Dani's heart - wherever it happened to be located now that her body was a flattened little piece of putty on the sole of Bobby's bare foot - stopped when she heard the giant's now deeper and more commanding voice say, "Dani?" Had he spotted her? Pain was still coursing through her body, but the hope that she wouldn't have to endure being stepped on again began to spread a tingling warmth that...
...Now Dani's stomach was turning upside down. Bobby's foot was lowering toward the ground once more. He was walking, she realized, and only called out her name as he didn't see her around the room. Dani would cry, or scream, or just... just something, if her face wasn't flat against the underside of Bobby's sole.
She felt herself rushing downward, once more toward the carpet. Despite not having working muscles, she felt tense, and all at once Bobby's foot slammed into the floor, pain shooting through her as she spread out even more across his sole. The motions were quicker now, and her next flight through the air, a cold wind rushing past her, was cut short as Bobby's mountain of a foot forced her down into the carper under his warm flesh. He kept walking, pounding her against the floor a few more times as she felt herself compress more and more, causing more and more pain, until finally he left the living room and entered the kitchen.
Dani wasn't ready for what it would feel like for Bobby's foot to lower onto her in the kitchen, on the tile. His foot slammed down and was greeted by a cold, hard expanse, his flesh spreading onto her - and spreading her out across it - with seemingly ten times the weight, and she felt every last bit of her flatten completely, seemingly razor thin, as Bobby's weight rolled across her.
She felt a sucking as his foot began to relax it's weight, ready to lift again, and realized that part of her was sticking to the tile now, which might mean that she would be free of his foot...