Before Annabelle fully awakened, the smell of peppermint wafted into her nostrils. There was a considerable weight on top of her. The Shrinkee slowly blinked her eyes open. She sighed when she took in her surroundings. She was covered by a gigantic hand. From its peppermint scent, Annabelle knew it was Molly's. Through the gap in the giantess' fingers, Annabelle was able to see her true surroundings: the private plane's seating area.

Annabelle was still dumbstruck by how she had gotten to where she was. The giantesses had mentioned vaguely through their conversations that they had planned to fly to Annabelle's funeral. Instantly, Annabelle's mind had sprung to life with plans on how to escape within the airport. Her favorite had involved convincing Harper to take the crystal necklace through security screening, and then getting a TSA agent's attention through the x-ray scanner. 

But of course, like always, the giantesses were one step ahead of the Shrinkee. By "flying" they had been referring to Molly's private plane. When Annabelle had found out about their true method of transportation, she was too amazed to be depressed. 

In all of her eighteen years she had never been on a plane. She knew that because of her small size her experience was probably atypical, but she couldn't help but take everything in. From the cockpit to the seating area where an attendant waited on the giantesses, everything about the experience was astounding to Annabelle. At least it had been for the ten minutes that she experienced it, before the giantesses promptly ordered all the lights be turned off so they could fall asleep. 

It didn't take Annabelle long to join them. There was nothing else to do. Molly had fallen asleep, gripping Annabelle in a secure hold on her thigh. From that angle, Annabelle couldn't even see out the window. 

But Annabelle could tell a few hours had passed. The sunlight began to flow throw the cracks of the window's screen. Also, Molly's hand laid on top of Annabelle's body instead of holding her in a tight grip. 

Annabelle decided to test something. 

She turned over onto her stomach. She waited for Molly to react, but the giantess was still. Annabelle began to army crawl from underneath her hand. She stopped every inch or so, just to make sure Molly wouldn't notice her. She did this until she was fully out. Annabelle slowly turned around and was relieved to find that Molly was indeed soundly asleep. 

Annabelle looked around the part of the plane she could see from Molly's thigh. Although the lowered window screen dimmed her surroundings, enough light shone through the cracks for Annabelle to clearly see the area around her. Thankfully, it looked like all the giantesses were still slumbering away. 

In the seat next to Molly, Harper was softly snoring while wearing a pink eye mask. Directly across from them, Naomi was leaning against the window seat. Annabelle couldn't help but be slightly amused by Leah's position—her head rested on Naomi's shoulder.

Seeing them all passed out and not actively tormenting her, reminded Annabelle that the giantesses were just four co-eds. Albeit, four stunning and insanely rich co-eds, but co-eds just the same. They had to have a few weaknesses somewhere.

Annabelle continued to crawl down Molly's squishy thigh. The plane's ride had mostly been a smooth one, but Annabelle didn't want to take the chance of standing up and suddenly falling between the air plane seats. There was also the issue of Annabelle's exhaustion. 

After Friday's outburst, the giantesses had ultimately decided Annabelle's consequences would go further than a time-out in Harper's cleavage. The next day, they worked Annabelle to the bone. Beyond the usual foot rubs and fingernail painting, they had her clean their phone cases, organize the smaller knick-knacks on their desks, and sort their socks from their laundry. It wouldn't have been a third as awful if the giantesses hadn't forbade her from wearing clothes while she completed their tasks.

After she had finished she was completely exhausted, and the giantesses had begun to pack for her funeral, leaving her with no time or energy to find out information about Camilla.  

Annabelle opened her mouth to sigh, when she remembered she was trying to be silent. She glanced around at each giantess. They really were deep asleep. Annabelle supposed being evil incarnate could really tire out a person. 

As Annabelle continued to crawl towards Molly's knee, she noticed Molly's other hand resting on her thigh. The giantess cradled her phone in her chubby fingers. Annabelle didn't give it a second glance. Even if they hadn't been in the air where phones are useless, the Shrinkee had already tried and failed with the phone plan—she was over it. 

Annabelle reached the perch of Molly's knee. The Shrinkee looked down. It would be a long fall if she jumped. Annabelle considered her options. Escaping was a non-starter. Even if she managed to hide somewhere when the plane landed, the giantesses would just lock it down until they found her. No, her main goal was to find out information. 

Annabelle wasn't expecting to just find the giantesses' written out evil plans simply tossed on the airplane's floor, but seeing as she was in Molly's family plane, she couldn't help but think there might be something around that could be useful.

Carefully, Annabelle moved to the outside of Molly's thigh. From there she was easily able to reach the edge of the seat's armrest. Annabelle bent forward to get a feel of the fabric and see if she could somehow safely climb down the side of the seat. Unfortunately for Annabelle, the white fabric revealed itself to be pure leather. Her hands instantly slid from under her. The Shrinkee yelped and fell forward towards the plane's floor. 

