Joe's Favorite Boots
Joe’s boots show him their love.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
JOE sits on his bed, looking at his rack of a dozen pairs of boots. He is NAKED except for a pair of calf-length TUBE SOCKS with green stripes at the top.
Good day for my favorite boots!
Joe steps toward the shelves, reaching for the shin-high, well worn black derby boots and sits on the bed again.
CLOSE ON Joe’s face. He buries his face in the LEFT BOOT and takes a deep breath.
Goddamn, that never gets old.
TIGHT ON Joe’s crotch. His COCK is standing straight up. It twitches slightly.
CUT TO Joe leaning back and lifting his leg to put his right foot into the RIGHT BOOT. There is a THUNK as his heel seats itself. Joe laces the boot, yanking on the laces sharply to make the boot tight.
Joe does it all again with the LEFT BOOT. He leans over and rubs the boots appreciatively, one in each hand.
Best souvenir of that trip to London.
Joe stands to look at himself in a mirror.
Sometimes I wish these were taller.
CLOSE ON the toe of the left boot. A bit of steel cap is showing through a worn-out spot in the leather.
Hey, he said it! He said “I wish.”
We love Joe. Let’s give him his wish.
PULL BACK to Joe standing at the mirror. There is a creaking sound. Joe looks down at the boots.
CLOSE ON Joe’s POV: He moves his feet inside the boots. We see his toes moving inside. The boots creak some more.
What the hell…
PULL BACK to Joe in the mirror. The boots are now knee-high. The LACES whip around to lengthen and tighten themselves around his legs.
What the fuck!?
Joe dances around, lifting one boot, then the other, as if dodging ants trying to climb up his legs.
CLOSE ON the LEFT BOOT from the toe up to Joe’s bare knee, an inch of tube sock still exposed.
You said you wanted us to be taller.
CLOSE ON Joe’s face.
My boots can talk?!
CLOSE ON the RIGHT BOOT. There is a similar worn spot in the leather over the steel toe cap. Also on the RIGHT BOOT there is a large, black grease spot soaked into the leather.
Mostly we talk about your stinky feet.
Is this some kind of magic? Boots can’t talk!
You bet boots can talk! But unlike humans we don’t talk
until we have something to say.
PULL BACK to Joe in the mirror, looking at the boots with a mixture of horror and fascination. We watch as the boots grow from knee high to crotch high, leather extending, eyelets multiplying. The sounds of laces whipping and leather creaking gets louder.
Whoa! This is cool but now they’re going to take forever to put on.
“They”? Mate, we’re in the room.
I’m Lefty, my partner here is Dex.
Sorry, man. Should I have said “You guys are going to take forever to put on"?
Thank you Joe! We just want to be acknowledged as beings like anyone else.
CLOSE ON Joe’s crotch. His cock is hard. We see the top edges of both boots crammed into the fold between Joe’s balls and inner thighs.
His legs are connected! What the hell.
We’ll have to work together from here.
The boots continue to get taller, the leather merging, the two sets of laces and eyelets converging into a single set at Joe’s navel. The top edge of the leather continues to extend, upward out of frame.
Joe’s genitals hang free, surrounded by leather on all sides but not encased yet. One of the boot laces wiggles like a tentacle, poking its end into Joe’s cock and balls several times, as though investigating.
OW! Something is poking my nuts!
What are these dangly bits here?
Fucking hell, it’s all wrinkly. Cover that shit up.
From behind Joe’s BALLS leather creeps around them, coming into view. The CREAKING of leather continues. Then a cylinder of leather begins forming from the bottom of Joe’s cock, tiny eyelets and laces appearing and lacing themselves tight. The edge of the leather cylinder moves up his still-hard dick and stops short of the head.
Ow! Guys, be careful. That stuff is sensitive.
I better add some protection. This part here that sticks out.
A layer of steel extends from the edges of the leather, forming a shiny DOME over the head of Joe’s dick. Leather extends to cover the steel.
Uh, guys, wait a second, I use that to pee out of…
Right. That’s done.
Would you stop with the puns.
There’s still a lot left to do.
LEFTY and DEX
SWITCH TO Joe’s face and torso. The boots, now merged into one, are lacing Joe up tightly through his belly, like a corset.
(looking down at his chest, nervously)
Uh, guys… this is really cool, but there’s no way I can get myself out of this setup…
Sure you can! It might take half an hour but you said you wanted taller
boots. We love you, Joe! You should have what you want.
Joe looks down at his corseted torso, moving one hand along the laces.
Wow, this feels amazing. Maybe not so tight around here?
I’m having a little trouble breathing.
