Chris walked into her room, a simple action he ahd done many times before, but this time it brought regret. There sleeping soundly in her bed was his daughter of sixteen years, Sakura. It was only the two of them that lived in this apartment and that could soon be coming to an end. Chris had debts piling up and last month he ahdn't made as much as he was expecting. How could he tell he that they would be soon kicked out of home with nowhere to live.

He decided she deserved at least to get a good nights rest tonight. He returned to the kitchen to ponder over how to tell her. He saw the paper on the table, there must be something in there to give him a clue. They always have bad news, they must know how to soten the blow, he thought. He dug through all of the pages hoping for something, anything. Then something finally caught his eye.

 Top Science Firm Looking for test subject
Earn $10,000 for a weekends work
Must like Women's feet

It seemed curious...but it could be the answer. The last line was incredibly odd, however it was a bonus if anything. Chris had actually always liked women's feet, however he hadn't been able to embrace it since he started taking care for Sakura. There was a number below the ad. It was late but he had to know if they would answer. It would solve everything!

A young female voice answered the phone. "Hello, Transcorp, Yuki speaking."

"Hi...Uh I saw your ad in the paper. I'm very interested." Chris rushed through the words like every second was vital.

"Oh that's great. You read the part about girls feet right? It's very important that that isn't a concern for you." Yuki responded almost playfully.  

"No...not at all. I mean I'm not weird into them or anything but yeah they don't bother me at all!" Chris didn't want to give away that that part almost excited him. 

"Excellent, I'll just need to grab some details and then we can have you in tomorrow to start your treatment." she seemed especially pleased for some reason. Chris was perplexed, for such a large amount they should have much trouble. He proceeded to give her his details and agreed to meet at their lab bright and early tomorrow.

As Chris layed down in bed for the night he had to question just what he had gotten himself into and how it could possible involve female feet. As he drifted off to sleep he dreamed about things he hadn't for years. He woke up in a cold sweat. He could hear Sakura in another part of the house getting ready for school. It gave him the reminder of why he needed to do this. He rushed to get dressed and got out into the kitchen.

"Hey Sakura. I'm going to be out all weekend working, are you going to be fine here?" 

"Oh it's great to hear you got some work dad!" Chris could see the excitement on her face. It was basically what he lived for and he wished he could please her more. "Anyway I have to get to school. I'll see you on monday yeah?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, bye Sakura." Chris was still really nervous. He hadn't really connected well with Sakura, especially since it had been tighter funds wise. Chris checked his watch and realized he needed to be on the road pretty soon as well.

He rushed out the door, jumped into his car and left on his way to Transcorp. 'What a curious name.' 

Chris was anxiously sitting down in the Transcorp waiting room. He still hadn't been given any guidance about what we was going to be doing exactly. He had disovered why he would need to like women's feet however. Throughout the building there was constant diagrams of women's feet. Most seemed to highlight the insole of each shoe the women was wearing, where their weight would press down. Chris had never really thought of the pressure they would have been put through on a daily basis. It certainly felt that he would feel quite uncomfortable walking the halls of this building without being ok with women's feet. Although if that really was the case, why didn't they just get tasteful art, rather than having to get people interested in feet...

Chris' train of mind was broken as a beautiful asian woman entered the room. She was dressed professionally, wearing a white top with the top bottom undone giving the slightest hint of cleavage and a short black skirt. Chris had to remind himself not to stare as her legs were almost mesmerizing and ended with her small feet in a pair of cute black flats with a bow on the end.

"Hi, Chris is it? My name is Yuri and I'll be showing you what we need you for this weekend, are you ready to come with me?" She said with a wide and welcoming smile. 

"Uh sure..." He stammered but couldn't help but feel out of place. Even the staff here were beautiful and perfect...what could he possibly do to be of use to them? He followed her into a new room that was completely white from wall to wall, it felt oppresively sterile. Yuri lead him to a table with a stack of papers on it, the only other thing was a large futuiristic looking machine with two pointed rods sticking out, one at a pedestal and another at the floor in another section of the room.

"So Chris I'm sure you're excited to jump straight into it. I know I'm looking forward to spending the weekend with you. But unfortunately before we get through that I just need you to sign these forms." Yuri gestured down to the hefty stack of papers.

