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Of all the things one would expect to experience as a shoe, let alone as a pair, nothing can prepare you for the steps. Sure, you could, but it’s something wholly different once you really are being worn. Of course, that is really the last thing you’d expect.

Oh, before I go any further I think I should introduce myself. Hello, I’m Mary, or at least was, right now I’m just the pair of sneakers under my goddess’ feet. Before you ask, yes, she is in fact Kristen Stewart, and I did willingly transform myself.

Although, I didn’t really transform myself, but…well, I had my friend do it. You see, I've had a major crush on Kristen alongside a massive foot fetish and have longed to combine the two, and…um…My witch friend helped me down here.

Don’t worry, I’m enjoying it, I mean who wouldn’t, being constantly stepped on by your celebrity crush, still, despite that it took me a while to acclimate to an existence down here. In hindsight, I should’ve spent some time experiencing all this before jumping the gun.

If I had, I would’ve known what I’d experience for the rest of my existence. Anyway, what was I talking about again? Yeah, that’s right, it’s quite the feeling once you’re stepped in for the first time. Not just being put on, that’s a whole other hot experience, but being walked in.

It seems rather simple, one foot and then another stepping on in a constant rhythm, but it’s unlike anything else. First, my wearer takes a step with their foot, with all their body’s weight pushed on it, causing my insole to be squished as thin as possible.

Then, only a couple seconds later her other foot is lifted, while the other part of me is still being pressed into the ground. Finally, though, that foot is brought down to the ground, with her foot squishing my insole yet again before she gets ready to take another step.

Imagine that but going on for minutes on end, it’s enough to drive someone crazy, not to mention the other smells and tastes involved. Seeing that my tongue ended up as her insoles I’m forced to taste them.

Whatever happens to be on her soles or socks, I can taste. With them is the extremely salty taste of her foot sweat and the blandness of her feet, or the cotton of her socks. The tastes all depend if she is wearing me barefoot or not, same thing with the smell.

Sometimes it is overwhelmingly strong, other times not. Although, there is always a pervasive scent of foot stink and sweat. Over time it has imprinted into my shoe bodies, but that’s to expected. Despite how gross it sounds I love it.

I’ve always enjoyed feet so being this up close to a pair, forced to taste, smell, feel, and ingest all they produce, is heaven to me, especially considering that I’m being worn by my crush. Anyway, I’ve got more things to worry about instead of explaining all this, I’ve got to be a good pair of sneakers for Kristen!

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