The next day

Christy was groggy. Most of the people had been picked up even Cheryl, who had kept her word and convinced her husband to take the small man as well. The door opened it was the original giant that had found Christy followed by her friend Sara. At 5’11” Sara dwarfed the giant man who only came up to the bottom of Sara’s large bust. “Oh my god. Christy!” Said Sara in disbelief.

“She was not an employee so we didn’t have record on whom to call or we would have called you sooner.” Said Joe as he bent down and gently picked Christy up off the floor. “We just need you to sign and you’re free to take your sister home.” Said Joe handing Sara some papers. She signed and he handed Christy to her. “We’ll be in touch.” He said. “The government has promised a large cash settlement to each victim and their primary care taker in order to avoid lawsuits.” he said matter-of-factly.

Sara couldn’t believe how little Christy weighed as she carried her to the car in the palm of her hand. “Don’t worry about a thing, Christy. I’ll take care of you. You can stay in the miniature doll house in my room.” Said Sara. ‘That’s not so bad’ Christy thought to herself. That toy house would be a mansion at her size and with her sisters to look after her she would be set.

Sara dropped Christy in the passenger seat as she drove home. It was a short ride and in less then 20 minutes they were at the sorority house. “We’re here.” Said Sara glancing down at her tiny friend. She dropped her hand to the passenger seat. “Lets go.” Said Sara. Christy nimbly scurried over Sara’s gigantic fingers to the palm of her hand. Each digit was much longer than Christy was tall and each was tipped with a three-foot long enamel coated fingernail.

Sara climbed the stairs to her room. It was the best room in the house and was on the top level. Being president had its perks. Sara entered her room, which was basically one big bedroom with an attached bathroom. It was one of only two rooms that had a private bathroom. The other was Christy’s old room. She set Christy on a wooden chest at the foot of her bed. The chest was about knee high to Sara but it had an exquisite tri-level dollhouse on top, the roof of which rose to just under Sara’s waste.

“Welcome to your new home.” Said Sara looking down at her tiny friend who was standing in front of the house. The house was big to Christy and it was a little out of proportion too. The door was 4 inches tall so Christy only came up a quarter of the way. She turned and looked up at Sara who was smiling down at her. “Damn! This is a mansion, Sara.” Christy said. All Sara heard was some faint squeaking noises.

“Hold on hon’ I can’t hear you” said Sara as she knelt down. Christy took a step or two back as her large friend quickly descended. Sara was crouching resting her arms on her knees for support. Even from the lowered position the top of the wooden chest Christy was standing on was just under Sara’s bust. “Now, what did you say?” asked Sara.

Christy’s entire field of vision consisted of Sara’s large blouse covered boobs, her upper chest, and her face. “I said this is like a mansion to me!” Christy yelled. “Oh. Yes I suppose it is.” Said Sara standing up. Christy took a step back, still adjusting to her smallness, as her friend rose and rose. She was as tall as a skyscraper. “Look sis I have a chapter meeting to preside over so I’m going to get ready. Go ahead and check out the house. There are some tiny dolls in there that you might be able to swipe some clothes from.” Said Sara taking off her blouse.

Christy was amazed at the speed and agility at which Sara moved. When Christy was little she remembered that cartoon giants and giantesses always seemed slow and clumsy, this was definitely not the case she decided as a blast of air hit her. Sara had bent down again to untie her shoes and in the process had brought her humungous bra covered breasts into the intimate proximity of her tiny friend.

Christy stood in stunned silence at the sheer size of the cleavage before her. She was fixated on it. It was longer than the giantess Cheryl was tall and could certainly swallow her teensy body easily. She could hear the white lace bra straining at the weight of the giant breasts as Sara removed her shoes. Christy could visibly see large waves traveling through the pliant tit flesh as Sara jostled about. Christy had been an engineer and the abundance was even more than she could fathom.

Sara was not so oblivious to the situation either. She had always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. It was kind of a turn on for her to have such a completely captive audience. She stole a peak at Christy. ‘Lord she’s tiny.’ Thought Sara feeling her nipples swelling. Smiling she reached around behind her back and unclasped her bra. Christy noticed that Sara’s entire chest seemed to drop several feet and her cleavage opened up dramatically. She looked up at her friend who seemed to have just looked away as she slipped the bra straps off her hill-like shoulders.

Christy watched in awe as the gigantic cups began to fall away, slowly at first but then all at once they dropped away from each titanic tit. Plop. Plop. Sara’s giant naked double D’s were now on full display. Christy had seen Sara naked many times and it really didn’t bother her before. ‘The new size difference makes it a little strange that’s all.’ Christy tried to convince herself. Sara had always had large nipples and areoles, but now the difference in scale made it obscene. Each areole was 2 maybe three times her height in diameter. Each swollen nipple was over half her height in length.

Sara watched Christy gawking at her enormous breasts and decided in favor of taking it all the way. Sara felt a tingling on the back of her neck enjoying the attention from her tiny friend who stood only inches from her boobs which utterly and completely dwarfed her miniscule form. Sara had taped herself with her boyfriend before and this striptease was so much more satisfying than even that.

