Too much of Stelan Media portrays the Earth Male as your servant, in truth he is your lieutenant, he follows the captain when she gives orders, but only if he shares her end goals.

-Finding Your Inner Goddes: A Guide to Romancing Earth Males

Helia and Trista giggled as they leaned over Steven’s bed, “Rise and shine Steven!”

“Mmm…” he groaned, blinking up at the pair of towering Stelan nurses as he felt his blanket slowly being pulled off of him.

“Judging by this, your cardiovascular system is healthy,” Helia teased, gently running a finger up the shaft and to the tip of his morning wood. “Do we need another sperm sample nurse Trista?”

“No,” Trista chuckled, “but why not collect one anyways? We can never have too many!”

Before Steven could blink the sleep out of his eyes Helia was already slipping her shoe off, wiggling her toes playfully as she lifted her foot up on the bed. Steven grunted as Helia’s pantyhose clad foot slid up his body, the silky material causing a shiver of pleasure to shoot up his spine as her toes crept up his torso, resting just below his chin.

“I’m going to miss you Steven,” Trista sighed, kneeling down close to him, “you have the cutest little expressions when you’re in your proper place, below a woman’s feet.”

“Y-You probably say that to all the men who come in here!” he hissed, feeling his back arch as Helia’s foot slid down his body again, stimulating him with each minor motion of her sole.

“We do,” Helia admitted, “because it’s true every single time!”

“Goddess, I love the way humans look when they’re freshly bonded,” Trista muttered, running her fingers down Steven’s arms as he gripped Helia’s toe, unsure if he wanted to push it off of him or pull it closer.

“Those new muscles are always to die for,” Helia agreed, grinning as she shoved her foot from side to side, shoving Steven’s arms away easily. “Steven, why do human males always try to bulk up so much after bonding? Even Doctor Ames tried to get bigger after his bonding, it took a good year for his wife to finally convince him we liked him the way he was!”

“H-Human men like to be strong!” Steven muttered through gritted teeth. He seized the nylon fabric, gripping it as hard as he could. With a grin he pressed upwards, summoning the new strength he’d received post-bonding and slowly forcing Helia’s foot upward.

“Cute!” Trista squealed, watching the scene.

Helia just chuckled, slowly increasing the pressure as she tried to press her foot down on him. Steven resisted, his arms burning with exertion as he tried to keep the sole the size of his torso from coming down on him.

I’m so much stronger now, he thought excitedly, maybe I can do this!

It was truly a rush to feel the power that came with the bond with Allura, and as soon as his strength had started to return he’d eagerly started using the clinic’s small fitness center, bench pressing several times his body weight as a mere warmup. He’d felt almost like a superhero, but now, with Helia playfully stepping on him, he was reminded of just how extreme the difference between even a superhuman and a Stelan woman was.

With a grunt his strength failed him, and he wheezed as Helia’s foot slammed him back into his mattress, sliding up and down his body as it resumed its casual stimulation of his manhood.

“It was a good try Steven,” Trista said in a cooing voice.

“T-Thanks,” he managed, letting himself go limp as Helia had her way with him. A moment later he tensed up, and Helia lifted her foot free, making way for Trista to bring a glass sample jar down to collect his seed. Her hand gripped his manhood, helping to finish him off as he groaned in pleasure.

“Perfect,” Trista giggled, pumping away as the defeated human relaxed, spent. When she was sure he was done, she screwed the lid back on, chuckling as she walked over to a small cart resting near the suite’s door.

“What exactly do you gain from those samples that you don’t get from all of those readings?” Steven panted, gesturing at the monitors covering the wall, displaying his vital signs and a dozen other points of data he didn’t understand.

“At this stage?” Helia laughed, “not a lot, it’s just… fun, to collect them.” She stopped, glancing up at his vitals, “Your bonding has gone relatively smoothly, our own males usually don’t need this much handholding, but I suppose that’s just due to the genetic distance between our races.”

“How much longer do I need to stay here?” he asked, sitting up in the bed.

“Another week at most,” Trista said, eyeing the monitors, “you don’t have any of the usual allergies to Stelan flora or fauna, and you’ve taken well to all of the inoculations.”

