Justin hated making deliveries to the local college.

It wasn't just that he had to hand deliver most of the stock to vending machines crammed into old buildings with shoddy elevators. That was frustrating enough that he had long done anything he could to avoid the college but Dave was out sick and Henrique had taken all the far flung spots Dave normally did so Justin really didn't have any other choice.

What really made Justin hate it was the students.

When he had first gotten the job a few years back, it hadn't been so bad but something had shifted in that time. Justin wasn't sure if it was that his twenties had gotten steadily further away or if there was something about Gen Z that made them extra strange but for the first time in his life he had started to think of the old MCR song 'Teenagers' as honest rather than comedic.

Lugging sodas up a narrow flight of stairs on a handtruck, Justin tugged a little harder on the safety strap he never used to ensure it was firmly in place. He didn't want to trip and watch his stock fizzing around the building only to see it remixed later on Tiktok to some dad rock song kids had just discovered.

Safely on the second floor of the old ivy covered academic building, he let out a sigh and went to the small alcove where the soda machine was. Unlocking it, he was met with the same surprise he always had on seeing just how depleted it was. Justin thought of young people these days as pretty health conscious but that didn't seem to stop them from chugging down sugary sodas like everybody else.

Thinking about the girls who had jogged past him on his way in, he wondered if it was easier to drink lots of soda when you put in as much time at the gym as all young people seemed to.

Another cruder thought passed through his head as he thought about the trio of girls again.

“If I were a hell of a lot younger,” Justin muttered to himself before suddenly feeling a faint blush of embarrassment come over him.

Not only did he feel a little creepy for even thinking something like that, Justin also remembered the other reason he got nervous around college kids and teens and really any young person these days.

They weren't merely more health conscious than his generation, they were more everything conscious. Socially, culturally, racially, and probably extra self-conscious too.

Filling row after row of Pepsi and Diet Pepsi, Justin suddenly wondered if they'd 'cancel' him for talking about what he'd do if he were their age. Hell, he might get in trouble for calling them all girls, after all they might have been non-binary or gender fluid or something else.

Justin moved on to the Starry, the new lemon-lime drink Pepsi was pushing, and wondered when he had lost track of all that kind of stuff. He had never been the most political guy or hung out with people on the fringes or anything but he swore he used to know better about what things were and weren't ok to joke about or say in mixed company. It wasn't like he had any hate in his heart and he felt like everyone should be allowed to live their lives the way they wanted without anybody saying otherwise but one time when he had been a little drunk and talking about that in a bar, a friend had winced at one or two of the words he had used.

That had just been a bummer of a way to learn what wasn't ok to say anymore.

“Fuck, I'm tired...” Justin muttered to himself.

The realization that he just wanted to avoid embarrassing himself washed over him. Sure, he wanted to do the right thing too but he reasoned it'd be better to just know what the right thing was rather than make everything awkward for a moment and then have to walk something back and just hope to do better next time.

Not that there was any shame in that, Justin reasoned, it was just dang embarrassing.

Not as embarrassing as if he dropped a bunch of soda and got caught on camera though.

Justin forced himself to chuckle at the idea of such an absurd possibility since he figured laughing about it would be the only way to get over it and he needed to make peace with having to do the college route for as long as Dave was out.

Since if Dave was sick, that meant either he was the caboose on one of his kids bringing home a bug or he would be patient zero for everybody else in the house getting sick. If it was the latter, Justin might have to make more than a few trips to the college and run the risk of seeing himself on Tiktok running after a bunch sputtering Pepsi bottles to Fleetwood Mac or Bon Jovi.

Or maybe someone would make a whole little song of his grunts and curses.

That might be fun.

“... that one?”

“Yeah, looks good.”

Justin had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed that there had been students in the hallway. He had thankfully timed his visit late enough in the day that most classes were done and it was well before any of the kids were using the academic buildings for club meetings. Glancing over his shoulder, he expected to see someone standing there waiting for him to finish stocking the machine.

Instead there were three young men walking toward him from down the hall and there was something about the way they carried themselves that set him on edge.

They all clearly worked out, though based on the slight beer belly one of them sported Justin doubted any of them were on anything beyond an intramural team. All three of them were dressed casually, two in jeans with a hoodie and a polo differentiating them and the third in sweatpants and a hoodie. All of them wore nice sneakers on their feet, the kind of limited edition collabs that Justin occasionally thought about buying before deciding it wouldn't be worth the money because he wouldn't even know where to wear them.

Even though they were walking right toward him, Justin pushed the strange discomfort out of his head by telling himself that they must have been scouting out classrooms for a study group and turned back to work.

Then he felt a sharp flick to the back of his ear followed by a chorus of immature laughter.

Justin couldn't stop the shout that left his lips at the surprising pain and he immediately whirled around to confront the three boys. He felt like he was in slow motion as he went, the world spinning and wavering around him as he stood to his feet.

Then everything snapped back as he gruffly said, “Hey, what's the big idea, pal...”

Justin was well over six feet tall and a solid two dollars and change in the weight department but he found all three of the young college guys looming over him, which made him suddenly wonder if he had misjudged them and they were all on the basketball team.

“Big idea,” the one in a t-shirt with the beer belly slapped his knee while he laughed.

“I can't get over the fact he just said 'pal',” chuckled the darker skinned guy in sweat pants.

The third one stood there with a smug smirk on his blocky face. His square jaw and thick brow were offset by soft brown hair flecked with blonde that fell down to his floppy looking ears. He reminded Justin of bullies in movies or tv shows about high school; rough and mean looking while still being handsome.

All of that would have been strange and frightening enough but as Justin stood there staring up at the trio, he couldn't help but notice that they were getting larger and larger. He craned his neck back and expected to see the ceiling breaking above them but instead he noticed that the ceiling was getting further and further away too.

“What the fuck?!” His voice cracked in fear and surprise as their voices grew deeper and louder, their laughter making his ears ring as he literally shrank down.

He found himself even with the middle guy's shin when a shudder went through his body and he stumbled.

“Damn, bro,” the chubbier of the three leaned forward, casting Justin in shadow while his blue eyes narrowed to take him in, “How did you get him down to the perfect size with one touch?”

The silent young man in the center shrugged his shoulders and then stepped forward.

Justin shouted in terror as the toe of the soft purple-and-green sneaker rushed toward him, which provoked another rumble of dark laughter above him. The sneaker crashed down beside him and he stared at the N sitting in the center, a little lower than his hip. He tried to shout but all that Justin could do was pant from the fear that gripped his chest.

Massive fingers wrapped around his body, pressing his clothes painfully tight against his skin before he was suddenly being hauled into the sky toward a backpack that looked like it could hold a couple of SUVs inside it.

The sudden disorientation made Justin want to vomit but he held the bile in check so he could smack his hands against the huge fingers and shout, “Stop this! Put me down! Let go of me!”

His frantic pleas only made the enormous giants laugh louder while he was held in front of the huge backpack. The Jansport logo had a patch stitched over it that bore the letters AXP that left Justin wondering what the hell 'axp' meant.

As he was shoved deep into the shadowy confines of the backpack though, it finally hit him.

They were Greek letters.

Alpha Chi Rho.

He had just been shrunk down and kidnapped by three fraternity brothers.

*

Kendall huffed as she sped from the law campus to the main campus.

She had been proud to go directly from undergrad to L1 until the first time she had to go the college's main library and been mistaken for a lost freshman by a friendly sophomore. It was better than someone thinking she was a high school kid who had wandered off from a tour but not by enough.

It didn't seem to matter how professionally she dressed for class either, if she got turned around on the sprawling main campus, someone would inevitably approach her and ask how she was enjoying her first year. Even when Kendall took it in stride and said something along the lines of 'I am really enjoying my first year of law school' the person would just politely nod like they hadn't heard her before giving her directions and reminding her about the campus's blue light app.

She wondered if a few years working in the real world would have changed anything.

Pictures she had seen of her mom and aunts in their late twenties looked little different than when they were teenagers though. None of them had really aged until they had kids and her youngest aunt who never had them was a testament to that fact; she was fifty-one and barely looked a day over thirty.

So there really had been no hope for her. If she hadn't wanted to not look like a freshman when she entered law school, she'd have had to wait until her late thirties or forties like some of her classmates had done. Of course, seeing how difficult it had been for some of them to get back into the rhythm of marathon study sessions, Kendall felt the indignity of being mistaken for someone too young to drink was probably worth it.

Especially since she was staring down her second all nighter for the week.

Torts was kicking her ass like no class ever had in her entire education and of course the one book that she desperately needed was already checked out of the law library. The librarian had told her she was in luck though, since it was published by a faculty member that meant there was a copy in the main campus branch's special collections.

It meant she'd be locked up in the same room where people used white gloves to handle centuries old books with only a few legal pads to work with but that was better than nothing.

Having already done this frustrating dance twice before, she knew that she wouldn't be allowed to bring any liquid into the room, which meant she needed to pound as much caffeine as her petite frame could handle on the way there. Her thumb was already shaking slightly from the Red Bull but she didn't care as she tapped in an order for an iced venti red eye with four shots into the Starbucks app. Kendall needed to be able to read and write as quickly as she could until they kicked her out of special collections and still have the energy to type everything up when she got back to her apartment.

Her order was confirmed and the ETA lined up perfectly with when she would arrive at the Starbucks that sat just opposite the undergraduate campus's library. Humming to herself, she hustled down the unfamiliar pathways as fast as she could with a backpack full of legal texts weighing her down.

Stepping into the bustling coffee shop, she rolled her eyes at the handful of people who were standing in the slow moving line and looking around as if they hadn't been to a Starbucks in the past four or five years before heading toward the mobile pick up area. Grabbing her towering cup from where it sat amid the PSLs and frappes, Kendall slammed a green straw into it and rushed out to an unoccupied table outside.

She barely registered the taste on her tongue as she sipped her coffee, her eyes were locked on the immense library across the street and her mind was already racing through the arguments and case studies that she would need to focus on if she wanted to get her paper done by morning.

“What I really need is, like, a tutor?”

“Oh my God, yes, that's such a good idea?”

The mixture of vocal fry and uptalking that came from the table next to Kendall rattled her caffeinated brain in a way she was certain no one could get used to. Glancing over, she saw two girls sitting beside her, swirling their straws through the deflating whipped cream that sat atop their drinks.

The girl with her back to her had long inky black hair tied up in a high ponytail with bright pink acrylics on her fingers that complemented the baby blue pastel hoodie she wore. Her long legs were wrapped in dark cargo pants that sagged down around a pair of pristine all white Air Force 1s with a slight lift to them.

Kendall glanced from the girl's Forces to her own, which had long ago become dirtied and tired looking in comparison. Even though she told herself it was because of law school that she hadn't found the time to clean them recently, she realized that she had barely touched up any of her shoes since before her LSAT prep. The sudden thought made her grimace as she realized how badly some of her boots and heels needed to be polished.

“Do you think anyone in the house is, like, good with this stuff?” The warbling fried sound of the other girl's voice drew Kendall's gaze back to the adjoining table.

The first unbidden thought that came to Kendall's mind was that the girl's glossy pink lips were too plump to not have any filler in them. The rest of her face was contoured enough to present a camera ready image to the world that she almost wished she had the time for. The girl's hair was also amazing, a perfect wet look that created a curtain of dark blonde ringlets that fell out of a black bucket hat and down across a sleek motorcycle racing jacket that was slightly too big to create a boxy look. The simple white tee and denim skirt beneath it came just to the edge of clashing with the jacket to create the kind of unique 'who gives a shit' style that made Kendall think of friends who had moved to New York City or Los Angeles. A pair of tall black cowboy boots with red and white trim that matched her motorcycle jacket were inexplicably the right pair of shoes to go with the whole outfit.

“No, probably not,” despite her dark haired friend's seemingly definitive response, she pitched her voice up just enough that it left room for interpretation.

The blonde let out a faint huff of annoyance before she angrily sipped on her drink and then her big dark green eyes looked up and caught Kendall watching the pair.

Sudden embarrassment over how much Kendall had been eavesdropping on the pair's conversation and judging them filled her petite frame. Turning her attention to her phone, she began to furiously study the stupid notifications that she rarely looked at it in an attempt to appear busy and disinterested.

Of course, no amount of pretending not to notice or care could combat the blonde's grating voice, “What about her? She looks smart.”

“Who?”

Kendall could hear the girl's weight shift in the seat before she giggled.

“I think she looks perfect.”

“Definitely.”

Sitting there, keeping her attention on her phone, she watched as dark shadows fell over her from the pair surrounding her table. Kendall definitely felt like a freshman again though not a freshman in college but a freshman in high school, hiding in the bathroom stall from the mean seniors who were smoking cigarettes outside while she was trying to take the quietest pee known to humankind.

“Hey, I know you were listening,” the blonde purred and her warm sunkissed fingers rubbed against Kendall's shoulder in an oddly comforting way, “It's ok...”

“Yeah, we just wanted to ask you a question.”

“Huh, oh,” Kendall felt suddenly lightheaded when she looked up from her phone, “Sorry, I...”

The blonde's plump lips were spread in a wide grin that showed her too-white teeth and her Asian friend stood beside her, her own grin covered by her hand as she giggled. Another wave of dizziness hit Kendall but when she tried to brace herself against the table, her hand missed it by a solid foot.

“What,” her voice cracked, “What's going on?”

The already tall girls were growing larger and larger in Kendall's vision while the seat she was on seemed to be stretching out in every direction. Stumbling about, Kendall barely managed to get to her feet when an enormous hand stretched across the sky to grip the back of the chair.

Everything shuddered and a great metallic clatter made her cover her ears in fright.

Both girls stood like skyscrapers over the chair, so incomprehensibly large that Kendall had difficulty processing that they were actual living beings and not strange statues. She pivoted from the enormous blonde whose soft looking tanned hand was stretching down toward her to the other girl who was watching the scene while swirling the straw of her frappe.

When the girl lifted her drink to her own plump red lips, Kendall got a clear view of the bright pink letters that were stretched across her chest: Gamma Phi Beta.

White acrylic nails pinched her by the back of her law school hoodie and Kendall screamed as her limbs flailed wildly in the open air.

“Goodbye, academic probation,” the blonde announced as she swung Kendall over an enormous cream colored Telfar bag, “And hello to my first slave...”

“Let's hope this little freshman is as smart as she looks,” the other girl boomed while Kendall descended into the dark depths of the fashionable bag.

Landing astride an enormous tampon, she cried out, “I'm in law school!”

But the bag's walls simply closed in above her and then there was a sharp thunderclap as the same white acrylics that had just plucked her up snapped a button into place.

*

“Guys like you are going to kill it in college,” Grant bitterly whispered to himself as he dumped the dirty mop water into the slop sink.

No matter how hard he had tried or begged, Grant had found himself slotted back into dining hall janitorial for his work-study again. He had hoped that it was a job that only unlucky freshman ended up with due to some arcane interview process but as it turned out, just like in the real world the best work-study positions were all about who you knew. Everyone he met who had an on campus job that didn't leave them reeking of chemicals and the sickly melange of unfinished dining hall fare had ended up with the gig thanks to a friend.

Thankfully it was his early day and that meant that he didn't need to do the post-dinner deep clean that left him bone tired and reeking of ammonia. He gave the bucket a quick rinse in the slop sink, wiped down a few patches of dirty water that had managed to splash over the sink's lip, and then wheeled the mop back into its proper place.

The dining hall's lead janitor, a heavy set guy with a pushbroom mustache and graying hair, gave him a thumbs up when he waved goodbye on his way to the back. Grant did wonder, considering how much the man had complimented him the previous year, if he had ended up back in the job at Armando's suggestion. He had even told the freshman when they started that they should be like Grant who was a 'good boy' and a 'diligent worker' which had made two girls, who had quit after the first and third weeks of the semester respectively, giggle in a very unflattering way.

It was bad enough being the guy who had to clean up crap spilled by hungover frat bros, it was somehow worse to be the best guy at.

Grant scrubbed himself as clean as the thin pink soap, which had been the standard at every school he had ever attended, would allow while doing his best to push the thoughts from his head.

His father had always told him that there were no small jobs, just small people.

Of course, when he asked his father if he had taken an on-campus job while in college, his dad had gone on about how great it had been to be a secretary in the admissions office, which was one of the first places at his university in the deep south to get air conditioning. When Grant had asked how he had managed that, his dad had sat there for a moment before snapping his fingers and announcing that it was thanks to a girl he had dated in his Freshman year. She had got him out of the misery of landscaping, which had basically meant hacking away at the kudzu invading campus.

Stepping out into the late afternoon sun, Grant fumbled with his vape pen and sighed.

He would have killed for a landscaping gig but apparently some alumni who made it rich thanks to green energy had donated a lot of money to ensure the campus would switch as much space over as possible to native flora that could grow wildly.

It made the campus a bright place that smelled of wildflowers and was filled with the faint buzzing of insects, which attracted birds and other creatures that cut down on pest species, but it meant that the landscaping was contracted out to a serious company that could maintain the prized rose garden and immaculate great lawn.

Not students like Grant driving around in a little cart filled with fertilizer and tulip bulbs.

Jobs off campus were even tougher and they didn't have to give a crap about your class schedule either. Taking another drag off his vape, Grant let the pleasant taste of smokeless weed roll across his tongue and fill his lungs.

Checking his phone, he realized that it was about time for the only silver lining about his job at the dining hall. Glancing west down the wide path that circled the older parts of campus, he caught sight of the same three sorority girls that he always saw running in the afternoon.

And thankfully it was still warm enough that their clothing was barely existent.

The biggest part of the lie that his life would really begin in college was that all the girls who wouldn't give him time of day in high school would suddenly be interested in him three months later when they arrived at the hallowed halls of some college campus.

Thinking about it now, he wondered how he could have really believed that because nothing magically changed about him either.

Grant was still just as awkward and uncoordinated as he had always been. He was still more interested in talking about his favorite Twitch streamers and D&D actual plays than whatever else was going on in the world. And no matter how many muscles he packed on between the gym and pushing a mop around, he was still pale with a touch of acne and curly hair that turned into a poofy unmanageable mess in any humidity, which meant every time he worked in the dining hall it turned into a curly cloud atop his head.

He had hoped that maybe the obvious life of success he was being set up for through his computer science major might make him look better but the tech industry had become so volatile over the past few years that he was wondering if it was the golden ticket he had been raised to believe. Besides, only the other guys in his computer science major seemed to care about how he got such high marks and what he might be planning to do after school. The girls he had met in the program were either already doing work as good as him and didn't want to hear from him or they were doing worse and definitely didn't want to hear from him.

So that meant all he really had in terms of a love life was the same thing he had in high school; watching girls go by and wishing he was the guy they were complaining about.

The three sorority girls he saw were almost always talking one girl through her latest fight with a guy, though Grant had no idea if it was the same guy or a different one week to week. He wondered how a girl with her soft dishwater blonde hair, big blue eyes, and cute features couldn't just find a better guy, which is why he figured it had to be different ones. Despite being the shortest of the three, and the one struggling the most given how she always seemed to be on the verge of tears, she was always pulling slightly ahead of the other two.

Grant often wondered what she sounded like when she wasn't about to cry, since she seemed to have a beautiful soprano voice.

The pair that ran with her were a true angel and devil on her shoulder.

The angel was a tall lanky girl with rich olive skin and thick dark tresses of hair that always bounced around her shoulders with every stride named Tiffany. Her warm alto always preached that Cassidy, the blonde girl with boyfriend troubles, should examine the situation from all sides, remember that her partner's emotions were valid, and find a way to reconcile. Despite how annoying Grant sometimes found her rambling on about love languages and attachment styles to be, he had to admit that it all sounded like Tiffany knew what she was talking about.

In contrast, the devil on Cassidy's shoulder was a redhead named Sadie who had gone from a one sided undercut to a fully shaved head at the start of the semester and it was now coming back in to a close pixie cut. Sadie almost always advocated for Cassidy to 'dump his ass' and reminded Tiffany that 'love languages were created by a deranged pastor' as she casually jogged beside them, the growing field of tattoos on her arms and legs dancing in the sunlight.

The conversations were always good but watching them run by in clingy athletic wear was even better.

Grant often found his thoughts wandering to the trio during his early shifts; guessing which of their workout clothes they'd be wearing, trying to imagine what Cassidy's crisis would be, and wondering just how sweaty they would get under the waning sunlight.

It was, somewhat embarrassingly because it was more than a little gross, the highlight of his day.

The first thing that Grant noticed was that Cassidy wasn't in the middle that day.

She was on the near side where Sadie normally jogged wearing hot pink shorts, pristine white and purple Asics, and a blue pastel shirt advertising last semester's 'Gamma Phi Beta-cue' that was two toned from perspiration. Tiffany ran on the far side in a matching blue set that paired well with the blue Adidas on her feet, long white crew socks stretched up her calves with the tops just beginning to be tinged with sweat. Sadie ran in the middle in her usual black crop top and black shorts with white ankle socks that barely crept out of her black and white Hokas on her feet.

“No one's saying you have to,” Cassidy's voice was for once not near tears and he found himself smiling as he realized that it was as bright and sweet as he always imagined.

“I kind of feel that's what you're both saying,” Sadie snapped.

“Well, almost everyone else in our rush class picked one out last semester. It's just you and...” Tiffany's warm alto rattled with nervousness, “Abigail.”

“It's really not a big deal...”

“I feel like it's a big deal.”

“But it doesn't have to be.”

Grant's eyes bounced across the trio as they talked, struggling to make sense of what they could be talking about. He assumed it was the obvious topic; that Sadie was having trouble picking a major. Something about that didn't sit right with him though, since the conversation seemed to be shockingly fraught.

“Fine! What about him then?!” Sadie's voice cracked with exasperation and Grant's eyes went wide as he realized she was pointing right at him.

“I mean, uh,” Cassidy stumbled over her words as she was forced to awkwardly stop because Sadie crossed directly in front of her, “Wait, really?”

Tiffany jogged a little further down while glancing in Grant's direction. Her dark eyes ran over him and she gave a shrug, “Sure, why not?”

Grant's blood was pounding in his ears as a girl he had watched run by almost every week for a year was coming right toward him. His tongue was dry and heavy in his mouth while he struggled to come up with something to say, something that would be cool and interesting and would actually work. All his sputtering brain managed was to raise his hand in a weak wave and go, “H-hey.”

And then she clocked him hard in the jaw.

The world spun and time seemed to stretch in slow motion while he heard Cassidy's soprano shriek in his ears.

Then he hit the hard concrete beside the dining hall and everything came into focus.

The ground quaked and his hand naturally rubbed the sore spot where Sadie's knuckles had connected with his jaw. “What the fuck,” he managed to say, unable to rise to his feet as the shaking seemed to only get worse.

The late afternoon sun was completely blotted out as the largest sneakers he had ever seen crashed down on his right. He stared at the running shoes and his throbbing jaw hung open in disbelief. He recognized the pristine white and purple pair as belonging to Cassidy but they looked to be as big as a car, which would make Cassidy-

His thoughts were interrupted by an even larger pair crashing behind him; the fading blue Adidas that belonged to Tiffany.

The world had finally stopped shaking as he glanced over to see two monstrous black and white Hokas sitting in front of him. His neck craned back to take in the pale milky white legs that rose up above them and then finally the annoyed looking redhead who was glaring down at him with her hands on her hips.

“Sadie, you didn't have to,” Cassidy's once high pitched voice now rumbled across the sky, still recognizably bright and femme but with a power Grant could have never imagined the petite blonde possessing.

“Are you even sure you want him?” Tiffany stared down with her arms crossed, like a Greek Goddess sitting in judgment of him.

“I thought it didn't matter who I picked,” Sadie replied snottily, as she started to bend down and her hand lifted off of her hip, “Everyone else already picked one, so I picked one.”

Grant's brain finally processed the enormous fingers swooping in around him and accepted the preposterous situation he found himself in: he had been shrunk to the size of an action figure.

He kicked at the huge fingers with all the fight he could muster as they closed in but then the hand pivoted and he watched the index finger balance against the thumb right before it snapped forward.

Grant found himself suddenly transported back to when he was eleven years old, his last year of peewee baseball, when one of the kids who also played in a league designed to train kids for college or even professional leagues took the mound. The kid had lost control of the sinker when it left his hand and had actually shouted 'duck' at Grant as it zoomed toward homeplate. The next thing that Grant could remember was just the intense pain that radiated across his chest after that and this was much the same.

He had no memory of Sadie's finger hitting his chest, just of skidding a few inches backwards while instinctively curling into a ball and clutching the spot she had struck.

“Whatever,” the redhead thundered, “It's done. I'll need a brand when we get back to the house.”

Grant was dimly aware of being lifted into the sky and shoved into a cramped dark space that reeked of sweat but he just remained curled into a ball, too terrified to do anything else.

“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.

Grant had to fight the urge to touch his chest as he lay in his fetid prison.

He had bounced along inside the dark slick world of Sadie's pocket as the girls finished their jog. Each stride felt like he was rocketing forward, braced against the hard wall of an enormous thigh, before he was suddenly freely swinging backward through the open air, only to be smacked again when Sadie continued forward.

It was the perfect kind of torture to keep him confused and off-balance but the worst part was that Grant doubted it was intentional at all.

When the sensation had finally slowed down and Grant desperately tried to piece together what was happening, he could hear the three girls talking about their day like it was any other. Doors had opened and shut while they complained about how thirsty and sweaty they were and then suddenly he was being yanked out into the light.

“Thanks, Summer,” his redheaded captor had thundered as she was handed something metallic by another gargantuan sorority girl who looked like she had just rolled out of bed. The giantess muttered something around an immense yawn before shutting the door to her room.

Grant had stared out at the vast house that began to blur by as Sadie strolled through it.

The spaces that she walked through with sweat slowly dripping down her milky skin were far more opulent than any dorm room he had been in. As she passed down a central staircase that could be best described as palatial, even if he wasn't viewing it from the size of a mouse, Grant realized that he had to have been inside the actual Gamma Phi Beta House on Sorority Row.

He remembered thinking that the mansion-like homes of the Sororities always looked far nicer than their Fraternity counterparts on the other side of campus, which while equally big and properly aged often looked to be in more desperate need of repairs. No matter what image they presented to the world though, Grant had always assumed that on the inside they would look like a normal house, if not downright dorm-like. Yet, Sadie was strolling through a place that looked like something out of a movie.

As the giant girl walked, her thumb began to run up and down Grant's body, making him squirm and yelp. He tried to shove against the powerful digit but that only made Sadie grunt in annoyance. The thumb pressed down harder and then dragged itself painfully across his chest. His shirt ripped and then half of it went fluttering through the air while her thumb pressed down against his legs. Grant tried to plead with the enormous redhead but as he looked up, he realized that her eyes weren't even on him.

She was tearing his clothes off through feel alone.

The thought made him go still and he looked away to avoid thinking about just how easily she could overpower him now. He turned his attention to the immense kitchen they passed through, which looked like it could comfortably be used by a small team of professional chefs.

A door opened onto a narrow staircase and the hint of must told him they were descending into a basement while the hollow sound that echoed from the carpeted steps below confirmed it. Sadie carried him through a finished basement that looked far more bare bones than the areas she had passed through above; the walls were primer coated sheet rock, the floor a plain red-brown carpet, and there were still a few exposed metal pillars to support the gorgeous mansion above.

The majority of the basement seemed to be some kind of rarely used game room. He spotted a pool table and a foosball table, both of which seemed to dwarf the campus's football stadium in his eyes, collecting dust in the center of the room. Sadie walked through an open door just past the foosball table and Grant was quickly dropped onto a neatly maintained desk while her hand grabbed a worn zippo lighter.

Grant had started to rise to his feet when he watched the redhead above him flip the lighter open and ignite it with practiced ease. The strange piece of metal in her other hand ran through the flame and as it started to turn cherry red, his body froze in terror.

The world shook as Cassidy and Tiffany stepped forward, both of them holding towels and shower caddies in their hands. “Wait, Sadie,” the blonde began, her booming voice wavering with nervousness.

Grant turned toward her, wondering what it was that the giant girl was trying to say.

And then he felt the worst pain of his life.

His body spasmed and flopped around as burning hot metal pressed against his chest. He could smell his own flesh cooking beneath the brand that was held against him. The little man was dimly aware of the gasps from the girls above but his vision wavered as he struggled to make sense of their vast countenances up in the heavens.

When the brand was pulled back with a sickening peeling noise, he could only lay there panting for air while his chest felt like it was still on fire.

“Fuck, it's crooked...”

The touch of Sadie's enormous finger near the wound made Grant involuntarily scream.

“That's why we normally tape them down,” Cassidy said softly.

“Well, Summer just gave me the brand...”

“I know she's your Big but Summer is kind of forgetful.”

“Just say that you think she smokes too much weed,” Sadie scoffed as she dropped the brand next to Grant with a clatter.

The vast wooden plateau shook as the girls walked off. The pain began to subside and Grant could feel his body stirring, the need to escape the horrifying living nightmare he found himself in mounting with every second.

And that's when Sadie's hand swept him back into the sky.

“You don't have walking around privileges yet, you little fuck,” was all she said as she dropped him into a dark tunnel.

Everything around him was soft and damp but it was only when his mind fully processed the smell that it hit him: Sadie had dropped him into her running sneaker. When he scrambled toward the light, despite the painful shocks that sent through his chest, he was met with a balled up white sock in his path. It squelched when his hands touched it and he recoiled back in disgust while somewhere outside Sadie's laughter rattled through the heavens.

Grant's chest continued to throb as he sat there, struggling to put together what had happened to him. No matter how many times he had played it over in his head though, it didn't make any sense. He had been standing there, minding his own business when a sorority girl had punched him without provocation and he found himself the size of an action figure on the floor.

A part of him wondered if he had somehow brought it on himself by watching them run by for the better part of a year. Maybe he did deserve to get popped in the mouth for ogling women. Grant had always felt a little guilty and creepy for it but he had never found the will to actually stop.

The more he thought about it though, the more he realized that the two were entirely unconnected. Sadie hadn't pointed to him in a 'how about that creep we all know' way, she had pointed him out because he was simply the nearest target.

Anybody who had stepped out to have a smoke at that moment would have ended up where he was: trapped in her shoe with an aching burn on their chest.

Laying there with the pain from the brand steadily dulling, Grant couldn't decide if the realization made him feel better or worse. On the one hand, it was good to know that none of the girls had ever noticed him staring. But on the other, that just drove home the obvious fact that he had been beneath their notice until Sadie had decided to shrink him on what appeared to be an annoyed whim.

“How does it even work...” he muttered, his fingers trailing his jaw once again.

One punch and he had wound up on the ground smaller than her foot.

It was clearly something they could all do, otherwise why would they have a brand? And why would Cassidy have said they normally taped people down?

“Holy shit, how long has this been going on...”

His mind raced as he wondered how many people over the years had been taken in the exact same way he had been. How many students that everyone thought had gone missing or simply dropped out of school for some legitimate reason had actually been victims of someone like Sadie? And if they could continue to shrink people when they left school then that would mean that there were potentially hundreds or thousands of 'missing' people who were trapped in some woman's shoe just like he was.

Grant shook harder and harder, his body naturally curling up into the fetal position as fear coursed through his veins. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Then he felt everything around him start to shake and he could make out the trio's familiar voices through the walls of Sadie's sneaker. Even with the fabric walls of the shoe muffling them, he realized that their voices still boomed like thunder to him.

“-mixer was canceled tonight, right?” Sadie's voice was the loudest, presumably because she was standing somewhere close to his prison.

“Yeah, and Leslie's apparently pissed about it,” Tiffany's voice rumbled in the distance.

“Why?” Cassidy's bright soprano sounded almost as far away as Tiffany's.

“You know how she is, as our Pan Hellenic rep she really believes in all the sisterhood stuff.”

“Whatever,” Sadie boomed, “The question is whether or not we should go to Fight Night at the Alpha Chi house instead.”

Even though Grant couldn't see it, he knew that the suggestion had made the other two girls suddenly grow still and quiet. Which meant that his heart was practically in his throat as he realized that 'fight night' probably didn't mean 'watching an MMA tournament on pay-per-view.'

“Sadie, we're not allowed to-”

“I know!” The redhead scoffed, “I wouldn't want to do that anyway. I need someone to clean my shoes after I go to shows. But it's still fun to watch...”

“I think it's a little barbaric,” Cassidy said softly, “And besides, I have a paper to work on.”

“Fine, what about you, Tiff?”

“Can't, a cappella tonight.”

“You two are no fun,” Sadie's voice grew louder and Grant's prison suddenly shook.

His eyes snapped toward the vast cotton ball blocking his view as the girl's powerful fingers pulled it free. Light and fresh air flooded into the narrow tunnel and Grant couldn't stop his body from scrambling toward it, which meant that he dove right into the giant girl's waiting fingers.

“Aw, did ya miss me while I was gone, ya little fuck?” Sadie giggled as she plucked him free of his prison and yanked him high up into the air.

Grant's eyes went wide as plaid pillars raced by, followed by a billowy black button up that was crossed with neon green lines. He found himself dangling in front of Sadie's bright blue eyes with his stomach feeling like it was somewhere on the ground far below him.

Her sneaker clapped against the carpet below and her pink lips twitched into a smirk when he flinched in response. “I'm Sadie,” warm minty breath washed over Grant as she lowered him to hang at jaw level, “But you can call me Mistress or Master or Goddess or whatever will remind you that I'm the one in charge here.”

Grant nodded his head rapidly, his whole body shaking as he whimpered, “I-I-I know...”

“You know what?” A thin red eyebrow arched with the question.

“I-I I meant that, I, uh,” Grant coughed around the lump in his throat, “That I knew yo-your name.”

“Yeah?” Her free hand reached down and a plastic wrapper on her desk rustled. She brought two peanut M&M's, both of which were slightly bigger than Grant's head, to her mouth and popped them in. Her bright white teeth smashed the candy apart and he could do nothing but stare at the way the food was torn apart in her maw as she spoke, “What'd we have a class together or something?”

Grant shook his head and his mouth kept going even though he knew it was a terrible idea, “N-no, I just, you all would always run by the dining hall...”

Her face scrunched together in distaste and she popped another M&M into her mouth, “Ew, what were you? Some kind of cringy little pervert?”

“NO!” He could feel the heat rising in his little body, “No, I promise, I just saw you all and heard you talk to each other. It gets boring working in the dining hall...”

“Yeah,” she cracked a fourth piece of candy between her molars loud enough to make him flinch, “Sure.”

“Please,” he whimpered, “I'm telling you the tru-”

“So here's how it's going to go, perv,” Sadie thundered over him while his body rapidly descended to her desk. “I'm going to institute a simple three strike policy for you. First strike, I just make you smaller. Second strike, you get to spend the day in time out with my toes. Third strike, you're out and I squash your bug-sized ass.”

Stumbling on the wood of her desk, all Grant could think was that being punished more severely each time didn't really feel like baseball but a single glance up at Sadie's firmly set face was enough to keep him silent. He nodded his head, “Y-yes, ma'am.”

“Ew, don't call me 'ma'am',” she sneered while sliding rings onto her fingers, “I'd rather be called, like, 'boss' than that.”

Grant nodded his head fervently, “Yes, boss.”

A surprisingly bright and genuine laugh echoed out and the giant girl shook her head, “Ok, I actually love that. From now on, that's the only thing I want you to call me.”

He could feel his knees grow weak and he dropped down to his knees while weakly nodding, “Yes, boss...”

Another musical giggle thundered across the sky as she bent down toward the floor.

Metal jingled below but Grant cast his gaze to the rest of the room in an attempt to see how her roommates were reacting to the strange scene. The room's furniture seemed to be an eclectic collection of pieces the sorority clearly didn't want displayed in the rest of the house; old white metal bed frames, pink trimmed wooden armoires, and three mismatched old writing desks along with more modern conveniences like a mini-fridge, microwave, and two dressers on Cassidy and Tiffany's sides of the room. All of it clashed with the barebones wall and cheap carpet but even with his current size distorting everything, Grant figured the room was far bigger than any triple that could be had on campus.

Tiffany was apparently already gone to her a cappella group, leaving only Cassidy seated at her desk. The girl had changed into a loose pair of jeans, a plain blue t-shirt, and matching blue socks with pink hearts on them. Pink noise cancelling headphones sat over her ears, which meant that his humiliating conversation with Sadie hadn't been overheard by the now gargantuan blonde.

Movement on the floor near the girl's feet drew Grant's gaze and he let out a faint yelp when he saw another shrunken man standing on the floor, gently tugging on the hem of her pants. His brand was planted vertically across his back, each letter now a dull white against his pale olive skin.

Cassidy looked away from her laptop and pulled her bulky headphones back from her ears, “Are you done with my sneakers already?”

“Yes, Miss!” The shrunken man's voice was weak in Grant's ears despite him yelling, “Did you want me to work on the flats you wore today or a different pair?”

“Hmm,” she tapped her chin in thought and then smiled, “I think I'll wear my pink converse later and probably tomorrow too, so make sure they're just perfect, ok?”

The little young man nodded fervently and then pressed his face against against the arch of her foot, “Yes, Miss!”

“Thaaaaanks,” she stretched out the word cutely while sliding her headphones back on, her attention already on her own work rather than the shrunken man.

Grant watched in horror as his counterpart jogged away from the girl to the underside of her bed, where he could just spy shoes lined up in neat rows. His head snapped across the room toward Tiffany's side, where a young woman was busy lapping away at the dirty soles of the giant girl's running sneaker.

His stomach churned and he doubled over, disgust and horror warring within his belly as he tried to process what he had just seen.

Then a thick metal chain looped twice around his waist before he heard a faint click.

“Wh-what?” Grant stammered while gripping the chain and then staring up at Sadie's retreating fingers.

“I told you, dude,” the redhead boomed as she stood up, her waist now higher than it had been when she first set him down, “You don't have walking around privileges yet.”

Grant watched as she unclipped a long chain that hung between two of the belt loops on her plaid pants and brought it down toward him. He tried to stumble to his feet and get away but her enormous hand moved faster than should've been possible for its size.

A metallic click echoed at his waist and then he was being dragged toward the edge of her desk.

“C'mere, you'll have to stay in my pocket till we get to Alpha Chi...”

With a flick of her wrist, Grant was suddenly swinging through the air, the world little more than a blur. He bounced and spun about with his stomach threatening to revolt, all while Sadie's laughter rang around him.

“Man, I should've gotten one of you things ages ago,” she boomed while he was hoisted up into the sky and then stuffed into the dark interior of her pocket for the second time that day.

Justin struggled to right himself amid the books and laptop that sat in the bag with him but every step the enormous frat boy took shook his world. Grunting at the bottom of the bag, he slumped down and admitted defeat.

It sounded like something out of a bad fantasy story. Three rich frat kids had walked up, turned into giants, and stuffed him into a bag for who knows what reason.

Sitting there with his arms crossed, Justin figured it wouldn't be good.

A grimace came to his face as he wondered if it was a sex thing. Lots of people got off on being dominating and from what little he knew about fraternities, he figured anyone who went through the sort of hazing they put each other through came out the other side of it with a bunch of kinks that would make a whore blush. His stomach churned at the thought of being the bitch to the brutish looking punk that had picked him up like an action figure.

Just being tied up and beaten would have been bad enough but then he thought about how big the young man's cock would be. His heart pounded in his chest and his whole body shuddered at the thought of staring up at some college kid's big smelly cock.

And it would definitely be smelly.

He remembered what his hygiene had been like at nineteen or twenty and the thought of that being amplied tenfold at his newfound size made him retch a little.

Justin had driven by the frat houses loads of times and nothing about the way they looked told him he was about to end up somewhere nice. Those boys probably lived in a sty that while clean enough to avoid attracting vermin would still reek of sweat, stale beer, and day old pizza. The only upside that he figured was that the house would have enough holes in the wall and other problems brought on from lack of maintenance that he might be able to hatch an escape plan before things got too bad.

Nodding his head, Justin figured that the idiot would probably get drunk enough that very night or at some point over the weekend that he'd be able to get away from him sooner rather than later. He figured he'd just have to play along for a little bit and then he'd be able to get out and find some help. Whatever the frat bros had done to him, there had to be a way to reverse it and once that happened...

A part of Justin wanted to believe that he'd bring a crew of his friends and drinking buddies over to beat all these frat brothers senseless. It was what they deserved, and more than a few of them probably needed a good ass kicking just on principle, but then he thought of how easily the kid had turned him into an action figure.

Storming the fraternity might just result in him and every guy he brought with him being the size of ants at the feet of enormous frat bros. At that size none of them would stand a chance beneath the fancy sneakers the kids were wearing.

One step and they'd all be dead.

The thought made Justin curl up a little tighter in the bottom of the bag and that's when he made a decision: if he somehow made it out of this alive and got back to his original size, he'd just go back to his regular life. He'd quit his job because he didn't want any chance of stepping foot on the college's campus again. Hell, Justin realized that he might need to move to a different town or state, since he doubted any of the guys who kidnapped him would want to risk him blabbing about it to anybody else. Even living a normal life would be a big risk but he figured that it was the only one worth taking.

Of course, a lot would have to go right before he ever got to that.

Justin was so deep in his own thoughts that he hadn't even realized that the world outside had grown a little quieter. The thunder of other students, passing cars, and sounds so distorted by his size that he couldn't make sense of them had dulled considerably.

“Gonna finish up some problem sets before tonight, what about you?”

“Eh, think I'm just going to play some Fortnite,” the giant voice of his captor rumbled through Justin's prison, the power behind it making his eyes go wide.

Three more world shaking strides rattled the backpack before it was suddenly swinging through the open air. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming and grabbed the sides of the bag when it came to a harsh stop. A low chuckle rolled outside as the pack was slowly lowered to the ground.

His head snapped up to where the zipper was already peeling back.

There was no taunting or menacing laugh, simply a hand coming down into the darkness of his prison. Justin started to rise to meet it, desperate to show the huge bastard that he wasn't a pushover but then the fingers were already wrapping around his body and yanking him skyward.

No matter how much he wanted to punch or kick the huge digits, his limbs were pinned against his body inside the enormous fist. The giant kid's narrow messy room was nothing more than a blur before he found himself descending into a stainless steel cage with a red plastic bottom, like the kind you'd buy for a hamster except there were no wood chips to soften his landing.

He grunted when he hit the hard plastic and scrambled up to his feet to see the giant's hand already shutting the cage door above his head. The bars rattled around him and he looked up at the frat boy's immense chest to his distant disinterested face.

“What?” The single word was spat out from the gargantuan guy's big lips, less question than challenge.

“L-look,” Justin's voice started to shake as soon as he spoke. Staring up at the wide field of dark green fabric that was the kid's polo shirt, the smaller man was painfully aware of just how much bigger the fraternity brother was now.

For a moment he felt like a little kid again and then seeing the same hand that had just held him pick up an xbox controller, it hit Justin that he had no real comparison for his current size. He wasn't like a little kid, he was small enough to be a kid's toy and in comparison to a fully grown man that made him something that could be accidentally broken by a misplaced step.

The xbox hummed to life beside him and a television hanging on a wall overhead blazed to life as the giant slumped down into a chair, not even bothering to toss aside the hoodie that was slung over the back.

The immense chair creaked from the frat boy leaning back in it and then swinging his feet high up into the air. The New Balance sneakers that had almost plowed Justin over flew into view before smashing down right in front of the cage.

The soles were a mixture of white, dark green, and an icy blue, none of which showed any particular wear. The young man's feet were big enough that they effectively eclipsed the entire world for Justin, and he could only catch glimpses of the young man when they began to sway back and forth.

He just stood there, stunned as the sounds of Fortnite began to echo out from the television above. The young man had obviously found his single weak and wavering word to not be worth his time and that made Justin slump down like he had just been punched hard in the gut.

“What the fuck...” he muttered to himself while staring down at his own callused hands and muscular body.

A strange emptiness grew in his chest as he tried to connect what his own body looked like to how the young man reacted to him. His head began to feel light and dizzy while he struggled with the reality that he wasn't over six feet tall anymore and the shadow that was falling over him wasn't from a tree or building but some other guy's feet.

He looked back up at the well cared for sneakers and on closer inspection he noticed bits of dirt marring them as well as a pebble buried in a deep pocket near the heel. It wasn't difficult for him to imagine was they would look like if the giant stepped on him; blood splattered across the tread with his own bones and guts wedged in the ridges of the sole.

“Oh God,” another wave of nausea rolled over him and he leaned forward, letting his head hang between his knees, “It's gonna be ok...”

His own words rattled around in his skull as he sat there, struggling to gain control of his tightening chest and dizzied head. The nausea slowly ebbed out of him, then his chest loosened enough for him to take a deep breath, and finally he felt like he had his head on right again.

Rising up from the floor, he blinked when he saw that the light coming through the window had turned a burnt orange. The sneakers had pulled away and the giant fraternity brother was no longer playing video games but tapping away at his phone with a faint smirk on his face. In the distance, Justin could hear a low continuous rumble from below, as if lots of people were talking at once.

Without warning, his young captor rose to his feet and began to move about the room. Each one of his footfalls shook the dresser that Justin's cage sat on and rattled the bars, knocking the shrunken man back down to his backside without any effort. He watched as the boy slid his phone into his pocket then picked up the errant pieces of laundry that were strewn across the room and deposited them into an already full laundry basket.

A pizza box on his desk was quickly broken down and stuffed into a blue recycling bin where cans crumbled beneath the giant's careless shoving. He straightened out the deflated comforter on his twin bed while crossing back to Justin's cage with a wide grin on his face.

Justin rose to his feet as the frat boy loomed over him, his dark eyes raking over his body like he was appraising him. Balling his fists together to keep from flinching, Justin jutted out his chin and stared up at the younger man, “Look, kid-”

“Good,” his powerful voice rolled over Justin's words, “I was starting to worry you were a fucking pussy.”

The shrunken man stumbled like he had been shoved about while the cage rattled and the fingers wrapped around him again. “Wh-what...” he managed before the air was shoved from his lungs by the enclosing fist.

The giant was already on the move, wrenching open the door to his room and closing it behind him. The roar of a sizable crowd echoed through the hallway and grew louder with each of the young man's world shaking steps.

Justin couldn't stop the way his heart began to pound and his body began to squirm at the terrifying noise. With every one of his captor's strides, the crowd grew louder and louder and he could start to make out distinct voices among them.

From the giant's hip, Justin had a bird's eye view of the party as they descended the staircase.

Despite what the noise made him think there were only forty or so people clustered in the fraternity's foyer and a large room that sat beside it. Men and women stood around sipping from solo cups while occasionally glancing toward the center of the room.

Justin struggled to see what was drawing their attention but all he could make out was a large white board against a wall with what looked like some kind of betting odds listed on it. He struggled to make sense of it while his captor entered the crowd and his view became nothing but a forest of legs and butts.

The giant slowed down slightly and Justin watched his immense hand come up to squeeze a taut buttcheek encased in a white leather skirt. Craning his neck back, he could see a young woman with short dark hair and sharp angular features turn to confront the young man, only for her face to go from angry to excited.

“Hey, Emma,” the giant boomed, a grin on his face.

“You're such a fucking creep, Aiden.” Her high pitched voice reverberated in Justin's ears, making it sound bassier than it actually was.

