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Victoria hearing nothing more, resumed putting on her old sneakers with you still stuck to the bottom of her foot. There was no escape at this point. It was now both impossible to move and impossible to be heard as she laced up her tennies tightly. These were her favorite old sneakers that she wore every day and because her feet were still damp from the shower the smell inside her shoes quickly became overwhelming as every breath you took was now flavored with the rancid odor between her toes. The more she walked around the flatter you became as your torso became paper thin and your facial feature filled up the remaining space between her toes. You wondered as pretty as she was and as dainty as her feet were how in the world that they could stink so bad. She was obviously not concerned with the extra padding under her foot and between her toes to take her shoe off and investigate. Instead though she was wiggling her toes back and forth inside her shoe as if she was enjoying it. Of course this movement even distorted your features even more as first one toe and then another stretched the area of your mouth until she had several toes massaging your tongue giving you a taste that you were sure that could never be washed out. You heard her tell Amanda that she was going to tonight's girls only party at Julia's and that she would meet her there later. You patiently endure the constant beating you were being given as she walked over to her house, and every step she took continued to force her toes further and further down your distorted mouth. Once there you were relieved when she sat down and took the majority of her weight off you. You began to hear loud music in the background and hear one of the ladies declare "shoes off!" when dancing up here. "Super", you thought as you plotted your escape. But as her shoe came off you found yourself still securely attached to her as you almost had assumed the form of a sock as the entire front portion of her foot was now inside your mouth. Not to be outdone by any of the gals she began dancing in the room further humiliating you as the motion of her grinding, sliding, and stomping her foot continued to make you into a little sockette that covered her foot. By now her foot was nice and sweaty and you strangely seemed to enjoy both the smell and the taste as you got more and more used to it. She finally headed over to the couch as she needed a short rest and sat down curling her foot and ankle underneath her as she sat. This motion finally managed to drag you off her toes but you were now buried under her butt and because her mini-skirt was so short you were up against her panties. As she wiggled her foot underneath her butt it was pushing you closer and closer to the crotch of her panties to which you quickly discovered that they were not the fresh pair he expected her to be wearing after her shower, but more than likely a pair that she had worn several days in a row as a new smell replaced the rancid pong of her sweaty toes. He could not believe that he was now face to her love nest and with her grinding and pushing him up against it, while up until this point he had not been allowed even to be given a glimpse of her pretty undergarments let alone get his face rubbed into it. He knew that if she was aware of what was going on that she would have worn a new pair after strategically adding perfume to the area. As she squirmed around on the couch he was also pushed up the back end against her rosebud and got familiar with another set of smells as she bounced and squirmed in the couch. As she got up to return to the dancing he unfortunately found himself once again stuck to her, this time to the moist mustiness of her crotch. As she gyrated around on the dance floor he was squeezed in to the crevices of her butt front and back until he finally worked him self free and fell to the floor. Just as soon as he hit the floor he found Victoria's foot descending on him as if to reclaim her lost toy. She firmly squashed him to the floor and proceeded to grind and flatten him until he was paper thin again and stretched out into a 12" blob firmly stuck to the floor. Now he became a target for the other ladies at the party as each one seemed to want to rotate to that interesting little spot on the floor and he was able to sample the taste of the toes other 15 girls that were there. When Amanda came in she brought with her beverages that a little more adult than the sodas they had been drinking. And the party livened up even more. Amanda wasn't told of the suggestion to remove her shoes and almost if by purpose she migrated to the 12"lob on the floor and began dancing with her high heels all over you almost punching holes in you where ever her needle like heels came in contact with you. This tearing at you with her heels got you loose from being stuck flat on the floor but you were now being rolled up in a ball like form as she kicked you around until she finally stepped on you while you had enough thickness that she bothered to look what she had just stepped on. With that she giggled as she discovered you stuck to the bottom of her heels and scraped you off. You were now 'free' if you could call it that as she brought you over to the couch and set you down beside her and questioned how you happened to get there. Laughing and giggling at your story she eventually just left you sitting there on the couch. You decided to remain there rather than escape back to the floor as you noticed more and more of the women now wearing their heels and figured that you rather risk being sat on than stood on with another pair of spike heels.
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