"Might as well, I’ve been sockless for a bit too long. Gotta get these puppies nice and stuffy." She says as her teammates cringe at the thought of her sweaty feet. As she pulls open the bag you feel the sock you’re trapped in begin to shake. Hearing that along with the movment sparks the desire to get the hell out of there. As you try and pull away, however, you realize your hand is stuck in place. In fact both of them are stuck in place.
You give one more desperate tug in am attempt to escape before realizing the gunky toe jam has plastered you in place. The more you struggle the more it seems to bind around your legs like quick sand. To add insult to injury you feel the sock shift as she picks it up shaking you forward and causing your forearm to be trapped as well as your face inches away from the clumps of toe cheese that pound away at your sense of smell.
Finally as the sock lifted vertically you were pried free only to fall forward again straight down to the toe end of the sock and being splattered with her funky foot gunk. And, as if things couldn't get any worse, you looked up seeing a set of toes wiggle their way and tear a path through the layers of foot cheese. You thought that would be the worst of it but upon seeing the ebony soles it was clear where this had all come from. Each toe crevice was basically leaking black toe jam into these poor socks and soon onto your body.
With no way to escape due to the confined space and the sticky goo already inside you could only watch as the grimy foot slowly engulfs your body, pressing you against the burning hot sole fresh off the workout. The sweat seeped into your skin and mouth filling your mouth with the taste of salty cheese and filling your nose with an awful scent, like someone had blended together a dozen dairy products, left it in the sun for weeks, and began pouring it over your face. Yet you could do nothing but gag and writhe in agony beneath her feet and between her jam ridden toes.
Raquelle pulled both socks into place as she wiggled her toes, listening to the squishing sound her socks made against her feet with a grin. As she was about to make a comment on the disgusting state of her feet, mostly to bother her teammates, she noticed a small indentation which was either foot gunk perfectly shaped like a tiny person, or she may have just hit the jackpot, as...
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