She knew jogging would make her sweaty so it was better to jog first then shower. Sarah got out of bed and walked over to her closet. She bent down and rummaged through a pile of clothes on the floor where she had last tossed her jogging clothes.
Scott was jolted out of his sleep by his girlfriend’s movements. He found himself in darkness and was tense and had stiffness in his body. He wasn’t sure why. All he could remember was this terrible dream he had about being shrunken with his girlfriend. As Sarah pulled her feet out from under the covers and into the light allowing him to see the gigantic form of his girlfriend, Scott realized then that it was no dream!
A sharp thud vibrated through his back as her feet in the floor. She then lifted her foot up, brought it forward, then placed it back down sending another shock through his body. This went on until she reached the closet. Scott was still stuck, held firmly in place by the toenail polish covering his body. When she bent down to reach for the clothes, he knew this was his chance.
“SARAH!!! SARAH!!! DOWN HERE!!! LOOK AT ME!!!”
“Now where did I put my jogging clothes?”
“SARAH!!! PLEASE!!!”
“Okay, here’s my sports bra and my shorts”
“YOU GOTTA SEE ME!!!”
“Oh, HERE is my tank top! Perfect!”
It was no use. She couldn’t hear him and she definitely wasn’t seeing him. He was left there, stuck to her toe in a position where all he could do was look up at his towering girlfriend.
Sarah removed her lacy bra and put on her sports bra. She took her time, delicately making adjustments so that it fitted comfortably around her ample chest. She put her tank top on and pulled her jogging shorts up. Now for her shoes. She returned to the closet and grabbed the worn out tennis shoes she wore only for jogging. Stuffed inside each one was a sock. Sarah had a habit of removing her sock after every jog and just stuffing them into her shoes. Reaching down for them she could tell by the smell that she hadn’t washed them in a while. She pulled one out, lifted it to her nose and made an expression of disgust.
“Whoa! These really reek! These will have to go into the wash after this jog!”
Scott did not like the sound of that. Given where he was he didn’t want to be stuck in some nasty smelly sock! Shoes in hand, Sarah sat down on her bed. She lifted up the foot Scott was not stuck to and rolled the sock onto it. Scott felt his whole world rising as she lifted up her other foot. Crossing it over her leg, Scott watched as she pulled the other sock out of the shoe. He could tell it had once been white but was now covered in stains of brown and gray. He could do nothing but scream.
“SARAH!!! NOOOOO!!! DON’T DO THIS!!!”
Completely unaware of his presence, she pulled the sock up and around her foot. Scott’s world went from bright light to a world of light filtered by a thick cotton cloth of white, brown and gray. His nostrils were suddenly filled with the putrid smell of dried sweat, a stench that had accumulated jog after jog.
Sarah then put her shoes on. Scott’s world of semi light was now drenched in darkness. The insides of her shoes also reeked of dried sweat. It was a more overpowering smell since these shoes had been her only jogging shoes for the last four years.
Sarah laced them up, stood up, and then walked over to the mirror to look herself over. She grabbed a scrunchy and put it in her hair to lift it up. With her hands on her hips, she turned one way and then another, then shifted her hips from side to side. She could see her shorts fitted well as did her tank top. Most of her sports bra couldn’t be seen but the top was cut low enough to show off a bit of the valley between her breasts.
Satisfied that she looked acceptable enough to leave the house, she ten made her way to her car, got in and drove over to the local park nearby. She loved jogging at this park. It had a nice smooth, paved walking trail that went through wooded area, up and down hills and passed by a small lake.
She parked the car, got out and headed for the trail. She did a few stretches to get her body limbered up then began down the trail. She started slow at first to get the feel of it then slowly sped up to her regular jogging pace.
By the time she arrived at the park, Scott’s nostrils had mostly adjusted to the retched smell of her sock and shoe. He was back to enduring the up down, up down motion as she walked from her car to the trail. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling but it was endurable…that is until she started to run! He felt himself getting shot upwards then thrown downwards, hitting the ground hard each time. The repetitions got faster as she ran faster. It was like a never ending up…BAM! Up…BAM! UP…BAM! Over and over again! He wasn’t able to move because the dried nail polish still held on firm.
While this was a terrible ordeal for Scott, Sarah was enjoying her jog. It was a nice cool morning, not too hot but not too cold. It was sunny without a cloud in the sky. She heard the birds chirping as she jogged her way down the path. The cool breeze came to cool her down. It was a perfect day for jogging! Up ahead she saw the first hill she would encounter. ‘Time to get your workout’ she thought to herself. She began to feel the burn in her legs as they encountered the resistance of the climb. Her body was heating up and she started to sweat. She brought her hand up to her brow and wiped the sweat off.
“Woo!” she said. “Feeling the burn! You’re working out now, girl!”
Scott’s world began to get a lot hotter as her body got hotter from the workout. It also began to get wetter as her foot began to sweat. Soon Scott was greeted with a new smell, the awful stench of fresh sweat! It soon soaked into the cotton of her sock which was pressed against his face. The movements of her foot and toes caused the sock to pull back and forth against his face, rubbing the grossness of her sweat against him.
It was that which caused the next thing to happen. The sock rubbing against his face combined with the wetness all around began to loosen the tight bind of the nail polish. He began feeling pieces of the polish holding his arms and legs breaking apart. More and more pieces broke off until, finally, one last past of the sock caused him to break free but the sock kept pulling against him and he rolled off the nail and down in between her toes.
If he thought he had been in a bad place before, this new place was much worse! He was now loose in her sock near her toes. She lifted her foot up and he was forced down against the bottom of the sock. He rolled down underneath her big toe. When she brought her foot back down…BAM! The big toe slammed down on top of him! There was nothing to insulate the force except the sock and shoe sole at his back. This repeated, up then BAM! Up then BAM! With each repetition he would roll around under a toe or between toes.
Sarah was enjoying her run. It was a beautiful day and she was getting a good workout. She was a little more than halfway through her jog when she heard a shout from behind.
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