Future Insole in law
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 5
by
copier
· original author:
kentwolf
You grunted as your head pressed against the front of the leather boot. Your small hands feeling about in the dark before finding the pebble Kimberly had been complaining about. No wonder she hadn't been able to get it out, it felt like it was half fused into the well worn insole that was under you.
"Ive got it, you can stop!" You cry up to her, as she continues to push. You try to wriggle it free, before realising Kimberly was still pushing you in, your head compressing against the leather.
"Mrs Smalls, stommmph" You cried out unheard as she continued to push, your head flattening out and your body following slowly. The pebble came loose and got pushed along with you. Before long you were compressed into a little wad of gunk at the end of her boot, the pebble buried somewhere inside the wad that was your body.
You faintly heard Kimberly tut to herself and the hand let go of your now flat legs. Faintly you heard her call down to you,
"Jake, are you even trying in there?" She paused waiting for a response, which obviously you could not give in your current state.
"Well this is a let down" She sighed. "You offer to help and then don't even do what you're asked to do minutes later. I don't have time for this. Crawl out when you have whatever was in my boot" She said sternly. You tried desperatly to call out to her that you were trying and needed help, but you only felt the vibrations of her walking back over to her desk.
Inside your smelly, leather prison you heard the faint clicking of the keyboard as she typed away on her computer, catching up on her other tasks. With no pressure pushing you forwards, your body was slowly pushing backwards, sliding across the insole as your body tried to reform in this cramped space. You could feel the pebble under you, digging in slightly. Having no way of knowing how much time was passing, you waited for your body to reform. Unfortunatly, in this cramped space it could only reform so much, leaving you stil mostly shapeless and unable to speak, though you now rested over the entire insole, shaped with the shoe around you.
For the next couple of hours you could do nothing but listen to the faint sounds of Kimberly working, hoping she would come pull you out of this boot soon, you heard the a knock at the door and her typing stopped. You listened to the sound of the door being opened and your fiance's voice faintly through the opening far above you.
"Hey Mom, is Jake still helping you out?" She asked, refreshed after her nap. Kimberly smiled and shook her head.
"I haven't seen him in a while" She said truthfully. "Why don't you come in, I am nearly done on the computer" She said kindly, gesturing for her daughter to enter as she walked past the boots and back over to her computer. You tried to call out to Cassie, but in your current state you couldn't. Chances are, your voice would have been swallowed up by the leather anyway. She had no reason to look inside her mothers boots for her fiance, so she simply gave them an admiring glance and sat near the desk on the windowsill, chatting to her mother as she finished her work.
It was torture knowing your fiance was so close yet unaware you needed her help. You listened to the women chat and begin to make plans with what they could do together once Kimberly was done. You wanted to get out of this boot, hearing that Kimberly hadn't seen you in a while, did she remember you were in here, or did she think you had run off while she worked? You had no idea, but it didn't sound like you were getting free any time soon.
Evetually Kimberly was done and the two of them decide...
"Ive got it, you can stop!" You cry up to her, as she continues to push. You try to wriggle it free, before realising Kimberly was still pushing you in, your head compressing against the leather.
"Mrs Smalls, stommmph" You cried out unheard as she continued to push, your head flattening out and your body following slowly. The pebble came loose and got pushed along with you. Before long you were compressed into a little wad of gunk at the end of her boot, the pebble buried somewhere inside the wad that was your body.
You faintly heard Kimberly tut to herself and the hand let go of your now flat legs. Faintly you heard her call down to you,
"Jake, are you even trying in there?" She paused waiting for a response, which obviously you could not give in your current state.
"Well this is a let down" She sighed. "You offer to help and then don't even do what you're asked to do minutes later. I don't have time for this. Crawl out when you have whatever was in my boot" She said sternly. You tried desperatly to call out to her that you were trying and needed help, but you only felt the vibrations of her walking back over to her desk.
Inside your smelly, leather prison you heard the faint clicking of the keyboard as she typed away on her computer, catching up on her other tasks. With no pressure pushing you forwards, your body was slowly pushing backwards, sliding across the insole as your body tried to reform in this cramped space. You could feel the pebble under you, digging in slightly. Having no way of knowing how much time was passing, you waited for your body to reform. Unfortunatly, in this cramped space it could only reform so much, leaving you stil mostly shapeless and unable to speak, though you now rested over the entire insole, shaped with the shoe around you.
For the next couple of hours you could do nothing but listen to the faint sounds of Kimberly working, hoping she would come pull you out of this boot soon, you heard the a knock at the door and her typing stopped. You listened to the sound of the door being opened and your fiance's voice faintly through the opening far above you.
"Hey Mom, is Jake still helping you out?" She asked, refreshed after her nap. Kimberly smiled and shook her head.
"I haven't seen him in a while" She said truthfully. "Why don't you come in, I am nearly done on the computer" She said kindly, gesturing for her daughter to enter as she walked past the boots and back over to her computer. You tried to call out to Cassie, but in your current state you couldn't. Chances are, your voice would have been swallowed up by the leather anyway. She had no reason to look inside her mothers boots for her fiance, so she simply gave them an admiring glance and sat near the desk on the windowsill, chatting to her mother as she finished her work.
It was torture knowing your fiance was so close yet unaware you needed her help. You listened to the women chat and begin to make plans with what they could do together once Kimberly was done. You wanted to get out of this boot, hearing that Kimberly hadn't seen you in a while, did she remember you were in here, or did she think you had run off while she worked? You had no idea, but it didn't sound like you were getting free any time soon.
Evetually Kimberly was done and the two of them decide...
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March 28, 2025
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