'I'VE GOT IT.' She said and snatched you up between her fingers, bringing you to her giant face. 'I HAVE TO GO TO THE GYM TODAY.' She explained, letting her breath from hre giant mouth wash over you. 'AND YOU'RE GOING TO COME WITH ME AND KEEP MY FEET FEELING NICE AND RELAXED. I HAVE TO DO A LOT OF RUNNING AND MY CURRENT INSOLES AREN'T REALLY HOLDING UP TOO WELL.' She snickered as she said this and you felt a deep sense of dread in your gut - you had a feeling you knew where you would end up. 'SO, CAN YOU GUESS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO YOU, MY LITTLE PET? I'S SURE YOU'VE GUESSED, BUT I'LL EXPLAIN IT FOR YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO BECOME ONE OF MY INSOLES WHILE I WORK OUT. YOU ARE GOING TO SUPPORT MY HUGE, PRETTY FEET, SOAK UP ALL IT'S STINKY SWEAT AND BREATH IN ITS WONDERFOUL ODOUR. WON'T THAT BE NICE?' She was grinning evily as she said this, clearly enjoying it. And, as much as you were petrified, a part of you was tingling with excitment.
'THAT TAKES CARE OF ONE OF MY PRETTY FEET, I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO FIND SOMEBODY ON THE WAY WHO CAN BE BENEATH MY OTHER ONE. NOW, GET READY TO BE MY INSOLE LITTLE BOY.'
With that, you feel you're world go hazy and you black out, waking up in complete darkness, and the strong smell of your Aunty's feet. You knew straight away where you were.
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Happy that her nephew was now trapped as the insole for her training shoe, she picked up her bak (containing said shoes and her training gear) and walked from the house. As she walked to her car she saw a teenager boy (about 16) cycling past on a bike. With no more than a thought he vanished and the bike fell. She then got in her car, happy with her two new insoles, one of which would be permanent, and got into her car, driving to the gym.
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Finally you saw light, and looking up the giant figure of your Aunty Ann. You saw more clearly now and knew you were looking out of her old sneaker. She shot you s mile and you saw her huge, white sock clad foot lift up high above you. She wiggled her toes as it lowered. Soon you felt the foots immense weight as it settled on you, pressing the air from you. Before you knew it the shoe was fastened and she was walking, her sweeping footsteps dictating when you drew an foot odour-filled breath.
Soon the footsteps became heavier and more rapid and you knew she was running. The force of her footslams flattened your spongy body and the heat grew to an intense level. The smell increased too, the overpowring stink of her feet enveloping you, overpowering you and even exciting you. You were truely at the mercy of her giant, pretty feet.
On and on this went, your giant Aunty Ann wasking and running on your helpless body. Flattening you, forcing her footsweat and footsmell into you, forcing you to soak it up. You were truely nothing more than a toy to her big, mature feet. But what was next?
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