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a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?
This choice: The girls have to run the mile, spelling trouble for you.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

The Longest Mile

    by: Unknown
Stacy walked happily out into the gym, excited that she had a little plaything trapped in her shoe. She hated running the mile, but she figured that whatever was in her shoe could make the entire chore that much more enjoyable.

She entered the gym as the teacher began taking attendance. She squeezed her toes in anticipation, causing your crumpled body to be squashed by her merciless toes. Stacy giggled quietly, hoping that whatever was in her shoe was enjoying itself as much as she was. You weren’t.

The gym teacher finished attendance, and the class headed outside towards the track. With every step, Stacy could feel the little squishy object being mashed by her toes, and it felt great. She tried to focus her attention away from the object, or else she was soon going to double over in sexual excitement. Meanwhile, you were just trying not to double over in pain and agony, but it was not going so well.

She reached the track, and did a few practice stretches before running. During one of the stretches, your battered body rolled underneath her big toe, and a part of you became stuck to the fabric of her toe. As she stepped down, you found yourself flattened underneath her toe. You feared for the worst in this position, but it wasn’t like you could do a whole lot in order to change anything. You were completely at the mercy of the blissfully unaware giantess above you, who wished only to toy with you with her foot.

At the sound of the whistle, the mile had begun, and Stacy raced off. She was always the fastest in her class, and she loved running above almost anything else. She tore down the track, her feet slapping against the ground like bullets. You were forcefully smacked against the inside of her dirty shoes with incredible force with every step, each step threatening to knock you out.

The stench inside Stacy’s gym shoes began to increase, filling your nostrils with their putrid smell. You tried to focus on something else, but nothing in your situation was pleasant enough to focus on. Stacy also began to work up a heavy sweat, the disgusting liquid dripping off her feet and washing all over your body.

Quickly, you realized that your current predicament was even worse than you had previously feared. With each painful pound, Stacy’s big toe was pressing down on your forcefully. Your tiny form was slowly being absorbed into her smelly pink sock, and the sweat from her sock was cementing you there.

Now starting to panic even more than before, you tried your hardest to free yourself from where you were headed. However, you were too weak and hopeless, and there was nothing you could do. Within just five minutes, your tiny self had been totally absorbed into Stacy’s sock. You were now a part of her disgusting pink sock, a tiny tan smear at her big toe.

Stacy finished her mile in just over six minutes, and she crept over to the nearest bench, panting for breath. She sat down, and gulped water from the bottles provided by the gym teacher. She knew she had a while to wait before the other girls finished, so she decided to play with the little squishy thing in her shoe.

She scrunched up her toes, folding the sock and you back, but of course there was nothing for her to squeeze or feel anymore. Stacy tried several more times, and had the same result. Disappointed that her little toy had vanished, she laid back on the bench to wait for the others to finish.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone was finished. Stacy and the class headed back to the locker rooms. Stacy sat down on the bench, and pulled off her shoe. Fresh air and sunlight hit you once more, but the overbearing stench of Stacy’s socks that you were now trapped in overpowered it. Stacy reached into the gym shoes and felt around, obviously finding nothing.

Figuring that it didn’t matter if she lost her toy now that class was over, she simply shrugged and moved on. She set her feet on the floor, and the cold tiles were freezing on your back. Stacy reached for her own shoes, and started to put them on. You didn’t want to go back into the sweaty depths of her shoes, but there wasn’t anything you could do.
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