Being an isekai hero sounds great until you end up shrunken down and your party loses all respect for you.
Disclaimer: This story contains some foot stuff (mostly clean), breasts and butts. Only one "hero" was downsized in the making of this story.
Becoming an adventurer was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Sure, you felt the whole isekai trope was overrated in your past life, but when it actually happens to you and you find yourself in a fantasy world where you can do whatever you want, it's a bit difficult not to enjoy the experience. From the very start of your new life you realized you had a talent for adventuring in this world and it didn't take long for you to become a well renowned rogue, so renowned that you swiftly found yourself surrounded by pragmatic adventurers seeking to join you in your quests. Of course, with so many options, you were rather selective, making sure to pick only the most skilled, and attractive, of party members. And so you found yourself in the company of three new companions, a powerful mage known as Natasha, the fierce fighter Gabriella and the kind priestess Clara. These three would be your closest friends and allies, or so you thought at the time.
Natasha wanted to try out a new spell she made up recently, something that could be used to severely weaken monsters and make them much easier to slay. Unfortunately, you agreed to help her out in testing the spell. Whether Natasha was fully aware of what she was doing or it really was an accident was something you never managed to find out, but due to her magical experimentation you soon found yourself standing at a mere three inches in height, greatly dwarfed by the titanic party members that surrounded you. You soon learned that your brilliant mage had never figured out a way to reverse the spell's effects, but she had promised she'd get to work on that immediately and that you'd be back to your old height before long.
That was several months ago and you had long since resigned to the fact that growing you back wasn't a priority, that is assuming it was even something she was going to do in the first place. While at first your party seemed supportive, you quickly learned that they were treating you more like a party pet than their downsized party leader. They began to take your orders less and less seriously, and in a few weeks you were the one having to take orders from them. Natasha herself seemed to get more dismissive of you and your concerns as time went on, only really talking to you when she felt like releasing her pent up stress on someone who was physically weaker than she is.
And so you found yourself on the mage's work desk, staring up at the towering brunette beauty as she fiddled around with her scrolls and books, not really seeming to pay much attention to you for the moment. You were akin to another object to her, practically blending into the background of her messy table if she wasn't trying to seek you out. This is where you spent most of your time now, on the crowded table of vials and paper, trying your best to get her attention every day just to be fed. Other than that you mostly hoped to avoid her attention whenever possible, feeling quite lucky when the mage occupied herself with her magic studies.
Luck wouldn't stay on your side as her eyes soon dart to your naked form, the party long since having stopped providing you any clothes. A devilish smirk appeared on her face as her hand reached closer, the mage's long, dark blue colored nails threateningly looming over you. Her fingers coiled around you like serpents, easily grabbing your body and lifting you up from the desk. "I almost forgot to play with my little pet today!" She cheerfully announced, her condescending attitude having already defined your new relationship with her.
A small chuckle left her as she lowered your body down to the ground, right in front of her massive black boots. Those things were utterly terrifying to you now, and she knew it. Natasha spent a good portion of the first two months of your new life threatening you with being crushed by her unforgiving soles. It was both horrifying and humiliating how the shortest party member managed to become such a force of nature so easily. Of course, it also didn't help that she could end you without even needing to touch you, even the weakest of her spells being powerful enough to fry you to ashes in an instant.
Her feet would rise, slightly taping on the ground, making the earth shake as you fell down on your knees before her. "You're so fucking pathetic. I'm gonna be honest, I literally forgot you even existed yesterday when we were hiring and giving the newbie a tour of the manor." She explained, her words full of mockery. The manor you lived in, the one you purchased with your own wealth, was now a massive landscape where you were delegated to being nothing but a pet. The thoughts that raced in your mind at this moment made you feel even more insignificant, but then you stopped, realizing what she said. Your head raised upwards in confusion, what was she implying?
