Annabelle pulled her knees up to her chest and cradled her legs. She was colder than usual. The skimpy red bikini she'd been dressed in wasn't offering her much warmth. Her eyes drifted over the massive room. It was grand with high ceilings. Frosted glass windows spanned the walls and ceiling, allowing the morning's sunlight to gently shine through the room. 

Inevitably, her eyes were drawn to the enormous pool that was centered in the room. Annabelle watched the giantess' figure stream up and down the pool. She'd been going at it for nearly an hour without so much as a five minute break. 

Annabelle pushed herself onto her back. She released a slow sigh as she listened to the co-ed's splashing echo throughout the room. When the Shrinkee changed her position, she felt the attentive eyes of both of the two servants that stood on either side of the small table she was set on. Annabelle closed her eyes, irritated.    

She knew they were just doing their job of watching over her, but it was exhausting to feel them stiffen up the second she so much as stretched. 

The splashing continued to assault Annabelle's ears. She opened her eyes, exhaled, and sat back up. Ignoring the eyes peering down at her, the Shrinkee watched the giantess barrel through the water. Even from her spot against the wall, Annabelle could see the giantess' arms as they propelled her through the water. Muscles that were usually hidden under soft skin were on full display.

Annabelle's heart pounded when she thought of the sheer power it took to move through the water so quickly.

OUR GODDESS TRULY IS WORTHY OF WORSHIP. HER STRENTGH. HER POWER. SHE IS A FEARSOME PROTECTOR.

Annabelle rolled her eyes. Poppy's voice brought her back to reality. She wasn't watching a divine being command water, she was watching some shitty co-ed use her morning swim to work off all the Shrinkees she'd eaten a few days earlier.  

"Did ya see me? Did ya see me, Poppy!"

Annabelle flinched as the giantess' breathless voice echoed through the swimming hall. Annabelle's eyes flickered over to the gigantic co-ed. She lifted herself from the pool's edge instead of using its stairs. Her enormous arms easily pulled her up along with a waterfall of pool water. 

The giantess climbed out of the pool and stood to her full massive height. She removed her goggles and pulled the swimming cap from her head. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her wet one piece. 

Harper beamed as she made her way over to Annabelle. The Shrinkee emitted a quiet noise of discomfort. Although she wanted to look anywhere else, Annabelle's eyes were drawn to Harper's gigantic body. 

Annabelle was certain that if she shrunk down, Harper would look more like a Type 0 than she did. She somehow managed to make the grey one piece bathing suit she wore erotic. It hugged her curves tightly against her wet body. Harper's chest bounced with every step she took. The servants that flanked Annabelle also couldn't resist the magmatism of Harper's bosom. Their eyes kept flickering from Annabelle to Harper's chest.

Soon Harper was closing in, her gigantic feet slapping against the swimming hall's tile floor. The giantess casted a shadow over the table Annabelle sat on. Her massive face loomed over her tiny form. She was smiling from ear to ear. 

Without breaking her gaze on Annabelle, Harper carelessly tossed her swimming cap and goggles to one of the servants. 

"So, what did you think, Poppy?" She grinned down at the Shrinkee.

Large droplets of pool water crashed around Annabelle as the dripping giantess stood over her. Still, Annabelle pushed past her wariness and plastered a bright smile on her face.

"You were really fast, Goddess! I didn't know you could swim so well," Annabelle squeaked. 

Harper's smile somehow widened. 

"Thank you so much Poppy," she chirped. In an instant, Harper's smile dropped. She turned to one of the servants and snapped her fingers aggressively. The servant winced, but quickly handed her the fresh towel he had been holding.

Harper grabbed it and draped it around her shoulders. She bent down, her massive chest blocked out Annabelle's ability to see anything else. She lowered her hand onto the table. Annabelle braced herself and stepped into the wet palm.

Her stomach jumped when Harper lifted her to her massive face. The blonde's plump lips wasted no time in attacking her. 

Annabelle closed her eye as Harper pressed her lips against the entire left side of Annabelle's body. Harper quickly turned around and started walking towards the showers. Annabelle fell on her back with Harper's sudden movements. She bobbed along to Harper's stride. 

The giantess peered down at the Shrinkee, her blue eyes shinning with glee. Like a moth to a flame, Harper's gigantic fingers began to grope her breasts. Annabelle knew better than to fight against her captor. She looked away from Harper's eyes as the blonde played with her like a toy. Harper hummed as she entered the showers.

Annabelle shouldn't have been surprised that the indoor pool also came with an immaculate locker room, but she couldn't stop looking at her surroundings. Annabelle doubted that even the best national sporting teams had locker rooms that looked as pristine and luxurious as the Abbot's. 

Harper strolled into one of the sections of the locker room. She pulled her fingers away from Annabelle's chest, but immediately puckered her lips and pressed them against the Shrinkee.

As Annabelle attempted to recover from the giantess' affection, Harper gently placed Annabelle onto one of the wooden benches. The blonde straightened up and began to pull down her bathing suit. 

"Get nakey Poppy," she smiled. 

Annabelle, never ready to be flashed by the giantesses, blushed and turned around. 

"U-Uh, why do I have to get undressed too, Goddess?" Annabelle asked.

She heard her captor giggle. "Because we have to shower, silly!"

Annabelle's heart sank. She didn't know why there couldn't ever be an easy moment with the giantesses. Sullenly, Annabelle wrangled herself out of the bikini top and stepped out of the bottoms.

She kept her eyes on the bench, so she didn't see Harper's massive hand reaching for her until she was engulfed by it. 

Harper hummed as she took Annabelle into one of the stalls. The stall was already stocked with the most high end shampoos and soaps any skin-care conscious co-ed could ask for. Harper placed Annabelle on a soap dish that was attached to the stall's wall. She was high up, about shoulder length with the giantess. Annabelle backed up until she was pressed against the soap dishes' wall.

Harper turned on the shower. A burst of water roared out of the showerhead and rained down onto the gigantic co-ed. Harper's hums turned into passable singing of a pop song that sounded vaguely familiar to Annabelle.

Annabelle forced herself to look anywhere but at the enormous naked blonde in front of her. Annabelle's eyes lowered to her own legs and thighs. There was not a single blemish on her skin. All of her scars had disappeared. She traced a few fingers along her thighs. Not a single scar. 

Her fingers glided over her smooth skin. Sprinkles from the shower sprayed her with a mist that wet her body. She wasn't sure if her new skin was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, she didn't have much of a heart stopping, crippling fear when she changed clothes in public. On the other hand, she felt as though she were cheating somehow. Her new skin painted over her scars, but she didn't actually do anything that was worthy of being healed.

Annabelle's gliding finger titled. She leaned all of her weight down on her nail, pressing it against her thigh. A distantly familiar pain shot through her.

"What are you doing?"

Annabelle's head shot up, while her stomach dropped. Harper was gazing at her with a disappointed expression.

"You know Poppy, any other living being's eyes would be glued onto me right now," she tsked.

Annabelle casually lifted her hand away from her thigh, relieved. 

"I'm sorry, Goddess!" Annabelle shouted over the water. 

Harper pursed her gigantic lips. Her blue eyes regarded Annabelle with the familiar glint of lust and preeminence. Harper's huge hand reached for her. Annabelle braced herself. She was plucked up into the air. Huge water droplets rained down on her, drenching her tiny body. Harper held her stomach between her pointer finger and thumb, providing Annabelle with little to no feeling of security. It was all Annabelle could do to not burst with shrieks of terror.

Harper held Annabelle in front of her face. Water streaked across her beautiful features. 

"Maybe you need like a closer view," Harper suggested mischievously.  

She dropped Annabelle onto her expansive bosom. Annabelle screamed as she slipped down the co-ed's wet skin. Annabelle tried to keep herself from falling down the slope of her chest, but she found nothing to grab onto.

That is until she reached Harper's nipple. The giantess let out a soft moan as Annabelle gripped onto her nub for dear life. The Shrinkee hung from her nipple, screaming. Harper giggled at Annabelle's predicament.

The giantess began washing herself, which did not make Annabelle's goal of not colliding with the shower floor any easier. The blonde started singing again, washing her perfect body as if she didn't have a tiny teenager hanging from her tit. 

Between the moving around and the water, Annabelle was forced to grip Harper's nibble with more strength. In response to the stimuli, Harper's pink nub hardened. Annabelle found that she had more room to hold onto the nipple.

The Shrinkee groaned when she realized what she had to do to avoid falling. Annabelle pushed and dug her fingers into Harper's nipple. The blonde's singing ceased, and she began to emit soft moans.

