The man frowned as he held his phone to his ear.

“Uh huh…yes sir…no sir……..I see………”

The man sighed.

“Yes sir,” he said one last time before hanging up. He turned to the small delegation sitting at the large conference table in the secret room.

“Well, as you can guess, the President is extremely unhappy,” he said, taking his seat. “This accident exposes our secrets to the Russians, the Chinese, the Koreans….”

There was a murmuring around the table.

“Well, the National Guard is standing by to extract the subjects if need be,” said a lanky man in uniform. The first man shook his head.

“Probably not a good idea. And do we even know where the targets are?”

A young man pushed up his glasses and shuffled the papers in front of him. “We have been tracking the four individuals and one object of interest. All were consolidated and all seem to be inside a home in New Haven, a small suburb.”

“Then we definitely are not sending in the guard.”

He peered around the table at the nervous faces around him. One other man raised his hand.

“We could shrink the house and then extract it.”

“You’re joking right? Who even invited this man? Get out.”

The man frowned before standing up and leaving the room. The original man sighed.

“No…the President was very clear…he wants an operative on the mission. In…fix…engineer their cooperation…then we’re out.” He looked over at a very large man who wore a black suit.

“Understood,” said the large man as he adjusted his tie.

“Do you have a man picked out already?”

The large man shook his head. “Not a man, sir,” he said as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “Timmons? Get Agent Miles on the comms for me. Emergency Code Seven A….”

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Karen pulled up into her driveway and shut off the vehicle. Kayla detected the change, trying her best to peer out of the gigantic mother’s bag.

“Are…are we there? The police?” she squeaked. The gigantic woman ignored her as she got out and unstrapped Natalie.

“Grab your toys,” she said with a smile. The little girl squealed with joy as her mom opened up the back of the car. She grabbed her bucket, peering inside. The three, tiny women were still there.

“Yay! You’re still here!” she said excitedly.

“H-Hi Natalie,” Lily said, shielding her eyes. She and the other two women had fallen asleep during the car ride.

“Let’s go play!” Natalie said with excitement as she walked toward the door. The shaking of the bucket rudely awakened Trisha and Sam.

“EEP!” Sam yelled. “E-earthquake!”

Karen chuckled as she grabbed a couple her her items and her bag. Natalie was bouncing excitedly at the door.

“Now Natalie,” Karen said, looking down at the shaking bucket and hearing the panicked squeaks from within. “Slow down…do not be rough with your little dolls. You don’t want to break them, do you?”

The five-year-old instantly stopped bouncing, much to the tiny womens’ relief.

“Sowee,” she said, looking down into the bucket.

“It’s okay,” Karen said, patting her head as she opened the door.

“Go wash your hands and then you can play.”

“Yay!” Natalie said as she rushed inside, kicking off her sandals before rushing up the stairs.

“Gentle!” Karen yelled as a reminder before laughing. She put her things down and took off her own sandals before crouching onto one knee and opening her bag. The light shone in and she grinned down at tiny Kayla.

“Hello little one….”

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Natalie rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom. She put her bucket on the ground before standing up on the plastic step in front of the sink. The gigantic little girl turned on the water, lathering up with soap as the three friends got their bearings.

“God…what a rush,” Sam said, trying to shake off the feeling of dizziness. “That little girl is too much.”

“Oh come on…she’s like, five,” Lily said defensively, “It’s not her fault…she’s just excited. I’d much rather deal with her than the mom. Maybe we can actually get her to help u-AAH!”

Lily was cut off as Natalie jumped off the step and picked up the bucket.

“Wash hands!” she said excitedly. She raised the bucket into the air and dumped out its contents. The three tiny women squeaked in confusion as they rolled out and into the sink, sprawling along the ceramic base.

“Ack…watch it,” Trisha said as she got elbowed in the chest by Lily. “Ugh, where the…” Her eyes went wide as she saw Natalie’s gigantic hand reaching for the knobs.