He lay back against the bed, glancing at a glass of water on the nightstand. His golden eyes stared back in his reflection, the most obvious sign of the advancing mental bond between him and Allura.

Are you coming by after work? He wondered, letting the thought drift. He smiled as he realized she was, while direct thought communication was rare, and often fleeting, he and Allura could send one another vague intentions, occasionally he found his thoughts honing in on a question related to an office matter, and it was easy enough for him to send back a response, and even if it wouldn’t come in the form of a sentence, he knew Allura would receive it.

…

Allura smirked, searching through the files on Steven’s computer, feeling as though she was guided by his own hand as her oversized hand worked his mouse across the desk. Pleased that she had the materials she needed for the upcoming presentation, she quickly composed an email to her own desktop, sending them out. She’d have liked to simply retrieve them via the workplace’s network, but having Steven send his password via thought was still to hard, having him guide her to the file location wordlessly was an easier thing to do.

Maybe we’ll be able to have full conversations via thought someday, she giggled to herself, thinking of some of the more famous Human-Stelan couples she’d seen in the media.

“Allura,” Sula said, leaning into the office, “I wanted to talk a minute, if you have time?”

“I do!” Allura said, standing upright and smiling as the head of Earth operations walked in. “With Caridia over at Voidsearcher so often, and Steven at the clinic, I have the office almost to myself.”

“Maybe we should move their desks out, and have it remodeled as a single workspace?” Sula chuckled, “it wouldn’t be as big as mine of course, but you could fit some nice things in here.”

“Steven’s coming back,” Allura said too quickly.

“Yes,” Sula mused, “I suppose he is… so many males don’t after bonding, but I think he will, and not just because you work here too.”

“He’s very… independent,” Allura agreed, “even now, as we grow closer.”

“About that,” Sula said slowly, “I’ve been talking with the executives, and they want to transfer you to a homeworld office, your work with the human suppliers has been phenomenal, bringing Earth to the point where it can produce military drones in a matter of months is…” She chuckled, “As you know, we’re very ahead of the curve right now, as far as corporate is concerned, you’ve got the golden touch.”

“It would have never happened without Steven,” Allura insisted, “I don’t think a lot of the human corporations would have taken us seriously without him.”

“I voiced similar sentiments,” Sula said with a shrug, “but you know how they are on the homeworld, they don’t think much of males.” She paused a moment, “The salary they’re offering you is… considerable, much more than anyone on Earth is likely to make. You could climb very high there.”

Allura almost felt faint, “I-I’ll have to think about it, of course,” she stammered.

“Discuss it with Steven,” Sula said, her tone flat, “Let me know if you want to pursue it.”

Allura nodded, watching Sula go as she pondered the information.

The homeworld… Steven and I could have so much there! She giggled, imagining a penthouse apartment in the highest towers of the capital city. We’d sit on a veranda the size of my apartment here and watch the freight ships zip into hyperspace…

With a spring in her step, she made her way to the elevator. For the first few days it had been odd to leave work at the end of the day without Steven, but he was in her thoughts as she pressed the “down” button, fighting the urge to smile at the familiar ding as the doors closed.

…

Steven took a deep breath, feeling his newly enervated muscles tense as he prepared for a routine that would have been impossible for him a few weeks ago. With a sprint that would have given an Olympic athlete envy, he leapt at the bar, hanging fifteen feet above the foam mat. With a grunt he grabbed it, twirling over it with ease, doing several flips and then releasing. It was like he fell in slow motion, and he easily stuck a landing that would have broken his ankles before the bond.

“Visitor for Steven,” the intercom rang.

He smiled, turning towards the door. He didn’t bother grabbing one of the towels from the provided rack, he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Allura beamed as she saw him walk into the main lobby, and she strutted forward, her heels clacking confidently along the tiled floor as she closed the distance between them in seconds. With a squeal of delight she swept him up into her arms, twirling slightly as she hugged him close.

“You’re in a good mood,” he laughed.

“We’ll talk about it later,” she grinned, “You need me, don’t you?”

Steven fought the urge to lick his lips as he looked at her immense breasts, already imagining the bounty within. Allura had come to the clinic every few days, allowing him to suckle at her massive teats, taking in the potent mix of proteins that strengthened their bond and granted him the immense strength and agility he was now enjoying.

