'I'M GOING TO SHRINK YOU EVEN SMALLER.' She laughs, and you feel a sensation of dread wash over you. 'YOU ARE GOING TO BE NO BIGGER THAN A SPEC OF DIRT AND YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE BETWEEN MY BIG, PRETTY TOES.' She laughs again, loving the situation. You yell up to her, beg her to stop, but she can't hear you. 'YOU SHOULD THANK ME FOR THAT, I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO CHARGE YOU RENT.'
Her giant fingers then swoop down and pluck you effortlessly up, bringing you to her huge face. She then blanaces your form on the tip of her finger. 'GET READY.' She tells you and you feel that tingling sensation again. Within moments everything around you has shot up to even bigger, monstrous proportions. Her finger tip, now the land beneath you, is bigger than a football feild, the lines of her finger print ankle deep. Before you her face, once beautiful and menacing, is too big to comprehend.
'LETS GET YOU MOVED IN MY LITTLE TOEJAM.' She says, her voice like booming thunder all around you. Everything becomes a blur as the giant finger on which you stand moves. Then a giant, skin coloured wall appears in front of you.
Claire smiles as she stuffs her finger into the web of skin between her fourth and little toes, seeing the balck spec that was her brother dissapear into the folds. She withdraws the finger and giggles, seeing the tiny black spec stuck helplessly in the crevice. Wiggling her toes she is happy to see that he stays put.
'HOW'S THE NEW ACCOMIDATION MY LITTLE SPECK OF DUST.' You hear the giant bellow down. In truth, it was scary. You were stuck fast to the flesh between her toes, a tiny dot on the sheer face. The two, incomprehensible toes wrapped around you, bigger than you could imagine. The smell of her feet was everywhere, it was your atmosphere, and you couldn't move a muscle. Jsut stay there, pressed face first between her huge toes. This was domination beyond compare and, God help you, a part of your felt excited.
'I'M GOING TO BE WEARING MY SOCKS AND RUNNING SHOES FOR THE NEXT HOUR, AND THEY WILL PROBABLY MAKE MY FEET SWEAT. HOPE YOU DON'T DROWN IN IT.' She giggles. 'AND I MIGHT EVEN ASK MOM IF I CAN KEEP YOU LONGER. I LIKE HAVING YOU LIVE BETWEEN MY TOES.'
With that your world grows dark as her giant sock is slid one. You feel your world move around but you can do nothing, not even move.
Once her shoes were on her feet, she walked around a little, concentrating, trying to feel the presence of you. But it was no use, she'd made you too small. She could feel you no more than a tiny peice of dirt on her foot. Which was fitting. So she decided to go for a walk around the neighbourhood, to see what trouble she could cause and work up a sweat on her feet...just for you.
As she walked the stuffy heat, and smell of her feet grew stronger and stronger, baking you like an oven and forcing the stink everywhere. The skin grew moist and you felt that, if you tried, you could prize yourself from her toe flesh. Then you would be free. It would take a lot of effort but you think you could do it. Then again, you would then be lost in the expanse of her sweat sock - maybe you would never be found again. Was it worth the rist. On would you prefer to stay on this goddess' aromatic foot?
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