I wrote this cap a while back for myself but I decided you guys would probably like to see it as well. I hope you all enjoy!

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Emma had known her girlfriend was the type to get back at her, but this was too much. Here she was, little more than a shoe insole for her crush. Forced to experience everything that any insole would, albeit briefly, given her crush’s schedule. Who was her crush? None other than Chappell Roan.

All this started during an argument with her girlfriend. Given her crush on the sapphic singer, she couldn’t get her out of her mind, to the point that it started to bug her. Maya was the jealous type, and something like her fawning over some celebrity really pissed her off.

As such, she decided to teach her a lesson. It was pretty clear to her what she should do. That being by making her get crushed by the feet, or rather the foot of her crush. A little time in one of her stage boots would straighten her right out.

So, without warning her, Emma filled out all the specifics in her TF app, and Mia found herself somewhere dark. Having no idea what her girlfriend planned to do to her, it came as a surprise to find herself in the cavern of darkness.

Even more so when Chappell’s fishnet-covered foot appeared overhead. Although there was nothing she could do to stop it. She watched as it rapidly began to descend, ultimately landing right on top of her. As it made contact, Emma realized how screwed she was.

For one, her nostrils, or lack thereof, were still in perfect working order. As such, she was forced to practically huff Chappell’s foot. It was a disgusting scent, made worse by how close it was. All around her was the funk of her feet.

As her foot lay on top of her, she also realized what other sense she was left with. All over her body, she could taste her sole, almost as if her tongue was stretched across her entire body. Like the scent, it was disgusting, if not more so.

She not only had to taste her foot but its sweat as well. The salty liquid, which, as the night went on, was rapidly absorbed by her body. It was also too much, but she hadn’t seen anything yet. During the brief glimpse she saw of Chappell, she noticed she was in concert gear. This meant that…

For almost two hours, Emma was stepped, stomped, danced in, sweated on, and treated as little more than an insole. Her body had been entirely filled with the singer’s footsweat, and then some. The inside of the boot had become like an oven, a pungent one at that,

The boot had become filled with the scent of her foot. It was just an all-around bad experience, made worse that Emma didn’t know when she was going to transform back. It could be that very night or sometime way off.

Once the concert had ended, she kicked off her boots and packed them away for her next concert. Inside the boot, next to all of Chappell Roan’s other footwear, Emma just hoped that she wasn’t going to be her insole for a long time.

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