When Pete suggested they go on a weekend trip to London, Ellie assumed it would just be the two of them. Even after he suggested they drive down instead of taking a train, she had still been operating under that same assumption.

She had not thought about the fact that the only person they knew with a car was his best mate Callum. She also had not considered that Callum's girlfriend would obviously want to visit London.

Four hours into the trip, seated in the back of Callum's dad's old Volkswagen, she drummed her fingers against her boot to keep from screaming.

“Oh my God, baby,” the seat in front of Ellie banged against her knee as Faith practically whined in excitement, “The town off the next exit has a model village.”

Callum shrugged, “Yeah?”

“We should go!” Faith reached over and shook his shoulder, spooking him enough that the car swerved ever so slightly. A car blew by them while its driver laid on its horn. “C'mon, model villages are a super-British thing, right?”

As always, Faith did her mock English accent when she said 'super-British.'

With gritted teeth, Ellie glanced at Pete and he mouthed what had to be his fifth apology that hour. Both of them had kind of laughed last year when Callum had gone to the States for a study abroad and started dating the bubbly blonde girl. They had laughed a little harder when they found out she was a first-year student, and joked about how many American girls he must have struck out with before finding her. Everyone was ready to tease him a bit when he came back the next semester but on the first attempt, Callum became very offended and asked why anyone would say something mean about his girlfriend.

Since then, Pete had complained endlessly to her about the long Skype calls that he overheard between the pair at their flat. Then when Callum announced that Faith had entered the same transfer program, meaning that she would be coming to Scotland for a semester, Ellie had tried to brace herself for having to see the girl a lot. She had told herself that Faith couldn't be as bad as the girl's vapid Instagram and tiktoks made her look.

Sadly though, Faith was the worst.

Not having to see her at the pub or at Pete's place or anywhere on campus, was part of why she had agreed to a near nine hour road trip just to spend a weekend paying seven quid for a coffee in London. She had been damn near ecstatic fantasizing about being glared at by Londoners for doing something 'wrong', jostling for space with other tourists at museums, and debating throwing away a month's rent to eat at a place with a Michelin Star.

Just getting blasted at some shite pub and getting kebabs afterwards would have been perfect because Faith wouldn't be there to ask questions or annoy her by simply existing on the same continent.

“Babyyyyyy,” Faith stretched the y out so far that it started to hurt Ellie's ears, “When am I going to get a chance to see a model village again?”

Her hands were still wrapped around Callum's left arm, playfully shaking him in a way that would certainly make any police officer pull them over for drink-driving if they spotted them.

Ellie wanted to snap that they certainly had model fucking villages in America but Pete's fingers squeezed her hand first. She yanked her hand out of his so fast that he actually yelped in surprise.

Callum awkwardly turned around to look at Pete while avoiding Ellie's glare, “Might be a good idea to stop, stretch our legs and all that, yeah?”

Faith turned around and beamed into the backseat. Her bright blue eyes seemed to light up and her dazzling too-white teeth somehow shone even on a gray early winter's day in Northern England. “You guys aren't getting cramped up back there, right? I can move the seat up if you need me to, Ellie.”

“I'm fine,” Ellie shot back while swallowing her more choice words.

“Right then,” Callum said as he turned the car off the highway.

The faint touch of Pete's hand on her arm made Ellie shrug in annoyance and when she turned to look at her he was again offering her a nervous and apologetic smile. At the same time her phone buzzed and she glanced down to see a message from him, 'Maybe it won't be so bad.'

Ellie rolled her eyes in annoyance and looked out the window just in time to catch sight of a sign advertising the model village: 'Lili-Traverston: The Happiest Little Place in England!'

A little over ten minutes later, they pulled into an unpaved car park that looked like it could barely fit three cars. Callum had barely stopped the car before Faith burst out of it, hopping with excitement, “Oh my God, this place is huge!”

Pete again tried to squeeze Ellie's hand as she stepped out and slammed the door behind her. A second later, she could hear the muffled sound of Pete and Callum exchanging a quick word but she simply smoothed out her peacoat and straightened the beanie on her head before stalking off. The gravel of the car park crunched beneath her boots and as she walked up to the fence separating the car park from the actual model village, Ellie found herself blinking in surprise.

The model village stretched fairly far and was a slightly larger scale than she expected. Glancing at the nearest buildings, a group of ivy covered brick row houses, she almost swore that they had been made out of actual brick.

Despite herself, Ellie let out a surprised, “Wow.”

She immediately regretted it as Faith took that as an opportunity to intertwine her arms in Ellie's and press close. “I know, isn't it so pretty?” The blonde cooed, “Like, I'll be honest, I kind of expected just a rinky-dink little thing but look at those streets.”

Faith pointed at the road right in front of them that seemed to connect to the high street near the center of the model village, “I bet we could walk down it without even touching the buildings.”

“I guess,” Ellie replied while she tried to shrug the girl off of her.

Faith's grip remained firm and she actually huddled a little closer, “Aren't you cold?”

Ellie glanced down at the shorter girl, who was wearing a baggy hoodie with her college's name on it and warm-looking sweatpants that tapered down inside of her Nike high tops. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” she shuddered, “But I guess I'm, like, always cold, y'know? Callum kept telling me over the summer that it gets cold here but I kinda thought it'd be, like, the fifties?”

“I grew up in the Highlands,” Ellie said reflexively rather than try to figure out how cold or warm 'the fifties' was.

Faith screwed up her face in concentration, something she did any time Ellie mentioned where she grew up, “Is it cold there?”

“Yeah?” She again shrugged to get the girl to unstick but Faith remained firm.

Car doors shuddered behind them and only the approach of Callum managed to get Faith to finally let go. The girl bounced over to her boyfriend and cuddled close to him as he wrapped his arms around her.

Pete tried to loop his arm around her waist, but Ellie stepped away with a muttered, “Oh, piss off,” and started walking along the edge of the model village. She heard his defeated sigh behind her but thankfully he didn't follow.

Ellie let her eyes run over the massive miniature village, preferring to marvel at the level of detail than think about how pissed she was and how dreadful the rest of the weekend would be. A quaint farmhouse near the fence line even had an herb garden that made it almost look like there was a field full of crops stretching out from it. Her eyes darted across the buildings closer to the center of the village, and she noticed that while a few looked to be fairly standard facsimiles, a majority of them were shockingly well built. She knew that they had to be sturdy enough to actually withstand the weather but it was still surprising to see so many of them had been made like they were actual buildings.

“Faith, what are you doing?” Pete's question was followed by a laugh.

“What did I tell ya, mate? She's a fucking legend,” Callum called out cheerfully.

On the far side of the village, Ellie watched Faith hop the fence and start walking toward the village center, not even being particularly careful as she walked along the road. “C'mon,” she shouted, waving her hand for the boys to join her, “No one's going to see!”

Ellie rolled her eyes and then yelped as she tripped.

She hit the dirt path with a grunt and glared at whatever errant branch she had failed to notice, “What the fuck?”

Her eyes went wide as she saw that it wasn't a stick or weed or garden hose that had tripped her.

A tangle of wires, sparking wires, were wrapped around the fluffy wool socks that stuck up out of her Chelsea Docs. The wires ran across the overgrown pathway, connecting the cutesy model power lines to a normal sized junction box obscured by the thick grass. She glanced toward the village just in time to see lights in various houses, the sturdier realistic houses, twink out in an instant.

The door to the quaint farmhouse by the herb garden opened up and Ellie watched as a shrinkee, probably only four or five inches tall stepped out with an annoyed look on their little face. When they caught sight of Ellie, she could barely hear the little screech that came out of their tiny body.

“Oh shit,” she muttered as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks, “It's Lili-Traverston not Little Traverston.”

A giggle echoed out from the opposite side of the model village and Ellie turned to see Faith dangling a shrinkee over her face. “Oh my God, you guys, there's a shrinkee!”

Faith swung the little screaming guy by his leg as she laughed, “What's that, little dude? You'd love to be a snack for me on our long road trip?” With a flick of her wrist, Faith tossed him into the air and then opened her mouth wide to catch him.

The little man's limbs windmilled about while he plummeted and then smacked into Faith's chin.

“Whoops,” she pouted, her eyes following the little man as he bounced down her body like it was a cliff face. He landed with a crack on the road far below and Faith simply shrugged. “Sorry, little dude, guess you don't get to be a snack.”

She lifted her pristine green and white Jordan 1 over the shrunken man and let it fall.

The wet crunch echoed across the model village.

Pete and Callum stared wide eyed and mouths agape as Faith simply ground her sneaker back and forth, no doubt making a grisly mess in the center of the model street.

Ellie let out a nervous laugh while the bubbly blonde girl lifted up her foot and exposed its bloody sole to the two boys. “Can you believe that little dude had all this inside him? Blech,” Faith stuck out her tongue in disgust before stepping over the nearest row house and wiping her sole clean on the nearby grass.

Standing up slowly, Ellie glanced around while half-expecting sirens to start blaring from whichever direction the actual village of Traverston was. When the only sound was Faith's girlish giggle as she skipped back onto the model street, Ellie looked up and searched for cameras.

If Lili-Traverston was what she thought it was, there should have been some way for the shrinkees to call for help or for normal people to notice that they were in danger. If not from people than from wild animals or the like. The sparking wire at her foot caught her attention and another laugh bubbled up from her stomach.

“Oh, right,” she smirked, dragging the rubber sole of her boot atop the live wire until it was yanked from the junction box with a faint pop. She shrugged and offered a quiet, “Oh no,” as another nervous laugh escaped her.

Swinging over the fence, she walked across the outer fields of the model village back toward where the boys still stood in utter shock. The sight of Ellie calmly and confidently striding towards him seemed to snap Pete out of it, and he let out a flabbergasted, “Ellie, what are you doing?!”

She rolled her eyes, “Don't worry about it, there's no cameras and I tripped over the power line.” Leaning over the fence, Ellie gave him a quick peck on the lips, “We're not going to get in trouble.”

Faith had bounced back toward them and tugged on Callum's hand to get him to cross over, “Get in trouble for what?”

Callum's eyes widened and he pulled his hands from Faith's grasp to run them through his dark floppy hair. “For the murder!” He cried out, his voice cracking with terror.

Faith laughed, “What?”

Pete blinked and Ellie couldn't help but smile as she watched his familiar 'oh God, they can't be that dumb' look play across his pale freckled face, “Jesus Christ, the man that you just killed!”

The blonde girl cocked her head and her button nose wriggled in concentration. Then she started to laugh, the sound ringing across the model village as she nearly doubled over. “Oh, I get it,” she wiped a tear from her eye as she nodded along, “Right, right, I just murdered that shrinkee. That's...” Rather than finish the thought she simply sighed and shook her head, her chest still shaking with laughter.

“Babe,” Callum reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder, “This might be a protected village. You know, a place where people who shrink can live safely, separately from everyone else.”

Faith blinked, her long lashes fluttering as she tried to process what was being said, “What, like, they're people?”

Pete stammered and Callum reeled back while Ellie couldn't help but laugh.

“Do they not have them in America?!” Callum suddenly asked, the panic clear in his voice.

“Why would...” Faith huffed, “They're shrinkees!”

Pete waved his arms frantically at the American girl and looked at Ellie as if to say 'A little help.'

Ellie sighed, which only made Faith huff again, “It was a system set up right after people started to shrink in the 90s or early aughts. According to my Dad, it was a big deal at the time. Local councils could apply to host one and they got grants to build the places, hire guards and nurses.”

Faith swept her arms around, “So, if this is one of these stupid shrinkee villages where are the guards and nurses and whatever.”

Ellie smirked at Pete, who immediately groaned, “Well, you see, the NHS budget has been slashed repeatedly over the past twenty years because of at best misguided policies-”

“Ellie, c'mon, do we really have time for this!”

Ellie shrugged, “She wanted to know.”

Before Pete could protest again, Faith piped up, “So, what? They just don't have the money for it?”

“Yeah, basically,” Ellie said, scuffing her boot against the grass, “And besides we don't actually know if this is a protected village or just some cutesy little local project.”

“Oi, big 'un!”

The annoyed voice that echoed up from below was comically high pitched and a little shriek of fear followed it as Faith turned around to look for the source of the noise. Ellie simply glanced down, letting her pale blue eyes rest on the shrunken man standing in the middle of the road.

The way his little barrel chest heaved from jogging up to them and his bald head seemed to redden with anger, Ellie figured he had once cut an imposing figure. Now though, dressed in some kind of homespun clothes, with his waist roughly even with the toe of her boot, he looked downright silly. He shook his little fist up at her, which only made Faith laugh in surprise while Ellie smirked.

“You're going to pay for the damages that you've caused! The whole village has lost power!” He then pointed a tiny little finger at Faith, “And you'll be in a jail cell by the end of the day you arrogant little cunt!”

The girl gasped in surprise, like she always did when she heard someone say cunt.

“We're very sorry, sir,” the words came out of Callum in a rush. He squatted down to look through the fence though he still loomed over the shrunken man. “My girlfriend is from America and she didn't know.”

“Ignorance of the law is no protection from the law!” The little man howled, shaking his little fists as he jumped up and down. He then pointed at Ellie, “And this one certainly knew what she was doing!”

“It was an accident,” Ellie replied dryly, “If anything, I could have been much more grievously injured tripping over an unmarked power line.”

The little man stalked right up to the toe of her boot and banged his fist against it, not even making a dent in the sturdy black leather. “Oh, you probably think you're pretty clever, don't you? Well, we'll see how clever you are when the police get here!”

“So you've called the police then?” Ellie leaned forward, leaving the tiny man to stand in her shadow as she an arched an eyebrow.

“Uh, well...”

She wiggled her toes within her boot and the sound of creaking leather made him jump backward.

