I never thought being between a girl's breasts would be something I would not enjoy. Here I was in an attractive girl's bosom, and all I could think of was how terrible it was. Her breasts jiggled as she walked and smashed me from left to right continuously. Then the sweat that ran down her body as she ran, it just seemed to roll right down the huge tan hills she called breasts, and crash across my body. I was drenched in her salty warm sweat as she finally opened the door to an air conditioned house.

It took me a little bit of squirming that brought out a few giggles from my giantess captor, before I could see over the edge of her tank top. We were in a fairly nice looking house, and as she walked down a hallway I spotted large frames filled with small singular pictures of smiling young women, arranged around an emblem with Greek letters on it. I sighed as I realized that I was in a sorority house. The irony, I thought, as I had achieved one of the goals of many men on campus of entering a sorority house and being intimately close with one of the sisters, except that the intimacy was not what everyone fantasized about.

Jennifer was walking with purpose down a hallway before coming to a door at the end and knocking twice. There was no answer, so she knocked harder, and after a minute I could hear another giant rousing on the other side of the door and then slowly hear the thuds of her bare feet on the wood floors. The door burst open and standing there in panties and a light tank top was an enormous girl.

She was easily a few inches taller than Jennifer, who was by no means a short girl, with pale skin and curly red hair. Her green eyes were blurry from sleep, and her pretty pink lips parted as she said groggily, “Jen, you do realize it's not even eight, yet?”

“It's not my fault you don't ever want to wake up before noon,” Jennifer responded, “It's important though.”

“Last semester privilege,” The red-headed giantess responded to Jennifer's statement about sleeping in before continuing, “And what could be important enough to wake me up before eleven?”

I couldn't believe these girls were actually talking about their schedules before talking about the fact that Jennifer had shrunk me. As this thought crossed my mind, Jen's enormous fingers came in and fished me out of her cleavage. “I shrunk my first slave!” Jennifer said, excitement erupting from her voice as she held me in front of the other girl's enormous face.

“Oh my god!” The redhead squealed, she carefully inspected me, one of her long fingers running up my body in a way that I found mildly uncomfortable, “He's pretty cute.” She then suddenly rushed inward wrapping my captor in a hug, “I'm so proud of you, Jen!” Jennifer's arms collapsed around the other giantess and I was squeezed into the girl's back.

The giant girls broke apart and Jen just let her hand fall back down at her side, casually holding me level with her enormous running shorts. “So I was thinking we could spend the day training him,” Jennifer explained, “Cause he's been a little feisty.”

Feisty, I thought, this girl had shrunk me, captured me, and all I had asked was why, and I was being feisty?

“Aw, I'm sorry, Jen, it'll have to wait till tonight. I have my senior seminar today and it only meets once a week, I can't miss it.” The other giantess explained.

“Can we at least brand him?” Jennifer asked, hope evident in her voice. I began to instinctively squirm with fear as Jennifer mentioned the word branding.

“Of course,” the other giantess said, “I think Stacey's got a brand and a lighter, and she'll definitely want to see your little catch.”

“Awesome,” Jennifer said as I continued to flail in her hand, “Do you want me to wait for you, Megan?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, “Let me just put on some pants.”

As I continued to squirm, Jennifer lifted me toward her face before squeezing me tight, “Stop squirming, you little piece of shit. You should feel honored that you're going to get to serve me for the rest of your miserable life.” I once more found myself sputtering for air as her dark blue eyes locked on to me. I didn't like where this was going, and I was only now realizing that when she showed me to the other girl, she had called me her first slave.

The door opened up again and Megan appeared wearing a tight pair of jeans and the same light tank top. I also noticed that in her hand she was holding a small, college-issue waste basket, and she said, “Might as well dump his clothes in here.”

“What?” I found myself screeching, which was immediately followed by Jennifer squeezing me roughly.

“Slaves don't get to wear clothes,” Jennifer said to me casually as she slowly uncurled her hand and peeled my sweat-soaked clothes from my body. I squirmed and fought as she tried to peel them off slowly, but when I started to fight back she just sighed and literally tore them off of me. With just her thumb and forefinger she shredded my running clothes off my body and tossed them into Megan's trashcan.

