A roaring noise filled my ears and I was pulled back into the waking world.

I shivered as cold air washed over my body and I instantly knew that the roaring in my ears was just the air conditioning kicking on again. With a light push, I peeled myself off of the wooden surface I had been napping on and into a sitting position.

The sun had fallen below the towering buildings across the street, plunging the vast apartment into darkness. I whimpered unconsciously as my body continued to shiver from the sudden cold, and I slowly came to stand on my feet. All I could do for several long moments was search for a ray of sunshine peeking between the skyscrapers before the cold forced me to take more drastic measures.

My feet slapped against the wood as I walked over to my 'blanket', a small dirtied sweat sock that had been left for me by Megan. When I came within a few paces, its smell hit me like a punch in the gut and for a fleeting second I wondered if the warmth was worth curling up inside of it.

I was briefly amazed that after over a year of being her tiny pet, I could still muster that passing resistance. That question of whether or not giving her another inch was really worth it. Then I realized that my teeth were chattering and dove head first into the sock.

Stale foot sweat filled my nostrils, and the sweet funky flavor of her feet coated my tongue. I buried my head against the vague imprint left by her toes while I wrapped myself up in beaten up cotton.

I laid like that for a long time, drinking in the disgusting yet undeniably attractive scent of Megan. Even though after she had graduated college she had finally allowed me to spend time outside of her shoes while she was away, her presence still loomed over me constantly.

Every piece of colossal furniture in her Arlington apartment towered over me as I marched across the seemingly endless hardwood floors, seemed to evoke her tall athletic frame. When I did manage to make my way up onto her tables and chairs, I was still unable to escape her lingering scent. The couch reeked of her and her sheets constantly smelled of her enormous womanhood, which swallowed me whole at least once a day.

Her overpowering presence was far worse than her smell or the cavernous size of her modest apartment. She was so much larger than me that even a carelessly forgotten bra or blouse tossed onto the coffee table or floor meant that I was never far from her presence. At only a few inches tall even small objects like the sock I was wrapped up in made me painfully aware of how small I was.

It was only after my face became wet from my own warm breath that I wiggled around within the sock and poked my head out of its mouth. Instead of looking at the skyscrapers through the window, which only served to remind me of the gigantic redhead that ruled my life, I gazed out across her apartment.

The whole place was dark except for the light she kept on in her closet. The light that always served as an ever present reminder that I was her slave, and my job was to do her bidding. Most days, she kept me at a few inches tall and forced me to keep her shoes as close to mint condition as possible.

Once a week though, I got to be big.

Or well, bigger. To her I was still no bigger than a cat or small dog.

But ten inches felt like a mile when you were normally less than half of that. Those days my job was to straighten up around the apartment and do her laundry. Oh how I looked forward to those days every week. Pulling the sock closer around me, I couldn't help but smile as I realized tomorrow would be this week's big day. It'd be spent immersed in her scent but when all that work was done, I'd get to pull myself up onto her couch and actually have enough strength to turn on the television.

I knew that if I was ever caught, I would spend the entirety of the following day riding shotgun with her toes but dear god those moments of freedom were all I could ever think about. That brief twenty minute spurt between finishing the big day's chores and her coming home.

“Tomorrow,” I reminded myself, my voice weak and raspy in my own ears.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how different the gigantic home would look at the immense height of ten inches but my thoughts were broken by the sound of the front door swinging open.

“I'm home!”

Megan's voice was sickly sweet as it cut through the roar of the air conditioner with ease. The two words were followed by the mighty crash of the door slamming shut and the powerful tremors of her footfalls. With each step the tremors grow stronger, and I shut my eyes as tight as I could.

Maybe, just maybe, she would leave me alone if I looked like I was asleep.

Her enormous finger slammed into my skull and forced it down against the freezing wood of the table I was on. “Wakey wakey, little boy. Your triumphant giantess has returned.”

My whole body was shaking in fear as I opened my eyes. Directly ahead of me was a huge field of dark purple that I recognized as the shirt she wore for her after work soccer league. I swallowed as I lifted my head to meet her gaze.

Her gigantic green eyes narrowed down at me and her bright pink lips broke into a smile. Megan's curly red locks were pulled back in a tight ponytail and I could see that her face was still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I fought the urge to crawl back into her sock as her huge sweaty face almost fell down on top of me.

“Did you miss me?”

Her warm breath reeked of beer and whiskey, and the combined scent was almost strong enough to get me buzzed.

“I missed you.”

She cooed the words before puckering her lips.

“Give me a kiss.”

I knew when she was tipsy there was no way to avoid her amorous delusions, so I clawed my way out of her sock and walked up to her shining pink lips. Trying not to think about how easily she could swallow me, I stood on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips against hers.

Megan giggled and then engulfed me in a kiss so powerful that I was almost sucked into her mouth. I landed back on the table with a wet plop and her enormous fingers curled around me, picking me up. The entire apartment blurred and each step sent a shudder through her body that she didn't notice.

“We kicked some ass tonight,” she began to prattle on about her game, which I learned was the final match of the season. While she spoke, she poured herself a tall glass of water and then flopped down onto her couch.

When she landed on the cushions, I was battered against her fingers and saw stars.

Before I could recover though, I was pressed into her sweat soaked shirt and forced to breathe in her fresh scent. I wiggled underneath her fingers, which only elicited another giggle from the giant woman beneath me. “Someone's a little feisty today, aren't they? Were you having a little fun in my sock?” Her fingers stroked my tiny body in a loving petting motion, “It's ok, I know all about boys and socks.”

The comforting strokes only lasted a second before her fingers dug into my sides and she lifted me off of her chest. I was unceremoniously dropped onto her sharp shin, and I was only just able to catch myself before I could fall down between her calves. Looking up and down her milky legs, I could see several bruises and one nasty looking scrape.

“It was a rough game,” she explained, “Don't worry though, your big bad owner can take those kind of hits.” Megan laughed, as she always did when she described herself as big or bad. No matter how long she owned me, or how small she made me, Megan never considered herself to be the all powerful being that she clearly was.

Which in some ways made her more frightening than the woman she had gotten me from.

“First things first.”

Her whole leg shuddered, and I turned to see that she was twisting her foot to get my attention.

She was wearing the same old black adidas that she always wore when she played soccer, or was feeling particularly casual. As she twisted her foot, I caught sight of the faded golden letters that read 'samba' after the third white stripe. Knowing what she wanted me to do, I crawled down her leg while offering the expected kiss to her bruises.

When I reached the enormous shoe, I clambered onto her ankle and dug into the knot. It took several long seconds and a few enthusiastic pulls, but I finally managed to undo her laces. She flexed her gigantic foot inside of the sneaker, which sent me tumbling down onto the couch next to her heel. I spent a moment staring up at her tall well worn shoes before I climbed on top of the other one and repeated the process.

With her shoes untied, she kicked them off to the floor below and I was hit with the full power of her stench. Her feet were particularly pungent after games, and I could see a ring of sweat staining the mouth of her socks as well as the toes and heel. She wiggled her toes and I watched the cotton stretch in response while she let out a low 'mhm' that rumbled deep in her chest.

The ground beneath me shifted as she stretched and twisted on the couch. She flipped on the television and fiddled with something on her coffee table before rolling over onto her side. I bounced against her shins and landed on the cushions, where I was instantly sent rolling down against her body. My face smacked against her shin, and my mouth was filled with her taste.

By the time I recovered, a cotton ball the size of my torso was being passed down to me by her god like fingers. The ball was damp and smelled strongly of chemicals.

“Be careful, little man, or else.” She stamped her foot against the armrest to ensure I understood what she meant.

Delicately taking the ball, I carefully picked my way over to her scrape while holding it out at arm's length. I had no doubt the strong disinfectant would hurt me far more than the light stinging she would feel. Finally, I stood before the scrape, and dabbed at it with a grimace.

Her leg tensed and flinched for a moment. Far away, I heard a sharp intake of breath, but it passed. With a few more swipes, she didn't seem bothered by it anymore. After a few minutes of working at the scrape, she passed a bandage down to me. It took me a few minutes to work the adhesive strip, but when I was finished, the scrape was covered with a 'skin tone' bandage that was three shades too dark for Megan's skin.

The volume of the television suddenly dropped out and I looked up to see Megan tilting her head down toward me. She had undone her pony tail, and her curly red hair hung limply around her face. “I bet you're excited for tomorrow, huh?”

Megan shifted her leg above me, and gently batted me with her sweaty sock.

I fought the urge to cough as her sweat went down my throat. Instead, I swallowed and called out, “Yes, of course!” For once, I wasn't just playing along with her strange games. I was always excited to be taller, even if it was just for a few hours.

She giggled.

“I think I'm going to keep you under my toes for the drive,” she brushed her right foot against me again and I suddenly froze. “I want to feel you squirm every time I accelerate.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, and all I could do was hope she kept talking.

“It'll be so nice to see everyone again. I mean, I haven't seen some of them in years. Oh and you'll get to see Stacey again, I know you miss her.” She knocked me to the ground with her enormous foot, and her laughter filled the apartment.

The laughter died down, and the television was turned back up.

“Yeah, Homecoming's going to be a blast.”

Loren couldn't take her eyes off the discarded coffee cup in front of her.

After so long, it was terrifying to realize how small she actually was in comparison to the rest of the world. Sure, when she trekked across her “master's” single dorm room and it took almost an hour, she was reminded of how tiny she was but it didn't have the same effect as the overpriced white coffee cup. Loren could easily imagine holding it in her own hand. It was a small cup, the kind that could be engulfed by even the shortest girl's hand, and Loren hadn't been very short.

It was only a year ago that she had stood a half foot taller than the girl whose name was scrawled across the forgotten paper cup.

Stacey.

Each of the letters was big and swirling, definitely written by a feminine hand. As Loren rubbed the Greek letters that were branded across her stomach, she wondered if the barista who wrote her name knew that Stacey would step on her as soon as look at her. One quick stomp and the girl would be nothing but a stain on the blonde girl's sole.

Loren knew that the girl had no clue. To her Stacey was a girl who wore cardigans and pearls. She was cute, bubbly, and always ordered in a nice polite tone with a friendly smile. Then unbeknownst to the barista, Stacey would squeeze Loren with her toes, a harsh reminder that her job was to keep them free of sweat on the hot days she decided to wear cowboy boots. The blonde giant wouldn't think of getting another human insole if she thought she could get away with it.

It wasn't really the coffee cup that had caught Loren's attention though, it was what was inside of it. A thin puddle of brown liquid had pooled toward the bottom, a miniscule amount not worth giving a second thought to for her master, but to Loren it was the first coffee she might get to taste in months. She knew she shouldn't. God, she knew how pathetic she was for even thinking it but the allure of it was impossible to resist.

To taste something that wasn't coated in Stacey's saliva or sweat was a luxury she was almost never afforded. When she did get something that wasn't tainted by Stacey, it was often from her friend Jennifer, an equally cruel and impossibly enormous Gamma Phi. The thought of lapping up the cold and most likely disgusting coffee was enough to make Loren's mouth water.

She had no choice, this was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up.

Getting down on her hands and knees, because even though she was small the cup was too narrow for her to stand where the coffee had pooled, Loren crawled army style toward the sad little puddle. Leaning over it, the smell of stale coffee, sour milk, and chocolate wafted up to her nose. It was far from appetizing but in comparison to a sweat soaked foot, it was heaven. Delicately, she extended her tongue and dragged it across the pool, amazed by the fact that it didn't scrape the paper beneath.

The trace amounts of milk remaining had definitely turned but cold or not, coffee was still coffee. The hint of chocolate helped to wipe away everything else, ensuring that at least when she swallowed what remained of the overpriced concoction, it didn't actually leave a bad taste in her mouth. She leaned down and slurped up more, licking the puddle and practically burying her face into it because of the unbridled delight it filled her with.

Then the whole world shook.

The door opened and shut with astounding force, and Stacey's foot falls made Loren's tiny coffee cup roll ever so gently back and forth. It was only seconds before the girl's feet came into view, the toes that Loren had spent hours pedicuring rested on the thick foam of Stacey's Gamma Phi flip flops. Despite the fact that she had recently worked on them, she could see chips in the girl's polish and an unevenness in the length of her nails. It was slight, but at her size, Loren couldn't help but notice.

Stacey landed in her desk chair with a soft thump, and stretched out her short legs in front of her. Loren's eyes were locked on the underside of the thick foam flip flops, unable to not see the stains of countless bugs that Stacey had trodden upon while she was out that morning. A loud slurping told her that the girl had returned with another coffee that would no doubt dwarf her shrunken slave.

The blonde giant's voice rumbled across the room like a peal of thunder, “Where is my greeting?”

Her tone was more than annoyed. Stacey expected Loren to fawn over her and jump to whatever task her master could think of the moment she walked into the room. Failing to serve Stacey was something Loren knew all too well had terrible consequences.

She scrambled out of the coffee cup, and tried to get away from it as quickly as possible to make it appear as if she had only just arrived at her master's feet.

Stacey's gigantic baby blues had locked on to her the moment she stepped out of the desk's shadow though. The girl's face puckered in annoyance, rendering her normally cute cherubic features almost frightening. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, which left the full power of her gaze to pin Loren to the ground.

Loren was frozen in place because she was all too aware of how much power the girl above her wielded. A girl in running shorts and a tee shirt advertising one of the dozens of events her sorority sponsored every year, could end Loren's life with a quick flick of her foot. Of course, that would be far too easy for Stacey and Stacey did not believe in easy.

“What were you doing under there?”

It was more accusation than question, and Loren's ears rang painfully as Stacey pushed back away from her desk to look underneath it. Her nose wrinkled when she spotted the forgotten coffee cup and with one swipe of her foot she sent it rolling out into the light of day. Her flip flop smashed down onto it, crumpling the cup flat without any hesitation.

As she ground the ball of her foot into the paper cup, her eyes looked back toward Loren and a smile crept across her face. Loren didn't even know what the girl was planning, but she could already feel herself shaking her head and backing away.

“I had no idea you were a coffee drinker...”

Stacey leaned down slowly, knowing full well that Loren had nowhere to go. Worse, Loren knew that any attempt to really get away from Stacey would result in an even worse punishment than whatever the giant blonde had already planned. She snatched the shrunken woman up roughly and snickered as she lifted her all the way up to her face.

With a flick of her thumb, Stacey popped the lid from her cup and dangled the small girl over it. Leaning in close, the giant woman took an overly dramatic whiff of the coffee before narrowing her eyes at Loren. “Smells good, doesn't it?”

“M-M-Ma-Master, please,” she begged and squirmed though she knew it wouldn't do any good.

Stacey didn't say anything, she simply released her hold on Loren and let her fall with a loud splash into the drink.

Loren's whole body felt like it was on fire as she plunged into the thick brown beverage, and fell beneath a foamy wave of stinging milk. She opened her mouth and had to swallow reflexively to avoid drowning. The hot liquid scorched her tongue instantly. When she broke the surface, she was coughing and spewing a coffee-mucus mixture from her mouth and nose. Before she could reach the edge of the cup though, one of Stacey's manicured nails stabbed against her skull.

“No, no, no.”

The giant added a tsk noise for good measure before lifting the cup to her lips and daintily slurping her coffee. Stacey let out a low moan of pleasure, and her eyes lit up in delight. She smacked her lips together several times, mocking the small girl who already had no hopes of escaping the container.

“You add a nice spiciness to it, did you know that?”

Stacey took another long sip before sighing contentedly, “I should have done this years ago.”

Several more big mouthfuls sent Loren sloshing around the coffee and banging into the paper walls of the cup before Stacey finally set it down. Loren gazed up and realized that the giant woman had drank just enough of the liquid to keep her from latching on to the sides but not enough that her feet could rest comfortably on the bottom.

Stacey's face dominated Loren's view as she licked her lips clean.

“A little too hot for my tastes though.”

A wicked grin flashed across her face and Loren started screaming the word 'no' over and over again. Her world shook as Stacey rose up and took a few quick steps to her mini fridge. Seconds later a cold splash of milk crashed down onto Loren's head, followed by four ice cubes that were as wide as her shoulders and half the size of her torso. The temperature instantly plummeted and Loren wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them over her body in an attempt to stay warm.

“It should probably be cooled down by the time I get back from the shower, right?” She tilted her head and tapped her finger against her chin as if she really wasn't sure, but all Loren could do was tread coffee and wish she wasn't cold and miserable. “Anyway, I assume that if you had time for a coffee break, you managed to get my shoes clean for today. So why don't you mix up that milk I just poured in and then lay back and relax, ok?”

Stacey thundered away, and Loren cursed underneath her breath.

Of course she hadn't actually cleaned the girl's shoes yet. She had no idea which shoes Stacey was even planning to wear that day, considering how many she had and how often she would change her mind. Loren had spent many thankless sleepless nights polishing a pair of flats only to find out the next day that Stacey was just going to wear sandals or flip flops instead. Eventually, she did the bare minimum necessary for Stacey not to punish her before she fell asleep, and then cleaned whatever the girl wanted while she showered.

Now though, now she was stuck in a coffee cup with no way to get out.

There was little that could make this day worse, Loren thought as she clung to a melting ice cube. It didn't matter how cold the ice cube was, her legs were screaming in pain from all the work she had put them through in the past few minutes. Finally, the door opened and shut, and Stacey's powerful footsteps shook the world.

The girl appeared above the coffee cup, though this time she wasn't lording her power over Loren, she just wanted a sip of the now iced coffee. The world tilted and Loren was slammed into the paper wall before losing her grip on the cube that was helping her stay afloat. Her body sunk like a stone and all she could hear was Stacey's powerful throat muscles swallowing down the cool sweet drink.

Suddenly, her body was slammed into a hard wall that lacked the give of the paper cup. The wall parted and Loren fell face first against Stacey's thick tongue. The giant's laughter reverberated through her body as she was tossed about her mouth like an oversized piece of candy. Before Loren could even process where she was though, her body temperature shot up so fast that she began to sweat profusely. Still, Stacey sucked on her all the same, cleaning the coffee right off her skin and replacing it with a layer of sticky saliva.

She was spat out less than a foot from the ground, and landed painfully on the thin rug Stacey kept on the floor so her feet didn't get cold walking across it. Loren blinked continuously to get the saliva out of her eyes, doing her best to scrape it off with her hands before she finally gave up and flopped against the ground in defeat. The thumping of Stacey's gigantic peds drew her attention though, and she was barely able to lift her head up to gawk at the enormous woman.