“Yeah but you fucking love it...” He laughed, squeezing her ass once more as he started to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I gotta get signed in.”

Justin's whole world spun about as his captor used him to gesture toward the center of the room.

“Oh wow, I didn't know you had a new one already.”

“I can't let Bryce have all the glory now can I?”

“I guess not...”

Justin's breath became quicker and quicker as the giant started to move once more. A terrifying possibility began to fill his mind and the further they got into the much larger room, the more certain he became that it was the only logical explanation.

Ahead of him, the crowd parted around an immense table.

Except it wasn't exactly a table.

It reminded Justin of a set-up he had seen at the local gaming store when he did his deliveries there. The place took up two storefronts in a strip mall, one half was a convenience store where he figured the bulk of their sales came from and the rest was devoted to miniatures and card games and stuff like that. Most of their tables were chest high, so people could stand around them while playing their make-believe wars, but there had been one table that was essentially a sandbox on stilts. The owner had been very proud of it, having designed it himself to provide a 'more realistic' experience for the people that gamed there. Justin had nodded along at the time while watching two middle school kids push futuristic looking tanks up small sand hills and argue about visibility.

Now he was looking at the same concept, though with far less sand, but all around it were individual cages, holding people his size.

His captor lifted up the roof of an empty cage and held him up toward the white board.

The chubby giant who had been there when he shrank grinned and gave a thumbs up, “Tournament or melee?”

“Just the big melee,” Aiden rumbled while his hand opened up.

Justin shouted in fear and his limbs flailed before he crashed onto the chicken wire below with a grunt. Struggling to catch his breath, he lifted his head up to see his enormous captor handing a wad of twenties over to the other giant.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered to himself, scrambling up onto his feet, “They're going to make us...”

Snapping his head to the two cages on either side of him, he saw one was empty but the other contained a wiry looking college kid who was naked except for a loincloth clearly made from an old t-shirt.

“Ladies and gentleman,” roared the frat boy who was taking he bets, “First fight is about to start! Betting for the first fight is closed.”

The enormous crowd surged closer and Justin found himself in the shadow of his gigantic captor and the girl whose ass he had grabbed moments earlier. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she giggled, her white leather skirt matched a tight white corset top that strained to contain her perky breasts as she pressed them against the giant. Her hand ran up and down his chest before her dark eyes glanced down toward him, “Do you think he's good?”

Aiden glanced down at him and smirked, “Good enough.”

A cheer overpowered every other sound and forced Justin to cover his ears.

He knew he didn't want to know what had provoked the cheer but he also had to know what was happening. Turning toward a space which he now realized was a miniature gladitorial arena, he saw two young women busy wrestling in the dirt.

An angry looking blonde with her hair shaved close to her head was straddling a dark skinned girl and throttling her neck. Justin stepped forward, too horrified to look away and as a scream for mercy began to crawl up his throat, the girl beneath the blonde kicked out her leg and got enough leverage to bring her elbow up with tremendous speed and force.

Blood splattered through the air, the blonde staggered back, and another ear shattering cheer erupted from the crowd.

The pair were now both on their feet and grappling each others shoulders, desperately trying to send the other down into the sand once again. They clapped their hands against each others ears between attempts to move into other holds but neither seemed to be able to make much headway.

Until the blonde reached up and grabbed the cluster of locs tied up at the back of the other girl's head. A painful scream erupted from the girl as she was pulled to the ground by her own hair. The blonde released her just before she could tumble down with her and she regained her footing by stamping down on her opponent's chest.

The blonde kept hammering away with her heel, while her opponent writhed and coughed on the floor. As spit began to fly from the girl's thick lips and her hand smacked against the sand like a wrestler tapping out, Justin finally managed to pull his gaze away from the fight.

He found himself staring up at the enormous spectators.

All of them were the same age as the girls in the arena, meaning most of them were college kids who weren't even old enough to drink. Their faces were a strange mix of blemishless and acne ridden, they ran the gamut from thin to heavy, short and tall, and any other descriptor you could imagine. Yet, he knew one thing about them all for certain; they were all well off to be in a fraternity or a sorority.

Every one of them was dressed nice. The ones who weren't were still wearing sweats with designer labels and when he looked down at their feet he saw the same kind of limited run sneakers that his captors had been wearing that afternoon. He spied one girl that stood out; a redhead with short hair who looked like she would be more at home in the pit of a punk venue than a frathouse.

But even she was wearing clothes that were clearly high end and he doubted the jewelry adorning her body was cheap. Especially when he saw the shrunken young man dangling off the end of a chain connected to her pants. She kept giving the tiny man slack, dangling him down until he was below the vast stage of the arena and then pulling him back up, completely unconcerned with the way that it made him flop about.

It was clearly a nervous habit and that made her prisoner nothing more than a fidget toy.

More cheers went up through the crowd, and the chubby giant's voice thundered on but Justin's ears were ringing so hard that he wasn't sure if a winner was beinging announced or if another fight was starting.

This time he kept his back to the arena and walked away from the front of his cage.

He walked toward the far side and found himself face to crotch with his captor, Aiden.

A growing bulge sat before him and it made Justin's knees wobble in fright as he took in the dimensions of the young man's package. He knew that the shape of the jeans was distorting what was going on inside but his worst fears felt like they were confirmed as he stared at it with wide eyes.

Dainty feminine fingers entered Justin's field of vision and he looked up to see Emma's hand playing across Aiden's stomach, rubbing and patting it while she cuddled a closer to him. Justin looked up to see that her bright blue eyes weren't on the fight but on him, her thin glossy lips stretching in a big toothy smile.

Her hand leapt from the giant's chest to the walls of his cage, rattling it while her mouth formed the word 'Boo' high above in the heavens.

The whole world shook and Justin stumbled back, which provoked a laugh from the girl and drew Aiden's attention. With his ears ringing from the booming crowd, Justin couldn't make out what was being said but he could tell from their faces that it was a teasing conversation about him.

Emma was making her case for why she should be allowed to toy with Justin and to the tiny man's surprise, Aiden was admonishing her for it. He would've expected the young man to not care at all about what the girl did but there he was, calmly pulling her hand back and giving it a gentle squeeze. She pouted up at him and he bent down and kissed her as an apology, which made the tension melt away from her almost instantly.

Justin felt like his head was spinning while he struggled to make sense of it all; the horrible violence happening behind him, the bloodlust of the enormous college kids, and the strange behavior of his captor.

As Aiden and Emma finally came up for air, both of them taking long pulls from the red plastic cups in their hands, the cage around him rattled.

The world suddenly came into sharp focus despite the roar of the gigantic crowd, and Justin turned to find his door wide open. The giant frat brother who served as the emcee for the horrific event was thundering over his fellow giants, “And now we enter the main event for the evening, folks! The Grand Melee...”

Justin wanted to remain exactly where he was standing but a single glance over his shoulder showed Aiden's dark eyes narrowing in frustration. With fear creeping up his spine, he took several shaky steps out into the vast arena.

Seven other competitors entered with him, two of which looked just as terrified and confused as he did while the remainder were all battle hardened. The sand crunched beneath Justin's work boots but he also heard the occasional squelch as he stepped further into the pit from the dark splotches of blood and sweat that remained from the previous fights.

Enormous college kids towered over the walls of the gladitorial arena, all of them hungry for the shrunken people to spill blood while they guzzled down cheap beer and jungle juice.

“FIGHT!”

The single word made all of the shrunken people leap into action, some of them running as far from the others as possible while others immediately jumped at each other.

The wiry kid who had been trapped in the cage next to him came diving at Justin's midsection like a bullet. He twisted away but was too slow to completely dodge the attack and the kid clipped his hip, sending him stumbling.

Cursing, he managed to hop over the now prone kid and get a little distance between them, only for a musclebound and entirely naked gladiator to rush in from behind him. He brought up his guard just in time to get pummeled along his arms while his first attacker jumped to his feet and came at both of them. The naked guy took a punch to the kidney without even blinking, while Justin staggered away from the two.

All over the field, fights had broken out.

One was already clearly decided; a terrified newbie like him had fallen victim to one of the more experienced fighters. The veteran straddled their wailing form, pounding away without any remorse before a shadow grew around them.

An enormous hand lifted the veteran, who kicked and growled in response, while another scooped the bloodied person off of the sand. Justin began to breathe a sigh of relief before he watched the seasoned fighter get lowered back into the ring and released with a booming laugh from his giant master.

The vet immediately raced across the field toward the far side, where the other newly shrunken victim was desperately trying to scramble up the wall. Every time he started to make progress, a long French manicured nail would come down and shove the shrunken man back into the dirt. Justin followed the long delicate finger past a diamond tennis bracelet, up a long arm and to the grinning face of a clearly drunk girl. She was laughing while her boyfriend loomed over her, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear every time the shrunken man recovered.

Only when the more experienced fighter closed in did the gigantic frat bro pull his girlfriend's hand out of the ring while both of them laughed. They didn't even watch as the shrunken man was savaged below them and they stepped aside without batting an eye to let the respective giants of the fighters separate the pair.

Justin felt his chest tighten as he took in the carnage around him, all of it broken up by giant hands that swept down from the heavens to carry away broken and bruised men and women.

“Oh shit!” A fake warning siren rang from the announcer's phone, “We're down to half our competitors! You know what that means!”

The whole world began to shake as the giant spectators closed in, stamping their feet or pounding fists against the walls. Justin pivoted about, struggling to make sense of the voices thundering around him. He craned his neck back to look at the flapping lips and a shiver went down his spine.

They were all chanting 'weapons' over and over.

White plastic cutlery flew across the sky and Justin threw his hands up to protect himself as it scattered around him. The other three gladiators rushed for the weapons while Justin backed away.

The wiry kid who had been in the cell next to him was gone and instead the nearest fighter was the bloodied bruiser who must have sent his neighbor packing. He picked up a fork that had most of the handle removed like it was a spear and the bowl of a spoon to serve as his shield before turning toward Justin.

“Oh shit,” he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief, “Look, kid, we don't have to do this...”

The bruiser stalked forward with every muscle on his naked body pressing against his taut skin.

Stumbling over a knife that had been broken down into something like a sword, Justin wondered if the kid coming toward him had always been well built or if he had been trapped in this horrific nightmare for years.

Desperate for a weapon, Justin bent for the sword and that's when the bruiser charged him.

“Oh fuck!”

He rolled forward and stumbled slightly from his grip on the sword.

The fork flew through the air above him and he screamed while he thrust the weapon in his hands up.

Warm liquid splattered across his face and a grunt echoed above him.

“Holy shit, no, no, no...”

His eyes went wide and he saw crimson blood staining the white plastic of his 'sword', which he had driven deep into his opponent's guts. The bruiser staggered backward, his spear and shield clattering to the sand, before he slowly looked down at the sword sticking out of his flat stomach. A look of shock passed over his face, and Justin shuddered as he realized just how young the gladiator across from him was.

The boy fell over onto his back, his chest rising in slow shallow breaths.

“Oh fuck you, Aiden,” came a whiny voice as a pale hand descended from the heavens, “Your guy just got so damn lucky...”

“It's not luck,” Aiden thundered while Emma cheered and kissed the giant on the cheek. The giant's dark eyes settled on Justin and he smirked, “I pick winners.”

Justin rose to his feet and saw that both of the other competitors were being lifted out of the arena by giant hands. Both of the shrunken gladiators had white plastic forks and knives sticking out of their bodies, their fight having ended in the bloodiest of possible draws.

“And that is it for Fight Night, folks! Meet me to collect your bets and enjoy the rest of your night here at Alpha Chi Rho...”

Fingers wrapped beneath Justin's armpits and he went utterly slack in response to the carnage that he had just witnessed. Only as he was dangled over an empty solo cup that reeked of sugar and vodka did he realize that it wasn't Aiden's hand gripping him but Emma's.

“I know I'm going to enjoy the rest of my night at Alpha Chi Rho...” She purred as she dropped him into the cup and then stretched to kiss Aiden along the jaw.

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.

Justin sat at the bottom of the cup, his knees pulled up to his chest and his whole body shaking.

Overhead, the world was nothing more than a blur of enormous college kids circling around his kidnapper's date. Every time he glanced up at the girl and saw her richly tanned skin and bright white clothes, he was reminded of the plastic 'sword' he had plunged into some kids guts.

His stomach churned while he tried to tell himself that it had been an accident.

He had been fighting for his life in that stupid arena and if it hadn't been that kid, it would've been him. Still, even with that truth firmly in his head, Justin couldn't stop his hands from shaking at the terrible thought that he had killed someone.

A part of him wanted to believe that if the demented frat boys who had designed this hellish sport could shrink people than they might be able to bring people back from the brink of death. The rest of him said that even if that were true, that these enormous entitled pricks actually had power over life and death, that was no reason to believe they'd use it to save guys like him.

The guys they pitted against each other for no other reason than their own amusement.

His ears rang from the booming voices of the dozens of giant people that remained in the fraternity house after the fight. High above, Justin could see the punk who captured him lining up a shot in beer pong.

Every time he sank a ball into his opponent's cup, Justin's whole world would shake from the giant girl hopping up and down with excitement. He simply curled up even further into the bottom of the cup, unconcerned with the sticky jungle juice that was clinging to his blood stained work clothes.

His prison suddenly shifted and he looked up to see the girl's glossy lips growing larger and larger. Beyond them, Justin could see perfectly straight gleaming white teeth, each one glistening with saliva and looking sharper than he ever imagined a tooth could be.

“Wha-what the fuck?!”

The cup started to pitch forward, making him smack down against the plastic wall before everything suddenly stopped. Her lips were replaced with an arched eyebrow and an enormous blue eye before her laugh filled his plastic prison.

“Oh right, your new little dude is in there...” She boomed absentmindedly before the cup was lowered away from her face.

This time, instead of hanging at her hip, Justin's prison was set down on a solid surface, which rattled faintly from the gigantic college kids walking around nearby.

“She couldn't have...” Justin muttered to himself, rising uneasily to his feet.

He was surprised to find that he was taller than the solo cup by a solid head or more but he immediately crouched down when he took in the sight around him. The girl had set him down on the edge of the pong table, beside a growing stack of cups that had already been downed by his enormous captor.

Aiden.

Justin still couldn't believe that he had been shrunk and kidnapped by someone named Aiden.

The giant young man towered over the world, his dark eyes narrowing while he lined up his next shot. On the far side of the table was another enormous young man that Justin hadn't seen earlier, he wore an aloha shirt but hadn't bothered to button it so he could show off his washboard abs to everyone in view. A terrified young woman sat inside of the shirt's pocket, watching the proceedings with wide eyes.

Feminine fingers reached out and pulled the girl from the giant's pocket. Justin watched as she was lifted up into the sky to dangle over a giant sorority girl's lips. She pleaded, kicked her legs, and sobbed but that only seemed to make the larger girl open her mouth wider.

Aiden took his shot and sank it into the last cup that stood on the opposite side of the table.

“Fuck me!” Roared the giant with the abs. He turned to glance at the girl beside him and snarled, “What the hell are you doing, Trish?”

The little girl was wrenched from the giantess's fingers with another scream and then stuffed into the giant's shorts pocket. The giant girl stamped her foot and fumed ushering in a whispered conversation that did nothing to hide either of the pair's growing anger.

“Oh my God, Aiden, you're on a streak tonight,” boomed the brunette as she returned to the table while gulping down her drink.

Aiden poured the remainder of his beers into a single cup and then tapped it against hers, “Are you giving my new prize fighter a jungle juice bath?”

She giggled and took another sip before shaking her head, “No, I was just starting to get a little bored waiting for you to be done showing up all your brothers...”

“Oh yeah?”Aiden's cup thunked down next to Justin and the smell of lukewarm beer filled his nostrils. He watched the giant's enormous hand rise up and grip Emma at the waist, pulling her closer, “What else did you have in mind?”

“Well, you have a new little guy,” she kissed the nape of his neck and then leaned in, her words still clear in Justin's ears despite the fact that she was whispering, “I figured we could... break him in.”

Justin's eyes went wide when he heard the phrase and he immediately stumbled backwards, bumping into the edge of the cup. His whole prison wobbled about, prompting a terrified shout from him, which only drew the eyes of the titanic couple above him.

Aiden's powerful hand suddenly formed a canopy that blocked out the whole world and the cup was steadied. The shrunken man couldn't stop himself from crouching down, his eyes locked on the slight calluses that lined the giant's palm, no doubt brought on by lifting weights in the gym rather than any sort of actual labor. Aiden's hand drifted away to pick up his beer and bring it to his lips high overhead.

The giant's throat flexed as he downed the cup's contents, thin streams of beer dribbling down his chin. When he finally lowered the now empty cup, he opened his mouth wide and produced a powerful belch that made Justin cringe with disgust and a slight stirring of fear at the way his cup seemed to rattle with the burp.

“Ew, Aiden,” Emma whined but she didn't actually pull away from the giant. Instead her dainty fingers reached up and gently brushed away the beer from his chin.

The giant's powerful fingers wrapped around her thin wrist then pulled her now beer soaked digits past his thick lips. He sucked on them, making the enormous girl giggle, then pulled them out with a faint popping noise.

Justin could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the pair simply stared into each other's eyes, their own immense chests rising a little faster with every passing moment.

Then Aiden's hand came down once more and suddenly his prison was being swung through the air. The shrunken man's shout went uannoticed by the enormous pair as he dropped down into the cup. Beyond the giant's thick fingers, the world was nothing more than a blur but Justin could feel the difference in Aiden's stride when the giant began moving up to the second floor.

A door shut and the sounds of the party were suddenly muffled.

The dizzying carnival ride didn't end though, Justin's prison was swung about before it came to a sudden awkward stop. The cup was held at a slight tilt, which sent him smacking into one of the damp walls with the remnants of the jungle juice pooling around his feet. Staring up, Justin watched Aiden's other hand run up and down Emma's back, which made him realize he was being held roughly even with the giant girl's butt.

Heavy breathing was the only indication Justin got that the pair had stopped kissing before his prison was suddenly on the move once again.

Instead of being lifted up toward the pair though, he was being lowered toward the floor.

His head began to shake reflexively and he could hear his own hoarse voice whispering, “No,” over and over again before he even realized he was speaking.

Rather than being set down on the floor though, the cup was suddenly flipped and Justin went tumbling through the open air. He landed in a heap on the floor with the pair's laughter ringing out across the heavens.

Sitting up, he flinched back when he took sight of the gigantic feet in front of him.

Even though Emma's feet could probably be described as 'dainty' by any normal sized person, he realized that they were still more than large enough to completely squash him. A fact that was made even more obvious by the fact that she was wearing combat boots, that were of course all white to match the rest of her outfit.

Aiden's New Balances remained just as pristine as they had been when he captured Justin but being on the floor with them helped to make the pair look even more intimidating.

Their continued laughter slowly dragged the shrunken man's gaze up their impossibly tall frames. The fact that Emma barely reached the boy's shoulder only served to make Aiden look even more powerful in the tiny man's mind. To Justin, Emma was a titaness but to Aiden she was a petite girl who he could probably toss around without a second thought.

“Well?” The giant's voice boomed throughout his room while his fingers played with the brunette's short hair.

“What?” She giggled, taking another sip of her jungle juice.

“You're the one who wanted to break him in...”

The phrase again sent a shiver down Justin's spine but this time he had the freedom to back away from the enormous pair. He took slow cautious steps so as not to draw their attention with any movement. There was little doubt in his mind that escape was impossible in that moment but if there was a way for him to hide from the pair, Justin was going to take it.

“And just where do you think you're going?” Emma's voice cut through him like a knife.

In the time it took to blink, her boot had sailed over Justin's entire world to smack down behind him. The force of her foot landing so close sent the tiny man to his knees while a stiff gust of wind flew across his back.

He looked up but was immediately overcome with embarrassment when he saw right up her skirt to a pair of white panties that bore a damp patch outlining her womanhood.

“Why don't you ever bother to take their clothes off?” Emma giggled while her slender fingers wrapped around Justin's body.

His stomach still felt like it was still on the ground as he was hauled into the sky. The girl set her drink down, freeing her hand so that her fingers could grab his work boots. Justin's surprised shout and sudden flailing did nothing but earn him a chuckle from the girl as she pulled at his foot.

Pain and pressure made Justin wheeze as she began to undress him, all while Aiden simply watched with a smirk on his face.

The giant shrugged his broad shoulders, “I don't know. They come off eventually.”

“That's because I always take them off for you,” Emma nudged him with her shoulder while tugging off Justin's other boot, “You don't brand them either, right?”

“Nah, a few of the other frats do but we don't,” he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder and pulled her closer before pressing his lips against the top of her head.

Justin watched the girl blush and happily snuggle against Aiden's broad chest before her fingers pulled at his pants. He shouted and squirmed but that only earned him a sudden squeeze from the hand holding him, forcing the air from his lungs.

Fabric began to tear while she clucked her tongue, “I can't imagine not branding a slave. What if it runs away or gets lost or something?”

The shrunken man grunted as he felt the coveralls he wore that day begin to tear apart at the waist. He had owned the pair for over two years and there had never been even the slightest tear but that apparently meant nothing to some petite sorority girl's idle strength.

“That's what the cage is for,” Aiden said plainly, his lips continuing to kiss the girl's head while moving steadily down toward her neck.

She let out a contented moan while his fingers ran across her tanned shoulders, “If he's always in a cage, when will he have time to clean your shoes and stuff?”

Justin twisted about to stare up at the pair while the lower half of his coveralls were tossed aside without a glance from the giantess. Cool air washed over his bare legs while he stared up into the giant's smug face.

Aiden's much larger fingers came down and pulled the top half of his coveralls off without even a hint of effort. The zipper came undone with painful speed before Justin felt his sore arms flopping about. “He can take care of that shit while I'm in the room,” the young man thundered while his thumb and forefinger ground the smaller man's clothes to rags, “Along with anything else I need him to do...”

“I guess that makes sense,” her fingers opened up and then her nail sliced along the back of Justin's undershirt.

He reached for the sweat stained fabric but then felt his body start to teeter off of the girl's fingers, which made him go instantly still.

Above him the girl giggled, “Did someone just realize how high up they are?” A finger came down and poked against his backside and the thin pair of boxers that were all that remained of his dignity almost tore, “Should I take these off too?”

“I really don't care, Emma,” rumbled the giant's voice between kisses.

“I'll leave them on him for right now...”

Justin's body eased slightly even though his heart remained racing inside his chest.

He felt himself start to lower through the sky and around him the gigantic bodies moved about. The shrunken man found himself dangling before Aiden's crotch, where Emma's hand was already working his belt.

“Let's take care of your master, slave,” she purred while the belt jingled and then the giant's zipper came undone.

Even before Aiden's pants started to fall, Justin could see the tent poking up in the younger man's underwear. The musky scent of the giant's crotch hit him next, making him gag while the proportions of the younger man's dick became apparent to him. Despite the fabric obscuring it, Justin could tell that it was a thick punching bag-like cock; not as long as you'd expect given the young man's frame but with a girth that left Justin imagined would be fairly intense for a girl with Emma's build.

The mechanics of how the two gargantuan co-eds fucked were immediately pushed out of his mind when the girl's fingers shoved the underwear out of the way.

A veiny tanned monster sprung to life from a neatly trimmed crotch but Emma didn't grip it with her free hand, instead she brought Justin right toward the one-eyed beast. He shouted and flailed about in the girl's loose grip but that only made the pair laugh high above.

“Oh he hates this,” Emma cooed.

Aiden's response consisted solely of a low pleasurable moan as Justin was pressed against the searing hot flesh of the younger man's shaft. The smell of the giant's crotch was so powerful that Justin could taste it on the back of his tongue, which made him cough and gag as Emma began to awkwardly glide him up and down the giant's cock.

“He's chafing a little,” the giant rumbled.

“Sure it's not just cause he's squirming?”

“No that part feels good...” The last word stretched with another moan.

Justin could barely process what was going on, all he could do was flail about uselessly with his eyes firmly shut. Cool air suddenly replaced the blistering heat and he opened his eyes just in time to see Emma's glossy lips purse up above in the heavens. A glob of spit came down and splattered against his chest, only to be smeared about by her thumb a second later.

“Please, stop!” He shouted as the digit swept over his face, coating his lips with sticky saliva that reeked of cheap vodka and kool-aid. Justin tried desperately to scrape it off but when he cleared it from his face, he was being brought up to the cock once again.

He slid more easily across the stiff shaft this time and the girl cooed, “Better, baby?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Aiden rumbled.

She made a soft cooing noise before leaning up to kiss him.

Justin watched the scene play out in quick snippets every stroke. The cock head bobbed in and out of his line of sight, blocking him momentarily before showing him the world in a single flash. With every flick of the giant girl's wrist, Justin could see Aiden come closer and closer to orgasm, his whole body becoming more relaxed while his moans grew louder.

Every thought in his head seemed to melt away as he watched the brutish face of his captor contort with pleasure in the same moment that the cock stiffened.

Emma's index finger pressed against the back of his skull, forcing him to look directly into the stretching slit of Aiden's manhood while cum filled then burst out of it.

Shutting his eyes tight and holding his breath did nothing to stop the torrent of spunk from hitting him. Nor did it stop Emma from dragging him upward like he was a gingerbread man being coated in icing. Warm goop coated him from head to toe and as he hung limp in the air, he felt it start to slowly dribble down his body.

The disgusting salty sludge seeped into his underwear and socks, ensuring that he would rip them off the moment he was able.

More powerful fingers took him from Emma's grip and held him by a single arm.

While his shoulder burned, Justin's free hand immediately moved to wipe his face clean and when he opened his eyes, he found himself staring up at his grinning captor. The giant took two world shaking steps toward his dresser, where the cage door was already wide open for the shrunken man.

The bars slid past before Justin was released on the plastic floor of the cage, directly in line with the slightly deflated cock. The giant lifted up his shirt and tossed it away before bending down to peel off his socks.

Aiden clearly took care of himself but there was still a heavy layer of gristle and hair upon his otherwise muscular frame. His dark eyes were locked on Justin as he closed the door, shaking the cage hard enough to make the shrunken man stumble.

Tanned feminine arms wrapped around the giant's midsection and Emma's face appeared at the young man's shoulder. She kissed his bicep before looking up, “My turn, baby?”

“Of course, Emma,” the giant's hand reached back to squeeze her buttcheek, making her squeal with delight, “Just making sure this little shit understands his place in the world now.”

“He'd have to be a fucking idiot not to get it when he's covered in your... stuff.”

“You never know with these things,” Aiden boomed, already turning back toward the girl, who was pulling him toward the bed, “Especially with the townies.”

“Mhm, that's a good point...” She grunted as Aiden tugged her skirt down past her hips then peeled her panties away. The compact brunette fell down onto his bed and spread her legs wide while he worked on her corset top. Only after it was flung away did she add, “My Little shrunk a townie and that thing needs to be told everything, like, three times.”

Aiden shook his head as he lowered himself to the floor and brought his face toward her crotch, “Hopefully he's not that stupid.”

Justin stared at the enormous pair and shuddered when Emma's piercing blue eyes met his, “If he is, it's not like he can't be replaced.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Aiden's tongue running over Emma's clit but the girl's words rang inside Justin's ears alongside her thunderous moans.

His worst fear, that to these god-like frat boys he was utterly replaceable, had just been confirmed.

'Fight Night' had been far worse than Grant could have possibly imagined.

When he wasn't bouncing from Sadie's fingers like a yo-yo, the world spinning and his ears thundering from the roar of the enormous crowd, he could actually see what was happening.

It turned out that the entirety of the campus's Greek Life had the same power to shrink people and the brothers of Alpha Chi Rho forced their shrunken prisoners to fight to the death in a gladiatorial pit. From his place dangling at Sadie's hip, he had watched people beat each other senseless, only stopping when they were pulled apart by massive hands. Then the makeshift weapons came out, which were used to maim and kill as if they were made out of steel rather than cheap white plastic.

By the end of it, when some guy in a delivery uniform had been declared the winner, Grant felt like he was going to be sick and couldn't tell if it was from what he had seen or the way Sadie constantly bounced him with her enormous fingers.

His hope that he would merely be stuffed into her pocket and she would go home was quickly dashed though. The enormous redhead stuck around, drinking cup after cup of jungle juice while chatting with enormous frat boys.

At first Grant greeted being left to dangle at Sadie's hip as a reprieve but it dawned on him that it was far worse than being toyed with. For most of his life he had been overlooked by people just like everyone in that room but now they were all literal giants in comparison to him. Unless they happened to look right at him, they didn't see him. He was literally beneath their notice and he became certain that if he slipped out of his crude leash and fell to the floor, he'd be crushed beneath one of their enormous feet without a glance.

As the night wore on, the giant guys started to come on to his redheaded captor.

They grinned down at her with drunken horny expressions then flexed their meaty biceps or offered to let her feel their abs. Grant rolled his eyes at the first display until he heard Sadie giggle and then watched her pale dainty fingers squeeze the rock hard muscles that were presented to her. Sometimes she swooned but mostly the giant girl cracked a lame joke that made the enormous guys roar with laughter.

In a million years, Grant would have never guessed that a tattooed girl like her would have any interest in guys like them but he was forced to watch the same scene play out over and over at an impossible size.

And that's when there was a fifty-fifty chance that whatever behemoth was currently hitting on her would reach down and pluck him up between his gargantuan fingers. They all scoffed at the sight of him while their rough fingerpads ran over his body, which made him squirm and yelp and only evoked a dismissive chuckle from the enormous men.

Sadie did nothing to stop them, she simply watched it happen with a disinterested look.

The giants talked about how Grant wouldn't last long in 'The Pit', which sent a jolt of fear running down his spine while his captress simply shrugged, her voice booming some variation of, “That's not what he's for.”

Then he'd be dropped and his body sent swinging wildly through the air until it collided with Sadie's firm thigh. His terrified screams were swallowed up by the thunder of the party and he'd go back to being nothing more than an accessory for the giant girl.

Grant lost count of how many times he cried by the time Sadie stumbled out into the cool night air.

The frat house had been thick with body heat and almost humid thanks to the collective breath and sweat of the giant people. Outside, Grant found himself quickly shivering while he swayed with each of Sadie's slow stumbling steps.

“Wait...” The word came out in a soft slur, marred by heavy breathing while the girl steadied herself. She lifted Grant up and his reflexive twitching was incapable of budging the girl's powerful digits. He was stuffed deep into her pocket then tucked beneath her thin wallet before she started moving once again, her hiccups echoing through the night.

As uncomfortable as it was being buried beneath her wallet, being at the bottom of her pocket at least helped to ease the shock of her powerful strides as she made her way across campus back to Sorority Row.

She moved quietly through the enormous house before slowing to a crawl when she finally returned to her room.

Her wallet was pulled out first, then Grant was hauled out and the chain he was attached to was unclipped from her pants. He found himself rising higher and higher into the sky until he hung before her glazed over eyes.

A stiff wind that reeked of cheap vodka and kool-aid left his eyes watering.

“Welcome to the rest of your life, little dude,” she whispered before lowering him back down to the floor.

The unpleasant stench of her breath was replaced with the sour smell of boot leather and foot sweat as Grant found himself being set down between her shoes. Her boots had a platform that rose almost as high as his waist and the stiff black walls of her Docs were covered in added chains, spikes, and rivets. He watched with wide eyes as she clipped the chain into the eyelet at the very top of the shoe before rising back up to her full height.

Grant hadn't been at her feet since that afternoon and any thought of escape was suddenly thrown from his mind as his neck craned back and back to take her in. Her body was so big that it eclipsed her face from view, making her nothing more than two pillars of plaid and distant jingling metal.

Then those plaid pillars crashed down with a faint thump that reverberated through the floor and a gale-force wind that blew across the world, tousling his still poofy curls. She fumbled with her shirt's buttons and let out a thunderous sigh of relief when she removed her bra, which was slung haphazardly across the back of her desk chair.

With no further words, the redhead flopped back onto her bed and fell into a drunken stupor, not even bothering to take her black ankle socks off. He stared up at her foot for a long minute, struggling to think about just how much power it held and then he looked at where his chain was clipped to her boot.

It was definitely possible for him to climb up and unclip it but the door was firmly shut and he doubted there was some hidden way out or else neither of the other two shrunken people he saw earlier would still be there.

Closing his eyes, Grant simply let his body go slack on the thin carpet.

Nightmares woke him up every hour or two.

No matter how much he wished to forget what he saw that night, Grant was plagued by the sight of people killing each other all while his now former classmates cheered above them. Sometimes he would be in the ring, fighting for his life. In other dreams, he was trapped on the floor, dodging the gargantuan feet of the crowd while they huddled in to watch the last fight, the grunts and painful shouts of the competitors somehow cutting through their thunderous voices. But the nightmare that finally kept him up was one where he was hanging from Sadie's belt and one of the enormous giants lifted him up into the sky. Instead of merely scoffing at him though, they announced that he was too pathetic for someone like Sadie and she simply shrugged in response. Grant then plummeted toward the giant's wide open lips, the darkness of his throat getting bigger and bigger.

He snapped awake with a terrified shout to find himself still on the floor, the shadowy form of Sadie's boot towering over him, just like it had every other time he woke up.

The difference now was that there was warm morning light coming in through a small window above his captress's bed. Staring across the cavernous room, he blinked when he realized that Tiffany's bed was currently empty and that Cassidy was already sitting up at her desk.

The enormous blonde was already dressed for the day; tall sky blue socks dotted with clouds stretched up her meaty calves, denim shorts clung to her curvy hips, and a pink shirt with the sorority's increasingly familiar letters was stretched across her chest. At her feet, the shrunken man that Grant had seen yesterday was frantically running his tongue along the white toe cap of a pink Converse sneaker.

High above, Cassidy tied her hair back into a loose ponytail while clucking her tongue, “You really should have gotten those done after I got back from dinner last night.”

“I'm sorry, Miss!” The shrunken man cried out, his voice wavering through the air.

Her right foot lifted up and slid into the shoe the shrunken man wasn't working on. Cassidy settled down into her desk chair and crossed her legs so that the sneaker's rubber tread dangled over the tiny man. As her fingers worked to tie the laces above, the little man rubbed frantically at the rubber on the floor.

“I'd rather you do better than apologize,” Cassidy boomed with a sigh, “Do you want Jacob to think that my slave doesn't care how my shoes look?”

Based on the way her prisoner stiffened and shook his head, Grant figured that Jacob was the guy she was currently dating, who was probably some enormous frat boy like the ones who had manhandled him the night before.

“No, miss, not at all,” he cried up between licks.

“Then you better hope he doesn't notice any scuffs,” Cassidy tutted before the sneaker suddenly ascended into the heavens. The young man reached for the shoe desperately, his fingers scratching against the outsole before he fell limply to the floor. The blonde crossed her legs the other way, tied the laces tight, and then rose to her feet.

Grant could feel the faint tremors even from across the room and he sympathized with the way the tiny man cowered on the floor, certain that he must have felt like the earth was about to open up and swallow him.

“I'm going out tonight, so I'm going to want options when I get home,” Cassidy added while sliding her laptop and some books into her backpack. She slung the pack onto her shoulders before tapping the sneaker the tiny man had been working on against the floor, “Understood?”

“Yes, miss!”

“Ok,” the blonde's face suddenly broke into a smile as she waved down cutely at the shrunken man, “Byeeeee.”

Her feet spun about on their heels and then she was out the door.

Grant watched as his counterpart scurried across the floor without a moment's hesitation to crawl among the various pieces of footwear beneath Cassidy's bed. He watched with fascination as the shrunken man pushed or pulled at different pairs, clearly trying to decide which ones he thought Cassidy might want to wear before setting to work cleaning them with his tongue.

Bile rose in Grant's throat at the sight, his mind unable to stop thinking about all the grit, dust, and germs that must coat the outside of any shoe that crossed campus several times a day.

Turning his head toward the other side of the room, he realized that Cassidy's shrunken prisoner wasn't the only one already working. Tiffany's female captive was spit shining a pair of heeled black booties with a terrifying desperation.

As if merely noticing her shoes had summoned her, the door was pushed open and the towering girl strode in. Unlike Cassidy, Tiffany was dressed like a professional; shiny white blouse, gray pencil skirt, and dark tights with a faint floral pattern. In the skies overhead, she was rapidly spooning yogurt between her dark red lips.

She said nothing as she simply lifted her foot and slid it into the appropriate shoe. The shrunken girl scrambled about to reach the small zipper that secured the bootie to the comparatively giant girl's foot. She then turned around and repeated the process with the opposite shoe, before immediately running out from between the girl's feet.

“Find out from Cassidy's slave if there's a theme to the party Jacob's frat is throwing tonight,” Tiffany boomed while bending down to drop her empty yogurt cup onto the floor, “And pick me something appropriate for it.”

“O-of course, miss!” The shrunken girl stammered, her eyes locked on the yogurt cup that had been set down on the floor.

High above, Tiffany was licking the spoon clean, “You can have the rest of that.”

“Oh thank you, miss!” The girl's voice cracked as she rushed toward it on all fours, “Thank you so much!”

Tiffany didn't say anything else, she simply grabbed a laptop bag from her desk and walked out as if she hadn't just been issuing commands to someone who wasn't even a tenth of her size.

Grant just sat there, utterly perplexed at the sight of another human being diving into a cup of yogurt like it was the greatest gift they had ever received. Yet, as he watched the girl tip it over and crawl inside to scoop the remnants directly into her mouth, he realized just how empty his own stomach was.

A painful rumbling made him clutch his belly and he immediately looked up at the socked foot that still hung high over his head, dangling off of the side of the bed as if the giant redhead hadn't moved at all throughout the night.

His throat was so dry that when he took a breath to shout at her, he immediately started to cough. When he finally stopped, Grant simply slumped back down onto the floor and shook his head at the realization that he was too weak to do anything beside rest.

Falling into a tired haze, he wasn't sure if a few minutes passed or if it took an hour or more before the foot above him suddenly twitched. Grant stirred at the same time a groggy moan rumbled across the sky, followed by a muttered curse.

“What time is it,” Sadie rumbled while the bed creaked beneath her shifting weight. The foot that had dangled over his head for hours suddenly plummeted, shaking the world while the redhead rubbed sleep from her eyes and scanned the room, “Course they're already gone.”

Grant sat up as the girl rose to her feet and stretched before scratching her backside and then picking her nose as if there weren't three people whose eyes were glued to her every move. Flicking whatever had stuck to her finger down to the floor, the redhead groaned and then stumbled over her own discarded pants.

“Ugh, the fuck,” she bent down and tossed them onto her bed before continuing across the room, not acknowledging Grant or the other two prisoners in the slightest.

Staring at his shrunken counterparts, Grant could see the way that they cowered in her presence as if they weren't sure what was about to befall them and that made his whole body shift uncomfortably. He had no idea how long either of them had been imprisoned by the sorority girls but it had clearly been enough time that both of them did what they were told as if they'd been doing it their whole lives.

Which meant that if they were still afraid of Sadie, they probably had good reason to be.

He sat there trembling while trying to figure out what the girl was going to do to him when she got back. Grant couldn't imagine anything worse than what she'd already done but then he remembered the warning she had given him and the three strikes she had come up with. Shrinking smaller, then being imprisoned with her toes, and then being squashed like a bug.

His eyes drifted to the top of her boot, where the chain attached to him was clipped, but he had a feeling that attempted escape might be worse than a single strike. And so he remained where he was, struggling to calm his racing heart with one of the grounding techniques they had talked about during the presentation on anxiety at orientation last year.

No amount of counting objects he could see or hear was enough to push his heart back into his chest by the time Sadie returned with a towel wrapped around her body and her clothes balled up in her hand.

Again, she was clearly focused on her own life as she walked across the room, muttering quietly to herself, “Should have time to grab a coffee before class, I'll make it a latte so it has like, calories...”

Grant blinked at the girl's words, watching as her thumbs flashed across her phone, clearly tapping in an order.

“I could add actual food...” A queasy whine echoed from her mostly flat stomach and she shook her head, “Nope, too much jungle juice last night for that to work...”

He watched as she completed the order then dropped her phone onto her desk before turning her attention to the ugly armoire that was crammed into the corner. She dressed quickly; pulling dark socks and panties on before slipping into the same bra she had worn the previous night. Then came a dark t-shirt with a band Grant didn't recognize and finally a pair of loose jeans that she cinched tight to her hips with a grommet belt.

“And now...” her blue eyes swept over the tiny man to the boots he was attached to and he watched as her face suddenly twisted with disgust, “Hey, what the fuck, dude?”

Grant blinked in confusion while his heart leapt into his throat.

“Why the fuck are my boots still covered in beer and shit?” Sadie growled as she picked up the one he wasn't attached to and turned it over in her hands.

“I- what?” He looked at the boot, which was marred with splattered beer, jungle juice, and other mystery fluids before staring back up at the giant girl, “How was I supposed to-”

The boot fell from the sky and landed with a quake strong enough to send him diving for cover.

“Why do you think I clipped you to them, bro?!” She roared, stamping her foot to emphasize her point, “You were supposed to clean them while I slept so I could fucking wear them!”

“I didn't know!” He shouted, his voice cracking from how raw his throat was, “I'm sorry, I'll clean them-”

“I don't have time for you to clean them now,” Sadie threw her hands up and shook her head, “Un-fucking-believable.”

She glanced at a space between her bed and the armoire that he couldn't see and then sighed.

“It's fine, I have another pair of platforms I can wear with these jeans.”

The pair she grabbed were much taller though far less adorned than the ones Grant was attached to, though when he saw the ladder-like laces rising high into the sky, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he imagined tying them up. To his surprise, she simply pulled down a hidden zipper then tugged them on. Zipping them back up and letting her feet slam against the ground, she glared down at him, “Why are you still just fucking sitting there? My boots need to be cleaned, dude.”

“Uh, I-,” he nodded his head and stumbled toward them before he felt the air race over his sandpapery tongue. Turning back toward her, he could see that Sadie was already packing away her things for class.

Grant didn't want to interrupt her but he didn't know how long she'd be gone.

“Sa-” Coughing, the shrunken man remembered that she didn't want him to use her name and so he shouted up, “Boss! Uh, I need some w-water and... and something to eat.”

With her messenger bag slung across her chest, she glared down at him while sliding two studded bracelets onto her wrists. “You should have thought of that before you fucked up my outfit for today, little dude.”

“Wha-bu-” He struggled to wrap his head around her words before he finally just shouted, “Please!”

She took a single step back towards him, sending a powerful gust of leather scented wind whipping across the world. He couldn't see her face but he heard her hocking up spit from the back of her throat before her pursed lips flashed across the sky.

A glob of frothy saliva flew down like a missile to splatter against the toe of the boot.

Warm flecks sprayed across Grant's back, making him gag with disgust.

“There,” the world was already shaking from her walking toward the door, “Now get to work.”

The door slammed shut with a boom that left Grant's ears ringing.

He looked at the two other shrunken prisoners, both of whom stared back at him with pity in their eyes. Yet neither of them moved toward him, instead they simply shook their heads and went back to work.

Grant stood there for a long moment before he turned toward the boot he was attached to.

He could see his own face reflected in the shine of Sadie's spit and he shut his eyes tight.

“I'll figure a way out,” he whispered to himself as he got down onto his knees.

The spit had already cooled by the time he dragged his tongue across it and his tastebuds were assaulted by a mixture of mint and jungle juice. The worst part wasn't the taste or even the knowledge of what he was doing though, it was the way he began to instinctively suck away at Sadie's spit, desperate to slake his thirst on anything.

A partially closed door was all that it took to keep her trapped.

That was the thing that Kendall found most insulting about her current situation.

There was a lot that Kendall had found humiliating and undignified about her kidnapping the previous day but somehow the closet door barely being shut had become the focus of her anger. It wasn't the absolutely dismissive way that Abigail had spoken about her or the fact that her mouth still tasted like rubber, leather, and earthy grime.

It was that when the giant blonde had towered over her, dressed in ripped baggy jeans, a green tank top, and her black bucket hat once more, she hadn't even seen the need to fully close the door. She had taken a tin of black shoe polish and a rag from one of the soft basket-like pockets that hung off the back of the closet door, dropped them on the ground and then pointed at her cowboy boots, “Get those looking nice while I'm gone, peasant.”

The cruel nickname had stung but not as much as the way Abigail had simply pulled the door shut. There had been no click of a lock and when the door to the room itself rumbled shut, she watched the closet door ease partially out of its frame.

Kendall had raced forward, the humiliating command completely displaced by the prospect of escape. When she reached the door though, she saw that it wasn't actually open, merely sitting in its jamb with the latch resting against the frame high over her head.

“No,” she had whispered, anger filling her little body before she screamed, “NO!”

Dropping back down onto her backside, all the shrunken girl could do was curl up and cry.

She didn't know how long she had sat there sobbing but when the anger and sorrow subsided, she was left only with the hollow feeling of being insulted by the blonde. The worst part, Kendall realized as she forced herself to buff the towering cowboy boots, was that Abigail probably didn't even intend the insult.

Her captress was just that careless that she hadn't fully closed the door.

It was that hope that Kendall latched onto as she worked, rubbing the rag back and forth while her head became light from the fumes coming off of the black polish. Abigail would inevitably keep screwing up like she had with the door and that was when she would be able to escape.

After all, she would have made it out the night before if Michelle hadn't walked into the room at just the wrong moment because Abigail hadn't bothered to watch her at all.

Satisfied that the boots would pass a cursory inspection, Kendall rose to her feet and prowled across the floor of the closet searching for something to use as a lever against the door.

To say that Abigail's closet was disorganized was an understatement.

Piles of dirty clothes formed small hills around a laundry basket. Various shoes were tossed haphazardly along the rest of the spacious floor, filling the air with the stale odor of Abigail's foot funk. Meanwhile, overhead hung clothes of every style for every season with no seeming rhyme or reason; a long gown hung between a bulky NASCAR jacket and what Kendall was fairly certain was an actual ice skater's dress.

Attempts to manage the chaos were crammed in alongside everything else. Some, like the box cubbies that sat in the corner, had clearly been installed by a previous Sister (or more likely someone she had paid to). While others, such as the pocket-like baskets hanging off the back of the closet door, had been put there by Abigail. However, since most of the various storage solutions sat half-empty and hogging space from the mountains of clothes, Kendall was certain the girl never actually followed through with any of them.

Which meant that it was easy to find something on the floor.

Within a few minutes, she found a bobby pin and then a solid chunk of a plastic hanger that the girl must have accidentally stepped on. While a shudder went through her as she lifted the hanger piece and thought about how it had snapped beneath Abigail's errant foot, Kendall pressed on toward the door.

She grunted and sweat started to roll down her back as she wedged it into the frame but she was rewarded with the door starting to shake within its frame.

A strange giddy laugh began to bubble up in Kendall's body when she pressed upon the hanger and the hinges creaked loudly. Actual sunlight poured into the closet, displacing the burnt orange of the old unshaded bulb that hung from the ceiling, and she let out a cry of triumph.

The space was only big enough for her to squeeze through but that was all she needed.

Keeping pressure on the hanger, Kendall carefully sidled down its length and then took a deep breath before racing through the gap she had created.

A gust of wind rushed over her as the door swung back into its frame and then shuddered. Like when Abigail had 'closed' it that morning, it didn't quite latch but Kendall didn't care because she was free.

