Summer's Jog - Part Three - Story Post

It's time for Misery and Roxy to grow! Both girls end up accidentally becoming Giantesses! That doesn't stop their horrible sweaty and smelly fun though as they move on to more people in the park.

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  Another bolt of light shot from the remote and a faint glow burst and faded from around the tiny man. As he began to return to normal height though, Roxy dropped him from her hands onto the blanket and scrambled back away from him, almost crushing him under her stinky bare feet.

   “Misery! You hit me too! I can feel it!” Roxy gasped.

   It was true. The pink haired girl was getting bigger and bigger by the moment. Misery fought with the remote furiously but that last blast had used up so much of it's power. The device after all was just a more advanced prototype that Amanda had given to them to have fun with. In frustration, the goth girl began pounding the remote with her fist, each hit making some sort of failing computer noises. Finally it crackled all around with the same blue energy that normally fired from it.

   Crying out in surprise, Misery dropped the device and watched it's power light slowly fade to black. “What the hell was that?” she gasped as she realized she was also growing. Both girls looked nervously at each other as they stood up and stumbled around. Trying to get used to each new couple of feet they'd grown.

   Meanwhile, Kyle had returned to his normal height and was standing at the ever growing feet of Roxy, and the running shoes the goth girl was wearing. As they continued their assent toward the sky, he took a few steps back to avoid accidentally being stepped on by either girl.

   To his surprise, Misery did actually look down at him. Raising her foot high in the air she growled, “This is all your fault you stupid pest! Wait, no, that's far too good for you! Like feet so much? You can be crushed under mine!”

   Having finally stopped growing, the goth girl sat down and began slowly unlacing her shoes. Kyle didn't know what to make of it as each bridge cable sized lace was undone and dropped with a dull thud on the ground below. Wiggling the toe section of her shoe, Misery slowly removed her right foot and set the massive runner off to the side. A moment later a damp sock with five toes snuggly fit into the end was landing before him, shaking the earth slightly.

   He hadn't noticed any smell from the goth girl at regular size besides some slight body odour from her after their long run. Now he could tell there was a humid fragrance emanating from between her sweat soaked socks and cute plump toes as well. It wasn't an unpleasant scent as most would have found the punk girl's feet to be. If anything, it was actually quite enticing.

   Kyle watching in awe as Misery raised her ankle up and rested her socked foot on her opposite knee. Staring down at him with a glint in her eyes she waved her foot lightly before slowly beginning to pull her sock free. With how wet and sticky it had become, it struggled along her rubbery skin as the giantess tugged it along. First her bare heel being revealed, then along her beautiful foot to her toes. Her black nail polish still glimmered in the sunlight despite how dark it was. Wiggling them eagerly, Misery plapped her foot back down in the cool grass and reached down toward her other foot.

   Again she unlaced her shoe, casually letting the massive laces slam to the ground. Kyle gulped as he realized they would probably to significant damage if one fell upon him. Lifting her heel, her shoe made a slight shuffle sound as her other damp sock popped free from the runners opening. Holding in there for a moment, Misery rolled her sock down her ankle, exposing her bare flesh as she smiled at Kyle.

   Pulling the laces a bit looser she slid her foot further back until the damp toes of her sock rested upon the back of her shoe. Casually she grabbed it with her toes and moved the huge sneaker off to one side. This time she placed her foot right down on the ground and raised the ball of her foot so Kyle could see the dirty, sweat soaked underside of her sock. The smell doubled as she spread her toes, airing them out and letting the aroma of her stinking socks permeate the air.

   Ever so slowly, Misery's bare heel was revealed on this foot as well as she continued to roll her sock down. Balling up the cottony white material that was strong with the smell of her foot. Her wrinkled sole was both waves of flesh from her scrunched toes that anticipated the removal of her sock and from all the moisture that had creased her skin since leaving home. Finally the sock was pulled free and her other massive toes were revealed in all their stinky glory. Spreading them eagerly, Kyle covered his face as the scent of sweat and toe jam wafted outward away from the massive girl's feet.

   He forgot about the horrible stench that would have only been a mild annoyance had the teenage goth girl been regular size and panicked as she raised that pale bare foot high above him. Her sole could be the last thing he'd ever see if she brought it down upon his helpless body.

   “Wait, wait!” he cried out. Kyle was at least able to faintly be heard by them now. It took a moment since as embarrassed as he was to admit it, he liked the smell of Misery's feet. Roxy's were much more powerful, but there was something unique in the air. He may not have noticed the difference if he hadn't become personally acquainted with Roxy's foot just moments before.

