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Chapter #4
Toes, toes!
by: Unknown
The foot came down with a potent whud.
In a way, you were lucky - you'd hit /just/ between his toes. A little to any side and you'd have been crushed into paste.
Of course, it didn't /feel/ lucky - he kept going, carrying you with him. Opening your mouth to call out turned out to be a poor idea - he moved just then, wedging some of his flesh with enough force to jam your jaw open, all while his toes squeezed you together - enough pressure that it was tight, but not quite enough to hurt you just yet.
He kept going - knuckle-walking as each motion felt like it took hours. You were jumbled around from between one set of toes to another with a dexterity denied humanity - did he not realize you were there? Boy did you wish you at least had clothes - you were feeling every inch of his toes as he shifted you about. Every smell, every sound - even tasting his feet as you were slammed forward while trying to breathe. At some point, he'd stopped - you only hazily realized that you weren't moving forward anymore, although he still was maneuvering you. He was... looking over his bananas? At this point, you could only gasp for air.
...when he shifted his foot forward, bringing you up to his face - leaving you staring into titanic eyes. A shiver went through your body - now he definitely knew you were there.
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