Dave spent most of his first afternoon in Sydney's possession cowering upon the floor, desperately trying to avoid her long slender feet as they moved about. He realized that most of the time, it was unconscious, a habit that the girl had never needed to think about because before she never needed to worry about snuffing out the life of a tiny person. Of course, Dave quickly realized that just because he was down between the cotton pillars of her sock-clad legs, the fabric constantly wriggling and stretching as her toes wiggled about in their prison, didn't mean she had any intention of thinking about it now that he was there.

Every time her foot barreled him over or almost squashed him, the world would quickly darken as she leaned out over her bed to stare down at him. Her countenance went from cute to annoyed in the blink of an eye as it gazed down upon him from the heavens, making him bow as low as he could on his hands and knees with his head pressed upon the ground. Even though he doubted the tremendous teen could hear him, Dave found himself whimpering, “I'm sorry, Lady Sydney.”

She never demanded he speak up or do anything more, but something about the way the enormous girl glowered at him made him crawl forward and gently kiss her toe, just like he had done with Vanessa. He had no idea if it actually pleased his new captress because by the time he was trying to make amends, she was already chatting to Haley about their classes or plans for later in the week.

Still, dodging her unconscious movements was way better than when she purposefully corralled him with her huge feet. He was so busy dodging the immense peds that he didn't even realize what was going on until it looked like he was trapped behind a pair of navy-colored walls, staring out across the carpeted floor to where Haley's slave was pinned beneath the girl's foot.

“Oh no,” he had whispered to himself, turning about to see one of Sydney's saddle shoes blocking his escape path to the bed's underside.

On his right, the huge beast of a foot began to pivot, the heel raised up just above his head. He wondered if he could dart beneath it, but when he glanced skyward he noticed Sydney's pale blue eyes staring down at him through her glasses, focused upon his little body. Her lips twitched as she smirked and he heard her foot grind against the ground behind him.

His shoulders were suddenly smashed down by the girl's powerful heel, knocking him flat onto his face as the foot then slowly descended onto his stunned form. As the massive appendage settled upon his body, his feet pinned beneath the ball of her foot and his head sticking out beneath the heel, he felt it being stretched out completely for the first time in years. His back cracked and knots he didn't even know were there begin to loosen, as if he had just spent hours in a chiropractor's office.

Then the weight settled down on him completely, and as he tried to suck in a deep breath all he managed was a shallow puff of air. He tried to wriggle out, but just Sydney's foot was entirely unmovable, and the pleasant stretching of his muscles turned into instant burning pain with each writhing attempt at movement. As he felt like he was about to pull a muscle he couldn't even name near the small of his back, Dave finally gave up, simply laying beneath the huge foot in defeat.

“Hey,” had come the instant annoyed voice of his teenage owner, “Keep squirming down there, you little shit, it feels good.”

Whimpering, he continued to writhe and stretch, desperately trying to avoid doing any further harm to himself. When her foot lifted off and it wasn't instantly replaced by its opposite, he had thought he was in the clear. Instead, the same corralling occurred ten or twenty minutes later before he ended up trapped beneath her opposite foot.

That was where he had stayed until Sydney walked her friend to the door, not even bothering to warn him to stay in one place.

Dave had tried, desperately, to force himself to his feet but every time he pushed against the ground his muscles screeched in protest, quivering and shaking so hard that he could actually see them move beneath his skin. Turning his head this way and that, he cursed himself as he realized just how many nooks and crannies there were to hide in Sydney's bedroom. All he needed to do was rest up, and eventually he'd be able to outsmart the girl.

If he could get away from someone as prepared as Vanessa was to keep a tiny person imprisoned, Dave reasoned that escaping some girl who was still in high school wouldn't be much of a problem.

The ground quaked once more and turning his head with a painful ache, he watched her huge feet come into view. He winced, trying to literally inch his way to the safety of her bed as her sock covered feet smashed down against the carpet. Then the floor finally stopped shaking as she came to a halt beside him, her toes wiggling in her socks as she hummed to herself.

Flopping over onto his back, Dave's eyes went wide as the teenage girl began to unbutton the clean white blouse that was part of her school uniform. Disgusted at the thought of watching a teenager undress, he shut his eyes tight just as she pulled her shirt open and he caught a flash of a pale bra.

With his eyes closed, listening to the surprisingly loud sound of fabric moving around, he couldn't help but think of all the times that Vanessa undressed in front of him. He couldn't deny that most of the time she undressed in front of him without a care. In fact, she normally had less self-consciousness than most people showed in front of dogs or cats. However, there had been a few moments when she had done it explicitly to tease him, to show him all the parts of her gorgeous landscape of a body that he couldn't touch. Thinking about her now and hearing the unzipping of something, Dave couldn't stop his manhood from stirring to attention.

