Annabelle awakened from the first restful slumber she had experienced in what felt like years. She felt tranquil for approximately two seconds before the overwhelming sense of despair flooded her. She released a heavy sigh as she took in her surroundings.

She was in the necklace. The warm, yet stale air stuck to her skin. A muffled, but powerful pounding let her know that she was close to one of the giantesses' hearts. Annabelle peered out the necklace to discover where the giantess was and whose neck wore her as an accessory. 

Annabelle was surprised to find that she was in a classroom. The "test" which had led her to succumb to Poppy had been on Saturday. If the giantesses were in class, that meant at the very least, she had lost a day and a half.

The Shrinkee let that sink in. A day and a half of Poppy doing god knows what with her body. Annabelle shuddered as she examined her tiny form. She didn't see any obvious changes. She was dressed in a slutty school girl outfit with low pigtails. She donned with a very short plaid skirt that left little to the imagination. She also wore a white dress shirt that hugged her body and exposed an insane amount of cleavage. 

Annabelle did her best to ignore her over-sexualized look and focused on the fact that she could actually see the classroom. Each time the giantesses had gone to school, they had shoved her into their shoes. This was the first time she was able to get an actual view of a classroom. 

Despite the primal fear of being surrounded by giants, Annabelle was amazed to see everything looked almost the same. Dozens of unaware students took notes while the professor lectured about a book Annabelle wasn't familiar with. 

Annabelle cupped her hands against the necklace and peered outside. The gigantic hand that diligently took notes had an expensive looking ring around a chubby finger. 

Molly.

Annabelle squinted and pressed harder against the glass. She wanted to see what class the brunette was taking. Annabelle noticed a book on the corner of Molly's desk, King Lear.

Annabelle deflated. She had wanted to read that play, but held off until she could take a Shakespearean course where she would be able to dissect it with other students.

The tiny girl slumped onto the necklace's floor. Immediately after waking up she was already being reminded of a life she would never get to lead. She leaned the back of her head against the necklace's wall. She didn't even want to listen to the lecture. 

Instead, her eyes drifted across each student, people who had been her peers not a week ago. She thought of all the potential ways their lives could turn out. The blonde girl with the pixie cut who sat in front of Molly could be the department head of an advertising agency. The boy with the ear piercing two seats to the right could be a teacher who held the respect of all of his students.

Or not. It didn't even matter whether they reached their dreams or failed. They would still be better off than her, because they wouldn't be the pet of some spoiled bitch.

Annabelle continued her bitter game while the class went on. Firefighter. Racecar driver. Lawyer. Annabelle froze when instead of looking at the expression of a vaguely disinterested student, she was faced with piercing dark brown eyes that seemed to stare directly at her. 

Annabelle could only hear her own breath as the student's stare only seemed to intensify. Annabelle slowly picked herself up to her feet. The student sat directly to the left of Molly, and Annabelle moved closer.  Getting a better look at him, Annabelle could only describe him as average looking. He had a trendy haircut and wore a Queenston hoodie and regular jeans. Annabelle didn't recognize him, though that wasn't surprising as this class was mostly comprised of upperclassmen.

As Annabelle scrutinized him more, she noticed a faint flush across his face. Realization, then disappointment struck the Shrinkee. Of course he wasn't looking at her. He was ogling Molly's chest. Annabelle fell back to the floor with an exhale.

She had noticed male—and sometimes female—students check out her gigantic captors. But usually they weren't so obvious and bold as the guy in the hoodie. Annabelle found it ironic that although it seemed keeping her a secret from the world was the giantesses' highest priority, they kept her against their massive cleavage—a place that everyone's eyes were already drawn. 

Annabelle closed her eyes, knowing that questioning the reasonings of her captors was pointless. Annabelle let the rhythmic pattern of Molly's giant heartbeat lull her into an almost-nap.

Suddenly, Annabelle jumped up as noise exploded all around her. Peering at her surroundings once again, she saw everyone packing up—class had ended. Quickly, before Molly could even stand up, several students flocked her desk. Annabelle backed into the necklace's wall, alarmed at the sudden presence of eager giants.

The girl with the pixie cut beamed at Molly, "Hi! My poetry club is having an open-mic on Friday. I'd be awesome if you could come."

At the same time, another guy leaned over Molly's desk, "Hey, my frat's having a party this Saturday if you want to stop by or whatever. You can bring your housemates too, it's chill."

"Well I—" Molly started when other students began to bombard her with equally inane invitations. Even Annabelle was starting to become overwhelmed. 

Another voice cut through the needy students. It was the hoodie guy who had been undressing Molly with his eyes.

"Sorry, but we need Molly for a student government meeting," he announced. Molly, acting quick on the out he had given her, stood up. Annabelle held onto the necklace's walls to steady herself from the movement.

"I'll catch you guys later," Molly said to the disappointed students. Before they could say anything else, Molly and the hoodie guy walked out of the classroom. They walked until they arrived at a large tree near the parking lot. Annabelle assumed it was so no one would see them. 

"Thanks for that," Annabelle heard Molly say, once there was no one around. 

The hoodie guy blushed deeply, "No problem," he muttered. Annabelle rolled her eyes. The guy was so easy to read, and someone as psychopathic as Molly, most likely could read him too. No doubt she was manipulating him like how the giantesses manipulated everyone they came across.

He shoved his hands into his hoodie, obviously trying to be nonchalant. "So, yeah, uh why did you stop coming by the student government office? We miss you over there," he grinned. 

Molly lied easily, "I miss helping out too, but you know my courses are a lot more demanding this semester and—"

"Do you need help? I can tutor you if that would help," Hoodie guy proposed eagerly. 

Annabelle shook as Molly laughed. It wasn't a genuine laugh—like the laugh she had made when she  chased Annabelle around her cereal bowl with a gigantic spoon—it was a flirty shallow laugh. 

"I'm okay, really Bennet," Annabelle heard Molly say. Annabelle glanced at the hoodie guy who was apparently named Bennet. He was staring at Molly's chest again.

"Are you sure?" He asked, dragging his eyes away from her breasts. 

"Yeah, really I just needed some time away from the student government. I just have other things I'd like to focus on," Molly said. Annabelle filled with dread as her massive fingers began to thoughtlessly spin her crystal cage between her fingers. Annabelle collided into the wall before landing on her ass.

Annabelle heard Molly's voice continue through her nausea, "It's not like I was ever an official officer anyway," Molly said with another fake laugh.

Bennet took a step closer, and Molly's hand covered Annabelle's cage. Annabelle was coated in a shadow of darkness. She could only hear the giants' voices.

"Do you want to be, though? I always thought you should be President, and if we made a petition I'm sure we could get Rebecca to step down. She could be your VP, honestly it's perfect—"

"Whoa," Molly stopped Bennet. "Listen, I'm fine just the way things are. I'll still help out when I can, but I just don't think it's a good idea to have the student government be led by a Trustee's daughter," she explained.

Annabelle bristled at the giantess' lies. She just wanted more free time to abuse Annabelle. But as Molly peeled her hand from the crystal, Annabelle could see Bennet bought her lie completely. 

"That sucks, but I get it. But hey, if you ever need any help with your homework, literally just ask. It's no big—"

Annabelle flinched as a familiar high-pitched voice seemed to pierce through the crystal.

"Molly, like, what are you literally doing? I'm hungry," Annabelle heard Harper's voice whine. The blonde approached from the parking lot, trudging along as if she were in pain.

Annabelle watched Bennet's face deepen with red as his blush intensified when he saw Harper. 

Harper finally noticed Bennet. Instantly, her moody face transformed into a cheerful smile. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, giving Molly an obvious smirk. 

Bennet, looking between the two co-eds, became even more flustered, "No, uh, that's okay. Totally my bad. I was over here talking Molly's ear off," he laughed nervously. 

Annabelle groaned. Maybe it was because she had only seen the giantesses mostly with their masks of humanity off, but Annabelle really didn't understand the appeal. Attractiveness could only take a person so far. She hadn't seen them demonstrate any talents or skills that warranted this level of obsession over them. 

