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Alexander sat alone in The Trample Warband's barracks, waiting for Etia to come back. Just a few minutes ago, she had shrunken him down to be just a bit smaller than her already massive paw before leaving with an ominous. “You stay right here, I have an idea~"

He heard her thump towards his room from down the hall before suddenly filling the doorway with her favorite pair of boots in one hand and some leather straps in another. A charr who could scare most witless if she wanted to had him locked him in place with the same lustful and wild look in her eye that she always did after a hard week of work.

She stomped up to him and sat down after a short pause, setting her boots next to him before stretching her paws out in front of her to let them rest in front of Alexander. “I'm gonna turn you into an insole!" She proudly announced, leaning forward to let the thin strips of leather dangle from her hand and in between her paws.

Her half partner, half plaything went wide-eyed. He had been waiting for her to try this for a long time, it looked like another fantasy of his was about to come true.

She would scoop him up in one hand as he stared, stunned for the moment, and stood to walk over to a glass table. Once there, she placed him flat on his back against it and thumped one paw up next to him.

“Hold still while I tie you to it, and try not to let me crush you too quickly once you're there~" Etia slid her man-masher over Alexander as she spoke, finishing the sentence as she centered it over him.

Then her hands rushed down to tie him there, two strips linking his arms to her outer toes and two strips linking his legs to her dewclaw. He would be tightly fastened in place, burying his face between her two central toes while her sole molded around his body and legs, covering him completely. There was a tiny bit of freedom though as his hands could pat against or squeeze her outer two digits.

He would recover from the little daze he was in as his mistress tied him in place, gasping in a lungful of paw-scented air before wheezing half of it out with the little test press she gave him. “Th-this doesn't seem s-safe!"

“When has anything I've done to you been safe?"

“I… Hmmm..." He gripped the toes his arms were tied to, squeezing what he could of each one's pad. The warmth that her paw shared with him helped to ease his worries, replacing them with a bit of sass. “Fine, but next time I get to choose what we do"

“Agreed." With a satisfied smirk and a nod, she set her paw down on the floor again before shifting her weight from one to the other to test out the fit.

That sass was squeezed out of him with a groan as Etia stepped down and began to rock her weight from side to side. The sudden pressure followed by the relief over and over again really put him in his place. Not just physically as her paw grabbed hold of him like a particularly plush mattress might, but mentally too as it became clear as day that he was beyond outmatched in just about every way right now.

“Perfect!" She called down to him, standing evenly and splaying her toes to let him peek through. “You'll make a fine insole, I just have to imprint you into my boot nice and thoroughly~"

Alexander opened his mouth to protest but was cut off as her toes came together again to muffle his complaints. 'I'll be flattened in her boots, especially if she trains with them on…' He thought.

She walked over to the heavy footwear right away, stepping on Alexander twice and feeling him groan both times. “Here we go!" She announced as she strapped her paws into the boots, isolating him with the stomper he was attached to.

It was a tight fit as he found himself pressed into the well-worn insole of her boot, feeling the indent her paw had made in it over a fairly short time. It was hot and humid inside too, not to mention the slight moisture that his back met as he was 'gently' pressed in place. And of course, the musky smell of the charr's paw was everywhere, making his head feel heavy. But it was wonderful. There he was, alone with his muse's paw, his already rock hard rod perfectly centered under her meaty pawpad.

Etia knew it too as she clenched and relaxed her toes repeatedly to really settle her foot into the boot. The constant motion shifted her pawpad more than enough to stroke Alexander's cock, along with the rest of him, and quickly pull the little guy to the edge of a climax before flattening his pride against his belly as she stepped down properly.

Then, with him edging, she headed out on her usual errands with her typical thumping gait, practically slapping her boots against the ground with each step. She could feel her pet's little body squirm against her paw as he tried to find a more comfortable, less compromised position. After what felt like a full hour, he managed to wiggle one leg almost out to the side of her sole despite the firm fastening of it earlier. He didn't think anything of why he was able to overpower such tight restraints. She simply paused for a moment and pressed her weight down on that leg, pinning him completely.

“No squirming! Or I'll stomp you until you're a sticker!" She said with a malicious smile, not that he could see it. Yet the rumbling purr that filled her voice would tell him what she really thought of having someone squirm beneath her.

Even so, Alexander shivered and whined in response. He had submitted to Etia a long time ago, but she was more riled now than he'd seen her in quite a while. It was terrifying, but it was also beyond exciting. The former feeling kept control for now though, keeping him still as instructed while she shifted and shook her paw about, putting his stray leg back in place before continuing along with the same thumps.

