For those of you afraid of viruses, I'll put the story here in the comments.

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You slowly start to regain consciousness. You had no idea what happened to you. You were just walking along one day, minding your own business when WHAM! You just collapsed. You didn’t feel dizzy or tired or odd in any way. There was really no reason for you to pass out, you just did! And now you were just waking up after hours of being unconscious. Your head was throbbing as you finally returned to your senses.
“Oh… my head!” You moan painfully. You rub your temple gently in an attempt to ease the horrendous pain you were experiencing. You manage to force yourself to sit up despite the various cramps of your body. After a few minutes of trying to soothe your headache, it finally subsides. You glance around at your surroundings in confusion. A few moments ago, you were in a city bustling with cars and horns and buildings, but now you were on some kind of a giant mountain! “Wh- How is this place so big!?” You shout in disbelief. “No mountain could possibly be this big!” You say in astonishment. You end up deciding that you had shrunk and had to find some help. This isn’t the oddest situation that you’ve been in. There have been a lot worse situations you’ve been in that I won’t mention now, but on with the story.
As you marvel at the sight around you, you almost forget that you’re the size of a bug and in terrible danger. Yes, you threw caution to the wind and just stood there smack dab in the middle of the road. Unfortunately for you, you were about to receive a very… unique wake up call. Unbeknownst to you, something very large was currently walking, or in your case stomping, it’s way in your direction.
It’s not long until you start to feel the ground below you start to shake. Initially you’re so frightened that you couldn’t move and you froze in place. But as the tremors increased, you began to get curious and anxious so you turn around and are met face to face with a foot! A huge, white foot to be exact! You didn’t have time to observe anymore of its qualities, because in seconds it was on top of you.
The texture of this foot was anything but soft as it forced your miniscule body into the hard rock ground below it. You wanted to scream, but your odd position prevented you from doing so. The pressure was almost unbearably awful and you thought you would pop like a grape. But you weren’t that lucky and you weren’t able to die just yet. After what felt like ours of being stepped on the foot finally lifts off you, with you stuck to it!
Of course you couldn’t see yourself being lifted off the ground because your face was stuck to the disgusting sole of the foot. You could only know this because you felt the wind blowing across your back. Your life began to flash before your eyes as you were constantly stepped on. Whatever this thing was clearly didn’t know you were there and that meant you had a lot to dread now. Each time you were stepped on, you felt like you just exploded into a bloody pulp. You actually start to feel bad for all of the bugs that you’ve crushed on purpose. Now you know what it feels, and you don’t like it!
After literal hours of being stomped on, you begin to notice something. There was always the slightest hesitation between each of your captor’s steps. Almost like it felt something under its feet! You begin to pray to… whatever controls the universe for your captor to check its feet. But you aren’t that lucky of a person I’m afraid. Yes, the creature did feel you, but it just things your some piece of rubble that got stuck to its foot. So without a care in the world, your captor began to scrape its foot across the ground. You could almost feel your body smearing onto the ground. But you weren’t even budging; you were firmly stuck to the sole of this creature’s foot. So you had to endure the agonizing experience of having your body scraped on the ground.
After a long time, your captor gave up on its futile effort of trying to dislodge you that way. It angrily stomped to the nearest rock it could find, making you scream into its foot in pain. The creature then positioned the rock between you and its foot and began to slowly lower its foot. As its foot moved down, you were painfully scraped from its foot by the rock. Your pained cries made the ears of your torturer twitch as it just barely heard you. At last you’re scraped completely off the foot and you fall off the rock to the ground numbly. “Well what do we have here?” Rang out a feminine voice.
You were in too much pain to move and you just laid there face down in the dirt. “It looks like some kind of bug.” The voice mumbled audibly. Something began to gently poke you in the side and your body limply responded to it. Without warning, you were flipped onto your back and finally get a view of your captor. Staring down at you is the giant face of a Dorumon! “Oh! It’s a human! Hm. Why’s he so small?” Pondered the Dorumon. You stared up at that adorable face of hers. Those lovely orange eyes with those huge black pupils. Her mouth curved into the perfect curious frown with her little fangs sticking out. Her white snout that could suck you right into them if she sniffed too hard. Those lovely purple, black, and pointy ears that twitch in the cutest way. And that fur of hers… oh, it was just so lovely looking that you wanted to snuggle against it.