“Do those look like a clean pair of shoes?”

It took her a second to process that while Stacey had been toying with her, she had managed to get dressed. She was wearing a pair of designer jeans, a bright green polo with her sorority letters stamped over the left breast, and of course her trademark string of pearls. The oversized brand name sunglasses that sat atop her neatly brushed hair made Loren wince. Just once, she wished that Stacey wouldn't look like a walking stereotype of a sorority girl.

Following the girl's finger, Loren turned to see a pair of pristine boat shoes. The leather body of the shoe was so clean that Loren was fairly certain that she could eat off of it. She crawled forward ever so slightly, trying to get a better look. Looking back at Stacey she could see that the girl was still standing there, pointing at them and looking quite upset.

Stumbling up on top of the toe section, Loren looked over both shoes, trying to get a sense of what looked wrong from the giant's perspective. Instead though, they continued to look fine, better than fine in fact. Nearing the tongue and the mouth of the shoe, Loren feared what might be waiting for her inside but that was when Stacey lifted up the shoe her slave was straddling.

Loren gripped the thick laces and held on for dear life as Stacey brought it up to her face.

She casually turned the shoe over in her hands, inspecting it and causing Loren to wonder if she would be sent plummeting to the ground. Trembling as Stacey turned it upside down, Loren could feel her muscles straining all the while, unable to grasp what imperfection Stacey had spotted. When Stacey finally turned it around again, Loren could feel her muscles shaking from fatigue and found herself resting against the shoe, almost hugging it.

Stacey's finger flicked her hard in the ribs and sent her tumbling over into the mouth of the shoe, where she landed on the insole with a slight plop.

“You're lucky you dumb little dyke,” Stacey announced as she sat down on her bed and angled her foot above the shoe's mouth. “If there had been something wrong with it, you'd be severely punished.”

Seeing the toes hanging above her head, Loren scrambled to get into a safe position. By the time Stacey's foot had slid completely into the shoe, she had managed to press herself against the toe section of it, narrowly avoiding having her entire body crushed beneath the ball of Stacey's foot. The sheer strength of the giant swinging her foot down onto the ground made Loren's stomach churn and head grow light.

Boom!

The sound of it hitting the floor shocked her to her bones and filled her ears with an unbearable amount of noise.

Stacey shifted her foot about, twisting it in an attempt to make it fit comfortably inside the crowded boat shoe. Her toes scraped against Loren's torso and the girl cried out in fear. Already the smell of sweat and feet was becoming too much, and as the toes rubbed against her, they began to sweat ever so slightly.

“It's supposed to be pretty warm today, bitch,” Stacey announced as her other foot hit the ground with a powerful thud. She stood, and her toes rammed into Loren's chest, knocking the wind out of her. “And I'm going to be on my feet all afternoon at the alumni picnic, so I expect my toes to be completely clean all day. Is that understood?”

Knowing that there was no way she could be heard by the enormous woman through the thick leather, Loren leaned forward and scraped her burned tongue against Stacey's big toe. The rough skin hurt her but not as much as the salty sweat that stung her entire mouth. Whimpering and blinking away tears, Loren continued to lick Stacey's toes while the giant woman casually strolled out of her dorm room to greet her older sisters.

Mike was sprawled out on the wooden expanse of Jennifer's enormous dorm room floor.

His hand kept running over the brand that was spread across his chest, tracing the three Greek letters with terrifying ease. He shuddered, remembering the pain of the heated metal against his skin as if it happened yesterday. Shutting his eyes tight, he did his best to push it away from his mind and concentrate on the day to come.

Jennifer and her roommate Kate had left for a run shortly after waking up, which meant they would come back to shower, change, and then they'd go to their shared lecture. All he could really hope for was that they would leave him where he was on the floor. The small freedom of laying in the center of their locked room in the sorority house was the only one afforded to him.

He was surrounded on all sides by a fine mesh screen that Jennifer had built for him at the start of the semester. It was all one huge piece, so there was no way his tiny feeble body could hope to lift it, let alone push it, and the holes were so small he could only fit his hand through. It was a cage but it was the most liberty he had been given since she shrunk him.

Mike still couldn't believe that he had actually believed Jennifer when she had asked him out for coffee. He had been a complete idiot for daring to think that even after a year of running day in and day out that a girl like her would be interested in a guy like him. After months of her forcing him to run laps in her huge room, for his own good, Mike could still grab loose skin and flab on his body. In comparison to a giantess like Jennifer, he was an ugly little shit that was barely fit to clean the gunk from between her toes.

The tiny man hadn't wanted to believe it at first, but she had made it crystal clear to him over the summer.

She had taken him back home with her, buried between the soft mounds of her gigantic breasts to hide him from prying eyes on the plane. Her family's wealth had been clear to him the moment he had been set on the plush carpet of her cavernous bedroom. Furthermore, the giant girl flourished in the Los Angeles sun, her skin becoming a deeper bronze and her hair turning vibrant and shiny. It wasn't the fact that he spent every day maintaining her French manicures and pedicures to ensure that she always looked her best that finally taught him that lesson though.

Sure, her flawless body helped drive everything home, but it was her chosen 'summer fling' that had reminded Mike of just how pathetic he was.

Almost every night, he would be tucked into some new hiding place in her room and forced to watch as a living Adonis named Brett toyed with her. He played with what he called her 'big sloppy tits,' explored her womanhood with his tongue, and rammed his gargantuan dick into every one of her orifices.

Everything about him made Mike feel worthless. Whenever Brett entered her room, the tight fashionable t-shirts he wore would fly off to reveal rippling muscles that let him pick Jennifer up like she was nothing. Once, Mike had been kicked under Jennifer's bed and left to nurse his aching body for most of the night only to see Brett's gigantic feet when he walked in. The tanned monstrosities could have turned Mike into nothing more than a fine red paste and Brett probably wouldn't have even noticed.

The worst though, had been the python swinging between his legs. At his old height, Mike would have found comparing his own cock to Brett's emasculating but at only a few inches tall...

He shivered just remembering the night that Jennifer had plucked him from his hiding place only so she could compare him to the rapidly deflating member. Brett had laid there, snoring peacefully while Jennifer rubbed the small man up against the flaccid but still impressive dick while smirking the entire time. When she was finished, Mike had been dropped back into her hamper to fester along with all of her sweat stained work out clothes.

Since the semester started and they returned to her room at the sorority house, Mike at least hadn't been subjected to her sexual escapades. They were still occurring, he knew that much, because many nights he had been left alone with Jennifer's roommate, who had no problem joking about the fact that the bronzed giantess was riding an impressive stallion.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand drifting south as he thought about Kate.

The worst part about meeting her two months ago was the fact that he knew her.

Well, he didn't actually know her. They had never said more than a couple of words to each other, and those had all been confined to things like, 'excuse me' and 'oh sorry' when they bumped into each other leaving a lecture hall Freshman year. She definitely hadn't recognized him when she looked down at him from her lofty height but he did, in an instant. He had had such a crush on her, sitting a few rows behind her, trying to make sense of the tattoo that ran across her right shoulder, covered by parts of her shirt, and admiring every other inch of her body he could see.

Now he mostly just interacted with the bottoms of her feet.

She still barely spoke to him. Instead, she would often just laugh. A demeaning cutting sound that would leave him crippled on the floor until she or Jennifer gave him a quick kick or a light push with their toes. He at least got to see more of her than her feet though. When she changed, he would watch the muscles flex beneath her skin and for a brief moment imagine how they would look if they were having sex.

Mike was about to climax when Jennifer's voice filled his ears.

“So, like, is she even coming this weekend?”

The whole floor was rumbling and Mike scrambled to hide the fact that he was laying on the floor masturbating. He rolled over onto his stomach and winced as his dick was painfully pressed against the wood. Writhing and trying to get into a sitting position, he followed their matching black and white Nike Frees as they walked in.

Each of the giant girls' footsteps made the floor beneath him shake, and were accompanied by booming noises that were only eclipsed by their painfully loud voices.

“Yes, she's getting in sometime after we're done with class. If she does get in earlier, she still has to check into her hotel and stuff anyway.” Kate sat down on her bed and stretched her legs out in front of her. Sweat ran down her calves and dripped onto the floor below as she leaned down, touching the tips of her toes. The giant grinned deviously as she caught sight of Mike, cowering in his little cage.

“Is she coming to the picnic?”

Kate frowned before turning to look up at Jennifer. “Yes! God, I swear I told you all of this, like, ten times already.”

“Whatever.” Jennifer rolled her eyes as she stepped forward, and engulfed Mike in her shadow. He hugged as close to the floor as he could, knowing that any second his cage would be lifted and some new torture would begin. “She's your mom, anyway. I don't know why you're not excited.” The words stayed the fresh hell for a little longer.

“I don't know why you're excited. My mom is not as fun as you think she is.”

“She is so much fun, and she's so cute.” The blonde squatted above him and Mike couldn't help but whimper when her dark blue eyes took him in. “Is she going to bring her little slave?”

“The Bitch?” Kate stood up and worked the last few kinks out of her muscles.

“Yeah, I was hoping the little thing could give this loser some pointers.” The cage was lifted away and Jennifer's huge fingers wrapped around Mike. Without a second thought, she stuffed him down between her sweaty breasts and the heat of her body made him start sweating.

“I don't know, I think she gave him to my little sister, so he's probably making sure her cheering sneakers are bright white for her high school's homecoming.”

“I wish I could have had a tiny guy in high school. It would have made things so much easier.”

Mike was battered between the spongy walls of Jennifer's cleavage as she peeled off her workout gear and gathered everything she would need for a shower. There was no warning before the sports bra holding him in place was yanked off and flung away, but with practiced ease he grabbed two fistfuls of boob flesh. The small pinches only made Jennifer giggle as she wrapped a fluffy towel around herself, smothering him in cotton.

They both strolled out of their room to the oversized communal bathroom that made it possible for even the fraction of the sorority that lived in the house to actually function, while Mike watched the gigantic world whiz by.

“I don't know, I was all goth and punk in high school, so I didn't really care much about him.” Kate gave a harsh laugh, “I did make him lick dried vomit off a pair of my Doc Martens once though. That was pretty rad.”

Jennifer's entire chest shook as she laughed, and Mike was forced to latch one hand onto the towel and the other onto her breast. “That's awesome.” She gave her friend a quick glance before adding, “You're still pretty punk if you ask me.”

Kate snorted, “I would think the fact that I own a North Face jacket and a pair of Uggs would balance out the tattoo.”

“The pixie cut though.”

“Oh my God, no, pixie cuts are totally in right now,” Kate's voice increased by ten fold as it bounced off the bathroom's tiled walls and floor. “Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Watson have both done it.”

Jennifer made an awkward noise before turning on the shower, and grasping Mike between her fingers. The tiny man wiggled but he already knew that there was no point, he couldn't actually escape Jennifer. All he could do was watch as she placed him down between her feet, hot water pouring off of her as she lathered herself up. Her dark blue eyes fell down upon him and then he watched as she splayed her toes, revealing the sweaty lint caked crevices both to the cleansing water and her small slave.

Mike crawled closer to her toes and raked his tongue against her still salty skin. Lint and toejam filled his mouth with a funky flavor that seemed to have more in common with a barn than a gorgeous woman's foot. Yet, he knew that that was how she always tasted after a run. Jennifer and Kate had spent one bored morning three weeks ago forcing him to taste their respective toejam and decide whose 'tasted better.'

He thought he had made a safe bet by choosing Jennifer's but he was bound for a grueling punishment either way. Kate had forced him to lick the insoles of her Ugg boots, which while the sheepskin had been soft, it had years of sweat caked into it. There was no way he would have been able to clean it, but that wasn't the point. They had simply wanted to toy with him because they thought it was funny.

Mike's treat after his punishment was to lick the insoles of Jennifer's flip flops because it was the taste he 'liked.' The two of them watched him lick them for ten minutes before they decided they had better things to do. They left, but he had kept licking because as he expected, Jennifer had inspected them to make sure the foam rubber at least felt a little damp.

When he began to taste her fruity body wash, Mike finally backed away from Jennifer's toes. He gazed up at the giantess, and watched her go through the simple motions of cleaning herself for several long moments. It was strange to realize as he looked up past her almost non-existent bush to her hefty breasts, that she was just a girl his own age. He only noticed it when she was twisting about in the shower, humming to herself, but it was a scary thought. She was so much more than just a sorority girl to him. She was his owner. His master. Yet, there she was tapping her foot to a beat and singing Taylor Swift lyrics under her breath.

Her toes suddenly drummed against the shower floor and her head snapped down to look at him. With her hair covered in shampoo she reached out with her foot and buried him beneath the ball. She rubbed her entire foot against him, using his body like a chunk of pumice to get whatever rough dead skin might be hiding in unsightly places. Mike was batted about and steamrolled by the balls, arches, and heels of her feet before finally being kicked against her shower caddy.

Mike just lay there, his head and shoulders propped up against the cheap hunk of plastic while water pelted the ground against him until she was finished. Jennifer simply tossed him in with all of her other shower supplies and he landed limply against an old tired loofah. Rolling onto his back, he watched as Jennifer completed her morning primping ritual.

With a broad smile to the mirror, she daintily picked up the caddy that Mike was inside of and sauntered out. Despite her light grip and smooth strides, Mike was still sent sliding about, bashing against various bottles and random accessories that even after months of being the girl's slave he didn't fully understand. Finally, the caddy was set down on her desk while Jennifer got dressed.

“One benefit of short hair, less to deal with,” Kate chimed in from somewhere within the room.

Mike didn't want to be trapped in the caddy for the rest of the day, but considering his other options, the loofah wasn't so bad.

“It's not like we have to worry about being late to a fifty minute three hundred person lecture that we're taking to fulfill some bullshit requirement.”

Drawers opened and shut while Kate's voice filled the room with a loud 'tick tock.'

“Oh shut up.”

Kate laughed, and Mike could hear the springs of her mattress shifting beneath her. “Are you ready or what?”

The loud thwick-thwack of flip flops smacking against bare feet filled Mike's ears as he rolled over and prepared to nap off the assault of Jennifer's feet. “Let me just grab my slave for later.”

Mike's eyes snapped open as Jennifer's hand descended from above. The tree-like digits smashed against the caddy's many items, and tossed them about like they were nothing before finally landing on the tiny man. Mike gripped the loofah for a second, but as he was lifted away all he managed to do was tear away a few thin strands from its surface.

Jennifer didn't even look at him before shoving him into the pocket of her airy short shorts. He slid down against her phone before her hand slammed against the exterior of the pocket, as if to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. Without another word, the pair of gigantic girls walked off with Mike uncomfortably buried at the bottom of Jennifer's pocket.

Megan's toes slammed down into me, and my entire body was compressed into the thin sole of her oxford. The car's engine roared in response and she zoomed down the highway, singing along to some song that I couldn't even make out the words to. The pressure eased up as quickly as it began and my small body rolled down against the sweaty ball of her foot, while her toes wrapped over my body in a sticky embrace.

Without work to force her out of bed, Megan preferred to sleep well after the sun had risen, and so for once I got to sleep in. Not that laying in a bed of her pubic hair was something that I actually found comfortable. I did my best to keep her fire crotch trim, but the hairs themselves were still more wiry and rough than soft, and the constant landscaping didn't do much to help.

After her soccer team's big win, Megan felt she deserved something special in the bedroom, and so I had spent the majority of my night between her monolithic thighs, lapping away at her monstrous folds and a clitoris the size of my own head. When she finally tired out after her third orgasm, the giant redhead had simply pulled up her panties and threw a sheet over herself before falling into a contented sleep. Beneath me, her enormous body had remained surprisingly still while her juices dried against my skin and I was left pinned in place by a pair of cotton underwear.

When she finally got out of bed, I slid down, which elicited an excited giggle from her before landing me closer to her butt than I liked to be. The smell of her sex and sweat was unbearable, and it didn't get better until I was pressed into her soap bar, and used like a washcloth to clean her entire body. All the while, Megan's thunderous voice droned on about the upcoming weekend and who she was excited to see or who she would have to avoid, as if I was supposed to somehow care from beneath her toes.

She had barely stepped out of the shower before she had slid me into her white and tan oxfords. The insole was damp and stained, because she always wore the thin leather shoes without socks, unconcerned for the calluses it would cause or the way it made her feet sweat. Especially since cleaning and massaging her feet was one of the many lowly duties I existed for. Laying there, I could only crawl to the toe section and hope for the best as the world around me shuttered from her footfalls.

Hours later, Megan was still enjoying every second of my squirming as she drove down to visit her alma mater. It should be our alma mater, but because of her sorority sister Stacey, I would never be able to complete my degree. I had been at Megan's graduation, carefully tucked between her breasts while she listened to all of the commencement speeches and eventually received her degree, but my own would never come to pass. Sometimes, I wondered what had happened to me. Were people still looking for me or worried about where I had gone?

The engine cutting off completely killed my train of thought and I braced for the horrific experience of being walked on. Megan always moved in smooth, confident strides that saw me go from being pressed into her skin by sheer gravitation force to being nearly crushed into her shoe's insole when I finally hit the ground. Right before her foot would lift off again, her toes would scrunch against me and I was forced to question whether it was something she naturally did or did as a friendly reminder that she knew I was beneath her.

The rough crunching of pebbles beneath her feet was traded for the loud click of the oxford's barely noticeable heel hitting a polished tile floor, and I knew we were inside of whatever hotel she was staying at. She exchanged pleasantries with the clerk while buckets of sweat poured off of her toes. High above me, she and the young clerk laughed together about the homecoming festivities and how so many alumni from the school were staying in the hotel.

Barely a second later, Megan was on the move again.

The tile changed to carpet, and I could hear a heavy hotel door open with a soft beep. A few steps more, and Megan launched herself back onto the comfy bed. She let out a long sigh before wiggling her foot, which sent me bouncing back and forth between her toes and the walls of the shoe. “God, I'm so tired,” she groaned down to me, loud enough to be heard through the shoe's thin leather walls. “The drive isn't long but road trips just suck without other people.”

Her toes wrapped around me in what I knew she believed was a hug, but felt more like she was trying to crush the life from my body.

“If I didn't have you in there, I don't know what I would have done, little guy.”

She let out another soft sigh, and I heard a few light thumps from somewhere on the bed.

“So hungry...”