The laugh that escaped her was damn near maniacal as she stood in front of Abigail's closet.

“What's so funny?”

The voice that broke her victorious train of thought was distant and rough, lacking the booming timbre of the gigantic sorority girls.

Looking across the vast hardwood floor of Abigail's bedroom, Kendall was surprised to see Michelle's captive sitting in the center of the room in front of a small plate that had a few slices of melon sitting on it along with what looked like a dollop of yogurt. She was seated in front of it on the floor as if she was just enjoying a picnic rather than struggling to take a bite from a slice of honeydew half as big as she was.

Hunger pulled Kendall forward, making her speed up with every stride until she had to skid to a halt in front of the bountiful platter. Grabbing at the nearest hunk of melon, she pulled it to her face and bit in. Juice rushed down her chin and she practically moaned as she sucked it down, unaware until that moment just how desperate she was for anything to eat or drink.

She had devoured almost a third of the hunk before she could even force herself to slow down.

“The funny thing to me,” the other girl spoke in a tired but amused voice, “I never really liked honeydew before this. It was my least favorite part of a fruit salad.”

Kendall nodded along as she brought a fistful of yogurt into her mouth with another unbidden moan.

There was another long pause before the girl spoke again, “So what were you laughing about?”

Swallowing her third scoop of yogurt, Kendall looked at her and couldn't keep the grin from her face, “I got out of that damn closet and now I just need to...”

Her neck craned back as she took in the firmly shut door that led outside the room. Worse, spying the door knob, she could tell that it had been locked by the girls when they left.

“Oh, right,” the other girl sighed, “You're still new to all this.”

Kendall scowled at her, the anger she thought she had cried out suddenly rising up through her once more, “There has to be a way out.”

“I don't really think you're going to believe me when I say there isn't,” she replied, “But I can at least tell you that even if that door wasn't locked shut, guess what? There's still at least one more door before you get out of her, two depending on which stairwell you go down. Also, you're on the second floor of the house, so good luck getting down the stairs without being spotted...”

Practically growling, she rose up while licking the yogurt from her now sticky hand, “There has to be another way out, a vent or something...”

“There are but you're not going to like it.”

She followed the girl's finger up and up until she saw a newly installed circular vent sitting in the center of the room's ceiling, clearly where once there had been a chandelier-like fixture.

“Some alumni had new vents and a heat pump installed two or three years ago,” she explained, “Rumor has it that they did find some people our size dead in the old vents, though I feel like if some HVAC guy had actually found tiny skeletons or something, the jig would have been up so who really knows...”

Kendall glared up at the distant vent, struggling to make sense of what the girl was saying.

“Your best bet for getting out is to try and escape if she takes you to class with her but man, you do not want to know what happens if they catch you trying...”

Turning back to the girl, Kendall watched her shake her head but the newly shrunken girl couldn't stop herself, “What? What happens...”

She lifted her foot then brought it down against the hardwood with a meaty slap, “It's squish time.”

The sight of Abigail's immense sneaker sole looming over her flashed inside her head and her body flinched before she could get control of herself.

“Yeah,” the girl gave an awkward pitying laugh, “Yeaaaaaaaah.”

“And you've actually seen it?” Kendall's voice wavered as she thought about the idea of a person being squashed like a bug.

“Oh yeah, it was during a final exam last year,” she nodded her head, “I was in Mistress's purse, and I poked my head out because I was still new and thought 'ok, she's distracted by her exam, I can go for it.' As I was looking out, I saw this guy around our size wiggle his way out of this girl's sneaker, which was gross on so many levels but he started running, not even looking back, but that's why he didn't see that the girl must have felt him get away or something because her foot was hovering right over him. By the time he realized the shadow was all around him, it was too late.”

She clapped her hands together and the sound echoed through the vast room.

“She was wearing these big chunky shoes too. Like Buffalos, I think? So it was...” The girl shut her eyes and shivered, “Pretty nasty.”

“How? How can they be doing this?” Kendall's heart was practically in her throat as she tried to process the girl's story. Nervous sweat ran down her back just thinking about it and she began to shake from fear, “How the hell has no one actually noticed?!”

“It's magic.”

“Yeah...” Kendall nodded her head, “It's like magic.”

“No, it is magic,” the other girl insisted, “Like, they're actual witches and the frats are actual wizards and they use their magical power to be successful and to hide the fact that they do all sorts of fucked up things from the rest of the world including what they do to us.”

“That's insane!”

“Said the shrunken girl...”

“I-” Kendall's voice caught in her throat as she looked around the gigantic room, “Just because it's happening doesn't make it any less unbelievable.”

“Welcome to the real world then, I guess,” the girl shrugged while munching on her honeydew slice.

The anger mixed with the fresh incredulity as Kendall started to shout, “That's it? That's all you have to say? We're imprisoned by two dim-witted sorority girls and all you can say is 'welcome to the real world'?!”

“Get it all out now because you're really not going to want them hearing you talk like that...”

“Why?! What the fuck are they going to do to me that they haven't done already, huh?”

Kendall threw out her arms and let out a frustrated scream, “This brain dead fucking blonde bimbo has ruined my God damned life already! Someone as stupid as her cannot make it any worse!”

She felt the world shaking in the same moment that the doorknob jingled overhead.

“Oh did I forget to mention that the stairway to the kitchen is, like, right next to their door?” The other girl shot her a mischievous grin, “So we can't feel their approach until, ya know, they're right there...”

The door swung open and the first thing Kendall saw was a heavy soled Fila tapping against the floor in frustration. The little girl's head craned back and back to take in Abigail's towering frame, with her arms crossed in front of her chest in a mixture of anger and disappointment. Her thick lips were twisted in annoyance before she spoke, “What did you call me, peasant?”

The whole world shook as she walked in and slammed the door behind her.

Kendall stumbled backwards and fell directly onto the plate, her body sinking into the dollop of yogurt that sat on it. She tried to keep going back but all she could do was slip and stumble about the sweet muck that surrounded her.

Yogurt jiggled around her as Abigail stepped deeper into the room, her shadow overtaking everything. Michelle's prisoner scurried away from the plate as the giantess's heavy sneakers slammed down on either side of it, leaving Kendall trapped with her eyes locked on the legs that towered over her world.

“Michelle is so thoughtful, always leaving me a snack...” Abigail boomed as she bent down, her dark green eyes locked on Kendall, “She knows I'm just too airheaded to remember to eat right...”

The girl's long acrylic nails clacked against the plate and Kendall yelped as the vast porcelain platform was lifted high up into the sky. Denim flashed by, then the sparkly belly button piercing, and the tiny girl was left staring at the green field of the giant girl's tank top. Her heavy breasts shook directly over Kendall's head as the girl carried her over to her desk and set the plate down.

Far below, Kendall could hear her fellow prisoner's voice squeak up, “Did you need anything, Miss?”

“Hm? No. Thank you though, Florence,” the giantess waved her fingers above before she added, “I'm sure there's something for you to clean in Michelle's closet...”

The shrunken girl's response was completely swallowed up by Abigail settling into her desk chair and grinning down at Kendall, “Now let's see what your mistress left me to munch on, hm?”

Trembling amid the yogurt, the tiny girl tried to rise up but flinched back when the sharp nails sailed overhead to pluck up a hunk of melon. The bright green honeydew looked picture perfect against Abigail's bright white nails and Kendall's eyes went wide as she watched the piece disappear behind the girl's thick lips. The giant jaw above gyrated right before the long tanned throat flexed, swallowing up something that was half her size without any issue.

“Mhm, honeydew, my favorite,” Abigail cooed while plucking up another piece, “And what's this? A little yogurt for dipping...”

A stiff breeze passed by Kendall, making her shriek as a yogurt coated hunk of honeydew rose up into the sky.

Lips smacked and teeth gnashed while Abigail simply smiled down, cupping her chin in her hand, “She's just such a thoughtful friend. I'm so lucky to have her to take care of me...”

Another slice of honeydew swept by and the shrunken girl cried out, “I'm sorry, Abigail! I'm sorry! You're not dumb!”

“Oh wow, is that my shrunken little peasant?” The giantess's thunderous voice was filled with mock surprise, “What are you doing in my snack? I thought I left you in my closet but then again, I guess I am just soooooo forgetful.”

The last hunk of honeydew was lifted into the sky to be devoured by the giantess.

“Please! I'm sorry! This is all so terrifying and frustrating and-”

The girl's sharp fingernails pinched her waist and then rubbed her around the last remnants of the yogurt.

“What was I saying? Was I talking to someone?” The girl tapped her chin in thought, her brow furrowing before she let out a cutesy 'hmph', “I completely forgot what I was doing. That's classic Abigail though, a thought goes into my head and then poof, it immediately disappears...”

Kendall's pleas and apologies turned to horrified screams as she was lifted higher and higher into the sky toward the giant girl's enormous mouth. The thick shining lips stretched wide and she could make out every detail on the sharp white teeth beyond. A pink slimy monster rose out of the dark depths and pressed against her body.

She kicked and pounded against the bumpy surface of Abigail's tongue but it dragged over her little body anyway, coating her in saliva instantly. Her next breath was nothing more than a wave of warm spit that left her coughing and sputtering while she squirmed inside the giant girl's grasp.

“What was it...” the blonde's voice rattled in her ears, “It felt like it was important...”

The spit managed to clear enough for Kendall to scream but then she felt herself rise up a little higher.

Abigail had tilted her head back and she could feel her legs dip down past the giant girl's lips. Her begging didn't even make the girl's massive face twitch in sympathy as she felt the warm lips press against her stomach. A powerful suction was accompanied by the tongue probing every inch of her shrunken body, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure every time it swiped across her vagina.

She watched the fake surprise wash across Abigail's immense face in the same moment she was yanked out of the girl's mouth with a soft 'pop.' “Oh man, that's right!” The giantess cried out while lifting Kendall up to her eyes, “My little peasant was sitting right in the middle of my post-class snack because I must have misplaced her this morning since I'm a giant fucking idiot.”

The giantess's voice had gone from playful to menacing over the course of her sentence but Kendall couldn't do anything more than sob and beg as she felt the words wash over her tiny body. “I'm sorry, Abigail, I'm so sorry, I know you're not an idiot, I was just so frustrated...”

“I'm going to need a better apology than that, slave,” the girl growled, “But first...”

Her mouth opened wide and Kendall stared into it with horror, “Abigail – what? What're you-”

The air became unbearably humid as she was brought into the darkness of the girl's mouth, her frightened words echoing down Abigail's gullet. The lips pressed down against her waist once again and her legs kicked as the powerful suction started up.

The beastly tongue swept over the top half of her body, making her squeal with unbidden excitement and laughter as it tickled her. Saliva washed over her, taking the yogurt with it while leaving her coated in a sticky film that left her reeking of honeydew and Starbucks coffee.

Powerful fingers pulled her back out and left her dangling upside down in front of Abigail's smug superior face. “And now, a proper apology, peasant. I don't want to hear about how your emotions should excuse your words, I want you to acknowledge the harm you've caused...”

Kendall's already light head practically spun off into the ether as the booming words rattled in her ears. Staring up into the giantess's face, she imagined countless roommate and relationship horror stories from Reddit flashing before her eyes as she realized what the giant blonde wanted.

Struggling to put together as many Tiktok 'therapy' buzzwords together as she could, Kendall rambled on in an attempt to appease the giantess, “I'm so sorry for the way my words affected you, Abigail. The hurt you're feeling is valid and it was so deeply wrong of me to carelessly inflict it upon you because of my own... uh-abusive tendencies and lack of emotional regulation...”

She had no way of knowing if the giant girl in front of her believed anything coming out of her mouth but she couldn't help but notice the way Abigail kept nodding.

“It must have been terrible-ly, terribly, tra-traumatic? For you to find me spewing such toxicity when you were coming back from class and expected me to be in the cl-closet where you had left me,” she took a deep rattling breath before adding, “I also want to apologize for... violating the clear and sensible boundary you had created by... closing the closet door this morning. In the future, I promise to abide by the healthy framework you've created for me...”

“See?” Abigail grinned as she lowered Kendall back down to the floor, “Was that so hard?”

The sharp acrylic nails opened up and let her drop down right in front of the giant blonde's sneakers, “I want these clean before I have to go to orgo at two...”

“Y-yes, Abigail,” Kendall stammered, her whole body shaking with fear once more.

Bending down to lick the thick sneakers clean once more, she glanced across the room at Michelle's shrunken slave. The girl gave her a sympathetic smile from the entrance of the other girl's closet before mouthing the words 'Welcome to the real world.'

Staring up at the underside of an enormous desk, Kendall listened to the clack of Abigail's nails against her laptop's keyboard and sighed.

This was apparently how the world really worked.

Justin had no idea how he had managed to sleep.

After casting aside his disgusting underwear and socks and pushing them through the bars of his prison, he was left in nothing more than a bare cage. The red plastic bottom spread out around him and the steel bars rattled from the enormous sound of the giant coeds fucking, which they launched into the moment that Emma's body shook with orgasm from being eaten out.

Justin tried to look away, disgusted with the scene for so many reasons, but the act seemed to suck up the entire world in its pull. His cage rattled with their moans, the dresser beneath shook with their thrusts, and the stench of their sex was so thick he could actually taste it.

With a pair of powerful roars, first hers then his, they finally stopped and the world grew calm.

Sheer fatigue had taken him over at first but he woke to the blue light of a false dawn when the brunette rose from the bed. His cage shook as she crept toward him, dressed in her skimpy clothes with her now stained white boots in her hand. She bent down over the cage with a grin on her face, like she was about to coo at a hamster or gerbil rather than a man her hook-up had imprisoned.

Warm breath that reeked of vodka and Aiden's musky sweat rolled over his world, “Ok, little guy, here's the deal. I know Aiden's seeing other girls. I just want to know who my competition is. You tell me that and I'll see what I can do about getting you someplace a little more comfortable than this cage.”

Justin stared up at her with bleary eyes, trying to wrap his head around the words ringing in his ears. Without thinking, he nodded, desperate for any help in the hell he found himself in.

The girl's thin lips spread into a big toothy grin and then she winked at him, “Thanks, cutie.”

Then the world shook again as she crept from the giant room, closing the door behind her in a way that Justin could tell was well-practiced.

He sat there, shaking his head and staring at the mountainous form of Aiden beneath sweat-stained sheets, wondering what the hell could be so desirable about the giant bully. “Must come from money,” he finally muttered to himself as he lay back down and somehow was pulled into sweet unconsciousness once again.

When a rumbling quake pulled him back to the waking world, Justin found his view completely eclipsed by the giant's bare chest. All of his dreaming hopes that his experiences the previous night were nothing more than a very bad very detailed nightmare were instantly dashed. He sat there, gawking up as the giant rolled Old Spice deodorant across his hairy pits and then practically slammed the stick down onto the dresser beside Justin's cage.

Letting out a surprised shout didn't earn him the giant's attention but did provoke a low rumbling laugh from the largely firm stomach ahead of him. The giant's abs lacked definition but the sound reminded the tiny man just how strong his captor was, even when they had been comparable heights Aiden was probably in better shape than Justin had been. The cage shook as Aiden walked away, pausing briefly at his closet to grab a loose tank top and shrug it on as he continued to the door.

“Hey,” Justin managed to croak as he watched the giant lift up his backpack and sling it over his shoulder, “Hey!”

Aiden stopped at the door, his powerful hand resting on the knob. The younger, much larger, man had on a pair of blue shorts that looked a little tight against his muscular legs but his sleek profile was disrupted by a bulky pair of basketball sneakers. Justin recognized the gold jumpman logo of the Air Jordan 7 'Olympics.' He had coveted them as a kid and wondered how the frat boy could afford such an expensive, now rare, pair of sneakers.

“What is it, pussy?” The young man thundered as he crossed the room in a few easy strides, each one making the cage shake more and more.

Justin's neck craned painfully back as Aiden suddenly loomed larger and larger, his hard face almost eclipsed by the loose white tank he wore. “Aren't you going to leave me something to eat?” He managed to shout up, his voice cracking as he added, “Some w-water?”

The giant's hand suddenly appeared in the sky, its fingers curled back as if ready to flick the shrunken man, making him stumble back in fright.

Then a low 'whump' echoed out and Justin turned to see Aiden's thick finger tapping a water bottle that had been affixed to the cage. He wasn't entirely sure how to work the spout that had clearly been designed for small animals but Justin found himself wondering how he had managed to sleep through it being attached in the first place.

“As for food,” another laugh thundered across the heavens. The giant then bent down and scooped something off of the floor.

Bracing himself for a discarded piece of pizza crust, Justin was simply confused when the giant laid down a pair of black and gold Under Armour sneakers onto the dresser before pressing their dirty soles up against the bars.

“You can eat whatever crud's on those while I'm out.”

“W-what? That's not-”

But the world was already shaking from Aiden walking back toward the door, “And when you're done with that, do some crunches and push ups and shit. I want you to win the next fight because you're actually in shape, not because the other guy's an idiot.”

The command was punctuated by the immense door opening and then slamming shut behind the giant.

“Th-the next fight?” Justin whispered, his whole body shaking as he thought about the spray of blood that had coated him when he took a young man's life. Bile rose in his throat and he stumbled back from the bars as the reality of what Aiden wanted him for began to sink in. Dropping down onto his backside, the little man began to rock back and forth as images of the fight flashed in his head over and over again.

The light coming through the window had grown stronger by the time Justin managed to pull himself out of the continuous replay of the fight. The room was warmer too, the air within had grown stale and stuffy, which sent a single bead of sweat trickling down Justin's back.

Rising to wobbly legs, he lurched toward the spout of the water bottle and dropped to his knees before it. The metal spout was thicker around than Justin's forearm and he quickly discovered that it was blocked by some sort of metallic ball.

“What the hell,” he whispered, his voice rough against his throat.

Reaching in, he pressed on the ball and was shocked as it moved and water immediately flowed out. “Oh fuck,” he pressed his face toward the valve, only to be hit by the first drip, “Shit.”

Struggling to keep the ball moving and the water flowing, Justin slowly managed to keep his mouth aligned with the bottom of the spout as lukewarm water flowed over his lips. He gulped it down greedily, unconcerned with the funky flavor imparted by the cheap plastic of the bottle and the temperature, all he wanted was the relief the water offered.

He could feel some measure of strength returning to him as he drank while his mind became clearer and more alert. His eyes drifted toward the top of the cage, where the simple latch sat, and Justin found himself wondering if he'd be able to unlock it from within.

But the door crashing open derailed his thoughts.

Justin turned to see Aiden towering over the world, a nearly depleted iced coffee sweating with condensation in his hand. The giant's dark eyes landed on him and a smug superior grin appeared on the young man's face.

He shut the door, sending another faint rumble through the world, before walking up to the cage. “You look good on your knees, pussy,” Aiden grinned, “Clearly a position you're used to being in.”

Justin couldn't help the indignation that rose up within him, launching him to his feet and earning him another laugh from the giant. He went still as he realized how he must have looked to Aiden in that moment, with his tiny fists clenched and an angry glare on his face, all obscured by the gleaming steel bars of a hamster cage. His shoulders slackened with the mental image of how pathetic he must look to the giant.

Aiden loudly slurped up the remnants of his iced coffee before letting out a contented sigh, “Figure you're washing down your lunch...”

The giant's free hand picked up one of his sneakers and a jolt of fear went through the little man's body. Above him, the dirty sole was turned around and Aiden's brow immediately furrowed in annoyance.

“Not cool, pussy,” Aiden boomed, “I've got a gym date today too...”

Justin opened his mouth to plead with the young giant but he found himself shaking his head. There was no reason to apologize for not licking the bottom of the kid's sneakers. The very thought of the degrading task made his stomach twist in disgust.

“Nothing to even say?”

The shoe came down from the sky, sending out a gust of air before it smacked into the bars above. Metal rang, the world shook, and the bits of dirt that clung to the tread rained down around the little man, forcing him to cover his head and crouch low.

“Most of you little fucks would at least apologize for failing me,” the giant's voice rumbled through the world before he sighed, “But you're a dumb little townie fuck, yeah?”

Shadows shifted across the floor of the cage and Justin looked up to see the giant crouching down. His face filled the space beyond the bars, brutish yet handsome as his dark eyes bore down onto the little man. Aiden's lips pulled into a superior smirk when he saw the way Justin was cowering inside.

“Clearly you didn't get it last night,” coffee scented wind rolled over the world, “Which means I'm just going to have to teach you another lesson...”

Justin watched Aiden rise back up, his face disappearing into the heavens and becoming blocked by the sneaker that sat atop the cage. “Wh-what,” he stammered but his words were swallowed by a grunt as the younger man pushed his Jordans off of his feet.

The sneaker that sat to the side of the cage was dropped to the floor with a loud clap. A moment later, the little man could hear its fabric stretch to accommodate Aiden's beastly foot before he reached for the one sitting atop Justin's prison. It hung in the air for a moment, twisting about while the enormous young man inspected it, letting out a low thoughtful 'hmm' as he did.

“Lots of my brothers keep you things inside their kicks,” the giant mused as he waved the sneaker in the air, “Just tie you up with the laces, stuff you beneath the tongue or under their foot, and walk around with you in there all day.”

Justin's eyes widened as the words rattled in his ears and his eyes locked upon the shoe in the young man's hand. His head shook back and forth while a faint whimper came from his lips, the certainty that he would be crushed if that happened displacing every other thought.

“Look at you, practically shaking with fear,” a dark laugh accompanied the slap of the sneaker falling to the floor. “Nah, that's the kind of ride you give to a shrunken fuck that knows their place. I can't put you in there unless I know you'll start cleaning them the moment my foot pulls out. You ain't there yet...”

“Oh thank God,” Justin whispered, the tension in his chest coming undone almost instantly.

A shadow engulfed his world and the latch of his cage rattled above.

“You clearly don't understand how you compare to me.”

Justin stumbled to his feet, desperate to escape the hand even though he had nowhere to run to.

The thick fingers gripped him awkwardly, pushing against his limbs and momentarily immobilizing them as he was lifted into the sky. The world blurred around him and then he felt himself descending once more, his body twitching in discomfort as a thick musk entered his nose.

The smell intensified as he heard elastic stretch.

“No,” Justin's gaze was naturally pulled toward the source of the smell and he found himself staring down at the giant's flaccid cock. The memory of being dragged across it with nothing more than spit for lube made his whole body shake and he started to gag as he remembered being covered in the young man's spunk. With all his might, he screamed out again, “NO!”

But Aiden didn't care about his protests, the giant simply grunted as he slid the smaller man deep down into his boxers and then shoved his tiny legs down beneath his balls. The moment Aiden released him, Justin started to squirm but he found his lower half pinned by the loose weighty skin of the titan's ballsack.

Then the hand retreated and the whole world started to shift.

Justin's upper body was lifted up by the stretchy cotton of the giant's tight underwear, which he realized must have been a pair of boxer briefs rather than a looser pair of boxers. His own grunt was completely overpowered by the snap of elastic above, and he found his body painfully contorted by the younger man's package.

His legs were pinned beneath Aiden's balls and his torso was forced to curve upward so that his head and shoulders were pressed up right against the giant's glans.

The heat was already unbearable with sweat blossoming across his naked body but nothing could prepare him for the first step. His little body was forcibly shifted to one side right before everything shook and his face was battered by the bouncing tip of the giant cock. He had no hope of recovery before it happened again, then again, over and over, his whole world becoming nothing more than a constant rumble and the shadowy cockhead smacking into him.

Justin told himself that all he needed to do was punch or bite the young man anywhere he could reach. It was humiliating to be trapped in Aiden's shorts but he wanted to believe that the young man had made himself vulnerable by imprisoning him in the most painful place to get hit by anything.

The weight of the giant's package and the tautness of his underwear was enough to keep his limbs pinned, which only left him with one recourse.

Grimacing, Justin opened his mouth to fight back the only way he could.

Regret wasn't the only thing that immediately filled him though.

Salty sticky precum had dribbled out of the giant's slowly lengthening and stiffening cock.

Between the sweat, the smell, and the constant battering, there was no way for the tiny man to notice until it had oozed across his tongue. The revolting salty bitter flavor of it made him wonder if the giant had ever eaten a piece of fruit in his life.

All he could do was cough and sputter, his head spinning as more of the thin sticky pre forced its way past his lips. The growing cock contorted him painfully once more, forcing his body to stretch the opposite way as the half-mast member pushed the underwear in the opposite direction. His prison had become roomier but it didn't leave him any more room to maneuver, only for the hefty shaft to press down against his chest and pin him to the taut cotton.

He moaned in misery while the dreadful question of why the giant was so aroused finally pierced his mind.

Justin didn't want to think about the fact that it was because of him. He told himself that it had to be a simple natural reaction to the glans being so stimulated. The idea that it could be that Aiden got off on having him trapped inside his shorts was too daunting to consider.

But then he felt something firm and round press in from outside his prison.

“Good form, Lexi,” Aiden's voice rumbled as the cock shoved Justin into the yielding flesh beyond his prison, “Let me just get close to spot you...”

The girl's backside pushed back, forcing Justin's body to stretch painfully as the cock was shifted about by her powerful buttcheeks. “You're lucky I didn't just drop it, Aiden,” the girl was a naturally smoky alto, her deep feminine voice made even huskier by lust as she spoke, “You scared me for a second...”

“This really isn't that much weight, I'd have caught it.”

The pressure from the girl's butt relented before metal clanked against metal.

An excited squeal was the only warning Justin got before he felt another powerful weight press against him. This time it wasn't her taut buttcheeks though. Even through the layers of fabric he could feel the outline of her womanhood pressing against her tight workout clothes and ultimately his prison. He expected her to pull back but instead, she rubbed herself against him, pressing his little body painfully against the giant's manhood.

When she finally relented, he heard a giggle thunder outside, “Someone is happy to see me but is that a little passenger I felt?”

Fingers pressed in against Justin's back, forcing him to twitch and shift while she cupped the giant's hefty bulge.

Aiden moaned softly, “Yeah, it is...”

“A new little prizefighter, huh?”

Another moan was all the girl got out of Aiden as her fingers pushed Justin's head against the sticky mess seeping from the giant's slit.

“Still learning his place though, huh?”

“He's a townie.”

“Aww, poor little guy,” she cooed as precum seeped into Justin's hair, “Too thick for his own good.”

“Y-ye-yeah...”

“Speaking of thick,” Lexi practically growled with lust as her fingers slid away from Justin and pressed against the now firm shaft that seemed to be filling every available inch of space in the young man's shorts, “How about we take care of this so you can have a good workout?”

“If that's what you want...”

The girl giggled as her hand drifted away and the world started to shake once more, “Oh Aiden, come on...”

A door opened and shut before the sound of a lock slamming into place seemed to echo all around them. A second later, he could feel the giantess's womanhood pressing in against him once more while sounds of the pair making out seemed to bounce around the world outside.

When they finally came up for air, their heavy breathing filled the world as light came in from above. Straining his neck to see past Aiden's cockhead, Justin found himself staring up into the gorgeous face of a deeply tanned blonde woman whose hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun. Long but notably callused fingers came in to grab at his body while she grinned, “Let's get you out of the way, little guy.”

She held him by the waist and though Justin wanted to struggle, he was too exhausted to do anything more than lay limp in the girl's grip.

An enormous all-gender bathroom swirled around him for a moment before he was being lowered down toward an open gym bag on the floor. Amidst the clothes, water bottle, and other accoutrements that he could see, Justin's eyes were drawn to a shrunken girl who was sprawled amid the giant girl's bra. The fit young woman stared up at the two titans with a mix of admiration and lust, her eyes simply sliding over Justin like he wasn't being brought down to join her.

“Hold up,” Aiden's voice rang through the bathroom like he was in a cathedral, “Put him on the floor, I'm trying to teach him a lesson.”

Lexi's dark eyebrow arched in an unspoken question but her hand swung about without any hesitation. Justin screamed as he was dropped down onto the cold hard tile of the bathroom between the pair's enormous feet.

Ahead of him Aiden's beastly Under Armour shoes smacked down, shoulder width apart as the giant stretched a condom across his now fully erect cock. Turning away from the sight of his giant captor, he found himself staring at a pair of pale pink Adidas sneakers, their once thick soles worn down slightly from use.

Tight black leggings stretched up from the shoes and his eyes climbed high into the sky to see Lexi pulling them down to reveal her firm equally tanned ass and the barest hint of her glistening womanhood beyond. The matching pink tank top that she wore disappeared as she bent forward to brace herself against the sink.

An earthquake sent Justin slamming down against the floor as Aiden stepped forward and entered her from behind. She moaned instantly as her vaginal lips stretched to accommodate the giant's member, her own juices practically gushing down the shaft as they went. Then the pair slid back from each other before pushing back in once again, both of them groaning with lust as they began to fuck in earnest.

Justin lay there, stunned as the whole world shook from the pair's performance.

Droplets of bodily fluids began to rain down around him while he watched his enormous captor fuck for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

He thought back to Emma's enormous face, grinning down at him through the bars of his prison while asking him to feed her intel on the other women in the giant's life. He wondered if the brunette actually wanted to know about the fit blonde giantess who was happy to get railed in a bathroom within a few minutes of Aiden's arrival. The fear that she might squash him if he told the truth made him shake with terror and then he thought about how she might squash him if he didn't tell her because she obviously knew enough about what was happening to ask about it.

All of those thoughts were driven from his head by the pair's orgasmic moans ripping through the world. Aiden pulled out of the girl swiftly enough to send her juices splattering across Justin's body, stunning the shrunken man on the floor far below. High above, he watched the reservoir tip of the condom stretch to accommodate the thick load that was pumping out of Aiden's cock as the giant gasped for air overhead.

Lexi turned around, her face glowing with post-orgasmic bliss as she dabbed herself off then pulled her leggings up. Her hand reached out to gently slide the condom off of Aiden's manhood before her eyes drifted down to where Justin lay struggling in her own drying discharge.

“Do you want him in here?”

She held up the condom and bounced it, making the thick spunk slosh around the rubber.

Justin's heart jumped into his throat as he realized what the girl was asking.

Aiden's face joined her in the heavens, planting a kiss on her cheek before his dark eyes glanced down at Justin far below. “I don't know, let's see if he's learned his place in our world yet...”

Everything shook as the giant's foot smacked down beside Justin and then slowly lifted, baring the gritty tread to the tiny shrunken man.

He knew what the giant wanted and a part of him was screaming to resist but then his eyes drifted to the semen filled condom that would be his next prison if he did.

Any hope of fighting back left him in an instant.

Crawling forward, he dragged his tongue across the giant's tread and fought the urge to gag at the disgusting flavor and texture that washed over his tongue.

“Aww, good boy,” Lexi cooed as he heard the condom land in a nearby trashcan, “Lick it all up. Your master's shoes have been needing a proper cleaning all semester...”

Grant was certain that his tongue would never feel the same.

It had taken him a long time to lick up all the grime that had clung to the giant pair of boots he was stuck to. The horrors of the previous night ran through his head with every new flavor that coated his tongue; the sticky sweetness of jungle juice, funky dried beer, dirt, dust, and worst of all, the coppery tang of blood.

When he finished one boot and started on its partner, his whole body began to shake in fear. From what he had gathered from the gigantic girls, there was going to be another party that night. The newly shrunken boy wasn't sure if he could actually survive another evening dangling from Sadie's waist while being pawed at by gargantuan fraternity brothers. Enormous faces, all of them clearly amused by his pathetic situation, played through his head and reminded him of just what his new place in the world was.

After he finally cleaned both boots, Grant found his head spinning and his arms weak.

There had been enough dirt and sugar mixed into the stains to at least prevent his stomach from being utterly wracked with hunger pangs but his guts churned thanks to the disgusting mixture.

Staring out across the vast bedroom, he could see that Tiffany and Cassidy's slaves simply continued on with their unspoken duties without any question. They licked at smudges, brushed away imperfections, and then patrolled the room to grab up unsightly dust bunnies and similar detritus that was deposited onto a small paper towel beside a towering trash can.

Chained to Sadie's boot, Grant couldn't have helped them even if he wanted to.

Glancing back at the dark underside of the girl's bed though, he realized that he truly didn't want to. The girl's roommates clearly kept the room neat and tidy while Sadie seemed to do just enough to stem the tide of her own disastrous mess.

He could see one leg of the plaid pants she had worn the night before dangling off the bed, twisted up with her comforter and sheets. Beneath it, amid the dust were discarded shoes, a forgotten sock, and haphazard stacks of books, all of which was merely what he could make sense of. While he couldn't see much of the world above him, Grant was ready to bet that her desk and closet were equally messy.

A shudder ran through him as he remembered all the times that he had thought about Sadie.

While Cassidy had been the main focus of his fantasies, most of those had been wholesome. He had imagined that he would find some way to impress her or get her attention and be the kind of guy she actually needed as opposed to the jerks who always seemed to leave her on the verge of tears. He imagined coffee dates, quiet nights cuddling while it rained, and sharing inside jokes.

The kind of stuff that Grant figured were the nice parts of actually dating someone.

He had similar fantasies about Tiffany too, though they always had been a little more upscale. Dinner at one of the nice restaurants in town instead of coffee at the campus Starbucks, a night in a hotel because they went on some trip together, and shared looks across a crowded room. Something about the statuesque girl just made her so out of his league that he had to imagine a whole other life where he had lots of money and attended galas to think of being with her.

Grant's thoughts about Sadie though had always been sexual.

They'd meet at some venue in town because they liked the same band. She'd less take a shine to him and more decide she was in the mood. There'd be no coffee or movie or dinner, they'd just be fucking. Every which way in any place that Grant had ever imagined a pair of people could have sex; dorm rooms, bathrooms, the stacks in the library, and lots of random vaguely flat surfaces around campus.

Intellectually, he had always known it was screwed up to think of her that way.

She was a human being with her own life and thoughts and dreams for the future.

But he'd never have imagined that her life contained such a sty of a bedroom.

Despite his tongue being coated in so much of her filth, he found himself squirming when he spotted a crushed Starbucks cup in the darkness underneath her desk. A discarded fast food wrapper sat beside it, only furthering his disgust.

Distant rumbling pulled him out of his strange and uncomfortable reflections to the enormous door that had remained locked since Sadie had left that morning.

While Grant figured that he would probably be able to unhook himself either from the chain wrapped around him or the boot, the fact that the only way out seemed to be the enormous door had forced him to remain where he was. Yet the distant rumbling made him rise to his unsteady feet, hoping that one of the girls would walk back in and leave the door open. He doubted he'd be able to get out while they were in the room but if they went to the bathroom or somewhere else in the giant sorority house, he'd have a chance.

Instead though, the door remained closed.

Muffled voices filtered through it along with the soft click and clack of a ping pong ball bouncing between paddles. The two girls on the other side were simply enjoying their day, playing a game without sparing a thought for the people imprisoned inside their mansion-like home.

He found himself wondering if they had shrunken people with them or were they trapped somewhere in their rooms just like he and his fellow prisoners were. The idea that they could be standing there, playing ping pong, with a tiny person stuck in their pocket or dangling from a bracelet or some equally terrible fate sent a chill down his spine.

Grant couldn't imagine having so little empathy and disregard for other people.

The ping pong game wore on and on while his fellow prisoners finally completed their tasks and hid deep in the shadows of their respective captors' beds. He wondered what they were doing but as his own eyes grew heavy, Grant realized that they were probably sleeping. The longer he sat with his back propped against Sadie's platform boot, the more he could feel the aches and pains in his own body.

He wasn't even really aware that he had fallen asleep until he had looked up to see Cassidy standing in the middle of the room in a blue and white dress that fell down just past her knees. Shiny dark blue flats were on her feet, their leather creaking as she twirled about in the center of the room, her phone held above her head as she took a series of selfies.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Grant looked around to see that the light from the room's lamps was mingling with a warm autumn sunset. His empty stomach immediately rumbled and his throat was so dry that it felt like it was on fire.

“Ok,” the giantess boomed as she smoothed out her skirt and began to flick through the photos she had just taken, “I've gotta go and help Jacob run some errands ahead of the party.”

Grant struggled to figure out if she was talking to someone or merely thinking out loud before he noticed that both her shrunken man and Tiffany's shrunken woman were kneeling on the carpet several feet from her. They both stared up at the blonde, hanging on her every word like she was the most important person in the universe.

“Tiff is going to meet me there, she just wanted me to grab...”

Cassidy started walking, the hard sole of her flat barreling toward the shrunken girl who merely scrambled out of the way rather than cry out in fright. The force of the blonde's foot hitting the floor knocked the girl flat to the ground while she crossed over to her roommate's armoire without even glancing back. The door creaked open and Grant watched as Cassidy flicked through a few different dresses, jackets, and blazers before pulling down a slate gray one that would surely match the skirt that she wore that morning.

“This, which I'll bring to the house for her since Sadie...”

Her thumb flicked through her phone and Grant watched her big round eyes roll in annoyance.

“Is either ignoring our important pre-party conversation, forgot to charge her phone, or choosing to say nothing. Probably all three.”

Her eyes glanced over to Sadie's side of the room and a pitying look filled her billboard-like face. Everything shook as she moved across the room, the quakes becoming more pronounced the closer she got until Grant found himself cowering against his captor's boot while Cassidy towered over the world.

“Be sure to tell her that she's supposed to dress as Tiffany's date for this tonight, ok, little guy?” She leaned forward, plunging Grant's world into shadow as she tucked her long, now curled, locks behind her ear, “Everyone's supposed to be paired off. It's part of the theme and since I know her and Tiffany don't want to be attached to any of Jacob's fraternity brothers, I paired them up. So tell her that she has to wear a dress because Tiffany is going to be the one in a suit. If Sadie tries to show up in her suit, I'm going to be very mad, little guy.”

Leather creaked and Grant's head snapped to Cassidy's foot, which was grinding against the carpet like she was snubbing out a cigarette. When her heel landed, a faint tremor rumbled out.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, Cassidy!”

The smile on her face suddenly disappeared while her thin brows narrowed, “I'm sorry. What was that, slave?”

Swallowing a sudden lump in his throat, Grant shouted back, “S-sorry, Miss! I'll tell her, Miss!”

“That's what I thought I heard,” what he now realized was a fake condescending smile returned as she leaned back and turned around. She paused briefly at her desk to pick up a small white clutch before bending down to snatch up her own shrunken prisoner, who she dropped into the purse without a second glance.

The door opened and shut a second later, leaving him alone with Tiffany's slave who simply stretched then casually strolled back to the underside of the giant girl's bed with not so much as a glance in Grant's direction.

He sat there, trembling while wondering if he had been completely wrong about Cassidy as well. She seemed sweet but he couldn't reconcile the nice young girl she had always seemed to be with the way her foot had ground against the floor.

A threat she had only made as part of a demand that Sadie wear a dress to some frat party.

It wasn't as if Grant had any way of making the redhead do anything, yet he had a feeling that Cassidy might actually step on him if Sadie showed up in anything but a dress.

The idea of trying to tell the girl what to do weighed on him as he sat there and the sun's light continued to get weaker and weaker.

He heard heavy footsteps approaching the door mere moments before it flung open then shut again. Sadie stood there, her breathing surprisingly heavy as she marched deeper into the room with her cheeks flush.

Grant found himself rising to shaky feet, his back pressed against the now clean platform of her heavy boots as the giant girl pounded up to her bed.

“Fucking shit, he's so hot,” the giantess moaned as she dropped her messenger bag onto her desk chair and immediately tore at her t-shirt, yanking it up to reveal her pale tattooed skin.

Everything shook as her hands pulled at the grommet belt around her waist, her rings clinking against its surface. “If I had just waited a fucking day,” she growled as her jeans plummeted to the floor.

A powerful gust buffeted Grant, momentarily pinning him to the side of the girl's boot while a bouquet consisting of sweat, leather, detergent, and something sweet but acrid filled his nose. His neck craned back as his eyes traveled up the knee high boots that she wore then her milky tattooed thighs to reach the black panties that she had put on that morning.

A darker patch of fabric clung to her womanhood, outlining her pussy in a way that left little to Grant's imagination.

Her fingers dove down to run across that dark patch. A faint squelching noise accompanied the giantess's pleasurable groan before her now damp fingers descended to pull down the zipper of her tall boots.

As she bent down to remove them, her bright blue eyes locked on Grant.

“Instead I grabbed you, like a fucking idiot.”

The tiny man trembled while warm pungent air rolled across the carpeted floor, making his eyes water. Her finger hooked into the back of her sock, pulling it off and then letting it land with a plop onto the floor.

“The ones you were supposed to clean while I slept breathe better,” Sadie boomed in annoyance as her bare feet crashed down in front of him, small bits of black lint clinging to the spongy skin between her toes, “I should have used you like a little odor eater today.”

The words made Grant's chest tighten while the toes scrunched, almost like they were squeezing his little body.

“Still,” her eyes raked over the boots he was chained to, “At least you figured out how to do your job.”

She reached over and pulled at the bottom drawer of her desk, the old wood whining in protest, but those blue orbs drifted back over to him, “My phone buzzed a lot during class but I haven't bothered to check it. Do I have any messages from my roommates?”

The lack of cruelty in her voice made Grant stumble for a moment, the sheer banality of the question making his heart skip a beat for a moment. “Y-yes, S-I mean, Boss,” he stammered as her huge hand rummaged through the drawer, “Cassidy asked you to wear a dress tonight to the party because you're paired up with Tiffany.”

“Lame,” Sadie boomed with a roll of her eyes.

“It's important to the... to the...” Grants eyes went wide as he watched the girl extract a pale green vibrator from the depths of her desk drawer. The plastic device reminded the tiny man of a toy lightsaber, except one that was now longer than he was. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he managed to add, “Theme.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Sadie waved her hand dismissively as her thumb flicked against a switch near the vibrator's base. A low hum filled the room and she happily sighed, “I haven't used Ol' Reliable here in a while...”

She pushed her panties down and they slapped against the carpet with a faint slap. Far above her fingers were already playing against her glistening folds and Grant was shocked to see that her pubes were trimmed into a thin strip of bright red hair.

The world shook and the metal bedframe creaked from her body dropping onto it.

Then the low hum was joined by an excited moan from the giant girl as she slid the vibrator inside of herself, “Fuck, I need him in me like this...”

One of her feet remained on the floor, the toes curling with every stroke of the vibrator above. He watched her calf muscles tense and flex while her breathing became huskier, the girl clearly becoming more and more excited with every gasp.

“If he was in a frat,” her voice became higher pitched, “We could already be fucking.”

The vibrator's hum, the slick slapping of it sliding into her, the groaning of the bedframe, and her low moans seemed to empty Grant's mind out while his gaze focused in on the way the knuckles on her toes looked like they were about to explode.

“If I had shrank him...”

The whole world was swept away by the orgasmic roar that filled the room.

The hum of the vibrator clicked off and the only sound was Sadie's low exhausted breathing.

Grant wasn't sure how much time had passed before the redhead finally said, “Ok...”

The world shook as she rose to her feet and bent down to dig a hand towel out of her desk. She dabbed it against her crotch and then the bed before tossing it into an unseen hamper between the two monumental pieces of furniture.

“A fucking dress,” she grumbled while opening up her closet and sliding on a pair of unadorned white panties before rolling deodorant against her armpits. Hangers rattled against each other, fabric swished about, and finally he watched her take out a sleeveless silver a-line dress that she slipped into with ease.

Despite how she clearly felt about wearing it, Grant found himself unable to deny that it looked great on her and it left enough of her arms and legs bare to show off the tattoos that adorned them. She carefully settled upon her desk chair to touch up her make-up, adding hints of blush and gloss to accentuate her features. The redhead then reached back into the armoire beside her, digging through a small box before pulling out a pair of dainty looking white socks.

Watching them slide across her feet, Grant was surprised by the almost doily-like fringe that hung around her ankles. Then she grabbed a pair of gargantuan sneakers and casually slid her feet into them. Her powerful footfalls seemed to grow in strength when the sneakers hit the ground, their platforms larger than the ones on the pair of boots behind him.

The wide sneakers sat directly in front of him, their thick laces looking almost like fields of barbed wire as they climbed to a tongue that read 'Naked Wolfe.' Their white rubber platform was so pristine that it was almost painful to look at.

“I want you to ingrain this into your memory,” Sadie boomed overhead, “This is how nice these should always look. Do you got that?”

Grant nodded his head fervently, “Yes, boss!”

“Good,” her voice thundered as shadows moved across the world.

Looking up, Grant saw her reaching down toward his chain and his body began to tremble as he realized he was going to the party too, “Pl-please, Boss-”

His words were cut off by the sudden pull of the chain yanking him into the sky. He spun about, the world a blur while he swung through the air and then found himself quickly descending.

Grant landed on the uneven but soft surface of a hand towel that was thinner and more tattered than the one that Sadie had just used. “Wh-what the fuck,” he whispered while staring out at his new prison.

All around him were vibrators and dildos of every size and shape; sleek bullet-like massagers, immense beasts with clit-stimulating horns, floppy veiny cocks with suction cups so they could stick to a wall, and things he couldn't even make heads or tails of. Mixed in with this were bottles of lube, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and what looked like a coil of black rope.

A powerful stench, offensively funky with a faint whiff of sweetness, invaded his world alongside the pale green vibrator that had been inside of Sadie not so long ago. Her fingers then reached for his detached chain and Grant tried to yank it back.

His feeble protests were nothing in comparison to her thumb and forefinger though.

He fell onto his knees while she clipped his chain to a small mechanical bit at the vibrator's base. Grant's neck craned back to see her smiling face hanging in the heavens above, the look sending a chill down his spine.

“Get Ol' Reliable here nice and clean,” her voice was softer but still strong enough to make him tremble, “I got to find a guy in a frat I can actually stand so we can get you the protein you're going to need for your new life.”

“What?” Grant's voice cracked as he tried to process the nonsense ringing in his ears.

“Have a good night and enjoy your dinner.”

The drawer rumbled but didn't fully close, leaving him just enough light to see her still glistening vibrator sitting beside him.

As the world shook and he heard the door open and close once more, Grant finally grasped the meaning of her words.

If there had been anything in his belly besides dirt and dried jungle juice, he was certain he'd have vomited up far more than the flecks of bile that came out of him.

In the darkest recesses of her mind, Kendall could never have imagined the indignities she had been forced to suffer over the past week and a half of her captivity.

Her first twenty-four hours where she had been pummeled, berated, forced to lick dirt off of shoes, and almost eaten, all on top of having three Greek letters literally burned into her skin, would be the worst that the blonde could do to her.

Since then though she had picked lint from between the girl's toes, painted her toenails three times in a row because Abigail kept changing her mind on what color she wanted, and simply been squeezed like a stress ball while the girl worked on her calculus problem sets.

Then there were the countless times that she was almost stepped on by both her captress and her gigantic roommate. Neither of the towering girls watched where they were going and when she cried out in shock, they glared down at her like she was the one at fault. If they were particularly annoyed by her, or more likely bored, they would demand an apology where Kendall would have to prostrate herself while begging forgiveness and asking them for guidance on how to be 'less problematic.'

