'Sure am mom.' You say, eager to please. Your heart skips a beat as you see her smile.
'GLAD TO HEAR IT LITTLE ONE.' She says, pleasantly, keeping you grasped between her giant fingers. She then begins to lower you down and drops you into her other pump, which is has just a dirty an insole as the last.
'BUT I THINK YOU'LL NEED SOME MORE WATER FOR THIS ONE.' She giggles. 'HOLD ON.'
You wait in the giant pump, inhaling the faint, musky smell of her feet, as she walks from the room and returns with a new pale of water and rag - shrunken for your use. It is put into the giant shoe with you.
'OKAY, YOU HAVE AN HOUR TO DO THIS ONE TOO.' She says, standing back up to her full, magnificent height. 'MAKE MOMMY PROUD.' She then waves her fingers at you and walks away.
Once again you dunk the rag and begin to scrub. You work hard but you are tired from the cleaning the previous shoe and you notice that you are moving much more slowly this time. You try to pick up the pace but it is a struggle, you feel your muscles ache from exertion and the sweat pours from you.
You hav no idea how much time has passed but you don't want to upset your step mom, God only knows what would happen to you then, so you force yourself to move on, desperately trying to pick up the pace.
Eventually the booming footsteps of your giant step mom return and she loom over the shoe.
Did you finish in time?
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