"I wasn't aware there was so much heavy reading involved. What am I going to be doing exactly?" Chris asked as he picked up the first page and was immediately puzzled as he tried to decipher the legalize.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you anything until that's signed. Part of the contract there is an NDA and I've been strictly told not to say anything about our project until these forms are signed. You're welcome to just go ahead and sign it and say you read it though. There are better things to do than wasting time in this dull room." Yuri stated, playing bored. Chris was perplexed. He'd always hated signing things without reading them but he desperately needed the money and wasting time here could mean less overall. Plus this Yuri girl seemed genuinely nice and not the type to try and screw someone over.

"Alright, well how bad could a weekend with someone as cute as you be." Chris said as he signed the form, unaware of the smile sneaking across Yuri's face. "All done. So tell me, what will I be doing for you this weekend?"

"I'm glad you asked! I suppose the simlest way to put it is that you'll be my support staff this weekend. Now if you would just stand over there in that spot, we can begin!" Yuri motioned him over to stand in front of one of the protruding rods.

"Just here?" Chris asked as he reached the spot. He instantly felt a shock runnign through his body as he stepped down. He was still completely conscious, however none of his limbs would move from where they were. He was basically frozen where he had just stepped.

"Perfect! Now whilst you're there I'll explain things a little clearer." Yuri paused as she learnt down to remove her ballet flat. "Now as my support staff, you will be supporting me, physically. Which is to say you, are about to become this shoe!" Yuri brushed her hair out of her face. Chris' eyes widened at the sight of her face, no remorse, no regret, just a smile on her face as if she was takign joy from the whole affair. Maybe it was a joke, it had to be. A man can't be reduced to a shoe. Chris tried to looke around. There had to be cameras somewhere, this has to be a joke.

"I suppose I mispoke. You won't be this shoe per say. Just a living copy of it, visually a complete duplicate, however it's what's inside that counts. You will be the living insole. Providing protection and pampering to my feet never before possible of an insole." she said cooly as she placed her shoe on the platform and walked away. Chris noticed little sweat marks left by her bare foot as she walked away. Breathing was obviously one of the qualities that her flat lacked...that he soon would lack.

Was he seriously believing this...that he, a full grown man, could become such a tiny cute shoe...a living shoe at that. That's impossible, she has to be crazy. But if she is then what is all this for? Was that money a lie, is he just wasting his time being suspended by whatever this device is?

"Countdown beginning! 5..."

That was her voice...somethings going to happen

"4..."

This is rediculous

"3..."

Why is the machine making noises 

"2..." 

Sakura forgive me...

"1..." 

I don't want to be a shoe...

"Fire!"

A beam shot out of each of the two rods hitting the shoe and Chris respectively. Chris could feel his insides bubbling. But he soon started to lose that feeling and everything with it until he blacked out. The last thing he saw was Yuri's face. She was showing extreme joy... 

"It worked Yuki! You're a genius."

"Well duh! It's just science! You should go and check on your shoe. It could be conscious at any moment!

"Oh I can't wait to see how he feels on my feet!"

Chris came to. Everything felt weird for him, his body felt like it had been stretched and even looped around itself in places. He found he couldn't blink or close his eyes. All he could see was the roof and something was locking him in place. He couldn't see around him at all, until Yuri's face appeared. It was the same smile as before. No regret. No Remorse. Whatever she had done to him, she was perfectly ok with...which was perhaps the most concerning part of all.

"How do I tell if he's awake?" Her voice boomed in Chris'...ears? It didn't sound normal for some reason. Another face appeared. Her face was almost identical except she had thick rimmed glasses on with what appeared like a labcoat as far as Chris could tell from his fixed position.

"Well he's meant to be a real shoe so we removed most signs of life. The only way is to look really close at the insole to see if its rising and sinking with its breath...Or the easier way is just to wear it and feel for yourself..." The girl pointed her finger right at Chris...her finger looked so big...how big was this girl...or more importantly how small was he. They were jestering and talking about a shoe. It was rediculous right. These girls had to be joking, there's no way he was looking up to them and hearing them and also footwear.

