You run over to Breeaunna’s sneakers, which are under the locker room bench, and grimace as a thick cheesy stink fills your nose. As you climb inside, the stench devours you and you gag. Your feet hit the insole and are immediately ankle deep in a pool of sweat.
“Jesus, does she ever let these shoes air out?” you think to yourself.
The stench gets stronger by the second and your nose starts burning from the toxic cheesy stink of feet. The locker room starts to fill up and a small part of you wishes you could watch as the girls change, but don’t want to risk getting caught. You look out of the opening of the shoe and see Breeaunna quickly changing so she can get out of there in a hurry and avoid any embarrassment. She peels off her basketball shoes and tears off her wet sweaty gym socks. Immediately her foot odor fills the locker room and she shyly says sorry to everyone and stuffs her putrid socks into her sneakers...right on top of you. The socks are stuffed in and soon the light goes out and a storm begins. A storm of putrid sweat raining down on you. You gag as you choke on the salty rain drop protruding from her sopping wet socks. Your eyes sting from her burning cheesy sweat and you pray that it ends soon...but to no avail as she continues changing and you are stuck with her toxic cheesy socks of death.
About three unbearable minutes later she pulls out her socks and takes a sniff, "These should still be good for a couple more practices," she says to herself and stuffs them in her gym bag.
She picks up her sneakers and next thing you know...
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