Remy’s eyelids snapped open. Dreams. Such crazy dreams. She couldn’t recall any of them, but there had been many, far more than she could count. She’d enjoyed most, perhaps a little too much, and then...

Something had slapped her in the chest!

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she remembered where she was — and with whom she was sleeping. Turning her head to the right, she identified the problem. Haley had turned over in her sleep, her right arm draped over Remy’s stomach.

But thankfully not crushing her entire body.

Remy couldn’t help but smile as she remembered her new body, as she felt the sheets sliding against her new skin, as the warmth of Haley’s arm penetrated her flesh. Haley’s entire forearm, something which should be several times bigger than her, rested on her stomach. Before yesterday, she’d have imagined it to be impossible. Before yesterday, she’d never dream of sleeping with any of her siblings under any circumstances.

Now that she’d assessed the situation, she needed to decide what to do about it. Although the weight of Haley’s arm wasn’t uncomfortable, she doubted she’d be able to fall asleep while bearing its weight. More importantly her bladder beckoned. She didn’t have to go, not in a dire way, but she could go. If she’d been sleeping alone, she’d get up and pee if only to take her mind off it.

She could do the same now. Haley was a heavy sleeper and it’s doubtful Remy would awaken her. Even if she did, who cared? Certainly not Haley.

Then Remy recalled the private bathroom Lily had mentioned. Theoretically, she could use it while the bot ‘handled things’ in real life. Now seemed to be as good a time as any to test it out, especially since she only had to do number one.

She glanced to the upper right, found the widget, then navigated through the menu until she located Private Rooms. There were many choices, including control room, beach, games...there was even an adult option. She skipped past those and selected bathroom.

She teleported.

The lights were bright. She found herself standing in the middle of an entirely average bathroom. It had a sink, a mirror, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. It also had a toilet (a bidet to be specific) and a shower. Could she take a shower? How would the bot handle it?

Curious, she tugged on the shower door. A warning appeared in the air: Shower module not installed.

Ok. That settled that. But what about the toilet?

She opened the lid to find...a normal looking toilet bowl, filled partly with water. But...it was too normal. Shouldn’t a bidet have some sort of spraying device? It looked like an average toilet, the kind you’d find in an average American household. If she tried to use it and it wasn’t installed properly, what would happen?

Unfortunately, the sight of water had increased her urge to urinate, and it couldn’t wait any longer. She sat on the porcelain seat and —

Cold!

She stood and found the chill remained on her butt for several seconds, as if the seat had stuck to her ass somehow. Then it faded, her body returning to normal temperature.

She rubbed her ass and realized for the first time she was entirely naked. Why hadn’t she noticed? Was she dreaming? If she pissed in her dreams, would the bot handle that too?

No, she wasn't dreaming. Her thoughts never flowed so coherently in her dreams, or if they did, she couldn’t remember them from one minute to the next. Her memory seemed as crystal clear as ever.

Determined, she re-seated herself upon the toilet. As expected, the chill returned, oddly a few seconds after sitting down, as if there were some sort of a delay in the virtual room. She’d noticed such delays here and there, such as when she fell (which had already happened twice). Her body’s impact with the ground didn’t quite sync up with what she felt. The latter seemed delayed by a second, and diminished in effect.

She couldn’t hold it any longer and the pee flowed out like a miniature niagara. It felt good while it happened, as if she might be doing something wrong but she didn’t care. Lily was right about one thing: her real body was quite small, and any mess she made would hardly be noticed. It might cause her some embarrassment, but she couldn’t imagine it doing any damage to the bot.

When she finished, she reached for the toilet paper only to find none. She made as if to stand, but her ass was stuck to the seat, this time quite literally. Panic. She tried again, but failed.

Then it hit her — a stream of water so cold she almost yelped aloud.

“Too cold!” As soon as she spoke the words, the water warmed to a far more bearable temperature. Then it warmed further until it became somewhat pleasurable.

She sat for a few seconds, enjoying the weird bath until it stopped of its own accord. Although somewhat disappointed it didn’t continue, she’d at least regained her freedom, and found she could stand without restraint. She dried herself with a fluffy yellow towel and, somewhat eager to explore the rest of the house, she opened the bathroom door.

The simulation ended and she found herself back in Haley’s bedroom, staring up at the ceiling. It was confusing to go from standing to lying down all in an instant, like the sensation of falling through something solid. But she wasn’t falling. She was safe and sound in bed...Haley’s bed...with Haley’s arm still draped across her.

Rather than scooting away, Remy tested her strength and found she could lift Haley’s arm without much strain. She moved the appendage away, onto the sleeping girl’s side. Free from obstruction, she reached for the source of a growing concern — her vagina.

Unfortunately, the nightgown blocked her fingers from touching her skin. It had been one of Haley’s hand-me-downs and, even though Mom had trimmed it, it hung to the bot’s ankles. She could hike it up, but she didn’t want to move around too much with Haley at her side. So she simply felt for moisture.

There wasn’t any.

She knew she could feel wet things because she'd done it earlier: the tears on Haley’s face, the sink, even a glass of water which she’d somehow managed to sip (and which had somehow managed to quench her thirst). There was no wetness this time, but...there was also no vagina, at least not so far as she could determine.

Haley had been right about missing a hole down there, perhaps two holes. She wanted to explore further, but she could feel her own hand through the nightie, and it made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t a prude. She had no qualms against touching herself, but not with her sister nearby. Perhaps she’d find some time to explore herself in the morning. Doubtful, but a girl could hope.

***

Erica spent the morning hunched over her phone with her oldest prime daughter at her side. Configuring BetaTracker shouldn’t have taken long, but Erica had never been great with technology, and it was too important. She couldn’t afford to screw it up.

“You’re sure she won’t be able to run away?” Erica let her finger slide across the screen, moving the view. It showed an overhead wireframe of their home with two overlapping dots: one for Remy, the other for Remy’s bot.

“She won’t be able to leave the front yard,” Lily said, pointing to a red circle surrounding the image of their house.

“She’s going to try,” Erica said. “Lord knows she’ll try.”

