“ It’s important to make sure your male knows you can and WILL protect him, always be ready to stand between him and any situation that makes him nervous or afraid”

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

In his first week of work Steven found himself adapting to life in the Green Zone faster than he’d expected. Still, as he walked through the lobby of the large building where Central Stelan Robotics kept its offices, he couldn’t help but feel strange at just how much attention he got from the alien women. He could feel their eyes on him as he waited for the elevator, and he smirked as he heard the familiar clack of heels behind him, a certain steady rhythm he was sure he could pick out from any of the others.

“Good morning Steven,” Allura’s voice came from overhead.

“Morning,” he greeted, turning to smile up at her as the elevator dinged. He let his eyes trail down her legs, the sheer black nylons obscuring her golden skin beneath until finally disappearing into her stylish dark leather office pumps. She’d worn that same anklet charm every day since their first meeting, gleefully pointing out the pair of shackles where a tiny man could take the place of the simple gold heart that rattled against her leg now.

“You could try it,” she said, startling him out of his thoughts. “If you wanted.” She smirked and looked straight ahead, “males are the most prized decorative piece imaginable… I’d love to wear you into the office.”

He blinked, trying to hide his flushed face, “I uh… doesn’t that imply a certain relationship, between a Stelan and a human?” he asked.

Allura smirked, “Sometimes,” she admitted, “but it could just mean both parties want to have a little fun?” She bit her lip, smirking as she loomed over him, tapping her heel against the elevator floor with a little * click* that rattled the gold chain she was enticing him with, “I’d only wear you into the office anyways, I’d let you go for work… Or maybe you’d want to try it with something else?” She held up her hand, letting him see the ring on her finger, the same kind with the shrinking device built in he’d seen other Stelans wear. “You could go on a necklace, a bracelet…” She glanced down, making eye contact with him for the first time, “You could even go on a toe ring if you want, but I’d have to wear sandals to really show you off.”

“N-Not into the office,” he stammered, “But uh…” he gulped, “Maybe somewhere else, sometime… just to try it out.”

Yes! Allura thought excitedly as the elevator dinged and they entered, looks like I’ve got him interested after all! For the first few days she’d worried that Steven’s relatively cold responses to her meant he didn’t like her, but she’d gradually realized he was learning his way around Stelans as much as she was around humans, and he wasn’t just a human… She hadn’t been able to pry anything out of him about his old job yet, but there was something oddly tantalizing about having one of the “rogue” humans working in her office.

She hung back a little, letting the knee sized human walk ahead of her so she could admire him a moment. Steven’s sense of propriety intrigued and confused her, she’d heard Earth males were more modest than her own race’s, a little stuck up even, and it was odd that Steven wouldn’t want himself shown off in the office, where he’d get the most prestige and attention from riding on an expensive piece of jewelry.

She wants me to ride in on her anklet, Steven thought with a chuckle as they entered their shared office. Allura was certainly a good looking woman, once you got past the fact that she stood as tall as a house. He took a seat at his desk, suddenly very aware of the fact that, since his sat so much lower than his two towering officemates, he could easily see their feet. He caught himself staring as Allura slowly slid her sole out of the footwear, tapping the nyloned toes against the carpet and tracing slow soft circles, as if putting on a little show for him.

Focus up, he told himself, starting up his computer, you’ve got a lot to do today before enjoying the weekend.

The day, as it turned out, was less busy than expected. Along with earth fashion, entertainment, and architecture, Stelans had adopted the human work week as well, and with it came the usual doldrums that were familiar across any office in the universe on a Friday afternoon. Allura had left to get a late lunch, leaving him alone in the office with Caridia, who refused to look at him she clacked across her keyboard almost angrily.

“Can you send me a list of vendors for…” he squinted as he read, “Dilithium Crystals?”

“I’ll take care of those,” Caridia said dismissively, “why don’t you just worry about scheduling us conferences for now.”

He sighed, “Caridia, if you think I’m less capable because I’m human-“

He was cut off by the clack of her heels against the carpet as she stood up, walking around her desk, “You seem intelligent, you haven’t made any mistakes,” Caridia said, looming over him almost menacingly. He found the hair on the back of his neck raising slightly, along with the usual hint of arousal that he got any time a Stelan woman addressed him directly like this.

