Stuck with John

You squirm as John walks through his room. His pressure squishes you against the soggy sole of his shoe. He feels your struggling form, and thinking its just some inanimate object, he slips off his shoe. You are stuck to his slick toes, coated in cheesy footsweat.
John smiles at you. "I didn't expect to see you like this."

(Next few pages will be conversations, so shorter)