The Residents
By Edmund

"Anyways, that's not the really good news", exclaimed Kara to her mom, sister and dad. "The really good news is that I get Mondays off from now on".

Suzette, Kara's mom, wiped her mouth with a napkin. "You what?" Kara grinned, but tried to look like she wasn't grinning. "Monday's. We don't have class anymore. If you don't believe me, you can call the school and check".

"Oh, I believe you all right, I just don't believe that school. I mean, when I was your age--" Libby, Kara's older sister, cut in. "I know, I know when you were our age you school day was fifteen hours long-"

Jonathan, dad to Kara and Libby interrupted, grabbing some jam. "Your mom is right. It was tougher then". Both girls began to laugh at their dad. "Yeah, right".

Jonathan rose up from the table and gently massaged his wife's shoulders. "Whether you believe us or not, it's true. You kids have it easy. Not like us. Not like your mom". Suzette worked for the prison authority and had done so for fourteen years now. She closed her eyes while her shoulders were rubbed, continuing to direct her voice to her daughter. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. If you have Monday's off, you have them off. End of subject". She turned her head, "Jonathan, hand me my jacket, will you?" Jonathan turned. "Not now, she grinned, after you're done rubbing my neck". Jonathan continued to do so for a few moments but then looked to the clock. "I'd love to keep going, but I should-"

"Yes, I know. Go. I'll see you tonight".

He kissed Suzette's cheek and turned to grab his jacket and shoes. "See you three tonight".

Jonathan, while in nowhere near the enviable position of his wife, was relatively happy with his lot in life. Beautiful wife. Great kids, even though they were brats sometimes. I could definitely be worse.

"Oh. I forgot, Suzette smiled at the two girls, one of who was already heading to her room, Libby, come here for a second".

Libby returned and stood impatiently for what would undoubtedly be another bit of useless information. Sure her mom was almost a judge (in some ways she was very much a judge), but that didn't mean she should carry that legalese home with her.

"What is it? I have to go" "Me too, her sister jumped in, can't it wait?"

Suzette turned and reached below the sink, pulling out a small Tupperware container that had an opening in the top, as if for a straw. She carried it towards the table and towards her two daughters.

"Guess what this is"

Kara was already smiling - a big, toothy smile which couldn't be held back. Libby, just barely two years older, refrained from such a ridiculous display, but even she had to bite her lip to keep from grinning like a complete idiot.
Suzette placed the contained down onto the table, inhaled deeply and then looked directly at the two girls.

"Your father doesn't know about this one. He doesn't want anymore".

Kara's smile faltered, albeit briefly, "yeah, but we do, doesn't that count for anything?"

Suzette grinned, "Yes, it does. Why do you think I'm deliberately doing something that will make him angry?"

All three girls looked down at the container. It was opaque, making it difficult to see what exactly was inside, though whatever it was, it did seem to move occasionally. Kara knew what it was, so did Libby. Both of them eagerly waited her overly officious mother to finish with her rules and regulations.

"I know it's tough, but I don't want your father finding out about this one, got it?"

"Girl or guy?" Libby asked, trying to remain blank.

Her mother looked at her with resignation in her eyes. "Be careful with it. It may be the last for a while".

"Girl or guy?, Libby asked again, tell me".

"What's a while?" asked Kara.

Suzette looked at both her daughters again, holding her silence for their attention. "As I was saying, it can stay with the others, but don't have it out when he's home, okay?". Her mother turned for a moment, thinking, then turned back, "Okay??"

Both girls nodded.

Both girls looked downward at the container once more.

Kara looked to her older and just slightly taller sister, as if to say, "wanna?" Libby, trying very, very hard to remain the older sister, gave her a look, which said that she wasn't as curious as she was (when in truth, she was).

"Yeah, go ahead. It's yours"

"Serious?" Her sister nodded again. Kara didn't wait another moment. Her hands were upon the container, gaining leverage by pulling it to her stomach and then wrenching the top off with considerable speed.

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The figure inside the container was sweaty. It had been hours since having been outside, before being dropped into the container. There was an air hole, yes, but it hadn't stopped the considerable accumulation of sweat. One of the first things to be noticed at this size was how blurry things had gotten. How seemingly small, slow movements now induced a sense of nausea.

Just a brief second ago, the container had been lifted and seemed to be carried to another location before being set down. Words were heard from overhead and then very suddenly, the container had been snatched away, immediately pulled upward and towards a large, dark object that held it tight in its grasp. The inhabitant had attempted to stand on its feet, but was immediately knocked backwards where it fell on its rump. The tiny form craned its neck upwards, trying to see, trying to fathom what or who was holding it.

A moment later the question was answered.

Heidi Chambers stared upwards in incredulity, trying to grasp exactly what had happened to her. She didn't have too long to ponder that very question as a huge face loomed into view from above. A HUGE smiling face. A young girl with blonde hair stared down at her, her chin lowered to her chest. There was a brief moment where the two stared at each other and then the container began to shake. At first it was just a tremble but quickly built to seismic earthquake-like proportions. Inside the container, Heidi collapsed again and was flung from one side to the other, bumping her head. As she slid along the bottom of the shallow container, Heidi managed a look upwards and realized that the girl - her giant captor - was jumping up and down.

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Libby stared at her sister. "What? What??" Kara continued to bounce up and down. "Are you going to tell me or-?"

Kara stopped hopping for a moment and then happily sang out, "It's a girl!"

Suzette's voice could be heard from across the room as she continued getting ready for work. "You like the surprise?" It was obvious that even Libby was delighted as she smiled at her mother. "Listen, I'm late. I'll see both of you after work. Don't mention anything to anyone, right?" Both girls nodded. "Kara?" Kara averted her eyes from the container ever so briefly and looked to her mom, still nodding, "Yes, mom, I won't. I mean, no, won't say a word".

Suzette continued to stare at both of them. "I could loose my job, you understand that, right?" Both girls nodded again. Truth be told, they had heard this almost a dozen times in the last three years. Every time their mom brought home a visitor…she sounded like a broken record.

With that, Suzette left the house, leaving a small, forgotten person in the capable (if not unpredictable) hands of her two daughters. It had worried her the first few times, but still, she had to give them credit. In the years since they had begun this little ritual, no one had found out. That's just the way she aimed to keep it too.

All told, Heidi was the ninth (or was it tenth?) person she had brought into their happy home. Some (the first few) she had gotten to know and to a certain extent, tried to care for. Libby and Kara had certainly helped out, eagerly so, offering to watch them, care for them, etc. This worked for a while, but…accidents happen.

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She was sliding. Heidi was sliding towards the open end of the container as it was turned on a severe slant, not unlike that of a cheap amusement ride she had visited as a child. As she had already discovered, things moved fast at this size. Too fast for her liking. Several images flew through her head as well as several smells, chief among them was…

Bacon.

No sooner had she thought this, then she had emerged from the now open container and gently coasted to a stop on a large, off-white surface, coated in a thin, strongly smelling and slippery substance.

"Breakfast time", called a voice from above. Heidi, on all fours, looked up, sputtering and trying to keep from falling completely on her face.

"Get her off that, another voice said, that's disgusting".

"I know. I will. I'm just playing, okay?" the voice said again.

Heidi caught another glimpse of the girl above her. Truly she was monstrously huge. She was talking to someone who was already leaving, or at least that's what it looked like. Heidi's heart froze when the girl once again turned her attention downward, staring at her, beaming.

"Can you stand up?"

Heidi held still for a second, not that she didn't hear the girl (for truth be told, she'd heard quieter voices being broadcast at a stadium concert), but rather, a plain stunned feeling had set in. A moment later, she looked up again to the patient, smiling face and then did what she asked, she tried to stand. Heidi managed to hold it for just a second before beginning to reel backwards, looking like a skater who was in the process of losing her balance, but had not yet accepted that fact. Heidi fell again into the muck, the contents of which she was still uncertain.

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With her mother now gone, Kara felt free to play. Missing an hour from her morning at school seemed like a small price to pay.

Gently, she tipped the container forward, then at the absolute last moment and fearing that the tiny occupant would land on a piece of cutlery, moved it so it was positioned over her mostly empty breakfast plate.

The tiny woman slid into view, making her descent look kind of fun and reminding Kara of the waterslide they visited during summer break.

Without even thinking, and unsure as to its ironic effect, Kara blurted out, "Breakfast time".

Behind her, Libby, willing herself away (for she too very obviously wanted to see the tiny woman) walked in the other direction, but not before seeing what her sister was up to. "Get her off that, she said, gesturing to her plate, that's disgusting".

Kara stared downwards, completely transfixed on the woman. She had landed on her half-finished breakfast plate near a half chewed piece of bacon fat. Looking closer, she noticed that she was having difficulty maneuvering since she was surrounded by small globules of liquid bacon fat. "I know. I will. I'm just playing, okay?"

After staring for a moment, Kara said, "Can you stand up?" The tiny woman just stared at her. It wasn't untypical. Though they had only ever had one other woman of this size in their house (the rest being men), she'd noticed a few things. Namely, the women were far less aggressive. Men would typically be trying to counteract their terror (and it must be terrifying at first, she thought), whereas the woman, the one she had seen anyway, seemed more docile at first. At least she was. Later on she would prove a colossal pain in her butt. "Whatever happened to her, Kara thought briefly, oh well".

Kara laughed as the small woman eventually tried to stand, but fell again.

"Oh, that's terrible, here, let me provide some assistance"

Kara tore off a small piece of napkin and put it on the plate close to the woman.

"Step on it"

Heidi moved to the torn napkin piece and eventually managed to stand, wiping her feet and leaving small, almost un-noticeable greasy footprints as she moved to the edge of the plate.

"That's it, good girl"

Recent history had proven to Kara that she could watch these things for hours - how they react, how they cope, what would they do if…etc, etc. Watching this tiny woman would be just the same, she thought, maybe better.

"Wipe yourself off and I'll show you around, okay?"

Heidi did what she was told, thinking it may very well be a mistake to disobey her young, giant subjugator.

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Heidi was dizzy again. So much so, that she felt close to throwing up. The dizziness seemed never ending as it came, wave upon wave.

Though the giant girl claimed to value and cherish those much smaller than her (her tone used with her mother had suggested this), Heidi felt that she was being treated rather rough. What made matters worse was when she would try focusing her eyes on something - anything, that the immediate effect was one of nausea. Presently things were moving far too fast for her eyes to focus on anything at all. So she clutched her head and closed her eyes, praying that this ordeal would end quickly.

The girl's voice was heard from above, though Heidi wasn't sure whom she was talking to since her attention was focused on not throwing up. Several short groups of words were distinguishable though: "…stairs are very, very steep…" as well as "…can talk about that later…".
Then again, with all of this careless jostling around that knew whom she was talking to? The upturned fleshy palms of the giant smelled strongly of fragranced hand lotion. Heidi recognized the smell and recoiled at its intense proximity and how overpowering it was.

Things seemed to be slowing down now, thankfully. In the midst of her dizziness, Heidi recognized the color blue and the faint smell of talcum powder. Suddenly her stomach seemed to rise further to her throat as she suddenly dropped downward at an incredibly abrupt speed.

When would this end?

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The tiny woman lay prone in Kara's cupped hands. Kara was being extra careful with her, making sure that her movements were as slow and calculated as she was capable. Her journey from the kitchen to the hallway to the stairs took almost double the time it would normally take her; all because she was afraid of upsetting the woman whose fate now lie in her hands. She knew from previous experiences, that their stomachs weren't as strong as she would have guessed. Seemed like they were always throwing up or complaining of dizziness.

"That was the kitchen and we're coming up on the hallway. I know, exciting, isn't it?" Kara turned the corner and gently rose up the small-carpeted flight of seven stairs.

"These stairs are very, very steep. Not a good idea to try going down them. We can talk about that later". Kara continued, three more steps to go. She looked downward to her hands again and noticed that the woman hadn't moved. "Almost there, okay?" Kara arrived at the top of the stairs and then turned into her bedroom, which had recently been painted a bright, flamboyant blue.

"Here we are"

Things were good. It'd been a while since they'd had a new resident (her sister, Libby had coined that phrase). Five weeks? Six? She wasn't sure exactly, but it was too long. Carl had been the last. Carl Swath (?) Carl…Something-or-other, she couldn't recall his last name exactly. Carl had lived with them for some time, over seven months. He'd been a good, good man. One that Kara had taken a distinct liking to. They were kind of like brother and sister at one point, well maybe not that close, but close, still.

Carl had disappeared on a Thursday evening. It could have been earlier, but that's when she had first noticed him missing. What struck Kara, as most unfortunate was the fact that she never knew what happened to him. Although she wished him no harm, she would actually of preferred to know of his demise. That would be better than not knowing at all. As it was, he went missing and that was the end of it. She had told Libby of course and the two of them had concocted a story of sorts, for if their mother learned that one of the residents was MIA, she wouldn't have brought anymore of them home…ever! The story they made up involved the two of them finding Carl on the floor, dead. A definite lack of detail was provided, but since both were mortified at the thought of his demise, Suzette assumed that his death was an accident.

She would never know that Carl had never been found and that Kara had absolutely no idea where he went (Libby was another story).

Much of their efforts went into coaxing their mother into a sense of security - that it was okay to bring more of them home, that it was okay because they were safe, not cradled and pampered by any means, but safe just the same.

Both of them knew and completely understood what their mom's job entailed; firstly that it was far more important than that of their dad, but also that it involved a great deal of secrecy. Smuggling criminals from their supposed jail time had to carry a pretty stiff penalty. Kara rationalized the white lie they had told their mother since it wasn't all that far from what she had done to her employers. This irony wasn't lost on Kara.

Kara bent her knees and lowered her cupped hands to the floor. She noticed that the woman was writhing more than she had been. Kara recognized the movements as those brought on by nausea.

"I went as slow as I could".

The woman who was on all fours was tipped onto her side since Kara had tilted her mammoth fleshy hands at an angle. A moment later, the small woman tumbled a very short distance onto the carpet.

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Heidi stood to her feet amongst the protruding carpet fibers. The feeling was not all together uncomfortable, for they allowed her feet a slight, albeit awkward, padding. After standing for a moment, she dropped once again to all fours and immediately threw up. This went on for some time as her vomiting rid her stomach of practically everything in it. Even with her head lowered she could sense the movement from above. Something large - very large - was walking around above her, coming and going. THUD, THUD, THUD.

Clicking noises. Sounded like lego.

Heidi's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding with a dull ache brought on by the nausea. A few moments later, Heidi found the strength to stand but immediately sneezed. Once. Twice. Three times. That was the clincher. With the headache, the empty stomach, the extreme dizziness that continued to this moment, Heidi collapsed face down on the carpet.

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Time had passed, though Heidi was not sure how much time. The bright light from above (whatever it was…the sun? a lamp?) was no longer emitting any light, at least not as far as she could see. Though it wasn't dark where she was, there was not a lot of light. Heidi stood to her feet, immediately noticing that the majority of the spinning room effect that had dominated her head for the last bit of time had reduced itself. Though a little wobbly, Heidi proceeded forward, noticing first that she was on a different surface now. A shiny black surface that looked like asphalt almost. Didn't feel like it though.

Heidi had been dressed in a white smock and light, cheaply made shoes. Consider what she had recently gone through (if in fact it had happened the way she remembered - a giant girl?), she was happy to still have what she did. She looked down to see the traces of a barf stain that was still on her smock from before she passed out. Oddly, the smell of the barf, although in near proximity to her face and her nose, wasn't the primary smell she detected. What she smelled now was bigger somehow. It was all encompassing too, almost like it was coming from all around her. It smelled vaguely of a few things, though the images that were conjured in her head hardly made any sense - musty clothing…sweaty socks? Go figure.

Heidi squinted into the dim light and put one foot in front of the other. Then again. Slowly and in the distance an image arose.

It was a house.

There was a tree (what looked like a tree, anyway), a light coming from inside the house - even a compact car parked out front, several meters from where she now stood. A small wave of relief came over Heidi though something wasn't exactly right. Nevertheless, her tired body spoke on behalf of her brain; urging her forward to seek out a possible refuge - a bed maybe. Heidi continued forward, step after step, looking above her head where a noticeable lack of light made it impossible to see higher than twenty or thirty feet. Her gaze fell once again to the house. It was a two story with the light coming from the second floor. Heidi sneezed once more. She wondered how terrible she must look, not that it mattered all that much at this particular moment.

Finally she approached the car, noticing that it was certainly not a normal car by any means. It was an older make, a Plymouth maybe. It had deep scratches on it, like it had been scuffed. Also, there was a surprising lack of detail on the car, making it look all the more like a toy than anything else. As her mind reeled to figure this out, a figure emerged from the shadow. Heidi shrieked and jumped backwards, almost falling down the stairs.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to-are you okay?" The figure walked towards her.

"Who are you? Let's start with that". Heidi had clenched her fists and was ready to do battle. Tell me or I'll-"

"Easy does it" The figure stepped into the light. "It's okay. I'm Alec"

"Stop right there, Alec and step into the light a bit. So help me-"

The shape of Alec brought his finger to his face. "Shhh". He stopped. "Listen".

Heidi did listen. There was something, yes. Getting louder too. Loud thumping sounds, but like they were being magnified by a sound system or something. Alec had stepped into the light. He was a man in his early thirties by the looks of it and not at all bad looking or out of shape. It was obvious by the look on his face that he was somewhat apprehensive.

"What's that noise?" Heidi asked, clutching her head with her hands. Alec was close now; he put his hands on her shoulders. He spoke quicker now.

"Listen to me, okay? Do what they say. Don't be spiteful. Go along with it, no matter what it is. Trust m-"

His words were cut off as white light filled her spectrum, blinding Heidi for a brief moment. Sometimes things are seen with the human eye that require time to sink in for them to be absorbed - that's exactly what was happening here. What she saw took some adjusting. A full four seconds, which, if you break it down, is a lot of time considering Alec was already hurrying in another direction.

It was a door. Plain and simple. A door was being opened and Heidi was being bombarded by the bright light from the other side of the door. That was the normal part of the equation. The abnormal part was what it was that opened the door. Though Heidi couldn't make her out just yet, she knew who it was. The tall silhouette stretched upwards for what seemed forever. A flood of thoughts entered Heidi's head. What she hoped was a nightmare turned out to be all too true.

Kara's words came down from far above, "What do you make of the house? Like it?"

Heidi looked over her shoulder to see Alec still hurrying away, but trying to look like he wasn't hurrying, that he just happened to be nowhere close to where she herself was.

A thud was heard as Kara took a step inside the room. "You met Shrimp?"

A light was flicked on and suddenly the whole space was illuminated. Things were blurry for a moment as Heidi tried to figure out where to look. Giant jean-clad-legs moved into view and stepped past her, turning and suddenly elevated themselves off the ground as Kara sat on her apocalyptic-sized bed. Springs were heard as she bounced slightly, excited by what she saw.

Heidi just stared, her mouth open but no words coming forth. She felt close to crying, but didn't, no yet anyway.

