For my final cap, we have my half of a trade I made with none-other than @Zafvod.

Their half is found here:

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“Well, well, well, how are you enjoying your new place in life? I just know that you are enjoying it, you little bitch. God, how long I’ve wanted to do this. You don’t even know how good this feels to me. Plus, you make quite a comfortable shoe.”

“I know that it’s already been about a week but I’m still mad over what you did. It was honestly good of her to do this to you, y’know. Now you are just a smelly shoe, my smelly little shoe. I hope you enjoy being treated like this, since this is all I’ll ever treat you like.”

As this onslaught continued on and on, Mark just got more and more confused. Who was this “her” she was talking about? Hell, who was this woman? He had never seen her before in his entire life. All of this started only a few days ago.

He woke up one morning to find himself unable to move, talk, or really do anything, least of all speak. He was alone for a couple of hours, at least that is what it seemed, before she appeared for the first time. Upon seeing her, he tried his best to figure out who she was, or at least speak to her, which he couldn't even do.

Although given how he didn’t even know who she was, that was rather difficult. Shortly after seeing her face, she was greeted by her bare sole. What followed was quite the feeling as his entire body was crushed by not only her foot but all her weight as well. 

Then she took a step, giving him a short break from her weight but not her foot. Then another step and another and another. As this went on, he was greeted by both the scent and taste of her foot. The scent was a mix of her washed foot and just general foot funk.

It was a scent that the longer he was worn got worse and worse. Over the next few days, his body would be imprinted with it, the same thing with her foot’s taste and sweat. The taste was just bad, being forced to savor her somewhat dirty sole. 

Her sweat was just as bad as that; he was forced to not only taste it but absorb it as well. His entire tongue, or more accurately, his tongue, got filled with the stuff, it becoming ever-present. All the sweat, smells, and tastes were bad, but that wasn’t the worst part of this. 

The worst part was that this whole thing wasn’t even intended for him. It was quite obvious that he was the victim of some unfortunate misunderstanding. Thanks to it, he was forced to be this random woman’s shoe. Her smelly shoe at that. 

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