Tracer's Teeny Tiny Tanned Tank Toe Trouble (Overfag)

Tracer’s Teeny Tiny Tanned Tank Toe Trouble
For Overfag's 7 Piece Set.
(F/F, Tracer crushing tiny Phara, shrinking, lots of descriptions)

Heroism was a fulltime job, but everyone needs a break now and then. Phara was taking one of such breaks, relaxing in the sun in her bikini top at an Egyptian resort. Her team of heroes needed a little rest from saving the world; annoyingly, she had to bring Tracer along too. But she tried not to think about her rival as she looked out over the ocean from the comfort of her lounge chair. Water in a pool behind her gently lapped against the walls; she considered going for a swim. Everything was calm and peaceful.

“Ahhh, this is the life~” she said as she nestled into the perfect position of comfort. Reaching out, she grabbed a glass of iced tea and started gently sipping, basking as the cool liquid dived down her throat. Already she could feel the delightful chill start to worm through her body, running up and down her spine, spreading through her core, tickling the very tips of her fingers and toes… wait. That wasn’t right. Opening an eye she saw the glass in her hand grow and the bikini get looser…

She was shrinking!

Yelping in shock she slammed it down on the table and leapt out of her chair. She knew immediately what was going on. A spy had poisoned her no doubt, seeking to eliminate her, forever. She had to get to the first aid station before she was stepped on like an ant! She broke into a sprint towards the building, but with every step it stretched away from her further and further as she shrank. At one metre tall she threw off the saggy bikini top, but it was no use; she was never going to reach the building in time. Crippling nausea and weightlessness gripped her as she rocketed towards the ground. She turned in shock as she saw the world stretch up around her. It felt like it was all being stretched out like a balloon.

As she became smaller and smaller, the wind became harsher, the ground became rougher, the soundscape became louder. Everything was magnified. Before she’d even gone two metres the shrinking had run its course, leaving her just four centimetres tall. She had to stop and gasp to take in everything around her; it was an alien world. The lounge chair stretched up and above her like a colossal bridge, highway sized straps whipping in the wind with a mind stretching amount of speed.

What was once a gentle lap of water against the pool wall became the crash and roar of the ocean. The sea itself was a deep, distant rumbling that shook the ground beneath her feet. The world around her was a flat, blank plain with small valleys every so often as the grout beneath the tiles. She had to shield her eyes from the light blaring from the white tiles and she could see ripples of heat radiate from the surface. Far, far, far in the distance the resort’s building stretched up like a mountain. Behind her was her bikini, a crumpled pile of fabric that was as big as the Sydney Opera House and shaped like it too.

“This can’t be happening … this can’t be happening!” Phara hyperventilated as her chest squeezed tight. But after a few deep breaths, she calmed herself as she remembered that the rest of the team was still in the resort. She’d just have to find them, get the antidote, and everything would be back to normal.

Booom … booom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom … boom …
Thundering footsteps rang out across the ground like the distant pound of tribal drums, shaking the fist sized dust around her feet. Someone was coming. Her heart soared as she realised she’d be saved, that she’d find help … only for it to curb its excitement when she turned and saw Tracer. Not the best person to help … but better than nothing, right?

But the rivalry between them was the last thing on her mind as she saw her leave the building and come closer. It … she … it … it was impossible to comprehend, and even harder to describe. Something so big shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t move so fast and fluidly, yet it did, an entire mountain moving with the grace of a ballet dancer. Tracer’s orange suit stretched up like a skyscraper tall enough that she had to turn her head to the ground. Every step brought a pound that rumbled through the ground; Phara idly noted that despite appearances it didn’t have the speed of sound delay she expected. She was tiny and Tracer was normal sized after all. She stood there awestruck as Tracer continued to approach.

“Now where did you go Phara, hmmm?” Tracer idly mused as she walked towards her empty chair.

Phara had to cover her ears from the deafening voice that ripped through her like an explosion. It shook the very air in her lungs from the sheer force. It was deep, booming, just like the giants you’d read in a fairy tale. But it was all real.

When she shook the ringing from her ears and looked back up again, she saw that Tracer was almost upon her. Every step shook her body like an earthquake. With a few more steps, Tracer was on top of her, her legs on either side as she idly looked around the chair. Trapped between her feet, staring up at the crotch seemingly kilometres above her … it broke her brain. It was all so big, so massive, so majestic, it made her jaw drop.

Shaking it from her head, she welled up whatever strength she had and screamed at the top of her voice.

“TRACER! DOWN HERE!!!” she screeched loud enough to make her throat sore. No response.