Megan started to rummage through her purse, and within a few seconds, the only sound in the room was the high pitched whistle that notified the giant she was receiving a text. “Jennifer's in class, that's so laaaame,” I hung limp against the ball of her foot while her toes drummed into the insole above me. “Ugh, and Kate's with her.” Another few whistles chimed in, and my body was sent slamming down into the insole as Megan stood up. “Sweet, Stacey says the picnic's started.”

Without warning, Megan started to dance across her hotel room. Her steps became erratic, and she started to grind my body into the floor as she gave a few impromptu twists of excitement. “Gonna put some yum yum in my tum tum.” She laughed before playing her stomach like it was a drum, while my own tiny body rattled at the thought of food. Knowing the chances of seeing daylight would be slim, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue against her sweaty toes. “Don't worry, little guy, it's not a long walk.”

I whimpered, even though she wouldn't hear me. I had assumed she would drive over to campus, but instead she would enjoy a brisk walk through the surprising heat of a tidewater autumn. The random dance moves were replaced with her measured steps, and within a few dozen strides of leaving the hotel, I found myself swallowing pint after pint of her sweat just to avoid being drowned in it.

The gigantic world beyond Megan's shoes whizzed by as she walked. Cars, birds, and eventually college students could all be heard going about their business as she nearly crushed me with each step. As I began to hear the chatter of students on campus, I couldn't help but think about how many of them were also walking with tiny slaves in their pockets or shoes. From what I had learned, all the sororities on campus had the ability to shrink people, and even a few non-sorority members had learned how to do it at some point. Just how many people had been enslaved just so that decades of sorority girls could continue to look picture perfect everyday?

The noise beyond died down and was replaced with soft music as Megan presumably walked into the backyard of her sorority's house. I could feel her shoes sink into the soft earth as she came to a halt, and through the thin sole, I could feel the approach of another giant woman.

“Megan! Oh my God, you look amazing.”

Stacey's voice sent chills through my body. I would recognize it anywhere, and even from beneath the relative safety of Megan's foot, I found myself curling into a ball to get away from her. I had spent more than a year under the petite blonde's rule, and I could still vividly remember each and every punishment she had dealt me. Megan might be crazy, but she was never as cruel as Stacey had been.

Her toes wrapped around me in another crushing hug, as she embraced her 'Little Sister'. “You do too,” she began as the pair walked deeper into the yard, catching each other up on what they had been doing over the past several months. I clung to Megan's big toe as she walked, terrified of the possibility that she might drag me out to 'say hi'.

Instead though, the giants sat down, and began to talk about the coming weekend.

Slowly, I started to relax, and try to drink in the normality of the conversation going on above me.

“Bee tee dubz,” Megan giggled as she stretched out her long legs, “I am totally going to need to get me some of that pulled pork.”

“I'm such an idiot, you probably haven't eaten all day, have you?”

“Well, no. But why would you think that?”

Stacey released a quick laugh, “I don't know, Megs, cause you used to never wake up before noon?”

“I have a job now, and I have to wear, like, fancy lady blazers to it. So, you know, I get up super-early.”

“What's early?”

“Like eight... ish.”

“I was up at seven to go for a run today.”

“Oh, well, I'm Stacey and I get up at ungodly hours to be healthy and blah, blah, blah.”

Above I heard a light slap of skin on skin before Stacey spoke, “Bitch.”

Megan only giggled as she rose from her seat.

“I've missed you,” Stacey added as my entire world began to shift and my body was crushed beneath Megan's smooth strides.

“Of course you have,” Megan called over her shoulder. A few more steps, and the pressure was taken off of me as she sat back down and swung her foot high up into the air. Higher up, I could hear the sound of barbecue sauce splattering down onto a paper plate as she bit into her sandwich. “You have no idea the difference a hundred miles makes in barbecue.”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of Megan undoing her shoe's thin laces and trying to yank them off of her sweaty feet. The leather made a soft pop as it was pulled from her foot, and after sticking to her skin for a brief second, I fell down onto the damp insole. Megan dropped the shoe to the ground, and I slammed up into the toe before being slammed back into the insole when it landed. The process was repeated with the other shoe, and I heard the giant redhead let out a moan of pleasure as the ground rumbled beneath me.

I crawled toward the light that was pouring into the oxford from its unobstructed mouth and gazed skyward. The denim pillar that was Megan's leg dominated my view before she leaned forward and smiled down at me. Her huge tree-like fingers descended and plucked me up into the sky without any warning before dropping me down onto her sauce coated plate.

A half eaten pulled pork sandwich rose up to my chin next to me, and I could see cole slaw and pickles only a few steps away. Megan's milky fingers wrapped around the sandwich and lifted it high up to her mouth as she took another bite. More vinegary sauce raining down from the sky when she bit into it. Her other hand came down, and she shoved me toward a few scraps of pork that had fallen out of her sandwich with a single finger. Looking up toward her, I watched as Megan licked her bright pink lips and gave me an encouraging smile.

Sheepishly, I carefully picked my way across the plate, avoiding the pools of vinegar based barbecue sauce that would certainly make it hard to walk, and gingerly picked up a scrap of meat. I was used to eating Megan's cast offs, but it felt strange to do it in public, where anyone could see.

The world was plunged in darkness, and a small cool hand completely covered me as it lifted me off the plate. When I could see again, I found myself staring into the gigantic cherubic face of Stacey. She flicked up her designer shades, and her ice cold blue eyes settled on me before she gently placed a lit cigarette between her lips. The end of it lit up a bright cherry red as Stacey took a long drag, and then blew smoke directly at me.

I coughed and sputtered as the cigarette smoke filled my lungs. My eyes burned and I fell onto my hands and knees before pounding my fist against Stacey's silky smooth palm. Above me, her lips curled into a smile.

“I haven't seen you in a long time, little guy.”

I wanted to plead or say something, but I knew better than to talk to Stacey without being prompted.

A shadow fell over me, along with a curtain of red hair as Megan leaned over Stacey's hand. “Aww, poor little thing, is Stacey being mean to you?” She cooed, her voice so loud it made my ears hurt. Her soft lips fell on top of me and pressed me into Stacey's huge palm as she kissed me, the vinegary sauce from her sandwich coating my already sweaty back. “Don't worry, I'm right here, I won't let her do anything bad to you.”

As Megan pulled away, Stacey gave a quick derisive snort, “Have you just been coddling him for the past year?”

“What? No.”

Another cloud of cigarette smoke fell on me, and I was left writhing in Stacey's hand.

“Then why is he freaking out? When I had him, he wouldn't even flinch from a little smoke.”

Megan rolled her eyes as she leaned over me, still eating her huge sandwich. “I don't know, maybe he just likes me more?”

“Because you treat him like a pet.”

Ash flicked in the sky above me, and a few burning bits fell on me. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I bit down on my lip to avoid screaming in pain. The worst thing was, I knew that Stacey hadn't even meant to burn me that time, I was simply in the way.

“Sounds like you're just jealous he likes being my slave more.”

“Whatever,” Stacey bent down and dropped me down into the grass at her feet.

I stared up at her as she leaned back into her chair, clearly unconcerned with where I might try to run now that I was out of her sight. Staring up at the blonde girl that had made me this way, it took me a long time to realize that I was outside and unrestrained for the first time since I had tried to escape over a year ago.

A giddy laugh escaped my lips as I backed away from her, and the redheaded giant who had been keeping me locked in her apartment for the past several months. I looked over at Megan, but she was far more interested in eating a pulled pork sandwich than seeing if I was staying put where I was supposed to be. This, I realized, might be my second chance to get away. There were still people on campus I knew, and might be able to get to. Sucking in a huge breath, I turned around and prepared to make a break for it.

Only to find myself staring at a backyard the size of a national park.

Not only was the entrance to the yard seemingly miles upon miles away, in between me and the gate was a sea of feet. Perfectly pedicured toes both old and young shone in the sun along with the polished heels and sandals they wore. Where I did see women wearing sneakers, they were always fashionable and well kept, no doubt thanks to tiny slaves such as myself.

The worst part though, was when I spotted another small man about my age. He looked much more beaten down than I could ever be and had a long metallic band around his chest. I could see a sparkling chain run from the metal band to the big toe of a tall and attractive student wearing a skirt and bright t-shirt with the sorority's letters on it. The small man was dragged about as the young woman spoke to an older pair of alumni, all three of them laughing and chatting like it was any other nice autumn day. He pushed himself off of the muddy earth and caught me staring at him.

With a sad defeated look on his face, he waved.

And I, my face coming to share the same defeated look, waved back.

A massive quake then made me to fall to my knees.

Turning around I watched as Stacey ground out her cigarette beneath the ball of her foot, twisting her boat shoe back and forth to ensure the butt was no more. As she settled her foot back onto the ground, the smoldering ashes still sitting beneath it, I could hear the faint cries of the girl Megan had shrunk to obtain me.

I wracked my brain trying to remember the now tiny woman's name, but my memory failed me.

The world shook again, and the sunlight was blotted out by Megan's towering form. I turned to see her bare toes wiggling against the freshly cut grass, and looking up I saw her smiling down at me. “And just where do you think you were going to go, little guy?”

Bending down, she scooped me up with ease before sliding me into the breast pocket of her sheer blouse and giving me an affectionate pat. From my perch, I watched as Megan crossed back to the refreshment table and poured herself a glass of what I had no doubt was a booze spiked punch. She stood before the bowl for a long moment, and gazing upward, I watched as she threw the entire glass down the hatch in one go before letting out a low refreshed moan of pleasure.

Her milky hand patted her stomach, and I felt the reverberation through her body. Her words vibrated through my bones as she said, “I have definitely missed this place.”

Mike found it difficult to get into anything closely resembling a comfortable position when inside of Jennifer's enormous shorts. The pockets were deep, and this particular pair wasn't skin tight like most of what she wore, but that didn't make sharing space with a monolithic iPhone any easier. Especially when Jennifer was lounged back in a rickety auditorium seat.

The tiny man could hear the sound of a professor droning on through the thin fabric, accompanied by the cacophony of students typing on laptops or scratching notes out on paper. Nearby he heard the rapid click-clack of Kate typing away, while Jennifer remained quiet. The pair of giant girls traded off taking notes every other class, and today Jennifer merely relaxed with her legs stretched out and feet no doubt resting on the seat in front of her. He had spent many lectures at their feet in the empty back row they claimed for themselves, watching them goof off and literally coast through the class.

Even in a room of several hundred students their own size, Jennifer and Kate were able to keep everyone in their place with an aloof glance. From the confines of Jennifer's pockets he had heard a handful of guys try to ask her out and get shut down with a simple roll of the blonde's eyes or one of Kate's cutting laughs. Wedged between her thigh and her phone, Mike suddenly found it hard to not imagine that this was his proper place. Girls like Jennifer deserved slaves like him. Hell, they probably deserved more than one.

And a girl like Kate deserved dozens, he thought as he listened to the girl type away. The sound was so much clearer and concise than when Jennifer worked. The blonde would always trail off, distracted by some status update or message before picking back up with the notes in a frantic attempt to summarize some salient point. Meanwhile, he would be left buried beneath her foot, or spread out in Kate's lap, being toyed with like nothing more than a minor distraction. His squirming in Jennifer's pocket was barely any different than when her phone buzzed with an alert every few minutes. Well, except that his shaking and thrashing didn't warrant anything but a quick grab to make him stop.

The shadowy pocket lit up again with the phone's blazing light, and Mike's teeth rattled inside of his skull as it vibrated. Jennifer's shimmering nails pushed in first, followed by her tan digits, and for a brief second they raked against him before grabbing the phone and yanking it out.

“Your mom wants to know if we'd like to walk down to the lake when we get out of class.”

Even at a whisper, Jennifer's voice was like distant thunder in Mike's ears.

“Why are you texting my mom?” The other giant's voice was distracted and more than a little annoyed.

“Because she knows you're busy taking notes...”

“How?”

“Cause I told her on our way over that today was your turn.”

Kate groaned.

“Come on, it'll be fun.”

“Sure, whatever. I was going to do what she wanted to do today anyway. I just didn't know that you two were planning the whole day together.”

“After the lake, we can go to the picnic and hang out. Megan's supposed to be in town this weekend too.”

“Good. I haven't seen her since before I went abroad.”

“So, uh... you want to ditch? Cause there's only, like, five minutes left.”

Kate's typing suddenly paused, and the silence between the two hung in the air for longer than Mike expected. “Yeah, fuck it.”

The sound of Kate's laptop shutting was drowned out by Jennifer standing up and smoothing out her shorts. Her phone slammed down onto Mike's body hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, and he was forced to spend Jennifer's next few steps trying to roll out from beneath the heavy piece of glass and plastic. The sound of a heavy auditorium door drowned out the giants' footsteps for a second as they strolled out into the empty hall.

Mike's ears were still ringing when an excited feminine voice called out, “Hey, girls, over here!”

“Hi, Mrs. McKenna!”

Before Mike could even register what was happening, Jennifer was practically running toward Kate's mother, and his body was slammed into her thick thighs. Each of her footsteps produced a quake through her body that once again set his teeth rattling within his jaw, before she collided with Mrs. McKenna in a powerful embrace.

Mike's body was momentarily crushed as he was pressed up against both Jennifer and Mrs. McKenna's bodies. A seeming eternity later the pair broke apart, and the tiny man could breathe again.

“Oh, Jenny dear, you are looking stunning. Look at that hair,” the older woman's voice had a warm Southern accent that Mike had long associated with well-to-do women who spent more time at society functions than working. “I wish you had grown out your hair like this, Katie.”

“Sorry, Mother,” Kate's voice had an annoyed edge to it, and Mike could almost imagine the look on her face.

“Now no need to be snippy, girl.”

“Sorry...”

“Come here.”

Mike could only assume that the pair were hugging each other as Jennifer's hand snaked into the pocket and gripped onto his miniscule body. He squirmed and kicked in response but the tanned digits put an end to his minor resistance as easily as they always did. “There's someone else who'd like to meet you, Mrs. McKenna.”

“Oh, Jenny, dear, how many times do I have to tell you, you can call me Evelyn. Or better yet, Lyn. That's what my friends call me.”

Jennifer giggled, and as Mike was pulled from her pocket he could see that her bronzed cheeks were sporting just a little bit of pink. The tiny man was then turned away from his master to face Kate and her mother.

The older woman shared her daughter's face, though her cheekbones were less prominent and her chin was softer. Despite a few wrinkles around her dark brown eyes though, there were few clear signs of her age, and at Mike's size he knew that whatever make-up she was wearing was done with a very light touch. Her dark brown hair was longer than her daughter's, and fell past her shoulders in perfect waves. She wore a sleeveless navy blouse that exposed sun kissed skin that was stretched across a layer of wiry muscle. Dark jeans, wedge sandals, and a few pieces of plain golden jewelry completed the understated but fashionable outfit.

One of her arms was draped around Kate's shoulders, who clearly shared her mother's fashion sense. She wore a plain black button down shirt tucked into a breezy pair of aqua shorts that matched the soles of her suede black oxfords. A pair that Mike had been forced to clean to perfection just a few days earlier. Despite her tone though, he could see that Kate was smiling as she rested her head against her mother's shoulder.

Lyn's lips parted, revealing a dazzling smile and a few more subtle wrinkles as she took in the shrunken man in Jennifer's hand. “Well isn't he a fit little specimen,” she cooed as her fingers wrapped around Mike's body and extracted him from Jennifer's grip.

The tiny man squirmed in response to the cold metal of her wedding ring as it hit the small of his back, and the giant woman laughed quietly. “Not used to one of these are you, little fella?” She wiggled her ring finger and watched him fidget in response, causing both of the younger girls to laugh. “Probably don't get to see ones this nice either, even on this campus.” Mike was forced to turn around with a delicate and practiced twist of her thumb.

Gazing down over the edge of her hand caused a momentary bolt of fear to rush through his body. His eyes first focused on the hard tile floor seemingly dozens of feet below, and then he caught sight of the light reflecting off of her painted toe nails as they wiggled against the sole of her sandals. Taking a deep breath, Mike steadied himself as best as he could and turned his head to see the seemingly gigantic diamond affixed to her finger.

It easily had to be the size of his head, if not bigger. All he could do was gawk at it as the woman carefully pushed him up over the edge of her fingers while tilting her hand so he could lay across it. Her handling of him wasn't the rough manhandling that Mike had gotten used to. It was almost gentle, directing him with careful prods and subtle shifts, but each one of her fingers was backed by a power that left him cowering beneath her gaze.

“Give it a kiss, little fella.”

He turned back to see Lyn watching him with a cool gaze, her arm still draped around her daughter's shoulders as if this was the most normal mother-daughter moment imaginable. Jennifer had come around to her other shoulder, carefully peering over it and taking in every one of Mrs. McKenna's movements like it was some kind of instructional video on Youtube.

Turning back to face the monstrous diamond, Mike leaned forward and clambered across her warm fingers before pressing his lips against the cold stone.

The sound of the auditorium door opening broke the hush that had fallen over the enormous trio of women, and with a quick flick of her fingers, Lyn McKenna carefully folded Mike back into her palm. The tiny man wanted to scream in pain as his body was forced to go through yoga-style positions in just a few seconds, but he found his mouth filled with the giant woman's soft palm. His whole miniature body had been crammed into it, and he was shrouded perfectly in darkness until he was passed off to Jennifer like a small bag of weed.

Mike tried to unfold and stretch but Jennifer's fingers were gently repositioned around him, keeping him concealed and imprisoned within them.

“You have such lovely nails, Jenny,” Lyn cooed as they started to walk, still straightening out her hold on Mike until it matched the one she had just performed.

“Thank you, Mrs. McKe... Lyn. It takes a lot of work but it's really worth it.”

Mike squirmed within Jennifer's fingers, but her seemingly relaxed grip was more constraining than ever. There was a small bit of space between her fingers and the heel of her hand but every time he tried to wiggle toward it, she simply closed her hand into a barely noticeable fist, or laid her thumb across the gap, plunging him into darkness.

Meanwhile, her huge hands swung with a natural walking rhythm and the giants turned their conversation to more appropriate homecoming conversation. Kate's mother seemed genuinely interested in what classes both girls were taking, how their love lives were going (or not going in Kate's case), and what had happened to the campus since she had visited last year. Mike wished that he could have ignored it, since it was all things he already knew about his enormous captors, but there was no escaping their booming voices.

