Neither of them said anything, they simply sat on the coffee table not quite looking at each other. It wasn't hard for Tiffany to imagine what was happening high above them, how Ashleigh was leading Amanda to some rooftop deck that the tiny girl couldn't remember them ever talking about before. Thinking about the skirt that Ashleigh had been wearing that day, Tiffany suddenly wondered if she would get down on one knee in front of Amanda.

Would Amanda squeal with delight? Would she cry while struggling to say yes?

There was not a doubt in the tiny woman's mind that Amanda would say yes. They were obviously in love. She saw the little ways that they made each other happy that she would never be privy to if she were still a normal size were blown up to movie theater like proportions over her every day. Everything from the cute quick kisses and hugs to the way that Ashleigh always had a mug of coffee ready for when Amanda got back from a run or the lengths Amanda went to to avoid waking Ashleigh up on weekends.

They weren't self-conscious around each other, just relaxed.

Tiffany found her eyes drifting over to Rebecca as she thought about the quiet serious conversations she had heard her owners share in bed or on the couch. It was rare, she realized, to have someone in your life who could actually understand what you were going through. She couldn't remember ever talking to any guy she had ever dated about some of the things that Ashleigh and Amanda had conversations about. Several of her boyfriends, especially earlier in her twenties, had been downright dismissive of her life.

Rebecca seemed to sense her gaze and her head lifted up, tilting in a silent question.

None of her boyfriends, even the ones she had considered responsible, were actually reliable. They were chronically late or they were forgetful. She always gave them a pass on it, blaming it on the subway or the fact that she dated guys with high-powered jobs. In reality though, they just didn't make the time for her and they didn't make time for her because they didn't care about her. It was impossible to imagine waking up beside them every day and the two of them sharing some morning ritual.

Her hands trembled while her eyes went over Rebecca's pale sculpted flesh, which she continued to wash every morning after their owners left for work.

The taller and younger shrinkee rose to her full seven inches of height and started walking toward Tiffany. The brunette found her neck craning back slightly to stare up into the girl's face overhead. Rebecca's womanhood hovered in front of her face and she could almost feel the heat radiating off of it against her cheek.

Large but still feminine hands ran through her thick dark hair before one traced her jawline before cupping her chin. Tiffany quivered as Rebecca smiled down at her and her thumb gently pressed against her lips.

All she could think about was the way their lips had been drifting toward each others before Kristie had barged in on them. Tiffany suddenly found herself wishing that the giantess had come in a minute later so that she could have felt her lips press against Rebecca's.

Slowly, she rose to her own two feet and let her arms wrap around the taller girl's hips. The inch difference in height was sizable but as she stood up on the tips of her toes, Tiffany realized that it wasn't insurmountable. Her hands traveled up the redhead's strong back until they settled along her shoulders.

Rebecca pulled her into an embrace and their lips found each other.

Fireworks seemed to go off in Tiffany's stomach as she kissed her fellow slave more deeply, a passionate hunger overriding every other thought in her tiny brain. Their hands roved over each other and a moan bubbled up from the bottom of her chest when her leg rose up and she pressed herself against the larger girl.

The redhead's powerful fingers dug between them and quickly pushed into Tiffany's folds. She cried out and for a moment Rebecca stopped, alarm on her face before Tiffany shook her head and kissed her.

“It's good, it's good...” she panted.

She kissed the girl over and over again, her lips leaving a trail across the girl's body as an orgasm started to build within her. Tiffany's hand drifted down and began to play with the small breasts on Rebecca's ripped chest. The groan of pleasure that traveled from Rebecca's body to her own told Tiffany all that she needed to know. She continued to knead the girl's breast and occasionally switched things up by teasing the redhead's erect nipple.

Her hips bucked along with the wriggling of Rebecca's fingers inside of her.

With every little swirl of her thumb and wiggle of her fingers, the redhead sent pleasure coursing through Tiffany's body. She began to moan and mewl, unable to contain the ecstasy that was building inside of her.

