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Tsubame was running a little late, but she didn’t mind that too much. She was well aware of the fact that she was a sort of third wheel in her Eizouken, which made her arrival alongside one of the other two members early a bit awkward. Sure, she’d buddy up with them both better over time, but for now there was still that strangeness in the air. Midori and Sayaka were very close friends that had known each other for several years, although Tsubame wasn’t sure how they met or what was going on with them. Only aware that she had a long way to go before she’d be on the same terms with either of them as they were with each other, she was happy to see clues scattered around their Eizouken HQ that both of the other women were present. Little did she know what she was about to walk in on.
“Oh guys…. I’m here!” Tsubame’s voice was crisp and clear. She was feeling particularly good today, and was wearing new shoes, new underwear and a new, very flowery perfume that her mother picked out for her. All of these things were remarkably expensive, but she wasn’t going to brag about any of them.
“Guys?” Tsubame asked again as she entered the dilapidated building her Eizouken was using as their headquarters. She was so clean and pretty today, but the lack of a response soiled her mood some. “Well, these two are sorta weird. One’s a money grubbing loner and the other one is a bit autistic. Maybe they headed out…” She said this last bit under her breath. She didn’t want them to hear her, although the tall, lanky one wasn’t going to care. Midori was the one that would be genuinely hurt by such words.
Tsubame continued to walk around the building her Eizouken called home until she spotted the office area. It was the only well maintained portion of the complex, and the door to it was shut. She saw Midori’s hat laying on the ground outside and knew that her nakama must have been inside. Without any second thoughts, she headed to the door and opened it. Immediately upon doing so, the pleasant scent of her perfume, body and new clothes was contested with a scent that reminded her of a women’s locker room.
“Uhg, did something break?” Tsubame asked. She wasn’t talking directly to anyone, but was quickly replied to.
“What do you mean?” Sayaka asked. “The whole place is broken.”
“That smell. It’s like wet wood or something.” Tsubame replied quickly. She also turned to her right and saw Sayaka sitting down in a wheeled chair. The lanklet was facing away from her with the chair’s back facing her. Tsubame walked around it and looked down, seeing Midori crouched on her hands and knees in front of Sayaka.
“What are you two…” Tsubame was so out of her element that she didn’t even process what she was looking at correctly. It was halfway through her question that she started to feel sirens going off in her head. “...doing over here?”
Sayaka looked up at Tsubame. She was such a tall woman that even sitting down she was face to face with the shorter model. Her expression was jovial and her buck teeth were visible. Tsubame was close enough to the woman to count her numerous freckles and see the oily hair she had.
“SNIFF, SNRRRRRRRT, HUFF, ACK!!! Cough, cough! Bweh, Sayaka… These are just so strong today…” Midori said breathlessly.
Tsubame’s eyes went wide. Her eyes locked onto Sayaka’s and she felt a paralysis taking over her body. She was already in this group. She knew these two were weird but this scene was so bizarre that she almost felt sick.
“SNRRRRRRRRRT!!!! HUFF, HUFF, HUFF! ARG-HACK, COUGH!” Tsubame continued to stare into Sayaka’s eyes, which now took on a more domineering look while Midori remained seated on the ground… sniffing the lanky woman’s socked feet.
The situation was only growing more uncomfortable for Tsubame, as Sayaka remained silent while staring her down. It was like Sayaka was daring her to show open disgust or to leave.
“I’ll just be in the other room!” Tsubama finally caved. She looked away from Sayaka and turned on her pretty new dress shoe’s heel so she could leave. That break in poise proved to be what Sayaka wanted, though.
“Oi.” Sayaka spoke up. Tsubame froze in her tracks. “What’s the problem?” The lanklet asked.
Tsubame began to sweat. She grabbed the hem of her pretty white undershirt and began fluffing it to cool herself off. The smell of her perfume was made stronger as she did this, which cut through the stink of dirty socks quite well. “I’m sorry!” She said and tried to keep walking, but felt frozen in place.
