After
weeks of being constantly naked, Kendall had never imagined that she
could feel weird about wearing clothing again but the 'dress' that
Bee had given her was doing its best.
It was
the same material that his shorts were made out of, which meant that
it seemed to cling to her skin in all the wrong places to make her
feel comfortable in it. Every curve of her body was accentuated by
the dress and every time she took a single step, she could feel it
stretching tightly across her butt as if to draw everyone's
attention. Then there was the whole front situation, with her
womanhood practically molded in the cotton and her nipples poking out
every minute of the day regardless of how cold she was.
He had
handed it to her with a smile, clearly knowing full well how it would
look on her and how that would make her feel. The only thing that
didn't make her instantly hate the older man was that he bore the
same Greek letters she did, only on his back top to bottom like
Florence did. The white scars had largely faded but they were still
stood out against his rich olive skin.
She
then spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning various shoes for her
enormous captress, while the blonde wandered back and forth between
her bathroom and her vanity, primping herself and getting ready for
the evening.
Kendall
didn't understand what could possibly be so important until she heard
the front door open and shut. “Abigail?” A stern feminine voice
called up the stairs while heels clacked loudly against the wood,
“Did you make it home alright? I saw that you called...”
“Shit...”
the blonde had whispered while rising to her feet. She was dressed
nicely but still casually in a pair of loose denim jeans and a
rainbow striped sweater with her hair dry and voluminous rather than
limp and wet. “How do I look?” She asked while sliding her feet
into a pair of white converse that Kendall had been forced to scrub
back to blinding perfection.
The
giantess's fingers impatiently snapped overhead while the shrunken
girl fumbled with laces that were still too big but at the same time
smaller than she had held in weeks. “You look wonderful, your
Highness!” She called up while flashing a smile at the towering
blonde.
“Do I
look, like, responsible?” High above, she watched as Abigail
nervously wrung her hands while stepping in front of an enormous
mirror at the end of her closet, “Does this outfit say, 'I'm going
to get off academic probation'?”
“Uh...”
Kendall stared up at the girl, trying to imagine what that could
possibly look like before she finally said, “Yes! Sure, your
Highness.”
“Cool,
good, let's go,” Abigail patted her thigh as she walked out of the
room.
“Wait...”
Kendall watched the blonde pause and look back at her expectantly,
“Why would I have to go... my liege?”
“My
mom's going to want to meet you,” the giantess spoke as if what she
was saying was the most obvious thing in the world, “You're her
only daughter's first shrink and you spend all your time with me.
Whatever she asks, just say the thing that makes me sound good.
Except when it comes to calculus, she already knows you're useless
for that.”
Kendall's
jaw hug open as the girl's words thundered across the heavens,
clearly making sense to Abigail while sounding utterly deranged in
her own shrunken ears. But when the girl patted her thigh a second
time, Kendall followed after her.
“Abigail?”
The
voice echoed up again, though this time it was met by the giantess
while the world trembled beneath her feet, “Coming, Mama!”
Kendall
followed as close to the towering girl as she could but she kept
falling behind while she tried to take in the enormous house. It had
to be some kind of nineteenth century manor, or built to emulate that
exact style, and the only word that came to her mind as she looked at
it was 'cavernous.' Kendall couldn't imagine a family of four normal
sized people, since she doubted Abigail had any more siblings beyond
the brother that Bee had mentioned, managing to make the house feel
anything but immense.
While
she still seethed at the idea that Abigail could have easily changed
her back if she had actually wanted to, Kendall was at least glad
that at her newfound size the gigantic house was easier to navigate.
Going down the steps was a challenge but it wasn't as if she was
flinging herself to certain doom like she would have been that very
morning.
Reaching
the first floor, she followed Abigail through an immaculate foyer and
down a short hallway to what appeared to be a legitimate library.
While the collection of books lining the walls was impressive in its
own right, it was the other things on the shelves that caught
Kendall's eye; preserved organs, bones, and what could have easily
been torture devices if they weren't so clearly long outdated medical
technology. The back wall of the library had two narrow stained glass
windows that flanked a central clear window that looked out on
roughly the same scene that Abigail's bedroom did.
Beside
an antique writing desk that stood in front of the windows was a
woman who had to be Abigail's mother. She stood a little taller than
her daughter, thanks to the sharply pointed black heels on her feet,
but even at a glance there was a strong family resemblance. The
biggest difference between the two was their hair, with Abigail's
mother having a dark bob that was marred by obviously multiplying
threads of silver.