“So why won’t you loop me in to the important parts of our department?” he asked in a low voice, not letting his gaze on her waver.

She chuckled, twirling a strand of her black hair as she regarded him imperiously, “I simply don’t think you’ll be around for very long,” she said with a shrug, “you’re a cute male, new to the Green Zone… you’ll bond with one of us, and then you’ll decide you don’t feel like working in an office anymore. I’ve seen it happen enough times around here.”

“Excuse me?” he growled, “I’m here to work, not to… bond, with one of you!”

“You say that now,” she sighed, “but males, human males, instinctively know their place.” She looked at the door a moment, as if checking to see Allura hadn’t returned. She slowly slid her foot out of her leather shoe, letting the mixture of the leather and the stale insole odor waft over him slightly. “What if I offered to shrink you?” she asked, holding up her own ring, “you could just spend the rest of the day relaxing, playing with my toes down in my shoes?”

Steven could hear his heartbeat as he looked at the insole, then up at Caridia. Part of him desperately did want that, and she had a cruel smirk on her face that said that whatever pheromones or magnetic brainwaves were passing between them were easily letting her see through him, seeing how much he wanted to say yes.

“I can feel it,” she taunted, “you want to be pushed around, you don’t want Sula to pamper you, or Allura to romance you, you want someone like me to own you . ”

Steven nearly crawled across the desk and leapt into her shoe, eager to let her soft nylon’d foot press down on him… but then he felt something too. Like Caridia could feel his desires, he could just barely feel something he was sure were hers, and there was a hint of nervousness there, a weakness?

He closed his eyes, taking a breath, then opened them, giving her a smile, “No thanks,” he said with a chuckle, “I think today I’d just like to finish up and go home.”

It was like a balloon popped, and he could see all the confidence and the domineering power flood out of Caridia’s face, “Oh uh…” she cleared her throat, stumbling back to her desk, “I’m really sorry, I guess I uh…” She trailed off, sitting in her chair and returning to her computer. “I’ll send you the contacts list,” she said, almost meekly.

The pheromones go both ways, Steven thought back to what Sula had said, I guess the mental link stuff does too… so these big ladies can really be put on the backfoot by the right, or wrong, answer to their questions.

“I brought you guys some pastries!” Allura said, holding a large plastic bag up as she entered the office with a grin, oblivious to the battle of wills she’d just missed.

Steven thanked her as she set a strawberry danish nearly the size of a large pizza on his desk. He regarded her for a moment, looking down at the anklet.

So they don’t just broadcast their desires, he thought, they can receive them from males too? He hesitated a moment, Should I? He found his eyes trailing Allura’s feet as she slipped them out of her shoes, Then again… I’m being bombarded by their stray fantasies all day, fair is fair.

He tried to imagine Allura naked, her bountiful breasts bouncing free of a bra while he looked on. She tossed that golden-brown hair over her shoulder and grinned at him wickedly, scooping him up and forcing his face into them, smothering him in her pillowy embrace while he struggled.

Allura bit her lip, suddenly feeling aroused for no real reason at all. She glanced over at Steven, who was idly taking a bite of the, to him, massive pastry. She had an odd desire to press him to her chest, and as he looked over at her she found herself leaning over her desk slightly, hoping he’d get a good look at her cleavage.

Is he… she wondered. She shook her head, No, it’s got to just be an intrusive thought or something… I mean he is cute, it would be fun to put him there… She sighed a moment, imagining Steven ever smaller, dwindling away until he was a mere speck of a man. She’d pinch him between her fingers, hold him over those breasts, and just let him go . She wouldn’t even feel his struggles, he’d squirm pathetically through the valley of her breasts until she, his goddess, deigned to release him.

Steven felt himself growing rock hard as he suddenly had a strange vision of himself at the size of an ant, crawling through Allura’s massive breasts, the warmth all around him as he disappeared into that pillowy darkness.

Okay, he thought, breathing out slowly and trying to calm down, throwing a fantasy or a sexy thought at a Stelan woman might be a bit of a double-edged sword…

…

As the day drew to a close Steven found himself wandering to Sula’s office. There wasn’t any more business that would get done, and he’d decided he wanted to talk with his manager before the end of the day.

