"Shush, shush, it's almost over, Poppy," Naomi reassured. 

Annabelle didn't know why she was crying. There was no point being upset. To be upset, she had to be disappointed that something was bad happening. And to be disappointed, she had to have believe that things would one day not suck. 

Naomi's gigantic fingers held her body down. Her massive thumb pressed Annabelle's head against the cold white table, while her oversized finger held her torso still.

From her peripheral, Annabelle was able to see the enormous syringe in her exposed neck. The sharp pain of the needle pierced through her neck. 

The Shrinkee shrieked and attempted to wrangle herself from Naomi's fingers, but the giantess only applied more pressure to steady her.

"Hold her still," Dr. Sano ordered. 

"I'm trying," Naomi hissed back at her mother. In a much gentler voice, the giantess soothed Annabelle, "It's okay Poppy, just a few more seconds."

Annabelle continued to scream as Dr. Sano pressed down on the syringe's plunger, emptying its contents into her neck. 

The Shrinkee felt a substantial amount of pressure from the syringe. Dr. Sano finally removed the needle from her neck. 

Annabelle could already feel her skin begin to heal from the spot the needle had punctured her.

Naomi's fingers pulled away from her, but not before quickly returning to stroke her back as she sat up on the table. 

"See, all done," Naomi said gently. 

Although a massive part of Annabelle wanted to grab onto Naomi's finger and allow herself to be consoled, the more rational part of her knew that she should be grieving the loss of the last bit of hope she had. 

Annabelle leaned away from the giantess' gentle touching and wrapped her arms around herself. She forced herself to stop her tears.  

Naomi pouted at Annabelle's sulking, but didn't attempt to pet her again. Instead she sighed and turned to her mother. 

"Did it work?" She asked. 

Annabelle peeked at Dr. Sano through the tears in her eyes. The lab they were in was smaller than Annabelle had expected. The Shrinkee was sure it was only one of many labs Dr. Sano ran. This lab only was able to fit an almost blindingly white lab table that Annabelle sat on, a few cabinets that held equipment that looked like it cost double of the average Queenston tuition, and another table with gadgets scattered on top of it.

Naomi had covered her with her hand on the way to the lab so Annabelle wasn't exactly where they were in the Sano's mansion, but the Shrinkee could've sworn she heard the beeping of multiple password protected doors. Wherever they were, it was far from accessible for the average person. 

Dr. Sano fiddled with one of the many gadgets on the table as she answered her daughter. 

"We're about to find out," she said, her eyes glued to the rectangular device she held in her slender hands. 

The device beeped, revealing a screen on its front. Naomi rushed over to her mother, her gigantic foot steps shaking the table Annabelle was wallowing on top of.

For a few silent moments Annabelle could only hear the giants' breathing. Suddenly, the lab erupted with cheers.

"Fuck yeah," Naomi celebrated, while her mother laughed out a loud, "Amazing!"

Annabelle flinched from the loud noises. She watched the mother-daughter duo rejoice over the solidifying of her captivity. 

Dr. Sano pointed to the device's screen. "See, it has multiple scanning settings to search for her location. You can go as distant as to search by country, then state, county, district, neighborhood, building, floor...right until she's close enough that you can use the radar to show where she is within the room," Dr. Sano explained. 

She lifted the evil device and listened as it began to beep. Of course they headed straight for Annabelle. Their thunderous footsteps sent shivers down Annabelle's back. The two massive women wore wide smiles as the beeping grew louder. 

It wasn't long until the device—and its users—loomed over Annabelle. Its beeping threatened to deafen the Shrinkee.  

Thankfully, Dr. Sano turned it off. She grinned down at Annabelle, bearing all of her ginormous teeth. Annabelle wrapped her arms around herself tighter.

"Absolutely perfect," Dr. Sano said, praising herself.

Naomi's smile somehow grew wider. Her wide eyes gleamed as she turned to her mother. "So she's chipped now?" She asked, giddy.

Annabelle bit down on her lip. She focused on keeping her tears from falling again. She hadn't dared to dream of escaping in weeks, but the option was now solidly crossed out from the the realm of possibility. 

Dr. Sano nodded, placing the device down onto the table. Annabelle slightly jerked as the giant tracker was set near her. 

"It was a success. It even picks up a signal in here, despite all of the preventative measures we take to block that sort of thing," Dr. Sano noted.

Suddenly, Annabelle's world was Naomi's hands.  She was scooped up in the giantess' palms. An intense lavender scent drifted into Annabelle's nostrils. Naomi's beautiful, ginormous face appeared in front of her. Her bright, white teeth were displayed as the punk-rock giantess grinned at the Shrinkee.

"Did you hear that Poppy? No one can ever take you away from me again," she said, beaming. 

A dense hopelessness threatened to overwhelm Annabelle. She pushed back the feeling. There was no point in allowing herself to despair. She just had to focus on keeping her father safe, and preventing herself from imprinting. 

Naomi tickled Annabelle's side with her massive pointed finger. Annabelle was forced to laugh from the black painted finger nail. Naomi's face brightened. 

"You—" The familiar cooing of the co-ed was abruptly cut off as the punk-rock giantess stopped herself. 

Naomi's brown eyes flickered over to her mother, who was regarding the giantess with the slightest of amused smiles.

Quickly Naomi pulled Annabelle away from her face. She cleared her throat as her resting bitch face replaced her adoring expression. 

"Thanks Mom," Naomi muttered. The giantess started to leave when Dr. Sano stopped her. 

"Remember some people from advertising are coming over today," she said, "I need you and Penelope to join us for their pitch."

Naomi's face darkened. Annabelle felt her captor's gigantic fingers twitch around her small body.

"Mom, you can't be serious," Naomi groaned.

Dr. Sano sighed, "Naomi, this is for the company. Remember we support each other in this family."

"I just got Poppy," Naomi protested, "And those brown-nosers' are so annoying." 

Dr. Sano narrowed her eyes at her daughter. "Naomi," was all she said. 

Apparently that was all she needed to say. Naomi relented. The giant co-ed tightened her fingers around Annabelle's body.

"Fine," she huffed. 

Once again, Naomi turned to leave, and once again she was stopped by her mother. 

"And don't forgot you made a bargain with me, young lady," Dr. Sano said with pursed lips. When Naomi looked at her questionably, she sighed and clarified, "Your Shrinkee's blood. You wagered your Shrinkee's blood and lost."

Annabelle paled. That awful bet seemed like a lifetime ago. So many hideous things had happened since then, the Shrinkee had forgotten that her captors had easily gambled away her blood. 

Naomi's face contorted with a combination of disgust and annoyance, but she only rolled her eyes. "Fine," the giantess said again, "But later. I haven't had a literal second to spend with Poppy."

Dr. Sano already turned back to her desk of gadgets. "Okay honey, but make sure you put her away before they arrive," Dr. Sano said.

Naomi only grunted as she finally walked out the lab. The giantess didn't ease up on her grip at all. Despite her irritation, Naomi remembered to shift her fingers so they completely covered Annabelle's tiny body, blocking her from seeing anything.  

Annabelle didn't understand why the BSA still hid information from her. It wasn't as though she could do anything to stop them. Even if someone were to believe her, there was no way to get help—especially since  her body now hosted the most effective tracking device she'd ever seen. 

It was different from the government issued tracking devices all Shrinkees got when they were registered to someone without HDD. The tracker was powerful. It was also no doubt illegal—not that had stopped the BSA before.

The Shrinkee had noticed the lab Dr. Sano had inserted the tracker in had been relatively small. Annabelle was certain the billionaire scientist had more labs around somewhere—and they were probably buzzing with illegal activity. She remembered the Shrinkees she'd seen the night she'd first met the giantesses' parents. They spoken of a lab that seemed to haunt them. The lab Annabelle had just come from was definitely one of many. 

Annabelle slumped in Naomi's fist. She had no desire to discover more of the BSA's secrets. She had no desire for anything at all. Truthfully, the Shrinkee's entire ordeal with Leah and Oliver had been cripplingly disillusioning. 

There was no point in fighting against the giantesses. She was tired of being sad and angry all the time.

YOU ARE RIGHT TO SHIFT YOUR PERSPECTIVE IN THIS MANNER. THOSE EMOTIONS ARE USELESS. GIVE YOURSELF TO OUR GODDESSES. ALLOW THEM TO BRING US HAPPINESS THROUGH OUR WORSHIP.

Annabelle let Poppy's words flow in one ear and out the other. Poppy's voice didn't even warrant an eyeroll. 

She was just over everything.

Annabelle felt Naomi navigate her way through the halls near the lab. The giantess stopped moving and the Shrinkee heard the sound of elevator doors opening. When they had first brought Annabelle down to the labs, she had been surprised to discover the Sanos had passcode protected elevators, but it made more sense the more Annabelle thought about it.

All the secrecy only confirmed that less than fantastic things were occurring down there. Annabelle closed her eyes. She didn't want to think anymore.

The elevator door closed and began to climb up from the bowels of the mansion. With its ascension, Naomi released her grip on Annabelle, slowly opening her palm to expose the Shrinkee to the elevator's fluorescent light.

Annabelle was greeted with Naomi's massive face looming above her, the giantess' features were plagued with pure joy and a hint of arousal. 

"Oh my sweet widdle Poppy. I hope the needle didn't hurt you too bad," Naomi cooed. "But now that it's done we can play together. I've missed your adorwable widdle face so much," she said, her baby voice booming in Annabelle's ears.

The giantess' brown eyes drank up Annabelle's tiny body. Her gigantic, pink lips quivered with excitement. Naomi puckered her plush pillows. Annabelle grimaced as the enormous lips began to head her way. Naomi's nose emitted gusts of wind as her breathing intensified. 

Just as the giantess was about to begin her oral assault, Annabelle was suddenly pulled away from the giantess' huge face. 

Naomi's fingers tightened around her body. Annabelle craned her neck around to see what had caused Naomi to stop herself. The Shrinkee turned to see Nell standing on the other side of the now open elevator doors.

Her bespeckled eyes were slightly wide with shock as she stared down at Annabelle wrapped in Naomi's hand. 

Annabelle glanced up at Naomi and saw her resting bitch face had returned. Still, Annabelle could see the the slight reddening at the tips of her ears. She was no doubt embarrassed that she'd almost been caught showing Annabelle such cloying affection. 

The punk-rock giantess pushed past her sister and trudged through the mansion's hall. 

"H-Hey!" Nell called after her. Annabelle could hear the teen giant's steps pound against the floor as she ran to catch up with her sister.

"What?" Naomi hissed, not bothering to stop. Annabelle struggled against the nausea as Naomi briskly walked, slightly swinging Annabelle as she did so.

"I was looking for you to let you know the guys from advertising are here," Nell declared.

Naomi stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to face her sister. Annabelle's head spun from all of the drastic movements. 

"Fuck," Naomi hissed, "I thought they were coming later." 

"I think Dad cancelled an earlier meeting or something," Nell said. 

Naomi groaned. She glanced down at Annabelle with a sigh. Her jaw clenched in frustration. "Whatever," she grunted. 

She turned and started walking again. The sound of giant socked feet hitting against the floor let Annabelle know Nell was following them. 

"Where are you going? Are you going to put Poppy away? Because I can—"

Once again, Naomi stopped. She turned and glowered at her sister. Annabelle felt her ribs begin to bruise as the giantess gripped her tiny body tightly. 

"Keep Poppy's name out your mouth, freak. Poppy is not your Shrinkee, so you don't need to even think about her," Naomi spat. 

"I was just—"

"No," Naomi cut her off, "stay away from my goddamn Shrinkee." 

With that, she turned away and stormed off. Annabelle watched Nell's shoulders slump as Naomi walked away. Annabelle started to feel badly for Nell, before she remembered that she was rejecting those kinds of emotions now. 

Naomi rushed into her room and slammed the door behind her. Annabelle flinched from the loud sound. Naomi exhaled and leaned against her door. She lifted Annabelle back up to her face. The Shrinkee watched the giantess' expression soften. 

"Oh Poppy, did the loud door scare you?" Naomi purred, her baby-voice returning. Annabelle was going to get whiplash with how fast Naomi was changing her demeanor. 

Gingerly, Naomi stroked Annabelle's cheek with her gigantic fingertip. Her brown eyes gleamed down at her with adoration. 

"Don't worry Poppy. Those idiots won't be here long. After they leave, we can finally spend some time together," she purred. 

She gripped Annabelle in an oppressive fist. The giantess' lips puckered up and made its way towards the Shrinkee. Annabelle braced herself, but once again Naomi was interrupted. 

A knocking on the door caused the giantess to stop just as her lips were almost touching Annabelle's face. 

Naomi groaned, rattling Annabelle.

