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“Well won’t you look at that Liliana, guess I finally got the jump on you, hehe.” Esita laughed as she scrunched her toes against the transformed woman’s insoles. “Better you than me I suppose, hehe. Anyway, how is it down there? Are my feet treating you nicely?” she teased.

Having only been transformed minutes ago, she was still gathering her bearings. It was a lot to come from flesh and blood to rubber and foam. Despite that most of her senses were working quite well. The most obvious of which being her sense of taste. 

From the moment she had been put on it had been working over time. Given that her tongue was stretched over the entirety of her two insoles she was forced to taste a lot more things than she normally did, chief among them being Esita’s feet.

Liliana could taste every bit of dirt, grime, and sweat covering her soles, as well as the woman’s salty feet. With the overpowering taste came the general smell of her feet. It wasn’t as strong as her feet but it was still something.

With her body being a pair of open heels, most of the smell dissipated into the air around her, though that didn’t mean it was entirely diminished. The stench was a mix of foot funk and sweat. It was bad but manageable. The worst was about to come though.

“Well, we’ve been here for long enough, ever since I put you on I’ve felt this strange urge to go on a long walk. What do you say, Liliana? What was that, oh yeah, heels can’t talk, hehe.” Standing up, Esita stomped her feet onto the ground a couple of times.

As she did so waves of intense pressure were shot through her bodies, particularly on her actual heels. The two sturdy pieces of her body slammed into the ground causing her an intense feeling of dull pain. After the initial shock wore off she quickly noticed the other source of discomfort.

That being the weight now pressing down on her. Esita had been putting all her weight onto her, causing her a tremendous feeling of being crushed, albeit without being squashed. Her body was a bit malleable, especially on her foam insoles, but it held its ground.

Right as she got used to the new weight on her Esita took her first step. For a brief moment, the pressure was relieved from one of her halves before it came crashing back down, and her other half lifted up. Soon enough she began to experience the steady rhythm of her footsteps as she walked around.

Each step as crushing as the last, barely leaving Liliana any room to breathe. Even if she had the time to, she’d be thinking about one thing. Not her feet, or sweat, or even the weight now stomping on her, but of how she could get back at Esita. 

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