You can barely hear much from the world outside the sneaker, as your senses are completely overpowered by the offensive foot, though you can somewhat hear Sheila's voice. After a short, inquisitive sounding sentence, your world begins to shift. You feel like you're thrown every which way, while being pinned down the entire time. You almost vomit from the motion when paired with the horrible smell, but you manage to hack anything that starts on the way up back down, knowing that letting it go is only going to make it that much worse.
It seems like forever before the motion stops, as you lay there for a moment, crushed by the huge toes that bind your body... until finally, a reprieve! The drenched sock slides off your body, scraping you as it did so... whether from the blood returning or the friction, you feel ashamed as the crotch of the suit swells. Light washes over you momentarily, before it's blotted out again by not a foot this time, but a hand.
You're picked out of the shoe and lifted up quickly, almost vomiting again, to see Sheila's cruelly smiling face studying your tiny body. As you scan the environs, you can see you're in a washroom stall, and she's sitting on the toilet with her pants and panties down. Ordinarily you'd be excited about being in the girls' washroom... but right now, you're panicking too much to appreciate it.
"Mm, did you enjoy that, you little snot?" she whispered, almost seductively. "Ohh, but I'm not done with you yet... if you liked that smell, you're gonna love this..."
She giggled softly before quickly sweeping you between her legs and pressing your head against her wrinkled, exposed anus. You try to get away, but her grip is far too secure. "Try and get away, little man... Even if you do... fwoooooosh" She mimicked a flushing noise before giving you a sharp jolt, sending you halfways into her rectum. Your body is sliding in quickly, and all seems lost...