Getting transformed into one of her insoles.
This choice: Getting transformed into one of her insoles. (Back)
You weigh the two different options in your mind, debating the pros and cons... admittedly mostly cons. Finally it's not anything directly related to the change that makes up your mind. She seems to really want you tiny and trapped under her feet, licking and rubbing them. The idea of being physically changed into an insole scares you, but not as much as the thought of giving her what she wants out of this. "Okay, I guess I'll take being changed totally into your insole."
The smile flickers on her face, a twinge of something, you hope disappointment in her eyes. "Are... are you sure?... I mean, if I shrink you then..."
But you cut her off, "No, you told me I have a choice, and that's what I'm choosing." You feel a bit of pride for having won at least a little victory, watching as she sighs and leads you to the machine that will do the job.
She lays you down on the bed and straps you in, all but your right hand. You're now laying on your back at a 45 degree angle, looking up at some kind of super high tech laser. She holds out a small box with a glass-like screen on it, big enough for a hand. "Here. You need to put your hand on this totally relaxed while concious. The machine can't change you unwillingly. This will let it *sigh* do the job"
With each sign of defeat, your spirits shoot up a little. You happily put your hand onto the screen, hearing a cheery confirmation beep as the laser starts to glow a little, obviously charging up. She straps your right hand in, and you turn towards her, thinking to offer a concilliatory comment, but you see the smile is back full force on her face. "I can't believe you actually believed that! How else was I going to get you to be relaxed enough to activate this thing? Granted, I WOULD have preferred to have you tiny, but this will be just as fun." She walks away from you, and bends over. You can't tell what she's doing with your head restrained to the table, but you do notice the far edge of another table there, with another laser pointed at it. Finally she stands up, grinning with her hands hidden behind her back.
"Now, I did give you the option of punishment, but I'm going to have SOME kind of choice in here. So, while the laser charges. I'm going to decide between this," she holds up a brand new boot insole. It still has a leathery shine to it even, "... and this," and with that, she holds up the current insole from her boots, twisting it this way and that so you can get a better look. There is what appears to be a deep imprint from her foot on it, discolored heavily from sweat. You almost puke as you see that sweat is actually slowly dripping from the bottom of it as she holds it.
You start to open your mouth to protest, then you notice something about the old insole. You blink, but notice that the imprint has indeed disappeared. The insole is, in terms of shape, the new insoles twin. The discolored portion though remained, permanently scarred from her sole. "Wait, it's new again? What's the big deal with that?"
She gave you that evil grin again and walked over. She moved the insole near your face, and you were struck with the most nauseating aroma you've ever experienced. "It's not new. Just recovered. A friend made it for me after I complained that man made insoles lasted a month at most in my boots. They completely recover their form everytime I'm not wearing them. I've had that pair in for about 4 years now. They'd probably last forever if I wanted. The new ones are just spares in case something happened to them, but..." she moved the new insole up to your face. It is shinier than it looked from a distance, and you can see a very faint reflection of your face in it, "Maybe it is time for me to change them out for a new pair."
She reached over and pulled a lever, and the table you were on rotates to horizontal. You see her walk out of view as the laser points a green line at your chest. "O-okay. I changed my mind! I wanna be shrunk! I'll be a tiny human insole for a whole week if you want, just don't transform me into one of those, please!!!"
You hear her muttering and think maybe she is rethinking this. You strain to see but all you can see is the ceiling and that accursed laser. You stop struggling and listen, hoping with your whole heart she is going to let you go... but what you hear is her saying quietly "Old.... new.... old.... new..... I can't decide..... I guess i'll go with th-" And before you hear the rest, she pulls a lever, and you blackout.
She walks over to your transformed body and smiles, the laser still blasting your inanimate form. She looks over at another screen and it shows a steady reading. You're still alive, just unconcious right now. It's slowly making small adjustments in your mind, things like setting up protections on your mind to keep you from going unconcious, making sure your senses are still functioning, and setting up a way for you to communicate with her IF she cares to hear what you're saying. The machine beeps and the laser cuts out, confirming it is done. She then picks you up and examines you. The sudden movement wakes you up. Your first experience in your new form is of her beautiful face, looking very pleased with herself, and the realization that she picked...
