Somehow, in the split second he had not been looking up at the giant Gwen, she had slipped off her grody sock and aired out her even grodier feet. Ben saw a long, mountainous and sweaty bare sole towering over him...and it was coming down hard.
"Hey wait!" Ben screamed.
Everything started going dark as Gwen slammed her sole down on top him, overwhelming him with both the stinging moisture of her sweat and the strong, cheesy stench of her foot odor. The one silver lining was that her foot was as soft as they were smelly, sinking on top of him as she pressed down, so he wasn't in danger of being crushed to death by Gwen's foot. But that didn't make it less unpleasant.
"Think this kind of crap is still funny?" Gwen said, "See how YOU like it!"
Gwen's cheesy, sweaty foot also rolled him around a bit underneath, caking him in her foot sweat, making him smell just as cheesy and rotten as her foot.
"Whatever I did, I'm sorry already!" Ben exclaimed, muffled by her foot flesh.
"Sorry's not good enough this time," Gwen hissed, "You're gonna have to earn my respect back!"
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