When Leon arrived he saw the back of a couch, Chris's head poking out from over the back and below the couch his socked feet. The back of the couch was a completely vertical surface, no climbing that, and going around was a waste of time, the best choice of action would be crawling under the couch and getting his attention at his feet, Leon deduced. He didn't even need to crawl, he simply haunched over and his 3 inch form fit right through the gap. He coughed and swatted at the copious amounts of dust and cobweb ahead of him before finally stumbling out of the cave. He stopped for a second to admire the gigantic forms before him. His feet were elevated slightly, the arches and heels in the air while the toes and balls of his feet rested on the ground. Tightly fitting black ankle socks met up with a muscular leg that terminated at boxers and beyond that was nothing Leon could see. He shuddered as his spirit was humbled at seeing how easily he could be dominated by just one of Chris's feet, probably without Chris even using much effort. Just as he began to think about that one of Chris's giant feet, the right one behind him swung inward and knocked him over. Leon hit the ground with a thud, he rolled to get out of the way just as he watched Chris's right foot plant itself firmly on the ground only an inch from his delicate body.
“Phew.. what a relie-” He was cut off by a strong wiff of pungent sweat and a dark shadow, Chris's left foot planted itsself firmly ontop of the man, burying his insignificant form under his arch. Leon fought the urge to struggle, not wanting Chris to panic thinking it was a bug and crush him and instead went limp, forced to inhale Chris's scent and soak up his sweat. The foot rolled back, rolling the limp Leon around like a toy, Leon gritted his teeth at the punishment but it only got worse and Chris began to tap his foot to the beat of some song on the TV. With each sweaty blow Leon coughed and wretched, his hair sticking to his face now from absorbing so much of Chris's sweat.
Then when Leon felt like he'd pass out from another blow the foot disappeared and cool, fresh air swept over his body. The small man hadn't the energy after that beating to move and instead decided to lay back and catch his breath for a second. Suddenly something large and black whirled through the air like a comet, then another. “What was that... socks.. oh shit....” A bare foot planted itself next to him and then began to slide around on the ground, obviously searching for what ever object felt so nice under them. Leon tried to run but was caught under hot sticky flesh of the ball of Chris's right foot. Chris rolled his tiny body underneath his giant muscular foot, lifting it to tap it to another beat but this time Leon's body stuck to the sweaty, rough surface. “Why me!?” Leon asked a higher power as he struggled to peel himself off of the sweaty surface, his clothes now drenched with his friend's stench.
The giant muscular structure slid backwards again only this time the giant muscular toes wrapped around the tiny man and squeezed, lean cried in pain but his entire head was engulfed by the muscular toes, as was his voice. His body vanished from view, stuck in the grip of the five toes. A grip so tight the man couldn't move his body to struggle and very quickly went limp, blacking out and falling into a deep sleep in their clutches. “No.. not... like this..” He thought to himself, believing he would die crushed to death by another man's toes.
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