“And will you be a good girl for Lex while I'm gone?” Emily's finger tickled against Heather's stomach, making her squirm while the giantess cooed, “Hm?”

Her whole body was a faint pink from the humiliating way the giant girl spoke to her but Heather managed to call back, “Yes, Emily.”

“Aww,” Emily's fingers wrapped around her body and Heather let herself sink into the gentle warmth as she was lifted off of the table. The girl's warm ruby red lips pressed against her chest and she let out a faint gasp when Emily's tongue brushed against her nipples. She was pulled away, gasping and shivering, while the giantess purred, “I really don't want to leave you here, Hot Mom.”

“You can just take her with you,” Lex muttered from where they sat at the kitchen table, eating a sandwich and scrolling through their phone.

“No I can't, not for Thanksgiving,” Emily said with a faint pout as her finger played with Heather's hair, “All my cousins are younger than me and I'd be horrified if they laid a single finger on my little Hot Mom.”

For a moment, Heather found herself pleasantly leaning into Emily's touch but then she stiffened. This was the first time that she had heard the immense girl mention cousins, and while she wasn't sure how much younger was younger, she found herself trembling at the sudden reminder of how easily she could be harmed by a child. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she stared up at Emily, who simply blew her a kiss for reassurance.

“Are you sure you don't want to come?” Emily asked Lex as she lowered Heather back down to the table.

While the fingers released her, the hand didn't lift away, instead it remained circled around her and Emily's fingertips grazed against her curves, making her stumble and blush even more.

“To your family's Thanksgiving? No, I'm good,” Lex replied as they popped the last bite of their sandwich past their lips. As they dusted their hands off, they added, “Frankly, Thanksgiving in November is just too weird to me.”

Emily rolled her eyes, “It's not like you flew home for your Thanksgiving.”

“I had to study for midterms and flying home is expensive,” They waved their hand dismissively.

“I just hate to think of you here, all alone...” Emily's forefinger settled on Heather's head and the shrunken woman found her knees shaking from the sudden weight.

“I won't be alone, I'll have Siggy and now Hot Mom,” Lex's long fingers suddenly wrapped around her frame and she yelped as they pulled her back, “We're going to have a nice relaxing weekend together.”

Heather squirmed slightly and that only brought a smirk to Lex's lips as they dropped her in a heap beside their bag of chips. Their fingertips gently pushed against her backside, making her stumble into the open bag. She turned her head to stare up at the giant, who simply mouthed the word 'eat' down at her.

Her stomach growled as she reached into the bag and took out a sizable bbq chip and bit into it, almost moaning as the flavor exploded across her tiny mouth.

“You know what I meant,” Emily sighed.

“I really don't mind being alone this weekend, Ems,” Lex's fingers pushed Heather aside as they dove into the bag and pulled two or three chips out for themself. High above they popped the chips into their mouth and their words were mingled with loud crunching, “It's not even a holiday to me, it's just the weekend in November where I have campus basically to myself.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Emily's phone ringing, but with a single glance at the screen she dismissed the call.

“Who was it?” Lex asked as another chip soared into their open maw.

“It was just Daddy,” Emily's fingers flashed against her phone's screen, “He probably wants to know if I'm on the road yet. He said yesterday there's a storm that might head our way.”

“Oh man, I forget how much of a 'gotta get to the airport six hours early' Dad your Dad is,” Lex chuckled.

Heather's chewing slowed as the memory of her family's last vacation suddenly rushed to the front of her mind. She had always been the one to make sure they were on schedule, and she could easily hear Zoe huffing from the backseat of the car as they drove to the airport, muttering something about how there was no need for them to get to the airport so early.

“He just wants to make sure I'm safe,” Emily said as her fingers continued to tap against her phone, clearly exchanging texts with her father, “He also is reminding me to tell you that you're more than welcome to come.”

Lex rolled their eyes, “If I went who would take care of our shrinkees?”

“Aww,” the girl's fingers suddenly covered Heather's world in shadow, “I really do hate to leave you here, Hot Mom.”

The vigorous petting pulled Heather back to the present, banishing her daughter's voice from her head. She leaned into Emily's fingers and chased the feeling of being completely absorbed in the moment. Nuzzling up against the girl's fingertips, she gently pressed her lips against them and ran her own hands up and down the giantess's powerful digits.

“It's just a few days, cutie, ok?”

“Ok, Emily,” Heather called up between her kisses, “I'll be good for Lex.”

“Mhm, I know you will, you're my good girl,” Emily's cooing filled Heather with joy as she pressed herself up against Emily's fingertip, her hands moving of their own accord as she struggled to pull it down her body.

The soft chuckle that echoed across the world made Heather's whole body burn bright red as the finger withdrew. “And you'll be nice to her, right, Lex? You'll tell her she's a good girl and give her plenty of snuggles?”

“Ems, I've owned a shrinkee for years, I know how to take care of them.”

“I know but Hot Mom isn't like Siggy,” Emily cooed and her finger came back down to tickle beneath Heather's chin before it drifted down to her chest. Heather's whole body shuddered as Emily's fingernail gently pressed against her nipples. The finger pulled away again and Heather couldn't stop herself from reaching for it, which only made Emily giggle again, “She's a little sensitive sweetie.”

