One startup CEO, male, 30 years old, 2014. Killed by his business partner in an apparent heated argument. Business partner was arrested and convicted, but refused to give detailed testimony as to the reason the argument began.

Two state senators, male and female, 44 and 41 years old. Both suicides.

One prominent radio host, female, 29 years old. Officially missing, presumed dead.

Mia Fey flipped through these three latest additions to her folder once more before setting them down.

Some people would call what she was assembling a murder board. She preferred keeping her discoveries, connections, and leads in this personal case of hers organized in a neat series of private folders. Maybe it didn’t match the iconic imagery, but it was tidier, and it avoided possible awkward looks from prospective clients who might come to her law office for help.

27 years old, Mia was a comfortably experienced and skilled defence attorney. With her own law office, a living space in the apartment on the little building’s third floor above, and a promising, good-natured pupil who had acquitted his first-ever client with flying colours one month prior, she had made a place for herself in Los Angeles even with the issues and pitfalls it had taken to get here.

Phoenix Wright, her former client turned-protégé, had left the office at the end of the work day a few hours ago. Mia had invited him to a late dinner, so he would be coming back soon to meet up with her. Half the purpose of the dinner was to finally give Phoenix a chance to meet her younger sister Maya, who was eager to meet (and definitely to start teasing) the pupil Mia had told her quite a bit about. Maya was also on her way over.

Mia’s phone buzzed. She was halfway through brushing a lock of her brown hair out of her face as it happened, and she blinked in momentary confusion when she didn’t see the phone on her desk. Realizing she’d tossed a newspaper over top of it without noticing, she dug it out.

There was a text from Maya. [got a burger, be there rly soon]

Mia laughed, putting her phone aside. Of course her sister would make sure to pick up something to eat before arriving for a dinner.

The newspaper, which Mia left there on her desk, sat under a beam of light streaming in through the office’s window. It was just the time of evening at which the sun, on its way down, briefly shone straight into the room around the corner of the towering hotel which stood opposite Mia’s much less towering office.

Where the beam of dwindling sunlight fell, the paper displayed an article about the recent and very abrupt shutdown of a scientific research firm.

In the Buried Bean coffee shop, half a block down the road from the Fey and Co. Law Offices, another woman sat with one hand twirling a straw through a glass of iced coffee, and the other hand winding through a lock of her hot-pink hair.

Miss April May was having a very strange work day. As personal secretary to the esteemed CEO of “information conglomerate” Bluecorp, April’s average work day was a lot of reviewing packets of personal and sensitive information from the company’s many “clients”, making calls to those people when necessary to remind them of their debts to the company to ensure the continued secrecy of that information, and documenting any other items and resources received from clients in place of cash.

Today, she was doing none of those things. In a bag on the café’s floor, next to her seat, April had a small device which just happened to be one such piece of collateral; it looked more than a little bit like some weird sci-fi movie ray gun, and she’d been more than a little confused when her boss had told her to take it from its delivery box and keep it with her.

The box had come from the personal lab of some weird inventor or something - maybe he was a doctor? Whatever he was, apparently the strange little gun-thing was something he had made, and after a few disputes about recent payments he was supposed to have made to Bluecorp, it had been taken from him instead. The situation had gotten worse until the whole research place he worked in had shut down entirely.

(So now I’ve got the weird science gun.)

April’s boss had given her a set of instructions for the day: Ms. Mia Fey, some kind of lawyer, worked in an office near here. She wasn’t a Bluecorp client, but according to the boss, she knew a few things she shouldn’t have known, and so it was April’s job today to go on a trip over to her office and make sure those things Mia Fey knew never became a problem for the company.

April didn’t make a habit of showing that she wasn’t as ditzy as her boss clearly believed she was. He knew she made a great secretary, but he also pretty obviously thought she was a total airhead outside of that.

She was not a total airhead. April could tell easily that beneath all of his big-headed blustering, her boss was internally freaking out about whatever it was that Mia Fey had learned, and he was so desperate to eliminate the potential problem that he was more than willing to throw his secretary into a whole lot of possible danger with the law to get it done. If anything went wrong, he was probably ready on five seconds’ notice to destroy all traces that April May had ever been an employee of Bluecorp.

Her iced coffee was nearly empty. It was time to go.

April got up from her seat, leaving the last of her drink behind. Underneath the weird device in her bag was a light, grey windbreaker, which she withdrew and threw on over her pink blazer before strolling out the door. She headed for the front doors of the Fey and Co. Law Offices, still thinking with irritation back to the fact that her boss was putting her in way more danger than he would ever take on for himself.

To her surprise, the front door was unlocked. Going in, she found a short entry hall with a stairway leading up to the second floor. Just past the top of the stairs, a door on the left sat beside a small plaque with the office’s name stamped on.

Go inside, find Mia Fey, use the weird science gun on her, and then take her out of the office and leave. The instructions sounded crazy, and if the little device in April’s bag could really do what she’d been told it could do, things would only get crazier…

She almost knocked on the door. Shaking her head and trying the doorknob, she found the entry to the actual office also unlocked. This whole thing felt off, and for about two seconds April mentally considered the idea that she was being set up. Whatever; she just needed to spot Mia Fey in here, that was her first step. April withdrew the weird device from her bag, glancing it over one more time. She remembered the quick explanation of how to use it, but a lot of her mind was still telling her it was crazy to believe it would actually work when she followed those directions.

The office was on the small side. April scoffed at the cheap couch, blown-up movie poster on the wall, and general desperate tidiness of the place. Did Ms. Mia Fey get so little work that she had time to obsessively clean every inch of the place but also needed to skimp on the decor?

There was another door nearby, and April could see light from beneath it. There; that was where Ms. Fey was. Putting all of her hopes on the lawyer beyond the door being alone at the moment, April approached. For a moment she wondered about actually directly confronting Mia to get more of a reaction, but dropped the idea. It was better to be as quick as possible here.

April faltered, thinking she had just heard something from somewhere behind her. Momentary panic flashed in her mind; sure, nobody else had been in the building when she entered, but there was no guarantee of no one else coming in behind her.

Just be quick, she repeated to herself. With her fingers closing tight over the strange item in her hand, April raised the gun while her free hand pulled open the door to the next room.

For a second she saw tall bookcases, a potted plant, a large window with its blinds mostly closed, and then…

“Er- who are—“

Mia Fey didn’t make it through another syllable. April had trained the gun on her the instant she saw the lawyer, and squeezed the trigger less than a thought later.

And then Mia Fey was gone.

Not killed, gone; like she had instantly turned invisible, a light switch flashing her out of existence, she just disappeared from April’s view with only the briefest flash of light. April froze, somehow feeling stunned. It looked so far like the gun had done exactly what it was supposed to, but…

Still she struggled to believe it had really just happened. With her heeled shoes silent on the carpet of the office, April walked to Mia’s desk. All over it were pages with newspaper clippings, notes, photos - April only faintly acknowledged any of them. She was far more interested to look down at where Mia had just been, behind the desk.

Mia Fey sat on her office chair, legs splayed and her hands braced to the cushion at her sides. She was barely over two inches tall.

With her heart thudding aggressively in her chest, April stared. It had actually worked; just like she’d been told, the gun in her hand had just shrunk Ms. Mia Fey to a size smaller than a doll. The now-miniaturized defence attorney was staring up at April above her, her tiny face too small to read an expression any more specific than “utterly dumbfounded”. Some of her lengthy dark-brown hair had fallen out of place, now hanging awkwardly over part of her face.

You could pick her right up, a corner of April’s mind told her. Yes, she could just grab Mia Fey off her chair and carry her right out of here. Exactly how she’d been meant to “remove” Mia from the place was clear now.

“H-how did-… I-I’m…!!”

April had her free hand hovering a little over Mia Fey’s position, and it twitched as she nearly cracked up laughing at the sound of the newly-diminished defence attorney’s voice. Mia had a confident, clear voice with a tone of gentle, dependable authority.

… Or at least it sounded as if she would have had that tone, if her reduction in size didn’t make her sound like someone had their TV speakers turned much too far down. Despite the importance of the job she’d been sent here to do, April felt a sudden, bubbling urge to poke fun at her shrunken victim and tease her. She was about to poke a fingertip at Mia when she suddenly heard a noise from somewhere behind her and locked up, her body going instantly still.

Glancing back at the office door she had come through barely fifteen seconds ago, April only had to listen for a brief moment before she heard another sound and became immediately alarmed. Footsteps - there was someone else coming into the office.

She moved quickly; her fingers closed around Ms. Mia Fey’s puny body. It felt unbelievably strange to effortlessly scoop the diminished defence lawyer right up in her grip. Whoever had just arrived in the office could be heard moving around; April kept quiet on her way to the door she’d just come through, and pushed her back up against the wall.

Beyond the door, a voice called out. “Sis? Are you still busy in there? C’mon, let’s get going, I’m starved!”

Mia’s sister, then? April very quietly swore, her mind running the risk of turning to panic. She could run, bolting past the newcomer and just getting the hell out of the office as quickly as possible. Still, hot-pink hair, a similarly pink blazer showing off a deep pit of cleavage - she didn’t exactly style herself in a “forgettable” way; anyone who saw her rushing out of here would remember her appearance, especially when her presence here coincided with the sudden “disappearance” of the office’s owner.

She almost jumped at a sudden sound from her hand; Mia had been so stunned by her sudden trespasser and instantaneous reduction in size that she’d been nearly silent in the moments since, but now she was trying to yell. Her frozen state of shock had also given way to a furious squirming in April’s grip. April’s fingers around her were muffling the puny lawyer’s voice, but it wasn’t something she could just let continue.

A bold move entered April’s mind.

“Sis,” the voice in the other room said again, a cheery laugh in the inflection.

At the same moment as she heard the voice again, April brought the hand holding the struggling Mia Fey to her chest. With a solid shove, she pressed Mia’s puny body down against the expanse of cleavage in her unbuttoned top, and her middle finger shoved the shrunken defence lawyer out of sight entirely.

