Sister's Shoe Sniffer (Shoe TF) (Patreon)

You become your sister's shoe, unwillingly.

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You’d always had a thing for women’s feet, a sexual thing, but recently it had just devolved into complete degeneracy.

As you found yourself in your sister’s room, stuffing your nose into her stinky Keds, you’d hit your lowest. Your cock stiffened as you sniffed, recalling all the memories of her wearing these barefoot. You run your tongue across the dark heel print, tasting the sweat from her wearing these earlier. It hurts to see an insole living your dream.

Suddenly, the door swings open.

“What the fuck? No… just no!”

You turn around trying to explain yourself, trying to hide your raging boner, but as you lock eyes with your sister, she simply snaps her fingers in rage.

Immediately, you feel yourself sinking into the floor, your body seeming to seep into the right shoe that you were holding. You scream out in horror before your mouth melts away, joining the rest of your body inside of the shoe.

You begin to realize that you’ve become the insole, you can taste your sister’s foot sweat and dirt soaked into you, and all you can smell is her sour foot funk. It’s like a humid swamp in the interior of the shoe. You’d become the well-worn insole you were about to jerk off to. This was not hot at all.

“I literally can’t believe you…” your sister’s voice boomed from above. “Jerking off to my dirty ass shoes, seriously?”

You watch her peep her face over the Ked, her pretty face leering down at you like some sort of goddess. Her scowl turns into a smirk as she hovers her bare foot over you. Her meaty, thick soles fill your visible sky, the thick, yellowed callouses dripping with perspiration. You can see every bit of dirt dotting her foot. A stray bead of sweat drips down from between her big and second toe, landing on your insole form. It has a salty cheesy taste.

“You’re probably begging me to step in you right now…”

She flexes her toes, almost teasing you.

“I’ll grant your wish. Your life is better used as my shoe than as my brother. Don’t expect to be treated as anything but.”

She laughs after she utters that last line, and begins to lower her foot into the shoe, almost slowly. It was terrifying, you felt like you were going to be crushed. She giggles some more as she slips her foot into the mouth of the shoe.

Her foot absolutely smothers you under its filth, and she inches it forward before her feet finally settle into the darkened, sweat-soaked insole. The warm flesh squishes you as she settles her full weight onto the shoe. Tiny beads of sweat dribble out of the pores, soaking into you.

You were no more than your sister’s dirty old shoe.

“Alright shoe, I’m going to the mall!”