Ashleigh moving in more than doubled the amount of work that Tiffany and her fellow shrunken slaves had to do. Before the taller woman's arrival, Tiffany would have never thought to describe Amanda as low maintenance but it quickly became stunningly obvious that she was.

To her shrunken slaves, she was an all powerful goddess but to the world beyond her apartment she was an introverted nerd. She went to work in jeans and t-shirts while wearing sneakers or maybe a pair of boots. She wore minimal make-up and though she regularly had them paint intricate designs on her nails, Amanda was just as likely to let those designs completely chip away as she was to demand a new coat at the first sign of deterioration.

Her girlfriend didn't stand for such things though.

The towering tanned blonde would wear heels to work but also carried a pair of flats in her purse and sneakers in a gym bag. All three pairs of shoes needed to be kept pristine and Ashleigh liked to have options available before she left for work in the morning. That meant Tiffany often found herself cowering beneath her former friend's garment rack amid her many pairs of shoes to ensure that more than one or two pairs of heels were 'presentable.'

Nails and make up also had to be perfect.

Ashleigh had decided that Rebecca and Tiffany, being shrunken women, were better suited to tasks like plucking her eyebrows or applying mascara than George could ever hope to be. The giantess would lean back on the couch with one of the shrunken women balanced precariously on her forehead to gently work near her eyes. Amanda, rather than dong anything to stop it, simply loomed over them with a grin and the occasional giggle.

More embarrassing was the fact that Ashleigh made the tiny pair watch youtube videos that 'taught' shrinkees how to do such things for their giant owners. Tiffany and Rebecca trembled beside each other, watching as an enormous brunette who was probably barely out of high school had her own shrinkee demonstrate various styles and techniques. Several videos ended with the little woman, who was at least a decade older than her young 'Mistress', sitting in the girl's palm saying, “Don't forget to like and subscribe.”

Of course, the most frightening part was that Ashleigh had a voracious enough sexual appetite to actually keep up with Amanda. The end of Tiffany's days were often similar to how they started; being dragged across their enormous bodies by slick and sticky fingers.

The only good thing in Tiffany's world was that Rebecca slowly calmed down over the first few weeks that Ashleigh lived with Amanda. She clearly remained Goddess's Favorite, with Amanda ensuring that she wasn't being used too often by her enormous girlfriend. On nights that Ashleigh had to work late, Rebecca would end up in Amanda's panties rather than on the floor or in the cage like the other shrinkees. Plus, Amanda still occasionally brought her to work to lick her shoes or massage her fingers throughout the day.

Tiffany wasn't sure if Amanda actually understood how devoted the shrunken young woman was to her but she at least appreciated that Rebecca was no longer on the verge of tears or worse, violence.

Fear of the redhead's temper seemed to keep George secluded when their giant owner was out of the apartment. The shrunken man had largely steered clear of them since Tiffany had started to bathe Rebecca every morning. At first, the little brunette wasn't sure if it was that the little man felt left out but after seeing the way that Rebecca could knock him about she realized it was fear.

George was a tiny man in a world dominated by women far larger than him.

At their size an inch seemed like a foot or more, which meant that even Tiffany and Rebecca towered over him. A petite girl like Amanda Fletcher was a literal Goddess in comparison to them and her girlfriend was even larger. It made sense that the little man spent the majority of his days in hiding amid Amanda's closet or the underside of her desk.

He claimed he was cleaning but his fellow shrinkees knew better.

“Let him sulk,” Rebecca said dismissively with a wave of her hand one afternoon.

They were kneeling before Amanda and Ashleigh's workout shoes. Rebecca had turned over Amanda's Nikes to dig out pebbles caught in the well worn tread but Tiffany couldn't help but notice the way that the girl occasionally sniffed the sweat saturated fabric above the sole. The gray-and-pink Nike Frees that Ashleigh had worn for years had recently been replaced by a pair of Adidas Ultra Boosts that were an off-white with orange trim so cold and neon that it looked pink.

The little brunette only knew what they were because Ashleigh had said it the first time she wore them. She had stomped her foot down directly in front of Tiffany, making the little girl stumble about before she twisted her foot back and forth as if modeling them for the shrunken brunette. Ashleigh had demanded to know if Tiffany liked them, a question the blonde had asked her thousands of times when they were equal in height. When she said yes, Ashleigh had grinned and informed her that it was her responsibility to keep them looking nice.

Lapping away at a stain on the strange knit surface of the sneaker, Tiffany frowned, “We could use the help.”

Rebecca's bare feet slapped against the floor as she walked over to where Tiffany was kneeling. A moment later, the brunette could feel one of Rebecca's strong hands gripping the back of her head. She stiffened and her stomach twisted uncomfortably before the redhead pulled her head back then spat on the stain. With her free hand she vigorously rubbed at it until it began to fade away.

“There,” the amazon said with a smile.

Tiffany's neck craned back to stare up at the girl, her face roughly even with the young woman's thick bush, “Tha-”

A quake ripped through the floor and the tumblers of the huge lock began to turn.

