“What
a pig,” Lex's voice boomed throughout the room.
Emily
had been sullen since the day she had hooked up with Danny. For her
last two days at home, Heather could only hang from the girl's neck
and watch her parents exchange concerned looks over the giantess's
mood. Neither of them said a thing though, they just struggled
silently with the fact that something had clearly happened between
their daughter and her friend that they would never know about.
Heather
found herself lying awake on Emily's nightstand, thinking about her
own quiet conversations with her husband when they noticed Zoe
started or suddenly stopped talking about a friend. She had reached
an age where she wasn't going to tell them everything but it meant
that they were helpless to do anything when things went wrong. Seeing
those same expressions of worry play across billboard sized faces
left her with a deep ache in her chest.
Returning
to the house Emily shared with Lex didn't do much to improve her
mood. Emily had been the first one to get back and she had spent the
night simply moping about. Even when she had shoved Heather down into
her panties that night, there had been no passion to it. Her fingers
had mechanically rubbed the tiny woman about before they had simply
retreated with the giantess letting out a long sigh.
Heather
had begun to fear that the giantess would mope about until the next
semester started but then Lex had returned home. The giant's
thunderous entrance had perked Emily up instantly and within ten
minutes they were both sitting on the couch, trading stories about
their time at home.
A vast
tupperware container filled with leftover cookies formed a barrier
between where Heather had been deposited while Emily sat on the couch
half-watching reality tv while scrolling through her phone and where
Siggy now stood servicing Lex's thick-soled Doc Martens. The shrunken
woman hadn't spent much time around her fellow slave since shrinking
but she found herself cowering away from her despite the huge plastic
wall between them.
Siggy
now towered over her, easily a little over double her height, and
though she wasn't anywhere near large enough to make the coffee table
tremble, Heather couldn't help but notice how loud her bare feet were
when they slapped against the hardwood. The girl's hazel eyes kept
drifting toward her and then her lips would crack a faint smile
before she returned her attention to her master's soles and dug out
dirt from the thick tread. Every time it made Heather look pleadingly
at their gigantic owners but the pair was too deep in their
conversation to notice.
“Not
telling me was bad enough,” Emily smacked her hand against her
thigh in frustration, “But it was trying to tell me that everything
was fine afterward that really pissed me off.”
“It's
just messed up, like, you cheated on your girlfriend, bro, just admit
it,” Lex shook their head while running a hand through their curly
platinum blonde lockes. They then sighed, “Are you going to tell
her?”
“I
don't know,” Emily deflated against the couch and stuffed her hands
into the pockets of the hoodie she had been wearing since getting
home, “I know that I probably should but I barely know her and I
feel like if I just messaged her out of the blue she'd either never
see it or immediately think I was a psycho.”
“Ugh,
that is a really good point.”
“And
I don't need her getting angry with me because her boyfriend is
shitty, you know?” Emily brushed her fingers against her cheeks and
Heather winced when she saw the tears the girl was blinking away, “I
don't want her to think that I'm some slut or something...”
“Hey,”
the world shook as Lex took their feet off the coffee table and sat
up. They immediately wrapped their arms around Emily and pulled her
into a tight embrace. Emily sniffled as she sunk into her roommate's
chest while Lex gently rubbed her back, “You're not a slut. A
shitty cowardly fuck lied to you to get into your pants. And the fact
that it was a lie of omission makes it worse, he knew that if he told
you then you wouldn't have done it. It's one hundred percent his
fault.”
Heather
watched the pink half of Emily's hair sway back and forth from her
nodding.
After
another sniffle, the girl boomed, “So you think I should tell her?”
“I
don't know,” Lex gave her another tight hug before grinning, “I
think we're going to need a drink to figure this out.”
“That
is a great idea,” Emily said with a forced laugh.
The
world shook as the pair stood and walked off, not even glancing at
their slaves as they went.
“Can
I at least see her Insta while we decide?” Lex asked.
“I do
follow her on there or at least one of my accounts does...”
Heather
found herself drifting toward the edge of the coffee table, straining
to catch more of the distant but still thunderous conversation when a
shadow fell across her world. She turned to see that Siggy had
rounded the tupperware and was now towering over her, that strange
smirk on her face as she looked down at Heather.
“You
know,” her fingers drummed against the plastic container as she
casually rested her hip against it, “I haven't shrunk at all since
the first time. I'm the exact same size I was when Master first found
me.”
