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   The Infamous Dr. Sakura Fuji:

Chapter One

Words can't describe the degradation I feel, seeing Dr. Fuji vast asleep as my hands feel like they’re ready to fall off and my taste buds ultimately ruined with the after taste of having lapped up an incredible amount of Sakura's foot sweat. How could this Japanese bombshell just do something like this so easily? This is something that has me about as much in awe as I was having once been held in between her index finger and thumb tightly with her long black hair hanging over me as she brought me to her face to verbally correct me. It wouldn't surprise me, with us alone being inside of her condo, the clashing of my tongue rubbing against the soles of her feet, only made it fairly easy for Sakura to fall asleep. The tic and toc of the clock just on her mantle, became nothing more than music to my ears that I chose to move by. I'm not so sure that any other man in my predicament would have thought of the same thing, using the sound of a clock far larger in size just to find some way of pacing himself. It was a needed pace for a set of size nine feet that to me, looked like two box cars in size of a freight train. And in such a great task, at my miniscule ant size, I had to use every fiber of my being to satisfy this giant Japanese biochemist. I have little doubt that I so much had missed an inch of either foot. And to think, having to accomplish it all, as she instructed me to do without any facial expression, looking on to me as if it were a simple thing, would involve the necessity of scaling her nylons like some crazed insect. Once I finished, I fell back onto the cushioning of this ottoman where her feet rests - where I am now lying on my back completely drained and utterly disgusted. My tongue is burning thanks to the having brushed my tongue relentlessly alongside the material of the nylons she still has on.

Tending to her feet took all about three hours. Up until this point, I've had a lot of practice doing this as some foot servant to Sakura; something that's been consistent since the very night that she shrunk me. In fact, it's safe to say that this has been my life for three months now, yet something tells me that my life as Sakura's foot slave is about to get more intense. And even though there hasn't been any other indication that Sakura had any other purpose for me than this, it seems to me there is more to it all....like some broader purpose than what has yet been revealed.

The clock just struck eleven in the evening. Here I sit on the ottoman, naked with nothing but a rather awkward plastic band around my neck that had some odd contraption positioned over my Adam's apple. While I would like to think that it's some sort of collar that she developed with the intent of having placed it on me similar to the way a master would their pets, this collar has a much different purpose. This device over my Adam’s apple allows Sakura to make out what I am saying from my miniature size. At least that's my full understanding of it and that somehow, she has a device that actually cuts it on and off. But as I sit here, I can't seem to stop thinking of ways to escape her.

From what I've seen since the start of my slavery, there aren't any holes in any of the walls or the baseboards along the floor of this condo. Even if such damage was present, where on earth would any of it lead? This building is far from cheap and to my knowledge, we are on the top floor where Sakura has invested in one of the bigger units - arguably penthouse size. And I remember having passed this building numerous times at my normal height. I remember it to be the tallest and biggest building of condos along the main strip in Atlanta, Georgia. But her decor is something that one could say isn't shy of being lavish. Sakura is far from cheap, and it shows most specifically with this living room. Her sofa is slightly cream in color with the matching love seat and ottoman. And the sitting area with its cream colored base mostly has pillows like here in the living room - dark or light blue with a few black pillows with light blue designs stitched across them. Her living room furniture sits on a light gray throw rug that covers mostly the living room portion of the shiny wooden floor, the same colored carpeting that completely covers the floor in the bedroom. I still can't get over the amazing armoire’s she has in this living room, to say the least about her Japanese decorations and different flowers all about the condo. The only thing I gather from it all, despite my appreciation for her taste in home design, is that as tiny as I am, I have countless places I can actually hide.

"Mmmmmm....” Sakura sounded.

Suddenly as she woke, she moved her feet away from the ottoman, away from me with such quick movement that it actually startled me in my miniscule form; a movement that came with her sitting up in the love seat as she would immediately stare at me in all her giant towering beauty.

"That was wonderful slave. It's time now to indulge in your treat. I have it waiting for you in your bedroom little one," Sakura said.

There wasn't so much as a change in her tone, even considering that the "bedroom" she spoke of, to me, may as well been some abandoned slaughter house that still had its stench; she was talking about one of those horrible smelling flats she wore at work all day. This is generally how my nights have ended since she's taking me captive; put away in a shoe she wore a whole day that stunk beyond what anyone would be willing to handle at normal size. This is something I still haven't gotten used to for I vomit inside of them every night at the smell.

