They had done it. After almost a month of idiotic and humiliating outfits, the giantesses had finally found the worst costume.   

"Do it again! Do it again Poppy!" Harper's booming voice chirped. 

Every inch of Annabelle's face prickled. Blood rushed to her face. She had never been so embarrassed—which was saying a lot. The Shrinkee crawled around Molly's desk on her hands and knees. It wasn't an easy feat, she was still sore from her time with Molly. The clingy black material of the cat costume stuck to Annabelle's body. With every movement, the costume's long tail brushed against one of her legs. The Shrinkee had to be careful not to trip over the long thing.

Annabelle took a deep breath and looked up at the delighted faces of her gigantic captors. They all looked aggravatingly gorgeous in their witch costumes. The enormous co-eds were all looming above the desk, their faces filled with obvious anticipation.

Annabelle braced herself. She just had to do it.

"Meow, meow," she mewed.

The giantesses erupted with squeals and praises. Harper, whose witch costume had a lot of mesh and not much else, bent down until her ginormous face was in front of Annabelle. She—along with the other giantesses—wore a pointy witch's hat that displayed the University of Queenston's logo on its side.

Harper's huge blue eyes that were bordered by dark eye shadow, shone with adoration. "Who is the cutest widdle kitty cat in the whole universe?" She purred. 

Annabelle's cat ears headband almost fell off from the force of Harper's breath. 

Molly sighed, "I really wish we could take pictures together." She placed her hands on her hips. The chubby giantess' witch costume was the classic black dress, but Molly had done her make up in a surprisingly sexy look. Molly hardly wore make up, and when she did it was always very subtle. 

Annabelle suspected she knew the cause of Molly's sudden change, but like all of her traumatic experiences, she had already locked that memory deep into her mind. 

"Well when Poppy imprints on me, you guys can take all the photos of us that you want," Naomi smirked. She, of course, had gone for a more alternative witch look. Her costume had a lot of stylized tears and zippers. Ironically, her make up hadn't changed that much from her usual look. It was slightly darker and heavier. She wore black lipstick to top it all off. 

Leah retorted, "Thankfully Poppy won't have to take any tacky photos when she imprints on me." The emerald eyed giantess wore a long and elegant midnight black costume that tightly hugged her perfect curves. 

"Tacky?" Naomi snarled, "Maybe you should get your eyes checked, princess—"

Molly broke up the bickering between the two giantesses, "Guys can we please try and remember what tonight is about?" She pleaded to the other giantesses. "People are still upset about the Shrinkee bus crash, so we have to really lighten things up," Molly insisted.

Harper groaned and stood up to her full height. Annabelle drew back from the massive co-ed's movements. 

"It's been like a month, how are people still crying about those bugs?" She scoffed.  

Leah raised a dark eyebrow at Harper, "Remember, that extermination was the largest one we've had on campus. Of course people are anxious, we knew that would be a risk when we agreed on the extermination."

Naomi rolled her eyes, "So can we stop yapping, and fucking party until everyone forgets about those dumbass bugs?"

Annabelle knew there was a less than one percent chance of it happening, but she wished the giantesses would somehow be caught. The people they killed deserved justice.

Annabelle watched Molly pull out her gigantic phone to check the time. A frown appeared on the giantess' plush lips, "She's right, we need to go now or we're going to be late."

Almost in unison, the giantesses' eyes all turned to Annabelle. The Shrinkee flinched under their sudden gazes. Leah's gigantic finger approached Annabelle. The Shrinkee felt the familiar sensation of the giantess' manicured nail pressed against her skin. Leah began scratching underneath her chin.  

"We'll be back in a few hours, so be a good girl, okay Poppy?" Leah smiled down at Annabelle. 

"Um, Goddess," Annabelle started, her head moving along to Leah's scratching, "Do you have my pajamas?" She asked. There was no way she could sleep in the skin tight cat costume. 

Leah cocked her head with an amused smile. Annabelle's heart sank. Why did they have to make everything so difficult?

"Do you not like your costume, my widdle kitty cat?" Leah hummed, still scratching her underneath her chin.

"Um no—I mean yes—but—" Annabelle's nervous ramblings were cut off when she was lifted into the air by Naomi. Annabelle hadn't even registered her movements until she was already miles above the ground. 

The punk-rock giantess had grabbed her by her costume's tail. She dangled freely from Naomi's fingers. Annabelle let out a shriek that incited the other giantesses to burst into laughter. Annabelle floundered in the air. Her mind went blank with panic. She was so high up without anything to secure her. 

Naomi raised her even higher until she was above her massive head. 

"Really, Poppy, I don't know why you want to take it off," she laughed through the Shrinkee's screams, "You look good enough to eat."

The punk-rock giantess parted her black tinted lips. Annabelle gazed down into the dark abyss that had haunted her dreams for the past month. The giantess' white teeth glistened with saliva. Her monstrous pink tongue danced in await for its tiny guest. 

Annabelle wildly kicked the air. Terror sieged every part of her. She only barely noticed the howling laughter of the giantesses booming around her. 

Naomi began to lower towards her giant mouth. The cavernous maw emitted hot breath that prickled against Annabelle's skin.

"No!" Annabelle screamed, "Please no!" 

The giantess ignored her and continued to lower her towards her mouth. Just as Annabelle was sure she was going to be reacquainted with Naomi's stomach acid, the punk-rock giantess' mouth shut tight. The open maw turned into puckered lips. 

Naomi lowered Annabelle against her lips and made an exaggerated kissing sound. "Mwah!" She kissed, smearing Annabelle's face and torso with black lipstick.

The giantesses laughed even harder at the fake-out. Naomi grabbed Annabelle into her palm and wrapped her gigantic fingers around her tiny body. She opened her maw again, this time she dragged her thumb across the tip of her tongue. With her giant, wet thumb, she wiped the lipstick from the shell-shocked Annabelle's face. 

Annabelle didn't even squirm from the pressure or the disgusting spit. She was too scared to move. After Naomi deemed her clean enough, she opened the cage door and placed her inside. Annabelle legs folded underneath her. They were jelly. She landed on her butt.

From outside the cage, the giantesses' laughter finally died down. Harper bent down to the desk, and squeezed Annabelle's cheeks together between the tips of her fingers. "You are just so cute and silly widdle Poppy," she chirped. 

Annabelle finally began to come back to her senses. As she did, she felt tears threaten to spill from her eyes. She closed her eyes and willed them not to run down her cheeks. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out. She felt Harper release her fingers from her face after some more cooing.

When she reopened her them, her eyes were dry, and Molly was holding a silk pink nightgown in front of her.

"Here you go Poppy," Molly smiled, "Of course we weren't going to make you stay in the costume all night. It's just you're so cute when you freak out over the littlest of things."

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out. Annabelle accepted the nightgown from Molly. "Thank you Goddess," she mumbled, her voice wavering.

Molly, not hearing her, only smiled and retracted her hand from the cage. She turned to the other giantesses with a sterner expression, "Okay, now we really have to go, or we'll be late."

Naomi grinned, "Relax Mol, we'll get there when we get there." 

Molly retorted, "You can say that because your parents won't kill you if we're late."

Naomi wrapped an arm around Molly's shoulder, "Don't worry Mol, by the end of the party people won't be thinking about how late we were," she leaned in close and growled, "they'll be too busy hoping that we'll never leave."

Annabelle silently cringed, but Naomi's words seemed to ease Molly's stress. The chubby giantess finally smiled.  

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting," Molly said with a grin. 

"Who's driving?" Naomi asked, "I hate driving in the rain." 

"Oh, John's taking us," Harper answered, "I know we're supposed to host and whatever, but I plan on having fun tonight—and you bitches are joining me, so no driving."

The giantesses giggled and whooped. Annabelle sighed and lay on the socked floor. It was exhausting and almost surreal how fast the giantesses could go from dangerous monsters to annoying, basic co-eds.  

Once again, the giantess turned their attention back to Annabelle. The Shrinkee quickly tried to mask her discomfort and annoyance, but the giantesses had already seen her.   

Harper pouted, "We really would take you with us if we could, Poppy." She obviously misread Annabelle's sulking as disappointment for not being able to come along, rather than her general resentment of the situation. 

Leah bent down and stroked Annabelle's cheek with her fingertip. "Poppy if you need us for any reason just call us. We'll come back—no hesitation," she said. 

"Yes, Goddess," Annabelle replied, but she knew there was no way she was going to ruin her night of peace by calling the giantesses back early. 

Annabelle watched Leah's gigantic hands lock her cage. Annabelle's heart sank with the clicking of the lock. Another night as their pet. 

Finally, they started to leave. Molly turned on her desk lamp, so Annabelle would have some light. The giantesses blew her kisses and said their goodbyes, giggling and gabbing as they turned off the bedroom light and closed Molly's bedroom door behind them. Annabelle closed her eyes and groaned again. After a moment she just lay still on the "floor" of the cage. She'd gotten somewhat used to all of the cage's smells, they weren't as overwhelming as before.  

Annabelle sighed. Silence. Sweet silence. Since her funeral, she had been left alone at their house more frequently, but her time in the cage was constantly interrupted by the giantesses' persistent calling.

Now, she knew the giantesses would be too busy hosting and partying to constantly check up on her. Too busy to degrade, torment, and humiliate her.

The Shrinkee sat up and snatched the cat ears from her head. Annabelle flung it across the cage into the wired wall.  

"Fucking assholes," she hissed. This was bullshit. It had been awhile since she'd enjoyed Halloween, but for the first time in years, she had dared to hope that this year would be different. Now that she had friends she would finally get to celebrate. 

Instead she was locked in a cage, shrunken in the room of a co-ed who was off to enjoy a party she probably would've been dragged to by her friends if life hadn't dealt her a shit hand.

Annabelle pulled at the zipper in the back of her costume. She had to bend her arm in an awkward angle to unzip herself, but her Type 0 flexibility made it doable.

Soon she was out of the tight costume. Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief. She just stood there naked for a moment. It felt good to be nude without being leered at or lusted after. Annabelle leaned against the cage's wall and stared out into Molly's room. The cold metal from the cage's wired wall pressed against her skin. Only the dim light of Molly's desk lamp lit the mostly dark room. Annabelle could hear the rainfall from outside beat against the house. 