Annabelle prayed that she would land on a giantess' foot or something, but instead she landed directly onto the plane's floor—right onto her back. Pain exploded across her back, and Annabelle struggled to remember how to breathe. The wind was effectively knocked out of her. She laid on her back, just staring at the air plane's high ceiling, withering in pain. 

"Fucking shit," she muttered. 

Before she could fully move, she heard muted, but still giant, foot steps. From her perspective she could only see Molly, so she couldn't tell which giantess had awakened. A gigantic hand appeared overhead like a UFO. Annabelle braced herself as she was plucked from the ground.

It took her approximately two seconds to discover something was different. Annabelle didn't recognize the hand's smell or feel. Panic rose in Annabelle. Over the past two weeks, Annabelle had come to expect the controlled chaos of the giantesses. Being carried away by someone who was not one of her captors was a different kind of terrifying. 

But like all non-Shrinkees, the giant person was free to do whatever they wanted with her and she was powerless to stop it. The giant finally reached wherever they had taken her. Annabelle's heart nearly burst when she heard the sound of a giant door closing and then locking. Her stomach turned as she was lifted up high. The giant's fingers uncurled, and at the same time, they flicked on a light switch. 

The bright light blinded Annabelle for a moment, before her eyes readjusted. As she opened them, she heard a whispered, but still overwhelming, voice call, "Rachel?"

Annabelle looked up to see the disappointed face of the flight attendant she had managed to catch a glimpse of earlier before the giantesses had fallen asleep. It was difficult to discern ages when the person's features were blown up to incomprehensibly large sizes—typically Annabelle was able to categorize giants as child, older child, teen, young adult, adult, and old person. Under the harsh light of wherever they were, Annabelle had squared the woman in the "adult" category. She was an average looking white woman with light brown hair and matching eyes. Her eyes scanned over every inch of Annabelle. 

Annabelle instinctively backed up in the giant woman's palm. 

"Who are you?" The woman demanded. 

Annabelle felt a spark of anger in the midst of her terror. The woman had plucked her from the floor, and was suddenly demanding identification as if she had done something wrong.

"Wha—I don't—" Annabelle sputtered. 

The woman eyes narrowed, "Why are you with them?" Her voice was harsh.

Tears filled Annabelle's eyes. She was not used to this level of giant aggression. Every bone in her body was screaming at her to get away. Annabelle backed away again, but found herself bumping into the wall of the woman's fingers.

She was trapped. "Get away from me!" She screamed. 

The woman's face turned red, but instead of looking angry, she seemed full of regret. She took a deep breath and sighed. Annabelle's hair tussled from her breath. The smell of coffee filled Annabelle's nose.

The woman spoke again, but this time she was much more gentle, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to scare you. It's just I thought—I thought you were someone else."

Annabelle peered up at the woman. Seeing another giant person up close solidified for Annabelle just how perfect looking the giantesses were. Chef Dufort had been too far away for Annabelle to get a good look at him, but Annabelle could see the woman's tired eyes and the early stages of wrinkling on her skin. There were also things normal people had like acne scars and small little hairs on her face. 

But her most noticeable feature was humanity. Annabelle noted how she looked down at her with sadness and empathy, instead of poorly veiled lust and dominance.  

Annabelle relaxed slightly. She was still guarded, but something about the sadness in the woman's eyes tugged at her heart.

"Who are you looking for?" Annabelle asked.

Annabelle saw a glint of suspicion in the woman's eye. Annabelle sat up and looked her in the eye. "I would never say anything to them," Annabelle assured. 

After a moment of uncertainty, the woman finally relented, "My sister Rachel. I'm looking for my sister. When the young misses boarded the plane, I saw they had a Shrinkee. I kept trying to peek, but I was only able to see your red hair," she sighed.

Annabelle nodded with understanding, "Your sister is a ginger?" 

The woman nodded. She bit her lip before asking, "You haven't seen her have you? Brown eyes, red hair, freckles?" 

Annabelle shook her head. Once again she was the bearer of bad news for people trying to find their loved ones. "I haven't seen another Shrinkee since I was shrunken," Annabelle said, forgoing to tell her about the massacre. 

The woman's disappointment remained. Then Annabelle saw a glint of confusion spread across her face, "What are you doing with them? How are you...why are you still..." The woman trailed off, seemingly not knowing how to ask her question.

Annabelle finished it for her, "Alive?" 

The woman nodded, "I've never seen Shrinkees board this plane and land still breathing."

Annabelle straightened up, "Who actually uses this plane?"

The woman paused and considered Annabelle's question, "This is the Gate's private family plane, but I've seen both Mr. and Mrs. Gates use it to entertain certain guests."

Annabelle's perked at the mention of Molly's parents. She knew her father was on the school board or something relating to that, but she didn't know what they would be doing with a private plane.

"What kind of guests?" Annabelle asked.

Suddenly the woman's face paled. She shook her head, "N-No, I shouldn't have said anything," she abruptly blurted out, startling Annabelle. She muttered to herself, "Shit, what am I doing?"