Annabelle grimaced at being forced to give her captor pleasure, but the giantess' erect nipple was providing her with a ledge of which to hang.

Annabelle continued to massage Harper's nipple, and the giantess continued to wash her body while letting out the occasional moan. Just as Annabelle's arms began to give out from the pain, Harper plucked her from her breast. 

Annabelle's arms dropped, and she slumped over with relief. Harper laid her in her palm. Annabelle looked up at her gigantic captor. Water from the shower rained on top of her. Harper looked down at her with adoration. 

"You're so good at this whole worshiping thing, Poppy," Harper praised. Annabelle didn't have the strength to respond. She just looked up into her massive eyes, panting and praying it would be over soon.

The universe chose to do its favorite thing: ignore her.

Harper bared her teeth in a lust filled grin. 

"Poppy," she sang, sending chills down Annabelle's spine, "It's your turn to get clean now."

Annabelle opened her mouth to protest, but Harper interrupted her. 

"Don't you worry Poppy, I'll do it for you," she smiled. Her eyes sparkled with delight, "I'll like make sure that I don't miss even one spot."

--

Annabelle lay splayed on the marble kitchen table. She stared at the kitchen's ceiling, dazed. She'd been attempting to regain her strength since Harper had taken four consecutive orgasms from her in the shower.

Conversely, Harper seemed invigorated. She chewed cheerfully from above as she demolished her breakfast.  She was practically glowing.  

A massive cherry suddenly filled Annabelle's vision. A string of syrup plopped on her face. Annabelle grimaced and wiped it off. 

"Eat-eat Poppy," Harper commanded. Annabelle sighed and sat up. The syrup covered cherry was bigger than her head. There was a sprinkling of powdered sugar from the French toast the cherry had originally sat atop. 

Annabelle bit into the cherry. It was so juicy she had to move her mouth in a way that ensured it didn't get on her clothes. Though she wouldn't have minded having an excuse to change. Harper had dressed her in a matching crop top and mini skirt with no underwear. The only differences were Harper's crop top had the word "LOVE" reading across her bust, while Annabelle's read "OBEY." There was also the detail of Harper deciding that only Annabelle was going commando, and donning pink panties only for herself.

The sweet liquid trickled down her throat. Suddenly Annabelle was reminded of the last time she had tasted cherry juice. It'd coated her tongue when she gave CPR after Carrie had almost drowned in the stuff two months ago. The Shrinkee's huge, fearful eyes flashed in Annabelle's mind. Annabelle recoiled from the cherry and started coughing. 

Harper returned the fork to her plate and gently patted Annabelle's back with her enormous finger.

"Oh no, Poppy woppy! You have to eat more slowly," she soothed. 

Annabelle nodded through her coughing. Two loud sets of footsteps boomed towards the kitchen. Annabelle looked up and saw the commissioner literally dragging her husband to into the kitchen by his hand. Annabelle was surprised by the sight of them. The past four days that Annabelle had been spending time in the Abbot home, the Shrinkee hadn't seen much of Harper's parents.

After a few minutes of intense debate over Annabelle's schedule, Annabelle had left with the Abbot family the morning after Thanksgiving. When they arrived, her parents had led a sweep of their house and ordered Harper to stay in her bedroom with Annabelle for two days. On the third day, they announced that the house was secure, but the only people Annabelle saw were suits and servants. Harper had casually mentioned that her parents were swamped with work. 

Annabelle was able to see the stress on their faces—particularly the general—when they trudged into the kitchen. As tired as they looked, they still made a beeline for their daughter. 

The commissioner, who was dressed in slacks, a white button down, and a blazer, bent down and wrapped her arms around her daughter. She kissed Harper's temple, lovingly, and stroked her hair. 

"Good morning, baby," Commissioner Abbot greeted. 

"Good morning, Mom!" Harper chirped. 

The General pecked Harper on the cheek. "Morning baby," he grunted. His attire was almost identical to his wife's, albeit he did not have on a blazer and his sleeves were rolled up.

"Good morning Daddy," Harper smiled. 

Annabelle watched the family for a moment. A dull ache of envy echoed in her. The feeling surprised her. She'd made peace that she wouldn't have those kinds of relationships in her life a long time ago. She supposed it didn't help being forced to watch their loving interaction blown up a million times her size.

Harper's parents sat down in the seats around the circular kitchen table. Annabelle felt their eyes turn to her. She immediately, shifted herself so she was sitting on her legs. She futilely pulled down her skirt to give herself more coverage.

"Good morning, Poppy," Harper's mother greeted, amused. Annabelle allowed the gigantic woman to scratch underneath her chin.

"Good morning Commissioner Abbot," she turned to Harper's father, "Good morning General Abbot," she added.

The commissioner's eyes shone with delight, while the general chuckled and shook his head. Annabelle tried to push down the rising irritation she felt. They looked at her like she had just performed a trick.

"She's pretty formal," The general noted. Silently, two servants seemed to appear out of nowhere. One handed each of the parents a mug of what smelled like coffee, while the other set down two freshly cooked dishes. Annabelle looked in wonder at the amazing looking cheesy omelet in front of the commissioner, and the juicy sausage and bacon that lay on top of the general's pancakes. She didn't even know when the servants would've had time to prepare the meals.

Harper nodded at her father's observation. She opened her mouth to shovel in more of her French toast. She chewed quickly and swallowed. 

"She's still in training, Daddy. She needs to like practice addressing her betters with respect," Harper said.

Although her irritation was growing, Annabelle said nothing and kept her face neutral. 

Thankfully, Harper changed the subject. 

"Are you like almost finished with retraining your men, Daddy? Since we're stuck here, I wanted to like watch a movie together or something."

The general sighed, "I'd love to baby, but there's still a lot to do."

Harper deflated at bit, but continued to eat her breakfast.

The commissioner took a sip of her coffee and said to her husband, "I sent you a profile last night. He's one of the recent hires down at the Trenton station. He keeps getting into spats with his supervisor—you know that Shrinkee detective? At first I just thought he was a misogynist, but I checked his file and he did a stint in juvie for setting a Shrinkee-based clinic on fire."

Annabelle's mouth was dry. She kept her eyes on the marble kitchen table. 

"I'll check it out," General Abbot said, "Now's probably the best time for recruiting since we're retraining everyone."

"How are the boys doing since Briggs?" Commissioner Abbot asked. 

Both Harper and the general's face darkened. 

"They're a little unnerved, but fine. He was an asshole, so morale hasn't been impacted too much," The general replied. 

He bit into his sausage and added, "We found his paper trail. There were payments for the drug he used, and browsing history on how much a Type 0 would sell for."

It took all of Annabelle's concentration to keep the smile from her face. Byte had did it, the genius.

"I hope you tore each of his limbs off," Harper seethed. She stabbed her fork into her French toast. Annabelle's heart pounded at her fury. 

"You don't have to worry about that, baby," General Abbot assured. 

Harper furrowed her brow, as a surprisingly serious expression crossed her face. "No, but like I want to. I should've been interrogating him too. Poppy is my responsibility," she declared.

Harper's parents exchanged uncertain glances. 

"We'll discuss it for the next time," the commissioner said. 

That answer seemed good enough for Harper, because she smiled, satisfied, and resumed eating. 

General Abbot spoke again, "But you should've seen Warren, he just wouldn't let up on Briggs." 

Annabelle's ears perked up at the mention of the governor. 

The commissioner bit into her omelet. "Oh really?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

General Abbot nodded, "Even when Briggs finally admitted to it, Warren kept going."

Annabelle shuddered. She wondered just how long and how intense the torture was that Briggs would admit to something he didn't do. 

"That doesn't surprise me, remember how he was in college?" Harper's mother chuckled. 

General Abbot slowly nodded his head, "It's been a while since he's gotten his hands dirty like that, though." He paused before adding, "It was like he wouldn't take Briggs' confession as the truth. He kept asking if he really had worked alone."

The commissioner sipped her coffee, "Sounds like he couldn't believe one man was able to get past all of the security measures. His ego was probably wounded." 

The general shrugged, "Maybe."

Annabelle clenched her fists. She hoped the governor wouldn't look further into the whole Briggs situation. She knew he was a clever man, and she needed his eyes elsewhere.

"Anyway," the commissioner sighed with a smile. She turned to her daughter, "First day back after break, you excited baby?"

Harper made a disgruntled sound and rolled her eyes. "Can't I skip a day? I'm like, still traumatized or whatever," Harper whined. 

Her mother frowned, "Baby, we put in a lot of work so you could attend your classes remotely."

