"Hey, no running," Bucky shouted at the two kids running around near the pool.

Both kids let out an eep at the stern voice they heard from the 18 year old life guard up on his tower. They immediately stop running and started to walk, not wanting to risk angering Bucky. Bucky was about to relax when he noticed a few kids messing around in the deeper part of the pool. Pulling out his lifeguard whistle he blew it to get their attention.

"No rough housing!"

The kids stopped immediately and broke apart.

"Kids," Bucky said under his breath as he continued to do his job. It wasn't easy being a life guard. Bucky normally wouldn't accept such a job, but he really needed the money. He just graduated high school and needed cash for college. At the age of 18, Bucky was already feeling the weight of being an adult in society, and it wasn't fun. Sitting up here in his lifeguard tower making sure the rules were followed was dull and boring for him. However, he was told by his academic adviser that lifeguard duty looked good on a resume and would help with applying for colleges. He would have to use everything he had to get into the school he wanted. So here he was, over summer break after graduation, watching little kids have fun and making sure they don't drown. Bucky let out another sigh as he leaned back in his perch and scanned the pool for some more problem children.

It wasn't so bad, Bucky thought to himself as he thought of some of the positives. At least he was able to work on his tan while he worked. Bucky chuckled to himself, by the end of the summer he was going to look like a golden god. Yeah, that was one of the few upsides of spending all day at the pool.

"Hurry up Ash, were going to miss the good spots," Bucky heard someone call out over the new wave of people entering the public swim area. The voice caught Bucky's attention as he looked over to see two figures heading over to grab some chairs to lay out for themselves. Bucky perked up as he watched both of the newcomers grab chairs and clam spots for themselves near the pool. Pulling down his sunglasses, Bucky watched a little more closely at the new faces, as one of them grabbed a chair and tried to unfold it. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat as he watched that pale but somewhat beautiful body trying to work the chair. She looked so... amazing, Bucky watched both girls set up their sun-bathing spots when he noticed something, the cute one wasn't wearing a top! How scandalous!

It wasn't until Bucky noticed the under dressed person spin around that he nearly gasped. Not only wasn't a she, but Bucky knew the person! It was Ashely... the new transfer student this year. Bucky never really paid much attention to him, since he was a senor and Ashely was just a sophomore. Yet looking at the nearly naked body... holy shit! Bucky didn't know how hot and cute Ashely looked without his shirt on.

Bucky did his best not to lean out of his lifeguard chair as he kept eyeing Ashely who was still trying to get his pool chair set up right. Just as Ashley bent over to unfold the chair, Bucky could see just enough skin from the top of his swim trunks, he had to cover his lap from the boner he got.

"Fuck me," Bucky mumbled. Why was he so attractive? If he knew that he was this cute...

Bucky shook his head of the thought. This wasn't the time. Bucky tried to look away but found that his sight kept trailing back toward the pale yet glistening skin of Ashely. He lay there in the sun soaking up the rays like everyone else around him. Oh, shit. Bucky felt himself growing in his own swim trunks.

"Hey Bucky, time to swap," One of Bucky's coworkers called out from below.

Bucky nearly fell out of the chair at the sudden announcement. He quickly composed himself. Right, he was working. He had to stay focused. "Right," Bucky said as he calmed his nerves and the lump in his trunks. Once calmed down, Bucky climbed out of the chair. Getting down, Bucky headed off from the pool as his shift ended and he could head home now. Yet, as he went to collect his pay check, he couldn't get that image out of his mind.

As Bucky headed toward his car to head home, he couldn't help but wonder to himself, why he couldn't stop thinking about Ashely.

It had been almost a week since Bucky first spotted Ashely. Bucky never expected to see Ashely again after that one time. However, it was like a ritual. Every day around the same time Ashely showed up. Ashely grabbed a chair and laid out next to the other person with him. It seemed that both Ashely and the girl planned to spend most of their summer break here at the pool. Lucky him!

Today, Bucky did his best not to react to Ashely's presences, as he continued to eye him through his sunglasses. To Bucky's joy he noticed the bottle of sun lotion that Ashely handed to the girl he was with. Ashely quickly laid down and let the girl start to rub the sun block on his skin. Bucky held back a moan as he watched that slippery substance get rubbed up and down Ashely's body. Bucky loved that she was being very thorough with Ashely's back. He eyed her as she kneaded the protective paste into Ashely's skin until it glistened with the sunlight. Oh damn....

"Time to swap," Called out one of Bucky's lifeguard coworkers from below him.

"Damn it, just when it was getting good." Bucky nearly moaned as he continued to watch Ashely lay there on his stomach and get his back oiled up. Taking one last look at the amazing image, Bucky closed his eyes and started to climb down the tower he was in.

Once down on the ground, he meet his replacement, Mike. "Checking out the hot girls," Mike asked in a sly voice as he did a quick glance down at Bucky's shrinking tent.

"W-what?.... girls," Bucky repeated not fully understanding what Mike was asking.

He just laughed and patted his shoulder, "Hey, I get it. I was your age once too. Just make sure the boss doesn't catch you, got it?"

"Y-yeah," Bucky stuttered.

Mike laughed again, "She must be something," He chuckled as he nudged at Bucky.

"Yeah, she.... She is," Bucky told him before he walked away trying to banish the thought of Ashely getting his back and front oiled up for his tanning for the day. Damn, he was so fucking cute.

