"Please, you don't have to do this, Poppy."

Nell groaned and rubbed her face.

Adrenaline pushed through the Shrinkee's blood. "Sorry, but I have to," she said. She took a deep breath and commanded, "Pawn to h5."

The giant teen made a whining sound as she dragged Annabelle's black pawn to the white square on the chessboard. Annabelle grinned, there was only one way for Nell to go.

Nell groaned again. She picked up her white King. "King to h3," she grumbled. 

Annabelle's grin grew wider until Nell's hand started to go for her white Queen.

"Wait!" Annabelle squeaked. 

Nell retracted her hand and looked at Annabelle curiously. Annabelle strutted forward. She walked onto the cold hardwood of the chessboard and through the remaining pieces that reached past her head. The Shrinkee strolled right up to Nell's white Queen. 

She placed her hands against the marble piece and shoved it as hard as she could. It took a moment, but the Queen came crashing down. 

Annabelle smiled proudly up at the gigantic teenager. "Checkmate," she announced.

Nell rolled her eyes and placed her hand onto chessboard. Annabelle stepped into the gigantic thing. She was lifted up from the fancy chessboard Nell had set up on the giant teen's bedroom floor. 

"I never took you for a sore winner, Poppy," Nell teased. 

Annabelle hooked her arm around Nell's enormous thumb as the giant teen collapsed into her green beanbag chair. 

Annabelle settled herself from Nell's abrupt descent. She straightened her hair and replied, "Don't hate the player...etc, etc."

Nell laughed, her head leaning back slightly. Annabelle watched the giant teen with a smile. Nell so rarely laughed outside of their daily hangouts. 

"Who taught you to play chess?" Nell asked. 

Annabelle sat down in Nell's palm. She stretched her legs out. "My mother," Annabelle answered, "But I used to play by myself when I was younger."

Nell's face lit up. "Me too!" She gasped.

Annabelle winced at the booming voice of the teen. The sound rattled her ears a bit. Nell cringed.

"I'm so sorry, Poppy," she apologized at a much lower volume. 

Annabelle gave her an understanding smile. "It's okay, you're still learning how to deal with Shrinkees," she said. 

Truthfully, Annabelle was more disappointed by Nell's reluctance to call her anything other than the name her captors had thrust upon her. Annabelle didn't push the issue. She was just grateful Nell wasn't cooing over her or forcing her to audibly declare her submission to her. 

Nell's head dipped. "I've been around Shrinkees my entire life, I should know this stuff," she mumbled.

Annabelle frowned, "Nell, it's not like you were taught to take Shrinkees' comfort into consideration."

Nell sighed, blowing air onto Annabelle. "Poppy can you let me know if there's anything I do that Shrinkees don't like?"

"Nell, you're fine—"

Nell pleaded with the Shrinkee, "Please Poppy, anything. Like am I holding you right?"

Annabelle exhaled. She looked around Nell's hand. "This is fine, but when you move around you can't keep your hand completely still when you suddenly stop, otherwise it'll be difficult for me to stay on," Annabelle explained. 

Nell nodded seriously, as if she was memorizing everything Annabelle said.

"What else can I do?" She asked.

Annabelle gave her a small smile. "I think just the fact that you're asking is already better treatment than most Shrinkees get," she noted. 

Nell hesitated as she considered what Annabelle said. Nell bit her lip, showcasing the braces that lined her upper teeth. "Poppy can I ask you a question?"

Annabelle nodded, curious as to what Nell was thinking. 

"Why is it so scary being so small?" She asked.

Annabelle blinked. Nell clarified, "It's just, I know it's scary being your size, because all of my life, I've seen Shrinkees act so terrified around normal people."

Annabelle's mouth twisted into a frown. "Shrinkees captured by the BSA are probably scared of you guys for other reasons," Annabelle pointed out.

Nell winced, but Annabelle didn't regret her honesty. It was the truth. Annabelle had Shrinkee cousins and family members, and while they held a healthy amount of fear, it was nowhere near the amount she'd felt being in close proximity with the BSA.

Nell moved past Annabelle's comments. "But being a Shrinkee generally," she asked, "What's scary about it?"

Annabelle was quiet for a moment as she thought about Nell's question. "It's scary to not have any power," Annabelle answered.

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

"I mean that almost every living creature that lives on this planet can overpower me," Annabelle said. She listed, "Puppies, babies...bugs."

Nell frowned. "So are you afraid all of the time?" She asked.

Annabelle nodded slowly, "Yeah, basically."

Nell's brown eyes turned sad. "Are you afraid even when you're with my sister and her friends?" She asked.

Annabelle tensed. "I'm especially afraid when I'm with them," she answered honestly.

Nell scrunched her face up, confused. "They're like obsessed with you. They would never let anything hurt you," she said.

Annabelle sighed, "It's a different kind of fear with them."

Annabelle clarified when Nell looked down at her, confused. "All they know is power. They've been using their money and their looks to manipulate people all of their lives, but at the end of the day the people they manipulate still have free will. Soon, I won't even have that, and the they're trying their best to make it happen as quickly as possible," Annabelle said with a deep sadness in her chest. 

Nell whispered earnestly, "But you're not imprinted yet!"

Annabelle's shoulders slumped. "No. I'm not. But everyday I get a little closer. Nell, they control every aspect of my life. They decide what I eat, what I wear, what my name is. I can't escape them," Annabelle said, wrapping her arms around her body.

"But..." Nell grimaced. She stopped herself. She looked down at Annabelle conflicted. 

"What?" Annabelle prompted. 

Nell sighed, blowing air against Annabelle. "I'm not trying to minimize your feelings," she started. 

Annabelle looked up at her, wondering what she could possibly say in defense of the shittiness of her situation. 

Nell tentatively continued, "But Naomi and the others...? They've been mean—like really mean for my entire life. I don't think I've ever seen them say a nice word to anyone who wasn't our parents—in a genuine way I mean. But with you they're so caring. It's really strange to see."

Annabelle didn't say anything. She just wrapped her arms around herself tighter. 

Nell frowned, "I'm not trying to say what they're doing is okay, Poppy." She pointed out, "Remember Thanksgiving when we were drugged and you were taken by one of Mr. Abbot's men? When we came to, the first thing they did was look for you—it was like pure instinct. And when we realized you were gone, they were angry, sure, but mostly they were scared. I'd never seen them cry like that."

Annabelle shook her head, horrified. "Nell, I don't know how you can say all of that like it's a good thing. I did not know they existed until a few months ago, and yet here we are. That level of obsessiveness would be overwhelming if I wasn't three inches tall, but at my size it's terrifying," she breathed. 

"But Poppy—"

"No, you don't get it," she snapped running her fingers through her hair, "When you love someone you want the best for them, right? Well if you grew up thinking you're better than everyone else, then of course what you think is best is just objectively the best, which means any decision you make for them is a decision that will lead them to have the best life. So even if that person is telling you that your decisions are psychopathic and inhumane, and they're slowly losing their fucking mind because of the decisions you're making, you just ignore their whining because, after all, you know what's best for them. And that's what's so terrifying about them. Their love is suffocating because it's just their justification for controlling me."

Annabelle inhaled deeply after finishing her rant. 

UNGRATEFUL. UNAPPRECIATIVE. PARASITE.

Annabelle turned from Nell and closed her eyes. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up," she muttered. 

"Poppy?" Nell called. 

Annabelle reopened her eyes. Although Nell's voice was soft, it broke through Poppy's reprimand. 

The Shrinkee tried to compose herself.

"Yes?" She said turning back to Nell. She looked up into Nell's concerned eyes.

"Do I—Do I scare you too?" She asked.

Annabelle's expression softened. She considered Nell's question and she tensed again. She paused before answering, "Yes."

Nell's face dropped. She looked genuinely heartbroken.

"But not like how your sister and the rest of the BSA does," Annabelle insisted, "Just in the way that all giants scare me." 

Nell cocked her head, "Giants?"

Annabelle's cheeks grew warm at her slip up. 

"Poppy is that how you think of us? As giants?" Nell questioned.

Annabelle slowly nodded, her cheeks still on fire.

Nell frowned, "But Poppy, you're the one who's tiny."

"I know that," Annabelle said, "But it doesn't feel that way. It doesn't feel like I've changed—it feels like world has."

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Annabelle hesitated. She thought of the Duforts. If Nell could help...

Annabelle clenched her fists. No. This conversation had shifted her perspective. Their lives were too precious to place in the hands of a teenager who Annabelle wasn't even sure where she would end up in as a part of the BSA.

