ZELDA'S TOY - Chapter 2

Zelda flexed her toes, which were slightly sweaty and had pieces of lint packed in between them. Rubbing them together for the friction was a source of relief. She loved the feeling, how relieving it was to flex her feet in the open again like this.

“Ahh…much better…but I need a little more from you.”

She smiled down at him almost sweetly enough it made him feel sick. Her heel propped up on the top of the stump she’d set him down upon, and he found himself staring face to foot with a sticky sole. The smell of it was overwhelmingly strong, a stale stench that could only have been formed from spending hours walking in those stuffy boots.

“I could really use a foot massage right now. So, get to work.”

Her order drained the color from his face like a plughole. He stared at the skin in front of him, scared to go any closer, but with a warning look, Zelda eventually coaxed him into it.

With trembling feet, he made his way closer towards it. He approached the sole and reached out with his hands, finally pressing them into the plush skin. It was as sticky as expected, and gave way easily as he began kneading it like some massive portion of dough. He was diligent about it, using his tiny elbows and everything, and Zelda peered down at him from her position, impressed.

“Not bad…that feels pretty good, little guy…”

Link groaned, hating how pathetic this was all making him feel. But he just kept working away, massaging diligently while Zelda leaned back on her hands, tilting her head and groaning with utter pleasure. Just what she wanted. At his size he was able to get every knot, even the tiniest ones.

He eventually used the force of his entire body to try and please her, pressing his whole form against the dank surface of her sole, feeling her tilt her foot slightly until he was very abruptly knocked back off of his feet and was laying there right under her.

As she pressed her foot on top of him and rolled him against her tacky skin, he realized how easily she could crush him into a pancake. It would only take a little extra effort…she could kill him with just the slightest amount more pressure…

Eventually she seemed to be satisfied enough with his efforts though, and lifted her foot again, letting him breathe in some fresher air.

“Good…that’s good…”

She sat up straight again and looked down at him pointedly. 

“Good enough anyway. Could be better.”

Link stepped back, by quite a few steps just to get a little more distant from the stench. It was stuck to him though, it literally seemed to have seeped into the fabric of his clothes, suffocating and stuffy. He groaned, grossed out, but Zelda was quick to snap her fingers loud enough to make him flinch, and give him a warning, near-threatening look.

“Now don’t you start complaining. You drag me all over Hyrule with you, I have to walk countless miles just to keep you company, and what’s my reward? Aching, sweaty feet. So this is the least you owe me.”

Link was made acutely aware of his pathetic size in that moment. Her shadow was cast over him to the extent it literally felt like he was swallowed in darkness. He staggered backwards on his tiny feet by a couple of shaky steps, and held his hands up innocently, not wanting her to punish him.

“Z-Zelda…I thought you wanted to come with me…”

She gave a dramatic eye roll and sat back on her stump, pulling her stockings and shoes back on again. When she was finished, she looked at Link pointedly, before sighing with frustration as he tried to speak more and she could barely hear him. Didn’t he realize how miniscule he was right now? 

“How do you expect me to be able to hear a word you’re saying when you’re all the way down there?” she asked pointedly, before leaning forward and reaching for him, snatching him up in her gloved hand and lifting him up so he was level with her face.

Up close like this, Link was made aware of every tiny little detail of her visage, all of which had now been amplified to a crazy degree. Every pore on her skin was large enough that he could see it. Every inhale of air through her nose sucked at the fabric of his clothes and made them ripple with the force. He could even see the droplets of sweat on her skin that came from sitting by a hot campfire in the night, clinging to her, large as his hands.

“Huh…”

Zelda breathed out, and it washed against him in a heated gust. It was a sweet, humid scent, that came from between those parted, plush pink lips. Up close he noticed it too, how soft they looked, slightly slick with saliva. 

They became more slick, when she suddenly breathed in roughly, inhaling his scent now, and she ran her tongue against her bottom lip.

“You know…even if you were just shoved between my toes…somehow you still smell good…”

What ‘good’ constituted in this circumstance, he was afraid to ask. But he was about to find out.

From below, what felt like miles from his shrunken perspective, he could hear her stomach gurgle emptily, needily, and her grip on him tightened slightly. Link looked up into her eyes, which were focused on him. Those lips of hers curled up at the corners into a suggestive smirk, and her tongue darted out to wet them again.

“And wow…all that walking didn’t just make my feet hurt. It’s got me feeling pretty hungry too…”

A chill crackled up his spine, as he came to realize exactly where her mind was going.

And exactly where he might end up going next…