It had been a few weeks and Bucky found out that he was mentally keeping track of the exact time that Ashely would show up. It was shameful to say that he always looked forward to those fifteen minutes near the end of his shift that he was finally able to see Ashely coming in for his sunbathing. As much as Bucky didn't want to admit it, he felt like a creep counting down the minutes till Ashely appeared. Yet the moment that smiling face appeared. It was like an angle that descended from haven just for Bucky's sake. Like usual, Bucky would peer through his shaded glasses and watch Ashely through the crowd of people. He couldn't help himself, it was like a drug he was hooked on. He had to get his dose of Ashely for the day. He only had about 10 more minute before his shift was over, so he needed to get as much Ash time as he could. As he watched Ashely, he couldn't help but admire how well his tan was coming in. It had only been a couple of weeks, and he was getting a nice hue thanks to his time at the pool. Bucky let his eyes stay on Ash as he gazed at that perfect form. Jeez, why did he look so ... hot. Bucky didn't understand how he could be so turned on at just the sight. Sure, he never had a girlfriend, but he jerked off enough to porn to know he liked women. So why was it that the very sight of Ashely got him so turned on? It wasn't like Bucky was turned on by guys, just Ashely.

Before Bucky could further contemplate his feelings for someone he never even talked to, his shift was over. Another lifeguard was ready to swap. A little annoyed that he wouldn't be able to admire Ashely anymore, Bucky climbed down from his tower. He made sure to keep any signs of arousal hidden this time. Bucky headed toward the main office to collect his things before heading home for the day. As Bucky grabbed his bag and started to head out, Bucky's boss stopped him.

"Bucky," He called out causing him to freeze in the middle of the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favor," his boss asked.

"Sure I guess, what's up?"

His boss walked over to Bucky and handed him a key, "Some kid forgot his locker combination. You mind unlocking it for him, so he can grab his stuff?"

Bucky wanted to tell his boss he was off the clock and was technically the boss's job to unlock the lockers. However, Bucky nodded. He figured a little favor like this would put in a good word when he used his boss as a reference. "Yeah sure," Bucky agreed.

"Thanks," his boss said as he headed off to do something else. "Just drop them on my desk when you're done."

Bucky again nodded but his boss was already gone. With the key in hand, Bucky headed toward the changing room where everyone left most of their valuables that they didn't want to leave out at the pool. Usually it's stuff like wallets or clothes they didn't want to get wet. Being a public pool, it was required to have locks were the users would put in their own lock combination for their usage. Sometimes people forget their combinations and needed a master key to unlock their things. Bucky saw a kid about 8 or so just standing there waiting for help.

"Are you the one that forgot his combination?" The kid nodded trying not to look so embarrassed about forgetting the simple 4-digit combination he had to make up. "Alright, show me which locker is your," Bucky said as he followed the little kid into the locker room. Bucky passed a couple of rows of lockers before following the kid to his locker.

"This one," The kid pointed to. Bucky inserted the key into the master lock and unlocked the kid's locker. The kid quickly grabbed his clothes and headed to a stall to change out of his swim clothes.

Bucky just rolled his eyes, "No need to thank me." Bucky removed the master key and started to head toward the exit. Just as he was about to leave a thought entered his mind. He had the master key to unlock ANY of these lockers...

No, he couldn't...

He shouldn't...

Bucky looked around. It was dead in here except for the kid changing, and he was behind a closed door. No one would know. Bucky mulled over the idea of trying to find a very particular locker that was being used right now. There had to be over 100 lockers in here. Did Bucky have the time to search them all? If he got caught, Bucky could lose his job. Was it worth it?

"Fuck it," Bucky mumbled. He would never get another chance like this. Bucky quickly looked at a wall of lockers. Most of them remained open unused. There were only 5 locked ones in the row. Deciding to start there first, Bucky quickly headed to the first one and unlocked the locker. Bucky felt his heart pounding from fear but also excitement as he swung open the locker. That feeling quickly turned to disappointment as he found that the first locker belonged to someone else. Bucky quickly closed it and headed to the next one. He opened it and found that it was the wrong locker. Damn, this was stupid. There was no way he could check all these lockers without his boss or someone catching him. Bucky went through about 8 lockers before he felt really stupid and kind of gross going through other people's belongings. It wasn't until the kid was done changing and was leaving that Bucky decided to stop. He had to drop off the keys or his boss would be suspicious.

"Stupid," Bucky mumbled again to himself as he walked toward the exit. Just as he was heading out he caught a very faint odor...

Bucky paused and sniffed again. What was that? It smelled good. It wasn't like any cologne he ever smelled before, it almost smelled feminine. Bucky sniffed again and moved closer to the smell. He found the scent was emanating from one locker that was closed in between a few open unused lockers. It had to be coming from there. Bucky walked up the locker. "Last one," He told himself. Bucky inserted the key and unlocked the locker. Just as the door opened, a strong whiff of the unique smell rushed his face. That smell was definitely coming from this locker. Bucky quickly looked at the simple clothes that were stashed there alone with some shoes and socks. Bucky also so a wallet. Grabbing the wallet just to confirm his suspicions of who's these belonged to, Bucky opened the wallet and grinned at his findings. There in the wallet was a student ID of Ashely.

"Jackpot," Bucky said with a grin. Bucky didn't know what he was doing at this point as he moved closer to the locker and took Ash's shirt. He took a deep whiff of the smell. Bucky never thought about what Ashely would smell like, but this.... This was truly divine. The smell was so intoxicating that Bucky couldn't stop himself from taking another inhale. "One more," Bucky told himself as he sniffed again already memorizing the unique scent that covered the clothing. Bucky could feel how incredibly hard he was right now. Not wanting to waste any more time, Bucky quickly closed the locker and headed toward an unoccupied stall. Shutting the door, Bucky already yanked his pants down as he stood over the toilet and started to rub one out. He kept the shirt close to his face as he used that unique scent to swarm his sense of smell. Bucky closed his eyes and used all the images of Ashely laying out tanning as material for his lustful thoughts. Bucky barely got a few pumps before his penis spasmed and felt the blissful feeling of release, as his seed splashed into the toilet. Bucky let his hips shake from the amazing orgasm he just experienced while he still had his face buried deep in Ashely's shirt. It took Bucky a few moments to regain his composer. Doing his best to not freak out at what he just did, Bucky quickly cleaned his mess up.

