Greg placed his syrup-soaked plate into the sink, along with a fork and knife. He would wash them later.

He had all of the time in the world, as there was not much else more important to do. Parvati had practically banned him from stepping foot outside of her house.

"No. Sorry, but I like you like this. In fact, I think I'll keep you around here for a while," Parvati said.

"What?" Greg's mouth dropped in disbelief. "Why?"

"This is what you wanted, right?"

"Yeah, but I DO have a life. I go to school, I have a job. You're going to put those in jeopardy for me."

"Just let me worry about those, alright?"

"How?"

"Did you forget already? I'm a witch."

"But still..."

The floor beneath Greg's feet began to shake as Parvati walked closer to him. In mere seconds, she was standing right in front of him. She croutched down and cupped her hands around him. Greg's world suddenly went dark as her hands completely engulfed him.

Then, light quickly returned as her hand uncovered him. He found himself sitting in the center of her palm, and looking up at her face, which now seemed larger than before.

"Let me tell you something," she said. "You know how I made you uncrushable, right?"

"Of course," he responded.

"Well, as soon as you step foot out of this house, all of that goes away. You'll be vulnerable out there. In fact, if I even see you go out there, I promise that I'll kill you myself."

Greg gasped. "Why?!"

"Think of it like this... If you survive long enough for someone to find you, and actually rescue you, they're going to ask how you got like this. And you'll most likely say that I did it."

"They wouldn't believe that," Greg said.

"I think they would. Especially if you already found a 3-inch tall person wandering around. Anyway, I can't let you tell anyone of my secret."

"In that case..." Greg stood to his feet, though found it hard to stand on her soft palm. "You could just deny it."

Parvati shook her head. "That still won't work. You're really trying to get out of this, aren't you? I thought that this was your dream."

"It is, but-"

"Then enjoy it!"

Parvati then began to walk. The motions of her hand caused Greg to lose his balance, and fall back on his rear as she walked through the hall way, and back into her bedroom. She walked to her bed, and placed him onto it, the bed's sheets still messy from the night before.

She then walked to her dresser and began to rummage through the drawers.

"What are you doing?" Greg asked.

"I have a few errands to run today, so I'm picking out my clothes," she answered.

"...What kind of errands?"

"Bills, groceries, stuff like that."

"Can't you just use your magic?"

"No. That's the easy way out." Parvati pulled out two articles of clothing. However, Greg could not see what they were, as her backside obscured his view. "I can't speak for all of us, but I don't like using my magic to help me with any important things or problems in my life, unless they get too serious. My magic is for recreation use only."

"Wait... there're more witches?"

"Yes. We're scattered all around the world. Of course, we have to keep our powers secret from the public." She then walked towards the bathroom. "I'll be back in a minute." She walked inside and closed the door.

"Don't know why she closed the door. It's not like I haven't seen her naked." Greg muttered to himself.

He began to look around the room. At normal size, the room itself was relatively small. Unlike his bedroom back in his apartment, there was no TV, no computer, nor a closet. There was only the bed he was sitting on, the dresser Parvati had just finished using, a cabinet that he assumed held her larger clothes, and a desk with a laptop, alarm clock, and lamp on it. Though his bedroom did not have its own bathroom, so that was a plus for her, he figured.

He heard the bathroom door reopen while he was observing the room around him. He turned back towards the doorway, and saw Parvati, wearing a blue blouse and beige capri pants. Of course, he also noticed that she was barefoot now.

"How do I look?" She asked with a smile.

"You look fantastic," he replied.

She giggled. "Yeah, I know." She walked closer to him.

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Just to hear what you thought." She knelt down to the floor and began to rummage under the bed. Seconds later, she rose back up, holding two different kinds of sandals in each hand. "Which one of these do you like best?"

"Umm..." Greg examined each one. In her left hand was a blue flip-flop, made of leather. The strap seemed to have diamonds or some other kind of fake jewelry lined across it. In her other hand was a brown sandal with two leather straps, one that goes over the base of the foot, and the other over the big toe. Having already seen her in flip-flops, Greg's decision was clear.

"I like the brown one best," he responded.

"Really? So do I... just by a little." Parvati knelt down and placed both sandals on the floor.