Harper groaned, "I don't know why you did all of that. It's not like I'm going to use this ever when I graduate."

The commissioner furrowed her brow, "What are you talking about? That's why you picked Communications as your major, so you could do your social media things."

Harper pouted, "No, that's why you picked communications as my major. I just wanted to be an influencer right after high school. I'm not getting any younger!"

General Abbot scoffed, "What are you going to do when your social media dries up?"

Harper scoffed right back and gave her father an incredulous look, "When Poppy imprints on me, there won't be anyone alive who won't follow us."

Annabelle inwardly cringed. She never understood the draw of social media. It was way too much attention for her. She'd already dealt with an entire town having an opinion about her, she didn't need the whole world's opinion too.

"Is that what you want Poppy?" The commissioner cooed at her as if she were a puppy, "Do you want to take pretty pictures with your—" She stopped herself and turned to her daughter, "What is it that she calls you?"

"Goddess," Harper answered with a mouthful of French toast. 

"You want to take pretty pictures with your Goddess?" The commissioner corrected herself, patting Annabelle's head.

General Abbot inserted before Annabelle could speak, "You should contact Haruma if you want to get a professional photo."

Harper frowned, "I don't need Naomi or her dad to help me. Poppy is photogenetic enough that I don't need all that fancy equipment."

"You have it all planned out, huh," The commissioner chuckled, pulling her fingers away from Annabelle.

"Oh course I do," Harper said indignantly, "I have our whole lives planned out."

Annabelle's hands were drenched with her sweat. She didn't think a conversation could overwhelm her so much—especially a conversation that she was hardly participating in.

"Have you discussed your plans with Poppy?" General Abbot asked, amused. 

"Poppy is fine with anything I tell her to do! Isn't that right Poppy?" She stroked her hair and cooed, "Who do you belong to, Poppy?"

Annabelle swallowed and looked up at Harper. The entire Abbot family was looking down at her. 

"My Goddesses," Annabelle squeaked.

Harper's smile dropped. "Nuh-uh, nope! For the next few days you belong to me, and me only Poppy!" Harper declared. 

She snatched Annabelle up, causing her to yelp out in fear. The Shrinkee heard the snickers of the giantess' parents behind her. 

Harper's massive face was all she could see. The blonde wrapped her fingers around Annabelle's tiny body.

"You," she said, blowing syrup scented breath against the Shrinkee, "Are mine. All mine." 

Annabelle shuddered as Harper's giant lips smushed against her. It was like a stamp of ownership. Annabelle was left with a thin layer of syrup and saliva.  

Annabelle inwardly groaned. It was going to be a long couple of days.

--

Annabelle exhaled in frustration as the red Shrinkee crayon broke in her hand. She'd been coloring the same damn apple since Harper started her second class. Annabelle glanced up at the giantess. She loomed above her, resting her chin in her hand while she sat at her desk. The giantess had her earphones in, but her eyes were glazed over, obviously day dreaming.

Annabelle lay on the carpeted floor of her cage. The cage was positioned right next to Harper's laptop, but the door had been locked. Annabelle supposed Harper was afraid she would run in front of her laptop camera and announce her presence to the entirety of the students enrolled in COMM 377.  

Annabelle rolled until she was on her back. She gazed up at the wired ceiling. She considered the irony of her current state of boredom. She was almost always either bored or completely terrified.

If her life hadn't turned to shit, she probably would've been having lunch with Oliver and Chloe at that moment, listening to the recaps of their Thanksgiving horror stories. 

Or maybe she would've spent the holiday with one of them. 

Maybe she and Oliver would've buried whatever weirdness their kiss had caused by now. Annabelle covered her eyes with her arm. Her life would always be full of maybes and what ifs. 

OUR LIFE WILL BE FILLED WITH 'YES GODDESS' AND 'OF COURSE GODDESS' AND 'I LOVE YOU GODDESS'   

Annabelle groaned and stood up.

She needed to talk to Steven. Her nightmares were getting worse, and the voice in her head was as annoying as ever.

Annabelle found herself trudging over to the frowning stuffed bear of which Steven had dubbed, "Snooty, the Grumpus Wumpus" or "Snooty" for short.

Annabelle relaxed in between his legs. She rested her arms on his soft thighs and leaned her head back into his fluffy torso. She lifted his large arm and flopped it across her stomach. She did the same with his other arm, so it was like the bear was hugging her from behind.

Annabelle sighed and slid down onto the carpet. Snooty's arms landed on Annabelle's face, covering her head in its soft plush. Annabelle sighed again, but when she breathed in she smelled Naomi's lavender scent on Snooty. 

GODDESS...

Annabelle pressed the arm down against her nose. She inhaled deeply. Her head tingled. Her heart ached. 

Without thinking, Anabelle sat up and lay her head on the bear's leg. She took a deep whiff. It smelled so much like Goddess Naomi...her Goddess Naomi. 

Annabelle's hand slowly made its way towards her nether region. 

"Goddess," she moaned softly. 

A loud buzzing sound sent ice cold alertness to each individual cell within Annabelle's body. Annabelle had never been more awake, she felt as though she had woken up from a dream and had been shoved into a nightmare.

What the hell was that?

The buzzing pierced through the cage. Annabelle jumped out of her stupor and rushed over to the key panel. The red light over the number 1 key was blinking. 

"Shit," Annabelle cursed. Of all the people, and of all the times, Naomi had to be calling. Annabelle braced herself, praying that she didn't notice her strange behavior.

The Shrinkee pressed the button.

"Oh sorry Poppy, did I wake you up?" Naomi cooed. 

Annabelle's shoulders relaxed. She smiled relieved, "No, I wasn't sleeping, Goddess."

"Okay, good. Where's Harper? She's not responding to the group chat," Naomi said. 

Annabelle peeked behind Snooty. Harper was still staring at her computer, albeit with more focus than before.

Annabelle turned around and looked up at the camera. 

"Goddess Harper is in class," Annabelle answered.

She heard Naomi clicker her tongue, "Shit, I forgot she had class right now."

"Did you need something, Goddess?" Annabelle asked.

"It can wait, Poppy," Naomi hummed. She asked, "But you're all by yourself? Harper isn't paying any attention to you, huh?" Her words were sympathetic on the surface, but Annabelle could practically hear her ulterior motive.

"I'm okay Goddess, I know Goddess Harper needs to attend class right now," Annabelle said.

"Oh Poppy, you are so sweet," Naomi purred. She paused before adding, "Well I have a minute if you want to talk. I've missed you so much. I was just thinking how—"

Naomi was interrupted by a clicking sound from the cage's door. Suddenly, Annabelle found herself with Harper's gigantic fingers wrapped around her. 

"Say good-bye to Goddess Naomi, Poppy," Harper said tersely.

Annabelle almost got whiplash from how fast Harper pulled her out of the cage. The giantess placed Annabelle onto the desk. 

"I thought you were in class," Naomi said from the cage's speaker. Annabelle could hear the disappointment in her voice. 

"We have a fifteen minute break," Harper grumbled as she tried to end the call from the cage's panel. 

"Let me talk to Poppy. Come on, Harp!" 

"Um, like no. You can talk to her tonight like everyone else," she snapped. "Ugh, why won't this turn off?"

Annabelle pointed out to the giantess, "Um, Goddess? You can't end the call from that end."

Harper frowned and moved the cage away from her to get a better look at it. Her eyes narrowed.

"Naomi, why can't I hang up from here?" She asked. 

Naomi's voice answered back, "We didn't want Poppy to be able to hang up on us, remember?"

With Harper focused on the cage, Annabelle found the opportunity to roll her eyes. "What? I would never do that," she muttered underneath her breath.

Harper groaned. "Ugh! Poppy wouldn't do that," she huffed. Harper stopped fiddling with the cage and set it down back onto the desk. "Naomi, hang up," she whined.  

Naomi laughed, "Okay I will, but we've been trying to text you. We wanted to watch a movie when we video chat tonight."

Harper sighed, "What movie?"

"The Broken House's Sculptor."

Harper threw her head back and groaned. Annabelle flinched at the giantess' erratic and energetic movements. 

Harper huffed, "Literally why? I have to take this dumb class, and now you want me to watch one of those boring artsy movies where they whisper all the time?" 

"Please Harp, you can pick the next movie," Naomi bargained. 

Harper rolled her eyes, "Fine, whatever, but you need to hang up. And no more calling Poppy!"

Naomi laughed, "Yeah yeah, I'm hanging up now. Goodbye Poppy!" 

