“Hello, God-”

Rebecca and George's greeting was cut short by Ashleigh's heel crashing down in front of them. From her place hanging out of Amanda's back pocket, Tiffany could see Rebecca's eyes widen as they ran up the giantess's tall frame then immediately snapped to Amanda silently begging for an explanation. George meanwhile sat on his knees with his jaw hanging open, his brain struggling to process the towering fashionably dressed woman.

The door crashed shut and the shrunken pair grew more distant as Amanda simply walked toward her kitchen, “I assume you don't want another beer, right?”

Tiffany watched the triangular toe of Ashleigh's heel plow into George and Rebecca knocking them over and sweeping them toward the couch. They rolled across the floor but their little grunts barely reached Tiffany's ears because they were completely overpowered by Ashleigh's booming voice, “Whatever you have is fine.”

Tiffany's world stretched as Amanda stood up on the tips of her toes to grab a liquor bottle off the top of her fridge. The shrunken woman yelped when everything came crashing back down and her body was forced to follow the contour of Amanda's backside. Amanda's voice thundered above, “I have bourbon...”

“That'd be great,” Ashleigh replied.

The shrunken girl's brow immediately furrowed: Ashleigh didn't drink whiskey.

She almost never touched brown spirits in general. When they first moved in together she almost exclusively drank vodka before switching to gin at some point in the last three years. She even avoided dark rums, always citing a bad experience in college for why even the expensive stuff made her gag.

Liquor trickled into glassware somewhere above Tiffany before she was again forced to stretch and shift with Amanda's strides. When it finally stopped, all Tiffany could see was the mountainous couch, its vast cushion sagging slightly in Ashleigh's direction.

“Aw,” Amanda cooed, “Good job, lovelies, welcoming my friend into my home like that.”

Ashleigh's giggle sent a shiver down Tiffany's spine, “I didn't even have to say anything.”

“No, you wouldn't,” Amanda said as Tiffany's view pivoted and started to pitch forward, “They're very good.”

Wind whistled in Tiffany's ears while the couch grew larger and darker before her eyes. She shrieked, “Goddess, please!”

But if Amanda heard her, she ignored her pleas.

Tiffany's face hit the cushion seconds before Amanda's immense weight crashed down onto her. Air shot from Tiffany's lungs and her whole body jolted from the shock of the petite blonde's body settling on top of her. Then the world seemed to sink deeper and deeper while the couch absorbed the sudden shock, taking the weight off of Tiffany's fragile little body.

She tried to breathe but her lungs couldn't inflate beneath the tremendous butt cheek and the air around her quickly turned hot and stale.

Then the world groaned and light flickered in from every direction, creating a disturbing strobe effect as Amanda wiggled her hips. The giantess's voice was muffled enough that Tiffany swore it sounded normal, “Sorry, I think I'm sitting on my remote or...”

Ashleigh laughed, the familiarity of it cutting through Tiffany like a knife, “No, I don't think it's the remote.”

“Then...” Amanda started to giggle and the light stopped flickering, “How long do you think she can last under there?”

The question sent a surge of panic through Tiffany's body and even with her lungs burning, she thrashed against the all encompassing ass.

Her protests only made another giggle rumble somewhere high above her, “Ooo, she must have heard that.”

Please, Ashleigh, Tiffany begged silently, don't let me die under a nerd's ass.

“She'll probably pass out before you hurt her too bad,” came her former friend's voice.

Tiffany's limbs stopped moving, the suggestion sapped her of any will to fight.

“Oh,” the sound that came out of Amanda was soft and sad with the barest hint of concern.

Light flooded in and a second later the giantess's pale dainty hand swooped in. Tiffany's whole body trembled as the fingers wrapped around her, but when she was pulled out from beneath her owner she began to kiss and nuzzled them. She cuddled up into Amanda's hand, feeling oddly safe in it as she was lifted out of the darkness beneath the giantess.

“Aw,” Amanda's sweet cooing was accompanied from a similar sound from Ashleigh.

Sweaty and gasping for air, Tiffany lifted her head to stare at the pair. Amanda's thin lips were stretched into a wide smile and her pale gray eyes were lit up with glee. Beside her though, Ashleigh was smirking and her eyes had the same cruel delight in them that they always did when she played with a shrinkee.

