The loafer
This is based on a dream I had that I told my new friend about. She giggled and said "you don't want to be my work shoes, I'm hard on them." At the time she was working for a hotel chain at the front desk and she said she was on her feet alot.
I don't know where to begin except at the beginning... That part sucked, I regretted saying what I said and doing what I did but it happened and my girlfriend (at the time) didn't like it. The day started out as normal, we had fun and had our meals together but somehow we got into an arguement. I didn't think we needed to redo the living room when we had other stuff we had to take care of first. I told her she was stupid for feeling that way and I regretted it as soon as I said it. It was as if she was able to knock me out but what she really did was cast a spell on me to hold me in place. I begged of her to let me go but she said nothing. She somehow made me lay down, I was standing up before but now, it was different... I couldn't move my arms... I tried to kick at something, anything, but nothing happened. I saw her smiling and reading something out loud from this book she had. Baby! Sweetie! Don't do this to me.
I didn't know what she was going to do to me but I was still scared. I couldn't move and she seemed pleased.
I must regress here, She, is my girlfriend Denise, we had known each other for a while and we had been dating for a few years now. We had gotten along fine except for money issues. She wanted to spend and I was wanting to save up. I admit I wasn't working at the time but I took care of the house, I cooked, cleaned and did laundry and was happy with it. It gave me free time to play my favorite game World of Warcraft and I had dinner ready for her when she got home. Things were going well, or so I thought. She is 5 foot 5, long black hair with some brown highlights, well endowed up top and she has some cute size 7's.
The argument I came to regret happened, I told her we didn't need to have the living room redone and that we needed to save our money for some other home repair. She got mad and that's when I couldn't move. I was laying down somehow and she seemed to be getting bigger. I couldn't figure this one out, I yelled up at her, I begged with her, but to no avail. She didn't answer me. She then did something impossible: she picked me up with one hand! I freaked out, Baby! I'm too heavy, you can't do that! Finally she laughed and said yes I can, your not heavy anymore.
She moved in front of the mirror in the living room and I saw her holding a black low heeled loafer. I didn't see me, or not me as I normally would appear. It dawned on me then that what Denise was holding was me. Oh god Baby! You stand up all day at work, you will crush me to death! Please! It appeared my face was near the back of the shoe, right under the opening. So I figured my face would be under her heel, my torso would be under her arch and my nuts would be under the balls of her feet. This loafer - it was black and I knew she stood most of the day at work.
She didn't seem to pay much attention to me and carried me to the bedroom, she set me down next to another black low heeled loafer. This can't be, I'm her left work shoe now. There has to be a way out. Baby, stop! Please, can't we talk about this? The only answer I got was her closing the closet door, I didn't notice she had dropped me in here. I was on a pile of her other shoes. She didn't have many others but I recognized them. The white tennis shoes she wore, the pink flip flops, her blue house shoes. I could smell a slight smell from them all. Her feet didn't sweat much and she took great care of herself so the odor wasn't too bad but at my height it was there. It was now dark in here, I would cry except shoes don't cry.
The next morning came, I slept as well as I could and was wakened by a strong jolt and being lifted into the air. I was thinking it was a dream but when I landed on the floor next to her dressing table I knew it wasn't. I saw her putting on her bra, I so wished it was me at this point, so that I wouldn't get stomped for about 10 hours or so. She then put on her uniform and then her blue wool socks. I begged with her one last time, it was as if she could partially hear me. She said maybe a few days of her thinking about it she would "change me back" as she put it.
