The days began to blur into each other for Tiffany.

She would often find herself waking up somewhere in Amanda's cavernous bedroom. Some mornings she'd wake up sweating in the shadowy valley between the blonde's thighs, her limbs tangled up with George or Rebecca's and the stench of Amanda's sex burning her nostrils. Other mornings found her on the dresser or the floor, huddled up for warmth against one of her fellow shrinkees beneath a discarded sock to help ward off the chilling air conditioning. On rare occasions, she'd awake to find herself in the sock-filled cage, sometimes as a punishment and sometimes because Amanda would crowd her little trio into its confines for her own unexplained reasons.

None of them ever questioned it, at least not aloud and certainly not within ear shot of Amanda or her redheaded sex toy. The blonde woman was their Goddess and it wasn't their place to understand the rhyme or reason of what she did.

The mornings were a flurry of activity as Amanda got ready for the day and Tiffany would often find herself flopping in the woman's hand when she walked into the bathroom. Her place as Amanda's loofah was firmly cemented within her first week, which meant that when they finished licking the giantess's chosen shoes clean for the day, Tiffany's next job would be to give Rebecca a sponge bath.

For the first few weeks, Tiffany continued to blush and tremble while she serviced the amazonian girl. However as time passed, she found herself enjoying it more and more, even looking forward to it. The way that Rebecca lounged against the towering cabinets so that she was constantly looking down at Tiffany sent strange jolts through the tiny brunette's body, her stomach twisting and churning as fear and arousal warred within her. The redhead slowly started to guide her hand after the first week or two, ensuring that she devoted proper attention to her more sensitive areas.

At first, George would hang around to watch but that changed quickly. The small pathetic man would be banished to start some other task while Tiffany and Rebecca finished their morning meal. If he still lingered when the redhead propped herself up against the cabinets, a single annoyed glance would send him scurrying out of sight with a yelp and an apology.

“A lost boy in a woman's world,” Rebecca would occasionally whisper as one of her slightly too big hands ran through Tiffany's hair. They'd laugh quietly together before Rebecca's hand would push her down a little further.

Tiffany was always certain to put a damp cloth between her face and the girl's womanhood before she could be forced to do what Rebecca really wanted of her. The amazon always gave a mildly annoyed grunt in response but she never pushed the issue any further.

The brunette was glad that Rebecca didn't force her.

She wasn't gay.

A fact that she had to remind herself of daily between being dragged across Amanda's towering body in the shower, washing the lean redhead in the morning, and serving their Goddess when she returned home. Most evenings, they would all be forced to massage her feet and clean her shoes while she simply relaxed; watching television, playing video games, reading, or whatever else it was that she did.

When Amanda walked back into her bedroom, she would sometimes carry them and other times simply pat her thigh and call for them, “Lovelies, it's bedtime...”

They would rush to follow at her heels, the world shaking beneath their feet with each one of their Goddess's thunderous footfalls. Then the evening would truly begin as Amanda chose who would be her little toy for the night. More often than not, she would choose Rebecca or pair the redhead up with Tiffany or George.

The rarest occasions were when she put Tiffany and George together.

Their Goddess would often tease them when she placed them on her broad mostly flat stomach. “Mhm, my two teeny tiny heteros,” she cooed, her stomach shuddering as she laughed, “What would you do if I told you to fuck?”

Tiffany would stiffen at that taunt and her eyes would drift to the raging erection that George always sported before they all went to bed.

Amanda never actually demanded they do it but her eyes would glaze over as she watched their reaction. They would both start to tremble though for vastly different reasons when the blonde bit her lip and tilt her head back and forth like she was mulling it over.

Then a hand would swoop in and grab one of them.

She'd cackle with glee before she slid them into her mouth legs first where her tongue assaulted their crotch almost instantly. While one half of the couple was forced to squirm and flail as the massive wet beastly muscle had its way with them, the other would be brought down to Amanda's crotch. There they would be vigorously rubbed and then slid inside Amanda while the world shuddered beneath her bucking hips.

When Amanda had her way with them, she dropped them back between her thighs, pulled the covers up over her chest and sighed, “Good night, lovelies.”

Then the day would begin again.

As days turned into weeks, Tiffany had no idea why she eagerly awaited Amanda's return.