April had no time to reflect on the fact that she’d just stuffed an entire person down between her prominent breasts; Mia’s sister was still speaking in the other room, and most likely approaching the door.

“Unless that dweeby new guy you hired is gonna be crazy late or something,”

With Mia stuffed out of sight, April swung her body away from the office wall and pivoted to a position directly in the open doorway, raising her other hand with the strange gun directed forward.

“O-oh, uh--“

April had a fleeting moment to take in the appearance of Mia Fey’s apparent sister; short, mousy, with very long black hair, and - what the hell was that getup she was wearing?

Then the instant was gone as April’s finger squeezed the gun’s trigger again and the girl before her vanished, just as rapidly as her sister. April’s eyes swept to the carpeted floor, and after a blink she spotted the puny figure she was looking for. Striding forward, her pink heels still silent on the floor, April arrived to stand over the second person she’d shrunk in the last minute.

She peered down for a second or two; she could feel a surging rush all over her body now, and her heart was thundering in her chest. Mia Fey had been reduced to a little squirming tickle between her tits, and down past them, on the office floor, an equally puny figure was lying in a heap in the fibres of the carpet and staring back up at her, frozen completely. April could barely imagine how she had to look from down there right now, towering over the shrunken girl like a huge, gorgeous statue. Two people, both zapped instantly down to a size smaller than her thumb.

Stooping to the floor and closing her fingers easily around the puny figure of Mia’s sister, April carried her away from the carpet as she stood up, and after a second or two to dangle the helpless little thing before her face for a look, April stuffed her away in her top with her lawyer sister. One more human being now reduced to a weak tickle down her shirt, and finally April’s mind was starting to wind down from the racing string of impulsive decisions she had been on since entering this office.

This part of the job was done. April hastily tucked the weird shrinking gun back into her bag, and her thoughts refocused. She had to leave, and be quick about it. Then it was back to see the boss and find out where this whole thing went next.

Stepping back out of the office and snapping the door shut behind her, April looked around.

She could still feel both of her new captives squirming between her breasts, out of sight, and it tickled.

Heading to the stairs, she went down and was relieved to find the entryway to the little building still vacant. Considering when Mia’s sister had arrived, there couldn’t have been more than about a minute’s difference from when she got in for herself. Bad luck had nearly thrown this entire thing out the window, and she felt another stab of anger at her boss putting her at so much personal risk while he sat back in his office a few dozen floors above here and a mile away.

Outside again, April went the opposite direction from the coffee shop she’d been in just minutes prior. Her car was a short walk away.

Someone passed her; it was hard to miss the bizarrely spiky black hair and blue suit. Had she spotted a pink tie? It was a fashion choice she could get behind. Whoever the guy had been, he had been in a hurry, double-checking (or maybe triple-checking) his watch as he passed by her.

April shrugged to herself and continued to her car, getting there after a couple of minutes of walking. Once she was in her seat, she finally gave a long sigh. Her shoulders sagged, and her lips twisted into a grin. Off without a hitch.

… Well, alright, there had been one hitch; the plan hadn’t included Ms. Mia Fey’s sister suddenly making an appearance, but now she was coming along for the ride, too.

Just what kind of ride that would be, April could only wonder. Wonder, and greatly anticipate.

The way that April's hands moved to get her car started was almost automatic; after strolling into Ms. Mia Fey's office, reducing her and some other pipsqueak to such a small size she could easily stow them away between her tits, and then just walking right back out, she'd felt energized inside and out in a way she couldn't remember ever experiencing. While that adrenaline high was ebbing away now as April settled into the familiar seat of her car, she felt something else. There was a sense of... she couldn't put the right words to it. It was like... if she called for something, she would get it. If she told someone what to do, they wouldn't hesitate to carry out the command. It was--

"Hey...!"

April's voice came out in one startled breath at the sensation of the tiny lump she could feel between her breasts suddenly tickling her much more noticeably than it had before now.

She found herself staring down at her chest. The moment she realized, she jerked back and forth in sudden paranoia that someone outside her car would be looking at her.

No one. Light traffic was moving and a few people were out on the sidewalk or moving into or out of their cars, but no one seemed to be looking in her direction. Her car's engine was softly rumbling beneath anyone's attention.

Composing herself again, April bit her lip and shifted her shoulders in such a way as to press her ample breasts together a little.

"You two settle down in there..."

A laugh bubbled out of her mouth as she finished the sentence. The absurdity of there being two people trapped helplessly between her boobs alone made it tough not to giggle. Mia Fey the defence attorney was a persistent and... troublesome obstacle in her boss's way, or at least she had been until a few minutes ago; now she was a squirming little nothing too weak to even escape April's cleavage. And that mousy-looking girl who was apparently her younger sister couldn't make a difference down there either.

It still wasn't easy to really take in the truth of the "field work" her boss had sent her on today, but she could make it work. Now, all she needed to do was get back to the office at Bluecorp and drop off her... passengers.

Every synapse of Mia's brain was screaming.

Four minutes ago, she'd been seated in her office. Maya had been due to arrive any minute. Someone had suddenly walked in, and the expectation of her younger sister turned to a flash of surprise and confusion before her mind adjusted to the stranger.

... The aggressively pink-haired stranger, who had an arm raised to point something at her, like--

That had been the last moment Mia Fey had the opportunity to spend in anything resembling a clear state of mind. A momentary flash of light, a barely-perceptible split-second sensation of something all over her body, and then Mia had found herself lying on her backside, hands at her sides, blinking at her warped surroundings.

Her chair, her desk – they were the same, but they weren't. She was seeing the material of her office chair close-up, and her view was completely beneath the desk, which for that matter now looked like a strange building.

Then her entire body seemed to run cold as a shadow fell over her. A figure like a moving tower appeared, blocking out the somehow-distant ceiling light. The figure of the pink-and-white-wearing woman who had just come into her office was looking down at her from shockingly high above, her features finally clear to Mia now that she had a few stunned seconds to take them in.

Something in her mind connected.

"H-how did-... I-I'm...!!"

Her voice, usually clear and even-tempered, sounded like a shocked child, and Mia almost choked at the sight of a massive and delicate-looking hand looming over her. Any further words died in her throat.

She could hear a sound above like someone almost starting to laugh, and her attention moved back from the huge hand to the face of the woman it belonged to. Young, probably early 20s; bubblegum-pink hair in a cheery bob, reddish-brown eyes, bright complexion, and... Mia's stomach lurched slightly when her wide-eyed gaze drifted down to a mostly-unbuttoned pink blazer which framed cleavage so unabashedly immodest she could begin to see the woman's stomach.

Mia was still struck speechless when the intruder extended one huge fingertip toward her. Her senses finally realigned just enough that she was about to move from her awkward fallen position, but then the pink-haired woman froze in place. The huge, brown eyes flicked backward, away from Mia. Mia herself blinked, wondering if she'd missed a sound from somewhere.

Then, she was abruptly encircled by the huge fingers of the menacing hand looming before her, and before Mia could move or say another word, she was being squeezed in the huge woman's grip. She was immobilized, trying immediately to begin struggling but realizing with awful clarity that she couldn't move anything above her knees.

In the next few seconds, Mia lined up three thoughts. One, no matter how impossible she wanted to believe it had to be, she had just been shrunk in size. Two, whoever this woman was, Mia could not allow herself to be taken captive by her.

Three, Maya had arrived.

Mia had only been able to register her younger sister's voice as a muffled sound from outside the pressing walls of this gigantic woman's fist, but Maya was unmistakable.

With her legs dangling uselessly below her and her arms pinned to her sides, Mia began to struggle however she could. Her shoulders jerked around and her knees bumped against and dug into the oversized fingertips she could feel curling in against them. Her face was pressed sideways with a cheek solidly against another of the woman's fingers, but Mia could tell her mouth was almost exposed to the air. There was a gap separating the huge digits right about at the level of her chin.

Her heart was pounding frantically in her chest, and Mia began to shout Maya's name. Instantly she felt the fist closed around her twitching, and she intended to redouble her efforts to squirm and make herself heard, but then the world shook into violent motion.

Mia felt all the air in her lungs being forced out all at once as she was slammed painfully against a soft surface. She made a pitiful groan, with nothing left for a louder sound, and in the instant before she could recover from the impact, something violently dug into her lower back, pressure forcing her downward.

A second later, she understood – she'd just been shoved right down into the intruder's cleavage, and as Mia grasped this, another awful chill shook all across her body.

She'd just become so small that she could be stuffed down this woman's top and find herself completely entrapped, as she now did, between her breasts.

Mostly upside-down, with her legs now awkwardly sticking up at differing angles away from one another, all Mia could feel was warm pressure against what seemed like every inch of her body. The huge and gently-moving breasts of her captor held her like a vice, only exchanging the solid metal for the softness of the woman's body, shuddering a little with her breaths; Mia could barely move, and now even shouting was proving too great a challenge. With her own breasts solidly pressed to one of the warm walls pinning her, Mia could tell that getting a decent breath in was essentially impossible. She tried to scream anyway, her voice just uselessly muffled by the generous hillside of titflesh she was up against.

She groaned at the feeling of her captor moving. The shifting of her breasts dragged Mia back and forth just enough that she could feel her clothes and skin being forced one way and then the other, and the sensation only made the intense warmth pressing in around her even worse.

This couldn't possibly be happening, it was the insane and nonsensical stuff of kids' cartoons. Like a vivid and deeply disturbing dream, but even as Mia squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to wake up again, nothing changed. She couldn't--

Something suddenly collided with her again, and Mia felt somebody kicking and thrashing right in front of her. A feeling like an icicle stabbing into her and being driven right through her entire body drove all other thought from her mind. Everything faded away into distant white noise aside from the single horrible, ringing fact that was now screaming its way to the front of her mind.

Maya. Maya had been shrunk, too.

Listening to her younger sister stammer and sputter through muffled, terrified pleas to know what was going on, who their captor was, where Mia's protégé was – it was all Mia could do not to scream and collapse into a shuddering wreck. She had to hold together.