The little man looked at Callum, his eyes wide with terror, “Do the right thing, boy! Call the police!”

Ellie laughed as she plowed her boot into his chubby little frame and he went tumbling back down the road toward the model village. She scrunched her toes in excitement and kept her hands in her coat pockets while she walked forward. She watched the little man shake with each of her steps, his body wriggling in fear as he looked up and up till he could just barely make out her face.

She brought the thick rubber tread of her boot down onto his legs first, and leaned forward so he could see the smile on her face. “Yeah, no one's calling the police,” she growled as his little legs crunched.

His face turned a bright red while he wheezed and sputtered in pain, his little fists drumming against the ground. His eyes then widened in terror but it wasn't until Faith was standing next to her that Ellie realized he must have felt her approach.

The blonde crossed her arms in front of her chest and scowled at him, “Make him apologize for calling me the c-word!”

Ellie laughed and lifted her boot enough so the shrunken man could see his own ground up legs beneath her tread. His little scream was completely overwhelmed by her own voice though, “You heard her. Apologize.”

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” He wailed.

Ellie watched her boot eclipse the sobbing little man and she let it gently settle atop him. She hoped she hadn't overshot his head, so he could feel his own blood dripping over his face while she said, “Not good enough.”

With the faintest push, she smashed through his body with another wet crunch that echoed across the model village.

Chloe shrieked in terror as she watched the towering Scottish girl squash Darrell Redding beneath her boot, while her American friend clapped excitedly.

Tabitha, the middle-aged woman she shared the house with, tutted and shook her head. “Darrell always was a bit of a git.”

Chloe slowly turned to look at her fellow shrunken woman, who was simply standing at the window with her pink plastic teacup in hand and shaking her head like Darrell was simply in one of his usual arguments with the other villagers.

Before she could say anything though, a masculine voice roared out across the village, “Ellie, what the fuck?!”

The enormous brunette girl glanced over her shoulder and though her face softened, she let out a frustrated sigh before she turned back toward the fence. Chloe fought the bile rising in her throat as she watched the thick strands of viscera stretch from the road to the rubber tread of the giant girl's Doc Martens, where Darrell's mashed up remains were still lodged. Her gaze roved up the giantess's body, from the thick-soled Chelsea boots past the fluffy white socks to the tight painted on black jeans that clung to her narrow legs. Her torso was clad in a sturdy but stylish maroon peacoat with the collar turned up a bit to protect against the chilly wind. With each of her earthquake-inducing steps, the rich brown waves of hair that spilled down to her chin from her white Carhartt beanie bounced.

“What, Peter?”

“Ooo,” Tabitha giggled, “He's in the doghouse, I bet.”

The American girl stood in the street for a moment, frowning as she looked at the stain her friend had turned Darrell into. Her foot, encased in some ludicrously pristine trainer, hovered over it for a moment, like she was about to tap her toe against it before she made a disgusted gagging noise and thought better of marring her shoe. Chloe shook as she watched the giant blonde turn back and bounce toward the fence, unable to take her eyes off the girl's right foot, which still bore the faintest stain. It was a grim reminder of Timothy Beauchamp, who had gone out to tell her to go right back to the fence only to be immediately plucked up by the oblivious bitch.

The thunderous voices of the giants echoed across the village but Chloe simply stared at Tabitha, “How can you be so calm about this? They knocked out the power. They could kill us all.”

Tabitha chuckled and shook her head, “Chloe dear, do you think this is the first time that some normal sized folk realized they could terrorize us?”

Chloe could feel her heart almost leap into her throat, “This... this sort of thing happened before?”

“Oh yes,” Tabitha took a slow contented sip of her tea, “But don't worry, I've lived through probably the worst of them. The Colossal Chavs in '04, the Posh Princess in '09.” Tabitha paused for a moment and a wistful smile came over her face, “The Amorous Spaniards of 2013. Even that dreadful Irish Invasion three years ago.”

Chloe braced herself against the windowsill, the sudden vertigo and tightness in her chest giving her horrible flashbacks to her own shrinking eighteen months earlier. She stood there breathing in as best as she could to calm herself before it finally became clear that it wasn't another shrinking spell but just a regular old rush of panic. “You,” she shook her head, “You gave these attacks names?”

“Well, it's not as if these giants ever announce themselves, dear,” she shook her head, “And besides would you really prefer if I said, 'oh yes, I weathered the attacks by Steve and his little twat of a girlfriend' or whatever their names are.” She gestured off to the distant car park, where the giants were still talking amongst themselves.

“So what? Just keep calm and carry on then?” Chloe ran her fingers through her hair and had to fight the sudden urge to tear it out, “Lie back and think of England?!”

“If that's what helps you get through it, dear,” Tabitha said with a shrug. The world started to shake, “Ugh, I would think a nice looking girl like her could get a better looking boyfriend, don't you?”

The windows rattled in their frames and Chloe had to fight an urge to scream as the shadow of the Scot's boot sailed over their home. Pressing against the window, she stared up at the giant girl's enormous boyfriend. He was lanky, like her, and looked a little ridiculous in baggy Adidas joggers, and a gray pullover jumper that also seemed a touch too big on him, which was made even more apparent by the way he was clutching his stomach. His freckled face was fairly round despite his lanky frame, but his hair was a pleasant auburn that he had styled somewhat decently. Chloe bit down her scream as she watched his narrow Adidas trainer almost plow into their front room.

“Ellie,” the giant thundered as they walked off, “I know this trip hasn't been what you thought but how does this not turn your stomach?”

Staring through the door to the kitchen, Chloe watched the pair traipse off toward the 'farms' near the power lines that Ellie had apparently cut. The girl's boots smashed down against the grass, leaving the faintest bloody trail. Meanwhile the boy tried to avoid stepping on too much, which only made things worse as he stumbled about in his girlfriend's grip.

Tabitha tutted once more, “Looked a little green, didn't he, dear?”

“I... what?” The world continued to shake and she whipped her head back toward the main road.

“That Peter boy,” Tabitha said, like it was the most natural thing in the world, “Looked a little under the weather is all.”

“How can you not see how bad this is?” Chloe muttered as she peaked out the front windows.

The American was practically dragging her boyfriend down the street. The giant was shorter than Ellie and Peter though he was still a solid head and shoulders above the petite girl that was pulling him forward. He was wearing jeans that tapered off a little at his ankles, no doubt to show off the high top Nikes that he was wearing, which were a different style than the broad ones his girlfriend wore; they were tighter and plainer, mostly a soft cream which the distinctive dark navy swoosh seemed to pop against. He wore a nice button down shirt that would have hung nicely on him if not for his little paunch but thankfully the smart cardigan he wore helped offset the bad fit of the shirt.

With his high cheekbones, full lips, and floppy dark hair he could probably pass himself off as a poor man's Timothee Chalamet if not for the fact that he was currently being bullied by his girlfriend. The indecision and discomfort on his face instantly reminded Chloe of an anxious boy she went to college with who snapped during their A-Levels.

“As long as none of us go outside and confront them, they'll go away eventually,” Tabitha waved her hand dismissively. “It's a shame they're all upset with each other. When that American girl hopped the fence, I was hoping we might have a repeat of the Spaniards.”

Chloe tried to pretend that Tabitha was just clutching a space where she might have once worn pearls when she mentioned the Spaniards again, even though the woman's hands were clearly far too low for any proper pearl clutching.

A crashing noise echoed up the street followed by the giant's panicked screech, “Faith, what are you doing?!”

Staring through the window, Chloe had a full view of the American girl's loose sweatpants tightening against her taut butt cheeks as she bent down over one of the houses down the way. Bits of balsa wood and ceramic fell to the street before there was another crash. “Hmph,” Faith huffed, “I guess this one's just fake.”

The giant stammered but not a single complete word left his mouth.

The girl pivoted slightly and dug her fingers into the roof of another model house, ripping it off with ease to peer inside of it. “I swore that first little shrinkee came out of one of these places.”

Chloe backed away and reached for Tabitha, “We have to go, now.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Tabitha waved Chloe off, “The Chavs did something similar.”

“Faith,” the giant's voice was tight and strained but his shaking hands pulled his girlfriend up to her full height, “You have to stop.”

Faith simply giggled, “Oh come on, Callum, no one's going to know if we take a few and play with the rest.” She cuddled up close to her boyfriend and ran her fingers up and down his chest, “I think it's cute that you think they're people but you can't tell me that you've never toyed with a tiny in your whole life.”

Callum stumbled back, and jumped slightly when bits of the broken model crunched beneath his heel. “Of course I haven't!” He protested and Chloe could see his face was stricken in horror.

Faith's messy bun of blonde hair shook as she giggled, “Aw, that's kind of sweet.” She then bent toward the next house, her dainty fingers tearing into the model with ease, “I'll let you play with the next one then.”

“No, Faith,” Callum grabbed at the girl once more, making her drop the roof she had just pried free back onto the model house. As the whole thing crumbled the giant winced in discomfort, “I don't want to play with a shrunken person.”

“Aw, baby,” she cooed before giving him a kiss, “This really bothers you, huh?”

“Yes, and-”

“I promise that I won't make you play with any I bring back then,” she said sweetly as she gave him a warm hug, “And you don't have to be here if you don't want.”

The world shook as she stepped away from her boyfriend, who stood in utter shock as she bent down to tear apart another home. Chloe's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the giantess was leaning over Timothy Beauchamp's house, a place he shared with two other young men who were no doubt glued to their windows in horror like she was. She tried to peer through the green pillars of the giantess's legs, hoping to warn them to run if she spotted them through the window.

Callum's immense foot blocked her view as he again pulled his girlfriend back up. “No, Faith. You need to listen to me. I don't want you to do this either. It's wrong.”

“Ok,” Faith spat the word out in a way that made it clear she was not ok with what her boyfriend had just said, “Where the hell is all this coming from? We've been dating for over a year and now all of a sudden you're some big Shrinkee Rights Activist?”

“It's not all of a sudden,” Callum sighed, “I've always felt this way.”

“Then why didn't you ever say anything before?” She whined before petulantly stamping her foot, which sent a minor shock wave through the floor beneath Chloe's feet.

“Because it never came up,” Callum shook his head.

“What are you talking about? My roommate had a shrinkee last year.”

“Wh-what?!” The giant stumbled as if he had been struck.

“Yeah, what did you think I meant when I'd talk about Mel's little helper?”

“I thought, you,” he rubbed his eyes, “I thought Mel sold you adderall or something. You always said it helped you study.”

“So doing drugs is fine but kicking Mel's shrinkee to help me focus is wrong?”

“Yes!” Callum's exasperated shriek made Chloe clutch her ears, “How can you not see that torturing someone is far worse than taking a fucking pill!”

“Ok, first off, stop yelling at me,” Faith bristled with frustration, “Second, stop talking about it like it's a person. It's a shrinkee. Third, he liked it. Everybody knows that all these little things are foot freaks and perverts and stuff.”

Chloe blinked as the girl's voice boomed in her ears, feeling vaguely uncomfortable that the enormous blonde apparently had written off every shrunken person that had ever crossed her path as some kind of demented pervert. Meanwhile, Tabitha chuckled and shook her head beside her like she was overhearing a weird conversation in a cafe.

“I can't believe this,” Callum stammered, “How did- I can't- I trusted you. I felt safe with you.”

“Baby, baby,” she grabbed at his hands, and pulled him close, “It's ok. I'm sure lots of people that have never been around Shrinkees don't get what they're like. Here, let's find one together and you'll see. The first one we find will probably lick the bottom of your shoe without you even asking and then you'll understand.”

“Jesus Christ,” Chloe muttered.

The giant above echoed her shocked words, “Faith, no. I've been around Shrinkees before.”

The girl's sneakers squeaked against the road as she stopped short, “Then how do you not get it?”

“Because I'd never do that to my own brother,” he said exasperated, “And I didn't think I'd ever date someone who would. Good God, I didn't realize when I went to the States that the whole country was insane. I thought the way shrunken people were treated was just a few bad apples or something.”

“Wait, your brother,” Faith laughed, “Wow, I didn't realize that one sibling could shrink and another could be Immune.”

“I'm not Immune, Faith,” the giant said before he took a deep breath and added, “I'm not even asymptomatic, I shrank a little before leaving for Uni.”

“You-you're a shrinkee?”

“Yes, I-”

Her biting laugh cut him off, and she stepped up to him and wrapped her hands around his arms. He yelped slightly as her grip tightened around his wrists and she pulled him down toward the ground. Callum's knees hit the road with a resounding boom and he yanked his wrists out of her grasp, “Ow, what the fuck, Faith?”

Her dainty fingers played with his dark hair but she said nothing.

When he tried to stand back up, she pushed him back down again, sending another powerful quake through the street. “Faith, this is ridiculous,” he said but there was no steel in his voice.

“My friend Sam always said that it was kind of weird that a guy in his junior year of college would want to date me,” she sighed, one hand still playing with Callum's hair while the other rested on his shoulder, shoving him back every time he tried to stand. “She kept saying that something had to be wrong with you, y'know? Like, you were a creep or whatever. But she has like an absurd crush on me, right? So I figured that she was just jealous.”

“Faith,” the giant's voice was little more than whine.

The blonde laughed again, “I never imagined that you could be a shrinkee. I mean, I didn't think colleges and universities even really accepted people that weren't Immune. It's not like they're going to go on to have good jobs and make big donations at any point.” She paused, her grip tightening on the giant's shoulder while she twisted his hair tightly around her pinkie finger, “Though, maybe enough make big donations before they shrink or something. There is that rumor about a guy who donated, like, ten million dollars so that the school would build him a creepy enclosure inside a freshman dorm.”

“Faith, that can't be true,” Callum stammered.

