Dave's pulse practically thundered in his ears as he ran through the alleyway.

He couldn't believe that he had actually managed to sleep in. He couldn't remember the last time that had even been possible, but that amazement had only lasted long enough for him to realize how late it was.

With each step and huffing breath, he could almost hear the second hand of a clock ticking in his head. As he neared the mouth of the alleyway, the strong smell of coffee slammed into his nose and he started to slow his pace, moving toward the shadowed side of the alley. Sucking in deep breaths, his heart rate began to lower while his muscles started to tense up. Carefully, he put one sandal clad foot in front of the other as he pressed himself against the cool brick of the building's exterior wall. He halted at the alley's entrance and then cautiously leaned his head around the corner.

Even after nearly three months, the sight of the sidewalk outside the coffee shop took his breath away. The sheer scale of the sidewalk boggled his mind, what once he would have considered a narrow strip of space barely big enough to fit two people abreast was now a massive plain of concrete with a sheer cliff where a high curb met the street. Then there were the people, the gigantic people, that walked down it.

A shadow passed over him and he fought every instinct to flinch back, knowing how such a quick movement could attract the eyes of the immense being. Even the asphalt beneath his feet started to tremble as the woman, seeming to be hundreds of feet tall, passed him by while slurping on an iced coffee. The thin sandals she wore sent out quick gusts of wind that ruffled Dave's hair and beard. He looked skyward at the light summer dress she wore, taking full advantage of what nice weather was left in the season. The fabric billowed about her huge body, hugging only at her wide hips and ample bust, but then she was gone.

And no crumbs fell in her wake.

Dave's stomach grumbled in response.

The true downside of finally having enough safety in his little haven to sleep in meant that he had sacrificed the morning rush at the nearby coffee shop. As people rushed in and out to grab coffee and a donut or croissant or whatever they ate, countless crumbs and chunks would hit the ground in the area immediately outside the front door. While they were easily shrugged off by the giants who dropped them, to Dave they were a literal treasure trove of food. A quick dusting off, and he'd have a few fistful sized chunks of bread to start the day, and maybe some to save for later. Without them though, his stomach rumbled again, he wasn't sure if he would be up for the larger challenge of foraging later in the day.

Shutting his eyes tight and leaning back against the brick, Dave struggled not to cry. Not only over the lost bits of fluffy buttery croissant that he had missed out on, but over the fact that this was what his life had literally been reduced to. A blatantly absurd disease, one that he never would have believed existed until it started striking people down, had turned him into a scavenging nomad in the heart of a city built for people dozens of times his size. Biting his lip, he scrunched up his face, and did his best to tamp his emotions down. Dave let himself have one dissatisfied grunt and single slam of his fist against the wall before he took a deep breath, and crept back to the corner to have another look.

His eyes widened and he fought back the urge to smile as he spotted a thick chunk of croissant slam into the ground.

“Dam-” the booming voice of a gigantic woman was cut short as she caught herself from cursing. Dave looked up to see an infant hanging in a babybjorn on her chest, clapping with glee before reaching for its mother's morning croissant once more. The gigantic blonde, whose split ends and crow's feet made her look far more exhausted than anyone else he had seen since shrinking, pulled it out of her child's reach as she walked on her way. She alked down to her child in a cute tone that masked the sheer frustration of her words as she described watching a chunk of the overpriced pastry become inedible by hitting the sidewalk.

To the tiny man hiding at the mouth of the alley though, her child's antics were something deserving a publically funded monument in the center of the city. The chunk of fluffy bread alone would be enough to feed him for days, but woven into those buttery folds was something he hadn't tasted in months; chocolate.

A chunk of chocolate croissant had been thrown into his path.

Dave could feel his mouth watering as he crept around the corner and into the shadows cast by the coffee shop's rarely used bench. He tip toed along the bench's back side, where it directly butted against the coffee shop's external wall. All Dave needed to do was get to the far side, then dart out and grab it. As long as no one spotted him, he'd easily be able to drag it back to his haven and feast like a king.

Then he heard the loud jingle of the coffee shop's door being swung open, and the cement sidewalk shook as a forest of legs stepped out, each one covered in knee high navy socks and ending in identical black leather mary janes. Dave, terrified of being spotted, crouched down as the trio of teenage titans stepped out of the shop, while their voices sounded like a feminine hurricane roaring above him. Finally, the hurricane stopped as one giant schoolgirl said, “You guys go on, I'll catch up.”

“Better not be late,” one of her friends called as the other two started walking away.

Dave felt his body swaying back and forth as the other girl called back, clearly mocking some authority figure, “Tardiness is a demerit, young lady!”

All three girls laughed at the impression, but only one of their voices rang out high above Dave, keeping him pinned and cowering beneath the bench.

Whump!

A gust of wind rushed over him as the giant teen dropped her backpack down in front of the bench, completely smushing the chocolate croissant he coveted without a care in the world. The giantess's drink, something milky but dark and iced, slammed down next to her left foot as she settled in to enjoy her last few minutes of freedom before she would have to rush to her school.

Since shrinking early in the summer, Dave had managed to avoid anyone too young to buy beer but now that the warm weather was fading, he had quickly discovered that somewhere near his tiny haven was a private school. He had no idea if it was Catholic or some other religion, but he had seen its massive students prowling about, their huge feet stomping about even more carelessly than the other gigantic people that surrounded him, all while they laughed without a care in the world. The sound of the giant girl's bag unzipping drew his attention and he watched as her huge hand descended into the buidling sized backpack's depths.

A shriek emanated out of the bag, and Dave's whole body tensed up in response.

“There you are,” the giant girl announced with a snicker.

The tiny man watched as a woman his age or maybe a year or two younger was yanked up from the depths of the bag, flailing in terror as she was brought back down to the ground and set between the huge teen's feet. Dave realized that she was an inch taller than him as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, choking back sobs the whole time.

The right mary jane lifted up and then crashed down with terrifying speed.

BOOM!

“What is with you today?” The giantess sneered as she nudged the woman with the toe of her shoe, “I've had you long enough that you should know crying isn't allowed anymore.”

“S-sor-sorry, Mistress Haley,” the little woman replied with a sniffle, wiping her eyes as she started to crawl toward the girl's left shoe.

“Just get to work,” the giantess boomed, the same hand that had just manhandled the woman now wrapping around the sweet coffee concoction at her feet. “You know damn well that scuffed up shoes could get me a uniform related demerit.”

The shrunken woman simply nodded as she clambered over the toe of the girl's shoe, dragging her tongue across a barely noticable scuff mark, while reaching out to buff out another with her bare hands.

High above, Dave listened as the girl took a long slurp of her iced drink before letting out a low contented sigh. “You do remember how much I hate getting demerits, right?” She taunted, the toe of the other shoe knocking against the woman's bare backside.

“Yes, Mistress Haley.”

“How many did you give me when I was a freshman?”

“I don't know, Mistress.”

The right shoe lifted up, and the girl began to gently grind the ball of her foot onto the woman's back. Dave could do nothing but watch as the shrunken woman's body shook and then buckled, sending her sprawling with half her body on the left foot, the other half spread across the sidewalk beneath the girl's sole. “Twenty-fucking-six,” the teen practically growled, “You gave me enough for skirt length in one semester that I was in detention the moment I got back from winter break. God, how much did you love being such a stupid prudish bitch?”

The woman's pained scream turned into a heart-wrenching sob as the ball of the giantess's foot practically ground into her.

Then the foot lifted and settled back down on the ground, “I bet it's cause no one would ever have even thought about touching you back when you were person sized, right?”

Dave stared at the lean fit woman who propped herself back up using a teenage girl's shoes, and couldn't help but look down at his own body. A few months of surviving at his new height had carved his dad-bod into something cut enough to earn him a starring role on a CW show. Looking back at the grueling work the teenager was putting this woman through, he found himself wondering how much she had changed.

“That's right, Mistress Ha-” the tiny woman's voice caught in her throat as her eyes met Dave's.

Dave felt his heart start to hammer in his chest as he watched her jaw drop and her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Dave shook his head back and forth as he raised a finger to his lips, praying the tiny woman didn't scream in shock.

“That's right, what?” Boomed Haley, her de facto owner.

The shrunken woman gave him a nod that would be imperceptible to her teenage taskmistress before saying, “That's right, Mistress Haley.”

“Mhm,” the girl replied taking another long slurping sip of her iced drink as she crossed her legs and inspected her recently buffed shoe. “I suppose this is a good enough job not to earn you a demerit, slave,” the girl clearly savored calling the tiny being at her feet 'slave' practically purring it as she spoke. “Hurry up with the other one, I don't want to be tardy.”

Dave had already started creeping back toward the alleyway, but he couldn't help but feel his heart break as the tiny woman crawled to Haley's right foot and set to work licking at a scuff. The whole time her eyes were on him as he moved cautiously but quickly back througu the shadow's of the bench.

As he pressed his back against the brick and carefully sidled around the corner, Haley decided that she was ready to go. Her huge hand snatched up what Dave could only assume was her former teacher with no preamble, eliciting a yelp from the tiny woman as she was shoved back into the bag, which was zipped shut and thrown over the girl's shoulder like it didn't contain a tiny human life inside of it. Standing stock still, one foot in the shadow of the alley, the other in the warm morning sun, Dave watched the girl smooth out her plaid skirt.

She couldn't be older than seventeen, with a round almost cherubic face framed by long dark hair kept out of her eyes by a simple plaid headband that matched a skirt just short enough to catch the attention of hundreds of teenage boys. Watching her button a complementary blazer over a clean white blouse, Dave tried to imagine what he would have thought of the cruel titaness standing before him had he walked by her at his old height.

If he had noticed the girl at all, he probably would have thought she looked perfectly nice. The kind of girl who babysat her neighbor's kids and never got into any trouble at school. Still, as he watched her big friendly brown eyes admire the toes of her hand-buffed mary janes, he couldn't help but notice the smug superiority in her smile. The knowledge that the fate that had befallen the teacher that had just licked her shoes clean, would never happen to her. A look Dave knew all too well as the self-congratulatory self-importance of the Immune.

The ground quaked, and even though he knew they didn't, Dave swore the bricks of the coffee shop trembled at the titanic teen's passage. He turned his gaze skyward and saw the smushed bit of chocolate croissant clinging to the underside of her backpack. His stomach rumbled and sent a pang of pain through his abdomen, but the tiny man crept back into the shadows of the alley.

Dave knew there were far worse things than going hungry at his size.

Dave's stomach continued to rumble as he ducked under a rusted out chain-link fence into the narrow strip of cement that lead to his tiny haven. The old cement path lead to a storm drain, not that he had ever gone too close to the large rusted grate, terrified that he would trip and fall to his doom and die buried in sewage. A quarter of the way down though, a few feet past the aluminum gutter, was the space that he had made into his home.

Gripping the rough surface of the red brick in front of him, he clambered up until he reached the slightly fluttering patch of tarp that protected his little lair from the elements and god only knew what else. He slid into the missing brick on his belly until he came to the hollowed out section inside the wall that he had discovered on his first day of being shrunk. Dave had long wondered about its original use, being far too neat and clean for some sort of animal warren. Yanking open a bag he had made out of his former, now gigantic shirt, he pulled out his emergency stash of stale crumbs, which he still hadn't been lucky enough to replenish over the past several days.

Hunkering down, he carefully gnawed at one of his few remaining crumbs and looked around his dark home before deciding for the umpteenth time that it must have been a stash for drugs or something equally illegal. The first time he had realized that, after several days of being there, Dave had almost bolted from the safe haven, terrified it was about to be invaded by some gigantic hand that would be shocked to find him instead of a bag of heroin or coke. It was too clean though. Too empty. Whoever had made use of it was long gone, or at least that's what he told himself.

A shiver went down his spine as he remembered the Immune teenage girl that had almost spotted him. Some enormous private school student who kept a former teacher in her backpack like the grown woman wasn't another person. The very thought of being imprisoned like that made his heart skip a beat, along with the reminder of how terrifyingly easy it would have been for that girl to snatch him up. If her enslaved teacher had screamed in fright when she saw him, if he had sneezed, if she had simply noticed him when she looked down to admire her shoes. So many things left to random chance could have made him her plaything, because there was almost no escaping people who could cover the ground you did in a sprint with a single step.

Dave had known that long before he had been diagnosed.

Rumors had circulated the whole time he was in college of people suddenly disappearing with no explanation, but tons of people vanished all the time and he told himself they'd turn up eventually. Then, sometime after he had gotten his first job in New York City, he had heard that all those disappearances were from people shrinking. Rumors ran rampant of people's roommates suddenly becoming an inch tall, or people waking up and finding themselves turned into dwarfs. But it had to be a joke, Dave had told himself, some sort of very odd meme that everyone liked to share. No more real than Slender Man or Candle Cove.

The rumors became news stories, then scientists started to provide hard evidence and things started to go out of control fast. No one knew exactly what was going on, but the strangest thing was how little people panicked. Dave could still remember the first time he had read a news story about someone he had known shrinking. His hometown's first shrunken person, they had had biology or maybe chemistry together in high school. His name was Chris Berringer or something. The guy had been a bit of an asshole, but Dave would have never wished him to be ten inches tall though, that seemed a bit much.

Still, Dave's first thought, while watching the local news interview on his phone was, 'At least his wife's pretty hot.' The woman had been a cheerleader in high school and she still kept in shape, and all Dave had thought about was how cool it'd be to see her blown up to movie screen sized proportions every day for the rest of his life.

Now, though, he would bet money that Chris Berringer (or was it Derringer?) was now kept in a cage in the woman's closet while she had fun with her new husband. If she hadn't shrunk too that is.

Dave shuddered once more at the thought of being trapped in his own home as he gnawed on another crumb. By the time he was diagnosed, a few states were already passing protectorate bills that turned shrunken people into de facto property. If he had shrunk inside of his own apartment, he'd either have eventually starved to death or worse, been kidnapped by one of his neighbors the moment he tried to get out of the building.

When he first suspected he had lost two inches, he didn't tell anyone. Instead, he skulked around on websites until he found a doctor that also had the Shrinking Disease, because every one knew healthcare professionals were the biggest threat to someone with the disease. If you had a bad case, they might lock you up then and there and sell you off to somebody, but if they caught you early they might secretly sell off your information to the highest bidder. He had heard about some nurse in Texas who became a millionaire doing it, though he only knew that because she had also been stealing the shrinking people's identities which was somehow a worse crime than selling them.

When he had first gone into that doctor's office to be diagnosed, he was sweating bullets as he handed his paperwork and insurance card off to the cute Asian nurse. He couldn't help but imagine the tiny five foot two woman as a massive titan demanding he perform tricks for her amusement or else she'd sell him off to some lonely fat guy in the middle of nowhere. Even now, thinking about that first visit, Dave realized he was shaking from fear.

The doctor, a man who had dwindled down from 6'1'' to 5'5'' had been very sympathetic. He ran his tests, and he had Dave come in regularly to make sure there wasn't any further degradation. Two inches, then another one and then nothing for eight months. Barely anyone noticed that Dave had shrunk, he was still a tall guy especially in an office of relatively short people. Despite his doctor warning him that cases like his could just as easily lead to a massive shrinking attack, Dave had started to believe that he was through the worst of it.

It's why when someone needed to fly out to this city and deal with a small client, he had jumped at the chance. For nearly a year, the very thought of traveling had paralyzed him with fear. The thought of dwindling down to an inch in height while hiking or in some country where he didn't speak the language or in the middle of an airport where someone could whisk him away to anywhere in the world, filled him with so much anxiety that even seeing Jetblue ads on the subway made his heart race. Three inches though, that was just enough to make him need to hem his pants and bring in his suit jackets. It was no reason to stop living his life.

Or at least, that's what Dave had told himself right before he left for the airport.

Then it happened, right after he had said goodbye to the client and was about to start a nice weekend in a small city far away from anyone he knew. It had taken Dave several long seconds to even realize it was happening while he was walking down the street looking for a cool looking bar or nice restaurant to go into. His previous two attacks had happened while he slept, but he had heard people describe them as hot flashes that put you to sleep.

It had been a warm June day, and he ran a little hot anyway, so he hadn't thought much of the heat rising up his neck and cheeks, making him feel like his whole face was turning flush. Then he stumbled, like he was stone drunk, and that's when the first convulsion came and Dave knew he was in trouble. His doctor had warned him, he had warned him so many times, that if he did suffer from a big attack it wouldn't be the peaceful sleeping kind but like a violent urban legend-sized seizure.

It had been right before five o'clock on a Friday in the middle of summer, the streets were starting to fill up with people getting out of work. As he took another step forward, Dave lost a shoe, his laptop bag crashed to the ground, and his pants started to drift past his waist. Another convulsion forced him to bite down on his lip to keep from screaming. People stared at him as he did his best to get off the street and duck between two buildings. Intentionally or not, Dave started to shed his clothes and all he could think about was how he was basically creating a neon sign that said, 'shrunken idiot this way!'

A few more stumbling steps and violent convulsions, and he realized he was being weighed down by his own shirt. The attack ended suddenly, with only a lingering soreness and flash of heat to indicate anything had happened. He tripped over the knot in his tie as he stepped out of his own collar and then realized not that he was only six inches tall, but that he was completely nude.

Warm humid air kissed his skin as he stood somewhere in the middle of the alley staring at his own clothing spread out across the vast concrete canyon that was whatever alley he had stumbled into. His heart pounded as he took in the size of everything, trying to comprehend how his entire life could be over so quickly. His dry lips had just mouthed the word 'no' over and over again as he shook his head and tried to take it all in.

Then he laid eyes on his first giant.

She stood at the mouth of the alleyway, a mousy woman with frizzy blonde hair and wide framed glasses that were probably supposed to make her look like a cool hipster but instead made the rest of her face look strangely narrow. A flowing blouse with a weird bow at the neck, a pencil skirt, and dark pantyhose made the giant young woman look like someone who desperately wanted to be thought of as a sexy librarian. It was the chunky black leather heels that caught his attention though, the shoes were easily bigger than him and he watched as the monumental things flexed from the woman's unconscious thoughts.

When he looked back up to the sky, he saw the woman biting down on her lip, a mixture of lust and excitement etched across her billboard sized countenance. Again, Dave couldn't help but be aware of his own nudity and without a second thought he snatched up his shirt and started to back away. The thin cheap tie was cut to ribbons as it was dragged across the rough surface of the alleyway, and his undershirt remained where he had stumbled out of it, but Dave would be damned before he dropped the thick parachute sized shirt that was protecting his dignity.

Her stifled giggle echoed down the alley like a distant police siren.

Then she took one long luxurious step. Dave knew now that he didn't actually hear the step or feel it. In that moment though, as he watched the thick black shoe rise up and saw her calf muscles flex beneath the hose before the shoe crashed down, he was convinced he heard a sound like a thunderclap and that his whole body was shaken by an earthquake that could have reduced San Francisco to rubble.

That's when he started to run. He stumbled, and flailed, and screamed, all while his shirt billowed behind him like a massive oversized cape. The giant behind him found it hilarious, she couldn't stop herself from laughing as she took another step forward then another. He looked back, watching as she lazily took the time to grind her shoes against his clothes, rubbing dirt and grime into his slacks and ripping apart his socks for no reason other than that she could. She watched him as he ran, and cackled with glee as she started her meandering pursuit once more.

“Fee, fi, fo, fum,” her voice boomed like a fairy tale giant's as she stretched her pencil skirt as far as she could so she could take exaggerated stomps toward him.

As he ran as fast as he could, his breath coming in puffs and wheezes, searching for a way out, all Dave could actually think about was whether or not he had ever been so confident in his entire life. Looking back at the enormous woman who was probably barely old enough to drink, he couldn't imagine a single moment in his life where he had ever been as sure of something as she was that she would catch him. Worse, as his legs burned and she took another lackadaisical step, Dave began to wonder if she was right to be so confident, since there was no way he could escape.

Then he saw it, a quick flash as he ran that made him skid to a halt.

“That's riiiiiight,” she had let the word stretch out. The giantess then took a long hip swinging step that she probably thought was sexy, but looked ridiculous and a little frightening to the newly shrunken man. “There's no where for you to run, little man,” her booming voice almost lapsed into baby talk before she puckered her lips and blew him a kiss.

Dave crept back toward her, and his eyes darted to his left, where a completely unblocked pipe ran through what he thought was just more building, but actually lead into what looked like a backyard. A triumphant smile crossed her face as she looked down at him, her pointer finger wiggled toward herself in a 'come here' gesture, while the toe of her large menacing shoe tapped loudly against the ground. As he stood close to her, parallel to the old pipe, Dave actually felt the power of her footfall, a low tremor that coursed through his body with each tap.

He looked up at her and tried to imagine being owned by her.

If he had seen her earlier that day, before he had shrunk, he would have imagined it would be kind of fun. She was probably a nerdy girl that played video games that required a big powerful computer, she would treat him like a nice little pet and he would get to relax while she complained about a reboot or the backlash to a reboot or whatever dumb thing had bothered her that day. Before that moment as he looked up at her, all of Dave's thoughts of being shrunk ended in the same way; him free of life's responsibilities as a pet to someone who was nice.

Gazing up at the cruel smile on the woman's face, and the sheer sense of confidence and security that radiated off of her though, he knew that there was no kind of good ownership. She wasn't someone who had to fear ever being in this situation, or even if she did she was probably like he had been that very morning, incapable of believing it could happen to her. Knowing that his future at her hands was being used as a dildo and something to scrape dog shit off of her shoes, Dave did the only thing that he could and sprinted for that pipe.

She screamed in anger, a sound that made his whole body reverberate as his muscles burned in pain. Then he jumped, and his nude body bumped and scraped through the narrow metal tube, getting three quarters of the way before something yanked him back. His own shirt was caught up in the opening of the pipe, and through the blue and white gingham fabric he could see that menacing black heel grinding against it.

“No you fucking don't,” she practically screeched, her words literally making his ears ring.

Dave scrambled forward, ignoring the scrapes against his raw skin as he tumbled down into the yard and then yanked on his shirt. He heard it rip loudly, and when he stood up he watched as she kicked the rest of his shirt away while he wrapped his large piece around his bleeding body like a toga. She bent down and he could see her huge green eyes amplified by her massive oversized glasses, “You little bastard! Get over here!”

Her thin arm plunged through the drain pipe and Dave jumped back in fright, screaming his head off all the while. Her massive hand tore at the air he had been standing in, clenching and grasping for him before smacking futilely against the ground, her anguished shouts filling his ears.

Dave didn't think, he bolted for the far side of the massive yard as quickly as he could. And when he found a hole in that side's wall, he ran through the next yard, and the next and the next until he was ready to collapse.

He had no idea where he was going to go as he wandered through the city center. The sun was starting to plunge beneath the horizon, and he could hear the sound of the city's now enormous night life all around him. He would have passed the little storm drain by if the remnants of his shirt hadn't caught on the upturned chain-link fence.

Some trick of the light allowed him to see the hole in the wall beyond, and he crept toward it.

That first night, it had felt like the perfect place to hole up and catch a few hours of sleep, but as he adjusted to his new life of scavenging in the inner city, he worked hard to make it a true safe haven. Dave was small, but he reminded himself every day that he was still a human being. He could still solve problems with his brain, he could make tools to suit his needs, and he could survive on his own.

Sitting in his haven months later though, gnawing on the last remnants of his crumb stash, thinking about the giant schoolgirl who had imprisoned her former teacher, he doubted if that was true. Especially as his stomach roared with hunger and he felt a little dizzy. His whole life was contingent on scrounging crumbs in the morning, just so he could find food to get him through the rest of the day. The tiny man sobbed as he thought it over.

Then after what felt like minutes but could have been hours, he realized it was Thursday, and that meant there was at least a small silver lining in his day.

Vicki worked on Thursdays.

Carefully creeping his way through the alleys as the sun sank toward the horizon, Dave thought about the first time he met Vicki.

It had taken him several days simply to adjust to the reality that he had really shrunk and it was not simply a prolonged very detailed nightmare. A few days of starvation and denial had driven him to dig into dumpsters and trash cans, resulting in food that made him sick as often as it actually sated his appetite, which is what lead him to nearby places like the coffee shop and a greasy spoon that offered portions large enough to their giant customers that at least one garbage can was filled with actually edible food. However, within a few weeks, he knew his narrow diet of carbs and lipstick coated cheap hamburger meat would be just as bad as eating the literal garbage he had choked down in his first few days.

Dave had been shocked how far he had had to walk from his tiny haven until he finally found a bar. It took hours before he picked up the sickly sweet smell of foul beer and liquor that infested the air around a certain type of bar. At his former height it was something he might have picked up on walking by or when he first stepped in, and then quickly forgotten. But recently shrunken, Dave couldn't dislodge the strange smell from his nostrils, and it quickly made him gag as he circled around the huge lumpy black garbage bags that leaked god only knew what onto the alleyway around him.

The tiny man knew that if he didn't get a certain amount of vitamin c in his diet, as well as a few others, he would most certainly die a far worse fate than being impaled by a stiletto heel. As a normal human being, this would not have been something he even thought about, but surviving solely on the occasional bit of wilted lettuce thrown out with a salad and croissant crumbs, he knew he needed more. Dave knew that like British sailors of old, he needed limes and he needed them bad.

And that's why on a hot July day that left his minuscule body coated in sweat, Dave was prying open garbage bags outside of a bar in search for the wedges of fruit that people got with their drinks. After being nearly buried in chicken wings as big as his legs, and almost drowning in watered down beer that had somehow found its way into the garbage, he finally tore open a hole to a world that looked like paradise. A mountain of yellow, orange, and green that meant he had found his needed cache of citrus fruit. He clambered onto the rinds immediately, pushing and shoving them aside as he tried to find something that he could bite into and suck the juice from.

Dave was so absorbed with his task that he didn't even know that a giant had stepped outside the backdoor of the bar until he yanked at the wrong lime wedge and was sent tumbling out of the hole he had made in the bag. The tiny man tumbled ass over tea kettle until his shoulder hit the asphalt of the alley with a sharp crack that made him writhe and scream in pain. His vision blurred as lime and orange wedges splattered against the ground around him, their juices splashing against him as he rolled from the sharp pain of hitting the ground.

The shrunken man was so absorbed in his own pain that he didn't notice the giantess had seen him until his entire world was plunged in shadow. With his eyes shut tight, Dave wanted to believe that a cloud had just passed over the sun, or that it had finally fallen behind the seemingly endless buildings above him, but he knew that wasn't the case. Yet, when he opened his eyes, Dave could feel his heart thundering in his chest because he knew there was a gigantic person looming over him.

A few weeks after his big attack, Dave had avoided the now gigantic people around him like the plague, and he had certainly never been so close to one. He couldn't stop himself from flinching and screaming as her billboard-sized face filled his vision, and while it was far from a Brobdingnagian sight of every single pore being open to his sight, the tiny man couldn't help but notice the blemishes that would have gone unnoticed at his previous height. By the same reasoning though, he also found it hard to ignore the attention to detail the raven-haired giantess had put into perfecting her cat's eye mascara and other subtle touches that made it look as if she hadn't put on any other make-up even though she clearly had. As he fully took in the sight of her enormous face, he couldn't deny that there was a distinct beauty to her pale skin, full cheeks and plump lips.

And yet, as he stared into her big blue eyes, all Dave could do was scream at the top of his lungs.

The huge eyes, easily bigger than his head, widened in disbelief as his screams reached the huge ears that hung in the sky above him. Then, the plump painted lips parted and Dave's skin crawled as puffs of the giantess's breath blasted against his skin as she giggled down at him. The little man thrashed and threw himself onto his hands and knees, ready to bolt even though he knew just how useless it is.

“Wait.”

The single word boomed out so loudly that his ears rang, and his shrunken body froze in terror because of the massive being that hung over it.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you, but...” A warm wind that smelled of hot wings and cigarettes wafted over Dave, “Sorry, I have no way of describing how crazy you look that isn't ludicrously demeaning.”

The shrunken man cringed and turned his head back toward the sky to see the huge woman's apologetic and pitying look. His jaw dropped slightly as he realized he didn't see any lust or superiority in the big blue eyes that hung over him.

Then those huge dinner-plate sized irises rose high into the sky as the giantess pushed herself to a standing position. His eyes went from the well worn black converse on her feet, along her torn up jeans and faded t-shirt, till he finally found those huge apologetic eyes again.

“Did you need some help, little guy?” She asked, a weird quiver to her voice that made Dave relax ever so slightly until her foot unconsciously ground against the asphalt, making him flinch back.

He stared up at the huge woman, unable to make sense of the fact that someone so much more powerful than him could possibly be nice to him.

Dave learned shortly thereafter that Vicki wasn't Immune like some of the giants he had seen torturing small people like himself for their own amusement. He felt like that wasn't enough to explain why she was actually nice to him, since he had seen plenty of people completely susceptible to the disease eat and stomp on shrunken men and women like himself for no other reason than that it was fun, but he wasn't going to question it. And so, at least once a week, or more if he was starving, he would literally eat Vicki's scraps.

As he crept toward the bar's backdoor, the same sickly sweet stench of alcohol filled his nostrils, but rather than make him sick and uncomfortable like the first time, Dave found it made his stomach rumble. He paused and looked toward the darkening sky, wondering exactly when the huge woman would take her break, and if she even expected to see his tiny little body waiting for her. The sun continued its way toward the horizon and a chill ran down Dave's spine as he waited in the deep dark shadows of the alleyway for Vicki.

Finally, with his stomach rumbling loud enough that he'd bet giants could hear it, the door crashed open, and he watched as the giantess's scuffed up engineer boots pounded against the asphalt and listened to her let out a loud huff before the door crashed closed with a resounding thud. Dave crept out from between the overflowing trash can and a trash bag, to see the giantess lift a chicken wing as big as his arm up to her lips before tearing into it with a ferocity that made the little man cringe. He couldn't help but imagine himself danging between her fingers as her big white teeth tore meat from the bone before dumping the mostly bare wing back into a small palm sized paper basket.

He paused a solid two feet before the toe of the giantess's boot, before clearing his throat, and shouting, “Hey!”

The huge woman paused midway through her third wing as she heard his little voice, even after him coming to her in need for weeks, it still always took her a moment to recognize his pathetic cries. The huge face turned from her food to the shrunken man at her feet and she slowly smiled as she recognized him. “Hey there, little dude.”

The huge denim pillars that were her legs exploded out into the air above him as she squatted down to get closer to his world, and Dave couldn't stop himself from backing away. No matter how many times he reminded himself that Vicki meant no harm, he couldn't help but imagine this would be the week she snatched him up and turned him into a slave.

“Hungry?” She asked, the smile turning into a smirk as she dangled the mostly eaten wing above his head.

Dave had to swallow the saliva in his throat before he shouted back, “Please, I-”

A giggle erupted past her lips, and she shook her head, “You don't need to beg or explain, dude, it's ok.” The huge blue eye winked down at him as she set the paper basket down on the asphalt and slumped against the wall, “You're a pretty cheap date.”

The tiny man tried to laugh at the cheap date comment as he crept toward the giantess's massive amount of food. The tantalizing smell of hot food threatened to turn him into a wild animal as he approached but Dave reminded himself that he needed to be calm. He wanted to believe that Vicki was sympathetic, but maybe she was simply playing a long con to capture him at his most vulnerable. Still, standing before the hot wings, even the nearly bare bones, the smell overpowered everything else in his world and the hunger took over.

Dave's knees stung as he fell to the ground and he ignored the way his skin felt as he pulled at the hot sauce laced meat in front of him. His mouth and skin burned, whether from the heat of the chicken or the hot sauce, Dave had no idea and he didn't care. It had been well over a week since he had last begged for the young bartender's scraps, and he had no idea how he had been able to survive off the cold hard crumbs of others for nine whole days. How, the tiny man wondered, could he possibly choose a chunk of chocolate croissant that had been thrown to the sidewalk by a germ covered infant over this dark haired goddess's warm spicy castoffs?

He lost himself in such thoughts as he filled his little body to the bursting with meat, uncertain of how much time had passed until he heard the click of Vicki's lighter high above him. Dave looked to the sky to see the cherry red bulb of the cigarette's end standing in stark contrast to the dark purple sky beyond. Her face lit up by the dull flame, she turned her bright blue eyes to his tiny body and the small bulge on his stomach that came from gorging himself on the bits of meat that still clung to the chicken bones.

“So,” she let the single word hang in the air as she took a long drag and expelled a cloud of smoke into the air high above that was easily large enough to choke him. He watched as her free hand dragged against the asphalt, not quite reaching him, but making his heart start to pick up as he watched her fingers drift so close. “What are you going to do when it starts to get cold in a few weeks?”

The question hit him harder than the huge hand that circled away from his little body ever could. His jaw moved of its own accord several times before Dave heard his little voice go, “Wh-what?”

“Like, I mean, you've never said where you're from or anything, but this ain't the west coast or something,” the world shook as she scuffed her boot against the ground. “It's gonna start getting cold in mid-October, and the first snow isn't long after that. Like...” She trailed off, but Dave knew her next words before she spoke them, “What are you gonna do?”

Dave's tongue grew heavy and his throat went dry. In a single season, his tiny body had gone from flabby to ripped, and he had kept trying to convince himself that he could survive anything, but the seasons were changing and there was no amount of ingenuity at his size that would change that. He stammered, unable to think of a response.

“Is there, like, someone I should call?” The giantess pulled out her monolithic phone, and held it in the sky above Dave's tiny body.

All the little man could do was stare up the lock screen that depicted Vicki and her girlfriend smiling and laughing on some mountain they had visited that summer. He had thought about being saved by someone from his past countless times; a coworker that went to visit the same client he had, an old girlfriend who had left New York City a few years ago, or even his own parents searching for their son. Yet, as he tried to imagine contacting any of them, all he could see were the bars of the cage that they would inevitably put him in.

Given the nature of the disease, the little man doubted that even the safe bet of his parents was actually safe. They could already have shrunk or worse, they might not until after he had been forced to live in a cage in his old room for months or years. Even if they never did, the thought of moving back there felt so foreign, so terrifying, so wrong, that he couldn't even bring himself to say their phone number. He had never forgotten it, it was one of the few he still remembered beside his own, but yet, the little man found himself shaking his head before weakly saying, “No, no there isn't anyone.”

The ambient light of the phone disappeared and Dave felt more than heard Vicki's feet shuffle about as she shoved the phone back into her painted on jeans. “I'd...” the giantess spoke and then trailed off, “I'd say you could come live with me but Melanie wouldn't treat you like I do.”

Dave looked up toward the sky, to see the giantess biting her lip before she took another long drag of her cigarette.

“Sometimes I...” she grunted and her foot stamped against the ground in rage, sending the tiny man sprawling onto his back. The huge girl, normally so nice and caring, didn't even bother apologizing for the unconscious movement before she said, “Sometimes I really think she's only with me because she's waiting for me to shrink, ya know?”

Ash rained down as she flicked the cigarette and took another drag, luckily none hit the tiny man but he found himself backing away in fear, uncertain what Vicki might do as she vented.

“Like, I'm sure she'd treat me ok, she likes me for me but I also, it's hard not to wonder when you're dating someone who knows they're Immune and knows that you're not. Like, I know she'd expect me to do things sometimes, but I'm sure she'd treat me better than she would someone she didn't know. I think... I think I'd be like her little pet, ya know? And that wouldn't be so bad, right? Being a hot girl's pet?”

Dave looked up at Vicki to see the same hopes and fears that had played through his mind constantly before he shrunk etched across her pale face. He crept forward, hoping that a small pat on the toe of her boot would be enough to get her to understand that he got it, that she wasn't alone, but as he started to crawl toward her on her hands and knees, the huge phone in her pocket buzzed and chirped.

“Ah well, little dude,” She said with a laugh that did little to cover the single tear rolling down her cheek, “Back to the real world for me.”

Dave started to scramble back as she rose high up into the sky, and watched as she flicked the cigarette in her hand down onto the asphalt. Embers scattered for a moment before they were engulfed in a rapidly growing shadow.

BOOM!

The single stomp made the tiny man's bones shake before Vicki started to grind the cigarette back and forth beneath her boot. Even though it was just a flimsy piece of paper wrapped around loose tobacco, Dave couldn't stop himself from imagining the rust colored flecks of tobacco as blood and the bright white paper as his own flesh. His whole body shook as he watched Vicki, someone who could easily be his size at any moment, so casually destroy something that was barely any smaller than him.

“Don't be a stranger,” her voice echoed out across the dark alleyway before the door opened and closed with a resounding crash.

His heart still pounding and his body still shaking, it took Dave several minutes to recover from Vicki's casual departure and when the little man looked at the ground up cigarette, it was easy for him to remember why it was so easy to eat crumbs rather than Vicki's castoffs. No matter how good the food tasted, and no matter how nice and understanding she seemed, Vicki was still a giant in comparison to him. She still thought, or more appropriately didn't think, like every other giant that Dave had seen stomping about the city.

Slowly, the little man pushed himself to his feet and started to walk back toward his tiny haven. His stomach rolled as he walked and it desperately tried to digest the greasy spicy meat he had just eaten and Dave knew that the next morning would not be easy. In spite of himself, Dave actually managed to laugh as he thought, 'At least there's no chance I'll be sleeping in.' Giggling to himself, he turned down the long alley that would lead him toward his storm drain without a single care in the world.

Then he heard it, a deep rhythmic pounding coming from down the path.

'RUN!' was the single thought that consumed his little brain as he turned to see a huge female figure turning down the alley on her regular post-work jog.

Dave broke into a sprint, trying desperately to reach the far side of the alleyway and eventually the chain-link fence that protected his little haven from prying eyes. How many times, he asked himself as his limbs started to burn and his overburdened belly threatened to revolt, how many times had this giant bitch almost seen him returning to his little hideaway?

He could hear her hard breaths as her feet hit the asphalt in perfectly measured strides, each one sounding like a thunderclap in his tiny ears. The little man didn't dare turn back as he neared the upturned section of the fence, imagining himself diving beneath it and feeling his whole body naturally lower itself toward the ground in preparation for the desperate maneuver. Months of hard scavenging paid off as his muscles coiled and exploded, sending him diving beneath the chain-link and rolling across the cement storm drain without injury.

Thanking god and whoever else was looking out for shrunken people, Dave pushed himself to a standing position and dusted himself off. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Dave realized that he couldn't hear the pounding of the giantess's feet, and then the fence behind him rattled like Zeus himself had come down from Olympus to tell him he was fucked.

Dave's head craned back just in time to watch a fit goddess clad in running tights and a sports bra sail through the sky. Behind him, her feet crashed against the storm drain with a fearsome quake that sent Dave sprawling to the ground as a wave of displaced air coated him in dust and grime.

The imposing giantess was a being composed entirely of shadow as she loomed over him, “Aw, poor little man, did you really think I haven't seen you scurrying in here every time I go for a run?”

Dave scrambled back on his hands and knees as the giantess's booming voice echoed in his ears. He barely made it a few inches before her dust coated running shoe slammed down directly in front of him, and her large powerful calf cast him in dark shadow. The world grew darker as the giantess squatted down over him and her huge hand invaded his tiny world.

The little man screamed as soft slender fingers wrapped around him, trapping him with terrifying ease. Wind rushed through his ears as she stood, and a moment later he felt them pop as she lifted him higher and higher into the air till he was dangling above her face. Dave squirmed relentlessly, spitting and cursing down at her, but all that did was bring a mischievous smirk to a face that seemed too gorgeous for such an enormous monster.

“Mhm, I'm so glad to see you have some fight in you,” she whispered as she brought him close enough that her warm breath rustled his hair and beard. He trembled in her grip as he was brought near her big pink lips, and then felt the wind get sucked upward as she sniffed him. Craning his neck slightly he watched her nose crinkle in disgust, “Well, if I'm going to have to clean you anyway, I might as well put you somewhere nice for the way back, huh?”

“Fuck you,” Dave grunted up at the huge woman but her massive body was already scrolling by.

First he went by her mountainous breasts that were covered in a tight black sports bra. Then a wide and flat stomach that was bare to the world before he reached the high waist of her dark running tights that were designed to look like a star filled night's sky. The fingers around him started to open up as her free hand pried back the tight fabric that was pressed tight against her wide hips. “No, no, no,” Dave said, panic setting in as he realized not only where he was going but that once inside there would be no escape.

All he heard in response was a deep laugh from the huge woman as she dangled him over a crotch that smelled like a day's worth of sweat. He bashed his fingers up against the firm and polished fingernails above him, but he didn't even manage to chip the matte wine red color that covered them. After what seemed like an eternity but was only a moment, the giantess's finger and thumb released him.

Despite how high he was off the ground, Dave didn't even have time for his limbs to windmill before his back hit the soft stretchy material of the giantess's work out pants. He landed with a splat against the sweat soaked crotch, and before him stood the woman's immense sex like a monster that was waiting to engulf him. Sucking in a musk-laced breath, Dave tried to scramble up and out of the tights, praying that he could get out and plunge to the concrete below for the woman could do anything.

Yet, when he looked skyward to see the woman's dark green eyes over the shelf of her breasts, the fingers holding the tights open disappeared and he was flung forward like he had been released from a slingshot. Dave's shrunken body slammed into the giantess's womanhood and his limbs got tangled up in her trimmed bush as almost all light completely disappeared from the world. He tried to scramble up, but the material didn't budge behind him, and his little feet were unable to find any purchase.

Then the whole world started to move.

His body barely flexed as he heard her grunt as she latched onto the chain-link fence that had once protected his little haven. The whole thing rattled as she shoved up and over it, his little body shifting upward and seeming to go weightless for a second as she sailed over it, and then slamming down into the floor of the running tights' crotch as she landed with a resounding boom back in the alley. Dave's bones were still rattling and his head was still spinning as he felt all the muscles on one side of him push off.

“No!” He screamed as he felt the opposite side flex and shift, then a shock wave rushed up through the gigantic woman's leg and pulsated through her crotch as she started to run once more.

Dave's entire little body shook constantly as she fell into an easy jog. His whole body went up and down, the wiry hairs of her crotch rubbing against him hard enough that he could feel his makeshift loincloth start to rip apart from friction. He had already lost count of the steps when he started to feel warm liquids flow over him. Sticky and salty, the little man had no idea if they were coming from the other side of the labia that he was pressed against or were just sweat pouring down her body. As it started to sting his eyes and choke his mouth and nose with its terrible scent and taste, Dave realized that it didn't matter.

“Please,” he thought he heard himself plead, though he wasn't sure if he was merely thinking it particularly hard, “Make it stop.”

All he heard though was the giantess's heavy breathing until finally the running pace slowed to a walk, and he heard doors open and shut.

“Good evening, Ms. Clearwater,” a male giant's voice rumbled through the fabric of the woman's tights, making Dave tremble in response.

“Evening,” the gigantic woman replied coolly, before Dave heard the soft ding of an elevator. A moment later and he heard the doors open and shut before the massive machine carried the giantess upward.

The next soft ding made his heart leap into his throat as he realized that this was it. He felt her muscles flex as she started to casually stroll over to her apartment door, keys jingling in her hand before she opened up the heavy door and closed it with a resounding thud. This was the end of any kind of independent life for Dave.

The horrific amusement ride of her walking stopped as she pried off her shoes, each one landing with a clatter somewhere in the distance, and then she started walking once more. He heard the sports bra snap off of her sizable chest before landing with a soft splat on the floor below. Then with no further warning, light seeped into his world as she hooked her thumbs into her tights and yanked them down.

Dave bounced into the air, smacking into her crotch one last time before plummeting down to the ground. He was caught by the foul smelling crotch of the tights, his tiny body actually managing to create a dip in them before they bounced several more times and then finally hit the floor of the woman's apartment. His stomach churned and his whole body was starting to feel like a giant bruise, but as he pushed himself to his hands and knees, Dave reminded himself that he was still alive and that meant that there was some way out of this.

Then the world shook and he watched as her socked foot rose up into the sky.

The dirty sweaty sole of her sock captured his attention as it hung above him, the appendage was easily big enough to crush him, and Dave was certain she was reminding him of this until he watched her finger hook into the back and peel it off. The sock was dropped dismissively onto the ground with a soft plop before the now bare foot, still bright red from her run, crashed down next to him, sending a gust of funky smelling air billowing over him. On his opposite side, the other foot rose up and the horrifying but completely normal scene played out once more, leaving Dave cowering between her two huge feet, in the crotch of her tights.

Ms. Clearwater, his captress, took a single step back, which sent a soft quake through the floor beneath him, and he felt her big eyes on him before he actually looked up to meet them. He heard several soft pops as her toes wiggled and stretched, momentarily distracting him, before he looked back to the sky, to see her standing there, hands on her hips, a triumphant smile on her beautiful face. The giantess reached up and unbound her hair, letting the sweaty dark red locks fall freely across her shoulders, before she quietly purred, “I have waited so long for this.”

Unable to stop himself, Dave started crawling back across her sweat soaked tights, his eyes darting back and forth, looking for somewhere to hide.

He heard the sound of her toes brush against the hardwood floor as her foot lazily circled him before landing with a barely perceptible thud behind him to his left. “Nuh uh, little one, there's no escaping me now,” she pouted as she bent forward at the waist, plunging his world into shadow and making her immense form look even more menacing, “And why would you want to? You're not gay, are you?”

She snickered as her big fingers lashed out and snatched him up by the ankle.

Dave screeched as she lifted him into the sky, pain radiating from where she held his foot between her thumb and forefinger. As blood rushed to his head, the little man could do nothing but writhe in the air and cry as she lifted him high up into the sky.

She simply laughed at him as she started to walk somewhere, each step making his body swing wildly through the air while his foot felt like it was about to be crushed. Without any warning, she laid him out on a cool tiled surface, making him flinch and roll about before he sat up and grabbed at his ankle. Where Dave expected to find a bruised and bloodied mess, he found only skin covered in bright red splotches before a sharp pins-and-needles feeling flooded over the air, her grip strong enough to make him lose circulation but not powerful enough to actually crush anything.

The little man's heart hammered in his chest, not only from the fear that every single of one of the giantess's movements in the huge room provoked, but from what such a perfect grip meant. Before he could fully form the thought in his head, her booming voice confirmed it, “I haven't had a shrinkee in forever.”

Had, the word rang in his ears and brain like a gunshot.

What he realized was a bathroom countertop shook as she leaned her elbows down against it and lowered her face till it was level with his shrunken body, “And every time I saw you running around downtown, thinking you were so clever, I just knew I had to snatch you up.” She giggled, and he cringed as her finger snapped forward like an enormous viper to simply bop him on the head, soft enough not to hurt him but hard enough to make him stagger backward. “And now there's no escape, is there?”

Dave looked at the countertop that her arms rested against, and her huge green eyes followed his gaze.

“Oh, you're not really thinking about that are you?” She cooed, her pink lips turning up in a smile. Dave cringed as her words echoed in the vast bathroom, “'I'll show this giant bitch there's still one way out.' You'd think most of you shrunken idiots would know a fall from this height won't actually kill you, but oh man, does it maim the shit out of you things.”

The giantess laughed at the thought, while Dave fought the urge to scream.

“I had a sorority sister who shrunk in college, and she hated me, but I was the one who would get to keep her. This was right when the news was breaking, and we already had another sister and a pledge or two shrink, so we figured it would be the right thing to just you know, keep them. And I won the lotto for little five inch her, and she just threw herself off of the table after I won.” Ms. Clearwater's fingers 'walked' up to the edge and she whistled as she mimed them jumping off the counter top, “But she didn't die. Instead, she broke both her legs and one of her arms, and lay there twitching, screaming her head off and desperately trying to get away as we all circled around her. So, I had to put her out of her misery, right?”

Tears streamed down Dave's cheeks as he listened to the giantess's story, and the way she told it like it was any other story from her college years.

“Luckily, I had been wearing these cute patent leather Doc Martens I had bought the previous semester in London and so,” She clapped her hands together and the sound made the tiny man flinch as it echoed through the bathroom like a thunderclap. “We wiped whatever was left up with a paper towel and I washed her out of the treads that night.”

Dave vomited.

Bile and half-digested chicken wings spewed out of him as he tried to comprehend the woman's story. His whole body trembled and he heaved again, more hot sauce laden meat and cartilage pouring out of him.

She snickered as she stood back up to her full height, and as he wiped saliva and tears from his face Dave suddenly wondered if any of what she had said was true. Staring up at her smiling face, he couldn't tell, he could only see the smug superiority plastered across it. “No one ever thought about turning me in, especially when I found out I was Immune later that semester and some of my sorority sisters found out they weren't. When one of them started to shrink, she never got as small as you, she only lost like two feet, I would sometimes wear those boots just to watch her freak out. It was the best,” her face lit up at the thought before it got a ponderous look, “I think I still have them, tucked away in my closet.”

Dave coughed and sputtered up the remains of whatever vomit was left in his throat.

The world shook as she planted her hands back down on the countertop, and leaned forward, her face dominating the sky. “Now, do I have to go dig them out or are you going to be my sweet cooperative little man?”

Her finger came down and brushed against his back softly, like she was petting him. His whole body froze, and he wanted to shout back at her, tell her to fuck off before scrambling off the edge of the countertop. But then he asked himself, what if she was telling the truth?

What if he leaped to his death and found himself paralyzed on her floor, watching her go about the rest of her night before coming back in at some point wearing gigantic shiny leather boots solely for the purpose of crushing him? What if the last thing he saw was the same tread she had used to kill some sorority sister she had been having a tiff with?

His now empty stomach churned once more, and he croaked out, “I'll behave.”

A wicked smile filled the sky as her fingers wrapped around him and her lips puckered up in a kissy face high in the sky, “Good, that's what Vanessa likes to hear.”

Just play along, Dave told himself as she carried him toward the shower and turned it on, the water steaming almost instantly. There has to be another way out of this.

A week, Dave thought to himself as he sat on the floor of his cold metal cage, a whole fucking week.

Dave still couldn't believe that he had already been in Vanessa Clearwater's clutches for seven days and an opportunity to escape had yet to present itself. He had barely been her prisoner for an hour or two on that first day before she had dug out a tall brass bird cage from her hallway closet, giggling the whole time as she hung it from the hook of a thin narrow stand, pushing it gently with her fingers to watch it sway. From the same closet she had pulled a small roll of chicken wire that she laced in and out of the polished brass bars before layering it across the door.

“Just in case you think about doing something stupid, little man,” she had announced while flicking the simple bar lock that a bird wouldn't have been able to figure out, but he easily could jimmy open.

She was terrifyingly precise in the way she set up his prison beside her bed. A single well worn athletic sock for a sleeping bag, a small metallic bowl for going to the bathroom, and a hamster wheel so he 'wouldn't be a fat little pet.' Nothing that was malleable enough for him to shape into a tool or soft enough that he could use it to cushion the multi-story drop to the floor or clamber down. Her prior experience with shrunken people showed, and even after seven days he was starting to wonder if there was any chance of escape.

The only times he was let out of the cage was when she was home, and even then only when she wanted to play with him. He shuddered as he looked at the small clock behind her bed, softly ticking the seconds away until she would come home and it would be playtime once more. She never let him get more than arm's length or a single stride away from her, he assumed just in case, but from what he had seen of her posh apartment, there didn't seem to be anywhere for him to hide or escape to. Or at least anywhere she wouldn't be able to easily reach him.

Ka-thunk.

Dave knew it wasn't as loud as he imagined but when the clock struck five o'clock he swore he heard the stubby hour hand click into place about the number. She could be home any minute now, depending on when she had left work or if she had decided to go out afterward.

In his short week of captivity he had already done a variety of demeaning tasks at her behest. Most of it was simply humiliating, it was always things she could easily do in a few minutes but that she clearly loved to watch him struggle with; painting or filing her nails, polishing her heels or getting scuffs out of other shoes, picking pieces of food from between her teeth before forcing him to eat it. Dave frowned as he thought about it, but then his stomach rumbled, a stark reminder that she had either decided or forgotten to leave him food for lunch. The tiny man couldn't decide which possibility was worse.

Still, he'd take an evening rubbing her feet and listening to her complain about her coworkers over the other possibilities. On his first full day with her, she had thrust him inside of her womanhood like he was a living wriggling dildo, and when she finally grew tired of it, she dropped him in his cage sopping wet and told him she was glad he was a 'fighter.' Dave had tried the next two times to not wiggle, to not fight her unfathomably huge body, but he couldn't stop himself. Trapped in the dark confines of her vagina, her fingers wrapped around his legs, he'd need to be as calm as a monk to not thrash in terror.

The shrunken man took a deep breath as he tried not to think about it. She had been wearing suede ankle high boots with a big heel when she left and he hoped that meant she'd want him to rub her feet for most of the night. He could see the big white and pink monoliths now, her toes squirming high above his head, the crisscross pattern of black and orange nail polish she had forced him to paint catching the light. Yes, he told himself, a footrub today.

A terrifying boom broke Dave's train of thought in an instant. The explosive noise was followed by several smaller booms, and finally a sigh that could move mountains.

Vanessa was home.

Her footsteps grew louder as she walked through her apartment, and Dave saw her as she turned into the hallway that lead to her bedroom, her titanic body casting a long shadow down it. She was still dressed for work, though she had already let down her dark red hair, the heavy tresses flowing over shoulders. A loud zip accompanied her heavy high-heeled foot falls, each one a sharp click followed by a hefty thump, and he watched as her hips wiggled back and forth and her pencil skirt shimmied down her thighs until it fell in a heap on the threshold of her bedroom.

She licked her plump painted lips, “Most pets are much more excited to see their owners when they get home from work, little man.”

Dave fought his trembling body's natural instincts and crawled toward her before forcing himself to his feet and walking toward the cage door. He knew she wouldn't be able to hear him from across the vast bedroom, so he clambered up the chicken wire until he could reach through the brass bars toward her.

“That's more like it,” she said, her lips curling into a smile as she started to unbutton her blouse, not even bothering with her hose or boots as she crossed toward him.

The whole cage swayed as she approached, and Dave's knuckles went white as he desperately tried to stay where she wanted him, terrified of incurring the wrath of such a monumental woman. His neck craned back instinctively as she loomed over him, completely bathing his world in darkness as she stood over it, her stomach close enough that with each breath the wall of soft skin brushed against his fingers. The little man could do nothing but suck in the scent of her; a mixture of some kind of muted floral perfume and the cleaner blunter scent of her deodorant.

His little world rattled as she dragged one of her wine red colored fingernails up the chicken wire, making the metal shudder and shake as she did. The wire groaned as she pulled it back to give herself access to his prison, before casually flicking open the latch to the cage door.

The little man dropped from his uncomfortable perch and moved toward the center of the cage, not because it was easier for her but because it meant she wouldn't paw about in his little world, making a mess of what little he had. “That's a good boy,” she purred, her words making the metal around Dave vibrate as her large fingers wrapped around him and she immediately laid down on her bed.

Unceremoniously dropped atop the shelf of her breasts, the little man had no idea what to do or what could possibly come next. High above him, Vanessa simply leaned back into the mountain of pillows she kept on her bed, while her dark green eyes simply settled upon him.

“You've been a very good little man during your first week,” her words had a cutesy tone to them, like she was talking to a favored pet and not a man she had imprisoned, “And I think hard work like that deserves a wittle reward, hm?”

Her long index finger rose up, and Dave couldn't stop himself from cowering beneath it. Her chuckle rattled through his bones as she brought it down and softly stroked his backside, doing it again and again until he finally started to relax. Against his better judgment, Dave actually started to lay down against the soft breast flesh that surrounded him.

“Mhm, that's right, that's a good boy,” the words were felt more than heard, and Dave suddenly wished that every day since he had shrunk had been like this.

This, he told himself, is what he had always dreamed being someone's pet would be like. Sucking in Vanessa-scented air suddenly put him at ease, as he gently snuggled against her massive breast.

“Hmm, now, I think a very good reward for all you've done for me this week,” her fingers pinched against his waist and picked him up. Dave looked about, bewildered as she set him back down on his feet, which sunk into the pliable breast beneath them. “Would be if I let you masturbate,” a wicked smile crossed her lips, “So how about you get to it, since I think you have everything you need to excite yourself right here.”
Dave's knees shook so hard he swore they knocked together as he watched her free hand gesture to her own enormous body.

“Oh no, little man, no pretending you're gay now, not after how you were practically humping my boob just now,” she snickered before her face contorted into mock anger, “Or are you saying I'm not your type?”

“I...” Dave sputtered, still uncertain what to even make of this 'reward.'

Her brow knitted together, and she coldly said, “Are you?”

“N-no, you're g-g-g-go-gorgeous,” he stammered out.

“Then get fapping, little man,” she cooed.

“I-”

“Now.”

The word echoed like an explosion in his ears as a gust of her warm breath washed down over him. Shutting his eyes tight, Dave tried not to scream or cry as he collapsed to his knees and let his hand go down to his own crotch. The small loincloth he had worn out in the wilds of the city had disappeared not long after she had snatched him up, and so his hand easily wrapped around his own manhood.

Dave's heart skipped a beat as he realized it was already at half-mast.

No, he berated himself, No, not because of this.

Vanessa let out a low moan as she watched him set to work, and feeling that sensual noise vibrate through his body only further stirred his cock. Dave opened his eyes to see her beautiful face completely focused on him, her huge teeth biting down on her bottom lip in anticipation as he started to stroke it.

Since shrinking, Dave hadn't had the time or sense of safety to actually please himself.

But as Vanessa moaned again, and he felt her hefty breasts jiggle beneath him, it was hard not to get into it. He tried not to think of the giant redhead, even as her scent slammed against his sinuses, and instead he tried to focus on one of his old coworkers. A cute brunette he had always wanted to ask out, but as he stroked away, his image of her suddenly exploded. She went from five foot five and well beneath his six foot tall frame to towering over their Manhattan office building, cackling as she lifted her foot and flattened a block beneath one of her ballet flats.

