Sammi was deposited into the dollhouse-birdcage she shared with Lucy and Ryan, and immediately sought out her two friends. She had a raging question in the back of her mind.

"Lucy!" the two-inch blonde called. "I'm home!"

"Ha, ha," Lucy laughed sarcastically, climbing down from the second level of their home within Naomi's bedroom. "Never heard that one before."

"It's the only joke I have," Ryan said defensively, climbing up the miniature spiral staircase built into the leg of the table their cage rested on.

"There's something I have to know," Sammi said quietly, craning her neck up at her six-inch roommates, who were still tall enough that she looked up at their crotches.

"Shoot," Lucy said, and she and Ryan took a seat so their little friend would no longer be looking up at them.

"So, you guys know how I shrank," Sammi began.

"No, I don't, actually," Ryan interjected, but Lucy smacked him on the back of the head and motioned for Sammi to continue. 

"But I don't know your stories," Sammi finished her sentence. "Why are you guys this small, and why are you so cool with it?"

Lucy smiled softly. "This is a long story, so I guess we should start at the beginning, around 17 years ago. It was Naomi's 13th birthday . . ."

\\\17 Years Ago//////

Lucy Young gulped quietly. The fourteen-year-old brunette might not have developed physically as quickly as her best friend (seriously, what 13-year-old is a C cup), but she was definitely mentally more mature, and had known for a little over a month that what she felt for Naomi Cruz went beyond friendship. She hadn't intended to tell her that, though.

And yet, when the ever-so-trusting ravenette had asked her parents to invite Lucy in in her stead as she was in the shower, the slightly older girl poked through her friend's stuff, looking for some indication that Naomi had at least started developing sexual attraction, period.

No such luck; Naomi was, mentally at least, still firmly in the realm of childhood, with toys strewn about haphazardly, and a dollhouse set up with such delicate care you could tell the girl playing with them fully believed they were people. It was at that point that Lucy began flipping through Naomi's sketchbook (she was actually a pretty good artist), and the girl herself returned.

"You're looking through my drawings, Lucy?" Naomi asked, her tone one of confusion, mixed with pride in her artwork (a hobby she'd sadly drop in high school, mostly due to a rather vicious rant from her father that she would never be a famous artist, crushing her dream entirely).

"Y-yeah," Lucy stuttered, disappointed. Naomi was just too much of a kid to return her feelings.

It was then that Lucy got an idea- she'd figure out if she had a shot by playing with the girl and making "idle" chatter. It'd be foolproof. 

And, surely enough, Lucy found out that while Naomi had yet to experience sexual desire for herself, was surprisingly knowledgeable about sexuality, and was open-minded and good-hearted to a fault. As honest as Lucy had been raised to be, she had a stray devious thought of guilt-tripping Naomi into dating her.

(((Now)))

"Oh, really?" Naomi smirked, having been listening in on Lucy's story for the past several minutes. "You're saying that even if I wasn't attracted to you, you would've tried to find a way?"

Lucy went red, and backpedaled- she had never intended for Naomi to hear how close she had come to being Naomi's first manipulative girlfriend. "I- I can explain-"

"That's adorable!" Naomi squealed, and the entire dollhouse watched as Naomi's features scrunched in excitement, and her joy had her massive assets bouncing. 

Lucy let out a sigh of relief, and continued.

\\\17 Years Ago//////

Eventually, the conversation went somewhere interesting. 

"It's kinda sad that I can't BE a doll," Naomi sighed.

"Why?" Lucy asked, intrigued. 

Naomi looked at Lucy, with a powerful look in her chocolate colored eyes that made the budding bisexual squirm internally. "Think about it- dolls never have to try hard to do anything! They never have to get up early or do homework, and all they have to do is sit around and look pretty! They just have to make whoever owns them happy!"

"I wish I could be your doll," Lucy blurted, covering her traitorous mouth with her hands.

"What?!" Naomi asked, her voice a mess of emotions: confusion, excitement, tenderness. She put a hand on Lucy's shoulder to ask her to clarify what she had meant.

Then Lucy's world went bright.

Suddenly, she was somewhere alien. It was like she was in a field of scratchy cotton, and there was a huge, purple-and-yellow house dominating her vision. But what was casting that shadow? 

Lucy followed the shadow's source, across the white ground, up to Naomi's titanic form, a heart-wrenching expression on her face. She was crying, her face a mess of fear and guilt.

"I'm sorry!" Naomi whispered, distraught. "I don't know how I did it, I'm sorry for not warning you, I'm sorry for being an Unbound . . . and I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," she finished quietly. 

The tiny teenager almost questioned what Naomi meant, but her friend's now-massive, very soft hand picked her up gently, and placed her inside the dollhouse before shutting it, taking away most of the light. "No! PLEASE! Let me out! Naomi, I'm scared!" Lucy shook with her fear- she had a paralyzing phobia of the dark.

With a quick motion, the plastic clicked back open, and Lucy found herself clutched tightly to her raven-haired friend's soft breast. "I can't do it!" Naomi cried. "I can't be mean to you like that, please forgive me, Lucy . . . I just don't wanna die!" 

Lucy froze, realization tracking it's way into her mind. To do this, Naomi had to be an Unbound, and given that there had been a very recent news story about an Unbound girl no older than 8 being brutally beaten to death . . . Naomi had every right to be scared. Lucy comforted her now-gigantic friend. "I'd . . . I'd never tell, Naomi. Don't cry. Shh. Everything is going to be alright. I got my wish now, on your birthday."

Naomi looked down at her friend in confusion, tears dripping from her eyes. "Wh-what? Your . . . wish?"

Lucy nodded, accepting the role fate had given her. "I'm your doll now, Naomi. Your pet. Keep me safe, keep me fed, keep me warm, and I'll look pretty and make you happy. I did ask to be a doll, remember?" She hugged Naomi's soft breast as best she could, trying to comfort her friend, her crush. Her new owner.

A shiver went down Lucy's spine at the thought.

Naomi's bright smile appeared, and she hugged Lucy even closer. "You'll be my favorite doll," she said, her voice set and determined. "I'll never put you away in the toybox, you sleep with me. I'll take good care of you, Lucy. I promise."

Lucy blushed like crazy.

(((Now)))

"And I did," Naomi said proudly. "Even when my parents punished me and sent me to bed without dinner, I would find something for Lucy to eat. She's my favorite little pet, isn't that right?" Naomi's long finger extended through the bars of the cage, stroking Lucy's spine and making the six-inchbrunette purr in pleasure.

Lucy nodded, her face split by a huge, goofy smile. All these years later, Naomi could still make her blush.

Ryan raised an eyebrow at Lucy. "Wait, she shrank you when she was 13? You'd already been her pet for THREE YEARS when I met you?"

"Yes," Lucy sighed.

"But, Yvette was still Naomi's first girlfriend, right?" The blond boy seemed to want this to be true, much to Sammi's confusion.

"No, actually," Lucy and Naomi responded in unison. They stopped for a second, both nodding to the other as a go-ahead to continue. 

"Yvette was the third girl I dated," Naomi said softly, as if not wanting to continue that train of thought. Before Sammi could ask further, Naomi stood and left the room, quickly deciding she wanted nothing to do with this conversation. 

Lucy sighed. "Naomi's first girlfriend was a girl she met when she was 15. Her name was Rebecca. Rebecca Sinclair."

\\\15 Years Ago//////

"Lucy!" Naomi squealed in glee. "Guess what?"

"What?! Lucy asked, annoyed- she had taken to sleeping while Naomi was at school, and she still didn't take to being woken well. Usually, Naomi was considerate about this.

"Sorry," Naomi said, sheepish with embarassment. "I got excited. A senior asked me out! She's HOT, too, drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Does the hot senior have a name?" Lucy asked wryly.

"Rebecca Sinclair," Naomi breathed, making it sound like the name alone had her close to orgasm. "She's 18, and she has that dangerous Goth thing going, and . . . nnf!"

Lucy was concerned for her titanic friend. Something was definitely suspicious about a girl like that taking such an interest in Naomi. It's not that there was anything wrong with Naomi- Lucy herself was still very attracted to her teenage owner- but an 18-year-old Goth girl was just slightly out of her league. Not wanting to kill Naomi's moment, though, she faked a happy smile. "So you two have a date?"

Naomi nodded. "Mm-hm. For Friday."

Lucy wondered how to breach the topic of Rebecca maybe being a liar- Naomi was and endless bounty of joy and goodwill, and would often be seriously nice even to people that bullied her. She couldn't really take anyone being hurt, though, and would try to break up fights only to get herself beat up in the process- an outcome she was perfectly okay with. Lucy loved that about Naomi. Still, it made it difficult to explain to her that there were some people who would only hurt her if she showed them that boundless love.

