Post you are Pepes or don't. Whatever.

PUH PUH PUH
*headbutts
so much pain that eyes crossed
guess the movie

>>935729881 (OP)

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>>935733358

This story comes to me from another one of Stinkfoot's victims. And it takes
place perhaps two years after her graduation from college. Apparently, Stinkfoot
was an aspiring actress and she and her friends worked at a local diner to make
ends meet. She was busy hustling for work, but she had, by no means, lost her
interest in tormenting men with her smelly feet. To press her smelly, damp sock
foot onto a man's face and hear him inhale the fetid aroma was one of life's little
perverse pleasures. And it amused her to think that she spent long hours working
up a sweat in her sneakers and saddle shoes.

>>935733445
Her co-workers were all women, including the cooks. After all, it was a
knock-off of Hooters and it was advertised as an all-female establishment. All
but for the young man, by the name of Mike, who got paid to bust tables and
wash dishes. Naturally, it was Mike who would become the victim of Stinkfoot's
rather mischievous sense of humor. And Mike informed me that he agreed to
work there only to be close to Miranda "Stinkfoot." He was smitten, and he was
prepared to humiliate himself by washing dirty dishes just to fraternize with her
from time to time. Of course, it was also a pleasure to work with so many pretty
women

>>935733492
Now Stinkfoot knew that men found her attractive; and she was on to
Mike from the moment he signed on as the dish boy. he made every excuse just
to share the same ten hour night shift. She knew that he'd do anything to be
noticed by her; and she took advantage of his devotions by having him run
numerous errands for her, and even steal kitchenware for her.

>>935733513
Mike told me he would have done anything to please her, anything but for
what she planned for him. He remembers having to give her foot rubs after work;
and "I wouldn't have minded so much if her feet weren't so goddamn smelly."
He endured the stench, because the nightly foot rubs were his only opportunity to
speak openly with her. And to be thanked by her for a wonderful massage was
very heaven.

>>935733535
Now Stinkfoot had been dating an aspiring inventor at the time; and she'd
prevailed upon him to design a foot massage device to soothe her aching feet
when she returned from work. The inventor designed just such a device, and did
so according to her specifications. She wanted the device to feature a chair for
her to sit in, and a pair of boots, attached to a platform, for her to slip her feet
into. There would be tiny rollers and nobs attached to the inside of the boots
(powered electrically), and there would be two larger holes, next to each other,
at the toe ends for ventilation. The holes would open into the space under the
platform.

>>935733571
Miranda "Stinkfoot" never explained to him that the chair would be placed
at an angle so that the boots would be at more of a vertical towards the top of
the machine (so as to take the pressure off her legs and feet). She would lift her
feet into the boots and trigger the machine for a mind blowing foot massage.
There would be a vertical box behind the boots, as well as a horizontal platform
underneath. When the inventor remarked to her that there would be enough
space in the machine for a man to fit inside it (legs under the platform, torso in
the box behind the boots), she laughed and told him to build it. And he did.

>>935733603
When Mike later met with the inventor of the machine, the inventor told that
not once had Miranda ever expected him to step inside it. He didn't understand
why she wanted the box and platform to be so commodious. Mike explained
what just as he would later explain it to me.

>>935733642
Apparently, Miranda Stinkfoot spoke to him one day and asked him for a
favor. Ever willing to oblige, Mike agreed to help. She then told him that she had
a contraption to give to one of her co-workers and that she needed him to carry
it to work. It was a labor of love but Mike made every effort (borrowed a truck,
asked some friends to help him) to please her. And he brought the foot massage
device to work just before the morning shift. It was positioned in an unused
storage room, because she didn't want anyone to see the surprise.

>>935733673
And then she asked another favor of him. She wanted to see if it was true
that a man could fit snugly inside the machine. Assuming that her intentions were
innocent, Mike obliged once again, opened the back, slipping his legs under the
platform and pressed himself against the front of the box, his face near the
ventilation holes for the boots.

>>935733702
And then she told him that if he would let her tie his arms behind his back, he
could kiss her. For Mike this was too good to be true, and he placed his arms
behind his back for Miranda to tie them up securely. And then she asked him to
close his eyes and opon his mouth for the kiss. he did so, and to his surprise, she
stuffed a sour fabric into his mouth; he would later discover this to be a worn
sweat sock. He attempted to spit it out in disgust, but Miranda was too quick for
him. She pulled some duct tape from behind her and attached it over his mouth.
Mike tried to plead with her with his eyes; but Miranda seemed to be hell-bent
on doing something wicked.

>>935733729
And then it became clear what the convex handle bar was doing inside the
box. One end was affixed to the side near the ventilation holes, and she brought
the bar around his head, securing it to the a screw on the other side. With the bar
in place, Mike's head was pressed against the wall of the box. He positioned his
head slightly so that his nose protruded into one of the ventilation holes; that way
he could breathe. Miranda then tightened the bar until he couldn't move his head
at all. He remembers her reaching into one of the boots with hear hand and
tickling his nose with her fingers.

