Chris wants to let you get used to being his little slave. He decides to go out and walk on the track with his friends. He idly chats as he sweats in the heat. You lie under his foot, being pummeled into the ground with each step. The temperature is making Chris's foot sweat, adding to the already powerful stench. Huge droplets form and cover your face. You are forced to swallow them to allow yourself to breathe. As the period goes on, the sock and your clothes become drenched in Chris's sweat. Then his huge footsteps pick up their pace. Chris starts going into a light jog, which then transitions into a full-on sprint. Sweat leaps through the air as you bounce around. His pace finally slows down, and you throw up a mixture of sweat and bile onto his toes.
Chris gets back to the locker room and you hope maybe you'll be let out. Suddenly, you feel yourself shrinking. Before you were about three inches tall. Now Chris's stinking toes tower above you as you shrink to about an eighth of an inch tall. Chris's foot withdraws from the shoe. He shakes you out onto his palm. You can see that he hasn't even waited for the room to clear out. You can see tons of other guys changing, the scent of teen sweat in the air. He whispers to you, "I'm gonna give you a choice. You can stay with me and let I'll continue putting you through hell, or I can plant you on one of the other guys and they won't have a clue you're there. So what's it gonna be?" He holds you up to his ear, waiting for your response
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