Scott went limp as the giant woman lifted him up into the sky, his body flopping across her soft yet strong fingers. When she brought him up to roughly chin height, her eyebrows perked up and her lips twitched with delight.

“You're a docile little thing,” her words washed over Scott's world while her thumb rubbed against his sore chest. He squirmed in response and she giggled, “Are you lost, little guy?”

Warmth enveloped Scott's right arm and he looked over to see it practically disappear between her thumb and forefinger. The parking lot's lights reflected against her chipped black nail polish as she forcibly shook his arm up and down. The faintest whimper escaped Scott's lips and he stared up at her, his eyes widening slightly.

“It doesn't really matter,” she said with a predatory smile, “I'm not going to just hand you over to someone else anyway.”

The giantess squinted her eyes like she was trying to watch his minuscule face for a reaction. Scott did his best to remain impassive but his lips pressed together and his brow furrowed as he suddenly wondered whether or not he wanted to go back to Ethan. It was humiliating and terrible but at least he knew what to expect.

The world blurred as the giant woman turned on heel and began to walk, her boots thumping against brick then crunching grass beneath their tread. The fingers of her free hand continued to run over his bruised body but there wasn't any hint of actual concern on her billboard sized face.

“I have wanted a shrinkee for so long,” she said before rubbing the top of his head with her forefinger.

Scott couldn't help but scrunch up beneath the rough petting but he bit his lip to stop from screaming or flailing. He knew that there was no way to actually fight back against someone who was so much bigger and he also knew that some people liked to hear shrinkees scream. His eyes briefly flickered to the very edge of a spiderweb tattoo that extended past the sleeve of her hoodie on her left hand. Lots of people his age, and he figured that the giant woman was around the same age, had tattoos. They didn't mean she was into anything in particular but at the same time, Scott couldn't shake the worry that her entire sleeve tattoo was some complex symbology that meant 'I love squishing shrinkees and hearing them squeal.'

The probing fingers disappeared and he heard the jingling of keys before she passed through a door. Warm air pressed in against his skin and he couldn't help but sigh as the chill in his bones started to dissipate. Below him, her boots thudded against a thin ugly carpet as she crossed a lobby then marched up several flights of stairs. The hallway light was dim as she hustled down to a corner apartment and unlocked the door.

The door creaked opened and it shuddered in its frame as she slammed it shut.

A giddy laugh echoed out of her chapped lips and Scott's eyes were immediately drawn back to the sky. Her grip tightened for a moment as she smiled down at him, “I can't believe you just walked right up to my car. You didn't even try to run away.”

Scott's stomach twisted and he told himself that it had all happened too fast. Also, he was injured. The best he could have done was limp a few feet and make her mad. Yet, a strange feeling of regret spread across his body, leaving him feeling hollow as he slumped down a little further.

“Well, welcome home, little dude,” she announced with a laugh.

She swung her fist around in front of her and Scott got a whirlwind view of a shabby single bedroom apartment. Warm orange light was cast from overhead bulbs across standard white walls and an off-white carpet only a step or two above the worn one in the hallway. The kitchen was cramped, he caught sight of a bedroom littered with dirty laundry and mostly filled by a sizable mattress before his stomach finally seemed to catch up with him. The giantess started to walk while he choked down the bile rising in his throat.

Then everything once again spun about.

The groaning of a couch and her head hitting a thin pillow told him that she had flopped down with no concern for the way it made him bounce about her loose fist. A second later, Scott found himself sprawled out atop her hoodie, her chest stretching out in every direction and her hill-like breasts sitting directly ahead of him. The strong smell of weed and fabric softener made his nose wrinkle.

“Do you have any idea what the going rate of a shrinkee is?”

The question literally shook the ground beneath him and Scott's little body shuddered as he looked up toward her grinning face. Two fingers hung over him, like they were about to pin him down if he tried to escape. The shrunken man cowered and nervously shook his head, his eyes bouncing from the giantess's face to her fingers.

They came down slowly but rather than press against his body, her fingers simply stroked his back over and over again in a smooth petting motion. He started to breath again and his bruised body sunk down slightly.

