The bed shook and creaked as Naomi slipped into her enormous bed. Annabelle attempted to keep her neck straight—which was a difficult task with Naomi clenching her entire body within her hand. Annabelle felt the wind whizz past her as the punk-rock giantess descended into her bed. 

Annabelle bounced a bit when Naomi's hand landed on her pillow. The giantess finally settled in. Annabelle watched as the massive co-ed turned to her side to face her. The moon's light beamed in from Naomi's bedroom window, illuminating the giantess' beautiful face. Naomi had washed off her usual punk-looking makeup. Begrudgingly, Annabelle had to admit that she thought Naomi's typical style was badass. Yet, when she stared at the giantess' bare face in the moonlight she was transfixed by how pretty she was. 

It was beyond infuriating. 

Annabelle forced herself to look anywhere other than Naomi's face, but it was difficult to avoid when the giantess' deep brown eyes were piercing into her small body. Annabelle tried to ignore the giantess' intensity. She never thought it would happen, but she missed the cage.

One of the first things the giantesses had done after the suits secured the house, was send the cage to Shrink-Life Labs for "decontamination". Annabelle didn't understand the logic of a cage comprised of the giantesses' old underwear and socks needing to suddenly be deep cleaned after being briefly touched by a douchey college student. 

Nonetheless, the cage was temporarily unavailable. Though that didn't bother the giantesses at all due to the fact that after Bennet had been whisked away the night before, the giantesses hadn't once let go of Annabelle. 

That wasn't an exaggeration. 

It had been less than 24 hours since the Bennet situation had occurred. In that time frame the giantesses had not once set Annabelle down. 

The Shrinkee had spent her time always in the hand of one of her captors. They traded her off when one of them went to the bathroom or to take a shower. They fed her straight from their hands, and washed her under the faucet while still in their palms.

Though Annabelle had been introduced to a new kind of hell when the night before, Leah decided she was going to sleep with her gripped within her hand. It turned out the giantess was just as possessive in her sleep as she was awake. Her slender fingers had enveloped Annabelle's body completely. The raven-haired giantess had been like a boa constrictor. The more Annabelle tried to loosen her restraints, the tighter Leah clenched her fist. By the end of the night, Annabelle's ribs had broken and mended itself three separate times.

Although the punk-rock giantess was cradling the Shrinkee in her palm instead of clenching her like Leah, Annabelle still didn't have high hopes for a peaceful night of slumber with Naomi. 

The giantess spoke quietly to Annabelle. Though her voice still vibrated the Shrinkee's being. Her breath was a warm breeze that carried the strong—but not overbearing—scent of minty toothpaste.

"Are you okay, Poppy?" Naomi breathed.

Annabelle stifled a groan. That seemed to be the only thing the giantesses said to her. It wasn't just the repetition that annoyed her, but the answer was obviously no. She'd spent a good portion of the night prior tortured and smothered against some stalker's huge dick. Then she had to deal with the giantesses hovering over her like she might disappear at any moment. She was exhausted, frustrated, and wanted her dad.

But she couldn't say any of that.

Annabelle plastered on a small smile and squeaked out, "Yes Goddess."

Naomi's pink mouth flashed into a smile before fading back into the sad pout she'd been wearing since the night before.

"I-I'm really sorry, Poppy," Naomi whispered. Annabelle heard her voice crack. The Shrinkee watched the giantess' big brown eyes begin to water.

Something twisted in Annabelle's gut. She hated when the giantesses showed any emotion other than psychotically cruel joy. It was insulting to see their humanity. 

If Naomi could feel guilty about allowing Bennet to abuse her, then why couldn't she feel guilty about murdering dozens of people and keeping her hostage?

Annabelle also hated watching Naomi tear up for a different reason. As she looked at Naomi's huge lips twitch and eyes fill with sadness, Annabelle felt a minuscule—but persistent—itch in the back of her brain. The sensation wasn't enough to truly bother her, but it unnerved her nonetheless.

"It's not your fault, Goddess," Annabelle said. She needed her not to cry. Annabelle awkwardly stroked the side of Naomi's hand.

A small smile returned to Naomi's face. "I love you so much Poppy," Naomi sighed. 

Before Annabelle could respond, Naomi suddenly blurted out, "Poppy, do you remembered when I swallowed you?"

Annabelle stared blankly back at the giantess. Was that a real question? Annabelle couldn't believe she was asking her that.

The Shrinkee forced herself to regain her bearings. "Yes?" Annabelle replied.

