Katie had temporarily zoned out when the enormous warm, damp mass pressed against her shifted suddenly after an extended pause. That mass was Priya’s left butt cheek. Moments ago, Priya had finished taking a shower and was currently wrapped in a towel, air-drying off, as she kneeled at her bedside. Scrolling through Facebook on her laptop situated on her bed, a random meme made her laugh and lose her balance slightly.
Katie wanted nothing more than to lose consciousness, hopefully forever, but any random move or twitch by Priya’s foot made it impossible. It was not possible to fall asleep, only zone out. Even when Priya slept, Katie would be shifted back to alertness with even those most subtle shifting. Now, here was her host’s giant ass cheek, slowly caressing the soles of her feet as she rocked back and forth. Having just cleaned herself, the smell was relatively pleasant, though the fresh soapy water smell was quickly giving away to clammy foot odor and musk as the temperature between Priya’s sole and ass increased from being pressed together.
Suddenly the pressure from the ass cheek lifted away, peeling from the sole like a band-aid. Katie felt her entire “body” sting from the pain while simultaneously getting hit from a blast of cold air. She watched as her ass lifted higher and higher away, forming into a nice, full bubble-like form. Katie recalled getting teased from time to time for being “too skinny” and having no ass. Priya’s, however, looked perfect. It wiggled back and forth a bit as Priya stretched her arms upward and yawned. Upon releasing tension in her body, Priya slumped back down to the ground, causing her ass to smack hard onto her feet. Katie sobbed, mentally. She could tell that Priya was thinking about her existence and mocking her
Priya rose once more and got on her feet, flipping Katie over and slamming her down into the bedroom carpet. Allowing her damp towels to fall to the floor, she stepped on them and wiggled her feet about, drying them off one last time before getting dressed. The soapy, musky wetness of the towel filled Katie’s sense of taste. Once satisfied, Priya kicked towels away with her Katie-foot. Then, she walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of sexy, lacy underwear. This was a Tinder date, and, well, typically this meant a fun one-night stand, and she wanted to be prepared and look sexy. Katie saw the black lacy underwear slip around her and up, out of sight. Priya continued to stumble around her room until she was fully dressed – a black crop top sporting ample cleavage and a frayed denim jacket over it, tight-fitting shorts that hugged her shapely ass, and… hmm, what shoes would go good with this?
Visually searching through her giant wall of shoes, Priya was unsatisfied. None of these will do. She needed something sexy and commanding. Like leather boots. Amara had leather boots. Her feet were a bit bigger than Priya’s, but they would still work. She walked over to Amara’s bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Hey, you home?” No answer. She slowly opened the door – the room was empty. She’s not here. “I’m sure she won’t mind if I borrow her boots”, Priya said to herself. The leather boots were next to her bed, presumably having been worn recently. She picked one up to examine it. These were boots that went up to the knee, but luckily both sisters were about the same height. Flipping one over, she noted the size – 11. Priya wore a size 9. She lifted her right foot up and pressed it against the sole of the boot. The dirt and grime from the sole scraped against Katie as the cold hard leather chilled her “body.” “Hmm.” The shoe extended only about an inch and a half past the end of Priya’s toes. The decision was made, these would work just fine. Priya sat on her sister’s bed and prepared to insert her left leg into the left boot. While unzipping the long leather legging, a strong stench of foot odor wafted out of the shoe.
“Ooof… Amara. Wow.”, Priya said aloud, wrinkling her nose. She then giggled and thought about her “unwilling companion”. If Priya found it bad, she must be wishing for death!
Oh, like yours are so great, you spoiled bitch., thought Katie.
Priya slipped both her feet into the boots. She pondered on whether she should wear some sort of socks, but decided against it, as she kind of enjoyed the feeling of her feet building up sweat in hot shoes. Plus, these shoes already reeked. Amara wouldn’t care. Katie descended, down, into the right boot. Sealed into total darkness once again, Katie instantly noticed that the insoles of these boots were very hard and smooth, like solid plastic. Much more uncomfortable than anything Priya had worn thus far. The powerful stench of the shoe’s existing foot odor filled Katie’s senses – it too was stronger than anything Priya had emitted. Katie wanted to gag and wretch, but instead discovered the scent had an opposite effect. It seems through weeks and weeks of being Priya’s foot, the strong smell of foot odor – especially someone else’s, was inexplicably turning her on. Not that she had any way of relieving herself if she wanted to.
“No! No… not this. What is wrong with me? Isn’t this situation agonizing enough??”, Katie thought.
The heat inside the leather boot built up within seconds and Priya’s feet were responding fast. Already, beads of sweat were forming all over her sole. A large bead formed from the area of what would be Katie’s mouth, giving her an immensely potent taste of sweat and foot odor. Priya had not even stood up yet. The sweat was already forming a slippery layer around the surface of the boot’s insole. Priya rose to her feet and began walking. Due to the slipperiness and the fact that the boots were too big, Katie was scraped, back and forth across the insole, splashing through the pools of sweat and harshly smacking back down as the hard surface offered no give. It felt like being painfully fucked with every step.
Priya got in her Mercedes and headed downtown to meet her Tinder date. They had agreed to go clubbing together. It was going to be a long night.