You run over to her flip flops until all you see is a light blue landscape with giant pedicured toes. You began to try and get her attention by jumping and running but it didn't seem to work. She didn’t even pay any mind to you. So you had to do something else. You began to climb on the flip flop and as you did a familiar flash of light took up your view. As you opened your eyes and shook your head your realized you were being shook around. Thats right you were on her flip flop only now it seemed you were even smaller than before but how?
You decided to get to your moms toes and try to get her attention but climbing them. She would have to feel you and look down. As you got to her big toe she began to walk again and you ended up under her big toe from all the movement. As she walked your tiny form was pressed into the foam flip flop and her smooth skin pressed in you. You screamed and wiggled trying to get her attention but just continued walking and unknowingly torturing you with every step. The smell of her lotioned feet filled your nose and the feeling of her skin was clammy and uncomfortable.
Her walking ceased and you could tell she was now sitting on the couch. She began to wiggle her toes a bit as she lounged and scrolled down facebook. As she moved her toes mindlessly you were tormented being rubbed, smothered, and forced into the flip flop further. You heard her humming above without a care in the world.
“MOM HELP PLEASE” you screamed desperate to get out from under her toes. But there was response or sign of her even hearing you. Not that expected anything else but you had run out of ideas. You try wiggle again, even if it won’t get her attention you should at least be able to get out from under her.
It took a while due to her wiggling but you eventually pull out from under her toe. You feel very insignificant that were just helpless to a big toe but at least you are free now. Now to just get her attention. You decide to climb onto her foot and up her leg. Except she was wearing shorts so with no fabric to cling to it would not be an easy task. The humming continued as you reach the top of her foot. Her smooth tan skin and painted red toes were monstrous and made you shudder as you looked around and tried to decide the next step.
As you were thinking your fleshy ground began to move once again and it felt as though you were soaring. Your mother had kicked off her flip flops and brought her legs and feet onto the couch as she continued to lounge and laugh at posts online. You slipped off the top of her foot and were now in front her soles. Her feet appeared to be as big as a tall building and as she scrunched her toes you quivered at the comparison. Fuck you thought as you walked around the foot until you were in between them and looking ahead past her mile long legs to her body. You had to reach her face so she could see and help you. You just hoped she would stay still as you began to walk forward.
Walking between her legs was like walking through a tunnel as they towered above. You finally reached the edge of her shorts and then chose a leg and grabbed onto the hem of the fabric. You climbed up to the too of the leg still holding onto the hem when...
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