It took him several minutes, but Greg had finally reached the top of Trish's bed, having climbed the bedsheets that reached down to the floor. As expected, her bed was just as messy as the rest of the room.

He had actually become very accustomed to this room. After all, what Trish said during their first encounter, about her not wanting Parvati to "hog" him, turned out to be true.

Greg sat on the edge of the coffee table in the living room, facing the television and holding a game controller in his hands. Trish sat on the couch behind him, holding the same kind of controller, except that, of course, her's was much larger. The two were playing an arcade-style fighting video game, featuring anthropomorphic animals, called Feral Fighters X.

"Hey, Runt," Trish called. "You're getting good at this game."

"Well," Greg said, keeping his eyes on the television, "when you keep forcing me to play this game with you, it's bound to happ- Oh, dammit!"

Greg became a bit more frantic with his controller, but could not help but watch as his character, a lion, get hit with a 5-hit combo by Trish's rabbit character, and then finished with an uppercut strike. Afterwards, the letters "KO" flashed on the screen.

Trish laughed. "Not good enough! But at least you're better than Par. She can't even beat me with Nirvana."

Greg quickly turned behind him, towards Trish. "The cheap rooster with the instant kill move?!"

"Yep! What can I say? She sucks at this."

Greg stood from the table's edge, and walked across the table, towards Trish.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked. "Don't you still want to play?"

"No!" Greg responded. "Don't you have any good games? Like Halo or Gears of War or something?"

"No. Sorry." Trish placed her controller beside her.

"Can't you just whip them up with your magic?"

"Yeah, I could... But I don't wanna."

"Man..." Greg sighed in disappointment.

Trish looked at her wristwatch. "Anyway, Par should be coming home in a few minutes. I'm sure you'll be wanting to go pleasure yourself with her feet."

Greg blushed. "I wouldn't say that..."

"Alright, then. How would YOU describe it?"

"It's just a turn-on, I guess."

"Yeah, right. I bet you're thinking of mine's right now. ...Well, too bad. I won't be entertaining you like that anymore."

"Hmph." This was nothing new to Greg. In truth, after their first meeting, Trish had found other ways to keep herself busy with him. That said, while she had said that she would not fulfill Greg's latent fantasies before, she still would occasionally rub her feet against his body, although she was always wearing socks when she did it. Either way, Greg knew that this was an empty threat.

"Sure you won't," Greg sarcastically said.

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, Parvati had since arrived to the house. Greg stood on her bed, who was sitting beside him and patting him on the head as if he was some kind of small animal. He wished that he could have seen her feet as he was being carried into the room, but Trish had deliberately blocked his site while she was bringing him inside.

"So," Parvati said, "you two have been bonding while I'm at work, huh?"

"Yeah!" said Trish, who was standing across from her. "I mean, aside from his kink, he's not so bad. He can at least give me a decent fight in Feral Fighters."

"That game with the animals?"

"Yes, the very!"

Parvati turned towards Greg, looking down at him. "Did you beat her?"

"Hell no!" Greg responded, a bit aggrivated. "That stupid rabbit she plays always does this cheap combo. It ALWAYS gets me."

Parvati laughed. "Yeah. I hate that, too."

"You both just suck," Trish said. "That combo is actually pretty easy to counter once you know what you're doing."

Parvati giggled. "Oh well... So, Trish... When are you going to go find a job?"

Trish sighed. "Not this again. I told you, I'm working on it."

"Yes... as you were 3 months ago."

"I don't see why I need one. I can easily make my half of the rent."

"Listen. You shouldn't use your magic as a shortcut in life, especially if you use it to create money."

"Yeah, yeah, I know... You've told me a million times already."

"Haven't you had a job before," Greg asked. "I mean, you're like, what, 20-something?"

"Yeah, I had a job, but I lost it when the company went bankrupt. Plus, with the way the economy is now, finding one isn't as easy as it was a while ago. Oh, and I'm 21."

"Why don't you use your magic to make someone lose their job?" Greg suggested. "Or to open up a position or something-"

Greg suddenly felt himself being pushed into the matress of the bed by Parvati's hand. His world now dark, he tried to struggle to free himself, but the weight that she was applying this body was too great for him to move. Not that he could move her hand even if it was exerting the lightest force, not in his current state. He could still hear the conversation, though it was now a bit muffled due to the flesh that engulfed his head.

