Your heart begins to pound heavier and heaver as you take the final steps up to the giant's smelly feet, so much that you feel like you will almost pass out as you reach your hand out to finally touch his sole. The giant's heel is surprisingly soft, yet firm. The warm, moist skin gives way to your touch as you begin to massage with both hands. You press your whole body up against the heel as you press your face into it, inhaling deeply. You are completely lost in ecstasy as you begin to lick the heel, savoring the taste on your tongue. You even reach up, peel off a piece of the peanut, which has been flattened to the heel, and eat it.
Then an idea crosses your mind. You could reach the toes if you climbed the hair on the top of the giant's foot. You race to do so and, despite a tricky climb, now find yourself sitting between the giant's big and second toes, with your arms and legs wrapped around the second toe as you smell and lick the soft, plump skin. Occasionally, the giant smiles in his sleep and wiggles his huge, powerful toes as your tiny tongue tickles him, sometimes smooshing you in the process.
All of a sudden, something seems wrong. You no longer hear snoring. You look over and sees the giant's eyes open just before you get thrown into motion as the giant swings his feet over the couch and lowers them to the ground. Everything is a blur and you cling for dear life to the giant's toe as he begins to walk. You are safe from being crushed because you are between his toes, but his footsteps are deafening to you. You think he must have to go to the bathroom to wake up so sudden, but as the foot you are clinging to is slowly lifted and inserted into one of his leather boots, without the sock, you realize he must have an outhouse. Everything is black inside the boot and you are smushed between the giant, plump toes. The smell and heat both increase ten fold in these tight quarters. You loose your grip on the sweaty toes and begin to be shifted around with every step. You find yourself under the ball of his foot, a rough callous crushing the breath out of you with every step. Just when you think you can no longer take it, you slide down under the arch, which is much softer and smoother, and therefore much more tolerable to you, and there you remain until the giant's foot slips out of the boot back in the cabin, but to your horror, you are stuck to the bottom of his foot!
You remember the peanut as the floorboards rise to meet you and you are squashed and flattened more and more to the sole of the giant's foot with every step. Luckily, being under the arch, you survive. Had you been under the heel, you would have surely been crushed.
The giant resumes his sleeping position on the couch, and in a few minutes, the open air dries out his sole enough that you fall off onto the couch cushion, realizing how lucky you are to be alive.
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