She seemed to quickly catch on what you were thinking about as her smirk grew. Her hands would grab her boots, slowly beginning to take them off as she spoke: "Well, we've been having to run around as a three person party for months now, and let me tell you it is not fun! And since your little parasite self clearly isn't growing anytime soon, we all collectively decided to hire a new party member. She's a rogue, like you! Well, like you used to be, probably a lot better than you even when you were big though…" Her finger tapped on her lip in contemplation, mocking you further as rage started to fill your insides. But of course, there was nothing you could do, she was in complete control and you knew it.
"Anyways, I figure I'll probably let her try you out a bit later, but for now I've got some work for you, pet!" She seemed rather cheerful as her bare sole popped out of her boots, her toes wiggling in the air as she soon lowered her foot back down onto the ground in front of you. The ground shook, the menacing form of her leg looming above you as it soon got paired with her other foot. Her soles themselves were rather pristine, which was probably because Natasha could easily use her magic to make all the filth vanish from her body. Despite how mean she was, she was easily one of the better people to be stuck serving under.
Her toes wiggled yet again, frightening you for a moment as she soon spoke: "Come on, you know the drill by now. I'm gonna be stuck working till late and I'm going to need you to lick and pamper my feet for me. Get going if you don't want to end up sleeping in my sock again." Her demeanor gradually got more dismissive as she looked back at her notes on the table, starting to completely ignore you. She had already gotten used to leaving you to follow her orders without any supervision, having properly trained you to be a good slave that obeys her every whim, no matter how absurd it might be.
Despite a still intact rebellious spirit inside you, you knew you stood no chance against her if she decided to punish you. She was a mage, even if you hid she could easily find you anywhere in this mansion. With a lot of reluctance you began to crawl towards her toes, bringing your face to them as you started your worship of them by lowering your head and gently kissing the second toe, rubbing your face firmly against the top of it in a show of devotion. Your hands would wrap around it, massaging its sides as you tried your best to please your owner once again. The toe would very lightly twitch in response, a small giggle heard from above as she felt you begin your work.
There was nothing else you could do as your head leaned in closer, practically shoving your face between her toes and opening your mouth as you began to lick around. Her feet were pristine, if a tiny bit sweaty, which made them much easier to bear. Your arms practically hugged around the two toes around you, pressing tightly around them as you tried your best to massage them, squeezing on them in an effort to please your owner.
The entire ordeal would continue for an hour or so, with the mage only occasionally glancing down towards you to make sure you were still doing your job. There's a good chance she barely even felt your efforts, but just the sheer power she held over your tiny form made it worth it for her. For you there was little more than constant licking and rubbing, the sound of her flipping papers around far above being the only ambiance to keep you company as you tried not to choke when swallowing down the sweat in some particularly wet parts of her sole. But before long, the end of your work shift was signaled by her toes tightly squeezing around your form, squishing you from all sides and making you let out a painful squeal.
"Ahhh, that's enough of that for now!" She relaxed, stretching her feet as you got carried around by her toes. A soft smirk filled her face again as she looked down and began to mock: "You're so pathetic. You're being defeated by a squish mage's toes. I mean, it's literally just my toes, that's like, level 0.1 or something. I bet a slime would be an end game boss for you now!" Her toes squeezed tightly over and over as she kept teasing you about your weakness again. It was nothing new, she loved to flex her superiority over you whenever she got the chance.
After a good few more squeezed she'd suddenly lift her foot upwards, her hand approaching towards it as she let go with her toes, letting you get grabbed by her fingers instead. Your body would continue to rise upwards, once more in front of her face as she licked her lips. "You know, since you have the base stats of a sardine, I wonder if you'll taste like one~" With that her mouth began to open up with a soft "ahhhh~", revealing the large moist cavern. Her saliva dribbled from top to bottom, her pearly teeth shining dangerously towards you as her tongue began to slowly slide out, threatening to lick you up without a second thought.
However, just as it got close, it would pull back. Her mouth closed back up, her lips turning into a frown as she let out a disgusted sound. "Of course I wouldn't eat you, you're repulsive…" Gravity suddenly began to take over as she let go, dropping you down and letting you fall right onto the mage's chest. It didn't take long for you to start sliding down the soft surface, finding yourself surrounded by her warm skin as you got trapped in her cleavage. The scene would normally be comforting if you were to forget who's chest you were in.