"Alright, here goes...Please be comfy!" Yuri leant back and all of a sudden everything got a lot darker as a giant foot appeared in front of Chris' vision. He couldn't believe it. It actually happened...he...was her shoe. He a grown man, was just something for this girl to place her foot inside and walk on all day. He was reduced to something that's sole purpose was to take her weight and keep her comfortable. He thought back to the black ballet flat with the bow. Was that really him now? Was he just this girls shoe?

Her foot edged closer and closer dramatically until her toes touched down. His entire vision was now reduced to just being this girls toes. It was so surreal. Her toes continued down until he could see her arch, he started to pikc up the faint smell of body wash. Her foot continued down until he was staring up at her heel. All of a sudden he felt like he could taste the body wash he had just been smelling. He suddenly noticed a finger coming down and pulling at him and then SLAM! Her heel rushed down to flatten over his vision. Her finger then left him to snap back to countour to her foot, loosely sealing him to her.

The last of his vision faded and all that Chris had left to comfort him was the faint taste and smell of bodywash. 

"Ooooh he's so comfy! I can feel that breathing you mentioned. It's basically as it he's massaging my foot while I wear him. At this rate I might never want to take him off...I wonder if he'll be ok with that" Yuki smiled playfully.

Chris was getting used to his new situation. He was just this grils ballet flat, nothing more. No matter what he tried he couldn't get the taste of her body lotion to go away. It wasn't a huge problem now...however he was starting to fear what would happen when her feet became less than fresh.

The other really odd thing was the weight. Looking at Yuki before, she was a giantess and now his world was just her foot. He could feel her weight but somehow it wasn't a crushing weight. Akk he felt was the pressure without any pain.

"Don't go getting ahead of yourself. This is still the first successful attempts and we need to do some tests to ensure he can survive as a shoe. Give him a test out and I'll observe." Yuri stated as she grabbed for a clipboard and pen.

"Alright, I'll test him out with some stretching first and then some walking!" Yuki arched her leg and lifted her heel off the ground.

Chris was experienceing something surreal. He could feel her heel lifting and whilst there was nothing he wanted more than to be away from it, there was nothing he could do and he could feel his body bending and stretching. He was litterally contouring to her foot. He realized no matter what he willed or wanted. there was nothing he could do, he was her shoe to do with as she wishes.

Yuki lowered her heel back down and then scrunched her toes.These tests felt so inane to her, IF she didn't know better she wouldn't have even guessed that her shoe was actually a person...it just felt like a completely normal ballet flat for the most part with just a really nice insole.

"Alright now try some walking and see how he holds up. Be careful though. i'm not sure if he's ready for your weight."

"Are you calling me fat?" Yuki snapped back stomping her foot. "oh...whoops!"

Chris had just felt Yuki's foot lift into the air. It felt so odd being off the ground and all of a sudden he felt the desire to cling to her foot...not that it made a difference. He was designed bto be her size so he wasn't just going to fall off her foot...however it still scared him all the same. However that was quicky interrupted as he was rocketed down to the ground with Yuki's foot pressing and compressign him even further into it. He was completely dazed...once again it didn't hurt but as her foot compressed him to the floor he could taste even more of her foot. Thankfully her foot still tasted mostly of lotion but it was a scary experience all the same.

"Oh. I don't think he liked that, the insole breathing appears to have increased."

"Well whilst I don't apprciate the overreaction, what you've actually discovered is one of the features. When you stomp down it actually increases the insoles intake. Think of it as a quick clean feature."

"Oh wow...alright I better continue with the testing. Ready for some walking little guy?" Yuki smiled down at her shoe. Not realizing just what she was submitting him to.

Chris once again felt the lift, then the drop and then over and over. Thankfully it was less than before but it still felt so awkward. Being risen up with only her foot holding him in the air, dropping down rappidly with sheer deorientation and then finally having her foot press deep into him, compressing him around her foot. The ordeal continued for a few minutes, but it felt so much longer to Chris. Yuki on the other hand was having a nice stroll around the room.

"He's so good to walk on. So comfy. I could walk on him all day and not even get tired." Yuki mentioned smiing brightly.

"Glad to hear it. Depending onh ow things go that might just be one of the tests." Yuri noted looking up from her clipboard. The results were very pleasing for her. She was very close to calling her human miracle insoles a success. 

