Earth males crave authority, but only some crave the harsh domination often recommended by those unfamiliar with them. It is possible to be his goddess, his friend, and his lover.

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

Steven stretched, enjoying the massive soft plain of the Stelan bed, the blankets still tinged slightly with Allura’s rose scented perfume. He was back at his full size, though naked save for his boxers, and he’d decided to watch the morning news on the massive television built into the wall of the bedroom.

A woman of Stelan height, but with dark skin and an Egyptian styled Pharoh’s headdress was on the news, “Earth is the rightful domain of the Old Kingdom,” the woman began, “We demand the Stelan Imperium begin plans to hand the planet and its populace over to our rule!”

The news anchor, a human man with a handsome smile chuckled as the news studio came back into view, “That was ambassador Hateshepsut, who has made the annual demand on behalf of the Star Empire known as the Old Kingdom. As always, the Stelan Imperium has rejected and denied these claims, and the United Nations of Earth has issued similar statements.”

“Are they demanding Earth again?” Allura laughed, bringing a massive breakfast tray in and causing his world to shift as she sat down on the bed.

“Yeah, it’s that time of year,” Steven shrugged. The Old Kingdom was a neighbor and rival to the Stelan Imperium, one which made the same demand like clockwork every year, but few on Earth took them seriously. It was well known that the Stelans would never surrender the blue planet, and few on Earth were interested in trying their luck with another interstellar empire. “You know they claim they built the pyramids?”

Allura smirked, “Well if they did, I think that not visiting the planet for five thousand years makes any claims moot. We found it first, Earth is ours as far as I’m concerned.” Steven frowned at the comment, and Allura bit her lip a moment, “I’m sorry, I just meant-“

“It’s fine,” Steven said, reaching across the enormous tray and hefting a slice of toast the size and thickness of an encyclopedia.

“Are you one of those humans that wants us to… go?” Allura asked softly.

Steven shrugged, “I don’t know what I want, it’s not really my decision anyways.”

“You were in that group, the CIA?” Allura asked hesitantly, “the ones that still only answer to human governments?”

Steven chuckled, “Yeah, one human government in particular… Spy agencies are the only muscle human governments have left anymore, I guess I thought that maybe I’d be protecting humanity’s interests or something.”

Allura desperately wanted to know more, but just let him eat in silence, it’s so strange to think males would have been fighting other males before we got here, she thought. She tried to think of the few acquaintances she’d had in the Stelan space fleet, they didn’t like to talk about battles, and while she wasn’t sure exactly what Steven’s experience in the human spy agency was, she felt it wouldn’t be right to probe it, not now at least.

“Thanks for breakfast,” Steven said, giving her a smile as he slid towards the edge of the bed. With a grunt he managed the lengthy drop to the floor, reaching for his discarded clothing. “I’m going to head back to my place, I’ll see you on Monday.”

Allura blinked, “But… I thought you might want to stay?” She stood up, looming over him and looking almost desperate, “The bonding process will go faster the more time we spend together, and we could look at Human-Stelan accommodations?”

Bonding process? Steven felt his stomach lurch, Oh, she thinks that we’re… together now. He chewed his lip, some things are the same no matter what planet you’re from I guess.

“I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I really like you Allura, and I had a fun time-“

“Oh,” she muttered, “I think I understand.” She sighed, then gave him a weak smile, “I had a wonderful time too… do you think you might be interested in spending more time with me? Outside of work I mean.”

“Yeah,” Steven said with a smile, “I think I’d like that.”

A little of the wind seemed to return to Allura’s sails as he waved goodbye, placing his hand on the small door button at human level. She watched him go, stroking her chin as she thought a moment.

Earth males certainly do have a more independent streak, she thought, a Stelan male would have already been asking about what pre-bonding clinic I’d chosen for him. She smiled, it really only makes me want you more Steven… He just needed more time, she reasoned, if the previous night was any indication he certainly enjoyed submitting to her, and he wanted to be cared for, she was sure of it.

With a sigh she walked back to the bedroom, flopping on the bed and having a chuckle at the Old Kingdom’s annual list of absurd demands.

