Josh is starting to free-fall in what to appears a pair of red and black nylons. He isn't much scared because this is a store item and not much would be sold here considering the prices. Another good reason was because since the nylon is freshly on the market, there's not a strong smell to it. Josh didn't have much time, so the best he could do was curl into a ball, cushioning himself from the impact. He quickly made contact with the soft heel, and rolled down to the toe section. He came back to his sense, and was now realizing that even though this wasn't sold, there were many people who tried on the shoe. Josh was dizzy from the different smells, but he managed to pull himself together. He then began to venture all the way to the heel, but was amazed to see what was going on outside. He peeked through the massive hole, seeing under the nostril's of his aunt Kym. She was looking very superior to him, and he couldn't help but feel a little insecure about himself. He didn't have time to feel sorry, so he began to climb out of the nylon. In the midst his climb, he couldn't see Kym's face anymore. Instead, he awed in fear as he watched her massive sole with dark blue toenail polish coming down on him. He would rather live than be squished under her heel to a pulp, so he dropped down back to the insole a ran until he reached the toe section. He couldn't even reach it himself as her giant toes ran him over. He was now stuck in between his aunt's sweaty toes. He didn't know how long he was there for, but he knew she was going to pull the nylons off eventually.
         He didn't believe it, but she managed to keep him in there for a while. A few minutes ago, he heard a large scanner beep happen on the outside. That's when Josh realized that Kym bought the shoes without taking them off. He wanted to cry his eyes out, but the heat contained inside the shoe already managed that. Her toes were sweating up a storm, and everything was becoming to smell musky. Her fat, plump toes were causing Josh to suffer from lack of oxygen. He never did like the smell of feet; even if it was for a second. Now he was spending too much time around his relative's sexy toes, passing each minute trying to endure the strong scent that emitted from her sweaty pores. He couldn't help but feel even more helpless than before. He was beginning to think that this was how he was going to spend the rest of his life. Running from many dangerous obstacles that act as a threat to him. It would be more humiliating for him if he was stuck between his mother's toes. He couldn't imagine if they actually found him and made him stay there against his will.
         Josh has been under the control of his aunt's sweaty toes for over an hour now, and it was already a sauna. The sweat pores were increasing more and more, and he couldn't help the fact that he was sliding deep and deeper into her toes. He tried to escape, but it made the process only quicker. The smell was even muskier than before, and he was about to be nothing more than a speck of dirt. He wished that she would just open the shoe for some decent fresh air. He was becoming claustrophobic, and he couldn't handle the small space he was about to enter. The toe jam behind him was eating and devouring his whole being away. He could just wish his life goodbye now. What happened next?