“Ash you in here?” Satan asked as he knocked on the door while opening it.
Shocked back to reality from her daydream of how she got her big smelly feet, Ash answered. “Take a deep whiff and you tell me,” she giggled playfully.
Santa didn’t need to take a deep whiff, Ash’s foot stink was as acid as ammonia and it made itself known whether you wanted it to or not. “Ash it’s time for you to start baking, we promised more than two thousand cookies to help in that charity bake sale for children who suffer from cancer.”
Ash rolled her eyes at the though of standing in a hot kitchen and baking cookies when she could sit and admire her feet while sniffing them. She smiled at how obsessed she was with her big and wide feet. “Do I have to?” she whined.
“Think about how much your feet will sweat as you bake,” Santa played to her fetish.
“And how much they’ll stink afterwards!” she smiled excitedly. “Fine, I’ll get to it. She pushed past Santa and made her way towards the kitchen, her feet slapping the floor with each step she took. With her feet so big she walked like a clown. A clown enjoying the confidence her big feet gave her. Santa started to follow her, but the lingering smell of Ash’s feet made him pause and reconsider letting it dissipate a little before continuing on again.
Ash lifted her chin up in pride as she listened to her feet slap the ground as she walked. She grinned in pride as she watched the elves recoil at the smell of her feet. And she gestured in pride to those there to help her who frowned at her big, wide, and sexy feet as she stepped into the kitchen. She paused for a second to let her feet fill the room with their piercing and pungent aroma before instructing her reluctant assistants, “We’ve got plenty of cookies to make, we’re gonna be here all day, and we’re gonna be on top of each other; so let’s make one thing clear: None of you touch my beautiful Versace shoes with your grubby little, (and I mean little!) feet and shoes!” There angry stares made Ash feel like her feet were starting to smell worse to spite the. She giggled and clapped her hands, “C’mon! Chop-chop!”
The elves got busy making cookies moving quickly around Ash, but all making sure to avoid her feet and shoes. Happy Ash sat down in a chair and plopped her feet up on the table next to her. She laughed at the discomfort of everyone else in the room as her feet smell filled the room, almost visibly rolling off her enormous feet.
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