She bit back curses and terrified "I don't know"s in equal measure. In front of her but no more capable of wriggling herself free was Maya, her sister. Her sister, who she needed to protect, to ensure could be spared their family's usual life of turmoil.

Her sister who was in exactly the same inexplicable and terrifying mess as she was now.

"Maya," she tried to say, unsure of how clearly it could be understood with her voice so muffled. She didn't stop herself swearing this time, muttering a string of equally-muted curses into the oppressive mass of her captor's tit against her face. Mia squirmed, trying furiously to shift one of her arms enough to find Maya's hand.

There. With strenuous effort, she managed to close a light grip over her sister's fingers. Maya twitched at the contact, but then squeezed back.

For a short time they could only wait, and eventually the motions of the gigantic young woman carrying them both stopped. In a flash of frantic energy, Mia began to squirm and struggle, trying to somehow claw her way out of this crushing hold that the woman's breasts had on her and Maya. Maya got moving as well. Above, there was a brief, muffled sound like a startled voice.

The pressure on Mia's body suddenly intensified. Every inch of her tiny frame, already being squeezed to near-immobility, began to feel so painfully compressed that she fully expected for a moment that she would simply be crushed outright.

But then it stopped, and Mia sagged uselessly in place, absolutely no closer to freedom or safety than she'd been ten seconds ago. She felt Maya's grip on her hand tighten up again, having loosened as the pressure on them redoubled. Maya's hand was shaking.

The muffled voice spoke up from above again for a second. Another cold, stabbing feeling sunk into Mia's chest at the unmistakable sound of her captor giggling. The enormous breasts pressing in on her shuddered with the sound.

Minutes began to pass. With no other option, Mia and Maya both found themselves horribly, terrifyingly resigned to the complete unknown of what was going to happen to them now.

Strolling away from her car, pink heels confidently clicking on the pavement of Bluecorp's private parking area, April moved along with a thin smile across her face.

The company tower's main parking garage was a nasty, overcrowded mess that April loved not having to deal with. As the CEO's personal secretary and general assistant, she was the only regular member of Bluecorp besides her boss himself not made to park in it. A few additional spaces beside where she'd parked were reserved exclusively for the company's VIP "clients", as they were called. It made a statement, her boss liked to say, for them to have such a lux... what was the word he used? It wasn't "luxurious", because that was an actual word. Redd White, CEO of the information-gathering conglomerate Bluecorp, had his own ideas about words.

"Luxifferent". That was the one. Why the old weirdo couldn't just say "nice" was for anyone to guess. Anyone who wasn't April, anyway.

April stepped into the elevator once the doors opened. An express elevator built solely to go up to Redd White's top-floor office and back down again, and to be used, like the private parking area, by only him, his secretary, and his VIP clients.

Her two "passengers" hadn't made any trouble since she'd gotten driving. April could still feel them both twitching around a little in the depths of her cleavage, but she was getting used to it. She looked idly around the high-speed elevator as it made its way up its familiar path to just outside the doors of her boss's office.

At the ding, the doors slid open and April walked out. The office doors were closed. She knocked, and after a few seconds...

"I saw your impendicating approach, my dear Miss May, do let yourself in!"

She entered.

Redd White's office was... well, it was disgusting. April would never have said it out loud, she knew who she worked for, but she hated this office and was happy to spend nearly all of her work day seated at a desk just outside of it. She always felt an urge to hold her breath when she had to come inside.

Bluecorp CEO Redd White himself was seated in his overpriced chair behind his indescribable desk. The desk was supported mostly by two polished wood-carved human figures, seated on the ground with their knees raised and their arms encircling their legs. It was unbelievably weird.

White waved a hand lazily in April's direction. He was slouching in his chair with his other arm's elbow against the armrest and his head lightly tilted into his raised fist.

"Miss May," he said in his drawling, used-car-salesman voice. "I so dearly appreciate your punctuacarity in making such a speedy return."

It was only because having Redd White for an employer was such a profitable opportunity, and because he was absolutely terrifying that April never made a point to voice any of her thoughts about his incredibly stupid and weird way of speaking. He acted like real words were beneath him somehow. His airy and self-important blustering attitude was something that April knew extremely well concealed an absolutely ruthless piece of work who had made his fortune on wilfully destroying the lives of anyone worth squeezing money from.

“Um… yeah.” She moved across the office and stopped a few feet short of White’s desk.

“And you were successful, of course?” White prompted her. He gave a showy grin that made her want to hit something. “As you must remember, it is vital that we be prudentious in the removal of any… obstacles that Bluecorp may face.”

April again became extremely aware of the two small and twitching figures stowed down her top. She’d been on enough of a rush not to think that much about it, but her boss hadn’t said a word about… “eliminating” anyone besides Mia Fey. She gave a jerky nod, freezing up when she’d meant to respond.

Another annoying grin from her boss. “Our dear company was facing quite a large problem, but by now I'm sure you've made it a much smaller one? So small and so insignificated as to be removed entirely from play?"

April found her balance. She probably didn't need to be concerned. Really, her boss owed her a whole lot for taking care of this problem without him needing to take one step out of his office. "Yep. That lawyer lady's not gonna be any trouble for you anymore," she said. With one hand, she moved to retrieve her passengers from inside her top.

Maya squeaked in surprise when light suddenly spilled in from above where she was trapped, and the warm, crushing walls holding her loosened up on her.

"Maya!" her sister's strong voice sounded. She felt Mia's arm collide with her, trying for a secure grip, and she latched on. With both arms clutching at the one Mia had extended to her, Maya held on as tightly as she could.

Mia was wrenched into the air, and Maya almost cried out at the feeling of her own body lurching upward with her. Then they were hovering out in the open air, Maya dangling from her older sister's arm. At least they weren't stuck between their giant kidnapper's boobs anymore, but this wasn't a great situation either. She took in a breath of cool air and tried to look around. The suddenly-harsh light around her forced her eyes shut for a few seconds.

When Maya opened her eyes, she felt her stomach drop all over again. "Sis?"

Mia was staring with her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, at... something. Maya followed her gaze, and it landed on a sight that made her body jolt so violently that she nearly let go of Mia's arm.

Ahead of them, across a frighteningly large distance in some office room that now looked much too big, like everything else, was...

(R-Redd White...!!)

Maya was frozen. If she'd had been afraid before, it seemed tame now. There in front of where she and Mia were dangling in the air, leaning comfortably across a huge desk and giving an almost demonic smirk, was the man who had destroyed the life and reputation of Maya's mother, Misty Fey. The man who had leaked to the public a half-true story that sent the entire Fey Clan's reputation into a death spiral fifteen years ago, and who had caused Misty Fey to disappear from public view and all contact with her daughters.

They'd been taken right to him.

April was almost relaxed now. Nothing was wrong at all. Mr. White had laughed in surprise at the news that Ms. Mia Fey's sister had been brought along as well, but now he was swelling with such relief and satisfaction that it was hard to imagine anything that could upset his ego for the rest of the day. The whole week, really.

Something occurred to her. "So, what do I do with them?" she asked. The two shrunken women she'd taken from Mia Fey's little office were still just adorably dangling from her hand, the smaller one clinging to her sister's arm like a little kid. April glanced at her boss's desk for a second.

"Here?" White said in amusement, apparently noticing her glance. "No, no, my dear Miss May, of course I don't want them here. Permit me to reductalize my speechifying down to the simplest level: take those two pests and make sure I never see or hear a thing from them again." He lazily shifted back into his chair. "To be frank, do whatever you like with them!"

April blinked. At her boss's words, a feeling had begun to flash to life inside her again. Almost a burning kind of sensation. "Just... take them?" she asked.

For once she could tolerate Mr. White's sparkling grin. "Most certainly, my esteemed secretariat; on this day, you've done Bluecorp such a service it defies all descriptory efforts! But, ah – where have my manners gone? For you I think we must solidify the greatest material rewards which come to hand! As thanks for your work today, I think... yes, an enheightened domicile suited to your own preferences, and a healthy leave of paid absence from your usual duties. What, after all, is a life without a happy home, and what is a home without the time to enjoy its furnishings?"

She couldn't always do it, but April felt fairly confident she was following the ridiculous blustering of her boss at the moment. Unless she was way off, Mr. White was... well, she almost didn't believe it. He was going to give her a new place to live, and a paid vacation.

It wasn't like her current apartment wasn't good enough, but there always came a time when a girl wanted more. If Mr. White was going to give her an entirely new and better apartment than her Bluecorp salary already allowed her, she wasn't going to turn it down.

Almost without thinking about it, April brought the pair of shrunken sisters back to her chest level and shoved the two of them back down into the comfortable hold of her cleavage. She stifled a giggle at the feeling of the smaller one's feet pushing out past her breasts from below and wriggling around.

She and her boss spent a few minutes discussing the particulars of her reward for the day's work, and when April was back in the elevator down to the parking garage, she finally realized that her whole body was shaking just a little.

A new apartment – actually, scratch that, a top-floor penthouse in one of the nicest buildings in this stretch of the city, fully in her name, and four months of freedom from work, with her full pay. A raise, actually.

April May was a good secretary, she'd always felt like she deserved more cash for it, but... wow.

Glancing down and using two fingers to separate her breasts just enough that she could see Ms. Mia Fey's tiny little face staring up in fury at her, she giggled. "Well," she said, "why don't I get you girls home with me? I think you'll love the new place~..."

Mia Fey, Mia Fey, Mia Fey; April's mind had flashed back to the same image more times than she bothered to track. A look of startled confusion on the face of a very good-looking woman, followed by the strange, impossible sight of that same woman reduced to an adorably small size, and left in a stunned heap on the seat of her own office chair.

April's trip to her new place was driven as much by the GPS in the corner of her vision as it was her hands on the wheel. Every moment of the trip was preoccupied with the echoes of her conversation in her boss's office, when he had told her as close to plainly as was possible for him that Mia Fey belonged to her now; the lawyer who had had posed such a threat to Bluecorp, who had needed to disappear ASAP, no questions asked, was her property now, and she could do anything she liked with her. Anything at all. Mr. White's only remaining concern toward Mia was to never see any trace of her again.