No, she would have to rely on herself to get the Duforts to safety.

Annabelle plastered on a smile and beamed up at the gigantic teenager.  

"Yeah, can we play another game of chess?"

--

Annabelle closed her eyes as she concentrated on Naomi's clitoris. Like always, it was difficult to balance herself while she lay on the giantess' pelvis during her special duties. She faced towards Naomi's feet while the giantess squirmed and wiggled. Annabelle held onto Naomi's dark hair from her neatly trimmed bush. The Shrinkee clenched Naomi's hair with one hand, and rubbed the giantess' clit with the other. Annabelle had already pushed back the pink button's hood, and was massaging the exposed thing thoroughly. 

Naomi was responding enthusiastically. The giantess moaned and squirmed as Annabelle worked on her clit. The Shrinkee opened her mouth and lowered her tongue to Naomi's swollen button. Before her tongue met with the pink thing, Annabelle stopped herself. 

The Shrinkee had to remind herself of the giantess' preferences. It was difficult to keep straight with who preferred what. 

Annabelle gripped Naomi's hair tighter, knowing that she would need to hold on with all of her might. Slowly, the Shrinkee gently blew against Naomi's clit. The giantess screamed and thrashed as she spread her legs widely a part.

Naomi groaned as she dove her black-painted nail polished fingers into her leaking pussy. Squelching  sounds filled Annabelle's ears. She tried to focus solely on Naomi's clitoris but it was difficult with Naomi's gigantic fingers frantically pumping in and out of her vagina right in front of the Shrinkee.   

It was then, the Shrinkee knew it was time. Annabelle gently stroked her tongue against Naomi's pink button. Although it only had a hint of her arousal fluids, it was still delicious to Annabelle—a fact that had not gotten less horrific for the Shrinkee.

Naomi's screams grew louder, and the wetness of her fingers increased. The squelching turned into sloshing. 

Annabelle could feel the gigantic co-ed's orgasm coming. Just as Annabelle thought Naomi was going to erupt, the giantess suddenly removed her dripping fingers from her pussy.

Then she said two words that caused Annabelle's stomach to drop: "Switch Poppy."

Annabelle froze as Naomi's fingers took her spot in massaging the giantess' clit. Annabelle forced herself to sit up.

She had to do it. She had to do it. 

She scooted past Naomi's fingers. Her pubic hair tickled Annabelle's bare butt. As the Shrinkee reached the perch of Naomi's mound, she could smell the giantess' arousal.

Annabelle considered pushing Naomi's fingers out of the way and reclaiming her spot, but she knew Naomi would still force her where she wanted and she would have a displeased giantess after she was done.

Annabelle couldn't have that. She needed her in a good mood in order for her plan to succeed.

Annabelle jumped down onto the bed in between Naomi's thighs. She landed in a shallow puddle of the punk-rock giantess' juices. She ignored the terrifying part of her brain that just wanted her to get on all fours and lap up Naomi's nectar. 

Instead she faced the giantess' convulsing entrance. She never stopped feeling intimidating looking at the pink cavernous monster. Annabelle took in a deep breath to calm herself. She got the full force of Naomi's hot arousal. Annabelle slapped her face and focused.

She walked up to Naomi's lips and spread them open. Naomi squealed at Annabelle's touch and started to squirm again. Annabelle continued forward. She was able to climb inside despite the giantess' thrashing around. 

The unfortunately familiar oppressive heat from the inside of the giantess' box stuck to Annabelle's skin. 

Vaginal fluid dripped down onto the Shrinkee as she crawled through Naomi's cavern. Annabelle army crawled through the giantess' wet insides. She kept her mouth closed, not wanting to lose herself to the giantess' liquids.

Annabelle started pressing towards Naomi's G-spot, but as she got closer, she felt something grip her waist. Annabelle squeaked from suddenly being grabbed, accidently letting some of Naomi's liquids into her mouth.

Though the Shrinkee didn't have time to appreciate the taste. She was pulled out of Naomi's sex. The cold air gripped her once more. Annabelle wiped the thick liquid from her face. She looked around confused.

Then she saw it. Naomi's fingers were still going at her clit, but it had been her other hand that had grabbed Annabelle. 

Realization struck the Shrinkee. When Naomi had said "switch" she really meant "switch."

Annabelle braced herself physically, but she didn't bother trying to mentally prepare. Not that she had time anyway. 

Naomi rammed her into her canal. She heard the giantess' muted screams from inside her cavern. Just as abruptly as she was forced in, Naomi yanked her out. 

It continued like that. 

Naomi screamed as she aggressively used Annabelle as her own personal dildo. Annabelle could do nothing but be jerked and thrusted into Naomi's hole. The world was a constantly changing blur of a cramped hot carven, and a cold bright open space filled with Naomi's shrieks of pleasure.  

Annabelle lost track of time. It was only when Annabelle was left inside Naomi's core did she know it was nearly over.

Walls clamped all around the Shrinkee as Naomi clenched her thighs together. The giantess came forcefully and loudly. Thick liquid oozed all over the Shrinkee's naked body. 

For a while Annabelle could only hear Naomi's pounding heart beat from inside. Annabelle rested, breathing in the heavy air. There was hardly any air inside of Naomi, but Annabelle took what she could.

After Naomi's heart beat slowed down, Annabelle felt something grab her foot. She started to be pulled out of the giantess' cave. Annabelle was actually impressed Naomi could use her nails to get her out, despite the Shrinkee being so slimy. 

Annabelle felt the cold air of Naomi's bedroom against her slime-coated skin. She swung upside down as Naomi's massive fingers brought her over to her chest like a claw game at an arcade. 

Gently, Naomi lowered Annabelle right in between her two hill-sized breasts. Annabelle kept her face towards the giantess' smooth flesh.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out.

She'd found out a while ago that revealing her frenzied, distraught state after the giantesses had used her never ended well. They would become irritated or even in some—Leah's—case, become aroused again. 

Annabelle calmed her mind. She still had a plan to see through.

"Fucking shit, Poppy," Naomi panted, shaking her entire being as she spoke. "How are you so good at this? You're better than any limp dick douche," She chuckled. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out.

Annabelle forced a small smile to appear on her lips. She finally was able to will herself to look at her rapist. 

Still as beautiful as ever, even exhausted and glistening with sweat, Naomi grinned down at her. Her arms were up, with her hands behind her head. Her thick eye makeup hadn't gotten smudged at all. 

"Thank you, Goddess," Annabelle said.

Naomi beamed down at the Shrinkee. "You look so cute covered in my cum, Poppy," she cooed.

Annabelle face burned hot. The way the giantesses spoke to her would never not utterly humiliate her. 

Still, with one arm behind her head, Naomi grabbed Annabelle. Her warm hands slightly alleviated the cold air that came from being drenched in the giantess' liquids. Though Annabelle wasn't able to take relief in the warmth, as Naomi started to lift her hand towards her mouth. Annabelle stiffened, but swallowed her screams. 

The Shrinkee knew the more she showed terror, the more likely she would find herself inside of Naomi's maw. She forced herself to remain silent when Naomi's pink mouth was only inches from her. Slowly, the giantess opened her mouth. Annabelle was blasted with a continuous gust of warm air as Naomi's breath beat upon her. 

Looking into the deep darkness of Naomi's mouth, Annabelle desperately held back her fear. Her terror nearly overwhelmed her when the gigantic co-ed's tongue poked from her mouth. The pink monster leisurely slithered onto the Shrinkee's leg. Annabelle stayed absolutely still. Gently, but deliberately, Naomi began to clean Annabelle's body with her tongue. 

The wet tongue lapped up the thick liquids on her body. Annabelle didn't want to admit it, but the tongue was effective. Fear started to fade for the Shrinkee. Naomi's tongue was both gentle and firm. Even her tongue piercing acted somewhat as a massage tool. It didn't feel horrible. The giantess' long slow strokes reminded Annabelle of a lioness bathing her cub. 

Despite herself, Annabelle relaxed into the licking. Naomi licked each of her legs, her back, and arms. When she got to her front, Naomi slowed her tongue even more. The gigantic co-ed, gradually licked licked up from the Shrinkee's navel up to her chest. 

Annabelle felt each inch of the giantess' tongue as it dragged against her breasts. Annabelle's skin started to tingle. Naomi focused on her breasts, using the tip of her tongue to maneuver around her chest. The pink slimy thing lifted one breast up and let it bounce. Then she did it to the other. Annabelle moaned from the enormous tongue's teasing.

