Trish's Sock covered foot entering the shoe.
Cheating Death
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
spiralwriter
A powerful rumble shook the world that was the inside of Trish's shoe, momentarily relieving you of the heat and humidity of it, a vast and powerful movement from the titaness above dissipating the 'weather' to you with such an action. Unfortunately it came back in full force once the shadow looming over you only grew closer and closer. You turned around slowly to an inaudible roar that only grew louder and louder until your ears felt like popping dozens of times over.
High, high above, a sky of dirty fabric greeted you, vaguely outlined in the shape of a colossal foot miles and miles massive so eager to feel your dust-speck form underneath it. Chunks of lint and dirt comparable to landmasses crashed down as the sock-clad foot of Trish slowly came into her shoe. With the appearance of her foot, the heat and stench had all but doubled, rendering you helplessly immobile as you wheezed to fill your lungs with fresh air and scrambled to try and at least get away from unbearable heat.
A set of booms came slowly after another. First, far off in the distance, the heel of her foot slammed down into the bed of the shoe, sending a quake that you hardly noticed through your pained senses. The punk goddess began to lower parts of her foot piece by piece, now the inner portion of her foot, then the ball of it, until finally her toes hovered just above you, wiggling so readily in anticipation. You had no diea how she could even get any pleasure from this, but she was known to love torturing those smaller and weaker than her, and what about you? At your now microscopic height, you were the smallest and weakest of all.
"Enjoy the ride speck." Trish thundered high above with an ear-splitting voice. Finally, her toes began to lower likes some great oncoming walls of the apocalypse. You gazed up weakly just as a fabric strand of her wet, sweat-filled sock smacked down heavily onto you, pinning you heavily to the bottom inside of her shoe, face meeting shoe bed painfully as you were forced to breath in more of her foot stench to the point of almost passing out.
"Ah, there we go." She thundered, giving her foot another test wiggle into her shoe before feeling it firm enough. You were plastered somewhere deeply in the regions between her big and second toe, only saved by the soft moistness of her sock. Had Trish not worn her shoes so much or had such a dirty sock on, you might have been crushed and reduced to an even smaller size.
You sighed, but gagged as your entire mouth was filled with the taste of foot. A day that was supposed to be a fun time at the beach with your friend had turned into quite the disaster. You just hoped you could make it out alive, and hopefully not any more puny than you have to be.
Another vast rumble filled the air as you felt a sense of weightlessness. Trish must have lifted her foot, only for a half second later to feel the entire world tremble as she slammed her foot down, rattling your bones and filling your whole body with a sense of pain and soreness. Yup, this ride within Trish's shoe would be a long, agonizing one.
High, high above, a sky of dirty fabric greeted you, vaguely outlined in the shape of a colossal foot miles and miles massive so eager to feel your dust-speck form underneath it. Chunks of lint and dirt comparable to landmasses crashed down as the sock-clad foot of Trish slowly came into her shoe. With the appearance of her foot, the heat and stench had all but doubled, rendering you helplessly immobile as you wheezed to fill your lungs with fresh air and scrambled to try and at least get away from unbearable heat.
A set of booms came slowly after another. First, far off in the distance, the heel of her foot slammed down into the bed of the shoe, sending a quake that you hardly noticed through your pained senses. The punk goddess began to lower parts of her foot piece by piece, now the inner portion of her foot, then the ball of it, until finally her toes hovered just above you, wiggling so readily in anticipation. You had no diea how she could even get any pleasure from this, but she was known to love torturing those smaller and weaker than her, and what about you? At your now microscopic height, you were the smallest and weakest of all.
"Enjoy the ride speck." Trish thundered high above with an ear-splitting voice. Finally, her toes began to lower likes some great oncoming walls of the apocalypse. You gazed up weakly just as a fabric strand of her wet, sweat-filled sock smacked down heavily onto you, pinning you heavily to the bottom inside of her shoe, face meeting shoe bed painfully as you were forced to breath in more of her foot stench to the point of almost passing out.
"Ah, there we go." She thundered, giving her foot another test wiggle into her shoe before feeling it firm enough. You were plastered somewhere deeply in the regions between her big and second toe, only saved by the soft moistness of her sock. Had Trish not worn her shoes so much or had such a dirty sock on, you might have been crushed and reduced to an even smaller size.
You sighed, but gagged as your entire mouth was filled with the taste of foot. A day that was supposed to be a fun time at the beach with your friend had turned into quite the disaster. You just hoped you could make it out alive, and hopefully not any more puny than you have to be.
Another vast rumble filled the air as you felt a sense of weightlessness. Trish must have lifted her foot, only for a half second later to feel the entire world tremble as she slammed her foot down, rattling your bones and filling your whole body with a sense of pain and soreness. Yup, this ride within Trish's shoe would be a long, agonizing one.
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