Once sufficiently satisfied, Zoey took off her heels, slipped back into flats, and headed out of her apartment towards the nightclub she planned to spend the rest of the evening at, heels tucked safely into her purse.
During the drive to the nightclub, you tried to suck in as much fresh air as you could manage, grateful for the reprieve however short lived. Even just a minute under Zoey had been torturous, and you didn't want it to continue a second longer if you could avoid it. But, thanks to the accursed Full Length and that monster, Reagan, enduring more and more of Zoey's feet than you'd ever wanted to be confronted with was exactly what seemed to lie ahead of you.
Sure enough, upon parking in front of the club, Zoey kicked off her flats and squeezed her feet back into her treasured pair of party heels, smiling again at the soft sensation of her squishy new insoles on her bare feet. She stomped her feet a bit to get more comfy (each pound causing you to moan in pain), and then she headed on into the nightclub to enjoy a few hours of drinking, dancing, and trying to forget what Zoey always desperately wanted to forget about.
And so Zoey did just that, your daughter's best friend going to town the entire night, while you suffered all the while.
By the time Zoey (only faintly buzzed, having long since conquered alcohol's hold on her) drove back to her place, you were barely conscious.
Zoey had remained on her feet for the entire night, a feat she often wasn't able to do, but she happily found herself able to now thanks to just how miraculous her new insoles were. Her feet barely ached at all, because your body was absorbing the full brunt of every step she took, every stomp she performed. You were cradling and comforting her delicate foot better than any insole ever had before, and on top of that you had so many other benefits Zoey was grateful for, like how dry and clean you made her feet feel.
Of course, this was due to your stupid, traitorous affected DNA. Your insole-shaped body just kept acting like a sponge, sucking up all of Zoey's sweat and siphoning all of the dirt follicles and grime particles from her smooth skin. Even as the night dragged on and Zoey got sweatier and sweater, your body just kept greedily absorbing it all into yourself, every last awful tasting drop. And your mouth was forced to swallow the most of it, and also some bits of disgusting toejam Zoey had got caught between her digits, forced down your throat as her toes wriggled against you.
It was the worst when Zoey had hit the dance floor, of course. The girl wasn't known as a partier for no reason, and she absolutely tore it up on the floor, getting more and more hyped as the drunk raucous partiers around her cheered her on. And as Zoey got more into it, so too did her steps and stomps grow fiercer and more frequent. It wasn't long before she was repeatedly slamming down upon you, almost like her foot was trying to break your body in how powerfully and violently it slammed upon you.
The most terrible moment came when Zoey got caught up in a twist-and-shimmy dance that had her grinding her feet back and forth. Any outsider would've seen a pretty girl busting a move, but for you, it was a hell like no other. Zoey's grinding foot was causing her heel to tear into your eyes, and the balls of her foot to mangle your crotch. Her full force bore down upon your smashed member, especially as she rose to her tiptoes for a spinning maneuver that left you silently howling in misery as your crotch was reduced to putty, and your eyes crunched into blobs under her heel as she plopped back down after her spin.
So though you theoretically should've been happy when Zoey made it back home and took off her party heels, you were nowhere near conscious enough to think happy thoughts. You were practically catatonic, in fact, and you'd just endured only a single night of partying under your new owner. If you couldn't somehow get free of this nightmare soon, it wouldn't be long before Zoey Reed crushed you into dust both physically and mentally.
A cold mist tickled your body, and you faintly looked up out of the shoe's opening at Zoey's giant face. She'd done a number on your eye, and your vision was even more blurry now, but you could still vaguely make out her smile and some sort of bottle in her hand. Another puff of mist settled onto your body, and a faint fruity smell reached your horribly mashed nose. It was perfume, no doubt what Zoey sprayed to keep her heels from smelling terribly.
Or at least terribly to her. Actually being crammed inside the hellhole that was Zoey's party heels was another thing entirely. It didn't matter how much fruity perfume the girl sprayed, the deepest bowels of her shoe still reeked of ancient sweat and grime, and the pungent fruit stench only congealed with that and became a choking miasma of suffering. You mentally coughed and choked, not able to physically do so thanks to the Full Length, and stared up again at Zoey's face, begging her to recognize you.
Instead, Zoey simply sighed in satisfaction. "Damn fine insoles. Just Jacobs really is the best brand." The girl mused to herself, then she stood up and wandered off to shower and hit the hay. The light far above you, the light of Zoey's closet, flicked off, and you were cast into quiet darkness.
And in that quiet darkness, you could only sob. Stewing in the swamp of sweat and stench within your new owner's shoe, you drifted off into fitful sleep begging for a quick end to this hell.
1) Zoey's got an entire week of parties lined up, and you're in for a long week of constant suffering.
2) Zoey's next party isn't until the weekend, and she's going with Juli. Maybe with your daughter around you'll stand a chance at being noticed and rescued?
3) After sleeping on it, Zoey realizes you actually aren't as amazing an insole as she first thought. Knowing she can't return you to the store, Zoey decides to grab some Full Length solvent to repurpose you and mold you into something else, as she obviously believes you're just simple Tinex! Better hope you can get her attention in the brief window between forms!
4) After sleeping on it, Zoey realizes you actually aren't as amazing an insole as she first thought. Since she knows she can't return you, she just straight up tosses you and your Tinex partner into her trash can, leaving you to rot in the garbage unable to reform!
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