Naomi was only energized by Annabelle's verbalization of pleasure. She began flicking the Shrinkee's nipples with the tip of her tongue. The immense power behind the tongue forced arousal out of Annabelle. The Shrinkee's moans only grew as her nipples hardened. 

Suddenly, Annabelle was flipped around in Naomi's huge fingers. Still prickling with arousal, Annabelle was completely at Naomi's mercy when the giantess' tongue began to wiggle in between her ass cheeks. Naomi lapped up the area right in between the Shrinkee's cheeks.

Annabelle squealed at first, but as the drooling tongue fixated on her butthole, her squeals turned into moans. The Shrinkee groaned deeply as the tip of Naomi's tongue pushed through her anus. Slowly, torturously slowly, Naomi pushed her tongue in deeper. Annabelle instantly started leaking from her sex. 

"GGGoooddeesss," Annabelle begged. 

Naomi wiggled the tip of her tongue. Annabelle groaned from the sensation of her insides being stirred up. Naomi played with her like that for a while until Annabelle was about to burst.

Just as the Shrinkee was going to erupt, Naomi slithered out of her. Annabelle whimpered, but Naomi flipped her over again. Before Annabelle could begin to understand what was happening, Naomi infiltrated her slit wither tongue.

The giantess wasted no time licking her like an ice cream cone. Annabelle was going crazy. Naomi's tongue was a beast of its own, but her metallic spherical piercing collided with her clit with each stroke of her tongue.

Annabelle screamed from the overwhelming pleasure. Over and over, Naomi lapped her up without stopping. Seconds before Annabelle exploded all over the giantess' tongue, Naomi thrust the pink thing's tip inside. The Shrinkee shrieked as she came from the single penetration. 

Annabelle twitched and spasmed from the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Naomi removed her tongue, but continued to gently lick Annabelle through her orgasm. 

Slowly, Annabelle came down, and the usual bout of shame and guilt draped over her. The Shrinkee didn't think she would ever separate the shame that would come from every single sexual release she received from the giantesses. 

And she didn't want to get over it. She needed to be reminded of the evil deeds done by the co-eds who inflicted such pleasure upon her. 

Annabelle's world briefly became Naomi's lips as the giantess gently pressed her lips against her face and torso.

The Shrinkee was finally released from Naomi's fingers. She slumped back onto Naomi's warm flesh. She lay right above Naomi's nipple. She made sure not to accidently brush it with her feet.

"I love you so much Poppy," Naomi said, startling the Shrinkee after being silent for the duration of her assault.

"I-I love you too, Goddess," Annabelle squeaked back.

Naomi lovingly stroked her naked back with a black painted fingernail. They stayed like that for a while. Annabelle fought off the heavy eyelids that her sleep brought. She had a plan to see through. She waited, just listening to Naomi's rhythmic heartbeat.  

Finally, the moment she was waiting for happened.

"Do you want anything, Poppy?" Naomi asked.

It was a question the giantesses occasionally asked her—typically after some kind of sexual activity. Annabelle would've like to have thought it was brought on by deep seeded guilt, but she knew it was more about upping the other giantesses by buying her love. Usually Annabelle fielded off the question with some platitude, but not at that moment.

Annabelle forced her heavy head to lift up towards the giantess.

"Yes Goddess," she replied. The giantess' massive brown eyes looked down at her with surprise.

"Oh really?" She blinked. A slow grin spread across her lips. "What do you want my widdle, perfect, Poppy?" She purred.

Annabelle swallowed nervously. She had to get it right. "I kind of miss the cooking we had back at the house in Queenston," she said. 

The Shrinkee's heart nearly stopped when Naomi stopped stroking her back. The giantess frowned and furrowed her brow.

"Hmm..." She said. "Do you not like the food here, Poppy?"

Annabelle acted quick, knowing her answer could result in very unpleasant circumstances for the chefs that worked in the Sano mansion. 

"No! The food here is great, Goddess. I just think back at Queenstown it was a little more...I don't know? Flavorful?" She said.

Naomi's eyes peered down at her. She looked at her with a dubious expression that made Annabelle want to immediately fold. The Shrinkee held on despite her fear.

Naomi said with a frown, "The chefs here are globally ranked, Poppy. The one back at Queenston was just known in France."

Annabelle's heart pounded loudly in her chest. "Well, I might be remembering wrong, Goddess. I just know I really liked the food I ate there," she said, attempting to save face. 

Naomi hummed as she thought. She noted, "Well if you've been eating shit all your life, I guess the first time you taste something that didn't come from a can would be pretty life-changing."

Annabelle forced her face to remain unchanged. It was difficult, as she found the giantesses' causal classism and elitism beyond range inducing.  

The Shrinkee could only nod in agreement. 

"I'm not asking you to fly that chef out here, of course, I just—"

Naomi frowned again. "Poppy, why wouldn't we bring him over here? You just said you liked his cooking," she said, confused. 

Annabelle held back a smile. It was all coming together. 

"It's just, I don't want to cause you any trouble, Goddess," she said, giving her sweetest puppy dog eyes to the giantess.

It worked completely. Naomi's face melted with adoration, "Oh Poppy, there's nothing you could ever do that would cause me trouble. You're absolutely perfect. I'd do anything for you, you know that," she cooed. 

Her face lit up, "You know what? We can have a whole feast! Anything you want, I'll make sure it's made."

Annabelle made her eyebrows go up with surprise. "Really Goddess?"

Naomi started stroking her back again, "Of course Poppy, anything you want I'll get it for you, just let me know."

Annabelle supposed her liberty wasn't an option, so she didn't bother asking. Instead, Annabelle flipped into hyper-adorable pet mode. It was an embarrassing state to be in, but she didn't have the luxury of being prideful.

Annabelle slightly cocked her head and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, Goddess?" 

Naomi unleashed a girlish squeal that surprised even Annabelle. The giantess caressed the side of Annabelle's face and hummed. 

"How about I let you know when I think of something," Naomi smiled, "For now, just your cute lil face is enough repayment." 

Annabelle beamed up at Naomi. The giantess squealed again, but this time she grabbed Annabelle in a oppressive fist. Annabelle braced herself, she knew what was coming. Naomi raised the Shrinkee to her puckered lips.

The giantess' soft lips enveloped Annabelle's face entirely. The punk-rock giantess peppered the Shrinkee's face with enthusiastic kisses. Annabelle shut her brain off and just allowed herself to appreciate that she was one step closer to reuniting the Duforts. 

At least something was going right.

--

Annabelle chewed on a piece of dried fruit as she watched Nell give twenty turnips to a bartender. 

"Okay, so now I should have enough hearts to get his gin and tonic recipe," Nell explained.

Annabelle looked up at Nell's avatar on her computer and nodded along. She understood virtually nothing about gaming, but the game the teenage giant was playing seemed fun enough.

It was something that Nell called a farming RPG. Though although Nell farmed, the teenager also spent a good amount of time giving gifts to the residents of her avatar's little community. 

"Why do you need the gin and tonic recipe again?" Annabelle asked, taking another bite of the sweet fruit Nell had provided for her.

"So I can make a gin and tonic for the carpenter so he can restore the library," she said.

Annabelle scrunched up her face. "Shouldn't you fix up the fishery first? You can sell the fish you catch, right?" She asked.

Nell blinked, surprised, "Wow Poppy, you catch on fast." Annabelle's cheeks grew slightly warm from her compliment. 

Nell went on to explain, "I want to gain some hearts with the librarian."

Annabelle frowned. She couldn't remember anything the bookish redhead had to offer besides basic controller information Nell had already figured out.

"What do you want from her?" Annabelle asked.

"Her hand in marriage."

Annabelle hummed in surprise. "Oh yeah? What do you get when you marry her?" Annabelle inquired. She finished up the fruit in another bite.

Nell gave a soft chuckle. "You don't get anything Poppy. You're just married. I guess you can have a kid too..." Nell said, trailing off as she focused on the game.

"So you just kind of live through a life?" Annabelle questioned.

Nell nodded, "Yeah, you can get married, grow your farm, and develop the town."

"Oh that's cool."

A ding rang from Nell's computer. A message popped up in the corner. It was from someone called FreddieFiender. It read, 'HEY NELL, I'M LOW ON CARROTS AND I NEED SOME FOR THE VEG FESTIVAL! GOT ANY???'

Nell clicked on her inventory and selected 5 carrots. She explained to Annabelle as she made her avatar walk towards the town well, "You can also go to other people's towns—like real life people."

