Step into my dms (Patreon)

Mate, why are you looking so un happy?

I really hate my life right now, I have so much bad luck and I hate being stuck at home so much.

It’s not soo bad, you could be me, on the front line of health care, working all day every day, only six hours between shifts. It’s a living nightmare.

I feel like my life is a living night mare too. Got my mrs pregnant, she lost the baby, dumped me and the same day I smashed up my car, and since I’m not working I can’t fix it. I’m really struggling if I’m honest. I’d do anything for a break.

Well, why don’t you step into my DMS

Mate, I’m not sure how reading your direct messages are going to help me.

Direct messages? What you in about, oh I get it... Sorry I’m a bit older than you, it’s an expression, step into my doc martins. It’s a shoe brand, step in my dms. It’s like if the shoe fits, wear it.

Oh silly me, but what would stepping into tryout doc martins do? Don’t think a worn pair of shoes is going to help either.

Mate, there’s a myth that if too people want to swap bodies with each other, that stepping into each other’s dms would make it happen. It’s kind of a weird obsession of mine. I read a lot of body swapping stories and if you really do want a break from being you, then I’m your man. You can be me if you’ll let me be you.

That’s just silly, how can wearing someone else’s second hand, manky, sweaty and smelly shoes make them swap bodies? I don’t own a pair of these dms, do you?

I’ve seen it done, there’s a bit of a weird ritual before it works, but if you want to try being me for a while, take a break then I don’t mind accepting the burden of being you. And no I don’t own a pair of dms, but it works in any shoes providing the ritual is carried out correctly and both people agree to the swap.

So what, I get your body, your life, your job and your memories and you get mine?

Yep a straight trade for a set period of time.

How long, and what’s this ritual?

Well how long is entirely up to you. A day, a week, a month or a year, once your fed up being me we can swap back. And the ritual, it’s a little gross but providing you do exactly what I do to you, to me then it will work.

What’s gross about it?

Well it’s foot worship, a bit of licking and sucking of feet and toes before we put in each other’s shoes and socks and trade bodies.

Foot worship, I don’t think so. You got a foot fettish ain’t ya, and you’ve seen my sneakers and want to worship my feet.

Mate, it’s not about that at all, it’s about you getting a break from being you.

You really are being genuine aren’t you?

Yep, I want to help you.

Ok well if we do it, let’s just do it for a week then make sure we can swap back and if we can and I like being you we can swap some more?

Oh you want to make this a regular thing?

Only If I like being you and if you need a break sometimes?

Sure. When do you want to do this?

No time like the present.

Cool. So the ritual.... you need to remove your socks and sneakers. Then I must lick your feet, both of your feet, without touching your feet with anything but my mouth and tongue. I must lick the tops and the soles, your ankle, the heal, the ball, I must lick between your toes and suck on each of your toes ensuring as much of my saliva covers your feet as is physically possible. Then you must do the same to me. Of course I’ll demonstrate.

I began at the heal of his right foot, licking all the way up to the tip of his big toe, I moved to the next toe licked downwards to his heal and repeated it many many times. I licked around his ankle, between his toes then sucked on his toes. I then repeated it on his other foot. He appeared to be enjoying it and willingly repeated the process on my feet.

So now our feet are prepared to receive each other’s socks and sneakers. What you need to do now is place your socks and sneakers onto my feet without allowing any part of your skin to touch me and the socks must not touch any part of me that hasn’t been licked by you. If we have been successful with the licking and you haven’t touched me then as your socks are planted on my feet then my feet will transform into yours. Of course I have to do the same to you. What size are your feet mate? A 7?

Well 7 and a half actually, so I always have to get an 8.

That’s great, mine are a 10 so you should see my feet shrinking and yours growing. Do it, put your socks on my feet.

He did exactly that, and I added mine to his feet. We both watched our feet. Mine were centeinly shrinking his beer most definitely growing. Suddenly it hit him like a rock.

I’m really gonna be you, I’m gonna be a doctor ain’t I?

You sure are man. All you gotta do now is add your sneakers to my new feet, this bit is a bit easier, now I’ve got your ankles and feet you can touch those bits with your hands. Again we added each other’s shoes to each other’s feet. And as soon as we had both done it our bodies began to swap places with each other. Soon I was him and he was me. I loved it, finally a break from the front line, and so much younger again. He loved it too, finally his life meant something and he wasn’t stuck at home. My new body was definitely an upgrade, but he didn’t seem to feel his new body to be a down grade.

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