It had something to do with the way the day just seemed to stretch into eternity when they were finished with their tasks. Even with three shrinkees, there was only so much they could actually do for the giantess. By the time she finished washing Rebecca, they might have to finish cleaning Amanda's running sneakers or dust out some hard to reach spots but eventually by the early afternoon there was nothing.

No amount of napping or lounging could fill the immense void between the end of their chores and Amanda's return.

They never spoke of their old lives and they rarely spoke to each other at all.

Tiffany couldn't help but think about the way Chase's shrinkee would greet them whenever they got home. She had never understood it from her own dominating Five Foot Eight, but from her place on the floor it was all starting to make sense.

Even in the massive McMansion that Chase and his mom had lived in, the shrunken man must have been able to hear the door crash open and shut. He probably would have heard Chase's car pull up, the truck's huge engine idling in the driveway as she and him made out, neither of them truly interested in controlling themselves when they were out of school. The little man wasn't waiting for them at the door when they walked in but that was only because his tiny frame made it almost impossible for him to go up and down the stairs.

They would walk right up to Chase's room, not even bothering to take off their coats and only scraping their shoes against the welcome mat enough that they didn't track dirt anywhere. The little man had no doubt been able to hear their feet pounding up the stairs and he definitely would feel the ground shake as they approached.

If a petite little blonde like Amanda could produce such powerful quakes, Tiffany could only imagine the way the world would shake beneath Chase's six foot two frame. He always wore heavy shoes too; thick soled high top sneakers, Timberland boots, even his flip flops had a thick cushioned sole that would smack loudly against his immense feet.

Add in whatever she was wearing that day whether it was hard soled flats or boots or even some sandals, and they would no doubt have sent the shrinkee to his knees with their approach.

Yet whenever the door opened, he would yell out a greeting in his high-pitched little voice.

Chase barely even acknowledged him, his huge foot would plow into the tiny man more often than not and the shrinkee was sent tumbling across the floor. Tiffany never questioned the casual disregard for the tiny being and she often found herself slightly aroused by the way her big strapping boyfriend so easily dominated a man who was at least twice their age.

A man who, the moment they sat down, rushed to their feet to kiss them and apologize for getting in his master's way.

Then Chase would kick him again and command him to clean Tiffany's shoes, since he'd have all night to toil at his master's feet.

His pathetic apologies would quickly be overpowered by their own voices, voices which no doubt boomed in his little ears. Tiffany would regularly slip off her shoes and lay across Chase's bed before patting it invitingly so they could start making out again. Sometimes they would just leave it at that but other times, one thing would lead to another.

Which would often find the shrunken man being snatched up to be used as their plaything.

It wasn't hard for Tiffany to imagine the terror that would course through the shrunken man's body now. Whenever Amanda snatched her up, there was a good chance that she was about to be used solely for the blonde's pleasure.

Tiffany also found it hard not to think about the fact that the little man would no doubt have seen Chase and Amanda together. He would wait by the door of Chase's room, feeling the giant's quaking footfalls and hear another set of feet. Would he be able to actually tell the difference between Amanda's thunder and her own?

Or was it simply a surprise for the shrunken man every day who would walk through the door?

Tiffany had no such surprises.

Amanda always came home alone.

Even though she went on fairly regular dates and sometimes didn't even dress up for them, she never actually brought anyone back to her immense apartment. Sometimes she would come back very late, drunk or starting to sober up, and for a while she wondered about the goings on of the giantess's love life but eventually she stopped caring.

Amanda's love life had no bearing on her own tiny existence as the giantess's servant.

Toiling at the giantess's feet, Tiffany realized that much of Amanda's life was simply a mystery to her. Even as the weeks stretched into months, she still had no idea what the giantess did beyond 'coding' and she realized that she barely had any idea where she even was in the world.

Amanda occasionally took her or her fellow shrinkees out onto her balcony but they couldn't see the world beyond, a world that Amanda stared at while sipping on some fancy beer or sucking on a vape pen. The thought of asking the giantess filled Tiffany with dread and even broaching the subject with Rebecca or George made her feel uneasy.

She knew that Rebecca would have no qualms about telling Amanda anything she did that could be conceived of as 'wrong.' Even with the daily “bathing” that she gave to Rebecca, she knew the redhead would turn on her in an instant to preserve her status as 'Goddess's Favorite'.