She tugged at the hair around her finger, and when he yelped in surprise, she carried on, “So was that, like, your plan? Date me, shrink down around me, and then I'd keep you as a pet for the rest of your life?”

“No, what? Faith, I didn't-”

Her hand drifted from the top of his head down to press against his lips, “Don't lie to me, Callum. You had to have known I was Immune. I told you more than once.”

The giant stammered while she gently stroked her face, “I never planned on anything b-but...”

“But you thought about it, didn't you, baby?”

Callum's voice wavered, “Yes. But I didn't think you were, I thought you'd be...”

The world outside Chloe's window darkened as Faith pivoted to stand in front of it. The shrunken woman began to back away, and she reached out a hand to grab at Tabitha but met only empty air. She turned to see Tabitha pressed against the window, her head craned back to stare up at the American girl that towered over their house.

“Tabitha,” she hissed while outside the sound of fabric sliding down echoed out.

Tabitha simply tried to wave her closer, “You're missing the show, dear.”

The entire house groaned and Chloe could see the giant girl's legs spreading apart as she settled down atop the house, her pants falling down around her ankles. “That's it,” Faith's voice seemed to reverberate through the whole house, “I always wondered why you were so good with your tongue but-” Her voice turned into a low moan as Callum dove face-first into her crotch, “Mhm, yeah. That's a good boy.”

The wall shook as one of the giant's slammed their open palm against it, and Chloe watched as dust shook out from the ceiling. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she muttered while the house shook around her. Running through the kitchen, she watched spiderweb cracks race across the windows and pushed out of the door right before its frame started to groan. Stumbling down the steps into the back garden, she looked up to see the enormous blonde girl already arching her back in pleasure while her immense tanned butt cheeks started to crash through the roof.

Her tiny body moved before she could fully process what was about to happen.

With every pleasurable twitch and thrust of the giant girl's hips, Chloe's home cracked further. The fissures were small at first but they deepened as Faith's moans grew louder. The blonde yelped as her backside crashed through the roof but she did little more than clutch the neighboring building with one hand and her boyfriend's head with the other.

Chloe turned and ran toward the center of the village.

When Faith's moans reached a fever pitch and she heard the building collapse, she stopped and looked behind her. The blonde's buttocks sat atop a pile of debris and then the enormous girl collapsed back, her chest heaving with each of her gasping breaths. Rather than rise up, the girl simply reached over to the nearest building and tore her hand through what remained of the adjoining wall. The screams of Chloe's neighbors echoed out and the shrunken woman turned away before she could see what the blonde would do with them.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Chloe ran for cover through the village's few alleys while the sound of the giantess's smacking lips seemed to follow her every step.

“Ellie, please,” Pete finally found his footing and pulled back as gently as he could.

Ellie sighed and stopped in the center of the herb garden she had spied earlier, a basil plant crushed beneath her tread, “What, Peter?”

He winced slightly, “Look, I know that you're annoyed with me because I didn't tell you-”

“That this was not a romantic getaway but a couples trip with the most annoying girl on at least two continents?”

His cheeks burned bright red, “Y-yeah.”

She crossed her arms and tapped her foot while she waited for him to finish.

“Look, I'm sorry, alright?” His voice was high and tight, “When I mentioned it to Callum, he said we could drive and before I realized what was happening we kinda had the whole trip planned out.” Pete then took a deep breath and shook his head, “But that doesn't matter. Just because you're pissed at me doesn't mean you can take it out on all these people.”

He swept his arm across the vast model village, “If you're pissed at someone just be pissed at me.”

“Pete,” Ellie said his name softly as she stepped over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “Do you really think I'm the type of person who takes out their anger on shrinkees just because she can?”

He blushed a little harder while her fingers played along the nape of his neck, “I- Ellie, I just watched you step on someone.”

“Oh come on, you can't tell me that he didn't deserve it,” she laughed, “I mean, really, the way he was talking to us.”

There was a nervous edge to Pete's laughter, “Uh, I guess he was fairly rude.”

“Right? He should have known better.” Ellie gave him a quick peck before she started to pull away.

But Pete didn't let her out of his embrace. He gave her a quizzical look, “What do you mean? Should have known better?”

“What? When you can barely see over someone's toes, you probably shouldn't upset them,” Ellie smirked, “And you'd think someone who lives in a special little town just for shrinkees would have figured that out. Now, c'mere.”

Ellie tugged at Pete's arm and he stumbled over to the small farming cottage that sat beside the herb garden. Ellie was smiling as she looked down at the charming little building, and she let out a dreamy sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder and looped her arm in his.

“Is... what am I supposed to be seeing...” Pete asked, looking down at the farmhouse. It was a quaint building that appeared to be made of actual, albeit very small, bricks. It looked no different than a few of the cottages they had passed when they got off the highway.

Ellie leaned up and whispered into his ear, “There's a little farmer in there.”

“Ok...”

“So, y'know, why don't you...” Ellie giggled and lifted her foot above the farmhouse before gently kicking the air.

“What? Why would I do that?”

Ellie pressed a little closer to him, “Because...”

Pete's stomach quivered and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, “Ellie, are you... do you...”

She giggled beside him and nodded her head slowly.

They had never really talked about shrunken people. Having grown up with Callum and his brother, Pete had gotten used to avoiding the topic all together. He remembered the way some of the Immune kids in town would talk about shrunken people like they were pests or toys and even if Callum just overheard it he would get flush and shake a bit. Pete had known Ellie was Immune but she never seemed to actually talk about shrinkees and she certainly wasn't 'on the hunt' the way some people were; their eyes constantly scanning the ground for tiny folk, smirking when someone mentioned they were asymptomatic, and sometimes even offering to take someone if they had started shrinking in a teasing or gloating manner.

One memory early in their relationship stood out though.

They had been lying in his bed during their first year at University, and he had decided they had been dating long enough that he needed to know how she felt about shrunken people. She had just sort of laughed and said, “Oh, I didn't see a lot growing up in the Highlands. The occasional tourist sometimes, that was it.”

At the time, he hadn't thought much of the somewhat non-answer. Callum's family had taken his brother with them on holiday and so it didn't sound strange that a wife or husband might take their shrunken spouse with them or a child might take their shrunken parents or whatever the situation might have been. Now though, he could remember the way her toes had scrunched up against his shin when she said it and the weird smirk that she had flashed him.

A smirk not much different than the one on her face at that moment.

He could feel the bile rising from his belly, “El, uh, have you... did you...”

“Did I what?” She asked sweetly, as she brushed her fingers across his hair.

“When you, uh, said that you didn't see a lot of shrinkees growing up... what did you do to the ones you did see...”

She frowned though not from the question but from the sheen of sweat that clung to her fingers as she pulled them away from Pete's brow. “Well, whatever I wanted,” she shrugged, “Most of the time I'd just step on them but I definitely ate a few when I was on a long hike myself.” Ellie laughed, “The best was when I'd run into kids doing the Duke of Edinburgh Award and one of them shrunk. They were often so bored that they'd trade them for a spliff.”

“Oh God,” Pete clutched his stomach as it again quivered and shook.

“Peter, are you feeling alright?”

“I'm fine, El, just,” Pete clenched his eyes tight and took a deep breath, “I didn't realize. You haven't done this sort of stuff at Uni, have you?”

“What? No,” She shook her head, “Between exams and internships and everything else. God, where would I find the time to track down shrinkees?”

Pete's stomach still churned but he let out a sigh of relief.

“And it's not like I'd have kept it to myself,” she gently rubbed his back, “I'd have told you if I found one.”

Again bile rose in Pete's throat, “Why would you tell me...”

“You know, so we could...” she gestured down at the farmhouse before squeezing his arm, “Together.”

“Ellie, I would never want to do that,” Pete stammered, trying to take a deep breath as it felt like his chest was tightening.

She made a soft soothing noise as she gave him a firm hug and another gentle kiss. “Look, I know Callum's your best mate, and his whole situation with his brother and all that,” she thumped her hand against his chest to stop him from saying anything else, “I also know that you're asymptomatic too, which I don't care about at all and is no reason for you not to enjoy your size.”

The phrase 'enjoy your size' rolled over Pete as he struggled to take a deep breath.

“Now, c'mon,” Ellie steered him over to the cottage.

With his white Adidas Samba right next to it, Pete found it difficult to not notice how silly it was that a house that someone actually lived in wasn't as wide as his foot was long. His chest was still tight and his limbs trembled from nerves but a giddy laugh escaped him all the same.

He kept his heel firmly planted in the muddy patch beside the house as he lifted his foot. Clumps of dirt fell from Pete's tread as he pivoted his foot to hang over the little cottage. It was easy to imagine the havoc he wreaked with just a twist of his ankle; the earth churned around his heel, the pebbles that were dislodged from his trainer took a few tiles from the house's roof, and several windows were cast in deep shadow.

Beside him Ellie let out a squeak of excitement and her hand squeezed against his bicep.

Pete's lips curled up in a smile as he realized it was taking more effort to hold his foot above the house than it would be to crush it. A single curt laugh burst out of him and he relaxed.

His trainer crashed into the roof of the house then through it. Wood exploded out from beneath his tread while bricks cascaded down around it. There was a faint crunch as Pete obliterated the walls and bricks beneath his foot before feeling it rest on solid ground once more.

Ellie's breathing was already picking up and she squealed again when the farmer's scream echoed up from inside the house. Wriggling his foot in the debris, Pete glanced over at Ellie to see her eyes glazed over as she growled, “Do it.”

His own member twitched inside his pants and Pete felt more heat rise up into his cheeks. He told himself it was for Ellie as he carefully lifted his foot and swung it through the rest of the cottage like he was kicking a football. Bricks flew across the muddy yard surrounding the farmhouse and the second floor crashed down onto the first amid the farmer's screams.

Rather than set his foot down, Pete swept it back over the little house, casually kicking away pieces of the roof and walls with the toe of his trainer. He didn't even realize what he was looking for until he felt Ellie's hand start to rub his bulging manhood.

With one more swipe of his shoe, Pete found the farmer, a tiny pudgy man writhing amid the rubble of his little house. He unconsciously pulled his foot away but then Ellie squeezed his now erect cock through his joggers.

“Oh,” he moaned and looked over to see the lust in her eyes. Pete found himself flashing her the same easy smirk that all the cool Immune boys gave their girlfriends back home. The thought sent a pang of discomfort through him as he remembered that those guys had all been bullies but he pushed it away. “Do you want me to...”

“God, yes,” her voice was raspy with arousal and her final word came out in a strained squeal, “Please.”

The farmer's scream was absorbed by the bottom of Pete's trainer as it crashed down upon him but Pete was too busy to care. His lips found Ellie's and their moans reverberated through each others bodies. While his hands flew up the buttons of her coat, undoing each one with practiced precision, he ground his foot atop the pathetic cottage, obliterating it with ease.

Ellie's hands tore at his clothes, and neither of them gave any heed to the fact that they were in the middle of a field or that they weren't even out of Faith and Callum's sight, let alone that they didn't have a condom.

Ellie threw herself so hard at Pete that he stumbled backward, his hands fumbling to grab hold of her as they fell together. Pete's bare back crashed into the cold muddy ground but he was too busy thrusting into Ellie to care.

She moaned as she rode atop him and his hands dove beneath her thick knit sweater to knead her breasts. Ellie panted and groaned as she leaned down, he started to slow his strokes and lean his head up so they could kiss but her hand pushed down on his bare chest. “No, don't slow down,” she groaned.

He let his hands drift back down to her hips and he held her firmly in place as he drilled up from below.

“Oh yes, right there,” her voice echoed in his ears.

Pete could feel his own heart rate picking up with every stroke and the orgasm built within him as he tried to go as long as he could. He grunted as he struggled to hold it in and his stomach started to churn once more while sweat started to pour down his forehead.

Ellie roared from her own orgasm and simply kept riding him while dragging one of his hands toward her crotch. “Pete,” she moaned and then panic entered her voice, “Pete?”

Pete's chest tightened suddenly and all that came out was a struggling gasp.

“Peter?!”

Ellie's voice echoed out around him as the world started to spin.

“Oh God, no, no,” Ellie rose up and seemed to stretch higher and higher as the world went dark.

Pete gasped for air and arched up on the cold muddy ground what felt like a second later.

The world seemed to spin around him for a moment before his eyes focused.

He clutched his chest but there was no more pain or tightness, nor was his stomach churning. Worse, Pete found himself suddenly aware of how cold it was, his body curled up and his teeth began to chatter. He hadn't thought it was that cold when they arrived, even when Ellie had thrown away his clothes, he hadn't been cold.

“Ellie,” he called out as he stood up and looked around.

A few yards away stood a field filled with immense green plants and it took him a moment to realize they were herbs. “No, no,” he shook his head as he began to pivot in place.

His jaw dropped when he saw his own trainer, now easily the size of a truck. Beside it was the pile of debris that was all that remained of the house he had destroyed. “Oh God,” he whimpered as tears welled in his eyes, “I fucking deserve this, this is what I get, I...”

Beside the debris of the house was one of Ellie's immense Doc Marten boots, resting on its side. Above it was an enormous field of black denim and as Pete turned, he fell back onto his ass as he stared up at his now enormous girlfriend.

Ellie sat cross-legged in the grass, like it was simply any other day and she was enjoying a relaxing moment in a park. He craned his neck back further and further as his eyes traveled up from her unfathomably long legs, over the intricate designs of her knit jumper, and finally to her still gorgeous if now billboard sized face. Her beanie was back on and he realized that she wasn't even looking at him, instead her eyes were wide as they looked at something on her phone.

Pete blinked and his heart skipped a beat as he realized he wasn't looking at the cutesy duck-themed case that Ellie kept her phone in. It was the simple durable black case that protected his own phone.

