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So, there was this woman, let's call her Sarah, who had a pair of shoes that she absolutely adored. They were a beautiful pair of leather loafers that she had worn for months without ever slipping on a pair of socks. Now, as you can imagine, this led to some rather unpleasant consequences. The shoes had become, well, let's just say they had become rather nasty.
One day, as Sarah was getting ready for work, she looked down at her beloved shoes and noticed that they were starting to emit a rather offensive odor. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said, "Oh, you two have become absolutely vile! I can't believe I let you get this bad. It's all because of me, isn't it? I should have taken better care of you."
But as she continued to scold her shoes, something strange happened. She started to feel a sense of superiority. She imagined that her shoes were some kind of living creatures, absorbing the sweat and stink of her filthy soles and belonging to her in the most intimate way. It was a strange and empowering feeling, and she couldn't help but revel in it.
Of course, not everyone appreciated Sarah's unique perspective on her shoes. Some of her friends and colleagues had complained about the smell, and she had even overheard a few snide remarks about it. But her own son seemed to have a different opinion. In fact, he seemed to quite enjoy the scent of her shoes, which only fueled Sarah's belief that her shoes were something special.
One day, as she was cleaning out her closet, Sarah caught her son red-handed, or rather, red-nosed, as he was sniffing her shoes. She was horrified and immediately scolded him, telling him that it was not appropriate to be sniffing her shoes. But her son just laughed and said, "But Mom, I love the way your shoes smell. They're so unique and special. I wish I could smell like that too."
Sarah was taken aback by her son's strange confession, and she didn't quite know how to respond. So, she did what any mother would do in that situation - she punished him. But her punishment was rather unconventional. She decided to transform him into a new pair of insoles for her shoes, so that they could stop stinking.
And so, the next time Sarah slipped on her shoes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had found a way to solve the problem of the stinky shoes, and she had also found a way to make her son pay for his strange obsession with the scent of her footwear.

In fact she loved trampling on his face, imagine how he was just born to smell the strong essenze of her foot, not being able to talk again, he wasn't even a Person anymore.

She started to wiggle her toes and squishing her foot all over his face, she couldn't belive it that someone could love that nasty smell of her feet, she began to laugh at him and making fun of him while wearing him she knew he couldnt do anything against it, it pushed her ego that much, that she told him that he wouldn't bring it in live anyways and that her feet finaly become what they deserve, a superior feeling of walking on clouds.

She loved feeling his warm breath on her soles, especially between her toes, she belived that she could feel his tongue trying to reach out for the gunk in between them which made her giggle, she supported his dreams of absorbing her nasty foot odor all over his face by rubbing off her footgunk on him, knowing he love to become nasty under her soles and to serve his new goddess!
As she walked out the door, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She may have lost a son, but she had gained a new pair of insoles. And for Sarah, that was a fair trade indeed.

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So, there was this woman, let's call her Sarah, who had a pair of shoes that she absolutely adored. They were a beautiful pair of leather loafers that she had worn for months without ever slipping on a pair of socks. Now, as you can imagine, this led to some rather unpleasant consequences. The shoes had become, well, let's just say they had become rather nasty.
One day, as Sarah was getting ready for work, she looked down at her beloved shoes and noticed that they were starting to emit a rather offensive odor. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said, "Oh, you two have become absolutely vile! I can't believe I let you get this bad. It's all because of me, isn't it? I should have taken better care of you."
But as she continued to scold her shoes, something strange happened. She started to feel a sense of superiority. She imagined that her shoes were some kind of living creatures, absorbing the sweat and stink of her filthy soles and belonging to her in the most intimate way. It was a strange and empowering feeling, and she couldn't help but revel in it.
Of course, not everyone appreciated Sarah's unique perspective on her shoes. Some of her friends and colleagues had complained about the smell, and she had even overheard a few snide remarks about it. But her own son seemed to have a different opinion. In fact, he seemed to quite enjoy the scent of her shoes, which only fueled Sarah's belief that her shoes were something special.
One day, as she was cleaning out her closet, Sarah caught her son red-handed, or rather, red-nosed, as he was sniffing her shoes. She was horrified and immediately scolded him, telling him that it was not appropriate to be sniffing her shoes. But her son just laughed and said, "But Mom, I love the way your shoes smell. They're so unique and special. I wish I could smell like that too."
Sarah was taken aback by her son's strange confession, and she didn't quite know how to respond. So, she did what any mother would do in that situation - she punished him. But her punishment was rather unconventional. She decided to transform him into a new pair of insoles for her shoes, so that they could stop stinking.
And so, the next time Sarah slipped on her shoes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had found a way to solve the problem of the stinky shoes, and she had also found a way to make her son pay for his strange obsession with the scent of her footwear.

In fact she loved trampling on his face, imagine how he was just born to smell the strong essenze of her foot, not being able to talk again, he wasn't even a Person anymore.

She started to wiggle her toes and squishing her foot all over his face, she couldn't belive it that someone could love that nasty smell of her feet, she began to laugh at him and making fun of him while wearing him she knew he couldnt do anything against it, it pushed her ego that much, that she told him that he wouldn't bring it in live anyways and that her feet finaly become what they deserve, a superior feeling of walking on clouds.

She loved feeling his warm breath on her soles, especially between her toes, she belived that she could feel his tongue trying to reach out for the gunk in between them which made her giggle, she supported his dreams of absorbing her nasty foot odor all over his face by rubbing off her footgunk on him, knowing he love to become nasty under her soles and to serve his new goddess!
As she walked out the door, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She may have lost a son, but she had gained a new pair of insoles. And for Sarah, that was a fair trade indeed.