Over
the last few weeks of Emily's winter break, Heather felt like she had
finally adjusted to her new size.
While
she was no longer able to drag the girl's immense clothes around her
room, which meant that more often than not the giantess's floor was a
strange landscape of wool mountains and denim hills, Heather was able
to do almost everything she did before. Cleaning the girl's footwear
took far longer and left her sweaty and aching but it could still be
done. The same was true of tending to her nails or unsightly hairs or
massaging her immense feet.
Perhaps
most importantly, her tiny hands were still capable of stimulating
the giantess's anatomy. Whether she was licking away at a nipple that
was the same size as her face or vigorously kneading Emily's now
sizable clitoris, Heather could make her entire world shake with the
girl's orgasmic moans.
It was
utterly terrifying, the way the living ground of Emily's body would
tense and shudder when she came. Heather never felt smaller in the
girl's presence than when she was at the mercy of her orgasm. Even
when the girl put on her biggest boots and shook the world with an
errant tap of her foot, it was nothing in comparison to being kept
prone by the giantess's pleasure-filled moans. Yet, no matter how
scary it was, it was also the part of the day that Heather looked
forward to the most, since there was no greater thrill in her life
than getting to feel that energy roil through her unfathomably large
owner.
And the
knowledge that she made the mountainous girl shake and shudder in
such a way left her own womanhood tingling with excitement.
All of
it combined to make Heather almost feel comfortable with her new
shrunken stature. Even when she found herself instinctively cowering
when Siggy strolled by while working on her own tasks or the way she
had to crane her neck back to see the tops of Lex's toes when the
giant inevitably kicked their feet up on the coffee table. She at
least knew what her place was in the enormous terrifying world.
When
the semester started up again in earnest though, Heather was reminded
very quickly of the other role that she now had to play as a piece of
Emily's jewelry.
Every
time the girl went to campus, Heather would find herself dangling
from somewhere on her immense body. Most often, she was attached to a
necklace but once she had found herself awkwardly swinging from
Emily's wrist, which made her dazed and nauseous for the entire day.
The only benefit of that harrowing afternoon was that the giant girl
had decided afterward that Heather was 'too big' to hang from her
wrist all day and she hadn't reached for the bracelet ever since.
The
experiment had done nothing to make Emily reconsider wearing her at
all though.
Heather
had never felt so exposed in her life. Every time that Emily went to
campus, she could feel the enormous eyes of giants on her.
Most
people either gave her looks of pity or a smug smirk, which she
assumed depended entirely on whether they knew how easily they could
end up hanging from a person's neck. Some of them looked at her with
a strange lust or hunger, which left her squirming in discomfort.
Occasionally, the giants were already checking Emily out before their
eyes lingered on the naked woman dangling between her breasts. Others
though were simply interested in her tiny body and their eyes raked
over her like she was nothing more than a slab of meat that had been
set before them.
The
worst though were the giants who didn't seem to register her at all.
To
them, she was clearly no different than any other accessory that
Emily wore. She was just an ornament that helped to create the whole
outfit, and therefore she wasn't worth any more thought or
acknowledgment than one of the girl's rings or what color eyeshadow
she had worn that day. The way their eyes simply slid over her made
Heather feel smaller than she already was, as if she were just a bug
beneath the notice of such powerful beings.
It was
normally as these thoughts weighed on her that Emily's fingers would
find her.
The
first time that it had happened, Heather had stirred with excitement
because she had assumed that Emily would inevitably play with her in
class like she did at home. But instead of rubbing her crotch or
playing with her breasts, Emily just twisted her about. It was an
idle unconscious movement, no different from the girl tapping a pen
against a notebook or her drumming her fingers against her laptop.
Heather would be forced to bite her lip to keep from shouting as she
was lifted up and around the girl's necklace, weaved through her
fingers, and then dropped to fall back down to her chest.
Then
after a few seconds, it would start up again.
The
giantess, Heather quickly came to realize, became bored in class very
easily.