This seemed to give her an idea, her hands once more coming closer as they each grabbed one of her breasts. Without much warning, she began to squeeze them together, her breasts suddenly smacking on either side of you and starting to suffocate your tiny body. You struggled and squirmed, air pushed out of you as the pressure began to threaten to crush you to a tiny pulp. Every second spent here made the normally heavenly place feel like hellish torture. The witch-like cackling that came from above seemed to only worsen things, her mocking laughter making you feel utterly humiliated on top of the pain you were going through.
After a few moments, only due to Natasha's mercy, you'd find yourself breathing again as she pulled her tits apart. A soft coo came from above as she watched you breathing heavily and trying to recover, visibly entertained by your struggles for survival. However, that was soon accompanied by a tired sigh. Natasha soon stood up, yourself getting shaken a bit from her movements as you tried to hold on. She herself would shove her hand into her cleavage, grabbing you and starting to lift you out as she spoke: "Time's up for us, I'm gonna need to head out on another quest with the girls soon."
Her hand went to place you back on the desk, only to suddenly stop. She seemed to take a moment to contemplate, before bringing you back towards her, moving your body directly behind her back as her other hand suddenly pulled back the back of her pants, revealing the plump, endowed backside. You began to panic, her fingers loosening their grip until letting go completely, your body immediately finding itself in free-fall. "You'll be spending some nice quality time with my ass, you don't mind, right? Well, I don't actually care either way." She'd shrug as she felt you tumble down right between her ass cheeks, your body getting pressed from either side by the warm mounds.
The inside of her ass crack was a lot sweatier than most places, making it slick to move around. However, the sheer pressure from the cheeks that surrounded you made it very difficult to escape. This was especially worse when she let go of her waistband, letting it smack right against her cheeks and shake your world around. By the time it was over you were even more stuck in place, completely unable to move. Natasha began to get up, moving out of her study and to another adventure. You'd feel her every sway, every step squeezing you around as you were forced to be the mage's ass toy for the rest of the day.
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Natasha was one of the most tame party member's to be playing with you, but unfortunately for you the one using you now was none other than the fighter, Gabriella. The brave tomboy was already much stronger than you before you shrank, but after you got smaller she became an unstoppable force to you. She didn't much care for tormenting or teasing you, she already could easily do that with anyone she wanted. Gabriella was instead more interested in the practical use of your tiny self as a way to clean her body from all the nasty sweat she'd find herself building up as a result of both her training exercises as well as her more active role in quests.
Due to the demanding labour and her often needing you during the quests, she often had to take you with her. However, with her outfit mostly being defensive armor, she didn't exactly have pockets, and the stern warrior wasn't going to give you an opportunity to escape by keeping you in some loose pouch. And so you found yourself in your current location, surrounded by the thick smell of footsweat, the warmth practically cooking your body. Gabriella's massive sole was right on top of you, pressing you against the insole of her boot as you could do little but slowly lick at the nasty underside of her toes.
Every step Gabriella took was incredibly painful, the pressure from her soft sole squeezing down on your body making you squeal out in response. Your hands would weakly squeeze against her toes, pushing at them and rubbing to try and lightly ease the pressure. It was no use, however, as even the slightest attempt to move her off was met with the devastating force of her next step smacking you down even more roughly than the previous one. You were utterly trapped in this torment and there was nothing you could do about it other than laying there and taking the full strength of her steps, trying your best not to scream as you lick and rub to please her.
Whether she even felt your efforts was unknown to you, but after a solid few hours of torture, your body drenched in sweat, you'd suddenly notice everything begin to shake as your prison slightly loosened. Her gigantic tyrannical foot would begin to rise into the air, receding out from the boot as you were greeted by the light of the outside. It wasn't a bright light, rather dim, likely the light of a torch or fireplace illuminating the area around the proud warrior as she began to rest from a day of adventuring. You could tell by the light sight she let out as her foot left her boot that she was tired, her toes wiggling on the way out, as if waving at you.
