Kendall
couldn't really believe that she had missed the Gamma Phi Beta house
when she had been at Abigail's childhood home.
The
comfort that she had felt being shrunk back down to her familiar
doll-like size had been replaced with terror when Abigail had dropped
her onto the floor then rose back up to her full height. She could
feel her heart hammer in her chest as her neck craned back to take in
the towering blonde, her face completely eclipsed by the shelf of her
breasts. Canvas and rubber stretched from the girl wiggling her toes
inside the white converse she wore on the flight back, making Kendall
flinch on the floor.
“My
feet are cold, peasant,” she boomed, drawing Kendall's attention to
the fact that melting snow clung to the thin rubber sole and the
canvas was stained from the water it had already absorbed.
With a
cry of, “Let me help you, your Highness,” Kendall found herself
thrust once more into the familiar routine of being the giant brat's
slave.
Days
quickly blurred together as the shrunken girl dealt with one thing
after another; the parade of shoes that had to be cleaned, the
giantess's orange acrylics that needed to be removed so that her
natural nails could be painted a festive mixture of green and red,
and Abigail's stress from the last few weeks of the semester, which
was released through the abuse of the shrunken girl's body. Her tiny
head felt like it was spinning every which way while thunderous
conversations boomed over her head and every giantess in the sorority
geared up for their approaching finals.
The
little girl rubbed her eyes, struggling to remember what day it was
as she stared up at the movie theater-sized screen of Abigail's
Macbook.
The
giantess's last Brit Lit paper covered the screen and Kendall
realized that she had reread the same line roughly three times. The
room around her was quiet, Abigail had dropped her in front of the
computer before strolling out of the room with no explanation, her
chunky Filas thumping loudly with her every step. Michelle had sat at
her own desk for a while, occasionally glancing in the little girl's
direction before she too ended up leaving, though she announced that
she was off to get dinner while tugging on her thick-soled Docs.
Florence had begged her to come along, clutching her stomach while
pressing her lips against the stiff leather of the girl's boots.
The
giantess had simply chuckled before shoving her aside with her toe,
“I'll bring you something back, don't worry...”
The
world shook, the door shut, and that had been it.
Sighing,
Kendall turned back toward the paper and fixed a typo that she
somehow had missed until rereading the sentence a fourth and final
time. She was about to move on when she glanced at the clock and
realized that Michelle had been gone for over twenty minutes, with
Abigail having left nearly an hour ago.
A
strange thought entered her head as she leaned forward to scroll down
the page.
She
could contact someone using the immense computer.
The
thought had crossed Kendall's mind before but normally Abigail or
Michelle was in the room while she edited the blonde's papers. They
would have easily been able to spot that she was struggling to type
out an email rather than doing what she had been ordered to. Yet,
neither of them were coming back any time soon.
Even if
Michelle was eating in one of the dining halls, if she was still gone
after twenty minutes that meant she was eating with people and thus
would be gone for at least an hour. Since she didn't know where
Abigail had gone, she had to assume that the blonde could be back at
any moment but that was a risk that she had to take.
Moving
the cursor away from the paper to switch over to Safari, Kendall
suddenly found herself wondering who she should even contact. Her
parents and most of her friends from high school and undergrad lived
far away, so they wouldn't be able to do anything fast enough to free
her. If they believed the message at all, which was a pretty big
'if', they might just call the police and Kendall was certain that
the sorority girls were more than capable of magically manipulating
the minds of the local PD.
And
that was assuming that the campus's Greek Life hadn't gotten the
police out of their hair long ago using utterly mundane methods.
That
left people she had met in law school, since they'd at least all be
local. Most of her professors were older, not the type who would be
willing to break into a house to rescue her or possibly even leave
their houses well after the sun had set. She had barely gotten to
know the majority of her classmates, some of them had been much older
than she expected and so she had gravitated toward the few other
girls who had also clearly just graduated college to form a study
group.
The
three girls in her study group were the only logical answer, it
seemed so obvious that Kendall found herself questioning why it had
taken her so long to think of it.
Pressing
down with both hands on the touchpad to 'click' it, she watched a new
window of Safari boot up and got to her feet to start manipulating
the keys. She stopped short of the space bar, suddenly wondering just
which girl to contact.