As he lay there, pinned in Jennifer's palm, he suddenly became aware of just how long it had been since he had even thought of his own mother. For the first few days after he shrunk, Mike had been able to think of nothing else but his family and friends and how they were handling his disappearance. But as time passed and it became clear that he would be Jennifer's slave for years to come, all Mike had been able to think of was himself. How could he get out of this situation, or how he could make it better if only for a few minutes.

Now though, as Mrs. McKenna laughed at some random anecdote her daughter shared, Mike found himself curling up within Jennifer's palm, holding back tears. His own family had loved visiting him on campus, it was always such a trip for them and they delighted in him playing tour guide and explaining all of the local spots he enjoyed.

Seconds later, Mike found himself dumped directly in front of one; the old wooden pier that stretched a dozen or so yards into the college's lake. It was a quiet spot and was eerily beautiful at night, somewhere he had always been able to be at peace when his roommates pissed him off or he was missing home. Now he saw it from the perspective of a bug, gazing out across a vast ocean of murky water while three women sat down on one of the benches that looked out on it and rested their feet.

Jennifer immediately kicked off her flip flops and the pair landed with a soft thwap on the wooden pier before her toes drummed against the surface, shaking it beneath Mike's tiny body. He turned to see her simply lost in the beautiful afternoon; gazing out at the still-green trees and white fluffy clouds while her roommate stretched her sore legs next to her.

The eyes of Kate's mother were still on him though. She watched his tiny body cower at their feet with a smile large enough to make the wrinkles at her temples show. In the bright light of the afternoon, the tiny man could just make out a few wisps of dignified silver in her long hair, which somehow made her seem even more intimidating. Her huge brown eyes then drifted to her daughter's feet, and her smile grew even wider, “Katie, it looks like you have finally learned how to enjoy the handiwork of tiny men.”

A huge wooden wedge sandal drifted forward and delicately tapped Kate's shoe, just barely smudging the suede. With a grin, Lyn's eyes returned to tiny Mike expectantly. As if that wasn't bad enough, on the other side of Kate, Jennifer's dark blue eyes had also fallen on Mike though they were harder, promising punishment if he failed to do the unspoken chore.

Rising to his feet, Mike dashed up to Kate's huge oxfords and immediately set to brushing out the suede, returning the smudge to the natural grain of the leather. Kate's foot twitched and he turned to see her entire calf bulge for a moment from the motion, the muscle bigger than a pick up truck. She laughed as she caught sight of the shrunken man working hard at her feet. “I knew you'd be expecting me to look my best, Mother.”

“I'm just glad to see you taking advantage of your station for once.” The giant woman leaned back and caught Jennifer's eye, “She never did when she was in high school. God, you were such a mess.” Mike continued to brush dust off of Kate's shoes, but he moved toward the sole so he could stare up at her gorgeous face.

Kate began to blush as her mother fussed with her short hair, and the few silver rings that lined her ear. “Mom, stop.”

“I'm just saying, I couldn't even see your beautiful face beneath all that white foundation you used to wear. I would always tell you that most people would kill for those cheekbones, but did you listen?” Lyn let out an exasperated sigh, “And those ratty shoes you would wear. They smelled so bad that our little slave would hide in your father's closet just to avoid doing his job.”

Jennifer burst out laughing, and for a moment Mike backed away from Kate's feet in horror as he tried to imagine her being so... dirty.

“Well, I'm a pretty happy sorority sister now, Mother. I have Uggs and everything.”

“Yes, and you look wonderful, Katie.” Mrs. McKenna leaned in and gave her daughter a wet kiss on the cheek that caused her to blush even more. “And at least your friend her is kind enough to let you borrow her little man here so you can look your best.”

Kate rolled her eyes while Jennifer continued to giggle, “Yes, where would I be without him.”

“Actually speaking of this little fella,” Mike froze between Kate's bright aqua soles, “I don't know about you girls but my feet are killing me, and I thought accomplished collegiate women like ourselves might benefit from a nice massage.” Once again, the giant woman's look was expectant and suggestive as she casually slipped her feet from her sandals.

“You're right, Lyn, I think we do,” Jennifer added, her eyes drilling holes into Mike's back.

Kate was the saving man's only saving grace when she said, “Whatever.”

However, he quickly realized that her lack of enthusiasm wasn't an actual objection. Her huge shoes were lifted high into the air as she removed them and pulled off the thin socks she had been wearing beneath.

Within seconds, Mike was slamming his fists into the massive supple foot flesh of the three women while they continued to chat high above him. As he worked though, Mike noticed that at the quiet of the pier, none of them had any qualms about maintaining the secrecy of tiny men like himself.

“He just feels so good down there,” every time he was at the older woman's feet her voice was filled with pleasure. “I really have to say that you have a very good eye, Jenny.”

“Thank you, I watched him run for like a year, just losing weight and going from fat nerd to like... not as ugly nerd?” Mike cringed as the blonde giantess giggled high above him, making light of one of the few physical accomplishments he had managed in his entire life. “Every time I saw him pass me by I would think, there goes a man who is going to work hard as my slave. And he does. I mean, he had a little fight at first, but my friend Megan helped me work that out of him.”

“It's always important to have an older friend around when you first shrink them. That sort of discipline really shows through as the years go on,” Lyn's foot barreled forward and Mike was sent down onto the floor. He started to scream as the heavy appendage fell forward, but it was silenced beneath her heavy flesh.

At first, her foot just sat there, engulfing him in her coconut-laced foot funk but slowly, she began to drag her foot across his skin. Mike was used to being pummeled and rubbed by Jennifer's feet, but this wasn't the harsh scraping he had grown accustomed to. Within a few seconds, Mike began to feel all of his muscles go slack, and his breathing went from panicked to smooth and even footsweat filled breaths. Lyn's voice vibrated through her body, massaging his body with each thunderous word.

“He really reminds me of the Bitch when I first got him. A fit little go getter who knows what he's supposed to do.”

The giant woman's toes splayed open around him and he could see Lyn looking wistfully out across the lake while Jennifer giggled. “I didn't realize you actually called him the Bitch.”

“Huh?” Both Kate and her mother responded.

“What did you think we called him?” Kate's voice made Mike shiver beneath Lyn's foot, her sentence ending with the same cutting laugh that always made him feel so small.

“I don't know, his name?”

“Oh, I don't even remember what his name is, sweetie,” Mrs. McKenna replied as her foot dragged down across Mike's body, and her toes settled over his crotch. Mike's eyes shot open but before he could sit up, the giant woman added just the right amount of pressure to keep him pinned while her big toe ground against his shrunken manhood.

“Wait, really?”

“It never struck me as very important. And after I started dating Kate's father, and we got engaged... it just became harder and harder to think of the little thing as well, a man. I mean, God, your father when he was younger,” Lyn played with her engagement ring as she thought of her husband. Meanwhile, her toes did the same with Mike's penis where he lay pinned at her feet.

“Oh my God, Mom!”

“What, dear? It's not like there aren't pictures in our house. Besides, there's nothing wrong with admitting your father was a handsome man. I mean, my father...”

“No, Mom, what the fuck are you doing with your foot?”

“What?”

As Kate shouted, Mike found his whole body screaming in ecstasy. He bucked against Mrs. McKenna's enormous foot, and his penis slipped into the crevice between her big and second toes. The little man couldn't contain himself and began pumping furiously against her soft toes. Letting out the first audible shout in months, Mike suddenly came and then collapsed against the sun baked wood of the pier, relaxed and happy for the first time in months.

“Eww!” Kate and Jennifer both exclaimed as they stared down at the tiny man, their voices distant and unimportant to him for once.

“What is wrong with you two?” Lyn asked as she opened up her purse and pulled out a small tissue.

Mike was dimly aware of the white sheet falling down on him, but he continued to bask in the pleasure of his orgasm even though he instinctively knew what Mrs. McKenna expected him to do.

“Mom, you just jacked off Jennifer's slave.”

The blonde giantess sat next to her friend, speechless.

“Well, yes, what did you think I was going to do when I pinned him beneath my foot?”

“I don't know, not... that?”

“Wait, are you telling me that neither of you have...”

Mike slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, and rubbed himself clean with the tissue before going to work on Lyn's giant toes. For the first time since he was shrunk, he actually felt human. Even the fact that he was scraping his own semen out from beneath the toes of a woman as old as his mother didn't change the fact that he had not only been allowed some sexual pleasure, but it had come from the... well, foot, of a giant woman.

“No, Mom, we don't do that. It's gross.”

“It's perfectly normal, sweetheart. Half the fun of having a little man, is, well... you know.”

Mike glanced up just in time to see a mischievous look cross Lyn's face, while disgust still registered on Kate's. “Would you do that with the Bitch?”

“Both me and your father have had plenty of fun with the Bitch.”

Kate's whole body recoiled in disgust. “Mom, he lived in my room for, like, three years.”

“Three years while your father was gaining weight. Which, by the way, thank you for getting him that watch-thingie, he's counting his steps now...”

“No, not, no... you don't go from, 'Me and dad used to use our slave for weird sex things' to 'Your dad loves his birthday present,' in the same sentence.” Kate shook her head and stood up, her foot steps shaking the pier so hard that they sent Mike sprawling against Lyn's now clean toes. “I... I can't even.”

Lyn's toes wiggled slightly as her daughter stormed off, and Mike had to admit that he enjoyed the sensation against his relaxed body. Ever so gently, he pressed his lips against her soft skin and took a long sniff of her coconut scented flesh.

Jennifer started to rise but Mrs. McKenna grabbed her arm and brought her back down to the bench. “Oh, let her go and have her little tantrum, she'll get over it by the time we get back to the house. It's not like she ever used him for anything anyway. Her sister...” Lyn frowned high above, “Well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

Mike continued to nuzzle her foot until he was suddenly aware of someone staring at him. It felt strange to admit, but the feeling of being watched made him seize up instantly. After months of living in a little chicken wire cage, and being the object of constant scrutiny, Mike was amazed that he managed to feel embarrassed about something at all.

“Why's he doing that?” Jennifer's voice was filled with wonder, and for the first time, Mike was aware of how his owner had been watching him the whole time. There was... he wouldn't call it lust... but a definite hunger in those dark blue orbs and it made him shudder unconsciously.

“Oh just a little post-climax affection. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it.” Lyn laughed, it was warmer than her daughter's cutting bark of laughter but it still contained enough haughtiness to make Mike's genitals stir once more. “I can't believe you've never played with this little fella like that before.”

“Most of the girls kind of frown on it nowadays...” Mike couldn't help but notice that Jennifer's foot scuffed against the pier, and her eyes drifted away from the older woman.

“Well, it's their loss. Anyway,” Lyn sent the little man rolling across the pier as she slipped her feet back into her sandals. “I'm not going to let my bratty daughter ruin our afternoon. Why don't you show me some of that new construction the tuition I'm paying is supposed to be funding?”

“I... alright,” Jennifer slipped her own flip flops on before bending down and scooping up Mike. He lay curled up in her palm, uncomfortable with how she was looking down at him as she stood up and fell into step with the older woman. Rather than slip him into her pocket with her phone, she instead opened up the breezy blouse she was wearing and slid him down between her breasts. He squirmed for a moment, but she didn't reflexively squish them together as punishment. Instead, Jennifer gently readjusted her boobs so that he snugly fit between them, the constant jiggling of the enormous mounds of flesh making him surprisingly comfortable as she walked.

As the blouse's buttons were snapped back together by Jennifer's bronze fingers, Mike found himself relaxing in her presence for the first time since he was shrunk. Her fruity body wash mixed with her faint natural musk and he found himself snuggling against her warm breasts before gently drifting to sleep.

All I could think about was how pale and sickly she looked.

The first time I had met Loren, she had been a towering giant just like Stacey or Megan. She had planned to help me escape their clutches, and for her trouble was turned into Stacey's new slave. Now, almost a year later and she looked like she had barely eaten. Her body was thin, and I could see her bones stretch against her skin as she bent down over Stacey's bare feet, her tongue lapping between the toes.

The boulder-like toes wiggled in response, “Be careful you little dyke, you know I'm ticklish down there.” Stacey then flicked a cloud of cigarette ash onto the tiny girl. Loren recoiled in pain, and let out a sharp yelp as a few burning embers touched her skin. “Did I say you could stop?”

Even though I wasn't down in the grass, I swore I could feel the rumbling of Stacey's foot slamming hard into the ground. Loren bowed down, her face pressed against the warm dirt as she shouted out pleas for forgiveness. The petite blonde giantess said nothing, she simply leaned back in her chair and splayed her toes once more.

A long warm finger suddenly ran down my spine, and my whole body arched in response. I looked back to see Megan giving me a lazy booze laced smile, her teeth stained pink from the punch she had been gulping down for most of the afternoon. Her massive fingerpad smashed into my face, and sent me sprawling against her knee. “Such a little cutie,” she whispered down at me.

I laid there for a beat while her finger explored my body, a caress I still couldn't get used to since it was often just a prelude to being shoved bodily into her hot and wet womanhood. After a few seconds though, the finger retreated and I sat back up on her leg, gazing back down at Loren far below.

I wanted to call out to the other tiny, but I knew better than to speak out of turn in Stacey's presence. Instead, I simply watched as she performed the same tasks I had once been forced to do. Her tiny hands rubbed the girl's torso-sized toes, vigorously trying to work out kinks that I was certain were entirely imagined by the sitting giantess. Then once the toe was thoroughly loosened up, she would lower her head into the crevice between it and one of its fellows, and start to lap up the sweat and gunk that had accumulated there. A task made all the more difficult by the fact that the small girl's paper white skin was covered with chunks of lint and foot gunk from being beneath Stacey's foot all day.

Suddenly, my entire body was being pinched between two of Megan's long pale fingers and I was lifted high up into the air. I reflexively began to squirm but the fingers simply squeezed me harder as I was dangled over a bright red cup that gave off a strong scent of rum cut with the barest hint of fruit. Before I could even start to protest I was bodily dunked into the small plastic cup and carried up to Megan's waiting maw.

Her big pink lips curled up into smile, and I could see her stained teeth staring back at me as punch dripped off of me into the cup far below. The thick leviathan that she called a tongue snaked out from between her barely parted lips and dragged itself across my sopping wet face, exchanging the stickiness of the sugary punch for the stickiness of her saliva. I coughed and sputtered but by the time I cleared my eyes of the giantess's thick spit, I found that I was being laid out on her big rum soaked tongue.

She groaned, a sound so deep and powerful that it shook my entire body down to the bone, and pulled me into her mouth. I knew better than to thrash about, especially when my gigantic owner had had just enough booze in her to make her tipsy. Through her parted lips, enough light shone into her wet cavernous mouth to show me the dark recesses at the back of her throat. I could see the thick muscles flexing as she swallowed the miniscule bit of punch she had licked of me, and for a moment I feared that I would be next.

Then the huge muscle curled up behind me, lifting my legs before parting them and making them flop down against her teeth. Her huge tongue probed my backside as she sucked the juice from my body with a rumbling slurping sound. My body began to sweat as she closed her mouth, raising the temperature instantly, while her saliva insulated me, trapping me in my own body heat. The floor shifted as she gyrated her jaw, and I was flipped onto my back and laid out across her teeth with my head pressed against her cheek.

I yelped in surprise as her huge tongue slithered up from the dark depths of her mouth, and traced its way up my legs to my crotch. With all the finesse of a bull in a china shop, Megan's huge tongue flicked and pummeled my member in a way I could only imagine was supposed to be sweet and sensual. Instead, pain radiated from my crotch and caused me to convulse several times. Despite the pain, I could feel the sudden pressure of an orgasm building within my body.

Megan moaned once more, the very sound of it causing my unwanted erection to become even harder. To passersby, she would sound like she was just relaxing or enjoying herself, but inside her own head, I swore that she was about to climax as well. The sound rumbled up again while her tongue bashed my cock directly on the head. I let out my own screech of pleasure as I exploded my load across the vast pink muscle that wriggled beneath me.

I lay propped up against her teeth with her tongue flopped out on top of me for several long moments, waiting for her fingers to extract me. When light returned through her lips though, I saw only the bright red of the punch and immediately sucked in as big of a breath as I could and grabbed on to her thick tongue. Cold punch washed over my body while rum flooded into my nostrils, before it was quickly swallowed by her powerful muscles.

I could hear a voice outside of Megan's mouth, though it was hard to make sense of as I tried to knock punch out of my ear. Despite having me plastered against her tongue, Megan attempted to respond to the muffled question, releasing a series of grunts and moans in quick succession.

The mouth opened wide and I could see the light of day beyond, though no sign of whoever was talking. Stacey's voice however rang in my ears as Megan's fingers grabbed me. “She put her slave in her mouth.”

“What was he doing in there?” The other giantess asked as I was pulled back to the outside world, the cool air instantly making me shiver.

“I was just having some fun, God,” Megan replied as she leaned over the arm of her chair and shook me out like I was a wet towel. My stomach did flip flops as her saliva flew off of me in chunks, and what little scraps of her food I had eaten threatened to explode from my tiny body. “I was dunking him in my punch like a little cookie,” the redheaded giantess explained as she settled back into her seat, spreading me across her lap.

I lay there, sucking in air and waiting for the dizziness in my head to subside as the gigantic voices thundered above me.

“Where's your mom?” Stacey asked, her tone casual but the question clearly having an edge to it.

“I don't want to talk about it,” the new giantess replied, and I worked hard to place her voice. It sounded so familiar. “Anyway, don't you have like Homecoming Committee shit you're supposed to be doing, Stacey?”

“I got this whole spread, and now I'm entertaining alumni.”

I slowly pushed myself up and felt the ground shift beneath me as Megan's hips shifted slightly. Looking around, I realized she had placed me directly atop her womanhood, and even through her jeans and panties, I knew she could feel something as I wiggled around. I squirmed my way into a comfortable position, which resulted in Megan's huge fingers coming down to pet and pin me right wherever it was she wanted me. Looking up though, I could see that her eyes weren't on me for once, instead they were on Stacey and whoever the girl was talking to.

“Actually, Julie said she was looking for you, something about ice.”

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” Stacey grumbled as she stood up, causing a tiny yelp from her slave below. “Shut up, bitch,” she snapped down at Loren, and I heard more yelps as she presumably gripped the shrunken girl beneath her toes and shoved on her shoes. I could easily imagine the powerful grasp of her thick digits before they slammed directly into the sweat stained sole of her shoes again and again as she roughly slid them on.

Despite my perch in Megan's lap, I could still feel the ground quaking beneath Stacey's angry stomps.

