Clay Human

The Gym II : Treadmill

Youlay limp, your body exhausted from succumbing to its reflexes -coughing, reeling and spitting out the liquids you were submerged in,only for them to fill your lungs again. You barely registered thefootsteps until they stopped next to you. "Jeez, they did a numberon you." Lucy's voice pulled you from your limbo and you felt herfingers peeling you off the floor, lifting you out of the liquids andflipping you over. The fluorescent ceiling lights blinded you for amoment. "Ugh, you're all wet." Lucy noticed, then recoiled whenthe smell hit her nostrils. "Wait, that smells like ... oh god, areyou okay?!" You felt her shaking you, trying to get a response fromyou. Though it was hard, you managed to make a noise, trying to showher you were fine, if rather dazed. She sighed in relief. "Sorry, Iknow nothing can happen to you like this ... but it's hard not toworry when you look ... like this." You felt her standing up andapproaching the sink, grabbing paper towels and bunching them upbefore using them to absorb most of the liquids you were covered in.You simply hung loose, enjoying the gentle manner in which yourgirlfriend cleaned you up.

When you were dried off Lucycarried you into the changing room and sat down by her bag. "I hopeI didn't go to far again ... I really didn't watch my feet when Istepped on you with my shoes earlier." she said quietly, so thatthe girls in the other room wouldn't hear. You smiled at that,remembering the countless shoes you had been stampeded beneath.Lucy's trampling was a faint memory in comparison. You did tell herabout the other group that also happened to use you as a bathroomrug. "Wait, really?! Oh ... I even saw them leave when we came touse the equipment, but ... shit, I should have realized they'd useyou, too. I'm so sorry, babe." Your body hadrecovered enough that you could shake your head and tell her that itwas just unexpected, but you had your fun. "Still, it wasn't partof the plan." Lucy insisted. "And your safety is myresponsibility. I mean ... I don't want to think about what theycould have done to you." You assured her that it wasn't her faultand that you were fine. She didn't fully believe you. "Well,alright." she said finally. "But we're not gonna do the rest ofthe plan. You need to rest." Part of you wanted to protest, thepart that enjoyed every second you had spent beneath the girls'careless feet and shoes, relishing the feeling of insignificance theygave you with their indifferent footsteps, crushing your face, yourbody, your balls, feeling a strange arousal at having to drink theirfoot sweat and the urine from their soles. The other part, however,felt the exhaustion all throughout your body and took Lucy's wordsas the voice of reason. So, knowing she was right, and lacking thestrength to argue with her, you agreed with your girlfriend. Shesmiled faintly. "Good, you can wait in my bag until we're done.It shouldn't be much longer, I promise." Lucy then lowered youinto her bag which was empty except for you. She looked at you inthere, thinking. "I'm a little worried someone might spot you inthere." she thought for a moment, then leaned down, doing somethingat her feet, lifting one leg, reaching down, and after a short whileshe lowered her sweaty black sock into the bag with you. "You canhide in there." she said and smirked. "Sorry for the smell ...though I doubt you mind." Slipping her bare foot back into herrunning shoe she stood up, smiled at you once more and then left theroom. Left with her worn workout sock in her bag, you shrank yourselfdown far enough that you could fit into her sock fairly easily. Afterall you had smelled and drunk today, feeling the damp warmth andinhaling the smell of Lucy's foot and sweat felt like breathing incrisp fresh mountain air by comparison.

