“Oh, ah, oh,” Brittany's moans were like cannons going off in Jeremy's ears while each one of her gigantic boyfriend's thrusts sent him sliding back and forth across the dresser she was bracing herself against.

The party had lasted well into the night, and the whole time he was kept at foot level, never rising higher than a few feet off the ground. By the time everyone was exiled from Eric's home, the tiny man knew that his wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw, and each small droplet of beer or liquor that exploded near him left them burning with renewed pain. With everyone gone, the giants had stumbled up to Eric's room, and Jeremy was left gazing up at them as they drunkenly pawed at each other, laughing all the way until they fell back onto his bed.

Jeremy's head spun as the world blurred by, and then he watched as Brittany casually lifted her foot up and started to pry her sneaker off with the toe of her opposite foot. He had screamed and thrashed against the shoelaces that bound him in place, but he had no idea whether or not it was his attempts to get her attention or merely a lucid thought piercing her drunken haze that had made Brittany stop. With the sneaker dangling precipitously off the ball of her foot, she leaned forward and snatched it off.

Her breath was warm, wet, and reeked of booze as she held him close to her face, her big brown eyes glazed over as she marveled at him. “I own your whole dumb family, perv,” she had slurred, the words eliciting another giggle from her, and a deep snort from her boyfriend, “All of you, you're fucking mine and if I wanted I could just just...”

“Eat him,” Eric suggested, his wide hand patting his own chiseled abs hard enough to create an echoing boom.

The tiny teen started to shake with fear as Brittany yanked at his limbs, freeing him as she lifted him up into the sky. “Yeah, I could just fucking eat you,” she opened her mouth wide and Jeremy watched as long strands of sticky saliva spread between teeth big and sharp enough to end his life, “I could eat you and still be hungry afterward.”

“I want to eat him,” Eric growled, and his huge fingers grabbed at Brittany's wrist.

Jeremy's stomach flipped end over end as his humongous former classmates rolled around on the bed. He watched the world whiz by, Eric's dark shadowy room nothing more than a blur to him until he saw the bedspread rapidly growing in his eyes. Then his blonde owner pulled back, giggling as she tried to free her hand, and tiny slave, from her boyfriend's grip. All the air shot out from Jeremy's lungs while Brittany shouted, “Stop, you're going to break him.”

“Who cares?” Eric laughed as he mounted his girlfriend, pinning her wrist against the bed.

Jeremy found himself shoved against a pillow, while Brittany's sweaty blonde hair landed on top of him. He coughed, but was unable to move, mashed between two massive hands as the pair started to make out mere inches from where he was trapped. Thick powerful fingers ran over his naked body as the pair grasped at each others' hands, completely forgetting that he was sandwiched in between. The shrunken young man felt his heart start to pound in his chest as it felt like his whole body was being compressed between two unyielding walls of flesh.

“Oh shit,” Eric finally said, flopping off of his girlfriend and simultaneously freeing Jeremy.

“What?”

“Did we crush him?” Eric asked, while Jeremy sucked in breath after breath, thanking God that he hadn't been killed by the pair's drunken make out session.

Brittany's laugh was all he needed to hear, “I completely forgot he was there.” She lifted her hand up, and Jeremy flailed as his limbs got caught in her thick blonde tresses, his mouth filled with the salty flavor of her sweat and the fruity taste of her shampoo. The next thing he saw was her flushed face giggling down at him, the world spinning beyond as she stumbled over to Eric's dresser. She dropped him onto the wood, and he immediately curled into a tiny ball, terrified of what else was going to happen to him, “You stay right there, loser.”

The pair continued to laugh and slur their words until they fell asleep, leaving Jeremy shivering on top of the freezing dresser.

Jeremy's morning had begun like all of his other mornings, waking up in the dark and wishing the nightmare his life had become was really just a bad dream. Instead, he watched Brittany stalk over to him, but rather than grab him, she snatched up her phone and began to scroll through her messages. Jeremy stared at her, half-naked and illuminated by her phone screen, wondering if she even knew he was at the same height as her bare crotch.

The world then shook, and Jeremy found himself recoiling in horror as Eric's morning wood bounced toward him. The massive cock was bigger than he was tall, and the thick monster was immediately rubbed against Brittany's thighs. She let out a soft moan as her boyfriend started to massage her breasts, while his lips trailed along the nape of her neck.

Her shirt was gone a second later, and Jeremy was searching for cover as she bent forward and planted her hands firmly against the dresser. He didn't move more than a few steps before the sight of Eric thrusting into her stopped him in his tracks. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open in shock as the pair started to fuck, the sight closer to watching two mountains have sex than actual people.

