Dave came back to the world in a warm haze.

He opened his eyes to find himself in near total darkness, only able to make out the dimmest impression of whatever surrounded him. Wiggling his shrunken body, he was shocked to find that he wasn't surrounded by powdery snow that was insulating him from the world, but soft cloth. His first attempts to shove against the strange prison did nothing to shift it, but as he continued to push, he conjured up a foul acrid stench from somewhere deep below him. It was the unmistakable smell of sweat, amplified by the difference between his size and the enormous beast that had shed it.

“Oh no,” he groaned, his voice hoarse from a dry throat.

His muscles screeching in pain, he did his best to shimmy and swim through what he was quickly beginning to realize was a pile of dirty laundry. Yanking at a piece of cotton in front of him, he grimaced as he felt the hefty fabric begin to squelch between his tiny fingers, old sweat oozing out across his skin. Gagging as he went, the only silver lining Dave found were the occasional heady bursts of tropical fruit that bubbled up along with the fetid air.

At least it's a woman, Dave thought to himself as he squirmed forward. He tried to imagine being buried at the bottom of some giant jock's laundry basket and felt his stomach start to churn.

His small shrunken hands suddenly burst free from hefty cloth and he found himself wrapping his arms around a thick plastic lattice before yanking himself forward. His head cleared the morass of clothing and he sucked in as deep a breath as the clothes weighing him down would allow, only to find himself gagging once again. The laundry basket reeked of the giantess's sweat but right in front of him, Dave could see a titanic pair of pink running shoes with balled up socks wedged into their mouths.

Dave found his tiny body shivering at the sight, suddenly imagining himself imprisoned inside the footwear unable to dislodge the boulder-sized sock that imprisoned him. Cursing, the tiny man reached up and grabbed on to the next part of the basket's lattice then started to yank himself skyward. His muscles burned in protest as he climbed the side of basket like a ladder and finally reached the top of the laundry pile, where he flopped out on his back and his little body didn't even make a dent in the heavy sweater he was laying upon.

A little light filtered in through what he could only assume was the edge of a closet door based on the enormously sized clothes that were illuminated. Turning his head this way and that, he could see more evidence than he had been captured by another giant woman; skirts, dresses, a few pairs of heels.

The solace that his new captor would not be some coarse giant like Vanessa's boyfriend was quickly replaced by the deep sorrow that his valiant escape had all been for naught. All the planning, the derring-do, and his attempt to survive in the icy snow laden waste the city had been turned into. All of it had been pointless, he realized as flashes of memory came to him. Dave had barely been out of Vanessa's clutches for a few minutes before the cold had started to get to him and someone must have found him.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to process it.

Sobbing quietly, Dave suddenly asked himself, was Vanessa that bad?

But then he heard it, or more appropriately felt it.

A deep rhythmic rumbling in the distance, like a summer storm rolling across the horizon that he knew all too well as the approach of a giant. The roaring approach grew louder, but the heavy footfalls were indistinct, and the little man began to tremble as he realized that there was more than one approaching. Voices that sounded more like vaguely feminine gales roared through the storm. Voices that were excited, bubbly, and young.

“Oh fuck...” he whispered to himself, his little body slowly backing up across the huge sweater at the top of the laundry pile.

A door crashed open in the distance, and the voices suddenly became as clear as crystal.

“-so cool,” boomed one, making the little man shiver.

“I'm still worried there's something wrong with him though, he hasn't woken up since I found him or done anything,” came the voice of who he assumed was his captor.

“I know when they shrink they pass out for a long time, mine did.”

“Maybe that's what happened,” his captor said with a cute giggle, “I bet that means if he's awake now he's in for a biiiiig surprise.”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their feet crashed down just outside the closet, the massive appendages actually blocking the light coming in through the door's underside. In the sky high above Dave's head, he heard the knob turn with a whine that was accompanied by mechanical thuds. The door was yanked back with a furious sound, and bright light blazed into the closet. Terrified, the tiny man raised his arms above his head, not only shield himself from the light but the giant girls that stood on the other side of the threshold.

“Oh wow, he's even smaller than mine,” boomed the shorter of the pair.

