Given how Rebecca reacted when Tiffany first suggested that Ashleigh was going to move in, she didn't mention the engagement ring to her fellow shrinkee. She simply decided to let it be a surprise for both the little redhead and their owner when Ashleigh inevitably popped the question.

But Christmas came and went within a few days of their return and Ashleigh never pulled out the ring. Neither of them went home for the holiday, instead spending it together. They went to a friend's for Christmas Eve and returned home giggling and a little drunk. They didn't even take her or Rebecca out of the cage before they fell to the bed and started to paw at each other. They slept off their hangovers the following morning before Ashleigh cooked a comically large meal.

A meal that Tiffany and Rebecca actually got to eat beside their gigantic owners. They were placed at the center of the table with a roast beef the size of a house towering over them and scraps from every dish arrayed on a saucer in front of them. The sound of Amanda and Ashleigh overeating boomed around the tiny pair, and Tiffany couldn't help but flinch every time a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes or a slab of beef passed over her head. When the meal finally ended with each giantess eating a truck-sized slice of pie, the shrunken women were scooped up and then dropped unceremoniously atop their owners bulging and gurgling stomachs while they watched Christmas movies.

It was pleasant and intimate and Tiffany couldn't imagine why her immense former friend didn't take the opportunity to propose.

Neither of them went into work immediately after the holiday, and the days simply bled into each other. Amanda dragged Ashleigh out on runs that her girlfriend claimed were too cold and long, which she used as an excuse to drag Amanda down onto the couch beneath a hefty blanket. Tiffany and Rebecca cleaned their running sneakers while they cuddled above, then with no warning Ashleigh lifted the tiny redhead up from the floor and slid her somewhere into the dark warm confines of the blanket. The moans that echoed out of Amanda told Tiffany exactly what was going on and she did her best to block it out.

She expected the giantesses to simply stay on vacation through the New Year, which is why she was shocked to see Amanda rising out of bed the following Monday while Ashleigh remained an unmovable mountain beneath the sheets. Tiffany, as her Goddess's loofah, wasn't worthy of an explanation when Amanda's hand dipped into the cage to first pull a discarded sock up over Rebecca's shoulders and then rip Tiffany out of her own makeshift bed.

The shrunken brunette had long ago adjusted to Amanda's morning routine and so she simply let her owner have her way with her as she was dragged back and forth across the blonde's enormous frame. Sitting atop a hand towel afterward, the only thing that surprised Tiffany was when Amanda came in fully dressed and carried her back to the cage.

Rebecca sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes as Amanda gently scooped the girl up. The redhead giggled and squirmed when Amanda kissed her and whispered, “You're coming with me to the office, lovely.”

“Yes, Goddess,” Rebecca cooed back as she was lowered down into Amanda's bag.

The smile remained on the blonde giantess's face as she crossed over to where Ashleigh still slept. She bent down and kissed her girlfriend on the cheek, “I gotta go into work, Ash.”

The larger woman grumbled and reached out for Amanda, “No work, babe, vacation...”

“Some stuff is basically on fire,” she whispered as she squatted down and leaned in closer, “I have to go.”

All Ashleigh offered was another annoyed grunt and a kiss.

“Love you too,” was Amanda's reply.

The world shook from her passing and Tiffany found herself sitting in the cage alone, staring at Ashleigh. It had been over a week since they had gotten back from Los Angeles and still the ring box remained hidden somewhere in the apartment. They had exchanged some gifts on Christmas but Ashleigh hadn't given her girlfriend any jewelry.

Tiffany found herself wondering just what the hold up was but before she could think about it for much longer, her gigantic former roommate finally rose from the bed she shared with Amanda. The blonde smacked her lips sleepily as she stood up, scratching herself and picking gunk from around her eyes without a hint of self-consciousness. Tiffany's prison shook when Ashleigh strolled up to it, her hand flicking the door open and wrapping around the shrunken brunette, “Morning, Tiff...”

The shrunken woman hung in Ashleigh's grip, and didn't flinch whenever she was unconsciously brushed against the giantess's fluffy pajama bottoms. She was set down on the rim of the tub and did her best to ignore the enormous woman relieving herself, even though the sound and smell was literally inescapable. A hand reached over her as she sat huddled on the edge of the tub doing her best to breathe through her mouth, and suddenly Ashleigh's grunts were covered up by the waterfall pouring out of the tub's faucet.

