As luck would have it, you notice a rather large pair of dark blue boots lying across the living room by the couch. It appears that She-Hulk had taken them off as she was lying down on the couch and left them there when she left the house. Stomach fluttering and legs slightly wobbly, you check one last time just to make sure the coast is really clear and that no nosy neighbors are peeking out their windows. Paranoid, you may be, but one can never be too careful, especially when dealing with such a phenom as She Hulk! You can't imagine what she'd do to you if she found you snooping in her house, let alone if she saw you partaking of her footwear!
Deciding everything is safe, you proceed to shut the door and crawl over to the boots on your hands and knees. Still worried, you think to yourself with a smile. Despite having done this numerous times, the stakes and prize have never been this high, so it's only natural that you be this cautious. When you reach the boots, you take in just how large they really are. Standing 7 feet 3 inches, Jennifer Walters possesses some very large feet indeed! Judging by the pair, you are confident that these are the boots she most often wears while saving the world as She Hulk. You remember seeing her in them often on television or photos. On top of being such a physical specimen, Jennifer is awesomely beautiful as well. Her dark black hair and dark green skin only enhance what would be normal, goddess-like beauty to exquisitely exotic heights.
You placed the right boot on the ground before you, slowly shaking with passion and shame to be committing such an act, you lower your face down to She Hulk's big blue boot, a boot worn perhaps only a day or even hours before!. Even before your face makes it all the way, down, you pick up a growing reek. As you begin to breathe slowly, you have to look and see something. Using a tiny pen light, you aim it down the deep, seemingly endless tunnel of blackness to the boot insole. You immediately notice the darkened insole, a sure sign of Jennifer's out pouring of foot sweat. A question flashes though your mind: Does she go barefoot or wear some sort of small ankle socks? With your nose firmly buried in the boot, you think you've found your answer! There's simply no way that She Hulk has let anything come between her powerful bare feet and her boots! The smell overrides your senses, causing you to tear up and even pull your head away in shock. Never could you have imagined anyone's footwear emitting such a strong stink! Your ex girlfriend Judy's feet and shoes always smelled strong but never like this. Plus, despite seeing how large these boots are, experiencing that truth takes you aback. Your face fits easily into her boot.. A quick thought floods your mind at how perversely awful it would be to be tiny and in such a strong smelling prison, with mighty She Hulk smiling down at you as she readied to place one of her large and powerful bare feet into the boot, causing her foot pet an olfactory overload of super heroine foot stink.
With such thoughts in mind, and with the first breath taken, your gut tightened. The smell was a mixture between pure vinegar and rotten fruit cocktail of some sort. It was really hard to describe, other than to say it was powerful and overwhelming. Sniffing Jennifer's boot again with more intent, your pulse quickened. You think to yourself, how shameful, this is wrong. This is a good person that makes a living helping others, and here I am violating her privacy and committing a pretty indecent act. Oh, but this is what I have wanted for so long, you think instead! After only two minutes of breathing her boot smell in, you find yourself emitting a whimper as your head becomes lodged in the boot itself, leaving your face imprisoned inside the foot oven. Seeing that even you have your limits as to how much female foot odor you're willing to subjugate yourself to, you tell yourself to calm down so that you can remove the boot without panicking. You feel light headed and can feel tears running out of your eyes and down your cheeks. Just then, to you ever lasting horror and regret, you hear the front door open. How can this be, you think with panicked alarm? I should have heard a car or something! Oh God, please don't let her see me like this, your mind screams as you continue to weaken from the reek of Jennifer's boots. You make out the faintest of sounds of what could be padded feet making their way across the kitchen and into the living room. A voice rings out as a light comes on, "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my home!" The voice exudes pure authority and holds no sign of mercy. You then feel the boot pulled from your face. A rush of fresh air penetrates your lungs again and cools your hot face. Standing before you in shoeless black nylon-encased feet is a green giantess that defies anything you've ever seen or could conceive of. "I think you have some explaining to do whoever you are, and you'd better start right now," Jennifer commands!
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