As she rose, Greg walked to the bed's edge and looked down towards the floor. He watched as she slid her right foot into the right sandal, her toes flexing as they pulled the entire foot into the shoe. He almost lost himself at the sight. Once she was finished, she did the same with her left foot and left sandal. Afterwards, she slid the pair of leather flip-flops back under her bed with her foot.

"Did you enjoy that?" Parvati said with a smile.

"You were watching?" Greg asked.

"Yes. Just don't splurge in my room, okay?" She winked.

"...Sure..."

Parvati reached down and stroked his cheek. He flinched at the sudden sensation of her large finger rubbing on his diminutive face.

"You're too cute. I'll be back in a few hours." She walked away from the bed, and, in the process, grabbed her purse that was hanging from one of the footposts.

"...Can I come?" Greg asked just as she was leaving the room.

Parvati laughed. "Of course not."

With that, she was out of the room and out of Greg's sight. He heard the house's door open, and then shut.

"...Damn."

~~~

Greg rose up from the large bed. He had been laying there for an hour and a half, replaying that morning's events in his mind over and over again. Being stepped on by a very attractive woman was something that he had wished for since adolescence, and this woman had not only granted his wish, but allowed him to be able to enjoy that strange yet arousing feeling again and again.

He stood to his feet, and walked to the bed's edge. He had grown bored with waiting for Parvati to return, so he decided to explore the house. Luckily for him, it was a one-story house, so there were no stairs for him to worry about.

Using the bedsheets as a sort of slide to guide him, he slid down to the floor. Once both of his feet landed, he ran towards the bathroom. He had no idea why he was going in there. He was just going where his feet were currently taking him at the moment.

Despite being a small room, it took him several minutes to reach the bathroom. Once inside, he looked around. It was the same as it was when he was much larger. Except that there was a large white bathrobe laying on the floor; the same one she was wearing earlier. Greg walked closer to it, and found her brown flip-flops, with an imprint of her feet in them, suggesting that she had had them for a while. As he gazed at them, he pictured her feet resting in the slippers. At normal size, he did this all of the time when he happened to be in a woman's section at a shoe store; if he happened to find a nice pair of sandals, he would mentally put them on the feet of a woman he considered attractive.

He snapped back to reality soon after, and made his way out of the bathroom. As he left, he found it surprising that she had just left her bathrobe and flip-flops laying in the middle of the floor. He never thought that she could be so messy.

After leaving the bathroom, Greg walked out of the bedroom and into the main hall. Across the hall, he could see a closed door at the end. He had noticed it earlier, and now at his size, he was tempted to go inside. However, he decided against it. As she was a witch, she could have had some super-secret experiment inside, and if he was caught inside, she would most likely punish him in the same way she would if he left this house.

Outside... She said that she would kill him if he left the house, but he was sure that she was just referring to him trying to contact someone on the outside. Either that, or she was joking. Was she even the kind to kill another human being? She was a witch, so who knows what kind of stuff she has done before with her magic?

Greg found himself back in the kitchen, where his earlier exploit had taken place. As he walked through the area, he wished that he had a camera set up in the room, so that he could have recorded himself being trampled on by Parvati, and watch it over and over again. Of course, he would have to hide it from his friends. He was never open about his fetishes with even his close friends or family.

But a video like that could make him quite a bit of money on the Internet, where fetishes of all kinds run rampant. He could just call Parvati's magic "advanced special effects and green screen recording." It would be ground-breaking for the GTS community.

Soon, he was out of the kitchen, and in the main hallway. Across the hall was the living room. He could see a glass table in the middle of the room, and two white couches on two of the sides of the table, as well as a television. The floor was also covered with a white carpet.

To his left was the front door, the way outside. He pondered over which direction to go: the door or the living room. After nearly a minute, he made his choice: the front door.

As he walked towards it, he wondered if he was making a grave mistake. However, he wanted to see what the outside world was like at his size. Plus, he had decided to not call on anyone else for help and just make the best of his current situation. He knew that this opportunity doesn't even happen to most people, so he was going to enjoy it for as long as he could. So, he planned to go out for a few minutes, get some fresh air, and come right back in. Parvati would never know that he was out there.

