My Sisters Slippers TF (Unaware)

I couldn’t do this. Her feet were way to nasty. I needed to abort. I started thinking about turning back, but I had waited just a few seconds to long, and her toes connected with my insole. The taste immediately flooded my senses as the sweat in her toes began to instantly start absorbing into my inner fluff. It only got worse as her toes and the ball of her foot slid down my insole as it made its way fully into my slipper body. 

As her foot settled in, I felt as though half my body was on fire. I wanted to scream out in the worst way, but being just a pair of slippers, I had no means to. All I could do was watch helplessly as her second foot descended into my other half. The agony was all the same as her toes once more hit my insole and slid their way in. Once her second foot was fully in, my pain had balanced out throughout my entire being. 

As she stood up, she cooed about how comfortable I felt and went on to say what a great brother I was for getting these for her. I was torn. As terrible as my situation was, I wanted nothing more than to change back. However, hearing just how happy I had made Quinn, I kind of felt like it was my duty to at least enjoy her for the night. At the same time, it wasn’t really like I had a choice in any of this anymore, so all I could really do was try to make the most of it. 

After she put me on, the girls hung out for a bit in Quinn’s room before making their way downstairs for some food. It was such a shock when she moved off the carpet and onto the cold linoleum floor of the kitchen. It was a weird sensation to fell such a cold sensation on my outside when my inside was so thoroughly heated by her feet. 

After they had finished eating, they decided to hang out in the living room and watch some tv for a bit. Quinn took a seat on the couch and wiggled her toed in me. I could feel a lot of my fuzzy interior sticking to her sopping wet sole and toes, and as she sat there wiggling her toes around, I could feel some of my fuzz being ripped out of me. The she finally slid her feet out of me and placed them up on the couch, taking a bunch of my fuzz that had stuck to her feet along with them.  

The pain of feeling so much fluff getting ripped out of me so quickly and all at once, was downright excruciating. On top of that, once the fluff was removed from me, it took some of my consciousness with it, and now my mind was split between two slippers, as well as all the fuzz on both feet! I just wanted this nightmare to end. Now that her feet were finally out of me, I needed to change back. I didn’t care if they found out. The embarrassment would be far less agonizing than staying as her slipper. I was just about to change back when Quinn reached down and picked up one of me. She held me up to her nose and took a whiff. 

“Well, the add was definitely right at how good it was and not letting out bad odors.” Quinn said. “I know my feet absolutely reek, but you wouldn’t be able to tell by sniffing my slippers.” 

“No,” Lindsey replied, “but I can tell because I’m sitting too close to you!” 

They both erupted in laughter as Quinn haphazardly dropped me back down to the floor. This was it. This was finally my chance to change back. I tried to concentrate on being human again. In the consciousness held within the fuzz that was stuck to her feet, I could feel a force trying to pull me back to my slipper form. The harder I concentrated, the stronger the pull got, but no change ever took place. 

I found myself fear stricken, as the harsh reality of my situation settled in. If all of me wasn’t close enough together, I wouldn’t be able to turn back. And as she began to idly rub her feet together, little bits of my fluff were getting brushed off of her. Some fell to the couch, others got caught in a little breeze and floated softly down to the floor. As my consciousness separated into the individual pieces of fluff that fell off her feet, I knew I was doomed. There was no way I would ever be able to reconnect with all those pieces of fuzz now. 

When they got bored of watching TV, they decided to head back to Quinns room. Once again, Quinn slid her feet into me as she got up and started to make her way to her room. As the left the living room, some of my fluff that had been discarded to the floor had ended up directly in Lindsey’s walking path. As her socked foot landed on the little bits of me that were stranded on the floor, I found myself immediately stuck to the fabric and forced to join her. 

Lindsey’s foot tasted and smelled far worse than Quinns’. I was glad Quinn hadn’t decided to share me, but deep down I knew it was still an absolute possibility. These two tended to share everything. As they got into Quinns room, I was now being assaulted by the taste and stench of both their feet. Thankfully, there wasn’t much of me stuck to Lindsey’s feet, so it could have been worse. Then, just a few minutes later, it got worse. Much worse. 

“So when are you going to let me try on those slippers?” Lindsey asked. 

“What!?” Quinn responded laughing. “Dude, my feet have been sweating into these things all night! Their soaked! I’m sure you don’t want to wear these tonight. Why don’t you wait until the morning until they dry a bit?” 

“It’s no big deal. I’m sure I’ll barely even notice. It’s hot. My feet are wet too. It happens. I can’t help that you’ve hyped these slippers up so much that I want to try them on!” 

Quinn laughed again. 

“I guess you’re right. I have been going on about these slippers. I guess if you want to try them that bad, then have at it!” 

Quinn slipped her feet out of me and handed me over to Lindsey, who wasted no time dropping me to her feet and slipping her socks off. The second I dropped down next to her feet I knew I was in trouble. As rank and terrible as Quinn’s feet were, they had nothing on Lindsey. Her feet were so powerfully strong, the scent they were giving off was actually overpowering the taste that Quinn had embedded in me. I was terrified of what would happen if those nasty things touched my poor fibers. 

