"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?"

Monika walked towards Timmy, grabbing the shoe from his hand. She slid it back on her foot, along with its mate. She walked out of the room, then back to her car and left.

Timmy was still kneeling on the floor, grasping his head in his hands, recoiling in horror from what just happened. Monika had been nothing but nice to him, and now he'd gone and ruined it by being such a pervert. He would never be able to look her in the eye again. Any encounter they'd have from hereon out would be beyond awkward. And what if his mom found out? Timmy's thoughts continued spiraling, making the boy sick to his stomach in angst.

Timmy took a much needed nap. He awoke later that afternoon, and went downstairs to grab a bottle of water. His mom was sitting at the kitchen table, doing something work related on her iPad.

"Hey Timmy."

"Hey Mom."

"Did you and Monika have fun? Isn't she just the sweetest?"

"Yeah... she is..."

Timmy's voice creaked. He grabbed his water and went back to his room.

***

Monika made regular visits to tidy up the house throughout the next week. She never made mention of the incident to Timmy, nor to anyone else. She continued to make small talk with the boy and his mother as if nothing had ever happened. Each and every one of these incidents made Timmy squirm.

On one particular evening, while his mom was away buying groceries, Timmy was sitting on the couch of the living room, watching a World Cup match between the Netherlands and Croatia when he heard Monika approaching. She was wearing a pair of black, close-toed pumps. They made the colossal lady even taller, and made a lot of noise when she walked. Timmy began sweating upon hearing her.

Monika strolled into the living room. She smiled and waved at Timmy.

"Hallo Little Timmy! I will be cleaning a bit in here, I hope I am not bothering you."

"No, you're fine."

Timmy tried to focus on the TV, but this was made difficult by the sound of Monika's heels click clacking about. He was absorbed in the match, when Monika suddenly sat down next to him. Again, uncomfortably close, with seemingly no regard for personal space.

"Ah, do you like the Fußball Little Timmy?"

"Uh, yeah, it's pretty interesting."

Monika stretched both her arms out behind her, making Little Timmy feel trapped. She was wearing a black dress and white undershirt, both of which were sleeveless. As a result, Timmy could ever so faintly smell the musk wafting from Monika's shaven underarm.

"Ja, Little Timmy, I used to play very much the Fußball. It has been a very long time though!"

Monika let out her usual heavy laugh, lowering her arm around Timmy's shoulder, pulling the boy even closer.

"This World Cup was so disappointing! I was so sad when Germany was knocked out. I even got a new pedicure for it and everything!"

Monika kicked off one of her pumps, showing Timmy her foot for the second time. Each of her toes was painted either black, red, or gold. She flexed and wriggled her formidable toes, now freed from the confine of the shoe.

"Isn't it pretty Little Timmy?"

Timmy stared at Monika's writhing toes for several seconds before giving his response. God they were so amazing. So big, so beautiful. Imagine worshiping them, being tread upon by them, being-

"Uh, yeah. It's nice."

"Danke schön Little Timmy!"

Monika patted him on the head and returned her foot to her shoe.

"Too bad I'll have to get it changed now!"

Monika stood up and got back to work.

***

On one Saturday, which happened to be Monika's off day, Timmy was sitting on the living room couch when his mother called for him. He got up and went to the kitchen.

"Hey, Timmy. I need you to do me a favor. Monika left this here yesterday."

Timmy's mom held up a small blue earring.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment, could you run it down to her apartment for me? Her address should be in the GPS already. She lives in room 204."

Timmy cringed on the inside, but agreed. He took the earring and went to his car. He followed the directions on the GPS until he arrived at Monika's apartment complex. He got out and began looking for her room, beginning to regret coming more and more with each step.

Timmy located room 204 and gave it a solid knock.

"Hallo, who ist it?"

Yep. This was it.

"Uh, it's me, Timmy."

"Ah, Little Timmy! Come in!"

Timmy opened the door hesitantly. He walked inside and shut it behind him. Monika was sitting on her couch, watching a foreign movie or television show. She was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It was sunny out, but Monika had the blinds drawn and the lights off, most of the light coming from the television.

"What ist your reason for visitng, Little Timmy? Did you miss me that much?"

"Um, my mom said that you left this at our house."

Timmy pulled the earring out of his pocket. Monika's eyes lit up.

"Ah, yes, that ist mine! Danke schön!"

Monika reached out her hand to Timmy. He walked up to her and laid the earring in her hand, before turning around to leave.

"Ah, Little Timmy, what ist the rush? Come here."

Monika patted the seat next to her on the couch. Timmy had better manners than to simply walk out on her, so he turned around again and sat on the far edge of the couch from Monika.

"Haha, Little Timmy, I might be big, but I am not going to eat you! Come a little closer!"

Cringing on the inside, Timmy scooted over.

"This is one of my favorite movies Little Timmy. It is a very funny film made in Österreich."

Timmy had no idea what in the hell an "Österreich" was, and didn't bother asking. He tried watching with her, but couldn't really get much out of it due to the language barrier.

"Sorry, Monika. I don't speak German, I can't really tell what's going on."

"Oh, Little Timmy, that ist no problem! You see Little Timmy, German and English, they are actually very similar. For example, most vords in English that have a 't' in them, in German they will have an 's' there instead. For example, 'water.' In German, es ist 'Wasser.' Or 'white.' In German, it ist 'Weiß.' Or my favorite,"

Monika tuned around towards Timmy and lifted up her thick legs, planting her big bare feet right in his lap.

" the English word 'foot,' in German, es ist 'Fuß!'"

Timmy was so shocked, he didn't know how to respond. He was brought back to his senses when the vinegary smell wafting from Monika's feet hit his nostrils. He jumped up, Monika's feet falling down where he was sitting.

"What is wrong, Little Timmy?"

Timmy's face was beat red, and tears were forming at the corner of his eyes. It had all become too much.

"I'm sorry Monika, I'm so sorry!"

Timmy was now full on sobbing, tears rolling down his pink cheeks.

"I'm sorry for being such a creep! Please forgive me!"

Monika stood up as well, and hugged the boy tightly, burying his face in her bosom.

"Oh, Little Timmy, mein Schatz. Do ntt cry, I am not mad at you."

Timmy cocked his head up, looking into Monika's nurturing, motherly eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes, of course. Boys at your age have all sorts of interests, it ist nothing to be ashamed of. You could have just told me, you know. I'm happy to help you with your urges, it ist healthy. Here, sit back down."

Monika and Timmy sat back down on the couch, both at opposite ends. Monika turned sideways, lying down and plopping her feet back down in Timmy's lap.

"My feet are hurting me from tending to houses all day. I could sure use a massage from my Little Timmy!"

Monika winked at the boy, reddening his face further. He stared at the massive peds lying against his thighs. They were closer to him than ever, allowing Timmy to truly marvel at their size. She'd gotten her pedicure fixed. Now each toe was black, which contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. The smell was intense.

"Well, what are you waiting for Little Timmy?"

Monika began wriggling and flexing her long toes.

"Aren't you going to give Ms. Monika's poor aching Füße a nice relaxing massage?"

Timmy slowly brought his hands down, each grabbing onto one of Monika's soles. Her feet were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and they were very warm. Timmy's small hands made them look even bigger.

Timmy began to rub his thumbs into Monika's thick sole. He caressed Monika's feet up and down. Just laying his hands on them was intensely erotic. He especially liked playing with her toes, running his fingers between them, pushing and pulling them back and forth.

"Mmmm, little Timmy, you are good at this!"

