The Tyrant Thor's New Doormat
Disclaimer: This is a TF story inspired by a series that was written by the amazing @inanimatetffantasies. I suggest you all to read all his Mighty Thor captions before reading this one!
Thor had just left his chambers to get ready for his weekly parade. He had these parades held to make sure that his human pets didn't forget to praise their God and Savior. You had been kneeling at your post in the Throneroom, waiting for your God to leave to start your most important task of the day.
You felt the ground shaking and bowed down as Thor passed you with his chamber slaves crawling behind him, ready to serve him at every whim. When he was out of sight, you came out your bowing position and started crawling to your starting point.
Your main task everyday was to clean the floors of the Throneroom. You were considered one of the more competent ones, being one of the only ones not to be replaced within a year from all the thousands of posts throughout the palace.
While crawling you first followed the massive sweaty footprints that Thor had left behind, the musky smell making your head light. You quickly lapped up every footprint, the guards chuckling at this display before starting your daily task.
5 hours later, you finally were done. The ground started shaking more intensely by the second, which was the sign that your God almost arrived at the Palace. You knelt down at the Throneroom-door and bowed down again as the 2 guards opened the door.
Thor walked in with his heavy boots, he walked past you and you immediately went to work again. Thor always came in with his boots dirty, which meant that the floors that you had just cleaned would be stained again. That's why you crawled behind him hastily cleaning the dirty footprints he left behind before he would sit on his throne.
Thor sat on his throne and inspected his throneroom. Your heart beat out your chest, waiting for his judgement. Then he finally nodded to his guards, which meant that the floors were properly cleaned. He never acknowledged you, hell; you only dared to look at him when he gave his approval or disapproval.
After a few seconds of enjoying farting into the rebels-turned fart cushion, Thor snapped his fingers and 2 slaves appeared. "Your God is tired from the long day He has had. Clean my boots from the filth slaves." They immediately went to work.
You were still bowing down but couldn't help but take quick glances at the slaves lapping at his Mighty boots. You were jealous, those slaves were so lucky to be so close to their God. After what seemed like the 100th glance, you suddenly were met with deep blue eyes. You immediately looked away as your face went crimson red.
You heard the loud finger-snapping from Thor again and yelped as you felt yourself being lifted up. You looked at the smirking guards in panic before looking down at the floor. You had fucked up. You now were kneeling in front of Thor'a throne. You immediately bowed down again, hoping for your God's mercy.
Then a chuckle was heard that shook the whole palace. "Little pet of Mine, you have not displeased your God, so do not worry. I can feel your whole little fragile body shaking from fear. It has come to my attention that you have taken a liking to my Mighty boots?" You sat up and nodded obediently, still avoiding eye-contact. You immediately thought about the possibility of him turning you into his boots. That would be a dream, but then you remembered that he already rewarded slave#7293 (slave Cory) with this gift.
A chuckle was heard again. The ground started shaking as you looked at your God's legs moving up from his throne. He was walking towards you. You immediately bowed down as you felt the Godly presence of Thor before you. You could see his boots inches from your head.
You heard a snap from his fingers and you suddenly were met with the ceiling of the Throneroom. You had been turned onto your back. Then your God appeared in your vision as his blue eyes pierced into you. You asserted your gaze even though it was almost impossible.
What happened next isn't what you would have ever imagined. An unbearable weight suddenly was felt on your stomach. You looked down to see Thor's boots on your body; he was standing on you. You now couldn't help but look up as Thor looked back with a grin. "It has come to my attention that my little pet has been disappointed about not being turned into my Mighty Boots." He grinned and you became even redder, he had read your mind. "Unfortunately, that blessing has already been given, but you, my little slave, have been loyal to your Allmighty God, so I shall reward you."
He took another step on your chest, your grunting increasing. This made him chuckle again. "It is quite amusing how you are struggling with this weight when I have reduced my Godly weight to make sure you weren't going to explode. But also, it seems like you enjoy being trampled on, don't you slave?"
You didn't know what your God was talking about, but then you realized; you were hard as a rock. You had been so busy trying to remain still with the unbearable weight on your body that you didn't realize how arousing you found this. "Instead of you cleaning the dirt, I will give you the privilege of your God quickly cleaning his boots on you."
Before you could even process what he said, you suddenly looked down and.... his boots were going into you? No... your stomach was flattening... no... your whole body was flattening. You panicked as you felt yourself becoming shorter.... were you shrinking? No.... you felt yourself becoming wider as well. Suddenly you didn't feel your legs or arms anymore and the weight of Thor's heavy boots on your chest was disappearing too. You suddenly realized that your face was the only thing that was left, but your face wasn't going to be untouched.
You felt your tongue being forced outside your mouth. Your eyes widened as you felt it widening... ALOT! It was like your tongue was rolled like dough to the point that it covered your whole face but your eyes. Your tongue also turned into a.... brown colour? Realization hit: you were going to become a doormat for your God.
The transformation stopped. Thor looked down at his new doormat before stepping on it. You felt dirt collecting on your tongue as he took his first wipe, the weight being unbearable as you your tongue smushed against the rest of your face. You were estactic though. You were now closer than ever to your God.
"You will make a fine doormat for your God. If I feel satisfied enough about the cleaning of my boots after wiping them on you, I will regularly rewards you with some wipes of my sweaty dirty barefeet after walks in my royal garden. Now collect the rest of this dirt to thank me." He laughed wiping his Godly boots some more times until he was satisfied, teleporting you to the Palace door exclusive to the Almighty Tyrant Thor. You were going to serve him until he didn't find anymore use of you.
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