“But you just said it looked good on her,” Grace grumbled high above as she gestured to her phone indignantly.

Mrs. Park frowned, “But look how short the rest of her hair is and those ends, it's all so rough and damaged.”

On the floor below, Ava's head was spinning from the combination of nail polish and remover that filled the air. She had just finished dabbing away the last almost imperceptible splatter that had fallen atop Mrs. Park's third toe and now she was trying to drag the thick toe separator from between the powerful digits. Meanwhile, up in the heavens, Grace was trying to convince her mother to let her get some kind of radically different hair cut.

“I'd hate to see your hair end up that way,” Mrs. Park cooed, running her fingers through her daughter's long inky tresses, “Why would you even want to do anything to something so beautiful? I thought you liked your hair like this...”

“I do, I just,” Grace foot thumped against the floor in annoyance, “I just want to do something different.”

“But you don't need to,” her mother thundered and then Ava was suddenly between the woman's big and second toes.

She pushed against the digits but they remained firmly clamped around her waist as the couch groaned above and Mrs. Park leaned out overhead. Her face was softer and more rounded than Grace's sharp features but that didn't make it any less menacing even as she smiled. “Even your stupid little slave knows how pretty you are with long hair,” she boomed before bending forward and plucking Ava up between her long slender fingers.

The world blurred as Ava was ripped into the sky, her head rolling back and forth from the sudden g-forces. She slumped down across Mrs. Park's fingers, her eyes struggling to focus while the two enormous women looked down at her. Then the strong fingers began to press in against her, wrapping tighter and tighter until she let out the faintest whimper.

The older giantess barked a command in Korean and though it was one that Ava had never heard before, she knew from context that it could only mean one thing: speak.

Her heart immediately beat so fast that it jumped into her throat then her eyes bounced between the two enormous women. Mrs. Park loomed directly in front of her, her lips curved in a triumphant smile as if she were daring the tiny girl to disagree with her. Then on her left, Grace's eyebrows were knitting together and her lips were pressed into a line as she clearly thought up some new torment to inflict on Ava if she agreed with her enormous mother.

The little girl started to squirm but the fingers coiled ever tighter and she yelped instead.

With her lips trembling, her voice came out in a strangled tremor, “G-grace is s-so beautiful, I wish I had her hair-”

The vice of flesh around her lessened and Mrs. Park started to nod.

As anger flashed in Grace's eyes, Ava continued in a rush, “I'd have looked good no matter what I did!”

Mrs. Park's nostrils flared in annoyance and her hand opened up in a dismissive wave.

Ava screeched as she plummeted down before she crashed into Grace's gray sweatpants and pain flared out from her shoulder. Her little body rolled until it landed in a heap in the girl's lap, the heat of her sex burning through the cotton. Ava couldn't help but stare at the mound of fabric that hid Grace's vagina, a place she had come to know frighteningly well over the past few weeks.

“I shouldn't be surprised,” Mrs. Park looked down at Ava like she were a particularly loathsome bug, “You've said yourself how stupid she is.”

Grace's t-shirt billowed as she let out an annoyed huff. Her mother glanced back at her and Grace jutted out her chin slightly, “I still like it and I'm going to do it.”

Mrs. Park reared back like she had been slapped and all Ava could do was tremble from her place on Grace's lap. The giant woman recovered quickly though and a storm roared out of her as she rose to her feet. Even though it was all in Korean, Ava didn't need to know the words to understand the combination of guilt trip and authoritative claims that Grace was forbidden from doing any such thing. She had heard similar speeches in Tagalog when she was in middle school, when her mother still tried to control her life.

Memories of those screaming matches ran through her head and the little girl realized how long it had been since she had thought of her family. Were they still normal-sized? Did they wonder what had happened to her? Or worse did they know and realize that they were powerless to do anything about it?

Ava was so wrapped up in those questions that she didn't notice that Grace was also rising to her feet. She threw her arms out, hoping to catch the hem of the giantess's oversized t-shirt as she plummeted but her tiny hands only grabbed empty air. The loose wrinkled walls of Grace's sweatpants whipped by as Ava's terrified scream was swallowed by the thundering voices above. Her little limbs windmilled about, trying to slow her descent or latch onto something when her enormous owner took a step forward.

The giantess's shin smashed into Ava, knocking the air from her body before she rolled down the length of it to smash into the top of Grace's foot. With a grunt she toppled over in a heap, able to do little more than groan in pain while her owner's foot flexed as she literally stood up to her mother.