"H-Hey, it's okay—" Annabelle started.

The woman lifted Annabelle even closer to her face, "Y-You can't tell anyone we spoke."

Annabelle shook her head, earnestly she asked, "Why would I tell anyone?" 

The woman scrutinized the tiny girl, "You could be a spy. I know they have some Shrinkees on their side—people willing to betray other Shrinkees in order to survive."

"I'm not a spy!" Annabelle insisted. 

The woman looked over her with distrust. Annabelle could see true terror in her eyes. She knew it well. "Are you a Shrinkee?" Annabelle asked.

The woman lost all remaining color in her face. "H-How did you—"

Annabelle ignored her, "Listen, is there any idea where you think they could be keeping your sister and any other Shrinkees?" Annabelle asked.

The shook her head, "No, they're very careful with that kind of thing. No one talks about the captives in front of me or the other workers." She paused before adding, "But every month, they send me an audio clip of Rachel to let me know she's still alive. I don't know where she is, but she always sounds exhausted on the clips."

Annabelle frowned, "How did you guys even get involved in all of this?" 

The woman looked down at Annabelle with sad eyes, "Our parents died when we were still young. We grew up in the system, but we were always together. When I aged out, I took Rachel and tried to make a better life for ourselves. I worked as a waitress at a hotel for years, and was gradually promoted to hostess. When she was old enough Rachel joined as a waitress. Everything was great for a while. We got an apartment, we had money in the bank, and we were finally free. But then everything went to shit when the hotel got bought out by Gates International."

Annabelle interrupted the woman's sad story. She lifted her hands up to stop her, "Wait, 'Gates International'? What is that?" Annabelle asked. 

The woman furrowed her brows, "You've never heard of Gates International?" She seemed surprised. Annabelle stared up at her blankly. She was at a complete loss. 

The woman explained, "Okay, they're a hospitality conglomerate. You've definitely heard of their hotels—Welcome Inn, Gates Hotel...they're everywhere."

Annabelle was hit with a wave of realization, then pure dread. There were thousands of those hotels around the world. Although she knew they had tremendous influence, Annabelle found herself consistently shocked by just how much power the giantesses' families held. 

The woman continued, "Anyway, after the hotel was bought out, they started implementing all of these crazy rules and regulations—including checking the medical records of the staff."

Annabelle sighed. The woman deserved for someone to listen to her story, but Annabelle was emotionally exhausted after hearing tragic tale after tragic tale. Still, she listened—it was the least she could do. 

The woman paused. Her face was pained. She continued, "These men in suits I had never even seen before, put me and my sister in a room, along with two other people with HDD. They asked who the hostess was, and when I identified myself they kicked me out of the room. Of course I struggled and fought, but they didn't even break a sweat. When they let me back in the room, everyone else was shrunken. They told me my contract had been changed, and I was now supposed to work for free in exchange for my sister's eventual freedom. So here I am. It's been four years since that day and I still haven't seen my sister."

Annabelle was still for a moment. She allowed the woman's story to fully sink in. There were definitely a lot of similarities between Dufort's story and the woman's. 

"When is your contract up?" Annabelle asked.

"In about two and a half years," the woman answered. 

Annabelle asked, "And what do you do for them?"

The woman visibly pondered Annabelle's question, "I serve the Gates and their guests when they travel—sometimes it's on the plane, while other times, it's in their hotel rooms."

Annabelle's face contorted with confusion, "Hotel rooms? What do they—"

The woman sighed, "Look, we've been talking for a while. We need to get you back before they notice you're missing."

Annabelle held back a follow up question. She knew the woman was right, but there was still so much she needed to know. 

"Hey, before we go back," the woman said, grabbing Annabelle's attention, "You never told me why you're with them—the young misses I mean. What are they doing with you?"

Shame crept up inside Annabelle. She had purposefully avoided the question before. She had never said her role aloud to another person. 

Annabelle shrugged, and blood rushed to her cheeks, "I don't know...they think I'm like this super Shrinkee, so they kind of just keep me around. I don't really—"

"You're the Type 0?" The woman blurted loudly. She slammed her hand over her mouth. She whispered much quieter, "I heard the Gates talking about you. I didn't think you were actually real."

Annabelle genuinely didn't know how to react. She gave the woman a small, "Oh." 

The woman's large eyes scanned over Annabelle with renewed interest. She placed her gigantic finger underneath Annabelle's chin and tilted her head up. Her brown eyes scrutinized every inch of Annabelle.

"Wow, I just thought they were keeping you around for your looks, but I never expected this," she breathed. Annabelle was growing more uncomfortable by the second. 

The woman whispered as if she were gossiping, "So, is the whole imprinting thing actually true?"

Annabelle shifted in the woman's palm, "Hey, I should get back to the gian—young misses, right?"

Embarrassment flooded the woman's face as her cheeks turned red. She sighed, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to be insensitive or anything. It's just, Type 0 Shrinkees have been a rumor since I was a kid. Still, I was being an idiot, sorry."