“It's like five or six grand,” she snorted dismissively, “I mean, what kind of rich fuckers have that sort of cash laying around? Also, that's just, like, the start of it. Most places run an auction or they'll let you pay more to stop the shrinkee from going up on their website or whatever. This one bitch in New York tried to charge me fifteen grand...”

The vast living plateau beneath Scott rose and fell as the giantess huffed.

“And of course, before I could get that money, I had a bunch of car problems and all the money I had saved just fucking disappeared.”

The warmth from the gigantic woman seeped into Scott's exhausted body and he found himself practically curling up beneath her petting fingers. His lips moved of their own accord as he muttered, “That sucks...”

If the giantess heard him, it didn't make her stop talking, “So it was, like, back to waiting. I figured someone around me would have to shrink down eventually. It's not like I don't know a fuckton of people who aren't Immune. But, ya know, I've been waiting basically since I paid to have the genetic testing done myself in high school.”

The stale scent of weed started to fade as Scott's nose quickly adjusted. He snuggled against the giantess's stomach and was suddenly overwhelmed by the realization of how nice it was to not smell teenage boy. Her index finger pressed between his shoulder blades and he let out a quiet moan as she worked out the kink between them while grunting in frustration.

“Girls I went to high school with shrunk but of course none of them did it where I could find them. Sure, some rich bitch like Stephanie Mueller can scoop up Latoya Jefferson and say the most fucked up shit about it but when Brooke Rollins shrunk down in the gym period before me the same day I find out I'm Immune after spending all the money I got working all through high school on the damn test, do I find her?” Her fingers pressed down slightly harder and Scott looked up in time to see her nostrils flare in annoyance, “No, fancy Michelle Stevenson whose dad's a fucking cardiologist does. I had to see an eight inch tall Brooke leaning against Michelle while she pretended to hold up the leaning tower of Pisa on Myspace!”

Her voice filled the entire room and Scott immediately began to shake in fright as the giantess's heart pulsed beneath him.

“Brooke shrank and she still has a better life than me.”

The woman's hand collapsed onto Scott, pinning him to her stomach with ease while she glanced around her apartment. The world shifted beneath him as she sighed and then dug her phone out of her pocket. The device sat in front of him for several long moments, her thumb tapping against its screen every so often before he finally started to squirm.

The hand squeezed back and another laugh rippled through the living floor.

Her eyes peered around the side of her phone, “Now you're trying to get away, little guy?”

Before Scott could say anything, her fingers wrapped around him and she lifted him up above her face. Vertigo made his head spin as his limbs hung in the empty air and the sight of her couch expanding and the floor beneath stretching beyond filled his vision.

“There's no escape, little guy,” she said with a smile, “You're mine. I own you, like I own everything else in this apartment. And don't worry, I made sure there were no little hidey-holes where shrinkees could go before I signed the lease.”

As her words boomed in his ears, Scott couldn't help but squirm uncomfortably in her grip. The certainty of her voice made panic course through his veins. On instinct, he pressed his hands against her immense fingers and tried to get a foothold to push them away.

All his struggles earned him was an amused giggle from the enormous woman below. She simply watched him try and fail to pry open her grip, even getting more comfortable on the couch while he struggled. Sweat started to blossom on Scott's forehead and his breathing turned to panting as she tucked her free arm behind her head to prop up her deflated pillow.

“Are you done yet?” She asked.

Scott slumped down in her fist and let his limbs dangle once again.

“Answer me,” she commanded before adding, “I want to hear your itty bitty voice.”

“Y-yes,” the word came out in a sad defeated croak.

An electronic ringing noise blared near the door and Scott immediately clamped his hands over his ears. The briefest of frowns crossed her face as she rose up from her couch and crossed to an intercom by the door. She didn't even ask who it was before buzzing them in and unlocking the dead bolt.

Her apartment blurred around Scott as she walked into her bedroom without bothering to flick on the light switch. The messy space was illuminated only by the harsh white LEDs of the parking lot lights that came through the Venetian blinds. Scott only caught glimpses of an overflowing laundry basket and a stuffed closet before he was being lowered into a glass tank.

