This choice: *Chelsea can't think of anything so she reveals you, how will your mom react?* • Go Back...Chapter #5Unexpected results by: Jusenkyo   "I can't do it, that gummy is John our business rents him out as all those things I told you about." Chelsea admitted Madison was flabbergasted.
"What, I don't understand isn't that dangerous! what if some girl just decides to keep him or, is to rough or, or" Madison started sputtering and pacing, smashing you with her frantic foot movement.
"That's what I'm for see, I make sure that our clients aren't going to do something like that and John has the option to refuse anyone for any reason so he never ends up under a girl he doesn't want to." she said trying to calm your mother down.
Madison paused for a moment. " so John is kind of in control of this? he wants to do this for these women?" she questioned
"Well I think it might be a bit more complicated than that but yha basically he wants to make people feel good and this is something only he can do." Chelsea explained
Madison's toes played with your body as she thought " But then why hide this from me? Why pretend to be a regular insole?" She pressed
Chelsea was thinking on her feet here and she didn't really understand your full motivations so she took a shot in the dark. " Well he wasn't sure how you would take it, he spent most of his life avoiding stuff like this. Think about it if your son had just walked up to you and said 'hey mom, this girl I care about is missing and insole so I offered to replace it till she can get a new one.' That would be like a contradiction to everything he tried to avoid as a kid. plus he said he didn't want his sister's bugging him to give them a discount or something like that." You couldn't hear all of what she said but most of what she said was right.
Madison tapped her foot in thought, unintentionally jostling her son causing you to not hear what she said, " well when you put it like that it makes sense, I suppose if it is really what he wants then I'll keep my reservation and John can stay my insole until I buy some new ones next week, he really is comfortable." she said thinking about you in a whole new light.
"Well um I guess have fun with a little man in your shoe." Chelsea replied dumbly almost in shock from Madison's interpretation of what she said. Madison then happily skipped out the door and it felt like she put extra emphasis on stomping your shoe. You were confused at where she was going did your mom intend to keep you even though she knew it was you?! On the drive home you got your answer,
" John I can't say that I understand why your doing this but since this is what you wanted I'll give you the full insole experience, I go to the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday so I guess you'll be joining me and don't think I'll be taking it easy you know I have to stand all day at work as well. God I forgot how comfortable you were under my feet, now that I know you wanted to do this for me I can just bask in how good this feels." She moaned sending a shiver down your spine, this was about the opposite of what you wanted, not only were you going to be under your mom's smelly feet all week without her taking it easy on you but now she was going even harder because she thinks you want to support her foot. well you guessed you only have yourself to blame and you could relax for now it was only... Crap it's Monday today and the beginning of the day at that! Madison must be on her way to work now, think where dose she work it was, as a tour guide she really was going to be on her feet, and her son, all day.
The smelly sweaty shoe that encompassed your world was on the move now slamming you down and lifting you up, not that you weren't used to this kind of stuff but of all the feet you had the displeasure of being under your mother's had to be one of the smelliest, seconding only to a pair of boots that she owned from the days when she was a party girl. You could faintly hear your mother giving the tour speech several times but you couldn't help but over hear her conversations when she stopped moving to try and distract yourself from having to drink up the foot sweat.
" Owie, my feet hurt" you could hear the voice of a younger woman say. " how do you just keep going like you do Madison"
"Oh I've been doing this for a long time but if your feet still hurt in a few weeks of working here look up my son's business, he provides wonderful service and his name is John with my last name." Madison said, well she was drumming up business for you even if it was as an insole for this girl you didn't know.
True to her word after work she headed off to the gym and you got so soak in more sweat and it seamed like your mom had started to recommend your services to all of her gym friends without actually telling them what you did.
all in all besides the legendary stink the week under your mother wasn't as bad as it could have been and she didn't even tell your sister's about it. soon you were being handed back to Chelsea.
"oh god, Madison did you wash him at all." Chelsea coughed
"of course not silly he was my insole he spent the whole week inside my shoe" your mother laughed and Chelsea shrugged. you were allowed to reform and washed yourself of the horrid smell, thankfully your body's natural scent quickly over took it. Chelsea picked you up into her lap as she was typing on the computer, you would have complained but her breasts were resting softly on your head and you could see she was scrolling through requests.
"We have been blowing up since your mom rented you, I guess she's been talking you up cause we have like thirty requests, your gonna be booked for as meany days as you can stand. go ahead and pick one and we'll go meet her tomorrow." you look through the women most have sent pictures of themselves along with their request. eventually a couple of the girls catch your eye and you choose without even pausing to read what they want you for you point out...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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