Harper leaned all the way back against her chair and groaned again. Annabelle watched the giantess rub her eyelids aggressively. Annabelle knew the giantesses never really considered her perspective when it came to their size differences unless it was through a sexual context, but Annabelle wished they would at least entertain the thought that it could be terrifying for Annabelle when they moved around so abruptly.

Annabelle glanced back at the cage. It would be extremely easy to walk back in and color a rainbow in her coloring book. 

FULFILL YOUR DUTY AS A PET.

Annabelle grimaced at Poppy's voice. She was more determined than ever to ignore the giantess' distress. She started to make her way back to the cage, when the desk suddenly shook.

Annabelle stumbled, nearly tripping onto her face. She spun around and saw the cause was from Harper banging her forehead onto the desk.

Annabelle waged a war within her self as she looked over at the gigantic slumped over co-ed. The giantess shook the table as she continuously sighed. 

The Shrinkee rolled her eyes. Harper was going to continue like this for the rest of the day if she didn't put a stop to it. 

Annabelle shook her head and exhaled. It was bullshit, having to comfort these monsters, but it would just make her life more difficult if she didn't. Whenever they got prissy, they suddenly were in a more "teasing" mood. Annabelle didn't want to end up in Harper's ice cream bowl later on. 

Annabelle tentatively walked up to Harper. 

"Goddess?" Annabelle called, "Are you okay? You seem a little...stressed."

Harper lifted her head up slightly, just enough for her blue eyes to peek at Annabelle. She plopped her head back on the desk and groaned.

"It's so hard, Poppy," she griped. 

Annabelle cautiously got closer.

"Um, what is?"

Harper shot upright, startling Annabelle. She gestured to the laptop. 

"This, like literally this. I honestly don't care. They'll say like maybe two useful things a day, but the rest is like soooo boring!" She cried. 

Annabelle glanced at the laptop. She was relieved when she saw the microphone and camera was off. She didn't think a slighted professor would help Harper's situation.

The blonde crossed her arms, "I'm only going to Queenston because my parents are holding my inheritance hostage. How frickin messed up is that?" 

"Very," Annabelle agreed, nodding her head. Internally, Annabelle couldn't believe Harper's entitlement. 

"I mean, if they just let me do what I want, I could be accepting sponsorships that let me travel anywhere in the world! But noooo, I can't go to Aruba and promote teeth whitener because I have stupid dumb class!" Harper snapped. 

Annabelle's heart jumped from Harper's anger. No matter how ridiculous her reasons were for her fury, the giantess' intense feelings still scared her.

"But Goddess," Annabelle squeaked, "Aren't you a senior? You only have the one semester after this one."

Harper huffed and rolled her eyes. Annabelle forced herself to stay still when one of Harper's gigantic fingers headed straight for her. Her manicured fingertip pressed against her head, forcing her onto her butt. 

"I'm so sick of people telling me that," Harper carped, "It's still like super long." Harper closed her eyes and buried her head in her hands.

Annabelle pulled herself back up onto her feet. She was sick of the giantesses not understanding their own strength. It took all she had from cursing out the gigantic spoiled brat. She'd worked her ass off to get a full ride to Queenston, and Harper was complaining about a few more months of easy credit senior classes? 

Still, Annabelle needed to calm down her captor. There was no point in getting angry over the injustice of her situation. She shifted her mindset. The Shrinkee tried her damndest to empathize with the rich co-ed. 

Annabelle remembered something that helped her during high school when she used to count down the days before she could escape for college.

"Goddess?" Annabelle called up to the giantess. 

Harper uncovered her eyes. She peered down at Annabelle and sighed, "Yes Poppy?"

Annabelle became nervous under the giantess' gaze. She fiddled with her fingers. "Um, you know I was...well you know how high school was difficult for me, right?"

Harper's eyes widened and her gaze became more focused. She placed both of her massive hands on either side of Annabelle, sending the Shrinkee's blood pressure to the moon. 

"Omg Poppy, are you ready to tell me who did all that stuff to you? Because I swear I will totally make them—"

Annabelle shook her head frantically, "No Goddess, I'm just saying there was something I did to help me get through the days until I left for college."

Harper sat back up with a disappointed frown. She rubbed her temples as she peered down at Annabelle, "What is it that you did, Poppy?" She exhaled.

Annabelle ignored her captor's obvious frustration and answered, "I made sure that I did one thing that made me happy each day. And when I was finished with that, I would think of something I could do that would make me happy for the next day, that way I had something to look forward to. Before I knew it, one day I realized the thing that was going to make me happy was leaving for Queenston the next day."

That was an extreme simplification of the situation—of which Annabelle had omitted that a lot of the time the thing making her happy was sliding the sharp end of a paper clip across her inner thigh—but the advice was better as an abstract concept.

Annabelle watched Harper digest the information. Her eyes raised to the ceiling and she began to rock in her chair. Slowly, she stopped. The blonde's lips curled into a smile. 

"Wait Poppy, like, that's actually super helpful," Harper gasped.

Annabelle moved past the incredulous tone of the giantess, and accepted the fact that she was successful. 

"I'm glad you found it—"

"Like I can literally just pick something to make me happy every day, instead of just being mad that I have class," Harper realized. 

Annabelle nodded slowly, "Yup, I hope it helps." Harper seemed to be in deep thought—or as deep as her thoughts could get—when Annabelle turned away and headed back to the cage. She hoped that would settle the co-ed down for a while. 

Apparently, she thought wrong.

A gigantic wall of flesh slammed down in front of her. Annabelle jumped back from what she realized was Harper's massive hand. 

Her heart still pounding in her ears, Annabelle hesitantly turned around. Her heart dropped when she saw Harper's expression. Annabelle could see the arousal plainly on her face. Annabelle desperately ran their conversation through her head, attempting to figure out what could have possibly turned her on. 

"Poppy..." Harper sang, "I picked how I'm going to be happy today."

Annabelle slowly backed up, but she'd forgotten that Harper's hand was blocking her. The giantess' hand began pushing the Shrinkee towards her.

"G-Goddess," Annabelle sputtered, "Don't you have class?"

"Oh don't worry, Poppy," Harper purred, "I can keep my camera and microphone off for a few more minutes. I'll be fine as long as I listen in. Plus, the camera's not gonna be able to see you anyway." 

Annabelle tried to continue to protest, but Harper's gliding palm became a tight fist that wrapped around Annabelle.

Harper lifted her until she was right below her face.

"This is great, Poppy, because you can help me be happy," Harper said, her smile taking up almost all of her face. 

"W-Wait, Goddess—" Annabelle squirmed in Harper's fist, but the giantess still lowered Annabelle down to her pink panties.

Harper's gigantic fingers pulled the waistline of her panties. 

"P-Please Godd—"

Annabelle's cries went unanswered as Harper dropped Annabelle into her panties. The Shrinkee was sent into darkness. The second she made contact with the fabric, she realized it was soaked. Harper's sex was all Annabelle could smell. It's distinctive vanilla-laced scent filled Annabelle's nostrils. 

Annabelle barely had time to think before she found herself being pressed against Harper's lower lips. Harper's fingers slid her up and down her pussy from the outside of the giantess' panties. Annabelle groaned as she felt the giantess' slime coat her body. 

She heard Harper begin to moan from above. 

"Oh Poppy!" Harper gasped.

Annabelle forced herself to push past the fear. Though it was difficult. No matter how many times the giantesses shoved her down to their intimate parts, it was always terrifying. 

Annabelle re centered her mind. She knew what to do, she'd done it probably nearly a hundred times between the giantesses. As Harper dragged her up and down her lips, Annabelle reached her arms up and searched for the nub that she'd been forced to make acquittances with. 

Her hands were so drenched in cum that she could hardly feel anything protruding. It wasn't until she felt Harper tense, did she know that she had made contact with her pink button. Annabelle searched again until she found it. When she did, the Shrinkee massaged the thing as best as she could. It was difficult with her hands coated in Harper's liquids, and it became even more difficult when the blonde's hips began to buck. 

"Poppyyyy, Popppppyyy..." Harper squealed. "I...I'm..."

Annabelle didn't need to hear the next words out of the giantess' mouth. The Shrinkee felt Harper's pussy pulsate. She released a torrent of cum onto Annabelle's tiny body. 

The Shrinkee kept her mouth and eyes closed, refusing to enter another trance. 

Annabelle shook along with Harper's voice as she spoke, "Poppy, that was—What the hell!"

The Shrinkee heard the bedroom door swing open. 

Commissioner Abbot's stern voice reached Annabelle's ears, "Really Harper?"