"What?" She barked at her bedroom door. 

A meek voice replied from the other side, "U-Um the advertising team is here, young mistress."

Annabelle closed and eyes and sighed. She already felt Naomi's fingers twitch with anger. The giantess jumped from the door, turned around, and swung it open. A skinny servant that looked to be around the giantess' age, quailed as Naomi suddenly appeared in front of him.

"How many times are you idiots going to bother me with this shit?" She shouted in his face, "I already know! I'm fucking coming!"

Annabelle cringed. The giantesses really were awful. The poor servant looked like he was going to piss himself. 

Naomi's eyebrows shot up, "Why are you still here?" 

The servant nodded frantically, "R-Right, I apologize, Mistress." He quickly sped off before Naomi exploded again. 

Naomi bristled as the servant scurried away. The punk-rock giantess returned inside her room and grabbed the travel bag that the giantesses exchanged that had all of "Poppy's" belongings in it. Naomi reached into it and pulled out the silver crystal necklace. 

Annabelle blinked in surprise. She'd fully expected for Naomi to lock her in the cage. But when she considered the situation, it made sense. Naomi obviously wanted her close. She was sure the second the Shrink-Life people left she would be smothered against those giant lips. 

Naomi gingerly placed Annabelle onto her desk. The silver crystal soon joined her. Naomi gently patted Annabelle's behind, ushering her into the necklace. 

"Just be a good girl and wait in here for a widdle while, okay Poppy?" Naomi sang. 

Annabelle, not having any other choice, crawled into the necklace. She slid down inside the neckwear like the pro she was when Naomi lifted the necklace and fastened the cover back on. The punk-rock giantess tied the necklace around her neck and allowed it to drop against her chest. Annabelle steadied herself through all of the movement. 

Naomi started to walk out her bedroom as she headed towards wherever the advertising team was waiting. Annabelle sat down and leaned her head against the crystal's walls. She just wanted to sleep. 

So she did.

After what felt like seconds later, she awakened in the crystal to find she was in a large board room. At this point, Annabelle was not surprised that the giantess' mansion had such a room. The Shrinkee would've been surprised if that had been their only board room. 

The room consisted of a vast table that took up the majority of the room's space. Despite the many leather chairs positioned around the table, only the Sanos were seated. Naomi and Nell sat on one side of the table, while their parents sat on the other. Of course when Annabelle looked down, Naomi was scrolling away through her socials. 

At the front of the room, three nervous looking people in suits stood next to a large rectangular looking object with a sheet draped over it. 

Their business professional attire and anxious glances toward Mr. Sano clued Annabelle in that they were the previously mentioned advertisement team. There were two men and one woman, all glancing at their phones which no doubt had their notes. Annabelle couldn't help but notice the woman seemed to be noticeably more jittery than the men.

Mr. Sano clasped his hands together, causing the advertising team to jump. 

The CEO beamed at them with a charming smile and they all seemed to relax. 

"Thank you all for making your way to my humble abode. I apologize we couldn't have this meeting down at HQ, but it's important I be near my family at this moment, so I thank you for your flexibility," Mr. Sano said.

One of the men, a blond man with a sizeable gut, spoke up, "Oh it's no problem at all Mr. Sano. Your home is very beautiful, we're honored you would allow us here."

Annabelle was jostled as Naomi coughed into her hand, while not so quietly barking out, "Kiss-ass."

The blond man's face turned red. Dr. Sano and Nell both frowned at Naomi's rudeness. If Mr. Sano heard his daughter's insult, he ignored it. 

"Thank you Roger," he smiled. Mr. Sano waved his hand, "Whenever you want to begin."

Roger stood up straight and nodded with renewed focus. "Right, so today we are here to introduce a new product we have been working on," he started. Roger nodded to the other man—he was younger with dark skin and a moustache that looked like it had just grown that week. 

The young man cleared his throat, "It is a prototype that we think will change how consumers view Shrinkee dwelling forever."

He gripped the sheet and dramatically pulled it from the rectangle. A large glass cage was revealed. It was lined with dirt and foliage. 

Annabelle couldn't help but lean in closer to get a better look at the large cage. At first glance it reminded her of a terrarium. 

She blinked when she noticed something move in the cage. With her forehead pressing against the crystal's walls, Annabelle peered out towards the cage. Again, she saw something move. Then something else.

The Shrinkee jerked back when she realized what occupied the cage. 

Nell's face scrunched up as the teen giant observed the cage. "Are those...?"

"Insects," Dr. Sano noted, tilting her head to the side as she too watched the dozens upon dozens of bugs scurry throughout the cage. 

Annabelle winced. She still had horrible nightmares about the stag beetle that had almost pierced through her body on Thanksgiving. 

Roger nodded with a bright smile. "Yes! We have placed bugs in the cage as a place holder for the shrunken HDD inhabitants. This way we can convey some of the prototype's features," he explained.

Annabelle's eyes flickered to the woman, who looked increasingly uncomfortable as Roger continued to speak.

Roger tapped the side of the cage three times. The side lit up with a neon blue light. Words and numbers that were too difficult to make out from the crystal projected out from the cage. The giants all sat up, intrigued, when the hologram activated. 

The younger man adopted a smile similar to Roger. He pointed to one of the numbers that floated from the cage's side. 

"Here you can see the spotted lanternfly's heart rate," he said. He reached over to the other side of the cage. He tapped the cage again. This time new numbers and words appeared. "And here's our friend the mealworm's length, diameter, and weight," he explained.

All of the Sanos' gazes lit up from the display. "Fascinating," Dr. Sano mused. 

Mr. Sano leaned back in his chair with a contemplative expression. "So if you were to place someone who was diagnosed with active HDD, it would show their vitals?" He asked.

Roger nodded, his grin still on his face, "Yes Sir, it would. It can handle the information of over 100 live beings."

The younger man added excitedly, "It also includes an option to share their status on the user's socials."

Annabelle cringed. She knew Shrink-Life could be tone-deaf with some of their products, but the this cage was literally treating Shrinkees like pets or collectable items. 

"Very impressive," Mr. Sano said, rubbing his chin. Annabelle rolled her eyes. She wished the giants weren't so loud so she could go back to sleep. 

She leaned against the crystal's wall in an attempt to return to her slumber. However, she heard something that made her sit back up again.

"Something wrong?"

Mr. Sano tilted his head and scrutinized the sole woman on the advertising team with his dark eyes. The woman faltered under his gaze and commanding voice. She gripped her phone tightly as the blood faded from her face.

Annabelle was sure she was going to pass out, but was surprised when instead she met Mr. Sano's gaze with determined eyes.

"I don't agree with this product." Her voice was slightly shaky, but she got the words out. The other two members of the advertising team seemed to want to crawl into themselves. Their faces wrinkled at her words.

Mr. Sano appeared amused in the same way all the BSA members did when a subordinate reacted in an unexpected way.

"You don't agree with it?" He hummed. 

Roger attempted to squash the conversation. "What Tessa means is—"

The woman, apparently named Tessa, cut him off. "Sir, our products are supposed to be for the betterment of Shrinkees' lives. But this just seems...exploitative," she said. Annabelle leaned forward, surprised that someone had voiced her concerns.

Both Roger and the younger man glared at Tessa, but her attention was on Mr. Sano. The handsome CEO nodded as if he understood.

"I see what you mean, Tessa," he said. The men on the advertising team froze. The other Sano's didn't react, letting Annabelle know Mr. Sano was in the middle of one of his manipulative ploys. 

Tessa blinked at the CEO's support. "You do?"

Mr. Sano nodded, "Although I stand by that the product is impressive, I think it focuses too much on users without HDD."

Tessa's eyes shone at Mr. Sano's comment. "Yes!" She chirped. Her long dark hair bounced as she nodded.

The other members of the advertising didn't bother hiding their disdain for where the presentation was heading.

Roger stepped forward, "Sir, if you would just listen to the other features—"

Mr. Sano maintained his focus on Tessa. "How about this? Why don't you come up some alternatives that would better fit the needs of our consumers with HDD?" He suggested. 

The men's face fell while Tessa's lit up. "Yes Sir!" She beamed. 

Mr. Sano returned her smile. "You have three days to present a new pitch, I look forward to hearing what you've got," he said. 

Tessa nodded, excited. The advertising team turned to leave the room, when Tessa suddenly stopped. Her smile faded as she turned to Mr. Sano with a serious gaze.

"Sir, I would regret it if I did not use this opportunity to say something that has been bothering me for a while now," she said. Annabelle saw her hands shake, but she clenched them to hide that fact. She continued, "This company makes products for people with HDD, yet there is not a single individual with HDD on the board—"

The younger man spoke up, "There are Shrinkee executives—"

"That's not enough, Wes," she spat back, "Representation is important. How can we expect our consumers to trust our products if they aren't even a part of the conversation?"

Wes scoffed, "Shrinkees aren't our consumers, the people they're registered under are."

Tessa's mouth opened, presumably to retort, but Mr. Sano stopped them with a raised hand.

"Tessa is right," he said, causing Wes to clench is jaw and Tessa's mouth to briefly drop open. "Representation does matter. We do need to show that people with HDD are welcome in our family," he grinned. 

Annabelle shuddered as Mr. Sano's eyes fell onto Naomi's necklace, and subsequently her. She shifted her body away from him. 

"Thank you Tessa," Mr. Sano said, turning his attention back to her, "You've brought up some great points. I have a feeling you're going to be a big part of our next stage as a company."

Tessa grinned and the advertising team turned to leave, but not before Mr. Sano stopped them.

"Roger can you stay back for a moment?" He asked, his pleasant smile still on his face. 

Roger paled, but nodded. 

Dr. Sano called out to the two members, "One of our housekeepers can show you back to the parlor. Feel free to ask for refreshments."

The two thanked Dr. Sano as they left, Tessa practically skipping out, while the younger man trudged behind her, deflated. 

When the door shut a tense silence fell over the room. Annabelle watched the giants. The adult Sanos had even expressions Annabelle suspected meant trouble, while Nell appeared visibly nervous. Naomi, of course, was still on her phone, unbothered. 

Roger audibly gulped. His hands were shaking. 

"Sir—"

Mr. Sano interrupted him as he turned to his youngest child. "Baby, what did you think of that presentation?" He asked with a gentle smile.

Nell blinked, obviously surprised that her input was requested. 

"Oh um, I thought it was okay Daddy," she offered. 

Mr. Sano raised an eyebrow, "Is there anything you think Roger could've done better?"

Nell furrowed her brow, "I'm not sure—"

Naomi suddenly cut in. "What about more insects? I'm surprised you didn't jump up and start chowing down the second they took the sheet off the cage," Naomi snickered.

Nell's face turned red, "I don't eat bugs!"

Dr. Sano sighed, "Girls enough." She turned to her husband. With a gentle nudge she requested, "Can we move on, honey? I have some results I need to check on down in the lab."

Mr. Sano gave her a genuine smile, "Sorry sweetie, I'll try to make this quick." She gave him an appreciative nod.

He returned his attention to Roger. "You mentioned you wanted to officially join the BSA a few years ago, right Roger?"

Roger nodded, his eyes wide. "Yes Sir," he squeaked. 

"Do you believe allowing a bug to control your presentation would show me you're ready to be included in our organization?" Mr. Sano tsked.

Annabelle wasn't surprised. Of course she wasn't surprised. But she was so damn tired. She leaned her head back against the crystal's walls and exhaled deeply. 

Roger attempted to defend himself, "I thought you wanted her to speak."

Mr. Sano scoffed, "Do I look like I want to hear the whining of some bug? She's your direct subordinate. You should've made it so she would've never thought to speak over you—let alone be so damn bold to demand I add bugs to the board."

"I-I'm sorry Sir," Roger said, his head lowering. 

After another bout of silence where Mr. Sano allowed Roger to stew in his disappointment, the CEO finally spoke up.

"I'm going to give you a chance to fix this," he said. Roger's head shot up. His face was desperate with hope.

Mr. Sano proposed, "During the next presentation I want Wes to reveal that bug's true form. I'll bring in a stimulation device, but it will be your job to convince him to activate it."

Roger's smile died. "The next presentation? The one in three days?" He warbled. 

Mr. Sano crossed his arms, "Is that a problem? I'm giving you a second chance here."

Roger shook his head, "No Sir! I will convince him."

Mr. Sano sighed and relaxed his shoulders, "Good. It shouldn't be too difficult. Wes' uncle was a member of the BSA right up until his heart attack. I'm sure Wes shares his uncle's family values."

Roger looked relieved to hear that. Annabelle, on the other hand, just wished they would all go away. She was sick of plots—sick of murder for the sake of idiotic bigotry. She was just done.