The stench of bleach assaulted his nostrils but he could still catch the occasional whiff of algae as his feet hit the black plastic floor of an empty fish tank. Two hearty thumps echoed around him as the giantess lifted his prison up. Scott stumbled and looked around in confusion as she carried him back into the living room and set the tank down in the middle of a scratched up coffee table.

He stared up but the giantess was already walking off to a discarded purse on the other side of the room. She bent over, making the thin material of her slacks stretch against her taut butt cheeks, which made Scott fall to his knees. His member twitched instantly and it wasn't followed by a wave of humiliation like when Ethan or Ava towered over him.

His captor, whoever she was, wasn't some high schooler. She was an adult, with a job, and her own apartment. “Oh fuck,” he muttered as his hand wrapped around his own cock. Before he could start pumping though, the sound of a knock at the door ripped through the world.

The tiny man stiffened as the giantess called out, “It's open,” before rising back to her full dominating height.

A thousand possibilities of who might be on the other side of the door raced through Scott's mind. It was Friday night and it could easily be another giant woman, one of the giantess's friends coming over before they went out for the night. Or a girlfriend, he reasoned, swinging by after work for a cozy date night at home. Or worse, a boyfriend, some immense bearded and tattooed brute who wouldn't be happy at the presence of a tiny interloper jacking it to his girlfriend's enormous ass.

A masculine grunt echoed through the world but with far less of the thunder and bass Scott had gotten used to around Ethan. The door opened and a man who only stood a head or so above the door knob stepped in with a Jansport backpack that practically looked like a hiking backpack on his shrunken body. Despite having the bushy beard and crow's feet of an adult, the person was clearly wearing a faded Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt and sneakers made for children. His pants had a rough cut hem that draped over his shoes and were held up by a makeshift belt.

“You said you'd be here ten minutes ago,” his captor boomed, as she sat back down on her couch.

“Sorry, Carmen,” the half-sized man's voice still echoed slightly but was otherwise normal in Scott's ears. He grunted as he heaved his backpack off and groaned as he hauled a thick case as big as his own torso out of it. He waddled to the coffee table as he said, “Some teenagers took the scooter I was going to use.”

“Teenagers?” She didn't even suppress her giggle.

The man's shoulders slumped, “Oh yeah, like you're going to get into it with a bunch of high schoolers over a scooter.”

“I mean, I drive a car so,” she shrugged as she swung one leg over the other, the toe of her boot not quite hitting the wall of the fish tank as it bounced in the air, “Not really a problem.”

“Kids are mean, especially girls-”

“They were teenage girls?” Carmen laughed.

The man's face, already flushed from carrying his case got even redder as the giantess's laugh ripped through the world, “They can only say mean stuff to you but they can beat me up pretty easily, ok?” While she continued to giggle he huffed, “Plus, would you rather me be ten minutes late or not come at all because some girl named Kaylalynne or whatever beat me up and took my stuff?”

“Ok, ok, I'm sorry,” she replied with a roll of her eyes and a dismissive wave of her hand.

Scott watched the exchange wide-eyed then turned as a shadow rolled across his world. The guy's case loomed in the sky as he grunted and then dropped it down against the coffee table. The tremor it created knocked Scott clear off his feet and when he smacked down against the floor all the air burst out of his lungs.

“Hey, be careful,” the giantess's voice thundered.

“Sorry,” the man replied in a sarcastic tone but before he said anything else, he gasped. “Oh shit, I didn't,” the tank shuddered and suddenly one wall was dominated by the man's face as he knelt down in front of the fish tank. “I'm sorry, dude, I didn't see you, I...”

Scott blinked in surprise, barely able to process the genuine regret coming from the man's voice. He sat up and then they both blushed with embarrassment as Scott covered up his crotch. “It's-”

“It's fine,” Carmen's voice overpowered Scott's, “Just remember that he could be there next time.”

She was so casual that Scott couldn't stop himself from frowning and neither could the face before him. The half-sized man glanced up at Carmen but didn't rise to his feet, “I thought you didn't have a-any shrunken people...”

“Aw, are you jealous, Pete?” Carmen cooed.

