The light reflected directly into Annabelle's eyes. She groaned. Annabelle had told her roommate multiple times to sleep with the curtains closed so the sun wouldn't blind her when she woke up. 

"Damn it Izzy, can you please close the curtains? It's Sunday," Annabelle moaned. 

Annabelle received no response. She pulled her bed sheet over her head to block out the sun. She gagged at its smell. 

God she needed to wash it. It also felt fuzzier than Annabelle remembered. Annabelle opened her eyes and tried to make sense of the pink material in her hands. She looked around and gasped. She was surrounded by windows—no glass.

She was in a vase. Shrunken.

Her memories from the previous night flooded to her. Along with them came a deep, seemingly endless feeling of dread.

"No no no, god no," Annabelle moaned. She stood up and was surprised to find that her bones were no longer sore. In fact, they felt stronger than ever. She walked towards the vase's glass to get a better sense of her surroundings. When she looked out, she was greeted with the expansive surface of the kitchen's island table. Yet there were no giantesses to be seen.

She had to get out. She looked up at the vase's opening. Her body was no longer weak, but it was still too high up to escape. Still, she had to try something.

Annabelle backed up to the edge of the vase and ran full speed to the other side. She slammed her body full force into the vase. The tiny girl was knocked back onto the sock, failing to move the vase even an inch. Her shoulder hurt for a second, but she was thankful the pain quickly alleviated. Her body had definitely become stronger.

As Annabelle gagged from the sock's fumes, she got an idea. She grabbed the sock and threw it against the vase. It didn't reach anywhere close to the top, but Annabelle noticed a portion of the sock stuck to the wall for a bit before it landed back on the ground.

Another idea slowly formulated in Annabelle's mind. She hovered her hand over the sock. Her body tingled and she felt her hair begin to stand up. Static electricity. 

Once again, Annabelle threw the sock against the wall, but this time it was low enough that she could reach it. Annabelle jumped onto the sock, held her breath, and waited. After a moment of not plummeting to the bottom of the vase, she wrapped the sock between her fingers and toes until she looked like squirrel climbing a tree. 

Annabelle contracted her body and then expanded it as if she were a caterpillar. A laugh escaped her once she realized she was actually getting higher. She inched her way to the top of the vase until she was close enough to grab a hold of the rim. 

She pulled herself to the top with a groan and took in the view. The kitchen was completely empty. Annabelle didn't trust anything about the situation. What if this was a trap? Or a cruel test to see if she'd behave when not monitored. Annabelle looked back down into the vase. In the vase she had a barrier. Out here there was nothing—only the giant dangerous world.

Annabelle stifled her fear. She had to do this. This might be her only chance. She climbed down the vase carefully and landed onto the table. 

She froze, waiting for the giantesses to pop out and punish her. When no one came, she exhaled and looked around. She wondered if she should hide. The doors were still most likely locked and they wouldn't unlock them until she was found. She knew she couldn't stay on the table, out in the open. They were bound to find her. 

Just as panic was beginning to take over, Annabelle saw something that changed everything: a cell phone. Before she knew what she was doing, her legs were running towards the device. Annabelle reached the device and was amazed at it's size. It was bigger than she was. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Annabelle pressed both of her hands onto the home button. A lock screen photo of Leah surrounded by a field of flowers appeared on the phone.

Shit. Of all of the giantesses, the phone had to belong to the one who had broken three of her bones.

A number pad to put in the pin appeared on the phone. "Fuck," Annabelle hissed. Then she remembered, all phones had an emergency swipe to call 911. Annabelle pressed the home button again, and said emergency option appeared. 

Annabelle quickly reached to call 911, but just as she touched the screen, it turned black. Just as quickly, it turned on again, this time with a deafening ring tone accompanying it. The screen read "Daddy". Annabelle could have pulled her hair out. She was so close! Not wanting the phone to ring any longer she haphazardly pressed the answer button.

There was a second of silence before a deep voice called out, "Hello? Leah? Hello?"

Annabelle ran her fingers through her thick hair and waged a war within herself on what to do. If she hung up, he would probably just call back. "Fuck it," she finally muttered.

She knelt down next to the phone and pressed the speaker button. She cried out, "My name is Annabelle Cooper and I was shrunken down last night with an illegal HDD stimulation device. I am being held against my will by four college students in an off-campus residence house at Queenston University in—"

A booming, but sharp laugh resounded through the phone's speaker. Annabelle was surprised to find how much the laugh reminded her of Leah's. 