A sight that Tiffany had seen so many times and never recognized for what it was.

“I love it when they get really affectionate,” Amanda explained as she lowered Tiffany down to the couch.

The little girl was set atop a shifting world as her owner turned to face her coworker-turned-date. Tiffany dropped to all fours and her fingers dug into the upholstery while a massive denim wall rose beside her. She trembled, trying to process that it was just Amanda tucking one leg beneath the other but then the world shifted again as Ashleigh turned to face the shorter blonde.

“It's sort of sweet,” Ashleigh said as a shadow fell across Tiffany's world.

The glass tumbler in the giantess's hand plunged down into her world and the brunette barely rolled out of the way before it thumped down against the cushion. It stood poised over the crouching shrinkee, threatening to tip forward were it not for the glossy white nails holding it at bay.

The scent of the alcohol burned Tiffany's nostrils and her neck craned back. She looked to the sky and expected to see Ashleigh's cruel smile but instead all she saw was the underside of the giantess's chin.

A soft fingertip ran down Tiffany's back and she cringed in response, her whole body arching away from the powerful digit. “It's also a lot of fun,” Amanda's voice had a strange edge to it before she added, “Getting them to this point, I mean.”

The tumbler rose up and Tiffany's eyes widened as Ashleigh knocked back its contents in one gulp. It crashed back down but this time Tiffany found herself frozen as it plummeted, her little brain barely able to comprehend the speed at which it cut through the air.

The cool glass smacked down into her back, knocking her flat onto the couch cushion.

Some of the force was absorbed by the cushion but not enough.

The air was knocked out from Tiffany's lungs and her body squirmed as Ashleigh rolled the tumbler across her back. She could hear the grin in the blonde's voice as she said, “I've never had the patience for it.”

There was more than a little lust in Amanda's voice when she said, “You don't strike me as a very patient person.”

“Why should I wait when what I want is just right in front of me,” the world began to shake as the glass lifted off of Tiffany's back.

The little girl didn't have time to bask in the sudden disappearance of the weight. Instead, she was forced to scramble for purchase as Ashleigh's gigantic body rolled overhead and Amanda's leaned in to meet it.

Their lips smacked high above while their glasses clattered down onto Amanda's coffee table. Hands flew across the sky before crashing into the two towering mountains on either side of the cowering brunette. Tiffany couldn't stop herself from staring up, dumbfounded, as they made out and groped each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

One of Ashleigh's powerful tanned hands gripped Amanda's thigh and then hauled her forward. The nerd's surprised yelp turned into a moan as the larger woman buried her face into her neck, sucking and biting like she was planning to leave a hickey. Amanda's hand then reached around and beneath Ashleigh's muscular legs to squeeze one of her taut butt cheeks, a move that made the woman shudder and lift her lips up to meet Amanda's.

A zipper being undone echoed from somewhere behind Ashleigh's torso and the giantess gasped. Ashleigh leaned away slightly, and Tiffany's eyes bounced between their faces high above trying to gauge what was wrong.

Tiffany's body was tossed into the sky by the sudden shifting of weight as Ashleigh dove in and yanked Amanda's t-shirt over her head. She crashed down in time to hear Amanda squeal with delight while Ashleigh tossed the shirt across the cavernous apartment. The world spun around Tiffany while her former roommate plunged down between the smaller girl's breasts.

Amanda's bra fell away next, to be dropped unceremoniously on the floor before Ashleigh's glossy lips wrapped around one of the girl's nipples. Moans erupted and mountains of fabric seemed to shift in the heavens above while Tiffany curled into a ball, praying for the horror show above her to end.

A frustrated noise was followed by a giggle before Amanda finally asked, “How do I... I don't want to rip it. It's really nice.”

Tiffany lifted her head to see Amanda trying to tug the tight dress off of Ashleigh's body.

The taller blonde kissed her on the lips and whispered, “Here...”

She rose off of the couch and Tiffany again was sent bouncing and rolling across its surface in response. Ashleigh towered over the world as she expertly finished unzipping it and then slowly peeled it away from her body. The top of the sheath dress fell down toward her waist and with a simple flick of her wrist she undid the front clasp of her bra.

