Later That Night

“Alright little guy, So-” Buffy began, cradling Mathew’s little body in her hand. He could feel her thumb resting on the side of his skull, forcing him to look forward, “It is your first night of training. And what we’re going to do, is see how good you actually are at taking care of my feet. Got it?”

The moment she said ‘Feet’, Mathew visibly shook in her hand. His erection throbbed as he looked up to her, memories of what happened only a few hours ago still very, very fresh in his mind. He was going to nod, but she took his twitching and motions as an affirmation.

“Good…” She said.

It was late at night. She set him down on the table in front of her couch next to a metal tin, then opened it up. Mathew watched, looking up expectantly like a little puppy waiting to be pet. As she pulled out a nail file, several times longer than he was, she spoke up.

“Think you can handle this?” She asked, then – she pretended like it was a sword, slashing it through the air with sound effects. Buffy didn’t wait for his response; she just gave it to him. He wrapped his arms around it with pride, “Of course you can. You’ve got this. Hold on tight little guy!”

She closed the tin, put it away, then brought her foot up to the table. The same toes he was jammed between before were now in front of him, so close he could smell them. They were still tinged with the metallic tang of his own blood, along with the sweat from her day.

“Go for it~” She cooed down to him.

He got to work. It was hard to move the big nail file around, but he managed. Walking forward, Mathew tried to position it perfectly against each nail, moving it back and forth as she flexed them – Her movements made the task more difficult, but he was determined! One after the other he did his best, not filing too short, keeping the edge from running across her skin instead of the nail itself.

“Okay, not bad…” She said as he worked, continuing to do his best as she relaxed, putting every ounce of effort his tiny body could muster into the task at hand, “Okay, let me see…”

She brought her toes up, looking over his work and showing the sole to him once again. He felt the breath leave his lungs for a second. He had to keep himself from stepping forward to the ball of her foot, massaging her skin like the good little servant he was. He looked up to her expectantly, awaiting her verdict.

“Ooh, you didn’t do too bad of a job,” She said, “So now that the edges are nice and soft. How do you think about doing my heel?”

She lifted her foot, setting her heel down next to the file. Mathew looked up to the entire length of her sole, swallowing deep as he looked to her heel’s surface.

“Easy!” He shouted up to her, though his voice didn’t travel the distance. She saw that he spoke though, leaning forward to respond.

“You got it?” She asked, getting a nod from the little one, “Good.”

Back to work…

She moved her foot as he moved the file, doing his best with one arm wrapped around the tool. His erection was still there, visible beneath the edge of the file itself as he worked as hard as he could to service Buffy’s skin. He targeted where he thought she’d like the most, using the file to attack any bit of skin that seemed out of place and in need of removal. It wasn’t long before he got a response from her-

“Look at you! Doing such a good job~” She cooed down to him, “Oh yeah… Oh yeah.”

Her foot shifted, the toes hovering over him, her skin wrinkling as he continued to work. Her motions made it harder now, pushing the file into him at an awkward angle as she smirked down to his tiny, struggling form. He still worked as hard as he could, doing what was possible to serve her as she relaxed.

“Oh? Are you afraid that I might squish you?”

The threat caused a surge of pleasure to wash over him. Blushing, he focused on his work…

“I could…” She said.

Mat watched her heel lift, hovering over him as he held onto the file tight. It fell, and so did he. He slammed down, curling around the file’s handle as he gasped for air. There was a thick crunch, his spine shattering from the motion as he started to twitch. He held on though, determined to get back to work if she wanted him to. Then, the ball of her foot engulfed him. He wheezed air out, a tiny squeak of pleasure and pain as he felt his body deforming again. She twisted down on him, flexing her toes, rolling his body until he was face-down, a broken little man.

“Aww, yeah, you feel that huh?” she said as she began to grind her foot into his back, “Yeah. I do too.”

He felt his organs shift in his body, bones slowly snapping and cracking with each press as his arousal was ground into the surface he was on. All he could do was look up, seeing the bottom of her toes over his head momentarily as her foot pushed forward, then pulled back. They curled down around his skull, the great and first toe gripping into his face as she lifted her foot up again.

“Awwh, yeah that’s squishy,” She cooed. She was enjoying this more than he was, it would seem, each bone that broke seemed to sooth her more and more, “You’re pretty good at this.”

Mathew was broken. He couldn’t do much other than lay there, allowing her to work her foot into his tiny, destroyed body. Thankfully his skin was holding, his internal organs were liquefied and his bones were shattered, but the skin kept everything from gushing out over her furniture. He felt like a cartoon doll of sorts, a stress ball for her to work at and enjoy. Then, after a few more minutes of the massage, she lifted her foot up. He came with, stuck to her skin…

“Looks like you’re all squished to the bottom of my foot,” She said with a laugh, “Say… You said you’re good at massages. How about we put that to the test next?”

