The sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud anywhere to be seen. Birds flew in great numbers across the sky and an abundance of life could be seen all the way up to the rocky mountain tops in the distance. The scene was picturesque, like that of a postcard, and it always pleased everyone who set eyes upon it.

It was here, at the foot of the mountains, on a huge swad of grassland, where a woodcutter resided in isolated, but ordinary looking cottage. The man’s life as a woodcutter limited his interaction with other people, as it meant that he needed to spend lots of time gathering pine in the nearby mountains just like his parents before him.  However both the man’s parents died when was entering his teen years, so for much of his life the man lacked any guiding figures and as a result, he became feral. Fortunately, even though the man didn’t go to school, his parents started teaching him how to become a woodcutter shortly before they died so he was still able to live a reasonably decent life from selling surplus wood.

Many would agree that the man was a lonely, though he would always argue that he was reasonably content with his life. The man’s life could have been so much different however, as some of his early customers sympathized with him, but he felt living with someone else would make him a burden, so whenever people asked him he tried to put on a brave face. Deep down however, the man was quite sad at living alone, although he would never admit it. Consequently, the man grew to learn to do everything alone, only interacting with people when they came to collect his surplus wood just as they did with his parents.

The man knew that if he wanted to lead a more socially active life he could have easily moved to the village just over the horizon and build himself a new house there, but, he was scared of what people would think of him. It was like he didn’t want to escape the wall he built around himself. Eventually the man decided he needed someone to steer him away from his errant ways. The man decided he would call the god Zeus to give him a queen. A queen, because if she was pretty enough, him being a man would make him more inclined to listen to her than even a charismatic king. Even though the man was now willing to be taught he wouldn’t accept anything other than a queen as his idea of a king, unlike a queen, was of a wicked tyrant who rarely listened to his subject, this notion stemming from the books his parents read to him as a child. So without further ado, the man called upon the great god Zeus and he asked him if he could have a queen to direct him, in other words, keep him from getting sidetracked.

“Honourable Zeus, I would like a queen so that I may be guided and not lead astray,” the man shouted.

“Are you certain about this? It’s a very odd request,” Zeus responded.

“I am sure.”

Without saying another word, Zeus gave the man what he thought he wanted. A shower of various beans dropped out of the sky. At first the man was startled. The man hid inside his home until the shower stopped, unsure of what to make of the strange phenomenon. When the shower ended the man stormed outside to demand an explanation from Zeus.

“Zeus, I asked for a queen!” the man shouted with great anger.

“Oh, I thought you asked for beans,” he replied from his home in the heavens.

“I only asked for a queen, one queen and nothing more. Is that too much to ask for?”

“No I can do that. Here is your queen.”

Suddenly a large bee appeared before the man.  It immediately started to fly over to him, possibly to sting him, so he ran back into his house, wanting to stay well away from it, it being a rather ominous looking insect. The man peeked through a window to check if it disappeared. Unfortunately for him, the bee was still there, buzzing around aimlessly, but despite that fact he soon managed to muster up the courage to go outside and speak to Zeus once more. The man went to the other side of his house and as he did Zeus spoke again.

“What is it this time?” Zeus asked, beginning to sound more impatient, “I have given you your queen. Why don’t you collect some pollen or build it a home?”

“No Zeus, I want a proper queen. Not a mere insect!” the man yelled.

“Fine,” he huffed, “This time I won’t disappoint you.”

“Thank you Zeus.”

Suddenly the man was transported to what was a huge devoid room, with a ceiling that must have seemed hundreds of meters high to him. The man found himself next to a small round table and a couple of chairs, these being the only things that could be seen, besides the walls of the place. On the table there was simply a glass of water and a plate with a small loaf of bread on it. Before sitting down the man took a moment to look around the dimly lit room at the darkly coloured walls. As the man continued to study the room, Zeus suddenly began talking to him again.

“So here you are; this will be your new home from now on. Unless of course, you manage to escape, but I can’t honestly say you’ll be able to get out alive. The queen you requested lives here too, that’s why this place is so big. You are much lower down in the hierarchy than her. In fact, here, you’re at the very foundation of that hierarchy and she is at the apex. That constitutes her being a queen. so remember to show your queen a great deal of respect, and when in her presence, unless she tells you otherwise, be polite and look towards the floor to show your submission to her, if you savour your life that is, as that’s what she prefers. She your queen after all, and she is in charge, so even if you don’t get to see all of her body, you must do as she pleases. Oh, and I should mention she’s not much of a talker, anyway enjoy your meal, hopefully it won’t be your last,” he said in a stern tone.

As soon as Zeus stopped talking the man sat down to begin to eat his meal, eager to meet his new queen. The man couldn’t seem to understand what Zeus meant when he hoped this meal wouldn’t be his last however, because he remained blissfully ignorant as he started his meal, most likely trying not to think too hard about what Zeus just said, and without second thought, he took the first sip of his drink. After that the man started to nibble on the bread. As the man ate the bread, he smiled, finding it to be much better than what he was used to making at home which surprised him. From his expression one could clearly see that the man thought it was some of the finest bread he ever tasted.