His coworker was replaced with more and more giant women, the ones he had tried so desperately to avoid as he eked out his living as a scavenger of their scraps. It was a carousel of mismatched body parts and billboard-sized faces as he grew closer and closer toward climax.

“Yes,” Vanessa's massive voice rumbled through his body and his eyes suddenly shot open.

The living ground beneath him shifted as her bicep pushed against her breasts, and he turned to see her fingers pushing past her panties and manipulating the deep folds she had already thrust him inside many times. “No,” he breathed to himself as his arm continued to stroke away.

But Vanessa's hand never came to retrieve him, instead it just kept working her own body while he worked his. A terrible feeling developed in the pit of his stomach as he realized he was about to come, and it was all part of another one of Vanessa's sick games. Everything else left his mind though as his body was overcome with pleasure and he grunted as he came.

His load landed with a soft splat against Vanessa's massive breast, and Dave let himself fall sideways against her breasts.

The world continued to shake and shudder as she played with herself, not climaxing until the after effects of the orgasm had long since faded in her shrunken prisoner. Dave frowned deeply as she pulled her shining fingers out of herself and let out a low deep sigh as she pulled a small hand towel from her bedside table and rubbed her fingers clean.

The sudden movement sent Dave tumbling off of her breast, and his limbs windmilled until he crashed against her damp lap, where his nostrils were assaulted by the smell of her sex. Gagging, he scrambled down her leg, and only then did he realize that she was still wearing her pantyhose. Dave stared far out at the other side of the bed, where her suede boots stood like a weird alien monolith.

“Ah, that was good, wasn't it, little guy?” Her voice echoed through the room, and he turned around in time to watch her swipe up his spent load with her pinky. She giggled to herself before lapping it off the thin digit. “Ugh, we need to get a little more fruit in your diet, little man.”

Dave stared up at her, unable to make sense of anything that she was saying or doing as she pushed herself up off of the bed, and then snatched him up. She dropped him back into his cage but didn't even shut the door as she strolled out of her room and returned less than a minute later with her phone, a serene smile on her enormous face.

She took off everything but her bra and blouse, and replaced her panties before laying back down on her bed. The shrunken man simply stared at her as she booted up an app and absentmindedly reached for his cage. Dave grabbed the closest bar in fright, fully expecting her errant hand to knock his world about and send him flying through the door. Instead, there was a soft rattling as her hand bumped against it and her finger probed until she was certain her hand was in front of the door.

Her hand cupped before the entrance to his prison and she cleared her throat.

The giant woman had no need to explain herself, Dave realized as he crawled toward the awaiting palm and got into it. A shiver went down his spine as he recognized that he knew exactly what she wanted of him.

The hand tipped suddenly as it hovered over her legs, and Dave scrambled for any sort of purchase before he was freefalling. The comforter and mattress beneath created a comfortable landing pad for him, but he was still briefly dazed as he rolled across them trying to make sense of what was happening.

“My feet are killing me, little dude,” Vanessa's voice boomed, “And I think I'm going back out tonight so I definitely don't want to have sore feet before I put heels on.”

Dave nodded, and stumbled down the comforter, each step being met with the bounce of the mattress beneath the soft comforter. He didn't know how long it took him to reach her feet, but he didn't think much about it as he slammed his hands into the wrinkled flesh. Above his head the toes twitched and he watched the polish on her nails catch the light.

He tried to think only of the foot rub that he was forced to give her, but every few minutes he found his head peeking around the edge of the massive appendage. Dave looked down at the landscape that was his captress's body, trying to imagine what she would have looked like to him when he was his normal size. She was tall for a woman, and she was fit enough that her heavy breasts and wide hips gave her a classic hourglass figure. It was difficult to deny that he would have called her hot if not gorgeous at his original size, especially with his crotch stirring at the sight of her gargantuan frame. Yet, as he watched her scroll through her phone, her huge digit swiping across the screen, it was hard to deny that she seemed like the exact type of woman who would be this cruel to shrunken people.

The kind of girl that literally stomped on one of her shrunken sorority sisters.

Dave couldn't fathom that he'd have been able to see past that if he was still his normal height. His stomach then churned from a dark thought, What if you had been Immune? Dave's tiny six inch frame shuddered at the thought, he had never taken advantage when he didn't know so he clearly wouldn't have done stuff like this. Then one of her firm calves flexed as she stretched in place, and Dave found himself asking if he'd have ignored it in a woman who was otherwise smart, witty, beautiful, and into him.

“Mhm, you are one hot young buck.”

The words, practically God-like in their volume, completely dispelled the dark thoughts that clouded Dave's mind. He had no more time to think as he was tossed into the air by the mattress springs simply because Vanessa had decided to stand up. The tiny man crashed back down onto the bed, and then watched as her massive smartphone crashed down next to him, producing a gust of wind strong enough to sting his eyes.

Wiping the tears away from his eyes, Dave watched as Vanessa buttoned up her blouse and wiggled her way into a pair of tight jeans. As she hunted for socks and the boots she had worn that day, the little man turned his attention to the fading screen of her phone. He instantly recognized the dating app that was open, but he didn't have time to read the huge lines of text from their chat before the screen turned off. Dave had seen the profile picture of the guy though, a chiseled gym rat with classic good looks that only made the little man think back to the decidedly dad bod like features he had had before shrinking.

As she trapped him back in his cage before touching up her make up and completing her outfit with an infinity scarf and denim jacket, Dave realized that he might have found Vanessa attractive before he shrunk, but she probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.

A sound like an artillery shell going off woke Dave up with a panicked start.

His head whipped around in every direction as his little cage swung back and forth on the changing air currents of the small one bedroom apartment. A few shafts of light in the distance broke through the darkness that enveloped his small world, and then they started to shift and change shape. The mesmerizing dance of light was accompanied by echoing booms, and Dave's exhausted brain finally caught up with his reality.

Vanessa had returned and she had brought her hot young buck with her.

The darkness was suddenly dispelled by a blinding light that made Dave shield his eyes. In the distance he could hear the click-thud of Vanessa's heeled ankle boots crashing against her hardwood floors but he could also hear distinct meatier thumps. By the time he had blinked away the stars dancing in front of his eyes, he could see the approaching shadow of her hulking hook-up filling the entire hallway.

Dave's whole body trembled as he tried to process the sheer size of the man-beast. From what he could tell, Vanessa was already sizable for a woman, and apparently she liked her men to have a complementary height because this giant easily stood a head or more over his giantess lover. A digit that looked to be almost as thick as Dave's small body flicked one of the light switches on the wall, bathing the room in a warm orange glow from one of Vanessa's lamps.

The colossus was distinctly under dressed, even in comparison to the casual outfit that Vanessa had been wearing when she left. Wearing well worn shorts, a too tight t-shirt, Nikes, and a baseball hat that sat atop slightly too long locks, the man looked like he had shown up to an intramural baseball game, not a first date. As Dave further judged the god-like man before him, he finally reached the being's massive face; Hollywood handsome with a five o'clock shadow that made him look down-to-earth instead of lazy, but a cocky self-assuredness that the tiny man knew came from being Immune.

Dazzling teeth flashed in a smile as his large dark eyes settled upon the little cage dangling beside Vanessa's bed. His huge hand scratched across his chiseled abs as he smacked his lips together, as if contemplating whether or not to pop the cage's inhabitant inside of his big dark maw.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Dave was only dimly aware of his knuckles turning white as he latched onto the bars of his cage, his eyes focused solely on the heavy pounding steps of the giant man before him. In three easy strides, the behemoth had crossed the room and Dave found himself face to face with its massive stomach. As the giant stood before Dave's tiny polished brass prison, a wave of sheer manliness wafted over his little world, practically choking the life out of him.

A thick callused finger played at the top of the chicken wire that encircled his little world, the metal groaning from the touch. A soft 'heh' puffed out of the giant's huge body, making Dave cringe as he realized that was the extent of the huge man's judgment of him; a singular little chuckle.

The hefty click-thuds of Vanessa announced her arrival, and the giant pivoted to face her, “He looks just like my step-brother.”

Vanessa smirked at the comment as she extended a tumbler of brown booze to the huge man, “Yeah?”

He took it and her fingers ran up his big beefy arm, and Dave watched as a hand that had easily scooped him up countless times in the past week couldn't even wrap around the giant's bicep. The beastly man threw back the liquor, enough for Dave to bathe with, in one gulp. He leaned over Dave's world to set the glass down on Vanessa's bedside table, his bulk brushing against the cage and causing it to sway back and forth.

Dave's stomach churned and he swallowed back a bile-laced yelp.

“Yeah,” the giant's massive face briefly turned back to Dave with a big smirk, “The same kind of little bitch.”

Vanessa giggled at the comment like it was the funniest joke she had ever heard.

Her enormous stud took the moment to try and take the drink from her hand but she pulled it back. The huge man was quick though, terrifyingly quick for something that had more in common with a mountain than a man. He wrapped his free hand around the small of her back, and pulled her closer. Giggling, the massive redhead leaned into his grasp and kissed him.

It was passionate, and their moans reverberated in Dave's little body as he watched them press up against each other.

When they came up for air, she pressed the glass against his lips in place of her own. He took it in his hand and sucked the liquor down greedily, as she stretched and knocked his hat clean off before running her fingers through his curly sweaty hair. Her lips pressed against the nape of his neck as she wrapped her arms under his pits, and her legs about his waist, like a snake coiling around its prey. With a single arm he supported her wide backside, setting the tumbler down with its partner before running the now free hand up her shirt while pressing his lips against hers.

KRA-KOOM!

A single stumbling step took them to the bed before he tipped himself forward, letting gravity do the rest. They crashed onto the mattress with a sound like a building collapsing; metal shrieking, the earth shaking, air whipping past Dave's tiny ears. His eyes stung as he watched the giant start rubbing and humping against Vanessa while his owner began to practically pant and yip.

His shirt went first, flung into the distant plain of Vanessa's hallway, exposing a wide muscular back to Dave's world, the only thing marking the huge map of skin was a pair of Greek letters on his left shoulder blade. His shoes were flung away, followed by his shorts, and then his ass cheeks were exposed. The gargantuan beast stomped backwards, and Dave recoiled as he caught sight of the flexible tower that bounced between the titan's thighs.

Turning toward the bed, the little man could barely make sense of the gymnastics that Vanessa must have been doing to be as naked as she was. The same hefty breasts that she had made him shoot his pitiful load onto when she got back from work were hanging bare against her chest, and her fingers were teasing at the waistband of her panties.

The world shook as her giant companion took a single step forward, his grunting breaths making Dave squirm. Vanessa's giggling drew his attention once more to the bed where she was shoving her underwear down her legs and then playfully flinging it out into the air. The redhead cheered with delight as they landed atop his cage, and Dave became drowned in the scent of her aroused womanhood, coughing and sputtering as everything swung back and forth.

The bed creaked and the giants roared at each other as the massive man got into the main event.

Dave wanted to look away, but he couldn't, his eyes were drawn to the maddening scene of two impossible beings going at it like enormous animals. He couldn't even take in the whole scene with his narrow gaze, each new twitch of a muscle or moaned command caused his head to flick up and down their bodies. Bodies that became disparate bits of cyclopean architecture to his small mind as he grabbed at the sock he used as a blanket to try and shield himself from the terrifying visage.

As he lifted the sock to his face, he breathed in the scent of Vanessa's sweat, and it mingled instantly with the hefty musk of her crotch that hung above him like a literal cloud. His own member stirred as he listened to the pair, the giant moving much quicker toward climax than his giantess counterpart, but her excited pants becoming stronger just the same. Dave's little hand moved of its own accord and his other arm, unable to hold the weight of the hefty piece of cotton, dropped the sock from impeding his gaze.

He stared at the two dazzlingly attractive giants in front of him as they worked each other into a fervor. His own body couldn't resist, his wrist working furiously as he zeroed in on Vanessa's pleasure filled face. The movie screen sized proportions made him notice every part of her face as she let out a final ear-piercing shriek of pleasure that overwhelmed the fading grunts of her partner.

Dave's own orgasm was covered by the cacophony that was their separation.

The bed shuddered as the two giants panted, and then to Dave's shock, cuddled up beside each other. He watched as neither of them excused themselves to clean up, and Vanessa didn't drop unsubtle hints about him needing to go. Instead, her beastly partner simply leaned off the bed and dropped the condom he had been wearing with a wet plop into a waste basket, and then settled back on her bed, wrapping an arm around the immense redhead. The two shared sleepy words with each other as they lay there before going completely catatonic amid post-sexual bliss.

Watching their enormous chests rise and fall was hypnotizing to the little man, and before long the sounds of their slumber, along with the endorphins running in his body from his own sexual escapades, pulled him down into unconsciousness.

Dave's eyes snapped open what felt like a moment later to find his world composed solely of the immense torso of Vanessa's hook up. Early morning sunlight ran over the man's carved out abdomen, creating valleys of darkness in the divots between the man's muscles. The tiny man didn't look down, but he heard the immense beast that hung between the giant's legs as he scratched his balls.

The world shook and suddenly the torso that stood in front of him loomed even larger, practically encircling Dave's cage. Craning his head back, he watched as the giant carefully lifted Vanessa's panties off the top of the cage and up to his nose where he took in a long whiff of her scent. Dropping them on the ground, the giant looked down at Dave and then lowered himself to the tiny man's level.

Even 'eye-to-eye' the giant still loomed far above Dave's small world, causing the shrunken man to quiver in place. Warm foul breath that reeked of rum and beer rolled over Dave's world, making him almost gag as the giant spoke to him, “I hope you thank God every day you little shit, I know my step-brother would rather be smelling a hot girl's snatch every day than sucking the sweat off my balls.”

The giant chuckled before turning back to look over at Vanessa's sleeping form, her hand running over the space where the giant had just been sleeping. Once she realized he was gone, she didn't awaken though, instead Vanessa simply stretched out and let out a soft sleepy noise, not quite a grunt but far from anything intelligible.

“I haven't had a fuck like that in a while, so I hope you like the show we put on for you last night, fucker, cause there's probably a lot more where that came from,” the huge beast growled as he stood up and rooted about for his clothes.

He was fully back in his not-quite-athletic gear before he circled around to Vanessa. He leaned down, and whispered in her ear before giving her a kiss. As he rose back to his full height, his hand went up with him, and then came down with a sound like a thunderclap as it collided with Vanessa's meaty buttocks, eliciting an excited yip from the giantess.

She half-rose from her bed and threw a pillow at him, laughing as she watched him casually and triumphantly stroll out of her apartment. The front door crashed shut in the distance, and a moment later Vanessa had crashed back down onto her own bed with a contented sigh.

Dave meanwhile sat in his cage, cringing at what he realized was the successful end to Vanessa's first date with the hulking man-beast that had just strutted out of her apartment. The whole display made his empty stomach churn before it released a low grumble of annoyance.

Slowly, he crawled to the edge of his cage. It had been almost a day since he had last eaten, and while he hated the concept of begging his owner for scraps, he didn't want to die of starvation either. Yet, sitting at the edge of his cage, his eyes traveling up and down her immense landscape-like form on the bed, Dave found his little voice continuously catching in his throat.

Without warning, the gigantic woman pushed herself up and out of bed.

She stood before him, her naked body stretching high up as she reached for the ceiling and then collapsing as she did a quick toe-touch. As she rose back up, her face paused to take in his little tiny world. “Aw,” she cooed as her fingers ran across his cage, “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Uh...” he stammered, nervous as her eyes focused entirely on his tiny body.

She smirked, “Were you jealous of that big young buck I brought back, hm? Were you thinking about what you would do to me if you were his size?”

Every muscle in Dave's small body tensed up as he watched her lips spread into a bigger grin.

“Too bad, I don't think your wittle body is even as big as his nice meaty cock,” she blew her rum-soaked morning breath over him, laughing as he gagged on it, “Can you still smell it on my breath?”

Dave didn't dare respond to the question as Vanessa rose back up to her full height, marching over to her dresser as her shrunken man continued to try and clear the taste of her morning breath from his tongue. By the time that he got his head clear, Dave was able to watch as she started to yank her running shoes on, having already slid her body into a pair of tights and a sports bra. Her hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, she looked like so many other women who were no doubt running through the streets that morning.

She stared down at him, and Dave craned his neck so he could stare back up at her. He could see the cruel and devious machine that was Vanessa's brain turning behind her cool eyes, and the little man could do little more than squirm in response.

With a soft 'hmph' she turned on heel and thundered out of the room like a rolling cloud, only to return a few seconds later with a cracker laden saucer and bottle cap full of water. She opened up his cage and carefully set it down in the center, the added weight not even disturbing his little world in the slightest. His eyes flickered from the salty crackers to the redheaded titaness as she walked over to her bed and started playing with her phone.

Cautiously he stepped over to one of the big rectangular crackers and broke off a chunk, fighting the urge to gorge himself so that he didn't get an inopportune stomach ache.

Dave's world shook once more as Vanessa stepped up before him and began to mold the chicken wire in front of his cage to form a sort of hooked basin in front of the door. With practiced control she slid the huge electronic device into the wire basket, causing the whole cage to tip in one direction without sending everything sprawling.

The little man stared mesmerized at what appeared to be a queued up video on youtube.

“You did good with my toenails the other day, little guy, but you're just not up to snuff yet, so I want you to watch this how-to video while I go for a run, alright?”

It took Dave several long seconds to realize that Vanessa actually expected an answer from him, her big eyes glaring down at him from the heavens. “Y-y-yes.”

“That's my good wittle cooperative man,” she cooed before tapping the screen with her finger and stepping away.

Dave watched her shapely buttocks walk away as an ad played, trying to wrap his head around the idea that she really wanted him to watch some sort of make up tutorial on youtube. He shook his head back and forth before taking another bite of his cracker chunk, I don't see how seeing some giant bit-

His thoughts were cut off with the chipper voice of an enormous teen. “Hey guys, I'm Mistress Haley and today my slave will be showing your little friends,” the phrase 'little friends' was emphasized with a wink from the enormous teen, “How to do cool patterns on your fingernails. Isn't that right, slave?”

The camera tilted downward, and Dave's jaw dropped as he saw the same woman he had seen a little over a week ago outside the coffee shop appear on the screen. She stood like an anatomically correct barbie doll on her teenage “mistress's” desk, surrounded by make up supplies that had all been modified for use by her tiny hands. “Yes, Mistress Haley,” the woman answered in the same demure voice she had used when talking to the enormous girl that morning.

Mistress Haley herself remained out of frame except for her enormous hands, which landed with a quake behind her teacher turned slave. The enormous teenager started by reminding viewers that if they didn't have 'slave sized tools' they should watch her DIY video on it, followed by a link popping up in the corner. Then her booming chipper voice began to narrate what the shrunken woman on her desk was doing as she painstakingly painted a lightning bolt pattern onto Mistress Haley's fingernails.

Dave's breakfast was completely forgotten as he was entranced by the video, unable to look away from it even as it turned back to the cherubic face of the brunette he had watched torture her former teacher for no reason and she said, “Don't forget to like and subscribe.”

There was a slight delay before the next video started to play.

Dave found it strange how easy it was to lose track of time.

When he had been out in the wilds of the city, Dave had always assumed that at some point the passage of time would become meaningless to him. Weekdays and weekends, weeks and months, none of it was natural; animals and primitive man had never needed such things.

Of course, like many of his preconceived notions, Dave had quickly realized this one was wrong. If he had been surviving at his natural size, out in the depths of some pristine untouched forest, he wouldn't have needed to know much more than the passage of seasons. As a tiny scavenger swiping what he could from the giant people that could kill him in a step, he needed to be even more aware of the time than when he had been big.

He shuddered in his cage as he remembered how much sleeping in had cost him on the day of his capture. He had been so hungry, his body too weak to forage throughout the rest of his chosen spots, the bounty of which would vary depending on the time of day or day of the week. The tiny man was reminded of the dogs that learned how to ride buses and subways. Animals that lived off of Man, needed to know His habits.

Now though, sitting in the brass cage that hung next to the enormous mesa-like bed of his owner, Dave could barely process how long he had been under her yoke. It should have been easy to follow the rhythms of the giantess's life, but so much of his daily life was dominated by sheer boredom. There would be brief spats of activity, and then massive stretches of nothingness during which he would fall asleep or putter about in the hopes that more time would pass. It all just became a meaningless blur to the little man.

He stared out the bars of the cage, past the clock that continued to click on past its worthless illusory numbers, and looked at the sky. The days were getting shorter, or at least he was fairly certain they were, and he assumed based on what he had seen Vanessa wearing that it was getting colder since there was no way for him to tell in the banal climate control hell he lived in. He doubted winter had truly arrived yet, but they were getting deeper and deeper into autumn.

That meant... he frowned, trying to count the days and weeks in his head from when he was captured.

A month? Maybe two?

It couldn't be two months, Dave reasoned, because Vanessa seemed like the type of person who would get excited for Halloween. He had no doubt that she would force her gargantuan boyfriend into some couple's costume. That seemed like the type of thing the enormous redhead would do.

A rumble from his stomach broke his train of thought.

Puttering over to the last of the blueberries Vanessa had put into his cage a day or two ago, Dave frowned as he plucked it up. The hefty fruit was roughly the size of melon to him and after a few days outside of the refrigerator it had started to turn mushy. His tiny hands alone exerted enough pressure to make the overripe fruit bleed purple juice down his thin arms.

Staring at the sad piece of produce, Dave wanted to chuck it through the bars and down to the floor in protest, but then his stomach rumbled. Grimacing, he tore into it with his teeth, splattering himself with more of the warm purple ooze as he messily ate the thick green-gray meat inside. Slumping down onto the floor of his cage, Dave tried to convince himself that it wasn't so bad that he had lost track of time.

Mind numbing boredom had to be better than fighting for survival every minute of every day.

Boom.

And then his whole body tensed up as the front door of the apartment was flung open, and he heard Vanessa's footfalls crash against the hardwood. The door was shut with another resounding crash, and then he heard her loudly humming to herself as her purse hit the floor. She appeared in the distance, standing in the shadowy hallway like some kind of living skyscraper as she took off her coat.

Even in the fading afternoon light, he could see the smile spread across her face as she turned to look at him. Her footfalls grew in intensity as she strolled down the hall, the usual click-thud of her heels replaced by the hefty thump of the sneakers she was wearing. She was dressed casually, but Dave knew it wasn't the weekend or at least, he had assumed it wasn't when she had left him at the usual time.

Watching her approach in tight jeans that were swallowed up by shiny leather high tops, and a plain shirt that was topped with a blazer, Dave suddenly realized he had no idea what it was that his gigantic captress did for a living. When she went to work in heels and a skirt, was that because her office demanded it or because she felt like it?

Dave's mind reeled as he tried to piece together what little he knew of the giantess but then his cage was swaying back and forth as she towered before him. Her scent invaded his little world, and everywhere he looked all he could see was her.

Her fingers danced across the chicken wire that surrounded his cage and the metal whined as she pulled it back. Vanessa's immense face lowered as she crouched down to look in on his tiny world, and then with a single finger she unlatched the door and swung it wide open. “Oh my,” she cooed, as her hand reached in, “How did my wittle man get so messy?”

Dave looked down at himself and found his skin stained purple and red by the plump blueberry he had been devouring. “I wa-”

His words were cut off with a soft 'shh' from the immense shimmering lips that now dominated his view. Wind whistled in his ears and brushed his hair about as Vanessa stood back to her full height and turned around. Each step sent a jarring force through his little body as she walked, holding him pinched between her thumb and forefinger, with the rest of her fingers wrapping around his legs. She said nothing as she walked but her dark green eyes rolled over his little body, and he couldn't help but squirm.

The world behind Vanessa's immense head became a blur and wind howled in Dave's ears as his stomach did flip flops. He screamed as the whole world shifted, and then he felt a jolt of horrifying force course up through the giant woman's arm as she crashed down against her couch.

The redhead roared with laughter as she watched the little man firmly latch onto her thumb, terrified he was about to fall over. “What happened to the big brave boy I found that day, huh?” She snickered as she lowered him to her lips. Dave's eyes widened as he stared into the maw that existed past her wide sharp teeth, “Do you have any fight left in you, wittle man?”

“I-I-I-,” Dave stammered, and his arms flailed as the whole world seemed to fade away, tumbling down into the dark wet tunnel that lay beyond her lips.

“You were so dirty when I first found you,” she practically purred, “I had to clean you up before I could do anything, and now look at you.” Her wrist started to lazily drift back and forth, making his little body sway like he was on a sick carnival ride. Vanessa laughed, and Dave could feel each word blast against his skin as she spoke, “All messy and sticky.”

Her huge tongue lurched from behind her lips, slow and sensual as it ran over his entire body from head to toe. “Mhm, time to get you clean again, little man.”

Dave's heart rate easily doubled as he watched her mouth open wide and her tongue roll out. His limbs flailed in every direction he could think of as she opened her fingers and let him drop. The tiny man's scream was cut short by her tongue, all of the sound easily absorbed by the thick slick muscle.

It wrapped around his six inch frame and pulled most of him inside as her thumb and forefinger grabbed his flailing legs like they were the stick of a lollipop.

His head slammed against her flailing uvula as he was pulled deep into the darkness. With her lips pressed firm around his legs, there was no light to guide him as her massive tongue coated him in saliva. All he could feel was the sticky warm spit as it oozed from every direction, but he could hear every flexing muscle in her jaw and the constant 'swish-swish' of the saliva pools as her great beast of a tongue swirled about.

She moaned, and Dave's entire body shook as she pulled back on his legs, raking him against the bumpy surface of her tongue. His arms momentarily free, the little man flailed wildly and cursed as his fists smacked against teeth, pain radiating out from his knuckles. The massive fingers kept pulling though, and Dave's face was assaulted by spit as he was dragged further. Coughing and sputtering, nothing could prepare the little man for the sudden sensation that exploded from his crotch.

The tip of her tongue had found his dick and balls as she dragged him back and was now gently brushing against them. Screaming and crying, Dave cursed his weak flesh as he felt his cock stiffen from the pleasure.

But as suddenly as the pleasure appeared, it disappeared.

The soft pads of her fingers pressed hard against his body and then he rolled across her lips with a resounding pop!

Blood rushed to Dave's head as she let him hang upside down high up in the air, saliva oozing down his body as she laughed at him. “Aw, look at you, all nice and clean after your tongue bath.”

Dave spat a glob of her own saliva at her, but it fell far short of her blemish free face, instead splattering somewhere on her lap far below. Her big green eyes momentarily flickered from him to the imperceptibly small stain on her jeans, and the smile on her face began to fade. Dave found himself trembling with fear, “I-I'm s-so-sorry.”

She smirked at him as he stammered out an apology, and then leaned forward, letting him swing back and forth through the air as she spoke, “It's fine but I have to tell you; I was gonna finish that little job I started but now I don't think I will.”

Dave strained to look up at his cock, still standing at attention, practically twitching from the gentle attentions of her enormous tongue.

Before he could offer another apology, and maybe a plea, his feet were released and Dave found himself falling through the air. He barely had time to tuck his body into a ball before he crashed against the glossy cover of a magazine. The little man was still trying to make sense of what celebrity's enormous face he had landed on when the world shook all around him.

Vanessa's sneaker clad feet had landed on either side of him. Each of the high top Vans stood like a black leather obelisk, but his eyes were drawn to the bits of dust and scuff marks that marred the shoes.

“Since I gave you a tongue bath, I think it's only fair that you return the favor to my cute new shoes, hmm?”

The tiny man didn't say anything in response as he watched the giantess flick on her monumental television screen. Nothing was expected of him except obedience, and looking at the sole of the immense sneaker before him was all Dave needed to remind himself that he should obey. Running his tongue against the supple leather while Vanessa hemmed and hawed over what to watch, Dave wondered if the huge woman would even be able to feel him beneath the pair of sneakers she was currently wearing if she decided to step on him.

His whole body shuddered as he tried to imagine ending another human being's life beneath his foot. Everything about it made his stomach churn, but as he looked back at Vanessa, engrossed in whatever random sitcom that she had settled upon, Dave reminded himself that she had had other shrunken people.

What the hell had happened to them?

The thought made Dave lightheaded as he returned to his duty, lapping away at every part of the huge sneaker he could reach before moving to attend to its partner. All the while, Vanessa continued to get comfy; the blazer disappeared, followed by a series of world shaking maneuvers as she removed her bra but left her t-shirt on, then she unbuttoned her pants, and finally she leaned forward and pried her sneakers off before letting them crash in a heap onto the floor.

Dave let out a sigh of relief, but then her hand scooped him up, her voice echoing around him, “Who said your job was finished?”

She dropped him down next to the sneakers and then rose from the couch. The floor quaked as she walked away, and with a grimace the tiny man continued to run his tongue over the shoes. As he licked the white leather of the Vans stripe, Dan suddenly realized that Vanessa wasn't within arm's reach of him.

He blinked as he tried to process it.

His head went from right to left and back again as he took in the vastness of her floor and for the first time didn't see her feet squarely planted on either side of him. Dave felt all of his muscles tense up. He wanted to run in any direction, every direction, but he had no idea if there was somewhere to hide, let alone a way to escape.

Then the ground began to shake again, and he watched Vanessa pass him by, her tight jeans replaced by fluffy sweat pants that dragged along the floor.

A giddy feeling welled up inside of the shrunken man, an excitement he hadn't felt since his capture, a tingling glimmer of hope. Despite everything he had expected, Vanessa was finally letting her guard down, and Dave needed to seize upon it as quickly as possible.

The giantess returned with a plate carrying her own monumental dinner.

Her feet landed squarely on either side of Dave, the sweats on her legs and the couch she was sitting upon forming a box canyon around him. His eyes went skyward as he watched her lift a forkful of leftover lasagna up to the now unpainted lips that had held him prisoner just a few hours earlier. The booming sound of the TV was overwhelmed by the everyday noise of his giant owner eating; the clatter of the fork against the plate, her lips smacking together, her teeth grinding up the food.

Even at her feet, Dave found it hard to ignore, especially after the scent of the reheated leftovers hit his nostrils. The blueberry that had coated him in its juices felt like a lifetime ago as his stomach rumbled.

Knowing she'd never be able to hear him over the TV, Dave crawled over to her sock covered foot and knelt before it. For the first time in weeks, Dave felt a twinge of self-respect buck against what he was about to do, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the rumbling of his stomach. Bending down over the toe of the sock, Dave pressed his lips against her big toe through it, grimacing as the fetid stench of a day's worth of sweat slammed into his sinuses.

The toes wiggled in response, and Dave heard the couch groan above him, “Aw, does my wittle man what something to eat?”

Dave looked high up into the sky to see Vanessa's face, illuminated by the ever changing colors of the television screen. He nodded vigorously and shouted, “Please!”

“Ok, but only because you've been sooooo good,” her fingers descended from the sky and brought him back up to the coffee table.

She set him down gently next to her plate, and delicately sliced off a small helping of her hefty lasagna for him. He breathed in deep, letting the intermingling of garlic, meat, tomatoes, cheese, and oregano displace the funk of Vanessa's feet. A second later and he was shoveling fistfuls of lasagna into his mouth, moaning as he tried to parse the flavors in each bite.

As Dave ate something beside a blueberry for the first time in days, he felt the fog of his brain start to clear, and it immediately leaped to the moment of freedom he had had. Looking back up at the satiated giantess, her enormous body creating a curvy mountain range across her couch, he slowly formulated a plan in his head to pry his freedom from the gigantic hands she forced him to manicure.

He waited patiently for the next few hours, until she finally shut off the television, and carried him back to her bedroom. When she set him back down in his cage, Dave raced back to the door, hoping to catch her attention before she finished getting ready for bed.

“Va-,” he was about to say her name then thought better of it, Dave knew he needed to lay it on thick, “Mistress!”

The redhead's lips twitched and she paused, squatting down before his prison so her face was almost level with it, “What is it, wittle man?”

“I want to do more for you,” he shouted, “I feel like my days spent in this cage are wasted when I could be doing so much during that time.”

“Oh?” Her fingers ran over the bars of his cage, making it sway back and forth, “And what exactly could you do for me while I'm not home?”

“I could polish your shoes for you, li-like I did tonight, and...” he stammered, trying to think of something, “And clean out hard to reach places in the apartment.”

All he got was a low 'hmmm' from the enormous twenty-something.

“It's going to start snowing soon,” he pleaded, dropping to his knees, “I'm sure you'll need to dig out lots of shoes you haven't worn in a long time.”

Vanessa simply smiled down at him as she wrapped the chicken wire back around his cage and turned out the light. A second later he watched the immense shadow of her body settle into bed, and the mattress groaned in response.

Crawling over to his sock-turned-sleeping bag, Dave wondered if she knew what he was trying to do. His little heart raced and a small voice in his head said that of course she knew, but then Dave thought, She's not a goddess.

Vanessa might be so much bigger than him that she was able to control his life, but she wasn't actually all-powerful. If he played the part of a guy who had accepted being her slave, she would eventually take it at face value and let her guard down, and the more she did that, the better chance he would have of escaping.

Dave smiled as he fell asleep.

The morning came with the usual crashes and confusion as he watched Vanessa prepare for her day. Unable to ignore it, Dave simply sat watching as she rushed about between her bathroom and closet, putting on clothes and makeup, carefully primping herself for whatever it was she would be doing that day. Vanessa grunted as she pulled tight high heeled boots over her stocking covered legs, and then finally rose to an even more dominating height than usual before swooping her dark red hair up atop her head and laying a spiky statement necklace around her neck.

With a dark sweater, gray skirt, and dark hose, she looked like some kind of witch as she stepped up to Dave's cage. The little man rose to his feet, surprised to see her coming up to him in the morning without any food or water.

“I was thinking about what you said last night, little man, and I think it's a great idea,” the wire groaned as she pulled it back and swung open the door to his cage, “And I actually have a pair of shoes I've been meaning to wear again, that I think your little tongue will be perfect for.”

She held her hand before the door, and Dave had to fight his urge to leap onto it, not wanting to seem too eager to do such a demeaning task. She carried him to her closet with powerful bone jarring steps, and bent low as she set him down before the pair in question.

“I can't wait to see how my wittle cooperative man handles such a biiiig job.”

Her finger drifted across Dave's back before her heel cracked like thunder as she walked away. The bedroom door crashed shut with an explosive sound, sealing him in the room for the rest of the day. Dave could hear her heels strike the floor, each step a sharp click followed by the thud of her ball hitting the floor. Yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him.

The surface was shiny black patent leather, and metallic eyelets glinted against dull rope-like laces. The sole was a thick yellow-tinged gray, that was connected to the upper with a bright yellow stitching. He could see scuffs and smudges all over the shiny leather, but his eyes kept drifting to the thick soles.

The same thick soles that, according to the redheaded giantess herself, had been used to grind the life out of one of her fellow sorority sisters after the girl had shrunk.

“Fuck...”

“Do you like feet?”

Vanessa's voice rolled out over Dave's little world like a thunder cloud, and though he knew she didn't expect an answer, the question still pulled the tiny man's head from between her big and second toe. Flakes of dead skin and clumps of toe jam clung to the beard she had let him grow in after removing his hair with Nair six weeks earlier.

The toenails on either side of him had long ago been repainted from the Halloween orange and black to an autumnal spread; candy apple red on the big toe, bright yellow on the second, third, and fifth toe, and a single burst of orange on the fourth. Thanksgiving was next week, and Dave found himself wondering if his family had given up on him.

“I didn't say you could stop, little man,” her voice came with a hint of annoyance and a wiggle of the hefty digits.

Swallowing the acrid slime that was already in his mouth, Dave lowered his head back into the sweaty crevice and went back to work. His tongue dragged across the wrinkled webbing between her toes again and again, getting out the grime that had collected there during the night and following lazy Sunday morning. As he slowly crawled back, his hands sinking into the sheepskin of her Ugg slippers, he looked about for rough patches of skin, and when he found them, he nibbled at them, literally tearing the rough dead skin off with his own teeth.

Spitting a vile tasting chunk of callus from his mouth, Dave grimaced before moving around to the far side of her big toe.

“My last little man liked feet,” Vanessa announced, her toes drumming against the tops of her slippers as he lapped at the underside of her big toe's knuckle. “His itty bitty bitch of a wife didn't though.”

Dave suddenly froze, looking skyward, expecting to see Vanessa hovering over him, waiting to see his reaction. She had mentioned another shrunken man to him before, dropping hints here or there about him, but she hadn't said much and she had definitely never mentioned a wife.

“She was a mischievous little cooze,” the toes next to Dave curled in anger, the joints popping before she relaxed them again. “Always trying to escape, like she would have lasted a minute outside of my care.”

Dave crawled down from the top of the slipper, and immediately winced at the cold hardwood beneath it. Even with the heat going full blast, Vanessa's massive apartment was frigid. Or at least it was to his tiny body, several times in the past two weeks her boyfriend had complained of the excessive heat as he strutted about half-naked. Shivering as he walked toward the other huge bare foot, Dave began to wonder how he would survive the winter in her apartment, let alone how he would have managed if he had still been in the wilds of the city.

“I think she was just annoyed her stupid husband had sold them out to me,” she snickered, “He was this little loser of a project manager at my first job out of school. Everyone already knew I was Immune, and there were rumors that his little wifey had already shrunk. He told me that he was shrinking too, but nobody had noticed. He had only lost an inch or two, but he was in a full blown panic. So first, in exchange for a title bump, I got his wittle wife.”

Reaching the other slipper, Dave scrambled onto the warm sheepskin before practically pressing himself against her burning hot flesh. Then remembering why he was down there, he began to lap once more at her sweaty skin, the earthy flavor practically caking his taste buds.

“And God, she was such a bitch about it. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her, and would hand her off to some 'dumb bimbo' who had probably barely graduated college. That's what always amazes me about you little fucking munchkins,” her huge foot suddenly lashed out and Dave's face was being smashed into the soft slipper, “You're all so high and mighty like you can't be ground out beneath my fucking foot.”

Spots swam in front of Dave's vision as sweat started to trickle down his body.

“She was such a defiant little thing. I'd trap her in my running shoes or boots, one time I left her in a pint glass, but every time she'd come out just as mad as before.”

Dave swore he heard his joints creaking as the pressure increased.

“Then, one day, I came home shit-housed from some happy hour.”

The foot suddenly lifted off, and Dave scrambled for the light. His sore body dropped from the slipper onto the hardwood floor with a meaty thwack, and he lay there gasping, letting the freezing floor cool his sweat coated flesh.

“And I picked her up out of whatever disgusting place I had stuffed her that day, I think I wrapped her up around one of my vibrators or something. Who fucking knows,” Vanessa laughed, a big belly-shaking laugh, “Anyway, I washed her off, told her what a God damned bitch she was and how I was going to renege on my deal with her husband and stomp the shit out of him the moment he shrank to nothing and then I popped her into my mouth.”

The sweat against his skin rapidly cooled and he started to shiver once more as Vanessa continued to laugh high above him.

“I tried to swallow her whole but she thrashed and I ended up vomiting her back up. And because I was so drunk, I just left her like that. Stumbled into bed, woke up the next day with my heels still on and her stupid little ass struggling to tread my vomit in the toilet.” Her big toe scratched against the surface of the sheepskin slipper, and Dave dragged his trembling body toward the sound. “She didn't give me much of a problem after that, until her husband shrank, and then she got all pissy again, trying to convince him to fight back but he never did because he loooved my feet. If I just put them next to him, he'd kiss and massage them without me having to say a word.”

Dave clambered over her big toe, being sure to give it a soft kiss as he went, and then plunged his head in between it and the second one. He used his lengthening hair like a towel, collecting Vanessa's sweat and breaking up any gunk before leaning into the fleshy crevice to lap away at her toe jam and chew on her calluses.

It wasn't until after Halloween that Dave had finally earned the privilege of leaving her room in the middle of the day when she wasn't around. After weeks of cleaning up shoes that could easily stomp the life out of him and watching her parade that behemoth of a boyfriend of hers about, she had apparently made it clear to him that his life was fully in her hands. Now, a few weeks later, and he had to admit that Vanessa clearly knew any possible way he could escape from the apartment.

The front door was sealed up so tightly that he couldn't even feel an air current passing through the seams. The few outlets that were near windows didn't have any power cords running to the floor, and the few that did run along the floor weren't thick enough to support his weight. Every pitiful attempt to shimmy up them had resulted in another bruise on his already spongy flesh. Even her furniture was too sleek and modernist to give him a single hand hold.

Dave had convinced himself that all he needed was for Vanessa to own one single antique with a little scroll work on the leg and he would be in business. Hell, he decided at that precise moment, he would settle for a computer tower with air holes and open sockets.

Coming to the outside of her left foot's last toe, the cool air of the apartment sent a shiver down his back. “Fuck,” Dave muttered to himself as he pressed his hands into the supple and warm flesh of her foot. Even if he made it out there, he'd freeze to death in seconds.

Rather die free, a small voice in his head.

There was a huge difference, Dave told himself, between jumping off some counter to maim himself, effectively committing suicide by Vanessa's foot, and dying out in a six inch high bank of snow that could swallow him whole, hidden from the enormous redhead forever.

“What I was trying to say earlier, little man,” Vanessa's voice rang in his ears as she loomed over his world, casting it in deep shadow. Her big unpainted lips curled into a smile as she looked down at him, practically pressed up against her foot for warmth, “Is that if you want to have a little fun down between my toesies that's perfectly fine by me. Especially when you've been such a good wittle man lately.”

The shrunken man's dick stirred as Vanessa's booming voice granted it permission.

No, Dave thought, trying to tell himself that his sexual life existed beyond Vanessa's whims.

Then he sucked in a deep breath, and his nostrils were assaulted by the scent of the massive redhead's feet; earthy but still bearing the floral scent of the lotion he had rubbed into her skin before she had gone to bed last night. His hands traveled over the silky skin, feeling the firm muscle and rock-like bone of the titaness beneath, and slowly he pressed his whole body against it, mounting the massive foot as his lips ran across her skin leaving a trail of kisses. Dave's manhood firmed up as he rubbed against the smooth skin at the top of her foot, while his arms wrapped up around her ankle, hopelessly unable to ever encircle it.

As he started to hump her foot, his legs barely able to straddle the ball, he tried to imagine himself at his old height and that instead of her foot, he was humping Vanessa herself. No other women appeared in his mind's eye anymore, just Vanessa. At first, there she was, a few inches shorter than him, but then with each thrust she grew larger and larger. An inch or two at first and then she was shooting up by dozens of feet, or maybe he was shrinking.

Soon enough, Dave could only see her massive womanhood before him, as it had appeared a few nights ago when she had gotten home from work and dropped him down in front of it. The huge meaty cave was surrounded by a forest of dark red hair, and her command echoed across the world like a thunderclap, “Pleasure me.”

Dave had leaned up, brushing back the rough pubes that got in his way, and began to run his hands over the warm outer folds of her labia. Unable to push them back, the tiny man had climbed up and pushed his legs in. His feet sank through quicksand made of flesh and he tried to kick them, to find purchase, but instead powerful vaginal muscles clamped down and pulled him ever inward. He had screamed and his arms had flailed wildly above his head.

Thick soft fingers had wrapped around his arms, exerting so much force he had sworn they would crush him, but then they simply pulled him back. His head came out of the darkness of her pussy so quickly that his ears popped. Dazed and trying to make sense of valley of flesh around him, he had no way to stop the huge finger from pushing him inward, ever so slowly. His arms naturally flailed out, and again she gripped them with frightening ease.

The process repeated itself, getting faster and faster, all while Vanessa's moans grew louder and louder. Finally, she yanked him out and Dave's entire world shook as she climaxed; the walls of flesh around him shuddered, his own body flailed every which way between her wiggling fingers, and the mattress beneath him groaned as her gargantuan frame writhed atop it.

Dave's own body had reached a fever pitch as he humped across the top of her foot, but it was all cut short by a massive electronic buzzing noise.

The whole foot suddenly flexed beneath him and pulled back, “Oh that must be, Trevor.”

Releasing a terrified screech, Dave latched onto Vanessa's ankle as best as he could as she shoved her foot into its slipper. His body was pressed against the worn sheepskin roof of the slipper, and his nostrils were assaulted by the stench of years of collected foot sweat. Except for a few shafts of light coming in on the sides, Dave was in darkness, but he heard the couch groan as she stood, and his breath started to come in quick gasps as he prepared for what might come next.

Everything pitched forward as she started to walk, and despite his scrambling Dave lost his grip on Vanessa's ankle and his body slid forward. His feet ran across the tops of her toenails and he flailed them wildly to stop himself from sliding under. Spreading his legs wide he halted his descent just in time for the whole world to go weightless as she lifted her foot. Wind whistled across the mouth of the slipper and was then replaced with an earth shattering crash as her heel hit the ground. Dave's teeth were still shaking in his own skull when the ball of her foot smashed down to the floor, and the process started up all over again.

By the third step, Dave had completely lost sense of anything in the world. Even his own quivering mess of a body was nothing more to him than an extension of the foot it lay atop of, and then everything came to a sudden stop.

Dave slowly became aware of his own minuscule body atop his owner's foot; his bones were battered, his muscles ached, and sweat was pouring off of him in buckets.

Then the door opened with a powerful boom, and Dave's tiny world vibrated once more as Vanessa's beast of a boyfriend stomped into her apartment. The door crashed shut behind him, and then Dave's world pitched forward once more as Vanessa leaned up to kiss him.

“Good morning,” Vanessa's voice boomed.

“Babe, it's after noon,” Trevor's basso rumbled back.

“It's still-” the rest of her words were drowned out as she began to walk again.

Each step left Dave a blubbering mess until the ride finally came to an end, and he was sobbing into the soft skin that he had just been humping a minute ago.

“-'ll just hop in the shower real quick and then we can go.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” came her boyfriend's reply.

The huge foot retreated from the slipper, and Dave was dragged with it until Vanessa gave her foot a single shake. His skin peeled off with a loud schwick, and his sweat coated body landed onto the matted insole with a splat. Dave looked up to see her huge foot crash down against the floor before pivoting and marching deeper into her apartment toward the bathroom.

Slowly, Dave crawled out of the fetid smelling cave of the slipper, and then as his body hit the cooler air of the apartment, he found himself pausing. The floor beneath the slipper quaked once, and then again, and then again, each one growing more intense. As the shower turned on in the distance, the powerful noise was drowned out by the sound of Trevor's boots crashing down on either side of him.

Melting snow still clung to the brown Timberlands, and Dave found himself mesmerized as the water ran down their sides, leaving damp trails on the dusty leather. A loud hiss came from high above, and Dave craned his neck back to see the huge giant cracking open a long necked beer before taking a swig and releasing a mountain-shaking 'ah.'

The little man licked his dried and cracked lips as he tried to remember what beer tasted like.

When he had been scavenging in the city, so many flavors and tastes were quickly forgotten. Even though he hadn't had coffee in months, he had still smelled it almost every day outside the coffee shop, and whenever Vanessa made it or brought it home, he got to smell it and remember that strong bitter taste. Vanessa rarely drank beer though, and the faint memories of beer that he could come up with had all been triggered by the gigantic foul-smelling bars around his little haven; early college nights packed into dorm rooms with cheap swill and no air conditioning.

Since she had captured him, he had smelled the fruity scents of wine once or twice, but Vanessa clearly preferred dark liquor. Whiskey and rum were what her breath reeked of when she came home from a bar, sometimes with a hint of ginger ale behind it, other times a heady concoction of other liquors he couldn't make out. Beer had constantly eluded him though.

Staring up into the sky at what the giant was enjoying, completely unaware of the yearning in his little body and sitting on the top of Vanessa's slipper, Dave suddenly felt like a literal dog. And as soon as the disheartening thought crossed his mind, a squeezing pain shot up from his nether regions. Wincing as he was literally overcome by blue balls, Dave smashed his fist against the ground and grunted in anguish.

Grasping his dick in his hand, Dave pressed his face into the heel of the insole and breathed deep. Years of sweat collided with his sinuses, and he thought of the enormous foot that had smothered him earlier that morning. The same one that could, and presumably would, one day easily kill him. Within seconds, Dave blasted his load onto the insole of the slipper and rolled away from the pathetic stain.

Laying on the insole, trying not to think about the fact that he wasn't wide enough to take up the whole space, Dave took in gasping breaths. He had never even believed that blue balls was a real thing until he had suffered at the hands of his redheaded captress. Even now, with a strange knot of pain still winding around his groin, he wondered if it was all in his head. One more mindfuck from the enormous giantess who ruled his life.

Has she ever captured another shrunken person? Dave suddenly asked himself, snorting at the thought.

His whole body rumbled and suddenly his world was cast in shadow as Vanessa returned, dressed and ready for the day. Rolling onto his side, Dave was greeted by the shiny patent leather of her Doc Martens, the same pair she claimed had ground out one of her fellow sorority sisters years ago. Looking at the hefty sole, Dave reminded himself that it didn't matter if the story was true, she could use it to ground him out any day of the week.

Vanessa's massive hand descended from the sky as she leaned forward. Her painted lips broke into a smile as her big green eyes saw him laying on her slipper. Hooking a finger into each one of the humongous pieces of footwear, Vanessa easily lifted them skyward, and sent Dave scrambling for purchase without a thought. His hands flew up to the fluffy lining and latched on for dear life as everything tilted backwards, threatening to send him falling to the floor.

Then the whole slipper was free falling through the air, wind whipping through Dave's hair, before it clapped onto the coffee table a second later. The shrunken man's heart hammered in his chest, and he bit hard on his lip as he tried not to scream in anger at way he had just been handled.

Trevor's handsome mug suddenly dominated the sky as he looked down at Dave, appraising the shrunken man laying in his girlfriend's slipper. Dave's apparent distress only earned him a smirk and a shake of the giant's head before the enormous man slugged back what remained of his beer before setting the empty bottle down onto the coffee table next to him.

The huge being pushed off the couch, and wrapped an arm around Vanessa's shoulders, somehow making the giantess that ruled Dave's life look positively dainty in comparison to his broad mountainous body. Vanessa's hand thumped against his chest, and she said, “Oh, before we go, could you move my little bookcase?”

The redhead gestured into the distance, and a second later, Trevor followed with a, “Sure, babe.”

Dave listened as Vanessa's huge boyfriend moved one of her building sized pieces of furniture around before the pair casually walked out of the apartment, their conversation quickly shifting to the brunch spot that Vanessa had picked out followed by the bar they planned to while away the afternoon in. Such things didn't concern Dave anymore, he reminded himself, since he was for better or worse little more than the redheaded giant's pet.

When the door finally crashed shut, he crawled out of the slipper and moved toward the bottle of beer that Trevor had left behind. The smell of some hoppy microbrew still filled the air around the brown bottle, and Dave found himself quivering with excitement at the scent, and then he saw a literal pool of gold at his feet.

Excess bits of beer had slid down the bottle to pool beneath it, and that was what Dave smelled. His heart picked up speed from sheer excitement as he dropped down to all fours and pressed his lips against the remainder. Slurping and sucking, his mouth was overpowered by the bitter pine-like flavor of the warm beer, and he moaned as it washed away the earthy saltiness of Vanessa's footsweat.

Sitting up, the shrunken man actually found himself thanking God before prostrating himself once more before the dark brown bottle to lap up what little bit of beer remained. It was as Dave sat up a second time though that he caught sight of something truly wondrous.

Where once there had been an imposing bookshelf, the gaps between the shelves too big for him to climb even if he jumped, there was now empty wall. And at the base of that wall, was a wide air vent. Even from on top of the coffee table, Dave could see that the venting was too narrow for him to slide through, but there were screws and if he could find a way to undo those screws, he had a way out that would definitely get him away from Vanessa.

Vanessa Clearwater is NOT a Goddess.

Dave had crudely carved the words into the cardboard of a shoe box with a plastic bit that had been sent flying across the floor when Vanessa tore a price tag off her new winter running jacket. At first, he had hoped that the small bit of plastic might be strong enough to get the vent's screws turning, but even after hours, all he had managed to do was bend it into a boomerang like shape.

That had been before Christmas? Or maybe it had even been before Thanksgiving?

The tiny man shook his head as he squeezed past the wall of shoe boxes that protected the message from the giantess's sight. The smell of Vanessa's footwear hit him as he popped out on the other side; a heady mixture of leather, sweat, and floral lotion that hung at the bottom of her closet like an imperceptible fog. Every passing week had bought him more freedom from the giantess, but he was still no closer to actually prying open the vent and hopefully making his way out of her clutches.

He was now completely free to explore her apartment. His cage was rarely hung up on its hook or wrapped in chicken wire. Instead it was left open on the floor next to her immense bed, which the tiny man had found somehow more dangerous and distressing than hanging free in the air. Now whenever Vanessa or her monstrous boyfriend rose out of bed or walked through the bedroom, Dave's entire world would shake and he'd be forced to crane his head back to stare at them, their faces obscured by their own enormous anatomy.

A large snort drew his tiny eyes to where the giants slept, entangled up with each other and Vanessa's hefty winter blankets. A groan that sounded like the beginning of a landslide told the little man that Vanessa's man was waking up, and a second later it was followed by the horrific sound of the bed springs creaking as the behemoth rose up. Light and shadow danced across the monster's body, and Dave averted his eyes when he realized Trevor was completely naked before backpedaling toward the closet.

He knelt down at the doorway, watching the giant's hairy feet crash in the distance, and cringed as he heard the giant spit before releasing a waterfall of morning piss into the toilet. Glancing back to the bed, he listened to Vanessa's half-awake mumbling as she grabbed at the spot her boyfriend previously occupied. The redhead's tousled hair moved like waves of fire across the broad plateau before her face finally lifted up into the air with a metallic protest from the bed springs.

“Trev?” Her voice was like gravel, a combination of the early hour and the rum she had been gulping down the night before.

The shower turned on, and Vanessa let out an annoyed grunt. She lowered her head back down toward the pillows but as she did, her dark green eyes caught sight of the shrunken man trying to stay hidden against the forest of her winter shoes. Dave's heart started to hammer in his chest as a smile spread across her lips.

Flinging back the blankets, Dave watched as Vanessa's massive naked form rose up from the huge bed. Her heels hit the floor with a crash, with the rest of her foot landing a second later with a loud slap, then the rest of her body ascended as she stood up. The redhead's muscles bulged against what little flab had coated them during the holiday season as she started to step toward him.

Looking up at her, his view of her smirking face was quickly obscured by the shelf of her breasts, then her wide hips and mostly flat tummy, and finally the dark crimson hair of her crotch. Her feet landed on either side of him, and the morning light glinted off the sparkling silver polish on her toes. “You're up bright and early, little man.”

The words were still rough, but it had already recovered enough to give her the smokey voiced sexiness of a classic starlet. Feeling the now familiar betrayal of his own body, Dave tried to look away from her monumental form, but instead his eyes were only drawn to the parts he had grown intimately familiar with over the past few months; the curve of her calf muscles, the milk colored skin on the top of her foot that blended into the tough pink of her soles, and finally the hefty toes that sparkled thanks to his practiced hands.

The early morning light turned to deep shadow as she bent down.

He looked up but her beautiful face was quickly blocked by a palm that could swallow his entire world. Dave's member twitched as her fingers wrapped around him, and his limbs, which used to flail and kick whenever he was grabbed now remained limp by his sides. Wind whipped across his currently hairless skull, which she had once more removed with harsh stinging chemicals right after New Year's, and he couldn't help himself from gazing longingly at her face as he was brought before it, taking in every millimeter of it.

Hanging before her lips, he took in the smeared and fading lipstick that covered them and realized that she had forgotten to remove her make-up the night before. A bit of rouge and foundation remained caked against her skin, and that helped the little man remind himself that she wasn't some gorgeous otherworldly being that ruled his world. Vanessa was a woman in her late twenties who was too drunk to remember to take off her make-up last night.

But then he came to her huge green eyes, each ringed by eyeshadow that through some unknowable alchemy had formed a perfect ring of smoky haze rather than an ugly smeared raccoon effect. Those big eyes drank in his tiny face, and the little man felt himself getting lost in them, suddenly wondering if she knew about the pathetic words he had carved in the back of her closet or his latest desperate plan to open the vent. She had to, Dave told himself as the eyes roamed over his shrunken frame followed by the gentle brush of her thumb.

His whole body writhed from her touch, and a firm voice in his brain told him, Of course Vanessa knows.

Morning breath that reeked of rum rolled over Dave's body as Vanessa spoke, “We're gonna have some fun this morning.”

Dave bit his lip at the words. Vanessa had had a lot of 'fun' with him over the past few months, and he wanted to curse his weak flesh for enjoying it. He regularly lost himself, physically and mentally, inside the enormous redhead. His tongue ran over his lips as he imagined every imperceptible bump of her areola or wrinkle on her nipple, and his knuckles cracked as he readied his hands to rub across her clit.

Then he felt steam roll across his skin, clinging to it and mingling with sweat that seemed to appear from nowhere.

A rumble like a rolling storm combined with the deafening roar of a waterfall as Trevor chuckled down at the tiny man wrapped up in his girlfriend's hand.

“Remember that thing we did with yours last week?” Vanessa's voice bounced off the walls, somehow becoming more powerful than any other time the tiny man had heard it.

“Yeah,” boomed her boyfriend, the singular word rattling the little man's bones.

“I thought it was very unfair that that little fag got to do it first instead of my poor wittle man.”

The hand Dave was in started to move, and the bathroom wall was replaced with the flesh colored mountain of Trevor's immense body. It was only as he saw the rising titan between the giant's legs that Dave's practically dormant survival instinct kicked in. The little man flailed wildly as Vanessa's thumb and forefinger pressed against his sides, delicately dangling him above a fleshy soap coated shaft.

His fist connected with the huge beast, but all that did was produce a pleased rumble from the abs behind him. Vanessa's fingers released and Dave's tiny body fell three relative feet onto the firm plank of Trevor's cock. Dave's shrunken form was in full panic mode, instinctively scrambling to hold on to the stirring shaft even as his brain screamed to jump off into oblivion to escape whatever fresh hell awaited him.

