You pull yourself together and go to class

You don't know if you're actually cursed, or if the smell of feet has rendered you into a drooling idiot who can't take his nose out of shoes, but part of you wants to stay here forever, sniffing this shoe and groping yourself until you die. However, you know that's wrong. Besides, this is a _guy's _shoe. You manage to peel yourself away from the shoe, toss it down, and quickly exit before you feel compelled to shove your face back into it.

The first thing you notice as you step outside is that it's unseasonably warm. The second thing you notice is that almost everyone on campus is wearing open-toed shoes. You feel compelled to stare at everyone's feet as you try to hastily make your way to class. Not only do you have a very noticeable tent in your pants, it's making walking very uncomfortable.

You make it to your class and take a seat. Of course, almost everyone around you is wearing flip-flops, and they're all unconsciously giving you a show with their feet: scrunching their soles, splaying their toes, and rubbing their feet together. You have no hope of catching a word of the lecture, as your full attention is demanded by the feet of your classmates.

The only person not wearing flip-flops in your class is the goth girl sitting right behind you. Her black hair was tied up in twin pigtails, and her attire consisted of a shirt for an obscure band you've never heard of, a black skirt that reaches just above her knees, and thick black boots.

You thought you'd be spared from at least one pair of feet in your class, until you heard a loud _ziiiiiiiip _echo through the room. Soon after, the eye-watering stench of stuffy leather boots filled the room. The **** musk almost caused your dick to bust right through your pants. You gripped your seat tightly, fearing that you would get up and shove your face into the goth girl's boots.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, the goth girl propped her big feet right on your shoulders! You bit your lip as she wiggled her toes adorned with slightly-chipped black nail polish. Your dick throbbed in rhythm with her wiggling. You could see bits of boot lint between her toes as they spread out, and you felt a mighty urge to lick them off. You spun your head around the class, hoping that _anyone _else could see what was going on, but nobody, not even the professor, paid you or the goth girl any mind. Even the goth girl herself seemed disinterested, as if this was perfectly natural.

The goth girl's toes poked at your mouth, daring you to lick them. You couldn't help but take deep breaths at the toes just beneath your nose. The mere act caused a bit of precum to leak from the tip of your aching cock. You've almost reached your breaking point: you must either acquiesce and indulge in your sudden foot fetish, or flee and hope you can escape the allure of feet all day.