“Hnng,” Eric grunted as he drove his cock in and out of Brittany's slick sex.

“Ah, ah, yes,” she moaned back, her knuckles turning white while her breasts swung through the air like wrecking balls above Jeremy's head.

The tiny man fell to his knees as he watched their muscles flex beneath their sun kissed skin, and Jeremy found himself wondering how he could ever compare to such massive perfect beings. As Eric let out a ferocious and triumphant roar while Brittany shouted in pleasure, Jeremy couldn't help but think of the two as Gods in comparison to him.

Eric yanked his still thick manhood from Brittany, the beast glistening with their sexual juices, and Brittany rose to her full dominating height with a slight shiver. She turned back and kissed Eric gently on the lips, while he pulled her close, and held her tight for a long moment.

“I wish I could stay longer.”

“Mhm, yeah, so do I.” They kissed, and Jeremy just found himself staring at his owner's taut butt cheeks, one of which was grasped by Eric's thick powerful fingers, “My parents aren't coming back till Monday.”

“I know but, like-”

The sight of the two titans finally stopped entrancing Jeremy when Brittany's phone interrupted her. As her huge hand sailed over his world, Jeremy found himself crawling away from it, trying to hide himself, and his stiff erection, from the all-powerful Gods before him.

“Yeah, that's my mom, reminding me that I have to go pick up Lana.”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah, leave it to my sister to ruin everything. Anyway, I need to shower, but I'll be back to help you clean up after I deal with her.”

“Ok,” Eric practically pouted as Brittany walked off to the bathroom, while Jeremy was left standing on the dresser, watching her go just like the giant standing before him. Eric started to loom larger, and Jeremy felt his quaking footsteps through the dresser, “Where are you, you little fuck?”

Jeremy shook with fear as Eric stood before him, along with a wave of masculine funk that made the shrunken teen gag. Instead of grab at him though, Jeremy watched the young behemoth yank open the top drawer, and then root around in it. A second later and Eric was holding a squirming adult man between his fingers.

“Bet you enjoyed listening to that, huh, bitch?” Eric gloated to the tiny man as he stomped back over to his bed and flopped down onto it.

Despite the distance between the dresser and the bed, Jeremy could hear the tiny man's reply, “Yes, Master.”

“Think you could have ever gotten a girl as hot as mine back when you were a real man?” Eric taunted, and Jeremy cringed as he watched the small man clamber onto Eric's ballsack and begin to clean the fresh cum off of the shaft.

“Never, Master.”

“Damn, right,” Eric announced as he snatched up his phone from a bedside table, “Now hurry up and clean my junk. I don't want Brittany to see your tiny faggot ass down there.”

Unable to watch his fellow shrunken man work, Jeremy rushed to the edge of the dresser and retched over the side. His whole body shook as he heard the distant shower, and the soft beeping of Eric playing on his phone. With his eyes shut tight, Jeremy turned around so that he wouldn't see the colossus being 'cleaned' by his tiny servant. When he reopened them, he headed straight for Brittany's phone, his stomach churning at the thought of being left behind with her giant boyfriend.

It was only a few minutes until she returned, but it felt like an eternity, and every time the mattress groaned beneath Eric's weight, Jeremy found himself whimpering, terrified of what might happen if the giant remembered he was sitting just a few steps away.

The world shook, and he turned to see Brittany standing over him, now dressed in cutoffs and a tight white crop top, while her boyfriend lay snoring on the bed beyond with a blanket covering his crotch. “C'mon, loser,” Brittany said as grabbed him and her phone up in one scoop, leaving him squirming between her warm freshly washed skin and the cold glass screen.

The birds were chirping and the sun was shining outside, as if it were just another perfect day where shrunken people weren't being tortured by giants. Jeremy only got to experience it fully for the few thunderous steps between Eric's front door and Brittany's car, where he was instantly dumped in a cupholder beside her phone. Staring at the huge glass monolith, Jeremy pressed his hand against it, wishing for a moment he could somehow get it to recognize his tiny hand as a giant fingertip.

Even when his whole body slammed against it because of the car accelerating, all he could do was stare at a picture of Brittany and Stephanie making stupid faces with the time stamped in the air above their heads.

Jeremy slumped down in the cupholder and gazed up at the real Brittany, her wet hair in a messy bun atop her head, huge sunglasses obscuring her bloodshot eyes, and her bronzed skin glowing in the morning sun. He wondered what she was thinking about as she drove, curious as to whether or not she even cared that he was stuck there with nothing to do but stare up at her, or maybe that was what she wanted. For him and his family to stare up at her, completely entranced and mesmerized, their whole world revolving around her and her every waking thought.

