[Original author: Power and Lust]

Suddenly Vivienne was shaken from her reverie by a tremendous clamor. The rubbery wall began shifting, rising before her, impossibly fast to a creature of her pathetic size. She fell backwards onto her ass to avoid being overrun by the gigantic shoe that could crush her so easily.

Looking upwards, FAR upwards, she saw that Trevor had placed the heel of one shoe onto the toe of the other. The rubbery mass creaked and groaned like an old ship as his massive toes flexed. He was taking off his shoes! With a lurch, the socked heel slid outwards. He dangled the shoe there for a moment...and then it fell.

Viv suppressed a scream as the sky fell above her. She instinctually ducked and covered her head in a futile effort to protect herself, or at least to shield her eyes from the terrifying sight. Moments later, an earth-shattering BOOM shook her tiny form, ringing in her ears and collapsing her further to the ground. More shuffling, then another BOOM as the other shoe dropped. Aftershocks as the shoes settled into place and Trevor casually readjusted his feet.

Several seconds passed before Viv dared to look up, not quite believing she was still alive. She shakily rose to her feet and surveyed her new landscape. The truck-sized shoes lay discarded to the side. Trevor's socked feet now dominated the view before her. The muscles of his feet were more visible as they flexed underneath the off-white fabric, wiggling and stretching free from the confines of the stuffy shoes.

Vivienne's skin flushed red as she flooded with emotions. She had nearly died! If one of those shoes had rolled the other way, she would have been carelessly flattened. Ended without a thought beneath the ratty sneakers of this giant brute.

She blushed deeper as she became acutely aware of the smell. These socks were clearly none too fresh, and the gigantic mouths of the sneakers now wafted their aroma beneath the desk, completely permeating and poisoning her atmosphere. What kind of brat airs out his stinking feet in a library!

And yet...the sour smell filled her with other emotions as well. The scent of pure masculinity. Dominating, concentrated pheromones of virility. Her knees were weak from the overwhelming smell and her near-death experience. If she was to make herself useful to this young god, she would need to learn to watch her step. She would learn to love the bouquet of flavors that necessarily accumulate beneath the lowest parts of a working man's feet. The thoughts of servitude crept back, stronger and more arousing than before.

Viv braced herself and considered her next move. She looked up at the graying, moist sock canvas, dotted with fuzz and gunk entangled among the thick fibers. Could she dare to provide a deep cleaning for Trevor's socks as well? Or, she turned her gaze to the imposing, mountainous shoes lying in the distance. She could work on his sneakers more effectively now that they were vacated. The gaping, stinking caves beckoned her...she could even step inside and work at the insole...