However, as Lucy was lost in thought, Naomi had left the room to do her homework. Ever since Naomi had shown her parents what had become of Lucy, they had cracked down hard on when and how long Naomi could be left alone with her tiny friend. As Naomi's mother said, "it's not that we don't trust you, but . . . look at it from Lucy's point of view. Would you want this giant bearing down on you at all hours of the day?"

Had they been able to understand Lucy, she would've replied that she would've accompanied Naomi to school in her backpack if it would've made the big girl happy, but they didn't, and Naomi was infuriatingly obedient, the ultimate goody-two-shoes.

As for Lucy's parents, they occasionally visited to check in, but they were slowly acclimating to the "pet" angle and would talk to Naomi more as a pet-sitter than as Lucy's caretaker and friend.

\\\That Friday Evening//////

"Lucy . . . I'm sorry, but . . ." Naomi whimpered, sounding both excited and defeated. 

Lucy sat up in her bed (actually a throw pillow in a box) in an instant. "But what?" Lucy asked, terrified. "Am I getting smaller?"

"N-no," Naomi whispered. "Rebecca didn't really like me that much, so I was just telling her stuff . . ."

Lucy was not surprised. She had had a bad feeling about the older girl. "Why are you apologizing, though?" She asked softly. 

"I told her about you . . . and she became very interested," Naomi said, wincing. "She wants proof . . . she wants to see you."

"So this is your room," a strong voice rang out. She sounded old enough to be one of Gloria's friends- but nowhere near as meek. 

"Rebecca!" Naomi whined, turning away from the closet Lucy slept in. "I- I thought I asked you to stay downstairs!"

"Nah," the voice, obviously belonging to Rebecca, said in contempt. "If you're gonna be my girlfriend, I need to know about you. You do want to be my girlfriend, right?" A hand, with black nails and a ring with a ruby in its skull's-mouth setting, grabbed Naomi's chin and tickled beneath it.

"Y-Yes . . . so much," Naomi mumbled happily, the twinge of guilt disappearing.

"So, where's this tiny chick? In here?" Rebecca asked, yanking the closet door open wider.

Lucy shrieked. Naomi was big, but she always had Lucy in her hand, or kneeled down if Lucy was on the floor. Gloria was big, but was always seated at her desk, which Lucy stood on to talk to her. The girls' parents were big, but when she saw them she was comfortably in Naomi's hand. Rebecca was standing, looking down at Lucy, who was basically on the floor at this point.

Huge black combat boots supported thick leather-covered pillars of leg, which met at hips more than twice as wide as Lucy was tall. A ragged shirt with a faded band logo concealed breasts that could smother Lucy without hope of resistance, which were supported by horizontal columns of pale, crossed arms. Above all that, a smirking face, with black eyeliner and violet lipstick, eyes the color of ice, and hair the same color as her lips, with a simple streak of ruby red for contrast.

Lucy's utter terror abated somewhat when Naomi stepped in. "At least kneel down, Rebecca, you're scaring her."

"Fuck," Rebecca whispered, acquiescing to Naomi's request without a thought. "You're an Unbound? You . . . did this to her? Made a person into your fucking pet?"

"Yes," Naomi said shyly. "Her name is Lucy. She's my best friend."

"I'd imagine," Rebecca laughed, raising an eyebrow and darting her eyes back at Naomi for a second.

It didn't look like Naomi got the double entendre, but Lucy did and lit up in a blush. "Naomi . . . she just made a joke about you using me to masturbate," she passed on the knowledge. 

NOW Naomi blushed. "I wouldn't do that to her!" The dark-skinned girl replied, wide-eyed at what she'd been told.

"Maybe we should fix that," Rebecca said teasingly, enjoying Naomi's flustered reaction.

Lucy nearly collapsed. Maybe Rebecca wasn't so bad.

((((((Now))))))

"I, uh . . . probably should go somewhere else," Ryan muttered. He walked away quickly, and Sammi could see that the six-inch boy had . . . enjoyed hearing about Rebecca.

"You'll be back in two minutes!" Lucy called after him.

Ryan's middle finger poked from around the corner as he continued hurrying away.

Sammi herself was drawing uncomfortable parallels with Rebecca and Lorelei. "I guess Naomi just has a type, doesn't she?"

Lucy snorted. "Yeah- older than her, big-breasted, and abusive."

\\\15 Years Ago//////

As it turned out, Lucy's first instinct had been right. Rebecca had distinctly expensive taste, and it turns out that the ability to shrink things comes in handy for shoplifting. Rebecca would deprive Naomi of the affection and attention she craved until she could break the girl's moral conviction enough to convince her to steal jewelry, clothing, CDs, or anything else her whims demanded at the moment. 

Then, eventually, Rebecca somehow discovered that Naomi's sensitive ears, once played with enough, would trigger Naomi's powers against her will. The teenage sneak-thief merely took Naomi along on dates, got her hot and bothered, and pocketed whatever she had managed to point Naomi's hands at. Then, once the duo got back, she easily convinced her fifteeen-year-old girlfriend to return anything she had stolen to normal size. 

By selling some of what she had stolen, the eighteen-year-old terror had gotten her hands on tickets to a concert, and convinced Naomi to go . . .

"I'm ready," Naomi said, "but Lucy said she wants to go, too. Can she ride in your bag?"

Rebecca nodded. "Don't worry, she'll be with me. I'll go get her."

Lucy overheard the conversation, her stomach writhing in dread. She had wanted to go in Naomi's purse to keep an eye on her owner, and keep her safe. But in Rebecca's purse, and at a loud concert, she'd never be able to contact Naomi.

Rebecca bounded into the room, and Lucy stood her ground on Naomi's desk. She would find a way to keep Naomi from doing anything stupid.

"Hey there, chitterbug," Rebecca said with a haughty smirk. "I know I told Naomi you'd be going in my purse, but there's something I've wanted to do with you ever since I met you . . ." she said, wrapping her fingers around Lucy's body. 

"Hey! Let me go, you huge bitch! I'll tell Naomi! She'll break up with you if anything happens to me!" Lucy yelled, struggling against the older girl's long fingers. She knew Rebecca would never be able to understand her, but anyone would see how angry the six-inch brunette was.

Rebecca peeled back the waistband of her jeans and underwear, and crammed Lucy down. "Nnf . . . Yeah. Try not to struggle. You'll only get me off, and drown yourself. 'Kay? See you in a few hours."

Lucy was face-to-lips with the teenage titan's unkempt entrance, shoving wild pubic hair from her face. "Don't you dare-"

Rebecca let go of her waistband, depriving Lucy of air inside her criminally tight- yet strategically bulky- jeans. To anyone not a half-foot from the eighteen-year-old's crotch, it would be impossible to tell Lucy was there.

One two-hour drive later (in a car that Naomi's shoplifting skills had provided Rebecca the money to purchase), the teenage lesbian couple was inside a cramped pit, surrounded primarily with twentysomething hard rockers with drugs in their system, listening to what had to be the angriest skinny white guy in existence- and that's saying something. 

Lucy took measured breaths, trying not to move, trying not to freak out, but she was pinned against the pussy of a titanic bitch who was constantly jumping and stomping to the beat of a punk rock song. Essentially, Lucy was minimizing the amount of sexual fluid dripping into her nose and mouth, and not very well.

Eventually, however, the two girls were stopped by a bouncer, who carded them. Rebecca was unwilling to leave this concert, though, and pressed Naomi's palm against the large man's arm.

"Rebecca . . ."  Naomi whimpered, "let go-"

"No, we're not fucking leaving, I paid for these tickets," Rebecca said angrily, running her tongue along Naomi's earlobe.

Naomi began breathing heavily. "No, you don't-"

"You don't tell me no," Rebecca said, nibbling on the sensitive lobe.

"Please, no . . ." Naomi growled. Rebecca had triggered Naomi's powers . . . entirely forgetting that the hand unoccupied with holding Naomi's against the bouncer was holding Naomi's other hand.

Rebecca and the bouncer fell out of their clothes, screaming. 

Lucy, now freed from the oppressive pressure of Rebecca's body, scrambled to find her ravenette owner, and dashed across the dangerous floor to Naomi's ankle. She looked over her shoulder in satisfaction as a sneaker-clad foot slammed on the woman who had made Naomi insecure, who had tortured Lucy herself for the last two and a half hours, who had robbed countless stores and used Naomi to do it.

Adios, bitch, Lucy thought with satisfaction. 

