It has only gotten worse for Scott in the confines of Cathy's shoe. Each step drives him further down, pounding him into the sock clad toes. Scott moaned, agony all he knew as the pressure and heat got to him as she stood on him, nearly flattening the poor boy into the shoe's thin insole. Voices filter in, but muffled by his agony and the thick walls of the mule, they simply served to pry at the remaining corners of Scott's sanity and drive him further towards madness.
Then suddenly, as if his mom could feel his suffering and decided it wasn't enough, she clenched her toes, pulling the small speck of a boy into their embrace. "AgHH," Scott screamed, feeling his bones grind as his whole body is crushed between unforgiving digits, cut off as a stray strand of fabric jammed into his mouth. The toes let up, dropping him back to the shoe's floor where he continued to writhe and choke on the dingy string.
The voices continue to pound at his skull, when suddenly Scott's whole world begins to shake. Scott finds himself roughly pressed into the floor as light begins to pour inward. There's not enough room for him to come loose, and Cathy's foot clings to him as she slides it free of the shoe. He's tired of this, and pushes away from the mass of graying cotton, tumbling free onto the cold tile floor as his mom lifts her foot into the air.
Scott's face crashes into the ground. The tiles are slick with pool water, causing the poor boy to skid along them, coming to a stop some distance away, in the shadow of another giant woman. He recognizes the shock of fire-red hair as Karen's, and begins to shout and scream as he struggles against his bruised body to stand. "I'm down here, on the floor! Help me!"
The rumble of a footstep draws his attention down, and to his awe Scott watches Karen pull her feet free from their flats. The first one rises high into the air, pedicured toes shining in the florescent light, before crashing down just feet from the speck's position. He panics, scrambling away as her step threw him to the floor, but her shadow falls over him once more as her other foot rockets down. He flips to his back in time to catch a glimpse of the pink sole as it overtakes him, crashing down where he stood. Her skin engulfs him, waves of soft bare flesh that greedily conformed to every crevice on the tile floor, smothering Scott in almost doughy softness while simultaneously pinning him with the weight of the sky. His mouth, held open in a scream, fills with a minute winkle, forcing her taste down into his throat.
The world rumbles; speaking. Suddenly Karen's foot lifts. For a moment Scott sticks to it but he is forced off by its speed, tumbling through the air with a desperate gasp of breath. Her voice tears through the air. "-en just have so much more energy and they so love to play."
Scott crashes back onto the floor, still sucking down the cool air he had been deprived of, skidding to a stop just before the toes of Karen's other foot. He felt his heart drop at the massive trunks of flesh that stretched out before him, but he was too beat to move. He watched her foot lift off and slam into a locker's door to close it, before it rushed back towards him. He closed his eyes.
It was close, this time, but not enough. Her big toe lands on him, and Scott found himself under the very edge of the toe. Still, it was more than he could handle, and the speck began to wail into the flesh, twitching with all his might for there was not enough space to move. His whole body ached, as Karen's thoughtless step ground Scott's entire being into the floor.
Hmm? Karen thought as she continued to chat with her friend, feeling something beneath her. Lifting her toe, she spotted the strangest looking doll lying lifeless on the floor. She caught Scott's eyes, but the boy was now finally out of energy; he couldn't so much as blink back. She bent down and picked him up, rolling him between finger and thumb. Pliable, some sort of plastic or rubber probably. She held it out by one of its arms, enjoying the way it dangled limply for her.
"Cathy, this yours?"
Scott was helpless as he was tossed through the air, landing with a wet smack in the palm of his mother's hand. He stared up, watching her face take up his entire field of vision. "No," she says, her voice a force in its own right that further pounded on the small boy. It's not mine. Where'd you find it?
"Just on the floor," Karen said, grabbing it back from her friend. "I think I'll keep it."
"What if it belongs to someone else?"
"Then they shouldn't have left it on the floor where anyone could step on it."
"Karen," Cathy said, putting on her mother voice.
"Fine, fine," Karen said, setting the toy back on the ground where she found it, completely missing the small twitches it made as it tried for their attention. "But if it's still here when we leave I'm pocketing it."
With that, the two women left, and Scott was left on the floor to slowly recover his strength.
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