As he scrambled to his feet and took a step back, her eyes locked onto him.

“Oh good, you're awake,” her voice boomed out, deeper and more powerful than Pete could have imagined for a girl who sang soprano but still filled with concern.

“Ellie,” his words already turning into a plea, “Please, we've been together for years just because I shrank-”

Her booming voice simply rolled over his, “Peter, don't worry, I'm not going to squash you just because you shrank.”

He breathed a sigh of relief but before he could start to thank her, her voice rolled on.

“Of course, I might change my mind based on a very simple question.”

Pete took another step back as his heart started to race.

She turned his phone around so that he could see the text chain that she had been reading.

Pete's blood turned to ice as he saw the enormous picture of Alyssa Young's bare chest and then the tip of his own cock at the bottom of the screen, from the dick pic that he had agonized over when he took it a few weeks earlier.

“Who the fuck is Alyssa Young?”

Pete turned and ran.

The American girl's voice became less distinct as Chloe ran through the back gardens and alleys of Traverston. It was still a basso rumble that competed with the sound of her own blood pumping through her tiny body but at least she no longer understood what the girl was saying. The voices of the other giant couple echoed somewhere in the distance as well, sounding almost normal thanks to how far away they were.

Chloe slowed down when she reached the high street, and as she doubled over to catch her breath, she saw how her hands shook. Looking up and down the street at the mostly fake shopfronts, listening to the distant sound of gigantic university students terrorizing the miniature village, she couldn't fight the memories that welled up inside of her.

She stumbled with her next step and braced herself against the nearest store window.

It was one of the fake shops, designed to look like a computer repair place that probably went out of business around the same time the locals had converted The Traverston Model to Lili-Traverston. Even though she had a mirror in the house she shared with Tabitha, it was still difficult for Chloe to recognize the woman staring back at her.

Her once dazzling and full red hair was limp and, since there were no proper scissors for shrunken people, awkwardly cut. The woman reflected back at her had more of a tan than Chloe ever had but she was also composed solely of hard bony angles and wiry muscle rather than her previous pleasant curves. She had never been the most stylish but anything would have been better than the shapeless blue dress she wore, whose only redeeming quality was its pockets. The sidewalk rumbled beneath her cloth sandals and she immediately looked toward the sky.

No one loomed over the buildings and Chloe let out the breath she had held.

The reality of what was happening made her start moving again, though more slowly this time. She was shocked that no one had ever told her what to do in a situation like this, especially if it had happened before. Chloe stopped for a moment and shut her eyes tight as she thought about Tabitha. She doubted the older woman could have survived being crushed beneath the blonde girl's enormous ass but she didn't want to believe that Tabitha was simply gone.

Chloe forced herself to keep going until she finally spotted one of the real buildings.

Racing across the street, she shoved open the door to the village's tailor, the same one who made the dress she wore and almost all the clothes she had worn since shrinking. “Hello?” She called out as she slammed the door shut.

Without power, the place was lit only by the light coming in through the window and with the cloud cover that day, there wasn't much. Stacks of folded fabric, most of it donated by larger people from Traverston, filled the shop alongside three different sized dolls that the tailor used as models; a Barbie, a Bratz doll, and a GI Joe figure that looked terribly out of place with a dress hanging off of it. There was no answer and she didn't hear anyone moving on the floor above.

“It's Chloe! Tabitha's housemate!”

She stood in the center of the shop and simply stared at the ceiling, expecting to hear a floorboard creak.

Chloe walked through the backdoor and stared up the wide staircase that lead to the apartment above, the steps sized for the larger woman's ten inch tall frame. “Eliza!” She shouted, hoping that using the woman's name would somehow get her a response but instead she was met with only silence. Slowly and awkwardly, she clambered up the stairs to find the apartment door ajar.

Opening it up, she braced herself for some horrific scene only to find the vast studio apartment empty. Like the shop below, it had a vaulted ceiling so Eliza could easily move around, and was filled with furniture as well as more stacks of donated cloth. Chloe frowned as she noticed the higher quality fabrics that Eliza kept hidden; there were pleasing patterns, interesting textures, and even a few pieces of silk and velvet from what she could see.

Near the windows, she saw that Eliza had essentially the same set up for what could charitably called a kitchen that she and Tabitha had. The handful of appliances were silent and Chloe couldn't help but open the chest high refrigerator simply to peer into it. She found mostly the same allotment of food that everyone else had, tiny portions of real food that came from the village's donations. Though Chloe couldn't help but notice that there were a few empty spaces where there had most likely been choice items. Looking to the bed and the standing closet that was still open with half the clothes missing, Chloe figured that Eliza had run off at the first sign of the giants causing trouble.

Chloe sighed again and blinked tears from her eyes as she thought of Tabitha.

The high street below was deserted and looking out at it, Chloe was instantly reminded of the last time she had looked down on the high street. Of course, that had been the actual high street in Traverston when she was still normal sized.

She had decided that a weekend in a cute village would be the perfect cure for a dreadfully boring work trip and there was a well reviewed bed and breakfast in Traverston along with a few places to walk and hike that were supposedly charming.

The idea that she might shrink had never crossed her mind.

Chloe had known that she was asymptomatic but she was also twenty-five and the fear of suddenly shrinking had abated with every passing year after she finished uni. Growing up, watching people go from classmates one day to her classmate's playthings the next or coming back from holiday to learn that someone's dad or mum or whoever had been sent to a protected village, it had felt like shrinking could happen to anyone. The world didn't stop just because people shrank though and by the time she was out in the real world, the fact that the majority of asymptomatic people didn't shrink was more than enough to put her mind at ease when the errant fear popped into her head.

She was sitting in the bed and breakfast's little dining room, enjoying a scone laden with jam and cream while deciding what to do that day when loud voices passed outside the window. Lisa, the friendly older woman who ran the place came in after that, shaking her head and muttering about the 'damned music festival.' Chloe had quickly learned when she arrived that Traverston was annually plagued by an EDM festival that brought in 'droves of druggies and burnouts.' Lisa had paused when she saw her and gestured to the cup beside her plate, “More tea, dear?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Lisa walked by and again Chloe found herself wondering just how old she was. She was tall and thin, without a trace of gray in her thick dark hair, and though there were faint lines around her brown eyes and thin lips, there wasn't much else to go on. She kept thinking that the woman had to be at least as old as her parents, if not older, but that might have just been because she thought running a cutesy bed and breakfast was something people did when they were retired.

“They're out in force today,” Lisa said as she filled Chloe's cup before she poured one for herself. The woman's seemingly endless hatred for young people and new music also helped to make her sound quite aged, “Best steer clear of the campgrounds unless you fancy breathing in marijuana smoke and Lord only knows what else.”

Chloe had smiled politely and tried not to laugh as she sipped her tea, wondering how the older woman would react if she knew about the weed gummies in Chloe's bag that a friend had given her after returning from a trip to California earlier that month.

As she walked down the high street twenty or thirty minutes later, the discomfort in her stomach made her think about having one well before she left the village. The feeling got worse while she rummaged through her bag and suddenly she began to wonder if her visit to the local chip shop that everyone said was great the night before had really been the best idea. The vertigo hit her as she started to turn back toward her bed and breakfast, certain that she would need a toilet in a matter of minutes. The pain wracked through her body next and all she managed was a gasping cry before the world went black.

The next thing Chloe knew, she had been tumbling through the air and screaming.

Soft fabric rushed past her and when she tried to reach out for it, it shook and she was hit by a burst of warm air. Sunlight rushed in and the sidewalk below turned into a blur as she plummeted. Her own terrified cries were instantly overwhelmed by the booming voices around her, then all the air rushed from her body when she hit the ground.

Gasping for breath, Chloe pushed herself up to a sitting position and her eyes went immediately wide. Enormous trainers seemed to encircle her; black Nikes on one side, thick chunky soled Filas on another, and outrageously colorful high tops in front of her. It was the high tops that held her attention though since they were far larger than the other pairs.

And that's when she finally started to parse the basso roars above her.

“Jackpot,” a masculine voice boomed above, and Chloe's eyes quickly traveled up a pair of long joggers then past a baggy shirt to where immense hands held her purse. In the impossibly large hands she saw the package of weed gummies she had been searching for.

Feminine giggles thundered on either side of her and Chloe trembled as she watched a feminine hand snatch the package out of the giant's grasp. The dainty hands belonged to an Asian girl whose dark hair was covered by a neon pink bucket hat and whose face was coated in glitter and glow paint. She instantly ripped the bag open and popped one of the tiny bears past her plump lips.

The mere sight of the girl chewing something made Chloe whimper and crawl backwards. With the package so far overhead, she couldn't help but wonder how she compared to the tiny weed-laced gummy bear the gigantic girl had devoured without a thought.

The world shook and a gale blew across her back as the other giantess slammed her foot down right in Chloe's path. Her head snapped away from the giant girl counting up the weed gummies to her friend whose dishwater blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail to reveal a long narrow face similarly coated in glitter.

The enormous white girl sneered when her pale gray eyes landed on Chloe, “And where do you think you're going, bitch?”

The same enormous hand that had just been digging through her purse settled on the girl's bare shoulder. The giant South Asian boy towered over the annoyed girl and his handsome features did little to blunt the menacing look he wore. He gently pulled the blonde closer as he kissed her on the top of her head, “Your new plaything tryin' ta run, babe?”

“She better not be,” the giantess said while the bag of gummies was passed into her hand. “I'm gonna need these trainers spit shined when we get home tonight.”

All of Chloe's old fears welled up inside her when she heard those words. Memories of shrunken teachers licking the bottom of their former students' shoes, shrunken people being crushed under the tread of someone's boot, and shrinkees being tossed like candy into Immune mouths. Her eyes went wide and she yelped as the blonde tossed a bright red bear into her gargantuan maw. While her lips smacked together loudly, Chloe watched as her enormous boyfriend plucked another out and the gummy looked even smaller between his immense fingers.

“Aw, look at her, she's numb with fear,” the bucket hat wearing girl cooed. She leaned over Chloe's world, casting her in deep shadow as she regarded her with already glassy eyes. “She's definitely a keeper. You can tell she'll be super easy to train.”

Looking about frantically, Chloe's eyes went wide when she saw the giant had simply set her purse back down on the ground. Her phone was half out of it and the mere sight of it sent her scrambling.

“Oi!” The blonde's toe rammed into her.

Chloe cried out in pain and tumbled across the sidewalk.

“What do you think you're doing?” The girl asked with a scowl.

“Ooo, she was goin' for her phone, babe.” The giant nudged it back into her purse with his ludicrous trainer.

Then Chloe's view was blocked by his girlfriend's black Nike, which her thick milky leg rose out of it before disappearing into tight jean shorts. The giantess leaned over her and sneered, “Cheeky little bitch.”

“Maybe we should just squash her,” the other girl suggested.

“Nah, she won't try that again,” the blonde leaned down so far until it seemed like the entire sky was taken up by her face, “Will ya?”

Her little body shook with fear and Chloe knew that her answer in that moment would determine if she lived or died. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head and whimpered.

“What?”

“No,” she sobbed while she felt her dignity slipping away, “I won't...”

“You won't what?”

“I won't try to-”

“Get away from her you lousy ingrates,” thundered another voice.

All three giants straightened up and turned to face the newcomer. Through the forest of enormous legs, Chloe could see a sensible pair of flats and tight jeans that she dimly recognized.

“Mind your own business,” boomed Chloe's ostensible owner.

The new giantess stepped up to her and Chloe's neck craned back as Lisa towered over the bratty girl. “If you think I'm going to let you take one of the nice people of our village back to whatever council house hole you crawled out of, you are sorely mistaken.”

“Hey,” growled the giantess's boyfriend.

Lisa simply shoved a finger into his face and wagged it, “Be quiet, young man. If you so much as raise your voice at me, I will scream.”

Chloe sat shivering in terror while the giant quickly weighed his chances with the local police service. He then tugged on his girlfriend's shoulder, “C'mon, babe, it ain't worth it.”

The world shook as the girl stamped her foot and the trio walked off.

She could hear the girl who planned to imprison her shout in futile rage and a moment later Lisa flashed her fingers in a v at the girl. The rude gesture made Chloe blink in surprise and a giddy feeling bubbled inside of her only to be instantly squelched when Lisa looked down at her.

“Oh, it's you,” she said with a clear hint of disappointment.

The fear that Lisa would simply walk off, leaving her to be claimed by one of the 'nice people' of Traverston or even for that girl to come back and snatch, made Chloe burst into tears. She sobbed so hard that she didn't do anything when the giant woman's warm hands wrapped around her and began to soothingly stroke her hair and back.

The rest of that day passed in a blur, though Chloe distinctly remembered sitting beneath a tea towel on the same table she had eaten breakfast at that morning, flinching every time she heard a booming voice pass by the window outside. The car ride had been equally terrifying and the only thing that took the edge off was the luxury of the heated leather seat beneath her.

It had been jarring to be set down on an eerily similar street in the model village, but then someone was handing her clothing and helping her in to a nearby house while her gigantic savior spoke to someone she held in the palm of her hand.

Sitting in Eliza's apartment and staring down at the high street, Chloe found it difficult to accept that she had only shrunk last summer. It felt like a lifetime ago and she realized that in many ways it was. She no longer thought about any of the normal day-to-day minutia that had made it easy to forget about the possibility of shrinking.

She mostly thought about ways to pass the time in the quiet little village she lived in and wrestled over whether or not to ever contact her parents to let them know she wasn't dead. Every time she had thought about it, she thought about how they'd want to protect her and take her away and that had always sounded like a terrible idea.

But that was when she thought she had been safe in the village.