Christy watched as Sara’s hands slid slowly down her sides to her waistline. The hands grabbed hold and she stood up surprisingly fast stepping out of both her pants and her panties in one motion. Just like that Sara stood completely naked in front of her tiny helpless friend. Christy’s gaze rose up passed Sara’s long bronzed legs to her crotch where her pussy was adorned with a small patch of curly brown hair with a slight copper sheen. In all respects it was a normal pussy, but a pussy who’s size would allow it to swallow Christy many times over if it so wished. She gulped hard as her gaze rose up.

Sara’s hands rested on her prominent perfect hips as her captive audience drunk in her gigantic nakedness. Christy gazed up passed the prodigious tits hanging proudly and heavily from Sara’s chest to meet skyscraper Sara’s own gaze. Each girl knew looking one another in the eye that Sara would not have put on this little show had Christy been normal sized.

If Christy weren’t so small this act would not have been so appealing in the first place. Add to that the fact that had Christy been her old self she could have protested, but now? What could she do? She was entirely helpless to Sara’s immense size and physical power. Not to mention that Sara was now legally her guardian or at least soon would be. Neither girl, however, had any intention of acknowledging this fact.

“I guess I’ll be 15 or 20 minutes in the shower so make your self at home.” Said Sara ignoring the odd situation the girls found themselves as she turned and walked towards her bathroom. As Christy watched her gigantic friend walk away she couldn’t help but realize that just yesterday - that was her.

Sara had her by an inch, about two cup sizes, and had brown hair; but these things aside that was what she used to be. Just yesterday she was a beautiful woman, with independence, rights, a bright future, the works. Now…she forced her watery eyes to break away from the gigantic ass cheek clefts, that Sara made (which could snuff out her existence in an instant were she to get caught in one) walking to the shower.

Shaking her head, Christy turned and went up to the dollhouse door. The doorknob was out of her reach. She realized that since it wasn’t a real door she simply had to push it open, which she did. Her jaw almost hit the floor. It was exquisite. She had completely forgotten her depressing situation. There was furniture, wall pictures, everything. The first floor consisted of a kitchen, dining, room, living, room and den.

Christy walked over to the dining room table. She was small enough to walk under it. She felt like a small child again. ‘Wow’ she thought to herself. She then noticed two of the dolls that Sara had mentioned sitting on the couch in front of the TV.

She walked over and quickly realized that they were too big for her. They were twice her size at least. “And Sara thinks you’re tiny.” She said to the plastic figures. She looked at the TV. ‘Too bad it wasn’t real’ she thought. She looked behind the husband and wife and saw the staircase that went to the second level.

When Christy emerged on the second level she realized it was as big as the first just not as open. There was a hall way at the end of which was a bathroom. There were four other doors each a bedroom she guessed. She explored each of them and each had a bed and a child-sized doll in the bed. The last room had a tiny little girl that looked like she had some clothes that would fit. Christy tried to take them off but was stymied by strands of thread that attached them to the doll.

Each room was also outfit in the same exquisite detail with furniture, pictures, and plastic windows. Christy walked up to a window and pulled up. It opened. ‘This is nice.’ She thought. The window was looking out the front of the house. She heard the shower running as she shut the door. She decided to head up to the third and final level.

It was just one room, but it had a walkout balcony on both sides: front and back. She walked out the back first and found she was about 10 feet higher than the mattress and could see across the whole bed. She turned and walked out the front. It gave her an excellent view of Sara’s room. She could even see the real window in the room some trees and buildings far off in the distance. Her site seeing was interrupted when she heard the shower stop. ‘Sara can help me get the clothes off that doll’ she thought as she headed for the staircase.

‘Damn! I’m running late.’ Thought Sara as she looked at the time on her cell phone. Her striptease wasn’t completely without consequence. She quickly dried herself off and went to retrieve some clothes. She leaned down to get the bra she dropped in front of the dollhouse during her striptease when her cell phone rang. “Shit.” She said as she stood up and started to turn around but stopped herself. ‘They can wait’ she thought as she reached down and with the dexterity of a master picked up the bra and slid the cups back home on her large round tits as she put her arms back into the straps. She then snapped the hooks in the back and then turned to her dresser to get some panties.

Everything happened so fast Christy literally couldn’t react. She was doing OK as Sara came out of the bathroom. Christy glanced down at her own naked form and compared it to that of her giantess friend. Sara used to tease her about only being a heavy C compared to her DD’s. Christy didn’t even want to think about it now as she again saw Sara’s giant jugs jiggling randomly as she approached. ‘So much mass.’ She thought to herself.

As Sara walked towards her she began to wave and yell to get her attention. “Sara I need your help with some clothes!” Christy screamed, but Sara didn’t notice and simply bent over to pick something up. Sara’s gigantic boobs stopped descending with plenty of room to spare but it caused Christy to tense up in fear and when Sara turned to get the phone she accidentally bumped the dollhouse chest with her leg, Christy, already near the edge, lost her balance and fell off.

