The Insole

It was my first year at college, and it wasn't going well. I was struggling to find the balance between class, studying, work, and sleep, and could barely afford to eat most days. I couldn't even dream of affording a car, so that left me only one option. Public transportation.

It was a normal day on the blue line, nothing out of the ordinary, until seemingly out of nowhere, dark rain clouds blocked out the sun and the wind started to pick up. I could see the trees bending from how strong it was blowing. Lighting struck super close by, blinding all the passengers of the bus and causing the bus driver to slam on the brakes.

With the sudden stop, I flew off my seat. Then to my surprise, instead of just crashing to the floor, I kept falling and falling, until I finally landed down hard on my chest. I struggled to push myself off the floor, struggling to breath from the strong impact. Slowly, I caught my breath and stood up.

I looked around in utter horror at the sight around me. Everything in the bus had grown insanely tall, or rather, I somehow became very small. And just as quickly as the storm rolled in, it was gone again and the sun was out. It was almost as though it never even happened.

Now that everything was clear, the driver put the bus back in gear and took off. The sudden lurch of the bus sent me tumbling back to the ground again. As I regained my balance and stood back up, I brushed myself off and began to assess my situation. No one in the bus seemed to have noticed what had happened to me, which made sense because it seemed to have happened at the same time as the flash from the lightning.

I scanned the bus for a familiar face, anyone I knew who might be willing to help me. I had to be careful. If I was noticed by the wrong person, there's not telling what could happen to me. Most people aren't very nice to tiny's, and a lot of people were downright mean.

That was when I saw her. Amelia. I had been in a few classes with her and we've had a few minor encounters over the semester. She seemed like a pretty nice chick, but there was only one way to truly find out. So I began to run towards her, in hopes to catch her attention before that of anyone else. I had just gotten to her foot when the bus lurched to a stop. 

"Well, this is my stop," I heard her tell the woman she was talking to. I knew I had to act quickly. I didn't have time to try and catch her attention, and the last thing I wanted was to end up under her shoe as she walked off, so I did the only thing I could think of, I jumped onto her shoe, grabbed on to the laces, and held on for dear life. 

And we were off. With every step I thought for sure I was going to go flying off, but somehow, every time, I managed to hold on strong enough to keep myself were I was. When she finally stopped for a moment, I wasted no time wedging myself under her laces so I didn't have to worry so much about getting sent flying out anymore.

Once securely fastened, I looked up at my surroundings and saw that she was now waiting for a different bus. As she stood there waiting, she lifted up her other foot and placed it directly on top of me. I tried to move out of the way, but being wedged under the laces did exactly as I had intended, they held me in place.

She remained standing like this for the next few minutes until her bus arrived and she climbed on. I made sure to cover myself what best I could with her laces, so I could avoid any unwanted attention. When she finally got back to the dorm, I realized that I had wedged myself in too well and found myself stuck in the laces and hidden well enough that she didn't notice me as she kicked off her shoes and carelessly tossed them to the side.

Now that her foot was no longer pushing up against me from inside the shoe, her laces were far looser, and after several minutes of wiggling and clawing my way out, I finally found my freedom. As I made my way towards her, she took of her top and discarded it to the floor... Right on top of me!

I could barely move, pinned down by the surprisingly heavy weight of the shirt. I was really beginning to see just how small and helpless I really was. Then without warning, she grabbed her shirt to throw into the dirty hamper. As the shirt lifted up, I found myself stuck inside the fabric. When her hand came to a stop, the slight jerk was all it took to break me free and I fell to the ground.

"What the fuck was that!?"

She saw me fall. She tossed her shirt to the side again and got down on her knees to get a closer look at me. Her eyes squinted for a moment as they focused in on me, then suddenly widened as she recognized me and realized who I was. Thank God. I was saved.

"Eeeeww! You fucking pervert!"

"What!? No you don't under-"

"You actually shrank yourself so you could sneak into my room and spy on me!? I knew you were a creep, but God damn!"

"No ple-"

Her bare foot crashed down on top of me, crushing me into the ground and grinding me into it. When she picked it up I was stuck to the bottom. She held her foot so she could see me and said, "I was going to get in the shower, that's why I was getting undressed, but now I think I'll go for a run instead. Got a big race coming up for track, and I hear you tiny pathetic fucks make for good insoles. Like running on a cloud, people say."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew Amelia was on the track team. She was one of the best runners at the school and was well known because of it. She was known for running all the time trying to better her times. I was fucked and I knew it.

She slid her damp socks back on, trapping me to the ball of her foot. the smell was horrendous, something most men don't think about when they look at a beautiful girl like Amelia. Honestly, I had wished I could be with her for the longest time, but this was by far the furthest thing from what I had envisioned.

I could feel as she slid her foot into her shoe, further sealing me in my fetid tomb. "I hope you know," I could hear her saying as she laced up her shoe, "I can jog for hours. And I absolutely intend to! Have fun down there! And you better be a good insole, otherwise I might have to give you to my boyfriend!" She laughed, and I shuttered.

I spent the next several hours being trampled over and over with thousands of steps as she just kept going. Her feet were hot, drenched in sweat, and stank to high hell. I begged and pleaded in my head for it all to stop, or at least for my body to give way and relieve me of this hell, but it never came. I was now, and forever would be, a permanent insole for a girl who could never get in enough running...

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