disaster

troggie wakes up to find you struggling for dear life to escape for under his pndorous foot. "Sorry, I would let you go but I don't want ot get caught. If I do let you go promise to run away and not to return". "But I will still be shrunk" you explain. In the end you realise that this is your only chance to escape for in between his putrid toes and for under his foot, which is double your size. He lifts his massive foot but to your horror you had been under it for so long that his foot had sweated and you had got stuck to it. Troggie looks to see if you are still on the floor not checking under his foot where you still were. He sighed. Hoping that you would not get caught. Troggie placed his foot down on the floor. Your rib cage straining from the weight. Realising it was the end of his shift he walked of in the direction of his bedroom. You not only had to put up with the putrid stench that was coming from his foot and flooding your senses you now had to deal with being stepped on. Troggie opened the door to his room, inside was a giant bed with a chair, desk, wardrobe and two huge slippers. Troggie went to sit and then lie on his bed, legs out strenched. You slid of his sweaty feet and heard a loud snore. Troggie had fallen asleep again.

Written by JHL

climb of the bed

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