A walk unaware Transformation Tinder Collaberotica Version chapter 8 by novar

You didn't understand how you were still alive, or still even conscious as you kept seeing the same scene repeated over and over without any possibility of changing it. First the feeling of weightlessness as you get lifted off the ground, still stuck to the boot and barely able to notice a small stain on the floor that you're absolutely sure it was part of your guts, even if apparently you don't miss them. Then the ride downwards where you still scream internally and involuntarily out of pure instinct as the floor gets closer and closer, even if you no longer have the limbs to provide any sort of reaction, and finally another jolt of great pain when the boot, and you, make contact with the floor, a second of pure torture when you barely discern your cockroach body has been so flattened you are not truly being crushed anymore, no sound is produced by the force of the boot over you against the floor.

And this traumatic experience repeats itself with each drunken step from Lena, the traumatic torture making you forget all about your past with Ms. Ishihara, your unfulfilled fetishes with the Transformation Tinder app, your past life or pending commitments when you had a human body. You just feel that you should be dead at this point, yet it's just not happening.

"Next time I see that guy I'm going to kick him" Michelle said as they finally made it to their doorstep

"Ugh..I need the bathroom"

"Fine, just don't pass out" Michelle opened the door and gave Lena the space as she stumbled quickly towards the bathroom. For you the difference on the texture of the floors was just another thing that didn't matter, completely stuck as you were and with the owner of the boot not stepping that hard as she stumbled you just wondered if you would be spared somehow, if at some point your consciousness would be transferred to the boot in some way instead of being trapped as worthless bug remains.

"Ahh, at last" Lena did her business and the lack of being stepped on and crushed finally gave you some clarity to get over the trauma and the pain, to recover your identity and to consider your current situation. With her feet on the floor she was no longer crushing you, but you couldn't see or feel a thing and of course, you couldn't move at all, you felt trapped in a black and dirty ocean. You reasoned at some point she would discover you, but what then? You would just be cleaned up by a napkin or a piece of toilet paper, and discarded to the trash, because that's what any person would do if they discovered they had a cockroach corpse on the bottom of their shoes. The despair, sadness and regret finally started to kick in, knowing that your only hope what Ms. Ishihara, the person who could transform you back, transform you into something else, but the person that had no reason to do so at all. She probably already forgot about you the moment she let you off the house.

What happens next?