Four pairs of feet blocked Heather in beneath the table.

Lex's familiar pair were closest since they sat with their legs stretched before them. With their feet resting on their heels, their large pink soles loomed up like a pair of obelisks with their long elegant toes wiggling every so often. Kelsey's feet were next, flat on the floor with her short bulbous toes scrunching every few seconds, the light catching on the shiny blue nail polish that coated her toenails. The third pair belonged to Izzy and like the rest of the giantess there was an obvious daintiness to her feet as well as clear evidence that she took very good care of them; her skin was smooth, her nails neatly trimmed with a delicate french pedicure, and there didn't seem to be a single piece of lint clinging to her flesh. Finally, her eyes came to rest on the most familiar pair as Emily sat back down at the table, the blood red nails that Heather had painted two days earlier becoming darker when she put her feet beneath the shadow of the table's edge.

Her owner had made pancakes for her and Lex's overnight guests.

Emily had never come to collect her from Lex's room the night before.

She had sat in the dark, tears silently flowing down her face while holding Siggy and listening to Kelsey's breathing become slow and even as the giantess fell into a deep alcohol-fueled sleep. The party continued downstairs but it was muffled thanks to the closed door and the thickness of the floor. She wasn't sure how long it took her and Siggy to stop crying but the girl eventually sat up though she didn't immediately pull away from Heather.

Siggy sniffled, “I know her...”

Heather blinked as she tried to process the statement, “Who?”

“Izzy,” the girl's voice tightened when she said the name, “My boyfriend once bought... once bought some shrinkees off of her for one of his fraternity's parties.”

Her eyes had gone wide and she looked down at Siggy, who was staring steadily at the floor as if she couldn't meet Heather's gaze.

“I knew I wasn't Immune but I just thought it wouldn't happen to me,” her voice shook, “I stared down at this tupperware container full of people and it didn't even make me think about how I could end up just like them, screaming and pleading while some giant girl shook my prison to make her boyfriend laugh.”

Slowly, Siggy pulled herself away from Heather and pulled her knees up close to her chest.

“I had seen it all the time at parties. Like, I had gotten so used to thinking of shrinkees as toys that when Brad bought them, all I could think about was the fact that now I was the girl dating the guy who could afford them. We did shots with some of them, just like Master and their friends did tonight, but Brad had bought enough so that they could play a stomping game.”

“What... what is the stomping game?”

“It's not the stomping game, it's a stomping game,” Siggy corrected her reflexively, and for the first time Heather could hear a brattiness in her voice, a strange echo of the sorority girl who had fallen down to be Lex's pet. She sighed and her voice returned to normal as she explained, “There's a couple of different kinds. Hide and Go Stomp is a popular one, though you normally only do that if you have more shrinkees than people. The shrinkees try to hide and when you find one you just stomp it, only the person who finds the last one can decide if they want to keep it or not.”

Heather felt her heart rate pick up as she listened while her jaw went slack with horror.

“There's also Race, which is where the shrinkees try to outrun your foot and you have to lower it super slowly. I guess there's also another one called Race, but that one's more complicated because the shrinkees are running on a track and people are dropping their feet down onto it at certain times and you're supposed to bet on who will win-”

“You've actually seen people do this?” She couldn't control the volume of her voice as fear coursed through her veins.

Kelsey stirred momentarily on the bed above, making them both tense, but then she simply rolled over.

Siggy then looked at her and shook her head, “Not in person but on Instagram and stuff. I've mostly only seen Circle of Doom, which is what Brad played that night.”

“C-circle of Doom?”

Siggy didn't quite meet her eyes but she could see the girl's head twitch, as if she couldn't comprehend that Heather needed the game explained, “All the players stand in a circle and the shrinkees get dumped into the middle and whoever steps on the most... wins.”

“What happens if the shrunken people get out of the circle?”

Siggy shook her head, “That doesn't happen.”

“Never?”

“Even if they do,” Siggy's shoulders slumped, “Someone who isn't playing, someone like me who didn't want to get her heels covered in shrinkee guts, will block their path and then point them out to their boyfriend with a quick tap on the shoulder.”

“Oh God, Siggy...” she found herself whispering as she reached out to hug the girl.

