Vann stretched and yawned, sitting up in the immense feathered bed of the temple’s master bedchamber. He smiled as he looked at the sleeping goddess next to him, he’d been spending more and more time in the temple, overseeing repairs and improvements, and sometimes Zenovia herself would manifest, all but dragging him here to the upper levels for “worship.”

“Hmm…” she moaned happily, opening her blue eyes and brushing her long red hair out of her face as she regarded him. “Sleeping in a physical form is such a waste, but at the same time… so pleasant,” she mused.

The blankets seemed to roll back of their own free will, revealing the nude goddess’s waiting womanhood, glistening slightly from her arousal beneath a patch of fiery red hair matching what was on her head. She smugly crooked a finger at him, and he rolled over without question, burying his face between her legs and licking vigorously while she gasped and giggled in pleasure.

“Good boy!” she chuckled, placing a hand on the back of his head and grinding his face into herself, “I want you to wake me up with this next time…” she moaned loudly, and he picked up his pace, licking at her like a man dying of thirst. “You’re going to shrink the moment my divine cunt finishes with you,” Zenovia declared with a laugh, “are you still so eager to bring me off quickly?” She took a sharp breath as Vann’s tongue traced over her clit, almost making her eyes cross.

“You want it, don’t you!?” Zenovia laughed, gripping his hair tightly as she kept him against her, “keep going then! I’ll cum on your cute little face and just wash away that size of yours, make you into the toy you know you want to be!” She took in a breath, gasping one final time as Vann sent her over the edge. She made a mewling sound as her thighs closed around him, her pussy coating his face with her juices. True to her threat Vann found himself diminishing away, the pillarlike thighs around him becoming vast milky white columns as she crossed her legs in the throes of orgasm, trapping him.

“You make a goddess see stars Vann,” she chuckled, collapsing back on to the bed and reaching between her legs. She spread her thighs, letting Vann tumble down to be caught in her waiting hand. He felt her massive fingers curl around him, and he squirmed in her grip as she held him over her face, enjoying the sight of his tiny form completely soaked with her juices.

“What a view,” he managed, smiling down at her immense face as he forced his arms up over the barrier of her curled fingers. She playfully opened her palm, letting him fall only a few inches before being caught in her other hand. He rolled over as she sat up, looming over him with a smile.

“Oh, am I forgetting something?” she giggled, her tree trunk sized finger coming down and gently rubbing his erection. “I must say Vann, your friend Tyra was right, you really do know what to do with this little thing…”

“T-Thanks!” he gasped, feeling her thumb come around as she gripped him, stroking slowly. “I-It’s not every day a goddess compliments your skills in bed!”

“Yes, I’m sure most mortals would die of happiness,” she said with a wink, “now normally I’d enjoy an orgasm and simply send you on your way, but I’m feeling generous this morning, I think I’ll milk this little thing while I give you today’s instructions.”

“Instructions?” he managed, fighting the urge to writhe in her palm as the goddess slowly stroked him off.

“When you’re not off traveling with your friends, I’ll give you tasks to complete around here,” Zenovia said casually. She bit her lip, enjoying the cute faces her toy made as he fought feebly against her fingers. “I’d like you to get the pathway up to the temple made into a proper road,” Zenovia said, “it will make repairs go quicker and attract visitors.”

“Cobblestones!” Vann groaned, fighting the urge to grind against the pad of her fingertip, “got it!”

“Also, your friend Tyra,” Zenovia said suddenly, “tell her she may come dwell in the temple with you, I wouldn’t want to split you from your earthly love on my account, and she’ll make an excellent addition.” She thought a moment, “the orc as well I think, the temple will need some muscle for both protection and…” she grinned, “other reasons…”

“T-Temple guards, right!” Vann groaned, closing his eyes.

“Aww, does little Vann want to squirt?” Zenovia teased, deliberately slowing her motions and enjoying the sudden shock on his face as he looked up at her pleadingly.

“Please Goddess!” Vann called pathetically, “let me finish!”

“Oooh, I don’t know,” Zenovia giggled, rubbing him slightly to keep his erection strong, “it’s so unbecoming of males to beg to cum… tell you what, show the elf the model village you’ve been working on, I’m sure she will help you learn humility.”

Vann’s eyes bulged, “I don’t know, maybe it would be better to let her find it on her own-“

“I guess you didn’t want to cum that badly,” Zenovia said with a smirk.

“Wait, I’ll do it!” Vann swore, “please, just-“ he arced his back and cried out as Zenovia’s powerful fingers brought him over the edge.

