Despite
what he had hoped, Grant found that he was still chained more often
than not.
It
seemed to have little to do with whether or not he had 'earned' the
privilege to walk around and more that Sadie liked to wear him
dangling from her waist. Since her cousin Megan had visited, it was
as if the giant girl had become more emboldened to carry him around
campus.
She
only let him hang in the open when she was at sorority or fraternity
functions though, the rest of the time he was stuffed into one of her
pockets. When her pants were roomy enough to allow it, he was slid
into one of the front pockets, where he bounced against her thigh
with each of her powerful strides. However, that was better than when
she wore a tight pair of jeans and crammed Grant into a back pocket
where his body would be painfully stretched across her firm backside.
He often wondered, while he was spread eagle against her buttcheek,
how no one noticed the fact that there was an imprint of a man in the
denim of her jeans.
Other
people had to be looking at her ass, after all Grant had spied a look
many times when she had jogged past the dining hall, which meant they
either saw him and rationalized the strange sight away or they
weren't seeing him at all.
The
shrunken boy didn't actually know which would be worse.
All he
knew is that the best pants to be carried about in were cargo pants.
Sadie owned several pairs, some of which were much tighter than he'd
have expected but it didn't matter since he would always find himself
dropped into a side pocket near her knee. That always felt like a
hammock to him and while it was strange to have his whole world sway
from her strides, there wasn't the terrible jolt or painful
stretching that came with any of her other pants.
Grant
hoped that with the temperature taking its usual post-Homecoming
plunge that she'd wear cargo pants more because they were warmer. He
knew that he appreciated the thicker material immensely, since he had
quickly discovered that at his new size the chilly autumn air hit
much differently than it had at his original height.
Especially
since Sadie and her roommates lived in a basement.
It was
a quiet afternoon and what little light came through the windows had
turned a warm orange. Tiffany had gone somewhere and taken her
prisoner with her, the tiny woman seemingly happy to jump into the
depths of the giantess's black leather purse. Cassidy meanwhile was
seated at her desk wearing her boyfriend's hoodie draped over her
much smaller frame, the sleeves practically covering her fingers as
she typed. The blonde's prisoner was cuddled close to her slippered
feet, with the hem of her oversized pajama bottoms wrapped around his
little body.
If the
giant girl noticed, she didn't seem to care and that left Grant
wondering if he would be allowed to creep over and share in the
warmth.
Sadie
had left him unchained for once but with nothing to keep him warm
unless he wanted to crawl into her shoes because after her cousin
teasing her about it, the giantess had declared her laundry basket
off-limits. While he had wanted to plead with her and tell her that
he had never done anything she would disapprove of, Grant had been
afraid that that might be worse. The redhead clearly didn't want him
to think about her in any sort of sexual way but he also wouldn't be
surprised if she got angry with him if he tried to lie and say he
didn't find her attractive.
All he
could do was nod and shout 'yes, Boss' when she made a pronouncement
based on her assumption that he was some kind of weird pervert.
Huddled
beneath Sadie's bed, watching Cassidy's prisoner doze off while
snuggling against her foot, Grant found his eyes drifting toward his
captress's shoe rack. The most embarrassing part about his only
respite being Sadie's shoes was that most of them were too big for
him to easily get into. Most of her shoes had at least some kind of
platform that was awkward to clamber on top of and then it would be a
climb to get to the mouth of the shoe anyway. Her old converse were
the easiest to enter but the worn canvas and rubber was too thin to
provide much warmth anyway.
Moving
closer to the rack, he craned his neck to look at the pair of all
black Forces that sat wedged between two pairs of tall boots. Sadie
rarely seemed to wear them, which meant they didn't have the same
worn in stench as her other shoes and they were low enough that if
they were on the ground, he'd be able to practically fall into them.
The best part though was that the interior was soft and warm, it
almost felt like he was laying in an actual bed rather than a musty
insole.
Grant
often wondered if that's why they had migrated to the top shelf when
the weather got colder.
He sat
there, charting the climb up the shoe rack to reach the prized pair,
only for his thoughts to be derailed by the door bursting open.
Sadie's
heavy breathing rang throughout the room and the floor started to
shake as her Hokas pounded across the thin carpet.
Cassidy
turned while pulling her headphones down with a smile, “How was
your run?”
“Glorious,”
Sadie boomed, her face red with exertion. She yanked the zipper of
her running jacket down and Grant's eyes went wide as he realized
that she only had a sports bra on underneath. Her pale tattooed flesh
was coated in a thin sheen of sweat that seemed to ripple with each
of her gasping breaths, “Six miles in the cold is really amazing, I
wish it could stay like this all year round.”
Grant
shuddered at the thought and he noticed that both Cassidy and her
shrunken prisoner did the same.
“No
thank you,” the blonde thundered with a shake of her head, “I'm
already counting down the days till spring.”
