I plunged my key into the lock and turned it as I pushed my way into my apartment. I immediately flicked on the lights as I kicked my shoes off by the door. I sulked into my living room and plopped down onto the couch. I checked my phone again to see if my friend had responded to anything I had sent him. I had no notifications from anyone so I shifted my attention onto the tv to try to forget yet another horrible date.
After flipping through the channels, I found something that sounded okay and while watching it I began to go over the night in my head. Immediately when I had sat down I noticed she was much different than her misleading picture online had led me to believe. She was at least 20-30 pounds heavier than her old picture, and while most would easily describe her as beautiful I knew what I wanted. From there she went on and babbled about her life and honestly a lot of what she said sounded crazy. The date went south from there as she could tell I wasn’t paying attention to a word she was saying. When she asked me, what was wrong I had to be honest because that is who I am. I want someone who looks so perfect that we could turn heads immediately whenever we entered the party. Superficial as it sounds I work hard to look as good as I do and I know what I deserve because I am amazing. The worst part about the date was she left in tears and stuck me with the check without even giving me the chance to throw her one as a little charity.
An explosion on the tv distracted me from my self-wallowing as I began to get absorbed into what was on TV and forgetting all about my crappy evening. I watched for a long time before someone jolted me out of my viewing by knocking on my door. Puzzled I got up and made my way to the door peering around the frame as I slowly opened it. I worked my way up from her black flats moving up to the black leggings and blue flower dress that perfectly displayed her flawless curves and ample breasts. I looked up at her face which had formed into a permanent scowl surrounded by flowing read hair. As I met her gaze I realized I couldn’t remember my dinner dates name so I just started with “what?”
“you’re not going to invite me in?” she snarked at me as she somehow started to look even angrier. “Fine come on in…” I said as I gestured her inside figuring she was hoping to take advantage of my good nature and have herself a good night to my dismay. She entered inside and went towards the living room looking around with judging eyes. “Look just because you’re not my type doesn’t mean I don’t see that you are at least cute. I know why you’re here and as long as you are gone by the morning I am a good enough person to let you have your fun.” I expressed to her attempting to ease the tension.
“you think that is why I am here?? I would nev.. y-you disgust me.” She choked out through the rage her green eyes glaring holes into me. “Then Why?” I barely got out when she kept going. “You really think so highly of yourself that you didn’t even listen when I told you about what I do. I am a scientist and I would probably have been exactly what you wanted before I started on my current project. I came here because you are right I have twenty pounds to lose and I also need volunteers to test out my newest research. You are going to help me with both!” when she was finished I was so focused on trying to figure out what she was talking about I didn’t even see her remove the taser from behind her and push it into my side. My world instantly went dark as I crumbled to the floor.
My body felt completely stiff and slightly off as I came back too looking up at a ceiling from somewhere on the floor. I attempted to get up but I realized that I had absolutely no ability to move any part of my body. I figured it was some form of paralysis remaining from the taser as I sat there in my thoughts before the shaking started. The rhythmic shaking continued and as it got stronger it also started to gradually be accompanied by an increasing loud boom. Pretty soon that sound was accompanied by my date, only something was wrong. She looked like a sky scraper standing above me smiling down on me. “You probably are very confused, but don’t worry I’m here to fill you in on what’s going on.” She sang down to me “I have been working on a machine that transfers consciousnesses from people into objects, and we have moved towards the testing phase for the operation. We have been needing test subjects and thankfully you kindly offered yourself for our results. Now since you are under the impression that you are better than me I had to show you just how far below me you really are. Like you said I could stand to lose some weight and that is where you come in.” While she was finishing that last line, she bent down and her hand reached toward me, her fingers the size of trees, gripping into what felt like my mouth and I skyrocketed upwards.
She started to explain as she tilted me to face a mirror. “I dug out my old gym shoes because you are right I need to get back in great shape. Since you were the mastermind behind it I thought you would want to be there to hold me accountable and really push me to get this done. I had your conscious transferred into my sneaker. My left one if it means anything to you.” She giggled as she said the last part. I looked into the mirror and I didn’t want to believe a word she was saying, but I could feel her ginormous fingers holding me upright. The sight before me was terrifying as I could see her in leggings a tight-fitting shirt and her lengthy red hair barely being held behind her head in a ponytail. In her hands were two slightly worn Nike sneakers. They were black with some pink and white edges and you could see in the mouth a slightly worn out Nike symbol with the words running out on the insole of what is apparently me.
