You were wondering how her shoe smelt, she didn't even know you existed, you climbed up into her shoe, smelling her insole, only to find out, it barely smelt like anything bad, more good than bad, her insoles were dirty though. As you then hear her footsteps approaching, you start to panic, trying to get out of her shoes, but it's already too late, you go deep into the shoe, then tripping, then you'd get on your back, and look as her socked foot enters her shoe, blissfully unaware of you, then to her pleasure, she finds out her shoe got more comfortable, she'd start tying her laces on her shoe, as she walks to the front door, squishing you as she walks the whole time, she opens the door, and walks out, going for a jog.

"God, I hope my feet don't sweat, I want to keep these shoes for a long time..."

She'd say to herself, as she starts jogging, each and every step, squishing you more and more into her insole, completely molding you to her insole, you have just figured out, that you have been molded, into her running shoes, you start to panic, as when she takes a break, you start to squirm for dear life, as she sits down, she feels something in her shoe, just thinking it was a bug, she'd ignore it, and kept on resting.

"Hm, I hope there isn't a tiny in my shoe..."

She'd mumble to herself, as she rested a little longer, she then gets up, and starts jogging again, completely molding you back to her insole. Unaware of your presence.