Carmen chugged from the can of Coke in her hand and let out a monstrous belch. “URRRRRrrRP!” She bellowed before tossing the empty can over her shoulder.
Carmen Thompson was a total tomboy who was known to be quite the delinquent around her town of Bayweather. She had been to juvenile hall once before, and came back even worse behaved than she had previously.
She was also quite the bully, which made her very feared within the halls of her high school. She had a total lack of respect for anyone but her close friends and family. Teachers and even the principal and superintendent feared her.
And with good reason!
Carmen had found out as a Sophomore student that she was of divine lineage. Her mother was the goddess of discord: Eris.
Her father had been a total deadbeat after his mother gave birth and soared off to greener pastures. Her dad spent most of her childhood moping and boozing, she had the feeling he resented her as a reminder of his ex.
Needless to say when she found out her status as a demi-goddess...she was more than thrilled! She quickly subjugated most of the country, feeling too lazy to bother doing so with the rest of the world. She simply ordered the other countries to respect her status as a demi-goddess and not interfere with her rule of the entire United States, and there would be no issues.
Having no other choice, the world leaders surrendered and did as she commanded.
Currently Carmen was walking home from school. It was a hot day and she was wearing her ratty sneakers and well worn and unwashed socks. The same socks had been on her feet for over 3 weeks now. She wore a black tank top and ripped jean shorts as well.
Her hair was blond and shoulder length, and she walked with a pep in her step. The reason for her good mood was due to a substitute teacher getting uppity and thinking he could give her detention.
Needless to say he was promptly shrunken and was now residing at the size of a ladybug between the delinquent’s grimey toes.
This is where our story begins…
Carmen sighed a breath of relief as she walked into her home, shutting the door behind her, her grin never once leaving her face. Life is good when you're basically a goddess - a hell of a lot better than it is for the guy stuck between her fetid toes, probably choking on the stench. The though makes her giggle slightly, her toes clenching around him in a quick but painful squeeze - he deserves this, after all. She'd probably let him out after one, maybe two weeks or so. That is, if she remembers.
The heat had made her sweatier than usual, the normally pleasant walk home this time slightly too hot for comfort, though it's not like Carmen minded being sweaty. After all, why should she care? She grabs a can of coke from her fridge before collapsing onto the sofa, chugging the can immediately - a loud belch of "UUUURRRpft!" coming from her before she tosses the can on the floor. She could make somebody clean that up later, who cares. She throws her legs up on the table, her ratty, dirty sneakers still adorning her feet as she does so, flicking through channels absent mindedly, her mind wandering, thinking of ways to make her more comfortable. Maybe she could have somebody lie on the sofa and use them as a seat? At the very least farting on them could be hilarious. Oh, she could make somebody kneel before her as a footrest instead of the table she was using now! The possibilities are endless, theres so much she could do!
However, at that moment she feels the substitute teacher within her sock squirm a bit. A wicked grin forms on her face, "Oooh how could I forget! It was so obvious what i could do..." She mutters to herself as she reaches down to her feet on the table and begins to undo the dirty laces of her ratty sneaks.
"Mmmm....it's soooo hot out today, I'm sure ya know that though...since my feet are soaked and you're in there!" Carmen taunts her prisoner as she finishes undoing the laces and kicks the shoes off with a grunt.
A sigh of bliss escapes her lips as she feels the breeze on her three week old sweaty socks. The bottoms were filled with holes, showing off her supple and thick sole flesh beneath the disgusting cloth.
Her plump big toe on her left foot stuck out cutely from a big hole on top of the sock. "FINALLY...these bad girls can BREATHE...." Carmen moans, licking her lips at the ladybug sized sub teacher who was currently stuffed between her big and second toe on her right foot (the one which didn't have the hole with the big toe poking out).
"I think I should take it one step further..." Carmen says as she reaches down to peel off the stinking socks.
She reaches down to her sock, her face cringing slightly as she touches the wet fabric, soaked with her sweat. Being this close to her feet means that the scent is overpowering, even to her - and she can't even imagine what it must be like for the poor soul between her toes. Not that she regrets her actions at all - he tried to tell her that she needs to do homework, he deserves this, and more! Maybe she'd use her powers to turn him into an insole for her sneaks later, that'd definitely show him.
She takes a hold of the top of her sock, slowly sliding it from the top of her foot, exposing first her heel, then the arch of her foot quickly following. The meaty pad of her foot is next revealed, before she drops what is essentially a sweat filled rag at this point onto the floor - her toes finally revealed, the poor sub teacher between them visible - a horrid mess, his hair stuck to his head, a thick layer of her sweat covering him - so thick that, even without the sock, he's stuck to her foot - a fact Carmen is quick to laugh about, looking down at him.
"So, apologize to me, now."
What does he do..?
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