When Lily didn’t respond, Erica asked, “You think I’m doing wrong here, don’t you?”

Lily gave her an expressionless look, then stated matter-of-factly: “She may try to kill herself.”

“Oh God!” Erica placed her hand in her lap before it could start shaking. “Remy would never...she’s not suicidal.”

Erica had some experience with handling depressed kids, mostly in handling the one sitting across from her. Erica knew the medications, she knew the therapies, but she didn’t know the feelings, at least not firsthand. On the other hand, Lily knew the feelings, the suicidal thoughts...all of it. If she thought Remy might travel down the same path, Erica had best pay attention.

Then, she remembered something. “The bot...it has a feature — ”

“Self-harm prevention,” Lily said. “It won’t help if she leaves the bot.”

“Does she need to leave it?” Erica asked. “It can do everything, right? Eat, sleep...whatever she wants.”

“It’s missing a couple of the newer hygiene modules.”

“Ok. I’ll buy them. How much are they?”

Lily blinked, then said calmly, “She won’t stay in there forever.”

“You and Haley can keep an eye on her when she’s out.”

“We can’t — ”

“You can and you will.” Erica slapped her palm on the kitchen table. “She’s not allowed out of the bot unless one of you with her. Understood?”

Lily tapped on her phone. “The bot has a babysitting feature. As long as it’s not asleep, it should be able to watch Remy when we’re not around.”

Erica considered her middle daughter for several long seconds. “Fine. I’ll trust your judgement. If you’re sure the bot is capable of stopping my baby from” — she swallowed the lump in her throat — “killing herself...”

Lily did something completely uncharacteristic. She reached across and took hold of Erica’s hand, gave it a squeeze, and held onto it.

“I’ll make sure,” Lily said.

***

Remy awoke to a shaking sensation, her body rocking from side to side, a pressure on her chest. Her eyes opened to the sight of Haley’s face directly above her, scraggly hair dangling everywhere, noses nearly touching.

“You’re alive!” Haley said.

A drop of Haley’s drool landed on Remy’s chin, causing the older girl to twist to her side, sit up, and wipe it with the back of her hand. She remembered where she was. She remembered the hand, the chin — they weren’t her own. But they felt like her own, so she wiped anyway. “Gross.”

“Sorry,” Haley smiled in a way that meant she wasn’t sorry. “I couldn’t hear you breathing, so I had to wake you up.”

“This isn’t me, remember?” Remy said. “I’m inside the head.”

“Duh,” Haley said. “Hey, what do you wanna play? We can’t play dolls since you’re bigger” — her eyes widened dramatically — “I know! We can play hide and seek. It’ll be a lot easier for me to find you now.”

“Maybe later,” Remy said. “Right now I’m hungry.”

“After breakfast then?” Haley asked, unwilling to drop the subject.

“Maybe. I’d like to go outside first. Maybe even go shopping. Your old clothes are a bit too big on me.” She pulled the neck of her nightgown up, but it fell right back down her arm, exposing her left shoulder to the cool air. Even though her real body resided inside a climate controlled chamber, she felt the coolness of her surroundings and it caused her to shiver.

“I wanna go!” Haley bounced on the bed, her knees hitting the mattress and her hair flying everywhere.

“Put your pajamas on,” Remy said, hopping down from the bed. She landed cleanly on her feet, surprising herself at her own balance.

“I’m not cold,” Haley said.

“You’re too old to be running around the house half naked,” Remy said. Had the girl gone to sleep wearing only her panties? She could’ve sorn Haley had been wearing a nightie like herself, but perhaps she’d removed it at some point.

“Mom doesn’t care,” Haley said. “She said it’s fine as long as no one sees me.”

“I care,” Remy said. “And I’m not taking you to the mall unless you put something on.”

“No fair,” Haley stopped bouncing and disappeared on the other side of the bed. She rose back into view while donning her nightgown. “Boys don’t have to wear shirts.”

“Life’s not fair,” Remy made her way toward the bedroom door.

Haley rushed to her side. “But I don’t even have titties yet.”

“You will soon enough.”

“Will they be as big as yours?” Haley asked.

Remy stopped walking and looked at her own chest, studying it for the first time. She cupped her breasts. They were proportionally smaller than on her real body, but it didn’t bother her. She wasn’t trying to pick up hot babes on Earth Prime. As far as she was concerned, the flatter the better when it came to moving around.

“Feel mine!” Haley lifted up her gown, exposing her chest. There were no breasts, only two nipples and some ribs. The girl wasn’t stick thin, but she could afford to put on some weight.

Remy reached up with both hands and lightly pinched Haley’s nipples, causing the girl to let loose a series of giggles. She jumped back, pulled the nightie down, then covered her non-existent breasts with her hands.

“Whaja do that for?!” Haley eyed Remy with wary glee.

“You told me to.”

Halley's grin widened. “So whaddya think? Are they going to be as big as yours?”

“Bigger,” Remy said, though in truth, she had no idea.

Haley frowned. “I want them to be the same size. Yours are perfect. And your bot’s boobies are nice too.”

Remy laughed. “Since when do you care so much about boobies?”

“I don’t know. I just think about them sometimes. My friend Kayla already has them and she said the bigger they are, the more boys will like you.” Haley paused. “I’m not sure I want boys to like me too much. Maybe I’ll be a les-bean like you.”

A les-bean, huh?” Remy laughed, then launched forward, directing a tickle attack at Haley’s stomach. She succeeded for a few seconds before the giggling preteen grappled Remy’s wrists.

Rather than retaliate, Haley asked, “How will I know...if I’m a les-bean or not?”

“It’s just a label.” Remy tugged at her arms, but couldn’t escape the large child’s grip. “It doesn’t matter. Boobies don’t matter either. What matters is how you feel. If you’re in love with someone, girl or boy, you’ll know it. Just be yourself.”

Half of what she said sounded like bullshit, but Remy didn’t have the answers to life, love, and all that shit. She did have a healthy resentment toward the media and it’s version of ‘beauty’. If words she spoke now would discourage her little sister from getting ‘work done’, she’d say them. In her head, it was like giving the double bird to society and it’s fucked up narcissism. The Kardashians weren’t going to brainwash her sister if Remy had anything to say about it.

