“And where do you think you're going?”

Emily's voice pulled Heather from sleep and the low growl that followed the giant girl's words sent a shiver down her spine. The scent of the girl surrounded her but she couldn't feel Emily's body anywhere.

She sat up, a strange panic gripping her, then the laundry slipped away and Heather remembered where she was. Clothes hung above her, creating ominous shadows in the strangely cavernous space of Emily's closet. She knew that the space wasn't even big enough for Emily to stand in but to her it was a sizable room.

The voice of the other giantess was rough from the morning but still higher than Emily's smoky alto, “Well, uh...”

Heather slipped down out of the laundry basket and peered out of the closet.

The woman was already dressed with her boots in one hand and jacket in the other. Her toes flexed nervously against the fuzzy rug at the center of Emily's room while she shifted her weight back and forth.

Her purple-haired owner gripped the woman's hand and pulled her back toward the bed. “You don't need to run out of here just cause the sun came up,” Emily purred though Heather noticed that the other giantess didn't actually fall back to the bed. “I can make us breakfast and my shrinkee can clean up your boots if you want...”

The woman glanced over her shoulder and Heather couldn't stop the yelp that burst out of her lips when the giantess spotted her. The woman's lips curled slightly in distaste before she sighed, “I think it'd be best if I just went...”

“Alright, um,” Emily didn't let go of the woman's hand, “When will I see you again?”

Heather couldn't see the other giantess's face but she watched all the light and excitement go out of Emily's before the girl let out a low, “Oh...” Her hand slipped out of the other woman's, “I thought we had a lot of fun last night.”

“We did.”

“Then why wouldn't you want to...” Emily's voice was hurt and confused.

“Emily, uh...” The giantess coughed uncomfortably, “Last night when you said you were in school, uh, I... you're not a grad student, right?”

“What? No...”

“Yeah, I thought you were and then when I woke up this morning and saw your face and these books...” The giantess gestured to where an introductory text for some required course that Emily had been putting off sat, “I realized that you're probably a little young for me...”

“I'm twenty-one,” Emily snapped back, “And I'm going to graduate this spring, it's not like you're that much older than me.”

Emily reached out for the woman's hand and Heather winced as the woman stepped back, sending a faint tremor through the floorboards. Then with a sigh, the giantess asked, “How old do you think I am?”

“I don't know, twenty-four?” Emily replied and her smile faltered as she looked up at the woman, “Twenty-seven?”

“Wow, I mean... that's flattering but no, I'm thirty-three.”

Heather could see her own shock greatly amplified in Emily's face.

The college girl stumbled over her words, “That's not old though, like, age is just-”

The woman cut her off by leaning in and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, “Hey, it's ok. We both had fun last night and that's what matters.”

She was already making her way out of the room by the time that Emily recovered, “B-bye...”

“See you around.”

Heather could hear the giantess descend the stairs and then heard the front door rattle in its frame.

“Oh fuck, damn it...” Emily's voice was tight as she rose up from her bed, her eyes blinking rapidly. She stormed across the room and Heather backpedaled when she suddenly loomed over her to grab an extra long t-shirt from her closet.

Emily's bare feet pounded across the room and her voice echoed out across the house as she went downstairs, “Sorry, it's a near-field thing because of the shrinkees...”

There was awkward laughter and a few words exchanged before the door finally opened and then slammed shut. A faint sob traveled up the stairs a moment later and it grew louder and louder until Emily walked back in and flung herself onto her bed.

Heather cautiously drifted across the room to her gigantic owner.

As her head traveled back and forth to take in the girl, sobbing over the awkward ending of a one-night stand, she found it impossible to think about anything other than just how young Emily and Lex were. It had been easy over the past several weeks to forget that they were college students, maybe better put together than some of their peers but unquestionably still young.

A lump formed in her throat as she thought about how many times Emily had 'played' with her and how she had felt when pleasing that same girl. A nauseous feeling twisted about in the pit of her stomach as she realized that a woman who was several years younger than her had clearly been repulsed by the idea of having a one night stand with Heather's owner. Her knees grew weak and she felt tears well in her own eyes as she realized that there was one big difference between her and the gigantic woman who had just left.

That woman was probably Immune and that made her and Emily equal in a way Heather simply couldn't be. She had the luxury to consider the age difference between the two of them in a way that Heather no longer could. Emily was young but she was also Immune, a fact that put her so far above Heather in the eyes of everyone else that no one even questioned the idea that a twenty-one year old girl owned her.

They thought about it so little that Emily's thirty-something one night stand hadn't even questioned the fact that her hook-up exclusively referred to another human being as 'Hot Mom' rather than anything resembling a real name. She replayed the night in her head again and toppled over as she realized the woman had exclusively referred to her as an 'it.'