Again and again April's mind had run through this information as she drove, almost in a daze, with the occasional punctuating flash of tickling from down her top; the most that poor, pitiful little Mia Fey could do now.

April met a plain-looking woman working the lobby counter of the building where she was now going to live. By the time she'd made her introduction and moved to a short hall to an elevator – her elevator – she had already forgotten the woman's face entirely. Nothing was leaving enough of an impression in the moment to overpower her glowing sense of... satisfaction? No, that wasn't it. Anticipation? That was there, but it wasn't right either...

Victory. Yes, exactly – the sense overwhelming all others in April May's brain was that she, and only she, had won. Won what, she would've had a hard time finding the words to explain, but that didn't matter.

When she let herself into her new penthouse apartment, it was with a leisurely strolling pace and a thin, lazy grin on her face. April looked around the wide and tidy space, eyes soaking in her new digs with another rush of warm feelings all over her.

"Yeahhh..." she said in what was almost a kind of purr. "This... this is good."

Her bag dropped solidly on the floor at her side. She could deal with it later; right now, she was looking for the ideal place to sit down.

(Just get Maya out of this. Just get Maya out of--)

Mia jolted violently and let out a muffled gasp at the sudden feeling of huge fingers pinching around her sides again. The huge digits moved, sliding down her sides until they secured a clamping grip on her left leg. She was wrenched painfully upwards, her head swinging downwards at a dizzying curve that would've ensured a major injury if anything had been in its way.

The hellish confines of her kidnapper's revoltingly hot-pink top, with the woman's colossal breasts squeezing her body from all sides, had been dulling Mia's senses to the point that abruptly finding herself yanked away into cool air was like a solid slap across the face. Mia blinked, a hand awkwardly finding her head and clutching at it for a moment, her brown hair tangling around her fingers.

She was upside-down now, swaying dizzyingly, with her other leg bent at the knee and dangling pointlessly in the air. After she blinked a few times, the world returned to clarity. Her heart lurched painfully at the sight of the woman behind all this moving into her view. Bubblegum-pink hair in an exaggerated bob. Wide, curious brown eyes. Mia's dizziness intensified as she tried to look around and take in anything else. She groaned, reflexively closing her eyes again. A loud giggle made her shudder.

"So, we can finally meet for real!"

There wasn't even malevolence in the young woman's voice; it was like this situation did nothing but amuse her. Mia's head seemed to spin even harder at the idea that this nightmare situation she and Maya suddenly found themselves in could somehow be nothing more than a game to this woman, whoever she was.

"I'm being such a bad host, not even introducing myself," the woman said next. "I know you're Mia Fey, lawyer or whatever. Well, I'm April! April May, but just the first name's fine." Another damn giggle.

So, April May. Mia found herself taking note of the name as she had so many times in her law career, and felt another mental flash of discomfort at just how unlike any of those past situations this was.

"Oh, come on," April said, her tone shifting to a kind of playfully nudging sound, "I've barely heard a peep from you since we met back in your office! At least talk a little."

Mia grunted as a fingertip abruptly poked at her stomach. Just April's fingertip alone could cover half of her torso. A horrible sense of exposure and vulnerability was blending into the hundred other sickening sensations which presently swirled through her mind.

"W-where's—..." She stopped, the pointless question not surviving past its first word. "Where's Maya" had been where her instinctive reaction had pointed her voice, but of course she knew the answer to that. Maya was still trapped back down there, in April's top.

"Hm?" April blinked at her. "Come again, gorgeous?"

Mia clenched her teeth and took a slow breath. She opened her mouth to speak again, but her voice just became an embarrassing half-yelp as April's fingertip launched another startling attack on her midsection. She next let out a yell of protest; April's manicured nail was nudging against her breasts, and Mia threw her hands down (up?) to press against the invasive digit with all her strength. It didn't accomplish a thing.

"Ooh~..." April cooed, "so big! A person could get totally lost in there..."

Some small, tortured part of Mia's brain was still resisting the idea that all of this was really happening; so badly the back of her mind wanted to believe that at any moment she would wake up back in the apartment over the office, maybe a bit late out of bed but otherwise fine. She would notice a few random texts from Maya asking how she was doing before ordering her to get out of bed, which she would do as soon as she--

"H-hey, hands off!" she snapped when April’s fingernail touched lightly at the bare skin of her upper chest and brushed against the edge of her bra, as if the pink-haired witch holding her was actually trying to slip her bra right off of her. She reacted again to the touch by throwing both hands up (down?) in a renewed but similarly ineffectual effort to repel April's finger.

April struck a fake pout that would, under normal circumstances, have made Mia roll her eyes as exaggeratedly as she condescendingly could. "Aww, but I’d really like to see them!" the gigantic woman said.

Her fingertip retreated slightly, but didn’t go away entirely.

“You already got all over mine – the least you could do is let me take a peek...”

Mia still couldn’t move in any way besides awkwardly wobbling in her dangling position. The last thing she wanted to be doing right now was thinking back to the deeply unpleasant experience of being wedged between this harpy’s jiggling tits while she and her sister were kidnapped from her office.

Affecting a gruff, mocking voice, April went on, “I’m Ms. Mia Fey, a very important lawyer, and I want my boobs to look stuffy and serious!”

Mia bit down the three sarcastic remarks that immediately came to mind. She didn’t feel the strongest of urges to give this woman the satisfaction of getting under her skin.

April giggled. “You know, I said they were big, but if you think about it, you’ve actually got the smallest boobs in the whole world right now!”

Mia inhaled and exhaled slowly through her nose, keeping her cool.

“Oh, actually... I guess that mousy girl’s are smaller? She’s your sister, right? I can see who got all the looks, that’s for sure!”

The shrunken defence attorney cursed under her breath, her attention snapped back to Maya. Her sister was still trapped between April's breasts, while April just giggled and mocked her.

April's voice cut off yet another attempt on Mia's part to speak up. "Oh, duh! We're still missing her!"

Mia's gut reaction couldn't decide between relief and increased horror as April spent a second fishing around in her ridiculous cleavage and retrieved her other abducted victim.

Maya. Mia stared in dismay, still slightly dazed but certainly clear-headed enough to feel an immediate stab of urgent need to reach and protect her younger sister.

Held between April's fingertips, Maya looked terrifyingly fragile. Her long, black hair was a mess tangled into her channeling robes and stuck to her skin. Like Mia was, she no doubt had to be covered in a deeply unpleasant layer of April's sweat.

"I don't know if you've been hearing me up to this point, but I'm April," April said airily, seemingly less concerned with addressing Maya than she'd been with Mia moments ago, "and you... well, you're basically my toy now!"

Mia had spent the past few seconds desperately trying to make eye contact with Maya, and finally managed it only in time to hear the heart-stopping word "toy" echoing monstrously in her ears. Toy. Her toy; if it had seemed before this like April was cheerfully glad to dehumanize her two abducted victims, her last sentence erased any possible doubt.

Maya was staring back in teary-eyed and desperate terror.

"Hm. You two want to catch up for a little bit?" April prompted them, drawing both sisters' attention. "Wellll, OK. I do want to explore the new place, so let's get you someplace safe and I'll see you again soon!"

With that, Mia was jerked back into April's grip, powerful fingers encircling her and trapping her with her front pressed uncomfortably into the woman's huge palm. To her further dismay, April began to girlishly sway her arms at her sides as she walked. Unable to see anything but a vague and fast-moving gap of space between April's index finger and her palm, Mia closed her eyes and waited for the motion to halt.

It did, but gave way to a sudden drop that sucked the breath from her lungs. Mia crashed face-first onto a solid floor, momentarily knocked into a blind daze. Her senses were left out of wack completely, and she only faintly registered what still sounded like April's voice from above her. Then there was no sound at all beyond the painful pounding of her head.

...

"-s...! Sis!!"

"H-huh...?"

Mia shook back to her senses, forcing herself up to a sitting position. Maya was right there before her, crouched and staring at her. Moving at exactly the same time as her younger sister, Mia lurched and collided with Maya as she pulled her sister into a protective hug.

"Maya... oh God, Maya...!"

Mia couldn't stop herself from breaking into tears, even as she screwed her eyes shut and tried to force them to dry up. Her tears were nothing compared to the violent sobs she felt and heard from her sister the moment Maya was in her arms. Mia tried to say something, anything comforting whatsoever. Whatever she tried, her throat seemed to constrict, almost choking her. She stifled her own words before they could escape as a sob of her own.

"S-Sis, why is this happening…!?"

Maya's words felt like a punch to Mia's stomach; her younger sister was quite close now to her 18th birthday. She was supposed to be full of energy and bubbly enthusiasm, and normally it was next to impossible to have a conversation with her and not come away feeling like the world was just a little bit brighter for it. Hearing Maya sound helpless and terrified, stammering out a nearly childish question to her; it was almost too much to handle.

Mia pulled her sister more tightly into her hug, and Maya's thin arms around her back tightened in turn. The older of the two sisters took in a slow breath, fighting to control the way it quavered.

"Maya, listen," she said. "We're going to get ourselves out of here. I don't-- … I don't know how this happened, but I promise, we'll fix it."

The words weren't even fully out of her mouth before she felt like they would ring hollow and pointless. Still, Maya at least didn't fall apart any more in response than she already had. A few seconds passed in silence.

A shudder rippled over Mia's body as her mind crept back to minutes earlier, when April had teasingly prodded at her body and briefly attempted to undress her; the horrible, evil woman they were dealing with had treated her like a doll, just some amusing little thing to mess around with. And Mia's reduction in size had left her so helpless against April's invasive touches that it was impossible not to acknowledge just how very easy it would be for her minimal resistance against it to be overpowered, bulldozed over like nothing.

She took another breath. Later; she could worry about how this all made her feel later. Right now she needed to take stock of the situation, or she'd be making no progress with any possible plan.

"OK," Mia said. "We're…" She looked around, blinking. The area wasn't brightly lit, but light streamed in through a long, horizontal space along the end of a dark ceiling. She studied the sight for a moment. "… We're inside a drawer."