Just as Christy had regained her senses and was starting to stand up she was knocked down again as she was pressed to the ground from the g-forces that accompanied her acceleration upward. She saw the underside of Sara’s gigantic boobs approaching rapidly and quickly realized where she had fallen and began to scream, but it was to weak and muffled for Sara to hear.

Christy guessed she was in the left cup as she scampered farther into the bra as her best friend’s massive tit began to consume all of the available space; led by a 3 and half-foot long nipple. She made it almost to the tip before the bra pulled taught and Christy was pressed flat about 2 inches (almost 12 feet to Christy) under Sara’s nipple by the now compressed and contained boob flesh.

She was lucky her back was to the boob otherwise she might not have been able to breathe. Her arms and legs could move but it took all of her strength to move even the smallest amount across the surface of Sara’s breast. Christy was becoming sick as she felt herself rise and fall as Sara stepped each of her legs into some panties. Then the lights went out as Sara put on a dark colored top.

30 minutes later

Sara was walking briskly across campus. Not all the sorority girl’s could live in the house so they had to have the meetings in a classroom. Christy had managed by this time to work herself just above Sara’s nipple. Boy was she was exhausted. “How is she not feeling me?” Christy said aloud. Just then she felt a hard fingernail rake across her belly through the blouse and bra, which was a good thing because had it done so across her skin she probably would have been split open. As it was it was painful enough, but Christy needed to get Sara’s attention so she began to squirm with all of her might.

“Damn! I don’t have time for this.” Said Sara aloud as she stepped into a corner of Scheckster Hall and slid her hand inside her bra through the top of her blouse to relieve her itch. She felt a lump. It didn’t seem attached so she pulled it out. It was Christy.

“What the hell are you doing in there?” Sara laughed as she brought Christy close to her face. “I fell in your bra. What? Did you think I became a dike?” Christy asked sarcastically. “Well, I don’t have time to take you back and I didn’t bring my purse so you’re going to have to go back in unless you want to attend the meeting. I was going to tell the chapter about you tonight anyways so they could help me care for you.” Said Sara.

“I can’t attend the meeting! I’m naked!” chirped Christy in protest. “Well I guess its back in you go.” Said Sara. “Wait!” squeaked Christy. “Just put me in your cleavage its better than suffocating me inside your bra.” reasoned Christy. “OK.” Said Sara as she slowly titled her hand over her never-ending cleavage.

She watched amused as her tiny friend bounced off one boob and then another finally coming to rest in the long crack between them. Sara couldn’t help but notice how easily and completely her cleavage consumed her friend’s tiny body. “Nice and snug.” Giggled Sara as she squeezed her tits together. Wincing Christy lost her breath, but was otherwise in better shape than before.

Later that Evening

Sara was sitting on her bed in some underwear and a large T-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend. Christy was sitting on the front of the shirt between Sara’s legs watching her giantess friend sever the threads holding the girl doll clothes on. “So do you want me to tell Brad?” asked Sara. “No. Just tell him we’re through. I didn’t love him. He was just good in bed and now that I’m bug sized that doesn’t do me or him any good.” Said Christy matter-of-factly, though as she spoke the gravity of the situation hit her. Her life would never be the same. She could never even have a relationship again.

“Well that’s one way to look at it.” Said Sara. “Its better then him pretending to try to love me while he fucks normal sized girls on the side. Its either I dump him now while he doesn’t know or he dumps me later. I say why wait. Besides what does he need with a woman that’s dwarfed by his cock with tits that literally are the size of mosquito bites?” posed Christy fatalistically. She then began to sob hysterically. “What am I going to do?” she lamented.

“It’ll be OK.” Said Sara in a soothing voice as she plucked Christy up and cradled her in her palm near her bosom. “You have us sisters. We’ll take care of you.” Soothed Sara as Christy cried herself to sleep in the palm of her best friend’s hand.

Meanwhile, in another sorority house a cell phone rang. Misty picked up the phone. It was Sasha. “I’ve got a class early tomorrow.” Complained Misty. “You’ll want to hear this I promise.” Said Sasha.

“You’ve seen the news about that accident at the government research facility, right?” asked Sasha. “Yeah the one where everyone was shrunk. That was tragic.” Said Misty. “Guess which Kappa was there interviewing for an internship when it happened.” invited Sasha. “No way.” Said Misty as her heart began to race. “Yep, the ice princess herself.” said Sasha. “How big?” giddily asked Misty. “An inch.” Replied Sasha. “Holy shit!” squealed Misty.

“You want me to get you in for a surprise visit tomorrow so you can talk to her woman to woman?” asked Sasha. “No…let me think on it. I’m going to be there in a month anyways for the sorority conference that the Kappa’s are hosting. I’ll have thought of something good by then. She deserves to pay dearly for what she put me and the rest of you through.” Said Misty. “OK. I’ll make nice until then. Bye.” Said Sasha. “Bye.” Said Misty as she hung up her phone.

Misty got out of bed. She was too excited to sleep. She went to her desk drawer and found a ruler so she could see exactly how small an inch was. “Damn! That bitch is tiny.” She said aloud to herself. ‘Oh well, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person.’ she thought as she lay back down and began dreaming of things she could do to her.