This choice: Ten laps of sweaty foot hell • Go Back...Chapter #5The Ten Circles of Foot Hell by: Steamgear   “AW! Come on!” Kimberly moaned in response to the team captain’s decision, “You said we weren’t gonna practice.”
“No we aren’t, but you still didn’t wear your socks today,” Ashley noted, authoritatively.
Kimberly grumbled something under her breath as she dropped to the floor in a seated position. From a few dozen feet away, the impact of her butt on the wooden gym floor was deafening to her tiny coach. Ken gulped and briefly thought of running. However, as he looked around, seeing the fidgeting feet of preteen volleyball girls clad in heavy tennis shoes, surrounding him on all sides, the tiny boy thought better of the idea. How bad could one girl’s feet be? Ken was about to find out just how bad Kimberly’s feet could be.
“There we go, finally,” Kimberly said as she tugged her unlaced shoe off her right foot.
Ken looked over to see Kimberly holding a plain white, if slightly worn tennis shoe in one hand. Her bare sole was extended out before him, toes wriggling as the foot rose up like a building. Ken gulped, but was still happy to see that Kimberly’s foot looked mostly clean, granted that was only because they hadn’t started practice.
“Okay,” Ashley announced from a grin as she pinched Ken up and lifted it into the air, while also taking Kimberly’s shoe from her with the other hand, “Let’s get our little toy…..est subject in there,” Ashley said trying desperately to try and fix her slip-up, despite the fact that it was obvious to everyone, Ken included, that the girls just wanted to play with and torment him at this size.
The gigantic team captain held Ken’s inch-tall body over the opening to Kimberly’s tennis shoe, allowing hot, stale air to waft up over him. Looking down, Ken saw the imprint of the Asian titaness’s foot, embedded into the sole from constant wear. Without warning, Ashley’s hand accelerated into the shoe, pinning Ken against the still warm insole and retreating immediately. Ken sat up and nearly gagged, it wasn’t necessarily that the shoe smelled bad at the moment, it was more that the air was thick and hard to breath. Though admittedly the smell of dried sweat still lingered in the hot air. Ken sat on the rough insole and debated whether to try and hide by the heel and climb out during the jog or seek shelter at the toe section. He never got time to answer as the shoe shifted around, knocking Ken on his back. He was forced to face up, looking at Kimberly’s face, her expression somehow half way between frustration and excitement. Her face though was quickly replaced by her faced approaching sole, which bloated out the gym’s lights as it covered the hole above Ken. The tanned sole of Kimberly’s foot skimmed over his body like a hovercraft on water, until her toes touched the end. It was then that Ken felt the full weight of 4’11” girl come crashing down on him like a house collapsing in a storm. The young girl then swiftly tied her laces, pulling Ken closer to her foot.
Kimberly finally stood up and walked over to where the girls always started upon running laps. She smiled a little bit as she discovered that Ken actually provided much needed comfort for her right foot. Without socks, her shoes rough material made her feel like she was walking on gravel. This comfort was not reciprocated to Ken though. He was initially confused when a sudden feeling of weightlessness overcame him, like he was in an airplane taking off. It was soon reversed though as Kaitlin put her foot down, slamming Ken into the floor hard enough to make him think he had fallen out of a building. Then, as Kimberly’s opposite foot lifted up, the tiny coach felt her full weight pressing down on him like a piano had fallen out of the building immediately after him. The weight made Ken think he was about to break his nose, though he would soon find himself wishing he was able to now. Still, Ken’s shrunken body was indeed more durable than before, that didn’t stop the next three steps from being equally painful. Kimberly now stood at the starting line, Ken already battered beneath her sole before the first lap.
“Ready…..” Ashley said, holding her hand in the air, “GO!” With that Ashley swung her hand down, signaling the start of the first lap, before going to join the rest of the girls on the bleachers for one of the more entertaining runs they’d witnessed.