"Thank you ma'am," I replied.

"You will eat that entire compound little one - I don't care if you’re full of my foot grime. This is part of my experiment. Once you've finished eating it, you will lie down and rest up for your big day with me tomorrow," Sakura explained.

"Yes ma'am. But can I please sleep somewhere else? I don't want to sleep in your shoe.......it smells," I cried.

"I'm sure it does! And I believe exceptionally worse today considering how much my feet sweat at work. But you will deal with it little one; and will learn to accept it," Sakura replied.

I looked on at this towering giantess, reaching down at her right cream colored flat shoe, and placing it right at the center of the ottoman in front of me where I stood. The movement of her right hand, with its medium length red colored nails, was with a speed I couldn't keep up with. Without any hesitation, upon having placed the shoe in front of me, Sakura picked me up with ease and placed me inside of the shoe just in the center of the dingy insole.

"Eat that entire compound slave. I'm heading off to bed. But keep this in mind little one when you awake, what I explained to you two months ago in your training! I told you that trust is a very important factor that makes it easier for my experiments to work properly. Just so that I let you know that is a trust that is a pendulum that goes both ways as it relates to my tests and observations to run smoothly. Your obedience however will bring you a sense of solace and a rendition of what a normal person would call....freedom," Sakura said.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but, what do you mean by normal," I replied.

Sakura just sat there and looked at me with a slight smile on her face. It's wasn't at all a devilish grin, but one almost similar to that of a mother looking down at her child.

"Well my dear, I will answer your question by proposing one of my own. Perhaps this would seem like a silly question slave but tell me, do you know what an address is," Sakura asked.

"You mean like, where I live? I don't understand ma'am but, what does that have to do with my question of being normal," I asked.

"Well, do you know your address slave," Sakura asked.

"Of course I do. I live at......or rather my address is......the last time that I checked my mail it said......," I replied.

Unbelievable! I couldn't remember my address. I can't even remember whether I lived in a condo or house, to say the least about what side of town I lived on. It's apparent to me that not only is Sakura aware of my inability to remember my address, somehow I'm aware that it's something "I'm not supposed to remember" - as if my memories of that which doesn't concern Sakura and her experiments are now of no use or value to my existence. In another way of putting it, it's like her experiments are ultimately erasing my past from my mind the longer and longer I endure them.

"Your past is of no importance slave. Eat that compound and then lie down and rest. We have a much bigger day tomorrow," Sakura repeated. She quickly stood on her feet after her final demand, and walked away, leaving me inside this shoe, or rather what she calls my bedroom space for the evening.

No matter how many times I've been inside this shoe, not one moment has ever gone by with me not being in awe of it all. For me it was like someone had placed me inside of a half sized stadium without seating and Astroturf. The walls of this shoe are virtually impossible to scale or attempt to damage for some miraculous escape. The thick material on the inside is just as strong on the outside. The surface of this shoe, obviously known as its insole, although hours away from the bottom of Sakura's nylon clad feet, still felt a bit damp and dented due to her weight and wear. This insole had the shape of her foot worn into it in full detail. And yet the smell that never went away, this moment, began attacking my nostrils harshly with no mercy for my sinus. Looking into the darkened closed in section where her toes would rest, I couldn’t help but notice what looked like a smashed up piece of bread; obviously the compound that Sakura spoke of earlier on. I certainly didn't know what this sexy Japanese biochemist had up her sleeve concerning this compound, or bread as it appears to me, but the last I want to do is end up like Rick - squashed like a bug and left in a faded blood stained trace beneath the sole of her shoe.

A whole hour must've past, although I'm uncertain, since having downed the compound that Sakura left inside her shoe. The damned compound tasted the same as her foot sweat simply given that she had it inside her shoe perhaps while at work. I quickly began to feel light headed. No matter how willing I was to remain standing, I simply couldn't. Eventually, I would fall to my knees, rolling around on the insole surface within the inner depths of the toe area of Sakura's shoe, not feeling an inkling of pain but rather disoriented and beginning to see different circles of light within my vision. It is apparent to me that this substance that Sakura made is just having instantaneous affects; another mind blowing creation of at the hands of Dr. Sakura Fuji! So suddenly, as I had done before and a few times since the very start of my experiences with her, I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.........