He was now standing in front of the door. How would he even be able to get out of here? He looked at the bottom of the door. There seemed to be a small space underneath. Perhaps he could squeeze through? Only one way to find out.

Greg laid down on the floor and began to crawl underneath the door. It was a very tight squeeze. So tight, that he thought that he would end up stuck there, and would have to wait for Parvati to return to free him.

Eventually, he made it through. He pulled his legs out from under the door, and was now standing outside of the house. He looked around him. The front lawn was in good condition, well-kept, though he could not imagine her mowing the lawn, and she said that she only uses her magic for "recreation."

Now that it was light out, Greg could see that the neighborhood looked to be a typical suburban one, though Parvati's house seemed to be the only one-story home on the street. Though at his size, he could not see too many of the houses. Speaking of the neighborhood, there did not seem to be anyone outside, despite it being near noon.

Greg walked further away from the door. Was he taking too big a risk? What if one of the neighbors happened to see him? That would surely cause a ruckus, one that Parvati would not be too pleased to see.

He decided that he had been out there for long enough and decided to make his way back inside. He turned around and walked back towards the door. However, upon reaching it, he discovered that, on this side, the door's bottom was covered by a kind of covering, one designed to keep pests out. Greg found himself unable to make his way under it.

He began to panic. He was screwed. There was no way he could get in the house through the way he came out, so he would have to find another way in. Just as he was about to search for another entrance, he heard a car pull up. He cringed at the sound of the car's engine being turned off, and turned around to see a black car in the driveway. The driver's door opened, and revealed a light-skinned leg, and its foot clad in the sandal he had picked out earlier.

"Shit." It was over. She was back, a bit sooner than she said before.

He tried to run as he heard the car door close. However, right before he could reach the grass, he was overcome by the shadow of his giant mistress. He turned around, and saw her large feet mere inches (Parvati's scale) from him. He slowly looked up, and saw her staring back down on him, with a look of displeasure of her face.

"Parvati!" Greg fell to his knees. "I can explain!"

"Zip it," she sternly responded. "I told you what would happen if I found you out here, and it's time that I made good on my promise."

"Please, noooo!!!"

"Good-bye, Greg." Parvati then stepped forward with her right foot, completely engulfing Greg with its shadow.

Greg tried to run, but her sole was too close above him for him to make any decent headway. He was pushed face-first into the concrete ground as her foot came down on him. He screamed as he felt the pressure increase. At that moment, he was certain that he would die. Though it was his most desired way to die, he did not expect it to happen so soon.

He should have gone to the living room instead...

...However, he found that his body was still intact, despite the immense pressure being applied onto his tiny body. Much like earlier that morning. Was he still... uncrushable? Was she bluffing after all?

After a minute of being squeezed between the hard concrete ground and her foot, Greg felt the pressure lighten up, and her foot lift from his body. He flipped his aching body over, and saw Parvati's face, only this time, it was smiling.

"I gave you quite a scare, didn't I?" she said, followed by a short laugh.

"...You... tricked me..." Greg said, breathing heavily.

"Yes, I did." She reached down and picked him up, and held him in her open palm. "But consider that a warning. Next time, it'll be the real deal. Got it?"

Greg nodded.

"Good. Now, let's get you cleaned up." She opened the door and walked inside.

~~~

An hour later, Greg stood before a doll house. This doll house looked like a miniature version of Parvati's house. The amount of detail that went into it was remarkable.

"This is where you'll be living," Parvati said, who was sitting on the floor besides him. "Neat, huh?"

"It sure is," Greg responded.

"It has running water, electricity, food, and clothes. I've even added some books and a television in there for you, complete with over 100 channels of cable TV."

"Wow... Seriously?" Greg was astonished. "That's great! Thank you!"

"No problem." She smiled at him. "Just don't spend too much time on the couch. I might want to play with you again."

"Of course." He gave a smile of his own.

Parvati reached for his face again, and stroked his cheek with her finger. "Well, you get settled in, and I'll check up on you later."

"Yep." Greg blushed at the sensation of her finger.

After pushing the doll house under her bed, past the pairs of sandals she had underneath, she stood and walked out of the room.

Greg walked under the bed and towards his doll house. He reached the door and grabbed the knob.

"...My new home..."

He pushed the door open and walked inside.