You hear the thunderess footsteps of Shir as she slowly reaches up to your position. You turn around as quickly as possible and start running through the sand towards the chair, which is only about a few steps away from you - but at your current position, seems like the journey of a lifetime.
You run hard and fast, as your feet sink into the sand below you. Although you are small, the grains are still small enough to sink under your weight. You start yelling: "Come on, come on!!!", as you take one look behind and see the most amazing sight you have ever seen - Shir's massive foot raising from the ground, about to take another step. The grains of sand fall from her flesh as it flexes in the heat of the sun, the giant toes grind against each-other up and down, as if to call: "Come here, little man - we won't hurt you", and the sweat that drips from her huge sole glimmers in the light from above. It's a beautiful sight, but as you snap to your senses - you understand that unless you run under that chair, those toes could mean your death - so you turn your head away and dig your feet into the hot sand as you run away as fast as you can.
Ten steps later, and you're already exhausted. Your breath is heavy and your sight is blurry - but the foldable chair's shadow already covers you. You are so near, so you crack a smile and contine your steps - one, two, three.. soon enough you will come to a rest. As you reach it, you grab the one of the small metal bers that hold the chair in place, and bend down so you could catch your breath again. It's great - the cool breeze blowing around you, the shadow covering your body and the small grains of sand that are falling on your head. Small.. grains of sand? "that doesn't make any sense", you think to yourself as you look up, and cower next to the metal bar in fear - the huge sole of Shir's massive foot is covering your sight. The toes wiggle above your head and before you even have time to do anything - they charge at you, or the metal bar in fact. The big and second toes charge at you, head on - as they collide with your tiny body. You are being mashed into the skin between the two giant toes as they wiggle in excitement. You're completely taken over by fear - as you push the smelly flesh with your hands, as many drops of sweat overflow your mouth. You begin to gag, and just before you think it can't possibly get any worse - it all stops. The two giant toes lay still to the sides of you, and as your senses come back to you - you feel this cool feeling upon your back, as if it's some kind of a cold wall you're being smashed into. It feels nice and relaxing, and as you look behind you to see exactly what it is, your eyes widen - it's the metal bar, as the spot between the two gigantic, smelly, sweaty toes are being pressed into it. And just as it all comes into place, and you begin to understand what Shir is about to do, you hear her voice booming from above, as her eyes focus on that little metal bar: "Ohhh... it feels soooooo gooooood".
And just like that, the toes start wiggling against that little metal bar. The hot toes try and cool themselves against the cool metal surface and also dry that sweat that's been building up between them - and for you, it's a living hell. The sweat keeps you in place, as the hot flesh moves all around you - forcing your face deep into it, smelling it and feeling it rub against you. You try to wiggle yourself free, but everytime you do - Shir just rubs the skin between her toes harder and harder. She must think you're some kind of dirt and sand grains being stuck together by her sweat - and she's just trying to take you apart. As she does it, you can hear her moaning from up above - this must be heaven for her.
Suddenly, the toes make a dramatic turn. Before you can even respond, your right leg is caught between the metal bar and her second toe, and a second later, the wiggling resumes - and you hear a cracking sound. "AHHHHHH!!!!!", you yell in pain as your leg snaps before your eyes, and before you even start crying - the skin mashes itself against you, pushing you hard into the metal bar, as it rubs you up and down. She's applying more force into the rubbing, as it feels good for her - there's no other explanation.
The flesh is pressed hard into your little face - keeps you from screaming, from crying - and almost entirely of breathing. You can hear grinding all around you as the toes assault the little metal bar, and keep pushing the plump skin with your hands and kicking it with your feet.. well, foot. It's a living hell..
But the real question is - what happens next?
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