You spend all of the following day inside Matt's shoe. All during his classes, he slowly rubs you between his toes, and after awhile, you actually start to feel good. It's sort of like a massage. And as for the smell, you seem to have gotten used to it. It's not as if you don't smell it anymore... it's just as if the world has always smelled like this, or something.
After awhile, though, you start to feel hungry. You've spent the entire day in Matt's shoe and haven't eaten a thing since before you shrunk in the first place. Struggling between the toes, you try to position yourself so that you can move yourself, hoping to be able to do something about your condition, but it's hopeless. Matt just rubs you some more and you settle right back down between his toes.
Finally, though, the pitch blackness of the shoe that you've been confined to all day flashes into bright light as Matt removes his shoe. You start to try to wriggle yourself free again, but are caught between Matt's fingers.
"Hi, Slave. I hope you enjoyed yourself tomorrow. I like you in my shoes. It feels good. We're gonna have to do this again."
Hearing this, you horrible reality of it all finally begins to come back to you, and you groan loudly. Matt apparently hears you, and frowns.
"What, you don't want to stay in my shoe all the time? You know, that disappoints me, Slave. It really does. There are a lot worse things I could do with you, you know."
Hoping to take his mind off whatever "other" things might be and take care of your own problems in the process you speak quickly, "I'm hungry! I haven't had anything to eat in more than a day!"
"Well, you could have snacked on my toenails, you know," says Matt, as he grins cruelly. You supress your groan this time, wondering if this is what you're doomed to, spending your life in this giant's smelly shoe, with only toe-nail clippings to eat, but before you know it, Matt has set down some food before you. It's really only a tiny scrap of lunchl-meat, the smallest crumb of bread, and a piece of a broken chip, but to you, it's the biggest meal you've ever seen.
As you dig into the meal, greedily, Matt says, "Did you really think I wasn't going to take care of you? No, Little Man, I want to be sure that I have you around for a long time to come..."
Later that night, Matt takes you with him to the shower to clean up, and you are grateful for the chance to relieve yourself of his feet's odor. (After spending some time out of his shoe, your senses returned to normal.) And you start to think that this might be almost barable after all. Not to say that you intend to stay that way forever or anything, but you finally start to think that you might be able to deal, so that you might have a chance to return to normal.
Just as you begin to think this, a warm stream of piss begins falling on your head from high above you. Matt has decided to amuse himself in the shower by peeing on you. You try to dodge it, but he keeps up well, and you are soon drenched in Matt's piss.
You start to try to cleanse yourself again, but before you can get too far, the water is shut off, and you are scooped back up into Matt's hand.
"Enjoy your shower?" Matt asks, but before you can answer, you are dropped into the sink. Matt begins to brush his teeth, and makes a point to spit on you at every given opportunity.
"No," you think to yourself, "This really is going to suck, a lot..."
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