title: Insole Mate aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [SlysterK] id: [18514842] date: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:49:37 下午 modified: 星期五, 十月 21日 2022, 3:58:40 下午
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Insole Mate
Author: SlysterK Source: Insole Mate
When faced with the massive shoes of a gigantic being that could crush whole city blocks beneath a single tread, generally ones first instinct will be to run very far, very fast. But, not you...to you, these shoes represented something wonderful. For, you were a strange one...you were attracted to feet, especially the feet of giant beings such as these shoes' owner. The texture, the scent, the size...everything and everything about their feet was just attractive to you. You had often watched many of these huge beings from afar, most often sneaking inside the homes to catch the errant looks at their feet as they went about the day. But now...now you were going to try something a lot more dangerous. Theoretically, it could even result in your death. But, no way were you going to let something as stupid as the threat of dying horribly stop you from carrying out your plan! What was your master plan, exactly? Well, that was very simple: you were going to sneak inside one of these shoes, and spend a little personal time with their owner's sole when he put them on. It was utterly insane; you knew that right from the moment the idea popped into your head. But it kept nagging you and nagging you from the back of your head, until you just had to cave and do it. You had spent weeks, scoping out various enormous beings and trying to find one that appeared the most to you. That you won't mind spending hours on end against their sole, being stepped on over and over as they just obliviously carried out their normal routine. Hopefully obliviously at least, for if they discovered where you were and what you were doing, well...that could end very badly for you. After the first two weeks, you had settled upon the Kething household, a family of Tyrannosaurus Rex. They numbered four from what you snooping had uncovered, but only three of them were ever around the house. And what interesting people they were.
You had Slyster, the male absent-minded teenage musician college student. Then there was Kathecca Kething, the female serious and dutiful Army ROTC cadet who spent her weekends at home. And finally you had their mother, Halasina Kething, the semi-retired real estate lawyer who spent most of her day working around the house or consulting with others over the phone. There was also a buitreraptor named Deino that belonged to Slyster, but...you weren't interest in the feet of a pet. At first, it seemed like they all had the potential for you to spend a little time with their soles...but, another week showed this was not the case. Kathecca was shortly ruled out due to the nature of her being in the ROTC, and the physical exercise she endured during her day would likely result in you being smashed into a pulp if you hid inside her combat boots. And Halasina rarely wore shoes, since all she did was walk around the house. And when she did go out, it was generally to a shop only a few blocks away to buy some groceries. It wasn't really as long as you had hoped to spend with a giant sole. So that left Slyster, who was more than suitable. You would be able to spend a rather long time from him as, from what you had overheard of his complaining, he had two long classes that were located at practically opposite ends of his campus. While this meant you could expect a lot of walking on top of you, the classes apparently weren't one right after the other so you doubt he ran between them. This removed the risk that Kathecca's training posed, while ensuring you had far longer to spend with the boy's sole than you did with Halasina's. So here you were, standing before the teenage Tyrannosaurus' sneakers.
Black Megalosoleus Robert Sinclair All-Saurs High Tops. Size 10, according to the tag. Rather big, for someone with digitigrade feet. Just the way you liked it. The shoes sat beneath a line of shelves that ran the length of the southern wall of Sly's bedroom. The left one was upright against the wall, but the right...it was on its side, the wide cave-like opening beckoning right before you. Seven thirty-one, that's what the clock over on Slyster's bed stand said. By your estimates, you had five minutes before Slyster got out of his shower and came to get dressed, then another twenty or so minutes before he came back from breakfast for his shoes. So, you had a fair bit of time to at least get acquainted with the piece of footwear you would be inside for the next few hours. You gave one last glance back to the surrounding room, with the dirty laundry strewn and bits of food strewn about the wooden floor. Someone at your size you probably live here for months, maybe even years, like a royalty without the slightest risk. It's not like this teenage Tyrannosaurus paid enough attention to notice someone like you...and that's what you were counting on, his absent-mindedness allowing you to remain unnoticed in his shoe. And now, it was time. You marched forward until you were at the collar of the sneaker and dig your hands into the plastic leathery interior lining, pausing to take a breath in and out before foisting yourself up and into the shoe. Before you were a dark cavern, whose walls and floor were worn-out fabric and foam and that was permeated with a scent that you admit you had not expected. While you knew the shoe's owner didn't exactly sweat owing to his reptilian nature, you expected there to at least be some manner of choking musk. Instead, there was an almost...pleasant smell, a mix of freshly cut grass and soil that had just been tilled. The scent permitted the whole shoe, and certainly forced its way into your nose and probably into your very being...but you wouldn't call it something to write the Geneva Convention about as a weapon of mass destruction.
You walked along what should be the right 'wall' of the shoe, the worn fibers having a bouncy stiffness that made it a little difficult to walk upon as you made your way further into the shoe. Even against the darkness, the dirty tan insole and its faded black text reading 'Megalosoleus' stood out as a representation of the scale of the tyrannosaurus' who foot you would shortly be under. It also represented the unique nature of digitigrade footwear, with its almost slide like shape meant to provide cushioning to not only the tyrannosaurus' sole, but the rest of his foot up until a bit past the ankle. At the distant sound of stomping, presumably Slyster returning, you decided to pause and wait. Midway down the shoe, seemed like a decent enough place to just wait for the boy to get around to putting his shoes on. Taking a seat, you decide to relax, close your eyes, and just bask in where you stood. Your relaxation was promptly shattered by words that cracked the air like thunder.
