"Here comes the airplane, ooooo," Harper cooed. Annabelle held back an eye roll as the blonde giantess twirled the piece of strawberry in the air. Annabelle watched from the living room's glass coffee table as Harper made airplane sounds and lopped the strawberry high up above.

It had been an exhausting two weeks since the funeral. This was mostly due to the change in the giantesses' behavior. After the swallowing incident, the giantesses had placed a hold on their "teasing". They treated Annabelle as though she were made of glass. They stopped using her for masturbation. They ceased forcing her to care for their feet. They almost treated her like a person.

That lasted three days.

On the fourth day, they announced that they were tired of Annabelle flinching every time one of them spoke, ate, or moved their mouth in any way. To combat her trauma, the giantesses became even more affectionate with Annabelle—a feat the Shrinkee didn't think could be possible.

Harper finally lowered the small piece of strawberry to Annabelle. It was still too big to eat in one bite, but the giantesses had gotten better at learning how much she could handle. Annabelle opened her mouth and leaned forward when Harper abruptly yanked the strawberry away. 

Annabelle only just stopped herself from groaning out loud. 

Harper grinned up at her from above. Her massive face carried a large smile that showed off her perfect pearly whites. The blonde tsked. "Ah, ah, Poppy, you're forgetting something," Harper chirped.

The bubbly giantess lowered her face until her huge head filled Annabelle's vision. 

"Kisses, please!" She sang, blasting her hot cereal, strawberry scented breath, and loud voice at Annabelle. The Shrinkee cringed as Harper's gigantic pink lips puckered in front of her. 

This was the definitely Annabelle's least favorite behavior change of the giantesses. As most of Annabelle's trauma had originated from a giant mouth, the giantesses had decided that exposure therapy was the best path forward. This meant Annabelle was constantly finding herself either inside one of their mouths or pressed against it. The giantesses had promised her they wouldn't swallow her for the foreseeable future, but Annabelle knew resisting temptation wasn't one of their strong suits. 

Annabelle sighed as she stared at Harper's pillowy lips. At least she wasn't wearing lip gloss. The giantesses never seemed to mind coating her in their makeup whenever they became affectionate. 

Annabelle puckered her own lips and pressed them against Harper's lower lip. Like always, Annabelle smelled the scent of vanilla as she kissed Harper. Her lips were frustratingly soft. They really were like two giant pillows. 

Before Annabelle could get swept up in the sensation, she backed away from the giant lips. Harper beamed down at her as she sat up straight again.

Harper squealed, "Poppy woppy you are just the cutest thing in the whole wide world." Annabelle's ears rang from the giantess' high-pitched cooing. Harper held the strawberry to Annabelle's face. Annabelle opened wide and bit it while Harper held the fruit steady.

Like all the food the giantesses had, the strawberry was exquisite. The freshness of the fruit emphasized its sweet juices. Annabelle had to take extra precaution not to get the juice on her clothes. She was still in her white nightgown. Typically, the giantesses changed her clothes after they washed her in the morning, but Harper had woken up before the sun even fully rose, and brought Annabelle straight downstairs. This surprised Annabelle, because on the weekends the giantesses typically slept in. 

Nonetheless, Harper had placed her on the kitchen island while she cut up some strawberries and dropped them in a bowl of cereal. Annabelle had spent fifteen minutes or so trying to fully wake up while watching Harper scroll through her socials on her phone and send Annabelle little glances of adoration. 

Once she was finished eating, she tossed the bowl in the sink and carried Annabelle off to the living room where she began feeding her pieces of a strawberry in exchange for kisses.

Annabelle continued to eat. Harper began stroking her back with her other finger. The Shrinkee loathed to admit it, but the blonde giantess' stroking felt very good. Annabelle did her best to ignore it, and focused on eating the strawberry as fast as humanly possible. 

Harper hummed, visibly delighted, as her giant blue eyes watched Annabelle. Just as Annabelle finished off the strawberry, she heard the familiar thunderous footfalls that let her know another giantess was approaching. Annabelle watched Harper's smile transform into a pout.

"Omg, we never have any alone time," she groaned. 

Leah glided into the room, as she always did—with graceful, yet confident steps. Annabelle could see why Naomi constantly called her a princess. Even in her purple pajama shorts and camisole, she seemed elegant as she stepped into the room. 

Harper regarded her with a frown. "Why are you up so early?" She asked, pouting.

Leah looked down at the blonde with a raised eyebrow, "Good morning to you too. I was just talking to my father. He's in China right now, so this was the only time we could speak." 

Annabelle noted Leah's statement with surprise. The giantesses and their families certainly lived very different lives from her.

The Shrinkee watched Harper's face flash with slight guilt. "Oh," she said simply. She sighed, "Sorry, it's just that I wanted to eat breakfast with Poppy alone."

Annabelle watched Leah's green eyes scan the table from above. When they landed on Annabelle her face lit up with a smile. The giantess squatted in front of the table. It took Annabelle all she had not to back away from the shifting enormous figure. 

Nearly a full month with the giantesses, and she was still terrified of their sudden and giant movements.

Annabelle looked up at the beaming giantess.

Leah glanced at the empty table, "It looks like she's all done eating, aren't you?" Leah cooed. 

Before Annabelle or Harper could react, Leach grabbed Annabelle and rose to her full height. Annabelle squealed at the change in altitude. Air brushed past her body as she was taken up to a sudden massive height. 

"Hey!" Annabelle heard Harper protest from below. Leah ignored her and shifted Annabelle to her palms.

The Shrinkee lay in Leah's cupped hands. The giantess' smile widened as her gigantic face loomed over Annabelle. 

Without warning, Leah lowered her lips onto Annabelle's tiny body. The Shrinkee was overwhelmed by Leah's soft lips and the scent of cinnamon and tooth paste. The giantess unleashed a barrage of gigantic kisses onto Annabelle. The tiny girl's mind was going blank. All she could feel was the softness of Leah's lips and the air blowing from her nostrils. 

Annabelle's body vibrated as Leah hummed out, "Good morning my sweet Poppy."

Annabelle's breath hitched from the giant co-ed's vibrations. Immediately, the familiar sensation of guilt and shame passed through her. She hated when they pulled these reactions from her. The Shrinkee was relieved when Leah finally took her lips from her body. 

The giantess looked down at her, obviously pleased she had managed to get a reaction from Annabelle. 

"I said good morning, Poppy," Leah said again with a chuckle.

Annabelle blinked, trying to regain her senses. She looked up at the gleeful giantess, "G-Good morning Godde—"

Suddenly, Annabelle's greeting was cut off by Harper's gigantic hand snatching her away from Leah. Annabelle yelped. She hadn't even noticed that the blonde had stood up. Pressure tightened around Annabelle as Harper wrapped her in a secure fist.

Annabelle heard Harper's heart pound in her ear. The blonde had lifted her against her chest. 

"Leah! You know it's my time with Poppy," Harper whined. 

Leah smiled and put her giant hands up in a surrendering motion. "I know, I know, I was just saying good morning," she said.

"That, like, better be all you're doing," Harper said. She headed back towards the kitchen. Annabelle shook with every gigantic step Harper took.

The sound of Leah's thunderous steps let Annabelle know the giantess was following her. 