Vanessa's gorgeous visage appeared before him, the running water of the shower already having removed the make up that had clung to her skin. Her now unpainted lips pressed against the head of her man's cock, and quickly engulfed it, making the tiny man start to crawl delicately backward as they continued to roll forward. Everything around Dave started to vibrate and twitch as the giants moaned from pleasure, but all he did was keep backing up until his foot brushed against the wiry pubes of the enormous man.

Dave screamed but it was instantly cut short as the tip of Vanessa's nose rammed into him, the giantess taking in her behemoth's gigantic manhood with practiced ease. He flailed as her face retreated, falling forward only to grab onto the now slick shaft only to be horrified all over again. Her lips slammed into him on the second push forward, and then he was left flailing again as she retreated. Again and again it happened until Dave lost track, nothing more than a simpering terrified mess flailing at the base of Trevor's shaft.

As the whole organ started to tense up, the redhead pulled back completely, and a pop that sounded more like a cannon shot echoed across the bathroom as the shining cockhead slipped out from between her lips. High above, the giant was straining to hold himself together as Vanessa rose back up to her feet.

The little man thanked God when his vision seemingly tunneled as he took in the giantess's body; her nipples erect on her bountiful breasts, water streaming down her milky skin accentuated the musculature she worked so hard for, and then her engorged clitoris arrived to greet him. Dave's own tortured body stirred at the sight, and without even thinking he started to crawl across the hot saliva coated flesh bridge that stood before him.

Then the whole world turned to a blur.

“Fuck,” his curse was swallowed by the same word bellowing from the giant above him.

Riding atop the cock, Dave was thrust face first through Vanessa's vaginal lips. There was no finesse, no teasing, no foreplay. The mighty beast that he straddled could not be held back as it rammed into the giantess's womanhood. Lights flashed, Dave's ears popped, and his body was coated in sweat and sexual juices as the huge thing went in and out over and over again.

The little man started to scream involuntarily and immediately wished he could stop himself as Vanessa's acrid pussy juices started to pour down his throat mixed with the rummy saliva that coated Trevor's cock and the giants' intermingling sweat. Everything became a blur as the stench of sex filled his nostrils, and he was forced to shut his eyes as the giants' various secretions began to seep into them making them burn in pain. Dave had no idea how long it lasted, the sensory overload rendering him little more than a puppet in the hands of the giants.

The giant pulled out, and Dave found himself stuck to the top of the huge member, unable to even twist about until it was too late. His body was sliding off, his muscles too bruised to even try and stop the inevitable. Then he felt the rough and enormous hand of Vanessa's boyfriend wrap around the warm slick shaft, catching him before carrying him to the bulbous head.

Dave wasn't sure he was screaming until he felt the viscous salty liquid slam into the back of his throat, while the rest of the load coated the remainder of his body. Coughing, sputtering, and trying to clear his eyes, there was nothing Dave could do except listen to the heady orgasm-fueled laughter of the giants as they stared down at a shrunken man who was covered head to toe in spunk.

Waves of water poured down on him from somewhere, and his vision came back first as little more than shadow and light. He heard the waterfall of the shower head cut off, and he was transferred onto something soft and fuzzy, probably a towel, while the giants simply talked about their plans for that Saturday.

Dave rolled over onto his side and retched a mixture of semen and vaginal discharge onto the towel, cringing as flecks splashed back onto his otherwise clean skin. He could see the towering shapes of the giants as they wandered in and out of the bathroom; checking themselves in the mirror as they brushed their teeth or combed their hair or did any other part of their normal routines.

His vision cleared enough that he recognized Vanessa's slender fingers as they wrapped around him and carried him back to his cage. She gently set him down onto the socks he gave him to use as a blanket, and while he hoped the smell of her stale footsweat would banish the stench of their sex, he found that nothing could dislodge it from his sinuses.

The tiny man found himself shaking, though as he wrapped himself in Vanessa's socks and continued to shiver, he began to doubt it had anything to do with the temperature. The world beyond his cage rumbled as his enormous owners simply went about their day, and he could hear the sound of sports commentators talking about the NFL playoffs somewhere in the distance.

Click-thud, click-thud, click-thud.

Shadow fell over Dave's world as Vanessa returned; dressed and ready for a fun weekend with her enormous man. Her huge hand descended and set a plate down with several hunks of mango and cheese in front of his cage. “I think we're going to end up at Trevor's place tonight little guy, so don't go gobbling this all down like a wittle piggie,” her huge finger came down and brushed across Dave's back, making him shudder.

He watched her rise back up; designer jeans rippling along her calf muscles, which bulged from the high heeled suede boots that she wore, a bulky winter coat covered most of her body, and he could see a thick sweater wrapped around her neck, while her red tresses fell down across her shoulders, bouncing as she turned around and left him behind. The television turned off and within seconds he heard the door open and then crash shut behind the pair.

Dave didn't know how long he laid shivering in his cage, but he realized that the winter sun was blazing across the room when he finally stood up and decided that he couldn't wait any longer.

Pushing himself to his feet, Dave stumbled out of his cage, and shuffled up to the plate of fruit and cheese. Snatching up bite sized chunks with his fists, he devoured as much as he could before his stomach began to strain from the sheer heft of the food he shoved into it. Then, he slowly hiked his way across Vanessa's bedroom and back into her closet.

The scent of her shoes once more surrounded him, and breathing it in as deeply as he could, he was happy to discover that the smell of Vanessa and Trevor's shower sex was finally starting to dissipate. Or, he reasoned, his tiny body had simply become blind to the stench.

Pushing through the cardboard towers that protected his small workshop and his all important reminder, Dave immediately looked down at his latest and hopefully final attempt to produce a tool that could undo the screws securing the vent. He had tried plastic and a few bits of metal, but after remembering when an engineering student had stacked most of the dorm's textbooks on a single piece of paper that had been folded many times over, the shrunken man had decided to give paper a shot.

His first few attempts had involved price tags from when Vanessa had bought herself a few new outfits. Even that flimsy cardboard had been hard for his little body to bend, but it was sturdy so he figured that would be enough. Instead he had ended up with a bunch of torn up cardboard and a few pulled muscles for all of his enthusiastic effort.

Next had come a few attempts with crumpled receipts he had found laying around the apartment or at the bottom of her purse. He had tried using just one, or layering multiple receipts on top of each other, but no matter what he tried the flimsy paper continued to tear and rip or simply fail to hold a shape no matter how much he folded it.

Finally though, salvation had arrived in the form of a Chinese takeout menu that had been shoved under the door while Vanessa was at work.

It wasn't printed on heavy cardstock or something glossy, just an oversized sheet of printer paper that had been folded a few times already. Dave quickly found it much easier to work than anything else he had had, but it was still much stronger than the receipts he had used. Days worth of back breaking labor had finally produced his latest attempt at a tool; an L-shaped hunk of paper that he hoped would allow him to turn the screw like it was a huge wheel.

Picking up the dense paper tool, Dave dragged it out through the crack in the shoeboxes, and desperately tried to push away any doubts that he had about it working. Convincing himself that this time he finally had the right tool for the job, the tiny man pushed onward, letting it fall to the ground as he moved into the hallway and simply started dragging it across the vast plains of Vanessa's apartment. The sun marched its way across the sky as he moved through her apartment, and it was that fact that reminded the tiny man that he was right not to try in the early hours of the morning when he certainly would have been caught by Trevor or Vanessa.

Sweat ran down his skin despite the coolness of the floor when Dave finally reached the massive vent. Sucking in a breath, he lifted the hefty piece of paper and wedged it into the thin space where a flat head screwdriver would have slid in snugly and easily. Wobbling the paper back and forth to test it, his eyes widened as he felt it catch firmly into the slot without tearing. Carefully he began to push it in one direction over and over again, until he heard the metal start to whine. Letting out a whoop of excitement, Dave pushed harder and listened to the screw screech in place as he began to twist it out.

His shoulders strained as he worked the screw but the tiny man found himself taking step after step backward until finally the light piece of metal clattered to the hardwood floor. Panting for breath, Dave stared down at the screw, still new enough to have few signs of wear and tear, he looked with renewed pleasure at the next one. Sucking in a deep breath, he repeated the process and to his delight, it continued to work.

Twilight reigned and his body screamed in protest as the third screw fell.

Panting and struggling, he knew now it was time for the hard part.

With slow tired movements, the little man moved toward the wall and looked at the mostly loose vent panel, wondering if he was up to the Herculean task of pushing it open. Picking up his tool, he took a deep breath and did his best to fold the L in upon itself. His arms strained and he winced, but it mostly held together despite clearly not wanting to stay that way.

With his tiny body shaking, Dave shoved the wedge of paper into the seam where the vent met the wall and slowly eased off the pressure on it. The metal groaned in protest and at first he feared it wouldn't be enough, but with only one screw holding the vent in place it finally started to open up. Dave didn't hesitate, and despite feeling like he was about to fall over, he found some final reserve of strength that he used to shove the vent open wide enough for him to clamber through.

He landed onto dusty but thankfully warm metal with a soft clatter as the vent crashed shut.

Rolling onto his side, Dave stared back out at it, amazed to see Vanessa's apartment through the slats. Hopefully with the vent still mostly in place, she wouldn't know how he escaped, and perhaps he hoped, the enormous redhead's next victim would have an easier way out than he did.

Dave laid on the vent floor for several minutes, letting his muscles relax before he pushed himself to his feet and prepared to search for a way out of the dark and dusty world of the vents. Moving deeper into the shadows, the little man could feel the building's HVAC system pushing air throughout itself, and he shuffled forward with caution toward the source.

Standing in the dark heart of the vent, he heard the low whistle of a shaft to his right where the warm air was coming from. When he looked in that direction though, all he could see was darkness, but he could feel a crosswind moving up and down. While Dave wasn't certain on which exact floor Vanessa lived on, he knew it was high up enough that jumping down through a vertical shaft would probably end in his death.

Cursing beneath his breath, he turned left and marched forward.

Within a few steps, the little man found himself able to make out another junction up ahead. At first, he thought his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but then he realized he could see the light of another apartment. Dave started to pick up speed as he imagined that whoever lived next to Vanessa might be nicer than her or at least not Immune. If he just explained the situation to them, they would probably help him.

He skidded to a stop in front of the vent and crept toward the light, gazing into the eerie parallel world of the neighbor's apartment.

It was the same basic set up as Vanessa's, but with several things mirrored because of where it sat in relation to the redhead's unit. The giant who lived there had covered most of the hardwood floor in thick inviting rugs that made Dave's toes curl in excitement. He then spotted the occupant, or at least the underside of her foot hanging off the couch; a tan sole hanging in space, with darker skin along the top of the foot.

The little man took in the rest of her; a tall Southeast Asian woman, she was certainly attractive but she lacked the curves of Vanessa, and the sweats that she wore as she lounged on an enormous couch seemed to hang off of her lanky frame. Unpainted fingernails played with her long dark hair, which was tied up in a simple braid. Her eyes were locked on a television screen that Dave couldn't see, but her slack jawed expression made the little man wonder if she was actually engaged by whatever she was watching.

Suddenly, her body stirred, and the little man feared that she had somehow spotted him standing in the shadows of the air vent. Her head lifted off of a pillow, and her voice suddenly rang out across the apartment, “What is taking you so long?”

The words made Dave cringe.

There was an entitled edge to her voice. She wasn't playfully asking where a friend had gone or what her significant other was busy with, she was waiting on someone who she had just ordered. The shrunken man's eyes flickered to see a man many times his own size, but who probably barely cracked three feet, rush forward with a tray laden down with food.

“I'm sorry, Amanda,” the short Latino man said as he set the tray down on a coffee table, “I'm still trying to get used to my body after the latest atta-”

“Whatever,” Amanda boomed as her hand reached out and snatched up half a sandwich, biting down into it with a ferocious hunger. Her foot smacked against the man's head, and he instantly set his small hands against the sole, massaging it. “I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I want food ready when I get home.”

“I-I know,” the little man stammered.

“If you know, then why don't you do it?”

“It's hard...”

She simply snorted and took another hefty bite of her sandwich.

“Did...” the shrunken man's voice was a peep, barely able to compete with the thunder of television, “Did you hear anything about the next round of the trial? Y-you said last wee-”

“Hmm?” The giantess boomed as she looked down at her feet, “Oh yeah, they don't need any more subjects for the next round.”

“But you said Doct-”

“Things change, Mikey, lots of people wanted into that trial but there's only so much funding and that means there's a very limited amount of spots.”

“You said your friend worked on it though.”

“He does,” she waved off his concern with the sandwich in her hand, sending crumbs into his hair, “But that doesn't mean I have an automatic in for you. Besides, it's not a guarantee that you would have even gotten the drug, or that it would work. You should just count yourself lucky that you're still as big as you are, and that you have someone like me looking out for you.”

The three foot tall man's head hung low, before he quietly said, “You're right, Amanda.”

“Mhm,” she moaned as she reached out and lifted up the other half of her sandwich.

Watching as his fellow afflicted man began to kiss the woman's toes, Dave began to back up into the vent, all the while reminding himself of just how dangerous the giants around him really were. He couldn't plead with them for help, he simply needed to get out of this vent and away from this hell hole of a building, winter be damned.

Turning away from the apartment, he delved further into the vents, letting the winds push against his back. He walked for what seemed like an eternity until he could see light again, and in the distance, the hallway of the apartment building. Blinking as the light pressed against his eyes, the shrunken man tried to process what he was seeing, and as he tried, he felt his pace quicken.

When he reached the end of the vent, he yipped with joy as he thrust out his arm and it easily fit through the more widely spaced vent slats. He pushed forward with his shoulder, then his head, and stepped forward with his leg, letting it hit the soft carpet of the hallway with a muted thud. With a bit of a squeeze, Dave's tiny body crashed onto the floor somewhere beyond Vanessa's apartment.

Tears flooded the little man's eyes as he crawled forward and then pushed himself to a standing position. Choking back his desire to cry and praise God that he had actually managed to escape, he reminded himself that there was still a long way to go as he moved toward the elevator, its location only obvious to the shrunken man thanks to a hanging light announcing its presence far in the distance.

He shuffled along the wall, all the while hoping and praying that the enormous woman he just saw didn't step out for some reason, or worse some other terrible giantess find him as he escaped. His heart rate began to pick up as he thought about all the different horrible things that could happen to him now that he was out of Vanessa's grasp. Memories from his time on the streets flooded his brain with images of almost being squashed or discovered by various giants, and a nagging thought entered his brain, maybe the Devil I know?

Shaking the thought from his head, Dave reminded himself that he would rather die free than stay with Vanessa. There was no sense in going back now that he had tasted freedom. That bit of fear, he told himself, that was just the price he had to pay for being free.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of muted footsteps made the little man freeze. Pressing himself up against the wall, he turned his head every which way until he saw an enormous young woman casually walking down the hallway. She was dressed to kill in a tight dress, hose that clung to shapely legs, and heels that could easily kill him, and despite the frigid winter weather, the woman was sans jacket. Thankfully, the enormous blonde's eyes were locked on her phone, and the moment she passed, Dave rushed to follow her to the elevator.

Huffing and puffing, he had no hope of keeping up with the giantess's huge strides but he did make it to the elevator when a beep announced its arrival. He hung back for a brief second, letting the blonde bombshell step forward with a sound like a cannon going off before bum rushing into the elevator behind her.

The doors crashed shut behind him with enough force to send him tumbling forward onto his hands and knees before her towering heels. Staring up at the shining wine red leather, he couldn't help but think of how easily the tall piece of footwear could crush him if he were caught underneath it. Looking up to see the giantess still locked on her phone, the little man reminded himself that all it would take is a quick glance away from that screen and he would be discovered.

Scrambling on his hands and knees, he hid the only place he knew she wouldn't be able to see him and clambered beneath the arch of her heel. Above him the leather creaked as she moved her foot within the shoe's confines, making his heart practically leap into his throat as he sat beneath it, trying to figure out his next step before she took hers.

Looking up at a designer name that he didn't recognize, Dave felt like he was going insane as he began to stand. Stretching his arms out he pressed his hands against the sole, and smiled as his fingers curled around a seam between the sole and the upper that would have been imperceptible to him at his original height. Swinging his legs up he did his best to hook them onto the same seam, and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally managed to hook his heels into the right place.

The elevator released a soft ping and the tiny man felt himself briefly go weightless as it came to a stop, and then he tensed his body in preparation for what was about to happen. The doors opened and the sound of creaking leather filled Dave's ears as the giantess took her first step. He heard the other foot drop as the top of his body rushed into the air and then it felt like he was about to be kicked off from the heel.

Clenching his teeth, knuckles, and sphincter out of sheer terror, the tiny man managed to hold on as the heel crashed to the ground and went airborne a second later. Dave felt like he was in the middle of No Man's Land with artillery shells going off all around him as the blonde giantess casually walked across the lobby of her upscale apartment building.

“Have a good evening Ms. Laurent.”

The blonde said nothing in response to the doorman as she stepped out into the cold, which tore into Dave's little body instantly. Her foot crashed into the hard cement of the sidewalk once, and then twice, before the shrunken man lost his grip and hit it hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. He screeched in terror as he watched the underside of her heel take flight once more but instead of somehow grinding him into dust it simply crashed off in the distance.

“Uber?” He heard the blonde's voice echo across the night before stepping into a car which proceeded to drive away.

Terror coursed through Dave's rapidly chilling veins as he realized that he was outside for the first time in months. His brain struggled to process all that that meant as his skin suddenly reacted to the slab of frozen concrete it was resting against. With a terrified yelp, Dave rushed to his feet and began to dance about, everything so cold that it practically burned his bare skin. His eyes darted every which way as he tried to take in where he was, but every where he looked all he could see was the enormous and darkened city of giants around him. Nothing about it was familiar, and banks of snow that stood taller than him obscured his view of the road.

With nothing else but the sheer desire to get as far away as possible driving him, Dave barreled headlong into the night. The cold seemed to keep most of the giants off the streets as he ran, completely unhindered, across the shoveled sidewalks and plowed roads. For a Saturday night, the city center seemed almost entirely empty, and he began to fear that he was actually moving away from it with each step.

That thought alone began to sap the adrenaline that kept him moving forward, and suddenly Dave felt the full brunt of the endless cold that surrounded him. The little man's next step stumbled as he once again looked around, trying to process if he had actually crossed multiple blocks or if he had only crossed one. Again, nothing recognizable stood out to him and he found himself spinning in place trying to find somewhere to go or some place to hide.

The cold continued to bite at him, making him curl inward as he stumbled toward an alley, hoping to find some kind of nook to bury himself until morning when it would at least be warmer out. As he journeyed deep into the alleyway though, all Dave could see around him was the snow, and it was at that point that he told himself that Eskimos lived in igloos made of snow.

Just dig, he told himself as he clambered over to a bank, tearing at the mountains of white with red fingers he could barely feel. He just needed to get to the center and then he would be insulated from the worst of the cold, Dave told himself as he tore at the stuff, swearing to himself that it would all work out if he just made it inside.

A tunnel began to form and as Dave stuck his head in, he realized it was working, he was starting to feel tremendously warm. Exhaustion hit him, and the little man tried to pull himself up into the tiny hole he had made, but then he realized his legs felt good too. Letting his legs go limp, Dave laid there buried up to his belly in the snow, warm and protected.

His eyelids felt heavy and the little man felt himself drifting off to sleep, and as he did, he heard an enormous voice echo out across the world.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Dave came back to the world in a warm haze.

He opened his eyes to find himself in near total darkness, only able to make out the dimmest impression of whatever surrounded him. Wiggling his shrunken body, he was shocked to find that he wasn't surrounded by powdery snow that was insulating him from the world, but soft cloth. His first attempts to shove against the strange prison did nothing to shift it, but as he continued to push, he conjured up a foul acrid stench from somewhere deep below him. It was the unmistakable smell of sweat, amplified by the difference between his size and the enormous beast that had shed it.

“Oh no,” he groaned, his voice hoarse from a dry throat.

His muscles screeching in pain, he did his best to shimmy and swim through what he was quickly beginning to realize was a pile of dirty laundry. Yanking at a piece of cotton in front of him, he grimaced as he felt the hefty fabric begin to squelch between his tiny fingers, old sweat oozing out across his skin. Gagging as he went, the only silver lining Dave found were the occasional heady bursts of tropical fruit that bubbled up along with the fetid air.

At least it's a woman, Dave thought to himself as he squirmed forward. He tried to imagine being buried at the bottom of some giant jock's laundry basket and felt his stomach start to churn.

His small shrunken hands suddenly burst free from hefty cloth and he found himself wrapping his arms around a thick plastic lattice before yanking himself forward. His head cleared the morass of clothing and he sucked in as deep a breath as the clothes weighing him down would allow, only to find himself gagging once again. The laundry basket reeked of the giantess's sweat but right in front of him, Dave could see a titanic pair of pink running shoes with balled up socks wedged into their mouths.

Dave found his tiny body shivering at the sight, suddenly imagining himself imprisoned inside the footwear unable to dislodge the boulder-sized sock that imprisoned him. Cursing, the tiny man reached up and grabbed on to the next part of the basket's lattice then started to yank himself skyward. His muscles burned in protest as he climbed the side of basket like a ladder and finally reached the top of the laundry pile, where he flopped out on his back and his little body didn't even make a dent in the heavy sweater he was laying upon.

A little light filtered in through what he could only assume was the edge of a closet door based on the enormously sized clothes that were illuminated. Turning his head this way and that, he could see more evidence than he had been captured by another giant woman; skirts, dresses, a few pairs of heels.

The solace that his new captor would not be some coarse giant like Vanessa's boyfriend was quickly replaced by the deep sorrow that his valiant escape had all been for naught. All the planning, the derring-do, and his attempt to survive in the icy snow laden waste the city had been turned into. All of it had been pointless, he realized as flashes of memory came to him. Dave had barely been out of Vanessa's clutches for a few minutes before the cold had started to get to him and someone must have found him.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to process it.

Sobbing quietly, Dave suddenly asked himself, was Vanessa that bad?

But then he heard it, or more appropriately felt it.

A deep rhythmic rumbling in the distance, like a summer storm rolling across the horizon that he knew all too well as the approach of a giant. The roaring approach grew louder, but the heavy footfalls were indistinct, and the little man began to tremble as he realized that there was more than one approaching. Voices that sounded more like vaguely feminine gales roared through the storm. Voices that were excited, bubbly, and young.

“Oh fuck...” he whispered to himself, his little body slowly backing up across the huge sweater at the top of the laundry pile.

A door crashed open in the distance, and the voices suddenly became as clear as crystal.

“-so cool,” boomed one, making the little man shiver.

“I'm still worried there's something wrong with him though, he hasn't woken up since I found him or done anything,” came the voice of who he assumed was his captor.

“I know when they shrink they pass out for a long time, mine did.”

“Maybe that's what happened,” his captor said with a cute giggle, “I bet that means if he's awake now he's in for a biiiiig surprise.”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their feet crashed down just outside the closet, the massive appendages actually blocking the light coming in through the door's underside. In the sky high above Dave's head, he heard the knob turn with a whine that was accompanied by mechanical thuds. The door was yanked back with a furious sound, and bright light blazed into the closet. Terrified, the tiny man raised his arms above his head, not only shield himself from the light but the giant girls that stood on the other side of the threshold.

“Oh wow, he's even smaller than mine,” boomed the shorter of the pair.

“I know,” the voice of his captor thundered, “I'm amazed I even spotted him, he was stuck in the snow.”

Dave blinked continuously as he tried to adjust to the suddenly bright white light that filled the world as he shuffled about atop a thick sweater. When his vision finally began to clear, he found himself staring into shins that were covered in matching navy stockings that rose into the sky until reaching plaid skirts just above the knee. “No, no, no,” he muttered to himself, backing away on the sweater until his hand brushed against some kind of thick embroidery.

Turning his head about, he suddenly saw the crest of a private school emblazoned onto what he realized was a heavy navy sweater vest. An unshaded light bulb was turned on high above him, and suddenly the giant teens who were previously cloaked in shadow were now perfectly illuminated to the tiny man. His eyes were drawn first to the face of his captor, much higher in the sky, and framed by long auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Freckles dotted a pale face that in spite of Dave knowing her age, he found difficult to call anything but attractive, especially as she adjusted a pair of black glasses that made her seem more approachable.

“Hey there, little guy,” the glasses wearing giantess practically cooed as she looked down on him.

“Hey,” the other giantess's voice cut through the saccharine tone of his captor, “You should be thanking Sydney for saving your little life, loser.”

The commanding tone immediately sent a shiver down Dave's spine, not only because of the power behind the girl's words but because of a feeling of sudden recognition. Dave turned to take in the shorter giantess, his body slowing down as he prayed that what he imagined was not true, but the moment he saw the dark strands of hair he knew who it was. To anyone on the street, the brunette girl with her almost cherubic face would probably be seen as sweet, but anyone who knew her youtube channel knew the truth; she was Mistress Haley, the owner and taskmistress of one of her former teachers.

“Ooo, he looks so scared,” Sydney cooed.

“He should be, we could squash him without even thinking about it,” Haley's voice sounded completely normal, lacking in any affectation to scare the tiny man trapped atop her friend's dirty laundry. To the giant brunette, she was simply stating a fact.

Sydney's enormous form lowered down into Dave's world, her long legs jutting out above him like a navy and plaid coated cliff as she crouched over the laundry basket. Her huge hand suddenly appeared in the heavens, blotting out his view of both giants, and provoking a terrified shout from him as he tried to escape the inevitable. Dave barely made it two scrambling steps before the giantess's hand engulfed him in a cool flesh-prison that smelled like a pina colada.

Despite months of being handled by Vanessa, Dave couldn't stop himself from wriggling against the teenager's grip, which only earned him a giggle from the enormous girl. “Oh my God, he's trying to fight me.”

Haley's laughter rolled out across the heavens as Sydney dropped him onto the carpet between her feet. Scrambling to his hands and knees, Dave looked on either side of him to see that Sydney wore a pair of black and white saddle shoes with her uniform. The white leather of the toe still glistened from melting snow as it creaked from her wiggling toes. Meanwhile, the rest of Sydney's enormous body continued to rise higher and higher into the sky, until all Dave could see was the shadowy confines of her skirt.

The ground quaked around him as she carefully tapped the toes of her shoes against the floor.

“Oh man, I can't even see him when he's between my feet,” Sydney announced, her feet creating a continuous earthquake as she took a few shuffling steps back so she could gaze down upon him. “I still can't believe that people can really get this small.”

A black leather mary jane crashed down, almost crushing Dave as Haley pivoted back toward Sydney, “I read that some people can even get smaller than an inch.”

Dave shuddered, trying to imagine being that much smaller than he already was. A single step from one of these girls would probably have sent him tumbling about just from the wind alone.

“What would you even do with someone that small?”

Haley shrugged, “This girl in LA that I follow on Instagram actually did a shot with one in it.”

“No way!”

“Hold on, you have to see it, it's crazy.”

The whole world began to shake as Haley rushed across the room to where her backpack sat against the wall. Dave tracked the giantess's progress against the expansive carpeted plains, before he suddenly had to hit the deck as Sydney's foot almost rammed into him as the girl turned around. From where he lay, plastered against the floor, he found himself unable to look at anything beside the low expansive heel of the shoe as it smashed down carpet fibers.

The garbled sound of a bar echoed out of Haley's phone, and the two giantesses stood mesmerized by the horrific fifteen second Instagram loop. “Oh my God!” Sydney boomed as the video ended.

For a moment, Dave felt a flicker of hope that his captor would be sufficiently horrified that a woman had literally eaten another person alive, but then the giant girl pulled out her own phone.

“I have to start following her.”

“There are so many people doing cool stuff with their Shrinkees now,” Haley announced as she stooped back over her bag.

“Ugh, I'm still not sure if I like that term,” Sydney replied as she began to walk back toward Dave, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand.

The shrunken man scrambled to his feet and looked for anywhere to run when suddenly Sydney was standing legs akimbo over him. His heart threatened to leap out of his chest as the giantess twisted about, the whole floor creaking beneath her gargantuan frame, before she finally leaned forward enough to see him between her feet. “Pfft, stupid little man, you need to be more careful, I could've snuffed you out like that,” she snapped her fingers for emphasis as she stepped backward.

Dave stood there in confusion trying to imagine how he had been the one endangering himself, but then he saw the sole of her shoe rise up into the heavens before it started to fall. “Holy shit!” He screamed, diving to one side as it crashed to the ground just to the right of where he had just been standing.

“Hey, what did I just say?” Sydney boomed as she played with her phone.

Laying on his back, staring up in terror at the gigantic girl, Dave didn't know what to do.

The floor shuddered beneath him as Haley crossed the room, yanking the chair out from behind Sydney's desk so she could sit down. “They're basically useless when they first shrink,” the giant brunette announced as she dropped her former teacher at the toe of her mary jane.

Dave couldn't help but stare at the woman, the same woman he had seen months earlier at the coffee shop and now had seen dozens of times tending to Haley's needs and whims on the girl's youtube channel. She stared back at him, recognition rolling across her face making her eyes grow wide before her shoulders slumped in sorrow as she took in his shrunken frame. As Dave stared back at her, something far worse hit him than the simple shared recognition when he realized that she was now much taller than he was. From across the carpet he could tell that she was practically double his size, when before she had been maybe only an inch or so bigger than him.

In the time since he had escaped Vanessa's clutches and been captured by the enormous teen that now stood before him, he had shrunk again.

“Of course, sometimes even after you've had them for years they're still worthless,” Haley growled as she shoved the wet toe of her shoe into the shrunken woman's backside, sending her sprawling to the floor.

“Sorry, Mistress Haley, I'm so sorry,” the woman pleaded as she started to kiss the huge shoe. Haley lifted it up above her head, and her shrunken slave didn't hesitate to get underneath and begin to lick away at the crud and grime that had collected on the sole throughout the day.

Sydney's foot tapped the floor behind Dave, making him wobble even more, “Well, little man, what do you have to say for yourself?”

Collapsing to his knees, Dave shuffled forward and kissed the wet white leather of her shoe. “I-I-I'm sorry, Mistress Sydney.”

“Hmm,” Sydney tapped her chin somewhere in the heavens high above him, “Actually, I think I want to be Lady Sydney.”

“Ooo, that's good. If we do a video together, it'd be cool if they called us different things.”

“Right?”

A shadow rolled over Dave's world, and he looked up just in time to see Sydney snap a picture. “Lady Sydney's Four Inch Slave,” she announced as she typed, the clicks of a digital keyboard echoing across the room, “And let's not forget #LivinLarge and #Immune4Liiiiiiiife.” The two girls laughed as Sydney threw her fingers out like she was flashing a gang sign.

“And reblogged,” Haley announced from where she sat.

Sydney's foot rammed into him without warning, sending him rolling across the carpet for a few feet before he skidded to a stop. “Ugh, he's so dumb,” Sydney groaned as she sat down on her bed. Her fingers snapped in the air, and she pointed down at her shoes, “Untie those, stupid.”

Pushing himself to his feet, Dave watched as the giantesses' enormous bodies rose up like mountains, and he and Haley's former teacher were the pathetic people trying to eke out a life in the valley between. His skin was already starting to bruise as he limped over to the schoolgirl's shoes and yanked at the heavy laces.

As he pulled and wondered if his little four inch frame had the strength to undo the knot, it hit Dave all over again; He was still shrinking and he had no idea if it would ever actually stop.

Dave spent most of his first afternoon in Sydney's possession cowering upon the floor, desperately trying to avoid her long slender feet as they moved about. He realized that most of the time, it was unconscious, a habit that the girl had never needed to think about because before she never needed to worry about snuffing out the life of a tiny person. Of course, Dave quickly realized that just because he was down between the cotton pillars of her sock-clad legs, the fabric constantly wriggling and stretching as her toes wiggled about in their prison, didn't mean she had any intention of thinking about it now that he was there.

Every time her foot barreled him over or almost squashed him, the world would quickly darken as she leaned out over her bed to stare down at him. Her countenance went from cute to annoyed in the blink of an eye as it gazed down upon him from the heavens, making him bow as low as he could on his hands and knees with his head pressed upon the ground. Even though he doubted the tremendous teen could hear him, Dave found himself whimpering, “I'm sorry, Lady Sydney.”

She never demanded he speak up or do anything more, but something about the way the enormous girl glowered at him made him crawl forward and gently kiss her toe, just like he had done with Vanessa. He had no idea if it actually pleased his new captress because by the time he was trying to make amends, she was already chatting to Haley about their classes or plans for later in the week.

Still, dodging her unconscious movements was way better than when she purposefully corralled him with her huge feet. He was so busy dodging the immense peds that he didn't even realize what was going on until it looked like he was trapped behind a pair of navy-colored walls, staring out across the carpeted floor to where Haley's slave was pinned beneath the girl's foot.

“Oh no,” he had whispered to himself, turning about to see one of Sydney's saddle shoes blocking his escape path to the bed's underside.

On his right, the huge beast of a foot began to pivot, the heel raised up just above his head. He wondered if he could dart beneath it, but when he glanced skyward he noticed Sydney's pale blue eyes staring down at him through her glasses, focused upon his little body. Her lips twitched as she smirked and he heard her foot grind against the ground behind him.

His shoulders were suddenly smashed down by the girl's powerful heel, knocking him flat onto his face as the foot then slowly descended onto his stunned form. As the massive appendage settled upon his body, his feet pinned beneath the ball of her foot and his head sticking out beneath the heel, he felt it being stretched out completely for the first time in years. His back cracked and knots he didn't even know were there begin to loosen, as if he had just spent hours in a chiropractor's office.

Then the weight settled down on him completely, and as he tried to suck in a deep breath all he managed was a shallow puff of air. He tried to wriggle out, but just Sydney's foot was entirely unmovable, and the pleasant stretching of his muscles turned into instant burning pain with each writhing attempt at movement. As he felt like he was about to pull a muscle he couldn't even name near the small of his back, Dave finally gave up, simply laying beneath the huge foot in defeat.

“Hey,” had come the instant annoyed voice of his teenage owner, “Keep squirming down there, you little shit, it feels good.”

Whimpering, he continued to writhe and stretch, desperately trying to avoid doing any further harm to himself. When her foot lifted off and it wasn't instantly replaced by its opposite, he had thought he was in the clear. Instead, the same corralling occurred ten or twenty minutes later before he ended up trapped beneath her opposite foot.

That was where he had stayed until Sydney walked her friend to the door, not even bothering to warn him to stay in one place.

Dave had tried, desperately, to force himself to his feet but every time he pushed against the ground his muscles screeched in protest, quivering and shaking so hard that he could actually see them move beneath his skin. Turning his head this way and that, he cursed himself as he realized just how many nooks and crannies there were to hide in Sydney's bedroom. All he needed to do was rest up, and eventually he'd be able to outsmart the girl.

If he could get away from someone as prepared as Vanessa was to keep a tiny person imprisoned, Dave reasoned that escaping some girl who was still in high school wouldn't be much of a problem.

The ground quaked once more and turning his head with a painful ache, he watched her huge feet come into view. He winced, trying to literally inch his way to the safety of her bed as her sock covered feet smashed down against the carpet. Then the floor finally stopped shaking as she came to a halt beside him, her toes wiggling in her socks as she hummed to herself.

Flopping over onto his back, Dave's eyes went wide as the teenage girl began to unbutton the clean white blouse that was part of her school uniform. Disgusted at the thought of watching a teenager undress, he shut his eyes tight just as she pulled her shirt open and he caught a flash of a pale bra.

With his eyes closed, listening to the surprisingly loud sound of fabric moving around, he couldn't help but think of all the times that Vanessa undressed in front of him. He couldn't deny that most of the time she undressed in front of him without a care. In fact, she normally had less self-consciousness than most people showed in front of dogs or cats. However, there had been a few moments when she had done it explicitly to tease him, to show him all the parts of her gorgeous landscape of a body that he couldn't touch. Thinking about her now and hearing the unzipping of something, Dave couldn't stop his manhood from stirring to attention.

His hands were already traveling toward his crotch when a hefty weight crashed against his entire body.

Instantly, the little man flailed and shouted, his muscles instantly aching as he tried to thrash against the hefty wool skirt that seemed to stretch all around him. Pain flared all over his body; his manhood aching from the sudden strike, his muscles burning from the weight of Sydney's foot, and his skin being irritated by the scratchy wool exterior of the skirt. His own warm breath was blown back out at him as he struggled against the fabric, desperately trying to draw the attention of his giantess captor.

Instead he felt the floor shake as she moved about her room, and whatever pleas might have penetrated the skirt were instantly drowned out by music that Sydney started humming along to. Flustered and cursing to himself, Dave found himself completely powerless against even Sydney's unaware strength, and for the second time that evening, he yielded as his limbs flopped uselessly to the floor.

Time became meaningless beneath the skirt.

Each breath was tainted by the scent of Sydney's laundry detergent, soap, and crotch. The only thing the little man was thankful for was that the wool skirt at least kept him warm, trapping all the heat around him, and blocking out most of the girl's terrible music. Of course, then he slowly began to sweat and he quickly realized that if he couldn't hear the songs, it was near impossible to even get an idea of how much time was passing.

When the ground started to shake with Sydney's footsteps once again, the shaking suddenly stopped. The hefty piece of fabric was lifted off of Dave, and the little man instantly winced as light flooded in. Sydney stood directly above him, her navy socks exchanged for brown Ugg boots with pink sweat pants tucked into them, and a University of Notre Dame hoodie covering her chest. She smiled as she saw him laying between her feet, covered in sweat and balls of lint.

“Oh my God, was this too heavy for you to get out of?” She asked as she swung her skirt back and forth, the hefty piece of wool hooked on a single one of her fingers. The little man said nothing as her laugh echoed out like a peal of thunder, “Oh man, that's so pathetic.”

Despite his exhaustion, Dave managed to flinch as the underside of her boot sailed over him when she pivoted. Sydney continued to giggle as she snatched something off her desk, and again he cowered as she turned back around, each movement smooth and almost graceful despite the way it clumsily endangered him. Seeing the phone held in her other hand, Dave felt his stomach churn, he had only been in the girl's possession for an evening and already he was being splashed across her Instagram or Tumblr or whatever the hell she used.

The camera app clicked loudly above him and she giggled as the floor rumbled beneath her powerful feet. She dropped the skirt into the same laundry basket that he had been trapped in earlier that afternoon, and then started to walk back toward him, her eyes glued to her phone the whole time.

Panic surged through Dave's body, and for the first time in hours, he managed to force himself to his feet. He started to scramble back toward the underside of her bed just as she looked up from her phone. An annoyed look crossed her face, and suddenly his path was blocked by a pillar of sheepskin, “Where were you scurrying off to, hm?”

“I... I...” his throat was dry, and Dave found himself coughing as he stared up at the enormous girl.

The giantess squatted down over him, and for the first time since she had freed him from the laundry, her hand came down and scooped him up. Her fingers tightened around him instantly, pressing his legs together while pinning his arms to his sides. Grunting, Dave found himself trying to squirm in the girl's grip as she lifted him higher and higher.

His ears popped and he felt her warm breath brush across his hair, and as he looked out past the edges of Sydney's fist, he realized that the girl was quite tall, easily taller than Vanessa had been. He found himself swallowing a lump that quickly formed in his dry throat as his body went perfectly still.

It was hard to make sense of Sydney's facial expression when most of his view was dominated by her lips and chin, but he felt the laugh roll across his body. “Are you just realizing how long of a way down it is you stupid little shit?” Sydney asked as she turned her fist so that he was looking directly down at the floor between her booted feet.

An intense feeling of vertigo rolled through Dave's four inch body, and he barely clamped down an urge to scream, instead producing a high pitched and terrified yelp.

“Yeah, and I can put you even higher,” she announced as she lifted her arm up well above her head, making Dave's eyes go wide as her whole body seemed to stretch down below him like a skyscraper, “You're probably almost, like, eight feet in the air right now but I bet it looks like a lot more to you, huh?”

Dave shut his eyes tight to as dizziness and panic threatened to completely overwhelm him.

“I wonder if you would die if I dropped you from this height.”

Fear stabbed directly into his heart and Dave found himself whimpering, “Please don't, Sydney, Oh my God, don't drop me, please.”

“Huh?” Dave's body plummeted through the sky but his stomach felt like it was still up in the stratosphere of the girl's reach as she brought him in front of her ear. “Did you say something?”

Blubbering, Dave blinked tears from his eyes and found himself staring through errant strands of auburn hair as Sydney brushed the bulk of it behind her pale ear. “Please,” he caught himself just before he said her name again, “Please, Lady Sydney, please don't hurt me. I'm sorry.”

He felt himself being lowered once again, and her grip loosened as she held him down at chest height. The little man stretched out in her palm, his arms and legs instantly overcome with a horrific pins-and-needles feeling as sensation returned. All Dave could do was stare up at the titanic teen, pleading as best as he could as she weighed his fate.

Then her phone buzzed, and her eyes immediately flickered away from him to where she had dropped it on her bed. Dave's head went from the girl to the phone and back as her huge thumb moved in a flash to unlock the device. A picture of him cowering between her sheepskin boots appeared briefly before the page immediately jumped to a comment from 'MistressHaley99' but before he could read it, the giantess had lifted her phone out of sight.

A bark of laughter shook Dave's little world, making him scramble for purchase on her cupped palm. “Haley thinks you're a pervert for crawling around in my skirt, little dude,” Sydney announced as she typed back a comment that he wasn't privy too.

As simply as that, the giantess was done tormenting him.

Wind whistled in his ears as she turned in place and then dumped him onto an open textbook on her desk. He landed and then immediately rolled down off the page before smacking against the desk's wooden surface. The whole thing shook as Sydney walked off, distracted by her phone, and leaving him on his own.

It took Dave several long seconds to calm down from the terror of being lifted into the sky by the young girl. He stared back up at her ceiling, trying to imagine being dropped from it down to the carpeted floor below. The tiny man started to crawl toward the edge of the desk before stopping himself, knowing it would only make him dizzy once again.

His previous owner had reminded him how resilient the human body was when she had first captured him. A shudder went through Dave's body as he realized that even as high up as Sydney had held him, he wouldn't have died from that fall. A lot of his bones would have shattered, but he would have been left on the carpet; writhing, moaning, and dying but not dead. For the second time in as many minutes, Dave shook with fear as he realized Sydney would have had to crush him to death beneath the Uggs she was wearing.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, the shrunken man looked for something to distract himself with, which is when he noticed the laptop sitting open before him. His eyes went wide, and instantly everything else was forgotten as he crawled toward the computer. Vanessa had never let him get so close to her electronics, and instantly his mind raced with ideas.

His crawl quickly turned into a run and he jumped atop the Macbook's silvery surface. All he needed to do was log in to his personal email and he could send a message to someone. Even after months, he doubted that everyone had given up hope, but as he got within a single step of the touchpad, he skidded to a halt.

Staring up the screen, he tried to imagine what would happen from a single email. He couldn't tell them where he was outside of a city and that was only if Sydney actually lived within its limits. For all he knew, he could be in one of a dozen small towns and suburbs within a short drive of the city center. Furthermore, would they even believe a random email sent months after he presumably shrunk? And if they did, would they care?

His shoulders slumped and the little man fell to his knees, not even denting the Macbook with his weight. Who could he even email with any certainty? Anyone in his family had the same genes he did, and could be in the exact same predicament as him, enslaved to some Immune giant who didn't even bother to ask their name. And his friends and coworkers who were Immune? Why would they come out to get him if not to have him do the exact same things that Sydney expected of him.

“Hey!”

The giantess's voice tore apart his thoughts as his world shook from her approach.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw her holding a bowl overflowing with salad and a glass of water in her hand, a scowl on her face as she saw him sitting atop her laptop. Each step increased in power until she was towering over him, the bowl landed with a crash followed by a bone shaking thud from the water glass. Her hand reached for him, and Dave couldn't find the energy to muster any resistance as her thumb and forefinger pinched his torso.

She sat down as she lifted him up to her face, “What did you think you were going to do with my laptop you little shit?”

“I-” the words caught in his throat, but the huge face before him clearly demanded an answer, “Nothing, Lady Sydney, I'm sorry, I should have known better.”

Her eyes softened for a moment, and Dave suddenly thought that he had finally managed to evoke at least pity from one of the gigantic assholes that ruled his shrunken existence, and then her whole face twisted into a sneer. “Yeah, you should have known better,” she announced as she set him down between her salad and glass. Dave was unable to stop himself from cowering as she began to spear hunks of lettuce, “Phones and computers are for real people, not stupid little shits like you. Is that clear?”

Dave simply nodded, “Yes, Lady Sydney. I'm sorry, Lady Sydney.”

The added apology seemed to mollify the young woman and as she lifted her fork to her mouth, she flicked off a spinach leaf with her pinkie finger, “If you continue to be good, maybe I'll give you more.”

As the spinach leaf landed with a sad thwap in front of him, hunger suddenly roared inside Dave's tiny body. He rushed toward it before stopping himself to look up and sincerely thank his teenage captor, “Thank you, Lady Sydney, thank you.” Yanking up the leaf, he tore into it with reckless abandon, amazed at how flavorful the green vegetable seemed to his half-starved mind. As Sydney ate, more scraps rained down around him, some with splashes of the sweet vinaigrette she had used still on them, and Dave found himself profusely and sincerely thanking the giantess. Eventually he lay sprawled across a small patch of her desk, her enormous arms encircling him as she typed, patting his full belly.

High above him, Sydney let out a long yawn, and suddenly announced, “I think it's bedtime, little dude.” She closed her laptop and then the desk shook as she set her elbows down on it, and held her head in her hands as she looked down at him. A smile spread across her face and a huge finger descended, gently poking his stomach as she giggled, “I guess it's true, huh, the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach.”

Dave's stomach churned as she prodded his still full belly, and he found himself amazed, and disgusted, at how docile a few table scraps had made him.

Before he could try to mount some kind of resistance though, the rest of her fingers were digging beneath his body and lifting him up into the air. “I never thought I'd just find one of you shrinkees on the street, ya know?” Sydney announced as she bent down and opened up the bottom drawer of her desk, “Which means I don't have a cage for you yet, little dude, so I hope you don't mind this.”

Dave found himself being placed in the middle of several stacks of books, the drawer too dimly lit for him to even make sense of the titles. His eyes widened as he watched Sydney's fingers started pushing the drawer closed before the giantess halted it, leaving a two inch gap. He could only make out her pale blue eyes as she looked down through the gap, “Oops, almost forgot that you probably wouldn't get any air if I closed it.”

Dave felt his heart race as the giantess simply laughed above him, the light going out as the world shook from her passing. In the darkness of her bedroom, Dave heard her pry off her boots and hoodie before burying herself beneath her blankets. She tossed and turned on her bed for what seemed like an eternity before he heard the familiar sound of a peacefully slumbering giantess.

And that's when Dave's need for escape rushed back to the forefront of his brain.

Sydney was simply too careless. It was just a matter of time before she accidentally stepped on him or closed the drawer all the way or, as Dave reasoned was the most likely outcome, disproportionately punish him to the point where he'd beg for her to grind him to death beneath her foot.

The little man took deep breaths to settle himself before looking at the books that surrounded him. Nodding his head, Dave decided that they'd make a solid ladder, and he started to clamber up them as he tried to remember the few rock climbing classes he had taken back when he was normal sized. Despite the chill of the evening, Dave felt sweat start to run down his back as he dragged himself on to the top of a glossy YA novel that was apparently about to be a major motion picture.

Flopped across the novel, he gazed across the shadowy world of Sydney's bedroom, and that's when he heard the approaching rumble of another giant.

The little man froze in place and it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't heard anything from the giantess's parents. A whole afternoon and evening had gone by with the girl completely alone except for Haley.

Light flared around the frame of her distant bedroom door, and then shadows played across the threshold as someone stood in front of it. The door knob rattled and the hinges creaked as someone opened up the door, sending light blazing across the teenage girl's bedroom. Dave blinked rapidly to adjust as the whole world seemed to shake from the giant's approach.

When he finally cleared his eyesight, he found himself staring up the backside of a woman just as tall as Sydney. Her pants clung tightly to a shapely, and far fuller, rear than her daughter's before widening at the calf to drape over a pair of stiletto heels that seemed to completely smash down the carpet fibers they stood upon. Dave looked up as she reached out a hand, completely absent of any rings, to her daughter before she pulled it away, obviously not wanting to wake her sleeping child.

With an almost fluid grace, Dave watched the gigantic woman spin on heel while simultaneously reaching up and letting her auburn hair down. As she ran her fingers through her thick tresses that were streaked with gray, Dave found himself gazing up at her gorgeous face. Where Sydney was cute in a girl-next-door kind of way, her mother looked almost regal, a comparison it was hard for Dave not to make given the hefty chain-link statement necklace that hung from her neck and her relative size in comparison to his little frame.

The woman's steely eyes narrowed, somehow spotting him despite the shadow she cast upon him. Her full lips curled in a smile as she saw him cowering atop the young adult novel, and then Dave heard the odd sound of her heel dragging across the carpet. His eyes widened as the pointed toe of her heel rose up, and the triangular sole seemed to fill his world as it pressed against the drawer.

The little man was thrown bodily from the top of the novel stack as the drawer was shoved back. He tumbled down before hitting the bottom where he lay, his body bruised and battered from the fall. His heart rate started to pick up as he feared he would suffocate during the night. Then the world rattled, and a sliver of light came in through the top.

The woman's voice practically purred, “Wouldn't want you to suffocate, slave.”

Then the world shook as Sydney's mother walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door.

Dave awoke to the sound of distant thunder and in the darkness of the drawer it took him a long second to realize that it was his teenage captress walking around her room.

Using the books around him as leverage, he pulled himself to his feet only to have almost every single one of his muscles scream in protest. Twisting his body back and forth in an effort to relieve the kinks that had developed across his back, Dave cursed to himself. Sleeping wedged between a bunch of trashy fiction novels was apparently not good for your body.

As the whole world started to shake again from Sydney's footfalls, the tiny man found himself yearning for Vanessa's soft athletic sock and his cage next to the enormous woman's bed.

Then he flew face first into a stack of books as Sydney casually opened the drawer. Stars were still flying in front of Dave's eyes as her finger and thumb pinched his torso and yanked him into the sky. His head spun, his stomach churned, and his ears popped all in the span of a few seconds as he was merely brought level with the teenager's hip. Her fingers wrapped around him and her grip was tight enough to make him squirm as she started to walk.

Wind whistled in Dave's ears as Sydney's arms naturally swayed back and forth with each step. His body shook with each footfall before it felt like he was once more about to be sent flying across the vast expanses of the giantess's home. And then it all came to a stop as she walked into a bathroom that looked like it was fit more for royalty rather than a teenage girl.

The hand holding him started to rise up and Dave looked around in a panic as Sydney's hand lifted him up over a huge countertop before pausing over the sink. The large frosted glass basin was half full with steamy soapy water but as the huge fingers around him started to loosen their grip, Dave started to panic, uncertain if there was really enough water to cushion his fall.

“Sydneyyyyyyy!”

His protest turned into a scream as he plummeted through the air and crashed into the water with a belly flop. Even as he plunged under the soapy waves, he could hear Sydney's muffled grunt of annoyance as a few flecks of water managed to splash against her. Dave tried to open his eyes but they were immediately stung by the sheer amount of soap that Sydney had mixed in. His hands smashed against the smooth glass of the bottom as he sank, prompting him to move about so he could plant his feet down and kick back up to the surface.

His lungs were burning when he finally broke through the top of the water, coughing and sputtering, he tread in the giantess's overly fancy sink. Looking skyward, he could see the teen standing above him a thoughtful expression on her distant face. A huge finger descended and swirled the water about, kicking up a current that was powerful enough to make Dave's tiny frame swirl about in response.

She smirked as she watched him struggle against the might of the single digit, “Ok, probably too much water but at least you can get clean, little man. Wouldn't want you looking dirty when I take you out.”

“Take me out?” Dave managed to sputter up at the girl, but all he heard in response was a swishing noise as her hair cut through the air.

He swam toward the edge of the sink, the obnoxious basin too high for him to see over but he was at least able to rest the tips of his toes against something solid. Peering through the foggy frosted glass, he could dimly make out the giantess's shape as she got undressed. Then a deafening sound erupted across the bathroom when she turned on the shower and stepped into it a moment later.

With nothing else to do, Dave struggled to scrub himself clean of the collected bits of lint and sweat that had clung to him throughout the night. He wished he could get the artificial pina colada scent of Sydney off of him, but he quickly realized that it permeated all of the water around him. Grimacing, he realized that it was apparently the smell of the girl's soap. Dave at least comforted himself with the knowledge that this minor indignity was so far down the list he had suffered since shrinking that it barely mattered in the long run.

Yet, for some reason it irked him more than so many others.

He hadn't exactly smelled manly when he was imprisoned by Vanessa, but the various soaps she had used to wash him had never been so fruity and overpowering. They were subtle, delicate, and interesting. Dave's shoulders slumped as he realized that Vanessa's soap and perfume were the scents that an adult would wear.

“Fuck,” he whispered, the single word barely registering in his own ears when compared to the waterfall like shower and Sydney's half-remembered lyrics to pop songs.

His self-reflection was cut short by the shower being turned off, and the water around him started to tremble as Sydney crossed the room to stand in front of the huge mirror. The tiny man was thankful for the thick fluffy towel that was wrapped around her naked body as she leaned forward and wiped the fogged up mirror clean with her hand. The enormous girl smiled at herself before reaching out to somewhere on the counter outside of his view and grabbing something.

Her other hand appeared in the air above him, and Dave braced to be picked up but instead she turned on the faucet. Staring up into the sky, the tiny man watched as the waterfall spout lived up to its name, sending a rushing tide crashing down into his world as he felt a current yank at his feet. Dave dove toward the edge of the sink as he realized Sydney had unplugged the drain, and he desperately tried to escape the current's pull and the power of the massive faucet above.

In the sky above him, he heard the sound of the girl brushing her enormous teeth.

Struggling for his life as the hot water around him turned choppy, his eyes went wide as Sydney leaned forward and spat into his world. A glob of frothy minty spit crashed into the water behind him with the force of an artillery shell, covering him with a soapy spray right before a minor wave crashed against his back, all while he struggled to keep his head above the water line. She spat several more times before she rinsed and finally shut off the faucet.

The water around Dave calmed down but continued to slowly pull him down and toward the center until he could finally stand near the flattened bottom of the sink. Feeling the water be sucked past him and watching it spiral down the drain left the little man mesmerized for the long period of time it took Sydney to blow dry her hair.

The world then shook as she wandered off, and realizing there was no way for him to climb out of the wide basin, Dave settled down onto the wet but thankfully warm sink bottom. The giant girl returned a few minutes later, already dressed in her school uniform before she began to apply a few touches of make-up. Setting her glasses on her face as she gently smacked her now glossy lips together, the enormous girl finally looked down at him, “How awesome is it for you to be owned by someone so hot?”

The tiny man cringed at the question, and then he noticed the girl's blue eyes start to narrow in annoyance when he didn't answer. “It's the best, Lady Sydney!” He cried out, and the giantess's glossy lips broke into a smile.

“I bet it is,” she replied as her hand lowered into the sink and gingerly picked him up. Her face contorted with disgust as she dumped his still wet body onto a towel and then roughly dried him off, leaving the shrunken man dazed when he finally could see the light again. “Just think,” she prattled on as she scooped him back up in her too-firm grip, “You could have been found by some gross punk girl or ew, a big fat dude or something. But instead, I saved your little life.”

The giantess smiled as she bent down and placed him at her stocking clad feet. Her hands rested on her hips as she looked down at him while her toes wiggled in their navy blue stockings. Dave swallowed a lump in his throat as he suddenly realized that the girl expected some sort of response, and with all his might he shouted, “Thank you, Lady Sydney!”

“You're welcome,” she responded, her voice haughty and condescending as she sat down on her bed and reached for her saddle shoes. She slipped her long peds into them, and the leather creaked as she flexed her feet inside before tying them up. The giantess then reached over his little world and dragged her backpack forward till it formed a wall between her sizable feet. “Alright, in you go,” Sydney said, gesturing to an open pouch.

Dave looked at the backpack and then back up at the giantess.

“I can't wait on you all morning, little man.”

Sydney's right foot thumped impatiently against the floor, sending small vibrations out through the carpet that propelled Dave forward. He reached the front pouch that was clearly designed more for pencils or calculators or anything but a tiny human being. His fingers rested on the cold metal teeth of the zipper, and his heart began to beat hard in his chest as he wondered if Sydney would seal it up behind him. Inside, he could see that the giant girl had at least stuffed some cloth in so that he would be comfortable and warm but every muscle in his tiny body wanted to run screaming in the opposite direction.

“Ugh, get in,” Sydney roared, and the bed springs groaned as she leaned forward.

Dave scrambled up and over the metal zipper just as Sydney's face hovered directly over him, her hand gliding above the ground poised to scoop him inside of it. “There you go,” the giantess cooed as she grabbed the zipper and started to draw it closed, “If you were a little bigger, I'd let you ride with my books and stuff, but I wouldn't want you getting crushed so you'll be safe in there.”

The tiny man shuddered at the thought of being crushed beneath a spiral notebook and instead tried his best to hunker down inside what he realized was a pouch filled with the girl's socks. Sydney didn't completely close him off from the world, a thin sliver of light and air poured in from one side of the pouch, but he didn't bother to move toward it.

With the socks taking up most of the space, Dave had little room to maneuver and as he listened to Sydney stomp about her room, grabbing up the last few things she'd need for the day, he realized that if he got out underfoot there was a chance she would unknowingly crush him. Even her saddle shoes would be enough to turn him into a bloody pulp, and he really didn't want his remains to be spread out between the girl's bedroom carpet and the underside of her shoe.