Naomi flushed with relief on seeing Lucy. "Lucy, you're okay . . . why are you wet?" she asked, lifting the tiny girl to her face. "Never mind- did you see what happened to Rebecca?"

Lucy's stomach dropped. Naomi had been in love with Rebecca- the brunette had forgotten that in righteous anger. Naomi cried at seeing an injured dog- how would she react upon learning her girlfriend was now a stain on a dirty sneaker sole?

"She's- she's dead, Naomi. She got stomped on," Lucy said, deciding honesty was the best policy where this was concerned. 

Naomi rushed outside, opened the door to Rebecca's car, and sat inside before the waterworks started. Unbound or not, she was a fifteeen-year-old girl who just learned her first crush had died. Beyond that, she was sensitive. Beyond even that, she had some reason to feel responsible. 

"I'm . . ." she sobbed and sniffed, her features marred by grief, guilt, and sorrow, "I'm a MURDERER! MURDERER, MURDERER, MURDERER!" With each instance of the word "murderer", she brought Rebecca's car key into her arm, causing hideous bruises.

"No you're not!" Lucy called loudly, startling Naomi. "Rebecca shrank herself, and you're not the one who stepped on her. If anything, you're the gun, and Rebecca pointed you at herself!"

"B- but I-"

"But nothing!" Lucy was furious at Rebecca enough as it was, she would not have Naomi get the death penalty for a murder she wasn't responsible for thanks to the bitch. "Say it: you were the gun."

"I . . . was the gun," Naomi said softly, tears still streaking down her face.

Lucy nodded. "This was not your fault, because a gun can't stop itself when someone pulls its trigger."

"This was not my fault," Naomi repeated numbly, "A gun can't stop itself when someone pulls its trigger."

Lucy nodded. "That's much better."

Naomi blinked back further tears. "Lucy . . . can a gun stop someone from pulling its trigger?"

"You can," Lucy replied, still speaking slowly, "but you didn't know that. Now you do, and you can make sure no one touches your trigger again."

Naomi nodded, her jaw set. "No one will ever touch my trigger."

((((((Now))))))

Sammi paled. "That's why she never let me touch her ears?"

Lucy nodded quietly. "No one has ever touched them since Rebecca. From now on, you will not say that name," she intoned, looking in Sammi's direction, and sparing a glance at Ryan, who had returned as she was telling the story. "Do you understand me? We are pets. We keep Naomi happy, and we get everything we need. The bitch is a subject that makes Naomi cry. That name is not to pass your lips unless you want me to ask Lorelei to kill you for good. Do you understand me?"

Ryan and Sammi nodded quickly. 

"Good," Lucy said.

Just as Lucy was satisfied that neither Ryan nor Sammi would never think of saying Rebecca's name in Naomi's presence again, a certain redhead made her way into the bedroom, bounding towards the dollhouse-birdcage in anger.

"Lucy, you have five seconds to explain why Naomi was crying in my lap," Lorelei said in her feather-light, razor-edged tone of true fury.

"We'd been discussing Naomi's earlier relationships," Lucy said slowly, Sammi translating to make up for the squeak-speak language gap. "We just finished talking about Rebecca, ex number one. I was about to tell Sammi and Ryan about ex number two."

Lorelei was livid, but knelt beside the cage anyway. "Toy, I want you to keep translating. I want to hear this."

Sammi nodded in fear, unwilling to go against an angry Lorelei. 

Lucy sighed. "Well, we have to go back 14 years . . ."

\\\14 Years Ago//////

16-year-old Naomi Cruz adjusted her glasses over her nose, still not used to the sensation of them being there. "Okay, Lucy, I want you to hide, okay? Make sure my tutor doesn't see or hear you- I'd kinda rather she doesn't know about you, or by extension me."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Lucy said, immediately rushing to the relative safety of the dollhouse, now seated firmly beside a lamp to better allow light inside.

Naomi left the room, the tremors accompanying her footfalls growing faint as she grew further away. Not too long afterward, she returned, accompanied by a somewhat short woman, with a very elegant look to her- high cheekbones, a large, sweeping forehead, eyes slanted in a very Asian way, and an olive skin tone betraying Mediterranean descent. What drew Lucy's attention, though, was the large chest in proportion to the body- essentially guaranteeing that her owned would have a crush on the tutor before the session was out.

"So, Ms. Thetonopolous," Naomi started, "thank you for agreeing to tutor me on such short notice . . . I kinda suck where European history is concerned," the girl said, being brutally honest about her own faults.

"History comes with memorization- your memory cannot be that poor, can it?" The tutor smirked, offering a compliment so backhanded the insult was plain as day. "And please, call me Pria- my last name is just so stuffy. Besides, you pronounced it improperly."

"R-right," Naomi said, facing the floor. "I'm- I'm sorry Ms.- er, I mean, uh, Pria," the younger girl said, blushing up to her ears.

Pria smiled widely. "Now, let us begin."

((((((Now))))))

"Wait a second," Lorelei said, her voice surprisingly hesitant. "You can't mean to tell me that Naomi dated this chick, can you?"

"Not for the reasons you might think," Lucy said sadly.

\\\14 Years Ago//////

Naomi had taken to frequently inviting Pria in by herself, given how frequently her parents were out- Gloria usually arrived before the tutoring sessions were over to see the woman out, though.

"So, you're telling me your sister won't be showing up and breathing down my neck partway through our session?" Pria asked, with a mild grin.

Naomi shook her head. "She left me by myself tonight, because she's pulling an all-nighter studying with some friends of hers from the college."

Pria nodded. "That's much better. Truth be told, I don't think she likes me very much."

Naomi blushed. "No, it's that she doesn't trust me. There's something you need to know-"

"You're a lesbian," Pria said, not allowing Naomi to finish. "I know. It's not exactly something you keep secret- I don't even think you're capable of keeping secrets."

From her hiding spot in the dollhouse, Lucy silently scoffed. The things Pria didn't know about Naomi could blow her mind.

Naomi, for her part, stammered and stuttered nonsensically, and rushed out of the room. "I have to use the bathroom!" The teenager called by way of poor excuse.

Meanwhile, the tutor grinned, before checking a few of Naomi's stuffed animals for a reason she didn't voice aloud. Then, once her check of the room was completed to her liking, she opened a small container from her pocket and dumped it in Naomi's glass of iced tea.

Lucy was confused, but didn't dare speak out.

((((((Now))))))

"No," Lorelei whispered softly. "She didn't . . ."

Lucy nodded gravely, and everyone present had their faces contort in anger.

"She was sixteen!" Ryan yelled, startling everyone with uncharacteristic rage.

Lorelei nodded, to indicate Lucy continue. "From now on, I need to know everything, Luce."

\\\14 Years Ago//////

When Naomi returned, she took a long, nervous drink of her newly-spiked iced tea, and looked at anything she could that wasn't Pria's face. She grimaced slightly at her drink's altered taste, but made no comment. "This won't . . . be a problem, though, right?"

"I've tutored you this long," Pria said with a dangerous smirk, "and we haven't had any issues. Should it be? Should I fear for my body, Naomi? Do you intend to force yourself on me?"

"N-never," Naomi stuttered, taking another quick drink of her iced tea. "I just want my girlfriend to love me . . . yeah, you're hot, but . . ."

"But?" Pria asked calmly, her eyebrow raised.

Naomi shook her head violently, as if to clear it. "You're my tutor . . . you wouldn't love me. You know how stupid I am sometimes."

Pria laughed, putting her hand on her teenage pupil's shoulder. "And anyone who dates you won't? I care about you, Naomi, and-"

Naomi suddenly shifted forward, practically pouncing on Pria, knocking the twenty-year-old against the dollhouse, soundly knocking Lucy out.

\\\The Next Morning//////

Naomi woke, groaning, waking Lucy at the same time. Lucy watched as Naomi's face quickly flushed with realization at what she had done the previous night- before immediately draining in horror.

Pria stirred awake beside Naomi, and the sixteen-year-old began to panic as her tutor's eyes began to open. The older female's face smiled lightly as she yawned, before contorting in anger so unbelievable Lucy thought it might have been fake.

"You . . . ugly bitch!" Pria said, throwing punches at Naomi that landed with a terrible lack of resistance. "I tell you I care about you, and you decide that's an okay to shove me down and fuck me?! No wonder I'm the only person who loves you!"

Naomi sat through the vicious assault, whimpering and sobbing lightly, accepting the punishment Pria felt right to dish out. However, you could practically see her ears perk up at Pria's words. "You . . . love me?" Naomi said in soft confusion, her gaze timidly shifting to Pria. 

