Posted Sat Jul 11, 2015 | 235 Words | Tagged story

Man I hated summer. Going out for a walk at 9pm in the evening and it’s still incredibly bright. Still, going out for a walk is better than not going out for a walk.

I saw looking into the road a pair of shoes. Walking up to them, a pair of black and red Nike Air Walk trainers. I don’t know why I was taking such an interest in them. They looked like they were a size 12, so much too big for my size 9 feet.

Still, I took off my shoes and slid my feet into them. Wriggling my toes in, the socks had become a little damp from presumably sweat from the previous owner, or something else.

They felt really nice and the damp on my feet started to tingle a little and my feet started to hurt. It felt like they were growing. I lifted a leg up, and my foot was snug in the trainer. I didn’t want to take them off though.

Slowly I felt it soak into me and float around, my muscles pulsing and growing. Then I heard something in my head. It was saying somethin, can’t think what. Sommert like fuck i’m hard like with me tracksuit on.

I looked down and saw I was wearing my grey with green striped tracksuit. Fuck yeah, I loved wearing these shoes, make me feet all nice n sweaty