Maggie watched as the first girl went up to bat, absentmindedly wriggling he toes of her right foot to batter Ken in the fact, as she thought of how much fun she'd have with her new insoles. Maggie was snapped out of her thoughts by the umpire calling a strike, the pitch apparently having flown right past Kelsey. In frustration, Maggie stomped the hard concrete of the dugout floor with her left foot. As a result, her poor older sister was brutally hammered by the girl’s heel, leaving her groaning in agony as her ears rang. Two more strikes went past the catcher, leaving Maggie fuming as she clenched her toes, wrapping them around Ken’s flailing body as he discovered that the formerly little girl’s little toe dwarfed his head and could easily smother him.
Second up to bat was the team’s all-star pitcher who could pitch a shutout. Despite this she wasn’t the best batter, so Maggie was hardly surprised when she was struck out a minute after she stood before the plate. Not that Maggie was going to complain, it was still early in the game and she wanted to get a chance to test out the two good luck charm currently writhing in the stench of her lucky socks.
Maggie, up next, strolled out, twirling around her bat. With each step towards the plate, she made sure to put special emphasis on her right toes and left heel while maintaining the guise of a normal gait. The results were horrific for her cleat’s two unwilling passengers. Ken felt Maggie’s toes slam down into him alongside the ball of her foot, crushing him like a car, as the toe section of her shoe flattened out and she left all her weight on Ken for an agonizing, bonecrushing split second. On her next step, Maggie would make sure to step extra hard on her heel, then slide her foot back a bit during the step. The result was an earth-shattering stomp that made Sophie almost positive her sister’s heel would turn her to dust, followed by her body being dragged forward along the bottom of Maggie’s foot, forced to taste the worn cotton above and below as she rolled along the bottom of the shoe. Regardless of the individual pains each shrunken person was going through, they shared in a sense of disgust over Maggie’s feet.
As Maggie stepped up to home plate through, there was a different sort of pressure being put on her sister and her friend, a silent, prolonged pressure. Maggie’s toes scrunched up, grabbing hold of Ken, who wriggled to escape in response. The poor boy ended up trapped between Maggie’s big and second toe, an inescapable noose of flesh around his neck as he was pressed into the bare wrinkled flesh between Maggie’s toes and forced to inhale the cheesy toe jam that rested within. Sophie on the other hand was being rubbed across the blackened fabric of her sister’s worn out cleats as Maggie’s left foot nervously shifted back and forth. Amidst the quiet tension, a pitch was thrown and Maggie took a swing. As she did so, Ken was fortunately released as her toes unclenched. Sophie wasn’t so lucky as Maggie twisted with the swing, grinding her older sister beneath her heel like a bug. Sophie screamed out in agony, receiving a taste of the humid, hot air, as she swore she heard a crack of her bone. However it wasn’t her bones cracking, it was the ball bouncing off of Maggie’s bat and heading low to the ground towards right field.
The titaness immediately took off in a sprint, each booming step shaking Ken and Sophie around. Maggie was no longer focused on tormenting her two little toys anymore, she had her game face on and that actually made matters worse for these two “toys.” With her toes no longer holding him in place, Ken had to quickly grab hold of a torn piece of Maggie’s insole as his world was shaken around. Behind him, Maggie’s foot rose and fell, lifting off the insole with each step and creating a terrifying gap in which Ken could easily be smashed like a grape below the ball of her foot. As Maggie neared first base, she charged ahead, seeing the ball coming in from the outfield. This shook Ken’s grip and sent him plummeting to be slammed down on by Maggie’s foot, stamped into the insole as though he were a sticker. Sophie didn’t fare much better during the reckless sprint towards first base. The only thing keeping her from fully sliding under Maggie’s arch was the pressure of her sister’s heel. When Maggie started running, it was as though Sophie had been unclipped from a climbing rope. She instantly slide fully beneath Maggie’s arch and felt moist flesh strike from above instead of dirt-covered sock. Unfortunately for the softball player, her effort didn’t lead anywhere as the ball went smoothly into the first basewoman’s mitt and she tagged the base, signaling the end of Maggie’s teams turn at bat.
