“I'm fine.”

Emily's voice boomed louder than usual as she stood in the bathroom, thanks to her words bouncing off the tile. She stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying dye to half of her hair, while Heather stood on the threshold. The girl was dressed in an old t-shirt, baggy sweats, and a pair of thick white socks that the tiny woman couldn't help but envy as the cool air of the house nipped at her bare skin.

“I didn't say anything,” Lex thundered back.

They stood in the doorway to their room, dressed in the jeans and sweater they had worn to class that day but at some point they had switched out their boots for their slippers. Siggy lingered near their ankles, but every time she attempted to cuddle against the giant, Lex's foot would push her away.

“But you're standing there, staring at me, obviously thinking I've gone insane.”

“You dye your hair all the time.”

“Exactly and I've been wanting to do this block color thing for a while.”

“You just chose to do it on the night before one of your finals for no reason,” Lex glanced down at both of the shrunken women on the floor as they smirked, “It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Izzy went home for winter break.”

“Why would that have anything to do with it?!”

Emily's strangled words made Heather wince.

“Ems,” Lex sighed and the floor shook as they walked closer, their shadow falling over Heather's world. The patter of Siggy's bare feet against the floor barely registered beneath her master's voice, “Kelsey told me that Izzy isn't looking for something serious, you don't need to pretend that everything's fine.”

“It is fine,” Emily insisted as she aggressively applied the dye, “What do I care that she didn't want me to meet her brother? He probably sucks anyway.”

Siggy again tried to huddle close to Lex's leg and their foot kicked them away, knocking her over before it settled back onto the floor with a faint rumble. They leaned against the door jamb and crossed their arms in front of their chest, “Is doing this the night before your final really what you wanted to be doing?”

“What? Do you think I should be studying?” Emily snorted, “For some intro course I've been putting off taking for years?”

Heather's eyes bounced between the two giants as they talked, their words loud enough to make her ears ring.

When Siggy wrapped her arms around Lex's leg once more, the giant stomped their foot. “What, Siggy?!” They thundered, their words making both shrunken women cower.

“I-I finished cleaning your boots, Master,” her voice wavered, “And you told me you wanted a foot massage afterward...”

Lex chuckled and after a moment so did Emily.

Their laughter grew as the gigantic pair stared down at Siggy, who looked up at Lex with big pleading eyes, her hands gently resting on the giant's slipper. Heather watched the heat rise in Siggy's cheeks as the giants laughed, and the longer it boomed, the more Heather could feel her own body squirming in discomfort.

Sighs finally brought the laughter to an end and Lex's powerful hands wrapped around Siggy. They lifted her up into the sky and suddenly the girl was being hugged close against Lex's chest. Their huge lips pressed against Siggy's body and Heather's eyes widened as she realized she had never seen Lex be so affectionate. “Aren't you just the cutest little thing?” Lex said between kisses, “What do I even need a girlfriend for when I have such a devoted little slave? Hmm?”

Heather was so entranced by the sight that she didn't notice Emily's foot looming behind her until it was too late. The giant's thick cotton sock pressed against her back, knocking her down to her knees as it settled atop her. She grunted in pain while Emily's toes wiggled against the back of her head, the giantess's delight clear in her voice, “Hot Mom is easily the most devoted woman in my life.”

The weight continued to bear down on her, and though Heather let out a soft whine of pain, she was pushed to her hands and then finally flat against the floor. She panted as the toes settled across her neck and shoulders, wiggling playfully while the rest of Emily's foot molded against her body.

“And I am bringing her home with me for the holidays,” the giantess giggled, “So she is going to meet my family.”

Heather's eyes widened at the giantess's words. Emily had mentioned bringing her home for Christmas several times but she hadn't truly grasped the fact that that meant she would meet the girl's parents. That she would, inevitably, find herself sitting naked at the feet of people who were at least her age if not older.

“Are your parents cool with shrinkees? I can never remember.”

“They're Immune,” Emily's foot flexed as she shrugged.

“So's my Mom but she still calls Siggy my 'little friend' and the way she says it,” Lex let out a bark of laughter, “She tries to include her in stuff too and it just gets weird... But Siggy doesn't mind does she?”