Mr. Sano dismissed a hopeful Roger. After the giant left, Mr. Sano addressed his family. "So?" He started, his tone immediately free of the harsh tone he had carried before. 

"Any thoughts?" He asked them. 

Dr. Sano glanced at the cage the team had left behind. "That prototype really is innovative. After this whole initiation mess is over, I really would like to see us move forward with that product," she said. 

Naomi suddenly inserted, without stopping her fingers from scrolling on her phone, asked, "You aren't really going to let that loser join the BSA, right?"

Mr. Sano smirked, "Of course not, this is actually a trial for Wes. With how everything is moving forward, the BSA will need fiery, passionate young people like him."

Annabelle was too emotionally drained to care about the BSA's nefarious plans. 

Dr. Sano looked at her youngest daughter, "Baby? What did you think of today's meeting?"

Annabelle slowly lifted her gaze to Nell. A lingering curiosity that somehow wasn't squashed by her growing apathy, forced her to look at the teen. 

Her eyes were glued to her lap. Her facial features were plagued with turmoil. Annabelle wondered if she would speak up against the violence that was about to be bestowed upon the innocent and eager woman who had no idea that in three days her life would end—or at least she would end up praying it would. 

"I don't eat bugs," Nell mumbled. 

Annabelle sighed and leaned back against the crystal's walls. She jerked a bit as Naomi snorted. 

"Are you still on that?" The punk-rock giantess laughed harshly. 

Nell's brown eyes flickered onto the necklace. "I just don't want Poppy to think that—"

Annabelle yelped as Naomi slammed her phone onto the table. "What did I just fucking say about keeping Poppy's name out of your mouth!" She shouted. 

"Naomi! Clam down," Dr. Sano reprimanded. 

"No!" Naomi hissed, "She's been after Poppy since she snuck around me and met her. I don't want her grubby little hands on my Shrinkee."

Annabelle had to cover her ears from the giantess' booming voice. When she looked out the crystal, she was surprised to find Nell fighting back.

The giant teen glared at her older sister. "She's not even yours yet! She hasn't imprinted on anyone. Plus, have you asked her what she wants to do, or who she wants to be with?" Nell shot back.

"See!" Naomi said, presumably to her parents, "She wants to take Poppy for herself. She's a conniving little—" 

"That's enough!"

"Stop it girls!"

Both Naomi and Nell fell silent as their parents cut through their bickering. Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief as she uncovered her ears.

Dr. Sano closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After she exhaled, she faced her daughters. 

"Listen, you two are family. You two are sisters. You are not going to call each other names and say hurtful things to each other," she said. She turned to her eldest, "Naomi, stop antagonizing your sister. She isn't going to steal Poppy away from you."

Nell had a satisfied smile for a literal second before her mother switched her attention to her. "And Penelope, you need to respect Naomi's boundaries. Poppy is hers, so whether she decides to let you see Poppy is up to her, and you need to respect that. Do I make myself clear? Both of you," she demanded.

Naomi grumbled out a, "Yeah," while Nell did the same, albeit sadder. 

Mr. Sano clasped his hands together again, a wide smile on his face. "All right, now say you love each other," he ordered.

Naomi and Nell both blurted out protests, but their father silenced them with a stern look.

Reluctantly, they followed his orders.

"I love you," Naomi grunted.

Nell crossed her arms and pouted at the table. "I love you too," she muttered.

Both their parents beamed at their children. Dr. Sano ordered, "Now hug."

Both daughters groaned out protests once again, and once again, Mr. Sano shot them both a stern look. The girls relented with another groan.

Annabelle was bumped into the crystal's walls again as Naomi stood up. The two giant sisters walked over to each other. Similarly to when she'd first met Nell, Annabelle found herself in between the two sister's giant sized breasts. Thankfully this time she was protected by the crystal's walls. 

Nell narrowed her eyes at Naomi. Annabelle was sure the punk-rock giantess was making a similar expression.

"Girls..." Dr. Sano warned. 

Annabelle heard Naomi sigh, irritated. She abruptly wrapped her arms around her sister's shoulders. Instantly, Annabelle was covered in darkness. The beating of both sisters' hearts pounded around her crystal. It was moments like these in which she remembered just how big everyone was. She heard clothes rustling as Nell most likely returned Naomi's hug.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Naomi unceremoniously shoved Nell away from her. The teen stumbled, before catching her balance with the table. Nell glared at her, but Naomi headed for the door. 

"I'm out, later," she said as she turned the door handle.

Her father's voice stopped her. The giantess turned to face him, and based on the exasperated breath she pushed out, Annabelle could tell she was running out of patience. 

"Naomi wait, I had something special planned today for Poppy," he said. Annabelle hissed out a curse in the crystal. All she wanted was to be left alone.

Naomi's arms dramatically fell to her sides. "No, I need to spend time with Poppy—alone," she said, refusing her father out right. 

She was about to leave again when Mr. Sano called, "I wanted to bring Poppy to the studio to try on a few new items that we're thinking of releasing." He added, "You can keep anything you like."

Naomi froze in place. Annabelle rubbed her face, already knowing what she was going to be doing for the rest of the day. She supposed it was better than being submerged in the giantess' pussy. 

Slowly, Naomi turned around. "No one touches her," she said firmly.

Mr. Sano's lips curled into a smile, "I'm only allowing BSA employees in the studio today and they already know Poppy's deal." 

"And I get to keep whatever clothes I want?"

"Absolutely." 

"What is she going to be doing, because I thought you guys said no photos until she's registered."

"I'm using a special camera, sweetie. It will delete any captured image after five minutes. Also I'm making sure no communication devices will be in the building while we're there. So no sneaky photos of her. She'll be modeling some of the clothes. I just want to see how she would look as a model. So...are you in?"

"I'm in."

Annabelle could hear the grin in Naomi's voice. The Shrinkee sighed. She just wanted to sleep. 

Nell looked between her father and sister, wide eyed. "Um, can I come?" She asked. 

Naomi was quick to shut her down. "No, you just want to hover over Poppy. Plus, you'd get in the way," Naomi added.

Nell swiveled towards her sister. Annabelle noticed how bold Nell was being. The teen giant began to make her way over to her sister.

"No I would n—"

Nell's sentence was cut off as her foot somehow got caught between one of the chairs along the table. She fell forward, slamming right onto the cage. Annabelle backed into the crystal's wall, her heart jumping into her throat at the massive clumsy movements of the giant teen. 

The cage toppled over, crashing onto the floor. A testament to the cage's engineering, it did not shatter. Its cover, however, did fly from its top, sliding across the floor. The dozens upon dozens of bugs inside the cage wasted no time escaping from their prison. 

Nell screamed as the bugs began to head towards her. Dr. Sano and Mr. Sano started to rush over to her, but it was Naomi who roughly grabbed Nell by her arm and pulled her up and away from the swarming bugs. 

Annabelle barely understood what was happening due to the hectic movements from the giantess who wore her. She heard Dr. Sano calling for servants to get rid of the bugs, and saw both adult Sanos checking on their youngest. 

Naomi scoffed and casually headed out the door, passing frantic servants as she did so. She pulled out her phone and resumed her scrolling. 

She left her family in the board room, but not before calling out to them.

"I'll be in the car." 

--- 

"What did I say? I don't want anyone fucking touching her."

The four Shrinkee women surrounding Annabelle flinched as Naomi's voice boomed around them. Annabelle sighed and plopped down into the Shrinkee-sized chair that was in front of the similarly sized sink. Impressively, the extravagant studio also contained a miniature studio that was constructed for the Shrinkee models to use. It of course did not have any ceilings, but beyond that, it was extremely detailed. 

Annabelle was in the hair and makeup section of the tiny studio as the four Shrinkee beautifications trembled around her. 

Both Naomi and her father hovered over the miniature studio that was placed on a large table which came up to their navels. 

Mr. Sano explained to his irate daughter, "She has to go through hair and make up, sweetie. She needs to go through the process like all of our other models."

Naomi scoffed and crossed her arms. Just the slight movement caused the Shrinkee women around Annabelle to jump. 

"Don't compare Poppy to those bugs. She doesn't need makeup," Naomi said. 

Annabelle could feel the eyes of the Shrinkee women around her. Although they had most likely been notified of her status, it was still probably strange to see one of the cruel giantesses be so protective of a Shrinkee.

"I know that, sweetie. I'm just trying to see what we would need to adjust if she worked as an official model—and before you say anything, I'm aware of your feelings of Poppy doing commercial work. I swear I am just curious," Mr. Sano said. 

Naomi pursed her lips. Her hands gripped her arms tightly before she dropped them to her sides. 

"Fine," she relented. Her brown eyes landed on the Shrinkees below. "Do what you have to do," she ordered. 

She lowered her head so she was right above the Shrinkees. Her beautiful face cast a shadow over them all. The other Shrinkees whimpered and trembled under her gaze. 

Annabelle was sure at least one of them would faint right there. 

"If one of you even accidentally scratches her, then all of you will be becoming very acquainted with my boot," she threatened. 

The Shrinkee women nodded frantically, terror in their eyes. 

Naomi narrowed her eyes at them. "Do you need a fucking invitation? Get started!" She barked. 

The Shrinkees yelped and rushed into action. Suddenly Annabelle found her head in the sink as one of the woman started to wash her hair. Two others got a small bucket like object and began to fill it with water, most likely to wash her feet, as debris sometimes accumulated on her soles due to her lack of footwear.

Annabelle closed her eyes when she realized Naomi wasn't moving her gigantic head away from the studio. She peered over them like a domineering overlord. Annabelle could feel the Shrinkee's hands tremble as she washed her hair. 

OUR GODDESS' POWER IS DEBILITATING. SIMPLY HER PRESENCE CAUSES BUGS TO WITHER. SHE IS ALL-POWERFUL. SHE IS EVERYTHING.

Annabelle let Poppy speak. She had no words for her, no retort to her obsessive declarations. 

A week ago Annabelle would've attempted to convince Naomi to back away and stop scaring the Shrinkees, but she couldn't even try to gather the energy to do so.

Though, it was Mr. Sano's intervention that saved the Shrinkees. 

"Why don't we give them some room to work, sweetie?"

"Dad—" 

"I can show you the new items I was talking about."

There was a slight pause, before Annabelle saw the shadow disappear from behind her closed eyelids. 

Naomi's voice instantly softened. "I'm going away for a second, okay Poppy? I'll be right back, so be good," she said gently.

Without opening her eyes, Annabelle responded with just enough inflection for her voice not to be considered monotone. "Okay Goddess."

Annabelle heard Mr. Sano's voice beckon Naomi. "Come on, sweetie, I want your opinion on if the shade of one of the tops is too bright," he said. 

Annabelle listened as the sound of the giants' voices and footfalls grew more distant until the room was silent. 

She felt the fingers return to her hair. They didn't shake as they had before, Annabelle found that it felt actually pretty nice. She couldn't remember the last time someone with non-gigantic fingers had washed her hair. It probably had to have been her mother. 

Annabelle's heart ached as echoes of her past bounced briefly in her mind. She pushed down the feeling and kept her eyes closed. She focused on the feeling of the Shrinkee woman's thin fingers in her hair.

After a few minutes, Annabelle heard muttering from the three other Shrinkees. She tried to ignore them, but when their whispered voices continued to buzz in her ears, she finally decided to sit up and open her eyes.

The Shrinkee woman who had been washing her hair quickly grabbed a towel to stop the excess water from soaking Annabelle. 

The teenage Shrinkee was unconcerned about that. Instead, her attention was on the three other women who stood huddled up, anxiously talking amongst themselves. 

"What's wrong?" Annabelle asked. She did her best to keep the frustration out of her voice, but she just wanted to get the whole thing over with. 

The women exchanged uncertain glances between one another before one of them stepped forward. She was a thin blonde woman with a west coast accent. 

"W-Well usually we give the models different kinds of skin treatments but your—I mean your—"

Another woman with short dark hair finished for her, "Your skin is perfect." 

An woman with streaks of gray in her brown hair noted, "I don't even think you need a face mask." 

Behind Annabelle, the hairdresser joined in. "Your hair is incredible too. I usually have to dye our models' hair to get rid of premature gray because of the stress that comes from the...high pressure nature of the job, but your hair is vibrant, thick and healthy," she said. She pushed her own braids behind her ear.

Annabelle sighed. She didn't particularly care how great she looked to other people. It wasn't even her own beauty, it was something the giantesses had forced her to become.

HOW DARE THEY BASK IN THE BEAUTY BESTOWED TO US BY OUR GODDESSES. OUR BEAUTY IS TO BE ENJOYED BY ONLY OUR GODDESSES. MAY ONLY THEY FIND PLEASURE IN THE ARTISTRY OF OUR APPERANCE. 

