Heather
awoke the next day to the cool gray light of an early morning and the
first thing she noticed was how her body ached from serving Lex the
day before.
Since
her arrival, she had had to obey the giant but Heather had never been
at their complete beck and call before. Lex seemed to always have
some minor task for her and Siggy to perform; a sore muscle that
needed to be soothed, dirt that needed to be removed from beneath
their nails, food caught between their teeth. Sometimes they didn't
even issue a command, simply picking her or Siggy up and then
dangling them before whatever minor nuisance was offending them at
the moment until they figured out what needed to be done.
The
night had ended at their feet, plucking sock lint from between their
long elegant toes while they brushed their teeth. Without even a good
night, Lex had herded both shrunken women into Siggy's crate with
their foot, shut out the light, and climbed into bed.
Laying
on Siggy's dog bed, huddled beneath one of Lex's soiled socks for
warmth, Heather started to understand why the shrunken girl was so
mad with her all the time. Now that Emily had her own shrinkee, Siggy
spent less and less time with the gentle giantess. Even though Emily
still did pluck her up and let her lay in her lap while Heather
polished her boots on the floor below, she reasoned that it was far
less of a regular occurrence than it once was. Nor did Siggy ever get
to spend the night with Emily anymore, which she figured must have
happened at least occasionally before that fateful day when Heather
pounded on the door.
She
felt sorry for the young woman beside her but she also felt a flicker
of rage at the giants who ruled their lives. There was absolutely no
reason for Lex to treat Siggy the way they did beyond that they
could.
But the
moment Heather even began to imagine shouting at the giant or even
carefully broaching the topic with Emily, she was reminded of how
easily Lex had held her down beneath the water in the tub.
Her
lungs burned as the memory flashed through her mind over and over
again.
Warmer
morning light was coming through the curtains by the time she was
able to get control of herself though tears stained her cheeks and a
cool sweat trickled down her back.
She
found herself looking down at Siggy, who lay curled up on her side
with Lex's sock pressed against her nose. It was almost amazing the
girl could look so peaceful with what she went through day after day.
Heather knew that Lex slept soundly on the bed above them, which led
the tiny woman to wonder why she had woken up so early at all.
Emily's
early class was on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and while she
still went to class on Thursdays, she was gone for a much shorter
period of time. Those were the days that Heather normally slept in,
cuddled atop Emily's chest or stomach even after the girl woke up
until essentially either the need to go to the bathroom, eat, or get
ready for class finally forced her to rise up and face the day. There
was no reason for her body to force her awake except...
It was
Thanksgiving.
It was
strange to think that just knowing the holiday was approaching had
been enough for her body to wake up early but Heather was suddenly
bombarded by thoughts of what she would have been doing if her life
hadn't been derailed. Over the years she had gotten into a system of
baking pies the night before then waking up early the next day to
clean the kitchen before starting to get as much work done as
possible before her in-laws showed up to get in the way. There were
always offers to help but she knew Jason's sister was terrible in the
kitchen and his mother would always try to do things her way and
eventually walk off while muttering something about how Heather was a
tyrant in the kitchen. For a brief window when Zoe was in middle
school she had been an excellent set of hands but once she entered
high school she was over being Heather's little helper and instead
she'd brood in her room for most of the day.
She
wondered what Jason and Zoe would even do this year, if Jason's
mother would host or if her own family might come. Fresh tears came
to her eyes as she suddenly realized that she had no idea what anyone
had thought happened to her.
In her
first week, Heather had hoped that there would be a knock on the door
and when Emily answered it, Jason or Zoe would be standing on the
other side asking after her. It would have been humiliating, her
standing behind Emily's leg in her stupid maid outfit, but the petite
college girl wouldn't have been able to stop her from running to her
family.
But it
never happened.
She
doubted anyone had put up fliers, since Heather had a feeling Emily
or Lex would have mentioned it at some point. If only as part of the
strange way they seemed to play with both her and Siggy's emotions.
Heather
thought back to when she had first learned she was asymptomatic.