Timmy kept playing with Monika's feet for a while, feeling like the luckiest man on Earth. 

"Ok Little Timmy, stop. Stand up."

"Yes Monika."

Timmy did as instructed. There was something extremely sexy about hearing Monika give him a stern command. Of course, he had a tent in his pants the size of an Aztec pyramid, but something told him Monika wouldn't mind.

Monika shifted her position on the couch. She laid on her back, propping her feet up on the arm of the couch, ankles crossed.

"Get on your knees and continue."

"Yes Monika."

Timmy walked to the edge of the couch and got on his knees, his face now level with Monika's soles. The smell hit him immediately. This was the closest he'd been to them, and man did they smell strong. He got back to fondling them.

"Do you like the smell, Little Timmy? I decided not to wash them all week, just for you."

"Yes Monika."

"Haha, Little Timmy likes my stinky Füße! You really are a little pervert no?"

Monika bent her foot forward, squeezing Timmy's nose with her strong toes. Timmy let out a moan as his sense of smell was completely assaulted. It was wonderful.

Monika scooted forward, placing both of her meaty soles on Timmy face, enveloping it completely.

"Ah, Little Timmy, your face makes such a good rest for my feet. So warm, and I like feeling your breath between my toes."

Timmy couldn't really say anything. He placed his hands on the tops of Monika's feet, caressing the smooth skin and pushing her soles harder against his face as he huffed and puffed, trying to savor the heat and scent.

Monika took out her phone and silently snapped a picture of her pedicured feet resting on the boy's head. She put her phone away and removed one foot from Timmy's face. She pointed her toes forward and gently plunged her big and second toe into the boy's mouth. Timmy immediately began to suck on them, running his tongue over and between the bulbous digits, loving the difference in texture between the skin and nail.

"Mmm, you are great at sucking toes Little Timmy. I love how your warm tongue feels in between them."

Monika enjoyed having her toes sucked for a while, before removing her feet from Timmy's mouth and face.

"Get up and come here."

Timmy did as told, getting up and walking over to Monika's head. The lady reached for Timmy's crotch, unzipping his shorts. She then finagled with the fold in his boxers, until she freed his hard dick.

Timmy's cock bounced in front of the woman's face, who smiled at it.

"Sit back down over there."

Monika pointed to the other side of the couch. Timmy sat there, his erection now pointing straight up.

Monika immediately shoved one foot back in Timmy's mouth. She began stroking his cock with the other, causing him to shiver. Her warm foot felt so, so good on his member, especially with the perspiration. Timmy sucked Monika's toes excitedly as she stroked his dick with her foot.

Monika did this for a while, before pressing her sole against Timmy's shaft, squeezing the head of his cock with her powerful toes. Almost immediately after doing this, Timmy came. And boy did he come. His cock became a virile volcano, shooting semen all over Monika's toes, hisself, the surrounding furniture. He moaned loudly, though the toes in him mouth muffled them. He jerked around in pleasure.

Easily the best orgasm of his life.

Timmy closed his eyes and leaned back. He sat like this for a while, before leaning up again.

"T-thank you so, so much..."

He was still shaking, out of breath, and exhausted.

"Ah, it ist no problem Little Timmy! It was very nice having you worship my feet!

Monika was in the process of wiping cum off her toes with a tissue.

"I need to get going soon, or my mom will start to worry."

"Oh, that's all right Little Timmy, you can go."

Timmy tucked his pecker back in, zipped up, and stood. Monika stood up after him. She bent down and planted a kiss on the boy's lips. It wasn't a full out "kiss" kiss, like the kind two lovers might share, but it was a bit long for a simple peck on the lips.

"Come back here next week. Same time. Same day. This is not a request, es ist a command. Understood?"

"Yes Monika."

Timmy went home.

***

Later that night, when Timmy was getting ready for bed, he got a text. He saw that it was from Monika, and opened it. 

It was the picture she'd taken earlier.

The week went by as usual. Monika made regular visits to Timmy's house, chatting with the boy and his mother along the way. Timmy couldn't stop thinking about their meeting, nor could he suppress his excitement for the next one. Especially since he had no idea what she had in store for him. This was made worse by the Monika's nonstop teasing whenever Timmy's mom was not present.

For example, one morning, after his mother had gone to work, Timmy was fixing a sandwich in the kitchen, where Monika was cleaning.

"Ugh, meine Füße are so sore, little Timmy! If only I had someone to rub them for me."

"I can help with that."

"Ah, do not be silly Little Timmy. You must to go to school soon. Your fun with meine Füße will come soon, do not worry."

Monika was wearing the same pair of flats that she'd wore when Timmy first met her. He couldn't help but notice that she'd worn them every day since their meeting. Considering her choice of footwear was usually quite varied, Timmy figured that this wasn't a coincidence.

Monika walked closer to Little Timmy, imposing herself on the diminutive boy.

"I painted my nails again, just for you Little Timmy. Do you like them?"

Monika slid a foot out of its flat, lifting it upwards. Her nails had been pained a loud, vibrant hot pink. The smell was apparent immediately. It was even stronger than before, and Timmy could only imagine how overpowering it would be up against his face.

"Fuck, they're so sexy."

"Little Timmy! You must watch your language."

"Uh, sorry. But yeah, they're really hot."

"Aw, Danke Schön, Little Timmy, I knew you would like it!"

Monika wriggled her toes and placed her foot back in her shoe. She hugged the boy tightly, pressing his face into her warm bosom.

"And soon, they will be all yours."

Timmy spend the rest of the day sitting in odd positions, trying to hide the tent in his pants.

***

The day had come. Timmy and Monika had secretly coordinated everything via text, and Timmy was set to meet her in her apartment at 6:00 P.M.

"Hey Mom. I'm gonna go to over to Kayden's place to play some games, be back soon."

"Alright Honey, stay safe. Don't come back too late."

"I won't Mom."

Timmy started his car and began driving to Monika's apartment complex, having to force himself not to speed. He arrived and made his way up to her room, giving her door a hard knock.

"I am coming!"

After a few moments, Monika appeared, smiling down at Little Timmy. She was wearing a tastefully sexy black dress with no sleeves, along with the blue earrings that Timmy had returned to her. She'd done up her hair a bit and applied some subtle makeup to her face. Timmy looked up into the amazon's sapphire eyes, speechless.

"Wow... you look incredible."

"Aw, Danke Schön, Little Timmy! I wanted to look pretty for my special little guy."

Monika patted Timmy on the head, giving the boy a nice look at her smooth armpit.

"Come on in!"

Monika walked inside, Timmy following her. He looked down to see that she was still wearing those same brown flats.

Good god they must smell so ripe.

Monika walked Timmy over to the kitchen area, where her table was. She had placed two chairs and two plates on opposite ends of the table. On each plate was a steak, and next to them, a glass of sparkling water.

"Here, sit down Little Timmy. I want to get to know you better."

Timmy and Monika sat down at opposite ends of the table. Timmy folded his hands in his lap shyly, while Monika propped her head up on her wrists, elbows against the table.

"So tell me Little Timmy, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not? You are such a handsome young man! Ist it because you prefer a more mature woman?"

Monika squinted at Timmy with a mischievous grin. The boy squirmed a bit because, truth be told, he did appreciate milfs.

"Well, I think it's mostly because I'm short. Most girls like the tall basketball players and stuff."

"Ah, nonsense! Smaller boys like yourself are just as good as the tall ones. It makes you easier to cuddle with, like a little teddy bear!"

"Uh... thanks."