Bucky quickly flushed the toilet and then went to Ashely's locker. He reopened it and put the shirt back exactly how it was and closed the locker. Bucky quickly left the locker room and headed toward the main office to drop off the master key. Bucky did his best not to look like he just broke into someone's locker, grabbed an article of clothing and just masturbated while snorting up the aroma that still clung to it. As he passed a few coworkers, who didn't even react to him, his confidence grew at the idea of him getting away with it. By the time he was in the main office dropping off the keys, he knew he got away with-

"You're still here," Bucky's boss asked confused while standing behind him. "It shouldn't have taken that long?"

Bucky froze as he realized he must have been gone longer than he thought. This was bad. "I...I um," Bucky said trying to think of something to say. He turned around and did his best not to act like he just got caught doing something he seriously shouldn't have done.

"Yeah," His boss asked waiting for a response.

Bucky said the first thing that came to his mind, "I had to take a shit."

Any suspicious that his boss had on his face disappeared instantly at that comment, "That's all you had to say. You don't have to act like you broke the law over using the bathroom. Thanks for that little favor, I'll see you tomorrow." Bucky's boss headed to his desk and took the master key and put it away.

Bucky felt a wave of relief rush over him as he headed out of the office. It felt amazing getting away scot-free. The rest of Bucky's day was like any other day for him, but when it was time for bed, Bucky couldn't help but recall that smell from this afternoon. Oh, it was great! However just imagining it wasn't enough, he needed more. Bucky needed his fix...

"Some kid forgot his locker combination," Bucky told his boss.

"Kids," His boss laughed. Bucky's boss grabbed the master key and started to get up.

Bucky quickly added, "I can take care of it boss."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Bucky said acting like it was nothing. "You got your hands full. No need to stop for something so simple. I'll be back in like 10 seconds," Bucky added.

"Thanks," Bucky's boss said handing the key to him.

"No problem," Bucky told him trying to hold back his excitement. Bucky headed toward the lockers where he planned to unleash his master plan. There was no kid that forgot his locker combination. Bucky had to get his hands on more of that smell. It had been a few days since he jerked off to Ashely's scent, and now the odor he recalled nearly vanished from Bucky's memory. He was like a druggy that needed his next hit. Bucky quickly entered the locker room and felt a wave of relief to see no one was in here. Thank goodness, that was the only thing that would pose a problem. Bucky quickly headed toward the locker he remember Ashely using, to his joy it was still the same one. Bucky quickly opened the locker and got that luscious smell to hit him. Bucky would have loved to bath in that smell, but he had to work quickly. Can't get caught just because he was enjoying himself so much. Bucky quickly grabbed both of the socks. Testing the smell of it, Bucky nearly came from the strong odor of not just Ashely but a hint of his sweat. "Fuck..." Bucky moaned. He quickly stashed the article of clothing and replaced them with a new pair that Bucky bought. Bucky quickly closed the locker and headed back to the office to drop off the keys. Bucky nearly ran to his car as he rushed home. Once he got home he ran to his room to enjoy his treasure.

Bucky quickly took both pairs of socks out of bag and enjoyed the smell of both of them. It didn't take long for Bucky to get hard from the scent. He quickly took one of the socks and brought it down to his member. Wrapping up his junk in the sock, he could feel the fabric touching his sensitive areas. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Bucky thought he could feel some damp moister that might have been sweat still clinging to the inside of the sock. While using one sock for his cock, he used the other as an inhaler for that erotic aroma. Breathing deep, and yanking on his member, Bucky didn't even last as long as last time. He felt himself ejaculate into the sock around his member, spilling his goo into the fabric like material incasing him.

It took Bucky a few moments to realize what he just did. It wasn't until now that he fully understood his actions. He stole clothes from someone just to masturbate to. This was a criminal offense that could lead to jail! Bucky felt panic rush through him as he now only thinking of the consequences of his actions.

Of course, that's if they caught him...

Bucky calmed down at that thought. Yeah, they would have to catch him. Bucky relaxed as he inhaled to calm down. His nose was still buried deep in the sock as he did so. The smell was so relaxing and soothing for Bucky that his mind just drifted away from any fear of danger or regret. This was true bliss for him.

"Last time," Bucky told himself standing in front of Ashely's locker. Bucky learned that Ashely's scent didn't last long on his clothing, so he was forced to replace Ashely's socks about once a week in order to keep Ashely's smell fresh. However, Bucky quickly learned that this couldn't last. Soon summer would end, and Ashley would stop coming to the pool. Bucky's heart dropped at the thought of no longer seeing Ashely, and his steady supply of Ashely scented socks too. This was a nightmare that Bucky wanted to wake up from. Yet, he couldn't, this was reality. There was no way around it. All he could do was keep a stash of freshly worn socks and pray that he could either get over it or wane out his need for them over the course of time. Bucky inserted the master key like the many times before to unlock the locker. Bucky did a quick take to make sure no one was present. As soon as the coast was clear, Bucky opened the door to go for his treasure. Bucky swung the door open and froze. The locker was empty. There wasn't an article of clothing in the locked locker. Bucky was too confused to understand as he continued to stare at the empty locker, hoping that it was just a trick his eyes were playing on him.

"Looking for something," a voice called out from behind Bucky.

Bucky quickly spun around to see Ashely just standing there holding a pool bag with his clothes in it, and a pair of socks in the other hand. There was a stern look on his face that told Bucky that he was caught red handed. What now?

"W-wh-what are you doing here," Bucky asked and quickly added, "This isn't what it looks like." Bucky did his best not to look like a criminal caught in the act of a crime.

"Really now? It isn't someone breaking into my locker to steal my socks," Ashely asked wiggling the socks in his hand to emphasis he knew exactly what Bucky was going for.

"I- uh, well..." Bucky started but couldn't finish. He was at a loss for words. There was nothing he could say that would change the fact that Ashely caught him.