Nell's avatar jumped into the well. The screen was briefly black before another town reappeared. Another avatar was waiting for her by the well she jumped out of. 

Nell's avatar walked up to the avatar and passed along the carrots. Another message popped up again on Nell's computer.

'THNNXXX!!! I COULDN'T LET THAT BITCH CAROLINE WIN AGAIN.'

Nell snorted and wrote back, 'NO PROB, I'M ALWAYS DOWN TO KNOCK CAROLINE OFF HER HIGH HORSE.' 

Annabelle giggled at the intense aggression the two players held towards the NPC of the Famer's daughter. 

Another message appeared on the screen. 'WANNA JUMP ON STARFITE TONIGHT?' 

Nell messaged back. 'YEAH, SEE IF GABE AND LIZZIE WANT TO JOIN TOO.'

'KK, SEE YA!!'

Nell's avatar jumped into the well again and returned to her town. Nell started to gather the ingredients for the gin recipe. 

Annabelle watched her quietly before she spoke up. "You have a lot of friends," Annabelle noted.  

"You think so?" She hummed, her eyes still on the computer.

"Yeah, it's nice that you can play together," Annabelle said. Her eyes lowered to her lap as she thought of her own former friends. Her heart ached for a moment, before she forced herself to think of other things.

"It's pretty fun," Nell agreed, "Did you ever play video games when you were...you know?"

Annabelle pulled her knees to her chest and shook her head. "Wasn't really my thing," she shrugged.

"What did you do with your friends, then?" Nell asked. Her eyes were still on the computer. 

Annabelle rested her chin on her knees. "I didn't really have friends until I got to Queenston a couple of months ago. And when I made friends, I kinda did whatever they wanted since I was so new to everything. It was weird—they had to teach me how to have friends and like be a friend," she said.  

Nell frowned and paused her game. She removed her hand from her computer mouse. She looked down at Annabelle, puzzled.

"Why didn't you want friends, Poppy?" Nell questioned.

"I never said I didn't want friends," Annabelle pointed out. She wrapped her arms around her legs. 

Nell blinked down at her, still confused. 

Annabelle explained, "I told you I wasn't a people person."

"Yeah," Nell said, frowning, "But I thought you meant like you didn't like people."

"I mean, I'm not exactly a huge fan now, but when I was younger all I ever wanted..." Annabelle trailed off as her cheeks grew hot. 

What exactly was she doing? She didn't know why she was spilling her guts to Nell.

Though it was too late to take it back, the teenage giant's rapt attention was upon her. 

"Poppy, I'm not really getting what you're saying. Someone like you should've had no problem making friends. I mean one, you're not super awkward like me, two, you didn't have a super amazing sister everyone was comparing you to, and three, you're super pretty and super pretty people always have friends even if they're awful like my sister," Nell said.

Annabelle smiled bitterly, "Wrong on all three fronts, Nell."

Nell gave her an expression of complete disbelief.  

Annabelle sighed, "I am beyond awkward Nell. I will say that it used to be worse when I was younger and didn't grasp the fact that other kids didn't want to hear a million facts about the solar system in under two minutes."

The Shrinkee continued while Nell threw her a sympathetic grimace. "Two, I most definitely had a sister who was probably the best person I'll ever know. It wasn't just me who thought that—everyone did. She had this glow—this confidence that no kid should've been able to have," she said full of pride.

She glanced up at Nell who looked down upon her with sad eyes. Annabelle said, "We were definitely compared, and I almost always came out on the bottom. We were identical twins, so that was a whole thing on it's own. We tried the pretending to be each other to trick people thing, but it never worked for long, because she just had that something extra that everyone flocked to. Somehow, they always knew who was who—especially our parents," Annabelle smiled sadly, "But she was just so awesome that I couldn't even hate her for it."

Nell's sad eyes landed on her gigantic hands as she silently fiddled with her fingers. 

Annabelle sighed again, "And lastly, I didn't always look like this. The Type 0 hormones fucked with my body."

Nell shook her head, her face twisted, "No Poppy, don't do that. I've gone through Naomi's phone. I've seen the photos of you with your friends. You were still really pretty. I mean now you're like...I mean...but even before you were pretty too."

Annabelle was taken aback by Nell's admission of espionage against her sister. She wasn't entirely surprised, based on how she'd managed to unlock her cage in the first place, but she was impressed by her boldness.

"Fine," Annabelle relented, "But the way I look—looked—was a negative for me at my high school—hell even the town I lived in used it against me."

"How?"

Annabelle grimaced. She really didn't want to get into it with Nell. She just said simply, "There were rumors about me sleeping around." 

Nell was quiet as she looked at Annabelle curiously. 

"You don't believe me," Annabelle stated. 

Nell quickly shook her head, "No! I believe you Poppy, it's just I'm surprised is all. Naomi and I went to an academy that taught grades K through 12, so I couldn't escape her. I had to watch everyone in the entire school trip over themselves to suck up to her and the others—and trust me it wasn't because of their personalities."

Annabelle leaned her head back slightly while still cradling her legs to her chest. She considered her captors as high school students. Based on Nell's description, they held the same commanding presence they did as co-eds. 

"I'm sure they had nasty rumors spread about them too," Annabelle said. She remembered how Harper had been labeled a slut by her peers. The Shrinkee did note; however, that Harper probably didn't have a blonde Amazonian athlete running a smear campaign against her. 

Nell grunted, obviously disgruntled, "All of the rumors about them only made them seem cooler! Everyone was like obsessed with them. You wouldn't believe how many people pretended to be my friend just so they could get closer to them. It was insane. Just because they're pretty."

Annabelle sighed, "That may have been their experience, Nell, but it wasn't mine. Plus, did they really have friends, or were people just hovering around them? I've been with them for months, and it seems like they're really only friends with each other."

Nell pouted silently, which let Annabelle know she was right. Annabelle wasn't trying to claim Naomi had a difficult high school experience, if anything she was sure the giantesses had made others' experience less than pleasant.

Annabelle paused at that thought.

She raised her head to meet Naomi's eyes. She blurted out a question before she thought it through.

"Nell, were the gian—were your sister and the others bullies?" Annabelle inquired. She wanted to see how hypocritical the giantesses were being about inflicting revenge upon her own bullies. 

Nell scrunched her face up. "No?" She answered, uncertain. Annabelle gave her a questioning look. 

Nell exhaled, blowing Annabelle's hair. "It's hard to explain, Poppy," she said.

Annabelle sat up straighter, intrigued, "Why?" She asked.

Nell frowned, "I don't know—okay, I guess the answer is no they didn't like pick on people. They were just kind of above everyone."

"Wha—"

"Like, they weren't mean to anyone—well everyone except my sister wasn't mean—they were just distant," she said.

Annabelle cocked her head, "Distant?"

Nell folded her arms as she continued to explain, "Like Molly and Harper were friendly to people's faces. Molly was student council president and Harper did a lot of sports and cheerleading—they were nice to everyone in their clubs. Leah was the top of their class and kept to herself, while Naomi just glared at everyone and designed some of the school's team uniforms. They all were different in how they spoke to people, but they were all the same with how they treated them. It was like anyone would do anything they asked—and they knew it."

Annabelle nodded. That sounded right. 

"So it's not really bullying, but maybe taking advantage of people, because they knew everyone wanted to be their friend?" Nell said, trying to work through her own theory. 

"Yeah, I can see that," Annabelle said. 

Nell suddenly threw her head back and groaned. Annabelle jumped from the noise the giant teenager emitted. Nell removed her glasses and rubbed her face. She put them back on.

The giant teenager lowered her enormous face so she was right in front of Annabelle. The Shrinkee's heart jumped into her ears. Nell was by far the most harmless person she had ever met, but at her size every movement was startling for the Shrinkee.

Annabelle was forced to look at Nell's face as she started at the Shrinkee through her bespeckled eyes. 

"Poppy I don't want to spend our time together talking about my awful sister and her annoying friends," she said seriously. 

Annabelle nodded, her throat too dry to say anything. 

Nell continued, "We got off track, but I just wanted to let you know that I think you're like really likeable, and everyone at each and every one of your schools was stupid, because I would've loved to be your friend."

Annabelle's entire face burned from Nell's words.

"T-Thank you," she squeaked. 

"I want you to have fun when you're with me, so I'm gonna try to find something that's fun to do together, okay?" Nell said.

Annabelle nodded again, her cheeks still on fire, "Okay!" 

Nell grinned, showing her shiny braces. Her massive frame raised to her previous height as she sat up straight again. 

