It was Friday. You were sitting in the final class for today. You were literally counting seconds until the bell rings so that you could finally go home and start the long awaited weekend, that is, until a strange popping sound caught your attention. It came from somewhere beside you, where your best friend Nathan was sitting, and now that you looked, he seemed a bit... uncomfortable. He was squirming all the time, but at least tried to look inconspicuous.
"Nate, you okay?", you whispered to him, but before you got the answer there was an another "pop!" just like the one before and this time you traced it down to the laces on his shoes, his big size 13 sneakers.
Nathan was the tallest kid in your class at 6'1" which was impressive since he was about to be 13 next month. You stood at eye level with his chin and have always admired his height, his athletic body, and his huge feet that dwarfed your size 9s. You've had a size comparison at his house just last week. He was growing like crazy for the past years and was very proud of it, often boasting to you how big he was and how bigger he was probably going to get.
But this was different. He wore those sneakers nearly all the time lately and they didn't look tight on his feet at all, let alone having their laces snap and looking so warped as if they were 2-3 sizes too small.
You heard more popping sounds from all over the classroom.You looked around and saw more uncomfortable faces and classmates and friends shifting their feet trying to alleviate the pressure.
Finally the bell rang! The entire class scrambled to get out of the classroom as soon as possible. Nate and you both stood up and immediately looked down at his feet. Those shoes now looked so tight. There were five bulging indentations in the front of each and the sides and the heels were bulging over the soles.
"Man, they're so tight!", he muttered and wriggled his feet. As he did more laces snapped and even some seams holding the soles to the shoes gave out, revealing a hint of his thick black sport socks. "I gotta get these things off! My feet are killing me!", he added with a lot of distress.
"Yeah, and you better do it fast!", you exclaimed and pointed at his right big toe slowly but surely pushing through the front of the failing sneaker.
It was an amazing sight. You were witnessing you buddy's already huge feet growing even bigger inside his massive sneakers and tearing them slowly apart from the inside. You really wanted to stay with him to see where this was going and decided to follow him wherever you two went.
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