Harper grabbed Molly's arm, swinging Annabelle along with the necklace, "See ya later," she said to Bennet. 

Annabelle couldn't see Molly's face, but she sounded as if she were smiling.

"Thanks again Bennet, I'll catch you later," she called as the giantesses walked away. Before Molly completely turned around, Annabelle got a good glimpse of Bennet. He had a huge dopey smile on his face as he waved. 

Annabelle cradled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. The giantesses really did use everyone and anyone in their own special way.

"What was that about?" Harper asked, as they headed towards Leah's car. Molly hesitated, before leaning closer to Harper and answering, "It's nothing. He's just a moth."

Annabelle was too mentally tired to think about what that could possibly mean. The only people they had compared to bugs were Shrinkees. Although, Annabelle wouldn't be surprised if it turned out they thought lesser of non-HDD sufferers too.

Annabelle once again was thrown against the crystal's wall as Molly climbed into the back seat of Leah's car with Harper.

"What the hell took you so long?" Naomi asked from the passenger's seat.

Harper answered as she put on her seatbelt. "Just a moth, who wouldn't let her go."

Naomi shook her head with a sigh, "Always so damn thirsty."

Annabelle was officially confused. 

Leah began to drive and Annabelle jerked forward a bit. "He was asking me why I hadn't been to the student government department in a while," Molly explained.

"What did you tell him?" Leah asked, amused. 

"I told him I don't want to go to the student government's office, because I'm trying to get a Shrinkee to imprint on me and I need as much face-to-face time as possible," Molly snarked. She let out a laugh, "What do you think I said? I told him I had too much homework to do."

"You should've told him to fuck off," Naomi inserted. 

Harper rolled her eyes, "Not all of us can, like, be all mean and bitchy and get away with it."

Naomi turned to Harper with a smirk, "What can I say, if you're gonna be an asshole, be consistent. That way people will respect you."

Leah scoffed, "I'm sure dressing vaguely like a dominatrix doesn't hurt."

Naomi retorted, "Better than an icy bitc—"

"What did Chef Dufort make today?" Harper said changing the subject. 

Leah paused, as if she was considering responding to Naomi's half-stated insult. She must have thought better, because instead she answered Harper, "Some pasta contraption." 

Annabelle's ears perked up. She had always suspected someone cooked for them. Now she was getting a name.

"Did he make dessert too?" Harper asked, pulling on Leah's seat like a child.

"I don't know," Leah sighed, "I think a lemon tart."

Harper deflated into her seat, "No," she whined. Annabelle was beyond disgusted with how spoiled these college students could be. She remembered the night when she and her friends stayed up late studying, and had missed their time to eat at the dinning hall. So they each bought three snacks from the vending machines in the dorms and had a midnight-picnic. 

Annabelle smiled wistfully. Every time she thought she had come to terms with shrinking, an old memory would remind her of all that she had lost.

"You can always ask for a specific dessert tomorrow," Leah suggested.

Harper crossed her arms underneath her massive chest. "That's not it, I wanted to give Poppy something sweet for dessert like last time since she really liked it."

Annabelle froze as dread rose in her. She could only imagine the embarrassing show Poppy put on for the giantesses while she had her body.

"That was so cute," Annabelle heard Molly agree, "I can't believe she jumped into the pie naked like that."

Blood rushed to Annabelle's face. Oh no. She buried her head in her hands. God, no. 

"She looked good enough to eat...almost," Naomi added, giving Leah a pointed look.

Leah's voice was strained, "I told you, no swallowing until I get the okay from your parents' lab. When they finish the study and they say it's safe, then you can go nuts."

Annabelle was too concerned about Poppy's time in her body to even start to worry about her impending trip down Naomi's gullet.  Annabelle didn't know whether to overwhelmed by her shame or fear. As Leah pulled into their driveway, Annabelle began considering all of the possible ways Poppy could've humiliated her. How was she supposed to face the giantesses like this?

Molly and the others exited the car and walked into the house. Annabelle continued to cradle her head in her hands. Why was she constantly finding herself at a disadvantage against her captors? 

The giantesses strolled into the kitchen, discussing their day as Leah retrieved a large pot of pasta that Annabelle supposed had been left in the oven by Chef Dufort. 

Even from the necklace, Annabelle could tell it looked delicious. The Shrinkee's fickle appetite sprung to life as she watched Leah serve each of the giantesses a plate of pasta.

Annabelle watched them devour the food with their enormous mouths. The tiny girl alternated between starving and wanting to go out and eat, and being too embarrassed to ever show her face in front of the giantesses again. 

Eventually, the decision was made for her. Molly gave a surprised and small yelp, "Oh, it's five minutes past Poppy's dinner time. I got distracted," she laughed.

Annabelle braced herself. Molly removed the necklace and placed it onto the table after twisting the top off. Instead of their overwhelming scents, the smell of pasta wafted through Annabelle's crystal. 

"Poppy, it's time for din-din," Molly sang. The other giantesses' faces lit up with excitement. Annabelle knew there was no use putting it off. 

She crawled out of the crystal to the expected booming squeals and cooing. 

"Good afternoon, Poppy, how are you?" Molly cooed. 

"I haven't seen you alllll day, because Molly slept late so we didn't have breakfast together," Harper said, glaring at Molly as she said the latter part of her greeting.

Harper turned back to Annabelle, "Did you miss me?" Harper beamed down at her.

Annabelle looked down at the island table. She opened her mouth but could barely speak, "I...uh," she started.

She felt Leah's massive form move closer, "Poppy? Are you okay?"

Annabelle said nothing and continued to look down. She was always afraid of the giantesses, but in that moment she felt particularly vulnerable. She had no idea how much time had passed since the "test", and she had no way of knowing what Poppy had done with her body. 

With a huge manicured finger, Leah lifted Annabelle's head up by her chin. Annabelle was forced to stare back into her scrutinizing emerald eyes.

Leah sighed, rustling Annabelle's pigtails, "Her imprinting episode is over," she admitted dejectedly. Though Annabelle could've sworn she saw the faintest of smiles across Leah's lips. The Shrinkee didn't even want to try to guess what the emerald-eyed giantess was thinking.

"Are you serious?" Molly pouted. 

Harper leaned in close, causing Annabelle to take a couple of steps back, "Are you sure?" She asked Leah, squinting down at Annabelle. 

"You guys can't tell?" Naomi asked, shoveling a forkful of pasta into her maw. She looked unbothered by the situation. 

"Oh, and you just knew right away?" Molly scoffed. 

Naomi nodded at Molly incredulously while she chewed her food. "When Poppy is having an episode, her voice is squeakier and she talks faster. She moves faster too. Non-episode Poppy is quieter and she always looks like she's thinking before she does anything. Plus, there's something about Poppy's face when she's having an episode. It's like she's missing something, like—"

"Fear," Leah finished for Naomi, her eyes still trained on Annabelle.

Annabelle was stunned. She had never taken Naomi for the observant type, but here she was, reading her like an open book. 

"But are you like, sure, sure, that the episode is over?" Harper asked. With her gigantic finger, she wiggled it against Annabelle's stomach, tickling the Shrinkee. 

"Poppy, what's your favorite thing about me today?" Harper asked with poorly veiled desperation. 

Annabelle grew even more confused. Harper asked her like this was a conversation they had frequently. She wasn't surprised to discover Poppy had enthusiastically accepted the role of adoring pet, but she was concerned that the giantesses and Poppy seemed to have an established routine. Just how long had she been out of it?

After Annabelle's confused silence, Harper pulled away from the Shrinkee with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I guess you're, like, right," she said dejectedly to Naomi. 

A spark of irritation lit up inside Annabelle. Their obvious disappointment infuriated her. They acted like their favorite toy had just run out of batteries. 

"Well, it was nice while it lasted," Molly sighed. She cut up a tiny piece of pasta and chicken from her plate and placed it into her palm. 

