Tim felt the tingle shoot through his insole shaped body and wondered what it was, unaware his sister-in-law had just sealed his fate as a shoe insole. her desire to keep him underfoot was so strong it was keeping him stuck in this shape, if she didnt have a stronger desire they he would likely stay this way forever. if his wife had a stronger desire to find him and was closer to him than her sister, it would over-rule the wish and allow him to reform, but what chance did he have of that with Monica having her foot pressed down on his body each time she saw his wife.
he felt her toes scrunch against him, tasting their musty sweaty scent as they rubbed against him. all he could do is watch as the mammoth size toenails hovered over his form, threatening to scratch him. her skin rubbing mercilessly against him, Monica clearly had no problem treating him like a normal insole. things looked bad for tim. he had no way of communicating, her desires were keeping him entirely inanimate in her shoe, the smell of her feet soaked into his body and all around him, while barely escaped the shoe, smelt like a putrid swamp to him. unable to escape his prison or the smell Tim tried to block out everything. unfortunatly for him, he could no more do that than close his eyes or block his nose.
suddenly, her toes came off him and he saw her smirking down at her shoe. her voice bellowed down to his tiny form "well im off to bed Tim, or should i just call you insole from now on? time to go out in the hall with the other insoles!" she laughed to herself and picked up the shoes, he saw the ceiling and parts of the walls as she swung them casually, walking out into the hallway, he saw the curtains of her hallway and realised you were about to go into the shoe rack she kept by the door. as she slipped him in all he could see was the wooden shelf above him, she mockingly waved goodbye over the shoe before he heard her footsteps thudding away up the stairs to her bedroom. once more he tried thinking "change back, change back" but it wouldnt work, her desire would always overpower his own.
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