Her
results had come with a few stapled together pages that were about
living with the possibility of shrinking. For weeks she had had the
signs of an imminent attack memorized but they faded from her mind
over time and what had remained were the things they told her to
never search for on the internet. Social media was full of hashtags
that would reveal the dark terrifying reality that awaited so many
shrinkees.
She
wondered now, having seen firsthand the horrible things that Immune
people did, if she would have paid more attention to the rest of the
instructions if she had clicked on something like 'Immune4Life' or
'FutureShoeStain.'
There
had been suggestions for your family about what to do if you shrank
and they couldn't find you. She had just assumed that it would be
like what you should do for any missing person but as she lay there,
struggling to remember the words that had been on the page, Heather
suddenly wasn't sure.
And
that made Heather realize that she wasn't sure if she wanted to be
found.
It
wasn't that her life was good or that she feared being a prisoner in
her own home or even that she would have found it nigh impossible to
look at Jason and Zoe the same way again now that she knew what
Immune people did to those who shrank.
Heather
simply couldn't imagine trying to explain what had happened to her.
There
was no way she could look her husband in the eye and tell him about
the many ways Emily had pleased her over the past few months, let
alone how she had crawled across the girl's body, exploring her every
inch. How could she explain the hunger that she had for Emily's touch
to a man she had vowed to love and cherish for her entire life?
Let
alone anything else that had happened.
A loud
rumble echoed somewhere above her and a moment later, Lex's feet
slapped loudly against the floor. The giant grunted and groaned as
they walked into the bathroom and then the sound of them relieving
themself echoed across the world.
They
said nothing as they strode by, peeling off the clothes they had worn
to bed and replacing them with nothing but a sports bra and running
shorts. Heather watched them cross to their closet and then walk back
with their worn Nike running shoes on their feet. They stretched over
the cage and their bright blue eyes glanced through the bars.
“I'm
going for a run, Hot Mom,” they announced with a smirk, “Don't
wake Siggy up before I get back.”
Heather
nodded but didn't call back, instead she just looked down at where
Siggy lay beside her, clearly exhausted. The world shook as Lex
walked off and then with a thunderous boom the door had shut behind
them.
Laying
her head back, Heather closed her eyes and forced herself to relax,
knowing that even a short run for Lex would take the better part of
an hour. As she lay there, caught between the waking and dreaming
worlds, Heather relived a vague memory of being lapped by the giant
several times while on her own jog.
She had
felt Lex's eyes on her every time, roving up and down her body like
Jason's did when he was in a particularly fiesty mood. Lex had done
nothing to hide their lust, simply grinning every time they ran by,
their blue eyes continuing to roll down the front of her body as they
passed. She remembered blushing each and every time, utterly stunned
by the brazenness of it and she also remembered finding her own eyes
searching after them.
Even
dressed in nothing but the barest of running gear, there had been
something masculine in their lean muscular frame that kept Heather's
attention. She had never been attracted to a woman before, she could
recognize an attractive woman but until that moment she had never
imagined being with a woman. And yet, when she had gotten back
to her empty house after her run, Heather remembered sliding into her
post-exercise bath and when she had shut her eyes, it had been the
college student's grinning face in her head, looming over her as they
pinned her wrists down on the bed and slid inside her.
The
door crashed shut as Heather let out a faint moan and realized where
her hand was.
Lex
strode into the room a moment later, sweat pouring down their body
despite the chill outside and that same confident grin on their face.
They kicked off their shoes so that the pair landed right in front of
the crate, warm sweatsoaked air oozing out of them. Next they peeled
off their socks and tossed them through the open door so that they
landed with a plop around the shrunken pair.
The
scent of Lex's musk filled Heather's nostrils and she found herself
squirming while Siggy awoke with a faint moan beside her. The
shrunken girl immediately clambered to her hands and knees to crawl
out of her cage, her hips swaying while she peered far up at Lex.
“Good
morning, Master,” Siggy's voice was lower and more sultry than
usual as she bent down and lapped away at Lex's sweaty toes.