Annabelle shook her head with a smile, "Don't worry about it. I mean it's pretty weird..." she trailed off.  

The woman gave her a sort of smile, "Well being a Shrinkee at all is weird within itself."

Annabelle couldn't help but agree. It was just a wacky hiccup in their genes, and it controlled their entire lives. From the constant dread of shrinking to the perpetual fear of actually being shrunk. Being a Shrinkee was not something Annabelle would wish on anyone...except maybe the giantesses.

"Let's get you back," the woman said. As she turned off the light, Annabelle realized something. 

She looked up at the woman, "What's your name?"

A look of surprise crossed the woman's face. Annabelle figured few people had asked her that in the last couple of years. The woman smiled down at her.

She opened the door and whispered, "Amy, Amy Keller."

Annabelle nodded. Rachel Keller. Camilla Dufort. Now she had two people to look for. Of course, Camilla was the priority, but keeping an eye out for Rachel couldn't hurt.

Amy quietly, but quickly returned back to where the giantesses had been sleeping. Thankfully, they were still fast asleep. As Amy held her in front of the scene of the slumbering giantesses, a massive part of Annabelle wanted to look up to Amy and cry, beg, and scream for her to find a way to somehow take her with her. 

But Annabelle knew that was unfair and simply impossible. So when Amy began to lower Annabelle to Molly's knee, she didn't fight back. Annabelle prepared for the landing, when Molly suddenly shifted in her seat.

The sudden movement must've alarmed Amy, because she instantly dropped Annabelle. The tiny girl bit down on her tongue, so as not to scream. Air rushed past her and she flailed her limbs about, trying to catch something—anything to stop her fall, but there was nothing. She landed onto the floor with a thump. She had fallen from an even higher height than before.

A dull pain bounced around across her back. Her eyes filled with tears. She sat up, ignoring the aching in her bones. Across from her, Amy sat on her knees with wide and horrified eyes. 

Annabelle's head immediately snapped up to see if any of the giantesses had woken up. When she saw they were still sleeping, she grew confused. She looked at Amy who was still looking at her, terrified. Then, Annabelle understood. 

For any normal Shrinkee that fall would've been, at the very least, permanently paralyzing. Annabelle stood up and made a show of stretching her limbs. She gave Amy two thumbs up. 

Even in the dim lighting of the plane, Annabelle could still see the relief wash over Amy's face. Her shoulders relaxed and she released a noiseless sigh. Amy glanced up at Molly before reaching over to pick Annabelle up once more. 

Annabelle braced herself to be wrapped up in the giant fingers. Just then, an object seemingly crashed from the sky. Both Annabelle and Amy jumped back. Annabelle slammed her hands over mouth to keep from screaming. Her heart pounded away in her ears. Annabelle looked up and miraculously, the giantesses were still asleep.

Annabelle took a step closer to see what had just fallen from above. It was Molly's phone. Annabelle let relief fall into her. For a second she had believed that the plane was breaking apart. Annabelle looked at Amy who looked to be more relieved that the giantesses hadn't woken up. 

Once again, Amy reached for Annabelle. In a cruel twist of fate, Annabelle saw Molly's phone light up. The screen read "Bennet Daudler". 

In a second, a million thoughts ran through Annabelle's mind. How is he able to call her in the air? Why is he calling her so early? Please dear god don't let them wake up.

Annabelle tried to shoo Amy's hand away, but it was too late. The phone's ringtone blared throughout the plane. Both Annabelle and Amy froze. Annabelle squeezed her eyes tight and prayed that somehow she had been teleported to a different time, place, or both. 

When she heard a loud sound boom in her ears, a part of Annabelle actually believed it had worked. But when Amy's scream followed, she knew she was still trapped in this hell.

Annabelle opened her eyes and saw directly in front of her, Amy's hand being crushed by Molly's giant shoe. 

Annabelle looked up to see an expression she had never seen Molly make before. It was cold and serious. She spoke evenly, as she stared unblinkingly down at Amy. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Molly asked.

Annabelle was so shocked by the change in Molly's demeanor, she couldn't move for a moment.

Molly increased the pressure on Amy's hand. "I asked you a question," she said, calmly.  

Annabelle watched as Amy's fingers became even more red. Amy's shrill scream brought Annabelle back to focus.

She ran over to Molly's shoe and futilely pushed against it. She looked up at Molly, who was still sitting in her seat. 

"Goddess stop! It was my fault!" Annabelle pleaded. "I fell! I fell and she was just putting me back!" Annabelle snapped her head towards Amy. "Tell her!" She barked.

Amy nodded desperately. Her face was beet red, "I-I did, I was trying to help!"

Molly looked between Annabelle and Amy, like she was considering what they had said. Annabelle hoped she would believe them. Suddenly Molly pressed down so hard, Annabelle heard a harrowing pop come from Amy's hand. Amy unleashed a guttural scream.

