Though it had been a week since she had been brought back to her normal size, it was D.Va's first time since then being out of Mercy's supervision, and she was feeling more than a bit nervous as she knocked on the door to Tracer's flat, recalling the doctor's warning that her shrinking may well have left some side effects which were still waiting to manifest.

She dismissed those worries, however, and tried to focus on the here and now. She had come here precisely to distract herself from those thoughts, after all, and it wouldn't do to spend the whole night worried about that stuff. Besides, with a whole week gone by without side effects, there probably weren't going to be any in the future either.

“Hana!” Tracer said as she opened the door. “Glad you're finally here! Come on in, love; make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, Lena,” D.Va said as she stepped in, leaving her suitcase in the entrance and her coat and scarf on the coat hanger. Despite how chilly it was outside, in here it was nice and toasty. She followed her teammate into the living room, where a redhead with a freckled face sat waiting for them. “And I suppose you must be Emily, right?” D.Va said. “Lena, you never told me your girlfriend was so cute,” she whispered just loud enough that she knew she'd be heard by Emily, and giggled when she saw both of them blushing.

After Tracer properly introduced the two to each other, she went to bring some snacks while Emily put on a movie to watch together. After just half an hour, though, Hana was painfully bored. She didn't want to say anything, though, since her hosts seemed to be enjoying it, so she  sat through it until she had an excuse to leave for a bit. “Where's your bathroom?” she asked around the one hour mark, when the movie was only halfway over.

“It's right down the hall to your right,” Tracer said. “You want us to pause the movie for you?”

“Nah, you two keep watching it. I'll be back in a jiffy,” she said as she left for the bathroom.

She had just finished her business and pulled her pants back up, however, when a funny sensation overcame her. A familiar sensation. Then, much to her horror, she started shrinking, getting smaller and smaller until she stood just a quarter inch tall, very close to the smallest she had ever gotten the last time around.

She looked around in despair, taking in the immensity of the surrounding bathroom, but quickly gathered herself and resolved to get some help and find some way out of this. She went and crawled under the bathroom door, easily squeezing herself through the tight space. After that, she set out on the long trek back to the couch. Twenty minutes later, she finally made, to where Lena and Emily were sitting. With her gone, the two women were making out with each other, talking and laughing among themselves completely ignoring the movie as it played.

Hana blushed to see such personal displays of affection between the two. It made her feel a bit guilty to think of interrupting it, but she absolutely needed some help from them, so she went up to their feet. Finding herself so close to Tracer's bare foot, she was reminded of her time spent as Mercy's little foot pet when she had last been tiny. Until Mercy had finished fixing her size remote, she had spent all her days completely surrounded by Mercy's immense, soft, warm feet, tending to them, being dominated by them, submitting herself to them. She had been totally filled with devotion to Mercy's feet back then, and while she had lost her interest in them once they were no longer big enough to live on, now that she was so small, looking upon Tracer's giant feet, those feelings were rushing back to her.

She stood frozen, blushing at the thought of having Tracer's soles smothering her, when she saw Emily get up and take a step towards her. Her enormous foot rose into the air above her, toes rushing through the air above Hana, as the giantess took a step. Her foot swinging through the air created a gust of wind that blew her back a few inches, and when she recovered from the brief flight, she looked up to see another foot coming right for her. She flattened herself against the ground, and when the foot landed she wound up right under the arch of its sole, so close that its amazingly soft skin was gently pressing up against the whole front of her body. It felt so wonderful, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself at this woman's feet and spend all day on them.

She was about to reach out and kiss it, but before she could do so it swung away from her, leaving her behind. Carrying away the bowl of snacks, Emily left the living room, probably to fill it up again. D.Va then looked at Tracer, who sat on the couch with a leg crossed over her knee, a single foot resting on the ground, its toes tapping while she waited impatiently for her girlfriend to get back.

D.Va went over to those toes, approaching them carefully as they were way too restless for her to go up to them right then. But she didn't want to wait too long since who knew if she would end up shrinking even smaller, so she took the first opportunity she saw to jump onto Tracer's little toe, clinging to her skin, feeling its warmth enveloping her body. As the toe kept tapping up and down, she held on tight to it, letting out squeaks of fear as she was nearly thrown off time and time again. It felt like she was riding a bucking bull.