You weren't left alone in there for long as gravity began to shift forward, the insole swiftly turning into a sudden slope as you began to tumble down the sweat-encrusted surface. Finally you'd fall out, landing on the dirt ground of the outside as your disgusting form was revealed. You were utterly covered in filth, sweat drenching your body as a thick, layer of toejam spread across much of your body. At your size and like that you looked like some nasty mouse more so than a person.
Despite this, you seemed relieved to finally be out and be able to breathe some fresh air. Well, relatively fresh, even now the strong smell of Gabriella's boot was airing out and filling the air with its toxic fumes. For a moment you tried to stand up, to get away from the boot hole, but before you had a chance to move at all you saw a looming shadow over you. Turning around, you'd be filled with dread as the massive, sweaty, tomboy's sole began to descend right on top of you.
It was putrid, the smell from her foot seeming even worse after you finally got a short break from it. You could almost see the sweaty steam airing from the sole as it approached you, the dirty toes wiggling teasingly as it finally landed right on top of your body. It was swift, violent and merciless as it smacked down on the ground, pinning you roughly and pressing your body into the dirt. You were almost completely submerged under the foot, only your face slightly peeking out from between her second and third toes.
"No running away, pet!" The gigantic woman spoke in an authoritative voice, her tone stern and clearly showing she wasn't going to have mercy if you disobeyed. You knew that well, the tomboy woman having already spent several sessions breaking you in and teaching you exactly how rough her punishments can be. Your hands lightly pressed against her sole, trying to once again ease the pressure, or at least allow you to breathe. However, your every effort was not only easily kept at bay, but it was also bringing amusement, the gigantic green eyes staring at you from above with a gleeful smile.
"No matter how hard you try you're never going to be able to defeat even my pinkie toe, huh?~" Her tone was mocking, though with a visible hint of disgust at your weakness compared to her. She suddenly squeezed her toes, pressing them tightly around your body. A scream of pain would leave you, the pressure making you feel like you might truly pop this time. The squeeze rubbed more filth and sweat over your body, the droplets washing down your back, while your open screaming mouth engulfed some of the filth, forcing you to swallow it.
The pressure would only continue to increase as Gabriella let out an annoyed sigh. Her other foot would rise, only to smack down on top of the foot that pinned you, pressing down into it and applying even more pressure. Your poor body got utterly swallowed by the dirt that surrounded you, enveloped and unable to struggle much as you were slowly being buried alive by this giant woman. From above, heavily muffled by the two soles, you could hear her commanding voice speak in a frustrated tone, as if talking to a misbehaving child: "I thought I've trained you to start licking my feet when I place it on top of you. Fucking lick!"
Her angry yell only seemed to terrify you more as you open your mouth wider, swallowing more of the nasty filth as you tried to push your tongue out. It was difficult, the pressure making it hard for you to push past the sweaty mud that filled your mouth, as well as blocking your every chance at trying to swallow the disgusting stuff. However, with some effort, you managed to push your tongue out, starting to lick across the tiny bit of her sole you could reach, wiggling your tongue like a tiny worm that poked out of the dirt. This pitiful display seemed to amuse your owner, a resounding chuckle being heard from far above that made her feet shake a bit, smashing your body further into the dirt and grinding you down against it.
The torment continued for a good minute or so, yourself never daring to stop licking in an effort to please the titanic Mistress pinning you down. Eventually the pressure finally eased, her feet rising into the air, continuing to loom above you like threatening monoliths, oppressively staring down at you and ready to smash on top of you at a moment's notice, should they so desire. You found yourself buried in a hole in the ground caused by her sole, it was a good two feet deep from your perspective as you slowly stood up, your body weak and battered after the inshoe ride and the punishment it just went through.
After taking a few more moments to recover you'd finally look upwards, seeing the looming, sweaty feet. Droplets of nasty, filth-filled sweat would occasionally drop from the sky and land around you, one or two landing directly on top of you, covering you in the stinky liquid you've already grown accustomed to by now. Beyond the two towering feet, from between her powerful toes, you could see Gabriella's smiling face staring down at you, a devious grin that sent shivers down your spine. You knew her feet were one of the least disgusting parts of her after a quest and she was not shy about making you clean every dirty crevice of her body.