For a good while youdid as Lucy had asked of you, resting inside her sock, your noseburied in the damp cotton, your tongue lazily licking her sweat outof it. But as time went on, as your lungs filled with Lucy's footsmell over and over and you tasted her foot sweat on your tongue, youbegan to recall the rest of the plan you and Lucy had made for theday. Increasingly you felt the temptation to go through with it afterall. You imagined what it would be like, and those thoughts wouldn'tleave your mind. So eventually you emerged from her sock and grew toa size that allowed you to climb out of her bag. Dropping onto thebench you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the gym bags,street clothes and shoes scattered around the room. On the floorbelow you saw the shoes of the various girls - Lucy's and Chloe'sflip flops, Mia's flat thong sandals and Elena's well wornConverse sneakers. You were impressed, but not surprised that Elenawas wearing them even during the current heatwave. Indeed, yoususpected that the one distinct and overpowering scent you picked upbetween the general air of sweat was likely emanating from Elena'sshoes. You couldn't imagine how hard it would be to breathe insideof them. Though since you had never seen Elena's feet - due to heralways wearing shoes or at least socks, as she was insecure about herfeet - you weren't all that interested. Looking down to the floor,you considered the distance you would have to drop. Since you didn'twant to waste time being a mushed lump of clay stuck to the floor,you decided to find something safer to drop onto. Luckily, Lucy'sflip flops seemed an easy target to land on. Indeed, landing on thesoft insole of her left flip flop you only felt some slight mushinghappening in your legs, crippling you for what you suspected to bejust a short while. You spent that time on Lucy's flip flop lickingaway at her insole, tasting some traces of sweat her bare foot hadleft behind. As you regained your mobility, and still tasting thesweat on your tongue, you found yourself looking at the shoes of theother girls. Chloe's white flip flops were the closest, not tomention the most likely to have sweaty insoles. As you stepped ontoher right flip flop, you took a moment to admire the indentations herfoot had walked into the white insole, darkening the colour slightlyin the process. You dropped to your knees in the indent of the ballof her foot, burying your face into the sweaty foam, then you beganto lick vigorously, tasting the familiar sweat from Chloe's foot asit coated your tongue and slid down your throat. You lay down on theinsole, pressing your face against the foam, imagining - to yoursurprise - what it would be like to be worn by Chloe again, hermerciless bare sole pressing down on you, squishing you beneath her,forcing you into the foam of her sweaty flip flop. Still fantasizingyou got back onto your knees and crawled over to the thong, lickingaway at it, tasting her sweat and toe jam residue. Then, as youlooked around, you remembered what you had originally set out for. Soyou got up and made your way towards the other room, in which thegirls were working out. Though, on your way, you couldn't stopyourself from quickly visiting Mia's sandals, tasting each of hertoeprints and giving her thongs the same treatment you had givenChloe's. Even as you passed Elena's Converse, you found yourselfdrawn to the two circular holes in the sides of the shoes, stickingyour nose into them and taking deep breaths, each of which resultedin violent coughing as your lungs processed the absolute concentratedintensity of the air inside her shoes. Never before had you smelledsuch an intense foot stench. You found yourself both put off, butalso aroused by it. You pictured Elena wearing these shoes, andwithout thinking much about it, you slid your head under the liftedfront of her shoe sole, staring at the dusty tread, then licking it,licking the sole of Elena's shoe. Then you heard footsteps.Scrambling you struggled to get out from beneath the shoe, as thefootsteps grew louder. Trying to get to your feet, you stumbled,losing your footing and falling back to the ground face down. Whenyou pushed yourself up, you heard the footsteps closer than theshould be, and from the corner of your eye you saw a black shadowapproaching you. Flipping onto your back you stared up at Mia, hereyes focused on something far above and beyond you, as the black andwhite sole of her running shoe slammed into you and flattened youbeneath it. You immediately regretted that you hadn't grownyourself bigger again, as you found yourself entirely covered by hersole, and as she took the step on you, you felt your clay body onceagain filling out the ridges between her treads, and you got a firsthand taste of all the dust and grime she had walked through. When shethen took the next step, you surmised that fate had acted, as youfound yourself firmly stuck to the bottom of Mia's shoe, with nochoice but to endure every step she took on you thereafter. Mia,meanwhile, grabbed her water bottle from her bag, spun around andheaded back into the equipment room. You noticed the ridges betweenher treads weren't as deep as Lucy's had been, so much of yourskin which couldn't fit into them, was instead flattened under hertreads with each step she took on you, the dust on them forced intoyour mouth which was spread beneath them. Mia was a lightweight girllike Lucy, but taller and had larger feet. This combined with herunawareness of you being stuck to her shoe sole made for higher andmore careless pressure than Lucy had managed to put on you beneathher shoes. "I thought for a second you were done already." Youheard Elena's lively voice, along with what you assumed were herrunning footsteps and a loud continuous noise, which you surmisedmust have been a treadmill. "Just got my water bottle." Miareturned, then you felt yourself being lifted through the air, beforecoming down on a new surface. Her weight bore down on you as herother foot stepped onto the surface as well. It was more forgivingthan the ground had been, but at the same time it wasn't as smooth,it was a little bit rough. You began to realize that fate had indeedacted, as Mia had now unintentionally ensured yours and Lucy's planwould come to fruition after all. Indeed, as Mia walked along thetreadmill, stepping up to the display, you heard the motor coming tolife, and the surface of the running platform pulling on your back,moving you along with Mia's foot on top of you for a while, beforeMia lifted her foot, taking a step with you under her sole. Her stepscame increasingly quicker as the speed of treadmill wound up. As itdid, you found yourself slammed into the running platform harder andharder, your back sticking to the surface more and more as Mia ran onyou. Soon you felt your skin detaching from her treads slightly asher foot lifted, before being flattened under her thunderous stompagain. More and more of your body began to peel from her sole,sticking more to the surface of the running belt than her shoe sole.