“Steven!” she said excitedly, looming over her gigantic desk as he walked in, “what a pleasant surprise! Is everything going okay?”

“I’m settling in,” he said, “I just had a few questions about… Well, Stelans I guess.”

Sula raised an eyebrow, then smiled, “Of course,” She stood up, walking with him to the wall length glass, hands clasped behind her back as they looked out at the city. “What would you like to know?”

“How many of the human males that come to work here get bonded by the end of it?”

She shrugged, “the majority of them, I suppose.” She glanced at the sun, already starting to drift low and bathing the city in the reflected red of the early evening. “Not all of course, some just never get close enough to any of us, some just don’t want it.”

He nodded, thinking, “And of the humans who do get bonded, how many of them…” he sighed, “how many of them still have careers?”

“It’s not unheard of,” Sula said with a smirk, “I’d be extremely supportive of any bonded male who wanted to continue working here… You wouldn’t already have someone in mind, would you?”

“No,” he laughed, “absolutely not. I just… want to be sure that my future is secure, whatever might happen. My plan is still to live for myself.”

“I hope you find whatever makes you happy here,” Sula said with a shrug. “Do you have any interesting weekend plans?”

“I thought I’d see what the club scene is like in a Green Zone,” he said with a smile, “I’m used to being the one buying drinks for girls… I think it might be fun to see what it’s like the other way around.”

“Oh,” Sula said hesitantly, “well… do be careful, even in a Green Zone there are rough places and people I wouldn’t trust around a lone male.”

“I can handle myself,” he said dismissively, heading towards the door, “see you on Monday!”

…

Friday evening had a mood everywhere, and Steven had always found it thickest in cities. Like the Stelans themselves the mood was bigger, almost overwhelming, and there was raucous laughter and smiling as he rode the train home. It was contagious, and he couldn’t help but smile himself.

“What’s got you excited?” Andrea asked, sitting in the human sized seat next to him. She leaned in almost conspiratorially, “big date tonight?”

“Nope, I just feel like going out,” he said, stretching slightly, “it’s the weekend, right? Best to blow off a little steam. What about you?”

“Wine tasting with a Stelan friend of mine,” Andrea said with a smirk, “she’s got some new human boy she’s invited along and I just love watching these things play out.” There was a twinkle in her eye when she said it, and Steven couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

She likes watching Stelans “romance” human men, and as Sula’s assistant she also chooses our office layout…

She seemed to guess his thoughts and shrugged, “Yes I do get a bit of a kick out of the fact that I put you in an office with two Stelan women,” she said with a sly grin, “but the new hire was going to go there no matter what species they hailed from.”

“Right,” he said, rolling his eyes as the city clacked by outside the window.

…

While Steven’s apartment was a human-only complex, there were plenty of Stelan establishments nearby. Perusing the maps app on his phone Steven looked for nightclubs and bars. While he’d never been much of a party type in school or during his brief time with the CIA, the energy was contagious.

“The NFL fan?” he chuckled, reading a review of a nearby Stelan bar. “Come meet human men in an environment based on the region’s most popular sport, buy merchandise for…” he frowned, rereading the line, “The New York Packers ?” He scowled and closed the page, if the bar’s Stelan ownership couldn’t even get the team right he didn’t want to think about what other corners they’d cut.

Finally he traded out his work clothes for a more colorful shirt and a pair of jeans, what he’d have worn when going out in his college days. The club he’d chosen, “Black Star,” was about fifteen minutes away from his apartment, and as the streetlamps flicked on he joined the throngs of humans and Stelans, all eager for their night out.

As he walked, plenty of Stelans took notice of the fact that he was alone, occasionally turning their heads or whispering to friends about him. He gave them friendly smiles, but didn’t stop walking. The club, like almost every other building in New York, was built to accommodate Stelans, who loomed over him and leered almost hungrily from their side of the velvet rope that made up the line outside.

So many of them together like this meant he was fighting an erection by the time he got around to the separate line for humans. It was much sparser than the Stelan line, with maybe five or six men in front of him, being ushered in by the stern looking bouncer one after the other. He stopped in front of her himself, casually sizing her up. At a little over twenty feet tall she had a different look to her than a lot of Stelans he’d met did, with that same alert air he’d recognized on fellow members of the Agency who’d seen some of the uglier side of spycraft.