As I laid there trying to curl away from her enormous, almost all-seeing eyes, a set of long pale fingers came down and forcibly straightened me out so I lay on Jennifer's palm completely exposed. “Aw, he's a cute little guy,” Megan's titanic voice said as I looked up to see her enormous face looming over me along with Jennifer's.

Jen's hand quickly snapped shut around me, as she mused, “I guess. He was sort of cute when he was bigger, and he does seem to be a little bit cuter now.” She then let her hand fall to her side as she began to walk with Megan falling in on her side.

It was strange to view the world at thigh height, passing by at a near-nauseating speed, everything super-imposed into my vision, and the noises over-exaggerated. Their idle chit-chat as they walked to the room of whoever this Stacey was echoed around me, mixing in with the thunderous booms of their footfalls.

“So I was thinking of wearing my little pink dress to the formal this semester,” Megan said as they stepped down the hallway.

“Pink, really? What's your date going to wear?” Jennifer asked as they rounded the corner.

“Oh, I was probably just going to go alone,” Megan replied, something in her tone made her seem surprised that Jennifer had even asked.

“Alone? Again?” Jennifer replied as she mounted the first step on the staircase.

“What's wrong with going alone?” Megan asked with a hint of incredulity, “It's not like any of the guys I've met in the frats are worth bringing, and bringing an independent to my last Gamma Phi formal? That would just be tacky.”

As they reached the top of the stairs, Jennifer just said, “I don't know, I think it's weird to not bring a date to your last formal, that's all.”

“We can't all be as popular as you, Jen,” Megan responded with a clear edge to the statement.

“Whatever,” my captor said. I craned my head enough to watch Jennifer stick her enormous tongue out in Megan's direction, while the other giantess just made a strange face in response.

Suddenly I was being lifted into the air, as Jennifer used the hand she was holding me into to rap against the door. My whole body shuddered as the vibrations traveled down her bones and into her enormous palm. Jennifer knocked a few times before the door finally opened.

As she lowered her hand I caught sight of a girl about Jennifer's height, with shoulder-length brown hair and a cute oval-shaped face. The girl seemed surprised by the arrival of the two other sorority sisters, and then she spoke, “Hey, what do you guys want?”

“Is Stacey here?” Megan asked, in the same manner she would as if she wanted to borrow a book rather than a branding device.

I squirmed in Jennifer's grip so I could stare up toward the enormous giantesses, though their faces were often clouded by their gigantic forms. Their faces always seemed obscured by huge hips or mountainous breasts. I heard the thunderous foot falls of another giantesses though, and soon the doorway had another somewhat smaller figure enter its frame. “I just got back from my run,” The newcomer, Stacey, announced, “What's up?”

Jennifer extended her hand to Stacey as she said, “I think this little fellow needs a good branding.”

I was suddenly dropped into the palm of Stacey. I could only stare in terror at Jennifer's now open tan palm, and then toward the enormous cherub-like face of Stacey. The girl's enormous mouth parted as she stared down at me, revealing countless amounts of gigantic shining white teeth, before she said, “Yes, he does.”

I shuddered as the enormous Stacey waved her fellow sorority sisters into her room, before dropping me without a care in the world on a huge desk. The desk spread out around me in all directions as Stacey opened and closed drawers before pulling out a small metal device, setting it on the table, and then handing a tape dispenser to Jennifer. “Only fair that you get to do the honors,” Stacey explained.

I cowered as all four girls stood in front of the enormous table. Stacey and Jennifer were standing directly before me in tight running clothes. Stacey was clearly shorter than Jennifer, though I shuddered as I looked into her huge face, there was a gleam in her ice cold eyes as she watched Jennifer's enormous hands quickly pin me down to the table, and tear off chunks of tape that quickly secured me to the ground. To Jennifer's left I could see Megan, pride beaming off of her gorgeous face as she watched Jennifer carefully ensure that each of my limbs was carefully secured to the desk. I struggled as hard as I could, refusing to believe that Scotch Tape would really be able to hold me down onto the fake-wood surface of the desk, but no amount of twisting could do anything. Finally I spotted the face of the last unnamed girl, who just seemed to watch with a mood of indifference, clearly unmoved by my plight at the hands of her sorority sisters.

