The temptation was far too great for you. The titanic woman before you was as stated before... cute. And you were not a man of restraint (it's a serious problem, but after the tragedy there were few outlets for people such as yourself. When's the last time you saw foot related magazines?) Aside from that it isn't as though you were doing anything too terrible. You were sure that even should you be found by the school girl she would not be irate with you... perhaps wierded or grossed out a little.
And so you made your way towards the enlarged girl. Her black socks beckoning your presence within them. Pristinely white carpet plains made up a majority of your trek, however upon reaching the dining area a new landscape emerged from beneath the course floor. Toffee and chocolate checkered tiles came into view. Shiny as the day they were installed you presumed, and yet this just rose the question: why was it so clean? After all, the first and only person you've seen thus far was a high school girl. She must be a clean freak or have a lot of time on her hands.
Coming to a stop a few inches (to you) from her foot, you finally realized just how small you had become. Your head was just short of reaching her ankle. Despite this fact and your slight weariness from the journey to the table, you decide to begin climbing her sock. Slipping your fingers through the interwoven mesh of threads making up her kneehigh's you made your way up her leg. It was around the half way point that something unexpected happened. She stood up.
Clasping onto the sock as if you were a breed of tick, you were put into the rhythmic motion of her steps. She made her way to the sink as to wash the dish she had just dirtied. You slowly and carefully reached your arms upwards in alternation, finding foot holds in the tailor workings of the black monolith. Making sure you held on for dear life as the running water stopped, the pendulums that were her lesg moved once more. This time toward the couch in the living room. A journey that would take you a hour or more was made to look like child's play.
Making herself comfortable she say on the couch and opened an outdated magazine. Finally you could continue toward your goal. And with no difficulty you reached the top. You now had but one thing to do, slip into the sock. Luckily you could sit upon he knee due to her sitting on the couch. And since she was occupied with reading she didn't see you. Reaching down and pulling the cloth away from the leg it had been skin tight against, you jumped into the black hole. The problem was that once inside the cloth slammed back into place, making it impossible to fall further towards the feet. You were pressed firmly between her finely shaved leg and a cottony prison...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.09 seconds at 10:51pm on Nov 26, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
