“I'm
fine.”
Emily's
voice boomed louder than usual as she stood in the bathroom, thanks
to her words bouncing off the tile. She stood in front of the mirror,
carefully applying dye to half of her hair, while Heather stood on
the threshold. The girl was dressed in an old t-shirt, baggy sweats,
and a pair of thick white socks that the tiny woman couldn't help but
envy as the cool air of the house nipped at her bare skin.
“I
didn't say anything,” Lex thundered back.
They
stood in the doorway to their room, dressed in the jeans and sweater
they had worn to class that day but at some point they had switched
out their boots for their slippers. Siggy lingered near their ankles,
but every time she attempted to cuddle against the giant, Lex's foot
would push her away.
“But
you're standing there, staring at me, obviously thinking I've gone
insane.”
“You
dye your hair all the time.”
“Exactly
and I've been wanting to do this block color thing for a while.”
“You
just chose to do it on the night before one of your finals for no
reason,” Lex glanced down at both of the shrunken women on the
floor as they smirked, “It definitely doesn't have anything to do
with the fact that Izzy went home for winter break.”
“Why
would that have anything to do with it?!”
Emily's
strangled words made Heather wince.
“Ems,”
Lex sighed and the floor shook as they walked closer, their shadow
falling over Heather's world. The patter of Siggy's bare feet against
the floor barely registered beneath her master's voice, “Kelsey
told me that Izzy isn't looking for something serious, you don't need
to pretend that everything's fine.”
“It
is fine,” Emily insisted as she aggressively applied the dye, “What
do I care that she didn't want me to meet her brother? He probably
sucks anyway.”
Siggy
again tried to huddle close to Lex's leg and their foot kicked them
away, knocking her over before it settled back onto the floor with a
faint rumble. They leaned against the door jamb and crossed their
arms in front of their chest, “Is doing this the night before your
final really what you wanted to be doing?”
“What?
Do you think I should be studying?” Emily snorted, “For some
intro course I've been putting off taking for years?”
Heather's
eyes bounced between the two giants as they talked, their words loud
enough to make her ears ring.
When
Siggy wrapped her arms around Lex's leg once more, the giant stomped
their foot. “What, Siggy?!” They thundered, their words making
both shrunken women cower.
“I-I
finished cleaning your boots, Master,” her voice wavered, “And
you told me you wanted a foot massage afterward...”
Lex
chuckled and after a moment so did Emily.
Their
laughter grew as the gigantic pair stared down at Siggy, who looked
up at Lex with big pleading eyes, her hands gently resting on the
giant's slipper. Heather watched the heat rise in Siggy's cheeks as
the giants laughed, and the longer it boomed, the more Heather could
feel her own body squirming in discomfort.
Sighs
finally brought the laughter to an end and Lex's powerful hands
wrapped around Siggy. They lifted her up into the sky and suddenly
the girl was being hugged close against Lex's chest. Their huge lips
pressed against Siggy's body and Heather's eyes widened as she
realized she had never seen Lex be so affectionate. “Aren't you
just the cutest little thing?” Lex said between kisses, “What do
I even need a girlfriend for when I have such a devoted little slave?
Hmm?”
Heather
was so entranced by the sight that she didn't notice Emily's foot
looming behind her until it was too late. The giant's thick cotton
sock pressed against her back, knocking her down to her knees as it
settled atop her. She grunted in pain while Emily's toes wiggled
against the back of her head, the giantess's delight clear in her
voice, “Hot Mom is easily the most devoted woman in my life.”
The
weight continued to bear down on her, and though Heather let out a
soft whine of pain, she was pushed to her hands and then finally flat
against the floor. She panted as the toes settled across her neck and
shoulders, wiggling playfully while the rest of Emily's foot molded
against her body.
“And
I am bringing her home with me for the holidays,” the giantess
giggled, “So she is going to meet my family.”
Heather's
eyes widened at the giantess's words. Emily had mentioned bringing
her home for Christmas several times but she hadn't truly grasped the
fact that that meant she would meet the girl's parents. That she
would, inevitably, find herself sitting naked at the feet of people
who were at least her age if not older.
“Are
your parents cool with shrinkees? I can never remember.”
“They're
Immune,” Emily's foot flexed as she shrugged.
“So's
my Mom but she still calls Siggy my 'little friend' and the way she
says it,” Lex let out a bark of laughter, “She tries to include
her in stuff too and it just gets weird... But Siggy doesn't mind
does she?”
