"Might as well start at the top as well. I'm sorry babe, but it looks like you're going to be my insole for our day with the girls. We're going to play basketball in the park today." Olivia said while affectionately stroking your thong-shaped body.
"Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that!" Mackenzie responded, being genuine for once. She was so caught up in her evil machinations to torture you that she forgot about their actual plans. She smiled deeply, partly because she was genuinely excited to play basketball, but mostly due to the sheer torture that Olivia's idea would unwittingly inflict on you.
You cried mentally and cursed Mackenzie simultaneously. You never understood why she seemed content with this life of harboring a secret love for Olivia and consistently torturing you. But sadly with your stature as well as the closeness of her and Olivia's friendship, there was no changing that.
Moreover, your spirits sunk even lower when you processed the fact that you were going to be your girlfriend's insole while she played basketball. If there was one activity that you didn't want to be within 50 feet of Olivia during, it would be basketball. The reason was, with both Olivia and Mackenzie growing up to be on the taller end of the spectrum at 5'10", it was only natural that they were recruited to play their fair share of sports. Basketball, volleyball, tennis; pretty much any sport that required a bit of height to succeed at they both played. But basketball specifically, was the one they took the most seriously. Back in highschool, before you even met Olivia, they formed the backbone of their school team. Olivia, being the clumsier and ditsier of the two, had to rely on her sizeable assets to win. While Mackenzie would use her basketball smarts and lean physique to dominate the court. Olivia showed you some old videos of those days once before, and it was extremely impressive you had to admit.
However no matter how impressive those skills were, you knew they would be doubly as torturous to act as your girlfriend's insole while she demonstrated them. A fact that you tragically knew from experience, from a number of times You desperately tried to wriggle and tell Olivia to NOT do this. Even if she did have to use you in all of those horrible forms that she read out loud, she could at LEAST form you into something that would not be directly underneath her sweaty, smelly feet, supporting all 165 pounds of her curvaceous body. But, of course, you had not reformed anywhere near enough to voice your concerns. And Olivia merely shot you a sympathetic look before beginning to untie the knots that your limbs were tied into to keep you in thong-form. Once you popped free your body fell into a loose, yet still flattened sheet, almost like a cloth, ready to be manipulated. She then laid you on the kitchen table next to her and skipped back into your room to grab her basketball shoes. Mackenzie took the moment alone with you to blow you a knowing kiss and a wink. She then returned to her room as well, leaving your flattened body alone entirely in the kitchen.
Both women returned about 10 minutes later, you had been trying your hardest to reform at least your mouth to try and talk Olivia out of this insane situation. But sadly, an entire night being chewed up and sweated all over by your girlfriend's canyon-like asscrack had left you quite worse for wear. Mackenzie came in first, wearing loose shorts that may very well have been from the girls' highschool uniform with a white tee. Olivia walked out of your room with a much skimpier white tank top and skin tight biker shorts. Despite everything your jaw mentally dropped upon seeing your beautiful girlfriend. You only wished that you were going to be able to enjoy seeing her in that outfit. But of course, you were going to be crushed inside of her shoes instead.
"Okay, here we go." Olivia said reluctantly, placing her basketball shoes that she was carrying in her hand onto the table beside you. The well-worn leather indicated years of continued use, even though Olivia and Mackenzie had not played on a competitive team since highschool. She reached into her left shoe and grunted a bit before ripping out an alarmingly beaten up insole. The sole shaped object had been flattened to paper and parts of it were ripping off entirely.
“Oof, I actually did need a replacement for these” Olivia said instinctively, before her eyes shot open wide and she looked back at you, “Not that you’re the replacement, Andy! I just mean as soon as this stupid license thing is figured out I will need a more, uhh permanent replacement.” Olivia grimaced as she felt like every word that she spoke on the topic was just getting more offensive to you. Which, even though it was unintentional, was the case.