Annabelle bent over and grabbed the bucket full of water. There was a rag placed on its rim. She plucked it up and began using it to roughly wash the dirt from her soles. The faster she could get this over with, the faster she could close her eyes and shut the world out. 

The Shrinkees gasped with alarm. The dark haired Shrinkee rushed over to her. "Young miss, please let one of us do that," she said.

Annabelle winced at the title the Shrinkee had addressed her as. 

"Don't call me that," Annabelle grumbled. She continued to wash her feet.

From her peripheral she saw the Shrinkees shift around nervously. Her hairdresser asked tentatively, "What would you like to be called, Young—um I mean—"

"Nevermind," Annabelle exhaled. She dropped the rag, and it landed into the bucket with a plop. Annabelle waited for one of the women to do something, but they only stared at her.

Annabelle slumped back into the chair with another sigh. "So...what's next?" She asked.

That seemed to be enough to knock the women back into reality. They blinked and the rest of them neared her again. 

The blonde answered, "W-We'll go through the same process as we would the other models. You don't need it but..." She trailed off, looking lost.

Annabelle supposed they weren't used to thinking beyond their orders. Annabelle's eyes fell to her lap. "Yeah, sure whatever," she said quietly. 

The hairdresser hustled over to the other side of the room, where there were desks and cabinets filled with hair products and other devices. 

While she went to retrieve whatever she needed, the other Shrinkees guided Annabelle to another chair away from the sink and began to situate themselves around Annabelle. She closed her eyes once more and soon felt the coldness of moisturizer on her limbs. Gently, they rubbed her skin with whatever concoction they used on their models. 

It was difficult for Annabelle to be touched so thoroughly by multiple hands. She couldn't help but compare them to the giantesses' invasive prodding. The Shrinkees were delicate and their fingers did not linger where they shouldn't have, but Annabelle couldn't relax. She fought the urge to jump from the chair and get away from them. 

It didn't help that the Shrinkee women were softly talking amongst themselves, and Annabelle took note that their words were awfully similar to the things she would hear the giantesses say.

"This is incredible," one of them breathed.

"Like silk," another agreed. 

Annabelle just stopped herself from recoiling when she felt one of them begin to rub some kind of cream onto her face. 

Under her breath, Annabelle managed to hear the Shrinkee woman gasp out, "Beautiful..." 

THEIR EYES SHOULD BE PLUCKED FROM THEIR HEADS. THEY TOUCH US AS THOUGH THEY HAVE THE RIGHT TO WITTNESS WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OUR GODDESSES'.

Annabelle missed her cage. She actually missed her cage. She just wanted to pull the pungent panty-blanket over her head and hide in the sock-bed for the foreseeable future. 

Thankfully, the hairdresser Shrinkee finally returned with what Annabelle instantly recognized from its loud sound as a hair dryer. 

If she hadn't been so drained, Annabelle would've liked to get a better look at the hair dryer. Its was unreal how they managed to make something that small, function like its normal-sized counterpart. In fact, Annabelle couldn't help but be impressed by the functionality of all of the objects she'd seen in the miniature studio. If she didn't look beyond the walls and open roof, Annabelle would've thought she was in a normal salon. The objects she saw here were a stark difference in quality from the Shrink-Life products she'd seen growing up.

The Shrinkee women soon finished their work on Annabelle. All cream was rubbed completely into her skin, and her hair was styled. 

Annabelle reopened her eyes, but her gaze flickered back down to her lap when they all unabashedly stared at her.

Annabelle twiddled her fingers. "Are we done here?" She muttered. 

The Shrinkees broke out of their trance. The graying Shrinkee blinked. "Oh, well since Mistress and Master are bringing the clothes you will be modeling, we can go ahead and do your makeup now," she said. 

Annabelle swallowed her frustration. She never wore makeup before she shrank. Those in the town were always looking for any excuse to have her name in their mouths—she hadn't needed to give them another reason to talk about her. Then when she arrived at Queenston, her budget was so small that makeup never crossed her mind on her list of priorities. Sometimes she allowed Chloe to put mascara and lipstick on her, but that was as far as she went.

The Shrinkee with short dark hair pulled open a nearby large drawer. In it were dozens upon dozens of makeup. Once again Annabelle was impressed by the detail in Shrink-Life's work. She didn't even know Shrinkee makeup was a thing. 

So many of the devices and objects she saw took Annabelle by surprise. She'd never seen Shrink-Life sell anything even remotely useful and functionable as the things in the studio. Instead they only seemed to focus on products that were targeted towards people without HDD—now Annabelle understood why. Still, their bigotry was causing them to leave a lot of money on the table.

The Shrinkee woman returned with several tubes. She placed one of the tubes against Annabelle's cheek. A thin finger raised Annabelle's head up by her chin. When her head was lifted, she saw the four women scrutinizing her face with analytical eyes. It was all Annabelle could do to keep from shrinking into herself. 

The dark haired Shrinkee woman handed the tube to the blonde before placing another tube against Annabelle's cheek. All of the women frowned.

"Not quite," the graying woman noted.

"She has warm undertones," the short-haired woman said.

"The hair is throwing me off," the blonde said, tilting her head. "Are we allowed to dye it?"

Annabelle scowled. There had been times in high school when she'd wanted to dye her hair due to it being so noticeable, but it was the only thing she had left of her sister. She couldn't get rid of it.

The three other women looked at the blonde with wide eyes. The graying woman snapped at her, "Not unless you want to end up under Mistress' boot."

The blonde paled. "Sorry," she squeaked. "It's just the color is really all I can see. Maybe when it starts to fade we can try a different—"

The hairdresser cut her off. "That's her natural color," she said.

The blonde's mouth dropped. "Really?" She asked, incredulous. 

Annabelle felt her cheeks turn warm. She was tired of being spoken about when she was right in front of them. 

"Yes, I was born with it," she said, just to hear her own voice.

The Shrinkee women seemed surprised at her input, but they recovered quickly.

"It's beautiful," the graying woman said hastily. The other Shrinkee women blurted out sentiments of agreement.

Annabelle refrained from rolling her eyes. The short-haired woman continued to scan Annabelle's face. She placed the tube into her apron. 

"What's your racial breakdown?" She asked suddenly.

Annabelle frowned, "Excuse me?" Living in a backwards ass town for four years had made her wary of any question relating to her race.

"You're mixed, right?" The hair dresser asked. Her dark eyes peered into Annabelle's. 

The blonde scrunched her face, "She has red hair."

The hairdresser scoffed, "White people don't have a monopoly on red hair—especially THIS shade." She gestured to Annabelle's hair.

Annabelle sat up in the chair. "My father is Scottish and English. My mother is Moroccan and Brazilian," she said, wanting to put an end to the conversation. 

The Shrinkee women reacted with various degrees of surprise. The hairdresser nodded with understanding. "Right, that makes sense," she said.

Annabelle didn't even know what that meant. But even if she was interested in finding out she wouldn't have been given the chance. The short-haired woman suddenly jogged over to the makeup drawer again. She returned with three new tubes. Though instead of placing the tube against her cheek, she opened each one and squirted some liquid onto Annabelle's arm.

All four women hovered over the teenage Shrinkee's limb. Almost simultaneously, each of them pointed to the  third dollop of makeup. 

"This is it," the graying woman grinned. 

Annabelle slumped back into the chair, grateful they could move on. Thankfully, the next steps were much quicker. The short-haired woman applied the liquid she'd squirted on Annabelle's face. It turned out to be foundation. They made plenty of comments about her not needing concealer. Annabelle was forced to keep her eyes open as they applied mascara to her eyelashes. They did other things to her face that Annabelle couldn't identify even under the threat of death. 

Finally it was over. The women took a step back and admired their work. Their faces were a mixture of pride, admiration, and awe.

"This is..." the blonde breathed, trailing off as her eyes were glued to Annabelle's face.

The graying woman held up a mirror for Annabelle. Her eyes instinctively lowered to the floor. She purposefully hadn't gotten a good look at her reflection since she was shrunken. She didn't need a visual reminder of just how much she had been changed.

Before the Shrinkee women could question her avoidance, powerful booms echoed from the distance. The booming became more powerful and the studio began to shake. 

The Shrinkee women jumped into action. They ran rushed to place themselves in a single line. Their fear was palatable as they submissively lowered their heads.

The loud booms stopped as a shadow cast over the studio. Annabelle looked up to see Naomi and her father peering down at her with intense intrigue. She held a small satin bag that Annabelle suspected had the clothes she would be trying on. 

Their gigantic eyes landed on Annabelle, and the teenage Shrinkee watched their massive features contort with astonishment. 

Naomi's gaze didn't leave Annabelle as she carelessly dropped the bag into the studio. The Shrinkee beauticians yelped and scrambled out of the way to avoid the bag's collision with the floor.

Wordlessly, the punk-rock giantess reached into the studio to collect Annabelle. The teen Shrinkee braced herself as the colossal hand lowered itself towards her. The massive fingers surrounded her before closing in on her shrunken body. The cold metal from Naomi's many rings stung Annabelle. The familiar weightless sensation took over the Shrinkee as she was lifted high into the air by her co-ed captor.

The two giants' faces hovered over her. Annabelle repositioned herself so she was sitting in Naomi's hand.

Gingerly, Naomi raised Annabelle's head by lifting her chin with her black-painted fingernail.

"I honestly didn't think she could get any cuter," Naomi breathed. 

Annabelle had a difficult time keeping their gaze. Mr. Sano's awe faded as a large grin spread across his face. 

"This is good. This is very good," he said. His brown eyes gleamed with excitement. 

He leaned in closer, bearing all of his perfect teeth as he beamed down at her. Annabelle automatically scooted back from the handsome giant.

"Let's get you on camera," he grinned.

--

Annabelle flinched when another round of camera shutters echoed in her ears. She watched the giant photographer pull back from her and check the photos he had just taken. He frowned when he clicked through the shots. 

Mr. Sano and Naomi peered over him to also look through them. Based on their facial expressions, they weren't thrilled with the results. 

Annabelle sighed and glanced around the studio. She had been whisked away from the miniature studio and taken to another section of the actual non-shrunken studio. The area they took her to was a simple setup. There was a single stool in front of a green screen. A photographer waited for them with an expensive looking camera. Annabelle was surprised they let another person in the area, but she quickly noticed the BSA pin on his shirt.

They wasted no time placing Annabelle into one of the surprisingly stylish outfits Naomi had picked out for her and propped her onto the stool to take photos. However, no matter how many they took, they always seemed dissatisfied with the results.

"Are you sure you don't want to change the angle here?" The photographer asked the Sanos. "If we went for a more artistic, somber vibe, then I think we could have something special," he suggested. 

Mr. Sano clicked his tongue. "No, I told you, I want fun, I want youth, I want commercial," he insisted. He turned to his daughter, "Sweetie, can you talk to her?" he asked, nodding at Annabelle.

Naomi, whose eyes had been zeroed in on the photos, glanced at her dad. Her eyes flickered to Annabelle, who in turn lowered her gaze to the stool's surface. 

Annabelle felt the stool shake as Naomi's giant footfalls pounded over to her. Lavender wafted into her nose. The giantess bent down in front of the stool, forcing Annabelle's attention to her. 

Naomi gave her a sympathetic frown. "What's going on, Poppy? We just need a little smile from you," she said gently. 

Annabelle looked into her captor's beautiful brown eyes. They were surrounded by heavy eye makeup that only enhanced her beauty. 

Annabelle fiddled with her fingers. "I'm tired Goddess. I just want to go back to sleep," she said.

Naomi's face melted. "Oh Poppy," she purred. "I promise we can go to sleep when we get back home, but I just need a few photos of you smiling first," she said.

Annabelle swallowed a sigh. "Goddess I thought you said you didn't want me to do commercial work for Shrink-Life," she pointed out.

Naomi replied, "Poppy, you can't see yourself right now, but you have to trust me when I say you are the most attractive thing I have ever seen in my life. I need to see how this would look if you were to actually do this. It'd be way too fucking wasteful not to try."

Annabelle's shoulders slumped. "But Goddess—"

Naomi shifted closer to her. The giantess' breath gently blew Annabelle's hair as she spoke. "You don't have to take photos for each outfit I chose. I just need some quick samples to get an idea of what a shoot of you would look like," she said.

Annabelle hugged her body. "I don't like taking photos. I don't know how to do this, I'm not a model," Annabelle mumbled. 

Naomi was silent as she regarded Annabelle for a moment. The Shrinkee awkwardly shifted the weight of her feet under Naomi's gaze. The giantess' face softened. She sighed, ruffling Annabelle's clothes and hair. 