I shrieked out, Baby! I won't last that long! She didn't seem to care, she put me into position and lowered her foot into the other shoe. For a split second I thought someone had become that shoe for her to wear. I didn't think so, but like I could argue with her about that in my position. I then saw her left blue sock covered foot over me and then it's descent onto me. I tried to push it off of me but my arms wouldn't move. I felt the warmth of her foot and saw the light getting cut off from me. I screamed and yelled, but her foot settled down on me. Now her feet don't smell bad but I'm stuck in her shoe, under her sock and she's going to wear me for the next 10-12 hours or so. I tried to push it off me but I heard the pooooffff of her foot settling in the shoe. She was only sitting down so the pressure wasn't too bad, yet, but I heard her say she was ready. How I heard that I don't know but when she stood up I felt it. It felt like an 18 wheeler parked on my head. She stood up, the pressure increased. My head popped and she took her first step. I relaxed a bit then WHAM! her foot landed and she was walking. I screamed into the bottom of her foot, she didn't seem to care and I think she just broke my nose. We haven't even left home yet. I screamed again, she took another step. I felt the hardwood floor, I felt the carpet. I could somewhat tell what room of the house we were in. I begged with her foot to let me go and become human again - her foot didn't respond. I didn't expect it to, but this was hurting a bit.
Oh god, I heard her getting her keys out of her purse. This is going to be real bad for me now. There's concrete outside.
Baby! Please! My pleas went unanswered, she went outside, locked the door and went down the sidewalk to the car for her ride to work. God the concrete was hard on my back. She didn't seem to mind, she rode to work and I was stuck under her sock covered foot inside of her shoe.
She got to work, I was glad she wasn't walking but I heard the car door open and she got out. This increased the pressure on me and I again screamed into her foot for her to let me go. She didn't hear me and she walked into the building. God, the steps were killing me. Having the air squish out of me and having my back on the warm concrete hurt. She got inside, I could tell because the tile felt cool. She still hurt me with every step she took. She got to her workstation and the pressure was there, she wasn't going to get a break for 3 hours at least. I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black in here even though I knew she was wearing blue socks. It was warm and I am sure her socks were absorbing all the sweat before it got to me. She didn't have a chair to sit on at work, She and her coworker Brenda stood at their stations. I think there was either a carpet or padded area that she was standing on, I didn't feel cool tile anymore. It felt like days but she finally got her first 15 minute break about 3 hours into her shift. I could hear the shoes making their clip clop noise as she walked down the hallway. I heard a door open and I was guessing she was in the bathroom. She sat down much to my relief and she did her thing. She slid her foot out of her shoe and rested them on the cool tile. She then popped them back inside of her shoes and I did notice she was beginning to sweat on me. Her socks were a bit damp and it was soaking my insole body. She stood up again, finished up and left. I spent the rest of her break under her foot in the break-room and when her time was up I endured her walking back to her workstation.
When she got back I thought I heard laughter. I had hoped she wouldn't tell Brenda about what was going on inside of her left shoe. I knew that Brenda was her good friend and I didn't know her very well. I would be so embarrassed if I had to face her again - with her knowing I had been my girlfriends shoe. They were chatting about something, but I couldn't hear very well. I spent more time under the heel of Denise's foot, it got warm again inside the shoe. I heard the laughter again - she must be laughing at me. I wouldn't think she would be joking with a customer. Her day continued - I suffered 2 more hours before she went to lunch. I could hear her shoes going down the hallway again and she made it to the break-room. The pressure eased - she sat and ate her lunch. I wondered if she was going to call home to check on me... oh crap, I'm already with her. I pleaded with her foot to change me back, nothing happened except maybe her damp sock leaked sweat on me yet again. She finished eating, headed to the bathroom to clean up she walked down the hall again. My back slammed the floor countless times. She got in, did her thing and got back out - it wasn't much of a break for me at all.
Back at her workstation I heard her laughing again. I knew Brenda had to go to lunch; maybe she was joking about that. I guess she took care of her work and the few customers that came in. Time seemed to drag on - it hurt to breath. If it could be called that what I was doing, I mean whoever heard of a breathing insole? I felt the pad she was standing on. It was soft but the weight of her pressed me into it, I almost could feel the floor on my back. It was quiet for the 30 minutes that Brenda was at lunch. She did return and they chatted once more. They helped a few customers and then Denise had to do the closing paperwork. I guess she grabbed everything and headed someplace to sit down. I felt the pressure slack up a bit and she tapped me on the floor. I felt the pressure increase again, she had to go take that paperwork someplace. I slammed against the floor countless times as she went where she had to go. She got back, sat down again and I figured she was going to go home. I mean it felt like I had been in here for days. Somehow I heard it was 11:30 pm, she normally left at 11. She then went outside and got into the car to go home. I couldn't hear much but sometimes she stopped someplace and got something to eat. Figures she would tonight, I wished she would just get home and take me off and change me back.