"Hey pet, do you remember what my favorite spot to use you for was?~" She asked as her smile got even more sinister. The silence that followed was full of dread as you began to shake, you knew exactly what she was talking about. You started to shake your head, desperate to not go back there, terrified of being once again shoved in her armpit. That place was only comparable to hell itself, easily worse than any other smell you've been subjected to before in your entire life. Despite this, your waving and pleading seemed to only encourage the titanic tomboy. Her right arm would raise high, revealing her bare armpit, teasing you about the stinky fate that awaited.
Droplets of sweat the size of your head would slide across her smooth armpit, the smell so strong you could almost feel it from down there. The area seemed comparable to a swamp, the layer of wetness coating it being enough to drown you if she was to pour every droplet into a cup. Your head began to shake almost instinctively, much to her amusement as you watched her left hand begin to descend down towards you. "Come here, shrimp!" She yelled out in excitement as you desperately tried to get up and run away. However, even your best efforts would be in vain, let alone now that your body is battered and exhausted, covered with sticky sweat and filth that slowed down your every movement, it was hilariously easy to catch you.
Within seconds you felt the enormous digits wrap around your body, easily grabbing and squeezing on you like pythons. Your body couldn't struggle, nothing you did could help you escape her grasp as you felt yourself being pulled back and lifted into the air. Your tiny legs kicked in panic, your arms desperately trying to push her off, but as time passed you soon began to smell that dreadful scent. You immediately went to cover your mouth, almost barfing from the sheer shock of the pungent odor invading your nostrils. Your head soon turned, only to see that you were being held inches away from the open armpit, staring directly at the horrific open maw of her arm as it prepared to engulf you whole.
"In ya go!" She smirked to herself as she suddenly thrust you forward. Within a moment your body was being plastered against her armpit, spread wide and softly rubbed around. She'd press your torso against the sweaty surface, dragging it around and letting your body collect the nasty armpit sweat. The smell was utterly disgusting, overwhelming your very being as it began to burn at your insides, so strong that it was like inhaling a steamy concoction from the depths of hell itself. Her rubbing forced your mouth open, making you lick and swallow the liquid, the horrible taste ingraining itself into your tongue as it went down your throat, filling your insides with the grotesque substance.
One of her fingers would lift itself up to your head, suddenly pressing down on it, further forcing you against the armpit as she made sure you experienced the worst that she could put you through in its full intensity. Even before you shrank her body odor was nasty, but now it was utterly impossible to breathe without gagging or wanting to faint. Already a few seconds in you were hoping to lose consciousness or finally succumb to the torment and die like any other pathetic bug would in your place.
You weren't going to be so lucky as her right arm suddenly lowered down, her other hand letting your body go. For a split moment your body stayed in place, stuck thanks to the sweat and trapped as you tried to struggle. You may have even escaped if her arm hadn't descended back down, properly trapping you in her armpit. You squirmed, you begged, every fiber of your being devoted to trying to escape this hellish environment you were now stuck in. This only seemed to cause the fighter to giggle, either from how amusing your pathetic escape attempts were or because your movements were tickling her. Moments passed, soon feeling like an eternity as you were running out of air. The thick miasma seeping into your lungs slowly suffocated you, and before you knew it your eyes began to close as you lost consciousness.
You woke up, the heat around you being beyond oppressive as you felt your body covered in warm sweat. However, this wasn't the same place, the pressure wasn't as strong, but it was still completely pinning you down. You found difficulty breathing and the smell was still bad, but not as potent as the one before. As you sat there in thought, you noticed the loud sound of a beating heart. You tried to push around in panic, noticing the soft mound of flesh that seemed to be buried on top of you, making you struggle to move. You were in Gabriella's underboob, pressed tightly under it, covered in her boob sweat, kept in place by her bra. You tried to move around, pushing, screaming, but your voice was too muffled to be heard for even a moment.