"Okay Poppy, I get it. You don't have to do this," she relented.

Annabelle looked up at Naomi with wide eyes. She didn't think the giantesses had ever rescinded a command before. She waited for the other shoe to drop, but instead the giantess rose to her full enormous height. Her gigantic feet shook the stool Annabelle was on as she made her way back to her father and the photographer. The Shrinkee could easily hear the giants' conversation. 

"Poppy doesn't want to do this, we're going home," Naomi declared.

Mr. Sano's eyebrows shot up to his hair line. "Um what happened, sweetie?" He laughed out of sheer confusion, "You were supposed to talk her into it, not the other way around."

Naomi crossed her arms. "She doesn't want to do it, Dad. And I don't want to look at any photos of her with a fake ass smile," Naomi said.

Mr. Sano rubbed his face. "Sweetie, look, don't you think we should at least try—"

"She already tried, Dad," Naomi said. 

She walked back over to the stool Annabelle was placed on. The Shrinkee balanced herself through the giantess' foot falls. Naomi placed her open palm on the stool. "Come on Poppy," she beckoned. 

Annabelle was shocked by the giantess' sudden accommodating attitude. She started to make her way towards her captor's hand when Mr. Sano suddenly joined his daughter's side. 

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Okay, we can pause for now, but I ordered some fabric that I thought you would really like," he said. His voice was even, but his eyes betrayed his true desperation. Although it was obvious to Annabelle that the CEO was planning something, the lure of fabric was too great for Naomi to pass up.

Annabelle's face fell as Naomi's hand retracted from the stool. She faced her father with a small grin, "Really? The ones I mentioned last week?" She asked.

Mr. Sano returned his daughter's grin with his own. "Yup, they came in yesterday. I ordered them right after our conversation," he said. 

"Holy shit, thanks Dad. And they're already in?" Naomi asked.

Mr. Sano nodded. "You can check them out if you'd like," he offered. Annabelle clenched her jaw. His plan was obvious. 

Annabelle straightened her posture and called up to the giantess, "Goddess I—"

Mr. Sano snapped his finger twice, easily drowning her out. As always, a servant appeared almost out of thin air. He stood ready at attention in front of Mr. Sano.

"Drive the golf cart to Lot X," Mr. Sano commanded him before addressing his daughter with a warm smile. "Take your time sweetie," he told her.

Naomi's face brightened right until her eyes lowered to Annabelle. Her smile faded. 

"Poppy—" She started.

"—Needs to try on the other clothes," Mr. Sano said, cutting her off. "We're dropping the shoot, but we need to see if the clothes have to be altered for her since you're taking them home," he said.

Annabelle paled. Looked up at Naomi with pleading eyes. "Goddess, can we just go home?" She begged.

Naomi's expression was gentle. Her mountainous body kneeled down in front of the stool until her huge face appeared in front of Annabelle.

"Poppy, I need you to be a good girl while I'm away. Listen to my dad, okay?" She said.

Annabelle's stomach turned. She was getting flashbacks to when Leah had left her with the governor. 

"Goddess, why can't I go with you?" Annabelle pleaded. 

With a gigantic finger, Naomi stroked Annabelle's hair. "Because you would distract me. I just know if you came with me I would be getting all of these ideas for outfits and it would end up taking twice as long to look through the fabric," Naomi explained. "Plus, it's like my dad said, you need to see if the clothes fit."

Annabelle began awkwardly playing with her fingers again. "But Goddess—"

Naomi pulled back her finger. "Poppy, I'm telling you what you need to do. We aren't going to go back and forth. Now I'll come back to get you, but in the meantime, listen to my dad," she ordered, her tone adopting a stern inflection.

Annabelle was so tired. There was no point in arguing. She would ultimately bend to the giantess' will. She always did. The Shrinkee nodded meekly.

"Good girl." The giantess gave her a soft small smile and a pat on the head. Annabelle watched despondently as Naomi rose back up to her full height and left with the servant.

Her eyes were drawn back to Mr. Sano as the giant man towered over her. A sickeningly smug smirk spread across his striking face.

Annabelle prepared herself to be infringed upon with exploitative orders, but instead, the CEO crossed his arms and peered down at her as he tilted his head. 

"Poppy, Poppy, Poppy," he grinned. "What to do with you? So much potential, but you don't seem to know what to do with it," he said.

Annabelle grimaced, but stayed silent. Mr. Sano turned to the photographer. "I think our little star needs some help learning how to shine. I believe a demonstration would do her some good. Go get her," he ordered. 

Annabelle craned her neck up at the giant, confused by what he meant. The photographer's expression matched her confusion until it shifted into realization. He nodded with a grin and scurried out the studio to god knows where. 

Suddenly alone with the giant, Annabelle hugged her body and lowered her gaze. She didn't want to invite Mr. Sano into a conversation by making eye contact. 

"So Poppy, here's what's going to happen."

Annabelle tightened her grip on her arms. She should've known avoidant body language wouldn't be enough to deter him.

He continued, "I'm going to bring in someone to help you...loosen up a bit. It shouldn't have to be said, but as your wonderful Goddess told you—listen to me. Every. Single. Word. Understand?"

Annabelle looked up at his bright, gleeful face. She knew exactly where fighting him would get her. She nodded in agreement.

Mr. Sano's charming smile was accompanied by a wink as he said, "And of course we don't need to share this with your Goddess, right?"

She audibly exhaled. She couldn't help it. It was like she was experiencing the same nightmare over and over again. At a certain point it was just exhausting.  

Mr. Sano looked down at her, amused, "What's up little Poppy?" 

Annabelle tried to look away from him, but he held her head in place with his finger. "Ah, ah, Poppy. Come on, tell me what's in that little head of yours," he ordered.

Annabelle tensed, but answered. "It's just...you all are the same," she said through a tight jaw.

Mr. Sano chuckled and released her, "Who's all the same?"

Annabelle rubbed the sides of her head. "All of you BSA adults. You're going to threaten me next—tell me that if I don't follow your every command you'll tell Goddess Naomi about my dad so she'll shrink him and stomp him out of existence," she said. 

"Well that's simply not true, Poppy."

Annabelle shot him a doubtful look.

Mr. Sano continued with a cheeky grin, "We're not exactly the same: I'm way prettier than the other members of the BSA."

Annabelle couldn't summon the energy to get angry over the fact that he was treating the situation like a joke. She plopped down onto the stool. She needed to rest.

Mr. Sano must've not been able to read her exhaustion—or simply didn't care—because he kept speaking.

"Poppy, you're treating me like I'm some kind of villain," he grinned. "I just want to make you the best representative for Shrink-Life you can possibly be."

Annabelle shuddered. She could think of few things worse than that. 

Her displeasure must've showed on her face, because Mr. Sano said, "You may not like it now, Poppy, but you're meant to be a star. It's only a matter of time before my daughter sees it too."

Mr. Sano backed away and thankfully left her alone. Annabelle waited quietly for the next stage of torture to begin. She didn't have to wait long, because the photographer soon returned with a Shrinkee in his hand. 

Annabelle stood up. She would do whatever debasing thing the giants asked of her, and she would do it so quickly she wouldn't have time to consider how tragic her life was. 

Annabelle glanced at the Shrinkee in the photographer's hand before she did a double take. Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed by her chest. The Shrinkee the photographer held was one of the most stunning people she'd ever seen. 

Annabelle didn't need her to come closer. She recognized her instantly. 

"This is Cammie," Mr. Sano introduced, "She's one of our top models." He explained to the model Shrinkee, "We're trying to get Poppy here to be less stiff. You wouldn't mind helping her out, would you?"

The beautiful Shrinkee smiled politely up at Mr. Sano. "Of course not, Master. I would be happy to help," she said. 

Annabelle blinked. She was surprised to hear her French accent was not a thick as her father's. 

The photographer placed her down onto the stool next to Annabelle. The teenage Shrinkee regarded her curiously. She was wearing a tight black dress. It was obvious her attire was not meant to draw focus from the outfit Annabelle was modeling.

Her blue eyes equally scrutinized Annabelle. The Shrinkee stiffened, feeling as though she was looking at her for faults of any caliber. Her eyes lingered on Annabelle, before she quickly turned her attention back to Mr. Sano. 

"What direction are you going for, Master?" She asked Mr. Sano. 

The giant man grinned. "Why don't you focus on loosening her up? We'll see where we go from there," he answered.

She nodded dutifully. She faced Annabelle, her eyes once again unreadable. She glided over to her and stepped behind her. 

Gently, but firmly, she placed her hands on Annabelle's back. She guided Annabelle to sit down, while she settled onto her knees behind her.

As she started to knead into her back, the two giant men leered from a few yards away through the camera.

"How does this feel, young miss? You are very stiff, yes?" She said.

Annabelle was quiet for a moment. She said, "You don't need to call me that. My name is—"

The Shrinkee grunted as the woman jutted her in the spine with her elbow. She leaned in close enough to her ear enough that Annabelle could feel her breath.

"I suspected you would be stupid, but now I'm sure of it," she said. Her voice was melodic and pleasant to listen to, despite the insults she was throwing Annabelle's way.

She continued as she massaged lower on Annabelle's back, "Not only do you refuse our Master such a simple act of taking a photo, you try to tell me the name they have taken from you. Stupid girl."

Mr. Sano ordered over their conversation, "Great, now do her shoulder blades. It's easier if you just climb on top of her." 

Both Shrinkees rolled their eyes. They knew where the two men's heads were at.

The model Shrinkee plastered on a smile and chirped loudly, "Of course Master!" 

Annabelle wasn't even sure if Mr. Sano could hear her from where he was, but she was selling her devoted Shrinkee act very nicely.

The model pushed Annabelle onto her back. She swung her leg over Annabelle's body and straddled her waist. She exaggeratedly bent over and started to massage Annabelle's shoulder blades. Her chest bounced in front of Annabelle's face as her slender fingers pressed against her skin.

"Very nice," the photographer chuckled. Annabelle swallowed a groan. It was like she was in a porno. 

She ignored the two pervy giants and focused on the conversation at hand. She looked past the model's breasts and into her eyes.

"And what about the name they took from you? What do you have to say about that, Camilla?" Annabelle retorted.

She felt Camilla freeze. But only for a second. She continued to massage her. 

"Where did you hear that name?" She demanded through gritted teeth. 

"Your father," Annabelle hissed back.

Camilla's eyes widened. 

"Cammie, why don't you lower your hands a bit?" Mr. Sano suggested. 

Camilla glared down at Annabelle. She roughly grabbed her shirt and pulled it open, revealing her bare chest. Annabelle gasped as the model Shrinkee mashed her fingers into her breasts. 

Mr. Sano and the photographer both whooped like frat bros. 

"That's the spirit, Cammie!" Mr. Sano laughed. 

Camilla tightly squeezed Annabelle's breasts, inciting a hiss of pain from the Shrinkee.

"How do you know my father?" She demanded. 

"He asked me to find you," Annabelle answered through her teeth.

Camilla tightened her grip, causing Annabelle to whimper. "How could he have asked you that? He's in France," she barked.

Annabelle only gave her a sympathetic grimace. Camilla's grip lessened as her face conveyed her sorrow. 

"Why don't you take it further, Cammie?" Mr. Sano said, grinning from ear to ear. 

Camilla didn't skip a beat. Her she shifted her body so she was laying completely on top of Annabelle. The Type 0 Shrinkee wiggled uncomfortably as their nipples collided together through Camilla's thin dress.  

Camilla pressed her full lips against Annabelle's neck. She shuddered inadvertently from the sensation. 

"How is he?" Camilla breathed between kisses. 

The last time Annabelle had seen Dufort flashed in her mind. He had almost been beaten to death. 

"He's worried about you," she answered. 

"Is he safe?" Camilla started to ask before slightly shaking her head. She spat, "What am I saying? The BSA has him, of course he's not safe."

"Camilla, I said he asked me to find you," Annabelle repeated.

Mr. Sano spoke again, his voice heavy with lust. "Go in for the kill, Cammie," he ordered.

Camilla's lips collided with Annabelle's. The older Shrinkee moved Annabelle's lips with hers. Annabelle couldn't help but be lost in the softness of Camilla's lips. She started to kiss back. Camilla answered her kiss by running both of her hands through Annabelle's thick red hair.

Their kissing intensified. Annabelle wrapped her arms around Camilla's neck and pressed her naked torso into Camilla. Camilla pushed her tongue into Annabelle's mouth. The Type 0 Shrinkee gasped and panted as Camilla dominated her mouth. Like the giantess, Camilla was a dominating force, but there wasn't any fear as the older Shrinkee had her way with her. Annabelle didn't hate it.

"Holy shit," Annabelle heard the photographer breathe.  