Every demeaning task that Abigail could come up with, Kendall was forced to do. She had scrubbed the insoles of the girl's shoes. She had rubbed moisturizer on the razor burns between her towering tanned thighs. She had even been forced to scrape gunk out from the giantess's ears while Abigail simply lay on her bed and mindlessly scrolled on her phone

Yet somehow, even with the fact that she had only eaten whatever castoffs the giant girls fed her for over a week and her toilet was now an old tupperware container, Kendall found the greatest humiliation was that she couldn't get past the door to their bedroom.

In her free moments, she had prowled around the room searching for some way out, often to the amusement of Florence, Michelle's prisoner. The girl had told her that there was no escape but Kendall was not just going to lie down and become some fawning servant to the giant bimbo who had captured her.

The more time she spent in the shadows of the room though, the more Kendall realized that Florence was right. The only way out was the giant door and even when the girls had left it open, it was merely a trap.

While Abigail was often too absorbed by her homework or her chosen distraction from her homework to notice when Kendall was skirting toward the door, her roommate always did.

The towering Asian girl clearly enjoyed watching Kendall creep toward the door, only to rise up and cut off her escape with a few quick strides. The door would either slam shut, sending out a stiff wind that made her little body shiver or Michelle would stop her herself. Her long elegant foot would smash down directly into Kendall's path, bowling her over while Michelle simply smirked down at her from above. Her toes would then flex and she would bare her sole at Kendall, as if warning her that one day she might end up beneath it rather than beside it.

Through the door, she could also see the other giant sorority sisters.

Their shoes and bare feet were pristine, just like her captress's, reminding Kendall that she wasn't the only one in the house who was effectively enslaved. Worse, she could see that they didn't watch where they were walking either, which while advantageous for an escape would also spell certain doom if she ended up directly in their path.

So she often found herself sitting in the center of the room, in the vast space between the two girls' desks, simply staring at the vast door. It didn't matter if it was open or closed, Kendall just stared at it, trying to plot out her escape.

A thunderous giggle boomed across the heavens before Abigail's practically chicken fried voice rang out, “What are you even looking at?”

Her head snapped to where Abigail was seated on the edge of her bed, tugging on a pair of chunky high heeled boots. She had just spent the past thirty minutes polishing them, her body shaking the whole time from the realization that the heel was almost as tall as she was and the platform at the front rose up to her crotch. Watching the leather creak and stretch from Abigail's foot entering it sent a fresh shiver down her spine.

As always, the girl was just dressed fashionably but in a way that made Kendall's eyes hurt.

Burnt orange corduroy pants hugged her shapely hips but then fell loosely to her ankles. A cropped Nine Inch Nails t-shirt was stretched by her ample chest and ended just above her glittery belly button piercing. As her dark green eyes remained locked on Kendall, she tossed on her boxy motorcycle jacket then grabbed her black bucket hat, which landed neatly atop her head. Rather than go for her wet look, the blonde's long wavy hair was dry with a perfect volume that made it neatly bounce against her shoulders.

“Is it a bug?” Abigail cooed, her plump lips twitching with a smile as she walked toward the door, her eyes scanning the ground, “They're not supposed to be able to get in here but I'm sure these would kill anything...”

The heavy boots smashed down on either side of the tiny girl and Kendall watched as Abigail lifted the ball of her foot up one more time before letting it crash back down. Bracing herself against the floor, she stared up wide-eyed at Abigail and shook her head, “N-no, Mistress. I was just st-staring off into space...”

The giant girl sighed, “If I had know you'd touch these up so fast, I should've had you massage my feet. These boots are so hot but they're killers.”

Kendall nodded, she knew the girl wanted her to volunteer to take care of her massive peds but she refused to give the blonde the satisfaction.

Abigail stood there, her hands resting on her hips for a moment while she looked at the shrunken girl between her feet. “Well,” she thundered before rolling her eyes, “Whatever. We need to get going anyway.”

The boot that she had just cleaned sailed over Kendall's head as Abigail crossed to her desk and grabbed her purse. She had swapped out her cream colored Telfar for a softer black Kate Spade bag the day before, or more accurately Kendall had spent an hour dragging all of her stuff from one bag to the other.

To her surprise though, the bag was lowered to the floor and then Abigail's hand was descending toward her while her eyes looked toward Michelle's closet, “C'mere, Florence. Michelle wants you to come too.”

Kendall was already being pulled into the air, her body swinging toward the bag's interior side pocket, but she caught a glimpse of Florence scampering toward the center of the room, having been deep inside her mistress's closet doing who knows what.

Abigail's fingers casually slid Kendall into a pocket that felt half an inch too short for her frame, leaving her head and shoulders awkwardly hanging out beyond the zipper. A moment later, Florence's limp form descended from the heavens and slid in next to her before the purse was suddenly lifted up into the sky.

The giantess's smiling face was the last thing that Kendall saw before the bag was snapped shut and tossed over the girl's shoulder, making her bump into Florence with a grunt. They weren't trapped in total darkness thanks to light that filtered in from above and Kendall found her eyes drawn to her fellow prisoner's calm expression.

“Where the hell are we going?” Kendall whispered as the world started to shake, every tremor punctuated by the heavy thud of Abigail's heels hitting the floor.

Doors opened and shut as the giantess went but Florence merely shrugged, “Wherever your Mistress wants to take us. If she's taking me though, she's probably meeting Mistress Michelle at one of the coffee shops near campus.”

“Do you have to talk like that?” Kendall hissed, “They're not our Mistresses. We're not on Downton fucking Abbey.”

Florence rolled her eyes, “Do you really need Mistress Michelle to step on you before you get it?”

“Get what?”

“That we're not equal to them,” the other girl growled, “We only thought we were because we didn't know they could do this to us. I get it, ok? When I thought sorority girls and frat guys were spoiled brats or chasing the brass ring or idiot party animals, I kind of thought that I was better than them. I was doing all this on my own and I'd get by on my own merits and then one day Mistress Michelle snapped her fingers, made me this small, and used me to get the crud out from between her toes. To them, we're literally living toe rags and the only reason you haven't ended up squashed or worse yet is because Abigail either hasn't noticed your escape attempts or finds them funny.”

Kendall blinked as the girl went on and on, the speech making her shake with fear.

“So maybe you're the one who needs to start talking like I do if you want to survive for much longer because seriously, the way you're going you could end up as a stain on your owner's Steve Maddens by the time I go to bed curled up in Mistress Michelle's slippers tonight.”

Even though there were other enormous people passing Abigail by, all Kendall could hear was the thump of the giant girl's boots against the campus walkways. She could feel her heart beating against her chest in time with each one of the blonde's footfalls. Her breathing became ragged in her own ears as Abigail's words echoed in her mind.

'I'm sure these could kill anything.'

Kendall realized that she was 'anything' not some imaginary bug.

What she had thought was another ditzy musing from the enormous blonde had been a barely veiled threat.

More and more of them played out in Kendall's head as she thought about what the girl had said since shrinking her down. While scrubbing one of her insoles clean, Abigail's toes had appeared in the mouth of the shoe before they pulled away and Abigail had joked about what could happen if she 'really forgot.' While rubbing her clean in a bathroom sink, Abigail had plugged the drain and then set her down into the rising water while she went to the bathroom, musing the whole time about how long it'd take the water to get above Kendall's head. Then there were the countless times that she had almost been stepped on, with the blonde smiling each and every time.

“Oh fuck,” Kendall whispered.

“Yeah,” Florence grumbled, “You're on thin ice and you haven't even noticed.”

A whoosh of air signaled Abigail had entered a building and the familiar smell of the campus Starbucks filled Kendall's nostrils. The sound of wax paper rustling and ice rattling echoed outside before the purse swayed in a wide circle, making Kendall's little head spin while the giantess walked right back outside.

Their prison rose and fell before it suddenly settled onto a surface, the walls sagging down slightly around them. A fingersnap echoed out, impossibly loud despite the leather walls that muffled the rest of the world. Then a strange sensation rushed over Kendall's bare skin, as if she had just plunged into a pool that had been warmed by the sun on a summer's day.

“Did you bring mine?” Michelle's voice boomed as her pink acrylics suddenly appeared overhead.

The bag snapped opened while Florence shouted, “I'm here, Mistress!”

Kendall watched as the girl practically jumped into her captress's waiting hand before being hauled across the sky while Michelle spoke, “Good, some fucking GDI bitch spilled her macchiato on my Forces.”

“Should've taught her a lesson,” Abigail replied while her fingers dug into the purse and clamped down on Kendall's head and shoulders. For a moment, her world consisted of nothing more than the girl's well moisturized fingertips and the pain of being pulled upward by her neck.

Kendall knew that her arms and legs were wheeling about through the empty air but all she could think about was the burning pain in her shoulders and the throbbing pressure against her skull.

With no warning, she landed in a heap atop the cool metal surface of an outdoor table.

Through the table's mesh-like surface, she could see Florence down on the brick patio far below. The girl was bent over the toe of Michelle's white Nikes, lapping up the coffee that threatened to stain the otherwise pristine leather. Her little eyes went wide as she looked out at the busy campus Starbucks, wondering how the hell none of the passersby noticed the shrunken girl that sat between the pair.

“Magic?” She whispered to herself, thinking of the strange sensation that had run through her before she had been taken out.

The idea that the giants could literally conceal their crimes with such minimal effort made her whole body shudder. She stared out at the enormous world, the idea that she had walked by similar scenes either in undergrad or in her time at law school filling her with dread.

Depending on how it worked, Kendall might go to someone for help and be seen as a literal bug in the eyes of a potential savior.

The same fingers that had painfully pulled her from the purse appeared in front of her face, derailing her thoughts with a moist lump of pumpkin bread. Kendall's empty stomach sent her scrambling forward and without thinking, she called out, “Thank you, Mistress!”

She pulled at the piece and the fingers opened while Michelle's voice lazily boomed, “I still think you should have kept your acrylics. She's going to have to learn how to do fill-in work eventually.”

“It wasn't her,” Abigail replied while stretching out her hand so that her candy apple colored nails caught in the dwindling sunlight, “It's Fall so I wanted Fall Nails.”

“I like my claws,” Michelle's long pink nail came down and poked against Kendall's backside. She flinched and looked up at the enormous girl, who was lounging there in a denim jacket and Gamma Phi Beta t-shirt with her dark eyes locked on her, “Keeps these tiny things in line.”

“Yeah but you also can't open a can of soda with them.”

“That's what they're for,” Michelle smirked and the sharp end of a nail poked against Kendall's stomach, forcing her to stumble away, “Anything I can't be bothered with.”

A deep masculine voice suddenly interrupted their conversation, “Hey there, Abbie.”

Kendall's world was suddenly plunged into shadow as two behemoths appeared over the table. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she suddenly realized that she had not seen a man since Abigail shrunk her.

The one who had spoken, whose blocky blunt features were twisted into a cocky grin practically loomed over Abigail. He was dressed in a black shirt with the Greek letters AXP stretched across his chest in an electric blue. Something in the way that his dark eyes slid over Abigail's frame made Kendall's skin crawl; it wasn't merely creepy but there was a familiarity to it, as if he knew what everything he wasn't seeing looked like.

“Ugh, what do you want, Aiden?” The blonde practically spat his name out.

“Can't I just pop over and say hi?” The boy chuckled, dragging a chair over and plunking himself down, “It's been a minute since you were over at our house.”

“I wonder why,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “It's not like anyone from Gamma Phi Beta visits the Alpha Chi Rho house anymore except for Summer and Sadie.”

“That's that little punk redhead and the pothead, right?” His hand settled on the table, each of his long fingers drumming against it as if he was bored. Every tap sent a small tremor through the metal that sent Kendall crawling away.

“Yes, and news flash, Aiden, neither of them are ever going to risk getting into bed with you and getting whatever disease you're spreading around campus these days.”

“Whatever,” The giant laughed, though there was something about the noise that set Kendall on edge, “That little redhead can pick winners at our Fight Nights and her stoned friend clearly likes to lose money, so it's all good to me.”

“Fight Night is so disgusting.”

“That's not what you were saying last year...”

Kendall's head snapped toward her captress and she spotted the faintest pink rising in her cheeks. She knew in that instant that Fight Night was exactly what it sounded like; gigantic frat brothers forcing tiny people to fight. Even a few hours earlier, she would never have jumped to that conclusion but with the way Abigail couldn't meet the giant boy's gaze, Kendall knew it was true.

“I got a new one, he's pretty good for a boomer,” Aiden's dark eyes flickered from Abigail to Kendall and the shrunken girl's heart skipped a beat, “And I heard you finally popped your shrinking cherry too...”

His hand crept forward, slow and menacing, while Kendall remained frozen in place certain that the titan could snatch her up before she could even stand. The immense fingers didn't grab her though, they simply ran over her tiny shivering body, like he was petting a nervous animal.

“She's kinda cute in a nerdy loser sort of way,” he boomed, his eyes drinking in every inch of her naked body, “A real good first tiny. Reminds me of the one I had my first semester, remember him?”

Abigail sighed, “Yes, I remember.”

“He was a lot of fun.” The finger pushed against Kendall's skull, tousling her hair, while the giant let out a satisfied sigh, “Anyway, next big fight is between Parent's Weekend and Homecoming, you two should really come by.”

“We won't, Aiden,” Abigail growled.

“Well, if you change your mind,” the giant towered over the world, a smug expression on his brutish face as he looked down first at Kendall then Abigail, “See you around, Abbie.”

“Hope I don't, Aiden.”

The giant smirked, as if this was far from the first time that Abigail told him off as he strode away, the world shaking from each of his strides.

“Bye, Michelle, and sorry about Aiden, Abigail,” thundered the other giant.

With the way his frat brother had loomed over them, Kendall had never even noticed the other giant. His rich dark skin and towering frame reminded her of mahogany trees while the easy smile on his handsome face put her at ease after the several agonizing minutes spent under Aiden's gaze.

“It's fine, Isaac,” Abigail huffed, “I'm over him.”

“I know, doesn't mean he needs to be a dick about it. I'll try to talk to him...”

She snorted in disbelief as the giant young man walked off in vaguely the same direction as Aiden.

“Are you ok though?” Michelle asked while taking a sip of her coffee.

Fingers that Kendall now realized were quite dainty wrapped around her and squeezed, forcing the air from her lungs in a slow wheeze. For a moment her lungs burned before Abigail's fist unclenched, allowing her to take a slow deep breath that was pushed out of her a second later when the fingers tightened once more.

“I'm fine, that boy's just a walking mistake. I also just, like, don't get why he's still so obsessed with me. It's not as if he isn't fucking who knows how many other girls right now.”

“I heard him and Emma from Tri-Delt have been hooking up a lot.”

A low biting laugh came from Abigail as she squeezed Kendall once more, “Well that isn't a surprise. If your girlfriend won't, try delt.”

Both girls laughed, the sound dark and bitter in Kendall's ears as Abigail's stress was literally unleashed on her shrunken aching body.

Grant still hadn't earned 'walking around privileges' despite the fact that he had complied with every one of Sadie's disgusting demands.

His mouth now seemed to permanently taste of leather and rubber. No matter how much time he had been forced to lick other things, it did nothing to dislodge the taste that came from constantly being forced to clean her shoes with nothing more than his mouth. Every other job, whether it was painting her nails or rolling joints for her and her 'Big Sister' Summer, was apparently secondary.

Most of the time, Sadie kept him chained up to her shoe rack with just enough slack so that he could wander about the cramped area it occupied between her bed, desk, and armoire. The rack competed for space with a nearly always full laundry basket and a near immaculate waste basket. The small trash can was only so clean because Sadie seemed to let random bits of trash accumulate on or under her desk until she could simply sweep it all into a trash bag once a week.

Thankfully, the pile of coffee cups, energy drink cans, and various food wrappers had been carried out the night before despite being smaller than any of the previous two sweeps that Grant had witnessed.

He still had no idea what compelled the giant girl to actually clean her living space, since neither Cassidy or Tiffany seemed to actually say anything. Though he had begun to notice that when Sadie was away, they would occasionally look from an errant candy wrapper to where he sat chained to the redhead's shoe rack. They never said anything but Grant understood that they wanted him to pick up after their giant roommate.

The worst part was that if Grant had been able to, he would have.

There was no amount of scuffs or stains on any of Sadie's shoes to keep him occupied throughout the day. When he had first seen the way that his fellow prisoners cleaned every unseen inch of their vast prison, he couldn't wrap his head around it. After two weeks though, Grant fully understood the boredom that could set in when their ostensible owners were away.

From what he could see from his small corner of the room, there was no obvious way to escape.

The only way out was the door and while he was small, he was nowhere near small enough to slide beneath it when it was closed. The vents were up on the ceiling and the narrow basement windows were set high up on the wall, impossible to reach unless whatever power Sadie had used to shrink him had granted him the ability to climb sheet rock.

That meant that the only thing left to do was whatever Sadie asked and whatever else he thought might help her on top of that. Of course, despite the fact that he had stopped even thinking about hesitating when her voice thundered out with a command, she still had not granted him the right to walk around like her roommate's shrunken prisoners.

He was beginning to wonder if she ever would.

After all, Sadie had shrunken him on some frustrated whim.

She didn't seem to want a shrunken slave despite the fact that she had found plenty of uses for him. If anything, she seemed content to leave him trapped in his little corner of her dorm room. She cared enough about him to provide him with a small bowl to go to the bathroom in, a bowl of fresh water, and to toss him scraps of whatever she was eating but that was as far as she seemed willing to go.

Grant had quickly learned not to demand better treatment.

In his first few days, his raspy pleas for food and water had always been met with a glob of spit or the presentation of crumbs clinging to the treads of her shoes. It was only after he had stopped asking that she gave him something better that she started to toss him scraps and give him a little bowl for water. The same thing had occurred when he had asked for somewhere to sleep. She had dragged her laundry basket closer to the shoe rack and dropped him into it, where he sank into a pile of clothing that reeked of her sweat, deodorant, and perfume. Only after a week of living like that had she given him a clean sock, one whose partner she had clearly lost at some point, to use as a sleeping bag. If he simply waited Sadie out, she would eventually unchain him.

And if he waited even longer, she might even drop her guard enough for him to escape.

Grant knew on some level that escape was extremely unlikely, if not outright impossible. After all, if going out and getting help was something that could be done, then the story of sororities and fraternities shrinking people would have broken a long time ago. That didn't mean he could stop thinking about it though.

There was no way he could simply lie down and accept the awful new reality that he found himself in.

Rumbling footsteps broke his concentration in an instant.

It was Saturday.

That meant that Cassidy was either in the library or with her boyfriend Jacob and since she had taken her shrunken man with her, Grant figured the poor guy was being batted between her feet while she studied. Tiffany had left her shrunken girl behind to clean a pair of flats while she went off to work for the charity the sorority was supporting that semester, a task she had tried to lure her roommates into that neither seemed interested in at all.

Sadie normally slept in on Saturdays and then hit the gym in the afternoon before coming back briefly to shower and change ahead of a party or concert or very rarely a night spent in with the few other girls in the house that she seemed to like.

However, something had been off that morning.

She had risen right after her roommates, rather than hours later, and while she still went to the gym, it had been a quick session rather than the full afternoon she normally spent there. Her monstrous Hokas still sat beside him, free of any scuffs but still smelling strongly of the redhead's sweat.

It could have just been some sorority sisters coming down to use the game room but as the footsteps grew louder, Grant rose to his feet. Beneath Tiffany's bed, her slave did the same, nervously looking from a pair of patent leather flats that she had shined to perfection to the looming door.

The lock rattled and it was Sadie's voice that filled the room as she entered, “And here's my room...”

Her worn classic black and white Converse crushed carpet fibers as she strode into the room with her loose jeans swishing around her ankles. The door opened wider and Grant's eyes went wide as he saw another redheaded woman walk into the room.

White Adidas Sambas sat on her feet, every inch of them practically immaculate as they pounded down against the carpet. Her dark blue jeans hugged a little tighter to her long curvy legs than Sadie's pale denim did and she had a dark green tanktop on with a loose white button down tossed over it. By the time Grant reached her face, he expected to see a mature woman who looked like she could be Sadie's mom but instead he found himself staring up at a woman who couldn't have been older than thirty.

There were obvious similarities between the two beyond just the shade of their hair and their matching bright blue eyes. Hints in their cheekbones, the shape of their shoulders, and even though Sadie was wearing a boxy black t-shirt with some local punk band's name poorly screen printed onto it, Grant couldn't help but notice the similarity of their hips.

But the differences between the two were obvious. Sadie's chin was square with a faint cleft that the older relative didn't possess. Sadie's lips were a little fuller and her eyes more sunken. The other woman was almost a full head taller with long runner's legs that were a sharp contrast to Sadie's more compact build.

Sisters or cousins or maybe even a very young aunt and niece were all possibilities that swirled around in the shrunken young man's head as he watched the woman nestle wide sunglasses into her curly red hair.

Bright blue eyes scanned the room but they didn't land on him, instead they locked onto Tiffany's shrunken girl. “Oh hello there, little one,” the giantess cooed like she was talking to a kitten while she squatted down and extended a hand, “C'mere.”

Grant's fellow prisoner didn't move but that clearly didn't matter to the giantess, whose pale milky fingers simply grabbed her anyway. She was pulled up into the sky while the redhead squeezed her, giggling at the way Tiffany's shrunken slave squirmed and wheezed in her grasp.

“Oh my God,” the older woman's cheeks flushed slightly, “It's been so long I've almost forgotten what they're like when they're this new.”

“Megan, that one's not even mine,” Sadie whined.

“Do Sisters not share things in this chapter, hm?” Megan asked with a smug grin as she rose up to her full height. The fingers of her other hand ran across the small girl's body, poking and prodding her without even glancing down.

“Just because you were a Gamma Phi Beta at a completely different school, like, twenty years ago-”

“It was ten...” The taller redhead blinked for a second, “I guess more like twelve years ago...”

“Whatever,” Sadie grumbled in frustration.

The world began to shake as she stalked deeper into the room.

Grant took a deep breath and settled onto his knees, hoping that the subservient position wouldn't go unnoticed by Sadie. Shadows surrounded him and his body was yanked up at the same time his chain was detached from the shoe rack, creating one painful moment of his body being pulled in two directions before the chain was forced to give in. The sharp intake of breath earned him a dark glance from Sadie but her face simply turned into a blur as he was tossed back down to the floor.

“This one's mine.”

“Aww, lookit you,” Megan boomed from above as the ground continued to shake.

It took Grant a moment to get back to his feet and find himself smack dab between two enormous pairs of sneakers. Megan sat on Sadie's desk chair, one leg crossed over the other and bobbing in the sky over his head while Tiffany's prisoner remained squirming in her grasp. Behind him Sadie was hunched over the side of her bed, elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her hands as she watched him.

The gray suede toe of the giant woman's Adidas thrust forward, making him stumble backward. Megan giggled overhead, “Still so scared, huh? Worried what the big bad Sorority Girl is going to do to you?”

“Can you really call yourself a girl anymore? At your age?” Sadie sneered.

“Jesus Christ,” Megan rolled her eyes, “What is your problem today?”

“Maybe it's you showing up here for Parent's Weekend when you're not my parent and I'm not some stupid little freshman anymore who forgot a bunch of stuff at home?”

Grant flinched at the surprising amount of hurt in the redhead's voice.

“Oh...” the other giantess was clearly not expecting the bitterness and pain in Sadie's voice either, “Sadie, it's... I just... I know you don't get to see our side of the family much and I was coming through for work anyway and when you told me the other week that you shrank someone...”

The shrunken girl in the older woman's hand was set down beside Grant, her whole body trembling as Megan rose up and then settled on the bed beside Sadie. Megan wrapped an arm around the younger girl's shoulders before pulling her in tight, “I can go if that's what you want. I didn't want to make you feel like a baby or that I was checking up on you or something like that.”

Grant watched as black nails he had painted the night before tapped against a studded leather bracelet wrapped around Sadie's wrist, “No, it's cool. It's fine, it's just a lot sometimes, you just look a lot like...”

Sadie's voice tightened and she cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“I know, sweetie,” Megan's grip became a little tighter before easing off.

Megan's sneakered foot plowed into Grant without even a whiff of warning, bowling him over and making him cry out. He rubbed his sore chest as he looked up to see the faintest flicker of a smile on Sadie's face while she wiped tears away from her eyes.

“So how about you tell me about this little guy, huh? What's his deal?”

“I don't know. Summer, my big had mentioned at the start of this year that, you know, I was putting it off for too long and how everyone in our house keeps one and then Leslie, our Pan-Hellenic rep kept badgering me about it, and our chapter president said that we should all have them before the new rush class was finalized. I was just sick of it, you know? I saw him hanging outside one of the dining halls and nobody was around so I just did it.”

Megan grinned down at him as the sole of her sneaker settled down atop his legs. The weight was immense but Grant could tell that the giant woman was holding back since there was almost no pressure from her toes. “I love an opportunistic snatching,” she purred, “It's just so much fun.”

“Eh, well, I think he's some kind of perv though.”

The toes suddenly pressed down and Grant could do nothing but writhe and wheeze beneath the impossible weight, “Is that why he's all chained up?”

“What?”

Grant's own mind echoed Sadie's question.

“Cause he's your little sub.”

“Ew, Megan, no.”

“Oh sorry,” she threw up her hands and rolled her eyes, “I forgot how weird your generation is about sex. Can't have it in movies and can't have it with their shrunken slaves apparently.”

“First off, I don't care about sex in movies,” Sadie growled, “Second, you're a fucking Millennial who got a Harry Potter tattoo removed a few years ago. Third, I don't want to indulge the perv! I got him chained up so that he isn't running around... doing stuff under my bed or whatever.”

Grant coughed as Sadie's words rattled around inside his head and fear rose in his belly over the idea that she might never unchain him if that's what she thought would happen.

“So you've been keeping him chained up next to your dirty panties and shoes?”

Even through the sneaker's rubber sole, the shrunken man could feel Megan's toes scrunch against his legs while she giggled.

“Why would that – Oh my God, ew, Megan, no!” The floor shook from Sadie stomping her foot in disgust before her eyes swept down to where Grant lay, squirming uncomfortably. The furrowing of her brow made him freeze up and the finger she wagged down at him made him yelp in surprise, “Tell me right now, perv! Have you been doing anything you're not supposed to?!”

“No, Boss! Never!”

“You make him call you boss?” Megan snorted with laughter.

“What's wrong with that?”

“Nothing.” Megan giggled before her voice took on a mocking high pitched tone and a faint accent, “No, Boss! I'd never cross ya, see!”
“He's not a gangster from some old black and white movie.”

“He kind of talks like one though,” her toes pressed down once more, “Don't ya, little guy?”

Grant could only groan as he felt like his knees were about to pop.

“Ok,” her foot lifted off Grant and then a shrill feminine cry echoed out as it came down on Tiffany's prisoner. The tiny man watched as his counterpart was dragged back into place by the enormous sneaker before it released her. “So what's his deal then? What makes him a perv?”

“He knew my name before I told him,” Sadie glared down at Grant, her eyes raking over him as if for the first time, “He was probably in one of my classes and obsessed with me. Like a little stalker.”

“That's the perfect guy to shrink though,” Megan grinned, her feet tapping against the floor in excitement, “My little man is still so obsessed with me and he always was. From the moment I got him it was like he was wrapped around my little finger. It was almost like having a little boyfriend who I could just put away whenever I was done with him...”

She let out a dreamy sigh that sent a shudder down Grant's spine. He knew somewhere, deep in his gut, that Megan's little man had never felt like her 'little boyfriend'.

Sadie let out a snort, “And how does Kate feel about that?”

“I love my wife,” Megan replied quickly, “And because she and I love each other, she understands that I have needs and that's why I'm allowed to keep my little man. Also, you know, most of the time we keep him a lot bigger than this. He's the reason neither of us ever learned how to cook anything beyond, like, mac and cheese from a box.”

Grant's mind suddenly raced at the idea that what had been done to him could be reversed. Beside him, the sharp intake of breath that came from Tiffany's slave told him that she had never heard that possibility either.

“So wait, did you bring him with you or not?”

“He's home with Kate, probably getting hit more often than when I'm around but that's what he gets,” Megan's eyes glanced back down at Grant and his fellow prisoner, “I'm sure you both know what happens when you disobey your owners.”

Another shudder went through the tiny man's body and he found himself nodding along even though neither giantess was looking at him any longer.

“My point is, it's easy to make these little things terrified of you, like, we can just step on them and then they're dead,” Megan shrugged, “But the only way they're really going to last is if you let them love you.”

Sadie leaned against her desk, drumming her fingers against it while she stood there in deep thought.

“Hey, perv,” she boomed before tapping the toe of her sneaker against her carpet, “Come here.”

“Y-yes, Boss,” Grant scrambled forward on all fours to kneel at the designated spot.

The scuffed up toe of the old sneaker settled before him, the whole foot stretching up above him. He craned his neck back, struggling to see the expression on the redhead's face before remembering that when he knelt this close to her, her body completely eclipsed the sky.

“Kiss it.”

Even though he couldn't see her distant face, Grant knew there was a smile on it.

He bent down and kissed the dirty white rubber of her old chucks.

“Sadie, that's not what I meant.”

“Well, what the hell did you mean then?”

“I'll tell you later,” Megan laughed, “Let's finish the tour of this house first. Mine was nowhere near this big.”

The world began to shake as the pair moved toward the door, the tension that had been buzzing between them when they first arrived suddenly gone.

Grant sat there for a long moment with the taste of rubber lingering on his lips while his mind raced from everything Sadie's relative had said.

Then one thought pierced through the others: his chain wasn't connected to anything.

Even with it still wrapped tight around his waist, he jumped to his feet and turned to the door only to find that the pair had shut it when they left.

Justin ran for all he was worth, his breath coming in ragged gasps while his arms pumped at his sides.

The floor shook as a sneaker slid in front of him, forcing him to quickly jump, plant his hands on the soft black toe, and slide across it only to land on his feet mid-stride. Without even slowing down, he spun about the front of the right shoe that was already waiting to trip him up. Coming out the other side, the shrunken man sped up because he fully expected to see a shadow expanding around him from the foot rising up into the air.

Instead though, a feminine voice rang out, “Seriously, Aiden?”

The giant's chuckle was cut short and his feet remained planted on the floor behind Justin, who took the opportunity to slow down and catch his breath. He looked up to see the brutish face of his captor frowning as he looked across at the girl seated in front of his desk.

At first, Justin had thought that Aiden really was only screwing around with Emma and Lexi. As the days turned into weeks though, he had encountered the last girl in the giant frat boy's rotation: Kimberly.

Unlike Lexi, who Justin had quickly realized was aware that she was one of several girls and seemed to delight in reminding Aiden that he was only one of several possibilities hanging about in her phone all of whom had to also complete with her 'shrunken dyke', which is what she called her shrunken prisoner. Or even Emma, who clearly knew that there were other girls even though she wasn't exactly sure who they were. Kimberly seemed to actually believe that Aiden was faithful to her.

The little man would have felt bad for the giant naive girl if not for the fact that she had her own shrunken prisoner who seemed to spend most of his time being battered beneath her dainty foot.

She sat with her legs crossed beneath her on Aiden's desk chair, with a large textbook and an accompanying binder sprawled across her lap. Her laptop also sat open on the giant's desk with notes and various other study aids on its screen.

The first time Justin had seen the mousy girl with her long brown hair and big circular glasses show up at Aiden's room only to watch them dry hump for an hour while making out, he had struggled to understand why Aiden was interested in her at all. He was already fucking two gorgeous sorority girls, one of whom was completely accepting of the fact that they were both seeing other people, why did he need to mess around with such a cute and seemingly chaste girl?

The giant's life, as far as Justin was concerned, was what college movies promised kids their lives would be like on campus; an endless parade of sexual escapades with absurdly attractive young women.

Yet, several times, he had watched Kimberly set firm boundaries with the immense behemoth, refusing to do more than give him the occasional vigorous handjob. And every time, Aiden had simply taken a deep breath, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and told her it was great.

Then one night, he had watched as she helped him study and his stomach had churned in response to the giant's suddenly obvious reasoning. All he had to do was be the girl's idea of what a sweet, if still horny, guy was and she helped him pass his classes.

Justin didn't think he could be more disgusted with a man who forced him to lick his sneakers clean and regularly gave him nothing more than crackers coated in cum to eat so that he could 'bulk up' but watching Aiden play Kimberly truly made him want to vomit. Worse still, while spending an afternoon cleaning Aiden's Air Jordan 7s, he had been forced to listen while Aiden explained to one of his fraternity brothers that he thought of Kimberly as a 'challenge' and was curious to see just when she would 'break' and let him take her virginity.

The shrunken man couldn't help but be reminded that if Aiden's life was a college movie, the giant sure as hell wasn't the hero.

“Babe, c'mon, you know it's Fight Night tonight,” the giant said in a soothing voice while he reached out to gently touch her knee, “He needs to train.”

Kimberly looked down at Justin, her brow knitted in concentration before she let out a slight huff that sent a few errant hair strands flying about her face, “You know, it'd be better for him if you let him rest ahead of a fight. He's more likely to hurt himself rather than anyone else if he overexerts himself.”

“That's a really good point, babe,” Aiden nodded while his hand moved a little further to squeeze her thigh, “And he will spend the rest of the day conserving his energy in his cage.”

Her face softened slightly from Aiden acquiescing and she nodded, “Good because you really don't need any more distractions. This midterm is going to be right after Homecoming...”

“I know, babe,” he squeezed her thigh again before his hand drifted away to tap the toe of her wide New Balance sneakers, “But are you telling me you don't have a little distraction in here?”

Kimberly giggled and a faint pink color came to her otherwise pale skin, “He is in there but that's different. He helps me to focus whereas using your feet to make a little obstacle course for that little guy pulls your focus away.”

Aiden smirked while shrugging his shoulders, “If you say so, babe.”

She giggled before reaching up to grasp his jaw with both of her hands. “You're so cute when you say that,” she cooed while pulling his face to hers. The long sleeves of her Kappa Kappa Gamma sweater slid down her spindly forearms as she planted her thin mouth against his full lips.

The giant leaned into the kiss, moaning slightly before one of Kimberly's hands drifted down and pressed firmly against his chest.

They parted with a faint slurping noise before she giggled, “You're not going to distract me that easily, Aiden.”

He simply smirked at her and batted his eyes in a way that must have managed to seem endearing given how Kimberly laughed. Justin's stomach twisted about in discomfort and his whole body winced in unbidden sympathy for the unwitting giantess.

The giant turned his attention back to his own, far less organized, notebook and the laptop that sat on his unmade bed, “Anyway, you were saying, babe?”

“Aiden,” the girl giggled, “Aren't you forgetting something?”

One of Kimberly's delicate fingers poked out from the long sleeve of her sweater to point down at Justin.

Aiden's enormous head turned and his easygoing smile twitched in annoyance for a second. “Oh right,” the bed groaned as Aiden leaned down with his enormous hand outstretched, “Sorry, babe.”

Justin's whole body screamed at him to run but he knew better.

His earliest attempts to simply outrun Aiden directly led to the 'obstacle course' composed of the giant's ever shifting feet that he had to run multiple times a day. Strong fingers wrapped around his body and hauled him into the sky, which made his head spin and stomach flop about but he knew that Aiden didn't care. He swung through the air, wind whistling in his ears, before he was deposited into his now familiar cage.

The hand retreated but before the door could rattle shut, he felt softer quakes through the red plastic floor. “Aiden, you can't just put him in there with nothing,” Kimberly giggled while wrapping her arms around the giant's immense torso.

The petite girl barely rose to the giant's shoulder, a height disparity that always made Justin shudder when he thought about the way the girl's foot could easily squash him. She patted Aiden's firm chest before the world shook once more from her stepping away.

Watching the giantess stride over to the boy's densely packed laundry basket, Justin began to shake his head while high above him he heard Aiden start to chuckle. Kimberly pulled two long black crew socks out from the depths of Aiden's soiled clothes, and the little man yelped as he remembered the stench of them.

The giant and his frat brothers had played basketball three days prior and those were the socks he had worn. Aiden had laughed when he pried off the sneakers he actually played basketball in, a beat up pair of mostly black dunks, and set his enormous feet down in front of Justin. He had roared something about the 'smell of victory' while the odor made the shrunken man cough and sputter on the floor below. The little man had then spent the afternoon massaging Aiden's feet while the giant played video games.

“Here, these are nice and soft for him,” Kimberly boomed as she slid the socks into Justin's cage, their smell diminished but still strong enough to tickle his nostrils.

“You don't think they're a little rank, babe?” Aiden asked while his beefy arm pulled her against his chest.

Her pale cheeks flushed pink once again while she shrugged, “I mean, it's just, you know... whatever...” Justin watched as Aiden cocked an eyebrow then smirked before the girl pulled away from him, “C'mon, we need to study.”

Her fingers smacked the door shut and everything shook as she walked away with Aiden following a moment later. Their voices rumbled but Justin had found it relatively easy to ignore the thunderous conversations of gigantic college kids.

Instead, he found himself staring down at the long socks. Even at a glance, he knew that they were thick and cushioned, which the ad copy probably said was for 'enhanced performance' but the shrunken man didn't care because all he knew is that it meant they were soft. However, the smell coming off of them made something catch in the back of his throat.

The amount of times Aiden's foot had rolled over him, pinning his shrunken body against the floor while callused flesh molded atop him, should have made it easy to just lay down. Yet, the sheer disgust of laying down on another man's soiled socks made him remain standing despite his sore legs.

Justin stood there for a long moment, his hamstrings and quads practically vibrating, before he finally managed to overcome the indignation inside him. He spun about and then fell back, unwilling to flop face first into the thick black fabric. They were thankfully dry when he fell down against them but a stale stench rose all around him, making him cough for a second before his nose quickly went blind to it.

He stretched slightly against the soiled cotton and tried not to think about the countless humiliations he had suffered over the past few weeks. Justin still didn't want to admit that this was his life now but he knew that at the very least he needed to do his best to survive.

That was why when Aiden demanded he start working out within a few days of his capture, Justin finally found an order he was willing to fulfill without hesitation. Even though it had only been a few weeks and he didn't have the advantages of anything resembling modern work out supplements, Justin had to admit that he was filling more fit than he had in years.

His job had kept him pretty strong but it also sapped him of any energy he had at the end of the day to do anything else that kept him in actual shape. His joints ached, his muscles would seize up if he moved the wrong way, and he'd get winded going up more than one flight of stairs.

While he was still sore, his muscles were more limber than ever and the familiar creak of his aging joints had grown quieter. There was also a little more definition to his body than there was before, though Justin doubted that had anything to do with muscle growth and more to do with the fact that Aiden kept him on a perverse diet that left his body no choice but to start breaking down the extra pounds he had packed on over the years.

Of course, he knew that Aiden wasn't making him work out so long and hard because the giant young man didn't want to hear him grunt when he bent down to lick a scuff from the toe of his favorite sneaker.

Aiden wanted him in literal fighting shape.

Since his first night, Justin had wondered when he would be thrown into the ring again. He caught glimpses of it sometimes when Aiden brought him to other parts of the house, and every time he shuddered. The memory of shoving a plastic sword into another person's belly, completely by accident, haunted him almost every time he closed his eyes and all the sleep he had gotten since being shrunk down had been a result of total exhaustion rather than the ability to process what he had done.

Now it was finally happening, another Fight Night was upon them.

All Justin had to do was survive, or at least that's what he told himself.

The sound of giant lips sloppily smacking together was enough to pull him from the horrible screams that rang inside his head and the smell of old sweat thankfully displaced the scent of blood and sand in his nostrils.

He lifted his head to stare at Kimberly stretching to meet the giant's full lips while they made out. When they finally pulled apart, she giggled and ran her tongue across lips while Aiden's voice rumbled, “Are you sure you don't want to stay for Fight Night?”

There was just enough of a pleading whine to the boy's words to make it sound like he wanted her to stay. “Aw, Aiden, you know I can't,” Kimberly cooed, “Maybe next semester?”

“Ok,” he pouted just a little bit, which earned him another quick peck on the lips.

“I have to get going, you're not mad, are you?” She pulled from his embrace but her fingers lingered against his while her sneaker, the same one containing her shrunken prisoner, twisted against the floor, “Promise me.”

“I promise I'm not mad, babe,” Aiden replied, giving her hand a squeeze, “Want me to walk you back?”

“You're such a gentleman,” She giggled while stepping away, “But no, I know you need to help your brothers prep for the party. Don't have too much fun without me, ok?”

“Never, babe, you know that.”

Her cheeks remained flushed as she stepped out of Aiden's room, shutting the door behind her.

Justin watched Aiden stand in the center of his room, the bulge obvious in his black joggers, while he waited a long moment. Through the frat house's walls and the din of the giants getting ready for the night, it was difficult to hear but the front door clearly opened and then shut as Kimberly left the Alpha Chi Rho house for the evening.

“Fuck,” Aiden grumbled while flopping back onto his bed and readjusting his package, “I'm glad Emma's coming tonight cause that chick always leaves me with blue balls.” Justin shuddered as he watched the giant's enormous hands run up and down his crotch, the material of his pants stretching against the meaty cock within, “I know it's going to be worth it cause she's gonna be so fucking tight but fuuuuuuuuck.”

Aiden's head lifted and a gloating grin appeared on his face, “I'd give you a post-workout shake if it wouldn't weigh you down this close to the fight, dude.”

Justin grimaced and even though he doubted Aiden could see his face from across the room, it still provoked a cruel laugh from the giant.

The giant's head hit the pillow while he let out a yawn, “Kimberly was right though, you might as well rest up, you could use it.” Aiden's immense sneakers rose up and then were shoved free of his feet to crash down onto the floor below, “I know I can...”

Justin laid back down against the sock and listened to Aiden's slowing breaths. It was frustrating to admit how calming the slow steady breathing of a slumbering giant was, like a white noise machine on an immense scale. Within a few minutes, Justin's fatigue overtook the scenes playing out in his head and he was pulled into a dreamless slumber.

After what felt like only a minute, the sound of the door opening pulled Justin back into the waking world.

The sun had fully set but there was still enough light coming in from the hallway and the world outside for the shrunken man to make out Emma's familiar shape as she crept up to Aiden's bed. The frame groaned when she leaned against it and her lips pressed against the giant's forehead. Her hand then drifted down to his crotch, gently brushing against it, “Wakey wakey...”

Aiden's low moan rumbled through the world and Justin watched as his head lifted to meet Emma's. Their lips pressed then smacked against each other before the giantess slid her right leg over Aiden's and straddled him, her hands immediately pressing down against his chest. “Do you ever actually study?” She giggled while her hands played across his chest, “I feel like every time I come over you're just playing video games or sleeping.”

The giant's powerful fingers gripped her waist, making her yelp with excitement, “I pass my classes.”

Justin's eyes widened as she bent down to kiss him again, the dark material of her leggings stretching against her taut buttcheeks, “D's get degrees, huh?”

“C's mostly...”

The kissing continued while Justin simply watched as his captor groped the giant girl's body, first his hands squeezing her butt and then sliding inside the cropped hoodie she wore to fondle her breasts. They both moaned loud enough to make the bars of Justin's cage rattle and then he felt his own member stir.

No matter how disgusted he was by what Aiden did to him or how he treated the girls in his life, Justin couldn't stop his body from betraying him at the sight of the immense co-eds. Even though they were all half his age at most, something he silently repeated to himself every time his cock twitched, it was impossible to deny how stunningly attractive they were. When he was safely in his cage and not fearing for his life or being forced to be nothing more than a sex toy in their hands, his own cock would spring to life of its own accord as a monumental porno played out in front of him.

Aiden started to peel back Emma's leggings, revealing dark red panties that complimented her bright red hoodie, but was interrupted by her grabbing his wrists and rising back to a sitting position, “Nuh uh, my pussy is only for winners.”

“You really going to leave me like this, babe?” The giant groaned, his hips gently bucking up against her.

Emma choked down her own gasp of pleasure while she nodded her head, “Yeah, I am.”

“And you're good just getting up and going downstairs, huh?” The smirk on his face was clear in his voice as he ground his throbbing bulge against her womanhood again.

Justin watched her whole body shudder with excitement before she slid forward onto the giant boy's stomach, “You can always eat me out if you want to, Aiden?”

A long silence reigned before Emma swung herself off of the giant, her voice filled with mock hurt, “Yeah, that's what I thought...”

Aiden growled as he stood, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her back against him. He kissed her neck and then her lips before whispering, “You know you can always sit on my face, babe. But we both know that's just the first act...”

Emma wiggled her butt against his crotch while she squirmed against his frame, “God damn right it is...”

The immense pair stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed against each other while their chests rose with excited gasps before they finally managed to pull away with Emma's fingers trailing down his arm until they intertwined with Aiden's. She pulled him toward his dresser and Justin immediately scrambled away from the bars while hunching over, terrified what would happen if the pair noticed his erection.

“Oh my God, are those your socks?” Emma boomed, the lust on her face instantly replaced with disgust as she peered into the cage.

“Yeah, figured I'd give him something soft to rest on before Fight Night.”

“You are so cruel,” despite what she said, Justin couldn't help but notice the grin on Emma's face and the suppressed laughter in her voice. She was clearly more perturbed by seeing the young man's dirty socks laying about than she was by the shrunken man being forced to lay on them.

“I'm a benevolent master,” Aiden replied while his hand opened the cage and snatched Justin up.

He couldn't help but squirm in the giant's grip, even though he knew it was pointless. The momentary protest died when he heard the couple laughing at him though and the world began to blur.

Aiden's darkened room was replaced by a brightly lit hallway and then the cacophony of the house's first floor. The tiny man's heart began to race as Aiden carried him into the crowd. Even though he couldn't really see them while swinging with each of the giant's strides, Justin could still feel all of the frat bros and sorority girls looming over him.

There were definitely more people this time and there was a strange excitement in the air.

When he was dropped into a cage attached to the vast sand pit, Justin turned away from the arena to scan the immense crowd. A terrified shudder immediately went through him when he saw giants who looked far too old to be in college mingling among the youthful faces of the crowd.

Justin knew that Homecoming was that weekend but he hadn't thought about the fact that that meant alumni would be visiting. He watched as men and women his own age, some clearly talking to their own college aged children and others making small talk with students, began to move toward the arena like the house lights had just flashed in a Broadway theater.

Aiden stood directly behind his cage and Emma snaked out of the crowd to hand him a beer before cuddling beneath his beefy arm. Now that she was fully in the light, Justin could make out the three black deltas stretched across her chest.

The poorly secured cage rattled as another couple, easily thirty or so years Aiden and Emma's senior, pushed their way in. The man was dressed in a classic navy blazer over a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned and khakis, his sunkissed skin perfectly matching his thick graying hair and the gold jewelry he sported; an old class ring, an expensive looking watch, and a chain glinting amongst his chest hair. Beside him, his wife had aged a little more gracefully with dark healthy looking hair and only the faintest lines at her eyes and mouth. She wore a tasteful dark blue dress that showed off impressive curves while a necklace of black pearls around her neck helped her to put a new spin on a classic stereotype.

Aiden suddenly pivoted as if to let someone in that Justin couldn't see.

Fear gripped the shrunken man's heart as he wondered if was about to come face to face with the older couple's gigantic kid but instead he saw movement far below him. Peering down, he couldn't stop himself from jumping in shock and he only managed to catch himself from cursing out loud.