"I-I was just taking a break," Harper stammered.

"Break over," Commissioner Abbot ordered, "Hand her over."

Annabelle grunted as Harper instinctively squeezed her thighs together.

"Mooom," Harper whined. 

"Now, Harper Cordelia Abbot," Commissioner demanded. 

Harper grumbled incomprehensibly, but once again, Annabelle found herself being wrapped in the blonde's fingers. Annabelle was brought into the light. She didn't have a second to compose herself before she was placed in a new set of hands. Commissioner Abbot's voice boomed above her.

"You can have her back after you're finished with class," the commissioner chided.

The part of Annabelle's brain that wasn't preoccupied with attempting to remember how to breathe, was more than a little humiliated at being treated like a distracting toy.

Annabelle heard Harper's disgruntled soft protests, but the commissioner closed the bedroom door before Harper could whine any longer.

Annabelle wiped the thick liquid from her face. She opened her eyes, and saw that she was indeed in Commissioner Abbot's hand. It was a strange place to be. When she looked up, she saw her eyes were staring down at her, intrigued. The commissioner began walking away from the bedroom. Annabelle didn't have the strength to be guarded. She collapsed onto her back as she lay in the commissioner's palm.

The commissioner chuckled as she glanced down at the Shrinkee, "She really did a number on you, hmm?" 

Annabelle could only pant as she looked up at the beautiful woman.

"I had assumed she was using you like that. I mean, I knew from our men's reports—the one's posted outside of her bedroom—that she was using you nightly. Still, during class?" She tsked and shook her head.

She continued, apparently not needing Annabelle to have an active voice in the conversation. "My baby has always been like this. When she was younger, every time I would go into her room, her pillows and stuffed animals were always wet. You should've seen the state they were in afterwards too." 

Annabelle cringed. She would've been fine her whole life not knowing that about her captor. 

She continued to laugh, "It's a good thing you're a Type 0. I don't think any thing else could withstand her...enthusiasm."   

Annabelle closed her eyes. She was beyond over everything. She just wanted to rest. 

--

Annabelle was drowning. At least she thought she was. Water poured over her from above. Annabelle screamed and immediately took in what felt like a gallon of water down her throat. The Shrinkee quickly sat up and threw up the water in her lungs.

She turned to her side and began coughing. She realized she was still in the commissioner's hand. 

"There she is," Commissioner Abbot chuckled. With her free hand, the commissioner turned off the faucet—which was the source of Annabelle's waterboarding.

Annabelle's wet clothes clung to her skin. She continued to cough out what was left of the water inside her lungs.

"That'll have to do. You're not exactly sanitized, but you're clean enough," the commissioner said.

Annabelle pulled her knees to her chest and cradled herself. She glanced around at her surroundings and saw that she was in a bathroom. 

Commissioner Abbot grinned down at her, "You are just a cute little thing, aren't you? Even though you're drenched, you still look..."

The giant woman trailed off as her finger approached Annabelle. The Shrinkee grimaced. She knew what was coming. The commissioner pressed her gigantic finger against Annabelle's breasts.

Like mother like daughter. 

Annabelle tried to push her away her finger. She'd agreed to be the perfect pet for the giantesses, she didn't agree to be molested by their parents. 

Commissioner Abbot laughed and pulled back her finger. Annabelle flinched as the giant woman reached over her. She retrieved a tissue paper from the tissue box on the sink. 

"Here, dry yourself, Poppy," she ordered with a smile. She allowed the tissue to cover Annabelle completely.

It was entirely too big, but Annabelle folded it to be more manageable. Just as the Shrinkee was able to see from under the tissue, she felt the commissioner begin to move. Annabelle groaned and tried to steady herself. 

Annabelle dried her body as much as she could with the tissue. Her clothes were still uncomfortably damp and heavy, but most of her skin was dry.

Commissioner Abbot walked through a few beautifully decorated rooms, before she came to an intimidating metal door. The commissioner knocked twice before opening the door. She didn't wait for a response, but then again, Annabelle thought the room seemed sound proof. 

The room was a direct contrast to the misleading metal door. It was unexpectedly normal looking. It was an average office space. There were no windows, but there were bookshelves, plants, and a leather couch.

General Abbot sat behind a desk, his eyes glued onto a computer. Papers and envelopes were stacked all over his large desk.

Annabelle could see the bags under his eyes from the commissioner's hand. He looked notably more stressed than he had during breakfast.

Annabelle squeaked when the commissioner abruptly slid her in her pant's pocket. Her heart pounded at being suddenly thrust into muffled darkness.

"How's it going, Pookie?" She heard the commissioner greet. Annabelle cringed at the pet name. 

Annabelle heard the General's gruff voice respond, "It's going."

"Aw, it sounds like my Pookie could use a break," the commissioner purred. Annabelle's face contorted in disgust. 

"Babe, now's not a good—"

Annabelle felt the commissioner move. She heard some rustling, then the dreadful sound of lips smacking. Annabelle's stomach dropped. The commissioner wasn't going to actually try something with her in her pocket? 

Annabelle heard soft, muffled moans. She was going to have trouble keeping her breakfast down. What the hell was wrong with this family?

"That's a hell of an argument," Annabelle heard the general chuckle, "But like I said, babe, I've got so much to do. I can't take a break."

Annabelle could feel the commissioner shift again. This time, light shinned above as the giant woman's huge hand plucked her from her pocket. Before she could brace herself, Annabelle was high in the air, dangled by her leg by the commissioner's fingers.

Annabelle screeched. She was dangled in front of giants' two massive faces. The commissioner wore a mischievous grin, while the general's eyebrows were raised in delighted surprise. 

"What about now?" The commissioner whispered into General Abbot's ear. Annabelle almost lost her breakfast as she watched Harper's mother lick the general's ear. 

"Stop it! Stop it! Please!" Annabelle begged at the top of her lungs.

The giants ignored her. General Abbot turned to his wife, "Babe, how did you swing this? I know Harper didn't willingly give her up." 

Commissioner Abbot's smile grew, "She's confiscated goods," she explained, "I caught Harper using her during class, and I thought—I know someone else who could use her."

Annabelle screamed louder. The blood was beginning to rush to her head. 

"So what do you say now, Pookie?" Commissioner Abbot asked.

General Abbot laughed, "How can I say no to this?" Annabelle's screams were invigorated as the general poked her in the stomach with his gigantic finger. The Shrinkee swung in between her fingers.

"I was hoping you'd say that," the commissioner giggled. Annabelle felt herself be lowered. Still screaming, she was placed onto the general's desk. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged the desk's surface. 

Above her, the commissioner and the general laughed. Their giant forms towered over her. The commissioner sauntered behind her husband's leather desk chair and wrapped her toned arms around his neck. Slowly, she started to undo his shirt's buttons. 

Annabelle's eyes widened. She scrambled up to a sitting position and scooted away from them.  

"N-No, w-wait!" She begged. 

The giants' eyes lit up when they heard her pleas. 

"What's wrong, Poppy? Are you feeling a little shy?" The commissioner giggled. 

Annabelle desperately tried to think of an excuse, "Y-You can't do this."

General Abbot crossed his arms and chuckled, "And why not, Poppy?"

Annabelle swallowed although her mouth was dry. "Be-Because it's wrong!" She knew it was a shitty excuse the second the words left her lips.

The giants laughed heartily, causing Annabelle to flinch from the booming sound.

"Wrong?" The commissioner repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm younger than your daughter! H-How would you like it if someone used her this way?" Annabelle prompted with desperation. 

The giants exchanged amused glances that made the Shrinkee's heart sink.

Commissioner Abbot smiled down at Annabelle, "Our daughter is a human, Poppy. She's a person. No one would use her in this way, because she can't be used this way. Now you on the other hand..."

Annabelle pushed past the sadness and fury her statement incited. 

"I-I tell! I'll tell Goddess Harper everything," Annabelle squeaked, hating how scared she sounded. 

"Oh ho ho," the general chuckled, "a threat, huh?"

The commissioner rested her chin on her husband's shoulder. "You can tell your Goddess what you want, but we may also have to reveal our own secrets—a279;or should I say your secrets," the commissioner hummed. 

Annabelle's blood turned cold. 

"What do you mean?" She warbled.

The general answered, "From what our baby girl has told us, it seems as though you haven't been too honest about your past."

Annabelle froze. Her heart pounded in her ears. 

The commissioner added, "We would hate to accidently let something slip that would cause your Goddess to go out and commit some kind of drastic act. Something that might get someone hurt...someone like your father."

