Ben approached the spot where the Rustbucket had been parked, and peered out from the trees at his now tiny cousin Gwen. She was sitting in a lawn chair sunbathing in a bikini with sunglasses on, clearly asleep. Ben suppressed a snicker, "And she always claims to be the smarter of us two. Lets see how much her smarts will do her in this situation!"

Trying to sit down as light as he could, Ben's butt hit the ground with a thump, causing a mini earthquake that didn't seem to wake his lightly snoring cousin. Ben scratched his head sheepishly, "Dang, she sleeps like a log. Oh well, good thing for me!" Ben pulled off one sneaker with a wet pop sound, immediately green fumes rose from his socked foot and from inside his shoe. Wasting no time, although even the young boy scrunched his nose at the intense foot odor he was making, Ben grabbed the toes of his crusty feeling sock and tugged. The sweat drenched sock peeled off his foot easily enough, but his foot was covered with patches of greasy, sticky globs of lint that decorated his sole and bunched up between his toes.

Feeling the cold air on his bare foot and sighing lightly, Ben tossed the sock over in Gwen's direction, where it flopped and landed directly on top of his annoying cuz. "Direct hit!" Ben thought to himself as he wiggled his sticky toes in the air with joy.

Hearing sounds coming from underneath the enormous garment, sounds of disgust and indignation mostly, Ben removed his other sneaker and sock from his other foot and sat with his legs stretched out so his feet would be the first things to greet Gwen when, and if she got outta there.

Gwen emerged from the sock with a gasp for air, collapsing on the ground before his mighty heels and powerful soles and flexing toes. Her hair was now messed up and her sunglasses sat askew on her nose, she glanced up at the sound of laughter, which sounded abnormally loud for her dweeb of a cousin, however obnoxious he may be.

The first thing she saw was of course, those fleshy titans that were his big bare feet, and boy did they reek. She almost threw up right there, it was THAT powerful! Ben laughed when he saw his little cousin turn green, the same color as his foot mist. "Having problems Gwen? Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Y-You dweeb! What have you done!?" Gwen shouted at him while pinching her nose.

Ben waggled his foot at her as if he was wagging his finger at a naughty child, "Uh uh uh! Not gonna have that!" Quicker than Gwen could realize, Ben had put his fleshy soft, pungent sole in her face and began to rub it around, coating her entire puny body with sweat.

"Breathe in my stink Gwen! I'm gonna make sure you never look down on this "dweeb" again!"