Maya shifted, looking up at her and moving slightly backwards, partway out of her hug. "A… drawer?" she repeated. "Like… in a dresser or something?"

"Looks like," Mia said. "It doesn't seem like there's anything else in here, though."

Maya moved backwards and stepped fully away. "S-so she just… dumped us in here?"

Mia's gut reaction was to say "for now", but she stopped herself, just nodding instead.

"Think we could climb out?" Maya asked, turning on the spot. Her voice was on its way back to normal, but still heavy from her sobs of just moments ago. "… No, guess not."

Mia had to agree; the drawer interior that April had left them in was fairly plain wood, and formed much too smooth and tall a wall for them to possibly climb out the gap in front.

"Um… I'll quickly look around!" Maya said, and got moving. Mia kept quiet, trying to think through things.

April stood before a bank of tall windows, an arm crossed under her chest and supporting the other, the thumb of her raised hand brushing idly to and fro across her lips. She liked this penthouse. Actually, she could see herself making a permanent stay of it. Her current apartment was nice and all, but here she had more room than anywhere else she’d ever lived. She’d need to do something about the colours, of course; all these modern greys made the place practically feel like she was still in an office, depending on where she was.

By now she’d strolled through every room in the place twice over, throwing a little smirk in the direction of the plain dresser whenever she passed by. It was lucky there were already some basic furnishings, or she wouldn’t have found any place at all to leave her “passengers” while she got a full picture of her new living space. As for her own things, it was probably going to take more or less a whole day for everything to get moved over. She’d have to get those arrangements done as soon as she could, call some place with people who weren’t completely useless so she wasn’t wasting vacation time on a move.

Four months. She still almost couldn’t believe it. Her boss was a piece of shit, April May wasn’t deluded into thinking anything else. Redd White was a scuzzy, evil jerk who’d done all kinds of bad things it was best to just not think about. Things were a lot easier that way; April could just do her usual great job of managing Mr. White’s day-to-day and keeping herself on his good side, and never need to spend any time on thinking about whatever he was really doing. If Mr. White was going to give her such a big reward for what she’d done today, well… she wasn’t going to decide he was a nice guy after all or anything, but she was happy to take the longest break of her working life and make it count.

Oh, it was going to count for a lot.

So, she’d explored the whole penthouse, and enjoyed a few minutes to imagine leisurely nights in that huge bedroom.

“Well,” April said aloud, tilting her head and glancing back over her shoulder, as if to an imagined guest in the room with her, “guess it’s time for a little work from home!”

The small spark of enthusiasm that Maya had forced into her voice quickly faded in the dark interior of the drawer as she returned to Mia's side.

"No, nothing…" she said in a small voice. "It's empty, besides us."

Mia nodded. "I figured. Thanks for looking around, Maya. OK, if there's nothing around to help us--…"

Maya tilted her head at the pause. "Um, what?" she asked.

Mia gave a frustrated sigh. "No, never mind. For a second I thought about my phone, but it was sitting on my desk when she… when she suddenly showed up."

Maya's eyes brightened. "Wait, I've got mine!" She hastily rummaged through the roomy pockets of her familiar channeling robes from back home.

Mia's full attention fixed on her sister's phone as Maya produced it. A list of possibilities occurred to her; the police, her aunt Morgan back in Kurain Village, other friends and acquaintances here in the city – Maya's moment of fumbling with her phone in the partial darkness seemed to stretch on for an eternity of suddenly renewed hope.

"Ugh, the battery's pretty low," Maya said, "but if I can still get a signal…!"

Mia stared at the corner of the phone's screen, her mind suddenly racing. This was it, their one chance for salvation. All it would take was one phone call…

"Aunt Morgan, I'll call her!" Maya said. She fumbled with the phone a second longer and held it up to her ear.

… Seconds passed. The look of urgency on Maya's scared face turned slowly to dismay.

"OK, forget it, let's just try the police instead," Mia said, before Maya had even given up on the call. "If anything's an emergency, it's the double-kidnapping that--

The world wrenched sideways. Mia was hurled off her feet and heard Maya yelp in panic just before she again collided painfully with the floor. This landing was a marginal improvement over the last, only promising a sore shoulder, but that was a small comfort at best, with April May's face now looming over her again from outside the reopened drawer.

April smiled at the sight of Mia clumsily dropping to the base of the drawer when she pulled it open. The other girl in the weird clothes fell flat on her face at the same moment. April giggled. "Miss me?"

Down in the drawer, little Mia Fey shot her a positively icy look, especially for someone smaller than April's thumb.

"Aww," she cooed, "can't the mean old lawyer give me a smile once? I really—"

April broke off, noticing something else down in the drawer. A little object was lying just an inch in front of the sprawled form of Mia's sister.

"… Oh." April blinked, suddenly struck by a flash of alarm. That was a cell phone. A pretty cute one, actually, but shit… why the hell hadn't she considered the idea that one of them might have a phone? Her mock-sweetness dropped from her voice as she hastily reached a hand down and pinched the itty-bitty phone between her finger and thumb.

Its owner watched in dismay. If that homely little runt had managed to call for help while she was busy checking out her new place…

Mia felt a distinct chill at the sight of April's now-familiar smug and self-satisfied expression abruptly morphing into unmistakable anger. Her huge, looming face seemed to twist, lines that had been hidden up until now shaping all across her features and illustrating a sudden rage in their every detail.

"So," April snapped, voice now a snarl absolutely devoid of the syrupy fake-sweetness that had grated on Mia's ears every previous time she spoke, "what – I leave you girls alone a couple minutes and you're gonna pull this on me!?"

Mia felt like she was somehow getting even smaller with every word out of April's mouth.

(OK… looks like we're meeting the real April May…)

April's hand, still pinching Maya's phone between two enormous fingertips, shook a little.

"Do you have any idea how bad it would be for me if you got the cops snooping around here!?" she fumed. "A-and if anything got back to my BOSS!? Ugh…!!"

Their towering captor turned away from the drawer for a second, then returned. Her free hand appeared, fingers settling over the edge of the drawer, above.

A slight crunch sounded, and the fingers of April's other hand shifted together, fragments of Maya's instantly-destroyed phone dropping from her grip like nothing more than flecks of dust. Mia heard a whimper from her sister.

"Okie-dokie, if that's all settled…" April shook any remaining debris off her hand and seemed to begin calming down and composing herself. "I was just gonna ask you girls to help me out with a little something, but maybe a certain somebody should take a time-out and think about what she's done…"

Immediately dreading whatever it was April meant, Mia righted herself and rushed to protect Maya.

Fingers closed around her sides, pinching in and bringing her to an immediate halt. "No…!!" Mia kicked and tried to strike at the huge finger and thumb securing her, but it didn't do a thing. "MAYA!!"

And then she was rising out of the drawer. She'd barely left its boundaries when it almost violently snapped shut, and Maya's terrified face vanished from view below. With the drawer gone from beneath her, Mia got a sickening lurch in her stomach at the sight of the staggering drop all the way to a floor unbelievably far down from where April now held her. She shakily looked up as she was lifted and turned around to hover just before April's face again.

April's expression was rapidly changing back to its standard look of flirtatious smugness. "Oh, don't look all worried like that," she said, "we aren't doing anything bad! I've just got to make a few calls, is all. You know, get all settled in here! Maybe all your stuff back at your office was super tacky, but you're a lady like me; you know it's important I have all my things!"

Mia was carried to a countertop and set down, staggering on her feet. Her heeled shoes weren't really that hard to move in, especially compared to those ridiculous things that April was wearing way down there on the floor, but this wasn't a situation she had much practice with.

Sunlight streamed into the place. Now that Mia got a look around, she almost found herself admiring her surroundings; a penthouse probably worth twice what her entire office building cost, and even nearly empty of furnishings as it was now, it was a gorgeous place.

Mia jumped slightly when April slapped down a huge notepad on the counter near her. She heard a distant scraping noise, and April seemed to settle down on some kind of chair or stool at the counter. It was hard not to have her attention drift to her enormous kidnapper's enormous chest, looming over her and filling much of her vision. April's breasts looked ludicrous like this, appearing as big as entire houses and seeming like at any moment they could burst right out of her pink blazer.

April was looking down at her from above them, with a phone pressed to her ear. Off to the side, her other hand was swirling a pen through the air over the notepad she'd set down.

"I've got to call some help, get all my stuff brought over here nice and quick," April said. "I don't think you're gonna be much help there, but there was a little something I figured you could do for me~…"

Mia tensed – or rather, tensed further. She felt as if she was forgetting what it was even like to be relaxed. She did her best to keep a level expression as she looked up into April's huge eyes, their soft-brown colour almost literally sparkling in the warm light of the room.

April's lips twitched, and she smirked slightly. "How 'bout you start getting out of those clothes for me~…?"

Mia had found herself shaking several times in the past couple of hours. Fear for herself, even more so for Maya, sheer skin-crawling discomfort; right now, as her body trembled uncontrollably once again, the main reason was sheer, indignant rage.

Her blazer was lying crumpled on the countertop at her feet. Her work shoes were discarded beside it, with her skirt dropped on top of one of them. Glancing down, she could see the soft light from above glinting slightly off the polished surface of her attorney's badge, the little sunflower symbol still pinned to her blazer's lapel.

She stood barefoot on the counter, dressed in only her bra and panties, with her scarf and magatama necklace still dangling from her neck. Every last giggle she'd heard from April above her as she slowly undressed had just made her want more and more to fight back; pointlessly hurl her shoes at the horrible, pink-tinted demon of a woman taunting her. Do anything she possibly could to resist April's demands and make her regret giving them but... it would all be pointless, no matter what she did. Admitting it made her want to scream and hit something, but Mia had been reduced to such a pitifully small, and frustratingly weak size that anything she tried would be inconsequential.

"Hey," April prompted her, "look up here?"

Mia slowly looked up, glaring intensely at the impishly grinning face looming over her. If she'd still been her normal size, April's attitude might have pissed her off, sure, but she could have kept her reactions contained. Like this...

