“Hey!”
Kendall shouted up with all of her might at the thin opening at the
top of the purse, “Let me out!”
She
still found it difficult to comprehend what had happened. A sorority
girl had walked up to her at Starbucks, shrank her to the size of a
doll, and then dropped her into her purse. It shouldn't have been
possible and yet there she was, straddling a tampon because each time
the now enormous girl took a step, the purse would sway back and
forth.
Taking
another deep breath, she screamed, “HELP!”
Kendall
knew that she was small but her voice should have carried beyond the
confines of the giant Telfar bag. She could hear people walking past
the girls and she hoped that if she screamed loud enough that one of
them would respond.
Yet as
she let out another scream and could feel her throat start to burn,
Kendall began to fear that no one could hear her. Not even her
captor.
“Help!”
She shouted again, “I'm in her bag!”
Her
voice cracked with sudden tears and she let her whole body drop down
onto the crinkly plastic of the tampon wrapper beneath her.
Everything she had worked so hard for her whole life had been undone
in an instant and now she was smaller than a damn tampon.
Kendall's
sobs echoed through the confines of the bag, ending up somewhere in
the shadows that marked its deepest corners.
A pop
sounded above her and Kendall looked up to see the same white acrylic
nails that had plucked her up so easily descend into the bag. Far
above her she could see the giant girl's face filling the sky, her
black bucket hat ringed by an overhead florescent light.
Pushing
herself back up to her feet, Kendall gazed into the girl's dark green
eyes and with all the anger in her little body she shouted, “Hey!”
The
sorority girl's eyes flicked toward her and then her hand swept down
with impossible speed.
Kendall's
eyes widened a moment before the girl's fingers plowed into her,
bowling her over and sending her tumbling across the bag. She
collided with the leather wall behind her and sat there stunned as
the hand that swatted her picked up a University ID.
The ID
rose into the sky then disappeared from view.
A faint
beep sounded before Kendall heard a bored voice rumble, “Do you
want a bag?”
“No,”
her captor's gravelly fried voice thundered through the world, “I
can fit them in here...”
First
the ID fell from the sky to clatter atop the girl's wallet and then
Kendall watched as a silo of soda descended from the sky alongside
two candy bars, both of which were larger than her. The girl shoved
them snugly into the far corner of her bag before snapping it shut
above.
Kendall's
prison swung about from the girl pulling the bag back onto her
shoulder and she gripped the wall around her to prevent being thrown
about.
As the
giant began to move again, all she could do was stare at the
incomprehensibly large soda and candy across the purse. Despite the
fact that Kendall had just been sitting on a tampon and been able to
see other enormous objects inside the dark confines of the giant
girl's bag, her new size hadn't hit her until she had seen the
immense Diet Dr. Pepper descend from the sky.
It
defied all logic. Everything else felt like it could be a bad stress
dream and any second now she would wake up in the law library having
drooled all over her Torts textbook.
Her
mind should not have been able to conjure an enormous Diet Dr.
Pepper.
Kendall
didn't know why she was so certain of that fact but she was. Her
brain, consciously or unconsciously, wouldn't be able to reproduce
all the nonsense stamped on the side about which states would honor
its five cent bottle deposit. Nor would she be able to recall any of
the ingredients stamped on the wrapper of the Milky Way that leaned
against it.
A Milky
Way that she was smaller than.
Her
head turned back to the top of the purse but this time she didn't
call out, she just peered through the small opening at the sleeve of
the girl's motorcycle jacket and wondered what kind of person could
do this to someone else.
Literally
pluck a human being up like they were a toy.
Kendall
began to tremble with fear as the reality of what kind of monster the
girl had to be dawned on her. The blonde wasn't merely entitled or
full of herself, she could make people into playthings with a snap of
her fingers.
She
hoped that she might be able to reason with the girl but she was
beginning to think that that would be impossible.
Kendall
would need to wait for the girl to drop her guard then escape and
find help somewhere. She wasn't sure who would be able to help her
grow back to a normal size but even if she was trapped at this size
for the rest of her life, she would be sure to make this enormous
brat face some kind of consequences for what she had done.
The bag
suddenly dropped through the sky.
Her
scream echoed in her own ears before a great jolt rattled through the
world as the bag came to a violent stop. Low rumbling laughs echoed
above Kendall, making her curl into a ball in fright as she wondered
if the giant girl had dropped the bag on purpose.
“Whoopsie,”
the blonde boomed, “Now my soda's gonna be all fizzy.”
“I'd
be more worried it fell over and crushed your freshman.”
“Pfft,
tinies are tougher than that...”
“If
you do it right but it was your first time.”
The bag
snapped open and light flooded in, only to be blocked by the blonde's
enormous frame. She had ditched the jacket and bucket hat, leaving
only her long wet looking hair to frame her camera ready face. “Nah,
she's fine, I put her on the opposite side,” the girl's huge
fingers came down and Kendall immediately threw her arms out to ward
them off.