"Don't listen to him," Parvati said. "Tomorrow, I want you out there looking for a job. I'm serious."

"...Fine..." Trish said in a defeated tone.

"And no magic, either."

"I know. I was a normal human way longer than I was a witch. I know the ins and outs of job searching."

"Good. I guess my little pet here is just going to have to find something else to do tomorrow. ...And the rest of the week."

"What?! C'mon..."

"I mean it," Parvati sternly said.

At this point, Greg gave up with his flailing, and chose to just lay under her hand, barely moving at all, until it would move off of him.

"...You're starting to sound like my mother..." Trish said.

"Well, you need someone to give you that nagging push." Parvati giggled.

"I don't want it to be you. You're my friend."

"It's because I AM your friend. If not me, then who?"

"...Lily?"

"No. Anyone but that harlot." Greg could have sworn that he heard a bit of malice in her voice.

"Right... You and her don't exactly get along."

"Isn't that the understatement of the year!"

"...I wish you two could just work this mess out. Us three used to be so tight..."

"Well, too bad, because that's never going to happen. EVER."

Greg's interest was heightened. Who was this "Lily" person, and why did Parvati have so much hatred for her? He did not think that she would be the kind of person who would hate anybody. He wanted to ask who this woman was, but he was afraid of what Parvati would do to him if he did. Whatever transgression she did to her may be a scar that she may not want opened.

Trish sighed. "Anyway, I guess I'll be going now. I bet that the Runt wants to lick on your toes already." She chuckled.

"Is that right?" Parvati laughed as well, her somewhat bitter mood seemingly have passed. "I guess I'll deal with him right now, then."

"Cool." Greg heard a few footsteps. "I'll probably be back for him later, though." After more footsteps, he heard the sound of the door closing.

A few seconds after that, he felt the weight on his body lift off of him, and light return to his vision. He stood up, and looked up at the giantess that sat besides him. She was looking back at him, with a bit of a serious look on her face.

"Listen," she said. "You have no idea what kind of rules the head witches have given us. You could have gotten Trish in trouble."

"'Head witches'?" Greg said. "There's an organization?"

"Yes. We need something, or someone, to regulate how we use our magic." Parvati grabbed Greg with her left hand, and held him in her palm in front of her. "Throughout our history, many witches have used their powers for evil. Some even going as far as genocide. So, three witches, three powerful witches, made a pact with Karma, the Supreme Ruler."

"Wait, Karma?" Greg asked. "I thought that that was just a religious concept."

"Yes, it is... But it's also the name of the deity that decides who are born with our powers. Anyway, those three witches made the pact with him, and gave up their mortal lives to govern us."

"I see... So they are watching you right now?"

"Maybe. The truth is, they can't see everything at once, but when they do, and if you... we happen to be doing something bad with our powers, you can bet that they'll react! What you suggested Trish do would have gotten her in serious trouble if they were watching while Trish did it."

"Really? Why?"

Parvati sighed. "Well... We cannot use our powers to harm humans, or to inconvience them in any way."

"...Or?"

"If we do... Well, at the least, we'd be stripped of our powers. At the worse, we'd not only have our powers taken, but we'd also be sent to the Void."

Greg jumped. "What the?! What is that?!"

"It's exactly what it sounds like. Anyway, Trish is my friend, and I don't want her to go through all of that. I've already lost a few friends to the witch's justice system..."

"Oh... Wait a minute... You shrunk me. Wouldn't that count as an inconvience?"

"Well, yes. Normally, it would. But you were, more-or-less, a willing participant, so it's okay. Plus, I needed, and still need, you to keep your mouth shut about my secret, so that's one reason why you're not allowed outside. Also, my threat still stands, because when I shrunk you, and because you were a willing participant, you effectively became my property in the head witches' eyes, and I can do whatever I want with you."

"I see..." The thought of actually belonging to this giant woman turned Greg on.

Parvati sighed. "To be frank, Trish is already treading a thin line. She uses her magic to make money whenever she needs it. The head witches have said that it's okay for us to create money when we are in dire need of it, but what Trish is doing is just plain laziness. If she doesn't stop, she may be reprimanded."

