Sorority Continuation: Part 5.2, The Next Form

Kaylee and Nina lay where Brooke had left them, flattened and laying in a pair of slippers as insoles.The day passed with several members of the sorority walking past. Finally, Maya, the thick Latina entered the room.

“Oh there they are,” she locked eyes with Nina and Kaylee as she spoke.

Nina was terrified, but Kaylee, as a foot fetishist, was thrilled, her heart beating in her throat. Maya stepped into them without a care or a second thought. Nina was the first to get it, the weight of the Latina woman pressing down on her, crushing her further into the darkness of the smelly slipper. Terror and disgust gripped her immediately, the smell of an unwashed, bare foot overtaking her senses.

Maya stepped into Kaylee’s slipper and a chill ran through the flattened woman. Even before the foot touched her, she could smell the odor coming off Maya’s skin, and it was intoxicating. It was hard to tell since her vision was blocked by the foot, but she could’ve sworn that her vision started to blur from excitement. And then Maya stepped down and Kaylee found herself in a heaven that she never felt before.

The feel of Maya’s foot, the smell and taste of her skin… it was ecstasy. Even the weight was comforting, like a weighted blanket squeezing her comfortably. And then Maya started to walk off, and the pattern of relief and weight, relief and weight felt good and was everything she had hoped it would be.

Nina, on the other hand, hated every minute of it. She couldn't get over the intense disgust of being under this woman’s feet, her unwashed, unmanicured feet.

And thus it was for a while, walked around under Maya’s feet while she was at the house, only to be kicked off when she was sitting on the couch, taking a shower, going to bed, or any other such activity that didn’t require padding under her feet. Nina loved these breaks, finally able to breathe fresh air away from the sweaty foot. And Kaylee had the opposite reaction, immediately missing the sensation of skin against her.

Maybe two weeks later, after a night of heavy drinking, when Maya sat down on the couch, she kicked her slippers off with enough force to send both Nina and Kaylee to opposite ends of the living room. Though Maya was too drunk to notice, and proceeded to fall asleep. Nina was relieved, happy to finally be free of that hell, while Kaylee was horribly disappointed, wondering if this was the end of her fun.

The night passes and Hannah walks into the room, dressed for a run, wearing black running shorts that might as well have been painted onto her toned skin, and a tight olive drab sports bra with a slit down the middle, giving her impressive cleavage. She is carrying her running shoes, and looking into her left shoe.

“Damn, I really need more padding in this shoe,” she muttered to herself. Then she saw Nina laying on the ground near her socked feet. “Oh that might work..”

Nina panicked, terrified of the possibility of going back into a shoe so soon. Hannah reached down, picked up Nina, who was still in a perfect insole-shape. Without hesitation, Hannah pulled the worn out insole from her running shoe and slipped Nina down inside. The stench of the sweaty, beaten-down shoe hit her like a truck. It was worse even than the slippers, the running shoe was more fully enclosed, holding the smell in more significantly. Though it got even worse than that as Hannah inserted the shoe’s insole back into her shoe, running over the top of Nina, trapping her in a more significant darkness than ever before.

Satisfied that her shoe was now sufficiently padded, Hannah pulled them both on, tied them up tight and went out for her run, putting Nina through an even worse ordeal than the last two weeks. Her hope of returning to her three-dimensional form disappeared with every step. Each pounding step compacted her further, and the insole on top of her kept her from expanding on the occasional break from being stepped on.

Kaylee watched it all happen with envy, her opportunity to be underfoot apparently already passed.

Her reverie was broken when Luna walked in. She held a hair tie in her pursed lips as both hands worked on her unruly hair. She held her messy ponytail in one hand and took the hair tie in the other. Working the elastic band into her hair, it snapped and flew across the room.

“Damn it,” she muttered and looked around the floor. Luna’s eyes landed on Kaylee. 

Letting her hair down, she picked up the strange object and turned it over in her hands. Kaylee looked up at her in shock, wondering how she was going to react to seeing a flattened person on the floor. Though Luna, true to her spacy self, didn’t really realize what she was looking at.

Turning it over in her hands, she realized that Kaylee was stretchy. Luna gave her a few pulls and twists to see how it reacted.

“This’ll work,” Luna said, stretching and pulling Kaylee until she was a little over a foot long and an inch or two wide, like an oddly flesh-colored ribbon. Tucking a bit of Kaylee into her mouth, Luna went back to her hair, gathering it up into a high bun. Letting go with one hand, Luna brought Kaylee up and wrapped her around her moon-white hair.

A moment later, Luna walked out of the house in her true bubbly fashion, Kaylee tied into a bow around her hair. Kaylee’s body was mixed up and it was hard to see. Combined with the way she bounced as Luna walked, Kaylee had a hard time keeping track of the world around her.

“Oh hi, Hannah!” Luna greeted the sweaty sister as she approached the house after her run, every inch of her covered in a thick layer of sweat, including both of her feet…