Nell resumed the game, while Annabelle tried to get her heart to come back to her chest. She was used to the giantesses showering her with compliments, but she hadn't been expecting any from Nell—at least not at that moment. 

Annabelle glanced up at the teenage giant from her peripheral. Her face was resolute as her avatar hunted down the bookish ginger she was determined to marry.

--

Annabelle stretched her limbs across the warm fabric of Naomi's red bikini top. The Shrinkee was subconsciously made to relax on top of the lounging giantess. It was a comfortable spot. As much as she hated the fact, the giantesses' chests were extremely pleasant spots to lie on top of. 

The warm sun bathed both she and Naomi, as the giantess lounged by her family's pool. It was a large installation, but it didn't take up a fraction of the vast span that was the Sanos' extravagant residence. 

Annabelle, in her own red bikini, flipped onto her back and sat up to see the scene in front of her. The rest of the Sanos' were also enjoying their time by the pool. Of course, no one was actually swimming. 

Naomi's parents were having their own special time together. Mr. Sano was rubbing sunscreen on Dr. Sano's exposed back while she lay on a lounge chair and quizzed him crossword puzzle clues from her tablet.

Nell was the only Sano that came close enough to the pool to touch it. She dipped her feet in the water as she read by the pool side, fully clothed, with her pants pulled up halfway up her legs. Annabelle caught the sly and quick smiles the teenager would send her way.

Then there was Naomi, who Annabelle rested upon. Her large sunglasses hid her true gaze, but somehow Annabelle could feel when the giantess' eyes were on her. The giantess alternated between browsing her social media, stroking Annabelle, and dozing off in the sun's warmth.

A half a dozen or so servants stood at attention in a line a couple yards away, ready to jump and complete their master's or mistresses' command at need be.

"Stop looking at her," Naomi suddenly said.

Annabelle sat up and turned to her gigantic captor, confused. Naomi was still scrolling on her phone, her attention seemingly on her social media.  

Annabelle understood when Nell sputtered back, "I-I'm not even—"

Naomi sighed and put her phone down, shaking Annabelle a bit. "Yes you are. Just read your dorky-ass book," she snapped.  

Nell scowled at her sister, indignant, "It's not dorky. It's about a widowed man who becomes a jester for a dragon king—"

"Like I said," Naomi snarled, picking up her phone again, "No one wants to hear about your dorky-ass book."

Dr. Sano intervened. She turned her head sideways as she lay on her stomach while her husband started to massage her shoulders. 

"I'd like to hear about your book, baby," Dr. Sano smiled at her youngest.

Naomi scoffed, but stayed quiet. Nell returned her mother's smile. "Oh, okay," she said, pleasantly surprised. "Well it starts when the jester—who's originally a carpenter—meets a frail seamstress..."

Annabelle listened to Nell's description, amused by the passion the teenager was bringing to her retelling of the book. Although the youngest Sano had turned to parents to describe the story, the frequent glances Nell gave her let her know that the teenager was aware of Annabelle's attention. 

The Shrinkee followed along to the story, enjoying the tale, when she felt Naomi's finger return to her back. The black nail pressed gently right between her shoulder blades. Something about the pressure of Naomi's finger, and the the exact placement against Annabelle's spine struck the Shrinkee in her golden spot.

Before she could fight against the pleasure, Annabelle groaned from relief. She felt Naomi's enormous finger stop in its tracks, the giantess no doubt was surprised by Annabelle's noises.

Naomi quickly doubled her efforts. She placed her phone down with a pleased smile. Her fingernail wonderfully painted its amazing pressure up and down her spine. Annabelle didn't bother resisting. She melted, collapsing onto her stomach. Her body pressed against the curve of Naomi's red bikini cup. 

Annabelle emitted soft moans as Naomi's giant finger lightly scratched her back. Annabelle was fully aware of how pet-like she appeared. 

Somewhere in her mind Annabelle took note that Nell's voice was getting quieter. The Shrinkee peeked over to her through her thralls of pleasure, and saw that although the youngest Sano was still explaining the story, her eyes were on Annabelle and Naomi. 

Annabelle could read the blatant jealously on Nell's face. Naomi noticed her sister's envious gaze. She smiled.

"Do you like that, Poppy?" Naomi hummed, her finger relentless.

Annabelle could only groan with approval.  

"Poppy..." Naomi sang, obviously wanting more of a verbal answer from the Shrinkee.

"Yes..." Annabelle purred, through Naomi's scratching, "I like it, Goddess."

Nell's eyes grew larger as she watched their interaction. She abruptly stopped her retelling. Her face blossomed with red, and she quickly turned back around towards the pool, her face buried in her book. 

Naomi's parents looked between each other and shook their heads, amused. Mr. Sano returned to his own massaging task.

Annabelle knew she should've been embarrassed by the noises she was making, but she was far too lost in powerful scratching and massaging of Naomi's finger.

"Who's a good girl?" Naomi grinned. 

Annabelle only purred in response, but Naomi seemed to be satisfied despite a non-verbal answer. Annabelle wanted to feel shame, but she couldn't force herself to feel anything other than deep pleasure.

"Oh yeah," Naomi suddenly said to her parents, "Can you send for the chef you assigned us in Queenston?" She asked. 

Annabelle's ears perked up. It was difficult to pay attention when all she wanted to do was close her eyes and submit to Naomi's massaging, but she had a family to reunite. She kept her eyes open on Naomi and her parents.

They turned to Naomi. "Sure, sweetheart," Mr. Sano agreed immediately, "But what's the occasion?" He asked. 

"Poppy misses his food," she answered simply.

If she hadn't been receiving a massage, Annabelle would've tensed back up again. The BSA adults never seemed to give her the same benefit of doubt that she received from the giantesses.

"Is that so?" Dr. Sano asked, slowly. Annabelle could feel the woman's eyes on her.

Still massaging his wife, Mr. Sano questioned, "Did you tell her that the chefs here are globally ranked—"

"Yeah, she's more focused on the taste though. I think she's feeling kinda sentimental," Naomi explained.

Dr. Sano smiled, "Well then we'll definitely make sure he's in the air within the hour." With that she snapped twice.

One of the many servants surrounding them stepped forward. He looked to be around the age of Naomi's parents. He was dressed in the classic servants' uniform all of the BSA servants wore, the fitted button down shirt with the apron in the uniform's front.

"Yes mistress?" He answered, his face stoic.

"Send for Chef Dufort right away," she ordered. 

Without hesitating, the servant nodded, "Yes mistress." He was gone from the pool area in under a second. 

Mr. Sano leaned closer to his wife. "So you just know the chef's name right off the top of your head? Should I be jealous?" He teased.

Dr. Sano smirked and flipped over onto her back. She looked up at her husband. "I would hope you know the name of the man responsible for our daughter's meals," she said.

Mr. Sano leaned even closer, until their torsos were pressed against each other. 

"You don't need to know his name," he said into her ear. 

"Oh don't I?" Dr. Sano grinned mischievously.

"There's only one name that should pass from your lips."

"Do you want me say it?" 

"I want you to scream it."

Naomi's smile wiped from her face. Nell similarly turned around to look at her parents with disgust.

"Can you guys not?" Naomi grunted. 

The adults laughed at their daughters' reactions. Mr. Sano smiled down at his wife, "We're being slut-shammed, my love."

Dr. Sano smiled back, "We certainly are."

Mr. Sano stood up to his feet and in a smooth, fluid motion, her scooped his wife into his muscular arms in a bridal carry.

Dr. Sano laughed like a teenager as Mr. Sano started to carry her away. "You girls enjoy the pool," he laughed, "I'm going to save my wife from this judgmental environment."

With that, Mr. and Dr. Sano left for the house. Although Naomi and Nell seemed unsettled by their parents' attraction for one another, after spending time with the Abbots, Annabelle was just pleased that they didn't start having sex right then and there. Compared to the Abbots, the Sanos were chaste. 

As Naomi started slowing down on the scratching, and her attention returned to her phone, Annabelle began to regain her bearings. 

By the poolside, Nell shuddered. "That's so gross," she grumbled, watching the small figures of her parents enter their mansion. 

Naomi scoffed, still looking at her phone through her huge sunglasses, "Please, as if you even know what they're doing."

Nell scrunched up her face, "I'm not an idiot."

"No, but you are a virgin," Naomi shot back without missing a beat. 

Nell slammed her book closed, glaring at her older sister. She tried to seem more angry than anything, but the red in her cheeks let Annabelle know she was embarrassed. 

