The smell of foot sweat still filled Mathew’s lungs as he slowly ascended a white cord. He was already tired, having spent most of the morning trying to escape a gym bag filled with dirty clothes. One moment he was trying to get someone’s attention at the gym with Emora, the next he lost his footing and fell into a bag - only to have dirty clothes tossed on top of him and be taken to this new place. Heart racing, the smell of the homeowner’s feet still soaked into his skin, the little one couldn’t help but be aroused. He ignored it though, pushing through the awkward radiating pleasure as he finally reached what he assumed to be eye level. He had hoped that whoever owned the home would come by soon, perhaps he could get their attention and enlist their help… Or at least find a place in this new world.

It didn’t take long… Mathew heard the sound of a door closing, footsteps approaching, and around the corner - someone appeared. A woman, with long dark hair and a flowing red robe. He had indeed spent the entire night basking in her gym socks, as she appeared to be just waking up to start her day anew.

As she walked by, her eyes locked onto him, and she staggered back. Mathew held onto the white cord tight, his tiny hand reaching out slightly.

“Wait! I…” He whimpered out, unable to finish what he had to say before her fight or flight reaction firmly settled on ‘fight’. He braced himself as she came in for a strike with something, expecting to feel his body disintegrate once again. Gripping the cord tightly, that strike never connected.

“What…” She said, “What?”

“Yes!” Mathew shouted, waving his hand again, “Hey! I uh…”

“Oh my God. You’re a tiny man.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry for…”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I think I fell into your gym bag! I…”

“What? I can’t hear you,” She said, leaning in closer to listen.

“I fell into your gym bag, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you…”

Her hand wrapped around Mathew’s back, the warmth radiating around him as he still held onto the cord. His heart was racing as her fingertips began to pry his legs from the wire, before slowly pulling his hands free. He knew if he fell, he’d likely be fine - being small had some advantages. However, he had completely forgotten about his arousal, and her handling of his tiny body only fueled that particular fire.

“Come here, let me help you… Dear god.” She said as she finally pried him free, though her tone changed sharply, “Sir… Is that a splinter or are you happy to see me? Come here…”

Pulling him free, she moved towards a table nearby. Mathew squirmed a little in her grip, though not because he was trying to escape - mostly out of embarrassment at his current state.

“You’re so small… What are you?” She asked as she set him down on a table, though her fingers at his back and front kept him from going anywhere.

“I don’t know, really! I’m uh, I.” He replied, still somewhat disoriented.

“I can’t hear you.” She said, before leaning in to listen closely.

“I’m not sure exactly!” He shouted, “I just… Appear in different places each time I die. A traveler I guess? Transient? I pop into places, and whenever I die, I come back to life in another realm or place or something. I’m an immortal, kinda.”

He wasn’t sure how much she heard, aside from the last bit as she leaned back a little.

“That’s impossible. There’s no such thing as immortality,” She said, before leaning in again.

“I’ve been stepped on, crushed, eaten so many times… Honestly though, I like it. So it’s alright! I just want to do my best to please the people who use me. So I guess I’m here for your pleasure?”

“My pleasure?” She replied, “What makes you think you can please me?”

“Well… I mean, I am highly experienced in getting squished if you’re into that. I mean, not that that’s normally a marketable skill. You could use me as a stress toy, or keep me around as a pet? I give massa-”

“Have you been stalking me?” 

“N… No?”

“Listen… I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Not that splinter you’re carrying, but… I get that. And it’s kinda’ funny. I do like it. So… You’re immortal, and you’re okay with me squishing you?”

“Absolutely.”

“You know I love feeling things between my toes. So, I guess I can make this work. But right now I’m finishing making breakfast. So. Before we start smashing. How about you come with me, and we eat some eggs?”

She picked Mathew up, lifting him gently onto her shoulder as the little one tried his best to keep his footing. He was surrounded by her hair, holding onto her robe as her hand kept behind him to ensure he wouldn’t fall.

“You just stay right here. I’m really worried you’re going to fall. You couldn’t possibly be that strong, you’re so small. Here, why don’t you…” She said, pulling him off her shoulder as she finally got to the kitchen. She set him on the countertop, and he immediately took a seat, “You gonna be okay down there?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay. Don’t get lost…”

A few minutes passed as Mathew watched her getting things around for breakfast. Toast, eggs, heating up the frying pan. His tiny heart raced again as he imagined himself in the pan, sizzling on the hot surface being prepared as a quick snack. Looking up though, he thought he would try to explain himself a little further.

“I’m sorry for invading your home like this. It really was an accident. I got separated from someone special back at the gym before, so maybe we can go back sometime and find her? She’s probably worried sick about me, even though she knows I’m imm-”

“I can see your tiny mouth moving, but I can’t hear a word you’re saying. I need to get you a loudspeaker or something.”

“Fuck, yeah, sorry…” Mat whimpered, and waited to resume speaking until she leaned in.