"Actually," Leah said, taking a seat at the kitchen island, "I wanted to ask Poppy something."

Annabelle's ears perked up at that admission. Harper placed Annabelle on the kitchen island with a sigh. 

"Does it have to be now? I was just about to give Poppy some chocolate," Harper frowned.

Annabelle deflated. She didn't know what was the worse option: answering Leah's no doubt invasive question, or continuing to be fed by hand like an animal when she was already so full she was about to burst.

"You can still feed her while I ask her," Leah suggested.

Annabelle swallowed a bitter laugh. Fantastic, she would get to do both.

Harper considered Leah's proposal, and nodded with a smile not long after. Annabelle watched the giantess reach into the cabinet and pull out a massive chocolate bar that dwarfed her. As the blonde began cutting it up into little pieces, Leah cleared her throat, causing Annabelle to turn around and look up towards the green eyed giantess.

"Poppy, I think there's been enough time since the accident that we can discuss what happened," Leah said.

Annabelle grimaced at the word "accident." She didn't understand how Naomi swallowing her could in any shape or form be considered an accident.   

"Poppy," Leah continued, "we already told you that you did such a terrific job when the locket got away from Naomi. You did everything absolutely perfectly, and we're so proud of you."

Annabelle could sense a "but" coming, and she wasn't thrilled about it. Before Leah could drop the other shoe, Harper's giant fingers suddenly appeared in front of her. Her nails pinched a small piece of chocolate. 

The blonde beamed down at her, "Here ya go, Poppy. You're such a good widdle girl."

Annabelle did what she had been doing for the past month—she pushed down the shame and did what the giantesses wanted her to do. Annabelle fit the entire piece of chocolate into her mouth. 

Despite the situation, Annabelle couldn't help but enjoy its rich flavor. It was easily the best chocolate Annabelle had ever eaten.

Leah's voice forced Annabelle out of her temporary trance. "But Poppy, I wanted to know what you were thinking when you were in the locket," Leah asked.

Annabelle stopped chewing. She knew what Leah was asking. She was surprised the giantesses had taken so long to interrogate her. Leah wanted to know why Annabelle hadn't called for Zoey's help when she had the chance.

There was less than a zero percent chance of Annabelle delving into her and Zoey's relationship and the reasons why she'd rather die than reveal her Shrinkee form to her titanic step-sister.

Annabelle swallowed. She would have to be careful with how she answered this. 

She looked up at Leah with a pitiful expression. She squeaked out, "I don't really know, Goddess, I was just scared."

Harper's giant finger pressed against her head and began to stroke her hair. "Oh Poppy," she pouted.

In contrast to Harper's reaction, Leah furrowed her dark brows at Annabelle. The Shrinkee knew Leah would be a hard sell. 

"I'll be honest with you Poppy, I initially thought you were going to reveal yourself to your step-sister," Leah said. 

Annabelle could feel the intensity of the giantess' gaze. She was looking to discern more information from Annabelle's reaction. The Shrinkee ensured not to give her anything she could work with. She opened her mouth to respond when Harper's booming voice cut through.

"Poppy would never do that!" Harper protested, "She loves me and would never try to run away."

Annabelle inwardly cringed. Although it was for the best that Harper believed Annabelle wouldn't try to escape, the giantess' constant love bombing was exhausting. 

Leah raised an eyebrow, "You are aware Poppy hasn't imprinted yet, right?"

Harper sighed as if she were irritated by Leah's idiocy, "Leah, Poppy and I are, like, connected. She's not going to leave me." The blonde held another piece of chocolate in front of Annabelle. The Shrinkee bit into it without hesitation. 

Harper's guard was already down, but Leah stared at Annabelle with obvious doubt. Annabelle decided to go for another strategy: the half-truth.

She swallowed the chocolate and gazed up at Leah. "Goddess Leah, I promised I would try to be the perfect pet. My dad has already been through so much. I just want to do all I can to keep him safe," Annabelle said.

Annabelle watched Leah take in her reasoning. Leah—and presumably the other giantesses excluding Harper—knew that she was their unwilling pet. If her explanation for avoiding Zoey was based on protecting her father rather than her wanting to remain as their pet, Annabelle was sure Leah would find it more believable. 

Annabelle stopped herself from flinching as Leah's massive finger came straight for her. With a delicate movement, Leah started scratching underneath Annabelle's chin.

Leah smiled down at the Shrinkee. "Well, hopefully when you imprint, we can leave all those nasty threats against your father behind us, huh widdle Poppy?" Leah cooed. 

She wasn't sure if Leah's suspicions about Zoey had been placed to rest, but she seemed to be dropping it for now. 

Annabelle gave her a small smile, "Yes, Goddess," Annabelle said. It physically hurt her to play this part, but hopefully, if everything went as planned, she wouldn't have to play along much longer. Any suspicion she had washed away from Leah's face. The emerald eyed giantess cooed as she made a move to pet Annabelle.

Before she could reach her, Annabelle found herself snatched away from Leah and grasped back into Harper's possessive hands. 

"We're going upstairs to watch Sara and Shrinkee. Alone," Harper huffed.  

Leah rolled her eyes with an exhale. "Harper," Leah said to the blonde. 

Harper looked back with a suspicious gaze. The blonde wrapped her fingers even tighter around the Shrinkee's body.

"Yeah?" She said, almost as a challenge.

Leah lips spread into a slow smile, "Happy Halloween."

Instantly, Annabelle felt Harper's mood shift. "Happy Halloween!" She chirped back.

Annabelle winced. She didn't know if it was because she'd reached the unwelcome marker of her first major holiday with the giantesses, or the fact that they were no doubt going to dress her up in some bullshit costume, but Annabelle was filled with dread.

Harper, of course not noticing Annabelle's despair, began to enthusiastically make her way upstairs.

Annabelle's head bobbed along to the rhythm of Harper's gigantic footsteps. As Harper skipped up the stairs, Annabelle held back a groan at the thought of her next activity. 

Sara and Shrinkee was a niche show about two estranged sisters who reconnect after the younger one is diagnosed with HDD. It was a "dramedy" that mostly focused from the perspective of the straight-laced older sibling who had always wanted to get her wild-child younger sister in line. The majority of the show was about Sara—the older sister—breaking down the younger sister's "walls" by smothering her with affection until she reciprocated.

Annabelle wasn't a fan. 

Harper strolled into her room, already humming the show's theme song. She placed Annabelle onto her desk and opened her laptop on her bed. Annabelle's eyes lazily circled around the pink room until they landed on her cage behind her. The smell was still pungent, but it no longer made her eyes water. 

A shadow suddenly cast over Annabelle, forcing her attention back to the giantess. The blonde giantess loomed over the desk. Annabelle had to take several steps back in order to see Harper's face beyond her massive chest.

Harper beamed as she lowered herself to her knees. She docked her chest against the desk. With gigantic pink nail polish-covered fingers, Harper squeezed and pushed her boobs up. 

"Come on Poppy," she chirped. 

Annabelle could have died from embarrassment. She loathed when the giantess did this. Annabelle did her best to control the grimace threatening to escape onto her face. She neared Harper's enormous chest. She could already feel the warmth from her body. Annabelle grabbed the fabric of her low cut shirt and managed to pull herself up. 