Although since she'd arrived at Queenston and come to enjoy the pitter-patter of rainfall during a study session, Annabelle used to hate the rain.

Rain meant practice was cancelled and Zoey would be at the house to torment her. Annabelle shook her head and made her way to slide into her pink nightgown. She didn't want to think about Zoey—she didn't want to think about the giantesses. 

Annabelle's mind drifted to Camilla. When she'd seen the cowgirl photo it had shocked Annabelle. Although she was so focused on finding her, there was a part of her that had subconsciously given up hope. But she was alive, and that meant everything. 

Annabelle could see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

Annabelle threw her head back and groaned, "Oh fuck this." The silence had been nice while it lasted. 

SHE COULD VERY WELL BE DEAD. WHY ATTEMPT TO FIND THIS LOST CAUSE, WHEN YOU COULD BE FOCUSING ON YOUR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE GODDESSES?

Annabelle laughed harshly, "What relationships?" She scoffed, throwing her hands up in the air. "The only relationships we have are kidnappers and kidnappee. Call me crazy, but I don't think that is a relationship worth exploring," Annabelle retorted.

She started pacing.  

Annabelle paused before blurting out, "And another fucking thing, since we're alone now, what the actual hell was that with Zoey? I practically begged you to take over and fucking nothing."

The voice was quiet for a moment before responding. WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE ZOEY OUR GODDESS?

Annabelle's blood chilled. There mere thought of that filled her with such despair and disgust. 

"T-That's not what I meant," Annabelle sputtered. "I-It's just you're always asking to take over. But, I offered myself on a platter and you were just...gone," Annabelle said.

MY ONLY GOAL IS TO FIND A BEING GREATER THAN OURSELVES AND WORSHIP THEM. OUR CURRENT GODDESSES HAVE DEMONSTRATED THEY DESERVE TO BE WORSHIPED. I DO NOT KNOW IF ZOEY DESERVES TO BE WORSHIPED. THE ONLY INTERACTIONS I HAVE SEEN WITH ZOEY HAVE BEEN CLOUDED BY YOUR TERROR. 

Annabelle inhaled sharply. She froze mid-pace. This wasn't making any sense. If the voice was just a hallucination brought on by HDD hormones, then why didn't she know about Zoey? Shouldn't her hallucination know everything she knows?

"W-What are you?" Annabelle hissed. 

I AM YOU, AND WE ARE POPPY. 

Annabelle began running her hand through her hair. She had spent so much energy ignoring and rejecting her hallucinations, she had never stopped to think about how certain things didn't add up.

"You don't sound like the Poppy I've met," Annabelle noted. As she said the words, she started to notice all the oddities about her situation.

I AM POPPY.

"The Poppy I've met is like a horny chipmunk. You sound like some kind of sci-fi villainess," Annabelle noticed.

I AM POPPY. SHE IS POPPY. WE HAVE DIFFERENT PURPOSES, BUT OUR GOAL IS THE SAME: TO FIND A GREATER BEING AND—

"Yeah, I know, to worship some overgrown asshole," Annabelle finished, rolling her eyes. She had no idea why her hallucinations were so complicated. She must've gotten an extra dose of Type 0 hormones.

WOULD YOU LIKE ZOEY TO BE OUR GODDESS? 

Annabelle tensed at the repeated question. She clenched her fists. "No," she spat.

SHE IS COLOSSAL. AND VERY POWERFUL. 

Annabelle slammed her hands over her ears. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." she repeated.

SHE WOULD BE A FEARSOME PROTECTOR.

Annabelle saw the ball Leah had gifted her from the corner of her eye. She picked it up and bounced it off the wall. She surprised herself when she caught the ball. She had never been the most athletic or coordinated. 

SHE IS STRONG AND HAS SHOWN AN INTEREST IN US.

Annabelle continued to bounce the ball. She just focused on bouncing and catching the ball. 

HER EYES ARE A VIBRANT BLUE.

Bouncing and catching the ball. 

SHE IS VERY PASSIONATE.

Bouncing and catching the ball.

SHE WOULD—

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" Annabelle snapped. She hurled the ball at the wall. It bounced back faster than she expected and slammed into her face.

The Shrinkee yelped and fell to the floor. She covered her face, more from the embarrassment than anything else. As she pulled herself back up to her feet, Annabelle realized Poppy's voice was gone.

Annabelle exhaled, relieved. Although it was an embarrassing way to go about it, she was just glad Poppy had left her alone.

She enjoyed the silence for a moment. A yawn crept out of her throat. The Shrinkee was still physically exhausted from her whole experience with Molly. Now, she was mentally exhausted too.

The Shrinkee glanced warily at the "bed" in the corner of the cage. She had been using it consistently, but it didn't make it less humiliating each time she slept in it. Annabelle trudged over to it and pulled back the purple panty-blanket back. Like always, the various smells of the giantesses wafted around her. 

Annabelle climbed into the bed and pulled the "blanket" over her tiny body. One of the most frustrating things about the bed—other than the actual reality of sleeping on a collection of the giantesses' socks—was the fact that it was amazingly comfortable and soft. 

Annabelle settled and melted into the bed. The pitter-patter of the rain had become slightly heavier, but the sound began to lull Annabelle to sleep. 

--

An explosion roared throughout Molly's room. Annabelle shot up in the bed, eyes wide. She glanced around the cage and was greeted with pitch black darkness. The power must've gone out. The rain was falling much harder. It was pouring now. The rainfall beat loudly against the house. Annabelle couldn't hear her own breathing over the rain.

Thunder suddenly rumbled from outside. Annabelle jumped from the sound. It was the same explosion-like sound that had woken her up. For a second Molly's room lit up with white light as lightning struck outside and flashed through the window.

Annabelle pulled the panty-blanket closer to her chest. Even as a child, thunder storms freaked her out. Her mother had gifted Mr. Bun Bun to her during a week of particularly violent storms. She had claimed that he was the bravest bunny in the world, because although he knew the best places to burrow underground, he never hid during storms. She said that as long as she had Mr. Bun Bun with her, he would protect her from the storm.

Annabelle had since figured out that if Mr. Bun Bun had burrowed underground he most likely would've drowned—but the sentiment was still appreciated. 

She wished she had Mr. Bun Bun—a shrunken version—with her. 

Lightning flashed through the room again, quickly followed by another booming roar of thunder. Annabelle whimpered and hid underneath her panty-blanket. She knew it was silly to react this way to a storm after everything she had been through. Still, the thunder rattled her. It was terrifying not knowing when it was going to roar next.  

Annabelle clenched her eyes shut and listened in fear to the cacophony of the storm. Annabelle wondered what the time was. She didn't want the giantesses to return, but she also didn't want to be alone.

She didn't know how long had passed, but the rain started to eventually ease up. The roar of the rain had lessened to the point where Annabelle could hear her breath again. The Shrinkee peeked out from under the blanket. 

As she did so, she heard a rustling sound from outside the cage. Annabelle's heart pounded in her ears. She hadn't heard Molly or any of the other giantesses return. Annabelle took a deep breath before she got up to check on the noise. She walked over to the wall and peered out of the cage. It was still dark, but Annabelle could make out a shadow near Molly's dresser.

She froze. The figure was definitely too big to be Molly. Annabelle took a step back. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know anyone other than the giantesses who would be in one of their rooms.

Unless.

Annabelle stepped back to the wall and placed a hand on one of its wires. Her heart was still pounding in her ears, but she was also buzzing with the hope that she might be set free. Annabelle took a massive breath before shouting with all of her power.

"Dufort! Dufort! Is that you? I found Camilla!" She bellowed. 

The shadow flinched and turned around. Just then, another crash of thunder echoed through the room. Just like before, a flash of lightning followed after the thunder. But when the lightning illuminated the room, it wasn't Dufort who stared back at her, but someone else entirely. In the second before the darkness claimed the room again, she saw the person was wearing a hockey mask.  

Annabelle's mouth turned dry. Fear poured through her. She took a weak step back, but the stranger took a gigantic step towards the cage. Annabelle was frozen—both her brain and her feet. 

Suddenly, the desk light flickered back on, as the power returned. Annabelle heard the distant hum of the house's appliances return. With the newfound light, Annabelle was able to see the stranger more clearly. 

The first thing she noticed was that he was drenched. Even his black sweatshirt underneath his dark raincoat was wet. The second thing Annabelle noticed was that he was gripping a pair of Molly's panties in his hand. The third thing Annabelle noticed was that his fly was down. 

The stranger bent down in front of the cage. His hockey mask filled Annabelle's vision. 

The Shrinkee heard the stranger muffle out, "What the hell?"

Something about the voice struck Annabelle. It wasn't as deep as she suspected, and it sounded distantly familiar. The stranger lifted his mask to reveal brown eyes that were widened in awe. He stared at Annabelle like she was an alien.

Annabelle stared back. She was terrified by the giant, but the familiar feeling she had towards him started to become less distant. Though she still couldn't pinpoint him.

"Bro, what the fuck?" He mumbled, still staring at Annabelle. 

When he spoke, he sent a strong gust of alcohol-scented breath towards her. 

"Are...are you real?" He asked. He leaned forward to get a closer look. Annabelle instinctively took a step back. 

Annabelle was too gripped by fear to respond. All she could think of was how he was so big and she was so tiny.

The stranger furrowed his dark brow and narrowed his eyes. Annabelle watched as slow realization spread over his face. 

"W-Wait, I think I know you," he said, at the exact same time that Annabelle remembered where she knew him from.

"Annabeth," he said with confidence, "The FF were posting about you a lot a couple of weeks ago."

"A-Annabelle," the Shrinkee corrected. She stared at the gigantic face she had seen blushing at her captors every so often. Bennet Daudler. 

Bennet glanced around the cage and then back at her, "You're supposed to be dead, but instead you're tiny." Annabelle noticed he was slightly slurring his words.

Bennet's observation brought Annabelle out of her stupor of terror. She steadied her resolve and responded, "Please listen to me. I'm here against my will. They shrunk me and they won't let me go."