Mrs. Park was clearly as shocked by Grace talking back to her as Ava was. Even with the language barrier, the shrunken girl knew that the giantess was struggling to come up with reasons why Grace should obey her.

The pain in Ava's body turned into a dull throb as she crawled back from the enormous pair as they both started to stamp their feet and shift their weight. Cowering back against the couch, she craned her neck back to watch while her hands clamped over her ears to protect them from the roar of their voices.

It didn't take long for Mrs. Park to start demanding that Grace calm down and by that point, Ava knew that it was over. The giant woman was going to admit defeat but needed Grace to let her do it in a way that didn't look like a complete capitulation. It was something that Ava had also grown familiar with over the years, from the first time she had dyed her hair to even last year when she had brought up the idea of getting a belly button piercing though that had been less out of a desire for one and more just to see how her mother would react.

As Grace acquiesced and let her mother heave a long sigh and mutter something about it being alright if it truly meant that much to her, Ava could only shudder as she thought about her own mother once again.

She had felt like an idiot for not letting Ethan give her a ride home that day, certain that she would have shrunk in his presence and he could have kept her. Yet, she suddenly wonder if she would have made it home to her family. The idea of being kept prisoner by her own parents and siblings made her heart pick up. There would be no arguing or talking back to her mother from a cage, no bossing around her younger sister, and no being able to walk out of the house when it all became too overwhelming.

Staring up at the girl who now ruled her life, she suddenly wondered if Grace had actually been the best option.

That thought was immediately dashed from her mind when Grace's toes clamped down around her just like her mother's had. Only this time, the giantess didn't lift her up into the air, she simply started walking.

Each time that Grace's foot hit the floor, Ava's entire body shook so hard that her teeth rattled in her skull. Then would come the terror of feeling the toes splay ever so slightly and feeling her legs brush against the ball of Grace's foot before wind whistled all around her. Then came the crash once more.

By the time the toes released her, Ava could barely tell which way was up. She lay in a heap on the floor while Grace simply walked around her room, peeling off her pajamas before strutting out in nothing but a towel. While the water roared in the distance, Ava slowly went from being little more than a heap to being curled into a ball on the floor. Finally, when she felt the quakes that heralded Grace's return, the tiny girl had started to stretch out.

The buzzing of the giantess's phone echoed up from the giantess's desk for a moment before Grace answered, “Hello?... Yes, I'm keeping the appointment... Thanks, I'll see you soon.”

Ava watched as her owner walked over to her mirror and brushed out her long hair, “Finally going to get rid of all this.”

She tied it back in a low ponytail before slipping on a tight black turtleneck, brown corduroys, and then thick wool socks that completely covered the two-tone polish that Ava had been forced to painstakingly apply. The gray socks then disappeared into her black oxfords which thumped powerfully as the girl crossed back to her desk and snapped her fingers.

Ava scrambled over to the giant girl's feet and though the shoes were spotless, she still prostrated herself before them and pretended to lick at nonexistent scuffs. She flinched when the shoe rose into the air but Grace simply crossed her legs, leaving its thick sole to hang overhead, swaying back and forth as she played around on her phone.

Her whole mouth tasted of leather and dust when the giantess let out a sigh as her chair creaked. The floor shook a moment later and then Ava was scooped up in Grace's loose fist, the giant girl's body racing by until Ava's arms were pressed into cold metal. Her body hung limply across Grace's perky bust and a moment later, the giantess had tugged on a shiny black puffer jacket but didn't bother to zip it up.

Cool air blasted against Ava's naked body when Grace stepped outside the house but winter was finally being swept away by spring. Lingering piles of snow still sat near the base of trees and beside the ends of driveways but it shone in the afternoon light, small rivers running down the side of the craggy piles. Far below, Grace's feet thumped loudly against sidewalks and streets, the giantess's every step making Ava's body gently flop against her enormous chest.

Looking up, Ava caught brief glances of the girl's face and she found herself fidgeting ever so slightly. She was reminded of her first morning at Grace's feet, when the girl had forced her to kiss the bottom of her socks to show that she knew her place in the now much larger world. Ava would have never guessed that the meek nerdy Grace Park could be so powerful and commanding. And to the rest of the world she hadn't been until now.

Grace walked down the street with a lazy confidence and it wasn't much different from the effortless swagger that had once attracted Ava to Ethan. A swagger that, at just a few inches tall, Ava now realized was more than just the fact that Ethan was handsome or popular or good enough at hockey that he had gotten a scholarship he didn't actually need. It came from the fact that Ethan was a young man who never had to worry about being brought low like all of the little people that scurried around at his feet.

