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Andrew couldn’t believe his luck, just a few hours ago he went into a place just wanting to get a burger for dinner, and now here he was, being asked, no, being ordered to worship the sole of a girl who’s very toe was now a skyscraper to him.

“Well?” Lucy asked, reaching over the side of the couch and grabbing her computer, “Are you going to start soon? I’m going to be working on a story, so I really want to feel you rubbing my sole, and don’t be afraid to give it a little kiss.”

Andrew snapped out of his daze looking at the sole before him, and in seconds ran to it, his cheeks almost as red as its surface.

“Y-yes Lucy!” he said meekly, not even sure if she could hear him at his pathetic height.

He did as she commanded and pressed his hands into her soft beautiful sole, being able to push in a couple of inches before the flesh wouldn’t go any further and pushed back. He pushed as hard as he could, rubbing in large circles that to Lucy would hardly be the size of a pen’s tip. On the couch he heard the click-clacking of a keyboard and guessed Lucy was hard at work on her next story. Andrew wondered what she could be writing, and if he’d ever even get a chance to read it. He also couldn’t help but notice just how cool and calmly Lucy did all this, from apparently being able to shrink him to now having the tiny boy worship her sole. She was paying almost no attention to him, almost as if he was actually a piece of dust at her feet. It wasn’t until a few minutes of rubbing had passed when he finally worked up the courage to do her second suggestion. He stopped rubbing and brought his face even closer to the plush sole, even when at his size he was already so close the heat radiating off her foot was enough to keep him toasty warm on the cold table. He puckered his lips and slowly, very slowly out of nervousness, gave the flesh a long deep kiss, being sure to feel every near microscopic wrinkle as he pressed up harder against it. He could faintly taste the salty work sweat on the ball of her foot, making the sole bittersweet. Andrew’s cheeks were on fire by now, a red hue formed that even a fire hydrant would envy. This was the first time he’d ever actually kissed a girl’s foot, which only made him blush harder. He continued to kiss and rub his goddess’s tender sole for nearly a half hour straight until finally she spoke, her voice coming from far above.

“Mmm, good job little bug, I can just barely feel you down there. But it still doesn’t feel like you’re doing enough. I want you to get serious and start licking my sole, clean it best you can, worship it. Or maybe you’re not worth it, and if you aren’t I’d be happy ending your pathetic little life right now~.” As she said this last part Lucy extended her toe out just over the miniscule Andrew to threaten him into submission. This, however, was unneeded.

Andrew went to work right away, changing from kissing deeply to licking passionately, going over every spot he could as he pressed his entire body into the pillow-like sole of the goddess. His hands were still at work, rubbing the sides of where he kissed and licked uncontrollably. This was what it was like to serve a goddess, he thought, this was actual heaven. As he licked he heard a slight giggle from Lucy followed by a comment calling him cute and that his little tongue tickled her. Sure enough a second later Lucy’s sole scrunched up as if she’d actually been tickled, forming more and more lumps and wrinkles and crevices in the flesh for his tongue to squeeze into, and also letting Andrew see those pretty pink sparkly nails of hers just over head. They were each larger than a baseball diamond to him, and shinier and more beautiful than any real diamond he’d ever seen in his life. Andrew continued rubbing even after his arms felt dead, all he wanted in that moment, for the rest of his very life, was to please his new goddess; he was absolutely drunk with submission to her.

After another half hour of Andrew’s blind worship he finally heard Lucy close her computer. Her sole shifted once again as she set it next to her couch on the floor where she had gotten it. Her heavenly sole finally fell off the table, nearly bringing Andrew down with it as he reached for it to continue his absolute worship. It wasn’t until Lucy’s absolutely massive face came before him when he finally took his eyes off her feet. She smiled at him with her rich red lips, seeing him red with excitement when she finally spoke again.

“Hey my little flea, good job. I think you deserve a little reward~.”

A reward? Andrew thought. What he’d just did could have been a reward all itself, he’d give anything to do it again.

Massive fingers fell down on both sides of Andrew, landing with a slam that shocked him out of his lewd thoughts. They quickly came together, pinching the tiny tiny boy in their grasp. He grunted feeling the air being forced out of his lungs as he found himself rising higher and higher, until finally he met with Lucy’s giant lips. He gave a shiver of fear as he looked at them, as she spoke he could clearly see the inside of her mouth and feared for the worst.

“Well little guy, here’s your reward, enjoy~.”

Instead of being swallowed as he first thought, he found the fingers holding him in the air spread apart, releasing his tiny body until he began to fall downwards. Andrew tried twisting in the air to see where he was landing, wondering if he even wanted to see it in the first place when too his surprise he landed on something very soft, and very round. He began sliding on his back, feet first into a rather large crevice that was soft to the touch. Soon Andrew found himself wedged in the crack, unable to remove his legs even with all his strength.

Andrew looked up as he struggled in Lucy’s enormous cleavage, only to see her smirking down at him from above as she pulled her work shirt down to get a better view. Andrew, the half a millimeter boy, was now between Lucy’s already huge breasts. He’d noticed them before when they first met and thought she had a nice pair, but now they were an absolute heaven.

“Careful little guy, I’d hate to lose you in there~,” Lucy said lifting a finger above Andrew.

Lucy’s massive finger slammed into Andrew, forcing him down deeper and deeper into her breasts until he thought himself near the exact center. He was in a sweaty, slippery pocket of flesh, being squished on both sides by massive walls of flesh. He could hardly move but found it at least a little easier than between her fingers. The heat was like a sauna as Andrew began to sweat himself; a massive droplet of sweat landed on his face cooling him off as well. Faintly he thought he could hear Lucy’s heartbeat, a muffled rhythmic thump, thump, thump. Even though his face was close enough already, Andrew couldn’t help but push his face even deeper into Lucy’s breast and give it a deep kiss. As he kept kissing her could hear Lucy's heart beat faster. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Was she actually enjoying this too?

Suddenly the walls began to close tighter around Andrew, the snug feeling now turned to uncomfortable, bordering on crushing as the air was forced out of him.

“L-Lucy!” Andrew shouted praying she could hear him, “what.. what are you doing!?”

Outside the cleavage, Lucy was smiling, almost giggling with her hands on both sides of her breasts, gently and slowly squeezing them together as she could just barely feel the tiny little body inside squirm.

“Isn't it obvious?” Lucy said, “I’m giving you your reward. You said you wanted to be like those other bugs in my stories, right? So you get the same ending~.”

“What???” Andrew shouted, his pleasure soon turning to fear, “I-I don’t wanna die like that! Please!!! L-Let me out! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Oh you already are doing what I want~” Lucy answered, applying more pressure to tiny speck between her breasts, “getting crushed.”

At this point Andrew was unable to respond, instead begging with grunts and quiet whimpers as he feared his legs or ribs would snap under pressure. Here he was between the breasts of a girl he'd been a fan of, and now she was killing him with them! Soon even his breathing was cut off when he didn't have enough room to breath in. All this time Lucy still was barely even trying, applying the slightest amount of pressure just to keep him from getting crushed too soon.

“P-please…. Lucy…” Andrew managed to whisper, though he couldn't even hear it himself before Lucy finally let loose. She gave one final squeeze and the puny, pathetic Andrew popped like a balloon.

Lucy opened her cleavage and saw only a tiny red stain that she could hardly even see.

“Oh well~, guess I'll have to find another slave tomorrow.”
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