"Come eat-eat Poppy," Molly cooed. Annabelle's shame, once again engulfed her anger. Annabelle trudged over to Molly's huge hand and crawled onto her cushy palm. She resigned herself to the position they liked her in, and lowered herself to her knees. 

She remembered that despite whatever had happened with Poppy, she still had to act the part of the perfect pet for her father's sake.

Without using her hands, Annabelle began eating from Molly's palm. "You are such a good girl," Molly praised. 

Annabelle ignored the giantess and concentrated on eating. Despite the fact that the sweat from Molly's skin had tainted it, the food was still very delicious. 

Annabelle noticed how none of the giantesses seemed particularly heart-broken at Poppy's disappearance. She had figured there would be tears and bad moods all around, like last time, but they had taken it pretty well for the most part.

Above her, the giantesses continued to eat and discuss their days. In another blow to Annabelle's pride, she finished her small "meal" in the same amount of time it took the giantesses finish their own giant sized plates.

Without warning, Molly lifted her hand to her giant face, and Annabelle wobbled forward. As Molly opened her mouth to speak, the thick smell of pasta assaulted Annabelle's nostrils. 

"Okay Poppy, it's time to go with Leah now. You be a good girl for her too, all right?" Molly smiled with her enormous mouth.

Annabelle nodded timidly, hating what had become of her life. All she needed was just one opening to escape—just one. 

Molly's giant, pink lips crashed on top of Annabelle as she kissed her goodbye. Annabelle swallowed an irritated groan as the giant co-ed showered her with affection. 

After an impatient throat clearing from Leah, Molly begrudgingly transferred Annabelle into her gigantic hand.

The uncanny feeling of being placed from one enormous hand into another always gave Annabelle a special kid of uneasiness. Leah's palm didn't offer as much cushion as Molly's, but her slender fingers were longer and provided more room, making Annabelle slightly less terrified of falling miles and miles to a painful collision with the floor.

Leah smiled down at Annabelle with a certain glint in her eye that concerned Annabelle deeply. Though the giantesses never had a set time in which they would "use" her, Annabelle could usually bet on something sexual and unpleasant occurring when the sun went down.

"Oh shit, I forgot!" Naomi said, giving Annabelle a temporary delay from the masturbatory horrors to come.

Naomi grinned, displaying almost all of her gigantic white teeth. "Poppy's present came this morning. I put it in my room so we could all open it together," Naomi said, giddily. 

Annabelle flinched as Harper lurched forward and grabbed Naomi's arm, "It came? Are you serious?" She squealed.

"That was so fast," Molly said, amazed. 

Leah gave a small smile, "Shrink-Life Labs really is efficient," she praised.

Naomi beamed, "Come on, they only showed me the prototype, but I want to see the real thing."

The pit in Annabelle's stomach grew harder and denser. As the giantesses thundered up the stairs, Annabelle could only imagine the "present" they had in store for her. Whatever it was, she was sure she wasn't prepared for it.

The giantesses entered the room with giggles and declarations of excitement. They all gathered around Naomi's desk where a large cardboard box sat on top of it.  

Leah lowered Annabelle onto the desk. Like always, her bare feet tingled as they made contact with Naomi's cold desk, but as the giantesses leaned closer, the air became warmer.

With strength that Annabelle could no longer remember wielding, Naomi tore open the cardboard box. The loud tearing sound sent Annabelle's hands to her ears.

Instinctively, Annabelle ducked. Just opening up a box was overwhelming for her. 

"Oh wow," she heard Harper breathe. 

When Annabelle looked up the box was gone. In its place was what could only be described as a hamster wire-cage. The pit in the Shrinkee's stomach grew.

High pitched squeals of wonder rang around Annabelle, with the unboxing of her "present". A gigantic warm hand came from behind Annabelle, inciting her own squeal of surprise. 

Feeling the softness of the palm against her her legs, Annabelle knew it was Molly. The giant college student pushed her tiny body forward, until she stopped right in front of the cage.

With her other enormous hand, she opened the latch on the front of the cage. She pulled the latch and a very short stairway lowered itself in front of Annabelle.

The Shrinkee's head was hurting from trying to comprehend what was happening so quickly. 

Annabelle turned around to face the towering co-eds. They looked down at her with bright eyes. 

"Go look inside, Poppy," Leah urged her. 

Annabelle glanced at the cage before returning to the giantesses. She bit her lip, "Um...what is this?" She asked.

Brief confusion passed over the giantesses faces until Naomi's lit up with realization. "I forgot," she sighed, "Poppy was having an episode when talked about this."

The other giantesses faces made similar "O" shapes with their mouths. Annabelle, however, did not share in their understanding. She only felt more anxious and confused.

Seeing the Shrinkee's confusion, Harper explained, "Poppy do you remember when you were such a good girl and didn't answer the phone during the test?" She said patting Annabelle's head with her huge finger. She didn't wait for Annabelle to respond. 

"We decided that because you were so good, we would give you a treat. We let you pick anything you wanted, and you picked this," Harper chirped.

Annabelle turned back to the hamster cage, her heart sinking. She could've picked anything. Anything. And Poppy picked an actual physical jail cell in the midst of her entrapment. 

She was fucking her over out of pure spite.  

"You designed it yourself. You had very specific requests," Molly giggled.

Annabelle clenched her fists. She figured she should get this over with as soon as possible. Annabelle climbed a single step before being hit with the most poignant scent she had ever experienced. Her throat instinctively tightened and she clasped her hands over her nostrils. 

The giantesses, of course, erupted into laughter. Annabelle fought the urge to flip them off, and focused on entering the cage. She finished her climb, with the smell getting more and more intense as she ascended up the stairs.

When she reached the top of the short stairway, she was able to fully see the inside of the cage. It was definitely nothing like Annabelle could've ever expected. Instead of animal bedding covering the floor like Annabelle anticipated, a multicolored fabric was placed down instead. It almost looked to be like a carpet-like texture. 

They cage also had things Annabelle expected. Attached to the wall of the cage was a water bottle that actually looked like it was taken straight from a hamster's cage. Next to it, was a bright pink doggy bowl that read, POPPY.

Disgusted by the pet supplies, Annabelle looked to the other side of the wall. Although, she realized it wasn't much better. Stationed against the wall was a bed—or what was supposed to be a bed. Even from the cage's entrance, she could see that although the bed frame appeared impressively well made and normal for a Shrinkee, the "mattress" and "blanket" left...a lot to be desired. 

From her spot in the entrance, Annabelle couldn't see what the mattress was comprised of, but she could clearly see the blanket on top of the bed was made from a pair of giant panties.

Before she could think about the implications, Annabelle was sent to the cage's "floor" when a giant finger pushed her forward. Ignoring the hyena-like cackling from outside the cage, Annabelle noticed something strange about the "floor".

The material felt damp, and the Shrinkee realized that's where the smell—or really—smells were coming from. Annabelle lifted herself to her knees and traced her hand over the floor. She raised her hand to her nose.

The familiar smell attacked her nostrils and brain. She quickly stood up, disgusted. "This is..." she looked at the "floor". She couldn't bring herself to say the words.

"They really can work wonders over there in the labs," Annabelle heard Naomi say. "I didn't really understand what you meant when you said you wanted 'a floor made of our socks', but it looks really good."

"Like actual carpet!" Harper added.

Annabelle felt the pasta rising up. She closed her eyes and focused on keeping it down. Although it was hard not to vomit when she thought of her toes scrunched up between the fibers of what she now knew as the giantesses' revolting used socks. 

Deciding to rip the band-aid off, Annabelle gingerly trudged over to the bed. Like she had noticed before, the "blanket" was an obviously used pair of purple panties. 

Using the very tips of her finger nails, Annabelle peeled the panties back to get a look at the mattress. As she did so, an even more pungent smell wafted into the air. The Shrinkee coughed and turned away from the intense stink. Before she had recoiled away from the bed, she had seen what the "mattress" truly was: multiple socks stacked on top of each other. 

