You made it outside, and it's pretty early to be heading off but you have more ground to cover comparatively, so it will take you longer to reach places. As you walk along the street you hear thudding behind you, and only realize too late that you should have paid more attention to it as you turn around you're squished by a running shoe. Thankfully you aren't stuck to it but the girl wearing it stopped and looked back at you, having felt something she stepped on. She grinned, picked you up in her fist and said, "Hey, you're that tiny guy! I didn't think I'd ever run into you, or well, onto you!" She's a pretty girl, a brunette with her hair in a ponytail and green eyes, in really good shape, but she is jogging, complete in short-shorts and a small tank-top, so no surprise there. "Yeah, I'm David," you said, introducing yourself and being polite since you don't really want to be hostile to anyone, they're all bigger than you. "I'm Megan, and it's a good thing I found you," she said, and the bad feeling you got when people were going to do something to you flared up.
"Why is it good you found me," you ask with some nervousness. "I really need a sweat rag, but forgot to bring one, but you'll do," she said with a grin. "What, no please don't, I need to get to class-" your words fell on deaf ears as she dragged you across her forehead, her sweat clinging to you like you were a tissue. She moved you to her neck and you soaked up more of the same, and then the worst part happened. She lifted up her left arm and shoved you in the armpit, your face rubbing against her smelly, sweaty flesh. It smelled awful, this girl had worked up quite the sweat and it was soaking you and the smell invaded your nose with no hope of it getting it out soon. She moved you to the other armpit and did the same, more smelly and sweaty flesh to rub you against while she sighed in relief. "That's better! You are a hand little guy. I bet you feel pretty good on the inside of my sock," she said, and though you would have liked to respond you're still trying to get her BO out of your senses. She leans against a wall and takes off her shoe, and then her sock. She holds you above the open end and you can already smell the overwhelming stench of sweaty feet. "Hope you like my feet," she says and drops you into the sock, and you fall to the toes. She sticks her foot in and slides it over you, the heat and sweat are awful and you're forced to breathe in and swallow all these unpleasant things, and then she puts her shoe back on and steps on you. The pressure makes things ten times worse, and as she continues her jog, you can't help but feel like fate hates you.
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