Wanting to prevent the impending fight, Annabelle quickly sat up on top of Naomi's bikini top.

"Goddess?" She called up to Naomi.

Immediately, Naomi placed the phone back down and turned her attention to the Shrinkee. She smiled warmly at Annabelle. "Yes, Poppy?" She answered. 

Annabelle plastered on a smile. "Thank you for getting the chef to come," she said, trying to place as much gratitude into her voice.

Even behind the large sunglasses, Annabelle could see Naomi's face soften.

"Of course, Poppy," she said, patting her head. "Soon you'll have all the food you could—"

"You know, you're not as cool as you think you are," Nell blurted out bitterly.

Both Annabelle and Naomi looked at the obviously angry teenager. Annabelle's stomach twisted. She had no interest in watching the fight escalate between the two sisters—especially without their parents there to quell their resentment towards one another.

Naomi slowly moved her finger from Annabelle's head. Her face contorted with a confused smirk.

"What?" She questioned.

Nell narrowed her eyes at her sister, "You think you're so cool, because a bunch of losers want to sleep with you. All you have to offer is a decent face. I feel bad for Poppy."

Annabelle was gripped in-between Naomi's enormous fingers. Annabelle's stomach sank. It was escalating.

The giantess sat up on the lounge chair. The Shrinkee could tell she was irate behind the sunglasses.

"One," Naomi said, evenly, "I said to keep Poppy's name out of your mouth." The punk-rock giantess then raised an eyebrow. "Two," she started, laughing harshly at Nell, "Are you saying you feel sorry for Poppy because I'm hot?"

Nell sputtered, "N-No! I'm saying I feel bad for Poppy because she's stuck with you, and all you do is use her for your gross sex stuff!"

Annabelle blinked, surprised where the conversation was going. Naomi's face twisted with a mixture of confusion and anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?" She demanded. 

Nell's face turned an even brighter shade of red. "I-I heard you the other day, you s-slut! I was getting water and I passed by your room—you were so loud! It was disgusting. Poppy deserves better," she spat.

Annabelle slowly looked up at Naomi with wide eyes. She never imagined Nell would go that far. Annabelle could practically feel the anger radiating from Naomi. The servants around them had been wearing neutral expressions throughout the fight, but Nell's words had caused some of them to send nervous glances to each other. Nell probably sensing Naomi's anger, seemed to regret speaking up. Her red face had turned pale, and she was looking at Naomi like she was a bear she'd just poked.

Naomi collectedly removed her sunglasses. Somehow, even more terrifyingly, Naomi spoke with composure. 

"I need you to understand something, Penelope," Naomi said, looking Nell in the eye. "If I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Poppy shoved up my ass, I could. Do you know why?" She asked.

Nell didn't say anything, she only looked at her sister, unnerved. 

Naomi answered her own question, "Because she is mine. She is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with. Poppy deserves what I give her, when I give it to her. If you have a problem with that, then feel free to find your own Type 0 Shrinkee and treat them how think they deserve to be treated."

With every other word, Naomi's grip only tightened as she held Annabelle in a fist. Annabelle panicked as she felt her ribs creak. She focused on keeping her airflow steady. 

"Y-You, y-you are—" Nell stammered.

"What I am is Poppy's Goddess. If I have to remind you of that again, next time I'm not only going to use my words," Naomi threatened. 

Nell flinched at Naomi's threat, but the older Sano wasn't finished.

"And next time, be fucking honest. I see how you look at her. We both know you aren't upset because you heard me fucking Poppy, you're upset because you're jealous she was up my snatch and not yours. I bet you were outside my door, rubbing one out."

Nell's fear erupted into anger. She scampered up to her feet, her wet soles slapping against the ground.

She stormed up to Naomi. 

"Fuck you," she hissed at her sister, "just because that's all you see Poppy as, doesn't mean that's all she is. Maybe if you tried to actually make her happy she would've imprinted on you by now." 

Annabelle's world spun as Naomi shot up to her feet. Naomi spun to confront Nell, but the teenager was already stomping off towards the mansion. 

"She seemed pretty happy when she was cumming on my tongue!" Naomi called after her sister.

Annabelle's face burned as Naomi's voice carried through the property. The Shrinkee's stomach lurched when Naomi suddenly sat down again on the lounge chair.

"Fuck," Naomi swore. Her head snapped up at the servants who had been still as statutes during the argument.

"Get the fuck out of my sight!" She shouted at them.

They didn't need to be told twice. They were soon gone, leaving Naomi and Annabelle alone by the empty pool and surrounding greenery. 

Annabelle, always weary of the giantesses' emotions, had to calm herself before she could even attempt to soothe Naomi. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out.

It was a little difficult to breathe when she was trapped in Naomi's fist, but Annabelle managed to calm herself.

She looked up at the seething giantess. Naomi's eyes were closed, but her jaw was tight and clenched.

"Goddess?" Annabelle managed to squeak out with the limited air she had.

Naomi opened her eyes and looked down at the Shrinkee. She winced and opened her palm, allowing Annabelle to recapture her breath. Annabelle didn't waste too much time on recovering.

She crawled over to one of the giantess' enormous ringed fingers. She pulled it closer to her and began sprinkling it with kisses. 

Naomi instantly unclenched her jaw. Annabelle watched the giantess completely untense. With her other hand, Naomi tenderly stroked Annabelle's cheek. 

The giantess smiled sadly down at her. "Poppy," she said gently, "About what I said—"

Annabelle kissed the finger that caressed her. "Goddess, I know, it's okay. You do care about my happiness," Annabelle said. She was impressed with herself. She could say such words without a hint of spite. Every day she was only becoming more masterful at playing the perfect pet.

She added, "I mean, you're bringing over a chef just because I said I missed his cooking."

Naomi's smile grew less sad. "Oh Poppy, that was nothing," she said.

"It wasn't nothing to me," Annabelle replied. She let the subdued sounds of the Sano's property rustle around them for a moment. She asked, "Goddess, why don't you ever get angry with me like you do with everyone else?"

Annabelle's blatant question struck the punk-rock giantess by surprise. A flash of hurt passed over her face.

"Poppy, I'm not ang—"Naomi stopped herself and turned from Annabelle. Her jaw was tight.

"Goddess?" Annabelle asked softly.

Naomi inhaled deeply. Whatever burst of emotion Naomi nearly let flow out of her was quelled. With her gigantic finger, she fondled Annabelle's cheek. 

"I fucking love you so much," she said, her voice low and soft. Annabelle fought off the surprise from Naomi's intense declaration from showing on her face. The giantess lifted her to her face. She pressed her soft lips against Annabelle. 

"Stay away from Penelope," she breathed against Annabelle's body. 

Annabelle froze, thinking her daily hangouts with Nell had been discovered. But Naomi pulled Annabelle from her lips and continued, "She's full of shit and just wants you for herself. So if she ever manages to get you alone, just ignore her and then tell me, okay Poppy?"

Annabelle nodded, wanting to get Naomi off the topic. "All right, Goddess," she said. 

Naomi's jaw unclenched and she brought Annabelle to her plush lips again. "I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you away from me," she whispered.  

Despite the warmth from Naomi's breath, Annabelle shuddered. She reconsidered if Nell's safety was worth the brief moments of normalcy she felt from her company. 

"I'm yours only, Goddess," Annabelle replied.

Poppy's voice shook her.

LIAR.

---

Annabelle swallowed yet another question as she watched Nell shoot space soldiers on a mars-like planet. She'd been told to keep absolutely quiet while the teenager gave orders to her friends over a headset. Annabelle understood very little about what was happening on Nell's computer screen, but she was entertained all the same. 

Still, she wished she could ask Nell if the game's only point was to fight other space soldiers with her friends. Annabelle didn't really understand games where the mail goal was to kill other people over and over again. At least the farming RPG had multiple storylines and objectives.

After Nell and her friends took down yet another team, Annabelle prepared for Nell to begin another round.  

She waited for the countdown to appear on the computer monitor. 

"Oh, you have to go?" Nell said into her headset.

Annabelle watched Nell listen to her friends through her headset. She put her controller down onto the desk. Her lips twitched into a smile.

"Harley, you're meeting that guy again? Didn't you already see him yesterday?" Nell teased. The teen giant leaned back slightly in her chair. One of her friends said something over the headset that made Nell laugh.

A smile forced its way onto Annabelle's face. It was nice to see Nell act like a normal teenager with other normal teenagers. 