Unfortunately, the squishy ground that was Harper's breasts did not make for a stable position. Annabelle toppled forward and face planted onto Harper's cleavage.  

She jiggled around as Harper giggled. Before she could reposition herself, so she didn't have a face full of boob flesh, Annabelle was jostled again as Harper began to move.

The Shrinkee bounced a few times before Harper finally settled onto her bed. As Annabelle finally was able to sit up on her chest, Harper laughed brightly.

"That tickles, Poppy," she giggled.

Knowing Harper couldn't see her face from directly above, Annabelle rolled her eyes. 

"Sorry, Goddess," Annabelle grunted, pulling herself up onto her butt. 

Harper started humming again, gently vibrating Annabelle. The giantess pulled the laptop onto her stomach and leaned against her headboard. Annabelle watched with disdain as Harper pulled up and started the show. 

Watching from the laptop at her size was like watching it in a movie theatre. The show started off the same way it did every episode—with a flashback of the Shrinkee sister (pre-shrunken) fucking up in someway that affected the older sister. Then it would cut to the present where the two siblings would reconcile in a way that always managed to humiliate the Shrinkee sister.

This episode was about the younger sister apologizing for losing their dog when they were children. To make it up to her sister, she dresses up in a dog costume and pretends to be her dog for a day.

Annabelle cringed as she watched the red faced Shrinkee yap and flip around dressed as a Dalmatian. It was shows like this that set the Shrinkee movement back years. 

She leaned back onto Harper's chest, and rested her head on her soft flesh. Harper's gigantic finger traveled over to her. The massive digit traced across her small body. It began to stroke along Annabelle's side.

Between the rhythmic pounding of the giantess' heart and the gentle caresses, Annabelle's eyes became heavy. Annabelle knew it was fucked up to be lulled to sleep by the mass murdering co-ed, but she was just so tired.

Annabelle didn't know how long it had been, but she must've fallen asleep. A loud knock from Harper's door startled her awake. Annabelle's eyes darted towards the door as Naomi burst through. Annabelle jumped at the sudden and loud noise.

"What the hell?" Harper snapped. Her irritated voice shook Annabelle. The Shrinkee sat upright. 

Naomi, dressed in a band t-shirt and tiny denim shorts with tights, barreled into the room. Her lips were spread in a wide grin across her face.

"Harp, come downstairs, I gotta show Poppy something," she said. 

Harper grunted and sat up. The sudden motion jostled Annabelle forward, and she quickly toppled down from the giantess' cleavage. The Shrinkee yelped as she fell from the high perch. She didn't fall for long. She was caught by Harper's soft, vanilla scented hand. 

Disoriented, Annabelle watched lying down as Harper's gigantic face glared at Naomi.

"Poppy was sleeping," she huffed, "You woke her up."

Annabelle saw Naomi glance at her with the same intense expression she'd been wearing since she'd thrown her up. Annabelle closed her eyes and tried not to sigh aloud. She was beyond exhausted with the punk-rock giantess. 

After Naomi had swallowed Annabelle, the giantess had been very obviously trying to overcompensate for her actions by doing...a lot. Annabelle wasn't sure if any of the giantesses had ever felt guilt before, but it was obvious Naomi didn't know how to process her emotions.

In the past two weeks, Naomi had purchased over a dozen new outfits and costumes for Annabelle. She spent all of their one-on-one time suffocating her with kisses her and telling her how much she loved her. When the giantesses all hung out in a common area, Annabelle would catch Naomi staring at her with an intense expression she couldn't quite read.

As for Annabelle, she had put the whole being eaten alive thing out of her head. If there was anything she learned from the countless tragedies she experienced throughout her life, it was to push traumatic memories down, down, down into the darkest corners of her mind. It had served her well for eighteen years. She saw no need to change her methods now.

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Poppy," Naomi cooed. Although she was using the baby voice, she was also wearing a remorseful expression that seemed to pierce through Annabelle. 

Annabelle inwardly cringed. She didn't want to go another day with Naomi hyper focused on her. 

The Shrinkee sat up in Harper's hand and gave Naomi a small smile. "It's okay Goddess, what did you want to show me?" Annabelle asked.

Instantly, both Naomi and Harper melted. "Omg she is so cute," Harper squealed to Naomi who nodded in agreement. 

As the giantesses turned to each other to chirp about her adorableness, Annabelle rolled her eyes. She wasn't even trying to be "cute". 

Naomi returned her attention back to Annabelle, "Come downstairs Poppy, and I'll show you."

Harper stood up and Annabelle fell forward onto her palm. She still hadn't gotten used to their sudden movements. She hoped she would never have to. Harper wrapped her fingers around Annabelle. The two giantesses left the bedroom and thundered down the stairs and giggled like school girls. 

When they arrived in the living room, Annabelle was surprised to find it vacated. Most Saturdays, the giantesses just lounged around the house, casually tormenting her. 

Harper placed her onto the glass table, and sat on the floor in front of her. Like always, it took a second for Annabelle's feet to adapt to the coldness of the table. 

Naomi left the room and returned, hiding something behind her back. She loomed over the Shrinkee with a wide smile.

"Poppy, remember when you were so good with the locket and everything that happened?" Naomi asked. 

Annabelle nodded meekly. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she was already on edge. 

Naomi continued, her smile expanding, "Well do you remember how I told you that since you were such a good girl, I would get you anything you asked for?"

Annabelle stood straighter. Despite herself, a smile grew on her own face. It was a foreign feeling—she hadn't used those facial muscles in a while. But the occasion called for it. She didn't think Naomi had remembered her request. 

Annabelle nodded excitedly. Harper looked between the two of them with a confused expression. 

"Um, what are you talking about, Naomi?" She asked with a raised blonde eyebrow.

Naomi grinned sheepishly at Harper. "Well, I kinda promised Poppy something a while back," she admitted.

Annabelle found it interesting how Naomi had kept their conversation to herself. She knew the giantesses mostly held their cards close to their chests when it came to information about her, but she often heard them bragging about the activities (mostly sexual) that they did to her. 

Naomi revealed a magazine from behind her back. Annabelle's grin widened. It wasn't just any magazine—it was a Shrink-Life catalog.

Annabelle nearly jumped for joy. Finally, something was going her way. This plan had been simmering for a while. 

Harper scrunched up her face, confused, "Your family's magazine?" She asked.

Annabelle watched the huge girl sit down next to the blonde. "I told Poppy she could have whatever she wanted from my company, and she asked if she could look through a catalog or something. Most of this stuff is on the website, but I had the people at the company put together a physical copy of the newest stuff we have," Naomi explained.

"Oh wow," Harper breathed.

Naomi grinned proudly and placed the magazine in front them. "It took them a few weeks to put everything together, but they finally finished. They're even releasing this issue as a special edition," Naomi explained.

Annabelle walked up to the magazine while the giantesses loomed over from above. There was a group of young, attractive Shrinkees on the cover. They were posing as if they were in a park, having a picnic.

Annabelle scanned each Shrinkee intensely. After a thorough glance, Annabelle grabbed a corner of the magazine and attempted to turn it over. 