The giant's eyes quickly glanced upon Alec. "Weren't bothering her I hope"

Alec stared upwards, looking resigned.

Kara's sock enclosed foot suddenly moved forward. Heidi swallowed, her throat dry, but saw that the foot wasn't coming for her, but headed towards Alec. Heidi saw and studies Kara's face for the first time. Unless she was sitting or bending over, her face seemed to disappear into the sky not to be seen over her pelvis. But now she was in clear site, in fact, she was looking directly at her.

"Feel any better?"

Heidi contemplated an answer, looking over to where the giant's foot was moving. It had found Alec and was nudging him backwards like an over-sized football player would do a defensive line. Alec flew backwards every time she "nudged" him. Occasionally she would stop, allowing him to strike at her feet, which he did, repeatedly, each time to no effect. Kara's eyes darted to Alec, but remained mostly on Heidi.

"Alec's been bad, haven't you?" She nudged him again and Alec fell onto his back. Kara's moved in quickly, pinning and covering most of his body with her enormous foot.

Heidi couldn't watch any longer. Was she going to kill him? She was prepared to yell at Kara, but stopped as Kara's foot lifted off of him and slowly elevated back into her cross-legged position high atop her bed.

"I have food. Are you hungry?" she said down to Heidi.

Out of the corner of her eye, Heidi saw that Alec was getting up. She looked to Kara and nodded 'yes' to her question.

"Thought so. Hold on a second".

Kara jumped off the bed, her feet landing on the floor causing reverberation to run through Heidi's small, fragile body. 'I actually felt that' she said to herself. Kara's left leg immediately stretched out, extending far, far off into the distance and over Heidi and Alec's head. A moment later she was gone. Her thundering footsteps trailing off into the distance.

Heidi turned to Alec who was also walking towards her. She looked very confused.

"Who…what…uh-"

"That's Kara, he looked around, this is her bedroom"

Heidi scarcely believing this, looked around, high into the air, high enough that her neck strained. Bed posts, desk, closet. It was true. Now that the light was on she could see that it was true. It was a bedroom. Her glance turned downward to see the "house" and "car" she had wandered towards. Fake. Not even that good a fake actually now that the light was on. Plastic crap.

Alec now stood directly in front of her. "She'll be back in a second but you should-"

"What do you mean she'll be back? Can't you leave? Can't you just run away?"

A sorry, pained looking smile crossed his face. He shook his head.

"No where to go. The entire village as she calls it…is sealed off"

Heidi spun in all directions, only now noting that a wall barricaded them where they were. It was crudely made, looked plastic like the rest of it, but definitely would be tough to get over top of.

"So…you just stay here?"

Alec nodded. "Yup. Not much else to do really". He glanced over to the house. She likes us to stay in the house…or liked us to. Don't think she much cares now…"

"Huh?"

"She doesn't really have that long of an attention span. Know what I mean?"

The thumping sound began in the distance.

"Listen, I'll be over at the house. We'll talk more later, alright?"

Heidi turned and pulled him back. "Wait. What's she going to do? Should I be hiding?"

The thumping grew louder as Kara sprung up the stairs.

"Wouldn't matter if you did. She'll find you. Listen, he said, turning once more, I gotta-"

"Here's a plum" came a voice from above. It was Kara.

Heidi turned and craned her neck upwards. Kara held something in her hand far above. Heidi watched as her eyes immediately settled on Alec. A massive sock-enclosed foot sailed past Heidi, landing dangerously close to where Alec was standing. He tried not to flinch, but couldn't help it. Seeing him next to her foot allowed her a quick comparison - her foot was roughly the size of a long gas-guzzling car. It pivoted and flexed normally, like any foot would, but did so with terrifying potential as it moved past Alec and turned as she leaned upon her giant bed mattress.

"Want some?" she called down to Heidi.

Truth was, she did want some. It'd been a long time since she had eaten. She nodded but doubted that Kara would even notice. Alec wandered closer too, he himself hungry. Kara bent forward and slid down the side of the mattress until she was squatting. Her giant knees protruded over (and even bent) the wall barrier as she settled. She didn't seem concerned though. Her long arm was suddenly coming towards Heidi, the plum moving into clearer detail. Kara held it for a moment, tilting it back and forth (like Heidi had never seen a plum) before setting down on the carpet. Heidi saw an immense amount of detail in everything (revealing that the skin on Kara's fingertips were dry and coarse). The plum had a small bite mark where Kara had already indulged herself. Heidi noticed a trail of bubbled saliva that coated the rim of the bite mark. Had she been sucking on it? Heidi didn't care. She moved towards it, looking to Alec who would assuredly want some too.

But Kara was already upon him. In a dazzling, effortless display of casual abandoned speed, Kara's hand grabbed Alec roughly.

"No food for you 'til tomorrow"

Heidi waited for an explanation to be given to Alec, but Kara didn't offer one. Instead her hand traveled downward as she leaned forward, grabbing a dirty sock that had been dropped earlier inside their walled perimeter. Showing very little sign of caution or the least bit of gentleness, she stuffed his body, face first inside the sock. His arms quickly wrapped around the edges, but Kara's giant fingers stuffed him downward until he slid to the very bottom. With that, Kara stood to her full height and took two steps, leaning forward and hanging the sock on the handle of a drawer, so that it hung far above the ground.

"You can sleep there tonight" Kara said absentmindedly, almost like she wasn't thinking about what she was doing. A blur of movement as Kara strode past Heidi again before moving into the squat position from earlier.

"You're not hungry?"

Heidi thought back to what Alec had said and looked over to the hanging sock, the bottom of which looked noticeably darker and dirtier than the top section. Alec's body writhed inside the soiled sock while Heidi leaned forward and took a bite of the plum. Since she couldn't break the skin herself, she took a bite from the exposed section, her head leaning into the bite marks and mixing with Kara's saliva. The plum tasted amazing.

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Libby bounded up the stairs, trying not to sound too excited.

"You home?"

"Up here, Kara's voice replied from inside her room, c'mon in".

It was now nine fifteen at night. Libby entered the room filled with anticipation, not as much as her sisters, but a fair amount just the same. She was still dressed in her work clothes from the office where she was a junior secretary.

"How's everything?"

"So far so good", Kara answered, a tiny trace of her mischievous smile still visible on her face. Libby sat on the bed, dangling her legs and her high heel shoes over the edge.

"You didn't go to school, did you?"

Kara looked over her shoulder up at her sister who sat above her and grinned. "No. I will tomorrow though".

Libby rolled her eyes the gestured to the tiny woman who was on the carpet next to her giant sister. "She's okay then?"

"Fine. Hasn't talked yet. Or. If she has I haven't heard her". She laughed to herself, "other than that no problems".

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Heidi sat on the carpeted section of the floor inside the tiny barricade that Kara had erected. Though it was a tight fit, her giant captor managed to fit inside the barricade if her legs were crossed. A similar thumping sound came from beyond the door. Seconds later the giant's sister emerged. She, dressed quite differently than Kara, walked in immediately and sat onto the bed.

Heidi thought about the movement of the two giant girls and how it blew her largely imaginary perception of size clear out of the water.
In her mind's eye she assumed that if something was larger than you, that it would also move at a slower speed (look at an elephant, she thought. Don't see them running too often).

Maybe it was the cartoons she'd seen as a child where the large, usually evil minded giant would clamor after someone clumsily, trying their very best but failing to catch their smaller, more agile prey. Those in pursuit would outwit the giant with their physical agility; darting left and right and leaving the monstrous giant confused and unable to catch up.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

These girls were fast. Not purposely so by any means, but their eyes, their hands, their feet and most of all, their reaction times seemed to go against their large, often grotesque, proportions. Heidi first noticed it when the giant girl had set her eyes upon Alec, deciding to pick him up. She simply reached forward and grabbed him. Alec barely had a chance to utter a single word before thick, dry fingers were closing around him.

The two girls talked briefly, Kara picking Heidi up at one point and staring at her closely. Heidi stared back (given little choice), and took in the detail of what, under normal circumstances, would have been a pleasant and no doubt pretty young face. Try as she might though, all Heidi could see were the flaws, which due to her size, were magnified considerably. She saw the roughness in the giant girl's skin, the light hair growing on her upper lip (by no means noticeable unless you were as small as she was) and the tiny bit of toast still imbedded in the corner of her mouth. All of it was as clear as day. This would take some getting used to she thought, but until then she had to try very hard to not envision this young girl as a monster.

Heidi quickly learned to breath through her mouth, since inhaling with her nose intensified the smell of giant girl's breath, which wafted from her mouth like a warm furnace. It wasn't bad breath per se, but unpleasant enough that Heidi's first instinct was to recoil, squirming in the fingers of her giant captor. Once again, she could smell far more than she desire: peanut butter, toothpaste, milk, etc.

"Is my breath bad?" Kara wrinkled her nose then chuckled at her own question (as if the mere notion of her breath being anything but sweet was simply preposterous). She continued looking at Heidi very closely all the while carrying on with her conversation with Libby. When she spoke or smiled, as was often the case, her white teeth shone and glinted in Heidi's direction, each tooth as big as one of Heidi's old handbags. There was even a small seed stuck next to one of them, so small that Heidi doubted it the giant girl would even detect it.

Finally, Kara lowered Heidi to the ground, but this time set her between her crossed legs, giving Heidi the less than desirable position of standing directly in front of her mammoth sized crotch. Kara continued her conversation with her sister with absolutely no mention of Heidi or where she had been placed, adding to her humiliation. 'I'm staring at a giant girl's nether region', she thought.

Looking up at her, trying to find her face proved too great a strain on her neck, so she did the only thing she could do, she stared at Kara's denim covered pelvis, observing the bulges and ripples of the denim as they folded over the contours of her young body.

A new smell had entered Heidi's senses. There had been a variety of them, all unpleasant, but this was new, or at the very least, stronger than anything before. Heidi looked up from the towering crotch of her captor to see the dark brown contours of a single high heel shoe that dangled from the edge of the bed, gently swaying back and forth. Heidi recognized the smell instantly: foot odor. It wasn't rank by any means. It wasn't like she hadn't washed in three weeks or anything, it was the size difference. The smell of musty leather and perspiration continued to assault her senses as if someone was waving it in her direction. Heidi looked up (as best she could) to Kara, wondering if she, since she was much closer to her sister's shoe, had noticed anything, but since their conversation continued, she figured that she hadn't.

The springs on the bed squeaked slightly and a soft, barely audible grunt was heard. A second later Libby's face crept into view from high above. A moment later, Kara's own face leaned forward, her chin lowering to her chest as she stared down at Heidi who remained imprisoned between her own crossed legs.

Libby without taking her eyes from her sister said, "So, have you done anything?"

Kara's face quickly averted its eyes, her cheeks flushed red. She reached over her shoulder and hit her sister's leg.

"No! Give me a break (and then, in a quieter voice), she just got here".

Both faces again locked their eyes on tiny Heidi who found that after a few seconds, that the penetrating stares of two fifty to sixty foot tall girls (hadn't been able to judge an accurate height yet) was more than she could bare.

"Well, Libby said, pushing herself off the bed, her high heel shoes landing with a thud on the carpet, let me know what happens". With that, she stood to her full height and smoothed out her black skirt. Libby stretched high enough into the air that Heidi could scarcely see her face over her protruding pelvis and gigantic legs. One bare leg stepped forward, crossing the small pile of dirty laundry to land solidly on the floor, close to the dresser drawer. Heidi watched her move, finding it a truly frightening, humbling experience as the knowledge sunk further in that she, a grown woman in her thirties was now fully at Kara and Libby's disposal. She was a speck of dirt on the carpet. She was nothing.

Libby's voice was heard from far above even though Heidi couldn't see her face. "You done with this?"

Kara nodded, looking quite disinterested in what her sister was doing, but rather re-focused on Heidi.

Libby pivoted and stepped over the barricade like the toy it was. Heidi craned her neck to see what she was carrying and in doing so, saw up Libby's skirt. Her long legs were bare all the way up to her underwear, which, like the walls in Kara's room, were blue. Heidi's first instinct was to turn away, that she shouldn't look. Her second instinct told her this was absurd. From her vantage point, there would no doubt be a lot in the coming weeks that she shouldn't see, but would anyway. Besides, it wasn't as if either of them appeared to care overly. I mean she was still trapped between Kara's crossed legs!

As Libby turned to face her sister, Heidi saw that it was the sock she had taken. The same dirty sock that Kara had shoved Alec inside of, more than three hours ago.

"G'night", Libby said to her sister and closed the door.

Alec tumbled roughly onto a hard surface like he had so very many times before. He looked around; quickly trying to get his boundaries while the giant Libby crossed to another direction in the room and began taking off her earrings. Alec looked downward - her dresser - he was on her dresser. Alec sighed to himself, pulling bits of sock remnants from his hair and clothing. He wondered what his task would be this evening.

It had been a long time for Alec. His time here felt longer than his three years in prison. Anyway, time didn't mean what it once did. When you rely completely on your senses to tell you what month and time of day it is and have little access to a clock, you quickly loose track of things (being in a sock doesn't help either!).

There was a brief time, three or four days as he recalled, when he thought that being taken to this house was a golden opportunity. He wasn't in prison any longer, had avoided facing his accusers and pretty much had the run of the place. The giants (two girls, a mom and a dad) seemed delighted at first with their new resident (their had been others he was told). The dad wasn't ever around. Even when he was, he didn't bother with "those things", saying that they made him uncomfortable. Fine thought Alec. He'd be around the girls and the mom, all three of whom were quite cute. No problem. They seemed nice enough and from what he gathered, the mom had gone far, far out of her way to bring him here - may have even been against the rules from what he'd observed.

That was then, this was now. What began as a novelty quickly crumpled to him barely being remembered and then, worse, made to do things, disgusting, inhumane things, some of which he didn't even want to think about. However, worse than all the things he had done, was the fear that their boredom, which seemed to be on the increase, would one day render him useless. Would he disappear like Carl?

Alec watched as Libby put down her earrings and then slid her short-sleeved shirt over her head. Next, she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her high heel shoes before stepping out of it, leaving it (much like in Kara's room) in a heap on the floor. Libby, like her sister was fairly thin, but not overly so. In fact, Alec remembered the first time he had seen her parade around in her briefs that she was a "babe" (as he had then put it). That was no longer how he felt towards her however. Things had changed considerably.

She used to talk to him, that is to say, engage in conversation. She still did, but it was usually just her who spoke and he who listened. Alex watched as Libby, clad only in high heels, underwear and bra crossed towards him, getting closer and then closer. Her eyes looked past him as she took off her watch and then picked up bottle of hand lotion and squeezed some onto her hands.

"What should I do?" Alec called to her, straining his voice to be heard.

Libby didn't answer him (maybe she didn't hear, maybe she didn't care) but instead moved back across the room and picked up her phone. It felt good not to answer. All day long, she had to answer people's questions; to wait on them, to cater to them, this was different. If she didn't want to, she didn't have to.

It was then that Alec noticed Heath who was wandering slowly across the floor next to Libby's giant feet.

Heath was another man trapped alongside Alec. Had been here for a long while too. Though Alec had never asked, Heath was much older, maybe even in his late forties. Because of this, he couldn't match Alec's speed never mind his endurance when it came to the girls and their games.

Libby stepped over him, her high heel shoes landing on either side of his miniscule form. She stopped, her arm springing downward and instantly grabbing Heath in her hand. With her other hand, she dialed a number on the telephone and waited for an answer.

Heath didn't struggle, he knew better than that. Instead he just lie there. This seemed to annoy her as she sighed out loud, a long drawn out sigh that could be heard across the room. What good was he if he didn't try to fight her off? Her eyes fell on Alec and instantly moved towards him. In two giant steps she was there.

Libby let Heath tumble roughly onto the dresser next to Alec and then spoke into the phone. "Yes. I'm looking for Robin?" She covered the receiver and spoke quietly to the two men atop her dresser, but looked at Alec.

"He's too old to be any fun, don't you agree?"

Libby's attention diverted between the two men and the phone, which she cradled between her shoulder and face. A moment later, she cupped the phone then reached for Alec, easily grabbing him then raising him atop a small jewelry box from which he would have difficulty getting down.

Next, she moved forward so that her chest was right up against the rim of the dresser. Heath saw what was coming and took a few steps back.

"Hi, she said into the phone, her eyes looking elsewhere for a moment, you still up for tonight?"

Libby's hand shot forward and effortlessly grabbed the older Heath, imprisoning him inside her fingers. She set him on the edge of the dresser then moved closer to him, raising on her tip toes slightly so that one of her breasts could lower over top of him.

Alec suddenly stood on the jewelry box.

"Libby. Don't!"

Libby flashed him a grin, but was mostly involved in her phone conversation.

"Yeah. No, you should drive. I always drive…"

Libby lowered her height a bit so that her breast fell softly on top of Heath, who immediately began to struggle.

"Well that's why you should drive, she laughed quietly, you're better with directions…"

She removed her other hand so that all that was holding Heath in place was her large, fleshy bosom (which upon normal proportions wasn't all that large at all, but to Heath, it certainly looked like it).

"Libby, Alec called again, he can't take it. Please! Don't!".

Libby listened into the phone.

"It's no one. It's the TV."

She leaned further forward, her breast oozing out of her bra slightly as it compressed and completely settled on the tiny man, engulfing him.

Libby grinned widely at Alec atop the jewelry box, showing all her front teeth.

"Think he can last ten seconds?"

Alec, fearful that this would be the end of Heath looked to the edge of the jewelry box and contemplated jumping down. He had done so in the past, but almost broke his leg.

"Okay, so fifteen minutes? Twenty?" she said into the phone before covering the receiver and looking gleefully at Alec.

"Ten, nine, eight…"

She looked down at Heath whose arms could be seen protruding from underneath her breast.

"…Seven, six, five…"

Libby moved forward further, her breast seeming to expand even more, almost making the tips of Heath's hands completely disappear.

"four, three two and…"

Heath stopped moving.

"…one…"

Libby slowly (too slowly) leaned back, slowly exposing Heath who lay face up on the top of the dresser, his face beet red.

"See? He's not dead, she whispered, he might be in a second though"

Heath's chest rose slightly, expanding with much needed air. Alec watched helplessly, thankful that this was over.

But it wasn't.

Libby reproached the dresser and grabbed Heath in her hand, turning and heading back towards the bed.

"What are you wearing by the way?" she said into the phone, breaking the silence.

Really?" She laughed and dropped Heath onto the bed. Heath bounced slightly and then lie mostly still on his back.

Libby covered the phone once more then stood with her back to him and her face towards Alec.

"Hey, she said to Alec, watch this, okay? Look right at me."

Alec did.

Libby sat on Heath.

It wasn't drawn out like before, it wasn't slow and torturous, but quick. Her panty-covered bum lowered onto the bed and from Alec's perspective, completely engulfed Heath's tiny body, smothering him.

Libby's eyes remained on Alec who remained standing on her jewelry box. Libby laughed extra loud into the phone on purpose, too loud in fact, grinning like she'd just won the lottery.

"Okay, she said into the phone, never mind, I'll see you soon".