"Stop! Stop!" Annabelle begged. She pounded her fists against Molly's shoe. The Shrinkee found herself being lifted high into the air by gigantic fingers. Harper's enormous face hovered over her. Annabelle hadn't even realized it, but the giantesses were suddnely all awake. In the midst of the excitement, they were all standing and the window's screen was pulled up, shining bright light onto the scene. 

Harper's face was scrunched up, apparently still groggy from being recently woken up. Her pink eye mask was lifted onto her forehead. Still, Harper's blue eyes were trained on Annabelle. She scanned the Shrinkee as if she were looking for something. She flipped Annabelle onto her back, and then onto her front again. 

"Poppy, did she touch you? Hurt you?" Harper asked. 

Annabelle glared up at the giantess, "What? No! She was trying to help me!"

"Yeah, I fucking bet," Naomi spat. The punk giantess glowered down at Amy. She sighed irritably and sat down on the seat's arm rest. Annabelle noticed that Leah was nowhere to be seen. She didn't have time to worry about the giantess' mysterious absence when Amy was in pain right below her. 

A crack pierced through the plane. Amy screams bounced around them. Tears flowed down her face as she sobbed. The giantesses only looked down at her with disgust.

"Jesus fucking christ!" Annabelle hissed. She quickly crawled to the edge of Harper's finger tips. She peered down below. Amy was sobbing and Molly's heel was still dug into her hand. Annabelle opened her mouth to stop her, when Leah returned with two men in suits.

Annabelle's stomach dropped. How had things escalated so quickly?

Leah glanced at Amy and then nodded to the two suits. Wordlessly, they grabbed Amy from the floor and roughly lifted her to her feet. They held her still by grabbing onto each of her arms. Her hand dangled, limp.

When she was effectively bound, the giantesses went back to their seats. They all looked to be different degrees of irritated. With the hand that wasn't holding her, Harper began to stroke Annabelle's head like a kitten. 

Amy, still sobbing, blubbered out, "Y-Young misses, I-I'm so sorry—"

"How long have you been under contract?" Molly suddenly asked.

Amy sniffed, "F-Four years."

Molly nodded slowly, "So then you should know the protocol for dealing with Shrinkees on board."

Amy paled, "I wasn't going to do anything with her. I was just trying to return her back to you."

Annabelle flinched as Harper barked at Amy. She spat, "You are such a liar! If that was true you would've totally woken us up."

Amy was shaking, "I didn't think anything of it. She fell and I just reacted." 

Leah finally spoke. She turned to the suits. "Connections?" She inquired.

The suit on the left answered swiftly, "A Shrinkee younger sister. Currently in possession." 

Annabelle's jaw nearly dropped open. Just like that, they were able to relay her information from the top of their heads. 

At the mention of her sister, Amy began to fight against the suits. She futilely pulled against them. "Don't you fucking hurt her!" She barked.

"Yeah, I don't think you're in a position to be making demands, bitch," Naomi said coolly. Amy quieted down at Naomi's retort. She slumped in the grasp of the two suits and continued to sob. The giantesses only looked more pissed off with her frantic demeanor. 

"How about this," Molly suddenly said, "We'll return your sister to you."

Amy looked up, eyes full of hope. Annabelle grimaced. She had been with the giantesses long enough to know there was always a catch. 

Sure enough, Molly continued, "Would you like her arms first or her legs?"

Amy shrieked incoherently. She sprung back to life, pushing and pulling against the suits. Naomi rolled her eyes and Leah cringed with disgust. 

Harper ordered irritably, "Will you guys please shut her up?"

The suit on the left easily covered her mouth with his large hand. Any noise she made was muffled behind his large hand.

Molly crossed her ankles and suggested to Amy, "Since you don't seem to be a big fan of that plan, we could always just shrink you down."

Naomi looked up at ceiling and groaned out, "Yes, please! I'm starving." 

Amy's face turned white. She tried to shake her head, but the suit's hand was holding her in place. Tears flowed out of her wide eyes. Annabelle's heart broke watching the scene unfold. It was surreal to see four co-eds demeaning and torturing a grown woman. She knew she had to do something.

Before Harper could react, Annabelle leapt from the giantess' hand. It being the third time she had jumped onto the plane's floor, Annabelle knew how to land with minimal pain. Annabelle landed onto her feet. She felt her bones wobble from the impact, but they remained intact. 

"Poppy!" Harper yelped. Annabelle took off before Harper could scoop her back up. Annabelle bolted towards Amy, as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Annabelle was approaching the woman, when Molly suddenly grabbed her in her thick fingers.

She wrapped her in a fist and brought the Shrinkee to her face. Her blue eyes locked onto her. Molly gained an exasperated expression while looking over Annabelle. 

"What are you doing, Poppy?" She sighed, blowing wind over the tiny girl.

Annabelle tried to wiggle out of Molly's clammy fist. The humidity of her hand was making Annabelle's skin stick to the giantess in an uncomfortable way. 

"Don't hurt her!" Annabelle shouted.