The
blonde giggled at Kendall's futile attempts to stop her and when her
long white nails tugged on the back of the little girl's hoodie, she
cooed, “C'mere...”
Kendall
was catapulted into the air, the world a complete blur before she was
dropped unceremoniously onto an old hardwood floor. Falling to her
hands and knees, she feared that she would vomit for a moment while
her limbs shook.
The
hiss of the soda being opened drew her eyes up the blonde's enormous
frame. Her tall cowboy boots stood like intimidating black pillars,
her denim skirt hugged her shapely hips and her white tee had ridden
up a bit to reveal a glittery belly button piercing. She lifted the
diet soda to her plump lips and Kendall watched her throat flex as
she swallowed what had to be gallons upon gallons of liquid.
“So
now what?” The blonde asked, her eyes drifting away from Kendall.
The
smaller girl turned her head to follow the giant girl's gaze. The
room she was in was set up like a dorm room but it was impossible to
ignore the fact that the furniture was nicer and the walls were fine
wood rather than sheet rock or cinderblock like the undergraduate
dorms she had seen on campus. That meant her captors had to live on
Sorority Row, presumably in one of the mansion like homes that dotted
the wide tree lined street.
The
other girl lounged in a comfortable looking swivel chair, her legs
spread wide with her feet firmly planted on the floor. She was
drinking a practically neon blue Fanta that was only a few shades
darker than her pastel hoodie. Her shoulders shrugged while her pink
nails fumbled with a pocket on her baggy cargo pants.
A pale
wriggling form was pulled from within and Kendall's eyes widened as
she realized that the lanky Asian girl had her own captive as well.
When her captive was deposited on the floor though, Kendall
immediately noticed that the other shrunken girl wasn't dressed at
all.
She
quickly settled into a kneeling position that gave Kendall a view of
her full figure and a shortly cropped bob of dark hair. High above
the larger girl dismissively waved her hand, “I'm sure there's some
dirt on my Forces.”
“Of
course, Mistress Michelle,” the shrunken girl chirped before she
scrambled forward on all fours.
Kendall
immediately retched in disgust as she watched the girl bend down and
begin to lick along the tall intimidating sole of the giant girl's
sneakers. Bright pink scars went along the girl's buttocks and
Kendall's eyes went wide as she read the three Greek letters Gamma
Phi Beta across her fellow captive's backside.
“I
guess I should brand her.”
“Yeah,
probably,” Michelle replied, tapping away on her phone and taking
another sip of her soda, “I don't know who has a brand handy...”
“Why
is everything in the house so unorganized...” the blonde let out a
huff of annoyance and then Kendall was thrown back to the floor as
the whole world shook.
Each
one of the blonde's footfalls created an earthquake that Kendall
couldn't comprehend while the smack of her boots' stacked heels
against the floor was like a cannon going off. She clapped her hands
over her ears and curled into a ball while the room's door was opened
and the blonde's voice roared out, “Does anyone have a brand?”
The
giant girl didn't wait for a response, she simply stepped out and
started down the hall, her voice still rattling in Kendall's ears.
Fear
coursed through Kendall's whole body as she rose back up, her lips
trembling as she tried to process that the calamity that just struck
the world was merely the girl walking through her room. She couldn't
understand how anything so big and powerful could move so quickly.
One second the blonde was towering over her and the next, she was on
the other side of the cavernous room and completely gone from view.
Kendall
stared at the open doorway and wondered if her escape could be so
easy but then she heard the heavy thunks of her captor's boots
plodding down the hallway. Her whole body started to shake as she
listened to the girl talk with someone else, whose voice was far
bubblier and excited.
The
first thing that the shrunken girl noticed about the new giant was
how her toes were coated in a dazzling polish; a mint green base with
pink zig-zags running across it, alternating which side they were
going with each toe. The stubby toes sat upon a bed of fuzzy pink fur
that matched the rest of the well maintained Birkenstock sandal.
Freshly
shaven legs rose up into a comfortable looking pair of jean shorts
and a slight stomach pushed against a tight green tank top. Two
bright blue eyes were locked on her from behind a thick pair of
glasses and a fringe of dark bangs. Thin glossy lips were spread in a
warm smile as the girl put her hands on her hips and went, “Oh wow,
look at you. Such a little cutie for Abigail's first slave...”
The way
the giantess said 'slave' made Kendall shudder with fear and disgust.
As the
huge brunette took her hands off of her hips, Kendall noticed that
she was holding a thin piece of wire in one of them. She twirled it
about in her fingers and Kendall felt her heart leap into her throat
when she noticed that the wire had been stretched and bent into the
shape of the sorority's three letters.
“Oh
no, no, no...” Kendall shook her head while backing away on her
hands and knees, her eyes snapping about in the hopes of an escape.
