The walk into the living room under Catherine's huge, fragrant feet had been pretty terrible on her shrunken little brother. The softness of her fuzzy slippers might have felt wonderful for Cath', but Jamie on the under hand, had found no comfort in them. Her punishing sole crushed him within an inch of his life, after he'd been tossed from under her arch. Sometimes he got a quick view of the world outside of his sister's shoe, but it was fleeting at best, and he was plunged back into pain and darkness.
It only lasted a total of twenty seconds, but that twenty seconds was the longest of his life. As she finished her walk, Jamie found himself plastered against the sole of her feet, the combination of pressure and the slight bit of sweat that had accumulated had him stuck to her sole. The world inverted, suddenly, at that moment, and after a brief sensation of being carried into the air along with the rest of the foot, Jamie knew Catherine's foot was now resting on her heel, toes pointed up.
Next, he heard voices, three distinct ones. His sister's were discussing something. It hadn't dawned on him yet that his trouble had only begun. Plastered face first into her sole, Jamie's question from earlier was answered...her lotion did NOT taste like it smelled...like strawberries. Spitting the taste of lotion and foot sweat out of his mouth, he felt himself peeling off of her foot. Gravity was beginning to pull him...and with this slipper open heeled, he'd fall right onto the table top, or worse, the ground.
He at first thought to struggle, but then knew that might be the worst thing he could do. However, immediately behind him, the insole of the slipper, now a huge vertical wall instead of a vast plain, was within reach. The furry fibers made excellent hand holds. Now all he had to do was reach backward and....
"AHHHHHH!" Jamie screamed, as Catherine's foot shifted once more. He didn't know what was happening, but whatever it was had been enough to send him falling from the sole of her foot, down towards her heel. Looking down, he immediately noticed that the heel wasn't on the table anymore, but it was moving. Where to, he didn't know, and didn't care...he was about to fall to his death. As he fell, he closed his eyes, waiting to land on an unforgiven surface at a speed that would crush his young body into pieces.
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