"I was thinking about it earlier, and I'm so sorry about that," Naomi said earnestly. 

"I know," Annabelle said, trying not to let her exasperation leak out into her voice. The giantess had already apologized for that nearly a dozen times. "It's okay Goddess, you only did it so Zo—my step-sister wouldn't find me. I know you didn't want to eat me," Annabelle said.

"But I did."

Annabelle froze. A moment of silence passed where she could only hear Naomi's breathing. The giantess stared at her with an intense expression. Annabelle laughed nervously, "W-What?"

"I did want to eat you," Naomi reiterated, "But not like that."

Annabelle couldn't speak. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Suddenly, her eyes were glued onto Naomi's huge mouth.

"Poppy, how did you feel when I ate you before?" Naomi asked seriously.

Annabelle tore her gaze away from Naomi's mouth, "Wha—? Oh...um, scared?"

Annabelle felt Naomi's palm grow warmer. In the moonlight Annabelle could see the giantess' face flush slightly. 

"Well that makes sense," Naomi said. She paused before asking, "Do you know what I was feeling?"

Annabelle slowly shook her head.

"Frustrated and relieved."

Half of her answer surprised Annabelle out of her terror-filled stupor. 

"Why were you frustrated?" Annabelle asked.

Naomi frowned, "Because that's not how I wanted that to go down."

Annabelle furrowed her brow, "What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking about eating you for a long time," Naomi admitted. 

Annabelle nodded slowly, hoping the giantess couldn't feel her trembling.  

"But I wanted to do it in way that made you comfortable," Naomi continued. 

Annabelle was beyond freaked out. "C-Comfortable?" She stammered.

Naomi nodded, moving the pillow slightly for both of them. "I know you'll always be scared when I try to eat you. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think that part was really fucking fun, but I want you to enjoy it too."

Annabelle had to drop all pretenses, "What are you talking about?" She asked, thoroughly perplexed.

Annabelle watched Naomi consider the next thing she was going to say. The giantess then asked, "When you were inside me, how did you feel?"

Annabelle started to sweat. She wanted out of the conversation. She liked to be done with traumatic events the second they were over. She never saw any reason to revisit them.

"I-I don't know. I can't remember" Annabelle lied. 

"Can I tell you what I felt, Poppy?" Naomi proposed it like a question, but she didn't wait for the Shrinkee's response. "I was so fucking relieved," she said again, "I was relieved because I knew you were safe."

Annabelle stared silently while she listened to Naomi speak, "I could feel you Poppy. I could feel you inside of me. I've swallowed Shrinkees before, but they'd usually die on the way down, or immediately after they hit my stomach acid. But not you Poppy. You were inside of me and you were alive and safe. It was amazing to just hold you like in my fucking self—just safe away from the world."

Annabelle let Naomi's words bounce around in her head. They were terrifying and obsessive, but that wasn't new. The truly frightening thing was that she understood what Naomi meant. She didn't agree with it—of course—but the giantess' ramblings made sense to her.

The truth was, she'd felt more trapped in Naomi's stomach than she had during her entire month-long stay with the giantesses. Yet, whereas Naomi saw that experience as the discovery of somewhere safe, it had been the place Annabelle had almost truly lost herself in.

Naomi's expression suddenly darkened and Annabelle tensed, "When we came back and saw that fucking shit-stain holding you in his disgusting paws, the only thing I wanted to do was swallow you up and never let you go."

Annabelle didn't know what to say. She knew the giantesses were all deranged, but they still managed to surprise her with just how fucked up their thought processes were.

Naomi's face softened when she looked at Annabelle. "Poppy, I'm not going to lie and pretend like I'm not going to eat you again—whether it's because I'm punishing you or because I just want to, but I need you to know that I'm not doing it to hurt you. I'm doing it because it keeps you safe. But, I'm also doing it because I can, because you belong to me."

Even if Annabelle knew what to say, her mouth wasn't working. Tears filled her eyes at the injustice of her situation, but she was so tired of crying.

"Poppy," Naomi said, refocusing Annabelle's gaze to her, "There's going to come a day when you'll beg me to swallow you, or shove you in my mouth. But until you imprint on me, you need to get more comfortable with my mouth."

Annabelle shuddered, not liking where the conversation was going. 

Naomi's big brown eyes twinkled. Her angelic bare face contrasted with the lust in her eyes. Annabelle whimpered as Naomi's gigantic pink tongue made an appearance. The Shrinkee watched as it slid over her plump lips, like a paint brush.