With a heavy sigh, the other giantess collapsed into Stacey's seat. “Why are you even friends with her?” The girl was clearly annoyed and angry, but despite my best attempts, I couldn't get out from under Megan's powerful fingers.

“Stacey was my little, and she's very nice, I don't know why you two never get along.”

A curt derisive laugh filled my ears, and I finally placed the girl's voice. It was Kate, Jennifer's roommate. I had only encountered her a few times as Stacey's slave, often watching her disappear quickly in the petite blonde's presence, but I began to see more of her when I was given to Megan. Still, they had always been quick, fleeting interactions glimpsed from the sole of Megan's big boots. “She's such a bitch,” Kate finally said, her fingers drumming against the chair's arm.

“If you're going to be angry with Stacey, then you can just run along cause I really doubt Julie needs her to go get ice.”

“That's...” the other giantess groaned, “I wanted to talk.”

“About what?” Megan's fingers began to run over my body, kneading into it like she was giving me a massage. The feeling was pleasant, but something about the force behind it made me worried. Megan had never run her fingers over my body like that before.

“Seriously? Is that how it's going to be? Nothing for, like, almost a year and then you're going to act like you don't know what's going on?”

Megan's fingers went suddenly still, and I quivered beneath them as she said, “You know, this party is boring me, let's go somewhere else.” The huge pale fingers wrapped around me before she pressed me into Kate's hands. “Hold him, I need to put on my shoes.”

I wiggled in the giant girl's warm flesh, and stared up at her. She was looking down at me with disgust and hatred on her face. Her dark brown eyes narrowed, and I yelped as she squeezed me a little harder than necessary.

It was at that moment, that I realized exactly what the giantess was referring to.

#

Like, almost a year earlier...

It felt weird, even after a year of being shrunk and kept as Stacey's tiny slave, to think of a shoe as being a comfortable home. After several weeks with Megan though, it was hard to ignore the fact that her big black boots were my de facto room. Unless she was wearing them, if she left her dorm room she would always place me down at the bottom of the tall knee high boots. The exact same pair that she had playfully chased me in the night before I attempted to escape.

Megan had disappeared hours earlier for her weekly family dinner with Stacey and Jennifer, which was always followed by a long and boring sorority meeting. A few times she had come in to check on me in between, and more than once she had taken me along inside of her shoe or between her breasts but tonight I was left entirely on my own. I lay curled up at the toe of her boot, my body neatly fitting beneath the thick leather roof of it with ease, and all I could do was hope I could fall asleep before the giant girl returned.

Once or twice, when she came back to find me cuddled up at the bottom of her shoe, Megan had only briefly woken me up to 'check on me' before going to bed. Those rare unmolested nights were the best I had had as her slave. As sickening as it was to lay surrounded by weeks worth of foot sweat with my head buried in her grimy toe print, I found it hard to ignore the fact that I was enjoying it. With each passing day, I was finding it easier and easier to be inside of her boot.

The thought of one day liking the smell of Megan's feet sent a shiver down my spine, and I hoped I'd end up dead inside of her before that ever came to pass. Given the intensity of her orgasms, I comforted myself with the fact that it might not be entirely outside the realm of possibility.

Laying my head back down in the depression left by her big toe, I tried to clear my mind of any thoughts and ease myself into sleep. My body started drifting away, and my aching tender muscles began to relax. It was just as I felt myself being lost in the haze only a miniaturized slave could know that the door opened accompanied by a trilling laugh from my redheaded captor.

Even through the boot's thick sole I could feel the floor shake with each of her steps and I watched as the leather walls shivered from her passing. The door was slammed shut and I heard the sound of a plastic cap being quickly unscrewed from the top of one of her liquor bottles. A second later the sound of liquid hitting glass filled my ears, and I stifled a groan.

Megan had an endless thirst for nearly everything in life, but alcohol only furthered her already monumental desire to take my tiny body in any way that she pleased. Bracing myself, I was surprised to hear her pouring a second glass, and then the ground shook once again.

“A little something to keep you warm,” Megan's voice was smooth and playful.

“Mhm, thanks,” I didn't recognize the voice immediately but I knew it was a woman, which meant it had to be a member of Gamma Phi. Yet, I couldn't even begin to think of who Megan would be drinking with if it wasn't one of her Littles.

Bed springs squeaked as one of the giantesses sat down and for a long time there was only silence. I slowly crawled up from the toe of Megan's boot toward the heel, and gazed far up the black leather shaft, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever else was in the cramped dorm room. Sadly, only the plain white ceiling greeted me.

“Here let me take your coat.”

“No, I mean, I should probably...”

“What?” Megan's voice was low, and I immediately sensed the lust in it, “You need to go sit outside your room while Jennifer gets railed by some rando?”

The other girl laughed, it was short and surprisingly harsh. “No, I mean, I got stuff to do for class, and the library's still open...”

“It's snowing.”

“So?”

“It's a long walk to the library, and I know you Southern girls don't do well in the cold.”

There was a sudden pleasurable yelp from the other girl, but she didn't offer any more protests. A coat that looked more like a stealth bomber sailed over my head and landed with a crash somewhere on the other side of Megan's dorm. “Oh no, now your coat is all the way over there.” My redheaded captor's tone was teasing and playful, reminding me of the screwed up games she would play with me that always resulted in the same 'reward.'

“Megan...”

“Don't even pretend you're not interested...” Her voice came out in a sexually frustrated growl and my member instantly stiffened in response.

“I...”

“I've seen you looking at me, Kate.” Megan made loud kissing noises and I knew somewhere beyond the confines of her boots, the giant's lips were grazing another giantess's flesh.

There were no more protests only the sound of enormous lips pressing against each other and the protested squeals of gigantic bed springs. Zippers were pulled down and feminine grunts thundered in my ears as the situation on Megan's bed escalated rapidly. Within seconds I could hear the loud sound of slick fingers going in and out of a giantess's enormous womanhood.

How many times in the past few weeks had those sounds been amplified as if by stadium speakers in my tiny ears? It was too many to count I realized as I fell onto the floor of Megan's boots and ran my own hand against my miniature sex. Moans of sexual pleasure bounced off the walls and filled the shaft of my master's boot, bringing me closer to climax as I lay at its bottom. As Megan's orgasmic screams roared in my ears, I released a pleasurable shout of my own that was swallowed whole by her ecstatic shout.

I collapsed against the wall and listened to the enormous pair as they kissed and cuddled on her twin bed. Soon enough, I could hear a light snoring fill the room, an alien noise that I could only assume came from the other giantess.

The bed springs creaked, the floor quaked, and Megan's smiling face filled the sky above me. Sweat had formed on her brow and her face was still flushed but she had a smile on her face that could be put on billboards. Her huge thin fingers came down and scooped me up from the sole of her boot. I watched her pale naked body zoom by until I was brought right in front of those soft pink lips. They came down and gently pressed against my body before Megan whispered, “Enjoy the show, little guy?”

I didn't know what to say in response as her tongue darted out and gently licked my tiny body.

“Yeah, you did, didn't you?”

I quivered in fear, squirming deeper into her palm.

“It's ok, I'm not going to punish you for it.” The world shook as she walked to her bed and bent down over it. She dropped me onto the living ground of the other giantess, Kate. The girl was positively gorgeous, with a warm athletic tan and a well toned body that showed off the work the girl had put in. “Isn't she pretty?” Megan whispered triumphantly as she settled onto the bed, shaking the world around me as she pulled a blanket up around their waists.

The gigantic redhead's pale fingers trailed along the other girl's massive form, before moving over to me and gently patting me on the head. “Not as cute as you, but definitely pretty.” She slowly pushed me down against the girl's skin, “Give her a kiss.”

Knowing better than to disobey, I pressed my own dry lips against the giantess's warm flesh. High above me, Megan let out a low pleasurable moan before she began to drag my body upward and along the curve of Kate's perky breasts. I squirmed but her fingers held me fast as I was forcibly pulled across her wide bumpy areola. Beneath me the living floor of Kate's body rumbled in response and the snores were momentarily interrupted.

With a deft flick my crotch was pummeled against the rapidly stiffening nipple and my face was shoved down against Kate's breast. Megan's fingers began to manipulate me at the same time my ears were filled with the sound of her own hand working her enormous womanhood. A loud groan filled the small dorm room and Kate's entire body shook beneath me as she woke up.

“What the hell?” The other girl responded, almost falling out of the bed.

Megan gripped me tighter and grabbed a hold of Kate's breast all in one easy motion. My neck was forced upward from the pressure and I watched as her pink lips pressed hard against Kate's. Her red mane mingled with Kate's chin length brown hair and for a moment the pair were lost in each other. Then the strong tattooed giantess pushed Megan away and repeated the question, “What the hell are you doing?”

My master simply stared back at her as she removed her hand from inside herself and traced it up Kate's body. “I'm just having a little more fun.”

Kate's big eyes blinked and she turned down to see me pressed against her breast. “Is... is that your slave?”

Megan lifted me off of the other girl and dangled me in front of her face. “I thought it was unfair that he only got to listen.” The redhead brought me back toward her own face and her lips enveloped me once again. “I normally let him join in on all my fun.”

“What?” I watched as the other giantess began to slowly pull herself out of the bed, one arm covering her breasts. “What... the actual fuck?”

Megan pouted. “You're not one of those... prudish girls that doesn't play with their slaves are you?”

“I don't have a slave and if I did, I wouldn't do that...”

“But they're so tiny,” Megan looked down at me, and she squinted her eyes as she tried to make sense of my small crotch. “And besides, we both know that big guys are completely useless. When you hold them in your hand though...”

Suddenly I was being dangled out into the air between the two giantesses, and bounced up and down by Megan's wrist, as if it somehow made me more enticing to Kate.

Before I could even process what happened, I found myself flying through the air, the sound of skin slapping against skin quickly catching up to me. “Ew, no!” Kate's voice boomed, just behind the slapping noise.

“Oh my God!”

I could barely process the concern in Megan's voice as I hit the ground, the pain unimaginable as I skidded and rolled across the harsh linoleum of her dorm room floor. I knew nothing was broken, it never was, but my eyesight was tunneling and stars were dancing in front of what remained. As I lay there, I was only dimly aware of the world shaking around me, and the angry argument going on high above my head.

When my head finally became clear, I found myself snuggled against Megan's heavy breast, her fingers running down my spine and her thunderous voice whispering quietly in my ears. I couldn't make out the words, I was too tired and hurt, but I found myself nuzzling her vast pale flesh.

The smell of her sweat and sex made me feel safe.

Loren bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming as Stacey's toes crushed her against the ball of the giant's foot and shoved her deep inside the girl's boat shoe. Outside her leather prison she could hear other giant women talking, but it became muffled as the enormous blonde started to walk. Stacey was angry, though Loren barely understood why. All that the tiny girl knew was that that anger would be taken out on her.

The blonde's steps were like an endless car wreck; Loren's tiny body pinned by the massive toes as the world around her seemed to spin while it rose and fell. Each time Stacey's foot hit the ground, she added an extra bit of force, knocking whatever meager amount of funky air Loren could breathe in right back out in a powerful huff. Loren's stomach was flipping and flopping inside of her and she could feel the coffee and toejam that filled it threatening to burst forth.

When Stacey's foot hit hardwood, the unyielding surface that meant they had entered the Sorority house, the shrunken girl could feel bile rising in her throat. Rather than let it spew out over her master's sweaty toes though, all she could do was swallow the burning sick back down, making her whole mouth taste even more foul.

The footfalls became softer and slower, though why Loren had no idea. In an attempt to both appease Stacey and rid herself of the taste of her own vomit, Loren brought her tongue against the underside of Stacey's big toe. Grime and sweat coated her entire mouth, and though Loren hated to admit it, the earthy leather taste was a thousand times better going down than coming back up. Closing her eyes, and breathing it in, Loren tried to imagine that the peaty footsweat was actually a fine scotch, something that others would kill to get their hands on.

The illusion ended quickly though as Stacey's second toe smashed into her breasts in a simple overpowering gesture of annoyance. Loren whimpered, and curled back against the dirty insole of Stacey's shoes, trying to figure out how licking the giant's feet had so quickly become a bad thing.

With the stomping over, she was just barely able to make sense of Stacey, “... something about ice?”

“Oh that was so nice of Kate!” Called out the voice of Julie, the Sorority President. Loren had known the girl before she had been shrunk. She was a smart and driven Physics major who had been taking a few of the upper level chemistry courses for reasons the now tiny girl could never make sense of. “I don't remember mentioning it to her but she must have overheard me saying it.”

The huge toes cinched around Loren's body and squeezed causing the tiny woman to involuntarily cry out. As tears flowed down her cheeks, the only solace Loren found was that there was no way either giant woman heard her through the shoe. “Yeah,” Stacey barely hid her bitterness, “Kate's so nice like that.”

“Anyway, would it be too much trouble if you picked up a few more bags of ice...” Julie trailed off for a moment, and Loren could see the giant woman twisting her foot back and forth in thought in her mind's eye. It had always seemed like such an innocuous gesture when they had been the same size, but now Loren knew why she really did it. Julie kept a small man chained up to her foot almost all the time. In the labs, when she wore closed toed shoes, she would crush him beneath her foot, but now in the safety of the house, he was no doubt flying back and forth across the floor. “Oh, that's right!” Loren could feel Julie punctuate the statement with a trademark stomp. “Some of those gluten-free buns. Apparently a lot of the older sisters are gluten-free now, which is so cool but none of them thought to mention it on the forms we emailed them.”

Loren yelped as Stacey's toes gripped her once again. With her pearls and her designer clothes, Stacey always seemed like she was a Sorority stereotype, but she was also a real Southern gal who didn't believe in vegetarianism. Vegans earned the giant woman's scorn, but for some reason people who chose to be gluten-free bothered her even more. “Sure thing, Julie. If you need anything else, just text me.”

“Okie doke!” The other giantess's voice was bright and cheery, though whether it was because she didn't notice or simply didn't care about Stacey's frustration, the tiny girl in the shoe couldn't tell.

Before Loren could give the question any more thought, Stacey was stomping off again. The hardwood gave way to brick and then finally asphalt as Stacey walked to her car. The door opened with a thunderous roar and was slammed shut with an equally jarring noise. Loren was crushed between the giant girl's foot and insole as the blonde let out her anger with a few more quick stomps.

With stars still swimming in her vision, Loren felt the whole world rock back and forth as Stacey wormed her foot from the shoe. The tiny girl was momentarily blinded by the dim light beneath the steering wheel and her body cooled off instantly as it hit the cold air. Loren stuck to Stacey's sweaty sole, her body not even starting to peel off as the foot was flipped upward so she could gaze at Stacey's annoyed visage. “You're fucking useless, you tiny little bitch.”

Thick fingers came down and pinched Loren at the waist, squeezing her enough to produce an involuntary shout of pain. “God, can you not even stay quiet?!” Stacey barked down at the tiny woman as she threw her down into a cupholder, where crumbs and an old well worn penny immediately stuck to her sweaty skin. Loud music blasted from the girl's speakers as she turned on the engine, leaving her tiny slave to simply lay in the filth of the cupholder, beaten and ignored.

The car blasted off, and the force of it pinned Loren to the plastic behind her. Her skin stayed stuck thanks to the layer of sweat that coated her body, practically fusing herself to the giant's car like she was just another thing. Of course, Loren reminded herself, she was just another one of Stacey's things. No different than her phone or the cigarette the giant woman lit up to calm her nerves.

Loren simply watched as Stacey lit the tip of the cigarette with practiced ease. It blossomed a bright cherry red as she inhaled, and Loren found herself licking her lips, envious once again of one of the simple pleasures that she was no longer able to indulge in. The tiny woman had never been a smoker like Stacey, who went through a pack on a slow day, but the feeling of the cigarette smoke filling her lungs and coating her mouth was something that was hard to forget. As the scent filled her nostrils, Loren desperately wished that she could be allowed to huff on the massive paper tube, even if the thin stick was about as wide as her head was.

Ashes caused pain the flare across her skin as Stacey casually flicked them in her direction. Loren tried to wipe them off but she found the sweat kept them in place. The ash cooled quickly but she was still left with bright pink skin, and a strong burning sensation, where they had stuck. Loren took quick deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself. At her shrunken size, she had found that while permanent damage was hard to inflict, the pain was far worse than anyone would expect.

When the second dusting came she bit her lip and smashed her tiny fists against the plastic of the cupholder. Luckily, no more little flicks were sent her way. Between Stacey's terrible bubblegum pop music blaring, the cigarette, and the act of driving, her titanic frustration melted away. All Loren could do was sit there, staring up at her while she tried to figure out what new punishment would rain down from her master next.

The engine cut off, and Stacey was out the door of her car in a flash, leaving Loren to simply wait there. At first, the reprieve from Stacey was like a God send, Loren was able to relax and her tense muscles were able to actually unclench. Then she began to feel the temperature of the car rise slowly but surely. The warm and muggy autumns that plagued their college town meant that tiny Loren was as bad off in the car as any other animal would be. Sweat began to pour out of her skin and her mouth became dry a few minutes later.

Loren smacked her lips together while she tried to stay awake. She had no clue how much time was passing her by, the car's clock was far out of her view, but she knew that she had been sitting in there for a while if it was getting this hot. With shaking limbs she pulled herself to a standing position in an attempt to look around and try to find a discarded bottle of water or an old coffee cup.

Something.

When she finally managed to lift herself to her feet, Loren found herself plunged in shadow though strangely not from the driver's side. Gazing skyward, she saw a broad and imposing chest fill the window. The door unlocked with a loud click before it swung up revealing the enormous body of a giant man. Loren hit the deck of the cupholder as the driver's side door was swung open.

“Thanks again for the ride,” the man's voice was powerful, far deeper and louder than Stacey's or any of the other sorority sisters. It was so strong that it made Loren's tiny body quiver in fear, she had only encountered giant men in very brief windows when they picked Stacey up or dropped her off at her room.

“It's no problem, I can't believe they'd send you all the way out here even when you don't have a car.”

“I drew the short straw,” his deep bass-filled laugh was something Loren felt in her chest more than heard. “I hate to admit it, but I was sweating my balls off on the way over here. Really wasn't looking forward to walking back to campus with two twenty-racks.”

“It's alright, I'm glad I could help.” Loren watched as high above her Stacey leaned over and kissed the giant on the cheek. She lingered there for a moment longer and Loren watched as a massive arm reached out, muscles flexing beneath tan skin as the giant wrapped an arm around her.