Her
initial plan had been to email all three of them since she had them
saved as a group contact, but something nagged at the back of her
mind telling her that was a bad idea. Closing her eyes and thinking,
Kendall wracked her brain trying to figure out why.
A cold
chill went up her spine as she remembered the last time they had all
met up. They had been huddled around one of the long oak tables in
the law library, passing around summaries of the case studies they
had been assigned, when she had noticed the pink water bottle that
Ellen had next to her. It had been a wide mouthed Nalgene, notable
only for how big it had seemed, but there had also been two fading
Greek letters stamped on the side: Delta Gamma.
Fear
ran through her little body at the realization that she had been
sitting next to a sorority girl talking about torts and criminal law
for weeks. She had always wondered how Ellen managed to look so put
together despite how exhausted they all were and now she knew. Ellen
no doubt had some shrunken person back in her apartment, keeping
everything pristine while she could focus all of her time on studying
for school.
Another
memory flashed through her head from that night.
The
backpack that Carol had been wearing as they were leaving, her long
red ponytail swished across what Kendall had initially assumed was a
monogram or the girl's initials. Instead though, she had stared at
three Greek letters: Kappa Kappa Gamma.
While
Carol had never been as nicely put together as Ellen, she always
seemed far better rested for a law student than Kendall would have
expected given how anxious and neurotic she seemed. Again, what the
now shrunken girl had written off as strange quirks was obviously the
unseen work of Carol's prisoner toiling away to ensure the girl
stayed sane.
That
left only the final member of their group: Jordan.
No
matter how much Kendall thought about it, she couldn't remember any
sight of Greek letters or casual references to being in a sorority
when she was an undergraduate. Jordan was also the most likely of the
three to be willing to actually sneak into the sorority house to save
her. There was something in the tall girl's eyes that spoke to some
penchant for mischief and a strange knowing smirk when they discussed
their criminal law class.
Kendall
nodded her head, certain that Jordan was her best chance, but then
she paused to glance back at the clock. Her eyes widened when she saw
that she had lost another twenty minutes to her strange
deliberations.
She was
now much closer to having either girl walk back in to find her
struggling to type out an email on the gargantuan keyboard. There was
no chance that either of them would be kind if they found her not
only trying to escape but to spill the magical secrets of their
sorority to someone else.
The
best case scenario was simply being smacked.
She had
been on the receiving end of both girl's immense hands and feet
throughout the semester. Those had never been actual attempts to hurt
her though, it was that neither of them particularly cared about her
or Florence's well being. They would simply knock her aside and
scoff, as if it was her fault that she had been in their way.
Michelle
wouldn't be particularly vicious with her but she knew that the
giantess would find a way to trick Abigail into giving her an even
more demeaning or disgusting task to accomplish. She might only
suffer a quick flick from the towering girl's acrylic nail but she
would certainly spend the rest of the night scrubbing insoles or
chewing calluses or plucking unsightly hairs. Whatever it would be,
the little girl was certain that it would be humiliating and if
Abigail liked it enough it would enter her regular rotation of
chores.
Her
blonde captress would certainly be horrific to her if she was the one
who found her.
Kendall
could easily imagine the anger that would fill the girl's enormous
face if she walked in to find her writing an email. The smack that
would send her flying off of the keyboard to skid across the girl's
desk would only be the first part. Next would come the taunting and
the teasing, her little body dangling upside down before the
giantess's plump shining lips, each of her stinging words booming in
he shrunken girl's ears. Then those powerful fingers would wrap
around her body and squeeze, her little joints would groan as they
threatened to pop and just when she thought every bone was about to
break, the pressure would ease off before building up once again. It
would happen over and over while Abigail thundered on about the
trauma and anguish that Kendall's meager escape attempt had caused.
The
worst part wouldn't be the buzzword filled apology that she would
have to deliver from the girl's feet, kissing her toes and begging
forgiveness every few words. It would be the fact that Abigail would
then know that she had a friend on campus, someone who might actually
be willing to help her if she ever discovered what was going on.
Kendall
would be effectively signing Jordan's death warrant.