“This
is the best time of year,” Sadie's jacket landed with a faint thump
atop her dirty laundry. Grant watched as she shoved her sneakers off
of her feet and fought the urge to gag as the smell of her sweat
washed over his world, “Everything's kind of cold but not freezing,
the leaves are changing colors, you can get Pumpkin Spice flavored
anything...”
Her
shower caddy rattled as she picked it up and then Grant watched her
bright blue eyes scan the floor before landing on him crouched
beneath the foot of her bed. A shadow fell across his world as her
hand blotted out the sky and then wrapped around him.
The
shrunken man couldn't help the yelp that escaped his body from how
cold her skin was.
But
that sound was completely overwhelmed by Cassidy's giggle, “I
always forget you're a Pumpkin Spice Girlie.”
“PSL
for life,” Sadie's words were swallowed up by her own laughter as
the world started to turn into a blur, “Speaking of, did you want
to go get coffee after I shower?”
“No,
if I have anything right now, I won't be able to sleep tonight.”
“Exactly,
that way you can stay up and watch The Craft with us at
midnight.”
“I
have an 8am tomorrow, sorry.”
“Laaaaame.”
Sadie's
voice rang in Grant's ears as she carried him across the otherwise
empty game room that took up the basement and inside of the sizeable
bathroom. It was the only part of the Gamma Phi Beta house that he
had seen that reminded him of an actual dormitory. The whole place
was done in pristine white tile and had four wide sinks in a single
vanity set before an immense mirror. Instead of stalls, the three
toilets that lined the far wall were set inside individual
closet-sized rooms and the last wall was lined with three shower
stalls. It would still be the nicest bathroom in campus housing by a
mile but it still had the industrial feel he had come to expect from
communal living.
Her
warming fingers opened as she glanced around the bathroom, sweat
dripping from her body onto the tile below. “Are you ready for your
pheromone therapy, little guy?” Sadie smirked down at him as she
lifted one of her arms up behind her head.
Grant's
eyes went wide and he immediately tried to scramble out of her palm
only for the powerful digits to clamp down on him. He coughed and
struggled as she brought him toward her arm pit, where scraggly red
hairs were already returning despite her only not shaving for a
little more than a week.
“Please,
boss!” He cried out, 'pheromone therapy' had become a regular event
ever since her cousin's visit and it was never pleasant for him, “I
love you! You know I love you!”
“If a
little man really loved me,” Sadie's voice was cold despite the
immense grin on her face, “He would beg to drink my sweat.”
Grant
shut his eyes tight as he was shoved headfirst into the sweaty pit.
His
body was quickly coated in her cooling sweat and though he tried to
hold out, his burning lungs forced him to suck in lungfuls of air.
The floral deodorant she wore was barely a tickle in his nose
compared to the thick smell of her sweat, which when combined with
her deodorant always made him think of dead flowers. As he squirmed,
her index finger pressed down against the back of his head and then
her voice rattled through his little body, “Lick, perv.”
With
the pressure mounting on the back of his skull, Grant had no choice
but to open his jaw and let his tongue be forcefully pushed against
her skin. His body convulsed as he gagged on her sweat but she held
him firm, dragging him back and forth while happily humming to
herself.
He felt
cool air for a brief moment as he was passed from one pit to the
other but by that point, his body had gone slack. Grant's weak tongue
lapped away the moment it made contact with her skin and he was
rewarded with a happy thunder rumbling through the world.
“See,
this is how a loving little guy acts,” she boomed.
All
Grant could taste was salt as his tongue was scraped against her
armpit one last time before his body was unceremoniously placed on
the edge of a shower stall. The cold tile was almost welcome against
his now overheated aching body but the relief it offered quickly
soured. While Sadie hung her towel up above and got undressed, the
tile sapped his body of any remaining heat and he began to shiver.
Water
roared down and Grant let out a sob of relief when a cloud of warm
steam rolled over his world a moment later. The suddenly humid air
felt heavy but pleasant against his skin and the heat filling his
body eased all the aches in his joints.
Everything
shuddered from Sadie stepping into the shower stall and he could feel
her eyes on him as she stood there, holding the curtain open.
Knowing
what was expected of him, Grant slowly slid off of the stall's lip
and dropped down onto the warming tile below. Water that was
practically imperceptible to Sadie pooled around his ankles while he
approached her imposing feet.
Her
shower caddy rattled overhead before a pumice stone and a sliver of
soap were set down next to each other. He scrambled to pick up the
small piece of soap first, knowing how quickly it could spiral down
the drain from previous showers and then turned to her feet.
Grant
had learned relatively early on in his captivity that Sadie worked
out far more than either of her roommates. Their weekly runs together
were often either a light jog for her or part of her warm up or cool
down routine and in addition to her longer runs, she regularly
visited the gym. He had never given it much thought though, beyond
his attempt to learn her schedule in the hope that one day he would
escape.