“Brad won thanks to me,” her voice hitched but there were no more tears left in her tiny body, “He gave me a quick kiss and said 'Thanks, babe,' as he crushed them and all I could think about was how a little blood splatter had gotten on my nude heels and I was just so annoyed with him because not getting my shoes dirty was why I didn't want to play in the first place. People were being slaughtered and all I cared about was that I needed to wipe down my shoes with a wet paper towel or something.”

She buried her face against her knees and Heather could hear her mutter, “I deserve this.”

“No, no, Siggy, no you don't,” Heather wrapped the younger girl in her arms.

“You're right,” she nodded and her whole body shook with a sob, “Master should have just stomped me when they first found me.”

“No, Siggy,” Heather held the shrunken girl as tight as she could, “No one deserves to be stepped on or eaten or kept-”

Before she could finish her sentence the bedroom door opened and Lex stepped in. She could hear the front door slam shut as the last guests left right before Lex shut their own door and began to disrobe. The remnants of their costume fell to the floor and they moved through the room without paying any attention to the two shrunken people sitting in the middle of it. Heather and Siggy cowered together, holding on to each other as Lex stepped over them on their way to bed.

The giant looked up and when they noticed the pair, they smirked and glanced at their closet. As they clambered onto the vast plateau and wrapped an arm around Kelsey, their voice rumbled in a whisper through the room, “Don't forget, Siggy, I want to wear my Forces tomorrow.”

That casual desire made Siggy stand up instantly, knocking Heather aside as she moved toward the closet, “Of course, Master.”

Heather had joined her in the task, the two of them toiling away while the giants of the house slumbered peacefully. They had slept beside each other, in the shadow of Lex's sneakers, and she awoke that morning to being scooped up in Lex's hand.

They had deposited her and Siggy onto the floor where the messy first pancake was already sitting on a plate, roughly cut up so that the two shrunken women could more easily eat it. The giants all sat down to eat a few minutes later, their voices slightly rough from drinking but all of them clearly displaying the constitution of college students by not having even a hint of a hangover.

Heather had thought she had grown used to the sound of giants talking far above her, but with the addition of just two other people, she felt like there was a ceaseless rumble in the skies overhead. It didn't help that they were all constantly joking or becoming excited as they related stories to each other, their words turning into a rapid roar that thundered in Heather's ears. Meanwhile, the gigantic feet of the college students twitched and stretched, making her flinch and pause while eating her breakfast to stare at the peds, wondering if one was about to reach out and smother her.

From her place beneath the table, she watched as Izzy's hand reached over and gently pressed into Emily's thigh. Her owner's fingers laced through Izzy's and gave her delicate hand a squeeze. “Did you want some more, Iz?” Emily asked, the world rumbling as she shifted her weight, “I think there was a little batter left.”

“Oh no, I'm stuffed,” the girl giggled and Heather watched her pat a stomach that appeared to barely bulge against the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, “It's getting late and I should probably get going but I wanted to see that um... the book we were talking about last night... before I go.”

Lex and Kelsey barely suppressed their giggles as Emily pushed back from the table and then thumped her foot down against the tile twice. Heather's body reflexively sat up a little straighter and she turned to look at where her owner's other hand was already reaching down expectantly.

Her little body trembled as she walked forward and she suddenly wondered if she was the 'book' that Izzy wanted to see. Emily's warm fingers wrapped around her torso and she was rocketed into the air as the girl rose to her feet. “Sure, and maybe I'll give you a ride back to campus afterward,” the giantess said with a big smile, Heather dangling from her hand on one side and Izzy's hand still held on the other, “Lex, you can clean up, right?”

“Course, Ems,” Lex replied, not even bothering to hide their amusement.

The world went into motion and Heather felt like she was on an old swinging ship ride at an amusement park. Every unconscious swing of Emily's hand sent her stomach tumbling about, threatening to send the pancake she had just eaten splattering across the far off floor.

The door to Emily's room slammed shut and Heather found herself being pressed against Izzy's back. Kissing echoed somewhere above her and she felt the giantess let out a faint moan as she was dragged bodily down to Izzy's butt cheeks. She flailed against the girl's taut lightly tanned flesh, desperate to avoid being dragged any closer to the giantess's crack, even with her panties providing some kind of barrier, she found herself disgusted by the idea.

The giantesses came up for air and she could hear Izzy giggle, “Hmm, she's a fiesty one, isn't she?”

“Hot Mom?”

