Micro Vet

“Gahhh, I just cant help myself! Sorry lil guy!” She murmurs as she fingers your stickerlike body into the softness of the ball of her foot, hot, damp, and overwhelming to your senses in a way that makes it hard to think. “Don’t worry, you’ll only stay like this a few more hours…” But those few extra hours only give her more time to fail to resist her urges and knead you in her hands or squash you against some other body part that’s slightly sweaty from her nerves and the taboo she’s breaking, causing the timer to reset further. All the while, the musk and the latent fetish you’ve gotten from being a micro all your life prevent you from protesting, or even saying much to her coworkers whenever they come by and she puts you back like nothin* happened. At some point you’re listed as a special case and given into full custody of the nurse, and your place in life quickly turns out to be, not your house, but the humid, fusty, brain-dulling insoles of her shoes while she goes about her day ‘caring’ for more patients. And at some point, your desires for your old life fade away, somewhere between the point she’s silently trained your flattened tongue to stick out against her sole and when your shrunken clothes finally wear away and let your naked flesh be squashed, twisted, brushed and stroked agonizingly sensually against hers. At some point. You forget there was a world other than the moisture and heat and smooth, indented padding, or the orgy of her soft, doughy, teasing sole becoming one with your body, your puny erection forcing you to bottom out and lose yourself time and time again. Each ejaculation causes her to giggle furiously and embed you ever more permanently into her. She halts her step in the middle of work, going tense as she feels you give yourself up to her again. God, and the last time was only an hour ago….you seem to be getting FASTER at it somehow! She sighs dreamily, scrunches her foot, and gets right back to aiding this next shrunken bully victim