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by mjd85 Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2286806
Shrinking / Foot Fetish in the Warcraft Universe
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Chapter #3

Tyrande shrinks you

    by: mjd85 Author IconMail Icon
With a swift incantation, she casts a spell. In a blink, you shrink, the world around you expanding drastically. The bars of your cell appear as vast as tree trunks, Tyrande looms above you, a towering figure of divine grace.

"We shall see if pain coaxes out the truth," she declares, extending her foot. Her boot, made of enchanted leather, appears as large as a mountain. She prods you with her toe, the pressure sending shockwaves of pain through your tiny form.

"Speak now, or the pressure will only mount," she warns. Desperate, you insist, "I am not a spy!" but your pleas seem to harden her resolve.

Without a word, she lifts you with her fingers, delicately placing you inside her boot before sliding her foot back in. The interior of her boot is a world in itself - filled with the scent of leather and woodland magic.

Time stretches on, each movement of her foot, every squeeze of her toes, an agonizing ordeal. The potent smell of magic and the relentless pressure envelop your heightened senses, the torturous experience making each second feel like an eternity.

Eventually, Tyrande removes her boot, her colossal face peering down at you, "Confess your deceit. Only then can your torment end."

In desperation, you relent, "I am a spy." The lie tastes bitter in your mouth, a false confession borne from duress.

A nod of satisfaction comes from her. "Then, you shall pay the price for your deceit. You will serve as my foot servant." With those words, she drops you back into her boot.

Trapped once more beneath her toes, your world is a never-ending cycle of pressure, the scent of leather and magic, and a constant reminder of your predicament. You vow to survive, to someday prove your innocence. Until then, you endure the test, trapped in the world of giants, serving as a foot slave to Tyrande Whisperwind. The path to redemption is a treacherous one, but it's a path you must tread. You swear to yourself, one day, you'll stand tall again, your honor intact.

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