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“You really think my job isn’t hard, huh? Being on my feet all day and being a servant to passengers who don’t give a shit about me is as easy as it gets?” Ellie tapped her hosed foot angrily on our floor. She was a flight attendant on Cloud Airlines. She was getting ready to head over to the airport to catch her shift. She was dressed in her normal flight attendant uniform. The flats she always wore were on the ground next to her. They were beaten to hell. They were the flats she wore on each of her shifts for at least three years, and they definitely showed. There was no more hiding the scuffs and worn insole, and there was especially no hiding the potent smell.

“Babe, that is not what I’m saying and you know it. I’m just saying you’re not the only one that can have a bad day at work, okay? The shit I’m dealing with-”

Before, I could finish my sentence, Ellie snapped her fingers and my mouth immediately shut. I tried to open it to respond or yell or do anything, but it was to no avail. I started panicking.

“You know what? I think you ought to come to work with me today. I think you should learn how easy my job really is.”

Ellie snapped her fingers again and I felt myself lift into the air. My body was paralyzed and somehow floating several feet. I watched in absolute terror as she picked up one of her flats off the ground. “I know just where to keep you.”

With that, Ellie pushed the flat into my face. The intense smell hit me immediately. I wanted to gag but I couldn’t. There was nowhere to run. The insole kept pushing further and further, until I realized what was happening- I was melding into the shoe. The further she pushed it into my face, the more I felt my body shrinking and twisting and contorting. My organs diluted into nothingness as I compressed further and further into myself.

“Did I forget to tell you I was a witch, dear? Figured I’d keep it a secret until I needed to use it. Guess that time has come, huh?”

My entire being continued to merge with the stale shoe, until I had encompassed its entire form. For all intents and purposes, I was now Ellie’s flat. She dropped me and I landed with a small “thud”, a reminder of how small I was now.

“Time for work, dear.” Ellie had no hesitation in stuffing me with her hosed foot. I wanted to gag so badly, but had no reflex to do so. I was trapped on her foot for as long as her flight would last.

Each step was horrible. Ellie’s entire weight would smash me into the ground. The drive and walk through the airport felt like hours. This shoe form was so sensitive to every movement and touch. Each time Ellie shifted her foot even the slightest, I could feel myself bend or contort with it. Her hosed foot was soft but relentless. Freedom was so far away.

For the most part, I was treated just like any shoe. The only difference is how Ellie would sometimes press extra hard into me. I knew she was doing it to remind me of what I really was. She truly had no mercy.

Eventually we made it onto the flight. I could hear Ellie chat with the other flight attendants. It was casual woman stuff, but it was the only thing I had to listen to. I was tuning in at one point while Ellie was talking.

“Yea, I’m thinking it’s about time to replace these flats. They’re just not doing it for me anymore. I mean, look at them.”

I felt Ellie left her foot into the air so her fellow flight attendants could take a look. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! El, how are you still wearing those?? They’re so trashed”

Ellie dangled me on her toes. Another voice jumped in. “I can smell it from here too! Girl those are rank.”

I was so humiliated. I wanted to cry, run, do anything to not be in the spotlight. Dangling was a nightmare, I wanted so hard to grab back onto her foot out of fear but I was completely immobile. She was having too much fun with this while I was in hell.

She stuffed her foot back in and slammed me back down to the ground. “Yeah, I might just look for a new pair at the next airport. I think they have a shoe store there.” What?? She couldn’t be serious. She wouldn’t actually dump me like this, would she?

Eventually Ellie carried on with the flight. I could hear the usual flight attendant spiel, only this time I was stuck with her in the driver’s seat. I swore I could see a couple of men staring at me, probably creeps who were drooling over what I must taste or smell like. Trust me, you don’t want to know.

Ellie eventually sat down and buckled herself in when the flight took off. She crossed her legs and dangled me for a bit while talking to the woman next to me, totally uncaring about my situation. The more this day went on, the stronger the tastes and smells were getting. Even with her hose on, I was damp from how sweaty her feet were getting. I was definitely gaining a new respect for their uniforms- Nobody in their right mind should have to wear tights in 90 degree weather.

The flight went on for hours. I wasn’t even sure where we were headed, I just knew I was stuck for the ride. Eventually Ellie stood up and made her way to the bathroom. I felt so unclean being on the ground in there, god only knows what else has been on this floor.

Ellie took me off and, for the first time, held me face-to-face.

“Whew! You smell horrible! Having fun?”
I wanted to call her a fucking bitch, but the only thing coming out of me was the smell of hard day’s work.

“Oh right, shoes can’t talk. Here, allow me.” Ellie snapped her fingers and I immediately felt myself gasp for air. Somehow, she gave me the ability to speak.

“Ellie! How the fuck could you d-” she shoved her giant hand over my insole to quiet me down. Only muffled yells could be heard.

“Listen, all you have to do is admit you were wrong and all of this goes away. Is that a deal?” She lifted her hand off my mouth.

