You can finally catch your breath, as the colossal brunette settles into the couch above you.
Looking around, you notice that only a third of the people who grabbed her shoe originally are around you now. "Maybe some of them grabbed onto her other footwear", you think to yourself - but it's much more reasonable to assume that most of them have been flung off and killed by her casual stroll back into the house.
"This is insane", you whisper. Even though you know you have better chances of survival being in house with this goddess, that doesn't mean that you're safe in any way, shape, or form. You still had to get her attention - and the sooner the better, before another disaster strikes.
"Hey!", you yell at the blonde woman from earlier as her eyes immediately darts out to you, disoriented, "We need to get this girl's attention right now! We don't have any time to lose".
She takes a deep breath. "And how exactly do you expect us to do that?!", she yells back.
I dunno, I just.. we need to think of something and fast..", you look up at her. Your mind races to think of the best course of action to take. Looking up, you see that goddess from above pinch that blue tank top of hers and airing it out. From down here, she almost seems like an alien being from another planet - but there must be some sort of way of calling out to her. Maybe if you all could muster up the strength to yell to her in unison, that might just be strong enough for her to hear.
As you formulate your plan, you turn around to the other people over the expense of the designer shoe you're currently holding onto. feeling her toes drum from within, you realize you have very little time, if any, to get this gigantic woman to notice you. Taking a deep breath, you get ready to execute your plan – when something knocks you straight on your back.
Oh no.
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Sarah flopped onto the couch, exhausted from just a moment in the scorching sun outside.
Throwing the stack of letters onto the couch, she sighed. This was supposed to be a quiet weekend with her relaxing in front of the TV with her favorite shows, in her cool air-conditioned house. No family, no chores and certainly nothing to disturb her. And god, she hoped this would be the last of the disturbances for the next couple of days.
"It's so fucking hot...", she said as she yanked on the front of her tank top, allowing her fabric to unstick from her large breasts. She felt disgusting, even though she has just taken a shower a short time before.
Jamming one shoe behind the other, she used the front end of one shoe to slip off the other, allowing her tired feet to air out. Then, using the toes of her other foot, she pulled her other shoe and foot free of its sweaty prison.
"My feet are so stuffy", she whispered to herself. Rubbing her tired soles upon the fabric of the shoes, while brushing the leather strips in between her petite toes.
Feeling the coolness of the leather against her hot, stuffy soles felt almost divine. And the texture of the leather strips felt almost.. alive, as they brushed the toe jam and gunk from deep within the crevices of her wiggling toes.
She found herself stifling a giggle or two, as she scrolled through the different TV channels. But then thought to herself - who cares? it's not as if anyone was there to listen to her anyway.
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You are almost thrown off the shoe itself. The force of the impact is something you can only compare to a torpedo hitting a cruise ship at full speed.
"What the hell was that?!", someone yells from beneath you. "Hold on!", you yell back, unsure of what's best to do in this situation. You still believe the best course of action would be to yell at the girl, and the more of you around to do so, the better chances of you being discovered.
A deafening screech feels the air. You and others around you yell as you grit your teeth in response. The whole shoe starts vibrating left and right, threatening to throw you overboard. You hold on the fabric tightly as you see others around you lose their footing and fall onto the floor below, only to be crushed by the casual swaying of the shoe.
"What is she doing?!", the blonde manages to plea through her tear-soaked eyes. You try and yell back something, but the moment you do, the whole shoe stops. And the world sits still.
Maybe you could have been spared? Maybe she was settling in her sit and stretching out her legs to get comfortable? Whatever it was, you understood you had to take your chances, and fast.
"Listen! We need to call out to her right now! All of us together! There is very little time to lose, so on 3! Ready? One, Two..."
And the next thing you see, makes your heart stops right in its tracks.
A shadow looms above you. And the face of the brunette goddess, is replaced by a rising foot that is hundreds of times your size. It rises slowly from within the depths of the shoe you're currently holding onto, with five wiggling toes, each the size of a house, attached to the end of it. Gracefully sliding against the inner fabric of the shoes themselves, as they slide out of their prisons, accompanied by hot fumes caused by the perspiration of her skin.
