The shrill rebuke of the giantess store manager rang in your ears, but you couldn’t be more thankful. For some unknown reason, her sudden appearance had abruptly stopped the descent of the horrifying gigantic sole positioned above your helpless body. Just a few more seconds and you might’ve been subjected to a lifetime trapped under this giant girl’s horribly overworked feet.
Suddenly, the gigantic Latina foot that had been hovering above you dove back into the shoe. You watched in horror from outside as the fabric stretched and groaned while she wriggled and dug her massive sweating toes into the massive shoe. You didn’t even want to begin to imagine the horrors that would’ve awaited you had you been dragged into the stinking fabric cavern along with them.
Taking your chance, you sprung to your feet and tried running for the store manager in hopes of a safe haven. But before you made it even a centimeter, the familiar putrid brownish white flat SLAMMED down in front of you, blocking your path and obscuring you from the manager’s view.
You turned on your heel in an attempt to navigate around your would-be owner’s foot. Bet before you could take another step the massive shoe plowed into you, sending your tiny body flying into a pile of clothing that had yet to be hung up for display.
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”Uhhh sorry ma’am! I was just scratching an itch on my foot. It won’t happen again!” Maria lied.
”Hmmmmm… it had better not. Now come with me, we just got some new merchandise that needs to be unloaded and put on display asap!”
Maria took one more longing glance at the pile of clothing that you had just flown into, then reluctantly trodded away with the store manager, hopeful that she could come back and find her free tiny insole once the manager was off her back.
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You awoke in a dimly lit, multicolored maze of fabric so soft, it felt like you were sleeping on a literal cloud. As your mind began to work its way out of the daze of the impact, you had a sudden shock of realization. The multi color styling and the insanely soft fabric, along with the depth of the soft fibers. You knew you had been sent soaring into some pile of clothing, and there was only one thing that would be sold in a store like this with these kind of features…
Fuzzy socks! The type girls LOVED to wear all over the place in the winter time to keep their feet warm and cozy. And you were currently inside one! You knew it was only a matter of time before someone came and hung these up where it would be impossible to escape. So with a jolt, you began scrambling against the thick fibers in an attempt to escape their confinement.
You had just about made it to the mouth of the sock, when suddenly a monolithic white finger poked into the sock and clasped around it, dragging it into the air and sending you plummeting back down into the toe section.
Through the dazzlingly bright mouth of the dangling sock, you could see the bored face of some teenager wearing the store uniform. You desperately started shouting up at her, and even tried climbing the fabric to reach her fingers, but it was no use. Without even looking down, she had folded the mouth of your imprisoning sock over another of the same color theme, trapping you inside, before laying it on a shelf with the others.
You screamed for help and clawed against the fabric. But it was pointless. Before long, the stocking girl had finished her work and left, leaving you alone in the sock, just waiting for some customer who needed a cozy garment to keep her feet warm in the winter cold.
Hours passed slowly. One neighboring pair of socks after another was plucked up by unassuming customers, until finally, it was your turn…
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