The
woman's plump limps, coated in a matte wine red color, twitched in
annoyance as she looked at something on her phone while consulting a
medical textbook that was spread open on the desk. She didn't look at
her daughter as she spoke, “Bee tells me that you didn't want to
grow your girl to a proper size?”
The
shrunken man stood a half-step behind his mistress, his head even
with the top of her calf.
“I
just like her at a small size, Mama. That's all.”
“I
don't want anything to be actually underfoot in this house, Abigail,
you know that.”
“I
know, that's why I made her the right size, she even has a dress and
everything,” the blonde's immense sneaker swung overhead then the
cool rubber toe cap pressed against Kendall's buttocks, causing her
to stumble forward.
The
noise she made when she caught herself drew the older woman's steely
gaze. Her eyes were the same green shade as her daughter's though she
noticed that hers were ringed with a few wrinkles that deepened as
she looked down at Kendall. “That's something,” the woman
thundered while stepping forward, the world shaking beneath her black
heels.
Despite
her newfound size, Kendall could still smell the warm funk of leather
and sweat that emanated up from the triangular toe of the woman's
heel. She settled down onto her knees and bowed her head, hoping that
the woman would expect the same subservience her daughter did.
“So,
if you haven't improved my daughter's calculus grade, what have you
been good for?”
“I
helped her get a B+ on her British Literature paper,” Kendall
immediately piped up, uncertain if the woman was using some kind of
subtle magic on her or if she was simply too terrified to do anything
but desperately shout to save her own skin, “And I've been seeing
to her every need so she can focus on her studies; I clean her shoes
and take care of her nails and she uses me as a stressball when she
does get frustrated...”
“You
do look very nice dear,” the sharp point of the older woman's heel
pressed into Kendall's side, forcing the small girl to awkwardly hop
a few steps away so the giantess could walk an unimpeded path to her
daughter. She watched Abigail's mother beam down at her while looking
her up and down, “Like a proper collegiate woman rather than some
tiktok trollop.”
“Mom,”
the girl whined while her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, “That's
how everybody dresses now.”
“You
can be stylish without showing off that God awful...” Her hand
fluttered around Abigail's stomach, “Thing.”
“I'm
not even wearing it right now.”
“Oh
really?” Her mother smirked and the giantess let out a faint cough,
“Don't worry, Abigail, I'm not going to demand that you prove it.
Despite how much I dislike belly button rings, you are allowed to
make your own choices, even if they are poor ones.”
“Th-thank
you, Mama.”
“Speaking
of poor choices, your father and brother won't be back till later and
Mable went sightseeing or some such thing,” she waved her hand
dismissively at the idea, “So why don't you and I go down to the
basement and watch something in the theater, hm? While Bee and your
little girl give our feet some much needed TLC?”
“That
sounds great, Mom,” Abigail smiled but the flush remained in her
cheeks.
Kendall
watched as Abigail and her mother walked out of the room, the floor
shaking beneath their powerful feet, and a second later Bee was
behind her with a smile. He ushered her forward in the wake of the
towering women and together they followed them down a narrow
staircase into a finished basement. The little girl's eyes widened as
she noticed that there were several other rooms and narrow hallways
that branched away from where they were, the size of the house once
again mesmerizing her.
Then
they came into a vast home theater, the kind that Kendall always
imagined movie stars or big name directors had in their own mansions.
While Abigail and her mother debated a movie to put on, she found
herself copying her fellow slave by kneeling down in front of an
immense throne-like recliner and simply waiting.
When
the pair made their decision, the lights dimmed and the world shook
as they settled into their chairs. The sneakers that she had just
tied firmly to the blonde's immense feet slammed down in front of her
and the long acrylic claws she had affixed to Abigail's fingers mimed
untying them in the sky overhead. With a sigh, Kendall undid her own
work and then tugged the giantess's socks off so that she could work
the girl's long wrinkled sole.
Neither
giantess let out anything more than the faintest of grunts as she and
Bee worked, since neither of them spent enough time on their feet to
get them particularly sore. They simply watched their movie,
occasionally commenting on what they saw or talking about something
else while two people toiled away at their feet.
