Summer's Jog - Part Two - Story Post

It's been a hot day. Misery and Roxy are just out getting some exercise and some guy has been taking candid photos of them! Misery shrinks the guy down and Roxy plans some horrible sweaty, smelly, torture inside of her sneaker for him!

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  To the girl's surprise their shrunken captor rambles out his confession that he'd been taking far off photos of Roxy's bare feet. He was trembling as he honestly answered the giant goth girl's question. It was so outlandish, Misery thought, that it had to be true. Meanwhile Roxy's cheeks had become a bright red as she realized that not only was he photographing her, but he was planning to go home and enjoy these images later.,

   “You really like them at much little guy?” Roxy asked as she let Misery dump the little prisoner into her moist palms. The tiny guy nodded enthusiastically. Both to be honest and surely to try and save himself from this horrific situation as well. Being so tiny and helpless was surely at the forefront of his mind. He was being completely open and obedient. He knew he'd been caught.

   Misery looked up to Roxy and realized the giant punk girl had a similar fate in mind for him as Tanya had just experienced. “You're not really thinking of... he's a pervert Roxy!”

   The pink haired girl smiled, her freckled cheeks rising with her grin, “So little dude, here's the deal. If you're so obsessed with my feet, I'm going to give you what you want. But there's a catch. You need to prove to me that it really turns you on.”

   Looking a bit perplexed at first, Misery raised an eyebrow and looked at her friend. Then her eyes went wide and she leaned back, “Whoa Roxy! You're going to get that bug to jerk off in your shoe?”

   Roxy's eyes met the goth girls, “Well how else can he prove himself?” Her cheeks were still blushing but she was determined to go ahead with this. Normally Roxy enjoyed eating tiny people. Anyone they shrunk was someone she wanted in her belly. This guy however had piqued her interest. He wasn't just some pervert. As awkward and unflattering as the situation should have been, he was specifically staring at her. Well, her feet at least.

   Looking back and forth between the two towering girls who were both leaning over Roxy's hand, the shrunken guy wondered if he would be able to do what Roxy was thinking. He thought the girl's feet were amazing but he was also horrified for his safety. It was a mix of adrenaline and excitement for getting to see this girl's feet up close. He could even already smell them from her hand so high up. If that's what she wanted, he was willing to at least try. After all, what they did to him if they assumed he was lying would be terrible, he assumed.

   He was raised up to the punk goddesses beautiful blue eyes as she calmly spoke, “You okay with that little dude? If you show me that your story is true and make a glorious sticky mess in your shorts for me, then I'll believe your story. I'll know if you're lying too. No one likes the smell of my feet.”

   That last line concerned him a little but what could the shrunken pervert do but nod to his hot pink haired captor. With that, Roxy lowered her hand over top of her sneaker and turned her palm over.

   He fell several feet but somehow survived as he hit the wet sponge that was Roxy's insole. Immediately the stench of Roxy's shoes hit him like an even more humid wall than the summer heat. Falling to his knees in the foot sweat soaked shoe with a wet plop, the tiny man felt himself quickly becoming very aroused.

   “Ready little dude? Things are about to get pretty cramped in there with your big celebrity coming in to join you,” Roxy teased as her face above the sneakers opening was replaced by the wrinkled sole of her right foot. Wiggling her cheesy toes, the punk girl moved her big plump digits down toward the shrunken man.

   Scrambling back, the miniaturized pervert named Kyle found it to be even hotter in the toe section of Roxy's sneaker. Sunlight dimly poked through mesh holes in the top of the shoe, illuminating the silky smooth, but damp and sweaty foot of this punk teen. Overwhelmed, the tiny man realized Roxy's foot had to be at least five times as wide as his whole body. There was no escaping from beneath her huge thick sole.

   Sound from outside was completely muffled, so as Roxy's toes flexed over top of Kyle, making the smell waft around even more, he got to work. Laying on his back and staring up at the massive toes that stunk so strongly, Kyle reached down into his shorts and grabbed hold of himself. To no surprise to him, he was already hard. After all, he'd just spent the last ten minutes watching this girl's feet through the view screen of his camera with sheer lust in his mind. Now her foot was so much larger than him and wiggling overhead with the expectation of him creaming his shorts for her.

   Thoroughly embarrassed, Kyle began to rub himself up underneath the stinky, smelly, foot flesh that wriggled eagerly above him. In all actuality, Roxy was quite turned on by this as well. He was still a guy their own age that had been turned on by her. It wasn't the most appropriate of situations but he still stirred something in her that she was that attractive to him.