“Don’t be sorry. This isn’t a big deal, tch.” Sayaka sounded cool and collected. She threw her arms up over her head while turning it to the side so she could look at Tsubame. “Midori, Tsubame’s here. Snap out of it.” She finished by snapping her fingers a few times.
“Bweh, huh? Ehhhh?” Midori sounded like she was embarrassed but also disappointed at the same time. She didn’t stand up though, and remained on her knees, sitting up on them.
“I’m sorry! You two can keep doing whatever this is, I’ll go! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Tsubame was now flushing bright red in the face. She was even more humiliated than Midori was by everything. Luckily, Sayaka remained uncaring about her newest friend’s discovery.
“OI!” Sayaka spun in her wheeled chair to face Tsubame. “Smelling salts. They clear the head. Midori had writer's block. Don’t blow this out of proportion because of things you’ve seen on the internet.” Sayaka wasn’t irate. It was hard for Tsubame to tell what the girl was thinking truthfully.
“Oh is that what this is?” Tsubame still couldn’t look back at her two friends. She continued to fan her shirt so she could smell her rosy, flowery perfume.
“I-it’s true, Tsubame.” Midori spoke up. “I know it seems weird, but we can’t afford smelling salts. This is cheaper and easier. Plus, well…”
“Plus, she likes this more.” Sayaka filled in the dead air eagerly. “She likes the smell of my stinky feet. They clear her head, and help her focus on her perfect world. We’re trying to bring that to life with Eizouken. That’s the whole point of all this. I’ll do anything it takes to make this work out.”
After hearing all of this, Tsubame spun around and looked at Sayaka once more. Her expression was still strong, but it was also… understanding, possibly even welcoming. Sayaka even had the social skills to extend her right hand towards Tsubame palm up in gift.
“I understand!” Tsubame replied swiftly. “Still, I think-”
“Shhh.” Sayaka interrupted her. “Look. You’re working with us too. You probably get brain fog. Your head probably gets all blocked and messed up sometimes too. I don’t mind offering my feet up to you too.”
“N-no, that’s-” Tsubame was interrupted again.
“One sniff. Look.” Sayaka was insistent, and took the hand she extended Tsubmae’s way towards her right foot. She peeled her long, sweaty, black silk sock off in a single motion and tossed it behind her. Midori caught it, and brought it to her face so she could take a deep inhale of it.
“I take extremely good care of my feet. Even a posh girl like you should be able to appreciate that.” Sayaka declared while raising her naked foot up towards Tsubame. The amateur model couldn’t help but look at it. It was impossible for her to say that Sayaka’s foot was gross, aside from the overpowering, rice wine smell of it.
Sayaka was a weird girl. She looked odd, acted sorta gruff, but maintained a unique appearance that made her stand out. Obviously her height and perfectly white teeth added to her uniqueness, which made her conventionally unattractive. She was the opposite of Tsubame, who was what every girl wanted to be wrapped up into a petite, lovable package. Tsubame was out of place in this Eizouken because of her looks, but if she was honest, she didn’t think about feet. Mentally she compared her own to Sayaka’s, and she felt that this taller woman had prettier soles, at least at the moment.
“You’re not running away still - good. It means I might be getting through to you.” Sayaka fanned her toes while she spoke, making the bitter, sharp scent of them spread into the air even more strongly. Their stink directly contested Tsubame’s perfume, which was weakening as the seconds passed.
Tsubame was absolutely not considering doing what Midori was doing right now. She looked at the shorter, boyish girl with a stinky sock draped over her face. No doubt Midori was hiding behind it from her, but for whatever reason the pleasure that sniffing the article gave her was too great to stop doing it. There certainly wasn’t anything sexual going on, which actually made this whole situation even more insane in Tsubame’s eyes.
“One sniff. See if it doesn’t clear your head.” Sayaka continued fanning her toes, making her soft, shiny, supple toes wiggle in the air while a visible haze of misty steam rose up off of them. It was pretty hot out. “I have to go out of my way to make my feet this ripe. I get dirty looks and no boys want anything to do with me, but it’s worth it if I can keep Midori’s creative juices flowing. If you can exploit it, that'll make it more worthwhile for me. Think about our Eizouken. It’s worth a shot right?”
