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As you both stared up at the titanic toxic trainer you felt a knot tying in your stomach, and noth just from the absolutly haniously putrid scent that oozed from each and every pore of her normally tiny feet. It was because those biohazard that dropped sweat that smelled downright poisonous were now to be your whole world.

It was your own fault of course. Being told that you can challenge a gym leader two versus one is an offer that's admitedly hard to turn down, even if the penalty for losing WAS to kick Roxie's feet clean. You had no idea she would be so powerful, or that a quick use of minimize and a baton pass to you would soon turn the very air you breathed into an almost liquid swamp of fetid foot stench.

It was only as the feet began to close in on you both that you realized the severity of your situation. Each creeping centimeter forcing the air to get thicker and thicker until you could practically slurp pure foot stench. And she intended to make you both kick them clean. At your size, whatever you cleaned would be dirty again in an hour.

As you heard her chuckle, and slowly felt your limbs succumb to the scorching hot and waterlogged soles of her feet, squished deep into her foot until it felt you were in a foot sweat filled tomb from hell, you knew you would never truly be done. That you and your new slave friend would be licking away at sweat, filth, and grime until the end of your days.

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footfetishbooru.booru.org/inde…

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As you both stared up at the titanic toxic trainer you felt a knot tying in your stomach, and noth just from the absolutly haniously putrid scent that oozed from each and every pore of her normally tiny feet. It was because those biohazard that dropped sweat that smelled downright poisonous were now to be your whole world.

It was your own fault of course. Being told that you can challenge a gym leader two versus one is an offer that's admitedly hard to turn down, even if the penalty for losing WAS to kick Roxie's feet clean. You had no idea she would be so powerful, or that a quick use of minimize and a baton pass to you would soon turn the very air you breathed into an almost liquid swamp of fetid foot stench.

It was only as the feet began to close in on you both that you realized the severity of your situation. Each creeping centimeter forcing the air to get thicker and thicker until you could practically slurp pure foot stench. And she intended to make you both kick them clean. At your size, whatever you cleaned would be dirty again in an hour.

As you heard her chuckle, and slowly felt your limbs succumb to the scorching hot and waterlogged soles of her feet, squished deep into her foot until it felt you were in a foot sweat filled tomb from hell, you knew you would never truly be done. That you and your new slave friend would be licking away at sweat, filth, and grime until the end of your days.