He was wrong. The door wasn't closed. Or rather, not completely. Greg squeezed himself inside of the room through the opening.

Trish's room. Just as messy as it was when he had first journeyed in. Actually, as he looked around, it seemed to be a bit messier.

Greg had been waiting there for hours, as evident from the digital clock that hung on the wall. In that time, Trish had come into the room several times. During the last of which, she pulled on her white sneakers and left the house, as evident by the heavy slam of the front door.

Speaking of time, it was well past 6pm. He imagined that Parvati had long since arrived home. Was she looking for him? Should he give up for now and see her? He did not see why he should, as she wouldn't let him play with her feet anyway. Sure, she was very attractive, but he loved that being so small made him closer than ever to her feet, something he could never experience if he was his normal size.

Besides, he figured that if Parvati wanted him, she could have just opened up some kind of black hole underneath him. He did not doubt that she could do that.

He clutched the camera in his hands, and waited longer.

He had urges to go to the bathroom, and he was starting to become hungry. The mental images of just the frozen pizza rolls he had at his dollhouse caused his stomach to growl.

Yet, he made a commitment. He would wait here, all night if he had to, just so he could get the shot he needed.

His endurance so far amazed even him.

~~~

Greg awoke to the sound of a door closing. He wiped the grogginess out of his eyes, and stood up. Trish had returned, kicking off her shoes and pulling off her T-shirt, though she wore a blue sports bra underneath.

He watched as she walked into her bathroom, leaving the door open. Greg was tempted to made a dash for the doorway. Though he fought the urge. He doubt that he would be able to get the shot he needed anyway.

He sat back down and waited for her to come back out of the bathroom. He looked at the clock. 7:13pm.

He waited there for ten minutes before she did. He watched as she made her way for her bed, and pulled out a magazine from under it. As she stood upright, he was relieved that he hadn't chosen to hide under the bed. Trish flipped open the magazine, and Greg squinted to make out the cover. It was... Playboy? He chuckled in brief disbelief as she jumped on her bed, and laid down, still in her bra, black shorts, and, of course, white socks.

Not long afterwards, there were a few knocks at the door. It apparently took Trish by surprise, as she gasped and hid the magazine under her pillow, just as the door opened, and Parvati walked in. She wore a red sleeveless shirt, and white pants. Though Greg was disappointed that the piles of clothes made it impossible for him to see her feet.

"Good lord, it's as messy as ever in here!" Parvati said in astonishment.

"I told you, I'll get to cleaning this room up," Trish responded.

"Yeah... right. Of course you will."

"So, you need something? Other than to remind me of this mess?"

"Nothing really..." Parvati then sat on the foot of Trish's bed. "Well, actually, I want to know if you found out what I was talking about yesterday."

"About what?"

"You know... My pet..."

"Oh. ...Why don't you just tell me?!"

"That's no fun. I have no doubts that you'll see him soon enough. Or maybe even step on him."

"...If I killed him, you'd be furious."

"Don't worry about that."

"Why wouldn't I worry? I wouldn't want to be responsible for his death, and you wasting... How much did you pay for him?"

"What makes you think I paid? For all you know, I could have gotten him for free."

"You used your magic."

"Perhaps... Either way, you can't kill him by crushing him."

"...What the hell kind of pet did you get?"

Parvati laughed. "Not telling."

Greg saw Trish jab Parvati with her left foot.

"YOU'RE no fun, Par," Trish said.

There was a short pause.

"Did you clip your toenails?" Parvati suddenly asked.

Trish laughed. "Yeah, just now."

Greg could not believe what he heard. He had his opportunity, and it slipped through his fingers. He knew that he should have made a run for the bathroom.

"Good." Parvati said. "At least now you don't have bird talons for nails." She laughed.

"Oh, stop overexaggerating!" Trish jabbed Parvati again.

"Now I don't have to be embarrassed when we go to the beach."

"My nails weren't that bad..."

"Then you and I differ greatly on the definition of 'bad', missy!" Parvati stood up as Trish made a pouty noise.

"I think all of the pedicures you've gotten have made you some kind of nail elitist. Since when did you care so much about my feet, anyway?!"

"I don't, really. My little friend, though..."

Trish's interest was pipqued. "...What?"

"Oops! I've said too much! I'm outta here!" With that Parvati made her way for the door. "I have to type up this proposal."

"Yeah, get outta here," Trish playfully said. "And close the door when you leave."

"Of course, your majesty." Parvati bowed as she walked backwards out of the door, and pulled it closed.

Greg watched as Trish rested on the bed for a few minutes. He found it odd that she hadn't pulled out the Playboy magazine she had earlier. Was she waiting until she was absolutely sure that Parvati was gone, before she went for it again?

"Wait a minute..." Trish said to herself. "...That sly fox... She gave me a clue."

Suddenly, Trish sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She looked around her room, as if she was searching for something. ...Was it him? Did she think that Parvati's pet... that he was in here? Of course, Greg was inside, but what would happen if she discovered him?

Trish then reached down and pulled her left foot to her face. Greg watched as she took a sniff from the sole of her socked foot, and recoiled slightly.

"One bad thing about the gym, I guess," she said.

She moved the foot away from her face, but still had the leg crossed over her other leg. She then reached for the top of the sock, and began to pull it downward. With this, Greg became excited. The young woman whom Parvati said was barely ever without socks was removing them right here and now.