She knew it wasn't actually an officially protected place but no one had ever thought to mention that there had been multiple attacks. Tabitha had made sure to let her know, constantly, that Lisa had been the town bicycle when they were girls and how she had used her daddy's money to buy up the businesses of people when they shrunk for a fraction of what they were worth. Others had also readily told her all the gossip about the giants who dropped off supplies or maintained the parts of the grounds the shrunken people couldn't. That they wanted her to know the things that any local would know had helped to make her feel welcome.

Now though she was furious that they had wasted time telling her about everything but what to do if somebody decided to simply hop the fence and start kicking in their houses. Her hands were balled into fists as she jumped to her feet and looked across the apartment that Eliza had abandoned to clearly go somewhere safe.

Chloe released a raw wordless scream.

It took her several seconds to calm her nerves but once she was no longer shaking, she stood by the window and tried to figure out where people would go in case of an emergency.

Movement on the high street filled her with hope and then instantly confusion.

A naked young man was running through the streets with his hand cupped over his privates.

He ran past Eliza's shop then immediately stopped and backpedaled to stare at the clothes on display. Peering down, Chloe's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him.

It was Callum.

The window in front of her rattled and Chloe looked up to see Faith's face looming over the building across the street. Her blue eyes roamed across the high street as she cooed, “Aw, baby, there's no reason to run. Isn't this what you wanted?”

On the floor below, an action figure clattered to the floor and Chloe heard the recently shrunken boy yelp in fear.

“I'm going to find you, baby,” Faith thundered but thankfully her face disappeared behind a building as she leaned down low to peer through its windows, “But I think I'll play with these guys first.”

Bricks and wood crumbled somewhere beyond the high street as Chloe began to back away from the window.

The American's voice rang in her ears, “Hiiii...”

Ellie shook her head as she watched Pete run through the field that surrounded the model village. His little head swiveled about every half dozen strides to see her still sitting there but he didn't slow down at all. Of course, even at a full sprint, he had barely made it a few steps from her and she didn't see any reason to chase after him.

After all, there was nowhere for him to run to.

After the initial shock of watching him shrink beneath her had faded, she had carefully set him on his own sweater and looked up what she could about Lili-Traverston. It had been a cutesy little tourist attraction in the '90s or early aughts that a local businesswoman had turned into a safe place for Shrinkees but there was nothing official about it. There was even an old website, with no connections to any official Traverston accounts or pages, that still advertised it as a place to visit.

Whoever made this place had at least initially wanted normal people to come and see the shrunken villagers going about their daily lives. And the handful of news articles she found about it over the years told her that no one ever got prosecuted for doing anything to Lili-Traverston. One article, from over a decade ago, seemed to even imply that the girl who had wrecked the place and made a few locals lick mud from her heels was right to do so. She was, at least according to the article, the niece of the woman who owned the whole place and the shrunken people should have given her the respect she was due.

Ellie had been quietly laughing about it when she heard Pete's phone buzz with a notification.

All the amusement had seeped out of her at the noise, realizing that she'd soon enough need to talk to his dreadful parents and find out what they'd want to do with him. She thought briefly about refusing to turn him over to his stupid family, they'd huff and threaten to make a case of it but she knew from a few of their more tense dinners that they backed down easily enough. Ellie was confident that she would take better care of him than his parents would and began to imagine setting up a little place for him in her bedroom when she pulled his phone out of his pocket.

The sight of two heart emojis surrounding the name Alyssa Young shattered her fantasy.

Pete wasn't an emoji kind of guy, so at first it was easy to dismiss the cutesy symbols as something that Alyssa, as a dumb tart, must have done when she gave him her number. But her heart had skipped a beat when she saw a part of the message in the notification, 'I miss you so much. When are you...'

There had been no hesitation in her fingers as they flashed across the screen to unlock the phone and uncovered a seemingly endless string of messages. Her blood had boiled at first and she had thought about snatching up Pete's unconscious form and simply crushing him. She held his limp fragile body in her hand for a long moment, her thumb feeling out his pathetic joints while she thought about how easy it would be. But then she took a deep breath, set him on the muddy ground in front of her and decided that several years of dating wasn't worth throwing away over some flirty texts or even a little emotional cheating.

Then she found the pictures and her toes scrunched inside of her boots.

She was still scrolling through them while he ran. After the initial dick pic the two of them had become more open about what they wanted. Alyssa had their whole life planned out; Pete would break up with Ellie, they'd start dating almost immediately, he'd finish school while she looked for a place to live in their hometown, they'd move in together and everything would be great. It would have been disturbing if not for how much Pete seemed to love the idea; he talked constantly about how he missed home and missed Alyssa and how apparently exhausting it was to date her.

Ellie learned that apparently she was too political, opinionated, annoying, and a litany of other code words that essentially meant she wasn't an unwaveringly supportive blowjob machine. Alyssa, of course, seemed to agree that it was ridiculous that Ellie challenged Pete on some of his worst ideas and constantly took any moment of him venting to remind him that she wouldn't be that way. They had even talked about what would happen if he did shrink, since Alyssa was Immune like her.

She had almost gagged when she saw the photo the girl had sent in response; she was pitched ludicrously far forward while wearing a low cut top so that the camera was centered on her deep cleavage. Then she promised Pete that he would always be comfortable and well taken care of with her. It made her want to stand up, stalk over to where Pete was still struggling to reach the model village and smother him in more treacly love than the little bastard could handle.

Ellie sighed and shook her head as she finally reached the latest message. She pocketed his phone and rose to her feet before looking out to where his little form now slowly jogged toward the cluster of buildings at the village's center. She knew that she could easily catch him but if she went up to him right now, Ellie knew that he wouldn't be anything more than a stain on the sole of her boot.

Her gaze drifted from the village to the outbuildings that dotted the vast park to represent the various farms and cottages that were outside of Traverston. Feeling the smile spread across her face, Ellie took several big steps before she began to skip across the field. Giggling all the way, she jumped into the air as she neared the next cottage and came down on it with both of her feet.

The whole thing exploded into splinters and her boots sunk into the soft earth beneath.

Lifting a boot, she frowned when she saw that there was no thick red viscera clinging to it. The house was apparently one of the fakes that had never been converted to house a shrinkee. Rather than fret about it, she continued on in a broad circle across the park.

As she went, she dug her headphones from her pocket and slipped them into her ears. She stopped for a moment, her finger lingering over one of the metal albums she listened to when she was writing an essay and needed to be in the zone before she scrolled two more slots down in her recently played albums. A big sweeping orchestral score started but she skipped past the overture and the big entire cast introduction song right into the wholehearted 'I want song' of the musical.

Dancing across the field, Ellie tried to do her best to remember the movements she had been taught in the ballet class her mother took her to as a child. She jumped, slid, and kicked her way through more of the fake cottages, laughing all the while. Standing on the far side of the village, she realized she couldn't even see Faith or Callum because of the immense model church that had presumably once been the focal point of the attraction.

Ellie started to step toward it when movement caught her eye.

On the side of the village opposite where the power junction had been, there was another farm house beside a garden along with a sizable plastic box that was mostly obscured by shrubbery. Traveling along one of the roads though was a model lorry, laden down with what looked like a carrot and potato. Giggling at the sight, Ellie found herself drawn to it and angled herself along an intercept course.

As her shadow fell over the truck, it stopped and began to frantically back up.

Taking her headphones out, she heard its tiny electric engine whirring under the weight of its pathetic load and laughed. She slowed down as she spied the two little people within the modified radio control car clearly panic at her approach. Casually wrapping her earbuds around her phone, she tucked it into her pocket before she started to whistle and walk toward them like she was unaware of their presence.

Pivoting when she reached the road, Ellie walked right toward them, her own whistling covering up the sound of their truck's engine. She glanced down to see the two tiny people, a middle aged couple from what she could tell, bail from the cab and run screaming off the road in opposite directions.

Doing her best to maintain her casual unaware act, Ellie flicked her toe against the vegetables to send them sprawling across the road. The little man covered his head and cowered as a carrot the size of a felled tree bounced past him. Doing her best to hold in another laugh, Ellie brought her foot down on the lorry as hard as she could.

Plastic shattered beneath her boot and the whole thing flattened beneath her tread.

Both of the shrunken people screamed in terror and she smirked as she lifted her left foot up to smash the tiny woman beside her. But Ellie wavered in the air as she felt something clinging to the underside of her boot.

She stumbled and her foot crashed to the ground a few feet from the woman, who immediately ran back toward the cottage down the road. Meanwhile, Ellie looked down to see the bulk of the plastic lorry had clung to the bottom of her shoe.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She growled as she scraped her foot against the road.

The noise was horrendous but the mashed up truck held firm.

Glancing around, she spotted one of the small power line poles on the opposite side of the road and bent down to wrench it from the earth. The power lines stretched then snapped as she ripped the pole from the ground and then immediately scraped it against the sole of her boot.

“Fucking ridiculous,” she grumbled to herself as the flattened wreck dropped down onto the road, completely blocking it. Staring down at the wreckage and the pole that she had used to pry it off, Ellie found herself laughing again.

Her eyes then went to the tiny man who was crawling on hands and knees back down the road.

“Hey,” she snapped, stomping her foot down in front of him. He flopped backwards while she glared down at him, “Aren't you even going to apologize for getting lorry stuck to my boot?”

She listened to the little man blubber for a moment before she simply scoffed and dropped her foot onto him. Lifting her heel up, she ground him out slowly but surely, his blood soaking into the earth below.

The sound of a small door slamming shut drew her gaze to the cottage, where the tiny woman was now shutting curtains, as if that would somehow prevent Ellie from putting two and two together.

Stomping up to the tiny building, Ellie let her hands settle on her hips before she said, “I know you're in there.” The little woman remained inside the house, “You know I can crush this place, so just make it easier on us both and come out.”

She waited another few moments and then tapped her foot.

But still the woman remained inside.

With a sigh, Ellie plowed her boot into the side of the cottage, demolishing the walls without a care. Enough of the house remained standing that rather than destroy it, she bent down onto her hands and knees and peered inside. The tiny woman wailed in terror as she pressed her face up against the hole she created then backed away so she could slide her hand in.

The punches and kicks of the shrunken woman were little more than faint taps against her palm as she closed her fingers around her. She screamed obscenities until Ellie tightened her fist and all the air rushed from the woman's tiny body in a gasp.

“God,” she muttered as her thumb roved over the tiny woman's body, “You things really are so fragile.”

She pressed down on the woman's shoulder and a soft pop echoed up followed by the woman's painful scream. Ellie silenced her with a push to the stomach that robbed her of air and stunned her for a moment before tugging at her leg. She could feel it stretch then the woman's hip popped and she tugged just a little more but only the woman's pants tore apart.

“Where were you two trying to go anyway?”

The woman was nothing more than a heaving lump of flesh in her palm, gasping more often than she could sob as pain flooded through her.

Ellie twisted her other leg at a painful angle while looking down the road. It went right toward the village proper where she could spy Faith digging through buildings along the high street. As she turned back toward the woman in her hand though, she realized that the road curved past the immense church.

“No, that's...” she shook her head, almost unable to believe it, “Then again.”

Ellie looked down at the sniveling mess in her palm and sighed, “Don't worry, I'll make this quick.”

She placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of the woman's head. She could practically feel the woman's pleading screams against her fingers and then twisted as hard as she could.

The woman's head popped off and blood spurted across Ellie's fingers.

“Damn it,” she growled, dropping the woman's corpse onto the earth below and doing her best to shake the mess off of her hands. She bent down and wiped her hand across the grass while she complained, “Every time.”

Chloe sat hunched down beside the window as the enormous blonde licked her fingers clean of the blood and viscera that clung to them. Each one slid out of her plump pink lips with a soft pop and every time, the tiny woman caught sight of the girl's blood stained teeth. A monstrous tongue slid across them and they were dazzling white once more except for the faintest bits of blood that rimmed the spaces in between.

She leaned up and then over the opposite buildings and Chloe made herself as compact as possible while she huddled against the wall. Faith's low thoughtful 'hmm' shook the wall around her and Chloe shut her eyes tight and bit her lip to keep the terror from leaving her body in a wordless scream.

An annoyed pouty noise echoed out before the giantess spoke, “Man, how many of these buildings are fake?” Ceramic and wood crumpled as her hand undoubtedly plowed through another unconverted building. Cracks and pops echoed across the world while Faith continued to test various buildings and frustration built within her.

Chloe's heart pounded in her chest while she waited.

She wanted to run but she also knew that sudden movement might draw the girl's bright eyes to her immediately. Her only hope was that the giantess would get bored and move on since most of the buildings near the dress shop were still models.

Almost the instant Chloe thought it, Faith released a bothered, “Hmph.”

Fabric shuffled and the girl's trainers creaked before the whole apartment was blanketed in shadow. Peeking her head above the sill, Chloe had to crane her neck back to take in the enormous blonde girl that towered over the high street. Faith stood so close that the bagginess of her hoodie and the shelf of her breasts hid her face from view entirely.

One of the buildings across the way collapsed and a second later, Faith's green-and-white Jordan was crashing through it, the dust and debris simply flowing around it like water. The gargantuan foot wiggled slightly, kicking away the remnants of the building like they were any other bit of dirt marring the shoe. Faith then planted the trainer firmly into the center of the high street, the top of it just a few feet below the window Chloe hid behind.

Giggling, the girl then began to walk down the street like she was balancing on a beam. With every step though, she let her foot swing out wide so that it tore into the storefronts. Chloe watched wide-eyed as she ripped through fake store after fake store, laughing to herself the whole time. Her shadow finally started to recede when she finally found a building that withstood her casual destruction.

