“And
will you be a good girl for Lex while I'm gone?” Emily's finger
tickled against Heather's stomach, making her squirm while the
giantess cooed, “Hm?”
Her
whole body was a faint pink from the humiliating way the giant girl
spoke to her but Heather managed to call back, “Yes, Emily.”
“Aww,”
Emily's fingers wrapped around her body and Heather let herself sink
into the gentle warmth as she was lifted off of the table. The girl's
warm ruby red lips pressed against her chest and she let out a faint
gasp when Emily's tongue brushed against her nipples. She was pulled
away, gasping and shivering, while the giantess purred, “I really
don't want to leave you here, Hot Mom.”
“You
can just take her with you,” Lex muttered from where they sat at
the kitchen table, eating a sandwich and scrolling through their
phone.
“No I
can't, not for Thanksgiving,” Emily said with a faint pout as her
finger played with Heather's hair, “All my cousins are younger than
me and I'd be horrified if they laid a single finger on my little Hot
Mom.”
For a
moment, Heather found herself pleasantly leaning into Emily's touch
but then she stiffened. This was the first time that she had heard
the immense girl mention cousins, and while she wasn't sure how much
younger was younger, she found herself trembling at the sudden
reminder of how easily she could be harmed by a child. She swallowed
a lump in her throat as she stared up at Emily, who simply blew her a
kiss for reassurance.
“Are
you sure you don't want to come?” Emily asked Lex as she lowered
Heather back down to the table.
While
the fingers released her, the hand didn't lift away, instead it
remained circled around her and Emily's fingertips grazed against her
curves, making her stumble and blush even more.
“To
your family's Thanksgiving? No, I'm good,” Lex replied as they
popped the last bite of their sandwich past their lips. As they
dusted their hands off, they added, “Frankly, Thanksgiving in
November is just too weird to me.”
Emily
rolled her eyes, “It's not like you flew home for your
Thanksgiving.”
“I
had to study for midterms and flying home is expensive,” They waved
their hand dismissively.
“I
just hate to think of you here, all alone...” Emily's forefinger
settled on Heather's head and the shrunken woman found her knees
shaking from the sudden weight.
“I
won't be alone, I'll have Siggy and now Hot Mom,” Lex's long
fingers suddenly wrapped around her frame and she yelped as they
pulled her back, “We're going to have a nice relaxing weekend
together.”
Heather
squirmed slightly and that only brought a smirk to Lex's lips as they
dropped her in a heap beside their bag of chips. Their fingertips
gently pushed against her backside, making her stumble into the open
bag. She turned her head to stare up at the giant, who simply mouthed
the word 'eat' down at her.
Her
stomach growled as she reached into the bag and took out a sizable
bbq chip and bit into it, almost moaning as the flavor exploded
across her tiny mouth.
“You
know what I meant,” Emily sighed.
“I
really don't mind being alone this weekend, Ems,” Lex's fingers
pushed Heather aside as they dove into the bag and pulled two or
three chips out for themself. High above they popped the chips into
their mouth and their words were mingled with loud crunching, “It's
not even a holiday to me, it's just the weekend in November where I
have campus basically to myself.”
Their
conversation was interrupted by Emily's phone ringing, but with a
single glance at the screen she dismissed the call.
“Who
was it?” Lex asked as another chip soared into their open maw.
“It
was just Daddy,” Emily's fingers flashed against her phone's
screen, “He probably wants to know if I'm on the road yet. He said
yesterday there's a storm that might head our way.”
“Oh
man, I forget how much of a 'gotta get to the airport six hours
early' Dad your Dad is,” Lex chuckled.
Heather's
chewing slowed as the memory of her family's last vacation suddenly
rushed to the front of her mind. She had always been the one to make
sure they were on schedule, and she could easily hear Zoe huffing
from the backseat of the car as they drove to the airport, muttering
something about how there was no need for them to get to the airport
so early.
“He
just wants to make sure I'm safe,” Emily said as her fingers
continued to tap against her phone, clearly exchanging texts with her
father, “He also is reminding me to tell you that you're more than
welcome to come.”
