It’s one thing to imagine being at the feet of some massively endowed, excessively musky lizard. It’s another to actually experience it, as Sovrim finds out, thanks to Mala’s supernatural ability to steal size and ramp up his musk at will. It helps that the lizard is a relentless tease~
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“You ready?” Mala asked. The smaller Entertainment Lizard was a special order that Sovrim and Shira had placed after hearing just how much fun their friend had one of them. While the little lizard was barely more than half Sovrim’s height—just 140 cm compared to Sovrim’s 272—the amphibian knew that the male, malachite-colored creature had his ways of changing that. It was, after all, why they had requested such a lizard.
“I… think so?” Sovrim replied tentatively. They wanted this. At least, they thought they wanted this. But it’s one thing to share a dark, lewd fantasy with a stranger on the Internet and very much another to have a creature who can help you realize that fantasy standing just in front of you, eagerly waiting for your permission to indulge you in the very thing you’d been asking for. To fantasize about being insect-sized at someone’s feet is easy; to give into that temptation takes courage or foolhardiness.
“Aww, Sovrim…” Mala reached up to pat the taller critter’s chest. “I’m not gonna do anything that’ll leave you with more than a bruise. I’ll be juuuuuuust careful enough to not break anything.” The smooth-skinned lizard grinned proudly at that last remark. He was bubbly, even giddy, as he casually discussed the ways in which he was going to hurt his client. Still, that playfulness and reassurance was enough to Sovrim. They knew that the lizard would push the limits, but never cross them, by design. They took a deep breath as they gazed down at Mala.
“Green light,” Sovrim said. These were the words Mala was waiting to hear.
Mala’s personality switched immediately when Sovrim gave them the go ahead. He was still smiling playfully, as he was about to have fun… and do it in a way that tried to ‘convince’ Sovrim that this was only about his pleasure, despite it being meant to indulge a minuscule masochist. The lizard whipped his tail around to knock Sovrim off their feet. The strike was at an angle that knocked the amphibian onto the bed, rather than onto the floor. Sovrim had enough time to try stop their fall but not enough time to succeed; they bounced awkwardly but harmlessly onto the bed. Mala’s prehensile tail again went into action by wrapping around Sovrim’s ankle and pulling the amphibian fully onto the floor.
Once on the floor, Sovrim rolled onto their back to look up at Mala. The lizard looked intimidating from that angle, despite being shorter, as the worm’s eye view greatly exaggerated the entertainer’s height. Mala quickly placed a foot on Sovrim’s chest to keep them from moving any further and Sovrim put up no further resistance. While Sovrim certainly could fight back, they wanted to see what Mala would do next.
“You said you want me to crush you…” Mala teased. He leaned his weight forward and pressed directly onto Sovrim’s sternum to elicit alarm from the amphibian. “But see, I only promised I wasn’t going to break anything. Doesn’t mean you aren’t going to feel me squishing you like a bug…” He pressed down again, “Especially once I start taking your size away!” Mala laughed playfully and waved down at Sovrim, who was starting to understand that, yes, this really was happening. They weren’t sure how they were shrinking but the details didn’t matter. What mattered more was the way that Mala’s foot now covered a significant portion of their chest and continued to expand as Sovrim’s height rapidly diminished.
The lizard’s copper eyes glowed as if heated in a forge as the size alteration took place. Shrinking things was his specialty—the core fantasy he’d been designed to indulge—and he made sure the theatrics were precisely what his clients wanted. Given Sovrim’s obsession with color, glowing eyes were an easy way to play into the fantasy. Some of Mala’s energy went into fueling another one of his traits: The ability to alter his body’s chemistry on demand to adjust things such as temperature, scent, and the production of bodily fluids. He knew what Sovrim wanted, too: All three of those things in abundance. His temperature increased to become a pleasant warmth to the amphibian, but he exaggerated the resulting sweat such that large beads quickly began forming between his toes. The smell soon followed and it slowly filled the room. This wasn’t a casual afternoon musk; this stunk as if Mala had built up the aroma over a week of ‘forgetting’ to change his socks.
Sovrim was at the very source of all those effects. Their size had diminished such that they were now just slightly smaller than one of Mala’s feet. Sovrim’s face easily fit into the space at the base of the lizard’s toes; their legs were pressed apart by the heel as Mala’s foot kept them pinned to the carpeted floor. Their hide had become slick with the sweat that oozed from the entirety of Mala’s foot, which made it easier for the lizard to squeeze and knead them underfoot at will. Their body absorbed some of that musk as well, which marked them as the lizard’s paw toy in a way that’d be hard to wash out. The stink made them briefly gag as it intensified, but they were getting turned on not just despite the awfulness, but because of it. It was as if Mala could read their mind—because the lizard could, given permission—and the now giant-looking creature dialed back the stink just slightly to keep Sovrim at the very limits of what they could enjoy. Mala was here to make the amphibian squirm like a horny little bitch turned on by their degradation, not to overwhelm them to the extent they weren’t having fun.
“Let me see…” Mala said. He splayed his toes to look down at Sovrim. The amphibian’s look was a mix of fear and arousal, which was precisely the state Mala was here to put the horny thing in. “No, no, you’re still juuuust a bit too big…” The lizard closed his toes and squeezed Sovrim into the floor once again. He arched his foot slightly to keep the worst of the pressure off his smaller partner, but he made sure Sovrim felt like they were actually being stood upon by the lizard’s full weight. The amphibian absolutely believed it, given that they were struggling to breathe under the Mala’s foot and what little air they could get was full of that entertainer’s scent. A stray drop of sweat rolled over Sovrim’s face and caused them to gag and sputter; Mala immediately noticed and stepped off to allow the amphibian to get a breath. “That’s more like it…” he teased, “I want you to suffer down there. Beneath me. Where you know you deserve to be you disgusting little insect.” Mala emphasized the most degrading words just to play into Sovrim’s fantasies about being bullied by someone who could do far worse to them.