“How did you get under my feet little guy?” She asked softly, leaning closer. You stare into her inviting eyes and work up the courage to answer her. “Uh-uh I don’t know. It just kind of happened.” You stutter. Her curious frown turned into a suspicious one. “Don’t lie to me, human. Nothing would be dumb enough to let itself get caught under my feet. I cringe at the thought of it myself.” She finished with a shutter. “B-but I’m not lying! I’m telling you the truth!” You protest. Judging by that look in her eye, she didn’t believe you. “What? Am I supposed to believe that you were just walking along and than you just collapsed? Oh, and then you just woke up here shrunken and you were so stunned by the scenery that you didn’t notice me coming until it was too late?” She asks you sarcastically. “Exactly!” You respond stupidly. Dorumon growled in frustration, “You’re pretty stupid, even for a human. I’m not going to believe that! You’re just a weird human that loves my feet!” She accuses.
“What!? Okay, no offense but your feet are probably the worst thing that have ever happened to me!” You protest. Dorumon sighed frustrated, “I don’t understand why you won’t admit it but I’m a reasonable Dorumon and I’ll help you out.” A hopeful smile creeps onto your face. You now have someone to help you figure out your situation. “Things are looking up for me.” You thought confidently. Unfortunately, you were wrong about that; if anything your situation was getting worse. Your view of Dorumon’s face was quickly replaced with a view of her feet! “Wh-what are you doing!?” You ask timidly. “I said I was going to help you and I will. Since you won’t admit you love my feet and won’t beg to be near them, I’ll do it for you. Now be a good little bug and take a nice big whiff of my feet. And if you don’t, I’ll just finish you off here and now.” She said lowering her feet down onto your face.
Not wanting to become a foot stain today, you comply and take a huge whiff of her feet. You really didn’t want to, but this Dorumon thinks you love her feet and you can’t exactly argue with her. As the pungent aroma fills your nostrils, you begin to get light headed. Apparently being made completely out of data doesn’t stop something’s feet from getting dirty or smelly. The stench of her feet was so powerful that they could knock someone out just by being near them. The smell was an odd mixture of dirt, mud, and rotten cheese. You forced yourself to inhale every trace of this horrible scent just so you could please your new mistress. As you inhaled the aroma Dorumon taunted you from above, “I bet you’re loving this aren’t you? My feet are so big and there’s just so much to smell. Just wait till you see what else I have cooked up for you. I’m going to make your biggest fantasies into reality.” She said. So, for the next hour or so, you just laid there in the ground inhaling this Digimon’s foot odor. You thought it would get better, but it really just got worse. The farther you got up her feet, the more they stunk. When you took the first whiff of her toes, you nearly fainted. And those were the biggest part of her feet so they took you the longest! You felt like you were ready to snap and breathing in all this foot odor really screwed with your brain.
If you weren’t already on the ground, you would have collapsed once you finally finished. The smell really did affect you negatively and you had this odd, goofy smile on your face. “Well if you liked that, then you’re gonna love this.” Dorumon said lifting her feet from your face. You watched drowsily as Dorumon somehow managed to prop her feet in front of your body. Her feet towered over your miniscule form and her huge toes wiggled in anticipation of what’s coming next. You could see the shine of her sweat reflecting off her three black toe claws. “Now, since I’m, being so generous I believe I deserve a reward. I want you to give my feet a nice rubbing and then to lick them clean. And after that, kiss them until the sun goes down and then we can finish this whole thing, okay?” She said satisfied. You nod dreamily because you can’t really control your actions right now. That smell can make someone hazier than being drunk for two weeks.
Your body manages to force itself up and stumble towards Dorumon’s feet completely on its own. Apparently, your body had a mind of its own now and you had no control. Involuntarily, you begin to rub your hands into the rough yet squishy flesh of Dorumon’s feet. Fortunately, you had gotten used to her foot smell now and it instead invigorated you now. As you labored away, Dorumon sighed above you and her toes limped down in relaxation, accidently dripping some sweat onto you. Your body continues to move for you and you keep massaging the massive feet in front of you. Every so often, a few drops of sweat would land on you and would soak your clothes but you didn’t mind. Besides, if you said anything you’d become a part of her foot and that’s not something you want. So you keep working tirelessly in hopes that this would all end soon.