“See that you do,” she teased, letting his tiny form collapse into her palm. “Now, take a moment for meditation,” she said, lowering him onto the soles of one of her sandals on the side of the bed. She gave him one last wink, then disappeared, leaving him tiny and alone, using the immense sandal as a mattress.

“A moment for meditation,” he chuckled, looking at the giant sandal thong overhead, “right…”

…

“Harghahaha,” Glorgoz the crusher, ogre of the west hills, laughed as the merchants fled from him and his band of goblins.

“Halt right there!” Chadwick shouted, drawing his sword before the monster as his blond hair billowed in the wind, “These lands are under the protection of the King of Tarport and-“ he yelped and lifted his shield to block a volley from Glorgoz’s goblins.

Tyra leapt towards the beast, grimacing as her sword sparked against its rough stony hide, “taste steel!” she shouted.

“I’m protected well against all manner of metals,” Glorgoz laughed.

“How do you feel about explosives?” a deep female voice called.

“What the hell are explos-“ he began, watching a hissing red stick fly towards him.

The explosion knocked him backwards, and he shouted angrily as he scrambled to his feet, “I’ll crush ya!” he screamed in a voice shriller than he intended.

“Go ahead ogre, make my day!” Tyra shouted, pulling the enchanted whip from her belt and cracking it menacingly.

“If you wish to give up to an Elven beauty over this human rabble, I am here, and with a very reasonable demand for surrender!” Eletha said, appearing alongside the knight, sparks dancing along her fingers.

“I uhh…” Glorgoz gulped then stood upright, “I’m here to conquer!” he insisted.

“Brother!” Razita shouted, jumping into his path, “trust me, these humies are way tougher than they look! But they pay a lot if you need work!”

“BAH!” Glorgoz shouted, swiping her aside with his massive hand, “Greenskins are no siblings of mine!”

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!” Vann shouted, appearing in his white tunic behind the beast, staff in hand.

The ogre blinked, looking around, “did you mean you?” he laughed, “go ahead and take your best shot little mage, my skin is as tough as rock! I’ve taken fireballs from the-“

Vann simply waved his hand, his own height dipping by a foot as the ogre disappeared from view entirely.

“What the,” he muttered, looking around angrily.

Suddenly two green columns appeared on either side of him, and he gulped as he looked up and realized they were the orcs legs. She had a sneer on her face, and a moment later her shoe lifted up, hovering over him like an angry cloud.

“W-Wait, sister!?” The ogre said feebly, “we can talk this out-“

The shoe came down, grinding the shrunken ogre into the ground and silencing his please. Razita scowled, grinding her foot back and forth as the goblins fled from the party, their leader’s defeat breaking their will to fight.

“Thank you for the assist, Vann,” Chadwick said with a smile, sheathing his sword. He frowned at the orc, “was killing him necessary?”

“He’s fine,” Razita said, pressing down harder with her shoe, “ogres are practically made of rock, I’ll break my foot before I break him.”

“Ah, well so long as he’s incapacitated then…” The knight said with a shrug. He turned to Vann, who know was standing below his chest in height, clapping the mage on the back he grinned, “it’s good to see you! I know you’ve been busy with rebuilding your temple, I’m glad your goddess still lets you out for some adventure now and then!”

“She’s very understanding,” Vann said with a smile, “Why don’t you lot come up to the temple for a meal? I’ve restocked the larders so there should be plenty for everyone!”

“Sounds good to me!” Chadwick said, and the rest of the group murmured agreements as they followed him.

…

The group walked up the path to Zenovia’s temple as Vann explained his plans for paving it. In the weeks since their adventure on the plains, the stone exterior had been cleared of weeds and debris, and the polished stone gleamed brightly in the midday sun. Flowers and fruit vines spread from raised beds along the stairs, and as they approached Enid ran, practically bouncing happily towards them.

“What do you think of these Vann?” the fox-girl asked, “I think they contrast really well with the columns!”

“They’re great,” Vann said appreciatively, and they were, the gardens Enid had produced outside of the temple front were truly world class and would likely draw visitors on their own. He yelped as a vine slapped him across his bottom, he rubbed it and turned to see the tendril already snaking back into the foiliage. “Uh, are they going to do that to everyone?” he asked with a wry grin.

“Just to the boys with cute butts,” Enid said with a shrug, “I figured your goddess would approve.”

The group continued up the shining white stairs to the temple proper, passing between the sterling white columns and into a grand antechamber where a statue of Zenovia herself stood, a pair of featureless slaves kneeling before her as she grinned out with a whip in hand.

