"Timmy! Come 'ere!"

Sigh.

He'd just gotten home from school ten minutes ago, and was trying to relax with his new copy of Pokémon Scarlet. But, knowing better than to get on his mother's bad side, Timmy paused his game and rose from his seat.

"Coming."

Timmy walked out of his room, and down the stairs. He made it across the hallway and turned the corner. Standing there was his mother, and another woman he'd not seen before. She was very tall, couldn't have been far from six feet. She looked about the same age as Timmy's mom, which would place her in her late thirties or early forties. Her hair was blonde, straight and went down to her shoulders. She had on a black dress with red dots. A string was tied around the middle of the dress, which made the woman's already big bust look even more full. Her body was supported by two long, defined legs, and her feet were encased in a pair of large brown flats with a golden emblem on the toe area.

Timmy stood in silence. He didn't know what he expected when he came down here, but he certainly wasn't thinking he'd meet the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.

The lady waved at Timmy, and smiled, her straight white teeth beaming in all their glory.

"Hallo!"

Timmy's face turned red, finding it difficult to look up into her blue eyes.

Timmy's face turned red, finding it difficult to look up into her blue eyes.

"Timmy, say hello to Monika. She recently moved here from Germany, and she'll be serving as our new housekeeper."

"Hello ma'am..."

Said Timmy in a weak voice.

"Hallo Timmy! It is nice to meet you!"

Monika's voice was loud but friendly, with a charming foreign accent decorating her speech.

"Nice to meet you to, ma'am."

Timmy was shy, but he knew better than to show poor manners in front of his mother.

"Ah, little Timmy, there is no need to be so formal! Call me Monika."

The "little Timmy" part stung a bit. He'd always been insecure about his height of 5'6," and standing before this almost amazonian woman only made him feel smaller. But Timmy knew she was only trying to be nice, and brushed his thoughts aside.

"Yes ma'am. I mean M-Monika."

Timmy's face was now red as a tomato. Monika held a hand up to her mouth, stifling a giggle with her fingers.

"Great! Now shake Ms. Jaeger's hand, Timmy."

Ms. Jaeger? Didn't she just ask to be called by her first name? Whatever.

Monika extended a long and strong arm towards Timmy. The boy took a few awkward steps forward, before extending an arm of his own. Monika grabbed onto Timmy's hand, holding it tight. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight. Monika then literally shook Timmy's hand; that is, she flung his hand up and down, with Timmy doing nothing but feeling his arm being pulled up and pushed down by the big woman's grip. And it didn't even seem intentional, as if Monika was unaware of her own strength. He could also smell her perfume, which was nice, but strong.

Timmy tried to look into her eyes, but he was too shy. In a knee-jerk reaction, he cocked his head down. However, in doing so, he ended up staring directly into Monika's cleavage.

He jerked his head to the side out of shame and let go of Monika's hand, his face reddening further. He began trembling a bit. Monika found the situation hilarious, letting loose a hearty laugh that made little Timmy jump.

"What kinds of stuffs are you into, Little Timmy?"

Welp, it looked like the "Little Timmy" thing was going to stick, whether he liked it or not. Oh well, there are worse things to be called.

"Uh... well, I like Video Games... uh"

"Oh, that is cool! I used to play some of video games, back on the Nintendo."

This caught Timmy off guard. Of all the things he took Monika for, a gamer was not one of them.

"Oh, you mean like the old NES from the '80s?"

"Yes! I am surprised you know of that."

"Haha, yeah I like new games but I like retro games too."

"That is so cool, Little Timmy! It is nice to see a young man like yourself who has an appreciation for the classics."

Monika patted Timmy on the head, causing him to flinch a little.

"Ja, I used to play very much the Nintendo. You know, I was thinking of buying for myself one of those new ones. One of those, how do you call, 'Zveetches?'"

"You mean the Nintendo Switch?"

"Oh, Ja, that one! It seems like much of fun."

"I actually have one in my room. I like it a lot, if you have the money you definitely should pick one up."

"You have one?! That ist so awesome Little Timmy!"

For the first time since Timmy met Monika, he smiled. She seemed intimidating at first, but she was actually a friendly, cool person.

"You should show it to her, Timmy! Help her feel at home. I have some errands to run anyway."

"Uh, alright mom."

Timmy was admittedly still a shy boy, and was kind of nervous about being left alone with such an intense person, but at least she seemed nice.

"Hey, Monika, I'll show you the way to my room."

"Ok~!"

Timmy began walking back to his room, Monika following behind, just a bit too close to be comfortable. Timmy could feel how much weightier each of her steps was compared to his, and her long legs allowed her to traverse more ground per step, making it hard for Timmy to stay ahead.

Timmy and Monika stopped at a door on the upper floor.

"This one's mine."

Timmy opened the door and walked in, Monika following.

"Wow, your room ist so cool!"

"Haha, thanks."

Timmy was afraid Monika would judge his room, since it was, if we're speaking honestly, nerdy as hell; mostly due to the tapestry of game and anime merchandise.

"Who ist this?"

Monika pointed to a figurine standing on Timmy's desk. It was a Hatsune Miku bikini figure.

"Uh, that's Hatsune Miku."

"I do not know of her. Is she of a film?"

"Uh, no, not exactly. She's kind of like a virtual pop star, people program her to sing and perform songs."

"Oh, neat!"

Monika picked up the figurine in one hand, like a giant from a Hollywood movie. Timmy didn't like having his expensive figurine perturbed like this, but he figured it was worth ignoring to maintain the atmosphere.