As her
own shrunken body began to ache, she glanced over to see her older
counterpart engrossed in his work. He gently rubbed each of the
middle-aged woman's toes while dipping his head between them to lap
away at collected bits of dirt and grime. Every millimeter of the
slender foot was kissed and gently massaged all while the giantess
they belonged to didn't so much as glance down at the little man. The
worst part though was the erection straining against the thin
material of his shorts, which looked like they could barely contain
his substantial package.
When
the credits rolled, the lights came up and Bee was hugging the
giantess's left foot, his hips gently shifting against her arch.
Kendall looked away, bile creeping up her throat at the sight while
high above Abigail let out a snort of laughter, “Mom, I thought you
told Bee to be less weird when we had company...”
“Hm?
What company?” She laughed, “Mable's basically family now.”
Abigail's
toes scrunched as she let out a faint, “Hmph, I guess...”
“Besides,
I'm sure it's nothing you and your little girl haven't seen before,”
her foot pushed back against the shrunken man and he let out a low
groan of pleasure, “Doesn't your roommate...”
“Ew,
yes, and it's kind of gross.”
“Oh
let them have their fun, Abigail,” her mother sighed while using
her other foot to gently push the little man away, the stain
spreading across his shorts painfully obvious while he gasped for
air, “You can put my heels away, Bee. I'm going upstairs to take a
shower...”
“Of
course, ma'am,” the little man nodded, his face still flush as he
gripped the woman's shoes by their narrow pin heels and hauled them
over his shoulders. He jogged after her, his already softening cock
flopping in his messy shorts.
Alone
in the vast theater, Kendall felt Abigail's eyes on her and looked
up.
The
giantess's plump lower lip was stuck out in a pout, “You're not
gay, right?”
“N-no,”
Kendall shook her head before adding, “Yo-your highness.”
The
toes splayed out in front of her face, the warm scent of the girl's
footsweat tickling her nostrils, “And this doesn't turn you on?”
“Of
course not, your Highness.”
“Good,”
she then gestured down at the shoes and socks strewn about at her
feet, “Put those back on for me. I think I might go for a walk
before everyone gets back...”
Kendall
set to work and had to fight the urge to grin at the thought that
Abigail would leave her alone. She still knew it was a longshot but
if she could move around the house and find some way out, that was
all that she would need. Once the girl's white converse were snugly
secure on her feet, Kendall dutifully followed her back upstairs to
the vast entryway.
“I'll
be back in, like, an hour tops,” Abigail said while tugging on a
denim jacket, “Just do whatever Mom or one of the other servants
says...”
The
front door swung open and the world shook as an intimidating pair of
thick soled combat boots crashed down next to Abigail's feet. “Oh
my God, Abbie!” An excited feminine voice roared, forcing Kendall
to crane her neck back to see an even taller girl envelop Abigail in
a hug.
Her
eyes widened as they traveled up the tall willowy figure she could
only assume was Mable. The girl's long coltish legs were wrapped in
flared jeans that spilled down around her platform boots, a green
flight jacket sat above them covering up what looked like a black
sweater. Long brown hair spilled out of a black flat cap down almost
to her tight buttcheeks, swaying with every twitch of her head.
“I
thought you weren't getting in till tomorrow,” the girl boomed
while dropping an immense shopping bag onto the floor with a faint
thump. Watery gray eyes looked down and the girl's thin lips
stretched into a smile when they locked on to Kendall, “And this
must be your girl. Such a little cutie...”
Long
pale fingers swept down and wrapped around her mid-section before
Kendall could let out a single defiant squeak. She was hauled into
the air and twisted about as Mable appraised her, occasionally
pinching and plucking at bits of fat or cellulite without any concern
for the grunts Kendall let out in response.
“She
is not used to being picked up, huh?” Mable laughed while giving
her one final squeeze around her mid-section.
“I
normally keep her smaller,” Abigail muttered, barely hiding her
annoyance.
Kendall
let out another surprised squeak as she found herself held in the
crook of the taller girl's arm rather than set down, “Your brother
is the same way. He has his little guy with him right now, calls him
a pocket secretary, which I think is kind of cute. Were you going out
somewhere?”
“Just
on a walk...”
“Ooo,
I'm sorry, I'd join you but I've been walking around all day!”
“That's
too bad, Mable, really...” Abigail started to squeeze past the
taller girl with a frown.
“Don't
worry though, I'll take good care of your little one.” Kendall
frowned as she was bounced in the giantess's arm, “She can take the
left while mine takes the right...”
That
made Abigail stop, “You're going to make her massage your feet?”
