As the foot comes to a rest on top of you, You suddenly realize what you are staring at. You entire head is between Babydoll's big toe and second toe. Her sweaty, wet nylon is covering your entire face like so sort of torturous mask, but because of the tight space you are in, it is impossible to move at all.
Every breath is filled with the horrible stench of her sweaty toes and when you attempt to breath through your mouth, it immediately fills with the liquid sweat, pouring from her feet in the cramped, old heels.
As you sit there breathing in her odor, you suddenly realize your life is over. You are now a miniature slave to a giant, crazy goddess, who after years of misery with her step father, has turned into a bully herself.
Suddenly, even through the thick leather and your head firmly between her toes, you hear a knock on the door.
"I wonder who that is," says Babydoll.
You feel her stand and every step she takes applies pressure to your body. You feel slight pain, but the worst part is, your face rubs farther and farther between her toes with every step. By the time she reaches the door, you are wedged so far inside of her toes that your face is pressed against the skin and your entire head is lodged between the two giant, stinking digits. Her stocking is entirely wrapped around your head and it feels like a giant, damp cloth over your face. Every breath is a struggle between your body telling you not to breathe and your brain telling you that you must in order to survive.
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