You decide to climb his shoe. You grab onto the large decorative rubber strips surrounding the massive Nike logo. Once you reach the top, you try to keep climbing, but you fall. You land in a gap between George's foot and the side of the shoe. Slowly as his foot makes small movements, you slowly fall deeper and deeper into his shoe until you are at the bottom, stuck inside between his sole and the right wall of his shoe. He wasn't wearing socks, and you felt the warm, rough skin as it shoved against you, leaving you with little air. The smell was terrible. You felt him get up as more pressure was put on his feet, and therefore on you. You could feel your bones almost crack as you were crushed against the wall of the shoe.
As George walks through the school, you become nauseous as you're picked up 100 feet and dropped down with his shoe, met with a wall of dirt-smothered, sweaty flesh pushing against you with all of George's weight. You're almost literally drowning in sweat --- his. By the time George reaches his home, you're unconscious.
George takes off his shoes and shakes them to remove any sand or stuff from the bottom. To his great surprise, out rolled a small figure, who upon closer inspection was an inch tall version of George! He couldn't believe it! Slowly, you wake up to see the massive face of George right in front of you. You're on the carpet in his bedroom, and the expression on his face is a mix of shock and scheming... which soon turns solely to scheming as you see his pants bulge around his crotch. Apparently you'd aroused him, which wasn't a good thing. He was the horniest guy in the grade.
"George... Is that YOU!?"
"umm.. yeah." you say, still dazed from the trip in his shoes.
"Well, I guess we're gonna have a little fun together." He said. He started taking off his clothes, first revealing his six pack, than his pecs, his calves, until he was down to his boxers. "For starters, you can rub me," obviously meaning his cock, which he revealed while talking. To you, it was at least forty feet tall. He picked you up and laid you down on his six pack so you could walk over to his cock. You didn't.
"What if I don't want to... I mean, it's gross!" You say, part in disgust, part in fear.
"Oh... if you don't want to, that's easy. I'll MAKE YOU." he shouted evilly.
Before you can move, you're flicked into the tangles of his pubic hair.
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