“Alright I’m sorry, but like I said you are nothing to me. In fact, that isn’t quite right, You are something to me. You are my left workout sneaker and nothing more. Not even a nice dress shoe or something useful that I would wear on day to day. Just a sneaker I put on to go to the gym and then discard it when you aren’t useful. Now if you are lucky and you do a good job maybe I will use the machine to promote you to my flat or a sock that I may wear more often. If you don’t do your job I may just have to donate you to goodwill. This will be the last time I acknowledge you as normal people don’t go around talking to their shoe. Have fun.” Her words made my blood go Ice cold as I realized everything she said was true and I really couldn’t do anything to stop her. I still have no idea what I could have done to earn this treatment, and I still can’t figure out why she still thinks she can do this to me.
She then lowered her hands taking away my view of my new body and tilting me towards the ground and looking at what was coming. I saw her moving towards a bench with a bunch of lockers and once we got there her grip on me loosened and I plummeted to the ground below. The ground rushed towards me and the impact was brutal and caused me to bounce up and then I landed on my side. I know it’s not completely possible but I actually felt dizzy from the impact and my vision went out for a second before I focused on what was in front of me. I will remember this as the first time I truly saw my tormentors as they came into focus. As she was settling down she had almost stepped on me and coming too right in front of me were 5 wiggling toes each the size of a building. I watched as they continued to wiggle in front of me as there was some commotion before they started to actually advance on me. They entered into my mouth and began to push me, and from the moment they entered I was immediately met with a somewhat faint smell and to my horror taste. I couldn’t believe that my new body had retained all of my senses.
The monstrous toes retreated once I tipped over and I was now looking up at her as she continued to get ready paying no mind to me. She lifted up her right foot and she brushed off the bottom of her sole before her ginormous hand came down and grabbed my twin. She lifted up the shoe and shimmied it onto her foot and to my horror she did so wearing no socks. “Amanda hurry up let’s go class is about to start.” I heard someone yelling into the room. My captor glanced up and returned with “Coming!” Her gaze then turned to me as her hand came down and picked me up. Her other hand reached inside of me and grabbed the roof of my mouth and yanked it up. With my mouth as wide as possible I began to move closer and closer towards her foot. Her toes scraped into my mouth and as they pushed in further I discovered my taste buds lined the inside of the sole. While it seemed like a quick process her foot finally filled my entire body and as her hands let go of me she then shoved me towards the ground. The impact was like nothing else I had felt to this point and her whole foot wriggled against me as it settled in. She then grabbed onto my shoe strings which was unique feeling and she began to tie them together.
Since Learning my captors name I had been shouting Amanda’s name doing anything I could to try and get her to stop. I tried to prepare myself but there really is no mind set to prepare yourself for a giant to fully step on you. My whole body ached as Amanda rose up to her monstrous heights and her foot smothered me with warm foot flesh that had the feint aroma of sweat. Her heel started to lift as her toes dug into me as she began her first step. The swinging through the air was nauseating and it was worse that it was followed by her entire foot slamming me into the hard floor.
The walking seemed to only last a few minutes before she stepped up and her pace quickened and quickened and she began to jog. My entire body was taking a pounding as her foot continued to push me into the ground over and over. It didn’t take but a few steps before the shoe began to heat up which accompanied a slight odor and a horrific taste. She continued her torture of me for what felt life forever. During the course of her workout it continued to get hot in her shoes and occasionally she would give me a break and rest only to continue punishing me. After what felt like years of my life gone, in reality probably only an hour, I felt my body push up against another object and then I felt her bare sweaty toes on my outside and the foot I was holding began to retreat from my body. I looked up as the very red bottom of the foot retreated and then left my view as I stared up at a giant and sweat soaked Amanda. She rose up and began removing her clothing dropping her extremely sweaty shirt on top of me covering my view.
