Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

We managed to get zero work done, and the three of us collapsed into our seats the moment the pups took a nap. ***** “It smells like a farm in here,” Cami groaned through a pinched nose. Felicity and Kiera followed her in and all three of them had disgusted looks on their faces. “Well, if you wouldn’t have birthed a pooping, puking animal, it might smell less like a farm,” I mumbled. She rolled her eyes, heading straight for Finn and scooping him up. I pulled Felicity into my arms, kissing the top of her shoulder, “How was shopping?”

It looks like animals tore their limbs to limbs, but the truth is this is done by those three mysterious jerks! How cruel they can be to do this!? The smell of blood comes in my nose as I take a breath, making it hard for me to breath. This smell brings back those unwanted memories in my head. I hate it. “Boys!! Clean this place and throw these bodies in front of zudo, he might not eat them as they're ugly as fuck!! But still throw them away.” I commanded and left the room, quickly walking away from there. I finally took a long breath as I came on the top from the basement, my breathing became heavy and slow.

"Mom, my roommates are all really clean. Why would you hide something like this here? Are you trying to attract rats?" Before I could respond, her roommates came back from class. The second they stepped inside, they pinched their noses, their faces full of disgust. In less than two minutes, they found everything I had hidden. "Mrs. Dolton, we respect you. Please show us the same respect, okay?" "If you want to stay and take care of Elise, then don't bring stuff like this back here again." My scalp prickled. What the hell was going on? They couldn't smell that overwhelming stench, but they could smell smoked mackerel that hadn't even been opened?

’ Was coming from Mad that was exceptionally on the verge of vomiting. ‘Yeah. A legit question. I mean, we should wash it properly with soap and everything but some of these people legit don’t know about it.’ Crazy answers gave a creep to them all. Yeah. As much as Shadow was so disgusted, the question was legit because these mofos were straight-up nasty. ‘Do you hear about it too?’ ‘You too?’ “Yeah, me too.’ Sleepy, Smiley, and Orange conversed with each other, exchanging their thoughts by simply monologue.

Not wanting to be underestimated by Cedrick, Miles stood up and beat Cedrick's back with his feet. "It was me who had teased you. Let me massage you." Miles stood steadily with the help of the sofa and stepped on him hard. When Cedrick turned his head and saw Miles stomping on his back, his face hardened. "Have you washed your feet? Why are you massaging my back with your feet? Your smelly feet dirty my clothes." Miles argued sullenly, "What are you talking about? My feet are fragrant."

It’s the daily routine of countless working pedestrians who don’t have their own car. Some lady in the bus had apparently poured an entire bottle of some horribly cloying, suffocating perfume on herself, with a smell that reminded me of rotten bedbugs. Two seats away, some man started coughing loudly without even thinking of covering his reeking, alcohol-laden mouth. And to top it all off, when it was finally my turn to squeeze my way to the exit, some clumsy cow stepped hard on my foot, scraping the faux leather on my brand-new boot! Things just keep getting better and better. Outside, a nasty, fine November drizzle was falling—the kind that would once again turn my courtyard into an impass

Alec The air stank of iron and piss and that burnt meat smell that clung to your nose even when you tried to breathe through your mouth. I couldn’t feel the soles of my feet anymore. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the bodies I had stepped on, some enemy, some mine.

Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, it's Cameron and Camelia went outside to find something strange was going on outside. The day passed quickly and boringly and all I could think about was what happened between me and Jackson, I couldn't get it out of my head.. his lips touched and smelled like his skin, he.. I don't know what it is but it's a beautiful thing.. at the end of the day I felt something strange that wasn't about Jackson. I smelled a strange smell like blood... Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, i

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

The pungent smell makes me gag. Throwing my boots to the ground I rubbed my temples, drawing my fingers down over the scruff of a beard that had begun to grow. “You alright man?” Mason asks as the others walk ahead. “Yeah,” I nod, but then we both look down at my feet. “They don’t look ok.” Mason points to the blistered red feet, “They don’t smell so good either.” I would have told him to fuck off, but he was serious with the scowl on his face. “Jungle foot.”