Bennet twisted his face, like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem. "They shrunk you? I-I'm not getting this. Didn't you die in that bus crash?" Bennet asked.

Annabelle did her best not to groan out of frustration. She tried to explain clearly, "Listen, there was no bus accident. They shrunk everyone with a HDD stimulator and murdered them all."

Annabelle watched Bennet take in this information. A drunken grin spread across his face, "You're lying."

"I-I'm lying?" Annabelle sputtered incredulously, "It's true! They invited us here for a Shrinkee meeting and then they made us all shrink. After, they killed everyone! They stomped on them! They fucking ate them!"

Bennet shook his head. He scoffed, still wearing his grin, "They wouldn't do that."

Annabelle ran a hand through her hair. Her anger was starting to surpass her fear. "They did!" She emphasized each word, "They. Are. Monsters." 

Bennet's smile faded. He hesitated as he looked over Annabelle with uncertainty. 

Annabelle gripped one of the cage's wires. "Look at where I am right now," Annabelle said, gesturing to the cage, "Do you think I want this?" Her voice broke, "Please, I just want to go back to my dad."

Bennet's dilated eyes scanned over the cage. After he was finished, his huge eyes landed on Annabelle. The Shrinkee flinched when she saw the sudden coldness in them.  

"You seem clean. It looks like they gave you a bed, nice clothes, and some water. It kinda looks like they're taking good care of you," Bennet said firmly.

Annabelle was shocked. Her mouth gaped open. She was at a loss for words. 

"They—I-"

"If anything, you're pretty fucking lucky, huh?" Bennet said with a bitterness Annabelle didn't expect. 

He continued, "I can't even get them to return a fucking DM, and you're just here, living with them?" He laughed dryly.

Annabelle took a step back from the wall.  

"Y-You don't get it," Annabelle said warily, "The things they've done to me...the things they've made me do."

Bennet furrowed his brow, "What are you talking about? Do...do they use you for...?" He trailed off. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he became lost in his own imagination. Just as quickly he came back to Earth. He roughly shoved Molly's panties into his raincoat's pocket.

"Why? Why you?" He spat. Irritation coated his drunken voice. 

Annabelle held eye contact with Bennet, but she took a step towards the dial pad that was connected to the giantesses' phones. 

"I-I don't know," Annabelle lied.

Bennet unleashed a groan as he covered face with his fingers. He moved his hands up to the top of his head and ran his fingers through his brown hair. His hockey mask fell to the floor, making a clattering sound in the nearly silent bedroom. Annabelle's heart was pounding in her ears.

Bennet laughed bitterly, "Sorry, it's just I've been nothing but supportive and fucking nice to them, and they just—"

Annabelle jumped as he suddenly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver flask. He took a swig and returned it to his pocket. Annabelle took another step towards the dial pad. 

Bennet gripped one of the cage's walls with his fingers. Annabelle froze, thinking he was going to get angry. Instead he looked at her with pitiful eyes.

"They fucking kicked me out of the party. Did you know that?" He carped. 

Annabelle could only shake her head. 

"I was just trying to talk to them, and Naomi said I was being annoying so they kicked me out," he said, as though he still couldn't believe it. 

"So I came here for—I don't actually know—to get some perspective, maybe? And I find you," he laughed again.  

He rubbed his face with vigor, "I know, I know, I'm the only one who understands them. Everyone is always so needy. Asking them to go to this and that fucking event, but me? I just wanted to let them know that I see them, and I appreciate them. I never ask anything from them, except maybe friendship, but they always had some excuse—they never had any fucking time." 

Bennet's eyes focused on her. His expression darkened, "Now I see why." 

Annabelle's blood chilled. 

Bennet started to unlock the cage. Annabelle broke out into a sprint towards the dial pad. Just as she reached for a button—any button on the dial pad—her world shifted. Bennet turned the cage to its side. Suddenly, her feet lost all traction. The floor turned sideways and Annabelle tumbled down its slope. 

She landed on the warm, but wet flesh of Bennet's palm. Annabelle screamed as he took her from the cage and stood to his full height. She was almost as high up as she had been when Zoey swung her in the locket.

Bennet flipped her onto her back, forcing her to stare up at the giant. Annabelle took in his features. His glossy brown eyes showed that he was intoxicated. His hair was slightly disheveled and wet. His strong jawline was clenched as he stared down at the tiny girl.

With a thick finger, he poked Annabelle's head. The Shrinkee yelped at the giant's unregulated power behind his touching.

"You said they killed all of those Shrinkees who died in the crash, right?" He said, blowing his beer-breath against her tiny body. He didn't wait for Annabelle to respond. "So why did they keep you out of everyone else? What's so damn special about you?" Bennet muttered.

"I-I don't know," Annabelle squeaked, "Can you please put me down?"

Bennet ignored her and moved his other hand above her. His massive fingers hovered over her body. He hesitated before groping her breasts together. Annabelle's chest pulsed with dull pain under his strength. Being manhandled by his clumsy touch made Annabelle realize just how delicately the giantesses treated her. Annabelle shrieked and tried to futilely push his gigantic fingers away.

A small drunken smile spread across his gigantic lips. "These are pretty nice, but Harper's are bigger," he noted.  

He paused before letting out a chuckle, "I mean proportionally."  

Bennet released his fingers and started to stroke her side. Annabelle whimpered, "B-Bennet, p-please just let me go." 

He paused and frowned down at her, "How do you know my name?"

Annabelle winced, "I-um-they talk about you all of the time."

Bennet's face became colder, "You're lying again. Harper called me Brandon tonight and Leah didn't recognize me at all. And even if they did talk about me, how would you know what I look like?" 

Annabelle balked at his completely accurate retorts. She didn't think it was possible, but her hatred for the giantesses grew even more. They weren't even around and they were still making things worse for her. 

Bennet narrowed his eyes, "Were you...were you there when I spoke to them?"

"B-Bennet—"

"So it's not enough that you have to take their time away from me, but you have to butt in on our private conversations?" Bennet snapped. 

Annabelle frantically shook her head, "I-I'm not trying to get in the middle of you guys' relationships—in fact, if you—if you—drop me off outside, I'll disappear from all of your lives forever."

Bennet actually looked to be considering her offer. Annabelle pushed harder, "Just think, the gian—I mean the FF will have more time to spend with you." 

Annabelle watched Bennet seemingly gaze off into the distance. She prayed that she was getting through to him.

He returned his focus to Annabelle. Disgust filled his features. "You really are an ungrateful little bitch," Bennet spat. Annabelle quivered. She wasn't expecting that much vitriol from the college student.  

"They sacrifice so much of their time to you, and you're just going to fuck off without a goddamn care," Bennet snapped. 

"N-No, I'm not—"

"You don't give a shit about them, do you?" Bennet hissed.

Annabelle balked. The giant was too insane, drunk, or both to reason with. With an enormous finger, he pressed down on her stomach. The Shrinkee grunted at his strength. She could already feel a bruise forming. 

Bennet's eyes narrowed as he glowered down at her, "You don't deserve them. Maybe I should toss you out, then you'll fucking appreciate just how good you got it."

Annabelle's eyes widened. She wondered if in some screwed up way Bennet could actually help her escape. 

Bennet tsked, "But I'm not as selfish as you. I wouldn't do that to the FF."

Just as her hopes had risen, Bennet had just as quickly dashed them. The giant released his finger from her stomach. In true male fashion, his finger once again hovered over her boobs. Annabelle crossed her arms tightly over her chest. 

"Are you forreal trying to cover yourself from me?" Bennet scoffed. He easily pushed Annabelle's arms out of the way, but Annabelle clawed at his finger. She screeched as she fought with every ounce of energy she had.

"Will you—god damnit—can you stop that? Hold fucking still," Bennet snapped. The giant grabbed one of her arms between his massive fingers and pulled it back. Annabelle's screams of terror transformed into screams of pain. Bennet really didn't know his own strength. 

Annabelle stopped fighting, but Bennet carelessly continued to tug at her arm. Annabelle gasped from the pain, "Wait wait wait, stop," she begged.

Bennet looked at her, confused. The drunken giant couldn't see that he was hurting her. A snap pierced through the room. Annabelle felt the familiar short-lived numbness tingle across her arm. An instant later, she felt the equally as familiar explosion of pain. 

Annabelle cradled her arm and unleashed a sob filled scream. No matter how many times her bones were broken, it was never not agonizing. 

Above her, Bennet was freaking out, "Shit shit shit," he hissed. He frantically swiveled his head left and right, looking around helplessly. The pain in Annabelle's arm only grew as she was jostled by the giant's movements. Bennet ran his free hand through his hair.

"This is why I told you to fucking stay still," he barked panickily at Annabelle. The giant's loud voice only made Annabelle cry harder. 

Bennet sucked in air through his teeth. "Shit," he said again, his voice full of panic. The giant wrapped his fingers around almost all of Annabelle. Only her head poked out of his beefy fist. Bennet started to hurriedly leave Molly's bedroom. Annabelle shook in his hand. The pain in her arm made it difficult to focus on what was happening around her. As far as she could tell, Bennet was heading downstairs. 

Annabelle's head bobbed along with every step the giant descended. With heavy, but quick footfalls, Bennet thudded into the living room. The awkward angle from his fist made it difficult for Annabelle to see much of the room, but she could tell the tipsy college student was standing right in front of the couch.

Annabelle's head lurched back as Bennet raised his fist to his face. Pressure finally loosed up around her body as Bennet uncurled his fingers and shifted Annabelle so she lay in his palm. His giant face loomed over her with worry in his eyes.

"Come on, you're okay, you're okay, right?" Bennet fretted. 

Annabelle only whimpered and held her aching, limp arm.  

"Shit," Bennet hissed again. He glanced around, "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Is there like a Shrinkee hospital or something?" The college student sucked air through his teeth, "They're gonna come back and then they're gonna—"

Annabelle cut him off with a guttural scream. Her arm jerked as the bones began to snap back together. After an excruciating moment, Annabelle finally felt the pain levitate slightly from her arm. As she was coming back to her senses, she noticed Bennet's dumbstruck expression. His eyes were wide with shock and his mouth was slightly agape. Bennet's hand trembled, shaking Annabelle moderately. 