His hands were already traveling toward his crotch when a hefty weight crashed against his entire body.

Instantly, the little man flailed and shouted, his muscles instantly aching as he tried to thrash against the hefty wool skirt that seemed to stretch all around him. Pain flared all over his body; his manhood aching from the sudden strike, his muscles burning from the weight of Sydney's foot, and his skin being irritated by the scratchy wool exterior of the skirt. His own warm breath was blown back out at him as he struggled against the fabric, desperately trying to draw the attention of his giantess captor.

Instead he felt the floor shake as she moved about her room, and whatever pleas might have penetrated the skirt were instantly drowned out by music that Sydney started humming along to. Flustered and cursing to himself, Dave found himself completely powerless against even Sydney's unaware strength, and for the second time that evening, he yielded as his limbs flopped uselessly to the floor.

Time became meaningless beneath the skirt.

Each breath was tainted by the scent of Sydney's laundry detergent, soap, and crotch. The only thing the little man was thankful for was that the wool skirt at least kept him warm, trapping all the heat around him, and blocking out most of the girl's terrible music. Of course, then he slowly began to sweat and he quickly realized that if he couldn't hear the songs, it was near impossible to even get an idea of how much time was passing.

When the ground started to shake with Sydney's footsteps once again, the shaking suddenly stopped. The hefty piece of fabric was lifted off of Dave, and the little man instantly winced as light flooded in. Sydney stood directly above him, her navy socks exchanged for brown Ugg boots with pink sweat pants tucked into them, and a University of Notre Dame hoodie covering her chest. She smiled as she saw him laying between her feet, covered in sweat and balls of lint.

“Oh my God, was this too heavy for you to get out of?” She asked as she swung her skirt back and forth, the hefty piece of wool hooked on a single one of her fingers. The little man said nothing as her laugh echoed out like a peal of thunder, “Oh man, that's so pathetic.”

Despite his exhaustion, Dave managed to flinch as the underside of her boot sailed over him when she pivoted. Sydney continued to giggle as she snatched something off her desk, and again he cowered as she turned back around, each movement smooth and almost graceful despite the way it clumsily endangered him. Seeing the phone held in her other hand, Dave felt his stomach churn, he had only been in the girl's possession for an evening and already he was being splashed across her Instagram or Tumblr or whatever the hell she used.

The camera app clicked loudly above him and she giggled as the floor rumbled beneath her powerful feet. She dropped the skirt into the same laundry basket that he had been trapped in earlier that afternoon, and then started to walk back toward him, her eyes glued to her phone the whole time.

Panic surged through Dave's body, and for the first time in hours, he managed to force himself to his feet. He started to scramble back toward the underside of her bed just as she looked up from her phone. An annoyed look crossed her face, and suddenly his path was blocked by a pillar of sheepskin, “Where were you scurrying off to, hm?”

“I... I...” his throat was dry, and Dave found himself coughing as he stared up at the enormous girl.

The giantess squatted down over him, and for the first time since she had freed him from the laundry, her hand came down and scooped him up. Her fingers tightened around him instantly, pressing his legs together while pinning his arms to his sides. Grunting, Dave found himself trying to squirm in the girl's grip as she lifted him higher and higher.

His ears popped and he felt her warm breath brush across his hair, and as he looked out past the edges of Sydney's fist, he realized that the girl was quite tall, easily taller than Vanessa had been. He found himself swallowing a lump that quickly formed in his dry throat as his body went perfectly still.

It was hard to make sense of Sydney's facial expression when most of his view was dominated by her lips and chin, but he felt the laugh roll across his body. “Are you just realizing how long of a way down it is you stupid little shit?” Sydney asked as she turned her fist so that he was looking directly down at the floor between her booted feet.

An intense feeling of vertigo rolled through Dave's four inch body, and he barely clamped down an urge to scream, instead producing a high pitched and terrified yelp.

“Yeah, and I can put you even higher,” she announced as she lifted her arm up well above her head, making Dave's eyes go wide as her whole body seemed to stretch down below him like a skyscraper, “You're probably almost, like, eight feet in the air right now but I bet it looks like a lot more to you, huh?”

Dave shut his eyes tight to as dizziness and panic threatened to completely overwhelm him.

“I wonder if you would die if I dropped you from this height.”

Fear stabbed directly into his heart and Dave found himself whimpering, “Please don't, Sydney, Oh my God, don't drop me, please.”

“Huh?” Dave's body plummeted through the sky but his stomach felt like it was still up in the stratosphere of the girl's reach as she brought him in front of her ear. “Did you say something?”