“Alright, babe, I’ll take you out at the end of the day when we get home. I’m sorry again, this CTC and usage license stuff is so complicated and confusing but we are going to figure it out and get everything back to normal eventually! Just hang in there until then.” Olivia said a bit nervously while grabbing your still flattened body off of the table beside her. Mackenzie looked over her shoulder with a look of glee on her face. While Olivia’s constant reassurance that she still loved you as a person more than an object annoyed her slightly, she hoped that a few weeks of nearly nonstop usage of you would slowly begin to change that. Olivia then clasped her hands together, mashing your spread out, flattened body into a ball shape once more, before placing the used insole that she had just removed from her shoe onto the table beneath you. She then lowered you onto the fabric and you felt your body compress onto the beaten down, smelly fabric. She then spread you out over the material until the edges of your body lined up perfectly with it, then peeling you off of the fabric beneath you and setting it aside. The fact that you could see Olivia’s guilty face looking down at you meant that your face must have ended up on the topside of your new insole-form, of course. Olivia then lifted you up and lowered you into the awaiting high top sneaker, casting you into near complete darkness other than the skylight of light that your girlfriend’s gargantuan feet would soon fill up. You cried as she had not even begun wearing the shoes yet, but the years of accumulated sweat had left a permanent odor that you were already experiencing.
Olivia shook her head one last time, saddened by what she was forced to do to you, before grabbing both shoes and placing them on the floor beneath her. She took a breath and lowered her tube-socked feet into each shoe, starting with the right before reluctantly sliding the shoe over her left. Immediately, as much as she hated to admit it, she felt the remarkable difference between standing on top of you and standing on top of her beaten, regular insole. As she stood up and got her whole weight under her, the difference only became more noticeable. She shook her head though, knowing that no matter how comfortable you were, she would always prefer you to be her boyfriend instead of an object for her to use.
You, immediately, were in hell. The harsh cotton of Olivia’s white tube sock settled itself over every inch of your body, with your face being smashed the hardest under the ball of her foot. The heat of her foot began to radiate through the fabric and onto your entire body as well, and she hadn’t even taken a step yet. You could only mentally whimper as you braced yourself for the horrific day to come.
The two girls quickly packed up water bottles, sunscreen, and grabbed a basketball out of the closet before hopping in the car and driving to the local park. They were going to meet two more of their close friends from their high school basketball team, Angelina and Marina. Coincidentally they had moved to the same area after college and the girls were excited to knock the rust off of their basketball skills together. Olivia was noticeably uncomfortable at the start of the drive, but soon enough once Mackenzie put on an old playlist of their highschool favorites, her mood started to shift and her excitement to play began to shine through. Mackenzie smiled even more. If she couldn’t get Olivia to feel good about using you, then getting her to forget about you for the time being would be good enough for the time being.
The two girls got to the park and parked, walking towards the nearby full sized court where Angelina and Marina sat down stretching, crowded around some sort of smaller construction off to the side, about the size of a sheet of printer paper. When Olivia and Mackenzie got closer, they noticed that it was actually a tiny-sized area built just for guys! There was a miniature basketball court, some outdoor calisthenics equipment, and even a tiny playground, most likely for young tinies as well.
“Hey Liv and Mack!” Angelina called out before standing up. She took one last look at the tinies playing on the court beside her before saying, “good luck with the game, boys” and walked towards the two, with Marina following behind.
“Hey Angelina and Marina! It’s so good to see you!” Olivia said back as the four women exchanged hugs, beginning to catch up a bit before playing.
In the depths of insole hell, you could barely hear what was going on in the real world. But you did manage to hear the names Angelina and Marina, recalling the two close friends of your girlfriend and housemate. You breathed a bit of a sigh of relief, because you knew that neither of these two girls were as cruel as Mackenzie could be.
Angelina was a towering 6’2” woman, who had always wished for a tiny that would be willing to be used by her. But despite that she would never stoop to the level of forcing one to do so.
Marina was relatively short, compared to the girls present at least, standing at 5’7”. But she did find tinies getting squished rather hilarious.
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