Title: Charlie’s Surprise
Categories: Hazbin Hotel
Characters: Charlotte (Charlie) Morningstar, Vaggie
Tags: F/f, Demongirl, Unaware, Giantess, Shrunken Woman, Lesbian, Foot Fetish, Sweaty Feet
Artist: Kisparlius  (https://www.deviantart.com/kisparlius)

Started: 21/09/2024
Finished: 21/09/2024
Patreon: 21/09/2024
Public: 21/10/2024

The moment Charlie's pale, delicate fingers closed around the ring, a tingling sensation began to crawl up her arm. Her heart raced with excitement as she felt herself rapidly start to shrink down until she was the size of a tiny, little ant.

Her clothes loosened their hold over her body, slipping down to expose her pearlescent shoulders as her and Vaggie’s bedroom stretched high around her until she was immersed in the darkness of her white dress shirt. Her clothes swallowed her body as though it were a circus tent - a very big circus tent.

Charlie’s eyes glowed yellow in the blackness as she looked down at her transformed body. Her naked white body appeared to glow in the dark, and her ankle-length blonde hair was unbound and flowing wildly. She was so small she probably couldn’t even take Vaggie’s pinky finger.

She was standing inside her collapsed, white panties, the scent of her sex fondling the humid air around her.

Perhaps she should have taken her clothes off first.

The Princess of Hell took a deep breath and set about climbing out of her clothes. The fabric resisted her tiny fists, but with immense effort, she forced the walls to bend to her fingertips as she climbed higher and higher.

***

The bedroom door swung open, and Vaggie stepped daintily into the room, carefully closing the door, her cheeks flush with excitement. Charlie had promised a special surprise for their anniversary.

She turned to the bed and her shoulders slumped when she noticed its vacancy. Her single-eyed gaze shifted over the room, and her brows furrowed when she saw the puddle of clothes on the floor. Charlie wasn’t typically so controlled when she took off her clothes. They were normally strewn about the room.

The fallen angel looked around the room again, missing her ant-sized girlfriend crawling out the top of the pile of clothes, exhausted and sweaty.

Oblivious to the transformation that had taken place or the white ant sliding down to the carpet, Vaggie walked towards the pile of clothes, still looking around the room for any sign her naked lover could be hiding.

Charlie pumped her arms as she sprinted across the jungle of carpet fibres. She’d never felt so small and vulnerable in her life. It was intoxicating.

Giant grey toes lifted off the ground, moving towards her, it made her pussy burn. Charlie tossed her head back to take in Vaggie’s monolithic beauty. She looked like a goddess!

Vaggie’s moist sole filled the sky, blocking Charlie’s view and bathing her world in shadow. The tiny demoness slid to a stop - or attempted to stop, only to end up tripping over the uneven carpeted terrain.

Vaggie’s movements were graceful and deliberate from long years of training - and the thought of Charlie watching from some secret hiding place added an extra incentive. She tensed her leg muscles in preparation for any surprise attacks her little ball of sunshine might have in mind.

The scent of her sweat mingled with the faint smell of smoke lingering on her skin, a tantalising aroma filling her girlfriend’s world.

Her bare foot came down right on top of Charlie.

The tiny demon yelped, the sound lost in the vastness of the room. Vaggie's foot was warm and surprisingly soft, the arch pressing down on Charlie's body like a giant pillow.

Vaggie bent at the hip, deliberately pushing out her ass as she gathered up the discarded clothing before slowly standing back upright - a touch disappointed that Charlie hadn’t attacked her ass. She dumped the clothes in the laundry basket.

Maybe she should slip into something a little more comfortable to tempt her lover out of hiding. Vaggie made her way towards her dresser, ignorant of the tiny woman glued to the underside of her moist toes.

Vaggie sauntered over to her dresser, her heart racing in anticipation of her surprise.

With a sultry smile, Vaggie pulled open the top drawer, revealing her vast collection of lacy lingerie. She selected a set that matched her eye - a light, rosy pink - and began to peel off her layers of clothing, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

Charlie's heart raced as she found herself in the precarious position of being stuck to Vaggie's foot. She had to admit, the sensation of the warm, sweaty flesh all the while Vaggie was unaware of her presence was oddly arousing. The musky smell was delicious. If only she could see her girlfriend's beautiful face.

Vaggie pulled down her dark miniskirt, revealing matching her red lacy panties. She stepped out of the skirt, briefly giving her captive a flash of just what she was doing - Charlie really wished she could see Vaggie now.

The fallen angel's naked form was a sight to behold. Her breasts may be small, but they were very firm, her cute pink nipples begged to be sucked and tugged while every other inch of her muscular physique desired to be licked; the petite fallen didn't look it, but she could bench press the Princess of Hell, and it made Charlie melt whenever she did.

Vaggie’s eye searched the reflection for any sign of her girlfriend, letting out a small sigh when she saw nothing but her own beauty staring back at her. She pulled on the pink lace binding her chest.

Turning on her heel - inadvertently rubbing Charlie into the carpet - Vaggie strutted over to the bed, leaving faint imprints of her sweaty feet behind her. She sat atop the mattress, bouncing slightly under her weight as she pulled herself to lie across the bed, striking a sexy pose for her girlfriend.

Her hands trailed over her body, her fingers circling her hardened nipples through the lacy material while her other hand followed the subtle curve of her toned stomach, sliding towards her moistening crotch.

Charlie felt the soft tremor of Vaggie's movements, her breaths getting deeper and her toes spreading slightly with each passing moment. The sensation of Vaggie's warm, damp flesh against her cheek was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire building within her.

The giant fallen angel's foot smelled like a heavenly blend of sweat and leather from her boots, and it was driving Charlie wild. She was so helpless, so utterly dominated by Vaggie's unknowing play. The thought of her girlfriend getting off without even realising she was there was both humiliating and incredibly arousing.

Vaggie's giant toes curled in ecstasy, forcing Charlie's face into the hot, moist flesh of her toepad.

Charlie couldn't help herself. She'd never felt so alive as she did right now. Her tongue darted out, tasting the saltiness of Vaggie's tough sole. It was heavenly. Before she knew what she was doing, the little princess was gently nibbling on the soft pad of Vaggie's toe, swallowing any dirt, grime or dead skin that flaked off in her mouth.

The tiny demon tried to wriggle in pleasure. She felt so pathetic, so weak, sooo hot. Charlie showered Vaggie's toe in kisses, slurping up every droplet of sweat that trickled down into her reach.

The moist, slapping sound of Vaggie’s fingers slipping in and out of her molten pussy filled the air.

The giant grey toes curled again in ecstasy, pinching Charlie in place without any conscious effort. The tiny demon moaned, her mouth filled with Vaggie’s foot flesh as she was effortlessly pinned.

She was completely at Vaggie’s mercy!

Charlie couldn’t wait to find out what Vaggie would do when she finally found where her little princess had scarped off to all this time.

CRACK

The sound of Vaggie’s toes cracking was like thunder. She was a force of nature, and Charlie was a bug stuck to her toes.

“I fucking love you!” Charlie screamed into the fallen goddess’s toe flesh.