Eager to have some fun with her new tiny, Raquelle decides to go home. She starts walking and your covered entirely with an oozing substance of sweaty toe jam and dirt. The thick stench of it makes you gag and you fear that you will never ever get rid of it (both on you and in your mind). As she walks down the street she speaks to you.
“So, you enjoying yourself down there? I doubt it, my feet are rancid right now!” She exclaimed.
You tried pleading and screaming for her to let you out of her smelly foot prison but to no avail. The smell continued growing stronger, making you dizzy, overtaking you. The dampness of her Birkenstock insoles become a swampy mess of jam and foot grime. You cringe, knowing that her foot funk is seeping into your body, becoming the only thing you know. She arrives home and slips off her Birks, giving you a bit of mercy you hope.
“Ahhhh my floors are so filthy, so much gunk and dirt for you to lick off my feet.” She says as she crushes your prayers of mercy.
She picks up her sandals, pressing you against their sweat laden insoles, forcing your face into the filthy, greasy, toe jam. You gag at the stench, which just causes you to get a mouthful of the thick, sweaty, jelly like substance.
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