"Well, yeah," Pria replied quickly- Lucy was offended by how audacious the lie was, as anyone could see that Pria's anger and "love" towards Naomi were absolutely fake.

Anyone, that was, except Naomi herself. She bought the lie, and hugged Pria immediately, sobbing apologies into the woman's arm, begging forgiveness. 

Lucy felt sick merely watching all this- how could her friend and owner be so easy to fool?

((((((Now))))))

"This bitch," Lorelei said, trembling with rage, "had the nerve- the fucking gall- to drug Naomi, take advantage of her, and then claim she loved her?!" The titanic redhead was barely containing the urge to rush out of the house, find wherever Pria lived now, and kill her a few dozen times. 

"Lorelei," Lucy said quietly, and Sammi translated as she had been, "do everyone a favor and calm down."

"Calm down? Are you kidding? I just learned that my fiancee's first time was given to a rapist!" Lorelei's tone was caustic. "How would letting that bitch go about her normal life be doing Naomi a favor?"

"Lorelei, I want you to think about something," Lucy started by way of reply. "What do Ryan and I, and now Sammi, do as Naomi's pets? What would you say our job is, that justifies Naomi throwing her money around to care for us?"

Lorelei shrugged. "I didn't think you did anything."

Lucy sighed. "To try to repay all that Naomi does- she feeds me, she houses me, she takes care of me when I'm sick- my job is to keep her happy. She has a bad day, I'm right there to try to make it all better. She's feeling unattractive again, I'm here to tell her she's beautiful, she's sexy, and whatever someone else said wasn't something they meant. She's crying, I'm right there to be her tissue if need be. Sound familiar?"

Lorelei's eyes widened. "I do all that for her," she whispered. 

Lucy nodded. "Naomi has a lot of money now, a lot of love to give, but her bubble of joy is really easy to pop if you seriously want to. So, she throws all that money and affection at people she hopes will never leave her. She's scared, Lorelei. Short of me, everyone she's ever loved left her or made her leave for years. The only reason Gloria came back into her life was because she was following you," the tiny brunette said, starting to cry. "I wish I could be enough for her. I really do, but . . . I can't date her. So I tried to help her find someone who could, and now . . . I think I've been replaced. You love her as much as I do, you're just about as dependent on her as I am, so she knows you'd never leave, and I just . . ." Lucy completely breaks down in sobs, giving up the ghost for the first time in far too long, exposing the fears and doubts she felt she had to hide for years.

Ryan and Sammi hug their "roommate", and Lorelei gives Lucy's words some thought. Eventually, Lucy regains her composure, and resumes telling the story.

"So it began," she continued, not bothering with imitating voices or acting anything out, just sitting there and telling the story she'd never wanted to witness. "Naomi would go out for hours on end, and come back home, always with new bruises, always apologizing to me for being such an ugly bitch- I kinda hadn't told her how I felt about her yet- and yet she never once complained. There were times I think Pria slept with her again, because those were the nights Naomi came back happy and loved, but even then there were new bruises- and never on Naomi's face or hands. Always easy ones to cover up. I never spoke up, though- I had no idea what to say. I knew something felt wrong, but I just kept feeling scared of what Naomi would do once I told her what I felt. So I bottled it up. I never said a word wrong about Pria to Naomi."

The girl took a breath and continued. "Eventually, that May, Pria got bored of Naomi and dumped her. I've never seen her so broken. I helped where I could, but . . . I started just being there to comfort her, and she eventually felt better."

Lucy excused herself, and rushed off to the small home's bathroom. 

Sammi, glad to no longer be translating, looked up at Lorelei. "I know Lucy said you shouldn't hurt Pria, but . . . I think that's bullshit. If you ever find that bitch, I'll help kill her a few times. Nothing I ever did compares to the shit this bitch put her through."

Lorelei nodded in agreement. "I have a few ideas," she said, her eyes darkening in complete hatred.

"And now we get to me," Ryan said, with Sammi carrying the translation for Lorelei. Lucy returned, wiping her eyes.

"Now, it all started when we were doing a group project together, about 14 years ago . . ."

\\\14 Years Ago//////

Ryan Adams ran his fingers through his hair. He was at that Cruz girl's house, and while she had said the bathroom was just upstairs, he'd opened three different doors, none of which led to a bathroom. 

On his third attempt, he found the girl's bedroom, which he would have left immediately, we're it not for something very specific on the desk that caught his attention. 

A six-inch tall brunette, styling her hair with a doll-sized comb, clothed only in a handkerchief, as she'd been bathing recently, most likely in the sink just beside the desk.

The tiny girl chittered something, sounding quite a bit like a squirrel asking a question. 

When no response was received, she looked in Ryan's direction and froze, before screaming.

*** *** ***

Lucy Young had been taking a quick bath in the sink she'd had Naomi get installed in her room, preferring that to walking all the way down the hall to get herself clean.

While sometimes it was nice to have Naomi clean her with those long, deft artist's fingers, Lucy liked feeling like she wasn't totally helpless, and taking her own baths occasionally helped with that.

The seventeen-year-old heard Naomi's door open, but the footsteps sounded heavier than Naomi's. "Gloria, is that you?" Lucy asked- while no one besides Naomi understood her, Gloria claimed she was making headway into learning the squirrel-like noises everyone else heard when she spoke.

When this didn't garner a response, Lucy turned towards the door, almost about to be mad at one of the Cruz family for lingering in doorways- but it wasn't a Cruz. 

It was a blond boy, with large brown eyes.

Lucy screamed, before internally reminding herself that Naomi was an out-and-out lesbian, and not bisexual like herself. Naomi wouldn't have gotten a boyfriend, especially only a few months after Pria shattered her heart . . . again.

Lucy looked up at the relative titan in interest. While not exactly stunning, the young man was reasonably attractive, especially considering that Lucy was a sucker for expressive eyes (one of many reasons she had fallen for Naomi).

If things were different . . .

*** *** ***

Ryan looked down at the tiny girl, and was unable to get the thought out of his head that she was quite possibly the single most attractive girl he'd ever seen.

"Uh . . . hi. I'm Ryan. Ryan Adams. I go to class with Naomi," he said sheepishly. 

A chittering response met Ryan's ears, and a translation in a familiar voice came from behind him. "She says that her name is Lucy Young, and she's my friend and . . . pet? Really, Lucy?"

More chittering, and Ryan turned around to face his dark-skinned classmate, who was adjusting her falling glasses. "You shouldn't introduce yourself as my pet, Lucy. It just sounds wrong. I don't own you."

Ryan looked back and forth between the tall-ish girl and her incomprehensibly tiny friend, unable to process this. 

*** *** ***

"Naomi, you feed me, you pet me, and your parents just made you responsible for carrying me to the bathroom. I live in your room. When I'm not in bed with you, I sleep in a box with a pillow in it- Naomi, there is no denying I'm your pet," Lucy said, taking the title of 'Naomi's Pet' as a badge of honor. "Only difference is, I love you more than any dog ever will, I'm a hell of a lot cuter than a cat, and I know better than to wreck your stuff."

Naomi's eyes were downcast. "I'm working on the box thing," she said, embarassed. "Besides, I still don't own you. You're your own person."

Lucy shook her head. "I'm completely dependent on you to survive the day! If you aren't my owner, then you're my mom- which makes the fact that I find you sexy really fucking creepy."

Naomi blushed. 

"Hey!" Ryan yelled. "I'm still here!"

*** *** *** 

Naomi's reactions to the chittering meant that she could understand Lucy, so Ryan decided to approach her. "Naomi," he said slowly. "Why can you understand Lucy, but I can't?"

Naomi stepped back, to loud chittering from Lucy. "Because it's my fault she's that small. I shrunk her."

((((((Now))))))

Lorelei shook her head. "Naomi just didn't learn, did she?"

Lucy laughed. "She still hasn't, Lorelei. She's lucky that things have gone as well as they have."

Ryan looked annoyed. "Excuse me, but did I interrupt your storytime? No. Don't interrupt mine."

\\\14 Years Ago//////

Ryan took a half-step back. "You're . . . Unbound?"

Naomi nodded. "Please don't tell anyone," she pleaded.

Ryan stopped in thought. "Can . . . you shrink me, too?"

Naomi looked confused, and Lucy let out a sound like laughter. "Why would you want me to shrink you?"

*** *** ***

"Isn't it obvious?" Lucy asked, still laughing. "He wants what I have. He wants to be your pet."

"I want Lucy," Ryan said, extremely seriously. "She's hot, and I wanna be small enough to date her."

Lucy's mouth opened and closed without a sound, much like a fish. She blushed, imagining having her own harem inside Naomi's bedroom. 

