Queen Chrysalis wasn't planning on becoming addicted to worshipping what was originally a normal-sized and cute pair of dragon soles from the young adult dragoness in her capture.

But the moment she tickled and teased them the love that came forth from its victim was devine. Every gasp, squeal and moan from Smolder drove the queen deeper into loving her newest prize.

The hive itself fell in love with the soles as well, making them bigger, softer, more sensitive day by day.

Smolder was doomed to a pleasurable haze of forced foot worship and teasing and the Queen had an addictive toy she simply couldn't pull herself away from.