She got home, I guess she was eating. The pressure was light but still I was hurting. Normally she gets home and gets out of her work clothes but this time she didn't. Not much I could do being I was trapped. She finally stood up, walked to the trash to throw her food wrappings in. I couldn't tell what she had for dinner, I couldn't see or smell anything but her foot. She walked to the bedroom and finally started undressing. She removed her blouse and bra, then finally kicked me off into the closet. I glanced up at her, pleaded with her to let me go. She smiled and said see you tomorrow! She bent down and grabbed her house shoes and closed the door. I begged with her before she turned and left me in darkness. Nothing happened, except I thought I heard her laugh as she shut the door.
I then realized how hot I was. Being all alone I laid in her closet with her other shoes; waiting till she needed a pair. I began getting cold, no warm foot to keep me warm. I also felt the little bit of sweat that made it's way to me dry and make a thin crisp layer on me. I was hoping she would change me back. Somewhere she was off watching TV, or sleeping....
The next day
I am not sure if I slept, time dragged on as I was in the closet. Sunlight gradually trickled in the door and I heard her alarm later on in the morning. I heard movement but not in my direction. I knew she usually got up and did a few things b4 getting in the shower so I knew I wouldn't be needed for another 2 hours. Since she kept her houseshoes under her bed from the night before.I would be stuck here. I wish she would come and get me. Or maybe not, she would wear me. But I was cold, I needed something to keep me warm. Finally the door opened, she reached in the closet and grabbed me and the other shoe and set us down by her dressing table again. I begged with her, please, yesterday hurt. I couldn't possibly take another day. She continued getting ready and finally she put on her socks. I knew it would be soon then. She grabbed the other shoe, slid it on her foot and then grabbed me. I pleaded with her again, she just smiled and slid me on her foot slowly. I think she was enjoying it. She took her first steps with me on and it hurt. I knew she was heading out and it was already getting warm in here. It was warm outside so the concrete was warm on my back.
She got into the building at work and I could feel the cold floor under me and her warm foot above me. The sensation felt weird- warm & cold together. She greeted her coworker, I couldn't tell who it was till she said it was Brenda. They were giggling and helping guests. Time dragged on like the day before - no break till 3 hours into her shift. I knew she was going to the breakroom, I was a bit damp from the sweat I was relieved when she sat down, but I knew the 10 minutes would pass quickly. She went to the restroom - funny I didn't think about this yesterday that I was in the women's bathroom with her and nobody knew. Ugh, back to work.
The rest of the day passed slowly, it's dark and hot in here. She kept doing her work until lunch time. I got another break while she ate and did her business in the bathroom. I pleaded with her but she didn't seem to hear me. She headed back to her station and I was somewhat happy, she only had 3 more hours to go and had 1 more break coming. I heard giggling, I hope they weren't talking about me. I would be so embarrassed if Brenda or any of her coworkers knew where I was. She got her last break and I rested a bit. I noticed her sweat on me. I think it was beginning to accumulate on me. It was becoming a part of me, just like what happens in real footwear. I seem to be real footwear until Denise changes me back, whenever that may be. They asked her to stay a bit late again and she said yes. I think they were doing this on purpose, to prolong my suffering.
She ended up staying close to an hour later thankfully her ride was outside and she went home. I was so warm and a bit wet on what would be the insole part of my body. She stood so much at work I thought I could feel the indentions made in me by her toes. She arrived home and this time she did go straight to her closet and took the other shoe off then me and tossed us both in the closet. I pleaded with her, she didn't even acknoledge me, she just smiled to herself and closed the door.