**FIVE HOURS LATER**

"I'm about ready now Taylor. I will arrive at the office in roughly thirty minutes.....," Sakura said. "What's that?"

I'm slowly regaining consciousness, overhearing Sakura on what sounds like a phone call. Her voice is carrying, deafening to my ears as it seems to be a call of distinct importance. I suspect that whoever this is that she is speaking to, could possibly be one of her lab assistants. From my perspective, all I can see is Sakura from a much different angle - almost like I'm looking at her from the floor and partially underneath a chair that she is sitting in. It feels like I am lying on my back whereas I have a clear view under her desk. She appears to be fully clothed with a taupe colored skirt on and what looks like white hosiery covering her legs and feet. That being said, I can tell she is sitting in her big office chair with her right leg crossed over her left, with her right hosed clad foot hovering just above me and rocking back and forth. Her blouse, the portion of it that I can see, looks to be the same tone of cream color of the shoe that she placed me into.

"Surely they can't be serious Taylor. No way! I've only one prototype for the mensole experiment and that one isn't complete with testing yet. In fact, I'm going to need at least seven days to gather accurate data concerning its complete durability to give a proper report. Unbelievable! And just who the hell was it that requested such nonsense anyway," Sakura asked.

Insatiable curiosity! Fortunately I've always had the ability to focus well on two different things. While I can't help but to be attentive to this phone call Sakura is on, something else has my focus that, for me, is something of interest.

The walls around me are the exact same walls of Sakura's cream colored flat except, now they don't seem as large to me as before. Somehow, someway, I appear bigger than what I once was. But perhaps it's just saving grace. I have absolutely no feeling of any of my extremities. The only thing that I can feel is a slight breeze brush across my face, one more than likely flowing from a nearby vent here at ground level. I no longer have the taste of Sakura's feet in my mouth, not to mention that I can't even smell the rancid odor from her feet like before. What is interesting is the remarkable scent that is now all around my nose - one that what just about anyone would smell emitting from a "new shoe". But this scent is also accompanied by some flowery like fragrance in my nose. The fact that I can't move is however, very concerning. To put the cherry on the cake so to speak, even my face feels weird. My face feels awfully stretched, with my nose and mouth being enveloped by the very air that I release. It's as if I am wearing a mask or perhaps some sort of half facial shield. It doesn't make sense. And even as I wish to interject a question to Sakura, knowing full well that she doesn't like to be interrupted, I literally cannot even speak.

"DAMN IT - I KNEW IT! I knew that someone would tell that idiot about my work. This conference today was supposed to be nothing more than a band of women witnessing my work at play. Now that this defense attorney is in on it, I will bet that he tries to scrap the whole program. Well, we aren't going to allow that to happen, Taylor! This is about women's rights and you know that this lawyer is going to object to this research right off the bat," Sakura said. "And what time did he say that he would be in?"

Research? Mensole? Oh no.....It can't be! But of course I am now. The fact that I can't move and still inside this shoe only brings clearance to the fact. That compound, overnight, must have made it possible for my very essence and body to become the insole of Sakura's shoe. Incredible! Thus the mask or covering I thought of is actually incorrect. Rather my mouth and nose had been manipulated in some fashion to be precisely where her toes rest.

"Oh...well that's good to know. He's pulling up to the lab now? This is actually the turn of luck that we need. Taylor, do me a favor, make sure you give him the tour that he is asking for......while he indulges in some of our special coffee. Once he's.....where he needs to be, I want him placed inside of a little box and placed in my office. I must say, his arrival so early in the morning is actually a good thing," Sakura said. "I'm on my way!"

Sakura's right foot is descending towards me. The very moment she got off her cell phone call, was the very moment she uncrossed her legs.

"SPOOF!" That was the sound of Sakura's toes landing just on the center of the insole, giving me the unexpected feeling of something hitting my chest. No way! It's like my chest has been rearranged to fit in between my eyes and the bottom regions of my nose and mouth. And there was nothing I could physically do to prepare myself for this - or even be prepared mentally for something I have never endured. That compound obviously caused some sick and twisted metamorphosis of my body, causing me to transmute into the insole of Sakura's shoe. She would then slide her feet towards the toe section, causing the fabric of her nylon to brush against the bridge of my nose and would eventually stop just over my mouth, both located in the closed in section in the front of the shoe. But Sakura slightly prolonged the moment. Her heel hovered above my eyes, leaving me to just get a close up view of her nylon clad heel.