"P-Please! I'm serious I—"

The deep voice stopped laughing, but his voice was full of bemusement, "So you're the Type 0, huh? Listen, is your owner around?"

Annabelle's heart sunk. She knew it was a long shot, but to be so carelessly dismissed like that was so belittling. 

"Fuck you," Annabelle hissed, with tears in her eyes. She slammed her hand on the end call button before he could say anything else. She summoned the 911 swipe again when she heard heavy foot steps approaching her. Annabelle's heart almost jumped out of her chest as she rapidly swiped the button.

The dial rang once before she heard Leah's panicked voice cry, "What the hell?" 

Her thundering footsteps became louder but Annabelle refused to let fear take over. A voice came over the phone's speakers, this time it was a woman. "Hello, 911 how may I help you?"

Annabelle cried, "Hello!? I—"

In an instant she was engulfed in darkness. Leah's manicured hand gripped her tightly in her palm. Annabelle's tiny body released a shock. Residue from the static electricity struck Leah. The giantess' only reaction was to tighten her fist. Annabelle struggled harder than she ever had before. She was so close to freedom. Her arms and legs were pinned by the giantess, but she was able to bite at her palm. Still this only achieved Leah tightening her grip more around her.

Annabelle could hear her muffled voice from outside her palm. "I'm so sorry, this is a new phone and I accidentally used the emergency button...Right...Thank you...have a nice day."

Annabelle screeched, still trapped in Leah's hand. She heard Leah put the phone down on the table. Annabelle went limp. That was it. That was probably her best shot at freedom. 

Light gradually cracked through Leah's fingers as she slowly uncurled her hand. Annabelle looked up into Leah's face. At a quick glance she appeared calm, but Annabelle could see that her brows were furrowed and her breathing was heavy.

She inhaled deeply, pulling some wind past Annabelle. "You—" She started, but was interrupted by her phone ringing. She gave Annabelle a pointed look that basically said "Don't even think about moving" before placing her on the table and answering the phone. Annabelle sat exactly where Leah placed her.

"Hi Daddy," Leah said with an exhale. She listened to her Dad say things Annabelle couldn't hear. "She did?" Leah said, surprised. She glanced down at Annabelle who lowered her eyes to the table.

"Daddy I'm sorry, she's not trained yet and Molly was supposed to be watching her and—oh...spunky?" Leah watched Annabelle with a raised eye, "Well I'm glad you like her."

There was a pause where Leah didn't say anything. Annabelle watched her as she walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bagel and an avocado, seemingly over the intense panic her eyes showed when she saw Annabelle calling for help.

Annabelle stared, fascinated, as Leah made her breakfast. She remained full of despair, but she couldn't look away. She had never seen food that big before. It was surreal. Annabelle also couldn't help but notice the gigantic knife that Leah used to spread the avocado on her bagel.

Leah stretched her gigantic body and reached for a plate in a high cabinet. Annabelle hated with how interested she was in her body. All the giantesses bodies were so massive, it was insane how easily they seemed to move around.

The giantess placed her food on the plate and took a seat right in front of Annabelle. The tiny girl was intimidated by the sheer size of everything, but also intrigued. She was so distracted that almost didn't hear Leah's side of the conversation.

"Yeah, we changed it...Poppy," she answered. Annabelle cringed at the causal mention of her re-branding.

Leah took a bite of her bagel and Annabelle watched, transfixed by the machine that was her mouth. She swallowed and sighed. "Eighteen, I think. Her birthday just passed...I think...I don't know, Daddy."

Annabelle knew she was still talking about her. She was surprised at what Leah remembered. Leah continued, "She's super cute...I don't know..." 

Leah suddenly grabbed Annabelle in her hand and lifted her to her face. Annabelle froze under Leah's scrutinizing green eyes. 

"I honestly don't know...ethnically ambiguous I guess, but she has this fiery red hair." Leah paused before she burst out laughing. Annabelle flinched at the sudden sound.

"Yeah it's definitely natural. Let's just say the carpet matches the drapes," Leah giggled. 

Annabelle was as equally embarrassed as she was exhausted of hearing that idiotic phrase. 

"Oh yeah, we gave her a bath last night and her body is just ridiculous...Of course I want her. I've been doing some research on imprinting and—"

Molly's voice rang through the kitchen, "Leah? Are you still in the shower?"

"Daddy? Yeah, I've got to go," Leah quickly said. 

Annabelle made a mental note of Leah's secret research.  

"Molly?" Leah called.

Annabelle's stomach flipped as Leah suddenly set her back down onto the table. Another pair of even heavier foot steps thumped into the kitchen. Molly made a beeline straight for the fridge. 

Leah cleared her throat. Molly turned around with a gallon of milk in her hand.

"Morning," Molly chirped, still not grasping Leah's irritation. Molly reached into a cabinet and retrieved a bowl—a bowl similar to the one they bathed Annabelle in.

"Molly, wasn't there something you were supposed to do this morning? Something I explicitly asked you to do?" Leah said slowly. She folded her hands together and leaned her chin on top of them.

Molly looked at Leah, confused. Her mouth dropped open and she ran to the other side of the island and picked up the now empty vase. "Shit shit shit!" she cried. She looked at Leah with wide eyes, "I was only gone for a few minutes! I had to use the bathroom! She was sleeping! How was I supposed to—"

"Calm down, she's right here," Leah revealed. She nodded her head to a solemn Annabelle, who was trying to cope with the fact that the giant idiot was one of the key individuals responsible for her entrapment. 

Molly released a large sigh of relief. "Thank god," she said.

"This is why I told you to keep your eye on her," Leah chastised.

Molly pouted, "How did she even get out?"

Leah paused and looked at the vase. Then she turned her attention to Annabelle, "Good question. How did you get out?"

After a second of silence, Leah asked again, "Poppy?" Leah inquired.

Annabelle flinched. Both giantesses were looking at her. She didn't know whether to be honest or play dumb. 

"I uh..." Annabelle stammered. 

Molly leaned against the table, giving Annabelle a mega-sized close up of her cleavage. Annabelle swallowed, looking at the giant breasts and remembering how small she was. 

"I-I used the sock," Annabelle confessed. 

Molly picked up the vase again and analyzed it. "The sock?" Annabelle saw her eyes glance at the pink thing stuck against the vase's side. 

Leah's eyes were glued on the vase while she spoke to Annabelle, "So you used the static from the sock to move it up the vase?"

Annabelle nodded meekly.

"Shit," Molly breathed.

Leah leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. Annabelle observed the giantess with fear. Was she going to be punished?

Leah suddenly stood up, making Annabelle retreat further back on the table. "I have some things to think about. The cleaners should be here any minute. Let them in and then come upstairs to my bedroom," Leah ordered. She began to walk away before she stopped herself. She turned back to Molly and gestured towards Annabelle, "Feed her."

Molly folded her arms and huffed, "Leah..."

Leah sighed, "Please. Can you do all of that for me, please?" She said with a smile that Annabelle could tell was forced.

Molly nodded with a more genuine grin, "No problem." Molly turned to the tiny girl and grinned, "Just like we're training you, we're also training Leah to be less of a bossy bitch. I wonder which of you will get it first?" She laughed to herself.

Annabelle watched as Leah walked away. Her words haunted her: some things to think about. What did that mean? Her anxious pondering was interrupted by what sounded like a garbage disposal.

Annabelle turned around and grimaced at the sight before her. Molly was already chewing on what was easily a month's worth of cereal for Annabelle. The tiny girl was both fascinated and horrified with the monstrous manner in which the giantess chewed. It was as machine-like as Leah's eating, but where as Leah was a corn mill grinder, watching Molly was like walking into a slaughter house.

The giantess ate carelessly with her mouth open and milk flowed down her chin like a river as she hummed absentmindedly. Even from her vantage point below on the table, Annabelle could see the mashed up remains of the cereal, spinning around in her mouth like clothes in a dryer. 

Molly's blue eyes met Annabelle's. "Oh right," she said, spraying flakes of cereal onto the table. Annabelle cringed as a glob of saliva mashed cereal landed near her foot. 

Molly dug into the cereal box and pulled out a single flake. She held the flake in front of Annabelle with  her giant fingers.

Between witnessing the disgusting chomping of the giantess and the general horrific nature of the situation she was in, Annabelle never had less of an appetite. She tentatively took a step back from the massive fingers and shook her head.

"Come on, Poppy. You have to eat," Molly sang. She inched the flake closer to the Shrinkee. Annabelle took another step back. 

"I-I'm not hungry," Annabelle protested. 

Molly frowned and pressed the flake against Annabelle's stomach, inadvertently putting pressure on the tiny girl. 

"I said eat," Molly ordered.

Annabelle pushed the flake from her stomach and watched it break into several pieces between her hands and the giantess' fingers.

"Poppy!" Molly gasped. 

Annabelle looked down at the crumbs of the cereal. She hadn't meant to destroy the cereal flake, but she'd be lying to herself if she said seeing Molly's shocked face didn't make her feel the tiniest bit of pride.

Her smugness didn't last long.

Molly's pinched fingers opened up as they grabbed Annabelle. Without any fanfare, she dumped her into her bowl. Annabelle's body instantly cooled. Thankfully, the amount of milk in the bowl was no where as much as the water from her bath had been. The milk only reached her chest. 

Still, the sudden change in environment frightened Annabelle. Her mind couldn't comprehend that she was wading in a cereal bowl. The milk made her night gown cling to her body, uncomfortably. 

"What the hell!?" Annabelle screamed. Her teeth chattered from the cold milk. 

Like an UFO, a giant metal spoon crashed directly in front of Annabelle. It scooped up a small pile of cereal and rose back to the sky. Annabelle's eyes followed the massive utensil to Molly's cavernous wide mouth. 

The spoon went past her plump pink lips until it disappeared, halfway, as her mouth closed on it. Annabelle felt sick. Molly removed the spoon from her mouth and began chewing with her mouth open as always. This time, she stared down directly at Annabelle. 

The tiny girl was transfixed by the giantess' horrific mouth. Molly closed her lips again and swallowed. Annabelle couldn't tell if the giant girl was emphasizing the sound of her swallowing or if Annabelle's terrified mind had exaggerated it, but Annabelle began to shake.

A slow smile spread over Molly's lips. "Oh man this cereal is so good. I could just eat everything in this bowl," Molly smiled.

Annabelle quickly turned around and tried to reach bowl's rim. Between the milk's slipperiness and its low amount in the bow, Annabelle couldn't escape.

She heard the clanging of the bowl and the spoon behind her and swiveled her head to see it once again narrowly missing her. It scooped up a larger pile of cereal. Molly also gathered milk in the spoon, draining the amount in the bowl so it only came up to Annabelle's waist.

"Oh wow, unless someone eats the rest of the cereal before I can, I may just have to dump the entire bowl in my mouth," Molly chirped. Her wiggling tongue glided over her lips. 

Annabelle looked over the remaining cereal flakes in the bowl. She guessed that there were maybe about two spoonfuls left. There was no way she could eat all of that before Molly. 

The giantess chomped away above her. Her gigantic white teeth easily ground the cereal into mush. Annabelle imagined her own tiny body inside the heinous maw.

She had to try.

A single flake floated by her and she collected it. It was a lot softer than the piece she was offered before, but it still held its shape in her hand.

Though she was revolted by the situation, Annabelle bit into the flake. It was essentially cardboard, but she forced herself to push it down. The flake was easily the size of a magazine to Annabelle. Three bites in and she didn't know if she could finish the individual piece, let alone the rest of the cereal that floated in the bowl. 

Molly's imposing spoon returned to the bowl with a clang. Annabelle watched with horror as she maneuvered the giant utensil in a circular motion, scooping up the remaining cereal into one huge hill of flakes. Shocked, Annabelle dropped the flake and watched as the giantess strained her mouth wide enough to engulf the entire pile in her mouth.

Annabelle stared at the giantess for a full two revolting minutes. For the first time since Molly had eaten, she chewed with her mouth closed. The giantess' cheeks expanded further as she crushed the cereal into a paste that she could swallow—and she did just that. 

Annabelle could see the lump of food protruding against Molly's throat as it traveled down her gullet. Molly leaned back in her chair and sighed. She let out a small burp that echoed within the nearly empty bowl.

"Ah, excuse me. I couldn't help myself, that was so good," Molly grinned. Her blue eyes peered down at Annabelle. She lifted a giant finger and pointed at the flake Annabelle had bitten into that now floated in the knee level amount of milk. 

"Well you didn't help me finish eat at all!" Molly pretended to pout.  

Annabelle opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. What could she say? There was no amount of begging or protesting that would get her out of this.

"You even left a flake," Molly tsked, like she was a teacher chiding a student for not turning in their homework. 

She continued, "Well I guess that leaves me with two things left to eat," she sighed.

Her words hit Annabelle just as the spoon came torpedoing down towards her. Annabelle shrieked and lunged away from the spoon, landing face first into the milk. 

The giantess laughed as she swerved the spoon around. She swept up the final cereal and headed for Annabelle like a shark closing in on its prey. Annabelle quickly stumbled to her feet and began to run, but she felt the cold metal of the spoon sliding underneath her feet. Suddenly she was knocked onto her back and forced onto the slope of the spoon. 

Her stomach lurched as she was lifted high above the bowl. Two giant smirking pink lips greeted her. The thick scent of cereal and milk washed over Annabelle as Molly opened her mouth.

"Mmmm," she hummed, "I guess this cereal came with a special prize," she said, chuckling at her own lame joke. Annabelle was too focused on the gigantic mouth moving to listen to the giantess' teasing. It was its own creature. 

It was huge and Annabelle could see the same sharp teeth that had so easily demolished the cereal, disappearing and reappearing with every movement of Molly's lips.

Annabelle flinched as the spoon began to move towards the cavernous maw. 

"N-No! P-Please!" Annabelle pleaded. The air thickened as she was forced near the awaiting open mouth. Her skin dampened with the change in the atmosphere. Each individual hair on her skin stood up. Molly's tongue jerked around in her mouth like an excited puppy.

Annabelle turned around on the spoon, away from the mouth. She looked down at the table. It wasn't a small distance. She wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. This was an impossible situation. It was a ridiculous situation.

Before she could be overcome with fear, Annabelle closed her eyes and rolled off the spoon. Air rust past her and she instinctively thrashed her arms around looking for anything to grab onto. Only empty air whizzed through her fingers.

Annabelle crashed back into the bowl with a painful plop. Pain surged throughout her body, but she was surprised to find that she had not broken any bones. 

Ignoring the dizziness and the pain from the jump, Annabelle struggled to lift herself back onto her feet when gravity shifted. Milk flowed past her as the bowl tilted downwards. She slid down into the pool of milk, gathered at the bottom of the bowl. Annabelle was once again lifted into the air by the no longer laughing giantess.

"Poppy, you're being very bad right now," Molly chided. Her chubby face was filled with disappointment. "Stop trying to get out of your punishment."

"P-Please stop!" Annabelle cried. She leaned back against the bowl to keep from falling forward. 

"Be a good girl Poppy and accept your punishment," Molly said, her smile returning to her face. 

Annabelle was too scared to cry, but she was able to let loose a scream as Molly opened her mouth and brought the bowl to her lips.

Annabelle leaned back as far as she could against the bowl. Molly's bottom lip made contact with the edge of her toes as she sucked down the milk from the bowl. Annabelle was inches away from Molly's face and could feel the cool air from her nostrils breathing down on her. 

After the milk had been depleted from the bowl, Molly sighed, opened her mouth and unleashed a gust of hot breath over Annabelle's tiny body. She tipped the bowl forward, pushing Annabelle towards her gaping hole. Annabelle tumbled forward, but stopped herself from fully falling into the drooling mouth by grabbing onto the giantess' lips. Her hands gripped onto the squishy thing, while her feet balanced on her bottom lip. 

Annabelle screamed, not knowing how to proceed with this new predicament. Behind her, Molly had set the bowl back onto the table far below her, while in front of her was a monstrous cavern that could only lead to horrible things. 

Annabelle truly was stuck. She shook as the giantess laughed. She tried to say something, but Annabelle couldn't understand her with her mouth open. Molly's movements only caused Annabelle to grip onto her lips tighter. 

The dank air from her mouth made everything more damp and Annabelle's hair began to stick to her face. As Annabelle wondered if she should jump again, the giantess' tongue twitched and suddenly jolted forward. It landed onto Annabelle's left foot. 

Annabelle tried to kick it away, but almost lost her balance. She held on tighter and focused on steadying herself, but the tongue was making it nearly impossible. The pink beast surged upwards and poked Annabelle in her stomach. Annabelle winced but held stead fast. 

The giantess said something again, but Annabelle still not able to understand her shouted, "Stop! Fucking stop!" 

Molly's response was to slither her tongue up to Annabelle's face. Annabelle wanted to scream, but she closed her mouth and eyes, trying her best to pretend it was a large dog licking her and not a deranged gigantic college student. 

The tongue retreated, but Annabelle had no time to regroup her thoughts before the tongue returned to her skin—this time on her inner thigh.

