One of your favorite giantess models put up a website, where she asked for volunteers to become her new foot slave. You, bring a loser, signed up, hoping you were one of the candidates selected.

A few weeks later, you got a response. You were selected! All you had to do was take some shrinking pills that made you the size of an ant and mail yourself to her.

You waited for a while for your box to get to her, but eventually, after many days, it did! She places you among the almost a hundred candidates of tiny men (and a few women!) who were selected to be a candidate potentially. You thought this would be easy.

Fast forward almost a month. It was gruesome. And horrifying. She put you through sick tests and games. She squished many, she made you all fight each other, she fed a few of the tinies to her cat, and she even ate some of you! But it was all over. You won the final battle, beating the last rival tiny man to death, and earning your place as her foot slave. She wipes the loser's squished body on her sole, unbothered.

"Congratulations! You did it! You survived longer than all the other tiny people, which means..." She takes her feet out of her flip flops and slides them towards you. "These feet, are yours to worship and pamper. You've been longing for this for a long time, haven't you, tiny? Go ahead, let me see how you can worship me, your giantess, your goddess. I want to feel revered as if the world is prostrating before me. Start with my foot, it's a bit dirty because I love walking barefoot. But of course, that shouldn't bother you, right? Show me that your desire to worship me is genuine. So, begin there and demonstrate your devotion." She looks at you with superiority, with dominance, and a hint of sadism.