"Good morning Devon. Normally I would address you properly as slave but as I indicated last night, this is a big day for you. You my dear...are a mensole. I feel that it is vital to at least keep you informed on the changes you have sustained.....for you will be like this for seven days. You may realize that the odor that you complained about is no longer present. It all has to do with the compound that you consumed my dear. You are a mensole....designed to bring comfort to the one who wears you which includes being both sweat and odor absorbent. Today, I will have another volunteer that will join you....so that I can have a matching set of mensoles. This is important for me considering how annoyed I get at times. Your inability to speak in this matter, I must say, is a good thing. Who ever heard of a shoe that could speak? And just so that you are aware, this explains the loss of your memory. You have been made to fit and tend to the feet of the very one that owns you. That's what mensoles are all about; a redefined and sensible version of what is known to some as a memory foam. My mention of being annoyed, I couldn't possibly deal with your nervousness under my right foot and simply have my left foot left out. Your nervousness in the matter actually brings a certain reaction when worn - a massage underneath the foot that rests on you," Sakura said.

I couldn't believe it - and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. But something tells me that this lawyer that she spoke of is going to join me as the Sakura's left shoe "mensole".

"You will have a full experience of what it is like to be a shoe. The walking and wear won't be as painful as long as you just accept it - to say the least about me not paying you any attention. As for your future counterpart, he won't be so lucky.....and I'm really thinking the same of the bitch that told him about my work. Well my dear, I will speak more with you in seven days........take care," Sakura said.

The whole time that she spoke to me like this, an insole of her damned flat shoe, her right foot was cocked a bit to the right as she leaned that same direction to look down into my eyes. But just as soon as she spoke her last, she would turn away from me and lower her heel slowly.....introducing me to the complete darkness inside of her shoe and the nylon covered meaty flesh of her foot. It wasn't long thereafter that I felt an immense amount of pressure smashing my face mercilessly.....over and over.........

EPILOGUE

"THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!" Devon was getting pounded relentlessly - and no one that Dr. Sakura Fuji walked by would even notice. But then again, it was literally seven in the morning. There weren’t too many residents up so early just yet. And why would they care. There wasn't one shred of evidence of anything sentient being inside of the shoe worn on Sakura's right foot…..at least not without one taking a fairly close look. He had been in her shoe before but this is different - he is rather a part of it. And considering that thing that women do just before exiting their home, standing still and make any little simple adjustment to their attire, the pain that Devon felt upon his face was not just indescribable, but likewise, terror incognita! Before, there were periods of time that Sakura would drop him inside of this same shoe as she would wear it, sending him bouncing from wall to wall throughout her walking. The smell then was far more hideous a thing than the feeling of being inside of some oversized sauna with the source of the heat being some sexy woman's nylon clad foot. This was beyond Devon's ability to comprehend. The first step, although the worse, drove the wind completely out of him, but yet a wind that would cool the inside of Sakura's shoe, causing a sensation that to her, felt like a message! And as she continued to walk, there was one thing that became distinct to Devon. He found some significance concerning each moment he would brace himself for her footfalls. It was like he was bracing himself, not to get used to it, but somehow quickly developed to "the will to". What was that she said....."memory foam"? Not only had he completely lost all control and feeling of his faculty....but he also had no control of his thought process or whatever it was he wanted to think about. Obviously, a simple incentive now being nothing more than a "mensole" in Dr. Sakura Fuji's shoe!

While on the elevator, standing with her back against the wall and behind a few other residents, Sakura took one look at her right shoe with a bit of a grin about her face. The feeling beneath her right foot was so gratifying.....so remarkable....that the longer that she felt it, she began to have second thoughts about returning Devon back to his regular form as a shrunken foot servant within seven days......and she of course knew just what to do to make his position now in life......permanent.

     As Sakura would step off the elevator, immediately heading towards the exit to meet catch her ride to work, she quickly reached for her cell phone, having received an unexpected text from a close friend she has working Congress. The text read: “….congratulations Doctor….your plans are up for a vote and I can make sure it will be made law…”!

      “YESS…..thank you Lauren…..”

To Be Continued.........

