A story to accompany the image you can find here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59679023/

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“Now this is it!” King shouted as he ran through the halls, toward one of the vacant rooms in the back of the house. His feet thudded on the wooden floors as he ran with hyperactive energy.

He practically bounced off of the walls before throwing himself through the doorway and slamming it shut behind him. “This is it, this is finally it!” He said again as he clutched the ancient book to his chest. The leather felt cool against his fur, and the indented lettering only added to his confidence. After all, only the most amazing books bothered to have indented lettering!

King thumped a few more paces into the spare room, then tossed the book onto the ground in front of him. It landed with a THUMP, a small puff of dust escaping from around its edges. On its cover was the title “Summonarium, a guide to contact demons, devils, and all the loyal minions you could want.”

It was exactly what King had been searching for all these years. “Finally,” he said to himself as he spread his arms. “I’ll have an entire army at my beck and call! With me, King, as their king! I’ll get to do whatever I want with them. Sack fields, burn kingdoms to the ground, give me back scratches whenever I demand them! The world will bow to me!”

He threw himself onto his belly in front of the book, then opened the cover. “Now to pick a spell. Which one do I want?”

The pages turned, one after another, as he searched for the perfect ritual. “Pig demon… no, too flabby.” He went to the next entry. “Thorn devil… too thorny.” The next. “Donut depravity… okay, that one’s got some potential. But I’ll probably eat it when I get hungry. Let’s find one a little more permanent. Oh, here we go!”

His finger slammed onto the page right next to an entry titled “Minion: Standard.” Might as well start with the basics, right? King speed-read the entry, then popped back to his feet and scampered off to find all the necessary ingredients for the ritual.

It took some time, but he managed to find most of them. The candles weren’t made with the wax of a hydra, and were lemon-scented, but it was close enough. The eyes of newt were also surprisingly hard to track down, but was a frog really that much different? “No,” he concluded as he threw the eyes into the center of the summoning circle he had drawn on the floor of the spare room. “No, it's pretty much the same thing.”

King glanced at the book again. “Okay… just need to say the magic words. Easy enough.” He turned back to the circle and extended his hands toward the center. “Invictum summinium. Creatures maximal, imensius e grandacular!”

A puff of smoke engulfed the ingredients in the center of the circle, accompanied by a flash of light and the smell of burning sulfur. King coughed as smoke filled the room. “Gah,” he grumbled, fanning the soot away from his face. “Is it supposed to do that?”

The smoke gradually faded. As it did, he searched for his new minion with wide eyes and a quickly beating heart. The book said that his new servant would be twelve feet tall, rippling with muscles, with horns on its head and a loyalty that would make it follow to the ends of the earth and beyond.

Yet, as the last puffs of smoke evaporated, King did not see a twelve-foot-tall monstrosity. Instead, he saw a one-inch tall demon boy with a goofy smile. “Uh… what?”

“Hello!” said the tiny creature standing in the center of the summoning circle. He looked almost unfinished, with almost no features except for a wide smile, bright eyes, and the faintest tinge of red to his otherwise pale skin. His body was soft and squishy as if it were made of clay, and no hair or horns sprouted from his head.

“Uh… hello,” King said, his disappointment growing. “What are you?”

“I’m your minion!” the tiny creature answered. “I’m here to do everything you ask, just as the spell said.”

“You’re my minion? YOU!?” King huffed. “No, no, no, no! The book said that you were supposed to be huge! Big enough to crush armies! You couldn’t even crush a bug!”

“Well, you did use lemon-scented candles. Those usually make for tiny summons.”

“But where are your horns!? Where are your blood-red eyes, and fangs that could rip through the hearts of my enemies!?”

“Did you use frog eyes or newt eyes?”

“Frog eyes,” King answered.

“That’d do it.”

King stomped his foot. The impact made the room shake and was strong enough that the tiny little minion lost his balance and fell onto his butt. “No!” King shouted as he stomped his foot again. “This is so stupid! Why does nothing ever work!” He turned to the book, squinted at it, then kicked it across the room. “That was my last bit of summoning chalk too. And do you know how hard it is to steal that stuff?”