If shoes could cry, I would have. My situation was horrible, I was my girlfriends footwear. A pair of shoes that she wears to work and that she stands on alot. I have no idea if I was comforting her foot while she worked or what but I knew she was hurting me. I didn't know if or when she was going to change me back. I sensed time dragging on - it was light outside again.
Yet another day.
I figured she was going about her routine, I could hear bit's and pieces of noise coming from the bedroom. Finally the door opened and she reached in, grabbed me and the other shoe and headed back to the dressing table. I guess I didn't notice her shutting the door; when she was halfway to the table it was closed and I was still begging with her to change me back. She set me on the floor and I noticed she was almost dressed. I knew I would be worn soon. She reached down, grabbed her other shoe and slid it on her foot, she picked me up and slowly positioned me as if she was enjoying it. Denise! Please! I won't argue with you about money again, just change me back. Her response was her sock covered foot engulfing me. Sweeeeety! Then the Pooooffff! sound. I was sealed for another day. She finished getting ready - the pressure grew when she stood up. Oh god. The first step of the day still shook me, the foot leaving the ground, the flying through the air then boom. I could smell the freshly laundered sock covering her soft foot. It's a shame it wouldn't stay that way. In a few hours I would be able to smell her foot sweat and then a few more after that have it drip on me.
Today was different, I mean it was raining out, the first 2 days were hot and muggy. Today I felt water on my back, which means there was puddles on the ground and she was walking in them. I learned another lesson; footwear protect their owners feet from the elements. I didn't notice her trip to work; I did notice her wiping her feet on the floor mat at work. The abrasion on my 'back' hut - I screamed out but got nothing but a sock covered foot in my mouth. She then walked to her station, got settled in and commented on the weather to her coworker. They seemed somber due to the wet and gloomy day outside. Today seemed to pass slow for me as well; I can't figure out why. I was relieved however when her breaktime came.
It was the same as the other 2 days, go to the breakroom eat a snack, take care of business then get back to her station. I ended up under her for another hour and a half then lunch. She enjoyed her lunch, took care of some phone calls, went to do her business again then again back under her foot at her station yet again. The 3 hours passed quickly - what made them different than the rest I don't know but I was relieved they didn't ask her to stay late today. She got home and removed me and my mate, took us to the closet and dropped us in. I pleaded once again with her, this time she actually waved and said "good night!" She smiled and shut the door. I was horrified, she was enjoying this. I wondered what I had done wrong, I wondered if my cooking was good or was I good in bed. I think she thought I was a good work shoe so the other stuff didn't seem to matter to her. The cool air dried the sweat from the day while I wondered where it went wrong and if she was going to change me back.
The fourth day
I'm not sure how I knew it was morning or I wish that I was stuck in a bad dream and I couldn't wake up but I could see sunlight again. There must have been enough light coming through the slits in the closet door that I could tell. I wondered why they made doors with slits, So that clothing and shoes could see out? No, that can't be it. My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. She walked in and grabbed her black flip flops. I asked, not knowing if she could hear me, I thought you were going to work? She quickly snapped at me. I don't have to answer to a pair of shoes as to where I am going - it is my day off though and I'm going shopping. Here, she grabbed her dirty, smelly socks out of the dirty clothes basket and put one in the other shoe then one on top of me. This should shut you up for the day. She quickly said, "have a great day! I know I will" and slammed the door.
It was then that I knew she could hear me and it was then I knew I was in deep shit, or should I say deep foot sweat and grime. Now I had no way to tell time it was dark with the socks pushed down on me. She normally did this with her tennis shoes, she would wear a pair of socks for like 3 times if she only wore them for a few hours at a time. I remember seeing her do this and why she would do this with an obviously dirty pair of socks I don't know, other than to torture me. Now it was dark and smelled like her feet in here and I thought I could taste her sock. I couldn't tell how much time had past, I heard the door open and I felt the soft rubber of her flip flops drop on top of me. I yelled out as best as any shoe could and nothing except the door shutting. This was terrible now: she had been out most of the day and didn't say anything to me when she got home and even left her socks in me. I wished she would change me back....
