Annabelle tried her best to hold in her shrieks of terror. Harper's massive body shifted around her, like a gigantic organic machine. She was perched on the top of Harper's pelvis. Annabelle was forced to grip onto Harper's sweaty bike shorts in order to avoid being thrown from the giantess' body as she exercised.

The Shrinkee was shocked by how much energy and intensity Harper had. Harper kept up her rhythm as she did sit ups. Annabelle's bottom was coated in the giantess' sweat, but she was too transfixed by the giantesses' body that surrounded her to be disgusted. The emerging muscles, the droplets of sweat becoming thin rivers as they trailed down her pink skin, the rhythmic breathing that moved Annabelle with every inhale and exhale. Annabelle could practically feel the pure power the giantess' body held. 

It fucking terrified her.

OUR GODDESS IS BEYOND WORSHIP, SHE DESERVES—

"Shut up," the Shrinkee hissed. She gripped Harper's shorts tighter. The sweat, the measured breathing, the intensity.

The blonde hair.

Being this close to the giantess was a horrific reminder of Zoey. Though Harper was only sneakily fit. Zoey's physique easily put her to shame. Annabelle remembered being forced to watch Zoey's games. No matter what the sport, Zoey would dominate her opponents. Annabelle loathed watching her. Every time the amazon bolted past someone, jumped over someone, or slammed into someone, in the back of Annabelle's mind, she knew Zoey was only getting stronger. It didn't matter what she did, Annabelle could never hope to fight against Zoey. 

That was the only saving grace of her situation—she was free from Zoey. She may have lost her liberty in all other possible ways, but at least Zoey couldn't get to her.

"How many is that, Poppy?" Harper suddenly panted.

Annabelle winced. Harper looked down at her, her perfect face dripping with sweat. Annabelle faltered. She'd lost count after Harper had reached 100. 

"Uh, 127?" Annabelle proposed.

Harper rolled her eyes, but the smirk she wore showed she wasn't truly upset.

"Poppy woppy you are such a bad counter," she giggled. Harper's eyes shimmered in the way that let Annabelle know she was about to be picked up and played with.

Annabelle allowed the giantess' hand to scoop her into her palm. Harper tickled her stomach and cooed incoherently for a while before getting up. Annabelle braced herself as the giantess stood to her full height. 

The blonde smiled down at the Shrinkee. 

"Let's get cleaned up, kay?" She said.

Annabelle swallowed a sigh and grinned up at her captor with a nod.

It was going to be another long day.

--

Annabelle vibrated as Harper hummed. The Shrinkee was nestled in the crook of the blonde's smooth neck as the giantess scrolled through her phone. Annabelle, admittedly, hadn't been paying much attention, as she was still trying to recover from yet another one of Harper's sexual attacks. The gigantic blonde's fingers had explored her body thoroughly, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her. The Shrinkee's legs still twitched from the overstimulation she'd received.  

They were what looked like to be a living room. It was grand, but also homey. Harper lay on a huge sectional couch that spanned half the length of the room. A massive television was mounted above an extravagant looking fireplace.

"Look at this, Poppy," Harper said, forcing Annabelle's attention towards the phone.

Harper clicked on an folder marked, "ME". A series of photos popped up, seemingly all of the blonde. Harper's gigantic finger scrolled to the beginning of the album. 

An image of a blonde baby surrounded by an impressive amount of toys appeared on the phone.

"How cute am I?" Harper beamed. 

Annabelle couldn't disagree. Harper was adorable. Though Annabelle would've found her cuter if she didn't know the baby in the photo was going to grow up to be a homicidal kidnapper. 

"You were very cute, Goddess," was all Annabelle said.

Harper's lips jutted out. "Were? Am I not cute anymore, Poppy?" Harper pouted.

Annabelle stifled a sigh. It never ended with the giantess. "Of course you're still cute, Goddess," Annabelle corrected herself.

"Cuter than anyone else at Queenston?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Cuter than the other girls?"

"Mmhmm, Goddess."

"Cuter than everyone else in the whole wide world?"

"Yeah, you're cuter than anyone else in the—"

Harper erupted into giggles, surprising Annabelle who had only partly been paying attention.

"That's not true, Poppy," she grinned. "You're cuter than anyone else in the whole wide world," she squealed. 

Annabelle cringed. She didn't know why she had to be so embarrassing. Thankfully, Harper moved on to showing Annabelle more photos.

Harper truly was a cute kid. She had dimples when she was younger, and her bright blue eyes were full of innocence. Annabelle knew that was a façade. The photo displayed Harper dressed as a rabbit for Halloween. She looked like she was around ten. Annabelle wondered how many people she'd killed by then.

"Oh wait," Harper gasped, "I wore this costume again a few years ago, but I don't think it's, like, on here. Wait, I think..."

She exited out of the photo app and pulled up her Snapgram. She scrolled down to a provocative photo of her wearing the same rabbit costume, but with noticeably less fabric. 

"Do I look pretty, Poppy?" Harper hummed. 

Annabelle nodded, but realized Harper couldn't see her from that angle. She replied, "Yes Goddess, you look great."

Harper giggled and started scrolling through the comments. Annabelle lazily glanced over the various fire emojis and thirsty face emojis. Then she saw a comment that gave her pause.

"Sad she has to dress like this to get likes."

Annabelle's heart sank. It reminded her so much of the bullshit she'd heard in high school. Annabelle scanned the other comments. They were overwhelmingly positive, but Annabelle saw a few others that twisted her stomach.

"Girls only post this stuff because they have no personality."

"Whore."

"What the fuck," Annabelle hissed.

Harper stiffened. She dropped her phone and grabbed Annabelle into a protective fist. Annabelle was lifted to Harper's face as the giantess sat up. The blonde's gigantic face hovered over her, concern across her features.

"What's wrong Poppy?" Harper opened her palm and began prodding and examining Annabelle's body.

Annabelle pushed her fingers away. She was still pissed.  

"Those comments," Annabelle seethed. "How could they say that?"

Harper looked even more confused. "Poppy, what are you talking about?" Harper asked. 

"Those assholes! Calling you whore," Annabelle spat.

HOW DARE THOSE INSIGNFIGANT BEINGS ATTACK OUR GODDESS?

No. Annabelle wasn't angry because of some false loyalty to her Goddess—to Harper—she just hated people who said mean shit.

Harper smiled down brightly at Annabelle, only pissing the Shrinkee off more. She squeezed her cheeks between her massive fingers.

"Oh Poppy, are you mad for me?" She hummed.

Annabelle pushed her fingers away again. She scowled up at the giantess. "How are you not mad? Or at least upset? T-They don't know you, how can they even—"

Harper slid a long finger down Annabelle's back. She shushed her gently and started cooing. Annabelle hated that Harper's touch was actually soothing. 

"Shh, Poppy, it's okay," she lulled. Annabelle couldn't help but relax her muscles. 

Harper noted, "I forgot that you never had social media." She explained, "Those comments are normal, Poppy. I don't even notice them, and I don't get that much compared to most people. Usually other moths in my comments will find out where trolls live and confront them."

Annabelle blanched. That sounded scary. She pushed past it, after meeting Bennet, she knew the giantesses had crazy fans.

"But," Annabelle frowned, "Even if they're not that many of them, don't the comments bother you?"

Harper smiled softly down at Annabelle. "No Poppy, I don't care what some rando says," she replied. 

Annabelle retorted, "But you got so upset when you found out about what my classmates said about me in high school."

Harper's face instantly darkened. She stopped stroking Annabelle's back.

"That's different."

"How?" 

"Because," Harper said tersely, "You belong to me, which means that I am supposed to protect you. I just want you to have an easy life where you eat sweet stuff and play. When I think of all of things that they wrote in your yearbook I get..."

Harper glowered intensely, spacing out. 

"Goddess?" Annabelle called nervously. She didn't like high intensity emotions from the giantesses.

Harper blinked, and focused back down on Annabelle. Her features softened. 

"Okay," she sighed, "Let's not like let this ruin our day. All I wanted to say is that you're mine, and I don't like it when people talk bad about the things that I care about—and you are the thing I care most about."

Annabelle was obviously unhappy about being called a thing, but she was just relieved Harper had calmed down. 

Harper's finger began moving again. Annabelle eased into her stroking. After a few minutes of peaceful petting, Harper suddenly stopped.

Annabelle looked up at her captor, disappointed and confused. A slow smile crossed Harper's face. 

"Poppy," she hummed, "Do you want to play a game?"

--

Annabelle typically hated the games the giantesses made her play, and the intense way Harper was looking at her was giving her extreme unease. 

They were in Harper's bedroom, on her hot pink fluffy rug. Annabelle hadn't been surprised when she first saw Harper's room. It was a larger version of her room back at Queenston—a much larger version. The room looked like what rich girl bedrooms looked like in the movies. Harper's bed was a massive canopy bed with light pink curtains. Her walls were adorned with photos of Harper and the other giantesses. 

"Poppy," Harper said, bringing her attention to the giantess.  

Harper's massive body loomed over her. The giantess' legs were spread out beyond Annabelle. The Shrinkee sat in between Harper's knees. In front of her was a pile of game cards.

"So here's the game," the giantess started, "You have to answer the question on these cards in under thirty seconds. If you don't, then you have to kiss me wherever I want."

Annabelle inwardly grimaced. She suspected any game involving Harper was going to factor in some sort of sexual activity. 

Harper giggled and picked up the first card. She dramatically cleared her throat and read it aloud.

"Name three things that you are good at."

Annabelle's eyebrows furrowed. She did not anticipate that kind of question. 

"I—uh--um—" She stammered. 

Harper waved the card in her hand. "Twenty seconds Poppy," she trilled.

Annabelle bit her bottom lip. She was blanking. 

YOU ARE GOOD AT DENYING YOUR TRUE PURPOSE AS A WORSHIPER OF OUR GODDESSES. 

"Will you shut up?" Annabelle hissed under her breath.

Harper tossed the card into the air and clasped her hands together. "Time's up Poppy!" She announced. 

Annabelle sighed. There was nothing she could do but accept her punishment. Harper scrunched up her face.

"Poppy you really couldn't think of anything? I can think of like a hundred things you're good at," Harper chided.

Annabelle didn't know what to say to that. She'd been working on her self-esteem with Steven, but she hadn't seen him since the BSA had tripled down on their security.  

Harper shrugged. "Well I guess you have to kiss me Poppy," she grinned mischievously. 

Annabelle gulped and braced herself. Her eyes drifted to Harper's crotch. She wore shorts that hugged her bottom. Annabelle had a flashback to when she'd been forced to kiss her down there. She shuddered to think what Harper would do to her with none of the other giantesses there to rein her in.

Harper tapped her chin as she visibly considered what she would make Annabelle do. The Shrinkee clenched her fists, preparing herself.