A gigantic finger slammed down on top of the magazine's center. Annabelle flinched and released the corner from her tiny hands. She warily turned around and faced the two smiling giantesses. Naomi's arm was stretched overtop Annabelle, revealing that it was her who had stopped Annabelle from opening the magazine.

The punk-rock giantess' grin expanded. Her white teeth were displayed for Annabelle to see. The Shrinkee shuddered at the sight. All the exposure therapy in the world couldn't stop her fear of being eaten.

"Poppy, I can tell you're excited, but aren't you forgetting something?" Naomi said.

Annabelle looked up at her with furrowed brows. Harper gave her a hint.

"Poppy, what do good widdle Shrinkees say when their Goddess gives them something?" Harper hummed. 

Annabelle held fast and didn't hesitate. She swallowed her pride and forced a smile, "Thank you so much Goddess Naomi."

Naomi's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Of course Poppy, you know I'd do anything for you," she beamed. 

Annabelle bit down a comment about letting her go then, and instead, faced back towards the magazine. Wind brushed past her as Naomi's black-painted nails flipped the magazine open. 

The first page was full of Shrinkees in pajamas. Annabelle's eyes swept over the smiling faces of the Shrinkees. She wasn't sure if she was projecting, but Annabelle could have sworn she saw fear behind their eyes. Still, when she didn't see what she was looking for, Annabelle walked over to where Naomi's hand was holding the corner of the magazine. She reached for the corner to turn the page, when Naomi pulled it away from her.

"Hold on, Poppy," she said. Both she and Harper were ogling the selection of Shrinkee pajamas. Annabelle deflated. She should've known the giantesses would slow her down.

A giant pink nail passed overhead Annabelle. It pressed into a Shrinkee wearing a panda onesie. 

"What about this one? Isn't it sooo cute?" Harper trilled.

"That one's fine, but what about this one?" Naomi said, pointing to a Shrinkee in a skunk onesie.

Harper scoffed, "Are you serious? We're not dressing Poppy up as a skunk." 

"Why not? It's the same fucking colors as the panda one," Naomi retorted. 

"Because, that's like saying Poppy stinks!" Harper protested.

"What? No, it's not," Naomi argued.

Annabelle faced towards the magazine and rolled her eyes. Why did they have to make everything so difficult?

They turned their attention to Annabelle. "Poppy, which one do you like best?" Harper asked.

"You like the skunk, don't you Poppy?" Naomi said, with a grin Annabelle could practically hear.

Annabelle stifled a sigh. She decided to use her default answer. Annabelle looked between both onesies and pretended to analyze them. She turned around to the awaiting giantesses.

"I like them both," she said with a pseudo-distressed expression. "I can't decide," she frowned.

The giantesses immediately abandoned their brief spat. 

"That's okay Poppy," Harper insisted, "We'll just get both."

Naomi nodded, "I could buy out this whole catalog, but I just want to know what you like, Poppy."

Annabelle shook her head, "I really don't have preference. I'm not looking for anything in particular."

The Shrinkee watched the giantesses swallow her lie. She was looking for something, and she was desperate to find it. She just couldn't let the giant co-eds sense that.

"Well, Shrink-Life has all kinds of cool shit," Naomi said.  

"We'll find something you'll love, Poppy," Harper assured. 

Annabelle scrutinized every inch of each page as the giantesses browsed through the magazine. With each new page, Annabelle became more and more disheartened. Page after page, Annabelle was faced with useless items and smiling Shrinkees she didn't care about.

The magazine's remaining pages began to dwindle until there were only a few pages left. Just as Annabelle was beginning to lose hope, Naomi flipped the page only to reveal two solid red pages. Across the two pages read, RESTRICTED TO EIGHTEEN AND OLDER. 

"Ha! I forgot they added this," Naomi laughed. Annabelle and Harper looked at Naomi with questioning expressions. 

Naomi clarified, "This is their red tape section. Usually you can only find this stuff on another of our online sites, but I had them take some photos and create a physical section for this magazine."  

"Wow, they did all of that just for this one issue?" Harper asked, impressed.

Naomi scoffed, "The way they fucked up with the locket, everyone's ass is on thin fucking ice...they better be able to do at least this."

Harper clasped her gigantic hands together. "Come on, I wanna see what they have," she giggled.

"Calm your clit, Harp," Naomi chuckled, "I'm turning the page."

Naomi flipped to the Red Tape section, and Annabelle's face burned from the embarrassment the images conjured. 

Annabelle's tumultuous adolescent years had never yielded much time for exploring her sexuality. She had superficial, physical crushes on the idiot boys in school, but they never went past shallow crushes. Her kiss with Oliver had been the extent of her consentual sexual experience.

Faced with images of Shrinkees in compromising and sexually explicit poses, Annabelle quickly covered her eyes. 

"Holy shit," she heard Naomi breathe. Annabelle recognized the heaviness of her voice. She was turned on.

"Yes...yes to everything in this selection," Harper panted. 

Annabelle swallowed. She needed to look at the photos. She just didn't want to see the Shrinkees in such humiliating poses. But she had to do it.

She slowly uncovered her eyes and peered up at the pages. Her eyes met a photo of a naked blonde Shrinkee in a crab position. She had some kind of tubular device inserted into her vagina. Whatever the device was doing, it looked like she was enjoying it. Her nipples were erect and pointing out, and her mouth was open as drool dribbled down her mouth. 

Annabelle quickly moved on to another image. Annabelle searched through the pages, but once again, she came up blank. That is until her eyes landed on the largest penis she'd ever seen. It was also the only penis she'd ever seen up close. 

It wasn't its size that surprised Annabelle. It was what it was doing—or rather what was being done to it.

A saddle was strapped on top of it. But what caught Annabelle's attention was the Shrinkee cowgirl on top of the saddle. She was posed as though she were riding the engorged member like a bull.

Her cowgirl outfit was a skimpy thing, with a miniskirt instead of pants, and a flannel shirt knotted up to her midriff. Annabelle took as step back as she tried to analyze the photo in front of her.

She scrutinized the cowgirl Shrinkee. Her hair was a midnight black. She was winking at the camera, but the one eye that was open was a brilliant blue. Annabelle's heart started to beat faster. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she was sure she'd found her.

The Shrinkee peered closer to see the cowgirl's hand when Naomi suddenly started to turn the page. Before considering the situation, Annabelle yelped out a, "Wait!" 

Naomi stopped in her tracks. Blood rushed to Annabelle's face as she realized what she had just done.

"Poppy?" Harper asked, perplexed. Annabelle clenched her fists and continued to face away from them. She couldn't look at them.

"Are you actually interested in this stuff?" Naomi asked. The giantesses sounded genuinely surprised. There wasn't even a hint of teasing in either of their voices.

"I-I um, no I—" Annabelle sputtered. She couldn't think of an excuse.

Harper's clear voice ordered, "Poppy look at us."

Annabelle swallowed, but obeyed. The giantesses looked over her with scrutinizing and intrigued expressions. Their huge eyes focused on her. Annabelle shuddered. The giantesses' full attention never ceased to unnerve her.

"Poppy," Naomi's face softened, "You don't have anything to be embarrassed about. In fact, we'd like it if you were more interested in these kinds of things."

