The toes oppressive heat beats down on your tiny form. As they've settled in place, sealing you like a gigantic, sweaty tomb - all you could think of is that, if you didn't act fast, or god forbid, she would decide to scrunch her monolith toes or drag your tiny form across the stoney surface, you're done for.
As the fear started sinking in, you did the only logical thing you could've done at that point - you started kicking and punching as hard as you could. You behaved like an animal.. well, a tiny animal at that. Started squirming all over the place, punching the fleshy walls that were the undersides of this gigantic magician's toes, doing anything you could think off to alert her to your presence - but to no avail. This foot had no plans on moving anywhere, and your oxygen was running out, and fast.
Fearing the end, you just laid there. Staring at the cieling of flesh above you. Through the waves of heat and the sweaty air that has been burning your nostrils and making your eyes watery, it was quite an amazing sight, really. Barely any light from the room got in through the toes, who moved up and down in the tiniest of movements. Thinking that this tomb allowed a bit of air and light through, was quite an amazing sight to thi...
Between her toes!
God, suddenly it hits you! Her skin was hard, calloused from years of walking barefoot in sneakers or even outdoors, but although the bottoms of her foot might not feel you - perhaps the skin between her petite toes might be different. You raise your upper body up, supporting yourself with one hand pressed up tightly against her second toe, as your other hand begins your journey in between those toes above you. As you reach in, it feels different, somehow - you feel the excessive sweat here, that hasn't had the chance to dry up yet, absorbing itself into your shirt and skin, making them stick to one another. It makes you retch in disgust, but you know you must push your hand further in.
And then, you feel something. It feels like a rubbery material of sorts. You try and squeeze it a bit, and eventually manage to tear some of it up. You take your hand out to take a look at it - and can't stop the reflex of vomiting upon sight. It's the cheese that has been accumulating between them, and as soon as you see it's yellowish color and it's smell starts hitting you in the face - you rub it against the young teen's vast sole in front of you.
"This has to be some kind of nightmare", you think to yourself. You imagined being underneath these canopies of flesh would not be the most pleasant experience - but this?
Knowing fully well what needs to be done, you start sobbing quietly, while pushing your hand further between your unaware captors second and third toes.
Digging your hand in, you continued digging in, making sure to rub the stinky, sweaty material upon the sole in front of you, while not looking. You dug, and dug, and dug - and at some point, thought this torture would never end...
Until it did.
You felt something else. Beneath all these layers of cheese, finally, there was something else. Getting up on your knees, you pushed your head into the crevice, some leftover cheese sticking to your hair and clothes. But there, you saw it - a piece of skin, larger than your head. In contrast with the rest of the foot, this piece of skin had kind of a reddish color to it, making it obvious it was softer than the rest of Harmione's foot, since it was protected by all the cheese surrounding it.
Reaching your hand towards it, you touch it. And start gently tickling it with your fingers, expecting some kind of response in return to your efforts. Your nimble fingers dug into the skin, rubbing faster, vaster motions.. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing with all of your tiny strength..
But the response never came.
You tried rubbing again, and again. And tears started streaming down your eyes. All of your effort, the disgust you had to pull through, everything that has happened up to this point.. All, for nothing. "This won't be my tomb, I won't let it end like this!", you say in anger, but before you could even do something.. You feel a shift in position.
The toes started to flatten against the stone tiles. The entire arch flattening against the cold floor, giving it a pinkish-whitish color instead of it's usual brown pink, making it obvious the giant magician has only one plan in mind.
Feeling the warmth radiating from her feet, she wants to rub them against the cold floor once again.
Seeing the ceiling of flesh suddenly dropping down on you, you understood you had very little time to decide. The gap between her toes was closing, and fast, it's piece of exposed skin waving you, and your chances of escape, goodbye.
You had to act now.
You squeeze yourself through her toes, and find you have no place for your hands in there. Only your torso could barely fit in, as it is. You look frantically in every direction, trying to think about a course of action as the toes close in for the kill, and understand you have no other choice.
Reaching in with your face, you begin licking the soft skin with your tongue. At first, when you taste the skin, the sweat drops that has been forming all around it, the tiny bits of cheese that was left over, you had to keep yourself from throwing up. But knowing full well what stopping meant, it took every ounce of strength within you to continue.
The toes continued to zoom in, every bit of light disappearing from up above. Oxygen levels reaching a new low, and don't get me even started on the heat that was forming all around you, but just before the end..
The toes stop. The entire foot stops at once, and you stop licking as well. Looking up above you, you could barely see anyhing, other than the tomb of flesh that was trying to seal you. But you squeezed your eyes, and tried your best.
And there, from in between the petite toes - you could just make it: The gigantic face of your goddess, looking right at the crevice you've been molesting. Opening up your mouth, coughing and spluttering foot gunk, you yell at her: "Harmione! Please! Down here!!!".
When suddenly, the sky turn dark all at once.
Uh oh...
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