Eventually, Tiffany noticed that she had simply stopped paying attention to what Amanda did far up in the heavens. One evening, after she finished painting the blonde's toes she craned her neck back to see if Amanda was pleased with the work she had done. Instead of the giantess's smiling face though, she was met with her shadowy torso. Amanda was hunched over her desk while her fingers clacked loudly against a keyboard, each keystroke a minor crash in Tiffany's ears.

Her jaw didn't even open to ask a question because she knew that what Amanda did wasn't for her to know. She simply went back to the nail polish bottles and screwed the caps up tight before she laid down on her side in front of the toes. A gold start sat at the center of a bright right red swirl that stood out against the blue base. It was the kind of design that would cost a lot of money to have another giant do but Amanda didn't need to have other giants take care of her nails.

The job had taken Tiffany over two hours and she couldn't help but admire her work.

Every time Amanda's foot unconsciously flexed, light played across the design, catching in different places. She smiled as she watched the powerful foot move; the toes splayed and scrunched while the heels occasionally lifted up high, putting all the giantess's weight down onto the ball of her foot. In the distance, she could see Rebecca and George lapping away at Amanda's converse but she didn't bother to join them.

Tiffany was too entranced by Amanda's gorgeous Goddess-like feet to do anything else.

She looked down at her own toes to find that the polish had long ago chipped away completely. Still, she wiggled her toes and flexed her feet before turning back to Amanda's, trying to imagine her own peds blown up to similar proportions.

The pledge had spent many days and nights in the exact same way, she realized.

One strange night in particular came to Tiffany's mind as she watched Amanda's freshly painted toes scratch an itch along her milky shin before settling back down.

Victoria was at volleyball practice and so Tiffany had the room and the pledge to herself that night. As much as she had wanted to lay out on the futon while the shrunken girl gave her a foot rub, she had a paper to finish for class the next day.

When she came back from dinner, she had simply corralled the little pledge under her desk. The girl's mewling protests wouldn't have bothered her anyway, but she couldn't even hear them through her earbuds. Tiffany smirked as she watched the girl flail against the side of her Ugg, stumbling and trying to defend herself while the immense brunette literally put her in her place.

There had been no reason to give any commands to the pledge as she sat down, crossed her ankles and bared the soles of her boots to the little girl. Tiffany set to work and so did the shrunken girl, licking and lapping away at the immense soles of her Uggs to clean them of any grime that clung to them from the campus paths.

While she was editing the twelve page paper, she pushed the boots off of her bare feet and slid them to the side of her desk. Her nose had wrinkled slightly from the smell of her own sweaty feet but she didn't think anything of it as she casually said, “Lick.”

A second later, Tiffany felt the little wet tongue of the girl between her toes, lapping away lint and toejam. Eventually, her toes felt clean enough that she pulled them away from the little girl and leaned forward with her feet gently resting on the floor.

With the paper done and a text from Victoria saying that she was meeting up with her boyfriend after practice, Tiffany started clicking through Facebook and fooling around on the internet. It was somewhere around her fifth buzzfeed quiz of the night that she felt a strange sensation against her foot. Her toes immediately flexed in response but then it came again, a soft stroking along the arch of her right foot.

Tiffany looked down to see the pledge knelt beside her, gently petting the arch before she leaned in and pressed her lips against it. The gigantic girl could barely feel the soft cool sensation of the little girl's lips against her foot but still she said, “Excuse me?”

She took a single earbud out so she could hear the frightened yelp of the pledge.

“I- Tiff- I-” She stammered before she fell onto her backside.

“What were you doing, pledge?” Tiffany sneered.

“Yo-you're feet are-”

“They're what, pledge?” She lifted the foot the little girl caressed onto its heel and pivoted it over her.

“Beautiful!” The girl had cried out, the word choked with a sob.

Tiffany lowered her foot down onto the crying shrinkee and said, “That's right they are.”

She let her sole mold over the shrunken girl's body and scrunched her head between her big and second toes before she dragged her back to the underside of her desk. She could feel the pledges warm tears against the underside of her toes when she said, “I didn't say you should stop kissing them, pledge.”

The pledge's lips began to pepper her toes while she popped her earbud back in and went back to whatever dumb quiz she was taking.

