inanimatetffantasies: cooperstfranch:Old man Cooper stretched, and scratched his belly. It was har
inanimatetffantasies: cooperstfranch: Old man Cooper stretched, and scratched his belly. It was hard and firm, as tough as wood but hairy and rough. His shirt was stained with sweat from working all day under the sun, and a few beads of sweat glistened on his dense, dark beard. He turned to the young farmhand next to him, who was hammering nails into one of the fences on the old cowboy’s ranch. “Well Corey, I wasn’t sure y'all had it in you, but you’ve impressed me. What do you say I offer you a special role? Somethin’ I’d only offer to someone I can trust to have my back and…support me, you could say”, he said. His beard twitched slightly with a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Well Mr. Cooper, you know you can count on me, sir!”, the farmhand said with an innocent smile. Cooper leaned down, and pulled on his boots. They were old, and well-worn, the leather cracked and scuffed. He tugged them off slowly, and revealed his huge, hairy feet, glistening with sweat. The soles were darkened with dust and dirt, and the powerful, woody stink of the old cowboy’s musk filled the air. “These boys have been good to me for goin’ on ten years, but they’re on the way out. Boy, you ever thought of bein’ an object?”, Cooper said. Seeing Corey’s reaction, the older man raised a hand. “Now now, I know it sounds bad. Y'all only hear about criminals becomin’ a sheriff’s smallclothes or suchlike. But hear me out, boy. As my boots, you’d feel no pain. Only pleasure, from every step I take, the pleasure and warm feeling of being owned, an’ havin’ a purpose, a reason to exist. No stress, or worry, ever again. You’ll know exactly what you’re for, why you exist. An’ I’ll treat you right. A man’s boots are important, and he’s gotta show them respect. You’ll be my partner in many ways. Closer to me than even the ladies ever get!”, he said. The farmhand hesitated, but his eyes were locked down as he stared at the old cowboy’s huge, hairy feet. He gulped. “Truth be told sir…I am quite fond of your boots. I’ve thought about that sorta thing once or twice before. Ah reckon gettin’ to serve you is a mighty fine honor indeed!”, he said. He looked over at the old boot, then back to Mr Cooper’s sweaty feet. He grinned, and nodded. “Ye-Yes sir! Please make me of use to you, I will serve you well sir!”, he said eagerly. Cooper grinned too, an unusual expression to see on the gruff, surly old cowboy. He slapped Corey firmly on the shoulder. “Damn boy, I’m proud of ya. Ah reckon you’ll be the finest boots I ever did own!”, he said. He reached down, and grabbed Corey’s shirt, before pulling it up over the younger man’s head, revealing his slender chest. Then he unbuckled Corey’s belt, letting his pants fall down, and pulled them off along with the farmhand’s own boots, one by one. As he stood up again, he rose an eyebrow as he saw Corey’s cock, standing hard and firm. “Well ain’t that a sight. I ain’t had no idea you was…that way, if you catch my drift. I guess that explains a few things!”, he said. Corey blushed, and awkwardly held one hand over his throbbing cock. “S-sorry Mr Cooper! Thank You Mr. Cooper! This is kind of a dream come true sir, in more ways than one…”, he mumbled. The old cowboy ruffled Corey’s hair and grinned. “Damn boy, you’ll make even better boots than I hoped! I ain’t never met a man more suited to be worn”, he said. He gently pushed Corey down onto all fours, the younger man standing naked with his hands and feet on the dusty ground of the ranch. “This’ll feel mighty strange, but just don’t fight it. Let the changes flow into you”, he said. Then he sat down, and lifted one of his large, dirty feet, and pressed it to Corey’s mouth. The older man’s toes were sweaty and ripe, and the stink of the old cowboy’s thick, woody, musky aroma filled Corey’s nose, even as he tasted the salty and earthy flavour of his unwashed feet. His toes pushed in deeper, Corey’s cheeks stretching as his toes pushed back against his throat. At the same time, he lifted his other foot, and pressed his toes against Corey’s tight asshole. It slowly stretched, a little uncomfortable at first, but even as the second and third toe pushed in, it didn’t hurt like he’d expect. Instead, the stretching in his rear felt oddly blissful. It made his cock bounce and leak, as the old cowboy’s entire foot started to push up into his ass. Corey moaned, and shuddered with the strange sensations. The thick, manly smell of the mature cowboy’s feet seemed to fill his lungs, flowing through his mind and making it impossible to focus on anything but this bizarre pleasure. He expected pain, but was instead getting one of the most pleasurable and intense feelings he had ever imagined. He looked up at Mr Cooper, his face red with a blush, as he felt his mind fill with an odd set of new thoughts. He had always been attracted to the rough old cowboy, but now he felt different. Cooper was everything. Cooper owned him. Cooper was his whole world. The old cowboy looked down at Corey with a fatherly smile one more time, before pushing his feet in deeper. His toes pushed down into the younger man’s throat, stretching it out as more and more of his feet filled Corey’s body. The rest of his other foot slid easily deeper into Corey’s ass, until it moved past the ankle, and even further. Corey’s neck and chest stretched slightly, his insides feeling strange. They shifted and gurgled, his organs starting to stretch and squash out of the way, no longer needed. His skin felt dry and firm, the colour deepening. It took on a deep, tanned shade, before getting darker, becoming a glossy, leathery brown. The old cowboy tugged his feet, stretching them away from eachother. The sensation for Corey was indescribable. His whole body was stretching and tugging on itself, his midriff weakening, pulling out taut. Until finally, with a shocking sensation of sudden, electric pleasure, he split in half. Cooper stretched out his legs, and looked down at Corey. The shape of the boy’s body was already altering, conforming to fit his feet perfectly. But it was possible to still see the faint hints of legs shrinking away on his left boot, and arms on his right boot. Corey could feel his new boot soles forming, a sort of hard, strong sensation in his two split bodies. His limbs shrank away, disappearing as he no longer needed them. The leather took him over, covering away all his features, everything he didn’t have a use for. His nose and eyes slowly flattened, and closed. But he found he could still see. His vision was now strange and distorted, focused on the ground with two viewpoints, one from each boot. And though he no longer breathed, at every moment he was constantly smelling Cooper’s scent. It was so much stronger, more rank and masculine now. It was like his senses were enhanced, to better taste and smell and worship his owner’s body. Corey could no longer feel any of his limbs. His entire mind was nothing but Mr Cooper’s scent, the taste of his dirty feet, the pleasure of being completely filled by a man who owned you. His mind started to degrade, thoughts becoming jumbled, happy, and confused. “Thank…you…..Mister…..Coop…..” were his last human thoughts, as he shuddered and accepted his new permanent fate. Cooper flexed his toes, feeling the heat and warmth inside the boy’s new body. That humid, warm comfort that showed his boots are happy and content. He stood up, and rubbed his back. Corey could feel the old man’s weight pressing down on him, the forceful thump of each step he took. He no longer truly had a brain, but he was still in some way conscious. Not thinking, but aware. Tasting every drop of sweat Cooper’s huge feet oozed into him. Soaking his degraded mind with that smell. His thoughts were now the thoughts of an object, of boots. The desire to be owned, to do a good job. The pride of being a treasured possession. Cooper didn’t say anything to his new boots. Part of respecting your transformed objects is treating them properly, like the objects they are. So he just carried on with his farm work, knowing the boots were happy and content to have found their true place in the world. This guy writes amazing inanimate stories! Give him a look! -- source link