Ashely started to walk closer. "I was wonder where my socks were going. Just to let you know my feet size isn't a 9. Kind of hard to miss the fact that my socks grew a few sizes too big." Bucky could only gulp at how Ashely found out. He could have sworn he grabbed the right size but apparently, he was wrong. "When I found out that someone was stealing my clothes, I thought it was some kind of random pervert. Then it turns out it was you," Ashely moved closer backing Bucky into the lockers behind him.

A thousand thoughts ran through Bucky's mind right now. There were a few that stood out. He could try and play it off like it was some kind of joke. He could threaten Ashely, swear he will beat him to a pulp if he said anything. Or he could do something else, "Y-y-you can't tell," Bucky pleaded. "Please, my life will be over if anyone found out. I swear I will NEVER do this again. I'm begging you," Bucky said falling to his knees. Ashely stood over Bucky as he kneeled in front of him. Ashely didn't say anything as he watched Bucky begging for his silence.

Finally, after a few moments of pure agony for Bucky, Ashley spoke. "I guess if you replaced my socks, I can forgive you."

Bucky instantly felt his heart jump for joy. "Really? Oh thank you, I swear I'll buy you as many socks as you need, no as many as you want," Bucky said not really understanding what he was saying. He was just too glad that Ashely wasn't going to tell on him and ruin his life forever.

"There's no need to buy me any," Ashley told him.

Bucky frowned at his words. "Do, do you mean you want me to make them?"

Ashley laughed, "No, I was thinking something different. Something more fitting for someone like you."

Bucky wasn't following. How else was he going to replace Ashely's socks if he wasn't going to buy them or hand make them. "I don't under-"

Those were the last words that he made before he suddenly felt his body falling. Bucky felt himself tumbling thought the air a few times before colliding with the cold floor of the locker room. Bucky couldn't move, he was frozen still from the shock of what just happened. Bucky was looking up toward the ceiling as he lay on his back on the cold hard tiled ground. Why was he on his back? Did he slip? Before Bucky could even move or think about his situation an enormous face came into view. The face belonged to Ashley.

Bucky looked up at Ashely's smirking face as he towered above him. Bucky was still confused as to what just happened. He watched as Ashely reached out with his hand toward Bucky to help him up off the floor. Bucky was grateful that Ashely was going to help him up, he went to move his arm toward Ashely... his arm didn't move. Bucky felt a wave of horror wash over him thinking he was paralyzed due to his falling down. He was in such as shock that he didn't recognize Ashely's hand grew much larger as it approached him until it enveloped his entire body. Ashely picked up Bucky with such ease that Bucky knew there was something wrong with him. It wasn't until Ashely set down his pool bag and used both his hand to hold Bucky in front of Ashley now giant face, that Bucky knew that he wasn't the same as before. His size was drastically different from just a few seconds ago. He hung there between Ashely's hands powerless as the Giant seemed to inspect him.

"Looks like you'll fit," Ashley said out loud.

Bucky tried to speak but found he couldn't say any words. Fit? Wait why can't I talk?

Ashley didn't comment as he brought Bucky toward his pool bag and stuffed him inside. Bucky was still to baffled at what was going on that he just let it all happen. He was set down on top of Ashley's shirt that was folded in the bag. Suddenly everything was picked up and started to move. Bucky was at a loss as to was happening until he heard the sound of metal closing signaling the slamming of a locker. He was now stuck inside Ashley's pool bag locked up in a locker. This finally snapped Bucky out of his bewildered state.

Hey! What's going on?! HELP! Bucky shouted, or tried to shout only to find that his voice didn't sound right or to be more precise, wasn't making any noise. Bucky heard the sound of bare footsteps slapping against the tiled floors of the locker room as they headed away from him. A-Ash, what's going on?! PLEASE!

Bucky got no response as he was left there wondering what was going on, and what was going to happen to him now...

Bucky was left in darkness as he listen to countless people enter the locker room and leave without hearing a single word he cried out. The slamming of locker doors rung out and the sounds of people talking or their feet stomping on the ground filled the air, but not a single syllable that Bucky tried to get out was even heard. How was this possible? Not only was Bucky unable to talk he wasn't even able to move. He was stuck, no matter how much force he applied to his body, it didn't listen to him. What did Ashely do to him!?

It's ok, Bucky told himself. Someone was looking for him... right? As Bucky thought about it, the more he realized how stupid that was. Everyone at work thought he went home, his parents wouldn't be back till tonight, and even if they found he was missing who would look inside a locker for him? It didn't matter if everyone knew he was gone, they would never find him.

It had to be over an hour since Bucky was stuck in Ashley's locker before he heard a pair of familiar footsteps heading toward him. Unlike most of the set of thumping feet or rapid steps belong to a child, these were much lighter and paced out than the usual. Bucky's suspicions were answered when he heard the heavy metal door swing open and felt the large bag he was in move. Bucky felt himself getting yanked along with the rest of the bag as he was jerked out of the locker he was sealed away in. It wasn't long before the movement stopped, and he was set down with everything else. Soon an enormous hand reached in and grabbed the shirt underneath Bucky. As the shirt was pulled out, Bucky felt himself tumble down and onto another set of clothing. It was only a few more moments until the giant hand returned searching for something else. Bucky watched as the hand grabbed the wallet near him and retracted it. Then it came back again and started to remove each item in the bag except for him. It wasn't long until there were only two things left in the bag, Bucky and a sock. Bucky watched as the enormous hand came back and grabbed the sock and retracted it from the pool bag and disappear from sight. Bucky did the only thing he could do, he laid there waiting for Ashley to pick him up. Bucky didn't have to wait long as soon Ashely's hand returned and reached in toward him. Ashely's enormous hand touched Bucky and wrapped around him as it extracted him from the bag. Bucky was pulled out of his prison as he finally could see the outside world again. He was in the locker room and saw a few other people around him changing in and out of their clothes. In front of Bucky was Ashley who looked dressed up to leave the pool. Bucky thought of shouting out for help but figured it wouldn't' help.