From her place at Amanda's feet day in and day out, she could finally understand the strange feelings of admiration that the pledge must have felt for her. The sheer power that giants had was undeniable when they loomed over you, barely even noticing the way you cowered at their slightest movement.

Even as the months passed, Tiffany still found something unreal about the whole thing.

Kneeling beside her fellow shrinkees, Tiffany couldn't help but feel strange as the world trembled beneath the footfalls of Amanda Fletcher. “New kiiiicks,” the giantess said in a sing-song voice before she sat down on her couch with a shoebox.

Her toes wiggled inside the white ankle socks she wore while up above the sound of cardboard and tissue paper made all of the shrunken people tremble slightly. Shadows danced across the world, and Tiffany lifted her head when Amanda swung her leg up to slide the new sneaker onto her foot.

The black sole blotted out the sky as it came crashing down.

Tiffany braced herself on her hands and knees while the floor trembled beneath her. The black rubber and leather of the shoe creaked with the flexing of the blonde's immense foot. The process quickly repeated itself with the other member of the pair, and Tiffany found herself kneeling before a new pair of Adidas. The superstars were black with shiny silver stripes rather than the usual white, otherwise they looked fairly normal.

High above, Amanda simply beamed down at them. Her hands rested on her knees while she twisted her feet back and forth to show her slaves every angle of the pair, “Do you like them, lovelies?”

“Yes, Goddess,” they all shouted in unison.

“Oh I'm so glad,” she cooed.

The sneakers were pristine but they all crawled forward anyway. The floor gently rumbled beneath them as Amanda's feet settled down, allowing her slaves to kiss the textured toe. The rubber was bumpy but soft beneath Tiffany's lips and even though they were brand new she caught the barest whiff of her owner's footsweat coming from inside the huge pair.

“Thank you, lovelies,” Amanda thundered above, her eyes following them while they crawled down at her feet, each of them kissing both shoes in turn.

Settling off to the side, Tiffany expected the girl to rise up and walk through the door like she did every morning but instead her world was plunged into shadow. Warm slender fingers wrapped around her shrunken body and she could barely yelp in surprise before she was ripped into the sky.

Dark blue denim rolled by as Amanda stood to her full height and she quickly found herself hanging roughly even with the blonde's stomach. The blonde was wearing a t-shirt with a video game reference that Tiffany only dimly understood and a black varsity jacket with shiny white sleeves layered atop it.

“I think you'll come with me today to make sure these stay pristine for their first day on your Goddess's feet,” Amanda chuckled quietly to herself.

“Yes, Goddess,” Tiffany whimpered. The giantess's thumb gently ran up against her breasts and Tiffany squirmed in response, which only made Amanda's thin lips curl up in a smile.

The little brunette heard a soft whimper, the only sign of protest from Rebecca way down on the floor. The world turned into a blur a second later as Amanda reached down to the coffee table and snatched up her messenger bag. It opened up and the shrunken woman was thrust inside of it alongside some tampons, rarely used make up, and a kindle.

Outside the confines of the small bag she could hear Amanda's voice boom out, “Aw, don't worry, Rebecca, you're still my favorite.”

The flap of the bag closed, sealing her in darkness while Amanda continued to speak, her voice barely muffled, “Tiffany is just so good at keeping me and my things clean that I think she'll do a very good job with my new shoes. Don't you want your Goddess's shoes to be as nice as they can be for as long as they can be?”

Tiffany trembled at the bottom of the bag, wrestling with the weird combination of pride and embarrassment that Amanda's words stirred inside of her. Rebecca's response was little more than a high-pitched warble from inside the bag but Amanda's voice continued to boom like thunder, “Aw, I knew you'd understand and don't worry, I'm going to need you to inspect them when I get back to make sure she did a good job today, ok?”

The brunette shuddered in fright, she knew full well that Rebecca would find some flaw or imperfection to keep Tiffany in her 'proper place' when they returned. Her neck craned back and she hoped that Amanda could feel the scowl on her face because she also had a strong feeling that Amanda was well aware of everything that went on when she was away.

Then the whole world shifted and Tiffany was thrown to one side of the bag before the g-forces pinned her completely in place. Amanda's strides made the world swing and shake, leaving Tiffany to roll across the bottom of the bag like she were on a swinging pirate ship ride at a carnival. Everything stopped suddenly when the god-like woman reached the elevator and Tiffany found herself gasping for air and holding back tears.

