Mercy's Lost Slave

Dr. Angela Ziegler, codename Mercy, was a goddess befitting that name to her comrades in Overwatch. She was a beacon of hope on the battlefield, a healing light that pried countless allies out of the jaws of death. But while she was admired from afar her beauty and intellect made her difficult to approach, which slowly led the overworked medic to feel less and less appreciated. She was too loyal to her friends to let that affect her work, but she found herself craving more and more some kind of outlet for her stress and self-esteem. In a strange twist of fate, Talon ended up being the ones to give it to her. They had launched an attack on a small European city with some new experimental weaponry, some form of shrinking guns. The Talon agents had fired wildly into the city, downsizing property and people alike. While Overwatch was able to fend off the assault and rescue a fair number of the affected civilians, many were sadly lost during the chaotic battle. Most of the rescued shrinkees had Mercy to thank for their rescue as the flying giantess worked herself to the bone during search & rescue, and heaped plenty of squeaking praise onto their savior to her barely hidden pleasure. Unfortunately after some investigation it turned out that the effects of the shrinking device were non-reversible, and the now permanent tinies needed fairly constant care in order to survive at their height. At first they were all kept at Overwatch HQ, where Dr. Ziegler would watch over them whenever she could while other Overwatch agent's would take her place while she was on-duty. But as time passed the shrunken victims became more and more vocal about only wanting to be looked after by the woman they considered a goddess, and the leaders of Overwatch eventually decided to allow her to take them home. For a while nothing much changed in the way Mercy treated her wards, even in the comfort of her own home she made sure to treat them with respect and professionalism. But the tinies themselves eventually won her over by begging to show some appreciation to their hero, their earnestness and her own pent-up feelings finally led her to agree. It started with simple things, like helping her paint her nails or giving her a relaxing footrub after a long day of work. But the tiny worshippers quickly amped things up, licking her feet and eating the dead skin or gunk off of it, and pleading her to let them clean other parts of her divine body. Their fanaticism put the good doctor off for a moment, but being worshipped like a god truly felt ecstatic, and it was what the tinies themselves wanted. The tinies quickly took up duties cleaning her armpits, helping her get food out between her teeth, and cleaning her work shoes and combat boots that she had been stewing in for years. Her complacency with all of this devout treatment however caused a tragedy to strike.

After an all-nighter going over lab reports while her tiny helpers soothed her aching feet, the burnt-out doctor accidentally overslept while in her chair. Waking up groggily but quickly turning to panic, the frazzled quickly dressed herself while forgetting the cleaning crew had left in her shoes. The shocked tinies barely survived a few steps once the doctor's nylon-clad foot smothered them, before they popped like rotten fruit beneath their unaware goddess. The realization of what she had done hit Mercy like a thunderclap a few hours into her day, but by then she had discarded her work shoes for her combat uniform and was now in the field. It wasn't until evening that she was able to retrieve the corpses out of her footwear, and after reviving them all she prostrated herself and tearfully begged the poor little things for forgiveness. To her surprise however none of her victims seemed upset with her, they actually rushed over to her and tried to comfort her crying form. Once she had calmed down the tiny ones explained to her that they didn't care that she had crushed them, after saving all of their lives once and tirelessly looking after all of them despite how much was already on her plate, they felt their lives were hers to do whatever she wished with. Her reviving them was just a cherry on top to them. The depth of their devotion shook Angela greatly, and while she was still repentant for her mistake and swore to take better care of them, her relationship with the tiny people changed once more over the following months. Angela opened up more and more to them, bringing them with her to bed where they could frolic across her naked body, and taking them to work where they happily worshipped her within her closed office, she was still a bit too embarrassed to bring them to the open lab. At first she brought them with her in her pockets or purse, but after her followers informed her that the claustrophobic and jumbling environment was actually worse than being crushed, she reluctantly dropped them into her shoes and revived them once she was here. The tinies continued to ensure her that they didn't mind being crushed by her, and that it was actually an honor to them to become one with her foot, but it would still be many years before Angela warmed enough to that concept to crush them out of anything other than necessity. 

To the present day, Angela had finally been approved for a vacation by her superiors at Overwatch. She happily rented a beach house in California and brought all of her little worshippers with her on the trip, who were thrilled with all the new outfits that their goddess was showing off to them thanks to the beating sun. After unpacking and changing Angela quickly headed onto the beach to tan for a bit, and cool off afterwards in the water. She of course brought some of her little ones along with her, it was the first time she had crushed them under her bare feet and the feeling was a bit strange but not all that noticeable. After taking a seat and reviving her little cleaning crew, she asked them to stick to working on her sandals since her chair didn't allow her to put her feet up. The tinies happily lapped at and worshipped the sweaty, sunk-in imprints of their goddesses foot while the goddess herself drifted peacefully to sleep to the sound of lulling waves. Upon awakening an hour or so later Angela carefully checked the ground in front of her chair before getting up, and crouched down with a smile to check on how her worshippers were doing. They seemed to be enjoying themselves despite the odor wafting off her grody old sandals, but a quick headcount made her realize that one of them was actually missing! The other tinies offered up little help since they seemed to have been too engrossed in their work to notice their comrade's dissapearance, and the worried goddess quickly started searching the beach for her missing follower. She went about her search slowly with her gaze planted firmly where she was walking to avoid stepping on him, but unbeknownst to her, she already had. It was hardly her fault however since the tiny hadn't actually been on the ground when she crushed him, during her nap the eager worshipper managed to jump onto her dangling feet so he could clean the clumps of sand clinging to them. When she had gotten off the chair the little thing splattered across her divine heel, and his blood and corpse mixed with the sand as his goddess searched for him. When she eventually found and revived him he would tell her the truth and was sure to get an earful for throwing away his life like that, but he would have no regrets about sacrificing himself to his goddess. Even her filthy foot was worth more than all of them combined in their eyes and they all happily considered themselves slaves to her and her body, they were just still working on convincing their goddess of her greatness herself.