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Be Careful What You Wish For (An Unaware TF Story)
🕑 Added 2024-04-25 11:00:07 +0000 UTCSteve was an eighteen year old boy who lived with his mother who was thirty-two and twin sister Alice. His father passed away when he was only two, so he has no memory of him. Steve's mother has three states of existence since his father died. Working, drinking, or passed out drunk. His sister avoided home a lot because of this, and this left Steve to learn how to fend for himself at a very young age. Sometimes days would go by before he saw his mother or sister, but he was ok with that. After spending so much time alone he had actually grown to prefer it.
One day, while sitting on the living room floor playing video games and listening to the radio enjoying summer break, his sister came over to check on him.
"How ya doin squirt?" she asked playfully
He was looking down at her shoes. With such close proximity he could smell the slight stench of her dirty feet drifting into his nose. She had very smelly feet, and it didn't help that she didn't like being barefoot. Ever since he could remember, Steve has always had a weird attraction to feet. He knew they were considered disgusting, and even found them kind of disgusting, but that seemed to be what intrigued him so much. Alice had beautiful feet and Steve couldn't understand why she would keep them locked away in her shoes all the time. One of the only times he gets to see them is when she comes out of the shower and goes into her room. His room is between hers and the bathroom, so whenever he hears her getting ready to come out he lays down by his door and watches her feet pass as she walks by. He would even go to the lengths of making little clay people and hiding them in the hall to see if she would step on them and notice. Many times she crushed the clay people, but never seemed to notice, even when they stuck to her feet. Now as he sits on the floor smelling them he wishes he could put his nose in closer and take a big whiff. Instead he just looks up at her and replies, "I'm fine thanks."
"Ok, well I'm going out with Haley, don't do anything stupid like burn the house down. Alright?"
"Ok, I won't."
As she walks away, he's left there, hopelessly thinking about her feet. He wished he could see them more often, but she always keeps them locked away in her socks and shoes. He knew it was wrong to think of his sisters feet like that, but he didn't have a girlfriend due to rarely leaving the house and being a creature of solitude. He really didn't have any other females in his life besides his mom and his sister, and while he loved the thought of his sisters stinky feet, for some reason his moms feet grossed him out. Not because they were nasty or anything, well aside from the horrid stench that they were known to give off, but simply cuz it was his mother.
As he thought about his sisters feet, he began to think about her socks. He often wished he could be her sock, to see how it felt to be worn by the feet he so obsessed over. He knew they could smell bad, but he was prepared for that. Whenever she wasn't home, which was quite often, it wasn't uncommon for him to go through her laundry and smell her dirty socks. He knew it wasn't quite the same though, and really wanted to experience it from the socks perspective.
He was deep in thought, imagining a life covering his sisters foot. And once again, like so many times before, he found himself wishing for the power to change his shape at will and become anything his hearts desires. And while he'd made this wish so many times before, this time, he surprisingly got an answer. In a flash of light, a small being appeared before him. Something his brain immediately related to a fairy or sprite.
"I've heard your wish," the fairy told him. "Many times I've heard you wish the same thing over and over. Normally we fairies don't grant wishes to mortals such as yourself, but for this instance I find myself very intrigued. I'm aware of your thoughts and know your intentions, and quite honestly, I think the outcome of all this may turn out to be quite amusing. So what do you say? Is this truly your wish? Would you like the ability to turn into every day objects at will?"
"Oh yes!" Steve replied. "I would give anything for that! Please make my wish come true!"
"Ok. Then I shall grant your wish. But be forewarned, changing shapes comes with a few rules in order to change back. You can become a pair of something, but if that pair doesn't touch, you can't change back until they do. I know you want to be a pair of socks, so be mindful in this warning. Also, if you are broken while transformed, all of you must touch to change back, are you seeing a pattern here. Now most objects you become will become far more durable, but if you chose something weak, like say, paper, you can very easily be destroyed. Rips and tears will leave cuts in your flesh when you change back, so be mindful of that as well. Also, you will need the proper space to grow, and if anything is on top of you in any way, it won't be possible. Do you think you can handle all that?"
Steve was so excited at the thought that his wish might be coming true, that he only half paid attention to all the information that the fairy was trying to give him.
"Yea, I can handle that." He finally replied. "So what do I have to do to start?"
"The wish has already been granted. all you have to do now is think intently on what you want your desired item of change is, and next thing you'll know, you'll be becoming said object."
Then, in a quick flash, the fairy was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. Steve just sat there for a moment, pondering the possibilities, as well as trying to decide if everything that just happened was some kind of crazy waking dream or hallucination. So to test it out he closed his eyes and pictured a pair socks, something he always wanted to be. Just as the fairy promised, the next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor as a pair of socks.