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   The Infamous Dr. Sakura Fuji:

Chapter One

Words can't describe the degradation I feel, seeing Dr. Fuji vast asleep as my hands feel like they’re ready to fall off and my taste buds ultimately ruined with the after taste of having lapped up an incredible amount of Sakura's foot sweat. How could this Japanese bombshell just do something like this so easily? This is something that has me about as much in awe as I was having once been held in between her index finger and thumb tightly with her long black hair hanging over me as she brought me to her face to verbally correct me. It wouldn't surprise me, with us alone being inside of her condo, the clashing of my tongue rubbing against the soles of her feet, only made it fairly easy for Sakura to fall asleep. The tic and toc of the clock just on her mantle, became nothing more than music to my ears that I chose to move by. I'm not so sure that any other man in my predicament would have thought of the same thing, using the sound of a clock far larger in size just to find some way of pacing himself. It was a needed pace for a set of size nine feet that to me, looked like two box cars in size of a freight train. And in such a great task, at my miniscule ant size, I had to use every fiber of my being to satisfy this giant Japanese biochemist. I have little doubt that I so much had missed an inch of either foot. And to think, having to accomplish it all, as she instructed me to do without any facial expression, looking on to me as if it were a simple thing, would involve the necessity of scaling her nylons like some crazed insect. Once I finished, I fell back onto the cushioning of this ottoman where her feet rests - where I am now lying on my back completely drained and utterly disgusted. My tongue is burning thanks to the having brushed my tongue relentlessly alongside the material of the nylons she still has on.

Tending to her feet took all about three hours. Up until this point, I've had a lot of practice doing this as some foot servant to Sakura; something that's been consistent since the very night that she shrunk me. In fact, it's safe to say that this has been my life for three months now, yet something tells me that my life as Sakura's foot slave is about to get more intense. And even though there hasn't been any other indication that Sakura had any other purpose for me than this, it seems to me there is more to it all....like some broader purpose than what has yet been revealed.

The clock just struck eleven in the evening. Here I sit on the ottoman, naked with nothing but a rather awkward plastic band around my neck that had some odd contraption positioned over my Adam's apple. While I would like to think that it's some sort of collar that she developed with the intent of having placed it on me similar to the way a master would their pets, this collar has a much different purpose. This device over my Adam’s apple allows Sakura to make out what I am saying from my miniature size. At least that's my full understanding of it and that somehow, she has a device that actually cuts it on and off. But as I sit here, I can't seem to stop thinking of ways to escape her.

From what I've seen since the start of my slavery, there aren't any holes in any of the walls or the baseboards along the floor of this condo. Even if such damage was present, where on earth would any of it lead? This building is far from cheap and to my knowledge, we are on the top floor where Sakura has invested in one of the bigger units - arguably penthouse size. And I remember having passed this building numerous times at my normal height. I remember it to be the tallest and biggest building of condos along the main strip in Atlanta, Georgia. But her decor is something that one could say isn't shy of being lavish. Sakura is far from cheap, and it shows most specifically with this living room. Her sofa is slightly cream in color with the matching love seat and ottoman. And the sitting area with its cream colored base mostly has pillows like here in the living room - dark or light blue with a few black pillows with light blue designs stitched across them. Her living room furniture sits on a light gray throw rug that covers mostly the living room portion of the shiny wooden floor, the same colored carpeting that completely covers the floor in the bedroom. I still can't get over the amazing armoire’s she has in this living room, to say the least about her Japanese decorations and different flowers all about the condo. The only thing I gather from it all, despite my appreciation for her taste in home design, is that as tiny as I am, I have countless places I can actually hide.

"Mmmmmm....” Sakura sounded.

Suddenly as she woke, she moved her feet away from the ottoman, away from me with such quick movement that it actually startled me in my miniscule form; a movement that came with her sitting up in the love seat as she would immediately stare at me in all her giant towering beauty.

"That was wonderful slave. It's time now to indulge in your treat. I have it waiting for you in your bedroom little one," Sakura said.

There wasn't so much as a change in her tone, even considering that the "bedroom" she spoke of, to me, may as well been some abandoned slaughter house that still had its stench; she was talking about one of those horrible smelling flats she wore at work all day. This is generally how my nights have ended since she's taking me captive; put away in a shoe she wore a whole day that stunk beyond what anyone would be willing to handle at normal size. This is something I still haven't gotten used to for I vomit inside of them every night at the smell.