The sound of huge lips parting and tongues rolling against each other filled Loren's ears as the two made out. She knew that while Stacey wasn't 'popular' like her little, Jennifer, the girl still had needs. More than needs from what Loren had been able to piece together. Stacey never masturbated and she had never brought a man into her room, even though she now had a single, but the blonde had no problem saying when she wanted a man, which was always more frequently than her slave expected. From what Loren could tell through drawers, shoes, and hiding places, Stacey's type was big, muscular, and in a fraternity. There seemed to be few requirements beyond that.

The pair broke apart and the man let out a hungry growl, that was matched by Stacey's own throaty moan of pleasure. “Let's go somewhere a little more private.”

The huge manly paw stroked her shoulder, “Sure your sisters won't mind?”

“Fuck 'em.”

Loren watched as the thick tanned hand was gripped by Stacey's relatively small and delicate fingers before being guided down to her thigh. It rested there while Stacey drove, the two giants silent as the giant's enormous forearm glided in and out of Loren's constricted view, implying he was rubbing... something.

The car came to an abrupt halt, though Stacey didn't kill the engine, instead turning up the radio and cranking the air conditioning before she clambered over the middle console. The whole car rocked as the giant shifted his seat, and his huge belt was undone with a loud clink. “Wow,” Stacey's breathless voice filled Loren's ears.

Then a deep rumbling chuckled shook her chest, “Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, not at all,” a loud sucking noise succeeded Stacey's words, and then was met with a bone shuddering moan of pleasure from the giant. Above the shaking slave, Stacey's body stretched and flexed as she sucked the giant frat boy's no doubt massive organ. The huge forearm filled Loren's vision again as he gripped the driver's seat, thick veins bulging against his skin.

Curiosity quickly got the better of the shrunken girl and she pulled herself to a standing position so she could watch. Her jaw opened as she took in the half-shirtless Fraternity God in the passenger seat. One big mitt was on the back of Stacey's head, the tan digits running through her short platinum locks while the knuckles of his other hand turned white against the driver's seat. One of her owner's hands were cupped around a pair of balls that Loren swore could crush her while the other had pushed up the giant's shirt, revealing a well etched six pack that was blessed with a thin wispy treasure trail her thick fingers kept running up and down.

As the giantess's head pulled up though, light caught the glistening member itself. The fleshy monolith rose twice as high as Loren was tall, and looked just wider than three of her standing shoulder to shoulder. The thick monstrosity was pulsing and clenching as the giant clearly tried to hold back for what Loren could tell was the ride of his dick's life. Stacey's huge tongue went up and down it, curling around the thick cock like it was an anaconda climbing a redwood.

“I'm going to come!” The giant roared, the voice so strong that Loren actually had to take a step back. Stacey's lips braced around the base of the shaft as the giant let loose. Even from the cupholder, Loren could see the displeasure cross her master's face, the thick gooey semen no doubt tasting foul.

After only a few pumps, the blonde giantess pulled back, swung over Loren with surprising speed, and kicked open the door. The sound of gagging and spitting filled the tiny girl's ears as her master roared with displeasure behind her. In front of her, she watched as the giant caught what remained of his seed in a fistful of old fast food napkins that were laying on the dashboard.

He lay there, a spent titan, for almost a minute before he wiped himself clean and tucked the deflating obelisk back into his pants. Again that huge paw reached over and rubbed across Stacey's back. “Sorry, not a lot of fruit at the house this week. You know how it is, Homecoming's all burgers and beer.”

The crappy apology sent a shiver down Loren's spine, the annoyance it would fill Stacey with no doubt something that would be taken out on her later. “It's ok,” the giantess's voice was surprisingly soft as she pulled herself back into the car. She leaned over, and Loren watched as the pair kissed. Much to the giant's credit, he didn't pull away and in fact parted his lips to accept Stacey's semen coated tongue. The pair were joined at the lips for a few moments more before Stacey gently pushed him away. “Do you mind if I let you out here, I really should get back... ice, you know?”

“Yeah, just what about...” He looked down at her body, a grin on his face.

Stacey's big pink lips broke into a wide smile. “Later,” another peck on the man's lips, “Tonight. I'll text you.”

“Ok, wear something sexy.” He let out a low growl before pressing his lips against hers one last time.

“Don't wear anything,” Stacey's voice was happy and excited as she leaned over to slap her gigantic Frat God on his firm ass.

The car rattled as the man got out and retrieved his cheap beer from the trunk. Loren's eyes were stuck on Stacey though, her skin glowing as her fingers trailed across her pearls, a huge smile on her face. At that moment it struck Loren that if Stacey's man was a Fraternity God, that made Stacey a Sorority Goddess. An all powerful entity of rich femininity that completely ruled her tiny existence. Loren found herself awestruck by the thought, then she began to cower as that Divine Countenance was turned toward her.

The smile faded and was replaced with annoyance.

Stacey's huge fingers came down and wrapped around her with ease before dumping her in front of the chocolate colored boat shoe. Marring the perfectly maintained leather were a few globs of bright white ejaculate, rapidly cooling and threatening to stain Stacey's precious footwear. “There was some splash back,” the giant blonde announced as she shifted gears, “So eat up, dyke, cause my man's jizz is your meal for the day.”

Whimpering Loren turned away from Stacey and faced the huge shoe. The engine roared above her and she was sent directly into the well worn leather. The smell of salty semen filled her nostrils and her stomach threatened to revolt once again. Faced with no other choice she dragged her tongue across the leather until it met the cold chewy goop. The gruel-like substance hard to swallow, and Loren tried to tell herself that it was a fine cheese that no one else could afford but her. However, there was no way to get around the foul saltiness of it.

She gagged but pressed on, knowing that there would be no reprieve.

By the time she finished, she realized that the engine had been cut off long ago and Stacey was simply sitting above her, smoking and watching her work. The glow was still there and the smile had returned as she watched the slave lap up her apparently new boyfriend's semen. Loren watched as Stacey's toes wiggled just over the edge of driver's seat, and noticed that the shoe was deflated without her master's foot occupying it. She had been so absorbed with her disgusting task that she hadn't even noticed Stacey slipping the shoe off.

“All done?”

Loren simply gazed up at Stacey, uncertain how to respond.

“Then get back where you belong, slave.” Stacey punctuated the sentence by flicking her cigarette out the window and putting her sunglasses on.

Loren felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and her shoulders slump with defeat as she clambered over the girl's huge footwear. She tumbled down onto the damp insole and crawled to the toe section. Soon enough, Stacey's huge foot and the thick toes crushed down against her cold skin. The giant's body heat made her start to sweat, and before she could be ordered, Loren dragged her tongue against Stacey's toes, happy to have the footsweat to drown out the flavor of the cold ejaculate.

Stacey wasn't merely her owner or her master, she was a Goddess, and she ruled Loren's life.

Mike's entire world seemed to shake as Jennifer laughed, her heavy breasts bouncing against his tired skin as she leaned back in her chair. Through the thin material of her white blouse he could see Lyn McKenna's slightly smaller breasts gently swaying in her own top as she laughed. The pair of them had spent most of the afternoon together, joking and laughing before retiring to the Sorority house.

Kate was nowhere to be seen, and Mike was left to sit between Jennifer's slightly perspiring breasts. At first, the position had been comfortable and he had even managed to fall in and out of a peaceful sleep. Now though, as the day wore on, he found that his legs were going numb from the heavy weight of Jennifer's flesh and the faint trickles of sweat running down her body were starting to coat him in a musty mist.

The tiny man gagged as another small blob of her sweat splashed against his face, momentarily filling his mouth and nostrils with its noxious taste. He tried to squirm away but there was no way Mike could ever hope to move the mountainous tits that surrounded him. All his efforts got him was a mouthful of tan flesh.

“Hold on, I think someone wants to come out and play.” Jennifer's voice shook Mike's bones and the playful excitement in it made him more nervous than usual.

The buttons of her blouse opened with loud snaps, her huge fingers popping them apart with ease before they gripped his shoulders. Pain shot down his arms and chest before his legs were overwhelmed by a strong pins and needles feeling. Mike panted and bit his lip as he was lifted high up into the air in front of Jennifer's smiling face. Her huge pink lips were parted to reveal her bright white teeth, but it was the light in her dark blue eyes that made him flinch slightly. In all of the time he had been her slave, Mike couldn't remember her ever looking at him like that.

“Oh, I completely forgot he was in there. Here, let me take a look at him.”

Before Mike could even squeak in protest, he was passed off like a toy to Kate's mother. The older woman smirked as she took him into her soft palm, her thumb gentle but strong as she pushed him exactly where she wanted him. The thick digit ran over his body, like she was petting him, before lingering ever so softly on his shrunken genitalia. As she looked him over, he watched the wrinkles around her soft brown eyes bunch up as she smiled.

She lifted a huge cup to her lips and took what he assumed was a dainty sip of punch that to his tiny ears sounded like an industrial vacuum pump. “Aren't you just a cute little thing?” He started to wriggle away, feeling uncomfortable beneath her appraising gaze, but her thumb just settled on top of him, easily pinning him against her soft palm.

Lyn's gaze returned to her younger companion before she continued, “It has been so long since I've held a nice young buck like this in my hand. Mhm, I swear, some days when I see my younger daughter's not-so-little friends I think about it.” Her house sized face became wistful and Mike couldn't help but fear for whatever young neighbor the giantess watched as he mowed lawns.

Jennifer gave an embarrassed laugh, covering it up as best as she could with a sip from her own drink. “Really?”

“Oh yes,” the giantess leaned back, and her fingers continued to curl around Mike, carefully manipulating him as her thumb explored his tiny body. “I mean, I love my husband and when he was in his prime... but God. I swear we must be putting something in the water these days. We didn't have these chiseled hairless beefcakes running around when I was young. I don't know how you girls can stand it.”

As she spoke, the older woman leaned back in her seat and Mike could feel the shiver run down her body. One huge leg crossed over the other and he watched as her thick wedge sandal dangled off of her twisting, flexing foot. A powerful quake ran down the woman's arm and into Mike's tiny body as she slammed her elbow down against the arm of her chair. Once she made herself comfortable, Lyn McKenna began to run her fingers over his body in earnest, treating him like he was some kind of sexy silly putty. Gone were the gentle caresses of earlier that afternoon, replaced by simple and enormous frustration.

“Would you really shrink more slaves?” Something about the young blonde's tone was off to Mike, though as his body was contorted by the enormous woman's fingers he couldn't begin to guess why.

“Oh in a heartbeat. The Bitch is getting old and one of these days we're just going to have to get rid of him but even if we weren't,” huge white teeth bit down onto barely colored lips, “I would love to have a whole team of tiny little beefcakes running around at my feet; polishing my heels, filing my nails, massaging them after a long day. And my daughters deserve that kind of treatment too, some of those boys my youngest hangs around with...” A look of momentary disgust crossed the woman's face, “They're only good for one thing.”

The powerful fingers suddenly stopped, pinning Mike in an awkward and painful position. He could see Jennifer through the woman's fingers, her eyes lingering on her tiny slave while a proud arrogant smile spread across her face. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Like, there are these guys that are always looking at me and stuff. I know what they're thinking but like, nope.” She shook her head back and forth, giggling the whole time before she jerked her chin in Mike's direction, “He was like that. I could always feel his eyes on my butt when he jogged by.”

Both giantesses laughed at the thought, and Mike suddenly felt much smaller than he was. He tried to think back to when he would jog past Jennifer, tried to imagine what it was like to be taller than her but nothing came back to him. Whenever he thought of her, he could only imagine her as enormous parts that made up an intimidating whole. She was his owner, and the master of his entire life.

Mike was set down on the table with an affectionate but pitying pat from Lyn before she lifted her punch back up to her lips. “Mhm, the Bitch was the same way,” she chimed in before softly smacking him with her fingers, compelling him back to Jennifer across the table.

Pushing himself to a standing position caused his sore muscles to scream in protest, but Mike did it anyway. He began to limp toward Jennifer, his legs still overcome by pins and needles from having been asleep inside her ample cleavage. Gazing up at the blonde, he noticed her attention was almost entirely on Mrs. McKenna and nowhere else. Slowly, Mike started to limp toward the edge of the table, not because he thought he could escape but because he didn't want to walk right back into the belly of the beast.

“He was this nerdy little TA in some... lecture class, I can't even remember what it was, which is strange because I don't remember taking many while I was here.” The giant woman mused on it for a second before shaking her head, causing her thick brown hair to bounce around her shoulders in luxurious waves. “It had to have been some introductory course, probably some science or math that I had to take. He seemed that type now that I think about it, all spindly bones and acne scars. That must have been what it was. Anyway, I knew he had a crush on me, and it was unbearable because well, can you imagine a man like that stepping foot inside this house?”

Both women roared with laughter while Mike settled down on the table edge, taking in the remains of the backyard picnic. Most of it had been cleared away, though seemingly a hundred miles away was a small table filled with covered dishes piled high with meat, buns, and a few remaining trays of baked goods. The tiny man licked his lips while his stomach growled, he hadn't eaten anything all day. Far from a rare occasion for him but no matter how often it happened, it was never easy.

“I went to visit him at the very end of his office hours and I put on this little show, you know, making a big to do of it. I think I actually knocked everything off his pathetic little desk, just scattered papers and pens across his tiny broom closet of an office. When I think about it now, I mean, he already seemed so small in comparison to everyone else. And no one cared about him after he disappeared. He really was an insignificant little bug of a man.”

The sun was setting, and there weren't many sisters left outside. The few that remained were like Jennifer and Mrs. McKenna, a mixture of generations swapping stories about their times in college. Without strain, Mike was able to pick out other conversations, and was surprised to find out that more people were talking about their actual time at school rather than their many triumphs over now shrunken men. One older woman was talking about getting in to law school, but her words were drowned out by Lyn's ring hand smacking down only a few feet from him.

“Just like that he was smaller than my foot. He shivered down on the ground, terrified of me and I can't begin to tell you how good it felt. This pathetic boy who had probably spent countless nights tugging his little pecker thinking about me was now mine, body and soul. I actually called him bitch that night...”

“No!”

“Yes, yes I did. I said, 'Come here and kiss my shoes, bitch.' And he looked so scandalized, because no one used a word like that back then, but I just slammed my foot, looked down at him and he came running. He practically slobbered all over my heels.”

“What'd you do then?”

“I think I put him in my purse and went on a date.” Her laugh was harsh and short, just like her daughter's.

“That's so cool!” Jennifer giggled, and Mike could suddenly feel her gaze on him, “I've never taken him on a date, but I've made sure he knows he's nothing like the men in my life.”

“Good, that's how it should be. I remember the first night I introduced my husband to the Bitch, it was like he had been commanding him for the thing's entire life. It was perfect.”

Jennifer let out a throaty noise of assent, and then her huge face leaned forward. Mike could feel her rum-soaked breath as her mouth hung open above him, the warm boozy air wafting across his skin, “Whacha looking at, little guy?”

“I bet he's trying to get a look at your feet,” Lyn's hand came down and plucked Mike up with practiced ease. “All of these tiny men love feet.”

“Oh God, I know, he said he likes the taste of my insoles!”

Mike shivered as the pair continued to joke about shrunken men loving feet. Lyn went on about how 'the Bitch' would lick her family's shoes clean, and massage their soles without them even having to say a word. As the giant woman spoke she dropped him directly in front of Jennifer's big pedicured feet, the bronze toes wiggling with anticipation.

He knew what she wanted without her having to command him.

Mike crawled forward on his hands and knees and dragged his tongue across her funky feet. The chemical fruit flavor of her body wash still lingered on her skin, mixing with the barnyard funk of fresh footsweat, and a soft earthy flavor that was no doubt actual dirt that had been kicked up throughout their day of walking around campus. He grimaced at the taste but choked it down, the small flakes of dead skin and dirt helping to abate his hunger pains.

High above him the pair were still talking.

“Have you met any nice boys here at school, Jennifer?” Mrs. McKenna's huge wedge heels landed with powerful quakes, and Mike watched her thick toes wiggle in the freshly cut grass.

Jennifer's powerful foot moved forward and his face was buried between her third and fourth toe as she thought about the question. “Not really, I meet a lot of cute guys but... I don't know.”

“It's hard,” Lyn's voice seemed disappointed and Mike's world shuddered.

Prying himself from between Jennifer's toes he found himself in the shadow of the older woman's feet, the pair crossed at the ankles. Her soles were immaculate, the skin freshly scrubbed and clean of any dirt or grime despite how much she had walked that day. Looking back at Jennifer's powerful peds, Mike wondered if one day he would be expected to make hers look like Lyn's.

“I had similar experiences in college. At first, you meet a lot of nice men but eventually...” her voice grew bored and he watched as the huge soles flexed and wrinkled high above him. “You realize they're not worth the time. Most of them aren't ready to commit and if men aren't ready to commit than all they really want is one thing.” The older woman's toes scrunched and rubbed against each other, her voice heavy with disgust. “And what's the point of that if there's nothing else to go along with it.”

Mike was knocked back onto the ground and watched as Jennifer's foot slipped out of her flip flop. He didn't even have time to get up onto his feet before the sandal's thongs were crushed beneath her arch and his body was trapped between the ball of her foot and her toes. The flesh colored boulders flexed and wiggled on top of him while her funky foot sweat began to coat his skin.

“I don't know,” Jennifer's voice was quiet and tight, “I mean, I... I like...” She coughed loudly and her toes nervously crushed in around Mike, sweat pouring into his mouth.

“Oh, oh God, Jenny,” Mrs. McKenna sounded concerned and through the crevices of his giant owners toes, he could see her sit up. “You shouldn't feel bad about enjoying things like that, I just meant..” she sighed loudly, “I meant that girls like you shouldn't have to think they only have one option around here. I thought that for a long time if I wanted to, well, if I wanted to feel good I'd have to go out with these guys who would never think about going steady or dating me exclusively or whatever you want to call it.”

“Oh,” the toes stopped crushing Mike's body. He lay there, staring out at the underside of a picnic table through her big and second toe. Just as he started to wiggle out from underneath her foot, Jennifer clamped down on him again, “So, like, how did you meet your husband? Like, how did you know...”

Lyn laughed again, it was a warmer sound, far different from the harsh cutting noise her daughter produced, “My husband and I met after college, we were both working in Richmond and well, I knew because he was different, it's... hard to explain.”

