Again the Shrinkomatic fires up, and again you are blinded, but only momentarily. When you open your eyes, the world is changed yet again. You find yourself slowly sinking into a somewhat viscous ooze. You try to pull your legs out of it, only to find yourself basically immobilized. It begins to dawn on you that you are slowly sinking into a veritable ocean of Jen’s sweat.
It is about then that the smell hits. To your heightened senses, it is no longer recognizable as foot odor, instead better classed as an actual chemical weapon. You take a few, progressively weaker huffs of the poison air before falling unconscious. Your limp body sinks ever deeper into the clammy sweat sea, and before long, it is just another gradually dissolving particle of dust in the endless expanse of your patient's toe.
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