A slow smile spread across Harper's lips.

"You know Poppy..." she smirked, "There's one part of my body that you, like, haven't been paying much attention to." Harper nodded behind Annabelle. The Shrinkee turned around to see Harper shake her gigantic feet.

"Why don't you go say hi," Harper giggled.

Annabelle grimaced. She looked up at Harper with pleading eyes, but the giantess only answered her with giggles. Annabelle cringed, but made her way towards her captors huge feet. Harper's fluffy rug made it difficult to walk through, but she managed it. When she neared the left foot, Harper's toes began to wiggle.

Harper put on a high-pitched voice that made Annabelle want to jump of a bridge. "We've missed you Poppy! Come give us big kisses."

Annabelle's face burned from the embarrassment. A few months ago, she was studying physics and writing research papers, now she was going to make out with a co-ed's toes. 

The Shrinkee reached her foot. The familiar scent of sweat and vanilla wafted into Annabelle's nostrils. Annabelle groaned and just went for it, but the second she took a step forward towards the foot, Harper abruptly took it away.

"Ah ah, Poppy," she tsked. "I want you to like really enjoy this. Don't just kiss my toes. I want you to stare at my foot, like memorize it."

Annabelle's stomach turned. That hadn't been in the rules of the game, but of course the giantesses never kept their word.

The Shrinkee stared at Harper's foot. The giantess curled her toes and lowered them, so Annabelle was eye level with Harper's pink digits. Annabelle looked at semi chipped purple nail polish and sighed. She was probably going to make her paint her nails soon. Annabelle rolled her eyes as the toes wiggled at her, taunting her. She still couldn't believe that even Harper's pinky toe was bigger than her hand. 

She continued to stare at the foot, wondering just how long it would take for Harper to be satisfied. Staring at the co-ed's giant foot wasn't doing anything for her, because she wasn't a freak.

WORSHIP HER. WORSHIP HER LIKE YOU WERE BORN TO. 

"Fuck off," Annabelle grumbled.

LOOK CLOSELY. LOOK AT HER BEAUTIFUL SKIN. LOOK AT THE ENORMITY OF HER FOOT. JUST ONE OF HER TOES COULD DOMINATE US. SMELL. SMELL HER WONDERFUL SCENT. WE WERE MADE FOR HER. WE WERE MADE TO WORSHIP. EVEN THE SMALLEST TOE ON OUR GODDESS FOOT SHOULD BE HONORED. KISS IT. SMELL IT. IT IS A PART OF OUR GODDESS WHICH MEANS IT ALSO OWNS US. 

Annabelle was disgusted just listening to Poppy. Harper may have kidnapped her and held her hostage, but the co-ed certainty didn't own her. And neither did her foot for that matter. 

"Okay Poppy, pucker up," Harper commanded. 

Annabelle shifted her feet. Breathe in—

The Shrinkee's eyes widened as she got a direct hit of Harper's foot. The hybrid of the vanilla's sweetness and the sweat's saltiness, struck her differently than before. Something buzzed in the back of her brain. She felt an intense desire to investigate. She carefully placed her hands on Harper's sole. She felt the enormous foot twitch underneath her palms. 

Without any more hesitation, Annabelle squeezed her head in between Harper's big toe and second toe. She felt Harper stiffen. The giantess was most likely surprised by Annabelle's brazenness, but the Shrinkee needed to see if it was the smell that causing the electricity in her brain. The Shrinkee took a deep whiff. She inhaled until her lungs were filled with the fumes from Harper's foot. 

Her heart pounded. She leaned in deeper, inhaling more. "Goddess..." she moaned. She turned to the side of Harper's second toe and began peppering it with soft, but enthusiastic kisses. 

"Goddess..." Annabelle panted. She opened her mouth and dragged her tongue across the skin in the crevasses of her Goddess' toes. She was so sweet. She tasted perfect. Annabelle alternated between kissing and licking Her Goddess' toe. 

In the distance, Annabelle heard her Goddess moan. The sound filled Annabelle with electric arousal. She moved over from the second toe and began spreading her love evenly across all of her Goddess' toes. She grabbed her Goddess' pinky toe by its sides and passionately kissed it. Annabelle moaned into her Goddess' flesh. Nothing had ever felt more right. It was if she were always supposed to be doing it.

A wave of disappointment washed over Annabelle as she was taken away from her Goddess' perfect foot. Though it was replaced with a burst of pure joy when she realized her Goddess had plucked her up. She placed her gently in Her palm. When She was transporting her into Her hand, Annabelle felt that her Goddess' fingers were damp. 

The Shrinkee glanced down at her Goddess' nether region and saw the zipper of Her shorts hand been undone. There was also a large wet spot in the middle of Her groin area. Annabelle frowned. She should have helped her Goddess find release. 

Annabelle's thoughts momentarily flew out of her head as her Goddess' extraordinary face appeared over her. It was insane how perfect She was. Her magnificent blue eyes regarded Annabelle with confusion and slight concern. 

Her Goddess' worried gaze filled Annabelle with unease. 

Annabelle's face stiffened with anxiety. "What's wrong, Goddess?" Annabelle asked.

Her Goddess glanced at Her feet and then back at her. Her eyes gave off an uncertain glint. "Umm, Poppy...what was that?"

Annabelle's stomach dropped. She ran her hands through her hair. "Shit," she hissed, she looked up at her Goddess, regretfully. "Did I use too much tongue?" She cringed. She had just gotten so excited. She hardly considered what her Goddess might like.

Her Goddess' eyes widened. She shook Her head frantically. "No Poppy! You were perfect," she insisted.  

Her words put Annabelle at ease, but the Shrinkee still didn't like her Goddess' vaguely distressed features. 

Annabelle tilted her head. "Are you sure, Goddess? You seem off," she noted.

Her Goddess' eyebrows raised, "I seem—" She blinked. "Poppy, are you okay?"

Annabelle was starting to get concerned. Her Goddess was obviously unnerved by something, but She wasn't telling her what was happening.

"Goddess I'm fine," Annabelle said. She frowned, "Did I do something wrong? You can be honest with me." She grabbed her Goddess' thumb and began caressing it.

Harper shook her head again, "No no, you're great Poppy."

"Then can we keep playing?" Annabelle asked. She didn't know why Goddess seemed so out of step, but she figured a distraction could help Her.

Her Goddess nodded, still looking at Annabelle with uncertainty. "Of course, Poppy," She said. She placed Annabelle back onto the rug and picked up a card. Annabelle watched her Goddess read from the card with Her beautiful mouth. Goddess, she couldn't believe how pretty She was. Her head buzzed with warmth.

"Name five things you like about your appearance," Her Goddess read.

Annabelle sighed. The prompt was similar to the previous one. Annabelle was sensing a pattern. The Shrinkee considered the prompt. 

She folded her arms and tilted her head. "I guess, my hair, my eyes, and maybe my nose?" Her face warmed when she realized what the final two answers were. 

She cleared her throat and looked away from her Goddess, "And m-my chest and butt." Her eyes flickered back to her Goddess when she realized She hadn't said anything. She was still staring down at her with intense scrutiny. 

Annabelle furrowed her brow, "Goddess, did I answer it in time?" She knew that she had, but she wouldn't mind kissing another part of her Goddess' body.

Her Goddess blinked. "Uh, yeah, you did. Great job Poppy."

Annabelle's heart pounded from the praise. 

"Poppy," her Goddess started to ask tentatively, "You came up with that pretty fast. Those are really your favorite things about what you look like?"

Annabelle shook her head with sheepish grin. She'd been caught. "Not exactly," she answered truthfully, "I like them because I know you like them, Goddess."

Her Goddess blushed. Adorable. Annabelle hardly ever saw her Goddess get flustered. The Shrinkee raised an eyebrow.

"But Goddess, what's with these prompts?" She asked. 

"What do you mean?"

Annabelle gave her a knowing smile, "I mean they seem a little like you got them from a self-help book."

Her Goddess glanced away from her, Her cheeks increasing in their redness. Annabelle giggled. She got Her. 

Her Goddess explained, "Well, it's just earlier when we were talking about the awful things your classmates wrote about you, it made me feel bad. So I got these cards from this old school Love Yourself campaign, to you know, to help you love yourself."

Annabelle sighed, "Goddess, I already told you, I don't care about any of that."

Her Goddess gave her an insanely cute pout, "Poppy, I know but I just want you to know that there are things about you that are like, worth loving."

Annabelle's heart nearly burst. Love filled every inch of her being. She looked up at her Goddess, tears in her eyes. She lifted her arms up.

Her brilliant Goddess, understanding what she wanted, picked her up again in Her palm.

Annabelle stood on her Goddess' palm. She reached out and stroked Her cheek. Her brain continued to buzz with electricity and warmth. "Goddess, all I need is your love. I don't care about what anyone else thinks, or even what I think. All I need is you."

She could hear her Goddess' heart pound from her chest down below. Gently, Annabelle grabbed the sides of her Goddess' chin. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss in the middle of her Goddess' lips.

Her entire body was bathed in an all-consuming warmth. The tip of her Goddess' tongue slowly emerged from Her sweet mouth. Annabelle wasted no time lapping up the tiny portion of her Goddess' tongue with the entirety of her own. She tasted unbelievable. 

Annabelle focused on giving her Goddess little kisses on her tongue. The entire front of her body was becoming drenched in her Goddess' saliva. Her Goddess' nostrils blew warm air down at Annabelle as She breathed harder. Annabelle kissed Her deeper. Her Goddess answered her with moans that shook her. 

In the back of her mind, Annabelle heard a knock at the door. It was aggressively unimportant compared to what she was doing. A masculine voice called out for her Goddess. Annabelle ignored it and started pressing her lips across her Goddess'. 

The voice buzzed again. Her Goddess spoke through their kissing, "Literally fuck off."

Annabelle opened her mouth to suck on the tip of her Goddess' tongue, when the voice interrupted them again. Annabelle caught a few words here and there: "Commissioner" and "See you". 

She didn't care even a bit, but her Goddess sighed and pulled Annabelle away from Her face. The Shrinkee whimpered, already feeling the coldness from her Goddess' absence. 

"Poppy, I'll be back soon," She assured. Annabelle pouted as her Goddess placed her onto Her bed. Her Goddess kneeled next to Her bed. She bit her lip and looked down at Annabelle with apprehension. 

"What's wrong, Goddess?" Annabelle asked. She was disappointed by her Goddess' abrupt departure, but Annabelle pushed her feelings aside when she sensed something else was bothering her Goddess.

Her Goddess scrunched up Her face, anxiously. She stroked Annabelle's cheek. "It's just I'm afraid that you'll..." She trailed off, and bit Her bottom lip again.