"Thank you ma'am," I replied.

"You will eat that entire compound little one - I don't care if you’re full of my foot grime. This is part of my experiment. Once you've finished eating it, you will lie down and rest up for your big day with me tomorrow," Sakura explained.

"Yes ma'am. But can I please sleep somewhere else? I don't want to sleep in your shoe.......it smells," I cried.

"I'm sure it does! And I believe exceptionally worse today considering how much my feet sweat at work. But you will deal with it little one; and will learn to accept it," Sakura replied.

I looked on at this towering giantess, reaching down at her right cream colored flat shoe, and placing it right at the center of the ottoman in front of me where I stood. The movement of her right hand, with its medium length red colored nails, was with a speed I couldn't keep up with. Without any hesitation, upon having placed the shoe in front of me, Sakura picked me up with ease and placed me inside of the shoe just in the center of the dingy insole.

"Eat that entire compound slave. I'm heading off to bed. But keep this in mind little one when you awake, what I explained to you two months ago in your training! I told you that trust is a very important factor that makes it easier for my experiments to work properly. Just so that I let you know that is a trust that is a pendulum that goes both ways as it relates to my tests and observations to run smoothly. Your obedience however will bring you a sense of solace and a rendition of what a normal person would call....freedom," Sakura said.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry but, what do you mean by normal," I replied.

Sakura just sat there and looked at me with a slight smile on her face. It's wasn't at all a devilish grin, but one almost similar to that of a mother looking down at her child.

"Well my dear, I will answer your question by proposing one of my own. Perhaps this would seem like a silly question slave but tell me, do you know what an address is," Sakura asked.

"You mean like, where I live? I don't understand ma'am but, what does that have to do with my question of being normal," I asked.

"Well, do you know your address slave," Sakura asked.

"Of course I do. I live at......or rather my address is......the last time that I checked my mail it said......," I replied.

Unbelievable! I couldn't remember my address. I can't even remember whether I lived in a condo or house, to say the least about what side of town I lived on. It's apparent to me that not only is Sakura aware of my inability to remember my address, somehow I'm aware that it's something "I'm not supposed to remember" - as if my memories of that which doesn't concern Sakura and her experiments are now of no use or value to my existence. In another way of putting it, it's like her experiments are ultimately erasing my past from my mind the longer and longer I endure them.

"Your past is of no importance slave. Eat that compound and then lie down and rest. We have a much bigger day tomorrow," Sakura repeated. She quickly stood on her feet after her final demand, and walked away, leaving me inside this shoe, or rather what she calls my bedroom space for the evening.

No matter how many times I've been inside this shoe, not one moment has ever gone by with me not being in awe of it all. For me it was like someone had placed me inside of a half sized stadium without seating and Astroturf. The walls of this shoe are virtually impossible to scale or attempt to damage for some miraculous escape. The thick material on the inside is just as strong on the outside. The surface of this shoe, obviously known as its insole, although hours away from the bottom of Sakura's nylon clad feet, still felt a bit damp and dented due to her weight and wear. This insole had the shape of her foot worn into it in full detail. And yet the smell that never went away, this moment, began attacking my nostrils harshly with no mercy for my sinus. Looking into the darkened closed in section where her toes would rest, I couldn’t help but notice what looked like a smashed up piece of bread; obviously the compound that Sakura spoke of earlier on. I certainly didn't know what this sexy Japanese biochemist had up her sleeve concerning this compound, or bread as it appears to me, but the last I want to do is end up like Rick - squashed like a bug and left in a faded blood stained trace beneath the sole of her shoe.

A whole hour must've past, although I'm uncertain, since having downed the compound that Sakura left inside her shoe. The damned compound tasted the same as her foot sweat simply given that she had it inside her shoe perhaps while at work. I quickly began to feel light headed. No matter how willing I was to remain standing, I simply couldn't. Eventually, I would fall to my knees, rolling around on the insole surface within the inner depths of the toe area of Sakura's shoe, not feeling an inkling of pain but rather disoriented and beginning to see different circles of light within my vision. It is apparent to me that this substance that Sakura made is just having instantaneous affects; another mind blowing creation of at the hands of Dr. Sakura Fuji! So suddenly, as I had done before and a few times since the very start of my experiences with her, I feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.........