Libby lowered the phone but continued staring at Alec.

"What do you think of me now, she asked him, her smile fading but not disappearing completely, still like me?"

She scrunched forward and gyrated a bit as if she was squashing and smearing him into her mattress.

Alec couldn't speak. He knew the day would come. He'd seen how she treated him and no doubt how he himself would be treated sooner or later. Heath was just the easy choice since he was the oldest and weakest.

Libby stood and put her hands on her hips, still looking at Alec.

"Well, I gotta go, she said, moving towards him and out of the way of the bed. Heath was still there and not squashed at all. She'd fooled him.

"Didn't do it, did I? she said, I will though. One day. He's too old for anything else". By anything else, Libby meant her weird taste for sexual encounters, once describing Heath as "old enough to be my dad" and thereby, "Gross".

Libby dropped her underwear and unclasped her bra, soon standing fully in the nude. She liked this feeling, so much that she stretched her long, slim arms high into the air, groaning out loud in pleasure. Nudity was such a taboo thing. Couldn't walk around at work nude, not at the streetcar either. At home, in her room though? She could do whatever she wanted. And all the tiny men (and soon, women, she hoped) could do… was watch.

"I'll be in the shower if you need me" Libby strode out of sight, her breasts bouncing with her every step.

Alec stared at Heath on her bed. He had started to move and eventually sat up. They couldn't hear each other from across the room so a conversation would have to wait.

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Heidi sat on the giant Kara's bed, having been there since one in the morning when Kara had finally fallen asleep. Prior to that, the games had been numerous, none as great however, as Kara's never ending fascination with Heidi's reaction to her 'new world'. Since her sister had left the room, Kara had undergone a two to three hour show and tell, convinced that Heidi would be as fascinated as she herself imagined her to be with her new surroundings.

There had been games, yes. None of which Kara had forced her into (not yet anyway), but certainly ones that she was being shown the beginnings of, as if to say that they would be revisited in the near future. At one point, Kara, now dressed in pajama bottoms and t-shirt, lay on her side, her hips jutting high above Heidi's head, politely asked her if she would like to climb on her. Heidi seemed perplexed that this girl, who was easily in her late teens, maybe even early twenties (it was tough to tell) would entertain the notion that Heidi would ever desire such a task.

"That's fine, the giant had said, there's time for that later".

'Later?' What does that mean. The thought chilled Heidi's bones, as she didn't want anything to do with this girl, or any of the others for that matter.

Kara eventually explained that on the off chance that she might get hurt, that she would remain tied to her finger while she slept. Heidi's first reaction was one of disbelief. "You're not tying me to your finger-" she had started to say (the first time she had spoke to Kara, actually) before the giant girl abruptly sat up, bounced off the bed only to return seconds later with a thin piece of string. Heidi was pulled with great force to Kara's awaiting hand (having been grabbed from behind), where she dexterously tied one end to her own fleshy finger. The other side had a noose of sorts.

"You'll go through here, she said, can't get hurt that way".

Heidi felt the loop fall over her body, settling on her waist and then pulled rather snug by the giant, probing fingers. Once finished, Heidi had about twenty to thirty feet (by her standards, not Kara's) of slack to play with.

"G'night, little woman", Kara had said with a slight trace of unintentional condescension in her voice.

So there Heidi sat, staring at the giant girl for a number of minutes, waiting for her to drift off. Once she did, Heidi immediately stood walked to the end of the string's slack. It was no coincidence that she had tied it the length she had, since it wasn't enough to reach anything else. Kara knew that there was no way down.

The sound of Kara's raspy breathing went on, non-stop through to the early hours of the morning. Heidi stared at the gigantic girl, herself unable to sleep, as Kara sputtered, coughed slightly and then turned over, her belly now in partial view, expanding and retracting, again and again. Heidi fixated on her navel, since it too was exposed. It was huge. Heidi imagined that she could easily stick her entire head into it. Not that she wanted to of course, but still, the curiosity associated with her grotesque proportions was there.

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Alec, dead to the world, lie face up, lying on top a scrunched up used Kleenex.

Things change.

What once would have repulsed him beyond belief and offended his very nature, was something he now took for granted and often relied on. Libby, ever the domineering giant young woman, derived amusement from arranging less-than-satisfactory sleeping quarters for him, as often as she had the time and inclination. Memories that stood out as her favorites: sleeping in one of her sweat socks, sleeping in a container of her dirty, soiled laundry and most recently, sleeping on the top of her wastebasket, where he rested precariously on the built up volume of thrown away items, discarded food remnants, used dirty Kleenex and an over abundance of body hair, which she pulled and discarded from her hair brush. Given this (and because of it, maybe), Alec slept rather soundly; never knowing how long the sleep would last.

A laughing sound from above.

Alec strained to open his eyes, groggy as ever.

More laughing.

A thick, sticky twap sound was made as an enormous drop of fluid slapped his face from above. Alec immediately opened his eyes and was stung by an acidic, burning sensation. The liquid covered his face and immediately spread down to his chest. More laughing, louder now. Alec wiped his face and got on his knees, but the burning only grew more intense, stinging his eyes considerably.

"Don't ever complain you don't get enough vitamins again, okay?" the voice from above warned, still on the verge of laughing.

Alec managed to look up, past the feet and calves of the giant to her waist and then to her arms. She was holding a section of orange rind and had squeezed several drops of the juice on top of him.

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Libby always enjoyed these moments. In a cynical world, she was amongst the most cynical to live in their house. Still, the little pleasures in life always brought a well-deserved chuckle. The very first experience she had had was with a man named Carl. He was the second or third resident at their house and had been the unfortunate one to experience first hand, her often mean spirited sense of humor. After displeasing her by not successfully moving her dirty laundry into a specific section in her room (as per her instructions), she had dribbled plum sauce on top of him from a bottle. It started as merely funny, but soon had her convulsing in hysterics, laughing, almost crying at his degradation. It was perhaps the first time that it had truly donned on her that they were hers to do whatever she wanted to.

Truth be told, it sometimes took what she considered to be a great deal of restraint from just doing away with them all together. Every week or so, visions of smashing them to bits under her massive clenched fist had entered her head - it would be so quick and so fun, she thought. But despite the short lived pleasure it would no doubt give her, Libby was old enough to realize that long term pleasure is always more desirable. So with that in mind, she resolved to keep them around as long as she could, if for no other reason than the pain in her (giant) ass it had been to explain the eventual disappearance of Carl.

(***If requested, more light can be shed on Carl's disappearance and posted separately).

Besides, she thought, her newfound pleasure was found largely in her own restraint. Knowing…fully realizing that she was capable of prolonging, or if she desired, ending their undersized lives, gave her enough satisfaction to keep them alive…though she didn't know for how much longer.

Squatting over the two men, both of whom were still rubbing their eyes in pain, Libby reached over to the side table and took her mug of tea that she had made for herself. Since she had made it long ago, it was no longer hot. In went her fingers, pulling out the softened, still warm tea bag. She set down the mug atop the side table then ripped the bag open with her fingernails, gently exposing the black grains of torn tea leaves that still steamed slightly and smelled wonderful.

Heath was now looking up, seeing what she was about to do, for she had done it before. On previous occasions, she had made them consume some of the tealeaves, pushing their faces down into the bag, so that, she said, "we can all enjoy the tea".

Heath started to back up and must have uttered something to Alec, since he too stood and moved towards the sound of Heath's voice, his eyes still burning from the orange juice droplets.

"Oh no you don't, she said, it's tea time…"

With that, her enormous fingers lowered the bag towards them, the grin on her face turning upwards, but only slightly (it wasn't quite as fun as it used to be).

"C'mon, it's not that bad, is it?"

With that, Libby's door opened and in walked Kara, still in her pajamas and bare feet.

"Do you want the woman for a while, she said, I'm meeting Cindy for a coffee"

Libby looked up at her, trying not to look too excited.

"Are you bringing Cindy here later on?"

Kara moved towards her sister then sat on her bed.

"Maybe, yeah"

"Well, tell her again, that she can't talk about these things, okay? I'm not sure she got the point last time"

Kara nodded.

"What are you doing with the tea bag?"

Kara had no idea what Libby did with the people she brought into her bedroom. Alternately, Libby didn't know what Kara did with them either. Both suspected the other as having "fun" with them as they put it and had even brought up the notion that they do it together sometime, but the sometimes-cruel ways of the girls (most notably, Libby) wasn't up for discussion.

"Just fooling around."

"So, do you want her or not?"

"Yeah, Libby responded, I want her".

The door opened and a moment later Libby, the giant girl's older sister walked into the room, wearing loose fitting jeans and a snug t-shirt.

"Hello?" she said aloud, too loud in fact for Heidi's tiny ears.

Libby stood still and glanced around the room, first to her feet and the floor and then up to the bed.

"She said you were in here. I'm supposed to get you something to eat".

Libby took a step forward, being careful where she walked.

"You do want to eat, don't you?"

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Heidi would stay where she was. The thought of announcing herself had crossed her mind, but she thought against it.

"Come out, please? her voice said from somewhere above, I'm not going to hurt you".

There was silence for a moment, causing Heidi to briefly open her eyes and to look up in the direction of the giant girl. Libby looked to be contemplating something. The giant then turned and closed her sister's door behind her, carelessly butting the edge of her sister's tiny barricade with her foot, practically toppling it.

"If you let me see where you are, I'll give you a treat" she said, her voice now quieter.

Heidi's heart thumped in her chest as she contemplated being found. Oh, how she truly wished this would not happen.

Libby turned to the door, as if to leave, but stopped, her backside facing Heidi. Slowly and quietly, her hands dropped to her side and fumbled around her waist. Heidi began to wonder what she was up to, and then heard the distinct sound of a belt buckle - then the fly of her pants being unzipped. 'What could she be doing?' Heidi wondered with intense curiosity.

A moment later her answer was provided.

Libby's jeans began to slid down her hips slightly, not too much at first, just enough to reveal the top 1/3 of her underwear. Libby's hands found their way to the closed door and snaked up almost as high as they could reach, bracing her body and leaning forward. She shook her hips quickly a few times and let gravity do the rest: the jeans slowly snaking down over her jutting hips and then to her upper thighs. She spread her stance ever so slightly for them to fall further, which they did, now resting in a rumpled pile just below her knees. Libby continued with her jeans, reaching down now and pulling them completely off, one leg at a time.
Heidi's heart, which was beating quickly to begin with, now beat even faster. Libby had turned around and continued to look around the room as she stepped out of her jeans.

"You can stay safe if you're around me, you know. Not like Kara" the voice said.

Heidi watched helplessly from the seat of the chair.

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Voyeurism wasn't something that had ever interested Libby, certainly not watching others anyway. Having people watch her wasn't all that interesting either.

But it had been different with the little people.

She had sensed it the first time she'd had one of them alone in her room. The man (can't remember his name even) was on her floor, encircled by a selection of items from her room, allowing him little chance to hide or to escape. Libby had just returned from a run and was excited about seeing him again, since the prospect of these small, curious people was very much new to her back then. She had stood over his entrapment, looking down at him, smiling, hoping he felt comfortable. Her smile faded somewhat; it would be a pain to change in her room, to emerge from the shower, to do anything private at all for that matter with one of these little people in the room with her.

So, being the defiant type all her life, Libby did what came naturally to her, she undressed in the same room as the little man, at first in the corner, semi-out of site, but then took the bold step of striding through the room buck naked.

It was like walking in slow motion, like her body was electrified somehow.

This little man, her little man, hers to do with what she wanted, was now reduced to that of a mere spectator…able to do nothing but watch.

The more casually she did it, the greater her excitement. Acting with reckless abandonment thrilled her more and more. She would undress in front of him, take off her giant (probably overly fragrant) sneakers, then casually set them down in close proximity to where he stood, all the while barely engaging in eye contact but continuing with their conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The casualness of it all did her in every time. She would sneak glances at them, watching as they watched her, horrified at her nudity, which, through the coming weeks, became more and more frequent.

This, to her, was fun.

So here she was, standing in her sister's room, now down to her underwear and a shirt, which she quickly pulled over her head and let fall to the floor.

"Ready to come out now? she asked, I have all afternoon".
Heidi watched in fear as the giant reached her long arms behind her back and unclasped her bra. A moment later if fell forward onto the floor, revealing her naked, pert breasts in all their wondrous glory. Libby caressed herself briefly and then immediately dropped to her knees, a huge, monstrous grin growing on her face.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to find you, won't I?"

She crawled forwards on her hands and knees, picking up articles of clothing from the floor and inspecting underneath where they had rest. She even made slight growling noises, as if she were a giant animal searching for prey.

Unknowingly, Libby got closer to the chair where Heidi had been left but then turned away at the last moment, more concerned with scanning the floor. A giant rump swung into view, Libby's tight underwear scaling into her bum crack, revealing more of her fleshy thigh and buttocks than Heidi could bare to see. She looked away, completely horrified at what would happen next.

Kara met with her friend, Cindy, for a couple of hours. Cindy, much like Kara, was a reasonably attractive girl, not gorgeous, but attractive. The pair had been friends for the better part of five years now.

It wasn't long until Kara had told Cindy the whole story about the new woman in the house and how excited she had been. Cindy, an outside, was never supposed to hear any of this of course, but did anyways since Kara felt she could be trusted completely. Cindy had listened, waiting on every word, but visibly disturbed whenever Kara mentioned her sister and the things she sometimes did with these little people.

Nevertheless, she was invited over to see the new addition as soon as it was confirmed that her mom would not be home for an extended period. For her to learn that Kara had told someone, anyone, about their family secret and how she occasionally abused her privileges at work (by bringing home those condemned to shrink as part of their life sentence), would make her furious indeed, not something Kara particularly wanted.

It was agreed. Cindy would come over the day after next, since mom had vowed to be at a seminar most of the weekend.

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Kara arrived home, greeted her mother and bounding up the stairs to her room.

Off went her shoes and off came her jacket as she moved quickly to her desk. On it, was a note from Libby? Kara took it in her hands, a look of concern growing on her face.

"Thanks. She was great. Hope I didn't hurt her" read the note. Kara looked at it for a long time and then dropped it back onto the desk.

"Are you here?" she said aloud, looking to where she had left the tiny Heidi. She was not. Instead, Kara found her standing inside a half-filled glass of water.

Kara's expression changed to one of even greater concern. She picked up the glass and slowly tilted it so that its content flowed into her hands. Out came the water and then eventually out came Heidi, falling into a clump in Kara's giant, now wet, outstretched hand. Heidi looked awful. True, their enormous size difference didn't allow Kara to see details the way that Heidi saw them, but even she could tell that this woman had been through a lot since she had last laid eyes on her.

"What happened?" she asked, sounding horrified.

Heidi looked up and tried to find her face with her eyes, looking completely miserable. Kara lowered her face, making sure that if the tiny woman was to speak, that she could hear every word.

"She-she…she was horrible…did things to me…with her…"

Kara stared at her, looking more and more sympathetic with every passing moment.

"Tell me what she did, Kara commanded, what happened?"

Heidi made a futile attempt to answer her, but quickly broke down into tears. The past hour and a half had been the worst of her life. Things had happened that she wished she would never think of again.

"It's okay, Kara said, her hand shaking slightly since she was now walking towards her bed, nothing else will happen to you, okay?"

Heidi looked up at the giant girl, wondering if she was serious, wondering if she could protect her.

Kara climbed up onto the bed and laid on her back, jostling Heidi, but still holding her in her left hand. Very gently and very slowly, she lowered her so that she was on her upper chest, next to her collarbone. She did so with caution in her eyes and a small, but reassuring smile on her lips.

"Stay with me and everything will be fine", she said to the tiny woman, her chin lowered as low as it could in an attempt to look the woman in the eyes.

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Heidi stood up, balancing on Kara's collarbone area. Though fully conscious of what was happening and how absurd it was to rely on a giant teenaged girl, Heidi longed for comfort, wanting Kara to continue telling her that everything would be fine. Heidi stood up, keeping her balance as best she could and looked into Kara's huge face, which due to her positioning, allowed her the unflattering view of looking directly up her nostrils. She didn't see a face; she saw a contorted mass of features, all grotesquely out of proportion. But now, instead of revulsion, she felt closer to her somehow. If it were true, that Kara would protect her from her sister, then Heidi would do anything she said.

Heidi shivered.

"Are you cold?" came Kara's voice, her breath spreading over Heidi.

Heidi didn't want to admit that she was, but she did, nodding to her.

"Do you want me to warm you up a bit?"

Heidi again nodded, realizing the absurdity of her reliance on this young woman, how if her size wasn't altered, that this would not be happening. She would laugh at Kara and push her out of her way, she would--
Kara's giant hand reached for her and gently lifted her off her upper chest, her other hand pulling up the bottom of her shirt, exposing a section of her taut stomach.

"Trust me, okay?"

Heidi nodded a third time and shut her eyes for a moment. What was happening?

Kara lowered her to her stomach, placing her just above her navel. Much as Heidi had anticipated, the surface of her skin was very strange and warm. Heidi was on all fours, fearing that she couldn't walk on this surface, the elasticity of her belly making it seemingly impossible. Kara's hand fell from above, urging her to lie down, which she did.

Kara quietly and without saying a word, lifted her shirt once again and slowly draped it over top of Heidi, providing a large canopy of sorts and shutting out the majority of light.

Like the world's largest waterbed, Kara's belly rhythmically expanded and fell, causing Heidi to rise and fall also.

Heidi lay there for a minute or so and then the strangest thing happened.
She stretched out her arms and within a few moments of resting on the constantly expanding stomach, fell deeply asleep.

Far above her, Kara lay, staring at the ceiling, a small, longing smile growing on her face.

'This feels better than any of the others', she thought, careful not to disturb Heidi's slumber.

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"So what's the problem exactly?"

Libby walked back to the kitchen table and sat down across from her sister, who shoved huge spoons of sugary cereal into her mouth. She spoke while gulping it down and wiping away the traces of milk.

"I never said there was a problem, I was just wondering what you did to her, because…"

Libby reached for the sugar, pulling it towards her and in doing so, revealing tiny Alec who stood between it and a jar of jam, trying to remain out of sight.

"Because what?"

"Because, Kara continued, because…well, I've never seen any of them that afraid before, that's why".

Both of the girls frequently took one or more of the tiny people along with them at breakfast, depending on a number of factors: how well behaved they were, whether their mom was around, etc. Libby looked to her sister.
"You asked me if I wanted her for a few hours, so I took her. Was I mean? (Libby mulled the question over for a brief moment), no, not particularly. Scary? Well, it won't be as bad next time, will it?"

Libby smirked and looked to the table top and then to Alec, who as luck would have it was standing in front of the milk container, which in turn just so happened was what she was now trying to reach.

"Did you feed him yet? she asked, her hand purposely brushing Alec out of the way before grabbing the milk jug.

"No, not yet".

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Alec had always hated breakfast with the girls.

It made him sick.

