"You know what..." Keke began. Sumire didn't turn around, she was still sulking.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you...! You want to see what a real bitch can look like? Fine! You get what you asked for!" Keke spat her tongue out childishly. Sumire still ignored her.
Welling up with rage, Keke looked for something around her room to get Sumire singing a different tune. It's not like she wanted to hurt Sumire, if only she could make her understand how much she cared...!
Keke's eyes landed at down at her feet. They were sore from a long day at school. Skipping a full shower this morning and opting to only wash her hair, they were rather smelly, and her sweat had fully seeped into her black socks.
A devious smirk grew on the Chinese girl's face as she reached down and popped her socks off. Each exposed foot was drenched in slick sweat. She wiggled her toes to feel the nice cool air between her linty toes. The pair of socks between her fingers were equally if not more tainted with her sweaty secretions and funky foot odor. It was possible she had worn these socks the past three or four days of school, but she couldn't exactly remember. That included idol practice as well. They were admittedly horrid, and Keke knew this.
Luckily, this was the perfect way for her to get Sumire to realize what her position was.
"Once she's had enough she'll be overjoyed to be away from these smelly things and safe with me!"
Walking over to the glass jar where her friend sat turned away and pouting, Keke casually released her wretched worn socks inside and put a thin lid over the container. Sumire was sealed in with Keke's nasty, dirty socks.
Sumire didn't want to look at her supposed friend anymore, this whole situation upset her. And more than anything, it made her sad. Why was she being put through this? Before long, her sky was covered in darkness, and something rained down from above. A massive blanket of fabric fell onto her, pinning her underneath like a heavy tarp.
Putting her hand against the dark fabric to get it off of her, she was morbidly surprised when it secreted a smelly, salty brine!
"What the... ugh!! Yuck! What the fuck!?" Sumire cried out.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Watch your mouth, Miss Show Business. An idol shouldn't be talking like that~" Keke teased, now walking away back to her bed.
Sumire felt around the fabric some more before realizing what Keke had just done.
"Are these... her fucking dirty socks!?" the blonde shrinkee gasped in horror.
Indeed, Sumire, in an attempt to get the mass of smelly foot fabric off of her, had been covered in Keke's sweat. Her clothes were drenched, her hair was ruined, and her eyes stung.
The glass jar's little air was quickly contaminated with a cheesy odor. Not a single breath of fresh oxygen remained, it was all replaced with the fumes of her giantess friend's nasty soles.
Sumire gagged, accidentally getting a mouthful of sock fibers after a failed attempt to remove it off her. Keke's dirty socks had officially been inside her mouth.
"Keke! Keke! I'm sorry okay!? Get this stuff off me! This is really mean! And gross! Keke, help me!" the girl cried out, looking over at her friend casually laying in bed reading an idol magazine with Sunny Passion on the cover.
"Fuck, she's so gonna get it when I'm out of here..."
After multiple attempts, Sumire was finally able to crawl out from underneath the giant pair of soiled socks. Her skin felt itchy and irritated, and her mouth was dry. Apart from all the air becoming a gunky smog, it was humid as hell too.
Sumire stood up and patted herself down. She was drenched in sweat that didn't even belong to her, and now she couldn't even be left alone in peace. She was stuck in the same prison as a pair of socks more than ten times her size. The once pompous girl stared at the speckles of dirt littering the black socks. These "specks" were now like large rocks to Sumire, which made her feel even smaller.
She basically was nothing more than sock lint at this point. Surely Keke wouldn't make her stay like this for long. Worst case scenario would be Keke forcing her to sleep with them all night.
"Actually, scratch that, worst case scenario would be her putting her socks back on with me in them," she shuddered.
The galaxy girl looked down at her own body. Sure, she hadn't showered all day either, but there was no way her feet smelled this bad, right? Her trademark white thigh high stockings were never this tainted at the very least. And she most certainly would never torture someone by making them smell her body odor!
Looking back at the legwear, the thought of what laid inside Keke's socks terrified the poor shrunken girl. She imagined a dark cave with specks of dirt and toejam sticking out of the walls like gemstones. Somehow this absurdly morbid thought got Sumire to laugh, slightly.