We’re made of high-quality leather. It breathes quite well.
We watch as the edges of the BODY-BOOT extend upward past his nipples and merge over his shoulders.
Hey, is there another leg on your side?
Joe, you have more legs up here. Why do you need another pair?
They’re actually called arms…
CLOSE ON Joe’s right arm. The leather and laces rapidly extend to his wrist.
Brill! I’m getting good at this.
He’s got more toes, too. How did we not know this until now?
CLOSE ON Joe’s left arm from the elbow down, Joe’s hand CENTER FRAME. The leather extends across his hand, pushing his thumb against his other fingers, and pushing his fingers together. Another steel cap forms over Joe’s fingertips. The edge of the leather extends to cover the steel.
With an inflating sound, a RUBBER SOLE grows from the palm side of Joe’s hand, and stitches form to affix it to the leather. The ARM-BOOT is laced very tightly around Joe’s wrist and hand.
CUT TO Joe in the mirror, visible from head to toe. We can now see that the boots have grown into a form-fitting leather BOOT SUIT, laced tightly all over his body, exposing Joe only from the neck upward.
Joe lifts one of the ARM-BOOTS up to his face, examining the tight laces and thick rubber soles.
Guys, I can’t use my hands like this!
What are these ‘hands’ you speak of?
I’m guessing he means his upper feet.
I need to eat and use my laptop and steer my motorcycle!
I can’t even open that door over there!
Why would anyone do those things with his feet?
Joe tries to grab at the laces on one of the arm-boots using his teeth, but it’s one long, unbroken lace from the knuckles of the hand-boots to his neck. He’s trapped.
Guys, please. This suit is really cool but I need to use my hands.
Hey, I found this part back here we could
have done a better job with. See how these things are
pushed together? I think they’re supposed to be separate.
CLOSE ON Joe’s ass, the laces pulling his buttocks together in an unattractive way.
It’s all in the details, innit?
The leather CREAKS and the laces rearrange themselves so there is a separate set over each buttock. We see STITCHING form between Joe’s buttocks, separating them. His ass looks much better.
Better. But we missed a spot right there. Look.
What the hell is that? He’s got a hole in him. He’s a factory second!
Lemme see what I can do to fix him.
CLOSE ON Joe’s face and chest. His eyes go wide. He jumps a little.
Ow, fuck! What is that. It hurts!
(concentrating on task)
It’s like a tunnel in here. It’s deep.
It has to end eventually. When you hit the end of it, seal it off.
PULL BACK to Joe lying on the bed now. He squirms, tries to reach his ass from behind, then from between his legs. His hands are useless anyway.
Guys, I need that! That’s where I take a shit out of!
Don’t close it up!
Oh, man, it’s getting moist in here. Not good.
Pull out. Pull out!
Good call. Aborting!
Right then! Let’s finish up.
CLOSE ON Joe’s face, neck, and upper shoulders. We see the edges of the leather extending upward from the base of his throat, the eyelets multiplying, the laces whipping through the eyelets to tighten them. It’s up to his jawline, then it covers his chin and mouth, rising to the level of his earlobes.
(struggling to talk through the leather covering his mouth)
CUT TO Joe on his bed, thrashing around, pawing at his face with the hand-boots.
Look at all these little soft bits. One in front, one on each side.
They’re everywhere! They all need their own steel caps. What a bloody palaver!
Or we could do it all in one go.
Sometimes your laziness comes in handy.
Do fuck off.
LEFTY and DEX
From the edges of the leather surrounding the lower half of Joe’s face, emerges a layer of steel, rising to form itself around, and cover, Joe’s entire face.
CLOSE ON Joe’s scalp. He’s got a couple of days of hair growth.
And this whole thing here! It’s like an egg
waiting for someone to crack it.
Keep at it, mate.
CLOSE ON Joe’s face. His head is encased in a seamless expanse of steel from his chin up. There are no openings for Joe’s eyes, nose or mouth. He will be well protected. Joe is thrashing violently now, striking the rigid steel helmet with the hand-boots. We can faintly hear him moaning.
I’m knackered, mate. I can’t go on.
No problem. I’ll take over.
The leather spreads across the steel helmet to cover it completely, stitching whipping itself through the leather edges to form a tight fit against the steel.
JOE’S thrashing weakens, slows, and stops.
Seems Joe has dozed off.
He’s been staying out far too late with his mates.
He needs to catch up on his sleep.
Let’s be quiet so we don’t wake him up. Tomorrow he can
show his friends his new boots. They will want their own!
If their boots love them the way we love Joe, all they
have to do is say “I wish.”
FADE TO BLACK.