"Y-You—you just..." he trailed off, seemingly not finding the words.

If the experience of her bones breaking wasn't so fresh in her mind, Annabelle would have rolled onto the floor to escape Bennet's intense gaze.

Annabelle opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't form.

Wordlessly, and before Annabelle knew what was happening, her foot was in between Bennet's fingers. In one dread filled second, Annabelle's panicked eyes met Bennet's. The giant silently twisted her foot until another harrowing snap cut through the room.

Annabelle lurched her head back and unleashed a pathetic sounding yelp. When she had glanced at her foot before the pain had paralyzed her, she saw it was facing completely the opposite way.

With his free hand, Bennet reached into his pocket and pulled out the tree-sized flask. The college student took a swig and stared down closely at the Shrinkee.

Annabelle twisted and withered in pain, groaning and sobbing. Annabelle didn't know how much time had passed, but after what felt like hours, her foot cracked and snapped as it put itself back together. 

"Dude, fucking unreal," Bennet breathed. 

In the midst of her lingering pain, Annabelle found herself enraged at the inarticulate drunken giant. How had she been so easily captured by vain, spoiled co-eds and obsessive, drunken college students?

"I get it," the giant said, slightly slurring his words, "You're like those fucking stress things."

Annabelle looked up at him, bewildered.

He huffed, as if it were she who was acting stupid, "You know, those fucking squishy stress toys that the guidance counselor gives you? You can squeeze it as hard as you want, but it always goes back to its original shape."

Annabelle did not appreciate being compared to a stress toy—or the implications that came with it. 

"I get why they keep you now," Bennet grinned. He poked her newly unbroken foot, causing her to yelp out in pain. He moved his massive fingers to Annabelle's other foot. He gripped the tiny thing between his fingers.

"W-Wait!" Annabelle screamed. 

Surprisingly, Bennet held his fingers in place. He looked at Annabelle with a small amount of curiosity. Annabelle didn't wait for the drunken college student to lose interest. 

"You're in love with the giante—Formidable Four, right?" Annabelle squeaked desperately. Her throat was still sore for her screaming and crying.

Bennet scrunched up his drunken face, "I'm not in love with them. I just want to...be their friend or whatever. I'm not like one of those weird stalkers." 

Annabelle thought the breaking and entering, along with the pair of panties in Bennet's pocket proved otherwise, but what did she know? 

Annabelle tried to calm her pounding heart as she looked up at Bennet. She didn't know how persuasive a three-inch teenager could be to a tipsy college student, but she was about to find out.

"Well if you hurt me, they're going to be angry, seriously really angry," Annabelle insisted. 

Bennet regarded her with suspicion. "I thought you said they kidnapped you—that they do 'things' to you," he said.

"Exactly," Annabelle retorted, "They do things to me. Just them—no one else. No one is even supposed to know I'm still alive. They're risking a lot just keeping me here, which means I'm important to them. You don't want to hurt someone important to them, right?"   

Annabelle could hear her own desperation creeping into her voice, but she hoped Bennet wouldn't notice. The giant scrunched up his face. He glared at Annabelle, but released her foot from his grip.

"Fucking..." He muttered, trailing off. Bennet plopped down onto the couch without warning. Annabelle, who was used to the giantesses' secure fingers holding her in place tumbled from his meaty hand. Luckily, the drop from his hand to the couch wasn't that far.  

Annabelle landed on her back and bounced slightly from the force of the fall. Her recently unbroken bones creaked with dull pain. Annabelle didn't have time to comprehend what had happened, as Bennet's huge fingers scooped her up into his palm once again.

His ginormous face loomed over the Shrinkee. Annabelle shuddered under his gaze. 

"You're important to them, huh?" he grumbled. 

"Y-Yeah," Annabelle stammered, "So you s-should just put me back or else—"

"What do they do with you?" Bennet asked abruptly.

"Wha-what?" Annabelle sputtered.

"What do they do with you?" Bennet repeated, more bitterly, "I want to hear you say it. Since you freaked out when I touched you a little rough, that means they don't hurt you. So tell me—what do they do with you?"

Annabelle stared up at the giant, stunned. He glowered down at her. She knew what he was asking. She'd seen his envious expression in Molly's bedroom when he figured out her main role for the giantesses. He was obviously pissed off, and Annabelle didn't think hearing about the things the giantesses did to her would ease his warped mind.

Annabelle remained silent, unsure of what to do. After a moment of tense waiting, Bennet mumbled an irate, "Fuck this," as he grabbed Annabelle's arm and began to twist. 

Annabelle screamed futilely tried to pull away from his grasp. "Okay okay okay okay," Annabelle begged. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you," she pleaded.

Bennet let go with a drunken smug smirk. Anger sparked within Annabelle. Were all giant people dicks?

"What do they do with you?" Bennet asked again with a calmness that enraged Annabelle.

"They don't do anything with me," she snapped. "Everything they do—they do to me."

Bennet cocked his head with an irritated scowl, "Just fucking tell me."

Annabelle flinched at his harsh tone. For the first time, she considered his question. Heat warmed her cheeks as she thought of the plethora of humiliations the giantesses had put her through.

"They dress me up in c-costumes," Annabelle said. It was the least embarrassing thing she could think of, and it still almost crippled her with shame. 

Bennet scoffed, "Costumes? You're trying to get away from them because they dress you up in costumes?"

Annabelle clenched her fists. She looked away from the giant's face. She couldn't face him right now. "They're not...normal costumes. They're perverted," she admitted. 

"Perverted?" Bennet repeated. His voice was heavier. Annabelle noticed the skin that touched his palm was getting warmer. She looked up and saw that the giant's face was flushed—even more so than before.

"Like how?" Bennet asked quietly.

"H-How?"

"How are they perverted?" Bennet asked, louder.

"Just not a lot of skin...you know...stuff they think are...sexy," Annabelle squeaked out.

"What else?" Bennet asked with a husky voice, "What else do they do to you?"

Annabelle swallowed a mouthful of nervous spit. "They make me paint their nails," she said.

"Hands or feet?" 

"Um, uh both?" Annabelle answered, unsure of where this conversation was going. She expected Bennet to get angrier as she answered his questions, but he was only getting quieter. 

"You get to fucking touch their feet?" Bennet muttered. He closed his eyes, and Annabelle wondered if he was trying to keep calm. 

Annabelle nodded, but remembered that he couldn't see her. "Y-Yes," she replied. 

"What do their feet look like to you?" Bennet asked, his voice breathy and shallow. 

"Th-Their feet?" 

Bennet lowered his face closer, so he was directly over Annabelle's tiny body. Irritation seeped into his features. 

Annabelle didn't hesitate again. "They're big—bigger than me. Kind of...scary?"

Bennet sighed, and a gust of hot air washed over her. "What do they smell like?"

Annabelle's eyes widened. She understood now. The Shrinkee noticed Bennet's other hand was no longer hovering over her, threatening her. Her eyes followed his arm until she saw where his hand had ended up. She had to lean over the side of his palm to see, but when she finally did, bile rose in her throat. 

Below her, Bennet had started to slowly stroke himself. Annabelle quickly retreated to the center of his palm. She'd never seen a penis in real life, let alone a gigantic one. She looked up at the giant. His huge mouth was slightly open as he slowly, and quietly panted. If he was ashamed of Annabelle seeing his actions he didn't show it—in fact there was a glint of excitement that had appeared in his eye once he saw that Annabelle had realized what was happening.

"Tell me," Bennet grunted, "Or I'll break every bone in your tiny fucking body."

Annabelle recoiled, but the choice was an easy one. "They s-smell different!" She blurted out.  

"More," Bennet moaned.

Annabelle was completely revolted. She was helping the giant jerk off by providing the details of all the fucked up things the giantesses had done to her. Still, she couldn't take another broken bone.

"They're sweaty but they have a natural scent too," Annabelle added, eyeing Bennet's arm as it moved up and down.

Bennet closed his eyes and groaned, "What kind of smell? I can never get close enough to smell them."

Annabelle wanted to throw up. A good portion of her mental strength went to blocking out all the ways the giantesses violated her. Now she was being forced to recount them for this insane pervert.  

"S-Spices. And flowers! They smell like vanilla, cinnamon, peppermint, and lavender," Annabelle listed frantically. 

"Oh fuck," Bennet moaned, "Do they kiss you? Do they fucking make out with you with their sexy-ass mouths?" 

Blood rushed to Annabelle's face. This was beyond humiliating. 

"Y-Yes," was all Annabelle was able to get out. Apparently that was all Bennet needed. He moaned again. The air around Annabelle was growing warmer.

"Do they..." Bennet swallowed, "Do they shove you in and out of their pussies until they cum?"

Annabelle nodded, before remembering Bennet's eyes were still closed. "Yeah," she squeaked. 

Bennet's huge tongue appeared from his pink lips. He glided the monstrous thing over his lips until they were shiny with spit. When the giant opened his mouth to speak again, tendrils of spit spread across his lips.

He panted, "Do they ever use you together?"

Annabelle froze. She was taken aback, "Wha-What?"

Bennet sighed irritably, his arm slowed down. He reopened his eyes. The heavily dilated orbs seared down at her.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He hissed. Annabelle's eyes watered from the hostility in the giant's voice. Bennet repeated his question, speaking slowly, "Do they make love to each other and use you as a fuck toy?"

Annabelle recoiled. She couldn't even imagine that happening. The giantesses' sexual energy was always directed at her—never each other. Annabelle shuddered at the thought of being caught between two horny giantesses. 

"No," Annabelle answered with more disgust than she intended. 

Bennet's face darkened. Annabelle drew back from the giant, crawling up his hand. That was the wrong answer.

"Fucking useless," he spat. Literally.

Hot beer-breath washed over Annabelle as Bennet opened his mouth over her. Before she knew what was happening, a giant glob of spit descended towards her. Annabelle instinctively screamed, causing the disgusting liquid to creep into her mouth.