“OVER HERE! DOWN HERE! DON’T STEP ON ME, PLEASE!”

Tracer stopped and jerked upwards, twisting her head. It was so fast, so sudden, Phara took an instinctive step back.

“Huh? Who said that?” Tracer mused in another deafening blast of voice.

“BELOW YOU! I’VE BEEN SHRUNK, I’M TINY!”

Tracer paced and turned around as she looked for the source. Her feet raised and slammed back down again with every step as they circled around her like a stampede of elephants. This way and that, the shockwaves buffeted her until she was sent sprawling onto the ground. She screamed again.

“BELOW YOU!”

And then … Tracer stopped. Her mountain of a body went still. Slowly, she craned her head downwards, peering at the tile … before settling on her. Phara. In that moment, far, far, far beneath her, seeing those eyes stare into her, through her, she felt like an ant. One wrong step, one mere press of a thumb: gone forever. A life reduced to a red smear over a white tile in some resort in Egypt before being wiped away with just one drop of rain. Phara never felt tinier and weaker in her whole life.

Right up until Tracer smiled.

The colour drained from her face as she stared at that unnerving grin. Her mind grimly wandered over to how each tooth was bigger than her; they could grind her down to a thin pulp. She wouldn’t even have to chew, just one gulp and she’d be sent to her stomach to be digested alive … she couldn’t think about it. With shaky legs she got back to her feet…

“Well hello there luv. Guess you’re not so tall now, huh? How does it feel being the shorter one for a change?”

…before being blasted right back down again by the shockwave of sound. After peeling herself up again she looked up; Tracer had moved so that one foot was on either side of her and her crotch was right above her. Tracer’s hands were on her hips as she peered at the bug beneath her. Phara could hear and feel her breath, warm and stale as it gushed down the cliffside of her body and wafted all around her like a column of air. Cupping her mouth, she shouted again.

“SOMEONE POISONED MY TEA! STOP MESSING AROUND AND GET ME TO MERCY SO SHE CAN FIX THIS!”

“Oh right … I should probably do that. You’re so tiny … wouldn’t want anyone to step on you and squish you flat, right?” she said with a slightly softer voice, soft enough so it didn’t leave her reeling. “It would be so easy … wouldn’t it? You’re an ant, and…”

Tracer took her hand off her hip and held it, index finger and thumb poised side by side, as if she was holding an invisible grape. Phara’s eyes tracked to it, before she gasped as Tracer pressed them together.

“…squish. Just like that … an annoying little rival … gone forever…”

“NO … NO! PLEASE … NO!”

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Phara started running. She didn’t know where, just anywhere away from her, away from the giantess Tracer. Her feet slapped into the hot tiles as she sprinted away as fast as she could; too afraid to look behind her. A channel of grout came up ahead of her so she leapt over it with athleticism and grace. Nothing would stop her, nothing…

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And then Tracer took one step. Her right foot slammed down behind her, letting forth an earthquake that made her stumble and lose her step. She kept going. But then … a shadow fell over her. Screaming, she looked up … and saw her. Tracer, her foot poised above her like a guillotine. It was so big, she had to turn her head to take in all of it. A white sky indented with tiny little crevasses in its tread. Faint specks of dirt clung to it, while tiny pieces of dust shook free and slammed down around her like a miniature cave-in. A faint whiff of foot odour snaked into Phara’s nostrils; she was too afraid to care. She kept running.

And then the sky fell.

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It was too fast to see. Without even a shred of effort Tracer brought her left foot down. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as it careened down towards her. Phara screamed and held her hands up … and then it came down. The slightly soft rubber slammed into her like a truck to the face and everything went foggy. It was so massive it was difficult to make sense of exactly what she felt. As it came down upon her a massive, roaring pound rattled her very skull and bones, and she felt like she was liquified by the force. Everything hurt and stung while her head swam.

When she opened her eyes and stopped screaming … she saw darkness. Pitch black darkness. But she was alive. Somehow. She was pressed against the tile by a firm rubber weight on her back, she tried to get up but found the obstruction immoveable. The faint scent from before strangled the air and she let choked out another sob. Feeling with her hands she found herself in a tiny little nook.

Tracer had stepped on her, but instead of being crushed flat, she was saved by a one of the grooves in the tread of her shoe. She was alive. Before, she saw the giant at a distance, but now she was up close. She could hear the very blood in her veins rushing through her foot like rapids. And the heartbeat, a distant, booming drum in perfect rhythm that thundered away like a giant’s hammer. It was a slow, calm, methodical beat; Tracer didn’t need to exert herself to almost crush a tiny little rival. It was just like her breath, a calm, gentle sound of wind rushing through her windpipes like a cyclone through a forest. In an out, in and out, perfectly repeating in its gentle, yet pounding rhythm.