"Isn't it great?" Harper asked, her massive form bending down and peering into the cage.

"You certainly have an eye for interior design," Leah chuckled. 

Annabelle cursed Poppy internally. Only that idiotic hallucination could've asked for something so asinine. Annabelle could've requested something useful, something that might help her escape. Instead she was stuck with a prison filled with used underwear and socks. 

"Check this out, Poppy," Naomi said. Her giant black-painted nail tapped against a corner on top of the cage's wire walls. 

A black orb-like object was attached to the wall. Annabelle neared the orb as if she expected it to attack her at any second. 

Another object hitting the outside of the cage broke her trance. Annabelle turned to the noise to see Naomi holding up her cellphone. On the screen was a photo of Annabelle.

Annabelle narrowed her eyes and peered at the phone. The photo moved with her. Annabelle jumped back and turned to the black orb and back again to the phone.

Naomi's wide mouth transformed into a grin. "It's a camera!" She announced, "Now we can see you even when you're in here."

Annabelle's mouth dried up again. Her mind tried to come up with any reason why they might need a camera for the cage, but once again, her mind could not even begin to predict the giantesses' logic.

Molly's chubby face lowered to the cage's wall next to Naomi's. She raised her own giant finger, "There should be a panel on that wall, press number 3," she ordered. 

Annabelle, now just allowing herself to ride through this insane progression of events, listened to Molly. She was right, next to the entrance was a panel that had a speaker and numbers one through four. Annabelle pressed the third key button and a ringing chimed out through the cage. 

Moments later, another louder ringing came from outside. Annabelle looked over to Molly whose smile was expanding by the second. She lifted up her own phone and answered, "Yes, my sweet Poppy?" 

Annabelle heard the same phrase emit from the panel in front of her. She exhaled slowly, trying not to show her utter disappointment. Four numbers, four giantesses. 

As the giantesses revealed which number belonged to who, Annabelle couldn't help but be impressed by the innovativeness of both Poppy's design and Shrink-Labs for bringing it to life. 

From the floor made up of the giantesses' socks to the speed dial and cameras, each tiny detail made the cage that more tortuous. 

She truly hated it. What's more is, she didn't understand why they even agreed to have it made. 

Annabelle realized she needed some answers before she drowned in all of her questions. She thought of the best way to actually obtain real answers from the giantesses, when she realized the answer was literally right in front of her.

The Shrinkee pressed the number 1 on the panel. She could hear Naomi giggling from outside the cage as her phone rang. 

"Yes Poppy?" She cooed, picking up her phone. 

Annabelle paused before asking, "Uh, Goddess? Why do I need a cage if I'm with you and the, uh, other Goddesses all the time?"

"Do you not like the cage widdle Poppy? Because you picked out every single thing in there," Naomi responded.

"N-No that's not it, I just wanted to know if..." Annabelle swallowed even through her throat was as dry a desert. She took a deep breath and continued, "I just wanted to know if you were...getting bored with me."

As soon as she said it, Annabelle wanted to rip her own tongue out and wash it under the sink. The giantesses, on the other hand, erupted into a cacophony of cooing and objections of Annabelle's claim. 

"Of course not Poppy," Naomi's voice was oozing with pity. 

"We could never get bored of you," Harper said, reaching over and unsuccessfully attempting to wiggle her finger through the gaps in between the wires of the cage. 

Seeing Harper fail at stroking her, caused Annabelle to appreciate the hamster-like design of the cage for the first time.

Molly nodded, adding, "In fact, that's why we thought the enclosure was such a good idea. We kept getting distracted taking you to class everyday. Plus, there's always the risk of something happening and someone possibly seeing you. We thought that if you stayed home for a couple of days, it would be safer," Molly explained.

Annabelle turned away so they wouldn't see a grin break out on her face. They were basically saying that they planned on leaving her alone in the house, some days of the week. That cleared up a lot of things. It also explained why she was in the necklace during Molly's class and not underneath her foot.

Annabelle could've cried from happiness. This could be her out! Of course there was still a camera and a locked door, but if they were leaving her alone then that was just one more step to them letting their guards completely down.

The entrance to the cage closed as the stairs were retracted and the latch was locked back into place. 

Leah's manicured hand made sure everything was secured, before grabbing the cage's handle. "This was fun and all, but Poppy and I have some errands to do in my room."

Ignoring the disappointed sighs and grumbles from the other giantesses, Leah lifted the cage from the desk and Annabelle's body was thrown to the floor. Not wanting a face full of their socks, the tiny girl tried to stand up, but Leah's movements made it impossible. Annabelle experienced flashbacks to her time in the flower vase when Leah had turned it upside down. 

The giantess' movements weren't nearly has pain-inducing now, but they caused a lot of nausea for the Shrinkee. Annabelle held onto one of the cage's wires as Leah strolled towards her room.

It was a short journey from Naomi's bedroom to Leah's but Annabelle felt every step. When Leah finally placed her cage on top of her desk, Annabelle had fallen to the sock-floor. 

The Shrinkee watched from floor and beyond the wire-walls of the cage, as Leah plopped onto her bed. She grabbed her laptop, which laid on her bed, and opened it. 

After a few minutes of silent browsing, Annabelle began to suspect that Leah had momentarily forgotten about her. It was a pleasant surprise. The Shrinkee gathered herself up and glanced around her cage awkwardly. She looked over to the "bed". There was nowhere to sit. 

She didn't even want to be in the cage, let alone touch anything in it. 

"How are you liking your widdle room, Poppy?" 

Leah's voice nearly gave Annabelle a heart attack. She had been so deep in her trance of disgust, she had forgotten about the giantess.

When Annabelle glanced her way, she saw that Leah's cloying voice was matched with a smug expression. 

Anger sparked within the Shrinkee. "It's perfect," she responded, evenly. 

She was still the "perfect pet", and she wouldn't let Leah get to her—at least she wouldn't show the giantess that she was getting to her.

With her same smirk, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it now? I'm so happy for you. Maybe we should get a little wheel that you can run in."

Annabelle bristled. She didn't know what the hell Leah's problem was, but her attitude was pissing Annabelle off more than usual. The giantesses typically alternated between "innocuously"—in their opinion—teasing Annabelle, and cooing over her like a puppy. 

But it felt like Leah was trying to instigate something. As if to prove her point, Leah opened the cage and wrapped her large, slender fingers around Annabelle's tiny body.

Annabelle stayed absolutely still in Leah's hand, not wanting to give her any behavior to "punish". Like the mountain she was, Leah shifted on the bed and laid across the huge surface. She sat up against the headboard, allowing her long legs to splay out in front of her. Her laptop rested on top of her thighs. Wordlessly, she set Annabelle on the corner of the computer, in front of her keyboard.

The Shrinkee's body tingled as the purr of the laptop lightly shook her body. Having few other places to look, Annabelle took in the massive screen in front of her. The laptop displayed a word document with several paragraphs typed in.

A quick glance revealed it was some kind of research paper—maybe for a history or civics class.

Once again, Leah's booming voice broke through Annabelle's thoughts, "I still have so much to do," she sighed. "You're so lucky you don't have to worry about annoying essays like this."

The tiny girl bit down so hard on her tongue that the metallic taste of blood tainted her mouth. Annabelle tried to keep her eyes onto the screen, but Leah's gigantic finger forced her chin to rise, so the Shrinkee and the massive co-ed were locked in an intense staring contest. Instead of shrinking under her gaze like Leah most likely wanted, Annabelle stood unwavering, and continued the eye contact with her captor. 

Leah's finger began scratching Annabelle's chin. "All you have to do is wear your cute widdle outfits and play all day," Leah cooed. 

Although the lower portion of Leah's face was hidden by her breasts, Annabelle could still see Leah's head cock at her, as if she were waiting for Annabelle to respond in a way not fitting of a "perfect pet".