“I could help you steal it, master,” said the tiny minion.

“You can’t help me with ANYTHING,” King huffed. He turned towards his tiny summon, then stomped closer. His huge feet crashed onto the floor with each mighty stomp. Dirt shook from between the boards as bits of sweat dripped off of his paw. “No,” he continued when he stood almost directly on top of the tiny.

It was an intimidating sight for the small summon. He had to look past King’s rounded belly and the floof around his neck just to make eye contact with the giant. “I should just step on you and get rid of you.”

“I… but…” the tiny summon’s smile wavered. “But I’m supposed to serve you, master!”

“You can serve me by running away, and trying not to get stepped on!” King lifted his right foot. It hovered in the air directly over the tiny little summon, the dirty underside looming like a sky about to crash down and crush him. For a moment, the summon was overwhelmed by the immense scale of the creature he had been called to serve. King was just so much bigger than him in every possible way. Just a flex of his clawed toes would be enough to squash him.

“B… but master…” the summon trembled.

“You got one more chance to run before I SQUISH YOU FLAT!”

That did it. The little guy turned and ran from the giant. He screamed as he went, his little legs pumping as he darted over the wooden floor, jumped over the small divide between boards, and hopped over the pebbles that dirtied the ground. When he looked over his shoulder, King was still only a single giant step away.

The giant’s foot SMASHED down only about an inch away from the little summon. The power of the stomp shook the ground under him, and the rush of air that was squashed out from below his foot was a gust that threw the little guy forward. He slammed into the wood, rolled a few inches, then came to a stop with his face to the ground.

“Please, master,” he whimpered as King lifted his other foot.

“Is that it? Is that really it!?” King huffed as he moved his paw over the micro-sized demon. “All that work, all that time getting the spell ready, and you can’t even handle a single stomp!? That’s it, from now on, I’m calling you Lint, because that’s about how big you are!”

“Lint, that’s a great name!” the tiny called to him. “I’ll be your Lint, and I’ll do everything you say!” He stared upwards at the giant, his immense paw blocked out all but a small part of the sky.

“Great. And your next command is not to get squished.”

“But…”

The paw came down. THUMP. King’s foot slammed into the floor with his full weight behind it. The soft underside of his sole spread out as he leaned forward, pressing down, squashing the tiny summon under his weight.

For little Lint, the experience was as humiliating as it was unbearable. Though King was small by human standards, he was absolutely immense to the tiny bug under his paw. It felt like a mountain was crushing down on him, smooshing him, squashing him flat. Lint could barely move, and his chest struggled to expand enough to take in any breath. When it did, he smelled the heavy, musky scent of King’s foot.

It wasn’t that bad of a smell, with dirt and a little bit of aromatized sweat adding to the complex details, but the intensity was beyond compare. When Lint breathed in, King’s musk flooded his system to the point where he could not think of anything other than the giant sole pressing down on him. Every single inch of his body was covered by the foot. Beads of sweat dripped onto him, specks of dirt rubbed onto his body. King was just standing on him, leaning on him, using him as a part of the floor.

Finally, the giant lifted his paw. Whatever relief Lint experienced dissipated when he realized that he was stuck to the bottom, glued to his master’s sole by the sweat and pressure. With his tiny arms, he tried to push himself off of the plush skin, but it didn’t matter. He was too small even for that.

“You’re still in one piece, right?” King grabbed his foot and angled it so that he could just barely see the speck stuck to his paw. “Yeah, you look fine. You regretting coming to serve me yet?”

“N… no…” Lint wheezed. His chest still felt a little flat. “You’re my master.”

King blinked, and his eyes narrowed. “Really? You’re happy about all this!? Oh just great. Not only did I summon a pint-sized demon, but I’m not even heavy enough to stomp him to pieces. Well let’s just try it again!”

