This choice: He goes out to take a fresh air. | Go Back Chapter 12: Peeble life. (ID #777686) an addition by: Past Member 'heins' More by this author Josh's body beocmes more strong beyond this months, so, he stand up and jumps off. He fall in the carpet, looking the big plataform that was his mom's mule. It was like a nice build, with some smell. As Diane spread her toes and scrunch, Josh could breath a fresh and missed air. "I was missing this fresh air". Josh take a little walk arround the giant shoe of his goddess mom and suddenly, Diane puts her feet back in the mule, without her lovely peeble.
"Hey mom!" Josh said. "Wait for me!"
He saw the giant feet of Diane scruch the toes, like was looking for the comfy peeble. Then, Diane look at the floor.
"Where is my little comfy peeble?" She asks taking a good look in the carpet.
Passing her hand, she finds you and picks with two fingers.
"Aw, there you are, my little." She said with a lovely tone. "You was trying to escape from my feet? I hope you don't, because you will back to them right now."
She lift her foot and drops Josh in her mule. The little one arrives right in the arch section. It was damp. Then, Diane put her foot slowly and Josh saw the toes wiggling in antecipation to scrunch the pet-peeble.
"Here comes again" Josh grinned.
Not for the first time, he was trapped between the big and second toe. Diane starts to scrunch again and Josh feels the same sensation like all of another days.
But, at the last weeks, Diane starts to talk sometimes with Josh. But she always saw him like a peeble, never recognizes him. He was getting acostumed, being fewer sad. In the truth, he was happy. Maybe she was treating her peeble like a son that she lost?
After hours scrunched and forced to smell mom's giant feet, Josh was free again. Diane was with her feet over the table, relaxing for some minutes. Her boss are away.
Then, the peeble guy... Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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