Parker first considered camping out within Sara's shoe, expecting the younger girl to be more likely to have less calloused and therefore more sensitive feet to notice him with. But the second he made it over the ledge of the well-used running shoe he gagged and fell backwards, rolling down over the laces and onto the floor.
Discouraged, the tiny cautiously climbed his aunt's old running shoe, and hesitantly approached the ledge. The smell here was intense, but nothing compared to his sister's. The raunchy teen smell baked into the 17 year old's shoe made Brie's mature musk-mixed-with-old-lotion incensed shoe far more bearable. So he took a deep breath of fresh air, grabbed the hem of the mouth of the orange sock stuffed into the opening of the shoe, and vaulted over the fabric ledge, sliding all the way down into the toe.
Within the damp toe of the sock, the smell intensified greatly. But it was still bearable in comparison to Sara's putrid insoles.
Before he could think about it any further, the hideaway the tiny had stowed itself within shook and flew. off into the air. Parker heard a loud deep THUMP as the shoe he had been within slammed into the ground, dropped by Brie as she held onto her orange sock between her thumb and forefinger. Parker tried to climb the fabric to reach her thumb, but the slick inside along with the shaking just threw him back into the toe.
Brie peeled off her well-worn climbing shoe and stretched her long free bare toes in the cool air conditioned air for a few seconds before shoving them back into the orange sock containing her miniscule nephew. The tiny prepared for the monolithic toes to make contact, hoping to tickle them and obtain his giantess aunt's immediate attention. But he grossly underestimated their relative power.
In an instant Parker was wrapped thoroughly in toe flesh and stuffed into a dark prison with fresh hot foot sweat and unbelievable pressure raining down on him from all sides. The tiny tried squirming but it was too solidly pinned to budge at all. In desperation he bit at her foot skin with all his might. But he didn't even come close to penetrating her thick soles before the salty taste forced his mouth shut.
Meanwhile Brie casually stomped the ground lightly a few times to adjust the bunched up sock in her shoe near her sweaty toes. The tiny boy was stomped relentlessly for the next few hours as his aunt and sister searched around the gym for him before eventually giving up, accepting that he was either inside or under someone else by now, and went home.
The second she got in the door, Brie kicked off her shoes and peeled off her wet socks, tossing them on the floor near her shoes for the time being while she headed upstairs for a shower.
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