***

Remy checked to see if she was drooling. She wasn’t, but she could feel her mouth watering as she eyed her plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausage. She didn’t have nearly as much food as Haley or Lily, but it was hundreds of times more than her normal body could consume. It would be her first meal in the BetaBot and she couldn’t wait to get started.

She gripped her knife and fork, one utensil in each hand, and began cutting away at the sausage. It was shaped in a circular patty and sliced easily enough. Her utensils were large for her hands, but they were prime utensils, something she’d never dreamed of lifting again, much less using.

Mom and Haley cast glances in her direction, paying more attention to her food than their own. “Remember, small bites,” Mom said.

Whatever. Remy was tired of taking small bites her entire life. For once she could take a big bite and enjoy it like a normal person. She stuffed a quarter of the sausage in her mouth and began chewing.

There was a delay (one she’d come to expect with certain actions), then the flavor hit her like a bomb. Her cheeks puffed out as her mouth suddenly felt stuffed with the oily meat. It wasn’t entirely stuffed. She could chew, but perhaps she had taken too big a bite.

It tasted hot and delicious, just like sausage should. It tasted nearly the same as always, but not quite. With her larger mouth, she could taste the burned edges along with the tender center, all at once, something she’d never been able to do with prime food.

The surprise came when she swallowed. As soon as she gulped her first mouthful, another bite (this one smaller), appeared on her tongue as if by magic. Perhaps she’d somehow missed it with her first swallow? She gulped again only to find yet another mouthful awaiting her attention.

She continued this process for several swallows until her stomach began to fill. Then, with her entire family watching (all except Lily), she unceremoniously opened her mouth and spit the remaining sausage onto her plate. It looked roughly the same as when she’d started, mashed up, but relatively unchanged in size and texture. It appeared relatively dry though a small amount of steam rose from it, just as it did with the untouched pieces.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asked. “Can you taste it?”

“Yes,” Remy said. “It’s delicious. But I — I’m starting to feel full.”

Haley scooted over to examine the sausage. “Did you even eat any?”

“Yes.” Remy rubbed her stomach. “A lot.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Haley said.

“Well I did!” Remy said, unsure why she felt the need to raise her voice. Haley hadn’t meant any harm. “I mean — I swallowed several bites, but they just kept coming.”

“I’m sure I sound like a broken record, but you’re three inches tall,” Lily said. “The bot can transfer the food to your mouth, but it can’t increase the size of your stomach.”

“I know!” Remy said, hoping her bot was incapable of showing embarrassment. “I just figured it would go to the waste disposal container or something.”

“It doesn’t.” Lily deadpanned.

“Clearly.” Remy glared at her sister.

“Alright, alright,” Mom said. “Can you give me a few hours before you start fighting? At least until we get back from the mall?”

“When are we going?” Haley asked, seemingly immune to the tension in the room. “Can I help pick out her clothes?”

“I’m staying home,” Lily said.

Remy wanted to remind Lily that no one had invited her, but she bit her tongue. She still couldn’t identify why she was upset. Perhaps it was because in the bot, she felt like an entirely new person. She could do so much more, almost as much as a prime, but not quite. Perhaps it made her shortcomings, as minor as they were, seem so much greater. The closer she got to being normal, the more pronounced her remaining limitations became.

***

The journey to the mall was surprisingly uneventful. People didn’t pay much attention to the three-foot-tall girl. Then again, they never paid much attention to the three-inch-tall girl either. Betas weren't exactly rare and BetaBots were becoming more common so perhaps the novelty of small humans had waned among the general public.

Remy found she could keep pace with Haley so long as she walked as fast as possible. Sometimes she’d break into a light jog to keep up, but nothing strenuous. The bot did not do the work for her. As proof, her HUD’s fitness meter displayed steps taken and calories burned. She’d almost met her fitness goal for the day (whatever that meant), and it wasn’t even noon.

The first place they stopped was Payless. Her current shoes were designed for the bot, but they looked like Crocs. With Haley’s help, Remy found some toddler shoes which were reasonably discrete. They were like Converse but with a velcro strap at the top, in case she forgot how to tie them. Whatever. They were comfortable than the Crocs and didn’t expose her toes to the cold weather, so it was a win in her book.

The rest of the shopping happened in much the same fashion. They moved from the toddler section of one clothing shop to the next, each time finding a couple of fitting items which didn’t make her look like a three-year-old. Granted, the cat print gray dress and the pink one with the fuzzy apple pushed the limits of what she found tolerable, but since both Haley and Mom had insisted, she couldn’t help but add them to her growing collection. They made quite the persuasive team, and she suspected Mom would’ve bought the dresses anyway.

At Haley’s insistence, Remy wore the cat dress on the way home since the feline’s pink cheeks matched the pink in her new shoes. In spite of popular opinion (euphemisms aside), lesbians didn’t hate the color pink. It wasn’t her most favorite, nor was it her least. She did hate dresses, but she couldn’t deny the comfort of her current outfit, especially wearing her new cotton panties. They reminded her of the one’s she’d worn in her childhood, when she’d been a prime, both soothing and concealing.

Haley gave Remy a piggyback ride on the way back to the car, and it was a welcome relief. Remy had already exceeded her fitness goal for the day and her legs protested the thought of further activity. Besides, she’d was already wearing the clothing of a toddler. Why not be transported like one?

“You’re lighter than my backpack,” Haley said as she hopped onto a curb and crunched through the brown grass.

Remy leaned against her sister’s warm back and rested chin on shoulder. She could fall asleep in such a position, but she didn't want to lose her grip and risk damaging her bot. It might not be her real body, but it was close enough. She’d take care of it, good care of it, since it would make her visits to Earth Prime so much more enjoyable.

“You know,” she said. “This bot almost makes me want to visit more often. I wish I could take it home with me.”

“We are going home, sweetie,” Mom said.

“No, I mean back to Earth Beta.”

