Summer's Jog - Part One - Story Post

One of my gracious supporters has allowed me to share his commissioned story with you folks. It focuses on two characters you may know, Misery and Roxy. In general the story is focused on how sweaty and smelly the girls have become on a hot summers day.

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   It was a hot summers day in the bustling downtown park. Sun sparkled off the bright blue waters of the harbourfront just a block away and the surrounding lush green grass was a vibrant, lively shade. All Roxy saw however was the clear blue sky as she lay on her back, panting on the lawn next to a park bench her best friend sat on.

     Roxy was in her late teens. A punk girl with short dyed pink hair and a cute curvy freckled face. Her gray tank top was soaked through with sweat, making it darker in those wet spots under her arms and especially down her chest. She laid there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. If nothing else she was glad to have chosen her favorite torn jean shorts for today. Anything heavier would have exhausted her even faster.

     “What, was it really too much for you?” the girl she had been out jogging with asked from the bench. Her friend was dressed in a pair of almost spandex shorts with a bright light blue streak up each leg. To Roxy's surprise, the other girl was even in a black tank top that absorbed the hot summer sun. At least to her credit she hadn't smeared her cheeks with the trademark makeup she tended to wear. Even her purple hair was tied back in a pony tail in a vain attempt to try to keep cool.

     Looking over with clear irritation on her face, Roxy glared at her friend, “Miz. It's gotta be like over a hundred degrees out and humid! You picked the worst day to start all this.”

     Her friend Misery stood up and jogged a bit on the spot in her running shoes. The hard packed path beneath her feet puffed with the dust of dried dirt with each footfall. Around her sneakers, drops of sweat fell from the girl above, turning the ground damp before evaporating shortly after. She didn't show it much, but she was perspiring too. The black clothes she wore hid a lot of the moisture coming off her body, and even her white socks bunched up around her ankles looked dry. However inside Misery's shoes, her socks were soaked through and stuck to her feet.

     The punk girl laying on the grass had been watching her friend stomping away with her enthusiastic show of stamina. Instead of joining her, Roxy just licked her lips with a sticky, dry tongue and sighed. Wiggling her toes inside her sneakers, she felt just how soaked her own shoes were. Like usual, Roxy was wearing her shoes barefoot. An old ratty pair of sneakers that had seen her through the last few years. Considering they were always out almost daily in the summer, her sneakers were well worn down.

     “You left Tanya at home didn't you?” Misery asked her exhausted friend, handing over a cold bottle of water with a huge chunk of ice floating in it as she sat down next to the punk girl.

     Eagerly grabbing the bottle, Roxy sat up and began gulping away. After chugging most of the water she wiped her mouth off on her arm. Sitting there a moment Roxy pondered Misery's question and wiggled her toes again. Inside of Roxy's right shoe she felt a familiar squirm from beneath her toes. “Nah, she's still in there. Seems to be moving.”

     “Whoa! You've been jogging all this time with your sister trapped in your shoe? Aren't you worried that you might, y'know, squish her?” Miz asked with some genuine concern. Unlike most of the people that the two girls shrunk, Tanya was special to them. She really was Roxy's sister and the two did care for her. It was like a joke to them since Tanya always daydreamed about being shrunken. Of course, she didn't dream about suffering at Roxy's horribly rank, sweaty feet though.

     Waving her off Roxy explained, “It's fine, it's fine. I have a couple hair ties strapping her in under my toes. She's not going to get underfoot.”

     “Well yeah, but you want to be careful! If she did get loose, you'd have your own sister squashed into the insole of your shoe. Ugh, your shoe! You've really got her trapped in there? She's probably breathless in there with all that sweat and heat! Geeze, I want you to give her a break but I really don't want you to take your shoes off,” commented the goth girl with a laugh.

     Roxy rolled her eyes, “Shut up Miz. You should be used to it by now.”

     “Roxy, nothing can get anyone accustomed to that smell. It's just... pungent! Guh. Like I can take it, and sure I'm used to it. But that doesn't mean I like it. It's... unique. I mean I can taste it in my mouth sometimes just from being around the smell. That isn't right Roxy. Not even Akiko likes it and she lives for feet,” Misery replied with many exaggerated sounds of disgust.