The car slowed and Brittany rolled down her window so she could order coffee at a Starbucks drive-thru. Seconds later and Jeremy was staring at a pair of condensation covered cups being handed to her, one black as night and the other looking more like a milkshake than coffee. She glanced down at him as she slammed the iced coffee down into the empty cupholder, and lifted her phone up into the sky. “Move or get crushed, loser,” she announced with a laugh as her big frap came hurtling down toward him.

The tiny man's heart pounded as he scrambled up over the cupholder and latched on to the frigid iced coffee next to him. His whole body shivered as he stood trapped between the chilly drinks, his muscles cramping from having to balance on the thin sliver of space between the cups. Jeremy's only relief came when Brittany lifted hers skyward, taking long leisurely sips that were always capped off with a soft contented sigh, which always managed to make Jeremy smack his own dried lips against each other.

Desperate for something to quench his thirst, Jeremy had started to lick the condensation off of the iced coffee in front of him by the time the car came to a halt.

They weren't idling long before the passenger side door was yanked open and a gust of hot Chicago air rushed in. “No, don't help or anything,” thundered a giant voice, “I'm only in town for your dumb high school graduation.”

“I had to go to yours,” Brittany sneered.

Jeremy's neck twitched as he turned to take in Brittany's sister, who he always thought of as his former babysitter. Like every giant, Lana Sachs was far more imposing than he remembered, though he couldn't tell if it was from all the piercings that gleamed in the sunlight, the tattoos that covered her milky flesh, or the fact that she was comparatively far larger now than when he was a little kid. His whole body tensed as she yanked the iced coffee he clung to like a life preserver, his legs dangling through the air while his hands held fast to the thick straw before him.

As she sucked down, what to Jeremy looked like gallon after gallon of coffee, her big brown eyes settled on him. He couldn't help but stare at the tongue stud that flashed behind her teeth as she said, “Holy crap, is this Jeremy Cooke?”

“Yep, and he's all yours,” Brittany said with a wave of her hand.

Lana laughed, and Jeremy trembled as she yanked him off of the coffee cup, and then nearly crushed him in her firm grip, “Why don't you want him?”

“Cause I already have one.”

“Pfft, so?” Lana shot back, coating the trembling young man between her fingers in coffee-flavored spittle.

“Mom's making me.”

Lana started to twist Jeremy's small body about, making him wince and whimper as she appraised him like a dog at a show, “Really? Mom doesn't want to have a bunch of tiny people around the house?”

“Fine,” Brittany petulantly snapped, “He's a little perv and it creeps me out. He stares at my friends and junk.”

Jeremy wanted to cry as he listened to Brittany's description of him, as if he was the one who asked to be shoved up Stephanie's vagina or turned into a washcloth by Heather. Meanwhile, Lana laughed, “So why would I want some fucking pervert?”

“You're always talking about how guys stare at you on the subway, I figured you would be used to it.” Brittany's reply earned her a massive eye roll from her sister, but she pressed on, “Besides you don't get a choice, Mom and I already want to keep the other two.”

“Whatever, I don't even know what to do with these things,” Lana said, her fingers uncurling until Jeremy was left dangling between her thumb and forefinger. He stared at her, silently pleading that she wouldn't do anything else to him just before she started to shake him back and forth, causing his body to thrash violently in the air.

“God, you're just like Dad, he didn't want him either.”

The shaking stopped, but Jeremy shuddered one last time anyway, trying to imagine what it would be like to be a servant to the intimidating Sachs patriarch even for a few minutes let alone the rest of his life.

“I didn't say I didn't want him. Just like, I don't know what to do with him.”

“Well, I've been training him for the past few weeks, so thankfully, he already knows what he's supposed to do,” Her eyes flickered between the road and the tiny man, before she asked, “Isn't that right, loser?”

A smile spread across Lana's face as she watched him squirm in response to the question, his voice shaking almost as much as he was, Jeremy shouted, “Y-y-yes, Brittany.” He turned to look directly into Lana's eyes, “I-I'll t-t-take good care of you, Lana.”

“Oh, that's fucking adorable,” Lana said with a laugh as she lowered him down into the valley of her cleavage. He was powerless to stop her as one of her thick beringed fingers shoved him down between her hefty breasts, trapping him in the warm sweaty valley of flesh.

