Margot placed her foot on what she believed to be a revolting bug that had somehow gotten into her home and landed on her nose. She pressed the ball of her foot down on the creature and applied more and more pressure until she was satisfied that it was snuffed out, before continuing on with her day as if it never happened.
From your perspective, your entire field of vision became the tanned, textured, smooth skin of the bottom of Margot's massive foot. Like a deer in headlights, you just stood there in awe and took the brunt of it. Her sole smashed into you and you disappeared between it and the hard, white floor of the massive, million-dollar kitchen. Your face, and whole body for that matter, is smooshed into the stank, slick skin on the bottom of her foot.
All that you could taste and smell was her foot; it had taken over all of your senses and it wouldn't relent. Every time you thought there couldn't be more weight pressing down on you, that you couldn't possibly be further smushed any further into her sole, Margot just nonchalantly pressed down more. Any bug would've popped by now but, although you could feel all the pressure, your body wasn't faltering. As far as Margot was concerned, though, you were exterminated.
The enormous actress strolled through her home to her bedroom where she began to strip her loungewear from her body; if only you could see it. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck to the bottom of Margot's foot and relentlessly beaten by every other apathetic step she took. Once Margot was wearing nothing at all, she got out her workout clothes and began to slip into them. Tight jogging bottoms and a white vest, then the socks.
She sat down on the end of her bed and slid her feet into a short, white sock each without even thinking. For you, though, still stuck to the sole of her foot, you were sent into near-enough darkness and made to hug the damp skin even tighter as the fabric taut you against it, and it would only get warmer and danker. Now there was no way you were going to be able to break free from her foot, at least until she gets undressed after working out, which means you would have to suffer through Margot's entire gym session beneath her.
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