This choice: your going to be Stacy's Insoles in the Loaner gym shoes that stink • Go Back...Chapter #5Stacy's Stinky Shoes by: Unknown Stacy stared at you with sadness as the girls in the locker room stomped you to a pulp underneath their feet. She was good friends with you, and refused to join in with the rest of the girls. Before changing into her gym clothes, she slipped away to use the bathroom, as she really had to go before class started.
Meanwhile, the girls had just finished pummeling you to the floor. One of the mean girls peeled you off of the floor, and
stared at you in disgust.
“Ha! You pathetic little pervert! I hope you like your punishment!” She and the other girls giggled cruelly, and you were carried over to a dirty and old looking pair of sneakers. The cruel teen dropped you into the shoe, and your tiny fleshy body rolled into the smelly shoe.
Stacy had just finished using the bathroom right as the mean girl dropped you into the shoe, and she walked back over to the group. She noticed that you had vanished, and that the girls were no longer torturing you.
“Where did Jack go?” She wondered, setting her shoes on the floor beside her. She kicked off her normal shoes.
“You mean the squishy pervert? We let him go.” The mean girl answered, hiding her smile behind her hand.
“Yeah, we figured he had learned his lesson.” Another girl replied, almost bursting out in laughter.
“Oh. Okay.” Stacy nodded. She was relieved that they had let you go. She knew just how cruel girls could be. At least she could rest easy knowing you were safe. She lifted her socked feet, and began to slip into the loaner sneakers she had borrowed for the period.
Your crumpled body, tucked away in Stacy’s left shoe, saw her pink sock slipping into the entrance, and you knew what would come next. You wanted to cry out for help, but your mouth had been mashed flat, and you were incapable of producing sounds. Stacy was completely oblivious to your situation.
Stacy’s massive foot connected with your body, bouncing you backwards. Your small form hit the front of the shoe, where you could go no further. Unfortunately, Stacy’s foot continued to enter the shoe, and her giant toes pressed up against you harder and harder. As Stacy’s foot entered her shoe, her socked toes squeezed your body up against the front of the shoe, pressing you flat up against her foot.
Finally, Stacy’s foot had fit into her sneaker completely. Her pink socked foot had crushed you, and you were half resting on top of her toes and half stuck underneath.
Stacy wiggled her toes in her shoe, and felt something odd. There seemed to be some kind of squishy object stuck inside of her shoe. Unfortunately, class was about to start, and she didn’t have time to check and see what it was. She wiggled her toes again, seeing if she could figure out what it was.
Your body was rubbed painfully up and down by Stacy’s toes. You were dragged roughly against the front of the shoe, your face being grinded against her smelly socks, while your crotch was being squashed underneath her toes.
Stacy giggled, enjoying the feeling of the squishy object tucked away in her shoe. She didn’t know what it was, but it felt great, and that’s all that she cared about. The thought that it was her good friend Jack didn’t even cross her mind, as she fully believe that the mean girls had been telling the truth when they said they let you go.
Content that whatever was in her shoe was more good than bad, Stacy happily skipped out into the gym, painfully crushing you underneath her smelly toes with every step. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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