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“Come on…put me on already! Please!” Lily begged, “Please! Just slip your feet into me already! I’m tired of waiting, please!” Reduced to nothing but her sister’s shoes, she was honestly quite shocked at how her brain was treating this. She had always hated feet, so finding herself drawn to them disgusted her.

It all happened so fast, as the TFvirus naturally does. One moment she was human, the next, she became a pair of shoes. An ordinary pair of sneakers, save for who they used to be. Having conveniently transformed by her bedroom’s mirror, Lily got to see exactly what type of pair she became.

She became a new pair of sneakers, though nearly identical to a pair her sister owned. Part of her feared being worn by her, but a small part of her wanted it to happen. It didn’t take long as, a few moments later, Morgan entered her room looking for something. 

Scanning her room she saw what she was looking for. Walking over to her, she picked up her sneakers off the floor. As she was brought to her sister’s room Lily began to freak out. She was terrified to be worn by her sister, to be forced to contain her feet, and to taste and smell all they produced.

Thankfully though, for now, she wasn’t worn. Upon entering her room, Morgan set her sneakers on a desk near her bed, before sitting down in front of it and resting her up, right in front of her sister. Being this close to her sister’s feet she felt disgusted. 

Although, as she stayed longer close to them the small part of her grew louder. As Morgan absentmindedly flexed her feet in front of her sister, Lily wanted more than ever to be worn by her. At first disgusted, she gradually grew into the need of being worn.

To have her insides filled with Morgan’s feet, to be at their whims, to have her insoles filled with her foot sweat, to be imprinted with her feet’s smells. The longer she was a pair of sneakers the more and more appealing it sounded, and the more she was willing to give herself to her sister.

Although, she still had more time to think. Staying at her desk to study, Morgan still had so much homework to do. By the end of it all, she had a pair of sneakers ready to be worn by their new, familiar, goddess and to be completely at her mercy.

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