Timmy and Monika began eating their steaks.

"Wow, this is really good."

"I'm glad you like it Little Timmy! I made it especially for you!"

Monika slid her foot out of her shoe, and rubbed Timmy's leg with her toes from under the table, leaving behind a small mark of sweat. Timmy jerked in his seat as if she'd just poked him with a needle.

"Haha, you really do love my big feet, don't you Little Timmy?"

"Oh yeah. You have the feet of a goddess, for real."

"Aww, that ist so sweet of you mein Schatz! I spend a lot of time taking care of my feet, so it feels good to have them appreciated."

Monika and Timmy continued eating.

"Hey, Little Timmy."

"Yeah?"

"If you do not mind my asking, what are your religious beliefs?"

Timmy was caught off guard by the out of left field question.

"Well, my family is not particularly religious. We never really went to church or anything like that."

"Ok, good. So you will not be bothered if things get a little... occult?"

Timmy looked at Monika confused.

"I don't really understand what you mean?"

"Don't worry Little Timmy, you will soon."

The two finished their meal.

"That was really good, Monika. Thank you so much."

"Oh, no, thanks you Little Timmy, for keeping me company!"

Monika stood up and stretched.

"All right then, Little Timmy. Follow me and we will do what you came here to do."

Monika walked into her bedroom, Timmy following behind. Timmy couldn't help but notice how big her tight fitting dress made her ass look. Monika looked behind her, catching the boy ogling her large derrière.

"What do you think you are looking at, you little pervert!"

Monika laughed and Timmy cocked his head to the side, his face reddening.

The two walked into Monika's bedroom. It was nothing special; besides the unmade bed, bookshelves and closet, there wasn't much to be seen. Monika shut the door behind them and looked down at Timmy.

"Little Timmy, please be honest with me: do you like a woman who is bigger and stronger than you? Do you like feeling small in the presence of a powerful goddess?"

Timmy was a bit embarrassed by how on the mark Monika was.

"Yeah. I do."

Monica smiled at Timmy.

"I thought so." 

Monika walked over to her bed, squatted down, and pulled out a suitcase. She placed it on the bed and unzipped it, revealing a collection of bottles, each filled with a colorful liquid.

"What are those?"

"They are potions. I practice some witchcraft in my spare time."

Timmy cocked his eyebrow. He'd never been a believer in the paranormal, and was worried that his new friend might have a screw loose.

Monika pulled out a small vial filled with purple liquid. It looked like kool-aid.

"Here Little Timmy, take this and close your eyes. Don't worry, the effect is temporary. I'll tell you went to open them."

He was skeptical, but he would do anything on earth to get another chance to play with those feet. He took the bottle from Monika and downed the fluid. It was nasty, like medicine. He closed his eyes and waited.

"Ok, open."

Timmy opened his eyes. He was staring directly at Monika's midsection. This was strange, since he'd always been head-level with her chest. He cocked his head up and looked into Monika's face. She stared down at the boy, looking like a mighty empress.

"W-what's going on?!"

"You just drank a shrinking potion, Little Timmy. You have shrunken by a few feet."

Timmy was shocked. The witchcraft stuff was no joke, she really shrunk him. He'd come for a chance to play with Monika's feet, not to have his metaphysical perception of reality shattered.

"Now if you will excuse me."

Monika laid down on her bed, still wearing her flats.

"All right Little Timmy, come and claim your prize!"

Timmy walked to the edge of the bed where Monika's shoe clad feet lay. They were about the same elevation as his neck. He removed the shoes from her feet, discarding them to the side. He marveled at their new size as the smell hit his nostrils, making him moan and shiver. Timmy buried his nose in between her toes, inhaling the scent with all his might.

Timmy grasped one of her feet with two hands, caressing and massaging it.

"Mmmm, it feels so good to get a massage from my Little Timmy again. Are they to your liking?"

"Oh my god yes. They're even better than before."

Timmy lowered his head, sticking Monika's bulbous big and second toe in his mouth. He sucked on them with fervor, alternating between different toes on each foot. He'd been dying to pop these pink babies in his mouth since Monika showed him her new pedicure. Monika began to involuntarily wriggle and moan as Timmy sucked her toes, flexing and spreading them inside his mouth.

Monika then retracted her feet, sitting up on the bed. She wiped his saliva off on her sheets.

"Turn around and place your back against the bed."

Timmy did as his goddess commanded. Monika then scooted forward to the edge of the bed. She pulled up her dress, spread her legs, and wrapped her thick warm thighs around Timmy's small head. She applied some pressure, though not enough to cause true pain.

Timmy felt his cheeks and cranium being squeezed by the amazon's strong legs. He loved it.

"Does this feel good to you, Little Timmy?"

"Oh yes, Goddess."

Monika loved hearing her cute submissive call her Goddess. She began running her fingers through the head of hair between her legs. Jimmy began fondling her feet again, admiring her pedicure.

"I knew you would like being sandwiched between my thick thighs."

The two kept this up for a bit, without saying anything. Monika then spread her legs again, removing them from Timmy's head, and stood up next to the bed.

"All right mein Schatz, here comes the best part! Lie down on the bed."

"Yes Goddess."

Timmy laid down on his back, arms to his side. Monika crawled onto the bed, then stood on it. She walked over to Timmy, until she stood directly over his head, his head between her feet. He was now looking directly up her skirt. He could see Monika's ass in all it's glory. It was not only huge, but had a gorgeous curvature, as did her legs. She was wearing a black thong.

"Well Little Timmy, do you like what you see?"

"I love it, wow."

"Aww, Little Timmy likes mein Arsch, how cute!"

Monika placed her hands under her asscheeks, jiggling them up and down for Timmy.

"I suppose you would like a closer look at it?"

Monika squatted down. Her ass was now hovering mere inches from Timmy's face. It was so close he could feel it's heat and smell Monika's mature scent.

"Does it look better up close?"

"Yes, but I don't think it's close enough."

Monika laughed.

"Oh, you silly boy!"

Monika let go, lowering her full weight on Timmy. Her ass made a satisfying smack upon hitting the boy's face. His cheeks were now smothered by Monika's soft warm ass, his nose right in the crack.

Timmy moaned, which was all he could do since his mouth was covered.

"Oops, did I get perhaps a bit too close?"

Timmy kept moaning, inhaling Monika's smell, and caressing the sides of her ass and his hips with his hands.

"Your face makes a good little pillow for mein Arsch! We should do this more often."

Timmy showed his agreement via a thumbs up.

He felt Monika unzip his shorts, followed by a cool breeze hitting his hard cock. Monika started stroking Timmy's cock with her sweaty feet. She had an immense amount of skill. The pleasure made Timmy squirm, though his movement was very restricted.

Monika used her signature move, and that was it. She gripped tightly on the head of Timmy's penis with her toes, causing the boy to cum instantly. He tensed and bucked underneath her, heaving. He shot a load so huge, even Monika was impressed. She wriggled and spread her cum covered toes, admiring the number Timmy had done on them.

Monika got up off the boy, and off the bed. She returned to digging through her suitcase, and pulled out a vial of red liquid. Timmy laid on the bed, wheezing, eyes barely open.

"That... that was so amazing... thank you..."

"Ah, do not thank me Little Timmy, I had as much fun as you did! Here, take this and close your eyes."

Monika lifted up Timmy's head, pouring the antidote into his mouth the way a mother feeds her sick child soup.

"Ok, open."

Timmy opened his eyes. He was back to normal size. He got up, stretched, and gave Monika a big hug, which she reciprocated. Monika took a step back and kissed Timmy. Not a little peck, but a true blue kiss.

