Kendall's
stomach still felt like it was on fire after the branding.
She
wasn't sure how much time had passed as she lay sobbing beneath the
scotch tape on her captress's desk. The shrunken girl had dimly been
aware of the giant blonde coming and going because of the way her
heavy footfalls echoed throughout the room but otherwise she had no
real way to mark the passage of time.
When
the world slowly came into focus again, Kendall could tell that most
of the light playing across the ceiling far above her was artificial
but she felt as if that had been the case the entire time.
The
only real sound in the room now was the clacking of acrylic nails
against laptop keyboards, which meant that both enormous sorority
girls were working. Faint music drifted through the sky above but
even at her size it had the tinny distorted quality of leaking air
pods rather than something being produced by a serious speaker.
Besides the pain across her belly, Kendall felt exhausted, meaning
that it had been long enough that the Red Bull she had chugged had
worn off and she was crashing hard.
“Ok,
time to earn your keep, freshie,” the blonde's voice rattled her
ears, completely derailing her thoughts.
Kendall
watched the long white nails appear overhead and her body stiffened
from the memory of how easily the fake nails had torn through her
clothes.
With
shocking deftness, Abigail managed to peel the clear tape off of the
desk without endangering the brittle acrylic claw. When the girl
started to pull the tape from Kendall's skin, a fresh new pain sent a
shout through her raw throat.
The
blonde giggled, “C'mon, it's not that bad.”
Despite
the giantess's words to the contrary, Kendall could do nothing to
stop the yelps that burst from her lips when her arms were freed. A
dull throb went through her legs and arms as she slowly rolled onto
her side and then forced herself up onto her feet.
She
craned her neck back to take in the enormous girl who loomed over the
desk. Abigail had tied her hair back into a messy bun but otherwise
hadn't dressed down in any way that Kendall could tell. Flicking the
wad of tape into some unseen bin below, the girl brought her index
finger down right in front of her Macbook and clacked it twice
against her wooden desk.
The
plump pink lips didn't open with any command but having seen her
counterpart immediately kneeling before Michelle's feet without a
word from the giantess, Kendall understood what was expected of her.
Her
legs shook as she walked to the appointed space and then started to
kneel down.
The
hard white nail came down and tapped her chest, making the tiny girl
stumble and wince.
“Other
way.”
The
huge finger spun in the air overhead and with a grimace Kendall
complied. She knelt down at the edge of the massive laptop and stared
up at a movie theater sized screen. Her eyes widened as she found
herself looking at a field of calculus equations, most of which she
had only the dimmest understanding of.
“Ok,
so,” Abigail's voice rumbled over her head, “I'm pretty confident
with most of these answers but, like, I'm not sure I'm doing this
right. My professor has this really thick accent and he gets kind of
mad when people ask him to repeat stuff...”
Kendall's
jaw dropped as she watched the blonde's huge thumb manipulate the
touchpad, revealing the questions that she had already answered while
scrolling back to the ones that she was having difficulty with. Her
hand then moved over to pick up an immense notebook, which she held
up beside the screen, her long nail comparing the problem to her
answer and the method she had used to get there.
“So,
like, am I doing it right or not?”
Kendall
turned around to stare up at the giant girl, who was looking down at
her with the same pouty look that she probably used with boys to get
them to do favors for her.
Fear
crept up from her empty belly as she debated whether or not to tell
the giant blonde the truth. If she lied and just told the girl that
it all looked good and she understood the material, then it might
blow up in her face if Abigail was right to worry about her own
comprehension. However, if she told the truth, that she had never
taken a calculus course in her life, Kendall had no way of knowing
how the blonde would react.
But if
what she really wanted was someone to do her calc homework for her,
then maybe this was Kendall's way out. Taking a deep breath, and
reminding herself that honesty was generally the best policy, she
stood up and shouted, “I don't know!”
Abigail's
big green eyes blinked in confusion, “What do you mean? Like, you
need more time to look over my work...”
“No,
I mean, I don't know, I never took Calculus. I took AP Statistics in
high school...”
The
blonde's shoulders slumped instantly, “Why would you do that?”
“Because
I knew I wanted to be a lawyer,” Kendall couldn't stop the anger
from rising up in her, “I double majored in Poli-Sci and
Philosophy, the only math I needed was statistics. I told you, I'm
not a freshman! I'm a first year law student!”
Her big
plump lips turned down in a frown, “Well this sucks...”
“Yes,
it does, but look,” Kendall took a deep breath, “It's all a
misunderstanding, so if you just change me back and give me some
clothes, I can just go write my damn Torts paper and we can forget
all of this ever happened...”
“Sorry,”
Nothing in Abigail's booming voice implied she was actually
remorseful, “I can't do that.”