A couple of age with the enormous alumni looming over him, huddled in front of the giantess's Louis Vuittons with thin black leather leads rising from their necks up to her perfectly manicured fingers. They were far larger than Justin was, easily three or even four times his size, but that still left them barely knee high to any of the normal sized people in the room.

“Aww, so cute,” Emma suddenly cooed, her cookies-and-cream patterned running shoes coming into Justin's view before she knelt down and reached out a hand to the terrified couple, “Have you had them since college?”

The woman's severe face softened overhead, “I've had mine technically since I was a Freshman. It was the end of the year and she was going to drop out anyway but as for him, I believe it was a few years after you graduated, right, Roger?”

The giant glanced down, as if he had only just noticed the way Emma was knelt down and petting his two leashed slaves. “Oh yeah, he was some punk living outside the building I bought in the village after I made my first million dollar deal. I figured shrinking him down would help clean up the neighborhood.” A brown loafer rose up and then pressed into the shrunken man's back, provoking the faintest whimper from him, “He's come a long way since then. I like to think I've really made something of him.”

Roger's wife giggled and so did Emma, who was busy scratching the older shrunken man beneath his chin like he was a dog. The older woman smiled, “You know, we usually keep them disguised as bichons. I can't tell you how many people bend down to pet them while they beg them to see through the illusion...”

“That's so funny,” Emma thundered as she rose up, her backside suddenly blocking Justin's view.

The shrunken man pulled himself away from the enormous crowd, especially as Roger and Aiden started to talk about the fights. Looking all around the arena, Justin knew that the cages were more full than they had been during the last fight and that meant he'd have to be ready for the onslaught that was about to happen.

A giant's voice roared above everyone else's, so loud that Justin couldn't make out the words, and then there came a loud digital bell.

Two cage doors rattled open and the little man watched as two people his size rushed across the sands. They met each other in the middle, both trying to win an initial grapple while the world shook from the giants crowding in. Justin tried to pull his eyes away from the fight but there was something magnetic about watching the two evenly matched fighters go at it.

They tried to knock each other down while they pounded away at each other's backs and sides, desperately trying to find a hole in the other's guard. Finally, they slammed down into the sand but the advantage was shortlived as the fallen fighter scrambled free.

No quarter was given though as the man who won the grapple latched onto his escapee's ankle then slammed down into the back of his knee with his elbow. The fighter's cry of pain was completely swallowed by the whoops of excitement from the crowd while his opponent slowly clambered atop him.

Even though the shrunken fighter began to pummel the pinned man's face, the fight was already effectively over. There was no coming back from a dislocated knee and the concussion that the pinned man was no doubt suffering.

Yet, no enormous hands intervened because the crowd was enjoying the sight.

Only when the wet slapping of fist meeting face turned into a crunching noise did the giants step in. The winner was hoisted high into the air to the cheers of the crowd while the loser was carried off to who knows where.

As the next fight began, Justin shut his eyes and struggled to steady his clamoring heart.

He knew that he would have to be just as vicious to survive but the very thought made his whole body shake. Justin had only made it through his first melee by sheer dumb luck and even with how much he had exercised, he had no idea how that would actually translate into fighting someone with weapons made of plastic cutlery. All he would have to do is hope that his will to survive was enough to get him through whatever was about to happen.

And then he heard his own cage door rattle open.

“Wh-what?” He looked out, expecting to see all the fighters racing out around him but instead it was just an open and empty pit.

Then he heard the warcry of his opponent and saw the blur streaking around the arena from his left. A wiry young man with a cleanly shaven head was running with ease across the sand and didn't even slow down as he turned into the cage.

Justin just barely managed to get his hands up as his opponent smashed into him and they clattered against the back of the cage, making the whole thing shudder.

“Oh shit!” The announcer's voice was suddenly loud and clear in his head, “We got a cage match, folks!”

The crowd roared in excitement as Justin's savage opponent tried to grab at his greasy locks. Realizing that the younger man was trying to simply smash his head against the bars using his hair, Justin pushed as hard as he could against the writhing column of muscle in front of him.

They both stumbled but Justin followed through with his momentum, pushing his shoulder through his howling opponent's guard and knocking him to the floor. Jumping from the shaking metal to the edge of the sand pit, he broke into a run in a desperate bid to put some distance between him and the wild man.

Giants booed but when he turned around, Justin could see Aiden nodding high overhead while Roger rubbed his chin in thought.

A gibbering streak of muscle was already bounding toward him but this time Justin knew what to expect. He ducked to the side at the last moment and then delivered his own counter, slamming his knee into the middle of the man sailing through the air.

The giants couldn't hear the faint crack of a rib but they all saw the way Justin's attacker writhed in mid-air then flopped about like a fish on the sand.

Rather than simply pummel or stomp on his opponent for maximum carnage though, Justin raised his arms and pumped them like he was a wrestler hyping up the crowd. With his ears already ringing from their shouting, the shrunken man couldn't actually tell if they got louder but he launched into his best approximation of the People's Elbow anyway.

Just as his opponent was starting to recover, his elbow dropped right into his stomach, knocking the wind from him.

Of course, Justin quickly realized why professional wrestlers did it but MMA fighters didn't as his own hard landing against the sand battered him too.

Recovering only mere seconds before his opponent, he struggled to clamber on top of him before he could get back. “Hold still,” Justin hissed, “I don't want to hurt you too badly, we can both get out-”

“Fuck you!” Roared his opponent while bucking and fighting against him, “I'm not going to be trapped in Zach's jock strap for another week. I'm winning! I'm winning!”

The momentary confusion his words caused was all the younger man needed to break the hold and stars flashed across Justin's vision as a fist connected with his temple.

Suddenly the young man was atop him and his hands were clasping around Justin's throat.

“You're going to die here, old man,” he started to cackle, “And Zach's going to give me real food tonight. He said if I win all my fights and he makes enough money, he'll let me go. I can't stay here another year. I won't...”

Justin could feel his lungs burning as he flopped beneath his opponent, struggling against his grip. The words that the young man spoke only served to fill him with more panic because he knew that Aiden had had other shrunken men before him and that meant that he wouldn't face some embarrassing punishment.

It was win or die.

With his shoulders pinned beneath the younger man's knees and his air supply cut off, all Justin had left was his legs. He swung them up as hard as he could and smacked them directly into the back of his opponent's skull.

The younger man staggered forward and Justin threw as much of his weight into a roll as he could. His opponent tumbled while he gasped for breath, rising to his feet and immediately bashing his foot against the rib he cracked earlier.

The wild fighter howled in pain while the crowd roared with every kick.

A bruise was already forming on the younger man's chest when a hand came down to pick him up, the fingers far too slender to belong to Aiden. Justin looked down to see red nails tipped with black standing out against his own weathered skin.

Emma hauled him into the sky while Aiden shook hands with Roger, the pair laughing like they had just won money at a regular sporting event rather than a tournament of shrunken gladiators. Rather than lift him to her face though, she pressed him directly into Aiden's firm butt.

As he sank into the soft material of the giant's joggers, Justin could just make out her soft voice through the din, “I'm going to head upstairs and get your real prize ready for you.”

“This is utterly humiliating.”

Abigail's thunderous voice rang in Kendall's tiny ears as she remained shivering at the giant blonde's feet. Staring up the girl's long flannel clad legs, she wondered if the blonde actually understood the meaning of the word.

Since realizing just how close she was coming to earning the giantess's ire, Kendall had done everything she could to ingratiate herself to the enormous bimbo and that was actually humiliating. She doubted that Abigail had ever had to scrape gunk from someone's toes with a smile on her face or massage someone's feet while shouting compliments up at them or simply sit there and listen to the most low-stakes bullshit drama on the planet while agreeing with someone's clearly warped interpretation.

A month ago she had been tackling her first year of law school and now her entire life revolved around soothing the easily bruised ego of an obnoxiously entitled nineteen year old girl.

“It's just tutoring,” Michelle boomed from where she sat at her desk, her long legs stretched out before her. When the weather rapidly grew colder after Homecoming, she had switched out her normally pristine pair of white Forces for thick soled patent leather Doc Martens that creaked with every movement of her toes. The pair's waffle-like tread was a magnet for dirt and other debris, which Florence always seemed happy to clean out.

“It's not just tutoring,” Abigail whined and the floor shook from her stamping her socked foot against it.

Kendall bit her lip to keep from shouting as she was sent down to her hands and knees.

A gust of air rippled over her world from Abigail spinning about to face her roommate, “It's tutoring with Summer. She's the only other girl in the house who has even taken Calculus.”

“I took Calculus,” Michelle snorted.

“In high school!” Abigail whined, “And that's the basic stuff I took last year that I barely passed.”

“I really don't get why you're complaining,” Michelle rose from her seat while Florence scurried out of the way of her falling soles. The world shook as the giant girl went to her closet and grabbed a thick black puffer jacket that she pulled on over her Gamma Phi Beta hoodie, “Someone in the House can help and is actually willing to.”

“But it's Summer...”

Michelle rolled her eyes while tucking her phone, wallet, and keys into the baggy black jeans she wore, their white trim popping against the dark denim. Florence rushed right up to her heel and shouted, “I'm right here, Mistress!”

Kendall watched the larger girl smile and bend down before scooping the girl up and tucking her into the pocket of her big jacket. “Summer's only annoying because her and her Little don't do jack shit for anyone else most of the time,” Michelle shrugged her shoulders as she walked to the door, “When she's actually helping? Who fucking cares.”

“Whatever...” Abigail pouted, her foot thumping angrily against the floor, “Where are you even going? It's Tuesday.”

“The Queer Alliance is showing a movie tonight at the Student Union, it's supposed to be pretty good.”

The noise Abigail made in response made Kendall's eyebrows shoot up.

For some reason though, Michelle just laughed, “Alright, well, have fun studying.”

“Enjoy the movie...” Abigail said with a sigh as the door opened and shut. The girl's shadow suddenly appeared all around Kendall and she looked up to see Abigail peering down at her with an annoyed look, “She thinks I don't know what that movie's about but I looked it up and it's basically porn...”

The blonde let out another huff as she crossed the room to grab a crew neck sweater off her bed that she had tossed aside earlier. “That's why she's bringing Florence, you know? She's going to...”

Kendall's eyes widened as she watched Abigail mime stuffing something down the front of her sweatpants before she tugged her sweater on.

“I don't have a problem with gay stuff,” Abigail boomed in a rush while tying her hair back, “But Michelle's only gay with girls she can hold in her hand. If an actual full sized gay girl approached her, Michelle wouldn't be interested at all.”

Abigail sat down at her desk to pull a pair of platform uggs onto her feet that Kendall had to spend the afternoon carefully cleaning and smoothing out. “So if you think about it that way,” the blond explained while gathering up her books, “She's the one who's really homophobic.”

Kendall nodded along while she hurried to kneel before Abigail's immense left foot. Her right foot sat on the chair high overhead while the blonde held her leg up to her chest, its sole perfectly clean thanks to Kendall's now almost sandpaper-like tongue. The thick platform before her almost rose to her chest when she knelt down in front of it and the shrunken girl found herself shuddering at the sight.

Leaning forward to kiss the toe of the girl's shoe and then gently brush its chestnut surface, she called up, “It really is, Mistress! I am sure you're a great ally to the queer community!”

The words made Kendall's stomach churn as she spoke them because she had been forced to listen to Abigail ramble about the 'difficulty' of 'they/them' pronouns before and how she didn't know what to call one of the baristas at the campus Starbucks on multiple occasions. The worst part had been the way the giantess's roommate had nodded along, not even challenging the blonde's words.

“I really am,” she nodded while touching up the rouge on her cheeks, “The queers need more people like me to hold space for them in our hearts and in, like, physical safe spaces too.”

Kendall nodded along, “You're an inspiration, mistress!”

“Thank you, peasant,” Abigail smiled down at her before her hand began to blot out the sky, “You're the only one who actually knows that I never forget the little people.”

The blonde laughed at her own joke as her fingers wrapped around Kendall's body, squeezing the air from her lungs. The tiny girl was hauled into the sky before everything became a blur, her whole world shaking from each of Abigail's footfalls. All she could do was hug the fingers that squeezed against her body while wondering why the blonde was taking her along for a study session.

Kendall felt her body rising higher as Abigail's booted feet thumped against the carpeted stairs beneath her. Her tiny eyes became locked on the larger girl's feet and the way the carpet fibers seemed to become utterly flattened beneath the sole of her Uggs.

As the countless times she had almost been crushed beneath Abigail's foot flashed in her mind, Kendall was actually thankful for the booming scratchy voice that broke her train of thought with a single stretched out word, “Laaaaaaaaame.”

Abigail came to a sudden stop and with that, the world came into focus.

A girl with bright red hair in a rough pixie cut stood in front of an open doorway, a frown on her face. She wore a dark red denim jacket that was covered in patches and pins, including what appeared to be a scrap of a pink Gamma Phi Beta t-shirt sewn onto the right sleeve. Her baggy black cargo pants with dark red piping were tucked into a tall pair of platform boots with a dizzying amount of laces. All of that would've been intimidating enough but then Kendall spied the shrunken young man dangling from a chain who was tangled up in the extra belts and harnesses that were attached to the girl's dark pants.

He awkwardly fidgeted against her thigh for a moment before giving up, his gaze not even lifting high enough to see Kendall wrapped up in Abigail's hand.

Standing in the doorway, leaning against the door jamb and looking as if she had just gotten up from a nap, was a giantess that Kendall had never seen before. She wore a dark t-shirt with a gray hoodie over it and Gamma Phi Beta branded sweatpants that fell down to a pair of mismatched green and pink socks that disappeared into a pair of navy blue crocs. Her dark hair was short and tussled but it seemed to fit the soft features of her pale face.

“Speak of the devil,” came the drawling voice of the tired looking giantess, “Hey, Abigail.”

“Hi, Summer, thanks again,” Abigail spoke with fake saccharine sweetness as she strode forward, easily looming almost a head above either girl, “Will you be joining us, Sadie?”

“Nope,” the redhead laughed, “There's a slasher marathon in town tonight.”

The blonde didn't even try to hide the disgusted noise that came out of her.

Sadie laughed again, “Oh God, don't act like you hate gore, Abigail. You're the one who took me to my first Fight Night...”

The redhead walked away, still chuckling, clearly unconcerned with the way Abigail huffed in response. Kendall gritted her teeth as the giantess's fingers immediately responded; gripping her so tight that the shrunken girl wasn't sure if her joints were popping or the giantess's knuckles were.

“I mean, you did,” Summer said with a shrug as she stepped out of the way, ushering Abigail inside, “I know you only brought us because you were dating Aiden at the time...”

“Only because I didn't know what a fucking creep he was,” Abigail seethed as she walked into a narrow messy room with a recessed window directly over a wide unmade bed. The door shut as she daintily sat down on an empty chair and suddenly dropped Kendall onto a hard desk.

The air the shrunken girl sucked in was so thick with the smell of weed that she could actually taste it. Looking around, Kendall found that she had been set down between a dirty bowl pipe and a crumpled Monster energy can. Cringing from the refuse she saw spread around a desk that was filled with heavy comp-sci and math textbooks and two enormous monitors, Kendall wondered if Summer had her own shrunken prisoner to clean up after her.

“Shame he's in a frat,” Summer thundered as she walked toward a futon that sat against the opposite wall beneath a flag of the Philippines. Dropping down into the futon, she immediately reached over to the minifridge beside it and pulled out a soda can, “Do you want a CBD seltzer?”

“No,” the one word dripped with hostility before the blonde sighed, “Thanks, though.”

The can opened with a hiss while Summer continued, “If anyone in this world deserves to be shrunk down and taught a lesson in humility, it's Aiden.”

“He's not even worth teaching a lesson to,” Abigail stamped her foot against the floor and ground it against the carpet, “I'd just squash him.”

Summer chuckled, “See, you like gore.”

Kendall watched as pink threatened to overwhelm the faint rouge on her captress's cheeks, “Ok, fine. It's not... always bad.”

The giggle that followed sent a shiver down the shrunken girl's body. All the times that Abigail had threatened her came back to the forefront of her mind while the gigantic sorority girls began to actually talk about calculus.

Staring up at Abigail while the girl nodded along to her sorority sister's dry but detailed explanation, she wondered if the blonde had killed before. Kendall understood that she was the girl's 'first' shrunken prisoner, a title that always unsettled her because of the implication that one day she'd find herself having to shepherd other people through the horror she currently found herself in, but she knew that didn't mean anything in regards to the girl's interactions with other giants' shrunken people.

The way all of the giant girls spoke about the seemingly limitless power they wielded made it clear to Kendall that they didn't really see students outside of Greek Life as anything remotely close to equals. She doubted they even really saw other students as people, considering how easily Abigail and Michelle had snatched her up for 'looking' like she would know calculus. Abigail had picked her out like she was nothing more than a STEM Barbie that could be carried home to spout a few lines of encouragement between calculus lessons.

She had never taken the moment to connect that attitude to the many times both Michelle and Abigail had almost stepped on her. It was obvious that they were physically capable of squashing her but mentally and emotionally was a completely different level.

Or at least Kendall had assumed it was.

The more she thought about it and the more time she spent around them, the more she realized that to Abigail, squashing her might be the same as stomping on a bug. Having seen the way Abigail had sheepishly admitted that gore wasn't 'always bad', Kendall knew that the blonde actually liked it but for any number of reasons chose to pretend she didn't. Which meant that she might even enjoy grinding the shrunken girl into nothing more than a bloody pulp.

And she might not even be the first person to end up beneath Abigail's tread.

Her little body shook as she sat there, her mind reeling from how internally consistent it all seemed to her when she laid it out.

Looking up at her blonde captress, whose face was screwed up with concentration as she worked on her problem set, Kendall knew that she needed to find better ways to please the giant girl unless she wanted to end up beneath the shoes she spent so much time cleaning.

Movement on the far side of the room drew her attention to Summer's previously unseen prisoner. The first thing that Kendall noticed was the size of him, easily three or maybe even four times her height. His pale white skin was covered in sweat as he massaged the socked foot that hung off of the futon above him, every twitch of its toes making him flinch back in fear. He always rushed back in to press his whole body against the giant girl's foot, as if it was the only thing he lived for in the entire world.

The huge foot pressed down against him, knocking him down to his knees and eliciting the faintest whine from the shrunken young man. On the far side of the futon, Kendall watched as Summer smirked, her eyes locked on her shrunken slave even while she continued to advise Abigail on her calculus homework.

Whoever the young man had been in relation to the giant Sorority Girl, Kendall could only guess but it was clear that she relished having him exactly where he was now, forced to keep quiet as she abused him with her foot.

For a brief terrifying moment, Kendall wished she had known Abigail before she shrank. If they had had an actual prior relationship, it would at least have been something to build on in her current life but instead, the blonde was an enormous unknown to her.

The thought made her realize that she had no idea why passing Calculus seemed so important to Abigail, especially when she was otherwise such a lazy student.

“See,” there was a finality to Summer's voice that broke through the thunderous haze of the giantesses' conversation, “You really do get it.”

“Yeah,” Abigail let out a faint surprised laugh, “It's way easier to understand now.”

“Well, I'm not a Soviet-educated math professor who would rather be working on my own projects that teaching Calc-3 to people who don't really want to be there,” Summer boomed as she shoved aside her shrunken boy, slid her feet into her crocs, and stood up. He immediately crowded against her feet, righting the straps that had fallen down below the girl's heel. The giantess stretched and her dark eyes glanced over at Kendall, as if noticing her for the first time, “Why'd you bring your slave, anyway?”

“Oh, I use my little peasant here like a stressball when I normally do my problem sets,” Abigail replied as she shut her notebooks and plucked Kendall up between her thumb and forefinger.

Kendall couldn't stop herself from squirming between the giantess's fingers, especially as she found herself hanging over otherwise open air with nothing but the cluttered floor beneath her.

“Sick,” Summer boomed, as the pair started to walk back toward the door, “Do you make her call you Princess or are you more of a Queen?”

Kendall's eyes widened while Abigail laughed, “What?”

“She's your peasant so that makes you her ruler, right?”

Staring up at Abigail's face, the tiny girl watched as a strange smile appeared across it, “Huh, I guess that does make sense. Doesn't it, peasant?”

Abigail's fingers wrapped around her but didn't squeeze immediately and Kendall knew exactly what the girl wanted to hear, “Yes, your Highness! It does!”

Both girls laughed as they looked down at her squirming in Abigail's grip.

“Y-your fingers are probably tired, your Highness,” Kendall stammered, “I can massage them when we get back to your room...”

“Your Queen loves to see that kind of initiative, peasant...” Abigail purred as she left Summer's room behind and the world turned into a blur once again.

All Kendall could do was hope that she could stay her newfound Queen's executioner long enough to find some to escape.

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.

The first time the door to Aiden's room had rumbled, Justin had been able to roll over and fall back to sleep but when it opened and shut a second time, he found himself inexplicably wide awake on the plastic floor of his cage.

The whole world started to shake and the bars rattled around him before everything was plunged into shadow. Emma's grinning face loomed above him, her eyes not even bloodshot despite the fact that she and Aiden had returned from some concert well after midnight the night before.

“Hey there, little guy,” her normally bubbly high pitched voice sounded a little rough while her fingers ran across the bars above him, “Shame your Master didn't bring you with us last night...”

Justin's little body shuddered at the thought, easily able to imagine how he would have been trapped in the giant's pocket all night long. Aiden's immense package would've pressed against him from one side while Emma's backside constantly threatened to crush him as she rubbed up against the giant. It would have been bad but having to hear whatever terrible music the pair was into was guaranteed to be worse.

She tapped one of her long natural nails against the door to his cage while licking her dry lips. His eyes drifted to one of the sharp filed points, its black tip blended down into a deep blue, certain that it could carve through him without question. Justin wondered if the moment had finally arrived, the one he had been dreading for so long.

Instead of asking about her 'competition' though, Emma simply nodded her head before whispering, “Yeah...”

The latch came undone and her hand filled his prison. He was far too tired from spending all day cleaning three different pairs of shoes for Aiden to do anything but vaguely roll about before her fingers wrapped around him. She hauled him into the sky and swung him through the air as she sauntered back over to Aiden's bed.

Everything spun for a sickening moment and then, suddenly, Justin found himself sprawled out atop Aiden's well built chest. Smooth skin that was losing its summer tan spread out in every direction around him, the living floor beneath him rising and falling with each one of the slumbering giant's breaths.

The bed creaked and mountains of fabric shuffled about before Emma's thumb and forefinger gripped him by the hips. He could feel his body tense as he looked up to see the giant girl cuddling against Aiden's slumbering frame. Her lips gently kissed the titan's jaw before she started to drag Justin up across the immense chest.

“Wh-wha-” His stammering turned into grunts as he was brought about in a huge circle, running over the giant's stomach and then tickling his nipples while Emma moved down to his neck, her kisses becoming interspersed with gentle nibbles.

A low moan rumbled through the world and Justin could feel Aiden's breathing suddenly change beneath him. The little man yelped as he was suddenly dragged down the giant's stomach, his feet brushing against Aiden's well trimmed pubic hairs before he was pulled back the opposite way.

The giant sleepily smacked his lips while friction began to overcome the humiliation welling within Justin. He could feel his member stiffening while Aiden's thunderous voice rattled his body, “What a way to wake up...”

“You like this?”

“It's pretty good. Could be better though...”

“Oh ye-” Emma's teasing question turned into a yelp of excitement as Aiden wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a deeper kiss.

The giantess shoved Justin further up the younger man's chest, until he found himself pinned against the giant's pec. With his now erect cock pressed against soft flesh, Justin bit down on his lip as he squirmed desperately to escape.

Emma's fingers opened and he tried to skitter away only for her whole palm to smash down atop him.

His grunt of pain was completely drowned out by the pair's hungry moans.

Their lips smacked together while the pressure built on his body, his joints threatening to pop beneath the sorority girl's hand. He shut his eyes tight and did his best to suck air into his compressing chest.

Pain filled his frame and his lungs started to burn from Emma rising up to mount Aiden.

Her hand rose off of him but all Justin could do was twitch and writhe atop the giant's pec while she tossed her shirt away and shimmied out of her panties. Sheets were pushed back as she clambered down Aiden's frame to line her already glistening womanhood up with his towering member.

Justin struggled to get onto his hands and knees, gasping in air while staggering across Aiden's chest but Emma's hand fell back down atop him.

His grunt of pain was echoed by the giant beneath him, who had been trying to rise up to meet Emma where she was riding him. Instead though, she held them both firm beneath her hand as she started to grind against Aiden.

The pain increased with every thrust but Justin felt the chest beneath him relax. Aiden clearly didn't mind getting to lay beneath her, simply moving his hips in time with hers while she started to pant with excitement.

“Now this is the best way to wake up, babe,” the giant's chuckle shook Justin's body.

“Say my name...”

The breathy words made the shrunken man's eyes go wide as the pressure atop him increased.

“What, babe?”

“Say my name...”

Justin felt himself dragged across Aiden's chest, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through his little body, until he was simply rolled off of the giant's shoulder. He crashed down onto the soft surface of the pillow and he flailed about when he felt himself being pulled down by the indent of the giant's head. Gripping the pillowcase, Justin climbed away as he watched Emma's long black and blue nails dig into Aiden's skin.

Her face swooped down to hang inches above Aiden's, the whole world still shaking from her continued thrusts. “Say my name,” there was a venom to her words as she added, “Aiden...”

Justin could see a faint redness rise in Aiden's cheeks before he tumbled off of the pillow and landed onto the bedspread below. Continuing to crawl away, he was surprised to hear a faint waver in the giant's voice.

“Emma-”

A husky moan escaped the giantess, cutting off the confused giant below her, “Say it again.”

“Emma?”

She moaned again while rising back up to ride him in earnest. Her hands remained pressed down against his chest, keeping the young man pinned to his own bed while she had her way with him, “Don't fucking stop, Aiden.”

The whole bed started to shake as Aiden began to thrust up against her, his hands gripping her hips, “I won't, Emma.”

Another roar of excitement escaped the giantess as she arched her back. Justin stumbled away, fear creeping in to subdue his unwanted arousal. His foot slipped when he reached the end of the narrow bed and rather than fight it, he let himself drop to his knees. Emma's nails continued to clench against Aiden's broad shoulders while her breathy voice echoed out, “Tell me why you like me, Aiden.”

Justin's eyes widened as he struggled to control his fall down to the floor.

“You're so hot, Emma.”

Clinging to a swinging bedsheet, the tiny man could see the way the bed frame began to sway back and forth beneath the girl's thrusts.

“Uh huh, keep going...”

“You're smart too. Smarter than me.”

“God damn right.”

Emma's breathing was coming deeper and faster as she pounded away at the giant, the pair's bodies hitting the bed with enough force that Justin felt himself losing his grip on the sheet. He yelped and tried to cling to it but then he was suddenly falling, his arms flailing desperately to grab onto the sheet as he went.

Justin landed hard on the floor with stars flashing across his vision.

For a moment, he lay there completely dazed, and then Aiden's voice spoke with a softness he'd never heard, “And you like me. Like, the actual me. I don't have to pretend with you, Emma.”

Emma suddenly roared with ecstasy, the sound making Justin's tiny ears ring before the floor quaked from her collapsing atop Aiden's chest. For a long moment all Justin could hear was the pair's breathing and the occasional shudder of the bed beneath their post-orgasm shifting.

Crawling nervously away from the bed, Justin's eyes remained locked on the enormous pair, uncertain what was about to happen. He could see Aiden's beefy arms wrapped around Emma, who was almost crouched atop his chest, her gigantic body shaking ever so slightly. Aiden's hand slowly went up and down her back and then he made a soft soothing noise that only made Emma shake harder.

A choked sob rang through the room and Justin's heart skipped a beat at the same time Aiden's whole body stiffened.

And then, with one deep breath, Emma simply rose back up, still straddling the giant's chest.

She wiped a few tears from her eyes and then smiled down at the giant.

“Ok, so,” her voice was still bubbly but there was a tightness to it as she ran her hands across Aiden's bare chest, “You're going to end it with the other girls.”

“What?”

The most surprising thing to Justin was just how genuine the shock in Aiden's voice was, as if he had clearly never considered the fact that Emma would be able to piece it together.

The girl slid off of Aiden's bed and then the floor shook as her bare feet settled onto it. “It's that simple,” she pulled her panties back on before stepping over Justin to snatch up her clothes from the night before. Tugging on her high waisted sparkly shorts, Emma glanced over her shoulder at the still shocked giant, “You end it with the other girls or we're done. And you can't tell me that they're giving you something I'm not.”

“Babe-”

“No more calling me babe either,” Emma stamped her bare foot against the floor for emphasis, “Not until I know I'm the only one you're calling that.”

Aiden took a deep breath and sat up in his bed, his feet swinging down with a small quake. Trapped between the two titanic coeds, Justin suddenly jumped to his feet, desperate for some place to hide.

“Emma, seriously,” he reached out for her hand but she simply pulled it away while sliding an over the knee sock up her long leg, “There are no other girls.”

“Aiden, come on,” her foot crashed down a mere inch from Justin, sending the tiny man sprawling back down to his hands and knees. Far overhead, she gently patted Aiden on his thick chest and smiled, “I'm not as naive as whoever else you're stringing along, ok? That's why I'm the one pulling on the string now.”

The giantess paused, her head cocked to one side as she considered her own metaphor.

Aiden placed his hands on her hips and tried to pull her closer but she dug her foot into the floor, making Justin fall flat on his face. “Emma, I don't know how you got this in your head-”

“Lexi from DG.”

Justin's jaw dropped and so did his captor's.

“Did you know that she runs a self defense class on Monday nights?” She stepped back, snatching up the see through black blouse she had worn the night before along with the white bra that had gone beneath it. Sliding both on, Emma glanced back at Aiden with a smile, “My Little, Hannah, has been taking it. Which is funny because like, why? We can do so much worse to someone than judo flip them or whatever but anyway, she's gotten to know Lexi and Lexi told her all about how she keeps guys in a rotation and how one of the guys in her rotation is...”

She stared at Aiden before giving him a 'wrap it up' gesture with her finger but the giant simply pressed his lips together and remained silent.

“You, Aiden,” Emma's exasperated sigh rang through the room as she dropped down onto his desk chair and tugged her black Adidas sambas on, “It's you and I'm sure if it's me and Lexi then it's probably one or two more girls.”

Her sneaker-clad foot slammed back down onto the floor, ensuring that Justin couldn't rise higher than his knees once again as she stood up, “So it's really simple. Say goodbye to the other girls or say goodbye to me.”

“Emma...”

“And if that's not a good enough incentive...”

The sleek black sneaker slammed into Justin in the blink of an eye. He cried out and threw his hands up but they were utterly useless in comparison to the might of her foot. His arms smacked against the floor while the world darkened and the gum sole of her sneaker pressed down atop him.

Justin had thought he knew just how much strength the thin girl could wield from how painful her hand pressing down had been but that was nothing in comparison to her full weight bearing down on him. All of his joints felt like they were expanding at once while his bones simultaneously bent from the sheer pressure. His skin felt like it was threatening to rip apart at previously unknown seams. Worst of all though, was that Justin's lungs didn't burn like before but instead felt like they were about to burst

Then it stopped.

The foot didn't lift but it eased off of him, giving his suddenly bruised body an immense reprieve. Light filtered in from the edge of the sole and he could hear Emma's thunderous voice clearly in his little ears.

“If you don't tell me what you're going to do by next weekend, I'll kill your latest toy.”

Justin expected the giant to offer some sort of protest or something but instead he just meekly offered, “Ok, Emma.”

The light dimmed and the pressure increased but Justin heard a kiss ring out, “Give it some thought and let me know...”

As Emma's foot lifted off of the floor, the tiny man could feel his body stick to it for a terrifying moment. His reddened skin painfully peeled away though and he hit the floor with a grunt that went unacknowledged by either of the enormous people towering above.

She paused at the door to smile at Aiden one last time, “See you later, babe.”

The door opened and shut before the giant dropped back down onto his bed.

Justin lay before the younger man's beastly feet, struggling to collect himself before he glanced up to see the giant's face etched in deep thought.

“Well,” Aiden shrugged, “Obviously, I have to break it off with Lexi today but I think Kimberly is one real date away from letting me hit it so...”

Justin's eyes widened as he watched the smile spread across the giant's face. He shook his head back and forth while Aiden simply grabbed his cell phone and rose to his feet.

“You better hope she has a free night in her schedule this week, huh, little dude?”

The plea died in Justin's throat as he watched Aiden simply swagger over to his dresser, his phone landing on it with a clatter. “I'm gonna hit up the gym, probably see Lexi and do that in person, I guess. You better polish up my dress shoes though, since I plan on wining and dining Kimberly out of her pants at some point this week.”

Justin's whole body trembled as he watched the giant get dressed, whistling to himself the whole time. He thought he had understood just how little Aiden cared about his life but now the giant was apparently going to risk him being crushed under Emma's foot all so he could possibly take an otherwise sweet girl's virginity.

The door opened and Aiden's voice thundered out, “I gave you an order, bitch.”

When the door slammed shut, Justin felt his body mechanically turn toward the giant's closet, knowing that while what would happen to him that weekend was up in the air, what would happen to him if Aiden got home and he hadn't done as commanded was a certainty.

“It's just bullshit.”

Cassidy's laugh rumbled across the sky while Sadie fumed opposite her.

Grant stood shivering between the pair atop the cold metal table just outside the campus Starbucks. For once, his eyes weren't on his immense captress or her roommate but on the people who just kept walking by without sparing a glance at where he sat between two immense cups that looked like they were covered in wrapping paper.

He knew better than to try and call attention to himself, he had tried that the first time that Sadie had left him outside her pocket. They had been in the library, where Sadie had camped out to get some reading done between classes and unceremoniously dumped him onto the round coffee table that sat in front of the armchair she had decided to curl up in. When one of his friends had walked by, Grant hadn't been able to contain himself.

He rushed forward, screaming and waving his arms with blind desperation.

Sadie's boot had darkened his world a moment before it crashed down. The force of it hitting the table had been enough to throw him down to his hands and knees while she whispered in a bored tone, “He can't hear you, perv...”

Grant had started to protest only to see the wall of leather barreling toward him. He ended up jumping to his feet just in time to be knocked about once again, his body reeling backwards while his arms spun about. Her other foot swept in from the opposite side and he cried out when it smacked into him.

Sadie simply giggled while she absentmindedly kicked him back and forth, her towering feet barely having to move while she flipped through page after page of her book.

Still, he couldn't believe that literally no one could see through whatever illusion the giant girls had cast with a snap of their fingers. Grant watched each enormous person pass with as much intent as he could muster, hoping that somehow he could make them turn toward him through little more than sheer force of will.

“They were making Pumpkin Spice Lattes three days ago,” Sadie grumbled before taking a sip of her monumental coffee, “They can't just be out of whatever syrup they use to make it that quickly.”

Cassidy giggled again, “I actually prefer the Peppermint Mocha.”

“Heresy,” Sadie hissed as her cup came down right beside Grant.

The force of it was enough to make him stumble about but the second he recovered, he rushed to huddle beside Sadie's double-shot latte. The warmth that came through the paper wall of the coffee cup made his body stop shaking in a single breath.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

Grant didn't understand how she could literally control his size with a thought and make other people's eyes slide over him like he wasn't there but do absolutely nothing to ease the cold against his bare skin. He was fairly certain that she could, especially since Cassidy's shrunken man sat comfortably on the far side of the table without so much as a shudder, it was that she didn't want to.

Glancing up, he saw that her bright blue eyes had settled on him and her lips twisted into a wry smile. He whimpered, uncertain what was about to happen as her hand lifted off of her coffee and her thumb stretched overhead.

“At least he's finally learning how to behave in public...”

He crouched low as her thumb came down, seeming to blot out the entire sky before it settled down atop his head. It gently ruffled his hair, sending only the faintest jolt of pain through his body as he wavered beneath it.

A faint kissing noise echoed out before Sadie added, “Such a good boy.”

Grant couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips or the way his member stirred but thankfully neither of the giant girls seemed to notice the involuntary reaction.

The thumb slid down his face to cup his chin and force him to crane his neck to stare up at the smiling giantess, “You want to be a good boy for me, don't you?”

“Yes, boss,” Grant's voice was strangled as he shouted and he immediately bit his lip to keep the lust filled groan from becoming too audible.

Cassidy's booming laughter at the exchange made him burn bright pink, “I still can't get over the change in your little guy. It took me a whole semester and most of the summer to break this one in...”

Grant awkwardly turned his head to see Cassidy's fingers run down her shrunken prisoner's backside. He stiffened in shock and looked up at her, “Did you need something, Miss?”

“No...” Cassidy's head tilted as she considered the question and then she looked down at her feet, “You'll need to clean my boots later, all this rock salt and sand makes such a mess...”

“O-of course, Miss!”

“We might as well head back to the room now,” Sadie shrugged while her thumb guided Grant up against the warm surface of her drink. He stared up at her as the digit tapped against him, forcing him to stand before it pinned his back against the towering cup.

The world turned into a blur as Grant launched into the sky, his terrified scream swallowed up by the rattling of Sadie's chair and her snatching up her bag from the ground below. His eyes locked on the distant sight of her platform Doc Martens, which were normally so intimidating but suddenly seemed downright dainty as he hung far up in the sky.

“Actually, I'm going to go meet up with Jacob. He's taking me to dinner off-campus to make up for the other day.”

“Oh my God, really?” Sadie rolled her eyes, “Does he actually think taking you to some shitty chain restaurant is going to make up for treating you like an afterthought?”

“I like Cheesecake Factory,” Cassidy huffed while stuffing her shrunken slave into the scarf that was neatly tied around her neck, “And Jacob is willing to try and make things work, Sadie. Love is about putting in the work and understanding your partner's love languages...”

Sadie took a deep breath and her face twisted about for a moment before she suddenly shrugged, “Whatever, have a nice time.”

Cassidy stood up a little straighter, the shock clear on her face for a moment before she smiled, “Thank you, Sadie.”

Grant's stomach did somersaults as he was lifted even higher then swung toward his captress's face as she took a long swig from her coffee. She let out a sigh that washed over Grant's body before she lowered the cup, “I'm glad Tiffany wasn't here to see that. She'd be all 'Oh wow, Sadie, that was so mature of you' or whatever.”

With each of her strides, Grant's limbs flopped about while the pressure from her thumb made it harder and harder to breathe.

“It's not like I'm trying to be a jerk when it comes to Jacob but Christ,” she punctuated her sentence with another swig that left Grant's head spinning, “How many times is she going to cry over this guy not making her a priority before she finally dumps him?”

The redhead's face was obscured by the lip of the coffee cup and so Grant had no idea if he was even supposed to reply while she grumpily strode across campus.

“I think it's just that she doesn't want to be single at this school and I can't blame her. I mean, seriously, the quality of men on this campus is fucking distressing. Especially in the frats, who are the only guys worth dating for us since they're in on it.”

Her words made the shrunken man squirm against the coffee cup but that didn't even earn him a dismissive snort. Instead, Sadie simply rambled on.

“Even when you meet what might be a decent dude, he's going to be some God Damn Independent and then turn out to suck on top of that. I mean, fuck, should I just be dating one of the weirdos at Alpha Chi Rho?”

She tipped her cup back even further to get the last dregs out of her latte.

Grant felt his body slip against her thumb as blood rushed to his head and he stared down into her enormous frustrated face before everything swung back in the other direction.

Far below, her at once gigantic and dainty feet stamped down against a welcome mat with Gamma Phi Beta written across it. With her free hand, she pulled keys out of her jacket, opened the door and strode inside.

A few of her Sorority Sisters smiled when Sadie walked by while she offered only a brief wave or nod in return before going down into the basement. As usual, no one was in the game room and the door to her bedroom was shut and locked.

“Thank fucking God,” Sadie muttered while entering her room, “I don't want to actually talk about this with someone. Even floating the idea of dating an Alpha Chi Rho guy out loud makes me kind of queasy.”

Grant found himself and the cup he was pinned to set down on Sadie's desk between two other empty Starbucks cups, one of which still smelled faintly of cinnamon and clove. Rubbing the red mark on his chest from where thumb had pinned him, the tiny man took deep breaths as he watched Sadie start to shed her excess layers.

“Don't get me wrong those dudes are a lot of fun but they all kind of give me the ick,” she flopped down into her desk chair while unzipping her boots and tossing them onto the floor below with a hefty thump, “Like, are they kind of hot? Totally. I have definitely thought about how easily half of them could pick me up and throw me around but whenever I even try to think about fucking them, I can't stop thinking of how gross that house is, you know?”

Grant watched as her tongue bulged against her left cheek and her face screwed up in concentration before he glanced around at the wide array of garbage that littered her desk.

“Eh,” her hand came down and wrapped around him, “I got something stuck near my wisdom tooth...”

The shrunken man struggled against her fingers while struggling to comprehend why she had announced that before he found himself being brought before her slightly chapped lips. “Boss, wait, what're you-”

“Calm down. It'll only be for, like, a second.”

“But-” he continued to squirm as her lips opened wide.

A laugh rumbled up from the dark abyss of her throat, “You should love this, perv. It'll almost be like we're kissing.”

A horrible melange of coffee and beef assaulted Grant's nose as he was plunged into Sadie's mouth. Despite his small size, he found the moist cavern to be impossibly cramped. He could feel her cheeks stretching to accommodate him and he was left constantly flinching from the saliva that dribbled down from the sharp teeth surrounding him.

Her beastly tongue undulated against his chest before choked words rattled his bones, “It's right there, get it.”

In the shadowy maw, Grant struggled to make sense of what the hell he was supposed to be looking for. Above him were several wide flat teeth, each one roughly the size of his own head and shining with thick strands of saliva. Sweat or spit, he didn't know which, washed down over his eyes before running over his lips and making him gag.

“Well?”

Her frustration had a physical force to it that made Grant yelp in fear.

Reaching up blindly, he winced as he ran his fingers across the almost razor sharp edge of her molars. His hands trembled but he probed between them anyway, desperately trying to figure out which one was the wisdom tooth.

The gaps between her teeth were almost non-existent, even for his shrunken hands but then his fingers dipped into a slightly wider space. A gooey stringy piece of fat sat wedged between a molar and a different shaped tooth behind it.

“Yes, right there.”

Grant grimaced but wrapped his hands around the fatty hunk anyway before giving it a yank.

A grunt of relief boomed around him the moment the bit of food came unstuck and he was hauled out of the girl's mouth instantly. The sudden brightness of the light left him blinking and dazed but he felt Sadie's huge fingertips rip the fatty chunk from his hands.

“Good boy,” she casually thundered while flicking the stringy piece down into her otherwise empty trash can.

Despite his disgust, Grant's body still squirmed at her offhand praise and he found himself looking up at her smiling visage high above him.

“You know, now that you're all covered in spit from out little make out session...”

Grant blinked in confusion, struggling to follow her train of thought.

Her belt jingled below and she let out a grunt as she shoved her tight jeans down around her ankles. Grant's eyes widened at the sight of her neon yellow panties. A darker patch was growing at the bottom where her fingers quickly began to rub.

“Did you know that I used to be kind of a slut in high school?” Sadie giggled while lowering him down, “If I made out with a dude at a party, I had pretty much already decided that we were going to fuck...”

She didn't even fully remove her panties, instead merely pulling them aside to reveal her fiery red bush. The neat landing strip she sported at the start of the semester had steadily given way to a tangle of dark red hairs.

“I'm honestly proud of myself for how many times I've made out with Isaac at Alpha Chi Rho and not fucked him,” her fingers clamped down on Grants arms and legs, forcing him into a more narrow shape, “Honestly, I kind of hoped he would have asked me out on a real fucking date at some point but no because guys at this school suck.”

He stared up to meet her gaze and immediately shuddered at the look of frustration etched across her billboard sized face.

“They'll just look at you in class and put you away in their little spank bank for later,” Sadie smirked, “Well two can play that game, huh, perv?”

“Boss-”

His plea turned into a scream as she shoved him into her womanhood, her lips already glistening with excitement. Grant felt like he was on a demented carnival ride as he plunged in deep, his body sliding in and up in a single fluid motion, the living walls around him seeming to push and pull him all at once. Then with the same frightening speed he was yanked back out, the walls stretching and compressing like an accordion as he passed.

Sadie's moans echoed around him before he was plunged back in, where they become a muffled quake throughout her immense body.

It took him six strokes before he realized that her fingers had released his arms but the living walls of her vagina were too strong for him to even try moving them and when he was pulled out, he was moving too quick to do anything but uselessly flop them about.

All Grant could do was gasp and sputter mid-stroke while struggling to keep his eyes and mouth closed every time he was shoved back in. Despite his best efforts though, he could feel Sadie's salty juices sliding past his lips and down his throat to churn away in his stomach.

The pace quickened and Grant could feel the walls around him starting to shudder with each one of Sadie's moans. Every time she pulled him out, he could hear her saying the name 'Isaac' louder and louder while gulping for air like a fish.

And then it happened.

Her womanhood seized him and her juices surged over him like a wave while she let out a single guttural moan that rattled both her immense frame and his own tiny body.

Her fingers released his lower half but he remained wedged inside of her while she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. Grant lay there, uncertain whether it would be better to try and free himself or if that would set her off again.

Then he felt her fingertips grab his ankles and he was forcibly yanked out with a disturbing squelch. He hung limply in the air, coughing out thick globs of mucus that tasted solely of her as she brought him up to her glowing face.

“Well, perv? Was it everything you imagined?”

The shrunken man squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly finding it difficult to look in her bright blue eyes as a faint heat rose in his cheeks.

“You know I can see it, right?”

Grant knew she was referring to his painfully erect cock, which he hadn't even noticed until after she had come. He couldn't explain it, especially given how much the rest of him ached, but he was utterly aroused.

“Say it, perv.”

“It was amazing, Boss.”

“Mhmmm,” He could feel her warm breath rush over him as she brought him close to her lips before whispering, “Good boy.”

Grant roared with ecstasy as the words made him cum and Sadie's laughter rang in his ears.

Justin still couldn't believe it.

When Aiden had stood towering above him in khakis and a navy blazer while he crouched below, licking the last scuff from the immense brown loafer before him, he truly didn't think that it was possible for the giant's plan to work.

The gargantuan bro had taken a quick selfie before glancing down to watch Justin's progress. “Finally, dude,” he boomed while scooping Justin off of the floor, “I told you I'd need these.”

Squirming in the giant's fist, Justin hissed back, “I thought you meant your black ones.”

Aiden scoffed, “You need to learn to anticipate my needs.”

Justin found himself dumped back into his cage while his captor loomed overhead, his thumbs tapping against his phone while a smirk played across his face.

“My dad says that's the hardest part in finding a good assistant,” the giant thundered, “And he told me that this year, I really needed to learn how to train shrunken fucks like you better. If I can get you to understand what I need from you without having to spell it out for you, then I can do it with a real person.”

No matter how much Aiden had done and said to Justin over the past several months, it still felt like a punch to the gut to hear the giant refer to him as something inhuman, even indirectly.

“Of course, he's also said that the best way to get an assistant to really understand their place is to show them,” Aiden laughed while tucking his phone into his pocket, “Apparently there's a few techniques to get people to think it was all a dream.”

The shrunken man's body started to shake and he could feel bile rising in his throat.

