The Titanic Teacher's Toes
Cheating Death
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
Far below, miles and miles towards the ground but coming up fast due to Mrs. Baxton's rushing nail, was her feet. Specifically, she was aiming to place you between her big and second toe It appeared to be well-kept as you got closer and closer, her toenails, as always, painted red, and her lovely feet clad in strappy black high heel pumps. Finally her nail reached it's targeted destination, and she wasn't very gentle in her approach to getting you off.
"Luke, get off my nail. Nail."Mrs. Baxton thundered from so high above, and you took a moment to pause and briefly look up. Her face seemed....astronomically far away, unrealistically far. You had to crane your neck all the way back and squint to catch the sliver of her face past her towering frame. She appeared to still be smirking. Obviously, she was enjoying this. The student that she hated the most, you, were completely at her mercy. You were a speck, a speck of a speck, and she was like god to you now. Or goddess, whatever term matched at the moment. You had a feeling that this forced time with Mrs. Baxton would be very unpleasant for you...
A violent shake awoke you from your thoughts, and you found yourself off balance as the plain made of fingernail that you were on suddenly began to tilt to a dramatic angle. You began to tumble, then freefall through the air as Mrs. Baxton completely flicked you off her nail out of impatience. Past the whistling wind around you and your own screams, Baxton's voice remained the dominant sound to your miniscule ears."You took much too long, you little brat! You should obey your superior's wishes the moment you hear them. Gracious, the young of this era...."She acted as if this was entirely your fault. You really wished you were normal-sized at the moment...even if she was your teacher, and a good seven inches taller than you, AND a female, you would've hit her. Too bad you were too meek."Y'know what....just forget it..."You spoke to yourself, dismissing the dieas of what could have been. Now, you had to worry about your current situation as you crashed into the bottom of the space between her toes. The sole of the heel was extremely cushion-y and comfy, so you didn't die on impact. But the aspects around you is what made you wish you were truly dead...not the shrinking dead, the real death, the go to heaven or hell death. And you suspected you were in hell at the moment.
There was a rumbling all around you, and the two mountainous walls that were Baxton's toes to the left and right of you, began to move and close in. You gulped and simply went limp, as there was no escaping at the moment. You were just too small. If you tried to run, Baxton would've probably laughed and mocked you further at how slow you were running. In a matter of seconds, you were trapped and smushed between the soft yet solid mountains of your math teacher's big and second toe."There we go. Just making sure you won't go anywhere, young man."She said, squeezing her toes together a bit tighter, wedging you deeper and deeper into a wrinkle...or a pore....on either toe, you couldn't tell. Being sandwhiched had all of your senses disoriented.
The only good part was the scent. You expected a horrible odor beyond belief...but the air perfumiated around you was actually decent and tolerable. The smell that wafted off of Baxton's foot was that of fresh, clean soap and foot cream.
Next, Baxton began to walk, that part not being bad either. With each step, you were jolted from the earthquakes, but her toes kept you safe and from flying away from the movement. You supposed Baxton wasn't such a bad teacher after all.
...And then you changed your mind.
Each footstep afterwards, was a mighty stomp until she reached her car, and when she got in, she pressed the gas and brakes with as much force as she could muster, sending you deeper and depper into her toes, making you taste them, forcing you to breathe in their now overwhelming smell.
As the ride ended and Baxton entered her home, you guessed your terrible journey was over once you heard a door close and her massive, godlike body plop down onto a couch with a soft, muffled boom. Baxton seperated her toes and reached down, scooping you up with her nail again, bringing you up to be in front of her displeased eye."Honestly, Luke, could you have been anymore of a pervert?!"
"....What?"You questioned once again.
"I felt you down there, kissing and rubbing yourself against my toes! All I was doing was trying to keep you in a safe and sturdy place while we traveled here...but you completely perverted it."
"Your the one who-"
She cut you off."And I'm your teacher for goodness sake, and old enough to be your mother!! I'm seriously considering making your punishment worse."
"....You mean, that little toe-snadwhich wasn't my punishment?"
"Of course not! What I really have in mind is to..."
"Luke, get off my nail. Nail."Mrs. Baxton thundered from so high above, and you took a moment to pause and briefly look up. Her face seemed....astronomically far away, unrealistically far. You had to crane your neck all the way back and squint to catch the sliver of her face past her towering frame. She appeared to still be smirking. Obviously, she was enjoying this. The student that she hated the most, you, were completely at her mercy. You were a speck, a speck of a speck, and she was like god to you now. Or goddess, whatever term matched at the moment. You had a feeling that this forced time with Mrs. Baxton would be very unpleasant for you...
A violent shake awoke you from your thoughts, and you found yourself off balance as the plain made of fingernail that you were on suddenly began to tilt to a dramatic angle. You began to tumble, then freefall through the air as Mrs. Baxton completely flicked you off her nail out of impatience. Past the whistling wind around you and your own screams, Baxton's voice remained the dominant sound to your miniscule ears."You took much too long, you little brat! You should obey your superior's wishes the moment you hear them. Gracious, the young of this era...."She acted as if this was entirely your fault. You really wished you were normal-sized at the moment...even if she was your teacher, and a good seven inches taller than you, AND a female, you would've hit her. Too bad you were too meek."Y'know what....just forget it..."You spoke to yourself, dismissing the dieas of what could have been. Now, you had to worry about your current situation as you crashed into the bottom of the space between her toes. The sole of the heel was extremely cushion-y and comfy, so you didn't die on impact. But the aspects around you is what made you wish you were truly dead...not the shrinking dead, the real death, the go to heaven or hell death. And you suspected you were in hell at the moment.
There was a rumbling all around you, and the two mountainous walls that were Baxton's toes to the left and right of you, began to move and close in. You gulped and simply went limp, as there was no escaping at the moment. You were just too small. If you tried to run, Baxton would've probably laughed and mocked you further at how slow you were running. In a matter of seconds, you were trapped and smushed between the soft yet solid mountains of your math teacher's big and second toe."There we go. Just making sure you won't go anywhere, young man."She said, squeezing her toes together a bit tighter, wedging you deeper and deeper into a wrinkle...or a pore....on either toe, you couldn't tell. Being sandwhiched had all of your senses disoriented.
The only good part was the scent. You expected a horrible odor beyond belief...but the air perfumiated around you was actually decent and tolerable. The smell that wafted off of Baxton's foot was that of fresh, clean soap and foot cream.
Next, Baxton began to walk, that part not being bad either. With each step, you were jolted from the earthquakes, but her toes kept you safe and from flying away from the movement. You supposed Baxton wasn't such a bad teacher after all.
...And then you changed your mind.
Each footstep afterwards, was a mighty stomp until she reached her car, and when she got in, she pressed the gas and brakes with as much force as she could muster, sending you deeper and depper into her toes, making you taste them, forcing you to breathe in their now overwhelming smell.
As the ride ended and Baxton entered her home, you guessed your terrible journey was over once you heard a door close and her massive, godlike body plop down onto a couch with a soft, muffled boom. Baxton seperated her toes and reached down, scooping you up with her nail again, bringing you up to be in front of her displeased eye."Honestly, Luke, could you have been anymore of a pervert?!"
"....What?"You questioned once again.
"I felt you down there, kissing and rubbing yourself against my toes! All I was doing was trying to keep you in a safe and sturdy place while we traveled here...but you completely perverted it."
"Your the one who-"
She cut you off."And I'm your teacher for goodness sake, and old enough to be your mother!! I'm seriously considering making your punishment worse."
"....You mean, that little toe-snadwhich wasn't my punishment?"
"Of course not! What I really have in mind is to..."
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