“Fine! You’re fucking right! This is horrible! I’ve been humiliated, I smell like a sweaty fucking foot, and I just want to go home. I’m sorry for what I said, okay? Can I just go home?”

Ellie laughed. “You’re pathetic. You don’t mean any of that.”

I had no chance to retort before Ellie snapped her fingers and I, again, lost my ability to talk. She dropped me on the ground and stuffed me with her foot. I was once again trapped as a slave to my girlfriend's merciless feet.

She walked back out to the hall and continued about her normal flight attendant duties. Bringing snacks, checking in on passengers. She eventually stopped at the seat of one of the men who was staring at me earlier in the flight. As she leaned over him to hand something to the man’s wife, I watched him ogle me. He certainly appreciated all of my wear and tear. I needed a shower. Another lesson learned- being stared at by creepy men was, to nobody’s surprise, horrid.

After another eternity of flight, the plane finally landed. I recalled what Ellie had mentioned earlier and began to feel anxious. I wanted off her feet so badly, but certainly not in a trash can.

She made her way off of the plane and into the airport. She made her way into the women’s room and entered one of the stalls. She sat on a toiled and lifted me off of her foot. Again, I was face-to-face with her. She snapped her fingers and smiled at me.

“Alright. One last chance. What have you learned?”

I was nearly sobbing. “I’m sorry. I get it. I feel the pain of being on your feet this whole time. I’ve felt the stares of men, ogling me as nothing more than an object. I’ve been tormented by your sweat and smells. All I want to do is shower and sleep. I never wanted to go further than this. Please, just let me go. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything.”

Ellie smiled. “You’ve learned.” She snapped her fingers and everything went white.

When my vision came to, I was back in our bedroom. I was back at my normal height, and I could feel my arms and legs. It looked exactly how everything was before I was changed.

Ellie was in front of me. She looked mad, just like she had earlier. I also saw her flats down on the floor by her. I shuddered, remembering what happened.

“You really think my job isn’t hard, huh? Being on my feet all day and being a servant to passengers who don’t give a shit about me is as easy as it gets?” Deja vu.

“You’re right Ellie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I can’t imagine how difficult your job is and I’m thankful for everything you’re doing. I’m so sorry for what I said.”

I was tense, watching her carefully. Ellie stopped and raised an eyebrow. She smiled.

“Thank you. Looks like you finally understand.”

She put her flats on and padded out of the bedroom. I sighed, relieved it wasn’t me on those feet. The first thing I was doing when she left? Taking a shower.

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“You really think my job isn’t hard, huh? Being on my feet all day and being a servant to passengers who don’t give a shit about me is as easy as it gets?” Ellie tapped her hosed foot angrily on our floor. She was a flight attendant on Cloud Airlines. She was getting ready to head over to the airport to catch her shift. She was dressed in her normal flight attendant uniform. The flats she always wore were on the ground next to her. They were beaten to hell. They were the flats she wore on each of her shifts for at least three years, and they definitely showed. There was no more hiding the scuffs and worn insole, and there was especially no hiding the potent smell.

“Babe, that is not what I’m saying and you know it. I’m just saying you’re not the only one that can have a bad day at work, okay? The shit I’m dealing with-”

Before, I could finish my sentence, Ellie snapped her fingers and my mouth immediately shut. I tried to open it to respond or yell or do anything, but it was to no avail. I started panicking.

“You know what? I think you ought to come to work with me today. I think you should learn how easy my job really is.”

Ellie snapped her fingers again and I felt myself lift into the air. My body was paralyzed and somehow floating several feet. I watched in absolute terror as she picked up one of her flats off the ground. “I know just where to keep you.”

With that, Ellie pushed the flat into my face. The intense smell hit me immediately. I wanted to gag but I couldn’t. There was nowhere to run. The insole kept pushing further and further, until I realized what was happening- I was melding into the shoe. The further she pushed it into my face, the more I felt my body shrinking and twisting and contorting. My organs diluted into nothingness as I compressed further and further into myself.

“Did I forget to tell you I was a witch, dear? Figured I’d keep it a secret until I needed to use it. Guess that time has come, huh?”

My entire being continued to merge with the stale shoe, until I had encompassed its entire form. For all intents and purposes, I was now Ellie’s flat. She dropped me and I landed with a small “thud”, a reminder of how small I was now.

“Time for work, dear.” Ellie had no hesitation in stuffing me with her hosed foot. I wanted to gag so badly, but had no reflex to do so. I was trapped on her foot for as long as her flight would last.

Each step was horrible. Ellie’s entire weight would smash me into the ground. The drive and walk through the airport felt like hours. This shoe form was so sensitive to every movement and touch. Each time Ellie shifted her foot even the slightest, I could feel myself bend or contort with it. Her hosed foot was soft but relentless. Freedom was so far away.

For the most part, I was treated just like any shoe. The only difference is how Ellie would sometimes press extra hard into me. I knew she was doing it to remind me of what I really was. She truly had no mercy.

