Megumin walked through the town wit a bit of a pout and a sigh. Part of her wished that she could join in on the drinking and the fun that her fellow party members took part in so frequently. Then she remembered the way Aqua would make an absolute fool of herself and she was glad she never tried more than once or twice. One thing that she was not thankful for, however, was the much to long walk back to the mansion. Her feet were already sweltering from a day of running around looking for the perfect target for a fiery cleansing and the fact she wore these tight boots were not helping. Sure she had given them a breath of fresh air at the tavern but even walking for such a short time had quickly caused them to begin emitting waves of heat into their tiny confines once more. All she had to do was get back home and she could finally take a break.
You were in hell. Somewhat ironic considering the reason for this was a demon with bright red eyes but for some reason the irony wasn't very funny at this moment in time. No right now you were much to busy trying not to vomit the contents of your nonexistent stomach from your nonexistent mouth from the stench and taste of death coming from the small girls feet. It was amazing that something that appeared so dainty and cute was able to completely destroy two of your five senses, three if you counted the total darkness they left you in, so easily with nothing more than a little pressure and a wiggle every now and again. God those wiggling toes, all they succeeded in doing was slide around or grind in the slick sweat that oozed from them almost endlessly. Every step pressed you into her foot causing a new gushing of the salty liquid to absorb into your body. If you could just undo your transformation and leave the girl without boots you would in a second but the cooldown and lack of space prevented that. You had no options but just endure her smelly feet.
Eventually she finally did arrive home with a loud sigh before retiring to her gothic looking room. She popped you off of her feet which did little to remedy the horrible sweat stench she had left you with but did somewhat remedy the horrible sweltering heat. Still it wasn't much of a benefit considering your body had been so firmly saturated in the sticky salty sweat of the crimson demons feet.You could hear the sounds of her changing, pulling the tainted clothing from her body before she left the room. You could only hope it was to take a shower. Still after nearly an hour of being a boot and now finally free from her sweltering feet you could become something else and get away from those stink machines. And on top of that no one was in the home, you could become anything for any of the cuties. But what to choose.
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