Sydney offered no warning to him as she lifted up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, making him bounce about within the sock stuffed pouch. His stomach twisted itself into knots before letting out a low grumble. For the first time in a long time, Dave was glad to be hungry, because each one of Sydney's steps made his whole world shift and his small body bounce up and down.

There was a loud crashing noise as the giantess left her house and then a burst of cold air immediately came in through the small hole of the backpack. The chill immediately made Dave's skin explode in goosebumps, and he grabbed at the nearest heavy sock and pulled it in front of him. With great effort, the world shaking and shuddering around him, Dave managed to wrap himself up in the thick navy sock and immediately regretted it. Almost instantly, he could feel lint clinging to his skin and his tiny world began to reek of Sydney's feet.

The most shocking thing Dave realized as Sydney continued on her way to school was that the girl was actually walking the whole way. He had only had a brief glimpse of the outside world before she had found him in the snow, but it had not been one he would have been thrilled to walk in even at his old height. And yet, he could feel the girl's quiet humming vibrate through her comparably vast chest all the way to his tiny pouch on the far side of her backpack.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed by the time that he heard another door crash open, and the air coming in through the zipper turned warm, but the shrunken man was happy that he could disentangle himself from the sock. As Sydney journeyed deeper into her school and the air around him grew warmer, Dave found his heart begin to beat harder and harder in his chest as he heard other giants moving around.

The shrunken man hadn't been near so many enormous people in months, and even though there wasn't much room to move, Dave found himself trying to worm deeper into the backpack as he began to hear the booming powerful voices of his teenage captress's classmates.

And then all of that fell away as Sydney walked into a classroom, and his world was tossed about as she slung her backpack off and let it drop to the floor. His bones rattled and his tiny frame was barely cushioned from the force of the fall by the socks that surrounded him. For the second time in an hour, Dave was happy that he was hungry as his stomach threatened to revolt.

Laying in a heap at the bottom of the backpack pouch, Dave was only dimly aware of a bell ringing and the girl's gigantic teacher beginning his lesson. His whole world became a haze as the teacher droned on about something and then the bell rang again and the tiny man braced himself for another world shaking trip.

Instead though, he heard a garbled voice begin to go through a set of morning announcements, and the giants all around him began to shift. The floor quaked beneath their enormous feet, and shook his tiny world, and Dave slowly realized that homeroom had started.

Barely a second had passed after that realization that he heard a female voice thunder, “Can we see him, Sydney?”

Dave's whole body began to squirm as he realized that he was what the other giantess was referring to. “Please no, no, no,” he whimpered at the bottom of the bag, his heart hammering so hard he feared he was going to have a heart attack.

“Ok, just make sure that Mr. Delacroix can't see,” Sydney's whisper still sounded like cannon fire in Dave's ears.

The world shivered and shook once more as the giants who had no doubt assembled around Sydney's desk got in even closer. The giantess's long pale fingers flashed in front of the small hole in the zipper and yanked it back with a loud zwip that made his tiny frame flinch. Then they snaked in, and grabbed him before he could even try to wriggle deeper into the socks that padded the pouch.

He came out into the light surrounded by a redwood forest of teenage legs; girl's socks and leggings formed most of the trees rising up out of identical black leather mary janes or white and black saddle shoes, but then he saw the pristine loafers and pleated slacks of a few boys that had gathered around and Dave started to tremble. Vanessa's meathead boyfriend had scared and humiliated him enough, being looked down upon by some prep school giant made Dave feel even worse for some reason.

Then he was dropped down on Sydney's desk to a chorus of coos from the young giantesses that surrounded him. Slowly standing to his feet, Dave tried to cover himself as he found himself staring up into the billboard sized faces of half a dozen young women. While two of the girls were positively stunning, Dave was surprised to see how plain some of the giantesses surrounding him were. After living with Vanessa, and seeing both Sydney and her mother, he had forgotten just how many normal people would never have to suffer his fate.

A chill went down his spine as he considered what Sydney had said that morning, maybe I am lucky?

“He's so much smaller than Haley's,” the gorgeous Asian girl said as she leaned in, her tongue darting out over her lips as she took him in.

“Yeah,” boomed the attractive blonde next to her as her dark blue eyes took in every millimeter of his four inch frame, “Like, at least half her size.”

An unpainted fingernail came out of nowhere and easily swiped his hands away from his crotch.

A chorus of giggles erupted from the girls as they saw his manhood.

“Oh my God, Emma,” one of the other giantesses said.

“Someone had to,” the poking giantess said in defense of herself.

Dave cowered beneath the giggling giantesses, and turned to look at the petite blonde that had poked him. She looked down at him like he was little more than a piece of meat, and when she saw how he trembled beneath her gaze, dimples formed in her cheeks as she smiled.

Before he could turn away though, Dave watched as a tall boy seemingly appeared above the shorter blonde. The smaller girl stepped aside in deference not only of his larger frame but his obvious social status. Behind him, Dave saw Sydney smiling as the giant who looked like he had a name like Brad or Evan lowered his dark gaze on to the shrunken man.

“He looks like a little runt,” the handsome young man practically slurred as he glowered down at Dave.

Sydney immediately erupted into giggles, as did a few of the other girls, “You're right, Chase. He is a little runt.” Suddenly Sydney's hand engulfed him and his ears popped as she rapidly lowered him to the ground. “Look at how small he is,” she said as she dropped Dave between the enormous boy's loafers.

The ground quivered beneath many giant pounding feet as Sydney's classmates backed up to compare Sydney's shrunken man to the class stud. Dave felt his jaw drop as he gazed up the young man's long legs and realized his face was entirely obscured by the bulk of his well built chest. Suddenly, Chase's chiseled visage loomed out over the world followed by Sydney's as the girl almost rested her head against his expansive chest.

Chase let out a single deep rumble of a laugh as his black loafer lifted up off the ground and then slowly brushed against Dave's body. Even the gentle push was enough to send the little man sprawling to his hands and knees, and as the enormous young man let his foot settle back on the floor, it sent out a soft quake. The whole circle of giants burst into laughs from the simple display of power, and then the bell rang.

All of the giants immediately dispersed, and the floor beneath Dave shook so badly that he was unable to get to his feet. A gust of air brushed against his hair as one of Sydney's huge feet crashed down next to him. His body was sent into full on panic mode, still trying to process the encounter with the boy Sydney clearly had a crush on with the fact that he could be literally crushed by a stray foot at any moment.

Sydney's fingers dug beneath his body and then shoved him forcefully back into her backpack.

Everything swung and shook as he lay contorted among her socks, trying to take deep breaths as tears began to stream down his cheeks. One errant poke from one of those girls or if Chase had hit him harder or if Sydney had simply miscalculated when she swung her foot out and he would be nothing more than bloody pulp that the janitor would wipe up.

The enormous world of Sydney's private school went on as he lay there, in class after class, trying to process what his life now was in the giant teen's care. Under Vanessa he had been a slave and a prisoner, but with Sydney he was some sort of status symbol, little better than a new phone and treated with less care.

He was shocked when her fingers entered his world again, and Dave thought that somehow lost in his depressive fugue that they had actually returned to her house, but then he was dropped down beneath a wide table next to Sydney's saddle shoes and in the distance he could see huge library shelves. His shoulders slumped and then he heard a soft thud, turning around Dave's eyes widened to see Haley's slave being set down at the girl's feet.

The shrunken woman didn't hesitate, as soon as she was on the ground she scrambled to her hands and knees and began to lick and buff Haley's shoes.

Dave was so entranced by this that he was completely unprepared for Sydney to stretch out her enormous legs. Her shoes almost knocked him over as her feet barreled forward and then her heels crashed down against the library's floor. She casually crossed her legs at the ankles and began to bounce one foot against the other, and that's when he heard the faint snapping of her fingers. Looking to the sky, he could see her hand pointing to the shoe though the giantess herself didn't look to make sure he was following the unspoken order, Dave knew better than to anger her at that moment.

With his head hung low and his shoulders slumped, he marched down to her feet and began to lick along the dusty side of the shoe, coughing as he did.

Looking across the small space between him and Haley's slave, he leaned forward and went, “Psst, hey, I'm... I'm Dave by the way.”

The woman's whole seven inch long body tensed up when she heard Dave's voice. Slowly she lifted her head from the toe of the girl's shoe, and then looked up Haley's powerful leg to make sure the girl hadn't noticed. “J...” her voice was rough, as if she was unused to speaking at a normal volume, “Judy.”

Dave smiled, “Nice to meet you, Judy.”

She stared back at him, then her tongue stretched out as she unconsciously bent down and continued to work on a scuff mark.

The shrunken man frowned, and stepped away from Sydney's bouncing foot, inching closer to Judy. The shrunken woman's eyes went wide, like he was doing something unthinkable. “I know you saw me that day... I think it was August or September.”

“Yes.”

“So you know I know how to survive out there.”

Judy remained silent as she used a scrap of cloth to buff out the part of Haley's shoe she had just been licking.

“You have to know somewhere we could go in this place, or or,” Dave looked around as giant legs moved far off in the distance, “Somebody who could help us.”

Slowly the seven inch tall brunette looked up at him like he was insane, “What's wrong with you? You think you can actually get away from them?”

“Yes, I've done it before. We could both get away.”

“And end up where? In the hands of one of these other entitled brats?” She whispered, “You don't know what these kids are like. I always thought they were a little arrogant and needed a reality check, and that was when I was their size.” Tears began to well up in Judy's eyes as she shook her head, “You have no idea just how much these kids think they deserve to own another person and that's not even the ones who are definitely Immune. Girls like Haley and Sydney openly talk about what they'll do if their classmates or teachers shrink. You're lucky you weren't too small, I've heard Sydney talk about wanting to crush someone while her foot was on top of me.”

Dave's muscles went slack and he slumped down on to his knees, “But... but there's gotta be someone, a teacher...”

“I used to be their teacher,” Judy's voice cracked as tears started to stream down their face, “No one is going to help us because they know if they ever shrink, these girls will take out any perceived slight on them ten fold. Do you have any idea how vindictive these girls are? Be thankful that you're a literal nobody to them.”

“What about an Immune teacher, there's gotta be... gotta be someone...” Dave could feel his own voice cracking, the world getting blurry as he tried to blink tears from his eyes. He escaped Vanessa and she had been prepared for his escape attempts, he could get out of Sydney's grasp, he knew he could.

“You don't want to...” Judy's eyes went wide as they spied something off in the distance, “Oh fuck.”

Dave turned around and he saw a pair of dark purple heels moving through the library, with dark stocking clad feet obvious through the peep-toe.

“Hide,” Judy hissed, trying to cower down behind Haley's mary janes.

Dave moved around to Sydney's bouncing foot, the massive twitching appendage forcing him to crouch down if he didn't want to be brained. However, nothing could stop his curiosity as he peaked around the sole of the large shoe trying to make sense of what was so scary about a teacher in purple heels.

The heels crashed down right behind Sydney's chair and a sweet but authoritative voice thundered from the heavens, “Well if it isn't my two favorite students.”

“Hello, Ms. Holloway,” Haley and Sydney said in unison, the barest hint of respect in their own voices.

“Now girls,” Ms. Holloway's voice was musical despite its condescension, “Did I see a little someone scurrying around beneath this table?”

Above him, Dave watched Sydney's feet stiffen and suddenly the girl's shoes pulled back as she sat up straighter, “No, Ms. Holloway.”

Judy grunted behind him and Dave looked over his shoulder to see Haley's foot mashing down against the terrified woman, “We know we're not allowed to take our Shrinkees out in the library.”

Dave's heart began to pound, and he slowly started to crawl back toward Sydney's feet. Looking out beneath her chair, he cursed to see that her backpack was surrounded by the dark purple heels of Ms. Holloway.

“Mhmmm,” was the gigantic teacher's response before she started to lower to the ground. Dave froze in place as the face of blonde woman his own age appeared in the air beneath the table. Bright blue eyes scanned the floor, and her painted lips became a mock frown, “Haley, lift up your foot.”

“Ms. Holloway, please,” the girl whined.

“You know the rules,” the teacher practically purred, before tapping her glossy nail against the floor, “Come right over here, little Judy.” Her blue eyes then flickered to Dave, and he felt his whole body freeze. The same glossy dark purple nail tapped against the floor, “You too, little man.”

As Dave trudged toward the waiting woman, he turned to see Judy looking back at the blonde woman with a mixture of terror and rage. All Ms. Holloway did was smile in response to the look as her warm tanned fingers wrapped around each of them.

The shrunken man found himself uncomfortably pressed up against Judy's larger body as Ms. Holloway stood up, wind rushing in their ears as they were held in front of her ample bosom. Her free hand gently rested on Sydney's shoulder, “I'll give both your and Haley's little friends back at the end of the day, ok?”

Haley had an annoyed pout on her face, but Sydney simply nodded, “Thank you, Ms. Holloway.”

“You're welcome, girls,” the giantess purred back as she turned from them and continued her circuit of the library.

Within a few steps, Dave could feel Judy trembling with fear next to him, and as she stepped out of the library he realized that the only reason she had even gone in was to separate him from Sydney. He began to tremble alongside Judy, and as he looked up, he couldn't help but whimper, “Oh no.”

“Oh Little Judy,” Ms. Holloway cooed as she carried them through the hall, “I can't wait for you to introduce me to your cute little friend here.”

The blonde's heels clacked loudly against the floor of the hallway, and each step made Dave's shrunken frame jostle against Judy's larger body. The tiny former teacher's body was like his; nothing more than pale skin stretched over hard muscle. For a brief second, Dave thought of the rich healthy tan he had when he was eking out a living on the scraps of giants in the city wilds.

A dark urge to laugh bubbled in his empty stomach as he imagined people going on the 'shrunken starving scavenger' diet.

Ms. Holloway's fingers tightened at the exact same moment though, and what little air remained in his lungs burst forth in a light puff of air. He looked down at the thick digits that imprisoned both him and Haley's slave, they possessed a fading tan that was still healthier than most people got in the middle of winter. He suddenly found himself wondering how the enormous blonde got it; did she go to a salon, did the school actually pay her enough to vacation somewhere warm in the winter, or did she have a rich sugar daddy?

Her free hand unlocked a door and the world became a blur as she stepped into her classroom.

Dave was finally released less than a foot above a large black tabletop that was so cold that it made his tiny body break out into goosebumps as soon as he crashed against it. Behind him, the tiny man could hear Judy's teeth unconsciously chatter as she quickly hopped up to her feet, recovering far more quickly than he could ever hope to. With his body still tingling as circulation returned, Dave pushed himself first to his knees and then onto his feet.

“Mhmm,” Ms. Holloway purred above them while her heels clacked against the floor. She stood by the wall, her finger tapping against her chin as she inspected some sort of fixture obscured by her massive frame. “It says the heat's on but brr,” she rubbed her palms against her sweater covered arms, “Feels a little drafty in this old lab, doesn't it?”

Dave found himself hunching over as the giantess chuckled to herself, meanwhile Judy tried to remain standing despite the goosebumps forming on her flesh and her nipples standing erect on her bare breasts. The seven inch tall brunette stuck her chin out and stared toward the sky like she were about to face down a monster as the blonde giantess lazily sauntered back over to them.

Each one of her steps was accompanied by a sharp click as her heel crashed against the floor, while her hip swung outward making the soft fabric of her pants stretch tightly against her thighs. As the giantess drew closer, Dave's neck began to crane backwards to try and take her in. It was hard to make out much about her frame beyond the hefty breasts that strained against her maroon cable knit sweater, and the attractive visage that loomed high in the heavens above them.

The gigantic woman stood directly above the two of them for a moment, her face obscured by the shelf of her breasts, but then her enormous body shifted down toward them as she sat behind the wide plateau where she had placed them. His neck still hurt as he tried to take in her billboard sized face from directly below but he slowly began to see a few flaws he'd never have noticed at his former size; a pimple forming on the left side of her angular jaw, blemishes covered over by slightly thicker foundation, the sheen of whatever cream she used to fight the growing bags under her bright blue eyes.

Ms. Holloway was still a woman he would have been lucky to score a date with before he had shrunk, but she was definitely not as attractive as Vanessa had been. Though, and the thought ran through him like an electric shock, Vanessa had easily been several years younger than the enormous teacher sitting like a goddess before him.

“So,” the word erupted from the giantess's lips, echoing across her empty classroom, “Who is your little friend, Judy?” The giantess's hands suddenly appeared in the air above them, a pen twirling between her glossy purple nails.

Judy stood with her lips pressed firmly together as Ms. Holloway simply leaned back in her chair, her blue eyes resting upon her former colleague. The thin Bic pen suddenly swung forward, cutting through the air with a terrifying whoosh, and Judy threw up her hands and screamed in terror. Dave shut his eyes and turned away but no horrific slap came, and when he opened them he saw the pen hanging limply in the air in front of the cowering brunette.

Ms. Holloway's painted lips broke apart in a smile, and then her eyes and pen swung toward Dave, “He's actually kinda hot, Judy. If he's not your little friend I think you should make him one.”

Dave felt his face begin to flush from embarrassment as the pen inched closer towards him. He could see that the end had been gnawed on by the enormous blonde, and then he felt its strange misshapen nub brush against his firm abs, up to his pecs, and then down to his stirring member. The shrunken man tried to push the pen away, but the simple object was too much for him.

“Tell me, little man,” Ms. Holloway's warm breath tickled his body, making him squirm.

Looking up, Dave couldn't suppress a whimper as he realized she had leaned forward enough that her face hovered just a few feet above him.

“Were you always this hot or were you like Judy over there,” the pen brushed along the underside of his minuscule cock making the shrunken man shudder, “Were you a fat little piggy?”

The air shuddered as Ms. Holloway literally made pig-like snorts above him, which quickly devolved into laughter. Next to him, Judy collapsed onto her knees, her hands balled up into shaking fists as she fought the urge to cry.

“Did little miss Sydney put you through Haley's shrinkee work out?” Ms. Holloway asked through her giggles, “God, that is my favorite video of hers, I think. Just watching you huff and puff on that little wheel in front of her laptop, while Haley complains that you're not even stopping her phone from draining. I still don't know how she actually set that up to work but honestly, I don't even care. It was too funny.”

The world beneath Dave's feet rattled as Ms. Holloway opened one of her drawers and lifted something out of it. A second later a pair of plain black leather flats were dropped down in front of Judy, and Ms. Holloway quickly announced, “Get licking, Judy. I know you're at least good for that.”

Dave whimpered again as he watched the former teacher crawl up to the flats and begin to run her tongue over the toe again and again. “No...” he whispered, but he knew his voice didn't carry far enough to reach even his fellow shrunken person, let alone Ms. Holloway.

“God, you're so pathetic,” Ms. Holloway's voice boomed above them, “Do you ever wonder how much different your post-shrink life could have been, Judy?”

Dave watched as the enormous blonde reached down and pulled her heels from her feet with a soft contented sigh. He looked up in confusion as the giantess lifted one up and set it down beside her flats and then raised the other up high. His eyes went wide as the dirty sole suddenly hung over him, and then he heard the whistling sound of it tearing through the sky. With the shoe screaming down to meet him, all the little man could do was scream in terror and cower.

The pin heel, as thick as his own arm, crashed down in front of him while the thick platform landed behind him. Meanwhile, he sat cowering beneath the arch, with still plenty of room to stand up to his full height. Looking around he suddenly fell backwards in fright as he saw Ms. Halloway's enormous face staring at him with an amused look and a strange hunger in her eyes.

“I wondered if you would fit beneath them,” she mused more to herself than either of her shrunken prisoners. She then pushed herself back up to a sitting position, though this time her elbow rested against the table and she held her head in her hand as she looked down at Judy. “Still, do you think about it, Judy? Any one of us could have found you in the bathroom that afternoon, you know. I think I spotted your pathetic trail of ugly clothes maybe twenty or thirty minutes after it all happened but by then, Haley had already snatched you up and was looooong gone. Do you ever think about it if you could have hid a little better then maybe you could have ended up with me?”

Dave watched as tears fell down Judy's cheeks, meanwhile the shrunken woman continued to lick away at the black flat. One of Ms. Holloway's thick nails pressed against the back of Judy's head, pressing her face against the flimsy leather wall of the flat.

Looking from the torture to the clearly distracted giantess, Dave found himself slowly crawling away from the pair. He doubted there was a way down from the huge plateau but he couldn't help himself as he shimmied on his belly across the frigid black counter top.

“I mean, let's be honest, I'd still have you doing exactly what you're doing now, but Jesus, I wouldn't put it on Youtube for the whole world to see or make you call me Mistress Lindsay or something,” a soft laugh erupted from her, “Ok, I might have made you call me Mistress Lindsay but ugh, that's so S&M-y. And I don't think I would have made you run on a treadmill. My roommate might be a bit meaner to you but hey, at the end of the day we would give you your own little thimble of rose after you finished rubbing our feet or whatever. Do you even remember what wine tastes like, Judy?”

Dave cringed as he remembered sucking down warm droplets that had fallen down the side of Trevor's bottle one afternoon. I'd kill a man for a beer, Dave suddenly thought as he continued to crawl forward fighting a sudden wave of exhaustion, or a coffee.

“Haley's graduating this year, so maybe next fall you'll get to lick some jungle juice off of her flip flops and finally remember what cheap vodka tastes like,” Ms. Holloway laughed again, “God, how miserable it must be to be you. You better hope she sleeps over Sydney's house soon or else you can kiss your slim chance of having sex any time soon goodbye. I'd say orgasm, but who knows if this little fuck even can get a woman off.”

Crawling across the counter like a worm, Dave was amazed that his shoulders were able to slump further down as he heard Ms. Holloway release a single curt laugh.

“You know he's trying to abandon you right now, don't you?”

Dave suddenly froze.

“He thinks that I can't see his little pale ass crawling across my lab table. It's cute in a dumb way, he must be moving like a little army man.”

Slowly, Dave turned around to see that Ms. Holloway had barely turned her head to look at him.

“No need to stop on my account, little man.” Her fingers flicked in his general direction, while her other hand brushed her pen down Judy's back. “You can crawl all the way to the edge of the table and stare down to your doom. You can even jump if you want. Best case scenario for you, you die. Worst case scenario, you're crippled. Either way, Sydney has been begging for extra credit after bombing her last exam and while dissections are more of a biology than a chemistry thing, she's a sweet girl who I think deserves the opportunity.”

The tiny man could feel his stomach start to churn as he listened to Ms. Holloway's words. Pushing himself to his feet, he carefully turned toward her only to watch the blonde's shoulders shrug in response.

“Your choice.”

His feet slapped loudly as he walked back toward the cruel teacher, and then moved to join Judy at the giantess's leather flats. The pen suddenly swung in front of him, and gently smacked against his stomach, making it threaten to revolt.

“Bup bup bup,” Ms. Holloway let out several soft coos as she pushed him away with nothing more than the chewed up end of her pen, “My shoes are Judy's job. I'm sure Sydney makes you lick hers too. That's what you were doing when I took you from them, right? But I am not some little girl who giggles when I get a grown up to do something demeaning. I am a woman, and I wonder just how long it has been since you have been with a real woman.”

“No, no, no,” Dave stammered as he backed away from Ms. Holloway, quickly realizing what she meant.

Oddly, her huge fingers lifted the flats from the table first and let them clatter to the floor as she stood up. He stood, mesmerized as her enormous form seemed to shake and wiggle in place as she slipped her feet into the shoes and then stood directly over the pair of shrunken people in front of her. “I hope you don't mind getting my sloppy seconds, Judy.”

Dave's heart started to pound as he turned and broke into a run, but he barely made it three steps before Ms. Holloway's soft warm fingertips latched onto his ankle. She yanked him up into the air, making him splatter bile against the surface of the desk as he swung wildly back and forth. He expected to be raised all the way up to her face for more of her taunts but instead Dave found himself dangling in front of her waist as she undid her pants.

“Guess you're going in head first, little guy,” she announced as she lowered the zipper and the pants sagged open to reveal a pair of plain gray panties. Giggling to herself, she said, “Sorry, little fella, but I wasn't expecting anyone to see my underwear today.”

The shrunken man's whole body swung back and forth as she pulled her panties away from her body and brought him over the opening. With no further taunts or teasing, she simply released him, letting him scream as his limbs windmilled before he hit the trampoline-like expanse of cotton. Dave cursed as he bounced and immediately felt himself smack against her pubic mound. Before he could start to fall though, the panties snapped back across his back making him shriek in pain as he was pinned with his face resting directly above her lips.

What little light made it through the dark gray fabric quickly disappeared as she zipped up her pants and sealed him inside. The fabric that shielded him from the world outside shifted about as she smoothed her hand across her crotch. His face smashed down against her pussy lips, and Dave flailed in terror as they threatened to suck him in.

Her body shuddered in response, “Wow, Judy, your friend feels nice in there.” A thick finger pushed through the fabric and shoved against his back, pushing him down further until his face was pressed against her lips, prompting another shudder. “Fuck, those dumb little brats have no idea what they're doing. You little shits are literally dildo sized.”

The finger pushed against him again right before the bell rang.

“Shit,” Ms. Holloway cursed and through the fabric he felt her pulling him back up across her pubic mound where his limbs started to get entangled in the dark blonde hairs, “Back to the real world for me, little ones.”

The world began to shift and Dave found himself becoming more enmeshed with Ms. Holloway's thick bush as she moved around. He heard the giantess shifting things about before her voice echoed through the room, “Get them nice and clean, Judy, I have a date tonight.” Then the drawer shut with a resounding crash.

The air around Dave grew warmer as Ms. Holloway began to move around, the sharp clacking of her heels replaced by powerful thumps as she walked around her classroom. Within minutes, he heard the sound of enormous students filing into class, laughing and chatting away as the giant blonde began to write things up on her board. Dave listened to the soft squeaks of a dry erase marker that had replaced the chalk of his own adolescence and he imagined probably seemed outdated to students used to powerpoint decks or whatever app had moved into the space.

A bell rang again, and even as his head naturally brushed against the edges of Ms. Holloway's lips making her tense ever so slightly, the enormous blonde simply started her prepared lesson plan. Laying across Ms. Holloway's pubic mound, Dave was surprised that after the initial head rush, he slowly began to feel his back stretch out, while each one of the giantess's paces around her classroom make another kink in his tired body disappear.

Then the bell rang and it began all over again.

Through the next class though, the tiny man found it getting harder to breathe as the dizziness continued to grow in his head. Ms. Holloway's words became little more than vibrations and her steps strange swaying sensations as his already dark world seemed to plunge further and further into the shadows.

He didn't even hear the next bell ring, and only came to when he was shocked with cold water.

Dave found himself flailing against an enormous beast as the freezing water threatened to drown him. Before he could slip from the beast's grasp though, it tightened its hold, completely pinning him in place as the water continued to rush over his body.

“God, you're pathetic,” Ms. Holloway grumbled from the heavens.

The water shut off and Dave's vision cleared to show him the enormous visage of Ms. Holloway looming directly above him, her thick fingers wrapped around his four inch frame. Dave started to take in air with slow deep breaths, trying to calm himself from his violent awakening.

“Two periods in my crotch and you pass out,” she tutted as she shook her head, “Still, the things I could have done with you. Maybe next time, little man. I can't confiscate you every day, but I'm sure Sydney and Haley will slip up in a few weeks. Those arrogant little bitches are nothing if not predictable.”

Ms. Holloway rolled her eyes as she strolled back into her classroom from some sort of side office, and Dave found himself squirming as the giant students entering the room turned to look at him in their teacher's hand. The blonde teacher said nothing as she brought him up to her desk and opened the same drawer that Judy was in, resting beside the dark purple heels. She lowered Dave into the drawer right as a shadow passed over his tiny world.

“Oh, Ms. Holloway, is that my-” Sydney's voice erupted across the sky, and as Ms. Holloway stood back up, Dave found himself staring up the long tight-clad legs of his teenage taskmistress.

“After class, Sydney,” Ms. Holloway said as her black flat pushed the drawer mostly shut.

A moment later the bell rang, and Ms. Holloway began on a different lesson plan than the one Dave had heard while he was stuck in her panties. With the giants all distracted, Dave found that he couldn't pull his gaze away from the thin slit that Ms. Holloway had left in the drawer, wondering if there was a way to widen it.

“You can't be serious,” came the dull voice of Judy from the other side of the drawer.

“What?” He turned toward her.

“She literally kept you in her crotch for two classes and you still think you can escape. There's no way out of this classroom.”

Dave felt a flicker of anger in his chest, “How would you know? You've never tried-”

“I taught here, remember?” Judy didn't bother to hide her sob, the sound bouncing around the wooden drawer. She pulled her knees close to her chest and just muttered, “Fuck.”

“I'm...” Dave felt himself slump down against his own wall of the drawer, “I'm sorry.”

Silence reigned in the small prison, Ms. Holloway's voice nothing but distant and muffled thunder.

“I don't know how you did it for so long,” Judy whispered, her words slow and painful.

“What?”

“When I saw you that day, with your... your little loincloth all I could think was how I hadn't worn clothes in over a year,” she sobbed, “And I just thought, 'How could he live out here?' I couldn't comprehend it. When Lindsay asked if I ever thought about it being different the answer is I didn't until I saw you. The day I shrank, I was terrified. Not because I was afraid of being found, or by who, I wasn't anywhere near prepared for that reality. No, no, it all just happened at once, and then I was small. There was no warning, no few inches here or there, one attack and I was seven inches tall. It was a Friday, I thought I was going to starve to death over the weekend in a fucking bathroom. But then someone came in, a student, and I rushed toward them screaming for help. When I saw it was Haley, I thought I was lucky. She's...”

Judy's entire body shook as she sucked in a deep breath.

“She was a good kid. A little entitled, sure, but what private school kid with rich parents isn't going to be? She's a good student, she volunteers, she's involved... I thought to myself, 'Thank God it's Haley and not some kid I've never had in my classes or some creep like Mr. Borowitz!' And for a few days she seemed nice, but then it all came tumbling down but how else was it going to be? I had heard the stories. At least I was well fed and warm and things were good.”

Her blood shot eyes then turned to look directly at Dave, and the tiny man found himself pinned to the wall by her stare.

“And then I fucking saw you, literally a sewing needle sword away from being the hero in a children's book. That's when it hit me that things could have been different, but then a few months later, there you are again but this time you're at Sydney's feet, kissing and licking them just like I do. So you tell me, how the hell does escaping get us anywhere different in the end?”

Dave felt his lips part but no words came out.

Wiping her tears and snot against her own bare arms, Judy sniffled, “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

The bell rang, and a few seconds later, the drawer rumbled open.

Sydney's face filled the sky above them, “Aw, don't cry, little one.” Her pale fingers wrapped around Judy first, lifting her up and sliding her into her backpack, “You'll be back with Haley really soon.” She then smiled as she scooped Dave up, whispering, “I hope Ms. Holloway wasn't too mean to you little guy.”

Her big pink lips then brushed against his bare chest before she lowered him down into his pouch, shoving him down among her socks before the zipper closed, sealing him in the darkness with nothing but his thoughts.

“Ooo, what about her?”

From his spot on the ground, Dave couldn't help but lift his head up and turn to see who his enormous owner was referring to.

Across the vast expanse of warming cement, Dave saw a gigantic girl who was probably around the same age as his de facto owner, maybe a year or two younger or older, she was too far away for him to accurately tell. She was sitting hunched up on the curb and looked like she had stepped out of an episode of My So-Called Life; a dark choker on her neck, a drab and hefty coat that was too big for her slight frame, baggy ripped jeans, and thick Doc Marten boots that could have ground the tiny man up with ease.

Dave shuddered when he saw the boots, immediately reminded of Vanessa. Even though it had been almost four months since he had escaped her, it still terrified him to imagine how casually the gigantic redhead had been ready to destroy him. Turning back to look at the beige wall of Sydney's sneaker, he then craned his neck to look up her long leg to try and spy her face but all he could catch was the underside of her chin as it jutted toward the girl before being blocked by her omnipresent phone.

Being 'Lady' Sydney's pet person was far from ideal, but it had only taken Dave a few days of being in her care to realize it wouldn't be the nightmare that living under Vanessa's rule had been. There was the constant humiliation of being carried around in her backpack and paraded around in front of her friends, but she didn't seem intent on torturing him.

“Stomp,” came the voice of Sydney's best friend. The thunder of Mistress Haley's one word response was accompanied by the cement shivering beneath Dave's knees. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the other teen's former teacher Judy stumbling away from the girl's flatform Pumas. The two inch sole, half as tall as Dave was, ground against the sidewalk and produced a terrifying grating noise as pebbles the size of Dave's fist were scraped between the thick rubber and cement.

“Really?” Sydney said in disbelief, the toe of her left shoe bounced against the cement, and Dave looked skyward to see her pale blue eyes looking right at him. With a muttered apology, Dave scurried to close the gap between him and the toe, where he dragged his tongue across a thin band of metallic material that he knew Sydney expected to shine in the early Spring sun. “She looks like she's probably into art or whatever.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Glancing back over his shoulder, Dave saw that Judy was already hard at work removing scuff marks from Haley's thick sole. The relatively taller woman worked tirelessly for the teenager, not even reacting to the conversation going on in the heavens above her.

“I bet someone who's into art would be, like, perfect at doing your make-up. Why bother learning to do your own cat's eye, when you could have her do it for you?”

Dave moved to Sydney's other foot, lapping away at the bronze strip that stood out against the otherwise dull beige sneaker. Beyond her heel, he spotted a fence with a hole cut out around a drainage pipe. A few weeks ago, Dave would have seen the small space around that pipe as a window of escape for him and hopefully Judy. Instead though, he saw the vast distance they would have to cross; first the cement under or around the bench their respective giantesses were sitting on, and then a thick patch of tall grass.

Their pale bodies would have been like tiny beacons as they raced across what looked like two or three football fields to the shrunken man but that he knew was probably only one or two of Sydney's gargantuan strides. If they weren't able to squeeze through that hole one after the other, they would be captured again and punished almost instantly. Dave knew that the attempt could never be worth it, especially after Judy had finally shared her one escape attempt with him.

It had been a week and a half after she had seen him living free among the giants outside the coffee shop. The next time Haley let her out while they were there, she waited until the enormous teen had been distracted by her phone and then made a break for it. She had made it to the mouth of the alleyway before Haley had realized what was going on, and let out a shriek of rage that made Judy's ears ring.

The teen's mary janes had stomped furiously against the earth, all while Haley told Judy that if the little woman made her late to class, there would be hell to pay. The threat only made Judy run faster, her little legs carrying her onward down the alleyway, where she hoped to duck behind the coffee shop's trash cans and hide among the filth that Haley would never deign to touch. Her pale skin had stood out against the dark brick of the building though, and Haley didn't hesitate when she was spotted.

The giantess broke into a sprint that lasted three lightning fast steps. The last one turned into a kick that had sent Judy sailing through the air before she smashed face first into one of the plastic garbage bags from the coffee shop. The air knocked from her lungs and her ribs screaming in pain, the little woman's bruised body tumbled down the bag's side ripping it open and burying her in the shop's trash.

To Judy's surprise, Haley had picked her right up and carried her back into the shop. All around them, the eyes of enormous hipsters looked up from their laptops and watched as Haley carried her by one leg, upside down, into the bathroom to wash her off, and then back out again in a fist clenched so tight the shrunken woman couldn't breathe. Not a single one of the other giants spoke up, and when Judy was stuffed back into the backpack, all she had been able to do was cry.

Foolishly, she had assumed that her punishment was over but that night Haley fished her out from her backpack and set her down on her desk. The giantess started recording one of her youtube videos, talking about how Judy had acted out that day and embarrassed the enormous teen when she was supposed to be cleaning Haley's shoes. The giantess had then strung Judy up with shoe laces and proceed to flog her with an emery board, each whack scraping away bits of her skin.

Looking up the tight jeans of his gigantic owner, Dave wanted to believe that Sydney was too nice of a girl to be capable of doing that to him. Yet, it wasn't like she treated him with any sense of dignity, and she regularly terrorized him for no other reason than to amuse herself; holding him high over head, tossing him up into the air and catching him while trying to think, and placing the tall glass jar she kept him in in precarious positions.

His eyes then slid across the sky to where Haley's cherubic face was contorted with disgust as she watched the girl the two were still discussing. “-ather just stomp her. What's the point in trying them out for a few days if you can tell right from the start that they're going to be little bitches?”

“I guess,” Sydney sighed, “I just think it'd be fun to have enough little slaves that they could each have their own little jobs. Some just for painting my nails, one or two for make-up, another for getting stuff out from between my teeth-”

Haley sat up and Dave froze uncomfortably as her eyes landed on him, “What would you do with him?”

“Oh,” Sydney sat up causing her feet to pull away as she looked down at him. With both giantesses watching him, Dave had no choice but to scramble forward and proceed to lap away at the immense sneaker. The leather beneath his tongue rippled as Sydney wiggled her toes within it, “I think I'd keep him as my little shoe slave.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Haley giggled as she watched Dave crouch down over Sydney's sneaker.

“He's just so good at it,” Sydney's toes continued to wiggle, forcing Dave to awkwardly hover over the sneaker to avoid being smacked in the face, “Seriously, it makes me wonder if people who shrink are just predisposed to be servants or something.”

Haley's giggles continued to boom in Dave's ears before she asked, “Do you think he likes them?”

“Them?”

“Do you think he likes your feet?”

“What?” Sydney's huge sneakers slid back a few inches and Dave paused, nervously looking up as the giantess's shadow rolled over him. Her brow was knit in confusion as she looked down at him, as if only suddenly realizing for the first time that he was a shrunken person and not a 'Shrinkee'. “Is that even... a thing?”

“Oh come on,” Haley's voice boomed, “Have you never seen some of the comments people leave on my channel?” The enormous girl began to swipe through her phone, and Dave cringed as he imagined the comments people might leave on it. He shuddered as he saw the strange glee on Haley's face as she scrolled through them and then leaned over to show Sydney.

A soft smack filled the air, and Dave turned to see Judy sent tumbling toward him as Haley angled herself so she could cram in closer to her friend. Glancing up to see both giantesses' faces obscured by Haley's phone he cautiously crept forward and helped Judy back up onto her feet.

“Ew!” Was Sydney's response as Haley continued to scroll through, “What is wrong with people?”

“I don't know,” Haley replied, the words broken apart by her hearty laughter, “But they exist.”

Sydney's blue eyes suddenly bolted Dave in place on the cement of the sidewalk, her enormous face was still contorted with disgust, leaving her mouth hanging open, reminding the tiny man that the giant girl could easily swallow him whole. Slowly, her mouth closed and her brow started to furrow once again, “How would I even know?”

“Well, when boys like something,” Haley's voice dripped with mock condescension as she trailed off.

“Gross,” was Sydney's immediate response, but the giantess continued to lean forward, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses to look at Dave, “How would I even know if it was... like, it's so small to begin with...”

The shrunken man found himself cowering down to the ground, unwilling to expose himself to the teenage titans above him just so they could humiliate him further.

The toe of Haley's sneaker slammed down next to him, causing Judy to scamper behind Haley's huge feet while he shuffled nervously in the opposite direction. “Aw, look at him, he's so embarrassed,” Haley cooed and the shadow hanging over him deepened as she leaned forward, “I bet it was fucking tiny before he shrunk too.”

A dark gleam flashed in the brunette's eyes, making Dave flinch. Suddenly his world was enveloped in warm flesh and he let out a terrified screech as he was lifted up into the air, fearing he was about to be inspected by the cruel giantess. The tiny man became much calmer as he realized it was Sydney who had snatched him up as she lowered him into the small purse she carried when not at school.

“Whatever,” Sydney's voice boomed above him as she started to yank the zipper of the purse closed. Dave tried to scramble deeper into the purse but he instantly stopped as Sydney's fingers brushed against him, leaving his head and shoulders sticking out while his feet stood upon a firm plastic surface. As the giantess lifted up her purse and the plastic wobbled back and forth, the tiny man quickly realized he was standing atop a tampon applicator. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Haley said, her voice deflated as she dropped her own purse on the ground, “Get in, loser.” From his place dangling beneath Sydney's arm, Dave watched as the girls' shrunken teacher rushed from her place beneath the bench and hopped into Haley's purse, instantly standing up as the walls rose around her and Haley swung her larger purse up onto her shoulder.

Within seconds, the topic shifted to the giantesses' friends, the boys that they liked, what colleges they were still waiting to hear back from, and their opinions on clothes and jewelry that they saw in various stores. Watching the gigantic world whirl by with constant commentary from the two teens blasting over head, Dave found himself staggered by how normal it all seemed in spite of the fact that he was four inches tall and standing on top of a tampon. As he stood wobbling back and forth atop the plastic tube, staring at cheap earrings that Sydney was perusing, he was stunned by how many times over the past few months he had ridden in her purse while she shopped.

The little man began to shake as the realization that the months had passed by so quickly to him slammed into him like a freight train. When he had been in Vanessa's possession, the days had seemed to drag on forever, each tick of the clock waiting for her to come home had felt like an eternity. As Sydney's slave though, the days seemed to blur together. He was never more than a few feet from the enormous girl, and even when he wasn't being forced to perform some demeaning task, he was listening to or watching her go about her life.

Held in place by her purse's zipper, he suddenly felt like he had come out of a hazy weekend of binge watching a tv show while lazing about on the couch eating take out and drinking beer.

Is this going to be the rest of my life? Dave asked himself, painfully craning his neck to see the look of concentration on Sydney's face as she tried on different bracelets. His eyes widened as he watched her pink lips break apart in a smile as she held one up and immediately showed it to Haley. The two giantesses laughed as they toyed with it, and at first Dave had trouble figuring out what was so interesting about the thin golden band.

Then he caught sight of the clasp.

It was designed to look like a one inch tall person who looked like they were being drawn and quartered. The actual clasp was the person's midsection, and as Sydney opened and closed it, Dave found himself flinching again and again. To him, each time sounded like the enormous girl was snapping the tiny person in half.

The world shifted as Sydney crouched down to inspect where she had found the bracelet and Dave whimpered as the tampon shook hard enough that he feared he'd plunge into the darkness of the purse. He watched as her long pale fingers sifted through similar bracelets until she found one where the clasp looked like a shrunken woman. Sydney giggled as she handed it over to her friend, “For you, Mistress Haley.”

“Why thank you, Lady Sydney,” Haley responded, her voice equally huffy and officious as she added, “It will be perfect for the upcoming season!”

“Quite!” Sydney replied in a fake British accent, sending both girls into fits of laughter as they walked up to the jewelry counter.

The world swayed with each one of Sydney's steps, and Dave found his stomach twisting as the purse holding him was set down firmly on the counter. A twenty-something cashier stepped up and asked the girls if they had found everything they were looking for as she rang up the bracelets. Dave craned his head back to watch the woman's smile falter as she realized which bracelets the girls were buying.

Her brown eyes suddenly noticed him staring back up at her, and then he watched them flicker over to Haley's purse where Judy was standing with her breasts bare to the world. The big eyes widened, and her voice started to quiver as Haley and Sydney both presented their parents' credit cards. Sensing the women's anxiety, both girls began to giggle and Dave watched as Haley's finger tapped Judy's head, making the shrunken woman slouch further down with each hit.

The zipper holding Dave in place was pulled back and he fell backwards into the purse. His back hit the hard plastic of the tampon and knocked the wind out of his body, leaving him staring up at Sydney's smiling face as she dropped the receipt and card into her purse and then slipped the bracelet on. Her fingers then descended once again, and Dave shivered as they wrapped around him and lifted him up into the air before dropping him onto the cool glass of the jewelry case.

The cashier stood there as she processed Haley's payment, her eyes constantly darting back to where Dave was sprawled out on the counter completely nude while Sydney simply rearranged the contents of her purse. Dave watched as she casually dug about the small purse, pretending to look for something as the cashier's gaze lay heavy upon his naked body. He wanted to cover himself but turning his head slightly he saw Haley watching him like a hawk, her fingers already curved back ready to flick him if he so much as tried.

Finally, Sydney pulled out a small tube of chapstick and quickly applied some before dropping it back in her purse. She then lifted Dave back up and carefully set him to purposefully stand in her purse once more, his only consolation that this time he was sitting atop her wallet rather than a tampon. Casually picking up her purse, both girls told the cashier to have a nice day and walked out.

They made it five feet out of the store before collapsing to giggles once again.

“Ok, what about her?” Sydney immediately asked as they walked back toward the parking lot.

“Oh definitely stomp,” Haley announced and Dave watched as she lifted her knee up high and then let her thick soled sneaker drop onto the floor with a dull thud. Even high up in the air, Dave swore he could feel the thunderous blow.

“Come ooooon,” Sydney whined as they left the mall.

“No, she was too scared of us already and she's still big.”

The pair prattled on while Dave stood atop Sydney's wallet, trying to take slow calming breaths, terrified that this is what his life had been reduced to.

In the pocket of Sydney's backpack, all Dave could do was listen to the immense sound of her enormous world.

When the crashing horrific noise of the girl's locker room had penetrated his sock stuffed world after an entire day of listening to enormous teachers, the tiny man was able to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that he would have a few hours to himself while Sydney went to track practice. Lockers crashed open and shut, the gigantic girls' booming voices echoed off every conceivable surface while his prison swayed back and forth inside Sydney's locker. A bit of light peeked in through a hole in the zipper and then one of her long slender fingers slithered in to wiggle about.

His cheeks flushing with embarrassment, Dave pushed his way through Sydney's old socks and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of her finger pad, knowing it was what the enormous girl wanted.

“Thanks, little guy.”

She whispered the words directly into the small zipper hole, and Dave recoiled from the sheer force of her breath. Warm humid air filled his little prison, briefly robbing him of anything to breathe but her minty exhalation before she lifted her head away and fresh air rushed in. A second later the zipper was closed, and then the locker slammed shut with a terrifying crash.

He could briefly hear the coach giving the girls some kind of psych up speech as they took to the track, but all Dave could do was lay back into the thick socks around him and close his eyes. Fatigue rolled over him as the tiny man finally processed how he had ever let an endless parade of humiliation become his life after thinking on it for days.

The simple fact of the matter was that being Lady Sydney's pet left him too exhausted to resist or escape her grasp.

His days started with him waking up in a cold glass jar situated somewhere in her vast bedroom. That morning he awoke to find himself high atop her bookshelf, trying to remember why she had put him up there and failing before her enormous pale hand snatched his jar from its place. He immediately tipped forward, slamming face first into frigid glass wall and then was sent smacking around his cylindrical prison all while Sydney's laughter pummeled him from the heavens. When she had finally bored of smacking him about, she dumped him onto the ground in front of her pink Nikes and announced that they'd have to look perfect for her track meet that afternoon.

With his small frame already screaming in agony, Dave had dragged himself forward to start lapping away and picking at the immense pieces of footwear. The lightweight running sneakers reeked from months of collected foot sweat, the awful rancid stench of it combining with her tropical soap to create a strong ever present miasma that smelled like rotting produce. The worst part of the smell was the fact that his giantess master didn't seem to notice, she occasionally commented about needing to get new running shoes but not because these ones smelled repulsive but because they were starting to show a minimal amount of wear and tear.

By the time he finished choking his way through the task, Sydney arrived in a freshly showered and breakfasted whirlwind. Her feet stomped every which way as she got ready for her day, and all Dave could do was cower between her disgusting shoes hoping she didn't kick them aside until she lifted them skyward and he scurried for the safety of her desk. Eventually, she finished getting dressed, briefly inspected her saddle shoes and then either commanded him to give them a once over or jump into his pouch.

By the time he dove headfirst into her pack, every single one of his muscles felt like it was on fire. And that would be when she started walking, making his whole world shake and shudder with each one of her enormous and oblivious strides.

Then came a day at school where he was pulled out and toyed with at every single opportunity. If he wasn't forced to clean her shoes in study hall, he'd be forced to beg her friends or teammates for scraps of their lunch, all of them laughing and giggling at the sight of an adult literally pleading with them for food.

Today one of the sophomores on the volleyball team had made him dance for a cheese coated hunk of hamburger.

The teenage tyrant literally held the piece over his head between her richly tanned and perfectly manicured fingers, grinding it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger. From his position on the table, he could barely make out the features of her face, obscured by her small bosom and her immense height. At first he had tried to simply shuffle back and forth, hoping that the simple move would be enough, but the giantess had made a big show of yawning in response. Dave then tried some over exaggerated hand gestures that made it look like he was sort of doing the hustle. While that made some of the girls at the table giggle it only made the sophomore demand something better before smashing her free hand against the table.

With the wood still shaking beneath him, Dave had finally tried out some half-assed break dancing he hadn't tried to do since he was drunk in high school. Only after he had thoroughly debased himself by attempting to do the worm did the hunk of beef finally land with a soft plop on the table. As he raced to stuff it into his face, he looked up to see that every giantess seated at the table had their phones out and had been eagerly recording his performance.

Tears had streamed down his face as he listened to their phones buzz with notifications of the likes and comments that were no doubt pouring in. Before he even got a quarter of the hamburger chunk into his mouth though, Sydney had lifted him into the sky because their social media storm was attracting the attention of teachers.

Laying in her bag, his stomach churning with a half-eaten digesting meal, Dave was at least thankful how often Sydney tried to shield him from the likes of Ms. Holloway. Haley seemed to accept the blonde teacher tormenting him and Judy as the cost of doing business, but Sydney didn't like it for reasons Dave still couldn't fathom. She clearly didn't care about his well-being and she had no idea how often he had been forced to ride out the better part of the day in Ms. Holloway's panties, eating her out at either end.

He shrugged against the socks that padded the backpack pouch she kept him in, like making him kiss her finger before a volleyball game or track meet, it was just one of the teenaged giantess's eccentricities. As much as they confused him, Dave had to admit that they were better than the weird games that Vanessa purposefully played just to keep him on his toes. Still, as he let his eyelids droop down and gave into the fatigue, he knew that he had to start plotting a way out sooner rather than later.

A cacophony of cheerful voices told Dave that things had gone well.

Locker doors crashed open, the chatter rose and fell as the giant girls went to and returned from the distant roaring showers. He heard Sydney undress and disappear, other giantesses walking by chatting away as they did, somehow none of them tempted to go rooting around for him in Sydney's backpack. Dave had always assumed that Vanessa had kept him imprisoned in her home not only because she was afraid he would try to escape but also that others would steal him. Yet, not a single one of Sydney's classmates had ever made a move to take him and if he wasn't good enough to steal, Dave doubted he was good enough to set free.

Sydney returned, and then it was the sound of her getting dressed, the strange sense of weightlessness as she tossed her backpack on, and finally the thumps of her feet hitting the floor as she started walking. The sounds of the city filled the air next, dying down just as quickly as they had appeared, and then the ear ringing crashes of the front door opening and closing.

Doubly muffled by his ringing ears, he heard her rush up the two flights of stairs to her bedroom. Her mother, as usual, wasn't at her own townhouse. Dave still didn't know much about Sydney's mother other than she was gorgeous and was almost never home. As far as he knew, Sydney's father was either dead or long gone. During his darkest moments, Dave hoped that Sydney's father had shrunk just like him, and was being tortured by someone just like his daughter before pushing the thoughts away.

Light flooded into his world followed by Sydney's fingers, she yanked him up into the sky with a wide smile on her face before dropping him directly into 'his' jar. Landing in a painful heap against the hard glass floor, Dave forced himself up to his feet only to recoil away from Sydney's uncovered vagina hovering over him in the heavens.

The titanic teen held no qualms about getting naked in front of him, and as far as he could tell, she never had. He had hoped after Haley had told the gigantic girl about fetishes over the weekend that she might have stopped getting naked in front of him, at least for her own sake of modesty, but nothing changed.

Above him, Sydney's auburn pubes rippled as she stretched, terrifying grunts echoing off the walls as she worked the last kinks out of her body. She turned about, and Dave breathed a sigh of relief as her genitals were replaced by her milky well toned buttocks. He tried to look away but watching her glutes flex against her pale skin as she walked to her dresser was oddly mesmerizing. A second later and her bare bottom was covered by a field of bright aquamarine.

She let her hair down, and the half wet mass thankfully spilled across her perky breasts, saving him the trouble of averting his eyes as she passed by, not paying him any attention as she went. From her closet she pulled a loose breezy shirt and a pair of loose shorts that hung low on her hips. The giantess then crossed to him and without warning, Dave's prison was snatched into the sky.

The tiny man was shoved hard against the wall of the jar by the sheer g-forces of her swinging arm and then sent stumbling forward into the opposite wall before the process repeated itself, again and again. As she walked, the world blurring around him, the only sound that Dave could hear was the thick-thwack of her slides against her immense bare feet.

Everything came to a brief halt, and then Dave was bodily thrown out of the jar.

He screamed at the top of his lungs as he tumbled end over end through the air before crashing shoulder-first onto a coffee table. Dave lay atop it, panting and trying to will the pain away as Syndey's phone followed by her calculus textbook crashed down on either side of him.

“Ugh,” Sydney's single annoyed grunt echoed across the world as she collapsed onto an enormous couch with a noise that had more in common with the report of an artillery shell than a girl sitting down. This was followed by the softer thuds of her slides being kicked off before she leaned forward and picked up her math book with an annoyed look.

She then produced a pair of earbuds to plug into her phone and started up a playlist. Once she finished her math homework preparations, she opened a nearby drawer and produced a bottle of lotion that Haley had helped her rig up so he could pump out the pina colada scented goop himself. A weight sat atop the pump and a hefty piece of string was wrapped around both, allowing him to pump lotion himself with a solid yank.

Her feet crashed down next to the bottle a moment later, and then the titaness's command came down, “Massage and lotion, little man.”

The major drawback of Haley's system was that it didn't allow the lotion to be caught on your arms. Standing beneath the bottle's pump, Dave yanked hard and was instantly coated with a canary yellow cream that smelled so strongly of its artificial flavors that he could actually taste them.

Half-blind from the stinging goop, Dave rushed to the pink and red monoliths that were Sydney's feet and practically slammed himself into her wrinkled sole. The taut muscles flexed in response as he winced from the pain of shoving his now tender shoulder against her heel like a linebacker pushing a tackling sled. Once he got most of the lotion off his body, he shifted to massaging it into her flesh by hand.

Every so often, when she decided he was done working on a particular part of her foot, the entire monstrous ped would shift without warning. Dave would be sent scrambling to safety as it crashed forward or to the side, kicking up a foot-scented gust of wind while her joints popped in the background.

Panting and coated with sweat that made him smell like a bar during spring break, Dave screeched in terror as her left foot rose up and then suddenly fell forward. Instantly his body pivoted, trying to turn, but he slipped on a puddle of his own sweat and landed face first. A second later, her foot crashed down, sending a gust of wind rolling across his tiny body.

Dave felt nothing and at first, it made his heart pump harder, terrified that she had literally paralyzed him without thinking. Then as he tried to wiggle his big toe, he realized that his legs were still working, they were just firmly pinned beneath the arch of Sydney's foot. Most of his body was free of the immense ped but his own legs were completely engulfed by her freshly massaged flesh.

Swallowing his dignity, he pleadingly called to her with all of his might, “Lady Sydney! Please! Lady Sydney!”

The giantess offered no response, and then he watched her right foot crash down, rise up, and crash down again. His eyes widened each time he saw her foot smash against the wood, sending a terrible quake through it to rattle his bones. Then he realized that she couldn't hear him because she was listening to music and tapping her foot to the beat.

Cursing to himself, Dave flopped down once more, entirely defeated by the giantess's unconscious movement. Laying beneath the sole, he could feel the sweat forming on the underside of her massive ped serving as a glue that left his lotion slick legs stuck to her body. Her muscles twitched, and he jerked with them only to flop down once more against the coffee table.

In the distance, he could hear her pencil scratching against the paper, followed by the loud flapping of the textbook's pages as she referenced something, and it was all girded by the echoing beat of the music she was listening to. Dave couldn't make sense of the melody from where he was pinned beneath her foot, but he could distinctly hear the roll of drums and bass leaking out from the earbuds. Grunting, he tried to get comfortable and enjoy the vague music, which he reasoned was at least better than being forced to listen to whatever was popular with teenage girls that week.

Exhaustion began to overtake Dave as he rested his head against his tiny arm and her thick foot continued to gently press against his feet. His eyes once again drooped down and his breathing became more regular.

“Errrgh!”

The enraged groan, pushed through immense gritted teeth, immediately yanked Dave from the brink of slumber. Barely remembering that he was trapped beneath Sydney's foot, he screamed as he felt her immense muscles begin to flex. Her foot moved forward and dragged him forcefully along the way, peeling him from the wood only to then forcefully rub him against it as Sydney's gigantic foot continued forward.

With no warning it shot up into the sky, and for a single terrifying second he was yanked up with it, still stuck to the arch of her foot via stale sweat and pina colada-scented lotion. Dave didn't have time to shout as the bond dissipated before he could suck in the breath to do so. The tiny man tried to roll in mid-air as he fell the short distance to the ground, and landed hard on his other shoulder. Pain instantly radiated across his back, forcing him to writhe on the coffee table in a desperate attempt to find some way to alleviate it.

High above, he could hear the sound of Sydney erasing a solid swath of the page she was working on, followed by her voice echoing out, “Ya know, you're a lucky little shit.”

Sucking in deep gasping breaths, Dave slowly turned his head to look at her, wincing as his joints popped from the motion.

Sydney had set her notebook down on her lap, and had leveled her substantial gaze upon where he sat between her monolithic feet, their toes wiggling high above where he couldn't reach even if he jumped. “No one would ever expect a shrinkee to do calculus,” the immense teen sulked as she started to sketch out the equation again, “You get completely taken care of and in exchange you just have to do a couple little things for me here or there.”