Once she was covered in spit, a shadow casted over her. She tentatively looked up, and whimpered at the sight above her. Molly's enormous panties hovered overhead, dangling from Bennet's fingers. The giant wasted no time engulfing Annabelle in the fabric. He dropped it on top of her. The Shrinkee buckled underneath the weight of what smelled like Molly's used panties. The thick spit made it impossible to escape from the horrific underwear trap she had fallen into.

Pressure intensified around Annabelle. She felt Bennet lift her into the air. She tried to fight, but he grasped her tightly, holding her between the panties. A muffled ruffling sound came from below. Fear gripped Annabelle. She didn't know what was happening, she just wanted it to stop. She was so tired of being at the mercy of giant people's whims. 

A weightless sensation overtook Annabelle. She was being lowered. Light briefly found her again as she was shifted in the panties so no fabric covered the top of her body. 

Then it happened.

She felt it before she saw it. An uncomfortable heat crept against Annabelle's tiny body. Then a powerful and musty smell invaded her nostrils. But it wasn't until her small frame was slammed against the pulsing organ did Annabelle realize she was being used to jerk off. 

Annabelle shrieked again as her tears mixed in with Bennet's alcohol-scented spit. She could only hear the sound of the panties and her own body rubbing against his shaft, and Bennet's heavy breathing. Bennet started out slow, leisurely stroking his revolting dick as if he were at home in his bed on lazy Saturday afternoon. 

Annabelle's entire body was pressed against the disgusting penis. She wanted to crawl into herself as she was dragged across the engorged member. His veins were like tiny speed bumps against her skin, as he pulled her up and down. 

The giant started to speed up his hand. He grunted, vibrating Annabelle along his dick. "Fuuuucckk," he moaned. Annabelle's head began to spin. Bennet was going faster and adding more pressure. Annabelle felt as though the life was being squeezed from her. 

In the deepest, most desperate part of her mind she prayed for the giantesses' return. She was too terrified to think about the hatred she felt for them. All she wanted was to be away from Bennet. 

The giant groaned loudly. Annabelle was pulled higher and higher until she was faced with a pink alien-like creature that she recognized from health class as the glans of the penis—or the head. It had been a nauseating image when she had seen a diagram of it during class, but staring at a gigantic, real-life, urethra as it oozed pre-cum was like something out of a horror movie. She could hear the blood shifting through the massive organ. 

Annabelle didn't need to be an expert in male anatomy to know Bennet was about to bust a nut. The Shrinkee closed her eyes and braced herself. Still, nothing could have prepared her for Bennet suddenly pushing her head against his pink head. 

With a sickening moan that seemed to go through both Bennet and Annabelle, Bennet came. He exploded in spectacular fashion. Annabelle was instantly coated in his spunk. Numerous globs of his spunk attacked her. It spurted out of him with unexpected force. The bastard even shifted her so her body would completely be covered.  

Finally, the giant slumped over. The couch creaked as he leaned back and splayed his legs open. Annabelle, fully sobbing, tumbled from the giant's dick and onto his thigh. She gasped through her sobs. Her head was a mess of anguish, shame, and fury. 

Even through her tears and the giant's cum, Annabelle was able to see Bennet. His eyes were glossed over and he looked like he was mentally somewhere else. He wore the biggest shit-eating grin. 

The giant took a deep breath and released a contented sigh. He began to speak, his rumbling voice shaking her. 

"You know since we've all used you to jack off, it's almost like I kinda had sex with them, right?" He chuckled. He peered down at Annabelle with a smug grin.

Bennet continued to smile down at her, "Now that I've used you, I can see why the FF keep you around and let you take up all of their free-time." His smile dimmed, "But, still, enough is enough. They can't abandon their responsibilities for a bite-sized cunt that doesn't even appreciate them."

He took another swig of his flask. Annabelle watched as his enormous Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he poured the liquid down his gigantic throat. He finished with another sigh and a massive belch that rattled the Shrinkee's body.

Bennet grinned down at her, "Hey, maybe they'll let you go when they realize they don't need you anymore. Or maybe they'll just throw you in their drawer and only take you out when they want to get off. I don't really give a fuck either way." The giant laughed brashly at his own joke.

Annabelle gritted her teeth through her sobs. She glared up at the demented, smug, college student. 

"I-I hope they end you," she seethed. Hot tears poured down her cheeks as her vision blurred. 

Bennet only grinned. His massive fingers made their way over to him. They hovered over her sloppy form like alien tendrils. He wrapped her within his grasp. The giant moved her near his dick. Annabelle withered and futilely tried to squirm from his grasp. Annabelle watched in horror as the gigantic dick twitched. With a drunken smile the giant cocked his head.

"Ready for round two?"

----

Before she even heard the front door's lock turn, Annabelle could hear the giggles and cackles of the giantesses. In her dark prison, Annabelle couldn't see anything. She had to rely on the muffled sounds she heard from a distance. Though it was difficult to focus on anything when her body was riddled with pain.

She heard the front door open, and the giantesses' laughter grew louder as they seemingly got closer to the living room. Annabelle felt Bennet shift. Her body groaned as his body forced hers to move. Annabelle listened to the tipsy laughter of the giantesses. 

Harper's familiar bubbly voice reached Annabelle's ears, "Poppy! Pooooppppy! We're back!" Her loud voice slurred. 

"Shhh!" She heard Molly giggle, "She's probably sleeping."

"Oh okay," Harper attempted to whisper quietly. After a moment of silence, the giantesses burst into cackling laughter again. Annabelle's heart sank. These were the drunken co-eds who she'd been praying for to save her. 

Annabelle could hear the laughter and footfalls grow louder and louder until it suddenly trickled to a stop. There was a lull of noise.

Suddenly, Naomi's harsh voice pierced through Annabelle's ears, "What the fuck?"

Annabelle felt Bennet shift again. His voice was a cheery contrast to the gruff way he had spoken to her, "W-Wow you guys really do look great, I didn't get to see your costumes that well at the party, but you guys really—"

"How the hell did you get in here?" Annabelle heard Leah demand. 

Bennet muffled voice answered casually, "Oh, I was just checking to make sure everything was okay. The storm was getting pretty bad, and I wanted to make sure there wasn't any flood damage. Don't worry, I didn't break in or anything. I just used your window. The storm must've blown a fuse because all of your security alarms were down. But I checked around and everything seems to be—"

Bennet cut himself off mid-sentence. His easygoing tone adopted a hint of threatening malice to it, "I'd put that phone down if I were you, Leah. I'm trying to have a friendly conversation with you guys. Don't be rude." 

Annabelle heard Molly's delicate voice say, "Bennet what are you doing? You know this isn't okay. You can't just break into people's homes."

Irritation seeped into Bennet's words, "I told you I wasn't trying to break in, I was just—I said to put the fucking phone down!" Bennet shouted suddenly.

The giant snarled, obviously upset by the giantesses' refusal to comply with this insane situation. "Fine, I was just trying to keep this conversation between us, but since you want to bring other people into it—let's fucking bring other people into it." 

Annabelle's bones screamed as she was gripped by Bennet's beefy fingers. Her skin burned when he ripped her sticky body from his gigantic dick. Annabelle had no energy to fight against him. Light and fresh air blasted Annabelle as she was pulled from Bennet's underwear. 

She gasped, trying to take in as much air as she could. Before she could regain complete control of her senses, Annabelle was held upright by Bennet's fist. Through her messy hair Annabelle was able to see the giantesses. 

They were still dressed in their witch costumes, but she noticed they weren't wet like Bennet had been when he first broke into the house. Their horrified expressions were a stark contrast to the exuberant laughter she'd heard only a moment ago. Annabelle watched them visibly sober up when faced with the scene in front of them.

She saw Naomi make a move towards Bennet, but the giant's fingers quickly pressed against both sides of her head. Naomi and the other giantesses froze. The sound around Annabelle became muffled, but she could still hear the giant's voice.

"Wait a sec. Just chill out for a minute," Bennet said. He sighed, "I know enough that if I break her puny bones they'll just come back together, but what do you think will happen if I rip her little head off her body?" 

Just the threat alone sent primal fear through the Shrinkee. She tried to wiggle free with the surge of energy her terror gave her. "S-Stop, leave me alone!"

Leah's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" She spat. Her face was cold, but Annabelle could see she looked pale.  

"I just want to talk," Bennet said with slight desperation. 

Molly placed her hands up defensively, "We can talk. Just hand her over to us first."

Bennet huffed, blowing beer-breath over Annabelle. "Sorry, but I can't do that."

Harper growled, taking a step forward, "You—"

Bennet unflinchingly squeezed his fingers. The pain in Annabelle's head swelled, and Shrinkee shrieked as tears ran down her cheeks.

All four giantesses winced. Leah grabbed the blonde giantess' arm. Harper turned to her with desperate eyes, but Leah shook her head sternly. Harper turned her attention back to Bennet, her expression furious. Still, she followed Leah's lead and took a step back.

Annabelle felt Bennet's fingers relax against her head, though his hand was trembling. He spoke earnestly, "I'm not trying to make you guys upset. I just want to talk."

"What the fuck do you want to talk about?" Naomi hissed. 

Bennet floundered, "I-I think you should get rid of Annabelle."

Although Annabelle wanted nothing more than to escape the house and all of the giant inhabitants inside, she didn't think the giantesses would appreciate Bennet's suggestion.

"Who is Annabelle?" Leah asked evenly. Her panicked expression was hidden, replaced with a composed steely gaze that was focused on Bennet.

The giant sputtered, "Wha-What do you mean?" He shook Annabelle, gesturing to her exhausted form. "Her, the freshman you shrunk," he insisted. Annabelle could tell Leah had unnerved him.  

Leah cocked her head, "That is not a shrunken freshman," Leah said calmly, "That is our property which you are refusing to hand over."

Annabelle was too tired to be angry. Still, it was almost amusing—even when they were trying to save her the giantesses were still treating her like a pet.

Bennet glanced down at Annabelle, confused, "Property? But she's—" Bennet cut himself off with a sigh, "Look I don't really care what you think she is. My point is she's not good for you," he said.

Molly shook her head. She looked more exhausted than anything, "What are you talking about Bennet?"

