You decide you will risk it and get your pleasure now. You wait for an opportunity to get underneath, and you bolt for it. You end up right under the ball of her foot, and you smell a strong smell. She's been walking a lot, you say, because that smell is sweat. It took a while to pinpoint, because at your size, it smells ten times worse than normal. Vannessa plays with the sandal more, trapping you there. You don't mind, since the sandal its soft, and she isn't standing yet. But right as you think that, her foot starts to move differently, and then you feel the weight of a hundred tons press down on you. Strangely, you don't die from that. When you shrunk, you must have gotten some resistance to pressure. You thank that, for you can now enjoy some more of this. You were pushed forward, and now you are underneath her gigantic, beautiful, bitter-sweet smelling toes. Her toes seem to feel you, like she's trying to see what you are. Oh no, you think, she feels me. She might think you're a bug. She might crush you, and at your size, you'd be crushed into paste.
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