The photographer's comment seemingly broke them both out of their lust. Camilla moved away from Annabelle's lips and started kissing her neck again. 

"You've found me," she breathed into her neck, "Now what?"

Annabelle noticed the older Shrinkee tried to sound nonchalant, but Annabelle could feel her body heat and hear her heart pounding away.

"I'll get you away from here," Annabelle said, resolute, "You and your father."

Camilla laughed as she kissed Annabelle on the lips again. "Like I said, stupid girl. Once they want you, then they already have you. You should know there is no getting away from the BSA," Camilla said through her kisses.

Annabelle blinked. Camilla was right.

She'd been depressed since Leah's for that very reason. Hadn't she sworn to a life of apathy only minutes ago? 

Why was she suddenly so certain she could save not one, but two people from the BSA? 

Did all it take for her apathy to fade was the opportunity to help someone?

YOU ARE PATHETIC. THE SECOND YOU CAN PLAY HERO, YOU FORGET ABOUT THE IDIOTIC PROMISES YOU'VE MADE TO YOURSELF.

Annabelle pushed Poppy out of her head. She hated hearing her voice—especially when she was right. 

"I-I'll figure something out," Annabelle said.

"I'm sure you will," Camilla snarked into Annabelle's ear. The younger Shrinkee gasped as Camilla started to nibble on her ear. 

"Y-You can't rely on the BSA to free you after your contract is up," Annabelle said through hitched breaths.

Camilla bit down harder, causing Annabelle to wince. She growled into Annabelle's ear, "You think I am a stupid girl like you? I know my contract is bullshit. They all are. They will keep adding and adding time, until I am too old to be on covers, and then they will—"

Mr. Sano's joyous voice boomed over her, cutting her off. "All right, that's perfect girls, now Cammie help Poppy get straightened up before my daughter comes back," he declared.

"Yes Master!" Camilla chirped, immediately snapping her mask back on.

Annabelle sat up, irritation pricking inside her head. "What happened to taking pictures of me smiling?" She tsked.  

Camilla surprised Annabelle when she straddled her again. Camilla was taller than her, but it didn't hurt at all when she sat on her lap. Camilla started to button up the younger Shrinkee's shirt. Annabelle's eyes were drawn to the star-shaped birthmark on her hand.

"Stupid girl, I'm going to teach you something," Camilla said, pulling her attention to her blue eyes. "The BSA is made up of people—and people want what they want. They may say one thing, but want something else. If you want to not be completely miserable, then find out what they want and give it to them."

Annabelle frowned, "But what if what they want, hurts other people?"

Camilla fastened the last button on Annabelle's top. She raised her hands from Annabelle's shirt to the sides of her face. Camilla cupped Annabelle's face in between her hands.

"Who is this hurting?" Camilla whispered before she leaned in and kissed Annabelle.

Annabelle closed her eyes. The Shrinkee's lips were so soft. It'd been a while since she'd enjoyed a consensual kiss not spurred on by Type 0 hormones. Although it was ruined by bro-y jeers of the giant men that watched them.

Camilla finally pulled away from Annabelle. Still holding her face, she ordered, "When you see my father, tell him to stop talking to Type 0 Shrinkees."

Annabelle's eyebrows raised. She suspected Camilla was aware of who she was, but hadn't been sure. 

"You knew?" Annabelle asked.

Camilla snorted, "Everyone knows you." She paused before adding, "And there are not many girls more beautiful than me."

Annabelle's cheeks started to grow warm at Camilla's words. Before she could respond, the familiar thundering of gigantic footsteps reached her ears.

Annabelle quickly pushed Camilla from her lap, and scurried to the other side of the stool. 

"Don't look at me," Annabelle hissed urgently. Camilla narrowed her eyes at her. "I know this. I told you, I am not a stupid girl like you," she snapped as she straightened up her appearance. 

The giant men hurriedly turned to the camera and the photographer started pressing buttons—no doubt erasing proof of their perverted scheme. 

Just as they finished, Naomi strutted into the room. Her stylish all black attire brought the thought to Annabelle's mind that she should be the model.

OUR GODDESS' BEAUTY COULD SELL AN ENDLESS NUMBER OF MAGAZINES. 

Annabelle pushed Poppy from her head, and focused on the approaching giantess.

"How did it go?" Naomi asked the other giants on her way over to the stool Annabelle was settled on. 

Mr. Sano started, "Great! The clothes fit her extremely—"

"Why is there a bug near Poppy?"

A shadow covered Annabelle as Naomi towered over the stool. Her dark eyes were locked onto Camilla. The model Shrinkee's head was lowered submissively. The punk-rock giantess' face had soured. 

The photographer spoke up, "You know Cammie, young miss. She's been a featured model for—"

Naomi barked at him, not looking away from Camilla, "Why is she breathing the same air as Poppy?"

Annabelle saw Camilla flinch ever so slightly. Mr. Sano smiled easily, but Annabelle could see the nervousness in his face as he answered.

"We wanted Poppy to get a better idea of what it means to be a model, so Cammie was giving her some tips," he explained. 

Naomi's dark expression hadn't changed. "Did she touch her?" 

The room grew heavy with trepidation. 

The photographer cleared his throat, "Well for certain positions, Poppy needed to—"

Annabelle braced herself as Naomi's hand shot out towards the stool. But her heart sank when the massive hand zoomed past her and wrapped itself around Camilla.  

The model Shrinkee shrieked with terror as she was lifted high above. Everyone in the room froze, as if moving would startle Naomi into doing something irreversible.

Apparently, Naomi didn't need to be startled. She opened her maw widely, and popped the still screaming Camilla into her gigantic mouth. 

Annabelle's stomach summersaulted as her eyes threatened to fall out of her head. The two male giants looked similarly panicked.

"Naomi, what are you doing?" Mr. Sano demanded, eyes wide.

Naomi raised an eyebrow. She moved her tongue and pressed it against the side of her mouth. Annabelle could tell Camilla was between the giantess' tongue and cheek. She could hear her wailing from the stool.

"Eating," Naomi answered with a full mouth.

"W-We need her!" The photographer spluttered. "She's one of our top models!"

Naomi shrugged, "Poppy can replace her."

Annabelle blinked, finally managing to speak. "G-Goddess!" She squeaked. Naomi looked down at Annabelle, smiling as much as she could with a person in her mouth. Annabelle's eyes were zeroed in on Naomi's mouth. It didn't look as though the giantess had started chewing yet. She was simply rubbing the poor Shrinkee against her cheek like candy. 

The giantess hummed, satisfied, as she gazed down at Annabelle.

Annabelle gulped. Her next words were the only thing standing in between Camilla becoming acquainted with Naomi's digestive system.

Annabelle squeaked up at her captor, "If you want me to model, then I'll model! B-But that Shrinkee helped me a lot today."

Naomi chuckled, no doubt terrifying Camilla even more. 

"We can get someone else to help you," Naomi said with her mouth full. Annabelle watched in horror as the Shrinkee shaped lump was moved over to the giantess' other cheek. 

Annabelle's hands were shaking. Her heard ached in her chest. She wouldn't let Chef Dufort down after all he had done for her. She had to think fast.

"Goddess!" Annabelle cried again, "Look! She already helped me so much!"

Annabelle shoved her terror down. She forced her hands to stop shaking. She took a quick breath in and thought of the time Chloe had forced her to watch of the vampire romance films for ten hours straight. They had been so sleep deprived that they spent most of the night laughing at random parts of the movies.

Annabelle embraced that memory and displayed the most genuine smile she could muster. She beamed up brightly at Naomi.

The giantess' stopped sucking on Camilla. Her own eyes widened as she stared down at the Shrinkee. Naomi placed her hand under her chin. Her vast maw opened up, revealing the absolutely drenched Shrinkee model. Globs of saliva coated every inch of Camilla's body. Naomi dipped her head forward slightly and spat out Camilla without much fanfare. She plopped her onto the edge of the stool, away from Annabelle.

The teenage Shrinkee could hear Camilla's panicked-filled gasps. There was no doubt in Annabelle's mind that she was probably traumatized, but at least she was alive. Annabelle could hear the squelching that was brought on by every move Camilla made. 

It took Annabelle all she had to keep her eyes on Naomi. Annabelle was worried about Camilla, but she knew if she even glanced her way, Naomi would swallow the model in a second.

Naomi's black painted fingernail found its way under Annabelle's chin. The giantess lovingly scratched her.

"Poppy your smile is so pretty," she praised. 

"Thank you Goddess," Annabelle smiled wider. 

Mr. Sano added, "See, sweetheart? Cammie was a great help to Poppy." The photographer nodded along in frantic agreement. 

Naomi rolled her eyes. She sneered down at Camilla. "You're lucky you don't taste as good as you look," Naomi added, stepping even closer to the stool and hovering over the Shrinkees. "I don't care how important you are to this magazine, if you touch Poppy again, I'm going to eat you whole and shit you out."

Camilla slammed her saliva covered forehead onto the stool's surface in a submissive bow. 

"Y-Yes mistress!" She cried desperately.  

Naomi snarled at Camilla before turning her gaze back to Annabelle. The giantess' face softened as she placed her gigantic palm to the stoop.

This time Annabelle rushed into her hand before Mr. Sano could say anything else that would delay her getting into the panty bed and falling asleep.

Naomi lifted her up towards her gorgeous face. "Poppy listen to me," she said , suddenly serious. "No one should be touching you except me—especially bugs. Do you understand, Poppy?"

"Yes Goddess," Annabelle assured, nodding. She just needed to keep Naomi's attention on her. Though that didn't appear as though it would be difficult. The giantess' eyes were glued onto the Shrinkee. Annabelle recognized the frustrated longing behind Naomi's orbs. There was no doubt that the giantess was struggling to hold back from unleashing her pent up affection all over Annabelle. 

Naomi coiled her fingers around Annabelle's small body. "We're leaving," she announced, turning to go. 

Mr. Sano walked with his daughter. With a grin that showed a relief that he had no been caught, he asked, "Were you able to check out the selection?" He asked. Naomi smiled with excitment, "Yeah they were even better in person."

The giants began to discuss the fabric Naomi had been perusing, but Annabelle couldn't keep her eyes from the other individuals in the room. Camilla lay spread out on the stool, trembling violently. Annabelle's heart ached for her, but her stomach turned when she saw the photographer strut up to her.

As Naomi and her father began to make their way out of the studio, it became impossible for Annabelle to hear whatever the photographer was saying to her. 

Annabelle watched as Naomi headed for the exit and their figures grew smaller from the distance. Annabelle craned her neck to see them. She knew whatever he was saying to her wouldn't be compassionate or sympathetic. Annabelle had a strange morbid desire to see their interaction. A part of her prayed he would offer the battered Shrinkee some comfort. 

But of course she was wrong. The photographer reached down and began touching the Shrinkee. Annabelle was too far away to see just how he was touching her, but she knew from the lustful grin on his face what his intentions were. 

When the photographer unzipped his pants Annabelle finally turned away.

Camilla didn't deserve her fate. She deserved to be with her father, and Chef Dufort deserved to be with his daughter. 

Annabelle may have not been able to save herself, but she would definitely save that little family. 

---

"And your widdle butt was so cute today in your outfit," Naomi said through a yawn that blasted Annabelle with toothpaste-scented breath.

Annabelle forced herself not to openly cringe as the giantess' breath coated her body with a prickly warmth.

The Shrinkee's hopes of falling asleep in the panty bed had been dashed. After they had returned to the Sano's abode, Naomi had unsurprisingly bolted for her room and unleashed a relentless assault of cooing and kissing onto the Shrinkee. The affection had turned into lust, and Annabelle found herself in Naomi's lower region for the better part of the night. 

After Naomi had cleaned both herself and Annabelle, she walked straight past the Shrinkee's cage and settled underneath the covers of her plush bed, cradling Annabelle in her palm. 

Annabelle allowed herself to return Naomi's yawn, hoping that would indicate to the giantess that they should go to sleep. 

Naomi's mouth spread into a blinding smiled. "Are you tired my widdle cutie?" She asked.

Annabelle nodded, "Yes Goddess."

Naomi's giant finger approached the Shrinkee. She wiggled on top of her torso, tickling her, causing Annabelle to giggle.

"I won't keep you up any more, Poppy," Naomi hummed. Annabelle internally celebrated, but was interrupted by Naomi's next words.

"I'm gonna need my good night kiss," she breathed. The Shrinkee had no time prepare has Naomi's gigantic lips puckered in front of her.

In seconds they were on top of her smothering the Shrinkee into the giantess' hand. Annabelle's airways were filled with Naomi's breath. The giantess filled Annabelle's ears with a squeaky kissing sound. Annabelle was completely immobilized under the force of her lips.