"I love you Little Timmy."

"I love you too, Monika."

"Thanks again, Monika. Be sure to text me later. I have to get home soon or my mom's gonna be worried."

"All right Little Timmy, auf Wiedersehen!"

Timmy turned to leave, but was grabbed on the shoulder.

"Take these with you. I will get them back the next time I visit your house. Have fun!"

Monika handed Timmy her brown flats. He smiled and left.

***

Timmy was in his room, playing Pokémon Scarlet when his door swung open unexpectedly. Monika stood in the doorway with a big smile on her face. She was wearing a white tank top with no bra, grey yoga pants, and black flats. She had with her a feather duster and a bottle of some cleaning fluid.

"Don't mind me darling, I am just doing a bit of cleaning!"

Yeah, right. At least his mom was away.

Monika walked directly in front of Timmy, blocking his view of the television. She turned her back to him, pretending to dust off his television. A smile formed on Timmy's face as he admired the view he was now getting. Monica's ass and legs looked amazing in the tight pants.

"Forget the game, I could look at this all day!"

Monika didn't respond. She only kept "dusting" and humming to herself until dropped the feather duster on the ground.

"Oops!"

Monika bent down to grab the duster, pressing her fat ass right against Timmy's face in the process. Timmy grabbed a hold of her muscular legs as he pushed his face deeper into her ass, savoring it's warmth and smell.

Monika picked up her feather duster and stood again.

"Oh, did I bother you?"

"Not at all."

The two laughed.

"Hmmm... I think there is one more place I need to clean." Monika went over to Timmy's bed, got down on all fours, and stuck her neck underneath. She stuck her ass up in the air, clearly on purpose. Timmy got up from his game and walked over to Monika's ass. He began to caress and squeeze Monika's big juicy ass cheeks, moaning to himself in pleasure. He gave them a nice satisfying slap, watching her fat ass jiggle.

"Getting a little handsy there, aren't we?"

The two laughed.

"Ah ha! I knew it!"

Monika crawled out from under the bed, holding in her hands the brown flats she'd given Timmy a few days prior.

"You betcha."

"So you would like to keep them I take it?"

"Of course!"

"Well then, beg me!"

Timmy got down on his knees.

"Please, oh please Goddess Monika, please let me keep your worn shoes for a little while longer!"

"Hmmm. I do not think mere vords are going to cut it. Demonstrate to me how much you love them."

Monika extender her arm forward, dangling the shoes in Timmy's face. Timmy immediately stuck his nose in the shoe, inhaling the thicksmell of leather and sweat.

snap

Timmy looked up to see Monika holding her cell phone. She'd just taken a picture of him sniffing her flats.

"This will make an excellent screensaver!"

Monika tossed the shoes back on the ground and Timmy put them back under his bed. He chuckled as Monika walked over to his "Zveech" and picked up a controller. She sat down on Timmy's bed, behind his back.

"I want to play Mario Kart again."

"Alright."

"I suggest that you try hard Little Timmy, because there will be consequences if you lose!"

Timmy saved his progress on Pokémon and loaded up Mario Kart. The two chose their racers and began.

Timmy took an early lead, but Monika was trailing him closely. Timmy focused intensely on the race until his concentration was broken bya weight being placed on each shoulder. From his periphery, he could see two black ovals.

Monika used Timmy's loss of concentration to her advantage, pulling ahead.

"Oh, what ist wrong Little Timmy? Is it because I am resting my feet on your shoulders?"

"It's gonna take more than that to beat me!"

Timmy brushed aside Monika's attempt at sabotage, and caught up with her. But Monika, not to be outdone, decided to take things a step further. She popped her heels out of her shoes, letting them fall to Timmy's side. Timmy now had to try and focus with both of Monika's bare feet resting on his shoulders, their smell assaulting his nose. He wanted desperately to look, but doing so would surely result in a loss.

Monika began caressing Timmy's cheeks with her warm feet and toes. Any will to resist he had left was crushed. Timmy put down his controller and turned around to caress and lick Monika's sweaty feet.

"Haha, it ist so easy to control you Little Timmy!"

It goes without saying that Monika won. She jerked her feet away from Timmy's face, depriving him of their joy.

"Little Timmy ist the loser, Little Timmy ist the loser!"

Monika got up and put her shoes back on.

"Ok Little Loser Timmy, stand up, it ist time for your punishment."

"Aw shucks!"

Timmy laughed and stood next to Monika. She lifted up her arm over Timmy's head and brought it down on him, smothering the boy in her sweaty underarm.

"Do not think that I have not seen you looking at mein armpit, you little pervert!"

Monika squeezed Timmy's head tighter as he basked in the wonderful mature scent. This continued for a few moments, until Monika removed her arm from Timmy's face. She smirked at the boy.

"Bet you are going to try harder next time, no?"

"What do you mean? Was that the punishment? I thought you were giving me a reward."

The two laughed together.

"I tell you vhat Little Timmy. We will play another game, and if you win this one, I will give you a big reward!"

"You're on!"

The two picked up their controllers. They were about neck and neck the entire race, but before she could cross the finish line, Monika "accidentally" swerved off to the side, giving Timmy his victory.

"Oops! I guess I will have to give Little Timmy his reward!"

Timmy stood up and turned around. Monika pulled off her tank top, revealing her bare breasts. They were huge, with milky white skin and puffy pink areolas. Timmy stared, flabbergasted, earning him a giggle from Monika.

"Well, vhat are you waiting for my love?"

Timmy walked up to Monika and lifted his hand, lightly groping her left breast. This was his first time touching a woman's chest, and he was amazed by how soft and smooth the skin was. He grabbed the other with his other hand. He then lowered his face into her cleavage. He loved how warm and soft her tits felt on his face as he inhaled the smell of her perfume. Monika grabbed the back of his head, pushing it in deeper.

Timmy cocked his head up to look at Monika in the eye.

"Thank you so much. This is the best reward I could have asked for."

"Oh, Little Timmy this is not your reward."

Monika motioned Timmy away and stood up. She pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

"Lie down on the bed, with your legs dangling off the edge."

Timmy did as told. Monika then got on her knees at the foot of the bed and grabbed the bottle of "cleaning fluid" from before. As it turns out, this was a bottle of olive oil all along.

Monika slathered her tits in the olive oil. She spread her tits apart with both hands, before clapping them together on Timmy's hard cock. The boy bucked in pleasure as his member was enveloped by Monika's soft, warm, and lubricated breasts.

Monika began to lift her breasts up and down, pulling them apart and slapping them together.
"Do you like your reward Little Timmy? Do you like meine Titten?"

Timmy answered in moans. Monika figured that this was a satisfactory answer.

Timmy came. A geyser of semen burst forth from Monika's cleavage, much of it shooting up into the woman's beautiful face.

"Oh, Little Timmy, you got my face dirty!"

Timmy didn't respond. All he could do was heave and moan. The orgasm was so intense, he'd actually fallen asleep.

Monika pulled up the boy's pants and tucked him into bed. She grabbed some tissues and wiped off the olive oil and cum from her face and chest. She looked over at Timmy's peaceful sleeping face, and took out her phone for another photo. She planted a light kiss on theboy's cheek, put her shirt back on, and left to clean the rest of the house.

***

Later that evening, Timmy got a text from Monika.

"hallo my little darling! i just wanted to let you know that i will be spending a week in germany this summer. i will be going alone, so if your mom is ok with it, i would love little company :)"

The text was followed by a series of winking emojis.