“Th-that's
good,” Heather gave a weak smile but she couldn't keep her voice
from wavering with fear.
“If I
had shrunk as much as you did, I'd honestly start to get worried,”
the comparatively giant girl shrugged her immense shoulders before
bending down to reach into the container. There was a faint crumbling
noise and then she lifted a fist-sized crumb up to her lips. The
cookie crunched loudly when she bit into it and she smiled as she
chewed, “At this rate, you might be decorating a toe ring by the
summer.”
Heather
thought back to the shrunken person that Izzy wore and immediately
shuddered at the thought of a similar spherical prison that could be
set into a ring. Either on a toe or a finger, her life would be a
never ending rollercoaster of world-blurring movement.
“Don't
worry though,” Siggy stepped forward, little bits of crumb rained
down on Heather as she loomed above the shorter woman. A thick hand
settled atop her head and tousled her hair, forcing her to stumble,
“I'll make sure your little home is nice and pretty for Emily, you
know, when they start sharing me again.”
Her
cheeks flushed with embarrassment while Siggy's hand rested on her
skull, the girl's sizable fingers gently massaging the top of her
head. Heather didn't try to look up as she stammered out, “T-th-thank
you, Siggy.”
“You
know, I thought...” The fingers slowly stopped and Siggy sighed, “I
kind of figured you'd get smaller again and I kept telling myself
it'd be great because then they'd start sharing me again plus if you
were running around smaller than me it'd almost be like I was...”
She
trailed off and Heather bit her lip, easily understanding what the
girl was going to say.
“But
I can't really feel like that ever again, can I? Even if you get
small enough that I can hold you in my hand, I'll still just be...”
the girl's whole body seemed to deflate before she said, “Siggy.”
Despite
the distant sound of their owners booming voices, Heather found
herself squirming at the sudden silence that grew between her and
Siggy. Clearing her throat and stepping out from beneath the girl's
powerful hand, she suddenly asked, “Do you even want to be like
that again?”
“It'd
be...” Siggy's lips twisted in frustration and then she shook her
head, “No, no I don't. If I could just magically be big again,
like, if I woke up and this was all some terrible dream, I'd probably
want to help shrinkees. I just miss feeling powerful and... free.”
She then looked down at Heather and shook her head, “Like, they
gave you clothes again, they've never done that for me.”
Heather
looked down at the swiftly sewn together dress that Emily had left on
her and her cheeks flushed once more, “Emily's mom didn't want her
wearing me when I was... naked.”
“Lex's
mother always tries to offer me clothes but Lex won't put them on
me,” Siggy said while settling down, their back resting against the
tupperware, “They told her this year that they think it's cringe
when people put clothes on their pets.”
Heather
found herself walking forward, her hand reaching out to comfort the
much larger girl only for the floor to shake from the approach of Lex
and Emily. The giantess's spirits seemed higher as ice cubes tinkled
against each other in her glass and the burning scent of her stiff
drink assaulted Heather's nostrils when Emily bent forward. “Aw,
were you and Siggy talking about your Christmases too, Hot Mom?”
“Y-yes,
Emily,” she called up just as the girl's finger played against her
stomach, making her stumble about.
“As
long as they weren't sneaking cookies,” Lex boomed.
Siggy
immediately stood up and shook her head, “No, Master, I would
never.”
Lex's
finger played against the girl's head before drifting down and poking
her flat stomach, “No, you're a good girl who knows she can only
have cookies when her Master says.”
“I
am,” Siggy beamed up, “I know that I can only have cookies with
your permission!”
“Aw,
let them have one,” Emily cooed, “They can share it.”
Lex's
hand lifted a cookie from the tupperware and then they loudly bit
into it. Crumbs rained as the cookie was snapped in half and the
giant dropped it down between the two shrunken women. “They can
have half,” Lex said as they chewed, “But only because Siggy was
so good on the plane today.”
“Well,
Hot Mom can have as much as she wants because she's always a good
little girl,” Emily cooed while her finger ran up and down
Heather's back, making her shudder in pleasure.
As
Heather started to move toward the cookie, which still glistened with
some of Lex's saliva, the giant's voice stopped her in an instant,
“Aren't you worried that if she eats too many she'll pop right out
of her new dress.”
Heather's
face burned bright pink and she found her hands immediately moving to
smooth out the wrinkles in the snug piece of clothing that Emily's
mother had made her.
