As you shrink smaller and smaller the scent of Peter's sweat grows around you. Everything in here has been pressed up close to his muscles, getting saturated with his perspiration. To think that you are finally going to get to experience that first hand is amazing. You can't wait to be trapped in his shoe with his titanic foot, locked in there with a smell that can't be permeated by the fresh air. These thoughts run through your head as you crawl into the curled up sock, pushing your way to the end, and burying your face in the soft cotton, browned because of it's constant use.
You lie still, breathing in the manly scent for the rest of class, until you hear the loud, raucous sound of dozens of guys returning to the locker room. You crawl to the mouth of the sock, looking out as Peter walks up to his locker, panting heavily, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. He opens his locker door, and you can see the sweat stains on his chest and pits. He peels off the shirt and throws it into the locker, the pungent wad landing on top of you, but not before you get a glimpse of Peter's glorious, bronze chest. As much as you would love to bury yourself in it, you know that it won't be long until Peter puts on his socks and you retreat back inside. The sound of several more thuds come, As Peter puts in his gym shorts, socks and shoes. You barely hear the click as he removes his deodorant cap and the final thud as he replaces it.
A rustle comes up from above as Peter moves his sweaty garments out of the way. He pulls out your sock and straightens it out. Through a small hole you can see him in just his boxers, which tightly hug his firm ass and large package. He lowers you down to the ground and the moment you've been waiting for arrives. His feet are one of the few things you'd been able to take long looks at, since anyone looking would probably assume you'd just spaced out looking at the ground. His long toes slide into the sock, the smell of his feet overwhelming your senses. As the gap between his first two toes slides around you, you bury your face in his skin, lapping up his foot sweat. With the bracelet you shrink yourself down further, until the toes are the size of houses.
You continue rubbing yourself against his skin as he lifts up his foot to put on his shorts. Then you feel yourself sliding into the sneaker. The light from outside dims and the air becomes heavier. His foot presses down as Peter stands. The school bell rings as Peter walks through the hallways and out to the parking lot. He walks out to his car. Peter rarely showers after gym class. Since he has his own car and gym is the last class of the day, who cares. He lets his musk fill the air as he blasts the music as loud as he wants and busting out as many farts as he can, the testosterone infused air boosting the teen Adonis's ego. As he gets home he goes up to his room. Relaxing after a long day of school...
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