Stuck with John

"You've got guts considering your size. Hell, I could squish you between my toes." The teenager's footsweat coated you. He suddenly squeezed his toes. You're surrounded on all sides by his soft olive skin. Though at your current size and the overwhelming smell, hey don't seem too soft and olivey. Pressure builds and pop, you're small body is crushed between the boy's toes. John smirks and wiggles his toes.