Maggie gave a sizeable groan of frustration as she grated her teeth. Though her problems were far less pressing than those currently pressed beneath her disgusting feet. Ken’s body was now entombed beneath the ball of her foot, his limbs locked at his size as he was forced to stare up at the toepad of the biggest of the five digits he was trapped with. Sophie on the other hand, was no longer being ground to a pulp beneath the heel, instead she was where she feared, directly beneath the large hole in Maggie’s lucky sock, now trapped between clammy flesh and rough insole. However as bad as this seemed, it would only grow worse for the two as the game wore on. After all it was only the first inning, something Maggie smiled knowing as she ran to grab her mitt. Things were only going to get hotter, sweatier, smellier, and more painful with time.
And things did get much worse several innings into the game. Maggie stood at her position midway between second and third base, where she was beginning to grow bored. As shortstop, she usually did the most moving of any player. Unfortunately, most of the batters had been struck out and the rest where long pop flies. Her chance came though when one of the later batters came up. The girl immediately knocked a pitch off between third and second base, just a few feet to the left of Maggie’s position. Maggie shuffled to the side, scooped up the low ball, and then hurled it towards first base for the third out. For her it was a fluid, practiced motion which had become muscle memory after hundreds of hours’ worth of practice. For her older sister though, it was close to a death penalty. With the shuffling motion, Maggie quickly stamped her foot down on Sophie in three quick successions and by the third stomp, he sticky sweat had adhered Sophie to the bare flesh intruding through the sock’s hole. Next, as Maggie threw the ball, she lifted her left foot a bit off the ground, resulting in gravity loosening Sophie from the glue-like perspiration and catapulting her forward. However, had fate been kinder she might have been set free from the sock, instead she was thrown further back into its depths, catching a few loose fibers which wrapped around her arms and neck, ensuring that she would never escape. Finally Sophie was able to learn the agony of the situation as Maggie put her foot down, smashing the older girl down beneath her grimy heel and forcing her nose and mouth into the dirty fabric below her for a long, undesired whiff and accompanying taste of the filth which left Sophie chocking and coughing into the damp air for a few seconds. Ken, on the other hand, had already been rooted to his hell. As sweat from Maggie’s toes leaked out through the large hole in her right sock as well as other unseen tears, it had flowed over him and stuck him to the bottom of the shoe in his own personal hell of comprised of hot air, unbearable foot odor, and crushing pressure, one not so different than Sophie’s own.
The game wore on for Maggie with more of the same. She caught fly balls, got people out, hit base runs, and generally was a good player for her team. Though unbeknownst to any of her teammates, it might have been partially motivated by two human bugs squirming under her feet, two human bugs who were living through hell. Ken, who had initially fled to the toe section, willing the bear the stench, if he wouldn’t be crushed was now wedged beneath the ball of Maggie’s foot with his face peeking out between two toes to receive a constant stream of oxygen filtered through pieces of toe jam the size of his head. It was the worst of both worlds with crushing weight over his body and toxic scents and tastes wafting around his head. Sophie, meanwhile, wasn’t doing much better. She had been willing to be ground to dust under her formerly smaller sister’s powerful heel as opposed to winding up inside her unwashed socks. Yet now she was imprisoned in the place she had most dreaded. Over time she gradually slide under Maggie’s arch until she managed to slide under the hole and was stuck to her little sister’s wrinkled bare foot by sweat. Now she had shifted back towards the heel becoming entangled in the sock fibers without any hopes of escaping as she was pressed between the rough sweat-infused fabric and the soft, yet foul skin. It was fortunate for the two that the game was winding down to the last inning, since Ken was sure he would pass out from the smell, while Sophie was equally positive she was going to be crushed and become a stain forever embedded in her sister’s lucky socks.
Maggie stepped up to the plate for one final bat, it all rested on her. The score was four to three, with her team behind, there were two runners on base, and two outs already. If she didn’t get a run in, the game would essentially be over. For good luck, she gave her right toes a quick squeeze, wrapping Ken yet again in the sweaty embrace of her foul socks, then thumped her right foot down a few times, pressing her poor older sister between the slimy sole of her foot and the horrific fibers of her worn-out sock.The fifteen year old softball star stepped up to the plate, prepared to bat, locked her eyes on the enemy’s pitcher, and….
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