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“Gloriosa Daisy, you look a-mazing! If I do say so myself~.” Gloriosa ogled her old cheerleader outfit in the mirror. She was pleased to see how well it fit, even a year after she had last worn it. And the green top and miniskirt, with their blue and yellow bands, still perfectly complemented her lustrous pink skin, while showing off her figure so well. All that was missing were the shoes and socks that went with the outfit, which she'd left in the closet since those weren't really what she wanted to look at. She struck flirty poses in front of the mirror, perhaps a bit too smitten with her own beauty, but was it a crime to like the way you looked?
Inspired, she started going through some cheerleading routines, her chest, her skirt, and her voluminous twintails bouncing with every hop and high kick. “Yep,” she thought, “I've still got it!”
Who knew how long she would have kept up her exercise in vanity had she not then spotted in the mirror a small figure standing beside the leg of her bed. She whirled around, but caught only a flash as the creature ducked behind the wooden leg. A mouse, she thought with annoyance. Another girl might have been grossed out and hurried out of the room, shrieking for someone to deal with the disgusting creature, but Gloriosa was more used to small animals than most, having spent so much of her life at Camp Everfree. The camp had been in her family for three generations, and she had spent every summer of her life there, falling in love with all of nature.
Out in the wild, Gloriosa had nothing against mice, and she wouldn't mind one as a pet, but she definitely didn't want wild ones in her home. She got down on hands and knees at the foot of her bed and peered under it for the rodent. She couldn't see it, but she could still hear it breathing rapidly behind that same leg, and she quietly prepared to catch it. Ideally she would have gotten her gloves first, but it wasn't worth losing this chance.
Her arms lunged forward and behind the wooden leg, coming together to fence the creature in. They pulled back towards it, and at the last moment, she heard a set of tiny feet scurry over the floor. She moved her hand by reflex, and pinned down the little pest. “Gotcha!” she said, a moment before noticing the distinct lack of fur on this “mouse”. No fur, no tail, and no mouse-shape at all, not even the size of one. She was perplexed. What kind of creature had she caught?
Gloriosa didn't know what to expect when she pulled out her little catch, but what she saw when she moved most of her hand away, keeping a couple fingers on the creature, was a tiny person. The little guy—it looked like a guy, at least—trembled under her fingers, and looked back over his shoulder at her, eyes wild with fear. Who was he? What was he? She couldn't begin to guess, but she felt sorry seeing him like this.
“Heyyy, it's okay! I'm not going to hurt you, little guy!” She adjusted her grip on him, pinching his torso between thumb and forefinger to lift him off the floor. He felt tense, and shivery, and he held on to her finger as she carried him up, clearly scared of the fall. Sitting on her bed, Gloriosa took a moment to examine him. He was a human, at least in appearance—A young man, peachy-skinned and brown-haired, with a blue jacket and navy blue pants. “Are you okay? Can you understand me?” He was slow to respond when she dropped him in her open palm, his chest visibly heaving in terror, but after a few seconds he nodded once, then again. Was that a yes to both questions?
“Can you speak?” she asked next. He nodded first, then answered “Yes” in a soft, almost squeaky voice. “Who are you? What's your name? And what are you doing in my room?”
The little guy winced at that last question, as if regretting having spoken. Gloriosa frowned. Had he been in her room for some nefarious reason? Was that why he didn't want to answer? She'd never seen him before in her life; even if he answered her questions, could she trust what he had to sat? She watched him wither under her scrutinizing gaze, then shook her head and sighed. “Look, if you were doing something wrong, just admit to it and apologize. I promise I won't hurt you. And if you didn't do anything wrong, then you have nothing to fear.”
He was hesitant, but answered at last. “My name is... Matt. I... don't know how I got so small, or how I ended up here. I was asleep in my room, and when I woke up, I was here, at this size.”
“Matt, huh? My name is Gloriosa,” she said. His was a strange story, but Gloriosa knew firsthand that there was magic in this world, and that it could do many strange things. “Matt, why were you watching me from down there?”
Again the young man flinched. “I was trying to decide if I could trust you to help me. I didn't want to show myself to someone cruel.”
She thought it the truth, as far as it went, but... “You're hiding something, aren't you? Go on, tell me the whole truth. I won't believe I can trust you until you do.”
Matt's gaze flitted from one of her eyes to the other. He took a deep breath and continued. “I was... admiring you. You look very pretty in those clothes, and I wanted to see more of you. B-but I didn't see you while you were changing, I promise! I looked away as soon as you started! If you think I'm lying, then... punish me how you think I deserve.”
“Hmmmmm...” Gloriosa eyed him closely. He lowered his gaze, but he wasn't fidgeting anymore. Going by that, and by the blush on his cheeks? She thought he was telling the truth. Strange to think that a guy who fit in the palm of her hand could be attracted to her. And yet, she was pleased. “So you like how I look, little guy?” She kicked her legs up on the bed, feet flat against the covers, and dropped Matt beside her, a foot away from her thighs. “Tell me, what part of me do you like the most?”