"That I'll what, Goddess?" Annabelle asked, rubbing Her finger.

Her Goddess shook Her head, "Nothing. Just, please don't move, Poppy. Stay right right there. I'll literally be right back. I'm going to be literally so fast, and we can go back to what we were doing before. Don't you want that, Poppy?" She said the words so fast and with slight desperation, as if She were trying to plead with Annabelle.

Annabelle kissed her Goddess' finger. She didn't know what She was so panicked over, but she just wanted to calm Her down.

"Of course Goddess. I'll be right here waiting," she smiled up at Her.

Her Goddess' face softened, before apprehension filled her features again. "I hope so," She muttered. 

Before Annabelle could ask Her what She meant by that, her Goddess stood back up to Her full massive height. She quickly changed out of Her wet panties and shorts and changed into dry bottoms. Wanting to be respectful, Annabelle looked away when She started changing, but Annabelle watched Her leave the bedroom in awe. Her Goddess was amazing.

Annabelle leaned back on her elbows and gazed up at the ceiling. She missed her Goddess. She wondered what her Goddess was doing at that moment. She hoped her Goddess was okay, She'd been acting so weird. Annabelle wondered if the hate comments really had gotten to Her. 

The Shrinkee bristled. She didn't understand the point attacking someone over the internet. She figured they were probably just jealous of Her. Annabelle wondered how she could cheer Her up. A titillating thought entered her mind. It was embarrassing as hell, and she'd normally never do it, but for Her Goddess she'd swallow her embarrassment. 

She started to wiggle out of her bottoms when a painful force struck her face. Annabelle stumbled and fell onto the mattress. 

"Shit," she hissed. 

She snapped her head up. Her eyes darted to see who had attacked her. The bedroom was empty. Annabelle slowly got up. Something was wrong. She wondered if she should go find her Goddess.

Another bout of pain hit her as her face stung. Annabelle spun around, looking over her shoulder. Yet again, she saw nothing. 

Panic rose in her. She didn't believe in ghosts, but something freaky was going on. Annabelle began to seriously panic. Then she saw it. Right before it struck her again, Annabelle grabbed it. 

The Shrinkee's eyes widened when she realized she was holding her own wrist. Her right hand wiggled out of her left hand's grasp. It lunged at her, striking her across her face. 

"What the fuck!" Annabelle yelped.

Her right hand made a fist and slammed into her nose. Annabelle screamed. She heard a crack. 

"Fuck!" She yelled. She fell to her knees and cradled her broken nose.

It was official: she'd gone crazy. This was it. There was not an ounce of sanity left in her. She was actually attacking herself. She needed help. She need her Goddess. She needed...her—

Annabelle's eyes shot open wide. Her body froze. 

"What?" Annabelle breathed. 

The warmth she'd been feeling since she kissed Harper's foot had suddenly vanished. It was replaced by the harsh bitter coldness of reality. Her Goddess? Had she actually considered Harper her actual Goddess? 

Shame gripped her. She nearly drowned in it.

The things she'd said. The things she'd done.  

Annabelle crumpled into herself. Sobs erupted from her that racked her body. The Shrinkee folded into the fetal position. 

"No, no no," Annabelle sobbed, rocking herself, "This can't be happening." She had actually lost herself.

But the worst part was that she'd liked it. It felt right. Having Harper be her entire world had felt like the most natural thing to her. Part of her was screaming at herself to go back to that.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't let herself do it. She couldn't be the loving pet to a spoiled horny co-ed who killed people for fun. 

But she didn't even know what had caused her to switch over like that. The smell of her foot? She smelled the giantesses all the time—sometimes it was all Annabelle could smell. 

The bedroom door opened. Harper's voice chirped through the bedroom. "Poppy," she sang. She could hear the slight nerves in her voice. Annabelle realized the anxiety from before she left stemmed from her fear that Annabelle's sanity would return.

The giantess' massive footfalls thudded over to the bed. Annabelle closed her eyes shut when her shadow enveloped her.

"Oh Poppy," Harper sighed. Annabelle could hear the disappointment in her words.

Annabelle felt her gigantic hands surround her to pick her up. Annabelle screamed and kicked Harper's hands away from her. She faltered a bit when her nose reformed, sending waves of pain to Annabelle's face.

"Don't touch me," she shrieked through her tears. The giantess' hands continued to scoop her up despite her attacks. 

Harper gently stroked her body with her gigantic thumb. "I literally knew this was going to happen," Harper muttered. "It was too good to be true."

Annabelle sobbed in the giantess' hand. "What are you doing to me? I'm losing my mind," she wailed. 

Harper softly shushed her as she sat on her bed. She caressed the Shrinkee. 

"You're not losing your mind, Poppy," Harper soothed, "You're just being stubborn is all. All you have to do is just accept me as your Goddess. You just did it a few minutes ago and look how happy you were."

Annabelle's tears flowed down her cheeks. Why did she still feel comforted by the giantess? She hated her. 

"I can be like patient, Poppy. No matter how long it takes, I'll be waiting for you," Harper said gently. 

Annabelle sniffed. She hated this. She couldn't lose herself—she couldn't turn into what they wanted. The Shrinkee curled up tighter in a ball. She tried to block out everything. She just had to remember who she was and what she stood for. Her subconscious had been strong enough to literally knock some sense into her, but she didn't know if that would happen the next time. 

Which meant there couldn't be a next time. 

The Shrinkee would have to be vigilant—more than she'd been before. 

----

"You look beautiful, Annie."

Annabelle's eyebrows furrowed. She turned to look at her father. He beamed as he walked her down the wedding aisle. 

Annabelle glanced around at the guests seated in the cathedral. They stared at her with wide smiles and intense gazes. A harp echoed throughout the cathedral.

"Thanks Dad?" Annabelle replied, uncertain. She was trying to get her bearings, but she had trouble focusing. 

"I can't believe you've grown up so quickly. It just seemed like yesterday you were saying how you wanted to marry the moon when you grew up."

Annabelle frowned and scrunched up her face. "Didn't we already do this?" She asked. 

Her father laughed, "You know what, you're right. My mistake. Here, you can take a seat next to the mourners."

Before Annabelle could question him, he pushed her into the middle of the pew in the front row. Annabelle grunted from the rough handling. As she sat up she heard sobbing. To the left of her Naomi, Leah, and Molly were donned in all black, sobbing their eyes out. 

She felt someone tap her shoulder from her right side. She turned to see Commissioner Abbot and the General smiling at her. 

The Commissioner nodded to Naomi, Leah, and Molly. "They're so dramatic, right?" She chortled loudly. Her husband shushed her, "Babe, it's about to start!"

Everyone in the pews turned to the aisle where the bride glided down in a beautiful gown. Her veil hid her identity. Everyone's eyes were glued to her as she approached the end of the aisle. 

Annabelle had to do a double take when she saw there was another bride already at the alter. Her veil was also covering her face. 

When the first bride reached the alter, she reached over and unveiled the second bride. Harper's bright smile was wide as her face was revealed to the cathedral. A pit formed in Annabelle's stomach. She had an intense desire to run. 

Commissioner Abbot squeezed Annabelle's arm. She squealed, "Isn't my baby so pretty?"

Annabelle didn't respond. Instead she watched Harper lift the first bride's veil. Slowly she revealed her  to the cathedral. Annabelle paled as own face stared back at Harper, eyes watery with happy tears. Naomi, Leah, and Molly began to cry even harder.

Before Annabelle could react, the doors to the cathedral burst open. Steven, donned in priest attire, rushed down the aisle.

"Sorry I'm late, rehearsals for Julius Caesar went on for longer than I'd hoped," he said to the room. He ran over to the alter and turned to the brides.

With a large smile he started, "We're gathered here to join two souls in holy matrimony. If there is anyone here who objects to their union—"

"We do!" Naomi, Leah, and Molly blurted in unison. They stood up, glaring at Harper. 

Harper glowered back at them. "I won fair and square!" She stuck her tongue out at them. The girls huffed, but sat back in their seats quietly. 

Annabelle wiggled out of Commissioner Abbot's grasp and shot up from her seat. The entire cathedral turned to her.

Despite all of their eyes on her, she spoke up. She was determined. "I object!" She declared. 

Her doppelganger rolled her eyes. "You are such a killjoy," she snapped. 

Harper tilted her head, confused. "Like, why?" She asked Annabelle.

Steven cleared his throat, "I think she means, on what grounds?" 

Annabelle laughed dryly. She pointed to Harper. "On the grounds of her being a psycho!" She retorted. 

Suddenly, Annabelle found herself next to her doppelganger on the alter. It was more high up than she'd expected. 

Her doppelganger groaned. She gave Annabelle an exasperated look. "Can't you be cool for once?"

Annabelle scoffed, "No. You can't marry her! She's evil."

The entire cathedral exploded with laughter. It was harsh cruel laughter aimed at Annabelle. Blood rushed to her cheeks. She didn't know what she'd said to cause so much scorn.

Her doppelganger clarified through her giggles, "I'm not marrying her, you buffoon."

Annabelle blinked. "Then what are you—"

Her doppelganger dropped to her knees. Carefully, as though she were handling something sacred, her doppelganger lifted Harper's wedding dress and gently grabbed her shoe. The cathedral was silent as her doppelganger removed Harper's shoes from her white heels. Her doppelganger pulled out a beautiful ring from the thin air. 

Harper and the doppelganger wore matching smiles. Steven straightened his posture and asked, "Do you Poppy, take this woman's feet to be your lawfully wedded owner and spouse, to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

"I do!" The doppelganger yelped happily. 

Annabelle's eyes widened. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. 

Steven lowered his head and spoke to the blonde's feet, "And do you Harper's feet, take this Shrinkee to be your lawfully wedded pet and spouse, to live together in matrimony, to own her, dominate her, protect and keep her, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

Harper wiggled her toes excitedly—an apparent "I do." 

Annabelle felt sick. She watched as her doppelganger placed the beautiful wedding ring on Harper's second toe.

"By the power vested in me by Abbot Securities, I now pronounce you Shrinkee and owner! You may now kiss the bride!" Steven announced. The cathedral erupted into cheers as her doppelganger plopped a wet kiss against Harper's foot.

Annabelle grimaced with utter disgust. "Where the fuck is your dignity?" She spat. 

The cheers died down instantly. Annabelle glanced out at the pews. Everyone stared at her with a stoic expression. 

Harper's giggled forced her attention to the blonde. She grinned at Annabelle mischievously. "Are you jealous, Poppy? Is this what this is all about?" She asked.

Annabelle shook her head, "O-Of course n—"

"Because don't worry, there's more than enough of me to share," she laughed. 

Annabelle blinked and she suddenly was alone on the alter. The cathedral had disappeared, and she was surrounded by a deep vast darkness. The alter stood high—so high she couldn't see anything beneath her.