“Yes,
you can,” Kendall growled in frustration, “I don't care about how
this will scar, I'm sure I can do something about it eventually. Just
reverse whatever you did-”
“No,”
Abigail's face swooped in and her voice was suddenly accompanied by
an enormous gust of wind, “I can't just let you go, that's not how
it works. You're the first person I've shrunk.”
The
tiny girl trembled as she stared up at the blonde's enormous face,
her eyes locked on the sharp too-white teeth behind the girl's glossy
lips. She didn't even see the sharp nail rush in until it poked her
hard in the stomach, sending her back down to her knees.
“I'm
just going to need to find other uses for you,” she huffed, sending
out a blast of warm air that whipped Kendall's hair about.
The
shrunken girl clutched her tender stomach and watched Abigail sit up
straight, her eyes returning to her screen and then her notebook. Her
hand lifted up a mechanical pencil and she started to scratch out
more to her equations while her other hand settled upon her laptop,
scrolling back and forth through the problem sets.
When
the pain finally subsided, Kendall forced herself to sit back up.
Looking around, she was hemmed in by the girl's forearms and tried to
process how easily she had been trapped by the girl throughout the
afternoon; first in her purse, then with scotch tape, and now boxed
in by her posture while she worked.
Anger
and embarrassment over how easily the blonde had discarded her roiled
within the shrunken girl. As the giantess worked through another
equation and settled on an answer, Kendall got up to her feet and
called out, “I'm smart!”
Abigail
glanced down at her, “What?”
“I
said I'm smart! I graduated cum laude in both my majors, which means
I have two bachelor's degrees and I was doing very well in law
school-”
The
girl's mechanical pencil swept down and knocked her legs out from
under her, “Yeah, but you're not calculus smart.”
Kendall
slammed onto her back and the air shot from her lungs in a single
wheeze.
“And
that's what I need...”
The
shrunken girl lay there with Abigail's words ringing in her head. All
of her hard work throughout her life, literally swept away in an
instant by the gigantic girl. She had been dismissed without any
further thought from the blonde and now she feared what could happen
next, since she was 'useless' in the giantess's eyes.
The
girl solved two more equations before she suddenly spoke, “Actually,
I think I have something that'll be perfect for you...”
Kendall
blinked and sat up, her neck craning back to take in the giantess's
enormous smile. “Th-that's great,” she stammered nervously, “I
could edit a paper for you or-”
The
huge nails pinched her chest, making the little girl wince as she was
catapulted into the air. The world was a blur and she could hear the
heavy thumps of Abigail's boots against the floor as she was carried
to another part of the room.
Kendall's
stomach still felt like it was somewhere on the girl's desk as she
suddenly plummeted down to the floor. Stumbling about, the tiny girl
found herself just inside a closet so big that it not only made
Abigail the envy of any undergrad living in the dorms but plenty of
adults with their own apartments.
A
shadow shifted overhead and Kendall looked up to see the giant girl
leaning down. Her fingers grabbed a pair of black and white sneakers
that had been haphazardly kicked inside the closet and set them
neatly down in front of the shrunken girl.
They
were a wide and chunky pair of Filas that Kendall didn't recognize.
The white laces were held in place by ridged tubes and a built in
strap going down the puffy tongue. The sides were broken up by four
panels, one for each letter, which sat on a white stripe that ringed
the whole sneaker. The white patches of rubber near the sole had a
little dirt, as did the white fabric on the shoe's upper, but for the
most part they were in very good condition.
A
feminine grunt echoed through the heavens and Kendall turned around
to see the giantess tugging her cowboy boots off of her feet. Both
towers of black leather were set down just inside the closet with a
faint tremor while Abigail's socked feet settled on the hardwood. Her
toes wiggled inside thin pink striped socks, sending a faint sweaty
funk across the world.
Straining
to stare up into the blonde's far off face, Kendall called up,
“Wh-what am I...”
Then
she remembered what Michelle's captive had done when presented with
the girl's enormous sneakers. Looking back at the dirt marring the
shoe, Kendall shook her head and called out, “No! No, you can't
make me...”
Abigail
was picking something out from beneath her acrylics, not even paying
attention to Kendall on the floor. She finally glanced down at the
shrunken girl and smiled, “I want to wear those tomorrow so if you
could start working on them, that'd be great.”
“You
can't be serious!”
“Mhm,
yeah, I feel like this falls right in your skill set.”
Kendall's
hands balled into fists as she glared up at the enormous girl, anger
and resentment boiled up out of her, “I'm not going to lick your
shoes you spoiled brat!”