“Wait!” But King didn’t wait. He let go of his foot and SLAMMED it into the ground again. The entire house thudded as his weight was driven into Lint and then into the floor. For the tiny bug, the impact was startling. It was as though a boulder the size of a building crashed onto his chest. His eyes bulged as his stomach compressed, but he stayed intact.

King lifted his foot again, even more annoyed at Lint’s stubborn refusal to break. “Why,” he THUDDED his paw down again, “Won’t” THUD, “you,” THUD, “just,” THUD, “SQUISH!” THUD.

THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD!

When King lifted his paw after the litany of stomps, Lint was still stuck to the bottom, alive, intact, but very dazed. “You’re durable, I’ll give you that much,” he said as he looked at the sole of his foot. “And you can’t peel yourself off or anything?”

Lint blinked his tired eyes. His head was spinning and he saw bright flashes of light everywhere, but he was still breathing and awake enough to answer. “No master… your foot is a bit too strong for me.”

“Well obviously,” King said. “It’s MY foot. Of course it would be better than a tiny-sized pipsqueak like you.” He let his foot plop back to the ground, once again sandwiching Lint between his paw and the ground. As he stood on top of him, smooshing the tiny guy into his warm paw pad, he stroked the fur on his chin and hummed. “What should I do with this? What’s my move here?”

King took a step forward. His foot lifted, swung forward, then thudded onto the ground with Lint still below him. Though it didn’t hurt as much as King’s intentional stomps, he still had the giant’s entire body weight crushing onto his chest.

“I could try the spell again.” THUD went his paw as he paced around the room. “But then I’d need to find the ingredients.” THUD. “And I had a hard time with that already!” THUD. “Maybe steal a new book?” THUD. “What am I saying, the book is fine.” THUD. “So a new plan, maybe.” THUD. “But what?” THUD. “Guess I could try to use you.” THUD. “I wonder if you’d make a good stress ball.” THUD. “Or a back scratcher.” THUD. “Or toe cleaner.” THUD. “Oh! Or you could help get the dirt out from under my claws!” He stopped pacing, grabbed his foot, and angled it so that he could see it again. “Now we’re getting somewhere. What do you think, Lint?”

Lint peeled his face away from King’s foot enough to look up at the giant. His eyes were still spinning and his smile wavered, but he was happy to give it. “Anything you want, Master.”

“Now we’re talking. Okay, get off of my foot and we can get started with some paw rubs.”

Lint flexed his body, but his tiny arms weren’t strong enough to escape from the sticky bits of sweat that glued him to the warm, soft sole. He pushed against the giant’s foot and struggled with all his might, but he was just one tiny minion compared to the sole of one of the greatest creatures in the world. “I’m sorry master, but I can’t,” he eventually whimpered. “Your foot is too strong for me. I’m stuck!”

“Ugh,” King rolled his eyes. “I have to do everything.”

Once again, he SLAMMED his foot onto the ground, stomping his little Lint flat. Then he slowly, deliberately dragged his foot backward along the wooden floor. A small bit of sweat was left in his wake, and though Lint came off a little, it wasn’t enough.

So King did it again. And again. And again. He wiped his foot on the ground until the tiny minion finally came loose and rolled out from under his foot, beaten, a bit bruised, and definitely covered in sweat, but still in one piece and ready to serve.

“Finally,” King said as he plopped onto his butt. “I thought you’d NEVER come off.” He placed his feet on either side of the tiny guy with both soles facing inward. “Now hurry up and get to work. I want these paws RUBBED!”

“Yes master,” Lint answered. It took all his strength to push himself off of the ground and stumble over to King’s right paw. His head was still spinning, and his body was infatuated with the scent of his musk. It was difficult to see straight, and even harder to form logical thoughts, but that didn’t really matter.

His master didn’t need him to answer questions or do anything complicated. He just needed to rub his god’s feet for a little while.

When Lint reached the paw, he threw himself against it without hesitation and slumped against the warm skin. It felt so warm and comforting as he rested his face against it. His master really was amazing.

