In a fit of desperate struggling, you manage to make your way to the top of Kim's biggest toe, which is about half the size of your body. You wrap your arms and legs tightly around it. The rank, juicy smell of worn-out feet emanates from every portion of her toe-skin, making it smell as if you were completely buried in sweat-stained shoes. Her gargantuan foot digs deeply into bushels of carpet below you, mixing her odor with the even stronger acidic scent of carpet cleaner. Your nostrils flair up and sting as the burning scent permeates you.
After what feels like a lifetime, her foot accelerates at the speed of a roller coaster, sending a billowing gust of wind through your entire body and whisking the stinging odor away... only for it to come back seconds later when her foot slams into the carpet again. This time, however, the ugliness of your situation triples because on top of the sweat seeping from her toes onto your body and the horrid smell of a fresh batch of carpet cleaner filling your nostrils, you also have the motion sickness of the abrupt stop to deal with. Your stomach knots as a previous meal you ate forces its way up your esophagus. By the time you spew out chunks of food, you're already flying through the air at sixty miles an hour again. And by the time you stop abruptly again, the smell of Kim's foot sweat combined with acidic carpet soap makes you feel sick again.
This back and forth lasts for what feels like hours as you continue to hug at Kim's big toe, praying for it to stop, begging for her to stop. The fluids in your brain slosh around so violently that you hardly perceive the changing color and texture of the floor. All you can tell is that instead of grey and fluffy, it now looks white and shiny. Finally, her foot settles on a hard-looking floor for longer than a few seconds, giving you the opportunity to let go of her toe and jump the fuck off.
As your bare feet make contact with the white floor, you shiver. It's ice cold, as if the floor just came out of a freezer or something. You stumble for balance due to your head still spinning with motion sickness before finally settling and looking at your surroundings.
The red-painted toenails of Kim's impossibley domineering foot are right beneath you. The biggest toe is about a coffee-table high. Clumps of dark-looking grime are poking out of the crivices where her nails dig into her skin. Thankfully, your nose has adapted to the smell, but damn, that's fucking disgusting. You can hardly believe you were actually holding on to that shit.
A backyard-length beyond Kim's feet is a toilet as big as a mansion. Right behind that, is a bathtub as big as a warehouse.
A loud, sticky sound roars behind you. Before you can even look, a giant quintuplet of dirty toes bump into your back, and knocking you onto your stomach. Kim's truck-sized foot soars ahead of you and slams into the ground a yard-length away. The whole world shakes a little. Her second foot follows suit, shaking the world again. It looks like Kim is walking toward the bathtub, or is it the toilet?
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