Bucky thought Ashley would say something to him, but he wasted no time as he started to maneuver Bucky toward somewhere. It wasn't until he started to move that he found out where he was heading. Bucky watched as he rushed down past the bench that Ashely was sitting on and toward the floor where his feet were at. Bucky saw that one of Ashely's feet was already covered by a shoe, and the other was bare. It was at this point that he saw that he was rushing toward the bare foot that everything finally clicked. He was a sock...

Bucky would have let out a scream from the horrible revelation if it wasn't for the fact that his face was already rushing toward Ashely's foot. Bucky found that his mouth was the opening of the sock when he was suddenly slipped on and pulled up Ashley's foot until he snuggly fit on him. Bucky was instantly assaulted by the taste of Ashley's foot that filled every crevices of his mouth. It was like someone shoved their foot in his open mouth and left it there as he could do nothing but taste the lingering flavor of Ashely's skin. There was a slight bitter taste to it and he swore there was a slight hint of chlorine from what he could only assume was from steeping in pool water. Bucky could not only taste the foreign object but felt and smelt everything. The feeling of Ashley's warm sole connecting with Bucky was already starting to warm up Bucky from his body heat. The warming skin in his mouth wasn't the only thing that Bucky noticed. He also felt his mouth and jaw stretching to embrace the large object. Bucky thought he could feel Ashely's little toes tickling the back of his throat as he wiggled them as he got himself comfortable wearing his new sock. Bucky was trying to accept his new reality but found that Ashley wasn't going to give him a chance to get accustomed to his new form. Bucky saw Ashely's shoe zooming in from behind him. There wasn't much time for Bucky to prepare himself as Ashley stuck his foot into the shoe and slipped both his foot and Bucky into the used sneaker.

Bucky let out a gurgling sound around the fleshy appendage in his mouth as he felt the backing of his new form roughly scrap along the inside of the shoe. Ashley easily slipped his foot into his sneaker, but Bucky could feel his new cotton body rub up against the inside of the sneaker, dragging particles off his body as he was forced deeper into the shoe. Bucky tried to protest or something, but his full mouth prevented him from talking, which he was sure no one would of heard anyway. It took Ashely a few moments to simply put the last shoe on, but for Bucky it felt so much longer. Bucky could feel the shoe pressing down on him while Ashley's foot expanded his insides. He was literally pinned between two massive forces. One was trying to stretch him open while the other prevented any kind of movement. Just as Bucky was getting used to the tight confines he was doomed to experience, he heard a noise from outside the shoe. Suddenly the ceiling above him pinched down even further. Bucky's mouth was sealed even tighter around Ashely's foot as he tied his shoe.

Bucky wasn't claustrophobic, but now he wasn't so sure about that. This was insanely too small of a space for Bucky. All Bucky could do was wait for Ashely to remove him, which didn't seem to be anytime soon. Bucky tried to remain calm as he breathed or attempted to breath on the large foot in his mouth. Gagging and huffing around the object, Bucky found that he somehow was able to do so, or maybe he didn't need to breath. Bucky wasn't sure.

"Time to go," Ashely said out loud.

Go?

Bucky wasn't prepared for what happened next. As soon as Ashely started to walk, Bucky felt the pressure on his bottom jaw ease up as Ashely's foot stop stepping on him. However as soon as Ashely stepped down, the pressure resumed, and it was much worse. Ashely's foot pressed down on what should have been his tongue and lower jaw. Bucky felt the sole of Ashely's foot press down with more pressure until it was unbearable. Ashely's kept applying more and more pressure until Bucky thought the bottom of his mouth was being melded into the lining of the shoe he was stuck in. Finally, after the longest moment in Bucky's life, the pressure eased up off him.

Bucky couldn't breathe until he felt the ground disappear allowing him to chock around the foot in his mouth. That was until he was being crushed beneath Ashely's foot all over again. Each step that Ashely took caused Bucky to gag and huff around the intrusive object that filled him up. Bucky only endured a handful of steps before Ashely stopped moving and stood still.

"Hey, Ash you ready to go," Bucky heard a female voice ask.

Bucky tried to recognize the voice, but he couldn't remember where he heard it from before.

"Yeah, let's get some juice before we go. I'm thirsty. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk all the way back without a drink. Those couple of miles always get to me," Ashely spoke to whoever it was.

The other person scoffed, "It's not that far."

"Yeah, but my feet always get so sweaty," Ashely complained.

It was like Bucky was drowning. Ashely wasn't lying when he said that his feet got sweaty, in fact it might have been an understatement as Bucky felt Ashely take another step. Bucky felt his damp skin oozing out the watery substance excreting from the enormous foot he was covering. It got worse when Ashely pressed his foot down and into the sole of the shoe. The material underneath Bucky was mashed against him as he felt the old sweat that seeped out of the foam like padding to only mix together with the new sweat coming off Ashely. He convulsed as the old sweat tasted nastier than the salty fresh moisture that was being filtered through him. It wasn't until Ashley lifted his foot did Bucky feel himself hack up the excessive moister in his threads, only to have himself pressed back down a few seconds later again.

Bucky felt more like a sponge then a sock, as he drank and swallowed any moister that he touched. Either it was the very old stale sweat or freshly made, burning hot, perspiration dripping off of Ashely's skin. Bucky still didn't know which he preferred, it was hard to pick one as he was too busy trying not to pass out from this traumatizing experience. He lost track of how many steps Ashely had taken and couldn't tell what was going on outside of his hellish prison. His senses were overwhelmed and didn't allow him time to think.

After an unknow amount of time Bucky felt Ashely standing still. Bucky didn't think much about this, maybe it was break, or Ashely was talking to someone. It didn't matter, Bucky could feel the entirety of Ashely's weigh baring down on him, pushing him further into the soaking wet soles of the used tennis shoe. Bucky felt himself suffocating around the sweaty foot in his mouth, the pressure pushing down on him, and the invading liquid that seeped through him. The longer Ashely stood there the more and more Bucky realized that he still needed breath or some source of air. It wasn't until he swore he was going to die that Ashely started to walk, giving him a chance to breath in the rank air that filled the shoe. Between the few steps that Ashley took, Bucky used this time to contemplate why he needed to breath if he was a sock.