Watching their grotesquely over-proportioned features, their thick, dry fingers, their large cave-sized mouths at so close a range; well, no matter how cute they may be at normal size, it was enough to turn anyone's stomach. Down their fingers would drop, lunging and grabbing and fumbling with whatever food lay before them, chewing with open mouths and spewing visible crumbs when they laughed and talked - it was revolting!

But more than anything else, breakfast was a time for talk, not about any of the residents necessarily, but about their schooling, their jobs, their dates, whatever. If (a big IF!) one of them felt so inclined, she would leave a bit of her breakfast for them, some of which Alec would endeavor to take with him for the others (as was the case now, it was only he and Heath…and that new woman, but he hadn't seen or heard too much from her yet).

If Alec had to rate his giant captors, Kara was definitely the kinder of the two, though there were many moments when, egged on by her older sister (who seemed to relish talking her sister into doing mean things), Kara would pour cream on him, leave him in a half-finished bowl of cereal or what have you. Generally though, and despite her occasional lapse to mild nastiness, Alec would take Kara over Libby any day.

Alec tried to stand, half knowing that if he did, that Libby would likely knock him over again in the ensuing moments. That last hit had really hurt. Once, she'd almost broken his ribs, or at least that's what it felt like.

Libby's voice hurled downward from above, changing her tone, which indicated that she was speaking to him rather than to her sister.

"You want food or what?"

Alec looked upward, finding her face and daring to look her in the eyes. He nodded.

Behind Alec and out of his range of sight, Kara continued to chew loudly, the smacking sound of her lips practically all he could hear. He turned to look at Kara, thinking that perhaps she would be the one to -- whoa!

Alec was suddenly pulled forward as Libby's giant fingers grabbed his two legs from under him and effortlessly dragged him closer to where she sat. His world turned upside down as she dangled him closely to her face. Her eyes darted to meet her sisters', her mouth chewing and smacking, her large tongue emerging to briefly lick her substantial but dry lips.

"Which bird is it that regurgitates food for their young? Pigeon, isn't it? No wait, seagull, that's what it is".

Kara wasn't sure, but already knew where Libby was going with this.

"Libby, she said, starting to laugh, don't. That's revolting".

Kara's laugh told the dangling Alec all he needed to hear. It wasn't a laugh that discouraged her older sister, but rather, a laugh that dared her to continue - it may as well of said, "C'mon, I dare you to make me laugh harder!"

Alec continued to dangle upside down, the blood rushing to his head and clouding his vision.

The giant Libby raised a glass of milk to her lips and took a fairly large gulp, swallowing loudly and then grinning at Alec, who suddenly felt himself being lowered to the table at what seemed to be a great speed. Alec lay on her plate, facing upward to see her massive head lean forward, her eyes gleaming as a thin stream of milk escaped from her lips, splashing down around him and then onto his legs. Almost instantaneously, her lips shifted as she redirected the milk so that the stream hit him directly, splashing onto his face and chest. Alec scrambled to his feet but was met by two of Libby's fingers, one from either side, instantly pinning him down as she continued to dribble milk from her disgusting cavernous mouth.

It must have amused Libby a great deal since towards the end of the stream, as if she could no longer contain herself, her mouth suddenly shot open, allowing the remaining milk to cascade downward as she laughed and coughed. The remainder of milk doused Alec, so much so that his hair became completely wet with it.

Above him, Libby continued to cough and to laugh, her large face, red with effort, loomed closer still, white teeth exposed with her huge grin, which despite her coughing, never seemed to leave her face for more than a second.

"Are you okay?" her sister ask from somewhere across the table.

Libby continued coughing and then nodded, lowering her red face even further towards him, her nose practically brushing against him while she grinned, almost like she knew something he didn't. She held her face in position for a second, coughing again and spraying poor tiny Alec with saliva and germs from her bacteria ridden mouth. A brief moment of silence and then ---

Milk dripped from her nose.

Not much, maybe four or five drops, but enough to make the girls laugh even harder than before, especially when the droplets landed on Alec's face, which he could not protect of course, since throughout this ordeal, she had never let go of his arms.

"Grooooossss!" shouted Kara, standing and beginning to clear her dishes.

Libby, her face rising as she sat up, grinned down at Alec.

"Taste good?" she whispered just quietly enough for him to hear.

A moment later the girls had cleared the table, the preceding events already a distant memory for both of them.

"Bye, called Kara, and listen, she said, stopping and touching her sister's arm, leave her alone today, okay? I want her to rest".

Libby nodded to her sister, neither of them seeming to remember of care that Alec remained on the table, alone and unable to escape.

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Libby of course, hadn't forgot about Alec, but took great pains for it to appear that way. Much like her nudity, she seemed to get the biggest rush when she acted as if they weren't even human, as if they were so small that she couldn't be bothered to remember where she'd left them, etc (though she always had them back where they were supposed to be before her mom came home).

Roughly an hour later, she had descended the stairs and carefully poked her head around the corner to spy on him. He was of course, sitting down doing nothing, since that's all he could do. This made her smile. A man, waiting for as long as she herself deemed appropriate - waiting on her schedule and no one else's.

As she stood, watching him, her mind drifted back to Carl and his untimely end…

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Carl, as mentioned earlier, was one of the earlier residents in the house. He was significant, because he had been the first to actually connect with the girls (Kara, despite asking too much of him occasionally, thought of him as a friend). Others like Alec had lasted longer, but there had been something special about Carl, at least as far as Kara was concerned. Libby too for that matter.

At least that's how it had started…

Libby's growing and unhealthy obsession with power over the tiny people began with Carl, but sadly, would not end with him. She remembered the exact moment when it happened, or at least the day, for in a sense, it was a significant turning point for her.

Her mother had explained what these people were, that they were convicts, many of whom were scheduled for death; others sentenced to live their lives imprisoned at a greatly reduced size. She had snuck them home, taking advantage of the turn around and taking advantage of a decidedly absent security force that seemed to overlook many of the shrunken prisoners, as if their size somehow effected their worth as humans. But even knowing of their convictions, their crimes against the government, against their fellow man, etc, Kara and Libby had maintained a relatively high level of politeness with the tiny people. They said please, when requesting them to do this or that, they smiled when they were supposed to, they did all the things that someone with manners is accustomed to doing, despite them being so much larger than those they interacted with. The girls simply could not seem to drop the pleasantries they were accustomed to, no matter how ridiculously small these people had become.

That was then, this is now.

Libby remembered the moment where things changed quite vividly.
It had crossed her mind in bed one night; the thought of being a GIANT.

Her initial reaction wasn't that awe-inspiring, but the more she thought about it, the more and more appealing it began to seem. 'I'm a giant she would tell herself and they are my subjects. They live, they exist because I wish it' she would think, furthering the fantasy in her own mind.

Next began her conversations that she had with Carl, where she had started referring to herself as a 'Giant', hoping that he would pick up on this and address her as such without being prompted. She would say things like 'Well, since I'm a Giant, I'm going to do this and leave you to do that, if you don't mind'. Carl would comply, but sometimes express a bit of reluctance, since prior to that moment, he and the others had practically been catered to by the two girls.
Libby's boldness increased as time progressed, giving Carl tasks to do and later, providing him with things to say, such as 'I'm done with the task, Giant Libby' (how her heart would flutter when he called her that), prompting her to stop, think and then say back to him, 'You're right, I am a Giant, aren't I?'

The last stage of her forwardness (prior to his demise) came when she began to no longer care what he thought or how he felt, but only whether it gave her pleasure or not. Pleasure itself is a relative term and consisted of amusement as well. This stage had been hard on Carl, as she would occupy herself by watching him carry out near impossible tasks for someone his size, such as removing all the lint from a sweater or, when she wasn't feeling quite as charitable, commanding him to hand wash a pair of her socks (each one taking him hours to complete). She wouldn't do it under the guise of punishment, but would rather present an earnest request, yet fully expecting him to comply with her every wish.

Then in happened.

It was a normal day, nothing special at all. Libby had woke, found Alec doing what he was supposed have done - nothing out of the ordinary.

Libby herself had begun to feel confused at her relationship with Carl. Why was it that she so often felt like chasing him, taunting him…and even…destroying him? Was she evil? Did these thoughts make her a bad person?

She would ask herself why she did what she did and then dwell on the answer…

…because she could.

Carl had stood on the floor, looking up to her, looking way, way up to her, perhaps awaiting another command, perhaps expecting her to toss him a section of the cookie she was in the midst of eating, perhaps getting ready to jump from the path of her feet - it didn't matter.
"Carl", she had said calmly, clearing her throat and looking directly at him, "How would you feel if I told you…that I'm going to chase you across the room and then squash you. What would you think of that?"

Carl continued to stare up at her and because of his tiny size, remained expressionless (at least as far as she could tell). It didn't matter. Her heart was already beating faster, her breath deepening.

"You deserve it anyway, don't you? I mean, you're a convict, right?"

Carl just stared up at the giant girl, not sure how to respond.

"You went missing, you're presumed dead…You know I'm serious, don't you?"

Still, Carl said nothing.

Libby unfolded one of her legs from her curled position then lowered one of her feet from the bed, purposely dropping it so that it made a louder, more dense noise when it connected with the floor, as if to stress how serious she was.

"You know why I'm going to do it?"

Libby paused, feeling her throat drying up a bit, relishing every word.

""Cause I'm a Giant and you…you are nothing. You're just an insect".

At this point, Carl had begun to shout something, words that she could have made out had she leaned forward, but since she chose not to, words that fell on deaf ears.

Downward her other bare foot sailed, colliding with the floor, making another loud THUMP sound.

"You better run, she said, smiling a little now, you better run like now"

Carl did. Though he wasn't sure which direction he should go, he ran as fast as he could, tripping occasionally on the carpet strands which sometimes made his path seem like an obstacle course.

Carl hadn't thought about this happening, though, it didn't exactly surprise him either. Libby had been acting more and more strangely of late, undressing in front of him, accidentally spilling things on him (then laughing about it), etc. If he'd thought harder, he may have seen this coming.

Libby sat, her long, giant legs draped over the edge of her bed, watching Carl as he ran. She liked the fact that she didn't have to start after him right away, that she could bide her time and savor whatever it was she was going to do (for to be truthful, she didn't yet know the outcome of this particular game).

Carl managed to get to her door, probably figuring that if he could reach Kara, that things would return to normal, at least for long enough for him to figure out what was going on.

That's when a CD case exploded beside him. It had been thrown in his direction (hurled, more like it) and had hit the bottom of the door, shattering into several pieces. Seeing this, and realizing that the impact would have surely been the end of him, made him even more frantic. He pushed himself through the small opening between the slightly ajar door and the wall frame, running into the hallway as fast as he could.

Behind him, he heard the now familiar squeak of her bed frame, indicating that she was now in active pursuit.

"I'm going to stomp on you", she said, sounding strangely out of breath (but not unlike the tone of a mother playing with her child).

Carl continued to run and in the very brief moments prior to her reaching the doorway where he would undoubtedly be caught, he thought of a few things, all of which confirmed a feeling of dread: no one else was home, he knew that now and none of the other residents were anywhere near, making it impossible for them to hear any of his cries for help.

The door swung open above him, and he could feel the air gush past him from its abrupt opening.

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Libby still didn't know exactly what she was doing, but whatever it was, it was thrilling. She was stalking him. She imagined that she was chasing a tiny bug through the house, one who had been bothering for a long time and one that she would relish doing away with.

"Thump, thump, thump, she said, easily catching up to the pathetic man, oh, you're so fast, how will I ever catch you?"

Libby wished desperately that he'd been harder to catch, that she would have to chase him through the house, stomping her foot down again and again before finally squashing him, prolonging his agony yes, but also her excitement. Her mind raced through a number of possibilities, her favorite being 100ft. tall Giant in a jungle, where the trees only met her waist. She walked through them, their trunks bending, sometimes breaking as her gargantuan legs strode on past. She would pull them out, smashing the ground, kicking loose soil and foliage into the air, anything to smash her prey.

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Carl's realm of view was blocked suddenly as Libby's enormous heel suddenly dropped down in front of him, blocking his path and practically filling his field of vision.

The bare heel pivoted as the giant twisted her body to stand astride his tiny frame, so that one gargantuan foot rest on either side of where he stood.

Her bare left foot rose high, high into the air and hovered a bit, before beginning its downward descent.

Carl saw the fleshy bottom of her foot and instantly began to sprint in the other direction. Her foot slammed down onto the carpet, just missing him but once again, raising to its poised position, high above his head.

Again it slammed down onto the floor and again Carl felt a brief gush of air move past his face from the impact. Carl dived aside, rolling across the floor.

"Can't you run any faster, her voice trailed downward, sounding a little disappointed, c'mon, try at least".

Again her foot rose high above his head, poised, hovering. Carl looked up, trying to find her face, looking up past her hiked up skirt, which revealed a triangle patch of her yellow underwear nestled snugly between her upper thighs.

"See my crotch?" she asked, sounding relatively calm now.

Carl of course, didn't answer.

"This is it, she said, close your eyes".

Carl did.

And that was it.

For the hour following his death, Libby had felt sick. Then she felt remorse. Then she felt guilt. Then lastly, she felt secrecy - how would she hide this? What would she say happened.

As it was, it wasn't as difficult as she thought it may have been…

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Alec looked up, having heard a slight noise. The giant Libby stood just beyond the doorway to the kitchen, staring in at him. Her attention was diverted when a knock came from the front door.

"Damn", she said and then disappeared.

A second later, he heard the THUMPING sound of her feet reproaching him at a fast rate. In mere moments she grabbed him with her right hand, where he was pinned, his face buried into the fleshy portion of her palm. He could smell the smeared hand lotion she was using, its fragrance way too strong for his sensitive nose.

A second later it was dark - and warm. And he was upside down again. He kicked his feet a few times and then the environment lurched forward, up, then down, up then down. He was in her pocket. It had happened before, but usually with a bit more ceremony.

Up down, up down, she must be walking quite quickly he thought.

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Libby turned the doorknob and opened the door.

It was Cindy. Kara's friend.

"Hello, she said, Kara home?"

Libby shook her head, her hair moving gently over her shoulders.

"Did she take the woman with her?"

Libby stopped for a second and just stared at her, forgetting for a very brief moment that her sister had stupidly told this girl about their residents. Sure, they were good friends, but still, their being there couldn't very well become public knowledge.

Libby pulled her inside and closed the door behind her.

"Look, keep your voice down first of all. Second, don't ever bring them up unless you and Kara are alone, got it?"

Cindy nodded, looking glum.

Libby watched her. She was almost pathetic.

"Wanna see one of them?"

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Kara had a bounce in her step as she strolled her way home from the grocery store. It was neat having someone waiting for you like she knew tiny Heidi would be. Kara grinned at the thought of Heidi being completely dependent on her, secretly savoring it and consciously wondering if this is how new mothers felt after they'd had a child.

Heidi, being the size of Kara's middle finger, had been scared to death by whatever her sister Libby had done to her (Kara didn't want to think about - perhaps because it reminded her of what she herself had thought of on several occasions). Since that moment, Heidi had been completely clingy, if there's such a word. Heidi, the once normal-sized woman, had very quickly turned to a sobbing and needy finger-sized woman - one that felt better and safer when Kara was home to "protect her".

Well, she would be home soon enough.

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Back at the house, Cindy, Kara's best friend stood in the hallway beside Kara's sister, Libby, both of whom had lowered their chins to their upper chests as they looked far down at Alec. Alec, the shrimp-sized man was on the floor since Libby had decided that this was always the best way to accomplish two things: one, that she remind herself how small and incidental they were, and two, that as they ran and tripped on the protruding carpet fiber, while dodging her ever fidgeting feet, that the little people were reminded of their insignificance next to her own gargantuan proportions.

Cindy had been Kara's best friend for some time now. It wasn't until well into their second years as friends when Kara had revealed the tiny people to her with the strict understanding that no one find out about them. This was a rule she abided by, only, unknown to both of the sisters, Cindy had her own agenda with Alec and the rest of the tiny people.

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Alec hated when she did this.

Occasionally (too often for his liking) while she was undergoing some routine, mundane task, Libby would place him on the floor and butt him back and forth with her socked feet, almost as a distraction to whatever menial task she was undertaking. Sure, he was never hurt by her often fragrant toes (not badly, anyway), but one never knows the true meaning of fear until they're non-chalantly shuffled this direction and that by two gargantuan feet, each of which are attached to impossibly long, thick, over-proportioned legs and even further up, a face which he would rarely see since his visual handicap and the very nature of his inferior size prevented him from seeing above her jutting pelvis. It was only when she leaned forward or on one of the dreaded occasions when she would dangle him in front of her face, sometimes inviting him to smell her "wonderful morning breath" (which to be truthful, almost made him vomit - its rancid, earthy smell was truly too much to bear) that he would get a good look at her facial features. What he initially thought to be an attractive young girl, took on a monstrously distorted perspective when viewed from his tiny size. Her nose seemed to jut out towards him like an oddly shaped hill nestled amidst the rough, textured mix of her coarse skin, discolored freckles and the occasional red blemish, most of which would go unnoticed to the normal naked eye but like many other sensations, became very prominent (not the least of which were the sizable holes that were her nostrils - cavernous, black and dangerous).

Indeed, being the plaything of a bored 23-year-old girl, one whose early fascination with the tiny people had worn thin months ago, made for a dangerous and frightening existence. The absurdity of her tasks and humiliations knew no end. She had him try scraping the plaque off her teeth (wherein her giant tongue, evidently working on an instinctive reflex, would spring forward, knocking him backwards, but not before coating his face and chest with a coat of its smelly, glistening saliva. She even gave him the "privilege" of accompanying her around the house on her chores, not so bad a task you say, unless you find yourself as Alec did, dropped inside her underwear (more on this later).

So, running from her feet was yet another task to endure. Only this time, there were four sedan-sized feet, twenty skate-board-sized-toes and of course, two voices from above, muttering words that came in and out of focus, typically followed by shrill laughter and guttural sounding snorts.

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"So you've met little Alec before?"

Cindy nodded and smiled down at the small man, currently running in the opposite direction.

"Yeah. Kara showed him to me about three weeks ago. Still can't believe it. I mean look at him!"

Cindy hastened his run by gently nudging him forward with her foot, sending Alec sprawling, face first, onto the carpet.

Libby's eyes darted to Cindy.

"Careful, they're fragile, okay? she said, wondering whether the comment would seem ridiculous to Alec or not. She didn't care.

"Yes. I know, sorry".

The phone rang and Libby turned to get it.

"Watch he doesn't get away. Keep him from the stairs too".

"Okay, Cindy said, continuing to smile down at him, nothing to worry about"
Libby disappeared and then so did the foolish grin from Cindy's face.

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The giant girl was coming closer to him, kneeling, her huge, callous knees bending and lowering, closer and closer. Alec stood his ground. Running was futile anyway. He guessed that she'd pick him up, hold him upside down, the usual…

But what he saw was an expression of great concern. He saw this because as she squatted, her face dropped downward too, resting on the top of her bent knees.

"Can you keep a secret?" she said to him.

