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Being only a few hours away from their destination, Briar decided it was time for a break. Part of it was for herself, given that she had been driving practically non-stop for almost twenty hours, though it was mainly for Monique. She was the one in the worst position.

Grabbing her from her foot, she pulled her off. Thinking of something to say, her mind was blank. Having no words of comfort to offer her, she just simply set her on the floor of the truck, next to her partner. She figured a few minutes was adequate enough for her.

Briar just felt bad for her. Her whole mess was just all sorts of grimy. The two had been working for a trucking company for a couple of years now. Recently it had been suffering a loss of profit, as such it had been looking for a way out.

Needing all the truckers available to be even more productive, they came up with a unique solution. They couldn’t offer them higher paychecks when they themselves were losing money so they thought of an alternative. Having worked with a TF company before they decided to work with them again.

Though, this time around they weren’t simply transporting their tech. Instead, they were going to use their services. Using it they reasoned it would make the truckers get to their destinations as fast as possible, if not ahead of time. Monique was learning this firsthand herself.

Being the unfortunate employee to be the first assigned to the new ‘TF department,’ she got to experience the new productivity in action. Her bosses had come up with the idea that most of the truckers wouldn’t want to wear their fellow coworkers for hours on end.

So they came up with the solution of forcing Monique to become one of their boots for the entirety of their delivery. It had been decided that Briar, her friend, would be the first to try her out. With no way to talk to her, she was forced to suffer under her friend’s feet.

With her two forms, she had to taste both of her feet for hours on end, as their funk got worse and worse as they produced more and more sweat. In only a few hours, the inside of Monique had become a sweaty, smelly hell hole. She had no way to fight it, she just had to live with it.

Not only that but Briar had been wearing her barefoot, so she was given the unhindered taste of her soles. After almost an entire day of this, she had become filled with her sweat and imprinted by her foot funk. Thankfully though, she was finally given a break.

With her friend’s feet no longer in her, she now had a chance to breathe clean air. Although given how long she had been worn, it took a while for her to really feel it. By the time she had Briar was ready to head back on the road.

Although she felt bad for her, there was nothing she could do for her, save for finishing her delivery. For the next four hours, she’d be at her feet, continuing her current job as her boots. Until it was over that was all she’d be, a sweaty pair of her shoes. 

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