You eventually decide it would be a bad idea to purposfully displease your giant step mom just so you could be played with. You figure she wouldn't go easy on you and you don't think being tortured is what you wanted. With that desicion you dunk the rag again and begin to scrub, hard, wiping away the film of dirt.
Its hard work and it doesn't take long for you to work up a sweat - the air within the shoe is slightly humid and the faint smell of Cathy's feet is a constant distraction. However you cannot tell if the smell agrees with you or not. Everything is just too confusing.
It takes a long time but eventually you are finished with the heel section and begin to work your way down the huge insole, diligantly removing the imprint of her giant foot. The imprint becomes more defined at the ball of the foot, but because you are further in the shoe your light is diminished. Still you press on, sweat dripping from you. You eventually reach the toes, not sure how long you have left, and realize the prints of her pretty toes dwarf you. It hammers home just how tiny you are, dwarfed by toe prints in a massive, discareded shoe. One by one you work through them and just as you are finishing the last one you hear the gound rumble and the booming sound of giant footsteps. They enter the room and get closer. You look out and see two massive denim legs.
'LETS SEE HOW MY LITTLE BOY HAS DONE.' The giantess says. it's Cathy's voice. With a last few scrubs you finish, throwing the now blackened and worn rag into the bucket of dull grey, dirty water. You pick it up and walk up the length of the insole. You wave up at the pretty giant, signaling you are ready to be picked out of here. Instead she leans down and grabs the shoe, lifting the whole thing up closer to her face. As her face draws closer the shoe shakes a little and you loose your footing, falling backwards. The bucket in your hand rolls and the dirty, smelly water contained withing spills out covering you, causing you to cough and gag, spitting it from your mouth. Your giant step mom erupts into deafining laughter.
'HAHAHAHA, SORRY ABOUT THAT TOMMY.' She says, giggling but showing a little playful regret. 'NOW THERES WATER ALL OVER THE HEEL BUT I'LL ADMIT THAT WAS MY FAULT.'
You stand to your feet, wet and shocked. You aren't about to yell at this giant woman so you simply smile.
'No problem mom, accidents happen.' You say, and laugh, seeing the funny side.
'AWWW, YOU'RE SUCH A SWEETIE.' She tells you. 'NOW LETS SEE HOW MY LITTLE BOY DID CLEANING MY BIG SHOES.' She says and you see her large blue eyes scanning the insole. You feel the shoe tilt, this time keeping your balance, as she looks down to the toe are.
'NOT BAD.' She say, happily. 'NOT PERFECT BUT AT YOUR SIZE I THINK YOU DID A GOOD JOB HONEY.'
'Thanks mom.' You say.
'READY TO DO THE OTHER ONE?' She asks, reaching in with her giant fingers, pressing you between them and lifting you to her enormous face.
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