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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2196038
A Giantess Foot Worship Story
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Chapter #4

The socks you are in

    by: StinkyFeetLover21 Author IconMail Icon
Your eyes widen as you feel her pick up the socks you’re in. You scream internally as you know the terrible hell about to be released upon you.

“No no no!” You say to yourself quietly.

Raquelle opens up the end of the socks and positions her toes to slide in, allowing you to witness her pungent, jam ridden digits. You cringe staring at the filth and grime in the crevices between them. The smell gets stronger and stronger as her toes get closer and closer, surrounding you in a sickening cheesy odor that makes you feel nauseous. Your nose burns with the sharp cheesy odor of her foot and you start to see colors. You hope to just pass out from the lack of clean air, hoping to die from her horrifying foot odor. Her foot presses against you, filling your mouth, eyes and nose with sticky toe jam and salty sweat. You scream in absolute horror as your senses are attacked by her feet.

“Pew, I should definitely wash my socks more often.” Raquelle exclaims as she catches a whiff of the cheesy foot odor protruding from her dirty socks.

Her toes curl around you as you dream of death, hoping that not a second more goes by of your hellish stinky torture. She sticks her foot in her shoe and you are met with darkness and surrounded by a TOXIC humid stink of rotting cheese and sweat. You gag over and over, sure you’ll vomit from the sickening stink. You pray as hard as you can for death, hoping to never take another breath of her tainted cheesy shoe air.

“I need to shower, but I kinda want to go hang out with Isabel at the mall.” She says as she taps away at her phone. “Maybe I’ll go home and change real quick.”

Meanwhile your eyes flutter as you drift in and out of consciousness, inhaling nothing but humid, rank foot odor and tasting nothing but sticky, black bits of toe jam and salty foot sweat.

Raquelle thinks for a minute “Hmmm, I think I’ll...”

You have the following choices:

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1. “Go home and shower.”

2. “Change and go to the mall.”

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