Chapter #4Supportive Son by: Hectic   "Sorry, I tried for something less involved but your mom really wants a gummy insole for the week" Chelsea said grimly to you. "I tried to convince her into getting something looser like a blouse, as well as something she wouldn't use every day, but her mind was kinda set already. Turns out she took out the insoles in her favorite sneakers yesterday to let the smell out a little, but couldn't seem to find the left one when she came back to them."
"What!? An insole was the best option you could get, Chelsea?! Do you understand how smelly my mom's old shoes are!?" You were a bit annoyed with Chelsea's handling of the situation. While you had accepted the fact that you would be getting squished in this new line of work, you didn't expect your first assignment to be sharing a shoe with your mother's notoriously pungent feet. Plus, she didn't even know it was going to be her son under her left foot the entire week so there was no chance of her taking it easy on you.
"Sorry John, I don't know what to tell you. I already said yes for you soooo....." Chelsea drifted off without finishing her sentence as you looked up and saw her gigantic foot, dwarfing you underneath its shadow, "we probably shouldn't keep her waiting, ya know?" As Chelsea finished her statement so matter-of-factly, her foot effortlessly squished your diminutive, 1 foot stature with tremendous force. She grimaced a bit as she felt your body squish under her sole and between her toes a bit. No matter how many times she squashed you it always felt a little strange feeling your gummy form contour and flatten to the body part she stomped you with. She lifted her foot and saw your face looking up sadly at her. "Haha, you always look like a little cartoon when you get squished. It's pretty funny. But hey nice work! You look like an insole pretty much immediately!" Chelsea finished saying and flipped to show you yourself in the mirror. You had to agree with her, your body flattened out under her large sole exactly the way she wanted it to. Just then Chelsea realized something,
"Oh shit, wait we can't give you to her with your face like this. She'll recognize her own son immediately." Chelsea said worriedly, trying to think of a solution. As she did she began to nonchalantly toss you up and down in her hands, forgetting you were the insole she was holding briefly. After a few more moments of thinking, a lightbulb clicked on in her brain. "I got it!" she exclaimed as she set you down. She returned in a moment with a makeup bag as she roughly picked you up again. You saw Chelsea grab a large brush and package of tan foundation. Soon enough she looked at you and said, "No turning back now" and began brushing all over your face. In a few quick moments a large smile grew on her face as she flipped you around to face the mirror yet again. You weren't entirely sure how you retained your sense of sight underneath all this makeup but what you saw in the mirror was horrifying. You looked exactly like a tan insole. There wasn't a trace of human left visible. Mentally you applauded Chelsea's work but at the same time you feared for the suffering that was coming next. On cue Chelsea set down her makeup and walked back into the living room where your family was hanging out.
"Here you go, Madison! One gummy left shoe insole, yours to use!" Chelsea said happily to your mother as handed you over. You looked up at your mother and saw her eyes light up. She was evidently very excited to replace the missing insole, obviously unaware that her replacement was her only son! Quickly she slipped off her worn out left sneaker and held you over it. Your sense of smell was immediately assaulted as you felt the warm, pungent odor pierce your nostrils. You had no time to process this assault as your mom roughly slammed your body into her shoe. In a split second you deeply regretted your choice of business venture, but there was nothing you could do about it now. For the next week you were basically wouldn't be a human being anymore. You were quite literally an object whose only purpose was to provide support to your giantess (in comparison to you) mother's foot. As you were growing accustomed to the dank, thick, smelly environment that would be your temporary home, the small bit of light shining through was blocked out. In its place lay the 5 wiggling toes of your mother's left foot. You mentally gulped as her car sized foot slid into her shoe, feeling the already cramped space get even tighter. The sole of her foot settled right on your covered up face as her toes wiggled happily. You felt your body contour to every line of her foot, adjusting to be a perfect fit immediately. Briefly you took a moment to pause and think about the fact that you really were perfect for this line of work, almost like it was your destiny to be an item rather than a person. You shook off these morbid thoughts though as you heard your mother exclaim, albeit muffled from your perspective.
"Wow this is absolutely incredible. It feels perfectly broken in yet supportive at the same time! It even feels like it's absorbing my foot's sweat immediately! I love it!" your mother was thoroughly impressed by her new insole. She never knew just how effective gummy material was! Just then she continued, "This is so amazing, I think I need to replace my right shoe's insole with one as well! You have to have some more gummy material right?!"
Chelsea's eyes widened and she began to sweat, trying to think on her feet.
"Well, uhh about that Madison..."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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