As she clung to the toe, eventually it stopped moving around so much and she was able to take a moment to recover from the experience. However, soon afterwards Tracer curled her toes, pressing D.Va against the floor, trapped under her little toe.

D.Va pushed against it, trying to escape, but it was no use. She was so small and helpless against even this little toe... and that thought of that was getting her all worked up. How easy it was for the other woman to dominate her with even the most insignificant part of her body. It was more than the shrunken little bug could resist, and she soon surrendered herself to the whims of Tracer's foot, allowing it to do with her body as it pleased, repeatedly mashing her against the ground or twiddling her between its toes. By the time Emily finally made it back, D.Va was being held under the ball of Tracer's foot, where she ecstatically ran her arms over its surface, taking in its smell.

In the warmth of the apartment, Tracer's foot was sweating a bit. Soon, the little woman found her body completely covered in Tracer's foot sweat, her clothes being thoroughly soaked with it. She didn't mind one bit, though. In fact, she loved it, happily squirming against the dampness.

Despite having forgotten all about her plan to get Tracer to notice her, by caressing her sole she had managed to unintentionally get Lena's attention, so that she pulled her foot up to see what was behind that weird feeling on her sole. Turning it over on her lap, she saw the tiny little D.Va, happily stuck to her sole.

“Hana? Is that you?” she asked as Emily leaned over to see what was going on.

“Lena!” D.Va said, having been jolted out of her reverie. She pushed herself up onto her knees, looking up at the enormous woman whose faces were looking over her. “Yes, it's me!” she squeaked. “I... I just shrank out of nowhere while I was int he bathroom. It's got to be a side effect of one of Mercy's inventions I was trying out the other day. I just need you to take care of me until you can get me back to her so she can fix this.”“Oh, don't worry about that. Mercy told me all about your little test when she heard you were coming over. She told me something like this might happen and that if it did I should get you back to her whenever I had the time, but that there was no real hurry in it. She also said that apparently you'd really liked being at her feet when you were small. And I can see that hers aren't the only feet you like,” Tracer said, teasingly scrunching her foot, the sudden movement almost making D.Va fall off of it.

D.Va blushed at having her dirty little secret exposed. “I... I don't know what you mean,” she said, trying to deny it.

“Oh? You're telling me you don't want to be dominated by our feet? In that case, I suppose you'll be wanting to get off my sole, isn't that so? It's awfully sweaty, and a bit smelly too. If you don't like my feet, then I guess you'll want to get off of it, isn't that right?”D.Va said nothing, struggling between her desire to throw herself upon Tracer's foot with wild abandon and the desire to keep her dignity intact. If she threw herself at the woman's foot, she would forever be remembered as Tracer's little foot pet. But, so what if that was the case. She would be happier like that than she'd ever been before. She wanted it so bad right then that she didn't care if she never got back to normal size.

“I can see it on your face, you know. You don't want to get off my foot. You want to spend the rest of your life on it, don't you? What do you think Emily? Should we let her have what she wants?”“I think we should. She's way too adorable like this to turn down,” the other woman said.

“Then it's settled. At least until we go back to base, you can spend all day at our feet. Oh, and don't worry, we won't tell anyone else about what you do, so feel free to show us exactly how much you love our feet without having to worry about your little secret getting out.”Despite the invitation, D.Va hesitated, looking up at the looming faces of the two women. “Looks like she's a little shy, hun,” Emily said. “Maybe we should help her out with that.” She reached over and pinned the shrunken Hana down beneath a fingertip, then started rubbing her over Tracer's marvelously soft foot, back and forth over it, her body accumulating the dirt and sweat off of it.

D.Va moaned under Emily's fingertip. Tracer's foot felt so amazing against her body that she didn't want to spend a second away from it. When Emily's finger lifted off of her and didn't for even a second consider standing back up, instead renaming lying atop Tracer's sole, hugging herself to it and kissing it passionately.

Lena smiled smugly, seeing the younger woman demean herself at her sole, practically worshipping her foot. “You know, it feels rather nice to have you down there, love. Maybe we should have a little chat with Mercy to see if she can let us keep you like this.” Then she brought her other foot up and pressed the soles of her feet together, squishing Hana between them. She rubbed them back and forth against each other, rolling her around between them, throwing her into an ecstatic bliss as she was so casually toyed with between Tracer's feet.