“Yeah, I do,” he admitted, relaxing in her arms and enjoying the warmth of her body as she carried him towards his personal suite.

“Have they taken good care of you?” Allura asked. “The clinic came highly recommended.”

“With good reason,” he grinned, “yeah, they took care of me.”

“I’ll add my own voice to the rest of those telling people to send their humans here,” she chuckled.

She walked into his suite, kicking the massive Stelan sized door shut behind her. With one arm she hefted Steven, clicking a series of commands on the keypad. A large “Do Not Disturb” hologram appeared in front of the door, shimmering in English, Stelan, and several other languages both terrestrial and extraterrestrial.

Steven watched excitedly as Allura slid out of her jacket, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, looking down at him with a smirk. The gold skin of her immense breasts was exposed as she pulled her shirt open, nudging the cup of her bra downward and exposing the erect nub of her nipple, standing at attention and waiting for him.

Steven leapt at it, causing Allura to laugh in surprise as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking eagerly and bringing the rich flavor of her milk into his mouth. Allura’s head tilted back as she moaned in pleasure, moving her hand up to cradle his head, keeping him in place. Her toes curled in excitement as she felt his tongue dart out, teasing across her breast as he drank deeply, filling his belly and driving her to the brink of orgasm.

“Yes, right there,” she moaned, falling backwards onto his bed, causing it to creak as she hugged him tight. Her legs crossed, and she squeezed her eyes shut as Steven’s motions drove her over the edge, and as he continued to drink down what she gave him, Steven couldn’t help but smile when he heard the low mewling groan echo through the room.

When his stomach was full he pulled himself away, flipping over and letting himself lay across her, his head cradled by the massive and pillow golden breasts as he caught his breath. Her arms snaked over him, and they lay there for a moment, basking in one another’s company.

“They say I’ve got about a week left,” Steven said, breaking the silence, “then I can go back to work.”

“Excellent!” Allura beamed, “the first drone is going to be produced soon, I want you there with me when it rolls off the line.”

“That’s when Starla’s going to make her move,” Steven muttered, “Whatever they’re going to do will come soon.”

“She’s going to be there,” Allura said, “do you think she plans to sabotage it?”

“No,” Steven mused, “I think that when it’s all said and done she’s going to want it to look like the drone project was a success, that way she’ll get rewarded by corporate and get to keep climbing the ladder…” He shook his head angrily, “I’ve been stuck here when I should have been investigating this more, it’s been frustrating.”

“It can’t be helped Steven,” Allura said, “we’re almost bonded now, some downtime for you was inevitable.”

“Yeah,” Steven sighed.

Allura hesitated, running her fingers through his hair as she tried to think of how to bring up her possible promotion. Steven could sense the discomfort through their bond, and he frowned.

“What is it?” he asked, “if there’s something else with the drone-“

“No,” Allura said quickly, “I…” she sighed, “I might be getting a homeworld position soon, and I want you to come with me.”

Steven tensed, “I don’t want to leave Earth,” he said firmly.

“Steven-“

“It’s my home Allura!” he protested.

“You’ll love the Homeworld,” Allura insisted, “if you think the cities we’ve built on Earth are impressive, you haven’t seen anything yet!”

“I’m sure they’re great,” Steven said tersely, “but they’re not earth.”

Allura went quiet, “I’m sorry Steven, but… I don’t think you have the option to stay if I decide to go.” She traced a finger down his body, resting it on his stomach, still filled with her milk. “You’ll need to drink from me now, you’ll go into a coma if you go too long without it…”

“Then stay,” Steven growled. “I don’t have any options on the Stelan homeworld, there aren’t a lot of jobs for human males there from what I hear.”

“You wouldn’t need one,” Allura insisted, “I’d take care of you!”

“I want to take care of myself though,” Steven said with a sigh, “I thought you understood that.”

Allura started to say something, then stopped. She frowned, staring at the ceiling.

“We’ll talk about it,” she said finally.

“I’m sure,” Steven muttered.

Allura winced as she felt his thoughts walling off from hers, “Steven-“

“I just need to think,” he said, his face expressionless.