"i'll see what i can do"

Timmy went downstairs to the living room, where his mom was watching television.

"Hey Mom?"

"Yeah Honey"

"Uh... have you heard about Monika's trip to Germany?"

"Yeah, she told me about it today. I think she's going in a couple of weeks."

"Well, I was just going to ask... is it okay if I go with her?"

"What?"

"She said I could go if I wanted. Plus I've got some money saved and I'll be out of school by then."

Timmy's mom looked to the side in thought.

"I don't know Timmy, I worry about you going overseas like that..."

"Aw, come on mom! It's just a week. And Germany is a safe place, it's not like we're going to Syria."

Timmy's mom hesitated for a moment.

"Well, if it's okay with Monika..."

"Yes! Thank you so much!"

Timmy ran back up to his room, grabbing his phone to tell Monika the good news.

"she said I could come!!!!"

"we are going to have so much fun together mein schatz! :)"

A few weeks went by. Timmy made regular visits to Monika during that time, having all sorts of fun with her along the way. The trip to Germany was fast approaching, now less than a week away.

Timmy found it hard to sleep thinking about the trip. He was beyond excited, but nervous as well. He'd not been more than two states away from his hometown. Yet here he was, about to travel all the way to Europe. Three days before, he sent Monika a text.

"what should i bring for the trip how much money do i need"

A few minutes later, he got his response.

"you do not need money and you do not need anything i will take take of all that for you! :D"

***

The day had come. Timmy got up at seven, got dressed, and put a few things in his backpack. Monika arrived at nine. Timmy hugged his mother goodbye, and stepped out. He walked up to Monika's car, opened the passenger door and hopped in.

"Hallo my little darling!"

Monika was wearing a green sundress. She'd done her hair and makeup, and was absolutely stunning.

"Hey Monika. You look really beautiful today."

"Awww!!!"

Monika grabbed Timmy's cheeks and planted a big kiss on his lips.

"Not now, my mom might see you!"

Monika laughed and pulled out of the driveway, pushing her sandaled foot down on the pedals.

"So, we're headed to the airport?"

"No, first we are headed to my apartment. I need to pick some stuff up."

Timmy sat in the car, listening to pop music on the radio while Monika drove to her apartment. They arrived and made their way up to Monika's apartment. Timmy couldn't help but steal glances at Monika's sandaled feet, on which she'd gotten a new cherry red pedicure.

Monika led Timmy back into her bedroom and pulled out the suitcase of potions.

"All right Little Timmy. I am going to get you on the plane for free with the help of some potions."

Timmy didn't know exactly how this would be done, but he was certainly curious. He'd experienced firsthand that these potions were the real deal.

Monika dug through the assortment of capsules until she found the two she was looking for. One was a rather unassuming test tube filled with a clear liquid that didn't look dissimilar from normal water. The other looked like blood. She handed Timmy the blood colored one.

"This is a communication potion. It will let us talk telepathically. But do not worry, I can only hear the thoughts you want me to hear."

Timmy drank the stuff, making a face at how terribly bitter it was.

"All right Little Timmy, now I need you to close your eyes and drink this."

Monika handed Timmy the other tube and made a serious looking face.

"You must tell me right now that you will not panic when it takes effect. Ok?"

"Ok."

Timmy was beginning to get worried, but not enough to dissuade him from downing the liquid, which had a slightly acidic taste.

"All right. Open up."

Timmy was knocked off his feet by Monika's booming voice, which sounded like a speaker at movie theater. Before him he saw Monika's feet. Only thing was, they were huge. Yes, they were big before, but now they were big. Relative to Timmy, they were comparable to those of the Lincoln Memorial, the Statue of Liberty, or any other such monument.

Timmy, still laying on his back, began to tilt his head upwards. He saw above Monika's feet her two enormous legs. Monika was squatting, her knees spread apart. Timmy had a clear view of her crotch. She was wearing the same black thong as the day she sat on his face, or at least a very similar one. Really, this whole scene was a lot like that; only that if she sat on his face now, he wouldn't live to tell the tale.

Timmy marveled at the beauty of Monika's giant feet and legs when he heard her call for him from above. He looked up to see her looming face. She reached her hand down and picked Timmy up in her fist, like a monster movie.

"Are you okay Little Timmy?"

"Yeah."

Timmy's voice was so pathetically small, even he wanted to laugh at it.

"Good."

Monika looked relieved.

"Wait, how can you hear me?"

"Remember the communication potion?"

"Oh, yeah."

Timmy marveled at the size of Monika's bedroom from the soft confine of her fist. It was like being in a whole new world.

"Wow... I knew you could shrink stuff, but not this small..."

"Do not worry Little Timmy, you are safe. This is a necessary part of sneaking you onto the plane."

"So what are you gonna do, put me in your pocket? Or suitcase?"

"No, not quite. I want to make absolutely sure you aren't found. You never know when they'll search your stuff, especially a foreigner like me. Plus, ..."

A mischievous smile formed on Monika's face.

"...I want to have a little fun with you!"

Monika moved the hand that held Timmy behind her back. She hiked up her sundress, revealing her milky white ass to the boy. Upon seeing it, he knew exactly what she had in mind.

"Wait, no, you can't be serious!"

"Oh, I am certainly serious mein Schatz! You are going to have a nice stay in mein Arsch, and you are going to enjoy it!

Monika pulled back her thong, pushing Timmy into her asscrack with her finger. She let go of the thong with a snap, pinning poor Timmy against her asshole. Monika slapped herself on the ass to tease the boy.

"There, all better now! I hope you are warm and cozy my darling!"

Monika started walking back to her car. Timmy could feel his world being rocked by the mountains on both sides as she walked.

Now, to Monika's credit, she was very clean. But still, an asshole is an asshole, no matter how sanitary.

"Jesus Monika, is this really necessary?"

"Why of course darling, how else am I going to get you to Deutschland?"

Well at least the telepathic communication worked. Otherwise, Timmy really would be up shit's creek.

Monika made her way to her car and sat down in the drivers seat. The shifting of her ass cheeks stopped, but the weight increased, so there was no net benefit for Little Timmy.

As Monika drove, she began to sweat, only worsening things for Timmy.

"Are we at the airport yet?"

"Almost little one, almost."

Sigh.

Timmy heard a slight gurgling sound from above.

Oh no. Oh god no.

"Oh Little Timmy, please do not hate me for this! It must be done, I'm so sorry!"

Monika tensed up and unleashed a loud, dull fart right into Timmy's face. As far as flatulence goes, this one was far from terrible, but at Timmy's size and position it was brutal. He gagged and coughed ass the noxious gas encased his body.

"Jesus Monika, what the fuck?"

"I told you, I am sorry! There was nothing I could do!"

Timmy thought of making a joke about Germans and gassing people, but decided against it.

"All right Little Timmy, we are at the airport!"

Monika got out of her car and walked inside, going through all the usual procedures. As expected, all sorts of searches were done, but even airline security wouldn't stoop low enough to inspect her ass crack. She made it to her plane.

"Little Timmy, we are on the plane! We are on our way to Deutschland!"

"Wonderful. Wish I could have gotten a window seat."

"Oh, you!"

With nothing to do but sit there, Timmy closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, as did Monika. She awoke when the plane landed. She had made it back to Germany at long last.

Monika got up and exited the plane. It was only a short walk to the small hotel where she'd be staying.

As Monika walked, Timmy was rocked awake.

"Good morning sleepyhead!"

"What's going on? Are we there?"