Heather
heard the shrunken girl giggle and then shout up, “No, Master. I
like your Mom! She's very nice.”
“She
spoils you,” Lex laughed, “I bet you're excited for all the
Christmas cookies she's going to sneak you, huh?”
Heather
tried to crane her head to see what the giant was doing to the
shrunken girl but Emily's toes pressed down a little harder, forcing
her cheek against the floor.
“Yes,
Master!”
“Yeah,
well, don't have too many,” Lex's voice turned hard, “You know I
hate seeing you with a little tummy.”
“I
know, Master!” Her voice trembled, “I like staying trim and sexy
for you.”
Heather's
eyes widened and despite the oppressive heat from Emily's socked
foot, she shuddered.
“You
better,” Lex practically growled.
Emily
giggled and Heather watched the shadow of her hand reach toward Lex.
“Aw, it's so crazy to imagine Siggy doing sit-ups or something...”
“She
does them,” Lex boomed, “Normally when I do.”
“Aww,
that's so cute,” Emily continued to giggle and coo while Heather
trembled at the idea that Lex forced Siggy to work out and who knew
what else just to keep her thin. The foot wriggled atop her, “Anyway,
I just need to let it set for a while until it's time to rinse it
out.”
“How
long do you have to wait?”
The
foot finally lifted off of Heather and she couldn't stop herself from
gasping in a lungful of air, even as Emily's fingers wrapped around
her and lifted her high into the sky. The world started to blur and
she could hear the thumping of the giants' feet below. “Eh, enough
time for an episode of something,” Emily's fingers played with
Heather's hair and the shrunken woman found herself cuddling against
the giantess despite the pain she had just inflicted with her heavy
foot, “You pick.”
Heather
found herself sprawled across Emily's lap a moment later, the girl's
powerful fingers running across her body in smooth petting motions.
She couldn't stop herself from nuzzling against the girl, her tiny
fingers digging into the thick material of the giantess's sweatpants.
She knew she was pressing herself against Emily's sex as she writhed
beneath the girl's touch but that knowledge didn't even make her slow
down.
“Just
remember, you let me pick,” Lex's feet smacked down against the
coffee table and Heather watched Siggy immediately rush to them,
removing the immense slippers from them with a look of hunger on her
face. The television came to life and Lex quickly navigated to
whatever they wanted to watch, “So no complaining.”
“Why
do you have to pick documentaries?” Emily whined almost instantly.
“You
just said I could pick!”
“I
thought you'd pick something good...”
“This
is good,” Lex replied as the nature documentary started up.
Emily
simply huffed and her fingers pressed slightly harder into Heather's
back.
The
shrunken woman let out a faint grunt, which drew the weight of
Emily's gaze down on her. Her unpainted lips mouthed the word 'what'
before her index finger curled beneath Heather's chin. The finger
gently scratched her and Heather found herself shuddering like a
grateful pet at the sudden touch. She pulled back slightly and then
pressed her lips against the giantess's soft fingerpad.
She
pushed in closer to the girl's crotch and her hands moved of their
own accord.
The
fabric of Emily's t-shirt was heavy enough that her muscles bulged
when she pushed it up to reach for the waistband of the giantess's
sweatpants. Her fingers sunk slightly into the girl's belly before
she dug them inside to pull the waistband back so she could enter.
The
living wall in front of her rumbled with laughter and her cheeks
turned bright pink.
Powerful
hands lifted her away from Emily's crotch and lowered her down to the
chilly wooden floor. Heather whimpered when the hands retreated back
into the sky and all she was left with was the view of Emily's foot
dangling overhead.
“Why're
you putting her down there?” Lex asked, their eyes still glued on
the television.
“She's
being a little too frisky,” Emily's toes scrunched on the last
word.
Heather
felt her body burn with humiliation at the giantess's words. It
wasn't merely that the words made her feel so diminshed, as if the
lust she had for the gigantic girl who literally controlled every
aspect of her life was just some passing momentary thing and not a
burning need that had welled within her every day since Emily had
first trapped her inside the vast house. It was that as her eyes
lingered on the girl's toes, outlined by the faintest bit of sweat on
the bottom of her sock, she couldn't help but admit that she was
exceptionally horny that night.
“When
Siggy gets like that, I just step on her a little bit.”
Heather
knew that the faint yelp that followed the giant's words was from
them shoving their foot against the shrunken girl.