Ashleigh's toned body stood over Tiffany's world like a natural wonder, and the little brunette couldn't stop herself as she whispered, “Holy shit.”

Then Ashleigh's bra fell down on top of her.

She screamed but the sound was ignored by her owner, who was already standing up to join her date. The sweaty left cup crashed into her followed by the rest of what Tiffany knew from years of living with Ashleigh was a relatively lightweight bra. Yet as the fabric piled down on top of her, the little brunette found herself struggling beneath it, completely unable to dislodge herself from it.

Beyond her fabric prison, Tiffany heard the pair of giant women walk toward the bedroom and a second later their immense forms crashing atop Amanda's soft bed. The shrunken woman screamed for help but she heard nothing from Rebecca or George below.

Instead, she could only hear the distant moans of her owner and her former roommate all while she was forced to breathe in a day's worth of Ashleigh's boob sweat. The stench of the enormous woman's body burned her little nostrils and tainted every bit of air.

After several minutes of thrashing and pleading, Tiffany simply collapsed against the couch and accepted that she was trapped beneath Ashleigh's bra. Closing her eyes, she did her best to drown out the thunderous sex that was happening in the next room and simply let the exhaustion of the day take her.

She fell into something resembling sleep with her mind swinging in and out of consciousness.

The little girl had no idea how much time had passed when she felt the approaching footsteps of a giant. The world shook with each one of the giantess's footsteps but Tiffany quickly realized that that meant nothing to her. Tall or short, both Ashleigh and Amanda's footfalls were more than enough to produce earthquakes.

Fabric shifted outside her prison, which still reeked of her former friend.

And then the bra was lifted off of her and she could take in a full breath of fresh air.

The sound of the clasp snapping back into place sent a shiver down Tiffany's spine though, and the little girl flopped onto her back to see Ashleigh towering over her. The blonde was slowly sliding her dress back up her towering frame and her lips perked up into a smirk when she spotted the sweaty shrunken woman on the couch cushion.

“Ashleigh,” Tiffany wheezed, “H-how...”

Her throat tightened while tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, still unable to comprehend how her friend could do this to her.

Tiffany's thoughts were cut off by the sound of the dress's zipper going up. Ashleigh's eyes rested on her while she slid her feet into her plaid heels, “Shouldn't you be licking a shoe somewhere?”

Tiffany's whimper turned into a sob while her former friend's hand descended slowly from the heavens. She didn't squirm as Ashleigh's tanned digits wrapped around her and hauled her into the sky before lowering her down to the floor.

Rebecca and George were nowhere to be seen but Amanda's new sneakers still sat nearby with a few scuffs marring their otherwise pristine soles. Brushing tears from her eyes, Tiffany took in a single hitched breath and turned her head to the sky.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the giantess's bare crotch within the dress.

Ashleigh's bush was neatly trimmed and a darker shade than the rest of her hair.

“Like what you see, bug-bitch?” Ashleigh's voice thundered out as the sharp toe of her heel crashed into Tiffany's stomach.

A grunt was forced out of Tiffany and she stumbled back until she crashed into Amanda's sneaker. Ashleigh's heel crashed down in front of her and the world shuddered beneath the little brunette.

“Don't worry, you'll get to see it again,” she whispered softly while she piled her sex ravaged hair into a passable bun, “I like your owner.”

Tiffany cowered as the heel slid forward, crowding her up against the dusty sole of Amanda's black adidas.

“Seriously,” her face softened slightly, “I do like her, Tiffany.”

The little brunette's jaw dropped when Ashleigh used her name and she stared up into the sky.

The blonde's lips stretched into her regular cruel smile but there was something else in her expression, a strange sort of excitement that Tiffany had never seen before. “So get used to seeing me at this angle,” she pressed the rust colored stain on the sole of her heel against Tiffany's chest, making her squirm and sob, “Lovely.”

The heel pulled back and Tiffany collapsed onto all fours.

The world shook and the door crashed shut with a resounding boom while the shrunken girl shook in the shadow of her owner's sneaker, her mind struggling to process what had happened that day.