Now
that the redhead was trying to make him 'love' her though, he had
been made painfully aware of her post-workout routines because of her
insistence that being forced to inhale her pheromones would make him
fall for her. She always rubbed him against her pits but she had also
shoved him deep into her ass crack several times, the weight of her
strong glutes making it difficult to breathe in the fetid air
between. She had tried using him as a loofah once, on Leslie's
suggestion, but thankfully Sadie had decided that it felt too
strange.
Most
often, she decided that cleaning her feet and rubbing off any
calluses put him both 'where he was meant to be' and gave him plenty
of sweat to soak in. As disgusting as it was to scrub lint from
between her toes and dangerous as it was to dodge her immense soles,
Grant had to admit that it was better than all of the alternatives.
Best of
all, while she was absorbed with cleaning herself off, he could take
a few minutes to scrub himself clean. He had noticed that both
Cassidy and Tiffany seemed to regularly clean their shrunken
prisoners off and even though they did so by running them under cold
tap water with handsoap, it was more than Sadie had ever bothered.
Now several times a week, he was scrubbing the grime that clung to
his skin off using a piece of soap that mostly fit between his hands.
It
almost felt normal, as long as the enormous redhead next to him
didn't step down too hard and send a wave crashing down around him.
The
shower cut off above while Sadie let out a contented sigh and he
rushed to snatch up the pumice stone. He could feel her eyes on him
as he ran to rub away the rough patches of skin that built up where
her shoes rubbed a little too much against her feet.
“You
know,” Sadie's voice seemed to echo from every direction while he
scrubbed away at the persistent callus that built up on her
hammer-like pinky toe, “My cousin said I'm spoiling you by letting
you use pumice.”
Grant
could hear the smile in her voice but he kept his head down while he
worked.
“She
says her little guy eats her and her wife's calluses, makes a whole
feast out of it one night a week while they sit on the couch and
stream stuff,” her laugh rang in his little ears, “On the one
hand, I'd love to see that kind of dedication from you, on the other
though, I don't want my calluses to get built up enough that you can
actually eat them.”
Grant
nodded his head furiously, “Th-thank you, Boss!”
The
foot suddenly rose up and pivoted, sending Grant stumbling backwards
in fear before the big toe came to hover just above him, “Give it a
kiss then hop into the basket, I got shit to do.”
“Of
course, Boss!” He shouted before rising onto the tips of his toe to
press his lips into the bottom of her foot. Thankfully, his tongue
was only assaulted by the artificial fruit flavor of her soap rather
than the salt of her sweat. Hoping she was satisfied, he then rushed
over to her shower caddy and hopped inside.
High
above, Sadie wrapped her body in a towel before snatching up the
plastic basket she kept her toiletries in and carrying him back
across the basement to her room. Cassidy was still at her desk,
typing away, though this time she didn't even turn to greet her
roommate.
The
caddy was set down on a shelf above Sadie's desk and Grant had a rare
moment of seeing everything from something resembling his old height.
He rose to his feet and looked around the room, searching for some
potential escape route that he had never seen before from his place
on the floor but as he had come to expect, there were no hidden holes
or vents further up the drywall. So his eyes drifted back to Sadie,
who had quickly thrown on a pair of black sweatpants, fluffy white
socks, and a black band t-shirt that was instantly covered by a blue
pastel hoodie with the sorority's letters on it.
She
snatched her black Forces off of the shoe rack and tugged them on,
the whole world shaking for a moment when she stumbled. Her eyes then
drifted from where Grant's chain lay beside the rack up to where he
sat in her shower caddy.
A smile
spread across her face as she stared at him and ran her fingers
through her lengthening red hair, “What do you think, little dude?
Time for a fresh shave?”
He
blinked, uncertain what to say at the seemingly genuine question,
“Uh, I-I don't k-know Boss. Whatever, uh, whatever you think is
best?”
Her
white teeth flashed in the fading sunlight before she giggled,
“That's a proper answer.”
Grant
watched as her hand rose up and then her index finger invaded his
world. His body instinctively crouched down as the digit came down
toward his skull but then he froze when it gently rubbed against the
top of his head.
She
stuck her tongue out before grinning at him, “Good boy.”
A
strange flood of emotions went through Grant's body at those words
and his eyes followed her as she walked out of the room, pausing
briefly to ask Cassidy one last time if she wanted coffee and to join
her watching The Craft.
As the
redhead listed off the other sorority sisters that would be in her
Big's room that night, Grant felt his knees wobble. The way her lips
had formed the words 'good boy' played over and over again in his
mind.
He let
himself drop down to his knees, bracing his body against the plastic
wall of the shower caddy while the scent of her soap and lotions
swirled all around him. There was no denying the fact that he could
feel just how stiff his member was but he refused to look down at it.
Grant
wasn't sure whether it was the words themselves or the way she had
smiled when looking at him, something no girl had ever really done
when he was normal sized, but he knew one thing for certain while his
hand slowly but inevitably went to grip his penis.
He
wanted nothing more than to feel this way again.