Annabelle thought she was all alone until she heard Steven's voice echo around her as if he were speaking through a speaker system.

"Do you Poppy, take this woman's breasts to be your lawfully wedded owner and spouse, to live together in matrimony, to love them, comfort them, honor and keep them, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

Annabelle's eyes nearly burst from her head, "Do I what?"

"Good enough, I heard the words 'do' and 'I.'" Steven continued, "And do you Harper's breasts, take this Shrinkee to be your lawfully wedded pet and spouse, to live together in matrimony, to own her, dominate her, protect and keep her, in sickness and in health until death do you part?"

Annabelle's stomach dropped when she had a slow, but nearly deafening boom. It came again, shaking everything around her. From the darkness, Harper, more massive than Annabelle had ever seen her, appeared. Annabelle couldn't even see her face. The only thing comprehensible for Annabelle was the blonde's gigantic breasts. The Shrinkee couldn't see anything than Harper's mounds of flesh.

Another boom thundered in the empty vast darkness as Harper took another step closer. Annabelle squealed and stepped back, but realized she was at the edge of the alter. One more step back and she would fall into the abyss. 

The huge mounds jiggled as they got closer. They clapped together as she walked, creating a loud thunder-like sound that made Annabelle cover her ears.

"I'll take that as an 'I do'," Steven's voice chuckled. Annabelle heard him take a deep breath. "By the power vested in me by blah blah blah, just kiss already!"

Annabelle screamed as Harper's nipple came barreling towards her, erect and massive.

"No no! Stop it! Get back!" She screamed. She futilely placed her arms out to stop the ginormous breast. The last thing Annabelle felt was Harper's pink nipple slamming into her diminutive body.

Annabelle screamed as darkness engulfed her. She swung her limbs around, desperate to protect herself. She fell, but not miles and miles into an abyss, but a few feet onto soft carpet. Somewhere in the back of Annabelle's brain she knew she had been having a nightmare, but panic still gripped her.

Her throat was on fire. Still she screeched and curled into the fetal position. Annabelle heard the cage's door click open, but she was still not fully in control of her emotions.

The Shrinkee tried to crawl away when she saw the gigantic hand enter through the door. 

"No! No!" Annabelle shrieked as the giant hand approached her. Harper's vanilla scent engulfed her along with the giantess' fingers. Annabelle tried her best to fight against the giantess' hand, but she was easily picked up and taken from the cage.

She felt the giantess shift to sit up against her bedpost. Harper's huge finger began to stroke Annabelle. 

"Shh, it's okay Poppy, it's okay," she said softly. Annabelle couldn't see her well in the darkness of the room, but she sounded as if she had just woken up.

The Shrinkee attempted to fight off the finger. She would not be comforted by the monster. She kicked and punched Harper's finger, but the giantess continued to caress her without any reaction to her attacks. 

Annabelle's screams became quieter as exhaustion started to creep up on her. Harper's finger didn't let up. The giant blonde rubbed her back, firmly, but gently. Annabelle became silent as Harper's powerful finger soothed her.

"Shh," Harper hummed, "I'm right here, Poppy. Nothing can hurt you, I'm right here."

Annabelle was having an internal war. Her nightmare had been utterly spine-chilling, but there she was, being soothed by the subject of her night terror. 

Eventually, her need to be comforted outweighed the logical arguments forming in her head. The Shrinkee scooted closer to the edge of Harper's palm. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around Harper's thumb. She nuzzled her face into the thumb's pad. Harper's vanilla scent gently coated the inside of her nose.

Harper's finger continued to rub circles on her back. Annabelle's eyelids became heavy. Harper's voice was the last thing she heard before she allowed sleep to take her.

"Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I'm here. You're mine Poppy, so don't worry about anything."

---

Annabelle glanced up from her coloring book towards Harper's enormous mouth as the giantess yawned. The sound echoed in Annabelle's ears.

"Oh baby did you not sleep well last night?" Commissioner Abbot asked. 

She had just come into the opulent study with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Harper. Annabelle did not think for one second that the giant woman had baked the cookies herself. 

Commissioner Abbot had set the plate and milk in front of Harper's textbook and other study materials when Harper yawned.

Harper waved her off. "I'm fine Mom," she said through another yawn.

The commissioner pouted at her tired daughter. Suddenly she snapped her fingers twice. The study's door opened. A servant quickly entered, standing at attention. She was young, probably a little older than Harper. She was of Asian decent with shoulder-length brown hair.

The commissioner turned to the servant woman. "Coffee. Cream and sugar—lots of it," she ordered.

The servant nodded, "Yes, Mistress." She scurried out of the room. Annabelle watched her leave the room. Since she'd been staying with Harper, she'd noticed all of the servants addressed the Abbot clan as "Mistresses and Master." Annabelle wasn't sure what was different about the servants that worked on the Abbot residence, but Annabelle suspected they'd been there for a long time.

"I said I'm fine, Mom," Harper sighed. 

Commissioner Abbot walked around the mahogany table Harper sat at. Her powerful footsteps shook Annabelle. The giant woman leaned down and kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"I know, I just don't want you pushing yourself too much," she said. 

"I'm not, Mom. I just have to make sure I pass tomorrow's test."

The commissioner nodded. Her eyes flickered down at Annabelle. The Shrinkee winced as the giant woman developed a lustful glint in her eye. She'd been avoiding eye contact with the commissioner and general at every opportunity, but they continued to send her knowing looks when Harper's back was turned. 

"I understand. I can take Poppy off your hands for a few hours while you study," she suggested.

Annabelle's stomach dropped. She froze in hear until she heard Harper's response.

"What? No, she's literally just sitting there coloring," Harper said, without looking up from her textbook.

Commissioner Abbot pursed her lips, disappointed, "All right fine, but if you ever change your mind, just call me, baby."

"Yeah," Harper said distractedly. 

Annabelle sighed, relieved as she watched Commissioner Abbot leave the room. Annabelle glanced at Harper. Her eyes had not left her textbook and notebook as she practiced math problems. Annabelle had never seen her concentrate so intensely on school work before. Annabelle didn't remember too much about their STATS' syllabus, but she did remember the exams being worth a good chunk of their overall grades.

Annabelle frowned and turned back to her coloring book. That life felt so far away. The room was silent as Harper studied while Annabelle colored a field of flowers. The peaceful atmosphere was interrupted when the young servant woman returned with Harper's coffee.

Annabelle, always forced to pay attention to any giant near her, looked up as the young woman approached the table. The Shrinkee noticed the servant's eyes were glued onto the mug she'd brought the coffee in. The poor girl was probably terrified of spilling it.

Apparently her fears were justified.

As she reached the table, she tripped over her own feet—a consequence of having her eyes only on the mug. Annabelle squeaked as the mug was tossed in the air, towards the table—towards her. 

Harper reacted swiftly. Annabelle was quickly grasped in her giant hands and cradled against her chest as the giantess jumped from her chair. The mug landed onto the table, but did not break. The coffee, however, did manage to splatter across Harper's textbook. 

The room filled with a deathly silence. The servant had lost all of the color in her face. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at the mess. Annabelle glanced up to see Harper's eyes were closed. Her breathing was shallow and her nostrils were flared. 

The Shrinkee grimaced. This wasn't going to end well.

The servant managed to whimper out with a warbled voice, "M-Mistress—"

"On your fucking knees."

Annabelle blanched. The giantess was pissed. 

The servant obeyed the blonde co-ed. She trembled as she dropped to her knees. With the hand that wasn't holding Annabelle, Harper snapped four times. Not ten seconds passed before two servants rushed through the door. They were older and seemed more professional than the servant on the floor. Still, Annabelle noticed a slight twinge of shock on their faces when they saw the mess on the table. They glanced at the servant on the floor and back at the table. Annabelle caught the pity in their eyes.

"Clean it up," Harper ordered. 

"Yes Mistress," they said in unison. 

They wasted no time in hurrying over to the table. The pulled wipes out of their maid uniforms and quickly got to work. Harper nodded to her textbook. "You have an hour to make it look brand new."

"Yes Mistress," they responded again.

The servants worked silently and quickly. Harper stroked Annabelle and stood off to the side as they worked. Annabelle was very much aware that the petting was more for Harper's sake than hers. The Shrinkee glanced down at the servant on the floor. She was shaking with her head lowered until it was almost touching floor.

Annabelle was uncertain if there was any scenario in which the servant would come out unharmed—either emotionally or physically. 

The servants clearing the coffee from the table did so efficiently. They were finished in record time. The table looked freshly polished, and they had been able to save Harper's notebook, calculator, and the cookies and milk from the coffee spill.  

"Dismissed," Harper said. The older servants nodded and exited the room wordlessly. The servant on the ground knew better than to move a muscle. 

Once the door closed, Harper slowly sauntered over to the servant. She peered down at her with annoyance.

"You're new here," she stated. 

It wasn't a question, but the servant answered anyway, "Y-Yes Mistress. I was transferred here after Thanksgiving. My name is Kate Dan—"

"I literally don't care about your life story," Harper snapped. Annabelle swallowed nervously from Harper's sharp tone. The Shrinkee was weightless for a second as Harper sat back in her chair. 

She crossed her legs and stared down at the trembling woman who was probably a few years older than her. Annabelle didn't know how these servants did it. It was one thing to serve the adult members of the BSA, but to be humiliated by their bratty children was something else.

Kate had made an honest mistake, but Annabelle knew Harper wasn't going to let her off so easily. 

As if to prove her point, Harper raised her slipper covered foot and used it to lift Kate's chin so she was looking up at her. 

"You're, like, pretty useless, huh?" Harper said, tilting her head to the side.

Kate's lip quivered, but she was otherwise quiet.

Harper kept going, "I mean all you had to do was literally bring me some coffee."

"I-I'm sorry Mis—"

"Did I say you could speak?" Harper spat.

Tears began to fill Kate's eyes. Annabelle sat up, she knew from previous experience that the servant's tears would just spur Harper on more.

"It's one thing to mess up my study plans, but you almost hit Poppy with the mug. Now can you, like. guess what would've happened if you did hit her?" She asked.

Kate sniffed, "I would've lost a hand."

Annabelle's stomach dropped. Was that really the procedure for her getting hurt? The BSA always found ways to remind Annabelle of its insanity. 

Harper added, "Or a foot, or an arm, or a leg—I literally don't care."  

Tears finally flowed from Kate's eyes as she stared up at Harper. "Mistress I'm so so sorry I—"

With a kick so swift, Annabelle barely had time to register it, Harper's foot struck Kate across her face. The servant yelped as her head was sent to the floor. Kate whimpered as she cradled her jaw. Annabelle wouldn't have been surprised if Harper had dislocated it.