Lex
rolled their eyes, “If I went who would take care of our
shrinkees?”
“Aww,”
the girl's fingers suddenly covered Heather's world in shadow, “I
really do hate to leave you here, Hot Mom.”
The
vigorous petting pulled Heather back to the present, banishing her
daughter's voice from her head. She leaned into Emily's fingers and
chased the feeling of being completely absorbed in the moment.
Nuzzling up against the girl's fingertips, she gently pressed her
lips against them and ran her own hands up and down the giantess's
powerful digits.
“It's
just a few days, cutie, ok?”
“Ok,
Emily,” Heather called up between her kisses, “I'll be good for
Lex.”
“Mhm,
I know you will, you're my good girl,” Emily's cooing filled
Heather with joy as she pressed herself up against Emily's fingertip,
her hands moving of their own accord as she struggled to pull it down
her body.
The
soft chuckle that echoed across the world made Heather's whole body
burn bright red as the finger withdrew. “And you'll be nice to her,
right, Lex? You'll tell her she's a good girl and give her plenty of
snuggles?”
“Ems,
I've owned a shrinkee for years, I know how to take care of them.”
“I
know but Hot Mom isn't like Siggy,” Emily cooed and her finger came
back down to tickle beneath Heather's chin before it drifted down to
her chest. Heather's whole body shuddered as Emily's fingernail
gently pressed against her nipples. The finger pulled away again and
Heather couldn't stop herself from reaching for it, which only made
Emily giggle again, “She's a little sensitive sweetie.”
“I
promise to drown her in affection,” Lex said dryly as their fingers
wrapped around Heather's body and lifted her up.
She
couldn't help but squirm and reach for Emily, who watched her with
big sad brown eyes as Lex simply dropped her down into their breast
pocket. The flannel pocket was wide but not particularly deep,
leaving her to awkwardly stumble for a moment before she slid down
into into it. She felt like she was in a too small tub as her arms
awkwardly flopped over the side and her legs threatened to spill out
as she slumped down. Still, it was hard not to notice how warm it was
and the woody scent that Lex regularly wore was just masculine enough
that Heather found her body tingling when it tickled her nostrils.
“Alright,
you have a good weekend, Lex,” Emily's footfalls thundered as she
stepped closer and bent down to give her roommate a quick hug.
Heather
yelped as her owner's sweater-clad chest pressed down, smushing her
between the giant pair's breasts. She knew neither of them were
particularly robust but at her size their tits were hefty enough to
smother her.
Her
lungs were burning and her head was spinning when the pair finally
pulled apart. She barely even noticed when Emily gave her one last
affectionate head pat before walking out, her powerful booted
footfalls echoing through the house.
Heather
couldn't stop herself from straining to listen to the world outside
as Emily walked to her car, started it up, and drove away. It was
hard to hear over the sound of Lex's crunchy potato chips but she
knew when the girl was actually gone and she felt the faintest twinge
of sadness in her chest.
She sat
in her awkward hammock, watching Lex eat for several more minutes
before the giant lowered their fingers to her and their voice rattled
through her body, “Lick these clean.”
She
stared at the bbq chip dust for a moment, unable to think about
anything besides when Izzy demanded she lick the giantess's sneakers.
Her tongue suddenly felt dry and she could almost taste the shoe
leather before she leaned forward and gave the finger a tentative
swipe.
Again,
the intense flavor exploded across her tongue and she involuntarily
let out a faint moan before licking away at Lex's finger. The giant's
amused laugh rumbled through her world and she could feel their eyes
on her as she licked, her hands gently gripping each finger as it was
presented to her, almost like she was a baby steadying a bottle.
When
the pinkie finger was pulled away, Heather's world suddenly lurched
about as Lex rose to their feet. She let out a panicked yelp that
only brought another amused rumble from the giant and while she
managed to steady herself against the flannel, Heather's eyes went
wide as she stared out at the vast world.
It was
so strange to see the house at the level of a normal, if somewhat
short, person.