Annabelle looked up at the giants with wide eyes. Her throat was so tight, she was barely able to get out any words, "M-My father?"

The commissioner nodded, "From what Harper has mentioned, you've told the girls that what your father did was along the lines of an accident. But what do you think would happen if I gave her the proof that he intentionally abandoned you—not to mention a recount of your mother's actions." 

Annabelle was silent, she couldn't form the words even if she wanted to. They had to be lying. There was no proof to show, because it didn't exist. Her father loved her. He always had.

Even if he did make some questionable decisions. 

General Abbot added, "As a father, I could never imagine pulling half the shit he did." The general shrugged with an exhale, "But he's a Shrinkee so what can you really expect?"

Annabelle clenched her fists. She glared at her feet, "He was in mourning."

The commissioner tilted her head, "Wow, you're still defending him."

The general chuckled, "That works for us. I guess we know what your decision is, but I'll ask anyway for the sake of fairness. We could run back to your Goddess and all have a little chat about things we've been hiding, or...you could strip for us."

Annabelle trembled. The thought of her father's mangled shrunken body in Harper's hands made her sick. Annabelle's lip quivered, but she bit down on it. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Annabelle started to take off her shirt when the commissioner stopped her.

"Ah ah ah," she tsked, "Slowly."

Blood rushed to Annabelle's face. She swallowed and slowly peeled her shirt from her torso. Her eyes were glued onto the desk's surface, but she could hear the giants shifting with excitement. 

When she raised her shirt enough to reveal her chest, she heard a sharp intake of breath from the giants.

"I'm getting the net-worth now," the general noted, "Just each of those tits are worth at least a billion."

Annabelle heard the commissioner's wet lips kiss her husband. "More like a trillion," she moaned. 

Annabelle removed her shirt from her body and tossed it onto the desk. She had to stop herself from covering up.

"Turn around, Poppy," General Abbot ordered. 

Annabelle, shaking, followed his order. 

"Get rid of the skirt," the commissioner said. 

Annabelle bit down on her tongue. She focused on one specific spot on the desk. She didn't look away as she slowly pulled her skirt down her thighs. 

"Wait, stay right there," General Abbot commanded. 

Annabelle stopped moving. She was in a provocative position, bent over with her bottom on display. She was essentially mooning them. 

Annabelle heard more shifting from both of the giants. The Shrinkee heard zippers being undone, and the sound of clothes dropping onto the floor. She knew they were stripping. 

"Okay," General Abbot moaned, "Take it off."

Annabelle continued to pull her skirt fully from her body. Her body seared with shame. She was completely naked. 

"Look at us, Poppy," the commissioner ordered. 

Annabelle swallowed and listened to her command. She wasn't surprised at what she saw, but it didn't stop her from being horrified. 

The two giants were partly naked. The general's pants and underwear were gone, while his shirt remained halfway unbuttoned. The commissioner's pants had also been removed, but her white panties still were displayed on her tight butt. 

Annabelle couldn't help but notice how fit both of Harper's parents were. The commissioner's thighs were firmer than Annabelle expected. The general had a stocky physique, and his muscles were formidable. 

Annabelle whimpered as the commissioner stood upright and made her way towards her. She loomed over the Shrinkee, casting a shadow. Her lips turned into a lustful grin, reminding Annabelle of a bestial predator. 

The commissioner explained, "Here are the ground rules, pet: One, keep the screaming to a minimum. Two, do what we say, when we say it. Three, relax, maybe you'll have fun."

Annabelle trembled. She highly doubted that.

"Ready, cutie-pie?" She asked, wiggling her gigantic finger against her belly.

Annabelle could only whimper. The commissioner must've taken that as an agreement, because she snatched Annabelle with her hand. Annabelle yelped as the commissioner turned around and began straddling her husband.

Commissioner Abbot wrapped her arms around the general's neck. She held Annabelle in between her fingers. 

The giant woman moved her mouth to her husband's and began softly pressing her lips against his. Annabelle was surprised by the tenderness between the spouses. She felt like she was intruding on something. The Shrinkee couldn't help but watch the giants gently peck each others' mouths.

The lip smacking started to get louder as the giants started to open their massive maws. Annabelle started seeing flashes of pink as they began to tongue each other. The room started to fill with their moans and lip smacking. 

Not that she was complaining, but Annabelle began to wonder if they had forgotten about her. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Annabelle felt the commissioner's fingers come alive. She started to caress her chest with one of her fingers. Annabelle grimaced as the giant woman massaged her breasts. 

Still, groping Annabelle, the commissioner pulled her mouth away from her husband's. He gave a grunt of disapproval until the commissioner started to slowly move side to side.

Annabelle was confused for a moment, before she remembered that unlike the commissioner, the general wasn't wearing any underwear. The couple were making intense eye contact as Commissioner Abbot grinded on the general's dick.

Annabelle's stomach twisted when the commissioner's fingers went towards her butt. The commissioner released a moan as she began prodding Annabelle's behind. It took all Annabelle had not to kick her finger away. 

Commissioner Abbot's movements became jerkier as she went from grinding to bouncing. The general moaned from deep within his gut.

"Babe," he groaned, "Don't stop."

The commissioner stopped groping Annabelle, as she started to focus on moving her hips and hopping on the general's crotch. She increased her pace, causing the general to moan loudly. 

Abruptly, she stopped. Annabelle watched the general's neck stiffen. She didn't have to see his expression to know that he had a serious case of blue balls. 

"Babe are you seriou—"

Th commissioner kissed him—deeply. They melted into each other. The general's hands explored every inch of her body. Annabelle cringed at the reinvigorated smacking sounds. 

The commissioner broke the kiss. A string stand of saliva connected their lips. 

"Patience, Pookie," she smirked.

She suddenly stood up, taking Annabelle even higher. The Shrinkee was getting dizzy from the change in height. The commissioner wrapped her fingers around Annabelle. With her free hand, she rubbed the general's pec. Her gentle caress became a closed fist, as she dragged him out of the chair. 

The general's eyes were shinning with lust. He grinned at her hungrily, as she led him to the leather couch. She sat him down. The commissioner used her foot to spread his thighs further apart. Annabelle couldn't help herself from noticing General Abbot's enormous cock. Even from high above, Annabelle could tell it was much bigger than Bennet's.

The monstrous pink thing dripped pre-cum onto the floor. Annabelle was so transfixed by the grotesque dick, she almost didn't notice the air becoming warmer around her. The Shrinkee turned around and nearly fainted from the shock when she saw the commissioner's open mouth headed straight for her. 

Annabelle shrieked and searched for an escape, but found none. The giant mouth hovered over her, before its massive tongue abducted her by roughly licking up her body and sucking the Shrinkee into its maw.

Annabelle rolled around on the tongue, getting a face full of slobber. Annabelle turned herself around to jump out of the mouth's gaping opening, when she saw a sight that chilled her to her core. 

Apparently, the commissioner had kneeled down, and Annabelle had not noticed. In front of her, like a veiny alien, the general's pulsating cock stood at the ready.

"N-No! No!" Annabelle screamed. 

Her screaming was drowned out by the commissioner's moans of anticipation. Annabelle's whole world shook with each moan Commissioner Abbot released. 

The commissioner wasted no time taking her husband's dick into her maw. Annabelle flipped around to evade the incoming ginormous cock, but there was nowhere to run. 

Light faded. The commissioner closed her lips around the general's cock. 

Annabelle could only hear the swishing of saliva and the the general's pulse. Annabelle couldn't begin to see where she was in the mouth. She felt herself be thrusted forward. The commissioner's tongue began to move. 

She slammed into a hard fleshy surface she could only assume was the general's dick. Annabelle went between wanting to keep her mouth closed, to screaming out of instinct. The world shook, the commissioner began bobbing her head back and forth. Annabelle was continually slammed into the hard gigantic pole that was the general's penis. 

Annabelle was tossed around faster and faster until she heard the general give out a guttural moan. 

"FFFUUCCK!" Annabelle heard him shout from outside the mouth that had become her world. 

Annabelle was suddenly hit with a blast of thick liquid. She yelped and the disgusting stuff got in her mouth. It was the sickening salt in the liquid that let Annabelle know it was the general's spunk.

Before she had time to allow the horror to sink in, another spurt of General Abbot's cum sprayed into the mouth. Annabelle choked at the volume, she nearly drowned in it. The limp dick retreated from the mouth, but Annabelle was still overwhelmed by the amount of cum.