You are at awe. You have seen many things in your lifetime, but never something of this size and magnitude.
Slowly, you watch as they inch back. Disappearing behind the upper part of the footwear and fall beneath her second shoe, far out of your view. You hear a second, more distant screech as you watch her tendons flex and ankle muscles tighten. But in the end, the footwear is no match for the god like foot that seeks to remove it and free its sister from its leathery shackles.
You raise up in fear, as you watch a second, glistening foot raising from the ground. Five huge, sweaty toes wiggling happily as they spread heat waves caught from deep within them.
Time stands still, as you are unsure of how to act in this bone chilling moment. But suddenly, someone catches your arm. It's the blonde girl, looking at you with the same fearful look you knew you felt deep within you.
You snap back into reality, and in a single moment of courage try to tell everyone to duck for cover immediately.
But it's already too late.
It all happened so fast.
It only takes a few short moments for the mammoth toes to overtake the sky, slowly falling onto the leathery surface of the shoe and allowing the doughy like ball of this brunette's foot to glide upon the footwear with ease.
Nearly missing you, you watch in horror as the ceiling of lightly colored foot flesh comes down upon the tens of tiny helpless people in front of you. Their screams muffled as its color reddens, as if in response to their tiny agony.
What probably takes a second or so, feels like a lifetime for you all. The tiny men and women try desperately to fight off the enormous foot, but it's no use. As the microscopic wrinkles and pores within her flesh open up to swallow them whole, their tiny hands not even felt by the being high above them. Some try to flee but are cut off as the flesh settles around them like a giant, sweaty tomb.
And then, the world stands still for only but a second, before the giantess begins to rub her tired soles upon the surface of her shoe.
The folds of flesh collapsing instantly, giving the men and women one last chance to scream out in pain before crushing them to pulp. An enormous scraping sound fills the air, as the leather rubs and grinds against the surface of the foot, exfoliating dead skin and sending small droplets of sweat every which way it can. At one point, you fear that the giant foot might find you next, but luckily, you're just far away enough to avoid its judgement, as the goddess above motions her foot back and forth, enjoying the many sensations under her sensitive flesh. Again and again. Again and again.
There's nothing much you can do other than fall to your knees and cry out in pain.
"Look!", the blonde woman lifts your head as your gaze follows her hand, pointing towards the girl's massive toes. It only takes you a moment to notice that the massive foot has ceased its constant grind and is currently changing directions mid-air, heading towards you!
Your body is thrown to the ground, mere inches below the tips of her massive toenails passing just above your head. From your vintage point, you can clearly see a few people wedged into the massive crevices of flesh between her massive toes, high above you. Your heart fills with hope that perhaps she could feel their tiny tickles, as she will raise her feet upon the table above.
However, that dream is short lived as you see these massive behemoths racing towards the shoe straps, grabbing them and shoving them deep into their smelly crevices. "Nooooo!!!", you yell as you watch in horror, as the brunette goddess rubs those straps deep into her sweaty toe crevices, removing each and every bit of toe jam there was to find. You could swear you heard her stifle a giggle or two from up above - and the thought that she might be enjoying this made you sick to your stomach.
And so, you lay there paralyzed. Bits of toe jam, gunk and too many drops of sweat raining down upon you as the being above you finishes her casual foot care routine without a care in the world. You feel small, defenseless, and deathly afraid as you realize, you have no real chance of attracting her attention. No real chance at being found. And probably no chance at leaving this place alive.
"Hey, we gotta go", you snap back, looking at the blonde woman as she slaps you across the face, "We gotta get away from her foot right now!".
You look back at her, puzzled. Her words never truly sinking in. You have no real course of action here. No real plan. In this hysteria of yours, our mind feels completely blank.
Can you somehow think of a way out of this foot hell?
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