"Yep!"

Thank god.

Monika found the hotel. She booked a room and went to locate it, carrying her luggage behind her. She made it to her room and shut the door behind her before reaching down under her dress and pulling Timmy out. He began breathing in the fresh air like it was in short supply.

"We are here Little Timmy! Did you have fun in mein Arsch?

"If you weren't so sexy, I'd be mad at you."

Monika laughed and set Timmy down on the nightstand.

"Time to get you back to normal."

Monika unzipped her suitcase and started digging. Suddenly, she cocked her head up, a grave expression on her face.

"Little Timmy..."

"Yeah?"

"I think I left the antidote back home."

"What?! You mean you left it back in your apartment?!"

"Ja."

Monika stared at the floor in shame.

"And you have none?!"

"Ja."

"And you can't make any?!"

"I do not have any of my alchemy schtuffs here, it would take longer than the vacation itself."

"Jesus fucking Christ Monika."

Monika began to weep softly. Her puppy dog eyes immediately got to Timmy. He just couldn't stay mad at her.

"Ugh, Monika... I'm sorry for lashing out at you."

"No, no I am sorry Little Timmy... this is all my fault."

"Hey, look on the bright side. At least I'm easy to feed now."

Monika laughed a little, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Speaking of that, got anything for me to snack on? I'm starving."

"Yes darling, give me a second." Monika unzipped one of her bags and pulled out a ham sandwich. She tore a little piece of ham and bread off, putting it on the nightstand for Timmy.

"Thanks."

Timmy chowed down on the scraps. They almost immediately filled his small tummy. Meanwhile, Monika was starting to get changed. She bent down and undid the straps on her sandals, kicking them off to the side. She pulled off her dress, now standing only in her black thong and bra, which was just big enough to hold her massive tits.

Timmy stared in awe at the goddess. The difference between him and her was almost unbelievable. This mighty being could easily snuff him out under her toes or ass, a thought that got Timmy a little too excited.

Monika saw Timmy ogling her in her underwear and cracked a smile. She strutted over to the nightstand on which Timmy stood, looking down at him. Her tits blocked the view of her face.

"Like what you see darling?"

"I guess that's one way to put it."

Monika turned around and slapped her ass, causing it to jiggle like ripples in the river. She then plopped her fat ass down on the edge of the nightstand, making sure not to sit on Timmy.

"Oops! Does mein Arsch still look good up close?"

"Even better."

Timmy walked up to the massive ass cheeks lying on the nightstand. Just by standing near them, he could smell Monika's scent and feel her ass's heat. He started to deliver a series of slaps, making her booty jiggle like bags of milk.

"Ah ha! Timmy, that tickles!"

Monika's stomach gurgled.

Oh shit, not again.

Timmy began to back up from Monika's rear.

"Vhere do you think you are going Little Man? I thought you loved mein Arsch?"

Monika got up and pinned Timmy down with her finger. She began to slowly lower her rump, closing it in on the boy like a meteor.

"Ah, Little Timmy! It looks like you have no where to go!"

Monika unceremoniously dropped her dump truck ass on the nightstand with a plop. She'd positioned herself perfectly. Timmy was pinned to the table from his legs down, with the rest of him being free.

Monika's stomach gurgled again, this time louder.

"No, Monika, please don't do this."

"Oh nein Little Timmy. You clearly adore mein Arsch, why would I want to separate you from it?"

Monika then tensed up and grunted as she unleashed a loud, rippling fart right into Timmy's face. It was even louder than she'd anticipated.

"Ugh, I was holding that in the entire plane ride."

Timmy began coughing something fierce upon having the awful gas blast him in the face. Though he was not a fart fetishist, he couldn't deny that being sat and farted on by a beautiful woman was arousing, especially when there was nothing he could do to resist.

Monika stood back up lifting her weight off of Timmy. She fanned the air in front of her nose upon sensing the smell. If only she knew what it was like for her little buddy.

Monika got back to getting changed. She slid on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a white t-shirt and black flats.

"Shtay right there Timmy, I'm going to be back soon."

Monika left the hotel. Timmy sat on the nightstand, waiting for the smell to dissipate. God damn that one was fierce.

***

A few hours later, Monika returned. She burst into the room with no warning. Timmy had fallen asleep, but woke up upon the giant's return.

"Oh Little Timmy~!"

"Oh Monika~!"

"I got you a gift Little Timmy!"

Monika stood proud over the nightstand, her hands on her wide hips.

"Well I don't see anything. What is it?"

Monika said nothing. She gently picked up the nightstand with Timmy still upon it, placing it at the foot of the bed. She laid down, placing her feet on the edge of the nightstand, ankles crossed.

"Ah, mein Gott, meine Füße are soooo tired! If only I had a little man to massage them for me!"

Monika began to pop her heel in and out of the shoe.

"Oh wait. I do!"

Monika kicked her shoes off. Timmy was now face to face with her bare soles, each about twice as tall as him. The smell was even greater at his size, so strong he almost had trouble breathing.

"Oh my god..."

"Come on Little Timmy, my feet need your massage. You do not want to know what happens if you disobey!"

Monika began to flex, wriggle, and scrunch her toes in an effort to intimidate the boy. By doing so, she showed Timmy his "present:" a new pedicure. Monika's toes were painted a pure white.

Timmy walked up to the peds and began rubbing his hands into the sweaty soles. Monika moaned, though Timmy suspected much of this was theater. It was doubtful she could feel much from Timmy's tiny hands.

"Keep it up Little Timmy!"

"Yes Goddess."

Monica bent one of her legs back, placing her toes on the edge of the nightstand.

"Kiss my toes Little Man."

Timmy walked over to Monika's white toes, planting big sloppy kisses up and down. Monika then took her other foot and raised it over Timmy's head. She spread her toes, then brought them down upon Timmy's head. She scrunched her toes together, clenching Timmy's noggin with her digits.

Monika lifted up her foot, bringing the boy with it. He kicked and writhed but could not break free as he was hung in suspension from his goddess's mighty toes.

The combination of smell, texture, and the psychological effect of utter helplessness made Timmy cum. His body tensed as he shot out a pathetic "load," doing so without even touching himself. The orgasm was so powerful the boy passed out cold.

Monika lowered Timmy's limp body back to the nightstand, allowing him to rest peacefully.

"Maybe I went a little far..."

Monika scratched her chin.

"Nah, he loved it!"

This was going to be an interesting vacation indeed.

When Timmy awoke from his post coital slumber, it was early in the morning. He was still on the nightstand at the foot of the bed, and Monika was still asleep. It took some time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but upon doing so, he noticed that she'd dragged the sheets upwards while sleeping, leaving her feet sticking out.

The gap between the bed and nightstand was small, small enough to be crossed with a well timed jump. Timmy landed on the soft bed, wobbling to catch his balance as he did. He was now standing before Monika's giant peds as the woman slept on her side in the fetal position. He began to rub his hands across the thick soles and soft skin of Monika's feet while she slept. Monika had taken a shower just before bed, so her feet didn't stink. If anything, the soap she used actually made them smell quite nice. Timmy was always up for Monika's "natural" smelling feet, but enjoying them while clean was a welcome change of pace. He began to lightly kiss her feet and toes, careful not to awake the sleeping titan.

Timmy could have easily blown his load right there, literally, but he decided instead to seize this unique opportunity presented to him. He walked past Monika's shapely ankles underneath the sheets. He now stood under the sheet, behind Monika's muscular calves. He ran his hands across the smooth, toned, freshly shaven legs. They looked amazing from this new angle. He continued up to her thighs, marveling at their size and beauty. The sheets had trapped much of Monika's body heat and scent.

