Author's note: This chapter was written with the assistance of AI.
"Did you get any exercise in today? I thought we talked about that yesterday."
You froze, feeling a knot form in your stomach. Damn. You’d completely forgotten about that. "Uh, not really," you admitted, your voice sheepish.
Melissa’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of gentle disappointment. "Ted, we talked about this. It’s important for you to stay active, even if it’s just a little bit. You can’t just sit around all day."
"I know," you muttered, looking down at your hands. "I just… forgot."
Melissa sighed, her motherly instincts kicking in as she crouched down in front of you, her hands resting on her knees. "I’m not mad at you, sweetie. I just want you to take care of yourself. But since you didn’t listen, I’m going to have to give you a little lesson."
Your eyes widened slightly, a sense of dread creeping over you. "Lesson?"
Melissa’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as she reached out and gently picked you up. "That’s right. You're going to go for a run today, and while you could have done it on your own, now you're going to be doing it with me. You'll be in my sneakers, and you’ll get a good workout without even having to move."
"Wait, Mom—" you started, but before you could protest further, she was flattening you with her hands.
She set you down on the table, her movements methodical as she went to grab her running shoes. "Don’t worry, honey. It’ll be fun. And it’ll teach you to listen to me next time."
Melissa picked you up again, her hands firm but gentle, and before you knew it, she was sliding you into her sneaker. The inside was warm and slightly damp from her previous runs, the scent of leather and sweat filling your senses. You tried to shift, but Melissa’s hand pressed down on you, flattening you slightly as she made sure you were securely in place.
"There we go," she said, her voice cheerful as she stepped her socked foot into the shoe. "Comfy?" she asked, as she pulled her shoe laces tight.
You couldn’t respond, but Melissa didn’t seem to need an answer. She stood up, grabbing her keys and water bottle before heading out the door, her steps brisk and determined.
The first few steps were jarring, the pressure of Melissa’s foot pressing down on you with each stride. As she settled into her rhythm, you hoped that the crushing sensation would go away, but you knew from experience that it wouldn't.
The sound of her footsteps pounding against the pavement echoed in your ears. You felt every movement, every shift of her weight, as she ran mile after mile. The world outside was a blur, the distant sounds of birds and passing cars drowned out by the steady thud of her feet hitting the ground.
By the time Melissa finally slowed to a stop, your body was crushed, the pressure finally easing as she untied her shoes and pulled you out. Her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as she smiled down at your soaked body.
"There. Feel like you got a good workout in?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.
You didn’t respond, your body struggling to reform as she placed her shoes on the shoe rack. You looked up at her with pleading eyes, catching her own, but received no mercy.
"No sweetie, you're gonna be in that shoe for at least a week. They say good habits take a while to form, and I need to make sure that you'll be consistent, and this seems like the only good way. Next time that I advise you on something I expect you'll take my advice into consideration a little more, huh?"
And with that, Melissa walked away.
1) A week goes by of Melissa running with you every day until she finally lets you out.
2) Through a stroke of luck, you manage to escape Melissa's punishment unscathed.
3) You are forgotten, and accidently used as an insole for a long time.
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