Today was Saturday. Like most American children, your cousins Lydia and Eliza were home. Being four and six respectively, the two spent this free day playing with dolls and related accessories. To them, life was good. Life was also enjoyable for Cassandra. After watching "Sex and the City" on DVR, she was feeling pretty happy. For the last half hour she could hear her daughters playing peacefully and felt like she should join them. After all, life's good when you spend time with your kids. She finished her water, turned the TV off and slid her feet into her loafers. Time for some bonding time.
You were also getting some bonding time, just in a different way. Far beneath your aunt's attention, you are lying in her soft shoe, face pressed into her heel. She hadn't taken her first step yet, and you had no idea what would happen. Would her heel crush your head to a pulp, or had the apple made it so you were safe from this pressure? With no options but to take the abuse, you closed your eyes and screamed as she began her step.
Eliza and Lydia were in the neighboring room, so it only took a few steps to get there. Being excitable little girls, they dropped what they were doing and ran up to their mother.
"MomMomMom!!!! Are you going to play with us?"
"Yes I am!" she says as she sits crossed-legged on the floor. "What are we playing?"
As the two went into explanations of the massive dollhouse drama they had set up, you were starting to wake. As soon as her heel hit the ground the first time, your face was compressed between her soft sole and the softer insole. Even with all that plushness, you couldn't take the change in pressure and lost consciousness. Then when her foot stopped pressing you as Cassie sat down, blood returned to your brain and you woke up very quickly. There isn't enough light to see, but you can still feel, and what you feel is that her foot and your former ceiling was now a wall. This gives you an opportunity. If you can curl up into a ball and shove the heel of the shoe off, you can get free from your prison (which is starting to smell).
You act quickly, curling your legs up and bracing your back against her arch. With all your might you push against the insole of the loafer and pray to God that she won't move before you finish slipping it off. God doesn't listen. Before you can even get the foot halfway out of its prison the doorbell rings. Your world shakes as you feel Cassandra move. In your current position, even a single step will be enough to break most of your bones. As the foot swings around, you send one final prayer to the big man: Please God, make it quick.
"I'll get it!" The sound of Eliza's voice comes erupting into the shoe. "Okay. Thank you." The loafer swings back to its former position, and you resume. Although the going was slow and occasional twitches interrupted your progress, you were eventually able to slip the entire shoe off. You hit the ground and the shoe hits next to you. The ground rumbles as your Aunt moves a little, looking down at her foot. She pivots on her ass to where her calf was right above you, and while still playing dolls she begins to grab at the loafer with her slender toes. Awestruck, you watch as her five digits flip the shoe right side up before inserting themselves into it. Her legs then swipe past you, nearly knocking your head off as they fold underneath their owner.
You watch the three women play for a while before what happened really gets to you. Without any help, you were able to move an object twice your size against the will of a woman hundreds of times stronger than you! "I did it. I really did it! Take that world! Life is good! Ha! Ha ha! Ha ha retch." Your fit of joy was interrupted as you spewed out the foot sweat.
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