All the terrifying dreams that flooded her mind every time she had masturbated since shrinking went through Tiffany's head. She saw Chase and Amanda making out high overhead, then Ashleigh with the parade of giants that she had brought through their apartment back when Tiffany was still normal sized, and finally the two blondes together dressed for a night out and looking down their noses right at her.

Her and Rebecca.

Tiffany pressed her body against Rebecca's, breathing in the redhead's scent and trying to savor her taste with every kiss. The strange thoughts about all the giants she had known faded from her head and were replaced with what was happening at that very moment.

Just her and Rebecca, holding each other in the middle of an immense coffee table.

Fully aware that at any moment their owners, their Goddess, could stroll right up to them and decide to end their lives if she so desired. Tears briefly welled in her eyes as she thought of Amanda's boot crashing down on George but another jolt of pleasure from Rebecca's fingers helped her to blink them away. The girl was the only person who could understand everything that had happened to her and what it was like to serve Amanda Fletcher and her soon-to-be wife Ashleigh Baker.

The orgasm ripped through her body and her roar echoed across the cavernous apartment.

She melted into the redhead's chest, unable to stay standing as her legs shuddered from the physical bliss rocking her shrunken frame. Rebecca's fingers slid out of her and she felt the warmth of her own sticky juices against her back as the redhead held her. Tiffany nuzzled the larger girl's breasts, kissing the still erect nipples as she sunk back down to her knees.

The apartment's front door opened up and their tiny world shook from Ashleigh and Amanda's return. The sound of their owners' lips smacking against each other filled their tiny ears and the door slamming shut was immediately followed by an appreciable thump as one of them pressed the other against it.

“I fucking love you so much right now,” Amanda whispered between kisses.

Ashleigh giggled, “If I had known it would make you this happy, I would have done it sooner.”

“You should have done it the moment you bought the ring,” there was a brief pause before Amanda added, “My ring. My engagement ring. My cute engagement ring that my fucking awesome fiance bought me.”

“You know what your fiance is going to do now?” Ashleigh purred.

“No but I bet it's amaz -” Amanda's words were cut off as she yelped in excitement.

Tiffany and Rebecca had sunk down onto their knees and they finally glanced away from each other to see Ashleigh holding Amanda up. The shorter blonde wrapped her legs around Ashleigh's hips as they kissed and Ashleigh started to walk toward the bedroom, each step of her high heeled boots cracking with thunder.

“I am going to fuck your brains out,” Ashleigh whispered.

Amanda squealed with delight, “No shrinkees tonight though. Just us.”

“Are you sure?” Ashleigh nibbled her ear lobe, “We can put your favorite little girl inside our strap-on...”

Tiffany found herself holding Rebecca a little tighter.

“No, just you,” Amanda said quietly, “We can play with them for the rest of our lives but you're only going to propose to me once... wow...”

Amanda pulled back from Ashleigh slightly and the taller giantess cocked her head, “What's wrong, babe?”

“I just said for the rest of our lives for the first time...” Amanda said her eyes wide in shock before a smile spread across her face and she kissed Ashleigh again, “We're going to be together for the rest of our lives.”

Ashleigh giggled as she carried Amanda into the bedroom, “That's how marriage works, Amanda.”

They crashed down onto the bed and Amanda's shout rang in Tiffany's tiny ears, “I'm getting married!”

Their conversation was replaced with the sound of their clothes being tossed down onto the bedroom floor and as their moans started to fill the apartment, Tiffany found her attention returning to the girl in front of her.

She gently pushed Rebecca back until the girl started to lay down, “Wh-what are you doing?”

Tiffany kissed each of the redhead's breasts before she started a trail of kisses going down her chest toward her crotch. Rebecca let out several surprised 'ohs' that turned into her own orgasmic moans when Tiffany's tongue slid across her womanhood. As she pushed in with the tip of her tongue, the redhead's legs spread and then settled atop her shoulders while she pressed her face in as close as she could.