Tsubame was absolutely committed to her Eizouken. However, being put into this situation, where doing the most she could for it meant sniffing feet to clear her head was taxing her greatly. Sayaka was a brilliant woman, so there was no question that she intentionally worded things like this to put Tsubame on the spot.
“Y-you’re not wrong. But the thought of it is…” Tsubame wanted to be downright rude. She looked at Midori though, and knew that if she was curt, she’d hurt the most important member of her team’s feelings. That would not bode well for their project.
“It’s a little scary isn’t it. You don’t want to end up like her, I get it. She’s a bit extreme. One whiff will clear your head. It’s not like you’ll get addicted.” Sayaka was confident and continued. “When we met she admitted she liked this sort of thing. Wrestlers don’t like smelling salts, but they need clear heads in the ring. This can be the same thing for you. C’mon.” Her toes fanned through the air faster and faster while sweat dripped down them and across her soft sole, then right off her heel.
There was no denying at this point that Sayaka had a pretty foot. Tsubame was still on the spot and because she didn’t want to look antagonistic or cause problems, she found herself slowly creeping forward towards it.
“That’s it. One big, deep breath and you’ll understand. Then you can go work on your animations with a renewed vigor. Trust me. It’s made all of Midori’s work possible.” Sayaka stated, but stopped there, knowing that the trap was set.
“I guess one sniff won’t be the end of the world.” Tsubame said, not believing it. She wanted to hurl. She hated this, but was forced to go along with it. One thing was certain - she’d never walk in on her peers again. She wouldn’t even come into this room again if she could avoid it. The smell of the place was thankfully more tolerable now, but as she grew closer to Sayaka’s pink bottomed foot, the sourness kicked up dramatically.
Tsubame steeled herself as much as she could. As she brought her nose towards Sayaka’s foot, she could hear Midori constantly sniffing and sucking on the sock she’d been given. Disgusted further, she brought her nose a mere inch away from Sayaka’s steaming, vinegary foot and exhaled, intent on sincerely pulling in one lung full of funk. However… As she started to inhale, Sayaka pushed her foot forward and pinched Tsubame’s nostrils closed between her big toe and its neighbor.
“H-hey…Ack!” Tsubame responded.
“Shush. Take a big breath of that spot right there. Between my toes.” Sayaka demanded, then released her grip on Tsubame’s nose. Tsubame’s eyes were watering now, but she wanted to get this over with. Her skin burned and her pores were crying as the intense acidity of Sayaka’s foot wore away at her, so she sharply inhaled in an effort to get the hell out of here. This proved to be a massive mistake for her.
All at once Tsubame felt like vomiting, wetting herself and dying from the humiliation that she felt, but those feelings were all in her heart and head. Her lungs and sinuses felt an insane, salty, acidic burning sensation that made her immediately deflate, gag, choke, then inhale over and over again - which only added to her displeasure because Sayaka was unrelenting. The money-grubber continued to push her feminine toes against Tsubame’s face, making escape impossible. Frozen where she stood, the young model couldn’t get away, and it was while her brain began going crazy with thoughts and ideas about how disgusting all this was, a clear, crisp bolt of energy rose up from her lungs, through her throat and sinuses, then into the back of her head. That rush ended when the jolt pushed through her entire head and exploded at the front of her skull.
Tsubame opened her eyes wide, which were now dumping tears out of their corners at a frightening rate. The smell she was forced to inhale was gross. It was horrible and it made her feel horrible, but at the same time, the stink of unwashed schoolgirl foot did clear her mind. Not only that, it sharpened her senses. She could hear Midori better. She could see further than she could before. She felt her own soles against her new shoes more intimately and her skin’s sensitivity from head to toe had ramped up dramatically. Feeling all of these things did diminish how intoxicated by stink she was, but not by a lot, and only for a second. As she had to keep breathing, she was forced to pull in more of the steaming, stinking air that was coalescing around Sayaka’s perpetually perspiring piggies, and her sharpened senses meant that this second inhalation was even more profound than the first had been.
