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A dog. That's what she turned you into. And not just any dog, your family's dog. You've always been messy and when she accidently stepped into an old bubble gum you carelessly spit out on the floor, she demanded you would lick it off her foot or she wouldn't forgive you. Of course you didn't do it, something you already regret by now.

You didn't know how, but somehow she turned you into a dog and distorted everyone's memories into thinking it's always been like this. Your mom and your little sister looked at you like any other dog, only your big sister remembered you and knew you were there. It wouldn't be as bad if you were just an ordinary dog, but on top of turning you into her pet, she also completely manipulated your body into behaving like one, with your own consciousness still intact. And of course that dog-body just loved your big sister. And who would've thought, she also ingrained a command deep into your instincts, one that would compel you to lick and sniff any girls' feet that seemed like they were poorly taken care of. So things like footsweat, uncut toenails, toejam, dead skin or just any kind of repulsive thing that could be on a girl's foot, which would normally make you recoil in disgust, now forced you to get closer against your will and start pampering them, worshipping them as slowly as possible, so you would have to keep tasting and smelling their foul feet for as long as possible. And just to feel special, she completed your curse by applying an absolute forced obedience towards her specifically, so she could make you do whatever she wanted. She already told you with anticipation how many treats she would make you lick out from between her toes, after they've been stuck there inside her socks and shoes all day, and how much foot-sweat-infested water she would make you drink, preferably squeezed out from her unwashed gym socks. Of course you wouldn't have any control over your body and would be forced to gulp it all down.

But as of now, she was enjoying a talk with your mother while you were sitting beneath her, massaging her fresh-out-of-her-sneakers foot sole with your tongue. She really paid attention to making you suffer as much as possible from her feet, so she made a number of modification to your dog-body. First of all, she gave you a sponge-like tongue that basically absorbed everything you licked off, forcing you to taste everything you ever touched with your tongue all at onc for the rest of your life, only intensifying the taste of her feet which stuck to your tongue with each foot worship session. The same went for your nose, any bad smell that came off her feet assaulted your nostrils for the rest of eternity. Your mother and your little sister were using you regularly as well, or more like, your body was also regularly worshipping their feet against your will. This would mix their different smells and tastes you sucked off their feet, creating a disgusting fusion of foot sweat and foot stink, which would accompany you for the rest of your life.

You looked up at her and saw her showing you her middle finger, letting you know that you were her bitch now and that there was nothing you could do about it, all because you refused to lick some gum off her foot. You would have barked at her if you could, but instead you kept massaging her superior soles with your tongue, which was eager to trap their taste inside itself for you to experience it non-stop.

You had to hurry up. Your little sister was about to come home any minute, and knowing your mistress, she would immedeatly issue a command at your body to worship her feet instead, knowing that after hours of cleaning her feet under the table, your little sister's feet would be way more gross, after haven just come home from school. And if your big sister's feet weren't in perfect condition until then, she would intensify your sense of smell and taste again, while lowering your need for sleep once more. So you desperately started lapping at her feet, remembering when she made you lick her feet in her hot bedroom through the whole night with her unwashed gym socks attached to your nose with 20x smell and taste on the first night of your transformation.

...

And just before you could lick off the last piece of toe jam, you heard the doorbell ring...

- To be continued.

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He should have just licked the gum off her foot and worshipped her feet a little. 😋 But in hindsight, if he would've known that his sister has magical powers, he probably would have done it. I'm working on a sequel with his little sister (his little sister is 18+ DeviantArt) and also a "Bonus Story" telling about another thing his big sister has done.

Description
[Text:]
A dog. That's what she turned you into. And not just any dog, your family's dog. You've always been messy and when she accidently stepped into an old bubble gum you carelessly spit out on the floor, she demanded you would lick it off her foot or she wouldn't forgive you. Of course you didn't do it, something you already regret by now.

You didn't know how, but somehow she turned you into a dog and distorted everyone's memories into thinking it's always been like this. Your mom and your little sister looked at you like any other dog, only your big sister remembered you and knew you were there. It wouldn't be as bad if you were just an ordinary dog, but on top of turning you into her pet, she also completely manipulated your body into behaving like one, with your own consciousness still intact. And of course that dog-body just loved your big sister. And who would've thought, she also ingrained a command deep into your instincts, one that would compel you to lick and sniff any girls' feet that seemed like they were poorly taken care of. So things like footsweat, uncut toenails, toejam, dead skin or just any kind of repulsive thing that could be on a girl's foot, which would normally make you recoil in disgust, now forced you to get closer against your will and start pampering them, worshipping them as slowly as possible, so you would have to keep tasting and smelling their foul feet for as long as possible. And just to feel special, she completed your curse by applying an absolute forced obedience towards her specifically, so she could make you do whatever she wanted. She already told you with anticipation how many treats she would make you lick out from between her toes, after they've been stuck there inside her socks and shoes all day, and how much foot-sweat-infested water she would make you drink, preferably squeezed out from her unwashed gym socks. Of course you wouldn't have any control over your body and would be forced to gulp it all down.

But as of now, she was enjoying a talk with your mother while you were sitting beneath her, massaging her fresh-out-of-her-sneakers foot sole with your tongue. She really paid attention to making you suffer as much as possible from her feet, so she made a number of modification to your dog-body. First of all, she gave you a sponge-like tongue that basically absorbed everything you licked off, forcing you to taste everything you ever touched with your tongue all at onc for the rest of your life, only intensifying the taste of her feet which stuck to your tongue with each foot worship session. The same went for your nose, any bad smell that came off her feet assaulted your nostrils for the rest of eternity. Your mother and your little sister were using you regularly as well, or more like, your body was also regularly worshipping their feet against your will. This would mix their different smells and tastes you sucked off their feet, creating a disgusting fusion of foot sweat and foot stink, which would accompany you for the rest of your life.

You looked up at her and saw her showing you her middle finger, letting you know that you were her bitch now and that there was nothing you could do about it, all because you refused to lick some gum off her foot. You would have barked at her if you could, but instead you kept massaging her superior soles with your tongue, which was eager to trap their taste inside itself for you to experience it non-stop.

You had to hurry up. Your little sister was about to come home any minute, and knowing your mistress, she would immedeatly issue a command at your body to worship her feet instead, knowing that after hours of cleaning her feet under the table, your little sister's feet would be way more gross, after haven just come home from school. And if your big sister's feet weren't in perfect condition until then, she would intensify your sense of smell and taste again, while lowering your need for sleep once more. So you desperately started lapping at her feet, remembering when she made you lick her feet in her hot bedroom through the whole night with her unwashed gym socks attached to your nose with 20x smell and taste on the first night of your transformation.

...

And just before you could lick off the last piece of toe jam, you heard the doorbell ring...

- To be continued.

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He should have just licked the gum off her foot and worshipped her feet a little. 😋 But in hindsight, if he would've known that his sister has magical powers, he probably would have done it. I'm working on a sequel with his little sister (his little sister is 18+ DeviantArt) and also a "Bonus Story" telling about another thing his big sister has done.