Dave shut his eyes and tried to slow his breathing as he listened to her tirade continue.

“After this it'll be college, then I don't know, I guess maybe grad school or some job or whatever,” her toes drummed against the coffee table, each one sending a tremor out through his shrunken body, “I'll be working and you'll just be my little pet.”

One of her immense toes crashed down against his gut, shooting the air from his lungs and making his limbs flop about. Slowly, the thick toe began to grind against his bare stomach, shooting waves of nausea throughout his tiny frame.

“Your whole life is squared away already and I honestly don't see what else you would even want at your size.” She sighed, her pencil still scratching away in her notebook, “Could you imagine trying to live out there? Dirty and hungry all the time, constantly terrified that some hawk might swoop down and eat you up... I guess a cat's more likely, I don't know.”

Her whole body shuddered as she thought about it, making Dave's bones shake in response.

“Anyway,” the toe wiggled against him, “I can see some dirt under my toenails, so why don't you dig that out and then later tonight I'll probably have you paint them. What color do you think would be good? I bought this new blue polish, it's like a matte robin's egg, I think it'd be perfect.”

Nodding along as Sydney began to prattle on, obviously expecting no response from him, Dave realized her toe was still resting atop him. Looking up, he groaned and lifted his leaden arm to begin scraping gunk and dirt out from beneath her nail. Given their immense difference in size, Dave always expected this job to be easy, but instead it was back breaking labor to force his hand between her nail and plump toe to get at the mixture of dirt, lint, and dead skin that collected between them over the course of the day.

Sydney shifted her toes slowly as she continued to work on her homework, the toes taking up more and more of Dave's body until he was buried beneath them, digging dirt from beneath her pinky toenail. All the while, Sydney would occasionally start prattling on about other goings on in her life as if he was supposed to care about them.

“-boys can be so weird-”

He flinched as her right foot rolled over his body and she began to ramble on about Chase, a classmate she clearly had a crush on. She never passed up an opportunity to show him off to the boy-king of her school, and Chase was always amused when she compared Dave to his enormous physique. Every time it happened, Dave would have terrifying flashbacks of Trevor's immense manhood looming over his tiny world, but thankfully he had never been around Chase or Sydney if they had gotten intimate. Even being a constant companion to Sydney's life, he was thankfully unaware of certain aspects of it.

Beside him, the collection of nail dirt had grown into a disgusting pile that left a fetid stench in the air, clashing with the artificial sweetness of Sydney's lotion. He grimaced at it as Sydney's toes, now clean, began to rock him back and forth like he was little ball, each time pushing him dangerously close to the small mound of gunk.

“Finally,” Sydney announced, casting aside her enormous notebook before lifting her foot off of Dave's body right before he could roll into the muck.

Breathing his own sigh of relief, he watched as Sydney rose up and slipped her feet into her slides before bending down and picking him up. He forced himself to hang limp, a technique that had taken him weeks to master, as she lifted him high into the sky and then brought him down to the floor where she dropped him into his jar. His buttocks and back bounced hard against the cool glass, and he grunted in response but the gigantic girl didn't notice from her place high up in the heavens.

On either side of him, the plain black rubber of the sandals squeaked as she flexed her bare soles. Meanwhile, he waited for her hand to return and carry him off to wherever she was planning on going. Instead though, the huge feet lifted into the sky, and her quake-inducing steps made the jar practically sing as it shook. His eyes remained fixed on her bare feet and the thick soles beneath them as they smashed down carpet fibers and then smacked loudly against the kitchen's tiled floor.

Dave suddenly found himself releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

The giantess's talk of essentially keeping him forever made his heart pump hard with terror. The notion of being her slave was daunting enough, but as he watched her feet smash down without a care in the world, Dave was reminded of how close she came to accidentally crushing him on a regular basis. Sydney operated under the assumption that it was part of his job to get out of her way, and over the past few months he had completely accepted that fact.

Now staring out after her, his body screaming with aches and pains, he found his breathing coming faster as he tried to imagine scrambling out of her way during her college years or her early twenties. Dave wasn't that far removed from those years himself, and he remembered his immediate post-college life in New York City. Getting drunk with his roommates to the point where it was a challenge to stumble back to bed had been a regular occurrence, and none of them kept tiny prisoners on the floor of their bedrooms.

Shaking his head back and forth, the more he thought about it, the more Dave realized that he might not even make it to her early twenties.

He needed a way out of Sydney's life and he needed it fast.

His eyes drifted to the sky above him though and his shoulders slumped. Dave loathed to admit that Sydney had so easily neutered any hope of escape by keeping him in a jar rather than a cage but she had. It was a tall jar, more than double his height, and the smooth glass walls offered no hand holds. Even if he wanted to get out to simply fling himself to his death from the top of her bookshelf, he wouldn't have been able to manage it.

Sydney stomped back and crashed down onto the couch, her feet dangling off of it and filling the sky above him. The sound of the television was accompanied by the light thwacking of her bouncing the slide against her heel over and over again, while Dave looked around the vast expanse of Sydney's home.

All around him were heavy pieces of furniture that he could have hid under or behind. And while he knew that Sydney and her mother were practically super-strong in comparison to him, he doubted that they would actually be able to shove the heavy wooden pieces about without assistance. Once he had successfully hid, it would just be a matter of time before he found a way out or managed to sneak out with them.

Dave knew that the townhouse was close enough to the downtown area that Sydney could walk to and from her school, and while that meant it might take him the better part of a week to cross that distance, it wasn't insurmountable. Once he was in the city center, all Dave would need to do was find out how to get to a bus or train station, smuggle onto something heading south and then he could live the rest of his tiny life scavenging in Austin or Miami.

Sprawled out at the bottom of his jar, he found himself smiling at the thought of hanging out at a Miami beach, watching gorgeous giantesses stroll by while he chowed down on a cubano they didn't finish.

It sounded perfect.

All he needed, Dave told himself, was a chance.

The doorbell rang at the front of the house, and Sydney let out an excited squeal. Her legs swung swiftly downward and Dave jerked back as the black rubber sole of her slide smashed hard against his prison. The whole thing tipped forward and he went with it as it hit the carpet with a soft thud.

Dave's eyes went wide as he stared out at the opening before him. He briefly looked up to the sky, and whispered, “Thank you,” and then scrambled forward to freedom.

The tiny man scrambled like mad through the open mouth of his jar, even as his hands and knees got tangled in the plush carpet fibers he continued to scramble, but then in the distance he heard his owner's voice echo out like thunder, “Keep the change.”

With those three words, Dave found himself pushing up against the floor and coming to his feet. He stumbled, his muscles protesting after spending a day confined among Sydney's socks and then massaging her immense peds, but he pressed onward. As he got used to the weird sensation of running through the thick carpet fibers, which was something between marching through snow and thick underbrush, the shrunken man began to pick up speed.

Thwack-Boom! Thwack-Boom!

Sydney's steps grew louder, the rise of her foot punctuated by the slide slapping against her heel before her whole foot crashed down again. Dave's breaths came faster, slightly more ragged, but he desperately tried to keep them measured as he ran down the length of the couch. On the far side was a heavy wooden end table that had a skirt that made it look like it was flush with the ground.

The giantess's excited hum filled his ears, and the floor beneath him began to quake.

As Sydney's shadow fell over his world, Dave threw himself down onto his belly and shimmied across the carpet, the fibers surprisingly soft against his bare skin. Pressing down the carpet as best as he could, he yanked himself through the thin gap between the end table's skirt and the floor itself. Once on the other side, the fibers sprang back up and he found himself in nearly complete darkness. Everywhere he turned, the carpet created an almost seamless mouth with the end table, and despite the inherent discomfort of trapping himself inside a place he couldn't see, Dave found his heart rate actually slowing.

Then he heard the loud groan of Sydney settling down on the couch, and his heart beat slightly faster, knowing that this would be the moment she would discover him missing. Instead though, he heard the amplified sound of her opening a pizza box, and licking her lips as the greasy smell filled the room. The television roared to life, but even though he couldn't hear it, months of listening to the girl eat had ingrained the sounds into his head.

While he could dimly hear her feet slide out of her sandals, and then crash down onto the coffee table as she relaxed, all Dave could hear in his own head was the sound of her enormous lips smacking against each other, her teeth grinding up food, and the ever present sound of her gulping down her dinner. Sometimes, as he had watched the girl devour what to him appeared to be mountains of food, he wondered what it sounded like to other people? Did she sound like some kind of monster who didn't understand etiquette to them or was it all completely normal?

Was it only distorted and terrifying to him because every time he had seen her eat, it had been easy to imagine himself speared on the end of her fork or wriggling alongside other toppings on a slice of pizza?

Dave found himself shaking with terror, followed quickly by a rumbling of hunger from his own belly. “Oh God,” he muttered to himself as he became acutely aware of how empty his own stomach was, and then quickly, of how dry his mouth would become in a short span of time. He did his best to keep his breathing slow and steady as he realized that the townhouse was not the wilds of the city for a man his size.

There would not be caches of food or water they couldn't keep him out of.

“Shit,” he smacked his fist against the ground in frustration.

A small voice in the back of his head urged him to scramble forward, and stealthily crawl back to his jar. Sydney clearly hadn't noticed yet, but every passing second brought her closer and closer to remembering that her four inch tall servant might want to not starve that evening. If he went back fast enough, she would never even know that he had made the attempt.

But Dave would know and the thought of crawling back to be the teenager's slave just so he didn't have to be a little hungry or thirsty made his empty stomach twist itself about in disgust. If he needed to get out fast, then he would do his best to get out fast.

Slowly, still on his belly, he spun himself away from where he had slipped under the end table and toward the opposite side from the couch. Carefully, he crawled like a soldier toward the thin slit of light, and then pushed it open to look for his next hiding place.

“Alright, little man,” Sydney's voice echoed in the distant heavens, “Time for some dinn-”

Her voice was cut off by a gasp of shock that was instantly followed by a truly violent earthquake as her feet crashed down. Everything continued to shake as she threw herself back onto the couch and, from what Dave could make out, checked the soles of her feet for stains. He then heard her lift up her slides before they crashed back to the ground, followed by her full weight slamming back to the floor.

“Where are you, you little shit?”

The words sent a chill down Dave's spine as he heard them echo out across the room. He knew she would be upset, but he had expected the teen to sound pouty and annoyed. Instead, he heard a cold barely concealed rage beneath the words that was punctuated by her powerful footfalls as she marched around the room.

Instinctively, the tiny man found himself curling up as the floor entered a period of continuous shaking as she started to shove things about as best as she could. The couch cushions were flipped over, followed by her body crashing against the ground to look beneath it. Behind him, Dave could see the bright white light of her phone scouring the couch's underside. This was followed by her making an entire circuit of the room, and each time she turned up nothing he heard her release an enraged grunt.

“What the fuck?!”

With each word, the giantess's pitch had gone higher and the volume exploded until Dave was literally left deafened. All he could hear was a singular muffled ringing as the floor continued to rumble beneath him as Sydney stomped about.

His own prison had never been shifted in her search, and he could only be thankful for the fact that she didn't realize he had actually been able to hide beneath it. Still, Dave realized the time before she thought to wrench it up was rapidly dwindling, and so he pressed down the carpet fibers blocking his path.

Sydney's feet crashed down directly in front of him, and he bit down hard on his lip to avoid screaming in terror. Atop the black platforms of her sandals, he watched the knuckles of her toes turn white as she curled them in frustration. She thankfully didn't scream this time, but her all-powerful feet remained directly in front of him, barring his passage to what he thought might be a bookshelf or maybe even a china closet on the far wall, a path that offered lots of cover between a club chair and a floor lamp.

Laying on the ground, watching Syndey's toes flex in rage, the sound of her voice slowly distinguished itself from the loud ringing in his ears, “-ise I won't punish you. If, and only if, you come out right now.”

Her right foot rose up and then smashed down against the carpet, sending a gust of air billowing across Dave's body while shaking the ground beneath it. She tapped her foot two more times before it disappeared into the heavens and stomped down in a horrific crash that sent Dave skidding back several feet.

“What the fuck?” This time she didn't scream, but he could hear the bratty frustration he had been expecting earlier. “Why the hell won't you come out here you little shit?”

Dave's heart began to pound as he watched her toes curl in rage once again, and he suddenly wondered if she actually knew where he was. It didn't make any sense, if she knew he was under the end table, she would just lift it up. She doesn't know, Dave told himself and this was quickly followed by the unbidden thought, Vanessa Clearwater is not a Goddess.

Those thoughts gave him the strength to remain where he was.

“You'll starve you know,” Sydney's voice boomed out but her immense peds retreated from his view as she stepped toward the center of the room, “I don't leave crumbs on the ground for you to eat and neither does my Mom. So if you think you can hide out like some kind of little rat, you're wrong.”

Dave didn't dare poke his head out to see where she was, she had to eventually go back to the big gigantic life she had been complaining about. All he had to do was wait.

“And if you think I'll want you back when you're some half-starved tiny piece of shit, you're really wrong,” venom built up in Sydney's voice as she spoke, “If I see you around my house after tonight, I will squish you just like that.”

He felt the distant quake of her foot smashing against the floor, punctuated by her saying, “Splat!”

He could hear her picking up her things, but then he heard the soft sound of her carefully setting something down in the center of the carpet, “You have amnesty for one night, little man. If you're in your jar when my Mom gets home, there's no punishment. If you're in it by the time I go to school tomorrow, then there will only be a little punishment. If I find you after that, it's squishing time.”

Sydney's immense footfalls then grew distant, and within a few seconds he heard her stomping up the stairs.

A giddy laugh began to bubble up inside Dave as he realized that for some reason, Sydney actually thought this would be enough to get him to be her slave again. Shaking his head, Dave gently pulled himself out from beneath the end table, and rather than immediately duck for cover beneath the book case, he instead turned toward the kitchen.

There were few things that Dave knew he could take for granted, but he knew that there was a huge gulf of time between when Sydney ate dinner and her mother actually returned home. Trekking across the vast living room, Dave quickly realized he knew almost nothing of the gigantic townhouse's layout. He knew what Sydney's room looked like but that was because it was one of the few places she let him out of his jar to simply walk around. With her door firmly shut, there had never been any escape or place to hide in the teenager's room.

The kitchen itself was sleek and modernist, with polished tile that was cold beneath the little man's bare feet. Shivering as he passed beneath cabinets he couldn't hope to open, Dave quickly realized that Sydney was right; they didn't leave crumbs. Passing through the kitchen, he spotted the entrance to some kind of sunroom, which might have been a good place to mount an escape from if the sliding glass door to it wasn't firmly shut and well weatherized.

Turning into a room Dave could only describe as a 'front parlor' he found more heavy pieces of furniture he could hide beneath but none of them were close to the front door or a door to the garage that he found. If Sydney or her mother were to open either one, he would have to run across a wide amount of open ground to reach them. Even if the giantesses didn't notice him, the doors would end up shut. And if they did...

Standing near the center of the parlor, the tiny man shuddered at the thought of it.

Suddenly, Dave heard the sound of a car pulling up.

Turning to a gigantic front window, he realized just how dark it had become. Hearing the mechanical sound of a garage door opener, he started jogging toward the door that would lead to the garage, but then he heard the car pull in and garage door going down before he had barely made it a quarter of the way. Stifling a scream, he turned around and bolted for the far side of the room where the shadow of an impressive china cabinet and coat stand met beside a standing piano.

The door to the garage opened up, bringing with it a cold wind followed by the regal form of Sydney's mother. Dave's breathing came fast as he loped through the shadow and dove beneath the piano, skidding across the floor until he came to a stop.

From the floor, he watched as the older woman stepped into the room. Like every time he had seen her she was dressed in upscale business attire, not too nice to be called formal but several cuts above the cheap suits and dresses that had been common at Dave's old job. The tiny man's heart skipped a beat for a moment as he tried to remember what it was like to wear clothing and found it difficult.

Click-boom!

She always seemed to be wearing heels, even the few glimpses of her he had gotten on the weekends, she wore heels. Now, in the middle of the work week, she was wearing a pair of black leather boots with stiletto heels and a severely pointed toe. Her footsteps filled the room with sound as she crossed to the coat stand and shrugged out of her light jacket, her heavy statement necklace jingling as she did. Poking his head out from beneath the piano, Dave watched as her steely eyes scanned the floor.

“Hmph,” was all she said as she walked off into the kitchen.

The tiny man could do nothing but remain frozen in place as he heard the soft pop of a wine cork followed by the tinkling sound of wine being poured. Then came more distant footsteps and another annoyed noise. Lights were extinguished across the first floor, and then Dave turned to watch Sydney's mother enter from the living room where his jar sat waiting for him.

In the remaining light cast from the stairway, Dave watched as the woman tore into a slice of cold pizza. This time he could hear the loud smacking of her lips and grinding of her teeth, and as she lifted a glass of dark red wine up to her lips, the tiny man heard the loud gulps of the giantess as she tossed back enough wine for him to drown in.

“I can't wait to find that little perv,” she whispered, though whether she thought he'd be able to hear it or not, Dave wasn't sure. She chuckled to herself before taking another bite of the pizza and crossing to the stairs.

As she went up, Dave heard her muttering continue but within seconds all the lights in the house were out and he found himself retreating back beneath the piano to try and sleep.

It seemed he had barely closed his eyes before they were snapping open once again, in the distance, he saw Sydney's bare feet crash down onto the floor. Her toenails, now painted in the same bright blue she had told him about yesterday, caught the early morning sunlight as she raced across the front room into the living room.

Dave found himself curling into a ball, and pressing his hands against his ears as he heard her let out a screech of rage. The noise was almost instantly followed by her growling, “You little shit, where are you?” He heard her shoving furniture about once again as she stomped about the floor, moving into the kitchen, and then he saw her come back into the front room.

Her pale blue eyes raked across the floor, and he watched as she assessed each piece of furniture. As she moved toward the china closet, Dave rapidly crawled toward the wall and then tried to scramble up onto the backside of the piano. The lacquered wood was hard for him to get a hold of and everything began to shake with Sydney's approach. With no time left, he scurried behind one of the caster wheels and tried to make himself as small as he could.

Whump!

A gust of wind billowed across the underside of the piano as Sydney laid down on the floor to look beneath it. Her breath came in powerful gales as she peered across the underside looking for him. Dave's heart hammered in his chest and every muscle in his body screamed at him to run but he forced himself to stand still.

An angry grunt followed by the ground rumbling as she stood back up made Dave almost fall over with relief. Sydney's footfalls were still angry stomps, but they retreated back to the kitchen as she fixed herself a quick breakfast.

Not wanting to chance her double-checking the piano, Dave made a mad dash for the china closet, skidding beneath it as he watched Sydney cross back through the room accompanied by the clatter of a spoon hitting a bowl. The realization that she was carrying food back up to her room made the little man's stomach growl and his heart sink, if she was leaving behind crumbs, they wouldn't be in the kitchen.

Cowering beneath the closet, he counted down the seconds until Sydney returned and made her way to school. To his surprise however, it was Sydney's mother who came down first. For the first time ever, Dave saw her dressed in a plain robe and pajamas, her feet adorned in comfortable slippers rather than the stilettos he had always seen her wear. He watched as her feet thumped past, and then a second later he smelled something glorious; coffee.

The pull of rich fresh roasted coffee almost pulled him out from his hiding spot. The tiny man found himself wondering exactly how he had never smelled it in the immense home before. His whole body shook with hunger and desire as he tried to imagine the taste on his lips after almost a year without it.

His thoughts were again derailed by the arrival of Sydney, her saddle shoes still clean from the last time he had been forced to lick them spotless. Peeking out from his hiding spot, Dave watched as she passed, her face a mixture of rage, confusion, and clear pain.

“Oh, sweetheart,” her mother's voice boomed from the kitchen, “I'm sure he'll turn up.”

“I just don't know why he would try to run away!” Sydney pouted.

Dave fought the urge to roll his eyes at this, as if the girl hadn't just yesterday made him beg for food and scrape gunk out from her toenails.

“I'm sure he can't be very far-”

“Yeah, cause that fat cat next door will probably eat him!” Sydney cried, and suddenly Dave felt a strange pang of regret before he reminded himself that she had threatened to kill him only a few hours earlier.

“Honey...” was all Sydney's mom managed to say before the girl collected herself and stomped out the front door.

Dave watched as the teenager wrenched it open and smashed it shut with such speed and force that he realized he'd have been torn to shreds if he had attempted to follow.

In the distance, he heard the girl's mother heave an immense sigh, “What the fuck is so special about some shrunken idiot, I'll never understand.” The giantess then walked back up the stairs, with her mug of coffee in hand, but this time Dave could hear her ranting clear as day, “First, she wanted him dead, and now I bet if I stepped on that little perv she'd cry for days. By the time she gets home from school who the fuck knows what she'll want!”

The words made the tiny man creep deeper back into the shadows of the closet's underside before thinking better of it, he moved back to the piano. High above him, every creak of the house made him pause terrified that it was about to precede Sydney's mother descending. When he reached the piano after several painstaking pauses, he crawled back to the wall and slowly pulled himself up onto the piano's backside.

Even with the little wheels it rested on, he doubted either woman would be able to move it enough to see him nestled there. It was a far safer position than anywhere else and as he heard Sydney's mother enter the room with the distinct click-booms of her heels, he listened as she made a circuit similar to her daughter's. Furniture was shoved and shaken, but he remained undiscovered when her car finally pulled away.

Gathering what little strength he had, Dave finally pushed himself out of his hiding spot long after Sydney's mother had left. The sun bathed the entire first floor with tons of natural light and he was able to fully explore the place without any hope of being discovered. By the time he had gone through all three rooms for the fifth time, he collapsed in the middle of the floor and seriously considered throwing himself at Sydney's mercy.

There were no vents for him to sneak through, no weak patches of drywall that he could have tried to tear open, and most certainly no crumbs for him to eat. Laying on the floor, the whole world seemed to spin and he was only dimly aware of his body as a heavy leaden thing with a desert where a human mouth should be.

As he heard the soft drip drip of a leaky pipe, the tiny man thought he had finally broken and was hallucinating. It took Dave several long minutes to realize he had not gone mad, and there was a leaky pipe somewhere. Scrambling to his feet, he took several swaying steps in every direction before moving toward the sound.

Within a few minutes he found himself inside a seemingly untouched bathroom that was tucked next to the entrance to the garage. It was a narrow half-bath that probably only got used when the giantesses entertained, something that Dave dimly realized was a rarity in the townhouse. Outside of Haley, Sydney rarely invited her friends over, and her mother seemed to be constantly working.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind he made his way toward the soft splashing noise of fresh water. Only to find himself again falling to his knees as he realized the water was coming from a pipe leading to the toilet.

The metal above him gleamed and shined like it was brand new and the pool that formed on the tile floor was clear. There was no rust to taint it, and as far as the tiny man could tell he was the first human to enter that bathroom in months. The pipe itself was narrow and going to the tank, it had nothing to do with taking waste away, and yet the thought of lowering himself to drink from the pool made him cringe.

Time dragged on for what seemed an eternity before Dave finally succumbed to his need for water. He lowered his face to it like an animal at a watering hole, and practically moaned as the sweet cool water passed over his cracking lips. Sucking it down and groaning as each drop splashed against his warm skin, all the tiny man could think, Three days without water my ass.

He knew from when he was surviving on the streets that it was impossible to function without water in about a day, or less than that when you had to fight for your survival. Gulping down more water, Dave reminded himself that he could go longer without food if he had water, which he thankfully now did.

However, what he really needed was a way out.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he stumbled when he turned to his right and so the garage door looming before him. He blinked again and again as he realized the hinges of the two doors were on opposite sides and they were separated by barely any space. All Dave would need to do was hide in the bathroom and rush headlong around the corner when the door opened.

Taking deep breaths to calm himself down, the tiny man trekked back across the front room and returned to his shelter on the far side of the piano to wait out his soon to be former teenage taskmistress. Sitting on the piano, watching as the walls changed colors with the fading sun, Dave tried to plot out how he would escape the garage but told himself to wait until he could actually move about it to figure things out.

Time seemed to move by like molasses as he sat there waiting, and then suddenly the front door crashed open. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard Sydney traipse upstairs, followed by the distant sound of her music, which sounded slightly sadder than usual. Dave shook his head as he tried once more and failed to comprehend the young girl's feelings about him escaping.

Despite the water invigorating him, he drifted in and out of consciousness as he heard Sydney enter the kitchen and fix herself something to eat. His own stomach rumbled in response, but he listened carefully for the girl to return upstairs before he enacted his plan.

Dropping down from the piano, he skulked across its underside before moving into the shadowy corner beside it and then slowly walking across the front room. Most of his body screamed at him to run, but he knew better than to waste his energy, he'd need every bit of it for the mad sprint into the garage. As he crossed in front of the kitchen's entryway, he heard the rumbling of Sydney descending, and as panic surged through his body he put everything he had into reaching the bathroom.

He dove over its threshold as he felt her first quaking footfall hit the ground.

Scrambling he stood and pressed himself against the wall, praying to escape her notice as he watched the giantess pass by. She carrying two immense bowls stacked atop each other in one hand and her phone in the other, dressed in baggy pajama bottoms and a plain tank top. The few flashes he caught of her face showed the giantess frowning, but as she returned and her thumb flew across the screen, the frown was momentarily replaced with a smile.

Sydney's immense feet stopped short, and Dave fought the urge to scream, fearing he had been discovered. Instead, as he inched closer to the shadow of the tall sink, he chanced a look at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized she was simply focusing on her the text she was writing. He had seen the look of concentration a dozen times on the girl whenever she texted with Chase.

Then her feet suddenly turned on heel and the girl stepped into the bathroom, making Dave's heart pound faster. The light came on and fighting every instinct to run for cover, he slowly and deliberately made his way to the far side of the toilet bowl as Sydney stopped in front of the mirror. Cowering on the far side of the toilet, he peered around the side to see Sydney take off her shirt and then begin to take several topless selfies.

Dave pulled himself back to stay in the shadow of the bowl, cringing every time he heard the snap of the camera app on her phone. After far too many clicks, Sydney simply flicked the lights off and strolled out of the room humming to herself.

Still recoiling from almost being discovered, Dave tried to push the thoughts of Sydney sending those pictures out of his mind. He then drank as much as he could before returning to his ready position at the bathroom's doorway.

The shrunken man could feel his body starting to sway as he heard the car pull into the garage. Slapping himself to wake himself back up, Dave began to bounce in place and shake his arms out to loosen up his muscles. The moment he heard the tumblers of the door start to move, he burst into action.

His legs pumped furiously and he could see the door burst open, a gust of cold air blowing out from it and threatening to knock him over. He plowed forward even as he saw the pointed toe of a stiletto boot fill the open space ahead of him. Lowering himself, he watched as the booted foot sailed over his head, and Sydney's titanic mother stepped over him without ever knowing he was there.

Biting his lip so he didn't let out a whoop of victory, Dave didn't even realize that there was no more floor in front of him. His foot hit open air and his limbs windmilled as he crashed down to the garage's cement floor.

His body screamed with pain and when the door crashed shut, Dave found himself in total darkness, but one step closer to freedom.

Dave let himself lay on the cold cement for several long minutes before pushing himself to his feet. While his body's fresh scrapes and tired muscles screamed in response, he knew that if he laid in front of the doorway any longer that he'd fall asleep and then be found the next morning without question. In the pitch black of the garage there was nothing for him to see so he simply held a hand out and marched back the way he came.

Once he felt the wall, he kept his hand firmly pressed against it and then moved forward with his free hand out in front of him to prevent collisions. Eventually, his hand slammed into a metal shelving unit that he was able to clamber up onto the first shelf of. Once on the shelf, he felt around and wedged himself between some boxes and a few old paint cans. Fumbling about, his hands brushed against an old painter's tarp that he quickly wrapped around himself to ward off the cold. With the tarp providing cover, Dave hunkered down and let exhaustion overwhelm him.

His dreamless sleep was broken by the sound of a roaring engine.

Dave swayed back and forth, the tarp around him crinkling loudly as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. In the dim light of morning, he could see an immense town sized thing begin to pull away from him at a terrifying speed. When he realized that the strange silver mountain was a luxury sedan, everything came into clear focus for his starving mind. “No, no, no,” He coughed as he tried to disentangle himself in time to reach the distant but still open garage door.

But by the time he fell face first onto the cold ground and got back to his feet, the garage door had crashed shut. The only solace for him was the morning light coming through the windows at the top of the door, illuminating the single car garage and its meager contents; a washer and dryer, some yard tools, a slop sink, and metal shelves that seemed to be full of home improvement supplies. He was about to slump down in defeat once more when he saw one of the higher shelves had several boxes of food.

All other thoughts disappeared from his mind, he had barely even processed what the food was before he found his muscles burning as he yanked himself skyward. He had no sense of how much time passed as he grabbed one metal hook after another, heedless of the pain radiating out across his shoulders and thighs. When he crashed down in front of a box of granola bars, his body was a heaving sweat covered mess that left him unable to do anything but lay in front of the box for several long minutes before attacking the cardboard to get at the preserved goodness inside.

No longer caring if he would leave evidence of his passage, Dave wrestled a granola bar that was as big as he was tall from the package and threw himself into tearing the wrapping apart. Sweating, red in the face, with his muscles screaming in protest, Dave descended upon the open granola bar with a savage fervor. Nuts and dried fruits flew about as grabbed at the most nutrient dense parts of the bar, tearing into them as best as he could.

His belly distended from the food he had eaten, Dave didn't fight his body as it fell forward and collapsed into the half eaten wrapper. Exhaustion took him just as quickly as it had the night before, and he welcomed it, knowing he'd need his strength for the climb down.

The garage door opening made Dave sit up in terror, fearing that he once again missed his chance, but then his eyes widened as he watched a car very different from the one he had seen that morning pull most of the way in. He had seen Haley's car many times but she had never parked it inside of the garage, and he knew that Sydney didn't have a car of her own.

Wanting to make a run for a hiding spot, Dave also realized he didn't want to attract any giant's attention and so buried himself against the wrapper. Carefully, he pulled it over himself, trying to pretend like he was simply a granola bar that had fallen out of the box.

Sydney stepped out of the passenger side, still in her school uniform, and as her chest remained at eye level with him, Dave realized just how high he had climbed. On the other side, he saw one of the boy's uniforms rise up through the air, the crest just barely out of his line of sight. The young titan quickly crossed to meet Sydney on the far side of the car, and his well built arms engulfed her wiry frame. Tilting his head upward, Dave watched as the two shared a sloppy but passionate kiss before breaking apart.

“Are you sure I can't come in?” Chase's booming voice echoed off the garage's cement floor, making the young giant seem even bigger than he actually was.

“I...” Sydney trailed off before sighing, “Next time, I promise.”

“You always say next time,” Chase practically growled, and the young man's hands settled firmly on Sydney's hips. The giantess did nothing to stop him as he pulled her forward until they were practically grinding against each other.

Another loud round of kissing later, and Dave watched as Sydney pushed the pair apart, “I'm going to visit my dad tomorrow, so I need to pack and I want to look for my shrinkee.”

“I could help you,” Chase said as his fingers played at the hem of Sydney's sweater vest.

A giggle burst past Sydney's lips and then her waves of auburn hair shook back and forth, “I think we both know that's not true.”

Chase let out another low guttural noise, something between a growl and an acknowledgment, before he kissed Sydney again and then stepped back, watching her step into the house. “Will I see you tomorrow at least?”

“Yeah, I'll be at school for a little bit,” Sydney said from her place in the doorway, “And you can text me, like, whenever.”

“Cool,” the giant replied and then the door crashed shut, leaving the shelves beneath Dave vibrating for several long seconds.

The tiny man and the giant youth breathed sighs of relief at the same time, but before Dave could make any move toward the front of the garage, the shadow of Chase's form engulfed the area. The giant's dark brown eyes scanned the boxes of granola bars and junk food before they settled upon Dave, still trying to cower in the wrapper.

The huge boy's eyes flickered from Dave to the doorway and then back again, while Dave slowly started to crawl out from the wrapper hoping to make a daring escape. The giant's hand lashed out and snatched him before he could go anywhere.

Dave's eyes bulged out, not only from the shock of how fast Chase could move but from the strength of the boy-god's grip. The meaty fist engulfed him from chin to feet, with only his head poking out to meet the gaze of what he now realized was Sydney's boyfriend. “Hmm,” the giant mused to himself, “If I bring you in there now, she'd probably be really excited but she'd still need to pack and she'd feel like an idiot that she didn't see you...”

The tiny man tried to squirm but the giant's grip was utterly relentless as he gently rocked his fist back and forth, like he was literally weighing his options. Dave's head began to spin and the granola bar resting in his stomach began to churn with the rocking motion.

“But if I give you to her tomorrow,” he said nodding to himself, “I'm the big hero who found her stupid shrunken loser. And that's gotta be worth more than some pictures of her tits.”

Dave tried to call out to the giant, but in the young man's powerful fist he could barely do more than wheeze a faint protest.

Even if he had managed to speak, the giant was too busy laughing to himself as he strutted back to his car and got behind the driver's seat. Dave found himself hovering over the cup holder before the giant's face shook its head up in the heavens, “Nah, you're a little fucking escape artist, right? Better put you somewhere safe.”

The whole world spun and Dave found himself swallowing bile in his throat as the giant leaned over and literally tossed him into his glove compartment. Dave crashed against the far wall and landed with a painful thud that pulsed through his whole body just as the compartment was shut once more. The only consolation for the tiny man was that it was mostly empty; a small flashlight, registration slips, and a driver's manual that looked like it had never been touched. The car roared to life a second later, and Dave's whole body vibrated along with the engine as the titanic teen pulled out of Sydney's driveway and drove off somewhere through the streets.

The tiny man's head was still spinning as he shook and shuddered in the dark, each turn making him skid about the glove compartment and crash into the sides. Only when the whole thing finally came to stop and he could form a complete thought did it finally hit him; his escape attempt had failed.

Chase didn't take him out of the glove compartment, and Dave realized that the giant probably wouldn't until the next morning when he could be presented to Sydney. Tears began to stream down Dave's face as he realized that all of his careful planning and stunning strokes of luck were torn down simply because Sydney's boyfriend had wanted a snack. His own dehydration prevented him from crying more as he sat in the glove compartment, his throat dry and aching from his earlier wailing, and his lower lip thoroughly torn up from the many times he had bit down on it to prevent from alerting Sydney to his presence.

A deep rumbling shook Dave's tiny world, and then suddenly light blazed around him.

Chase's meaty hand appeared a second later, and despite his limbs flailing in protest, the gigantic young man scooped him up with ease. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of evening, he found himself staring up at Chase's barely covered torso. The young man's almost hairless chest was as chiseled as the rest of him, large pecs straining against a thin tank top and biceps bulging like mountains on either side.

“So according to Haley,” Chase said with a roll of his eyes, “You little shits really do need food and water as often as a person.”

Dave blinked in disbelief as he heard Chase say this. First wondering why Chase would contact Haley instead of Sydney, and then amazed that the giant was acting like Haley had simply been pulling his leg. The tiny man was only dimly aware of the enormous house whizzing by as Chase stomped through it, each step reverberating through the teen's clenched fist. Finally, he was dumped onto a desk between a bag of potato chips and a monitor that, at Dave's size, put movie theater screens to shame.

The giant flicked a potato chip in front of him before downing a fistful himself, and then delicately poured bottled water into its cap before again guzzling down a relative gallons of it himself. Dave sat on the desk, his head spinning and his arms and legs overcome with a pins-and-needles feeling after being almost crushed in Chase's fist. In the skies above him, the giant's eyebrow shot up, “You better not be expecting any better than that, I asked Haley and she said you eat Sydney's scraps all the time, so you should be thankful I'm giving you that.”

Dave nodded dimly and moved to drink from the cap but then a huge finger slammed down beside him.

“Actually, yeah, fucking thank me.”

Dave turned his head upward to see Chase's face, and found himself cowering as the chiseled visage was knitted in intense frustration as if everything that he was doing was beneath him.

“Th-thank you,” Dave croaked.

“Is that how you talk to Haley and Sydney?” He growled.

Fighting a frown, Dave took a deep breath and projected as best as he could, “Thank you, Master Chase.”

“That's fucking better,” Chase announced as he leaned back in his chair and turned his attention to his computer. Websites flashed by as Dave began to sip from the cap and munch on the potato chip, amazed at how good the salty oily piece of potato tasted to him. “You should get used to talking to me like that,” the young man continued as he shoveled another fistful of chips into his mouth, “Calling me 'Master Chase' and 'Sir', I've been seeing a lot of Sydney lately and I'm sure it's only a matter of time before you're regularly on the ground between our feet doing... whatever the fuck you do.”

Dave flinched as Chase pulled up Haley's youtube channel and scrolled through the videos, not watching any of them, but reading the titles and snorting every so often.

“Is this what you do?” The dark brown eyes flicked from the screen to Dave. The sheer power of the giant's gaze was enough to make Dave lower himself closer to the desk, practically kowtowing before the teen. The giant's voice then boomed out with another question, “You paint Sydney's toenails and shit?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

The giant simply laughed in response, the sound full of mirth as it boomed outward like a thunderclap making the shrunken man flush with embarrassment. Chase scrolled through more of the videos before getting bored and switching to another tab while Dave simply sat there, too exhausted to imagine a new escape plan and after looking at the beefy arms on either side of him, too terrified to try.

Suddenly, the computer monitor turned off, and Dave found Chase simply staring down at him, his eyebrows wiggling back and forth as he appraised the shrunken man. “The only thing I don't get about you, little dude, is why you would try to get away from Sydney.”

Dave stared back at the giant, certain that trying to explain that being a slave was bad would somehow, in spite of how obvious a point it was, would go directly over the young man's head.

“Are you, like, gay?”

Dave blinked in response and almost instinctively said, “No.”

Chase shrugged, “I'd get it if you were, I know I wouldn't want to be a tiny guy around some other giant dude.” The immense youth then laughed, “I'd really hate to be in your situation right now.” Before Dave could response, Chase looked at his own body, flexing his immense muscles and smirking to himself, “Then again, most guys could probably learn a thing or two from me about taking care of themselves so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.”

Dave cringed as the giant continued to preen and almost congratulate himself.

“Still, Sydney's hot,” the giant announced, one of his immense hands drifting down to his crotch. The giant's other hand went to his phone and the screen flashed as he pulled up several photos of Sydney; her pale skin bright in the dimming light of the giant teen's bedroom.

Fabric rustled as the immense young man continued to talk, heedless of Dave's discomfort, “And I mean, maybe you think you deserve better, little guy, I don't know. I know I used to think I should go for a girl like Diana Cavendish.” The giant's thumb flicked across his phone and even though Dave didn't have a clear view of the screen he knew he was looking at pictures of a different girl. “She's a really hot blonde,” Chase explained, his voice becoming breathy as a loud slapping sound emanated from somewhere beneath Dave, “but ya know, she doesn't give blow jobs and a guy like me, I think I deserve a good girlfriend who knows how to treat her man right.”

The giant's half-lidded eyes focused entirely on his phone as he switched back to the pictures of Sydney. The shrunken man found himself backing away as Chase began to mutter things to himself, “God, fuck, those tiny tits, hnng.” Dave shut his eyes tight and covered his ears but there was no escaping the titan's loud grunts until finally he let out a single long sigh.

The sigh was followed by the sound of him ripping tissues from a box, and then his voice boomed out once again, “So is that what you think, little guy? That you deserve a better girl than me?”

The tiny man opened his eyes and stared up into Chase's relaxed but haughty smirk, knowing he was unable to answer the question without undoubtedly enraging the giant before him. Thankfully, before he could answer the giant's phone buzzed, sending a short quake through the whole table. He picked up the immense device in his meaty palm and another low powerful laugh boomed out from him as he read the text.

“Alright,” the phone landed near Dave with a clatter, making him shoot up onto his feet just in time to be scooped up by Chase's immense fist. Dave didn't have time to process which hand grabbed him as the world turned into a blur and suddenly he was on the floor of the giant's immense bedroom.

The first thing that hit him was the overwhelming stench of teenage boy. Looking every which way, Dave saw dirty laundry sprawled across the floor along with shoes and sneakers strewn about spewing foot sweat drenched air into the atmosphere. The floor shook as Chase rose up and stomped about, each thunderous footfall kept Dave pinned and then two black loafers crashed down before him. A pair of shoes he had become familiar with whenever Sydney would take him out around the giant young man, gushing about how small he was in comparison to the virulent boy-god.

Next to the loafers was a tin of polish and in the sky above Dave heard a loud rip as Chase tore a rag into usable scraps for the tiny man and then set them down on the ground in front of him. “Get to work,” Chase commanded, and held his phone up in the sky, ready to take a picture.

Staring at the rags and polish, Dave found himself oddly thankful that he was being ordered to clean a piece of footwear with something beside his tongue for once. The sheer novelty of it made his tiny body start moving and he quickly found himself polishing the loafers as best as he could. From on high, he heard Chase take several pictures of him polishing them before yanking his chair forward and simply sitting down over Dave's world. On either side of him, Chase's Nike basketball shoes tapped against the floor creating a constant rumble that left him unable to move on anything but his hands and knees.

“You have no idea how excited Sydney is that I found you,” he chuckled to himself, “Don't worry though, little guy, I made you sound pretty badass. If she ever asks, I found you on my afternoon run, you tried to hide when you saw me coming and I had to leap a fence to find you but I got you back for Sydney and that's what really matters, right?”

The tiny man froze as he listened to Chase relate the false story of him being found, flashbacks to the day Vanessa captured him reeled through Dave's mind, and he found himself staring up at the titan before him, wondering if there was any way Chase could possibly know that story. His heart began to pound and his eyes turned to the closed door, half-expecting to see Vanessa stroll through it at any moment to announce that she had come to reclaim him.

Instead, the only movement he saw was Chase untying one of the big sneakers he was wearing and prying it off to add a fresh funk to the stench symphony. “Hope you like Nikes, little dude,” Chase announced as his hand swooped down and Dave found himself once more in the giant's grasp.

“Why?!” Dave managed to get out as he was swung over the mouth of the shoe.

Chase said nothing, instead he released his grip and dropped Dave into the shoe, where he landed on the insole with a soft splat. The tiny man tried to scramble to his feet but a sock was already blocking off the exit, sealing him in the hot disgusting chamber.

“Figure that should feel just like home,” Chase announced as he pried off his other shoe and the world rumbled once again, “Sydney said that she keeps you bundled up in her socks when you're at school.”

A second later he heard the groaning of bed springs as Chase flopped backwards, and while he tried to push against the sock till long after Chase's breathing had slowed down, all Dave got for it was being tired and covered in wrung out foot sweat.

Fresh air is what woke him the next morning, followed by Chase's immense fingers lifting him into the sky. The giant was already dressed in his uniform and said nothing as he slid Dave into his pocket and walked out of his house. When he arrived at his car, Chase once again placed Dave in his glove compartment but this time when they got to their destination, Chase took him out immediately.

He thrashed as he was placed in the teen's pocket once more, somehow finding it worse than being crammed into Sydney's purse or backpack. Still, all his thrashing got him was the occasional pat from the giant's immense hand, which instantly stunned his small four inch frame.

Despite knowing that his gigantic taskmistress would be furious with him, Dave eagerly anticipated the chance to be turned over to her since at least thought that her backpack would be more comfortable than Chase's pocket. Yet, when the bell rang and Chase went off to another class, and then another, and another, the tiny man found himself wondering when the hell he would be returned to the giantess.

Finally, he heard Sydney's voice loud and clear but almost echoing, “No one will know we're in here right?”

“Of course not, babe.”

“I just don't want to get caught.”

The exchange confused Dave but then he thought of Ms. Holloway and immediately understood Sydney's desire for discretion.

“I told you, we won't,” Chase's voice rumbled as his fingers slipped into his pocket and pulled Dave out, dangling him in the air between him and Sydney.

Her eyes widened behind her glasses and she said, “Why do you have him in your pocket?”

“Where else was I supposed to put him?”

“Your backpack.”

High above, he saw a moment of realization cross Chase's face but then the whole world blurred as the giant shook him back and forth, “But I found him didn't I? That's what matters right?”

Sydney's torso pressed forward and Dave screeched in terror as he was pressed between the two behemoths. Sydney's slender but strong fingers found him and he never thought he would be happy to smell her pina colada scented lotion again. Her hand started to descend but then it stopped and Dave realized he wasn't going into her bag; cold metal and warm leather pressed against his back as she fumbled with a belt.

“It does,” Sydney purred, “And I think it means you deserve a reward.”

Dave's point of view shifted again as Sydney got down her knees and pulled out Chase's growing member with her other hand. The moment it was free from the teen's trousers, it thrust forward, twitching and lengthening as Sydney pressed her wet glossy lips against it. Only after the veiny punching bag-like cock had fully grown did Sydney wrap her lips around it and take it fully into her mouth.

Having a front row seat to this was bad enough but then Dave found himself rising up into the air, and being instantly hit with a mixture of ball sweat and overpowered body wash. With his arms flailing, Dave was pressed up against Chase's pendulous balls and was used to fondle them as much as Sydney's own fingers were. Dave tried to scream but his sound was absorbed by the fleshy walls around him, and every time he tried to squirm away, he was simply contorted to mold to the balls once more.

It was only when they suddenly stopped swinging that Dave knew what was about to happen, and so did Sydney. He again heard the terrifying gulping noise as she swallowed Chase's load, and as he watched the slick deflating member slide out from between her lips, it wasn't hard for Dave to imagine being swallowed down with the giant's semen. The giantess rose back up to her full height, Dave was still in her hand but his head was spinning and his body was sore. Above him, he dimly heard her kiss Chase gently on the cheek before grabbing her bag and stepping outside.

The hallways turned into a blur as she left what Dave quickly realized was a handicapped bathroom and carried him through the school. At first, Dave felt relieved to simply be away from Chase and his enormous balls, but then the reality of the situation began to set in. Sydney was completely silent, and the giantess had not even stopped to look at him, instead pressing on to her destination.

She stepped into the library, and immediately maneuvered through the stacks until she found Haley settled on the ground reading some thick tome. Judy was trapped between the soles of the giant girl's mary janes, licking the undersides as the giantess read. The short brunette looked up and smiled when she saw Dave in Sydney's hand, “You found him?”

“Chase did,” Sydney said in a rush, “Apparently on a run or something-”

“Aren't you leaving this period?”

“Yeah, I'm already late to meet my Mom. That's why I'm here, actually, can you take care of him this weekend? I won't have the time when I'm at my Dad's place.”

“No, no, no,” Dave began to whimper, his heart rate ratcheting up as Haley's smaller fingers wrapped around his body, her cool flesh instantly making him squirm.

“Sure thing,” Haley said, as if it was the most normal request her friend could make.

“Ok, cool, see you next week,” Sydney said, and then with a noise like a rolling thundercloud, she was gone.

Dave found himself staring up into Haley's smiling face as she said, “I'm going to make sure you never think about running away again, little man.”

Dave had expected the torture to begin immediately, the teenager's smiling face filled the heavens above him, and he could see the dark gleam in her eyes. His whole body tensed up as he sat in a hand that was slightly smaller and cooler than he was used to, convinced its soft fingers would start coiling around him like serpents.

Instead though, Haley simply lowered him into the depths of her backpack, her attention drifting back to the book that was sitting in her lap. Slowly he watched as the world around him shifted from the school's library to the shadowy depths of her bag, until his feet touched its canvas floor. The hand retreated, and as his gaze followed it back into the sky, he took in the binder standing in front of him like it was his old apartment building.

Dave felt like he should have been used to the immense everyday objects by this point and yet, the tiny man found himself humbled all over again as he fell to his knees before the gigantic binder. His hand reached out and ran over the plastic that covered it, rough and almost leathery beneath his shrunken fingers. He kept looking to the sky, where the unzipped mouth of the backpack let in light, expecting to see Haley promising to begin his punishment but it remained empty.

The silence of the world beyond was suddenly pierced with a yawn that sounded like the earth itself was groaning. Then Haley began to stand and the earth did seem to groan in response to her movements. Dave heard her snap the book she was reading shut, and he caught glimpses of her plaid skirt swishing back and forth in the air.

A shadow swallowed his tiny world, the floor quaked beneath him, and only as he saw bands of light illuminate Haley's milky skin did he realize she was straddling her bag. Before Dave could avert his gaze from the girl's crotch, the canvas wall crashed into his back from behind.

The shrunken man felt the air burst from his lungs as he was slammed against the binder with a loud and painful smack. The entire assembly of books and notebooks collapsed forward like dominoes, and a resounding boom rang in Dave's ears, stunning the tiny man once more as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Get in, slave,” Haley's voice boomed from above, muffled but still clear to the tiny man.

Dave felt his body unconsciously scrambling, looking for where he was supposed to go, before he remembered that Judy had been on the floor besides her enormous owner. When the realization finally hit his dazed mind, Dave looked up to see the comparatively larger woman crawl into the metal lined mouth of the backpack.

At seven inches, the brunette was almost twice Dave's size, and seeing her crawling into a space with him, he instinctively flinched backward. If Judy could see his reaction in the shadowy depths of the backpack, she didn't acknowledge it. Instead, the moment her foot cleared the zipper, she seemed to speed up, desperately trying to move atop the binder's rubbery surface.

“Mov-”

Her hissed whisper was cut off by the backpack launching into the sky.

Judy's seven inch frame rushed toward him, propelled by the sheer force of Haley lifting the bag. Dave screeched but was instantly silenced as Judy's bulk slammed into him, pinning them both in a tangle of limbs on the bottom of her bag. They slid backward and then were sent tumbling forward as the gigantic girl swung the bag over her shoulder, clearly unconcerned by their painful yelps.

Haley started to walk, and Dave's already twisted stomach began to churn while each step caused Judy's body to shift on top of his, alternating the pressure from his ribcage to his left kneecap. Whimpering, he tried to push his fellow shrunken person off, but the bottom of Haley's bag offered no way to brace himself while Judy kept wriggling in the same panicked motions as him.

They huffed and puffed at each other all while Haley calmly walked through the hallways of her school, the bell ringing as Dave felt his sweat starting to mingle with Judy's. The sound of their breathing bounced off the walls, and Judy's breasts were shoved into his face as Haley walked up a flight of stairs, each one of her jaunty bounces up the steps made them rub against each other. Some forgotten feeling stirred in Dave's shrunken body, but then he could hear the other students in the halls around Haley.

Teenagers laughing and joking, calling out to their friends, living their lives at the volume of a hurricane. One giant passed close by, looming over Haley, and leaving a cloud of Axe bodyspray in his wake. The stench filled the bag, completely displacing the scent of Judy and Dave's own sweat, while instantly killing the sudden yearning he had felt.

“Fuck,” Judy muttered, coughing and sputtering as the smell lingered on their tongues.

Desperately, she clawed at the canvas bag and finally managed to yank herself free of her fellow shrunken prisoner. The moment their legs came undone, Dave scrambled backwards until they slumped down on opposite sides of the backpack.

Dave started to push himself to a standing position, but in the shadows, he could see Judy lift up a hand, “No, don't.”

“Why?” He managed to get the word out before the whole world plummeted like he was riding on the Tower of Terror. His question turned into a scream that became a simple gasp as the air was violently pushed from his lungs when the backpack hit the floor of the classroom.

Judy hadn't fared any better where she was sprawled out on the other side of the bag. Flailing and struggling to sit back up, Judy finally managed to look back at him and said, “Because she doesn't care.”

Haley's hand briefly invaded their world, yanking a thin notebook out with it as it ascended back into the sky. The simple movement made the whole stack inside the bag shift and rumble.

Cringing, Dave felt his whole back flare up like it was made of a singular bruise, making him wince and cringe all over again. “Why the hell would she treat us like this?”

Judy stared back at him with disbelief, “Did something happen to you when you got outside? Did you forget how she is?”

“No,” Dave frowned, and cursed beneath his breath as a teacher began to drone on in the distance. All he could think about was the soft ride he had experienced for the past few months among Sydney's old socks, “I just... I don't know.”

The former teacher stared at him for a long time, a sad and frustrated look on her face before she finally snapped, “How could you let yourself be caught by Chase? Hell, how did you even manage to escape?”

“I-” the words caught in Dave's throat and before he knew what was happening, the truth came tumbling out, “I never made it out of Sydney's house, I got into the garage and then Chase saw me while I was hiding in a wrapper for a granola bar.”

In the months that he had seen her serving Haley, Dave hadn't seen Judy express much in the way of emotion. The most he had ever seen from her was indignation and bemusement when he didn't immediately comply with the demands of their teenage overlords. Normally, she looked too exhausted to be anything more than impassive.

The blasé look, brought about by a length of imprisonment that Dave could only guess at, suddenly fell apart as tears began to stream down the sides of her face. Judy tried to choke back her own sobs but it only made the noise reverberate across their prison before it was swallowed up by the canvas walls, never capable of reaching the outside world. Her whole seven inch frame shook and her tiny fists drummed against the side of the binder in pure frustration.

Paralyzed from the shock of watching his fellow shrunken slave cry Dave remained pinned on the far side of the backpack until the sobbing became a wet sniffling. Slowly, the tiny man crept across the space between them and tried his best to wrap the much larger woman in a hug.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
“It's so stupid, I thought, I wanted to think,” her words were broken up by her own breathing.

“I know.”

“You survived on your own before.”

“I did.”

“When I heard Mistress Haley and Lady Sydney talk about you. I just, I thought, I thought maybe you'd come for me.”

“I would have,” he lied, the tiny man had never thought about trying to save Judy.

The comparatively large woman simply buried her face against his shoulder and sobbed, while Dave did his best to hold her shaking frame as the teacher drowned on.

By the time the class ended, Judy had calmed down enough to push him back to his side of the backpack. During the next class, Dave moved to comfort her again but she simply pulled her knees up to her chest and looked skyward, frowning as she listened to the lecture. The tiny man found himself wondering if this was the class she used to teach, but then stopped himself from asking, not wanting to set her off more than he already had.

The rest of the day passed without incident, and the most he saw of Haley was her hand or face as she looked into the depths of her bag for certain books. He had no idea what time it was until the backpack was completely zipped up, and he could hear the dull roar of car engines through the canvas. Their pitch black world was jostled and then suddenly thrown about, Judy's screams echoing through the darkness until she once more slammed into him, turning them into a tangle of limbs as the backpack hit solid ground.

Seconds later, a car started and Lana Del Rey's voice seemed to be slamming against Dave from every direction.

Over the course of two songs, the two tinies untangled themselves and got ready for the inevitable jarring that would be Haley carrying them when they arrived at their destination. It was another five more before the car stopped and Haley sent them sliding about once again, though thankfully not hard enough to send them sprawling against each other.

Finally, the bag was set down, unzipped, and then tipped over so that they could crawl out.

Judy moved first, her reddened face giving itself over to the impassive mold she normally wore as she crawled over Haley's books and sprang to her feet the moment she stepped out onto the carpet of the titanic teen's room. Through the opening, Dave could see Haley casually slip her feet out of her black mary janes, the floor shaking as she stepped away before Judy rushed to inspect them.

The tiny man remained in the bottom of the bag, unwilling to play any part in his eventual torture. If Haley wanted him, he decided, she'd have to reach in and grab him out herself.

Hooking his arm through one of the binder's cold metal rings, Dave realized how absurd the notion of trying to passively resist the giantess was. If Haley wanted to yank him out of the bag, she could easily get it done. Any resistance on his end would only increase the likelihood of her legitimately hurting him.

With a sigh, Dave crawled up on top of the binder and made his way to the mouth of the backpack. He sat at the zippered edge for what felt like an eternity before finally pressing onward and standing up proudly, ready to face whatever horrors she had planned.

Instead though, he found himself standing in the center of her bedroom floor, completely unmolested. Looking around, he could see that it was smaller than Sydney's; a narrow chamber with sloping walls and recessed windows that suggested it was probably a converted attic or maybe even a former crawlspace. The giantess stood in front of a cluttered closet, undressing herself, while Judy fervently licked at the black leather of a gigantic mary jane, and not far beyond her, Dave could see a wide open bedroom door that seemed to open directly onto stairs.

Glancing back over to where the giantess was stripping down, her panties dropping to reveal broad butt cheeks, Dave found himself instinctively moving toward the open door. With every step, he found himself gaining strength and speed, and Dave knew that escaping into the wild unknown would be better than any punishment Haley could dish out.

The ground quaked but Dave didn't turn around, even when Haley released a singular laugh.

His breath coming in quick ragged gasps, Dave rushed forward, grunting as his muscles threatened to lock up. Behind him came more thunderous steps, and the well worn carpet beneath him continued to shake and shudder, threatening to send him stumbling onto his hands and knees. Haley's shadow stretched over him as he reached the threshold and skidded to a halt as the space beyond turned into a cliff face over the first step.

“Hm,” Haley's voice seemed to fill the world around him, and when he glanced over his shoulder he saw the teenager standing over him with a towel wrapped around her torso. Her eyes locked onto his and then she shrugged, “Oh, don't let me stop you. If you really want to go down there, be my guest.”

Dave looked at the steep drop to the next step, slightly less than twice his height, before turning back to face Haley.

The giantess simply smiled serenely down at him, and for a moment he thought he saw her as other giants did; a sweet young girl. Then the smile twisted into a sneer, “Of course, all my brothers are down there, but I'm sure three high school and middle school guys and all their friends are going to treat a four inch tall shrinkee like you with the utmost care.”

The shrunken man could feel himself start to shake as he thought back to his brief imprisonment with Chase and how purely disgusting the giant was in comparison to his girlfriend. He suddenly wondered if Haley would even try to get him back from them if they found him, or if Sydney would think it was what he deserved for trying to escape.

Haley stepped over him, her foot crashing down onto the first step then the next before she paused. The petite giantess turned around, smirking as she looked down at him, “Though, I should probably warn you they regularly come up here when I leave my room and only Judy knows the good hiding spots.”

