Before she could fully appreciate her more than pleasant transformation, Mary, or rather the goddess, hears a pair of footsteps heading up the stairs to her room. Mary's boyfriend, Jason, is here as usual, paying his petite girlfriend a visit when her parents aren't home.
Yet today he is not getting their usual lovey-dovey chit chat session. Before he even got to the bedroom door he smelled something odd. Something like musk or a foot odor. Strange.
He opens the door and instinctively just walks inside, however, when he looks forward, instead of his little Mary, he finds a gorgeous, curvy, voluptuous Egyptian amazon just sitting on his girl's bed. She even flashes him a smile as if she's been expecting him!
Jason could not believe his eyes. There is not a single flaw he could find on her body: from her hair and beautiful face, across her large breasts, wide hips, and killer thighs, all the way down to her big feet. This tall, bronze-skinned dream of a woman is smiling at him and beckoning him near. He feels like he has no choice. The gaze of her dark eyes left his knees weak. He steps closer to the entrancing woman.
"Welcome, mortal." She greets him. "I am just in need of someone to make the new beginning of my rule more pleasant." She muses as she lies down on the bed, which is to small to fit her entire frame and leaves her feet hanging far from the edge. She then orders him.
"Stand by my feet."
He dares not disobey this lady no matter how sweet and gentle she may look. There is an aura of sternness surrounding her. He does as he is commanded. He is now standing right at her feet and then notices that the smell he'd noticed and keeps smelling is the odour of her feet. But he doesn't mind. Secretly he has a foot fetish, but is not sure about being open about it, even to his girlfriend. Nevertheless, those feet, those huge sweaty peds that easily dwarf his, look gorgeous, especially with all of the neat jewelry on it.
"Now rub my feet." The goddess demands.
"I-I'm not sur-" He tries to protest but is quickly shut down with a massive, soft sole planted on his face. The foot easily engulfs his entire face and the thick long toes curl over his head, sending a clear message. She pushes her other foot into his chest, forcing him to grab it with both hands. She pulls the foot off of his face slowly, and puts it back down. A whiff of her sweaty foot and a stern look is a clear enough message. He does not want to anger this goddess. So, he starts digging his thumbs into the doughy skin and kneading the caramel-coloured sole, prompting a sigh of pleasure and relief from his goddess.
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