“Oh,” Mom said.

Remy chuckled as she thought about it. “Of course, there I’d be a giant. Wow. I’d literally be a giant. Wouldn’t that be ridiculous?”

“I suppose it would.” Mom clicked a button on her key fob and the car beeped in the distance.

***

“ I’ve been drinking water, and it’s fine,” Remy said. “I don’t feel thirsty at all.” She ducked behind Haley’s legs to avoid her Mom’s outstretched arms.

“Check your bladder.” Lily said from her spot on the sofa.

“It’s” — Remy glanced at the blinking rectangle in the corner of her vision — “almost full. I’ll just go empty it.”

“You don’t have the advanced water and waste modules,” Lily said. “We have to empty it for you.”

“So empty it for me!” Remy squealed, dived from a reaching hand, but she wasn’t quite fast enough.

Mom caught hold of Remy’s arm, then lifted her, and set her on the couch beside Lily. “Remy Phillips! I’m giving you five seconds to get out of there!”

“No!” Remy struggled, but couldn’t budge her Mom’s huge hands. “I don’t want to be small again. Why can’t I just take a shower as I am?”

“She just said you don’t have the water module, so you can’t get wet.” Mom’s fingers pressed against the top of Remy’s head, likely looking for a way to open the bot.

“Not exactly,” Lily said. “Her bot can get wet, but her real body won’t get clean. After the modules are installed, she’ll be able to drink warm water and take a bath. She’ll also be able to spit and cry and urinate.”

“I can already urinate, thank you very much.” Remy fell onto her back and brought her arms and legs up to ward off Mom’s probing hands.

Lily sighed. “Sure. Using the basic dry waste module, which by the way, will also need manual disposal. After you get the modules, you’ll be able to urinate dirty water and defecate dry waste from your bot without our assistance.”

“Neat!” Haley said.

“Not helping.” Remy shot her youngest sister a scowling face. “I’m only here for a few more days. Why can’t I just shower when I get home?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Mom had pinned Remy’s arms and legs to the cushion. “Lily, how do you open this thing?”

Remy continued to squirm to no avail. “How long is it going to take?”

“If you would get out, I’ll drive it to the store now,” Mom said.

“A day, at most,” Lily said. “Maybe sooner since you already have the basic waste module.”

“Ugh!” Remy hated the thought of another day of tininess.

“I can’t understand why you’re being so stubborn,” Mom said.

“No you can’t understand,” Remy said. “It sucks being three inches tall. I’ve finally got a halfway decent body, and now you’re taking it away from me. Why couldn’t you have installed the freaking modules ahead of time?”

Mom’s eyebrows raised, her expression warning. “Are you sure you want to use that tone with me? Do you know how expensive this is?”

“In fairness, the advanced water and waste modules didn’t exist when Mom purchased the bot,” Lily said.

“Sorry,” Remy said, feeling slightly guilty at her ungratefulness. She sat up, and searched for the HUD feature which would allow her to exit. “It just — this body feels like it’s mine now. I’m actually a little scared to leave it. It’s hard to explain.”

“Sweetheart, I’m glad you like your new body.” Mom ran her hand along the back of Remy’s hair. “Trust me, I am. And I promise I’ll get it back to you as soon as possible. Now can you come out? The faster get it to the store, the faster you get it back.”

“Ok.” Remy found the option for separate, smirking a little at the spelling of the word. She’d likely have guessed incorrectly if she’d attempted to spell it yesterday.

She selected the option and immediately lost her senses. There was nothing. She was nothing. She was alone with her thoughts and nothing else.

Fortunately the isolation didn’t last long. Light flooded her compartment, this time from the real world rather than some virtual imitation. She still couldn’t move, however, her arms and legs spread like a snow angel.

“Cool!” Haley’s face was the first to appear. “She’s floating.”

“What?!” Remy asked. She couldn’t move her head. “What do you mean?”

“Magnets,” Lily said, as if the single word should explain everything.

Mom reached with her hand. “Can I take her out now?”

“It’s best to let the bot do the work,” Lily said.

Mom’s encroaching hand withdrew and Remy felt weight return to her body. Something solid slid under her feet. She jerked forward, regaining control over her limbs, and stumbled into the futon platform. “Whoa.”

“Good,” Mom said. “Now get undressed. Let’s not waste any more time.”

Remy sighed as she took in the greatly expanded environment as a result of her greatly reduced size. Three giant faces stared at her as if she were a specimen from some alien planet. She recognized them as her family, of course, but elevated to some scarcely conceivable level of divinity. Their power unfathomable. Their will unquestionable. Arriving from Earth Beta led to a similar experience, but not as extreme. When traveling, she interacted with many betas before direct exposure to primes.

“Gimme a second.” Remy tugged off her helmet as she regained her composure. Then, she glared back at the giants surrounding her. “A little privacy?”

Once they turned their heads, Remy unzipped her suit causing it to hiss like a deflating balloon. She wrinkled her nose at a sudden whiff of something unpleasant. It took her a second to identify it as her own body odor. The suit practically slid off her arms and torso, her own sweat and oil making it’s removal like peeling an old banana.

“Ok.” She stepped out of the suit, then picked it up to hide her indecency. “Maybe I do need a shower.”

Haley was the first to turn around. “Can we take a bath, Mommy? Please!”

“Fine, just be careful.” Mom plucked up the helmet, then snatched the suit from Remy’s hands leaving her fully naked.

“Sweet!” Before Remy could complain, she found herself encased in Haley’s soft but unbreakable grasp, moving fast, presumably in the direction of the bathroom. “I can’t wait to show you my bath bomb. I’ve been waiting until you got here to use it.”

Being naked in front of her family wasn’t a new thing. Neither was bathing with Haley. Remy simply couldn’t perform some sanitary functions without assistance, and Haley never failed to volunteer a helping hand. However, it still didn’t stop her from feeling a certain degree of embarrassment, especially given her current state of filth.

“Pyewww!” Haley sniffed Remy’s head, the only part of her body exposed from the girl’s closed fist. “You really need a bath.” She closed the door, set Remy beside the sink, then twisted the tub’s faucet. Water roared in distance, drowning out the sound of the bathroom’s fan.