"I almost thought that was actually a corset you had on!" April laughed. "Look at you, little miss expensive-bra."

Was April even wearing a bra? Given the ridiculous gap of cleavage she was showing off, which hovered over Mia's head now like a flesh canyon wrapped in garish pink, and the fact that her large breasts were clearly almost as big as Mia's own, that idea that she wasn't seemed several steps into unbelievable. Still, it looked quite convincingly as if there really was no bra under that pink top. It was like she had instead managed to train herself so thoroughly to maintain the catty and girlish posture it appeared was her "normal" that April could keep her out-size chest supported practically on her own, with only some help from an overly-generous suit blazer.

While Mia had undressed, and April had amused herself idly poking at and pushing her around slightly with a fingertip, the looming giant secretary had been making an efficient phone call to what Mia could only assume was a moving company. The occasional moment of venom sprinkled into April's bubbly speaking voice was evidently a very effective way of getting her forward through the process of arranging her move, and now she had set her full attention onto Mia.

"Aww," April cooed, with the tone of someone responding to a disappointed kid, "I wasn't trying to be mean, don't go looking at me like a sour old lady. Maybe you really need that much support, you're covering up the cutest pair of big tits~..."

Mia gave a snarl of protest when once again April's fingertip invaded her personal space and prodded into her entire chest. She threw her upper body strength into trying to resist the huge digit, but it did nothing to help her. She gasped in alarm as April easily pushed her backward such that she toppled to the countertop, only just catching herself well enough not to have a painful landing.

But then she was pinned under April's fingertip, and could only yell in dismay and weakly bat her arms at the weight pushing her down while April playfully brushed her finger to and fro over her breasts, jostling her bra on her skin. Mia swore several times, her face flushed deeply red. She wasn't going to let this unbelievable bitch just casually molest her like she was some--

April's fingertip backed off, and Mia hesitated a second before pushing herself upright again. Out of reflex she folded her arms, her fingers digging into her shoulders. She saw April begin to smirk almost instantly, and she groaned to herself, hating how defensive and weak the posture she'd taken must have made her look.

In front of Mia, April began to slide the tip of her finger around on the countertop in small circles; it was just an idle, almost bored-looking motion, but even that was enough to reinforce in both frustrating and frightening fashion for Mia just how hopeless a difference in scale April had created with her.

Her bra was out of its proper position on her chest; she wanted to adjust it back to comfort, but with April gazing down at her, she hated the idea of doing anything else that would satisfy the way her tormentor was enjoying the power she held.

"Betcha that dressing like that makes it really easy for you to get clients in the door, huh?" was April's next remark. Mia kept quiet. "Oh, pfft, come on. I'm not even making fun of you about it! That always does plenty of work for me..."

At her last few words, April deliberately jostled her own enormous chest. The motion filled Mia's line of sight, making her feel slightly sick. She closed her eyes again, but it only caused her mind to conjure up memories of being trapped between those inescapable breasts, pressure crumpling her body in from all sides at once.

April just couldn't get over it.

Pinning helpless little Mia Fey down with a finger – the tip of one finger was all she needed, and she could turn the so-called lawyer down on her countertop into a pitiful, wriggling joke. It was...

God, she couldn't even describe the feeling. She'd never experienced anything else like it. Her whole body had seemed to tingle, and she'd felt an urge to lean in closer, see every detailed second of Mia's pathetic, frantic attempt to fight her off.

There was nothing – nothing that this grumpy little shrimp in front of her could ever do to stop her. She could do anything she wanted with Mia Fey. Anything.

Anything.

She giggled to herself. (Why don't we try a little anything right now, little Miss Fey?)

Mia had her eyes closed. April moved her hand, going to pinch the side of the tiny lawyer's plain grey panties between the nails of her index finger and thumb.

The instant she had a grip, Mia noticed and lurched on the spot. April's smirk widened at the sound of a few choice swear words from her tiny friend. Mia's puny hands rushed to try and get her underwear free of the fingernails gripping at the fabric, but there wasn't a thing she could do.

With wonderfully satisfying ease, April casually slid Mia's panties right down her gorgeous legs, the puny lady protesting all the while. "Ah, ah—" April nudged Mia backwards with her middle finger, forcing her to awkwardly stumble back and away from where her panties had now been left on the counter. April took the chance to look her over, and her eyebrows perked slightly at the sight of a cute little tuft of trimmed brown pubes she'd uncovered.

"Aw, you're gonna just let this happen?" she prodded. "Well, so glad you're getting a little more in the mood~..."

Left standing there with nothing but her scarf, necklace, and bra still on, little Mia looked the angriest April had seen her yet. She could do more...

"Hmm... play along and ditch the rest? Or I could just make you, that's fun too~!"

A few seconds passed. April almost broke out laughing at how Mia actually seemed to be thinking about the choice.

Then, Mia startled her. Without even having an obvious destination in mind, the shrunken lawyer abruptly spun on her heel and took off at a run across the countertop. Her yellow scarf trailed behind her nearly-nude figure as she rushed away from where April sat.

"H-hey...!" Frozen for just a second in surprise, April recovered and moved. Awkwardly adjusting from her leaning position on the counter, she reached forward to grab at Mia. Her elbow thumped painfully against the edge of the counter and she winced. Her expression, having just changed from smug amusement to surprise, took another shift and arrived at angry. April's hand closed the distance Mia had made easily. For a split-second she made to simply grab the puny lawyer in her fist, but she changed course at the last moment and instead snapped her fingers together on Mia's trailing scarf.

The attempted escape ended instantly. Mia's scarf yanked at her neck for a moment, and she awkwardly tumbled into a hard landing on the counter. After she'd reacted to the shock, she was fumbling frantically at the scarf until it came undone and dropped to the ground.

April exhaled, beginning to irritably tap a finger against the counter next to Mia. "Well, that was rude," she said, no trace of mock-sweetness in her tone at all anymore. While Mia was still prone on the counter, massaging at her throat after the shock of being briefly strangled by her own scarf, April pinched her by both legs and lifted her up.

Lifting her catch up to dangle before her face, April glared at Mia, who was now too shaken to return the expression. "Are you lawyers all stupid...!?" she snapped. "Or did I just get the dumb one...!?" April didn't wait for any kind of response. With her free hand, she circled around to Mia's back. Fiddling with the heavy bra that the tiny attorney wore, April got it loose and let it drop to the counter as well.

She gave a nasty laugh as Mia's enormous breasts sank awkwardly toward her upside-down face. The necklace she wore, with a little rock shaped sort of like a number-9, drooped past one of her cheeks.

"Let's make sure you understand this clearly, Mia," April said, leaning in close to the once-again terrified little attorney, "you and your hippie little sister are mine now. Are you keeping up?" She gave Mia a slight shake. "When I tell you to do something, you go ahead and do it, because that's what happens when your boss gives you an order. If I say I want you out of your clothes, then it's time to play nudist. Same goes for anything else."

April lowered Mia back to the counter, then dropped her. The tiny woman crumpled there, shakily getting herself back to a sitting position. "OK," the secretary said, "bored now. Get dressed." And with that, she stood up from her seat.

Maya wasn't crying.

When the drawer had snapped shut, the motion knocking her to the floor and leaving her in total darkness, she'd been sure for a few seconds that her violent sobs would come bursting right back to the surface. Her chest already ached and her face was streaked with red, but not so much as a single tear appeared.

The younger of the Fey sisters was pacing the darkness of the drawer, her eyes having adjusted at least slightly. Her acolyte's robes felt uncomfortable against her skin; the horrible sweat she'd been layered with thanks to her time trapped between April's gigantic breasts made her feel like she'd been working outside for hours with no time to clean herself up. She wanted to get out of these robes and wear something else, but a change of clothes was a whole lot to ask for in this empty drawer.

Mia would be OK. She had to be, she was... Mia was invincible. Maya knew her older sister could stand up to anything. She needed to believe that. It just wasn't OK to think anything else.

So Mia would be fine, and she'd find a way out of this, like she always did no matter how screwed-up a situation got.

(But this one's doing a scary-good job of being the most screwed-up...)

Maya halted, taking a breath. For a few seconds she tried listening for any sign of April's voice outside the confines of the drawer. There was no way she would hear Mia's voice right now, now matter how much she wanted to.

She couldn't hear anything. Not the slightest sound seemed to be breaking the dead-silent interior of the drawer. An irrational flash of thought prompted Maya to mutter something out loud just to assure herself she hadn't gone deaf. She laughed just a little, thinking of how silly it was to go so quickly from not even considering the idea to needing that badly to disprove it to herself.

(Right. OK, Maya...)

What she needed to do was stay strong. It wasn't going to help Mia at all for her to be falling apart all the time. She could trust her sister to fix this, but she had to help out too, and Step 1 was to stay calm, stay light.

Maya took a slow breath, patted her palms over her cheeks for a second, then tried to grin.

... No, she had to look insane right now. It was good that she didn't have a mirror, and that Mia hadn't just seen whatever expression she'd stuck on. She closed her eyes and imagined a better situation. She and Mia were supposed to have gone out for dinner, so she pictured the place they'd been planning to eat.

There. Much better. That felt like a normal smile on her face this time. Not that she was planning to wear it in front of April, but as long as she didn't make things more difficult for Mia by--

Maya uttered an involuntary gasp as the floor wrenched violently under her feet and sent her toppling over yet again.

"S-Sis!!"

She got back on her feet in a hurry, ignoring the mild pain from where she'd crashed down. Ahead of her, Mia was unceremoniously dropped back into the drawer. Maya leapt into a hug immediately.

Mia flinched when Maya's arms wrapped around her. Shaking off for the moment the ever-increasing dread that April's actions were creating in her mind, she hugged her younger sister back.

(Idiot.) She didn't deserve to be hugged by Maya like this. Not after the idiotic impulse she'd just tried to act on a couple of minutes ago. (What the hell did you even think that would do!? Just take off and hide somewhere somehow, and what? Leave Maya behind for that evil--...) She took a breath, tightening her grip around her sister's small frame. (You didn't think at all, you stupid, hard-headed...)

