Weiss winced, choking on the giant foot as her friend took the first few steps.
"YANGHFFF-" She screamed out, slamming into the ground. Her entire being recoiling as it felt like her tongue was being squeezed into the giant foot. The ball of Yangs foot twisted as its pressure increased, grinding the grime into her.
Weiss's complaints slowly got weaker and weaker before she felt herself slipping into something. Horror shoot into her as she tried to rip herself free with every fiber of her being. Her last desperate look up was at Yangs uncaring face as the giant blonde slipped Weiss into the running shoe.
"Filthy- rotten- hot- sweaty- I- I'm not- please- wait" Weiss fumbled- feeling dizzy as she suddenly started to move. The rank foot of the tank in the party wiggled inside of her before slamming down into the worn out insole. The ever increasing heat- the smell, the taste- the embarrassment- all of it washed over poor Weiss as she attempted to scratch at Yangs skin. However- without arms- she was unable to do much other then drown in footsweat. The whole area was exploding into hell as she was shook around, slamming repeatedly against the walls before supporting all of Yangs weight. It was all too much. She hoped that her struggles would at least alert her friend.
From Yangs perspective, it was an ordinary day. She slung her workout bag over her shoulder and wandered off down the hall with her usually skip in her step.
After hopping down the stairs, pounding Weiss senseless in the process, Yang wandered out of the dorms and walked over towards the gym. No-one that saw Yang suspected a thing, even if she took off her shoe- they would only see a heavily sweat stained fuzzy sock.
Opening her locker, Yang slipped her bag in before slamming it shut. She finally noticed something with her sock. Popping her heel out, she reached in, grabbing the limp sock and yanking it back over her heel. She pulled it a couple of times with confusion.
"Oh dang- did the elastic snap?" her voice sounded surprised.
Weiss felt- tenderized. Her body going limp and no longer supporting Yang's foot as well as it should of done.
"Please- just take me off-" She said in her head.
Yang pulled the sock up again.
"Well- I guess this is going straight in the bin. This really socks- sucks... dang it Yang, you can make a better pun then this. Your really making a foot of yourself" Yang thought. However, the sock suddenly seemed to hold this time round as she pulled it up. "Hu- alright then- guess it won't go in the bin yet" Yang shrugged, testing the elastic.
Weiss was petrified, her entire body tensed up as she held her place on Yangs foot. She didn't want to get tossed out and thrown under a heap of rubbish, if she turned back under a pile of stuff that could be dangerous. Yang usually left clothes under her bed- if she could just hold on during the gym session she would be in a much better place later.
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