Yuki was now sitting in her office typing away at her computer. She'd had Chris on for a few hours now and she was really enjoying him on her feet. She shifted herself and lifted one leg over the other, raising the foot that Chris was on off the ground.

"You know what, you've been so nice and useful that I'm going to give you a little bit of fresh air." Yuki smiled as she pushed with her toes to push her heel out of the shoe.

Chris was now dangling from Yuki's toes, they were the only thing holding him off the ground. From all the walking he'd grown somewhat accusomted to being off the ground, but it all suddenly became real again because without her heel in the shoe all of a sudden he was able to see again. It wasn't much of a view. Yuki's foot still took up most of his vision. But beyond that he was able to see her legs and the chair she was sitting on, alongside the ground which appeared so far away at his size.

However despite the fear it caused he was still greatful. Since it had been a few hours he had started to go a little crazy with only her foot to comfort him. The important thing is that it was mostly painless...and if he had to think about it, Yuki did have really nice feet. Even though he had been stuck on her foot for a few hours tasting her with every step he still didn't find them particularly gross, her body lotion had mostly worn away but what it left still didn't upset Chris. He was beginning to think that this maybe wasn't so bad. Of course as long as they kept their bargain and reutnred him to normal...

In fact it was starting to feel weird, without her foot inside of him he couldn't help but feel his body become unnaturally cool. Without her foot to warm him he felt somewhat empty. It was only a minor feeling that he hoped would pass. However it scared him none the less, was he really so odd that he felt he needed this girl to wear him on her feet. To use him as her shoe and nothing more. Is that really what made him feel complete?

"Good news little guy! There's a footwear convention in town and Yuri just said you passed all the tests for us to go ahead with our presentation. I get to show you off to the world. There's going to be so many reportes and people taking pictures. You're going to appear in all the magazines and become a really famous shoe. Isn't that good news?" Yuki began swinging her foot up and down causing Chris to sway too and from her foot.

Chris began to feel dizzy. He really felt like he was starting to lose his humanity. Thinking about what Yuki said, he was going to be seen, and looked at and talked about...and all people would think he was was a shoe, her shoe, just to be worn all day every day. The swayign wasn't helping, the view of her heel approaching and getting further away was dizzying. Her moving her toes forward and back also felt as though she was rubbing them just up and down his tongue.

BAM!

Yuki had stopped paying close attention and had dropped Chris to the ground.

"Sorry little guy. Oh welll it's time to go. Hope you're ready to be a famous shoe!"

Chris saw Yuki's toes approach and then enter into him, then came the rest of her foot until she pushed her heel down sealing Chris around her foot. Once again he could taste her. He went through the familiar motion of up, down, crush as Yuki began walking. After all there was nothing he could do to stop any of it. He was just her shoe.

Walking was becoming very familiar to Chris. A cycle of being lifted up, flying through the air, landing and then crushing. Along with the crushing came the involuntary effect built into him of cleaning Yuki’s foot, which effectively boiled down to the equivalent of licking her foot with every step.

“Alright Chris. As soon as we hit the convention centre I’m just letting you know I won’t be able to talk to you much anymore. I have to get my hair, makeup and clothes prepared for the presentation and I can’t very well be talking to a shoe.” Yuki followed up with a laugh.

Chris was in a very odd mental state. He fully agreed that it would look ridiculous her talking to a shoe. However that was himself she was referring to...A person. With hopes and dreams and a daughter to take care of. Was he still that person? Could he be both a shoe and a father? All he knew was his life currently was focussed around one small delicate foot and 5 little toes that seemed intent on rubbing all over his insole tongue.

“Here we are! Now remember to be a good shoe.” she laughed “Not that you have much of a choice.”

The next 2 hours droned on. As promised Yuki didn’t say a word to him. Her only acknowledgement of him was scrunching and rubber her toes on him on occasion and he couldn’t really be sure that wasn’t just a nervous habit rather than trying to console him.

“Yuki darling you’re on in a minute.” One of the stage hands rushed in to make sure she was ready to go. Chris had been on her feet under the desk so he hadn’t seen all the effects she had been getting applied but as soon as she stood up he got a chance to take it all in as he saw her in the mirror across the room. She was in business attire much like before but her appearance had really gone up a level. He knew she was beautiful but she honestly looked amazing at the moment. All of a sudden his world shifted as she started walking. He had forgotten for a second that he was a part of her outfit. Just a single aspect of what made her such an attractive woman. It may have been his tongue she was stepping on but it felt more like his balls considering how feminized he felt just being a part of such a feminine outfit.

