You rub Jack's heavy boots, the mud flaking off and landing on the already filthy carpet. He does not seem to care about your odd behavior.
'Pull them off for me, would you? My feet are killing.' You undo the crusty, muddy laces, and tug at the boots. They slide off his feet with a blast of hot, fetid air, damp and stinking of Jack's filthy feet, revealing his dirty, dripping socks.
You lie down by Jack, watching the TV. Slowly, you roll next to the couch. Jack raises his feet to let you move there, but when you don't move, he shrugs and rests the bottoms of his damp socks on top of you.
You roll onto your back, letting his socks slowly dampen your chest. You are enjoying this example of his dominance over you, and your raise your arms to hug one of his feet, and pull up your knees to cover the other.
He continues to drink and watch TV. You imagine what it would be like to be his boots, being worn by him to work, cared for and serving him, worshiping his feet.
First, you imagine, your back would turn hard and black, becoming the cold, thick soles of heavy boots. You can almost feel it, closing your eyes.
Your skin would be tough, muddy leather, slowly wrapping around his sweaty feet, thick laces growing from inside you to tighten you around his sexy socks.
You would become heavy, hot and smelly with his sweat, one of his feet inside your head, the other inside your ass. You close your eyes, sitting there for the rest of the night, wishing over and over that you were his property, his boots.
Hours later, he stirs.
'Well, I'm heading to bed.'
You sigh, opening your eyes, and try to roll out from under him, but something is stuck inside you.
You wriggle, trying to dislodge it, and he laughs.
'Argh, these new boots tickle my feet.'
You blink a few times, feeling yourself. You feel hot, heavy and damp. Something warm and large is filling you from both ends. You can only see the floor in front of you.
You hear Jack stand up, and a heavy weight presses down on you. You are lifted and pressed as he walks up the stairs. He leans down and pulls at your chest, before pulling you. You feel the large things slide out from inside you, and you feel cold and empty. He drops you at the side of the stairs, and goes to bed.
Your wish came true; the next day Jack gets up and slides his feet inside you, walking to work with you on his feet. It isn't long before you are scuffed, muddy and stinking of his disgusting feet, and you love it.