“Aw, did you run in here, baby?” Faith cooed before tearing the roof off and tossing it away without a care in the world. Chloe flinched from the horrible crash that followed but she kept her eyes focused on the enormous girl as she picked through the building. “Hmm, nope not here,” She lifted her fist over the building then punched down, no doubt obliterating whatever floor she had been looking at, “Anyone in here?”

The reality that Faith was no longer looking in her direction finally overrode the fear that pinned Chloe in place and she jumped to her feet. “Oh God, I need to... where...” a million questions ran through her head before she heard a similarly panicked voice coming from the floor below her.

“Callum,” she breathed, remembering that the boy was just downstairs.

Her feet carried her out of the apartment and down the stairs while the terrified boy was awkwardly shuffling in the backdoor of the shop, still cupping his privates to preserve some sense of modesty. He seemed to be crippled by indecision, reaching out for a nearby pair of trousers while simultaneously trying to run out of the building.

Coming down the stairs, Chloe blinked as she realized he was more than a head shorter than her, which easily put him at less than five inches tall. He stumbled backward at her approach and immediately collapsed into the corner, “Please, I wasn't going to steal it, I-”

Before she could stop herself, Chloe delivered a swift kick to his side, “You think I give a shit if you take some fucking trousers?” Her hands were already balled into fists and shaking like mad as she looked down at the terrified boy and she managed to step away before she kicked him again. She grabbed the nearest pair that looked like they'd fit and threw them at him, “Take them!”

He made a bunch of blubbering noises that sounded like 'thank you' while he struggled into them. Callum stood shakily in the corner, doing his best to cinch the pants off around the middle of his small belly. With a sigh, Chloe passed him one of the simple pieces of cloth that passed for belts in the village and he again muttered his thanks.

She stared at him for a moment and the anger inside of her quickly ebbed away. He was shivering in a combination of fear and cold, and he squinted at her like someone who needed glasses. “Jesus,” pity drove her to grab a nearby shirt and this time she handed it to him carefully.

“Thank you, uh,” he pulled on the heavy piece of cloth and with his face flushing from embarrassment, “I'm Callum but-”

Faith's voice boomed out down the road, “You're not my Callum. Cute though.” A tremor shook through the floor beneath them before the giantess laughed, “But not cute enough.”

Chloe couldn't help but cross her arms in front of her chest.

“Y-y-you probably already knew that.”

She wanted to scream at him for bringing this monster right to their little village, for destroying the house she had lived in for a year and a half, for killing... The last thought made tears well in her eyes and she struggled to keep her composure.

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered, “I didn't... she just wanted to see a model village. She likes cute stuff and I didn't, I just, how the hell was I supposed to know she'd-” Another crashing noise echoed down the high street as Faith found another real building, “If I had known, I'd never have brought her here.”

Having seen her drag him into the village, and force him to his knees, Chloe doubted he would have actually been able to say no to the girl if she had suggested coming here explicitly to destroy a village full of shrunken people. Yet, she also knew that saying it wouldn't help either of them at that moment.

“Look, do you think there's a way to stop her?” Chloe asked, “Like, right now she's looking for-”

“Babyyyy,” the blonde's whining cut her off, “This isn't funny anymore.”

Callum's eyes went wide with fear and he shook his head, “Please, don't... don't ask me to do that. She'll take me back to America. I know she will and I don't know what she'll do when she gets me home.” He cringed as he thought about something, “Oh God, I don't know which would be worse...”

“Ok, well,” Chloe rubbed the bridge of her nose and shook her head, “What about the other guy? You and him are mates, right? He's not just your girlfriend's friend's boyfriend, right?”

Callum nodded, “Oh no, yeah, me and Pete grew up together.” A strange nervous laugh came out of him and he said, “Did you think that Faith and Ellie were...” He shook his head, “No, I'm pretty sure Ellie hates Faith. I don't think Faith realizes or maybe she does and doesn't care...”

Chloe bit her lip to keep from screaming at him, “Look, it doesn't matter, do you think they'll get her to stop and then the four of you can just leave?”

“Yeah, I think so. Ellie probably doesn't even...” he trailed off and frowned, “Until today, I would have said she wouldn't hurt anyone but then... I'm so sorry about that man she killed and well, all the people that-”

A giggle cut him off followed by Faith bellowing, “And it's good!” The giantess's voice thundered on, “Though I guess here you guys say 'Gooaaaaal', right?” She sighed, “I really didn't think he'd go that far, did you? Maybe I should think about becoming a kicker. My school's football team is pretty bad... oh, is he still alive?” The sound of her traipsing off somewhere through the model village grew more distant as she went off to follow whatever poor man she had just kicked.

Callum looked like he was going to be sick, “I'm so sorry.”

Chloe's voice shook, “Focus, Callum. Will your friend Pete help us?”

“Yes, yeah, yeah, and I'm sure Ellie will too.”

“Then let's go, I saw them both near the herb garden not that long ago. It shouldn't be too hard to find them.”

She started to walk out through the shop when Callum froze in place, “We're going to go back out there?”

“Yes,” Chloe said forcefully, “We have to.”

“Ok,” he tried to take a deep breath but his breathing only became more shallow.

She grabbed him by the shoulder and looked him square in the eye, “You can do this Callum. She won't even be looking at us.” Chloe silently prayed that that would be true. “It'll be like, uh...”

“Like a shitty forced stealth section in a video game, yeah?” His voice was high and tight but he tried to crack a smile.

Chloe was surprised by the laugh that escaped her, “Yeah, just like that.”

Together, they crept toward the front of the shop and then slowly opened the door. Looking outside, she almost gasped as she took in the high street; it looked like something out of a war movie or old photos of London during the Blitz. Rubble was strewn everywhere, buildings remained standing but had lost their facades, and every so often there was just empty space where a building had once stood. In the distance, she could Faith's form towering over what remained of the high street. The girl had taken off her hoodie, which was draped across several still mostly intact buildings, to reveal that she was wearing nothing but a vest top beneath.

The giantess was currently pressing her hefty breasts together, and Chloe could just make out a form wriggling between the rolling hills of flesh. Her whole body froze as she watched some poor shrunken woman struggle between Faith's breasts. The enormous blonde laughed and taunted her while she hopped gently in place, the movement shaking her own breasts and terrorizing the woman trapped between them. “Squish,” Faith said cutely as she pressed her tits together, “Squish, squish, squish.”

She paused for a moment and cocked her head, “Aw, did someone pass out already?” Another laugh boomed out, “Nope, there you go. Squish.”

Chloe's whole body trembled and she gasped when she realized that she had unwittingly stopped breathing while imagining the suffocating torture of being trapped between Faith's breasts. She looked over at Callum, who stood beside her also terrified.

He slowly turned toward her with tears in her eyes, “She'd do that to me... wouldn't she?”

“C'mon,” Chloe grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the street in the opposite direction, “Let's go.”

They stumbled at first and then jogged down the High Street. The buildings quickly became more spaced out and they crouched beside low garden walls as they quickly made their way toward the edge of the fields that lead to the plot of herbs. Chloe stopped when they came up behind someone's house and looked out into the distance.

There was no Pete or Ellie, but as she squinted at where Brown's cottage should be she spied a pair of Adidas trainers and what looked like a pile of clothes. “Callum,” she breathed, “Is Pete Immune?”

“No, why- Oh God,” he stared off into the distance and squinted several times before he cursed, “Stupid bloody eyes. Why did I wear contacts today...” A dark bitter laugh stopped him, “Fuck, like my glasses would have shrank...”

“Where's Ellie?” Chloe asked, peering around and looking for the girl.

“Oh God, what if she,” Callum walked a few feet away and it took Chloe a second before she realized he was looking at the car park, “Ok, she didn't just leave with him. That's good.”

Chloe shuddered at the thought that the other girl would simply abandon their village to its fate with Faith. Then a sigh of relief came to her, “Well, this is good though, she'll want to leave if both of you shrank, right? And if she doesn't like Faith, she probably won't just hand you off to her.”

“Yeah,” Callum started to nod excitedly, “Yeah!”

A door to one of the houses behind them opened and Chloe felt a bit of hope stir in her chest that one of the other shrunken villagers would help them. However, all of that hope disappeared when she turned to see the lanky form of Pete standing there, wrapped in a blanket to cover his naked form.

“Oh thank God, Callum,” he rushed forward and immediately wrapped his friend in a hug.

“Pete!” The boys laughed and jumped up and down in their embrace for several seconds before they finally pulled apart. “What are you doing here? Why aren't you with Ellie?”

“Oh yeah...” the boy's face suddenly became bright red and he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

Chloe recognized that sheepish look, many men had given her that look over the years. Some of them had been her boyfriend, or a friend's boyfriend, and a few had been guys she had fooled around with and hoped they'd become her boyfriend until they gave her that look. Sometimes it was a little thing but more often than not it wasn't. The obvious question left her mouth in a sharp shock, “What did you do?”

Pete flinched and noticed that she was standing there for the first time, “Uh, well, uh... remember, Callum, when I mentioned that I ran into Alyssa Young over the summer break and...”

Callum's eyes also widened and then his brow knit together in judgment, “What did you do, Peter?!”

“Look, Ellie and I just want different things out of life. We have different values!” He cried out, “God, the things she's said to my parents just because they voted Leave!”

Chloe took in a deep breath and shook her head.

Callum threw his arms into the air wildly, “What did you do, Peter?! What did Ellie find out?!”

“She found all the texts!” Pete screamed and then deflated, “Alyssa gets me and we started making plans and... I also sent her a dick pic once or twice... along with some selfies where I had my shirt off...”

“Oh God,” tears welled in Callum's eyes, “Oh God, we're fucked! We're fucked! This whole fucking village is fucked! And it's all because you still haven't gotten over Alyssa Young?!”

“No, it'll be ok!” Pete pleaded as he grabbed Callum, “It'll be fine. We'll hide out in the village and after they get power back, we'll call Alyssa and she'll come get us and you'll get to be with your family and I'll get to be with her. It's all going to work out!”

“Where the fuck are we going to hide?! Faith's destroying the whole fucking town!”

“I don't know! But this is somebody's house and they're not there! They had to go somewhere!”

They both stood there taking in deep breaths before they turned to look at Chloe. Callum swallowed a lump in his throat, “You're from here, w-wh-where did everybody go?”

“I'm not,” she took a deep breath, “I've only been here for a year and a half, I don't bloody well know where people would go in a disaster! There's not even a building in the village big enough to-”

Chloe blinked in surprise as she said it and then shook her head as it hit her.

“The church. It's the only place in town big enough and it's sturdy, they carved it out of stone from the same quarry they used for the actual church,” she said as a million other facts that Tabitha had told her during her first week in the village came back to her, “It's also on a little hill in case there's flooding or the like.”

The boys started to jump with joy and all the tension flooded from Chloe's shoulders.

Then the ground shook and a shadow passed over them.

All of them froze in place and then slowly, Chloe craned her neck back.

Faith's crotch loomed high overhead as she stood akimbo over the house and garden they were hiding in. The girl's left foot blocked off their escape toward the fields and Chloe knew that her right foot stood on the other side of the house.

The blonde leaned forward, her hands firmly planted on her hips and looked down at them. “Aw, Pete, you shrank too?” The boys stammered as they backed away and then Faith's bright blue eyes landed on Chloe, “And who's your little friend?”

The leather of Faith's trainers creaked and Chloe knew that the girl was wiggling her toes inside of them. She too backed away as she watched the gears turn behind the giantess's bright blue eyes, formulating another murderous game to play with her.

A terrible thought entered Chloe's mind and her body reacted instantly.

She rushed behind Pete and then shoved him while shouting with all of her might, “He cheated on Ellie! They want to call some girl named Alyssa and have her take them away from you two!”

“What?!” Faith thundered and her eyes immediately snapped to Callum, “Is that true, baby?”

Pete fell to his hands and knees and immediately started blubbering for mercy while Callum stammered beside him. Chloe didn't hesitate, she simply turned on heel and ran.

She jumped over the garden wall and kept moving.

The world shook and she stumbled while Faith's voice boomed in her ears, “Baby, is it true?!”

“Yes!” Callum cried, “Pete cheated on Ellie and he wanted us to hide but I didn't want to Faith! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

Chloe ducked behind one of the model houses a few doors down and watched as Callum rushed to his girlfriend's shoe and began to pepper it in submissive kisses. The huge trainer shifted and Chloe watched with wide eyes as the girl slid her dainty foot from it. Her white ankle sock was covered in bright pink flowers that stretched as she wiggled her foot above Pete, who was rooted in place, sobbing and begging for mercy.

Faith started to lower her foot but then shook her head, “No, I don't want to mess up my sock.”

She lifted her foot into the air and carefully peeled the sock off of it before dropping it down beside Callum. “Baby, could you put that rightside out for me? Thanks,” she said with a dismissive little wave of her hand.

She splayed and wiggled her toes above Pete, raining sock lint down onto his sobbing form as her bare foot began to descend. A low hum began to reverberate across the world, and it took Chloe a moment to realize it was Faith, humming an old Carrie Underwood song.

As her barefoot pressed down onto Pete's body, her sole seemed to mold atop of him and then her toes dropped down, cutting him off from view. Chloe trembled as Faith pressed her foot down harder and harder but there was no sharp wet crunch, instead blood started to slowly ooze out from between her toes while she kept humming the song.

With the blonde's eyes fixed on her own foot, Chloe sprinted across the street and hopped fence after fence, not daring to look back as she took the most direct possible path for the church.

“Christ,” Ellie muttered as she picked her way across what was left of the village center.

Rubble crunched beneath her every step and every two or three strides she'd spy a tiny lifeless body or mashed up pile of viscera at the center of a rusty red stain amidst the debris. “What did they... fuck their way across the whole village?”

It was only as she spoke the question aloud that Ellie realized that she couldn't see Callum.