Eventually we made it onto the flight. I could hear Ellie chat with the other flight attendants. It was casual woman stuff, but it was the only thing I had to listen to. I was tuning in at one point while Ellie was talking.

“Yea, I’m thinking it’s about time to replace these flats. They’re just not doing it for me anymore. I mean, look at them.”

I felt Ellie left her foot into the air so her fellow flight attendants could take a look. “Oh my gosh, you’re right! El, how are you still wearing those?? They’re so trashed”

Ellie dangled me on her toes. Another voice jumped in. “I can smell it from here too! Girl those are rank.”

I was so humiliated. I wanted to cry, run, do anything to not be in the spotlight. Dangling was a nightmare, I wanted so hard to grab back onto her foot out of fear but I was completely immobile. She was having too much fun with this while I was in hell.

She stuffed her foot back in and slammed me back down to the ground. “Yeah, I might just look for a new pair at the next airport. I think they have a shoe store there.” What?? She couldn’t be serious. She wouldn’t actually dump me like this, would she?

Eventually Ellie carried on with the flight. I could hear the usual flight attendant spiel, only this time I was stuck with her in the driver’s seat. I swore I could see a couple of men staring at me, probably creeps who were drooling over what I must taste or smell like. Trust me, you don’t want to know.

Ellie eventually sat down and buckled herself in when the flight took off. She crossed her legs and dangled me for a bit while talking to the woman next to me, totally uncaring about my situation. The more this day went on, the stronger the tastes and smells were getting. Even with her hose on, I was damp from how sweaty her feet were getting. I was definitely gaining a new respect for their uniforms- Nobody in their right mind should have to wear tights in 90 degree weather.

The flight went on for hours. I wasn’t even sure where we were headed, I just knew I was stuck for the ride. Eventually Ellie stood up and made her way to the bathroom. I felt so unclean being on the ground in there, god only knows what else has been on this floor.

Ellie took me off and, for the first time, held me face-to-face.

“Whew! You smell horrible! Having fun?”
I wanted to call her a fucking bitch, but the only thing coming out of me was the smell of hard day’s work.

“Oh right, shoes can’t talk. Here, allow me.” Ellie snapped her fingers and I immediately felt myself gasp for air. Somehow, she gave me the ability to speak.

“Ellie! How the fuck could you d-” she shoved her giant hand over my insole to quiet me down. Only muffled yells could be heard.

“Listen, all you have to do is admit you were wrong and all of this goes away. Is that a deal?” She lifted her hand off my mouth.

“Fine! You’re fucking right! This is horrible! I’ve been humiliated, I smell like a sweaty fucking foot, and I just want to go home. I’m sorry for what I said, okay? Can I just go home?”

Ellie laughed. “You’re pathetic. You don’t mean any of that.”

I had no chance to retort before Ellie snapped her fingers and I, again, lost my ability to talk. She dropped me on the ground and stuffed me with her foot. I was once again trapped as a slave to my girlfriend's merciless feet.

She walked back out to the hall and continued about her normal flight attendant duties. Bringing snacks, checking in on passengers. She eventually stopped at the seat of one of the men who was staring at me earlier in the flight. As she leaned over him to hand something to the man’s wife, I watched him ogle me. He certainly appreciated all of my wear and tear. I needed a shower. Another lesson learned- being stared at by creepy men was, to nobody’s surprise, horrid.

After another eternity of flight, the plane finally landed. I recalled what Ellie had mentioned earlier and began to feel anxious. I wanted off her feet so badly, but certainly not in a trash can.

She made her way off of the plane and into the airport. She made her way into the women’s room and entered one of the stalls. She sat on a toiled and lifted me off of her foot. Again, I was face-to-face with her. She snapped her fingers and smiled at me.

“Alright. One last chance. What have you learned?”

I was nearly sobbing. “I’m sorry. I get it. I feel the pain of being on your feet this whole time. I’ve felt the stares of men, ogling me as nothing more than an object. I’ve been tormented by your sweat and smells. All I want to do is shower and sleep. I never wanted to go further than this. Please, just let me go. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything.”

Ellie smiled. “You’ve learned.” She snapped her fingers and everything went white.

When my vision came to, I was back in our bedroom. I was back at my normal height, and I could feel my arms and legs. It looked exactly how everything was before I was changed.

Ellie was in front of me. She looked mad, just like she had earlier. I also saw her flats down on the floor by her. I shuddered, remembering what happened.

“You really think my job isn’t hard, huh? Being on my feet all day and being a servant to passengers who don’t give a shit about me is as easy as it gets?” Deja vu.

“You’re right Ellie. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I can’t imagine how difficult your job is and I’m thankful for everything you’re doing. I’m so sorry for what I said.”

I was tense, watching her carefully. Ellie stopped and raised an eyebrow. She smiled.

“Thank you. Looks like you finally understand.”

She put her flats on and padded out of the bedroom. I sighed, relieved it wasn’t me on those feet. The first thing I was doing when she left? Taking a shower.