There was a slight bulge under her arm as she waved people in, Shoulder holster, he thought, watching her out of the corner of his eye, laser pistol probably… He nodded politely as she ushered him in.

The first thing he noticed was that the bar had two levels, a massive fifteen foot high wall of wood for the Stelans, and then on top of that a standard row in human size. At the end was a small elevator and spiral staircase up for the human patrons, but he noticed plenty of tipsy humans being lifted up by Stelans, who giggled and motioned for the massive bartender to bring the earth natives another cocktail.

The dance floor was already getting crowded, and while plenty of human men were encapsulated in necklaces, dangling low between titanic golden breasts, or even tied spread eagle across fashionable dance shoes, there were still a good number of human men and women dancing normally underfoot, the towering Stelans giving them ample space so everyone could enjoy the face paced pop song blaring over the speaker.

Not sure where else to start, Steven walked up the small spiral staircase, walking across the wide Stelan bar while the looming giant faces of the giggling girls took him in, whispering and pointing. He shot a wink down the bar as he sat on his stool, and looked at the drink menu illuminated on the screen behind the bar.

The Stelan barkeep was an older one of the aliens, grinning as she walked over to him. It was a nice change of pace to look one of the aliens almost in the eye from the raised seating, and as she took his order and walked off, he found himself looking around again.

“Steven, my old buddy!” a man’s voice called from down the bar. He felt the hair on his arm stand up, and he sighed as he turned to see a familiar face.

“Charlie,” he greeted politely.

“What a coincidence,” his fellow former agent said, sliding into the stool at his side, “I was going to look you up this weekend!” He was always a gangly man, and the baggy clothes he’d chosen to wear out just accentuated the look as he placed his own drink on a coaster next to Steven’s.

“Charlie, whatever this is about,” Steven began, but he paused, looking in Charlie’s eyes. The man had used to have a light hazel colored eyes, but now golden irises stared out from his long hair.

“Oh,” Charlie chuckled, “the eyes… it happens after you bond with one of them,” he jerked his thumb at the group of dancing Stelans.

“You… bonded with one?” Steven asked slowly, “seems odd for a guy like you, I remember you always liked your independence.”

Charlie just chuckled, “I did, and I do, I’m just independent with someone else now… You probably saw Drayla on your way in.”

“The bouncer,” Steven nodded, “I thought she looked a little off to be working at a club…”

“Stelan Military Intelligence,” Charlie said with a smile, “I’m in it too now… Drayla doesn’t usually work here, but she’s covering for a friend and I decided to tag along for the free booze.”

“I guess the CIA was too small time for you?” Steven asked.

“Hey, a man’s got to do what he’s best at, I’ve found nothing better so far,” Charlie chuckled under his breath. “I was thinking, if you ever want an in-“

“Nope,” Steven said firmly, “I’m out, I’m just an ordinary guy now.” He looked back at the dancing girls, swirling his drink a moment, “Hey Charlie, the whole bonding thing… I’ve got a question, do you really have to-“

“Yeah, you’ve got to drink milk from those fine tits every couple of days,” Charlie laughed.

Steven blinked, “R-Really? I figured that had to be bullshit!”

Charlie shrugged, “I’ve got to let her feed me every few days or I get weak. Personally I never went more than a day without sucking on Drayla’s tits anyways… Speaking of,” he pointed to the imposing Stelan Steven had seen at the door earlier.

“Come on darling,” she purred, “my shift is over.”

“I’ll see you around Steven,” Charlie said, his now golden eyes gleaming a moment, “There are a lot of upsides to this whole bonding thing, beyond the giant alien girl that is.” Charlie walked to the end of the bar and into the waiting hands of his smiling Stelan lover. Steven couldn’t help but notice that the limp Charlie had had as long as he’d know the man was gone, and he waved politely a final time as the enormous golden skinned woman tossed Charile over her shoulder, playfully spanking him as the pair headed for the club’s exit.

You’ve got to drink their milk every couple days or you get weak, He thought, taking a long sip from his drink, one more reason not to bond I guess.