It remained that way until the shirt was lifted and a freshly showered Amanda took the shirt and threw it to the side. Her fingers snaked their way into my mouth and I was lifted quickly and moved over towards where she had thrown the shirt. I was lowered into a workout bag and I was cast into darkness as Amanda zipped up the bag. I then felt as she lifted the bag up and carried it to her vehicle where I was thrown in and forgotten about. I heard the radio and Amanda singing to a Taylor Swift song for a few minutes before everything went silent and to my dismay my prison wasn’t moved. I was then left in complete darkness and silence to stew in the smell and taste that still covered my entire body and showed no sign of fading.
I could hear a few times that Amanda used her car still leaving me discarded in her gym bag. I originally thought her workout was the worst thing I had ever experienced but as I was left here for days in the dark with only my thoughts and the unfading remnants of Amanda’s last workout still dominating my every sense. This was the lowest experience of my life as I was just sitting here waiting to be tortured underfoot again. I was using my empty time to reflect on my poor life choices, questioning if this may have been my fault and not just Amanda being crazy. As I was coming to the conclusion that there was no way I could be at fault for this I heard a door opening and it finally happened as my bag was lifted.
I was jostled around in darkness before I felt the bag drop and I bounced around a little. After I settled from the drop my whole world was flooded with the brightest light imaginable. Before I could even regain vision, her massive fingers were intruding into the bag and lifting me and my counterpart out of the bag and dropping us down to the floor. As my vision started to come back I was looking up at the ginormous Amanda as she was finishing pulling down her shirt. She then sat down on the bench and hoisted up her foot on to her knee. To my surprise she had light blue ankle sock in her hand and she pulled it tightly around her foot. She then reached down for me, still paying no attention to me at all, and why would she I was just a sneaker only useful for keeping her foot company.
The sock soared at me intruding its way into my mouth as Amanda continued to get ready for her workout. The sock scraped its way inside as it pushed up against my inside brining its horrible taste a long with it. I could tell immediately that this wasn’t a clean sock as it finished its path of filling me and she immediately drove me into the ground. She drove me into the ground for a brief period while she put her other shoe one eventually placing her full weight on me as she stood up.
I prepared myself for her to start running as she made her way into the gym from the locker room. Instead of her speeding up she actually stopped and rested her foot in my face. Her foot, to my dismay was already warm and dripping through the sock, was wiggling inside me while she stood there. After a bit her foot drove me into the ground harder than she ever have and then it pulled me a long as the monstrous foot pulled me up into the air. As Amanda reached the peak of her jump I had the horrible realization that when something her size goes up it comes back down. The sweaty socked covered foot that had peeled away from me during the jump reconnected as we began our decent down. The weight being shoved into me was beyond any pain I thought I would be able to feel and still remain conscious. Obviously being a shoe, I had no limits just pain and torture for me as my wearer dictated everything. To my horror after being crashed into the ground the foot immediately pushed back upwards and she continued this absolute torture for what had to be hours.
When Amanda was done jumping I was tortured with her standing again as she must be taking a break. Her break ended when she started to do something that led to her being on only her toes and me being stretched beyond the sole of her foot. It was a weird feeling for her to be stretching and bending me that way as she finished her workout. When she was done bending me around the curve of her soaked sole, she began to walk again. I felt that same familiar feeling of her sweaty toes applying pressure to some place near my back. This was followed by her Immense foot scraping out of my body as she removed me. To my shock her wearing socks actually was horrible as shreds of the socks hung behind providing me with so much more taste and smell of Amanda then before. As her foot retreated it went immediately up to its owner as Amanda’s giant fingers hooked around her ankle and peeled away her sweat soaked sock.
I believe I saw the faintest recognition from her in the form of a slight smirk as she bent back down towards me and the light slowly faded. The sock that previously been covering my bully was now slowly being guided into the opening of my mouth. Amanda shoved her used sock into my mouth and cut off all light sources as my other senses went into overdrive. This sock which was still dripping from the workout brought with it a horrible new taste that would absolutely never diminish. I then felt as she repeated the same as last time as she discarded me into her gym bag and I was thrown into backseat of her car again.