The moment he was out of sight, the conversation turned to more mundane topics, but the sound of Lana's overpowering voice left him constantly shaking. Even when she wasn't speaking, her heart was hammering hard, each thudding pump making him squirm between breasts, which bounced back against every single one of his movements. Then there was the odd sound of hearing coffee spill down her gullet until it splashed into her empty stomach, the sound distant and soft, but disturbingly audible to the tiny man.

The car came to a stop, and he listened to Brittany explain that Eric needed her help cleaning up, leaving Lana with the house all to herself. Jeremy didn't have long to contemplate this before he was being smashed between the elder Sachs girl's hefty breasts as she lugged her bags inside and stamped up the stairs. Doors opened and shut, and then finally he was being yanked out into fresh air once more, his body dangling before Lana's billboard sized face.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with you, huh?”

“Pl-please, Lana.”

“Pu-puh-puh-please what?” She replied with a snicker, “Please don't eat me or crush me or what?”

Jeremy blinked away tears as her stadium announcer-like voice left his ears ringing.

“You know,” she said as she lowered Jeremy down to her bed, setting him gently down between her jean clad thighs, “It makes sense that my Dad wants to give you to me, considering that I'm the reason you're here.”

Jeremy's eyes went wide and he stared up at his former babysitter, a haughty smirk on her distant face. “What?!” He shouted, rage boiling up inside of him.

“I mean, I didn't somehow give you the disease or whatever, but I recognized your dad like that,” she snapped her fingers to emphasize her point, “which was so funny because for a few days around Thanksgiving he thought I had somehow not realized who he was. And so I told my Dad, that based on how the disease works, there was a good chance you and maybe even your mom would have it. He hired a PI, and well, so it goes...”

“You fucking bitch!” Jeremy screamed, and despite having thought his spirit was broken weeks ago, he charged at her without any hesitation. Unable to even think about what he was doing, he smashed his fists against the denim wall that was her thigh, the rough material actually cutting his knuckles open as he pounded it again and again.

“Ooo, a little lower actually, got cramped on the plane,” she cooed and Jeremy screamed wordlessly in response, trying desperately to tear at her clothes, to dig his nails into the material and then the flesh beneath.

Jeremy was suddenly tumbling end over end down her bedspread, and when he came to a halt he felt like his entire left side had been hit by a truck. The world spinning around him, he forced himself to his hands and knees, only to see Lana's finger still poised to flick him.

“Don't be mad, little boy,” she teased him, “After all, what would have happened if I hadn't told my Dad to keep an eye out for you? Where would you have ended up, huh?”

Despite the countless hours he had spent cursing Brittany and her family for what they had done to him, Jeremy had never asked himself that question. He could feel his breathing pick up, and his heart start to pound, as he thought about it. His mom had been stuck in a cage, high up on their kitchen counter, and he had been trapped on the floor far below. There might have been crumbs or scraps they could have survived off of, but it was just a matter of time until something had happened.

Dehydration, starvation, or being attacked by something that was now much larger than themselves was just the tip of the iceberg. Jeremy couldn't help but think of some other random giant breaking into their house, a burglar who might decide to keep them or more of his former classmates who were just looking for an empty house to party in. He could have ended up attached to that freshman cheerleader's shoe as easily as he had Brittany's, or worse, wound up at the mercy of Eric like the man he had seen that morning.

The tears came quickly as Jeremy collapsed against the sheets, smashing his fists against the immense bed as it shifted beneath him.

“Yeah, that's right,” Lana cooed, and he felt her huge warm finger run down his back, “Let it all out, little loser.”

A strange smell wafted over him, and lifting his head, Jeremy blinked through the tears to find himself staring at Lana's immense exposed crotch. The entirety of her womanhood was completely bare, allowing him to see that the tattoo that wound up her left thigh and snaked over her vagina to end in a rose beneath her waist. Her huge finger lifted off of him and then gently ran against the tattoo, stopping right on top of the rose before she slowly brought it down to tease her own sex.

“Now, little guy,” she purred as he watched her play with herself, “I really don't know what I'm going to do with you. I sort of figured that Brittany would love to keep one of her classmates around to do, well, whatever the hell she's been doing with you. I could give you to my friend Mags, she seems to want one of you little shits for some reason.”

All Jeremy could do was stare at her, his mouth agape as he tried to make sense of anything she was saying.

“But then I'd have to smuggle you through the airport, and frankly, that sounds like a lot of fucking work for something I don't care much about... unless, you can make yourself useful in the meantime.”

His neck started to hurt as he stared up at her smiling visage, all of her tattoos and piercings making her look like some sort of smirking trickster goddess to the tiny man trapped between her thighs. Holding back tears, Jeremy marched toward the immense womanhood of the girl responsible for his capture.

And again she purred, “That's right.”