At
first, when Heather struggled to follow along to the lectures or
booming class discussions, she assumed Emily was bored was because
the material was dry but it quickly became apparent to her that Emily
was absorbing all of it. In the moments when she was allowed to
simply hang unmolested, she could see the girl's meticulous notes,
which seemed to be mostly written in some kind of shorthand that the
tiny woman couldn't parse. And she often heard Emily speak up in
class, her voice rumbling through Heather's body, so she knew that
the giantess understood it. It dawned on Heather that Emily was
simply that intelligent or good of a student that she quickly became
bored because she already understood the material that the rest of
her classmates struggled to grasp or got bogged down in dissecting.
She was
just miles ahead of them, as much an intellectual titan as she was a
physical one.
The
realization left Heather stunned, especially because the giantess
would inevitably lift her up toward her dark painted lips and then
simply slide her between them. Heather was forced to stifle her yelps
as Emily's powerful tongue wrapped around her and her sharp teeth
settled gently around her midsection. She trembled with fear, knowing
that one errant movement of the giantess's jaw could snap her in
half. The huge lips would settle around her shoulders then purse
around her head before a powerful suction threatened to rip her deep
down Emily's gullet.
When it
finally came to an end, she would plow against Heather's feet with
the tip of her tongue, slowly pushing her out before pulling her back
in with a single slurp. She suckled on Heather like she was a piece
of candy, again and again, her eyes glazed over as she watched her
classmates argue. Occasionally her fingers flashed against her
laptop's keyboard when one of the other giants made what she
considered a decent point but for the most part she just sat there,
toying with Heather to keep herself occupied. There was never any
guarantee that Heather would be pushed out after the class was over
either, Emily would just rise up, gather her things and stroll out
with a tiny woman trapped between her lips.
Heather
expected to see looks of shock on some of the enormous faces that
passed her by but the more time she spent riding along through
Emily's normal life, the more aware she became of just how
commonplace shrinkees were on the college campus.
She had
always heard that younger generations, those that had come of age as
shrinking became more prevalent or who had grown up in a world where
it had always existed, had a much more casual view of shrinkees. When
she had seen Emily and her friends play 'Wishbone' together on
Halloween, and listened to Izzy describe her shrunken slave ring,
Heather had thought that she had understood it but she began to
realize how off the mark she had been.
Shrunken
people were a regular fashion accessory at Emily's school; dangling
from ears and necks, lashed down to shoes, and sometimes even tied up
in what were obviously custom designed harnesses. Emily passed by
classmates who popped tiny people into their mouths like they were
snacks, even making a game of it where they tried to throw the tiny
person into each other's mouths. She regularly heard the loud slap of
someone's shoe hitting pavement and when she looked toward the sound,
Heather would see viscera clinging to a sole or blood being scraped
across grass. They were all brutal, and from what Siggy had told her,
Heather knew that they couldn't all be Immune.
They
were simply going along with the casual cruelty without a second
thought.
Then
there were the larger shrinkees that she saw cowering in people's
rooms when Emily visited friends who lived in the on-campus
dormitories. Most of them were around Siggy's height and clearly
engaged in the same embarrassing tasks that Heather had become
accustomed to over the past several months. However, she also saw one
or two people standing at her own previous size that struggled to
keep up with their immense owners, who inevitably sighed or rolled
their eyes when they looked back to see the tiny person trailing
behind them either simply because of the difference in their sizes or
more likely because the shrinkee was weighed down by some impossible
load.
All of
the giants had grown up in a world where shrinkees were a class of
people who were literally underfoot. The more she thought about it,
the more she realized how foolish she had been to go to Emily and Lex
for help. It didn't matter what their politics were or how society
treated them for being queer, none of those ideas extended to
shrinkees and never would for their generation.
These
thoughts constantly swirled through her head and they were only
intensified by the deep discussions of history and economics that
roared through her world during the day. She couldn't escape the
constant examination of her place in the world as Emily's fingers
inevitably picked her up and started to tumble her about once more.
Heather
barely grunted when she was dropped from Emily's grasp to smack down
against the girl's hoodie. Snow still blanketed the town even though
they were fast approaching March and most days she found herself
shivering while she cleaned dirty snow out from her owner's tread and
the giant girl sat bundled up in pajamas and blankets. Far below, the
girl's slip-on Vans squeaked across the floor, which reminded Heather
that she would probably spend most of the night massaging Emily's
toes through thick socks while the girl complained about them being
cold and that she should not have canvas shoes to walk through snow.
