There's a tear at the end of her shoe! If you could just make it there...

Just faintly, you could make out a miniscule gap at the end of Victoria's shoe! A few droplets of light were filtering in through the layers of gunk and grime... but it was right at the toe end! If your experience almost dying under the stink of her toes was anything to go on, that was the most dangerous area of the shoe! And yet if you didn't run for it you'd be squashed until you were just another part of the insole! Just while you were thinking Victoria had pressed down twice more, layering you in your tiny body weight's worth of filth. There was no time like the present! Taking a deep breath to get as much energy as you could (and **** from the toxic air), you began a **** run to the toe area of the shoe.

Victoria for her part seemed to speed up her merciless pressing down from above, stopping you every few seconds to introduce you to her disgusting insole anew. Each press covered you in even more grime, slowing you down more. Each second within the shoe filled your lungs with yet more of her brain-**** stink. You were close... but yet so far... the smell... the toejam... the foot gunk... it was all nearly too much!

No! You were going to survive this! You'd snuck a sniff of your idol's 100,000 real socks and were going to live to tell the tale! You struggled with all your heart, body and soul to run the length of Victoria's shoe, scraping all her grime off you along the way as she continued to pretend-trample you into her insole. And before long, you were there - face to face with the tear and your freedom. The only problem was the layer of caked on gunk and toejam in the way - which was so strong even your hands couldn't get it off. **** to escape and running on literal fumes, you began biting at the gross foot refuse, taking chunks off at a time and swallowing them just to be done quicker. Each toxic lump of toe filth inside you threatened to kill you anew, but you weren't stopping now! Chew, chew, chew... squished by Victoria... chew, chew, chew. There! Light! You leapt with every bit of your remaining strength straight out the end of the shoe and finally saw the light of day again.

Sprinting as fast as your exhausted tiny body would take you, you turned around to witness Victoria still playfully stepping on her shoe, totally unaware you had slipped out. Away you ran, first to the goal, then the stands, then out of the stadium itself. You had escaped!

Two weeks later, as you sat masturbating furiously to the memory of being a tiny at the mercy of an amazing princess like Victoria, you looked at the package of shrinking pills you had bought in the aftermath and wondered if a new adventure might not be a bad idea...