Jeremy's whole body was coated in sweat and Lana's sexual juices as he squirmed about in her panties, trying desperately to please his immense former babysitter as she sat waiting for the El. It wasn't long after she had gotten home that the giantess had decided her night would be best spent at a venue in Chicago listening to some bands than it would be sitting in her old bedroom. When he had watched her buy the ticket on her phone from the carpet, where he had been licking the lint from between her toes, Jeremy had actually breathed a sigh of relief.

His entire morning and afternoon had been spent at her mercy, trying to please her in any way he could think of, desperately trying to prove his worth to the titaness. He massaged every inch of her body he could reach, he licked anything that might stimulate her, and now he was debasing himself as he alternated between chewing a callus off her pinky toe and licking the lint off her spongy footflesh. As far as he could tell though, none of it had done more than make the huge girl smirk or give a single curt laugh.

The moment her phone buzzed with the confirmation email, her massive beringed fingers had descended from the sky and wrapped around him. “Time for your real audition, little dude,” her thunderous voice had boomed as she fumbled with her jeans once again.

He stared down at her bare sex, momentarily illuminated in the shadowy confines of her jeans, before her hand sent him deep into the cotton prison of her panties. Jeremy twisted about as he tried to right himself, and as his thin limbs brushed against her labia, he could hear the soft moans bubble past her lips. The panties snapped shut, and he was instantly pinned against her body, his sweaty flesh practically stuck to hers, and then the light disappeared and the sound of the zipper sealed his fate.

“Keep me satisfied, and I'll see about taking you back to New York, Jeremy,” she had said as her hand pressed against the crotch of her jeans, the simple pat strong enough to send his head sliding past her vaginal lips for a brief terrifying moment.

Then she had started to walk, each step making his body go in and out of her immense womanhood, causing her to let out soft surprised coos as she went. Terrified that even that wasn't enough for Lana, he squirmed and licked and tried his best to keep her happy. Even as she walked to the distant El station, popping into old haunts as she went, causing sweat to slowly move down her body and hit him with salty droplets, he kept licking. When the sound of the show left him unable to hear anything but a loud ringing in his ear for the long walk back to the El, he didn't stop squirming. And now as she sat waiting for the train to rumble up, and he could finally hear the soft beeping of her phone, Jeremy Cooke kept at it.

He could feel her huge fingers press down against him, shoving his tiny body past her labia once more. Rather than squirm away, he took a deep breath and wiggled his way in up to his waist, and despite the pain radiating out from the small of his back, did his best to squirm about inside. The tiny teenager was met with a moan that resounded in his very bones, and he pulled himself back out, his skin coated in fresh juice that he licked off his lips. His whole body shook as the train arrived, and it was several more sucking steps before she settled down once more, and Jeremy nuzzled up against her body.

The only thing he could smell at this point was Lana, his whole body reeked of her and the cotton wall behind him was soaked all the way through with her bodily fluids. He didn't know how she could walk around in public, constantly groaning and cooing to herself, without feeling supremely self-conscious. As he squirmed up, climbing her crotch like a cliffside, and pressed his lips against her clitoris, eliciting another shudder from the giantess, Jeremy realized that that was merely how confident Lana was. How she had always been, he recalled thinking back to when he was a little kid and she, the awesome teenager who looked after him some nights. A girl who dyed her hair, pierced her tongue, and talked about how much she hated their dumb little suburb.

Jeremy was far happier to be enslaved a woman so much more deserving of adoration than her bitchy entitled sister. The little man felt a voice somewhere in the back of his head screaming, demanding that he fight Lana, but she was all he could smell, all he could feel. His tiny body moved of its own accord as he humped against her body and wrapped his mouth around her engorged clitoris. He didn't stop pumping away at her until she stood up and his legs were sucked into her body, dragging him down deeper into her crotch.

Plunging his head in and out, he felt his own heartbeat move in time with the sound of the blood coursing through her veins. His breathing became ragged as wave after wave of her sexual fluids rolled over him, and the sounds of the quiet suburban night faded away, completely subsumed by Lana.

Light poured in and Jeremy felt like he was falling.