"Poppy," Naomi drawled, "I'm going to kiss you now. If you scream or struggle, then I'm going to eat you. If you don't, then we can both go to sleep afterwards, okay?"

Annabelle whimpered again. There was no use fighting.  

Naomi's massive mouth seemed to grow bigger as she dragged her hand closer to her lips. When her gigantic pink lips parted, her hot, minty breath almost suffocated her. 

Annabelle slowly and softly collided with Naomi's lips. They were impossibly soft, and the sweet smell of Naomi's lavender scent almost covered the minty toothpaste.

Annabelle struggled not to relax into the pillowy lips. The air from Naomi's nostrils sent a warm gust over Annabelle's head. In the darkness of the room, Annabelle's sense of hearing was heightened. Naomi's breathing was the only thing she could hear besides her beating heart.

The giantess separated her lips from Annabelle for a moment. She looked down at the Shrinkee, her brown eyes flooded with lust. 

"You're doing so good Poppy," she purred slowly. 

Once again, Naomi's lips headed for her. Though they were puckered as they collided against her. Annabelle prepared herself for a forceful and painful barrage of kisses, but she was surprised to find Naomi was just as gentle as before. 

Typically, the giantesses started off...enthusiastic and stayed that way until they were finished, but Naomi had been kissing her for several minutes and wasn't showing signs of the usual vigorous and painful displays of affection they usually showed her.

With her gigantic puckered lips, Naomi slowly pressed them against different parts of Annabelle's body. From her feet, to her thighs, to her face, Naomi was delicately kissing every inch of Annabelle's tiny body. It was an entirely different world from the panic and terror she usually felt when the giantesses did those kinds of things to her.

Annabelle shuddered—not from the fear—but from the electricity that was running through her body. Everything from Naomi's warm breath that coated her like a lavender scented blanket, to the soft, but secure grip Naomi's hand cradled her in, was nothing like she had ever experienced. It was dream-like. She felt as though she were in a warm, drunken haze. 

Naomi separated her lips from Annabelle again. The Shrinkee looked on with heavy eyelids. Naomi's breathing was heavier.

"Kiss me Poppy," she said with a hushed tone, "Poppy kiss me."  Like most things the giantesses said to her—it was an order. But for the first time since she'd been captured by the giantesses, Annabelle wanted to obey.

Survival. Annabelle told herself she was doing it to survive. But as Naomi's lips headed for her again, Annabelle found herself welcoming her gigantic soft mouth with her own.

The Shrinkee closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Naomi's. A sensation unlike she had ever felt immediately took control of her body. For the first time in years, she felt content—everything felt right.

Annabelle gripped either side of Naomi's chin with her hands as the kiss grew more passionate. The giantess moaned, vibrating Annabelle's body. Annabelle returned Naomi's moan with her own. 

The Shrinkee was too far gone to think about what she was doing. She just knew after spending hours rubbed up against a smelly dick, Naomi's lips were like heaven. 

Naomi's mouth opened slightly, just enough for the tip of her tongue to slither past her lips and into Annabelle's tiny mouth. The Shrinkee eagerly sucked and wrestled with the tip of Naomi's tongue that fit perfectly into her maw. There were no thoughts in Annabelle's head except for the singular desire for the kissing to go on for an entirety. 

In the darkness of the bedroom, Annabelle's and—to a much louder extent—Naomi's breathy gasps filled the space. 

The kissing gradually slowed down until Naomi's tongue returned to her mouth. Annabelle was pulled back from the giantess' mouth. She instantly missed the warmth.

Naomi's lips curled into a sleepy smile. Her brown eyes shone in the moonlight with complete adoration. 

"I love you so fucking much Poppy. I won't let anyone take you away from me. Not even my parents," Naomi declared with a yawn.

Annabelle blinked. Her brain was slowly beginning to welcome thoughts again. Annabelle watched Naomi's gigantic mouth as she yawned.

Her sliver tongue piercing glittered in the moonlight. An unsettling feeling started to creep across Annabelle's skin. 

"I love you Poppy," Naomi mumbled again. The giantess' eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep, still cradling the Shrinkee in her hand.

Annabelle was left with darkness and a room filled with Naomi's soft breathing. Annabelle could feel the unsettling feeling again—clawing at her brain. The Shrinkee didn't want to think. She knew if she started to think, the unsettling feelings would transform into something worse. 