“Hey cutie,” a young woman’s voice called. He turned around and saw that a trio of Stelans had taken the bar seats just behind the raised human section, and the two on the flanks were leaning over the bar with smug grins, almost like a wall. The one in the middle was younger than any of the ones at his office, with a blonde ponytail and a short skirted pink outfit that made her standout even in the dim club.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, nodding politely as the bartender lowered his drink down. It looked comically tiny pinched between her fingers, but the cocktail itself left a pleasant fruity flavor on his tongue as he took a sip, regarding the trio.

“I’m Lura,” the one in the middle said, leaning in almost aggressively and letting him smell her alcohol tinged breath, “You’re unbonded.” A statement, not a question.

“I am,” he said, starting to get nervous. The trio were giggling, “My name’s Steven, I’m new in town.”

“Yeah, we can tell,” the middle one said, “we were thinking we’d take you back to our place.”

“We can have some fun,” the left one said, twirling her hair playfully.

The third one raised her hand, showing off one of the shrinking rings, grinning widely, “I was thinking he’s a little big… Do you want to ride out of here in my shoes, tiny?”

Steven cleared his throat, “Listen, I don’t want to cause a scene-“

There was a flash, and like when Sula had shrunk him the world seemed to spin as the already massive girls shot upwards, their smug laughter ringing in his ears. His training kicked in, and he sprinted across the now massive table, diving under a grasping set of tree trunk thick fingers while the girls called encouragement to the girl who’d used her ring on him.

“Grab him!” the middle one giggled, “quick, let’s get out of here before anyone sees!”

“Just make him smaller,” the left one said in annoyance, “he can get away at three inches tall but not at three millimeters.”

“Just a second,” the girl said, adjusting her ring and bringing it down level with the fleeing man.

“Excuse me,” Allura’s stern voice came from behind them, “What do you three think you’re doing?”

 The three mountainous figures overhead froze, and like an angel descending from heaven Allura pushed her way past them. Her eyes narrowed angrily as she saw Steven’s tiny form, sprawled across the wood and obviously in a state of panic.

“Hey lady,” the one with the ring said, “we were just taking this male home with us, so-“

“Get out, before I call security,” Allura said angrily.

The three glared at her, but slunk away. With a sigh she sat down at the stool, cupping her shrunken coworker in her palm. Steven found his heartbeat slowing, a sense of calm coming over him as Allura held him in her hand, smiling warmly.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” Steven said, returning her smile.

“Good,” she said, glancing angrily in the direction the girls had gone, “I’m sorry about them… Do you want me to take you home?”

“No,” he said, clinging to her finger for balance, “Do you want to…” he glanced at the necklace she was wearing, “I’d kind of like to dance to at least one song,” he said with a grin.

Her eyes went wide, and she grinned, raising him up to the necklace and bringing his wrist to the first clasp. It went in easily, and he was surprised by the soft padding on the interior, making it surprisingly comfortable as his other wrist slid into its twin. There was a simple *click* and then he was the centerpiece on Allura’s necklace, a trophy for the entire club to see.

Allura felt giddy as she adjusted the gold chain, sliding Steven deep into the valley of her breasts. For Steven his world suddenly became warm as the soft golden skin pressed on either side of him. He dangled deep into her cleavage, the soft rose-scented perfume she’d used earlier filling his senses and making him lightheaded. It was oddly comforting, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug at the jealous looks Allura got as she walked onto the dance floor.

Allura quickly moved into a crowd of other Stelans, and their combined screams of excitement filled Stevens ears as a popular song began playing over the loudspeakers. He grunted as he was tossed side to side while she danced, his body being jostled and tossed between the two soft orbs like they were playing a game of hot potato with him. A moment later he gasped as one of her movements briefly tossed him high, then brought him crashing down into the crack of her cleavage. She was starting to sweat, and the extra lubrication allowed the massive valley to swallow him up, leaving his chained form wedged in place with only his head and wrists sticking out.

“Whew!” Allura called as the song ended, her chest heaving Steven’s world up and down, “H-How about just one more song?” she asked, almost pleading.

…

In the end Steven had lost count of the songs, and while Allura had enjoyed a night of dancing his own dance partners had been her breasts, who had left him almost as sweaty and worn down as the music had left her.

They’d taken a cab back to her apartment, a Stelan sized colossus of a building that dwarfed his own complex, and he was still resting peacefully on her necklace as the elevator climbed.