Molly shook her head condescendingly, as if Annabelle were a child. "Poppy, I know this is difficult for you to understand, but we have rules. The rules help us keep order, so everything can flow easily."

Molly turned to Amy, her eyes full of revulsion. "This bug broke one of the biggest rules. She tried to take something that belongs to us," she spat.

Annabelle groaned. She didn't get why it was so difficult for the giantesses to understand.  

"She wasn't trying to take me! It was my fault! I fell!" Annabelle protested.

Molly pursed her lips and sighed again. "Actions have consequences, Poppy," she said simply.

Annabelle looked up at Molly in disbelief. The Shrinkee had thought she knew the giantesses and their behaviors, but she had never seen Molly act so cold before. Annabelle thought it over quickly. Since logic wasn't getting her anywhere, she decided to try another tactic. 

Annabelle allowed tears to flow down her cheeks. She sniffed and looked up to Molly with a quivering lip. Molly said nothing, but Annabelle saw her face soften.

"Please Goddess Molly, it's all my fault. I just wanted to get a better look at the plane because I've never been on one before. You and the other Goddesses were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up. So I just went a bit closer to your knee—just for a quick look—when I fell. The nice lady saw me and tried to help. Please don't hurt her, it's not her fault," Annabelle pleaded.

Molly seemed conflicted for exactly one second. Annabelle yelped as she was lifted and smushed into her chubby cheek. Annabelle received a nose full of peppermint. 

"Oh my sweet widdle Poppy," Molly purred. "Why are you so adorable?"

She allowed Annabelle to sit her hand, but not before she plopped a gigantic wet kiss against her face. Although she was disgusted, Annabelle filled with relief. That was the Molly she knew. 

Harper leaned over from her chair. She rubbed a finger against Annabelle's wet cheek, "Poppy, you should've told us that you've never been on a plane before, we totally would've shown you around."

Annabelle inconspicuously wiped Molly's slobber from her face. "You all seemed so tired, I didn't want to bother you," Annabelle said.

Harper made an incoherent squeal-like noise and began cooing and petting Annabelle. Molly tickled Annabelle's feet, causing her to laugh.

Annabelle's usual dosage of humiliation was amplified knowing she had an audience. From her peripheral, she could see the usual unexpressive faces of the suits. Amy on the other hand, looked on at the giantesses' pet-like treatment of Annabelle with absolute bewilderment. Annabelle supposed it was probably crazy for her to see the same girls who had threatened her, were cooing over another Shrinkee.

Naomi groaned from her seat across from them, "Does this mean I can't eat her?" 

Leah rolled her eyes, "You just had some two weeks ago."

Naomi huffed, "So? You know there's no such thing as too many Shrinkees."

Molly ignored them both and turned to Amy. "Your bug sister can keep her limbs," she sneered. "You're lucky Poppy is so kind," she said while cooing at Annabelle. 

Amy's body slumped with relief. "T-Thank you so much, I—"

"Cut off a finger from each hand," Leah suddenly ordered. 

The plane became silent. Amy was frozen in place. Terror covered each inch of her face. The other giantesses looked a Leah with slight intrigue. The suits remained expressionless.

Annabelle turned to Leah. She was sure she had heard wrong. "Wha—What?" She breathed.

Naomi raised an eyebrow at the green eyed giantess. "What crawled up your butt?" Naomi said, with an amused smirk.

Leah looked over Amy coldly, "She needs a reminder to keep her disgusting hands to herself." She paused before adding, "Plus, the bitch woke me up." 

Annabelle looked on in shock. She was going to cut off her fingers because she was cranky? 

Amy tried to fall to her knees, but the suits held her up. She began sobbing so heavily, she had to gasp for air.

"P-Please, please young miss! I'll never do it again! Please!" She begged Leah.

Leah rolled her eyes, "Put her in the back or something, she's giving me a headache." 

The suits began to pull Amy away. Annabelle watched in horror. She tried to say something—anything—but her lips wouldn't move. It was like her body was too shocked to do anything.

As the suits left with Amy, Molly called after them. Annabelle was filled with desperate hope. 

"Feel free to cut them off in here after we leave. We're changing out the carpets anyway," Molly stated. 

The suits nodded and dragged Amy away. Her screams became more distant as they pulled her to the back of the plane.

Annabelle lost the ability to stand, and fell to her knees onto Molly's palm. She had never felt more useless in her life. She couldn't stop them at all. The giantesses—they wielded so much power. With just a quick order, Amy was going to lose two of her fingers. 

Annabelle shuddered to think of what they had been doing to Shrinkees—both shrunken and non-shrunken—all of these years. 

They were monsters who didn't think twice about mutilating Shrinkees.

And they were headed to a Shrinkee funeral full of her Shrinkee family members.

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Annabelle sat on the hotel suite's cold bathroom counter and watched as the giantesses got ready for her funeral. Naomi and Leah shared the bathroom mirror while they applied makeup. Outside of the bathroom, Harper and Molly were fully dressed and ready. They sat on one of the hotel room's king sized bed, giggling and watching some video. All of the giantesses were donned in black dresses. Annabelle, in her own black dress, cradled her knees to her chest while she desperately thought of how to stop the giantesses from attending her funeral.