…

Steven sighed, placing weights on the bar at his apartment complex’s fitness center. Spending a little bit of time alone in the human-only complex was a welcome reprieve from the city full of towering alien women. He was the only one in the gym on the slow afternoon, which further helped him clear his thoughts, free of the wandering thoughts and pheromones of the Stelans.

Did I make a mistake? He wondered for the millionth time since leaving Allura’s apartment, and if I did, what was the mistake? Was it getting involved with her at all? Or… He gulped, a little shocked with himself that he was even considering it, Or was the mistake leaving and not taking her up on her offer?

He stared at himself in the mirror a moment, wiping sweat from his forehead, then turned away, chuckling.

Look at you Steven, you said you’d just do your job and go home, and you didn’t make it a week before getting involved with one of them.

He felt the ache in his muscles, and with a sigh decided he was done working out for the day. Idly he walked to the large floor to ceiling window that made up the far wall of the complex gym, giving a view of the stretching silver cityscape below. From this distance you could hardly tell who on the streets below was Stelan or Human, and as his gaze lifted higher to the handful of larger spacecraft entering orbit, he wondered how many humans were out in the rest of the Imperium now.

Being manhandled by a giant goddess is something I never knew I needed, he thought wryly, but how do I get that without giving up who I am? He thought back to Caridia, her offer to shrink him and put him in her shoe the rest of the day, how he’d almost wanted to take her up on it. In comparison to a lot of them, Allura seems almost normal, he decided. At least she sees me as another person… I think. Steven sighed, a mix of annoyed and happy with himself over the decision he’d come to. Okay Allura, you want a human boyfriend? I wouldn’t mind filling the role…

…

“Morning,” he greeted Allura as they reached the elevator together.

“Good morning,” she said with a polite smile, but there was a hint of awkwardness in the air. As they stepped into the elevator together Steven looked up at her, forcing his eyes past the hem of her skirt and up to her face.

“So,” he began, “I’ve been doing some thinking…”

Her eyes lit up, “And!?” She fought to keep her composure.

“I’d like to spend some more time together,” he said slowly, “you know, get to know each other…”

“Y-Yes, me too,” Allura stammered, clearing her throat and composing herself, “I think you’ll find that being with me is going to suit you! When work is over today, I’ll reduce you to a more appropriate size for a male and take you home so we can unwind…” she smirked at his stunned reaction, “inside the pantyhose, or outside?”

“I uh,” he started, but she just chuckled and cut him off.

“Don’t worry, you have all day to decide! Come on, let’s get to work.”

Steven blinked, following her into the office as the loud triumphant *clack* of her heels against the floor announced their arrival. Caridia yawned and waved politely at the two, taking a sip from a barrel sized coffee mug. He felt the slightest tinge of something , a sudden odd desire to crawl across the floor and plant a kiss on the tired Stelan’s massive leather shoes, but it passed.

I’m starting to get the hang of being near Stelans at least, he thought, glancing up at the beaming Allura. The thoughts of fighting against her massive toes again were filling his mind, and he could almost smell the pungent vinegary aroma of her feet after a day locked in those leather work pumps. For a moment he wondered if it was Allura bombarded him with her own fantasies, but as the towering golden woman turned away from him with a giggle, he realized that that particular fantasy had come from within.

Steven’s desk phone rang suddenly, and he quickly picked it up, “Steven Erikson, how can I-“

“Hi Steven,” Sula’s voice gushed from the line, “can I borrow you for the next half hour or so?”

“Uh, sure,” he said uncertainly. With a shrug he hung up the phone, walking out of his office and into the hallway. The Stelan women on the open office floor all seemed to go into hushed whispers and giggles at once, and a few of the human employees shot him glances, and another man, a little older than him even gave him a wink and a pair of finger gun salutes. Okay, what do all of you know that I don’t? He thought as he reached Sula’s door.

Andrea’s desk was just outside Sula’s office, looking almost tiny and toylike next to the massive executive office. The human woman herself was waiting with an amused smile, standing up to greet him.

“So what’s this about?” Steven asked.

“Sula wants you to sit in on a call she’s having with the Stelan homeworld executives,” Andrea said with a grin.

Steven frowned, “I’m still a little new, but I guess I don’t mind.”

