BOOM. Six rancid shoes landed on every side of the buildings, boxing them in between the putrid soles. All of the roads were blocked, leading only to darkened, faded insoles, and worn-out socks coating the mountains.
"Oh no, news reports say that the crushing club is coming this waaay~ The girls who turned the last city into a musty swamp!"
Kayleigh rubbed her wide, darkened feet across the public park. It left behind a greenish footprint, with a firm indent. She held her reddish, long hair in satisfaction at the SCRUNCH.
"No, no! I wanna get out and be with my friends and family! Don't let me suffocate in this dork's stink! Hah...!"
The long, limber tootsies of Tamara covered a house's doors and windows, forcing everything inside in a hotbox of dampness and sweat. The dark-haired girl had a sadistic grin, as the squeeeezed the soggy structure between the toes like a trash compactor.
"This is the weather station, it's reporting a rain of sexy toejam! Stay tuned for more news on this acid rain!"
With her toe-ring-ornanented, lean toes dangling above, Urbana scrunched and itched them, flicking out wet lint that coated the area. The blonde grinned and took photos with her camera from above, as it fell on model cars and people.
The three girls rested their tired feet on the ruins of their model city, panting from their efforts.Sweat pooled from their heels and arches, forming stench-filled puddles.
Kayleigh sighed. "And with that, this meeting of the Squish Club is concluded. Good job ladies." She handed the group Oreos, some of which they'd already stepped on.
Tamara groaned as she shoveled the cookie down. "Man, I had such a hard time at work today... I wish I could use my toes to gas all those fucks for real." She rubbed her instep.
Urbana giggled, crumbs falling on her casual clothes. "Mmhm, everything was fine with me today. A cute boy actually complimented my shoes."
"You think he knows?" Kayleigh leaned in, tapping her foot teasingly. It wiggled in response.
"Haha, as if!" Urbana admired the reflection in her toe rings as they swayed. "Everyone still thinks I'm, smart, kind... you know, normal. This whole thing, where we get together and pretend to be giantesses, it's still a secret to everyone."
Tamara looked to the distance, stars in her eyes. "Lucky. I dunno how much longer I can go... I really need a guy to hug my toes in real life."
Kayleigh leaned over, and tapped her friend's toes with her lips. "Now, we've been over this before. No guys in real life would like this kind of gross thing. We've just got each other... ooh, that's ripe." She kissed the ball of the foot.
Tamara moaned. "Nngh... If they don't like my feet... they'll just have to die..."
Urbana clenched her own toes around Tamara's, with them interlocking. "Hahah, so edgy. And so smelly... let's work out that stress."
And as their feet joined, the unique mixes of cheese and vinegar scents mingling, the irradiated Oreos took effect. The three girls began growing. Their clothes grew with them thanks to crumbs going all over them. Even the discarded socks and shoes grew, since they placed cookies in the insoles and stepped on them earlier, feeling the cream spreading between their dirty toes.
Tamara panicked as her foot knocked over pictures and wall decorations. "Aaaah! Fuck, I'm wrecking it!"
Urbana watched in fascination, hunching over. She could cover the whole model city with one foot now. The girl stepped on it suddenly, burying it deep in the layers of rancid flesh and muck. "Pinch me. I'm dreaming."
When her bulky, ash-darkened soles broke through her apartment walls, Kayleigh groaned, and hugged her friends. "The feeling of wet feet slicing through the insulation... It's just divine~"
Her fat, plush soles stormed into the room opposite them. It made the man inside reel over and start choking from the growing foul fragrance and cooking heat.
Urbana went on her back, spreading her toes to the ceiling. It broke through, destroying lighting and plumbing, and catching people on the floor above between her growing foot jewellery.
The sheer weight of Tamara's long, stomping feet broke the floor. She fell with a harsh STOMP on the lower levels, instantly pulping people beneath. "First blood! First blood! Hahaaaah~!" She danced in the rubble, tossing it about.
Urbana waved her foot around. "No faaair, those guys always bugged me... I wanted to make them pamper my feet before you smushed them under yours!"
Kayleigh wiped her feet on another neighbor's carpet, as her feet soon became larger than the whole room, filling it with her plush skin. "No need to argue, gals, plenty more toys to break where those came from."
The destructive feet created a smog that filled the entire apartment's ventilation system. Feeling horny from the odors, they started to hug each other and touch themselves. The excitement and heat made them sweat harder, and it made the smell grow worse, creating a vicious cycle. Even bathtubs, sinks, and toilets were now overflowing with greasy foot sweat. Residents began to evacuate, but the huge feet were already plowing through emergency exits and hallways. Some people jumped out their windows, rather than be tormented by the Squish Club's putrid scents. Other people didn't have the energy, and simply suffocated from the thick foot fog. That is, until the gigantic feet grew more and squashed their frail, tiny bodies against a wall, ending their torture.
The outer walls were tougher, but inside, every little wave from their legs knocked the people and furniture around. While they got bigger and bigger, even wiggling their juicy toes tore away parts of the walls, and made everything shake like it was an earthquake. Soon the divisions between appartement rooms broke away, ruins ensnared between toejam and toe rings.
BOOM - BOOM. Kayleigh's wide feet each ripped holes in the bricks, showing them to the outside world - who looked on in terror.
CRRRACK. Urbana's wild, wiggling feet ripped the roof clean off, sending sweat and debris raining on the streets as she stretched them out in the warm sun.
RRRIP. Tamara's lanky, slender feet dug underground into the building foundations. Her soggy, excessive sweat made the ground muddy, her body heat when packed in with the others was unbearable, and her constant movement and growth kept tearing apart the raw material. In seconds, she effectively melted the support beams, making everything crumble around her friends' toes.
In the end, only the three girls remained. With their bodies revealed to the public, people stared on aghast, covering their noses. They were all about 500 feet tall, give or take a few dozen feet - Tamara being the tallest, and Urbana the shortest.
Urbana giggled. "This is perfect! Kiss my toe rings, little worms!" She played with a person under her big toe.
Tamara crossed her arms. "Worship or die! In fact, forget the worship - just get squashed! Hahaha, the world is our foot toy!" She ground a car beneath her heel.
Kayleigh stepped forward, her smelly foot stamping into the concrete. "Alright, the Squish Club meeting will last a little longer. In fact, I think we're going to make open it up to the public."
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