Alec stared upward, already feeling his neck stiffen up from the unnatural tilt it took to look her in the eyes.

"I need to know, 'cause if not…"

Alec nodded.

"Good", she said, looking over her shoulder to where Libby's voice could be heard in the distance, still on the phone. "Because you don't belong here"

Alec stood, motionless.

"You don't belong here, she continued, and if, IF I can manage it, I'm going to try and get you and the others away from here to somewhere safe…"

Alec didn't quite get what she was saying, but she was sincere, no doubt about that. What did he have to loose?

Cindy's giant hand was moving towards him now, dropping lower, lower, her fingers spreading wider and wider still. In a relatively gentle fashion (the most gently he'd ever been picked up before), Cindy's fingers slowly wrapped themselves around him, completely enclosing his feet, but allowing his head and shoulders to protrude from the top of her fist. The next moment, he was slowly (for once) being raised to her face, which, despite the fact that she was squatting, still seemed a great distance from the floor.

"Where are the others?" she whispered.

Alec moved as Cindy pulled him closer, her blonde hair growing closer and closer until her other hand emerged and softly brushed her hair away to reveal a massive ear which awaited the sound of his voice. The hand stopped with Alec close enough to touch her ear lobe, which from what he could tell, was the size of his entire head.

"They're in different places. Heath. You should get him out first. He's been hurt many times. He'd be the first to go, if she ever goes through with it"

"He's in the house then?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, Alec shouted, in Libby's room somewhere".

The sound of Libby hanging up the phone and heading back was heard.

Alec was gently lowered to the floor, her massive ear fading from sight, only to disappear behind the locks of her dirty-blonde hair that fell downward and once again hid it from sight.

"Don't mention this to anyone, got it?" She smiled sweetly at him.

Alec nodded. He felt flushed.

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Kara burst into her room, making no attempt to conceal herself.

'Where are you?" she asked, throwing her coat onto the bed and instantly kicking off her open toed shoes.

Kara was ready to burst open with excitement at seeing Heidi again. What it was exactly, she didn't know. She'd had others before, but somehow, the feeling of one of them clinging to her, almost weeping when she had to leave…needless to say, it had made an impression.

"C'mon, where are you?"

Kara turned and continued to scan the floor, being careful where she walked (a habit she'd picked up and never dropped in over a year). Soon, she spotted Heidi, who'd been there the whole time of course, standing next to the leg of a chair, waiting to be found.

"Hah. There you are, Kara stooped down on all fours and lowered her head, How was your day?"

Heidi rushed forward, looking nervous as she did.

"Why are you nervous. Did she come back?"

Heidi didn't speak, but stood next to Kara giant face, too close in fact. Kara's eyes couldn't focus.

"Whoa. Gonna get a headache looking at you like that"

Kara backed to kneeling position and reached out her hand, gently enclosing her fingers around Heidi and then lifting her high into the air as she stood.

Kara savored this moment, as she had so many others in the past 48 hours. Since then, Heidi had become so dependent on her, refusing to move, to speak, to do anything without Kara by her side. Kara knew what her sister had done with the small woman, but wouldn't allow herself to dwell too long on the details, since much of it disgusted and frightened her. But secretly, though she would never admit this to Heidi, she was glad it had happened and certainly played up Heidi's fears that it could happen again, which caused Heidi to squirm all the more, clearly becoming more and more upset with each passing moment until Kara assured her that she would protect her from any harm.

Two nights ago they had slept together, Heidi slumbered on Kara's belly, the rhythm of her breathing, and the upward/downward motion of her stomach seeming to soothe the tiny woman and causing her to fall into a deep sleep. Kara had rolled over on three occasions, causing Heidi to slide off and land on the bed, where she was quick to roll out of the way, lest she be smothered unknowingly by Kara's soft, warm tummy.

It gave Kara great pleasure to find that she had crawled on top of her by the time she'd woken up. It was a bonding moment of sorts, one she wouldn't soon forget.

Heidi's clinging, sure to be an annoyance to some, was something Kara embraced, carrying her on her person wherever she went, downstairs to eat, upstairs to change, outside for walks, always placing her in the safest, most comfortable position for both of them, usually with Heidi riding snug within her bra, the lower portion of her body held tightly in place but allowing her freedom of movement from the waist up. Once, she'd even ridden in her hair, nestled and intertwined into a bun of sorts, though that was short lived since it caused more motion sickness than Heidi could bear.

At one point Kara offered to put her down, since she had to go and use the washroom, but the thumb-sized woman wouldn't hear of it, squirming and kicking (and presumably yelling, though it was tough to hear most of the time) until Kara grinned and took her into the washroom with her, even allowing Heidi to sit on her exposed thigh after she'd pulled down her jeans and sat to "do her business". Kara watched her, anticipating some reluctance from what surely would be an overwhelming and unpleasant smell, but Heidi stayed put, sitting on her upper thigh while being careful not to fall into the toilet itself, a thought that Kara joked about on several occasions, perhaps to lessen the uncomfortable noises she made as she emptied her bladder and colon into the water below.

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Heidi stood on the floor, trying her best to make herself useful by pulling several of Kara's soiled socks across the room so that they formed a pile. She wasn't oblivious to what was happening or what had happened in the past weeks, but rather, merely along for the ride as her survival instinct had kicked in. She was in a different world now, one that she could have only imagined before when she had been normal-sized.

Being with Libby the other day had changed all of that. Being her plaything, being the object of her cruelty, her laughter, all in the name of her own selfish pleasure…never again, she thought. Though the events were beginning to lessen in their vividness, her memory still held all too many details of that fateful afternoon when Libby had come for her. What in reality was just under and hour of torment, seemed to be an entire afternoon, maybe even a full days length for Heidi.

She was at the complete mercy of her captors and incapable of escaping them or her new environment. Thoughts crossed her mind as her two arms reached forward to grasp the end of another of Kara's discarded socks: what would become of her? How long could she avoid Kara's sister, Libby? What if Libby caught her again when Kara wasn't around? Heidi dragged the sock, stumbling a bit as she lost her footing and fell forward into the pungent fabric. Details were not lost on her at all. She knew she was a plaything for Kara. She knew she'd reduced herself to a mere spec on the floor, not only physically, but mentally as well. She was doing what she could to survive, nothing more, and nothing less.

Loud sounds came from down the hallway.

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

Above her, Heidi could hear Kara, far above her, sit up from her homework, her bed squeaking as she did.

"Libby?"

THUMP, THUMP.

Kara's door shot open.

Libby stood next to her mom, both looking worried as they filled the doorframe.

"What's wrong?" Kara asked, her hand lowering and fluttering slightly, indicating that Heidi should back up and hide beneath her desk. Heidi did, unnoticed.

Good thing too, since Kara's mom began forward, walking at a quick pace. She, unlike the girls, had never changed her habits to go along with the residents, seeming not to care if they got in her way. She'd never stepped on one of them and her movements suggested that she didn't care that much if she did.

Heidi sucked in her breath and ran backwards as quickly as she could as Kara's Mom's shoes advanced towards her, stopping just short of extinguishing her from the face of the planet.

"Heath. Have you seen him?" her mom asked.

Kara looked worried and looked to Libby, who spoke immediately.

"I left him in my room. He's gone now"

The girl's mother looked at Libby.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Libby answered, and I remember exactly where I left him"

"Where was that?" her mother asked.

"In my underwear drawer. It's where I put him when I don't have time to put him away properly. There's no way he'd get out of there. No way".

Their mom looked at Libby, an expression of astonishment grew on her face.

"You left him with your underwear?"

Libby nodded, not taking her mom's cue that this was anything out of the ordinary.

Their mom looked at Kara once again.

"Well, how about it? Have you seen him or not?"

"No, I haven't"

"Well, Libby ventured further, someone was in my room then, Mom. I'm positive that's where I left him".

She thought a moment longer, her fingers rising and lightly touching her mouth.

"I think someone's been in my room".

Kara walked along the sidewalk with Cindy, the two of them off to the salon together, a ritual they undertook every six or so weeks.

Kara, despite the new found and somewhat frantic search throughout the house that she was forced to take part in, was still enjoying her life now that she took Heidi everywhere with her. Since Heath had gone missing, her mom had ordered her and Libby to essentially tear apart the house looking for him. He had to be found, she'd said, even if he's dead - as long as he's accounted for.

If (and it was a big if) he'd gotten out somehow, she would lose her job and possibly leave her and the family open to some legal persecution.

No luck so far though. Her and Libby had searched everywhere, each, in their own way, suspecting each other of secretly knowing where Heath was, but not mentioning it.

"So, you've got her with you right now even?, Cindy asked.

Kara smiled, "Yup. You'll never guess where she is either".

Cindy walked a moment, thinking.

"In your purse"

"I don't carry a purse, dummy"

"She's in your pocket?"

"Nope. Too dangerous"

"I give up, where?"

Kara smiled once more and then looked down to her breasts. Cindy looked at them for a moment, watching them bounce up and down with Kara's every step before clueing in.

"She's in your bra?"

Kara nodded.

Both girls laughed and entered the salon.

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Heidi remained in Kara's bra, snuggled tightly between the soft, fatty flesh of her breast and the elastic portion of her bra. Breathing wasn't too difficult once she'd become accustomed to it. The motion sickness she'd experienced on and off for the past nine days was subsiding too. Besides, a little motion sickness was worth it if it meant staying close to the one person she knew would protect her from her older sister Libby.

So Heidi remained in Kara's bra, patiently waiting while Kara had her hair washed, scalp massaged, fingers and toes manicured and then finally, her hair styled.

From above came Kara's booming voice as she talked to her stylist and sometimes to her friend Cindy, whom Heidi guessed was sitting right next to her and also undergoing the same sort of beauty treatment. Their words were sometimes difficult to distinguish due to the assortment of other noises, most notably the blaring hair dryer, which hurt Heidi's ears quite a bit.
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Alec was in the house.

He had come to call it a house even though he was very much aware that it had been made for dolls. Inside, everything was plastic, causing him to occasionally wonder why it was he retreated there so often.
The answer was safety. Despite the fact that it was put there for him and others like him, he had shown very little interest in actually dwelling in it, thereby making it sort of the least likely place to look whenever Libby came looking for him.

Heath had gone missing earlier the night before and the house had been torn apart. Alec of course knew where he'd gone, even helped Cindy find him, hoping that in the end, she'd come back for him too. She'd said she meant to help them all escape eventually. He would remember this promise.

The low percussive sound of footsteps was felt as the house started to shake beneath his feet. Alec dropped to the plastic floor of the dollhouse, hoping to slide under the bed and avoid being seen should whoever it was decide to pull the roof off in order to look for him (a neat option for kids, but a pain in the ass for him).

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind that the roof actually DID lift off, pulled effortlessly by two impossibly long and slender arms that seemed to stretch too high in the air to comprehend. Thick, parched fingers were seen as they snaked into the various crevices of the plastic roof, gripping, seizing and then pulling it upward high into the air.

So much for hiding under the bed.

Libby had decided to undertake a similar, but decidedly less gentle approach to dealing with the disappearance of Heath. With shrunken Heidi out of the picture, presumably somewhere with her sister, that left little Alec as the only remaining resident of the house. Because of this Libby had decided that it was up to the two of them (mostly him as it turned out) to fish out little Heath from wherever it was that she was hiding.

"Hi down there, shrimp she said, casually tossing the plastic roof to her side as she reached towards him, you're coming with me"

With that, Alec was in the air, jostling up and down with the movement of her hand. He'd never quite a customized to how fast she seemed, since it seemed to be in direct contrast to her monstrous size.

Libby stopped at one point and Alec felt the air rush from his lungs as he was quickly raised into the air where she dangled him precariously before her great and magnificent (albeit grotesque from his perspective) face.

"You're going to tell me where Heath has gone or I'm going to...she laughed to herself, well let's just say you better tell me where he is."

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Kara returned home with Heidi still safely snuggled within her bra. During her beauty treatment, she'd gone to the washroom at one point to check on her, but other than that, Heidi had remained in her bra for almost two hours now.

"Home again, home again", Kara said to herself as she closed the door to her room.

"You wanna come out?" she said downward, looking down to her breasts. She felt a small wiggle which she took to mean that Heidi was ready to emerge. Kara's face tilted to the ceiling as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"You look all sweaty", she said to the tiny woman as she gently unclasped her bra, careful to hold the front cups with her free hand, lest Heidi fall to the floor and injure herself. "Here, fall into my hand".

Heidi felt herself tumble forward as the bra lifted away from Kara's chest. A moment later she lie face up on Kara's giant hand, staring up at her smiling face and bare breasts. Letting the tiny woman see her nude had taken Kara a few days to warm up to, but Heidi's steadfast devotion and clinging nature, which was the furthest thing from sexual (from Heidi's point of view anyway) allowed her to ease up and relax. Besides, it was kind of liberating to be so HUGE and NAKED in front of a tiny and helpless pet like Heidi.

Kara's fingers picked Heidi up and gently rolled her in a tissue, which soaked up the sweat, she had acquired from being next to Kara's body. After that, she lay gently back onto her bed placing Heidi where she loved to be, on her stomach, where she eventually managed to stand, noting that her belly still glistened with traces of perspiration.

"You going to try again?" Kara asked, wondering if Heidi was going to try and walk all the way up her stomach and up to her face, where she now liked to sleep.

As Heidi took her first step, Kara giggled. She didn't mean to, in fact, the more she laughed, the harder it would be for Heidi to make the journey without being launched into the air as the result of a fitful belly laugh.

Heidi continued, step after step, her feet sinking softly into the elastic like skin of Kara's giant belly. She was at her solar plexus area now, which since it was slightly firmer, provided a greater ease with which to stand erect. Before her were Kara's two breasts. If Heidi was careful, she could walk between them, but as she proceeded to do so, Kara launched into another laughing session, this one knocking Heidi onto her butt.

"Oh. You almost made it too".

Heidi tried her best to stand; her legs were a bit wobbly. Her next few steps were rushed as she felt herself tripping over her feet and launching forward, falling straight onto the underside of Kara's swelling breast. Kara immediately inhaled, feeling somewhat lightheaded and tingly from the sensation of this tiny woman grappling with her tit.

"Careful, they're bigger than you are, she heard herself say through parted lips, wishing secretly that Heidi would linger there for a longer time. Her nipples were growing slightly and becoming erect from Heidi's touch.

Kara's fingers moved forward and lifted Heidi's seemingly weightless body from underneath her breast so that she was overtop of it. A moment later, she began to lower her downward, pressing down slightly once Heidi's body connected with her sensitive nipple area, as if reinforcing this as a place where Kara wanted her to stay (but was too embarrassed to ask).

Heidi did.

She lies on Kara's huge breast; face down, the huge nipple poking out between her head and shoulder area. Heidi's face craned upwards to look into Kara's gigantic face, which loomed above and had taken on a very relaxed look about it.

Kara's eyes closed as her middle finger gently pushed Heidi's face down towards her nipple. She was embarrassed that she might open her eyes to find Heidi struggling to get away, but what she felt sent a course of shivers down through the lower part of her back and through her fleshy thighs.

Heidi was sucking her nipple.

At first Kara was too surprised to say anything: surprised that she actually found a sexual thrill from it, but also that Heidi was doing it almost willingly and continued to do so, even after she removed her finger from the back of her head.

The nipple was just slightly smaller than Heidi's entire face, but despite this, Heidi continued to suck, to lick and to caress the wrinkled, pink protuberance, not because it sexually thrilled her (her desire to survive far exceeded any sexual urge she may have had) but for the simple reason that it pleased her captor, it pleased the one who was protecting her, it pleased Kara.

Kara's door suddenly shot open without warning. There was a brief moment of silence where her mother just stared at her. Luckily, because of Heidi's tiny size, she hadn't been seen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm-Kara struggled, I'm trying to take a catnap, problem with that?"

"And you always do this without a shirt on?"

Kara sat up, slid Heidi off her breasts (which she had already covered with her hands) and gently pushed her onto the bed where she fell, quickly covered by the edge of Kara's stadium-sized quilt.

"Well, we've got to talk, come with me"

Kara sat up without a word to Heidi and instantly grabbed a shirt, pulling it over her head and exiting her room to follow her mother.

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Libby's door was also flung open and she too was caught by surprise.

Alec had, in the last twenty minutes, undergone a series of humiliations and tortures, both to amuse Libby, but also in hopes of extracting information on Heath's whereabouts. The most extreme of which had been her applying still hot (not scalding, thank goodness) wax to his limbs, dripping it from a candle, letting it cool a bit and then securing his arms and legs with it, threatening to leave him on the floor until he mentioned where Heath had gone or he was accidentally stepped on (and judging by her increasingly cruel state of mind, that was entirely plausible).

"What are you doing with that candle?" her mother asked.

Libby sat up straight and pushed the plate with Alec aside with her free foot, effectively hiding him from sight.

"Nothing, why?"

"Come with me, her mother said, us three are going to have a talk"

Mom led the two girls into a sunken basement that they never much used. The three of them passed their dad on the way, said hi and exchanged the usual pleasantries. He of course had no idea what was going on at all. He knew of the little people (the residents as his wife jokingly called them), knew that she brought them home for work and that she would be in great trouble if anyone learned of this going on. His philosophy was, the less he knew the better. As it was, it was just good to see his two daughters again, since their mutual schedules didn't always link up.

Suzette stopped once far enough away from her husband and she was sure he couldn't hear what they were talking about.
"Okay…I need to know that you two have your act together…"

The two girls looked at her strangely.

"What are you talking about?" Libby asked.

"Heath is missing. I know that. Have either of you had any luck finding him?"

Both girls looked aside, confirming their mother's fears. Suzette sighed loudly, looking more than a little worried.

"I don't know what else to do. If he got out and…and told someone what was going on, as incredible as it is to believe…I'd…I'd have to go away for a long, long time…"

Libby and Kara stared at their mother, not knowing what to say.

"Well…there's absolutely no smart reason for me to have done what I did, but…"

Suzette motioned to a box on the couch, one neither of her daughters had noticed until now.

"What's in it?, Libby asked, then suddenly a smirky grin crept onto her face, is it another person for us?"

Suzette sighed and stopped, sitting down next to the box, her body weight causing the box to jostle a bit as she sat, something she didn't seem to take notice of.

"You could say that, yes"

Both girls moved closer, Kara somewhat more trepidatious than her sister, as if, somehow, the thought no longer appealed to her as much.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

Kara looked to her mom, "Nothing, just…you don't have to keep bringing them for us…it's not exactly fair, is it?"

"Not fair, what do you mean?"

"Well, they have no choice in the matter. I just…I just think that…"

Libby cut in quickly, grinning.

"Don't listen to her, we'll take it…him…her. They're fun to have around".

"No, wait a minute, honey, she said, looking to Kara, you understand that they're criminals, right?"

Kara nodded.

"You understand that they can't get out of the house, right? Ever. That if they did, they can't be trusted…just because they're three inches tall doesn't mean they're any less dangerous…you do understand that…tell me you understand…"

"Yes, already!, Kara shot back, is it another man or woman?"

