Tiffany and Rebecca lay entwined on the floor of the airbnb for a long time with the light slowly making its way across the cavernous studio apartment as the day progressed. They ran out of tears within the first hour but neither of them wanted to be the first one to speak, to acknowledge that Amanda Fletcher was truly a Goddess with power over life and death.

Or at least that's all that Tiffany could think about as she lay there. She had known it since Amanda had first opened the box the tiny brunette had been shipped in. When she saw the grimy sole of her former classmate's sneaker and licked it in a desperate bid to please her, Tiffany knew that Amanda could kill her with ease. The realization that she had begun to like the enormous monster sent a shiver down her spine. She might have never liked calling the woman goddess but she had to admit that Amanda did treat them better than she needed to.

Now it would be hard to perk up when Amanda called her 'lovely' again.

Rebecca stirred beside her, and Tiffany found herself pulling at the larger woman, silently urging her to stay close. The redhead simply grunted and rose to her feet, overpowering Tiffany and leaving her sprawled across the floor. The little brunette cowered as she sat at Rebecca's feet, feeling much smaller than she was as the younger woman stared down at her.

The girl's face softened before she started to walk toward one of Ashleigh's hiking boots, the gigantic pair still laying discarded around them.

Tiffany sat up and watched with horror as Rebecca knelt before them and started to lick, like it were any other day. “Wh-what are you doing?” Tiffany stammered in disbelief.

The amazon's shoulders slumped and she didn't face Tiffany when she said, “They'll be expecting them to be clean when they get back. We're only here till tomorrow, you know.”

“But...” Tiffany looked toward the front door and the image of Amanda's boot obliterating George flashed through her mind.

Rebecca glanced over her shoulder to see where Tiffany was looking, “Yeah... that's why we need to...” Tears welled up in the redhead's eyes but she blinked them away. “You know what Goddess is like Tiffany, you know what Ashleigh is like...” her voice cracked, “We don't... we don't...”

Tiffany scrambled to her feet when she noticed the way Rebecca's chest was hitching, like the panic was making her seize up. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl and pressed Rebecca's face to her chest while muttering soothing noises. “I know, I know, I'm sorry. I should have just... just helped you...”

She could feel the hot tears and snot pouring out of the girl as she sobbed. Rebecca then pulled back slightly and smiled up at her, “Yeah, you should have. I'm in charge. Goddess said so...”

Tiffany couldn't help but snort at that, which made Rebecca's smile grow and before either of them knew it they were both laughing. The little brunette sank down to her knees as they continued to laugh while holding each other up. The light around them changed before they finally turned their attention back to the dusty hiking boots that Ashleigh had worn that morning.

Neither of them spoke as they picked their way across the giant room to tend to the other shoes the giantesses had worn on the trip. The sun had long set by the time they both simply collapsed onto the flip-flops Amanda had worn on the flight. Tiffany was disturbed by how long the piece of thin foam rubber was, she wasn't even tall enough to reach from the ball of Amanda's foot to the heel, and looking over at the opposite sandal neither was Rebecca.

The redhead was running her hands across the surface, her body squirming ever so slightly as she breathed in the old foot funk. “I know I should hate her,” the girl said quietly, “For everything she's done and especially for... for what happened this morning but...” Rebecca rolled over and stretched so she could press her face into the indents created by Amanda's toes. A long sniff echoed around them followed by a dreamy sigh, “I can't. I just can't.”

Rebecca collapsed against the flip-flop, nuzzling it and running her fingers across the old imprints of the giantess's foot. She didn't lift her head to look at Tiffany when she asked, “Does that make me a bad person?”

Memories flashed through Tiffany's head in response to the question. She thought of running Chase's shrinkee across his abs while they made out, of the demeaning tasks she had ordered the pledge to do over the years, and finally of the countless unnamed shrinkees she had watched Ashleigh crush or swallow without a second thought. Her own voice was shaky when she finally said, “N-no, Rebecca, you're not a bad person...”

Silence filled the space between them before Rebecca's quiet question broke it, “Wh-what was Goddess like? In high school...”

The question caught Tiffany completely off guard, “I...” she struggled to think of something to say before it actually struck her, “I don't know. We weren't friends and I was constantly such a bitch to her... I thought she was just this annoying little try-hard but that wasn't who she was, not really...”

A giggle bubbled up from Rebecca.