Timmy turned his head to look at something he loved very, very much: Monika's big round ass. He was already very well acquainted with this masterpiece of nature, even at his small size, but this was his first opportunity to explore it freely. He approached and began rubbing his hand across the soft cheek, which was free from zits, wrinkles, bumps, or any other blemish. He took a nice big sniff, moaning to himself as Monika's feminine scent filled his lungs. He pressed his nose against that all too familiar black thong off hers, inhaling once more. The lad was so aroused he had to physically stop himself from beating his dick like it stole from him.

A thought popped into Timmy's mind. A stupid thought, a thought that no sensible man would entertain for a second. But, like so many other men, Timmy's judgement was impaired heavily upon having the blood from his brain flow into his other head. Timmy, reassured by Monika's soft breathing, pulled back the sleeping giant's thong.

Timmy and Monika had had all sorts of sexual encounters by this point, but they'd yet to fuck. Timmy was perfectly content worshiping Monika's feet and ass, but the thought of fucking her, or having her fuck him, floated through his mind now and again. He wasn't quite brave enough to propose it, and was waiting for her to bring it up. The only problem was that she wasn't doing that. I mean, it had to happen at some point, right? How many times could she get her feet and ass worshiped before she wanted Timmy to fuck her, or suck his dick, or anything else one might consider "sex?" It didn't help that Timmy was a virgin, and while this didn't really bother him, the idea was losing his virginity to Monika made the boy beyond happy. Even better if it was anal sex, since, if this hasn't been made obvious enough by now, Monika had one fine ass.

Timmy stood staring at Monika's asshole for several seconds, basking in the warmth and smell. He climbed up onto her cheek and stuck his hard dick into her rear. To say that Timmy was "fucking Monika in the ass" would have been an overstatement. He was barely penetrating her. She, however, was, without going into too much detail, somewhat experienced with butt stuff, and had a solid tolerance. Even if she was conscious, Timmy's "fuck" would have felt more like an itch than a proper shagging.

But it didn't matter. Timmy shook as the warm hole squeezed and flexed around his member. He moved it in and out, picking up the pace by the second. When he came he had to try very hard not to make any noise. While he didn't think Monika would be angry with him, explaining would have been too big a hassle. The load was big for him, but to a normal sized person it was more like precum than a true ejaculation. Timmy grabbed a hold of a sheet and wiped away the evidence of his shameful little deed.

Monika began to stir awake. It wasn't because of Timmy, though he was worried for obvious reasons. The titan swung her legs off the bed and went to the bathroom while Timmy scurried back to the nightstand, lying down as if nothing ever happened. From the nightstand, Timmy could see that the bathroom door was open and it's light was on, but Monika was outside of his field of vision.

He could hear the sounds of Monika grunting, followed by the sounds of a few farts echoing out from the toilet bowl. It didn't take a detective to figure out that Monika was in the process of taking a mean shit. Timmy watched and listened with an odd curiosity as Monika struggled on the throne. Maybe she ate something that disagreed with her, maybe she'd eaten too much, Timmy didn't know. But it wasn't often that you got to be somewhat present for something so intimate. Shitting is something we all do, though many seem to not like thinking about this, especially as far as pretty ladies are concerned. It really was a shame he couldn't see her, but maybe that was for the best. Timmy couldn't help but imagine how she must look struggling to excrete the waste from her body. What her beautiful face might look like as she pushed a shit several times his size out from between her curvaceous cheeks.

The moaning and grunting continued for a while. She would even occasionally mumble something in German. Timmy couldn't understand it, but it sure did sound sexy. Timmy then heard a couple loud splashes come from the bathroom. Monika let out a prolonged sigh before flushing. She got up to clean her self, cut off the light and laid back down.

Timmy sat back and thanked his lucky stars that he'd already had his fun with Monika's ass, because he certainly wouldn't have done it now.

The next morning, Timmy was awoken by sunlight pouring in from the windows. Monika wasn't there. Timmy hadn't heard her say that she'd be going out, so this came as a surprise.

Timmy decided to use this opportunity to do a little exploring, as much exploring as he could do at his size at least. He jumped onto the bed, the imprint of Monika's body still visible. He walked along the Monika-shaped indent in the bed, sniffing that familiar smell he loved so. It wasn't as good as the real deal, but it would do. 

Timmy peered over the edge. For him it was far, very far. The thought of getting down there seemed ridiculous, but Timmy's better judgment was perverted by the brown flats lying next to the bed. Surely there was someway he could get down, right?

Monika was a rather active sleeper, and didn't particularly care about keeping her bed made in the morning. As a result, one of the sheets had a corner touching the ground. Timmy debated with himself whether or not he was really going to do this, before sighing. He grabbed onto the sheet and lowered himself down, legs hanging off the side of the bed. He began to climb down, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles hurt. He made it close to the floor and let go, just barely landing on his feet. The boy gathered his breath and turned to look at Monika's shoes.

He wasn't even in them yet, and the smell was already assaulting his nostrils. This was going to be good.

Timmy hoisted himself over the walls of the flat, landing inside on his back. He was now lying directly on the warped insole. He ran his fingers cross the indents of Monika's feet and toes while he pressed his face against the shoe, inhaling the smell of Monika's mature peds the way a fiend inhales coke. This wasn't the first time he'd had his fun with these shoes, but this was the first time he'd done so at this size. The sensory assault was almost mind breaking.

Timmy was so enthralled, he failed to notice the sound of the door opening, followed by the thundering sound of foot steps and the slap of Monika's sandals.

"Oh Little Timmy, Mein Schatz, I'm back! I have something for you! Little Timmy?"

Monika became concerned upon seeing the vacant nightstand.

"Little Timmy? Vhere are you mein love?"

Monika decided to go looking for him, but first, she wanted to put on a different pair of shoes. She kicked off her flip flops and slid one foot into an empty brown flat. She then put on the other shoe, which she only thought was empty.

Timmy was knocked out of his reverie by a battering ram of large white toes. He yelped, though this yell was muffled as he was jammed into the toe section of the shoe by Monika's colossal digits.

Monika felt some sort of lump in her shoe. Assuming this was an insect, she proceeded to kick off the flat and rapid fire shout all sorts of German profanities. She then squatted down on her haunches to inspect what had invaded her footwear. It all clicked into place upon seeing little Timmy lying face down on the floor. Monika laughed.

"Oh, Little Timmy! I should have known better than to leave you alone with meine shoes!"

Monika picked up the boy, who was still shook by almost being asphyxiated by those feet that he loved so much. Monika stood up and placed Timmy back on the nightstand. She was holding a plastic bag on her arm, which had some writing Timmy couldn't read.

"Little Timmy, I got something I think you and I will both like very much."

Monika pulled out of the bag a necklace. It was silver, with a thin chain. On the end was a small birdcage. Monika place the cage on the table and opened the door with her fingernail.

"Get in my darling! We are going to have fun today!"

Timmy walked inside the cage. Monika then shut it and latched the door firmly in place. She gently picked up the necklace and put it around her neck, letting the cage snuggle between her cleavage, which was quite visible from the dress she was wearing. Timmy was surrounded on both sides by Monika's warm and sweet smelling skin.

"Well, how do you like it?"

"It's nice."

Monika laughed, her strong voice sending pleasant vibration's throughout Timmy's body. He sat down in the cage, listening to the relaxing thump of Monika's beating heart. He'd never felt so safe in his life.