The
brunette giggled as she watched the smaller girl's struggle to get
away, “Aw but who left you in your wittle clothes, cutie?”
“I
only just got her, Leslie,” Abigail groaned.
The
whole world shook as Abigail's tall cowboy boot smashed down directly
into Kendall's path. The warm scent of leather filled the little
girl's nose and she stared at the finely made boot, which flexed ever
so slightly as the immense blonde bent down toward her.
She
looked up just in time for the huge white nails to pinch the back of
her hoodie once more and then she was hauled up into the sky while
none of the giant girls in the room batted an eye at the way she
screamed.
Kendall
landed in the soft warm expanse of Abigail's palm, the girl's fingers
and claw-like nails rising up like intimidating pillars. Her captor's
face loomed above her and a wind that smelled of Dr. Pepper blew
across her world, “Strip.”
The
word rattled in her ears and she stared up into the immense green
eyes, “Please, please, you don't have to do this. Just let me go, I
won't tell anyone.”
Abigail
let out a frustrated grunt and then her free hand swept in. The huge
white nails clacked loudly before they slashed into Kendall's
personal space. She screamed and kicked as the fingers dug into her
clothes, pulling then tearing them apart. Tears flowed down her
cheeks while her pleas simply fell on enormous deaf ears.
Her
t-shirt went with her hoodie first, nothing more than tatters as the
gigantic blonde cast them aside. The acrylic nail made quick work of
the seams on her jeans and with another gust of soda-scented wind,
Abigail sent their remnants flying off into the abyss beyond her
palm. Kendall didn't have the energy to fight the giant girl after
that, she simply lay their sobbing and flinching as her underwear,
socks, and shoes were all destroyed.
Wiping
away the tears, she stared up at the girl in the vain hope of seeing
some kind of regret or guilt in her massive billboard sized
expression.
But
Abigail's face remained impassive, she didn't even seem to really
care about Kendall's naked body sprawled across her palm. She was
already looking away toward the other giants in the room.
At some
point during the harrowing undressing, Michelle had risen to her feet
and was now peering down into her roommate's palm, a strange smile on
her lips. On the other side, Leslie peered down at her and giggled,
“Aw, see, so much better now...”
“So
now we just,” the fingers that had just assaulted her made a
stabbing motion in the sky above.
“Put
her on your desk first,” Leslie instructed calmly while her hand
went down to the back pocket of her shorts, “I got some tape to
hold her down.”
“Hold
me down?!” Kendall couldn't stop the question from leaving her body
as she stared up at the enormous sorority sisters.
But
they didn't care, Abigail reached her desk in two world shaking
strides and sent Kendall tumbling down her fingers until she hit the
hard wooden surface. Papers and textbooks sat in haphazard stacks
broken up only by empty Starbucks cups and a sleek Macbook.
The
desk shook as Leslie and Michelle stepped up to it and stood on
either side of her captor.
The
brunette smiled down at her as she bent forward, pulling clear scotch
tape out of its dispenser. “Hold still, cutie,” she cooed while
slamming tape down across Kendall's legs.
The
shrunken girl shouted and grunted in response but her legs were
suddenly pinned in place by the thin film of tape. “No, no, don't
do this-” Her words were cut off by the giant girl gripping her
left arm, smacking it above her head and then pinning it into place
with another piece of tape.
Kendall
blinked away tears as she felt Leslie repeat the process with her
right arm. She glared up at the girl, desperate to let her know how
much she loathed the brunette in that moment. Much like Abigail
though, Leslie didn't seem to really notice Kendall's rage.
As the
giant girl rose back up, Kendall's gaze was drawn to her ample
cleavage, where a shrunken young man was battered about by her heavy
jiggling breasts. His dark hair was plastered to his head with sweat
and except for a faint grunt that went unnoticed by the giant girls,
he made no noise as Leslie stood back up to her full height and he
disappeared from Kendall's view.
The
sight made her blood run cold, especially as she thought about the
other shrunken girl she had seen who had licked Michelle's sneaker at
the faintest suggestion from the giant girl.
The
towering Asian girl stood beside Abigail with a wicked grin on her
face as she held the Sorority's brand to a pink bic lighter that
matched her acrylic claws. The brand was growing steadily hotter and
redder as the giant ran it through the lighter's bright flame.
Excited
clapping drew her gaze back to Leslie, who was bouncing up and down
with excitement, “This is so great, I was wondering when you were
going to pick someone out. Did you know Sadie got herself a little
guy today too?”
“Oh
yeah?” Abigail cocked an eyebrow as Michelle handed her the brand,
which she held with a limp wrist, like it was a half-finished
cigarette that she was thinking about dropping.
“Yes,
so now your whole rush class has their first slaves,” Leslie gently
reached over to touch Abigail's elbow, guiding the brand toward the
desk, “It just makes me so happy to see.”
“Cool.”
And
with that single word, the brand descended toward Kendall.