“How much did you pay for that statue?” Rumana asked, rubbing her chin and squinting, “I think I could do something with the eyes, make ‘em shoot flames maybe? But I’d need to take some of it apart-“

“I think the statue is fine as is,” Vann said quickly. The truth was the statue had been expensive, and he wasn’t quite ready to let the dwarf start tinkering with it yet. “If you know of a good roadbuilder though…”

“Okay okay,” Rumana said excitedly, “let me tell you about this new type of road they’re trying out back in the Great Mine, it’s called asphalt! I’m sure I can figure it out.”

“We’ll talk,” Vann said with a chuckle.

“The whole thing is coming along nicely,” Chadwick said, “are you going to provide lodgings to travelers?”

“Yeah, the road between Tarport and Sweetwort is seeing more and more merchants,” Vann said, “I’m sure some of them would rather stay here than in town, and I’m sure that Zenovia would appreciate… patronage.”

“Patronage,” Tyra chuckled, “right, so it’s going to be more of a couple’s retreat thing? A lot of merchants do travel with their wives these days…”

“Most temples offer lodging,” Vann said defensively.

“Well, let’s see the rooms,” Razita said with a laugh.

With a sigh Vann led the group down a side hallway. The long row of rooms where weary travelers could rest had been another of Vann’s projects, while he wasn’t sure what they’d been used for in the temple’s prior life, he’d prepared them to Zenovia’s specifications.

He creaked open the first door, “as you can see, it’s got a fine feather bed,” Vann said, gesturing towards the center of the room.

“Nice torture rack,” Tyra mused, looking at the restraints on the wall, “are those standard in every room?”

“Uh… yes,” Vann admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“Look at this,” Eletha said, pointing to a series of glowing runes above the bed, “are these… spells?”

“Yeah, but they only work inside the temple,” Vann explained, “it should let lodgers with few magical abilities utilize the goddesses power.”

“Shrinking, strength reduction…” Eletha grinned wider as she read them, “my my Vann, it seems you’ve thought of everything.”

“Zenovia thought those spells would help guests get into the er, spirit of things,” he explained sheepishly.

“I think we’re going to stay here tonight,” Rumana said eagerly, looking up at Chadwick.

The knight gulped, “Er, I suppose we could…”

“Just how small does that spell make the target?” the dwarf asked, pointing to the glowing runes, she waved at Vann before he could answer, “never mind, I’ll figure it out, right Chadwick?”

From the look on Chadwick’s face, he didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

…

The group did end up staying the night in the temple, and Vann prepared a feast for everyone in the temple’s banquet hall as they discussed adventures and talked of the future. Torches on the wall lit the room as the sun dipped below the horizon, and soon people began leaving one by one for their rooms. Enid went first, yawning as her tail swished behind her, then taking an extra slice of cake as she bid them goodnight and left for bed. Rumana and Chadwick went next, and from the way the dwarf led him, Vann doubted either would be sleeping anytime soon. Razita had helped herself to the temple’s wine stores, and was muttering incoherently as she staggered off next, talking about how she was going to “punish” the still shrunken ogre, who was far as Vann knew was still imprisoned in a knapsack in her room.

Finally it was down to Tyra, Eletha, and himself, quietly sitting around the table and chatting quietly, “So Vann, are you going to be living up here permanently?” Tyra asked with a sad smile, “I’ll miss you down at the cabin…”

“I was thinking you could move up here too,” Vann said with a smirk, “the temple needs guards, and besides I miss waking up getting squeezed half to death.”

“Well, it’s about time,” Eletha snapped, “she’s missed you terribly!”

“Eletha!” Tyra said, her face red.

“It’s true, I’m trying not to interfere in my friend’s relationships anymore, but gods you mortals make it so frustrating!” Eletha said, taking another sip of her wine.

“Eletha,” Vann said suddenly, “I actually had something I wanted to show you.” He got up, beckoning the two of them to follow him deeper into the temple complex. They passed through several doors, going truly beneath the mountain the temple was carved into, and when they reached a wide dark room Vann snapped his fingers, causing radiant light, almost like that of the sun, to fill it.

“Wow,” the elf gasped, her eyes going wide as she took in the contents. It was a village, a small village, expertly crafted, complete with a castle in the center which looked every bit what a lord or lady of a mid sized town would want for their seat, safe for the fact that it only came up to Eletha’s knees.

“You made her a tiny town to smash up?” Tyra asked, amused.

“It’s enchanted,” Vann explained, “it will rebuild itself every morning… I thought it might be an amusing thing for those who desired to be ah… larger.”