Harper scowled down at her, as if she were annoyed at the girl for being hurt. 

"Poppy's not hurt so I won't do that to you, but that, like, kinda doesn't seem fair," Harper said, "I mean you could've hit her and spilled hot coffee on her."

Kate sat up, tears streaming from her eyes. She looked up at Harper pitifully, but the giantess didn't seem very sympathetic.

"Maybe you should have hot coffee poured all over you so you can like really get how badly you could've hurt Poppy?" Harper suggested.

Kate erupted into sobs, "I-I'm sorry Mistress I really didn't mean to do it."

Annabelle sat up. She'd seen enough. She grabbed Harper's finger and lifted her head to meet the giantess' gaze. As always, it was difficult to see her over her massive chest, but Annabelle was able to catch her bright blue eyes.

She shifted her face to put on her go-to puppy dog eyes. "Goddess?" She called up to her.

Harper was anything if consistent. The blonde's face instantly softened. "What is it Poppy?" She purred. Kate stiffened, her eyes darting between Annabelle and Harper. Although she had probably been drilled on Annabelle's value, Annabelle supposed it was one thing to hear about it and another to see Harper coo over her. 

"I-I'm sorry," Annabelle squeaked to the giantess.

Harper's eyes widened. "What do you have to be sorry about, Poppy?" 

Annabelle pouted up at the giantess. She blurted, "If I hadn't kept you up all night with my nightmares, then you would've had enough sleep, and you wouldn't have needed coffee and it wouldn't have spilled on your book."

Harper's lip jutted out. "Oh Poppy, it's like totally not your fault. You can't help that you have nightmares, and I don't mind staying up with you."

Annabelle whined, "But Goddess, you were working so hard. I know the test is tomorrow, and I don't want you to feel like you didn't have enough time..."  

Annabelle trailed off when she saw Harper's face crumple. The Shrinkee froze as tears pooled in Harper's eyes. The giantess bit her lip before she burst into sobs. 

It took all Annabelle had to keep her jaw from dropping. Of all the reactions she could have had, Annabelle had not expected Harper to burst into tears. 

Annabelle turned around and saw from Kate's shocked expression, that she had not anticipated the turn of events either. Annabelle figured then was as any time for Kate to leave. She met Kate's dark eyes and mouth the word, "Go."

Kate's eyes flickered from Harper's sobbing form to Annabelle. The servant looked uncertain about leaving her Mistress in such a state. 

Annabelle, frustrated that the girl was missing her opportunity, opened her mouth wider. With more aggression she mouthed, "Go. Now."

Kate blinked. After a tense second, she lifted herself to her feet and speedily, but silently, rushed out the room. 

Annabelle's shoulders relaxed. With Kate gone, she wasn't on edge. 

The Shrinkee stroked Harper's thumb. "Goddess," she said gently, "What's wrong?"

Harper sniffed. She rubbed her eye roughly. "You're right, I was working so hard. I put everything I like had into studying, even though I just want to play with you. I-I just need to pass," she cried. 

Annabelle frowned, "But Goddess," she didn't know how to delicately phrase what she wanted to say, "Um, even if you fail, I don't think the Professor Landon will make you take the class again."

From what Annabelle had gathered from their conversations, Harper's parents had not intervened when she failed STATS the first time, as a way to teach her a lesson. Though Annabelle was certain that if it came to Harper needing to take the class again or graduating with her friends—Annabelle was sure her parents would bail her out.

However, that was apparently not the right thing to say because Harper's sobs became more harrowing. Annabelle's head became damp as several of Harper's salty tears fell onto her. 

The giantess hiccupped, trying to catch her breath. She placed Annabelle on the table.

She sobbed, "I-I know that he won't like fail me, but I just wanted to prove that I could do it. Like I know you think I'm stupid, but I thought if I passed the test, you could see that I'm like not a complete idiot."

Annabelle's heart sank. A distant itching in the back of her brain emerged as Harper cried and her words sank in.

"Goddess why would you think...Goddess I don't think you're stupid. Why would you say that?" Annabelle asked earnestly. Sure she could be airheaded, ditzy, and inarticulate, but Annabelle didn't consider Harper to be stupid.

If she were stupid, she wouldn't have been able to trick Annabelle into shrinking. 

Harper sniffed, "Everyone thinks that." 

"No they don't," Annabelle protested, "I don't." 

Harper shot her a look of incredulous doubt. 

"It's true," Annabelle insisted. "So you're not great at STATS—"

"—Or history, or biology, or English, or—"

"Okay," Annabelle said, "You're not great at school, so what?" 

Harper rubbed her eyes and sniffed, "But you really like school and think it's important. Like you literally love Nell more than me because she like, likes reading."

Annabelle swallowed a sigh, "I don't love Nell more than you, Goddess." Annabelle had underestimated just how insecure Harper was. 

Harper didn't say anything to that, instead she noted, "I just want to be someone you'll be proud to imprint on, not just some stupid bimbo."

Anger that she didn't anticipate took hold of Annabelle. Her eyes inexplicably filled with tears.

"Will you stop calling yourself stupid?" She snapped. 

Harper froze, and looked down at Annabelle, surprised.

Annabelle was too upset to think of the savvy thing to say. "You are obviously not stupid! There are different kinds of intelligence, and just because you can't determine the probability of something doesn't mean I wouldn't be proud to imprint on you! You are like scarily strong and somehow nimble at the same time. You have an insane amount of stamina and you took down Bennet and made it look so easy!" 

Harper stared at Annabelle with wide eyes as the Shrinkee tried to recover her composure. Warmth flooded Annabelle's cheeks. She hadn't meant to say all of that, but she had felt an inexpiable rage when Harper spoke badly of herself.

"You're telling the truth?" Hare asked quietly. 

Annabelle's heart pounded when she looked up at Harper's puffy eyes. The Shrinkee wasn't expecting her to be so vulnerable. 

Annabelle nodded, sighing, "Of course." The Shrinkee added, grumbling, "So can you please not say that you're stupid? I-I...I don't like it."

Annabelle's cheeks were on fire. God what was wrong with her? She knew she shouldn't care about the giantess' feelings, but something in her brain couldn't take it.

Harper nodded and wiped her eyes, "Okay Poppy." She pouted and looked at the much more bare table. She exhaled deeply. "I still wanted to study," she muttered.

Annabelle's gaze landed on Harper's notebook. She walked over to it, feeling Harper's eyes on her. It was so massive, it was surreal to see such a mundane object that she used all the time this close and gigantic. Annabelle tried to push aside the uncanniness of the situation. After a quick glance, Annabelle was able to understand the type of problems Harper was studying. 

She turned to the giantess, who had been staring at her with a strange expression. 

"I can help you, Goddess," Annabelle said. 

Harper's blonde eyebrows raised to her forehead, "Really? I thought well..."

Annabelle furrowed her brow, "What?"

Harper frowned, "A lot of this is from after you got tiny."

Annabelle swallowed her bitterness. She hated that the giantesses continued to talk about about her shrinking in such a passive way, as if they didn't have anything to do with it. 

Annabelle moved past it. "I already know the material," she said.

Harper tilted her head, "How?"

Annabelle froze. There was no way Annabelle was going to tell Harper that Nell had taught her what she'd missed. 

"I took STATS in high school," Annabelle revealed. It wasn't a complete lie. She had taken it during her senior year, but the course had gotten cancelled due to...less than great circumstances. If she had been on track, then she would have taken Calculus 1 during her first semester. 

And she wouldn't have met Harper.

"Then why were you like taking it at Queenston?" Harper asked, breaking Annabelle out of the beginnings of her mind spiral. 

Annabelle didn't have any desire to go over her shitty high school experiences. "There was some issues with my registration paperwork," she lied. 

"Well I'm glad your paperwork got messed up, because it meant that we were like able to meet," Harper said.

Annabelle was prepared to be irritated by Harper's remark, but the small smile she gave Annabelle stifled all of her bitter feelings. 

"Yeah," Annabelle muttered, turning back towards the notebook. "So, yeah, I can help," she declared. 

The unreadable expression returned to Harper's face—although it was slightly more readable. The blonde was conflicted.

"What is it?" Annabelle asked.

Harper bit her bottom lip. "Well, we decided to keep you away from stuff like this."

Annabelle blinked, "Stuff like...?"

Harper explained, "You know, school stuff, books, and other brainy stuff."

Annabelle clenched her fists. She'd expected as much. The Shrinkee had a pretty good idea as to which giantess the idea had stemmed from. Annabelle looked up at Harper, indignant. 

"Goddess, I belong to you. I am yours."

Harper's eyebrows shot up, "W-What?"

"That's what you said, right? That I'm yours while I'm with you? Only yours?"

"Oh," Harper's shoulders slumped, "Yeah, I did."

Annabelle continued, "Then you get to decide what I can do. If you want me to help you study, then I will. It is up to you, not Lea—I mean the other Goddesses." 

Harper leaned back into her chair and sighed. Annabelle watched the gigantic co-ed run her fingers through her hair. The Shrinkee wasn't sure where the blonde would land, but it frustrated her to no end that Harper was the sole decider in something that used to be a daily activity for Annabelle. The Shrinkee wondered how good it would feel to use her brain in that way again. She looked up at Harper, who still appeared conflicted.

Annabelle had to try something. 

"Goddess," Harper said, using her sweetest voice, "It can be like before. I used to help you in class, remember?"

Harper's face melted with adoration. Annabelle knew she'd gotten her. 

"Of course I remember, Poppy," Harper cooed. Her gigantic finger approached Annabelle and caressed her cheek. She smiled softly down at her, "You're right Poppy, you're like totally mine. Like, the others don't have the history that we do. You can help me."

Annabelle beamed up at her captor. "Thank you Goddess!"  

Harper's face brightened at Annabelle's smile. Although her eyes were still red and puffy, she seemed a lot better. Harper scooted her chair closer to the table, shaking Annabelle.

The Shrinkee turned back to the notebook. "So you actually have the basics down, which is the most important part," Annabelle started. She went on to break down each type of problem to its most elementary elements. 

Harper nodded along as Annabelle spoke, taking copious notes. Annabelle formulated some problems, and Harper would attempt to solve them. The servants returned with the amazingly new-appearing textbook, but Harper didn't even glance at it once they set it down. Annabelle continued to guide Harper through dozens and dozens of problems. She didn't even notice the sun had long since went down, until she saw Harper yawn.

Annabelle munched on a piece of chocolate chip cookie that Harper had broken up for her. She checked Harper's solution to a problem one last time.

She swallowed and grinned up at the giantess, who stared anxiously down at her. 

"You did it Goddess," Annabelle announced, "You got all of them correct!"

Harper's eyes went wide. "Really?"