**FIVE HOURS LATER**

"I'm about ready now Taylor. I will arrive at the office in roughly thirty minutes.....," Sakura said. "What's that?"

I'm slowly regaining consciousness, overhearing Sakura on what sounds like a phone call. Her voice is carrying, deafening to my ears as it seems to be a call of distinct importance. I suspect that whoever this is that she is speaking to, could possibly be one of her lab assistants. From my perspective, all I can see is Sakura from a much different angle - almost like I'm looking at her from the floor and partially underneath a chair that she is sitting in. It feels like I am lying on my back whereas I have a clear view under her desk. She appears to be fully clothed with a taupe colored skirt on and what looks like white hosiery covering her legs and feet. That being said, I can tell she is sitting in her big office chair with her right leg crossed over her left, with her right hosed clad foot hovering just above me and rocking back and forth. Her blouse, the portion of it that I can see, looks to be the same tone of cream color of the shoe that she placed me into.

"Surely they can't be serious Taylor. No way! I've only one prototype for the mensole experiment and that one isn't complete with testing yet. In fact, I'm going to need at least seven days to gather accurate data concerning its complete durability to give a proper report. Unbelievable! And just who the hell was it that requested such nonsense anyway," Sakura asked.

Insatiable curiosity! Fortunately I've always had the ability to focus well on two different things. While I can't help but to be attentive to this phone call Sakura is on, something else has my focus that, for me, is something of interest.

The walls around me are the exact same walls of Sakura's cream colored flat except, now they don't seem as large to me as before. Somehow, someway, I appear bigger than what I once was. But perhaps it's just saving grace. I have absolutely no feeling of any of my extremities. The only thing that I can feel is a slight breeze brush across my face, one more than likely flowing from a nearby vent here at ground level. I no longer have the taste of Sakura's feet in my mouth, not to mention that I can't even smell the rancid odor from her feet like before. What is interesting is the remarkable scent that is now all around my nose - one that what just about anyone would smell emitting from a "new shoe". But this scent is also accompanied by some flowery like fragrance in my nose. The fact that I can't move is however, very concerning. To put the cherry on the cake so to speak, even my face feels weird. My face feels awfully stretched, with my nose and mouth being enveloped by the very air that I release. It's as if I am wearing a mask or perhaps some sort of half facial shield. It doesn't make sense. And even as I wish to interject a question to Sakura, knowing full well that she doesn't like to be interrupted, I literally cannot even speak.

"DAMN IT - I KNEW IT! I knew that someone would tell that idiot about my work. This conference today was supposed to be nothing more than a band of women witnessing my work at play. Now that this defense attorney is in on it, I will bet that he tries to scrap the whole program. Well, we aren't going to allow that to happen, Taylor! This is about women's rights and you know that this lawyer is going to object to this research right off the bat," Sakura said. "And what time did he say that he would be in?"

Research? Mensole? Oh no.....It can't be! But of course I am now. The fact that I can't move and still inside this shoe only brings clearance to the fact. That compound, overnight, must have made it possible for my very essence and body to become the insole of Sakura's shoe. Incredible! Thus the mask or covering I thought of is actually incorrect. Rather my mouth and nose had been manipulated in some fashion to be precisely where her toes rest.

"Oh...well that's good to know. He's pulling up to the lab now? This is actually the turn of luck that we need. Taylor, do me a favor, make sure you give him the tour that he is asking for......while he indulges in some of our special coffee. Once he's.....where he needs to be, I want him placed inside of a little box and placed in my office. I must say, his arrival so early in the morning is actually a good thing," Sakura said. "I'm on my way!"

Sakura's right foot is descending towards me. The very moment she got off her cell phone call, was the very moment she uncrossed her legs.

"SPOOF!" That was the sound of Sakura's toes landing just on the center of the insole, giving me the unexpected feeling of something hitting my chest. No way! It's like my chest has been rearranged to fit in between my eyes and the bottom regions of my nose and mouth. And there was nothing I could physically do to prepare myself for this - or even be prepared mentally for something I have never endured. That compound obviously caused some sick and twisted metamorphosis of my body, causing me to transmute into the insole of Sakura's shoe. She would then slide her feet towards the toe section, causing the fabric of her nylon to brush against the bridge of my nose and would eventually stop just over my mouth, both located in the closed in section in the front of the shoe. But Sakura slightly prolonged the moment. Her heel hovered above my eyes, leaving me to just get a close up view of her nylon clad heel.