Heather
watched the toes splay so that Siggy could shove her face against the
spongy flesh in between, kissing and licking the whole time.
“Happy
Thanksgiving, Siggy,” the giant boomed from on high, simply
watching the girl debase herself as they stood there with their hands
on their hips. “Let me guess the first thing you're thankful for,”
the giant chuckled as Siggy started to crawl around their foot,
peppering every inch with kisses, “My feet.”
“Yes,
Master,” Siggy practically drooled as she hugged the giant's ankle
and nuzzled against them, “I'm so thankful I get to serve you and
your big powerful feet.”
“Good,”
Lex boomed as their foot lifted away and they gently patted the top
of Siggy's head with their big toe. The girl shuddered and
practically melted into the floor at the giant's touch, and she just
lay there shaking as Lex walked into the bathroom.
The
shower kicked on and Heather simply watched as Siggy lay writhing on
the floor for a moment. She knew what was happening from the way the
girl panted and her skin flushed but she could hardly believe it. As
the shower roared and Lex's off-key singing filled the house, Heather
watched Siggy bathe in the afterglow of her orgasm, the girl gulping
for air on the floor outside the crate without a care in the world.
She lay
there even after the shower cut off and Lex strolled back out.
Heather
watched Lex's foot come down slowly atop the shrunken girl. She
instantly squealed with delight and began to kiss the giant's flesh
once more.
“No,”
the giant boomed as they increased the pressure, squeezing the air
from Siggy's lungs and making her flail in desperation, “You're
supposed to get out of the way of my foot, Siggy. No matter how
thankful you are for it.”
Lex
eased the pressure off and Siggy breathlessly called out, “Yes,
Master!”
The
giant simply strolled around their room, slowly getting dressed in a
cozy outfit; a thick cream colored cable-knit sweater, black
leggings, and fluffy gray socks. They paused to look down through the
cage once more, a smile on their lips, “And what about you, Hot
Mom? What are you thankful for today?”
Heather
had remained pinned in place since watching Siggy effectively hump
against Lex's foot, utterly perplexed by what she had seen. She
searched for the girl only to see that she was already tending to her
master's sneakers, scraping dirt from the tread and scrubbing at
scuff marks. Then she looked back up at Lex who had that same grin
they had worn every time they had lapped her while running. “I... I
don't...” her voice was weak as she struggled to understand what
the giant wanted.
Lex
squatted down and their long arm reached into the cage, where their
slender fingers wrapped around Heather's body. She yelped when the
fingers gently squeezed her and then the giant's pinkie finger came
to rest upon her womanhood. “It's ok,” Lex's voice was soft and
warm, so different from the lazy commands that had drifted from their
lips the day before, “You don't need to tell me till later.”
The
pinkie finger gently moved against her crotch and the jolt of
pleasure that rattled through her made her gasp, “Y-yes, Master...”
Their
other hand scooped up Siggy, who squeaked, “Master, I'm not
finished.”
“You're
finished when I say so,” Lex thundered as they carried them
downstairs.
The
giant carried them down into the vast living room and laid on the
couch before dropping them both onto their stomach. Heather sat up
slightly but Siggy crawled down toward the giant's waist, where they
slipped beneath the hem of Lex's sweater and burrowed beneath. The
living plateau of Lex's chest shuddred as they laughed, and Heather
realized that Siggy was clearly humping and kissing the giant's
stomach like they had their feet.
She
stumbled backward, her jaw dropping as she tried to understand it.
Lex's
fingers caught her as Hugh Grant's familiar voice over to Love,
Actually boomed from the television. Heather found herself
dangling before Lex's face, which simply grinned up at her, “You
don't have to do anything you don't want to, Hot Mom. You can just
sit down on my thigh and watch the movie. It's ok. I know you're
thankful for your owner and not me.”
Again,
she was too shocked for words as Lex leaned down and deposited her
onto their thigh, her back sinking into the vast couch cushion that
loomed behind her. Lex turned their attention to the television,
though the grin remained plastered on their face as Siggy continued
to roam about beneath their sweater, drifting between their flat
stomach and the small hills of their breasts.