He healed.

It wasn’t as dramatic as before. A flash of light, and he was back to normal. Her foot shifted, resting on the edge and allowing him full access to her sole. Aroused, unable to think of doing anything else, Mathew stepped forward. Both hands against her skin, he began to rub at her as intensely as he could. He used his entire body weight to push through into the muscle, doing his absolute best to try and soothe her. Starting at the ball of her foot, he worked down her arch towards the heel…

“Oh, yes~” She cooed, relaxing deeper into the couch as he worked, “Right there, right there…”

Mathew started to kiss her skin, taking in deep breaths of the air. She still hadn’t washed from her day, and while her foot was cool and dry now, it still carried the smell. He adored it. Looking up to her, he smiled as he worked.

“I hope this pleases you,” He shouted up as he worked, “I uh… If you want, there’s another person like me. We got separated, I’d… I really need to try and find her sometime.”

It’d only been a few days, and Mat didn’t know if Emora had the same regenerative properties as him. He imagined her having been stepped on, the world was a dangerous place for tinies their size. Of all the people in this world though, in any world really – she was the most important to him. He had to find her.

“What was that?” Buffy asked, genuinely not hearing him from that distance, “What did you say?”

“I was just… First, I hope this pleases you, but-”

“Okay, listen,” She sharply interrupted him, “More rubbing, less talking. Zip it.”

She didn’t know what he was asking, but that wasn’t her concern. She leaned back in her couch, smirking down to him.

“Pipsqueak’s tryin’ ta squeak.”

He continued, pushing his nose into her skin, doing everything he could to service Buffy as she relaxed. She closed her eyes, leaning back and putting a hand in her lap as she simply took in the sensation of Mathew at her feet. Having complete control over him was amazing, something she had always dreamt of… Not this scenario in specific, but the power she wielded over him was immense.

“But yes, this does please me,” She said, and Mathew’s tiny heart went aflutter again, “You are doing a great job.”

He continued, listening to her orders and following them as much as he could. Where she told him to work, he worked harder. Whenever he found the perfect spot, he did his best to work into it with all he could muster. Her skin was soft, plush, and every time he got too close his erection sent a jolt of pleasure into him. She didn’t seem to mind, though he wasn’t here for himself, he was here for her.

“You really know how to use your hands… You’re so strong!” She said, “I did not expect a pipsqueak like you to be so strong. Your size is very deceptive to your strength.”

He never considered himself to be a strong person. He was weak in general, but he did his best to put everything he had into the work he was doing, no matter how tired his body was getting. While he had his own aspirations and goals, he was primarily here for her relaxation and pleasure. His own pleasure was secondary to that.

“I could do this all night.”

And he would continue all night, were she to want it. He kissed, he licked, he did all he could until he got back over to her toes. It was difficult, but he managed to get her entire great toe into his mouth, suckling on it to do what he could to clean it. There was still a metallic tang from his blood before, sweat beneath her nail, plenty to clean and enjoy the taste of. Her foot lifted with him still attached as he did his best to please her.

“Oh my goodness, look at how ravenous you are for my feet. Are you giving them a good bath?” She asked, “Are you making sure they’re nice and shiny after I’ve been sweating in my socks all day? Ugh, you are so lucky to have all that dirt, and sweat, and God knows what else, to clean up after me with your mouth. You tiny, tiny little thing.”

Mathew continued, doing all he could, aroused. His erection rested on the top of her great toe, twitching as he worked.

“Oh, I feel that splinter. Are you getting every inch of it really well?” She asked, moving her foot around. He tried to cling to her, shifting with every movement, inadvertently grinding his pelvis into her nail, “You can barely hang on, you’re so small! How are you going to clean my entire foot in a timely manner? Oh my goodness, you look like you are suffering…”

He looked tired, stressed, but he wasn’t ready to stop. He couldn’t stop; he was having a fantastic time. He shook his head slightly, not able to speak as he continued to suckle on her toe.

“What was that? I think you’re trying to tell me you enjoy it. After you did such a beautiful job on my toes… What a good boy. Hope you like your reward.”

Hours passed it seemed. He did his best to clean every bit he could, getting back down onto the surface below as she shifted to look over him. She pulled her foot back and leaned forward, towering over the little being with a smile.

“You did such a good job,” She cooed down to him, scooping him up into her hands. Still aroused, the taste of her sweat and grime mixed with his own blood on his lips still, “I wonder what I should train you in tomorrow? Hmm… Oh my god, that little splinter is up again? What am I going to do with you?”