“G-g-guh, ha-hehehaha….” Tsubame laughed maniacally. Her eyes crossed and she dug her toes into her shoes, only to lean forward into Sayaka’s foot. Sayaka was quick to catch the redhead’s face with her large pad and held her upright with it while intentionally rubbing her toes into the girl’s forehead, further imprinting her stink into her face.
“That’s the same kind of laugh Midori gave me when I made her sniff my boots way back. You know what that means.” Sayaka pulled off her other sock and sat back in her chair. She lifted both feet of hers up to cradle Tsubame’s head with and forced all of the miasmic, steaming, stinking air to swarm around the previously uninitiated model’s being.
“Uh….!” Tsubame couldn’t talk. She tried to, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her mouth was watering like it was getting ready for her to vomit, but she felt no nausea. In fact, she felt a sort of elated high as her sinuses were scarred and her sensitive, never-before stink stained respiratory cells began to shrivel up. With the die-off of these inferior cells, the ones that remained were better at handling the pungency of Sayaka’s feet, which was a good thing… because for Tsubame, now that she’d cut through all the offputting nastiness that was at the forefront of foot stink, she found the smelliness of them deeply satisfying. In a way it was like sniffing her own underarms after a jog, but more complicated.
“It means you’re gonna get hooked on my feet just like she did. But hey, I really don’t have a problem with it. As long as you’re in our Eizouken, I’ll let you sniff my feet any time you want. If doing it gives us a better product, I might be insistent about it.” Sayaka seemed to relax a lot. She clearly didn’t delight in dominating or humiliating her friends, which was a good thing. If she was a bit more sadistic, a single picture of Tsubame doing what she was doing would have been more than enough ammunition to ruin the model’s life with.
“This is gross, I hate it…!” Tsubame stated, but her inflection was weak. Her body wasn’t resisting Sayaka’s large soles either, both of which covered her face like a mask with her nose and lips between them.
“Well, if you hate it just walk away. I just wanted you to see firsthand how helpful clearing your head could be. I’m not exactly holding you here, am I?” Sayaka asked. “I got you to do what I wanted you to do. Besides… Midori just started sniffing my feet. I bet she really wants them back.” When she finished talking she pushed her feet off of Tsubame’s face, but the model knew what that pressure meant, so she reached up and planted her hands over top of Sayaka’s feet. “Oh?”
“Wait…” Tsubame was still gagging and her throat was closing over and over as she tried to breathe more deeply. It was like her body was trying to make her pass out, but she wasn’t having it. “Just a little more…” She muttered.
“Oho.” Sayaka clicked her tongue, but remained where she sat. Her long skirt wasn’t even lifted up high enough by her legs’ positioning to show off her panties. The scene continued to lack any sexuality at all, which was a big part of what was confusing Tsubame - because she was becoming very aroused as the seconds slipped by.
“Huff, huff, hack, urk…. SNOOOORT!!!” Tsubame fought against her body. It didn’t want her to keep sending acidic, rice wine scented foot funk into her lungs but she didn’t care. This deep inhale that punctuated her snorting completely stained her lungs, and she exhaled hotly, swiftly, but without coughing. Her face was still so pink that she looked like she was having a heart attack, but the only thing that hurt her right now, besides her respiratory system, was her very swollen, very cum laden clit.
Tsubame would absolutely NOT touch herself. She wasn’t depraved enough to do something like that in public no matter what. She also didn’t understand it yet, and probably wouldn’t until her time in her Eizouken was over, but her arousal was coming from the humiliation she felt doing what she was doing. Models with humiliation fetishes were very common, but most never realized their kinks. In her late teens, Tsubame could be excused for not knowing all about this degeneracy, but these higher concepts were unimportant right now. What was important to her, was feeling more of the satisfaction that she felt when inhaling foot funk.