“They don't teach them to us in college anymore though,” Aiden rolled his eyes, “Fucking woke bullshit.” The giant then bent down so that his brutish face filled the sky directly above Justin's trembling form, “The body keeps score though, right? That's what those gender studies freaks are always saying...”

Aiden's finger smacked against the bars, making the entire cage shake while he smirked.

“Just imagine, if you live long enough, one day I could grow you back and make you think this was all some fucked up coma dream or something,” the young man's laughter made Justin's ears ring as he rose back up, “That's what my dad says helps the really unruly assistants and employees. One night under your foot, even if they think it's just a dream, is enough to keep them in line forever.”

He strode toward his door, a happy sigh echoing out through the room, “Can't wait, man...”

The door shut and Justin sat there, struggling to take in a breath through his impossibly tight chest. All of Aiden's words were enough to leave him paralyzed with fear but the 'if you live long enough' claim was the one that weighed him down the most.

There was no guarantee that the boy's plan would succeed with Kimberly that night and if he didn't manage to score, Justin knew that Aiden wouldn't break it off with her. That would mean Emma would break in and kill him over the weekend while Aiden was working out or off drinking with his frat brothers or wherever it was that he went when he left the room. Of course, even if everything went well and he wasn't a greasy smear on the bottom of Emma's shoes by that weekend, his safety wasn't guaranteed anyway.

Simply making it through the next Fight Night would be a battle of life or death.

He decided to banish the terrible thoughts from his head by working out. Push-ups, sit-ups, squats, climbing up the walls of his cage to do pull-ups hanging from the ceiling. With every rep, his mind emptied out, leading to as close to peace as he could manage after he was miniaturized for some frat boy's amusement.

Three and a half hours later, laying in the center of his prison and sucking in deep lungfuls of air, Justin was shocked by the feminine giggle he heard on the far side of the door.

It opened up and the world shook from the enormous pair stumbling into the room.

Kimberly was in what looked like little more than a pink satin negligee and as she swung her long hair back and forth, she pressed Aiden against the door with a heavy thump. She leaned up, the patent leather of her heels squeaking as she went, and sloppily pressed her shining pink lips against his. It was all fairly normal for the pair from what Justin had seen before but then he saw her dainty fingers tug at the giant's belt.

“You've been so patient, Aiden...”

The little man shook his head in disbelief.

“Patient, babe?”

There was no way that Kimberly couldn't see through the lie and the cute giggle she let out told Justin that she had, “Aw, you're so sweet, Aiden, and that's why you don't have to pretend anymore...”

She stepped deeper into his room, her narrow hips swaying while pulling up the part of her dress that could be generously called a skirt. Beneath the thin material was a pair of white panties with a pink bow that matched her dress.

The bulge in Aiden's khakis seemed to grow even larger as he stepped forward, “Are you sure, babe? I know it's a big deal for you...”

“Oh Aiden,” Kimberly's hands looped up around his meaty neck before she kissed him again, “I wouldn't be here if I wasn't ready...”

The thin mask of concern on Aiden's face was replaced with naked hunger in the blink of an eye.

His immense powerful hands gripped her by her hips and hauled her up into the sky. She squealed with delight and her skinny legs wrapped around him with surprising grace. The pair moaned as they started to make out once again, their hips bucking against each other as they stood in the center of Aiden's narrow room.

When they finally came up for air, all Justin could do was stare at the pair in open-mouthed disbelief. The giantess glanced in his direction and a frown flickered across her face before she began to tug at Aiden's coat.

The titanic young man simply smirked and held up his arms to make it easier for the girl to undress him but when she turned away the moment she had his jacket, he raised a confused eyebrow, “Babe?”

“One sec,” her nose wrinkled in disgust as she looked down at Justin, “I just don't want him watching...”

The field of navy material fell down on Justin's world and instantly darkened it. The faint smell of Aiden's body and deodorant swept over him a second later, leaving him coughing while the giants beyond continued to talk.

“Does it really bother you?” Aiden laughed as more mountains of fabric began to shift.

“Yes, it's creepy. I hope you don't let him watch when you...”

“Who says I'm doing that at all?”

“Oh Aiden, it's ok, it's not like I haven't felt it through your pants before I leave...” She giggled as the bedsprings moan, “That's how I know you've been so patient waiting for tonight.”

The bed began to shake and shudder as they started to fuck, the sounds almost shockingly normal to Justin after how many times he had watched Aiden perform with all the girls that Kimberly was unaware of.

He once again found himself feeling sorry for Kimberly, knowing full well what Aiden intended to do before the week was out now that he had gotten to deflower her. He wanted to believe that at least one of them would learn from the experience and while it was a shame for Kimberly to lose her virginity to such a terrible young man, it wasn't as if she was the first girl whose first time would teach her a valuable lesson about how bad guys could be.

His pitying train of thought was derailed by Aiden's orgasmic roar, though trapped in darkness, he had no idea of gauging just how long the pair had been going at it. All he could hear was the muffled sound of the giants gasping for air afterward.

“How was that, babe?”

“Good...” Kimberly's voice trailed off in a way that forced Justin to cover his mouth to avoid laughing.

“I wanted to make your first time special-”

“-Our first time.”

“What?”

“Our first time, together. It wasn't my first time.”

“What? I thought, didn't you...”

“I definitely never said that,” Kimberly's voice was firm before it softened, “I said that I wanted to wait because I wanted it to be special because a couple's first time together should mean something and both of them should be ready for it. Sex is a really intimate act, Aiden, and I needed to know that we were ready for that kind of intimacy.”

“Oh...”

“Aiden, baby, it's not like I'm your first,” there was a long pause before her voice trembled, “Right?”

Justin bit his lip to keep himself from exploding with laughter as he imagined what Aiden's face looked like in that moment. He couldn't imagine a bigger body blow to the giant's impossibly sized ego than the girl he had been stringing along suddenly asking if he was a virgin.

“No,” the single word came out in a rush that left Justin's ears ringing, “But, I don't know...”

“It's ok, Aiden,” there was another soft kiss before she added, “And next time will be better, I promise...”

The shrunken man had to shove his own fist up against his teeth, biting down on his knuckles as his whole body start to shake with suppressed laughter.

To his surprise though, there was no immediate push back from Aiden, instead the giant simply sighed, “Yeah, I guess...”

“I wish I could spend the night,” she whispered softly, “But this weekend?”

“Of course, babe,” the giant's voice was still a little weak and introspective.

The mirth that had filled him slowly ebbed out of Justin as he tried to process what was going through his enormous captor's head. Kimberly padded out the door, wishing him a good night and promising to text him when she got back to the Kappa Kappa Gamma house, before she finally left and silence reigned.

Justin wasn't sure how long he sat in the darkness before he heard a strange rumbling noise.

His eyes widened in shock as he realized the boy was crying and then the noise got louder and Justin's shock changed to a disappointed frown.

What he thought were sobs resolved into booming laughs.

“Oh man, what a fucking gift,” Aiden thundered as his feet smacked down against his floor. The cage rattled from the giant swaggering up to it, the blazer disappearing in a gust that smelled faintly of bad cologne. “Now I get to complain that she lied to me when I break up with her tomorrow. I get to be some hurt sensitive idiot who thought we were sharing something special...”

Justin stared up at the grinning giant, the vast wall of his chest simply shaking with laughter.

Aiden set a saltine down on the roof of his cage before stretching his used condom like a pastry bag far above, “God damn, this is going to be great, little dude. Shame I didn't take her virginity but who cares, guess she's just some kind of weird slut anyway...”

White sludge oozed out onto the cracker and the worst part was the way Justin's empty stomach rumbled in response. The joy he had felt over Aiden's humiliation was quickly being turned around, leaving him sunken and defeated on the red plastic floor.

“I really thought I had finally met a nice girl,” Aiden sighed, “Then again, maybe I did. Emma is pretty great...” The condom was tossed down into the giant's trashcan while he plucked up the cracker and opened the door, “After all, she actually wants to be my girlfriend for real. She's not like a lot of these other girls who are just looking for a rich guy in a frat to bleed dry after college. Emma has plans and stuff, plus her dad's some big shot attorney or something, so it's not like she's some scholarship kid...”

Justin's stomach churned for so many reasons as Aiden continued to ramble above before setting the disgusting meal down before the shrunken man.

“And I mean, look at that,” the giant snapped his fingers and Justin couldn't stop his head from lifting up.

Ahead of him, Aiden's immense member was already thickening up once again, with veins bulging against his skin. He grimaced, his gaze traveling up the giant's expansive chest to where he grinned high overhead.

“Just talking about her gets me hard. That's what love is, right?”

The cage door shut with a clatter and the bars shook as Aiden strolled back over to his bed, “Eat up, little dude. You need to fuel them gains if you want to keep winning at Fight Night...”

The worst part was that Justin knew the giant was right and his hand reached for the card table sized cracker before him. Breaking off a hunk and bringing it to his mouth, the shrunken man gagged slightly when he caught the stench of the salty goop.

Across the room, Aiden barked out a laugh while his immense hand was wrapped around his member while he scrolled through his phone. “Sorry, little dude, I had the surf and turf tonight. Probably doesn't make your dinner taste great...” The giant continued to laugh as he started to jerk himself off, muttering Emma's name as he went.

Justin frowned, looking away as he brought the disgusting sludge into his mouth, knowing he had to choke it down as quickly as he could to avoid the semen soaking too deeply into the cracker and turning it into a disgusting mush.

A part of him still couldn't believe that the giant would actually get away with it, but the next day, he was forced to listen to the long and angry voice message that Kimberly sent him after he broke up with her via text. She called him immature and self-centered and half-a-dozen other insults that were spot on but all that did was make Aiden laugh harder as he listened to it.

When he was done, he simply deleted the message and then called up Emma to tell her that she was right and he was ready to commit himself to her completely, having broken it off with all the other girls over the past few days.

Justin had hoped the brunette would call the giant bastard's bluff or reveal that it was all some sort of ploy but he watched the triumphant grin play across his captor's face as they spoke, “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, we really should celebrate...”

For the second night in a row, Justin watched the giant leave in his khakis and blazer and return with a girl who immediately pressed him up against the door as they made out. The main difference was that Emma's dress was both more modest and sexier than Kimberly's had been. Her entire torso was covered from her neck down to her kneecaps with a soft looking black material that shimmered with her every move. Even where the dress's cut should have exposed skin around her shoulders and down her arms, there was a thin not-quite-see-through fabric covering her body, and then she wore a pair of patterned black tights to keep her legs covered.

The world shook as her thick soled black boots carried her into the center of the room, where she wasted no time in spinning Aiden about and setting him down on the bed.

The giantess squatted down while pulling at his belt and opening his pants wide.

“Emma,” he boomed, his hand coming down to cup her chin, “You don't have to...”

“I want to though,” she grinned up at him, “I need you to always remember why you should stay with me, Aiden...”

Her eyes then drifted from where Aiden's cock was straining against his boxers to where Justin sat in his cage. She bent down and gently kissed the growing stain from the giant's precum before rising to her feet, “Hold on one sec...”

The cage bars started to shake as her platform boots smacked down against the floor before her long nails trailed across the top of the cage before they opened the door. Justin stared up at her, his little head shaking back and forth while she simply grinned down at him.

Her hand wrapped around his tiny body and she hauled him into the sky, all while Aiden thundered with laughter. He was carried across the room to where the giant had already removed all of his clothes, his legs spread wide like a barbaric king as he waited for Emma to crouch down in front of him once again. She gently cupped his balls with her free hand and then brought Justin down, giggling the whole time.

The masculine musk of Aiden's balls made Justin gag as he was set down on the bed, only for the heavy weight of the giant's sack to immediately fall down atop him. It seemed to stretch over him like a living ooze, pinning him with ease while the actual balls settled down just past his shoulders.

“There, right where he belongs...”

The bed creaked and Justin screamed in fear at the way everything moved around him from the giant simply shifting his weight. “Feels weird down there but good...”

Emma simply grinned before her face was eclipsed by Aiden's monumental cock, “Good.”

Her lips then spread wide and Justin stared into the terrifying abyss of her throat before the giant's manhood filled her mouth. Everything shook as she went down the shaft, making Aiden moan and the whole bed shudder.

Panic began to fill Justin as he thought about how easily he could be crushed by Aiden's shifting weight. His squirming only made the giant groan louder and the giant member stiffened as Emma slowly went back up the shaft, her tongue gently swirling against the head before she devoured it once again.

Up and down she went, varying her pace while occasionally letting out her own lusty moan.

Justin could only watch in horror while his body was compressed beneath Aiden's balls.

And then he felt it, the way everything around him seized before the giant started to grunt.

Emma retreated up the shaft but she kept her lips wrapped around the head for a moment before she pulled back. Her eyes went from Aiden above to Justin below while her fingers gently lifted the ballsack off of the shrunken man.

A horrific pins and needles feeling ripped through Justin as Emma's lips pursed above him.

The thin stream of saliva and cum that drizzled down upon him made him squirm and squeal, his numb limbs flopping about uselessly while the enormous couple above him laughed at his plight. The sight of their faces stretched with delight while he coughed and sputtered beneath them sent a sobering realization rippling through him: the monstrous pair really did deserve each other.

“I'm not sure when I'll be ready to go again, babe,” Aiden said when their laughter finally died down.

His meaty fingers played with her short hair and she just smiled up at him, “That's ok, babe. I'm not going anywhere. You can even take a nap or something, I don't mind...”

“You're the best, Emma...”

“And don't you forget it, Aiden.”

Justin's world shifted and his cum-soaked body bounced as Aiden simply rolled over in bed, the giant falling asleep almost instantly.

High above him, Emma sighed happily as she rose back to her full dominating height and scooped the tiny man up into her hands, clearly unconcerned with the gunk he was coated in.

“Now we get to have a quick little chat,” she said while taking the two steps to Aiden's desk and settling down into the giant's chair, “And I think you know what I want to ask you...”

Justin trembled in her cupped palm, his eyes drifting to her sharp nails and then his little body lifted up so he could look down at the intimidating boots that still sat on her feet.

“Yeah, it's that time, little man.”

“He broke up with them, Emma, I promise.”

“Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow and one of her long nails came down to press into his shoulder. Pain began to burn in Justin's chest, his eyes watering while she looked down on him, “How many more were there besides Lexi?”

“Just one,” he wheezed through the pain.

“Who?” The finger eased off but it began to drift across his chest.

“Kimberly,” he gasped for air, “I don't know her last name...”

The nail went past his ribs to settle on his stomach, its point sharp enough to make him suck in what little fat remained after weeks of doing nothing but working out in his cage.

“C'mon, little guy. If you want to live, you're going to have to do better than just a first name.”

The fingernail started to press down and he screamed, “Kappa Kappa Gamma!”

The nail stopped, the pressure of it poking down into the depths of his stomach making him squirm in her palm.

“Those nerds?” She rolled her eyes, “What did she like dress up as one of those girls with the tails on their heads from Star Wars for him or something?”

Her finger lifted and all Justin could do was cough in her hand while shaking his head.

“Oh, duh,” she scoffed, “She did his homework or some shit.”

Justin tried to say yes but his world was already spinning around as she brought him back to his cage.

“Well, you're going to tell me if he starts trying to pull that shit again, understood?” She thundered while gently setting him down into his cage.

“Y-yes, Emma,” he managed to spit out while gasping for air.

“Good.”

The door shut with a clang and he watched as she shimmied out of her dress, tugged off her boots, and then climbed into bed with Aiden, a strange smile on her face as her hands ran over his broad slumbering chest.

Justin sat there trembling for a long time, well after the pair had both fallen asleep, wondering if they would make each other better or enable their worst qualities. He then reminded himself that it didn't matter, since no matter which versions of themselves Emma and Aiden ended up being, it wasn't one that would be kind to him.

Kendall had suffered many indignities since Abigail shrank her but being wrapped up in a pair of the girl's panties somehow felt worse than any amount of dirt that she had licked from the giantess's treads.

Her Royal Highness, as Abigail now preferred Kendall to refer to her as, had mentioned several times that she would be flying home for Thanksgiving but the shrunken girl hadn't understood what that actually meant for her. While it seemed like the sisters of Gamma Phi Beta were able to wield enough power to make people never notice their tiny slaves, Kendall couldn't believe that any of them would be so brazen as to carry someone through airport security. She wasn't sure why she thought that an x-ray machine or a TSA agent would somehow be able to pierce a mystical illusion but it was the only hope she had to cling to.

The giant blonde had, of course, waited till the last minute to pack her things.

Kendall knelt on the floor, which quaked beneath Abigail's platform Uggs as she strode back and forth from her closet to where her pink suitcase sat open on the floor. Michelle sat at her desk, a smile on her face while she sipped her coffee with her pristine Forces tapping against the floor.

The lanky Asian girl didn't try to hide her amusement, “You have pre-check, right?”

“Yes, I'll be through security in two minutes.”

“That's good considering how close we'll be cutting it...”

“Oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes while carrying a small mound of panties over to her suitcase.

“I like to be as prepared as the next girl but wow, will you really need that many?”

Abigail stopped and stared down at the stack of cotton and silk in her hands. A long candy shell orange claw that Kendall had affixed the night before sliced into the stack before the giantess began to quickly count them off. When she got halfway through her mountain, she dropped all the ones she had counted into the suitcase and took the rest back to the open dresser.

Then Kendall felt her green eyes resting on her. She looked up to see Abigail's hand dip back into the drawer and take out a pair of white boy shorts with pink trim. She couldn't stop her head from cocking in confusion as the giantess took a single step toward her.

The force of her foot hitting the floor bowled Kendall over and her eyes widened as she watched the white cotton fill the sky. Her shout of protest was absorbed by the giantess's underwear and then she felt Abigail's powerful digits wrap around her body.

Muffled words thundered outside her prison and then she felt the strange sensation of magic washing over her. For one long moment everything felt mildly wrong, as if she had put her shoes on the wrong feet. Then there was a warm calming feeling that set her completely at ease before the boy shorts suddenly tightened around her like a straight jacket.

Kendall could hear the giant girls laughing as she pushed against the cotton with all of her might, feeling no seams or holes or place where the underwear should have opened up at all. Her new prison suddenly plummeted through the sky though she didn't land painfully, instead the boy shorts just rolled deeper into the disorganized mound of clothing that Abigail had haphazardly thrown into her suitcase.

“Ok, I think that's everything,” the blonde managed between giggles.

The light that came through the white cotton walls suddenly darkened and then a mighty thump followed by a zipper sealed her in. Everything shifted, throwing her about even more before the thunderous voices of the sorority sisters were overwhelmed by the rumbling of the suitcase's wheels against the floor.

Knowing it was pointless to shout or struggle, she simply closed her eyes and tried her best to relax.

Over the past few weeks, she had done all she could to be the servant that Abigail expected her to be. She did what she was asked, she exclusively called the girl 'highness' or 'my liege' or 'princess', and she had even made sure to offer whatever services she could think of to the giantess. She massaged her fingers when the girl's hand cramped from typing or working on calculus problem sets, she had edited papers for her British Literature class, and she had even scrubbed the insoles of the girl's well worn platform Uggs until they looked almost new again. The barely veiled threats where Abigail referred to how easy it was to squash 'little bugs' or simply asked Kendall how thick her soles appeared to the shrunken girl had finally stopped.

No matter how she acted though, she wasn't ready to simply accept the role Abigail had forced her into. She still hunted for some way out, even though Florence constantly rolled her eyes and told her it was pointless. Kendall was fairly certain that when it came to trying anything on campus that her fellow shrunken prisoner was correct.

There was no way to get out of the Gamma Phi Beta house at her current size and even if she managed to get away from Abigail when the girl took her outside the house, the rest of the campus's Greek Life was all doing the same thing.

Kendall had learned that was the real point of the branding that scarred her stomach.

Two days before, Abigail had been forced to attend a Pan-Hellenic meeting in Leslie's stead, since the bubbly brunette had already flown home for the long holiday weekend. When Abigail arrived in the sizeable conference room, her hand had dipped into her Telfar bag and pulled Kendall out before depositing her directly in front of the girl's Macbook. Looking up and down the table, the shrunken girl watched as similar scenes played out over and over again.

Action figured sized people were set down in front of notebooks and laptops as gigantic sorority girls loomed over them. What shocked Kendall the most though was how many of them weren't students. She expected most of them to be around the age of their captresses but the majority looked older. Even if there were many people who looked like they were in their late twenties, that was still far older than most of the giantesses that sat over them.

Some had to be townies but she wondered just how many were purely targets of opportunity. People that the girls had shrunk when they were on vacation or back home or visiting friends at other schools. A few even looked old enough that she wondered if they were old high school teachers or even former professors.

They all shared two things in common though.

The first was a dead and defeated look. They all simply stared into the middle distance as they sat slumped atop the table, too exhausted to take in the cavernous room or glance in the direction of its miniaturized inhabitants. It reminded her of the way Florence sat in the shadow of Michelle's bed or desk for most of the day, simply zoning out until her 'Mistress' returned from class to give her a new command.

The other thing they had in common were the Greek letters etched into their skin.

And that's when she realized that the brand was more than the torture that she had always assumed that it was. It was the insurance that if she did ever manage to get out into the wilds of campus and some other Sorority girl or Frat boy found her, they could simply look down at her chest or back and know exactly where to take her to. Once she was returned to the correct enormous mansion, she'd be sent back to her captress.

That was why Kendall knew that her only chance to escape was when Abigail was home for Thanksgiving. If not that trip, she had to figure out what she would need to do when the girl went home for winter break.

She knew that they had arrived at the airport thanks to the muffled roar of the enormous people that Abigail was storming by as she rushed to get to her flight. The world swung wildly and Kendall's prison shook before she felt the strange sensation of riding on a conveyor belt.

The little girl knew that it was an insane hope but she still desperately stretched in an attempt to make her tiny skeleton as visible as possible in the depths of the Abigail's suitcase. Whatever hex the girl had put upon her ensured that she went unnoticed though, since no one asked Abigail to open her bag and explain just what the hell was inside of it.

Kendall strained to parse all the booming distorted announcements that rang through the airport but it wasn't long before she was able to figure out where they were going: Seattle-Tacoma. She slumped down in her cotton prison and tried to wrap her mind around the idea that the giant blonde was from the Pacific Northwest.

Every girl she had met from coastal Oregon or Washington had been very... different from Abigail.

She couldn't imagine the giant girl in a Patagonia vest and hiking boots, let alone collecting trash on Earth Day like one of Kendall's friends from undergrad had always done. As she felt her prison being shoved into an overhead bin, she chewed her lip while struggling to remember anything she could that Abigail had said about her home.

All that she could remember was how Abigail constantly went on about how the weather was so much better and that it was gorgeous all year round. That and the way the girl dressed was why she had always assumed that Abigail had been from southern California or maybe the Bay Area. The Pacific Northwest was gorgeous, especially compared to the flat farmland and sparsely forested valleys that surrounded their school but she struggled to think of anyone who called Seattle's weather better than anywhere...

Except for people who grew up there, who always were ready to tell you that it didn't actually rain all the time, or at least not in the way that you thought of. And the days that it didn't rain, they always insisted that those would blow you away.

Kendall found her mind running in that same circle over and over again for a long time until the rumbling announcement that the plane was beginning its initial descent broke her out of her reverie. She knew that there was no chance of escape in the airport but the shrunken girl began to think about how the weather would allow for her to actually escape. Not that she knew where she would be able to go, since despite having old college friends in the area it wasn't as if she knew where they lived or had their numbers memorized. When she broke free of Abigail's grasp, she wouldn't be lost in a winter wasteland that would leave her frozen a few feet from the girl's doorstep.

She could almost see herself huddling against the rain after her escape as Abigail went from the plane to an Uber. While she didn't know anyone who would be able to specifically help her, she knew that there were enough pagans and occultists in the Pacific Northwest that Seattle would have a bookshop or something where she would be able to get some kind of help. After all, all the magical knowledge in the world couldn't solely be in the hands of people who joined fraternities and sororities at specific schools.

When she felt her prison yanked out of the trunk, Kendall heard Abigail's voice thunder, “Finally...”

Kendall rolled her eyes as the suitcase was rolled along a rough surface that rattled her tiny body then heaved through the air while Abigail's Uggs smacked down on hollow sounding wood. A door opened and shut with a thunderous boom before the girl's voice called out again, “Hello, is anyone even home?!”

Silence reigned.

A soft sigh echoed out before Abigail muttered, “Cool, great...”

And then a weaker voice echoed from somewhere nearby, “Welcome home, miss!”

Kendall's eyes widened as she heard bare feet smack against hardwood and she started to shake her head, “No, no... that... they can't...”

“Oh hey, Bee,” her captress sighed, “Is it just you and Jeeves around?”

“No, your brother's servant is here too, along with his girlfriend's...”

“Oh, Mable was able to make it after all? Greaaaaaaat...”

The suitcase started to rumble as Abigail moved through the house, the pitter patter of shrunken feet moving barely audible above the clatter of the wheels. “Your mother told us that you shrank your first slave this semester, Miss.”

“Yeah, she was a bit of a dud at first but I think she's learning her place...”

Kendall frowned as she listened to that description of her life under the larger girl's thumb.

“That's good to hear, Miss. I assume that she'll be able to take care of you for the weekend then?”

“Yeah, but you might want to check in on her, Bee. You know, make sure she's up to snuff.”

“Of course, Miss.”

The conversation made bile climb up Kendall's throat. It was suddenly easy to see why the girl was so entitled: she had grown up with magically shrunken servants her whole life. It made her wonder just how many of the girls that Abigail lived with had been taught that magically enslaving people was normal. Certainly not every girl in the Gamma Phi Beta house was a legacy?

The suitcase tipped and Kendall's whole body shook from it slamming down onto a floor.

A zipper was quickly undone and light flooded into Kendall's world for the first time in hours.

She felt Abigail's powerful fingers grip her cotton prison in the same moment that the material suddenly became normal boy shorts once again. The shrunken girl couldn't stop herself from squirming against the fingers, which only made the blonde chuckle before the fingers squeezed against her. Wheezing as the air was forced from her lungs, Kendall went limp and waited for Abigail to unwrap her.

“That's right, peasant...”

She felt the sharp acrylic claw brush against her calf as one leg of the short was flicked away and then the balled up underwear suddenly unfurled. A plush pink rug rushed to great her while her terrified shriek was overwhelmed by the rumble of Abigail's cruel laughter.

Kendall hit the floor with a painful grunt and lay there dazed while she watched shadows play across the floor.

“She's quite small, Miss,” Bee's masculine voice was stronger than Kendall's but paled in comparison to Abigail's thunder.

“That's how we keep them on campus.”

“Well, you know your mother prefers us all to be bigger...”

“Ugh, do I have to? I don't want her getting any ideas.”

“I am merely pointing out your mother's preferences, Miss.”

Kendall pushed herself to a kneeling position and her jaw dropped as she found herself staring out at a dizzyingly large bedroom, even by normal standards. An enormous four poster bed loomed like a skyscraper directly ahead of her with massive gaps sitting on either side of it. A huge desk sat on the right side of the room while on the left a full bay window sat with a gorgeous view of old mansions descending toward the Puget Sound. Stumbling about, Kendall saw an enormous standing wardrobe looming behind a huge open door through which she spied what appeared to be an open central staircase with some kind of window on the ceiling letting in late autumn light. Finally, turning completely back around, the little girl looked through Abigail's legs to see a walk in closet with a vanity that led into an en suite bathroom.

“Holy shit...” she whispered.

A man cleared his throat and she jumped when she noticed the figure standing at Abigail's knee. Graying hair and a few wrinkles around his dark eyes were the only indications that the trim and muscular man standing there was middle-aged. A collar of worn brown leather was wrapped around his neck with a golden tag that read 'Bitch' on it, with what looked like an address written beneath it. Thankfully, a pair of white shorts covered his member though they were tight enough to leave little to the imagination.

Abigail sighed while glancing at her phone, “Of course, Mom's not picking up...”

Kendall craned her neck back to look into the blonde's frustrated face.

Her plump lips twisted about before she finally sighed and wagged her finger in the sky, “This is only while we're home? Is that understood, peasant?”

Nodding her head furiously, Kendall shouted, “Yes, of course, your Highness!”

Bee, as Abigail had called him, didn't hide the amusement on his face at the exchange.

The girl's long sunkissed fingers came down and gently brushed her shoulder while she whispered something under her breath. A sudden warmth washed over Kendall as the world started to shrink around her. Her eyeline rose from roughly even with Abigail's ankle all the way up to just below her kneecap before her whole body jerked to a sudden stop.

Stumbling about, she blinked and then stared up at the giantess in complete disbelief, “Y-yo-you said... you said...”

“Yeah, I know what I said,” Abigail waved her hand dismissively, “Guess what? It doesn't matter. I can do whatever I want to your little ass.”

Anger built in Kendall and her hands curled naturally into fists while she stammered up.at the giantess, unable to think of what she could possibly say to make any difference in the bratty girl's mind. Then she watched as Bee took half a step to stand between the two of them. The older man didn't say anything but his posture made it clear that even an utterly impotent punch would not be tolerated in his presence.

The floor shook as Abigail walked into the closet behind her and paused to peruse several shoes. “Now get in here, peasant. I want some options for dinner tonight...”

Shoes clattered to the floor; sneakers, heels, a pair of combat boots.

“You heard her Highness,” Bee practically growled while stepping aside to let her past.

“Yeah... yeah....” Kendall nodded while walking toward the growing pile amassing at Abigail's feet.

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.

When Tiffany and then Cassidy had left for Thanksgiving, Grant had sat in the shadow of Sadie's bed wondering how she would carry him home.

Tiffany had let her shrunken girl slide right into an interior pocket of her purse before wheeling her carry-on out of the room early in the morning on Tuesday. The next day, Cassidy scooped her tiny man up and slid him right into the warm pocket of her boyfriend's hoodie. She had glanced over at where Sadie slumbered above Grant before she sighed and rolled her eyes. Her phone buzzed while she slung her backpack over her shoulder and snatched up a heavy looking bag. Bringing the phone to her ear she boomed, “I'm coming right up, baby.”

The door slammed shut, Sadie grumbled in her sleep, and the day stretched on and on.

The girl finally got up later than usual, then after showering and getting dressed, he didn't see her for hours. It took a long time for him to realize that it was the first time since he shrank that he had been left alone and more importantly unchained.

Despite knowing that there was no way out, Grant still found himself pacing along the walls of the room to ensure that everything was like he thought. There were no vents hidden by the giant pieces of furniture and his fellow shrunken prisoners hadn't been holding out on him about any loose baseboards or forgotten mouseholes. It was just solid sheet rock and cheap carpet the whole way around with a door that while not exactly flush with the floor left no hope for escape even at his minuscule size.

With the chilly air seeping into the basement bedroom, Grant wandered back to Sadie's shoe rack where he proceeded to climb into her thick soled Doc Martens. Sliding past the zipper, he slumped down and did his best to enjoy the warmth the leather provided while he awaited her inevitable return. As the hours dragged on and the room went from shadowy to pitch black, a small part of him feared that the redhead had gone home for the holiday with nothing more than the clothes on her back.

The door finally opened and the lights came on as Sadie shut the door behind her.

Her black Forces smashed down on the carpet and Grant forced himself to his feet while her shadow grew. Clambering out of her boots, he craned his neck back to see her glazed bloodshot eyes scanning the floor for him.

A low giggle thundered overhead while the floor shook from her pulling her chair away from her desk. Plopping down into it, she stretched out her legs and let her sneakers clap down against the floor, “Untie these, perv.”

Jogging up to her left foot, Grant was hit by the strong pungent stench of weed that seemed to roll off of the girl. Staggering as he moved alongside her foot until he was roughly even with the flat laces, he wondered just how high she was. Gripping one lace from the side, he started to pull but the redhead simply giggled above him.

“No, you won't get any leverage from just one side...” The beastly wall of black leather rose and then thumped against the floor, sending him down to his knees, “Ya gotta get up on it.”

Doubting whether that was actually true, Grant knew that it didn't actually matter. “Of course, boss!” He shouted while climbing up atop her sneaker. The tongue was soft beneath his knees and he could feel the warmth pouring off of her body from every direction as he bent down over the knot. Tugging on both sides of the knot at once, he found himself still struggling to get them to move.

Sadie giggled while he grunted below, “C'mon, I didn't even double knot them or something...”

Straining with effort, Grant could feel the sweat begin to form on his brow before the shoe laces finally gave way and the warm stench of the redhead's feet flooded into his nostrils.

“Finally,” she boomed while her foot flexed beneath him, forcing him to cling to the laces to avoid being tossed aside, “Now the other one.”

“Y-yes, boss,” he stammered while awkwardly sliding off of one sneaker and jogging over to the other. He could feel her eyes on him the whole time and a glance up into the heavens showed a lazy smile on her distant face while her phone sat limply in her lap, her thumb scrolling across its screen.

Hopping up onto the right sneaker, Grant took a deep breath before attacking the knot. Even knowing how tough it would be, he still found himself struggling to undo the thick laces all while high above him Sadie chuckled at some video on her phone. When the knot finally came undone, the foot slid out immediately, which sent the tongue flopping down beneath Grant's minuscule weight.

He scrambled to hold onto the laces but his sweaty grip made him slip and his face hit the heel of Sadie's insole with a disgusting splat. The warm earthy flavor of her footsweat filled his mouth while he was left gagging on sweaty humid air.

The redhead's cruel laughter rang in his ears, making his skin burn bright pink before he felt her thumb and forefinger pinch his hips. Grant shouted as he rose through the sky, his ears popping slightly from the sudden ascent. He found himself hanging before her pink lips, warm weed-scented air rolling over him while he stared into the dark cavern of her mouth.

His little body trembled as he thought about how she had used him as a dildo barely more than a week earlier. The thought also made his member stir while he hung there, a perverse hope filling his little chest.

“Nah,” her words rang in his ears, “I need something bigger tonight...”

Grant found himself deposited onto the girl's desk while she rose up to her feet, peeling off her sweatshirt and then tugging down her pants. He stared at her, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt that her nipples were poking through and a sky blue pair of panties as she bent down to open the bottom drawer of her desk.

The rattle of her sex toys made him shiver in a mix of fright and arousal before his eyes went wide at the sight of the mammoth vibrator she withdrew from the depths of the drawer. The immense purple phallus had small bumps just beneath the smooth cockhead and a curved set of rabbit ears set near the base, rising high enough to stimulate her clit while she shoved the shaft in and out. She waved the giant vibrator across the sky for a moment, giggling to herself while she made lightsaber noises.

It then loomed over him and the girl pulled it back slightly, as if it was a hammer and he was a nail.

“I could crush you with this thing, bro,” Sadie thundered, pulling it aside so she could stare at him with her glazed over eyes, “Pretty fitting way for a perv like you to go, huh?”

Grant's whole body trembled, his eyes unable to look away from the immense dildo, “Pl-please, boss. I-”

“Squeak squeak squeak,” she teased while the cockhead came down. Grant's squeal of terror did nothing to stop it before the plastic poked against his chest, sending him sprawling across the girl's desk. “Look at your little thing,” Sadie snorted while the heavy purple plastic went down his shrunken body to softly nudge his stiffening cock, “You're turned on by this, aren't ya?”

The shrunken boy had no idea what to say, arousal was easily beating fear within his little body but the idea of admitting it made his stomach churn.

“It's cool, dude,” she chuckled, while her thumb flicked the switch at the base of the vibrator.

Grant cried out in shock as his teeth rattled inside his skull and every one of his bones seemed to want to shoot off in different directions.

The shuddering purple dildo rose into the sky while Sadie grinned down at him, “My cousin told me that part of letting you love me is letting you have your weird little turn-ons. I just didn't think getting crushed by my Wascally Wabbit would be one of them.” She shrugged while swinging it mere inches from his face, “But whatever, you do you.”

Her fingers then came and scooped him up, “But first, I walked around campus all day so you have to be a good boy for me and clean up my shoes...” She brought him back down to the floor to set him before the barely scuffed leather of her black Forces. Her finger gently stroked down his back while she smiled overhead, “Can you do that for me? Be my good little boy, hm?”

His whole body shuddered and he had to bite his lip to keep the orgasm that threatened to rip through his little body in check, “Y-yes, boss!”

She let out a low satisfied moan as she stepped back to her bed while shimmying out of her panties. The world shook from her falling back onto her mattress, spreading her legs, and cranking the vibrator in her hand up several notches.

The shrunken young man could feel his whole body burn with embarrassment while he bent down to lap away at a faint scuff while Sadie's mountainous body writhed on her gigantic bed. His gaze kept turning toward her right foot, her toes scrunching tight against her sheets while she howled in ecstasy. Eventually, it stuck straight out into the air in the same moment Sadie let out an orgasmic moan before it shook for several long seconds.

Sadie's t-shirt fell down against the floor and then the gleaming purple vibrator was set down atop it while her sleepy voice thundered overhead, “Take care of that too, perv. It's bedtime for this boss bitch...”

As Grant crept across the floor and the lights went out, Sadie giggled before whispering, “Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss...”

The bed shifted above while he rose to his feet and ran his tongue along the purple plastic. The acrid and salty taste of Sadie's sexual juices was intense but it was far more pleasant than the familiar flavors of dust and shoe leather. He worked his way up and down the shaft, peeling a few errant pubic hairs from it as he went, trying desperately not to think about how his rock hard cock bobbed with his every step.

When he was finished, Grant lay down in her t-shirt and breathed in her scent. He knew he had to be near her armpit based on the strange dead flower stink that greeted him but he didn't care. The shrunken young man simply gripped his painfully erect cock and masturbated with reckless abandon, coming directly into the soft cotton of her t-shirt while his whole body convulsed with pleasure. Fully satisfied, Grant rolled over and let the exhaustion take hold.

He awoke to find Sadie's feet on either side of him with the redhead grinning high overhead.

“Happy Thanksgiving, perv,” she thundered while her toes wiggled on the edges of her t-shirt.

Grant rose to his feet, his eyes going to the massive tits that hung over his head. Even though he knew that they were small and perky to any normal sized person, he couldn't help but feel like he was staring up at two moons. “H-happy Thanksgiving, Boss!” He shouted back before a strange question burst from his lips, “A-are you taking me home today?”

“Pfft, fuck that,” she boomed, the sky suddenly dominated by her fiery bush as she rose up, “I don't want to eat my aunt's dry turkey and babysit younger cousins when I can just stay here and eat a catered meal and get high as hell with Summer.” Grant watched her walk across the room, snatching up her shower caddy and a towel as she went. She paused at the door to wink at him, “I mean, study for finals.”

Grant rolled back over to lay in the shadow of her vibrator and a smile came to his face. It was easy to become wrapped up in the giant girl's joy but as he sucked in her fading scent from the t-shirt and let his eyes droop back down, one of his old fantasies from when he would watch Sadie and her roommates run by entered his head.

Several times he had imagined what it would be like to date Cassidy and even to bring the bubbly blonde home for the holidays. Only this time, it was Sadie. It was easy to imagine her in nice but casual clothes, probably a turtleneck and slacks, and the way they could trade jokes about his extended family. He could almost feel her short soft hair beneath his fingers when they'd be making out atop his narrow childhood bed.

Tears welled in his eyes as he was reminded of the fact that he would never have that.

Not with anyone and certainly not with her.

In fact, he had to remind himself that he'd have to one day watch her share that with someone else. She talked a lot about how she wanted a boyfriend, even though she never seemed to go on any dates. Grant knew that he wasn't the thing holding her back but her own high standards and byzantine rules for dating. No matter how sweetly she talked to him, it was obvious that he was just a slave to her and that was all he could ever hope to be.

The world shook as she strode back into the room, smelling of fruit and flowers after her shower. Rising to his knees, Grant watched as she got dressed, layering an emerald green knit sweater over a black button down shirt and a pair of dark flared jeans that hugged her muscular legs in all the right places. Her platform Docs and a few pieces of silver jewelry completed the ensemble before she gripped him with a ring covered hand.

Grant found himself atop her desk, brushing away the tears that trickled down his cheeks while she applied her make-up. He was so lost debating if his family was still searching for him or if there was some part of shrinking him down that made everyone forget his existence, that he didn't even notice the fluffy rouge brush coming toward him till it was too late. His cry of terror was completely overpowered by Sadie's giggles, the girl continued to dust him with rouge while the brush tickled his body, making him squeal with forced laughter.

She sighed happily, as if it was all just a fun game, before she packed away her make-up and scooped him up. Sadie held him in a loose fist while carrying him through the house, unconcerned with the way he bounced between her fingers with every step, and she brought him into a room he had never seen before.

It was an immense dining room, though clearly nowhere near big enough to hold all the girls in the sorority. The long table was probably enough to seat a single rush class, maybe two, but even so Grant noticed that there were only seven places set at one end of it. He was deposited next to a card that read 'Sadie Beacham' and six shrunken prisoners sat beside the other cards.

The world shook as Sadie walked through a swinging door into the kitchen, where thunderous voices rang from the other Gamma Phi Beta sisters who had decided to stay on campus for Thanksgiving.

He only dimly recognized most of the other slaves but the shrunken man he had seen the most belonged to Summer. It was strange to see him at roughly the same size, since Summer seemed to keep him at a towering foot of height most of the time so he could more effectively pick up after her, but he shared the same despondent look on his face as Grant.

Crossing to Summer's place setting across from Sadie, he sat down next to his fellow prisoner, “It doesn't get any easier does it?”

The boy sighed, “No, not really.”

“Shit.”

“If you can believe it, when they take you home it's worse,” he picked at the tablecloth they sat on, not looking in Grant's direction, “Summer's Mom is actually super sweet, she reminds me of my mom, if you swap Tagalog for Spanish anyway and just... yeah, man. It's tough.”

They sat in silence for a few long moments while Grant struggled to keep his mind from spiraling.

Finally, his companion said, “There are some things that make it a little easier though.”

“What?”

The door to the kitchen swung open as Summer strode in with Sadie and another girl in tow, “Ok, we're going for a walk!”

Laughter roared from the kitchen and a feminine voice called back, “You can just say you're going to smoke, guys! It's not a big deal!”

“Habit!” Summer boomed, the table shaking beneath her feet. Unlike Sadie, the girl hadn't put in any effort to looking nicer. She wore a pink Gamma Phi Beta hoodie beneath a bulky Carhartt jacket, dark corduroys, and a bright orange beanie. “Aw, look, Sadie, your slave and mine are friends,” she cooed in the same moment her hand swooped in to grab them both.

Grant squirmed instantly as his body tangled up with the other boy's, painfully aware of how naked they both were. One of the giant girls above chuckled while he was passed off into Sadie's familiar grip, clinging to her beringed fingers while trying to take deep calming breaths.

“Oh, we take them too?” Asked the third sorority sister, her fingers hovering over a trembling girl.

“Yeah, it's fun to watch them get high off secondhand,” Summer boomed as she walked off.

“It's like a little treat,” Sadie cooed while bringing Grant up to her face, gently nuzzling her nose against his back, “We all get high, we eat too much food...”

“O-ok,” the girl replied, “And they like it?”

Grant bounced against the redhead's fingers as she shrugged, “Who cares?”

The other girl laughed, “I guess, yeah, I guess that makes sense...”

Cold air nipped at Grant's body as he was carried out into what had to be the backyard of the sorority house, another space he had somehow never seen. The pungent smell of weed was already in the air as he was set down on a frigid brick patio. Pristine Reebok Club sneakers sat next to him with Summer's shrunken prisoner leaning against the toe with a dazed look on his face.

The young man offered Grant a grin and a thumbs up while a joint was passed overhead. He heard Sadie take a deep drag before her face filled the heavens. Her lips pursed then a stream of thick white smoke poured down around him, plunging him into a foggy world that reeked of weed. The little man had no choice but to breathe it in while the towering girls giggled overhead.

“Oh,” he muttered between hacking coughs as his head became light and a giddy warmth filled his body. He too settled down onto the cold brick, less concerned by how it stung his rear end now that he felt like he was floating. Resting against the hard leather of Sadie's Doc Martens, he nodded his little head, “Yeah, I get it now...”

With each blast of weed smoke that swirled across the world, it became easier and easier to push away the dark thoughts that had been weighing him down.

Justin hadn't known what was going to happen when he saw Aiden pack a suitcase one night and simply walk out of his room like he was going to class. He had stared at the giant's closed door for a long time trying to piece it together before he heard a voice roar through the house, “Last call for the run to the airport! If you're not in the truck in a minute, you ain't getting home for Thanksgiving!”

A part of him was relieved that Aiden hadn't shoved him inside his luggage but another part of him wondered just what the hell was going to happen to him while the giant was away. The cage door was locked high above and the giant hadn't left him any food, cum coated or otherwise. Justin wouldn't put it past Aiden to simply leave him to starve for a few days and claim it was part of his constant 'training' for Fight Nights.

Even thinking about them made the shrunken man shudder.

There had been another the previous week and though he had been spared a fight with crude plastic weapons, his knuckles were still raw from the beating he was forced to deliver. His opponent wasn't any newer than he was but he could tell that the young college kid had never been in a fight before he was shrunk down. It wasn't that Justin had a wealth of experience either but when both fighters had a burning need to survive, the one or two fights he'd been in before Aiden kidnapped him were the edge that he desperately needed.

Not that winning made Justin feel good.

The blood, the bruises, the resignation on his opponent's faces. It all haunted him each time he closed his eyes. Worst of all though was how his giant captor was rewarded for his suffering. Each time he left his opponent bloody on the sands of the pit, Aiden got high fives, a wad of cash, and a night where Emma focused all of her attention on his pleasure.

After the latest fight, Justin had lay in his cage covered in bruises and wincing from the pain while he listened to Emma slurp on the giant's colossal cock, the sound of the blowjob only broken up by her whispered words of praise.

When he awoke the morning after Aiden left, the tiny man had almost expected the girl to walk through the door. It wouldn't surprise him if she took him for the long weekend to toil at her feet alongside her own slave, one she talked about regularly but who Justin had never seen.

Imagining himself at the feet of the gigantic coed stirred strange feelings inside him.

Obviously, Justin knew that Emma wouldn't treat him any better than Aiden did, not really. She delighted in torturing and teasing him as much as her newly dubbed boyfriend did. Yet, the little man also knew that there was no way being her prisoner wouldn't be better. While Justin told himself that he had gotten used to the persistent stench of the enormous frat house, he still often gagged when he was carried through it or set down on the floor at the feet of its giant inhabitants. There was no way that even at her grossest, Emma would be half as bad as Aiden.

She didn't come in to save him though, the day simply stretched on with the tiny man hearing giants stride up and down the hallway. He thought about crying out for help but that only sent a different kind of fear through his tiny body, since then he would be at the mercy of whatever giant frat brother passed by and he knew none of them would be kind. Especially since some of them had lost money because he had beaten up their own shrunken pit fighters.

So instead he remained silent while his stomach growled painfully and the world grew dark.

The huge door creaked open and his eyes were drawn to the looming figure in the doorway, his little heart skipping a beat as he wondered who had finally realized that he was alone. The light flicked on to reveal that the immense shadow was Isaac, one of Aiden's actual friends in the fraternity, and Justin breathed a faint sigh of relief.