     With a frustrated grumble, Roxy grabbed her right sneaker and pulled it off without unlacing the shoe. It popped free after a brief moment of suction from all the sweat built up inside. She wiggled the toes of her absolutely soaked bare foot and revealed a tiny blonde girl in a blue striped bikini, gasping for her life.

     Miz recoiled and had her mouth and nose covered from the assault of foot stink that was already coming from Roxy's unleashed toes. The poor shrunken sister was covered in much more of Roxy's sweat than her own. Most disgustingly was the tiny girl's matted hair that was soaked through with her sister's perspiration. The odor was already something that often clung to poor Tanya, but it would take weeks of washing to get the stench out of her hair.

     Roxy turned Tanya around so the hair ties were holding her in place still, but she was looking outward from her sister's foot. Her back was nestled into the spongy flesh of Roxy's toes and the fresh air of the outside world was breathing life back into her. A moment later Tanya found herself and Roxy's foot held up toward Misery's face.

     “See? She's fine!” Roxy cradled her foot and smelled it, “That's not so bad. You guys are just wusses.”

     “I repeat,” Miz said through her pinched closed nose, “Akiko doesn't like them. Akiko!”

     The punk girl scoffed, “If she loves feet so much, she should adore when they're good and smelly like mine. Tanya loves it, don't you sis?”

     It dawned on Misery that poor Tanya had just been awkwardly smelled by her sister as she was tied in place under Roxy's toes. She watched as the tiny blonde girl weakly flailed her arms. Clearly Tanya was unhappy but Misery always allowed her best friend this indulgence. Roxy was always teasing and tormenting Tanya with her feet. It was just a hundred times worse now that Tanya could be shrunk to the size of a bug.

     To her absolute delight, Tanya found herself being untied and pulled free from Roxy's grimy feet. She was so happy to be free from that stinking hot prison for awhile. Her back was still covered in tiny particles of Roxy's insole that she had been pressed deeply into. It had become completely drenched in her sister's sweat during her run.

     “Yeah it's time to give her a break. Man, I was just starting to have some fun too,” Roxy muttered, laying her sister down in her open palm and pouring some water out of the bottle over her.

     “We can still have some fun,” Misery said, reaching into the small backpack.

     With a questioning glance, Roxy realized Misery was pulling one of the remotes they used to shrink people. Her eyes trailed up to the goth girl's face who just pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her. Behind Roxy, a guy was laying on a blanket in the grass. At first Misery hadn't thought much of it but after awhile she realized that something was odd about his backpack. A large circle seemed to be cut into the side and she'd caught the glint of glass from it.

     “There's a pervert behind you taking candid photos of us,” Miz informed her friend.

     Roxy gave a perplexed expression, “What? Really? I'm soaked and look terrible. Is that a fetish now?”

     “I don't know what's on his mind but I intend to find out,” Misery rose to her feet and began striding through the grass toward him.

     As she approached, the guy struggled to start packing up his stuff into the backpack. He even got up and started to walk away without even taking his blanket with him.

     “Oh no you don't,” Miz called out as she pointed the remote at her. In general this was very bad practice being so out in public, but it didn't seem like anyone was really around this section of the park. The beam of light shot from the remote and hit the guy square in his back. It didn't cause him to, but he instead stumbled from the reaction it caused in his body. Moments later he was dwindling down, clothing and all as he became smaller and shrunk into the grass.

     It didn't take long before the two towering teens were looming over his now tiny form. “Whatcha up to little guy?” Roxy began, “Like what you see? Maybe you'd like to get a closer look!”

     Misery reached down and grabbed him up in her free hand. Seeing her beautiful palm descending from the sky was a stunning sight, but the guy was too terrified to enjoy her soft flesh wrapping around his shrunken body. Both girl's walked back to his blanket with their prize and sat down on it's fuzzy surface.

     “So, you've got one chance her little guy,” Misery explained, “Either you tell us exactly what you were up to with that camera in your backpack, or we're going to torment you in a way you'd never imagine.”