When her knees hit the ground, she felt the heavy enamel pin waver against her throat and winced as she remembered that her 'pronouns' had been right there for the woman to see but she was a shrinkee, not a real person. To Immune people, a shrinkee was just a thing to be played with or ordered around.

“Hot Mom,” Emily's voice was tight and she sniffled, “Are you ok?”

Heather couldn't stop the sob from bursting out of her.

“Aw, you poor thing, c'mere,” Emily cooed and a second later, Heather could feel the giant girl's hands wrapping around her torso and the floor falling away as she was lifted up into the air. A moment later she was laying on Emily's chest and the faint smell of sex filled her nostrils. “It's going to be ok,” the giantess said as she shoved a tissue into Heather's face, “I'm already pretty much over it...”

Heather's breath hitched from the shock that Emily thought she was crying because Emily had been crying.

The world shifted and rumbled from the girl propping herself up against the pillows at the head of her bed. Emily's powerful arms pulled her in closer, forcibly cuddling her against the giantess's breasts, where Heather found herself staring at the still firm nipple poking through the cotton of the girl's t-shirt.

“Like, it's kind of embarrassing,” Emily said before letting out a harsh laugh, “Ok, it's pretty embarrassing but I guess it's probably worse for her, right? Or I don't know, maybe she should feel good. She was able to go home with a hot college girl when she's in her thirties! I hope I'm that hot when I'm her age...”

She sighed and gently bounced Heather against her chest, as if the shrunken woman was a sobbing toddler, “Or as hot as you are...”

The girl's finger invaded Heather's world, playing with her hair and then tickling her cheek. Heather looked up and could almost see the question form in Emily's face. As the girl stared down at her with dark eyes, she knew that Emily was suddenly wondering just how old she was, something that the girl had obviously never considered before.

Fear coursed through Heather at the very idea of the question.

She had never been the type of woman to be self-conscious about her age. She had always remembered feeling so embarrassed when she was a child and older women had had tiny fits when someone mentioned their real age or when her own mother would jokingly say that she was turning '39' for the umpteenth time. It felt silly to pretend to be anything but her own age and even when her fortieth birthday came last year, she had gone into her birthday party with her head held high and completely unafraid to acknowledge a fact as simple as how old she was.

But as she felt the power behind the hands of the twenty-one year old girl who owned her, she suddenly felt like she was ancient and decrepit. Emily's fingers kneaded against her back, working out small kinks and aches in them, forcing Heather to wonder if the girl was doing it for a pointed reason about their age difference.

The very thought made her entire body turn pink with humiliation.

Emily's giggles shook her shrunken frame and then her plump black lips came down and pressed against Heather's forehead. The old lipstick smeared against her skin before the force of the kiss made her squirm.

“Oh Hot Mom,” The giantess sighed, “You really do make everything better don't you...”

The words made Heather quiver while her body filled with the strange perverted joy she felt whenever she pleased Emily. Her body still stayed flush from the embarrassment but she couldn't help herself as she wanted to chase that feeling. She cuddled closer to the immense girl and her fingers dug into the vast t-shirt Emily wore while she breathed in the giantess's scent.

The living landscape beneath her shuddered as Emily laughed, “Oh, Hot Mom, I'm quite satisfied after last night.”

Huge fingers tousled her hair and she immediately stilled.

“It is so cute when you're horny for me though,” the girl's lips were twisted into a smirk as she spoke, “It's a real confidence boost honestly. Just knowing this hot little thing is sitting in my bedroom, drooling over thoughts of me while I'm just sitting in some seminar trying to sound smart or whatever...”

Heather shut her eyes tight to hold back the new tears that threatened to spill out of her while Emily's voice rumbled all around her.

“To everybody else I'm just like, the spooky queer girl in their class but to you I'm this hot amazing giantess,” her powerful lips pressed into Heather's forehead once more, “It really makes me feel good to know there's people out there that see me like that.”

The tiny woman perked up slightly, unable to wrap her head around the fact that Emily, at least on some level, thought of shrinkees as people. It made the already perverse joy in her stomach twist even harder, sending out a wave of nausea through her little body. That Emily could still think of her as a person and keep her like this made the blood in her veins run cold.

Emily kept playing with her hair, twirling it around her pinky finger while she continued to muse aloud, “Though I guess for some people it is more obvious than others what a hot powerful giantess I am. Sometimes, when I spot someone really tiny, I don't do anything to them other than walk right on by. Just the idea that their whole world is probably shaking from my dainty little feet makes me feel like I can take on anything.” She sighed and let her pinky slip from Heather's hair so that it fell back against the tiny woman's head, “Though other times I snuff them out for basically the same reason but you already knew that, huh?”

