Worshipping Rukia
Anime Shrink Interactive
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
Gritting his teeth Ichigo struggled to move his limbs, his hollows hold over his body not fainting the slightest. "I thought I got all the control back!!" He moaned as he continued his attempts at movement. Before him Rukia's feet still stood, almost eagerly awaiting Ichigo's worship.
"Go ahead Ichigo, don't be shy." Rukia taunted, obviously not noticing Ichigo's internal struggle at all.
It didn't make him happy to admit it but Ichigo had no choice. His inner hollow was preventing escape and Rukia would likely get angry if he stood there doing nothing. Blushing out of slight embarassment he eyed Rukia's barefeet some more. Every crevice, every piece of lint, every bead of sweat, it was all clear as day to him and he would be forced to worship that? It disgusted him.
"I'll do it..." He whispered, not for himself nor Rukia to hear but his inner hollow. Instantly after Ichigo said that the hollowfied limbs the Shinigami had vanished, disappearing as maniacal laughter rang faintly in Ichigo's head. Dragging his feet along the wooden floors of his own room Ichigo walked towards his best friend's feet, mentally screaming at himself for being weak even if it was far from his fault. Stopping just before Rukia's big toe the strawberry felt awe, he was half to three-fourths the height of it when it layed flat on the ground, that meant he was barely an inch if even that! He looked up at Rukia, faintly hoping to see some sympathy, maybe see her sticking her tongue out and saying "Just kidding!" but no such luck, Rukia was relishing the sensation of Ichigo at her feet. The titanic brunettes toes wiggled eagerly, awaiting Ichigo's submission, and he gave it to them.
The shrunken teen closed his eyes, trying to get his mind as far away from the real world as possible. When he seemed comfortable enough Ichigo leaned forward, stopping when Rukia's body heat told him he was face to face with her toe, and he opened his mouth and licked. Ichigo hoped it wouldn't be bad, that it wouldn't really harm him but just be humiliating, no such luck. That one lick tasted of salt rivaling sea water mixed together with body oils, whatever flavor socks gave it, and whatever else Rukia stepped in that day; in short, it was horrifyingly bad, bad enough to make Ichigo recoil back to reality from his "Happy place"
Rukia on the other hand had quite the opposite reaction, the moment Ichigo's tongue made contact with her foot goosebumbs ran all along her body as the sensation tickled her nerves. It was funny, a Captain class Shinigami was at the mercy of her feet,needless to say it felt exhilarating.
"Don't stop Ichigo!" The giantess shouted when she saw Ichigo's recoiled frame, "That felt great! Not to mention you have a whole lot more foot to go."
"Don't remind me." Ichigo grunted as he eyed Rukia's happily wiggling toes. Leaning forward again he took another lick, this one not tasting as bad as the first but still pretty bad. He stayed strong though, and Ichigo repeated the process, managing up to seven licks before he had to pull away. That was how the process repeated for a few minutes, until Ichigo finally managed to just keep licking until the task was done, which took about the sixth or seventh try. With each lick Ichigo felt more and more displeased with himself, Rukia's footsweat was sliding into his mouth where he was forced to swallow and his tongue was giving her feet a bath, right now he hated himself. Still if you had to do a job, do it right or at least that's how Ichigo reasoned it; between licks Ichigo actually kissed Rukia's sole, massaging in circles with his hands as he did so. He didn't want to but while many times he seemed like a fool Ichigo knew that if he did a poor job Rukia was likely to only make things worse, at least with that method Ichigo had a faint hope of getting a break later.
During all of this Rukia struggled not to burst out into a laughter. When she first got the idea of shrinking Ichigo it seemed kind of dumb to be honest, but as she tinkered with the idea it soon became a goal of hers. She didn't plan on injuring him, nor keeping him as a pet, just some harmless fun to fulfill her fantasies. Although plans could change, and if Ichigo was this good of a slave the idea of keeping him as a pet didn't seem too farfetched.
That was mainly how things went for the next hour or so, Ichigo worshipping Rukia's feet as Rukia pondered what a good pet Ichigo would make. Time almost seemed to fly by when Ichigo finally finished, panting for air between Rukia's feet. He had defeated arrancars, bested Captains, achieved Bankai and Ichigo had to admit, worshipping Rukia's feet was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
Rukia smiled softly at Ichigo, cheeks a slight flush of red as she continued to imagine him as her pet. "You did a good job Ichigo, if you loved my feet so much you could've just said so. Tee hee."