A sudden pressure was felt as Gabriella pressed her hand against her chest, you heard her voice speak something, but you couldn't understand what it was as the pressure soon subsided. You had an educated guess on what it was as you opened your mouth wide, letting your tongue once again drag against the sweaty surface that surrounded you, giving lick after lick, the salty liquid filling your mouth as you worshipped your owner. You were utterly trapped in her bra until she let you out, forced to worship and clean her underboob as she went on exciting quests and fought dangerous beasts, something which you could have been doing had you not been demoted to a sweat rag.
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Your body felt utterly broken. Hours spent being treated as a sweat rag by Gabriella had left you exhausted and bruised to the point that you struggled to even breathe. It felt like every bone in your body was about to break into dust and like every single muscle was screaming for help. Gabriella herself seemed rather satisfied after having used you, if a bit disappointed that you were already used up and had to be carried in her massive palm in order to be fixed up. The tomboy's hand was rather warm as you laid limply, trying not to move too much from all the stinging pain.
At least you knew you were going to be in good hands soon enough. Clara, the party healer, was a gentle soul that always did her best to ensure everyone's safety. This seemed to only further compliment her angelic beauty, her long golden hair, paired with her white robes and nearly as pale skin would only add to the appearance that she truly is an angel among mortals. Part of you hoped that you could hopefully convince her to help you grow back in size, even if you'll likely need to convince her to gather the courage to go against her fellow party members' decision to keep you as a puny plaything for them.
Gabriella finally made her way to Clara's room, gently knocking on the door. The first thing you heard was a loud, yet surprisingly adorable, squeak coming from the other side. Soon after was a bunch of hurried steps as the door was swiftly opened, revealing the rather short figure. Well, short to Gabriella by a bit over a head, at least, she was anything but short when compared to you who could easily fit in an open palm and be carried around like this.
"Hey, Clara, I'm gonna need ya to take care of them, I may have gotten a bit too rough this time." Gabriella explained, suddenly twisting her hand upside down and dropping you carelessly, much to the shock of both yourself and the priestess. You heard a sudden surprised scream coming from Clara as her hand swiftly grabbed you as you fell, cushioning your fall as you landed on the soft, gentle palm of this benevolent Goddess. Her expression soon grew frustrated, glaring at Gabriella as she spoke: "Watch it! Do you know how much harder it is to revive someone instead of just healing them?" She berated, although seeming to be more concerned about her own troubles in having to save you rather than worried about you.
The tomboy seemed to just wave her off, walking away from the scene as if nothing happened, much to the frustration of the healer, who seemed ready to start a fight with the fighter. After a few moments she let out a sigh, walking back inside and closing the door behind her. You let out some words of thanks, trying to break the ice, but Clara seemed to actively ignore you as she walked into her room, making her way to her desk as she started pulling her chair out, sitting down and placing you on the wooden surface of the table. It was then that you managed to get a look at your surroundings, both on top of the table and the room itself.
While Clara herself gave the impression of an orderly woman of God, the room itself showed anything but order. Scrolls and bits of paper littered the ground, her clothes being casually dropped on top of a chair, some of which had fallen onto the slightly dusty ground below. Her bed was unmade, and when looking at Clara herself you'd notice that she had a severe case of bed hair, many strands poking in various directions. In fact, she herself had a rather odd appearance now that you got a closer look, her eyes tired with dark circles beneath them. Clara was clearly beyond stressed, making you wonder what exactly was happening with her since you shrank down.
However, that wasn't even the most disturbing part as you weakly turned your head to see the contents of the table around you. It was a bit hard to get a good look, every motion painful, on top of being laid down instead of sitting, but the table was covered with various items that'd belong in a witch's room rather than that of a priestess. Hastily scribbled notes, various oddly colored brews in bottles, various flowers or animal parts in jars and a collection of dolls filled with needles that seemed to oddly resemble yourself and the other two party members. Your head started to turn back nervously to face Clara, a concerned look on your face.
