The door opens and all I can see are 2 giant bare feet walking into the room. I can hear her voice, she is talking on her cell phone about last nights formal event and how she was upset that she did not win any fashion awards. Who was this giant women and how did I get trapped under her bed. She walked over and sat down on her bed dangling her feet inches from me. She was looking in her mirror across from where she was sitting so I managed to get a look at her face. I couldn’t believe it, it was Paris Hilton! How did she become a giant? She started to swing her giant feet and the smell hit me again! It was intoxicating and made me dizzy and weak. I needed to get out from under the bed. I started to look for a way to escape So that Paris wouldn’t see me. I needed a distraction but I couldn’t think straight. The smell of her feet was too much. I felt my mind wanting to submit to Paris’s feet. What was happening to me?!? The more she swung her giant feet, the more her scent intoxicated me. The smell was causing me to loose control…I needed to escape…
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