Annabelle shook her head frantically. The last thing she wanted was to give them more excuses to violate her. 

She glanced back at the cowgirl Shrinkee. Without thinking she blurted, "I-I just thought she looked pretty."

Harper's face instantly darkened. "What?" She asked coldly.

Annabelle winced at the rapid change in Harper's demeanor. Nope. That was the wrong thing to say. Annabelle tried to repair the damage. "I-I mean I thought her outfit was pretty," she said.

Harper stared at Annabelle with suspicion. Naomi observed the photo closely. "She's right, this is a cute costume, but Poppy would look much better in it," Naomi declared. 

Annabelle wanted to look at the photo again, but Harper's gaze was glued onto her. The Shrinkee came up with a different plan.

"Thank you Goddess, but I don't think so," she sighed dramatically. Annabelle walked backwards towards the photo. She glanced up at the giantesses, whose eyes were still on her. 

She continued, "I think she's a lot prettier than me. I don't think I could pull off that costume."

The giantesses took the bait completely. They both erupted into enthusiastic objections. Annabelle took the opportunity to scan the photo under the guise of being insecure. It didn't take long for her to find what she had been looking for.

On the right hand of the cowgirl was a dark birthmark. It was in the shape of a star. Glee, pure glee filled Annabelle. She'd found her.

Camilla Dufort was still alive. At least she had been alive in the last few weeks since Shrink-Life created this magazine. But this was what she needed—proof. She had proof! 

It wasn't everything, but it was enough to validate her hope—and hopefully Chef Dufort's too.

Above her, the giantesses were still blabbering on about how much prettier she was than Camilla.

Naomi huffed, "Poppy, most of these photos are airbrushed. Plus, Shrink-Life's studio has cameras and other equipment that are worth thousands of dollars to make those disgusting bugs look even halfway fucking decent."

Annabelle considered asking her where the studio was located, but she knew that would be too conspicuous of a question. For now, it was just enough that she knew Camilla was still alive.

"Poppy," Harper said, forcing Annabelle's attention to the giant blonde. Harper raised Annabelle's chin up with her hot pink fingernail. 

Harper stared down at her with a serious expression. "Poppy," she said again, "You have to understand that you are like soooo much better than those bugs."

Naomi nodded along. She sneered, "They are nothing. Like how you worship us, they should be fucking worshiping you."

Annabelle struggled to keep a neutral face. They were talking about people. They were talking about her family. 

"Come on Poppy," Harper said. The baby voice had returned, "Repeat after me, 'I am better than those bugs.'"

Annabelle's eyes widened. Every day the giantesses tried to push her behind the line of humanity, little by little. She told herself that she was just doing what she had to survive, but moments like this one really wrecked her.

Harper looked down at her expectedly. Annabelle had come so far. This was just another thing she had to do.

With a shaky voice, she started, "I-I am—"

The sound of the front door unlocking cut her off. Harper sighed irritably and removed her finger away from Annabelle's chin. Relief filled the tiny girl. Annabelle could hear Leah and Molly giggling wildly and yapping away from the front door area. They strutted into the living room, holding shopping bags and half drunken cups of iced coffee. 

"What are you guys doing?" Molly asked. She and Leah set the bags on the floor.

Leah peered over the coffee table and looked down at the magazine. Annabelle took the moment to once again acknowledge how absolutely massive these co-eds were. The Shrinkee had to crane her neck up to even see Leah's gigantic face.

"Apparently you guys were having your own fun," Leah smirked. 

"I mean we were," Naomi retorted. She closed the magazine, creating a gust of wind for Annabelle.

Harper leaned her elbow against the glass table and rested her chin in her hand. With her free hand, she began stroking Annabelle's back. The Shrinkee had to sit down from the weight of the enormous finger, but she had to begrudgingly admit that it felt good.

"What were you guys doing? I thought you were just picking up the costumes," Harper asked.

Molly plopped down on the armchair and exhaled. "We were, but we ran into some moths," the brunette explained.

"Someone must have found out we were picking up our costumes today, because when we got to the store there were people waiting for us," Leah said.

Annabelle was truly confused. She didn't understand why anyone would care what the giantesses were wearing, let alone why they cared so much that they would stalk out a costume shop.

"Did you tell them to fuck off?" Naomi asked. 

Molly sighed, "I don't know why you keep saying that. You're the only one who can get away with that."

"You told that student council dork to fuck off after he kept DMing us," Naomi pointed out.

Molly stared at her blankly before realization hit her, "Oh you mean Bennet. I didn't tell him to 'fuck off.' I was nice about it. Turns out, you don't have to be a jerk to people to get what you want."

Naomi smirked, "But it's so much more fun being a bitch."

Leah scoffed, "If you told those moths to fuck off, they'd just brag about it on their socials."

The punk-rock giantess shrugged in a 'what can I say' manner. 

Molly sat up in the armchair, "Leah, remember the thing you got for Poppy." She nodded to the bags.

Annabelle looked up warily. Presents from the giantesses typically just meant embarrassing costumes. 

"Oh right," Leah smiled. Instead of bending down and searching in one of the many shopping bags, Leah opened her purse and pulled out something that she hid in her hand. 

In a swift, yet graceful movement, Leah sat down at the coffee table adjacent to Naomi and Harper.  

"Come over here, Poppy," Leah ordered with a smile. 

Harper reluctantly stopped stroking Annabelle, allowing her to make her way over to the emerald eyed giantess.

Leah presented her closed fist in front of Annabelle. She turned it over and opened her palm wide. A red ball sat in the middle of her hand. Leah grabbed it with her other fingers and held it in front of Annabelle.

It was about the size of a basketball to Annabelle. The Shrinkee accepted it from the giantess. 

"Thank you Goddess," Annabelle said softly. She didn't understand the purpose of the ball, but she was glad it wasn't another revealing outfit.

Annabelle's head was lowered as Leah patted her head with her giant finger. "Of course, Poppy. You can play with that while we're gone tonight," she said.

Annabelle looked up at her with furrowed eyebrows, "You're leaving?" She suppressed a smile. She liked the idea of having some time to herself to consider her next steps now that she knew Camilla was alive.

Leah smiled and scratched underneath her chin, "Yes Poppy, we have a Halloween party we have to attend tonight."

Harper blurted, "But we'd rather stay here with you Poppy."

"Why do you have to go?" Annabelle asked. She, of course, did not care about their soon to be absence from the house, but she saw no reason not to rack up some points with the giantesses. 

The giantesses did their usual cooing and squealing at Annabelle's question. Leah squeezed Annabelle's cheeks together between her thumb and finger. Her fingers were cold and smelled like coffee. 

"Are you going to miss us Poppy?" Leah cooed. Annabelle nodded with her squished cheeks. Leah smiled and released her and patted her head. 

Molly explained, "Poppy, sometimes we have to do certain things for the school. Tonight we're going to be hosting the Halloween party. Every year we choose a small business to create our costumes, and we take lots of pictures with people to drum up their business. It's great for the community."

Annabelle didn't think their one good deed compensated for all of the mass murders, but what did she know? 

"This year we're gonna be witches!" Harper chirped. 

Annabelle bit down a comment about them already being witches and instead asked, "You all wear the same costume?"

