You lick the ridges of the non-skid sole, tasting the worn leather and occasional bits of ground-in dirt and filth. After a minute, Goddess Barbara lifts her other sole for you to lick and you switch to that one. She smiles down at you, then shrinks you.

You are now the size of ant, staring up at the sole of the boot you were just licking. "Thanks for licking my boot-soles, slave. Now someone will have to lick you off". She slowly lowers the sole towards you until the ridges of the tread are all you can see.

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