“I know,” the voice of his captor thundered, “I'm amazed I even spotted him, he was stuck in the snow.”

Dave blinked continuously as he tried to adjust to the suddenly bright white light that filled the world as he shuffled about atop a thick sweater. When his vision finally began to clear, he found himself staring into shins that were covered in matching navy stockings that rose into the sky until reaching plaid skirts just above the knee. “No, no, no,” he muttered to himself, backing away on the sweater until his hand brushed against some kind of thick embroidery.

Turning his head about, he suddenly saw the crest of a private school emblazoned onto what he realized was a heavy navy sweater vest. An unshaded light bulb was turned on high above him, and suddenly the giant teens who were previously cloaked in shadow were now perfectly illuminated to the tiny man. His eyes were drawn first to the face of his captor, much higher in the sky, and framed by long auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Freckles dotted a pale face that in spite of Dave knowing her age, he found difficult to call anything but attractive, especially as she adjusted a pair of black glasses that made her seem more approachable.

“Hey there, little guy,” the glasses wearing giantess practically cooed as she looked down on him.

“Hey,” the other giantess's voice cut through the saccharine tone of his captor, “You should be thanking Sydney for saving your little life, loser.”

The commanding tone immediately sent a shiver down Dave's spine, not only because of the power behind the girl's words but because of a feeling of sudden recognition. Dave turned to take in the shorter giantess, his body slowing down as he prayed that what he imagined was not true, but the moment he saw the dark strands of hair he knew who it was. To anyone on the street, the brunette girl with her almost cherubic face would probably be seen as sweet, but anyone who knew her youtube channel knew the truth; she was Mistress Haley, the owner and taskmistress of one of her former teachers.

“Ooo, he looks so scared,” Sydney cooed.

“He should be, we could squash him without even thinking about it,” Haley's voice sounded completely normal, lacking in any affectation to scare the tiny man trapped atop her friend's dirty laundry. To the giant brunette, she was simply stating a fact.

Sydney's enormous form lowered down into Dave's world, her long legs jutting out above him like a navy and plaid coated cliff as she crouched over the laundry basket. Her huge hand suddenly appeared in the heavens, blotting out his view of both giants, and provoking a terrified shout from him as he tried to escape the inevitable. Dave barely made it two scrambling steps before the giantess's hand engulfed him in a cool flesh-prison that smelled like a pina colada.

Despite months of being handled by Vanessa, Dave couldn't stop himself from wriggling against the teenager's grip, which only earned him a giggle from the enormous girl. “Oh my God, he's trying to fight me.”

Haley's laughter rolled out across the heavens as Sydney dropped him onto the carpet between her feet. Scrambling to his hands and knees, Dave looked on either side of him to see that Sydney wore a pair of black and white saddle shoes with her uniform. The white leather of the toe still glistened from melting snow as it creaked from her wiggling toes. Meanwhile, the rest of Sydney's enormous body continued to rise higher and higher into the sky, until all Dave could see was the shadowy confines of her skirt.

The ground quaked around him as she carefully tapped the toes of her shoes against the floor.

“Oh man, I can't even see him when he's between my feet,” Sydney announced, her feet creating a continuous earthquake as she took a few shuffling steps back so she could gaze down upon him. “I still can't believe that people can really get this small.”

A black leather mary jane crashed down, almost crushing Dave as Haley pivoted back toward Sydney, “I read that some people can even get smaller than an inch.”

Dave shuddered, trying to imagine being that much smaller than he already was. A single step from one of these girls would probably have sent him tumbling about just from the wind alone.

“What would you even do with someone that small?”

Haley shrugged, “This girl in LA that I follow on Instagram actually did a shot with one in it.”

“No way!”

“Hold on, you have to see it, it's crazy.”

The whole world began to shake as Haley rushed across the room to where her backpack sat against the wall. Dave tracked the giantess's progress against the expansive carpeted plains, before he suddenly had to hit the deck as Sydney's foot almost rammed into him as the girl turned around. From where he lay, plastered against the floor, he found himself unable to look at anything beside the low expansive heel of the shoe as it smashed down carpet fibers.