He stared up into a sky filled by Lana's milky thighs and her wet crotch, before he landed with a soft splat on her panties, the jeans below cushioning what could have easily been a fatal fall to his tiny body. Jeremy lay beneath her, watching her stomach go in and out as she took in slow measured breaths. “Fuck,” the enormous woman muttered, and then the whole world shifted beneath Jeremy.

The tiny teen's body tensed up as he started to roll about the crotch of Lana's panties, grabbing onto the wet cotton as everything shook. A tower of denim rose into the sky as Lana yanked her foot free from the cuff of her cigarette jeans. For a moment, the giantess's reddened sole hung above him, casting him entirely in shadow and he fought the urge to scream in terror as it hurtled down through the sky and crashed against the bare carpet in front of him. His whole world shook with the simple act, and before he could recover, the tangled up mass of jeans and panties was sent tumbling once again as she kicked them off her other foot.

Jeremy was airborne, his stomach flipping end over end as he skimmed over the expansive floor of Lana's bedroom before his denim craft crashed back to the earth and sent him tumbling out onto the carpet. He rolled over the thick fibers until he smashed into the tan rubber of tread of her dark navy Vans. His head spinning, the tiny young man slowly pushed himself to his hands and knees, the sexual juices and sweat he had swallowed threatening to spill out of his body.

The fact that Lana was moving through her room, sending out a fresh earthquake with each step didn't help. He finally managed to swallow down the mixture of bile and pussy juice when he was cast in deep dark shadow, Lana's now bare hand wrapping around him and carrying him high into the sky.

Jeremy was level with the silky basketball shorts she had put on, and watched as her huge bare feet kicked the sneakers upright before she shoved them on. The world of the Sachs home blurred about as she carried him, her grip tighter than her sister's ever had been. Finally, everything came to a stop as he was dropped onto a cool glass table and the immense giantess sat down in a chaise lounge.

He sat there, trembling as he watched her open a small plastic bag and then stuff bunches of weed into a small glass pipe. She lit it and a second later, the all encompassing scent of Lana was replaced with the earthy buttery scent of marijuana. A thick cloud rolled past the giant girl's lips and her big brown eyes looked down at him.

She dropped her lighter next to him, and Jeremy couldn't help but flinch as her fingers hung in the air over him. Her thick index finger came down and ran down his backside, making him whimper unconsciously, terrified that she was about to do something to him. “You didn't do half-bad tonight, little dude,” she said, lazily releasing another cloud of hazy smoke into the sky, “I mean, not as good as a dildo but I can't just walk around with a dildo inside me all night can I?”

“Th-than-thank you, Lana,” he managed to stutter out.

Her finger pressed against his back and he was shoved against the cold glass, pinned by the single digit. “I don't remember giving you permission to speak, Jeremy.”

Tears rolled down Jeremy's cheeks as she chuckled high above him, and he debated on whether or not to even try to apologize. Before he could though, her fingers dug beneath him and forced the air from his lungs. He was lifted up before her billboard sized smirking face, and as she gave him another good squeeze to ensure his body was dying for air, Lana took a long drag off of her bowl. Jeremy shook his head back and forth, silently pleading with the gigantic blonde before she puckered her lips and blew a gale force gust of weed smoke into his face. Her grip loosened and Jeremy had no choice but to suck in the secondhand smoke, instantly making his head feel like little more than a balloon, and turning his muscles completely slack.

She let the little man hang between her thumb and forefinger, giggling as Jeremy did his best to lift his head up, “Knew you'd be a lightweight but one little breath and you've got a real secondhand high going, huh?” The shrunken Jeremy couldn't manage to say anything, only dimly aware of the human landscape shifting beneath him.

He was transferred from her thick stubby fingers to her thick soft toes, the scent of her footsweat actually managing to overpower the clouds of weed smoke that hung in the air above him. His head was pinched between her second and big toe, his whole body hanging limp against her thick sole. “Have a good night, little dude,” she said with a giggle as she lowered her foot back toward her now empty Vans.

As he felt the heat of the confined shoe hit his back, and the smell intensify, Jeremy momentarily pierced through the fog in his brain, and whispered, “Please, no...”