“That was fun,” She said, slowly lifting the chain over her head and regarding her “captive” as she walked into her apartment. “Thanks for letting me wear you.” She leaned forward, giving his entire body a long kiss that made him blush. She slowly lowered the necklace down to the floor, tapping a small switch that caused the shackles to pop open, leaving Steven free to stand up on carpet that now spread like a vast plain before him.

Steven watched, spellbound, as her feet slipped out of her sparkled club shoes, and she wiggled her now bare toes playfully as he looked on. At his reduced size her toes were easily larger than his entire body, and the oily vinegary smell they had after a night of dancing wafted over him like a fog, almost knocking him backwards.

“It feels so good to let them air out,” she giggled, leaning over him slightly to get a better look at his reaction. She scrunched the carpet with her toes, knowing that every movement was causing the ripe odor to drift outward over her shrunken human guest. “They’re a little sore, I wonder if you could rub them at that size?”

Steven’s eyes went wide as her foot lifted over him, wide as a street and as long as a city bus as it blocked out the light from the lamp overhead. Just the movement from the massive appendage caused the air around him to rush, and his hair blew around his head briefly as the massive sole began to descend.

That’s right, Allura thought excitedly, watch, you’re nothing but a bug, there’s no escape!

She brought her foot down on him as slowly as she could, giving him ample time to flee if it occurred to him, but between the pheromones from her sweaty foot clouding his mind and the shock of the whole situation, Steven found himself rooted among the ankle high carpet fibers as the sky fell. Her oily sole pressed down on his head, forcing him downward as he pressed feebly against her.

Allura bit her lip, fighting the urge to hike her dress up and play with herself as she felt the tiny form of the shrunken human against her skin, and with just a little extra force she embedded him into the soft carpet. With a groan of pleasure she put more weight on him, pinning him in place while she playfully ground her sole back and forth.

Steven’s world became the bottom of her sole, and while she never pressed hard enough to truly hurt him, he found he could just barely breath in the musky air around him, each mouthful tainted by the taste and smell of the lingering shoe leather mixed with the salty perspiration of a night spent on the dance floor. Pleasure shot through him as he realized he was hard, and though he was still wearing his jeans, thankfully reduced with him, the motion of the omnipresent foot overhead was shifting his erection against them in a way that wasn’t at all unpleasant.

This is amazing, Allura growled, a male at my mercy like this! She twisted her foot slowly back and forth, marinating him in the grime on her feet as she pressed his minute form into her soft carpet. Occasionally she rolled her foot over him, scrunching his body with her toes, always careful not to put too much pressure on him, but never giving he enough leeway to scurry away.

Steven’s own pleasure was building, the combined motion against his manhood and the overpowering scent of her feet was fraying his senses and causing him to gasp with arousal as he wrestled with the skyscraper sized woman’s toes, each round a loss as they released him only to be bowled under by her sole again.

His orgasm was inevitable, and his final cries of bliss were muffled as Allura lifted her foot up, pinning him down with her big toe like it was a boulder coming down a mountainside, grinding him triumphantly into the carpet as the final few motions of the extended digit milked his seed out of him.

Allura lifted her toe when he stopped spasming, stepping away to admire her work. With a chuckle she lifted her hand, tapping the ring on her right hand that housed her size changing device. There was a flash, and Steven was back to his, to her, knee sized height.

Nice, she thought, looking at the small wet stain on his pants. “Well, you don’t make much of a foot massager at a few inches tall… Would you like to try at your full size?”

Steven blinked, leaning up groggily, “Yeah,” he stammered, shaking his head to clear his vision. I just came under her foot, he realized, she could have easily crushed me… Somehow that idea was just making him hard again, and he found himself following Allura into the apartment’s living room, struggling to climb onto her enormous couch with a grunt as they settled in.

A massive hand as long as his torso reached down, scooching him close to the owner’s side as she sighed contentedly. Steven found himself leaning against her side, enjoying the warmth of her body through her dress and the slow rise and fall of her breathing.

“Can I… stay over?” he asked uncertainly.

“I was just about to ask if you wanted to,” Allura chuckled. “Now, how many times are you going to cum tonight before you call me your goddess?”