After an endless amount of time, Naomi finally released her. Annabelle swallowed up the fresh air as inconspicuously as she could.

"I love you, Poppy," Naomi said, smiling in the dark at her. 

"I love you too, Goddess," Annabelle answered back, still attempting to retake her breath.

Annabelle watched the giantess fight off sleep as massive co-ed's eyes drank her up in the moonlight. Slowly, the giantess succumbed to her exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief. Naomi had seriously drained her. Annabelle rubbed her face. She couldn't take the punk-rock giantess' constantly flipping personalities. 

Harper and Naomi were the most physically affectionate of the giantess, but at least Harper was consistent. Annabelle grew dizzy between watching the giantess snark at her sister or one of their Shrinkee servants, and then in the next second, turn to her with the most obnoxious baby voice anyone had ever attempted.

Though for the most part, Naomi hid her babying side well. She was like two different people. Annabelle wondered if she could convince one of those two people to save Camilla and her father.

Annabelle gazed at her gigantic captor in the dark. Naomi softly snored, creating a gentle breeze for the Shrinkee. Even as she slept, Annabelle couldn't help but think of how pretty Naomi was. She cursed her beauty. None of the giantesses deserved to look as breath-taking as they did. 

Annabelle swallowed her bitterness and allowed herself to sink into Naomi's lavender-scented palm. The Shrinkee must've drifted off to sleep, because the next thing she knew, her body was pumping adrenaline into her. Her instincts screamed at her to wake up. 

The Shrinkee's eyes shot open, just in time to see an unfamiliar massive hand reaching towards her. Before Annabelle could even take in the air to scream, she was engulfed by the hand. Annabelle squirmed and fought against the enormous thing. She felt herself be lifted up high. The hand finally unwrapped itself from around the panicked Shrinkee. 

It was Dr. Sano's huge face she saw peering down at her. Annabelle froze for a moment, surprised. Annabelle opened her mouth to speak when Dr. Sano quietly shushed her.

"Quiet now, little Poppy," she whispered with a smile, "Don't you want to see your mother?"

Annabelle's mouth turned dry. Her heart pounded in her ears. She couldn't think, let alone speak. Dr. Sano's attention turned to her daughter who began stirring in herself. Naomi frowned as she patted the empty space next to her pillow, no doubt searching for Annabelle.

Dr. Sano kept her amused smile as she reached into the pocket of her white lab coat. Surprising Annabelle yet again, the scientist pulled out a Shrinkee man. He was unexpectedly quiet as Dr. Sano lifted him up with only her finger and thumb. The man was obviously scared, but he didn't flail in her grasp.

"Remember," Dr. Sano whispered to the man, "if she doesn't wake up, you'll be excused from testing for a week."

The Shrinkee man nodded. Dr. Sano's smile grew slightly wider. "Good boy," she praised.

Annabelle watched, intrigued, as the giant doctor lowered the Shrinkee man down below, right into her daughter's hand. 

The man disappeared from Annabelle's sight as Naomi wrapped her hand around him. The giantess' frown remained, but she'd stopped stirring. 

Dr. Sano smiled approvingly. She silently left Naomi's room and began making her way through the dark, empty mansion. 

When they were far enough from Naomi's room, Annabelle looked up at giant. She willed her voice to return to her. 

"Y-You have my mother?" She asked.

Dr. Sano glanced down at her with a furrowed brow and a smile. "Hmm?" She hummed questionably, before brief realization appeared on her face. "Oh no, I don't," she answered as though Annabelle had asked her if she had a spare piece of gum.

Annabelle's heart sank. She cursed herself for believing one of the BSA members for even a second.

"Oh don't look so sad little Poppy. It's nothing personal, I just had to make sure you wouldn't try to wake up your Goddess when I took you," she smiled.

Annabelle wrapped her arms around herself. "What are you going to do with me?" She asked with a tight stomach.

Dr. Sano didn't look down at her when she answered with a smile, "I'm just getting what was promised to me."

----

Annabelle grimaced as she found herself in yet another lab with Dr. Sano. Annabelle watched the beautiful giant woman examine her needle. 

With her arms still wrapped around herself, Annabelle said, "Naom--Goddess Naomi holds me pretty tightly at night. That guy you switched out for me may get hurt, or worse."

Still looking at her needle, Dr. Sano noted, "That's perfectly fine Poppy, I don't expect him to make it through the night. I'll make sure to clean up Naomi's hand if I need to."

Annabelle glared at the giant woman. She wished she could return to the time when she'd decided to be apathic, even if it hadn't worked, at least she could pretend that the shit the BSA did didn't bother her.

Dr. Sano smiled, satisfied, at the needle. She turned to Annabelle.

The Shrinkee shuddered. "W-Why do you want my blood anyway?" She asked.

Dr. Sano gave her a confused smile. "Poppy, I truly don't believe you understand how valuable you are. You're one of a kind," she said. 

Annabelle narrowed her eyes. "There's 200 other Type 0 Shrinkees, just like me—"

The Shrinkee fell quiet as Dr. Sano was suddenly looming over her. Before Annabelle could react, Dr. Sano jabbed the needle into Annabelle's chest. 

Annabelle gasped desperately as her chest was punctured. Her eyes bugged and she helplessly gripped the gigantic blood collection tube. Air could not find her. Her mouth gaped helplessly, desperate to take in any breath.

Dr. Sano maintained the pleasant smile as she drained Annabelle's blood. 

"Forgive me Poppy, but the aorta is the largest artery—and seeing as you're so small..." Dr. Sano smiled warmly down at Annabelle.

The Shrinkee looked up at her, her mouth still open, attempting to remember how to breathe. If she had the ability to beg, the Shrinkee would be pleading to the giant.

Dr. Sano continued talking, as if Annabelle wasn't in agony. "And there's not 200 Type 0 Shrinkees out there. The last estimate was less than 200. But I have reason to believe the number is truly around 110, quite possibly even less," she said. 

Annabelle couldn't speak. She could only look at the blood tube fill with her blood. 

"Even if we didn't take that into consideration...Poppy did you know it's been seven years since the last Type 0 had been reported and registered with the world government? They quite literally aren't making them like they used to," Dr. Sano noted.

Annabelle knew she should've been paying more attention to Dr. Sano's words, but she had finally taken in a trickle of air. 

"I don't know why the rate of Type 0s are diminishing, but I do know that it makes you all the more valuable. That coupled with the fact that you are more than likely currently the only unimprinted Type 0 in the world, you can see why the BSA views you as the top priority," she said.

Her gaze moved over to the needle. "We've never held anything as valuable as you in our possession, and trust me, we've held valuable things," Dr. Sano said ominously. After a moment she continued, "I thank the universe every day that the girls found you. Of course it would've been better luck if you had been found by those of us not still in college."

Dr. Sano sighed, "It would've been so much easier if you were in the Founder's direct circle. I'm sure you've noticed, but the girls can be quite immature and possessive." She shook her head, "Honestly, the way they treat you like a pet instead of the precious specimen you are... if I had it my way, I would've opened you up the day you were found," she muttered. 

A burst of pain shot through Annabelle. The faster her heart beat, the more pain she felt—and Dr. Sano's words were causing her heart to pound.

"Don't look so frightened, Poppy," Dr. Sano chuckled. "I won't do anything against my daughter's wishes." She paused before adding with a smirk, "Well anything she'll find out about. Though this is for Naomi's benefit. If I waited for her to bring you to me when she was awake, she would've been breathing down my neck the entire time. By doing this, Naomi gets her sleep and she doesn't have to worry about you."

Dr. Sano's smile became warmer after she seemed to consider some things, "But really Poppy, we had a brief discussion of claiming you when the girls first told us they found you, but none of us were willing to do that to our babies. I believe it's for the best. They've matured some, and I can see you've changed my daughter for the better. I've caught the way she smiles at you--that's rare for her." 

Dr. Sano finally removed the needle from Annabelle's chest. Annabelle lurched forward, clutching her chest. Dr. Sano examined the blood collection tube closely. A smile spread across her lips. 

"Perfect," she hummed.

She walked over to a test tube rack and placed it inside one of the slots. As she turned around to face Annabelle, the blood sample shone with a blue light. 

Annabelle blinked. When she reopened her eyes, the light was gone. Annabelle swallowed with her dry throat. She was hallucinating. She'd lost too much blood. 

With woozy vision, Annabelle looked up at Dr. Sano. She gazed down upon her with an amused chuckle. "You know I hope one day Naomi will also see the value in opening you up and figuring you out. But until then I'll take a step back until she's ready. That's what having children means. You do things that you never thought you would. You'll understand one day, Poppy," Dr. Sano noted.

Annabelle scrunched up her face, attempting to make sense of Dr. Sano's words when she'd lost so much blood.

"Wha—" She started to ask.

She was cut off when Dr. Sano struck her in the chest once more with another needle. 

"Shh, Poppy, save your strength," Dr. Sano said as Annabelle felt her heart struggle to continue beating. Dr. Sano smiled down at her.

"One down, nine more to go."

---

Annabelle nibbled on a piece of the cookie as she lay against Snooty the bear's soft leg. The night from hell had been draining and she still found it difficult to breathe without a dull ache in her chest.

Dr. Sano had drained nearly all of her blood—multiple times. The evil scientist would gather a tube full of her blood, then wait for her body to produce more, and repeat the process. 

By the time they were finished, the sun had started to rise. Dr. Sano had taken Annabelle's limp body back to Naomi.

Before she could be placed back in her hand, Dr. Sano had to wipe down the bloody remains of what was left of the Shrinkee man who had substituted for her. Naomi had crushed the man into nothing in her sleep. 

Even after Dr. Sano had cleaned Naomi's hand, Annabelle could still smell the blood on the giantess' palm. 

Naomi had eventually woken up none the wiser. 

The morning had proceeded as normal. Naomi had eaten breakfast with her family, while Annabelle struggled to sit upright. Then the giantess got into a spat with her younger sister over something Annabelle was too tired to understand or care about. After, Naomi returned to her room with Annabelle to take her classes. The only unexpected moment came from Dr. Sano bringing Annabelle an entire chocolate chip cookie out of "concern" since the Shrinkee appeared sluggish. She also filled her water dispenser with apple juice. Annabelle had considered rejecting it, but the smell of the cookie was too delicious to pass up. 

Shortly after Naomi's classes for the day were done, she left to get "heir lessons" from Mr. Sano, leaving Annabelle all alone in her cage with the cookie the giantess had broken up into manageable pieces. 

Annabelle closed her eyes as she allowed the taste of chocolate to coat her tongue. The cookie was great, but not better than the deserts Chef Dufort made. 

The Shrinkee frowned. She needed to figure out how to help him and his daughter. Though it was difficult to think when she was still feeling so light-headed. She knew that if she hadn't been a Type 0, she would've died the night before. 

Annabelle placed the cookie on her lap. She would've had an easier time thinking of a plan if she hadn't had her blood repeatedly depleted from her body for over four hours. 

Annabelle struggled to remember the details of the night. She recalled Dr. Sano talking a lot about Type 0s. She thought possibly the scientist had mentioned something about Annabelle being special because she hadn't imprinted. 

Annabelle took another bite of the cookie. Little did the BSA know, she wasn't the only unimprinted Shrinkee around. Annabelle leaned back into Snooty. 

She missed Steven, but she knew the next time she saw him, she would have to delve into her past. It wasn't something she was looking forward to. 

She wondered if she could get away with telling him half of the story, that way she could only be half traumatized. Annabelle sighed. She suspected that wouldn't work. She would have to figure something else out. 

The Shrinkee broke a chocolate chip from the cookie. As she opened her mouth to chew, all the hairs on her body stood up. Blood rushed to her ears, and her heart pounded away. 

Annabelle dropped the chocolate. Slowly she leaned forward and crawled onto her knees. Annabelle looked around the cage. She didn't know what it was, but she knew something dangerous was near. For a moment, she didn't see anything.

Then she did.

Annabelle's stomach dropped when she saw it. A ginormous spider was quickly making its way across the desk Annabelle's cage was settled on. It was a monstrous looking thing, with fuzzy legs and a dark torso. 

The Shrinkee stood frozen, petrified of the horrendous creature. Spiders never particularly bothered her before she shrank, but everything looked more terrifying when it was blown up a a million times its original size—and spiders were no exception.  

The heinous looking thing had not stopped once and was heading straight for the cage. Annabelle whimpered as she backed up against the cage's back wall.

It wasn't long before the spider was nearing the cage. Annabelle's heart sank as the spider crawled around the cage's perimeter, right for where she was. 