I head the familiar sound of her singing along to the radio and then oddly the sound of her door opening while the car stayed on. After a brief moment the door closest to me opened and I could feel as my bag was jostled rapidly and the contents along with me bounced around as the person continued along quickly. It felt like forever as Amanda’s sweaty gym clothes surrounds the outside of me and her socks continued to dominate my every sense of being. The only good thing this rapid movement brought about was the sock slimed its way out of me and into the air into the bag leaving me with some vision of my dark container.
I was thrown down as I heard the actually people talking outside of my bag, but I began to be confused as to what exactly was happening. It wasn’t long before light began to pear in eventually calming down to reveal a man a female who I didn’t recognize. “Shit, hopefully the stuff is better than it’s smells do you see a wallet?” the male reeled back after opening it discussing it with the female. “ummm… Here!!” She got excited as her ginormous fingers entered and clawed onto the wallet that Amanda had left in here with me. The female then backed up a little bit as she began to hunt through Amanda’s wallet. “What is the Zay Science Institute…” The female murmured reading off a business card as I quickly realized as the dirty giant peered in at me and the stuff that had been stolen and part of that included me. That was one of the first times I truly felt like I really was just a shoe as I was now just property.
The male shoved his massive hand in and I was thrown to the side as he retrieved his prize, pulling Amanda’s watch out into the fresh air. Thankfully the male being bored with the contents that remained moved onto something else outside the bag. That hope was dashed as the female then looked in on the bag and her eyes seemed to lock in on me. This female with blonde ratty hair was probably in her younger 20’s and was a pretty big girl. She was a very scary looking girl and she dressed in a way that made you want to stay clear of her. I didn’t have that option as her sausage fingers clawed into me and hoisted me up out of the bag. “Hey, it wasn’t all worthless I could use a new pair of shoes! What do you think the odds I have the same size feet as that small little thing?” She shouted towards the male who had departed. Her ginormous face came into view as she peered inside of me and manhandled my body upward so she could get a better look. I felt helpless and insignificant as she investigated. “9..” She mumbled under her breath “That is a little small, but we may as well see.” I was horrified as her fingers took a new position of widening my mouth open as she lowered me towards the floor.
My disgust for what this 300 plus pound women was doing was only intensified as I watched her discard a pair of sneakers that were covered in grime and holes. She lifted up her foot showing the bottom of what once a light green sock as could be seen in small patches but was now very dark green and brown in most other parts of the sock. To my horror I could already smell her foot as soon as it escaped from the other shoe. She wasted no time in introducing me to ginormous foot as her socked covered foot splashed down transferring bottomless amounts of sweat and dirt as she jammed it into my body. She settled her foot in and I could definitely tell I was a little to small as I felt like I was going to burst from the scene made worse when she started wriggling her behemoth toes around stretching me out even more.
As if the torture wasn’t enough she decided to really test me out and she stood up to her full weight and it was more than I have ever experienced. Her foot shoved me further into the ground as she started to walk creating large booms that I was on the bottom end of as she took several steps. As if she knew I thought it was the worst it could be she decided to bounce upon her toes leaving part of me to withstand all that she had to offer. Her testing was interrupted as a large bang filled the room and lots of shouting took place.
I had a hard time understanding all of the shouting by the people but I was able to finally get one word that was repeated over and over “police.” My captor was forced down to her knees and taken in, but unfortunately it was all done with me being still on her. I had to withstand the pressure of her foot as she was walked around and sat in the cop car. Once there being as nervous as she was she was fidgeting with me driving me into my other shoe counterpart and her toes wriggling so fiercely I was positive she was going to rip me.
When she got to the jail was the time I was finally free from her disgusting foot as the guard removed me. I was then lifted up as a beautiful young Latina guard took me into her hands and her face floated above me as her fingers which were hidden behind a pair of gloves began to prod me and search my body. After she was certain there was nothing in me I was thrown down on the counter and I was put with the rest of the stuff for the fat girl who had stolen me. I was happy to be rid of her, but I only wish I could get rid of the taste and smell she had surrounded me in.
I shouldn’t be but I was almost happy to be returned to Amanda. If I have to be a shoe at least let it be for someone other than whoever that last girl was…