My eyes followed the petite Stacey's relatively small hands as she held the metal sculpture up to her small lighter, the kind you could buy for a few dollars in any convenience store. After a few minutes the metal began to turn a slight reddish hue and she quickly passed it off to Jennifer's huge hand. The image of Jennifer's smiling face burned into my memory as she quickly slammed the metal object across my chest.

The burning sensation was unimaginable as I released a terrified, pained, screech at the top of my lungs. The scream however was buried underneath the artillery-like giggles of the four girls. They all released polite, little, giggles as I writhed in pain, fighting against my restraints as I coughed, sputtered, and continued to cringe under the hot metal. Finally, it was removed from me, and I was left panting, and sobbing as all of the girls just laughed.

Jennifer's fingers curled around me, and with just her casual strength she pulled me up from the desk, tape and all. “Perfect,” Jennifer said as she admired the fresh burns on my chest.

I saw the other girls peeking over her shoulder to appraise me, Stacey spoke first, “That's a really good brand, Jen. Great for a first time.”

Jennifer smiled back at her and then hugged the other blond giantess, “Thanks, Stacey, that means so much to me.”

“Well, I better go get ready for the day,” Megan said, “Might as well get an early start on my paper for class.” The redheaded girl then lay her hand on Jennifer's shoulder, “We'll train him when I get out of my seminar, alright?”

“Ok,” Jennifer said, “What should I do with him till then?”

“Just keep him someplace safe,” Stacey explained, “Somewhere he can't get out of.” The smaller giant then looked at her clock before explaining, “I need to shower off all this gross morning run sweat, so...”

Jennifer nodded, “So do I, I'll see you guys later.” Jennifer smiled at all of the girls before following Megan out the door.

As I writhed in pain in her enormous hand, I watched as the brunette that barely spoke casually walked over to the chair in front of her desk and sat down. From my lower vantage point I could see a young woman my size polishing up a pair of giantess-sized sneakers that the brunette silently slipped her feet into before crossing her legs and turning to her laptop. I shuddered as I realized she was acting like this was all part of a normal day.

Jennifer quickly made her way through a few hallways before entering into a room. She set me down on her desk, and I could see that the other side of the room was surprisingly vacant of a roommate. Jennifer sat down at her enormous desk, and just smiled down at me, “My roommate's studying abroad little guy, so don't worry you won't have to meet her till the fall.”

I wanted to scream, and shout at her, but I found it still too difficult to breath from the recent branding. Instead I just lay on the enormous field of fake wood, and took in air through quick shallow breaths. I heard Jennifer remove her shoes, and then her socks, and then I watched as she casually removed her tank-top, sports bra, and then stood flinging away her shorts and panties as if I weren't there.

Jennifer towered over me, completely naked, while I tried to comprehend how the past hour or so of my life had actually come to pass. While I tried to figure out where I went wrong, Jennifer's hand scooped me off the table, and she spoke though clearly more to herself than to me, “Now where can I keep you so that you won't be able to get away?”

After a few moments of her stomping about her room, I heard her say, “Duh!” Then she stomped back over toward her running shoes from earlier, and picked them up before setting them on her desk. Jennifer set me down next to the sneaker while she plucked the sock out from within the mouth of the shoe. She then unfurled the sock with a flick of her wrist, scooped me up, and dropped me within it.

I let out a small scream as I wriggled within the dank and sweaty prison. Everywhere around me was the pungent odor of foot funk, and on top of that the sock possessed that clingy coldness of drying sweat sending chills through my body. I could see through the white material of the sock as Jennifer carefully swung it like a pendulum before her eyes, “That should keep you occupied for a bit, little guy.”

Then I felt her lower my prison back toward her desk, and through the fabric I could see the fast approaching mouth of her shoe, as she said, “But just in case it doesn't.” Jennifer then compressed her sock containing me deep into the inside of her shoe, leaving me in the damp sweat-filled prison of her running shoe.