>>935733751
"Perfect," he heard her exclaim as she closed the box and turned the motor
on. "This is going to be good." The hum of the rollers would drown out his moans
of protest. But he could make out her footfalls as she ran from the room.

Not five minutes later, Mike heard some female chatter. He attempted to
call attention to his predicament, but he couldn't moan loud enough to be heard
over the machine; and the machine was too sturdy to be moved. He was hoping
that someone would notice him, or that Miranda would put an end to her litle
practical joke.

>>935733772
And then he heard Miranda speak. "So who wants to try it first," she asked.
"So you have to stick your feet in those boots there?" asked Michelle, one of the
waitresses who, like Miranda, was just finishing her shift. "They look tight; won't
our feet get sweaty?" she continued.

"They'll fit like a glove; they're really comfy. And don't worry, there's
ventilation." He heard Miranda chuckled and then it dawned on him. Miranda
was going to make him smell their feet. It was perverse but why else would she
position him so that his nose protruded into the ventilation hole near the toe end
of the boot?

Then Glenda spoke up, "I'll try it. God knows I could use it. I've been on my
feet for twelve hours." Glenda had been wearing saddle shoes with frilly white
socks; and she had indeed been working beyond her typical ten hour shift. "Sorry
girls, but you'd better cover your noses," she remarked with a giggle; and she
pried of her shoes. She sat in the seat, and raised her sock feet, positioning one
foot into a boot and then the other.

Within seconds, Mike felt a warm, moist fabric brush up against his nose.
And then he smelled it. It was a stale, pungent odor of foot sweat and the cloying
aroma of old, well-worn saddle shoes. He struggled to pull his noes away from
the stench, but he couldn't move.

>>935733824
I think there's something in the shoe," remarked Glenda. "Just between my
toes and the ball of my foot."

"Oh, that's supposed to be there," responded Miranda with a laugh. "It feels
good if you rub your foot against it and if you clench your toes around it."

Mike felt her moist sock toes tighten around his nose, as he inhaled the scent
of her stinky foot. "You're right," said Glenda, "it does feel good. And those
rollers; I think I'm in heaven."

Poor Mike was the farthest thing from heaven as he took breath after breath
of her fetid foot odor. It was like being trapped inside her saddle shoe while she
worked. And if she said she'd been wearing her shoes for two days straight, he
wouldn't have been surprised. her feet positively reeked. But he breathed it in, as
she rubbed her foot against his nose, and curled her sock toes about it. He began
to feel a bit queasy from inhaling nothing but her foot stink, but he had to stink it
out. For a full fifteen minutes.

The other waitresses were going about their business. But then one of the
other waitresses, Angela, wanted to give the machine a try. "Oh, must this come
to an end," pleaded Glenda. They laughed and before long, Mike's nostrils
flooded with fresh air.

This didn't last long because Angela sat in the machine, slipped off her Keds,
which she'd been wearing for ten hours without socks and slipped her feet into
the boots. "I Hope I'm not going to get athletes foot or something," asked Angela.

"My feet may stink, but they're clean," said Glenda.

And then Mike was assailed by a sharp and full-bodied cheese smell. he
could feel the warmth of her bare foot as she rubbed the ball of her foot against
his nose; and when she clutched his nose with her toes, he could feel just how
damp with sweat they were. But the stench was beyond belief.

>>935733899
"Oh, this feels great," said Glenda, quite gleefully. "But that bump in there
feels like a nose."

"If it is," responded Glenda who must have been putting her shoes back on
before leaving, "I feel awfully sorry for it." The women laughed hysterically and
Angela clutched Mike's nose with her sweaty, musty smelling toes. "Its the
ventilation; all of the air from passes between your toes, though the bump and
out the back somewhere," added Glenda before leaving.

For the span of ten minutes of so, Angela wriggles her bare toes over his
nose and rubbed her feet back and forth over the rollers inside the boots. The
tight boots made her feet sweat, and Mike could feel the sweat beyond rubbed
into his nose and over the part of his face which covered the ventilation hole.
Mike could imagine what it must be liked to be trapped inside her funky Keds
all day; it was sheer torture, inhaling such a sickly-sweet, fruity smell. And to
make it worse, Angela loved rubbing the ball of her sweaty foot over his nose.
And he could hear her moan softly whenever she did.

And then Michelle must have returned because she asked Angela is she
could have a turn. "I could keep my feet in their all night," murmured Angela,
lost in some kind of reverie. "Mmmn."

>>935733928
"Yeah, well it's my turn, and my feet are killing me," insisted Michelle.