She suddenly realized that in all the months that Amanda had owned her, this was the first time that she would be out of the apartment. It was also the first time since Gabbi had captured her that she was riding in a purse and she had easily forgotten how terrifying it could be.

The world lurched when the elevator came to a stop and the swaying began again.

Amanda's footfalls quickly became lost in the hustle and bustle of a city street.

Tiffany curled into a ball and let the tears flow while the city sounds assaulted her brain. Giant voices and feet thundered around her, reminding her that the blonde woman she called Goddess was actually small in comparison to most other people. A grim reminder of the fact that she too had once looked down her nose at the giantess but now she was small enough to fit in the girl's purse.

It made her think of Kim's tiny 'protectee' who was carried everywhere in the Asian woman's purse. Kim carried a sizable designer bag and whenever she reached down for something inside of it, she would always bark a quick order in Cantonese down at the little woman inside. Most of the time she was ordering the shrinkee to stand aside but on occasion the item would be hoisted up out of the leathery confines of the purse into Kim's waiting hand. The girl would take the pen or phone without a single word of acknowledgment, turning her attention back to the gigantic world without missing a beat.

The thought drew Tiffany's gaze to the towering tampons, wondering if she'd actually be able to lift the massive tube of plastic and cotton into Amanda's waiting hand. She shuddered and shut her eyes tight in a desperate bid to push the idea from her head.

Doors opened and shut, she heard the soft beeps of machines and elevators, and then finally came a contented sigh from her owner. The messenger bag shifted as Amanda lifted it off of her shoulder and lowered it to the floor.

Unable to sit up on its own, the bag flopped over and Tiffany screamed when it crashed into the floor. The flap that kept her shrouded in darkness flew open and she found herself staring out across a shadowy world.

A thin gray carpet stretched in every direction and it felt rough when Tiffany placed her hand down on it. Amanda's sneaker clad feet crashed down in front of her and tremors tore through the floor as she wheeled her chair a little closer to her desk. Each foot tapped against the floor and high above the blonde's voice rang out, “Time to get to work, cutie.”

“Y-yes, Goddess,” Tiffany called out. Crawling from the bag, the little girl leaned out from beneath the desk to see that Amanda had already slid a pair of enormous noise canceling headphones on, which ensured that there was no way she had even heard the shrunken woman at her feet.

She looked beyond the giantess's chair to see that they were in a cramped but decidedly personal office. Small white boards hung on the walls filled with charts, numbers, and words that Tiffany couldn't make heads or tails of. The door to the outside world was clear glass and the shrunken girl could see immense cubicles beyond it filled with other casually dressed people lounging at their desks, most of them wearing sneakers or boots with the occasional pair of sandals.

Amanda's sneaker crashed down and Tiffany yelped in fright. The shining silver stripes flexed in front of her before they slowly advanced, forcing her to crab-walk back into the shadows of the desk while the blonde chuckled high above. Her body weakly trembled when the foot settled back into place, the leather creaking ever so slightly when Amanda wiggled her toes inside.

Pushing down her curiosity, Tiffany crawled forward and began to lick at the dust and dirt that already clung to the black sneaker. While she doubted that Amanda, or any giant, would actually be able to notice it, she knew that Rebecca would spot every minor imperfection when they returned home that day.

She barely had any saliva left in her mouth when Amanda pushed away from her chair and rose up to her feet. Tiffany crawled out toward the towering girl but the foot shoved her back beneath the desk before the blonde turned and walked out.

The door to the office stood open and while somewhere in the back of her head Tiffany knew she should be running to freedom, it was completely overwhelmed by a very real terror. Any of Amanda's coworkers could walk in and find her underneath the giantess's desk.

There would be no way for Tiffany to stop them from snatching her up and bringing her home with them. The fear drove her deeper into the darkness, her whole body shaking as she took note of just how many men sat beyond the threshold of Amanda's office. Hairy feet flexed atop well worn flip flops, muscular calves rose from pairs of basketball sneakers, and the tough tread of boots stared back at her from the cubicles and desks beyond.

Then Amanda's sneakers crashed down and the door to her office shut.

“Oh thank God,” Tiffany sighed while her enormous owner sat back down at her desk.

