Matt's head still ached from Kellie's dance routine. He was thankful to be alive, even of he noticed he was still in Kellie's shoe. "At least she's not wearing it." He groaned pushing to his feet.
Making his way to the heel cup Matt looked out and recognized he was still in Samantha's room. He didn't realize how quiet it was until he heard footfalls approaching.
The door swung open and the two giantesses returned. Matt saw Samantha towering above the shoe. She devoured a handful of chips before falling out of sight. Her bed squeaked in protest.
A moment later Kellie appeared above the shoe. "Shit." Matt said as her unpainted toes slammed down on the heel of the shoe crushing the fabric.
Matt cowered away as her toes slowly wiggled forward as she talked. "I should probably get home." She said, her foot shooting forward.
Matt was overwhelmed as his sister's meaty sole inched over him. He had been knocked under her arch before her heel popped in place.
Her weight presses down, but not enough. Each step she took pressed his face into her flesh. Kellie took her time casually strolling home.
By time she walked through the front door Matt was drenched in sweat. Mostly Kellie's. She kicked the shoes off at the door, sending Matt tumbling out.
He was left on the cold ground as she moved away. He couldn't believe he survived that trip. He was just thankful to be home. Where he could hopefully get to the antidote.
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