“You’re ah… more of a display piece for this one,” Andrea said, chewing her lip, “you have to keep in mind they don’t have a ton of males on their planet, so showing off the ones an organization has is a sort of power play.”

“Right,” Steven sighed, “so am I spending the conference call on a necklace, or-“

The immense door opened, and Sula beamed down at him, “Steven, come in!” Sula beckoned. Steven shrugged and followed, catching one last smug grin from Andrea before the massive automatic door closed behind them. “Now I know you’re probably wondering what this is about,” Sula said, chewing her lip with embarrassment suddenly, “I know you’re new to a Stelan workplace, but-“

“You want to show me off to your colleagues,” Steven said with a shrug, “Andrea explained it.”

Sula did the closest thing her golden cheeks could manage to a blush, but nodded, “Oh good, and you don’t mind?”

“If you think it’ll help our part of the company,” Steven said, raising an eyebrow. She’s not wearing a necklace, so where is she going to-

There was a familiar flash as Sula used her ring to shrink him, and he blinked and tried to get his bearings on the now grasslike field of carpet below him. Sula’s already impressive pair of white office pumps were now house sized, clacking towards him with a thundering boom that sent vibrations up his arms. He looked up in awe as his manager smiled sweetly down at him, bending over and descending impossibly fast to pluck him up.

“There we go,” she said, giggling as she pinched him between her fingers. Steven grunted as the pair of soft fingertips, each ending in manicured nail as long as his leg, casually squeezed him, never enough to hurt, but enough to make him grunt as she carried him across the now impossibly wide space of her office.

On Sula’s desk a small clear terrarium waited, a pair of mossy rocks and some torn cottonballs inside. Steven’s eyes went wide as he realized that the tiny pet container was what she had in mind for him. The massive twin pillars of golden skin released him, and he tumbled through the air with a shout of surprise. The landing was soft, and he rolled over the small cotton balls to the floor of his clear plastic prison.

“What in the hell?” he muttered, slowly walking to the transparent wall.

Sula sat in her chair outside, playfully running a hand over the top of his terrarium and giving him a look that was halfway between affectionate and smug.

The large floating monitor in Sula’s office lit up, and Steven could see a series of other Stelan women, all in expensive and well cut business attire, starting to come into view. As Andrea had mentioned, he could see that several of them had Stelan males in various forms of display, one hung with his arms spread between a massive pair of golden breasts, globes so large that they obscured him from view whenever the woman moved or shifted in her chair, another pair of the golden skinned men were shrunk even smaller than he was, hanging from a pair of earrings worn by a dark haired woman that smirked confidently. The final Stelan executive had a human male, wearing a form fitting silver outfit as he sat on display in a small birdcage on the woman’s desk. Where the Stelans seemed somewhat bored, resigned to their place as decoration, Steven could tell the other human was paying close attention, his gold eyes peering out from a long mane of dark hair.

“Sula,” the woman with the human began with a grin, “I see you’ve finally picked up a male you’d like to show off?”

“About time,” the one with the earrings chuckled, “A woman of your station should have a male bonded or on track for it!”

Sula’s smile wavered a moment, but she rested a palm over the top of Steven’s cage, “My dear Steven here is an employee, and a good sport, a recent transfer from a human organization called the Central Intelligence Agency, perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

A few murmurs went through the gathered Stelans, “You recruited one of the more rebellious human males,” one laughed, “and you’ve caged him like a pet rodent? Delightful!”

“Yes, well, he’s a good sport, as I said,” Sula replied, slightly defensive.

“If you’re done comparing humans, we need to discuss the fleet’s latest contract,” one of them snapped.

“Yes, of course,” Sula said, sitting upright. Steven’s world shifted, almost knocking him off his feet as the gigantic golden woman casually slid the plastic terrarium from the edge of the desk to the center, giving him a direct view of her immense cleavage on one side, and the smirking trio of Stelan executives on the other.

“Ladies,” the other Stelan with the human began, “This is the Goddess’s Wrath hunter-killer space drone.” The screen blacked out, revealing a rotating 3D model of a sleek avian looking spacecraft with noticeable missiles tucked beneath each wing. “I’m pleased to announce that the fleet has ordered enough of them to make this company very rich.”

A new weapon? Steven suddenly found himself paying close attention.