After a few seconds, the musty smell passed and Mike once again breathed
fresh air; he took greedy gasps in anticipation of another disagreeable session of
foot sniffing.

And then Mike could hear Michelle's Pumas fall to the floor. And before he
could feel the warmth of her sock feet, he could smell her sour foot odor; and
once her damp sock foot brushed against his nose, he took a deep breath which
almost induced him to gag. It surprised him that his co-workers could have such
stinky feet; and Michelle's were foul.

Mike was surprised to smell fresh air for a moment, and he believed his
torment at an end. But Michelle had only removed her socks. And her sweaty
bare foot brushed against his nose, as she positioned her foot so as to press her
toes over his nose. Mike's eyes were watering, but he could do nothing to wipe
away the tears; all he could do was take breath after breath of Michelle's bare
toes which smelled faintly of Parmesan cheese. He moaned to get her attention,
but it was to no avail. She could hear nothing. And her moans suggested that she
wouldn't remove her feet from the boots unless someone asked her to.

And, after ten minutes, which felt like half an hour, Teresa, one of the cooks,
spoke to Michelle. "Hey, time's up, my feet hurt too." And for a few seconds,
Mike enjoyed another spell of fresh air before being besieged by yet another
nasty-smelling foot. Teresa had kicked off her sneakers, and peeled off her
sweat socks before slipping her feet into the boots. "Mmmn, I love that lump at
the toe end," she declared, scrunching Mike's nose between her sweaty toes.
Teresa's feet suggested something animal; they smelled like a mangy dog; it was
cruel, but Teresa was oblivious to Mike's discomfort. She wriggled her toes with
pleasure as the rollers gently soothed her heel and sole. "Heaven," she declared.

>>935733958
Mike endured this for ten minutes, when he heard Miranda's voice again.
"You look like you've just had an orgasm," she remarked. Teresa chuckled. "My
feet are so happy right now, thanks Miranda. You can leave the massager here
anytime." The manager, a lady by the name of Jocelyn, entered the room and
asked about the massager. "I hope I get a turn," she said. "Do I have to go?" said
Teresa. Jocelyn and Miranda laughed.

Fresh air tickled his nose, before Jocelyn's pedicured feet slid into the boots
and pressed against Mike's nose. The scent was faint; and a welcome relief to
Mike who'd been inhaling the most putrid foot stink for upwards of fifty minutes.
She playfully grabbed at his nose with her toes, brushed her toes against his noes
and squeezed it. "This is fun," remarked Jocelyn. She liked having something for
her toes to play with while the rollers pressed against her heel and sole.

And then Miranda politely asked Jocelyn if she could ty out the machine.
Jocelyn stepped away and left Miranda alone with Mike. "Having fun?" she
asked him. "Oh, I hope you don't mind the smell, but we work hard. I think I'll
try it out."

He could hear her sneakers drop to the floor as she climbed into the seat.
Miranda Stinkfoot had been wearing her sneakers without socks, as usual; and
she always wore the same pair. And before long, his senses were assaulted by
the most potent, aggressive foot odor he'd ever had the misfortune to smell. It
was the unmistakable smell of stinky feet; but the scent was intensified, and so
sharp and vinegary it hurt to sniff. he knew just how smelly her feet were from
having to give her foot rubs, but he had no intention of sniffing them up close.
But Miranda gave him no choice. And her sweaty toes clutched at Mike's nose
and slithered over it, as Mike breathed in the fetid stench.

"And if you try to give me a hard time about this, I'll tell them about the peep
hole into the women's bathroom, and I'll tell them you've been spying on us." It
wasn't true, but there was indeed a hole, and the others would have believed him.

"Maybe in future, I'll have you lick my feet clean after work," she said. Mike
would have laughed at the disgusting suggestion, but he could do nothing but
smell the ball of her foot.

He must have been sniffing her putrid, vinegar smelling bare toes for fifteen
minutes, while Miranda rubbed her toes over his face as much as possible,
before she spoke again. "You know," she said, "I don't trust you. You'll kick and
scream he minute I let you out and you'll try to get me fired, won't you." Mike
was desperate to defend his honesty, though he probably would have kicked
and screamed and tried to get her fired.

"Well, I'm going to make sure this doesn't blow up in my face, " she added.
"Sorry Mike," and she slipped her feet from the boots. "I'll be back," she
exclaimed. Debbie, one of the waitresses from the morning shift took advantage
of Miranda's departure to sample the machine herself; and before long, a warm
pair sock foot pressed against his nose; the scent was bearable, but it still
angered him that these women should feel free to rub their feet in his face.

And then Mike could hear the sharp, staccato voices of angry women enter
the room. "I was scared. I didn't know what to do," said Miranda, pretending to
be distressed. "But I'm sure he's been watching everyone through the peephole."

>>935734039
"Goddamn that little pervert," huffed Jocelyn, angrily. "We should report this
to the police," added Jocelyn.