Naomi raised an eyebrow, and glanced at Lucy. "Well? What do you say? It's not like you have many other options," she added teasingly. 

I'm pretty sure I have one, and that's all I really needed, Lucy thought. Regardless, she nodded- there was no way she was turning down someone who actually wanted her. "Well, it's not like I can have you, Naomi," Lucy responded, teasing just as much. "Might as well."

*** *** ***

"Right," Naomi said. "If I do this, the most time you can spend at her size is 3 days- seventy-two hours of doll-sized fun before this becomes permanent." She looked at Ryan, deadly seriousness in her eyes (and, in his peripheral vision, he saw Lucy squirming). "Past those first three days, you can beg and plead as much you like, but I won't be able to fix you."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "So . . . I have three days to change my mind if you shrink me."

Naomi nodded.

"Good enough for me," Ryan said. "Do it now!"

Naomi laughed. "Well, not now. I seem to remember that we have a group project to work on."

"Can- can we work in here?" Ryan asked nervously.

((((((Now))))))

"And he proceeded to feel me up the rest of that afternoon," Lucy said grumpily. 

"This again," Ryan grumbled, "I've said sorry for that a dozen times!"

"Time out," Lorelei said, holding her hands in the shape of a T. "You two dated?"

"Briefly," Lucy and Ryan said simultaneously, Lucy's tone was caustic and blunt, while Ryan's was considerably more embarassed and hesitant. 

"What happened?" The titanic redhead asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

"Erm . . ."

\\\14 Years Ago//////

Lucy wrapped her arms around Ryan's shoulders. "What are you thinking about?"

"Naomi," he sighed sadly.

"Ugh, I know," Lucy said, her tone one of barely disguised lust. "I still don't know why you chose me over her, but I'm glad you did," she said, offering him a kiss on the forehead. 

Ryan's face lit up. "What if I didn't have to?"

"What?" Lucy asked, wondering where this train of thought was headed.

"Well, Naomi is so much bigger than us . . . and you yourself said that we should keep her happy . . ." Ryan said, smiling widely. 

"Uh-huh," Lucy nodded, giving Ryan the go-ahead to continue. 

"The two of us could always take shifts as her sex toys," Ryan finished. 

Lucy laughed roughly. "I've tried to convince her it's okay to just shove me headfirst inside her, but she seems to think it'd be 'too dangerous'. I mean, I think I'm tougher than that."

Ryan got a mischievous look in his eye. "Leave that part to me."

\\\That Evening//////

Naomi lounged on her bed, with Ryan standing between her legs. "What's up, Romeo? You looking for Lucy?"

"The two of us had an idea," Ryan started.

"Oh, no," Naomi responded, smirking. 

"Well, we both think you're hot," Ryan started, enjoying the tinge of a blush at Naomi's cheeks, "and we were hoping that we could . . . all three of us . . ."

Naomi caught on, and blushed deeper. "Have you even . . . the two of you?"

"We try to save it for when you're out," Ryan said sheepishly. "So? What do you say?"

Naomi was incredibly flustered, waving her hands in several directions at once. "What would I even- I mean, I'm too big to . . . Er . . ."

Ryan grinned. "You don't really have to do much of anything. Let us have our fun between your tits, we take turns spelunking inside you . . ."

"Is that what this is about?" Naomi asked, her voice strained, so much blood in her face that it was unlikely there was any anywhere else in her body. "Lucy tried to get me to put her . . . in me . . . what's the big deal with being my sex toy?"

"It's a hot concept?" Ryan shrugged.

"You could die!" Naomi shrieked, unable to moderate the volume of her voice. "Did you pay any attention in Bio? The vagina has extremely powerful muscles, designed to squeeze- if you're in there, your ribs would all break, for sure!"

Ryan laughed. "Come on, Naomi, even if it did kill me, I'd die happy!"

Naomi nervously sat up, and rushed out of the room before the conversation could continue. 

Lucy climbed onto the bed from her hiding place beneath it, before smacking Ryan in the head. "Leave it to you, you said. You didn't accomplish anything more than I did, except maybe scaring Naomi completely off the concept!"

"I didn't- Ryan began 

"You did! I always made sure to tell her I'd be okay," Lucy said, angry, "that she wouldn't need to worry! Now, she'll be on eggshells around us! If we had let the idea go, she might have eventually gotten curious, but now she'll immediately shoot the idea down by reminding herself we'd die! Great going, jackass."

((((((Now))))))

"Not too long after that, Naomi eventually compromised," Lucy said. "While she didn't let me inside her, she let me feel around down there, and I slipped my arm in."

"I saw the whole thing, I got jealous, and we broke up," Ryan admitted.

"So," Lorelei said, smirking, "Do you two still fantasize about-"

"Hell yes," the six-inch occupants of the dollhouse-birdcage said simultaneously. 

"But it's a bad idea," Lucy said. "From you handling me rougher than Naomi would, I realized that Naomi was right the whole time- I'd never survive a trip inside her."

"You could with my help," Lorelei smirked. 

Lucy and Ryan climbed over one another to get to Lorelei, much to Sammi's amusement. 

"Next, girl number three," Lucy said, Sammi once again translating for the brunette.

"Yvette," Ryan nodded. "Hated her."

\13 Years Ago//////

"Hey Lucy," Naomi said excitedly, adjusting her glasses up her nose as she spoke, "guess who has a date tomorrow night!"

"I guess Naomi," Lucy replied dully.

"Spoilsport," Naomi pouted.

"You make it easy, sorry," Lucy replied, still wary of anyone who even approached Naomi to date her. The six-inch girl might have been willing to accept a role as Naomi's pet and sex toy, but she was getting rather possessive of her owner- and with good reason in her mind, given the dark-skinned titaness and her record with dating.

"What's her name?" Ryan asked, ignoring Lucy. 

"Yvette Isaacs," Naomi said brightly, a grin plastered on the seventeen-year-old girl's face. "She's a tall, blonde Unbound Studies major. I'm thinking of letting her analyze me for her thesis."

Alarm bells went off in Lucy's head. "That sounds like Bad Idea Central."

"It's alright," Naomi soothed, "she's cool. Mind control powers."

"That's even worse," Lucy mumbled. 

"Wait, how do you know?" Ryan asked, confused. "Aren't Unbound powers a really down-low deal?"

"I caught her using them to get a free coffee," Naomi giggled. "She showed up, and I felt an . . . urge to go somewhere else, but I stuck around. She was hot, and I hadn't finished my donut yet, so I watched her walk up, and basically . . . stare at the cashier, and he handed her a cup."

"Be careful," Lucy warned, running her hands over Naomi's index finger nervously, "for me, at least."

Naomi nodded. "Don't worry, Luce. You'll always be my favorite girl," she said, stroking Lucy's spine. 

((((((Now))))))

Lorelei cleared her throat, and raised an eyebrow at Lucy. 

"Her words, not mine," Lucy said defensively, throwing her hands up in surrender. 

Lorelei raised a hand to the cage, and everyone inside froze- that is, until Lorelei lightly flicked Lucy across the ass, grinning. "Well, Naomi never thought she'd meet me."

"It'd be hard for any teenage girl to predict you," Sammi snarked.

"Outside her wet dreams, of course," Lorelei responded with a sultry smirk and a purr.

Blushes lit up every face in the cage. "Moving on, then," Lucy said, trying to avoid both this conversation and the stinging pain in her backside.

\13 Years Ago//////

Naomi returned after that date lit up in joy. "Oh, I could just die of happiness right now," she said, throwing herself into her mattress.

"Kittens in racecars," Ryan said flatly.

"Huh?" Naomi went from joyful to confused in a second flat.

"You don't notice that every time you say that, we say something a little depressing, as a kind of 'we don't want you to die' thing?" Lucy asked, grabbing a particular favorite doll dress of Naomi's and heading closer to the sink.

"And why are kittens in racecars depressing?" Naomi asked, laughing. 

"Because scared kittens? I dunno, I didn't have any ideas," Ryan shrugged.

Naomi laughed. "So, apparently there's a ranking system with Unbound," she said, feeling the need to spout the new information she had gained.

When Naomi didn't immediately elaborate, Lucy piped up. "Care to explain?" She asked from her bath.

Naomi nodded. "So, as Yvette explained it, people are divided into four ranks. Rank 4 is humans- no powers, and no immunities."

"Interesting place to start," Lucy said. 

"Rank 3 is the weakest Unbound- their powers are usually either really weak, or really limited- like, for example, a Rank 3 with my powers might be limited to only shrinking something by half, or inanimate objects only, or maybe no ability to return stuff to normal," Naomi continued. "Rank 3 are also immune to the abilities of other Rank 3 Unbound."