The worst of it all, was that she didn’t take off both socks then put me on. She took off her sock, and instead of putting her foot back on the floor, it went straight into me. Had her foot fell to the floor first, the carpet would have helped remove some of the sweat that was accumulated on her foot. Since she didn’t however, The thick layer of sweat that covered her foot, was quickly deposited into my fibers as she slipped me on. 

In my mind, I was screaming in agony as half my senses went ablaze. The pain was so intense that I hadn’t even paid attention to Lindsey removing her second sock and lower her foot towards me. I didn’t notice at all until her toes connected with my insole fibers. As her foot slid across my second insole, completely overtaking all of my senses now, my brain felt as though it were ready to explode from a sensory overload. I wished so bad that it would, as her filthy toes wiggled inside me, dislodging and mashing thick clumps of toe jam deep into the fibers of my insole, permanently leaving behind thick globs of filth for me to forever remember her by. 

“Wow!” Lindsey exclaimed once she had me fully on. “These really are the most comfortable slippers ever!” 

“Aren’t they though!?” Quinn responded. “You can wear them for now, just make sure you take them off before you fall asleep. I know how terrible your feet smell, and the last thing I want is for that smell to get embedded in my slippers in the first night.” 

They both laughed. 

“That’s fair,” Lindsey said. 

They got out the blow-up bed from Quinn’s closet and got it set up for Lindsey. Once the bed was set, they both laid down and gossiped for a while, before turning off the lights and playing quietly on their phones. It wasn’t too much longer before both girls drifted off. Down on her feet, I was still being forced to suck on her sweat. Even though Quinn had told her not to, she fell asleep without taking me off. Now I would be forced to spend the whole night sucking the sweat off these horrid feet. 

As bad as the situation was, knowing that I would be trapped on her feet all night, it very quickly got much worse as she readjusted in her sleep, successfully pulling me under her thick blanket as she did. With the added warmth of being under the blanket, her feet very quickly began to sweat quite badly. 

As the night slowly drifted on, I was forced to absorb the never-ending, steady torrent of sweat that leaked out of her foot and directly into all my fibers that surrounded her foot. By the time they finally woke up, I could feel every fiber within me filled to the brim with her sweat. I was in so much agony, I couldn’t even get excited about the end of the night. Even if she were to take me off immediately, I knew it’d make very little difference. Her feet had tainted my insides so bad in that one night, that I knew I’d never get that taste and smell out of me. 

“Dude!” I heard Quinn say in an irritated voice. “I told you not to go to sleep with my slipper on!” 

“Oh shit!” Lindsey responded, “my bad. I must have dozed off and didn’t realize! I’m so sorry! Here, I’ll take them off now!” 

I was so grateful that her feet had finally slid out of me, but at the same time, it was still worse than I had assumed it would be. There was so much sweat absorbed into my fibrous insides that it’s taste would surely never leave me. But that much I had expected. The thing I hadn’t considered was having even more of my fluff ripped out as she removed her feet. Though she was completely unaware at the moment, several big patches of fuzz had been pulled out of me by her feet, trapped in her sweat and completely glued to her feet.  

My world spun as Lindsey plucked me off the floor and quickly brought me up to her face. She held me up to her nose and took a big whiff. A look of surprised confusion crossed her face. She stuck her nose inside me and took another whiff. She pulled me back, still looking puzzled as she looked at me. Then, she stuck her nose as deep in me as she could get, pressing up against my insole as she did, and took a magnificent whiff. She pulled me back again and looked at my sister. 

“Dude.” She said. “You’re not going to believe this, but they don’t smell. Like, at all! Here, check it out!” 

She tossed me over to my sister, sending my whole world into a dizzying blur until I landed in my sisters' hands. She held me up to her nose, and proceeded to take the same whiffs as Lindsey just had, getting closer with each one. 

“Oh my God!” Quinn finally said once she was done smelling me. “You’re right! They don’t smell at all! These are even better than I had expected. I’m gonna have to make sure to thank Jim when I see him. Anyways, since they don’t smell at all, and since you didn’t really get to enjoy them, I guess there’s no harm in letting you wear them for the morning until we go out. Here.” 

Once again I was flying through the air as I got tossed back to Lindsey, who caught me and wasted no time slipping her foot back into me, right before stepping into my second half. 

“Thanks!” Lindsey said. “These slippers really are the best!” 

Though I wouldn’t have ever thought after the first time on my sisters feet that I would want her to wear me again, but now that I was being forced to deal with the alternative of being worn by her, I was greatly wishing she would take me back and put me back on.  As the girls spent hours hanging around the house, I was forced to endure more of the constant of Lindsey’s feet pouring all its stench and filth into every fiber of my being. 