Faith was sitting on the far side of the high street on what looked to be the posher side of the village, where sizable gardens ensured that the residents wouldn't see their neighbors. Ellie paused to smash one of the gaudy houses along the way and the whole model gave way with one solid kick that sent wreckage spilling into the neighboring building. Chuckling to herself, she stepped up beside the American girl as the blonde was tying the long laces of her ludicrous high tops.

Her other leg was stretched out across several gardens, with the remnants of their walls buried beneath her sweatpants. Near her ankle, Ellie spotted a tiny figure in baggy clothes who seemed to be wiping dust off of her shoe. She stared at the figure for a moment before it finally hit her that it was Callum, shrunk down to just a few inches.

“Hi, Ellie,” Faith's voice was as bubbly as ever.

Ellie had to fight a roll of her eyes as the girl wrapped her arms around her leg in a quick hug. Shaking the blonde off as best as she could, Ellie gestured at her shrunken boyfriend, “So, Callum shrunk too?”

She pouted, “Yeah, but it's fine, I think he always wanted this.” Faith leaned forward and the shrunken boy flinched as her shadow overtook his world, “Isn't that right, baby?”

He stumbled onto the ground and Ellie couldn't help but laugh when his high-pitched voice squeaked up from below, “Y-yes, Faith! I... I'd much rather be with you than anyone else...”

“Well, Pete shrank too so I figure we should find him and then...” Ellie sighed as she tried to collect her thoughts. Her eyes drifted toward the nearby church before she looked in the opposite direction to Callum's car.

Before she could finish her thought though, Faith piped up from below, “Oh you don't have to worry about Peter.”

“What?” She looked down to see Faith practically grinning from ear to ear.

Callum cried in terror and curled into a ball as Faith stood up, her feet plowing and smashing through what remained of the garden walls around her without a care in the world. The girl wrapped her up in a warm hug that left Ellie staring down at her with a confused look.

Faith just smiled at her for a long moment before it finally started to falter, “Because I took care of him...”

“Faith,” she took a deep breath, “I have no idea what you are saying.”

“Well, I found out that he was cheating on you with some skank and he was going to hide from us and go live in her underwear drawer and so I...” she stamped her foot, “Took care of him.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Faith! Why would you- in what possible-” Ellie stammered for a second before she took a step back and looked down. A red smear of viscera sat in the center of a patio in roughly the same shape as the ball of the American's dainty foot. In the field just beyond the wall, she saw more blood had been smeared across the grass from Faith no doubt wiping her bare foot clean. “What the fuck?!”

“Don't yell at me!” Faith pouted and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “That's what you do when cheaters shrink. I'd do the same thing for any of my sorority sisters back home!”

“I didn't want to kill him, at least,” she pressed her hands against her eyes and took a shaky breath to collect herself, “I didn't know what I wanted to do with him.”

For once, Faith thankfully remained silent as Ellie thought about what she would have wanted. As fun as it might have been to wreck the church, she had honestly thought about just grabbing Pete and turning the car right back to their school. It might have been easier to just turn Pete over to whoever wanted him; one of his friends, his family, or even whoever the fuck Alyssa Young was. She could have also kept him herself, and there was a certain kind of perverse pleasure to the idea. There were a few guys in her classes that she had thought about once or twice, and she knew a few of them would probably be happy to fool around now that she was single.

The idea of Pete sitting in a cage on her dresser while she had her way with the hunky footballer in her economics seminar that always sheepishly glanced in her direction made her shudder. She'd love to see the look on his tiny face when she brought him through the door and the jealousy when he saw the man's enormous body. Maybe, if the guy was into it, they could even make Pete worship him; lick his nipples or rub his feet or just climb aboard what Ellie was certain was a humongous cock.

“You could kill Callum if you want.”

Ellie snapped back to reality at Faith's suggestion and far below she heard the shrunken boy's indignant cry.

“What?”

The blonde girl shrugged, “It's only fair, right? I killed Pete.”

A snort of laughter escaped Ellie, “You want me to kill your boyfriend because it'd be... fair?”

Faith giggled, “I mean, he's not really my boyfriend anymore.”

Ellie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock before she looked down to where Callum was having a small fit at the girl's foot. He stammered in disbelief and waved his arms about but his enormous, apparently ex, girlfriend didn't so much as glance down at him.

“What?” Faith shook her head, “Am I supposed to keep him in a little cage in my dorm room or something? I mean, sure, maybe that works for the rest of the semester here but like, what about when I go back home? What'll happen when I meet actual guys and bring them over? Am I really going to want him squeaking away when I'm... y'know...”

Her cheeks flushed a bright pink and she giggled.

Ellie simply blinked as she listened to the girl's explanation, trying to process how the over-friendly bubbly girl that had been annoying her all term apparently could dismiss her boyfriend's entire existence in the blink of an eye because it would make hooking up back home a little awkward.

“What would I even say? Oh yeah, he's my ex-boyfriend from England cause I went there last year for study abroad?” She glanced down to where Callum was still struggling to process her words, his tiny voice little more than an annoyed chirp to their ears. “I mean, God, he just won't shut up.”

Faith lifted her foot and he immediately screamed but she simply stamped it down beside him and the force of the quake knocked him flat on his face. “People are talking and that means shrinkees shut the fuck up, ok?” She huffed in annoyance, “God.”

Ellie bent down and reached out to the cowering shrunken boy.

Callum flinched at the shadow of her fingers but when he looked up and saw they belonged to her, he immediately began to squeak again, “Oh God, thank you, Ellie, please don't let her take me home, she'll...”

His words turned into another scream as she stood back up and she dangled him between her thumb and forefinger. Holding him up before her face, she stared at the oversized clothes he wore, “Where did he even get these?”

“I dunno,” Faith said, “There was another shrinkee with them and she was wearing a dress.”

Fear filled Callum's tiny face as Ellie tugged at the huge pants he wore. He shook his head and kicked his little legs while he begged her. “Was it also big on her?” She asked whilst tossing the pants away and grabbing one of his kicking legs.

“I don't know, it was blue though, which,” Faith shook her head, “Not a great choice with her coloring. She'd probably look better in like a dark green or something.”

Callum cried out when Ellie swung him upside down and though he tried to stop his shirt from falling off, it slid down his torso and fluttered down to the ground far below. She held the pleading boy in front of Faith's bright blue eyes, “You really don't care what I do with him?”

“Faith, baby, please, please don't let her do this, I'll do anything you want, I'll never say a word if you bring home a giant guy-”

The blonde's laugh cut him off instantly and she looked at Ellie, “Was Callum always this... pathetic?”

“Uh...” for a brief moment, Ellie considered actually sharing her honest opinion with the American girl. She had always thought Callum was a bit of a pushover and the fact that he had dated some first-year student while in America was something that they had always joked about and the word pathetic had definitely been said many times. Callum cried in her fingers, his sobs making him swing back and forth ever so slightly, and she couldn't stop herself before she said, “Yeah, he was.”

“God, why did I waste so much time on you?” Her words washed over the sobbing boy, and then she waved her hand dismissively, “Good riddance.”

Ellie shook her head in disbelief while Faith literally turned her nose up at Callum's presence. Staring at the mess of a boy in her fingers, Ellie felt a pang of sympathy for him before many memories of him butting in on her and Pete over the years surged to the forefront of her mind alongside nights of having to make conversation with the annoying girl who had now sentenced him to death. She lifted him up over her mouth and whispered, “You actually do deserve this.”

She opened her mouth wide and gently slid him past her lips.

His voice echoed off her cheeks right before she felt his tiny arms flailing against her gums. He began to yelp painfully as he battered his hands against her sharp teeth and then her tongue came up to meet him. His screams were cut off when she pressed him against the roof of her mouth and pulled her fingers past her lips with a soft pop.

She shoved him about, bouncing him from one set of molars to the other while he panicked inside of her, his limbs making her cheeks bulge out slightly while she debated whether or not to bite down. Pushing him against the roof of her mouth once again to stun him, Ellie's choice was made for her when she realized she hadn't swallowed a shrinkee whole since finding a one incher when she was a First Year.

Relaxing her throat muscles as best as she could, Ellie swallowed Callum in one gulp.

His body wriggled down her throat, his struggles doing more to speed his descent than stop it, and then he hit the bottom of her stomach with a notable plop. A combination of holding her breath while she swallowed and his stuttering passage into her stomach made gas bubble back up her throat. The burp she released was relatively small but she still felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Faith simply giggled and then jumped up and down excitedly, “Oh my God, I can't believe you swallowed him in one go! I don't think I've ever seen someone swallow a shrinkee that big. When I was in high school, this football player swallowed a guy who was three inches and I thought that was crazy but wow...”

Faith then crouched down and pressed her ear up against her stomach.

Ellie stumbled back, “Uh...”

“Just trying to see if I can hear him,” she said as she pressed her hand against the small of Ellie's back to steady her.

Inside her stomach, she felt Callum flailing about but his struggles were quickly getting weaker and weaker. From what she vaguely remembered about biology, Ellie knew that Callum was probably already suffocating and burning within her stomach amidst whatever remained of the sausage sandwich she had for breakfast. She slipped from Faith's embrace and patted her stomach as she felt Callum's body give a final little twitch inside it.

“So, I think the last shrinkee I saw went for the church,” Faith said as she started toward it, kicking apart houses as she went, “Do you think there are any more in there?”

“Uh, yeah but...” Ellie looked at the car at the edge of the model village. Even though she knew little would come of what they had done, she felt a faint worry that they were pushing their luck.

Faith dashed back up beside her and tugged at her wrist with both hands, “Then come ooooon.” Faith pulled on her arm again and pouted, “When are you going to get to play with this many shrinkees at once again?”

The question brought a smile to Ellie's lips and she let Faith pull her along while the blonde girl let out an excited squeal. Unable to fight the girl's mood, Ellie followed her lead and plowed her foot through the various small buildings that stood between them and the church.

The vast structure sat on a small rise that was clearly meant to represent a sizable hill in the real world. Both she and Faith were able to climb it in a single step and then they were towering over a church that rose up to their waists. The sharp steeple almost rose up to Ellie's breast and in annoyance, she swatted it.

To her surprise, the stone steeple didn't even crack.

“Huh,” she pushed at it and then put even more of her weight into it. Finally, she heard the crackling of stone as the weak walls of the hollow steeple gave way. Rather than crumble though, the whole thing snapped and Ellie cursed as she stumbled forward.

The steeple slid straight ahead of her and crashed into the roof below.

Bits of wood and stone crumpled inward as the steeple went through the roof and crashed onto what looked like a polished stone floor below. Ellie stood in shock for a moment and on the opposite side of the church, Faith gasped in surprise.

Then they both heard the screams of shrunken people come up through the hole.

Chloe smacked into the door of the church and immediately stumbled back.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw the two enormous girls standing in the distance, talking in the rubble of the village like they had run into each other outside a shop. Their voices rumbled like thunder across the sky but she didn't try to parse the words. Instead she simply banged on the barred door, “Please, it's Chloe! Let me in! Let me in! For God's sake, please let me in!”

Her own voice cracked while she continued to smack her hand against the thick wooden door.

A loud thunk echoed on the other side and then Chloe fell forward as the door opened.

Hands grabbed her and dragged her into the church while whispered voices echoed off its polished stone floor. The door rattled shut, people grunted, and then with a heavy thud the bar was put back into place.

Chloe forced herself to her feet and glanced around to see the scared faces of her fellow shrunken villagers staring back at her. Finally, after a long dreadful silence, one of the older women asked, “Is Tabitha not with you, dear?”

The frown that came to her face was all that needed to be said.

The questions poured in after that as other people asked if she had seen this or that person on her way to the church, if she knew what had happened to their friends or family, and how many buildings had been wrecked by the cruel Immune giants. Chloe didn't have many answers but what she did manage to say made everyone's faces become steadily more grim.

Then they heard the approaching booms of the girls' footsteps.

A middle-aged man that Chloe had gathered was a builder before he shrank stood up and held his hands up to gather everyone's attention. “We'll be alright, everyone. This church was carved from a solid block of stone. Those girls would have to be bodybuilders to so much as scratch it.” His voice was calm and the faint smile he wore helped to put everyone at ease.

Then the whole church was darkened by the girls' shadows and the windows rattled in their frames. Rumbles passed beneath Chloe's feet and light peered back in as the giantesses circled around the vast building like a pair of hungry sharks. Even though she couldn't see them, Chloe found her neck craning back as she imagined them looming over the church, staring back down at them with that smug amusement so many Immune people had.

Flesh smacked against stone somewhere high overhead and then there came a soft, “Huh?”

A loud thump raced down the steeple and Chloe found herself unconsciously backing up.

Panic rippled through the crowd and the builder shouted, “It'll hold!”

A loud crackling noise cut him off before he could say anything else and he turned around as a deep groan echoed through the church. Stone ground against stone while the Scottish girl's voice thundered over head, “Fucking...”

The vaulted roof seemed to crumble in slow motion.

The rafters splintered then broke apart as a vast wall of stone crashed through them and plummeted to the floor below. Sunlight poured into the church through the massive hole but Chloe's eyes followed the steeple, which remained intact as it fell. The builder, standing in the aisle between the pews, stared up in disbelief as a shadow grew around him and people shoved at each other to escape the crash zone.

In the blink of an eye, the builder was gone, replaced with a vast hollow tube of stone and the debris of the pews that were crushed beneath it. Screams erupted around the room and several people pointed to the sky, where the two giantesses now peered down through the hole in the roof they had created.

Ellie brushed her dark wavy locks behind her ears and smiled while her eyes bounced from one survivor to the next. Her lips moved ever so slightly and a shudder went through Chloe's body as she realized the girl was counting them up.