"Good morning Devon. Normally I would address you properly as slave but as I indicated last night, this is a big day for you. You my dear...are a mensole. I feel that it is vital to at least keep you informed on the changes you have sustained.....for you will be like this for seven days. You may realize that the odor that you complained about is no longer present. It all has to do with the compound that you consumed my dear. You are a mensole....designed to bring comfort to the one who wears you which includes being both sweat and odor absorbent. Today, I will have another volunteer that will join you....so that I can have a matching set of mensoles. This is important for me considering how annoyed I get at times. Your inability to speak in this matter, I must say, is a good thing. Who ever heard of a shoe that could speak? And just so that you are aware, this explains the loss of your memory. You have been made to fit and tend to the feet of the very one that owns you. That's what mensoles are all about; a redefined and sensible version of what is known to some as a memory foam. My mention of being annoyed, I couldn't possibly deal with your nervousness under my right foot and simply have my left foot left out. Your nervousness in the matter actually brings a certain reaction when worn - a massage underneath the foot that rests on you," Sakura said.

I couldn't believe it - and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. But something tells me that this lawyer that she spoke of is going to join me as the Sakura's left shoe "mensole".

"You will have a full experience of what it is like to be a shoe. The walking and wear won't be as painful as long as you just accept it - to say the least about me not paying you any attention. As for your future counterpart, he won't be so lucky.....and I'm really thinking the same of the bitch that told him about my work. Well my dear, I will speak more with you in seven days........take care," Sakura said.

The whole time that she spoke to me like this, an insole of her damned flat shoe, her right foot was cocked a bit to the right as she leaned that same direction to look down into my eyes. But just as soon as she spoke her last, she would turn away from me and lower her heel slowly.....introducing me to the complete darkness inside of her shoe and the nylon covered meaty flesh of her foot. It wasn't long thereafter that I felt an immense amount of pressure smashing my face mercilessly.....over and over.........

EPILOGUE

"THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!" Devon was getting pounded relentlessly - and no one that Dr. Sakura Fuji walked by would even notice. But then again, it was literally seven in the morning. There weren’t too many residents up so early just yet. And why would they care. There wasn't one shred of evidence of anything sentient being inside of the shoe worn on Sakura's right foot…..at least not without one taking a fairly close look. He had been in her shoe before but this is different - he is rather a part of it. And considering that thing that women do just before exiting their home, standing still and make any little simple adjustment to their attire, the pain that Devon felt upon his face was not just indescribable, but likewise, terror incognita! Before, there were periods of time that Sakura would drop him inside of this same shoe as she would wear it, sending him bouncing from wall to wall throughout her walking. The smell then was far more hideous a thing than the feeling of being inside of some oversized sauna with the source of the heat being some sexy woman's nylon clad foot. This was beyond Devon's ability to comprehend. The first step, although the worse, drove the wind completely out of him, but yet a wind that would cool the inside of Sakura's shoe, causing a sensation that to her, felt like a message! And as she continued to walk, there was one thing that became distinct to Devon. He found some significance concerning each moment he would brace himself for her footfalls. It was like he was bracing himself, not to get used to it, but somehow quickly developed to "the will to". What was that she said....."memory foam"? Not only had he completely lost all control and feeling of his faculty....but he also had no control of his thought process or whatever it was he wanted to think about. Obviously, a simple incentive now being nothing more than a "mensole" in Dr. Sakura Fuji's shoe!

While on the elevator, standing with her back against the wall and behind a few other residents, Sakura took one look at her right shoe with a bit of a grin about her face. The feeling beneath her right foot was so gratifying.....so remarkable....that the longer that she felt it, she began to have second thoughts about returning Devon back to his regular form as a shrunken foot servant within seven days......and she of course knew just what to do to make his position now in life......permanent.

     As Sakura would step off the elevator, immediately heading towards the exit to meet catch her ride to work, she quickly reached for her cell phone, having received an unexpected text from a close friend she has working Congress. The text read: “….congratulations Doctor….your plans are up for a vote and I can make sure it will be made law…”!

      “YESS…..thank you Lauren…..”

To Be Continued.........