You collapse against the toe post, trying to catch your breath without your lungs imploding. You stabilized your positing in between this woman's monstrous toes, but the smell is too much to bear for your sensitive nose. The painful crashing of her feet with each step eventually rocks you to sleep after the long journey you've had.
when you wake up, the world is dark, hot, and steamy. You can't quite tell where you are, but judging by the smell, you were probably still on this woman's flip-flop. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see what looks like the inside of a shoe closet, meaning her shoes are off, and you are surrounded by giant footwear. The worst part is when you turn around...
The toe post you were resting on earlier was now infinitely tall... You must have shrunk to nearly nanoscopic in size while you were sleeping; it's a miracle you weren't crushed! You had no option now but to get off this disgusting shoe. You walk for miles down the endless plane of squishy rubber, slowly going downhill. Suddenly, the ground becomes much slicker until you inevitably lose your footing and slide down to the bottom of the hill. You're covered in wet toe jam when you get up, and the environment around you has become a dense bog of foot sweat. Most likely, you've fallen into one of the craters left by the woman's toes.
You can't even see the other side of the crater, and when you resume your journey, the ground only gets wetter and wetter until you're waist-deep in sweat. The smell is so bad, you throw up into the vast sea. If you don't get out soon, you'll die in this hell hole. By the time you're actively treading in sweat, the rumbling of the woman's footsteps barely registers in your brain. What does, though, is the bright light as the closet door opens and the endless shadow of the woman's barefoot sole...
Her big toe looms over you, covering everything in sight. The finest details on the bottom of her toe are as clear as day and just as disgusting. As the ceiling of calloused flesh smothers you into its toeprint, the bog of foot sweat quickly drowns you. The woman resumes her work around the house, never knowing the torture she inflicted on you with her sweaty feet or the hell she condemned you to on her filthy flip-flops...
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