No voices came from the other side and Tiffany wracked her brain trying to remember if either of the giant women had talked about their evening plans before going to work.

The door swung open to reveal Ashleigh, alone, still dressed in the fashionably cut suit she had gone to work in. The dark slightly baggy pants she wore swished loudly as she stepped into the apartment with her eyes on her phone. The heels she had worn that morning had been replaced by a pair of black leather flats that creaked when she wiggled her toes inside them.

“Hello, Ashleigh,” Tiffany shouted in unison with Rebecca.

“Hi, lovelies,” she said absentmindedly before the grimy sole of her shoe flew over their heads, raining dirt and debris onto them. Both shrunken women cowered while the blonde walked over to the couch. She didn't immediately flop down onto it but paused and there was a faint 'swish swish' of fabric as she patted her hand against her thigh.

That soft pat sent both of the shrunken women scrambling across the floor.

When they dropped to their knees before Ashleigh's toes, the blonde had already kicked off her flats. They sat in a heap beneath the coffee table, a day's worth of footsweat drifting out of them like a heavy fog. The giantess's toes wiggled inside dark nylons as she sighed, taking off her jacket high above and tossing it on top of the rarely used chair that sat in the living room.

She lifted her feet up and let her heels crash back down to the floor so her soles loomed over the kneeling women. The nylons wrinkled and stretched every time she flexed her foot and wriggled her toes, “Why did you let me out of the house in heels this morning?”

Neither of them said anything because they knew it wasn't an actual question.

Instead, they threw their shoulders into Ashleigh's arches and then began the arduous task of massaging her long and powerful feet. The giantess cooed and grunted while they worked far below, the sound of her fingers tapping against her phone screen the only other noise to echo across Tiffany's little world.

Then a soft pop sounded high above.

Tiffany looked up into the sky to see Ashleigh holding a seemingly empty tupperware container in her hands. The sight made the little brunette shudder, immediately thinking about how she had been shipped across the country in a similar plastic box. Knowing that her friend-turned-slavemaster occasionally prepped her meals for the week, Tiffany was about to turn back to massaging Ashleigh's feet when she spied movement in the container high above.

Then came the unmistakable sound of someone pleading, “I'll do anything!”

“Well, of course you would,” Ashleigh teased while her fingers dipped into the container.

The shrunken person screamed, the sound too far away and filled with fear for Tiffany to determine whether it was a man or a woman. The wailing that followed pulled Rebecca's attention away from the huge foot and her jaw dropped when she what was happening in the sky far above.

With the dressing smearing the sides, the tupperware had no doubt contained the chicken caesar salad that Ashleigh ate for lunch that day. The warped shape of a one inch tall shrinkee was dragged through the streaks of salad dressing and globs of it instantly coated his little body.

“I made the dressing myself,” the giantess explained to the tiny person before her tongue raked across their little body. They squirmed and sobbed but Ashleigh kept using them to sop up the remainder and then licked them from head to toe. In the heavens far above, her lips pouted, “My girlfriend still doesn't believe that I'm good in the kitchen. Can you believe that?”

“Pl-please,” they stammered, “D-do-”

“I asked you a question,” Ashleigh snapped.

The tiny person wailed while the plastic tupperware clattered against the coffee table.

The blonde's feet crashed down onto the floor forcing Tiffany and Rebecca to their knees as she sat up straighter. “You shrinkees,” Ashleigh snorted, “So self-centered...”

She then opened her mouth wide while the shrunken person continued to beg not to be eaten. Their cries echoed across the cavernous apartment as Ashleigh tossed them back like they were nothing more than a piece of popcorn. Her lips closed and the sound of the screaming shrinkee instantly stopped.

Then came a loud crunch as she started to chew.

The sound of her teeth grinding the tiny person's bones seemed to overwhelm everything else as she leaned forward and plucked the remote off the coffee table. The television turned on but all Tiffany could hear was the sound of Ashleigh's throat muscles flexing as she swallowed the masticated remains of another shrinkee.

She let out an unladylike burp a second later, then patted her flat stomach before glancing down at Tiffany and Rebecca, “Whoops, excuse me.”

Her giggle made them cringe but the way her toes wiggled reminded them of their place instantly. They both bent down and began to massage each individual toe while sweat started to roll down their shaking bodies.

Ashleigh watched at least two episodes of some sitcom before either of the shrunken women at her feet spoke.

“Did... did she...” Rebecca's chest heaved like she was having trouble breathing.

“Yes,” Tiffany said quietly. She still hadn't told her fellow shrinkees that she knew their Goddess's girlfriend so she couldn't simply tell Rebecca that this was what Ashleigh did. Knowing it though, and having seen it countless times at a normal height, had done nothing to prepare her for seeing it happen as a shrinkee.

She had dangled in front of Ashleigh's face countless times since the giantess started dating Amanda, and even more now that they lived together. Balanced atop her forehead, plucking at the giantess's eyebrows, she could always see the way her plump pink lips would twitch and it wasn't hard to imagine tumbling past them into Ashleigh's maw.

A mouth that she knew had been the end of many shrinkees.

“Go-Goddess wouldn't l-let her...” Rebecca's voice trembled.