Heather heard the shrunken girl giggle and then shout up, “No, Master. I like your Mom! She's very nice.”

“She spoils you,” Lex laughed, “I bet you're excited for all the Christmas cookies she's going to sneak you, huh?”

Heather tried to crane her head to see what the giant was doing to the shrunken girl but Emily's toes pressed down a little harder, forcing her cheek against the floor.

“Yes, Master!”

“Yeah, well, don't have too many,” Lex's voice turned hard, “You know I hate seeing you with a little tummy.”

“I know, Master!” Her voice trembled, “I like staying trim and sexy for you.”

Heather's eyes widened and despite the oppressive heat from Emily's socked foot, she shuddered.

“You better,” Lex practically growled.

Emily giggled and Heather watched the shadow of her hand reach toward Lex. “Aw, it's so crazy to imagine Siggy doing sit-ups or something...”

“She does them,” Lex boomed, “Normally when I do.”

“Aww, that's so cute,” Emily continued to giggle and coo while Heather trembled at the idea that Lex forced Siggy to work out and who knew what else just to keep her thin. The foot wriggled atop her, “Anyway, I just need to let it set for a while until it's time to rinse it out.”

“How long do you have to wait?”

The foot finally lifted off of Heather and she couldn't stop herself from gasping in a lungful of air, even as Emily's fingers wrapped around her and lifted her high into the sky. The world started to blur and she could hear the thumping of the giants' feet below. “Eh, enough time for an episode of something,” Emily's fingers played with Heather's hair and the shrunken woman found herself cuddling against the giantess despite the pain she had just inflicted with her heavy foot, “You pick.”

Heather found herself sprawled across Emily's lap a moment later, the girl's powerful fingers running across her body in smooth petting motions. She couldn't stop herself from nuzzling against the girl, her tiny fingers digging into the thick material of the giantess's sweatpants. She knew she was pressing herself against Emily's sex as she writhed beneath the girl's touch but that knowledge didn't even make her slow down.

“Just remember, you let me pick,” Lex's feet smacked down against the coffee table and Heather watched Siggy immediately rush to them, removing the immense slippers from them with a look of hunger on her face. The television came to life and Lex quickly navigated to whatever they wanted to watch, “So no complaining.”

“Why do you have to pick documentaries?” Emily whined almost instantly.

“You just said I could pick!”

“I thought you'd pick something good...”

“This is good,” Lex replied as the nature documentary started up.

Emily simply huffed and her fingers pressed slightly harder into Heather's back.

The shrunken woman let out a faint grunt, which drew the weight of Emily's gaze down on her. Her unpainted lips mouthed the word 'what' before her index finger curled beneath Heather's chin. The finger gently scratched her and Heather found herself shuddering like a grateful pet at the sudden touch. She pulled back slightly and then pressed her lips against the giantess's soft fingerpad.

She pushed in closer to the girl's crotch and her hands moved of their own accord.

The fabric of Emily's t-shirt was heavy enough that her muscles bulged when she pushed it up to reach for the waistband of the giantess's sweatpants. Her fingers sunk slightly into the girl's belly before she dug them inside to pull the waistband back so she could enter.

The living wall in front of her rumbled with laughter and her cheeks turned bright pink.

Powerful hands lifted her away from Emily's crotch and lowered her down to the chilly wooden floor. Heather whimpered when the hands retreated back into the sky and all she was left with was the view of Emily's foot dangling overhead.

“Why're you putting her down there?” Lex asked, their eyes still glued on the television.

“She's being a little too frisky,” Emily's toes scrunched on the last word.

Heather felt her body burn with humiliation at the giantess's words. It wasn't merely that the words made her feel so diminshed, as if the lust she had for the gigantic girl who literally controlled every aspect of her life was just some passing momentary thing and not a burning need that had welled within her every day since Emily had first trapped her inside the vast house. It was that as her eyes lingered on the girl's toes, outlined by the faintest bit of sweat on the bottom of her sock, she couldn't help but admit that she was exceptionally horny that night.

“When Siggy gets like that, I just step on her a little bit.”

Heather knew that the faint yelp that followed the giant's words was from them shoving their foot against the shrunken girl.

