Always a Bit Over the Top by kathrin-inaka
This fantastic fetish story by kathrin-inaka follows our main character running into a mysterious man, called The Enchanter, who gifts her a pair of magically enchanted high-heeled shoes, promising they would make her perpetually more stylish. Except that they have quite a wicked twist, the shows always transform to be over-the-top, sexier, and higher than anything appropriate for the occasions, and crucially, they cannot ever be removed.
Over the entire story, these shoes always heighten the embarrassment and forced feminization / exposure of the main character, remaining far more sexualized than needed, while the obscenity of the different forms the shoes (and later, her entire outfit) take, get more and more extreme. The story features her various attempts at maintaining her professional and personal life, while dealing with the increasingly extreme and fetishistic transformations imposed by the enchanted clothing.
From simple high-heels, to eventual corsets, catsuits, and more, the enchanted gear she's now stuck with put her in ever more embarrassing and hyper-sexualized situations. Even her body slowly changes over time, her feet becoming adjusted to the extreme heels, her breasts and buttocks becoming increasingly more exaggerated, until her appearance mirrors that of a living fetish doll.
- Chapter 1 (WebArchive
) - Chapter 2 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 3 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 4 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 5 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 6 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 7 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 8 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 9 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 10 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 11 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 12 (WebArchive)
- Chapter 13 (WebArchive)
I woke up in my living room, sitting on my sofa. That wasn’t all that unusual, but some details were quite wrong.
Usual, when fell asleep on the sofa, I was lying down and not sitting. I rarely sit on my sofa anyway, because after a long day at work, lying is so much more comfy. Of course, lying on the sofa snuggling up to a guy would be even better, but alas, that wasn’t to be in the moment.
Then I couldn’t even remember how I got here. Last thing I remember was opening the front door, after aforementioned long day at work. Now I was sitting on the sofa, still in my work clothes, except that my feet were bare.
Thirdly, the TV was off. Why would I be on the sofa with the TV off?
And last and most importantly: I could not move a muscle. Well, ok, I could move my eyes and look around, but the rest of my body was frozen solid.
Just when I was about to panic, a guy stepped into my field of vision from the side and said: “Don’t panic!”
Surprisingly, I did not panic. At least not fully. Somewhere deep in my mind, something panicked. But most of me kept cool and waited for something to happen.
The guy looked very smart and meticulously taken care of: Perfectly tailored formal suit, expensive shoes and watch, every individual hair in place, even a hanky tucked in his breast pocket. Body and face were unremarkable. In way they were remarkable unremarkable. I wouldn’t even be able to describe him to the police: “Some guy in a nice suit.”...
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| Reading time | 2 hours, 56 minutes |
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