Mom's Slipper: A Permanent Resident
Billy grunted in pain as the firm ceiling of warm flesh bore down on him with uncaring, unknowing force. His tiny body sank further into the filth-encrusted surface of the slipper's insole, causing the mangy fluff around him to push up and threaten to cover him entirely. As his body was squeezed tighter and tighter, the ball of his giant's mom foot began to mold itself over and around his face, burying his nose and mouth into an unstoppable avalanche of grody foot flesh. The pressure forced the poor boy's mouth open, and Billy began to twitch and convulse in agony as a sweaty wrinkle pushed inside, making him sharply aware of what his mother's foot tasted like.
Sealed in darkness, Billy cried as the world shook and quaked around him. He could hear the sounds of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor, of dishes clinking... his family was beginning breakfast. He could make out flashes of the conversation, of Kati wondering where he was, and them speculating that he may have left early. They were all blissfully unaware of the mortal danger he was in.
Suddenly, his mom's foot began to retreat, dragging the ball across his face the entire time. Billy sputtered and choked as the arc beneath her toes loomed above. The smell here was worst of all, but Billy had no time to consider that or empty his stomach as his mom's big toe rose up and slammed into his face. He wailed as it lifted up and slammed down again. And again. And again.
Patricia was absent-mindedly tamping the irregularity in her slipper down, trying to mash it back into the insole.
Billy screamed for help as her toe brutally slammed into him over and over, sinking him into the bog-like insole. By the time the time the assault was over, only one of his eyes and his mouth were left exposed. The rest of his body was completely buried in the filth and trash in her slipper and he couldn't move at all. As the toes writhed at the entrance of the slipper, Billy began to panic as he imagined his mom walking around wondering where was, all the while trampling him beneath her. He imagined sinking into her slipper for good, his body never found, his mom's foot odor overpowering the smell of his decomposing body...
Billy couldn't help but break down into a sobbing mess as the toes reared up again, and the foot began to move back into the slipper...
Sealed in darkness, Billy cried as the world shook and quaked around him. He could hear the sounds of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor, of dishes clinking... his family was beginning breakfast. He could make out flashes of the conversation, of Kati wondering where he was, and them speculating that he may have left early. They were all blissfully unaware of the mortal danger he was in.
Suddenly, his mom's foot began to retreat, dragging the ball across his face the entire time. Billy sputtered and choked as the arc beneath her toes loomed above. The smell here was worst of all, but Billy had no time to consider that or empty his stomach as his mom's big toe rose up and slammed into his face. He wailed as it lifted up and slammed down again. And again. And again.
Patricia was absent-mindedly tamping the irregularity in her slipper down, trying to mash it back into the insole.
Billy screamed for help as her toe brutally slammed into him over and over, sinking him into the bog-like insole. By the time the time the assault was over, only one of his eyes and his mouth were left exposed. The rest of his body was completely buried in the filth and trash in her slipper and he couldn't move at all. As the toes writhed at the entrance of the slipper, Billy began to panic as he imagined his mom walking around wondering where was, all the while trampling him beneath her. He imagined sinking into her slipper for good, his body never found, his mom's foot odor overpowering the smell of his decomposing body...
Billy couldn't help but break down into a sobbing mess as the toes reared up again, and the foot began to move back into the slipper...
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June 10, 2023
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