Wondering if she truly was in hell, Annabelle felt the commissioner tilt her head back. Annabelle screamed, realizing she planned on swallowing. Annabelle was certain she was going to be sent down the commissioner's throat along with the general's cum.

However, light appeared once more. The commissioner opened her mouth. Instead of a cock, a massive finger poked through the maw. Annabelle scrambled to reach for it. She grabbed onto it, but she ended up slipping. Annabelle screamed, but one finger turned into two. The fingers pinched Annabelle's sides and lifted her from the disgusting cave.

Slime coated every inch of Annabelle, obscuring her vision. She could only make out shadows, but she could hear the general's exhausted panting. She felt the commissioner move away from him. She shifted around some more and Annabelle heard a ruckus as what sounded like multiple things fell onto the floor.

General Abbot's weak voice protested, "Babe!"

The commissioner replied, her voice full of excitement, "They're just things, Pookie. You can pick them up later, but now—" Annabelle's stomach lurched as the commissioner suddenly jumped onto something—most likely the desk. She finished, "Keep your eyes on me."

The fingers that pinched Annabelle turned in a palm that cradled her. Annabelle was far too drained to fight against any further violations of her dignity or humanity. She lay limp, as the commissioner spread her legs wide and leaned back. Annabelle was dragged across Commissioner's Abbot's pussy. The slime from General Abbot's spunk made her extra slippery, but the commissioner was able to hold her steady. 

Annabelle begged the universe to let her exhaustion take her, but sadly she remained conscious. Up and down. Left to right. Circular. 

The commissioner dragged her over every inch of her lower lips. Gradually, Annabelle became even more slick as the commissioner started to get wet.

The giant woman moaned, shaking Annabelle and moving the Shrinkee in whichever way the commissioner wanted her. Annabelle started to feel the woman's pussy twitch when it began to flood over her. Annabelle's nose and ears were filled with her juices. It wasn't as salty as the general's but it was still disgusting. Annabelle couldn't help but compare it to their daughter's liquids. 

Annabelle had no idea how their two putrid liquids could result in Harper's heavenly slime. 

The Shrinkee heard the general join in with the commissioner's moans. 

"Fuck," he hissed. Although Annabelle couldn't see, she suspected the giant was somehow becoming aroused again, which was impressive in its own right. She could see where Harper got her libido from. 

The commissioner's moans were becoming increasingly loud. Just as Annabelle thought she was going to push her inside her flooding cave, the general stood up. Annabelle could hear his heavy, giant feet walk over to her. 

Terrified that he was going to stick his penis in the commissioner's hole, Annabelle braced herself. She felt the commissioner also stiffen, most likely preparing to be penetrated. Yet, instead of being assaulted with a dick again, the general's hands plucked Annabelle away from the commissioner's possession. 

"Babe!" She gasped.

The general chuckled, "Now it's your turn to be patient."  He tightened his fist around Annabelle's body, securing her.

"Lie down on your stomach," he ordered his wife.

After some quiet moans of protest, Annabelle heard shuffling and shifting on the desk. 

"That's it," General Abbot praised. 

The commissioner whined, "Babe, I need—"

"It's coming," The general laughed, "Trust me, this will be worth it."

Suddenly, Annabelle's stomach turned as she was dropped midair. She landed on something spongy, but firm, like a mattress. She wiped her eyes and began trembling when she saw were she was.

The commissioner's perky ass filled her vision. Annabelle felt the last wall of her mental fortitude begin to crack. She was on the gigantic ass cheek of her classmate's mother. 

What the fuck had her life turned into?

General Abbot's massive face hovered above her. He smiled down at her like a child in a toy store.

"Worship her," he ordered simply.

Annabelle looked up at him in horror. The Shrinkee shook as the commissioner spoke. 

"Ooo, this is going to be fun," she giggled like a school girl.

Annabelle looked at the expansive ass, and then back up at the general.

"P-Please," she whimpered. 

"Poppy," the commissioner purred, "Remember what I said earlier."

General Abbot added, "In this very moment, forget everything else—we are your Gods." 

Annabelle's lip quivered. Tears filled her eyes. She sniffed. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out.  She just had to take it one step at a time. It wasn't purgatory, it would eventually end.

Annabelle nodded, causing General Abbot's smile to widen.

The Shrinkee looked across the two hills that were the commissioner's ass. She noted that at least she was clean and well groomed. Annabelle attempted to rise to at least her knees, but when she tried, she found herself slipping and face-planting onto the commissioner's flesh. The area around her slightly jiggled, but Annabelle could feel the commissioner's muscles tense up underneath her.

Commissioner Abbot moaned, "Ooh, move around, Poppy."

Annabelle grimaced, but obeyed. She tried to crawl forward, but the tiniest bit of movement resulted in her slipping and falling. 

The general chuckled above her. "Why don't you try a different method of worship, Poppy?" His gruff voice suggested. 

Annabelle looked up at him confused. From underneath her, the commissioner blurted, "I want to feel those lips, Poppy." 

Annabelle blanched. She couldn't be serious.

The general nodded at the Shrinkee with an expanding grin. "You heard your Goddess, Poppy," The general smirked. 

Annabelle's gut felt like led. She wondered where the hell Poppy was in all of this? She was being pretty fucking quiet for two people acting like her Gods. Annabelle figured that their behavior was akin to blasphemy to Poppy. Or maybe Poppy would be okay with them as her Gods. Maybe Poppy was a slut for worship and it didn't matter who she was kneeling to.

Annabelle puckered her lips, bitterness filling her insides. She pressed her lips against the commissioner's ass. It was the equivalent of kissing a marshmallow. Annabelle wondered if she would even be able to feel anything. Suddenly she was thrown back onto her stomach. The commissioner's ass rumbled as she moaned loudly.

"Oooh, Poppppy," she squealed. 

Annabelle, already face-to-ass, kissed her again. 

The commissioner reacted similarly once again. The Shrinkee hoped a few more kisses would put her over the edge and she'd be done with it.

Annabelle tried to kiss her once more, put she was plucked up by the general's fingers again. Too tired to scream or fight back, she went limp.

That is, until the Shrinkee saw where he was attempting to put her. Annabelle's fear energized her. She futilely fought against him, but she found herself being lowered right into the crack of the commissioner's ass. 

With his giant fingers, the general separated the commissioner's ass checks. Annabelle shrieked. The slime she was coated in caused her to slip down the ass' slope. 

A pungent smell overcame Annabelle. She tried to grip onto to anything, but the giant woman must've been recently waxed, because there was not a hair in sight. 

Annabelle landed on her knees, directly in front of the commissioner's pink wrinkled hole. 

Underneath her, the commissioner moaned loudly. "OOOH my goooodd Travis! This is amazing," she squealed. 

The general grinned from above, still holding her cheeks open. His bright eyes met Annabelle's. He ordered with glee, "Worship your Goddess, Poppy."

Annabelle's stomach dropped. She glanced at the twitching ring and returned her gaze to the giant above her.

"B-But—"

"Pucker up, or I let her cheeks go," he threatened with a smile.

Annabelle trembled, looking up the walls of flesh that surrounded her. She whimpered and turned around. The hole continued to twitch, as if it were waiting for her.

Annabelle, with tears in her eyes, bent down and pressed her lips against the wrinkly hole. The commissioner reacted instinctually. She jerked, moaning like she was seconds away from cumming. The sudden movement sent Annabelle forward. She landed dead center in the anus.  

Sweat coated her face. She groaned with complete disgust. All of her moving was causing Commissioner Abbot to go crazy. She wiggled her butt and stared humping the desk. Annabelle was jolted away from the anus and slammed against the walls of sweaty ass flesh. 

"Ah ah ah, babe, wait a sec," the general said with mirth in his voice. 

Annabelle squealed when the general grabbed her again. Her squeals turned into shrieks when he began dragging her to the hole once more. With his beefy finger, the giant pushed her head through the wrinkled hole. 

Annabelle unsuccessfully attempted to use her hands to stop herself from going further, but the giant's immense strength easily overpowered her.

The Shrinkee was introduced to new level of humidity she'd never experienced. Her body was squeezed into itself as Commissioner Abbot's bottom began to suck her in. Annabelle screamed, begging for the madness to stop, but only the inner workings of the commissioner's body answered her. 

A smell that Annabelle thought that she could have only experienced in her nightmares of took hold of all of her senses. Even if it hadn't been completely dark, Annabelle wouldn't have been able to see from the stinging tears in her eyes. 

Annabelle's entire body was sucked into the commissioner's tunnel from hell. Annabelle squirmed, trying to find a way out, when her world shifted. She could feel the giant woman start to move. Panic took hold of Annabelle. She sobbed, the panic turned her brain illogical and she thought the commissioner had somehow forgotten about her.