And then Miranda remarked that she had to make a confession. "I thought
I'd take justice into my own hands; I mean he'd probably get off scot-free; he's,
well, in the box."

Jocelyn sounded shocked. "he's in the box?" Angela was there and Mike
heard her say, "in the box, what do you mean?"

Well, you know the object you thought was a nose, well, it was." There was
a stunned silence and hen mike could hear Angela laugh; Jocelyn and someone
else joined in. "You mean, he's been smelling our feet the whole time?" said
Michelle, who had also joined the conversation. "You're brilliant, Miranda,"
exclaimed Angela.

"I'm sorry Jocelyn," said Miranda, "but I was angry." "It's okay," replied
Jocelyn. "he deserved it."

>>935734095
And then Debbie spoke up. "you mean Mike's smelling my feet as we
speak?" This drew a prolonged bout of laughter from everyone present. Debbie
got up and then Miranda unlocked he back panel. A few of the women gasped
when they saw his head clasped inside the bar. Miranda climbed back into the
seat, removed a shoe and slid a foot into the boot. Mike was once again greeted
with the characteristic raunch with emanated from Miranda's sweaty bare feet.
"See," said Miranda, "he's sniffing my toes right now." Everyone laughed.

And then it was agreed to that all of the women should be given a chance to
torment Mike with their foot stink; after all, he could have been spying on any
one of them. Miranda and the others pulled Mike from the machine, but they
chose not to untie his hands. Once the sock gag was removed, Mike endeavored
to defend himself. He explained that Miranda was lying and that she was the real
pervert; but no one listened. He was wasting his breath. Glenda removed one of
her funky old socks and stuffed it into Mike's mouth, to the infinite amusement
of everyone present. "Just stuff it," she proclaimed. More laughter.

They left him tied up until the waitresses from the morning shift finished in
the afternoon; he was installed in the machine and subjected to an array of
foot odors which rivaled anything he'd been forced to stomach that morning.
The women were having a blast, and they found it supremely satisfying to
punish the peeping-tom this way. And when Miranda retuend that afternoon to
check on Mike's progress, and to explain to the women on the next shift what
had happened, she encouraged everyone to humiliate him for spying on them.

>>935734139
Some of the women from the afternoon/evening shift were inspired enough
to punish Mike more appropriately; and with unbridled giggles, several of the
women pulled Mike's pants and underpants down to his ankles. "See how you
like being spied on," remarked one of the women. They called everyone in to
gaze at Mike's humiliation; and from the riotous laughter which ensued, it was
obvious that they loved the show. "Nice package," shrieked one of the girls.

And, later that evening, Mike was attached to the machine and forced to
endure the stench which had accumulated from a long day and evening on their
feet. Most of them made a point of wearing their shoes without socks just to
intensify his punishment. And once again his nostrils were besieged with the
most ungodly of foot smells. They gleefully rubbed their toes over his nose and
cupped their toes over his nose, imploring him to take deep breaths and to enjoy
the musty air.

Everyone loved forcing Mike to smell their feet; and they all believed that
the foot stink was a great punishment. before allowing him to leave, Miranda
and the women from the night shift who had just arrived that evening, took the
opportunity to pull his pants down and make him shuffle about with his pants
and underpants about his ankles. The giggling was infectious and Glenda
remarked that she would now have a hilarious image with which to remember
him by.

>>935734168
"We had lots of fun," said Miranda, "I hope you did." She untied his hands
and removed the sock gag (which was one of many rank socks used to stop his
mouth that day)from his mouth and Jocelyn, who returned to see him off, told
him never again to set foot in their diner. Glenda gave him a swift kick to the rear
end, which sent him tumbling to the floor, his pants still around his ankles.
Everyone laughed. Too embarrassed to say anything, Mike pulled up his pants,
and to the tune of high-pitched female laughter, he stepped outside and never
again set foot in that diner.

Mike has tried to put it behind him; but how can you put something like that
behind you? Naturally, he came to me to make a full confession and to help to
shed some light on the elusive personality of Miranda Stinkfoot. Unfortunately,
we are no wiser than we were to begin with; and Mike never saw her again.

But Miranda Stinkfoot would exert a most pernicious influence upon women.
And many a man would fall prey to her wicked sense of humor; moreover, many
a man would be forced to smell her foul-smelling toes, the toes which would earn
her the name of Stinkfoot.

>>935734039
You wanna know what's funny?

Like a year ago, I tracked down that original pattern, for the "comfy" images. It isn't a blanket, it is a carpet swatch. And funnily enough, within the year of discovering it, the URL now 404's, I assume because the company doesn't sell that style of carpet, and likely hadn't for years.

Luckily I saved it and posted it to imgur.

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>>935729881 (OP)
Can never forget the time I summoned Sodom and Gomorrah