“Impressive Starla,” Sula said with a polite nod, “but I’m not sure what this has to do with the Earth branch?”

“The Imperial Senate wants it produced on Earth,” the other Stelan, Starla, replied.

Sula suddenly became alert, ceasing her playful stroking of Steven’s cage and leaning forward intently, “T-That would be a rather ambitious project for this planet,” Sula stammered, “Earth is economically prosperous, but most of the planet is self-governing and lacks industrial-“

“The senate has made its decision,” Starla said, an edge in her voice, “The Goddess’s Wrath drone will be produced using Earth expertise and Earth orbital yards. I will be bringing a contingent of two hundred engineers to help bring our facilities in the Sol System up to task…” Starla smirked and playfully flicked the bronze birdcage on her desk, causing it to sway and the human inside to give her a somewhat annoyed look. “We’re supposed to cooperate with the protectorates on it, we’ll see if the humans have anything to contribute besides entertainment.”

“I’ll get my people working on this right away,” Sula said, still a little shocked. She cleared her throat, “I’m confident my team can have things ready for the next steps by the time you arrive Starla.”

“Good,” Starla said. With a giggle she unhooked the brass cage holding her own human from its hanger, looking at him almost hungrily, “It’s been so long since I’ve been to Earth, it would be nice if things went well enough to give me some time for… recreation .” She looked back at the screen with a smile, “I’ll see you soon Sula, we’ll let you go, you have a lot to do.”

“Yes,” Sula said with a thin smile, “I do.”

There were a few customary farewells and finally the screen went black. Steven watched as the mountainous office manage slumped backwards, bringing a hand to her forehead with a growl of frustration.

She glanced down, suddenly remembering Steven and then reaching down to pop the terrarium open with an embarrassed smile. Steven grunted again as he was pinched between the immaculate fingers, slowly brought out and onto the smooth wooden landscape of Sula’s desk. Her ring flashed, and he was returned to his normal height, his former plastic prison now only coming up to his waist.  

“Steven,” she muttered, “I know I’ve asked a lot from you today, but can you please rub my feet?”

“Sure,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

A moment later he heard the twin clops as her leather shoes were kicked off, and she leaned back in her chair, letting a pair of nyloned feet as wide across as Steven’s chest plop in front of him. The stale leather smell clung to them slightly as she scrunched her toes, letting the thick earthy musk waft towards him slightly.

Steven didn’t need instruction, he got to his knees and began rubbing the giant office manager’s feet, drawing his fingers in a firm and strong motion across the surface while the golden skinned giantess moaned happily. He kept going, pressing his shoulder into her sole, letting her grimy toes scrunch slightly over his head as he put his entire body into giving her the best foot massage he could.

“Oh that’s nice,” Sula muttered, surprising him as the wall of nylon coated flesh pushed forward, suddenly pressing him to the desk with the same force as a truck, utterly impossible to resist. Steven tried to flip himself over as she rolled the sole of her foot over his body, using him as a foot massage while he struggled feebly underneath her. By the end of it he was breathing heavily, trying to fight the realization of just how hard the manager’s casual domination had made him. Each slow twitch of her foot sent shivers through him, and for a wild moment he worried she’d once again use her feet to bring him to a pants-staining orgasm, but she halted just as he was closest to climax.

“Thank you,” she sighed, pulling her feet off of him.

“A-Anytime,” Steven said, blinking and standing up, well aware of the throbbing hardness in his pants.

“Oh… did I make you-“

“No,” he muttered, “I uh…” He chuckled, “is this going to become a regular thing?”

“You’re definitely my favorite office stress ball,” Sula said, pulling her feet off the desk and leaning over him, twirling a strand of her hair idly, “though I’ve heard a rumor that there’s another girl with your attention?”

I don’t want to get Allura in trouble, “W-We’re friends-“

“Don’t bother,” Sula said with a smirk, “Office gossip around attractive people reaches the whole building before lunch, the only type that spreads faster is if something goes missing and unfortunately for you two I employe mostly honest people.”

“And you wouldn’t mind explaining our… situation, to Allura?” he asked hesitantly.