Hours
passed with them like that.
Lex
would occasionally get up, momentarily placing them both elsewhere on
the vast couch. Each and every time, Siggy would writhe wherever she
was set, her hands roaming over her little body as she groaned. And
every time, when Lex returned, Siggy would clamber up into their
sweater or slip beneath the waistband of their leggings or even slide
into their socks.
All
while Heather rested upon Lex's thigh or stomach or high up on the
distant arm of the couch, struggling not to watch the strange
display. When Siggy had told her that Lex made the holidays special,
she had assumed that the giant might let them rest or give them
something special to mark the occasion. She had not expected Siggy to
spend the entire day pleasuring herself against the gigantic being
while Lex lay there, barely paying the girl any mind.
Eventually,
when the world outside started to darken, and they were on their
third movie, Heather could hear Lex's stomach growling beneath her
and the giant finally rose up and didn't immediately return.
Then
she heard the pans start to clatter in the kitchen.
Siggy
lay beside her on the couch cushion, the antics of Planes, Trains,
and Automobiles thundering out around them, and the girl looked
over at her. “Do you miss Emily?” She asked suddenly, her fingers
drifting up and down her own stomach.
“Wh-what?
Heather blinked and briefly looked at Siggy before immediately
turning away when the girl started to lazily finger herself, “No, I
mean-”
Her
heart skipped a beat and for a moment she realized that she did
miss Emily.
“Then
what is it?” There was almost a hint of offense to Siggy's voice,
“I know Emily plays with you just like she did with me.”
Heather's
face reddened instantly, “I- I-”
Siggy
didn't even try to hide the accusation in her voice when she asked,
“Is it because Master is non-binary?”
“What?
No...” Heather shifted uncomfortably beside the girl.
“Then
enjoy Master's body, be thankful for it and be thankful that they
took us in and protect us,” Siggy whined, “Or are you really
telling me you'd rather watch some old movie?!”
Heather
couldn't stop herself as she shouted, “This is a classic!”
Siggy
rolled her eyes and then crawled toward the edge of the couch, “Fine,
enjoy your classic movie.” The girl very carefully swung over and
then lowered herself toward the floor, dropping onto it with a soft
plop before she walked away, clearly heading toward the kitchen.
Heather
sat there, still shifting uncomfortably as she thought about what the
day clearly meant to Siggy. The longer she thought about it, the more
other moments of her life with Emily began to flash in her mind; the
girl tutting high above after she came and telling her that she was
'only allowed one', her powerful lips constantly saying 'no' whenever
Heather started to touch herself, the way the giantess largely
ignored her when she pleased her, often playing around on her phone
or moaning Izzy's name the whole time. She wasn't allowed to control
any aspect of her life, including her own pleasure, except for
apparently today.
She
thought back to how Lex had looked when they got back from their run,
a shining tower of cocky Immune youthfulness. Thinking about that
made her think about the way Lex had grinned every time they had
undressed her with their eyes when she was normal sized. Then she
thought back to her previous fantasy, from that day when Lex had
lapped her over and over, of the lean college kid pinning her up
against her front door and planting their lips on hers as they held
her down.
Her
fingers slid inside of herself as she squirmed on the couch cushion.
Lex
grew bigger and bigger in her imagination.
She
could imagine the way their feet would pound as they chased her, the
overwhelming strength as their fingers wrapped around her, the way
their kiss would steal her breath away and coat her in their saliva,
the constant threat of death as they hung before that immense hungry
cavern.
Her
scream was actually loud enough to drown out the sound of the
television.
“And
what are you thankful for, Hot Mom?”
Heather's
eyes snapped open to see Lex looming over her world, a plate in one
hand and a pint of beer in the other. Siggy sat on their shoulder,
cuddled against their neck and nibbling at the giant's earlobe. Lex
wore the same grin on their face as they had that day and she
shuddered as their eyes went up and down her little body, just like
they had when she was normal-sized.
The
words slipped out of her easily, “You, Master.”