Haley stripped naked, removing her dress and panties faster than Remy would’ve thought possible. She undid her tails and let her hair fall straight as she dove under the sink and rummaged around. When she reappeared, she held up an enormous pink box containing the ‘bubble bomb’. It looked like a spherical cupcake with glitter on top.

“Aren’t you glad I waited?” Her eyes danced with glee, and Remy couldn’t help but smile. Haley opened the top of the box and inhaled dramatically. “Oh my gosh! Smell!”

She aimed the opening at Remy and the sweet, soapy aroma flooded her senses. She stepped backwards and held up her hands in a warding gesture. “Yeh.” She coughed. “Smells wonderful.”

“I know.” Haley giggled then reached for Remy.

“No grabbing.” Remy held up her hands, but to no avail. Haley grabbed her, encircling everything below her armpits, and carried her to the tub. She probably hadn’t heard Remy over the water.

“It’s safer this way...when you’re wet.” Haley stepped into the tub and sat down. She planted Remy between her legs as she worked on the packaging.

“I wasn’t wet,” Remy mumbled, not intending to be heard. She’d been sweaty, but her sweat had begun to dry. Of course, she was certainly wet now. The rising water already reached her breasts.

She turned away from Haley’s unabashed display of her ‘private’ area. The girl had zero sense of modesty. During the warmer months, if she could find a way to strip to her undies, she would. She’d merely giggle if mom told her to get dressed, then retreat to her room. If Remy’s house happened to be there with Remy inside, she’d almost always forget Mom’s command and move on to more interesting things, like hide and seek. If Mom used her ‘serious’ tone, which usually only happened after a couple of times getting caught, Haley would then wear something more substantial, but only then.

Remy, on the other hand, didn’t have a ‘serious’ voice in her three-inch form. Day one, Haley listened and respected, but she dropped the act entirely by day two. Since it was day two, Remy knew she had about as much control over Haley as one might have over the wind. Oddly, Haley did seem more obedient this morning with ‘RemyBot’, but perhaps it had been a fluke. She intended to find out when she got her bot back, which hopefully would be later tonight.

“Got it open!” Packaging clattered to the floor on the other side of the tub. “Look!”

Remy turned around and gazed up at the massive pink and white ball hovering a few inches above her face. It had already started to bubble at the points where Haley’s fingertips contacted its surface. It had also started to descend, making Remy wave her hands as if signaling search and rescue.

“Wait!” Remy yelled. “Where’s my tub?!”

“Awww,” Haley said. “Dontcha wanna feel the bubbles? They’ll be really big for you.”

“No!” Remy turned the other direction as if to make a run for it (soon to be a swim for it), but there lay nothing but Haley’s crossed feet and the roar of the faucet. Instead, she turned back and yelled, “I’ll drown!”

“No you won’t.” Haley carefully placed the bomb in the water then, without hesitation, scooped Remy up and held her near the center of the resulting ‘explosion’.

Remy squealed and fell back against Haley’s fingers as the furious fizzing encircled her body, the pink bubbles popping just under her chin. Haley lifted her higher causing Remy to burst into laughter as the fizzies assaulted her feet. Upon hearing it, Haley burst into her own fit of giggles, lowering Remy to more thoroughly experience the bubbly sensation.

Remy sat up straight on Haley’s palm to ensure her head remained above the growing layer of bubbles, but it was probably unnecessary. Haley wouldn’t let her get hurt, at least not intentionally. In spite of her frequent childish disobedience, she had a sense for when Remy was afraid, and instinctively sought to remedy frightening situations. If Remy could trust Haley with anything, it was her safety.

Ironically, in this case, Remy found herself almost grateful she’d been overruled. Sitting comfortably in the center of a giant bubble bomb turned out to be a lot more fun and a lot less scary than she’d imagined.

She beamed up at Haley. “Smells like cupcakes!”

“I know! Isn’t it cool!” Haley’s face rushed down and plunged into the water, sending a wave of pink bubbles cascading over Remy’s head. She barely managed to close her eyes and mouth in time. She considered standing, but Haley’s head was already on the rise, her dangly hair now decorated with pink glitter.

Haley wiped her eyes with her free hand and blew her nose. “Ewww!” She grimaced. “Booger!”

Of course, Haley had to bring the booger laden finger to Remy for inspection.

“Disgusting,” Remy said, mostly because it was what Haley wanted to hear.

In truth, she’d never been disgusted by bodily fluids. In fact, she enjoyed popping pimples, especially on primes. She had a talent for it, and she could always do it in a way that wouldn't leave a mark. It should gross her out, but it didn't, perhaps because it was a task she could perform better than primes, and such tasks were indeed rare. Extremely rare.

“I dare ya to touch it,” Haley said.

“Pass,” Remy said. It wasn’t an ugly booger. It was white and gooey and, in her opinion, hardly counted as a booger, but that didn’t mean she wanted to touch it. “Can I have my tub now?”

“Only if you touch it.”

Remy reached out, stuck a finger in the cooling mucus, and withdrew her hand.

“Ewww, you touched my booger!” Haley said.

Remy popped the same finger into her mouth, sucked and withdrew it with an audible pop.

Haley’s mouth dropped open and for a moment she looked utterly stunned. Then her face scrunched. “Ewwwwww —”

She erupted into a giggle fit and coughed out something unintelligible which Remy interpreted as: “Ate my booger!”

Eventually she calmed. Then she looked at her finger and, still grinning wildly, popped it into her mouth. When the finger emerged, it was entirely clean.

“I ate my own booger!” Haley laughed hysterically as she spoke. It was contagious and Remy found herself laughing, then coughing pink bubbles as Haley’s hand had dipped lower in the water.

Attuned to Remy’s coughing, Haley stopped giggling and lifted Remy, this time all the way to her face. “What did it taste like?”

“Delicious.” Remy crossed her arms. It was significantly cooler out of the water.

“I mean what did it really taste like?”