Meanwhile, Faith was already widening the hole above. More debris rained down as her fingers tore through the wooden roof with ease, the girl not even wincing as her dainty fingers pried back massive chunks and casually tossed them aside.

Someone shoved past Chloe, and she snapped out of her momentary paralysis. Behind her people scrambled to remove the bar over the immense door and wrench it open. The movement caught the blonde's eyes though and her head lowered down as she tried to look at what was happening. “Oh,” she laughed before rising back to her full height.

She pulled away from the vast hole and the world rumbled beneath Chloe's feet.

Thinking back to the girl's destruction of the village center, Chloe immediately shook her head and shouted, “No, don't, she's-”

The toe of the giantess's trainer plowed through the now open door and knocked the terrified crowd over. Chloe stumbled back and screamed as the shoe continued to roll over the crowd before it finally came down atop them. The frightened screeches they released were instantly muffled beneath the wall of rubber that pressed down from above.

The tread moved slowly and deliberately as the giantess pressed down harder and harder. People were pushed down into whoever was beneath them, their limbs tangling together until they started to snap. The crowd became a singular wriggling mass beneath Faith's foot but the girl simply kept putting more of her incalculable weight on top of them. Their skin tore open from the pressure and their organs were squeezed out from what little of them remained while blood oozed across the stone floor.

Chloe finally pulled her eyes away and it took her a moment to process that the burning in her throat was her own continuous scream. She braced herself against the nearest pew and then looked up to see Ellie's hand lifting three old women into the air at once. She stared up in horror as the gigantic girl opened her hand and plucked one of the women out only to toss her into the air. With a deft flick of her other hand, she sent a second woman sailing through the open air before tossing the third right after her.

Ellie's delighted laughter echoed across the world and Chloe stared up slack jawed as the giantess juggled the three shrunken women.

Soft squelching noises came from behind and bile rose in her throat. Unwilling to look at what was happening behind her, Chloe crouched low and crawled along the pew to the eastern wall.

“You can juggle?” Faith's voice thundered above, “That's so cool!”

“The trick is- damn it,” Ellie's curse mingled with the terrified screech of one of the women she had just been flinging through the air. The first thump of a body hitting the ground outside was followed by two more while the giantess grumbled in frustration.

“Well at least you can try again,” Faith said as her bare left foot descended from the heavens.

Chloe looked up in awe as her creamy wrinkled sole simply crushed pews on the opposite side of the church without the giant girl so much as grunting in discomfort. Pressing her back against the wall, she slowly moved down it while staring at the giantess's immense leg. Fabric shifted as the enormous American pulled up her baggy sweatpants slightly, and Chloe looked at the muscles that rippled beneath her tanned skin. She paused briefly when she caught sight of a small tattoo of three Greek deltas in a row that rested just below her ankle. The idea that the giantess had a tattoo of any sort seemed at odds with her bubbly personality but then the sight of her other bare sole descending broke the mesmerizing moment.

The tiny woman covered herself as splinters exploded from the pews that the girl demolished in a single step. “Ooo, thought you could hide from me, did ya?” Faith's voice made Chloe yelp but when she opened her eyes she saw the girl's toes clamped around the midsection of Eliza, the village tailor, who had been cowering beneath one of the pews.

Eliza thrashed in terror but even her powerful ten inch frame was nothing in comparison to the strength of the giantess. Faith's foot wasn't even as long as the shrunken woman was tall but that meant little as the girl simply clamped her big and second toes around Eliza's head. She giggled while twisting and stretching Eliza's torso this way and that all while the shrunken woman limbs flailed wildly.

Chloe caught glimpses of Eliza's wide terrified eyes and her heart skipped a beat whenever they landed on her. The tailor reached out for her and her muffled screams turned into desperate pleas as Chloe continued to inch her way along the eastern wall toward the pulpit.

“And where do you think you're going?” Faith thundered again.

Her left foot rose into the sky and one of the village's particularly small inhabitants dangled between her toes. The giantess passed him up to her fingers and then lifted him high into the sky. “Oh, he's kinda cute. What do you think?” She dangled him in front of Ellie who was busily maiming someone between her fingers.

The Scottish girl simply shrugged as she dropped the body outside of the church before reaching down to grab another villager who was crawling desperately for the hollow steeple, no doubt to hide from the girls. The villager yelped when he was ripped into the sky but Ellie simply swung him about, “I guess?”

“Aw come on, look at it his teeny abs,” Faith tore the young man's clothes clean off before she held him up for Ellie to inspect once more. All the while, Chloe continued to creep further away from where Faith continued to toy with the village tailor.

“So, he's got abs...” Ellie tossed the villager from one hand to the other, the man getting higher and higher with each progressive throw.

Faith simply shook her head in disbelief before frowning down at the well built young man in her fingers, “Sorry, little guy, guess you're not hot enough to live.”

“Please, no!”

Faith tossed him high up into the air and tilted her head back with her mouth open wide. He smacked against her chin and her hand reached up to catch him before he could fall. “Stupid shrinkee, you go in my mouth!” The blonde reprimanded before popping him past her lips. She then glanced down at Eliza and Chloe watched in horror as she picked the woman up with her toes and shook her about like a rag doll. “Are you already giving up? God...”

Reaching the pulpit, Chloe found herself with the perfect vantage point to view the carnage the two girls had wrought. Faith's trainer, its sole coated in viscera and the white leather marred with flecks of blood, blocked off the church's entrance and several other corpses lay maimed around it after she had no doubt battered them about. The rest of the church looked like a bombed out warzone with the steeple at its center and Faith's bare feet sitting on either side.

Through the windows, Chloe could just make out the maimed and broken bodies of Ellie's victims strewn atop the hill. It seemed that whenever the giantess grew bored of pulling at their arms and legs, she simply dumped them onto the ground. Then a quake ripped through the world and she felt the vomit rise in her throat as Ellie began to stomp on the twitching villagers one after the other, their bodies unable to withstand a single blow from her Doc Martens.

The screams of the villagers had been completely silenced and now the only sounds Chloe could hear were the creaking of leather accompanied by the laughter of their giant tormentors.

Faith's hands descended from the sky and gripped the huge steeple that lay between her feet. With a grunt, she heaved it up into the air and brought it to her face. As she strained under the weight of the hefty stone, pops and groans came from Eliza beneath her foot but the blonde didn't pay the struggling woman any mind.

“Hello, anybody in there?” Faith cooed while peering into the steeple. She shook it twice before shrugging and tossing it outside of the church. The world shook while the giantess dusted off her hands and panted overhead. “Man, there weren't as many in here as I thought there would be...” She pouted while her toes continued to play with Eliza.

The Scottish girl leaned over to peer into the church and then glanced back out at the Pollockesque scene she had created across the hill. “There should be one left..” she said with a frown.

“Yeah, this one,” Faith lifted her foot up and the tailor's body spasmed beneath it.

Chloe's body shook with terror and she crouched down as low as she could.

Overhead, Ellie scanned the church slowly and methodically, “No, another one besides that one. I counted eighteen in there when I first looked...”

“I could have squashed it already.”

The roof overhead cracked and Chloe clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. She huddled against the pulpit and prayed that the giant girls wouldn't spot her. Bits of wood crashed down beside her and she shut her eyes tight while she curled into a ball.

Even with her eyes closed though, she could sense the changing light as Ellie peeled back the roof and leaned down to look. “There it is,” the Scottish girl thundered.

Chloe wanted to believe that she had been spared again but when she opened her eyes, she was met with a wall of pale flesh that enveloped her. The warmth of the giantess's hand was overwhelming and she squirmed until the sheer power of Ellie's fist completely immobilized her. She stared up at the girl who simply regarded her with a cool expression before her eyes rolled slightly up as she mentally tallied up the shrunken villagers the pair had killed.

“Oh that's the one who told me Peter had cheated on you,” Faith said excitedly.

Chloe stiffened and looked up to see how her captress responded to that news.

Thankfully, Ellie glanced down at her and shrugged in response. Then, her forefinger pulled away and Chloe's arms flopped out into open air. She winced as a pins-and-needles sensation flowed up and down her arms right before Ellie simply snatched her left wrist between her powerful fingers.

Chloe stared up at the girl but Ellie mind was clearly a hundred miles away as she started to pull on her arm. The pain that erupted out of her shoulder was incomprehensible and her voice broke instantly when she started to scream.

“Wait,” Faith boomed.

Ellie dropped her wrist, “What?”

The pain immediately dulled to an agonizing burning sensation while Chloe's arm flopped against the girl's fist. She rubbed her shoulder and let the tears flow freely down her cheeks before she ensured that she still had sensation in the arm the giantess had toyed with.

“Can I keep her?”

Chloe blinked and turned back to see Faith pouting up at the Scottish girl.

“I thought you didn't want a shrinkee,” Ellie said with a shake of her head.

“Well, I mean, I didn't want Callum. I never said I didn't want one.”

“Ok,” Ellie sighed in annoyance and Chloe yelped as the giant used her to gesture to the woman trapped beneath Faith's foot, “And what's wrong with that one?”

“I think I suffocated her,” the girl's face flushed with embarrassment, “She's not moving.”

“You couldn't have suffocated her, it hasn't-” Ellie took a slow calming breath, “Just take your foot off of her and check if she's still alive.”

“What does it matter if she is,” Faith crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Why can't I have that one?”

Chloe looked up to see the giantess's monumental face twitch in half-a-dozen places as she seemed to struggle to comprehend that she was even having this conversation with the blonde. Then with an exasperated sigh, Ellie simply thrust her forward, “I guess it doesn't matter.”

“Yay,” Faith cooed, easily overpowering Chloe's yelps as she was dropped into the American girl's palm. She was immediately assaulted by the girl's finger, which ran up and down her body touching her thighs, her breasts, and finally tousling her hair while white teeth rimmed with blood stains grinned down at her. “Aw, she's a perfect little souvenir.”

Chloe trembled in the giant girl's palm and she thought about the panicked look in her boyfriend's face when he imagined she would take him back to America. Dozens of possibilities raced through her mind all while the blonde girl simply cooed down at her like she was a cute little pet.

“What do you want to do with this one?” The world shifted suddenly and Chloe wrapped her arms around Faith's thumb. The girl giggled and smiled down at her for a moment before she turned her attention to her foot, which hung in the air to display Eliza's limp body dangling between her toes.

“Just pop her head off,” Ellie said dismissively, her phone already in her hand.

Chloe watched in silent dread as Faith wiggled and scrunched her toes several times before grunting, “How do I...”

Ellie let out a frustrated sigh as she squatted down, “Here, just, clamp down while I...”

The joints of Faith's toes reddened from her clenching them tight while Ellie wrapped her hands around Eliza's ten inch frame. She wrenched the woman's body quickly in one direction and a loud crack echoed up.

“Huh,” the Scottish girl said in surprise as she slipped Eliza's head from between Faith's toes, her head lolling about like there was nothing supporting it any longer, “It finally worked.” She twisted the woman's body about and her head simply flopped around before Ellie bent down and dropped her back onto the floor of the church with a faint chuckle.

Ellie rose back up to her full height before looking back at Faith, “So, are you ready to go?”

“Yep, just could you hold her for a second while I put my shoes back on?”

Chloe yelped once more as she was handed off. She looked up at the enormous Scottish girl and felt a plea coming to her lips only to die when she realized that there was no pity in Ellie's expression, only a faint amusement. Her body slumped down in the girl's palm while she sighed and glanced down at the American girl, “Why did you even take them off in the first place?”

“Cause shrinkees pop way too easily beneath shoes,” she spoke as if she was explaining the most obvious thing in the world, “Plus, when you're barefoot, you can kinda feel their little screams against your skin and the warmth from their blood when you squash them...”

“I'm sure that warmth is more than just blood,” Ellie said with a roll of her eyes.

“Ew, don't be gross,” Faith replied while she scraped her viscera coated trainer against the ground and then clapped it against its partner like she was trying to dislodge a stubborn dog turd from it. Finally satisfied, she tugged on her socks followed by the high tops before standing back to her full height and thrusting her hand out expectantly.

Chloe gave Ellie a single pleading glance as she was passed off but the girl was already focused on the car in the distance. Faith smiled down at her as she started to walk and again the girl's huge finger swept across her body, making her squirm in discomfort. “You're going to finish cleaning these when we get to the hotel, my little souvenir,” the blonde said with a smile.

“Hotel?” Ellie said as they walked, “Do you think we're still going to London?”

“Why wouldn't we? Callum told me he already paid for the airbnb.”

Chloe trembled as the remains of the village she had lived in for the past year and a half blurred below, its rubble crunching beneath the feet of the giant girls that destroyed it.

“I guess that's true,” Ellie replied, “And I did want to go...”

“Then it's settled!”

The tiny woman went momentarily weightless as Faith skipped forward. Screaming in terror, she latched onto the giantess's thumb at the same time that the blonde slipped her arm into Ellie's.

They took several world shaking steps before Faith spoke again, “You can drive us, right?”

Above Ellie shut her eyes and took another deep breath, “Do you not have a license, Faith?”

“The tests in America are really hard!” The giantess pouted immediately.

“I-” Ellie clearly swallowed whatever comment she was about to make and shook her head, “Yes, Faith, I have a clean license and can drive us to London.”

Faith beamed up at Ellie before turning her attention to the shrunken woman in her palm.

“Are you excited?” The giantess asked, “First you're going to get to see London and in just a few short weeks, you'll be coming home with me to America.” She paused briefly to glance up at the other giantess, “Ellie, do you think Shrinkees can go in a carry on or are they more of a checked bag kind of thing?”

Ellie shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath, while Chloe shook with terror as the reality of what being Faith's souvenir meant became clear to her.