At first I was grateful when I heard the girls were getting ready to leave, but as Lindsey removed her foot from me, once again taking more fuzz that stuck to her foot, along with the fuzz that had stuck there this morning, my consciousness was divided even further as it split into all my new individual selves. If that wasn’t bad enough, as soon as she slid her foot out, she propped it up on her knee and began to put her socks on, never bothering to wipe the fluffy parts of me off her. 

She put her second sock on in the same matter, trapping many individual consciousnesses inside her sock as she did. The slipper form of myself was placed nicely by the front door as the girls put their shoes on and left. It would have been a nice break, even despite the lingering taste that now stained my insides, but the parts of me locked in Lindsey’s sock were still feeding my mind.  

Later that night, even though my sister came home alone, I was still fully aware of Lindsey, still trapped in her socks and shoes as she went about her night. Upon her return, Quinn began to slide off her sneakers, revealing that she had gone out today without socks. Her foot was literally dripping sweat as she removed it from her shoe. As soon as she removed her foot from her shoe, she lined it up with my opening. 

Before she even had the chance to fully lower her foot in, sweat was dropping off her toes and landing in my inner fluff. I was crying out well before her toes made actual contact with me, soaking every inch of me as she slid me all the way on. The second foot was not different than the first, and after both her feet were in and she began to walk away, the worst thing ever began to happen. 

Even though it seemed that the smell was unable to escape me, as she walked and forced her wet, fresh sweat into my fibers, it mixed with the semi dry sweat that Lindsey had left behind. As I was forced to absorb more than my fibers could hold, the nasty combination of the two different girls sweat began to get squeezed out of me, coating Quinns foot as it did, creating a whole new abomination of taste and smell that her foot began to create. I didn’t know it at the time, but that one simple act of having Lindsey sleep with me on the first night, had completely damned my eternal existence to that of the foulest taste and stench imaginable. 

It didn’t take too many days for me to realize that the smell created within me that second day of being a slipper had become Quinns new foot odor. Before that incident, Quinn’s feet were nowhere near as bad as Lindsey’s, but after, her feet had become much, much worse. If that wasn’t bad enough, every time Lindsey came by, it wasn’t long before her nasty feet were back inside me. 

The worst part about being Quinn’s slippers, was the fact that she didn’t mind sharing them. Meaning it wasn’t just Lindsey who got to enjoy wearing him, but also any other friends she may have had over, as well as our mother, who pretty much wore me whenever Quinn wasn’t home, which was quite often. And the more that people used me, the more funk would get left behind to mix up and create the foulest tastes and smell in creation every single time I was worn, no matter who by. 

I got to enjoy a front seat view to my sister's entire life, as she always kept me. Aside from losing some fuzz in the beginning, I held up perfectly fine. Because no one could smell how terrible I was, no one every realized I was the reason her feet stank so bad, so she never stopped wearing, or sharing me. When she finally passed of old age, her family went through her belongings and gave most of it to donation. I was one of the many belongings given away that day.. 

After being donated, I didn’t last long on the shelves before a cute young woman noticed me. After picking me up and seeing what good condition I was in, she pulled me up close and gave me a sniff test. Satisfied, she dropped me to the floor to try me on. Laying on the floor, looking at my possible soon to be master, I took a minute to fully observe what she looked like. 

It only took a matter of seconds to notice that this woman was quite poor. As beautiful as she was, her clothes were tattered and filthy, and even before she removed her ratty, very old looking sneakers, I could smell the thick stench of feet. Not wanting her feet to touch the floor of the store, I watched as she took her sock off and immediately put me on, the same way Quinn had used to do. 

“Oh wow,” she said, quickly grabbing my twin and dropping it to the floor. 

I was begging for her to stop. Her feet tasted even worse than Quinn’s after a lifetime of wearing me. I wasn’t even sure how that was possible! Maybe I had just grown a bit more used to Quinn’s taste and scent over the years. But as this strange woman slid her second nasty foot into me, I once again met Hell. 

“Oh my God!” The woman said as she wiggled her toes around inside me and started to walk around. “I can’t believe that someone would give these away in such good condition with how comfy they are! Some people! I’m gonna wear these until they fall off my feet!” 

She took me off and got her socks and shoes back on before taking me up to the register. The second she got home, I found myself on the floor, once again swallowing her nasty feet.  

“Oohh, these are perfect,” she cooed. 

As she moved around her apartment, the first thing that I noticed was that this woman was an absolute slob. Her whole place was a disgusting mess, and as I would soon find out, so was her hygiene, which is why her feet were so terrible the first time she put me on. And as she happily wore me around for that day, unbeknownst to her, the sweat in her feet was overflowing my fibers, mixing up a lifetime of sweat with her own, creating a whole new monster, easily a thousand times worse than before. I truly was screwed. 

I would also quickly find that she didn’t work either. Making most of her money off the government, she almost never left the house unless she absolutely had to. This meant that I never got a break from her nasty feet, that just stewed within me, day after day. I knew that my life with her was going to be a very long and torturous one. I could only hope that at whatever point I moved onto my next owner, they would be more hygienic and wear me less. But only time would tell, and it would be another lifetime of a wait...