With that, Haley turned around and started back down the stairs again, leaving Dave trembling as he stood on the precipice of the stairs. Behind him, Judy called out, “Come on, you'll have to hurry if you want to hide.”

For the first time since he stepped out of the backpack, Dave suddenly became aware of the noise emanating from the rest of the gargantuan home. The distant muffled noise of other giants bubbled up from the floors below where he was standing, a sharp contrast to the almost utter silence of Sydney's home, and then a shower kicked on. It was almost instantly followed by the sound of a door being slowly opened, a loud creak accompanied a few distant thunderclaps.

Whispered, but still enormous voices, bubbled up, “-ister's in the shower?”

“Think she took her shrinkee?”

Dave's heart jumped into his throat and he immediately turned around, running at full tilt back into Haley's room. Looking around, fear welled up within him as he realized that Judy was nowhere in sight.

“Here!” Her voice called, and he looked around in a panic, stumbling as the storm of feet approached. He saw a pale arm sticking out from behind a paperback, “Over here!”

Spinning on heel, Dave rushed for the bookshelf, and scrambled onto the first shelf while Judy pushed a worn paperback forward to create a small doorway. Dave slid himself between glossy covers and squeezed into the tiny space, where together he and Judy latched onto the yellowed pages and pulled the novel back into place.

The shelf shook beneath them almost a second later, and Dave suddenly knew that they had done it not a moment too soon. Judy remained crouched down, and Dave's small stature prevented himself from seeing anything but the shadows of the young titans as they moved about. The sound of his own blood in his ears rivaled their footsteps, and as the world darkened around them, Dave swore they were going to be found.

“Fuck it, she must have taken the little bitch with her.”

“Hot.”

“Ew, that's my sister, man,” the first voice responded as they moved back toward the stairs.

“Your sister's kinda hot,” replied the second voice.

“Not as hot as her friends though,” came a third as the young teens thundered back down the stairs.

Dave went to push the book but Judy grabbed him by the arm and shook her head. She held him by the arm for several long seconds that slowly stretched into minutes, until finally they heard someone else ascending the steps.

The door shut behind them, and Haley announced, “I'm back, slaves.”

Judy let out a sigh of relief and finally released Dave's arm, not even noticing the bright red marks her grip had left on the smaller man. Dave himself was surprised to find how much tension left his body as he shoved the book out and stepped back into the light. Dozens of thoughts raced through his head, nightmare visions of those giant boys finding him, and then they all disappeared as he came face-to-toe with Haley.

The giantess had put a fresh pair of white panties on with a matching bra, and her hip was cocked to the side as she looked down at Dave. Judy was already at Haley's toes, rubbing and kissing each one in turn. When she reached the big toe of Haley's right foot, it twitched up and smacked her bodily across the chest, sending the shrunken teacher sprawling onto her backside.

“Pumas,” Haley commanded with a single word.

“Yes, Mistress,” Judy replied, crab walking a suitable distance back before pushing herself to her feet and bowing at the waist.

Haley's eyes settled on him, and after a single second, Dave found himself bowing down in front of her, “Y-yes, Mistress.”

Keeping his gaze averted, he chased after Judy who was already moving across the carpet toward Haley's overstuffed closet. The giantess, much like Sydney, simply walked over them without a single care. Judy casually slipped around the girl's footfalls like it was any other obstacle, catching herself as the severe floor quakes made her stumble. Dave meanwhile found himself crawling forward on hands and knees after Haley passed by.

She grabbed a striped shirt out of her closet it and put it on, before immediately yanking it off and dropping it onto the floor. Her hand dove into the cavernous space again and this time she simply held a blouse in front of her chest before shoving it back onto some internal rack. As she started the laborious process of choosing an outfit, Judy simply walked between her legs and into the closet itself with Dave following behind her.

Judy walked around to the toe of a flatform sneaker and braced herself against it, “C'mon, help me,” she said as she started to push, nudging the immense piece of footwear a few relative feet before heaving for breath and starting again.

Scrambling to join her, Dave shoved his full body weight against the leathery toe several times before he finally asked, between ragged gasps for breath, “What the hell are we doing?”

Behind them, Haley was digging through a small heap of discarded t-shirts, while they pushed her sneakers toward a distant desk. “These are the shoes she wants to wear. We need to get them to where she wants them, then clean them.”

As they got the first shoe beside a tall wheeled chair, Dave stepped back and watched in amazement as Judy, her body glistening from sweat, shoved herself against the side of the shoe so it was facing a slightly different direction. Her muscles bulged with the effort of forcing the thick soled piece of footwear into its 'proper' place. With mechanical precision, Judy then turned away and started jogging back toward Haley's closet.

Struggling to keep up with her, Dave asked, “Why?”

Haley's foot suddenly smashed down into the floor, sending them both to their knees as she started to shove her other foot into the tight leg of her jeans. In the heavens above, Dave noticed that the striped shirt she had originally tossed aside was now stretched tight across her chest. Unfeminine grunts echoed off the walls as the petite girl yanked the jeans on, her bouncing heels making the floor shake as they started to shove her other sneaker across it.

With no warning, the gigantic girl's heel smashed down into the sneaker.

Dave had no time to register what had happened as he found himself flying up into the air. He found himself staring across an empty void at Haley's shin before he plummeted back to earth, and smashed against the floor shoulder first. His painful cry was immediately overpowered by Haley's thunderous voice, “Hey, watch it, I could have tripped.”

“Sorry, Mistress Haley!”

Dave found himself mumbling the words that Judy shouted, looking up to see that the giantess was already appraising herself in the mirror that hung on the back of her closet door. Her hips struck out one way and then the other as she tried out several sexy poses, all while entirely ignorant of the movement of the tiny people at her feet.

Taking the long way around, Judy was already lapping her tongue against a scuff mark by the time Dave reached her. She pointed at a scuff near the heel when he arrived, and Dave found himself instantly falling into the rhythm of the same kind of 'work' he had been doing for months. Only after they had moved on to the other shoe in the pair did Judy finally speak to him again.

“That little accident is why we do this shit, Dave.”

Judy pointed over his shoulder to where Haley's now sock clad feet were lazily drifting across the carpet, the teen girl was sprawled across her bed and the only sound in the room beyond the lapping of their tongues was the beeping of her phone.

“That's a five foot three inch tall eighteen year old who could kill us by accident. And th-” Judy's voice choked in her own throat as she tried to say the last few words, the tall giantess lowered her head close to the sole before she managed to get them out through several sniffles, “There's no escape.”

Dave's shoulders slumped instantly, and he frowned, “I'm sorry.”

“It's... it's ok.”

The ground began to shake, and a shadow fell over them. “Oh my God, are you fucking done yet?” Haley's socked foot slammed into Dave like a linebacker, knocking him aside as she bent down and slid it into her sneaker.

The tiny man sat up to see Judy straddling one of Haley's feet and tying up the shoelaces like she was a boatswain. Still blinking away the stars in his eyes, Dave watched dumbfounded as Judy scrambled down one sneaker and then up the other, tugging at the knots before the feet wriggled within the shoes, almost but not quite knocking her off.

The ground shook as the now slightly taller teen stepped back from them, “Alright, slave, I'm out.” Haley glanced at her phone, before looking back at Judy, “Tomorrow's supposed to be nice out, so clean the insoles of my birkenstocks so your mistress can be comfortable.”

“Yes, Mistress Haley!”

Haley turned to leave, and then stopped as she caught sight of the tiny man on her floor, “Oh but what should I do with you?”

“Uh, y-you're birkenstocks, Mistress Haley, yes!” Dave stumbled over the words.

“No,” she replied, bending down and scooping him up in her free hand. As the fingers wrapped around him, Dave found himself wriggling about in terror, “You're being punished, little man.” As she walked, Haley bent down and snatched one of her long uniform socks from the ground below and draped it across her desk before dropping him down on top of it.

The stench of a day's worth of collected footsweat bubbled up from the thick wool, and Dave instantly gagged while Haley laughed high above him. He watched as she strutted over to her closet and dug up a shoebox from the back of it, and brought it back toward him. Staring at the big Adidas shoebox, Dave tried to figure out what she could possibly plan to do with it.

The box landed with a hefty thud, and as she lifted the lid, Dave was hit with a stale earthy stench. “I haven't worn these since we lost the semi-final,” Haley announced as she pulled out a black soccer cleat for him to look at, “Which was months ago but you couldn't tell by smelling them could you? That's one of the best things about you shrinkees, such sensitive little noses.”

She dropped the shoe back in the box, and then her hand reached out to grab him. Dave stumbled back, but he knew there was no escape even before her thumb and forefinger latched onto his ankle and lifted him skyward. Pain erupted from his hip as she let him dangle freely from the single limb while she slowly and methodically opened up the sock she had worn that day.

“I hope my socks smell as nice as Sydney's,” Haley said with a snicker as she finally released his ankle.

Dave plummeted through the sky before he was engulfed by the tight itchy wool tube that was her sock. He tumbled end over end as the friction slowed him down and then when he hit the worn heel, he rolled another few stomach churning feet to the toe section. The stench assaulted his nostrils and bile instantly rose in his throat, which he forced himself to swallow back down.

The world shook as Haley tied a knot in the top and then began to fold the sock over and over again. The smell in the toes then grew worse as she lowered his prison into her old soccer cleat, and Dave found his whole mouth becoming overwhelmed with saliva as he prepared to vomit. Through the wool barrier, he could feel her fingers press against him before shoving him head first against the insole.

Dave's entire existence was suddenly nothing but darkness and the earthy stench of Haley's toe jam, and that's when he vomited. He desperately tried to wriggle away from the patch of his own bile, but between the sock and the tight toe section of the shoe where he had been crammed, there was nothing Dave could do. Rolling over, he let the bile soak into his hair, stinging his scalp as he did his best to acclimate his shrunken body to the tomb.

As his breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, and his heart rate spiked, the already pitch black world receded into the total darkness of unconsciousness.

The tiny man had no idea how much time had passed when he was awoken by the sound of Haley's door crashing open and shut, but as he sucked in a breath, the stench of her shoes and socks was something he was only mildly aware of. Outside his prison, Dave could hear her speak but couldn't make out the words before his world shook.

He was tossed about and then Dave could feel his sock prison being dragged backward before he was sent tumbling down toward the ground with only the sock to protect him. Through the dark fabric, all he could see was Haley's sneakers far below. She held him there, letting him sway back and forth as she pushed the sneakers off with her toes. Only after her feet were free from their prisons, did she free Dave from his.

Her fingers gripped his body from the outside, and then turned the sock inside out so she could easily snatch him with her other hand. Her thumb ran over his sweaty limp form, and Dave couldn't even muster the energy to flinch in response. “That's a good slave,” Haley almost cooed down at him, “A nice pliable little man.”

She bent down and set him next to her sneaker, sitting with its sole facing him.

On the far side of her desk chair, Dave could see Judy crouched over a ball of tinfoil, stuffing herself with the giantess's meager leftovers. The tiny man could vaguely smell something like tacos and it made his stomach quiver with hunger. He started to stumble toward it but Haley's sock clad foot blocked his path.

“Oh,” Haley made a big show of following his gaze, “Is the little man hungry?”

Dave fell onto his knees, his whole body shaking as he stared up at Haley, he had barely eaten over the past week and the smell of food was unbearable. “Pl-please, Mistress Haley...”

The giantess smiled up in the heavens as she settled into her desk chair, looking like some sort of immense queen to the man at her feet. “Don't worry, little man, I haven't forgotten your dinner, but I'm curious, don't you want to know what your Mistress was doing while she was out?”

Tears welled up in Dave's eyes, and he immediately shouted, “Yes, Mistress.”

The giantess opened up her purse and pulled out what looked like a deflated balloon, “Your Mistress was out enjoying the company of a real man.”

Dave fell backward as he realized the slick dangling piece of rubber between Haley's fingertips was a condom.

The girl looked from the condom to him and then smirked, “My man's dick is bigger than you are.” She leaned down and slowly started to turn the condom upside down, “I always wonder how you little things can go running around like you don't realize it. Like, you get it, right? You're smaller than a dick.”

Cold semen flowed out of the condom like a cold sludge, and Haley drizzled it onto the sole of her sneaker in bright white ropes like she was piping it from a pastry bag.

“I could crush you with these shoes, my boyfriend could crush you with his dick. You are not a person anymore, you are a shrinkee, and a fucking small one at that,” each one of her words hit Dave like a hammer, and as he stared up into her glossed over eyes, Dave suddenly wondered if she was high or drunk. “And just so you don't fucking forget that, I want you to eat something from a real man.”

She tossed the condom into a trash can and then grabbed her phone, holding it over Dave's tiny world as she waited for him to start licking.

Dave looked at the goop that was still slowly rolling down the tread, and then he looked at the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. Haley made a soft but clearly annoyed grunt, her foot swinging into his vision all the threat that she needed to give.

His stomach rumbling and tears welling up in his eyes, Dave stepped toward the sneaker and raked his tongue across the tread. First he tasted warm earthy flavors and then he felt the cold salty sludge enter his mouth, coating it in a disgusting film as he forced himself to swallow.

High above, he heard Haley's finger tap against her phone's screen.

With his stomach churning from his 'dinner', Dave found himself incapable of putting up any resistance as Haley plucked him up and shoved him back into her old cleat.

His face smashed against the musty insole and his sticky lips broke apart instantly as he gagged. Without the sock wrapped around him, there was nothing to blunt the full stench of an entire season's worth of practices and games. Coughing and sputtering he moved toward the mouth of the shoe only to see the light cut off as the giantess shut the lid to the shoe box.

The bit of fresh air that collected around the mouth of the sneaker was quickly displaced by the stale stench of both cleats. Dim light came in through the seam beneath the box's lid, and Dave found himself transfixed by the underside of his apparent bed's partner. Thick spikes adorned the sole and clumps of dried mud still clung to them, but what caught his attention was a strange stain near the ball of the foot. At first it looked like another clump of dried mud but the color was off, where the rest of the dried mud was a dark brown almost black, this looked more like rust. It was only a little bigger than his chest but he swore was a blood stain.

Dave's whole body shook as he told himself that it couldn't be.

Yet, as the dim light disappeared and he heard the roar of twisting metal that announced the giantess had gotten into bed, the tiny man found himself easily imagining it.

There were stories that people could shrink down to an inch, or less.

His heart began to pound as he reminded himself that he was only four inches tall, and he had been six not that ago, and before that he had only lost an inch or two. It was entirely possible that someone, maybe someone who had been at their full height or maybe someone who was already shrinking, had had a huge attack and ended up less than an inch high in the middle of a high school soccer field.

The whole world would have shook as the titans took to the field, and in a panic the tiny man would have run about in any direction, desperate to avoid the block-sized soccer ball and the building-sized feet that kicked it. Everywhere he went though, Dave realized, would be rumbling and then churned up by the giantess's cleats. The earth literally torn apart by the passage of a single teenage girl, boulders and debris raining down like an avalanche before their foot hit the ground again; sending out another quake as they displaced some other distant patch of soil.

In the distance, he'd certainly be able to hear other giants, all of them cheering or shouting as the giantesses played, but all he could do was stumble about as they passed over him once more. How long would he be forced to futilely run through the field, unable to reach the sidelines while his lungs burned and his muscles ached?

And then she'd appear on the horizon.

First, he'd see Haley's enormous cherubic face, her dark hair no doubt pulled back from it, her soft cheeks flushed red from the game. That would quickly be replaced by her uniform, the shirt two-toned from perspiration as she charged down the field, completely unaware of how her approach made the world in front of her shake and shudder. Then her shorts, her pale toned legs, and finally the dark socks that ran right into her cleats.

The toe would rise into the air, soft earth would splatter against him like rain as the shadow of her sole spread over the world. He'd be able to make out the thick spikes, each one probably as big as he was and seeming to grow bigger as time slowed down and the shoe descended toward him. His mouth would hang open, his muscles would twitch, and then...

Boom!

His body was coated in a mixture of his own cold sweat and old lint from the insole of Haley's cleat, and as he brushed off the pieces, his breathing began to slow and he realized he had been dreaming. The tiny man had no idea when he had fallen asleep, but as he pushed himself off of the insole and looked at the cleat's partner in the warm sunlight of a Saturday morning, he found that there was no splotch.

A sigh of relief burst apart the film of cold semen that still stuck to his lips and Dave found himself revolted all over again. Standing, he found that his small frame didn't even reach the top of the shoe box and he immediately fell onto his backside in defeat. As he pulled his knees close to his chest, Dave took solace in the fact that he had at least finally gone noseblind to the stench.

Somewhere beyond the cardboard walls of the shoe box, he heard Haley moving about and could easily imagine Judy following a few paces behind her heels. In the wake of his most recent escape attempt, Dave found it hard to deny that Judy had probably had the right idea from the beginning. There was no way to escape these girls, and it was better to be their slaves than a stain on their shoes.

For the first time in months, his thoughts turned to Vanessa.

As he imagined her curvaceous frame rising above him, Dave was suddenly reminded that he had never felt uncomfortable drinking in the enormous twenty-something. Even though Sydney was eighteen, she was still a high school student and as he thought about Vanessa, he realized that Sydney was lean and wiry, whereas his redheaded captress had been plump and full figured. Dave's member stirred as he thought of her enormous tits, big enough for him to lay on top of as his body sank into her milky flesh.

The heady stench of her suede ankle boots entered his mind and he imagined sitting between them, their heels making her calves bulge against the dark colored stockings she wore. He'd reach out, his fingers running over first the rough suede and then the soft clingy feel of her nylons, the flesh beneath springy and inviting. Dave would yank himself up onto her leg, clambering up it one bundle of stocking after the other.

High above, her crotch would hover like a cloud made entirely of flames. At the white hot center of that blazing cloud were her glistening pussy lips. He'd pull himself into the warm wet cavern of Vanessa's vagina, and just before he yanked his foot in, he'd feel the soft cotton of her panties brush against it, confirming that she was sealing him in. Dave's lungs would burn and his eyes would sting as he plunged deeper into her juicy womanhood, but he wouldn't care.

The only thing that mattered to Dave was hearing his Goddess roar.

Familiar words entered his ears, “Good morning, Little-”

“...Vanessa...” he groaned between pants.

“-Shit,” everything turned sour instantly as the box's lid was thrown back.

Dave's own ejaculate spurted out of his body, splattering against the cleat's insole as Haley loomed in the sky above. He stammered as her dark eyes raked over the scene and her shining pink lips curled upward in a smirk.

“I knew you were a little fucking perv,” she announced as a single finger came down and shoved him head first into the insole. She gave no command but Dave found his tongue reaching out instantly to lap up his own seed. The single digit, big enough to cover his head and neck, provided her with enough leverage to shove him about the mouth of her cleat and suck up all of his own spunk. When it finally released him, Dave let out a sigh of relief before his hips were pinched and she used his body like a rag to wipe up whatever he had missed.

She lifted him up into the sky, and he found himself trembling as she brought him before her billboard sized face. Her eyes flickered over him, inspecting every millimeter of his tiny body, before she lowered him back down to the ground, completely silent as she set him down between her feet. He looked back and forth as her toes wiggled atop the well worn insole of her Birkenstock sandals.

“Well,” her voice boomed overhead, almost bored.

Dave's eyes traveled up from the leather straps that secured the sandals to Haley's feet, along her pale toned legs to the baggy jean shorts she was wearing. Her face was obscured by the shelf of her breasts, her shirt rippling beneath them as she leaned forward, the full force of her gaze slamming down onto him as her hand lifted off her hip and made a circular 'get on with it' gesture.

“I'm waiting.”

The tiny man's heart hammered in his chest, and he looked around desperately for Judy, hoping the girl's former teacher would be able to offer some insight into what the titanic teen wanted. Movement in the skies above him brought his attention back to the enormous girl. Her muscles flexed beneath her skin and her left foot rose up until it was hovering slightly higher than he stood.

Haley pivoted and suddenly the sole hung above him, blotting out everything else.

Dave's mouth opened as he tried to scream, his muscles twitched desperately trying to get him to move, but the sole simply engulfed his world.

Rather than the truck-like force he was expecting, the sole hit him gently and then slowly started to force him onto his knees, then his backside, and finally he was spread eagle beneath it, his eyes barley clearing the toe. Everything reeked of earth, feet, and leather, as he watched her toes wriggle directly above his head.

“You owe me an apology, you little shit,” Haley growled, and suddenly the pressure atop Dave's body increased. The air was pushed from his lungs and he could feel his joints being forced out of their sockets. Then it stopped and the sole was gently resting atop him again, allowing him to suck in the funky air beneath it.

The sheer control that Haley had made Dave nervous, she knew just how hard to press to kill him and she knew how to not. After months of being around Sydney's forgetful stomps, he forgot just how terrifying a giant who knew the limits of his tiny body was.

“Do you think Judy is allowed to do what you did just now?” The pressure jumped up again before easing back, “Only real people, big people, are allowed to do that. Maybe we let you little shits watch or maybe, if you're really lucky, we use you but you never, ever, do it yourself.”

The pressure increased, and kept coming.

Dave's vision tunneled as he felt his sternum press down against his heart and lungs.

Then everything roared back into focus as the birkenstock was lifted off of him.

Coughing and sputtering, Dave sucked in just enough breath to shout, “I'm sorry, Mistress Haley!”

In the heavens high above him, Haley smiled.

The sandal atop him started to shake and Dave tensed up as he heard a strange scraping sound. It was only after the pressure on him decreased that he realized that the noise was Haley slipping her foot out of the shoe.

“Get on top, you little shit.”

When Dave opened his eyes, he saw that Haley was now leaning back against her desk, her bare foot resting against her shin, sunlight glinting off her painted toenails. The tiny man tried to shimmy out from beneath the broad sandal but the sheer weight of it kept him pinned. He desperately tried to wriggle his hands against the cool leathery sole, pushing with all of his might but the hefty footwear remained on top of him.

Haley let out an exaggerated yawn as she watched him fail miserably to free himself.

She stretched her immense leg languidly and her foot seemed to gently drift back down toward him. Dave braced himself for the inevitable increase in pressure but instead he saw her big toe and second toe splay open wide before she hooked one of the straps between them. The toes clenched down and then casually lifted the sandal up into the air, the shoe dangling high enough that if it dropped, it'd certainly maim him if it connected.

“There,” Haley purred, “Was that so hard?”

She giggled as she passed the shoe up into her hand, all while Dave lay on the ground, mesmerized by her huge movements. Haley casually worked the buckles along the two worn straps of black leather, stretching the straps out ever so slightly before bending down and letting the shoe drop.

Thwack!

A scream caught in Dave's throat as he rolled over, the hefty sandal clapping down a few relative feet from where he had been laying, practically paralyzed from his own confusion. His breathing remained raspy as he watched Haley's foot slide back into the sandal, her skin scraping against the suede insole before it settled on a dark imprint left from years of use.

“Now, get on,” Haley announced as she lifted her phone from somewhere on her desk, her thumb scrolling across its surface, “I have shit to do today.”

Nervously, Dave crawled to the sandal, its hefty sole as tall as his knees, and tried to figure out what the giantess meant by 'get on' while her foot dominated the space. A lump formed in his throat as he saw the narrow space that existed between the top of her foot and the straps. He looked skyward, but Haley's eyes were focused on her phone, and so Dave swallowed the lump and grabbing one of the straps, hauled himself on top of Haley's foot.

Her skin was soft beneath his callused bare feet, but beneath it he could feel the hard wall of muscle and bone that possessed more than enough power to end his life without the addition of the thick-soled shoes the giantess wore. Carefully, he started to slide himself into the straps feet first, feeling like he was laying down to take part in a luge.

Then the entire foot bucked in response, and when he turned to the heavens he saw Haley glaring at him over the top of her phone. “Head first, or do you expect my toes to clean themselves throughout the day?”

“S-so-sorry, Mistress Haley!” He managed to shout, scrambling on top of her foot before he slowly slid himself face forward toward her toes. As he settled atop her, he felt the blood rush toward his head and his whole body start to slide forward but then he went weightless as the giantess lifted her foot into the sky.

The straps were tightened by her immense hand, forcing him to grunt and wriggle as they dug into his skin. Meanwhile her foot flexed beneath him turning the whole world into a blur while he listened to the soft sound of her heel bouncing against the insole. Wind howled in his ears and the blurry world morphed into a singular downward streak as her foot crashed down against the floor, leaving his teeth rattling inside of his own skull.

“Good enough,” Haley pronounced, her phone beeping somewhere high above Dave's small world. Shadow engulfed him and he knew that Haley was leaning forward to look down at him before she spoke, “Now, I want you to know that if I feel your little dick get hard against my foot, you won't be punished. I'm not a monster, little man, I understand that it must be hard for a tiny little perv like you to be so close to my perfect foot and not get hard. However, if I feel the tiny specks of your splooge, there will be consequences.”

Dave's small body trembled as he listened to the girl's words, he knew that the chances of it happening were minimal but at the same time he knew that his body would be rubbing against her soft skin all day. As he thought about it, he felt his miniscule manhood stir, and immediately cursed beneath his breath as he tried to conjure up images of baseball and old ladies to banish it away.

“If you understand, give my big toe a kiss.”

Wriggling against the straps, Dave extended his head to her big toe and pressed his lips against the warm foot flesh.

“Good,” was all she said before taking her first step.

The world instantly became hellish carnival ride to the shrunken man. Her room blurred by as he went weightless than shook as her foot smashed into the ground, his whole frame still shuddering as it reached the high point of her step. He'd recover just in time to feel his stomach hang in the air behind him as the sandal crashed back onto the floor. Then came the stairs, a constant hammering on his small body as she raced down them, followed by more footfalls and more stairs and more footfalls.

Finally, everything stopped, and as the world came into focus once more, Dave found himself inside of Haley's car. The giantess's other foot was thankfully working the pedals, and Dave was able to breathe a sigh of relief as she started up the car and pulled onto the street. For a few brief moments, he found his muscles relaxing despite the straps digging into them, but then the radio dimmed briefly.

“Whenever I'm not walking, little man, you should be licking my toes clean.”

Even if he could turn his head to look at her, Dave knew that he wouldn't be able to see her because of how she was sitting. Still, he knew from the casual way she pronounced it that she was serious, and so, he wiggled forward and let his tongue lap against her toes, which already had the barest coating of dust and sweat and toe jam forming between them.

With him set to his task, the radio roared back to life and Haley turned her attention back to driving.

His tongue was already dry by the time they reached their destination, and Dave was happy to roll his papery tongue back into his mouth but then the car door crashed open and the world turned into a carnival ride again. The ground beneath him rapidly went from blacktop to concrete and finally the polished tile of the local mall, a place which he had previously only seen from the confines of Sydney's purse. From his blurred perspective near the floor, it was hard to make sense of anything, it was only when Haley stopped to inspect something in a store that he got a chance to look around.

With his chapped lips and leathery tongue pressing against her soft toes, Dave didn't have much of a view but he was able to see the powerful feet of the people around Haley. Most of the other customers in the stores the giantess frequented were young women such as herself and from his place on top of her foot he saw pair after pair of fashionable sneakers and sandals walk by with random boots and heels thrown in.

Dave had no idea how much time passed as he listened to the clacking of hangers on the racks high above him, or the soft but echoing sound of an employee's voice when they asked Haley if she needed help. It was only when he heard Haley placing an order in the food court that he realized she must have wiled away hours simply browsing. Painfully twisting his body about, he looked skyward to see a blue plastic tray blotting out the sky, Haley's silver nail polish popping against the muted color of the food court tray.

The thunderous noise of other mall attendees competed against the scraping of metal chairs against the tile floor as Haley settled into her own seat at an empty table. She kicked out her feet in front of her and for the first time since she lashed him into place, Dave could feel blood returning to the lower part of his body, spreading a pins-and-needles feeling in its wake. He could just barely see over the toe of the sandal and he found himself gazing out across the food court, hoping against hope to see another shrunken person fighting for survival like he once had.

Behind and above him, Haley's voice cooed, “Aw, Judy, look at you getting all messy.”

Dave blinked, he had never heard Haley refer to her former teacher with such a cutesy tone, and as he wrestled about trying to see where she was, he suddenly realized that she was up on the table. He craned his neck back as far as it would go until he could see the wire frame tabletop high above.

Haley's enormous tray blocked out most of the table but he could make out Judy's crouching form on one side, no doubt chowing down on scraps of the giantess's food just as she had the night before. His mouth hung open as another shadow appeared over Judy, and he realized it was the dim shape of Haley's hand, actually petting her teacher like the woman was a tiny pet rather than the slave she was normally treated as.

“Look at you,” Haley continued to coo, “You might as well be wearing your food.”

A meek protest bubbled up from Judy, “Mistress Haley, please...”

“You've got more of my food on you than my fork does, Judy,” the giant girl purred and suddenly the hand hovering over the shrunken woman lifted her off the table, “Which means I should just be using you as my fork.”

Dave couldn't see what happened as the hand disappeared behind the tray, but he could hear the muffled protests of Judy mixed up with the squelching of whatever food court stir fry the gigantic girl had ordered. Somewhere up above he heard Haley slurp loudly followed by a soft pop and a gentle moan of pleasure. The protests quickly stopped and were solely replaced with the continued sound of Haley's slurping and munching.

The toes in front of Dave flexed and immediately brought his attention back to Haley's feet, but he knew what was going on above. Haley was forcing Judy to gather up clumps of her lunch in her arms and deposit them in the girl's waiting maw. He shuddered as he imagined being plowed through some thick goopy sauce, only to then be assaulted by Haley's monstrous tongue prying it off of him.

“Mhm,” Haley's moan was followed by her patting her own stomach, “That hit the spot, didn't it, Judy?” The tiny woman said nothing in response and Dave heard Haley fiddle with her purse as she placed the shrunken woman back inside of it. “Oh stop pouting, I know you love that game.”

Without any warning, Dave's body shook and his vision blurred as Haley pushed back from her table and stood up. Everything became hellish ride once again before Haley stopped in front of the trash can, and based on his rapidly focusing vision, waited for another girl around her age to throw out her trash.

All Dave could see of the giantess was her classic Adidas, tanned skin, and the frayed edge of her pants but as the huge shoes crashed backwards ever so slightly, Dave realized that the two giantesses had almost bumped into each other.

“Sorry,” boomed the other giantess.

“It's ok,” came Haley's thunderous reply, “I love your sneakers by the way, I've been thinking of getting a pair.”

“They're so comfy,” the other girl replied as she stepped back and modeled them for Haley.

As the giantess twisted her foot about though, Dave's eyes went wide. Wedged between the broad ropy laces was a shrunken woman who looked even smaller than him. The three inch tall woman had matted hair and sickly pale skin marred by bruises that was stretched taut across her bones.

Haley snickered from above, “And who's that little bitch?”

“Oh her?” The giantess gave a single curt laugh, “That's my brother's ex-girlfriend. Stupid little skank shrunk after he caught her cheating on him, when she got small enough he literally mailed her to me. Sucks for her but that's what she gets for being a shrinkee dumb enough to cheat on someone who's Immune.” Even though Dave couldn't see her eyes move, he felt the giantess's gaze fall on him, “What about your little dude?”

“Oh, this is actually one that my friend literally found in a snow bank freezing to death.”

The giantess gave another biting laugh, “Stupid shrinkees, don't they realize that if snow is cold for people, it'll be way worse for them?”

“I know, right?” Haley replied as the two giantesses fell into step with each other, Dave watching his counterpart suffer with the same dazed but painful expression he wore, “Anyway, this guy is really fucking dumb. He actually tried to escape.”

“No way!”

“I know, I guess he thought he could survive on his own or something.”

“That's crazy. This skank thanks me everyday because if it weren't for me she'd have died months ago.”

“Right? Sydney, my friend who owns this guy, says that she literally explained that to him the same day he tried to escape. Anyway, he didn't get far before Sydney's boyfriend found him and got him back.”

“Oooo, that's a good boyfriend.”

“They're super sweet together,” Haley replied before stopping to check her phone, “Speaking of boyfriends, I gotta go meet up with mine but it was so nice meeting you.”

“Oh my God, you too, it's always nice to meet another Immune person who really understands these little fuckers. Do you have like an Insta or anything?”

“Yes!” Haley pulled out her phone so the girls could easily find each others accounts. After a few more minutes of complimenting their pictures, and Haley explaining that she had her own Youtube channel too, the giantesses finally parted.

Dave felt numb as the world blurred by, trying to comprehend that there were other people just as bad as Haley and Sydney out there. He trembled as he remembered Haley talking about a girl in LA who did shots with shrunken people inside, and the amount of times Sydney had talked about wanting to simply squash people. As Haley settled back in behind the wheel, he realized that people like his teenage captor and Vanessa before that, were the norm.

Licking at the collected sweat and dead skin between Haley's smallest toes, he realized that the only nice giant he had ever met was someone who wasn't Immune. People like him, most people, just never thought it would happen to them but felt some sympathy for those who it happened to. After all, if you lost the game of genetic roulette, it could just as easily be you running in terror of some giant's footfalls. The people that won that lottery though, the Immune, they were downright vicious.

Dave felt like he was run over by a truck, or more likely Sydney's foot, as it finally hit him that he had always been living in their world. Long before he had shrunk, he had been at the mercy of the Immune. All shrinking down had done was make it obvious.

Thump! Thump!

Dave's whole world rocked back and forth as Haley's sandal clad feet crashed down onto an old coffee table. He slid ever so slightly down her foot, his shoulder blades catching on one of the broad leathery straps and his nose now firmly nestled in the wrinkled flesh between her toes. He turned his head around and tried to take in his surroundings, the world had flown by when the enormous teen left her car and then entered another gigantic house. She had briefly said hello to someone, her boyfriend's mom or dad, but the sound had been garbled by the sheer speed with which she moved through their home.

Things had stopped for a brief moment, his whole body stretching as she stood up on the tips of her toes to kiss her boyfriend. His head had practically slammed into the worn suede insole of her Birkenstocks before it was yanked back as her heels rocked back onto the ground, making his shrunken body shake for several long seconds. The carnival ride of her footfalls began again until finally she had sat down and thrown her feet up.

In the distance he could see dry wall painted with a plain off-white coat and a lumpy worn armchair near the scuffed up and stained coffee table. Turning his head in the opposite direction, he saw a controller for some gaming console along with scattered crumbs and empty water bottles on the coffee table and it all quickly dawned on him. They were sitting in the finished basement of some suburban home that had become either the living space or default hangout room for a teenage boy; Haley's boyfriend.

Dave's tiny stomach twisted as he thought about the cold sludge-like semen he had lapped up just the night before and how it had come from whatever gargantuan youth that ruled this room. Behind him, Dave heard the groans of an old couch as it sagged a little further than usual and then the world shook and the tiny man was plunged into the shadow of the giant boy's feet.

The massive feet were several inches longer than Haley's, their thick meaty toes wriggling above Dave's tiny head, each one more than big enough to crush it. The small knuckles popped as the giant clenched them tight against the sole of his slides before they drummed against the plain rubber. Dave's gaze was drawn to the dark manly hairs that grew atop the toes and feet, practically nothing compared to the wiry forest that grew along the giant's legs. Then the masculine stench wafted over him, and the tiny man gagged, plunging his nose deep into Haley's earthy but ultimately floral scented toes.

Behind him, the couch groaned again and then the giant's voice growled, “I was starting to worry.”

A soft yelp and more furniture groans painted a picture of the giant teens in Dave's head that Haley's breathy reply only confirmed, “I got held up talking to someone.”

“Oh yeah,” kisses popped off like artillery reports.

“Mhm,” Haley's toes flexed against Dave's face, making him squirm ever so slightly, “I didn't think you'd worry about me.”

“You said you'd be here half an hour ago, I thought you got in an accident or something.”

Dave's world pitched as Haley shifted in her seat. His head was spinning as he felt his body pulled across the top of her foot by gravity and his face shifted to be between her second and third toe. A shadow passed overhead as her right leg flew out over her boyfriend's and her foot touched down somewhere between his.

“That's so sweet,” Haley cooed, clearly meaning every word of it as she kissed her boyfriend.

For several excruciating minutes, all Dave could hear was the sound of the two giants' lips smacking against each other and then breaking apart as they sucked in breaths between kisses. The couch continued to groan beneath them and her boyfriend's feet twisted about as he too repositioned himself to make it easier for them to make out.

Finally, the two broke apart and the giant's voice boomed out, “Ready to smoke?”

“Aren't your parents still home?” Her voice was quiet, almost nervous.

The giant kissed her softly on her head, “Lemme check.” The floor was suddenly pounded by his powerful footfalls, old stairs creaking beneath the behemoth's wait as he ascended them. “Mom? Dad?” His voice echoed down the stairwell, and no doubt throughout the entire home, but there was no response. The stairs creaked once more as the boy announced, “Nah, we're good.”

“Awesome,” Haley replied as she pulled her feet off the coffee table and planted them firmly on the well worn carpet. Dave found himself staring directly up at her legs as she scooted forward, her fingers drumming against her kneecaps, clearly excited.

The giant's slides slapped loudly against his otherwise bare feet as he moved about, and Dave could hear the clinking sound of glass followed by a rush of water. A few moments later, and the tiny man saw a massive bong hanging in the sky like an alien mothership before the titanic teen placed it on the coffee table directly in front of Haley.

The giantess's dainty hands almost leaped from her knees, quickly packing the bowl as her boyfriend crashed back into the couch. Dave cringed as the giant's slide brushed up against the Birkenstock he was imprisoned by, the smell filling the air as the giant began to tap his feet against the floor sending out vibrations that traveled up to Dave's tiny body.

The tapping suddenly stopped as shadows danced across Dave's world and he heard the tell tale bubbling of a water bong. Unable to crane his neck completely behind him, he only caught glimpses of the gigantic device as the two giants passed it between them, but he could see the heavy white smoke fill the sky above. Worse, the tiny man could smell the pungent heady scent of the weed; something both earthy and buttery all at once.

The smell of weed thankfully displaced the stench of feet from Dave's nose, and after a minute it even managed to remove the taste of Haley's toe jam from his tongue. His muscles began to unwind as he took in breath after weed-laced breath, his whole body almost going slack as the bong bubbled again and again above him.

The world pitched and shuddered as the giants settled into the couch and kicked their feet up, but Dave didn't care because for the first time in months, he was relaxed. He let himself simply lay limply against Haley's foot as the sound of an enormous television mingled with the subdued high giggles of the giantess and her boyfriend.

Breathing slowly and softly, he tried to find the energy to curse Haley but not for all the previous torture. He desperately wanted to be angry with her for never sharing weed with Sydney, the tiny man knew his titanic teenage owner could use it. The gigantic girl was constantly stressed about school and college and this sport or that activity but most importantly, Dave wished he had felt like this earlier. Being enslaved to the Immune was horrible but it might be at least bearable if his tiny body could soak in a second hand high every so often.

Whump!

Dave's lit world shuddered and his bones rattled against themselves, instantly killing the wonderful buzz he had managed to cultivate. Looking to his left, he realized that Haley's boyfriend had casually kicked her foot with his own.

“That's not Judy,” he rumbled.

“Huh?” Was all Haley offered before the couch groaned from her sitting up, “Oh no, that's Sydney's slave. I told you about it last night, she gave him to me for the weekend-”

“Because he tried to escape, right, right,” the giant's words were slowly replaced with shaking laughter, “Wait, he's why you took-” The giant never finished the sentence too busy laughing. Haley giggled beside him, and Dave felt his cheeks turn bright red as he tried to block the previous night from his memory. The giant's voice broke through Dave's thoughts though, “Think he's high?”

“What?”

“The little dude, think he got high?”

“He better not have,” even stoned, the giantess managed to sound like an angry goddess, “Smoking weed is for real people, not shrinkees.”

The couch groaned and suddenly, a brutish billboard-sized face appeared next to Dave's minuscule form. Glazed over brown eyes looked out at Dave beneath bushy eyebrows, only to be replaced by a classic roman nose and then a square jaw with a dark coating of stubble across it. Breath that reeked of weed rolled over Dave's world as the giant's deafening words boomed out, “He looks fucking high.”

“Then he should be punished,” came Haley's pronouncement.

The ground shook and shuddered as the giant leaned in closer, his lips hovering over his girlfriend's foot as he took in the shrunken man attached to it. “What kind of punishment?” Spittle splattered against Dave's bare back as the giant's warm breath washed over his shrunken form.

The world rumbled as the giant was yanked backward by Haley, and Dave's vision became a blur until her foot crashed down against the ground. Turning his head as best as he could, all Dave could see was the monolithic wall of the giant's back, its muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin and tight t-shirt.

“If your parents aren't home, why the fuck are we down here talking about Sydney's shrunken fuck-up?”

Her boyfriend didn't answer with words, instead he simply shot up from the floor and a second later, Dave's world was a blur again while Haley's excited shrieks pierced his tiny ear drums. Her feet kicked about, making his stomach do flip flops as her ginormous boyfriend carried her up two flights of stairs.

Wind whistled in Dave's ears only to be replaced by the apocalyptic sound of bed springs crashing and groaning as Haley's relatively monumental weight was thrown down upon them. The world shifted as the girl lifted up her foot and pressed the heel of her sandal against the toe of its partner, then pushed. The tiny man screamed as he went flying up with the sandal, desperately grabbing onto a leather strap as the shoe was sent hurtling toward the distant floor.

Everything spun again and again, and scenes of Dave's own life flashed before his eyes, mingling with his front row seat of a handsome giant mounting a mesa-like mattress.

WHACK!

The shoe crashed against the floor and Dave bounced against the damp suede insole. He lay atop it, panting desperately, his head spinning as he tried to recover from the strange and sudden movement.

A firm hand, far larger than his own, wrapped around his bicep and bodily dragged him off of the Birkenstock. He kicked and sputtered as he was hauled up to his feet, all while a quiet voice harshly whispered, “Stop it! Stop!”

The hand shook him, and Dave finally realized that he was staring at the undersides of Judy's breasts and immediately hugged her. “Oh my God, Judy.”

His words were overwhelmed by the bed groaning above them, followed by the grunts and moans of the two giants atop it. Clothes began to rain down around them while Judy broke the embrace and pulled him with her as she started to run, “C'mon, we should hide in his closet.”

As they raced beneath the giant's bed, dodging sour smelling socks and dust bunnies, Dave called back, “Why would we need to hide?”

Judy came to a halt as they reached the opposite side, she craned her head to the sky, and Dave followed. They watched as the giant wrenched open a drawer in his night stand and pulled out a condom. His voice boomed, “I got a good idea for a punishment.”

Haley snickered, her voice breathy and excited, “I already made him eat it last night.”

“Nah, I think that little shit should see how a real man fucks, up close and personal.”

Haley's excited yelp turned into a full laugh at her boyfriend's suggestion. Meanwhile, Judy began to back away into the darkness beneath the giant's bed, pushing Dave back as she went. A loud crash echoed from the far side of the bed, and Dave turned to see the giant's hand pawing at Haley's sandal.

“He's not there.”

“Check the other one.”

The bed groaned as the giant switched sides, his fist practically punching the Birkenstock as he growled, “Where'd that little fucker go?”

“Nowhere if he knows what's good for him,” Haley announced.

Her boyfriend's hairy feet crashed down followed by his knees and then his hands as he lowered himself to look beneath the bed. Dave started to move backward, and Judy's arm started to push him at the same time, making the tiny man stumble and drag his shrunken companion down with him. The boyfriend's face suddenly appeared in the spacious gap between his bed frame and the floor, and the reddened eyes immediately spotted the pair.

“There you are,” he boomed, his thick fingers wrapping around both their waists with ease before dragging them out.

Neither of them squirmed as they were lifted up into the sky and then held at the same height as his throbbing member. Haley looked over at them with reddened and glazed over eyes before her comparatively gentle fingers teased Judy from her boyfriend's grasp. “You know you should be serving your Master while he serves your Mistress.”

“S-s-so-sorry, Mistress Haley,” was all Judy said but she shot Dave an apologetic as she was lowered to the ground.

She immediately scurried between the enormous teen's feet as he called out, “Start with my Dunks, bitch.”

Haley didn't even look at Dave as she took the condom from her boyfriend's hand and quickly removed it from the packaging. The behemoth began to chuckle as he brought Dave up against his hard manhood. The tiny man tried to fight the powerful grip but his arms were thinner than the giant's pinkie finger and he doubted the young man even noticed his protests. The teen's manhood was almost double his size and Dave found himself laid down along the center of the shaft, having about as much room on either side as he did on his twin extra long in college.

The hand disappeared but before Dave could throw himself from the too warm flesh, the latex force field of a condom appeared above him and a second later it had snapped down against his skin. He could barely make out the world through the translucent golden rubber, but as the bed groaned and his body pitched downward, he could see enough to recognize Haley's wet womanhood.

There was no foreplay between the two, merely pure adolescent lust as the giant rammed himself inside. Dave screamed, his raw voice absorbed wholly by the dick and condom around him as Haley's vaginal walls clamped against them, squelching as they contracted and relaxed with each thrust.

Darkness overwhelmed the tiny man as the condom turned into a furnace. Between the heat of the cock beneath him and the vagina surrounding him, Dave could do nothing but sweat out what little water he had managed to absorb from Haley's sweat that day. His hair became plastered against his head as his tongue turned to sandpaper in his rapidly drying mouth, and finally his own continuous screams became a hoarse choked sob.

In and out and in and out, the tiny man had no sense of time as his body was thrashed about within the confines of the condom. The latex rubbed against his back, and the warm dick flesh against his belly and crotch, constantly sending confusing signals of pain and pleasure back to his brain.

Then suddenly, the whole world tensed up around him.

“No!” He coughed out as the giant came.

Burning hot fluid the consistency of yogurt filled the small void that existed between the condom and the cock within it. As light poured in as the giant pulled out, Dave watched the wave of spunk roar toward him and shut his eyes right before it crashed into him.

He had no other choice but to swallow as it washed against his nose and mouth. Oddly, as he choked down the salty fluid, he was reminded of an awkward hungover morning at a dim sum restaurant, where he had accidentally ordered hot salted soy milk and fermented tofu. Gagging as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the stuff, he had no sense of his own body as the condom was yanked off of the giant's deflating member.

Dave was sent rolling down the latex sides until he crashed into the tip where most of the semen had collected. The goop coated his back as he hung there, watching the rest of the giant's load slowly trickle down the side, trying to process everything that had just happened.

Through the strange golden filter of the condom, he could see the smug and satisfied face of Haley's boyfriend, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure as he stared at Dave. “And that is how a real man pleases a lady,” the giant laughed as he lowered Dave down, letting him see Haley sprawled out on his bed, the girl writhing and cooing in her own pleasure.

Her heavy breasts rose and fall as Dave was continuously lowered to the ground and then as he hung over the bottom of a trash can, unceremoniously dropped into it. The condom plummeted down toward him, hitting his chest like a hammer and knocking the wind from his lungs as he struggled to pry himself from the pool of rapidly cooling ejaculate. Struggling like he was stuck on fly paper, Dave eventually gave up and simply lay there, watching the sun set against the ceiling.

He tried to summon up the strength to hate Haley for this latest torture, but he was too exhausted. Worse, he knew that when Haley needed him, she'd free him.

Dave found himself drifting in and out of consciousness as he listened to the soft rumblings of the giant teens. They napped in post-orgasmic bliss and then later shared quiet pillow talk, which devolved back into heavy petting relatively quickly. Cringing against his latex prison, the tiny man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Haley tell her boyfriend to stop and then watched as her pale legs swung out through the sky. The earth shook as she rose up and walked out, announcing she was going to shower as she did.

The moment she left the room, her enormous boyfriend grumbled, “And what the fuck am I supposed to do about this?” With a heavy sigh, the behemoth's hairy arm flew above Dave and pried open a drawer, out of which came a bottle of moisturizer both taller and wider than the tiny man. Two loud squirts was all the warning Dave got before he was forced to listen to the enormous man pleasure himself.

Squirming in the cold ejaculate, he covered his ears as the grunts turned into breathy gasps intermixed with quiet mutterings until finally a single low groan echoed across the giant's cavernous bedroom. A few seconds later, tissues rained down on the wastebasket like parachuting soldiers, where they formed a solid layer, blocking the gigantic world from Dave's sight.

A quiet chuckle bubbled up from above and a shadow played against the white linen wall above Dave. The tissues parted and the condom was snatched up by thick powerful fingers, stretching out the latex and causing the tiny man at its tip to spin about as the whole thing unfurled once more. Dave reflexively shouted as the fingers pinched the tip, tearing the latex away from his skin with a sickening noise before forcing him to tumble down toward the rimmed mouth of the tunnel.

Even with his head spinning and body tumbling, Dave screamed as he landed in the waiting palm of the god-like young man. As he righted himself, the shrunken man could see the giant's member deflating into a thick forest of pubic hair that rose into a dark trail across his broad beefy torso. Where Chase was lean and cut, Haley's boyfriend was coated in a solid layer of fat topped with hair that rippled with every one of his powerful muscle's slightest movements.

“You're lucky I forgot about you, you little shit,” the giant said, his palm slowly descending to the floor, “I'd have made you take care of me like Judy normally does when Haley's busy.”

Dave shuddered at the thought of servicing the hairy beast before him. His gaze was drawn to the giant's crotch but it was thankfully already obscured by the plateau of the mattress. Then the platform that was the giant's hand began to tip, and Dave found himself stumbling, then rolling, back before finally crashing onto the floor between the teen's powerful feet.

“Speaking of, go help that tiny bitch with my kicks.”

The shrunken man simply stared skyward, momentarily perplexed by the giant's casual tone before nodding furiously and offering a quiet, “Y-ye-yes, Master.”

If the giant heard him, he offered no acknowledgment as he stood up, which sent the already stumbling Dave scurrying for the distant closet. As the floor shook, he looked behind him to watch the huge giant pick up his strewn about clothing, tugging on his shorts without underwear, the silky athletic shorts clinging to his still damp dick and creating a terrifying outline bigger than Dave's whole body. The shrunken man tripped over the threshold of the closet as he watched the behemoth's immense fingers scratch at his balls, each one swinging before settling back and letting the fabric contour against it once more.

Panting from his dash, Dave shook his head as he pushed himself back to his feet to find himself in a dimly lit closet filled with sneakers, only a few of which were actual athletic shoes, and a single pair of well worn hiking boots that looked powerful enough to crush Dave even without a foot behind them. As his breathing slowed and he started sucking air in through his nostrils, Dave was assaulted with a more concentrated version of the foot funk he had smelled earlier in the basement, which made him gag almost instantly.

“Hey, over here,” came Judy's quiet voice from deeper in the darkness.

Dave crept toward the sound, letting his eyes adjust to the deep shadows cast by the clothes hanging above them. Relatively quickly, he could see Judy kneeling before a pair of beat up shell top Adidas, lapping away at a stubborn scuff mark on the toe. The sight made Dave briefly shake, instantly reminding him of the giantess Haley had met at the mall who had attached her shrunken prisoner to a similar pair.

His fellow shrunken slave coughed and gestured for him to come closer. “Come on,” her voice croaked slightly, “I already did two pairs, help me out.”

Dave's muscles burned in pain as he lowered himself to his hands and knees to start spit-shining the sneaker, “Right... right.”

As he lapped away and Judy leaned back to stretch and recover, he could feel and hear Haley's footfalls as she returned. The giants' voices rumbled in the distance, the pair talking about their lives like Dave and Judy weren't sitting in the closet, cleaning the boy's shoes. As he had done for months, Dave did his best to push the reality of his existence from his mind and focus on the task at hand, but then the quakes beneath him grew more powerful as the pair approached, having decided that they were going to get dinner.

Light blazed on in the closet as the giant flipped a switch and parted the clothes hanging above them so he and Haley could look down on the shrunken pair. Haley's wet hair was already piled atop her head, but her pale fingers ran through the bun and undid it, letting her tresses fall down against her shoulders with a heavy plop. The giantess began to squat down while almost instantly gathering her hair up once more.

Dave's eyes went from her extending hand to Judy, who was staring past it at the impassive face of her owner, the tiny woman's eyes were wide and the look of horror made Dave realize she knew what was about to happen to her. Haley's fingers wrapped around Judy and instantly brought her to the new bun of wet hair that was forming atop her head. The shrunken woman didn't scream, squirm, or shout as she was bundled up with the heavy hair and turned into a sort of living ornament by the titanic teen.

Haley rose back up to her full height before giving the bun a few taps to test its integrity, then her boyfriend's meaty hand barreled in and yanked the hair about like it was a joystick. The giantess let out a loud yelp followed by a clearly annoyed, “Hey!” Meanwhile, Judy released an involuntary shriek that quickly dissolved into choked off sobs.

“Gonna wear the little dude, too?” The giant asked, the hand that had terrorized Judy now resting on Haley's shoulder, rubbing it in an obvious attempt to apologize or at least get the giantess to lighten up.

Dave's view suddenly snapped back to his world on the floor, where Haley's toes were drumming against the suede sole of her Birkenstock. “Nah, you can take him for now,” she said with a shrug.

The shrunken man blinked, stunned that he could be passed around so easily by the gigantic beings. By the time he had processed Haley's disinterested pronouncement, the giantess had already walked off and the giant's hand was descending. Thick fingers wrapped around him and encased him in a steel-like grip before the pressure eased off on Dave's torso and then his whole body pitched to the right. The two fingers that had seconds earlier been crushing his arms and shoulders suddenly swung into the open mouths of the Adidas that Dave had just been licking.

Dave, and the footwear, were carried out into the giant's room and then gently placed atop his bed with the shrunken man next to the sneakers. A second later, the whole world shifted as the giant sat down and snatched up the right shoe before shoving his bare foot inside. Fighting the gravity of the giant's enormous weight, Dave latched on to one of the left shoe's dangling laces, only to find himself lifted with it as the giant proceeded to pick it up.

He screamed as he swung back and forth air, forced to watch from below as the giant yanked the sneaker onto his foot. Then, the lace Dave was dangling off of was snatched up by the giant's meaty paw and yanked up and over, with the tiny man screaming and cursing all the while as he was pulled along with the lace through the necessary loops and pulls. With his head spinning and his stomach doing flip flops, Dave felt like he was in a haze as he looked down to see that he had been tied in at the center of the knot.

“No, no, no,” He began to build to a scream as the giant's thumb and forefinger pinched him and the knot, dragging them up across the tongue. The tongue was pried back, and the stench of foot sweat assaulted Dave's tiny nostrils, forcing him to cough out what little air was left in his lungs. His free legs found themselves shoved between the soft fluffy tongue and the too-hot flesh of the giant's foot.

Everything shuddered beneath Dave as the giant wiggled his toes. “A little snug but he fits.”

“What's the point in wearing him if no one can see him?” Came Haley's muffled voice as the hellish carnival ride of the giant walking began.

“I know he's there and that's good enough for me,” the giant replied, “Feels pretty awesome to have some thirty something loser attached to my old kicks, breathing in my sweat, freaking out with every step I take.”

Dave was shocked to find himself frowning at the idea that the giants thought he was over thirty. Even as his body was forced to contour to the enormous teen's foot falls, he still hated the idea of being considered older than he was.

“It sounds so sexy coming from you,” Haley replied and for a moment the ride stopped as the pair shared a kiss.

“We don't have to go just yet, you know...”

“No, I told you, I'm hungry,” Haley snapped back quickly.

The foot beneath Dave stomped down without warning, making the tiny man's teeth rattle inside his own skull, and then with his whole body still vibrating, he vaguely felt the giant get settled into a seat. A moment later, the car roared to life, and the pair were off.

It didn't take them long to reach their destination, and Dave quickly realized based on the muffled sound of the outside world that it was nowhere special; a fast food joint or maybe a local quick order spot. The smell of greasy food managed to overpower the giant's fresh foot sweat, making Dave's empty stomach suddenly roar to life at the prospect of getting to eat just a scrap of food.

The heavy mattress-like tongue of the sneaker weighed down on Dave's already compressed chest, and muffled the enormous world beyond. He could dimly make out the sound of Haley and her boyfriend talking amid bites of whatever they were eating, but it was swallowed up by the huge world beyond. Even through the thick sneakers and immense foot of Haley's boyfriend, Dave could feel the passage of other giants walking by, and he couldn't help but wonder if they even noticed the shrunken woman tied up in Haley's hair.

Barely able to do anything but squirm against the hairy foot beneath him, Dave wondered how many times he had failed to register a shrunken person being used as a fashion accessory back when he had been big. If a girl as plugged into social media as Haley thought it was cool to wear shrunken people, then that means it had to have been a thing in New York City when he had only lost an inch or two. Had he seriously been so self-absorbed as to not even notice shrunken people being imprisoned by their gigantic counterparts?

The thought made him release a sob that turned into a wretched cough as he breathed in more of the funky foot soaked air. Haley had been wearing him all day and no one had said anything except for another girl with a shrunken person lashed to her sneaker, and now he was being compressed inside a different pair. He coughed and sobbed as he tried to wrap his head around it, all the while the foot beneath him flexed and occasionally moved about from the unconscious whims of a gigantic teen whose name he didn't even know.

The carnival ride started up again, the two teens chatted as their feet crashed against the ground. Neither of them spared a thought to how Dave was smashed again and again between the hard top of the boy's foot and the soft tongue that barely yielded to his bruised frame. The hellish rise and fall of the giant's steps stopped as the car started up again, and as Dave let his eyelids droop in an attempt to get some rest, the flesh beneath him shifted.

At first, it was subtle feeling of the flesh flexing and hairs brushing against him but then it turned violent as the giant forced the shoe off of his foot. There was a faint pop as the heel cleared the mouth of the shoe, warm foot-scented air rushed out and cool non-funky air came in to replace it. All the while, the foot rushed out from beneath Dave until he was left hanging down below the tongue, his body swinging precariously over the dark soiled insole.

