I was dimly aware of an odd sensation on the skin of my chest, where one of my small breasts kept brushing against a small, warm shape... possibly two. My eyes were still closed, and I was happily dozing through what on some level I knew would be a hangover if I actually woke up. I could feel the sunlight burning on the mostly-bare skin of my back, but had turned away from the brilliance sometime after it got into my eyes.
I could hear their small voices - Summer and Jennifer, my miniaturized lesbian sex toys, coordinating some kind of mischief... but I was trying to sleep. It wasn't working. I felt groggy and disoriented, and my leg was asleep. My mouth and tongue felt gummy and my neck ached. My eyes blinked open and I tried to take in the searingly bright features of the room.
I was still in the machine room, asleep on the bed in it where I'd passed out last night after a combination of fun and games with the toys, drinking, and coding new software for the machine. Not the best combination, I know. Blinking again, I could make out the mostly-empty wine glasses strewn about the room. The bedside table was covered with leftover food wrappers and a box of cold pizza from last night.
I heard more small voices, and looked down. I was topless, wearing only a pair of jeans and socks - and in front of my small breasts, my toys were putting on some kind of show. They had a little tripod set up two feet away with a digital camera on video mode, aimed at the two of them as they were making out - with my pale, rib-showing chest and pinkish nipples their backdrop.
As always, in the foreground of the shot they'd strewn about a few odds and ends for scale - a pencil there, a bottle cap there - to really drive home what good the 'special effects' their porno clips featured. They had tens of thousands of viewers, all paying a monthly fee. Sometimes they got special requests, and a few clients paid staggering money for them to do what they always did, but shout certain names or whatever as they fucked. Little whores.
Summer, eight inches tall, brunette, and ever the aggressor between the two, was wearing a simple white wrap-around skirt, open on one side and made from a cloth napkin, with a bright green 'bra' made from a scrunchie about her grape-sized breasts. Her supple body moved smoothly against the flesh of the smaller, paler redhead she was pushing herself on - controlling Jennifer easily through a combination of strength and experience.
Summer had my other toy at an advantage - looming over the smaller girl, pressing both of their little bodies to the soft flesh of my boob, my gradually stiffening nipple just high enough that I could feel Jennifer's butt almost sitting on it. Summer's fingers were wandering between Jennifer's legs, her face above the smaller girl's with a wide, knowing smile.
Jennifer, for her part, was playing along with whatever act Summer had scripted... or maybe it was all real and it was just on camera. The blush on her face was incredibly obvious with her pale skin. She was murmuring something back to Summer, meek but defying her - which wouldn't last, not judging my Summer's response, which was just a smirk.
My redheaded toy was wearing a grey knitted sweater, which she'd made herself - now a favorite among the viewers. It hugged her six-inch figure tightly but only came down just below her tiny, shapely ass. Its sleeves were a bit long, showing only her tiny fingers, and its narrow neck came up high, doubling back down just below her chin; it looked great on her, and she was trying to make a matching one for Summer.
I could barely hear their voices. They were quietly arguing about something.
"Here? They won't be able to see shit from here." Jennifer was complaining, facing up to her captor.
Summer all but whispered in response. "It's fine. I'll edit it." Her neck craned downward for a moment, kissing a resistant Jennifer. "Come on, crumple already."
"Do what?" Jennifer sounded doubtful, and I could see she was glancing up at me - meeting my eyes, realizing I was awake... and that I would do nothing to save her. Regardless of what she was saying, I could see her tiny pink nipples standing on end.
Summer glanced up as well, seeing I was up, and winked. Her attention returned to Jennifer, and she pressed down on the other girl's shoulders - her much greater strength forcing the redhead into a kneeling position, eyes level with Summer's pretty little cunt. "Crumple. Submit. Give in. Do what you do." She brought the other girls' face yet closer to her pussy. "Tongue. In. Pussy. Now, slut."
"I want to just rest with Rachel for a while. Let's not wake her up." Jennifer bit her lip, making doe eyes - giving a fantastic impression of the sexy twenty-year-old thing she actually kind of wasn't. She still used my name, but Summer invariably addressed me as Mistress.