“Yeah
but now Siggy loves your feet,” Emily laughed, “So how'd that
really work out for you?”
“Siggy
always loved my feet. Didn't you, Siggy?”
“Yes,
Master, from the moment I first saw them!” The girl's voice was so
strained with excitement that Heather couldn't even tell if she was
lying to the enormous pair.
“Do
you remember what shoes I was wearing the day I got you?” Lex's
voice conveyed the haughty smirk they wore.
“Of
course, Master. You were wearing your Vans, I remember because the
soles were so thick and...” Siggy paused, “D-dirty.”
“A
lot of my shoes were dirty before I got you.”
“I'm
glad I could clean them for you, Master.”
“And
that you can worship the feet inside them?”
The
lust made Siggy's whole voice waver, “Y-yes, Master...”
Lex let
out a low hum before the couch groaned from them turning back to
Emily, “See, she was always a foot freak, I just gave her
permission to be who she really was.”
“So,
what? I've just let Hot Mom become the late-in-life-lesbian she was
always meant to be?”
Heather
couldn't stop the indignant noise that left her throat at the phrase
'late-in-life' as if she was some blue-haired retiree who started
'rooming' with her closest female friend after her husband passed
away.
Lex
laughed somewhere above and the conversation continued but Heather
felt a sudden pang of sorrow and guilt at the thought of her husband.
How
long had it been since she thought about Jason?
She
dropped down to her knees when she realized that it had been weeks.
After Thanksgiving, it had become easier to focus on only what was in
front of her than to ever think about what she had lost. In a way, it
was better to give in to her new humiliating existence as the slave
to a twenty-one year old girl who made her cum every day at some
point between polishing her boots and cleaning her enormous house.
But
even thinking about what she had done, simply to survive, made it
hurt all over again.
Her
heart ached as she wondered what Jason was up to at that very moment.
Was he at home, watching something stupid on Netflix, and trying not
to think about what had become of her? Or was he out, at a bar,
drowning his sorrows...
Heather's
stomach churned at the thought of Jason at a bar, since it would
inevitably be the bar owned by Julie Nicolby.
What
kind of comfort was that tall Immune blonde offering to her husband
this holiday season? Her lips pressed together and her brow furrowed
as she imagined her gently squeezing Jason's arm, offering to give
him a ride home because he was too tipsy and his wife wasn't around
to pick him up anymore. The way she would reach over and her hand
would linger on his shoulder before he got out of her car and how it
would, inevitably, slither across his frame to pull him in for a
kiss. A kiss that he would no doubt return with the same deep longing
that Heather grabbed at Emily's body with.
A small
voice in her head said that there was no difference between what he
was doing and what she was doing. They were both lonely people,
grieving the loss of their partners, doing whatever they needed to to
get by.
But he
wasn't the one who was shrunk and trapped in a house with two
enormous co-eds.
He was
the one who had never come looking for. Probably because he had been
hoping it would happen since she had gotten the diagnosis. She fumed
at the thought, her chest heaving in anger as she thought about the
gulf that had been growing between the two of them ever since they
had gotten tested. That was when he started coming home later,
stopped saying where he would be or how long he'd be gone.
Her
tiny hands balled into fists and tears welled in her eyes.
Julie's
Immunity was well known, proving it had helped her expedite the
transfer of the liquor license to her when she bought the bar. She
suddenly wondered if that gigantic blonde bitch had consoled her
husband when he found out that Heather could shrink one day. When he
told her, had she begun to hope that it would happen? Did they both
want it to? Even if they had never talked about it, that didn't mean
that they had never thought about it.
It was
a common enough fantasy these days.
Heather
had even thought about annoying clients shrinking in front of her.
She had always just imagined stepping over them or passing them off
to someone at their company who was easier to work with but she knew
plenty of people's fantasies went farther.
Had
Julie thought about crushing her?
She
couldn't stop herself from imagining it in that moment.
The way
the blonde would stretch over her, her nearly six foot frame
stretching impossibly high. The tall worn engineer boots that she
wore to work giving way to her painted-on jeans and the hoodie with
her bar's logo on it that she always wore in the colder months. Her
hair would be pulled back to reveal her gorgeous face as it peered
down at her, her perfect features twisting with disgust when they saw
Heather tiny and bug-like at her feet.
Wind
would howl as she whipped her foot up into the sky, darkening
Heather's world. The hard sole would swallow her screams and she
would throw her hands up defensively even though she knew it was
futile.