It was unsettling to glance up and see that April was still looming over them.

The pink-haired word-which-Mia-refused-on-principle-to-utter-in-front-of-Maya just cocked her head slightly at the sight of Mia looking up at her. She wasn't smirking or putting on that upsettingly bubbly smile; April's expression was nothing but cold now. "Cute," she said.

And then April disappeared, walking off away from the dresser.

For a few seconds, Mia held still. Maya's face turned upward the slight bit it needed to to make eye contact.

"Um... know where she's going?" Maya asked.

"... No."

To Mia's great surprise, Maya actually laughed. "Well, if we're lucky, maybe she'll trip and hurt herself! If somebody shows up to check on her, they can find and rescue us!"

Mia managed to give one little exhale of almost-laughter back. "Yeah," she said, "break one of those awful pink heels she's wearing and smack her face on something."

Maya laughed again, and Mia made a mental note to do her best at making sure it continued to happen going forward.

"Hey," Maya said once her laughter had settled down, "she didn't... do anything messed up to-... to you, did she?"

April blew out a breath, rolling her eyes at nothing. It was actually surprising how easily she'd lost her cool at something as simple as little Mia making a break for it back on the counter. Maybe nobody had pissed her off in quite a while, now that she thought about it. Well, aside from her boss, obviously, but him, well... as Bluecorp's "clients" could attest, you didn't tell Redd White he was pissing you off and not end up with much bigger problems to deal with.

(Hm. But Mia Fey went and pissed him off, so now she's the one with a pretty "big" problem of her own...)

April felt like taking a shower. Of course her new penthouse's bathroom looked wonderful, and she hadn't given that big, open shower a try yet. She had a change of clothes back in her car; she could pop back downstairs for it, come up for her shower, and then... then, she could start seeing just how much more of a "problem" she could really be for the stuffy little lawyer who'd now become her pet. Her toy.

It was official. She loved the shower.

April trailed her fingers along the smooth tile wall of the space, pacing the few full steps she had room for. She'd only ever been in a shower so large in the gym back in college, but this one was hers. Nobody's but hers, with as much room as the entire work space around her desk at Bluecorp.

She still had her panties on, the rest of her work clothes dumped in a messy heap outside the shower. Working herself out of the last of her clothes, she carelessly tossed the panties over her shoulder and switched on the water.

No, not hot enough. A little touch more, and... that was it. She stood under the stream, a wide smile on her face as she began to work the water through her pink hair.

This was a new life, her move to this penthouse. A new life, and one she was going to enjoy for every last bit it was worth.

Whether her new "roommates" wanted it or not.

If only she had her bathrobe...

April sighed theatrically to the otherwise-vacant bathroom, adjusting the towel she'd fixed around herself. A nice shower, and she felt great. Her change of clothes was ready to go as well, but at home she always liked to lounge around comfortably in her favourite fuzzy robe a little while before she got changed, if she had the time.

So, she had a couple of hours now until the movers would be getting things underway; she'd hired the services of a team that for some reason called themselves a "specialty" moving company. With clear instructions and just a little bit of "pressure" from April, they were to visit her current apartment and strip the place down of every one of her belongings as quickly as safety allowed, then bring everything straight over to the new penthouse overnight, leaving it all for her to look over. Besides the heaviest furnishings, she would sort things away as she liked them on her own afterwards.

Anyone would have been wrong to say that, at least when she cared about it, April May wasn't a hard worker.

Mia's stomach growled. The moment she felt it about to happen, she hastily tried to fake a cough.

Her conversation with Maya had slowly trailed off, ultimately leaving the sisters to pass minute after minute in close to silence, the isolation of the empty drawer still entrapping them clearly starting to affect them both.

Whatever April was doing, she was taking her time about it. Mia shook her head, gritting her teeth and resenting the idea that for any reason, her thoughts had even briefly approached wanting her bubbly pink kidnapper to come back. She looked at Maya again; her younger sister was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, arms hugging at them.

(The last thing she needs right now is to worry about you being hungry, Mia.)

The dinner they were supposed to have gone out for when Maya arrived at the office hadn't exactly remained a priority in Mia's mind in the midst of the horrible turn the evening had taken. Every time Mia closed her eyes, if her mind didn't immediately drag her back to any one horrible event since April's appearance, it would just pick another one. April looming over her just moments after she'd been shrunk, the sensation like icy claws tearing their way up her body as she realized that the same thing had happened to Maya too, the moment she'd almost fallen into despair entirely at the sight of Redd White opposite where April had been carrying her – it took all the fortitude she had not to break into uncontrollable, shuddering sobs. The idea that her single-minded drive to expose White's crimes, her carelessness – that no matter what, she had caused her poor sister to be dragged into this hell that the evening was spiralling into threatened to break her with every minute that dragged itself by.

And now she was hungry. At least Maya had picked up a snack before she arrived at the office.

... It would have been so easy to avoid letting this happen. Just the slightest difference... If only something had stopped her coming to the office, anything that might have forced her to cancel their planned visit and get a train back home to Kurain. If only Mia had met up with her instead of staying in at the office, if only she'd done anything differently--

Mia let out an involuntary choking sound at the feeling of something touching her shoulder, her whole body reacting with a violent flinch.

Maya shuffled back. "S-sorry!!" she squeaked, sudden alarm on her tired face. "Were you-... um... sorry."

"N-no," Mia said, not even thinking of how to respond. She forced herself to look calm, hating that Maya had obviously seen her staring off into the corner of the drawer in silent misery. She cleared her throat slightly. "It's nothing, Maya. Surprised me a little, that's all. I guess I could use a nap."

One side of Maya's mouth twitched upwards. She looked about to say something, but at once, both sisters had their attention suddenly drawn up to the opening of the giant drawer. April had come back.

Mia tensed immediately. She absolutely hated how vulnerable she still felt, after her last encounter with the woman.

April was leaning over the drawer again, peering interestedly down at them. She had obviously showered, going by the shine visible on her pink hair, and the towel she seemed to be wearing.

Suppressing a groan, Mia made eye contact with April, and the towering secretary put on her catty smile. Her expressions were quickly becoming much too familiar.

"Mm... Did you girls miss me? It must be super-boring in there."

"I'd rather be bored than anywhere near you..."

Mia was surprised to hear Maya's muttered comment, and had to stop herself reacting to it.

April didn't notice anything. "Well, don't you worry, I'm thinking we can all stick together for the rest of the night! Lucky for you two~..."

Maya grabbed onto Mia's arm just in time as one of April's hands descended into the drawer, and both sisters were pulled together into her grip.

---

April tilted her hand back and forth, stifling a laugh. The way she'd grabbed the two puny sisters, both of them squeezed into her fist, the taller Mia had her shoulders and head exposed, swivelling around and keeping track of what was happening to her. Her shorty little sis, on the other hand, was only just barely visible from her wide little eyes and up.

There was a distinct urge to stick a finger on top of the little brat's head and push down. April let the idea go, but she thought about it. A lot.

"You girls wouldn't believe how great my new shower here is," she said, "I've got more room to move around in there than in your whole dingy little office!"

She watched for a flash of irritation on Mia's face, but the lawyer was so small it was hard to spot facial movements sometimes.

While she moved in the direction of the bedroom, up a short set of glass stairs, April glanced down at her towel. It didn't seem like it was at risk of slipping off of her, but strangely, a little corner of her brain almost hoped it would. Suddenly the idea of seeing her helpless, shrunken friends easily dwarfed in size by her exposed breasts was almost enough to make her crack up laughing. The towel stayed fixed in place, just swishing around her knees as she moved up the stairs in her bare feet; she'd left her change of clothes up in the bedroom, and of course she was on her way there now, but now a new thought was pushing the idea of getting redressed well out of April's mind.

At the moment, the bedroom was furnished only with a bookshelf, a dresser, a huge and gorgeous bed covered in pillows, and a pair of small bedside cabinets. Still, any one of those pieces of furniture looked like it probably cost more money than Mia Fey's entire work desk and everything on it.

April didn't bother shutting the door behind her as she strolled in. A cool, panelled floor replaced the glass of the stairs under her bare feet.

Her clothes were lying on one edge of the enormous bed; she'd picked out something more casual to change into than her work wear, not that it mattered right this instant. She had decided exactly what she wanted to spend some of her remaining free time doing, and it didn't involve getting herself dressed.

"Alright, let's get you two separated."

April ignored the squeak of protest from Mia's little sister as her other hand plucked the weirdly-dressed girl from her grip. She deposited what's-her-name on top of the left bedside table, realizing as she did so that she couldn't remember what the girl's name was. Had she even heard it? Well, whatever it was, her silly topknot hairdo and weird-looking hippie clothes were better ways to keep track of her anyways. Now, as for Miss Fancy-Pants Lawyer Mia Fey...

(Or should she be "Fancy-Skirt"?)

Keeping Mia held well above the bed, April sat down on it and rolled to a comfortable position on her back. She kicked one foot into the air, resting her leg over top of her other knee. Almost instantly her towel slipped a little, revealing more of her bare legs.

Mia had needed to force herself not to shout Maya's name in concern. Making it any more obvious to April how afraid she was right now would just get the giant secretary even more keen to mock and bully her.

She was moved upright again when April got comfortable on her ridiculously big bed. The sight of the towel her captor was wearing sliding down her bare legs a bit made Mia's stomach give an uneasy turn. She'd already been forced by this evil, evil woman to get naked once, and she really wasn't in any hurry to see April do the same.

With April now lying on her back, Mia was being held over her incredibly prominent chest, the towel still covering it. April's other hand was nearby, fist closed and resting against one of her breasts. Still snared in April's other fist, with her whole body anywhere below her shoulders trapped, Mia once again had no options beyond waiting for whatever was going to happen to her, and weighing the potential results of saying anything. She couldn't really imagine April responding to her words with anything more positive than another round of her obnoxious teasing. In the negative direction, that scale of possibilities ran a lot farther. She kept quiet.

"So, we're gonna have to clear out of here in a little while," April said, "at least until tomorrow. Still, that leaves us some time, doesn't it? There must be lots of fun stuff we can do until then~..."

