Rebecca, the now gigantic, girlfriend of James, sat on the couch, watching a little TV, with her feet up on the coffee table. She was flipping through the channels, because as per usual, she was very indecisive, and there was hardly anything good on TV. Normally, this would be her and James’ movie night, but due to the fact that he wasn’t here, and she needed to make up for slacking on her exercise, she decided to forgo it. She was certain that he wouldn’t mind missing out on a chick flick, and honestly, as much as those were her kinds of movies, she wasn’t exactly in a movie mood. Not to mention the fact that the popcorn was so fattening. If she ate too much, she’d undo all of her hard work.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Becca, James was still trapped in the middle of a glob of toejam. Before this incident, James was rather neutral towards feet, not liking them, but not disliking them. But now, he felt a sort of disgust that’s very hard to describe. Like, just the mere thought of his situation made him want to throw up. Everything was bad around him, from the sweat, to the goop, to the specks of dirt flecked throughout. It all made him want to gag, but he was careful not to open his mouth, as the last thing he wanted, was to have to swallow some toejam. It was bad enough that he had to breathe through his nose, giving him a good whiff of the stuff. He couldn’t, and quite frankly, didn’t want to imagine what her toejam would taste like.

Struggling around, for what felt like an eternity, James still got no closer to escaping his sticky prison. He had somewhat learned how to swim in it, but as for getting out, his limbs were stuck, and they wouldn’t make it out, ending up sucked back inside. It had been about a half an hour of Becca at the couch, when James finally made his mistake. He couldn’t help it anymore, everything becoming too unbearable, that he had to cough. And when he coughed, he immediately got a mouthful of toejam. And just as he suspected, it tasted absolutely awful. Not to mention, even when he begrudgingly swallowed, it left a rather nasty aftertaste. But then, James got a terrible idea… He could eat his way out of the toejam… He shuddered to think this, but right now, unless Becca happened to notice him, he wouldn’t be freed so easily from his prison.

Having watched TV for nearly half an hour, Becca decided that she was satisfied with her relaxation time, and she needed to go work out. It felt like a lot of effort, but Becca was only going to get chubbier if she neglected her exercise. Unfortunately, she had a slow metabolism, making it hard for her to keep weight off, but considering this, it was obvious she worked out a lot, and hard. She didn’t necessarily have muscles, but her legs were slender, and her slightly chubby belly wasn’t a big chubby belly. And even though she knew James loved her, she feared losing him if she got fat. She thought he probably wouldn’t care, but she wasn’t one to take risks. She was the kind of person that wanted to make absolutely sure that her man wasn’t going anywhere. So Becca got up off the couch, and made her way towards her bedroom, so she could get ready.

Of course, just as James had his brilliantly awful idea, something had to interrupt him. This being his girlfriend moving her feet to the floor, and standing up. The sudden gust of air was almost enough to dislodge him. Almost… But luck was not on James’ side, as she began making her way towards her bedroom. He assumed Becca was just going to take a nap, which he would’ve actually been thankful for, as he would’ve had time to gather his bearings. But, of course, life couldn’t be so easy… He watched, not being able to see much, but he could tell she wasn’t laying down, as he felt her sit down on the bed. And his eyes filled with horror, as he knew what came next.

Becca sat down on her bed, looking around her small room. She had a dresser for her clothes, and other items, and a closet to store her shirts and shoes. Other than that, all she had was a CRT TV, and a bed. But, for now, this would be fine. She didn’t need much, as she wasn’t exactly a materialistic person. True, she had some precious heirlooms she kept, such as her grandmother’s locket, but aside from those things, she didn’t have much. In fact, she only had 5 pairs of shoes, which for a girl her age, that’s hardly anything… Reaching down on her bed, she grabbed her pair of black, knee high socks, and began to unball them. Then, she pulled them on, starting with her left foot, before doing her right.

