Tracer's Surprise Slipper Slave

Dva was getting fed up with being kept out of the loop. Her friends Mercy and Tracer had been acting weirdly lately, hanging out without her and whispering to one another when she was near and giggling about something. She had overheard part of one of those secretive conversations, and had made out something about Tracer keeping something in her bedroom, with Mercy chiding her for not keeping it somewhere safer. With that tidbit in mind Dva had coaxed Tracer into inviting her over for a movie night, which led to the scheming gamer getting to crash on her unsuspecting host's couch. Dva waited a little more than an hour until she was confident Tracer would be asleep upstairs and stealthily made her way into the bedroom, and slowly searched through her friends dresser drawers while keeping a nervous ear on her gentle snoring. The first drawer seemed like a dud, just a plastic container with a heart drawn on top with marker, probably filled with personal mementos. Despite already breaching her friends privacy quite a bit Dva felt too guilty to open it but left the drawer ajar, figuring she could come back to it if she found nothing else of interest. After a few minutes Dva finally found something more interesting, a strange handheld device that almost looked like some kind of weapon. Dva curiously turned the odd object over, accidently pressing a switch on it while she did so. A small flash lit up the room for a moment, and the device fell back into the drawer it had been kept. Tracer groggily opened her eyes still half-asleep, but since nobody else was in the room she quickly drifted off again...

Dva slowly woke up to a splitting headache, and no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered had been sneaking around in her friends bedroom, but the ground beneath her felt like some kind of wet exercise mat instead of her friends hardwood floor. The smell of her new location was also vastly different with her nearly throwing up after just a second of the pungent stench, and the air itself felt strangely heavy and humid like she was in some kind of hellish sauna. She tried to get on her feet and try to figure out how to escape this bizarre place, but the moment she stood up her head swam and she slowly collapsed backwards and fell back into unconsciousness.

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 Tracer yawned as she threw the sheets off of her, and sluggishly started to get dressed. She wasn't planning on going anywhere today so she put on some casual wear, but stopped herself just as she was about to stick her foot into one of her slippers. She could make out a tiny speck standing out from the ragged insole, and as she picked up the slipper for a closer look she confirmed it was indeed a shrunken person. She had no clue how one of shrunken pets had escaped, or why the hell they were in her slipper. The fuzzy old things were so disgusting that even she hadn't worked up the nerve to put any of her toys in them yet, and with how upset all of her playthings got with her normal bare feet she couldn't picture any of them wanting to hurry her up on the matter. As she checked on the rest of her tinies, noting the drawer was indeed open, she continued to ponder the matter. She finally decided that the poor thing must have fallen into them while clambering across her dresser trying to escape, landing in the worst place they possibly could. Despite feeling a bit bad for the tinies awful luck Tracer saw no reason to take it out, it had tried to escape after all so punishing it inside her fetid slippers felt appropriate. Tilting the slipper so her new insole would slide back a bit, Tracer then slowly slid her sweaty foot in and felt the small lump sink into the flesh of her sole. Strangely the smothered tiny made no attempts of struggling or lashing out at her slimy foot squashing it, leaving the giantess to wonder idly as she headed out if it had actually developed a thing for her feet after all and jumped in willingly. She was a bit surprised to see that Dva had left without saying anything, but figured that her friend was just busy and didn't want to wake her up.

Dva woke up about an hour later, long enough for her tiny form to stick fast both to Tracer's slimy sole and the disgusting insole beneath her. She still had no clue where she was but it had somehow turned even more hellish, and she couldn't even budge to try and escape from it. The morning continued with Dva continuing to suffer in the revolting prison of Tracer's slipper, with both women not fully aware of what the situation actually was...