The Shrinkee was quickly proven wrong. Something else joined her in the commissioner's hole. She was faced away from the entrance so she didn't know what it was until she heard both the commissioner and the general moan from outside.

Annabelle jolted as everything around her began to quake. She was moving back and forth like she was riding on a mechanical bull. A distant slapping sound from outside filled Annabelle's ears. 

She heard the general grunt, and dread engulfed the Shrinkee. It was the giant man's cock that was right behind her, thrusting into his wife's ass. 

Annabelle tried to crawl forward once she realized what it was, but she was too slippery. The commissioner moaned again, and Annabelle realized she was only stimulating her. 

The rhythmic thrusting became more powerful and the giants moans grew louder. Annabelle felt the commissioner tense all around her.

"Fuck Travis, I'm cumming!" She squealed.

At the same time, the general grunted so loudly that he rattled Annabelle. In an instant Annabelle was underwater—or at least she felt like she was. 

General Abbot erupted, filling blast after blast of his spunk into his wife. Annabelle floundered around, attempting to find air. She couldn't see anything, and the cum overwhelmed her. It filled her nose and throat. She began to struggle to breathe. She waved her arms around sporadically, trying to find a way out. 

Annabelle was helplessly trapped in the thick liquid. She ran out of air. The Shrinkee choked on the spunk as she failed to find air. A deeper darkness took her as the last of her energy ran out. Humiliated, exhausted, and sad, Annabelle welcomed the darkness. 

When her eyes fluttered back open, she could see light. Her entire body was still covered with the giants' juices. She wanted to get it from her face, but she was so exhausted that she couldn't even lift her arm. From the shadows around her, she realized she was on the desk. The giants were cuddled together on the armchair in front of her.

"Someone's waking up," Annabelle heard the general chuckle. 

The commissioner's giggles pierced through Annabelle's mental fog. "I can barely see her underneath all of that," she laughed. 

Annabelle could hardly blink, let alone mentally comprehend the extent of how she had been used.

The commissioner continued, "Poppy, that was amazing. You did so well!"

"Good stuff, Poppy," the general praised. 

Annabelle closed her eyes. She wanted the darkness to reclaim her. 

Commissioner Abbot added, "Just remember, Poppy, not a word of this to our baby. This stays between us."

"It won't end with your father either, we'll talk about everything. Everything," the general warned. 

"Do you understand, Poppy?" Commissioner Abbot asked.

Annabelle used the little of her strength to nod weakly. 

"Good girl!" Commissioner Abbot commended.

General Abbot added with a laugh, "You better do your damndest to imprint on our daughter, Poppy. At this point you're already a part of the Abbot family."

The commissioner gave a delighted hum, "I like the sound of that. When Harper registers her, she can change her name to Poppy Abbot." 

Annabelle was too tired to internally protest or cry. Instead she just focused on surviving the next second, and the second after that.

--

"What's wrong with Poppy?"

Annabelle's eyes fluttered open at Molly's voice.

The Shrinkee was curled up in a nightgown on Harper's bosom. The giantesses were having a pajama movie night party over video chat. The three giantesses' faces were split on one half of Harper's laptop screen, while the other side of the screen displayed the not-yet-started movie.

"Well she was, like, sleeping," Harper tsked at Molly.

"Why is she tired? It's not that late," Naomi inquired, frowning.

"Did you feed her?" Leah asked.

Harper groaned, sending vibrations through Annabelle. "Yes, I fed her! She's just tired. Are we going to watch this boring movie or not?" She snapped.

Annabelle heard Harper's heartbeat pound away underneath her. She needed to do damage control. The Shrinkee lifted her head up from Harper's chest. She looked into the laptop camera with puppy dog eyes. 

She rubbed an eye and squeaked, "I'm sorry Goddesses, I didn't sleep well. I keep having nightmares about what happened."

Just as Annabelle anticipated, the giantess erupted with concern. It was difficult to make out what they were saying because they all spoke at the same time, but from their concerned expressions, Annabelle was certain she'd thrown them off the adult Abbot's trail. 

Harper stroked her back. Still playing the perfect pet role, Annabelle allowed herself to melt into her caressing.  

Harper looked down at her with a pouty lip, "Poppy, you know that my dad is working hard to make sure that never happens again. I promise that you're like totally safe."

Annabelle refrained from rolling her eyes. If only if she knew how hard her father was really working. The Shrinkee nodded up at her captor.

"O-Okay," she said in her most pathetic sounding voice.

Leah's resolute voice claimed, "Poppy, I can assure you that no one is taking you away from us again."

Annabelle nodded weakly. 

"Ugh, I miss you so much," Molly cooed, "I wish I could give you a big kiss."

Annabelle could not have been more thankful for their distance in that moment. 

Naomi crossed her arms and snarled, "Damnit, I'm still fucking pissed. Did that bastard really think he could just sell Poppy and we wouldn't do anything about it? If I ever get a chance to be in the same room as him I'll—"

"Attack him like you attacked your sister?" Leah snarked. 

Annabelle shook as Harper and Molly laughed. Naomi, flustered, protested, "I-I already apologized!" 

Annabelle cringed. The Shrinkee hadn't been able to get a good look at her since the giantesses were on top of her the second General Abbot had brought her back to them, but from what she'd been able to see, Nell had a nasty black eye when Annabelle had returned. 

Molly rested her chin in both of her palms. She giggled, "So how is Penny?"

Naomi rolled her eyes, "She's fine! She's being over dramatic like usual. You can hardly tell I pushed her."

Harper laughed loudly, "Pushed her?"

Molly joined in, howling along, "Yeah, she pushed her in the face with her fist, don't you remember?"

"Sh-Shut up," Naomi hissed, "You guys thought Penelope took Poppy too." 

Leah scoffed, "No we were suspicious of Penny, we didn't immediately tackle her like you did." 

Naomi smirked, "I guess I'm just more proactive than you guys." 

The giantesses all laughed at that. Annabelle did her best not to react. She felt for Nell. She hoped she truly was okay.

"Can we actually watch the movie now?" Molly asked through giggles. 

"Do we have to?" Harper grumbled. 

Leah pursed her lips, "You should expand your interests. A well rounded person is—"

"—a well defended person," all of the other giantesses finished with exasperated tones.

Leah raised an eyebrow, unamused, "If it's true, then it's true."

Harper groaned, "Yeah, like I know we have to try new things, but I've been bored all day. I wanna do something fun!" 

"Bored?" Molly repeated, incredulous, "How could you be bored with Poppy?"

Harper rolled her eyes, "I like hardly saw her today, because my mom took her away so I wouldn't get distracted."

Naomi smirked, "Distracted huh? I wonder what you were doing with her that was so distracting?"

The giantesses giggled. Annabelle's cheeks grew warm from the embarrassment. After a moment, Leah's smile faded, "Wait, you didn't have her out during class did you? Because I told you to keep her locked in the cage so she won't—"

Harper rolled her eyes, "Poppy isn't going to run away or talk to anyone Leah, but like calm down, because I kept her in the cage during most of the classes, it's just when I was on my break..." She trailed off with her lips curling into a smirk.

"You horny bitch," Naomi laughed. The other giantesses also burst into laughter. 

"Can you blame me?" Harper joined in with her own giggles, "Is she not like the cutest thing in the whole world?" 

The giantesses droned on about her cuteness for a while before restarting the movie. Annabelle laid her head back down onto Harper's bosom. She had effectively healed from the ordeal with Harper's parents, but Annabelle was still struggling mentally.

She'd survived the giant adults. She'd survived being tossed around in a mouth that was giving a blow job to a monstrous dick. She'd survived being shoved up a giant woman's anus. No matter what they threw at her, she survived. She always would survive.

Because she was a Type 0. That was what they did. 

Even if she didn't want to.

Annabelle curled into herself, fighting back tears. Harper, only half paying attention to the movie, began to absentmindedly stroke her head. She was reminded the tenderness of the commissioner's fingers along Harper's head earlier in the kitchen. It had been long since Annabelle could remember how her own mother's fingers felt across her hair. 

Harper shifted a bit, lowering her face so it was closer to Annabelle's. Her warm breath washed over Annabelle. 

She whispered, "I know this is like boring, but I only have one class tomorrow, so we can play all day, Poppy."

She returned to her original position and continued stroking her. 

"I love you so much, Poppy," Harper exhaled.

Annabelle squeezed her eyes tight and imagined the finger stroking her belonged to her mother.