"Don't hide behind her, you little ginger slut. You belong right here." Summer pressed Jennifer's face directly against her own sex, the scent undoubtedly filling her nose and probably igniting something inside Jennifer that the redhead was trying - and failing - to deny.
Summer nodded backward through her long, soft, quiet moans - toward the camera. I looked back at her with a frown, and she mouthed something to me about how this one would be great. I raised an eyebrow, not really feeling like helping, but Summer gave me a 'this is important' look.
Groaning, I picked up the camera - a thousand-dollar model with a little bitty tripod and a viewscreen on the back, the whole thing just barely small enough for Summer to carry. Its custom lens had cost us another two grand, intended for focusing in excruciating, high-def detail on small objects up close... such as a six-inch-tall redhead's tongue as it would inevitably slip between Summer's folds. I'd chafed at the price initially, but they recovered it in the first week.
I held the camera up above the two of them, leaving just enough of my breast and nipple and some spare change in view to please the viewers. I watched through the viewfinder, idle and detached, trying not to think about an odd realization percolating in my thoughts. I'd been pushing it down in my head for weeks, but now it was suddenly demanding attention. Maybe if I slept more it would go away again?
Jennifer glanced back and forth at Summer and I, scowling at my bored expression - and finally placed her hands on Summer's thighs and craned her neck backward, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue to pleasure Summer's bare sex. Summer made a long, satisfied moan as Jennifer dutifully began to lick the folds of the larger toy, then the brunette let her fingers rest on Jennifer's scalp, guiding the smaller woman's head around to meet her most intimate places.
"Good, good... yeah..." Summer's breaths were getting long and hot. "... need it right there, yes! Eat my pussy, you useless toy slut!"
The fact that Summer was basically just as useless didn't really register much with either of them. I mean, they were plenty useful to me. I loved their tiny bodies... their willingness to explore... the way they saw the world, and the way they looked up to me as their goddess-like Mistress... loved the way they goofed around even outside of sex, loved our evenings spent just watching Netflix, I loved...
Oh no.
My expression probably stayed flat as the two of them collapsed backward, Summer spreading her legs wide and shouting demands at the small redhead desperately eating her out, commanding the little sub to go faster, try harder, more fingers now, blah blah... almost wrestling with Jennifer while I wrestled with something in my own mind.
I absently zoomed the camera in on the action. Through the video screen, I watched as Summer came, hard, thrashing her legs high in the air and pressing Jennifer tight to her sex - the redhead's tongue driving inside and wriggling. Moments later, as Summer came down from her powerful orgasm, she grabbed Jennifer by the head and pulled the smaller girl up close to her, hugging her tight with both arms and kissing all over her pussy-soaked face. Jennifer wriggled in her grip, Summer's thigh pressing up in between her pale legs and aggressively rubbing her hair-trigger clit.
"Good toy... good Jenny-toy!" Summer was saying it between breathy kisses. "You were so good! Now you can cum for me!"
Jennifer was already close from Summer's treatment, and it didn't take long. She came, a soft series of wails as Summer played her sex between fingers and her rubbing though as though it was some kind of instrument. Afterward, the two cuddled together tightly, mumbling to each other up close - their small voices too quiet to hear even at this distance. They were such a great couple.
Yeah, I was in love with them.
I switched off the camera after another minute of their cuddling, knowing in some detached part of my mind that the audience loved those parts too. Two small bodies, nestled in the folds of my flannel blanket, a quarter inches away from them - happily dozing off. Picture perfect.
I rolled onto my back. How the fuck was I in love with them? I'd never loved anyone. I'd always thought it was some bullshit scam for authors to sell books, or to get people to have kids. I'd assumed this whole life of mine with the toys and the machine would just be me as a super-domme who used her toy girls as she saw fit, and they loved her back all the more for her aloof and careless ways.
Now I was letting Summer boss me around sometimes and I wasn't even mad about it.
It made sense, in hindsight; I'd gone really soft in the past few weeks. It had been two months since Jennifer's reduction to toy status, and after that I'd found no end of excuses to do things other than shrink more girls. For one thing, I'd gotten sidetracked for weeks looking for a fix their problems with heights, cold air, and vulnerability to injury.