…

As the days went by Steven found himself thinking more and more on Allura’s desire to leave earth, and what that meant for him. He’d kept his thoughts silent to her, ignoring her inquiries as he tried to decide what he wanted to do.

“Okay,” Dr. Ames smiled, looking up at the vitals monitors, “I think I’m going to clear you to go home, should I contact Allura to come pick you up tomorrow?”

“I think I’ll leave tonight,” Steven said suddenly.

Dr. Ames frowned, “I… I suppose you could, but it’s pretty late-“

“Doctor Ames,” Steven said, cutting him off, “You said I’m not totally done bonding with Allura yet, correct?”

“Correct,” Dr. Ames said slowly, “but… it’s going to end very soon Steven, being near her for a few more days should finalize the changes-“

“But if I had to stay away from her now, it wouldn’t kill me?” he questioned, “I wouldn’t pass out without her milk yet?”

Dr. Ames’ eyes narrowed, “Steven, I don’t know what you’re-“

“I just need an answer doc,” Steven sighed.

“You’ll feel lethargic, and you’ll probably experience some other negative symptoms, but you won’t lose consciousness,” Dr. Ames sighed, “I don’t recommend this Steven, you want to keep your bond progressing until it’s done.”

“Sure,” Steven said, sliding off the bed. “Do you have any of my street clothes here?”

…

Steven walked through the streets of the city, his hands in his pockets as he observed the Stelans walking by, and his fellow humans. The few lone humans looked away when they saw his golden eyes, and some of the Stelans looked down at him with a smile, otherwise letting him by.

I guess I’m one of them now, kind of, he thought, glancing at his reflection in a nearby window.

He glanced up, watching the starships streak across the sky as they entered orbit, at least a few of them were heading to the Stelan homeworld.

Without thinking Steven found himself walking by one of the towering buildings that served as a space shuttle dock, pausing at the automated ticket counter that was down at human height. He tapped the screen, pulling up ticket prices, scrolling down to the prices for flights out to the Human-Only zones, places Allura wouldn’t be able to follow.

Cheap, he mused, I could be back in my hometown in a few hours…

“Steven,” Charlie called, waving to him with a grin as he walked down the street.

That’s the last fucking thing I need right now, he sighed, turning to the spy as he approached.

“What?” he asked venomously, wiping the grin off Charlie’s face.

“I heard you got out of the bonding clinic,” Charlie chuckled, “I wanted to welcome you to the club.”

“You were having me watched while I was in there, weren’t you?” Steven asked.

Charlie shrugged, “Drayla and I slipped your nurses some money to let us know when you left. I wanted to let you know about some intelligence we intercepted from the Old Kingdom.”

Steven sighed, “I don’t know if I want to be involved in that anymore,” Steven said, “I’m thinking of leaving.”

Charlie frowned, “Why? You’re almost done bonding Allura, aren’t you?”

“That’s the problem,” he muttered.

Charlie glanced at him, chewing his lip a moment, “Steven, I don’t know if we’re close enough to talk about this sort of thing, but how about telling me why? Maybe I can help?”

Steven thought over the offer. Charlie’s a two-faced bastard, I don’t trust him worth a damn, then again, he’s bonded a Stelan himself…

 “Allura wants to leave Earth,” Steven said, turning to face him, “she wants to take a job on the Stelan homeworld.”

“Uh huh,” Charlie nodded, “and you don’t want to go?”

“I don’t,” Steven nodded. “I don’t want to force her to stay here, either, if that’s what she wants, she should go have it.”

“Hmm…” Charlie looked up at the sky a moment, watching the ships streak across the sky just as Steven had a few moments before. “What’s on Earth?” he asked finally.

“What do you mean, what’s on Earth?” Steven asked angrily, “Everything’s on Earth!”

“Everything like… what?” Charlie asked quietly, “Steven, you’re a loner, like me, you wouldn’t have ended up in the agency in the first place if you weren’t. You’re not all that close with family, I’m pretty sure I’m one of your best friends, which is just crazy if you think about it… Now you’ve got someone who cares about you, who you care about, and you’re not sure how to handle it. I’ve been there.”