Yet, it didn't matter if Annabelle allowed herself to think, because she suddenly felt tears pouring down her cheeks. Sadness soon accompanied the tears. 

Then it came.

Guilt.

Crushing, suffocating guilt.

"Oh my god," Annabelle gasped breathlessly. "Oh my god," she sobbed. She'd made out with a giantess. She made out with a giantess that ate people. The same lips she kissed had shoved so many people past them. The tongue she sucked on had swirled so many people inside of that enormous mouth. 

"What did I do? What did I do?" Annabelle hiccupped. 

Annabelle didn't have time to properly loathe herself. In her sleep, Naomi dragged Annabelle to her mouth. Annabelle tensed as Naomi pressed her against her lips.

Instead of submitting to the massive pillowy lips, Annabelle fought against them. Still crying, Annabelle pushed against Naomi's lips. 

The giantess' mouth opened, pouring drool directly onto Annabelle's torso. Annabelle yelped, and Naomi's tongue slowly crept past her gigantic lips, and turned towards Annabelle like a blind dog, sniffing out its prey.

The slumbering punk-rock giantess slobbered all over Annabelle's tiny body. Annabelle had to clench her mouth closed to keep the drool from spilling into her mouth. Naomi's tongue slowly swept across the Shrinkee's face, coating her in her thick mouth spit. 

Before she could wipe off the spit, Naomi's mouth opened wider. The temperature around Annabelle shot up a couple dozen degrees higher. Naomi's dense, humid breath coated Annabelle. The slumbering giantess began to push Annabelle into her wet mouth. Annabelle screamed, letting the waterfall of saliva to pool into her mouth. 

Annabelle's body was pushed past Naomi's lips and into her maw. The world turned dark and muted, except for the sound of Naomi's soft snores. The giantess' tongue twitched underneath Annabelle's body. The Shrinkee had to hold onto the tongue piercing to keep steady. 

Annabelle screamed for Naomi to wake up, but the giantess was sound asleep. She could even hear her humming with delight in her sleep. Annabelle didn't know what she tasted like, but Naomi apparently thought she was tasty.

Annabelle prayed that Naomi wouldn't eat her in her sleep. 

Even if she did deserve it. 

Eventually, Naomi's breathing slowed down. Annabelle still gripped the tongue piercing between her hands. She remained absolutely still, so she wouldn't trigger Naomi's gag reflex or be accidently swallowed.   

The giantess continued to slumber, and Annabelle listened to the inner workings of Naomi's body. Dozens of people had probably heard the same sounds right before they were either chewed up between the giantess' teeth, or dissolved within her stomach acid. 

Annabelle sniffled. She had enthusiastically kissed a monster. Did that make her a monster? 

Naomi's jaw began to unclench. A small shimmer of moonlight shone into Naomi's mouth, as her mouth opened and she started to snore slightly louder. Annabelle didn't waste the opportunity she was given.

Quickly, she crawled forward. Although Naomi's slimy tongue made it difficult, she moved towards the opening of the giantess' mouth. She felt the cool air of the bedroom as she got closer. Annabelle squeezed past Naomi's plush lips, praying the giantess didn't get the sudden urge to bite down. 

Thankfully, she made it through without further incident. Annabelle slid out of Naomi's mouth and landed on the pillow. The Shrinkee was absolutely coated in drool. Annabelle gasped deeply, finally breathing in fresh air. She wiped the thick spit from her face. Her vision cleared just in time to see Naomi stir in her sleep. 

Next to her, the giantess released a small groan. Her wet lips were twisted into a frown. Naomi whimpered, as her gigantic hand began to pat across the pillow repeatedly. 

Annabelle only understood that the sleeping giantess was looking for her, until after she was abruptly snatched by the massive hand. Naomi grabbed her and moved her closer to her face. A slow, satisfied smile spread across the the giantess' slumbering face. 

Annabelle, still drenched in spit, was just thankful she hadn't been eaten. The Shrinkee stared at Naomi as she slept. She had no idea why she had kissed her back. She hadn't heard Poppy's voice at all. She thought she knew how to block out Poppy, but she wasn't so sure it was Poppy who had kissed Naomi. 

Annabelle was terrified by what she was becoming. She had to get away from the giantess. She still wanted to help Dufort, but escaping as soon as possible was her number one priority. 

Annabelle knew they would be meeting with the giantesses' parents tomorrow. She would keep her eyes and ears open. The Shrinkee needed an exit plan before she lost even more of herself.

She would not become their willing pet.

She would not become Poppy.