High above, she heard Amanda's lips smacking as she started to eat, occasionally tapping away at her computer as she worked through her lunch. Tiffany's stomach rumbled and she crawled toward the girl's massive foot, “Goddess?”

The foot shifted and Tiffany flinched away while Amanda pushed back from her desk to stare down at the shrunken girl. A glob of mayo clung to her lip as she spoke, “Yes, lovely?”

“C-coul-” Her cheeks flushed completely while she attempted to beg the giantess for food.

Amanda's tongue swiped the mayo into her maw before her lips spread in a smile, “Is there something you need from your Goddess, little one?”

“Can I have something to eat, Goddess?” She said in a rush.

The feet twisted and flexed beside her while Amanda pretended to inspect her new sneakers, “Sure, it looks like you've done a good job so far.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” she whimpered.

In a vertigo-inducing second, Tiffany found herself deposited on the girl's desk beside a massive field of wax paper where a sandwich that rose up to her breasts sat. The same dainty fingers that had just grabbed her lifted one half of it back up into the sky before Amanda bit down into it, raining crumbs and scraps all around Tiffany's little world.

The little girl crawled atop the wax paper and began to pick at the bits that fell out the back of the sandwich. Scraps of meat, cheese, and veggies found their way into her mouth though more than once she reached for a sizable chunk only for it to be snatched up by Amanda's huge thumb and forefinger to be casually tossed into the Goddess's mouth high above.

When the giantess finished, her hands immediately went to crumple the wax paper up into a ball and Tiffany instantly cried out. Amanda glanced down with a smirk before shooing her off with her fingers, smacking the shrunken girl gently until she could finish compressing the paper and throw it away. She stood beside the giant blonde's monitor, expecting another order but instead Amanda slid her headphones back on and returned to work.

By the time her fingers were clacking loudly against the gigantic keyboard, Tiffany dropped to her knees. She stared up at Amanda, simply mesmerized with the focus of her gigantic owner while she worked; the same fingers that could crush the life out of her flew across the keyboard with swift delicate strokes and her pale gray eyes remained focused on the screen in front of her which was reflected back across her chunky glasses.

The little girl was so entranced that she didn't even notice the approach of the other giant outside Amanda's office until they opened the door and tapped the glass while saying, “Knock, knock.”

Tiffany flinched and fell down onto her backside. She squirmed back as the towering young man walked in, his rich tenor ringing in her ears as he said, “Uh, Amanda...”

Tiffany covered her breasts and crotch while the giant came to stand directly behind the blonde, awkwardly shifting his weight while he clearly debated what to do. His dark brown eyes glanced over the giantess's shoulder before sweeping across her desk and finally spotting the shrunken woman. Rather than immediately reach for her or say anything, the giant young man just flashed her a smile and waved like he had just made eye contact with a puppy rather than a person.

The little brunette slumped slightly because she suddenly realized that to Amanda's coworkers, she was just a pet that the giantess was allowed to bring to work. Swiping her from the blonde's office would truly be no different than stealing someone's dog.

It was a far cry from Tiffany's first job out of college, supervising shrinkee employees who were too big to completely write off but too small to actually manage anything on their own. While she had been allowed to tease them and intimidate them with her size, she would have been sent to HR almost instantly if she had ever actually treated them like the shrinkees they were.

She shuddered to think of what her life might have been like if she had managed to contact her little intern Emma. The company she worked for now didn't have such a positive view of shrinkee employees and she was almost certain the ambitious young woman would have kept her in a desk drawer for advice and ways to get ahead. While the young giant cleared his throat high above, Tiffany suddenly realized that her life might not have been very different from where she was now, sitting atop Amanda's desk.

The giant gently laid a hand on Amanda's shoulder and she immediately bucked in her seat.

“Huh?” She said, the giant's hand flying away while she pulled her headphones off. The blonde turned her head around to stare up at the young man, “Oh, Cole. Sorry, I know I said I'd review your code by the end of the day but I'm a little busy-”

“No, I know,” he shook his head, his voice soft and accommodating enough that Tiffany realized he had to work for Amanda directly, “I was just walking by and saw you in here and I was going to ask you about it but then I remembered you said you'd be in that meeting with the new B2B sales gir- person by 2.”

“Yeah, I have that later and then I'll probably be able to get to your thing,” Amanda nodded, already turning back to her desk.