Isaac was dressed in black sweatpants and a matching hoodie that seemed to be stretched by his broad shoulders. His wide feet were in dark gray socks and a pair of white Nike slides that smacked against his heel with his every step. Where Aiden's face seemed to be constantly carved into a brutish smirk, the African American fraternity brother always seemed to wear an easy smile that made him seem more boyish.

A low chuckle spread across the room as he closed the door behind him.

The giant shook his head as he walked deeper into the room, his dark eyes settling upon Justin. The closer that Isaac got, the more apparent the monstrous bulge in his sweatpants became and the little man began to tremble in fear again.

“Sorry it's taken me so long to check in on you, little guy,” Isaac spoke in soft cooing tones while his fingertip ran across the bars high overhead, “But don't worry, I'll be taking care of you while Aiden's gone.”

He unlocked the door then flicked it open, the clang of the metal making Justin flinch while he stared up into the giant's immense palm.

Isaac chuckled again, “Man, am I really going to do this...”

His hand came down and the question that Justin wanted to ask died in his throat when he caught sight of the giant's other hand, calmly rubbing the cock outlined by his sweatpants. All he could do was shake his head and stare up desperately into Isaac's friendly face.

“Aiden told me he keeps you on a special diet,” he boomed, his hand trapping Justin before the tiny man could even try to dart away from it. He squirmed in Isaac's iron-like grip, his frightened whimper turning into a gasp from the giant squeezing his little body. “I'd have come first thing in the morning but I got my own little bitch who takes care of that load...”

Justin watched Isaac push his sweatpants and underwear down at the same time and his jaw dropped when he saw the giant cock that sprung out of them. It didn't seem to be much longer than Aiden's but it had a shocking girth to it that sent a shiver down the shrunken man's spine.

No matter what difference there was in dimensions, Justin found that it bore the same musky scent that came from his own captor's. Isaac's grip loosened as he was brought closer to it and the little man coughed from the way the melange of the giant's body odor assaulted his nostrils.

“I just bumped into this little Gamma Phi Beta,” Isaac thundered while sitting down on Aiden's desk chair, “She's kind of weird, especially for a sorority girl, but they say weird pussy is the best kind, right?”

Justin didn't know what to say as his world was enveloped by the shadow of the giant's cock, its veiny underside eclipsing everything else. The smell intensified and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead as he became awash in Isaac's body heat.

He could hear the giant fumbling with his phone in the same instant that his fingers opened up and pressed Justin against his dick. Turning his head to avoid being smothered against the shaft, the little man could feel his cheek almost sticking to the burning hot flesh. Warmth trickled down from above and Justin couldn't stop the retching noise that escaped him as he realized Isaac was already leaking precum.

“Mhm, what is it about redheads, man?” Isaac rumbled, his loose grip gently rocking Justin up and down the shaft, “She's not what I normally go for but she gives me this vibe. I always think it's about to happen but then it just doesn't and I do not fucking get it.”

More precum oozed down the shaft, soaking into his hair and dribbling down onto his shoulders.

“Hey,” the giant's index finger pressed against the back of Justin's head, “Suck down your appetizer, bitch.”

Justin whimpered but the pressure increased and so his mouth opened. He turned his head to face the shaft before he began to lap away at the thin liquid all around him. Salty sticky precum coated his tongue but his gags were lost under the giant moaning the girl's name.

The fingers tightened around him, the pace increased, and then Justin felt his little body being lifted up toward the giant's thick glans. His nose burned from the powerful scent coming out of the almost quivering slit before him but all Justin could do was continue to lick up the clear salty liquid pouring out of it.

The world beyond the giant's cockhead was completely covered by Isaac's phone, where he was probably scrolling through photos of the redhead he was moaning about.

“Here comes your dinner, bitch.”

Justin could feel the whole cock stiffen and the giant's slit widened slightly right before he shut his eyes tight and held his breath. Hot white cum splattered across his face a split second later, forcing its way into his mouth whether he was ready for it or not.

Isaac let out his own satisfied grunt before his thumb pressed down against Justin's head, forcing him to bend low over the glans and take the load face first. The little man had no choice but to gulp down the giant's salty spunk just to be able to catch quick gasps of air, all while Isaac simply leaned back and basked in the glow of his orgasm.

The last few pumps were smeared across Justin's chest from the giant dragging him across his cockhead like he was a towel. Then the shrunken man was dropped back into his cage to watch Isaac rise up and slide his barely deflated manhood back into his sweatpants.

“You'll get a nice load like that every day until Aiden gets back,” the giant boomed while shutting and locking the cage once more. Justin expected the world to shake from the giant walking away but he remained looming over the world, his dark eyes resting on the trembling little man below. “What do you say, bitch?”

Humiliation made Justin's cheeks flush before he called out, “Th-thank you, sir!”

Isaac's friendly smile flashed across his far off face and then the world shook from him walking away, happily whistling after two steps.

The room was once again plunged into darkness as the giant left, leaving Justin to simply lay there as ejaculate cooled against his skin and his too full stomach churned from the salty cum that filled it.

Isaac came back every night like clockwork, always speaking softly at first when he opened the cage and then calling him a bitch when he wrapped the smaller man around his cock and scrolled through different photos on his phone. One night, he even played something off of pornhub at full volume while pressing Justin deep into burning hot flesh. Every time when the giant was done and Justin couldn't force himself to gulp down any more cum, he'd be dropped back in his cage and forced to thank Isaac before he finally left.

On the sixth night, Justin didn't even move when he heard the bedroom door open and shut, he simply shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath to prepare himself for what was about to occur. He could feel the red plastic beneath him start to shake and the rattling bars rang slightly in his ears but instead of the unpleasant musk he expected, he was hit by a wave of vanilla scented air.

“Oh wow,” Emma's disgust was overtaken by laughter, “Aiden's brothers really let you have it, huh, little guy?”

He opened his eyes to see her grinning face filling the sky before she bent down, reaching for something he couldn't see. The long claw-like nails she had sported before leaving had been replaced with her short neatly trimmed natural nails and between her fingers, she held a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Emma flicked open the top of the tube at the same time that she opened his cage and then upended the bottle over the door.

Justin's eyes and nose burned from the vodka-like stench that hit him a second before the actual hand sanitizer did. He squirmed as the cool thin goop spread across his body, bursts of pain flashing every time it slipped across a small cut. Still, the little man knew it was the closest thing he was going to get to a bath and so he forced himself to rub it across his skin.

Days worth of Isaac's dried cum sloughed off of him alongside the rubbing alcohol and within a few seconds, he felt light headed but ultimately clean.

“Isn't that so much better?” Emma cooed at him while dropping the small bottle into a gargantuan black leather purse. She plucked out her phone as it buzzed and the smile that spread across her face told him what she was going to say before she spoke, “And now you're all clean for your Master's return.”

Far off, Justin could hear the front doors open and the roar of at least half a dozen giant fraternity brothers stomping inside. Thunder rolled up the stairs and then the door burst open a moment later.

Aiden's frame filled the doorway, lust momentarily overcoming the exhaustion of travel when he spotted Emma in his room. “What a thing to come home to,” the giant growled while kicking his door shut, the world shaking as his Jordans ate up the distance between the door and the dresser in three easy strides.

Emma squealed from Aiden practically tackling her in a hug and lifting her up into the sky. Justin watched as her taut butt, clad in plain black leggings, hung above him and then crashed down onto the dresser, making his entire cage literally slide backwards. The little man fell onto his back while the amorous behemoths made out far overhead.

The girl's hands roved over Aiden's thick arms, first squeezing and playing against him then slowly trying to push him away. “Ai-” she giggled as he continued to kiss her, “Aiden, hold on.”

The giant pulled back, breathing heavily while he looked down into her eyes, nothing else in the world seeming to matter to him, “Yeah, babe?”

“I'm hungry,” the girl said sweetly, “And I was on a much longer flight today.”

“Ok,” he kissed her one more time before helping her down off of the dresser, “Want to go to that Italian place off campus?”

She giggled and gave him a quick kiss, “We probably should load up on carbs.”

The giant let out a low lusty laugh while giving one of her buttcheeks a squeeze. His dark eyes drifted away from Emma as she bent down to snatch up her purse and locked on to Justin. There was no warning before his hand dove in and snatched the shrunken man up in his fist.

“Miss me, little dude?” He asked, the world nothing more than a blur.

When everything came back into focus, Justin found himself staring down at one of Aiden's immense Jordan 7s. The giant slid his foot free and a wave of hot sweat soaked air hit the small man like a ton of bricks. His whole body trembled as he was lowered down onto a moist insole, sweat blossoming on his skin from the trapped heat.

“Oh Aiden,” Emma giggled as the giant's dirty sock filled the sky.

“It's good for him, babe,” the giant thundered, the shoe shaking and stretching from his foot entering it, “The best endurance training in the world.”

The weight of Aiden's beastly foot was unbearable but Justin already knew that it wouldn't be the worst part. It wasn't the first time that the giant had forced him to be an insole and he knew it wouldn't be the last.

There was a faint scraping noise as the last bit of light disappeared from Justin's world and he felt Aiden's toes settle on either side of his face with the sweaty cotton of his sock stretched over him. All he could smell and taste and feel was Aiden's foot on top of him while the world outside became nothing more than a muffled rumble to his ears.

He knew that the giant pair had started to move because the whole top half of his body exploded in pain and stars flashed across his vision as Aiden took his first step. Then came the brief weightlessness, then the bone shaking feeling of the giant's heel hitting the floor, the big drop of his foot falling the rest of the way, and finally the pain burning across Justin's top half once again. Within three steps, the tiny man had lost complete sense of what was happening as everything turned into a dizzying never ending cycle of breathless pain.

All the little man could do was hope that the next step would be Aiden reaching his destination and offering him a reprieve before the torture started up again.

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.

Grant quickly remembered how the campus shifted after Thanksgiving during his Freshman year. Only half of his classes had had a serious mid-term, so he hadn't been prepared for the way that everyone buckled down in the last few weeks of classes. Finals had loomed over the campus like some kind of immense monster, their shadow enveloping the entire world while he scrambled to finish all his work and cram for every exam.

He had managed a great GPA for that first semester and when it was all over, a part of him had felt like it had all been far easier than the stress made it seem. When Spring came to a close, he had a little more confidence but that strange unsettling feeling had still washed over him as soon as he walked out of his last class. The realization that everything came down to a few final projects and exams made it all seem so intense once again.

With Sadie's Naked Wolfe sneaker sitting above him, Grant knew that there was something dangerous looming over him that year. The soles themselves were smooth black rubber, the tread barely textured at all except for an indent for the company's name and their wolf's head symbol etched in beneath the ball of her foot. They swayed back and forth while high above he listened to her tap a pen against her notebook, having one last minute study session ahead of one of her finals.

She had been carrying him in the back pocket of her jeans and fished him out as she sat down. No commands had thundered across the sky when she dumped him in front of her feet but he still remembered the first time she had worn the pair, telling him to remember just how pristine their white platforms were and to ensure they stayed that way. He had licked at the scuffs he spotted and brushed away the frigid clumps of dirty snow that clung to their sides, the brackish water oozing out of them threatening to make the shoes even dirtier. Walking around the intimidating sneakers, he grimaced when he saw the damp backside of her flared jeans, wondering if he would somehow be blamed for how cold the waterlogged denim would make her heels when they finally got back to her room.

When he was finished touching the shoes up, Grant had taken a moment to settle down and prop his back against the firm platform soles.

The shrunken man wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt the wall behind him shift and he fell down to see the dark sole of her shoe stretching overhead. Grant lay in its shadow for a long time, wondering if she would drop her foot back down without any concern for where he was. He knew that she wouldn't feel him beneath the sneakers and the thought sent a strange shudder through his body.

A part of him was afraid but it was also impossible to deny the fact that his member also stirred.

The idea that the enormous redhead could kill him by accident felt so right.

Grant had always been nothing to her, just a guy who watched her run by in the afternoons while making up impossible scenarios in his head about her. When she finally took notice of him, it had been to turn him into what he had always used her and her friends for in his head: a toy.

If Sadie stepped on her toy and crushed it, Grant knew that she could just snap her fingers and get a new one. She ruled every aspect of his life and she deserved to because he was nothing in comparison to her.

All Grant could ever hope to be was useful enough to earn her praise.

His hand wrapped around his hard cock and he let out a soft moan as he started to gently pump it up and down. He closed his eyes as he thought about Sadie's full lips flapping before him, her coffee scented breath filling his lungs, while the words 'good boy' thundered in his ears.

Rubber scraped against carpet while wood groaned above him and suddenly the shadow covering his world was gone.

Fear made his whole body freeze in an instant as laughter rumbled across the heavens.

“You really are such a little perv, aren't you?” Sadie boomed while her beringed fingers descended, the nails he had painted the night before still a perfect pitch black as they pinched against his hips, “Did I do this to you? Or were you always just jacking off to girl's shoes?”

All Grant could do was tremble as she lifted him into the sky. He wanted to shout that it all happened after he shrank, after she had started using him as a sweat rag and giving him nowhere else to warm up than the inside of her shoes. A part of him though wondered if he really had always been a pervert. After all, he had known what shoes Cassidy, Tiffany, and Sadie all wore when they ran before he shrank.

When they surrounded him that day, he had known who was who.

“I could make you small enough to go for a ride in there,” she said the words without any menace as he limply hung before her face. Her red hair was a little longer, still a pixie cut but far shaggier than it had been at any point during the semester. The fingers of her other hand ran through it as she tilted her head and smiled at him, “I know you'd like it, little guy.”

The fingers around him shifted, cupping him while her thumb ran up and down his chest. All he could do was squirm and yelp while a mischievous smirk played across her face.

“That was going to be your punishment, remember?” Her face grew larger and the air grew moist with her breath as she leaned in. The tip of her nose pressed against his face, making him grunt in shock while her powerful lips pressed against his chest. “But you'd like it too much now. You'd just be a little distraction during my final, humping my toes or whatever.”

Her giggles shook Grant's bones while he lay in her palm, utterly stunned.

“If you even survived the walk to class...”

A faint whimper pushed past his lips while she continued to giggle, the world shaking noise only interrupted by two more wet kisses against his chest.

A low growl filled his entire body before her hot breath rushed all over him, “Say it, perv.”

Grant wanted to protest that he didn't know what he was supposed to say, that he had no idea what was going on or what she wanted from him. Then a small voice echoed up from deep in his chest, it was the same part of him that had known to clean her shoes even without an order. It was the part of him that wanted nothing more than to belong to something bigger than himself.

Or more rightfully, someone bigger than himself.

“I love you, boss.”

The satisfied moan that rumbled through the world made his whole body writhe in a mixture of fear and pleasure. Then came those two beautiful words once again, “Good boy.”

Grant's orgasmic groan was swallowed by her condescending laughter.

Yet, he still felt her beastly tongue swipe across his crotch, cleaning him up in a single swipe.

Her lips smacked then twisted in a frown as he panted in her palm.

“You need more fruit in your diet, dude,” she thundered, her face becoming smaller and distant as she lowered him back to the floor.

Her black backpack rose up to meet Grant and he blinked in surprise as she opened up a small front pouch with her free hand then slid him inside. It was roomy like one of the pockets on her cargo pants and he found himself slouching down with a satisfied smile on his face.

Looking up, he saw her staring down at him with an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“Wait, you eat my scraps so does that mean...” A faint flush rose in her cheeks.

Grant blinked as the flap above him suddenly came down, blocking off his view of the giantess and the world beyond. A second later, his peace was shattered from the backpack flying up into the air and Sadie throwing it onto her back in a single swoop. She set off toward her exam, each one of her steps making Grant's body bounce about inside the backpack's pouch.

Clinging to the rough canvas walls around him, the little man yelped when he felt the cold air of the outside world push in. Shivering from the sudden chill, Grant never thought he would miss being stretched across one of her buttcheeks with his body bending with her every stride. The warmth of her titanic body though was all that he wanted as she carried him across campus.

Even knowing the drop back to the floor was coming when the chill was suddenly replaced by the warmth of the indoors, Grant could do nothing more than hold on and hope when it happened. He felt like his stomach remained high in the air while the rest of his body plummeted, the strange carnival-like thrill making him unleash a nervous laugh before the bag finally hit the floor. Everything shook and he sailed up to smack into the flap before crashing back in a heap against the bottom of the pouch.

Groaning miserably, he felt the world shake as Sadie and her classmates settled into the room, only a few of them talking as they all went through their last minute preparations for the exam. The professor, or TA, only gave them a few words of encouragement before telling them they could begin and with that, Grant could hear the strange noise of pens and pencils scratching against paper.

Time seemed to stretch on and on as he lay there, the continuous writing only interrupted by the occasional cough or someone taking a swig from a water bottle.

The question of what class the exam was for made the shrunken man suddenly realize that he had no clue what Sadie studied at all. Months at her feet and being carried about in her pocket and he had never absorbed a single rumbling word from a gigantic professor. All he really knew was that she hadn't been in his major but that left dozens upon dozens of possibilities.

Sitting there, Grant had trouble wrapping his head around the idea that he had never learned such a basic fact about his captress. It slowly dawned on him that every time she had been doing work for her classes, she had always consigned him to the floor or a table. He could only catch small glimpses of her textbooks or the notes she wrote both by hand or in her laptop.

The faint gasp of indignation that rose up in him was quickly washed away by the realization that he didn't need to know. Sadie was like a god in comparison to him, she could change his size on a whim and probably do far more frightening things to him if she really wanted to. What her major was and what she planned to do with her life weren't things that he needed to concern himself with.

All he could do was serve her well enough that she let him continue living at her feet.

Grant's dick twitched at the thought and rather than simply stroke his lengthening manhood, he decided that he might as well take a peek at the redhead who ruled his life. He had seen her working from the floor many times and the thought of her chewing her lip in concentration or running her fingers through her short shaggy hair made him even harder. Plus, if he happened to recognize the building she was in and that gave him some small insight into what department the class was listed as, so be it.

Pushing up against the flap, the shrunken man was surprised to find it completely unsecured. It was easy to shove aside and pull himself up to the lip of the pouch to stare out across the room.

Sadie's exam was in a tiered lecture hall but not one of the immense auditorium-sized ones that were scattered across campus. It was a smaller room that could hold fifty students, though not particularly comfortably. Most of his courses had been in similar rooms, which meant that she really could have been anywhere on campus.

He tried to fight the frown that filled his face by looking up at her but when he craned his head back, all he could see was the bottom of the wide built in table that stretched from one end of the tier to the other. Even fully turning around in the pocket, Grant discovered that the backpack blocked his view of her imposing sneakers and even most of her legs. He stared up at the blue denim that clung to her knees and thighs before sighing and slumping back down into the pouch.

Grabbing at the flap, Grant found himself pausing when he looked at the person sitting next to Sadie.

The loose Adidas sweatpants and gray socks in birkenstocks could have belonged to anybody on campus. The heavy belly stretching against a Critical Role t-shirt narrowed the possibilities immensely though. The sturdy looking backpack with a matte black water bottle on one side and a bottle of Mountain Dew on the other confirmed it though.

His friend Josh was sitting barely more than a foot away.

He and Josh were far from best friends or anything like that but they had played D&D together last year and there had been talks to start up a new campaign that kept being killed by scheduling conflicts in the first few weeks of the semester. What really mattered was that Josh was the kind of guy that would stand up for a stranger and if he considered you a friend, he would go to insane lengths to help you.

Josh was the best chance at a savior that Grant had seen since Sadie shrunk him.

And yet, the shrunken man remained in the pouch.

Possibilities swirled in Grant's head; of being saved, of returning to his proper size, of walking around campus and getting to be human again. But then he thought about what would happen if he saw Sadie at his normal size after everything that happened.

Grant had been taller than her before she shrank him but as he tried to think about it, he couldn't imagine it. All he could think about was how he would want to do nothing more than to get down on his knees in front of her and then bend down to lick a scuff from her shoe. He wasn't meant to be taller than her, he was meant to be where he was in a pouch on her backpack waiting for her to finish her exam.

It wasn't even the fear of what she might do to Josh or anyone else who helped him.

It was that Grant knew that if he was returned to his normal size and then saw her, he would want to be small again because he wasn't supposed to be big. All the dreams he had about a career in tech and dating and everything else he thought he would be had belonged to someone different than he was now.

He had finally found what he was meant for and it was serving Sadie.

The chair above him creaked and he felt the world shake as the gigantic redhead pushed away from the desk. A pen clicked and he watched her stuff it into the front pocket of her hoodie before rising up to her feet. When she began to bend down, her hand reaching for one of the straps of her backpack, Grant burrowed deeper into the pocket.

He caught a glimpse of the world blurring by and Josh's brown eyes turning to track the movement. The little man wondered if his former friend caught a glimpse of him before the flap fell down and hid him from view.

The world swayed with each of Sadie's steps and she dropped her blue book down on the professor's desk with a solid thwack. Her pace picked up then the world grew cold as she stepped out onto the campus, humming happily to herself.

The backpack shifted, sending Grant tumbling inside the pouch before it opened up and her fingers snuck in. He yelped as he was pulled out into the frigid air, a snow blanketed expanse stretching in every direction, but then Sadie's fingers were wrapping around him. She lifted him up to her face and blew warm coffee scented breath onto his shrunken body.

“You've become so well behaved, dude,” she didn't quite coo down at him but there was a doting tone to her voice that made Grant cuddle into her warm palm, “I just know you're going to be so great when I take you home for break and next semester... I can't wait.”

“Thank you, boss! Neither can I!”

She giggled and then her lips pressed against his shrunken body again.

“Good boy.”

The air around Kendall was thick with the smell of Abigail's feet.

A cold front had swept through campus just in time for the giant girl's calculus final, which meant Kendall had awoken to the sound of the giantess grumbling as she layered up in her closet. The shrunken girl had remained trembling in the fetid but warm nest that she had created out of the blonde's dirty laundry, watching Abigail pull on first tights then a pair of fleece lined jeans and finally stuffing her woolen socked feet into her platform Uggs. A t-shirt, a fleece, and a hoodie were piled onto her chest before she grabbed a long wool coat from the very back of her closet and wrapped it around her body.

Tugging a beanie onto her head, the girl's dark green eyes latched onto Kendall. Her face remained passive but her voice was firm when she boomed, “Be ready when I get back, peasant.”

The little girl spent the next few hours trembling, uncertain exactly what she was supposed to do or prepare for. The moment she heard the door knob start to turn, Kendall had raced out of the safety of her makeshift bed and knelt down in the center of the room. She craned her neck back as Abigail walked in, the small part of her cheeks that sat exposed between her scarf and beanie a bright red.

Steam poured out of a mug in her hand while she groaned miserably, the floor shaking from her footfalls. “Be thankful that you don't have to go outside today, peasant...”

The blonde stood at her desk, slowly removing most of the layers that she had put on that morning and dumping them onto her chair. Despite the gloves that she had worn, her fingertips were still noticeably red and the giantess winced when she pressed them against the hot mug.

Her eyes glanced to the other side of the room, where her roommate's bed sat empty, “Where's Michelle?”

“I don't know, y-your Highness,” Kendall's voice quivered, from fear and the faint chill that hung in the air, “She got dressed in what looked like ski clothes and...”

“Ugh, she would,” Abigail boomed as she plucked her laptop off of her desk and tossed it onto her bed. She settled down on the edge and then tugged her boots off with a sigh, “Probably having a snowball fight with some frat boys or something...”

Kendall watched as the girl peeled the thick wool socks from her feet and draped them over the mouths of her boots. Abigail's wrinkled soles were slightly red though she wasn't sure if that was from the cold or from just walking.

“C'mere, peasant,” Abigail snapped her fingers, “I'm not doing shit for the rest of the day but that doesn't mean you aren't.”

The moment she reached the larger girl's feet, Kendall found herself being hauled into the sky and dumped onto the girl's bed. The blonde let out a sigh and swung her feet up, letting them fall flat directly in front of the shrunken girl and making her whole body sway. Abigail's legs rose up to where her knees loomed over the bed like a vast peak, the far slope of which became the resting place of her giant laptop.

The world trembled from the girl getting into a more comfortable position. “Warm up my toes first, then get rid of any lint, then a nice massage...” The litany of commands was interrupted by a yawn and then a sip from what Kendall realized was a mug of hot cocoa, “Then some lotion after that, it's so dry out...”

Her shoulders slumped down as she finally realized what she was supposed to be preparing for: a day of pampering the blonde after her calculus final.

As humiliating as it was to bend down and start hugging the girl's already warm toes to banish away whatever minor cold clung to them, Kendall found that she didn't really mind. It wasn't that she could no longer feel humiliated by what she was forced to do, it was that it no longer stung in the same way.

Abigail didn't even taunt her anymore, she simply made her pronouncements and that was that.

It was, Kendall realized with a faint smile, the most 'royal' thing about her.

She was like a queen in a fairytale in that way. She announced her intentions or what her end desire was and it was up to the literal little person at her feet to figure out how to make it a reality. After all, Kendall had never warmed up someone's toes before, she simply started pressing her own minimal body heat against the digit in front of her until it wiggled. When that happened, she took it as a sign to move on to the next one and she repeated the process until none of the ten toes in front of her bore a single blush of the cold outside.

The little girl wasn't sure how long had passed before the huge feet shifted, allowing her to massage the soles and then work lotion into them, but Michelle had yet to return and Abigail seemed to have fallen asleep.

Staring down the girl's immense slumbering frame, Kendall found it difficult to see her for the monster she was. With her chest rising and falling, eclipsing her peaceful face where a little bit of drool shined out of her agape mouth, Abigail looked like an exhausted college kid. The kind of girl whose biggest problem in life was being on academic probation because of the immense pressure her overachieving parents put on her.

Then she stirred and let out a beastly noise that shattered the illusion.

Abigail coughed as she sat up, the whole world shaking while she reached for a tissue from the small box that sat on her bedside table. The blonde hacked something into it and made a miserable sounding noise as she flopped back down onto her bed, sending another quake through Kendall's world.

“Peasant,” Abigail's voice was whiny and scratchy as she shook the whole bed again with a shudder, “Where's my phone?”

Peering around the giantess's body, she spied it hidden behind the girl's still open laptop.

“Behind your laptop, your Highness!”

“Can you text, Leslie?” The giantess groaned, “I can't remember how to do the thing...”

Kendall had already started walking toward the girl's phone before she blinked in confusion, realizing that she didn't have a clue what Abigail wanted her to do, “D-do what, yo-your Highness?”

“Get rid of a damn cold,” Abigail growled before she let out another hacking cough, “They taught us right after rush last year...”

The shrunken girl's body started to shake as she approached the phone, all of the dark thoughts that had flooded her when she tried to email Jordan coming right back to the forefront of her mind. She trembled as she knelt down in front of the locked iPhone.

Abigail sniffled, “The passcode's my birthday, 4-1-8-0-4.”

Kendall punched in the number with a hand that was violently shaking, certain that another round of violent intrusive images was about to paralyze her in indecision. She couldn't help but wonder why Abigail was making her do it, if it was some test of the spell or just that she had forgotten in the haze of waking up congested after an unplanned nap.

She brought up the messages app and felt like bile was rising in her throat.

The most recent conversation was an unread message from Michelle telling Abigail to come down to the Delta Psi house for hot toddies. Kendall's vision wavered slightly and her chest tightened painfully while she scrolled down to Leslie, whose contact had the Gamma Phi Beta letters written in an emoji after her name. She tried to take a deep breath but found it impossible as she braced herself against the phone and then tapped the still bright screen.

“Tell her to hurry,” the bed shifted as the giant girl curled up, “I hate feeling like this...”

Kendall felt like her skull was vibrating as she tapped out the message on the digital keyboard. The minute she hit send, the little girl scrambled away from the phone and didn't stop until she banged into Abigail's knee, which formed a denim clad wall over her world.

She sat there, panting for air while the terror oozed out of her body in thick beads of sweat.

The world shook from Abigail coughing again, her raspy voice rumbling, “Did you tell her to hurry?”

The little girl stammered, “O-of course, y-yo-your Hi-highness...” despite the fact that she honestly couldn't remember what she had written.

They remained like that for several minutes, the world shaking from each of Abigail's coughs, half of which were followed by the thunderous noise of her blowing her nose or hacking up phlegm. A knock came at the door a moment before it opened with a creak but it wasn't Leslie's bubbly voice that filled the room, instead it was the bored tones of the giant girl that had tutored Abigail earlier that semester.

“Can you really not remember how to cure a cold?” The giant girl asked as her feet thumped against the floor.

Kendall stood up and backed away as the girl's shadow fell across her world. Much like before, she looked as if she had just woken up from a nap, her dark hair messy and her baggy t-shirt wrinkled. Her dark eyes looked over the scene, lingering on Kendall for a moment before drifting back to Abigail's face.

“You're not Leslie,” the girl moaned between coughs.

“Yeah, she's busy studying so she told me to come,” Summer chuckled, “So sorry but I won't be bringing you soup or cocoa with little marshmallows or whatever...”

“Don't be mean to me,” Abigail pouted, “I'm sick, Summer.”

“Just be happy I didn't tell Sadie to come up here,” the girl rolled her eyes, “Unlike you, she actually remembers the stuff we teach her.”

Abigail huffed, which turned into another faint cough.

“Ok, hold on, you big baby...”

Summer lifted her hand while whispering in an almost musical fashion. She pressed her thumb against Abigail's forehead then tapped her stomach with the pointer and middle fingers of her opposite hand, which made the giant blonde grunt. The air grew pleasantly warm for a moment and Kendall felt her whole body suddenly relax while Abigail's shuddered before she let out a faint moan.

When the blonde spoke, her voice didn't bear a hint of congestion or sore throat, “Thanks, Summer. Both for doing it and not telling Sadie to.”

“She would have done it,” the girl replied with a shrug.

“I know but she would have been so mean about it.”

“Yeah, she's a brat like that,” Summer laughed while reaching into the pocket of her sweatpants, “Also, here put this into your tea or coffee or whatever today and tomorrow. Same goes for Michelle when she gets back and give some to your slave too...”

“What is it?” Abigail lifted a small vial of clear liquid up above her head, the confusion clear on her face as she peered into it.

“Prophylactic. Think of it like a flu vaccine, which I hope you also got this year.”

Abigail's cheeks suddenly turned red.

“Christ alive,” the girl muttered, “Abigail, magic can do a lot but you don't have to use it for everything. Especially when you don't remember how to do most of it.”

“I've had a hard semester,” Abigail's hand came down and scooped Kendall up before thrusting her at Summer, “I shrank my first slave and I've been busy training her.”

The giantess looked at Kendall then down at Abigail, “Whatever.”

There was a long pause before the little girl found herself being lowered down, her feet sinking into her captress's soft stomach. For some reason, Summer didn't leave, she just stood there staring down at them before she let out a belabored sigh.

“How'd your calc final go?”

“Pretty good, I knew almost everything.”

“Cool...” Summer took a deep breath, “Alright, then. I'm gonna go...”

“Wait, I know you're not going to get it for me but is there still hot cocoa?”

Summer laughed as she started to walk away but she did nod, “Yeah, there is...”

Abigail let out a squeal of delight as she got out of bed and grabbed the mug from her bedside table. Kendall remained wrapped up in the blonde's fist as she moved through the house, struggling to process everything that had just happened while the world blurred by.

She found herself dropped onto a countertop in the top of the line kitchen that sat at the back of the first floor of the immense sorority house. A crockpot rose beside her like a warehouse and she watched as Abigail ladled steaming hot chocolate into her mug with a strange grin on her face.

“Grab some marshmallows, peasant,” the blonde whispered, her hand waving across the sky toward an immense bag that sat open beside the crockpot.

It took Kendall a few seconds to collect herself after the rapid descent but she slowly walked up to bag and picked up a 'mini' marshmallow. It looked to be roughly the size of a two pound bag of flour though she was surprised to discover that it was still shockingly light. Feeling Abigail's gaze on her back, she slowly grabbed up more until they were too awkward to carry and then turned back to the giantess behind her.

She watched Abigail's fingers come down, uncertain why the blonde thought her plan would be anything other than a way to make a mess before realization struck her. Her shriek of 'No!' was only met with laughter as Abigail pinched her at the waist and ripped her across the sky.

Steam tickled her kicking feet as she was literally dunked into the creamy liquid below, the fingers releasing her before the hot liquid could touch them. In her panic, Kendall opened her arms and the marshmallows spilled directly into the mug, floating cheerily across its surface while she struggled to keep her head above the hot chocolate. It was hot but thankfully not scalding, much closer to a hot bath than she had been expecting.

Abigail's giggle rumbled across her world as the mug was brought up to the girl's plump lips. Everything pitched forward as the girl took a sip and the liquid rushed past Kendall, who found herself trying to pull away even though she was far too big to be swept into the terrifying maw. She watched the blonde's lips smack against each other, shadows dancing across her sharp teeth beyond.

“Perfect,” she boomed while her tongue slithered across her lips, clearing away a few droplets while leaving them shining.

The world shook and the hot chocolate splashed around Kendall while the girl simply walked back through the house, clearly satisfied. She could only sit there, struggling against the small waves and sputtering every time she failed to brace for one. When the blonde returned to her room, she immediately snatched up the potion that Summer had left behind.

Kendall stared up as the girl simply unstoppered it and gently tilted the vial until a single drop fell down into the mug. Abigail then boomed, “Open wide, peasant.”

Even though she was a few inches tall and floating in a mug of hot cocoa, Kendall found it strange to imagine that the liquid that came out of the vial would actually do anything. Still, she also knew that Abigail would force feed it to her one way or the other, and so she opened her mouth as wide as she could.

A glob of it fell down and smacked into the lower half of her face.

Her nostrils burned and she struggled to swallow the liquid that had managed to fill her mouth. The potion was shockingly oily with a strong minty flavor that left her gasping for air as she splashed about in Abigail's mug.

The blonde smiled down at her, a dreamy look on her face as she lifted the mug up to her lips, “You really were one of my big projects this semester, peasant.”

Coughing amidst the melting marshmallows, Kendall reflexively called out, “Th-thank you, yo-your Highness.”

Abigail made a low grumbling noise of contentment before lifting the mug to her lips and taking another sip. “That's what I love to hear from you. I was so worried those first few days. You weren't the little math tutor I wanted and then you kept being so problematic.”

Kendall couldn't help the frown that flashed across her face.

“I kept trying to hold space for you, you know? I kept telling myself that you needed time to adjust and all that but I kept thinking, 'She knows I can crush her, right? Does she get that?' You got it though, slowly but surely you learned how it all worked. I gave you firm boundaries and then you started to flourish.”

The shrunken girl pressed her lips together to keep from letting out the incredulous noise that threatened to burst out of her throat.

“And now there's real trust here,” she sighed happily, “I can let you use my phone and laptop and you've never tried to contact anyone.”

Kendall's mouth opened but before she could protest that it was the spell that stopped her, a terrible realization blossomed in her mind. Abigail wasn't good with magic. That's why she had needed Summer's help to quickly cure her cold but if that was true then that meant it was highly unlikely that Abigail had cast spells on her laptop and phone. All of the intrusive thoughts that had paralyzed her and convinced her not to get help had been her own.

“I think that means you have a bright future with me,” Abigail proudly thundered, “Just think, right now you're my only peasant but one day, probably after undergrad or maybe after med school depending on where I end up, I could shrink a few more little serfs and you could be, like, the head one. What do they call those? Majordomos or seneschals, something like that...”

Kendall watched the girl's hand wave dismissively through the sky.

“You'll be like Bee is for my mom,” the world slanted from another of the girl's long sips before the mug was once again lowered, leaving her staring up at the musing girl, “In fact, over winter break I want you to kind of shadow Bee a bit. Think of it like a little internship.”

The shrunken girl couldn't help herself as she said, “O-of course, your Highness...”

Abigail continued on, planning out their intertwined lives while sipping her cocoa, completely unconcerned with the way that Kendall was battered against the porcelain walls as the liquid dwindled.

All the little girl could think about though was the fact that she had been the thing stopping herself. Every time she had thought about escape, it had been all of her own fears that had kept her in place. She wondered if she would ever be able to overcome that fear but then she found herself staring up into the giantess's mouth.

A mouth that could swallow her, maybe not whole but the girl's sharp teeth would ensure that that didn't matter. Then there were feet that could cover her entire body, fingers large enough to wrap around her and crush her, and the fact that Abigail or more likely someone she knew had the magical know-how to make her life far worse than she could possibly imagine.

Kendall didn't want to know what nightmarish hell Abigail could turn her life into.

The life she had lived the past semester was horrible but she was still alive and while she might never escape, she still could one day. And in all the days before that one, Kendall would apparently never have to worry about the common cold ever again.

“Michelle's still with the Delta Psis but they're all the way on the other side of campus,” the giantess's words derailed Kendall's train of thought, “I think I'm going to stay here and see if anyone wants to play ping pong or foosball or whatever we have down in the basement...”

Kendall's prison shook as she was lifted up into the air and then she was thrown to the floor as it was immediately set back down.

“It gets cold down there so I'm going to put my boots on first...”

Struggling back to her feet, Kendall felt the tremors of Abigail's platform Uggs a moment before her hand appeared above the cup, gripping it before yanking it into the air.

“Then some more hot chocolate because I think I deserve a little treat after the day I've had,” Abigail's palm shifted above and her face filled the sky, “And you deserve one too for being such a great little peasant, hm?”

“Thank you, your Highness,” Kendall called up.

“You're welcome, peasant,” she giggled while flipping her hair, “I am nothing if not a magnanimous ruler.”

Abigail's dark green eyes drifted down but Kendall found that the words of praise were already rising in her throat, “Of course, your Highness! You're the greatest!”

Her plump lips spread into a genuine smile while Kendall felt her stomach twist in discomfort. In that moment, she decided that if she was going to be Abigail's servant, then she would do it with the same fervor she had gone after everything in her life before the blonde had shrunk her.

It was, she knew, the best way for her to survive.

Justin awoke with a strange discomfort in his stomach.

He tried to tell himself that it was merely the fact that the semester was officially over, which meant that he had been under Aiden's thumb for at least four months. Not that he hadn't noticed much difference between the last day of classes and the last final. Aiden had cracked his books a little more than usual but that had been the case ever since Emma had forced him to break it off with the other girls or well, Kimberly specifically since she had helped the giant study.

The enormous frat brothers still partied more than anything else. The roar of their antics always ringing in the little man's ears, regardless of whether he was trapped in his cage, inside Aiden's sneaker, or cowering on a beer pong table. The shrunken man figured that between their money, their magic, and their connections that none of them really had to worry about their grades for any reason beyond personal pride.

Though Aiden seemed to take more pride in simply skirting by, since from what Justin had gathered the boy would be making easy money working for one of his dad's friends the moment he graduated. All the effort that other people put into school was clearly nothing more than a joke to the behemoth.

His eyes drifted to where Aiden slumbered, his mountainous frame even larger thanks to Emma curled atop her boyfriend's chest. The sight of the pair made his stomach churn even more and Justin was forced to admit it wasn't the months of captivity that were making him feel nauseous.

It was what had happened the night before.

Aiden had mentioned that he was meeting up with the girl that night to celebrate the end of finals, which was why Justin had been on the floor cleaning the scuffs off the latest pair of sneakers the giant copped. The dark gray and blue Asics with their chunky gel soles reminded Justin of the kind of sneakers nerdy kids had worn to high school when he was a kid but the giant boasted about how they were a collab with some up and coming designer. When he presented the pair to the shrunken man, Aiden had held the sole over him and laughed, “Seven hundred bucks on StockX, little dude. What was that? A week's pay for you?”

Justin had swallowed the indignity that rose within him, amazed that anything remotely approaching the emotion could still swell within him at all after months as the giant's plaything.

Once the shoes met Aiden's standard, he was scooped up and tossed back into his cage, the grunt he let out upon hitting the bare plastic not even catching the giant's attention. He watched Aiden leave and let out a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut.

He fell into his usual haze of not quite unconsciousness for who knew how long before the door crashed open and the pair walked in. They both were dressed casually with dark sweatpants hanging off of their legs and draping over their sleek sneakers where snow melted in light trickles. Aiden was already pulling his beanie and hoodie off to reveal the tight t-shirt he had on underneath while Emma yawned and unzipped her shiny puffer jacket.

She had just shrugged out of it when her bright blue eyes were suddenly glued to Aiden's bare back as he pulled the shirt off over his head. The tall brunette let out a low groan of excitement as she looped an arm around his stomach and pulled him into a tight embrace. She was just tall enough to bring her chin up over his shoulder so that she could kiss his neck and jaw before gently nibbling his ear.

“I thought you were tired, babe...” Aiden's voice was a low sleepy rumble through the sky.

“I was but then we walked through the cold all the way back here and you took your shirt off in that sexy way boys do...” Her long nails ran up and down his back, leaving faint red marks while she growled, “So now I'm wide awake.”

She wrapped him up in her arms and nuzzled his neck once again while he simply stood there, his chest rising and falling. Justin could see the sweatpants stretching to accommodate Aiden's growing manhood so he knew that the giant was merely playing at turning down his girlfriend's offer for sex.

Time seemed to stretch and Emma let out an excited whine.

Aiden chuckled as he turned around, easily sweeping the giantess off of her feet and pulling her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his hips and they were immediately making out, the giant not even wavering beneath her weight as the kisses became deeper and sloppier. When they both finally had to stop and simply breathe, Emma's eyes drifted to where he sat in the cage, her wet lips stretched into a devious grin.

“What?” Aiden boomed, his dark eyes following her gaze, “Since when do you care if he watches?”

“I don't, it's just that finals are over,” her legs snaked down Aiden's and she slid out of his embrace. The cage started to shake while her body filled the shrunken man's vision. There was a hunger to the way that she looked at him that sent Justin stumbling backwards even though he knew there was no escape.

The quaking grew more intense as Aiden walked up beside her, one hand wrapping around her waist to travel beneath her thin white tank top while the other played with its thin spaghetti strap. The giant pressed his full lips against the top of her head and his dark eyes settled on Justin, “What? Do you want to give him a little gift or something?”

“I mean, look at the way he's looking at us,” Her head tilted, like she was considering Justin for the first time.

“Yeah, he's fucking scared of us. Who wouldn't be? How many times have we almost crushed him...”

Emma giggled, the sound dark rather than girlish, “No, look at his little dick.”

Aiden's eyes widened and Justin couldn't keep the embarrassment from filling his tiny body. A low laugh rumbled through the world, “Is he turned on?”

“Can you blame him?”

She turned to look up into the giant's brutish face and after a long moment, Aiden finally shook his head, “Nah, I can't...”

“Then let's give the little man what he wants...”

Her hand unlatched the door to his cage then slithered inside of it, her long fingernails now a deep crimson that melded into hunter green at the tip. Justin stared at the sharp edge of her claw-like nails while they wrapped around his shaking body.

He was lifted into the sky to be immediately passed off into Aiden's immense paw. White fabric blurred by before his little body was pressed against smooth blistering hot skin. Justin couldn't stop the moan that exploded from him when his member sank into Emma's shockingly soft stomach. He tried to tell himself that the pair were half his age, maybe even younger, but that did nothing to quell the storm of arousal that filled his little body.

Justin was dragged up until he could feel heavy breasts contouring around his little head, even Emma's small bust big enough to suffocate him. The shirt around him shifted then disappeared before he was slid between the pair. Emma's moans shook him to his core, each rattle accompanied by a wave of pleasure as he started to greedily breathe in her scent.

The world shifted and for a single terrifying moment, Justin hung suspended between Emma's breasts, just their size and weight enough to keep him aloft. Then he was smashed into Austin's broad chest, all the air knocked out of his body in an instant while the pair made out above him. The sound of their kissing rang in his ears while every hungry push against each other left Justin gasping madly for air that tasted of them. Their scent and sweat was so intermingled that the little man couldn't even tell whose was whose and the worst part was that he didn't even care anymore.

The pair's pants hit the floor below with a thump and everything shook as they kicked off their shoes. He was passed off between their gigantic hands, his body squirming while his mouth hungrily reached out to kiss their warm fingers. The little man knew that they were laughing at him and his skin still burned with the humiliation but after months of licking nothing but the bottom of their feet, he wanted to really taste them; the way they did when they kissed each other.

He deserved to know, Justin told himself as he landed on the soft pliable surface of Emma's belly. You could only be teased with someone's scent for so long through their old clothes and the barrier of shoe leather before you were filled with a burning need. For months, the tiny man had pushed away how horny the pair made him but all those barriers melted away in an instant.

The world began to shudder around him and the rhythmic slapping that echoed along with the pair's heavy breathing told Justin that foreplay was over.

Looking up, he found himself beneath the giant's sculpted torso, which flexed from each one of Aiden's powerful thrusts. The giant's eyes were locked with his gargantuan girlfriend's, neither of them caring about Justin giving in to his base instincts on the girl's stomach.

The little man moaned and thrust his own rock hard cock against Emma's body, which rattled with a moan in response. He knew it was from the powerful strokes of his gigantic captor but Justin told himself that it was for him as he fucked her soft flesh harder and harder. His breathing hitched with excitement while his body started to shake and then the orgasm tore through him.

His little roar of triumph was completely covered up by the pair's own noises and everything still shook as he flopped over onto his back, a thick white load oozing out of his own penis. He stared at the sludge coming out of him, the sight of Aiden's immense cock going in and out of Emma's pussy in the distance reminding him of just how small he was. Justin knew that he should feel shame or embarrassment but all he felt was relaxed for the first time in months.

Aiden's orgasmic thunder made the fillings in Justin's teeth rattle and Emma's own excited whines reached a fever pitch that left his whole body tingling.

The giant didn't pull out though, he kept pumping inside her until her whole body seized with ecstasy. Only as she lay panting in the afterglow of her orgasm, each one of her breaths rocking Justin about, did the giant slow down his strokes and then finally pull out.

He landed on his side, his eyes already half-lidded and a sleepy smile on his face.

Emma leaned up and kissed him while her fingers came down to pluck up Justin's limp form.

An acrid and salty smell brought him back to the frightening reality of his shrunken existence as he was deposited onto the sticky wet spot between the giantess's legs.

“Your master whipped you up the perfect dessert, little man,” She giggled and Aiden snorted while Justin was left trembling before her slick womanhood. Her fingers came down and spread apart her labia to reveal the white sludge trickling out of her, “Enjoy your creampie.”

The sheet squelched beneath his hands and knees as he crawled forward, all the joy and relief he had felt replaced with the fear and humiliation that had hung over him like a cloud since Aiden shrunk him. He could feel their eyes on him as he started to lick the cum away, the familiar taste of the giant's spunk mingling with the sharp tang of Emma's juices.

Soft voices rumbled overhead, their attention drifting away from his toils after the first few licks. By the time he was finished, Aiden was deep asleep and the only light in the room came from Emma's phone.

Her long nails came down and plucked him up before she carried him back to his cage. He stared up at her, his stomach roiling from his 'dessert', and he could see her eyes flicker toward him in the blue light cast by the screen.

Emma's impassive expression softened and she bent down toward the floor. “Here you go, little man,” she cooed while feeding her black ankle socks through the door of his cage, “I did promise to spruce up your cage a while ago, didn't I?”

The air suddenly smelled of her feet, strong but not entirely unpleasant. His voice cracked as he stared up at her, “Th-thank you!”