“Yeah but now Siggy loves your feet,” Emily laughed, “So how'd that really work out for you?”

“Siggy always loved my feet. Didn't you, Siggy?”

“Yes, Master, from the moment I first saw them!” The girl's voice was so strained with excitement that Heather couldn't even tell if she was lying to the enormous pair.

“Do you remember what shoes I was wearing the day I got you?” Lex's voice conveyed the haughty smirk they wore.

“Of course, Master. You were wearing your Vans, I remember because the soles were so thick and...” Siggy paused, “D-dirty.”

“A lot of my shoes were dirty before I got you.”

“I'm glad I could clean them for you, Master.”

“And that you can worship the feet inside them?”

The lust made Siggy's whole voice waver, “Y-yes, Master...”

Lex let out a low hum before the couch groaned from them turning back to Emily, “See, she was always a foot freak, I just gave her permission to be who she really was.”

“So, what? I've just let Hot Mom become the late-in-life-lesbian she was always meant to be?”

Heather couldn't stop the indignant noise that left her throat at the phrase 'late-in-life' as if she was some blue-haired retiree who started 'rooming' with her closest female friend after her husband passed away.

Lex laughed somewhere above and the conversation continued but Heather felt a sudden pang of sorrow and guilt at the thought of her husband.

How long had it been since she thought about Jason?

She dropped down to her knees when she realized that it had been weeks. After Thanksgiving, it had become easier to focus on only what was in front of her than to ever think about what she had lost. In a way, it was better to give in to her new humiliating existence as the slave to a twenty-one year old girl who made her cum every day at some point between polishing her boots and cleaning her enormous house.

But even thinking about what she had done, simply to survive, made it hurt all over again.

Her heart ached as she wondered what Jason was up to at that very moment. Was he at home, watching something stupid on Netflix, and trying not to think about what had become of her? Or was he out, at a bar, drowning his sorrows...

Heather's stomach churned at the thought of Jason at a bar, since it would inevitably be the bar owned by Julie Nicolby.

What kind of comfort was that tall Immune blonde offering to her husband this holiday season? Her lips pressed together and her brow furrowed as she imagined her gently squeezing Jason's arm, offering to give him a ride home because he was too tipsy and his wife wasn't around to pick him up anymore. The way she would reach over and her hand would linger on his shoulder before he got out of her car and how it would, inevitably, slither across his frame to pull him in for a kiss. A kiss that he would no doubt return with the same deep longing that Heather grabbed at Emily's body with.

A small voice in her head said that there was no difference between what he was doing and what she was doing. They were both lonely people, grieving the loss of their partners, doing whatever they needed to to get by.

But he wasn't the one who was shrunk and trapped in a house with two enormous co-eds.

He was the one who had never come looking for. Probably because he had been hoping it would happen since she had gotten the diagnosis. She fumed at the thought, her chest heaving in anger as she thought about the gulf that had been growing between the two of them ever since they had gotten tested. That was when he started coming home later, stopped saying where he would be or how long he'd be gone.

Her tiny hands balled into fists and tears welled in her eyes.

Julie's Immunity was well known, proving it had helped her expedite the transfer of the liquor license to her when she bought the bar. She suddenly wondered if that gigantic blonde bitch had consoled her husband when he found out that Heather could shrink one day. When he told her, had she begun to hope that it would happen? Did they both want it to? Even if they had never talked about it, that didn't mean that they had never thought about it.

It was a common enough fantasy these days.

Heather had even thought about annoying clients shrinking in front of her. She had always just imagined stepping over them or passing them off to someone at their company who was easier to work with but she knew plenty of people's fantasies went farther.

Had Julie thought about crushing her?

She couldn't stop herself from imagining it in that moment.

The way the blonde would stretch over her, her nearly six foot frame stretching impossibly high. The tall worn engineer boots that she wore to work giving way to her painted-on jeans and the hoodie with her bar's logo on it that she always wore in the colder months. Her hair would be pulled back to reveal her gorgeous face as it peered down at her, her perfect features twisting with disgust when they saw Heather tiny and bug-like at her feet.

Wind would howl as she whipped her foot up into the sky, darkening Heather's world. The hard sole would swallow her screams and she would throw her hands up defensively even though she knew it was futile.