“Okay, speak up.”

“I’m sorry for my uh, hard-on. And for being in your home, It really was an accident. I wasn’t spying on you, I promise… What makes you think that? Other than me being small in your house.”

“Oh. Oh no, it’s no problem at all!” She said, before standing up and looking down to Mathew with a bit more focus, "Why do I think you were spying on me? Because it’s my number one goal as a personal trainer, to crush a man’s head between my thighs. And what better practice than to step on a tiny man, to fulfill those dreams.”

Mathew’s face went even more flush as he sat on the countertop,  feeling a wash of pleasure radiate throughout his little form with mere words. The idea of being crushed to death beneath her was intoxicating, though he imagined that would mean his end in this particular world. He’d be back eventually though, whenever whatever tides that controlled his consciousness decided to bring him here again. Then, as she came back around, she looked down at him again.

“You could give me a lot of practice, you know that?”

“I uh, I can do other things too if you want to keep me around.”

“What’s that?” She asked, leaning in again.

“I can do other things too. If you want, I give foot massages. I’d work all night to make sure your feet are properly pampered.”

“You give massages? No you don’t. You’re too small for that!”

“I do! I may be small, but I put everything I’ve got into it. And if that fails, you can always massage your feet with my crunchy bones~ I think I’m good at it by now though.”

“Oh you think so? We’ll see about that,” She said, before resuming her meal preparations. After a few more minutes of cooking, she came back over to him, “Alright pipsqueak. We’ve got some toast. Ya hungry? C’mon…”

Mathew stood up, just in time to be picked up. He rolled into her palm as she brought him back up to ear-level.

“So I’m going to have to ask what your name is?” 

“Mat! My name is Mat.”

“Mat… Is that right?” She said, before bringing her hand forward so she could see him laying in her palm, “Mat! That’s cute. Like. Like you’re walking on a Mat, I get it. I’m Buffy, pleasure to meet you.”

Mathew rolled back into her palm, letting his head rest against her fingertips as she walked along. Knowing he couldn’t actually talk to her well, he just listened from where he was.

“It’s kinda funny how small you are. I’ve never seen a man this small before. I like it.” She said, before bending down and setting Mathew down near her prepared food, “C’mere… There we go. Perfect. You ready to eat? I can’t imagine you eat very much, but I’ll give you some of my eggs.”

Mathew adjusted himself carefully, getting as comfortable as he could before looking up to Buffy from his spot next to her food. He hadn’t noticed her hand wrapped around him as he adjusted himself, making sure he wouldn’t fall from his perch.

“You comfy? Great. You can have the first bite.”

She moved the toast over to Mathew’s mouth, piled high with eggs. He opened his little mouth as big as he could, though it wasn’t even close to being able to wrap around the full width of the bread itself. Biting down, he tried to get a little egg in as well before she pulled it away.

“Tasty right!” She said, getting a nod from Mat as he chewed up the bit of food he got.

He didn’t need to eat - in fact, he was able to subsist only on foot sweat and grime if need be, but having real food once in a while was a lovely treat!

“I know…” She said proudly, “You… Are like what, an inch tall? How does this happen?”

“Another thing I don’t know!” Mathew said, hearing the sound of her bite into the toast. It sent a chill up his spine as he watched her teeth bite through, imagining himself laying on the toast as part of her breakfast meal.

“Oh my god,” She said, leaning in to listen.

“Oh uh. I don’t know that really either. It just started happening. I had a pretty normal life beforehand, then one day I was just small, on the floor, and someone stepped on me. I didn’t know what was going on, but then I came back to life in another world.”

“Okay… So magic. I’m down with that.” She said, nodding and resuming her meal, “I oversimplify things.”

Mathew went to stand, balancing slightly before seeing Buffy’s hand shift over to him. Her finger cocked back, flicking him squarely between the legs and lifting him off the plate. A burst of pain ripped through his little body as he curled up mid-air, being flung to the floor and flicked across the room. He fell, rolling on the ground to a stop as he gasped for air recovering from the flick.

“Your erection was getting in the way of my eggs.”

It didn’t take Mathew long to get back onto his hands and knees, before standing up and trying to shake off the pain he was in. It was awash with pleasure, and the erection she commented on was still there and strong. Like a permanent lightning rod for pleasure, almost crippling at times. Mathew whimpered, looking up to the massive distance he now had to travel to return to Buffy. A few minutes passed as she ate and he walked, though before he got too far, she stood back up and walked over to him.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t think that it would be so hard for you to get back to me. You’re so small and I flicked you so far. C’mon, let me help you.” She said, reaching down and picking Mathew up from the floor. He lay in her palm, all the pain having long since disappeared and converted into pleasure. The casual nature of her flick, everything about what just happened had done a number on his little body in the best possible way, “Well. We’ll be putting you to the test for sure. We’ll see what you can do to please me…”

Then, she walked away. With Mathew in hand, for him to start his new life as a pet…