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.