Suzette stared at her for a moment before lifting the lid off of the box and looking up to the expectant faces of her two daughters.

There, inside the box, were eleven tiny people.

Libby and Kara's jaws dropped.

"You have to understand you two, that I wouldn't have brought them home if I knew that Heath hadn't been found. It's-"

"There's so many…what-did-"

Suzette paused.

"Let's just say that they'll have an easier time of it here, living with you two than they would have at work, okay?"

Libby grinned to herself, thinking that this wasn't necessarily the case.

Suzette lifted the box slightly and then unexpectedly tipped it over onto her lap, causing great commotion from within the box as the bulk of them slid unceremoniously onto her giant lap, piling on top of each other and no doubt sustaining minor injuries along the way.

Suzette laughed lightly as several of them stood, instantly trying to flee from the top of her seated thighs. As if forgetting that her two daughters were present for a brief moment, Suzette's hand lowered then easily scooped up two of them; a man and a woman, raising them up to her colossal-sized face.

"You two will be kind to my daughters, won't you?"

There wasn't a response, or if there was, Suzette didn't intend to wait for one, since she began brushing them off her lap and back into the box like so much spilled popcorn.

"You can take it from here. There is exactly eleven of them"

Kara stood her ground, thinking only of Heidi and what she would make of all of this. Libby on the other hand, shot forward, dropping to her knees and taking great pleasure at how they shot backwards and cowered at her mammoth size.

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Suzette left her two girls behind to deal with the box of small people, walked up the steps of the sunken basement, past her husband and eventually into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and knelt next to the bed, pulling out another small box, this one even tinier and removed the lid.

Inside was a man, no more than twenty years old by the looks of it. Suzette's giant face suddenly dropped from above until it hovered just above the rim of the box. Her giant eyes darted around the scene inside the box, quickly ascertaining that the man had wet himself sometime earlier.

Suzette tried to mask the grin from her face.

"All set?"

The man stood and nodded, staring up at the giant face that more than filled his point of view. Suzette was an attractive woman, few would doubt that, but from the tiny man's perspective, given the fact that he was effectively staring up her nostrils and regarding what looked like the largest double chin he had ever seen, she appeared grotesque.

Suzette tipped the box over, sliding the man onto the top of her bed.

"I'm going to let you out here. Careful where you walk, there's a lot of foot traffic in this house with my two daughters and husband".

She watched him, looking for a sign of whether the man would indeed pursue what she had instructed him to do.

"Can you handle it?"

The man nodded again.

"And if I do, you'll make me normal size, right? Like I was before?"

Suzette grinned downward like she would at a new born puppy, amazed at the man's level of naiveté.

"Of course I will, she grinned, but remember, that if you fail me…(she raised her foot off the ground a bit) I'll have to squash you."

There was a moment where neither of them spoke. Finally Suzette cracked a grin
and smiled at the man.

"I'm kidding, of course".

The worried looking man forced himself to smile.

"Now remember, I want to know what happened to Heath and whether he's truly missing, hiding, dead, whatever. I don't care but I have to know…understand?"

With that, Suzette wrapped her fingers around him and lowered him to the floor, watching with intrigue as this man, no bigger than her largest toe, scuttled about the carpet.

The man looked up at the spectrum of the bedroom, before once again settling his eyes on the giant woman. Closest to him were her feet, which rested gently on the floor next to one another. He couldn't help but take her jest seriously - she'd just as soon crush him under one of them if he failed her, he thought to himself.

If he did find what she needed to know, she would be very relieved. If he confirmed her worst fear, then things would quickly get worse.

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The group of people were presently high, high in the air, held by the oldest of the two giant girls. All eleven had assumed the same position, standing with necks craned upwards, jostling back and forth upon her every step, fearing what would happen next.

The giant girl above them had been holding the box for some time now as she spoke to someone the tiny people could not see. Libby held the box pressed lightly against her stomach, providing her shrunken friends a view straight upwards from the contours of her belly, her protruding breasts (where several took note of the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra) and above that and mostly out of sight, her giant face.

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"Well then don't worry about it, I'll take them, Libby said to her sister Kara, still holding the box to her stomach. She had removed the lid having thought for a brief moment that their anxiety would be greater if they could see the immensity of their larger than life captor.

"I don't see what the big deal is, she continued, the box jostling around a bit, causing three of the eleven to topple from their feet. If you're that worried about these people…these prisoners…then why don't you take some of them yourself? I promise that what's yours is yours and-"
"I've got what I need already, Kara shot back, taking a step closer to her sister, Heidi and I are fine on our own"

Kara couldn't help but look down at the group of them, wondering for a brief moment what it must be like to have not one but two colossal girls staring down at you while you yourself were held prisoner inside a box normally reserved for footwear. Try as she might, she couldn't help but grin down at them and their infinite cuteness.

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With Libby gone, Kara sat down onto her bed and then reached for Heidi, who stood atop a nearby pillow. Heidi allowed herself to be embraced by Kara's giant fingers and found herself getting more and more used to being transported this way. Like everything about her, Heidi adored Kara's hand. Having been in such close proximity for a great amount of time, she could not help but notice several things such as the result of her own constant nail biting.

Heidi kissed one of Kara's fingers in servitude.

"I like when you do that", Kara said to her, bringing her hand closer to her face.

Heidi, completely absorbed now with her giant captor, her protector, her sustainer, stared at Kara's incomprehensibly large mouth as her lips parted, revealing her adjoined white teeth. Heidi instantly smelled what Kara had for lunch, as the fragrant smell of onions seeped forth. Heidi recoiled slightly from within Kara's grasp.

"I know, sorry. Had a tomato and onion salad. Must smell gross"

After a moment: "Well, I'm meeting Cindy in about fifteen minutes. Do you want to come? I could carry you in my bra again. No one would have to know".

Heidi nodded enthusiastically.

Kara grinned down at her, anticipating the feeling of the tiny woman held tight against one of her giant boobs. The feeling made her a bit red in the face.

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Libby entered her room and set down the shoe box of people onto her floor. A moment later, she lifted off the lid and widened her stance for the maximum "Giant" effect.

The people looked upwards, terrified at this girl who looked even more massive now that they were on the floor.

Libby glared down at them before bending forward and extending her arms to turn on the stereo mounted on her wall. Music flooded the room.

Libby resumed her stance and then started to gyrate her hips, slowly at first, then more dramatically, her huge waist filling their line of sight, often making it impossible to see her face.

Libby stomped her foot occasionally as she pretended to get into the music, causing the fleshy sections of her upper thigh to jiggle. She leaned forward and grinned down at them.

"One of you is going to do me a favor"

Inside the box, the crowd, faced with no other choice, continued to stare upwards, each of them had broken into a considerable sweat.

Libby, still gyrating her hips in a circular pattern, slowly bent her knees, bringing her gargantuan pelvis downward.

One man thought that this was it. Her pelvis looked the size of an Olympic swimming pool.

"She's going to sit on us" a woman's voice broke out from the rear of the crowd.

Libby stopped her descent, opening her mouth slightly, forming a seductive smile, completely aware that her giant ass was inspiring terror.

"Who's it going to be?" she said, dropping her giant arm and uncurling her huge fingers to point towards the box below her.

As she did this, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to suddenly drop downward, her giant, soft, invulnerable ass wasting the whole lot of them in one fluid movement. The thought gave her goose bumps.

Moments later, Libby selected her candidate, a man in his mid-thirties. Soon after, she put the lid back onto the box and set one of her brown, worn leather sandals on top of it to prevent any chance of escape (the thought of this - that a mere single piece of her footwear weighed more than their collective strength could budge - brought a brief smile to her face).

She took a few moments to explain what the man's job would be: to be intentionally kidnapped. Libby had a theory, you see. She had suspected it off the top, but now she seemed certain. Cindy, Kara's best friend, had taken Heath from their house and would do the same thing again, given the opportunity. Libby intended this man (hadn't caught his name yet, didn't care) to be the bait.

If he succeeded in being kidnapped, Libby would intervene and stop her. If he failed, well, the giant, young girl had shown him Alec, who, looking very much worse for wear due to her recent escape of amusing herself (she had dropped candle wax onto him and then left him imprisoned within its bonds for the better part of a day). Once the man had seen what she was capable of, he quickly agreed to her every request.

Kara strolled down the street, very much conscious of her bouncing breasts and how each of her steps, caused a reverberation through her body which no doubt made it an action packed ride for Heidi, the small companion that was nestled snugly against her left boob.

"You okay in there?"

Kara didn't hear an answer, but then again, didn't expect to. The voices of these tiny people was very hard to hear, especially over the noises of outside, traffic and the rest.
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Soon Kara sat with Cindy, her best friend. They were sipping on their juices inside the booth of a diner.

"How does it feel, Cindy asked, how does it feel when she's in there?"

Kara grinned and may have blushed slightly.

"Good, I guess. It feels good. I had to turn her so that she is facing outwards, cause I figured that she could have been smothered otherwise"

Cindy took a long sip of her juice.

"Could I try it? You know, with one of the others?"

Kara looked up and lowered her voice.

"Well…I don't know. On one hand there'd never be a better time…"

"How come?" Cindy perked up.

"Well, because…my mom - I shouldn't be telling you this…"

"It's okay, Cindy countered, the info isn't going anywhere"

"…well, she brought home more of them"

"More?" Cindy seemed more and more intrigued, but also concerned.

"Yeah. Probably a dozen"

"Wow, said Cindy, moving forward in her seat, maybe I could try it with one of them?"

Kara shifted, unsure.
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Suzette crept through the house, home unrepentantly from work, knowing that the house would be empty. Making sure she was as quiet as possible, she made her way into the kitchen, pausing to look down at the floor for signs of her newly released man. She was anxious to hear how it was going.

Since her shoes were making a bit of noise, she quietly slid them off, her black nyloned feet stepping onto the linoleum floor without a trace of sound.

It took almost ten straight minutes (a long time to creep around a house) before she saw something that held her interest: it was the man she had released the day earlier.

Presently, he was in the living room, standing on the hard wood floor and not doing too much of anything at all. Suzette frowned to herself, disappointed that he wasn't taking his job too seriously.
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Thomas, the newly released man had spent the better part of the morning searching the house. It took forever and he didn't think he'd walked so far in his entire life - the kitchen alone had taken over an hour as he crossed from one end to the other, each time the football sized length seemed to loom before him, seeming unreachable.

It was time for a rest. He knew where the food was (the Giant woman Suzette had left instructions as to where he could find a stash of crackers and an upside down lid from a container which she had filled with water). Undignified, yes, but then again, what could he expect?

As he had walked through the house, coming across dust bunnies that sometimes dwarfed his own size, he had realized that this is all he is - a piece of lint.

Thomas turned to get back at his search and was surprised to see the black nyloned feet roughly fifty feet away from him. He looked up, wondering if he had been spotted and quickly realized that he had.

"How's the search going?", she asked from above.

Seeing him there, spinning around and noticing her, reminded her of a bug that had just been spotted and was in danger of being squashed. He had a look of terror about him and why not? She must be over 100 ft. tall from where he stood.

The man said something in reply but Suzette couldn't bring herself to lower herself down to the floor in order to hear his answer.

"I assume you've made some progress?"

She saw him nod repeatedly.

"Good, she said, stepping towards him softly, her enormous nyloned feet coming to rest mere inches from where he stood, because I'd hate to have to get someone else for the job"

She stood a moment longer, enjoying the fear she imagined that he must be feeling. With that, she spun on the ball of her giant foot and silently crept away, leaving the man alone once again in his newfound giant environment.

"Don't forget I'm bigger than you", her voice called from afar.
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It was early the following morning when Kara and her friend Cindy cautiously opened her sister, Libby's door.

"Lib?"

No answer.

There on the bed was Libby, face up and sprawled across the mattress. Blankets were everywhere, pillows too. She was snoring loudly.

In Kara walked on tiptoes. She turned back to the door to see Cindy's frightened face.

"She'll hear us"

Kara shook her head.

"No she won't, she whispered. She never hears anything. Sleeps like a log"
This was true, she did. In the past, this fact had nearly led to the destruction of several residents that she decided "could sleep next to her" through the night, since they invariably ended up pinned under a portion of her body. Since she slept so heavily, there was no way that those of such a diminutive size could possibly wake her.

This was the case now, Kara discovered, as she crept further into the room.

Libby's t-shirt was snaking up her body, revealing her entire belly and most of her naked breasts. Kara knew that Libby had a thing for being nude around these people - it seemed to excite her for some reason (Kara's own recent escapades with Heidi made her appreciate this fact more than she used to).

Kara moved closer and soon spied the shoebox with which her mom had originally transported the tiny people. On top of it was a single leather sandal, holding the lid securely on top of the box. She knelt to pick the box up but stopped to notice her sister and the condition of her bed.

A thin, barely visible string had been tied to her belly-button ring and fastened to the opposing end - no big surprise here - was a tiny man. The man, not given too much slack in the thread, currently rested on her belly, sinking ever so slightly into the soft, yielding flesh of her stomach. Unlike the slumbering giant, the man was very much awake, no doubt because he'd risk being smothered if he dowsed off.

Libby's snoring grew louder as she momentarily snorted and smacked her dry mouth open and then closed. The raspy, grating and terrifying sound from her giant, black hole of a mouth, would be one that the residents would remember for the rest of their lives.

Kara continued to look around, thinking briefly that she should release the man from his entrapment next to her sister's belly button. She thought better of it. If this is how she has her fun, power to her, Kara thought.

A dirty soiled (barely white) sweat sock had been hung from a bedpost. Kara motioned to Cindy, who continued to stare from the entrance to Libby's room; herself looking shocked and appalled, then lightly prodded the sock. She knew this game from before. Libby would sometimes shove those she disapproved of inside her soiled laundry on occasion. Immediately there was movement from inside the sock. Kara guessed that two people had spent the night trapped inside.

At the door, Cindy mouthed the words, "That's disgusting!", to which Kara smiled and whispered back, "Good thing one of us isn't that size, hey?"

Quietly she knelt and took the sandal from the top of the box.
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The eight remaining people who had spent the night in the shoebox gasped as the lid was removed. Most squinted as they'd been in darkness for over eight hours now.

The giant above them looked down from her squatting position, never for once realizing - or caring - that the entire lot of them could see her exposed, naked crotch (Cindy had slept in Kara's room for the night and neither of them had changed out of their nighties yet).

A loud snort from Libby caused Kara to stand. The men and women inside the box were knocked in every direction, despite her obvious attempts to be careful.

Where was she taking them?

A moment later, another giant face, as big as Kara's, beamed down from above, grinning with glee. It was Cindy. Cindy did her best to appear delighted at the sight of them, when in fact, her long-term goal was to rescue each and every one of them from this awful place.

A moment later they exited from Libby's room.
The loud snoring continued to come from Libby's cavernous, gaping, dry mouth. It was snoring like hers that led to people's comparisons of snoring to that of logs being sawed. That's what it sounded like: a hundred saws going at once, interrupted occasionally by the raspy sound of smacking lips and the occasional (far from feminine) snort.

Libby did wake up eventually, of course. It was quarter past nine in the morning. One by one, her giant legs swung over the side of the bed as she gathered her hair behind her neck with one hand and fit an elastic over it with the other. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned and then farted once. Not too loudly, but a fart nonetheless. All this before she took the time to look downward to check on the livelihood of the tiny man she had very carefully tied to her belly button ring. Leaning forward like she was, Libby had to suck in her stomach slightly to see her navel. Yup, the string was intact and so was the man it looked like.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked, standing, the string instantly stretching to its full length, causing the man to ricochet off the soft surface of her stomach. Libby strolled across her room, half-naked, her breasts now bouncing freely as she lumbered across the room, not walking with any particular care, as if it hadn't occurred to her that residents could be scrambling out of her way from her advancing toes.

Stop.

Wait a second, she thought, her eyes no longer blinking, but staring directly at a spot on the floor where she'd left the shoe box full of people.

It was gone. The box of little people was gone.

"Kara!!!"
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Nine people remained. Four men and three women. There were twelve to start off with. One was under contract with Suzette (see earlier chapter) and three were with Libby, one tied to her belly-button ring and the other two (which Libby had presently forgotten about) were left encased inside her giant, dirty sweat sock.

The nine remaining people, many of them sick with worry, did the only thing that they could, stare upwards, waiting for the next appearance of a giant.

Voices were heard from nearby, though it was difficult to distinguish which direction they originated from.

The majority of the inhabitants of the box gasped when a clawing sound was heard. A scant moment later, a flesh colored spider crept over the barrier, about to descend.

Many of them screamed before one man cried out, "It's her hand!"

Indeed it was. The fingers and knuckles crawled over the edge of the box, searching and grabbing at the first person it felt, dragging it clumsily over the rim of the box and out of sight.

A moment later, the talking from outside the box continued.
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The man pulled from the box dangled from Kara's hand. She, like her friend Cindy, lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. Both were in the basement of Kara's house. Like Libby, neither had changed, showered or brushed their teeth since waking up.

"Here. Put him in your hand and let him crawl around", Kara said, extending her arm towards her friend and releasing the man down into Cindy's fleshy palm.

Cindy sat up. a worried smile crept onto her face. She raised her hand slightly as the man dangled from her index finger.

"They're so delicate, hey?"

Kara remained lying on her back, her arms folded behind her head, propping up her face as she stared down the length of her own body. There, sitting contently between her breasts, was Heidi.

"Yes, they are, Kara replied, that's why you can't do anything sudden, you know? You might hurt them"

Kara lifted her tank top slightly, which seemed to indicate that Heidi should go underneath her shirt. Heidi stood and did just that. Kara lowered her face and once again stared up at the ceiling, her nipples becoming more pronounced and erecting from under her thin shirt as Heidi maneuvered around next to her naked flesh.

Kara inhaled deeply and then slowly exhaled. Cindy looked over at her and saw the small bulge on Kara's right breast, the sight of which seemed to make her uncomfortable, but she betrayed no sign of this.
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Libby, now wearing a t-shirt, stormed down the stairs, ready to yell once again, should she find her sister, Kara and the missing box of little people. Why did she want them exactly, she wondered to herself. Maybe it was just wanting them near, wanting to have the choice of whether to terrorize them at any given time.

Moments earlier, she had removed the two residents who were unlucky enough to spend the previous night in one of her sweat socks. Originally she had intended to let them go, but her new found frustration with the missing shoe box, made her decide to drop both of them into a tall, half-filled glass of water that rested on her night table. Both of the people - one man and one woman - stood snugly together in the chest deep water, wondering how long they would remain in this, their new found prison. The woman was crying.

In any case and for whatever reason, Libby elected not to check the sunken basement (which, as it happens, was exactly where Kara, the little people and her friend, Cindy, were at that given time).
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It was several hours later that Cindy made her departure from their house (Libby had long since left, electing to confront Kara about the shoe box later on).

Much like she'd done with Heath, the missing resident, Cindy had casually stuffed three more of the shrunken people into her pocket, feeling that she now had enough to go to the local authorities.
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Kara hadn't noticed, Cindy thought as she walked hurriedly away from the house. Both of her hands were clammy with sweat. Cindy never imagined that taking them from the house would be as stressful as it was.