Sayaka remained quiet, but her ten toes never stopped moving around and digging into Tsubame’s face. Since Tsubame’s hands were wrapped around Sayaka’s ankles, she didn’t bother moving her feet around too much, and instead looked through the holes in the walls at the nature outside. That’s just how uninterested in actually tormenting her friends Sayaka was.
“W-what do you do to your feet to make them smell so sour and strong?” Tsubame asked finally. Of course, she spoke directly into Sayaka’s sweaty, steaming soles, causing her to get a taste of them. Said taste made her spine tingle, and spit garbled her words slightly as she tried to swallow it all without blatantly licking girl foot.
“I wear the same socks and shoes for as long as I can take it. Eventually my skin starts to burn and itch, that’s when I give them to Midori so she can sniff them at her work station.” Finally, Tsubame understood why Midori was always sniffling. Sayaka continued talking. “People get really disgusted if you don’t wash your socks though. Usually I let my feet get even nastier than this, but I was catching too much flak lately. Sorry.”
The sincerity of Sayaka’s apology made Tsubame scoff, which pushed her tongue closer to those meaty, padded soles. It was astonishing how quickly her disdain for them changed into adoration, but she knew that rapidly inhaling foot stank wasn’t enough to solidify her as a foot lover. Once she finally decided to run her tongue over Sayaka’s soles though… she was done for.
Sayaka’s feet were just perfect. There was no callous, no blemish of any kind, nor any unpleasantness to them. Perhaps she lotioned them regularly, but they were even more pliable than Tsubame could have imagined. She thrust her tongue between them, and Sayaka pinched the probe there, rolling it around so plenty of her raw, bacteria laden foot sweat could coat it. Obviously Tsubame tasted all of this salty, sour, tongue burning goodness and her eyes rolled up into her head while her thighs shook. Her legs felt noodly and she was wavering.
“Well, that should be good enough.” Sayaka really was treating this scene like it was business or something. It helped keep Tsubame wrangled though. If Sayaka had taken things in a lewd direction, she probably could have stripped the young model and made them pose for her, but things wouldn’t get that crazy today.
“Oi. I really need to give my stinkers back to Midori now. She’s got the most important job of us all so-” Just as Sayaka was about to pull her piggies away from Tsubame, the model hiked them down over her face so that all ten toes were under her nose. Then she snorted them, sighing passionately before sticking both of Sayaka’s big toes into her mouth at the same time.
Tsubame knew she was running out of time and fought through the saltiness of Sayaka’s toes so she could taste the acidic spice beneath it. For whatever reason, her body was loving this nasty flavor, and she was careful to run her tongue over toenails and between toes. Ver pads and across each and every, smooth, pink curve she could find. Sayaka began to giggle lightly, tickled in more ways than one by the experience. Eventually though, she was serious about getting back to Midori, and gently kicked Tsubame off of her feet.
“Tsk. You can’t go totally wild. I’ll make sure that this new addiction of yours doesn’t get out of control. I’ve had to be strict with her about it too.” Sayaka spun around and pointed down at Midori, who finally beamed with glee at having those steaming feet returned to her, now laden with Tsubame’s spit. The short woman didn’t hesitate, and pressed both soles into her face and took such rapid, needy breaths that she sounded like she’d just run a marathon.
“I won’t… Addiction…. Tch.” With the removal of feet from her face, Tsubame stood up straight and regained her poise. She was still sweaty, stinky and red faced, but she crossed her arms and looked away from Sayaka and Midori. She was jealous of the latter, but still had enough pride to keep herself from landing on the ground beside her.
“Call it what you want. I think the more you do it, the more you’ll want it. Which is fine. Until we all graduate. If we go our separate ways, you might have to take a tram across the country to visit me on weekends to clear your head.” Sayaka stated.
“Not gonna happen.” Tsubame huffed, but was dismayed that the secondhand foot stink she was getting lacked potency.
“Whatever. Anyway, I’ll be done with her soon. We should all be getting back to work. May as well get ahead of us, eh?” Sayaka asked. Tsubame groaned but spun around and left the office, terribly flustered, but thinking of only two things - Sayaka’s smooth, stinky, sweaty, steaming soles.