Cool air filled Heather's lungs as the giantess pulled her away from Izzy's body and led the girl back toward her messy bed. The pair flopped down onto it together and Heather found herself deposited onto Izzy's stomach, where she could feel the gigantic organ gurgle as it digested her breakfast. Emily cuddled close to the girl, and Izzy simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders before they shared a quick peck. The girl's free hand came down and there was a strange smile on her lips as she poked Heather's side, “Yeah.”

Emily steadied her as she stumbled and began to gently pet Heather, “No, Hot Mom's a total sweetie. She does what she's told and she can even be very affectionate.”

Emily's forefinger hovered in front of her face and Heather stared at for a moment before it wiggled and she realized what Emily wanted. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against it and she couldn't help but feel a slight yearning in her body as she thought about the last time that Emily had 'played' with her.

“I let her sleep with me most nights because she's a very good girl.”

Hearing those words rumble through the air made Heather's whole body shudder with perverse joy and she couldn't stop herself as the faintest whine escaped her lips.

“Aw, that's kind of sweet,” Izzy cooed before she turned to kiss Emily once more.

The living plateau beneath Heather began to pitch and though she tried to grab hold of the vast field of the giantess's t-shirt, she crashed down into the valley between the two giantesses. On either side of her, their flat stomachs towered over her and suddenly the sound of digestion rumbled in stereo. Scrambling to her feet, she looked from where they were locking lips in the distance and turned to where Izzy's dainty foot was traveling up and down Emily's leg.

Before she could even start to move though, the shadow of Izzy's hand settling on Emily's hip passed over her. She barely managed to let out a whimpered 'no' before the living walls rushed in and she was suddenly trapped between them.

She was overcome by their body heat as their twisting forced her body to contort along with them. Air and light became scarce, only entering her world when the pair repositioned while making out. Heather was battered about like a ragdoll as the pair groped and pulled at each other, their hunger for each others bodies seemingly insatiable.

Finally though, after what might have been seconds or minutes, Heather flopped down onto the bed below as they parted.

“I wish I could stay here all day,” Izzy pouted.

“Why not stay?” Emily pulled her a little closer, heedless of the way it made Heather flinch and whimper, “We're going to be hanging out, eating candy, and watching scary movies all day. I can show you that giallo movie I was talking about, Deep Red.”

“Sorry, I have to get back to campus and write a paper that's due on Monday,” she sighed, “And if I'm lucky squeeze in some studying for the LSATs.”

“Ok, let me just get dressed and I can give you a ride.”

“Aw, that's sweet but you don't have to, it's not that far of a walk.”

“No, I got to check something on campus anyway,” Emily said as she kissed her once more.

The landscape then began to shift as Emily rose out of bed, knocking Heather around while Izzy remained utterly unperturbed. Then with no warning, Izzy's hand was wrapped around her tiny stumbling body, her grip much tighter than Emily or Lex's had ever been. She squirmed, which only brought a smile to Izzy's lips as she lowered Heather to the floor.

Landing before the girl's perfectly pedicured toes, Heather couldn't stop her head from naturally craning back to take the immense girl in. Her legs were more muscular than Emily's, and as she peeled off the borrowed t-shirt, Heather noticed that she was overall stockier and stronger looking than her owner.

“Do you want Hot Mom to give your shoes a once over?” Emily asked the question like it was the most normal thing in the world while she tugged on the chucks that Heather had been forced to steadily clean, they were still obviously well worn but they no longer bore the dirt that she had painstakingly scrubbed away. “She does a great job with all mine.”

“No worries,” Izzy replied and Heather cowered as she stepped over her and began to get dressed. She first put her white blouse back on and then her skirt before slipping her feet into the patent leather mary-janes, which squeaked loudly, “I have a pair of shoe slaves at the moment who will make short work of any scuffs.”

The phrase 'shoe slaves' made Heather look up in fear and awe at the giant girl, especially as it made her wonder if she kept shrunken people for any other purposes.

“That's pretty cool,” Emily gave Izzy another quick kiss before she moved across the room to put on some deodorant, “I wasn't sure if you actually kept shrinkees, given that you well... sell them, I guess?”

“Oh I don't keep them for long,” Izzy said with a laugh as she dug a sweater vest out of her bag and slipped it on over her blouse, making her look like she had just stepped out of a college brochure. “Both of them are already sold actually, one of the girls in KKG basically paid my tuition for this semester to get them.”

“That's crazy,” Emily replied with a laugh.