"I can't have even just one?" Naomi sighed, irritably. 

"No," Leah answered, matching Naomi's irritation, "What is wrong with you? Why are you so fixated on this?"

Naomi sighed again as she applied eyeliner. "It's because you guys wouldn't let me eat that Shrinkee bitch. Now I got a craving." Naomi paused before suggesting, "What about an old one? One they won't miss? Like one of Poppy's grandparents?"

Annabelle cradled her knees tighter, "All of my grandparents are dead," she said with a frown.

She flinched when the two giantesses turned their attention to her. Even in the harsh fluorescent light, they still looked stunning. They wore similar amused expressions. 

"Way to bring the room down, Poppy," Naomi smirked. Annabelle closed her eye as Naomi's giant finger stroked the side of her face.

Naomi returned to her makeup. "Still," she said to Leah, "I have to listen to people whine and cry all day, and I don't even get to eat one Shrinkee even though I'll be fucking surrounded by them?" 

Annabelle seized the conversation's opportunity to present her suggestion. She stood up and as casually as she could, suggested, "Goddess Naomi, you don't have to go if you don't want to. I mean none of you have to. It'll be boring," Annabelle said.

Naomi and Leah exchanged amused glances before breaking out into laughter. Annabelle's face fell. Just once she would like them to listen to one of her suggestions.

After their giggling, Leah spoke, "Poppy what kind of people would we be if we didn't go to your funeral after your parents personally invited us?"

Naomi grinned down at the Shrinkee, "Plus, we wanna see your hometown."

Annabelle felt a cold shiver pulse through her body. Flashes from unwanted memories assaulted her mind. Annabelle had promised herself when she left for college that she would never come back. 

Before Annabelle could offer more arguments, she heard thundering footsteps as Harper approached the bathroom. The giant blonde popped her head in.

"Are you guys ready already? Poppy's funeral is like in two hours and it takes an hour and thirty minutes to get there," Harper whined. Her blue eyes found Annabelle's tiny form on the counter. She patted her her head, and Annabelle was forced to bend her neck under the pressure of the giantess' finger.

"Why did you live so far away from anything, Poppy?" Harper cooed. 

Annabelle had asked herself that everyday she lived in that small town. Zelda had once mentioned she'd been drawn to the untainted energy of a rural environment. Of course both she and Annabelle's dad worked and spent the majority of their time in the city, nearly 90 minutes away— leaving Annabelle to survive the "untainted energy" each and everyday, alone.

Annabelle knew that despite her best efforts, it looked like her worlds were about to collide. She needed to do damage control or things could get messy.

Annabelle grabbed Harper's finger. The blonde's face lit up. "Goddess Harper?" She asked.

Harper beamed down at her, "Yes my precious widdle Poppy?" 

Annabelle swallowed nervously as she looked up at Harper's bright face. 

"Could you maybe not say what you said at the vigil when you go to the funeral?" Annabelle said. Even as the words were coming out of her mouth, she realized she wasn't making any sense.

The giantess looked down at her with absolute confusion on her face. Leah and Naomi had stopped applying their makeup and turned to Annabelle with furrowed brows.

"Poppy, what are you saying?" Leah asked.

Annabelle hated when they stared down at her with their huge eyes and massive presence. The Shrinkee began to nervously play with her hair. 

"I-I just meant that if you say certain things in front of certain people then it could just make things...a lot more...problematic," Annabelle found her voice getting quieter with each word she said. 

Harper frowned and folded her arms, "Problematic?" She repeated.

Leah's manicured finger scratched underneath Annabelle's chin. "What 'certain things' are you referring to, Poppy?"

Annabelle's heart was pounding. She took a deep breath. She grabbed Leah's finger and looked at the counter's surface. She squeaked, "You know...like...dating." 

Naomi and Leah's faces lit up with realization, while Harper still looked confused.

Leah turned to Harper, "Poppy doesn't want you to tell anyone about the two of you dating." When she said dating, Leah used finger quotes.

"She's dumping you," Naomi grinned with a laugh.

Harper's face fell. "Is that true, Poppy?"

Annabelle fought a spark of anger from rising out of her. Why was it so difficult for the giantesses to understand that she didn't want to be involved in their psychotic version of reality?  

"If you told people...it would just be...not great," Annabelle sighed. She couldn't and did not want to go into the intricates of her relationship with a certain sadistic amazonian blonde who might or might not go into a violent rampage if a busty co-ed claimed to be Annabelle's girlfriend. 

The general idea of the giantesses and Zoey being in the same state was already giving Annabelle heart palpitations. 

Harper nodded sadly. "I understand, Poppy. I wouldn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable," she said without a hint of irony. 

Annabelle dug into her palms with her fingernails to keep from saying anything she would regret. 