Naomi nodded, "Yeah, but we're allowed to ask for our own personal altercations."

Leah took a sip of her coffee. The loud ice clattering inside the cup almost made Annabelle unable to hear the giantess.

"Do you mean how your costume looks like something a dominatrix would wear?" Leah snarked. 

Before Naomi could retort and the giantesses could do their usual bickering, Annabelle quickly asked Leah, "Goddess Leah, what does your costume look like?"

Leah beamed down at her, "Well, you'll see it before we go, Poppy. But it's long and very elegant."

"Otherwise known as fucking boring," Naomi scoffed. 

Leah narrowed her eyes at the punk-rock giantess. Harper interrupted their beginning spat.

"Poppy! Poppy!" She sang, "I think you'll like mine. It's so cute!"

Naomi rolled her eyes, "Are you sure you won't be too cold, Harp? There's not a whole lotta fabric to cover up."

Leah added on with a smirk, "Yeah when we picked it up I thought the tailor hadn't finished yours yet."

Harper huffed, "Ha ha, you guys are like, so funny. We have the cloaks too, so I'll be fine." 

As the giantesses teased each other, Annabelle couldn't help but notice that Molly was pretty quiet. She stared at the shopping bags with a forlorn expression. Although Annabelle was thirty murdered students past feeling any sympathy for the giantesses, she knew it was best to know their emotional state for survival purposes. 

The Shrinkee took a mental note and moved on. She turned to the giantesses and asked, "How long are you going to be away?"

Naomi grinned as she patted Annabelle's head, "Why? Are you planning on throwing your own party when we're gone?" 

"The party starts in a couple of hours, but we have to be there a little bit early to make sure everything is going okay," Molly said, coming out of her trance.

"We would take you with us Poppy but..." Harper trailed off, exchanging glances with the other giantesses. 

Annabelle didn't need them to explain. Since the incident with the locket, the giantesses had kept her under the strictest of lockdowns. She hadn't left the house since they returned from the funeral. They'd abandoned the usage of the necklaces. They didn't even put her in their shoes to hide her anymore.  

It had been almost two weeks since Annabelle had seen anyone other than the giantesses. She wasn't surprised they weren't going to take her to a heavily populated Halloween party.  

"We should start getting ready," Leah announced, changing the subject. 

The armchair groaned as Molly stood up. She placed a chubby hand against the edge of the table. "Come on Poppy, it's your time with me," she called sweetly.

Annabelle made her way over to the giantess, careful not to drop her ball. As she crossed over to Molly, Naomi mentioned, "Mol, Poppy's costume is in my room, I'll bring it to you in a second."

Annabelle stopped in her tracks and looked up at Naomi. She felt the dread rising in her, and based on the giantesses' amused expressions, it was showing on her face.

"Goddess, you got me a costume?" She squeaked out. 

"Of course, Poppy," Naomi grinned, "It matches our costumes too." 

Annabelle figured they would do this. Every day was already like Halloween for her with all the ridiculous outfits they made her wear. The Shrinkee gripped the ball tighter.

Molly called Annabelle over again, "Come on Poppy." 

Annabelle stumbled before briskly going over to Molly. She was definitely the most impatient giantess when it came to following orders. "S-Sorry Goddess," Annabelle said. 

Molly smiled, satisfied, as Annabelle stepped into her warm and squishy hand. She lifted her up to her face, causing Annabelle to fall to her butt from the change in height. 

Molly's beautiful chubby face appeared over Annabelle. She wasted no time puckering her massive pink lips and pressing them against Annabelle's tiny face.

"Mwah," she kissed, coating Annabelle's face with saliva. "How is sweet widdle Poppy today?" Molly cooed.

Annabelle was overcome by the smell of coffee. She pushed past it. "I'm okay Goddess Molly," Annabelle answered, trying not to let Molly's saliva into her mouth. Molly smiled brightly down at Annabelle.

She started to take Annabelle to her room, when Leah stopped her.

"Molly, don't forget your costume," she said off handily. The other giantesses were already on their phones. It was like they had the world's shortest attention span when it came to anything other than Annabelle.  

Annabelle glanced up and was surprised to see the same uneasy expression on Molly's face that she'd seen before. 

"Yeah," Molly mumbled. She trudged over to the shopping bag and picked it up. All the walking and bending forced Annabelle to center herself in Molly's hand to keep from falling over. 

Molly wrapped her fingers around Annabelle and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. She entered the room and placed the bag onto her desk chair. She sat on her bed, and started stroking Annabelle like a kitten. Not long after, Harper brought Annabelle's cage and placed it on Molly's desk. Naomi did the same with a tiny gift bag that the Shrinkee was sure held her costume. She also tossed Annabelle's ball into the cage.

After cooing some goodbyes, the two giantesses left the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Even though they were alone, Molly showed no sign of stopping her petting. Frustratingly, like Harper's earlier stroking, Molly's chubby finger was like magic against Annabelle's tiny frame. The Shrinkee didn't know if the giantesses took massage lessons for Shrinkees, but they always pressed her right buttons.

To keep from melting in Molly's hand, Annabelle distracted herself by looking around the giantess' room. It was the neatest of all the giantesses' rooms. It was also the most subdued. There were no posters on the walls like in Naomi's room, or fairy lights like in Harper's room. 

The only ounce of personality Annabelle found within the room was a purple bookshelf, and even that was filled with textbooks and books on business and management.  

After a few more minutes of silence, Annabelle finally looked up at the giantess. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the shopping bag on her desk chair.

Annabelle stifled a sigh. She needed to get to bottom of this. Is was never a good idea to let the giantesses stew in any emotional distress. They always ended up taking that energy into their interactions with her.

"Um, Goddess Molly," Annabelle spoke up. Molly stopped stroking Annabelle and looked down at her with her massive crystal blue eyes. 

"Yes Poppy?" She asked.

"Uh, is uh, something wrong?" Annabelle asked.

Molly stared at Annabelle with furrowed brows and a frown, and the Shrinkee began to wish she'd kept her mouth shut. Then Molly's face relaxed and she turned back to the shopping bag. 

She released a heavy sigh.

Molly raised Annabelle so she was eye level. Annabelle swallowed nervously under her intense gaze.

"Poppy, do you think I'm pretty?" Molly asked. 

Annabelle was surprised at the insecurity in Molly's voice. The giantess was always so confident when dealing with other giant people, and out of the four of them, she often took the lead when dealing with non-Annabelle related matters. 

Annabelle didn't understand why she needed validation from her. When the other giantesses asked similar questions, they were obviously fishing for compliments. Annabelle wasn't getting the same vibe from Molly. The Shrinkee decided to be honest.

"Um, yeah," she nodded. "I think you're pretty."

Instead of showing signs of being flattered, Molly exhaled even deeper. Annabelle's hair blew in the wind the giantess created. 

"Poppy, you've seen the other girls. Like, you've seen them, right?" Molly asked.

Blood rushed to Annabelle's cheeks as unwanted images popped up in her mind. "Yeah," she muttered, nodding her head.

"So you understand why I'm not exactly excited to wear a similar costume and stand next to them all night," Molly said. 

Annabelle shook her head, "Goddess, I really don't understand what you're talking about. You're just as beautiful as the other Goddesses."