She waved her hand dismissively, “Don't worry. I'll talk to Aiden over break and next semester we'll get you some toys and maybe a little wheel. You won't even recognize this place when I'm through with it...”

The smile on Justin's face faltered as he listened to her talk about him like he was an animal in the zoo. It returned though when he watched her turn around and walk back to the bed, her hips swaying and making her taut buttcheeks almost bounce with her every step.

The more he thought about it, the more Justin tried to tell himself that it was all the cum he had swallowed the night before rather than the emotions that rushed through him that were making him feel bad. He knew that it wasn't entirely true and that at some point he'd have to reconcile everything that was raging inside his shrunken head but he figured he'd have the entirety of Aiden's winter break for that kind of introspection.

Emma stirred on the bed and a moment later she slid off of it, stretching her trim frame up to the ceiling within a few seconds of her feet hitting the ground. A smile appeared on her lips as she surveyed the clothes scattered across the floor and she walked about, getting dressed in the same clothes that she had on the night before. The giantess paused and looked at Justin, who had used one of her socks as a thin mattress and the other as a blanket to survive the chill of the night.

Her hand drifted down and opened up the top drawer of the dresser before pulling out a pair of gray socks from within it. Crossing back to the bed, she settled down on the edge to pull the socks and then her shoes on. She gently patted Aiden's stomach then scratched it, pulling him into the waking world for a moment, “I'm stealing a pair of your socks because I gave mine to your slave so he could have a blanket for once.”

“You're the best, babe,” Aiden chuckled before his voice become a little more serious, and a touch more vulnerable, “You're coming back tonight, right? It's the last Fight Night of the semester.”

“Of course, I want to see your little man beat Bryce's champion,” Emma bent down and kissed him, “I'm going to bring my Little and a few other Tri-Delts, so tell the boys to be on their best behavior.”

She rose up to her full height and Aiden's hand smacked her firm backside, earning him a gasp and a mock slap, “I'll let the boys know, Emma.”

“You're lucky you're cute,” she giggled while moving toward the door, snatching her coat up along the way, “I'll see you tonight.”

“See you,” She blew him a kiss and the giant puckered his lips back at her. Then the door opened and shut and Aiden let out a long satisfied sigh while her footfalls retreated down the hall. He grabbed his phone from its charger and then let out a low rumbling fart, “I'm glad she's going to bring Hannah tonight. Hopefully she can get Isaac's mind off that weird Gamma Phi Beta bitch. I keep telling him that whole sorority is stuck up and won't put out but he keeps shaking his head and saying I don't get it...”

Justin nodded along as the true source of the horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach finally became clear: it was Fight Night.

His memories of every brutal battle on the sands of Alpha Chi Rho's miniature arena seemed more real than any humiliating task that Aiden demanded he performed. Scuffed sneakers and dirt beneath the giant's fingernails all blurred together along with the hours spent kneeling at the frat bro's feet while he played video games or watched sports. Even eating the giant's cum over and over again got lost in the strange surreality of his shrunken existence.

In the fraternity's arena though, he was face to face with his people his own size. People who were out for blood because they were all faced with the fact that it was kill or be killed. Looking down at his own hands, he could see the scars that covered his knuckles from the beatings he had been forced to deliver. Glancing blows from the makeshift weapons they tossed down for the shrunken fighters to use had left their marks as well, each one capable of bringing a sharp memory of the pain he felt in the moment.

All he had to do was make it through one last battle against the previous semester's champion and he would have weeks to relax in whatever fancy mansion that Aiden called home. Justin knew that his life outside the frat house wouldn't be any easier, it would continue to be humiliating and physically draining, but at least he'd have an entire month or more without having to fight.

As always, Aiden didn't bother him during the day of a Fight Night. He still loomed over Justin's world but he let the man sit comfortably on the soft socks that Emma had left him, a faint smirk on his face every time he caught sight of the shrunken man curled up beneath the thin cotton sheath. Justin was honestly grateful to be left alone, his heart already racing from thinking about all the fights he had already been in and the one that was to come that night.

He knew when the party was approaching not from the way the world outside the window grew dark but from the thunder of giants moving through the cavernous fraternity house. Rising up and stretching out his body, Justin watched as Aiden changed out of the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn all day.

It wasn't the first time that he had watched Aiden get dressed in the traditional Frat Bro Uniform of a white shirt, khaki pants, and a navy blazer but it told him that this Fight Night was more special than the others. Leather creaked from Aiden's feet sliding into a pair of dark brown loafers, their soft soles slapping gently across the floor as he crossed to Justin's cage.

The little man tried to stand tall in the shadow of his colossal captor but a shiver went down his spine when he met the young giant's dark gaze. “Better fucking win tonight,” Aiden boomed before he opened the cage door.

A knock came as his fingers wrapped around Justin's body. Despite all the muscle he had packed on since shrinking, the little man knew that he was still no match for the powerful digits, each one feeling like a steel bar against his back.

The door opened and Emma sauntered in wearing a pristine white a-line dress with white tights clinging to her legs and her recently polished white boots on her feet. She had applied enough rouge to make her cheeks practically pink while her eyes bore a thick black wing and hints of sparkly red eyeshadow. Her bright blue eyes looked down at him before turning to look at Aiden while her glossy pink lips spread into a grin, “I just wanted to come see my boys and wish them luck.”

Emma gently cupped Aiden's chin and pulled him in for a kiss that quickly turned deeper, their lusty moans rumbling through the world a second later. When they pulled apart, her hand drifted down to Aiden's and lifted it up.

Justin trembled as he was brought up to her grinning face, the breath wafting out of her mouth already tinged with vodka. The huge lips puckered before plowing into his face, darkening his world and coating him in saliva that made his skin tingle from the booze that lingered in it. A powerful suction threatened to pull him inside her mouth before he suddenly felt dazed from the force of her kiss.

The giantess's giggles rang in his ears before she whispered, “And good luck to you too, little guy.”

He couldn't help the blush that rose into his face while he gagged on the girl's spit. Aiden thankfully said nothing, merely wrapping an arm around his girlfriend before carrying Justin through the house.

The first floor of the house was a sea of giant people who were all dressed the same. Every giant was a wall of white and navy standing atop two khaki pillars while their giantess guests all wore white dresses, which while made of many different cuts and styles were all decidedly shorter than one would expect given the cold. Aiden cut through the crowd with ease, several people even deferentially stepping out of his way when they spotted Justin hanging limply in his hand.

The little man was placed into one of the cages that ringed the arena though he noticed this time there weren't any people in the cages to his immediate right or left. Peering through the bars, he could see a few other fighters in the distance but it seemed as if the last Fight Night of the year had far less competitors than the first one he had taken part in.

Aiden and Emma remained towering over his world, the brunette only slinking off to go get the pair drinks; jungle juice for her and a frothy beer for him. Other giant people moved closer to the arena despite no announcement roaring through the crowd.

Isaac stood a few cages down, his suit jacket and white shirt looking as if they would burst across his muscular torso if he flexed. Justin actually recognized the young woman he was talking to, who barely reached one of his pecs despite the thick platform sneakers on her feet. The redhead had been at every Fight Night that semester, though always dressed in garish punk outfits. That night she too was wearing a skimpy white dress that was tight around her chest with its skirt almost poofing out past her waist. Her shrunken prisoner, instead of dangling off her belt was in a white leather harness on her chest that silver chains hung off of. Unlike the last few times Justin had seen him, the young man didn't look uncomfortable or scared, he simply stared up at his captress with a dreamy look on his face.

Her eyes were locked with Isaac's, whose thick fingers played with the silver floral band that wound its way through her red hair while she blushed and giggled. Past the pair, he saw a girl with long auburn hair whose her bare arms crossed in front of her chest while her white Ugg boot tapped angrily against the floor. Even though Justin had never seen her before, he had a feeling that the giantess was Hannah, Emma's Little. The girl was no doubt annoyed that the guy her friend promised to set her up with was fawning over the same girl he always did.

The announcer, the same frat brother who had been there when Aiden shrunk Justin all those months ago, stood up on a chair to rise above the crowd. He raised his arms and the roar of the crowd suddenly died, “Welcome, folks, to Alpha Chi Rho's last Fight Night of the semester!”

Justin had become used to keeping his hands over his ears when the announcer spoke but even he could feel the cheer that erupted around him practically pierce his eardrums. Taking deep breaths to steady himself, he listened to the giant ramble on and on about the semester's various fights, commending the various brothers rather than their shrunken slaves when he mentioned the winners of each event. Emma's howl of joy when Aiden was mentioned made the little man stagger about while reminding him that the victory sex the pair would have later would no doubt be even more intense than what they had all done the previous night.

The speech came to a close and the first cages rattled open.

The shrunken man shut his eyes though, having learned over the course of the semester that watching the fights was far worse than being in them. From the sound of flesh pounding against flesh and the screams and grunts that echoed out, he knew that it was a harsh fight between two women. Fight Night always started with a women's fight and Justin had seen the bulges that stirred in the giant's crotches when they happened, a sight that always left his stomach churning.

More cheers roared as the fight came to a conclusion and the next one began, this one between two shrunken men from the sound of it. Plastic clattered through the air within a minute as the giants provided weapons to the pair. He could make out voices literally calling for blood while one girl roared 'Finish Him' as the guttural cries of pain from the tiny men were overtaken by laughter from the enormous crowd. The sound of fighting stopped but there was still clapping and cheering, which Justin knew meant only one thing: they were demanding a kill.

The sound of a sharpened plastic knife being driven into a man's stomach cut off the chanting before a deafening roar surged through the room.

Aiden's friend vamped, talking about 'what an upset' the fight had been while the shrunken man's body was cleared from the field and new sand was tossed onto the blood soaked arena. When the giant started to talk about the final fight of the semester, between Bryce's champion and Aiden's challenge, the sound of his own blood pumping in his ears began to overtake the roar of the gigantic crowd.

Opening his eyes and rising to his feet, Justin looked out across the white sand of the arena to the far cage where his opponent sat. The first thing he noticed was just how big the man was, not that he was any taller than Justin since fighters seemed to all be forced to be roughly the same height by whatever magic shrank them but that he seemed to be nothing but a broad wall of muscles. His skin was far more scarred than Justin's was after only a semester and it made the tiny man wonder just how long Bryce's shrunken man had reigned as the champion.

All semester he had heard Aiden fume about his fraternity brother and the tiny man expected the giant to be a meathead similar to his own captor and most of the Alpha Chi Rho brothers. Instead, a gangly young man with one of those permanently sneering faces that was desperately asking for a punch towered over the opposite cage. His clothes seemed a little too big for him, as if he had trouble finding something that could accommodate his long but bony frame. Bryce's ears looked too big for his face and when he smiled, Justin spotted a gap between his front teeth which served to only make him look even more like the MAD Magazine guy.

Justin could only imagine how annoying the towering son of a bitch was to deal with for a normal sized person, especially if he possessed the same superiority complex and entitlement the rest of his fraternity brothers did. There was simply something about him that exuded a weaselly nature and screamed 'I'm a prick, I know I am, and there's nothing you can do about it.'

The shrunken man took solace in the fact that the bastard would probably be alone and miserable for his whole adult life but then he saw a dainty feminine hand loop through the crook of the giant's elbow.

The arm that stretched from Bryce's was pale and narrow leading to a slight set of shoulders with long brown hair draped over them. A lump formed in his throat when he realized that the girl was in a white dress that would have been considered sexy sleepwear just a decade ago, making her look both innocent and slutty all at once. His neck craned back and the jolt of recognition that went through him made the tiny man want to vomit.

Kimberly stood arm in arm with Bryce, a coy smile on her face as she gazed across the arena at Aiden, who remained stone faced under the girl's stare. Looking back, he noticed one of Emma's eyebrows arch in a question before she simply shrugged it off, obviously unconcerned at the strange way the other girl was watching her boyfriend.

“Weapons litter the arena,” the giant announcer thundered, “Perhaps our champion and challenger will use them or maybe they'll settle their score with their own two fists. I remind all of you that betting has officially closed as the final fight begins: Aiden's challenger steps up to Bryce's champion!”

The cages rattled open and Justin took several cautious steps out onto the sand while his opponent did the same. Simply watching the other man unfold his bulk sent a shiver down the shrunken man's spine and then all of his muscles seemed to ripple when he shook out his limbs. The muscular champion started to cross the arena in utter silence, picking up speed with each stride.

Justin squared his shoulders and moved to meet the man in the middle, desperate not to let him strike with his full weight and momentum.

The first swing came directly for his head and Justin just managed to duck beneath it, letting him inside the brute's guard. Slamming his kidneys with a flurry of sharp knuckled punches, he suddenly felt like he was going to win this just by virtue of fighting faster and smarter. Then he noticed that while his knuckles began to hurt as if he was hitting a hard tree or wall, the muscular man hadn't even winced.

The second swing was a swift jab with his opponent's left.

Justin actually felt his feet lift off the ground for a moment before they hit the sand and he immediately staggered backward. Limping away and nursing his already bruised rib, he looked back at his opponent with the horror clearly written on his face.

In the heavens behind the muscular beast, he could see Kimberly and Bryce both smirking down at him. While it seemed the giant frat brother always looked that, Kimberly especially looked like a cat who had eaten a canary.

His eyes snapped back to the champion and he swore he could see a faint aura of blue and green light rising off of him. Justin didn't know enough about the magic the fraternities and sororities practice to know if they could do something to help in a fight but he also felt like if they could, the pair looming on the opposite side of the arena would do it.

The champion stalked toward him, his face set in determination but not bearing any malice or joy at what was coming. Justin had a feeling that just like him, his opponent was only trying to survive the cycle of Fight Nights to reach the day when he would simply be a slave and toy to his giant captor.

Something hard bounced against his heel and the tiny man immediately reached down and clutched the plastic sword that lay at his feet. Armed with the blade and worried that his opponent was magically enhanced somehow, Justin knew that he couldn't wait for the champion to start their next confrontation.

With the crowd roaring in excitement, he rushed forward.

He rolled outside his opponent's swing and brought the plastic knife-turned-sword down in a quick slash. It bit into the other man's flesh but there was much greater resistance than Justin anticipated and worse, no blood seeped out of the wound. It was almost as if it had already started to scab over, nothing but a fresh pink wound on the hulking man's forearm.

Stumbling away from his opponent's quick backswing, he moved behind him and stabbed at the soft spot beneath the man's ribs, where he had accidentally hit his very first opponent.

The plastic blade bent and slid across the skin, like it would have if you tried to use it to cut into an overdone steak. He dragged it back to produce another cut that looked as if it had already healed and moved away as the champion turned around to face him.

“I'm sorry about this, man,” there was a sadness in the champion's voice but it wasn't sympathetic, it was the way people talked about something that was inevitable and immutable in their mind, “I begged him not to, reminded him it's against the rules, but that girl must give great head or something...”

He had known Kimberly had orchestrated it the moment he saw her but Justin still felt as if he had been punched in the gut to learn that he was nothing more than a pawn in her petty revenge scheme against Aiden for how he treated her.

“I'll try to make it quick.”

Justin screamed in response, driving his sword up toward the soft underside of the other man's chin. Whether it was magic or skill, the champion simply jerked his head to the side and then smashed his forehead directly into Justin's nose.

Stars flashed across his vision and blood spurted through his nostrils while the crowd let out a collective 'oof' at the savage hit.

Red hot pain erupted at his wrists and there was a faint pop as he dropped the blade from his hands. The champion shoved him back, making his arms windmill about until he landed in a heap on the sand. Justin tried to scrabble for a weapon and his fingers brushed against the side of one a moment before his opponent's bare foot smashed down onto them.

He screamed while the man's callused heel ground against his fingers, breaking them with a series of snaps and cracks. The champion looked up at the crowd looming over him, his other foot coming to rest on Justin's chest while his arms rose in triumph.

The little man could see the punk redhead scream for his blood, her cheeks red with excitement. Meanwhile, on Isaac's other side, Hannah was pumping her fist while her full lips mouthed the words, “Finish him!”

The champion's lips tugged with a faint frown while he shrugged his broad shoulders, “I tried, dude.”

Desperation filled Justin and he grabbed the ankle on his chest with his still functioning hand. He tried to yank his opponent's foot out from under him but it remained firm, so heavy that it felt like it was made of lead.

The foot lifted off and with a shake, his hand was tossed aside.

And then he watched the man's bulk drop down onto him.

His whole body flopped against the sand, knocking the wind out of him and sending fresh pain surging up from his broken fingers. Knees pressed against his shoulders pinning his arms firmly against the ground while thick callused hands wrapped around his neck.

Justin squirmed desperately as the pressure increased.

“Stop fighting,” the champion growled through gritted teeth, “It's over. Let me do this as painlessly as possible.”

He managed to get his unbroken hand up to push against the rock hard thigh of the other fighter. The world was going gray while he shoved over and over again until he finally got enough leverage to lift his shoulder blade from the earth.

The champion lost his balance but regained it quickly, slamming his knee down into the dirt with a frustrated grunt.

With his arm now free, Justin jabbed his thumb toward the sky, aiming for the bright white of his opponent's eyeball. He felt the slight resistance and then the sudden squelch of him gouging into the champion's eye socket.

The roar of pain made the man buck backwards while Justin tried to rise up higher.

“FUCK YOU!”

One of the champion's hands was still on his neck and it immediately pushed down, slamming the back of Justin's head against the floor. He plowed through the sand around him and his head smashed against the hardwood that lay beneath, leaving him dazed.

His head was slammed down again and again, each hit making his graying eyesight waver.

The champion adjusted his grip so that he could crush Justin's windpipe with one hand while his free hand was pulled back in a fist. The heavily scarred knuckles came down over and over, delivering fresh red hot pain each time while bones and cartilage cracked beneath them.

Justin could feel his teeth coming loose while his lips ballooned and his cheeks started to break apart. Whenever the blood cleared from his eyes and the champion reared back with his fist, the shrunken man could see the angry look on the other man's face. His eye was bright red, blood seeping down his cheek like tears.

Beyond him though were Bryce, who watched the scene with a perverse delight, and Kimberly, who kept looking from where Justin was struggling to breathe under the weight of his injuries to Aiden. His captor was nothing more than a wavering shadow at the edge of his vision, still and silent as the horrible inevitable conclusion of his attempt to beat Bryce's champion played out in front of him.

The pain from the punches and slams didn't even register in Justin's mind anymore.

All he could do was stare at Kimberly's giggling face, which grew dimmer with each passing moment, amazed that his life was coming to an end because of some relationship drama between two kids who weren't even old enough to drink.

Justin tried to find some last scrap of energy to fight back with but his whole body was numb.

When the champion's fist came down the final time, the little man actually welcomed the darkness and the relief that came with it.

The most shocking thing about Sadie's childhood bedroom to Grant was how well it fit the towering punk goddess that he had come to know so well.

When he had pushed his way out of her backpack the night before, the tiny man had been expecting to find a garish clash of girly childish décor and band posters. Instead, Grant found himself staring up at an immense dresser of black wood with a matching end table beside her bed, which had a cushioned black velvet headboard rising above its dark sheets. There were band posters but they competed for space with random sketches tacked directly onto the wall and carefully placed paintings and photographs. A desk dominated one corner of the room with shelves positively crammed with books built into the walls above it.

Along the shelves he spotted more mementos and photos. Trophies and medals for races she had participated in were clustered around a photo of her in a blue and white track outfit, her arms around a tall dark skinned girl with thin locs pulled back from her face, both of them covered in sweat. A jar filled with guitar picks and pieces of wood he assumed were drumsticks sat next to a binder labeled 'Set Lists'. There was even a framed photo of her rush class, where she squatted alongside Cassidy and Tiffany with a big grin on her face, that sat beside a carved set of Greek letters with only a few pink flecks of paint still clinging to the weathered wood.

She had hitched a ride home with one of her sorority sisters, a girl named Michelle who Grant had rarely seen that semester. They passed the time complaining about how difficult it was to break in Doc Martens and trading news about who was dating who in the Greek Community. The other giantess had brought up Isaac's name with an obvious question but Sadie had simply laughed before adding, “Nope, I've kept things locked up tight this semester, like a proper lady.”

“Same,” Michelle let out an annoyed groan before adding, “I'm just so over boys, honestly. I hung out with more queer people this year and maybe next semester I'll finally lock down one of the futches I've been flirting with.”

“God, I'm honestly jealous. Being straight is such a prison sometimes...”

They both had laughed before going back to gossiping, the car ride passing surprisingly quickly. Michelle hesitated when the car came to a stop and from her questions, Grant gathered that the house they had pulled up to was dark and set back from the road. But his prison had shook while Sadie explained that her dad didn't like to waste electricity and went to bed early, so it always looked abandoned at night.

He could hear the concern in Michelle's voice and the girl's car idling while Sadie's feet crunched on snow and gravel below. Eventually the car roared away and doors rattled in their frames from the girl walking into her home, not even announcing herself to the otherwise quiet house.

She had dropped him off in her room with the rest of her bags before walking right back out, only to return a few minutes later with a plate in her hand. “C'mere, little dude,” the redhead cooed while kicking her door closed, “Dad made meatloaf.”

He scurried after her and knelt down at her feet when she sat down at her desk, her jaw grinding away while her lips spread into a smile. Her hand came down and one blurry second later, he found himself next to the wide plate staring at a couch sized pile of mashed potatoes, spears of asparagus as long as him, and a heavy slab of meatloaf that made his mouth water. Her fork speared down into the loaf and pushed a slender piece to the edge of the plate followed by a portion of mashed potatoes the size of his fist. Settling down, he ate her scraps like he always did, the sound of her chewing both mesmerizing and terrifying.

Grant awoke to powerful quakes in the blue predawn light, dazed and confused after a late evening spent rubbing and nuzzling against Sadie's feet while she mindlessly scrolled on her laptop and phone. Peering out through the zipper of her platform Doc Marten, he saw a pair of well worn work boots pounding down against her plush carpet.

Her father wore a thick set of black coveralls and a heavy work jacket over it as he leaned down over her bed. Unlike his daughter, the giant was clearly a tall man who happened to share her stocky build, making him loom like a skyscraper over Grant's world.

“Morning, sweetie,” he cooed softly while she rustled under her blankets, “You don't have to get up, I just wanted to say welcome home.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” her voice rumbled from somewhere on the immense bed, far wider and taller than the one she had at school. Her father started to lean back when Grant watched her pale fingers reach out, utterly dwarfed by his palm, “Thanks for saving me a plate last night, it was really good.”

“Of course, pumpkin,” the huge hand engulfed hers, giving it a loving squeeze, “I'm glad you're back.”

“Me too,” a yawn echoed out before she added, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” the world began to shake as he turned away only to be stopped by Sadie's grip once again, “What is it, pumpkin?”

“Watch out for my slave, Daddy. I shrank one this semester, just like Mom did...”

Despite the shadows playing across the room, Grant could see the man's grizzled face frown as his piercing blue eyes scanned the floor, “Yours also a little guy?”

“Uh huh, don't hurt him though, he's nice...”

“As long as he isn't a little perv.”

Grant's heart skipped a beat, the giant's intonation was almost exactly like Sadie's but something about hearing the word thunder from a giant man's chest left him trembling.

“Daddy, do you think I'd have kept him so long if he was?”

“No, I know you wouldn't,” he chuckled, “I'd guess he's well, uh, whatever the PC term for it is these days...”

Sadie simply giggled beneath her comforter, “Just don't squash him, Daddy.”

“I'll be careful...” the giant's laughter was warm as he lifted one boot up and then the other, his frown now an amused grin as he inspected his tread, “And I thankfully didn't squish him already...”

“Have a good day at work,” she yawned, “Love you.”

“Love you too, pumpkin,” her father whispered back, still not looking at where his booted feet landed as he strode back across her room, shutting the door behind him.

Grant stood there shaking, his eyes locked on the carpet fibers that remained trampled in the wake of the giant man. Sadie's lips sleepily smacked together and her bedframe groaned before her voice boomed out, “Watch his steps, little dude, he doesn't take the care that we do on campus...”

The little man's knees gave out as he dropped onto the damp insole beneath him, wondering if Sadie really thought she or any of her gigantic sorority sisters watched where they walked in their huge mansion. He found himself unable to go back to sleep while Sadie easily fell into a deep slumber, suddenly wondering how he would survive winter break with her behemoth of a father stomping about and clearly less than thrilled at Grant's existence. To keep his mind off of it, he slipped out of the zipper and crawled around the boot, spit shining it to perfection while the sun grew stronger through the thick curtains that hung in front of Sadie's window.

He watched her rise from bed hours later, her bleary eyes not even glancing down while her pale feet smashed against the carpet. The little man remained huddled between her now pristine boots, listening to the distant sound of her moving through the house; first in the bathroom and then down a flight of stairs. She returned a few minutes later, several bites into a banana while scrolling through her phone.

Sadie stopped a few feet from him, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet while her black painted toenails wiggled. Her thumb flew across the screen after a moment while she pulled off a small hunk of banana then crouched toward the floor.

Even though she had said nothing, Grant jogged forward and came to a stop just in front of the chunk. Rising up onto the tips of his toes, he pulled at the heavy fruit, shoveling fistfuls of it into his mouth before he began to lick her fingers clean.

He could feel her gaze on him as he worked diligently, desperate to leave not a single smudge of banana on her hand. Her giggle made him blush but he kept licking, knowing that just because she found his diligence amusing didn't mean she expected any less of him.

When her hand finally lifted away and he stumbled down onto his knees at her feet, Grant lifted his chin to stare up at her. The glistening fingertips brushed against thick flannel pajama bottoms before returning to her phone hanging overhead.

“I've got an old track teammate who's on a long run right now. So I'm going to join her for the last third since she'll pass by here. You can just...” Her blue eyes glanced across the room, which was largely clean except for the clothes that had already spilled out of her bags, “I don't know, do whatever it is you do when I'm gone.”

“Of course, boss!”

Her lips cracked into a smile as she tossed the peel into a small trashcan beside her desk then quickly shed the baggy clothes she had worn to bed. Grant couldn't pull his eyes away from her milky tattooed flesh when she bent down to dig her running clothes out of a suitcase, the black tights clinging to her shapely legs and the jacket she layered over her tanktop tight enough to show off her body. She didn't bother putting on her Hokas before leaving the room, simply snatching them up between her gloved fingers before letting out a happy sigh.

“Be good.”

The command sent a faint shiver down Grant's spine while the world shook beneath her pounding feet.

An urge to obey filled his tiny body when he heard a door open and shut far below. Rising to his feet, Grant paced about the room to hunt down every errant dust bunny or forgotten scrap of trash that lay hidden in the depths of her childhood bedroom. He was just tall enough to be able to pitch them over the top of the wastebasket, where they fell down atop the already browning banana peel. Walking around the room, he momentarily wished that he was large enough to unpack her things so that everything would be put away by the time she got back.

The thought sent another shudder through his body as he imagined himself bigger than he was but still nothing but a pint-sized servant to her. Imagining her hand engulfing his head rather than his whole body made Grant's knees go weak and his member twitch. She could guide his whole head right to her womanhood, forcing his tongue to work her folds and clit while she simply sat there with her legs spread wide. Somehow though he knew that he would still end up shoved aside by one of her monumental toys, the vibrator making his teeth rattle when it brushed against him on its way inside her. He'd kneel before her while she pleasured herself, working his own cock desperately while she moaned some giant's name.

Grant smacked his tiny fist against the plush carpet, struggling to contain himself as the strange scenario filled his little body with ecstasy. A moan escaped his lips and his hand went down to work his stiff member when he heard the door crash open and shut.

Fearing that her father had returned, the little man desperately tried to think of something unsexy. The old adage to 'think about baseball' filled his head but that only reminded him of Cassidy trying to entice Tiffany and Sadie to join the Sorority softball team that spring. Both girls had declined but Grant's mind was suddenly aflame imagining the trio in cleats with tall socks accentuating their powerful calves.

Another whine escaped his lips as the image of Sadie in nothing but a baseball jersey and cap filled his head.

Feet pounded up the stairs alongside thunderous breaths.

The door to the room flew open and Grant practically threw himself down at the sneaker-clad feet that pounded into the room. He kissed Sadie's black and white Hokas while she laughed in response, clearly too amused by the way he clambered atop her left foot and tugged at her laces to do anything else.

The moment the laces were undone, her foot shifted and Grant scrambled to her right sneaker to repeat the process. The intoxicating smell of dead flowers filled his nostrils as he took in deep breathes, unable to stop himself from shoving his head into the slick cotton that gripped her toes. They flexed in response, tickling his cheeks while he let out a deep guttural moan.

Shadows danced across Grant's world as her finger hooked into the sock and peeled it away from her reddened sole. He kissed the slick flesh, crawling from her toes down the arch and finally to her heels before going up her left foot in reverse.

“I love you, boss!” Grant's words turned into a pitiful whine when his member brushed against one of her toes and it took everything within him to not burst in response.

Her cold fingers pinched his hips and lifted him into the air while he twitched and moaned between them. He found himself before her faintly chapped lips, warm wet breath washing over him, “I know you do, you little perv.”

Grant yelped, his body flinching back like it had been hit despite her doting tone.

“You're going to need to tone it down a little when I'm home though, ok?”

He nodded fervently, “Yes, boss.”

“Good cause I don't want Daddy to stomp you.”

His whimper only made her giggle.

“Don't worry, that won't happen and do you know why?”

Grant trembled as he was brought right up to her lips, so close he could reach out and caress them if he hadn't been so overwhelmed with arousal at that moment.

“Because you're a very very good boy.”

Grant cried out in excitement, his whole body shuddering as the words overwhelmed him.

“Hold it just a little longer.”

He shut his eyes tight and bit his lip while his cock throbbed for release.

“Three...”

Grant felt his body being lowered away from her face, the warm breathe replaced by air that was still heavy and humid but from her sweat instead.

“Two...”

Her dead flowers scent filled his nostrils as he felt the stubby hair of her recently shaved armpit brush against his body. He pressed himself into the slick flesh and dragged his tongue across it, drinking in her salty sweat while she giggled.

“One.”

Grant couldn't stop himself as he began to pump his member against her body, joy filling him while his load exploded against her armpit.

“Such a good boy.”

Sadie's words rang in his ears while he lay there panting, not even trying to squirm away when her arm came down and held him in place. Grant wedged himself even deeper into the pit, his hips still thrusting and his tongue lapping away while his gigantic owner gathered up what she'd need to shower and sauntered off.

Her every step rattled his bones but he didn't care.

Grant was elated because for guys like him, this was the best they could hope for in college.

*

Kendall's eyes drooped slightly as she knelt down on the floor while Abigail sat on the deep sill of the bay window in her room. Her left foot, encased in shiny black pantyhose, hung over the edge above her with its toes occasionally flexing or twitching.

The giant girl had only been home for a little over a week and Kendall was already exhausted. She had assumed that Abigail would have even less for her to do now that she was home for the holidays but it turned out to be the opposite. It seemed like every other night she was meeting up with friends from high school either for a house party or to go prowl around Seattle and enter bars with fake IDs and presumably a little magical assistance. That meant that not only was Kendall constantly cleaning all kinds of footwear so Abigail would have options but she also had to be ready to attend to the girl's needs when she came home buzzed and complaining about how her feet were sore from dancing in heels.

Then there was the fact that Abigail had apparently been serious about her shadowing Bee.

Her days started long before the giant blonde roused from her bed, when she would find herself kneeling down in the kitchen as the girl's parents ate breakfast while issuing commands to their shrunken slaves. Bee was effectively in charge of the house whenever the giants were gone while Jeeves, the shrunken servant of Abigail's father, mostly attended to the enormous man's needs. When she had visited during Thanksgiving, Kendall had assumed that those two were the only shrunken people in the house but she quickly learned that was not the case.

There were six other shrunken slaves, all of them reporting directly to Bee.

When she had asked the obvious question of where they had come from, the middle-aged man had simply smiled before looking down at the array of tiny servants. Each one had knelt down before her and announced how they had been shrunk and how they were lucky to be taken by the enormous family. All of them had been 'low-lifes', a phrase they all used so mechanically that she wondered if they were magically compelled to say it, living on the streets of greater Seattle. Two had even begun to explain their issues with drug addiction before Bee cleared his throat and dismissively waved them on.

Kendall had felt lightheaded when she listened to Bee issue them their orders; where to clean in the house, food that needed to be prepared for dinner, and menial digital tasks like cleaning out unread emails or basic data entry.

After they ran off to their tasks, Bee explained to her that most of their subordinates were so heavily enchanted that they couldn't even conceive of disobeying. He had said it in a charming manner but that wasn't enough to prevent her stomach from churning with discomfort at the idea. She then had to follow him around as he supervised the group and attended to the more personal tasks that he performed for his Mistress, as he almost always referred to Abigail's mother.

Eventually, Abigail would rouse from her deep slumber and Kendall would be summoned to her room to start her actual day at the girl's feet.

The blonde's sigh echoing through the heavens derailed Kendall's tired train of thought and pulled her gaze back up to the foot flexing over her head.

“I can't believe I'm going to be late to my friend's DJ set tonight for this stupid holiday party,” Abigail boomed, wood creaking as she leaned down to look at Kendall. Her face was perfectly contoured and her plump lips were so shiny that the little girl could almost see her reflection in them, “Every year we go to this city councilor's party and every year I get cornered by his stupid daughter Jenny.”

The foot dropped suddenly as Abigail let out a frustrated growl.

Kendall scurried back while the floor shook and the giantess's other foot came down.

Abigail wore a chic dark blue jumpsuit with a deep plunging neckline that the girl had layered silver necklaces and chains across, which only drew even more attention to her ample cleavage. A white faux fur coat that was almost feathery was layered on top, just thick enough to ward off the cool evening air but thin enough that she could wear it all night without issue. Black suede boots with a sharp point and a blocky heel sat a few feet away, brushed and buffed to perfection thanks to Kendall's tiny hands.

“She's in a sorority too, different school,” the girl's silver acrylics flashed across the sky as she waved her hand in annoyance, “Still a tri-delt though.”

“She sounds terrible, your Highness,” Kendall replied, having quickly noticed that that particular sorority was held in especially low esteem by Abigail.

“Last summer, I did a bunch of like, volunteering stuff with her,” Abigail's dark green eyes rolled, “And every time all she wanted to talk about was how great it was to have a shrunken slave. She kept trying to get me to shrink, like, one of the people we were working with? She said that if they were spending their days painting over graffiti and picking litter that they'd make a great slave for me. She's so weird.”

Kendall bit her tongue while the giantess huffed, suddenly wishing that Abigail had taken the advice of the councilman's daughter. If she had snatched some volunteer over the summer then Kendall would still be living the life she had worked so hard for.

The little girl swallowed her anger, knowing that there was no point to it. If the past week had reinforced anything, it was that there was no escape. Even if her giant captress wasn't around or her parents were at work, the other servants were always sneaking about watching her every move, and that was assuming the house didn't have any mystical wards keeping her from escaping.

“Abigail,” her mother's stern voice filled the house, “The car is here.”

The blonde gave one last annoyed sigh before snatching up the ankle boots that Kendall had painstakingly cleaned that afternoon. The girl shoved them on and zipped them with a grunt, her footfalls becoming all the more powerful in an instant. She didn't offer any parting orders as she stomped off, each one of her steps shaking Kendall's bones.

The door closed most of the way but the giantess left a gap large enough for Kendall to slip through, just in case she was needed elsewhere in the house while the gigantic family was gone.

The little girl knew that she wouldn't be though, the other servants didn't need much looking after while Bee and Jeeves seemed to actually enjoy their work. Kendall wondered if one day she would manage to find some joy and pride in it, she had told herself at the end of the semester that she would but she was finding it difficult.

Slumping down onto the dog bed that sat at the foot of Abigail's bed, she pulled the hand towel the giantess had given her for a blanket tight around her body and closed her eyes. Laying there, trying to will her tired body to sleep, Kendall reminded herself that things could be far worse. Not only had she survived being declared a 'dud' by the enormous blonde earlier that semester but Abigail had managed to get off academic probation and she attributed that success to Kendall's 'help.'

That meant that she was safe for some time and being safe was good, considering that the six 'low-life' slaves were a constant reminder to her that the giants who had captured her had far more magical might than they regularly displayed. Being one of their personal servants was clearly some sort of honor, since despite what she had feared, Kendall still had her mind in tact.

Or at least, she had to assume that she did.

The dreadful thought weighed on her, ensuring that her nap was filled with the same nightmares that had plagued her when she wanted to send an email while reviewing one of Abigail's papers. She tossed and turned, rising from sleep once when the girl's parents returned home, their voices filling the mansion as they laughed about some incident that had occurred at the party. By the time she heard the door to their bedroom shut though, Kendall was already falling back into her troubled sleep.

Abigail's voice made her snap awake in an instant and she immediately scrambled to her feet.

The blonde's giggle was accompanied by another feminine voice and as she rubbed sleep from her eyes, Kendall found herself staring at not only the familiar suede boots but a pair of thin soled strappy heels with white stockinged feet inside them. Her eyes went up the lean legs to see they disappeared into a tight pink dress that only covered from the giant girl's upper thighs to her bust. A long feathery scarf was draped over the giantess's bare shoulders and her straight chestnut brown tresses were pulled back in a tight ponytail.

Both girls sucked on lollipops while they looked down at her, Abigail's dark green eyes glassy from alcohol while the other girl's were obscured by a pair of heart shaped sunglasses. The brunette pulled the sucker from her glossy lips with a 'pop' and pointed the purple hunk of candy down at Kendall, “So this is her?”

“Uh huh,” Abigail nodded, a bright green lollipop coming out of her lips, “That's my peasant.”

“I love that term for them,” the brunette thundered, sliding the candy back into her mouth before bending down, “I feel like 'slave' is kind of problematic.”

Long slender fingers wrapped around Kendall's midsection and she immediately squirmed as she was lifted up into the sky.

“Right? That's why I like peasant or serf,” Abigail replied while walking back over to her window and dropping down onto the sill, “It tells them their place without ruining the vibe with all that toxic history...”

Squirming in the girl's grasp, Kendall went still when she saw the gold pendant hanging off of the giantess's neck. At first glance it looked like the tri-force from the Zelda games, then Kendall saw that there was a glass triangle inside the center with a minuscule person trapped inside. The tiny girl looked utterly defeated, not even flinching as what Kendall realized was a Delta Delta Delta necklace swayed with the girl's every step.

“It's perfect,” the city councilman's daughter boomed, settling down beside Abigail while dropping Kendall unceremoniously at the pair's feet. The sparkly heel slammed down in front of her and just like with Abigail, the unspoken order was immediately apparent to her. As she undid the straps and slid the heel off of the girl's foot, the brunette continued, “Plus, I mean, aren't we basically royalty?”

“Our dads pretty much run the city,” Abigail replied with a laugh.

“And one day we will too.”

They both laughed while Kendall quickly removed the girl's other heel and then moved swiftly on to Abigail's booties. She could feel the pair's eyes on her as she worked, their giggles only broken up by the sound of them sucking on their lollipops.

“Thanks again for inviting me out tonight, I get so sick of being at Daddy's parties.”

“Yeah,” Abigail sighed, “It was a lot of fun actually. And thank you for showing me that necklace.”

“Are you going to get one for your little peasant?”

Kendall looked up to see that Abigail was looking off across the Puget Sound, lost in thought, while Jenny's brown eyes were locked on her, her sunglasses pushed up on top of her head. Her thumb rubbed the glass prison inside her necklace the whole time and the shrunken girl could only imagine how terrifying it was to be inside it at that moment.

“No, probably not.”

The little girl couldn't stop the sigh of relief that flooded out of her.

“I honestly can't be bothered to change her size all the time,” Abigail announced with a loud crunch as she bit down on her lollipop, “I'd be too worried I'd completely forget about her in there to be honest...”

“Fair,” Jenny replied, her eyes drifting away from Kendall, as if she was suddenly disinterested in the girl now that she knew Abigail wasn't going to shrink her further, “You do plan on coming back to Seattle, right? After college?”

“Depends on med school and placement and all that,” Abigail yawned, her hand coming down with the now empty stick that Kendall snatched from her fingers without a second thought, “But hopefully, if everything works out.”

“You could always put your thumb on the scale as it were,” Jenny passed her own empty stick down to Kendall without a glance, “That's what I'll probably do for law school.”

“My mom says that we're only going to do that as a last resort,” Abigail groaned, “She said she'd rather see me go to med school in the Caribbean on my own than use magic to get me into an American school.”

The councilman's daughter laughed, “That's so silly.”

“Yeah, she doesn't have a problem with Daddy making some donations though, so there's that.”

“Smart.”

Kendall carried the saliva soaked lollipop sticks to the other side of the room where a small wastebasket sat in the shadow of Abigail's desk. The conversation continued on, both girls talking about their plans for the future as if nothing could ever get in the way of them. As she came back and knelt down at their feet once more, she realized that nothing ever would.

On one side was a girl whose father was considering a run for the Mayor's office and on the other was the daughter of an accomplished doctor and a powerful real estate developer. Even if they couldn't rewrite the rules of reality on a whim with their magical powers, both of them were already so far ahead of so many people that there was very little that could ever force their lives to change. They forced the world to change for them.

Kendall had been a promising law student at the start of the semester and now her fate laid completely in the acrylic nails of the blonde girl who loomed over her.

She was a living example of just how much power girls like Abigail wielded.

*

Landon Albert hated having to work on the breaks between semesters but it was the only chance in hell he had of paying off his student loans. Even with a partial scholarship, being an RA, and working on campus, Landon would still owe tens of thousands of dollars when he graduated. He wished it wasn't the case but that was life: nothing ever got handed to you.

Or well, nothing ever got handed to him.

He couldn't say the same thing for some kids that he went to high school with.

Most of his friends were in the same boat he was. A few had gotten full scholarships but most of them were scrambling to lower the costs as much as possible to avoid a lifetime of debt. There were plenty of other kids though who had skated through high school and were now skating through college because their parents paid for everything and pulled every possible string to ensure their children never had to face a single consequence.

It made his whole body shake with impotent rage.

That was why he was now skulking at the back of the store, stocking shelves and fixing displays, rather than working a register. Of all the people he didn't want to see, of course it had to be Aiden fucking Dearborn.

Four years he had spent with a locker smack dab next to Aiden's and for four years the guy had refused to learn who the hell Landon was. He was always left clearing his throat or saying 'excuse me' while Aiden made out with a different girl on top of his locker. The bastard would then always go, 'oh sorry bro' while he and the girl laughed before rolling toward the other side and pinning her up against the next locker over, which Landon had the decency to learn belonged to Marcy Schoenberg.

She was always quick enough to avoid having to deal with Aiden's bullshit, though he noticed that when she did have to wait, she didn't say a word. Instead, she would simply ogle Aiden and his latest girlfriend with utter abandon, her legs rubbing together while her eyes glazed over. Needless to say, he wasn't surprised when he heard through the grapevine that Marcy wrote a lot of smutty fanfiction on AO3.

A part of Landon knew that he should just let it go, that it was unhealthy to carry around shit from high school since if he couldn't let it go now, it might follow him around for the rest of his life. But he saw the way society bent over backwards for the Aidens of the world at his own school and it drove him nuts.

Even with an anemic athletics program and a Greek Life that barely comprised a quarter of the student body, it was obvious to Landon that the school administration seemed positively blind to everything student-athletes and frat boys did on campus.

It had just been a long day and he didn't want his shift to end with having to ring up whatever bullshit it was that Aiden Dearborn was there to buy especially with his latest piece of arm candy giggling beside him the whole time.

Angrily lining up dancing Santas on a shelf, Landon only knew a customer was approaching because their shadow fell on him. Before he could turn around though, he felt a sharp flick to the back of his ear.

The scream that erupted from him was loud not because of the pain but from how angry he already was.

“What the fuck?!” He howled while he jumped to his feet and spun about.

The world seemed to keep spinning around him though, his head growing light and the floor expanding around him with each passing second. He stammered and stumbled about as everything kept growing and growing until Landon found himself panting with his feet spread shoulder width apart completely within the one foot square linoleum that was arranged across the store's floor.

Deep shadows covered his world and laughter thundered across the heavens as he struggled to collect himself.

“I think you picked a good one, babe.”

The voice was unmistakable, even though it sounded deeper and more powerful, Landon knew it from the countless fake apologies he had heard it deliver over the years. It was Aiden Dearborn's.

“There's just something about him that made me think, 'Oh he's a scrapper.'”

The girl's voice was high pitched but it had a strange almost reverb quality to it that filled Landon's chest with fear.

Looking up from the floor, he found himself confronted by the two biggest pairs of feet he had ever seen. On one side was an intimidating set of all black boots that rose up like monoliths. The snow that clung to them made every inch of their waterproof surface shine and while their thick rubber tread was slightly worn from use, they were otherwise pristine. On the other side were what looked like a brand new pair of Sorel boots, the tall pair with their fur trim around the top and dark duck billed toes a mainstay among locals and tourists alike.

His eyes continued to rise up the gigantic couple's bodies, both of them dressed in sleek snow pants with the short haired girl wearing a shiny puffer jacket while Aiden sported a thick coat. He was already familiar with Aiden's blunt and brutish features but they became all the more intimidating given the now massive gulf between their heights. The girl next to him looked like a she could be a model with her high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, even her thin lips only helped to accentuate her elfin beauty. What made him squirm uncomfortably though was the strange hunger that filled their eyes

“Ai-aiden,” Landon's voice squeaked as he said the now gargantuan frat boy's name.

Both of their brows furrowed in confusion before the girl giggled, “He already knows you, baby.”

“Weird,” the giant boomed as he bent down, his immense hand filling the sky.

“Weird?!” Landon roared, “My locker was next to yours for four years! Do you not even remem-”

The fingers that wrapped around him squeezed the air from his lungs immediately. He could hear his bones and joints creak as Aiden's fist collapsed around him and then he was being hauled up into the air.

He gagged inside the giant's grasp while dark eyes scrutinized him from on high.

Aiden's lips spread into a superior smirk after a moment, “Oh yeah, I think I went to high school with this guy. He was pretty smart, wonder how he ended up working here...”

“Poor little guy,” a sharp claw-like nail rushed in but he could do little more than flinch away from it. The nail scratched against his head like he was a precocious kitten as opposed to a suffocating young man, “Don't worry, you'll get to go to college. Just not the way you planned.”

They both laughed and then Landon felt his body moving through the air once again, the blurry world graying along the edges. One of the flaps on Aiden's jacket pocket lifted and the fingers finally released him, dropping him down into the empty space without another word. He tried to scramble up as the flap closed but he found that he only had the strength to grasp for air.

“So what are we here for again?” Aiden's voice rumbled through the world as everything began to sway and shake from his powerful strides.

“I need tampons and then there's that whole list your mom gave us.”

Landon struggled to comprehend how either of them could go so quickly from kidnapping him to talking about shopping lists. It took him a few strides to get used to the rhythm but he eventually pulled himself to his feet and began to cry out, begging for anyone to save him from Aiden's jacket pocket.

He wasn't sure if it was the result of his size or something else that Aiden or his girlfriend had done but no one noticed his pleas and no matter how hard he pushed and jumped, Landon couldn't open the flap above his head.

All he could do was slump back down and wonder why the giant girl thought that him being a scrapper was a selling point for kidnapping him.