Harper continued, "But, I don't know if I can hide our bond, Poppy. I think anyone with a brain could tell we have a special connection. From the second I saw you, Poppy, I knew—hey!"

In the middle of Harper's love bomb speech, Leah had snatched Annabelle from the counter and walked out of the bathroom.

For the first time, Annabelle was relieved to be whisked away by giant fingers. Harper followed Leah out to the sitting area of suite. As she sat in Leah's hand, Annabelle took the opportunity to glance around the suite. It was luxurious. There were fancy couches and platters of breakfast food set up. A huge television was mounted on the wall. Of course Annabelle hadn't been surprised when she found out the giantesses had rented out the presidential suite, it was their MO. They were staying at the closest hotel to her town—which was still 90 minutes away. 

Leah plopped onto the couch, but she held Annabelle's back with her thumb so the tiny girl wouldn't be jostled into the air. It was a reflexive and probably subconscious movement. It was little things like that which reminded Annabelle that everyday she was becoming more of a fixture in their lives. 

"I wasn't finished talking to Poppy," Harper whined. She took a seat next to Leah. 

Leah rolled her eyes, "Well I was finished listening. It's my time with her anyway." Leah began stroking her manicured finger between Annabelle's shoulder blades. Annabelle hated to admit it, but her touch felt amazing. It was all she could do from not purring out loud. 

"About that..." she heard Naomi say from across the room. Annabelle glanced up as Molly and Naomi's booming footsteps approached them. Molly sat on the other side of Leah, while Naomi sat on the coffee table in front of them. 

Like always, they all looked beautiful. Although their black dresses looked modest, Annabelle just knew they probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. 

Naomi leaned forward and pulled out a large reflective heart-shaped locket. Annabelle turned towards it when Naomi dangled it in front of her.

"Ooo, look how shiny, Poppy," the punk-rock giantess cooed as she dangled it. "Isn't it pretty?" She asked.

Annabelle resisted the urge to flip her off. She wasn't a baby, puppy, or whatever small brained thing they treated her as. Naomi pressed her finger on the front of the locket, and surprisingly, a hidden door swung open. 

"Wow, that's so cool," Molly breathed. 

Naomi grinned with pride, "Shrink Labs sent it to me yesterday. I thought the crystal was too noticeable, especially with Poppy's step-mom being so curious."

Leah stopped stroking Annabelle—which to her embarrassment caused the Shrinkee to reflexively frown—and held out her free hand. 

Naomi glanced at Leah's open palm and scoffed. "Sorry princess, but only my fingerprint opens the door," she explained.

Leah narrowed her eyes, "How fucking convenient."

Naomi smirked and lowered the locket so it was directly in front of Annabelle. The Shrinkee looked into the hollow jewelry. It had more space than she would have thought from just looking at the outside.       

"Be a good girl and get inside, Poppy," Naomi cooed.

Annabelle stifled a heavy sigh and began to crawl into the locket. As she placed her hand on the locket's entrance, she stopped.

Annabelle bit her lip and looked up at the intrigued faces of the giantesses. 

With a shaky voice she tried to steady, Annabelle asked, "Uh, Goddesses, do you—are you going to shrink my family?" 

Molly was the first to react. She patted Annabelle's head, "Oh Poppy, are you worried we're going to make a scene at your funeral?" She cooed.

Harper joined in, "We would never do that, Poppy."

Annabelle held her tongue. Somehow she seriously doubted that. 

"It wouldn't be advantageous," Leah added, "It's entirely too soon after the Shrinkee meeting. It would be suspicious."

"Right..." Annabelle trailed off. She trusted the giantesses as far as she could throw them. Annabelle suspected they wouldn't do anything to rouse too much attention, but the Shrinkee didn't want them near that part of her life at all.

Annabelle tried to deflect again, "T-There's actually this great museum fifteen minutes away from here, they have—"

"Poppy," Naomi suddenly said.

Annabelle looked up at the punk-rock giantess with wide eyes. "Yes, Goddess?"

"Get in the locket," she said firmly.

Annabelle's heart sunk, but she obeyed the giantess. "Yes, Goddess," she said meekly. She crawled into the locket. It wasn't as tall as the crystal, so she couldn't stand up all the way, but she could sit comfortably. Annabelle watched as Naomi's black painted finger nail pushed the locket's "door" closed.

As it shut, Annabelle was overcome with the feeling of being trapped. Of course the Shrinkee recognized that she was always ensnared in the giantesses' unyielding grasps, but there was something about the physical act of her being locked in yet another cage that overwhelmed Annabelle.

The Shrinkee took a few deep breaths, while Naomi jostled her world around by placing the locket around her neck. The locket's ceiling and walls were made up of some kind of two way mirror, see-through-like material, so Annabelle was able to get a good look around of her surroundings. Though Annabelle would have preferred if she was simply in the dark, with the world blocked out.

Annabelle's stomach lurched as Naomi stood up. She saw her gigantic hands clasp together in front of the locket. 

"Come on bitches, we've got a funeral to go to."