Annabelle felt Bennet's fingers wrap around her body tighter. "Listen, when you were freshmen you hosted 34 events. When you were sophomores, you raised over five million dollars for a bunch of charities. And just last year you guys got a fucking popstar to perform on campus. It's the start of your final year and you've only attended five events. Five," Bennet emphasized. 

The giant painfully poked Annabelle's head, inciting a loud yelp from the Shrinkee. "She is ruining the Formidable Four. You're spending too much time on her," Bennet explained.

"Oh fuck you," Naomi spat back almost instantaneously. 

Bennet balked at her viciousness. "B-But—"

Molly snapped, seemingly having lost her patience, "Bennet you don't get to dictate how we spend our time."

Harper added with a scoff, "Even if we had all the free time in the world, who the hell says we would spend even a second with you?"

From the shaking of his hands, Annabelle knew it was coming, but she still flinched when Bennet exploded. "You don't even—I'm not—" Bennet seethed before he shouted, "I am the only one who understands you guys!" 

The giantesses looked at him with disgust, as if he were a worm on the pavement. 

Annabelle could see Bennet was about to unravel from being rejected by the giantesses. His shaky hands were drenching her tiny body with sweat.

Bennet shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as he pleaded, "She doesn't even appreciate you guys. I saw the cage, I saw the water, I saw the bed you gave her. You obviously care about her. But guys, you know what the first thing she asked me to do when I saw her? She asked to leave. To leave! If it were me, I'd stay with you guys forever. I'd love you guys like how you deserved to be loved." 

Annabelle shuddered at the creepy declaration. There was nothing Bennet could say that would cause the giantesses to lose even a microscopic amount of the obsession they held for her. 

"We don't want your fucking love," Naomi retorted. "Give us our Shrinkee back." 

Bennet laughed dryly, "She really has fucking warped your minds." A more serious expression filled his features. Annabelle recoiled when his gigantic eyes met hers. There was something about his gaze that deeply unsettled her. Although her stared down at Annabelle, he spoke to the giantesses.

"I didn't want to do this. I really didn't want you guys to hate me, but this is for your own good," Bennet said. The giant secured his fingers around Annabelle's head and began to pull. Pain exploded around Annabelle's neck. She felt her skin stretch, threatening to tear itself. Annabelle's throat burned as she screamed with every ounce of air in her lungs.

In the midst of her debilitating pain, some distant part of Annabelle's brain heard the giantesses shouting out in frantic protest. Even through the pain and the noise, it was Molly's voice that broke through the panicked shouting.

"Wait Bennet!" She commanded. 

Surprisingly, he stopped pulling Annabelle's head, even if for a moment. Annabelle had nearly passed out from the pain and the general trauma the night had brought. She was barely able to lift her head up. When she did, she saw Molly with a distressed, but determined look on her face.  

"Y-You're right! You're absolutely right. The truth is Pop—I mean Annabelle has been distracting us. I keep a careful watch on our itineraries and we have been low in attendance this month. I'm not going to lie Bennet, I've been worried about it," Molly said.

The other giantesses glanced at Molly with trepidation, waiting to see where she was going with this. On the other hand, Bennet's face melted with relief. 

"You get it," he smiled with more alleviation. 

Molly nodded, "I do, but Bennet there's one thing you don't understand. That Shrinkee in your hand? We need her."

Bennet's smile dropped, "Why? She doesn't even want to be with you guys." He spat. Annabelle groaned as Bennet squeezed his fingers tighter around her body.

"But she will," Molly said, "Bennet, I know it seems unfair, but if you really want us to be the best version of the Formidable Four, then you need to give her to us."  

Bennet grunted as he shook Annabelle frustratingly. The Shrinkee's head swung back and forth painfully. Annabelle's neck cracked with the giant's movements.

"It's not just unfair," Bennet whined, "It's bullshit! Why? Why does it have to be her?"

"Because she is the only one who can worship us like we deserve," Molly retorted with a sudden tone of assuredness.

Annabelle shuddered. There was something about the confidence in Molly's voice that unnerved her. It was as if she were speaking an undisputable fact. It reminded Annabelle of when Leah had given her first "you are not people" speech. 

Bennet shook his head, "There are hundreds—no—thousands of people who would pay money to worship you—I'm sure some of them are Shrinkees too. Hell, I'd give up everything if I could just—"

Leah, abruptly cut him off, "Then why don't you?" Annabelle weakly craned her head up to look at Leah. Her green eyes sparkled with realization and determination. Whatever Molly's plan was, Leah had figured it out and joined it. Though Naomi and Harper still looked on, confused.

Annabelle felt Bennet's hands grow warmer. "W-What?" He squeaked.

Leah tilted her chin upwards. Despite her witch costume, in that moment Leah seemed like a queen looking down at a peasant, "You've been blathering on about how she doesn't deserve us and you do. So show us how you would worship us. Maybe she'll learn something."

Bennet's eyes widened. Annabelle recognized the lust she'd seen earlier in his face. He stared at them, his eyes soaked up the giantesses as if he might go blind at any second.

Molly interrupted his daydreaming with a harsh rebuke, "Are you just going to stand there drooling like an idiot?"

Annabelle flinched at her words. Both Molly and Leah looked at Bennet like he was scum underneath their heels. Annabelle grew uneasy. These weren't the giantesses she knew. They were cold and severe. But when Annabelle glanced up at her current captor, she saw his face was a bright as she had seen it. He appeared to be in heaven. 

Suddenly, Annabelle found herself smushed onto the floor, still wrapped tightly in Bennet's fist. The giant had shifted into a crawling position. From her spot on the floor below, Annabelle could see the massive college's student practically drooling as he made his way towards the giantesses. 

Every movement he made was like riding on a horrible rollercoaster for Annabelle. He would lift his hand high in the air, and slam it down into the hardwood floor, forgetting that Annabelle was along for the ride.  

Before he reached the giantesses, a suspicious expression crossed his face. "If you try to make a move for her, I'll tear her head off before you even get close," he warned. Annabelle whimpered. She knew he wasn't bluffing. 

Annabelle couldn't see the giantesses' faces from her place on the floor, but she heard Naomi and Harper begin to protest. Leah or Molly must've quieted them down, because they soon stopped. 

"Just hurry up before I change my mind," Leah snapped. Bennet's eyes brightened up once again. He swallowed and nodded enthusiastically. 

Bennet crawled towards them until he arrived at Leah's black heels. To Annabelle, the huge things were the size of a tree. They were objectively beautiful, with a slight shimmer that contrasted against the midnight black material. Annabelle never wore heels, but even she knew Leah's shoes were expensive. 

With his gigantic free hand, Bennet hovered over Leah's left shoe. The giant college student glanced nervously up at the co-ed as if he were asking for permission.  

Far up above, Leah's face remained the same—unimpressed with a hint of disgust. Not hearing an outright rejection from the green-eyed co-ed, Bennet continued on. 

With his slightly trembling hand, Bennet removed Leah's shoe. Instantly, Annabelle was smacked with the stench of the giantess' foot. The Shrinkee could tell she must've been dancing because the smell was more intense than usual. 

As she tried to adjust to both the heat and the smell the giant foot had brought, Annabelle found herself suddenly squished against the sole of Leah's foot. Once again, a primal fear was introduced into Annabelle. Instinctively, she tried to wiggle away, but she realized Bennet's massive hands were holding her in place. The bastard was putting her right in the middle of a massage. 

Annabelle heard the giantess inhale sharply. Leah must've also been surprised at Bennet's inclusion of Annabelle in his massage.

Bennet kneaded both Annabelle and his fingers into Leah's soft foot flesh. Annabelle was dragged around Leah's enormous sole. The scent of cinnamon and sweat nearly choked her. The sweat from the giantess' foot drenched her hair and skin, leaving sticky sweat all over tiny frame.

Bennet's loud and tipsy voice boomed as Annabelle was being rubbed against the gigantic foot.

"I've dreamed of this moment for like fucking ever. Your feet are so soft," Bennet said. None of the giantesses responded, but Bennet continued on, "You know, there's a forum that talks about your guys' feet every time you post a new photo."

Bennet quickly added, "But I'm not a part of those groups. I'm just saying they would fucking die if they could see me now."

"You sure talk a lot about other people for someone who is supposed to be worshiping us," Molly snapped. 

"Sorry!" Bennet immediately offered. Although Annabelle was being consumed by her torture, she couldn't help but cringe at Bennet's shift from a frightening giant, to a submissive simp. 

Through Bennet's kneading, Annabelle found herself being moved to Leah's toes. Annabelle futilely tried to break free as Bennet rubbed her head in-between Leah's big toe and second toe, while he massaged the rest of her foot with his fingers. 

"You know I think your feet are amazing," Bennet said. If Annabelle wasn't afraid of getting a mouthful of sweat and foot flesh if she tried to open her mouth, she would have groaned.

Bennet didn't stop there, he continued, "Annabelle said she was afraid of your feet, but I think they're fantastic."

"Po—I mean Annabelle said that?" Annabelle heard Molly ask. 

"Yeah," Bennet said eagerly, probably happy to put himself above Annabelle, "She said they were scary because they were so much bigger than her," Bennet scoffed.

Just as anger was beginning to build inside Annabelle, she heard something that threw her for a loop.

Leah softly moaned from above. For a moment, Annabelle was too shocked to resist Bennet's kneading. The giantess had gotten aroused by Bennet's mention of her fear of their feet. 

Anger found Annabelle again. She couldn't believe that even if it was under dire circumstances, Annabelle had actually prayed for the giantesses' return. Even in a situation like this, she would always be a sex pet first. 

Bennet must have taken Leah's moans as a confirmation of his massaging prowess. The giant began kneading his fingers deeper into Leah's skin. 

Annabelle squealed at the increase in pressure. He continued to rub her in-between Leah's massive toes. Annabelle closed her eyes as lint and sweat collided with her face. The Shrinkee didn't think this hell would ever end. 

Finally, Molly cleared her throat, causing Bennet to stop rubbing. 

"Sorry," Bennet yipped. Annabelle's skin burned as she was peeled from Leah's sweaty sole. For a brief moment Annabelle was able to breathe in fresh air. The moment didn't last long. Bennet quickly removed Molly's heel. He grasped Molly's chubby foot with both of his hands. Annabelle was once again squished against a giant foot, however, this time she was held against the top of Molly's enormous foot. Annabelle sank into the squishy flesh of the chubby giantess' smooth foot.

