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Your little sister was home. Just as you were about to suck the last piece of sweaty toejam from your big sister's foot, your body suddenly froze, indicating that you were too slow and your little sister came home before you could finish your foot worship. By a piece of toejam. Your big sister was overjoyed when she checked her sole and saw that last piece of sock lint stuck between her toes, as that meant that she would now get to rightfully punish you.

Your little sister called for you, and your body immedeatly reacted and ran over to her. Your big sister silently followed, thrilled to watch you getting used as a foot cleaner. Your little sister carelessly kicked off her shoes and revealed her bare feet which had been fermenting inside her worn-out shoes, the smell immedeatly wafting into your nose, adding onto the rest of the footsmell from all of your previous foot worship sessions. She just hovered her foot over you and your body started licking her soles without hesitation. That's all it took for your little sister to make you drag your tongue over her feet now, just holding them up to your face and foot worship would commence. Against your will.

But this wasn't everything. Licking and smelling girls' stinky feet were just your default settings, but your little sister preferred to use you in another way. After complaining to your big sister how her shoes never lasted for longe than two months - that was no suprise, given how she treated them - your big sister came up with a brilliant idea that would "increase your utility". That was the second modification to your body: Your little sister could shapeshift your body into a self-cleaning and feet-pampering pair of shoes at will. With just a little bit of her mind-controlling abilities, your big sister made your little sister think that this was perfectly normal, and made it her number one option what to do when she felt like getting her feet worshipped. So as you were unwillingly tongue-bathing her right foot, your little sister's desire for shoe-dog took over your body, and painfully morphed you into a pair of shoes for her to wear.

Now, for your big sister, self-cleaning meant that any dirt, sweat and stink would just get absorbed into your sponge-taste-smell. And given you were a shoe, you were all around her foot at once, tasting and smelling it all at once. Your big sister told your little sister that if she wanted a foot-massage from the shoes, she would just have to heat them up. But in reality, by heating you up, she just made her own feet sweat more and more, which triggered the foot worship instincts of your dog-mind, thus defying the shoe-form to some extent to grow tongues along the insoles of both shoes, moving them in a wave-like motion, which essentially felt like her stinking, unwashed soles were getting lick-massaged. You also grew multiple smaller tongues to fill in the area between her toes, effectively subjecting you to your little sister's tired feet for as long as she desired.

Before she left, your big sister topped it all off by linking your taste-smell-multiplier to your little sister's step count, so that smelling and tasting her feet got worse with every step she took. Your little sister went about her day and your big sister left you to succumb to her feet, unable to pass out or get distracted, fully focusing on worshipping and worshipping and worshipping feet for hours to come while she happily thought about how to make your predicament even worse.

You just hoped your little sister wouldn't move around that much.

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Your little sister was home. Just as you were about to suck the last piece of sweaty toejam from your big sister's foot, your body suddenly froze, indicating that you were too slow and your little sister came home before you could finish your foot worship. By a piece of toejam. Your big sister was overjoyed when she checked her sole and saw that last piece of sock lint stuck between her toes, as that meant that she would now get to rightfully punish you.

Your little sister called for you, and your body immedeatly reacted and ran over to her. Your big sister silently followed, thrilled to watch you getting used as a foot cleaner. Your little sister carelessly kicked off her shoes and revealed her bare feet which had been fermenting inside her worn-out shoes, the smell immedeatly wafting into your nose, adding onto the rest of the footsmell from all of your previous foot worship sessions. She just hovered her foot over you and your body started licking her soles without hesitation. That's all it took for your little sister to make you drag your tongue over her feet now, just holding them up to your face and foot worship would commence. Against your will.

But this wasn't everything. Licking and smelling girls' stinky feet were just your default settings, but your little sister preferred to use you in another way. After complaining to your big sister how her shoes never lasted for longe than two months - that was no suprise, given how she treated them - your big sister came up with a brilliant idea that would "increase your utility". That was the second modification to your body: Your little sister could shapeshift your body into a self-cleaning and feet-pampering pair of shoes at will. With just a little bit of her mind-controlling abilities, your big sister made your little sister think that this was perfectly normal, and made it her number one option what to do when she felt like getting her feet worshipped. So as you were unwillingly tongue-bathing her right foot, your little sister's desire for shoe-dog took over your body, and painfully morphed you into a pair of shoes for her to wear.

Now, for your big sister, self-cleaning meant that any dirt, sweat and stink would just get absorbed into your sponge-taste-smell. And given you were a shoe, you were all around her foot at once, tasting and smelling it all at once. Your big sister told your little sister that if she wanted a foot-massage from the shoes, she would just have to heat them up. But in reality, by heating you up, she just made her own feet sweat more and more, which triggered the foot worship instincts of your dog-mind, thus defying the shoe-form to some extent to grow tongues along the insoles of both shoes, moving them in a wave-like motion, which essentially felt like her stinking, unwashed soles were getting lick-massaged. You also grew multiple smaller tongues to fill in the area between her toes, effectively subjecting you to your little sister's tired feet for as long as she desired.

Before she left, your big sister topped it all off by linking your taste-smell-multiplier to your little sister's step count, so that smelling and tasting her feet got worse with every step she took. Your little sister went about her day and your big sister left you to succumb to her feet, unable to pass out or get distracted, fully focusing on worshipping and worshipping and worshipping feet for hours to come while she happily thought about how to make your predicament even worse.

You just hoped your little sister wouldn't move around that much.