Finally, Bucky felt the pressure around him loosen and then the shoe fabric rubbing against him gave him some room as he felt the tennis shoe slip off his skin and expose him to the open air of fresh breathable oxygen. Bucky coughed and wheezed around Ashely's stinky and sweaty foot as he saw him just casually sitting down removing his shoes. Bucky must be in Ashely's room as he noticed it seemed to suit him with how it was designed.

As soon as both shoes were off, Bucky watched as Ashely simply reached for him. Ashely's large hand gripped Bucky's lips, as he pried him off his ankle. Bucky could still feel his mouth being pulled apart as he felt Ashely peel him off his damp foot. The enormous dripping wet foot slowly immerged out of Bucky's gapping mouth until it was entirely gone.

"It just had to be in the 90's today," Ashely remarked as he proceeded to hold Bucky in his hands. Before Bucky could comment, Ashely brought Bucky back toward his wet foot. It wasn't until Bucky felt himself being pressed into the bottom of Ashely's foot, that he realized he wasn't done. Ashley started to rub Bucky up against his foot and wipe him up and down his damp skin to absorb as much excessive sweat that he could. Bucky felt the droplets of liquid cling to his skin as he absorbed as much as he could until Ashely was satisfied. "Time to take a shower," Ashely said as he headed toward the door. Just as Ashely was about to leave he quickly bawled up Bucky with the other sock haphazardly drop him. Bucky tumbled through the air until he landed on the floor, unmoving. Bucky couldn't do anything but stew in the now reeking sweat of not just himself, but the other sock that clung to him as he laid there in a balled-up sock.

It had been two, maybe even three days, since Bucky was left on the floor like any other pair socks that were strewn about the floor since then. Ashely never even spoke to Bucky when he came back from his shower that day. He just simply tossed his used clothes near Bucky and went about his normal life, leaving him to feel the dampness starting to dry up. Bucky could feel the air cooling down the water allowing the salts and grim to start to harden and form crusty crystals inside him. Bucky felt his once soft fibers starting to stiffen from the perspiration now drying. It was like he was covered in mud that was now hardening into dirt, stiffening his movements... if he had any that was.

Bucky tried to get Ashely's attention, but he didn't response or even react to his cries for help. So, Bucky lay there, day after day watching as underwear, socks, shirts, and other articles of clothing piled up near him. Sometimes the stench of used clothing and sweat would assault Bucky's senses, other times that alluring smell of Ashely would sneak its way through the horrible scent giving Bucky some kind of pleasure in this horrible time. Although, the smell was rare, it was the only pleasant thing that Bucky found from his experience of laying on the ground as just another pair of socks waiting for what Bucky could only hope was to be washed, whenever that would be...

Bucky heard the sounds of thumping before his entire world was yanked open and the familiar face of Ashely peered into the dresser draw that held him captive. Bucky watched as Ashely reached in not even caring what pair of socks he grabbed. It happened to be Bucky's turn, as he was selected and yanked out of the dresser and tossed onto Ashely's bed. Ashely closed the dresser draw and opened another and again grabbed something quickly. It happened to be one of his shirts. Bucky watched as the Giant quickly put the shirt on and headed to the bed, where he sat down and grabbed Bucky harshly as he quickly unfolded the pair of socks. Bucky was separated from his twin sock as Ashely hastily put Bucky and the other sock on his feet. Soon the familiar sneaker showed up and covered Bucky in that all too familiar world of darkness and strong smell of used shoe. Soon the familiar pressure of Ashely walking assaulted Bucky as Ashely went about his day as usual.

As Bucky got in tune with Ashely's daily steps, he couldn't help but wonder what day it was. Heck he barely remembered how many months it had been since he was first transformed and used as any other article of clothing would be used. All Bucky knew was that every once in a while he would worn for a while, taken off and left wherever he was tossed to. Sometimes he would be worn until he was soaked in sweat and shoe lint, other times he would be worn for a few hours or less only to be discarded into a pile of dirty laundry. Eventually he would get swept up with the rest of the clothing and dumped into the washer to get cleaned up and be used later.

The day went on as any usual day that Ashely wore him. It was probably a school day for Ashely. Bucky could tell because there were a lot of times when Bucky wouldn't be moving at all then there would be a moment of walking for a couple of minutes then none at all for a while again. Also, Bucky could make out other people talking, mostly of an older male or female talking constantly. It had to be the teacher of a class. It didn't mater to Bucky, he learned long ago no mater how much he pleaded for help or tried to talk, he couldn't get anyone's attention. He just accepted his new life attached to Ashely's foot.

After a while Ashely was walking further and longer than before. Bucky figured school was over due to how much walking that Ashely was doing right now and how long it had been since the last time Ashely sat down. It wasn't long before the sound of a door opening and closing, that signaled that he and Ashley made it back home.

Suddenly the familiar feeling of Ashely taking off his shoes hit Bucky. He was delighted with the fresh air that greeted him when the enormous prison came off of him. Bucky watched as Ashely tossed the shoes aside but decided to keep his socks on. Bucky soon felt himself collided with the flooring of the house as Ashely casually went over to the couch and sat down. He proceeded to kick up his feet, so they were up on the coffee table that was in the middle of living room. Bucky felt himself fly though the air only to land on the hard surface with a good thud. He got a good view of Ashley just relaxing on the sofa and turning the TV on. Ashely barely had a few seconds of relaxation before the doorbell rang.

The look of annoyance came across his face as he closed his eyes as he shouted, "Coming." Ashley proceeded to get up off the comfy coach and head toward the door. Bucky felt every step toward the front door that Ashely took. Once they reached the door, Bucky heard the door open and looked up to see 3 older looking adults standing on the other side of it.