Annabelle waited for the kneading to begin again, but was shocked when it was Bennet's giant mouth that appeared next to her and not his fingers. 

With glistening saliva coating his pink lips, Bennet's puckered mouth barreled towards Molly's foot. Bennet's mouth collided with Molly's flesh right next to Annabelle's tiny body. Annabelle was so close to the giant's orifice that she could feel the warmth from his breath. The squishy sounds of his saliva spilling over onto Molly's foot filled Annabelle's ears.  

Bennet drew away from the giant foot, leaving a string of spit that cascaded onto Annabelle. The Shrinkee squirmed as the warm spittle draped across her body. 

Bennet's enormous mouth opened, spilling drool all over Annabelle and Molly's foot. Annabelle sputtered, trying her best not to choke on the disgusting, thick liquid. 

Annabelle watched with disgust as Bennet dragged his massive tongue over Molly's pale foot. He reached her toes and began sucking on Molly's big toe like it was candy. Annabelle wanted to vomit. She was still pressed against the top of Molly's foot, but she could still hear the enthusiastic slurping and moaning from the giant.

"That's enough," Molly finally said. Annabelle felt a twinge of relief. Whatever Molly's ruse was, there was no way she could be okay with...whatever Bennet had been doing. 

Bennet reluctantly backed off. His mouth made a popping sound as he separated his wet mouth from Molly's toe.

The giant, once again, wrapped his fingers around Annabelle's body. He gathered himself until he was on her knees. Annabelle watched as the giant looked up at the giantesses expectedly. 

Suddenly, Leah's heel was on Bennet's crotch. Annabelle was surprised to see the massive thing move so quickly. The giantess began to grind the front of her gigantic heel into his crotch. Annabelle watched Bennet close his eyes and unleash a deep moan. The giant gripped her tighter, constricting her airflow slightly.  

"T-This is—" Bennet started to moan.

"Did we say you could fucking talk?" Molly hissed. The Shrinkee flinched. Annabelle had flashbacks to the giantesses' behavior with Amy on their private plan. 

"Since you like to talk so much, why don't you open your god-damn mouth," Molly said.  

Bennet's eyes sparkled with confusion and excitement. He parted his lips and opened wide. A shadow passed over Annabelle as Molly tilted Bennet's head up by raising his chin with her wet foot. 

Annabelle couldn't even begin to imagine what Molly's plan was. Somehow Leah had deciphered it, but based on Harper's and Naomi's tense silence, they were most likely as confused as Annabelle was. 

Molly, too, opened her mouth. She peered down at Bennet with utter contempt in her eyes. After a few heavy moments of heavy silence, Molly slowly pushed her tongue out past her lips. Annabelle stared up, confused, until horror and disgust hit her when she realized what was happening. 

If she wasn't being constricted, the Shrinkee would've vomited. 

A pool of saliva accumulated at the end of Molly's tongue. It grew larger until gravity finally won. A river of Molly's spit trickled down from her tongue. It cascaded down towards Bennet's open mouth with agonizing slowness. When it finally found Bennet, it was a direct hit. 

Annabelle looked on, completely revolted. She wanted to look away, but it was horrifically captivating. Leah, not to be outdone, reinvigorated her efforts. She twisted her foot, slowly but purposefully against Bennet's crotch.

Annabelle's body shook. Bennet's fingers had started to tremble. Annabelle looked up to see Bennet was closing his eyes tightly, as if he were trying to savor the sensations he was experiencing. The giantesses continued their double domination. With every passing second, Annabelle felt Bennet's fingers tremble and shake more. 

Due to her earlier traumatizing experience, Annabelle was able to recognize Bennet's "about to cum" face. As Molly's trickle of spit came to an end, Bennet closed his mouth and moaned. Just as he began to swallow a mouthful of the chubby giantess' saliva, Leah pressed down harder against his groin. 

Bennet moaned through a mouthful of spit and threw his head back. His grip loosened and Annabelle began to tumble down his thigh. As the world spun, Annabelle was able to make out Molly's enormous hand reaching out to grab her.

Annabelle braced herself, but instead of a soft, peppermint-scented hand, the Shrinkee was once again recaptured by the giant's sweaty hand. Bennet had quickly realized his blunder and snatched Annabelle before Molly could grab her. 

Bennet clambered to his feet and jumped back towards the couch. He nearly caused Annabelle to pass out from the frantic moving and his tight grip.

"Shit," Molly hissed. Frustration and defeat plagued her face. Leah appeared equally vexed. Harper's and Naomi's expressions on the other hand showed that they finally understood the other giantesses' plan. They wore similar expressions of disappointment. 

Though somehow Bennet looked the most distraught. His eyes were wide and his face was contorted. "Y-You tried to trick me!" He sputtered. He genuinely sounded hurt. 

"Bennet..." Molly started, as she wiped her mouth of the excess spit.

"No!" Bennet snapped. "I was showing you how much I worshipped you guys, and you still pick her over me?" Bennet spat. Annabelle's head was spinning with how much Bennet was gesturing with the hand that held her.

Bennet ran his free hand through his hair. He frantically looked at the giantess and then back at Annabelle. The Shrinkee recoiled at the intensity of his gaze. He looked downright insane. 

"Fine, I guess I just have to show you for yourselves," he muttered. 

Suddenly, his hand opened. He plucked Annabelle up and positioned her upright in his large open palm. Annabelle gasped for air, her stomach expanding and contracting with every greedy gulp of air. 

His gigantic face loomed over the Shrinkee. Annabelle tried to crawl backwards, but remembered she was perched miles above the floor.

"Annabelle," he started, with a wide, unhinged-looking grin, "I'm bigger, stronger, and faster than them. If I wanted to, I could take you and outrun them. I could hide you somewhere and make sure you escape from them forever. All you have to do is ask."

Annabelle didn't know whether to curse the giant out or laugh in his face.

Bennet didn't get it. Annabelle didn't know the entirety of the giantesses' resources, but she knew they were insanely vast. If he had just taken Annabelle before the giantesses returned from the party, they would've maybe had a shot at a successful getaway. 

But he didn't. 

Both his and Annabelle's opportunity to escape disappeared the second the giantesses had seen him sitting on their couch. There absolutely no winning for Annabelle if she sided with the insane college student. 

Plus, Annabelle didn't even need to take into consideration the fact that Bennet's proposal was an obvious ploy to allow the giantesses to witness her "betraying" them first hand.

Annabelle decided to flip the script on him. She took a deep breath and projected loudly enough for the giantesses to hear her. While she made sure to play up the pitiful tone in her voice, she allowed her very real fear to influence her voice. 

"Please, I don't want to go with you! I don't know you." She turned to the giantesses, "Please Goddesses, don't let him hurt me! I'm scared!"

Instantly, she saw something shift within the giantesses. Their expressions grew darker. The fear was still there, but it was over-shadowed by their resolute gazes. 

Bennet's open palm became a closed fist. He glowered down at Annabelle, sending fear to her very core. 

"You fucking little bitch," he seethed, obviously angry his plan didn't go the way he intended. Bennet's furious gaze seared through Annabelle. The Shrinkee was sure he was going to separate her head from her body any second. 

Just as Annabelle saw Bennet raise his beefy fingers towards her, Leah started to make her way over to Bennet. She strode over with confident, determined steps. 

Annabelle screamed as Bennet's huge fingers descended upon her head. "W-Wait!" Bennet yelped. 

Leah ignored him and continued to strut over to him with a cold expression. She seemed so undaunted that even Bennet was flustered for a moment. Bennet was frozen until Leah was inches away from him. She was so close Annabelle could smell her cinnamon scent. 

Before either Annabelle or Bennet could react, the emerald eyed giantess grabbed both sides of Bennet's face and smashed her lips into his.

Annabelle's jaw dropped open. She was rendered speechless. Bennet looked just as shocked as she felt. The giant's eyes were bulging out of his head. Annabelle watched stunned, as Leah's monstrous tongue bulldozed its way into Bennet's mouth.

Bennet allowed his other hand to remove itself from Annabelle's head. It made its way to Leah's waist. The giant closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. 

Annabelle had never considered what it would be like to be so close to two giant people making out, but all of her senses were suddenly hyper aware of the situation around her. The body heat between the two giant college students had risen to the point where Annabelle was becoming warmer herself.

Then there were the sounds.

Annabelle hadn't expected to be able to both hear and discern the different sounds of their kissing. From their massive tongues pressing against each other, to their gigantic lips smacking with saliva. 

It was both deeply unsettling, and unexpectedly fascinating to witness a normal act on such a huge scale. 

Annabelle was so transfixed by the scene around her, that she didn't realize Leah's hand was approaching her—or rather Bennet's fist. Her gigantic hand stopped at his wrist. Annabelle watched Leah's huge thumb rub against the inside of his wrist in slow circles. Bennet moaned, apparently liking the sensation of Leah's touch. 

Leah's thumb and fingers crept up Bennet's skin towards Annabelle. She was slow with her movements, only inching up every time Bennet moaned. Soon, Leah's hand was on top of Bennet's. It covered Annabelle in darkness. Annabelle was still gripped in-between Bennet's fingers. Leah's slender fingers caressed Bennet's. One by one, his fingers' grip began to lessen. 

Before she knew it, Annabelle was mushed between Leah and Bennet's palms. The giants intertwined their fingers together. Annabelle was stuck in the sweltering space of their gigantic hand-holding. Sweat—both her own and the giants'—made it difficult for Annabelle to move. Although she was trapped in darkness, Annabelle could still hear the giants making out above her. 

Just as Annabelle was praying for it to end, she heard Bennet suddenly shout out in pain. Annabelle jerked back as familiar slender fingers wrapped her up protectively.

Still perplexed to her core, Annabelle heard Leah call out, "Naomi!"

Annabelle was barely out of the darkness of Leah's hands when she suddenly was tossed high up in the air. Annabelle shrieked as she soared through the air. The living room whizzed past her. Wind deafened her ears and Annabelle flailed in the air. Her mind was blank with panic. After what felt like years, Annabelle collided with a soft, warm surface. 