The
cramped pocket swayed with each of Lex's steps but every time the
giant paused, she could turn her head and try to take in things she
had never noticed; art on the walls, random objects left on the
counter, the brand names of the food the giants ate. It was all so
perfectly mundane and somehow that made it all the more thrilling.
As Lex
opened the mostly bare fridge, Heather couldn't help but peer into
it, taking special attention to note the condiments that she had
occasionally licked off of Emily and Lex's fingers or tasted when she
was given a bite of their food. The giant hummed to themself,
“Definitely going to need to get food today but maybe I should also
pick up a growler...”
The
world pitched back and Heather was battered once more into Lex's
chest, which earned only the barest grunt from the giant. She peered
down their long frame as they walked through the house, their flannel
shirt hung loosely over gray sweatpants that tapered at the ankles
and their socked feet were encased in warm looking Ugg slippers. The
whole outfit radiated a cozy day off and just seeing it made Heather
snuggle into the giant's pocket.
She was
jostled hard a moment later as Lex pounded up the stairs and then
strolled into their bedroom. Their fingers snatched her up and
Heather shouted in fright as she was suddenly tumbling through the
air only to crash down on a vast bedspread that reeked of Lex. The
world was still spinning when she steadied herself, her little hands
and knees barely sinking into the vast comforter while each of Lex's
footfalls made her shake.
“I'm
going out, Siggy,” the giant announced as they kicked off their
slippers.
Heather
looked around but the shrunken girl wasn't on the vast plateau of
Lex's bed. Her voice called out from somewhere on the floor, “But
Master, I haven't finished cleaning your boots-”
“I'm
just running to the store,” Lex replied as they bent down and
snatched a pair of Birkenstocks from within their closet, “These
will be fine.”
“But
I haven't cleaned those for you since the summer,” there was a
strange hint of fear in Siggy's whining voice.
“Then
you and Hot Mom will just have to clean them extra good when I get
back,” Lex's words were punctuated with the slap of their sandals
hitting the floor. They slipped their feet into the shoes and added,
“Now if I hear another peep out of you about these shoes, tomorrow
will just be another Thursday, understood?”
“Yes,
Master!” Siggy cried out and Heather could hear her scrambling
across the floor to kiss Lex's toes, “I'm sorry, Master!”
Lex's
long leg flexed and Heather could hear Siggy fall backwards with a
faint grunt as the giant turned to walk away. They paused for a
moment, patting the pockets of their sweatpants and then the pocket
of their flannel as they muttered, “Where did I put...”
Then
their blue eyes fell on Heather, making her shiver.
“There
you are,” they thundered, their hand quickly snatching her up and
depositing her onto the floor in a stomach flipping moment, “Clean
up whatever Siggy says needs cleaning.”
“Y-yes,
Lex.”
Siggy
cleared her throat behind Heather and she could feel the girl's eyes
drilling into her back.
“I
mean, yes, Master,” as she spoke the words, Heather found herself
bowing forward slightly.
Lex
didn't respond, the floor already shaking as they walked off, clearly
debating what to grab from the grocery store on the day before
Thanksgiving. Their voice echoed through the house until the front
door opened and shut, then a moment later their car started up and
finally silence reigned.
She
slowly turned around to see that Siggy had already returned to work,
cleaning scuffs from the giant's towering combat boots and polishing
the gleaming metal eyelets till they shined. Heather simply stepped
forward, grabbed another strip of rag and set to work beside them.
Since
the Halloween party, Siggy tolerated her more but there was still a
strange tension in the air between them. Polishing the wall of black
leather, Heather looked up to see the girl absorbed in her work like
she always was.
“Siggy,
what did Le-” On the other side of the boot's toe the girl flinched
but didn't lift her head up enough to glare at her, “What did
Master mean when they said if you kept talking about their shoes
tomorrow would just be another day?”
“Tomorrow's
Thanksgiving,” Siggy said it as if it were the most obvious thing
in the world.
“I
know, that's why Emily went home for the weekend,” She couldn't
keep her own frustration from creeping into her voice, she knew that
Siggy had understood her question.