"Hello," One of them said cheerfully. "Would your parents happen to be home?"

"Not right now, they'll be back in a few minutes," Ashely told the group. Ashely started to close the door when the other man from the group started to say something.

"Maybe you would be interested instead?"

Ashely frowned at the question, "Interested? What are you talking about?"

This seemed to get a delighted reaction from all three of them. "You seem like someone who would be interested in hearing the word of our lord."

Ashely just let out a tired sigh at those words. "Look, I just got home from school, and I got a lot to do before tomorrow. Maybe you can come back another-"

"Oh, but it'll just take a moment of your time. The lord would want you to hear his word. It may not seem like it, but you could just spare a few minutes to hear the good word, it could very well change you."

Ashely didn't seem so sure. Before Ashely could reply to this remark, the three people still standing in front of the door started to speak their words. Each one of them talked in perfect timing picking up where one would leave off and keep going in an almost too fast of a pace. They were trying to project as much as they could before the door was shut on them. Ashely stood there for a split second before he finally said, "Why don't you all come inside. I'm sure my parents would love to hear the rest of this."

This seemed to cut off their rehearsed speech for a moment. "Come inside?"

"Yeah, or at least get some water. I'm sure you all have been outside all day, right?"

They all looked a little confused but finally relief was on their face.

"I knew that our great lord would shine through you," one of them remarked as they entered the house.

"Of course," Ashely said with a hint of cheerfulness in his voice. He closed the door as the three strangers entered the house. "I couldn't let you annoying insect stay outside all day, now could I?"

Before any of the three new comers could react, they vanished. Bucky wasn't sure what to expect as he noticed that there once were three towering figures in the room and suddenly they were gone. What happened to them?

"I mean, you just had to bug me didn't you? You couldn't just leave me well enough alone." Ashley just shrugged with an, oh well expression. "My mom hates pest in the house, better take care of it."

Bucky wasn't sure what Ashely was saying until he felt himself being raised off the floor. It wasn't until he spotted 3 tiny looking black dots running around in circles did Bucky realize what happened. Where the three people used to stand were 3 little bugs. It wasn't until now that Bucky was able to make out faint voices coming from them. They were all panicked and screaming for help. They didn't know what was happening, kind of like how Bucky was when he first experienced his transformation. Bucky could only watch as Ashely slowly moved his foot and Bucky along with it to hover over top the three very frightened and confused bugs. Bucky saw the look on Ashely's face as he proceeded to slowly descend his foot downward toward the three very mortified creatures. None of them moved as Bucky felt the heel of Ashely's foot press him down into the floor and slowly tilt the rest of his foot down toward the floor to flatten whatever was beneath it. The almost ghostly screams could be heard by Bucky as they begged for Ashely to have mercy or for their God to save them.

"I am your God," Ashely with a very sadistic tone as he pressed down, capturing the three bugs underfoot.

Bucky could feel all three of the individuals pressed up against him and the enormous foot as he was the only thing separating them from Ashely's bare flesh. The wiggling of each of the insects trying to flee could be felt on Bucky's skin as they were stuck, pinned to him and the hard floor. Then Ashely started to add more weight. The muffled cries increased as Bucky could feel the immense pressure that Ashely was slowly applying to the insignificant creatures under him. Slowly the crying turned to wailing as the pain must have been unbearable for them. They kept begging and pleading only to get their response with a little more pressure added to them. Bucky could feel their movements starting to slow down to a stop due to the crushing pressure applied to them. It wouldn't be long before it would be too much for them.

One of them bugs was shouting more than the other as it begged and begged. "Please, PLEASE. I'll do anything, I'll even-"

Three pops were heard, and Bucky felt a warm liquid starting to seep through him. The bitter taste of what he could only assume were the remains of the three individuals started to fill his sense of taste. Ashely wasted no time in grinding his foot back and forth with Bucky attached, as he made sure to smear any remains of the three annoying things into Bucky's skin. The friction of Bucky on the floor caused him to start to heat up as it reduced everything to nothing more than a pulverized paste that Bucky collected with ease.

Bucky was too shocked at what happened to even comprehend what was happening. All he knew was one second, he was in the living room and the next he was in Ashely's room with the door was closed.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god," Ashely mumbled to himself.

Bucky thought that Ashely was regretting what he just did. That was why he ran to his room to hide from the shame of what just transpired. However, when Bucky saw Ashely's face, he instantly knew that it was the complete opposite. The look of pure joy and lust that filled his face told him that this was the true Ashely.

Ashely jumped up on his bed and quickly yanked off Bucky. Bucky was brought up to Ashely's pretty face as he examined Bucky.

"There they are," Ashely said staring at Bucky with wonder in his eyes. Bucky could only assume he was looking at the triple blood stains of his latest victims still etched into him. Ashely had a devilish smile on his face as he kept examining the crushed remains of the insects he just squished.

The sounds of Ashely unbuckling his belt from his pants could be heard as he quickly tried to take them off with one hand. Bucky wasn't sure what was going on until he heard the rustling behind him and the sound of skin rubbing on skin. Bucky could only imagine that Ashely was beating off to the thought of killing those three-innocent people, not even a minute ago. Ashely was jerking his member as he kept eyeing each individual spot that Bucky could still feel were slightly fresh and slowly drying in the open air. Finally, after a few minutes of examining, Ashely decided to take it up a notch. He brought Bucky toward his cock.

Bucky wasn't prepared for this. He watched as Ashely continued to pump his member with one hand and use his other hand to descend Bucky's mouth toward the penis. Ashely wasted no time as he pushed his still warm sock over his hot member. Ashely started to hump his hand with his sock covered dick as he edged himself toward release at the thought of what he did.