Straining to look down at the ground far below, Ava almost expected to see Grace crushing houses and cars beneath her feet. Instead, it was just the same bare concrete and asphalt as before. There wasn't even a shrunken person or insect fleeing to escape a terrible fate beneath her powerful tread.

Still, something about the sight made her quiver all the same.

A bell jingled overhead and the sidewalk was replaced by a cool rose hued tile and Ava practically choked on the heavy scent of hairspray in the air. “Hi, I'm Grace Park,” the giantess explained to a chic receptionist, “I'm Tessa's two o'clock.”

The receptionist offered her water and gestured for her to take a seat, complimenting Grace on both her style and how Ava's presence brought her outfit together. The little girl squirmed slightly as the receptionist's hungry eyes raked over her body, a mixture of lust and jealousy in them. Grace took the cucumber laced water with one hand while the other squeezed against Ava's body while she laughed, as if she had somehow forgotten about her shrunken captive.

Tessa was a middle aged woman with a few tasteful tattoos and piercings who smiled when she saw Grace, “So are we still doing it? Do you really want me to cut away all this lovely hair?”

Grace nodded along as they walked deeper into the salon, “Yeah, it's time.”

“It's ok if you cry, by the way,” Tessa explained as she fluffed out a barber's cape, the material snapping loudly, “Lots of girls do when they cut off so much.”

“I won't.”

Despite their voices roaring overhead, Ava found herself staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She had seen herself many times in the past several months plastered across the phone screens of Grace and her friends but it was always a shock to see her naked body reflected back at her. Her now pale skin stood in stark contrast to the dark material of Grace's shirt, and her dark hair was longer than it had been in years as well as riddled with kinks and knots that she had never seen.

Then in the blink of an eye she was blanketed in darkness as the vast barber cape was draped over Grace's body. Light only filtered in from below and it wasn't long before she heard the loud shearing noise of Tessa cutting into her gigantic owner's long tresses.

The blanket trapped the heat of Grace's body around Ava and it wasn't long before the tiny girl felt sweat start to trickle down her body. Her own breath also seemed to never dissipate, making the fabric that laid against her face slightly damp. Despite how calm Grace's voice was as she spoke to the hairdresser, Ava could feel the girl's heartbeat increase as her hair was steadily trimmed off.

Ava's mind kept drifting back to her old life and the day that she had shrunk.

It was still all a blur in her mind and every time she thought about it, she couldn't help but imagine being captured by someone else. The thought of becoming her own family's pet was still fresh in her mind from watching Grace argue with her mother and the longer she thought about it, the more it made Ava uncomfortable. She still wanted to believe that Ethan might save her, maybe take her away from Grace when he dumped the girl before going to college in the fall.

Ava couldn't help but wonder if Grace realized that Ethan wouldn't be tied down in college by a girlfriend back home. It was something they had both briefly discussed last summer and while they had entertained the idea, she had known when she looked into Ethan's bright blue eyes that he had no intention of staying together. Still, that didn't mean she couldn't accompany him to school now but then she thought of how he looked at her now that she was owned by Grace.

He seemed to regard her as no different than any other shrinkee, a lesser who was meant to do little more than clean scuffs from his shoes. She also couldn't help but think of the times they had talked about and then finally used his own shrunken man during sex. Her stomach twisted with fear and excitement when she imagined being camped out in his underwear all day serving his almighty cock but then the reality that she might be used with his enormous girlfriends much like they had used his shrinkee loomed larger and larger in her head.

A parade of gargantuan co-eds went through her mind, all of them sharing that same haughty smirk as they wrapped her around Ethan's cock and laughed at the idea that this is what had become of his high school girlfriend.

Tears drifted down her cheeks as she thought about the shrunken man that she and Ethan had toyed with for almost their entire relationship. It was impossible not to wonder what had happened to him. She was still, months later, utterly perplexed by the fact that he had tried to save her from being snatched up by Grace and Rachel.

He had gone over the edge of the hill and the only thing that had saved him was Rachel being too lazy to go down after him. There was an apartment complex down on the other side of that hill, cut off from the nicer development that looked over it by the winding nature of the suburban roads. She wondered if anyone had found him or if he had simply been crushed beneath the wheel of a car driving through the complex's sizable parking lot.