After giving himself a few seconds to recover from the ordeal of his stomps, Lint turned to the foot, pressed his face against it, and ran his lips along the length of the hot skin. He kissed King’s foot and fully embraced it with his body. Soon his hands moved along the skin as he rubbed the immense boy’s foot.

Lint didn’t mind that King’s paw was a little sweaty, and he didn’t care about the sweltering heat or the absolutely mind-bending scale of it compared to him. This was his master, and he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure his master was happy.

“Wow, you’re way more into this than I expected.”

Lint pulled his face away from the paw. Steam rose from between them as he leaned against the foot in a deep embrace. “I love your feet, master.”

“You are so weird. Move to my toes. I need you to get between them.”

“Of course!” Lint smiled as he ran along the length of King’s paw until he reached the giant boy’s toes. He was smaller than either of them, and the muscles held under the skin were more powerful than Lint’s entire body. Either one of them could crush him to paste, and the idea made him excited. “Between them?” he asked. When King nodded, he threw himself at the giant’s toes and climbed along the length of his foot until he reached the valley between them.

It took some effort to wiggle his way between those mountains of flesh, but he accomplished it. The area between his toes was like a rainforest of musk and King-scented air. Here, he could not escape from the all-encompassing power of his master even if he wanted to. His face pushed through dense fur, almost saturated with sweat and flakes of dirt that had collected there over the day. He clawed his way forward as if he were delving into a living cave, surrounded on all sides by his master.

It was overwhelming in the best way possible. The weight of the second toe sitting on top of him made it hard to move, but he did his best to rub his hands through the thick fur and wipe away any dirt he found. He pushed it out behind him like the good little toe cleaner he was.

“Yeah, that’s it,” King said from far away. “But don’t think you’re done after this. I got the entire rest of my paw that you need to lick clean. And then there’s my OTHER paw that you still need to get to.” There was a pause, then the giant’s toes squashed around Lint as King flexed the mighty digits.

“Did you hear that, Lint?”

“Gah, yes!” Lint squeaked as his chest compacted under the pressure.

“Good.” King let his toes go limp again. With just the weight of one resting on top of him, Lint could breathe again. Steadily, he continued to work.

Lint was a good toe cleaner, and he worked diligently on his master’s feet. When the area between King’s toes was as clean as it was going to get, the giant spread his digits and pulled him from between them. He held Lint’s tired body by one of his legs, dangling the little guy upside down in front of his face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were born to do this.”

A bead of King’s sweat slid down Lint’s back, collected on his head, then dripped off. “I was created to serve you, master. And I’ll do whatever I can to do that!”

“Well you’re loyal, I’ll give you that much.” King opened his fingers and let the tiny Lint plummet to the ground. He smacked into the wooden floor with a gentle thump, followed by a much heavier one as King moved his paw closer. “Come on, you don’t get a break just yet.”

“Of course, master.” Lint went back to the giant paw. He pressed his face into it and kissed again, then let his lips part and his tongue emerge. The little guy licked King’s foot, allowing the intense taste to flood his system and make him shudder.

King allowed him to work for a while longer. Slowly, he made his way over the length of the massive paw, starting at the heel and then moving closer to the toes. When he came to the arch of the giant’s foot, he crawled on top of it enough to reach the higher places. There was just so much area to cover, and his hands could only do so much.

As he went, he developed an appreciation for the different sections of the giant’s body. Some areas of King’s sole were hard and firm, especially where he carried his weight. These were the parts designed for crushing bugs and squashing tiny things into paste. Then there were the soft, squishy parts of his foot, especially those near his toes. They were more cozy to nuzzle against, though just as sweaty and powerful as the rest of him.

Eventually, King grew bored. When Lint was on the ball of his foot, kissing away like the loyal servant he was, the giant shifted his weight. Lint paused for a moment as he felt the giant paw he had climbed start to move. There was barely any time to process what was happening before King SLAMMED his paws together, sole to sole, with little Lint trapped between them.