The fifth day
I couldn't see anything, I could only hear rustling in the room, I finally heard the door open. She lifted the flip flops off me, grabbed the other shoe and pulled out the sock and put it in the hamper, she repeated that with me and I was happy yet scared to see her. Sweety, I'm sorry. She said your going to be sorry. She took the shoes to her dressing table again like she did the 3 days before yesterday and dropped us. She finished getting ready and I knew what was next. This time she grabbed me and slit me on her foot. I didn't protest for fear of angering her more. I heard that Poooooffff! and I felt her adjusting her foot only today she gave it a good stomp. I screamed into the bottom of her sock clad foot and she stood up. I figured my day was just getting started, as was hers. I heard her grab her keys and she left for the day. The rides to work generally go by quickly but once she gets to work is when time seems to drag on. She seemed to be in good spirits, greeting her coworkers as always. It just seemed like another day to her. All the standing, the first break finall she did take. It was quick - they all are I was beginning to think. She got back to her station, laughing and giggling. Oh god, when would the day end?
I figured it was lunchtime now since the pressure on me subsided a bit. I hope she enjoyed her food, I was stuck under her foot. She was eating regular food, I was eating sock lint and foot sweat. She must have finished dinner, I got a good stomp and she headed to the trash and to take care of her business. The rest of the day was rough too, they asked her to stay late and she did. An hour late this time. The ride home was quick, not much traffic out but she stopped for something to eat so that added some time for the commute home. More time for me to absorb more foot sweat. She got home and didn't bother removing her shoes, she ate whatever it was she brought and when she finished got up and threw away the trash. Finally she went to the bedroom and took the other shoe off and then gently removed me from her foot. I noticed she had put her dirty sock inside the other shoe. I began to plead then thought better of it. She stuffed the dirty sock in me and put both shoes in the closet.
Day 6, or the 6th day...
My life was over as I knew it; I was a shoe in my ex's closet with a sock in me. Nobody would ever find me here. I had no way to show I was sorry - my words seemed to only bother her. I was alone with her dried up foot sweat, dirty sock and foot smell inside her black loafer and my thoughts. I now say ex-girlfriend seeing as how I'm still not back to normal and she seems to be enjoying this. For how long, I knew not. She opened the door, grabbed both of us and removed the socks. It was bright outside and I saw she was almost dressed. I made the mistake of saying something to her, she said I'm tired of you and your mouth, I'm going to fix you tomorrow morning. She put her socks on, grabbed me and I heard that all too familiar Poooooffff! sound and the stomp came shortly after she adjusted her foot in the shoe. I'm guessing she did that with the other shoe as well. She gathered up her things and headed out for the day.
She arrived again at work; I could feel the cold air conditioned floor on me when she got past the doormat. Yet again she greeted her coworkers and I again suffered as she stood and did her work. She greeted people, did reports and everything she normally does. Nobody suspected anything nor for her to behave differently. I pleaded with her sock covered foot, it said nothing. It just pressed down on me. Her break came & went, as did her lunch. I suffered in my hot and sweaty prison begging to be let out but she didn't seem to care. They asked her to stay late ( big surprise), she said yes, again, shocking. Another hour under her foot maybe more if she didn't go straight home. She took her last break, made her phonecalls and did her thing. I knew I couldn't make it through tomorrow this way also. I remembered what she said... I will fix you tomorrow. What the heck did she mean? My thoughts were interrupted as she went back to work. The rest of her evening went by smoothly, she headed home and went to her room, she removed the other shoe, then me and stuffed her socks in us again.I tried saying something but I couldn't finish. I could get out "Baby I love you! I think she heard me.
She said "I don't love you, I mean I can't. I don't love footwear but don't worry, tomorrow I will fix it to where I can't talk to my footwear and my footwear can't talk back either. "Sleep well!" she said and closed the door.