Then his backside was being scraped against the soft insole until his head slammed against the toe of the shoe. The toes wiggled on either side of his head while the ball of her foot rested gently against his chest, with his legs and crotch spared by her arch. The foot hit the ground, sending a jolt through his body but then it simply rested there, the toes batting his head back and forth or squeezing his shoulders while his new owner continued to smoke high above him.

Jeremy actually found himself drifting in and out of consciousness as Lana wound down her night, but then she rose up to her full height. The pressure against his body increased dramatically, and then it felt like he was soaring through the sky before all of the air was knocked from his lungs and it felt like all of his organs were about to be squeezed out through his mouth. Lana took another step, and Jeremy blacked out.

When the tiny teen woke up the next morning, he immediately bashed his head against the canvas walls of Lana's sneaker. He collapsed back against the still damp sweaty insole, trying to make sense of what had happened. Slowly, his hands explored his body, and he found himself thanking God that nothing seemed to be broken, despite the fact that every inch of his body felt sore and bruised. With great effort, the tiny young man crept his way toward the mouth of the shoe where light was pouring in.

Yanking himself up against the wall of the low canvas sneaker, he stared out across the vast landscape of Lana's bedroom. He tried to pull himself out of the shoe, but his body screeched in protest, and instead he remained flopped up against it as the huge young woman strolled back into the room, followed by her younger sister.

Jeremy squirmed back into the mouth of the sneaker as Brittany walked in wearing a floral print dress with her graduation gown over it. Anger flared up within him as he thought about how unfair it was that Brittany Sachs was going to graduate when he would be spending the rest of his life pinned beneath her sister's foot. He smashed his fist against the side of Lana's sneaker, which instantly made his shoulder wince.

“-'re not going to keep him then give him back to me,” Brittany demanded, and a jolt of fear shot down Jeremy's spine as he realized they were talking about him.

“No,” Lana replied, her voice firm as she tugged on a pair of dark red Doc Martens that matched the scarlet dress she wore.

“C'mon!” Brittany replied with a stamp of her foot, “At least give him to me for today so my feet can match.”

Jeremy's eyes were drawn down to the floor, where his father was held fast against Brittany's foot, held down by nothing more than a few thin strips of floral fabric. High above, he heard Lana laugh, “I don't think they're going to let you graduate wearing a shrunken person, Brittany.”

“Let them try and stop me, and like everyone else who has one. Now give me that little loser.”

The world shook as Lana's thick-soled boots crashed back to the ground and she stood up, still standing inches below her younger sister, “I said no, Brittany.”

“You're so mean!” Brittany screamed, before stomping off, each step sending an earthquake through Jeremy's world while he watched his father shake back and forth against her tan skin. “Mom!” Jeremy's ears rang as he listened to her shout, “Lana's being a bitch!”

“Language!” Roared Mrs. Sachs from somewhere else in the house.

The booming footsteps of Lana brought Jeremy back to his horrific reality, and he craned his neck back as she towered over him. “Oh, so you are awake, little dude?” Jeremy trembled as she bent down and scooped him up into her palm, lifting him all the way up to her mouth. The smell of minty toothpaste tinged with eggs and bacon wafted over him as Lana spoke, “Did you hear Brittany's tantrum, little guy?”

Jeremy swallowed a lump in his throat, unable to keep his eye of the glittering tongue stud in Lana's mouth, terrified that if she didn't want to keep him, he might be sliding past it in a second. “Y-ye-yes, Lana...”

“Yeah, you did a good job yesterday but I decided that I don't really need a little loser to paint my nails and scrub dog shit off of my shoes.”

“Pl-please, Lana,” Jeremy begged as she lowered him into an empty desk drawer.

Her thick finger ruffled his unkempt hair, “Don't worry, dude, my dad said he found a nice home for you. Away from your parents, away from Brittany and her bitchy friends, it'll be pretty nice for you, I think. Don't you?”

Jeremy couldn't hold back tears as he watched her thick beringed fingers rest on the drawer, ready to close it with a flick of her enormous wrist. Never see his family again? No matter how much he hated watching his mother and father prostrate themselves at the feet of the Sachs women, he couldn't imagine never seeing them ever again. He choked back a sob just long enough to plead with the immense punk goddess standing above him, “Please, no, Lana, keep me, please, I'll do anything you ask...”

