Peach's Permanent Pantyhose Pet

The royalty of any kingdom raised from childhood to expect a great deal of pampering, and the mushroom kingdom is no different. Princess Peach had countless servants to see to her every need, but there was one aspect of her privileged life that she had been a tad disappointed in. Her feet were rather delicate and were constantly sore just from walking around the castle, and while she had plenty of willing servants to give her footrubs it was quite a hassle actually making time for them. As princess she was constantly forced into long, boring audiences in her throne room, forced to endure her aching feet all the while. Even when working in her office it was far too embarrassing to ask a servant under her desk while she worked, so she could only really use their services the few times she was fully free. But with the discovery of a new type of shroom that shrank it's user, she finally had a solution to this problem. She had initially planned on using a toad servant but decided they might be a bit too squishy for her weight, settling on a human servant. When he had first heard his assignment was dedicating his days to the princesses feet he seemed alright enough with the idea, but he probably hadn't realized how permanent the role was. To avoid any gossips of her use of him, as well as using him all throughout her busy day, Peach decided to keep him under her soles at all times. Not only did this keep his existence a secret, but his endless smothering under her feet led him to grow attuned to them leading him to become a better foot slave with every crushing day. The majority of his new life was spent crammed into her pantyhose, which were crammed into her tight heels. The air inside grew humid and rank within minutes, and he would drown in the princesses plentiful sweat throughout the long day. Which she went out on fun excursions like go-carting or golfing he would be trapped within her socks, inside her sneakers. While not as tight as her heels the sweat would be far worse from her energetic activities, and he would never grow to like being slammed against the gas pedal as hard as Peach could muster. The nights were his only real taste of freedom, except when she went to bed with socks or stockings still on occasionally. But while not plastered to her slimy foot he was still expected to lick it clean throughout the night, while underneath the stuffy comforter she slept under regardless of season. He would grow somewhat attached to his pathetic existence as the years passed, viewing the princesses soles as divine objects of worship as his mind slowly melted from her fumes. But Peach never really cared how he felt in the first place, and was just pleased to finally have the spoiled feet that her station deserved.