“Time for another test boy” Professor Matthews says to you as he sits there in his boxers with his dick out. You sigh and resign yourself to the forthcoming transformation. You watch half helpless, half annoyed as he pulls out a weird device that looks like an oversized hairdryer. He connects it to a laptop near by and then aims it at you. There’s a slight whirr was it warms up then a flash. You feel the now familiar tingling sensation that follows as your body starts to bend and twist in strange and unnatural ways as your limbs shift and merge taking on a new form.  Given that Professor Matthews is basically naked you were expecting to be a piece of clothing for the day, maybe some shorts or something worse. The professor seems to have a penchant for turning you into humiliating items that are next to his ample cock. Instead of shrinking down and folding on yourself, you feel your legs and arms start to harden. You’re forced to your knees and onto all fours. But he grins as he places his large feet on your back and you begin feeling your arms and legs changing and shrinking. Your head merging up onto your torso as it flattens out you feel it spread out and start to soften into a pillowy cushion, as the rest of your extremities contract and harden into wood legs. He places his feet right on top of what use to be your face, right onto what is now a mixture of your nose and mouth “That’s a good boy, you make a great footstool.” He picks up a recorder nearby “Test subject Alpha, Log 8, Subject has responded well to the first few injections. The subject will be spending the new few days as a footstool. Post experiment interview to follow” He clicks the recorder off and rests his feet on you rubbing his soles deeply into you. You can taste and smell the rank sweatiness of his feet and feel the roughness of them on your new cushion face. You would gag or puke if you could but in your new form, as with the other before it you can do nothing but accept it. What makes it worse is that the Professor knows you are completely aware and can see, smell, taste and feel everything he does to you.

So how did you get here? You had always had an interest in nanotechnology, its part of the reason you ended up at this college. And everyone knew that Professor Matthews was one of the pioneers in the field. You were overjoyed when he was assigned as your mentor in the department as an undergrad. Thing got even better when you found out he was also in charge of the highly competitive graduate program. Like all the other applicants you had to go through an extensive application and testing processes. Knowing Professor Matthews, you aced the interviews and applications. And you thought you aced the test on written materials and past studies. But a few days after the test, Professor Matthews called you into his office, he seemed pretty disappointed. Sitting down in front of his desk, the first thing you see is your exam paper covered in red, but what glares at you from the top of the page is a giant 47% with two underlines in bold red marker. You had failed. You are devastated. This was the only program you had applied for and it was too late to apply for any others. You had no backup plans. “Shit shit shit shit shit” was the only thought you had in your head.

Professor Matthews is stern “Quite frankly I feel like you let me down” He starts “I thought if anyone would ace this it would be you. I mean have you learned anything from my classes and tutoring” He says his voice slightly tinged with anger. You apologize profusely and you beg Professor Matthews telling him you will do absolutely anything to get into the program. Begging for a second chance, another exam anything. At the word anything he looks up from his desk, “you will do anything?” You nod to him and his mood changes instantly and he gets a smile unnerves you to your core. “Well we do need a test subject for a new serum I have been working on, if you agree to be the first participant in the trial, I could see to letting you into my program, you’d do the trial outside of your normal graduate duties. You’d even get a lighter teaching load and get to spend more one on one time with me” He says “What type of trial” You ask a bit wary. “It’s a test of a new molecular recombination technology I have developed, the tests on primates have been promising. The process is completely harmless as far as we can tell and there hasn’t been any permanent changes to the animal subjects thus far.” He explains. Seeing no other option you agree. The professor takes out a binder full of forms and under the line test subject you watch as he prints your name. You sign pages of releases and even disturbingly a power of attorney, confidentiality, trade secret, and limited contact agreement, not realizing what you are signing away. You finish out the semester telling your friends you are going away for the summer. You even break up with a the girl you had been seeing.

At the start of summer break, Professor Matthews has you come into his lab. You are instructed to disrobe. You strip reluctantly, hands covering the more private parts of your body. The professor examines you and again in the unnerving way he had in his office. Then before you can ask a question or even think about dropping out of the trial, he pats your arm with some alcohol and injects you with the serum. Its silver and slow moving, a little like quicksilver. It’s also cold. You feel the coldness at the injection site spreading down your arm into the rest of your body. “So what exactly does this serum do?” you ask after he finishes. He picks up something that looks like an oversized hairdryer and turns some dials and punches some keys on a computer nearby. “The serum allows us to use nanomachines to reform living matter, in this case you” “What do you mean reform you ask” a little concerned now. “You’ll see” He replies slyly. Aiming the machine at you he pushes the trigger and you hear a whirr then there is a flash.  You try to move but you can’t your body is locked into place. You everything around you starts to rush up as you shrink down, your limbs and head start to pull into your body, merging and remolding into a new form. You senses are warped and combined, spreading all over your new form. You body compresses and your body changes from flesh to stretch fabric. You land on the cold concrete floor fo the lab in unable to move. You “look” up to see Professor Matthews looking down on you with a hungry smile. He picks you up pulling you in his hands, you feel your body stretch in a way that no human could, he runs you through his hands like a handkerchief pulling and winding you around his hand for a bit before grabbing a nearby tape recorder. “Test subject Alpha, Log 1, Subject has been injected with the first batch of the serum. The subject will be spending the new few days as a pair of compression shorts. Post experiment interview to follow.” Wait what, you think to yourself, compression shorts, you can’t believe what you just heard, that’s impossible you think to yourself. It soon becomes apparent that it is possible as Professor Matthews takes off his shoes and then his pants. He pulls you directly beneath him, you see that he has gone commando for the day. No this can’t be happening you think to yourself as he stretches you out and sticks one leg then the other into you, pulling you up around his waist. You can feel and taste the musk of his cock and balls as you hug his body. You can also feel that wearing you as his compression shorts is turning him on, as you feel his cock harden and stretch out your body. You can’t believe you’re trapped like this for the next few days. You would be screaming or running away if you could, but you can’t in your new form. You are stuck now just a pair of compression shorts. Unbeknownst to you, the professor was having the same thought, and he patted you gently against his hard cock, sending a drop of salty sweet precum into your new absorbent body.

You spend the next three months as his personal toy, turning into everything from underwear, to socks, to an action figure, and for the last three last nights his long johns. Now you are stuck under his feet as his personal footstool. When classes start up again you figure your torture is at an end, but he doesn’t turn you back and you can’t start your job as a researcher. Instead he takes you into his office and places you in front of his chair. You hear a knock on the door “Professor Matthews?” comes a voice from outside, a mousy woman steps in “Yes I’m here about one of your students, he was assigned as your mentee last year” “Ah yes, how is he doing” the professor asks. You’re immediately confused. What is Matthews talking about, you’re right there under his feet. “Well not well, we can’t seem to locate him, he packed up all his belongings but no one has seen him since graduation” “Well that’s odd, I thought he applied to some program back east” the professor sounding concerned. “Hmm that’s odd well if you hear from him let me know” “Will do” the Professor says placing his feet on your face.