“Uh
huh, I just told you your brother has his so I only have the one here
at the house and if you're going to be gone.”
“She's
mine, Mable.”
“I
know but I was a Gamma Phi Beta at school and I've been with Hunter
so long that it's like we're practically sisters already. Right,
Abbie?”
Abigail
let out a long slow sigh, “Yeah, Mable... yeah...”
“Goodie,
see you later, Abbie,” Mable cooed before gripping Kendall's arm
and forcing her to wave at her giant captress like she was a little
baby. The brunette even spoke in a mocking high pitched voice, “Bye,
Mistress.”
Kendall
stared at Abigail with pleading eyes but the girl simply walked out
the door, clearly in a rush to escape her brother's girlfriend. Then
the large arm around her gave her another gentle bounce and suddenly
the gigantic house was nothing but a blur.
When
everything came to a sudden stop, Kendall felt herself rapidly
descending to the floor, the panicked flailing of her arms and legs
only making the giant girl giggle. “Look at you go,” Mable cooed
as her hands released Kendall an inch above the floor, “I always
forget how squirmy people are when they're new to being small...”
The
thick waffle-like tread of the girl's boot sailed over her head,
making her crouch down in fright while the floor shook in the
giantess's wake. Kendall brushed away the few bits of dirt that
rained down on her and found herself staring at a room just as big as
Abigail's though clearly in a different part of the house.
The
closet and bathroom weren't connected, merely sitting on opposite
sides of the room's entryway. Instead of a bay window that faced the
water, he had a circular window that looked out toward the city
center though the view was largely blocked by trees, which Kendall
took to mean his room was on a lower floor. Mable dropped her long
frame into a comfortable looking armchair that sat next to the window
then let her heels strike hard against the floor.
“Coming,
Mistress,” came a tired voice from the far side of the bed, where
it looked as if a massive suitcase had vomited its contents across
the floor. She watched as a girl around her age speed walked around
the bed toward Mable, the 'dress' she was in accentuating her figure
in the same uncomfortable way it did for Kendall.
The
giantess let out a happy sigh and then one of her long fingers
beckoned, “You too, little one.”
Glancing
over her shoulder at the half-closed door, she sighed and marched
over to where her fellow prisoner was already pulling down the heavy
zipper that sealed the girl's trendy Doc Martens shut instead of
laces. Standing at the other foot, Kendall tugged it down as well and
then immediately found herself coughing as the smell of stale
footsweat and boot leather hit her hard in the face.
“Sorry
not sorry, besties,” Mable cackled overhead while they grunted to
pull the shoes off of her feet, “I wanted to see as much of Seattle
as I could this trip. I feel like every time Hunter and I come up
here it's just a whirlwind so today I finally went to all the
sights...”
Even as
Kendall and the other girl shoved their shoulders into the giantess's
arches, she prattled on and on. She talked about everywhere she went,
what she ate, the kinds of people she saw, and every little
unnecessary detail that Kendall had never thought to imagine. The
shrunken girl found herself turning to Mable's prisoner in the hope
that some kind of answer or at least sympathy would be offered but
instead she just saw the other girl staring at a reddened sole with a
slack jaw and unfocused eyes.
A yawn
finally derailed the endless stream of consciousness and then Mable
gently smacked her lips, “Get between my toesies, cutie pies, I
think I'm going to rest my eyes a little...”
Another
wave of stale footsweat hit Kendall as the toes splayed and wiggled
right in front of her face. She stared up the giantess's long legs,
expecting to see some smirking face staring down at her but Mable had
already tilted her head back and shut her eyes.
Sliding
her hand through the slimy space between the girl's toes, Kendall
gagged and then heard the lanky girl let out a faint snort before her
breathing became slower. She paused a moment, watching the girl's
flat chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, struggling to imagine
how anyone could fall asleep so easily before she took a step back.
“Where
do you think your going?”
To her
surprise the accusatory words came from her fellow prisoner.
“I
was going to, uh, I mean, Abigail told me to-”
The
other girl chuckled, her hands continuously flossing between the
giant girl's toes, “Oh, right. You've only been shrunk for what? A
couple months?”
Kendall
frowned and crossed her arms, “I-”
“There's
no escape,” she said calmly and matter-of-factly, “I had the same
thought the first time Mable took me back home. She shrank me right
at the end of summer vacation and brought me to school with her. We
grew up in the same town so I figured that all I needed to do was get
out of the house and find someone I knew and it'd all be over. Her
house was a lot smaller than this place too with a few old cracked
window screens and stuff like that. I felt like I was so close one
time...”