"Goddess?" Annabelle said, maintaining her composure, "Are you upset with me?" She asked directly. 

Leah's smile faded into a stoic expression that pierced into Annabelle's tiny form. Her gigantic hand retreated from Annabelle's chin. Although the Shrinkee was deeply unnerved by the giantess' sudden change in mood, she refused to back down from the giant college student's gaze.

The air froze between them as neither moved an inch. Leah's facial muscles relaxed and a small smile returned to her lips. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Poppy," Leah finally said. 

Annabelle had no clue how to proceed. She needed to ask Leah questions about her mental vacation—particularly she needed to know just how long she had been "away". But there was no way she could ask Leah while she was...well Annabelle didn't know what was wrong with her. 

Leah sighed again, blowing air against Annabelle and ruffling her pig tails. She looked past Annabelle, at her essay. Her emerald eyes returned to Annabelle. 

"You know Poppy, I haven't been using you to your fullest potential," Leah said. "This essay is really giving me a hard time," she admitted.

Annabelle's heart jumped. She glanced at the essay from her peripheral, it had been so long since she had done anything academic. 

When Annabelle had been accepted into Queenston, it wasn't the elitism or parties that excited her, but all the resources the university had available for research. Unlike her classmates, Annabelle actually enjoyed completing her school work. She found it relaxing, like finishing a puzzle on a Sunday afternoon.

Annabelle looked up at Leah, waiting for permission. This was the first chore one of the giantesses had given her that didn't want to make her scream her voice hoarse. 

The Shrinkee shook as Leah tapped the laptop's surface with her manicured fingers. "If you could help me out, that would be great, Poppy," Leah smiled at Annabelle.

Annabelle only allowed herself to return a small smile to her gigantic captor. She didn't want to seem too eager. 

"Yes, Goddess," Annabelle nodded, respectfully.

Leah's smile widened, "Great, this essay is really stressing me out and I could use a foot rub from the best widdle Shrinkee ever."

Annabelle's smile fell, "What?" She squeaked. 

Leah smiled, the first genuine smile she had given since they had come into her room. "I asked if you could massage my feet while I write my essay," Leah said.

Disappointment flooded into Annabelle, then fury wrapped in frustration. How could have she been so stupid? She had fallen right into Leah's trap. The Shrinkee thought she had learned not to get her hopes up around the giantesses, but just one mention of homework, and she was fooled. 

Looking up at Leah's bright and grinning face, it was obvious she was pleased that Annabelle had been tricked, if even for something as stupid and seemingly inconsequential as not helping with an essay. She so obviously drank up the Shrinkee's dismay with vigor. 

The giantess grabbed Annabelle, wrapping her gigantic powerful, yet gentle fingers around the Shrinkee. She raised her to her lips. Annabelle's head was engulfed as Leah's plush lips pressed against her. Annabelle could still smell the lingering pasta, and the constant scent that followed Leah around—cinnamon. Annabelle had been with the giantess almost every second of the day, but she never saw her wear any lotion or perfume that would cause her to smell like the sugary spice. Frustratingly for Annabelle, it seemed to be her natural scent.

"Thank you so much, widdle Poppy," Leah said, not waiting for Annabelle to even respond. Leah bent forward and placed Annabelle near the end of the bed. Wind rushed past Annabelle and her surroundings turned into a blur. She found herself at the foot of the bed. Leah's own gigantic feet seemed to be heading straight for her as the giantess unbent her legs. 

Annabelle jumped out of the way before the enormous peds crashed into her. The plushy nature of the comforter made it difficult to keep her balance and Annabelle tripped onto her face.

She lifted herself up, trying to not let Leah see her even more humiliated than she already was. Annabelle was reminded of a less potent scent of her cage's floor as she walked up to Leah's gigantic socked feet.

They were plain black ankle socks that covered feet that were a little more than twice the size of Annabelle's tiny body.

Once again, Leah bent forward, this time she hovered over the Shrinkee. Her grin threatened to reach her ears. Slowly, the giantess peeled off her socks, as if she were performing a strip tease. Annabelle struggled to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

Leah finally removed the socks, unleashing the pure stench of her feet. Annabelle was sure that if she had been her former size she wouldn't have noticed any odor from Leah's feet. But there were certain things only Shrinkees were privy to when their environment expanded a hundredfold.  

Lucky her.

Annabelle, wanting to end this as soon as possible, raised her arms to start. However, before she could touch the flesh, Leah tapped her head with her massive toe. Annabelle stumbled backwards, the force of the foot proving to powerful to fight against. 

"Thank you so much," Leah cooed, tapping her enormous toe against Annabelle's face. Annabelle clenched her facial muscles and made sure to keep her mouth closed. 

Finally, the giantess stopped and she returned to her essay with a smile. Annabelle sighed when she was out of Leah's eye line. Honestly, Leah's sudden shift in mood was deeply concerning. Every move she made—especially when it came to developing an escape plan—relied on the Shrinkee being able to predict the giantesses' moves. 

Annabelle returned to Leah's right foot and began massaging it. The two weeks—as far as she knew—she had spent with the giantesses had made her an expert in many things she'd never expected before she shrank. Massaging giant feet was one of these things.

She kneaded Leah's soft foot flesh underneath her palms. The light layer of sweat on the foot, unnoticeable by giants, dampened her hands. The first time Annabelle had attempted to massage one of the giantesses' foot had resulted in laughter and her tiny body squished underneath a massive sole. 

But now Annabelle knew exactly how to get the best results. A fact that was exemplified by Leah's soft humming from the other side of the bed. Although the act of rubbing a foot larger than herself was still utterly humiliatingly for the Shrinkee, Annabelle much preferred to be standing while massaging a giant foot than having the air squeezed out of her while underneath one.

It was also a great way to release some of her aggression towards the giantesses. She was so small, that any contact she made against the foot had to contain all of her strength if she wanted the giantesses to feel anything other than a slight tickle.

Annabelle shoved her hands into Leah's flesh. She imagined that it was Leah's face she was shoving. "Fucking bitch," Annabelle muttered as she dug into the skin.

Leah's foot twitched, which meant Annabelle was doing a passable job. As Annabelle made her way down to Leah's giant heel, she thought about Leah's change in behavior. 

She had seemed fine during dinner. She hadn't been as disappointed as Harper or Molly about the imprinting episode ending. In fact, Annabelle noticed that Leah appeared pleased by Annabelle's return. 

But that didn't make sense.

Annabelle frowned as she switched from massaging with her hands to kneading Leah's huge foot with her elbow. The main goal of the giantesses was to get her to imprint on one of them. 

Unless...

Annabelle paused her kneading for a second while she considered the giantesses' plans. She might have been missing something—something big.

Annabelle's thoughts were interrupted as she was scooped up by the giantess' toes and sandwiched in between Leah's giant feet. Annabelle didn't even have time to gather enough air to scream from the sudden act. Her body was pressed between the massive flesh of the two sweaty appendages. 

"Why did you stop rubbing, Poppy?" Leah's muffled voice chided. To Annabelle, everything sounded as if it were underwater. The only things that filled her ears was the sound of Leah's skin rubbing against itself. Annabelle's body became damp with Leah's and her own sweat. Her bones creaked with the amount of pressure Leah pressed against her with her giant feet. Even if her eyes weren't closed, Annabelle wouldn't have been able to see anything beyond the darkness in between Leah's feet.

Annabelle prayed that her arms wouldn't snap as Leah played with her body, rolling it along the sticky and damp flesh of her soles. 

Eventually she stopped, but to Annabelle's mortification, she had gotten stuck onto Leah's sole. She was too exhausted to attempt to pry herself from the sweaty foot. 

She felt a rush of air as Leah moved her giant foot closer to her face. Annabelle finally opened her eyes, an action she instantly regretted as the salt from Leah's sweat burned them. Tears formed in Annabelle's eyes and she saw Leah's giant expression light up further.

"Oh don't cry," Leah hummed, smiling wide. With her perfect manicure, she peeled Annabelle from her foot. She set her onto her palm, laying the Shrinkee on her back.