“Nooo!” Trisha squeaked but it was too late: Natalie turned the faucet on and a deluge of water poured over the tiny women. They screamed and squeaked and sputtered and spat as the waterfall hit them, throwing themselves to the side in an attempt to protect themselves.

“Natalie…turn off the ACK!” Lily squeaked pathetically as Natalie grabbed her, pinning her hands to her side.

“I help!” she said, thrusting the tiny woman toward the soap dish. Lily closed her mouth just in time to avoid a mouthful of suds as Natalie rubbed her against the wet soap before sticking the tiny woman under the faucet. Lily tried her best to hold her breath as Natalie thrust her under the water stream again and again before finally pulling her out.

“There you go…all clean!” she said. Lily felt herself anger welling up inside her and was about to scream when Natalie gave her a sweet little kiss. Lily sighed and shook her head.

“She doesn’t know any better….” she reminded herself as Natalie placed her on the edge of the sink. Lily watched as the gigantic child repeated the washing process with both her friends until all three of them stood next to the sink, cold and shivering…but clean.

“N-Natalie…we’re s-s-s-so cold!” Sam uttered through chattering teeth. Natalie frowned, seeming deep in thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.

“Oh! I know!” she squealed with excitement. She grabbed Lily in her left hand and Trisha in her right before staring at Samantha, frowning. Natalie looked at the tiny women in her hands before placing Lily on the ground.

“You follow me?” she asked the doll-sized woman. Lily nodded and Natalie smiled, grabbing Sam. The gigantic child walked away, her feet pounding on the ground as she covered incredible distance with no trouble. Lily groaned before taking off at a run, trying her best to catch up. She got partway down the hall and watched Natalie disappear into a room. Lily took a moment to check her surroundings: she was on a long landing with various doors on both sides, and at the end she could just make out a stairwell. She looked back toward where Natalie went and bit her lip.

“Should I?” she said to herself, looking toward the stairwell. At that moment she heard a second pounding and turned just in time to see the Giantess mother coming up the stairs. Lily squeaked and ran after her friends, mentally noting the layout before the giant woman made it all the way up.

Upon entering Natalie’s room, it was immediately apparent that a young child lived here: the walls were decorated with stickers and posters of unicorns, powerpuff girls and rainbows. The floor was cluttered with toys almost everywhere. Natalie crouched in the corner near a large dollhouse, and was chattering away at Trisha and Sam. As Lily moved through the veritable minefield of toys, the little girl turned around.

“Yay! Come dolly!” she said, grabbing Lily and lifting her up. Lily sailed through the air before being deposited on the top level of a two story dollhouse, right next to her friends who were huddling together for warmth. She joined the huddle as the three of them stared up at the huge child.

“N-now what?” Sam just managed to utter through clenched teeth.

Natalie smiled. “You are cold! I have clothes!” The girl grabbed a large, pink box and opened it. Inside were an almost countless number of doll clothing items and accessories. Despite how cold she felt, Trisha just shook her head.

“You’ve gotta’ be kidding me….”

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Karen smiled as she passed Natalie’s room.

“Well, she’s having fun,” she said softly, her speech aimed partially at herself and partially at her little prize that was still inside her bag.

“What? Who? Where are you taking me?!” Kayla called back, unsure if the gigantic woman high above could even hear her. Karen finished traversing the hallway, heading into her own bedroom before shutting the door behind her. She sat down on the bed, hanging her bag on the post next to it before reaching in and gently wrapping her fingers around the tiny woman within. Kayla gasped as she felt the woman’s warmth permeating her tiny body as she was pulled out into the light of the room.

“Did you have a good trip, little one?” Karen asked, beaming a smile at the tiny woman.

“I…y-yes,” Kayla answered, eyeing the room suspiciously. This was definitely not the police station, and Kayla felt fear beginning to well up inside of her.

“Good…I know you must be scared enough having been suddenly shrunken. I figured my bag was the best place for you.”

“Th-Thank you,” Kayla stuttered, staring up into the woman’s gigantic face. “Um…this…this isn’t the…police station….”