This whole situation was ridiculous. She'd just have to wait until Keke decided what else to do with her. Until then, she'd calm down, and focus on anything but these horridly smelly weapons that she was confined with.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you...! You want to see what a real bitch can look like? Fine! You get what you asked for!" Keke spat her tongue out childishly. Sumire still ignored her.
Welling up with rage, Keke looked for something around her room to get Sumire singing a different tune. It's not like she wanted to hurt Sumire, if only she could make her understand how much she cared...!
Keke's eyes landed at down at her feet. They were sore from a long day at school. Skipping a full shower this morning and opting to only wash her hair, they were rather smelly, and her sweat had fully seeped into her black socks.
A devious smirk grew on the Chinese girl's face as she reached down and popped her socks off. Each exposed foot was drenched in slick sweat. She wiggled her toes to feel the nice cool air between her linty toes. The pair of socks between her fingers were equally if not more tainted with her sweaty secretions and funky foot odor. It was possible she had worn these socks the past three or four days of school, but she couldn't exactly remember. That included idol practice as well. They were admittedly horrid, and Keke knew this.
Luckily, this was the perfect way for her to get Sumire to realize what her position was.
"Once she's had enough she'll be overjoyed to be away from these smelly things and safe with me!"
Walking over to the glass jar where her friend sat turned away and pouting, Keke casually released her wretched worn socks inside and put a thin lid over the container. Sumire was sealed in with Keke's nasty, dirty socks.
Sumire didn't want to look at her supposed friend anymore, this whole situation upset her. And more than anything, it made her sad. Why was she being put through this? Before long, her sky was covered in darkness, and something rained down from above. A massive blanket of fabric fell onto her, pinning her underneath like a heavy tarp.
Putting her hand against the dark fabric to get it off of her, she was morbidly surprised when it secreted a smelly, salty brine!
"What the... ugh!! Yuck! What the fuck!?" Sumire cried out.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Watch your mouth, Miss Show Business. An idol shouldn't be talking like that~" Keke teased, now walking away back to her bed.
Sumire felt around the fabric some more before realizing what Keke had just done.
"Are these... her fucking dirty socks!?" the blonde shrinkee gasped in horror.
Indeed, Sumire, in an attempt to get the mass of smelly foot fabric off of her, had been covered in Keke's sweat. Her clothes were drenched, her hair was ruined, and her eyes stung.
The glass jar's little air was quickly contaminated with a cheesy odor. Not a single breath of fresh oxygen remained, it was all replaced with the fumes of her giantess friend's nasty soles.
Sumire gagged, accidentally getting a mouthful of sock fibers after a failed attempt to remove it off her. Keke's dirty socks had officially been inside her mouth.
"Keke! Keke! I'm sorry okay!? Get this stuff off me! This is really mean! And gross! Keke, help me!" the girl cried out, looking over at her friend casually laying in bed reading an idol magazine with Sunny Passion on the cover.
"Fuck, she's so gonna get it when I'm out of here..."
After multiple attempts, Sumire was finally able to crawl out from underneath the giant pair of soiled socks. Her skin felt itchy and irritated, and her mouth was dry. Apart from all the air becoming a gunky smog, it was humid as hell too.
Sumire stood up and patted herself down. She was drenched in sweat that didn't even belong to her, and now she couldn't even be left alone in peace. She was stuck in the same prison as a pair of socks more than ten times her size. The once pompous girl stared at the speckles of dirt littering the black socks. These "specks" were now like large rocks to Sumire, which made her feel even smaller.
She basically was nothing more than sock lint at this point. Surely Keke wouldn't make her stay like this for long. Worst case scenario would be Keke forcing her to sleep with them all night.
"Actually, scratch that, worst case scenario would be her putting her socks back on with me in them," she shuddered.
The galaxy girl looked down at her own body. Sure, she hadn't showered all day either, but there was no way her feet smelled this bad, right? Her trademark white thigh high stockings were never this tainted at the very least. And she most certainly would never torture someone by making them smell her body odor!
Looking back at the legwear, the thought of what laid inside Keke's socks terrified the poor shrunken girl. She imagined a dark cave with specks of dirt and toejam sticking out of the walls like gemstones. Somehow this absurdly morbid thought got Sumire to laugh, slightly.
This whole situation was ridiculous. She'd just have to wait until Keke decided what else to do with her. Until then, she'd calm down, and focus on anything but these horridly smelly weapons that she was confined with.
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June 1, 2023
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