Phil sat strait up in his chair trying to ignore the situation. The fuzzy pink pom-poms in his face weren’t so bad; and maybe if he sat still Phil thought, Kendra would leave it at that. But to his dismay Kendra didn’t share his attitude.
This time Kendra took her time. The pom-poms parted and bumped over his head. Slowly she slid her right foot out of the blue footwear using Phil’s desk as kind of a shoehorn. Phil was forced to duck as her heel neared his face only to be pushed face down hard against his desk top by the full weight Kendra’s massive foot. Phil turned his head sideways to prevent his nose from getting crushed on the desk surface. But now the pressure only increased as her vast arch bore down on the diminutive boy. All Phil could hear was the deep low roar of the coarse cotton fabric rasping along his head, ear, and back.
It seemed like forever but finally the weight lifted as her toes passed over his head pulling him back to a sitting position. Phil felt squashed and dizzy but relieved to be free from the crushing weight of Kendra’s socked foot. But he had celebrated to soon as her left heel suddenly loomed before him. Phil didn’t have time to duck this time, and Kendra’s heel bumped up in his face pushing him backwards in his chair bending his spine the wrong way. His chair back dug painfully into his back, as Kendra drug her foot as before over Phil’s body.
Finally Phil’s chair tipped over as her toes passed over his face. But instead of his head hitting the floor, it bumped on top of the cotton material that covered the toes of Kendra’s right foot.
Now Kendra had Phil sandwiched between her right and left foot. She giggled quietly as she wiggled her toes against the tiny boy and rubbed him around, all over, under, and between her feet. It tickled a little but mostly just felt wonderful.
“And to think.” Kendra thought with glee, “I’m getting extra credit for this.”
Phil was not having such a good time. It was hot and moist and he had to struggle for breath as he was pressed, squeezed, and squashed all around by the gigantic stocking feet of his captress. His body hurt all over but he couldn’t do anything but wait for the dark nightmare to end.
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