As she pulled the sock further from her foot, Greg saw more of her bare foot revealed to him. Her heel, her instep and arch, and finally, her toes as she pulled the sock completely off. She wiggled them as she threw the sock onto one of the piles of clothing.

She switched her legs' positions, and pulled the sock from her other foot. She then threw the sock onto the same pile as its companion.

Greg was astonished. There she was, Trish and her bare feet. He readied his camera, and brought it to his face. He was prepared for the photo he needed.

"Gotcha." Greg pressed the button, and the flash went off.

He finally had his shot. The polaroid photo reeled out of the camera. Its image grey, but it would soon reveal what he had just seen.

Now, he just had to find his way out of the room, and-

"What was that?"

Greg gasped as Trish stood up, and walked towards him. Had she seen him? He should have realized that the flash of the camera would have given him away. As Trish made her way closer, Greg turned around and tried to climb over the massive cords that were in his way.

He did not make it far, as massive fingers wrapped around him, and pulled him away from the cords. He was then lifted far off the floor, and was soon staring at the massive face of the red-headed woman, and her deep blue eyes. She had a shocked expression on her face.

"Oh... my... god..." Trish said.

"Hi there," Greg said.

"This is what she was talking about? You?"

"Yeah, I guess. By the way, my name is Greg."

"Greg, huh? What were you doing in here? Don't you know that you shouldn't trespass on other people's property?"

"...It's a secret."

"Oh, not you, too." Trish sighed. "I get enough of that from Par as it is."

"Yeah, well, I don't think I can tell you."

"...Why do you have a camera?"

"Uh..."

"I saw it flash a minute ago. Were you taking a picture of me in my bra, you pervert?"

"...Don't you have a Playboy magazine under your pillow?"

"Don't change the subject! I think I know what you took a picture of. That clue was right on. It lured you out."

Greg chuckled. "So, alright. I took a picture of your feet."

"Foot fetishist," she teased.

"So?"

"Did Par make you tiny just so that you could have more foot to play with?"

"Yeah."

"I see..."

Greg saw that he was being moved away from her face. He then saw her kneel down, and then drop him onto the floor. She then stood upright. He looked to the right and left, and saw her massive feet on both sides. He then looked up. Her face, which seemed far away was looking down on him.

"Par says you can't die if I crush you," Trish said, "so let's test that."

Trish lifted her left foot over Greg. Greg's pants tightened at the sight of her bare sole hanging over him. Of course, he already knew that Parvati had made him uncrushable, so he did not move. Her foot then lowered onto his body, pushing him onto the floor. His face was buried into the ball of her foot, and while he loved this, one thing he did not enjoy was the pungent odor.

He felt the pressure on his body increase by the ton, and then felt the foot twist and grind on his body, before Trish finally removed it from his body. Despite the pain, and his clothes now being a bit moist, Greg stood to his feet, in complete satisfaction.

"She was right..." Trish said, amazed.

"Well, of course she was," Greg said. "She doesn't think that me dying because of my kink would be any fun."

"Is that so? How did you meet her, anyway?"

"Well..." Greg explained how he met Parvati at the Las Auroras clubs, their one-night stand, and the morning after.

"Ha! So she trapped you in here!" Trish said.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I have plenty of entertainment."

"Yeah, I bet you do, you little runt."

"Funny. Anyway, I'll be going now. I got what I needed."

"You make it sound like you were using me."

"No, it's not-"

"Nah, it's okay. I'll get you back later. Now, go. Get outta here." Trish walked to the door, and opened it.

Greg began to walk towards the door, once again manuvering around the hills of clothes. He looked as Trish watched him make his way for the doorway. She seemed to have a bit of a mischievous look on her face.

After passing the final hill, he was now in a straightway path for the doorway. As he was walking, he saw Trish began to walk as well... towards him. He braced himself as she stepped on him, once again pushing him onto the floor underneath her sole, and just as quickly stepping off of him. He sat up and turned around, and saw Trish sit on her bed.

"I think I'm going to have some fun with you," she said with a sly smile. "I'm not going to let Par hog you all for herself."

Greg smiled back, and stood up. He then continued his way out of the room.

As soon as he made it out of the room, the door closed behind him. Though he did not hear Trish walk to the door.

"Magic," he concluded.

He looked down at the polaroid camera in his hands. He found it amazing that it was not crushed under Trish's foot. He then pulled out the picture he took. It was a bit far away, but sure enough, it was a photo of Trish's bare right foot, crossed over her left knee.

~~~

"You did it!" Parvati said as she looked at the enarged photo in her hand.

She was sitting at her desk, with her laptop open. As she said earlier, she was typing up a paper. Greg looked under the desk, and saw the bare soles of her feet.

"It took less time than I though," she said. "And to think that she just took her socks off right there..."

"Well, she did say that you gave her a clue," Greg said.

"Is that so? Well, I was trying to be subtle, but I guess I DID say too much..."

"Well, if you hadn't I'd've been sitting in there all week."

"True. So, I guess you want your reward, huh? I think you're going to love it."

Greg became excited. "What is it?!"

"Walk under the desk."

Greg did so, walking past the wheels of the chair. He then saw a pair of red flip-flops.

"Lay down on one of my flip-flops," she ordered.

Greg chose the right one, and laid himself onto the giant slipper. "Done!"

"Good."

He then saw her right sole move towards him, and lower itself onto his body, pressing its flesh into his face. In that instant, he forgot all about his hunger and bladder.

As her big toe rubbed over his face, he decided to take a sniff.

It smelled like berries.