"Oh, a hierarchy system, okay," Ryan nodded. "That makes sense, actually."

"Yvette thinks I'm a Rank 2, the middle-of-the-road Unbound. Decent powers, a few limitations, but generally cool stuff. That means I'm immune to the abilities of Rank 2 and 3 Unbound, and I might be able to do limited stuff to Rank 3 people," Naomi said proudly. 

"I think I know where this is going, and I don't like it," Lucy said worriedly.

"Last," Naomi paused for effect, "are Rank 1 Unbound. The alphas, the top dogs, the best of the best. No real limits on their powers, and they're at crazy levels. Yvette is a Rank 1, and most non-Unbound in this city are under her control, either passively or actively. She says she's felt what it's like to have sex as a guy, by controlling him."

"Eww," Ryan interrupted, and Lucy was inclined to agree.

"Rank 1 Unbound are completely immune to Unbound powers of any variety, can do very limited stuff to Rank 2s, and can abuse Rank 3s almost as badly as if they were regular people," Naomi finished. 

"Abuse?" Lucy asked, confused. 

"I don't know, what should I call it?" Naomi said, frustrated suddenly. "I mean, I shrank the both of you, and you'll never get to go back to being normal people, all because my powers weren't . . . strong enough."

((((((Now))))))

Lorelei frowned. "Yvette doesn't really sound that bad," she said quietly, interrupting. "What happened?"

Lucy shrugged. "You know, to be honest, I don't know."

Ryan nodded. "Same here. Naomi introduced Yvette to us after like a year, and she began freaking out, and Naomi followed her out of the house."

"And, about three hours later, Naomi comes back crying, and packs her bags and says we can't stay in town," Lucy continues angrily. 

Ryan paused in thought. "Then there was the apartment, right? And the stress eating?"

"Yeah," Lucy confirmed. "She couldn't handle supporting herself, no family or full-sized friends, and taking care of us, so . . . she ate. A lot. She went from being a pretty skinny girl to . . . what . . . she said 218?"

"And we're believing her there," Ryan replied with finality.

Lorelei grew frustrated listening to this, and rocked the cage to get everyone's attention. "So, Yvette did something to make her leave home, which made her nervous, so she ate, so when Dipshit over here meets her she has body issues so she was easy to dump?" She summarized.

"There's more to it than that," Sammi whined.

Lorelei, Lucy, and Ryan all raised an eyebrow at Sammi. "From what Naomi told me, you absolutely trampled her heart," Lucy said, confused.

Sammi sighed. "Yeah, I did, but at the end of it, I swear."

\\\9 Years Ago/////////

Samantha elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Hey, look at that one," she said, chuckling and tilting her head at a chubby girl at the end of the bar, drunk off her ass and singing along with the band.

Sammi's friend Lia, an Asian girl with a bright blue dye job, eyed Sammi disappointedly. "Don't do it, girl. I swear, karma's gonna bite you in the ass for playing with every hopeless case that comes in here."

Sammi laughed. "Lia, Lia, Lia- what have I said about being a downer? Besides, she's not a hopeless case," she said smirking. "Look at those clothes, that bag, those glasses frames. Bitch is loaded," she chuckled, fist-pumping. "I'm just gonna be her sugar baby for a while."

"And then when you get bored, you'll tell her something about it being her fault," Lia said with a sigh. "Don't bullshit me, Samantha, I know you."

"Yeah, and I know she's a super easy mark," Sammi grinned. "She's checking out the band's guitarist. I'm like fifty times that hot." She got up, but not before Lia grabbed her elbow. 

"I swear, girl, this is a bad idea. Toy with this chick and you will live to regret it," the younger girl said seriously. "I swear on Tenebria's name that I'm serious."

Sammi shook her off. "Please cool it with the religious shit for one night. You might get laid more often," she said, advising her friend as she walked away.

((((((Now))))))

Lorelei laughed. "Lia was right, though, wasn't she?"

"But think," Sammi said simply, "if I hadn't broken her heart, she might never have met you."

"Point," Lorelei said grudgingly.

\\\9 Years Ago//////

"So," Sammi said, leaning against the bar, "got a name, cutie?"

The girl stammered and stuttered, unable to vocalize anything outside of single syllables. Eventually, however, she choked out her name. "I'm-I'm Naomi."

"Naomi, huh?" Sammi smirked, leaning forward and watching the dark-skinned girl's gaze drop to her cleavage for a moment before returning to the tall blonde's face. "I'm Samantha, but people I wanna sleep with can call me Sammi."

"Hey, Samantha," Naomi said, face flushed with alcohol and embarassment. 

"Didn't you hear me, girl?" Sammi asked with a sly grin. "You can call me Sammi."

Naomi's eyes went wide. "W-what?" she stammered, unable to process the thought.

Sammi sighed. "You. Me. My place. Fuck," she said slowly, making the appropriate finger motions for each fragment. 

((((((Now))))))

Lucy laughed. "You were being so smooth, but Naomi can't do shit when she's drunk.

"I wouldn't say that," Sammi smirked. "She was a pretty good lay that night, I have to say."

Lorelei flicked Sammi in the side, making her tumble away.

\\\9 Years Ago//////

After about a month, Sammi had Naomi wrapped firmly around her finger, and took advantage of that regularly- she had upgraded from bootleg movies and fake high-fashion bags to actual DVDs and the real deal. Naomi spoiled her girlfriend rotten.

Meanwhile, Sammi was extremely good at faking affection for her plus-sized paramour, and knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted. It didn't hurt the relationship that Naomi was absolutely amazing in bed. The blonde was a manipulative master, but she knew it required give and take. She put up with Naomi's utter neediness, her tendency to get overly excited, and her easily-shattered self-image.

Eventually, though, true to word, Sammi got bored with Naomi. The dark-skinned ravenette just didn't . . . do it for the blonde, and she had too much of a conscience to actually cheat on the girl. Sammi was very much a superficial woman, and a 200-plus pound girl with glasses was not what she'd want to be hooked up with long-term. 

It took a while- until that November, when the relationship had started in January- for Sammi to come up with something, but eventually she came up with a way to break up with Naomi.

Naomi calmly read in the living room of Sammi's apartment- she had asked why Sammi preferred to live here, over staying in Naomi's rather palatial home a few miles away, and Sammi didn't give much of an answer. Still, Naomi wouldn't push the girl to move in with her.

"Naomi," Sammi asked softly, in a sad voice Naomi hadn't heard her use, drawing the dark-skinned girl's attention immediately, "how do you see me?" Regardless of how Naomi answered this question, the blonde had a plan to turn it into an excuse to break up.

The girl on the couch gaped. "Huh? What? I- you're beautiful, if that's what you mean," Naomi said, reaching over to comfort the blonde, who beat the arm back.

"So that's all I am? Fucking eye candy?" Sammi asked in excellently acted anger. "I mean, come on now-"

"Oh, that's what you meant," Naomi sighed in relief. "No, you're not just eye candy. I love you, body and soul, and I hate seeing you unhappy like this. What brought this on?"

Internally, Sammi cursed. There went the simple plan. Best to be blunt. "Naomi, look, I'm hot, I'm twenty-three, and I still have livin' to do. You're fat, mostly blind, and your idea of 'partying' is putting on music at home followed by a fuck. I can't take it! Look, I put up with it because you have cash and you're a good lay, but . . . holy hell, you're ugly and boring. I can't take this for another day!"

Naomi was openly crying at this point. "No . . . please, Sammi . . . don't leave me . . . I can lose weight! I can be fun! I'll get you anything you want, please just don't-"

Sammi scrunched her face in anger, shoving Naomi out the door. "Get out of here! I don't want to see you again, you hear me! No more of this begging shit, get the fuck out!"

((((((Now))))))

"And this redeems you, how, exactly?" Lucy asked, snorting derisively. "I remember that day. She came back crying her eyes out, telling me you called her names, and I suggested she become your ideal. Slim down, lose the glasses, just to show you she could have changed for you."

Sammi translated for Lorelei before answering the question. "I was young, I was stupid, I was superficial. I wanted a constant party. I wanted a hot girl on one arm, a hot guy on the other, sex, parties, beer, and money." She shrugged. "I mean, really- I was a superficial airhead. Then, I see Naomi a year or two later, after I started getting my shit together, and . . . she was everything I wanted before, and everything I wanted now. She was beautiful, she was successful, stable job, nice house, affectionate, great in bed, and I didn't know how she was able to walk around without those bottlecaps on her face . . . I knew I'd fucked up. Here I was, chasing after the girl that I'd turned down. I was frustrated that she wouldn't give me the time of day, turned her nose up at my sexy displays, wouldn't respond to my teasing . . . and I didn't know what else to do." Sammi deflated, a tear in her eye. "I'd never . . . y'know . . . been in love before. I had no idea how to apologize, I was in denial that I needed to apologize. I thought she'd take me back because I was a hot, entitled little shit."