Clara had been watching you the entire time, studying your reactions. She noticed the way you stared at her, making her slightly frown at seeing your surprised face. However, the sudden fearful reaction you had to the contents of the table made her give an amused chuckle. You stared at each other for a few seconds, the silence only broken as her hand suddenly rose and began to move towards you. In a panic, that was practically instinctive to you at this point, you began trying to escape. Unfortunately, in your weakened state you only managed to lightly flinch before you were yelping in pain, unable to move an inch to escape the massive hand approaching you.
Your eyes were closed and braced for the worst, however the worst never came. Instead you were filled with a strong sense of warmth, your body no longer seeming to be in pain. Your eyes would open to see a yellowish light emanating from Clara's hand, healing your body with little to no effort. Just as you moved to thank her for that, you'd see her expression. A mixture of sadistic mockery and disgust as she scowled down at you as if staring at a lowly worm that happened to crawl into her room. "That was literally the weakest healing spell I know, you know that, right?"
Her voice was calm and condescending, a slight hint of malice hidden within it as she continued: "Do you know how pathetic you are that your health is so low that you can be on the brink of death and still get completely healed by such a puny spell? You're on the level of an insect, you don't even have a level as far as anyone else is concerned." The more she spoke, the more the disgust started to turn into mockery, her expression growing into an ever wider smile as her pupils seemed to shrink.
"Honestly, I can't believe I used to work for something as pathetic as you. Do you have the slightest clue how stressful it is to have to heal someone so reckless and full of themselves while being berated to do a better job when they get hurt cause of their own stupidity?" While said in an amused and slightly insane tone, it was clear that Clara was getting more frustrated as she spoke. Her hand would suddenly descend down again, grabbing your tiny body and wrapping her fingers around it tightly. Your rejuvenated state wasn't strong enough to fight back against her, leaving you to wriggle around helplessly in her grasp as she continued to berate you for your misdeeds.
"And don't get me wrong, the others aren't exactly that good at not getting themselves hurt either, but at least they're not as arrogant and ignorant as you are! You think I only started looking like this recently? I've looked like this every day since we started working together, you just never bothered to talk to me before I put on all the spells and charms to look at least somewhat presentable despite all the nerves you manage to kill every time you bump into another trap!" Poison seeped from every word she spoke as her hand suddenly started to squeeze tighter. The pressure became overwhelming, making you squeal out in pain, something which Clara seemed to completely ignore as she continued to torment you. Her long nails started to dig into your skin, pushing into your back and making it bleed out, the feeling akin to being stabbed by daggers at your size.
You tried to beg her to stop squeezing, your voice barely audible due to your now squeezed lungs trying to desperately catch a single breath from the pressure. Despite this, Clara didn't seem to care in the slightest, her grip continuing to increase as she raised your body closer to her face. "I bet your tiny shrimp brain is too clueless to even comprehend how I could be upset. You probably think I'm just having some sort of overreaction as you usually do!" Spit flew from her mouth and smacked against your body as she spoke, the saliva only making the pain worse as some of it slipped its way into the open wounds caused by her fingernails.
"You know what? I don't even care anymore. Cause honestly, I think playing with you is going to be quite therapeutic~" She coos, a sound that made you shudder in fear as you realized Clara was definitely not doing well right now. Before you had a chance to talk to her she'd let go, letting you drop from her grasp and begin to descend down towards the ground. You managed to get a good look at the nasty floor below before smacking down onto it. Your bones broke from the impact, your limbs unable to move as you fell down a height that easily managed to bring you down to near death. As you suffered in pain, screaming and squirming, you heard an evil chuckle from above.
Within moments a shadow was cast over your body. Your head would raise up to see the looming slippers of the exhausted priestess, the dirty, dust-covered sole beneath them threatening to stomp down and crush your very being at any moment. Her slipper leaned back and forth as you held your breath, only to watch it suddenly descend down without a hint of hesitation. The massive slipper descended like a meteor, smashing on your tiny body with enough force to turn you into mush. Your body was immediately crushed beneath her, the woman giggling to herself as she ground her foot left and right, making sure she properly took you out.