“I promise to drown her in affection,” Lex said dryly as their fingers wrapped around Heather's body and lifted her up.

She couldn't help but squirm and reach for Emily, who watched her with big sad brown eyes as Lex simply dropped her down into their breast pocket. The flannel pocket was wide but not particularly deep, leaving her to awkwardly stumble for a moment before she slid down into into it. She felt like she was in a too small tub as her arms awkwardly flopped over the side and her legs threatened to spill out as she slumped down. Still, it was hard not to notice how warm it was and the woody scent that Lex regularly wore was just masculine enough that Heather found her body tingling when it tickled her nostrils.

“Alright, you have a good weekend, Lex,” Emily's footfalls thundered as she stepped closer and bent down to give her roommate a quick hug.

Heather yelped as her owner's sweater-clad chest pressed down, smushing her between the giant pair's breasts. She knew neither of them were particularly robust but at her size their tits were hefty enough to smother her.

Her lungs were burning and her head was spinning when the pair finally pulled apart. She barely even noticed when Emily gave her one last affectionate head pat before walking out, her powerful booted footfalls echoing through the house.

Heather couldn't stop herself from straining to listen to the world outside as Emily walked to her car, started it up, and drove away. It was hard to hear over the sound of Lex's crunchy potato chips but she knew when the girl was actually gone and she felt the faintest twinge of sadness in her chest.

She sat in her awkward hammock, watching Lex eat for several more minutes before the giant lowered their fingers to her and their voice rattled through her body, “Lick these clean.”

She stared at the bbq chip dust for a moment, unable to think about anything besides when Izzy demanded she lick the giantess's sneakers. Her tongue suddenly felt dry and she could almost taste the shoe leather before she leaned forward and gave the finger a tentative swipe.

Again, the intense flavor exploded across her tongue and she involuntarily let out a faint moan before licking away at Lex's finger. The giant's amused laugh rumbled through her world and she could feel their eyes on her as she licked, her hands gently gripping each finger as it was presented to her, almost like she was a baby steadying a bottle.

When the pinkie finger was pulled away, Heather's world suddenly lurched about as Lex rose to their feet. She let out a panicked yelp that only brought another amused rumble from the giant and while she managed to steady herself against the flannel, Heather's eyes went wide as she stared out at the vast world.

It was so strange to see the house at the level of a normal, if somewhat short, person.

The cramped pocket swayed with each of Lex's steps but every time the giant paused, she could turn her head and try to take in things she had never noticed; art on the walls, random objects left on the counter, the brand names of the food the giants ate. It was all so perfectly mundane and somehow that made it all the more thrilling.

As Lex opened the mostly bare fridge, Heather couldn't help but peer into it, taking special attention to note the condiments that she had occasionally licked off of Emily and Lex's fingers or tasted when she was given a bite of their food. The giant hummed to themself, “Definitely going to need to get food today but maybe I should also pick up a growler...”

The world pitched back and Heather was battered once more into Lex's chest, which earned only the barest grunt from the giant. She peered down their long frame as they walked through the house, their flannel shirt hung loosely over gray sweatpants that tapered at the ankles and their socked feet were encased in warm looking Ugg slippers. The whole outfit radiated a cozy day off and just seeing it made Heather snuggle into the giant's pocket.

She was jostled hard a moment later as Lex pounded up the stairs and then strolled into their bedroom. Their fingers snatched her up and Heather shouted in fright as she was suddenly tumbling through the air only to crash down on a vast bedspread that reeked of Lex. The world was still spinning when she steadied herself, her little hands and knees barely sinking into the vast comforter while each of Lex's footfalls made her shake.

“I'm going out, Siggy,” the giant announced as they kicked off their slippers.

Heather looked around but the shrunken girl wasn't on the vast plateau of Lex's bed. Her voice called out from somewhere on the floor, “But Master, I haven't finished cleaning your boots-”

“I'm just running to the store,” Lex replied as they bent down and snatched a pair of Birkenstocks from within their closet, “These will be fine.”

“But I haven't cleaned those for you since the summer,” there was a strange hint of fear in Siggy's whining voice.

“Then you and Hot Mom will just have to clean them extra good when I get back,” Lex's words were punctuated with the slap of their sandals hitting the floor. They slipped their feet into the shoes and added, “Now if I hear another peep out of you about these shoes, tomorrow will just be another Thursday, understood?”

“Yes, Master!” Siggy cried out and Heather could hear her scrambling across the floor to kiss Lex's toes, “I'm sorry, Master!”

Lex's long leg flexed and Heather could hear Siggy fall backwards with a faint grunt as the giant turned to walk away. They paused for a moment, patting the pockets of their sweatpants and then the pocket of their flannel as they muttered, “Where did I put...”

Then their blue eyes fell on Heather, making her shiver.

“There you are,” they thundered, their hand quickly snatching her up and depositing her onto the floor in a stomach flipping moment, “Clean up whatever Siggy says needs cleaning.”