"What are you going to do together?" Nell asked about her friend's apparent paramour. A beat passed when Nell asked with a laugh, "Cherry tomatoes? Why can't you just get him flowers like a normal person?" Another moment of quiet. 

"Who just eats cherry tomatoes as a snack?" Nell laughed again.

Annabelle's smile dimmed a bit with confusion. It sounded like Nell's friend was in a very interesting relationship. Her smile continued to fade at the thought of cherry tomatoes.

The fruit brought bad memories. Annabelle wasn't a fan.

The Shrinkee pushed the unnecessary thoughts from her head. Thankfully, the conversation eventually came to a end, and Nell removed the headset after disconnecting from the game. 

Her smiling brown eyes found Annabelle. 

"Sorry that took so long, Poppy," Nell apologized with a sheepish laugh, "my friends can be kind of crazy."

Annabelle shook her head. "Don't worry about it. It was fun to watch," she said honestly. 

Nell's smile grew brighter. Her metallic mouth shone. "Hey, do you want to watch this new documentary on Lena Persson? It just came out," Nell asked. 

Annabelle jumped to her feet. "The Swedish astronomer? They made a documentary about her?" She cried.

Nell grinned. "So I can take that as a yes?" She giggled.

Annabelle nodded with excitment. She couldn't remember that last time she'd been so thrilled. 

Nell giggled again, obviously just as excited as Annabelle. "I'm going to get some popcorn. I'll be right back, okay?" 

"Extra butter please," Annabelle requested.

Nell rolled her eyes with a large grin. "So high maintenance," she teased.

Annabelle returned her grin. She observed the enormous teenager skip out of the room after closing the door behind her. 

Annabelle hummed to herself, smiling. Nell's giddy joy had infected the Shrinkee. It wasn't the same, of course, but Annabelle was reminded of the occasional moments when Chloe would run down to the dinning hall and steal some snacks for a late night movie. Annabelle would be left alone in Chloe's dorm room, setting up the movie while grinning from ear to ear with anticipation of the fun that was to come.

A loud ding pulled Annabelle from her warm memories. It was Nell's computer. A message had popped up from one of Nell's gaming friends. 

It related to Harley's cherry tomato loving boyfriend. 

*you'll bring him cherries to eat, and then he'll pop yours*

Annabelle light mood grew more heavy. She stared at the words in the notification box. It bothered her to no end that she was still unsettled by the mere mention of the fruit.

She should've been able to have moved past it. It was over. It was done. Zoey had made sure of that. Annabelle glanced at the door.

She wondered if Nell was growing the corn before she popped it. She could count the minutes in a day when she was left alone. Suddenly, when she would've very much welcomed the booming and ruckuses of a giant's presence, she was left alone to be tormented by her thoughts. 

After another seemingly endless minute of only her screaming doubts to keep her company, Annabelle maneuvered the computer mouse to click on the instant messaging platform Nell and her friends used to talk to one another.

She scrolled through their chat history. She just needed proof that she was being insane. All it would take was the name of Harley's boyfriend—or a description—or his age. Just anything to knock the doubts from her head.

Her eyes were glued to the screen as she scrolled. She needed a name. Just a name. 

Annabelle locked onto a message sent by Harley a few weeks ago. Her stomach fell to her toes. Her eyes stayed on the message. She read it over and over. But her fingers gingerly trailed down to her thighs. She caressed the smooth skin in between her legs that had once been riddled with scars.   

She closed out of the chat, yet she could still see the message when she blinked.

*GOING TO BED, I HAVE AN EARLY BAND MEETING FOR THE PEP RALLY. LUCKY DAYS.*

Annabelle couldn't get the last two words out of her head.

Lucky days.

"Shit," Annabelle said with a endless sense of dread. There was no reasonable basis for her to think her worries were in any way valid. It was an uncommon phrase, sure, but that didn't mean a singular person had a monopoly on it. The odds of her fears being true were so low it was ridiculous. 

Zoey had taken care of it, and if there was one thing Annabelle could count on Zoey for—other than terrorizing her— it was controlling a situation so she got the outcome she desired.

And the amazon had definitely gotten the outcome she desired.  

Still.

Annabelle's instincts were telling her something was wrong. Something was deeply wrong. 

The Shrinkee was filled with the sudden urge to scream. She spun around and found herself faced with a bug almost double her size. In another level of her mind, Annabelle recognized the bug as a praying mantis.

Though, the most active part of her mind was broken out of fear. The bug looked more alien-like than anything Annabelle had ever seen. The creature was horrifying and blatantly targeting her with hostile intentions.

Annabelle shrieked. It was all she could manage to do. Fear paralyzed her. The mantis straightened up, towering over the Shrinkee. It's pinchers twitched, ready to attack, but Annabelle could not force her legs to move.

She imagined the piercing pain of the bug's attack, when the bedroom door swung open. She watched, in real-time, Nell's face slowly darken with understanding.

Silently, Nell threw the bowl of popcorn she'd retrieved onto her bed. Surpassingly, only a few kernels spilled onto the mattress. The teenage giant took two massive steps before she was looming over the desk. In an instant, she slammed her colossal fist onto the bug's body. The teenager's powerful strike reverberated through Annabelle's shrunken body. She felt the force of Nell's fist travel from her toes onto her scalp. 

Annabelle wasn't able to see the damage, as the force of Nell's fist had thrown her from the desk. From her peripheral she saw the bug follow her down to the bedroom floor. Annabelle landed with a thud. She landed onto her stomach, with her arm underneath her. The familiar sharp pain below her hand let her know her wrist was sprained. 

But the pain was the last thing on her mind. The bug had landed only inches away from her. Though it was no longer any threat. Nell had crushed half of its body under her fist. The thing was now pathetic-looking and sickening. Annabelle's gaze was fixated on the half dead bug.

It jerked and twitched, confused as to why none of its motor functions were working. The remaining yellow eye that hadn't been popped out of its socket turned to her.

Annabelle stared at its beady orb and time seemed to slow. 

That is until Nell's humongous foot squashed the bug into a sticky, green paste. Once again the teenage girl's movements had caused the feeling of tiny quakes rippling inside her body. Directly in front of her, Nell's foot almost seemed alive. 

Nell groaned with disgust, and her foot appeared to also show its disgust by scrunching its huge toes. The faint musty and sweaty smell of Nell's enormous foot wafted into Annabelle's nose. It was distracting, but Annabelle was more focused on Nell's foot itself. 

Although the Shrinkee couldn't see it, underneath Nell's sole were the remains of a living creature—a creature that had only moments ago seemed so ferocious and horrifying. And in a second, it was gone—crushed by an eighteen year old girl.

Nell's toes wiggled as she spoke to Annabelle from miles above. "Poppy are you okay?" She asked, concerned. 

Annabelle could only tentatively nod. Her eyes were still glued onto Nell's foot. It was a strange thing to think, but Annabelle hadn't really noticed how big Nell was. 

She knew she was a giant, but seeing her wield such immense power over such a comparably small creature made Annabelle's stomach hurt and her heart pound. 

"A-Are you sure you're okay? Can I pick you up?" She asked.

Annabelle kept her eyes on Nell's foot. She nodded. She didn't know whether to laugh or scream. The teenager was asking her for permission to pick her up. Truthfully Nell could so whatever she wanted with her. There would be nothing Annabelle could ever do to stop her.

Gigantic fingers surrounded Annabelle like a crane. Nell gently scooped Annabelle into her palm. Annabelle didn't resist. She suddenly could feel the power behind Nell's fingers. Nell lifted her up until she was miles above Nell's foot and the dead enemy's splatter underneath Nell's sole.

Nell's face appeared over her, worry in her features. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with her free hand.

"Are you sure you're okay Poppy?" She inquired again, "You fell pretty hard. I'm so sorry! If I hadn't fallen and knocked that bug cage down, then you—"

Annabelle interrupted her, finally regaining her ability to speak. "No, you saved me. Thank you," she insisted. She smiled through her pain as her sprained wrist healed itself. 

Nell's face scrunched up, "Do you—I mean do you still want to watch the documentary?" 

Annabelle nodded with a small smile. "Yeah," she replied. 

Nell's braces were on display again as she grinned. Set Annabelle near the bowl of popcorn while she grabbed a tissue from her connecting bathroom and cleaned her foot.

Annabelle fell to her knees when Nell joined her on the bed. The giant teenager shook her world as she made herself more comfortable on the bed. Nell lay on her stomach, feet kicking in the air behind her. She set up her tablet so it stood up in front of them. To Annabelle, it was huge.