“Her
what?” Emily asked as she chewed her own cookie, “Oh, wow, I had
completely forgotten about that thing. I thought Hot Mom had taken it
off after we got home yesterday.”
The
couch groaned as the pair sat down and Heather scurried to the
cookie.
The
gingersnap was tough for her to break a piece off of but Siggy's
larger hands created large enough fissures from snatching her own
chunks that Heather managed to get a sizable piece. She bit into it
and almost immediately reared back from the burst of wintry spices.
“They're
my favorite,” Siggy whispered between bites, “The sweeter ones
are too much at our size...”
Emily's
booming voice rolled over Heather's response, “Oh no, no, my Mom
made it because apparently I can't wear a naked shrinkee in Church.”
“But
doesn't that girl you went to high school with,” Lex snapped their
fingers, “The one you've shown me pictures of, she's really rich
and annoying...”
“Julia
DeMarco!” Emily's shout made both Heather and Siggy wince, “Yes!
She wore three! Two strapped down on her feet and then one in the
middle of her cleavage, all of them naked in the middle of Christmas
Eve Mass, and no one batted an eye.”
“People
need to get over it. Like, shrinkees look weird in clothes in general
but when you're wearing them?”
“Exactly,
unless you have enough money to buy your shrinkees outfits that match
all your outfits, they will look way better naked,” Emily sighed
and then took a long sip of her drink, “Plus, Hot Mom does go with
a lot of what I wear, she's this nice little pop of white among all
my darker clothes, plus her hair is such a great color.”
Heather
tried to keep chewing but her stomach twisted uncomfortably the more
she listened to the pair. Across the cookie, Siggy shifted awkwardly,
and Heather didn't need to look up to know that the girl was blushing
from secondhand embarrassment.
“I
still can't believe she just walked right up to our door,” Lex
chuckled.
“Yeah,
I really lucked out,” a shadow passed over the world as Emily
snatched another cookie from the container. Powdered sugar fell down
against Heather when the girl gently tousled her hair before the hand
rose back into the sky and popped the treat into her distant maw.
The
gigantic pair munched and sipped without saying a word for a moment
before Lex suddenly said, “So you want her to ditch the dress?”
“Yeah,
especially since it's way too Christmasy for her to keep wearing.”
Lex
snapped their fingers loudly and then their voice echoed in command,
“Take it off her, Siggy.”
The
shrunken girl suddenly coughed, the shock of the command making her
briefly choke on the cookie. She looked up at Lex while Heather's
heart leapt into her throat. “M-master?” The girl said when she
finally managed to take a breath.
“Just
rip it off,” Lex boomed.
“Yeah,
our fingers are all sticky and coated in sugar,” Emily added.
Heather
started to shake and she looked up at Siggy, who stared down at her
with helpless fear etched across her face. When the girl stood up,
Heather reflexively cowered and swore she could feel the hardwood
tremble beneath Siggy's first step.
“Stand
up,” Siggy whispered.
There
was no way for Heather to hide the hurt in her voice, “Why?”
“Cause
I think I can just rip the seam apart, it'll be quick,” Siggy
replied.
Nodding,
Heather forced herself to rise to her feet and she braced herself.
“Turn
around first.”
Lex's
words made both shrunken women stiffen.
“Yeah,”
Emily giggled, “We can't see.”
Forcing
herself to walk, Heather moved around Siggy in a circle while the
girl pivoted about to face the giants. Heather lifted her head to
stare up into their faces, expecting to find lust or arousal, but
instead simply seeing eyes that were glazed over from the weed they
had been smoking earlier and the half-empty drinks in their hands.
The giants grinned down at her, barely suppressing their giggles at
the sight before them.
Siggy's
powerful fingers dug between her flesh and the fabric, making her
wince while the girl adjusted her grip. Thankfully though, she could
already feel the threads stretching just from the slight pressure
Siggy exerted. With a single yank, threads snapped apart and Heather
jumped in surprise, a frightened yelp bursting from her lips.
Chilly
air pressed against her skin while Emily and Lex laughed down at her.
She
barely had time to register the humiliation that flooded her tiny
body before Emily's hand engulfed her world and ripped her into the
heavens.
“There
she is,” Emily's rum-soaked breath washed over Heather, “My sexy
little shrinkee.”
Immense
lips pressed against Heather's chest, pummeling her with each kiss
before she was dropped down the front of Emily's hoodie to land
amidst her cleavage, where she remained for the rest of the night
while the giantess's words rumbled through her.