He had been thinking about it differently, as if he were some sort of rugged footwear that would last and last and last and be tough...when in reality he had forgotten how women think about shoes. He was little more than a fashion accessory designed for a few specific outfits.

Yuki finally made it to the stage and she hadn’t lied about how big it was. The crowd looked massive and there were more cameras pointed on them than ever before in his lif. She was right....he was going to be famous for being her shoe...This was his fifteen minutes of fame.

"Hello, hello, welcome to a special Transcorp presentation." Yuki greeted the crowd as she walked up on stage in front of a crowd of hundreds. Photographers, reporters, bloggers all looked on intently from the crowd. General public had also been welcomed in and Yuki managed to spot even some school students had made their way into the crowd somehow. All of the stage lights were focussed on her and almost instantly she could feel her body tempterature rising from them combined with her nerves.

Chris suddenly noticed the heat around him increase and all of a sudden he noticed a different taste. It was wet but also salty, and then it hit him. He was tasting Yuki's footsweat . Her feet were sweating and his inbuilt reflexes were now forcing him to swallow her sweat. It wasn't necessarily bad, Chris thought to himself, only odd and unexpected.

"Now these shoes I'm wearing may just look like normal flats, but in reality one is very special, and rather than tell you, I'm going to show you. Now I don't know why you'd be here if you did but if you don't like feet this may get a little gross." Yuki proceeded to step out of her flats and onto a surface in front of her. "Now what I am standing on here is a heated pad and...it is rather hot and difficult to stand on."

Chris suddenly started feeling cold again. He had been left alone again and whilst this time he did feel like a small portion of her scent had remained with him, he still couldn't help but feel incomplete. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, all he could do was wait for her foot to return. Sweaty or not he already knew that he preferred being with her feet.

"Ow...ooh ok that's enough hot plate. Nooow if I stand over here on this glass pane aaand then back then we will get a nice display of what happens when our feet get hot." Yuki picked up the glass pane and showed it for all the crowd to see. Clearly visible was 2 foot prints. "Now as you can see my feet are unfortunately a little sweaty and normally that's a nightmare to combine with tight shoes just as these but you're about to see something special."

Chris could see Yuki moving around above him and it only made him more agitated waiting for her. He was barely paying attention to the words she was saying, all he wanted was to feel her inside him again. All of a sudden he saw her returning and putting her other foot into the other flat. He then saw her sole rise above him and saw a droplet come off her foot and land in him. It was more concentrated than before and very salty. Her toes approached fast and before he knew it they touched the surface of his insole. Immediately he was bombarded with wetness and the taste of pure salt. It was different to before it was all around him, drowning him almost. He felt her step down forcefully and then things stepped up another notch. His automatic reflex kicked in and he could feel himself feeling out for and absorbing the sweat direct off her foot. He didn't know where exactly he was storing all of this sweat but he could certainly feel as if he was licking and swallowing her sweat down through no choice of his own.

"Now tight shoes, hot feet, hot lights and a heated floor. There's no way I'm going to be better off right? Well lets just have a looksee." Yuki peeled off each shoe and stepped back onto a glass pane for a few seconds and then stepped back again. "Now if I lift this one up and you can plainly see..."

A few gasps erupted from the crowd in response to Yuki lifting the pane up. Her left foot mark appeared even more prominant than last time, however the right foot left no marks at all.

"As you can probably guess this is a pair of two very different shoes. The left is a normal everyday shoe, but the right contains our very special Transcorp Miracle Insole!" Yuki proceeded to lift up Chris and present him so that everyone could see the insole. "A lot of you are too far back to see but those close of you will also notice that the shoe itself is perfectly dry as well hence why we call it a miracle. Now just to prove this isn't all smoke and mirrors if there is a member of the audience who is a size 5 and happy to swap shoes with me for a moment we can prove just how amazing a development this is."

