Chapter #7Jenny’s Tiny Passenger by: Azazel-8   Still deep in conversation with Rachel, Jenny had no idea that her tiny husband was adhered to her atrociously moist socks as she bent down to retrieve her shoes from the entry foyer, smiling at Rachel as the other girl slipped on her own footwear. Believing you to be safe elsewhere in the house the blonde sat down heavily on the step and lowered her sneakers to her feet, pulling her right on first and giving it a few good stomps to get comfortable before reaching for the left.
Face-first against your wife’s sole you had no idea what was about to happen, continuing your fruitless attempts to get Jenny’s attention as she tilted her foot and slowly began to push it into the waiting maw of her sneaker. While you could feel the motion, the first clue you were given as to your fate was a sudden spike in heat and smell as the foot began to slid into the shoe, those few spots of light able to reach your eyes fading away as the darkness of the sneaker swallowed everything. Just moments before your back met the insole you realised what was happening, and tried to let out a silent scream before all the air was brutally crushed from your lungs.
Pulling her sneaker all the way on, Jenny quickly tied the laces and rose to her feet, her colossal weight pressing down upon you and forcing you deep into the moist insole of the shoe. For you it was like sinking into quicksand, a warm swamp of sweat and sodden fabric rising up around you and conforming to your shape even as it formed a horrid seal with the filthy sock above. If you felt the smell from before had been terrible, then this was beyond description, a thick miasma of Jenny’s foot stench rising up to surround you on all sides and only becoming worse the further you sank.
All of your torment translated into nothing more than a minor irritation to the massive blonde, a feeling that there was something weird with her left shoe, but not enough to warrant investigation. Instead she just stomped down a couple of times to remove the irritation, and sighed in relief as the barrage pushed you deep enough that you ceased to cause her any discomfort, heedless to the agony those same actions brought to you as you felt as if your bones were going to break. You couldn’t even cry out as filthy sock fuzz was forced down into your mouth, the sneaker happily claiming you as a bit of extra padding to serve the goddess-like body of the woman above.
Satisfied with her work, Jenny headed out the door with Rachel, all thoughts of your presence having completely fled her mind as the two made their way towards the park and each step pounded you further beneath her warm sweaty feet. It was part of the girl’s usual routine to go for a jog together every week, and although earlier in the day she had been thinking of calling it off this week to spend some time with her husband, right now Jenny just felt the urge to move her body. The marriage had seen her reduced to a bundle of nerves, and it was time for her to take some time to de-stress.
While you suffered the girls reached the park and almost immediately picked up speed, slamming you into the ground over and over again as Rachel set a blistering pace. The athletic girl always liked to choose a speed that would challenge her smaller friend, keen to get her in shape as quickly as possible. For you this meant an increasingly rapid barrage of stomps raining down upon you and giving you no semblance of relief as you were pounded into oblivion. Even with the moist insole beneath you, you felt like you were going to break under the assault, your muscles straining and bones creaking as the mighty sole above fell over and over again. It was hard to believe that just hours ago you’d been given to this girl, your friend, in marriage, and now you were struggling to breath beneath her merciless foot and choking down gallons of her filth and foot sweat.
You’d known Jenny for years, and you were constantly amazed at her ability to overlook your presence. Whether it was serving as some padding for her seat during maths class, filling out her bra for the school dance, or just getting kicked around beneath her feet, she seemed to have a blind-spot the size of a barn when it came to your safety. You knew that she was a kind girl and that she cared, but it was hard to keep believing that when she was squeezing the life out of you.
As if hearing your thoughts and taking offence to the same, the foot above you shifting slightly and allowed you to the slide a little to the front, just enough that when it came down again your head was caught beneath the toes, instantly gripped by the socked digits as if finding a new toy. While the tortuous foot above continued to rise and fall upon your vulnerable body, the playful toes started to rhythmically scrunch around your head in time with each footfall. In no time at all you found your face pressed firmly into the gap between Jenny’s big and second toes, a tsunami of sweat soaking through the sock to pour into your every orifice, while sock lint and grime was smeared across. What few frantic breaths you could manage between the crushing squeezes were filled with the stench of the toes, and you had to force yourself not to cough them out immediately for fear of suffocating.
For Jenny it just felt like she had a small pebble in her shoe, or maybe that a bit of the insole had come loose to make a plaything for her toes. In either case, it didn’t bother her and she continued to play with your head for the next half hour as she and Rachel ran laps around the park, your poor body being battered over and over again as the two girls maintained a steady pace along the path. She could feel the heavy sweat pooling in her shoes but thought little of it, content to squelch around for a bit longer in order to really burn off any excess calories. She had a husband now after all, and she needed to look her best if she was going to keep him happy.
By the time the two women finally stopped for a rest, Jenny happily collapsed on the nearest park bench, breathing heavily and deeply while her more athletic friend looked down at her with a smirk. The blonde’s entire body was soaked in sweat and ached from the exertion, but nowhere hurt quite so badly as her sore and tired feet. They’d overheated in the shoes and needed a chance to breathe immediately, though she did note with some confusion that the left one felt a little less sore. Of course, as she reached to remove her sneakers, she had no idea of the sweaty, exhausted and mentally broken body of her husband that lay within their depths, hoping for rescue.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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