The bowl of buttery smelling popcorn rested to their side. It was surreal how quickly Annabelle could find herself between peril and regular activities. 

Nell started the documentary. Annabelle hadn't lied before when she'd said she really wanted to see it, but her mind had shifted entirely in the five minutes after Nell had left to get popcorn. She no longer could consider what it meant that Nell's friend had signed off in a message with the phrase "Lucky Days" and was going to see her boyfriend who enjoyed cherry tomatoes as a stand alone snack.

She could only think of how big Nell was.

Even as they sat in silence, watching the documentary, Annabelle couldn't help but perceive her. The teenage giant impacted so many of her senses. Although they weren't touching, Annabelle could feel the body warmth Nell's vast form emitted. Nell's lemon scent mixed with the popcorn's buttery aroma.

Then there was her mouth.

It was the only part of the teenager that was consistently moving. From the corner of her eye, Annabelle watched Nell's pink lips scrunch and shift as she chewed. Annabelle was watching so intensely, yet she was still surprised when after Nell tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, the teenage giant hissed in pain.

Annabelle snapped her head fully towards Nell. 

"Are you okay?" She asked, her mouth a deep frown.

Nell nodded, but her face was twisted with pain. She paused the documentary and cradled her cheek. She attempted to smile through her pain.

"I thought I'd gotten better at eating this kind of stuff with my braces," she said with a half hearted laugh. She used her pinky fingernail and tried to wedge out the kernel to no avail. 

Annabelle watched her in silence, before an idea—or rather a desire bubbled up inside of her. She swallowed.

"Nell?" She squeaked. 

The giant teenager's deep, gigantic brown eyes cast down upon her. "Yeah?" She asked.

Annabelle clasped her hands together behind her back to keep them from shaking. 

"I can get it out for you," she blurted. The words jumped out of her mouth so quickly, as though she were afraid they would die in her head.

Nell's eyebrows shot up her forehead. Her face twitched with confusion. "No Poppy, that's..."

The youngest Sano's voice grew quieter. The Shrinkee could see her consider it. Nell stopped talking as her eyes met Annabelle's. A look crossed the teenager's face that Annabelle had seen so many times from her gigantic co-ed captors. Although the look on Nell's face only appeared for less than a second. Still, it had been there, and Annabelle could see the excitment in Nell's eyes. 

The teenager's voice was low. "A-Are you sure?" 

Annabelle swallowed again and nodded. Nell stared down at her, doubt all across her features. Annabelle started to second guess her request when the enormous teenager slowly lowered her head towards the bed. Her chin settled in front of the Shrinkee. 

Her face was red and she was breathing so hard that the air from her nostrils blew against the Shrinkee. Nell opened her mouth and instantly Annabelle was captivated. 

Hot air coated her skin. Tendrils of saliva stretched from the roof of Nell's mouth to the bottom. A thick and vaguely popcorn-like smell made a nest in Annabelle's lungs. The teenager's maw was alive.

With her eyes glued into the dark cave that was Nell's mouth, Annabelle took a step forward. As she walked up to the mouth, Annabelle realized Nell had forgotten to reveal where the kernel was located. It was all right, as Annabelle knew from experience where the piece of popcorn was most likely to have ended up.

It wasn't lost on Annabelle that what she was doing with Nell the exact thing Molly had tasked her with before. 

But what was happening right now was different. Annabelle wasn't shaking with terror like before. Although she saw Nell's red face and her large shinning eyes, the Shrinkee wasn't afraid of something happening that she didn't want to. Despite however Nell felt about her, she didn't want to do anything to scare or hurt her. 

Although Annabelle's Shrinkee brain was screaming at her not to, she trusted Nell. 

Annabelle placed a hand on Nell's bottom lip. She felt the giant teenager quiver as her fingers gently brushed against the pink pillowy lip. It was so soft. 

The Shrinkee remembered her mission. She lifted her head to peer into Nell's mouth. Tentatively, she leaned inside. The air somehow grew warmer. 

Nell's mouth was opened wide, so the light from the bedroom still allowed Annabelle to see. Annabelle moved closer to Nell's molars. She was so far inside her mouth that her knees were pressed against Nell's soft lip. 

Her thighs pressed against Nell's front teeth and braces as Annabelle stretched her body to reach the gigantic teen's molars. 

She maneuvered her hands around Nell's teeth, careful not to cut herself on the giant teen's braces. After a few more moments of searching, her fingers found the kernel. It was in-between Nell's braces. Thankfully it wasn't lodged in there too deeply. Annabelle pulled on it and with a little struggle it popped out. 

Nell hummed with approval. The result was a small quake for Annabelle. Nell's humming echoed in her mouth and rattled against Annabelle's ears. A drop of saliva fell from the roof of Nell's mouth, landing directly onto Annabelle's head. The Shrinkee shuddered as the warm and thick liquid soaked her hair and trailed down her face. 

Annabelle squinted, not wanting Nell's drool to get into her eyes. The Shrinkee removed herself and the kernel from the teen's maw. Cold, fresh air greeted her as the light from the bedroom improved Annabelle's vision. 

Annabelle's feet were unsteadied a bit as Nell lifted her chin from the bed. Her head was still low, just hovering a few inches right in front of Annabelle. 

"Oh my gosh Poppy thank you so—oh no you're so wet, did I—"

"N-no, no, it's okay," Annabelle assured. She dropped the kernel and wiped Nell's drool from her face and hair. 

The bedroom filled with silence as Annabelle removed the remaining drool from her head. The Shrinkee could feel Nell's eyes on her, but her gaze remained on her feet. 

Her voice still quiet, Nell asked, "How was it?"

Annabelle's hands dropped from her head. "What do you mean?" She asked, knowing fully what the gigantic teen meant, and still not meeting Nell's eyes.

"Going inside of my mouth," Nell whispered, as if she was speaking of a taboo subject.

Annabelle shrugged, "Wet." She didn't mean to come off as irritable to Nell, she was more annoyed with herself. She'd allowed her worst impulses to make her decisions. 

The Shrinkee turned the questions on the gigantic adolescent. "What about you, how did it feel having me inside of your mouth?" Annabelle asked. Her eyes finally rose to meet Nell's brown orbs. 

The teenager was red faced as Annabelle suspected she would be.

"I-I was too preoccupied with the pain from the kernel. It really hurt, so thanks for—"

"Did you want to eat me?" 

The room hushed. Annabelle's question lingered in the air. Nell blinked, until she fully comprehended Annabelle's question.

Nell's face crumpled with concern. "Poppy, I would never do anything to hurt you," she declared. 

Annabelle's body tensed. "That's not what I asked," she said quietly. 

"I'm not my sister," Nell insisted, "I care about you and your feelings."

Annabelle tried to lower her gaze to her feet, but Nell's huge finger suddenly placed itself underneath Annabelle's chin. The teenager lifted Annabelle's head so she had to look at her massive face.

"Poppy, I really want to be your friend," she said earnestly, "If you tell me you don't want me to do something, then I won't do it. Your comfort comes before anything that I want. Okay?"

Annabelle nodded against Nell's finger. The giant teen's face melted with relief. She beamed down at Annabelle with a metallic smile as she retracted her digit.

"Cool. Thanks again for getting the kernel for me," she said.

Annabelle's swirling mind forced her mouth to return Nell's smile. "No problem," Annabelle replied. 

"Do you still wanna watch the doc?" She asked, slight uncertainty in her voice.

Annabelle quickly nodded her head. She had to move past the unsettling feelings that were emerging. "Of course," Annabelle answered.

Nell smiled and turned the documentary back on. Annabelle sat down and faced the tablet once more. Nell's answers had confirmed a few things she'd suspected. Nell had the same predatory impulses as other giants—or at she had at least one predatory impulse.

But it didn't matter. Like she'd said, Nell wasn't Naomi. She could control herself. Yes, she was massive and could kill bugs with a single step, but she was still Annabelle's age, and she liked to watch documentaries about astronomers.  

She wanted to be friends. 

Poppy's voice barraged into her mind, startling her. FRIEND? She scoffed, SHE IS NO FRIEND.

Annabelle squeezed her eyes closed tight. "Please don't say it, please don't say it," she muttered. Annabelle actually believed she'd driven Poppy's voice out after a full minute of silence.

She cautiously reopened her eyes. She glanced at Nell who was still watching the documentary. Annabelle's shoulder's slumped from relief as she turned her attention back to the screen. But Poppy's voice returned, and with it a declaration that turned Annabelle's stomach.

SHE IS A GODDESS.