"No, wait, Lydi-" you scream, cut off as her foot slams onto your chest. Your whole world quivers as her foot slides forward, toes clutching at you as she jams the footwear on. She stomps her foot to secure it, once, twice, three times, each one driving a scream from between your lips as her soft flesh engulfs you.
She takes a step, her whole foot rolling over you. You wimper, as your head is used as launching pad by the ball of her foot, feeling your skull creak as the four year old stroll towards the SUV. You feel yourself sliding as the step swings forward, and you gasp as your head bumps the front of the shoe just seconds before her foot hits the ground once more. Her toes, usually pudgy and small but now each longer and larger than your arm, immediately wrap around your neck, forcing your head between them. You scream, a harsh wail that echoes in the darkness of the flat, only to be silenced as the next step threw a long, grey strand of old sock lint into your mouth.
Cassie lifts her daughters into their car seats, making sure they're secure before setting herself down in front of the steering wheel and driving out. The park's only a couple minutes away, but she turns on a simple children's song playlist to keep the girls busy anyway. While Eliza watches the world rush by out of the car window, Lydia pulls a couple of dolls out of her backpack and begins to play with them, roughly slamming them into each other. As she gets into it, she begins to swing her feet. You hold on, clutching at imperceptible ridges and folds in the girl's foot, holding on for dear life as you feel the world rush by at dozens of miles per hour, all while her toes continue to probe and batter your head, each soft digit taking its turn to smash your face flat into the insole.
"We're here!" Cassandra announces a few minutes later. The girls squeal in joy, jumping out of the car, Lydia's foot roughly driving you into the sharp gravel below. "Have fun and don't wander too far," their mom says, as they rush off towards...