Annabelle nodded, beaming, "See? It's all in the way you think about it."

Harper's plump lips spread into a wide smile, "I can't believe it. Thank you so much, Poppy."

Annabelle shook her head, "This was all you, Goddess. You should have more confidence in yourself, you're really smart—in more ways than one."

Harper's eyes began to water. Annabelle, already having come to expect it, braced herself as Harper scooped her up. The giantess plopped her enormous lips against her.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," Harper squealed. Annabelle was tickled by the vibrations sent through Harper's lips. The giantess's lips pecked against her tiny body for a while, before pulling her away from her mouth.

Annabelle was surprised to find that the usual irritableness that emerged after the giantess smothered her with affection was not present. Instead, there was actually a vague sensation of...pride? She ignored it. She was just using the giantess so she could have an opportunity to exercise her brain.

Harper yawned again, drawing Annabelle's focus to the giantess's chocolate scented mouth.

"Well we should go to bed so I don't, like, sleep through the test," Harper said.

Annabelle nodded and noted, "I think you're going to do well, Goddess."

Harper smiled, "Like I think so too, but even if I don't it's still okay. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm still smart," she beamed.

Annabelle found herself smiling at the giantess. As Harper began to leave the study, and Annabelle had time to think, her stomach adopted a pit. She knew that the giantess didn't deserve any kindness. The Shrinkee could've taught her the wrong material—maybe she should've. But when she looked at how earnest the giantess was being, it really struck Annabelle. 

A distant voice in her head wondered if she was being too hard on the blonde. Wasn't she a victim of her parent's ideals? 

The Shrinkee pinched herself.

No.

What was she thinking? The giantesses didn't deserve her sympathy—the people they killed and enslaved deserved her sympathy. Tutoring Harper had been more for Annabelle's benefit than Harper's. She was just using her.

Harper's voice pierced through Annabelle's thoughts, "I know you haven't imprinted yet Poppy, but I literally can't wait. Maybe then you'll be able to understand how much I love you."

Annabelle ignored her pounding heart. This was not a sweet moment. She was using her.

Nothing more.

-- 

Annabelle's body pulsated with dull aches. She stared up at the ceiling of Harper's bedroom. She was thankful for the giantess' soft thigh that she lay on while she recuperated. It was a chore to even blink.

The results for the exam had been sent out swiftly. Surpassing even Annabelle's expectations, Harper had received a 90%. The Shrinkee had told herself she wasn't concerned with Harper's results, but her heart had leapt when the blonde revealed her grade.

Though her joy was instantly snuffed out when Harper transferred her excitement about getting an "A" into a masturbation marathon in which she used Annabelle with such vigor that even after a warm bath, she was still sore and exhausted.

Annabelle hardly registered what Harper was doing. She rolled over to her side to see the giantess fiddling with a box that had been brought to her by a suit. From what Annabelle could gather, it contained a few of Harper's belongings from the off-campus house the giantesses lived in. 

Annabelle's body groaned as she sat up. She watched Harper lift the box's top open. The Shrinkee's breath turned shallow when the giantess dumped the contents onto the bed in between her crisscrossed legs. Annabelle's eyes were glued onto the items that were scattered in between Harper's legs.

She sat, rigid as she took in the dozens upon dozens of photos of her—pre-shrunken. They were candid shots of her doing various things—taking notes in class, studying in the campus library, walking to her dorm. 

Annabelle's blood turned into ice. 

"What the fuck?" She muttered under her breath, horrified. 

Harper began straightening the photos and organizing them. She wore a bright smile that sent chills down Annabelle's spine.

"Isn't this great?" She chirped, "You're like so pretty in all of these."

Annabelle swallowed, attempting to keep her horror from her face. 

"Um," she tried to start, but her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, "Goddess, um when did you take these pictures of me?"

Harper smiled down at her, seemingly oblivious to Annabelle's troubled feelings.

"Just here and there, Poppy. I printed these out from my phone. I didn't take as much as I wanted though," Harper revealed.

Annabelle had no words. She was beyond disturbed. 

Harper continued, "You never noticed, even when we used to sit next to each other in class. It was so cute how focused you used to get. I liked watching you take notes. Your nose used to scrunch up in the most adorable way. You know, you did it when you were helping me study the other night too." 

The giantess prattled on, squealing about the kind of person Annabelle had been before she'd stolen her life. Annabelle's disgust began to rise. Annabelle knew that Harper had an insane crush on her, but the co-ed was apparently a full-blown stalker. 

There was something Annabelle still couldn't understand.

"G-Goddess?" Annabelle squeaked, still trying to get her voice to cooperate with her.

Harper's smile widened, "Yes, my perfect widdle Poppy?"

Annabelle forced herself to maintain eye contact with Harper's massive blue eyes. 

"I know you mentioned that you liked that I let you borrow my textbook on the first day of class—"

"Uh huh! I always knew from the start that you were so like amazing and like so generous and—"

"Goddess!" Annabelle squeaked, cutting the giantess off before she went on another tangent. Harper allowed her to finish, as she beamed down at her, "I just don't understand why you were so impressed by that. Anyone in that class probably would've let you borrow their book—they probably would've given it for you to keep. Why were you so obsess—I mean interested in me?"

Harper's eyes drifted to the side as she considered Annabelle's question. She was surprisingly quiet, until Annabelle found herself being gently grabbed by the giantess. The blonde held her in her palm and lifted her to her face. 

Annabelle grimaced as Harper's gigantic face filled her vision. The beautiful co-ed looked down at her.

"Poppy, I didn't like fall in love with you just because you're cute and you let me borrow your textbook," Harper said, suddenly serious.

"...Okay?"

Harper explained, "Poppy, I'm so used to people staring at me when I walk into a room, but on that day I was like nervous."

Annabelle blinked. "Why?" She inquired. Like the other giantesses, Harper never seemed fazed by the attention she received. 

Annabelle was surprised to see color emerge onto Harper's cheeks. Harper sighed, creating a gust of wind for Annabelle. 

"I was taking STATS again, and I just..." she trailed off before she blurted suddenly, "I don't care what moths think—really I don't Poppy, but I just didn't want to deal with the stares that day." 

She sucked in a mouthful of air and released it over Annabelle. Her smile reappeared. 

"But when I walked into the room, you kept you eyes on your textbook," Harper said, "That's why I wanted to sit next to you. I was like curious. I thought maybe you just didn't see me. But then I asked if I could take the seat next to you and you looked up at me—god your eyes were so pretty—but you only looked at me for like a second, and Poppy no one ever does that—you didn't even look at me again. You just nodded and looked back at your book."

Annabelle was silent. For the life of her, she couldn't remember that moment at all. All her memories of Harper as a classmate were vague at best. Annabelle's pre-shrunken memories of Harper were mostly of her helping her with math problems throughout the class. Annabelle truly didn't think of Harper more than the girl who sat next to her and sometimes needed her help.

Harper continued, "You were so focused on your book, I thought it was like the most important thing to you. So when I asked to borrow it, I wasn't even sure if you were going to say yes, but you, like, did. You didn't even think about it."

Annabelle swallowed a groan. She was making it bigger deal than it needed to be, "Goddess, I told you, I had a free copy of the textbook on my phone—"

"That's not the point, Poppy," Harper insisted, "You like let me borrow your book, and then you just took it back after I was done. You didn't even ask for anything."

Annabelle's eyebrows shot up, incredulous, "What would I have asked for? All you did was borrow a book."

Harper's face melted, "See? This is what I mean. Poppy, you don't understand how special you like even are. Most people would've asked me to follow them on Snapgram, or asked to come to a party—"

"I'm not on social media and I don't like parties—"

"That's not the point, Poppy. You didn't ask me for anything. I even waited until the next class too, but you still didn't ask for anything," Harper said.

Annabelle frowned. Her stomach twisted at the thought of Harper always expecting someone to want something from her. If that was how everyone treated the giantesses then she understood why they called them moths. Although she didn't agree with the term—she understood it. All Annabelle had done was let Harper use a book that she didn't particularly need at that exact moment.

That was all it had taken for Harper to latch onto her. 

"Goddess," Annabelle sighed, sitting up in Harper's hand. She wasn't exactly sure how to navigate the conversation. There was so much she wanted to say, but it was futile to talk to sense into the giantesses.

Harper's smile faded, "What's wrong, Poppy?" She placed a gentle finger on her cheek. 

Annabelle grabbed the gigantic finger and slowly pushed it from her person. The Shrinkee grimaced. 

"Goddess," Annabelle said again, "I think you have this idea of me that's..." she shook her head as she trailed off. 

Harper's face softened with concern. "Poppy?" She prompted gently.

Annabelle scrunched up her face. "I didn't ask you for anything, because I don't ask anyone for anything," she attempted to explain.

"But like I know that! You weren't a moth, even before you got small. If anything, I was like your moth," Harper said. 

Annabelle looked up into the giantess' adoring bright blue eyes. The Shrinkee wrapped her arms around herself. Her eyes lowered to Harper's palm.

"I don't understand you," she muttered, thinking Harper couldn't hear her. Surprisingly, the blonde frowned, picking up on Annabelle's words.

"What do you mean?"

Annabelle glanced up at Harper before turning away. Her gaze was too intense, and suddenly Annabelle found herself embarrassed. 

"No one else has ever..." The Shrinkee's cheeks burned as she spoke. "Even if I didn't ask you for anything after you borrowed my book, I don't get why you would still be interested in me...at least in that way," Annabelle murmured. 

Annabelle looked back up at Harper when she felt her eyes boring into her. The giantess looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and sadness. 

Her voice was low and heavy. "What did they do to you at that school?" Harper breathed. 

Annabelle's cheeks burned hotter. She knew she was broken, but she hated it when others could see it too. 

She warbled, trying to backtrack. "N-Nothing I—"

"Poppy," Harper declared, "I need you to like get this: I loved you back then. I love you now. I will always love you."

Annabelle's entire face was on fire. Her heart pounded away in her chest. She quickly lowered her gaze to her fidgeting hands. Annabelle tried to calm herself. 

Harper was a monster. She killed people. She ate people. 

SHE LOVES US. OUR GODDESS WILL ALWAYS LOVE US.

Annabelle's head was starting to hurt. She wanted to get away to sort out her thoughts—or to not think at all, but it was difficult to do with Harper's massive face hovering over her. She still wore an expression of utter sincerity that made it difficult for Annabelle to think straight.

Annabelle's perspective shifted when Harper repositioned herself onto her stomach. Disregarding the box and the photos entirely, Harper set Annabelle against her pillow and allowed her gigantic blue eyes to drink up the Shrinkee's entire being. 

Annabelle couldn't ignore Harper's strong vanilla scent. It was everywhere on the bed.

