This choice: She won't wake up! Squeezing continues! • Go Back...Chapter #5Jamie and mary's toes in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G by: Bossanova   Jamie couldn’t see a thing. It was so dark under the covers that all he could make out was that he was trapped under the arch of her second and third toes. While you couldn’t see much, you could still smell a lot. Your sister didn’t have the worst feet but she definitely didn’t shower regularly either. At least she hadn’t gotten them all sweaty yet. In addition to the absolutely atrocious smell he could also feel things. The ridges on her toes and balls of her foot were huge. At this size you could even see the dirt in between them gathered from her bug hunting adventures. Hopefully, you wouldn’t become yet another insect squashed under her. You attempted with all of your might to push your sister’s toes away from you but it felt like the more you tried the more she squeezed you. It was almost as if she knew you were there and she was tormenting you.
All of a sudden, you were violently shaken by Mary’s foot, and then again, she was tossing and turning. “Oh no” you thought. She would only shake like this in her sleep if she had a particularly bad dream. This couldn’t be good. Mary clenched you tighter than before. Her boa constrictor toes left you struggling for air and when you did breathe back in, it was just her foot stench. This went on for several minutes but it felt like forever. You weren’t sure you were going to make it but then she suddenly went still. Thank god it was finally over. Light washed over you as Mary yanked of the blankets and sat up in a cross-legged position. “Jamie, I just had the worst nightmare. Carla was there, but she was huge and chasing us with her big stinky feet and - where are you?” From your position you could see her face blocked out slightly by her huge thigh. She was still groggy but confused as to your whereabouts. “Where did you go jamie? What’s this thing on my feet?”
Mary moved her left leg out of the way and put her hands on either side of the foot to bring you closer to her face. You could see her dimples becoming more pronounced as she squinted her eyes to get a better view. “Is that… Is that you Jamie?” You tried your best to wave your arms and shout “I'm here Mary” to get her attention. The look on her face turned from one of confusion to one of surprise as her mouth and eyes went wide with excitement. “Oh my god! Why are you so small? And why were you in between my toes?” Her voice boomed down at you like a megaphone. “I don't know what happened. I tried to wake you by tapping your toes but you just grabbed me with them and started squishing me under the sheets in your sleep.” She wiggled her toes a bit, squeezing you in the process and said “Yeah right, I bet you're lying because you're too embarrassed to say that you like my feet.” You became disgusted by this statement and shouted “Gross! I'd never like your feet! I only did it because I thought it would be the best way to wake you up.” Mary rolled her eyes and said “Excuses, excuses Jamie. When will you learn that lying only gets you in trouble. Now kiss my toes.” “Never!” “Why not? I mean you're already so close to them, and they love you so much.” Mary then started clenching her toes open and closed, each time saying “mwah mwah” to imitate kissing. “See? They love you. Now love them back Jamie.” “I'm not going to kiss your gross toes Mary, I'd rather smell Carla’s after ballet practice.” Mary made this sad pouty face and said “Awww, now you made them sad. In that case your wish is my command Jamie.” Before you had a chance to say anything your sister scrunched up her toes so much that you were in complete darkness and completely enveloped. Next came a huge thud. And then again. She was walking but where to could not be in your favor.
After your sister was finished slamming you with her toes (you were pretty sure she was hurting you on purpose), they opened up and you experienced free fall. Once you came to your senses you could smell an unbearable yet familiar stench from all around you. Crap, You knew why it smelled familiar. You were in Carla's ballet slipper. You looked up all you could see was your mountain of a sister with a smile on her face. She got down on her hands and knees said “This is what happens when you don't treat my toes with respect Jamie. I know that you probably didn't mean what you said before, but you should have been more careful. Maybe this will make you more grateful after Carla's ballet lesson. If it does I promise I'll be nicer to you next time you want to play with my little piggies.” Mary stood up to her full height and brought her foot over the slipper wiggling her “piggies”. Mary waved and said “Don't have to much fun down there “little” bro. Just think of this as my early birthday presnt to you in the form of an adventure. Bye!” After that your sister walked away, each step shaking the ground beneath you but descending in force as she left. Looking around you there was no chance of escape. You could climb out the top but the shoe is several times your height. However, if you remember correctly then you once overheard Carla complaining about a hole in one of her slippers. You began searching for this hole, hoping you were in the right slipper.
You marveled at your surroundings. If you were regular size this shoe could be held in your hand, but at this size it took you a while just to walk across the width of the sole. You were nearing the end of the shoe and thinking all hope was lost when you step in something wet. After taking a step back and crouching to get a better look you come to the gross realization that this was Carla's sweat. Yuck, what was a single drop of sweat to Carla has become for you a puddle big enough to step in. Suddenly, the puddle vibrates a little and then a little more. You start to feel like you're in that scene from Jurassic Park when you realize you might not be too far off. “Alright Catherine, I'll be ready for ballet practice just as soon as I can find my slippers.” Crap, it was Carla, and judging by her booming steps she was getting closer and closer. You start bolting for the edge of the shoe, hoping to find your fabled escape route. “There they are, I thought I'd never find them.” The ground beneath you shifts as Carla lifts her slipper into the air. You fall forward rapidly and slam into the toe section. Once you gather your bearings you find no exit to speak of, but above your head is something much more frightening. You could see two thumbs curling around the opening of the shoe to stabilize it and a big white sock coming down. You shouted and begged for your sister to stop but it was no use. The sock kept coming at full speed and slammed into your body. You heard a muffled “I'm ready Cathy!” From outside. The shoe hit the floor and you were once again in the dark and trapped with one of your sisters’ feet.
If being held hostage by Mary's toes was an endless nightmare, then Carla's ballet practice was nothing. Sessions usually go on for an hour and a half at least, but Carla was a good student so she would put in extra time to practice. This was especially true as she had a recital coming soon. Most sound was blocked by Carla's sock but at times you could hear her instructor and she was relentless. The worse parts were when she told the dancers to stand on their toes and Carla was forced to put her full weight on you. The only solace you could find in this torture you were experiencing was that sometimes the smell would get so bad that you blacked out and missed some of the pain. That was until Carla stood on her toes and the sheer force of it woke you up again. The whole ordeal was worse than anything you had ever experienced. You just hoped that Mary would never put you in such a position ever again. When Carla got home she began to take her ballet slippers off. You prayed that whatever happened, she didn’t see you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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