Once the shock that this was actually happening wore off, he quickly changed back, not wanting to get found and used before he was thoroughly ready. He knew he needed to try this out on his unaware sister, but he also wanted to make sure if he turned into her sock he got worn and didn't just sit in her drawer all day, which meant using a little finesse. He knew she always got her next outfit ready right before a shower and left it on her bed, but he also knew it would be tricky sneaking into her room while she was in the shower. They were never long, and with her room being right next to the bathroom it would work better for him if he was in her room before she ever came home.
Not knowing when she was planning on coming home he decided to be quick and make his way into her room now to try and find something to turn into before she got home so he could change back once she was in the shower and complete his plan of becoming her sock for the day. Upon entering her room, he scanned it in its entirety trying to figure out what the best thing to become was. Then his eye landed on her computer chair.
He walked over to the chair. She had an extra cushion that she used to sit on. He grabbed the cushion hid it under the bed in hopes she wouldn't find it. Then he sat on the chair and pictured becoming the cushion, and seconds later he found himself staring up at the ceiling, unable to move or close his non existant eyes. Now all there was to do was wait and hope she returned soon...
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When Alice came home she made her way to her room, checking in on Steve and surprised to find he wasn't in his room. It wasn't like him to go out, but she was happy for him. She always thought he could use more fresh air in his life. She made her way into her room, dropped her stuff on the floor and plopped down on her computer chair.
She noticed that her seat cushion felt far more comfortable than usual as she ground her butt into it to get that proper spot. It was almost as though the cushion was giving her a massage. She was smiled knowing she was going to be here for quite some time as she had just gotten a new computer game she was dying to get into.
She sat there for a few hours, really getting into the game she was playing and paying no mind to the lifeless seat cushion below her. She never thought twice when the torrent of gas began to escape her. As far as she knew, she was all alone, and there was no one around who would be bothered by all her hot, Indian food induced farts. After a while of passing gas, the realization hit her that as hot as they were, her farts didn't really seem to be producing much smell. The only time she seemed to notice was when she raised a cheek up to let one rip. If she kept sitting normally, the cushion seemed to do a perfect job of filtering out the stench for her. Once she realized that, she stopped raising a cheek and just let all her farts melt into the cushion under her.
After hours of playing her game she decided it was finally time to shower and get ready for bed. She had a lot to prepare for. The next day she was headed on her annual camping trip with her best friend Haley and needed to quick get ready. She got up and began gathering all her clothes. She had almost everything she needed, except socks. She had forgotten to give her laundry to her mom to wash and didn't have the time left to get any washed, so she began to rummage through her dirty wash pile until she stumbled on a cute pair of pink socks that didn't smell too bad, at least not in comparison to the rest, so she pulled them out and set them on her bed with her nightgown she planned on sleeping in for the night and made her way into the shower.
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When Alice first entered her room, Steve became very anxious. He hoped like hell she didn't notice anything out of place. He heard her drop her stuff, then his vision spun and she turned her chair to align with her ass. He couldn't stop looking as his sister's ass hung over him for a brief moment before slamming down with all her weight on his face.
The pain he felt from being crushed under her ass was immense. It hurt even more as she ground her way in, contorting his filling around to the comfort of her ass. After she finally settled in, Steve realized that all of his senses were still in tact. Not just his hearing, sight, and touch, but taste and smell as well. He tasted the fabric of his sisters pants and being in such close proximity to her ass, could even smell that a bit as well. It was a little unpleasant, but otherwise, Steve found himself still quite excited.
Steve hated to admit it, but being trapped under his unaware sisters ass was kind of hot. Knowing she was just using him as an object really got him quite excited, and he couldn't wait to be used as a simple sock. Then, the reality of his situation settled in much more harshly than he had anticipated when the first fart leaked out into him. Not only could he smell it, but all the fibers that made up his cushion body were like little taste receptors, licking up all the stench.
Next thing he knew the farts were coming non stop. It wasn't quite as bad when she lifted a cheek to let it out, but it wasn't too long before she stopped doing that entirely and let all her farts out directly into his face. Had he considered this happening, this would've been the last thing he ever would've turned in to. He made a mental note that turning into panties could leave some unexpected experiences he definitely didn't want to deal with. However, his resolve to become her socks remained. Farts were undeniable horrible, but he loved the nasty stench her feet let off, so that of course would only add to his pleasure.
When she finally got up off his face, Steve couldn't have been happier. Even though she was up and about and getting herself ready for something, the taste and smell of her rancid farts still lingered deep within him. He couldn't wait until she left to get into the shower. At that point there would only be one decision left to make. Should he risk it and become a pair of socks, or play it safe and just turn into one so he wouldn't have to worry about when he could change back again. While he wouldn't mind being stuck as a pair for a while, there was no telling how long that while would be, and one sock would be fun and all, but then he only gets to enjoy half the pleasure.. What to do...
To be continued
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Custom Tiny
I'm going to try my best. Thank you!
Chris Johnson
I saw where you said you didn’t want least to have pictures because you were afraid of them Hindering your writing but I still think it would be great if you added pictures anyway even if they don’t match the story perfectly. Just my personal opinion, either way good work