The
whole world shook from Emily's feet slamming down onto the floor.
“Ok,
I'm going to go rinse this out,” she didn't even glance down at
Heather as she walked off.
“You
don't mind that I'm going to keep watching this without you, right?”
Lex called back, their voice ringing in the shrunken woman's ears.
Emily's
laugh echoed down the stairs, “Why would I care?”
The
shower started up above while Lex muttered to themselves, “Cause
it's good and the next episode is a monkey episode...”
Heather's
heart raced as she lay on the floor, her whole body shuddering as she
struggled to banish the horrifying thoughts from her head. She just
couldn't stop herself from imagining Julie stomping her over and over
again. Each time the blonde was dressed differently but she always
wore the same disgusted look, like Heather was the interloper in her
life and not the other way around. She curled into a ball as her
stomach continued to churn and beads of sweat started to trickle down
her back.
It was
only then that Heather realized what was happening.
“No,
no, please, not again,” her words turned into a painful whine as
her chest tightened.
She
could feel the pain erupt across her body before everything went
black.
Heather
awoke to an earthquake shaking through the world and though her mind
screamed at her to run, her body was sluggish and slow. She lurched
up from the floor but then flopped back onto it when her muscles gave
out.
A wall
of black rubber stood before her and as she slowly rose to her
trembling legs, Heather realized that her chest was even with the top
of the platformed sole of Emily's boot. Her head craned back and
back, rushing over the buckled boots, up the thick black leggings to
the warm overall dress the giantess had layered over a white
turtleneck sweater. Emily's black painted lips were spread in a wide
grin and the peach eyeshadow that glittered around her dark eyes was
a perfect compliment to the bright pink half of the giantess's hair,
the left side having remained the same pitch black it had been for
months.
“Wakey
wakey, Hot Mom,” Emily's voice was so deep and powerful that it was
barely recognizable. Huge fingers filled the sky and though every
instinct inside of Heather was screaming for her to run, she only
managed to stumble before her world was engulfed by Emily's hand.
Warm
flesh enveloped her and though she squirmed against it, Heather could
feel the hard steel of Emily's muscles beneath.
“I'm
a little bummed that you shrank again,” the sheer force of Emily's
words rattled Heather's world as she hung before the girl's mouth,
“But it does mean that I get to break out my Christmas gift from
Izzy.”
She
winced when Emily's stretched out the girl's name in her excitement,
the rising pitch burning her little ears. Emily uncurled her index
finger and Heather's arms flopped down across the rest of the girl's
fist. Huge fingers invaded her world and the tiny woman flinched when
she felt cold metal slip down over her wrists. “Wh-what?” She
sputtered out the word, her throat rough and parched.
Her
stomach did flip flops as Emily stepped over to her desk and dropped
her onto it in a rough heap. “I love this so much, it's a little
modular jewelry set,” Emily's voice boomed across the heavens while
her fingers trailed over a box, “I can wear you on a bracelet or an
anklet or a few different necklaces...”
Heather
trembled as she watched Emily lift a black metal choker out of the
box and then wrap it over the white fabric of her turtleneck. She
tried to plead with the girl but all she could do was cough and
sputter when Emily's enormous hand wrapped around her.
The
metal cuffs on her wrists snapped to the metal with a magnetic charge
and she suddenly was hanging limp across the hollow of Emily's
throat. Heather tried to squirm but that only made the giantess
giggle, the sound rattling the shrunken woman's bones.
Emily
tossed on what looked like a black flight jacket before she started
to move. Each one of her footsteps jarred Heather's body, making her
shoulders burn while she flopped against the girl's collarbone.
The
girl paused to appraise herself in her bathroom mirror and Heather
just found herself staring at her own reflection. She looked so small
hanging from the choker, like an action figure the girl had decided
to wear as part of some kind of strange fashion trend.
Heather
shuddered as she realized it was a strange fashion trend; the trend
of wearing shrinkees.
“This
outfit's probably a little extra for an intro course's final but
whatever, I'm going to ace that thing anyway,” Emily's words rolled
across the world and her laughter made Heather sway ever so slightly.
In the mirror, Heather could see the girl's huge finger rise up just
before it stroked down her entire frame.
Even
with the fear coursing through her, Heather shuddered in pleasure at
Emily's touch.
“Let's
roll, Hot Mom.”