“She’s Stelan,” Sula said flatly, “she expects a very harsh competition for males, most of the ones on our homeworld will have at least six suitors before choosing their bond-mate.” Sula smirked and brushed her bangs out of her eyes, “I don’t expect that end for us of course, but I imagine I will be in the mind of any other women interested in you.” She shrugged, “feel free to tell them whatever pleases you, I will say that either Allura or Caridia would be an excellent match.”

“Thanks,” he said, letting himself sprawl across her desk for a moment. “Do you mind if I take a minute before going back out?”

…

“So we need to get thirty thousand dilithium crystals, and at least ten tons of Ceramic-131?” Caridia asked, stunned, “that’s impossible for this system, it’s more than double what we use for all the robots produced from here to Jupiter!”

“I’m giving you two ten general staff from the office pool,” Sula said with a sigh, “that’s all I can give you… surely there must be some other people in the system refining these materials?”

“There are,” Steven said, looking up from his own small desk, “but they’re almost all human companies, with human customers.”

“Are you telling me there are human only companies with the kind of technology to make what we need?” Caridia asked suspiciously.

Steven shrugged, “I’d have to make some calls to some old coworkers, and I can’t promise they’ll be totally forthcoming… but when I worked at the Agency we had plenty of equipment that used alien material and it wasn’t made by you.”

“Okay…” Allura took a deep breath, “W-We can do this, Steven? Would you mind addressing our new reports with me?”

“Not at all!” Steven said, leaping up from his desk, “let’s go!”

…

Steven had to admit, it was a part of Allura he’d never seen before, and he felt his heart flutter in a mix of intimidation and arousal as the slow click clack of her heels echoed through the open office pool section where she and Caridia’s new underlings waited. The Stelan women looked at her with apprehension, and the handful of human men, mostly support staff, looked on with awe at the pair of them.

From Steven’s position affixed to her necklace he had a fine view of the room, and he was forced to shift his body to prevent her cleavage from swallowing him up.

“You might say that these numbers are impossible,” Allura said in a firm voice, “but I am confident that suppliers for these materials do exist in the Sol system, it’s simply a matter of finding them!” She scowled as she saw a Stelan filling a coffee mug at a machine on the far wall, “You put that coffee down!” she barked, “Coffee is for closers!” the other Stelan paused, then nodded, shakily pouring the steaming black liquid down the sink.

She’s harsh, Steven thought, but from the way the group immediately set to work it had the desired effect. Who’d have thought Caridia would end up being the good cop with those two?

Allura sighed, walking back to their small separated office space, unshackling Steven from the necklace as she went, “Thanks for that,” she said with a smile.

“No problem,” he said, returning her grin, “I thought having a little extra on your necklace might help show them you’re the real deal.”

Allura bit her lip as they walked into the office, “You are so mine when we’re done here today.”

…

With the launch of the new military contract almost everyone ended up staying later than usual, and while Steven didn’t remember much of the details regarding equipment suppliers for human governments, they had promising leads when Allura sat up with a yawn and announced it was time to go home for the day.

Caridia had left about fifteen minutes before them, and the dark sky outside was lit up with the twinkling points of light of the massive cityscape. Allura and Steven’s near silent walk through the empty office was filled with a sense of calm triumph, whatever lay ahead they’d both made a good start on it today.

The pair stopped in front of the elevator, and Steven looked up at the towering golden woman, in spite of her tired expression she looked resplendent, with her curvaceous figure, long legs, and those feet… those feet he wanted to crawl forward and worship right now…

That’s got to be her, he thought with a chuckle. He shot a glance up, and in spite of the fatigue of the long work day she was giving him a small smile.

“We make a good team,” Allura said with a grin, “now I need one last thing from you today Steven…” She held out her hand, her fingers on her ring, ready to change his size. She hesitated just a moment, just a split second to give him a chance to object, and when it didn’t come Steven felt the now familiar sensation of a Stelan size change ray wash over him.

Holy shit, he breathed, looking up at the towering expanse of his coworker, I don’t think any of them have ever made me this small…

Allura was the size of a skyscraper, each of her shoes were monuments in and of themselves, the thick leather scent billowing off them and making him lightheaded as the carpet fibers rose around him like waist high shrubs.

