You scream as you fall at an almost 90 degree angle to toe section of Matt's slip-on. He brings his foot back down, sealing you without warning between his big and second toe. Though you can barely see, you can feel and smell your new neighbors.
Matt's massive toes are angelically soft... but stink like nothing else! And you can feel globs of semi-solid toejam, one almost as big as you, sharing your toe-flesh prison with you. Matt seems to be more comfortable now as he lifts his foot again!
At least this time you're not being tossed around. Tightly sealed between Matt's mighty, sweaty toes as he keeps walking, you begin to adjust to his canter and the timing of his steps. The gargantuan soft appendages surrounding you pound away at the shoe, the floor... and now you.
It seems like an eternity before he sits down and stops walking. From what little you can hear, he's in a car. There is another voice, one you don't recognize, but you can't exactly make out the words, even of your captor. He flexes his toes idly in his shoe, squeezing you like a little stress toy. Your eyes bulge and it knocks the air from your lungs.
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