Desperate to avoid a painful, crushing death at all costs, Jack turns his head and quickly starts slurping up the leftover shrink potion from the pool under Morgan's tongue. Luckily for him, perhaps because nobody had bothered to feed him when they had pastries, the potion works almost immediately, and Jack feels his surroundings expand until there's enough room for Morgan to close her mouth around him without choking again.

Meanwhile, a gasping but victorious Heather watches her would-be kidnappers fall forward onto hands and knees, their clothes falling off of their shrinking bodies, and dwindle until they're the size of dolls to her. She bends to pick them up, and laughs when Bella tries to run away from her grasping hand, while Morgan just accepts the fight is lost and lets it happen. "Now, where's my little man?" She demands of the redhead, still panting to catch her breath.

In answer, the tiny woman reaches in and pulls the little naked man out of her mouth, holding him up. "Oh, I can't believe you! My poor baby. How am I supposed to use- I mean, how is he supposed to love me now?" She sounds upset on his behalf. Or, well, on her own behalf regarding him, anyway. "You'd better have a way to put him back!" She fumes at Bella, who's struggling in her other hand.

Tiny Jack seems to shout something Heather can't hear, though the pale redhead holding him looks down and answers with contempt: "No, idiot. She means back to where she has some use for you. The sooner you accept this is your life now, the better it will be for you. So why not just get over it?" She demands.

Heather's next thought is interrupted as Cindy bursts into the room holding a pistol, and points it straight at her. "Drop the girls and back away slow," she orders.

Jack can feel Heather's hands trembling all the way through Morgan, but she forces herself to stand firm. "You won't shoot me." She declares.

"Sweetie, just because we're friends doesn't mean I won't tap you for a client." Cindy smiles, and flips the safety.

"Folks will hear... and you could hurt your boss." Heather holds up Bella in front of her and squeezes, causing her to yell to Cindy to put the gun down.

Frowning, Cindy does so. "All right, then." She says. "I won't shoot you, but what happens next? You don't want me to leave and tell the real boss where his daughter is. Give me the girls, and we'll call it quits here."

Heather thinks a moment. "Fine, but my boy-toy needs some antidote now thanks to you three. Give it to me, and they can go when he's fixed up."

Cindy looks like her patience is being tested already. "We don't have any. We didn't plan on using it." She says through gritted teeth.

Bella, held in her fist, hurries to interject: "I can get some, but you have to let me go! And then you'll never hear from me again!" She insists.

"Hmm..." Heather seems to think it over. It's true she can't just get away with keeping Bella for long. "Fine," she decides. "You can have Bella, but Morgan's staying until I get that antidote. That way I have collateral, and I need someone to watch him at this size anyway."

"Absolutely not!" Morgan protests right away.

"Done!" Cindy and Bella agree without hesitation, to the redhead's chagrin.

After Cindy leaves with the shrunken Bella, Heather sternly warns Morgan: "You'd better hold on to that little guy, and see he doesn't get hurt like that. This is all your fault, so you'd better take responsibility for it now until he's fixed again." She carries them up to her room, sets them into the terrarium, and closes the lid.

"Now, you can sit here and think about how you've ruined my day and what a shitty, fake friend you were." She scolds Morgan. "As for you," she focuses on Jack, terrifying him as her face fills up his whole view. "Don't think I've forgotten how you let me down today. Just because you shrunk a little more doesn't mean you're off the hook, mister. I still need to punish you for that when you get better. In the meantime Morgan can make herself useful and help you understand how you should treat me."

"Yeah, yeah. You're the boss, I get it." Morgan seems unimpressed, which bewilders Jack. Although he supposes since she works for traffickers, the only thing she hasn't seen here plenty of times already is probably the shrinking part. Heather scowls at the response and leaves, but not before telling the both of them they'd better take her seriously, or she might have to put Morgan to use filling in for Jack instead.

"Even though you're not really my type, I might like it enough so I don't need to grow you back. Either of you." She threatens, this time getting fearful looks from both of them. "So you'd better take this seriously. And that Bella doesn't take too long with that antidote, or I may not be able to hold out." She laughs as the door closes behind her.

After she's gone, Morgan sits down on the doll bed, holding Jack, and dully says: "If."

"What? She can't just leave you here with Heather, right?" Jack implores, not liking the look in her eyes.

"Maybe. Unlike Heather, people will notice I'm gone. Cindy can clean up the car, but it'll still make trouble for Bella. She has some incentive. She's also scared, and might just want to hide from Heather now."

She focuses on Jack. "Either way," she still sounds vaguely noncommittal. "You still need to learn your place, so let's get started."

She drops Jack to the hard floor beside the bed, and dangles her feet beside him. "When Heather's not around, I'm in charge. You address me as "Mistress" and you will serve me loyally and without question. Understand?"

Jack frowns. "You can't treat me li- ugh!" He's knocked sprawling with a kick, and finds himself pinned down to the glass floor by the ball of Morgan's foot. "Y-yes, Mistress!" He chokes out, before she finally releases him.

"I don't like getting into bed with dirty feet. Slave, what are you going to do about this?" She demands.

"C-clean them, Mistress?" Jack doesn't want to be hurt any more, so he knows he doesn't really have a choice.

"Good boy. You may use your hands to dust off the soles. After that, you use your tongue where I tell you. When you're done I might let you sleep at the foot of the bed like a dog. Would you like that?" She demands coldly.

"Yes, Mistress..."

A while later, Heather comes in to find Jack still laboring to dust Morgan's soles in the terrarium. Jack looks up from his work in hopes that the titanic woman will tell Morgan to ease up on him, but to his dismay she has a close look, and approves. "Look at you working on nice things you can do for me!" She gushes, then gets serious.

"Just don't let me catch you playing with him in your twat, Morgan. There's only one pussy in the world for him, and that's this one." Heather warns, patting herself for show. "Even if he is a bit too small for it right now."

After she leaves the room again, Morgan looks down. "Who told you to slow down?" She barks. "You'd best pick up the pace, or I can find worse places for you to sleep tonight." Although the terrarium doesn't actually offer that many options, Jack thinks it best not to call her bluff, and gets to work.

As it turns out...