Sovrim whimpered at those words. Was it true? No, if they were thinking clearly, they would have disagreed. But right now? It perfectly fit the headspace they were in. Besides, they weren’t about to argue with a lizard that was at least ten times their height, especially not when Mala was making it this hot to just give into being a pathetic little foot bitch. Mala interrupted Sovrim’s overthinking by stomping just in front of the micro. The impact wasn’t loud—the soft carpeting muffled the sound—but the sudden movement made Sovrim yelp in fear. They flinched away from the foot before they consciously realized what happened, then looked nervously at it. If they were under that stomp, they would’ve been crushed. “Crawl over and lick them clean,” Mala commanded, then tapped his foot on the ground twice to indicate where Sovrim needed to be. “I wouldn’t want to have to break you, because then I don’t get to have any more fun with you~” The lizard giggled at Sovrim’s blushing. Mala reached for his cock and began to slowly stroke it. Those slow movements were well practiced to make it look even bigger and heavier than its already substantial heft, as if he were a macro and momentum was causing his balls to sway like a pendulum.
Such a command was not meant to be ignored. Was it gross? Sure. It was disgusting and degrading to clean the grime off someone else’s toes. Was Sovrim turned on by it? Yes, much to the delight of the lizard towering above them. There was nothing the chameleon-hybrid could do to hide the pink cock peeking out of their slit, though they ignored that for now as they complied with the order to lick the lizard’s glistening toes. Their pleasure was secondary to servicing the giant ordering them to worship, even though Mala was here to help them get off.
Once Sovrim started to lick those toes as they were commanded, Mala made his sweat more viscous to really give his smaller client something to appreciate. The liquid became oily, then gooey, for the amphibian’s perverted enjoyment. The thickest grime was between his toes, as if it was packed toejam from untold weeks of neglect. That viscosity meant Sovrim had to really work to lick the filth up and it clung to every surface in their mouth when they tried to swallow. The taste wasn’t as bad as the smell, but it was still revolting and made them heave for a moment. However, their cock throbbed as the mere taste of someone’s unwashed body proved to be more than they could handle. This was exactly what the musk-loving pawslut dreamed of: To be a mere bug choking down the foulest toe slime they could handle. Mala continually tweaked his chemistry to explore the limits of Sovrim’s tongue and constitution, as well as to simulate patches of particularly disgusting filth alongside the (almost) refreshing taste of pure sweat from his feet.
Mala gave Sovrim some time to appreciate the vileness of the taste and smell of his toes, but he knew this wasn’t everything Sovrim wanted. After all, he’d been asked to squish the amphibian like an insect. Ordering Sovrim to clean his toes—which could secrete sweat and grime faster than anyone could handle—was an impossible task just to give Mala an excuse to shove the amphibian underfoot again and punish them for their inevitable failure. “I told you to clean them, not just lick them~” Mala teased. The lizard raised his foot just slightly and slid it onto Sovrim again, which wiped some of his sweat onto the amphibian’s back as Sovrim was pinned face-down into the carpet.
The micro was left in near darkness beneath Mala’s foot. Only a few hints of light came in around the edges of that sole. Instead, Sovrim’s focus was on the smell and pressure; they were deprived of the sight of that powerful lizard. Mala repeatedly squeezed and shrank them, with each press sapping another few millimeters from Sovrim’s already diminished height. While Sovrim couldn’t tell exactly how small they were getting, they were aware that Mala’s toes reached further down their tail every time the lizard pressed down on them. Once Sovrim’s height matched the width of Mala’s foot, the lizard curled his opposable big toe around Sovrim’s waist and squeezed, which held the amphibian in place as he sat on the ground.
Once Sovrim could see again, the world appeared quite different than before as they’d lost almost half their previous size. Mala’s toes were each twice the size of Sovrim’s head; one of them loomed directly above the chameleon’s crest. The opposable toe covered most of Sovrim’s torso and held them firmly against the bright malachite-green sole. Mala firmly shoved another toe between the micro’s legs and rubbed it against their slit and dick, since Sovrim had neglected their arousal and deserved to indulge it, no matter how supposedly awful their kinks were. This was supposed to be fun for both of them, and Mala wasn’t going to let the amphibian forget it, especially as part of the appeal to Sovrim was having their kinks ‘forced’ upon them, where they couldn’t overthink their way out of a good time. While Mala was enjoying this as well, they simply let their cock loom in the background since Sovrim was so enamored with their feet.
Mala laughed deviously as Sovrim realized just how small and helpless they’d become. They were nothing compared to his feet. They were small enough to be broken by just another clench of his toes. They couldn’t squirm away Mala’s from grasp unless the lizard allowed them to do so and he had no intention of permitting it. “Ready for another squish, insect?“ Mala teased with a hint of malevolence. It was a measured act of cruelty, designed to be as mean as Sovrim had dreamed of. He did, however, allow Sovrim time to consider that question.
Sovrim blushed as they realized they were genuinely being asked and that, even now, Mala was respecting their limits. This was still about them and their kinks being eagerly indulged without any shame or guilt. While Mala was being ‘evil’ it was only in the ways that Sovrim wanted to be abused and bullied. They took a deep breath of the foot-scented air as they looked up at Mala looming oh-so-far above them.
“Green light.”