Rubbing Dorumon’s feet wasn’t that bad, for the most part. The smell no longer bothered you so that was very helpful. She almost never got you wet with sweat but you didn’t mind when she did. One of the worst part was all of the stuff that was on Dorumon’s feet. It was kind of gross to stick your hands into the random muck of objects that were stuck to Dorumon’s feet. These objects included: dirt, mud, gravel, dust, and some smears from dead bug bodies. Whenever you found one of those smears, you tried to get rid of it so you wouldn’t have to lick it off later. The worst part of this job was when you massaged in between her toes. When you were there, the smell bothered you somewhat and it was the dirtiest part of her feet. Worst of all, all of it was moist because that’s where most of her sweat accumulated and it never escaped. Every so often you would accidently tickle Dorumon and her toes would fumble around you a bit. This usually resulted in being cut up by her claws and having an uncomfortable amount of pressure applied onto you. But all in all, this was the easiest part of your servitude and wasn’t too bad.
“That was wonderful. Now start licking and do a good job.” Dorumon commands. You nod compliantly and begin your task. Despite your mental protests, your body was eager to finish its job as quickly as possible. Your tongue began to eagerly lick Dorumon’s feet and it was awful! This taste was worse than the smell of her feet! There’s no word in the human dictionary that can be used to describe how awful this taste is! Your face visibly showed your disgust but your body continued its work. It was like your body and your mind were having miscommunications or ignoring each other. While your mind screamed, “STOP!” your body kept going. And of course you were caught in the middle of the crossfire. While you felt like puking, your body wouldn’t let you and when you mind tried to force this you got a headache. So while you licked Dorumon’s feet you were experiencing both mental and physical pain. As your tongue did its work, Dorumon sighed above you. She shut her eyes and started to drift off into the world of sleep. She was actually glad that she’d found you, and genuinely believed that you were enjoying yourself. She fell asleep with confidence that you wouldn’t run away. Unfortunately, you were too distracted by trying to stop your pain and getting your body back under control to notice her slumber and missed a great chance to escape. After hours of work, you finally finished both of her feet… except in between her toes. You had managed to avoid that area earlier but now your body was making its way towards them. “No! I’m not going there!” You shout grasping her toes in attempt to stay out from between them. But you weren’t strong enough and you were forced to do your job. So you began to lick and it was definitely the worst part of your slavery. The slimly dirt in-between her toes quickly coated your tongue and even your mouth as you licked it all up. By the time you finished one toe, your entire mouth was thickly coated with the substance. And once you had finished your job, your entire throat was coated as well.
In complete exhaustion, you collapsed onto the ground and began to cry. The taste of her feet would forever be in your mouth and you hated it. This odd liquid dirt was your body’s own fluid. What you sweated was this liquid, whatever you drank was this liquid, and the tears you were crying was this liquid. You didn’t think you could be sadder than you were now and you pride couldn’t be destroyed any further. And while you lied there, wallowing in self-pity, Dorumon awoke from her sleep. She yawned loudly and flexed her wet feet as she woke up. She looks down at her feet expecting to see you happily slaving away, but she saw you on the ground and crying instead. Almost anything else would feel bad for you, but she thought you were crying with joy and she was both glad and angry. She was glad that you had enjoyed yourself so much, but she was angry you weren’t kissing her feet like she told you to. Her eyes narrowed onto you angrily and she stood above you menacingly.
“Well, well. Looks like my little bug forgot part of his job. What do you have to say for yourself?” She asked in an angered tone. You just glance up at her without saying a word and then look away and continue to weep. Dorumon sighs in disgust, “If you’re not gonna listen to me then you’re losing more than the privilege to love my feet.” She says lifting one of them above your small form. “You lose your life.” You refuse to look up at her or beg for mercy and you just continue to cry. Some of your own saliva drips down onto you as you cry. She sets her foot on top of you and begins to add some pressure. She begins to steadily increase the pressure and you begin to feel your bones strain under the pressure. For a moment you consider begging for your life, but you quickly push that thought out of your head. Then each of your bones begin to snap one by one and you can barely keep your screams of agony inside your mouth. The pressure continued to get greater and greater until your bones were dust and you felt your insides pushing against your skin. With just the slightest twitch, Dorumon pops you under her feet like a grape. Your guts spill everywhere and effectively dirty her foot again. Dorumon grinds your remains into the ground and drags her foot until there is nothing left of you but a smear on her feet. She sighs contently and continues on her walk already forgetting about your sad existence.

It's probably the first time you killed the main character. I'm not complaining, not at all.

Well the interactive I usually add to doesn't allow that so that's a big reason why. And it's usually the best way to end a story like this.