He was exhausted but Ichigo managed to pull enough energy to scream back, "I don't love your damn feet! I only wanted to do a good job!"
"Then you love being my slave then, regardless I feel like you deserve a little something......"
"Go ahead Ichigo, don't be shy." Rukia taunted, obviously not noticing Ichigo's internal struggle at all.
It didn't make him happy to admit it but Ichigo had no choice. His inner hollow was preventing escape and Rukia would likely get angry if he stood there doing nothing. Blushing out of slight embarassment he eyed Rukia's barefeet some more. Every crevice, every piece of lint, every bead of sweat, it was all clear as day to him and he would be forced to worship that? It disgusted him.
"I'll do it..." He whispered, not for himself nor Rukia to hear but his inner hollow. Instantly after Ichigo said that the hollowfied limbs the Shinigami had vanished, disappearing as maniacal laughter rang faintly in Ichigo's head. Dragging his feet along the wooden floors of his own room Ichigo walked towards his best friend's feet, mentally screaming at himself for being weak even if it was far from his fault. Stopping just before Rukia's big toe the strawberry felt awe, he was half to three-fourths the height of it when it layed flat on the ground, that meant he was barely an inch if even that! He looked up at Rukia, faintly hoping to see some sympathy, maybe see her sticking her tongue out and saying "Just kidding!" but no such luck, Rukia was relishing the sensation of Ichigo at her feet. The titanic brunettes toes wiggled eagerly, awaiting Ichigo's submission, and he gave it to them.
The shrunken teen closed his eyes, trying to get his mind as far away from the real world as possible. When he seemed comfortable enough Ichigo leaned forward, stopping when Rukia's body heat told him he was face to face with her toe, and he opened his mouth and licked. Ichigo hoped it wouldn't be bad, that it wouldn't really harm him but just be humiliating, no such luck. That one lick tasted of salt rivaling sea water mixed together with body oils, whatever flavor socks gave it, and whatever else Rukia stepped in that day; in short, it was horrifyingly bad, bad enough to make Ichigo recoil back to reality from his "Happy place"
Rukia on the other hand had quite the opposite reaction, the moment Ichigo's tongue made contact with her foot goosebumbs ran all along her body as the sensation tickled her nerves. It was funny, a Captain class Shinigami was at the mercy of her feet,needless to say it felt exhilarating.
"Don't stop Ichigo!" The giantess shouted when she saw Ichigo's recoiled frame, "That felt great! Not to mention you have a whole lot more foot to go."
"Don't remind me." Ichigo grunted as he eyed Rukia's happily wiggling toes. Leaning forward again he took another lick, this one not tasting as bad as the first but still pretty bad. He stayed strong though, and Ichigo repeated the process, managing up to seven licks before he had to pull away. That was how the process repeated for a few minutes, until Ichigo finally managed to just keep licking until the task was done, which took about the sixth or seventh try. With each lick Ichigo felt more and more displeased with himself, Rukia's footsweat was sliding into his mouth where he was forced to swallow and his tongue was giving her feet a bath, right now he hated himself. Still if you had to do a job, do it right or at least that's how Ichigo reasoned it; between licks Ichigo actually kissed Rukia's sole, massaging in circles with his hands as he did so. He didn't want to but while many times he seemed like a fool Ichigo knew that if he did a poor job Rukia was likely to only make things worse, at least with that method Ichigo had a faint hope of getting a break later.
During all of this Rukia struggled not to burst out into a laughter. When she first got the idea of shrinking Ichigo it seemed kind of dumb to be honest, but as she tinkered with the idea it soon became a goal of hers. She didn't plan on injuring him, nor keeping him as a pet, just some harmless fun to fulfill her fantasies. Although plans could change, and if Ichigo was this good of a slave the idea of keeping him as a pet didn't seem too farfetched.
That was mainly how things went for the next hour or so, Ichigo worshipping Rukia's feet as Rukia pondered what a good pet Ichigo would make. Time almost seemed to fly by when Ichigo finally finished, panting for air between Rukia's feet. He had defeated arrancars, bested Captains, achieved Bankai and Ichigo had to admit, worshipping Rukia's feet was one of the hardest things he had ever done.
Rukia smiled softly at Ichigo, cheeks a slight flush of red as she continued to imagine him as her pet. "You did a good job Ichigo, if you loved my feet so much you could've just said so. Tee hee."
He was exhausted but Ichigo managed to pull enough energy to scream back, "I don't love your damn feet! I only wanted to do a good job!"
"Then you love being my slave then, regardless I feel like you deserve a little something......"
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March 13, 2025
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