Heather nodded along, her eyes wide as she thought about the tiny splotches she had had to scrub off the bottom of Emily's shoes. They had been small enough that Heather had tried to convince herself that it must have been an accident but now she knew the truth and it made her feel desperately sick.

She thought back to the stain on Zoe's sneaker. At the time, she had never thought it could have been an accident, that any person could just snuff out a life and be unaware. But now having lived with two enormous people who never seemed to watch their step even when they knew a shrinkee was underfoot, Heather could easily believe it had been an accident. And yet, she fought another wave of nausea as she had to consider that it was Zoe simply crushing another person for no other reason than to feel more confident.

The idea of literally stepping on another person to get ahead made her want to vomit.

High above Emily smacked her lips, “Ugh, my mouth still tastes like rum...” Her fingers tickled against Heather's sides, making the shrunken woman squirm unconsciously, “You could probably get drunk just off a whiff of my breath, Hot Mom.”

With the powerful fingers of her owner pressing against her, Heather forced a laugh past her lips and nodded, “Pr-probably...”

The girl giggled as she scooped Heather up and deposited her onto the floor, “You're such a lightweight.”

Heather again forced herself to laugh along to the girl's jokes even as the knot in her stomach grew so bad that she started to bend over.

The floorboards shook as Emily's bare feet slammed down in front of her and the girl's toes wiggled against the edge of her fluffy rug. The giant girl didn't even notice the pain Heather was in as she stepped over her, “I was going to make pancakes if she had stuck around but if it's just me then I think it's just an oatmeal morning...”

The floor shook as the girl walked around, meanwhile Heather dropped down onto her knees. Her chest tightened and her breathing quickened and Heather began to fear that she was having a panic attack but then she felt the creeping heat moving through her body.

“Oh no, no...” Her words came out in a strangled gasp.

“Blergh, I think I'm just going to toss on some sweats,” Emily announced and the tiny woman could hear a pair of sweatpants unfurl as the giantess took them out of her dresser. She was dimly aware of Emily's bare feet pounding out of the room while she continued to speak, her voice distorted by the changes happening in Heather's shrinking body.

Flashes of darkness spread across her vision while pain erupted across her body. Her joints burned, her skin compressed, and when she tried to scream all that came out was a wheeze. This time though, she didn't pass out and so she could feel the skimpy maid's costume flare out around her and then drift back down onto her newly shrunken body, practically engulfing it.

She sat there on her shaking hands and knees, gasping desperately for air as the nausea dissipated and the whole world seemed to grow a little colder.

“-ou'll be nice to each other or else your master will be very unhappy,” Emily's voice was louder and more powerful in Heather's ears.

“Yes, Emily!” Siggy chirped and Heather started to shake as she realized how much more normal the girl sounded.

“Oh my God, Hot Mom!” The whole world shook as Emily rushed into the room.

The force of her feet landing on either side fully knocked Heather over and the maid's costume slipped off of her tiny body to land around her waist, like it was a discarded blanket rather than a piece of clothing.

Heather's eyes widened as they traveled up the baggy sweatpants Emily wore, past the enormous t-shirt that engulfed her torso, and finally reached her far away face that had been freshly scrubbed free of make-up. The giantess's lips twisted about, as if she herself wasn't sure whether to frown or smile.

“Are you ok?” She asked as she bent down and set Siggy onto the floor.

Heather slowly nodded as she sat up and took in her fellow shrinkee. Siggy looked more normal sized to Heather now and from the grin on the girl's face, she knew that Siggy had recognized how much she had shrunk much faster than Emily did. Rising to her feet on shaking legs, Heather couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she realized she still had a solid inch of height on her fellow captive.

She looked up at her purple haired owner and nodded, “Yes, Emily, I'm alright just a little shaken...”

Huge fingers engulfed her head and she stumbled about from Emily's gentle petting. As the fingers rose back into the sky, the giantess's voice boomed, “Well that's good. I guess you and Siggy will have an easier time getting along now that you're basically the same size, huh?”

“Of course, Emily!” Siggy immediately replied before dropping to her knees and kissing Emily's bare toes.

Heather found herself stumbling forward to mirror Siggy's gesture, her lips pressing against the warm salty flesh of Emily's toes. She glanced over at the shrunken girl, who was grinning widely at Heather, clearly delighted at her new size.

“Good,” the giantess cooed as she stroked both of their backs and then picked each of them up in a separate hand. Her dark eyes lingered on Heather, raking over her tiny body while her lips spread into a grin, “Well, I'm glad I didn't buy the leash for Halloween yesterday, it wouldn't fit you anymore...”

Heather's eyes widened and her little body shook as she suddenly wondered what costume the giantess had come up with. Before she could ask though, the girl was already stalking off through the house, her words a constant thunder overhead.