...began to unzip her boots!

You were terrified "Not even here can I escape feet?" You asked yourself, rhetorically.

Charlie reached the zipper of her black boots. She had light blue nail polish "Your name was Samuel, right?" She asked.

"Ye-yes" You muttered, full of fear.

"So you can talk..." She replied, a little bit irritated "Can I call you Sam?" She asked.

"Ye-yes, o-of course" You answered, trembling.

"Ok, Sam..." She started "To sum up your situation, I'm your new goddess, OK?"

You looked at her in both fear and confusion "What does she mean?" You asked yourself

"Now you're part of the Giantess Society" She said, knowing your thoughts "This society expects me to fuck you both conventionally and with my feet. One of the two objectives of this union is to provide new members to our empire, but this is only one objective, right?"

She continued, kneeling on one knee with her right hand on the zipper of her right boot:

"The second objective that we, the individual females have is simply, to **** you. And how do we do it, you may ask?" You knew that you weren't going to like the answer.

"The answer is feet worship. Right that, feet worship, as simple as that. You may think it's strange but there is nothing more pleasurable to our kind than seeing an squirming wimp like you pampering our putrid peds"

"Did I mention they were putrid? Ahh, how silly... You may have smelled feet in your home planet, right? How else would you have developed such a strong hatred of feet" She continued.

"I see it in your eyes, yeah. The mere mention of feet makes your stomach churn. But you have no right to be repulsed of that feet you have experienced"

"My feet can sweat over 5 liters of sweat every minute. Do you know how much sweat is that? You humans need only 2 liters of water every day to stay healthy" She was making sure that you understood everything.

"And the toe jam! How could I forget... I can assure you, Sam, that you would rather eat the most putrid piece of shit that to eat a morsel of my toe jam. It's like tasting all my feet if I would have to describe it..." You were grossed out by Charlie's words.

"But let's stop presentations, I could be all day explaining to you how gross my feet are and you wouldn't even be a little bit prepared to endure them" She concluded.

"Let's just say that I was kind enough to wash my feet ten minutes before entering this room and put on new boots, which I don't think will be of use since my feet sweat even more inside these ovens" She stopped talking.

Finally, she opened the zipper in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, a putrid stench reached your nostrils.

You trashed and squirmed in repulsion! It was the most intense smell of feet you had experienced. It was cheesy, with vinegary hints but 90% cheese you would say.

And not a soft scented cheese of course. It was so foul and aggressive you knew nothing on Earth, no matter how rotten, could even try to compare to this.

It was a chemical weapon, a gorgonzola-eppoises flavored one. Even though they smelt very very different, it was preferable to stuff your head in a bad kept toilet than to smell that cheesy reek one more second.

You didn't knew why you weren't passing out, as no person on Earth, no matter how tough, would be able to withstand that tortuous stench without blacking out in painful screams.

But you didn't have time to evaluate your current ordeal. Your instincts kicked in and you tried to move away from the stink, even when its intensity left you powerless.

You crawled and crawled away from Charlotte, but a light press of the index finger of her left hand made you unable to move.

"Sam, if you try to go away from me I can catch you in a matter of seconds and you will get punished" She explained "I will forgive you this time but the next one you will get very close to my feet" She threatened in an oddly gentle tone.

Then, she relieved the pressure from you. You looked at her eyes "God, she's precious, like a supernatural being" You thought.

But the stinging reek made you came back to Earth (Or whatever place you were at). You couldn't help but cry from the potency of her foot, even when Charlie only unzipped one boot.

"Good, keep that behavior" She said as you obeyed her. Then she reached her left boot and she unzipped it slowly.

Both boots were opened at this point but she didn't removed them. The increase in the smell, however, was too much for you as you started to cry from repulsion as you were trembling with fear.

Charlotte sat down, with her booted feet pointing at you, no more than three meters away.

Although her legs were fully stretched, she was able to reach her feet with her hands with ease, showing up her flexibility.

"Be ready because these are going to be your playmates forever and ever" She concluded.

In that moment, she removed both boots at the same time, with such **** than the enormous pieces of footwear flied onto the wall and bounce to reach the floor. She didn't need them anymore...

You looked at her feet. They were huge! Easily 3.3 meters. Even more they were disgusting! The smell in the room became unbearable.

You couldn't remain sitting and you fall down in your back and began to squirm. You couldn't catch a glimpse of her foot to your fortune.

Both feet were red from the heat inside the boots. Sweat was puddling in the floor, most of which came from the boots but a small portion being added periodically by her drenched soles, both of which were oozing the nasty liquid.

The shape wasn't awful though. For a giantess of her age, Charlie's feet were a little bit petite, probably a size 7 in a normal woman. They were soft, quite meaty and youthful, fitting for the looks of their owner.

They were short and they were quite wide, giving them a somewhat cute appearance which was enforced by the toes, not very long yet very pudgy. They had light blue nail polish, just like her fingernails.

Nonetheless, both feet were covered in a slimy and thick layer of oily sweat, much of which was forming sickening threads of sweat in between her toes.

In that same place, in small quantities, a disgusting orange-yellow goo was lining the skin over the webbings, forming foul little speckles across her toe cleavages.

If you were in Earth, you would have beaten a record. You spent five entire minutes just gagging and retching violently, so nasty they were her feet.

While you were doing so, Charlie said, sarcastically: "How cute, love at first sight..."

Then, she started to wiggle her toes enhancing the smell and making new sweat strings form, stirring your stomach.

The stink reached a level that made you think of nothing else. All your thoughts were emptied and substituted by foot stench.

Then, Charlie said: