"H-Harper! Harper! She's the best! So much better than all the rest!" Annabelle screamed as loudly as she could. 

The giant girl in front of her beamed and applauded as Annabelle waved her Shrinkee pom poms that apparently came with the cheerleader outfit. 

Annabelle panted as she landed in a split. She didn't know much longer she could keep this up. After she had chosen her caretaker schedule via random sock picking, she had been whisked to away by Harper—the owner of the first sock she had chosen—and taken to her bedroom where the giantess quickly locked the door and placed Annabelle on her desk. 

Harper, eyes full of lust, had then asked Annabelle what she wanted to do. Annabelle decided that scrapping away at the little dignity she had left was a better option than whatever Harper was drooling over.

So instead of fretting over her existential crisis, Annabelle was cheering for a gigantic co-ed. Annabelle inwardly grimaced. Her priorities were really fucked up.

"That was so good Poppy!" Harper praised.

Annabelle clambered to her feet, "W-Wait there's more!"

Harper giggled and pushed a giant finger against Annabelle's head. Annabelle yelped and fell back on her butt. 

"See? You're tired," Harper chirped. 

Annabelle bit down a comment about how her falling had less to do with her exhaustion and more to do with Harper's gigantic strength. She had just seen the tiny girl lose to a finger, did she really not understand the difference in their power?

Harper's finger returned, this time it stroked the Shrinkee's leg. Harper's eyes seemed to have glazed over.

"Can I have some water?" Annabelle blurted out. 

Harper snapped out of whatever trance she was in. "Hmm? Oh, sure!" Harper agreed. She rose from her kneeling position, an action that mesmerized Annabelle. These girls were horrible, but there was still something almost majestic she found about their size—something she tried to deny.

Harper reached into her closet and pulled out a large purse. Annabelle took the opportunity to observe the bedroom. It looked how she thought it would, stencils of butterflies and flowers. Fairy lights decorated the walls. A fluffy pink rug ran across the floor. The room even smelled like her—vanilla. It was kind of nice.

No. Annabelle shut that line of thinking down instantly. She was a prisoner trapped with a demented giantess.  

Said demented giantess returned with a water bottle that was as big as a tree. Annabelle watched as Harper poured the water into the bottle cap. Just yesterday she could have done that without thinking, but here she was watching like it was a feat only a god could do.

Harper set the bottle cap in front of Annabelle and the tiny girl realized she was meant to drink from it like a puppy. Harper watched intensely, inadvertently blowing a gust of wind from her nostrils onto Annabelle.

Annabelle wrapped her hair in her hand to hold it back. For a second she actually missed the Shrinkee scrunchies. She began to drink from the punch-bowl sized bottle cap. Immediately she felt better and it dawned on her that she hadn't had a drink of water since she had shrunken. Unless she counted the water from the forced bath the giantesses gave her—which she didn't.

Annabelle stopped when she heard Harper squeal from above. She flinched and scooted back from the sharp and loud noise.

"Whoops, sorry Poppy. It's just that you're so cute," Harper cooed. She hesitated before admitting, "You know, I really like you."

Annabelle did her best to hide her discomfort. The giantess had only mentioned it every time they were in the same room. 

"Why?" Annabelle asked earnestly, "We've only had class together for a few weeks."

Harper bit her lip and glanced away—something Annabelle would have found cute if she had not seen her murder dozens of people the day before. 

"Do you remember the first day of class? I had forgotten my textbook and you gave me yours to borrow," Harper said.

Annabelle strained her memory. She had remembered that day. Specifically she wondered how air-headed someone had to be to forget their textbook on the first day of class.

"I-I had a digital copy on my phone! It's not like I needed it," Annabelle sputtered as if she were trying to talk Harper out of her crush.

Harper smiled and patted Annabelle's head. "You're so modest," Harper smiled. Her finger ran down to her cheek as she stroked it, "And cute...you know I love you so much, Poppy," Harper said.

Annabelle pushed her finger away with a grunt, "Then why did you shrink me!?"

Harper faltered, "What?"

Annabelle stood up with a glare, "This never would have happened if you didn't invite me to this stupid meeting! You didn't even know I would survive—you invited me here to kill me!" Annabelle accused.

Harper took her finger away and sighed, blowing Annabelle's hair as she did so. "It's not like that Poppy. You were so sad. Not just on your birthday, but even on the days you were happy—you were sad," Harper said.

"You don't know me!" Annabelle snapped.

Harper ignored her outburst and continued, "When you told me you were a Shrinkee, it all started to make sense—why you were so sad I mean. I wanted to help you. I wanted to free you. But I got...distracted. I was so angry at myself when I thought you died without my help. Then again when Leah stepped on you." 

She perked up and smiled at Annabelle, "But it all worked out in the end. You didn't have to die. Now I can make you happy—and if you imprint on me, you can make me happy forever," Harper whispered.

Annabelle's blood turned cold. She was insane—all of them were.

Harper lowered her face until it was directly in front of Annabelle. "Poppy, I've been waiting for a long time to have you all to myself," she said softly.

Annabelle jumped back but was terrified to find Harper's massive hand blocking her. Harper's pink lips filled the tiny girl's vision. Her breath coated over her skin.

Annabelle struggled against Harper, but she stood no chance against the giantess. Annabelle was engulfed against Harper's plush lips. From her head to her waist, Harper pushed her huge pillowy lips against the tiny girl's body. 

Annabelle was immobilized, only able to close her eyes and wait for the giantess to finish with her oral assault. She tried following her mantra: Breathe in—

Annabelle cringed as she was bombarded with Harper's vanilla scent. It was overbearing so close. She gave up on the mantra and just focused on surviving. 

Her body vibrated as Harper moaned. The temperature spiked as her mouth opened. Her eager pink tongue slithered all the way up Annabelle's tiny body, from her feet to her face. Annabelle had never felt anything like it. It was as if a wild animal was attacking her.

Harper's licking became more strategic. She slid her rough tongue underneath the Annabelle's cheerleader top. Annabelle's entire body clenched as the curious tongue lapped at her breasts, stimulating them in a way she had never experienced. 

Annabelle gasped and found a new reason to struggle. She tried to push back Harper's giant lips, but only received an arm coated in slobber as she accidentally pushed it inside Harper's mouth. Harper took advantage of the tiny girl's clumsiness and closed her lips around the arm. 

Annabelle yelped as she felt the giant tongue slither and wrap itself around ever inch of her arm like a snake. Her body vibrated again as Harper moaned.

"N-No!" Annabelle shrieked, afraid that Harper's thorough enjoyment of the taste of her arm would lead to her being swallowed whole.  

As Annabelle screamed, Harper made another move—this time for the Shrinkee's mouth. The giantess moved fast, not giving Annabelle any time to defend herself. Annabelle froze as she received the largest french kiss in the history of the world.

Her entire mouth was filled with just the tip of Harper's tongue. Annabelle wasn't even able to gag. The tongue took up all space. She was forced to taste all of the slimy, drooling thing. 

Harper suddenly pulled her tongue back, allowing Annabelle to breathe. The giantess made a direct line for Annabelle's inner thigh. Annabelle flinched and tried to push back Harper's face by pushing against her nose. 

All it did was incite a giggle from the giantess. Harper ran her tongue up higher until she reached Annabelle's panties. With strength and skillful precision that terrified Annabelle, Harper tore off the panties with just her tongue.

Annabelle's heart threatened to beat out of its chest. With nothing blocking her, the giantess was free to do whatever she wanted to her.

And she did just that.

Harper's tongue lapped away eagerly at the tiny girl's slit. Annabelle screams turned into moans. She was trapped between Harper's nose and Harper's hand, but even if either of those things weren't there, she wasn't so sure she would've moved.

Harper moaned, sending deep vibrations into Annabelle's vagina. Annabelle gripped onto Harper's nose, shaking her head, but softly moaning along.

The giantess stroked her tongue back and forth all along her gushing nether region. Annabelle couldn't control herself any longer. She began bucking against the tongue, her hips jerking as the tongue lapped up every inch of Annabelle's slit. 

Annabelle finally felt the big wave of pleasure wash over her body. Her legs twitched as she had largest orgasm of her life. She threw her head back and collapsed into the wall that was Harper's hand. She panted, trying to comprehend what had just occurred. Her body was absolutely soaked with Harper's saliva. She coughed and Harper's drool flew out of her mouth. 

Harper slid her finger against Annabelle's slit in a surprisingly fast motion. Annabelle jerked at the action, the giant finger stimulated her vagina once more.

She watched as Harper took the finger coated in her juices and sucked on it. "Oh my god," she moaned. "You taste soooo good Poppy," Harper breathed.

Annabelle leaned her head back against Harper's hand. Her body still tingled with pleasure, but a more intense feeling soon took over: shame. Had she really just done that? She had gotten off with Harper's tongue. The same Harper who was responsible for her shrinking. The same Harper who smothered Shrinkees with her breasts. She was responsible for so many deaths and Annabelle—even if it was for a second—had enjoyed the giantess fucking her with her tongue. 

Annabelle didn't even feel like crying. She was too disgusted with herself to even produce tears. 

"Poppy, that was amazing! I've always wanted to do that," Harper sighed, not grasping Annabelle's despair at all.

Annabelle just stared at the floor—which was really the desk's surface. There were various small pools of Harper's drool.

Harper stood up, forcing Annabelle's attention to her massive movements. Annabelle watched in horror as she wordlessly removed her leggings. 

Even from her vantage point on the desk, she could see that her panties were soaked. Harper didn't break eye contact as she slid off her underwear, revealing a small blonde strip of hair and the largest mound Annabelle had ever seen.

Harper took two slender fingers and spread open her vagina. Strings of cum immediately descended down onto the desk, mixing in with her puddles of drool. 

Annabelle trembled at the sheer size of the thing. It was its own entity, yet still so obviously Harper's. She didn't know how something could be so feminine while still be seemingly so monstrous. 

Harper's voice brought Annabelle back to the situation at hand. "Poppy..." she sang, almost stopping Annabelle's heart. "I made you happy, now it's time for you to make me happy," she basically moaned. 

Annabelle's wide eyes looked at the dripping vagina. She shook her head frantically. Her terror didn't stop the giantess from grabbing a hold of the tiny girl. 

Annabelle shivered in the giantess' hand. The giantess easily removed the cheerleader costume, leaving Annabelle in the nude. Harper grinned down at the shrunken naked girl as she laid down onto her bed. With skill Annabelle didn't expect from the ditsy girl, she removed her shirt with the hand that wasn't holding Annabelle.

She placed Annabelle onto her stomach. Annabelle was very much aware of the fact that she was naked on top a living organism. She could feel and hear things happening underneath the layer of flesh. Harper's stomach was flatter than Molly's but it was still soft. 

Front this vantage point she could barely see Harper's face over her hill-sized breasts. Harper stared at Annabelle, biting her lower lip. The lust had not drained from her eyes. She began to massage her breast with her hand, a long string of drool dropped from her quivering mouth down onto her chest. 

Annabelle didn't know what to make of the sight. She was horrified but also captivated by the gigantic college student. She was snapped from her trance by Harper's massive arm flying over her. 

It made a squelching sound as the giantess started fingering herself. Harper's movements got more intense, she was moaning louder than ever. Her legs and thighs rubbed together as she squirmed in lust. Annabelle face-planted onto Harper's stomach. Being on top of the masturbating giantesses was a surreal experience. The air was thick with the smell of vanilla and sex. 

"Poppy..." Harper moaned. Annabelle tentatively looked up at the giantess. She was enthusiastically kneading the hell out of her breast. 

"It's your turn to make me happy," she moaned.

Before Annabelle had a moment to contemplate what horrors that entailed, soaking wet fingers grabbed her small body. Annabelle screamed as she was lowered in front of Harper's vagina. 

Annabelle went pale just looking at the thing. If it was leaking before, it was absolutely gushing as the tiny girl watched it. It was practically pulsating, just waiting for something.

Unfortunately for Annabelle, she suspected she was the something.

She heard Harper's voice from what seemed like a mile away, "Oh Poppy...my Poppy...make me happy."

Annabelle instinctively began to thrash around wildly. Still, Harper pressed the tiny girl against her inner lower lips. Annabelle's body clenched as she was coated with the giantess' orgasmic slime. Harper slid her up and down her lips, and her moans pierced through Annabelle's mind. 

The giantess was rubbing the tiny girl like she was washing herself and Annabelle was her loofah. Annabelle had closed her eyes and mouth to keep from making the situation worse. Physically she knew she would survive the ordeal, it was as if she were on an unregulated roller coaster. 

But mentally, she struggled to keep herself together. The fact that she was being used so her gigantic classmate could jack off was starting to pick away at her sanity. 

Annabelle's world began to shift. Her eyes were still closed, but she could tell she was being turned horizontally. Out of intense morbid curiosity, Annabelle opened her eyes. She instantly regretted it. She was headed straight for Harper's gigantic cave. 

Annabelle once again clenched her entire body, closing her eyes as Harper used her body as a miniature dildo. 

At first it was slow thrusts. Annabelle felt the circumference of Harper's hole each time she was forced into it. When she entered it, the tiny girl's world got quieter as all sound was muffled inside the giantess. But when she was pulled out, Harper's grunts and moans were all she could hear.

Then the thrusting became faster. Harper's cave began to expand and Annabelle felt even more strands of cum rain down on her. The sounds became worse too. Annabelle couldn't see but she heard every disgusting squelch and squish from her body rapidly entering and exiting Harper's gaping hole. 

"Oh...Oh god, Poppy! Yes!" Harper gushed, as if the tiny girl had any say in the situation. "God finally! You're mine! Poppy how does it feel to belong to me? You're all mine! I can finally do...whatever...ugh...whatever I want."

Annabelle was forced to listen to Harper's manic declarations. Harper thrust her once again into her cave, but this time instead of pulling her right back out, she rubbed the tiny girl along the edges of her entrance. Annabelle considered what would happen if Harper pushed her inside of her gigantic vagina and just left her there? The thought brought panic to Annabelle's entire being and it took over. She began to thrash around, not wanting to be trapped in Harper's canal. 

In her thrashing, Annabelle accidentally bounced her arm off a protruding nub she recognized as the clitoris. Instantly, Harper convulsed and her giant body tensed completely. Her gigantic slit seemed to come alive, as it clenched and unclenched before it unleashed a powerful jet stream of urine laced cum directly onto Annabelle's exhausted body. In order to preserve her fleeting sanity, Annabelle instantly denied the fact that she had just been squirted on by the enormous co-ed. 

Harper lifted Annabelle back to her upper torso. She placed her on top of her left breast. Annabelle was surprised to see Harper look as drained as she felt. Though she couldn't see that well on account of the layers of cum that coated her body. 

Harper had visible beads of sweat cascading down her flushed face. She panted with a huge smile on her face, "Poppy...that was the best I've ever had." 

If Annabelle hadn't been so utterly drained, she would have burst into tears. That was the "only" she had ever had.

Her first time had been with a gigantic horny college student who had kidnapped and raped her. 

Still lying on Harper's breasts, Annabelle wiped her hands on the giantess' chest. She stopped when she heard the giantess' heart beat grow faster. In the deranged giantess' mind, she probably thought Annabelle was feeling her up. Annabelle swiped the cum from her face. As she did so, some inevitably got into her mouth. She cringed and braced herself for the taste, but was horrified to find it tasted delicious. It was like some impossible mixture of vanilla, honey, and strawberries. It was how Annabelle imagined nectar from the gods would have tasted. Annabelle opened her mouth to lick more, but she stopped herself dead in her tracks.

What was she doing? Not only was Harper hovering right in front of her, but was kind of psychopath would she be if she became addicted to this monster's ejaculate?

Annabelle peered up the giant girl. Thankfully she was too lost in her post-rape bliss to notice Annabelle's temporary insanity. 

"Poppy, this is how it should be. We could spend the rest of our lives making each other happy. It just feels right. You belong to me, Poppy. You know you do. You know you're mine. So try to imprint on me, okay?" Harper smiled.

Annabelle closed her eyes and unsuccessfully attempted to block her out.

A gigantic finger began to caress Annabelle's back. "You're gonna be mine forever, Poppy. I just know it."

Rather than listen to more of Harper's deranged cooing, Annabelle let exhaustion take her. As she drifted off to unconsciousness, she vaguely recalled the promise she had made herself: she would only spend one night as their pet.

Annabelle whimpered. She had severely underestimated them.

It had been a day and she had already vocalized that she wasn't a person. What would happen to her if she didn't escape in a week?

She had to get out. She had to.