The rhythmic pounding on his tiny body was slowly compressing him, flattening him out against her paw more and more with each step. His senses were being overloaded as his nostrils desperately took in all the air they could despite the earthy, overpowering musk that came with it. There was no light to see with, but there was touch to replace it as every roll of pressure from each step and tap of her toes were felt as clear as could be. He was up against impossible odds, which he was reminded of as some of his bones eventually gave way.

Thoom, crunch… Thump, snap… Etia grew worried that her new insole might not last long enough for some fun and changed her gait. Now stepping very lightly and deliberately, as if she were trying to sneak into somewhere.

Alexander couldn't panic even if he wanted to. Her walk had already pressed all the strength out of his body, and like many times before, his life was hers.

The change in gait gave him some much-needed respite from the abuse of being repeatedly compressed by the huge beast. She must go through new boots every week with how heavy she was, but the deep and heavily scented insole at his back told him otherwise. He tried to suck in a deep breath between each step, but she had begun sweating, adding moisture to the already stuffy environment of her boot and making breathing a challenge. Not only that, but the heat inside was growing unbearable as his skin started to tingle. He was being both smashed and baked at the same time.

Etia stopped at a market stall then to strike up a conversation with the stall's owner then. She gave him the grace of a small bit of 'rest' as her toes lifted, letting him gasp in some mostly normal breaths. He'd wake up from his stupor with that chance. Slowly but surely, he could feel what had happened to him so far more clearly. Dull aches from a pair of cracked ribs and bit more moisture around his crotch than there should've been. With that realization came a sudden gasp as an unstoppable wave of raw pleasure completely overloaded his senses. He had unknowingly ejaculated more than a few times during his mistress' walk, but each one was denied by her heavy steps, causing all that ecstasy to build up. Now it finally rushed up to meet him.

The domineering charr could feel him begin to twitch about and thrust up into her sole as best he could while pinned by so much weight. Not only that, but she could hear him letting out little shouts and screams as she gave him even more stimulation with a 'gentle' grind of that paw from side to side. Down below, Alexander could hear his cock splurt and squirt out the most potent climax he'd ever experienced. His neck remained taught, his jaw hanging open, and his eyelids fluttering long after his balls ran dry, even seeming to flatten halfway as he was juiced empty in one go.

Everything after that was a blur as he passed halfway out, his cum serving to moisten Etia's tenderizer yet again as she continued along for what must've been hours. Yet he had no idea how long it had been when he finally roused. But as he laid there on his back, something felt different, something had gone wrong.

The big cat had taken her boots off a short time ago and he was now laying there alone. That wasn't it though, she tied him to her paw, he should still be attached to it, what happened?

He shakily sat up, only barely strong enough to support himself after the forceful 'massage' his muscles, as well as the rest of him, just endured. With just one look around, he realized the change. He had shrunk even further, he was positively tiny. Able to fit neatly under just one of the titanic terrorcat's toe.

Alexander looked over to the opening of the boot and knew that there would be no climbing out even if he wasn't exhausted and weakened. But he was sitting in the center of the indent her paw had made in the boot's insole, if she were to slip the footwear back on and trap him there, he would surely be crushed in no time.

The toe of her boot was the only option. He rushed over to it, having to vault over the relatively untouched bit of the insole that rested between her toes and sole.

He thought about trying to hide in there, but he was worried that if he did then he'd eventually roll out into where he woke up, only to be squashed flat. But a distant thumping warned him that he was running out of time to decide.

A familiar voice boomed down to him then. “Are you awake in there?"

Alexander gawked, then grinned wide and hurried over to the boot's opening while calling out “Y-Yes, yes I'm right here!"

Gravity would lurch and tilt then as his 'container' was hoisted up. He could already hear the purring that came from Etia as her hand squeezed inside to pluck him out.

She held him in the center of her palm, held parallel with the top of her snout. “I'm sorry about the extra shrinking, that special lotion wasn't meant to last so long."

Seeing an apologetic look on the dominant and fiery charr's face from so close was a new experience for him. “It's alright big kitty, I'm fi-" He'd step forward with a bold smile and hug her snout tight before a sharp pain interrupted him and he stepped back with a gasp, one hand moving down to one side of his chest.