The whole world shook from Emily's feet slamming down onto the floor.

“Ok, I'm going to go rinse this out,” she didn't even glance down at Heather as she walked off.

“You don't mind that I'm going to keep watching this without you, right?” Lex called back, their voice ringing in the shrunken woman's ears.

Emily's laugh echoed down the stairs, “Why would I care?”

The shower started up above while Lex muttered to themselves, “Cause it's good and the next episode is a monkey episode...”

Heather's heart raced as she lay on the floor, her whole body shuddering as she struggled to banish the horrifying thoughts from her head. She just couldn't stop herself from imagining Julie stomping her over and over again. Each time the blonde was dressed differently but she always wore the same disgusted look, like Heather was the interloper in her life and not the other way around. She curled into a ball as her stomach continued to churn and beads of sweat started to trickle down her back.

It was only then that Heather realized what was happening.

“No, no, please, not again,” her words turned into a painful whine as her chest tightened.

She could feel the pain erupt across her body before everything went black.

Heather awoke to an earthquake shaking through the world and though her mind screamed at her to run, her body was sluggish and slow. She lurched up from the floor but then flopped back onto it when her muscles gave out.

A wall of black rubber stood before her and as she slowly rose to her trembling legs, Heather realized that her chest was even with the top of the platformed sole of Emily's boot. Her head craned back and back, rushing over the buckled boots, up the thick black leggings to the warm overall dress the giantess had layered over a white turtleneck sweater. Emily's black painted lips were spread in a wide grin and the peach eyeshadow that glittered around her dark eyes was a perfect compliment to the bright pink half of the giantess's hair, the left side having remained the same pitch black it had been for months.

“Wakey wakey, Hot Mom,” Emily's voice was so deep and powerful that it was barely recognizable. Huge fingers filled the sky and though every instinct inside of Heather was screaming for her to run, she only managed to stumble before her world was engulfed by Emily's hand.

Warm flesh enveloped her and though she squirmed against it, Heather could feel the hard steel of Emily's muscles beneath.

“I'm a little bummed that you shrank again,” the sheer force of Emily's words rattled Heather's world as she hung before the girl's mouth, “But it does mean that I get to break out my Christmas gift from Izzy.”

She winced when Emily's stretched out the girl's name in her excitement, the rising pitch burning her little ears. Emily uncurled her index finger and Heather's arms flopped down across the rest of the girl's fist. Huge fingers invaded her world and the tiny woman flinched when she felt cold metal slip down over her wrists. “Wh-what?” She sputtered out the word, her throat rough and parched.

Her stomach did flip flops as Emily stepped over to her desk and dropped her onto it in a rough heap. “I love this so much, it's a little modular jewelry set,” Emily's voice boomed across the heavens while her fingers trailed over a box, “I can wear you on a bracelet or an anklet or a few different necklaces...”

Heather trembled as she watched Emily lift a black metal choker out of the box and then wrap it over the white fabric of her turtleneck. She tried to plead with the girl but all she could do was cough and sputter when Emily's enormous hand wrapped around her.

The metal cuffs on her wrists snapped to the metal with a magnetic charge and she suddenly was hanging limp across the hollow of Emily's throat. Heather tried to squirm but that only made the giantess giggle, the sound rattling the shrunken woman's bones.

Emily tossed on what looked like a black flight jacket before she started to move. Each one of her footsteps jarred Heather's body, making her shoulders burn while she flopped against the girl's collarbone.

The girl paused to appraise herself in her bathroom mirror and Heather just found herself staring at her own reflection. She looked so small hanging from the choker, like an action figure the girl had decided to wear as part of some kind of strange fashion trend.

Heather shuddered as she realized it was a strange fashion trend; the trend of wearing shrinkees.

“This outfit's probably a little extra for an intro course's final but whatever, I'm going to ace that thing anyway,” Emily's words rolled across the world and her laughter made Heather sway ever so slightly. In the mirror, Heather could see the girl's huge finger rise up just before it stroked down her entire frame.

Even with the fear coursing through her, Heather shuddered in pleasure at Emily's touch.

“Let's roll, Hot Mom.”