“I love it!” Eletha practically squealed. She bounded forward, lifting her booted foot over a small cottage and bringing it down, smashing the thatched roof and walls to splinters.

“It does seem kind of fun,” Tyra admitted, glancing at the castle in the center with some interest. She shot Vann a grin, then a wink, “I’ll leave you to… introduce our elven friend to it, I’m going to go move my things into your bedroom Vann.” With that she turned to leave, chuckling softly under her breath.

“I really do love this village,” Eletha said, stomping on a farmhouse with glee and grinding her feet into the soil, “but… it’s missing something.”

Her gaze landed on him and he gulped, “And what would that be?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Terrified villagers,” Eletha said, walking over to him and curling her finger through his hair a moment, “now obviously I understand you can’t exactly populate this adorable little town, but… maybe if there was just one, he could help add some authenticity to my rampage?”

“I don’t know,” he said weakly, but he was already looking up at the elf’s chin as the shrinking began. He sighed as he felt the slick feeling of his shirt against his skin, a sign that his clothing wasn’t shrinking with him either.

“Oh come on Vann,” she teased, draping her now much larger arms over him in a loose hug, “imagine being a pathetic little human, fleeing in terror before a beautiful elf as she destroys your feeble village.” Eletha sighed, holding him as his feet lifted off the floor, “you’d probably be torn between running for your life or just letting those perfect soles come down on you, the soft skin caressing you on all sides just before you… pop!”

She hugged him to her chest like a teddy bear as his shrinking continued, his clothing falling away, “M-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” he agreed, feeling his erection rise at the thought.

“Keep going, keep getting smaller,” Eletha eagerly said, turning his diminishing body to face her, “I know you love the idea, spending some time underneath my toes is probably heaven compared to that brute Razita or Tyra’s foulness.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I uh… I couldn’t pick favorites,” he said, fighting a laugh.

Eletha sniffed dismissively as he became small enough to roll into her palm, “Please,” she smirked, “Elves have a naturally pleasant aroma, and we’re always pristine.”

“Uhh…” Vann wasn’t sure if she was joking or not, while Eletha did tend to keep herself cleaner than the rest when they were traveling, and even when sweaty she had a… fresh, for lack of a better word, aroma about her, but she could still get dirty like anyone else.

“Fine, I suppose we’ll need an object lesson,” she said, setting him down when he reached the size of about an inch. He peered up at her towering form, then around at the now full sized model village he’d built for her to destroy. Behind him the titanic elf slipped off the enchanted boots Zenovia had bestowed upon her, and a moment later she tapped her now bare foot expectantly on the ground. “Well?” she asked expectantly, “are you going to try to run?”

He grinned and nodded, sprinting through the streets of the model town, heading towards the castle in the center. Small or not it was made of stone, and it would probably take Eletha at least a little longer to destroy it, if he could reach it ahead of her…

He cried out in surprise as a massive pale foot smashed the house on the street over from him, “uh oh,” she teased, stepping through the village as she lazily pursued him, “this could be the end for humans!” she giggled and eyed up a two-story tavern. She abandoned the chase for a minute as she lowered her butt down on it, demolishing the building as she ground her behind into the stone foundation.

Vann glanced back at her, then at the castle, then with a smirk ducked into an alley, keeping an eye on her as he took a longer route through the toy city. Eletha stood back up, giggling as she brushed the debris off her butt. She frowned as she looked around, realizing he’d lost her.

“Vann,” she said sweetly, “where are you?”

He watched her from the shadow of a fake bakery, glancing in the direction of the castle and wondering if he should go for it, it was the only structure in town that might stand up to her for a few minutes…

Eletha peered around the city, pausing her destruction as she looked for any sign of movement. Her eyes lit up as she saw a tiny figure darting around, and she giggled to herself as she stomped across the town, relishing every building being crushed beneath her bare feet.

“I see you!” she called, picking up her pace as she saw him heading towards the castle.

Shit, Vann thought, sprinting for all he was worth across the open area between the castle and the rest of the town. The wind was knocked out of him and he was pinned against the cold cobblestones as her immense foot slammed into his back.

“Gotcha!” she laughed. She glanced at the castle, “really? You think you’d have been save in there?” he watched as she lifted her foot off him, leaving him wheezing on the ground as she regarded the castle cooly. She knelt down, playfully pulling at the walls, while she did exert herself slightly, the outer tower came down with a grunt, exposing the interior. “And just like that, you’d be trapped!” she giggled, gesturing to the halls and courtyard of the castle.

“I surrender!” he called up.