Remy rolled her eyes. In all honesty, not much of the booger had stuck to her finger. It had a taste, but not one she could easily describe. “Salty, I guess. A little like…grape bubblegum!”

“Nuh-uh!” Haley’s gap toothed smile was on prominent display and Remy found herself amazed at the size of the girl’s incisors. They seemed too big for her mouth, but Remy knew it was because she was still just a kid. She’d grow into them, probably get braces at some point. It sucked that some kids made fun of her at school. In Remy’s opinion, the two teeth only added to her cuteness. And, though she had an irrational fear of prime mouths, Remy found her fear of Haley’s mouth to be dramatically reduced, almost nonexistent. Almost.

“Why is your hair curly down here but not on your head?” Haley asked.

Something brushed Remy’s groin, immediately snapping her attention away from Haley’s mouth and toward the giant finger prodding her mons.

“Quit it!” She slapped at the finger and it retreated. “I told you not to touch there.”

“Why not? I touch myself there sometimes.”

“You can touch yourself all you want, but not other people,” Remy said. “We’ve been over this.”

“But you said you touched your girlfriend there.” Haley looked genuinely confused.

Remy had forgotten she’d mentioned that detail over the summer when she’d given a very high level description of lesbian sex. Now it was coming back to haunt her.

“It’s ok if you’re in love with each other and you’re in a relationship.”

“But we love each other, right?” Haley asked.

“Well yeh, but...” Remy searched for a way to explain it. “You can’t marry your sister or anyone in your family, therefore you can’t be in a loving, marital relationship with your sister.”

Haley considered this for a while, then said, “But you weren’t married.”

Remy swung her head backwards where it softly impacted Haley’s finger. “It doesn’t matter. Well...it kind of matters. Ideally you should be married. But if your not married, you at least need to be in a relationship with someone you love enough to eventually marry one day. And don't ask me why I didn’t marry Rachel. Sometimes people break up, and it’s hard to talk about it.”

“You mean like how Mom never wants to talk about Dad?”

“Uh, yeh.” Remy didn’t like this topic of conversation any better than the last. “But Dad’s an asshole, so I’d rather not talk about him either.”

Haley chewed on her bottom lip for a second. Her finger, the same one that had probed earlier, moved toward Remy then stopped. “So why —”

“Can you put me back in the water before we continue with the hundred questions?” Remy shivered noticeably. “Please?!”

The fizzing had stopped by the time Remy returned the water, and the foam had spread, making it far less likely she’d get an unwelcome mouthful of suds. Since it was too deep for her to stand, she remained on Haley’s palm until the massive girl retrieved the plastic tub from the soap dispenser. Haley filled it with water, then turned the faucet off. The water level of the prime tub had risen past her belly button, more than enough for a proper bath.

Haley set the plastic tub between her legs where it floated. She let Remy slide into it before scooping a generous portion of suds into her hand and layering them on top of Remy. The tiny teen could’ve done without the suds (did they even contain soap?), but she didn’t complain. She had her own bath now, and while it might be nothing more than a child’s toy designed for cleaning dolls, it suited her just fine.

“Thank you.” She relaxed with her arms resting on the tub’s plastic sides.

“Now can I ask more questions?”

“Go for it.” Since Remy was in a place of relaxation, she could handle the endless barrage of questions. Probably.

“Can I touch your boobies?”

Remy looked down, momentarily questioning the presence of her ‘boobies’. They hadn’t gone anywhere, but they weren’t exactly prominent. Although she wore a B cup, reclining caused her breasts to disappear, at least from her own perspective.

“Nope,” she said. “Next question.”

“Why not?” Haley asked in a way that caused Remy to glance up. The girl was smiling, of course.

“Now you’re just being annoying,” Remy said. “We’ve talked about inappropriate touch a million times. In fact, we just got done talking about it.”

Obviously, a million was an exaggeration, but Remy was sure she’d talked about it at least once last summer and the one before that. Unfortunately, like most difficult explanations, they didn’t satisfy Haley for long. As she grew in both age and intelligence, she invariably thought of a new way to ask the same questions, a slight twist perhaps, or a deeper delve into a chain of ‘whys’ until the only remaining answer was: because.

Case in point.

“But what about when I wash you?” Haley asked. “You let me touch them then.”

“That’s different,” Remy said. “Don’t ask why.”

For a while, Haley remained silent, giving Remy time to think of an answer for what she knew was coming.

“But...why’s it different?” Haley asked.

Remy sighed, even though she’d expected the question. At least she’d thought of something. “When you wash me, your intentions aren’t to arouse me, so it’s fine. Arousal is part of what makes sex feel good. Sex feels good because it makes people want to have babies. People need to have babies because reproduction is the only way to avoid extinction. Hopefully that answers all your questions and you’ll let me soak in peace now.”

For a time, Haley seemed satisfied and Remy got her wish. The combination of the warm water and soothing smells relaxed her to the point where she could feel herself start to doze. Then Haley asked, “What does arousal feel like?”

Remy blinked. “It feels...I dunno...good. Haley opened her mouth to speak, but Remy interrupted. “Tingly warmth in your pelvis. Sometimes it spreads to other parts of your body, especially when you become more aroused. Eventually it builds to the point where you have an orgasm, and it’s the best feeling in the world. It doesn’t last long, but it makes you feel happy and peaceful for a while afterwards.”

“What if — ”

“Nope,” Remy said. “You’ve reached your limit. No more sex questions for today.”

“But why?” Haley scowled.

“Because I know where you're going. We’ll end up talking about masturbation again or something equally embarrassing. Sometimes you just have to experiment and learn things for yourself, especially when it comes to private things.”

“No fair,” Haley said. “How am I supposed to learn when you won’t answer my questions?”

“You just…” Remy searched for a way to explain. “Ok. Let me ask you a question. You’ve masturbated before, right?”

Haley gave a sly smile, her cheeks blushing slightly. “Yes.”

“Ok.” Remy had her on the ropes. She pressed her advantage. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”

Haley’s eyes widened, then her blush deepened, spreading to her ears. She chewed on her bottom lip, refusing to look Remy in the eye.