Tiffany turned to look at the redhead who was smirking back at her, “Just, thinking of Goddess being described as 'little.' It's so ridiculous, I mean...” The girl spread eagle across the width of the flip-flop, her hands and feet barely reaching over the edge.

Tiffany started to laugh too but their giggling was interrupted by the soft tremors that came through the floor. A moment later, the door roared open and their owners returned, their own booming laughter sucking up all the joy from the tiny women below. The whole world shook as Amanda stomped over to them, a dopey alcohol-fueled grin on her face high above while the same boots she had used to kill George towered over them on either side of the flip-flops.

A white styrofoam container slammed down in front of the cheap sandals and Amanda casually flipped it open. The tantalizing scent of beef tickled their nostrils as the giantess smiled down at them, “Here you go, lovelies. Someone decided she couldn't finish her dinner if we were going to have dessert.”

The ground quaked as Ashleigh stepped over, her fingers running through her girlfriend's hair, “Well, someone doesn't still have a metabolism like a fucking teenager.” Amanda rose back to her full height and the pair shared a brief kiss before returning their attention back to their shrunken slaves. They both were smiling down at the tiny women as Ashleigh added, “They're so cute like this.”

“Yeah,” Amanda sighed dreamily, her body sinking into Ashleigh's larger frame.

“Thank you, Goddess!” Rebecca finally shouted before she crawled toward the open take-out container.

Tiffany repeated the phrase a second later before slinking over to the styrofoam box, and reaching in to tear a hunk of steak from what remained. The meat was so tender and perfectly cooked that it probably could have been cut with a spoon. The tiny woman couldn't remember the last time she had had food that tasted so good, even before she had shrunk. Beside her, Rebecca also moaned as they feasted upon the literal leftovers of the giantesses that continued to loom above them.

The enormous blondes simply stood there and watched them eat for what felt like a long time before they finally stepped away, the world shaking from their movements. When the shrunken pair had eaten their fill, their little bellies plump and distended, Amanda called them over to the bed with a snap of her fingers.

While Tiffany and Rebecca ate, the gigantic pair had gotten ready for bed and were now cuddled up watching something on Ashleigh's laptop. When they neared the gargantuan bed in the center of the room, Amanda bent down and scooped them up. She set Rebecca down in her lap before passing Tiffany off to Ashleigh.

The taller blonde smirked when she took her former friend into her hand but she didn't say anything. Instead, like her partner beside her, she simply laid Tiffany down against her body. The shrunken woman found herself cuddled up against Ashleigh's stomach, which did feel more rounded than usual as if she too was stuffed from dinner. Tiffany cringed in fear as the giantess's hand came down but it simply curled protectively around her and then her thumb started to gently run between Tiffany's shoulder blades, halfway between massaging her and petting her.

They watched two episodes of their show before Amanda passed out and from a glance, Tiffany could tell that Rebecca was cuddled up and secure halfway beneath the giantess's shirt. Ashleigh didn't immediately go to bed though, with her free hand, she checked her email and a few different websites before she closed the laptop and plunged the room into darkness. The giantess made no pointed comments or cruel little digs as she set the laptop on the bedside table and sunk down into the mattress with one hand still sitting atop Tiffany.

The shrunken woman squirmed slightly as the hefty comforter started to rise over her and that made the hand coil around her. Tiffany yelped as she was lifted into the air to dangle above her former roommate's face. In the darkness of the apartment she could see Ashleigh's lips curl into a smile before she started to lower the little girl back down to her chest then slid her carefully into her cleavage. Ashleigh's breasts sat on either side of her, not quite pressing against her but close enough to be uncomfortable.

A fingertip came down and ruffled the hair atop her head before she felt Ashleigh's words more than heard them, “Nighty night, little one.”

It took Tiffany a long time to fall asleep, much longer than it did the giant woman she was laying atop of. When she finally did though, her sleep was shockingly dreamless, without any of the nightmares that the little woman had feared while Ashleigh's chest rose and feel beneath her that night. One minute, she was in the dark valley of her former roommate's tits and the next, she was plucked out of them to be set down atop one of Amanda's perky breasts.

The lazy Sunday morning that Tiffany had been expecting turned into a flurry of activity where she and Rebecca were confined to the carrier while the giantesses packed. The gigantic world loomed outside the mesh walls of the carrier, with Ashleigh and Amanda's voices booming while the floor shook beneath them. Even though Tiffany should have been used to it, something about the carrier made it all the more terrifying than usual. It reminded her of being within the box when she was mailed to Amanda and the same sense of unease settled into her stomach.