Karen smiled. “Oh right…I’m so sorry, they were closed. It really is quite tragic…but, you can spend the night here tonight and we can go tomorrow.”

Kayla felt impending dread building up inside her. “Can we just call 911? This is obviously an emergency.”

Karen shook her head. “Why rush? Come on…like I said, you can stay here tonight. I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

Her voice shifted downward, the words slipping off her tongue as she gently pressed her thumb against Kayla’s tiny face, petting the tiny woman’s head and chest. Kayla shuddered as Karen’s thumb glided over her tiny breasts. She gasped, taking the thumb in her tiny hands and moving it aside.

“I…thank you but…please…I really would like you to dial 911.”

Karen’s expression went blank.

“Well, I’m not going to do that,” she said. Kayla felt a chill go down her spine despite the warmth she was feeling from the woman’s hands.

“At least, not until you do something for me,” Karen said with a smile. She lowered Kayla down to the ground, placing the tiny woman beside her massive feet. Kayla stared at the same huge toes she had gotten close to earlier.

“One more foot massage,” she said, smiling down at the tiny woman. Kayla’s jaw dropped.

“But…didn’t I just….”

“One more,” Karen said, interrupting the tiny woman. She scrunched her toes and wiggled the gigantic digits in front of Kayla. Kayla looked up at the woman and, for the first time, something snapped in her. She felt fear and anger welling up in her.

“NO!” she screamed, her utterance not much more than a tiny squeak. “No, I’m not! I did this already! You promised to help so now it’s your turn! I’m not rubbing you ugly ass feet again!”

Karen’s smile faded. She didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“What did you say?”

Kayla was still raging. “You heard me! I’m not rubbing your stupid feet again! Now you call the cops right fuckin-”

In a swift motion the gigantic foot rose up and slammed down on the tiny woman. Kayla cried out, squeaking pathetically as Karen pinned her to the floor, her soft soles weighing down the tiny woman’s body.

“Wha…help! N-no don’t….” Kayla tried to cry out but Karen’s toes were in her face, the sandy digits rubbing against her nose and mouth. Kayla sputtered as she wriggled, trying to free herself, but to no avail.

“Let me explain something to you, little bitch,” Karen said, her demeanor turning much darker than it had been up until this time. “You and your little friends shrunk. I don’t know how…but the fact of the matter is that I’m five foot eight and you’re not much more than eight inches. You don’t call the shots around here…I do. When I say jump…you jump. When I say beg…you beg. When I say lick my fucking feet….” Karen emphasized her point by pressing her toes into Kayla’s face again. The tiny woman squeaked loudly as they put pressure on her skull.

“Now…start licking.”

Kayla sniffled as she stared at the dirty, sandy toes in front of her. Slowly, she opened her mouth, extending her little tongue out until she touched the soft surface of Karen’s toe. She turned her head, drawing her tongue against the digit, tasting the sand in her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

“That’s good…very good,” Karen said, her demeanor lightening again. She watched as Kayla pressed her tiny little tongue to her toes again and again, each time making her foot a little cleaner than it was before.

“I’m sorry if it doesn’t taste so good,” Karen said, “This is only because you disobeyed. In the future, they can be cleaner.”

Kayla was sniffling as she continued to lick. She was slowly getting used to the sandy texture, trying hard to think of other things to distract herself from the task which was being forced upon her. Moments later, the pressure on her body receded as Karen lifted her foot off the tiny woman, propping them up on their heels. Kayla stared at the tall, sandy soles and looked up at the Giantess.

“Do you know the difference between a pet and a slave?” Karen asked, looking down at her tiny acquisition. Kayla shook her head. Karen smiled.

“A slave is forced…a pet obeys willingly. In my opinion…pets are always treated better.”

Kayla swallowed hard. She stood up, her legs shaking beneath her as she stepped forward toward the gigantic soles. She paused a moment, closing her eyes before licking the gigantic mother’s sole, again tasting the dry sand in her mouth. Karen smiled.

“Good little pet.”