She
paused to hold up her hand, her forefinger and thumb almost touching.
“Her
mom was a Gamma Phi Beta too and it turns out that they don't stop
messing with all this magical stuff when they get out of school.
Every time I tried to leave the house, I'd be hit with all these
fears about what would happen to me; bugs tearing me to shreds, birds
and cats hunting me, people stepping on me. It's some spell made to
keep us too scared to leave.”
“So
if you know that-” Kendall began, wondering why the girl simply
hadn't powered through the illusion.
“This
isn't Dungeons and Dragons,” she laughed, “You don't just get to
make a Wisdom save and ignore it. You just sit there imagining it,
almost feeling it and then you slowly back away. Only later do you
realize what it is and then when you try again, guess what?”
She
frowned, “It happens again?”
“Yep,”
she then snorted, “And honestly shrinking is far from the worst
thing that they can do to you.”
Kendall's
eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat, “What do you mean?”
“One
of Mable's sorority sisters,” she shook her head, “She was dating
a guy who wasn't in a frat or anything and that guy cheated on her
with this girl from his hometown one winter break. She turned him
into a condom that she then used to fuck this enormous football
player at their school. And when I say enormous, I mean, the guy got
drafted by the Bears to be an offensive lineman fresh out of school.
The girl he cheated on her with? Apparently she's now a diva cup.”
Her
skin crawled and she shook her head in desperation, “That... that
can't be true.”
“Mable
cursed me to bark like a dog for her whole first year out of college.
She had kept me small on campus but decided that I'd be more useful
at this size when she got her first apartment and wanted me to mop
the floors,” the girl's body trembled as she looked up at the
slumbering titaness, “But then she realized that, maybe even after
nearly three years of being her slave, I might still harbor some
thoughts about getting help. So she made sure I couldn't ask anybody
for help because all I could do was yip like a terrier for an entire
fucking year.”
“That's...”
her own voice caught in her throat, “That's horrible.”
“I
know other shrunken people have told you that you can't get out and
maybe you've started to believe it or maybe you haven't,” she shook
her head as she went back to work, “But I've been at Mable's feet
for a little over six years now. So trust me when I tell you that
there's no way out of this or well... no good way out of this.”
Kendall's
eyes were drawn to the thick treads of Mable's boots and then she
thought back to the shoes Abigail had been menacing her with all
semester. “So that's...” her voice cracked slightly as tears
welled in her eyes, “That's it?”
“Look
at Bee and the other one,” she waved her hand dismissively,
“They're both in good shape and well taken care of. It's not a bad
life.”
All
Kendall could think was that it wasn't a good one either.
The
thought haunted her the rest of the weekend.
She was
forced to stand at attention while the gigantic family had their
meals, allowing her and her fellow prisoners to eat their leftovers
only after they were all fully sated. It was odd how normal their
conversations were; how Abigail was doing at school, how her parents
jobs were going, and Mable's blathering about how she thought Seattle
would be a 'great place to raise a family' which earned her an eye
roll from Abigail. She did everything the towering giants asked of
her, mechanically and with the same squeaky obedience that all the
other shrunken prisoners gave them.
By the
time the weekend came to an end, she understood why Mable's slave had
looked so tired.
It was
demanding to follow Abigail from room to room, kneeling at her feet
while she promised that she would be off academic probation and that
it wouldn't harm her chances of getting into medical school in a few
years. Then she would be expected to bow down before whoever Abigail
was talking to and promise that she would help the girl in any way
she could. The moment she and Abigail were alone, she would be back
to being the blonde's peasant and forced to clean her shoes and
massage her feet and fix her acrylics and whatever else the giantess
could think of.
Even
though she was sleeping in a very comfortable dog bed at the foot of
Abigail's gargantuan four poster, Kendall felt like she was never
getting anywhere near the deep sleep that she had in the dark
recesses of the giantess's closet at school.
When it
was finally time to fly back, having spent most of the day doing the
girl's laundry and then packing it away for her, Kendall's whole body
ached and she found herself almost thankful for Abigail's shrinking
touch.
As the
world expanded and the giantess's underwear magically wrapped around
her, all Kendall wanted was to return to the familiar prison of the
Gamma Phi Beta house.