Commission done by  controlled_by_bc, and this one has a little story for it!

Working Retail, a job that usually sucks the worst of ass, was more than just a quick buck to you. No, it was to indulge in your foot fetish. Unusually large ones, to be precise, and while you obviously can't work in a macro store, as you aren't a macro yourself, you managed to settle for the second best option: one for above regular sizes.

Unfortunately for you, that section, which is all that's left after the store had to go down to regular sizes for financial reasons, rarely got any customers. And those that do come by already knew their sizes, so you didn't even get to have some fun by taking a look at and measuring those huge feet.

You already asked to be transferred to the normal section, so you'd at least get something to see, but no, as apparently the store is running perfect just the way it is, leaving you with your occasional sale once or twice a week.

It was so boring and uneventful, you were considering quitting that place and looking for anything else, until one day that lizard walked in...barefoot.

He was probably used to odd looks as he didn't even comment on you staring down his absurdly gigantic steppers. Now granted, he was taller than average, seven feet from a quick guess, but that didn't change anything about how large those feet of his were.

And on top of that, he actually asked you to measure them! When he raised one of them up to the counter, the whole thing softly creaking the moment his heel rested on it, along with your nose instantly getting hit by that odd, strangely pleasant smell emanating from the unusual looking sole. A strong, fragrant musk, seemingly oozing from that very velvety looking sole.

The lizard, a gecko by the looks of his foot, was just rambling on about how he went to every other store for beyond large sizes and didn't find anything, but you caught almost nothing of that, too focused on the fact that single limb was casting shadows on you, easily bigger than your torso and head together.

You did, however, catch when he said that he'll have to sitdown, his feet were killing him from looking through stores all day. It managed to get even better when he propped both his feet up on one of those tiny fitting chairs they gave you for customers, leaving one more for you to sit in front of them.

With your measuring tools in hand you finally started getting to work, taking a seat and getting to gawk at not one, but two feet of such absurd size.They seem big enough that if they were to clasp around you, your entire upper body would be hidden, grasped by the seemingly flexible toes of his, which he all too eagerly flexed in your face as well.

The measuring process took a while, between your constantly drifting focus getting caught by the size and smell of those steppers, your tools getting stuck on his naturally clingy sole, and the odd size meaning your ruler was too short, you sure had your work cut out for you. It wasn’t like you were in a hurry either, unknowingly smiling and blushing at times as you carried on.

By the end of it all, your hands were lightly damp with his sweat, not to mention your tools, and after stretching and sighing, he tossed you a slip of paper with...his phone number? "Call me when you got something" is all he said, but that wink after it...you could barely hold your excitement at the thought of seeing him and his feet again...