   Without thinking, Roxy lowered her foot down on top of Kyle, with his head nestled between her big and second toe. Fortunately the pressure wasn't enough to crush him, but it did feel like the pad of her wide sole was constricting his breathing a little. Each breath was taking in the fragrant almost vinegary scent between Roxy's toes. Unable to keep his hand down his pants, he embraced the giant sole above him like a lover and began moving his hips against the moist flesh of Roxy's foot.

   Meanwhile high overhead, outside of the stinking confines of Roxy's shoe, the punk girl was biting her lip. She knew what was going on in there and she could feel her nipples getting hard, “This doesn't count as cheating does it?” Roxy questioned as she looked nervously to Misery.

   The goth girl laughed at her friend, “Oh gross! You're enjoying it! Wait, he's enjoying it! Eww, he's humping your disgusting slimy foot? In there? I don't know how he can breath! It's a miracle poor Tanya survived. He's probably breathing a lot faster than she was, and that just means sucking in more of your smelly feet!”

   It was true. Kyle was panting desperately and even coughing a bit from how strong the smell was but he really enjoyed it. Everything from the sweaty foot on top of him, to the absolute rank stench radiating from between her toes was turning him on. He was basically just squirming now, getting so close to just losing it for the excited punk girl. Even Roxy's foot had gotten into the action and started rubbing him into the gushing insole of her sneaker.

   That did it. He grabbed onto her foot tightly and buried his face between her toes as he came. Breathing deeply, he became one with the horrible aroma of this girl's grubby feet. Wave after wave of pleasure raced through his body. If that didn't prove he was being honest, nothing would. Especially in that horrible prison of Roxy's shoe.

   “He... just stopped moving,” Roxy said in a matter of fact tone.

   Miz looked down at her torn old sneaker and back up to her, “Did you crush him? Oh Roxy, don't tell me you got into it and crushed your little pervy fan!” the goth girl laughed.

   After a moment of silence Roxy replied, “N, no. That's not why he stopped moving.”

   With a sudden gasp and a burst of laughter, Misery fell over hugging herself, “Eww Roxy that's disgusting! He really splooged on your foot? I mean, even more so, to your foot? He's got one up on Akiko. Not even she could get off to those!”

   “If we weren't best friends and I'd come to terms with how bad my feet smell, I'd be really offended you know,” the punk girl responded to Misery's bout of remaining giggles.

   “Oh come on Roxy, you know I'm just having fun. I like tormenting these shrunken guys and well, that's something pretty mean to put them through. At least I just step on them and get it done rather quickly. You on the other hand apparently like seeing them suffer in your shoes!” the goth girl was still laughing away.

   Sliding her sneaker off and dragging exhausted Kyle out with her cheesy toes, Roxy held up the tiny guy, soaked shorts and all. “Yup, that's not foot sweat. He enjoyed himself.”

   “Aww, dude! Why?” Misery fell over laughing yet again.

   Roxy smiled coyly at the shrunken man hanging from her toes, “Well I suppose a deal is a deal. You proved yourself. Miz, put him back to normal size.”

   “Ugh, doesn't Tanya stink enough when we do that. Just crush him Roxy! He's a pervert that was going to get off to your feet in private. Lurking on two girls in the park. Forget him!” Misery turned serious suddenly. Mostly to avoid having a regular sized guy who stunk of Roxy's feet next to them.

   “Just do it Miz. He did what he was asked to do,” Roxy held up the tiny man in her hands and waited for Misery to zap him back to normal.

   The goth girl didn't look impressed. It sent a chill into Kyle to know that she would rather step on him like a bug than return him to normal size. Her fiery emerald eyes glowered at him but in the end she picked up the remote again and started adjusting the settings.

   “He's really small. It'll probably drain the battery like crazy to duplicate his size that many times over. What would you say? Twenty five times his current height?” Misery asked her friend.

   “I, suppose so? I mean, how does it work? Does it double their size each time they grow, or does it just make them that many times bigger than their current size?” came the unsure reply from the punk girl.

   “Isn't that the same thing? Ugh, I'm no good with all this math stuff. This is why I just step on them Roxy! Fine, here we go. I set it a bit lower to make sure he doesn't get too big,” Misery groaned as she pointed the remote at the shrunken man in her friend's hands.