“Ha, you feel pretty good down there, tiny.” He moved his feet back and forth, slowly grinding the tiny guy between them.

For Lint, the sensation was crushing, sweltering, and completely dominating all at the same time. All around him were walls of feet. He was trapped between them, completely smothered on all sides, swallowed between the giant’s soles. Though it wasn’t as bad as being stepped on, it was still more than his tiny body was designed for.

Even breathing was hard, as his chest had to fight to expand with all the pressure crushing down on him. When he did draw breath into his lungs, it tasted exactly like King’s feet. Sweat droplets rolled down his body as his face was dragged over the giant’s smooth skin.

King paused, giggled, then squished his feet together even harder, drawing a feeble yelp for the little guy trapped between them. He let the pressure go just long enough for Lint to recover and take in a few breaths before doing it again.

“You’re like a squeak toy!” King said with a laugh as Lint yelped again. “Would you do that if I bit you too? Eh, maybe we’ll try that later, when you don’t taste like my feet. Speaking of, what do my paws taste like?” He let his massive soles separate. Lint stayed stuck on the left one for a few seconds before his weight peeled him off of the sweat-drenched sole. He flopped to the ground and rolled until he was in front of his giant master. “You gotta have a good idea by now.”

“They taste…” his head was spinning from the ordeal, and his tongue was so overwhelmed that it was hard to concentrate on any one flavor. “They taste like power.”

“Oh, that’s good! Keep going!”

“And salt… and dirt… and musk.”

“Musk? What’s musk taste like?”

“Your feet,” Lint said with a smile.

“That’s circular logic, but whatever! I still like your answer, tiny.”

“Thank you master.” He pushed himself into a sitting position, then wiped a heavy bead of paw sweat off of his face. “Would you like me to keep kissing your feet now?”

“Hm… na. I want to see if you’d make a good ball.”

“What!?” Lint watched in perplexed amazement as King pushed himself onto his feet again. It was amazing, staring up at the titanic sized creature. Though his proportions were stout, his belly round, and his head so large and adorable, it just made him even more intimidating when he was so massively huge.

“You know, a ball. The type of thing you can kick around and play games with. They got balls where you come from, don’t they?”

“Yes, but…” Lint’s words trailed off as King lifted his left foot, brought it behind him, took aim, then launched it forward. “Ah!” Lint yelped as the huge paw slammed into his body with all the force of a herd of charging bulls. He was launched across the room, spinning head over heels until he smacked into something near the far wall and bounced onto the floor again.

“Ugh…” Lint groaned as he pushed himself off of the ground. The world felt like it was still spinning, even as King’s heavy footsteps caused the wooden boards to shake under him.

“Ha, that worked GREAT!” King shouted. “I thought you were going to explode for sure. But no! You’re solid!”

“Thank you master… I was designed…” But he wouldn’t get to finish, as King’s foot slammed into him again and launched him. This time he didn’t fly as far, and his body touched the ground a few paces away. He sputtered and rolled over the wooden floor until he finally came to rest somewhere in the middle of the room on his back.

The footsteps of his master shook the world as King walked over to him. “That one wasn’t great,” King said as his rounded belly and skull came into view directly overhead. “Maybe we should just stick with stomps.”

“I agree, master. I’m not really ball shaped.”

“Yeah. Oh! Maybe I can find a spell for that! But later.” He lifted his foot above the tiny Lint. Once again, the sky was completely eclipsed by the tan underside of the giant’s sole. Little bits of dirt came loose from the skin and plummeted to the ground around the small minion. They impacted like hail, a prelude of the immense pressure about to come.

But Lint just smiled and embraced the stomp. He liked it better than the kicks anyway.

THUD! King’s foot slammed onto him like a mountain crashing to the earth. The air was crushed out of the little guy’s lungs as the weight and heat returned to him. Like the most humiliating hug in existence, King then squeezed his toes around Lint’s body so that the tiny was crammed into the space between them and the balls of his foot. Once he was safely packed into that narrow area, King lifted his foot and turned it so that he could see Lint again.