Lorelei sighed. "Have you apologized yet, though?"

"How can I?" Sammi laughed hollowly. "I'm two inches tall. Once again, she's taking care of all my needs. She can't understand me. All I can do is with my body- rubbing her feet, playing on her nipples, jumping inside her- now that I want to say things to her, and know what to say I can't," she sighed.

"Bullshit," Lucy said bluntly. "We translate all your little wants and needs to her, if you know you have to apologize, then just call one of us over so we can translate something we actually want her to hear," she said flatly.

"You'd . . . do that?" Sammi asked, hopeful.

Lucy nodded. "Of course I would. I want Naomi to be happy, remember? I want her to know that she's loved, even by someone like you."

After a quick translation, Lorelei nodded in approval. "Of course, there's one thing you guys missed." At their confusion, Lorelei grinned. "How her relationship with me started."

Lucy, Sammi, and Ryan sat, cross-legged, looking up at Lorelei- none of them had heard this story before. 

"Well," Lorelei grinned, "if you can all agree not to fight me the next time I want to really blow Naomi's mind, I can tell the story."

After some whispering to one another, the trio nodded simultaneously, albeit slowly. 

Lorelei grinned wider.

\\\4 Years Ago//////

Lorelei sat in the back room on her break, reading one of the erotic novels from the store's 18+ section. Suddenly, though, she found herself jarred from the experience. "Page 84?" She complained. "Where did the last thirty pages go?" The redhead asked, flipping forward and back throughout the book, finding that past page 55 every page in the book was out of order.

"Son of a bitch," Lorelei muttered. "Hey! Des! Who do I complain to about a book's pages being in the wrong order?" She called.

Her coworker, Desmond, a tall man who couldn't decide whether he wanted his hair black or white, so he dyed it half-and-half. "I dunno," he said in his uncannily deep voice, shrugging. "The publisher?"

Lorelei immediately looked to the back of the book. Sure enough, a logo- a pitch-black flower, over three words in swirling, blood-red script: Black Rose Books. One Google search later, she was on the phone, and a soft, calming voice picked up.

"This is Black Rose Books, Naomi speaking. Would you like to place an order, speak to an author, or lodge a complaint?" She asked, managing to sound conversational even though it was obvious that she was reading from a script.

"Yeah, I have a complaint," Lorelei grumbled, "I have a copy of the third Defenders of the Flag book, and the pages are in the wrong order."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Naomi said quietly, "we had a recall of that edition of the book, I have no idea how your copy escaped it. We could send over a copy of the second edition, with the error rectified, but to go through corporate channels will take about a week. Is this alright, ma'am?"

"Call me Lorelei," the redhead grumbled- she wasn't old enough to be called "ma'am" by a long shot, "and no, I'd rather not wait a week to be able to read a book that should already be in stock. I'm pretty sure your offices aren't more than three miles from my bookstore, are you telling me it'll take a week to get something to move three miles?"

"I-if I got it cleared, I could make the switch personally," Naomi admitted, rather nervously, "but that would have to wait for the boss being available tomorrow. Is tomorrow afternoon better for your purposes?" 

"That'd be alright, I suppose," Lorelei grumbled, "but no later than 3, because that's when my shift ends, and then you wouldn't be expected."

((((((Now))))))

Lucy chittered, and Sammi translated the sentiment: "Damn, you were a bitch."

"Guilty as charged," Lorelei admitted. "I've had years of anger issues to deal with, and you know my temper gets shorter when I haven't gotten laid in a while . . ."

Sammi shivered.

\\\4 Years Ago//////

Lorelei sat behind the register, smirking. There was an absolute babe walking around the store, a box under her arm. A dark-skinned girl, long raven hair, hips that swayed like a pendulum, breasts large enough Lorelei would love to lay her head against them . . . and tease them, and cover them in searing hot wax . . . Lorelei shook her head. She really had to stop having sexual fantasies at work.

Eventually, the young woman made her way to the front register. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a woman named Lorelei . . ."

Lorelei smirked. "Well, you found me, babe. What do you need, my lovely little woman?"

She blushed brightly, thrusting the box forward. "I'm Naomi . . . we spoke on the phone? I'm here to switch out your copy of "Defenders of the Flag: Titania's Jewel" . . ."

Now it was Lorelei's turn to blush. She'd just hit on the girl she'd made things more difficult for over the phone. "I'm sorry . . . I'll go get the defective copy," she muttered, trying to compose herself so she could get this Naomi chick's phone number before she got away.

Once she returned with the book, Lorelei knew what to do. "Look . . . Naomi, I'm sorry for taking you away from work-"

Naomi smiled. "It's alright, Lorelei, this is my day off."

Lorelei winced internally. She'd made this girl bring over a book on her day off. "To make it up to you, how about I take you out for some nachos or something once I'm off work?"

Naomi's bright smile turned into a teasing grin. "You know, if it's a date you want, I'll find something better than nachos."

"Nachos are about all that are in my price range . . ." Lorelei replied sheepishly. 

Naomi laughed, a sound that made it even harder for Lorelei to resist her desire to simply force the girl to the floor and fuck her senseless. "I'll pay. Money is no object when I'm trying to land a date with a hot redhead," Naomi threw down her hint.

Lorelei grinned. She had to step up her game. "Sexy, rich, and coming on to me? There just has to be a catch. Still . . . even though I know you're probably gonna harvest my kidneys, there's no way I can say no."

((((((Now))))))

Ryan fake retched, and Lucy had to contain her laughter. "And Lucy called me smooth," Sammi commented.

Lorelei laughed. "Yeah, I had ways of picking up chicks."

"Chicks who already wanted you," Sammi countered.

"Way number one," Lorelei responded with a shit-eating grin. 

\\\4 Years Ago//////

Lorelei hadn't eaten at a restaurant this upscale in a long time, and she was on edge- rich and judgemental people everywhere, and she was sitting across the table from this girl who she was highly attracted to. She felt extremely out of place in her work uniform, a green polo shirt and a pair of vaguely dark jeans.

Still, Naomi was very good dinner conversation, and pretty much pulled her out of all that. By the time the date was over, Lorelei has an idea.

She had Naomi drop her off at home- only fair because she had picked her up from work, and her bus probably stopped running this late- and grinned.

"Thanks for the nice time, Naomi . . . mind following me in? I feel I should give you something to pay you back," Lorelei purred, trying her best to keep her excitement out of her voice.

"You don't need to, but . . . alright . . ." Naomi said quietly, following Lorelei into her apartment. One step . . . two . . . three . . . and Lorelei slammed the door shut, throwing herself into a passionate embrace with the dark girl, holding her down onto her couch and kissing for all she was worth.

Once the redhead came up for air, something about the simultaneously timid and aroused look in Naomi's eyes, combined with the single greatest kiss she'd ever received . . . an idle part of her mind wondered what that skilled tongue would feel like in her neglected pussy . . . Lorelei almost lost control. 

As Lorelei wrestled with the decision of whether to act on her desires or not, the dark-skinned girl made up her mind for her with a pout and a single word: "Tease."

((((((Now)))))))

"And I think I'll spare you the details," Lorelei grinned.

The three pets stood up in anger. "BULLSHIT!" Sammi yelled as her taller companions chittered. "Give me all the details, I need DETAILS, girl!"

Lorelei looked at her fingernails with a smirk. "As I recall, you didn't tell me what you did with Naomi when you were telling your story," she said with the rumble of a laugh in her throat. 

"That's because she's engaged to you now!" Sammi yelled defensively. "It'd be in really bad taste to tell you everything I did with your fiancé when we were dating!"

Lorelei opened her mouth to speak, but Sammi cut her off again. 

"And before you say we don't need to know about your sex life, we're a part of your sex life," Sammi fumed.

Lorelei grinned. "Frankly, Toy, I don't need to tell you shit," the redhead laughed, walking away from the cage.

Lorelei flopped down beside Naomi, a myriad of thoughts traveling through her head. First and foremost, she was turned on, having thoughts of her first date with Naomi, and the wonderful sex that followed. Secondly, she had hate running through her veins, for Naomi's second girlfriend who dared manipulate and rape the harmless ravenette. Third, she had a new sense of restraint- after all, she had learned that Naomi would rather personally suffer than see someone else in pain. After that were more, notably joy, despair, and the constant minor fear that Naomi would realize how far out of Lorelei's league she was and leave her.