Kimberly began with her left foot, causing Ken to feel like he was catapulted up into the air at breakneck speeds as her right foot rose up to follow. Suddenly it slammed down, the foot above him hammering down like the wrath of a scorned goddess. Ken felt like his bones were about to shatter for a split second before he was yet again launched into the air, the cycle repeating.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Kimberly’s footfalls were deafening in the silent gym as she completed the first of ten laps. They were deafening enough that Ken knew no other sound in the impact zone of her meteoric footfalls. She had barely started running and already Ken felt a droplet of sweat seep into his clothes from the bare sole above him. A faint sharp odor was beginning to waft from the folds of flesh before him.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Kimberly crossed the start line on her second lap. Her feet were starting to feel warm and Ken was starting to feel like he was being cooked alive inside the intense furnace of fabric and flesh. The Asian athlete’s bare flesh, now moist sweat pushed down on him from above, while behind him the unforgiving insole pushed back up. He felt like he was trapped in a waffle iron.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Kimberly rounded the bend, yet again for lap three. Underfoot, Ken gagged as the sharp smell became stronger and stronger, mixing with a cheesy odor of foot into a disgusting cocktail. Lap after lap of running had caused Kimberly’s laces to loosen, so Ken was faintly aware of a lowered amount of pressure pulling him against the giantess’s foot.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
It was the fourth lap, not that Ken would know that. The impeneratebly darkness left him blind to what was happening around him. His other senses were equally tortured, even his sense of time. It felt like Kimberly must have ran a hundred laps by this point. All around him, the disgusting smell of the girl’s sweat-drenched feet flowed. Though it was also flowing off Ken, whose body was now soaked in it.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
It was the fifth lap, five-hundredth in Ken’s imagination. The loosening confines of Ken’s tennis shoe penitentiary was initially a gift, now it had transformed into a curse. His body slick with sweat, like the foot above him, was slowly beginning to slide through Kimberly’s shoe. In darkness, the tiny boy could feel the movement across the moist insole, though he didn’t know where he would be headed, towards the heel or the toes.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Sixth lap and Ken was quickly discovering his destination was Kimberly’s rock-like heel. He learned this by surprise when suddenly, he felt his head compacted between the wet spongy surface of the insole and the slick, bony surface of his tormentor’s heel. He suddenly knew what it was like for a bug. As the heel hammered down on him the first time, he felt as though his skull was going to be crushed. Then the next time, as he slide a bit further, like his ribs were going to disintegrate. When he was fully under her heel, it felt like his body would just explode into a bloody mess. Yet still his body held together.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
On the seventh lap, Ken breathed deeply in a panic, now safe from the giant Asian preteen’s hammer-like heel. Each breath was heavily tainted though, the fetid air around him stung his throat and burned his nose like a chemical weapon.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
On the eighth lap, the insole could absorb no more sweat. It was pooling at Ken’s back, a disgusting salty sea with a disgusting smell akin to rotting cheese. Each step Kimberly ran was met with a squelching sound in her shoe. To make matters worse, Ken realized he was sliding once again. He knew it was towards the moster-like toes.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
It was the ninth lap and Ken felt the ball of Kimberly’s foot slam into his chest, knocking the breath out of his lungs and forcing him to refill them with the utterly toxic, hot air in the shoe. Another few steps and Ken felt Kimberly’s toes clamp around his head, pulling him into a warm embrace. The boy screamed as drops of sweat and toe jam filled his mouth, causing him to gag them out. The toes scrunched up, forcing his face into a particularly stinky fold of flesh.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Kimberly ran her final lap. Inside her shoe, Ken thought he was dead. Foot sweat nearly drowning him. The crushing force all around him now. The hellish heat overheating his body. Though most of all, the poisonous air, which could no longer be said to even smell of feet, made him gasp for fresh air.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Kimberly crossed the finish line to a cheer of her teammates. She ignored them and simply dropped to her knees before falling further to the floor. She groaned as she took in labored breaths, her body clammy and sweaty. She felt horrible and had almost forgotten about Ken until she felt Ashley untying her shoe for her. A few tugs later, the shoe came off with a wet pop. Ashley turned to look inside the shoe and immediately pulled it away as the stale odor of her teammate’s feet rushed to her nose. A sadistic smile spread over her face as she thought of the hell Ken must have gone through.
Ken felt cool air, but he still felt an intense pressure clamping down around it. He wriggled and squirmed in between Kimberly’s toes, still trapped. That’s when Ashley noticed him and with a giggle, plucked him free. Ashley held the boy up, causing the rest of the team to give a collective shout of “EW” as he hung there like an unwanted bug to be thrown out.
Ashley spoke up, “Our coach deserves a break. He should take…”
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