Unfortunately, hours of being danced on by Maria caused your gummy body to peel away from the game pad and stick to her slightly dampened sock as she stepped off the machine and onto the arcade’s colorful carpet. Exhausted, Maria picked up her sneakers and began walking to the nearest table, completely unaware of the flattened tiny girl stuck to the bottom of her sock.
You mentally cursed your luck as Maria continued to squish your helpless body with every step she took. Being flattened face-first into a giant sock, you couldn’t see, hear, or even attempt to scream, but for some cruel reason your sense of smell remained in tact. The smell of Maria’s foot after dancing for 5 hours was worse than any smell you had ever encountered, and you spent a whole day in your mom’s high heel once by accident. The heat emanating from her hot skin didn’t do any favors for you, either, as your tiny body was prone to melting if you were exposed to high enough temperatures, causing your squishy body to seep further into the sweaty fabric as Maria continued her stride.
After a short walk, Maria sat down at an unoccupied table and was about to put her sneakers back on when she felt something slightly odd under her foot. Pushing her toes into the floor, Maria twisted her foot back and forth, feeling something small and squishy stuck to her sock. Assuming she stepped in some gum, Maria lifted her foot to her knee and examined her sole, finding a tannish sticker in the vague shape of a girl squished flat into her foot. Maria was intrigued, but she still didn’t want any gunk stuck to her sock. She attempted to peel it off with her fingernails, but whatever it was seemed to have melted into the fabric.
Shrugging her shoulders, Maria gave up on the gunk and put on her sneakers, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you prepared yourself to spend another undetermined amount of time as a living insole.
The combined smell of Maria’s old sneakers and her sweaty socks caused you to gag as she tied her laces. You hoped the intense odor would knock you out, but deep down you knew you wouldn’t be so lucky. Maria stood up and stomped her foot a few times, feeling strangely re-energized as she began walking to the arcade’s exit. For a moment she pondered on the sudden burst of energy, and decided that the girl-shaped gunk under her foot must be why.
After another hour or two of foot torture, Maria finally arrived home and kicked off her sneakers, causing to to relish in joy as you felt fresh air on your back. The joy was short-lived however, as you realized you were still squished into Maria’s sock. Remembering the gunk, Maria inspected her sole again and tried to peel you away, but you still wouldn’t budge. This frustrated Maria a little, but she figured she would try again later. Peeling her socks off, Maria crinkled her nose at the smell and tossed them into her laundry bin before leaving the room shortly after.
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