Having met a few weeks ago and really hit it off, Maddy and
Sayame decided to meet up at the local gym for some cardio. Running along at a
good clip, Maddy finally calls it quits after the 9th mile, meanwhile Sayame is
still basically sprinting into the 12th.
“What? Is that all ya got?” Sayame says with a smile,
sucking air between breaths.
“Yeah yeah yeah, well you don’t have a worm stuck
under your feet distracting you,” Maddy snaps back.
Slowing down to a walk, Sayame steps off the treadmill,
wiping the sweat from her brow with her towel. “Oh? We let’s see it then~”
“Huh? Well, sure.” Maddy struggles to take off her
sneaker, the shoe held tightly to her foot till it slips off with a sickly pop.
Tossing the shoes aside, the hot steam rising like a smog up from its mouth.
And sitting down with her feet outstretched, Sayame could see one, green haired
tiny, fruitlessly sucking the sweat from the drenched, hole ridden socks.
“See? She’s completely addicted to my feet, enjoying
herself in there all week I’m sure,” Maddy says with a smile on her face.
Reaching down and plucking her from the threads of the sock, the tiny Christy
whines and complains, desperately reaching out towards the foot. “Here, you
want her for a bit?”
“Are ya sure?” Sayame cocks her head.
“Yeah, yeah, she’ll love it! Here, hold your sneaker
up,” Maddy shakes Christy by her sweat soaked shirt.
Sayame pulls her shoe off, the similar musk rising from it
as Maddy’s and brings it up in front of her, nose curling at the smell of the
day’s effort. And with that, Maddy tosses Christy through the air, sinking her
right into the mouth of Sayame’s workout shoe, the visible steam swirling as
her body passes through.
Flopping on to the broken insole, the heat and smell
absolutely oppressive, and with the tilt of the shoe, she slides down the moist
fabric like a waterslide down into the depths of the shoe, becoming tangled up
in the lint dug up by Sayame’s toes through the years. As Sayame and Maddy
chitchat for a bit, Christy was intoxicated by the musty atmosphere, driven by
need to lap at the shallow puddles of sweat sitting the pits ground into the
insole.
“Are you sure I can keep her for the weekend?” Sayame
peering into the darkness of the shoe, just barely making out Christy shaking
against the insole.
“Yeah…just make sure you bring her back on Monday,”
Maddy's expression goes serious, staring right into Sayame’s eyes.
“Of course, of course, I would never let anything
happen, I can tell she’s important to you.” Sayame sets the shoe back to the
ground, bringing her foot up to the sneaker, her toes wiggling as they snake
in. As they pass over Christy, they curl, snatching her up and smothering her
in the damp cotton of the black socks, the toes kneading and prodding her body.
Lacing up the shoe and sealing it tight, Christy was once again stuck under the
arch of her toes, the sweaty aura dripping around her.
Sayame and Maddy left the gym going their separate ways,
Sayame thinking of all the ways to enjoy Christy’s worship through the weekend.