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It hadn’t taken Nicole much effort at all to convince her son, Dan, to let her transform him into the
left shoe of her favourite pair of mustard stilettos, after she clumsily snapped the heel on the
genuine article whilst getting ready for a big night out.

- I can’t thank you enough for volunteering for this Dan. You know how much I love these shoes; I
just wouldn’t have been able to go out at all if it weren’t for you!

Dan, sat now empty in his new form next to his twin by the sofa, hadn’t agreed to help his mother
out out of any burning desire to spend the night beneath her foot; possessed of an innately
generous, selfless character, he had seen her in distress and had simply offered what he
could to help.
It was not a little ironic, then, that Dan found himself almost immediately regretting his otherwise
admirable altruism the moment his transformation completed.

- M-Mom? I-I feel… Oh God, I can’t move! I’m stuck! I don’t- I don’t think I can do this mom, it’s…
too much!

Whether something had gone wrong during the transformation process or if this was “normal”
Dan did not know. All he knew was the sensation that had struck him upon arriving in his new
shoe-shaped body, of being restrained to the point of claustrophobia inducing paralysis, was
beyond terrible, and as he sat there the feeling only got stronger; tighter. Dan started to panic.

- Fuck, fuck! Mom, please, change me back! It’s- it’s getting WORSE! PLEASE!

As Dan watched from his low vantage, to all outward appearances silent and still and
indistinguishable from his truly inanimate twin, his mother sat down on the sofa directly over him,
ready to put him on, utterly unaware of his distress.

- OK, here we go sweetheart. I promise not to be too rough with you!

Nicole’s pedicured toes wriggled into Dan’s line of sight as her enormous foot came down
towards him.

- Mom NO! WAIT! PLEA- MMMMNNFFF-!

Nicole didn’t so much as flinch or hesitate. She slid her foot smoothly down over what happened
to be Dan’s face, her heel popping into place snug and flush; a perfect fit.

- MMNNN! MHHNNNN!!

As Nicole finished buckling the thick ankle strap that affixed Dan to her foot her son’s nightmarish
paralytic predicament suddenly got far, far worse: Dan realised with horror that in the absolute
darkness beneath the perfect, air-tight seal of his mother’s warm, clammy sole he could not breath.
Nicole stood up, placing her full weight upon her son's face, and Dan, in silent, smothering misery,
began to asphyxiate.

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fUcK I'm finally uploading something after mooching for years and pissing about with dozens of ideas that I never see through

It hadn’t taken Nicole much effort at all to convince her son, Dan, to let her transform him into the
left shoe of her favourite pair of mustard stilettos, after she clumsily snapped the heel on the
genuine article whilst getting ready for a big night out.

- I can’t thank you enough for volunteering for this Dan. You know how much I love these shoes; I
just wouldn’t have been able to go out at all if it weren’t for you!

Dan, sat now empty in his new form next to his twin by the sofa, hadn’t agreed to help his mother
out out of any burning desire to spend the night beneath her foot; possessed of an innately
generous, selfless character, he had seen her in distress and had simply offered what he
could to help.
It was not a little ironic, then, that Dan found himself almost immediately regretting his otherwise
admirable altruism the moment his transformation completed.

- M-Mom? I-I feel… Oh God, I can’t move! I’m stuck! I don’t- I don’t think I can do this mom, it’s…
too much!

Whether something had gone wrong during the transformation process or if this was “normal”
Dan did not know. All he knew was the sensation that had struck him upon arriving in his new
shoe-shaped body, of being restrained to the point of claustrophobia inducing paralysis, was
beyond terrible, and as he sat there the feeling only got stronger; tighter. Dan started to panic.

- Fuck, fuck! Mom, please, change me back! It’s- it’s getting WORSE! PLEASE!

As Dan watched from his low vantage, to all outward appearances silent and still and
indistinguishable from his truly inanimate twin, his mother sat down on the sofa directly over him,
ready to put him on, utterly unaware of his distress.

- OK, here we go sweetheart. I promise not to be too rough with you!

Nicole’s pedicured toes wriggled into Dan’s line of sight as her enormous foot came down
towards him.

- Mom NO! WAIT! PLEA- MMMMNNFFF-!

Nicole didn’t so much as flinch or hesitate. She slid her foot smoothly down over what happened
to be Dan’s face, her heel popping into place snug and flush; a perfect fit.

- MMNNN! MHHNNNN!!

As Nicole finished buckling the thick ankle strap that affixed Dan to her foot her son’s nightmarish
paralytic predicament suddenly got far, far worse: Dan realised with horror that in the absolute
darkness beneath the perfect, air-tight seal of his mother’s warm, clammy sole he could not breath.
Nicole stood up, placing her full weight upon her son's face, and Dan, in silent, smothering misery,
began to asphyxiate.