“Master
always does special things on holidays,” she shrugged as she pushed
and pulled her rag a little more slowly. “But Master is from Canada
and their Thanksgiving is in October so doing something for me on
American Thanksgiving isn't always...” She sighed and let out a
faint sniffle, “It's not always guaranteed.”
“Oh,”
Heather blinked, her head swirling as she took in the girl's words.
“So
follow their orders to the letter and stop calling them by their
name, Master hates that,” Siggy's words practically turned into a
snarl as she looked up to stare daggers at Heather, “I don't want
you messing up my Thanksgiving.”
“I
won't, I promise,” Heather said, her voice shaking at Siggy's
sudden anger.
“Then
go start on Master's Air Force 1s, they wore them yesterday,” she
pointed at where the huge sneakers sat, tipped over on their sides,
“Start with the soles, they take the longest.”
“Sure,
Siggy,” she nodded and dragged her rag back where she found it
before slinking over to the massive white sneakers.
There
were no scuffs from what she could see, the shoe leather was so
bright that it almost hurt to look at. Yet, as she rounded the heel
and looked at the two vast soles, she could see pockets of dirt and
pebbles that had collected in the tread. She took up a clean strip of
cloth and began to wipe away at the vast undersides, easily losing
herself in a task that she had performed for both Emily and Lex
countless times already.
Heather
was halfway through clearing the rust colored flecks from the
concentric circles near the front of the sneaker before she realized
what she was actually cleaning up. “Oh God,” she muttered as she
took in the size of the stain, which was larger than the ones she
usually wiped away from Emily's soles. Her stomach convulsed as she
took in the way the blood had clearly seeped through the tread and
she took several steps back until she battered up against the shoe's
partner.
She
leapt back from the sole and turned around, expecting to see more
people mashed into the other tread but she only found dirt and
pebbles.
Swallowing
down bile, she turned to look back at the stain.
There
was thankfully no discernible outline of a person but that did little
to make Heather feel better as she forced herself to wipe away at it
with a trembling hand. She stared up and down the length of the
immense shoe and found it easy to imagine the huge shadow it would
cast. She already knew the force that one of Lex's feet could
generate and she had had to dodge them enough that she knew how badly
it would hurt.
But
this hadn't been a quick stomp or a misplaced step, Lex must have
deliberately crushed this person.
She
wondered if it had been someone Lex had known or was angry with. She
wanted to believe that, that there was some kind of emotion behind
it. It made her think of when Emily had swallowed the boy whole on
Halloween, when she had told him that he shouldn't have talked over
the girls in his class. But that only made her skin crawl as she
thought about it, because that wasn't a real reason to kill someone.
It had been a cruel justification, said more to make the shrunken boy
feel worse than explain why he was going to be swallowed in a shot.
The
likelihood that it had just been a random shrinkee made her shudder.
Lex
could have just seen them, trapped them beneath their tread and then
slowly crushed them for no other reason than they needed to let out
their own frustrations. If it even rose to that level, it could have
just as easily been a minor passing amusement.
And now
she had to wipe the remains of that horrible moment away.
The
door to the house opened far below and Heather was forced to listen
to Lex happily whistling to themself as they put away whatever food
and beer they had bought. The blood stain had been completely removed
and Heather was already working her way down the other sole when the
giant strolled upstairs.
Their
whistling made her ears ring while the floor shook beneath their
powerful feet.
A
sandal soared over her head and crashed down on the other side of the
sneaker before its partner clattered down onto the floor just beyond
the toe of the shoe she was cleaning. Lex's shadow passed overhead
and their rich laugh rumbled across the world.
“Siggy,
get out of there,” they said playfully, “If you keep falling
asleep in my slippers, one of these days I might step on you.”
“I'm
sorry, Master, they're just so soft and warm,” the girl shouted
back.
“Yeah,
yeah,” Lex boomed, still clearly in a happy mood as they put their
slippers back on and started to walk off, “When you two finish up
with these, come on downstairs to show my feet some proper
attention.”
“Of
course, Master!” Siggy cried.
But the
giant said nothing, they just kept whistling happily to themself as
they descended the stairs.