“I gotta find some string for you,” the giant said. “Then I can loop one end around your neck like a collar. And the other end can go around my toe! That’ll be fun to walk around with, since there’s no way you can keep up with me.” The giant demon smiled.

Lint managed a smile of his own. “That could work, master,” he said from deep within the arch of his toes. “Then you might stomp on me a few times after you kick me forward. If you keep the string short enough.”

“You are such a strange minion,” King said with a laugh.

He let his toes open, turned his foot back to the ground, then shook it until Lint came loose and tumbled back to the floor. The tiny guy coughed, sputtered, then rolled over onto his back so that he could see his master. King placed his foot on the ground again, this time not on top of the small servant.

“How about now, master? I’m sure there’s string somewhere… or I could lick your feet again!”

“Later. Right now I gotta get back to that book and see if there’s a way to summon a real demon army. No offense, but you’re not going to be conquering any kingdoms.”

Lint blushed. “No.”

“But I could squish you between my feet while I look.”

“Yes, you absolutely could!”

“You don’t have to sound so excited about it.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re a weird little guy.” King shifted his weight. Lint looked up at him from his place on the ground. It was mesmerizing looking at the titan from a place between his feet. King really was the size of a god to him. “You stay right there. Don’t move a muscle, and that’s an order!”

“Understood, master.”

The giant heavy footsteps thudded on the ground as he went over to the oversized spell book, picked it up, then returned to his tiny. He opened his arms and the book thudded onto the ground only a pace away from Lint, its hard cover clattering against the wood like a toppling building. It shook the ground under the tiny’s butt, though not as much as what was about to happen.

Lint felt his stomach drop as King slammed his paws on either side of him, with the giant’s body looming directly overhead. Then King lowered himself. His butt took up more and more of the sky as he came toward Lint, the great expanse of tan and grey fluff appearing like a landscape about to crash onto him.

Lint managed a feeble, “Wait!” an instant before King’s massive rear end THUDDED onto the ground with a heavy smack. Lint felt the entire weight of the giant’s upper body crushed down on him as the immense ass smooshed him flat. Though it wasn’t as painful as being stepped on, the pressure was just as inescapable and possibly even more embarrassing.

Though he could move his arms slightly, and he could shift his face so that his lips weren’t squashed against the giant’s skin, there was no hope of crawling out from under him. He was trapped, surrounded by the warmth of King’s rear end and the fluff of his chubby butt.

“Yeah, this works,” King said as he shifted his hips back and forth, grinding the tiny little minion into the floor with each movement. “Gonna be honest, you make a better toe cleaner than a seat cushion, but I’ll take it.”

He then lifted his ass a few inches off of the tiny Lint. For a moment, light filtered through the giant’s fur and Lint was given a taste of clean air. He reached for that bright spot, but it evaporated as King slammed his ass down again, crushing all of the oxygen out of Lint’s lungs. “Just have to flatten you out a bit,” King mumbled to himself as he began grinding his ass once again.

Lint wasn’t sure which experience was more intense. His feet were crushing, but his ass was so much bigger. There was no air down here, and nothing to experience other than hot fur and the immense being’s body. Faintly, he could hear the occasional grumble of King’s belly above him as a reminder that this was no mountain that buried him, it was a living creature that completely owned his little body.

“Okay… minion army… minion army…” King mumbled to himself as he turned the page. “Why do they have to make books so LONG? It should just be a single page with what I want on it. Is that so hard!?” He flipped the page again, his weight slowly settling onto his little slave.

Lint tried to find a comfortable spot… or at least comfortable enough. King wanted him to be a living seat cushion, so that was his goal. He needed to be the most comfy thing to sit on in the world, even if the pressure crushed his lungs and made it hard to think.

And King was happy to sit on him for as long as it took to find the spell he wanted. Maybe it would take hours. That was fine. After all, he had a new toy to play with if he ever got bored.