If you were being honest with yourself, this situation you'd found yourself in was one of the worst you'd been in in a very long time. Anything involving Full Length spray was always a bad time, but now you also had to deal with the fact that you'd been molded into an insole and shipped off to some random clothing store without a single soul in the universe knowing where you'd ended up, or even what shape you were in. Hell, the bitch who'd done this couldn't have tracked you down if she wanted to.
But it had been a long time since you'd had this many obstacles figuratively stacked against you. Because of the Full Length, you couldn't move, squirm, twitch, talk, or reform from your insole shape. You were completely a prisoner at the mercy of whoever fate decided to assign as your new owner, and the only way you'd ever escape this misery was if your new owner accidentally doused you in Full Length Solvent, or if Jenna miraculously tracked you down. Neither option sounded plausible, honestly.
And so it was with great fear in your heart that you winced at the blurry light of your box being opened, and the visage of your new owner came into view.
Zoey Reed, Juli's best friend (and obvious object of her crush).
Your heart leapt for joy.
Out of everyone in the universe who could've been your new owner, Zoey was second only to Jenna herself. The girl was a veritable angel, constantly rescuing you from incidents involving your wife and daughters due to how often she hung out around the house. Kind, caring, and effortlessly cool, Zoey was someone you always appreciated seeing. It was a shame how she seemed to be unaware of your daughter's crush on her, but you hoped those two destined lovebirds would get their act together eventually.
As you stared up at Zoey, you felt in your heart that she'd notice you in no time, and that this potentially nightmarish plight would come to a quick end. You'd be saved, Reagan would be brought to justice, and this whole chapter of your life could just be filed away as a quaint little memory.
Those happy thoughts died a bit as Zoey poked your eyeball with her finger, and unknowingly caressed your mangled crotch with her thumb.
"Huh. Yeah, these are hella soft. Should work great." The gigantic purple-haired girl mused aloud softly. She then retracted her hand, snapped the lid of the box shut again, and you felt yourself begin to bounce and sway as she walked off to the register of the clothing store with you in hand.
Of course she didn't notice you on first sight. It would've been foolish to genuinely expect her to be capable of doing so. The machine that had so cruelly molded you into this insole form had tortured your malleable body into a mangled mess that didn't resemble a human at all. You were perfectly insole-shaped, completely with foot-cradling bumps and moldings, and all of your human features had been wiped away. Only one smeared and barely noticeable eye remained, and it had escaped Zoey's gaze. Why would she ever expect store-bought insoles to be a trapped tiny in disguise, after all?
From inside the box you heard the beeping of you and your truly inanimate Tinex partner being scanned and purchased, and your stomach clenched. This wasn't your first experience with being disguised as an object and purchased, but it never made you feel good to know that you were disguised so well that a receipt now practically proved that you were nothing more than an object belonging to an unaffected woman. You stewed with those dark thoughts as Zoey stuffed your box into a bag and spent another hour running errands.
Eventually, your new owner made it back to her apartment, and a second later the top of your box was removed, allowing you to gaze upon the pale pretty girl's gigantic face once more. Yet again, you willed her to notice your one faintly smeared eye, but Zoey's impassive gaze made it clear she was seeing you as nothing more than simple insoles. For once in your life, your typical guardian savior was placed in a position where all her love of saving tinies couldn't combat the impossible disguise you were molded into, and you couldn't even blame Zoey for failing to recognize you.
You could still be sad and scared about it though, and you certainly were as Zoey plucked you from the box and lowered you to the ground.
From the corners of your peripheral vision, you spotted shiny black fabric, and you realized you were being placed inside of Zoey's party heels. You'd seen this same pair of heels thousands of times, Zoey apparently only enjoying wearing this same pair to parties for years. You'd been inside them on occasion before too, usually because of some prank by Juli or some absent-minded mistake on Riley's part. And so when the faint but present smell of perfume-laced dried sweat hit your nostrils, you grimaced in a wave of recalling past crushings.
Every part of your mind wanted you to thrash, squirm, and fight against Zoey, but you were physically incapable of doing any of that. That was perhaps the cruelest thing about Full Length when used on actual affected, in how it completely robbed people like you of all agency and power. Trying to survive the world as a tiny was already an uphill battle of cosmic proportions, and Full Length just made it that much more miserable and impossible. And so you truly could do nothing.
Zoey slotted you into her left high heel, pressing down on your body until you firmly squished into every available gap and inch of space within the dark and mildly rank shoe. Unfortunately, as she pushed and squished your body, her probing fingers ended up accidentally prying your mouth open a smidge. Because of the Full Length that still didn't mean you could talk or anything, but that little gap between your lips (which again would only look like a mild discoloration and not give away your identity, much like your blurry pinprick of an eye) would surely make what was about to happen even more miserable.
True enough, and three minutes later, you saw your doom approaching. As your eyes (or eye, rather) was at the heel of the insole, that allowed you to look up through the opening of Zoey's shoe, spotting the girl herself. Or rather, spotting her towering, toned leg, then her calf, and then finally her bare foot. Soft, smooth, and toes wriggling in anticipation, the girl didn't hesitate before cramming her foot into her shoe, and subjecting you to what you prayed would be the first and last experience of being Zoey Reed's new insole.
A part of your brain was thankful for a few things. One, you knew with 100% certainy that Zoey was a nice and thoughtful girl who would never torment you like this willingly if she knew what she was doing. That made it easier to excuse the situation. Secondly, Zoey wasn't a particularly heavy girl, and that lack of pronounced proportions meant that the weight crushing upon you was far less than if you'd ended up as someone else's insoles, like if you'd ended up bought by your wife, your close friend Sydney, or perhaps Lihua. Those three ladies, and more besides, had a fair bit more heft that would've really given your tiny body hell.
But compared to the bad aspects of your situation, it was a lot more difficult to try and be positive.
The simple truth was that you were still an insole at the end of the day, and the life of an insole sucked. Zoey's weight, though lighter than some of the other outrageously curvy giantesses in your life, was still the full weight of a grown young woman concentrated entirely on your tiny bruised body. Her heel crunched down into your eyes, the balls of her foot dug deep into your crotch, and her toes splayed out along your mouth, her big toe even smudging into your mouth a bit.
The force of Zoey's foot pressing down on you also further compressed and compacted your insole-shaped body, and you could feel yourself being forcibly made to adhere to your new shoe home. The scent of dried sweat intensified, and new sweat freshly congealing along Zoey's foot made its eager way into your every pore and crevice. You let out a silent groan as Zoey's toe further dug itself into your mouth, flecks of dirt picked up by her bare foot forcing their way into your maw.
Zoey then took a few practice steps, getting used to her new insoles, and you couldn't help but whimper in pain. Each simple step for her was pounding hell for you, and you mutely cried out over and over for her to stop, only for your impossible plea to fall on Zoey's blissfully unaware ears. The girl just kept strutting around her apartment, a small smile growing on her beautiful face as she worked her new purchase through its paces. Her old insoles had really needed replacing, and these new ones were comfy as hell. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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