I wanted to cry; she just broke up with me and there was nothing I could do. I was alone with her sock in me, the heat disapating slowly through the sock and the sweat hardening on me. I was so terrified of what was going to happen to me tomorrow. I guess I would soon find out.
The 7th day.
Light streamed in the closet, I just didn't know it since I was still in the dark. I heard the door open, I heard some rustling near me but I stayed on the floor, the door closed. Oh it must be her other day off this week I thought. I waited, and waited... Nothing happened. Suddenly the door opened again - this time I was lifted and I found I was laying on something soft. She removed the sock from me and I saw I was on the bed.
She said, "Good Morning! I hope you slept well."
Before I could answer she said I am going to have to shut you up, I can't have talking footwear. I mean what if my new boyfriend hears you.
New... I freaked out! Baby, please! I still love you. I don't want to be your shoe.
She continued on, you are what you are now, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.
Sweety, this week was hell! Your heavy and I'm covered in foot sweat....
So I'm fat? Are you saying I need to go on a diet?
No sweety, your lovely as you are. She cut me off again.
Well when I go on this 'diet' that you speak of be lucky you won't be my tennis shoes. And get used to the foot sweat, it's your life now. She grabbed this device, she said it's time.
Sweety, don't.... My voice started cracking as this beam shot through me.
She said, this will make you be quiet, make you be like all my other shoes. From now on you will be just a black loafer that I just happen to wear to work. You won't be able to talk and I will only see you as another pair of shoes.
I .... love .... you... I struggled to say, my voice breaking up like a cell phone call.
Awww, such devotion from a shoe. She said and smiled. There, it's all done.
I tried to say something but I couldn't. This device took away my speech. I tried to move, I couldn't, I was stuck like I was on day 1. I tried pleading with her, nothing came out.
The rest of the day - and my life.
She threw me back in the closet and closed the door. She had no reason to talk to me anymore, she was going on with her life. I saw her, or rather her foot, very often. She continued to work 40-55 hours a week, I suffered all that time. When she got home I spent my time in the closet. I noticed sometime after that fateful day my stuff was gone from the closet. I'm not sure what happened or how it disappeared but I'm sure she just got rid of it. Her new boyfriend moved in a few months later. I saw him bringing some stuff in and I yelled at him. He didn't hear me and it infuriated me. I then remembered I couldn't talk. I'm sure he just saw a black low heeled loafer.
Shortly thereafter I thought I heard yelling and screaming periodicly in the bedroom. Maybe I was dreaming. I know, or thought I knew she was happy. This kept on for a while, I lost track of time. I figure it must have been a year. I kept hearing them - argue, but I couldn't help but wonder if she was getting hurt. Yet another workday for her. Again I did my duty as her footwear and got no thanks, just tossed back in the closet amongst her other shoes.
Days, weeks, months, and even years went by. All I saw all this time was my ex's closet or the bottom of her foot. All I felt was the chilly air of the closet or the hot sweltering heat inside of her shoe under her sock covered foot. She rarely took vacations but when she did I spent time in the closet. One day I found out she was moving. She was packing things slowly and of course clothing was last to get packed up. I'm guessing she was all alone when she spoke. I was also shocked when she said something to me after all this time. I'm sorry I did you this way. This new one isn't working out - in fact you were much better that he is. If I could change you back I would but I can't. Now I just have a shoe, and a new place to go to. The memories are killing me - so I need to get a new pair of work shoes. I hope you enjoy your new home.
I panicked, why couldn't she change me back? Why was she going to donate me? I struggled to talk.... To Be continued
Does she find a way to change him back or is he donated?
Giantess World
Story Notes:
This is a 4 part story that the first part was based on a dream I had.
Author's Chapter Notes:
My life as a work shoe - covers about 4 years.
Chapter End Notes:
Parts 2 & 3 will be uploaded, I had to delete & repost, some error when I tried to add the 3rd part.