She smiled with his hug and offered an amused puff of warm air from her nostrils in response to his cutesy nickname for her. But that reversed into a frown as he grabbed at his chest. “I… damn, s-sorry." It even looked like she was about to tear up as she realized just how much danger that reckless insole idea put him in.

His eyes went to hers as he put on a reassuring smile, one hand trying to wave her worry away. But then she stammered slightly and his jaw dropped. “You… s-stammered?" He recovered from the shock quickly and stood up straight, holding both arms out as he approached for another hug. “I mean apology accepted! I-I should've asked about more p-preparations or safety measures!"

She pulled her snout back to avoid the hug, leaving him standing there with his arms out to the sides, pouting at her. “No, this was my mistake, and we're going to Migg to get you grown back to normal and healed." Her tone was stern, but her expression told him that she was still feeling guilty.

His pout turned into a small frown as he sat down in her hand before leaning on the uninjured side of his chest. “You're too good to me Etia. Thank you."

“And you're too eager to set off every predatory urge I have…" She squinted to him, her stern tone now joined by a stern expression. They shared a silent stare for a moment before she added. “You're welcome, smudge~"

-Fin

The Bad End

The toe of her boot was the only option. He rushed over to it, having to vault over the relatively untouched bit of the insole that rested between her toes and sole.

He thought about trying to hide in there, but he was worried that if he did then he'd eventually roll out into where he woke up, only to be squashed flat. But a distant thumping warned him that he was running out of time to decide.

He thought about trying to hide in there, but he was worried that if he did then he'd eventually roll out into where he woke up, only to be squashed flat. But a distant thumping warned him that he was running out of time to decide.

The wayward insole addition hunkered down in the indent her second toe had left as she wiggled her paw back inside. The stranded human watched in awe as the monster of a paw forced its way into its cave. The longer he stared the more evident it became just how screwed he was. Those toes were the size of boulders to him and could smear him out of existence without even trying. With that realization he squirmed up to try and hide where the bend of her toes would settle.

The owner of that beast of a paw was perfectly aware of what she was subjecting him to, wiggling her toes more than usual to further terrify the boot-bound bug, giving him a bit more time than usual to decide his fate.

And terrified he was as he scrambled into the mostly untouched space between and under her second and third toes, the largest of them. But he wasn't quick enough to avoid being bumped into while she set her paw into the boot, sending both legs under the huge second digit. Then she tightened the straps that secured the boot in place and took the first step, shaking his whole world.

Alexander could hear her pawpad compress the insole with each step now that his face wasn't buried betwixt her toes. A soft smish sounded out as her other paw left the ground to let all her weight settle on this one, as did a hiss through clenched teeth as his legs were nearly crushed with just that one step. He was amazed when they slipped free before they could be crackled flat with the next. He thought he was about to be gradually gobbled up by her toe, smashed bit by bit as each step dragged him deeper under it. That thought brought a surge of arousal through the tiny deviant before another smish reminded him of the very real danger he was in.

That hope was short-lived though as the next step shook his grip loose from the safe haven between and below her two center toes, leaving him desperately scrabbling for a hold as that paw was taken through the air between that step and the next. The soft smish that followed as her paw thumped down again called to him, and her fourth step sent him tumbling under that same second toe, a light coating of sweat letting him slide under it perfectly before her weight was focused on that paw again.

He was certain that it would crush him, but to his surprise there was no squashing to be had. Instead, he was utterly pinned under that boulder of a digit as it pressed the air out of his lungs with each step, stunning him for the next whump, which did the same.

Thump, wheeze… thump, wheeze… thump, wheeze. He was still alive and seemingly healthy despite the immense punishment her toe was putting him through. But that wasn't quite the case, his body was being flattened further and further with each step just like before. That toe was tenderizing him, pounding and preparing him for the real crushing.

He would never realize that though as he relaxed, assuming that he was somehow safe after the first few squeezes from her toe didn't pop him. So he let that devilish digit massage the durability from his body before Etia chuckled up above, pausing her walk to lift that boot up and shake him loose, sending him under the dead center of her all too eager sole.

He didn't even have time to scream as her bug-juicer slammed down, mercilessly crushing him with a distinct. THOOM, splurt… BOOM, squash… THUD, pbbllt as she stomped in place. When the stomping finally finished, Alexander had been reduced to nothing but a tiny red smudge stuck to her sole. Doomed to eventually mix with her sweat and insole until all that was left was a smear of grime, squashed into nothing by his mistress' plump paw.