Or worse, had he simply frozen to death that night?

Thinking of how often she had been forced to huddle close to Grace simply because the giant girl's parents had a thing about turning up the heat, Ava knew that there was no way she would have survived without a giant claiming ownership of her. As much as she truly wanted to believe that escape was possible, she knew that it wasn't something that would happen because she ran free through the streets but only if someone saved her.

But whenever she tried to imagine who that might be, the reality of being at her savior's mercy only made her stomach churn.

“So, is it everything you dreamed it would be?” The hairdresser's voice boomed.

“It's perfect,” Grace's voice was breathless and while her heart still hammered behind Ava, the little girl knew it was from excitement rather than anxiety, “It's exactly what I wanted.”

Light poured in, momentarily blinding Ava, as the barber cape was whisked away and snapped about. Blinking rapidly, the little girl's jaw dropped when she saw her owner's face in the enormous mirror.

Grace hadn't merely cut off some of her hair, she had basically sheared it all off. The left side of her head was covered in a thin layer of dark fuzz, while what remained of her inky tresses was swept over to the right and barely reached down to her chin. The undercut not only highlighted her high cheekbones and sharp chin but it seemed to complete the transformation that Ava realized had been going on since Grace had snatched her up.

The person in the mirror wasn't an easily forgotten nerdy girl, she was a confident young woman who was effortlessly cool. That poise fell almost instantly as Grace gushed and thanked her hairdresser, coming just short of tackling the woman in a hug but it was back on the giantess's face by the time she was sliding her parents' credit card into the tablet that the receptionist handed her.

And it remained on Grace's face as she strolled down the strip mall from the salon to the shop where Chloe worked.

Rachel's squeal of delight at her friend's new haircut left Ava's ears ringing and a moment later she was being smothered by the giantess's hefty breasts pressing in against Grace's chest. “Oh my God, I love it,” Rachel continued as she pulled away, her hand hovering over the perfectly sculpted waves of hair, “You look like such a badass.”

“You have to put this on,” Chloe boomed while she rummaged through her bag. A moment later, a small tube of lipstick was smacked down onto the counter top, “Trust me.”

High above, Grace's cheeks were slightly flushed but she plucked it up anyway, “Alright.”

“Right now,” Chloe thundered, “I'm about to clock out.”

Rachel nodded along and her Birkenstocks creaked far below as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

Ava was jostled by Grace's attempt at an indifferent shrug but she picked up her pace and her heart beat a little harder when she walked through the shop. Men and women alike turned to look at her pass and the little girl had no doubt that Grace could feel their eyes appraising her; wanting her, envying her, and admiring her all at once.

She entered a small unisex bathroom and locked the door before turning to face an old dirtied mirror. “Whoa,” she breathed as she popped the cap off the tube and the dark lipstick rose out of it. The giantess's excited but uncertain giggle bounced off the walls before she jutted her chin out with determination like she had before asserting herself to her mother, “No, Chloe's right, it'll be perfect.”

Ava watched as Grace puckered her lips and applied the lipstick.

It was a rich matte black with a strong green undertone that popped against Grace's skin. The shrunken girl could easily imagine ways to compliment the look and as Grace dipped her hand into her own purse, she realized that her owner did too. A moment later a dark blush tinted her cheeks and dark wings of eyeliner completed the look.

Grace smirked as she appreciated her transformation in the mirror before snapping a selfie.

She strutted back through the store and this time her heartbeat remained steady as eyebrows popped and jaws dropped. Again Rachel squealed with excitement on seeing her friend and Chloe let out a triumphant, “I knew it would look amazing.”

Grace giggled but the pink of her embarrassment barely showed beneath the blush she had applied, “It's really that good?”

“Yeah, but you just need to change one thing,” Rachel said in a rush as she reached forward, her chest casting a shadow over Ava's world.

The shrunken girl yelped as the necklace she was attached to suddenly swung out and she was suddenly dropping down through the world. She shrieked but that only made the enormous girls around her laugh as Rachel slipped the necklace through two of the belt loops on Grace's pants.

Her body flopped down against Grace's thigh and she was greeted to a crotch-high view of the world with Chloe's dark jeans to her right and Rachel's colorful leggings dead ahead of her. Ava's world shifted and her body bounced as Grace stuck out her foot and looked down at her.

The smirk on Grace's face made Ava cower against her powerful thigh and the fear that filled her tiny frame only seemed to make her owner's smile wider.

“You're right, she's perfect down there.”