As she walked, she could feel several of them squirming in her oversized, baggy jeans. It felt very strange, she thought to herself.

Hi, she might say to a stranger, how's the weather? Oh, it's good. Excuse me, I have to go now, I have three shrunken people in the pocket of my upper thigh!

This thought made her smile slightly as she walked. What would she do with them? Better question, what would she do now that Kara would no longer be her friend?

Questions, questions…

It was for the greater good she told herself. She owed it to society to inform the authorities of their whereabouts…their very existence! It wouldn't be easy, no. It would be darn near impossible to rat on her friend and her family, but…it was the right thing to do. She had to keep telling herself that.
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Libby pried the lid off of the box and lowered her gargantuan face towards it, her giant eyes scanning the contents and once again noting that there were now three fewer residents than before.

"Well, maybe you can explain where they went then, hmmm?"

Kara shifted back and forth, not wanting to venture the only realistic answer she could think of.

"I'll tell you where they went, said Libby, dropping the box absent mindedly onto the top of her bed where it bounced, sending two shrunken men flying over the rim and onto the mattress, your friend took them!"

"No. No she didn't. She wouldn't"

The sight of the two men scrambling to safety across her mattress didn't escape Libby for a second. She would punish both of them for trying to escape - but that had to wait for the time being.

"Who else then? Hmmm? Where would they go? Please tell me, I'm curious."

As Kara tried to answer, Libby sat down onto the bed hard, causing both of the fleeing men to loose their balance and fly into the air. Both of them landed and before either could entertain the idea of continuing to run, they were grabbed by fingers large enough to be tree trunks.

"It's her, it has to be her, Libby spat, casually stuffing the two men back into the box, she's going to expose mom!"

The reality was beginning to sink into Kara as she heard these words. No more little people…no more Heidi…no more…mom!

"Well, what should we do, then?"

Libby put the lid back onto the box then rested her hand on top of it, preventing any hope of escape.

"I'll tell you exactly what we're going to do…"

Suzette sat on the edge of her bed while her two daughters stood just inside her door, which had been closed for privacy's sake. Suzette did not look happy. Standing erect, on the floor and directly between her feet, was Thomas, the little man she'd instructed to search the house for Heath two days earlier. He did not dare move.

Suzette looked sternly at the girls and actually looked a little bit nervous at what they had told her.

"So you think your friend Cindy took them?"

Kara nodded.

Suzette then looked to Libby.

"And you agree?"

Libby nodded.

"You think she took Heath as well?"

Both girls nodded grimly.

Suzette stood from the bed, knowing that the tiny man would remain between her feet if he knew what was good for him. Suzette had never deliberately hurt any of the residents, but could feel herself getting angrier by the second. Accompanying her anger was the feeling of helplessness - that a young girl, not even old enough to drink, could, by virtue of what she possessed, hold Suzette's own future in her hands.

"Okay. We'll deal with the consequences of this later…consequences for you two that is…"

Libby and Kara both looked away.

"Please leave now. I have to think what to do".

The girls turned to leave.

"In the mean time, not a word to anyone, alright?"

Both girls agreed and left the room, leaving Suzette alone with tiny Thomas who, sweating profusely due to what he guessed were his last moments on earth, continued to stand erect between Suzette's mammoth, nyloned feet.

"Turn around, she said down to him, knowing that she didn't have to raise her voice to be heard by someone the size of an action figure, turn around and face me".

Thomas did, resisting the urge to collapse before her great toes and to throw himself at her mercy. He now stood almost flush with the largest toe of each foot.

"Now look up", her voice said from high above. Thomas craned his neck upwards, but it was difficult to see her face without her leaning forward slightly, which she eventually did.

Looking up at Suzette, Thomas didn't see a slightly attractive woman in her late thirties; he saw a huge, potentially lawless form, capable of snuffing him from existence with barely a thought.

Seeing the look on her face, Thomas knew he was going to be the object of her frustration, deserved or not (in this case not - he had combed every inch of the house and hadn't found anything).

Meanwhile, Suzette, not knowing that her daughter Libby had tried the exact same thing with one of the new residents, proceeded to explain to tiny Thomas that he was to act as bait for Cindy - bait that would ultimately allow Suzette a larger degree of control over the situation. Truth is, this was her only idea. Frankly, she had no other planned course of action.

The entire length of her speech, Thomas continued to look up at the mammoth Suzette, not daring to take his eyes off of her.

Suzette concluded, raising her head and then stepping forward, her left foot knocking Thomas out of its way as it rose and fell, taking her across the room in order to grab a hair brush for a nearby nightstand.

Suzette turned, completely unaware that her foot had connected with this spec of a man. She resisted smirking, but couldn't help it. Thomas lay on his back and appeared winded.

"I assume that everything I said makes sense, yes?"

Thomas strained to look up at her then nodded. What else could he do?
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It was sometime the next day when Alec (one of the longest standing residents) found himself treading water - literally. Swimming became instinctive from the moment his small body had penetrated the water surface, but at this point, since it was dark, he could barely tell up from down. He choked and spurted - mentally thankful that he had never skimped on swimming lessons in his younger days.

Thinking back, this wasn't all that odd. None of the tortures inflicted upon him were. Alec had become used to them to a certain degree, knowing that whenever Libby was annoyed, frustrated or merely bored, that she more than likely would take it out on him. Half of Alec hoped that with the arrival of other residents (not that he'd been allowed to meet any of them) that his degree of torment would lessen - but no luck. As he floated, treading water, he thought back to the other tortures and humiliations involving similar means: she'd "forgotten" him in the dish water once, only to be found almost an hour later, covered with grease and soap residue (this amused her at the time), he'd had various temperatures of water poured on him, both hot and quite cold and usually for no reason that he could detect, other than it made Libby laugh. The most revolting of these instances came when she would dowse him with liquid from her own mouth - her dangling face would follow him wherever he ran, allowing a seemingly bottomless reservoir of saliva tainted water to cascade down onto him. Libby had even dropped him into a glass she'd been drinking from, forcing his entire afternoon to be seen through the thick, scratched confines of her water glass.

Now he was swimming in the dark.

What next?
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Kara knocked on the bathroom door quietly. Both her and her sister had been treading lightly since their mom's speech earlier, each knowing the stress she must be under.

"C'mon in", Libby's voice called from inside.

Kara walked into the bathroom to find her sister sitting unabashedly on the toilet.

"Crazy, huh?"

Kara nodded and sat down on the edge of the tub, facing her sister.

"I've never seen mom this stressed"

Libby agreed and then noticed that tiny Heidi, who she hadn't seen in days, was clinging tightly to a long lock of Kara's almost shoulder length hair.

"How's she doing with all this?" Libby asked, gesturing to the tiny woman in Kara's hair.

Kara's eyes shifted, "She's fine. Both of us are fine"

Libby smiled, looking mischievous for a moment.

"Personally I think you're a little too attached to that little rag doll"

Kara bent her head and rolled her eyes to the side in order to see Heidi who continued to hang from her hair, bracing her feet within the braid.

"Yeah, well. You've got yours and I've got mine"

Libby, surprised at her sister's straightforward manner, raised her eyebrows.

"Suppose you're right"

Kara's hand took Heidi from her hair and lowered her gently onto her lap and then once again looked to Libby.

"Speaking of which, where's the object of your frustration?"

Kara asked this, not really wanting the answer. What Libby did with some of the people she happened upon, particularly Alec, was disturbing. Besides, Libby's laughter was contagious and sometimes Kara found herself giggling along with her at the temporary plight of the residents. It was true, the residents, given their ridiculously puny size, didn't command the respect you'd allow for a normal full-sized person. Kara found herself thinking on this occasionally, coming to the conclusion that size, for better or worse, DID in fact matter in this life. After all, you don't think twice about stepping on an ant, but whose to say that an ant has any less feeling or brain capacity than say a dog? Despite this, Kara would always counter the argument in her head. After all, Heidi was normal once too.

"Where is he you ask?" Libby repeated the question, grinning a grin that made Kara shudder. She knew something was up the moment Libby's eyes had twinkled like they did.

Libby stood up from the throne, naked from the waist down and looked over her shoulder, down into the toilet.

"He wanted to go swimming, so…well, I thought where better…?"

Kara stood and approached the barrel of the toilet slowly, not wanting to see Alec down there, half-hoping that even her sister wouldn't be so cruel.

"Don't worry, I only had to go number one"

Kara continue forward, her face wrinkling in disgust. There he was, trying to stay afloat in urine colored water.

Libby noted Kara's reaction and laughed, pulling up her underwear and then her pants, which fit nicely and flattered her pelvic area.

"Why…how could you do that?"

Libby fastened her belt.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, how…what if that was you? I mean-"

Libby laughed again, leaning and also peering down into the toilet and noting the intensity of the bright yellow water.

"Must have been the multivitamins"

"Are you just going to leave him down there?" Kara asked.

"For a while, yeah. Remember to leave the seat up, otherwise I'll forget. Wouldn't want to flush him, would we?"

Libby walked towards the door and then turned back to Kara, who stood frozen, still staring down at little Alec.

"Oh, and as far as why do I do things like that…?"

Kara looked at her sister.

"…Probably because I can"

Libby smiled and walked out into the hallway.
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A face of great size blinked its ample sized eyes in amazement, as if the face still couldn't get over how amazing it was to have a handful of people (literally) lined up on her floor, staring up at her.

The three residents stood precariously as the titanic face regarded them blankly from above. None of them dared move since Cindy's face seemed to betray no real emotion of any kind, at least none that they could interpret. She could just as easily walk away as she could have raised her foot and squashed each of them with one of her massive feet.

Cindy stepped forward, accentuating her height even more (if that were possible) and widened her stance just a bit, seemingly unaware that the residents at her feet could now see directly up her skirt. Her underwear were white and seemed to be pulled up quite tightly, betraying her otherwise conservative appearance. Cindy was smiling now, almost as if it had just now occurred to her the fun she could have with these people.

"You're all going to be set free", she said down to them.

The trio of people continued to stare upwards. They were exchanging remarks to one another, swearing, sweating, getting more nervous by the second, while far above, Cindy could hear none of this, just her own soft voice.

"…you may even be returned to your normal size, who knows?"

Looking down at them, so small and utterly helpless, Cindy had to resist the urge to suddenly fall to her knees and engage in a friendly game of chase with her shrunken new found friends, growling like a large animal, slowly stalking them, one by one.

But instead, she just stood there, trying to fathom how Libby could ever have thought of harming them. They were so precious. So fragile.

Cindy dropped to a squatting position and again, seemed unaware that her panty-covered crotch now hovered over the people, like a giant white billboard. Cindy shifted her foot, so that it was directly next to one of them, taking delight in noting that these people were just about exactly the same size as her big toe, a fact that she promptly pointed out to them, laughing as she did.

Cindy continued this way for the next hour or so, gently teasing them, without barely a sexual thought at first, mostly just a healthy dose of feminine curiosity.
Eventually though, she began to succumb to some unlady-like desires. She now sat on her bum, leaning backwards on both hands while her impossibly long legs stretched out before her.

Currently, both men and the lone woman stood on her bare knees, trying their best to stay perched on top without falling down between her legs. Cindy had played several games along the lines of this one, seemingly innocent, but with a mischievous goal in mind, one that would produce a curious reaction in herself.

The two men both stood on her bare kneecap, stumbling, arms outreached, trying hard not to be knocked over. The woman lie on Cindy's opposite knee, her face buried into Cindy's tough, dry and flaky kneecap. She lay facedown and was holding on for all she was worth.

"C'mon, you can stand. Try once more, please? I'll let you go to bed if you do"

The woman slowly released her grip and very gradually, stood up, trying very hard to keep herself balanced. Cindy stopped shifting so that they could all three stand.

She laughed. "Okay, now all three of you, walk up towards my waist"

The three residents looked to each other and then to the floor, which, despite being only inches from where they stood, seemed daunting and dangerous should they fall.

One by one, they began to walk towards her waist, their feet sinking slightly as their miniscule weight trod upon the now soft, bare skin of her giant fleshy legs.

"Further", she said as the reached her lower thigh.

"Further", she said again, one man stumbling and falling, but quickly getting up again.

Cindy began to laugh to herself. All three residents looked up for a moment to her face. A moment later, everything began to shake, they looked down to realize that what felt like an earthquake was merely Cindy jiggling her legs a bit. The three of them were rocked back and forth as the modest amounts of fat on her upper thighs shook slightly, threatening to knock them between her legs.

Cindy's laughter grew as one by one, they toppled downward, each landing inside the barrier of her thighs, the light growing dim as they fell beneath a portion of her hiked up skirt. There was silence as the trio stood to their feet and searched for the nearest way out. Turning towards her feet, Cindy's legs seemed to stretch out on either side of them like an imaginary vanishing point, each bare leg lengthening out for what seemed forever, her feet seeming a mile away.

Before any of them could start in that direction, they heard her voice say…

"Come touch it"

They turned to see Cindy's towering crotch which stood boldly before them, like a tall flesh enclosed statue that begged to be worshipped.

None of them moved.

"Go on. Touch it"

Cindy drew her feet together and sat to a cross-legged position, encircling them with her socked feet and cutting off their only means of escape. Her giant crotch was closer now, worse still, her statuesque face now loomed from above.

Cindy's smile was gone, but the intent still very much there.

"I can make you do it, but I'd be much happier if I didn't have to" she said blankly, looking down at the three of them who stood almost standing flush with her crotch. Cindy marveled at how their size paled to that of her own vagina. How puny they were. They couldn't escape. They couldn't hurt her. They couldn't do anything but what she commanded them to do.

For once, she was the boss.

Someone knocked on her door.

"Cindy?"

It was her mom.

Cindy's eyes shot open and she instantly stood and smoothed out her skirt, looking down to the trio and instantly feeling bad about what she did.

"Yes?"

"Someone just put a letter in the mailbox for you"

Cindy wondered who could have done that.

"Okay. Coming"

Cindy scooped the trio of residents into her hands, not looking them in the eye for fear of embarrassment, and then put them into the top drawer of her clothes cabinet.

She'd let her own urges get in the way of her ultimate goal of saving these people. That wouldn't happen again.
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Cindy found her mother in the kitchen and inquired about the letter, which her mom found strange, since it was nighttime.

"Do you know who it's from?" she asked.

Cindy looked at it, tore it open and then read silently to herself.

It was from Suzette.

She wanted a meeting with her.

Cindy paused and lowered the letter.

"Yeah. I know who it's from…"

Cindy walked down the sidewalk, clutching the note from Suzette in her hand. Cindy had read it several times, not disclosing the contents to her mom, who undoubtedly wouldn't be able to grasp the situation.

The note had been very direct and to its point - mentioning the meeting time, the place and most importantly, the topic up for discussion, mainly, "…the little people that you have taken from us and what we can do about it". The note went on, begging Cindy to not call the police, before Suzette could explain the situation to her properly and in person.

Despite a growing suspicion, Cindy decided to go to the meeting. It was in a crowded place where no harm could come to her, it was daytime, plus it was her best friend's mom!

Cindy's mind went over a thousand different things as she slowly made her way to the diner that Suzette had chosen, but chief among them, was how difficult it would be to turn in the mom of her best friend to the police.

Of course, Cindy herself was a hypocrite and she knew it. Part of that troubled her and if it hadn't of been for this last minute meeting, she'd have been unable to deal with her own guilt - the way she'd treated the residents she'd sworn to rescue (see earlier chapter), or worse, the fact that at this very moment, spurred with curiosity from her friend Kara's experience, Cindy now had a resident snugly imprisoned within her own bra.

The resident (a woman) was taken only moments before Cindy had departed the house, sort of a last minute decision. She'd taken the woman in her hand and explained what was going to happen to her and that if she made a noise during their meeting (though Cindy realized the likelihood of someone that size heard above the hustle of a busy diner was small) still, she'd forced a full grown woman (well, a woman anyway) against her will…she'd even threatened her - two things that Cindy would have never envisioned herself doing.

Still, Kara had been right, it did feel kind of neat to have a tiny person trapped within your bra, unable to do anything but wait for her release, which Cindy knew wouldn't occur until hours later.

It was hot out and Cindy could feel herself beginning to perspire as she walked. She wondered what that must be like for the woman trapped against her giant breast. Could she smell the sweat? Undoubtedly. Could she taste it?

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The meeting went far, far better than Cindy could have ever expected. She sat no more than five minutes before Suzette arrived, looking glum and very tired.

Suzette began first, talking at great length about how the people (residents as she referred to them) were criminals and in a weird roundabout way, she was doing them a favor by saving them from imprisonment. She went on, sounding fairly convincing for the most part, talking in a hushed voice and leaning toward Cindy over the table, looking her in the eye the entire time. She went on - saying that she'd never meant for any of them to be hurt in any way and that she was oh so sorry that several were missing. "I desperately want to know that they're okay, she said, will you tell me?"

Cindy's turn now. She rebutted Suzette's arguments and rationalizations in her soft voice, telling her that no matter what her reason for keeping the residents in her house, that she had no right to hold them against their will - criminals or not. She went on, sounding more and more convincing until, very slowly, Suzette showed signs of beginning to break.

It started gradually with her eyes darting away from Cindy's, as if she could no longer bear to deal with what she had done. At one point she even wiped away a tear and softly began to cry to herself. This made Cindy feel terrible of course, but she knew that however she phrased it, that this would be a difficult pill to swallow.

"You have to turn yourself in. If you do, they'll go lightly on you"

Hearing these words, Suzette began to sob louder, attracting the attention of several patrons of the diner. That's when Cindy got up and sat beside her, slowly putting her arm around her shoulder. Suzette leaned her head into Cindy's shoulder and wiped her nose.

Inwardly, Cindy was grinning from ear to ear. How terribly mature for someone my age to instruct an adult on the lessons of morality, she thought.

Slowly and with some reluctance, Cindy excused herself to the washroom where she pulled her tiny captive from her bra and carefully placed her within a small box held within her backpack.

Once she emerged, she pushed the box towards Suzette.

Suzette looked at her, instantly understanding that the gesture was one of great trust. Cindy was giving them back to her so that she could, of her own free will, return them to the authorities.

Fifteen minutes later, the two ladies left the diner.
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Meanwhile, back at the house, Kara stood in her bedroom, wondering about what sorts of things had recently transpired with her mother. It had been a tough day, waiting without answers. Where was her mom? Was she safe?

Why would Cindy have done this? Doesn't she realize that her mom could loose her job? Possibly even go to jail? Friendship was one thing, but the thought of losing her mom, even if it was only for a few years, took precedence over any friendship she could ever have had with Cindy.

Yesterday had been mostly uneventful, save for her discussion with Libby. That had ended rather messily with Alec, one of the residents, left in the toilet, as if Libby knew that Kara would be the only person to bother rescuing him. She was right, of course. Who else would? Libby would have been content to leave Alec there indefinitely, the events of her day made all the sweeter by the thought of a man treading water and clinging to soggy toilet paper while encircled by her own urine.