Harper's enormous face was only a few inches from Annabelle. Her arms leaned against the pillow, essentially trapping Annabelle between them. The Shrinkee wanted to look away, but Harper's beautiful face was too big to turn from. It also didn't help that her massive breasts were pressed against the mattress, displaying her gigantic cleavage to the Shrinkee.

"Poppy," the giantess hummed, her booming voice was melodic and as gentle as a giantess could speak, "Do you believe in fate?"

Annabelle swallowed. She couldn't even try to talk. She shook her head slowly.

Harper's plump lips turned into a soft smile. "I didn't either before I met you," she said. "You changed my life, Poppy. Every time we had class, I would be so excited to sit next to you, to sneak little glances of you, to take pictures of you. I couldn't get enough. You just always seemed so far away, even when we spoke, it was like you weren't really looking at me. But now..."

She surprised Annabelle by pressing her gigantic lips against the Shrinkee. Annabelle was completely smothered by the soft pillows.

As quickly as she kissed her, Harper pulled away. 

"You're mine," she grinned. Her eyes gleamed with delight. "I have you. You belong to me," she beamed. Annabelle watched, scared, but also enthralled, as Harper buried her face into the mattress and released a gleeful squeal into the bedding. Annabelle shook as the giantess excitedly kicked against the bed. Harper lifted her head from the bed and erupted into manic giggles.

She eventually calmed herself down for the most part, but her wide smile remained on her face. 

"I think that's fate," Harper declared. "The fact that we sat next to each other in class, the fact that we ran into each other on your birthday, the fact that you told me you were a Shrinkee literally a day before the extermination. If even one of those things hadn't happened, we wouldn't be here right now—that has to be fate, Poppy."

Annabelle let her words hit her. Of course, Annabelle had thought the same things, but with more of a slow realization of horror and despair.  

Harper kissed her again, her gigantic lips becoming Annabelle's world. The kiss lingered longer than before. Annabelle closed her eyes. Harper's lips were so soft. The vanilla sent was so intoxicating. 

When she pulled back, Annabelle found herself disappointed. She knew the feeling was wrong, but her brain felt fuzzy.

Harper's wide smile filled Annabelle's vision. "We are going to spend the rest of our lives together, and I am going to give you so much love, you're like gonna go crazy," Harper assured. 

LOVE. JUST AS YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED. EMBRACE OUR FATE.

Annabelle's brain was buzzing. Everything was making so much sense. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? To be loved?

But was this love?

No. She wouldn't lose herself again. 

Annabelle blinked. "You don't love me." The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.

Harper's smiled dropped. "What?"

"This isn't love—if it was love you wouldn't have used my secret against me," Annabelle said. The more she spoke, the more she felt like her brain was defogging. 

Harper's features twisted at Annabelle's words. "Are you talking about when you told me you were a Shrinkee? I wasn't using that against you, I was just—"

Annabelle sat up, frustration building in her. "Harper, I'd never told anyone that before. I had never said those words in my life, but I said them to you."

"I know and that's why—"

Annabelle ranted on. The frustration was turning into something else. "It didn't matter why I said it, or what I was thinking, or what was happening when I said it—the point is I said it," she continued. 

Harper looked down at her silently with sad eyes.

Annabelle wasn't deterred by the giantess' puppy dog eyes. She narrowed her own eyes up at the gigantic co-ed. "And within the same fucking hour you were telling me to come to your slaughter session," Annabelle scoffed.

Annabelle laughed harshly, "Did you even consider not killing me? Or was the entire time I was dumping my guts out to you were you just debating whether to step on me or crush me with your boobs?"

Harper's lip trembled. "Poppy, no I love—"

"If you really loved me, you wouldn't be threatening my Dad's life just to get me to stay with you. If you really loved me you wouldn't be harassing my friends. If you really love me you wouldn't have taken my fucking virginity without my consent! If you really—"

Annabelle's tirade was cut off when Harper abruptly sat up. Her body turned rigid. She looked down at Annabelle with saucers for eyes.

"What?" She breathed. 

Harper's horrified features tapered Annabelle's anger. The Shrinkee was stumped as to why the giantess reacted so strongly.

"You...I...that was like your first time?" Harper whispered. 

Harper's eyes bore into the Shrinkee. Annabelle blinked. Of all the things the Shrinkee listed, that was something she thought Harper wouldn't have even registered. 

Annabelle answered the giantess nodding, tentatively.

Harper gasped. Her giant hands flew over her gaping mouth. Her eyes were huge as they looked down at Annabelle. 

She attempted to speak. "Poppy I—" Her voice cracked before she could get out anything more. Without warning, the blonde launched herself from the bed. In all her massive height, Harper gaped down at Annabelle from above. Her face twisted with what Annabelle could only describe as guilt and shock. 

"I..." She tried to speak again. Her voice died out. The giantess' turned her body and rushed out of the room, her thundering footfalls shaking Annabelle as she retreated. 

Annabelle's widened eyes were stuck on the bedroom door Harper had slammed behind her. She...had not been expecting that.

Did she honestly feel guilty for abusing Annabelle at the first chance she got? Was she angry she didn't savor the moment more? Or was she actually guilt-ridden over her actions?

Annabelle shook her head. She didn't think any of the giantesses could actually feel guilt. She doubted they were capable of it.

Annabelle frowned and sank back onto the pillow. There was no way to know what the giantess was truly thinking. All she knew was that she had never seen Harper make that face before. The Shrinkee sighed and leaned her head into Harper's pillow. 

She didn't even have a chance to finish venting to Harper before the blonde freaked out. She supposed it was for the best, she didn't even know the next thing that was going to come out of her mouth. Of all the giantesses, Harper was the least "punishing", but she didn't want to risk being shoved into the blonde's cleavage. 

Annabelle's eyelids grew heavy. She was still spent from the earlier vigorous masturbation session. The Shrinkee didn't know when Harper would return, but she figured she'd rest while she could. Who knew what mood the giantess would be in when she returned? It was obvious to Annabelle that she couldn't predict their moves as well as she'd thought.

--

Annabelle woke to knocking on Harper's bedroom door. 

The Shrinkee's eyes fluttered open. The room had become dark, only the moonlight illuminated the bedroom. The door opened, but instead of Harper, a servant appeared in the door way. She was older, with long gray hair pinned up in a neat bun. 

Still, she was a giant. Annabelle instinctively scooted back as the servant approached the bed. Her footfalls echoed in the empty room. Annabelle could hardly see her face, but from what she could see, the woman appeared impassive. 

When she reached the bed, Annabelle realized she held a small golden plate in her hands. She placed it against the edge of the bed.

Annabelle stared up at her, confused.

The servant explained, "Your Goddess requests your company."

Annabelle blinked. She was certain the servant was legitimate. The Abbot residence seemed secure, and it didn't look as though the servant had ulterior motives. Even so, she had no clue what Harper was planning. 

The servant's fingers whitened as her grip tightened. Annabelle noticed that although she was expressionless, the servant's eyes housed a gleam of fear. The Shrinkee grimaced. Not entertaining Harper with whatever it was she was planning, would most likely result in a painful consequence for the servant. 

Annabelle braced herself and trudged over to the plate. A pink dress lay on the edge. Annabelle's eyes flickered from the dress to the servant. The servant nodded without a word.

Annabelle sighed and began to undress. The servant immediately turned around, no doubt a direct order from Harper. Annabelle quickly donned the dress as the servant faced her once again, and lowered the plate.

The servant appeared noticeably relieved as Annabelle's bare feet connected with the cold gold plate. Annabelle sat down in the plate's center. The servant raised her, and began walking out the bedroom. 

The servant carried her through the mansion until she reached a hallway. Annabelle's jaw slightly dropped when she took in the view in front of her. Candles aligned against the walls of the hallway. Their flames created small shadows that danced along the hallway's high walls. The hallway led to a glass sliding door. It was open, allowing the crisp night air to tickle Annabelle's nose. 

Though it was the floor itself that Annabelle couldn't look away from. Leading up to the sliding door was a path of daises. The floor was absolutely covered with them. The servant slowed her pace as she walked through the hallway. Annabelle was sure it was to give her time to appreciate the decorations. The Shrinkee didn't mind, she was in awe.

When they reached the end of the hallway, the servant set the plate down in front of the glass sliding door's doorway.

Annabelle took in her surroundings and almost forgot how to breathe. She was on a huge balcony. Fairy lights and lanterns lit up the area with a soft and warm glow. In the middle of the balcony was a magnificent picnic spread. Then of course, was Harper. 

Despite the amazing decorations and food, Annabelle's eyes were glued to the giantess. She was dressed up beautifully. Her blonde hair was pinned up, and silver earrings dangled from her ears. She wore fancy looking blouse with generous cleavage and a skirt that hugged her curves.

Annabelle jumped as she heard the glass door close behind her. Annabelle spun around just as the servant closed the door. 

"O-Oh, uh thank you!" Annabelle called out, but the servant had already begun walking away. 

"Poppy," Harper's voice beckoned. Annabelle turned around to face the giantess. The blonde lay on her side, most likely due to her tight skirt. The giantess patted a spot right beside her. 

Annabelle inhaled the fresh night air and headed towards Harper. Her gaze turned upwards. The stars were so clear. She wanted to just stop and stare.

"If you're worried about bugs, Dr. Sano made a spray that keeps them away. We use it all over our houses," Harper explained.

Annabelle hadn't considered bugs, but she appreciated Dr. Sano's ingenuity. The Shrinkee nodded and made her way over to the picnic blanket. She could tell it was expensive the second her feet touched the fabric. 

Harper's smile widened as Annabelle sat down.

"You look really pretty tonight—well like you always look pretty—but you look really pretty Harper said.

Annabelle gave her a stiff smile, "Yeah, you too, Goddess." 

The giantess giggled, delighted, "Thank you Poppy."

A quiet pause entered between them. Annabelle looked around awkwardly. "Um Goddess? What's all of this about?" Annabelle asked.

Harper's smile dimmed. She was quiet for a moment. Her blue eyes gazed out across the ridiculous amount of the Abbot's land. At a certain point, the light from the balcony failed to illuminate the distant green fields, but it looked like it spanned on forever. 

Harper's gaze returned to Annabelle. 

"Poppy, I want to say sorry."

Annabelle actually did stop breathing this time around.

No.

She couldn't just do that. She couldn't apologize after destroying her life. A picnic wasn't going to bring back the people she killed. 

"Poppy?" Harper called. Her voice brought Annabelle back into the moment. The Shrinkee took the chance to inhale. Annabelle closed her eyes and took a moment before she reopened them.

"What are you sorry for?" Annabelle asked, the bitterness seeping from her voice.

Harper bit down on her lip, "I didn't know that was your first time. I should've asked, but I just, like, assumed." 