The room was still spinning for Annabelle, but from the smell of lavender, Annabelle knew she was in Naomi's gigantic hands.

"Thank fucking god," she heard Naomi exhale. The giantess sounded like an elephant had just been lifted from her shoulders. Annabelle's vision finally steadied. 

The punk-rock giantess loomed over her with tears in her eyes. "Poppy are you—"

Bennet's aggravated scream cut her off. Annabelle turned her attention to the other side of the living room, where Bennet was bent over, holding his crotch. 

All at once, Annabelle understood what had happened. Leah had used the kiss as a distraction and kneed Bennet in the nuts right before she had thrown Annabelle to Naomi on the other side of the room. Annabelle couldn't help but be impressed. 

"Y-You bitches!" Bennet shrieked. "I tried to fucking help you, but you let yourselves be manipulated by that fucking little cunt! I should've ripped her head off the second I saw her."

Bennet grunted and started to hobble over to Naomi and Annabelle with fury in his eyes. 

There wasn't enough time to even be scared, before Harper did something that made all the other shocking events of the night seem tame.

Bennet hadn't even taken two steps toward Annabelle when the blonde giantess kneed the giant in the gut. When he bent over, she grabbed the inside of his shoulder and flipped him, slamming his back onto the floor. 

Annabelle stared, astounded. The other giantesses showed signs of general relief, but no one seemed shocked at Harper's sudden pro-wrestling move.  

The blonde stood up to her full height and began kicking the absolute shit out of Bennet. Pure rage filled her features. It was strange to see the usually bubbly blonde dressed as a witch and displaying such intense violence, but Annabelle would be lying if she wasn't deeply satisfied by Bennet getting what he deserved.  

Between kicks, Harper shouted at the groaning college student, "Who...the fuck...do...you...think...you are...touching...my...Poppy?"

The other giantesses didn't bother correcting her on her usage of "my Poppy."

Instead, Leah turned to Molly, "Can you call—"

Molly who already had her phone to her ear, answered back, "Already on it." The chubby giantess moved to a far corner of the room. She started speaking seriously in a low volume to someone on the other line.

A weight on top of her head reminded Annabelle that she was in Naomi's hand. The giantess was stroking her hair. Naomi bit down on her lip to keep from crying.

"Poppy I can't even tell you how fucking sorry I am," Naomi whispered.  

Annabelle looked up at Naomi. The truth was Annabelle was angry. She was furious about the entire situation. Furious that she had once again been used as a masturbatory toy for a giant. Furious that she'd prayed for the giantesses to rescue her. Furious that when the giantesses did come, they didn't instantly save her.

And most of all, she was furious with herself for how safe she felt in Naomi's hand. All of her emotions were too much for Annabelle to deal with. She was still covered in cum, spit, and sweat. She was exhausted. 

It was too much. 

Annabelle burst into tears. She sobbed into Naomi's hand. Her body racked itself as she hiccupped and cried harder than she had in a while.

"I hate this, I hate this," Annabelle sobbed, rubbing her eyes.

"Poppy, I'm so fucking sorry," Naomi said again. Her hand was shaking. 

Booming footfalls grew louder as Leah approached them. Her cold expression had melted away. When her gaze fell on Annabelle, Leah's face flashed with sorrow.

"I'll make this up to you Poppy. I promise," Leah swore. 

Annabelle could only cry harder, "I-I want my dad." The Shrinkee hated how pathetic she felt and sounded, but every day she felt more and more helpless. 

The giantesses said nothing to Annabelle's request, but Leah joined Naomi in stroking Annabelle's back. 

Naomi stealthily wiped her teary eyes, probably not wanting Leah to see her crying. 

"Harp's gonna kill him," Naomi noted, changing the subject. Annabelle looked up to see the blonde giantess straddling Bennet. She was punching his face bloody, alternating between fists. Annabelle winced at the graphic violence. In that moment Harper reminded Annabelle of Zoey. The blonde hair, the gratuitous violence, the absolute physical domination over another person.   

"Good," Leah replied coolly. 

More loud footsteps boomed near. Molly approached them. Exhaustion was written all over her face. She looked down at Annabelle with sad eyes. 

"Oh Poppy," was all she could sigh. 

Naomi asked, "When are they coming?"

Molly released another sigh. "I just got off the phone with them, so probably—"

There was a loud knock on the front door. The giantesses looked up, startled.

"—Now, I guess," Molly finished. 

Before any of the giantesses could make a move towards the door, Annabelle heard it swing open. Thunderous footsteps echoed throughout the house. Annabelle yelped as around a dozen huge men in suits stormed into the house. 

Naomi wrapped a protective thumb across Annabelle's torso. "Shh, it's okay Poppy," she hummed.

Once again, Annabelle found herself being reluctantly soothed by the giantess. Annabelle clutched the punk-rock giantess' thumb for security. 

The men marched into the living room like soldiers. Annabelle recognized the tallest man as John. The last time she'd seen him was when he was providing the giantesses with her personal belongings.

John barraged into the room like a quiet storm. His dark eyes scanned the area. When they landed on Harper, who was still punching Bennet, he strode towards her. With surprising ease, he lifted the attacking blonde from the barely conscious young man.

Harper fought against him, trying to go after Bennet again. John nodded to two of the suits. Without any verbal exchange, they made their way over to Bennet. They collected him from the floor, with neither excessive roughness or gentleness. A suit on each side held him up by his arms. Bennet dangled, limp. His face was a bloody mess. 

Still holding a resisting Harper, John turned to the other giantesses. 

"Are you all right young misses?" He asked.

Molly and the other giantesses exchanged uneasy glances. "Yeah," she said, "But how did this happen, John? How did he get past all of the alarms and cameras?"

Though it was subtle, John's face grimaced, "The storm caused a blackout in this residential area for approximately eight minutes. It seems the backup generator was also damaged by the storm, so the alarms, sensors, and cameras were also non-functional."

"What about the security detail next door?" Naomi asked. Her tone was terse. 

Annabelle's ears perked up. From Dufort's recount, she knew the giantesses had security watching over them, but she didn't expect some of them to actually live next door to the giantesses.

John continued to explain, "Unfortunately, when the power was lost, they made the decision to reconvene with your personal security detail to ensure your safety."

The giantesses' heads snapped up at that bit of information.

"Our safety?" Molly said, incredulous. 

"We already have a fucking security team. Why would they leave Poppy vulnerable like that?" Naomi demanded. 

John's grimace deepened, "While most security officers know you have been recently housing an individual with Height Disruption Disorder, some are unaware of her Type 0 status. They deemed your safety more important than a common Shrinkee."

Annabelle wasn't surprised that the type of people who would work for a company that regularly facilitated the murders of Shrinkees wouldn't be too concerned about the well-being of a Shrinkee.

"A-A common Shrinkee?" Naomi repeated. Her eyebrows shot up her forehead.

"I want a list of their names," Leah said evenly, but severely, "They can explain to me face-to-face why they deemed a Shrinkee worth billons, was undeserving of protection."

John nodded, "Yes, miss." 

Harper spoke suddenly, surprising everyone who had been distracted by John's explanation. 

"You can let me go, John," Harper said. Her voice was calmer, and she no longer stirred in John's huge arms.

Hesitantly, John released Harper. With tenderness Annabelle wasn't expecting from the giant man, John lifted Harper's hands to his face. He examined her bloody knuckles.

"It's his not mine," Harper said quietly, "I remembered the thingy where you place the thumb on the outside of the fist."

John nodded and let Harper's hands go. He glanced at Bennet, who Annabelle couldn't tell was still conscious or not at this point.

"Did you subdue him yourself?" John asked.

Harper started to wipe the blood onto her costume. She responded, "Leah kneed him in his crotch, but he started to come after Poppy, so I flipped him."

With an expression Annabelle could only describe as extremely subtle pride, John nodded. "You used his weight and his momentum against him?"

Harper nodded silently. She glowered at Bennet. 

"It has been a while since our last session, so I was unsure if you remembered anything useful," John admitted. Harper only shrugged.

Annabelle forced herself not to react as realization hit her. Of course the daughter of a police commissioner and security company CEO would know self-defense. It was just Harper's ditzy blonde image did not line-up with the force of power she displayed against Bennet.

Annabelle didn't know if it was from her fear or...something else, but when she thought of Harper's physical skills it made her heart pound.

"Are you going to kill him?" Harper asked.

Before John could respond, Naomi cut in, "Send him to the labs. They're always looking for test subjects."

Annabelle had no idea what she was talking about, and she had no desire to find out more.

"We have to follow procedure," John said. Upon seeing the giantesses' disappointed reactions, he added, "Though I'm certain your suggestions are on the table."

As the giantesses' faces brightened up, Annabelle didn't know what to feel. She wanted Bennet to pay, but as far as she was concerned, the giantesses and their families were just as bad as he was. If her captors were the ones enacting the revenge, would it really be revenge at all?

John continued, "That brings me to my next point. The aftermath of this incident will be slightly tedious. It is not as complicated as the bi-annual exterminations, but because he is a young college student, his disappearance won't be as inconspicuous as I might prefer. This means I am going to require more resources."

Immediately, the giantesses' faces paled. Their expressions startled Annabelle. They appeared more afraid than they had been when Bennet had taken her. They obviously understood something Annabelle did not.

"W-Wait John," Leah pleaded, "I don't think that is necessary." 

John exhaled, "I'm sorry miss, but I am required through my contract to—"

"John!" Harper begged. Her blue eyes were wide with desperate panic, "We can like find another way!"

John shook his head. 

Molly held her head in her hands and groaned out a muffled, "Oh my god."

Annabelle felt Naomi's thumb press against her tighter. "Shit," the punk-rock giantess hissed.

John's expression shifted. Annabelle had seen the huge man appear stone-faced after cleaning up the carcasses of dozens of Shrinkees. She watched as he had causally taken in Bennet's pummeled in face when he first came into the house.

But suddenly his face was contorted into vivid sympathy and regret as he looked over the giantesses. He nodded solemnly and uttered the following words damningly.

"I'm going to have to call your parents."