Matt was agog at the view. Gloriosa's long legs crossed and slid over each other, showing off their flawlessly smooth skin. Her back arched, and emphasized the size of her breasts, full and perky and wonderfully bouncy. Above it, her lovely lips flashed him a smile, while half-lidded eyes shone seductively; below, her flat tummy called to him, as did her well-rounded butt, of which he could see plenty beneath her grassy-green skirt. So much beauty was more than he could handle all at once, and his face went red-hot while his mouth stammered out a wordless response.
Gloriosa couldn't have wished for a better reaction. “Well? Aren't you going to answer?” Her flirty tone tugged at Matt's heartstrings. Goodness, was he really falling in love with her already? No, it was worse; he'd been smitten with her ever since he first saw her after waking up here. She was so beautiful. She wanted to hear his favorite part of her? How could he answer?
“All of you is lovely,” he said. “But, if I had to pick one thing? I... really like your feet!” Those last words came out in a rush, just before read took over his face again.
Her feet? Gloriosa was surprised. No one had complimented her feet before. Her shoes, certainly, but that was something else entirely. “My feet.” She turned her whole body towards Matt, and placed her feet down at his sides. “You mean these little things? Why, what's so nice about them?”
“I-I really can't say, Miss Gloriosa. T-they're just... so pretty. They look so soft, and...” Matt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “And they smell nice, too,” he sighed.
“And you don't mind that they're so big?” Her feet turned on their sides, showing off their soles to Matt. He shivered, but she didn't think it was in fear.
“N-no. I think it's great. It means, there's so much more of them to love.” It sounded so corny. Matt instantly regretted it, but Gloriosa only smiled.
“So my feet look soft, do they?” She stretched and curled her toes, making a spectacle of her sole's movements. Matt couldn't look away. “Why don't you tell me how soft they really are?”
Matt wasn't the least bit scared when her feet closed in on him. He shut his eyes and gladly welcomed the warm, pink skin. Soft as it had looked, it was even softer to the touch. He rubbed his hands over it, nuzzled his face into it, took a deep breath of the lovely floral scent. Had he been blind and unable to see her beauty, the touch of her feet would have sufficed to steal his heart. He'd thought it before, when he first saw her, but now he was convinced he'd died and gone to heaven.
“How are you liking them, little guy? Are they as nice as they look?” Even nicer, he would have told he, but his actions spoke for themselves. So he really did love her feet. Gloriosa didn't understand it, but she was glad that someone appreciated what good care she took of them. More than that, she loved the feeling of his tiny body trapped between her soles, totally encased in her flesh. It made her feel so powerful, like what she'd felt when she had the full magic of the geodes at her command. She had loved that power a little too much... but surely this one could do no harm, right?
Gloriosa bit her lip. She couldn't resist the temptation, and still holding Matt between her feet, she moved him down to the floor and dropped him there.
The sudden drop surprised Matt, but it surprised him even more when he felt those huge THUDs behind him. He hurriedly got up, only to stop and gawk at Gloriosa's giant toes all wiggling in front of him. “So you like me and my feet, huh?” Matt looked up at the sound of Gloriosa's voice, up past the length of her whole body at her smugly grinning face. “How do you like the thought of being stomped flat under them?”
Her foot rose up over Matt's head, sole hanging several inches in the air, far above the tiny guy's reach. His heart raced as he stared at it, instinctive fear filling his blood with adrenaline, but though Gloriosa gave him the time to do it, he never moved to run away. All he did, when her foot finally rushed down towards him, was shit his eyes and brace himself.
STOMP! Her foot didn't even touch him, but it hit the floor nearby with such intensity that it made the ground shake and knocked him off his feet. As he was standing again, she STOMPED her other foot, and again knocked him down. STOMP, STOMP, STOMP! She kept at it, the power of each foot rattling Matt so badly that he didn't even try to stand, remaining on his hands and knees beneath her. Her power was terrifying, and yet... it somehow only made her even more beautiful in his eyes!
Gloriosa chuckled. “Sorry, Matt, you're just so cute when you're scared. You don't mind, right? I mean, you did say you love my feet~.”
“I-I don't mind, Miss Gloriosa! You can do whatever you like, even step on me for real if you want to!” he said without hesitation.
“Hmm. Step on you?” Gloriosa again held her foot over him, this time so close he could reach up and touch it. but instead of flattening him like Matt thought as he trembled beneath it, she swung her leg and set her foot down past him, then the other one too. She looked at him over her shoulder, hand resting on her hip. Then she crouched over and—BOOM!—she sat right on Matt, pinning the little guy under her butt.
The pressure was incredible, but Matt didn't feel any pain, only bliss as the soft and warm flesh met his body. When Gloriosa stood again, Matt was still flat against her butt, held fast to her skin; he wouldn't have it any other way. When she noticed, Gloriosa giggled and patted him gently. “I think you and I will be having a lot of fun together, Matt—my favorite little pet~.”