“I’m worried that Allura and I want different things though,” Steven said.

“If you’re bonded, or almost there anyway, it means you both wanted each other more than anything else,” Charlie said with a smirk, “and neither of you is really going to be happy without the other at this point.”

“So what do I do then?” Steven growled, “just suck it up and follow her around the galaxy? Just roll over and do what she wants the rest of my life?”

“I don’t know Steven,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes, “This is really the kind of thing you should talk with her about, maybe try some of that communication and compromise stuff all the relationship books talk about?” He crossed his arms, “Now if it’s cool with you, I’m about at my limit for guy-to-guy emotions and shit.”

Steven couldn’t help but laugh, “Fair enough, thanks… seriously.”

“Don’t mention it,” Charlie said, “seriously, don’t.”

“You said you had something work related to tell me?” Steven asked, glancing around at the handful of passerby.

“That’s the Steven I know,” Charlie said with a grin, “Drayla’s got us a private booth at a little restaurant down the way, let’s go.”

…

Allura paced her apartment, thinking about what to do about Steven. He was mentally walled off from her, as he had been for the past few days since she’d talked about leaving Earth.

Why does he want to stay here so badly? She thought, glancing out the window at the skyline. Earth is a wonderful place, but on the Homeworld we could reach our potential, I could be a vice president within a few years, and Steven could…

She frowned, trying to come up with something. Like many Stelans, she’d long fantasized about romancing an Earth male, bonding him, and eventually bringing him back with her. He’d accompany her as the piece of honor an expensive necklace, or displayed across a stylish anklet, and he’d be in her arms as she entertained her friends and hosted guests… It was just part of her life plan, a human mate was one of the steps towards her goals.

But Steven’s more than just a step, she realized.

While it was common to see humans working in Stelan corporate offices on Earth, the homeworld rarely saw male employees beyond secretarial work. Steven wanted more than that, she knew.

Is there a place for him there? She wondered. She’d never thought much about the status of males back home, but it suddenly mattered a great deal.

With a sigh she sat on her sofa, rubbing her temples as she tried to think.

…

“We know what they want,” Charlie said as the two humans joined Drayla at the Stelan café. As usual the pair of them were forced to sit in massive raised seats to be near level with the Stelan, who smiled politely at Steven.

“The Old Kingdom?” Steven asked.

“Who else?” Charlie chuckled, “one of our spies on the inside said that they’ve been promised a completed prototype of the drone.”

“A complete prototype!?” Steven balked, “They’re planning on stealing one?”

Charlie shrugged, “I suppose that’s the plan, but there are a million ways to pull it off, and if they’ve got an insider… I’m counting on you to head it off.”

“The launch ceremony will be coming up,” Steven nodded, “I’ll keep an eye on things.”

“Good man,” Charlie smiled, “Drayla and I will be close by when it all happens too.”

“Good,” Steven muttered, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go speak with Allura.”

“Good luck,” Drayla said with a smile, reaching for Charlie and snuggling him close as a Stelan waitress brought serving tray to them.

…

Allura was startled as her doorbell rang, and her surprise was only compounded when she tapped the button to open her door, letting Steven walk in.

“I know it’s late, but I figured you’d be up,” he said with a smile.

“S-Steven!” she stammered, looking down at him, “I was going to come get you from the clinic tomorrow-“

“I decided to leave early,” He said, walking into the apartment. “I’ve been thinking about some things.”

“Yes,” Allura said hesitantly, “I have too… I think that-“

“I want to go wherever you are,” Steven said, cutting her off.

She blinked, “I uh… thank you,” she muttered, “but I don’t know if I’m going, to the Homeworld I mean.”

“Isn’t the big career thing what you wanted though?” Steven asked with a frown.

“Maybe,” Allura said hesitantly, “I’m reevaluating some of my life plans.”

Steven chuckled, “maybe we should talk about this tomorrow, when we’re both feeling more rested.”

“Yes,” Allura said eagerly, “I think we should.”

“Great,” Steven sighed, and the sense of his relief flooded through Allura’s own mind as his mental walls came down, re-establishing the contact that Allura had grown to long for over the days of its absence. “Should we go to bed?”