When they finally parted, she found herself straddling one of Lena's toes, hugging herself to it, feeling its amazing power against her body. She leaned over and licked up some of the sweat that was gathered on it, relishing the taste of it in her mouth.

“She's such a cute little dear like this, isn't she?” Emily said. “You mind if I borrow her for a bit?”

“Help yourself,” Tracer said, holding out her foot for Emily to pluck D.Va from it. Holding the tiny woman between a pair of fingers that completely enveloped her puny body, Emily lowered her to the floor, then slid both of her feet up to her, She gave the little girl a bit of a show, wiggling her toes around, rising them up into the air, raising her soles over her. The show had D.Va completely engrossed, in awe at the sight of these immense feet. Then those feet slid forward so that she was surrounded by a pair of toes.

Without hesitation, she threw herself at the nearest of them, kneeling before it and kissing it passionately, holding her hands against it to take in its wonderful warmth, filling her lungs with the smell of it. Seeing that little display, Emily bit her lip and then moved her toe so that it was resting on top of the shrunken woman, then started firmly grinding her puny body against the floor. For some reason, she found it very exciting to be holding an entire person under a mere toe. It made her so excited that she reached over and pulled Tracer towards her, the two of them starting to make out with each other again.

While the pair of them made out, Tracer slid her feet towards Emily's pushing them out of the way and feeling around for the tiny D.Va who was still recovering from the intensity of being ground underfoot by the beautiful redhead. Soon her toes found the little woman and started toying with her, rolling her around like a piece of lint between them. Then she curled her toes around her, easily picking her up, and brought her over to Emily's foot, where she was sandwiched between them while they played footsies with each other, being constantly passed from one foot to the other, neither of them being off of her for long.

When she fell off from between them, apparently forgotten in the midst of their passion, she immediately ran to jump back into the fray. Eventually, the two women pulled apart and looked down to see their little guest kneeling on top of Tracer's foot while making out with Emily's toes. Emily snatched her up between her toes and lifted her up, letting the both of them look at her while she still made out with her toes, looking all flustered as she knew she was being watched but not stopping even so.

Emily reached over and dropped the tiny woman on top of the coffee table, then she and Lena propped their feet up before her, their four immense soles forming a solid wall of skin and flesh in front of D.Va, one which she marveled at. “Since you like our feet so much, why don't you go ahead and give us a little massage to show how much you appreciate them,” Tracer said as she reached for the bowl of snacks, draping an arm around Emily's shoulders as her girlfriend put the movie back on.

Happy to oblige, Hana ran forward until she was at the first of Lena's heels. There she pressed her hands against it and started rubbing it with all her meager might, desiring nothing more than to serve at the feet of these two women. She diligently rubbed the heels of both of them as far as her arms could reach, and once she was done, they slid their feet a bit further down along the edge of the table, letting her reach even more of their soles, which she also rubbed. As she kept rubbing their soles they kept moving their feet down, until only their toes were poking up from the table's edge.

When the movie finally ended she was just finishing up on the last of Tracer's toes, but before she could finish, Traced reached forward and pinned her under her big toe, pressing her forcefully between it and the table. When she pulled her foot back, Hana was stuck to the bottom of her toe, where she was happy to stay, not even trying to get herself off of it. Instead, she only looked up in adoration at the two women as they loomed over her.

“There now; that's a very good little foot pet,” Tracer said as she moved her toe back and forth, moving D.Va along with it. The tiny woman was so small and pathetic, it was a wonder she hadn't been snuffed out under the force of her big toe. Hearing herself called that, Hana blushed, getting all flustered, which only made her look more adorable to Tracer and her girlfriend. “Well? Have you had enough, or do you want to spend more time with our feet?”“I... I want to spend all my life with you. I want to serve you forever. I want you two to be my... my goddesses,” Hana said, shivering against Tracer's toe as she spoke that word.

Lena and Emily exchanged glances. Hearing themselves be called goddesses made them both excited like they couldn't believe, and when they next looked down on their tiny guest, it was with a different expression. “Alright,” they said. “You can be our little servant if that's what you really want. But if you really mean what you say about this goddess business, then show us. Show us that you really mean it. Show us how you worship us.” Tracer peeled D.Va off her foot and set her on the ground, where the ant-sized girl bowed down and started offering up words of praise in her squeaky little voice, trembling in excitement before her and Emily's toes, for which she would give up the life she had built, becoming nothing more than a lint-sized slave to them.