The shock of the taste of the bread was nothing, compared to the astonishment the man got when his queen suddenly appeared before him, through a door which appeared to be just another section of wall moments earlier. Before him were two massive female feet, her toenails painted in shiny red paint. His queen’s grandeur easily dwarfed even the man’s cottage, a fairly respectable one by his fellow countrymen’s standards. The man’s jaw suddenly dropped as he looked across towards silky bronzed skin of his queen’s toes in complete awe. The sight of such beauty, more than the man could aspire to cope with, made him stop eating, at least for the moment, while he decided how he should greet his queen.

Already lost in admiration for his queen, despite not having seen any part of her body above her ankle yet, the man’s now wide eyes began to slowly move upwards from his queen’s ankles to her shin, and finally the glossy skin of her robust thighs. The man then stopped for a second to stare at his queen’s plain black thong, immediately noticing the smooth skin of his queen’s, if only very slightly, overhanging belly. Yet despite being curvy, his queen was vigorous, and there were no noticeable creases or wrinkles anywhere on her body, suggesting a healthy weight. As the man’s gaze was about to reach the main section of his queen’s stomach, she placed her hands on her hips and moved her foot across the floor and upwards slightly, as if about to crush him, to attempt to block his view. Forgetting what Zeus said, the man moved his head in between his queen’s toes to try to get a better view of the rest of her body. When he did, his queen forced her foot down onto the table in front of him in a show of force, her big toe just missing him by about a millimetre. The man lurched backwards, instantly coming to the conclusion his queen’s sudden act of aggression was a warning sign to him.

His queen reaffirmed her foot’s position on the debris by grinding them forcefully. The man looked across in horror as his queen began to tap her foot impatiently. It was obvious that all of a sudden the idea of having a queen didn’t seem like such a pleasant idea for the man as he thought it was going to be. The man tried to peer under his queen’s big toe, desperately hoping the bread survived her abrupt show of superiority. As the man looked around his queen’s toes, she grew ever more impatient, tapping her foot harder on the rubble.

“I really want to go back home!” yelled the man.

“You were the one who wanted a queen. I didn’t force you,” said Zeus suddenly.

“What should I do?”

“Do something to please her perhaps? Bow down to her maybe? Show her you admire her.”

The man gradually moved forward towards his queen’s big toe. When he did, she stopped tapping. Seeing an opportunity, the man leaned over to kiss his queen’s foot.  After which, he quickly staggered backwards and when he did, his queen steadily moved her foot up and away from him, now using it to point to a section of wall which the man instantly walked in the direction of. Once there, his gigantic queen turned and walked to his new position, her vast shadow and towering body blocking what little light there was in the room. Freighted of what his queen might have planned for him, the man placed himself firmly against the wall, holding his hands up high. At that moment, a section of floor below the man started to slowly rise upwards, eventually causing his head to become level with his queen’s belly button. The man glanced at the colossal pothole that was his queen’s belly button momentarily, before trying to look downwards to the floor, probably not because he was doing as he was instructed by Zues, but because he wanted see how high up he was. However, his queen was so close to the raised platform that her waistline blocked his view of what was directly beneath her, so he instead walked slowly backwards so that he was touching the wall again, and gasped in amazement at his queen’s titanic body. She on the other hand, remained silent while the man quietly studied the lower half of her body.

“This doesn’t look good,” the man said to himself.

His queen, now adamant that the man would have no chance of escaping, pointed to him, then to an area of skin near to her belly button. In that hand his queen held a blindfold just the right size for him. She used her other hand to rub the skin around her belly button enthusiastically. The man looked at his queen’s rub her hand in sheer terror guessing that his queen was about to eat him. His queen then trusted herself against the platform with her waist, pinning the helpless man firmly against the wall with her belly, careful however not to squish him. The man, now panting heavily, looked upwards, hoping to get a glimpse of his queen’s face, though it was worthless. Her chin and lengthy black hair blocked any hope of the man determining his queen’s reaction to his renewed fear and also her otherwise exposed second set of eyes, which unfortunately for him, were the reason his queen habitually kept her head held high, rarely needing to look downwards, often using her second set of eyes instead of her primary pair as much as possible in order to gauge her surroundings, not that she could move her head that much anyway, being so close to the wall.

With the man securely in place, his queen forced his head against her belly with her finger, whilst making sure to keep the rest of his body pressed hard against the wall, taking the blindfold from her hand as she did, wrapping it tightly around the head of the struggling man who managed to bite her finger in the process. With little difficulty nevertheless she tied it, and swiftly grabbed the man before he could do anything about it. Before long, the man could feel the gentle breathing of his queen all over his body. His queen could feel his breathing too; moreover she could feel his tiny heart beat rhythmically, and at a fast tempo, as she held onto him tightly. Even with the blindfold on it was clear to the man was near her lips. He gulped and muttered his final words.

“This is the end,” the man said to himself.

To make sure the man couldn’t remove his blindfold his queen placed her finger where the knot was. Still, the man tried desperately, but to no avail. Realizing his resistance was futile the man then suddenly stopped moving. Quickly noticing his apparent surrender, his queen brought the man closer to her lips. She kissed him and then opened her mouth to position him on her tongue...