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Imagine being just a little crumb lost on my foot~ what kind of micro would you be~ ;)

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Little story to follow up~

Kurt leaned back into his seat, exhaling deeply. Arms crossed over his broad chest, he lifted one leg, putting his massive sole on display... There. A tiny blue speck. So small it could’ve been dust to anyone else. But not to him.

“So small...” Kurt murmured, voice deep and low like thunder under a blanket. “Can’t even see you anymore~”

He flexed his toes ever so slightly, feeling the surface of his sole tighten around the microscopic figure. The tiny one squirmed. Not from pain, but from sheer scale. Every breath was a struggle. There was no air other than the smell of the dragon's massive sole. Just the overwhelming presence of Kurt. And the sweet, humiliating bliss of being nothing.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" the dragon thought to himself, not expecting an answer. "Wanted to disappear beneath me. Wanted to be forgotten down there — like dust, like a mark. And now..."

The blue speck dragged against the warmth of his sole, barely able to move.

"...now you are."

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, just to feel it — that barely-there cling of the tiny body pressed into him. Still holding on, still begging not to be removed, as if that suffocating heat and pressure was the only place that ever felt like home.

A quiet smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. He could still feel it. Barely.

The tiniest trace of a body clinging to his sole like a fleck of warmth. Not even a pressure anymore — just a suggestion. A whisper. And yet it was still there. Shrinking.

Kurt shifted slightly in his seat, curling his toes with a slow, amused motion. The spot moved — or tried to. It was hard to tell. He couldn’t see the micro anymore, not with his eyes, but he knew it was still there. The collar, the intention. It wasn’t gone yet. Just smaller.

“Still shrinking...” he muttered under his breath, half-laughing, eyes lazily scanning his foot even though there was nothing to find. “What will you become, I wonder?”

There was something intoxicating in that thought. That someone had once stood before him — maybe knee-height, maybe less — looked up in awe, pleaded, trembled, surrendered. And now they were dissolving into scale, heat, and flesh. Becoming microscopic. Sub-microscopic. Invisible. Merging with the skin beneath his foot.

Kurt sighed, eyelids heavy. His massive soles shifted slightly, just enough to feel the almost-imperceptible tingle where the speck had been.

“Are you still in there?” he asked gently, with no expectation of response. His voice was almost reverent now. “What if I press my foot down?”

And then, he lowered his foot. Slowly... A soft press. Nothing dramatic. Just a little more weight. THUD! The tiniest shiver rippled through his sole — or maybe he imagined it. Kurt couldn't feel anything but your own foot on the cold floor and other than that... just the faintest satisfaction in knowing that someone had chosen to vanish there — beneath him~

And then, Kurt exhaled once more, dragging his foot slowly across the floor. What happened to the micro at that point... the dragon will never know~