"You'd better not do anything!!"

Mia jerked in place, startled by the sudden shout. She looked aside, and in the corner of her vision could see April doing the same. On the surface of the huge beside table adjoining the spot where April's head was resting, Maya was on her feet and staring in the gigantic secretary's direction.

"Um... excuse me?" April sounded genuinely surprised. "OK, tell me if I'm way off here, but that sounded just a teeny-tiny bit like you were trying to tell me what to do."

When Maya shouted again, Mia was so taken aback that she almost felt something like a strange out-of-body experience. "If you touch my sister, or do anything at all to her, I'm... I'll make sure you regret it! A lot...!!"

Somewhere in her mind Mia wanted to shut down Maya's protests, for her little sister's own safety, but the feeling was finding itself at odds with a swell of blended pride and gratitude.

Unfortunately, the positive half of these feelings sank back into obscurity just a moment later, when April responded again. "Hey, little hippie girl?" Her tone was settling to a neutral level, but Mia had already experienced enough of April's personality to realize that didn't count for much. "We both know I'm the one in charge here. Zip it, 'K?"

Mia's heart felt like it was beginning an escape attempt from her chest. In her head she was pleading for Maya to back off, no matter how much she appreciated her sister's effort to protect her.

(Maya, for your own sake, just don't provoke her...!!)

The fact that she'd caused her little sister to be dragged into this nightmarish situation was already the worst mistake of Mia's entire life; so far, April hadn't bothered to subject Maya to most of the further torment and teasing she seemed to enjoy so much. Anything – anything that Mia needed to do to keep it that way... she was willing to deal with.

"Hey!" Mia shouted. In the moment that followed, she strangely felt like her voice had somehow been too loud. A slow, silent breath filled her tiny lungs as she stared right at April, determined now to keep the giant secretary's attention fixated entirely on her and away from Maya.

April again seemed to register genuine surprise, just for a beat. "... What?"

Mia steeled herself, hating what she was about to say. "What do you want me to do...?" she asked, a trace of dullness seeping into her voice.

April blinked. The surprise on her face made a shift back into her recognizable teasing expression. "Wow!" she said. "What, are you actually having fun now? ... Nope, definitely not." She giggled, and a fingertip on her other hand arose to poke playfully at Mia's front. Mia did her best to restrain her reaction. "No, you're still a total grumpy old B-word, right? But hey, if you don't want to waste any more time, great! Fun time~..."

April's fist opened wide in an instant, and the air Mia had taken in nearly choked her. She dropped, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open, as ahead of her April's huge face gazed on in amusement.

"Ngh-...!!"

Mia fell awkwardly when her feet struck down. She'd fallen right onto the makeshift plateau of April's towel, where it was suspended between the two huge protrusions of her chest. The "ground" dipped slightly under her weight on impact, and more so once she came down on her back. Recovering, she could push herself most of the way to a sitting position.

"So," April said from just above her, "what do I want you to do~...? Well, not much right now, just stay there and let's see what happens~!"

One of her fingers pressed into the towel, just to Mia's left. April pushed down, and the cloth beneath Mia sagged further.

She clutched at the towel with both hands at her sides, suddenly needing to fight gravity another way.

"Dammit...!"

She still couldn't get over the powerless feeling that sank in for her at every last reminder of how easily April could toy with her.

"Sis!!"

Mia couldn't respond to her sister's shout; not unless she diverted her focus from just keeping her position stable. Of course, April seemed set on making that impossible for her anyways.

April’s finger shifted, gliding to and fro on the towel and only making the horrible sense of unstable footing Mia was experiencing even worse. And all the while, the amused secretary uttered an almost continuous stream of little “ah, ah” and “ohh” sounds of mock-concern at Mia’s struggles.

For some reason Mia was reminded of a silly video she and Maya had seen online, with an adorable little puppy straining to climb up onto a barely-too-high armchair. April was giving her current struggle the exact same response as the puppy's cooing owner in the video.

There wasn’t even time to process in her head what the actual consequence might be if she lost her balance entirely and fell off of the towel, onto April’s upper chest. Thinking with any clarity at all had become a challenge in general; Mia's frantic breaths were filling her lungs with the strong blend of bath soap and shampoo that April had clearly enjoyed using during her recent shower. Of course all the product she used would lay on the artificial sweetness just as aggressively as the voice and personality she put on. There was a kind of cloudy daze beginning to take shape in the back of Mia's mind even as it continued to fire on all cylinders, and she needed the full strength of her concentration even more to keep it from becoming any bigger a problem.

(I've already got a huge, horrible problem...)

Mia swore as an especially aggressive finger touch from April caused her to roll on the shifting towel and flop forward. April's extended finger seemed to swing up towards her like an oncoming tree. There was an impact against her midsection, and Mia choked. Every trace of air in her lungs was expelled at once. The shrunken attorney wheezed pathetically for a second, her hands awkwardly fumbling for purchase on April's huge index finger.

She heard a giggle, and just for a second Mia imagined getting a grip on both sides of April's head and smashing it into a wall. With her eyes watering, she regained her breath. April seemed to let her stay where she was for a few seconds, slumped over the extended digit she'd slammed into.

Mia raised her head, finding herself looking right in Maya's direction. Her sister was still watching the scene with obvious intense discomfort, but it was a relief to see her showing the good judgment not to start shouting again. Unfortunately, there was much less relief in the sudden feeling of April's middle finger brushing a manicured nail against her side as it lifted up next to her. Before Mia could move, the second massive digit pressed down onto her back, and she was snared in place with a feeling distinctly like she was a bit of string about to feel the snip of a pair of scissors.

A twist of April's fingers rotated Mia in place until she was upright. "Isn't this fun?" asked that infuriatingly faux-sweet voice. "I wish we could just stay in bed all day, don't you?"

Mia clamped down on several possible remarks. April's other hand was moving, and the sight of what it was doing restored the sickly feeling that just kept bubbling up inside the captive lawyer with each new direction her torment took.

Just beneath Mia, April looped her other index finger beneath her towel, and with a deliberately slow tug, loosened it from her chest bit by bit. The curve of her breast slid into view, her pale skin giving way to her areola, and finally the nub of her nipple sprung into view.

On at least some level Mia had already been aware of the inevitability that even April's nipple alone would be unreasonably big. Still, looking down and seeing it appear to be the size of her entire head did nothing to make her feel better.

Nor did abruptly being pressed face-first into it. With a feeling like a solid punch to her face, Mia collided with the rosy nub protruding from April's tit, and before she knew it she could feel a fingertip sitting on the back of her head, keeping her exactly where she was in an impromptu nuzzle.

She cursed several more times, running through a variety of especially harsh insults directed towards April, every one of them muffled into the secretary's breast.

April really, honestly couldn't have put together the words to describe how great she felt about herself as she carried on.

She could, without question, do anything she liked to Mia. Again and again and again her brain returned to that simple fact; there wasn't a damn thing little Miss Mia Fey or her sister could possibly do to stop her playing around like this for as long as she felt like, and in any ways she could ever want. It had only been a handful of hours, and this was her life now. This break from work, this penthouse, and most importantly this adorable little ex-lawyer to push around. Like a perfect little pet and servant in one, Mia was going to do whatever she was told. Sure, maybe she would make a fuss about it sometimes, and she'd probably be an annoyance now and then, but she would follow whatever instructions April gave her.

April gazed at little Mia squirming and fighting to no effect against her boob, thinking it all over.

"Oh!" She blinked, thinking suddenly of something that, now that she did think about it, was really pretty obvious. "Duh! I'm being so silly~..."

When April eased up on the light pressure keeping Mia stuck to her tit, she couldn't help but giggle again at the absolutely precious look of fury Mia threw at her.

(Ooh, someone's pretty mad...)

Not only did Mia look incredibly and very genuinely pissed off at her, but she seemed to be so angry she couldn't even hold still. She was resting on one elbow. On her other hand, with its palm pressed down to the areola underneath her, her tiny fingers were twitching and flexing as she shook with rage.

Enjoying it so much to see that level of outrage being sent her way was unexpected. April filed away a mental note for the future; she'd have to see just how many other ways she could find to piss Mia off that badly. But right now, there was something more important she had to switch focus over to.

"So," she said, "I was just thinking... pets need food, right? And since you—" She jabbed her finger playfully back down between Mia's shoulders, shoving her down into another faceplant against her skin, "... are officially my favourite little pet now, I've got some responsibilities, right? I wouldn't want a little sweetie like you to be hungry!"

She hated to cut this fun activity short, but it wasn't as if she couldn't get back to it later. April closed her fist around Mia again and adjusted her towel back into place, securing it with her chest covered again. She swung her feet back to the floor, and once she was up, she grabbed the clothes she'd prepared.

It was a fun challenge to get herself dressed while keeping Mia securely closed up in her fist. The fact that she obviously didn't really need to do it just made it that much funnier. Now dressed in a comfy and slightly sporty outfit with a long hoodie over top of the rest, April finally took a look at Mia again. The poor thing looked pretty tired by now.

"Aw, you've been working really hard, haven't you? Well, nothing we can't fix up with some food!"

It was time to go out; April was starting to feel hungry herself, and of course, if the movers were going to be so busy in here soon, she'd need someplace else to sleep for the night.

She was pretty sure she heard Mia trying to protest as she swung her hand down to her backside, but didn't really care. Suppressing a laugh, she stuffed her little passenger right into the back pocket of the pants she'd put on.

Mia seemed to manage to get a grip on the edge of the pocket at the last second and avoid disappearing into it entirely.

April just rolled her eyes. "Ah, ahh~!" With one more push from her fingers, she shoved Mia all the way down, and like that her new pet was secure, reduced to a weak little wriggle trapped against her by a solid layer of fabric.

She was almost out the bedroom door when she finally remembered. "Oh-- gee, that's embarrassing..."

Strolling back to the table next to the bed, April grabbed Mia's sister and carelessly stuffed her into her back pocket as well.

"OK, comfy there, ladies?"