You have the following choices:
1. The pristine, shiny, new insole *
2. The sweat-filled, odorous, 4 year old insole
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
Path-Supergirl-2-2-2-2-1-1-2-1-2-1-1-2-2-1-1-1-2
(Originally written by Wraith24)
The smile flickers on her face, a twinge of something, you hope disappointment in her eyes. "Are... are you sure?... I mean, if I shrink you then..."
But you cut her off, "No, you told me I have a choice, and that's what I'm choosing." You feel a bit of pride for having won at least a little victory, watching as she sighs and leads you to the machine that will do the job.
She lays you down on the bed and straps you in, all but your right hand. You're now laying on your back at a 45 degree angle, looking up at some kind of super high tech laser. She holds out a small box with a glass-like screen on it, big enough for a hand. "Here. You need to put your hand on this totally relaxed while concious. The machine can't change you unwillingly. This will let it *sigh* do the job"
With each sign of defeat, your spirits shoot up a little. You happily put your hand onto the screen, hearing a cheery confirmation beep as the laser starts to glow a little, obviously charging up. She straps your right hand in, and you turn towards her, thinking to offer a concilliatory comment, but you see the smile is back full force on her face. "I can't believe you actually believed that! How else was I going to get you to be relaxed enough to activate this thing? Granted, I WOULD have preferred to have you tiny, but this will be just as fun." She walks away from you, and bends over. You can't tell what she's doing with your head restrained to the table, but you do notice the far edge of another table there, with another laser pointed at it. Finally she stands up, grinning with her hands hidden behind her back.
"Now, I did give you the option of punishment, but I'm going to have SOME kind of choice in here. So, while the laser charges. I'm going to decide between this," she holds up a brand new boot insole. It still has a leathery shine to it even, "... and this," and with that, she holds up the current insole from her boots, twisting it this way and that so you can get a better look. There is what appears to be a deep imprint from her foot on it, discolored heavily from sweat. You almost puke as you see that sweat is actually slowly dripping from the bottom of it as she holds it.
You start to open your mouth to protest, then you notice something about the old insole. You blink, but notice that the imprint has indeed disappeared. The insole is, in terms of shape, the new insoles twin. The discolored portion though remained, permanently scarred from her sole. "Wait, it's new again? What's the big deal with that?"
She gave you that evil grin again and walked over. She moved the insole near your face, and you were struck with the most nauseating aroma you've ever experienced. "It's not new. Just recovered. A friend made it for me after I complained that man made insoles lasted a month at most in my boots. They completely recover their form everytime I'm not wearing them. I've had that pair in for about 4 years now. They'd probably last forever if I wanted. The new ones are just spares in case something happened to them, but..." she moved the new insole up to your face. It is shinier than it looked from a distance, and you can see a very faint reflection of your face in it, "Maybe it is time for me to change them out for a new pair."
She reached over and pulled a lever, and the table you were on rotates to horizontal. You see her walk out of view as the laser points a green line at your chest. "O-okay. I changed my mind! I wanna be shrunk! I'll be a tiny human insole for a whole week if you want, just don't transform me into one of those, please!!!"
You hear her muttering and think maybe she is rethinking this. You strain to see but all you can see is the ceiling and that accursed laser. You stop struggling and listen, hoping with your whole heart she is going to let you go... but what you hear is her saying quietly "Old.... new.... old.... new..... I can't decide..... I guess i'll go with th-" And before you hear the rest, she pulls a lever, and you blackout.
She walks over to your transformed body and smiles, the laser still blasting your inanimate form. She looks over at another screen and it shows a steady reading. You're still alive, just unconcious right now. It's slowly making small adjustments in your mind, things like setting up protections on your mind to keep you from going unconcious, making sure your senses are still functioning, and setting up a way for you to communicate with her IF she cares to hear what you're saying. The machine beeps and the laser cuts out, confirming it is done. She then picks you up and examines you. The sudden movement wakes you up. Your first experience in your new form is of her beautiful face, looking very pleased with herself, and the realization that she picked...
You have the following choices:
1. The pristine, shiny, new insole *
2. The sweat-filled, odorous, 4 year old insole
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
Path-Supergirl-2-2-2-2-1-1-2-1-2-1-1-2-2-1-1-1-2
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