After a few seconds adjusting to her new world Phara finally caught her breath. Slowly she began to crawl forwards…

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Tracer started to grind her foot from side to side. What sounded like an avalanche ripped through Phara’s body as the world trapping her twisted back and forth in, pressing down on her harder as she tried to crush her to dust like a bug. The walls buffeted and rolled her from side to side like a ragdoll in a washing machine. The roar of her sole dragging across the white tile ripped through her body. Gritting her teeth, Phara just screamed as she begged for it to end.

Eventually, after what felt like eons (but was just a few seconds to Tracer), she lifted her foot up. Light stung Phara’s eyes as the foot pulled away and let her see Tracer’s sneering face again. She tried to pick herself up but couldn’t, her strong, muscular body was worn down, she couldn’t bring herself to move anymore. She was left helpless on her back, staring up at the giant looming over her. Her ears still rung with the grinding and she swore she could still hear it echo in her ears.

But then … she felt everything start to peel away from her again. The tile dragged across her back as she compressed inwards.

The terror had caused the poison to spread; she was shrinking even more.

Phara screamed as she clawed at the ground, in a desperate attempt to stop it while Tracer just chuckled. A low, booming chuckle that shook through her body and left her reeling. Smaller and smaller she got, every second her body shrinking further and further away. How long was this going to go, she wondered, was she going to shrink away into nothingness? She was terrified. After the sudden moment of nausea, the shrinking seemed to stop, leaving her just a tad under one centimetre tall. She was miniscule, microscopic, at terrified out of her wits.

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Far, far, far, far above, Tracer scoffed at the tiny human before her. She expected a red smear, not her rival stubbornly clinging to her worthless life. Phara could see the disdain in her eyes beneath the massive orange visors hiding them from view. She’d never been more afraid in her life. Her chest heaved while her heart pounded.

But then … she saw something far worse.

Tracer pulled her foot up, the ceiling peeling away in the blink of an eye. Working her thumb underneath, it, she pulled her shoe off and threw it away. Phara’s eyes tracked it as the shoe as big as a building sailed through the air impossibly fast before landing in her bikini with a faint rumble. She then slammed her shoeless right foot back down next to her, before taking the shoe off her left foot. She wiggled it in the free air, flexing her toes and shaking it from side to side.

Faint beads of sweat, each several times bigger than Phara, grew on Tracer’s foot as she basked in the sun. With a shake they fell off and splashed around her like a thunderstorm. Each drop smacked into the ground with an incredible amount of force, splattering droplets of sweat like hail. Each droplet was as big as Phara’s fist, if not bigger. One slammed into her gut and left her gasping, wiping the salty liquid off her bruised underbelly.

Phara took the foot in, all of it, seeing the hills and valleys of her toeprint, each about as wide as her.  With a low dread, she realised that there was no hope of being spared in one of those gaps if she stepped on her…

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And then the foot came screaming down. Phara instinctively held up her hands as if it could ward off the wall of flesh bearing down upon her. With a bone rattling pound her foot slammed around her as she gently put her foot down. But she wasn’t crushed flat. Tracer’s big toe hovered just centimetres above her, ready to come crashing down. She glanced to her right to see the four other toes, pressed against the ground, looming up like apartment blocks.

“This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening!” Phara squealed as her throat constricted from the raw terror. No matter where she looked she saw Tracer’s massive foot, the flesh hemming her in, squeezing her tight with its mere presence. A foul odour began to choke the air, wafting off the toes that surrounded her.

Tracer meanwhile giggled as she lightly bobbed her big toe. For Phara it looked like it was swaying metres, each gentle movement downwards looking like it was going to crush her flat. Phara couldn’t take it anymore. Screaming, she welled up the little strength she had left and tried to move. But she couldn’t. The despair and fear tore through her and left her crying, whimpering and begging for Tracer not to do it. To spare her. To let her live.

But she was so weak, so worthless, she could do nothing, and she knew it.

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With shaking limbs she held her hands above her in a desperate plea to ward off her impending doom.

“Well .. now I’ve got you right where I want you, little bug~” Tracer thundered with a cruel wiggle of her big toe. Phara couldn’t take her eyes off it. It loomed above her like a guillotine. Just one little wiggle, just one faint press … and she’d be gone forever. She’d be a red smear, nothing more.

