Seeing the Soccer team with murder in their eyes, You know there’s no possible excuse you could come up with that would get you out of trouble. Your only choice is to make a dash for it. You move pretty fast darting out of the locker and toward the exit but Taryn trips you on your way out sending you crashing to the ground. Immediately all 4 girls jump on top of you holding you down. You try to get them off of you but there are too many of them. The floor warps around you as you attempt to use your mutant power.
“He’s a mutant,” Jean notices. “Hang on!”
You feel a jolt as something hits your mind. For some reason you can’t remember how to use your powers anymore. Jean must have used her psychic abilities to neutralize you. The floor stops warping around you and you’re left to struggle without any assistance from your powers. Since it’s four against one and all of these women are athletically in shape, they easily overpower you.
“I think I have some tape in my bag from art class,” Sandy say. “We probably can use that to tie him up.”
The other girls hold you down as she gets tape then they proceed to tie you up. Once your completely immobilized, the girls interrogate.
“So you thought it would be fun to spy on us,” Sandy asks kicking you angrily.
You groan in response.
“What were you going to do? Hide in the locker and watch us change creep.” Patty ask.
You shake your head frightened. “No no”
“Please, I can read your thought,” Jean tells you. “You were having a really good time in there,” She probes your mind further and looks furious. “Oh my god, you were going to steal my clothes too.” She says giving you a hard kick of her own. “And my socks and sneakers of all things. Why would you…?” She stops as she processes your thoughts. “Ugh…you get off on smelling women’s feet. That is so gross,”
The other girls look at you with a mixture of shock and disgust.
“What kind of a sick perve are you?” Taryn asks.
You blush with embarrassment.
“Lets turn him over to the police” Patty suggests. She takes out her cell phone and starts to dial 9-1-1 when Sandy stops her.
“Hold up. Maybe we should teach this creep a lesson first,” The brunette suggests.
“Oh…?”Patty asks. “Like how?”
Sandy smiles mischievously. “Well since he supposedly likes feet so much. Why don’t we show him how bad our feet can get? None of got a chance to wash our feet after the game because we immediately went out to celebrate afterwards. I bet if he got a whiff of mine the way they were now, he’d probably reconsider his foot fetish. I think if the four of were to subject him to our feet simultaneously, we could probably make him wince every time he thought of coming near the girl’s locker room.”
“Eww that’s so gross Sandy.” Patty says. She seems amused by the idea though.
“It does seem sort of mean.” Taryn agreed with a laugh. “I think he would probably prefer prison to having to deal with my feet in their current state.” She turns to Jean. “Jean you’re the captain…what do you think?”
Jean considers. “Well it does sound pretty cruel.” She admitted. “Then again he does kind of deserve it.” She frowned before deciding. “Ah what the heck…let’s have some fun with him girls.”
You watch with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as the girls strip off their footwear and sit in a circle around you. From your position lying on the floor on your back, Jean is in front of you, Patty is on your right, Sandra on your left and Taryn is behind your head. You feel a sense of inferiority having all four women look down on you like this. You notice that you can already smell their feet from a distance. These women weren’t kidding…their feet odor after the game was pretty strong.
The girls giggle as you wrinkle your nose.
“Ready?” Taryn teases wiggling her toes.
Before you can answer the girls lower their feet onto your face.
Your heart races as you see four sets of feet approaching you from every angle. It only takes a second or two but for you it feels like everything is moving in slow motion. You take in every detail of their soles grudgingly admiring how cute each of these women’s feet looked as they came towards you. You feel their feet touch down on your face and feel the accompanying pressure as they press their soles against you teasingly rubbing their feet around. You notice right away how impressively soft and smooth all of their feet are. You imagine that being popular girls, these girls know how to look after their feet really well giving themselves pedicures and such. At the same time you notice how sweaty they are. Their feet are soaked with sweat something that your face seems all too willing to absorb as their soles comes into contact with your face. The combined scent of 8 sweaty female feet hits you hard. Even with a foot fetish, the smell of their feet proves a lot more than you can handle. You find yourself coughing and you try to turn away from it only to find feet in every direction you look.
The girls notice watch your reaction amused. Clearly their punishment was working.
“Aw what’s wrong?” Patty teases playfully slapping your cheek with her sole. “I thought this sort of thing turns you on.”
“Are our feet too much for you?” Taryn laughs slapping your face playfully with her feet.
“Here have some more,” Jean suggests cupping her toes over your nose. The girls laugh as you wriggle around.
“I need to get a shot of this,” Sandy says taking out her cell phone. “Smile for the camera footboy!”
Jean and Patty help you out using their toes to move your lips into a smile as she snaps a couple of shots. You feel your face turn read with embarrassment. The intense combination of foot odor and feelings of humiliation cause tears to form in your eyes.
This only seems to encourage the girls.
“Look he’s crying.” Taryn notices. She teasingly wipes the tears from your face with her toes in a mocking comforting
“Heh heh I don’t blame him.” Jean says.
“Well that didn’t take long.” Sandy smirks. “I guess our post-game feet are worse than we thought.
You see them high five each other clearly pleased that their punishment is having the desired effect.
“I kinda don’t wanna stop though” Patty admits.
“Me neither,” Taryn agrees. “This is just way too much fun.”
Jean was enjoying herself as well. “Let’s see how bad we can make this for him,” She suggests.
The other girls nod in agreement. You shudder as you see them look down at you smiling evilly. Your eyes open wide as they adjust the position of their feet covering your entire face under their soles.
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