“What? No,” he stood up and shook his head but his cheeks remained flush as he walked around to the front of his briefcase to unlock it, “Why would-”

His words were cut off by Carmen's hands wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer to the couch. One hand lifted up and she ran her fingers through his hair before scratching his beard. Rather than squirm though, Pete simply relaxed a little while his eyes looked anywhere but at Scott's cage. “Is that where you want to be when you finish shrinking, Pete? On my coffee table?”

“No,” he whimpered.

Her worn Doc Marten pressed against his shoulder then rubbed up and down his arm. The leather creaked as she wiggled her toes, “In here then? Cuddled up with my toes while I'm at work?”

“Carmen, please,” he squirmed uncomfortably in her grip, “You know my roommate's Immune...”

Carmen chuckled as her fingers tickled him beneath his chin, “Oh that's right, you already have a nice big protector...” She leaned in close before she whispered, “Did you tell her where you were going to be?”

Tears welled in Pete's eyes and he shut them tight before he said, “Yes, she knows.”

Carmen's lips engulfed the man's cheeks before she released him, “That's so cute.”

Scott's whole body shook and he could see that Pete's was too as he stepped up to the coffee table and unlocked the case. His hands rested on it while he took a deep breath.

“Do you actually have a whole bedroom or, like, do you just sleep in her closet?” Carmen asked as her foot bobbed back and forth, never quite touching Pete's shoulder or Scott's prison.

“I...” Pete shuddered then took another deep breath, “I have my own room.”

The words were shaky enough that Scott doubted Pete actually did, and as he glanced up at Carmen the smirk on her face told him that she did too.

Finally, Pete opened his immense case to reveal what looked like literal tons of weed; jars with nuggets, baggies, rolled joints, packaged and homemade edibles, and even a small selection of paraphernalia like rolling papers and grinders.

The world shook as Carmen uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to inspect Pete's products. She pushed him casually aside but then her hand only hovered over his vast array of goods, never quite touching as she inspected them. “Are these new?” She asked pointing at a brightly colored package.

“Y-yeah, I got them in from California last week,” his voice still wavered with fear.

Carmen licked her chapped lips and let out a soft moan, “Are they expensive?”

“Twenty bucks more than my usual gummies,” Pete gestured to a black package with neon lettering, “I also got a few new strains in. This indica just got a gold medal at a festival in Colorado-”

“I don't need award-winning weed, just my usual,” Carmen said with a dismissive wave, “But I think I'll get those new gummies, a nice celebration for finding this little guy.” Her hand moved away from the case and hovered in front of the wall of Scott's tank before she waved down at him.

“Alright,” Pete said, his shrunken hands quickly flying across his case, plucking up three small baggies full of weed and the bright pink package of gummies. He held everything close to his chest as he extended one hand up toward Carmen, “Cash first.”

The wad of twenties that the giantess handed him was so thick that Pete's hand could barely close around it. He spread it out slightly as he glanced at it then stuffed it inside of his case before handing her the goods.

“Thank you, Pete,” she smiled as she ruffled his hair.

His shoulders scrunched up and he slammed the case shut, “You're welcome, Carmen. If you need anything else, you have my number.” The tiny man grunted again as he lifted his case from the coffee table and rushed to his backpack.

Scott watched as Pete quickly packed up his things, his face still burning with humiliation and a few tears streaking down his cheeks. He didn't turn around but he did briefly glance over at Scott, a strange mix of emotions on his face before he bolted for the door.

“Bye, Pete,” Carmen said absentmindedly as the door slammed shut.

The rustling of packaging made Scott turn around to see that the giantess had already opened the pink package. The smell of artificial cherry flavoring filled the air with the faintest undercurrent of buttery earthy weed.

Carmen plucked out a small individually wrapped gummy with a giggle before sealing the bag back up and setting it on the coffee table. As her huge fingers wrestled with the small package, her dark eyes settled upon Scott before sliding down to the floor.

“I bet you're really good at cleaning little stains, huh, little dude?” She cooed as she popped the bright red gummy past her lips.

She leaned over his world and her hand began to descend.

Scott found himself cowering down toward the floor as he said, “Y-yes...”

Her lips smacked loudly as she groaned, “Then have I got a job for you...”