The garbled sound of a bar echoed out of Haley's phone, and the two giantesses stood mesmerized by the horrific fifteen second Instagram loop. “Oh my God!” Sydney boomed as the video ended.

For a moment, Dave felt a flicker of hope that his captor would be sufficiently horrified that a woman had literally eaten another person alive, but then the giant girl pulled out her own phone.

“I have to start following her.”

“There are so many people doing cool stuff with their Shrinkees now,” Haley announced as she stooped back over her bag.

“Ugh, I'm still not sure if I like that term,” Sydney replied as she began to walk back toward Dave, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand.

The shrunken man scrambled to his feet and looked for anywhere to run when suddenly Sydney was standing legs akimbo over him. His heart threatened to leap out of his chest as the giantess twisted about, the whole floor creaking beneath her gargantuan frame, before she finally leaned forward enough to see him between her feet. “Pfft, stupid little man, you need to be more careful, I could've snuffed you out like that,” she snapped her fingers for emphasis as she stepped backward.

Dave stood there in confusion trying to imagine how he had been the one endangering himself, but then he saw the sole of her shoe rise up into the heavens before it started to fall. “Holy shit!” He screamed, diving to one side as it crashed to the ground just to the right of where he had just been standing.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Sydney boomed as she played with her phone.

Laying on his back, staring up in terror at the gigantic girl, Dave didn't know what to do.

The floor shuddered beneath him as Haley crossed the room, yanking the chair out from behind Sydney's desk so she could sit down. “They're basically useless when they first shrink,” the giant brunette announced as she dropped her former teacher at the toe of her mary jane.

Dave couldn't help but stare at the woman, the same woman he had seen months earlier at the coffee shop and now had seen dozens of times tending to Haley's needs and whims on the girl's youtube channel. She stared back at him, recognition rolling across her face making her eyes grow wide before her shoulders slumped in sorrow as she took in his shrunken frame. As Dave stared back at her, something far worse hit him than the simple shared recognition when he realized that she was now much taller than he was. From across the carpet he could tell that she was practically double his size, when before she had been maybe only an inch or so bigger than him.

In the time since he had escaped Vanessa's clutches and been captured by the enormous teen that now stood before him, he had shrunk again.

“Of course, sometimes even after you've had them for years they're still worthless,” Haley growled as she shoved the wet toe of her shoe into the shrunken woman's backside, sending her sprawling to the floor.

“Sorry, Mistress Haley, I'm so sorry,” the woman pleaded as she started to kiss the huge shoe. Haley lifted it up above her head, and her shrunken slave didn't hesitate to get underneath and begin to lick away at the crud and grime that had collected on the sole throughout the day.

Sydney's foot tapped the floor behind Dave, making him wobble even more, “Well, little man, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Collapsing to his knees, Dave shuffled forward and kissed the wet white leather of her shoe. “I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress Sydney.”

“Hmm,” Sydney tapped her chin somewhere in the heavens high above him, “Actually, I think I want to be Lady Sydney.”

“Ooo, that's good. If we do a video together, it'd be cool if they called us different things.”

“Right?”

A shadow rolled over Dave's world, and he looked up just in time to see Sydney snap a picture. “Lady Sydney's Four Inch Slave,” she announced as she typed, the clicks of a digital keyboard echoing across the room, “And let's not forget #LivinLarge and #Immune4Liiiiiiiife.” The two girls laughed as Sydney threw her fingers out like she was flashing a gang sign.

“And reblogged,” Haley announced from where she sat.

Sydney's foot rammed into him without warning, sending him rolling across the carpet for a few feet before he skidded to a stop. “Ugh, he's so dumb,” Sydney groaned as she sat down on her bed. Her fingers snapped in the air, and she pointed down at her shoes, “Untie those, stupid.”

Pushing himself to his feet, Dave watched as the giantesses' enormous bodies rose up like mountains, and he and Haley's former teacher were the pathetic people trying to eke out a life in the valley between. His skin was already starting to bruise as he limped over to the schoolgirl's shoes and yanked at the heavy laces.

As he pulled and wondered if his little four inch frame had the strength to undo the knot, it hit Dave all over again; He was still shrinking and he had no idea if it would ever actually stop.