This choice: Jen wiggles her toes and knocks you down between her toes • Go Back...Chapter #6Adventures of Speck Man by: Ben   If the smell had been disgusting before, it was otherworldly at this scale. The air felt syrupy, so thick with raunchy foot stink that it burned your nose and tongue and made your eyes water. The film of clammy sweat was now a thick slime of salty gunk nearly knee deep. You try to trudge through it but the drying sweat acts as an adhesive sticking you to Jen’s big toe. Looking around, you notice a few other particles of dirt also stuck to the huge appendage, most larger than yourself.
There is a blur of motion and your insignificant body is suddenly free of the sweaty mire. Unfortunately, you land right back in another one.
This time, the grooved plain of Jen’s toe has been replaced with a mind-bending landscape of flesh-colored skyscrapers rising on both sides. It quickly becomes clear you’ve landed between Jens’ big and second toe.
The smell here is somehow even worse, a sharper tang of sour vinegar hanging in the air and stinging your nose. The sweat here is fresher, more liquid, but also deeper. You find yourself up to your shoulders, and some of the repugnant, salty stuff naturally spills into your panting mouth. To make matters worse, the environment between Jen’s toes is impossibly hot and muggy.
In the hazy distance, you can see her immense toes wiggle and twitch, and watch as specks of dirt ten times your size are ground into the soggy flesh between them. After an especially vigorous wiggle, you find yourself swept up and washed onto the collecting toejam.
For several minutes, you are helplessly stuck to the dark lump of toe gunk. No matter how hard you struggle, the stickiness of the sweat keeps you bound to it. Long after you’ve given up and accepted your fate at Jen’s feet, there is a moment of disorienting motion, and you witness the terrifying sight of a black leather strap barreling toward you.
Jen is putting her shoes back on.
Thankfully, the strap stops just short of your speck of toejam, saving you from annihilation. However, as Jen begins to walk, you begin to wish it hadn’t.
Jen herself is mildly annoyed that the podiatrist failed to show. She complains briefly to the receptionist before starting the walk back home. Hell of a day not to make an appearance, she thought. I guess I’ll just live with this for a while longer.
A hell of a day it certainly was. It was the height of summer, toeing the one-hundred-degree line, and humid too. Generally not great for Jen.
And especially not great for you. Now stuck in the relative darkness imposed by Jen’s sandal strap, you have nothing to think about but the rank smell and dizzying motion. By the time Jen got home, you were on the verge of losing consciousness, and almost covered in accumulated foot gunk and dirt. Every breath was through a sputtering film of fresh sweat.
Jen removed her sandals, grinding her damp toes into the carpet. You feel almost no difference, buried as you are in toejam.
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