Plus, there was something stirring about seeing Monika hold Miku in her hand. As if she was a giant, or Miku a little person. As if Miku was completely at the mercy of this beautiful amazon, with no say in what her fate would be. Like Monika was the most powerful being in the universe. Timmy thought of what it would be like if he was the littl-

"Hmm... I see she is a very pretty girl."

Timmy was snapped out of his little fantasy by Monika's voice. She was now holding Miku in front of her face, inspecting the figurine, particularly around the breast area. She squinted her eyes at Timmy, smiling mischievously.

As far as anime figures go, this one was rather tame. But from the outside looking in, it might look a little racy.

"I-it's really not anything weird I promise! It's just a well designed figure of a character I like, sort of like an art-"

Monika's laughter interrupted Timmy's rebuttal.

"Haha, Little Timmy, I am only teasing you. It ist cute seeing you get flustered. It is normal for boys in your age to like looking at pretty girls."

Monika put Miku back, and walked over to the TV, which was hung low on the wall.

"Oh, ist this that 'Zveech' you were talking of?"

"Yeah."

Correcting her wasn't worth the effort.

"We should play! Where ist your seats?"

"Uh, I usually just sit on the floor."

Timmy grabbed two controllers, walked in front of the TV and sat down Indian style on the floor. Monika did the same, sitting right next to Timmy. She sat uncomfortably close to the boy, so close he could smell her perfume and feel her body heat. Moving would be rude, so Timmy only nervously swallowed and handed her a controller. It was almost comical how small it looked in Monika's hands.

"So Little Timmy, vhat ist a good game we can play together?"

"Well, Mario Kart is pretty fun."

"Oh, ja, i have heard of that. It looks fun."

Timmy saved his progress on Pokémon Scarlet and navigated the menus until he found the game he was looking for. He made sure to set everything up correctly, making sure the game, controllers, settings were all configured to his liking. Timmy gave Monika a brief overview of the controls, then the two selected their characters and began the race.

For a first timer, Monika wasn't bad, though she lacked the experience to really compete with Timmy.

"Ah, this ist so fun!"

The two raced again, then again. By the third race, Monika had improved remarkably. Even Timmy was taken aback by how well she was doing, and if it wasn't for a well timed power up, Timmy's new housekeeper might have bested him.

"Scheiße!"

Timmy was certainly no German speaker, but even he could feel her frustration.

"We are going to have one more game, little Timmy, one more game!"

"Haha, okay."

"This is the round where you will be groveling for mercy at my feet."

Timmy cocked his eyebrow at Monika's strangely threatening quip.

Must be a cultural difference?

The round began, Timmy all too confident that he'd walk away from this undefeated. But, as things tend to go, Timmy was hit by factors he forgot to account for.

Monika focused hard on this match. She focused so hard, in fact, that she ended up kicking her flats off, seemingly unconsciously. Timmy saw Monika's brown shoe slip off her foot from the corner of his eye. He immediately darted his eyes from the game to her foot.

Perhaps the best word to describe Monika's feet would be powerful. Something about the size and shape of Monika's peds made one feel immediately smaller just by being in their presence. Even Michelangelo couldn't have sculpted a more aesthetically pleasing shape. Her toes were long, with nails painted in a reddish burgundy color.

Only one word came to Timmy's mind looking at Monika's foot: "goddess." These feet were the feet of a goddess. They deserved to be worshiped, they were of a superior being to himself, they w-

"Oh, looks like Little Timmy ist not doing so well!"

Timmy snapped his attention back to the game. He was floundering in fifth place, making a lot of stupid mistakes.

Didn't matter. 

He looked back at Monika's foot. Being as focused as she was on the game, she was absentmindedly wriggling her toes and scrunching her soles. Timmy was entranced. He could have sworn he smelt a faintly vinegary smell, but wasn't sure if this was his imagination or not. He positioned the controller over his pants to hide the tent.

In the middle of Timmy's reverie, Monika jumped up and hollered.

"Yes! I did it! You are the loser Little Timmy!"

Monika had finished the race in first place. Timmy in last. She was now standing triumphantly, looking down on the boy.

As if she didn't make him feel small already.

"O-oh crap! I guess I'll have to try better next time! hahah..."

"That was so much fun Little Timmy! I vill be right back, I have to use the bathroom."

Monika left the room. Timmy looked over to his side where she sat, and there he saw them.

Monika's flats.

Timmy looked at his door to make sure it was shut completely. He then reached over and picked up one of Monika's brown flats. He held it, feeling the texture of the shoe. The outside, the sole, the insole. He ran his fingers across the insole, which had visible and tactile depressions in the shape of Monika's feet and toes. God they were so big.

Timmy held the shoe up to his nose and took a big wiff. This immediately confirmed that the vinegar smell from earlier was not a figment of his immagination, but was very much real. She must have been wearing these babies for a long time. Timmy couldn't help but shiver and moan as the thick, pungent smell assaulted his nose.

He began to lick the inside of the shoe, running his tongue over the aforementioned depressions. He especially loved licking the toe area, where the smell was the strongest.

Timmy's play was interrupted as the door swung open with no warning. There stood Monika, mouth agape at what she was seeing.

The two stared at one another wordlessly for several seconds. Timmy could feel his stomach sinking. In that moment, he wanted the earth to swallow him up, never to return.

Monika's shocked face soon turned to a teasing, sarcastic smile.

"Well well! What ist this here?"