This choice: Being "helped" into the flat by Ginny's toes • Go Back...Chapter #7Toe Rescue by: Icarus   Due to the high ledge of the flat and your lack of upper body strength, you find yourself quite unable to breach the side. It's really quite embarrassing, having a younger student forcing you to climb into her smelly flat and not even being able to do so under your own power. After several minutes of your pathetic attempts at trying to pull your diminutive weight over the ledge, Ginny giggles. "Need some help, little guy?" she asks, finding your struggles amusing. Your face immediately burns red as she asks you this. As if it wasn't bad enough that you were climbing into her rank shoe, but now she's decided you're not good enough to do it on your own and has to help you. Poor, helpless little Malcolm. You shake your head, positive you'll pull it off eventually. She lets out a puff of air and says, "Oh don't be stubborn. Here, let me help." And with that, you see her black sock-clad foot glide over and hover above you. You hardly have time to marvel at how just her foot dwarfs you in size as her toes lower on top of you and smash you into the ground. Pushing you into the ground in order to get a better grip, her toes wrap around you as far as they can and squeeze you into the ball of foot. Deciding the worst part of the situation is difficult, whether it be the terrible smell emanating from her sock, the damp fabric that you know without a doubt is from sweat, or the fact that your tiny adventure has only managed to land you in the vice grip of a young student's toes. Satisfied that her toes have a good enough grip on you, she lifts her foot a little, making sure you won't fall. "Gotcha, little guy. In you go!" she says, almost cutely. Definitely not cute from her toe grip. Without further adieu, she slides her foot into her flat. Once it's all the way on, she lets her toes rest and drop you onto the insole. If you thought her sock smelled bad by itself, then you had another thing coming when it was inside her shoe. The air was musty, the floor was grimy and damp, and it was all just so humid and smelly. Her sock clad toes rest on top of you, lightly pushing you into her insole. Unable to resist her powerful appendages, you have no choice but to let her toes play with you in any such manner. From outside the shoe, Ginny smiles as her pet is in place.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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