Allura’s foot slipped out of her shoe, flexing her toes through her brown nylons as she squinted down, searching for the speck sized human. The rich ripe aroma of her vinegary sweat was overpowering, filling the air around Steven and making the atmosphere humid and billowing his hair back and forth from the playful movement of her toe across the floor.

“Come to my nylons,” she ordered, her voice like thunder from the heavens as her face hovered overhead, “Walk to them!” she snapped her fingers, finally catching sight of Steven from the movement of his tiny body across the carpet. “You’re not even a bug now,” she mused, “Let me help!”

Steven felt the foot-scented wind rush around him as her foot lifted up, giving him a beetle’s eye view of a city block sized foot that blocked out the light like a solar eclipse as it hovered over him. He couldn’t help but stare, stunned, as it slowly started to descend.

“Grab on to the fibers,” Allura said, “the floor is no place for you, you belong close to me.”

Allura slowly pressed her foot into the carpet, biting her lip and savoring the sensation as she ground her sole into the carpeting. Steven was so small that being crushed was almost impossible, but she would be a force of nature, sliding him across the world of the carpet and all but drowning him in the powerful swampy aroma of her feet after a long work day.

“Hold on,” she whispered, slowly bringing her toes up again.

Below on the floor Steven was watching the floor drift away like an aircraft runway as Allura casually lifted her pantyhose clad foot again, letting him cling feebly to her toes like a clump of dirt. The deliberate motion brought him over the mouth of her shoe, experiencing the most powerful wave of her earthy scent yet, mixing with the rich leather as she brought him into the immense cave.

“And… goodbye,” She giggled, pressing her foot down to the very toe of her shoe. She took a moment to adjust her toes, getting comfortable, before hitting the button on the elevator. For a brief moment she worried she’d accidently left the dust-speck sized human on the floor of the office, but as she descended through the building she could still distantly sense him, down below her right foot where he belonged.

Steven’s world was a grimy mix of sweat, grime, and the rough sensation of her giant toe running her nylons across his body. Every step caused him to tumble through the cavern, sliding against her feet and across her insole. Within minutes he was coated, marked as belonging to this new world she’d shrunk and forced him into.

Outside Allura simply walked through the streets, a tired smile on her face as she headed home. Nobody around her could know that there was a man trapped in her shoe, a man so small that the goddess that had trapped him there couldn’t even feel his squirming movements as she walked.

Not that Allura wasn’t aware of him, with each passing minute trapped in the swampy work pumps Steven was becoming more aroused, and Allura could sense it ever clearer as the sensation became stronger.

You’re going to cum from being trapped in my shoe, she thought, grinning as she focused on the idea. She imagined it in her minds eye, the tiny thrashing human finally succumbing, screaming her name and calling her his goddess as the sights, sounds and sensations of her shoes brought him over the brink.

Allura’s mental bombardment combined with the powerful pheromone cocktail in her foot sweat quickly rendered Steven powerless, and just as Allura had imagined he found himself shouting into the darkness as he came his pants, bucking feebly against a toe too large to even acknowledge him.

“Good boy,” Allura whispered aloud as she turned the key to her apartment. She bit her lip, feeling the wave of euphoria wash over her as her miniscule prisoner reached his climax.

With a happy hum she walked to her couch, sliding her feet out and letting Steven have a few moments of light and air. He blinked, looking up and trying to clear his thoughts, remembering slowly where he was and what had happened.

“How’s that for a ride home?” Allura’s gigantic face asked, filling his sky with a smug grin.

“Amazing,” he breathed, “W-What’s next?”

She shrugged, “I can’t hear you, I’ll restore you to full size once I’ve gotten us something to eat.” She stood back up again, the faint thumps of her footsteps reverberating through the towering unscalable leather walls. “You just stay there, okay?”

Steven collapsed against her insole, breathing in the rank odor that he was quickly finding himself in love with.

There’s no way out of here, he thought, looking up at the black cliffs of the shoe’s mouth. The thought excited him even more, he was a bug, trapped living in his goddess’s shoe until she deigned to release him.

Allura glanced back at her shoe, feeling the wave of arousal from her trapped human. With a smug grin she began preparing dinner, once she was done making a meal for them, she’d return him to full size and have a wonderful evening prying some admissions out of him before bed.

You love this Steven, she thought excitedly, I just need to convince you to give in to it!