Annabelle froze. "N-No. Please don't," she said. Her voice was barely more than a whisper. Whether Molly heard her or simply ignored her, Annabelle didn't know. But the tongue slowly crept up her thigh. Annabelle shuddered. 

Molly giggled and made a sound of delight as she inched her way up between Annabelle's thighs. Annabelle took a deep breath, which she instantly regretted, as the air she breathed in was Molly's hot recycled cereal breath. The tongue was still moving higher.

Annabelle realized she couldn't do this. She couldn't be violated like that. She clenched her entire body and released her grip. She leaned back and allowed gravity to be her escape—or at least she tried to. Molly's squishy hand caught Annabelle mid-fall. 

"Shit Poppy! Why are you making this so—" Molly was interrupted by a loud knock at the front door. Molly brought Annabelle closer to her face, making the tiny girl yelp. "This isn't over," Molly warned. 

The giantess got up and headed towards the door.

Annabelle closed her eyes and her body slumped into Molly's soft palm. She allowed herself to feel a small wave of relief. She knew there would be more of this hell coming up, but not entering a gigantic mouth counted as a win in Annabelle's mind.

Annabelle heard the front door unlock. "Morning!" Molly chirped. Annabelle peeked her eyes open, curious. A muscular looking man in a dark suit stood in the doorway. 

"Miss," he greeted. He wore sunglasses and a stern look. Four men in identical suits, stood at attention behind him. 

Annabelle glanced up at her gigantic captor. She had made no effort to hide her from the strange men. The tiny girl knew that meant they would most likely not be on her side.

"Most of the mess is in the living room, but we put all of the Shrinkees' bags and phones in a pile on the couch," Molly said.

For the first time since she had shrunken, Annabelle remembered her phone. It had been in her bag. Did the giantesses have it? Was it in the aforementioned pile on the couch? With every passing moment Annabelle felt further and further from her "normal-sized" life. 

The man gave a curt nod. "We'll start the process now. As a reminder, it's best that you girls stay in one area of the house so we may thoroughly expunge of any remains."

The man's cold and professional tone made Annabelle uneasy. He sounded so detached, like he was directing traffic. 

"Sure, we'll be in Leah's room," Molly replied. 

As the giants spoke, Annabelle craned her neck to peer at the other men in suits. If she could convince just one of them to help her, maybe she could survive this after all.

One of the suits' phone vibrated. He checked his phone and returned it to his pocket. The suit leaned forward towards their boss, "Sir, Johnson reported that all social media accounts belonging to HDD students have been confirmed to have not mentioned last night's meeting. We're in the clear. We can begin the cleaning process."

Annabelle's heart fell. She had assumed that "the cleaners" would consist of 'don't ask, don't tell' maids, not a squad of men in suits. The entire set-up was much more elaborate than she thought. How deep did this entire thing go? Annabelle wondered if she would even be able to dig herself out of this mess. 

"All right Edwards, give me a moment," the lead cleaner replied. He turned back to Molly, "I apologize. It's his first cleaning. They can get a little excited."

Annabelle deflated. She wouldn't find any allies in this group.

"That's okay," Molly smiled. "Well, I'll let you guys get to it. Like I said, we'll be upstairs." Annabelle's world blurred as Molly turned towards the stairs. 

She raised Annabelle to her face and grinned. "Oh I didn't forget about you, Poppy. You took up all the time for breakfast and now we have to go to Leah's room." She said as if Annabelle had forced the giantess  to torture her. 

Molly ran her finger along the side of Annabelle's milk soaked body. Her face softened. "Poor Poppy, you're shivering. How about we get you out of those clothes."

Annabelle didn't like the lust in Molly's eyes as she said this. The tiny girl shook her head and wrapped her arms across her chest. "I-I'm fine," Annabelle stammered.

Molly patted her head with her finger, "Don't be silly, I was talking to Naomi last night and she mentioned something that I think will look amazing on you," Molly said giddily.

Annabelle was confused on how quickly her mood had changed. She was relived the girl had dropped the cereal issue, but she didn't like the idea of another outfit change. 

Still, there wasn't much the Shrinkee could do about it. She just had to play their psychotic little games until eventually one of them dropped their guard and she could escape.

"I wonder if Naomi has any Shrinkee lace panties," Molly said to herself as she carried Annabelle upstairs.

Annabelle hoped they would lower their guard sooner than later.