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.