Your Sole(Room)mate
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by Jusenkyo)
"You convinced me on the ride over, You'll make a great Insole. A year underfoot aught to show you exactly why this was so stupid, and just in case you do for some reason like it I've got some things your Aunt left here to make it just a bit less pleasant." You saw what she had on the table, you had seen some of the stuff before just sitting around at Norah's house but the one that caught your attention the most was the 'press' with a shoe size adjuster. Simply put it was a device that would pull you out over the whole insole and then she could 'glue' you into shape so you didn't reform while she wasn't wearing the shoes. You never tried to reform so fast in your life, you were scared sure but you needed to set the record strait with your mom right now or you might not get the chance. She had dropped you down while she fiddled with the device and you hurried yourself focusing on your mouth. On the other hand, your body sort of reformed from the effort you tried to say something.
"Mom listen That No--" Helen made a face at your mostly reformed body and had pinched you between her fingers.
"I said I don't want to hear your excuses young man. Honestly, you can't even listen NOW, I hope you get yourself strait in the next year" She shook her head "Now don't struggle or you'll make it worse" She sighed bringing your feet towards the beginning of the device, a sort of double rolling pin or pasta maker thing. You of course tried to resist ending up putting your knees in first instead of your feet, which Helen took note of but instead of reprimanding you again she snickered slightly. Your face of course still flattened could scream out when it flattened and widened your knees doing the work of minutes of pulling in seconds, not to mention the increased pain as it passed your crotch and then your head. You cried a little inside when you realized that because of her cutting you off mid sentence your mouth was basically all the way open. Your cloths of course were long since shredded away. The machine deposited you on a slightly squishy surface, You were looking up through the plastic device, your mother's hand was on a leaver and connected to it a foot shaped press. Your vision was dark as she pulled it squashing you into the material below and pressing it flat. when it lifted you felt you were somewhat pressed around the edges as it reflated. The machine spit you out the other side, Helen holding up a mirror to show you what you looked like. "I told you not to struggle, if you had just stayed still you'd be positioned a bit better, well not that it makes a difference to your function, it's just more pain for you. Maybe that's what you wanted though hmm." She was talking about your crotch, you were in the shape of an insole alright but your crotch had ended up right under the ball of her foot, where as if you hadn't struggled against her it might have been under the arch. "Either way, I don't want weird looks so I'm going to use the black spray, that way you match my regular Insoles. And remember Hunter, that's all you are for the next year because of your stupid choices, my insole." You couldn't scream if you wanted as she sprayed the paint on you. It added a tint to your vision like wearing sunglasses.
You were starting to despair as she got a phone call and stopped paying attention to you. You had always remembered Helen as a fair mother, why was she being so unreasonable! You could only hope that she would calm down after a couple of days but you were not looking forward to even that. She was walking back and you could see her holding it in her hand, it was her work shoes, the raised heel pumps. "Well it looks like I've got another business trip, time to get you settled in." She said lifting you and placing you into the shoe. You now looked up at her as she walked away again to get ready. There was a familiar running around but the anticipation of what was coming was making a pit in your stomach. Once she was done, she slipped her now stocking clad foot into your shoe the crushing weight of it all hit you literally and figurately. The shoes were shaped just so that her resting position was still like standing directly on your crotch and her steps lifted you up only to crash right back down. The swift walk was so much worse than the one that had brought you here, you weren't sure you would last a week of this, let alone the full year of torture. Not only the pain but it was only a few moments before her nylons were just as sweaty as her socks had been, although your body was absorbing her right foot's rather well. You were starting to black out, you couldn't handle it...
You didn't know how much time had passed but when you woke up...
"You convinced me on the ride over, You'll make a great Insole. A year underfoot aught to show you exactly why this was so stupid, and just in case you do for some reason like it I've got some things your Aunt left here to make it just a bit less pleasant." You saw what she had on the table, you had seen some of the stuff before just sitting around at Norah's house but the one that caught your attention the most was the 'press' with a shoe size adjuster. Simply put it was a device that would pull you out over the whole insole and then she could 'glue' you into shape so you didn't reform while she wasn't wearing the shoes. You never tried to reform so fast in your life, you were scared sure but you needed to set the record strait with your mom right now or you might not get the chance. She had dropped you down while she fiddled with the device and you hurried yourself focusing on your mouth. On the other hand, your body sort of reformed from the effort you tried to say something.
"Mom listen That No--" Helen made a face at your mostly reformed body and had pinched you between her fingers.
"I said I don't want to hear your excuses young man. Honestly, you can't even listen NOW, I hope you get yourself strait in the next year" She shook her head "Now don't struggle or you'll make it worse" She sighed bringing your feet towards the beginning of the device, a sort of double rolling pin or pasta maker thing. You of course tried to resist ending up putting your knees in first instead of your feet, which Helen took note of but instead of reprimanding you again she snickered slightly. Your face of course still flattened could scream out when it flattened and widened your knees doing the work of minutes of pulling in seconds, not to mention the increased pain as it passed your crotch and then your head. You cried a little inside when you realized that because of her cutting you off mid sentence your mouth was basically all the way open. Your cloths of course were long since shredded away. The machine deposited you on a slightly squishy surface, You were looking up through the plastic device, your mother's hand was on a leaver and connected to it a foot shaped press. Your vision was dark as she pulled it squashing you into the material below and pressing it flat. when it lifted you felt you were somewhat pressed around the edges as it reflated. The machine spit you out the other side, Helen holding up a mirror to show you what you looked like. "I told you not to struggle, if you had just stayed still you'd be positioned a bit better, well not that it makes a difference to your function, it's just more pain for you. Maybe that's what you wanted though hmm." She was talking about your crotch, you were in the shape of an insole alright but your crotch had ended up right under the ball of her foot, where as if you hadn't struggled against her it might have been under the arch. "Either way, I don't want weird looks so I'm going to use the black spray, that way you match my regular Insoles. And remember Hunter, that's all you are for the next year because of your stupid choices, my insole." You couldn't scream if you wanted as she sprayed the paint on you. It added a tint to your vision like wearing sunglasses.
You were starting to despair as she got a phone call and stopped paying attention to you. You had always remembered Helen as a fair mother, why was she being so unreasonable! You could only hope that she would calm down after a couple of days but you were not looking forward to even that. She was walking back and you could see her holding it in her hand, it was her work shoes, the raised heel pumps. "Well it looks like I've got another business trip, time to get you settled in." She said lifting you and placing you into the shoe. You now looked up at her as she walked away again to get ready. There was a familiar running around but the anticipation of what was coming was making a pit in your stomach. Once she was done, she slipped her now stocking clad foot into your shoe the crushing weight of it all hit you literally and figurately. The shoes were shaped just so that her resting position was still like standing directly on your crotch and her steps lifted you up only to crash right back down. The swift walk was so much worse than the one that had brought you here, you weren't sure you would last a week of this, let alone the full year of torture. Not only the pain but it was only a few moments before her nylons were just as sweaty as her socks had been, although your body was absorbing her right foot's rather well. You were starting to black out, you couldn't handle it...
You didn't know how much time had passed but when you woke up...
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April 23, 2025
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