She rolled her eyes as she stood over him, “very well, perhaps I can give some mercy to a pathetic little human who sees he is defeated…” She grinned as she poked his body with her big toe, the size of it almost covering him completely. “Get on your back,” she ordered, lifting it off him briefly. He complied, rolling over and exposing his front to her, she smirked as she noticed his erection, so small and far away… Gently she brought her toe on top of him again, slowly rubbing his body against the hard stone.

Her toe, her entire foot, was unnaturally soft, and he gasped as it felt more like a silk blanket rubbing over him than an immense foot. There was just the thinnest layer of oil and grime on her feet, a remnant from a day out traveling and fighting. It didn’t carry an odor like Tyra’s would though, it was that same “fresh” smell, and he lolled his head back as Eletha ravaged him with the smallest motions of her foot.

“How does it feel?” she asked with a smile, “I imagine it’s wonderful on several levels, you have the exquisitely soft skin of my feet, and the feeling of finally being in your rightful place in the world.” She sighed, “I really do appreciate this tiny town though Vann… so I’m going to give you a little gift, you may cum on my perfect toe, just remember to thank me after.”

“Thank you?” he asked with a smirk, but he was cut off as she forced him to gasp, slowly grinding her toe against him in a sensual motion that quickly burned any sarcasm out of his mind.

“Yes, you will thank me,” Eletha said with an arrogant smile, “and then while you enjoy the memory post orgasm I’m going to smash the rest of this delightful little town.” She put her hands on her hips, a smile gleaming down at him as she expertly moved her toe with a level of precision only an elf could achieve.

“Gods,” Vann gasped, hugging her powerful toe like a lover as she brought him over the edge of orgrasm. She giggled at his face as he desperately ground his hips against her, feeling like a bug as he squirmed through his moment of pleasure.

“Now what do you want to say?” Eletha asked, bending over slightly and looming above him.

“T-Thank you,” Vann said weakly.

“Good boy,” she laughed, lifting her foot off him. With a single wipe of her finger she cleaned his little load off her toe, gently wiping it off on a nearby building before standing back upright. “Now, you just relax while I have a little more fun…”

Vann lay there in the post orgasm haze, listening to the sounds of an excited elf giggling as she smashed her way through the city.

…

Tyra looked out over the moonlit valley, the view from the temple’s master bedchamber truly was spectacular, you could see a few lights glittering down in Sweetwort, and beneath the pale moonlight the shadows of the mountains loomed large against the stars.

“Hello dear,” Zenovia said, stepping out of the shadows and startling Tyra.

“Oh, uh hi your… holiness?” she said uncomfortably, “Vann’s playing with the elf, so-“

“I just wanted to say a few things to you,” she said with a dreamy smile. She walked to the window with Tyra, her Amazonian form hovering over the smaller woman.

“Sure, what can I do for you?” Tyra asked curiously.

“Just take care of Vann, I’m his goddess, but you’re his earthly love,” Zenovia said, glancing over the valley.

“Of course I’ll take care of him,” she said with a smile, “I always have!”

“Good to hear, for that matter if you two wished to become husband and wife… well, that’s allowed in my priesthood,” Zenovia said with a wink.

Tyra’s face went red, “w-what I mean, that’s-“

“Think on it dear,” Zenovia laughed, and a moment later she was gone, disappearing into the same temple shadows from whence she’d come.

A moment later there was a knock on the door, “Come in,” Tyra called, turning to see Eletha carrying the shrunken and exhausted form of the goddess’s champion. “Did you have fun playing dragon attacks the city?”

“Certainly,” Eletha said with a grin, “Vann’s such a good sport with my little games…”

“Hey Tyra,” he said sleepily, waving to her as the knight’s hand curled around him, taking him from the elf.

“Hey squirt,” she said with a smile, “ready to turn in?”

“It would be for the best,” Eletha said, sauntering her hips happily as she turned to leave, “I’ll be up early to see if that little town really does rebuild itself every sunrise.” She closed the door behind her, leaving Tyra and Vann alone.

“Was Zenovia here?” Vann asked suddenly, “I can… smell her I think.”

“Yeah, she just popped in to say hi,” Tyra said quickly.

“What did she want?” he asked with a frown.

“Nothing!” Tyra insisted hurriedly, “let’s go to bed, I’m beat!”

Vann just shrugged, “yeah okay,” he yawned, “I’m ready whenever.”

Tyra sighed happily, flopping herself into the massive bed and crawling under the covers. Vann closed his eyes as he was snuggled tightly against Tyra’s cheek like a favored stuffed animal, and moments later they fell asleep together, her soft, warm skin comforting him as dreams took his senses.

The End