Steam began to rise and the sound of the drain being stoppered echoed off the tile.

The toilet flushed and Tiffany watched Ashleigh's shadow rise up and disrobe.

The gigantic blonde's leg swung out over head and then with a slow satisfied sigh, she lowered herself into the bathtub. Her immense tanned hand landed beside Tiffany, her fingertips brushing against the shrunken girl before her foot reached up in the distance and, after a few attempts, managed to cut off the water before it threatened to overflow. Ashleigh sighed once more, drawing the shrunken woman's gaze to where she rested her head against the tiled wall, her blonde hair piled up in a messy bun.

“Amanda and I were supposed to go do stuff today,” Ashleigh pouted while her fingers again brushed against Tiffany's body, “But now it's just you and me. She didn't even leave me both our shrinkees...”

Tiffany stared at her friend, and dozens of questions began to swirl inside of her.

“What?” Ashleigh asked as she gently patted Tiffany on the head.

“When are you going to propose?”

Ashleigh's eyebrows shot up and Tiffany's own jaw dropped. Out of all the things she could ask her former friend, after everything that the gigantic woman had done to her and said, the little brunette couldn't comprehend that that was what jumped to the front of her mind.

The blonde smiled, “So you found the ring?”

Her pinkie slid beneath Tiffany's chin, forcing her to look up at the giantess. She nodded.

“Well, Amanda apparently has a lot of fucking rules about proposals,” her amused snort echoed off the tiled walls as she rolled her eyes, “Thank God some jackass proposed at that nice restaurant we went to or I, apparently, would have done everything wrong.”

Water sloshed as her other hand rose into the sky, “She hates public proposals, said they're embarrassing and that she'd be mortified. So there went my plan to ask her during our hike because Runyon Canyon was going to be full of people. Also, she can't stand the idea of being asked around any holidays. Christmas, New Year's, and Valentine's? All of them are right out.” The snap of her fingers left Tiffany's ears ringing, “So now I have to wait and it sucks...”

The giantess slumped down, sending ripples throughout the water.

“And do you know what the worst part is, my little pet?”

Tiffany cringed as Ashleigh's fingers wrapped around her and pulled her closer to the gigantic woman. Water roared and waves crested in the tub as the blonde leaned forward, her face looming over Tiffany's world.

“I want to make it perfect for her,” she said with a smile before resting her head back against the wall. Her finger stroked up and down Tiffany's body, completely unconcerned with the way the shrunken woman squirmed. Ashleigh sighed, “I mean, God, I fell head over heels for that little nerd and I still can't believe it.”

Tiffany tried to crawl away from the probing finger but it pushed down against her chest, pinning her beneath it. She tried to shove it off but Ashleigh merely pressed slightly harder and the air was knocked out of her little body.

“Can you, lovely?”

The finger lifted just enough for Tiffany to breathe and she stared up at her former roommate, who regarded her with a cool casual expression. “I... I...” she stumbled over her words before she managed to say, “I didn't even know you were gay...”

Ashleigh's laughter boomed all around her, “Aw, Tiffany, I'm not gay.”

Tiffany blinked, “Wh-what...”

“I'm bisexual, cutie,” her finger trailed down Tiffany's body, making her shudder as it settled atop her stomach, “I know you know I've had sex with men. It's not like marrying Amanda would suddenly make all the dicks I've had in me, like, null and void.”

Tiffany simply stared back at the giantess, uncertain what to say.

“Aw, my poor dumb wittle homophobe,” Ashleigh cooed and Tiffany found herself shuddering as the finger started to gently play across her stomach, “Is that too nuanced for you?”

“No!” Tiffany shrieked in protest, strangely offended that the gigantic woman would think she couldn't grasp it. She slapped at the finger grinding atop her, “And I'm not homophobic!”

Ashleigh smirked, “I know.”

“Wh-what?” Tiffany deflated even though the finger continued to play atop her.