“Ahh,” the giant bellowed, as he flexed his foot over Dave's prison before gripping the shoe between his thick meaty toes. Dave's body pitched toward the toe of the shoe as it almost went vertical and was lifted up into the sky. Fingers probed in and his involuntarily scream was cut off as they wrapped around his head, pulling him back out into the light, all while the giant boomed,“C'mere ya little fucker.”

The giant's fingers quickly undid the knot that was keeping him in place, and Dave immediately screeched in pain as blood flowed back into the center of his body. His entire four inch long frame felt like it was about to explode as the giant's thumb and finger pressed against his chest, forcing the air from his lungs, before depositing him in the cup holder of Haley's car.

The young titan merely laughed as the shrunken man curled up and shook as the pins-and-needles feeling was replaced with a feeling of intense utter soreness. A thick fingertip came down and poked him, forcing him to stretch out, all while the giant described it for the benefit of Haley, who offered only a singular cutting laugh in response.

After a few more seconds, the immense finger retreated and the conversation shifted from Dave to their own lives. Dave did his best to soothe his own injuries but found himself as little more than a heap at the bottom of the cup holder, occasionally he managed to look up and see the tall cup that sat in the other holder, but he didn't recognize the logo emblazoned on its side. Finally, the car came to a halt, and a shadow rolled across his world as the giants leaned in to kiss each other, which turned into a much longer make out session.

Eventually, they broke apart, and Haley was alone with her shrunken slaves as she drove back home. The giantess said nothing, and instead merely hummed along with the songs on the radio. Even when she pulled back into her own driveway and snatched both her purse and Dave, she remained quiet.

When she opened the door to her own house, the shrunken man was assaulted by the sound of other giants. Haley's voice, announcing she was home, joined the cacophony of booming voices. From his place in her clenched fist, Dave felt like he was watching a cosmic dance as enormous boys moved about the first floor of the house, he could pick out a few with the same dark hair and eyes as Haley, but more that were clearly just their friends.

A few giantesses seemed to be a part of the ludicrous pack of brobdingnagians, and their eyes swept from the shrunken woman tied up in Haley's hair to where Dave's head was poking from her hand with obvious envy. All of them were younger than the giantess, and they all looked at her with admiration, but Dave saw a few boys and one girl whose huge eyes suddenly went wide at the sight of their friend's older sister walking by with her shrinkees.

Their eyes went to their own friends, starting at their faces, then their hands, then the forest of legs that filled the rooms they were hanging out in, and finally to the feet that might one day be able to crush them as easily as they could Dave or Judy. Dave had never had so clear a moment of what his own future could look like when he was still big, and he found himself wishing he had some idea of how bad it could get.

However, as Haley shared a few pleasantries with her brothers' crowd of friends and moved up the stairs, Dave realized it wouldn't have really changed anything. Knowing that some people imprisoned and enslaved shrinkees was nothing in comparison to experiencing it.

As soon as Haley shut the door to her room she let out a loud, exhausted huff and deposited him on the floor, followed by Judy who had several damp strands of hair still stuck to her pale flesh. The giant girl pulled her desk chair up close to them and plopped down into it, kicking off her sandals as she fished for something in her bag. “You know,” Haley muttered, “No matter how comfortable your shoes are, your feet are still gonna hurt at the end of a long day.”

Both Dave and Judy slumped as they heard this, their bodies already protesting as they crawled toward bare feet that looked as pristine as they had that morning. Holding back tears, Dave began to massage and lick at the girl's damp toes as she pulled a ball of foil out of her bag.

“Mhm, good job, little ones,” she cooed as she began to unfurl the ball, the metal crinkling from the manipulations of her huge fingers. Haley bent forward and let the ball-turned patch of foil drop, “Some dessert for when you're done chowing down on my toe jam.”

The smell of grease wafted over to Dave, and he lifted his head up from between Haley's toes to spot a small soggy clump of hamburger bun and two uneaten fries. The sheer sight of it made his stomach roar, and instantly, the tiny man found the strength to dive deep into the fleshy wrinkles between the giantess's toes. He lapped away with record speed, and the moment he was finished, he was off like a shot for the field of foil.

The wrapper crinkled beneath his feet as he jogged across it and he quickly fell down when his right foot hit a patch of sauce that still clung to its surface. He crawled the rest of the way on his hands and knees, and then tore into the sauce soaked bun with glee. Even though there was no hamburger left over, the tiny man swore he could still taste it as he chewed.

Judy crashed down beside him, and the moment they had both swallowed their first bite, they gazed skyward and shouted, “Thank you, Mistress Haley!”

The giantess simply waved it off and pushed her chair back to her desk, where she set about editing a video while the pair of them gorged themselves on her scraps. When they finished, both him and Judy were laying across the greasy wrapper, their stomachs distended and smiles on their faces.

Without warning, Haley rose up and made her way to the door, but paused to look down at them. The two shrunken people froze beneath her gaze, the brief moment of respite shattered as her dark eyes flickered over to her sandals. “I wouldn't want to trip on those when I come back.”

Judy was already forcing herself to her feet, and Dave was shocked to find himself not far behind as the shrunken woman shouted, “Sorry, Mistress!”

The floor was still shaking when Dave reached the sandal to help Judy push, and turned his head to see Haley disappear from the doorway. “How long do you think we have?” Dave panted as he shoved with all of his might.

“Not long enough,” Judy groaned as sweat blossomed across her brow. “I'm going to go get started on the other one, just keep pushing.”

Dave grunted his assent as Judy backed away and broke into a run. The huge Birkenstock didn't go as far with each thrust, but Dave kept at it, even as his body screamed in protest with every shove. He could hear the other sandal scraping across the wood as Judy pushed with all of her might, sliding it across the floor as quickly as she could.

They could hear the distant footfalls of Haley's approach, and then felt the rumbling as she climbed up the stairs. Despite the decent head start, Dave was only about a foot length ahead of Judy's sandal as Haley appeared in the doorway. Her eyes immediately darted between the two of them as she strutted into her room, her footfalls making them stumble as they desperately pushed at the Birkenstocks.

She stopped directly in front of them, smirking as she watched the sweat roll down their backs as they did their best to move the two pieces of footwear. “Don't forget to clean the insoles and straps,” was all she said as she stepped over them, stopping in front of her dresser to change into a pair of pajamas.

Dave watched as she settled in front of her computer to watch videos, giggling to herself as she tied up her hair and finished removing her make-up. Judy slowly surpassed him, but she didn't come back to assist. Instead, she started to clean the sandal she had been pushing. By the time Dave reached the closet, she was already brushing and licking at the insole.

She looked up briefly, and offered a smile, “Tomorrow is when Haley studies and does homework. We'll actually be able to relax.”

Dave nodded, too tired to speak as he began to spit shine the buckles that had held him pinned to Haley's foot most of the day. Behind him, he heard Haley turn her computer off and move to her bed, her phone casting the room in a pallid blue glow until finally even that was shut off. The springs groaned, and Dave looked to see that Judy had spread out across the insole of Haley's sandal for a bed that evening.

With a chill running up his spine, the tiny man hopped down from the insole and clambered up onto Judy's. The comparatively larger woman simply murmured in her sleep as he nestled up next to her, and a second later, one of her heavy arms was draped across his smaller body, pinning him against her bare skin. As Dave drifted to sleep, he felt almost normal as he turned around and cuddled closer to Judy's oversized frame.

Dave awoke in a panic, the suede platform beneath him shaking as the world was swallowed up by an immense shadow. As he sucked in deep panting breaths, he quickly remembered where he was, and his eyes went skyward to see Haley smiling down at him and Judy. Pressure increased around the tiny man's hips and he looked down to see one of Judy's comparatively larger arms pulling him closer to her oversized frame.

Haley let out a soft giggle, “Don't worry, little Judy. You two tiny heathens can sleep in.”

The world shook more as Haley slipped her bare feet into a pair of black ballet flats, the thin leather stretching and creaking as she wriggled her toes within. The giantess stepped back from her closet and Dave found that she was dressed far more modestly than she had been the day before; the t-shirt and jean shorts replaced with a flowing dress that hung just above her knees. While it definitely clung to the young woman's frame in all the right places, it wasn't a sexy or revealing piece of clothing by any means. With her hair pushed back behind a headband, Haley looked like a perfectly nice young girl rather than the literal slave driver that she was.

Judy sat up onto her knees before literally bowing down before the enormous teen, her forehead almost touching the ground. As she rose back up, the tiny woman shouted, “Thank you, Mistress Haley!”

Still shaking his surprisingly restful sleep off, it took Dave a long moment before he repeated the gesture, his back screaming in pain as he kowtowed before the huge girl.

The entire display only made the giantess smirk once more before she strolled out of her room, the door shutting behind her with a resounding boom. On the floors below, Dave could hear the roar of giant voices as the entire family piled into a car so they could all go to church. Even as he listened to the dim roar of an engine, the tiny man felt stunned by the idea that Haley actually went to church every week. That she could sit there and listen to sermons about loving each other and being charitable but still come back home to torture her former teacher, it boggled his mind.

A strange feeling bubbled up inside the tiny man, and as he opened his mouth, he realized it was laughter. Judy, who had already laid back down across the soft suede insole of Haley's sandal, lifted her head slightly to look at him, “What's wrong with you?”

“I just...” Dave managed as he laid back down, still giggling, “She goes to church!”

Judy wrapped an arm around his shoulders and as Dave cuddled up against her, his toes brushing against her mid-thigh, she muttered, “She always told me that that's why I get to rest on Sundays, because it's for the Lord.”

“So she's actually going to let us relax?” Dave found himself whispering in a hushed tone as he tried to wrap his head around it. Sundays with Sydney had been no different than any other day except that sometimes she slept in later. By now, the shrunken man realized, he'd probably have already been tending to her running shoes.

“At least until she gets back,” Judy sighed, “Then we'll need to clean her flats and massage her feet, and she'll probably want her school shoes cleaned again, and whatever else she wants... but at least we can sleep in or we could, if someone would stop asking me so many questions.”

Dave turned his head to look up at the former teacher and found a strange comfort in the way that she looked down at him, smirking at her own joke. There was none of the smug superiority or disgust that he saw from Haley and Sydney, instead it was the kind of warmth he had long associated with a girlfriend. Or, he slowly realized as he cuddled closer to her, burying his smaller head against the nape of her neck, how his girlfriends had always felt when he looked down at them.

Time passed slowly, and their hands slowly found each other's. Their fingers intertwined and remained that way as Dave drifted in and out of consciousness, his breathing syncing up with the way her larger torso seemed to rise and fall, carrying most of his body with it. Eventually, he fell into a beautiful dream; he was back in his old apartment in New York and his roommates were gone, there was just him and Judy intertwined on his bed exploring each other for the first time.

Then there came a horrible noise, and Dave found himself rising from his bed, Judy gone and forgotten in an instant as he raced to the window. The building across the street was crushed beneath an enormous pink Nike sneaker and rising up out of it was a pale leg bigger than most skyscrapers. A youthful giggle cracked like a thunder, and as Dave leaned out his window he could see Sydney standing akimbo over his entire neighborhood, with his entire block lost in the shadow of her crotch. Dave started to scream and urged himself to run but there was nothing he could do as he watched the shoe across the street rise up and then reposition itself over his own home, the white rubber sole he had picked clean so many times hanging over him like a sword of Damocles.

“Bye, bye, losers,” Sydney's voice echoed as the sole rushed downward with the force of a hurricane.

The world crashed apart, and Dave immediately bolted straight up into the air.

Cold sweat ran down his body as he sucked in deep breaths, the sandal beneath him once again shuddering and shaking with Haley's footfalls. The brunette giantess stood in front of her closet, her eyes scouring the floor for the two of them. When she spotted them still lounging upon her sandal, she stamped her flat hard against the floor.

Dave found himself thrown down onto the hardwood while Judy scrambled onto her hands and knees, shouting apologies and begging forgiveness before she even managed to rub sleep from her eyes.

“Get over here, heathens,” Haley bellowed, her left foot tapping against the floor, “Someone's little fucking angel vomited on my flats while I was helping out in the Sunday School.”

Judy didn't even rise to her feet, instead she scurried forward on her hands and knees, with Dave following suit behind her, crouching low and desperately trying to keep up with her. They reached the giantess's tapping foot and it suddenly came to a rest before them, the front of it smeared with a dried and flaky substance that reeked of bile. In front of him, Judy's entire seven inch frame trembled as she sat before the stained on her hands and knees, staring down at it.

“Unless you've figured out how to clean things with your eyeballs, Judy, you're going to have to start licking,” Haley growled, the words making the tiny woman at her feet flinch.

As the tiny woman sucked in deep breaths, Dave found himself walking forward, his stomach already churning at the thought of what he was about to do. Settling down onto his knees while his sore muscles protested, he fought the urge to gag as the foul stench of bile, floral soap, leather, and sweat hit him all at once. Pushing down the protesting voices screaming in his head, Dave leaned forward and lapped at the flaky white stain.

While acidic and pungent, Dave thanked every God he could think of that it didn't actually taste horrible. As he leaned back from the now wet clump of vomit, he scraped away at it with his hand and breathed a sigh of relief as the gunk simply sloughed off the toe of the ballet flat.

“Huh, looks like you're finally learning where you belong, huh, ya little shit?” Haley spat down at them as she wriggled her foot free from the ballet flat. “Get this done, I have more important shit to deal with.”

Neither he or Judy said anything to each other as they switched to spitting and scraping away at the stained shoe. In the gigantic world beyond the edge of the closet, Haley was busy studying and working on her schoolwork. Occasionally, she'd rise up and leave, shutting the door firmly behind her, each time making Dave look around for a hiding spot in case one of her brothers barged in like they had on the first day. Thankfully, they were left to their disgusting work in peace.

After they finished cleaning and buffing the ballet flats, they were enlisted to do all the menial tasks that June had predicted they would be forced to do. They made the giantess's mary janes shine, they massaged her feet and painted both her toenails and fingernails a new color. By the time everything was done, the sun had set, and they lay exhausted at the teen's feet trying not to breathe in too much of the chemicals that now adorned her toes.

The giantess's hand descended from the heavens and she scooped them up; first Judy and then Dave pressed agianst her. Despite both of them having long ago adjusted to being manhandled by giants, they still squirmed from the forced proximity as Haley carried them downstairs and into a blue tiled bathroom, humming the whole time.

The fingers squeezed tighter as she turned on the water, testing it with her free hand before plugging the sink and letting it fill most of the way. Haley began to lower them to the water and Dave looked at Judy, but the larger slave merely stared back at him, clearly just as confused as he was.

“Cannonball,” Haley said as her hand opened.

They were released just above the surface of the warm water, and Dave managed to hold in a scream as he crashed through it. The water rushed over his body before he quickly hit the curved bottom of the sink, and was sent bouncing back up to the surface. His arms flailed and he managed to right himself, his shrunken feet barely able to find purchase on the slick surface beneath them. Across from him, Judy righted herself slowly, with her much larger frame looming high above the water.

For a moment, with his head barley above water and forcing him to stare up at her lean frame, he felt like he was staring at some gigantic amazon of legend. And then Haley's enormous finger pushed down against Judy's head, instantly forcing her to her knees as a shadow played across the water.

High above them, the gigantic girl held a bottle of hand soap that she quickly squirted into the water, creating giant fluffy clouds of instant foaming soap that drifted along the water's surface. “I want you two to clean every little millimeter of your tiny bodies.”

“Yes, Mistress Haley!” Judy shouted, a clear hint of nervousness to her voice as she grabbed at one of the passing tufts of soap foam and began to vigorously rub it into her skin.

“Y-y-ye-yes, Mi-mistr-ess Ha-ley!” Dave managed as he thrashed about, trying to keep his head above water and clean at the same time. Slowly, Dave kicked his way over to Judy's side of the sink, and did his best to find a way to clean himself while whispering to Judy, “Has she ever done this before?”

Judy glanced up at the sky but Haley was already looking at her phone, “No, never. Normally, when she wants to clean me she runs cold water from the tap and makes me wash under it or forces me to help her do the dishes and then just runs me under the water while she wrings out the sponge...” The shrunken teacher shuddered as she spoke. “She's never let me have a bath before. Has Sydney?”

“No...” Dave shook his head, “She just washes me off in the sink like I'm anything else-”

“Ugh, aren't you two done yet?” Haley groaned, clearly annoyed as she leaned over her phone to look down at them, “How long does it really take to clean something so small?”

With neither of them wanting to upset the gigantic girl, the shouted, “We're clean, Mistress Haley!” A second later, Judy added, “Thank you so much! The water was perfect!”

Water exploded around them as Haley's hand crashed into them, snatching them up with much more force than she usually used. As they were lifted coughing and sputtering into the heavens, Dave could hear the sink drain rapidly before the world turned into a blur and they were bodily shoved into a towel. Their bodies were raked against the warm rough fibers of the towel, and after a few quick scrapes they were dry enough for Haley to carry out of the bathroom.

The enormous brunette's attention remained focused on her phone as she carried them back up to her room, but rather than place them on the ground, she dropped them onto her bed. The comforter instantly sunk beneath their tiny frames, making them flail to sit upright as Haley casually crossed over to her desk to turn off her computer and plug her phone into its charger.

“Um...” Dave managed as the two of them watched Haley peel off the oversized t-shirt she had put on a few hours earlier when she had changed into her pajamas. “Ju-judy?”

“I don't know,” the woman said, yelping as they watched Haley wiggle out of her pajama bottoms, “She's never... never before.”

As Haley's thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, revealing the neatly trimmed bush that had swallowed him and her boyfriend's manhood whole the previous day, Dave instantly knew what was about to happen. “Oh no, no, no, no. I... the woman I escaped from,” Dave muttered.

“What?” Judy turned to him.

“I wasn't living on the streets when Sydney found me in that snowbank, I had just escaped another giantess and she... she would use me as a d-di-dil...” the tiny man couldn't finish the words as Haley's footfalls made the bed shake beneath them.

“Oh God,” Judy breathed as the giantess towered above them.

Haley gripped her own breasts for a moment, teasing her nipples as she let out a soft moan, “I've been waiting too long for this.”

The comforter was peeled back, and Dave was sent tumbling as Haley settled onto her bed, the landscape accommodating her presence instantly. As she laid the comforter back across her lap, Haley started to settle into a mound of pillows before her dark eyes spotted Dave. The tiny man found himself slipping down toward the blanket covered hill that was Haley's foot, desperately trying to remain on solid ground..

“C'mere,” the giantess's voice echoed out, the bed springs groaning beneath her as she reached out for the little man.

Dave screeched as her fingers clamped onto his freshly cleaned body and carried him up into the sky. She deposited him onto her own warm flesh, his body sprawled across her jiggling stomach, which twisted and rolled as she snatched Judy up. The former teacher was muttering pleas with the gigantic girl as she too was laid down across the soft warm plain of Haley's stomach.

“Mhm,” her fingers ran down Judy's long frame before drifting across Dave's body, making his tiny member stir as the soft fingerpads played against his crotch, “You two are going to put on a nice little show for me.”

The comforter ruffled as Haley's other hand disappeared beneath it and as the world beneath him shifted, the tiny man finally realized what she was about to do.

“Judy,” Haley purred, plucking her teacher up by the hips and dragging her closer to Dave, “I want you to fuck this tiny little excuse for a man.”

Haley's slave was practically on top of Dave already, and a look of alarm passed across her face, but Dave saw there was more behind it. The same feelings he had felt were bubbling beneath the shock on her face. “Please,” the comparatively larger woman pleaded with the teenaged goddess above them, “Please, Mistress Haley...”

The ground shuddered beneath them once more, and Haley's voice seemed to reverberate through their very bones, “Do it, Judy.”

“Not like this,” Dave whimpered but Judy was already reaching for his crotch, her too-big hand wrapping around his half-stiff cock. Dave fought a sob as she began to play with it, manipulating it until it got hard. Instead the shrunken man reached up and tried to fondle her breasts, which despite being worn down by a combination of the poor diet they both subsisted on and the hard labor they were forced to endure, were still more than handfuls for his shrunken hands.

Judy let out a soft moan in response before taking his small manhood inside of herself and leaning forward. “I'm sorry,” she whispered as she kissed him, her lips overwhelming his.

“That's right, that's good,” Haley began to say, forcing the living floor to undulate beneath them.

As Judy began to grind against him, riding him as hard as she could, Dave tried to lose himself in the thrusts and the rhythm of the act. Everytime he got close though, Haley's voice would boom out or the comforter would lift up and he would hear the sound of the giantess manipulating herself as she watched the two of them. Slowly through sheer mechanical force, Dave felt himself nearing climax and he began to shout. Judy joined in a moment later, the two of them putting on a big show for the titanic teen they were atop of.

Haley's own moans came faster, and she began to coo loudly, her voice overpowering their own as she too reached orgasm. Dave screamed as loud as he could as he blew his load inside of Judy, who let out her own fake scream of ecstasy. The world around them shook and shuddered as Haley's body was wracked by the power of her own orgasm. They were sent tumbling apart and then off of her body as she arched up off her bed, biting down on her lip to keep from beng heard by the rest of her family.

Dave rolled across the mattress and immediately scrambled toward the pillows as he watched her fist smack down against the comforter. He could feel the distant bounce of the bed springs as he tried to cower against one of her pillows, his own sexual juices drooling off of his quickly deflated manhood. Finally, Haley collapsed and the whole bed shook beneath her as she let out a long low sigh.

“Good job, slaves,” she cooed, her slick fingers searching about until they wrapped around Dave's body. She lifted him up in front of her face, and Dave could see she was cradling Judy against her breast, stroking the shrunken woman with her thumb, “I hope you enjoyed it, you little shit, because it's probably the last time you'll get to do something like that.”

Dave hung there trembling, staring at the girl who had just yesterday almost snuffed him out for having a wet dream.

“Well,” her pink lips parted, washing him in her breath, “I'm waiting.”

Fighting back tears, Dave shouted, “Thank you, Mistress Haley!”

“Now,” the giantess purred, “Will you be a good boy for Lady Sydney when I give you back to her?”

Unable to stop himself, Dave let out a low sob before shouting, “Yes, Mistress Haley!”

“Good boy.”

The next morning, Dave was awoken by Haley's thunderous footfalls as she rose from bed. He had barely registered what was going on in the dim light before he saw Judy placed down on the floor a few feet away, rubbing sleep from her eyes as Haley's feet stomped off into the distance. The shrunken teacher looked about and immediately blushed when she saw the smaller man rising to his feet, turning away while she stumbled over her words, “I need... her shoes...”

Judy rushed off, the sound of her small bare feet hitting the floor muffled by the thin carpeting of Haley's bedroom. Dave simply stood there, staring after her, dreading the reality of being stuffed into Haley's backpack with a woman who had fucked him just because some eighteen year old girl had demanded it. His small frame shuddered as he thought about the night before; being inside of Judy as her seven-inch tall frame rode atop of him had been amazing but feeling the giantess beneath them was what had made Dave horrendously uncomfortable.

Seeing Judy in the distance, inspecting the black leather of Haley's mary janes, Dave wanted to scoff. The shrunken woman was, and always had been, completely in Haley's thrall and the tiny man wanted to believe that he was different. However, he found his tiny feet carrying him toward the massive piece of footwear and as he asked himself why, he realized the answer was because Haley would expect it of him.

Judy froze for a moment as he settled down at the toe of the opposite shoe, and it was only as he began to carefully go over it for any missed scuffs that she visibly relaxed. The two shrunken people both knew that they had gone over the giantess's school shoes two or three times during the weekend but as the world shook beneath them and Haley's shadow devoured their world, her satisfied smile told them that the teenage goddess was momentarily sated.

And that was all that the two tiny people could hope for.

Haley said nothing to them as she got herself ready for her day, simply stepping over them when they were otherwise in her way. She put on her uniform, and then slowly but surely touched up her hair and make up, smacking her lips loudly when she had applied just the right amount of gloss to them before turning to look down at them. Her toes wiggled within the tall navy socks that she wore and then those powerful feet stalked up to the shrunken slaves.

Neither Dave or Judy looked up, averting their eyes from the girl's panty-clad womanhood. Dave had been inside of it, separated from it only by a tightly stretched condom, but it was the sound of Haley's fingers sliding in and out of it that filled his brain. The way her stomach had rolled beneath him with each one of her panting moans as Judy's hips rolled over his own would stay with him forever.

He flinched as the leather in front of him creaked, Haley grinding her foot against the carpet like she was putting out a cigarette. The heel dropped down with a loud crash forcing him to stumble backwards a few inches.

The brunette finally cast her gaze down upon them and her fingers snapped loudly, “Into the bag, bitches.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Dave found himself shouting in unison with Judy, his body already on the move by the time he realized he had followed the demeaning order. He slipped beneath the zipper and clambered over her books with relative ease before he heard Judy scrambling in behind him, her bigger body barely registering atop the firm binder.

Dave was trying to right himself on the bottom as the entire world shifted.

Judy didn't scream but her limbs flailed as she crashed down against him, her bulk instantly pinning him against the canvas bottom of Haley's backpack. His manhood stirred as the zipper began to shut, and then Haley's voice echoed from above, “And no hanky panky or there will be consequences.”

Instantly, Judy pushed off of him, and in the last lances of light he saw the way her face was completely flushed. The world shook as Haley shouldered her bag and began to walk, but they remained entirely silent. As the muffled sounds of SZA echoed around them alongside the roar of a car engine, Dave found himself opening and shutting his mouth, continuously hoping to bridge the void that now existed between them.

It wasn't long before the music came to a stop, and their world was once more thrown into chaos by Haley's unseen hands. Dave tumbled forward slightly and his hand brushed against one of Judy's feet, only for her to quickly pull the appendage away.

“Sorry,” they both muttered as Dave retreated back to his side of the bag.

Haley walked for a long time, far longer than it should have taken for her to reach school from the student parking lot. Finally he heard a soft bell sound, and the muffled conversation of other giants, but it wasn't until he heard Haley order an iced mocha that he realized they were in the same coffee shop where he had first seen Judy. A few minutes later, and their darkened world inside the backpack plummeted toward the ground.

They hit the hard sidewalk and Dave found himself tossed into the air to crash into it again, leaving his small frame battered as he struggled for breath. As he regained his composure, Dave found his eyes unconsciously drifting to the sky, expecting it to unzip any moment.

Minutes passed, and Dave could feel the passage of other giants through the firm concrete, each one completely unaware that the smiling young girl sitting on the bench had two people imprisoned in her bag.

“Finally!” Haley's voice boomed out from the heavens, “I've been waiting forever!”

“I'm sorry, I got in late last night and I woke up late and everything's all blergh!” Came Sydney's reply, the sidewalk shuddering around Dave as the taller girl stepped over Haley's bag, “Do you have him?”

The slow sound of the zipper being pulled filled the backpack and the bright light of a spring morning blazed into the darkness, “Yes, and I think he finally understands his place.”

“Good,” Sydney's voice echoed as her hand thrust into the darkness.

Dave found himself rising to his feet, almost reaching out for the long slender fingers as they descended and instantly coiled about him like boa constrictors. The grip tightened for a moment, her warm soft hand getting a feel for his four inch frame before loosening, allowing him to rest against her palm rather than be crushed by it. Sydney lifted him high into the sky, and he realized that the giantess was standing at her full height as the wind whistled in his ears.

He found himself dangling in front of her pink lips, pursed around a straw through which she sucked what looked like gallons upon gallons of cold brew coffee. She let out a soft 'ah' as she stopped drinking and the wave of her coffee scented breath made him wiggle slightly, the tiny man tantalized simply by the smell of a drink he hadn't had in so long.

Her big pale blue eyes narrowed behind her glasses, and her head pitched forward ever so slightly, turning the lenses a pure white as the sun caught against them. The pink lips in front of him parted, and he was again awash in the smell of coffee as a single word rattled through his body, “Well?”

“I'm sorry, Lady Sydney!” Dave instantly shouted, and to his own horror he found himself believing it as he bowed his head forward and began to kiss her fingers, “I'm so sorry I tried to leave you!” As his stomach rumbled and he thought of the semen that Haley had forced him to eat, tears began to form in Dave's eyes. If he hadn't tried to escape and gotten caught, it never would have happened, “I'm so sorry, Lady Sydney.” Dave tried to summon up the courage to fight back in his head, to tell himself that next time, he wouldn't get caught but instead the words, “I'll never do it again, Lady Sydney, I promise!” belted from his throat.

The fingers around him began to uncoil and the palm turned so that he was laying across it. He quickly scrambled to his hands and knees, kowtowing just as he had down to Haley the day before, all the while Sydney sipped from her enormous iced coffee. She swished the liquid around in her mouth before swallowing, the muscles on her long pale next flexing as she did, “Hmm.”

“Please, forgive me, Lady Sydney!”

The palm beneath him gently rose and fell in the air, as if she were literally weighing his words to decide his fate, “I don't know. I was pretty embarrassed this weekend when my friend Emma asked to see you and I had to tell her you couldn't be trusted to travel with me. Do you know how ridiculous I sounded when I said I couldn't control you?”

“I...” Dave stumbled, and for a moment he felt like a light was blazing through a thick fog; it was ridiculous to think that some eighteen year old girl should have been able to control him.

“I sounded like an idiot,” the words growled up from somewhere deep in Sydney's throat and he instantly found himself cowering again.

“I'm sorry, Lady Sydney!”

“Damn right you are,” she said as she began to lower him down.

His eyes went over the edge of her palm, and he could see her slightly scuffed up saddle shoes below. Dave's shrunken form began to tremble as he imagined being ground out beneath them, but instead, the living platform veered away and Sydney's backpack came into view. The hand began to tip, and Dave's limbs flailed as he started to tumble backwards. A second later, the hand had almost gone vertical and he fell end over end until hitting a stinking pile of socks.

“You should be thankful we have to get to class, you little shit,” Sydney boomed above him, “We'll talk more about this later.”

The only exit was shut off with a loud zwip, and Dave instantly let out a sob as his prison was launched skyward. In less than ten minutes, the enormous pair of teens were at their school and their shrunken slaves were already forgotten as they fell into the rhythm of the day. Every time he heard the bell ring, Dave found his neck craning backward, to where he knew the zipper was, but it never opened, even when he heard the cacophony of the enormous dining hall, his pouch remained firmly shut.

As his stomach howled, he writhed amid the athlethic socks that she must have worn on her weekend runs. Every time he rolled atop them, the cotton would release another stale fetid stench into the enclosed space, momentarily choking him as he tried to adapt to the smell. In the darkness, Dave tried to tell himself that he should have never apologized to Sydney, that he should have screamed that she would never control him, but then his head would shift up toward the zipper and he'd try to make out something in the darkness, some indication that she was going to let him out.

Sydney did control him, she had for months, and he was an idiot to think he could escape. The gigantic girl had been right the afternoon that he had ran out of his jar, even if he had made it out, he'd have been prey to all sorts of animals that could have attacked him. Not to mention other giants. After all, his months of planning to escape Vanessa Clearwater's apartment is what had brought him cowering before Sydney's feet.

He sobbed on and off as he thought about it, and tried to imagine himself as the good little slave that the giantess wanted him to be. All the while, the gigantic world shift around outside of his prison, and then finally, the zipper started to pull back and light poured in.

Dave instantly froze as the hole above him was pulled open and then spread wider by Sydney's pale fingers, his eyes blinking through a mixture of tears and the blinding light. The fingers dove in and yanked him out, his flailing limbs scraping against the metal teeth of the zipper before he was roughly tossed onto the carpet. The tiny man rolled, the fresh scrapes on his skin burning as his momentum quickly died off and he came to a halt.

Bedsprings creaked in the heavens above him, and as his eyes finally adjusted to the bright afternoon light. In the heavens, he saw Sydney seated on the foot of her bed with one impossibly long leg crossed over the other. Her scuffed up saddle shoe swung in the air above his head, each swing producing a distant howl. She looked down her nose at him, a mixture of annoyance, disgust, and smug superiority written across her beautiful features, and for the first time since she had kidnapped him, he saw her as she was; his owner.

Dave scrambled across the floor, his knees squealing in protest as he crawled rather than rise to his feet. He prostrated himself before the white toe of her school shoe, and then instantly began to lick one of the dirty scuffs that was close to the sole. The shoe rose up from the floor, and he could see bits of muck and slime stuck to the otherwise smooth sole. Without hesitation, the shrunken man flipped onto his back and slid beneath the shoe like he was a car mechanic going beneath an engine.

The shoe began to lower again and he let out a terrified squeak before it stopped, the ball of Sydney's foot hovering just above his face. His whole body trembled as he started to lean up off the ground, and then dragged his tongue against one of the dark gritty collections of dirt. He stifled a cough as he swallowed the earthy mess and continued to drag his tongue across the bottom of her enormous shoe.

He flinched as, without a word, Sydney lifted her foot high into the sky before uncrossing and crossing her legs. The other shoe landed heel first with a soft tremor behind him before again the ball of her foot slowly lowered down until it hovered just above him. Again he lapped away at the muck, while high above him Sydney remained completely silent, the only noise he heard was the soft tapping of her fingers against her phone's screen.

The sole pivoted away from him and landed with a gust of wind beside his small trembling body. She glanced away from her phone and settled her pale blue eyes upon him, a second later the leather of the shoe creaked loudly as she wriggled her foot within its confines.

“I'm sorry, Lady Sydney!” He cried as he flopped back onto his hands and knees and immediately rushed to untie her shoe. He had barely finished undoing the laces before her foot was sliding free, filling the air with the scent of her lotion and sweat as she lifted it into the sky, tucking it beneath her thigh as her other foot crashed loudly against the floor. Dave once again rushed to free it from its leathery prison, and again was practically thrown from it as she slid her foot out.

Her large powerful foot began to play with the shoe, tilting it back and forth as she gripped its tongue between her big and second toe. “Hmm,” was all she offered before Dave rushed forward to lick away the scuffs and smudges. She stopped playing with it as he settled into his work, and when he stole a glance at the heavens he saw her smirking as she fell back against her bed.

Dave continued to tend to her school shoes even when she rose from her bed and walked over to her closet, making the carpet quake with each step. He listened as her school uniform crashed to the floor, and she changed into more casual clothing. The world shook as she returned and Dave turned to see her dressed in a pair of dark jeans, and a light sweater that clung to her toned frame. She settled onto her desk chair and pulled on a pair of over the knee black suede boots with a silver chain running across the ankle.

The tiny man watched as the tall shaft clung tight to her toned leg, and he instantly thought, how the hell am I going to clean those?

The chain rattled as she set her feet firmly on the floor, and Sydney bent down to fiddle with it. “It's time for your real test, you little shit. My dad bought me these boots over the weekend and if you look,” she unlocked an almost unseen clasp in the middle of the chain, “They're actually designed so I can wear you with them. Now, every time I come back from my dad's, my mom likes to take me out for dinner and make a big deal of how great a parent she is. So I could wear you out, and everyone at her firm and whatever fancy restaurant we go to can see you dangling right here or...” She closed the clasp and gestured to her saddle shoes and then back to her closet, “I can leave you here to clean up the shoes I wore this weekend while I was away. Of course, I just don't know if I can trust you to be a good obedient little man.”

Dave crawled forward until he was a few body lengths short of Sydney's brand new shoes. “You can trust me, Lady Sydney! Please, let me stay and clean your shoes! I promise you I will be good!” As Dave screamed up at her, the most frightening thing was that he believed it himself. He would lick and clean all of her shoes if it meant he wouldn't be dangling from her boot all night.

“Alright, little man,” she said as her foot rose up and slid forward until the ball hung over him, “Just know that if you try to escape, this will be the last thing you ever see.”

The shrunken man looked up as he cowered in the shadow of Sydney's foot. The tread was designed to look like several roses were etched into the sole, and Dave shuddered as he imagined being crushed beneath something so girly.

Sydney pivoted her foot and then let it crash down beside him, making his whole body shake as the chain rattled above him. “Now, even though they're brand new,” she said as she rose up to her full intimidating height, “I think you've been good enough today that you've earned the privilege of kissing them.”

“Thank you, Lady Sydney,” he immediately shouted as he crawled toward the shoe that had just been used to threaten him, and planted his lips along the suede, making a big show of kissing it before Sydney simply walked off. Her foot's movement tossed him across the carpet, and by the time he had stopped rolling, she had yanked the door shut behind her.

He listened as her heavy footfalls echoed through the house, and then she was through the front door, and he was completely and entirely alone. Sydney hadn't left him alone for longer than a few minutes since he had first woken up in her laundry basket. A phantom pulse shot up his spine while a quiet voice urged him to run, to find a way out. Instead though, he turned toward Sydney's closet, where two pairs of sneakers and a pair of sandals sat waiting for his tongue.

Despite the hours he had spent on the floor of Sydney's room, he had never had much time to explore it. Normally, if he were out of his jar, he would be busy tending to whatever Sydney had demanded of him, and now for the first time ever, he was free to roam about the carpet unmolested. He drifted slightly as he slowly walked toward the closet and the work that awaited him there, his eyes scanning the vast underside of her bed and dresser. Instead of any grand revelations though, Dave only found dust bunnies and an errant sock.

A small part of his brain cataloged the various places he could hide, and urged him to search more deeply as he settled down in front of Sydney's bright pink Nikes. Dave tried to summon the drive to escape as he brushed dirt out of the fabric, licked the white swoosh clean, and then struggled to pry rocks from their soles, but continuously found himself turning back to his work. It was easier than it had been in months to disappear in it, and he was spitting and scrubbing the footbed of her sandals by the time he thought about escape again.

Even though his body ached and his stomach grumbled, he was warm and as he stretched out atop the sandal to take a brief rest, he realized that he was safe. The shrunken man thought of his weeks fighting for scraps in the wilderness and how he had romanticized them, it all seemed so silly now that he thought about it. When he had first feared he would shrink, he would tell himself that he would get lucky and be the pet of a gorgeous woman.

And yet, when a gorgeous woman had plucked him off the street and turned him into a pet, all he had done was sulk in his cage and think about how humiliated he was. He had beat himself up so much, that he had run into the snow rather than remain safe under Vanessa's care. Dave took a deep breath as he rolled over and started to journey back to Sydney's school shoes, which still had a few scuffs marring their perfect exterior.

His member twitched as he let her scent fill his lungs.

How long had he denied the fact that Sydney, while a solid decade younger than him, was extremely attractive?

Kneeling down before her shoes, he took another whiff, mulling over the mixture of pina colada lotion and sweat that emanated from the well worn leather. He bent down and lapped away at a scuff by the heel as he thought about how he again spurned a gift from the universe. Gorgeous women the size of buildings constantly surrounded him, and he had tried to escape?

He shuddered as he thought of being imprisoned by Chase or the hairy behemoth that Haley called her boyfriend. He gagged at the thought of being forced to serve them in the same way that he had their gigantic girlfriends. And it could be worse, he reasoned, those young men at least took decent care of themselves.

Dave could easily have ended up in the grip of some overweight man who never showered and used him to pop pimples on his broad back. Contemplating that horrid existence made the shrunken man stop and simply sit for a long moment, doing his best to banish the image as it rattled around his small head.

Great thunder crashed in the distance, and feminine voices bubbled up through the townhouse.

Lady Sydney had returned, Dave realized as he listened to her boots clap loudly against the stairs. The giantess wished her mother good night as the older woman no doubt retreated to her home office to continue working late into the night. The door to Sydney's room crashed open a moment later and her eyes immediately locked on to the tiny man sitting beside her saddle shoes. Dave found himself sitting up slightly straighter as her lips twitched upward in a smirk.

The giantess's footfalls sent out powerful quakes that kept Dave pinned on the floor as she scooped up her shoes and briefly inspected them. “Hmm,” was all she said before letting them fall back to the floor. Dave stifled a shout as he heard them whistle through the air and watched as their shadows grew wider until they crashed back into the carpet. Wind gusted around him and the floor rumbled beneath him as Sydney continued her inspection.

He turned to see her bend over, his eyes drawn up the suede and denim that looked like it had been painted on her athletic legs until he reached her firm buttocks. For months, the tiny man realized, he had ignored the fantastic vision before him and he suddenly felt like a fool. She plucked up her running sneakers before setting them back down and running her finger along the leather sole of her sandals and letting out a low, “Mhmm.”

The giantess's fingers drifted to the seemingly invisible zipper of her black boots and yanked them down. Slowly, her sock clad feet rose out of them, her toes wriggling in their cotton prisons before she set her feet firmly back down on the floor with a contented sigh. Sydney turned and crossed to her desk, sitting down before booting up her computer, “Breaking in new shoes is the worst.”

A light groan followed the simple pronouncement but Dave's tiny body was already on the move. He raced around the edge of her chair and practically skidded down in front of her pungent socks, breathing in the scent of her foot funk as he began to knead his hands as deeply as they would go. The pleased sounds of the teenage titan drove him to work harder, even as his arms burned and screamed in protest.

Dave had no idea how much time had passed when the giantess finally pushed away from her desk. He remained seated in the shadow of it as he watched her wriggle out of her tight jeans and then hook her socks clear of her milky white feet. Her sweater landed with a soft plop atop the pile of dirty laundry and she stepped over to her bed before pausing, her toes wiggling freely against the carpet.

“Come out here, you little shit,” her voice was soft, almost playful, a tone he had never heard Sydney use before.

The thought spurred Dave's body to action, the tiny man racing to her before he stopped and knelt before the slender wiggling toes, “Yes, Lady Sydney?”

A chuckle rippled across the heavens, and he heard Sydney mutter, “Wow, Haley really broke you, didn't she?” More giggles followed the thought before Sydney's legs bent and she lowered herself down until she was squatting over Dave's tiny world. Her slender fingers wrapped around his body and carried him up as she rose back up to her full height. Rather than lift him till he hovered before her face though, Sydney's hand stopped at about her belly button, her fingers uncurling as her thumb began to roam over his shrunken frame.

A strange feeling jolted through Dave's body as the thumb played across his crotch, the soft but immense fingerpad brushing purposefully against his manhood. Looking into the heavens, he could see Sydney's bright white teeth bite down against her shimmering pink lip.

The world shuddered as the giantess walked to the head of her bed, her eyes raking over his tiny body as she went. “You know, Haley isn't my only friend who has a Shrinkee,” the playful tone of Sydney's voice took on an edge, like she was a cat playing with its prey rather than a young girl playing with a toy, “Emma has one too, this girl who used to be really mean to us in elementary school, before my mom divorced my dad and we moved here and all that shit. Emma's had her for years, apparently that dumb little bitch was one of the first people to shrink. It happened like, right after I moved here.”

Sydney's free hand played against the waistline of her panties, and then her thumb hooked into them, pushing them down and exposing the top of her auburn bush. Dave felt himself beginning to squirm as his member was brought to attention by Sydney's manipulations.

The giantess lifted him up into the air, and he felt her warm breath washing over his body, “After my dad went to bed on Saturday, Emma and I had some of his vodka and we got to talking.” Sydney lifted Dave up against her lips, and the shrunken man flailed as she kissed him. She held him squirming against her lips as they began to move again, her voice soft but so close that it made his tiny body shake, “She told me that nothing feels better than having a tiny little person struggling in your pussy.”

Sydney pushed him into her mouth and her immense tongue slid over his body. She held his feet firmly between her thumb and forefinger as she swished him about, dousing his four inch frame in her saliva before slowly pulling him out. A sound like a gunshot popped off around his head as he was yanked from between her lips like a lollipop.

Her panties were pulled back from her womanhood, as she lowered him down to her already glistening vaginal lips and then began to adjust him so he would slide up headfirst. “I've been thinking about this ever since she told me that,” she panted as she gently pushed him up against her womanhood. Dave's wet hair pressed against the moist folds, his shoulders parting them as she pushed him in deeper and deeper. “I want you to understand, you little shit,” her voice was muffled as his entire torso was swallowed whole by the contracting muscles, “There's no escape.”

Sydney let out a powerful moan as she pushed him fully inside of herself.

All of the panic and fear that Dave had suppressed that afternoon exploded out of him as he struggled inside of her vagina, flailing wildly in his desperate search for a way out of her pussy. Acidic sexual juices stung his eyes and burned his throat as he tried to fight his way back to the exit, but he was lost in the slick darkness of her womanhood, tumbling up and down as she settled onto her bed and rubbed herself through her panties. He could hear and feel the orgasm building within her, and as much as he hated adding to it, his burning lungs told him that he had no choice but to fight for his life.

As he gripped one of the fleshy accordion like walls, he could feel it tense beneath him, and he did his best to pull himself forward. All around him, the walls began to tense and then release as she rapidly approached her climax. Knowing that every single one of his escape attempts only fueled the pleasure of the giantess he was inside of, Dave flailed and yanked himself what he hoped was downward. The walls before him began to slope together, and Dave quickly realized as he felt the warm juices running down his hands that he had gone in the opposite direction.

In the blistering heat of Sydney's vagina, he did his best to execute one of the flips he had seen swimmers do in the Olympics, where they simply twisted and turned around in one smooth maneuver. As his legs swung forward and his head backwards, his entire body was seized by the musculature around him, and then suddenly everything began to rattle; his bones, his teeth, his joints, and the world around him all vibrating at the same frequency.

Sydney came.

Juices flowed around him and he heard the muffled groan, a sickening animalistic noise that made him cower even inside her. The muscles around him pushed him downward and a moment later two fingers were pinching his torso.

Dave was yanked out of Sydney's womanhood and he was dropped atop her pubic mound a second later. He gasped for breath as he watched her fingers retreat and the waistband of her panties snap shut behind them, leaving him panting in the cotton confines of her underwear. The fingers that had fished him out pressed against the fabric above him, and the tiny man gagged as he realized she was rubbing her fingers clean against her own soiled underwear.

A hefty weight landed atop him as she pulled her comforter over herself, and through it, he felt Sydney's immense hand pat against her crotch, “No escape, you little shit.”

With her own rapidly drying juices keeping him stuck to her pubes and the cotton pinning him against her, Dave realized that Sydney was right, and she always would be.

As the weather warmed, the days and weeks began to melt together.

Dave had awoken the morning after Sydney's first time using him as a dildo a changed man. As he stretched out the kinks in his body only to find his arms and legs tangled up in the giantess's pubic hair, the shrunken man felt a strange sense of relief. The world rumbled and shifted as she rose up and strolled to her bathroom, and Dave simply let his body go limp as it slid further and further down her panties. By the time light filtered in as she pulled her panties down, his feet were practically rubbing against her taint, while his back laid against the cotton like it were an enormous hammock.

She had said nothing as his world plummeted down to the floor, her milky calves towering over him as she settled onto the toilet and relieved herself. Only as she reached for toilet paper did she catch sight of him far below, and smirked before bellowing out a one word command, “Out.”

Dave's body responded instantly, his arms and legs scrambling against the broad cotton field before he fell onto the cool tile of the bathroom floor. He settled down on the floor and turned around, looking up to her as he waited for the next command to echo out across the heavens. Instead, she said nothing, simply scooping him up and carrying him back into her room, where he was carelessly dumped next to her school shoes and left there while she went back to shower.

Even though he had known, like he had known the day before at Haley's house, that the shoes next to him were spotless, he found himself going over them anyway because that was what Sydney expected of him. Crawling over the well cared for shoes, Dave couldn't help but admit that it was easier to simply do what was expected of him, and it felt good when he looked to the sky to see Sydney's smirking face looking down at him, even when her nose wrinkled ever so slightly with distaste.

The rest of that first week had passed in a blur as he returned to the routine he had gotten used to before his foolish escape attempt. This time though, rather than feeling humiliated as he begged for scraps of food from the giantess's classmates, the tiny man felt humbled. He needed so much less than the teenage titans that encircled him that he could actually subsist on their cast offs, that doing a little song and dance for it reflected more poorly on them than it did him. Or at least that's what he told himself as he shuffled atop a girl's cafeteria tray in exchange for a small crispy french fry.

Sydney pulled out the tall thigh high boots again that Saturday, and without a word she had chained him down across her ankle; the cold steel shackles neatly encircling his wrists and ankles to leave him spread eagle across her foot. The world shook and the wind bit against his skin as Sydney walked beside Chase on their first proper date, and he was forced to swing back and forth in the dark as Sydney bounced her foot through most of a movie before they finally started to make out. Dave felt strange, forced to stare up at the undersides of their gyrating jaws as Sydney's feet shifted against the sticky theater floor, like he was a tiny voyeur. But then he reminded himself that if the giants above him didn't care, then there was no reason why he should feel embarrassed as his shrunken member stirred at the breathtaking sight of two attractive giants kissing each other.

The embarrassment continued to fade with each passing day as they spent more of their free time with each other. Sydney didn't always wear him chained to her boots or tied up in the laces of her sneakers, but he was always near, inside her backpack or purse, staring out from his dark prison at the immense world beyond. He knew better than to leave the places that Sydney put him now, whether it was the drawer of her night stand or a pocket in her purse, it didn't matter. He was safer there than he would be trying to dodge her enormous feet or survive the immense world beyond.

That was why Dave felt horrified when an enormous hand dove into Sydney's purse one afternoon, jarring him from a nap. With no time to react or truly process what was happening, Dave let out an uncontrolled scream and flailed his limbs as the powerful fingers wrapped around him and almost crushed him against a wide powerful palm. Air was pushed from his body as the grip tightened, and he was blinded as whatever giant was grabbing him yanked him up into the sky.

The world came into focus and Dave found himself staring into Chase's billboard-sized face, breath that reeked of his lunch filling Dave's lungs as the behemoth relaxed his grip ever so slightly. “Alright, you little shit,” Chase grumbled as he pushed himself off of the couch where he and Sydney had been sitting moments before and began to stomp deeper into his house, “Here's how this is gonna go down.”

Dave trembled in the teen's meaty fist, having no idea what was happening as he was set down on the floor in front of an immense door.

Chase looked briefly at the knob, and paused to listen to what was going on beyond it. With his heart pounding in his chest, Dave did the same, but he could hear little beyond the roar of the bathroom fan kicking on. Chase squatted down over his world, and Dave shuddered as he felt the full force of the giant's gaze settle back on him. “In a minute or whatever, Sydney is going to step out of that door, and I want you to get her attention and then run down the hallway and hang a left, ok?” He scooted slightly to the side, sending out a quake that made the tiny man sway as Chase gestured to an open door over his shoulder, “Just keep running until you get to my feet, alright? I swear to God, if you fuck this up, I will fucking crush you. Is that understood?”

Dave nodded, his whole body shaking as he glanced back to Chase's Nikes, their soles thick enough that Dave doubted the enormous young man would even feel him dying beneath them.

“Well?” Chase growled, clearly not seeing the tiny man's nod.

“Yes, Sir!” Dave shouted back, and watched as the enormous head high above him nodded in response.

The face rapidly retreated from Dave's view, replaced by the towering legs and broad chest of the hulking young man. Chase spun about, sending a gust of wind that forced Dave to curl into a ball to prevent from being sent tumbling backward, and as the giant started to walk, his powerful footfalls kept Dave pinned in place. Within a few seconds, Dave heard the muted rumblings that meant giants were whispering nearby; loud enough for him to hear easily but pitched too low for his tiny ears to actually make out.

Dave took deep breaths to steady himself as he felt more than heard Sydney moving about in the bathroom behind him. It suddenly struck him that he had no idea what was going on, as he tried to process it all, he realized that he was only dimly aware of what day it was. To him, the only way to really mark the passage of time were days when Sydney was or wasn't in school, and as he fell into the rhythm of serving her, Dave admitted to himself that he had given up trying. It really didn't matter to him if it had been two weeks or ten weeks since his escape attempt. The only thing that mattered in his life now was licking the shoes that were put in front of him clean.

Having accepted that none of the giants around him were ever going to help him, Dave had even given up on listening to their conversations. There were only so many rambling conversations about high school drama that he could eavesdrop on before it all simply turned into noise that he could almost tune out. As Dave stood up onto his own two feet and tried to limber up for the inexplicable run that Chase had commanded him to do, he realized that he had no idea if Sydney had decided where she was going to college.

The tiny man remembered seeing the thick acceptance packets sprawled across her bed, and watched as she had thumbed through them, but he had been too busy massaging her feet to actually pay attention. Dave distinctly remembered twinges of jealously bubbling up as she disregarded a school that had rejected him with a single cutting laugh before picking up another acceptance packet to a place that was a solid cut or two above his own alma mater. He had jettisoned those feelings quickly though, of course Sydney was going to go to a better school than him, she was Immune. Even if she wasn't rich, or a successful student at a fancy private school, he wouldn't be surprised to find out that top tier universities were handing out scholarships to people they knew wouldn't shrink.

The bathroom fan cut off and he was instantly brought back to his current predicament.

Thunk.

The bathroom door being unlocked made the tiny man jump and Sydney opened it a beat later. He flinched again as he craned his neck back to take her in, from the sneakers he had spent that morning cleaning, up her tight jeans and plain t-shirt to the pale blue eyes which were definitely not looking down at him. Her foot crashed against the floor and Dave found his legs rapidly moving backwards as he felt the footfall rattle through his legs.

“Lady Sydney!” He cried with as much breath as he could manage, waving his arms as he turned about and ran away from her at a full tilt.

“What the fuck?” Sydney's words boomed out, and then he felt two more forceful footfalls as she closed the distance between them with ease, “I don't remember saying you could leave my purse you little shit.”

He whimpered, the threat from Chase propelling him forward as he listened to the leather of Sydney's sneakers creak behind him. Dave could feel the weight of her gaze weighing him down as he huffed and puffed, struggling to reach the doorway that was only two or three steps down the hallway for her.

A giggle bubbled up behind him, and the world shook as she took another step forward. Wind rippled across Dave's bare skin and he looked over his shoulder to see that her foot had landed mere inches behind him. Craning his neck back, he could see a smile spreading across her face as her eyes darted from where he struggled to keep pace with her ginormous strides to the door he was clearly trying to reach.

Again, everything shook as she took her second step, continuing to giggle. The laughter only stopped briefly, when she caught enough of her breath to say, “No, he wouldn't.”

Dave struggled to keep pull air into his lungs as he turned left, stumbling over the threshold and skidding across linoleum as he entered Chase's immense kitchen. Pushing himself to his feet, he felt the world shake beneath him as Sydney came to stand in the doorway, her hands covering her face as she looked across the kitchen.

Turning to see where he was going, Dave found himself staring directly at Chase, who was holding an enormous sign. From his place on the floor Dave couldn't make out most of the words, but the one toward the end immediately caught his eyes, and his jaw dropped.

Prom was spelled in big bold capital letters, each one highlighted with glitter.

“Oh my God...”

His own words were swallowed up by the excited shriek that erupted from behind him, forcing the tiny man to cover his ears.

“Yes!”

Sydney's feet sailed over his head, sending Dave ducking for cover once more, as she crossed the distance to her boyfriend. The sign crashed to the floor as Chase wrapped his arms around her and the two shared a passionate kiss that was instantly greeted by applause. Dave turned his head to see Haley and her boyfriend standing off to the side, the giant clapping as Haley recorded the whole thing on her phone.

Dave stood frozen in the middle of the room as he tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. His heart was still racing quickly as he thought about how close he had come to being squashed beneath Sydney's feet, how he easily would have been if he hadn't gotten her attention. Worse, the tiny man realized as the near weekly threats of how he would be killed if he tried to escape again raced through his head, he was lucky she hadn't killed him simply for being outside of her purse.

His stomach churned as the world started to shake once again.

Haley's fingers swooped down, and snatched him up off of the ground. The sensation made bile rise in his throat and Dave immediately forced himself to swallow it down, sputtering slightly from the burning sensation.

Rather than being set down somewhere safe though, Haley simply held him in a light grip, his body swinging beside her thighs as she walked up to the happy couple, “Where do you want him?”

“Oh down at our feet,” Sydney said, her finger briefly running across Dave's head as she lifted up the placard Chase had dropped. Haley did precisely as she was instructed, setting Dave down directly between the feet that had just chased him down the hallway. “That was so cool,” Sydney said above him, entirely focused on her boyfriend, “Using my shrinkee like that.”

Chase chuckled, “You said getting it was, like, the most important thing that happened to you this year.”

It, the word burned in Dave's head. He tried to lock up the thought, or push it way, or do anything with it but think about it, and instead it sat there festering at the center of his mind.

“Besides you asking me out,” Sydney's words were cut off as the pair kissed once again.

“C'mon, let me just get the picture,” Haley's voice boomed in the distance.

The feet around him shifted, and made him flinch as Sydney and Chase posed to celebrate their 'promposal'. Dave simply sat stewing at their feet, trying to wrap his head around being used for something so stupid. His shoulders than immediately slumped in defeat as he thought about the myriad of things that made up his entire life; his main purpose was to lick a teenage girl's shoes free of scuffs, beyond that he was expected to paint her nails and do any other demeaning task she set before him, all while he begged and danced for scraps from her gigantic friends. The tiny man's frown deepened as he realized that up until Chase had grabbed him, he had been snoozing against a mascara tube.

The worst part of it all was, it was safer and better than the fight against starvation that had been his whole life as a free shrunken man. When Sydney scooped him back up, the tiny man fought the urge to cry. It was only when he was placed back into her purse that he let the tears flow in recognition of the fact that his entire life was stupid and the only thing he had that made it better was his ability to forget that for weeks at a time.

“Oh my God, I still can't believe you bought them.”

Dave watched from atop Sydney's desk as Haley opened up a shoe box and then slowly removed a high heeled shoe that was composed of little more than the sole and thick black leather straps. As Haley held them up to her face and began to fiddle with the bright silver buckles that seemed to line an oval at the center of the straps, Dave could feel Judy's gaze turn toward him. The tiny man braced himself before turning toward the comparatively larger woman but still managed to be shocked by the look of pity that she gave him. They had both quickly realized what the buckles were for and knew what they meant.