Tiffany couldn't help but think about the pair's first date, when Amanda mentioned casually stomping shrunken people. She also remembered more than a few odd blotches on the soles of the giantess's shoes. She turned to look at Rebecca and could see the same memories playing out in her head too.

They fell silent but their tiny hands still toiled against the massive feet even though they both knew there were no more kinks in the vast peds.

Tiffany had no idea how much time passed before the front door crashed open and Amanda's voice rang out, “Honey, I'm hooooome.”

The giantesses' laughter filled the room as the door slammed shut and the ground trembled from the petite blonde's footfalls. She flopped down across the arm of the couch, her legs dangling over the edge as she kicked off her boots and let her head settle on Ashleigh's lap.

“How was the happy hour?” Ashleigh played with her girlfriend's hair and Tiffany heard the snap of an elastic hairband being removed. High above, she could see it wrapped around Ashleigh's wrist.

Amanda reached up and gently pushed her fingers against Ashleigh's lips, forcing her to smile, “Happy.” They both laughed again before Amanda added, “You should have come.”

“Maybe next time,” was Ashleigh's response.

They simply sat there, staring into each other's eyes with the television on and shrunken slaves at their feet. Tiffany's stomach churned as she watched them cuddle up together, like they did every night, giggling and talking about their days like everything was normal.

For a moment, anger bubbled up within her.

She should have been the one curled up on a couch with someone she loved while shrinkees served at their feet. Amanda Fletcher had apparently stolen her boyfriend in high school, then she literally stole Tiffany's life, and now she had stolen one of Tiffany's best friends. A scream built up in the shrunken girl's throat and she slowly rose to a standing position.

The little girl could feel Rebecca's eyes on her while she glared at the heavens where Amanda and Ashleigh's fingers were intertwined.

Then Ashleigh's foot plowed into her.

The giantess's stocking clad foot steamrolled over her little body, forcing her down onto the floor and pinning her with ease. The air was pushed from her lungs and her body was lazily dragged back and forth. She tried to scream but all that came out was a grunt and as she stared up through the blonde's toes, Tiffany realized that Ashleigh hadn't even pinned her on purpose.

The giant women weren't even looking down at her, their attention was entirely focused on the television while Ashleigh's leg gently moved back and forth, completely unconcerned with the way she shoved Tiffany along with it.

A silent sob wracked through the little girl as she was once more reminded of her true place in the world now. Her body went slack and she simply laid there, letting Ashleigh have her way with her.

The roar of the television was cut off and Ashleigh's voice rang out, “Hey, so about Christmas...”

The words pierced Tiffany's bubble of self-pity. Had she really been in Amanda's care for so long? Had other major holidays really come and gone without her noticing? Her heart began to sink as she tried to process it and the sorrow began to wash over her anew.

“What about it? I'm not going home,” Amanda reached down and scooped up Rebecca before holding her to her chest like a teddy bear.

“Right, neither am I,” Ashleigh said in a tone that told the little girl that this was not the first time they had had this conversation, merely the first time she had noticed, “But I do have to go do some client hand holding in Los Angeles riiiight before Christmas.”

“And...” Amanda's voice was quiet.

“And we could make a trip out of it...” Ashleigh's foot no longer swung back and forth, it simply lay atop Tiffany like a dead weight.

Lips smacked up in the heavens but Amanda hadn't risen up to kiss her girlfriend, “What about my little lovelies?”

“We can rent an Airbnb,” Ashleigh said, and beneath her foot Tiffany could practically hear the giantess roll her eyes, “C'mon, wouldn't it be nice to get away for a few days?”

“I mean, yeah but...” Amanda sighed, “Christmas in LA?”

“Have you ever even been?” Ashleigh asked.

“Once or twice,” Amanda pouted before quietly adding, “For work...”

“Then we should definitely go. We can do some touristy stuff, have dinner at fancy restaurants,” Ashleigh's toes started to wiggle, which made Tiffany squirm as the hefty digits pummeled her, “Go for a hike.”

“You realize none of that sounds fun, right?” Amanda said but through the giant's toes, Tiffany could see that the giantess was smiling.

“Bur bur bur, I'm Amanda and I hate fun,” Ashleigh grumbled while she tickled her girlfriend, making the smaller blonde yelp and giggle, “We can get you some cute hiking boots.”

“I don't need hiking boots,” she gasped.

“Don't worry, we can find some in black for you,” Ashleigh chuckled.

“Black goes with everything,” Amanda said quietly and there was another soft kiss that Tiffany knew was for Rebecca and not the giantess's girlfriend. The couch groaned as the giant nerd finally sat up and Ashleigh's foot slipped off of Tiffany, “We should probably look at places tonight.”

The shrunken brunette gasped for air below and shuddered when Ashleigh's toes wiggled on either side of her. “Oh, I booked it like a week ago.”

Amanda's squeal of indignation made Tiffany shudder but it was quickly followed by another kiss, this time between the enormous pair of blondes. Their moans echoed across the apartment as Amanda straddled Ashleigh and their clothes started to rain down across the world.