Leah just stared at Annabelle for a moment, seeming content, before Annabelle heard her close her laptop. Annabelle was jostled as Leah set her computer onto the floor.

Annabelle almost started crying for real. She hated having the giantesses' full attention. Nothing good ever came out of it. 

Leah sat up against her headboard and crossed her legs. She began to stroke Annabelle's sweaty body. Annabelle panted and inwardly groaned as she recognized a familiar and lust filled look in the giantess' eyes. 

"I...have a...question," Annabelle panted. The words were out of her mouth before they had barely been a thought in her head.

Leah's smile grew wider. "Ask away, my adorable widdle Shrinkee," Leah chirped.

"How long was I gone?" Annabelle asked. She much would have liked to ask his question when she wasn't a lump of putty, literally lying in Leah's giant palm.

A flash of confusion replaced Leah's smug expression, before realization hit her. "You mean your imprinting episode?" 

Annabelle nodded. She had finally caught her breath, but she knew better than to sit up right now. She knew the giantesses liked her vulnerable. 

Leah stared silently at Annabelle once more, however, this time Annabelle knew exactly what she was thinking. 

Which is why she wasn't surprised at all when Leah suddenly said, "Actually, I changed my mind. Let's play a game."

Although Annabelle had been expecting it, she still wasn't able to quell the fear in her heart she felt from Leah's proposal. 

Leah placed Annabelle onto her bed, while the mountain of a woman stood up. Annabelle turned around as Leah began to undress. 

"No Poppy, look," Leah ordered with a light, but firm tone. Annabelle grimaced as she returned to her original position. From high above, Leah stared down at the Shrinkee. She slowly took off her shirt. 

"I know you were disappointed earlier because you wanted to help me with my essay," Leah said. Annabelle could tell she wanted her words to come off as soft, but they still boomed in the Shrinkee's ears. 

Leah continued, removing her top completely. Annabelle watched her massive breasts jiggle in an expensive looking black bra.

"Since you like writing so much, Poppy, give me three adjectives to describe my body," Leah purred. 

Annabelle's body tingled as a warmth washed over her. She didn't know if it was from embarrassment or anger, but she decided to focus on the task at hand and not think too deeply of it. 

Annabelle glanced at the body in question. It was the closest thing to perfection Annabelle had ever seen. There were no blemishes on her smooth skin. Her stomach was firm and her curves were proportional. She was definitely beautiful—all of the giantesses were.

But beautiful was different from sexy, and Annabelle knew Leah wanted her to think of her as sexy. This is where Annabelle found herself at an impasse. Any potential view of the giantesses in a "sexy" manner had been eradicated when she had witnessed them gleefully massacring dozens of people. 

The giantesses had been very successful at eliciting involuntary physical arousal from the Shrinkee, but that never changed Annabelle's opinion of them. In fact it made them that much more monstrous in her eyes. Therefore, Annabelle had gotten pretty skillful at saying what the giantesses wanted to hear from her—though that didn't mean it was easy for her to say.

"B-Beguiling," Annabelle stammered. 

Leah raised an eyebrow, "What was that, Poppy?"

Annabelle stood up straighter and yelled it up at the giantess, "Beguiling!" 

Leah laughed, shaking her breasts as she did so, "Such a big word for a widdle girl," she smirked at Annabelle. She nodded, "Keep going."

Annabelle hesitated as Leah wiggled out of her bottoms. The giantess was left in her undergarments. 

"Pretty," Annabelle answered. 

Leah made a face, "I mean, obliviously." She shook her head and tsked, "You can do better than that, Poppy."

Annabelle considered telling her one of the many adjectives she thought of for the giantesses throughout the day. Arrogant. Spoiled. Entitled. Ignorant. 

Leah unclasped her bra, and let it fall behind her. Annabelle was surprised to find herself blushing as she took in Leah's round breasts. Her perfect pink areolas were displayed high and perky for the Shrinkee to see.

"Tempting," the word passed her lips without a thought. Her blush intensified when she realized what she had said. 

Poppy. That was definitely Poppy talking Annabelle told herself. Just a nano-second imprinting episode. She wouldn't believe anything else.

Leah's eyes narrowed and her smile widened. She obviously approved of Annabelle's word choice. Slowly, she traced her giant fingers along her hips until they wrapped themselves around the waistline of her panties. The giantess gradually pulled them down until her trimmed pussy was on display. 

She stepped out of her panties and picked up a very still Annabelle. She leaned in so close, Annabelle could feel the air from her nostrils hitting her skin. 

"Wet," Leah breathed, giving her own word. 

Annabelle was silent as the giantess returned to her bed, this time lying down so only her head was against the headboard. 

She set Annabelle onto her stomach. The Shrinkee was able to feel and hear the giant organism working beneath the expansive flesh, still digesting the pasta no doubt. 

"You had questions for me?" Leah asked, surprising Annabelle. 

The Shrinkee opened her mouth to respond, but Leah cut her off, "Let's keep playing then. How's this? You can ask me all the questions you want."

Annabelle waited for her to finish, waiting for the massive task that would be between her and just a little bit of piece of mind.

The giantess did not disappoint.  "...If you can make me cum in under fifteen minutes," she finished. 

Annabelle paled. This had not been what she was expecting. Up until this moment, she had been used as a sex toy. They picked her up and inserted her where they wanted her. Not once had Annabelle actually been "a part" of the experience. 

She found that to be the one silver lining of the situation. She was never a participant, always a victim. But what Leah was asking her to do was...

No.

"No," Annabelle said. She was as surprised to hear herself say the word aloud. 

Leah did not have the reaction Annabelle expected. She laughed, loud and genuine, knocking Annabelle to her knees. 

"No?" She said through laughter.

Annabelle felt embarrassed for some inexplicable reason, but she held her ground.

She nodded, "No." She said it sternly, as if speaking the word like a disappointed teacher would give her more power.

Leah smiled at Annabelle, but they way she looked at her, showed that she was considering something.

"No," she nodded, as if she was actually respecting Annabelle's decision.

Just like that, Annabelle was upside down, high in the air. Before she had even known that Leah had grabbed her, the giantess was dangling her directly above her open mouth. 

If Annabelle had been able to think clearly, she might have remembered a conversation earlier when Leah herself had explicitly told Naomi not to swallow Annabelle just yet. 

Although even if she had remembered it, it wouldn't have mattered, because when a person is dangling above a giant mouth, it doesn't matter if they were told they won't get eaten—what matters is the terrifying mouth below them.

Annabelle screamed as she was lowered towards the gaping maw. Leah's gigantic pink tongue wiggled around in anticipation. Strands of saliva stretched across Leah's pink mouth. Tears clouded Annabelle's vision and her heart beat nearly drowned out her screams.

The air turned humid and thick. Leah's perfect white teeth glistened with saliva. Annabelle screamed and withered, trying to escape by any means. 

When the tip of Leah's eager tongue pressed against the top of Annabelle's head, the Shrinkee remembered how to speak. 

"Okay! Okay! Please! I'll do it, Please!" She begged.

Leah's hand stopped moving, and Annabelle cried, inches above Leah's lips. Leah's tongue slithered on top of Annabelle's face. The Shrinkee's face was coated in her saliva. Annabelle thought she was experiencing the beginnings of being swallowed, when she found herself suddenly returned to Leah's stomach. 

With an intense relief Annabelle didn't think she could experience, she began wiping the tears and spit from her face. 

She removed the spit from her eye, but the tears kept coming. A heavy weight landed on top of her head. Annabelle flinched, thinking somehow it was Leah's tongue coming back for seconds, but she realized it was just the giantess' finger, petting her.

"Shh, it's okay Poppy," she soothed. "All is forgiven. Now, let's move on with the game." She retracted her finger.

Annabelle bit down on her bottom lip to keep from crying. This was not how she envisioned her life going. She shook her head, trying to keep herself from spiraling. She was a survivor, she just had to close her emotions off. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't Freak out. 