“Amanda, uh,” Cole stammered nervously, “It's 2:15.”

A low annoyed grunt echoed across the world and Amanda slumped deeper into her chair, “Shit, can you, uh...” She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, “Can you go get her and apologize and just bring her here for me?” The blonde smiled weakly before looking back up at the young man, “Pretty please?”

He nodded, “Sure thing, Amanda.”

“Thanks and grab a chair or something for her,” She added while Cole stepped out.

The giant came back a second later with another comfortable looking desk chair that he awkwardly positioned in the center of the room. He smiled at Amanda again before adding a thumbs up and disappearing back into the bullpen.

Another sigh echoed across the room and Amanda's left hand suddenly settled down before her. “Rub,” she commanded and Tiffany immediately rushed to the girl's slender fingers, doing her best to massage them even though she truly had no idea what she was doing. “I hate this part of my job,” she grumbled high above, “I mean, at least I no longer have to deal with giving big lectures on our products to the regular sales idiots but ugh, a lot of these business-to-business people are not much better.”

Tiffany nodded along all the while wondering if Amanda even knew that she had worked alongside lots of B2B sales people at her last job. For a moment, while rubbing the giantess's fingers she wanted to believe that Amanda did know and that this was an elaborate dig at her own former life, a new level of subtle manipulation for her tiny prisoner. Then as the giantess's index finger rose up and gently ruffled her hair, Tiffany realized that it wasn't.

Amanda was just complaining.

And that made the knife dig a little deeper into Tiffany's heart.

This time, Tiffany distinctly heard the 'thump, thump, thump' of the approaching giant's footfalls against the thin office carpet and so she didn't even glance up as the sliding glass door thundered in the distance. Then a bright feminine voice boomed out, “Amanda Fletcher?”

Tiffany's blood went cold and her heart skipped a beat.

Even with the size difference, even after months, she knew that voice.

Amanda's hand slipped out from beneath her as the giantess turned and rose to her feet to greet her new coworker. Meanwhile, Tiffany's eyes drifted out across the carpeted expanse to a pair of plaid heels and then went up the richly tanned and well toned legs that rose out of them. She hit the hem of a dark blue sheath dress and knew long before she reached the top that it would have an asymmetrical neckline.

She knew because she helped the giantess pick it out.

“No,” she whimpered as she caught sight of the woman's sun bleached blonde hair.

“Ashleigh Baker, right?” Amanda's voice boomed out while Tiffany's eyes ran up the giantess's face.

Ashleigh didn't meet her gaze, her attention already focused on Amanda. She giggled, “That's me.”

“So sorry about making you wait and having you come to my office,” Amanda said as she shut the door and gestured for Ashleigh to take a seat.

“It's fine,” she replied, settling into the chair and immediately crossing one leg over the other.

Amanda sat back down in her own chair and shifted it so Ashleigh could get a good view of the girl's monitors. Her owner's voice thundered mechanically onward, explaining the company's products, all information the shrunken girl had been interested in just that morning when she realized she knew nothing of what her Goddess did.

Instead of listening though, Tiffany crawled back into the shadows while her whole body shook with terror.

For the first time since she had shrunk, she was actually within shouting distance of someone who could help her, someone who should have some sympathy for her plight, and even better it was obvious to her little eyes that Ashleigh could easily overpower her captor. Yet, every fiber of her being told her to run away and hide because she had seen what Ashleigh did with those heels.

They had been the centerpiece of countless posts, Instagram stories, and private texts.

And every time that Tiffany had seen them in the middle of blood splatter or with their underside smeared with a shrinkee's guts, she had liked the post or sent some positive emoji or at least a 'lol'. She had seen Ashleigh lure a shrinkee up close to them in person before knocking them down and literally spearing them through with the pin heel. They had cackled and made a gif of Ashleigh's finger making the corpse spin around the heel, viscera coating it as the body sloughed down with every revolution.

In the heavens above, Ashleigh nodded and made assenting noises in response to Amanda's explanation but Tiffany focused on the foot that sat on the floor. She lifted the ball of her foot up into the sky and at the center of the heel's sole she spotted a rust-colored splotch that couldn't be more than a day old.

A shudder went through Tiffany's body and a terrified gasp burst past her lips.

And that's when Ashleigh started to roll toward the desk.