Kara had extended the plunger into the toilet in hopes that Alec would grab a hold in order that she pull him out. He did. Kara washed him off in the sink but then took the uncharacteristic step of putting him back in Libby's bedroom, which, for the moment at least, was empty. Alec had begged not to be left in there, but Kara couldn't (or chose not to) hear his cries. Besides, Kara had her own worries to contend with, not the least of which was Heidi - her very own shrunken companion.

The two had become close over the last week, closer than she'd ever expected. Also surprising her was that the novelty of possessing her own shrunken woman didn't seem to be wearing off. She enjoyed taking care of Heidi and Heidi herself (quite literally in some cases) worshipped the ground Kara walked on.

Kara had recently been taking Heidi everywhere with her - including school, which was occasionally provided some problems. It meant Kara taking a low profile and sometimes avoiding people all together. Heidi typically rode in her bra, but that was contingent on Kara wearing bulky, loose fitting clothing, which because of the heat outside, wasn't always that practical. Accordingly, Heidi had been carried in a variety of places: the large pocket of her khaki's and occasionally taped to her leg, just above the ankle with Velcro fasteners (but in the end, the constant movement proved to be too nauseating for Heidi). The best result seemed to be to wear loose fitting pants and to strap her within the waistband of her underwear. This too had its problems, not the least of which were the distractions caused every time Heidi would reposition herself. In these instances, Kara would dig a finger briefly down the front of her pants in order to scratch herself, otherwise the itch, created by Heidi's movement often became unbearable.

All in all, Heidi was safest at home. It had been days since Heidi's identity as an actual 'regular person' had ceased to exist. Heidi knew this. She had felt it disappear days ago when she compared her old life with her new one. Her driving, working, eating, exercising and other regular engagements, those typical of any other person her age, were now replaced by eating when she could (and whatever was given to her), sleeping when she could (and wherever she was placed) and by far the most radical new habit of all - fighting to stay visible at all times, since failing to do so meant certain, albeit accidental, death. There had been a number of occasions where Heidi, completely by accident, had barely escaped being smothered or by being crushed by a sudden, spontaneous move from her gigantic, temporarily oblivious captor. Heidi knew that Kara was careful around her (far more than her sister was with her own residents) but just the same, 'staying visible' and in Kara's line of sight was a full-time job that could not be overlooked.

This giant girl named Kara who had taken a shine to Heidi, was her only protection. Accordingly, she did and would continue to do anything it took to please Kara and would stop at nothing, no matter how demeaning it may have seemed weeks earlier.

This included helping Kara with her own detailed grooming services; a thought that initially embarrassed Kara, but due to Heidi's insistence became almost a daily occurrence. Heidi would paint and tend to her Kara's nails (both finger and toenails), painting fabulously detailed designs that none of her Kara's friends would accept as genuine. "They're glue-ons", they would say, when in fact it was the work of a four-inch tall woman who at the moment, just happened to riding in Kara's bra (she so wanted to tell people this, but of course couldn't). Other tasks included Heidi massaging Kara's temples (one at a time, naturally), a task that Kara found surprisingly relaxing considering the size of her masseuse. Heidi even massaged Kara's feet once at her own insistence after Kara had returned from a long day on campus. Kara didn't want Heidi to go through with it initially (she had walked home from campus and suspected her feet would smell rather intense). But there was Heidi, the trooper, one who was completely devoted to Kara's every waking need.

True, Heidi had fumbled with Kara's soiled socks at first, needing help to peel them off, but once her toes were bare, Heidi went to work, first picking off bits of sock fluff from her salty soles, followed by her version exuberant version of a massage. Kara would lay back onto her bed, feeling the cool breeze float through her window, as Heidi, a woman much smaller than even one of Kara's own feet, eagerly stroked her smooth soles and rubbed between her pungent, still sweaty toes.

This proved to be so relaxing, that Kara would often asleep. When she woke, just under an hour later, Heidi would typically be sleeping peacefully on Kara's stomach. On this occasion, Kara's hand slowly drifted downward and very gently moved Heidi down her stomach, while her other hand unbuttoned her jeans. Heidi understood her job here as this routine had happened several times now (and it wasn't as difficult as you would imagine it to be). Once inserted into her jeans, all she had to do was keep moving. Her arms, her legs, her face - it didn't matter, any movement in that region quickly produced a pleasurable response from above. Within three minutes, Kara would have an intense orgasm, shortly thereafter reaching down into the opening of her jeans and gently pulling Heidi who at this point, was typically deeply entangled in Kara's pubic hair.

Once this was done, Kara, very relaxed, fell asleep a second time. _______________________________________________________

Across the house a similar, but far less gentle scene was about to take place. Libby had just emerged from the bath and like her sister, was in a relaxed state. So much so, that her initial plans to have fun with a handful of the residents gave way to her sliding down onto the couch in her bathrobe, leaving the five men and women precariously placed on her chest.

The three men and two women saw Libby's eyes close and quickly noted the rhythmic breathing often associated with the onset of sleep. As a group they saw this as their greatest opportunity for escape, but what they didn't know was that Libby wasn't fully out of the picture just yet.

No sooner did they move to her sides, preparing to jump first to the couch and then to the floor below (a feat in itself!), than Libby's giant hand descended upon them, scooping up four of them on her first grab and the fifth of them on her second. Libby did this without opening her eyes, as she was determined to relax without having to put herself out in the least. Holding the five people between her two hands, she again put them down onto her stomach rather suddenly - the men and women were clumped together, lying on top of each other, awkwardly.

In that space of time Libby's hand reached past them and undid her bathrobe, opening it to reveal her taut belly and the upper rim of her white underwear, which seemed to be the only article of clothing she had on. Once this was done, both hands reappeared about the five people; her fingers now open in a claw-like position. Her hands descended and grabbed the bulk of them, stuffing all five into her left hand, which was awkward for the moment, but she wouldn't have to hold onto them for very long.

Once all of them were snug, her right hand reaches and lifts up the elastic waistband of her underwear. At this point, those who could see what was going on from their awkward encasement, began to yell and scream. Libby's eyes remained closed, but her mouth formed a smile above them, her head twisting to a more comfortable position on the pillow beneath her neck.

The people screamed louder now as the hand containing them began to move towards her now open underwear, which was pulled open to its largest capacity, so that all five could conceivably fit at once.

They did.

And when they did, Libby's eyes shot open.

She inhaled, sucking in her breath suddenly, not at all prepared for this new sensation. Her right hand promptly let the elastic band shut, effectively cutting off any chance of escape from her panties. Arms twisted, legs kicked and teeth even bit at her thick, smooth flesh - all of it intensifying the experience for Libby, whose eyes were now affixed to the ceiling. As the people squirmed within her underwear, Libby fought back the urge to have an orgasm more than three times, wanting to savor whatever she could, hoping that if she waited, that her pleasure what intensify proportionately. She took a quick moment and cast her eyes downward. What she saw and heard made her feel even greater still.

They were trying to escape.

Arms and legs, even one their heads protruded from under her snug panty line, poking out from different areas, some towards her face, others, like the man's head, protruding in the direction of her butt cheeks. The sight of their flailing bodies and the protruding fabric of her underwear almost pushed her over the edge…

…and that's when she heard the noises…

It had gone unnoticed at first, since her own heavy breathing was louder than most sounds that the residents were capable of producing, but if she held her breath for a moment and quieted herself - she could her their distant disgruntled moans and terrified cries. Quickly, both Libby's hands shot downward and tore open the remainder of her housecoat, so that both flaps hung open, exposing the remainder of her stomach and her bare breasts. Next she pushed her pelvis up into the air with her legs and began to thrust her waist into the air. This to dislodge several of the people from their snug entrapment, with the hopes that they should slide into different areas of her nether region. Two of them did and Libby could feel this immediately as they slid away from her vagina and moved towards her ass, still kicking and still punching, completely unaware that their every attempt to cause injury, was not only futile, but was also producing the exact opposite intent.

This is when Libby could no longer take it any more. She climaxed and actually yelled out loud in pleasure, before, almost a full two minutes later, realizing that she had never done that before in her life.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her eyes remained glued to the ceiling, still wide open and glassy now as tears formed from the aftermath of her orgasm. One tear rolled down her cheek.

Down below, many of them had simmered down, as if they had realized they weren't going to be let out until she was darn well ready. She laughed quietly then lowered her chin to her chest, looking downward.

They would all need a serious washing.
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It was early evening and Suzette was driving home. She too had teared up, but for a reason very different than that of her daughter, Libby.

The talk with Cindy had been an eye opening experience - on many levels. She never would have thought it, but that little girl - that friend of her daughter's - had forced her to look at things differently. Things WOULD change. She would see to that.

The car came to a stop and Suzette tried to compose herself before confronting her two girls with her change of plans.

After she got out of the car, she knelt to drop the two bags she was carrying in order to fetch her keys from her pocket. When she stood again, only one bag went inside with her. ____________________________________________________

Kara and Libby bounded down the stairs at the sound of their mother's return. As per usual, their father was out, making this yet another momentous occasion that he would miss out on.

Suzette's expression, though weary, was mostly blank, betraying no specific emotion whatsoever. She set down her bag, hung her coat and then calmly walked into the kitchen.

"Well, that's over with", she said, both girls staring at her, expecting more information.

"What happened?", Kara shouted with enthusiastic curiosity.

Suzette leaned forward not speaking at first.

"You were right about Cindy, she said, she was planning on taking all of them"

Libby moved forward, "But did she tell the police?"

Suzette hesitated.

Then nodded.

"I expected them here by now, actually. Not the police per-se, but some degree of authority", she said, sounding very calm.

Both girls were immediately affected by the suddenness of the news, as if they never really expected it to happen.

"Neither one of you can confess to anything"

The girls failed to hear here. They were both in a state of shock, half expecting their mother to be pulling their leg.

"Do you hear me?, she was almost yelling now, they'll blame me. Let's draw the line right there! It can go no further"

With that, almost like in a movie, a knock was heard at the front door.

Libby and Kara's head spun to the sound.

"Mom, you can't leave!", Libby said. "I'll kill Cindy for this!"

Suzette stood and calmly walked to the door. Kara tried stopping her, but wasn't able.

And that's how it went down. The faces waiting behind the door were exactly the type that Kara and Libby had envisioned - cold and blank. Faces with no emotion who, barely saying anything, took Suzette outside and placed her in the car. A heated discussion took place within the car, one that neither of the two girls could hear from inside. Their mom was obviously being questioned, but that was all they could tell. A lone man stood in their doorway, preventing them from running outside and intervening.

Then, after a few more minutes and very unexpectedly, the three men led Suzette back into the house. Suzette didn't look at either of the girls, but promptly went up the stairs towards the bedrooms. All three men followed her in close succession. The girls were not allowed to follow. Sounds could be heard as Suzette led them through her room, Libby's room and then Kara's room.

Another minute passed before they descended the stairs, one man first, then Suzette, then the other two men. One of them carried a special looking container, not unlike a carry-on suitcase provided for a small dog or a cat - air holes, the whole bit.

She had led them to all the residents. They were taking them with them. Both Libby and Kara lunged forward, but were held back by one of the taller, much stronger men. Kara could see inside the box as they passed her. Details were scarce, but she could tell by the approximate numbers, that they had ALL of the residents.

Suzette's eyes glanced at both of her daughters as she was again led outside.

"I'm sorry, she said to them, they're gone now. All of them"

A moment later, she was again led to the car.

All four men entered and the car drove away.
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Both girls and even their father (once he returned and learned what happened) quickly grew to understand that they weren't dealing with ordinary police and that this group had some sort of authority that the police couldn't come close to touching.

Early the next morning he set out to find out exactly what was going on. He would go to her job if he had to. Someone must know something! But they beat him to it.

As he walked to the car, two men awaited him. They urged him back inside and together with the two girls, both of whom looked sick with worry about their mother, proceeded to explain exactly what was happening. Suzette would return - within a few days in fact. She would not be charged, but would be sworn to secrecy, as would they all. This secrecy, if broken, would result in very stiff criminal charges that "none of them would be able to stand against".

This suited all three of them quite well. They were just happy that their mom was returning, albeit without her job, a detail that didn't seem to matter too much in the scheme of things. _______________________________________________________

In the end, the police delivered the remaining residents back to the prison authority. So much protocol, everyone who knew of what was actually inside the container thought - and for what? A dozen or so shrunken convicts? Was it even worth it, now that they were back in the hands of their rightful captors? This skepticism turned out to be well founded as it turned out. Unbeknownst to most, the remaining residents, although promised freedom upon their release from their house of entrapment, were promptly destroyed.

They even saw it coming.

Safer that way, the prison authority told themselves. Word of this whole adventure could not and would not be allowed to enter the public eye.

Not yet, anyway.
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Suzette returned even earlier than promised, much to the surprise of the entire family. Though she seemed strangely silent and considerably shaken from her solo encounter with her kidnappers, she soon picked up her spirits.

Once alone with the girls, she motioned to Libby.

"Did you open the box?"

Libby shook her head, not quite understanding the question.

"Box?"

Suzette stared at her, failing to comprehend.

"You didn't open it?"

"What box, Kara asked, I never heard of it either!"

Suzette stood up from the bed and wobbled a bit, like she was going to faint.

"Mom. What box?", Libby asked again.
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Suzette stepped outside the front door, looked around to see if anyone was coming then knelt and rummaged behind the hedge with her left hand, soon producing a small, tightly wrapped box, complete with air holes. It had been 'casually' dropped there the night before, in hopes that one of her daughters would stumble upon it. Obviously they hadn't.

Without saying anything, she walked back into the house and then upstairs, almost directly past her husband, who, trying to help, was cleaning the kitchen.

"I'll be right down, dear", she said to him.

The three of them once again entered her room.

"Mom, Libby said, looking very, very concerned, what's in the box?"

Suzette looked at her daughters, wanting to smile, but lacking the energy.

"Hope it wasn't too cold out last night", she said and then patted the bed, urging both girls to sit next to her. The box was set onto Libby's lap. Lacking her usual effervescent expression, Libby looked to her mom.

"Is this going to get you into trouble? Mom? Because if it is…"

"Just open it, Suzette said, I think you'll like what's inside. It won't cause us any more trouble. Ever."

Libby gingerly opened the package and bent her head down to inspect the contents.

Her eyes opened wide.

Then wider still.

Her fingers dropped down into the box and a moment later, a small body was produced.

It was Cindy.

Neither of the girls could say anything for the longest moment.

"Okay, Suzette began, laughing, remember all those speeches I gave you about not mentioning anything? Well this time I'm serious" Both Kara and Libby burst into laughter at the same time. Libby actually teared up a bit, and then Kara did too. Suzette started to laugh too.

"You should have seen it. I convinced her that I was going to change my ways. The whole bit! I even pretended to cry! You two would have been so proud"

The laughter returned amongst the three girls, but now it was directed at tiny Cindy, who continued to be held between Libby's thick, inescapable fingers. Cindy could do nothing but watch.

The girls hugged their mom, but concern remained on her face. She looked to Kara.

"I'm sorry they're all gone except for her. I know you were kind of attached to one of them, weren't you?"

Kara smiled a small smile, thinking fondly of tiny Heidi.

"That's okay. I'll survive".
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It was back to business as usual in the household. Dad was oblivious to everything. Mom, after a week of resting and reflecting on a new career path, began the job hunt and Libby…well… ______________________________________________________

"Back already?"

"Already? I was gone almost forty-five minutes! That's a good workout"

Libby passed Kara in the hallway, still breathing very heavily from her jog around the neighborhood.

"How'd she make out?", Kara asked her sweaty sister.

"Cindy?"

"Yeah. Who else did you think I was talking about?"

Libby lifted the bottom of her shirt as she walked into the washroom, exposing her stomach. There, tied to one end of her navel ring, was Cindy. She was doubled over and didn't look too good.

"She's fine, Libby said, but I need to untie her. Help me?"

Kara knelt and carefully untied Cindy from Libby's navel ring. Cindy, barely able to speak, managed to spurt out a few word in Kara's direction. The words sounded like "Please" and "I'll do anything", etc. To which Kara looked to her sister and said, "I think she threw up, you know?"

"Really?, Libby said, her stomach still expanding at a frequent rate as she continued to catch her breath, how gross!"

Kara finished untying her and then put her softly into Libby's open palm.

With barely a mention, (suggesting that this was by no means the first time Libby had done this), she proceeded over to the toilet and with barely any ceremony, bent over and dropped Cindy down into the water.

'Mom starts her new job tomorrow, Libby said, pulling down her sweat pants, I'm excited for her".

"Me too, said Kara, watching casually as Libby softly sat her bum down onto the toilet seat, I can't believe it only took her three weeks to find something so good"

"Me either"

The sound of tinkling arouse from beneath Libby's seat. There was a pause, where Libby looked to be concentrating. Then a semi-loud fart erupted down into the toilet. Then another.

Once finished, she stood then looked behind her and down at Cindy. She smiled a small smile down in her direction.

As Libby had said to Cindy several times that past week, "She's lucky I don't have to go number two"

Kara nodded, also smiling, "She is lucky. She doesn't know how lucky."

Libby laughed. "Care to have a go?"

Kara turned away.

"No. I couldn't"

"Really? Not even after what she did? Almost ruining our family? Ruining mom? Almost taking her away from us?"

Kara thought for a moment.

"C'mon! She'd loves it, I tell you! She loves being in the toilet."

Kara started to laugh and before she knew it, was strolling over to the toilet and unbuttoning her pants. She looked down at Cindy, who sputtered far below, trying to stay afloat on a soggy wad of toilet paper.

Kara smiled down at her.

"How's the water down there?", she said, pulling down her pants and then slowly and with great showmanship, sat her bum down on the toilet seat. She grinned at her sister.

A moment later, she peed down on Heidi, enjoying the sound it made, imagining the look of horror that must be on tiny Cindy's face. This was a just desert, she thought. How terribly appropriate.

Libby moved to sit on the edge of the tub - the two had spent allot of time in the washroom together of late, talking and what not. Libby continued to stare at the toilet, wishing she could see tiny Cindy through the porcelain - wanting to see her pathetic struggles as she was peed upon.

"Remember, it could always be WORSE, Libby laughed loudly, making sure Cindy would hear, she could always have to go number two!"

Kara looked at her sister, almost surprised at a new urge that had just struck her.

"Guess what? I think it just got WORSE…"

Libby laughed loudly as Kara's face began to concentrate. She too began to laugh at how Cindy's life was about to get that much more miserable than before.

Six seconds later it did.

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It was evening now and Kara entered her room, drawing the blinds all the way and then turning on the radio quietly. She shed her clothes getting ready for bed and soon was down to just her underwear and nothing else.

Reaching far under her bed, she pulled out a section of the toy house that her and Libby had used way back.

There, sitting on a plastic, miniaturized picnic table, was Heidi.

Kara smiled at her, lovingly.

"Time for bed", she said to her.

Heidi nodded.

The End