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Scottish Alpha comes across a group of fags on his way home from the pub...

Hey, I'd like to sign up for a VIP tour. Been mulling over who and what to do and I think I've made up my mind. I want to be a living insole for Manuel Neuer (star goalkeeper for Bayern Munich and the German National Team). His huge size 14 foot would be amazing to get beneath. I just hope I can hold up under his sweaty, superior sole. I think I might try and play it safe and do the time frame of the World Cup, June 14 to July 15 (I'm assuming Germany will make it to the final).

Wow this is a great idea…trips to the World Cup but as objects for your favorite athlete. I may have to go visit Cristiano Ronaldo myself. But for you I think Manuel Neuer will love a living insole.

I lead you over to a platform and have you stand in place. A glass tube is lowered around you and you get sprayed with a fine mist. The top of the tube starts to lower down pushing you downward. The pressure feels good to you as you are compressed downward. With a thump the press hits the floor before releasing with a hiss. Inside is a pair of insoles that you use to be you. I pull you out and inspect you. I then carry you over to some size 14 cleats and push you inside. You can smell the sweat and musk from the cleats already knowing soon you will experience more. Manuel Neuer thanks me for the new insoles and pulls you on. You feel his weight on you as he heads out for Russia and the 2018 World Cup. Enjoy your month under foot of a soccer star.

Every Step of the Way - Pyotr

Shortly before 8 A.M., the backroom was buzzing with conversation. Aaron slipped in through the backdoor and worked his way around a few of the barbers. They were chatting with Kirill, the manager, discussing various topics. Aaron politely made his way to the schedule and saw he would be with Pyotr today, for his fourth day into the new job.

"Pyotr... That's an interesting name," Aaron said to himself, before Maxim bumped into him, "Well, all their names are interesting."

"You must be the insoles," Maxim said, his voice strong and deep, matching his hefty appearance, "I didn't recognize you in your human form."

"Oh, is this guy our new insoles?" another man asked, "Well shit, I missed my chance with you yesterday."

"You must be Danijel," Aaron said, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," the young man replied, "Thank you for asking."

"You missed a lot yesterday," Maxim said, slapping Aaron on the shoulder, "This guy makes for comfortable insoles."

Danijel nodded, "Next week I'll have my turn with you."

Aaron smiled, truly amused and thankful for such an opportunity, "I look forward to it."

"Alright guys," Kirill said, "Everyone but Aaron needs to be on the floor."

The others wrapped up their activities and strolled out onto the floor, leaving Kirill and Aaron alone in the backroom. Aaron noticed his manager was wearing the white leather slip on shoes from the first day they met. Kirill saw this and grinned.

"Miss being under my soles?" Kirill asked.

Aaron nodded, "It was an enjoyable experience. But I am also curious how your living shoes are working out."

"Great. Still holding together," Kirill replied, wiggling his toes.

The shoes had been a former worker who held Aaron's position before. A bad experience with the person led Kirill to permanently change them into a nice pair of footwear.

"Pyotr won't be in until noon. He closes the shop tonight," Kirill said, "I'd offer you to be inside my shoes for the morning but you'll need your rest before being under him. He wears size 15 footwear and usually has boots on."

"Oh man, another big guy," Aaron responded.

"Not overweight but tall and decently built," Kirill explained, "I am needed on the floor. Transform into the insoles and wait for Pyotr to arrive."

With Kirill's orders, Aaron sat on the bench and concentrated.

***

Right on the dot at noon, Pyotr strolled into the backroom and immediately sat next to Aaron, who rested on the bench as a pair of fresh size 15 insoles. There wasn't much time to assess the situation as the brute of a man yanked off his tall, solid boots and pulled the original insoles out.

Aaron was forcefully grabbed and jammed inside the waiting boots. Masculine musk hit the former human full force as Aaron was shoved into the sweaty caves. Black sock covered feet followed almost immediately and planted firmly across the living cushion.

Pyotr muttered something in Russian and laced up his boots. Then he stood up, applying immense pressure to Aaron. All available surface space was devoted to comforting Pyotr's massive feet, causing instant agony for Aaron.

With overwhelming weight from above and hard treads below, Aaron was the difference in this man's comfort. And dutifully the new employee served as proper foot cushion, even if it hurt with every minute movement.

The already sweaty boots took no time claiming ownership of Aaron's insole bodies. Odor embedded itself while sweat soaked in. The environment was vastly different than Kirill and Maxim's. Aaron felt thankful to not be permanent additions to the boots, even if he was finding some enjoyment through the pain and misery.

The blanket of man feet made good use of his insole forms throughout the afternoon into evening. Customers slowed closer to closing, eventually stopping altogether. For most of the day Pyotr stomped all over Aaron, leaving size 15 imprints across the former human's bodies. Even with no customers around, Pyotr remained on the move, cleaning and prepping the barbershop for the next day.

Absolutely drenched in sweat and saturated in Pyotr's masculine smell by closing time, Aaron was relieved to feel the large man's feet slide out. A wave of cool, fresh air entered the boots. Then Pyotr's fingers dug Aaron out and threw the living insoles on the floor.

The man said nothing to Aaron, though the former human didn't expect it. From what he gathered, Pyotr's English wasn't strong like the others. That didn't matter, though, as feet had one universal language and Aaron understood it loud and clear.

With the original insoles reinstalled and boots laced up, Pyotr stood up and adjusted his footwear for a moment. Then he stepped off, his left boot landing before Aaron. The large man's right boot lifted up in the air and landed squarely on the left living insole, grinding it into the floor as Pyotr passed by and exited the barbershop.

Now the only one left in the shop, Aaron simply laid on the floor, his left insole body withering in pain. For a good hour the foot cushion remained in the same place, with Aaron processing the day. He enjoyed being subjected to Pyotr's feet, no matter how abusive they were. But Aaron also dreaded how his body would feel upon returning to human.

And for that reason, Aaron remained insoles for a little bit longer. Partly afraid of how he would feel but more importantly savoring the sweat, smell and indents left behind by Pyotr's feet...

This is a series and will be denoted by the title ‘Every Step of the Way.’

Story content is original and human produced. Imagery created using Microsoft Bing Image Creator.

Scottish Alpha comes across a group of fags on his way home from the pub...

I would like to convert you in my insoles.Can I do it and you would like?

If you want to turn me into your insoles, then I don't have a choice in the matter...I will become your insoles. As for liking it...I'm sure I'll get use to the smell of your feet eventually...right?