You were shaken awake by Andy untying the great red knot at the opening of the sock. "Oh God", you groaned to yourself as a new day had begun. The sock was not a bright thing to wake up to, you couldn't even stand because of the material above you weighing you down to the stale sole.
Andy's young face welcomed you in a good mood, he appeared to be chewing something. You were wondering what it was when he suddenly spat it out, down onto you. It was a mushy piece of bread, yellow from being in his mouth. Disgusted, you looked back up confused at him. He simply shouted, "C'mon slave, it's time for school. Now NOM-NOM-NOM!" Andy retied the knot to the long sock and left with the soaking piece of bread. Admittedly, you were thankful for the bread. Even if it was disgusting at least it wasn't toe jam. As you were tossed around, you acknowledged you were put into one of Andy's smelly gym bags. Oh-well, you had some food.
You heard Andy laughing and joking somewhere above. You were still in darkness, smelly darkness. Then all of a sudden there was light, boy were you glad to see light. Then... Andy's smirking appeared in the hole above. Aw-cripes you thought. Andy's tanned foot raced into the sock. Coming towards you like and avalanche. You were at the brink of his foot, squished up against his toes. "It's a tight fit", you thought as you face was pushed into the tops of his middles toes on his right foot.
As you struggled to breathe inside the sock, you heard a whistle being blown and that's when you knew the real game had begun.
It was crazy. All of the running and kicked. It was most painful at first as you felt the full force when Andy kicked the ball, smashing you face into his toes. But thanks to Andy's toe flexing and jumping you were moved all about his foot. Under his toes to his arch to a rather painful under his heel. It was thanks to the shock absorbing sole of the shoe you were still alive. But damn was there a lot of sweat. As the goliath foot threatened to crush you, you were nearly drowned in the pissy sweat. It evaded your mouth and eyes burning them in the process.
Finally you heard the whistle being blown once again. Andy jumped up and down in joy. Winding you as his many tonne weight landed down on you each time cause you to gasp for the stuffy, rotten air.
Back in the changing room Andy emptied you onto his hand freeing you from the wet sock. Although his hand stunk of sweat you gratefully breathed the clean-er air. You looked up at Andy, but broke eye contact. Who knows what he could do next?
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