"Strip," Leah said, piercing through Annabelle's mantra.

Annabelle took a deep breath and let released it. She began unbuttoning her shirt. The "ground" underneath her, started to move as Leah's breathing grew heavier.

Annabelle looked up at the giantess. Her green eyes were locked onto her. Although she was embarrassed, Annabelle knew she had the advantage in this game. The giantesses were insatiable, and the Shrinkee suspected that they were always just a little wet whenever they interacted with her.  

Annabelle removed the rest of her clothes. She hesitated before undoing her pigtails. The potential of having her vision impaired was worth the lust that filled Leah's eyes as Annabelle's wavy red hair cascaded down her back. 

Annabelle once again jumped when Leah's hand approached her. The hand past her and reached for the Shrinkee's clothes. The giantess carelessly tossed them onto the floor. 

After a moment of absorbing Annabelle's naked form, Leah finally spoke. "Because you were being naughty, I'm not going to give you back the time you wasted. So now you have ten minutes to make me cum," she revealed. 

Annabelle knew there was no use fighting the giantess' fickle decisions, so she simply nodded. 

Annabelle looked around the landscape that was Leah's body. She knew all of the giantesses' different erogenous zones. They had used her enough that she knew exactly where each of their buttons were. 

Still, it was one thing to know what to do, and another thing to actually do it. Annabelle recognized this as another "test"—another way to send her deeper into the role of pet.

"Time is ticking," Leah giggled.

Annabelle steeled herself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out. She took a step forward towards the hill sized breasts. Leah giggled with Annabelle's footsteps. Leah's sensitivity boded well for the Shrinkee. Hopefully, she could make her cum with just her breasts.

As Annabelle reached the gelatinous mounds, she realized that she was going to have to do some climbing. She was in between the two hills. They towered over her in a humiliating manner, slightly moving with the giantess' every inhale and exhale. Annabelle turned to Leah's left breast. She place a hand and slid it over her flesh. Even in this harrowing situation, Annabelle had to notice the almost silk-like texture of the giantess' skin.

With Annabelle's touch, Leah took a sharp inhale. Both the noise and movement startled Annabelle, but she knew she didn't the time to be frightened. Annabelle grabbed onto Leah's hilled flesh. Surprisingly, her massive breasts were easy to handle. The Shrinkee was able to grab a hold of handfuls of her breast fat and lift herself up. Her bare feet almost seemed to absorb themselves into Leah's squishy boob. 

With less time than Annabelle expected it to take, she reached the peak of Leah's breast. From her peripheral, she could see Leah staring at her. She could feel the intensity behind her eyes. Annabelle ignored the giantess and focused on her goal. 

Standing at attention in the center of Leah's breast, was a pink nipple. It was the size of a bowl to the Shrinkee. Annabelle trudged towards it, noticing her feet would sometimes step on the pink bumps on Leah's rosy areola. 

Wind was blowing around Annabelle, as she kneeled next to the perky nub. Leah was breathing heavily, just from the anticipation. The Shrinkee, wanting to build up on that erotic tension, slowly placed her hands onto the giant nipple. 

Despite how fearful Annabelle was, she knew frantically abusing the nipple wouldn't get her the results she needed. She had to be strategic about this. Annabelle began moving her hands sideways, increasing and decreasing the pressure she placed sporadically. 

The effect was instant. The ground shook slightly, as Leah's heart raced from underneath her breast. Leah let out a small moan. Annabelle moved her hands higher, to the top of the nipple. It was practically jutting out from Leah's breast. The usually perky thing was extremely erect. 

Like for most women, the top of Leah's nipple was very sensitive. Annabelle decided to increase the pressure again. She groped the pink nub, kneading it and rubbing it like clay. Annabelle's legs grew warmer as Leah's body heated up with arousal. The giantess' eyes were fluttering and her moaning was getting louder. 

Annabelle went in for the kill. 

"Goddess Leah?" She called out to the aroused co-ed. 

Leah's green eyes opened up fully. Although she tried to hide it, her face conveyed obvious disappointment that Annabelle had stopped her sexual endeavors. 

"Yes Poppy?" Leah moaned, still in the throes of her arousal.

Annabelle pushed down her embarrassment as the next words passed from her lips, "Watch me, please."

Before Leah could respond, Annabelle lowered her head and kissed the top of Leah's massive nipple. Annabelle didn't have to look at Leah to know she was exactly where she wanted her to be. Leah moaned loudly. Annabelle held on tighter to the nipple as her giant body shifted. The giantess rubbed her ass into the mattress. Her hips were slowly grinding against the bed. 

Annabelle knew she was almost there. The Shrinkee lifted her gaze so she and the giantess' eyes were locked onto one another. Annabelle maintained eye contact as she once again lowered her head. This time she opened her mouth. Her tiny pink tongue made contact with Leah's nipple. The Shrinkee dragged it across the nipple's surface, like a tiny broom. She felt every bump, ridge, and wrinkle on the giantess' nipple. Soon her saliva covered the entire top of Leah's nipple, the Shrinkee's eyes never leaving Leah's.

Instantly, Leah reacted. She groaned and moaned, as she closed her eyes and threw her head back. Annabelle watched the giantess react and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. She had caused that. The Shrinkee knew the situation itself was sick and entirely fucked up, but for the first time since she'd shrunk, she felt powerful. She was able to actually move a mountain—or really— a mountain sized college student. 

When Leah finally stopped withering around, Annabelle called out to her, "Goddess?"

Leah's eyes were still closed, "Why did you stop, Poppy?"

Annabelle froze, "W-What? I thought you—"

Leah was still breathing heavily, "No. Almost—Poppy—almost, but no."

Annabelle ran her fingers through her hair. She had gotten too cocky. 

"If you don't believe me, you can check. In fact, it I were you, I'd be down there soon. You have five minutes left," Leah said.

Annabelle bit her lip. She turned around and glanced at Leah's mound in the distance. She had no choice. Annabelle gathered herself to her feet and slid down Leah's breast, inciting a giggle from the giantess. The Shrinkee quickly made her way across Leah's firm stomach, causing more laughter to emit from the giantess as her tiny feet tickled her skin.

Annabelle soon made it to Leah's mound. She didn't jump down to face Leah's lower lips just yet. She hoped she wouldn't have to. Annabelle kneeled down and peered over from the top. She had a flashback to when she had looked down from Molly's pelvis the first night she had shrunk. The Shrinkee boy's guts had been stretched out to oblivion when Molly had crushed him in between her thighs.

The Shrinkee shook her head. Nope, she had to concentrate on completing the task. Annabelle lowered herself onto her stomach. Leah's neatly trimmed bush tickled the Shrinkee's entire body as Annabelle laid down. Annabelle's head was right over the ledge of Leah's pelvis. The air was hot and thick, and Annabelle was bombarded with Leah's natural cinnamon scent and the very potent smell of natural lubricant. 

Annabelle lowered her arms and peeled apart the top section of Leah's lower lips. In the distance, Annabelle heard Leah moan from her touch. The Shrinkee wasted no more time. Although, Leah was sopping wet,

the Shrinkee had no trouble finding what she was looking for.

At the very top, in between Leah's lips, was another pink nub, although this one was much smaller than the giantess' nipple. Usually, Annabelle didn't have a good opportunity to actually see any of the giantesses' "buttons" due to the chaotic and aggressive way in which they would masturbate with her. But due to her own sex, and the advantage of being small enough to find it, Annabelle knew exactly where to look. 

Annabelle, feeling time slip away from her, jumped right into it. She peeled back the hood of Leah's giant clit. Just that action caused Leah to give out a guttural moan. Annabelle grabbed the pink button and rubbed as hard as she could. 

At normal size, due to the button's extreme sensitivity, that would've been a big No-No. But Annabelle's size made it difficult for the giantesses to feel anything she did. So Annabelle calculated approximately how much force she would need to use for it to be pleasurable.  

