The Pacific Ocean crashed against the sandy Malibu shore somewhere in the distance, constantly competing with the roar of cars passing by on the PCH. Sucking in a deep breath the middle aged Jeremy Cooke could almost feel his toes wiggling in the sand as the warm clear water of the Pacific lapped against his toes. Then the smell of his owners foot drifted up his nostrils and he was brought back to reality.

“And that's how I ended up with him, Blake,” Nikki's voice thundered in the distance. Despite being well over fifty now, and a managing partner at one of the biggest entertainment law firms in Los Angeles, the blonde woman was still as trim as she had been when she first moved to the West Coast with Jeremy and Kimmy sharing space in her carry-on.

“Oh,” her daughter Blake said with a laugh, “I always thought he was just one of your interns like Kimmy.”

“Oh no,” Nikki's body shook with laughter and Jeremy found himself latching onto her foot just to stay on the poolside lounge chair, “No, I don't think he even graduated high school.”

Jeremy's face burned with embarrassment at the giantess's words, even though he hadn't given much thought to his old life as a giant for the better part of a decade, hearing half-understood bits and pieces relayed by his immense blonde owner to her daughter opened up all the old wounds. He had done well in school, probably could have graduated a year early if he didn't want to take all those Advanced Placement courses. Hell, he thought to himself as he moved up Nikki's leg, rubbing tanning oil against her skin, which after decades in California had barely reached a buttered toast level of tan, Jeremy could have easily gotten into the same schools that Brittany Sachs had.

His blood boiled as he thought of the giant blonde girl who had ruined his family's lives. No doubt she was now a lawyer or a doctor or a VP at some Fortune 500 company. Meanwhile, he was still doing the same menial shit he had been doing when he was a teenager.

“They used to let Shrinkees go to school?” Blake suddenly boomed, and Jeremy couldn't help but turn to look at her.

It still blew his mind that the blonde bombshell lounging like a mountain range in the chair next to Nikki was the same little girl he had watched grow up over the past eighteen years. It had been terrifying being in the presence of someone so powerful but so completely unaware of it. She had treated the shrunken people in her parents Malibu mansion as little more than living dolls for most of her life, only coming to see them as the slaves they were when she became a teenager and started acting full time.

“No, dear,” Nikki corrected her daughter casually, not even lifting her head up, while Jeremy massaged oil into her thighs, “Like Kimmy he shrunk one day, weren't you even paying attention to the story?”

“No, I know, just like,” from his perch up on Nikki's thigh, Jeremy watched as Blake lifted up her sunglasses to stare down at her own feet. The tiny man followed the teenage actress's gaze to where his own daughter was rubbing lotion into the girl's feet.

Lizzie, as Blake had always called her, was several years older than the girl she had been gifted to. Almost twenty-six, she had lived her entire life as a slave to giants, with both Jeremy and Kimmy never telling her about their previous lives as full sized humans, to spare her the pain of imagining a normal life. Jeremy's daughter stood an inch-and-a-half taller than he was, thanks to her mother's towering nine inches, but she still looked like an action figure besides the foot that she tended to, her head down as she concentrated on her work.

Blake's toes splayed so she could watch Lizzie rub the lotion into her skin, “I'm trying to imagine taking my Little Lizzie to school, or God, can you imagine if people her size were just underfoot all the time.” Both gigantic women laughed at the thought of Shrinkees trying to go about daily lives like a person did while Jeremy suddenly thought of his father, still insistent on walking the dog when he had been barely any bigger than it. “They'd probably get squashed before kids even made it to their first class.”

Lizzie let out a surprised yelp as Blake's foot shoved into her body, knocking her down before smothering her a second later. “Huh, can you imagine it, Lizzie? Trying to get through a hallway and then immediately getting caught beneath my flip-flop?”

“No, Mistress Blake!” Lizzie screamed, and Jeremy turned his attention back to Nikki's huge body, trying to block out the scene next to him.

“Would you have ever wanted to go to school with me, Lizzie?” Blake asked, the ice in her drink jingling as she took a sip from it, “I mean, like, if I had gone to a real school. I guess she was with me when I was tutored on set...”

“No, Mistress Blake,” Lizzie shouted, “School sounds scary.”

Jeremy brushed away a tear as he carefully crawled over Nikki's stomach, clearing her belly button of any lint before he started to rub her stomach down with oil.

“Based on some of the stories the writers told me it sounded like a real drag,” Blake added to her tiny companion's comment, “I'm so glad I didn't have to go.”

“When did you talk to the writers on set?” Nikki muttered, half-asleep as she lay out in the sun. Her hand drifted up and ran across Jeremy's back, the weight of it enough to keep him from moving. He laid down against her firm stomach and let her fingers pet him again and again.

“All the time,” Blake said, rolling onto her side to stare at her mother while Lizzie desperately tried to accommodate the sudden movement of her gigantic mistress, “I had to know something about normal life so I could get in character. Not that the nerds in the writers room seemed to have much in the way of a normal high school experience.”

“Mhm, I guess that makes sense dear...” Nikki drifted off, and Jeremy looked to the sweating bottle of torrontes that sat on the table next to her, well more than half gone.

“Yeah, Mom, it's how I won a fucking Emmy,” Blake muttered darkly to herself, angrily adding, “Well, a fucking daytime Emmy.”

Nikki let out a soft snort, and Jeremy's whole body shook beneath her hand.

“Mom? Were you even listening?”

“I'm listening, Mistress Blake!” Lizzie called up from the girl's foot.

“You're always listening, Lizzie,” Blake sniped down at the girl, shoving her big toe against the tiny woman, and making Jeremy wince.