Yet, nothing terrible happened.

Their enormous masters left their airbnb, grabbed lunch at some stand that reeked of grease, and breezed through the security checkpoint at LAX without being harassed like they did when leaving San Francisco.

Before Tiffany could truly process it, she and Rebecca were sharing the carrier with Amanda's bare feet. They sat there, cuddled up beside their Goddess's toes and licked while the blonde rested her head against her girlfriend's shoulder. Despite the demeaning task they were forced to perform, Tiffany was impressed by how smooth the flight was and soon enough her ears were popping and a flight attendant was telling Amanda that she needed to stow their carrier back under the seat for landing.

Leaving the airport and returning to the pair's luxury apartment was equally speedy but the strange unease inside of Tiffany's body remained.

Sitting on the floor before one of Ashleigh's bare feet while her ankle sat propped up on the coffee table high above, the little brunette tried to figure out what was nagging her. The only thing it could be, she reasoned, was George's death. The fact that both she and Rebecca had simply pressed on over the past day felt like some sort of betrayal of the shrunken man. Yet, she also couldn't help but think that George would understand. After all, he too had been one of Amanda's shrunken slaves and would know that the giantesses that 'owned' them wouldn't allow them any time to grieve.

And rebellion...

The bare foot in front of her flexed ever so slightly and the muscles beneath Ashleigh's tanned flesh bulged. The woman's foot was longer and meatier than Amanda's, which even from afar looked intimidating. Across the living room, Amanda was seated at her desk, her headphones on as she played some video game. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her pale pink soles were bared toward Tiffany, the wrinkled flesh rippling with every scrunch of her toes. Rebecca was sitting beside them, not quite massaging them or tending to them, but reaching out and nuzzling against them whenever Amanda made a frustrated noise.

There was no doubt in Tiffany's mind that any attempt at opposing their gigantic owners would end beneath those enormous feet. Or result in her being trapped in the cage for days on end with just enough food and water to survive, like when she had first arrived.

The foot in front of her shuddered and Tiffany flinched back as Ashleigh let out a grunt. The couch groaned as she turned to look at Amanda, “Babe, could you...” The giantess trailed off when she noticed how focused her girlfriend was on the screen in front of her.

A shadow rolled across Tiffany's world as Ashleigh leaned forward to stare down at her directly, “Tiffy, would you be a dear and go get the thick wool socks out of my bag?” She pointed toward the bedroom with a smirk.

“O-of course, Ashleigh,” Tiffany called back, immediately thinking about how hard it would be to heave the hefty ball of wool out of the giantess's luggage.

“Thank you, lovely,” Ashleigh cooed before leaning back against the couch, her toes wiggling.

Tiffany jogged across the vast apartment the two giantesses shared and slowed down when she reached the bedroom. Collecting her breath, she approached the already open rolling bag and took a moment to figure out how to even get up inside it. Thankfully, since it was open, she was able to simply hop up and yank herself over it like it was a normal sized wall.

The little woman plummeted a few relative feet until she hit the clean clothes that Ashleigh hadn't managed to wear over the short trip. Crawling atop the unstable surface of the giantess's clothes and shoes, she scanned the vast plain until she spotted the thick ball of gray wool socks on the far end. She scrambled toward them only to lose her balanceabout an arm's length from them.

Tiffany slipped down until she smacked face first into something soft and velvety yet oddly sturdy.

Pushing against it back toward the surface of unnecessary extra panties, Tiffany cleared enough space around it that she was able to actually see it when she reached the top of the heap. Her eyes went wide when she spotted the square black velvet box, light gleaming off of the silver trim and hinges. There was no way she could shove all the clothes off of it alone and even opening it might have been too much for her small frame but the size was unmistakable.

It was an engagement ring.

“Lovely!” Ashleigh's voice boomed across the apartment, “My feet are cold and they need socks...”

“Yes, Ashleigh,” Tiffany shouted as loud as she could before shoving with all her might against the wool socks. She was able to knock them up and over the edge with only minimal effort and within a few minutes she was presenting them before her former roommate.

When the enormous blonde reached down and unfurled the socks without any further acknowledgment, all Tiffany could do was stare at her and then glance over at Amanda. Trying and failing to process the fact that Ashleigh wanted to marry her.