“It’s embarrassing isn’t it?” Remy asked

The giant girl nodded. She was so cute, Remy almost felt bad doing this to her. Almost.

“The embarrassment is part of what makes arousal feel good,” Remy said. “It’s partly why sex and masturbation feel good. If you could talk about it easily, it wouldn’t be embarrassing, and you wouldn’t feel as good thinking about it. Now do you understand why I can’t answer all your questions?”

Haley, her face positively red, continued chewing on her bottom lip. Then she nodded, and cast a furtive glance at Remy. Eventually, she asked, “Why does embarrassment feel good?”

“It’s psychological and you’ll learn more about it in high school,” Remy said. “Basically everyone has a subconscious. Your subconscious knows what it wants, but it can’t talk to your brain directly. It tells you stuff by making you feel good when you think about things it likes. Sometimes these things are embarrassing. Sex itself is embarrassing for most people to talk about because society teaches us to be discreet.”

“You mean how society teaches us to wear clothes?” Haley asked.

“Exactly. Somehow you managed to skip that lesson, but yes.”

That got a giggle out of Haley. Unfortunately, it also seemed to lessen her reservations. “Do you really want to know what I think about?” she asked.

“No. And you don't need to tell me.”

“Hmm. I still don’t understand why it feels good when I think about it,” Haley said.

“You don’t need to understand. Just be happy it works. You can use it whenever you want to make yourself feel better, and eventually…”

“Eventually what?”

“Eventually it’ll feel so good you may have an orgasm, but never do that unless you’re alone or with the person you love.”

“But how will I know if I’m close.”

“You’ll know. You’ll probably start to breath harder, your heart rate will increase, and you’ll feel like you’re losing control. It’s when you willingly give up all control that it happens. You’re body may shake and make noises. Oh, and you might get wet down there. It’s not pee, but it can be messy. Basically these are some of the reasons why you never want to do it in public.”

Haley exhaled thoughtfully. “Sounds scary.”

“Maybe the first time, but then it’s never scary again. Actually you have to be careful because you might get addicted to the feeling. If you do it too much, it can cause lots of problems.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you’re brain becomes addicted to the chemicals of arousal. You have to do it more often just to feel normal, and if you don’t, you might start to feel depressed.”

“That sounds really bad.”

Remy shrugged. “It’s no worse than any other addiction. Like sugar. It’s ok to have some sugar even though it’s bad for you. But if you get addicted, you’re teeth will rot and you’ll get fat. Masturbation isn’t bad for you, but addictions are. So you just have to be strong and know when to be in control. For example, whenever I feel myself getting aroused in school, I force myself to think about playing a boring game like chess or Monopoly. Then, the arousal goes away and no one notices.”

“Cool.” Haley scratched the back, her gaze elsewhere. “That’s a neat trick.” She appeared to be thinking about something.

“That’s it?” Remy asked eventually. “I’m done playing Dr. Ruth?”

“Who’s Dr. Ruth?”

“Nevermind,” Remy said. “I’m just surprised you’re finished asking questions.”

Haley’s grinning face zoomed in closer. “Because it’s bath time!” Her wriggling fingertips emerged from the water, dancing with mischievous intent.

Yuk.” Remy said, catching sight of her sibling’s fingernails. “Not until I clean underneath.” She grabbed one of Haley’s fingertips and ran her on fingers under the nail. It wasn’t a long nail, but it was long enough to house a substantial amount dirt and other gunk. Luckily, her tiny fingers were well suited to the job of gunk removal.

“Awww,” Haley said. “This takes forever.”

“Hold still.” Remy finished with the first, then moved on to the next finger. Haley was familiar with the process because Remy had always insisted upon it during the first shared bath of her visit.

“So boring,” Haley said. But she complied, patiently waiting for Remy to finish cleaning one fingernail before offering the next in sequence. Since her pinky finger was miraculously clean, she skipped it and presented her left hand.

“Well,” Remy said as she dug out a particularly stubborn bit. “Maybe if you’d stop digging in the mud all day.”

Haley giggled, causing her fingers to momentarily jerk away. “I don’t dig in mud. They just get dirty.”

“Uh huh. Well.” Remy clawed out the last speck of dirt. “Nice and clean.” She rinsed her hands. “Now it’s time for the ears!”

“Noooo!” Haley made a face. “It’s my turn to wash you!”

“Ridiculous,” Remy said. “I’d just get all dirty again by doing your ears.”

“But my ears are fiiiine.” Haley stuck a finger in one, removed it, and smelled. Her nose wrinkled before she could catch herself.

“Ears.” Remy repeated, knowing she’d won the battle. Defeated, Haley slid further into the tub, resting her head against the tile. She then plucked Remy up and set the tiny teen on her left shoulder. Remy used the copious amounts of tangled hair to climb onto the bathtub ledge. Then she approached the giant ear.

She tugged at a massive lock in her way, but it wouldn’t budge. “A little help here.”

Haley swept the unruly lock behind her ear, giving Remy access to the sought-after orifice. Without hesitation, Remy stuck her arm deep into the canal, pushing through the warm, accumulated wax with ease. Her arm happened to be just the right length to reach far but not so far as to risking harm to the eardrum.

Remy rotated her arm in a tight circle, causing Haley’s shoulders to contract upwards. “Careful,” Remy said. “You’ll break my arm if you jerk away.” She wasn’t sure if it was true, but it certainly seemed possible, lodged in there as deep as she was.

Remy formed a scoop with her hand and withdrew her arm, taking with it all the wax that had built up in Haley’s ear since their last session, a few months ago. Surprisingly, it wasn’t much, but it was enough to give Remy the satisfaction a job well done. She repeated the process a couple of times, ensuring pristine cleanliness, before asking to be transported to the other ear.

It, for whatever reason, was considerably dirtier. It required Remy nearly ten scoopings to remove all the wax and dirt. When she finished, she felt markedly unclean herself, but immeasurably satisfied. “Done!”