The young actress rose up to her feet, sliding them into a pair of flip-flops before she downed the remaining water in her glass. “Mom? I'm going to finish off your wine, and take your slaves up to my room. Say something if you don't want me to.”

Nikki, of course, remained silent.

“Yep, that's what I figured,” Blake said with a roll of her eyes, as she poured the wine into her glass and then reached over toward Jeremy. Despite years of being handled by giants, the tiny man still flinched back, unable to forget a sleepover when the girl was eleven where they played a game called 'catch the shrinkee' and threw him back and forth. “C'mere,” Blake grumbled as her fingers slid beneath her mother's and yanked him from the woman's loose grip.

He hung in her hand, and wrapped his arms around her fingers as she bent down toward the lounge chair. She opened up the top of her swimsuit slightly, and Jeremy watched as his own daughter scrambled forward and jumped into the deep valley of Blake's cleavage. From his position at her waist, Jeremy craned his neck and looked up toward the hefty breasts that Blake immediately pushed together with a giggle. “All snug my wittle wizzie?” The giantess asked before making a kissy face down at the young woman trapped in her cleavage.

“Yes, Mistress Blake!” His daughter called back, before making a loud kissing sound back up toward her.

Blake carried them through the sprawling Malibu mansion, which blurred by like so many of the giant homes that Jeremy had lived in over the years, with each thunderous step accompanied by the light thwack of the girl's flip-flops. She walked into a room that was bigger than any Jeremy could have imagined a teenager having even when he was a giant, and then set him down on the ground. Without another word, she turned on heel and disappeared into the rest of the house with a few thunderous steps.

Sitting on the thick carpet beside her bed, Jeremy let out a long sigh, wondering just how different his life would have been if things had turned out differently. He thought back to the day he ended up in Alicia's care, pleading with Lana to let him stay, and how he had been willing to do anything. Yet, as he sat there on the carpet, he wondered if maybe his gigantic former babysitter had been right. Had he really wanted to watch his parents grow old while enslaved to Lana's family?

His parents had to be in their late seventies by now, if they were even still alive. The tiny man bit his lip and held back tears, he truly doubted that Brittany Sachs would keep a frail old man alive as a tiny slave at any age. Hell, he realized as he pulled his knees close to his chest, his father might not have even survived her college years.

As he wondered how well Jennifer Sachs might have treated his mother, the floorquakes heralded Blake's return. He barely had time to register that she was looming directly over him before he was scooped up into her hand and carried through her room.

Jeremy landed with a soft plop on the floor next to Kimmy, whose hair had long ago started to go gray from the stress of serving the giants. Still, as Jeremy stared to the closest thing he had to a wife in his entire life, he couldn't help but notice the firm muscles that years of service had provided her, a lean physique that many giants her age would kill for. After all these years, just looking at her stirred his member ever so slightly.

Blake dropped a pair of tall black heels next to them and then loomed over them, their own daughter poking out of her cleavage. “Alright, little ones, Mistress Blake needs these polished up by the time the designers come for her fitting, ok?”

“Yes, Mistress Blake,” they grumbled in unison.

“Good, good, I'm sure some old pros like you should be able to get it done pretty quick, right?”

“Of course, Mistress Blake.”

“Good,” the giantess purred as she rose back up to her full height.

As she walked away, both Jeremy and Kimmy could hear Lizzie call up from the girl's cleavage, “What about me, Mistress?”

“Oh, Mistress has one of her special jobs for you, Little Lizzie,” the blonde thundered as she shut the door to her closet, as if that could ever drown out the noise of the 'special jobs' Lizzie had been doing for her the moment the giant girl had discovered sex.

“Fucking bitch,” Kimmy grunted, “Using Lizzie like that...”

Jeremy took a deep breath, “Kim...”

“I know...” she sighed, “I know. It's far better than we were treated when this all started. The things Nikki would do with us when she first moved here.”

They both shuddered at the memory.

“Nikki told Blake how she got me today,” Jeremy added as they started to polish the big black heels, “Can you believe that she never told her that story?”

“Did she tell her the whole story?” Kimmy asked, tackling the opposite shoe.

“As much of it as she knows, or remembers.”

“How did Lizzie take it?”

“I don't know,” Jeremy muttered, “I think she's much better at ignoring them than we ever will be.”

“Probably...”

They both sighed, and Jeremy reached over, and wrapped her hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Hey, do you think, like...” he found himself laughing at the thought, “If we hadn't shrunk, we would still have gotten together?”

Kimmy laughed, the sound actually managing to compete with the first of Blake's earth shattering moans, “Oh, Jeremy, c'mon...”

“Come on what? You aren't that much older than me, and you were living in Chicago, and I was going to apply to both U of C and Northwestern...”

“I don't know, Jeremy,” she said, still giggling.

“I like to think we would have,” he replied, returning his attention to a small scuff near the bottom of Blake's heel.

For a moment, Jeremy got lost in the thought of what could have happened, how his life could have ended up so differently if he had simply been Immune. Then, Blake's thunderous moans brought him back to reality, a reality that was filled with the smell of shoe leather and foot funk.

They both stopped their work, and concentrated on blocking out the sounds that came through the door. Kimmy reached over to him and grabbed his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. At least, he realized as they pulled each other closer, their hands going over each others ears, they weren't alone anymore. The time he had spent under Alicia Everly, Kimmy's time alone with Nikki, his father's year in the hell of Brittany's room. He had no idea how any of them had survived.

Or worse, he realized as the cacophony finally came to an end, and they heard Blake rise up and carry their daughter into the bathroom for a shower, how any of them could have survived without the giants who ruled over their lives.