Abigail's
big plump lips twitched up just enough for her to smirk and then her
foot rose off of the floor. It sailed forward, its shadow falling
over Kendall as it seemed to grow larger and larger on approach.
The
little girl cowered and covered her head as the dirtied sole of the
well worn sock loomed above her. She could taste the giant girl's
sweat on the air and clumps of lint fell down around her, hitting the
floor with faint wet thumps.
“Please,
please no, I don't want to die...”
Then
she heard one of the sneakers behind her rumble and she opened her
eyes to see Abigail pulling it a little closer with nothing more than
her toes. The chunky shoe stretched to accommodate the girl's
enormous foot and then she lifted the tank-like sneaker up onto its
heel.
Five
immense cells of black rubber stretched over her head, broken apart
by four dirtied white stripes. The fourth block, beneath the arch,
was stamped with the word FILA and looked large enough to serve as a
sign over a storefront.
Her
entire body shook and in that moment Kendall was certain she would be
crushed.
Then
Abigail simply swung her foot to the right, revealing the sky to the
little girl again, and let the shoe drop. A quake ripped through the
floor, knocking her down to her hands and knees while a strong gust
that smelled faintly of rubber washed over her.
Another
rumble pulsed through the floor and a feminine grunt echoed above
from the blonde pulling her foot free. She didn't even look down at
Kendall when she spoke, “Do your fucking job, peasant.”
The
shrunken girl couldn't even lift her head high enough to take in the
giantess. She just stared at the cutesy pink and white socks that
pounded back across the floor then out of view as the girl walked
back to her desk to continue working on her problem set.
Kendall
sat there, taking slow deep breaths and feeling her entire body
tremble while she processed just how close she had come to death.
Inside of her, a loud voice was screaming at her to run through the
open door to the hallway and not look back. But a weak little voice
begged her to clean the intimidating sneaker because the more she
tried to think of escape, the harder and harder it seemed like it
would be.
“No,
no,” she whispered quietly to herself while forcing her body to
crawl forward.
She
repeated the single word over and over again, picking up speed and
slowly rising to her feet. Every stride became a little longer and a
little faster, until she broke into a flat out run toward the distant
door.
Kendall
didn't look to see if Abigail noticed her, since she was certain
simply looking at the enormous blonde would be enough to make her
skid to a halt. She leaned forward and poured on the speed, even
while her lungs began to burn and her muscles painfully stretched.
She was
within a few feet of the open door when a shadow fell across its
threshold.
Her
eyes went wide right as an enormous mint green rubber slide smashed
down into her path. The bright white socks that sat atop the slide
were a little longer and more slender than the foot that had just
menaced her and she couldn't stop her neck from craning back to take
in the enormous girl in front of her.
Michelle
was still wearing the black cargo pants she had worn that afternoon
but at some point she had taken off her hoodie to reveal a loose pale
yellow t-shirt. She held a small bowl of sliced mango in her hands
and she was lifting a slice high up to her lips while her dark eyes
looked right down at the floor.
Kendall
stumbled backward when the girl's gaze fell on her and she shook her
head in a silent plea.
Michelle's
teeth sliced through the mango in her fingers and a little juice
dribbled down her lips and chin. A low hum rumbled across the heavens
before she popped the remainder of the piece into her mouth and then
chewed thoughtfully. Her fingers descended toward the bowl and
Kendall watched as a piece awkwardly rose to meet her pink acrylic
nails, no doubt lifted by the unseen hands of her own shrunken
captive.
The
enormous slide lifted and then dropped against the floor, sending out
a faint quake while the giantess shifted her weight, clearly debating
on what to do with the shrunken girl at her feet.
With
tears welling in her eyes, Kendall bowed toward the girl before
slowly backing away toward Abigail's closet.
A smile
spread across Michelle's lips as she pulled the door shut behind her
and it rattled softly inside the jamb. She took another piece of
fruit from her slave before stepping deeper into the room.
Kendall
stumbled over the threshold of the closet while Abigail yelped in
surprise.
“Jesus,
Michelle,” the blonde rumbled, “Why're you creeping behind me?”
“Did
you want some mango?”
“Nah,
I'm good...”
“How's
your slave working out?”
Kendall
could feel tears in her eyes as she bent down in front of the sneaker
that had almost crushed her and brought her tongue down to the
nearest patch of dirt marring its exterior.
“Ugh,
it fucking sucks. Turns out she isn't smart but at least I won't need
to waste time cleaning my own shoes anymore.”
“That's
something, I guess...”
“Yeah,
what do you have yours do?”
“Oh,
lots of stuff...”
A sob
came out of Kendall as she licked, all while listening to Michelle
describe the endless parade of demeaning tasks she forced her slave
to perform.