Blubbering, Dave blinked tears from his eyes and found himself staring through errant strands of auburn hair as Sydney brushed the bulk of it behind her pale ear. “Please,” he caught himself just before he said her name again, “Please, Lady Sydney, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry.”

He felt himself being lowered once again, and her grip loosened as she held him down at chest height. The little man stretched out in her palm, his arms and legs instantly overcome with a horrific pins-and-needles feeling as sensation returned. All Dave could do was stare up at the titanic teen, pleading as best as he could as she weighed his fate.

Then her phone buzzed, and her eyes immediately flickered away from him to where she had dropped it on her bed. Dave's head went from the girl to the phone and back as her huge thumb moved in a flash to unlock the device. A picture of him cowering between her sheepskin boots appeared briefly before the page immediately jumped to a comment from 'MistressHaley99' but before he could read it, the giantess had lifted her phone out of sight.

A bark of laughter shook Dave's little world, making him scramble for purchase on her cupped palm. “Haley thinks you're a pervert for crawling around in my skirt, little dude,” Sydney announced as she typed back a comment that he wasn't privy too.

As simply as that, the giantess was done tormenting him.

Wind whistled in his ears as she turned in place and then dumped him onto an open textbook on her desk. He landed and then immediately rolled down off the page before smacking against the desk's wooden surface. The whole thing shook as Sydney walked off, distracted by her phone, and leaving him on his own.

It took Dave several long seconds to calm down from the terror of being lifted into the sky by the young girl. He stared back up at her ceiling, trying to imagine being dropped from it down to the carpeted floor below. The tiny man started to crawl toward the edge of the desk before stopping himself, knowing it would only make him dizzy once again.

His previous owner had reminded him how resilient the human body was when she had first captured him. A shudder went through Dave's body as he realized that even as high up as Sydney had held him, he wouldn't have died from that fall. A lot of his bones would have shattered, but he would have been left on the carpet; writhing, moaning, and dying but not dead. For the second time in as many minutes, Dave shook with fear as he realized Sydney would have had to crush him to death beneath the Uggs she was wearing.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, the shrunken man looked for something to distract himself with, which is when he noticed the laptop sitting open before him. His eyes went wide, and instantly everything else was forgotten as he crawled toward the computer. Vanessa had never let him get so close to her electronics, and instantly his mind raced with ideas.

His crawl quickly turned into a run and he jumped atop the Macbook's silvery surface. All he needed to do was log in to his personal email and he could send a message to someone. Even after months, he doubted that everyone had given up hope, but as he got within a single step of the touchpad, he skidded to a halt.

Staring up the screen, he tried to imagine what would happen from a single email. He couldn't tell them where he was outside of a city and that was only if Sydney actually lived within its limits. For all he knew, he could be in one of a dozen small towns and suburbs within a short drive of the city center. Furthermore, would they even believe a random email sent months after he presumably shrunk? And if they did, would they care?

His shoulders slumped and the little man fell to his knees, not even denting the Macbook with his weight. Who could he even email with any certainty? Anyone in his family had the same genes he did, and could be in the exact same predicament as him, enslaved to some Immune giant who didn't even bother to ask their name. And his friends and coworkers who were Immune? Why would they come out to get him if not to have him do the exact same things that Sydney expected of him.

“Hey!”

The giantess's voice tore apart his thoughts as his world shook from her approach.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw her holding a bowl overflowing with salad and a glass of water in her hand, a scowl on her face as she saw him sitting atop her laptop. Each step increased in power until she was towering over him, the bowl landed with a crash followed by a bone shaking thud from the water glass. Her hand reached for him, and Dave couldn't find the energy to muster any resistance as her thumb and forefinger pinched his torso.

She sat down as she lifted him up to her face, “What did you think you were going to do with my laptop you little shit?”

“I-” the words caught in his throat, but the huge face before him clearly demanded an answer, “Nothing, Lady Sydney, I'm sorry, I should have known better.”

Her eyes softened for a moment, and Dave suddenly thought that he had finally managed to evoke at least pity from one of the gigantic assholes that ruled his shrunken existence, and then her whole face twisted into a sneer. “Yeah, you should have known better,” she announced as she set him down between her salad and glass. Dave was unable to stop himself from cowering as she began to spear hunks of lettuce, “Phones and computers are for real people, not stupid little shits like you. Is that clear?”

Dave simply nodded, “Yes, Lady Sydney. I'm sorry, Lady Sydney.”

The added apology seemed to mollify the young woman and as she lifted her fork to her mouth, she flicked off a spinach leaf with her pinkie finger, “If you continue to be good, maybe I'll give you more.”