“Y-yes, Lex.”

Siggy cleared her throat behind Heather and she could feel the girl's eyes drilling into her back.

“I mean, yes, Master,” as she spoke the words, Heather found herself bowing forward slightly.

Lex didn't respond, the floor already shaking as they walked off, clearly debating what to grab from the grocery store on the day before Thanksgiving. Their voice echoed through the house until the front door opened and shut, then a moment later their car started up and finally silence reigned.

She slowly turned around to see that Siggy had already returned to work, cleaning scuffs from the giant's towering combat boots and polishing the gleaming metal eyelets till they shined. Heather simply stepped forward, grabbed another strip of rag and set to work beside them.

Since the Halloween party, Siggy tolerated her more but there was still a strange tension in the air between them. Polishing the wall of black leather, Heather looked up to see the girl absorbed in her work like she always was.

“Siggy, what did Le-” On the other side of the boot's toe the girl flinched but didn't lift her head up enough to glare at her, “What did Master mean when they said if you kept talking about their shoes tomorrow would just be another day?”

“Tomorrow's Thanksgiving,” Siggy said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I know, that's why Emily went home for the weekend,” She couldn't keep her own frustration from creeping into her voice, she knew that Siggy had understood her question.

“Master always does special things on holidays,” she shrugged as she pushed and pulled her rag a little more slowly. “But Master is from Canada and their Thanksgiving is in October so doing something for me on American Thanksgiving isn't always...” She sighed and let out a faint sniffle, “It's not always guaranteed.”

“Oh,” Heather blinked, her head swirling as she took in the girl's words.

“So follow their orders to the letter and stop calling them by their name, Master hates that,” Siggy's words practically turned into a snarl as she looked up to stare daggers at Heather, “I don't want you messing up my Thanksgiving.”

“I won't, I promise,” Heather said, her voice shaking at Siggy's sudden anger.

“Then go start on Master's Air Force 1s, they wore them yesterday,” she pointed at where the huge sneakers sat, tipped over on their sides, “Start with the soles, they take the longest.”

“Sure, Siggy,” she nodded and dragged her rag back where she found it before slinking over to the massive white sneakers.

There were no scuffs from what she could see, the shoe leather was so bright that it almost hurt to look at. Yet, as she rounded the heel and looked at the two vast soles, she could see pockets of dirt and pebbles that had collected in the tread. She took up a clean strip of cloth and began to wipe away at the vast undersides, easily losing herself in a task that she had performed for both Emily and Lex countless times already.

Heather was halfway through clearing the rust colored flecks from the concentric circles near the front of the sneaker before she realized what she was actually cleaning up. “Oh God,” she muttered as she took in the size of the stain, which was larger than the ones she usually wiped away from Emily's soles. Her stomach convulsed as she took in the way the blood had clearly seeped through the tread and she took several steps back until she battered up against the shoe's partner.

She leapt back from the sole and turned around, expecting to see more people mashed into the other tread but she only found dirt and pebbles.

Swallowing down bile, she turned to look back at the stain.

There was thankfully no discernible outline of a person but that did little to make Heather feel better as she forced herself to wipe away at it with a trembling hand. She stared up and down the length of the immense shoe and found it easy to imagine the huge shadow it would cast. She already knew the force that one of Lex's feet could generate and she had had to dodge them enough that she knew how badly it would hurt.

But this hadn't been a quick stomp or a misplaced step, Lex must have deliberately crushed this person.

She wondered if it had been someone Lex had known or was angry with. She wanted to believe that, that there was some kind of emotion behind it. It made her think of when Emily had swallowed the boy whole on Halloween, when she had told him that he shouldn't have talked over the girls in his class. But that only made her skin crawl as she thought about it, because that wasn't a real reason to kill someone. It had been a cruel justification, said more to make the shrunken boy feel worse than explain why he was going to be swallowed in a shot.

The likelihood that it had just been a random shrinkee made her shudder.

Lex could have just seen them, trapped them beneath their tread and then slowly crushed them for no other reason than they needed to let out their own frustrations. If it even rose to that level, it could have just as easily been a minor passing amusement.

And now she had to wipe the remains of that horrible moment away.

The door to the house opened far below and Heather was forced to listen to Lex happily whistling to themself as they put away whatever food and beer they had bought. The blood stain had been completely removed and Heather was already working her way down the other sole when the giant strolled upstairs.

Their whistling made her ears ring while the floor shook beneath their powerful feet.

A sandal soared over her head and crashed down on the other side of the sneaker before its partner clattered down onto the floor just beyond the toe of the shoe she was cleaning. Lex's shadow passed overhead and their rich laugh rumbled across the world.

“Siggy, get out of there,” they said playfully, “If you keep falling asleep in my slippers, one of these days I might step on you.”

“I'm sorry, Master, they're just so soft and warm,” the girl shouted back.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lex boomed, still clearly in a happy mood as they put their slippers back on and started to walk off, “When you two finish up with these, come on downstairs to show my feet some proper attention.”

“Of course, Master!” Siggy cried.

But the giant said nothing, they just kept whistling happily to themself as they descended the stairs.