“I still can't believe you didn't,” came Sydney's reply, the girl was stretched out atop her bed, fiddling with the phone that rested in her slender fingers.

“Judy's too big,” Haley pouted, her dark eyes darting from the shoe in her hand to where the tiny woman sat on the desk. Her hand suddenly shot out and snatched up her former teacher, leaving only a gust of wind and fading shriek in its wake. Dave cringed as he watched the teen try to size Judy against the shoe before frowning, “Even on your huge feet she's too big.”

“I don't have huge feet!”

“Fine, your feet that happen to not be as dainty as mine,” Haley leaned back and lifted her foot up toward Sydney's face, scrunching her toes inches from the girl's nose.

Sydney slapped the foot away, “Whatever. What are you going to do with her anyway?”

“I thought about having them put her up in my hair,” Haley lowered her foot as she returned the shoe to its box and dropped Judy into her lap. Before the tiny teacher could crawl away, Haley's hand had settled over her and her thumb began to carefully stroke her backside, “But they said they'd only do it if I paid for some special cage they use so they won't be responsible for hurting her and I don't know it just sounded like too much of a hassle.”

“Yeah, but can you imagine the look on some of the chaperones' faces if they saw you walk in with her?” Sydney giggled as she pushed herself off of her bed.

“Who doesn't know that I have her?”

The desk shuddered beneath Dave as Sydney took two quick world-shaking steps to stand over him, her crotch hovering just above eye level as she rested her hands on her hips, “I don't know, I just think they'd be a lot more scared if they saw her in a teensy cage on top of your head, like a little bird or something.” Her hand gently drifted off of her hips, the fingers stretching out as it floated in the sky above him, “Didn't people used to wear, like, bird cages in their hair?”

“I don't know,” Haley replied.

Dave yelped as Sydney's hand crashed down around him, her slender fingers forming a cage of pale milky flesh before they contracted and lifted him up off the desk. “Are you ready to go for a run?” Sydney asked as Dave dangled in her fingers, the tiny man trying to figure out what was going on as she swung her hand around to her backside.

“Ugh, I guess,” Haley groaned, and from his place hovering at Sydney's waist he could see her shove Judy to the floor, “Bring me my shoes, bitch.”

The tiny woman nodded and Dave watched as she scurried beneath Haley's stretched out legs and then began to drag the girl's running sneakers toward her sock-clad feet. Meanwhile, one of Haley's slender fingers pulled back the waistband of her shorts, and for the first time in weeks, Dave began to panic inside the girl's grip.

Foul air wafted up from below him as he was lowered down toward the crack that split her firm butt cheeks apart forcing him to gag since he could taste the mixture of sweat and methane that floated up from her backside. Giggles erupted from Haley as she watched the small man disappear behind a wall of bright pink and aqua mesh, all while Dave screamed as he felt his feet make contact with the shockingly slick flesh between Syndey's cheeks. His slender four inch frame slid down like he was going down a water slide before his shoulders thankfully stopped his descent, pinning him in place between two massive white orbs. Elastic snapped above him and he was left in the strange dimly lit hell that was Sydney's backside.

“What are you doing?” Haley's voice rang in his ears, not even muffled by the flimsy fabric of Sydney's running shorts.

The girl bounced her massive glutes in response, and all the air shot from Dave's lungs instantly, forcing him to breathe in the musk that surrounded him, “Venice-Veronica does it all the time with her smallest shrinkee and she says it really helps with her pacing.”

Dave's annoyed sigh became a strangled scream as his body was twisted back and forth as Sydney walked over to pick up her shoes.

Haley laughed, “Yeah, but Venice-Veronica also gets guys to move to her apartment in LA just so they can be owned by her when they shrink. I don't think she cares what happens to them.”

“Oh whatever, I'm sure the little shit is fine,” Sydney replied as Dave saw her mattress rise up to greet him as the giantess began to sat down. He screamed but the sound was simply absorbed by the flesh surrounding him. Her backside hit the comforter and the cheeks parted momentarily before smacking back against him as she began to put on her shoes.

Dave cursed quietly to himself as he listened to the giant teens laugh at the fact that 'Sydney's little shit' was now actually in her ass. Since Chase's 'promposal', his life had returned to its depressing normality for several weeks, and then after several days he realized that Sydney wasn't going to school anymore. The school year had ended, finals were happening and the seniors were now simply counting down the days till Prom and then graduation. A little over an hour ago, Haley had shown up and Dave suddenly realized that Prom was finally upon them.

He had been dimly aware of the shopping trips from within Sydney's purse or tied up with her footwear, but he had somehow not realized it was so close. Everything had moved so quickly as he tried to simply ignore the reality of his existence, and now he was trapped between Sydney's buttcheeks because she had seen some 'model' do it on Instagram.

Fresh air flowed in and the cheeks pressed hard against him as Sydney rose off of the bed and then his body was again rolled back and forth with each step. Even as his muscles were twisted, his bones shook as the shock of each footfall raced up her long toned legs to be absorbed by her firm glutes and his tiny body. As the pair of giantesses moved downstairs, his tiny body bounced against Sydney's cheeks and he felt himself sliding further and further down, his feet beginning to brush up against warmer more puckered flesh.

A shudder ran through Sydney's body, and her voice quivered for a moment as she spoke to Haley, but Dave barely registered it as he heard the front door wrenched open, and a second later all of the pain ratcheted up to eleven. His body violently shook with each crash of her foot before it would bounce up and then come right back down to be twisted and finally shaken again. Every fifth or sixth step his toes would brush against the girl's butthole, making him cringe and her shudder once more. As his stomach began to churn, beads of sweat started to form and flow directly into his face.

He swallowed bile as the salty water stung his eyes and began to force his body further and further down between her enormous glutes. His feet raked across her butthole as his body contorted to the shape of her backside, his face now being pummeled with each step. With every world shattering footstep, his knees buckled right against the warm pink flesh and he felt the giantess's whole body shake in response every time.

The whole run became a never ending feedback loop of his body being beaten senseless all so it would shake ever so slightly against the giantess's backdoor. He wanted to retch but he couldn't summon the energy as he was tossed about again and again. The worst part, the tiny man realized as the giantesses began to slow down and the torture started to abate, was that all of this was happening because Sydney followed some girl on Instagram who did it 'all the time'.

The giantesses began to discuss who would shower first as Dave heard them once more enter Sydney's home. The girl's body shivered as the central air pushed against her skin, and Dave felt the sweat around him begin to instantly cool, turning his body sticky rather than slick, which only made the tiny man feel even more disgusting. He listened to the sound of the fridge being opened as Sydney passed Haley a water bottle, before the two giantesses drank greedily from the huge containers, the thought making Dave smack his own parched lips together.

“How was your pacing?” Haley asked, giggling as she did.

“What?” Came Sydney's confused reply.

The world beyond Sydney's running shorts suddenly turned black, and Dave couldn't comprehend what that meant before the whole world shook. He watched as Sydney's right ass cheek rippled over his world and then slammed him into the left cheek, leaving him breathless as a powerful thunderclap left his ears ringing. Dazed, the tiny man blinked and tried to make his ears pop, while doing his best to understand what had just happened.

“Oh,” Sydney's voice was distant and muffled to his ringing ears, and for once didn't have the thunderous quality it always had. For the first time ever, Dave felt like he was listening to the overachieving high school senior that other people spoke to as he heard her sweet voice in his tiny ears, “It was really good. Worked great.”

“Uh huh,” came Haley's voice, similarly cute as he vaguely heard her footsteps trailing off.

“Oh shut up!” Sydney called back, and Dave could hear the embarrassment in her voice before the elastic of her waistband peeled back from her rapidly cooling skin and her fingers reached down. The tiny man would have tried to reach for them as she fished for him, but his muscles were too sore and twisted from the run to do much of anything. She yanked him out, and he could see that her face was as flush as he expected while she looked him over, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she said, “Blech.”

The world shook as she carried his tiny body over to the kitchen sink and immediately dropped him onto the cold metal. Dave tried to twist to soften the blow but his little body barely responded, leaving him to flop down hard against the bottom of the sink, sending a painful wave rolling through his muscles at the same time as blood flow began to return to them, leaving him to curse quietly as his body was wracked with pain. Above him, he watched as Sydney quickly washed the fingers that had just touched him clean and then held a small bottle of dish soap over him.

His ears popped at the same time a loud squirt erupted from the bottle, coating him head to toe with goopy green dish soap. Sputtering and doing his best to flail, Dave could do nothing as Sydney blasted him with hot water from the faucet. At first, his muscles instantly relaxed in response to the feeling of hot water against his skin, but then the water began to sting as Sydney did nothing to relegate the temperature. It wasn't until he began to flail and screech that she finally looked from her phone to the sink and finally did something to cool it down and then turn it completely off.

“I'll be back for you later, loser,” Sydney said as she held her phone over him before snapping a picture, muttering hashtags to herself as she walked away.

Dave tried to stretch his still sore muscles as he lay at the bottom of the sink, but his body couldn't even manage that. The slightest attempt to move them quickly sent waves of pain coursing through him, leaving him to flop back against the cool metal, completely limp. He took a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling and could at least be content with the fact that he now smelled like an artificial apple rather than Sydney's backside.

Simply thinking about the run he had just endured made his whole body ache, and Dave was forced to wonder if this would be the rest of his life or just until some new craze worked its way through the social media feeds of the young and Immune. Whimpering as the remnants of his 'shower' continued to slowly dribble off of him, Dave suddenly realized that the fact that Sydney had started wearing him so much was probably just another one of those trends. He cringed as he suddenly imagined celebrities wearing shrunken people on the red carpet and some interviewer fawning over their 'bold choice' to accessorize with literal human beings.

“No,” he groaned, his stomach churning with a mixture of disgust and anxiety.

He heard someone coming down the stairs, and Dave lifted his head ever so slightly before remembering that there was no way for him to see out of the sink. He listened to the fridge open and the soft electronic 'clicks' of someone tapping on a phone's digital keyboard before there was a terrifying crunch that echoed across the kitchen. His little body flinched, sending a dull aching throb through his body, and then listened to the grinding of enormous teeth before another loud crunch boomed out.

Heavy footfalls approached the sink, and Haley suddenly loomed over his world, she looked from her phone to him in the sink before smirking. Meanwhile, Dave's eyes focused on her other hand, where she held a big shining red apple. The fact that it seemed almost too big for her hands reminded the shrunken man of just how small Haley was in comparison to other giants. Her hands and feet, which could literally crush him, really were as dainty as she had claimed earlier.

Her dark eyes followed his pathetic gaze, and she twisted the apple back and forth, “Do you want some, little guy?”

Dave slowly tried to push himself off of the bottom of the sink, and despite his muscles screaming he managed to get into a sitting position. His throat burned, “Please, Mistress Haley!”

The brunette smirked before taking another bite, bobbing her head back and forth as she mulled over his plea, “I don't know.”

He blinked away tears as his stomach started to rumble, “Please, Mistress Haley.”

High above him, he watched her throat muscles flex as she swallowed and then took another bite. The snapping of her teeth against the apple's skin made him flinch once more, and the pain that sent through his body made him tumble forward onto his hands and knees as if he were truly begging the teenage goddess. Her smile widened as her powerful jaw continued to chew but then her immense face pitched downward, casting his world in shadow.

Dave craned his neck back to see the giantess pucker her lips before she rained a slurry of chewed up apple and saliva down onto his little world. The slop formed a beige semi-circle around him, and the tiny man's stomach rumblings intensified as the real apple smell combined with the fake chemical stench of the soap coating him.

Another loud pop echoed from above as Haley took another bite. She chewed before looking back down at him, “Well?”

Leaning forward, Dave cupped his hands into the slurry and lifted it to his lips. The mush was still warm and it stuck to his hands, making him tremble as he contemplated eating it. Yet, as he tipped it back into his dry throat, Dave instantly felt better, and despite a small part of his brain retching in disgust as he scooped up more of it, the tiny man couldn't stop himself as he shouted, “Thank you, Mistress Haley! Thank you!”

The giantess simply laughed down at him before she turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his masticated slop. Dave didn't care how embarrassed he was supposed to feel, he hadn't eaten for the better part of a day, and after swallowing several pints of sweat from Sydney's backside, anything tasted good. Sadly, despite looking like a filling meal, the single mouthful she had spat down at him was gone quickly, and Dave once more found himself alone in the huge sink.

He lay back down, doing his best to soothe his still aching muscles and losing track of time while staring up at the kitchen ceiling. As he heard the sounds of enormous footfalls coming down the stairs, Dave tried to figure out how much time had passed by the sunlight above him but all he figured out was it was either too little or too much.

“-ust seems silly,” Sydney said as the pair entered the kitchen, Dave's world vibrating ever so slightly as they did, “I mean, why pay someone to do it when we have shrinkees.”

“C'mon, are you telling me your little dude can do a Prom-level job?”

Sydney's immense frame appeared above Dave's world and he watched as she stuck a building sized Nalgene bottle beneath the faucet. A torrent of water poured down as she filled the massive water bottle, only looking down at Dave beneath it after she shut off the faucet. She lifted the huge thing to her lips and downed a swimming pool's amount of water while the tiny man smacked his dry lips against each other. Her pale blue eyes settled back down on him as she briefly swirled some water around in her mouth, weighing Haley's question as she did.

“Ok,” she said after swallowing, “You're right. He's always a little uneven with his coats.”

Dave cringed as he heard the critique, the words stinging far more than he ever expected they could. Sydney's hand descended and her fingers dug beneath him as they snaked around him and carried him back up into the sky. Her fingers swirled about him, bending his already sore body about as she held him roughly even with her chin.

“But it's ok, little guy,” she cooed before her voice gained a colder edge, “I know there's only so much your tiny body can do.”

The fingers suddenly released him, and Dave's arms flailed back as he plummeted, screaming in terror before he crashed through water and tumbled downward. As he tried to process what was going on, his body bounced against a plastic bottom, and he opened his eyes to see the world distorted through a dark pink lens. His lungs started to burn and he pushed himself toward the sky as the muffled voices of Sydney and Haley echoed beyond.

He burst above the surface just as Sydney was lifting the cap over it.

“-ause, I want them to know whose job they're taking.”

The cap settled atop the opening, and the sound of plastic grinding against plastic filled Dave's tiny world. Haley's reply was completely drowned out as the cap was firmly screwed tight, and Dave found himself suddenly wondering if the seal was airtight. Panic crept in almost instantly as he imagined himself dying inside the water bottle simply because Sydney wanted to flaunt that she owned him. Without warning, the world tipped to his right as the giantess readjusted how she was holding the gigantic bottle.

Dave bit down on his scream as he was carried away by the water and slammed into the plastic wall, doing his best to hold his breath as he bobbed up and down in the internal waves. Things settled for a moment, and he tread water, panting the whole way before Sydney took her first step and he was thrown about the bottle once more, then again, and again. By the time the giantess had settled into the passenger seat of Haley's car, Dave was coughing up water and doing his best to simply float without expending any effort.

The whole plastic bottle rumbled as the car turned on, and he listened to the horrible scratching noise of the cap being unscrewed before his whole world was lifted up to and pitched toward Sydney's mouth. Air rushed in and then was vacuumed out as the girl put the bottle up against her lips and took a sip, sucking down gallons at a time while Dave struggled against the current. His foot smacked against her lip as she started to lower it, sending him plummeting beneath the drink before he righted himself just in time to hear the cap screwed back on.

Dave tipped himself back as the pair drove on, their thunderous voice reduced to distorted noise by the thick plastic of the water bottle. The water sloshed around him as he tried to float on his back, and he simply let it carry him back and forth. His body repeatedly bumped up against the pink plastic walls that surrounded him, and each time he felt a sharp pain followed by a slow dull throb that was absorbed into the general pulsating level of pain that was his existence.

When the car stopped and Sydney swung the bottle out, he didn't have the energy to shout in protest, simply doing his best to not go under the waves of water as the pair walked into a salon. The bottle dangled beside Sydney's thigh, bouncing against it as she unconsciously moved her arm about as the gigantic pair of girls chose nail colors to match their shoes and dresses. As Sydney settled into a gargantuan leather chair, she took another sip that sent Dave tumbling end over end until his body smacked hard against her lips before it was sent rolling back when she lowered and capped off the bottle once again.

Panting, he found himself staring into the face of a young Asian woman, probably only a few years older than Sydney. The giantess's almond shaped eyes went wide as she saw him struggling in the girl's drink and then they darted up to look at Sydney who was already playing around on her phone. A voice rang out, and despite the distortion, Dave knew it was Sydney's because a moment later all he could see was the beautician's dark hair as she focused her attention on Sydney's nails.

Dave turned his head this way and that, shocked to see giants serving other giants.

After almost a year of being imprisoned by enormous people, Dave had forgotten why it was so easy for people to ignore the disease that had put him at the mercy of an eighteen year old girl. While most people weren't Immune, what made someone go from infected to shrunk or caused them to shrink to his size was poorly understood. Dave still remembered the doctor assuring him that it was unlikely based on his tests and previous episodes that he would ever be as small as he was now. Even when he was clearly a victim of the shrinking disease, the tiny man had felt safe enough to not take any precautions whatsoever.

The lady bent over Sydney's feet, doing the same job he had done at least once a week for the past six months, was probably not Immune but simply asymptomatic. Or at least, he reasoned, that's what she was telling herself as she moved to work on Sydney's fingernails and tried not to look at him. It was easier to think it wouldn't happen then to confront the horrible truth that his body, bobbing up and down in some teenager's Nalgene bottle, represented; Anyone who wasn't Immune might one day be at the mercy of those who were.

Dave's thoughts were interrupted as Sydney lowered his prison into the valley of her thighs, and the water tipped back forcing him back against the plastic wall that separated him from her crotch. He shuddered as he found himself surrounded by the fabric of another pair of loose athletic shorts, the giantess clearly choosing to be comfortable before she put on her prom dress. Dave had dim memories of the work that his own prom date had put in to getting ready for the dance, but he didn't remember her spending all day at a salon. That, to the tiny man, had always been more of a thing women did when they were in a wedding party.

The plastic wall behind him began to slowly warm as Sydney's body heat seeped in, and Dave found his sore limbs finally starting to relax in the water. The soft sloshing of the water with each of Sydney's unconscious fidgets only helped to create a quiet rocking sensation that gently lulled the tiny man to something resembling sleep. He found himself drifting in and out of consciousness with each major shift, but at some point someone draped a dark sheet of fabric over his world and plunged it into darkness. With no other sound but the pleasant sloshing of water and the tapping of Sydney's fingers against the plastic, Dave found himself falling deeper into relaxation.

Eventually, he found himself tumbling down toward Sydney's lips once again, only this time when he rolled back, he hit the hard bottom of the plastic bottle. “Huh, wha?” he managed to mumble as Sydney's cool blue eye hovered in the air over his world, looking down on him and somehow managing to make him feel smaller than he was.

The giantess's laughter simply echoed off the walls of his prison as her face lifted away, “I think he actually fell asleep.”

The floor shook beneath him and the blurry world behind focused for a moment, and Dave found himself staring out at the exterior of an oddly upscale strip mall that no doubt housed the salon the girls had gone to. He was still blinking his shocking sleep from his eyes as he was passed over to Haley, who eyeballed his shrunken world in the same way Sydney had before giggling.

“I bet Judy's been sleeping in my purse the whole time too, the lazy little bitch,” the brunette announced as she passed Dave back to Sydney.

As the last remnants of his nap cleared from his mind, Dave found himself staring at Sydney's face. While she was wearing the minimum of make-up, the tiny man could easily see that her long auburn hair had been piled atop her head in a complex combination of braids and buns that made the giantess look like a fairytale princess. Smirking as she saw the awe written across his tiny face, the enormous girl blew him a kiss before her glossy freshly manicured nails began to screw the lid back on, cutting off the sound of Judy pleading with her gigantic mistress.

Turning his head to look out at Haley, he saw her holding her purse open wide and Judy's small head sticking up out of it, clearly pleading with the teenage titan. Eventually, with a roll of her eyes, Haley snapped her purse shut and swung it back up until her shoulder, the big bag slapping against her side and no doubt throwing Judy about mercilessly.

The two giantesses then got into Haley's car and were soon back at Sydney's.

Within seconds of them entering Sydney's room, Dave was fished from his prison and set down on the floor with Judy landing with a plop a second later. Sydney's toes were painted a matte black with a glittering silver stripe on the tip of the toenail that would perfectly match her heels, while behind him Dave could see Haley's toes had been given a bright aqua coat that made each nail look like a piece of candy.

“Look closely, slaves,” Haley announced, her voice haughtier than usual and making both girls burst into giggles, “This is how your mistresses' nails should always look.”

“Yeah,” Sydney sneered, “If you took your duties more seriously, then we wouldn't have had to pay real people to do them for us.”

“Now kiss them to show how sorry you are!” Haley's voice boomed down, making both Dave and Judy cower.

The tiny man could feel his larger counterpart rush toward Haley's feet, while his own body moved forward almost of its own accord. He bent down and began to peck Sydney's toes, avoiding the nails and instead practically shoving his head into the space between her toes to lap away at her toejam. As he twisted his head about to lick at the side of her big toe, Dave found himself staring up into Haley's iPhone.

Sydney was already laughing, “Do you think we should do another one or is that good?”

Dave could hear the electronic sound of Haley's booming voice coming through the phone's speaker, “No, this is perfect.” Haley began to quickly tap away at her phone before asking, “What hashtags did you use with the sink picture this morning?”

“Uh, all the ones for Prom plus #LivinLarge and #Immune4Life,” Sydney replied, scrolling through her own phone before adding, “Oh and #LadySydneysSlave, duh.”

“Awesome,” Haley said as she reached out and yanked Sydney's desk chair forward.

Dave and Judy both screamed as the chair lumbered toward them, forcing them to scatter briefly as Haley sat down on it. The giantess didn't even look up as she stretched out her legs and settled them down in front of her shrunken slave. Haley simply snapped her fingers, and her former teacher was kneeling before her feet, rubbing the spots where the teen's well cared for feet had turned a slight pink.

The tiny man barely had time to get back on his feet before Sydney's foot pushed against his back and sent him tumbling toward her running sneakers. He fell down in front of the brand new pair of sleek all black running shoes, the shiny swoosh running beside the laces making him think of some sort of insectoid alien or terrible science fiction device. They were, however, sneakers owned by the girl who owned him, and even though they were barely marred by her jog, he knew that she expected him to get down on his knees and lick them regardless.

Above him, the mattress groaned as Sydney settled down into it, and a for a long time the only noise was the two girls playing around on their phones. They'd occasionally talk, directing each other to a mutual friend's Instagram or Snapchat, but as Dave worked his way from the toe to the heel of both shoes, they remained mostly quiet.

And then Sydney's feet came crashing down, “Alright, my mom is gonna be back in, like thirty minutes, and Chase says he'll be here with the limo a little after that.”

“Ok, let me text my parents and Aaron,” Haley announced, her foot flicking Judy and sending the shrunken woman scurrying over to the girl's overnight bag, “And your mom for sure is gonna be gone when we get back from Prom?”

“Yes, she promised,” Sydney replied as she bent down and scooped her sneakers up with two fingers. Dave cowered on the floor as she inspected them and then immediately bolted to reach the underside of her bed when she stepped toward her closet.

From his vantage point on the floor he watched as the two enormous girls stripped off the baggy t-shirts and shorts that they had worn that afternoon, and began to get ready for the main event. What sounded like tons of fabric rustled as the girls wrestled their dresses free from garment bags and slipped into them. While Dave expected to hear zippers almost instantly, he found himself mesmerized by the strange sounds that followed, leading the tiny man to creep out from his hiding hole and look up.

Sydney towered over his shrunken world, her black dress bunched up around her waist as she pressed something against her breasts with a soft grunt. When her hands came away, Dave watched as something that looked like an uncooked chicken breast seemed to cling to the underside of her boobs, obscuring the nipples and nothing else. With a sickening sound, the substance began to peel away, revealing her small perky breasts and causing the giantess to stamp her foot against the ground, “Fuck this bra!”

“Here, I have some doublesided tape,” Haley replied, and Dave heard a soft smacking noise to his left. Turning toward it, he saw Judy hustling across the carpet with a small roll of white tape looped over one of her arms.

Sydney bent down but rather than take it from the shrunken woman, she simply snatched Judy up and held her former teacher in the air beside her chest. Only after a moment's hesitation did Judy begin to apply the tape to the teen's breasts, her whole seven inch body flushing pink as she was simply carried over to the other one and then deposited on the ground. As Sydney tested the backless bra once again, and finally let out a sigh of relief, Dave waved for Judy to join him beneath the giantess's bed.

The comparatively larger woman immediately dropped to her knees as soon as she was beside him, her chest rising and falling and her arms twitching from having carried the obviously heavy tape roll for so long. “I don't remember Prom being this involved,” She breathlessly muttered, leaning out to stare at the two giantesses, “Do you?”

“No,” Dave said, still in awe of the two enormous girls, “I mean, as a guy there wasn't much to do besides put on a tux but like, I don't remember my date spending all day getting ready. Then again, I went to public school.”

“Yeah...”

The mattress sagged above them as Haley sat down on the foot of it, followed by Sydney settling right over them. The two shrunken slaves could hear the sound of Haley's camera app snapping another picture, and then watched as the giantesses almost simultaneously bent down and slipped on their shoes.

At the foot of the bed, Haley's toenails barely peeped out of her cerulean platform heels that looked almost like they were made out of velvet. The world shook as the giantess stood, the hem of her blue dress swishing against the floor. Directly in front of the shrunken slaves stood Sydney's strappy heels, the buckles tinkling as the giantess stood up, her hemline revealing more of her milky calves than Haley's.

“God damn,” Haley said as the world shook beneath her feet, “We look like fucking Goddesses.”

“Mhm, damn right,” Sydney giggled, “Speaking of, where's my slave?”

Trembling, Dave found his feet inching forward while Sydney's foot rose and fell as she impatiently tapped it against the floor of her bedroom. For some reason, Dave's body resisted the idea of going any closer, and then Judy's big hand shoved against his shoulder, sending him tumbling out from beneath the bed until he lay sprawled at Sydney's feet.

Lifting his head to gaze at the heavens, he realized that the two high school seniors finally looked like the aristocrats they pretended to be on social media. Both of them were dressed in luxurious gowns, their hair done up in complex braids, their make-up done perfectly, and to top it all off they wore the matching bracelets they had bought a few months earlier, each bearing a single charm of a shrunken person. The foot tapped in front of him, and again the buckles jingled.

“Judy, put him in his place,” Haley commanded, giggling as she did.

The immense heel scraped forward against the carpet, its thin sole barely making a sound as it settled in front of Dave. Lady Sydney's toes wriggled atop the leathery insole, and the straps around her foot creaked in response to her flexing muscles. Behind him, Dave heard the sound of Judy's bare feet brushing against the carpet fibers and the tiny man stamped down the part of his brain that was screaming for him to run.

The shrunken teacher's oversized hands snatched him up and bodily hauled him atop Sydney's silky smooth foot. He didn't fight the comparatively larger woman, but Dave found himself doing everything he could to remain limp, forcing her to use her wiry muscles to get him into place. She looked down at him, clearly annoyed, but all he could see was the woman who had fucked him and now imprisoned him just because her owner told her to.

The buckles locked around his wrists and ankles, and then Judy drew a heavy black strap across his waist to secure not only his small body but the powerful foot beneath it. High above him, Sydney snapped another photo, her plump darkly painted lips turned up in a smirk as she did.

“Ready for Prom,” she said as she typed in the caption.

After months of being treated as little more than a prop in Sydney and Haley's social media feeds, and being attached to the giantess's footwear on multiple occasions, Dave thought he had sunk as low as he possibly could.

“Oh my Gawd!”

The screeching nasally sound left the tiny man's ears ringing, and he cringed against Sydney's foot as the plump and petite giantess above him inspected how he was attached to the immense piece of footwear.

“That's so cute!” She announced, her accent instantly reminding the tiny man of annoying middle aged women back in New York City, and he found himself wondering if she might actually be from the East Coast. “It's a shame yours isn't smaller, honey!”

“Mom,” Haley groaned, blushing slightly when her mother gently smacked her shoulder.

“I'm just saying, I know it's very in right now to have these little, oh gawd, what do they call them again?”

“Shrinkees,” Sydney's mother's voice was smooth, each syllable perfectly enunciated by her painted lips. She handed the other woman a glass filled with red wine, while her steely gray seemed to pierce through his tiny body. “Are you sure you want to wear him like that tonight, dear? I wouldn't want you losing him again.”

The world became a blur, wind howled in Dave's ears, and then everything shook, all because Sydney stamped her foot against the floor, “I'm not gonna lose him.”

In the heavens, the older woman fought the urge to roll her eyes while Haley's mother simply giggled. The petite giantess squatted down to look more closely at Dave, who found himself wriggling against his bonds as the older woman's eyes roved across his nude form. He had thought the look Sydney gave him right before using him as a sex toy was the epitome of naked hunger, but then he watched as a slick pink tongue ran over the already wine-stained teeth of Haley's mother.

“Might want to be careful, Sydney, he looks like a little fighter,” she cooed, covering up her husky lust-filled tone with a deep pull from her glass.

“He actually managed to get out a few months back,” Sydney's mother said, her eyes still resting on his tiny body, “I'm still not entirely sure how though.”

“It doesn't matter,” Sydney snapped back, “Chase found him, like a day later, and he knows better now.”

Wind rushed against Dave's naked body as Sydney stuck her foot out once more and then rested it on the sharp pin heel of her shoe. Dave found himself staring directly up into the sky, each giantess slowly filling up a quadrant of it, looking down at him expectantly.

Everything shifted back and forth as Sydney shook her foot, “Right?”

Sucking in a deep breath, he shouted back, “Y-yes, Lady Sydney!”

“Lady Sydney?” Sydney's mom's lips twitched upward.

Dave's bones rattled as the girl quickly yanked back her foot, “It's just a joke, Mom, jeez.”

“Oh you should hear what Haley's calls her,” the other mother said, barely stifling her laughter.

“Mom!” A quake rippled through the floor as Haley also stamped her foot.

Her mother dismissed the girl's bratty interruption with a little wave of her hand, “She calls her Mistress. Isn't that just too cute?”

“Well,” The older woman rolled her steely eyes before taking a sip of her wine.

Haley's mother laughed harder, “I know, I know! I just can't believe the little thing says it!”

“Mom, please,” Haley whined, the powerful but high pitched sound making Dave shiver almost instantly.

The giant women simply kept laughing, teasing their daughters as the titanic teens simply stood there and did their best to maintain their dignity as they fidgeted with unseen rumples in their gowns.

From his place attached to Sydney's shoe, Dave struggled to reconcile what he was hearing with his reality. With the way the enormous girl completely ruled his life, and managed perfectly fine on her own given how much her mother worked, he realized that he often forgot she was still in high school. And once she had started using him as a dildo, his attempts to constantly remind himself of that fact simply so he wouldn't notice how attractive she was had completely fallen apart. Yet now, he was stretched across the top of her foot, and forced to admit that the gorgeous goddess towering over him was just a spoiled brat that liked to feel powerful.

And he was just another way for her to do that.

The doorbell ringing interrupted both the tiny man's train of thought and the conversation above him. The gray platform heels of Sydney's mom retreated deeper into the house, and Dave could hear the distant rumblings of giant voices followed by the deep booms of gigantic footsteps approaching. The world became a whirlwind as both boys arrived with at least one parent in tow, and Dave was subjected to the rapid rise and fall of Sydney's footseps, each one making his bones rattle and joints ache.

Both giant boys' mothers fawned over the fact that Sydney was actually wearing him, with Chase's father actually saying he only thought famous people did that. Laughter filled the air, making Dave's tiny ears ring, unable to block out so many gigantic voices with his hands tied down.

Thankfully, the couples were quickly lining up so their parents could take pictures and talk about how good their kids looked and how cute everyone was. Strapped down at Sydney's shoe, Dave realized that this moment was the only part in the entire ordeal that had felt normal to him as he remembered going through the same motions with his mother and his date's parents. And then, as quickly as it began, it was over.

Sydney's feet were gliding over the brick walkway that lead up to her townhouse's front door, and Dave's body was shaking with each powerful step. Despite the power of the giants' voices, he could hear an engine idling, and then suddenly, the teens were piling into a posh limousine. The ground beneath went from brick to lush dark colored carpeting and he watched as Sydney settled down onto a leather seat. An enormous crash signaled the door was shut, and a moment later, the limo was off without a word from the driver.

The world spun about and Dave felt like his stomach was several feet behind him as Sydney swung her legs up and dropped her feet onto her boyfriend's lap. Dave's vision refocused and he found himself staring up Sydney's long body to her smirking face, her pale blue eyes settling on him before turning back to her boyfriend. The toes wiggled above the little man, but Dave could feel the giant ped gently grind back and forth beneath him, as Sydney literally teased her boyfriend with her heel.

Chase let out a soft strangled noise, before reaching into his coat and pulling out a flask, “Uh, you're sure your mom isn't going to be home when we get back, Sydney?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, but shook her head back and forth as he tried to offer her a nip from the flask.

“Just gonna be the four of us, right?” Aaron, Haley's boyfriend, asked as he reached into his own jacket pocket and produced a small gadget only slightly bigger than Dave's whole body. It was only when the little man heard it whir and then light up that he realized what the device was. A second later, a thick white cloud billowed out of Aaron's mouth, smelling faintly earthy and buttery.

“That's right,” Haley replied as she snatched the vape from her boyfriend's hand, and then leaned over Dave's world. The tiny man tested his bonds again but there was nothing he could do but hold his breath as the brunette blew smoke directly into his face.

Unable to hold his breath as the cloud stung his eyes and nostrils, Dave found himself coughing and sputtering as the world shifted beneath him. In the sky above he watched as Sydney's hand reached out, while Haley's held still for a moment, “Are you sure, Sydney?”

“C'mon, it's prom,” The giantess replied, pausing before adding, “I should at least try weed before I graduate.”

Dave watched through his stinging eyes as the giantess took the small device and brought it to her lips, bobbing her head back and forth as her chest filled with the pungent 'smoke' of the vape. Her darkly painted lips pursed together as she tried to hold it in before passing it back to Haley, who immediately took another hit. Dave was forced to watch, upside down, as the giantess's face reddened with every passing second until finally a cloud burst past her lips, followed by a wracking cough that bucked the shrunken man against his restraints.

“How was it?” Haley asked as she tried to blow a smoke ring.

“G-go-good,” Sydney coughed, provoking laughter from the other three giants.

“It gets easier,” Haley said while Sydney simply nodded as she coughed.

Dave stared back at her, the blood slowly rushing to his head, again reminding himself that the gigantic people around him were just bratty kids, but then he watched as Chase's enormous hand wrapped around Sydney's foot. His thumb landed firmly atop Dave's chest, pushing down hard on the strap that laid across his stomach. All the air in Dave's lungs immediately burst from his mouth and a sharp pain blossomed across his chest before turning into an intense throbbing that radiated across his entire torso.

Suddenly, Chase's face filled the sky directly above him and he opened his mouth to let vapor pour directly down Dave's open throat. Dave tried to tell himself that secondhand vapor should be far less potent than the smoke he had experienced when he was in Haley's possession but that hope was instantly dispelled as his head started to swim and his whole body went slack. The echoing laughter of the giants become background noise as he tuned out the rest of the world, only dimly aware of everything going on around him.

Dave felt his wrists and ankles begin to burn as Sydney's footfalls made them rub against his restraints, and he realized that they were walking. He did his best to pick his lolling head up and make sense of the world that passed him by, but wherever their school prom was it was dark, and then the music kicked in. The thumping of a professional bass system drove out everything else, even the shaking produced by Sydney's footfalls was gone as each thump of the bass left his body shuddering against his leathery prison.

Within seconds, the world around Dave was a redwood forest of gigantic legs.

Everywhere he looked, the little man could see enormous bodies grinding against each other, and as his gaze moved closer to the ground he could see huge feet smashing down against the dance floor. The whole world turned into a neon tinted blur as Sydney danced, his own little body being thrown about as far as the leather straps of her heels would let him be. Eventually, the giantess stalked off the dance floor, while Dave tried to figure out if they had already been at the Prom for minutes or hours.

The bass subsided and he dimly heard the sound of chairs scraping against the floor before his body was thrust against a billowing table cloth. As Sydney sat down and swung her leg up into the air, the tiny man realized that the giants were sitting down to eat, and let himself breathe a sigh of relief. His shrunken body sagged against the cuffs, and with his head clearing, Dave found himself exhausted.

Sweat blossomed all over his body, rolling down it and agitating the friction burns that had formed where the buckles and straps dug into his skin. Worse, he could feel his muscles twitching from the sheer amount of abuse he had been subjected to in the pre-dinner portion of the prom, and with every minor convulsion of his arm or leg, pain would flare anew in his wrist or ankle. The little man felt completely powerless as tears began to roll down his cheeks and some DJ's booming voice assured the attendees that the Prom King and Queen would be announced soon.

Time passed with aching slowness as pain continued to wrack his four inch tall frame, and he only knew that Sydney had finished eating when her leg swung out and crashed down against the floor. As it hit the ground and Dave's body rattled against his restraints, he was shocked that he didn't feel pain but instead felt his wrists slip downward.

“Wh-what?” He muttered, his voice rough from sobbing as Sydney continued to walk.

Each jarring step made his joints slip further and further from his restraints, but it wasn't until he was assaulted by the harsh light of the bathroom and the cold air made his skin feel like he was on fire that Dave pieced it all together.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” his words becoming a wordless screech of pain as his whole body convulsed and his ankles slipped free, his feet suddenly bouncing against the top of Sydney's foot.

“So,” Haley's voice echoed above him, as the tiny shrinking man convulsed again and again, his body diminishing further with each one, “Do you think you're going to win Prom Queen?”

“What? Me?”

“C'mon, we both know Chase is going to be King.”

“Yeah, but just cause we're dating doesn't mean...”

“True but people would have to be super bitchy to not vote for you. Like, I wrote you down on my ballot and I know other people did.”

“Oh my God, Haley,” Sydney's voice cracked, while Dave watched his chest literally shrink back from the central strap, “That's so sweet.”

Dave was forced back into Sydney's foot flesh as she swung around and hugged the other giantess. The shrunken man found himself scrambling for purchase as his body continued to shake and shrink, his hands slick from the sweat that continued to pour off of him. His voice was entirely lost to him as another convulsion racked his little frame, “L-la-lady Sydney...”

He dimly heard the sound of the DJ warning everyone that the Prom King and Queen were about to be announced, and Sydney's excited squeal overwhelmed his attempts to contact her. The fleshy platform beneath him that had previously made Dave feel like he was strapped to the front of a car suddenly felt like a building came to life as it continued to expand ever outwards around him. He pleaded and prayed that the giantess would notice he was shrinking as he did his best to wrap his shuddering arms around a strap that, without his body to help secure it, was now bouncing wildly against her foot.

Yet the only thing that mattered in the whole world to the enormous girl was the booming voice that Dave couldn't even make sense of. The DJ's words were completely lost to him as they became absorbed by the powerful bass emanating from the speakers, each word registering as another force trying to shake his body from Sydney's shoe.

The world stretched and then smashed downward, forcing his right arm loose, as Sydney suddenly began to jump up and down with excitement. Her foot suddenly rocketed forward, and the world was consumed by the cheers of a crowd as she crossed the dance floor in long powerful strides.

The first made Dave bounce upward, and his fingers lost their grip on the underside of the strap. The next three pushed his arm further and further up from where he had wedged it beneath the strap, rattling it between the soft leather and pale flesh until he was able to catch his fingers against the very edge. He looked down, shocked to see that even with his whole body stretched and dangling, his toes didn't even come close to the buckles that had just a few minutes ago held him fast.

Sydney's foot crashed down again and his knuckles turned white as he held fast.

Dave breathed a sigh of relief and started to pull himself up.

She pivoted.

A gust of wind buffeted against his now one inch frame as the foot arched high, resting all of its weight on the ball and leaving him no space between the strap and foot to cling to. He was sent tumbling downward, watching as the monolithic foot released and settled back upon the floor right before he smacked against her freshly painted toenails. His body bounced hard against the nail beds and Dave found himself cartwheeling through the air before he crashed against the frigid dance floor.

Gasping for breath, Dave pushed down against his ribs to check for damage and every one all seemed to be throbbing along with the hammer pounding against the inside of his skull. Struggling to suck in a deep breath, he rolled over onto his back and stared into the sky.

His jaw dropped instantly.

The tiny man had already thought of the giants around him as building-sized, but as he lay at Sydney's feet, he quickly realized that whatever buildings they had resembled before were small and pitiful things. The giantess before him seemed to stretch hundreds of feet up in the air, her face completely obscured by the shelf of her breasts.

A quake ripped through the floor, making Dave's prone body bounce into the air before smacking painfully back against the floor, knocking out what little breath he had managed to catch. Turning his neck sent a fresh tingling sensation down his spine as he watched a canary yellow pump settle against the floor while high above him a pair of bronze arms the size of subway cars reached out with a tiara. Sydney's head dipped forward, and her face seemed to take over the entirety of the heavens.

Desperation burned through Dave's body, forcing him to his feet as he tried to get her attention, “Lady Sydney! Lady Sydney down here! I shrunk again!”

Her pale blue eyes flickered toward him, and her lips twitched in a frown while her eyes narrowed. Dave was violently thrown to the floor and then bounced against it three times in succession before he realized that Sydney was simply tapping her foot in annoyance.

As it settled back onto the floor, Dave prayed to the goddess girl herself that he wasn't misinterpreting the signal as he slowly started to crawl toward her now gargantuan foot. He was again thrown about as whatever giantess had gifted Sydney the crown stepped away, and Dave's whole body shook as he felt the DJ speak, his words instantly leaving the shrunken man in a world of nothing but ringing.

Suddenly Sydney's feet retreated, and Dave felt the tremors despite the seeming hundreds of feet between him and where they had landed. He again tried to rise to his feet, suddenly wondering if she hadn't actually seen him, but then another quake threw him back down against the hard floor. Lifting his head so he could turn it, he watched a massive wall of patent leather twitch.

“No, no, no,” he screeched, his body violently scrambling as he thought of Vanessa's patent leather Doc Martens, the boots that she had claimed ended a sorority sister's life. Dave's mind raced as he tried to think of how the giantess could have found him, how she had gotten so close to Sydney, and a billion other questions before he realized that his world had gone dark.

“Wh-”

The word was strangled by Chase's thumb and forefinger pinching his body, making the tiny man spasm in the giant's grip. He was lifted up before the literal boy-king's face, his eyes going wide as he tried to take it in all at once.

“Hmph,” was all the giant offered, his whiskey-laced breath ruffling Dave's hair before the whole world blurred.

Dave felt like he was teleported as he swallowed down bile and tried to comprehend how he had wound up over a field of copper colored grass. Blinking, the tiny man suddenly recognized the twists and turns in the strange field as the braids that had been a part of Sydney's up-do. They began to grow larger and larger, and then suddenly he was being forcibly shoved into one.

The tiny man screamed in pain as his legs twisted, but the hair gave way, tangling around him as it sucked his little body down rather than staying firm and snapping his limbs. He flailed atop Sydney's head, staring out at the glittering tiara that marked her not as Lady Sydney but Queen Sydney, and began to weep.

His exhausted body flopped down against the giantess's soft hair as she began to dance with her boyfriend, the sappy love song's lyrics lost in its thunderous volume. As the little man passed out, he realized that there had never been a way out.

Dave was flying when he came to.

His hoarse voice echoed around him before he crashed shoulder first into the hard glass bottom of the jar Sydney kept him in. Nausea instantly rolled over him like a wave as a sharp pain flared out from his shoulder. “Oh God, God no, please,” he whimpered before looking at the way his arm hung limp against his side, with his shoulder contorted at an unnatural angle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His words continued to bounce around him as he looked down helplessly at his clearly dislocated, possibly broken, shoulder.

“Oh man,” Sydney's voice was like a hurricane, “I think I broke him.”

Thoom. Thoom. Thoom.

Her immense finger, now half as wide as Dave was tall, tapped against the jar. The shrunken man flinched with each hit, and he cowered as he turned to see Sydney's pale freckled face literally taking up the sky. Most of her hair hung freely across her bare shoulders, and her make up had been scrubbed away, but the tiara remained glittering in her auburn hair.

“No way,” Chase's masculine bass rattled in Dave's chest, and the little man dimly felt his footfalls as he approached. A shadow rolled over the shrunken man's world, but his dislocated shoulder prevented him from turning to look at the giant's face. “Ouch, that sucks.”

“Yeah, I wanted to, like,” Sydney's huge shoulders shrugged before she rose back up to her full height. Dave's breath caught in his throat as he watched her vast naked form race by, until he was simply staring at her flat stomach, which was quickly covered by one of Chase's enormous tanned hands. Sydney's pale fingers intertwined with his, and the sound of them kissing echoed out across the world before she added, “You know.”

“We still could,” Chase offered.

“No, you're way too big,” Sydney giggled, “You'd crush him.”

The giant's other hand wrapped around Dave's jar and tipped it forward, making him scream in pain as his left shoulder felt like it was suddenly lit on fire as he tumbled over it, “I think it's a mercy killing at this point, babe.”

“No, just no,” Sydney hand slipped out of his and pushed the jar back down, while Dave's screams remained completely ignored by the giants, forcing the tiny man to wonder if they could even hear him. “I want it to just be you... us.”

“Mhm.”

The world began to shake, and Dave wasn't even sure if he was crying or sweating as he felt warm water roll down his cheeks.

“No, leave it on,” Sydney's voice rolled like the distant thunder of a summer storm, “It's sexy.”

The bed springs screamed in protest as the two giants got on top of it, and despite the throbbing pains throughout his body, Dave pushed himself up into a sitting position so he could watch. Across the vast distance of Sydney's bedroom, he saw Chase mount her, his crown still adorning his head. Sydney's pale hands gripped his hips as he penetrated her for the first time eliciting a sharp yelp of pleasure from her before he began to gently move in and out of her body, her own gargantuan form quickly picking up the rhythm.

Dave's member stirred, and he found his right hand drifting to his crotch.

Powerful groans echoed out across his shrunken world and for a moment his hand hovered over his now minuscule member. Images of Haley threatening him flashed through his mind, the righteous anger on her cherub face quickly replaced by the tread of the Birkenstock she had used to punish him. Another moan brought him to the present where he watched the muscles of two gorgeous titans flex beneath flawless skin.

Dave gripped his manhood and began to pump it, wincing as every stroke made his shoulder burn. Chase was thrusting quickly now, the crown atop his head growing more and more askew with each one, meanwhile Sydney writhed in pleasure beneath him, guiding his meaty hands to her pert breasts and down to her crotch. The tiny man remained silent, his throat raw from his sobbing and screaming, and instead simply focused on the giants in front of him, following the curve of their well-toned bodies as they drew closer to climax.

Chase began to grunt, “I'm close, I'm close.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sydney moaned in return, her hand slapping against his broad rippling back.

Dave pumped faster, feeling his body begin to tense along with theirs.

The giant roared, his words completely lost in ecstasy, while beneath him his giantess cried out in pleasure as he came inside her. Dave opened his mouth but managed little more than a choked noise as his shrunken cock shot a pitiful load onto the glass in front of him. He stared down at it as the bed shrieked in protest and he heard the low rumbling noise of a giant conversation.

He concluded that the smear was barely worth notice by him, let alone by the goddess that ruled his world and yet he found himself suddenly fearful that Sydney would somehow know he had done it. Even though the girl wore glasses and was clumsy, he imagined her looking down and instantly spotting the smudge before she threw him to the floor and turned him into a matching stain on the bottom of her foot. Fear shot through the tiny man, and he looked up only to realize that at least an hour had passed with him just dumbly staring at his own cooling ejaculate, debating if the giants would know or care that he had pleased himself.

Across the room they were sleeping contently with Sydney curled up against her boyfriend's broad muscular chest. A pain inducing shudder went through his body as he realized he was already a forgotten toy to the enormous girl. As he watched Sydney's gigantic form rise and fall with Chase's breathing, Dave felt his own eyelids grow heavy until finally the darkness took him.

There was no way for him to sleep through the waking of the giants, since every one of their footfalls rattled his world and even a quiet conversation to them reverberated in his shrunken chest. Yet, Dave was shocked to find himself slipping in and out of consciousness, and every time he awoke, he found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.

When he came to for what felt like the fifteenth time, Sydney's hand was wrapped around his jar and each of her steps sent him sliding about the bottom forcing the shrunken man to finally register how much pain he was in. Each breath was accompanied by a horrible wet sound, and he was unable to take in more than a gasp without his entire chest feeling like it was being pushed in by enormous fingers. His left arm still hung limp but the shoulder no longer burned with every twitch, something Dave dimly registered as a bad sign before his jar was placed down atop a glass table in the townhouse's sunroom.

Sydney's milky legs rose high up into the air above him as the giantess pulled them in close. Turning his head toward the sky, he saw that instead of the worry that he had been expecting to see on her face, there was only boredom as she began to scroll through her feeds.

Laughter turned to painful coughing as Dave realized that all the tumbles he had taken during his brief time on the dance flood had done much more harm than they would have when he was four or five times as tall as he was now. The ground beneath him began to vibrate and he watched as Haley's immense form strolled into the sunroom, holding her phone and Judy in one hand and a bus-sized glass bottle in the other.

“Are you sure about this?” Haley asked as she bent down and dumped Judy on the ground before setting the bottle down beside Dave's jar.

“Definitely, I've been thinking about this since the first time I saw it, but I just never thought, like,” Sydney's fingers wrapped around the mouth of the jar and shook it, throwing him violently about.

When he finally rolled to a stop, Dave realized the edges of his vision were going gray. It cleared a few seconds later, but he felt a strange terror building within him that wasn't matched by a rising heart rate. Turning his head toward the bottle Haley had brought with her, his eyes went wide as he recognized the label and even though he couldn't read the whole thing, he knew it said: Stolichnaya.

His world shuddered and without his left arm, Dave failed to brace himself, instead falling with his face flat against the jar's bottom as Sydney carried it into the sky. Outside, he dimly heard Haley's voice as she began to film what was going on. Gravity shifted and he was sent tumbling end over end, each flip making him wince and cough until he crashed onto a soft fleshy platform where he lay coughing and sputtering.

Sydney and Haley's voices thundered above him, but his whole world seemed to reduce to the shot glass held in Sydney's other hand. Slowly, but surely, he felt himself carried over to it, and Dave tried desperately to get up and run. His right hand sunk into Sydney's flesh, and he felt the whole thing shiver as the girl giggled above him while he tried to drag his feet beneath him so he could stand. With his knees in position, Dave pushed upward with all his might.

And that's when Sydney's palm tipped toward the shot glass.

He pushed off and instantly plummeted, free falling through the air before he slammed hard into the shot glass's bottom, with his right shoulder absorbing the entirety of the impact. Rather than the snap and pop of a dislocation he heard when he landed in the jar, Dave distinctly heard a sharp crack before pain erupted from the uneven break. His scream turned into another wet cough as the Stoli bottle appeared in the heavens, and the stench of vodka smashed up against his sinuses.

The vodka shoved him back down into the bottom of the glass before lifting him up as it filled the container. Pain erupted across a dozen different open wounds on his body as the alcohol stung his raw skin and nerves, but all he could do was cough up vodka as his head bobbed on the surface of the shot.

“Three,” Haley's voice echoed clear across the world as he was sloshed back and forth, vodka dribbling down onto Sydney's fingers as she lifted it up toward her mouth.

“Two,” the giantess boomed, and the liquid rippled as Sydney brought it close to her pink lips.

“One!”

The world went sideways and Dave was thrown into a dark humid world. He crashed against a wet bumpy beast that instantly flexed and sent him tumbling further back where he sloshed into the vodka, all while his stomach churned and he began a new coughing fit. The wide open space around him suddenly narrowed, but rather than the crushing muscles he had experienced inside of Sydney's womanhood, the walls surrounding his tiny body barely touched him as he plummeted downward.

His single scream was completely absorbed by meaty walls and then he hit something wet and wrinkled. The strange surface instantly flexed in response, and it seemed to disappear, dropping him into a stinking festering pit. The floor here was similar to the strange wrinkled flesh that had momentarily held him, but it wasn't until he felt his skin begin to burn that Dave realized he had arrived at his destination; the stomach.

He scrambled like mad, searching for some purchase or safe spot but the pitch black world only shook in response. As the air around him quickly grew heavy and more foul, the tiny man realized that the shaking was Sydney's belly moving from laughter. The enormous girl was laughing as he desperately searched for a way to survive.

Dave's lungs began to burn as he continued to search for a way out, and as he sucked in as much breath as he could he found himself immediately gasping for more. Whatever oxygen had been inside the small space was quickly disappearing, and as he scratched at the tough sides of Sydney's stomach and felt his skin burn hotter, he realized that it was hopeless.

Even though the world around him was completely dark, he could feel his vision grow dimmer as he started to choke from the lack of oxygen. Each passing second felt like an eternity as his entire body burned and then, there was nothing.

Vanessa sighed as she watched Trevor leave their apartment.

He waved as he tossed his equipment bag slung over his shoulder, his muscles rippling beneath the tight t-shirt he wore. The redhead wanted to be upset with him for going to his stupid softball game rather than staying in bed with her, but she had to admit it was her own fault that she had slept in rather than getting up in time to have some Saturday morning fun.

Smacking her lips together, she swirled some spit in her mouth in an attempt to cleanse it of the taste of rum, before she sighed once more. “At least I'm not hungover,” she muttered to herself as she reached over and grabbed her phone from her nightstand.

“Hmm,” she murmured to herself as she scrolled through her notifications, dismissing most of them as pointless. She saw one from Youtube, which she always forgot was enabled to give her little push notifications, and her finger suddenly stopped. Tapping it, her eyes went wide as she read the title 'Lady Sydney Shoots Her Slave' from MistressHaley99.

Her finger worked of its own accord, activating the video and fullscreening it as her other hand reached out, brushing against the bars of her Shrinkee cage. An ad played as she fiddled with the latch, and Vanessa couldn't help but think, good job Haley, as she sat through the mattress commercial that promised to change the way she slept. The cage door opened and she flattened out her palm, “Get on, faggot.”

“Pl-please, V-vanessa, Trev isn't even here...”

“Now, bitch,” she growled. Trevor's little step-brother had always been nervous around her when they had lived in separate apartments, but when they moved in together and the little man realized he would no longer be the sole property of his god-like step-brother, he had become a bit of a troublemaker.

“I'm begging you, I don-”

Mistress Haley's little logo flashed and she paused the video while her freehand smacked the cage, “Don't make me actually reach in there.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he cried and a second later she felt his little feet settling onto her palm.

Her fingers wrapped around him and she lifted him up to her lips, his six inch frame squirming as she made sure to blow her rum soaked morning breath right into his face. “Oh get over yourself,” she said as she opened her fingers up slightly and ran her tongue up and down his body like a lollipop.

His whole body shook and his little voice peeped up again, “Van-”

She simply started the video and pumped up the volume as she shoved him beneath the comforter.

Haley held her camera up selfie style as she walked into what looked like an enclosed deck, “Hey guys, Mistress Haley here with Lady Sydney-”

The lanky teen cut in and pointed to a plastic tiara tucked into her hair, “Queen Sydney now.”

“Yes, Queen Sydney,” Haley corrected herself with a giggle.

The shrunken man flailed about as Vanessa pushed aside her lacy panties and dragged him against her moist pussy lips.

“And today's kind of a sad day,” Haley pouted at the camera before shifting the view to Sydney's palm, “Queen Sydney's slave has gotten too small to be of any use.”

Vanessa laughed as she watched her former slave writhe atop the girl's palm. “Serves you right, you little bitch,” she panted as she began to shove her current shrinkee inside of herself. When it had first happened, Vanessa could barely believe the little man had actually escaped, but when she saw him pop on MistressHaley99's insta, she couldn't help but laugh at the cruel twist of fate. The little brunette was far worse than she had ever been, and even though her gangly friend seemed just as sweet, in Haley's earliest videos the freckled bitch constantly talked about wanting to simply grind their former teacher beneath her feet.

“He was a good servant but alas,” Sydney chimed in, “I just have no use for something so pathetic.”

Vanessa moaned as she slowly slid her shrunken man in and out of her womanhood.

“But don't worry,” she heard the teen say, “We're giving him a very fun send off.”

A bottle of Stoli flashed across the screen and Vanessa laughed as she began to grind her hips against the bed.

Her former slave was tossed into a shot glass held by his current owner, and she felt her own juices began to seep around her finger as he was completely covered in vodka.

“Three.”

Vanessa's wrist began to ache as she sped up, the tiny man barely even struggling anymore as she yanked him in and out too quickly for him to catch his breath.

“Two.”

The screen began to shake as she panted and braced her foot against her bed.

“One!”

Vanessa erupted as she watched the girl down the shot, vodka dribbling down her pale chin. She let the phone drop down onto her bed as she basked in the afterglow, fishing her current slave from her pussy as an afterthought. With her head resting against the pillow, she dimly heard the voices of the two girls, chatting and giggling as Lady Sydney described the experience of the little man moving about in her stomach. Finally, she heard the girl announce that she couldn't feel anything anymore, and then the teen gently patted her stomach as if she had just finished a filling meal.

The redhead looked at the little man in her own fingers coated in her juices, and smirked before simply rubbing him against her panties. He briefly flailed in indignation before his limbs went slack, the shrunken thing finally accepting there was nothing he could. Satisfied that he wasn't going to give her any more issues that morning, she bent over and set him down on the floor.

“I think I want to wear my Doc Martens today, bitch,” she said with a snap of her fingers, “The patent leather ones.”

Beside her, she heard Haley's voice clearly ring out, “Don't forget to like and subscribe!”