If Leah's reaction was any indicator, Annabelle had got it completely right. Annabelle had to hold onto Leah's small bush as the giantess' body suddenly turned into a mechanical bull. Annabelle's legs were lifted into the air as Leah's hips bucked. Knowing she was close, Annabelle released one hand from her pubic hair and continued to rub her clit. It was insanely difficult to keep steady while Leah bucked and grinded her hips, but Annabelle was determined.

"Oh god," Leah moaned. "Ohhhh Poppyyyy!"

Annabelle could feel the giantess was seconds away, when she felt the hair she was holding onto began to become slick. The Shrinkee didn't know whether it was from her sweat or the giantess', but she was losing her grip.

Annabelle rubbed Leah's clit faster and harder. She didn't know how long she could hold on. Leah's hips continued to rock manically, throwing Annabelle's tiny body into the air. Annabelle could feel her grip slipping from Leah's hair.

She was so close. Just as Annabelle could sense that Leah's body was inching towards release, her grip fell through and she was flung into to air from Leah's thrusting. 

The Shrinkee yelped as the world turned into a blur. Just as quickly as she was thrown, she landed onto the bed with a loud, wet plop. 

"Shit," Annabelle hissed. Her back was drenched in liquid. She collected herself quickly. Annabelle lifted her aching body to her knees to get a look at what she had fallen in. Sure enough, she saw a puddle of Leah's sex goo. She raised her hand, which had been coated in the stuff and sniffed it. 

Not the goo she was hoping for.

"Three...m...minutes," she heard Leah pant. She felt the air around her change, as Leah spread open her massive hips, revealing her dripping pussy. Annabelle looked up at the monstrous creature in front of her. Over the past two weeks, Annabelle had seen her fair share of giant pussies, but the sight never ceased to render her speechless. It was like its own entity. 

Thick liquid coated the thing, and it pulsated as if it were alive. Annabelle's gaze ascended to the pelvic cliff she had just fallen from. There was no way she could climb back up there—not with how wet Leah was. 

Annabelle once again, returned her gaze to the pussy in front of her. The entrance to Leah's cavern was still pulsating. Annabelle watched as the hole expanded and constricted itself, over and over. Annabelle wasn't stupid. She knew it was waiting for penetration. Although typically it was a penis that entered the hole, not a shrunken co-ed. 

But there was nothing typical about this situation.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Annabelle hissed. She stood up, soaking her feet in the puddle of Leah's liquids as she did so.

She bounced from one leg to the other and shook her body, trying to psyche herself up. Every instinct in her being told her to run away, but the Shrinkee knew that wasn't an option.

"Two minutes," Leah called. Her voice was still breathy, but she wasn't panting anymore. Annabelle's heart sunk. She was losing the momentum she had gained. 

She had to do this now.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out.

Annabelle's feet were faster than her mind, as she walked towards Leah's gushing pussy. She didn't have time for anymore foreplay, so she hoped what she had done before would be enough.

Warmth coated the Shrinkee's skin as she approached the giant pussy. Like always, the smell was unbelievable. Annabelle could never believe how powerful the giantesses' aroused scents could be. Annabelle pushed it from her mind and picked up the pace, until she was moving at a solid jog. At the last second she ran full speed and jumped directly into Leah's hole.

The change in environment was intense. Instantly, everything went dark. Leah's walls clenched around her, squeezing her body from all angles. The bumpy surface of Leah's vagina were absolutely drenched in her juices. Annabelle closed her eyes—it's not like she could see anything anyway. She also clenched her mouth closed, knowing just how intoxicating the giantesses' forbidden liquid could be. 

One of the strange things Annabelle had learned from being inside the giantesses' vagina—other than the actual fact that she WAS in another person's vagina—was that she could still clearly hear the giantesses' heartbeats. 

Other sounds like moaning, were muffled and distant sounding, but the heartbeat was as clear as if Annabelle were right against their chests. 

The Shrinkee planned to use this to her advantage. Annabelle, knowing time was not on her side, began to get to work. She shifted her body so she was turned onto her back. She heard Leah's heartbeat quicken, followed by her distant moaning. Annabelle's body was squeezed, as Leah's walls tightened even more around her. They expanded again, giving her some room to breathe in the humid and recycled air of Leah's cavern. 

Annabelle raised her arms out, so she was caressing the "ceiling" of Leah's pussy. She got the results she wanted as she felt Leah's pussy begin to fill with her juices. Like clockwork, Leah's heartbeat pounded around her, and her moans grew louder. 

Annabelle moved her hands higher. She waited before hearing, Leah moan. Annabelle took notice that the giantess' heartbeat did not increase. Annabelle moved her hands to the right, and was pleased to hear Leah's heart booming loudly again. The Shrinkee followed this pattern until she reached a spot that caused Leah's heart to nearly deafen her with it's massive beating. Leah's walls also reacted in turn, clamping down on the Shrinkee until she was forced to open her mouth for air. Annabelle felt Leah shift as the giantess thrashed around, moaning in ecstasy. 

Despite the situation, Annabelle grinned. She had found it.

The G-spot.

Annabelle wasted no time in giving it all of her attention. Liquid rained over her and flooded from underneath her tiny form, but Annabelle stayed steady in her mission. She pressed her hands deep into the bumpy surface of Leah's G-spot. She massaged it, rubbed it, and kneaded into it. She could hear Leah's moans turn into screams of pleasure. The cavern flooded, and Annabelle, not reacting in time was given a mouth full of Leah's liquid.

As Leah's pussy expanded and contracted, washing Annabelle and her fluids from her vagina and into the not-as-tainted air, Annabelle was lost in the taste of Leah's cum. Since the incident with Harper, Annabelle had tried her damnedest to prevent the liquid from contacting her tongue. 

The Shrinkee closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the nectar-like taste before swallowing it. Her body tingled as the thick, syrupy liquid coated her throat on its way down to her stomach. Annabelle clenched her toes. This was dangerous.

She shook of the feeling and taste and opened her eyes. She was directly outside Leah's pussy. She sat up, squelching with each movement. Her body was absolutely coated from head to toe in the giantess' cum. Annabelle wiped her face, which only helped slightly, due to the fact that her hands, too, were slick with cum. 

With wobblily and heavy steps, Annabelle stood up. Her body felt dense and weighty. Still, she had to collect her prize. Annabelle found herself faced with another issue: Leah wasn't moving. She was breathing, but the giantess hadn't moved since Annabelle had been washed out of her pussy. 

Annabelle was too slippery to climb back up Leah's massive form, so she decided to walk around her foot. As Annabelle trudged on, she strained the goo from her hair. She listened to it plop onto Leah's comforter as she walked. She wondered if she would ever be able to go back to herself after this was all over. 

The Shrinkee passed Leah's gigantic foot. Not wanting to look at something that reminded her of her earlier humiliation, Annabelle glanced away and turned towards Leah's expansive bedroom. In the very rare moments in which Annabelle was seemingly left alone by the giantesses, there was also a pestering voice in her head that demanded she try and escape. She knew the voice was illogical, but each time it grew more and more persuasive. 

Annabelle rounded the foot and turned away from the tempting view of the spacious bedroom. 

Eventually, Annabelle reached Leah's hand, which was limp and did not react at all when Annabelle climbed on top of it. With balance Annabelle didn't know she had, the Shrinkee made her way up Leah's arm and onto her shoulder. When she saw the giantess, Annabelle's heart skipped a beat.

Leah's face was pale and covered with sweat. She was breathing as if she had just ran a marathon. Her eyes fluttered open as she found Annabelle's tiny form. The giantess opened her mouth to say something, but closed her eyes and continued panting. She was utterly exhausted. 

Although she knew nothing had truly changed for her, Annabelle was struck with an intense wave of pride. She had completed one of the giantesses insane tests--and she had done it by using her brain. Still covered in Leah's slime, Annabelle grinned.

She would get her answers.

For the first time since she had shrunk, she had defeated the giantess.