Annabelle was angry Molly was forcing her to compliment her, but it was true. She turned heads just as much as the other giantesses did. In fact, most people looked to her first because she was the closest thing the giantesses had to a spokesperson. Naomi was too mean, Leah was too aloof and uninterested, and Harper was too airheaded to constantly deal with those they considered "moths." 

Molly's eyes widened at Annabelle's words. "Do you really think so, Poppy?" Molly asked.

Annabelle nodded. She had no idea where Molly's insecurities stemmed from. From what she'd seen, people worshiped her wherever she went. 

Molly smiled at Annabelle. The Shrinkee winced as her giant plump lips approached her again. But instead of a face full of slobber, Molly's kiss was soft and gentle. 

"Thank you, Poppy," Molly said. 

Annabelle ignored the tingling sensation her face felt from Molly's lips as the chubby giantess placed Annabelle onto her bed. Annabelle landed onto the cushy mattress with a soft plop. 

The smell of peppermint instantly wafted into her nose. Annabelle was looking at the faint floral pattern of Molly's bed sheets when she heard a muffled thud in the distance. Annabelle looked up to see Molly standing in front of her closet mirror. She was removing her clothes, one article at a time. Annabelle was mesmerized by the massive co-ed shifting and moving around. It never ceased to amaze Annabelle just how fast and nimble the giantesses could be.

When Molly was down to just her white bra and panties, she started to stare at herself in the mirror. 

Annabelle stared too. She meant what she'd said before—Molly was beautiful. It was annoying. She wished the giantesses' outsides matched their horrific insides. 

As beautiful as Molly was, Annabelle wouldn't forget who she was and what she did. Those same thick white thighs had obliterated the Shrinkee boy who tried so desperately to help her.

Her smooth stomach that expanded past her waistline was the same one that had hosted the nightmarish "Find the Cherry" game. 

The giantesses could be the most beautiful creatures on the planet, but Annabelle would never be able to look at them and not feel sick.

"I guess I'm not too bad," Molly said, checking herself out in the mirror. With thunderous steps she walked back over to the bed. Annabelle was engulfed in her massive shadow. Annabelle instinctively began backing away from her enormous form. 

Before she could move too far, Molly scooped her up into her palm. Annabelle braced herself as the giantess turned back around and sat down onto the bed. 

Molly's ginormous face appeared over Annabelle's tiny form. She smiled down at the Shrinkee for a moment, before sadness once again filled her features. 

"Poppy, you're lucky. You have the perfect body. You can pull off anything you wear," Molly muttered. Her chubby finger caressed her side. Annabelle inwardly fumed. Had Molly forgotten that it was her and insane roommates that had warped her body into this sex doll-like figure? 

"I didn't always look like this, Goddess," Annabelle said, some of her bitterness seeping through.  

"Still," Molly protested, "I've seen pictures of you before you shrank. You've always had a cute figure." 

Annabelle wasn't going to reveal the deep-seated body image issues she held with one of her captors, but she needed to say something to get Molly out of this funk.

"Goddess, I don't think there's one ideal shape or figure that clothes look best in," Annabelle said. Molly's intense blue orbs focused on her.

"What does that mean, Poppy?" Molly asked, peering down at Annabelle.

Annabelle felt her cheeks burn. She looked away from Molly's intense expression. 

Annabelle sighed, annoyed that the brunette was making her spell it out, "It means that if you're pretty, then you're pretty. Just because you're bigger than the other Goddesses doesn't mean you're less prettier than them. You're just pretty at a heavier weight."

A sudden silence filled the room after Annabelle stopped speaking. The Shrinkee was too nervous to turn her head to see Molly's reaction to her words. Annabelle cursed herself inwardly. She was sure she'd just offended the giantess in some way.

"Oh Poppy," Molly's wavering voice muttered, breaking the silence. Annabelle glanced at the giantess. Her huge eyes were tearing up. The giantess moved her closer to her lips.

"Poppy," she breathed, covering Annabelle with hot air. "You are," she started. Molly's giant lips barged towards Annabelle. She pecked her tiny body with every word. 

"The—" Molly pressed her head against her lips and removed them just as quickly.

"Sweetest—" She returned her lips to Annabelle's head, not giving Annabelle anytime to recover. 

"Little—" This time when the giantess' enormous mouth attacked, its lips were partly open, sending a hot blast of peppermint and coffee scented air over Annabelle.

"Thing—" Molly's tongue made its appearance. The pink monster gleefully glided across Annabelle's face.

"Ever!" Molly squealed, retracting her lips, only to pucker and barrel them towards Annabelle. 

The entire ordeal had only lasted a few seconds, but Annabelle couldn't take any more. She was disgusted by Molly's slobber and hot breath. So when she saw the gigantic lips headed straight for her, Annabelle acted out of primal instinct.

She rolled out of the way—out of Molly's chubby palm. Before she had fully comprehended her actions, she was plummeting through the air. With a squeal, Annabelle landed right onto Molly's squishy thighs. Annabelle bounced slightly before landing on her back. A dull pain spread across the Shrinkee's back, but none of her bones were broken.

Annabelle's vision slowly returned to focus. She saw Molly's gigantic chubby face peer down at her over her bulbous belly with an amused smile. 

"You have to be more careful, Poppy," she giggled.

Annabelle looked away from her gleeful face, not wanting to reveal the disdain that she felt. Annabelle's eyes swept across Molly's huge thighs. Memories of the night they had shrunken her flashed through her mind. She was on the same thighs that had obliterated the Shrinkee boy. Annabelle's breathing began to feel shallow. 

She had to get off. Annabelle started to crawl away. Molly burst into giggles, shaking Annabelle.

"Poppy, stop that tickles!" Molly laughed.

The jiggling of Molly's thighs only highlighted the memories of that night. Annabelle still tried to scurry away. Molly's laughter grew louder. She separated her massive thighs. Without thinking, Annabelle reached for the closest thing to keep her from falling—Molly's white panties. Annabelle grabbed onto the panty's waistline with both of her hands. Her legs kicked widely as she tried to stabilize herself. 

From above, she heard Molly's laughter transform into a groan. Molly squealed out a moan. "P-Poppy, stop moving," Molly gasped.

Somewhere in her mind Annabelle knew she should stay still or let go, but the primal part of her brain was screaming at her that this was the same exact spot the Shrinkee boy had been murdered.

Annabelle continued to kick and squirm manically. Her body began to feel a slight dampness every time she moved. 

"P...Poppy..." Molly moaned from above.

Gravity found Annabelle as her hands lost their grip. Annabelle slipped and crashed onto the mattress below her. The Shrinkee found herself right between Molly's thighs. Annabelle groaned. The fall had knocked some of the wind from her. Annabelle's eyes opened and she saw she was surrounded by expansive flesh.

Still, that was not the most terrifying sight. In front of the Shrinkee was Molly's wall of panties. Annabelle could not help but notice the huge damp spot in its center.

Her world shook as Molly moaned again. Annabelle craned her neck to look up at the chubby giantess. She couldn't see her beyond her bulging stomach and large boobs. Still, based on the wet spot—that was growing—on her panties and the increase in temperature around Annabelle, she knew what was happening.  