   Standing up and keeping her feet on the ground, Misery wiggled her toes in anticipation of pulping poor Kyle underfoot. “What little man?” her voice echoed across the park and off nearby skyscrapers, “Do you think sucking up to me will really save your life? Going to tell me my feet are pretty too?”

   They really were to Kyle, he noted as he stared at the pale bare feet before him. That wasn't going to save him though. What could save him though, he wondered. In a desperate attempt to please the towering girl her ran forward and right between her toes. For all he was worth, Kyle licked the stinking flesh as it covered him in it's humid embrace. Sweat from the girl's feet covered his face and got in his hair. Before long his clothing was damp with the moisture coming off Misery's toe jam. He was both delighted and embarrassed as he humiliated himself before the monster that was sure to crush him alive and delight in his horrible death.

   Kyle felt the moist walls beside him of Misery's toes begin to close inward. He was about to be squished between this teen girl's smelly, filthy toes. A dirty goth chick who probably hadn't bathed in a few days of this hot, horrible summer. He was dizzy with the intense smell of her feet and feeling her warm flesh closing upon him. Any moment now he'd just be more toe jam between her plush toes.

   Then, it stopped. A small giggle came from above and Kyle dared to look up. Misery was actually blushing. He didn't know why but he didn't dare stop doing what he was doing. The enormous girl he was between the toes of was staring right down at him and biting her thumb as she enjoyed the sensation of Kyle worshiping her toes. Between some soft moaning sounds that her friend Roxy probably didn't even hear, she tried to keep her delight in Kyle's interaction as private as she could for a giantess that was pushing twenty five stories tall.

   “Okay get out of there. You can cheer us on. Just keep out from underfoot,” Misery casually told Kyle with a wave of her hand. He wasn't sure if it was for his own efforts, or because she was really enjoying having her feet played with. Even if he was so tiny compared to her.

   Both of the grubby teens, soaked in sweat from their jog, turned toward the other side of the park. A few steps away to them now was a festival going on that Roxy and Misery had just ignored on their run. Now, they were a huge mass of people who had only began to realize these two titanic girls were standing in the distance.

   Their footsteps sounded like far off thunder as both of the giantesses walked toward the crowd. In the meantime a few unfortunates found themselves trampled by an uncaring massive footfall. The bare feet of these giant girls stamped along toward their real goal, tormenting all those people there.

   Roxy took up the far side of the festival, wiggling her toes eagerly and delighting in those who coughed at their stench at such a close range. She had the same idea as Misery. They were both sweat soaked and tired from so much running. What would be really fun would be to use their bodies to torture all those people below. Yet, having a bit of extra fun couldn't hurt.

   Misery straddled over a section of the crowd with her beautiful legs stretching up into the sky on either side. The goth girl's bare feet were planted on either side of the group below her swaying hips. On her face was a look of shy lust with her eyes half closed and eager for what was to come. They couldn't guess what she was planning.

   Taking small steps inward, Misery herded the people between her feet. They were slick with sweat and rubbery to the touch so most people just huddled together between them. Looking nervously up at the cavernous arches of the goth girl, and the occasionally person crushed without mercy as they tried to squirm free between her toes, most people stayed put.

   Panic set in as Misery leaning back and laughed, taking up her tank top hem in her hands. With a very casual twist of her fists she wrung the sweat out of her shirt and let it fall hundreds of feet to the ground. Some people were immediately killed as the liquid landed on top of them at maximum velocity. Those were the lucky ones.

   Misery had tucked her feet in so close that the area between them had become a lake. Struggling in the teenagers sweat, many people found themselves helplessly slipping below, never to surface. Others who dared to attempt escape were casually smushed up by the giant girl's toes. She was sadistically watching them drown and laughing at their torment as if she was playing with some bugs at her feet. They didn't stand a chance as even the fittest among them couldn't keep treading in her tank top sweat. With her captives all drown, Misery parted her feet, heels still touching, and let the lake of sweat disperse out into the crowd, knocking those down who had been trying to run from her stinky toes.

   “Aww Mis, that's wicked!” Roxy commented. She had come to embrace her friends twisted ways. After all, Roxy often ate tiny people and couldn't consider herself to be an innocent bystander anymore. Let along the torment she was about to inflict at those before her horrible smelling feet.

   Raising a foot up in the air, the pink haired punk girl brought one wrinkled wet sole down upon a small group of people. They struggled under the foul smelling flesh that was a mix of intense foot odour and the scent of shoe material that had been soaked in sweat. Under her bare sole they were held until finally Roxy pressed down slowly. The cracking squelch that could be heard from under her foot was loud enough for the screaming masses to take note of.