Under the Foot - Insole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Feet, Object TF, Sweat, Caption, Objectification
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Last Part:Stagnant Relationship - Sex Doll TFThe city marathon was the biggest event of the spring. Banners hung fr…
The city marathon was the biggest event of the spring. Banners hung from every lamppost, volunteers in bright yellow vests directed crowds, and thousands of runners gathered at the university campus where the starting line had been set up. Matilda stood among them, stretching her purple legs and feeling excited for the first time in months. Back in her college days, before the kids, before the suppressants, she'd run a 13km marathon and actually finished. Not just finished, but finished first among the squishies. Most of the others had gotten stepped on, squished into the pavement or absorbed into someone's shoe before the halfway point. Not Matilda. She'd been quick. She'd been careful. 'I can do this again,' she thought, bouncing on her heels. 'I'm in the best shape of my life!' Her plan was simple. Hit the sauna first to warm up her squishy body, then head to the starting line for some light stretching. The university sauna was in the basement of the athletics building. Steam rolled out when Matilda pushed open the door, and the heat hit her like a wall. Her purple skin immediately started to soften, that familiar tingle of her mass loosening. 'Maybe this was a bad idea...' Before she could back out, voices filled the foggy room. "Oh shit, didn't expect a squishy!" Three hellhounds lounged on the wooden benches. Their skin was red, their eyes glowed like embers, and their short pointed ears twitched with interest. Hellhounds ran hot, everyone knew that. This sauna was probably like a cool breeze to them. For Matilda, it was a death trap. "I was just leaving," she said quickly, already turning toward the door. "Nah nah nah." The biggest hellhound, a muscular woman with black hair and fangs poking over her lower lip, waved her clawed hand. "Sit down. Don't be rude." Matilda knew better than to argue with hellhounds. They were short-tempered at the best of times, and she'd heard stories about squishies who pissed them off ending up as puddles on bathroom floors, so she sat down. The heat was unbearable. Within seconds, her purple skin started turning a deeper violet. Sweat, or something like it, beaded on her forehead. Her arms felt heavy. Her legs started to sag. "Look at her," one of the hellhounds giggled. "She's melting!" "Like ice cream," another agreed. They weren't wrong. Matilda's form was losing shape fast. Her fingers stuck together. Her thighs spread against the wooden bench. Her breasts drooped, losing their roundness as her molecular structure gave up the fight against the heat. "Please..." she managed, her voice going gooey. "I need to..." "Aww, the purple goo wants to leave!" The hellhounds surrounded her, poking and prodding with their hot fingers. Each touch made her melt faster. One of them grabbed what used to be her arm and stretched it like taffy, laughing at the way it snapped back into a shapeless blob. "Let's make her into something fun!" Hands pushed and squeezed. Matilda's body compressed, her consciousness squashing down as they mushed her into a smaller and smaller lump. Her face disappeared into the mass. Her legs merged with her torso. By the time they were done, she was nothing but a purple puddle on the sauna floor. SPLAT "Have fun reforming, goo girl!" The hellhounds laughed as they left, their footsteps echoing down the hall. Matilda's awareness spread thin across the tiles. She could feel the heat still working on her, keeping her liquid. The marathon would be starting soon. She couldn't move, couldn't reform, couldn't do anything but exist as a sad purple stain. 'This is so unfair,' she thought. 'I trained for weeks...' The door banged open. "Where did I leave it?!" A young woman burst in, her voice high and panicked. She had ginger hair pulled into a messy ponytail, thick glasses and bright orange eyes that darted around the room. "My keys, my keys, where are my damn keys..." She was wearing a sports bra, running shorts, and white ankle socks. No shoes yet and she was heading straight for the puddle. 'Wait!' Matilda tried to scream, but puddles can't scream. SQUELCH The woman's socked foot came down directly on Matilda's spread form. The impact sent shockwaves through her liquid body, compressing her essence against the tile. "Ugh, wet floor," the woman muttered, not even looking down. "Gross." Then something strange happened. The white cotton of the sock started... drinking her. 'Oh no...' Matilda felt herself being pulled upward, her liquid essence wicking into the fabric fibers. The sock was like a sponge, and she was the spill it was eager to clean up. Her consciousness stretched and thinned as she soaked into the cotton, spreading across the bottom of the woman's foot. SHLURRRP "There!" The woman spotted something shiny under a bench. "My keys!" She walked across the room, each step squishing Matilda's absorbed form against her sweaty sole. The smell hit immediately, warm and musky, the scent of feet that had been in socks all morning. 'This can't be happening,' Mat