The
tiny woman tried to cuddle deeper into Emily's chest to brace herself
for the cold air that would inevitably bite into her skin when the
girl stepped out of the building. The movement brought Emily's
fingers up to her body, where they squeezed her while the giantess's
gaze remained focused on the phone in her other hand.
Heather
began to rise and her eyes widened as she saw Emily's lips begin to
open, the dark cavern of her mouth stretching to swallow her while
the giantess became lost in thought.
And
then Heather was being tossed about as Emily bumped into someone.
The
world was nothing more than a blur and the roar of two feminine
shouts echoing through the cavernous hall. Heather went weightless
for a terrifying moment before gravity yanked her back down and
slammed her into Emily's left tit, which knocked the air from her
lungs and left her momentarily stunned.
“Oh
my God, I'm so sorry,” thundered a woman whose frame darkened
Heather's world.
“It's
ok, I was looking at my phone, it's my own-” Emily stopped
mid-sentence as she took the offered hand, “Olivia?”
“Emily?”
Heather
was again tossed about as her owner was hauled back up to her feet
and when everything settled, she found herself staring into a chest
adorned in a dark green sweater with a sporty-looking leather jacket
layered over it. The girl was only a few inches taller than Emily but
the cigarette jeans she wore seemed to stretch her frame, making her
appear even more enormous than she was to Heather. There was a smile
on her bright red lips and her angular face was lit up as her eyes
roved up and down Emily's frame, only briefly pausing on Heather's
body.
“I
thought you were still in Paris,” Emily boomed and the tiny woman
could feel the girl's heart beat a little faster beneath her.
“Nope,
it was just for last semester and well the summer before that...”
Her head tilted, her straight silky hair sweeping across her
shoulders before she shrugged, “It doesn't really matter, I've been
back since the holidays.”
“Wow,
that's crazy, I almost didn't recognize you without your...”
Emily's hand reached up but then stopped short of touching the dark
blonde strands.
“Oh
yeah, I realized really quickly that the people I was working with
were not going to treat me seriously if I came into the archives with
a pink mohawk and a vest covered in patches,” she frowned, “And
it probably won't fly at Columbia either.”
“You
got into Columbia for grad school?” Emily squealed before the other
girl could even nod, “Congratulations!”
Heather
had no time to prepare herself before she was buried agianst Olivia's
chest. The girl's warm floral perfume filled her nostrils and as the
hug lingered, the tiny woman realized that she could hear the other
giantess's heart thundering above her, just as quick and excited as
Emily's was.
Olivia's
hands trailed down Emily's arms as they pulled apart, “You don't
think I look lame now, right?”
“No,
never,” Emily gushed, “I love this, you look professional but in
a badass way, like how I'd expect a cool assassin to look.”
Olivia
giggled and pink color flushed into her cheeks. She started to open
her mouth to speak when she was interrupted by an alarm on her phone,
“Oh jeez, I actually have to run, I'm TA-ing for Harbeck and I'm
supposed to be leading a discussion section right now.”
“Oh
that sucks,” Heather's world shifted as Emily's shoulders slumped,
“I mean, it's cool that you're a TA and stuff but-”
“Yeah,
I wish I could stay longer,” Olivia took half-a-step back before
she paused, “Um, we should get coffee sometime, like, soon.”
“Definitely.”
“My
number hasn't changed by the way.” She said with a wink before
finally walking off, her flats clacking loudly against the floor.
Emily
stood there for a long moment, her heart rumbling against Heather's
tiny body, before she finally looked down at the hoodie and loose
jeans she was wearing. “Of course, the day I run into Olivia is a
day when I look like shit,” Emily's hand wrapped around Heather and
gave another playful squeeze, “And she was looking hot as hell.”
The
girl sighed as she started to walk, “I guess that's just always the
way of things, huh, Hot Mom?”
Heather
knew the question was rhetorical, even before she found herself once
more sliding past Emily's lips to feel her tongue wrapping around her
tiny frame. Except this time, the tip of her tongue spread Heather's
legs apart and found her womanhood in an instant.
Emily's
moan echoed around Heather's tiny body, covering her own sudden gasp
of pleasure before the giantess stepped out into the cold winter day.