“Oh for so long … I hated you. I hated your stupid little jetpack. I hated your stupid little rockets. I hated your stupid little smugness~”

“TRACER, NO, PLEASE!”

“And now, here we are. Me, the shining, brilliant giantess, while you, the tiny, insignificant little bug, rest beneath my toe. Just one little tap … and you’ll be nothing more than a stain on the tiles. Just a stain. How does that make you feel luv? Weak? Powerless? Pathetic?”

“NO … NO … NO! NO!” she wailed.

“But you know what? I can forgive you. I just want to hear you apologise. Just two little words: I’m sorry. Do you think you can do that?”

“TRACER … I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! JUST DON’T CRUSH ME, PLEASE! PLEASE!!!”

Silence. Deafening silence spare Phara’s racing breath and the ministrations of Tracer’s colossal body. Phara didn’t hear her heartbeat, but Tracer’s, feeling every pound quiver through her body.

BADUM … BADUM … BADUM …

There was no wait longer, no pause more unbearable than Phara waiting for Tracer’s next word.

“Sigh … I guess you were just too headstrong. Goodbye~“

Tracer didn’t hear her. Phara had no hope of being heard at all.
And now she was going to die.

“NO!” she screamed in complete and utter terror.

And then the toe came down. Phara had just a moment to scream … before she was crushed into a thin, red paste.
She was gone.

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Tracer cooed as she gently pressed her big toe into the ground. To her, the action that wiped out Phara’s life was nothing more than a quick movement. It was effortless. As she pressed her toe down she felt the faintest lump beneath it, an ever so tiny speck that pressed against the soft, plush under-skin of her toe. Slowly, she pressed her entire weight onto the ball of her big toe and began to grind it from side to side.

She felt nothing. Absolutely nothing as she pressed her down into nothingness. All she could feel was an ever so faint wetness, as if a drop of rain had fallen there last night.

Tracer giggled at the realisation. All her rival had amounted to in life was a puddle no bigger than a drop. It was intoxicating the power she held over her. She snickered as she ground her in deeper and harder for half a minute. Eventually, she pulled her foot away. Peering down, she could make out a faint red splotch against the ground. No definition, nothing solid, it was just a red smear.

As she wiggled her toe, she felt something stuck to it. It felt like a tiny fraction of gum. Standing on one foot, she then dragged her toe across the tile, scraping the last of the remains off. Over and over she spread Phara’s remains across the white tail until she felt nothing left. This smear was even harder to see, an ever so faint red line traced across the ground. The only reason she saw it was the white tile background.

Phara was gone. Gone forever. Nobody would ever discover what would happen to her. All that was left of her would be washed away with just one errant splash from the pool. And that would be it. She would be gone forever. Nobody would know; except for Tracer of course.

With one final, hearty chuckle, Tracer slipped her shoes back on. She went to go leave but stopped and grabbed the glass of tea first. She had to go back to base and reverse engineer the shrinking compound; she had so many more rivals to use it on. She cackled as dreams flashed before her eyes. She could almost picture it now.

Mercy would be wedged between her asscrack, stewing in sweat as Tracer grinded her ass against the soft couch. Feeling every struggle, relishing in every scream, she’d grind her down further and further, until with a drop of her rear, splatter her against her butt. Sombra would scream of course. But there wouldn’t be much she could do before Tracer would tip the glass back and gulp her down with the rest of her cocktail. She’d be able to trace the ever so tiny lump as it went down her throat before disappearing into her ribcage. Tracer smiled as she imagined what it must be like inside her sweltering stomach, coughing on the rancid air while frantically clinging to a piece of chewed up grape. And then D’Va. Oh, D’Va. The bane of Tracer’s existence. Her … Tracer would probably shrink her in her stupid mech, then stomp on them both flat. And then stomp on her again. And again. And again. Before reviving her with Mercy’s staff … to stomp on her again.

Tracer laughed. There were so many thoughts, so many dreams, so many wishes … but they could wait. They would come later. She didn’t know how long, but they would come. Tracer would have her revenge on everyone who ever wronged her. She would tower over them all like the goddess she knew she was.

One day. One day she’d get her revenge.

The End.


Epilogue:
Tracer laughed and shook the last of her idle daydreams as she stepped into the resort. When she opened her eyes though, everything seemed a lot … taller. The glass of tea felt heavier … her suit felt baggier…

Her eyes shot open.

The shrinking poison had seeped through her skin.

“Oh bollocks…” she grunted as she shrank down again.

The End.