Allura thought a moment, then slowly grinned, walking by him with a sensual sway of her hips. She fought a giggle as she felt his arousal through the bond, knowing she’d accomplished her goal as she plopped herself on the couch.

“I’ve been missing my normal after work foot massage,” she said in a husky tone. She kicked her slippers off, flexing her toes as Steven stumbled towards them, almost hypnotized. “I want you to really get in there,” she said, lifting up her ring and adjusting the size setting.

Steven felt the familiar flash pass over his body, and a moment later Allura’s foot towered over him, her big toe playfully stretching down to pat him on the head. Her feet had a warm, almost vanilla, scent from lotion she’d no doubt applied before he’d arrived, and he breathed it in deeply as he stretched his arms out, squeezing the wrinkled sole and beginning a rough massage across the bottom of a foot that was bigger than he was.

“Oh that’s good,” Allura sighed, “there is nothing better at the end of the day than your very own human rubbing your sore feet.” She giggled, squeezing his head with her toes for a moment. “Give them a kiss!” she ordered.

Steven obliged, leaning up as much as he could, planting a kiss on the bottom of her toe while she laughed overhead. He slowly went down her foot, planting his lips on each of her toes in turn, letting her savor the feeling of worship. Finally, when he’d moved between her feet and given each of her toes the proper respect, he looked up at her with a smile.

“This is marvelous,” she chuckled, “you know? I could really use something to drink…”

She nudged him away as she stood up, towering over him like the goddess she was. Steven moved out of her way, but her foot moved to stop him, gently pushing him towards her slipper. He grunted as her toes pressed against his back, driving him into the fuzzy cavern, sliding over him a moment later and trapping him against the fluffy interior of the loungewear.

Her slippers had a musty vinegary odor, the faux-fur lining meant to keep Allura’s feet warm had done its job, and the humid interior had a slightly damp feel to it as he inhaled the familiar scent of Allura’s sweat.

Steven grunted as she took her first step, pressing his body hard against the soft floor of the slipper, driving the air from his lungs and rubbing his face into the damp floor. He tried to press back against her foot, but it was impossible, her entire weight was coming down on him with each step, dragging him across the soft interior of the fuzzy slipper.

Allura didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to notice, his struggle, humming happily to herself as she walked over to her kitchen. Steven squirmed beneath her feet, feeling the soft interior of the fuzzy slipper against his limbs while Allura causally poured herself a glass of water, drinking it slowly, and then turning to return to the couch.

“You know, I think I’ll stay up a little later,” she giggled, “suddenly these slippers just feel so darn comfy!”

Steven felt her sole press against him even harder, causing him to grunt as she deliberately pressed the slipper hard into the floor, really letting her full body weight rest on his back for a moment before lifting it again.

In an odd way it was comfortable, the soft interior of the slippers cushioned him from any real pain, and the warmth from her body heat gave his prison a warm and humid, but far from unpleasant feel. After everything that had happened over the course of the day, Steven was tired, and he quickly found himself drifting off to sleep as Allura playfully poked and prodded his tiny form across the plush insides. Her toes cradled him, finally pushing him down into the toe of the slipper, where the fuzzy lining would surround him and keep him warm and comfortable for the entire night. He drifted off in that position, a smile on his face.

Allura could sense his consciousness fading, and she chuckled to herself as he finally fell asleep, nestled snugly in her slipper.

“Sweet dreams,” she said in a low voice, squeezing his body with her toes one final time before letting him rest.

I’m going to leave him in there all night, she decided, a pair of fuzzy slippers is just the best little resting place for him… She grinned, knowing that the musty foot odor that had soaked into the slippers would no doubt be with him all night, and a part of her hoped it would be in his dreams too.

She stretched backwards on the couch, fighting a yawn herself a she felt her own weariness begin to hit her. Part of her knew that she should just get up and go to bed, but the feeling of her tiny lover within her slipper was too enjoyable, and rather than shed the footwear, she found herself drifting off to slumber right there on the couch.

Her final thoughts as sleep took her were on Steven, musing that whatever promotions or financial rewards might be waiting for her in a Homeworld position, none of it would make her as happy as she was in that moment, with the man she loved close to her.