"Look, I'm sorry, mum! It's not like I meant to forget or anything! The campus is only a few blocks away, and I still got an hour before the final! I can easily make it!" With that shouting that made your ears ring even at this distance, your world suddenly shook as if struck by an Earth quake and you were shot up into the air. You desperately claw at your surrounding as you bounce like a ball off them and prayed to anyone listening that you could find some handhold, any handhold. As luck would have it, you just barely managed to dig your fingers onto the insole as the shaking came to stop. The shoe tips back and you instantly know what that means. Your eyes flick up towards the mouth of the shoe to behold a sight that sends tingles up and down your spine. From the heavens, like the appendage of a god that blocked out the light, came the teenager's massive foot with his toys splayed as if to express some eager anticipation to use you as its insole. Anticipation that would be short lived, as Slyster was putting on his shoe rather quickly! Unfortunately, where you were was nowhere near where the ball of the boy's foot was going to be. You were closer to what would be his 'heel' of sorts, and that would be far less comfortable than your desired spot! The shoe shook a bit and then shifted, the sneaker's angle going a bit flatter as the boy's foot came closer and closer to you. As it turned out, this was just what you needed. No longer at steep angle requiring you to hold on for dear life unless you wished to fall out, you stood up and decided upon a stupid plan: you'd let the tyrannosaur's sole smack into you and push you down into the toe section! It's not like you could out run it down there, and trying would result in you being face down against the insole...not exactly a position ideal for what you wanted to do. So, with that big red leathery sole barreling towards you, you threw open your arms and just waited its arrival.
While there are no doubts that Sly's sole is soft, indeed it is almost like a meaty cushion, having a gigantic sole slam into you at several miles an hour is still not exactly a...pleasant experience. But, beyond likely bruising your entire front size and perhaps leaving you with stinging yet rapidly dulling pain, you were unharmed as the foot pushed you deeper and deeper into the shoe. Seeing as how you were already buried in the flesh of the boy's foot, you decided you might as well start to enjoy it even before the true experience began! Like the shoe it vaguely smelt of grass and soil, but to a far lesser degree...perhaps because of his recent shower. Speaking of the shower, the whole sole was vaguely moist and a tad bit sticky, which explained how you had so easily gotten stuck against it. Despite this, the sole's texture was this strange oxymoron of soft, almost smooth leather-like sensation. You had become buried in the left side of foot's ball, right in the middle of the pillowy flesh like some pebble that had become stuck. You were about the size of one even too...hopefully, that would aid you avoiding detection. Pressed as you were, from deeper under the flesh, you could hear the distant 'thoom-thoom' of the dinosaur's pulse rushing through his veins. It sounded like the sound of distant thunder, and reminded you how minute you were compared to this - your musings were bought to an end as the sole pressed into its proper place at the bottom of the sneaker. The foam of the insole vaguely compressed beneath you as you were pressed into it, but only barely. Something told you that it had been compressed down to the plastic bits beneath it by constant use. Still, it was decently comfortable...a bit like the seat of an office chair, perhaps a bit harder. The foot settled atop you, but it did not stay still. It grinded against you as Sly got comfortable in his shoe. Somehow, the motions of the grinding almost seemed to focus exclusively against your...well, your nether regions. You groaned as the dino unawarely gave you a bit of pleasure, and you embraced it and grinded right back. But, then, the grinding stopped and the world was suddenly in free fall. Slyster's foot dropped down to the floor. The impact was hard, and a resounding plastic smack left your ears ringing like the bells in a church steeple. Yet, against all odds, you once more escaped without injury due to the cushioning of the meaty sole you were pressed against and the vaguely sponge foam beneath it...well, beyond maybe being a bit more deaf than you were before.
As your hearing returned to you, the distant booming words of Sly and his mother passed down through the fibers of the All-Saur and the skin and scales of the tyrannosaur's foot and reach your ears. "Slyster, you are nineteen going on twenty. You really must stop with this hatchling-like 'I forgot' nonsense. You're an adult now, you need to act like one and take your education seriously. Now, get going. You can't be late for this."
An increase in pressure on your body indicated the boy had stood up, a fact confirmed as he took a step and your stomach nearly dropped at the fast motion. The sole vaguely rose off of you before slamming back down in a way that again grinded against you in the pleasurable way. It was like going having a massage on a rollercoaster...and for whatever reason, you were having a blast. "Look, mum, I get it. I do. And, it's happened only twice in four semesters, so it's not like I'm slacking or anything. Okay, don't give me that look, I'm going. Just let me grab my stuff and then I'll be out the door!" The steps continued at a rapid pace, the sensations in your stomach and nethers continuing as well...though with each step, you slowly got used to the disorientation and the feeling of blood rushing to your head as the shoe became vertical.
"Go. I left a lunch for you on the counter, for after the test. You'll do great Sly, just use that brain of yours I know is in there!" You heard Slyster's mother call after him as he fast walked down the hallway. Then there were growls, little squeaks, and the sounds of skittering claws that dance around you, or more specifically Sly's shoes as he walked. Deino, you presumed.
"I'm going out, boy," Slyster said to the small dino, confirming your thoughts, "Just don't give mum any trouble, and we can have a nice walk together once I get back from my History final." A mournful growl came from the animal, but it appeared to get the message as the noises ceased. A few more steps, and the crinkling of paper showed that his lunch was in hand. More steps beating and grinding down against you, followed by the clicks and clacks of locks behind undone then redone as and then Sly made his way out the front door. And with that, Sly took to a decent fast pace of walking down the street...you had done it. You had successfully snuck inside the shoe of a gigantic tyrannosaur to serve as a new addition to his insole. And now you could enjoy every moment of his steps, the carnival ride mixed with the pleasant grinding for...well, who knows how long? At least a few hours, maybe more...all this time, all this grinding had you hot and bothered, you had to admit. Of course, at your size, there was no way the dinosaur was going to feel anything you do to his foot.
All the time in the world, and no chance of discovery...whatever will you do?