you will either shrug it off or say to them that people change. Is that
clear slave?"
"Yes master" the jock mumbled.
"Good," replied Derek as he let go of the jock's feet, somewhat reluctantly. The jock
slightly shook his head as if shaking off the haze of a dream.
"Let's see what you have for these puppies then." The jock said as he picked his feet up
and wiggled them in front of Derek, who could barely control his arousal and self from
reaching out and grapping the two huge feet. What stopped him was the thought of giving
the jock even bigger feet. Biting his lip he opened the box and heaved out both of the
jock's new shoes and soon to be new shoe size.
Carefully unlacing the shoes he assisted the jock's feet down into the boats. As each foot
past his face Derek leant forward to catch a quick whiff. Sitting back on his knees Derek
starred at the ankle tops in excited anticipation. A hand pressed down on the end of the
shoe where as the other gently rubbed his groin. The jock's feet must have felt lost in the
great shoes but Derek knew the socks would soon work their magic. Keeping a watchful
eye Derek's heart raced again as he saw the neck of the sock creep down jock's ankle.
Tugging down gently Derek watched with a smile as the leg hairs each leapt to attention
as soon as the sock neck drifted past them. A light bump against his thumb confirmed
that the jock's feet were filling their new abode nicely. Derek kept his thumb pressed down
against the shoe but couldn't hold back the slow and relentless pushing of the jock's big
toe. The feel and sight of the jock's growing feet almost made Derek pounce on the jock's
newly acquired humongous feet but he knew that would be for later.
"I'll take 'em. They look awesome." The jock said enthusiastically as he stood up and
modeled the sneakers in front of a low-lying mirror.
"No problem," Derek said as his gaze lingered on the big sneakers twirling in front of him,
"but I'll need the socks back though."
The jock sat back down and pulled each foot out of the sneaker, it almost took a good five
seconds for the entirety of the foot to be revealed. With both enormous white clad feet
before Derek, he could no longer resist himself. He placed a massive foot in his lap, heel
pressing against his erection and slipped his fingers under the neck of the sock. Slowly
and tenderly he slipped off the sock, keeping his thumbs pressed so the smooth sole. He
looked up again as if to check that the jock wouldn't suddenly object. To see if he wasn't
dreaming and that the jock was still actually there. With a final light tug the foot was
revealed. Each mighty toe stood before Derek, he leant in so close he could practically
taste them, but yet he didn't. It drove him wild but he knew that he would know their taste
soon enough.
With both socks in Derek's hand he picked up the box and headed to the till. Another
quick look around the store revealed no one but his bare footed jock, and with that Derek
plunged his face into the socks. The smell was divine, and as he closed his eyes he could
imagine him there in front of the jock's soles once more. The 'beep' from the till's brought
him back to reality. Through dreamy eyes he read the monstrous price tag, and down to a
credit card that was placed on the table. The silver letters read Samuel Wood, and the hand
that held on to it led to the jock. Looking up from the socks Derek smiled. 'Cute name,
and so typical of a jock,' he thought.
Slipping the socks back into his pocket he swiped the card and waited for the jock to sign
for his new feet and life. Taking the receipt Derek reached out and grabbed a hold of
Sam's hand. Catching his eye in his Derek said, "What were you planning on doing today?"