Heather stared up at the girl, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging open as she tried to wrap her head around the amount of money that implied. The local college was large but she also knew that it was private, and she knew that the tuition she had heard someone mention when they had first moved in over a decade ago had to be much higher now.

“Yeah, I've pretty much paid my way through college by selling shrinkees,” Izzy explained as she settled on Emily's bed to apply a few quick touches of makeup, “And I've already started setting aside money for law school. I'm training a makeup slave too right now but I don't have a buyer for him yet. It's always a little harder to convince people to go for male makeup ones but whatever.”

Heather's head spun as she listened to the girl explain that she was running a literal shrinkee slavery ring out of her dorm room. The very thought of it chilled her to the bone, especially when she realized the sheer amount of money the girl was describing that she had earned.

“That's so cool,” Emily boomed as she moved back across the room, her sneaker almost skimming the top of Heather's head. She settled onto the bed and cuddled closer to Izzy, who only smiled as she finished applying her lip gloss. Emily's eyes drifted from the giantess back down to Heather and the shrunken woman let out a grunt as Emily nudged her with the tip of her converse. “I wonder what Hot Mom would be worth?”

Her head immediately snapped up to Emily and she found herself viogrously shaking her head and there was already a plea on her lips when Izzy's voice simply rolled over hers, “You wouldn't actually sell her, right?”

“God no,” Emily shook her head and Heather could hear her toes stretch the rubber and canvas of the sneaker, “She's too perfect. I doubt anyone would even appreciate her as much as I do and I know she could never love another owner as much as she loves me. Right, Hot Mom?”

Heather found herself nodding along with Emily and knowing what the girl expected, she leaned down and kissed the white rubber toe of Emily's sneaker, which prompted the giantess to gently wiggle her toes inside of it again.

“Ok, well then, let's see,” Izzy's fingers were around her once again and Heather flailed at her firm grip. She was lifted high up into the air until she was face-to-face with the enormous girl.

While Emily cuddled closer to the girl and smiled at Heather with a comforting warmth but all the tiny woman could feel was Izzy's cold gaze raking over her body. “She's attractive and clearly in good shape, plus she's a nice height. Big enough to be useful but small enough that you could just toss her in your purse and take her with you for the day,” Izzy's voice was calm and professional, which made Heather's skin crawl as she trembled in the girl's hand, “For someone just like her, untrained, I could probably get ten thousand but if I took the time to get her to follow commands and stop squirming when she gets picked up.”

The girl emphasized her words by squeezing Heather, which made her gasp.

She instinctively looked toward Emily, and though there was a momentary flash of concern in the girl's face, it was quickly overriden by her interest in Izzy. Heather whimpered as she realized that her owner clearly enjoyed hearing about her new fling's 'passion' than what happened to her.

“I could probably get twenty, maybe even twenty-five if there was enough bidding going on.”

“Wow, I can't believe people just throw that kind of money around,” Emily's fingers came in and gently tousled Heather's hair, “I wouldn't trade Hot Mom though, not even for that much.”

“I know, I'm just letting you know, hypothetically,” Izzy replied, before turning to give her another kiss, which lingered as they nuzzled against each other. When they pulled apart, Izzy rose to her feet and set Heather back on the floor, “Was that the original size you found her at by the way?”

The pair started to walk out, the floor shaking as they went.

Heather lay gasping for air on the ground, a faint pins-and-needles feeling spreading across her body as she realized just how much circulation Izzy's grip cut off.

“She was almost double that size when I found her.”

“Wow, someone like that is worth a lot of money. I get requests all the time because some people's parents want a live-in maid but instead of hiring a normal sized person they want them at that size.”

Emily started to close the door but then paused to poke her head back inside. Her dark eyes settled on Heather as she smiled, “I'll be back later, Hot Mom so you can just clean up my boots and stuff and then get ready for the movie marathon when I get home, ok?”

Heather nodded along, still too battered to reply.

The door shut and she found herself dropping down onto the floor. Her whole body shook as she tried to process everything that Izzy had said. To Emily, the price of shrunken people was clearly just some kind of fun fact that she could share as an anecdote at a party. All Heather could think though was that if she had foolishly turned herself over to just a different seemingly sweet college girl, she would have been carted off to God only knows where to be a slave to a pair of rich empty-nesters.

For the first time since she arrived, Heather began to think that Siggy had been right that first day she had been here: Emily was keeping her safe from a very scary and very dangerous world.