"Sammy, I know I've never used you for something like this before on purpose, but I really need a helping hand right now. It means a lot that you're willing to do this, despite knowing how stinky my feet can get sometimes." Shannon said caringly down to your flattened form.
"Wait, what?" You thought to yourself, "She hadn't told you what she needed you for yet at all, but it seems like in her ditzy thought process she assumed that she already had. Just then you felt your flattened, pancake like form grabbed and stretched length wise until you looked more like a tan, oblong shape. Shannon just smiled down at you as she walked to her closet, opening it up. She held you unceremoniously hanging in her left hand as you watched her right hand grab a pair of fashionable yet obviously well worn heels. She placed both you and the heels on the ground next to each other, your face looking up at your mother. You could merely watch as Shannon reached into her left heel and pulled out a paper-thin, oblong piece of material out. She flashed it to you, giggling slightly as your eyes went wide upon seeing it. You realized that this was the insole of her favorite pair of heels, something that you had been well-acquainted with over the years.
Never once had it been on purpose, but countless times you and this insole had worked in tandem to support your mother's smelly, large, left foot as she went about her day. But now it seemed like your partner had seen much better days, as the originally tan object was now completely gray, covered in a combination of fuzz, sweat, and miscellaneous gunk, as well as having a large tear right down the center. You glanced from the insole, to yourself, and noticed you and it had the exact same shape. You mentally cried, putting two and two together as you finally understood the situation. Shannon threw the old insole into a nearby trash, looking down at you and smiling.
"Thanks again, Sammy, this is so great. I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to wear my favorite heels today, but thanks to you I can! I'm glad you're finally okay with doing stuff like this. You know I never want to cause you any discomfort, but sometimes I have problems that only your special set of skills can fix! I promise I'm going to wear you straight to the store and buy a replacement insole so you don't have to deal with my stinky feet for too long!" Shannon concluded her short speech to you with a giggle as she lowered your body towards her heel. Upon reaching the entrance you felt a wave of warm, funky air waft out and smack you directly in the face. You had dealt with your mother's feet accidentally many times, but you never quite got used to how nasty they could get. Quickly, you were lowered into the dark, dank cavern and pushed all the way towards the toes. From what little you could see you figured out that your face was looking upward, right where the ball of her foot would go, and you could do nothing about it other than accept your fate. Shannon adjusted you slightly by squishing your sides before smirking.
The small amount of light you could see out the top of her shoe was blocked by her face as she said, "Look, a perfect fit! You're the best son ever, Sammy" and blew you a quick kiss. Shannon then dropped you to the ground and you trembled, awaiting your fate. In mere moments the small amount of light leaking into your prison was eclipsed by Shannon's huge, bare foot. She could have at least done you the courtesy of wearing socks or something, but that idea had completely slipped her mind. Her foot filled every remaining millimeter of the space inside the shoe, completely obliterating you under its weight. Shannon adjusted her shoe, twisting her foot repeatedly and then ending with three short stomps on the ground to get the fit just right. It then hit her that she had stomped directly onto you! Shannon grimaced sheepishly and said, "Shoot, sorry Sammy. Won't happen again." You were far too crushed beneath her tremendous weight to hear even a single word of what she said, but it made Shannon feel a bit better. She then put her right heel on, noting that her actual insole was so much less comfortable than her son was before giggling and shaking her head at the thought.
Shannon strolled out of the house, shouting to Stacy that she was going out for a bit before closing the door to her house. She did feel a bit bad about using her son like this, but she knew he was okay with it in the end, and based on how great it made her feel, he couldn't be suffering too much, right?
Deep down in the shoe you were being tortured. Shannon was by nobody's definition a large woman, but being tall and curvaceous meant that she carried a surprising amount of weight on her body. All of this weight at this moment, was bearing down on your diminutive, insole-shaped form. With every step your body get flattened worse, moreover as Shannon hopped in her car and began driving to the mall the temperature inside her heel skyrocketed as well. This meant the sole of her foot began sweating profusely, covering your body with a slick sheen. You mentally cried, wondering how you let yourself get into this situation as more and more sweat and gunk drained onto your body. All of your senses were being assaulted and you could do nothing about it, but after an undetermined amount of time your felt the pressure on your body lift immensely! A moment later the foot that you had become so acquainted with lifted off of you and light leaked into your prison yet again.
Shannon had arrived at the shoe store, loving the short walk she had to make from her parking spot. She sat down on a bench and an employee quickly approached her, asking, "What can I help you with today, miss?"
Shannon looked at each of her well-worn heels and pondered for a moment, almost like she was forgetting something. She knew she had to replace one of her insoles, but as she pulled each of them out of her shoe it looked like the choice was obvious. The insole on her right shoe was pretty much ruined, on the brink of tearing, while the insole she pulled out of her left shoe looked practically brand new! She scratched her head, feeling like that should remind her of something...
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