The horrible feeling of her wet sock is only amplified as Misty's movement starts to increase. You realize that she is now going for a jog, and you being stuck under her nasty socked toes, are along for the ride. You try your best to resituate yourself but the thick toe jam within the shoe keeps you glued in place, your face pressed firmly against the nasty sole of her stinky sock, forced to inhale the cheesy stench of her toxic foot funk. As Misty continues running, the humidity within the shoe increases immensely and it's becoming difficult to breathe in the hot, smelly air. You start seeing colors and feel nauseous, pleading within your mind for fresh air.
"Ch...cheesy stink....pleaseeeee...m...make it stop!" you beg in silence.
As if to answer your prayers, the movement stops, and you hear the laces start to untie. A huge wave of light enters the rancid sneaker as Misty removes her foot, and you inhale a long breath of fresh air (well, as fresh as it can be, as you are still in the toe section of her stinky shoe). You manage to pry yourself off of the crusty, sweat soaked insole, and walk over to the opening of the shoe. You stare at the goddess above you, she is sitting on a park bench, peeling off her socks, tugging hard, as the sweat makes them stick to her moist soles. With a final grunt she pulls off the socks and takes a sniff, shrugging her shoulders in acceptance. She shoves her socks in her other shoe and you climb out of Misty's shoe, trying to get her attention. Finally she spots you and picks you up.
"Well look at you," she says menacingly "perfect to be my foot slave."
You begin to panic and plead for her mercy, but she just laughs and decides to...
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