Annabelle squealed and ran over to grab her pink dog bowl as a weapon. The spider followed her around to the front of the cage. It began to attempt to squeeze through the wired wall. 

It being so close, Annabelle could see the multiple shifting beady eyes and wiggling erratic looking hairy legs.

Annabelle watched one of those legs squeeze through the wires on the wall. The Shrinkee screamed and backed away. She tripped over the cookie, causing her water bowl to slip from her fingers and roll towards the panty bed. 

Annabelle screamed as the spider got another leg through the wall. It was going crazy, moving hectically as if it wanted nothing more than to get at her. Annabelle screamed again and picked up a piece of the cookie. She threw it at the spider with all of her might, but it didn't react to it at all.

She really didn't want to get eaten—especially by a spider. The Shrinkee picked up another piece of cookie and flung it at the spider. The cookie hit its eye, but it only seemed to aggravate it. Half of the spider's legs were nearly through the wall.

Annabelle ran over to the dog bowl. She raised her arm to throw it at the spider, when her eyes flickered over the number panel. Without a second to think, Annabelle flung the bowl at the number panel, hoping to hit Naomi's number, but really any number would do. 

The sound of Annabelle's heart muted the ringing sound and everything else around her as she waited.

At last, someone picked up. 

"Poppy woppy, have you finally finished moping over that worthless Freshm—"

Annabelle had never been so happy to hear Leah's voice, but she didn't have time to hear her usual haughty taunts.

"Goddess! S-Spider!" Annabelle shrieked. 

There was the quickest of pauses, before Leah cried out, "What the hell?" Annabelle could hear the alarm in her voice. 

"Shit," she hissed, "Hold on Poppy." 

A click rang through the cage. Annabelle whimpered. She knew Leah was probably calling for help, but Annabelle was running the risk of having a full blown panic attack. 

The spider squeezed its torso through the wall, reminding Annabelle that physics was constantly out to fuck her over. The Shrinkee screamed and bolted over to side of the wall. She frantically started to climb as the spider headed right for her.

Annabelle continued to climb up the side of the wall until she reached where the ceiling and the wall met. The Shrinkee had never been one for playground activities, but Annabelle summoned the elementary school version of her who had been somewhat aware of how to climb the monkey bars. 

Annabelle pulled herself up to the wall. She hung upside down and pulled herself closer to the ceiling. 

The spider stood on multiples of its legs trying to reach her. Annabelle shrieked in terror. It would only be a matter of time before the spider realized it could get up there the same way she had. 

Tears filled Annabelle's eyes as the spider brushed against her hair that swung from her head. Her throat burned as she continued to scream.

Suddenly the door burst open. Annabelle almost fell from the loud noise and the shock. Powerful footsteps thundered over to her. Annabelle turned her neck to see Nell running towards her. Relief hit Annabelle so hard she started to cry. 

Then the Shrinkee remembered the finger touch keypad. Annabelle's tears became ones of frustration. But she was surprised when Nell reached into her pocket and pulled out something that looked like tape. She pressed it against the touchpad. 

A loud clicking sound pierced through the cage. Nell swung open the door. Her gigantic hand was immediately on her body. Nell grabbed the Shrinkee and pulled her out of the cage. She quickly flipped the cage's door closed with her free hand.

The giant teen opened her palm and peered down at Annabelle with concern. "Poppy are you okay?" She panted, out of breath. Nell had droplets of sweat running down her face. Annabelle figured she must've run through the mansion to save her.

Annabelle could only sob, rubbing her eyes as she sat in Nell's hand. 

Nell's eyes widened. Very tentatively, she started to stroke Annabelle's head. "Shh, Poppy, it'll be okay," she tried to comfort. 

Annabelle grabbed Nell's finger and wrapped her arms around it. She felt Nell flinched out of surprise, but the Shrinkee held on, sobbing into the giant teen's finger. 

"I-It's okay Poppy," Nell said again. "You're safe now. I've got you."

---

Annabelle's body was twisted and turned as Naomi's gigantic fingers inspected every inch of her. 

"Are you sure you're okay Poppy?" She demanded.  

Annabelle nodded. She attempted to give Naomi a reassuring smile. "Yes Goddess, I'm not hurt," she answered.

The Sanos were gathered together in one of their many rooms. Nell and Dr. Sano had been sitting at a table, waiting with tea for Naomi and Mr. Sano to return from Naomi's heir lessons. 

Annabelle had spent the time waiting for Naomi by Nell's side. The giant teen hadn't touched her again since she set her on the table, but Annabelle had been comforted just by her presence. 

When Naomi and Mr. Sano had finally returned, the punk-rock giantess ran straight for Annabelle. She scooped her up and began to examine her for any injuries. 

Naomi gave a relieved chuckle when she realized Annabelle was all right. She gently stroked Annabelle's cheek. 

"I am so sorry, Poppy," she said.

"Goddess, it's okay, I'm fine," Annabelle said. 

Naomi only gave her a sad smile before softly placing her back on the table with a pat on the head. In a second Naomi was over Nell. She yanked the girl up by her collar, and shoved her against the wall.

Annabelle's eyes widened, and Dr. and Mr. Sano appeared equally stunned. Nell blinked, looking utterly confused by her sister's aggression.

"How the fuck did you open Poppy's cage?" She demanded. 

Nell's face paled, "Wha—"

"What did you do?" She shouted into her face.

Finally, the parents snapped back into reality. Mr. Sano jumped out of his seat and pulled his oldest daughter off of his youngest. Dr. Sano rushed over to Nell to check up on her. 

"Naomi! Relax!" Mr. Sano barked.

Naomi fought against him. "No!" She barked back. She glowered at Nell, "Tell me what you did!"

Annabelle scooted back, scared of the giantess' booming anger. It was always horrific to see such intense emotion blown up to such massive scales.

"Fine!" Nell shouted back, "I took your fingerprint while you were sleeping."

Both of their parents looked at Nell in shock. Naomi futilely tried to escape her father's grasp. "You fucking snake! I knew you were trying to take her!" She shouted.

Nell stammered, "I-I just wanted to talk to her!"

"Bullshit! You could've talked to her through the cage. You just want her for yourself," Naomi growled. 

"Naomi!" Dr. Sano snapped, "Don't you think your sister is owed some grace since she saved Poppy when you were away?"

"Fuck that," Naomi hissed, "If her clumsy ass hadn't tripped over her own feet, we wouldn't have bugs crawling all over this house!" 

"I said I was sorry!" Nell cried.

Naomi spat, "Come here, I'll give you something to be fucking sorry about!"

"Enough!" Dr. Sano shouted, startling Annabelle and her daughters into silence. She turned to her oldest. 

"Naomi, take a walk," she ordered.

Naomi's eyes grew large, "But—"

"Take a walk," Dr. Sano repeated.

Naomi glowered at Nell, but stopped fighting her father. Mr. Sano cautiously released her. Naomi stewed silently. She walked over to Annabelle. The giantess' hand cast a shadow over the Shrinkee as she reached for her. 

"No," Mr. Sano said, stopping her. "Leave Poppy here."

Naomi spun around towards her father, creating a gust of wind for Annabelle. "Why—"

Mr. Sano cut her off, "Remember what we talked about. A leader can't be ruled by her emotions. You need to figure out how to collect yourself without relying on Poppy as a crutch."

Annabelle looked between Naomi and her father, curious to see how the situation would play out. There was a steely silence for a moment. Eventually, Naomi retracted her hand away from Annabelle. 

She shot Nell one last glare before she stormed out of the room. Annabelle hoped the giantess wouldn't run into any Shrinkee servants on her walk. She could only imagine what the furious co-ed would do to them.

The remaining Sanos all collectively showed signs of relief when Naomi left. Dr. Sano sighed and slumped back into her chair. Mr. Sano looked at Nell and cocked his head as though he was intrigued. 

"Really? You copied her fingerprint?" He asked.

Nell looked at her shoes, her face full of guilt. "Yeah, I'm sorry." 

Annabelle caught Dr. and Mr. Sano exchange glances. The Shrinkee couldn't tell what they were thinking. 

Mr. Sano gestured to the chair Nell had been sitting in. "Have a seat, baby," he said as he took his own seat.

Nell followed his command and sat in the chair with her head down, looking as if she were preparing herself to be punished. 

Annabelle glanced around at the giants who sat around her, almost completely surrounding the Shrinkee. She would never be a fan of that feeling of being trapped.

"Penelope," Dr. Sano started, "Even if Naomi won't say it, what you did for Poppy was very impressive. As soon as you heard what was happening, you jumped straight into action."

Annabelle listened to the giants. From what she'd gathered, Nell did run through the mansion to save her. Apparently, Leah had called Naomi, who in turn had called Dr. Sano, who had been with Nell on the other side of the mansion.

A faint blush fell over Nell's checks. She shrugged, "It was nothing." 

Dr. Sano shook her head, "It wasn't nothing. Yes, Poppy can't perish, but you saved her from a tremendous amount of pain."

Nell was silent as she fiddled with her fingers, obviously embarrassed by the praise she was receiving. 

"Your mother and I were talking," Mr. Sano said, "We think you should also be allowed to own Poppy—at least temporarily."

Annabelle blinked, shocked at the conversation. 

Nell seemed similarly surprised. She stammered, "Th-That's—there's no way Naomi or the others would let me--"

"They won't know," Dr. Sano said calmly, "Well, unless you tell them."

Nell looked between her parents, confused. Mr. Sano explained, "When I take Naomi out for her lessons, you can have Poppy until we return home. We will tell Naomi that Poppy will be with your mother so another incident like today doesn't happen. But it will be your responsibility to make sure Poppy is with your mother by the time Naomi returns home—we won't be covering for you if Naomi finds out."

Annabelle cringed at the Sanos' parenting style. They were so conniving.

Naomi was quiet for a moment before asking, "Why?"

Dr. Sano and her husband looked at each other once again. She answered, "We think you would benefit from owning Poppy."

Annabelle found that answer to be pretty vague, but Nell seemed to accept it in stride. 

Mr. Sano sat up slightly and winked down at Annabelle. "And of course Poppy won't spill the beans, will you Poppy? You know what will happen if you do," he grinned.

Although her mouth was dry, Annabelle nervously swallowed. She imagined her father's crushed body underneath one of the BSA member's foot.

Slowly, she nodded. 

"Good girl," Dr. Sano praised.

Nell looked between her parents curiously, but asked no further questions of them. Instead, she turned to Annabelle.

Her face flushed more as she asked, "Um, Poppy...do you want to stay with me while my sister is away?"

Only seconds after her words reached Annabelle's ears, did the Shrinkee find herself plucked up by her legs, high in the air. Annabelle screamed and she could see Nell tense. Mr. Sano had lifted her up and plopped her into Nell's hands. 

Annabelle landed onto her stomach with a forceful thud. She groaned as she received a face full of Nell's damp palm flesh. She heard the giants' voices boom above her as she gathered herself.

"Baby you are certainly welcome to ask Poppy her opinion, but we want you to really think about what it means to own something—especially something as valuable as a Type 0," Mr. Sano said. 

Annabelle knew she should've been irritated by the giant's words, but she was distracted by an intriguing scent she was picking up. Before Annabelle sat up, she discretely sniffed Nell's palm. A wave of salty sweat filled Annabelle's nostrils, but there was something else...something more.

Annabelle sniffed again. It took her a minute to place it, but she finally realized the smell...lemons. 

Annabelle tuned back into the conversation. Nell was defending her decision to ask Annabelle her opinion.

The Shrinkee sat up and gazed up at the giant teen. She really could see the resemblance she had to Naomi. 

Annabelle didn't understand why Nell was so down on her looks. Annabelle found her glasses and braces endearing. The teen's skin was also clearing up. 

"Nell, I don't mind staying with you," Annabelle suddenly blurted, surprising even herself. The room grew quiet.

Nell's brown eyes widened as she looked down at the Shrinkee. "R-Really? Are you sure?" She asked.

Annabelle nodded, "Yeah, I mean if there's still bugs around then I'd rather be with you. Plus, I wouldn't mind hanging out."

Annabelle also considered that Nell would be a much easier accomplice to gain in her plan to find a way to free the Duforts from the BSA.

Nell blinked. Her lips spread into a huge smile. The giant teen's braces shinned as she beamed down at the Shrinkee. The adult Sanos looked similarly pleased.

"Okay!" She chirped.

Annabelle couldn't help but return Nell's smile. Maybe her time at the Sano's wouldn't be so bad. She was wary to call any member of the BSA a friend, but Nell seemed to genuinely care about her feelings. Annabelle would be cautious, but she could see hanging out with Nell as being fun.

Even if she was wrong, Annabelle was sure everything would work out fine.

It wasn't as if Nell could be any worse than her sister.