Jennifer's feet were still sweating, and the dirt and grime from the day was beginning to cover Mike's tiny body as she rolled her foot back and forth over him, crushing him between her foot and the cool grass. “Then what did you do in college? If you weren't...” The foot then suddenly stopped, and Mike found himself half on the grass and half on the soiled insole of Jennifer's flip flop. “Oh my God, you didn't?”

“It's not like they're really men anymore, Jenny,” Lyn's voice was calm and satisfied.

Jennifer giggled, “But.. that's...”

“Perfectly natural. God, if I hadn't had the Bitch to get me through my time here I'd have probably had a very very different reputation at the end of it.”

The giggles continued and Mike could feel the pressure increase as he was dragged onto the flip flop. Jennifer pressed him down into it, the ball of her foot grinding on to his chest. “Y-y-you just used him...” she couldn't finish the sentence she was giggling so much.

“Of course, some days I would just carry him around in there. I still do, and so does my husband.”

Pain exploded across Mike's chest and he could hear the world shake as Jennifer smacked her hand onto the table, “No!”

“Yes. He says it's a huge confidence boost to feel the Bitch wriggling around down there.”

“But they're so tiny.”

“That's the point, dear. What are they going to do?”

“I never thought about it like that,” Jennifer giggled, and Mike's vision was starting to tunnel. He had never heard her so giddy, and he had never felt her pushing down on his small body with such strength. Desperately he tried to swing his arm up and hit the arch of her foot, but the wrinkled tan flesh seemed to only get farther and farther away.

“Little men are ours, Jenny. Completely. We can do whatever we want with them, and it's our right to take them in any way we want. That little guy is yours for life. You already share him with your Sisters but eventually you'll share him with your husband and when they're old enough you'll share him with your children. He'll be your family's servant to do whatever they want with but for right now, he's all yours.”

Mike felt his life flash before his eyes, but not the one he had lived, the distant days when he was taller than the girl whose foot was crushing him, but the one he would lead from this day forward. Jennifer towering over him as he polished a pair of white heels on her wedding day, being trapped with a bus-sized dick when her husband had a big day at the office, and being belittled by Jennifer's kids before they went out to some high school house party. His whole body started to shake as Jennifer's toes gently pushed him off the flip flop and her foot settled back on the thin insole.

He lay on the grass trying to take in deep breaths but none would come.

The world rumbled, and he heard the Sorority president saying something, but the words were nothing more than thunder. Mrs. McKenna's huge feet slipped back into her towering wedge sandals. Then Jennifer's huge face and long tanned fingers came down beneath the table. The huge pink lips were moving, turning upward in a smile, but Mike couldn't process any of it.

Instead, everything just went black.

I trembled as Kate's fingers wrapped around my body, squeezing me tightly as she fell into step beside Megan. A thick thumb pushed down on my head, and Kate's grip loosened just enough so that she could shove me completely into her palm. I yelped and tried to squirm but she was far too strong for me to fight against. The world went dark, and I found myself sweating within the girl's floral scented palm.

With every step I was pressed into her skin, the campus falling away quickly as the pair walked back to Megan's hotel with barely any words spoken between them. Sweat poured down my body, mingling with Kate's, and all I could think about was how hard she had smacked me away a year earlier. The look of disgust on her billboard sized face was burned into my memory and I was terrified that she would just start squeezing harder and harder as she walked.

Except that it never came.

She held me expertly in her hand, barely any of the late afternoon sunlight creeping through into her fist. While there was no escape for me, I wasn't actually uncomfortable, my body wasn't being crushed. For a girl who didn't have a slave, Kate was astonishingly good at holding shrunken men.

An automatic door slid open and the temperature dropped at least a dozen degrees. The light sheen of sweat on the inside of Kate's palm cooled, which caused my body to shiver within the prison of her fingers. A loud beep pierced the seemingly eternal silence, and the two giant women walked through a heavy hotel door before letting it slam shut behind them.

After what had seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than ten or fifteen minutes, the world tipped forward, Kate's fingers opened up, and I was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. I screamed in terror but the fall was shorter than I realized. Only her tanned shins blurred by me before I landed in a heap on the rough carpet and found myself craning my neck back to stare up at the enormous co-ed.

My eyes ran past the fashionable oxfords on her feet, up her long athletic legs, and the matching black outfit, to the sneer plastered across her enormous face. She lifted her right foot, and the bright aqua sole of her black suede shoe loomed above me. Despite the discomfort in my body, I scrambled away and the foot crashed onto the ground behind me, while a curt laugh rang out across the room.

The whole floor rumbled and Megan's voice thundered, “What are you doing to him?”

The sheer force of the redhead's steps kept me pinned to the floor and I watched as the shoes I had been riding in just a few hours earlier came into view. Megan squatted down over me before scooping me up into her hands and clutching me to her breast. I could barely breathe as her pale hands crushed me against her blouse, and she turned to look back at Kate, “What? You were just going to step on him?”

The other girl groaned in frustration, “Megan, I was just...”

“Just what?” She rose quickly and I swore I left my stomach on the floor below.

Before another word could be spoken, Megan's hand was pressed harder against my body, and I was plunged in darkness. The black linen of Kate's shirt engulfed me and high above I could hear the them kissing. I, along with Megan's hand, slid out from between them and I was pressed bodily into the tight material of Kate's shorts, buried into her taut ass flesh.

The pair started to pull apart, but Megan's hand still lingered on Kate's butt cheek, and I was squeezed as she grabbed a handful of the girl's backside. “I was just playing with him,” Kate whispered sweetly, swaying her hips as I was ground into her body by Megan's strong fingers, “I wanted to show you that, I don't know... I-I'm sorry I freaked out last year.” The giant girl stepped forward and for a second I was able to catch my breath before Megan placed me gently on Kate's hip, her fingertips gripping onto the girl's waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

I could feel the words vibrate more than hear them as the two giantesses fell onto the hotel bed, their bodies still entwined. Megan released me onto the small of Kate's back, while each of her hands rested on the giant's respective butt cheeks. I could feel a low moan erupt in Kate's chest, and I watched as her back leveled out as she kissed Megan deeply.

A huge pale hand flew down from the girl's tight bottom and knocked me flat as the long thin digits explored Kate's body. “I've been, like, stalking you on Facebook,” Megan finally said and I watched as her fingers pinched the girl's shirt and yanked it from the waistband of her shorts. “You looked hot in all that hiking gear.”

Kate giggled, “No I didn't. I was a fucking mess.”

I was tossed about as Megan's hand ran up the back of the dark blouse, and settled somewhere between Kate's shoulder blades. Loud kissing noises filled my ears as I rolled down off of the giant woman's hip and crashed into the comforter. I instantly found myself being sucked down against Megan's body as if by gravity itself. Their combined weight on the bed was so strong that I knew there was no hope of getting away from them.

Instead, I just stared up in awe as their two monumental bodies laid on top of each other, the sheer scale of it mesmerizing.

“I thought you looked hot,” was the redhead's reply as I listened to her unhook Kate's bra.

The other giant let out an excited yelp, and she pushed herself up, rising like a black and tan skyscraper above my head. She began to unbutton her blouse, and her knees drove into the bed just a few feet away, which at least helped to level out the valley I had fallen into. I scrambled away as best as I could, but I found myself turning around every few seconds to watch as Kate slowly removed her shirt.

She started from the bottom, revealing a flat stomach with the barest hint of ab definition, and slowly worked her way up. All the while, Megan's milky fingers were digging into her hips, playing with the button fly on the girl's shorts. A quick smack sent Megan's hungry fingers back around Kate's waist where they started to prowl toward her fly again, just a few seconds later.

Kate stopped just as she reached her breasts, and teasingly smirked down at Megan.

One of her huge hands came down and twirled a long red curl around her tanned finger.

“Does that make me weird?” Megan asked, and for the first time I could remember, the giant redhead sounded almost vulnerable.

Kate shook her head, “Not at all.”

The tanned fingers drifted down Megan's side, and I watched as Kate pulled her flowing blouse up revealing the massive creamy field of Megan's body along with her light colored bra. Megan pushed herself off the bed to make it easier for Kate to undress her while at the same time causing me to stumble back toward her waist. The world shifting ended as abruptly as it had begun when Megan fell back to the bed with a giggle.

“I have totally thought about messaging you, like, at least once a week.” Kate finally replied as she undid the front clasp of Megan's bra. She yanked the fabric out from beneath the redhead with a flourish and flung it away. One hand grabbed onto Megan's breast while the other undid the rest of her blouses buttons. I watched as the perfectly manicured nails flashed against the lamplight, her fingers teasing Megan's huge nipples to attention.

Megan only offered a pleasure filled moan in response as Kate's hand drifted south, and flicked her stomach. I always thought of Megan's stomach as being a vast flat expanse, but now in comparison to Kate's rock hard runner's body, I could see the extra bit of flab that was hanging off of her, certainly imperceptible to anyone else but something Kate was clearly having fun with. “I love those fucking cute little blazers you wear to work, but you know what I miss?”

“What?”

“Your big black boots.” Kate leaned down and I watched as the pair shared a long passionate kiss.

Megan nodded as they came up for air, “I miss wearing them too, but it'll be cold soon so I'll probably get the chance.”

Kate nuzzled Megan's long neck, her fingers playing with the girl's curls as she peppered her skin with kisses. “I just want to see you wearing them and nothing else.”

“Well, you always could, all you had to do was ask.”

Kate's dark brown eyes settled on me, and a brief look of disgust crossed her face, but then she smiled. Her huge hand stretched out and she grabbed me before I could even hope to get away.

I yelped in pain as I was lifted high into the air and dangled above their heads.

Megan giggled as I flailed in Kate's grip, “Oh, I completely forgot he was there.”

She lifted a cupped hand up toward me, but Kate wrapped her fist around me at the last possible moment.

“Hey!” Megan cried.

“Nuh-uh, I want to talk about this little guy.”

“Kate, just put him down.”

I couldn't see anything from within my dark floral scented prison but for the first time since she picked me up, I could feel the immense power that the young college student wielded. Pressure bore down on me from every direction and I swore I could hear my joints creaking within my body. Slowly though, the force of her grip eased up and I felt myself being lowered.

When I could see again, I was on the vast field of Megan's stomach, watching it jiggle slightly from Kate's teasing fingers. I couldn't see Megan's face, her breasts easily obscuring it, but I could feel the sigh of relief that ran through her body as she felt me resting against her. “Thank you,” the words rumbled in my bones.

“I just, what's the deal with it?”

“He's my little guy.”

“But, why do you have to, like... why can't you just keep him in your closet or something?”

“He does go in my closet.”

“No, I mean, just...” the huge fingers clenched above me in frustration, “Why do you have to... you know?”

Megan giggled, “Didn't you grow up with a little slave?”

“Yes but what does that have to do with anything?”

Megan's body shifted beneath me, and all of a sudden I was being buried beneath Kate's tanned flesh as Megan pulled her close. “Ever since I was told the story of Jack and the Beanstalk I have been obsessed with little people. When I was a little kid I imagined, like, other kids in my classes wandering into my house all tiny and I'd chase them around, put them in cages, and eat them or whatever. Then, as I got older, what I did when I caught them got a bit different...” She giggled, “Ok, a lot different. And like, I dated people and stuff, but I don't know, it was never as good as I imagined it would be. Then I got to college, I joined the sorority, and God, it was a literal dream come true but because I played with the little slaves differently from everyone I wasn't allowed to have one until I got my hands on this little guy.”

Huge fingers dug beneath Kate's hard flesh and yanked me out. Megan gently carried me up to her soft breasts where I was laid down in front of Kate's enormous face. The other giantess's huge brown eyes settled on me, and I found myself backing away until Megan's long finger ran down my body. It was strange but I found the motion to actually be as soothing as it was intended to be.

“It took me a long time to get him like this, but now I know he loves me and he loves all the ways I use him. I can't imagine life without him, and I don't want to imagine a relationship with someone if they can't make use of him like I can.”

I found myself trembling beneath Megan's petting finger. She had explained why she wanted to do what she wanted to do to me before, but I had never realized just how integral to her life I was until that moment. Most unsettling of all, was that I did find myself pressing against her flesh and sucking in her scent at the same moment while my lips gently kissed the vast plain of humanity beneath me.

Kate's voice reverberated through Megan's body as she snuggled against the giant girl, “Alright, I... I can deal with that, I think.”

“Yeah?” Megan asked, and I found her fingers wrapping around me as she spoke. My body squirmed slightly as I was dragged southward but not toward her crotch, toward Kate's.

The other girl began turning away, but I watched as her powerful fingers went down and quickly unbuttoned her fly revealing black lace panties. Far away, I heard huge shoes clatter to the ground as the pair kicked them off. Kate's muscles flexed against her tight skin as she wiggled out of her shorts and panties in one go, revealing a neatly trimmed bush of dark black hair.

I watched as her hands sailed over me, and behind me I could hear Megan's thin belt being undone and the zipper of her fly being lowered. All I could do though was stare at the massive lips of Kate as they grew larger and then encompassed my entire vision as I was softly dragged against them. Wiry pubic hair brushed hard against me as I was dragged along the exteriors of the girl's huge folds. Long pale fingers played against bronzed flesh and then I was pushed deeply into the wet gaping maw of Kate's womanhood.

Within moments, all I could hear was the thunderous Godlike moans of the two giants as they played with my tiny body. By the time I was aware of anything besides sex, the world outside the hotel window was pitch black, and Kate's snores filled the room.

Loren screamed as her body slammed hard into the insole of Stacey's boat shoe. The giant sorority girl had finally returned to her room and the first thing she had done was kick off her shoes. Loren held on to the sweat soaked insole as her leathery prison flew through the air, the force of the petite giantess's simple kick was surprisingly not enough to keep her pinned against the grimy shoe. It landed and rolled twice before finally settling upon the floor.

The shrunken girl lay there, sucking in deep foul smelling breaths, while the world outside rumbled.

“Finally,” Stacey's voice rang out across the small dorm room as she moved about, each step causing the shoe to shudder, “I thought all that Sisterhood crap would never end.”

Bed springs screamed in protest as the enormous blonde collapsed onto her bed.

“And where the fuck was Megan?” She complained to the air. Loren knew that even though Stacey was speaking aloud, none of the questions were aimed at her. “She won't answer any of my texts.” The beeping of a phone was added to the mix as Stacey made herself more comfortable and the bed springs continued to creak beneath her.

“Today was just exhausting.”

Loren tried to stretch out and release the kinks in her miniature body that Stacey's toes had created but all she could do was whimper in pain. When she got back from the store, Stacey had been roped into meeting and greeting countless older alumni. Each successive encounter had made her pummel the shrunken girl harder and harder until Loren was barely conscious. She remembered Stacey sitting down at one point but that hadn't made things better, countless other sorority members both past and present had gotten up and started speaking. Loren could barely hear them through the leather because whenever Stacey got bored, which was thirty seconds into every speech, her thick toes would wrap around the shrunken girl and squeeze her like a stress ball before dropping her onto the damp insole.

“Slave, my feet are sore and they won't massage themselves.”

The tiny brunette bit her lip so hard she could actually taste a little blood.

“Get over here now you little dyke.”

The floor shook, but she knew Stacey hadn't actually risen from the bed. The all powerful Goddess had simply slammed her foot against the floor. One little slap of her bare foot was enough to shake Loren's whole world from what seemed like hundreds of yards away.

Her muscles burning in pain, Loren dragged herself down to the mouth of the shoe where light was peeking in to her musty prison. Stretching her arms up, she managed to pull herself to a standing position and gaze out into the world of Stacey's room. The boat shoes had landed at the edge of her closet, where a shoe rack towered high into the sky until it became shrouded by the girl's many shirts and skirts that hung on an unseen rack somewhere in the shadows. Looking out she could see Stacey's feet flat against the tile floor while her designer jean clad legs rose up to the bed where the giant girl was half-sitting and half-laying.

Again, Loren's tiny world shook and she watched Stacey's monolithic foot rise up and tap against the ground. “You don't want to make me get up,” Stacey warned, bouncing her heels across the ground as her phone beeped from a text alert.

With a deep breath, Loren vaulted out of the shoe's mouth and landed in a heap across the floor. Concentrating, she stood and shambled across the huge room to where Stacey's feet lay flat across the floor. Her nails were still shining and her skin was still pristine, but a mixture of leather and footsweat emanated from the huge appendages with a palpable force. The toes wiggled, and Loren collapsed against them before rubbing each one and licking it clean of dirt and sweat.

Stacey let out a moan of pleasure, as if the hour and a half she had spent talking to alumni had been a double shift waiting tables. The thick muscles that Loren felt beneath the girl's immense wrinkled sole were slack and smooth. There were no kinks that needed to be worked out, no parts that made the giant woman flinch back in pain, and there was certainly not a callus in sight. Still, Stacey cooed with relief as Loren worked the soles, all while she texted away on her phone.

Then the sound of a zipper being undone filled the room and Loren's tiny body froze.

Stacey grunted loudly and her feet pressed hard against the floor, causing Loren to jump away in surprise as she stared up at the immense sorority girl. The tiny girl remembered the giant once joke about using her like a dildo, but the look of disgust that had crossed her cherubic face had always made Loren think it was an impossibility. Now though, she found her whole body trembling as the denim pillars that were the giant woman's pant legs tumbled down to the floor. They landed in a heap around her huge feet and created a powerful gust that pinned Loren to the ground.

Calves bigger than a semi flexed as Stacey lifted one huge foot from the pile and kicked the other out in front of her. The tight designer jeans flew across the room as Stacey stood up to her full dizzying height. Next came her light polo, which was sent along the same arcing path as the pants before it landed across the mouth of her hamper. The blonde giantess stretched, her spine popping with a loud crack before she delicately fondled her pearls and scanned the floor with her bright blue eyes.

Loren cringed as the giant woman's eyes landed on her, and the blonde's lips turned up in a smile. “Is this what you think about every night, you little fucking dyke?”

Stacey took two slow steps forward, her hips swinging wide as she went. Loren watched as one finger plucked at a pair of striped cotton panties, the nails she manicured catching the light as they played against the fabric. Her jaw dropped as Stacey's feet landed around her and the Goddess-sized womanhood loomed high over her head, like a full moon.

The world grew darker as Stacey lazily lifted her foot over Loren, and the little girl barely had time to scream before it crashed down on to her. All of the air shot from her lungs as the Stacey rubbed the ball of her foot hard against her chest, painfully twisting her breasts and straining her sternum. Through the toes that still shone with Loren's saliva, she could see Stacey's giggling face, the sound being drowned out by the sheer pressure on her own body.