The redhead turned to Naomi. "So, the pets told me about your old relationships," she said calmly. 

Lorelei's heart gave a twinge at Naomi's wince, but she supposed she kinda deserved it after repeatedly murdering another of Naomi's exes. "And?"

"And I don't think you deserved that," Lorelei said quickly, letting out a rush of emotion with it. "Especially Pria. How could you let her do that to you?"

Naomi shrugged. "I was in love with her. From my perspective, if I had to let myself get beaten to have her as my girlfriend, then she could hit me all she wanted." Naomi looked at the floor sadly. "Besides, I kinda deserved it. I'm surprised she didn't have me arrested, if I'm honest."

Lorelei snorted. "Have you arrested for what? For being easy to drug? Naomi, Lucy told me that that bitch slipped something into your drink, and then blamed you when you got over-eager and slept with her. If anything, you could have her arrested," the redhead said, holding Naomi's hand. "Please, Naomi. You deserve that much."

Naomi sighed. "Say you are right, Lor. Say that my first time only happened because I was under the influence. What could I do?" She asked, pain evident in her voice as she considered the implications of her previous relationship with Pria under this light. "What point would there be? I have no proof she did it. I'd just be ruining her life."

"Gods, Naomi!" Lorelei grunted in frustration. "Stand up for yourself! I mean, I know that you don't want anyone to suffer, and that's really nice and noble, but . . . I can't stand the thought of you living through all this pain because you think you can handle it better."

"I don't think I can handle it!" Naomi snapped. "I'm trying to make up for what I am! I'm a freak, I'm a monster, I'm a murderer! Your powers can make the world better- you can heal people, Lorelei! What do my powers accomplish? Making stuff smaller. Turning people into pets. Lorelei, I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve a life I can 'handle'. I don't deserve you, and why you ever said yes baffles me."

"Because you're a better person than I am," Lorelei replied softly, trying to comfort and calm her fiancé in a hug. "Naomi, you've made the best of your powers, you learned your way through them, and you make it up to the people you've hurt on a daily basis by caring for them. You're my absolutely lovely Anchor, and if I had to list anything wrong with you I can only come up with the fact that you're a doormat, and that you move too much in your sleep. Your don't just deserve me, you probably deserve your  own harem of girls who don't have anger issues, who keep the house  clean," Lorelei continued, getting a giggle from her dark-skinned paramour. "In fact, I want you to help me with something."

Naomi looked up at Lorelei, wide-eyed. "What do you need?"

Lorelei smiled. "Gloria says I should find an outlet for all my . . . issues," she paused, momentarily wondering about her word choice, "but I don't know what I can do."

Naomi thought about it, before producing a small composition book. "Well, whenever I'm mad at someone, I write about something I like so I don't feel angry anymore. You could try that."

Lorelei grinned. "I'd need a bigger notebook, though," she laughed.

*** *** ***

"I was horrible to you when we were dating. I used you like a bank account, and I had you eat me out on demand, and I didn't give you the love you deserved. I broke up with you for a stupid, petty reason, and shattered your heart. I fucked up, Naomi, majorly, and I can't apologize enough for how much of a bitch I was- can't believe I was ever that horrible, or that it took the Red Death over here snuffing me out, really breaking my ego, to get me to start to admit I was wrong. The thing that makes this horrible on my conscience is that you forgave me before I could tell you how sorry I am." Sammi sighed, practically bowing to her comparatively massive ex-girlfriend. "I don't know why you aren't still mad at me. I'd still be mad at me."

Naomi looked from the ever-present translator Ryan to Sammi, and leaned forward. Sammi hung her head as she expected to be punished, or at least scolded.

"Took you long enough," Naomi chuckled, giving Sammi a finger down her spine, petting her. "Sammi, I don't stay mad at anyone. You hurt me . . . a lot . . . but if I hurt you back I'd just be making things worse for everyone. Now that you've apologized, though . . . your slate is clear. We're good. But, if you keep me here another five minutes, I'll miss the oven timer going off, and I'll have to punish you, by making you stay in your room when Lorelei and I have sex tonight."

Sammi stood aside quickly. Being forced to watch Lorelei and Naomi going at it, but not being able to join in . . . that would be torturous.

*** *** ***

Lucy watched as Lorelei and Naomi passionately kissed one another, and imagined herself in the buxom redhead's place. Even if she were her full height, she wasn't as tall as Lorelei- given that Naomi's shrinking limit was making things 1/11 of their true size, and that Lucy was 6 inches tall exactly, then she'd only be 5'6" to Lorelei's 5'8". Still, it wasn't that hard an image to attain.

Lucy had almost two decades of practice at picturing herself full-sized to be with her owner, after all.

The brunette appreciated being Naomi's pet- being tiny, able to serve and appreciate every inch of the dark-skinned girl's body far more than a regular person could- but sometimes, she just wished to be able to kiss her owner, to take her on dates, to cradle her head in her lap.

She found herself lapsing into a familiar fantasy- one day, without warning, returning to full-size whilst Naomi was petting her. She pictured the dark-skinned girl being surprised by her return to normal, at first, but being quick to offer a hug- and since the doll clothes wouldn't grow with her, naturally she'd be nude.

"You're finally okay!" Dream!Naomi said happily.

"I was always okay," Lucy imagined she'd say, "I had you taking care of me. There's just one thing I've wanted to be able to do for so long . . . you wouldn't mind, would you?"

Dream!Naomi shook her head. "Of course not . . . I think some of my clothes might fit if you want to go out and do something . . ."

Lucy pictured herself laughing, and pinning Naomi down. "What I had in mind doesn't need me to put clothes on, it needs you to take them off."

Lucy pictured Naomi's eyes widening in understanding. "Lucy . . . I'm engaged . . . I can't-"

"It's not cheating, it's polyamory, I looked it up on your phone," Lucy imagined interrupting Naomi with a smirk. "You can have us both. Me and Lorelei. Just, please . . . I've had a crush on you for so long, Naomi . . . I've watched you sleep with other women, I've explored every inch of your beautiful body . . . but I've never gotten to hold you, I've never been able to kiss you the way I've wanted to, and I've had to dismiss the entire notion of us having real sex . . . at this size, though, I can do all of that," Lucy pictured giving Naomi a perverted grin, "and I have had years to learn exactly what I can do to get you going. Isn't that right, Little Naomi?"

Dream!Naomi flushed at the brunette's words, and began to stammer in that way Lucy found adorable. "L- Lucy, I- I don't know what to say, but-"

Lucy imagined flicking Naomi in the nose. "Until you've brought me to a screaming orgasm, that's Mistress Young to you."

-- -- -- --

"Lucy!' The real Naomi called happily, shaking the six-inch brunette from her indulgent daydream and getting her to her feet in an instant. "Before Lorelei gets back here with my gag, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join in."

Lucy put up her happiest smile- while it wasn't what she really wanted, she knew in her heart that's about as good as it would ever get for her. "Of course, Naomi! I'll be right out!"

The moment she worked the latch of the cage to get out, Lucy saw Naomi's waiting palm and stepped into it. "Are you okay?" Naomi asked quietly. "You've been . . . out of it for a while."

This was Lucy's chance. She could use this opportunity to tell Naomi exactly what it was she wanted, to tell her how absolutely fucking jealous she was of Lorelei for being able to do so much with the dark-skinned girl, to make it clear how much she loved Naomi, how much she was willing to do for the larger girl's happiness. 

"Just daydreaming," Lucy laughed, not entirely lying. "Thinking about things that will never happen."

Naomi gave Lucy a kiss, an affair that covered the brunette's entire face with a thin film of the ravenette's saliva. "Do you mind sharing? Lorelei's taking a while," Naomi admitted, her smile not fading.

Lucy let her dream go. While Naomi might be willing to present the case, Lorelei would never go for it, and Lucy knew her best friend would rather immediately back down than seriously argue with her redheaded fiancé. 

Lucy gave her most rehearsed smile. "Wondering what would have happened if I had been your first girlfriend," she lied. "You might have never moved out here, for one."

As the conversation continued, Lucy prepared herself for serving Naomi's much larger body. While it was a privilege she wouldn't give up for the world, and watching two alluring titans fuck was arousing as all hell, Lucy once again found herself wishing that once- just once- hers could be the name on Naomi's lips as she screamed in pleasure.

As Lorelei returned to the room, however, sexual implements in hand, Lucy saw the unadulterated lust and joy in Naomi's eyes. Naomi was happy like this. 

And Lucy would rather die than have to see Naomi unhappy again.