Haley sat up straight, then bent forward, dipping her head in the water and shaking it around. The wax, though noticeable to Remy, would hardly be of concern to Haley. Remy couldn’t even see the particles in the water, especially not with the still-present layer of bomb suds, but Haley scrubbed her hair and face nonetheless.

After she emerged, saying “yuk, yuk, yuk,” she turned on the faucet and splashed her face several times. Apparently satisfied the dirty bits no longer clung to her hair or skin, she turned her attention back to Remy. “Your turn!”

Remy squealed at the menacing look in Haley’s eyes and leapt feet-first into the tub. It was a high jump, but she’d learned to be less afraid of heights after reading about terminal velocity and the square-cube law. While on Earth Prime, betas gained certain advantages which helped them survive falls...within reason.

After plunging into the warm water, Remy remained underneath the bubble layer until Haley’s searching hands found her and scooped her out. She squirmed and nearly slipped free, but Haley’s free hand pinned her to the wet palm. Two of Haley’s fingers, one on each of Remy’s arms, was all it required to render her helpless and immobile.

“Stop trying to get away,” Haley said, but her smile spoke otherwise. She’d always enjoyed Remy’s fruitless escape attempts and would often give Remy several opportunities to break away. Even now, she withdrew her fingertips slowly, as if waiting for another escape attempt. When Remy remained still, Haley’s smile faded, just a little, like a cat losing interest in her prey. Some interest, not all interest.

Haley rubbed her free hand on a bar of soap and proceeded to lather Remy’s entire body with it. Nothing could describe the feel of such powerful digits kneading her body, easily covering entire sections of her skin all at once with wet, slippery warmth. Haley spent longer than usual on Remy’s ‘private’ areas, likely due to their earlier conversation, but Remy didn’t care. She wasn’t particularly aroused and Haley didn’t know exactly what she was doing (or where to focus), so it was harmless. Remy simply enjoyed the massage, especially when Haley pinched her sore feet. Nothing beat a good foot massage.

The pressure — and texture — changed.

Remy’s eyes snapped open and she found herself buried knee-deep in Haley’s mouth. She squealed and jerked her feet back but they were caught behind Haley's teeth. The gap between her incisors was almost wide enough for her feet to squeeze through, but not quite. Realizing further resistance would only encourage the child, she simply gave up and lay flat, confident whatever Haley had planned wouldn’t endanger her.

Haley sucked at her feet and shins for several seconds, tickling Remy’s soles with her tounge and the breath. Eventually she licked her spittle from Remy’s legs and asked, “I thought you were afraid of mouths.”

“I am,” Remy said. “But I’m not afraid of yours, so if you were trying to scare me, you failed.”

Haley frowned cutely, then her eyes lit up. She opened her mouth wide and chomped several times, each time inching closer to Remy’s head.

Fearlessly, Remy grabbed hold of the girl’s bottom lip and stuck her head through, only to have the giant teeth stop short, resting on Remy’s upper back. The menacing incisors retreated, and Remy backed out, but not all the way. Something had caught her attention.

“Hold still,” Remy said as she ran a hand over the left front tooth, then the right. She could easily fit her hand through the gap between them, and it fascinated her in a weird way. The enamel was quite smooth, and the gums were a healthy shade of pink, although the teeth themselves could’ve been whiter. Though her mouth didn’t smell pleasant, her breath wasn’t bad. It smelled faintly of peanut butter and cake, the latter likely coming from the tub water.

“You really need to start flossing.” Remy scratched at a small section of plaque, or what she assumed to be plaque, but found it too hard for her nails to penetrate. She wasn’t disgusted, but more intrigued since this was the first prime mouth shed examined in such proximity in a very long time.

“Why?” Haley asked her predictable question, after pulling Remy far enough back from her mouth to enable speech.

“Because it kind of stinks in there. You don’t want to have stinky breath. And if you don’t floss, you’ll get cavities.”

A dripping hand emerged from the water and cupped itself around the mouth. Haley exhaled and sniffed. “It doesn’t stink,” she said.

“You can’t smell it because your nose is used to it, but I can.”

“But I brush my teeth.”

“Doesn’t matter. You have to floss too, otherwise the food remains between your teeth. Tiny bacteria grow in it. They eat the food particles and poop, eventually making your breath stink.” Remy wasn’t entirely sure of the facts, but they sounded good enough to her.

“Ewww!” Haley shot a look at the bathroom sink. “I’m gonna floss right now.”

“No!” Remy said. “You should only do it once a day, before you go to sleep and after you brush.” It was entirely untrue, but she didn’t want to give the poor girl a complex.

“And then my breath will smell good?”

“Yep,” Remy said. “But you have to do it every day.”

“I will!”

“I’m surprised the dentist didn’t tell you all this.”

“He did, but he never told me about the poopy bacteria.” Haley’s tongue navigated the area between her bottom lip and teeth.

“Don’t worry,” Remy said. “I was exaggerating. It doesn’t smell that bad. As long as you floss every night, you’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Smell again.” Haley exhaled over Remy.

Remy ignored the blast of warm air and said, “Stick out your tongue and let me touch it.”

“Ahhhh.” Haley did as requested.

Remy ran her hand over Haley’s tongue, mesmerized by the feel of the taste buds, the simultaneously slick, yet muscular and bumpy surface of the tongue. Then she retracted her hand and found it covered in saliva. She smelled her hand while Haley was watching. “It’s fine, just a little peanut butter and not much else. Brush and floss before you go to bed and it’ll smell even better.”

“Okay!” Haley narrowed her eyes. “Now I’ve got to wash you all over again.”

“Yep.” Remy reclined and let Haley do her thing. She was proud of herself. She’d simultaneously confronted her fear of the mouth and taught her little sister a valuable lesson in the process. Plus vore was, ironically, one of her turn-ons. It wasn’t her favorite kink, nor did she relish the thought of her fantasies including the oral details she’d just acquired, but she wasn’t about to get hung up over it.

What she fantasized about in her own mind was her own business, and she’d enjoy her fantasies without guilt. After all, if she couldn’t be free in her own mind, she couldn’t be free anywhere.

And that was a life not worth living.