You look up just in time to see the wall of callused foot come down on you. The ball of the foot crashes down on your legs and lower torso, crushing your crotch and making you squeak out a wheezing cry of pain. Then the big and second toe slam down on either side of your puny form, the hot, sweaty flesh between the toes rushing forward to smother your face. Your lungs fill with the putrid stench of the giant's foot funk and toe jam and lint work to plug up your mouth and nose. The only chance you have to breathe, with your arms pinned to your sides, is to swallow the rancid mixture to clear your airway.
Gaging, you force it down as the toes around you squeeze tighter, more weight shifting heavier onto your poor body as the giant moves his other foot forward. A distant throom signifies its placement. Then the foot on top of you begins to lift. At first your relieved as the crushing pressure eases, but then the toes crush your upper body into place, locking you in and taking you along for the ride. Your lower body slowly starts to unstick as wind rushes by, and just as your body dangles freely, the foot came down again, smashing your legs and crotch into the unforgiving tiles once more.
This continues for a while, step after step as Matt leaves the bathroom. Strangely enough, though your in immense pain, your body remains intact. It seems as though your tiny size came with a very high durability. Great, you can't die, but you can suffer unimaginable amounts of pain. Lovely.
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