“Keep on dreaming,” each word was punctuated by a particularly painful twist.

And just like that Stacey was walking away to her closet.

Loren sucked in lungful after lungful of air while a terrified cold sweat ran down her chest. She rolled on to her belly to watch as Stacey casually pulled her hair up into a ponytail and appraised herself in a skyscraper-sized full length mirror. From within her closet she plucked out a button down shirt and slipped it on, followed by a tasteful navy cardigan, and a knee length skirt. She smiled at herself, clearly delighted with the ensemble, and didn't even glance back at her tiny slave as Loren cowered in the center of the floor.

Her huge hand reached into one of the immense shoe rack's countless cubbies and pulled out a pair of shiny golden flats with the barest hint of a heel. Stacey strolled back to where Loren lay, too sore to do anything but gawk in amazement at the woman who controlled her life, and dropped them. The shoe's landed mere inches from the shrunken girl, their hard soles creating a distinct snap against the dorm room floor.

They weren't scuffed but Loren knew that that meant little to Stacey.

Pushing herself up to her knees, she began lapping her tongue against the stiff walls of the flats and buffing their bright exterior till they started to truly shine. The ground shook as Stacey moved about her room, adding a bracelet to her wrist, a ring to one of her fingers, and a bright pair of earrings now that her hair was no longer concealing her ears. She smacked her lips together as she added a thin shimmering coat of gloss to them and finally turned to admire the small girl's handiwork.

“Passable,” she said with a sigh as she slipped her immense feet into the flats, and gave Loren a disappointed glance. Her phone buzzed loudly against her bed, and she answered it with a smile, “I'll be right out, baby.”

Ending the conversation with a press of a button, Stacey glanced down at her slave and the room around them, “I'll have to be up early for the parade tomorrow, dyke, and I'll be on my feet again all day, so make sure my sneakers will really shine. I swear, if you make Gamma Phi look bad, I'll make you so small I could lose you in my socks. Do you understand?”

Loren nodded meekly, unable to even look up at the enormous sorority girl.

“I said do you understand?”

Her huge foot clacked harshly against the floor, and Loren actually found herself jumping away in fright.

Swallowing the terror in her throat, Loren nodded again, and called back, “Y-yes.”

“Then get to it,” the toe of Stacey's flat rushed forward and kicked the small girl halfway across the room to her closet.

Loren hit the ground roughly and rolled another entire foot. Pain flared across her back and her limbs felt like lead, but all she could pay attention to were the shining gold shoes of Stacey as she walked out of the room for her date with the Fraternity God she had sucked off that afternoon. When Stacey left, Loren found herself rolling over to face the huge closet. She didn't have the strength to stand so she crawled toward the brightly colored sneakers that the girl wore when she wanted to appear casual.

The tiny girl wasn't sure how long it took her to reach them, but when she did, she set to work.

Loren knew better than to disobey a Goddess.

*

When Mike came to, he was back inside of the chicken wire cage in the center of Jennifer's dorm room. The room was dimly lit, with the only light coming from the combined power of Jennifer's laptop and desk lamp, and a small crack in the door. He listened for Kate's loud snores or Jennifer's slow deep breaths but instead found only the low hum of a hard drive.

He looked around the darkness but only spotted the girls' running shoes, their mouths stuffed with sweaty athletic socks from their morning run. He walked to the edge of his cage and looked out, wondering where his enormous captors had gone.

Then the ground rumbled, and light from the hallway spilled in as Jennifer returned.

She had changed into baggy pajamas bottoms and an old t-shirt, her bare feet slapped loudly against the wooden floor as the frayed end of the pant legs dragged behind them. Jennifer kicked the door closed with a resounding boom and she fiddled with the phone in her hands. Her dark blue eyes scanned the bright screen and a strange smirk played across her lips as she walked deeper into the room.

The enormous blonde stopped with her feet on either side of Mike's tiny cage, and her gaze shifted from her phone to him. Her lips parted into a toothy smile as she slipped her phone into the pocket of her pajamas and squatted down over him. Long tan fingers played across the wire cage, and Mike found himself backing away from the gigantic girl.

“Kate's actually hooking up with someone tonight, can you believe that, little guy?”

Mike was surprised by how much the question felt like a punch in the gut. He had found her absence all day strange, but the idea that she had been out looking for some guy to get railed by made him feel worse than any of the times he had been forced to lick the girl's insoles. His knees gave out and he couldn't fight the frown on his face as he imagined some huge tattooed punk screwing her across an apartment, the fit giantess's body flexing as she moaned with pleasure.

“Aww, don't be sad, little guy,” Jennifer cooed, lifting the cage away and wrapping him up in her warm palm. “It means that I have the whole room to myself.”

The tiny man was used to being held, but there was something strange about the way Jennifer grabbed him. Her grip wasn't overpowering, instead it was gentle and relaxed, yet as he squirmed, Mike realized that there was no way he could hope to escape it.

A deep imposing laugh welled up from within her throat as she watched him wriggle in her hand. “There's no getting away from me, nuh uh,” the blonde lifted him up to her lips and as her warm breath rolled over him, he caught the strong scent of rum.

Jennifer swayed slightly as she strolled over to her bed, her big tongue running across her huge pink lips. “You're so small,” she giggled, her words slurring ever so slightly. The whole world dropped out from beneath Mike as Jennifer landed on her bed, bouncing against it a few times before settling against it completely. She dangled him in front of her face as she opened her mouth wide showing him the dark wet depths of her throat. “I've had dicks in here bigger than you.”

The statement thrilled her to no end, and Mike found himself buried against one of her sizable breasts as her chest rolled with laughter. When she finally calmed down, her fingers simply laid on top of him and he had no idea what was going on till he heard a soft sigh rumble through the living ground beneath him. Turning his head, Mike saw that her other hand was gently teasing her nipple through the shirt, bringing it to stiff attention.

Before he could offer any resistance, he was being roughly dragged across the fabric, Jennifer's giggles being replaced with low sexual moans. The bed screeched beneath her massive form as she pulled off her shirt, dropping Mike onto her sheets as she yanked it free. He bounced and rolled across the bed till he slammed into her hot flesh, the taut skin warmer and softer than he ever remembered it. The blonde girl cooed excitedly as he tried to push away from her, then two thick fingers grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him kicking and screaming across the bed.

He was held suspended in the air for a moment before she dropped him against her hard stomach. Mike turned to look at her huge smiling face as she slipped her arms behind her head and lounged back against her pillows. As she sat up, her stomach inclined downward just enough to send Mike rolling across it until he landed against the waistband of her soft pajama pants. He clung tightly to a drawstring, afraid of falling further between her thighs.

The look on her huge bronzed face could only be described as triumphant as she watched him squirm. It reminded him of the kind of smug self-satisfied looks guys would have in pornos or bad teen sex comedies when they knew they were about to get head. As he stared up into that half-lidded drunken look of superiority, Mike finally realized what was about to happen.

Before he could utter a single protest, Jennifer slipped one hand out from behind her head and pinched him at the midsection before easily lifting him up into the air. “I bet you always thought I was a slut, huh?” Jennifer teased as she played with him, “You'd stare at my ass and think, 'yeah, I could fuck her, cause she's an easy sorority girl.' Well, who's the little slut now?”

Mike flailed his arms and tried to free himself, but her polished nails only dug deeper into his skin and he screamed in pain. Her whole body flexed as she slipped off the pajama bottoms and her panties, and revealed her enormous sex. Mike gazed down at the huge glistening lips, and the thin strip of pubes that ran alongside them. Each one of the wiry golden hairs looked like it was coated with a fine dew as Jennifer's free hand gently played with herself, causing the enormous young woman to hum with sexual delight.

Without warning or further foreplay, Mike was shoved bodily against Jennifer's enormous womanhood, and the giantess stifled an excited scream. In a few quick swipes he was completely coated by her sexual juices. He was slid past her labia and directly into the wet dark maw that was the girl's vagina. He easily fit inside the hole and was released by her fingers, only to be captured by her strong kegel muscles.

Never before had Mike experienced such pressure.

No matter how much weight she had put on him with her foot or hand, Mike had never once heard his bones strain, or find it nearly impossible to breath. He was yanked deeper and then pushed out closer to the dim light of the vaginal opening only to be sucked back down as Jennifer displayed a frightening control of her own body. Through the thin slit he watched as Jennifer's huge fingers teased her folds and rubbed her clitoris, all the while his body was bounced up and down with the girl's natural rhythm.

Mike found himself starting to overheat as wave after wave of natural lubrication began to coat his skin, trapping his body heat within him while Jennifer's vagina seemed to get as hot as an oven. He tried to panic and thrash about, but her grip was so impossibly strong that he found himself immobilized. Each time he was pushed up, he could feel his whole body relax and fresh air blast into her body but it was barely enough to keep the tiny man conscious.

All around him, Jennifer began to hum with excitement, the pleasure building up within her as she inched ever closer and closer to climax. Her whole body seemed to rumble as she moaned and flexed. Somewhere far away, Mike knew she was slamming her fist against the mattress, the force behind it so strong he could feel it vibrating inside of the gigantic woman. Then, out of nowhere, his whole body was nearly crushed as her entire body tensed.

Mike's entire existence was muffled as fluid pounded past his ears, Jennifer gushed as she orgasmed, the thick goop flowing freely as her entire body finally relaxed. Mike tried to free himself, but found the girl's body and gravity itself working against him as he was sucked deeper and deeper into Jennifer's body.

Light blazed through Jennifer's still wet lips as she fished him out, dropping him with a splat into her sexual juices as she reached over to her desk and turned out the light. Mike found himself trapped between her mountainous bronze thighs as Jennifer settled contentedly into her own wet spot. She let out a long deep sigh of relief and yanked her sheets up, cutting the tiny man off from any possible escape.

Mike cowered beneath her mighty womanhood, trying to process everything that had just happened to him. He had no sense of how long he had been inside of her, only that it had felt both like an eternity and an instant. As he tried to piece it together, Mike found he could only remember snippets, and while he sucked in lungfuls of sex-tainted air, he realized that his body was becoming crusty from her rapidly drying sexual juices.

The world rumbled as Jennifer adjusted herself as she tried to fall asleep, the tiny man between her legs simply forgotten or ignored. Mike rolled down onto the ground and bounced against her huge thigh, trying to figure out what would happen to him next.

He waited, but the only thing that happened was that Jennifer's breathing slowed down from exhausted excited panting to the deep even breathing that always meant she was sleeping. Mike sat between her thighs, the sheets damp but growing drier with each passing minute, and his own exhaustion finally started to catch up to him.

At some point in the night, he was awoken to Jennifer gently placing him back underneath his cage. She was no longer naked, instead she was wearing the same sloppy sleepwear she had been wearing when he had come to in his cage. From the dim light filtering in through the window, he watched as her dark eyes lingered on him, and her glistening tongue rolled across her lips. The whole cage shook as she tapped her fingers against the wire and rose to a standing position.

Mike pushed himself up to his side and watched her slip back beneath her sheets.

For a moment, he had imagined that he had seen some sort of care in those dark blue eyes, but as she fell back to sleep, he realized it had only been his imagination. Mike would always be nothing but a slave to his gorgeous master.

I smiled as I pulled myself on to Megan's gigantic couch and grabbed a hold of a television remote that was half my size. I smashed my fist into the power button and watched as the huge screen across the room flared to life. It was my one big day a week, and I had finally finished all of Megan's chores; her laundry was put away, the dishes were sparkling clean, and the entire apartment was spotless.

I now had exactly an hour and a half before there was any chance of her being home.

My fist continued punching buttons, sending the television hopping from channel to channel. It didn't really matter what I watched. If anything, I wanted to watch it all. This was the only time during the whole week when the television was on and I wasn't buried beneath a ton of foot flesh or polishing shoes bigger than my entire body. A minute of a game show there, two minutes of some sitcom here, and even an entire commercial.

It was the only time that I ever found myself actually feeling normal.

Even though I was only ten inches tall.

Ten inches tall and I felt like a giant walking around the cavernous apartment. Rooms that would take me half an hour to cross could now be covered in a quick twenty or thirty paces. Socks that served as sleeping bags at my regular height now looked like actual socks. Everything was no longer alien and strange. Megan even managed to look like a normal human being at this size rather than the intimidating redheaded giantess she was.

Settling on some stand up comedy special from a comedian I didn't even know existed until that moment, I threw the remote onto the far away but not insurmountably distant coffee table and smiled. My muscles relaxed, my body sunk into the deep cushions and I stretched my sore legs in front of me. As the jokes came one after the other, I found myself actually laughing, my whole body shaking with joy at the sound.

Then, I heard the lock slide out of place and the door open wide.

“And it works, I told you there was nothing to worry about,” Kate's voice filled the apartment as she walked in, “and I was fine on the Metro too... Jeez, you're worse than my mom sometimes.”

I scrambled off of the couch and tried to launch myself over to the coffee table when I heard her walk right into the living room.

“Uh oh, someone's in trouble.”

I froze and turned to see Kate smirking in the doorway. She dropped her purse and a backpack onto the floor, and took a few slow steps forward, daring me to move with her eyes. I remained at the edge of the couch as she bent down, grabbed the remote, and shut the television off. “Yes, he was watching TV, the little fucker, what's he supposed to be doing?” Kate nodded her head before grabbing my body with one hand and throwing me down onto the carpet below.

I crashed down and immediately tried to crawl away from her big Ugg boots but she simply lifted one of up and brought it down hard across my back. Despite being stronger at ten inches tall, there was nothing I could do as Megan's gigantic girlfriend pressed the sole of her foot down against me. My arms and legs splayed out across the floor, and she twisted the ball of her foot back and forth so my skin scraped against the carpet.

The pressure eased slightly as Kate sat down on the couch, swinging her other leg over the one that had me pinned on the carpet. “Is there anything you want me to do to him?” She giggled, “I should be able to manage that I think... Alright, well get home soon, it's supposed to snow in a few hours, plus, I have missed the fuck out of you.”

Kate turned the phone off and tossed it on to the coffee table.

Above me, I listened to her softly whisper beneath her breath and the world ballooned out around me. The pressure was lifted off of my body as she lifted her foot, and when the room stopped spinning, Kate had seemingly transformed into an immense Goddess. She yanked off the dark brown Ugg and dropped it to the ground so the mouth was facing me.

Huge sweaty toes came down and kicked me toward the hot muggy boot.

I realized that I was barely bigger than Kate's big toe as I stumbled toward the opening. The moment I crossed the threshold onto the sweat soaked sheepskin, her hand came down and tipped the boot into an upright position. I fell all the way down to the sole, where I landed with a soft splat. I watched as her fingers gripped the shaft of the boot and dragged it back until her foot loomed high above, blotting out what little light was coming through.

“Best get to the toe unless you want to be crushed, you little shit.”

I took off running, though my pace was slowed down by the soft fuzzy insole.

Her toes crashed into the bottom of the boot with a quaking boom, and I just barely crawled to the toe as they rushed forward, trapping me inside of the muggy sweat soaked Ugg.

The whole world was catapulted upward as Kate kicked her feet up and turned the television back on. It was hard to hear anything through the thick furry boot, but I realized she was listening to the same stand up special that I had been watching. Before I could truly process the thought, her toes curled around me and crushed the air from my body. “You should be licking my toes clean while you're in there.”

Without question, I brought my tongue across Kate's toes, and felt her shake with laughter.

I had completely forgotten that Kate would be coming to visit Megan that week. The semester was over, and she was already sick of hanging around her parent's house. Most weekends, Megan had driven down to visit her with me buried beneath her toes or between her breasts. I was often left inside of Megan's purse or in Kate's dorm room when the two went out with each other, because no matter what they had done to me together on Homecoming weekend, Kate still didn't like me.

And as I licked her toes clean and found myself continuously clenched between them or being smashed into the sweaty insole of her boots, I began to realize that she never really would. I was simply Megan's annoying pet that Kate had to put up with. The only difference between me and an aloof cat was that I was still forced to obey all of Kate's orders, no matter how humiliating or impossible.

The few times I had been brought out around the giant woman, she would ask Megan to shrink me down further or do it herself and then slip me into her pocket or between her small perky breasts, where I could be easily forgotten about. Now I was being crushed between her toes as she laid back and relaxed after a day of travel.

When Megan did return home, I was pounded into the ground by Kate's careless steps and my enormous owner didn't ask about me. Instead, I listened to the two of them make plans for the night and swiftly head out to grab a quick bite to eat and a bottle of wine to split at home. Time was meaningless under Kate's toes, and I had no idea what time it was when I was finally dropped down on to the carpet of Megan's bedroom.

High above me, the redhead laughed, “Aww, you made him extra tiny.”

A huge green painted toenail slammed into me and I gazed up Megan's long creamy leg to her dark green panties and matching bra. Kate sat between her girlfriend's spread legs, rolling her neck while Megan massaged her shoulders, her chest was bare but she was still wearing the same yoga pants she had on when she had walked through the door and caught me pretending to have a life. They kissed briefly and Kate replied, “Well, you said to punish him.”

“I know, still, so tiny...” she giggled again, and I realized that her lips and teeth were stained purple by the wine.

“Do you want him bigger so we can play with him?” Kate asked, turning her head and gently nibbling Megan's ear.

The giant woman shook her head, “No, it's your first night here, I want to play with you.” Kate then yelped in surprise as Megan's fingers slipped into her tight pants and brushed against her womanhood. She looked down at me and flung her free hand toward where Kate's suitcase had vomited its contents across the floor, “Go clean up Kate's shoes, little guy, you know how badly they can get scuffed up.”

I didn't say anything as Megan dragged Kate down into her bed, giggling excitedly.

As I crawled across Kate's immense shoes and dragged my tiny tongue across the countless scuff marks, my ears were filled with the thunderous moans of my master and her lover. As I lowered my head again and again, I found myself missing Megan's immense sex and her never ending thirst for my tiny body. That is until I felt the ground rumble beneath me, and turned to find her enormous fire crotch high above me.

The redheaded girl giggled as she bent down and pinched me between her fingers.

“So tiny,” she whispered, narrowing her eyes at me, “So cute.”

She carried me back to her bed, and slipped on her dark green panties before sliding me down into them, where I was buried between the silk and her pubic hair. The mattress groaned, Kate snored, and I fell into a surprisingly comfortable slumber.