"Poppy..." Molly's voice moaned. "I told you to stop moving, this is your fault," Molly panted. 

Annabelle yelped as the wall of Molly's panties suddenly dragged itself towards her. The air around her only grew warmer and more humid. Annabelle's skin became damp and started to stick to the bed sheets beneath her. Molly's gigantic panty-covered pussy filled her vision. It crept towards her like a predator stalking it's prey.

Instead of pouncing, it slowly dragged over Annabelle like a rolling pin over dough.

"S-Stop!" Annabelle screamed. Before she knew it, her legs were crushed underneath Molly's pussy. There was the feeling of unbelievable weight, and then nothing. Annabelle was sure the bones in her legs had been broken, but she didn't feel any pain.

Soon, Annabelle's torso also disappeared under Molly's pussy. 

"OooOoah," Molly moaned. Her voice shook every atom of Annabelle's being. The enormous pussy had stopped moving. Annabelle was too panicked to even scream. She didn't know what was coming next, but she knew Molly wasn't done.

As if on cue, Molly's pussy began moving again, but instead of fully covering Annabelle's entire body, Molly began wiggling and grinding her hips.

Pain finally found Annabelle, as her body was introduced to a different world of pressure. Darkness overtook Annabelle. Molly bent herself forward to effectively grind her entire pussy into Annabelle's tiny form.

"H...Holy shit, fuck Poppy...oh my god yes!" Molly groaned.  

This wasn't the first time Annabelle had been used as a masturbation tool for the giantesses, but this was the fist time one of them had placed all of their weight onto her. It was an impossible amount of pressure to be under. Annabelle felt as though she was being squished from all sides.  

Annabelle was also becoming slathered in Molly's thick juices. With every twitch and buck of Molly's hips, Annabelle was sure she was going to pass out. In fact, she prayed for it. Anything to end this.

Suddenly, Molly stopped. Annabelle was perplexed. Her body was wet, but it wasn't...drenched. There was no way Molly had finished. 

The giantess quickly stood up. She stumbled a bit, most likely due to her wobbly sex legs. Annabelle took the opportunity to breathe in non-Molly scented crisp air. The Shrinkee already felt a few of her bones begin to reattach. 

Annabelle's eyes peered up to the heavens to see Molly red-faced, and looking almost as out of breath as she felt. The chubby giantess' bright blue eyes were overflowing with lust. In a quick movement, Molly grabbed Annabelle. The Shrinkee yelled from the pain of the giantess moving her non-yet mended bones.

"Shh, Poppy," Molly cooed with an almost drunken smile. 

If Annabelle's arms weren't broken, she would've flipped the giantess off. The bed groaned as Molly crawled on top of her mattress. Annabelle watched with curiosity and a healthy dosage of dread as Molly grabbed one of her pillows.

She turned it onto its side so the narrow and long part of the pillow was standing up. Annabelle, still confused, braced herself as Molly placed her onto the side of the pillow. Annabelle was clueless as to what was about to happen until Molly placed her thick thighs on either side of the pillow. Annabelle balked at the scene around her. 

Molly's massive thighs straddled the pillow and subsequently Annabelle's tiny body. Molly's soaked panties loomed from above. 

Annabelle's stomach dropped once she realized what Molly planned on doing. 

"W-Wait!" She begged.

Annabelle could only see Molly's thighs and panties, but her voice still boomed around her. 

"Oh my sweet Poppy. You're such a sweet little Shrinkee. Your Goddess loves you very much, did you know that?" Molly panted. 

Without any more delay, Molly's panty-covered pussy descended upon the Shrinkee. This time Annabelle's entire body was engulfed by the ginormous crotch. Strangely enough, the pressure wasn't as intense as before. 

The firmness of the mattress had been replaced with the softness of the pillow. When Molly fully placed her weight on Annabelle, she was protected somewhat by the cushion of the pillow. 

Still, Annabelle's relief didn't last long. Molly wasted no time continuing her grinding. Annabelle could feel the giantess' hips moving back and forth on top of her. There was essentially no air to breathe, yet somehow Annabelle hadn't passed out.

Molly's movements began to grow faster and faster. The giantess bucked widely against the pillow, moaning and groaning with what sounded like all the air in her lungs. She humped the pillow like her life depended on it.

"Poppy..." Molly grunted. Her thrusts were getting more intense. Molly groaned, "Oh my god, I...I'm going to..."

An enormous amount of wet, thick cum washed over the Shrinkee. Annabelle was coated in gallons of Molly's cum, as the giantess had an explosive orgasm. Even with the panties blocking the source, gallon after gallon of cum still seeped through the now drenched fabric. Molly's hips finally stopped moving. 

Annabelle could hear her heavy panting from beyond the weight that surrounded her. Molly finally scooted from the pillow, allowing Annabelle to breathe again. 

Annabelle gasped, trying to take in all the air she could. She couldn't move or see. Her face was covered in Molly's sex goop. 

With her enormous chubby fingers, Molly gingerly peeled Annabelle from the soaked pillow. She lay Annabelle gently into her soft palm. An immense, but careful pressure swept over Annabelle's head, as Molly lightly wiped her cum from Annabelle's face.

"There you are, my cute widdle Poppy," Molly sighed softly. Her face was still flushed, but her eyes looked down at Annabelle with adoration instead of lust.

Molly stroked Annabelle's sides. The Shrinkee groaned from the pain. 

Molly chuckled, "Whoops, I guess you're still sore. Still, it was worth it right?" 

Annabelle didn't know what the insane giantess was talking about. She was focused on not letting Molly's juices into her mouth. The Shrinkee just wanted to pass out already. 

Molly continued, "You know people say I'm beautiful all of the time, but when you called me pretty, Poppy, that was the first time I actually felt like it. You're the only one who's ever made me feel sexy."

Annabelle was too tired to respond, but that was probably for the best. She wasn't in a "perfect pet" mood. All she could do was breathe heavily and stare up at Molly while she spoke to her.  

Molly smiled down at Annabelle, "I don't think I really understood what being your Goddess meant until recently, Poppy. At first I thought the most important thing was that you obey me, but when Naomi ate you, I was terrified. I felt that I let you down somehow."

A twinge of sadness flashed over Molly's features. Quickly enough, her smile returned, "But since we've moved past that, I think I finally get it now. Our relationship is the most important—how we make each other feel. I already love you so much Poppy. I can't even imagine how much I'll love you after you imprint on me. Just think Poppy, the sooner you imprint on me, the sooner we can start our lives together—just us."

Annabelle closed her eyes. She was beyond exhausted of listening to the giantesses give their "why you should imprint on me" speeches. 

It wasn't as though she had a choice in the matter. 

Molly's voice boomed around her, "Aww, are you tired widdle Poppy? Sorry, but I have to get you all cleaned up. We both have to get into our costumes. Don't worry, you can sleep in your room after we leave." 

If Annabelle had any energy, she would've cried out of frustration. She just wanted to sleep. She felt the air brush past her and heard the creaking of the bed as Molly made the motions to stand up. Molly got up with a grunt.

"Now," the giantess hummed. "Let's get you washed up and into your costume. I can't wait to see you in it. It's puuurrrfeect."