“Yeaaaah,” Lana stretched out the word and shook her head, “But no. Mags's bitchy roommate apparently shrank down to the size of like a housecat, so I don't even need a tiny guy like you, besides trust me, you'll like whoever my dad picked.”

The drawer started to slide back, shadow rolling over Jeremy's world as he bashed his fists against the wood, “No, Lana, please, I don't want to go somewhere else, I'll stay with Brittany, please!”

BOOM!

And the drawer shut, and outside he could hear Lana literally whistling high above him, as if separating him from his family was her good deed for the day. “I'll be good,” Jeremy continued to plead in the darkness, “I won't fight or talk back or do anything I'm not told to, just please, don't give me away, please, please...”

He muttered and begged for what felt like hours, even though he knew the entire Sachs family was on the other side of town, watching their youngest daughter graduate from high school. He sat in the darkness, sobbing, wondering if his mother was sitting in her shoebox or keeping Jennifer Sachs's feet company in a pair of pumps, while his father was paraded in front of all of Brittany's friends like he was a new piece of jewelry. He thought about all the ways he could try and fight back against his new owner, whoever it was, but he couldn't even wrap his head around why he should bother. If he was too much of a hassle, like he was for Lana, he could just be passed off to someone else, and be carried further and further away from ever seeing his parents again.

Jeremy heard some pop song blaring somewhere in the Sachs house, or maybe it was in their backyard. Everyone had returned, and the graduation party had begun, the music barely able to cover the sound of the giants' voices as they chatted like it was just any other celebration, as if his tiny family weren't being torn apart by the picture perfect Sachses. At that moment, sitting in the dark, Jeremy realized that his mother was right, and being a slave to giants was just his life now.

He felt the tremors of someone approaching at the same time he caught the deep basso rumbling of Michael Sachs's voice, “-are you liking the new job?”

“Yes, thank you again for the reference,” a woman's voice replied.

“It was the least I could do, given how things ended.”

The woman laughed, “It was bound to happen eventually, and I was ready to move on anyway.”

“That's good,” Michael Sachs paused for a moment, “The moving on, I mean.”

“I know what you meant.”

“And it was nice of you to come by, you didn't have to give Brittany anything.”

The tremors of their footfalls stopped directly in front of Lana's desk, and Jeremy couldn't help but tremble, realizing that whoever was on the other side of the wood was his new owner.

The giantess laughed, and Jeremy decided that she sounded nice and thankfully young, “I've been buying the Christmas gifts you've given her for the last few years, I have a pretty good idea of what she likes.”

“I suppose that's true, still, it was a very nice gift.”

“Well, you helped me get a very nice new job.”

There was a long pause, and Jeremy could hear the giants breathing pick up above him while their clothes ruffled against each other. “Alicia,” Mr. Sachs finally said.

“Right, right, sorry...” she laughed, but it sounded hollow, not the smooth rich laugh Jeremy had just heard, “Old habits...”

“Yeah,” he coughed and suddenly the whole drawer shook and Jeremy was blinded by the light. As he blinked, struggling to adjust, “Anyway, I wanted to, well, as a... Lana didn't want it and I don't want another one of these things in my house.”

Jeremy's eyes finally adjusted to the bright light of Lana's room in time to watch a feminine hand wrap around his body. Her skin smelled of flowers and cocoa butter, and he couldn't help but notice the dark brown almost chocolate color of her nails as she carried him up into the sky, where he found himself staring into a gorgeous face framed by long dark hair. “Hello, little guy,” she cooed, one long delicate finger reaching up and running over his hair. He couldn't take his eyes from her plump full lips, her lipstick almost matching the color of her nails, “I'm Alicia, but I think you should call me Ms. Everly.”

Staring up at her, realizing that she literally held his life in the palm of her hand, Jeremy instantly nodded his head and said, “Yes, Ms. Everly.”

“Mhm, that's a good boy,” she added before lowering him down into her purse, where Jeremy was once more sealed in darkness, crammed between make up, a wallet, and plenty of other things the gorgeous woman owned.