“I've seen the way you look at Amanda's little golden girl,” Ashleigh's finger slipped down between Tiffany's legs and the shrunken brunette gasped, “Sometimes when we eat lunch together, Amanda and I talk about when you two are going to, ya know...”

The fingertip pressed against her womanhood and Tiffany desperately tried to squirm away.

“She thinks it's already happened but I think she's been living in the Bay Area too long,” Ashleigh's finger ran down her legs and gently pulled at Tiffany's ankles, drawing her closer, “She literally thinks everyone is queer. Like, she thinks some characters on some kid's cartoon are gay. It'd honestly be annoying if she wasn't so cute when she talked about it.” The finger started to slowly roll up Tiffany's leg once more, moving steadily inward as it went, “But me, I think it's going to take some time.”

The fingertip hovered over her crotch and Tiffany wheezed, “Please...”

“Please what?”

The shrunken brunette squirmed but Tiffany found herself completely uncertain what she wanted as she stared up at the finger wagging above her. Her stomach churned and blood pounded in her ears as she stared at the tanned digit, the light catching off of Ashleigh's glossy nail.

“See, I know what you want, Tiffany,” the fingertip lowered but stopped just short of touching her, “But I want to hear you say it.”

“Please,” tears welled in Tiffany's eyes as she shook her head.

“I asked Amanda once, if you ever tried to escape,” the finger stretched over Tiffany's body and the tip hovered over her face, heat radiating off of it, “You were literally at our feet when I asked, lost in your own little world, massaging her toes. She told me that none of her lovelies ever tried to run away and I thought to myself, why the fuck would Tiffany Standish stay with a girl who she bullied in high school?”

Tiffany sobbed, “It's scary, it's so scary, Ashleigh, you don't know...”

The fingertip mushed down against her face, smothering her momentarily before it pulled away, “Is that really it, Tiffany? Is it because you're so wittle?” Before Tiffany could plead again the finger pressed down before lifting up, “Cause if you want, I can just give you to my brother. I know you think he's hot and don't lie to me about that.”

Images of Ashleigh's strapping younger brother flashed through her mind but she shook her head back and forth, “No, no, please...”

“Really? You don't want to be my brother's pet? He's actually super nice to shrinkees, so is his girlfriend,” the finger came down again but instead of smothering Tiffany, it played with her hair, “She's pretty cute too. You'd like her.”

“Ashleigh,” Tiffany sobbed, wishing the torture would simply end.

“No, you don't want to be someone else's pet do you, Tiffany?” The finger rolled down and started to gently knead her breasts.

“Please, Ashleigh, please...”

“If it's only because you're tiny and scared, why wouldn't you want to be someone else's pet?” Ashleigh's voice rose a little higher, like she was playing dumb, “Unless there was some other reason you wanted to stay here?”

Tiffany squirmed and shoved at the massive finger, “Ashleigh, please, don't...”

“Do you think little shrinkees that hate their owners ask when they're going to get married?” There was no pressure behind the blonde's fingertip but still Tiffany couldn't move it, “Don't you think they'd try to escape?”

“It's too hard,” Tiffany blubbered.

“No it's not. You're little, you could hide, you can crawl through vents. Hell you could just throw yourself off of the kitchen counter if you really hate it so much,” Ashleigh's giggling completely eclipsed Tiffany's sobs, “But you don't. You wait by the door every day for us to come home, you sit at our feet while we eat dinner and watch tv, you cuddle up with us, you don't even scream when we play with you. Do you?”

The finger trailed down Tiffany's stomach but stopped just short of her waist.

The shrunken brunette's chest heaved as she cried but all she could do was shake her head back and forth.

“Do you?”

“No!” She wailed and shoved against the finger.

Only Tiffany didn't shove it away, she shoved it down between her legs.

“Oh, do you want me to...” The finger wiggled once and a jolt of pleasure shot through Tiffany.

“Please,” she whined, “Please, Ashleigh...”

“But why, lovely?”

“Because...”

“Because?” The single word echoed off the tile all around them.

“Because I'm yours,” she said, “I love being your shrinkee.”

The finger started to rub against her womanhood and Tiffany squirmed in response. A smug smile spread across Ashleigh's face as she said, “That's what I thought, Tiffany.”