The movement of Ann's giant feet walking, effortlessly bringing the smudge that was Claire along with it was a degrading thing for Claire. The smell too - musty and strong - only added to her feeling of worthlessness. Why had her mother allowed Ann to keep her as her foot toy. Claire knew how much Ann enjoyed having her neices - particularly Claire - tiny and at her feet, at her control. Claire endured the relatively short walk home, all the while being squished more and more between Ann's titanic, meaty toes as she walked.
Soon they were back at Ann's house and the giant woman kicked off her shoes and sat on her sofa, propping her feet up on the tabble before her. She fanned her toes apart and viewed the smudge between them with a grin, knowing this was her neice.
'How are you doing my little toe jam?' Ann taunted with a giggle. The smushed Claire was obviously in no position to reply. Ann then reached down and pulled the blob of flesh from her foot, gripping it between two mighty fingers, and brought Claire to her face. She could see her smushed features and laughed again. How humiliating. She then smushed the little girl some more between her thumb and finger.
'Oh the things I could do to you now.' Ann mused. 'I could make you the size of a grain of sand and stuff you under one of my toe nails to live with the filth in there. Or I could put you back between my toes as toe jam, I know how much you enjoy that. Or maybe I'll make you a speck and drop you into Carla's big shoes, then you can stay under her smelly feet and she won't even notice.'
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