Bucky tasted the salty precum coming from the tip as it soaked into the threads of his fibers. He could smell the fresh odor of Ashely's member in him as he couldn't stop himself from being used like a cock sleeve. The heat coming off Ashely's cock was similar to when he was wrapped around his foot. The only difference was instead of staying attached and stretch across a large object, Bucky was now being wrapped around and rubbed up and down a large object. The penis inside him would jam and prob at random parts of Bucky's insides at an alarming rate. Bucky could feel Ashely's hand starting to squeeze around him harder as it tightened its grip on him and the monstrous penis he was covering right now. It only lasted a few moments but for Bucky it was longer. Ashely let out sounds that would oddly be arousing for Bucky... that was if he was normal and didn't just witness Ashely crush three people and start to jack off at the idea of it.

The sounds reached a crescendo when Ashely yanked down on Bucky with all his might, stretching out Bucky around the tip of his dick as it stabbed into the very back of Bucky's throat trying to pierce him. Suddenly a large searing heat blossomed at that point of contact. A large glob of liquid heat blasted out and into the air. It went up through Bucky and then came back down hitting parts of himself and parts of Ashely. Each spot the molten material landed on Bucky was immediately absorbed into Bucky so he could get a good taste of the steaming hot goo that soaked into his very being. The salty and bitter taste filled his sense of taste and the smell of fresh cum filled the air as another spurt launched through the air like a rocket. Again, it splatter all over the place, hitting Ashely and Bucky. It wasn't until the third and fourth blast that the amount and height of each squirt lessened and only guzzled out of the tip of Ashely's cock like a lazy avalanche. Bucky just absorbed as much as he could as the hot seed oozed over him and into his fibrous body. It wasn't until Ashely was done cumming did Bucky noticed that Ashely was passed out from his orgasmic release. Bucky could do nothing as he stayed attached to the now shrinking member of the sleeping Giant. Bucky just processed what he just experienced, as the smell of fresh cum and sex filled his mouth and senses. He was just used as a cum rag.

Bucky wished that Ashely would have kept him as a normal sock. Sadly, Ashley didn't. Ashely used Bucky for only two things now, an old work out sock or a cum rag. If Ashely wasn't sweating profusely into him, he was jacking his dick off inside him till he exploded his gooey baby batter into him. There were times that Ashely wouldn't wash Bucky for weeks and only let him be drenched in his semen until Ashely felt like it was good enough, which could be months. Those times Bucky felt his skin harden from the crusty stale cum stains that littered his body. Other times he was just used as a rag anyway. Wiping up messes like spilt soda or other messes. Time had not been pleasant to him. Over the past couple of years, Bucky has turned from a fresh snow-white color to an almost yellowish dirty brown sock from all the stuff he had to clean up and let stew inside him till he was finally washed. No amount of Clorox bleach would remove those stains. They were etched into him as well as his soul. There were now areas on him that were so worn down from constant use that he now had holes starting to appear or threads ripped and shredded. He was a very sad excuse of a sock.

Yet as pathetic of a sock he was, he finally made it to College... but not as he expected. Ashely decided to bring him along as his own personal rag or spill cleaner. The first few weeks in the dorm were bad as he was used to clean up A LOT of spills. But they seemed to get better at controlling their messes. However, there would be times that Ashley just couldn't help but jerk one out ever once in a while.

Like now...

Bucky was laying on the bed next to Ashely as he got hard looking at some porn or whatever. Bucky was used to this. He rarely say daylight anymore, only to get used like the sad excuse of a cum rag. Bucky was picked up and started to head toward Ashely's large member. Bucky was already wrapped around Ashely's member getting worked up and down. The familiar feeling of being heated by the friction warmed Bucky up as he felt parts of his body getting yanked off from the now increasing speed and roughness. The hole that littered his body were slowly being stretch wider and more open with each pump that Ashely did. Bucky could feel his damaged body slowly falling apart with each thrust. He couldn't help but hope that maybe this was it, this was the last time he was used before-

"Ohhhh," Ashely moaned as he gave a good thrust and filled Bucky with his gift of love. Ashely had to be saving up or something because this was an absurdly large load that blasted out of his cock and into Bucky. Bucky felt the large heap of slimy goo splatter him as he tried to soak it up. Bucky felt another lurching and jerking from Ashely's cock as it lobbed another hefty amount of semen into him covering ad splattering all over him. Bucky could already tell he wasn't doing a good job as it oozed out of him and landed on the bed that Ashley was laying on. After a few short moments Ashley caught his breath from his exciting escapade. When he finally was done recovering he sat up and looked down at Bucky and his bed. "Damn it," He said quickly trying to clean up the spilt seed that was slowly getting on his sheets. Bucky was used roughly, as he was rubbed into the sheets as Ashley was trying to soak up as much as he could. When Ashley was done trying to get the messed cleaned up he looked down at the bed and sighed, "Now I have to wash it. I just cleaned this too," He mumbled to himself as he stripped his bed and proceeded to clean up his mess. Bucky was left on the floor until Ashley returned. Ashely picked up the drenched and dripping Bucky who could tell that he was in even worse shape than he had ever been in before. Ashley shook his head at Bucky. "That's one sock down, I better get some new ones," Ashley commented to himself as he carried the used and torn up Bucky toward the trash. Bucky looked down at the trash can. He didn't know what he was feeling, relief? Fear? Joy? Bucky didn't know what this feeling was but finally, his torment was over.

Ashely released Bucky and let him fall through the air. Ashely already left Bucky's view before he even hit the bottom of the trash can with a wet splat. Bucky was just left there stewing away in the mess that Ashely cleaned up with him. This was it. Sweet relief after all these years. With it over Bucky just lay there for a little while before thinking, I'm free...

Bucky suddenly came to in the hand of Ashely standing in the mirror holding a sock in his hand. Bucky was shocked as he looked onto the enormous face that was staring back at him through the mirror. "One sock down," Ashely said smiling as he gave Bucky a nice good stretch. "6 to go. This time, though, I think I'll make you last a little longer. Try not to break on me so quickly."

Bucky had no words to say. His torment wasn't over. It was just beginning...