Hands sprung up throughout the crowd. The way Chris was held, he could see how large the crowd were, how many eyes were on him and his body in this new form. How was it possible he was here, held up by a single hand with all eyes on him and hands all throughout belonging to people who wanted him on their feet.

"How about you?" Chris focussed his sight on who Yuki had pointed to and a schoolgirl started to move towards the stage.

...Sakura?

There was no doubt about it. Sakura, Chris' daughter was about to head onto stage to swear him on her feet. Worst of all Chris whilst conflicted felt deep down that he was looking forward to it. It's as if there was some side efffect making him yearn to be worn at all times. It isn't normal to want to be with Yuki's sweaty feet and certainly isn't normal to want to be at your daughters feet and yet he wanted it. 

"Those are some lovely shoes you have on. Maybe I won't want to trade back after." Yuki laughed, referring to Sakura's leather school shoes. "I kid, I kid. But they are so cute I can just enjoy them for a short time. Now please take them off and stand on the hot plate for a minute or as long as you can stand it."

Chris was placed back on the ground but he heard Sakura remove her shoes and step on the heated area. Whilst Sakura's feet heated up Yuki entertained the crowd by putting on Sakura's school shoes.

"Do they suit me?" She joked with the crowd "I'm sure our miracle insoles would work wonders in school shoes. Now feel free to step back onto that glass panel, hopefully I can feel less bad about how sweaty my feet got."

"Feel free to put my shoes on now, please watch the left one for obvious reasons." Yuki motioned as she lifted up the glass panel to once again show 2 sweaty footprints on the glass.

"Eeeee." Chris could see Sakura inserting fer left foot into his partner flat. Obviously some of the sweat was left over since it was just a normal flat .The anticipation was getting to him. He just wanted to be worn again, to be complete. If it had to be Sakura then so be it at least he was able to provide her comfort, better her than some random, even if she didn't know she was about to wear her father.

Her toes appeared above him and it was weird to see the small differences between her and Yuki's foot. Before he could focus too much he was hit with a sweat drop that fell from her foot. It was very salty but somehow different, sweater to a degree. If had to be from being cramped in her school shoes all day because it did also taste slightly leathery. Sakura was being more hesitant than Yuki but slowly but surely her foot touched down on his insole and the taste sensation exploded. He felt her heel settle down sealing him to her foot and with it her foot sweat.

"Now to make sure it works right just give it a good stamp or two and then you'll feel it." Yuki said playfully. Fully knowing that it was a human being that she had just instructed the girl to stomp into the ground.

Chris felt himself raising, powerless to do anything against his daughters feet. He knew it was coming, he knew he couldn't stop her.

-BAM BAM-

The reflex kicked in and Chris immediately begun licking and absorbing all of her foot sweat that had built up. It was different to Yuki becaus he could tell that not all of this foot sweat was fresh, some had built up from her school shoes. He didn't remember her schedule, had she had gym today? Hell, would she have even had a shower last night. How many days of sweat am I removing from her foot? All of a sudden he tasted something more solid, more acrid. It came from near her toes. Had he just swallowed his daughters foot grime. As if in response he tasted more.He felt Sakura start to move around and with each step she took he started sucking her foot harder and harder tasting and removing all impurities from her foot.

This should be gross, it should be horrifying and yet Chris couldn't help feeling accomplished, like he was helping serve his purpose. Sakura had definitely needed this and he was glad to be of use. He wasn't sure whether it was him or reflex cleaning her foot anymore but he was happy. He started to notice a change in the smell from her foot...was he actually swallowing her smell too or wait...is that...smoke?

As if in response sirens started going off around him and all of a sudden Sakura started moving erratically. As she ran her heel occasionally slipped out of her shoe so that Chris got glimpses of what was happening.

Smoke and fire errupting from the hot plate on stage *thud*

Yuki yelling out for Sakura with her hand out still wearing Sakuras school shoes *Thud*

People running everywhere  *thud*

Sunlight? Are we outside? *thud*

Sakura continued to run and run, with each thump Chris had no choice but to embrace, lick and swallow any sweat or dirt that fell off her foot. He had fear for her safety and if he could he wished he could hold her foot tighter to provide support...but alas he was just her shoe.

Just her living shoe...that she didn't know was a person, let alone her father. Would he be ever found or would he just be her shoe forever, to wear out and ignore?