The
tall girl would find herself the size of a bug between Abigail's
feet, her dark green eyes narrowing as she lined up the hard sole of
her skyscraper sized cowboy boot. Jordan would be surrounded by
shadow as wind whistled in her ears. It wouldn't matter if fear
rooted her in place or sent her desperately running, there would be
no escaping from Abigail's immense foot. The death would be instant
but it would also be horrifically painful for the bug-sized girl but
to the blonde, it would just be a single forceful step.
Kendall
couldn't do that to her friend.
Walking
back to the touchpad, she pushed the cursor up to the little red dot
at the edge of the window and closed Safari. Relief flooded through
her body as she found herself staring up at Abigail's Brit Lit paper
again and she knelt down to continue editing it.
Three
more typos, an awkward phrasing, and a missed citation later, Kendall
heard keys turning in the door.
She
looked toward it but instead of Michelle like she expected, it was
Abigail who walked in. Snowflakes glistened on the girl's black
bucket hat and in her wet looking blonde hair while her plump lips
sucked at an immense neon green straw. Little boba balls shot up
through the straw to disappear into the girl's mouth, her jaw
gyrating slightly before her entire throat flexed. She unzipped her
boxy motorcycle jacket before shutting the door, revealing the tight
cream colored sweater that she wore beneath.
Her
contented sigh rang through the room as she walked up to her desk,
looming over Kendall's entire world. She didn't even seem to notice
the way the shrunken girl cowered while her immense hand pushed back
the screen so that she could more easily read it. Her dark green eyes
scanned over the page as she took another sip, “That's good enough
for now...”
“H-highness?”
Kendall stammered but the girl's hand was already dipping down to
grab the bottom of the laptop.
The
whole computer lifted into the sky and the shrunken girl cried out in
terror as she flopped down onto the warm plastic, struggling to find
somewhere on the sleek frame to cling to. The blonde unplugged the
laptop from the charger and carried it to her bed, utterly
unconcerned with the way that Kendall screamed and slid about its
surface.
Finally
everything came to a stop as the laptop sunk into the giantess's
bedspread.
High
above, Abigail shrugged out of her jacket then tossed her bucket hat
onto her desk before shoving her shoes off with two faint grunts. Her
phone buzzed and she snorted dismissively when she glanced at the
notification, “Too late, loser...”
She
tossed the phone aside and rolled her eyes before her hand came down
to scoop Kendall up. The little girl's ears popped as she was brought
before the giantess's terrifying maw. Warm air that smelled of milk
tea washed over her while the girl's voice rang in her ears, “Some
dude in the business school is trying to tell me that he got
distracted studying and that's why he stood me up. At least come up
with a better excuse...”
Kendall
trembled in between Abigail's fingers, almost certain that they were
about to curl around her until her joints popped just like she had
imagined.
“Whatever,
I had a nice dinner and then got boba all by myself,” Abigail's
nose then crinkled in disgust, “Why are you so sweaty, peasant?”
Kendall
blinked, only just noticing the small rivulets that had been going
down her body since before the giant blonde had returned.
“Is
editing my paper really that hard for you?”
The
giantess laughed as she lowered Kendall down to the floor.
She
found herself between the giantess's intimidating Filas, the strong
smell of the girl's sweat tickling her nostrils. Above her, the bed
groaned from Abigail settling into it, sliding her airpods into her
ears as she went.
“Just
because you're tired doesn't mean you're done working, peasant,”
She boomed while reaching for her boba, her face impassive while she
glanced down at the shrunken girl, “Clean up my sneakers.”
“Y-yes,
your H-highness!” Kendall replied, her body already crawling toward
the awaiting footwear.
As she
stooped low to start the humiliating task, she wondered why she had
been sweating. It was far from warm in the sorority house, at least
at her size, and she had just been standing there for the better part
of an hour.
Thinking
back on her attempt to write an email, a terrible thought entered her
head.
Mable's
prisoner had told her that her first attempts at escape were stopped
by horrifying images implanted in her mind by magic. Her eyes drifted
up to where Abigail's feet dangled off of the bed, swaying back and
forth while the worn cotton of her socks stretched and wrinkled with
every wiggle of her toes. She suddenly wondered if the girl had cast
such a spell on her own computer or if it had been Kendall's own mind
that had conjured those images?
Her
little body trembled against the imposing sneaker.
If
Abigail already possessed the power to make her question her own
thoughts, then Kendall realized that there might truly be no escape
from the blonde tyrant.