However, moments later you felt yourself breathe again, gasping for air from beneath her nasty sole. Your hand tried to push weakly against her foot, but it seemed to not even be felt as she continued to laugh to herself. Just then her foot lifted, making you feel like you might be free from it, only for the slipper to descend back down, smacking on top of your body and shoving your head against the ground. The foot would rise again and smack down, constantly tapping on your poor body as she began to speak again: "Don't worry, I won't let you actually die. I'll bring you back no matter how stupid your death is, just like always~"
Each tap made your head instantly get shoved into the ground, the pressure squeezing it, before letting go for just long enough to let you recover before getting stomped on again. It felt like you might just pop again, and you would have had Clara not decided to constantly heal you in order to make sure you can take even more of her punishment. After a good few more taps she'd start speaking again, constantly smacking her sole against you, just to show you who's in charge now: "Now, I could either keep you like this and have you get obliterated by my soles as I idly write in my notes, or you could beg your new Goddess for forgiveness and she if she'd like to show some mercy to a pathetic flea like yourself. What will you pick, bug?"
The choice was obvious, you've gotten used to the idea of demeaning yourself for mercy by now as you immediately began to beg and plead. Your mouth opened up and you started to lick the disgusting, dusty surface of the slipper, trying your best not to gag as you showed the utmost devotion to this terrifying woman. She seemed beyond amused, the taps stopping as she just rested her foot on top of you, letting you worship it for a short while longer as she stared down at you with a gleeful expression on her face.
"Very well, your Goddess will give you the honor of letting you redeem yourself for your sins against her~" Her mocking tone only added to the humiliation as her foot soon moved back, letting you finally see her face again. It was a terrifying expression, smile from ear to ear as she giggled to herself. You never thought you'd think this before, but at this moment Clara seemed scarier than any single monster you had ever encountered prior. You could see her teeth show as she smiled, appearing like terrifying fangs as she continued to chuckle and slowly crouched down, her hand once again grasping towards you.
This time you didn't even try to escape, your poor body too petrified with fear to even think of trying to run away from the terror approaching you. Her hand grabbed you up like a claw machine, the fingers suddenly squeezing on your body, pressing against your torso and lifting you up towards her face yet again. Her beautiful blue eyes now stared you down like two watchful moons, no longer giving the aura of an angelic protector, now appearing to belong to a vengeful Goddess who observed your every move. Clara soon began to speak again, her every word shaking your tiny form as she held you tightly: "I'm going to send you to a kind of purgatory now, alright buggy?~"
For a moment you were unsure what she meant by that, but your question would soon be answered as her mouth opened wide. The two lips parted to reveal a deep, dark, moist cavern, the warmth from it radiating against your body as a steamy miasma of saliva hit your face. You cough in reaction, staring nervously as you try to wave your hands in panic. But your pleading wouldn't work on her as she brought her hand closer to her mouth. Within moments you were enveloped by it and dropped on top of her tongue, landing on the moist surface.
She let out a slight "Mmmmm~", seeming to enjoy your taste as her tongue moved around, lightly pressing against your body and pushing you up to the roof of her mouth. She'd continue to lick around, not seeming to care for your protests or squirms as she tasted you. After getting to enjoy herself for a few more moments, she'd tilt her head back, mercilessly swallowing you down like a tiny morsel. Your body got squeezed by her throat walls and send down her gullet with a loud, unapologetic GULP!
She let out a satisfied sigh as she pet her belly, your body falling into the pool of acids. The stuff would immediately start to burn at your body, beginning to melt it, digesting you into nothing but nutrients for the petite healer. She'd smile to herself, giggling as she soon spoke: "Don't worry, you'll be in great pain for a little while. But I'll make sure to bring you back, making you revive inside my stomach over and over. I'm sure eventually your body will make your way out on its own, but who knows how many times I'll bring you back until then. Have fun, snack~" Your head soon sank under the acids, melting away, knowing you'd soon be back to experience this torment all over again.