With Rebecca's milky thighs on either side of her and the girl's long shapely legs draped across her back, Tiffany could feel every little pleasurable twitch she sent through her fellow slave's body. It was the perfect indicator for her on when to speed up or slow down as she lapped away at the girl's pussy.

She could almost hear the thumping of Rebecca's heart as the girl approached orgasm and her excited moans becoming almost continuous. Tiffany played with Rebecca's clitoris, gently at first and then growing in intensity until the thighs on either side of her head pressed in. The redhead screamed in ecstasy while Tiffany continued to lick, feeling every jolt that went down the girl's thighs.

Finally, Rebecca relaxed and Tiffany slowly clambered atop the panting girl.

They intertwined with ease and Tiffany wondered why she had waited so long to cuddle with the girl. How many times had they slept beside each other and it simply would have been easier to snuggle up like their owners did on the massive bed across from their cage?

Rebecca's fingers played with her hair and she blushed as the redhead's lips pressed against her forehead.

“I love you,” Tiffany said, the words falling from mouth as she hugged the redhead tight.

Rebecca pulled her in even closer, “I love you too, Tiffany. You're the only one who...”

Tiffany gently pressed her fingers against the younger girl's lips, “I know.”

The taller slave kissed her fingers and giggled, “We should rest though, Goddess and Ashleigh...”

The shrunken brunette nodded in agreement, knowing full well that there would be work for them in the morning. For the moment though, they were cuddled up and the sounds of their owners seemed to have completely faded into the background. It didn't take long for Tiffany to drift off to sleep and for the first time in months, it was fitful and dreamless.

Two fingers wrapping around her body jolted Tiffany awake and she found herself dangling above the coffee table, Rebecca still sleeping soundly below. The pale fingers wrapped around her and the little brunette shivered as she felt the cool metal of Amanda's engagement ring press against her thighs.

She turned to see her Goddess's thin pink lips stretched in a smile and her pale gray eyes lit with delight. The world shook as Amanda carried her through the apartment to the bathroom, her whispered words echoing off the tile around them, “Well, well, well...”

“Good morning, Goddess,” Tiffany said as Amanda set her down on a towel beside the sink.

The blonde loomed over the world, wearing baggy pajama bottoms and an old shirt of Ashleigh's that announced she had fun at a company barbecue in 2014. She gently patted the top of Tiffany's head, the power of her index finger more than enough to send the shrunken brunette down to her knees. A sizable princess cut diamond glittered on the blonde's ring finger and when she glanced up at Amanda, she could see her owner's smile stretch a little further.

“You like it?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“Look at you,” she cooed gently, brushing her finger through Tiffany's dark tresses, “You're such a good girl now, aren't you?”

Tiffany found herself trembling slightly, suddenly wondering if the giantess was about to do something to her. Each stroke of Amanda's immense finger made her cringe, though she realized it wasn't from the humiliation of the gesture, just fear of the power that rested behind that finger. Her eyes drifted to the tub, where Ashleigh had toyed with her and when she had admitted how much she loved being their pet.

“I'm so happy to see that you and Rebecca are getting along,” Amanda's finger gently curled beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at the immense blonde.

Tiffany felt the heat rise in her cheeks, which only made Amanda chuckle.

“And I love that you're such a good girl for me and Ashleigh.”

The finger pulled away and Tiffany found her hands wrapping around it to hold it in place. She leaned in and kissed its tip softly, “I'm glad that you found each other, Goddess.”

“Aw,” Amanda smiled as she peeled off her shirt and slid out of her pajama bottoms.

As Amanda's hand wrapped around her and the shower roared to life, Tiffany realized that she really was happy for the two enormous women. She wriggled against the cool soap that was poured atop her and relaxed once she was dragged up and down across Amanda's skin. Tiffany breathed in her scent and thought about the rest of her day and all the days that would come after that.

A smile crept across her lips.

In that moment, Tiffany realized how much she loved her Goddess.