Greg almost lost his footing as the flesh below him started to move. He saw Parvati shift her position so that she was now laying on her bed. Parvati then released Greg onto her chest, between her shirt-covered breasts.

"But that's enough of that for now," Parvati said. "I bet that what Trish said was true. About you wanting to lick my toes."

"Uhh... Maybe..." Greg became a bit stimulated.

"Well, I could use a massage, so that's what I want you to do. But you have to walk all the way there." She gave him a smile.

"I can do that!" Greg excitedly said. "I've always wanted to explore the body of a giant beautiful woman!"

Parvati giggled. "You're too cute. Now, get going."

"No problem... My goddess."

Greg turned around, and began to make his way towards her feet. It seemed like such a long way away at his size. He walked down the slope of her breasts, and started down her belly, it too covered by her green shirt. It also made it look as if he was walking down a vast plain. This "plain" however, soon came to an end as he reached her hips, and her black capri pants.

'She must love capris,' Greg thought to himself as he journeyed ahead.

Soon, he came to her legs. He could now see her feet clearly, both seemingly waiting for him. He decided to take the path on her right leg to his destination, and soon was walking on the bare skin of her lower leg.

"Are you almost there?" he heard Parvati ask.

"Yeah!!" Greg yelled back. "I'm just about there now!!"

Right as he reached the ankle of her right foot, he lept off of her leg, and onto the mattress below. He then walked around her large foot, and found himself looking at the sole that was a bit over twice his current size. He could not help but marvel at the sight, like he did when she first made him give her a massage, after she had shrunken him.

He quickly came to his senses, and approached the sole. He then placed his hands on the flesh, and began to rub around the skin.

After a few minutes, he heard Parvati exhale heavily. "That feels good. You sure do know how to please a woman."

Greg did nothing but smile at her remark. Of course, he knew that she could not see him. Having finished with her right foot, Greg started to head for her left, but as he reached it, it pulled back. As did the other foot. He turned towards Parvati, and saw that she was sitting up, and had her knees bent in arches.

"Hey, my pet," she called. "Come here for a minute. There's one more thing I need to tell you."

With no hesitation, Greg approached the giantess. When he reached her, he chose to lean forward on her left foot, resting his head in his hands, and his elbows on her big toe.

"What is it, my goddess," Greg asked.

"I want you... to stay away from Lily," Parvati sternly said. "I know you heard Trish and I talk about her."

"That's fine with me," Greg said. "It's not like I'll be seeing her around, anyway. I can't go outside, and from the sounds of things, I bet you've banned her from here."

"You're right. I did. And she is the other reason why I don't want you outside. But she is a sneaky harlot. She has managed to weasel her way in here a few times before. Luckily, Trish was able to talk her into leaving before I started throwing fire." She paused for a moment. "If you see her, hide. I don't care where, just stay out of her sight until she leaves."

"...What does she look like?"

"...She has long black hair, she's of European and Japanese descent so she has that 'Eurasian' look... And she wears skirts all of the time. I can't remember ever seeing her wearing pants or the like. Oh, and she's also a witch."

"I'll keep a lookout for her, then."

Parvati smiled, and nodded. "Good boy."

"But I'm curious... What is it that you have against her?"

Her smile faded. "I'd rather not say. Not now, at least."

"Oh... Okay, then."

Parvati's smile returned. "Good."

She wiggled her big toe, causing Greg to fall backwards and onto the mattress. He then saw the foot move over him, hovering right above his body.

"I want you to kiss under my foot now," Parvati ordered. "That's what you wanted to do all along, isn't it?"

Greg started to become excited. "Yes, my goddess."

With that, the foot lowered onto his body. Right away, he started to kiss her sole, and he loved the pleasant aroma that filled his nostrils.

However, as he continuously pressed his lips against her foot, he still could not help but think of this Lily person, and whatever it was that made Parvati hate her. Asking her proved to be useless, as he suspected. Though she did not get indignant with him as he had feared.

Perhaps he should ask Trish about the tension between the two women. From the sounds of things, Greg figured that Trish was right in the middle of this conflict.