"W-Wait what?!" you cried out, hoping that you'd misheard him.
Surely he couldn't really mean for you to-
"You heard me, I said I want you to lick my toes clean. So get to it, shrimp" Krillin said as he placed both his feet down on the foor, one on each side of you down flat.
You starred at the wiggling toes for several seconds and couldn't help but take in their size, as well as the smell that was wafting over you now caused you to let out a gag and cover your nose.
Krillin's feet were rank, no doubt the result of a long day of training and being cooped up in his socks and shoes for hours on end.
The last thing you wanted to do was go anywhere near them, let alone lick them! The thought of running your tongue along those sweat drenched digits was enough to make you want to throw up.
But at the same time, you weighed up your options, you were shrunken down to the size of a toy with no one around to help you or a way to return to normal.
Maybe if you served Krillin, you could eventually explain the situation? Maybe he could help you.
Or at the very least you could get in contact with Bulma, from what you recalled from the series, she had delved into shrinking tech, whose to say she couldn't restore your normal size.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Krillin's voice called down below, catching your attention.
"If you don't start licking my toes clean, I might just stick you in my shoe for a few hours, I could use a nice stress toy to play with"
Waiting only a second more as you contemplated your actions before you decided:
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