Mel was a very attractive 18 year old high school senior, who was also a cheerleader, track runner, and volleyball player. She was for the most part a good girl, except she could never quite figure out whenever she got her shoes muddy she would feel a slight bit turned on. The more and more she did it, the more and more it turned her on. It grew to the point that she would deliberately find puddles in the football field after games and walk through them in her flip flops, loving the way the mud grabbed the flip flop away from her and how the mud felt on her toes when it sunk down deep. She never however wanted to get her sparkling new leather Asics cheerleading shoes dirty; after all, you can't cheer in dirty shoes. After a while, the flip flops didn't give her as much of a rush, so she started wearing her white New Balance 442's into the mud. She loved how the dirty water rushed into them the first time she plunged them in, and how they squished under her feet as she walked on home. They became more and more brown, and she kept getting new pairs of them to have her fun with. Slowly and surely, she wanted more and more to hit her ultimate target: those virgin white cheer shoes. But she couldn't...or could she?

She was sitting in her room alone one Saturday night in November, thinking about how she had cheered her last football game in high school. Feeling a bit sad, she decided to put on her cheer practice clothes for old times sake. A nice white t-shirt tied up in the back to make it tight, short black shorts, and her Asics. She was looking at herself in the mirror when she thought to herself "I love these shoes, but I never have to wear them in public again, plus I have my backup pair. These are getting totally trashed, NOW." Being November in the midwest US, conditions outside aren't exactly the most conducive to mudding, so she had to find some other way to torture her shoes. She ran excitedly down to the refrigerator, where she pulled out every sauce she could find. She emerged from the door with chocolate, caramel, BBQ sauce, ranch dressing, custard, and an old bottle of mustard. Next she visited the pantry, where she selected a bottle of maple syrup and a can of baked beans. She didn't think the shoes would make it to see another day, so she grabbed a box cutter and a pair of scissors to finish them off after. She then grabbed a stool, put it in the bathtub, and sat down, surveying all of the substances about to be in and on her poor shoes. She took them off and said her goodbyes.

Her hands shaking, she picked up the can of spaghetti, pulled back the ring, took off the lid, and sat there a moment. "Should I really ruin these perfectly white shoes like this?" Her question was answered though, when a drop of spaghetti sauce fell from the can when she tipped it too far and landed right on the tongue, rolling down the tongue and finally stopping on a lace. "Well, I can't wear them now!" She thought, and she proceeded to turn the can over into the left shoe. The spaghetti made loud plopping noises as it poured in, making Mel giggle a bit. She emptied the can into the right shoe, then looked around, as if to see if anyone was watching. When she was certain it was safe to continue, she picked up the bottle of maple syrup. Flipping off the lid, she picked up the still-clean right shoe and filled it to the brim with the maple syrup. "It smells like pancakes!" She thought to herself. Surveying what she had done so far, she began to feel a bit guilty for ruining these perfect shoes. Her guilt was quickly overcome by joy, however, when she decided she wanted to put the shoes on with all the mess inside. She plunged her white-and-pink no show socks down into the left spaghetti-filled shoe, moaning a bit as the juice soaked into her sock. She continued to push her foot in until it was all the way in. The juice was pouring out from the tongue, covering the toe and the blue striping on the sides. She wiggled her toes a bit, and moaned louder at the squishing noise it made. Not to leave anyone out, she pushed her right foot into the maple syrup, moaning again at the noise it made. She was so turned on, she couldn't believe it. After squishing around a bit, she picked up the bottle of chocolate, and began pouring it all over the laces. It ran down the side. mixing with the spaghetti and syrup, creating a growing messy puddle around the bottom. Next was the caramel. All over the shoes it went. "The insides need some more attention" she thought, and she pulled her red and brown stained socks out of them. The insides looked like someone had painted them, the left was stained red with squished spaghetti lining the insole, and the right was totally brown with syrup covering every inch of the shoe. She picked up the ranch dressing and poured it into the left shoe, mixing with the red and spaghetti to make a disgusting-smelling concoction inside. She picked up the custard, and poured it into the right one next. Putting on her old pair of black and pink Adidas sandals that she wore around the house (and just happened to be within reach in the bathroom) she stepped on top of the shoes. The shoes crushed down, and all the substances came together, covering what little white was left. She moaned even louder, at this point she was rubbing herself through her shorts. She pushed down with her sandals which created an extra-loud squishing noise, and she screamed in pleasure as she gave herself the first orgasm of the event.

She decided the shoes had seen enough, and turned on the water. After washing off her sandals, she put the cheer shoes back on, to the same squishing noises. Putting them under the water, she felt that familiar rushing feeling, which made her moan again. She washed off the outsides first, watching as the mixture of substances flowed down the drain. She took them off and filled them up with water and dumped out the insides the best she could. After a few repetitions of this process, the insides were as clean as they were going to be. The laces were stained a dark brown from the chocolate. The left shoe was stained red inside, and the right one brown. She had successfully trashed her first pair of shoes, and she loved it. But her job wasn't quite over yet.

Picking up the scissors, she decided to finish the job she had started. She began cutting away at the laces, which with every cut snapped back, revealing the still-stained brown tongue. After both laces had been cut away, she retrieved the box cutters. Hesitating a bit, she forced the blade through the leather in between the stripes on the side, moaning again in the process. She pushed the blade towards the toe, finally creating a 4 inch rip in the leather. She started on the other side, this time putting the blade right on the stripe at the back of the shoe and cutting right along it on its' downward slope towards the toe. She repeated this for each stripe on the side, so that the leather began popping out, creating large holes in the side. Noting how long and tedious this process is, she decided to go with a faster approach.

It was not a cold day, but it was slightly cool outside. After washing off her feet, she threw on a pair of her New Balance 442's, grabbed the remnants of her cheer shoes, and took them outside. Running back in the house, she grabbed a bottle of lighter fluid, matches, and a bottle of water. She soaked the cheer shoes in fluid, and put them in the fire pit. Lighting a match, she thought to herself "thanks for the memories" and she dropped the flaming stick inside the untouched shoe, engulfing it in flames. She just sat and watched the flames lick away at the leather, spreading to both shoes, and ultimately eating them away to just the soles. She put out the fire, and picked them up, admiring how fast the fire turned them to ash. She threw away the remnants, put away her supplies, and returned to her room. She kicked off her New Balance into her closet, then stopped and looked around for a minute. 4 pairs of New Balance, another pair of Asics cheer, an old pair of Nike Staminas, 3 pairs of Shox, a pair of brand new Dual Fusions, 3 pairs of Mizunos, a pair of Asics running shoes, 2 pairs of brown suede clogs, Uggs, 3 pairs of mocassins, 2 pairs of black bow flats, a pair of silver heeled sandals, and 5 or 6 pairs of Adidas and Nike sandals were the contents. She wondered to herself what her next move would be, and giggled a bit as she texted her best friend to tell her all about what happened.