Annabelle retorted, "And if you did know? Would you have stopped yourself?"

Harper's eyes lowered to the blanket, "I would've made it special."

Annabelle took a deep breath and let it go. There was no way Harper would ever see what she truly did wrong. The giantess would never understand what she did as assaulting Annabelle, because she didn't see Annabelle as a person. There was no point in arguing. 

"Can I have some ham, Goddess?" Annabelle asked.

She might as well enjoy some delicious food if she was going to be forced to attend a "Sorry my raping you wasn't more romantic" picnic. 

"Of course," Harper said, coming back to life. She plucked a tiny piece of the ham and held it out to Annabelle. The Shrinkee ate it without hesitation. It was amazing, as expected. 

"Did you like the daises, Poppy? It was, like, hard to cut all the stems from the flower parts, but I think it turned out okay." 

Annabelle quickly swallowed her ham. "Wait, you scattered the daises there yourself?" Annabelle probed, eyebrows raised. 

Harper nodded, popping the rest of the ham into her mouth. "Yeah, I had to call two different florists to get that many, but they're your favorite so—"

"Why didn't you ask one of the people who work for your family to do it?" Annabelle asked. The thought of Harper actually sitting for hours cutting daises was incomprehensible. Everything the giantesses did for her, they did through the resources of the BSA—whether that was a monetary fund or manual labor. 

Harper frowned through her chewing, "Poppy, this is an apology from me. How else are you gonna know I'm, like, sorry?"

"So you set up this entire thing?" Annabelle interrogated. 

Harper nodded before stopping herself, "Well, like obviously not the food. But everything else, yeah."

Annabelle's heart pounded. Why? Why would she put in so much effort?

Harper sighed, "I can like literally see what you're thinking, Poppy. This is nothing. If I had to make the whole world from scratch for you, then I, like, totally would."

Annabelle's face burned from Harper's words. For a moment, Harper's chewing was the only sound on the balcony.  

"Goddess," Annabelle asked, her fingers fiddling with each other. Her mouth was moving before her brain could stop her. "I remembered that Goddess Naomi said you get crushes a lot. How do you know what you feel for me is more than just a crush that could end at any second."

Annabelle forced herself to meet Harper's eyes. The giantess stared down at her in utter bewilderment. She blinked and shook her head.

Her face darkened, "I know you don't like me talking about this Poppy, so I'll say it, like, once and then I won't bring it up for the rest of the night, but when I find the people who like ruined your self-esteem in high school, I will make sure each and every one of them gets what they deserve."

Annabelle's face twisted, "Goddess..."

"I know, I know, Poppy, I'm just saying," she said defensively. She sighed, "I don't know how to, like, explain this to you. Do you know how like I love it when you're in my pussy?"

Annabelle paled at Harper's crass word choice, but nodded.

"Well, it feels better than when I'm having sex with a guy or girl—like a normal-sized person. But when I'm just talking to you, like right now, it's better than all of those feelings combined."

Annabelle's entire face was warm. She had no words.

Harper continued, "It's true that I used to get crushes easily. I mean even when the girls and me were growing up, I was the first one of us to like someone, and then the first one of us to have sex. When my boobs grew, everyone in school joked how I was going to be like this huge slut."

"That's terrible," Annabelle frowned. 

Harper shook her head dismissively, "It was, like, true though."

Annabelle looked up at her with surprise. 

Harper smirked down at her, shockingly causing Annabelle's heart to beat faster. "There's nothing wrong with being a slut, Poppy. I mean, I would hate for anyone to call you that, because it's not true, and they're like just trying to make you feel bad. But me? I'm okay with it. I like sex, like, really like it. And when I'm with you, it just drives me crazy. Like right now a part of me just wants to shove you inside of me."

"Oh."

"But a bigger part of me wants to keep talking to you. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I never really want to talk to any of my crushes—I want to fuck them. But with you Poppy, I just want to like stare at you and never let you out of my sight. Like, I miss you when I blink. I want all of you all the time," Harper explained. 

Annabelle swallowed. Harper was intense, but she already knew that. Annabelle also knew that the giantess truly believed she loved her. What Annabelle hadn't known was that Harper may have actually loved her. 

Before everything had gone to shit, Annabelle's father used to tell her and Beth how he knew he loved their mom. 

He'd said, "I used to go to bed at night excited that I would get wake up next to her."  

Harper's words reminded her of her father. 

Annabelle didn't know what to take from that. She didn't believe in love. When it came down to it, under stress, most people abandoned their love just as quickly as they adopted it. 

But Harper—Harper was staring at her like she hung the stars in the sky. It made the Shrinkee extremely uncomfortable, but also...warm.

Annabelle was tired of thinking. Her eyes drifted to the sky. It was filled with more stars than Annabelle had seen in a while. They must've been in the country side. The country always had the best view of starts.

That had been the only good think about living in such a small rural town. Annabelle never struggled to get a good view of constellations. 

"You were an Astronomy major, right?" 

Annabelle flinched. She wasn't expecting that from the giantess. The Shrinkee wasn't sure if she had told Harper before she was shrunken and the giantess remembered, or if the blonde read the information the BSA had dug on her. Either way, it surprised Annabelle to hear that question from Harper.

"Y-Yeah," she answered.

"Are there, like, any star shapes out right now?" Harper inquired.

Annabelle furrowed her brow, "Constellations? You don't see them?"

The blonde shook her head, "I could never, like, tell. When our families went on vacation together, all of the other girls could see them, but I never could. They all kind of just look like little shiny dots to me."

Annabelle considered her words. She explained, "Okay yeah, but some dots are shinier than others, and they like to stay near each other. You know how you say that you and the other Goddesses have light, and other people are moths trying to be near your light?"

"Yeah," She replied. 

"Well, think of constellations as you Goddesses, and the other stars as moths. So like how you Goddesses are always together, the stars that make up constellations are together," Annabelle explained. 

Harper's eyes widened, "Wait, that, like, actually makes sense." The giantess raised her finger and pointed to the night sky. "There! That's an 'M' right?" She squealed. 

Annabelle couldn't help but smile. She loved teaching people about anything relating to space. "Yeah, that's Cassiopeia."

"Cassiopeia?"

"Mmhmm, she was a queen who was punished by being sent to the heavens for boasting about her beauty."

"That's stupid," Harper noted.

Annabelle raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"If they wanted to punish her, then why would they put her in a place where, like, everyone can see her beauty?" Harper said.

Annabelle shrugged, "I mean that's a good point. The best way to kill someone's confidence is to make them hide away."

Harper didn't say anything for a while. The silence gave Annabelle an opportunity to wonder what the fuck she was doing. 

She didn't know what it was about being with the giantess one-on-one that allowed her to have a conversation with her without remembering that she killed hundreds, if not thousands of people. Staying with the giantess day in and day out was weighing on her. Annabelle clenched her fists. She shouldn't have to keep reminding herself that Harper was evil. 

Harper suddenly spoke. "When you imprint on me, I'm going to show you off to everyone on this planet. I want everyone to see just how amazing you are," she declared.

Annabelle remained silent. She cradled her knees to her chest. 

God, she wished Harper was as cruel to her as she was to other Shrinkees. 

After years being alone, tormented, and scorned, there was a small part of Annabelle that was desperate to just ignore the giantess' evil acts and fully accept her love—for however long that loved lasted. 

Harper's face blocked out Annabelle's view of the stars as she moved closer to her. Her giant body shifted until she was on her stomach.

"Poppy, I...I want a redo," Harper said, "Of our first time together."

Annabelle's heart pounded. She had a feeling that was where the giantess' head was at. 

"I'm going to kiss you now," she announced. 

Annabelle looked up at the giantess as her massive lips grew closer. She closed her eyes. Fighting was pointless, but if she was being honest, she was really flattered by the amount of effort Harper put into the picnic—enough that she didn't really feel like struggling against her. She could count on one hand the number of people who had worked as hard as Harper to show her love.

With a tenderness that made Annabelle shudder, Harper's huge lips pressed against Annabelle's body.

"I love you, Poppy," Harper whispered, causing tremors to move through Annabelle. Harper's lips kissed her body again. Annabelle sank into its softness. Her vanilla scent mixed in with the crisp air. A gust of warm air washed over Annabelle as Harper's mouth opened. 

The giantess slowly dragged her tongue from Annabelle's head to her nether region. Annabelle was coated in the blonde's saliva. The giantess' pink beast slinked underneath the Shrinkees dress. Harper moaned, shooting vibrations to Annabelle's crotch before she even felt the tongue. 

Harper's slimy tongue slithered against her crotch. Annabelle moaned and grabbed the sides of Harper's face. Harper took her time licking the outside of Annabelle's slit. She was torturous with how slow she was being. Annabelle whimpered and thrusted her crotch against Harper's tongue. Harper's muffled girlish giggles sent electricity into Annabelle's pussy. The Shrinkee whined again.

"Do you want me inside of you Poppy?" Harper giggled, her laughter full of lust. 

Annabelle, in the thralls of stalled arousal nodded desperately.

"Beg me," Harper demanded with a grin, "Tell your Goddess how much you want it."

"P-Please Goddess Harper, I need it."

"Need what?"

"I need your tongue inside me," Annabelle pleaded to the gigantic co-ed.

"Who owns you Poppy?"

"You do, Goddess!"

"Only me?"

"Yes!" Annabelle moaned, "Just you!"

"And your pussy? Who owns that?"

"You Goddess! Every part of me is yours!" Annabelle gasped.

Harper moaned as she slipped her tongue into the Shrinkee's gushing pussy. Annabelle threw her head back and yelped. The giantess' tongue wiggled around exploring every inch of her pussy.

Annabelle screamed as Harper alternated between lapping at her clit and twisting her insides with her pink beast. The Shrinkee felt the giantess shift. Quickly, Harper began moaning in the way she did when she was touching herself. Harper continued to move inside of Annabelle until the giantess' breaths became more shallow and heavy. 

"I-I'm cumming Poppy," Harper moaned. 

Annabelle nodded, she was almost there too. Harper intensified her attack. Annabelle unleashed a guttural scream as Harper focused on her clit. In almost no time, Annabelle's pussy erupted as a new wave of pleasure engulfed her. Her body buzzed with electricity as she came, hard. At the same time, the giantess's mouth froze in an "O" and her body stiffened. 

Harper's huge body rolled over onto her back. The giantess was panting almost as hard as Annabelle. The Shrinkee's body twitched as small waves of pleasure continued to wash over her. 

"I love you, Poppy," Harper breathed. 

Annabelle, still in post-coital bliss, nodded along. She was fighting off the harsh truths of reality for the moment. She didn't feel like being weighed down with shame and guilt. She could worry about imprinting, and fighting off the BSA later. She just wanted to look at the stars. 

So that was what she did.