Instead of placing you at her feet like you expect, Batgirl grabs one of her boot and brings it closer to you.
“Barbara what are you…?” You start to ask.
“You like my feet right? Why don’t I let you spend some personal time alone with them?”
You realize what she has in mind. “Wait Barbara…I don’t know about this. You might accidentally hurt me like that.”
“Nah…you’ll be fine. You should be able to handle it.” She pauses for a second thinking briefly. “Though I can’t guarantee you’ll be too comfortable in there” She admitted. “It is a lot of pressure.”
“What?!!!!”
Your friend just smiles mischievously as she slowly dangles you over the opening of one of her yellow boots.
“Hey!! Barbara? Are you listening to me? Hello? Batgirl…?” You say getting more and more nervous as your friend’s smiles seems to be getting wider and wider.
She winks at you as she opens her hand dropping you. “Have fun little guy!”
You crash against the inside of Batgirl’s boots with a thud. It doesn’t hurt much because Barbara’s insoles are pretty soft. Apparently they are really good at absorbing impact. You also can feel how damp and hot it is. Noticing a huge sweaty footprint of Batgirl’s foot ingrained in the insole. You realize that she must wear these boots a lot. You cough as the intensified scent of Batgirl’s feet overwhelms your sense of smell. It’s seems like it’s completely part of the atmosphere there. You’re barely given any chance to adjust to your new environment when the ground begins to boot is suddenly lifted several feet into the air. You look up to see Barbara’s giant face watching you with an amused expression.
“So how do you like it in there?” She teases. “This is one of my favorite pairs of boots. They’re really comfortable but they’re probably not in the best condition. You can probably tell that crime-fighting really works up a sweat.”
You nod your head vigorously in agreement causing her to giggle.
She grins. “Well you probably should make yourself comfortable because you’re about to find out what being my insole is like.”
You shiver at the idea but before you can respond Barbara places her boot on the ground. In a couple of seconds, you see Batgirls red painted toenails slowly enter into the boot. You realize that you don’t have much time to decide what position you want to be in. You’re rough half the size of Batgirl’s foot so once it places itself over you, you’ll be forced to remain in whatever position you were in until Batgirl takes her boots off.
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