As you peruse around a small town you had decided to vacate as part of a small cheap vacation away from your normal average everyday city life, you notice an odd store with a faint enticing scent lingering from it which begins to give you an erection. Though your senses warn you to run, you can't help but feel hypnotically entranced to follow the scent and open the door, and as you do so you welcome yourself to perhaps one of the oddest sights you have ever seen and may ever see in your life. For as you enter the store, it seems at first, like a normal shop. There are counters, and shelves, and even a dusty front desk with dustier items underneath. But it wasn't what the shop looked like; nor was it what the shop even smelled like. It was about its very contents within.
You look around and noticed well worn boots, shoes and sandals with different labels. Cowboy. Cop. Construction Worker. Surfer. And very specific labels too, such as one in particular which caught your very eye; Office Worker Dress Shoes - Well work and heavily scented, fit for the right foot fetishist. So, that was what this place was. Some type of sick foot fetish appeal. You wanted to gag and run out, but you noticed that you were fully erect and the smell was faint, as if you were used to it already. As you continue to browse the counters, you also notice some boots, shoes, sandals and even socks were missing from other labels. By now you also noticed that a couple of the other shop browsers, had bought some shoes, stepping out happily and it was then you decided to go to the counter.
A well built man, with beach blonde hair and crystal blue eyes looked at you. His eyes were almost hypnotic, and part of you believed he had hypnotized people with that look before. Perhaps he was doing the same to you. His smile revealed a full set of pearly whites, and as the smell seemed to get stronger, you looked over the somewhat thin counter to notice he was barefoot, with size thirteen feet that flexed and almost teased you.
"What can I do for ya?" The heavily accented and beautiful man asked you, with a southern drawl. You wondered if any of these boots or shoes were his. Looking at him with a puzzled expression you asked.
"So, err, what exactly is this place?" You ask, stumbling behind the counter as you try to clearly hide your erection. The man just smirks, letting out a short laugh at your ignorance.
"Well this here, is my store. No official name, so I just call it Mike's. Which is also my name," The man jokes, and you laugh in response, though you can't really tell what the joke was. "Anyway, this here is a store for all the people who like a feet a little more than they ought to. Which is me. On the counters with the labels you were lookin' at, are other peoples shoes. They either donate them or are them and once you put them on, you turn into that persona. So if you want to look like a burly cop. Just try one of those on, your feet are sure to grow. On the shelves are where our socks are, those are also either donated or were once people, if you put them on, they can massage your feet and make them grow temporarily or take on a different style, such as being hairier or what not. Be careful your feet may get a bit more flexible and have a mind of their own. Who knows what can happen then. Finally in the back, we have "The Room". You go back there and jerk off all you want. The moment you cum though is the moment you turn into shoes or socks. You also go back there to try on new shoes, or those socks for bigger feet and a lot of fun. Either that or me and you can go back there for some fun. I do need some new socks after all. So that's about it."
"Wow." That's all you can say. The place creeps you out but at the same time, something stirs in you that loves the idea of taking on a new persona, or becoming socks and shoes to be worn. You look around deciding what to do.