Monika left the apartment stepping out onto the streets of the small town. It was a pretty place, with an "old world" feel. The buildings were mostly old, but there were some more modern ones to spice things up.

Monika got out her smartphone and called for an Uber, which arrived shortly thereafter. She got in the backseat and gave the directions in German to the driver, who was a pretty college aged woman. Timmy couldn't understand anything they were saying, but hearing Monika speak her native language was really attractive. He considered that maybe he shouldn't have deleted Duolingo after all.

After about fifteen or so minutes, Monika and Timmy were taken to a larger building in a more urbanized area. Monika paid, left the vehicle, and walked inside. It was a movie theater, though a rather small one. Monika bought a big bucket of popcorn and a ticket. She gave the ticket to the shy teen boy at the front, and walked into the room showing the film she wanted to see.

The room was mostly empty. Monika got a seat far away from the other moviegoers.

"I have been really excited for this film Little Timmy! This series is very gut, I hope you like it!"

The lights dimmed and the movie began. It was a low budget superhero film. Because he didn't speak the language, Timmy couldn't follow the story perfectly, but he could get the gist from the visuals alone. It was painfully corny in all respects, from the acting to the special effect. He now understood why the theater was so empty.

But, despite the quality of the film, at least one viewer was enjoying themselves. Within minutes, Monika was completely absorbed into the story. She would mutter under her breath at the dramatic events, and her heart would practically beat out of her chest at the "tense" scenes. 

Between the so-bad-it's-good display being put forth on the silver screen, and Monika's antics, the movie's 110 minute runtime went by fairly quickly. The film ended, the lights came on, and Monika got up from her seat.

"Wow, Little Timmy, wasn't that film so amazing!"

"Yeah. It was just great."

Monika didn't pick up on the sarcasm. She called another Uber to take her and Timmy to their next destination. While waiting for it, Monika began to subject Timmy to a long, in-depth explanation of her favorite movie series. The reader should be grateful that they, unlike little Timmy, are not going to have endure it.

Monika's ride showed up and she climbed into the backseat. She gave her instructions to the driver and was delivered promptly to the destination. It was a small Italian restaurant. She walked inside, the smell of the food hitting her and Timmy's noses immediately. An ambiance of soft music, clattering plates, and chatting patrons enveloped the establishment.

Monika walked up to the lady at the front counter and booked a table for one. The restaurant was only moderately busy, and Monika was taken to her seat without having to wait. She followed behind the young waitress, who was walking a bit too fast to be followed comfortably. Monika sat at her table, opened her menu, and ordered her food. Timmy couldn't understand anything.

While waiting for her meal, Monika carefully opened the cage on her necklace, depositing Timmy into her hand, and then onto the table before her. She had her elbows on the table, head in her palms, grinning down at the boy. She kicked her feet back and forth under the table excitedly.

"Monika, what are you doing? Aren't people going to see?"

"Ah, no one is looking at us darling! Besides what would they do?"

Timmy was nervous of potential onlookers the entire meal.

"Are you hungry Little Timmy? The food should be here soon."

"Well, I guess I could eat. Especially since you hogged all the popcorn earlier."

"Hey!"

Monika said out loud, pinning Timmy against the table with her finger.

"Hey, stop that! It was just a joke!"

Monika then covered Timmy with her palm, completely surrounding him with darkness. The waitress had returned with Monika's drink and food.

"Danke Schön!"

The waitress nodded at Monika and went on. Monika retracted her hand, giving Timmy back his sight. On the table before him was a plate. A plate full of... something. It looked like a big mess of sauce and other ingredients. It smelled pretty good, though.

"What is this stuff?"

Monika replied with the name of some Italian dish Timmy had never heard of, and one he certainly couldn't pronounce.

"Uh-huh..."

Monika placed a napkin in front of her plate and put a small piece of the dish on it. Timmy grabbed a hold and took a bite. It was surprisingly good. Not something he'd eat often, but still pretty decent.

"Hey, this isn't bad."

"I know right? I knew you would enjoy it Darling!"

Monika swallowed a chunk of the food and downed it with a swig of red wine. It was fascinating for Timmy to watch her long, strong neck swallow chunks of food as large as him. 

Timmy found it better to not dwell on this.

"Mmmm, this wine is delicious!"

Monika downed her glass, asking the waiter for another, and then another.

"Uh, Monika, should you really be drinking so much?"

"Ah, hush Little Timmy. I know my tolerance."

Timmy cocked his head back down and kept eating. Monika, meanwhile, started to devour her food quickly, while little regard for table manners. She finished her plate and downed her wine, letting out a very unladylike burp in the process.

"Monika! People are gonna look."

"You know what you little schtinker?"

Monika said out loud as she stood up and pick Timmy up in her fist. Their waitress was nearby. Monika told her she was going to the bathroom, before walking away from her table into the ladies' room. She wnt into a stall and brought her arm behind her back, hoisting up her dress. She peeled back her thong and placed Timmy between her cheeks, before letting go. The black thong now held Timmy firmly in place.

"How do you like that, huh? If you want to be so critical!"

"Ugh, Monika, what the fuck. You're drunk. Please go home."

"Vhat was that little man? I cannot hear you from up here."

Monika said as she slapped each of her ass cheeks, rocking Timmy back and forth. She strutted out of the bathroom, paid for her meal, and left. It was begging to get dark out, and Monika drunkenly called an Uber. It arrived and she got in the backseat, slurring her words as she gave directions to the driver.

"Oh Jesus, another drunkard."

The young man muttered to himself in an Irish accent.

"Hey, watch it! I schpeak English too you know!"

The driver said nothing, being visibly shook. He drove for a while as Monika slouched back in her seat, rubbing her full belly. About halfway through the trip, Monika unleashed a mean fart out of nowhere. It was loud and muffled from the seat.

"What the fuck, lady, you couldn't have waited until you got home?"

The driver said as he fanned the air in front of his nose.

"Maybe you should not have insulted me!"

But as bad as it was for the driver, it was much, much worse for the shrunken boy in Monika's underwear. This was not Timmy's first time being assaulted by Monika's gas, though, so Timmy was kind of used to it. Kind of.

Monika popped off her flats and kicked her bare feet up on the compartment between the two front seats.

"Ah, meine Füße are so tired! I need to get Little Timmy to massage them for me."

"Ugh, what the fuck are you doing? Please don't put your stinking feet up here! And who the hell is Timmy?"

"He is my boyfriend and he is way, way, way cuter than you!"

Boyfriend? Timmy's ears perked up. He figured it was probably just the alcohol speaking.

The car arrived at the hotel. Monika put her shoes back on and left, slamming the door behind her. Had she not been so inebriated, she would have left one more scathing review.

Monika stumbled back to her hotel room, kicked her shoes off, and plopped herself down on the bed. Within moments, she fell asleep. Timmy was still trapped in her underwear, and would prefer not to spend the night here, for various reasons. It took some work, but he managed to free himself from Monika's cruel oven, hopping onto the bed.

Timmy took a step back to look at Monika's giant sleeping form. She was snoring like a farm animal, truly out cold. He walked down her legs until he made it to her feet. She'd worked up quite a sweat from the day's activites, and her peds were coated with a thin layer of sweat. A mature scent and heat pulsed off them as well.

Timmy ran his fingers across Monika's sweaty soles as he pressed his face against the skin, inhaling deeply. Before long, he blew his load on her toes. He wiped it away with the bedsheet before lying his back against her high arches. Then, he too fell alseep.