James, being on her right foot, could only watch in fear as his girlfriend’s gargantuan left foot lifted into the air, disappearing into the fabric of the sock. He then felt the ground quake as her left foot landed back on the ground. And then, it happened… James felt the weightlessness he had previously experienced when she was walking, only it lasted a lot longer, and it filled him with much more dread than one simple step could. Looking down, he saw the gaping opening, and he began struggling, squirming, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he’d get lucky, and he’d be freed from this torture. But of course that wasn’t the case, and merely a moment later, he was plunged with her foot, into the darkness that was her sock. At least they were clean… for now…

Wiggling her toes in her socks, she took a second to admire the warmth they providing her legs and feet. Not that it was particularly cold in their apartment, but there was always that absence of warmth when you went barefoot. Becca loved going barefoot, but she wasn’t a big fan of being cold, so she always had this dilemma. But now, she was satisfied, and she could stand wearing socks for a couple hours, which is about how long it would take for her to work out. Not to mention, if James didn’t get home, or let her know what was going on soon, she probably go out to eat after working out, just so she didn’t starve waiting for him. After all, as she always would say, “A girl’s got to eat.”

Returning her thoughts to the task at hand, she grabbed her old pair of tennis shoes. They were actually really smelly, and worn, but she didn’t bother getting new ones. They were comfortable, and it wasn’t like anybody was going to smell her shoes. At least… she hoped not. Although, if James did have a foot fetish, she wouldn’t be upset, and she’d probably indulge him. But still, she hoped he didn’t, just because she had no clue how she’d even handle it, in a matter of helping him enjoy himself… She shook her head, once again regaining focus, as she began to put her shoes on, left to right once again. Once they were firmly in place, she began to tie up the laces, making sure everything was tight.. Satisfied, Becca began walking towards the exit, ready to hit the gym.

Poor James wasn’t satisfied, as his life went from bad to worse. Having already been trapped in the darkness of the sock, any light that managed to find it’s way through was gone, as her foot entered the shoe, sealing him in a tomb. The wiggling she had done previously had managed to knock James loose, so he laid on the floor of the sock, looking up at the five gigantic toes that had trapped him, but only moments before. His thankfulness for being free only lasted a moment, as the smell of her shoe seeped in through the sock, and he began to cough, and gag. He could barely breathe, the smell being intensified, and unable to take anything more, James passed out.

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It was about 15 minutes later when Rebecca found herself at the gym. It was a small, on campus gym, with only a handful of treadmills and ellipticals. There were also weights in the corner, but Becca wasn’t the kind of girl that enjoyed lifting weights. Not that she exactly enjoyed walking on a treadmill or an elliptical, but at least with those, she could get lost in thoughts, either listening to music, or watching the little TV they had on the machine. And that’s exactly what she’d do, as she made her way over to the treadmill. There, she pulled out a pair of headphones, and her phone. She hooked up her headphones, putting them in, and she hit a button that was labeled ‘Workout Mix’. It began playing, and Becca began walking on the treadmill, deciding to go for an hour today.

Having been passed out, James didn’t have to endure much torture on the walk to the gym. But when she arrived, he slowly began to come to his senses. It still reeked, but having been in there long enough, his nose got used enough to the smell, that he could at least breathe and function. Looking at his surroundings, he knew that despite what he wished, he hadn’t just woken up from a nightmare. Instead, his nightmare was just about to begin. He pressed himself up against the wall of the sock, as she walked, but he was not prepared for her run. He would occasionally go to the gym with Becca, for moral support, so he knew she liked to run, as opposed to walk, on the treadmill. However, that didn’t make him prepared for the sudden transition. He fell, and found himself laying face up, underneath the ball of her foot.

The next 55 minutes were a piece of cake for Becca, as she had been using the treadmill for a few months now. While they recommend you to push yourself harder each time you work out, Becca wasn’t exactly a big believer of this idea. Instead, her motto was, “If it’s not broke, then it doesn’t need to be fixed.” And so she had a steady routine, and it was slowly making her even slimmer, on top of keeping the weight she was gaining off. So of course, she was satisfied, and she didn’t want to change what she was doing. Besides, if she were to keep doing more, for longer, she’d lose out on time she could be studying or spending with James, and she wasn’t quite thrilled with that thought… Pressing the stop button, Becca slowed down, and got off the machine.