As the spinach leaf landed with a sad thwap in front of him, hunger suddenly roared inside Dave's tiny body. He rushed toward it before stopping himself to look up and sincerely thank his teenage captor, “Thank you, Lady Sydney, thank you.” Yanking up the leaf, he tore into it with reckless abandon, amazed at how flavorful the green vegetable seemed to his half-starved mind. As Sydney ate, more scraps rained down around him, some with splashes of the sweet vinaigrette she had used still on them, and Dave found himself profusely and sincerely thanking the giantess. Eventually he lay sprawled across a small patch of her desk, her enormous arms encircling him as she typed, patting his full belly.

High above him, Sydney let out a long yawn, and suddenly announced, “I think it's bedtime, little dude.” She closed her laptop and then the desk shook as she set her elbows down on it, and held her head in her hands as she looked down at him. A smile spread across her face and a huge finger descended, gently poking his stomach as she giggled, “I guess it's true, huh, the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach.”

Dave's stomach churned as she prodded his still full belly, and he found himself amazed, and disgusted, at how docile a few table scraps had made him.

Before he could try to mount some kind of resistance though, the rest of her fingers were digging beneath his body and lifting him up into the air. “I never thought I'd just find one of you shrinkees on the street, ya know?” Sydney announced as she bent down and opened up the bottom drawer of her desk, “Which means I don't have a cage for you yet, little dude, so I hope you don't mind this.”

Dave found himself being placed in the middle of several stacks of books, the drawer too dimly lit for him to even make sense of the titles. His eyes widened as he watched Sydney's fingers started pushing the drawer closed before the giantess halted it, leaving a two inch gap. He could only make out her pale blue eyes as she looked down through the gap, “Oops, almost forgot that you probably wouldn't get any air if I closed it.”

Dave felt his heart race as the giantess simply laughed above him, the light going out as the world shook from her passing. In the darkness of her bedroom, Dave heard her pry off her boots and hoodie before burying herself beneath her blankets. She tossed and turned on her bed for what seemed like an eternity before he heard the familiar sound of a peacefully slumbering giantess.

And that's when Dave's need for escape rushed back to the forefront of his brain.

Sydney was simply too careless. It was just a matter of time before she accidentally stepped on him or closed the drawer all the way or, as Dave reasoned was the most likely outcome, disproportionately punish him to the point where he'd beg for her to grind him to death beneath her foot.

The little man took deep breaths to settle himself before looking at the books that surrounded him. Nodding his head, Dave decided that they'd make a solid ladder, and he started to clamber up them as he tried to remember the few rock climbing classes he had taken back when he was normal sized. Despite the chill of the evening, Dave felt sweat start to run down his back as he dragged himself on to the top of a glossy YA novel that was apparently about to be a major motion picture.

Flopped across the novel, he gazed across the shadowy world of Sydney's bedroom, and that's when he heard the approaching rumble of another giant.

The little man froze in place and it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't heard anything from the giantess's parents. A whole afternoon and evening had gone by with the girl completely alone except for Haley.

Light flared around the frame of her distant bedroom door, and then shadows played across the threshold as someone stood in front of it. The door knob rattled and the hinges creaked as someone opened up the door, sending light blazing across the teenage girl's bedroom. Dave blinked rapidly to adjust as the whole world seemed to shake from the giant's approach.

When he finally cleared his eyesight, he found himself staring up the backside of a woman just as tall as Sydney. Her pants clung tightly to a shapely, and far fuller, rear than her daughter's before widening at the calf to drape over a pair of stiletto heels that seemed to completely smash down the carpet fibers they stood upon. Dave looked up as she reached out a hand, completely absent of any rings, to her daughter before she pulled it away, obviously not wanting to wake her sleeping child.

With an almost fluid grace, Dave watched the gigantic woman spin on heel while simultaneously reaching up and letting her auburn hair down. As she ran her fingers through her thick tresses that were streaked with gray, Dave found himself gazing up at her gorgeous face. Where Sydney was cute in a girl-next-door kind of way, her mother looked almost regal, a comparison it was hard for Dave not to make given the hefty chain-link statement necklace that hung from her neck and her relative size in comparison to his little frame.

The woman's steely eyes narrowed, somehow spotting him despite the shadow she cast upon him. Her full lips curled in a smile as she saw him cowering atop the young adult novel, and then Dave heard the odd sound of her heel dragging across the carpet. His eyes widened as the pointed toe of her heel rose up, and the triangular sole seemed to fill his world as it pressed against the drawer.

The little man was thrown bodily from the top of the novel stack as the drawer was shoved back. He tumbled down before hitting the bottom where he lay, his body bruised and battered from the fall. His heart rate started to pick up as he feared he would suffocate during the night. Then the world rattled, and a sliver of light came in through the top.

The woman's voice practically purred, “Wouldn't want you to suffocate, slave.”

Then the world shook as Sydney's mother walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door.