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        “EEE! Stop it, master!”
        “Haha, nope! You gotta escape the tickle monster! GrrrrRRRAWR!”
        With my hands held up imitating claws, I playfully growl and “pounce” down onto Boo, gently grabbing her and “mercilessly” wiggling a fingertip into her exposed belly, extracting a chorus of squeaks and giggles from my writhing little toy. Her ears are folded flat against her head, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth lit up in a big smile, and her entire face flushed bright pink from so much delighted laughter. I’ve been playing with my precious micro for the past couple minutes, and I can tell that she’s starting to get exhausted. That’s always sort of my goal, though: if I can have enough fun with my little kitten that she just wants to curl up and go to sleep afterwards, then I’ve been a good playmate to her. A couple minutes of tickle “torture” later, I finally relent and let Boo collapse on her back on the floor, panting contently.
        “Heee, awww… Looks like someone’s all tuckered out,” I coo in a singsongy voice. I reach out towards her, pinky-promising not to tickle her this time. Gently scooping her up into my palm and petting along the exhausted little critter’s body, I shiver in adoration and cute overload when I feel her purrs against my fingertip. God, I love my precious tiny.
        “Mmmmm… Maaasteeeer…” she whines happily—if not absentmindedly—as she rolls on her back and nuzzles into the soft folds of my hand like a cat. Sure, it’s fun to tease and humiliate micros every so often, but it’s moments like this that I really live for: cradling a sweet, helpless, tiny life in my hand, knowing that it trusts me with everything it has and relies on me for health, safety, love. There’s something magical about being trusted with so much and having the ability to betray that trust with no consequences, but choosing not to. You know what they say about great power and great responsibility, after all.
      “FUCKING… WHY didn’t it go in the—UUGGHHH!”
        I start a little at the sudden cursing from Jay, sitting forward in his chair, arms extended in furious confusion at the television.
      “Jeez, Jay, you alright?” I ask with a little chuckle and a sympathetic smile. He’s been having a lot of trouble beating some thingy in a game recently, and no matter how many times as I offer, he won’t accept any help from me. I guess this is just one of those things that his pride is going to force him to do on his own.
        “No, FUCK you,” he shouts at me, immediately followed by a mumbled “sorry, sorry…” I look down awkwardly at little Boo, who’s been shaken out of her adorable trance and is now sitting up, head cocked curiously at my distressed roommate.
        “Dammit, Jay, you scared Boo! Aw, I’m sorry about him, little one…” I tousle her hair a bit and scratch behind her ears, eliciting a couple giggles. As I scratch my little toy, I can feel my blood pressure go back down after Jay’s little outburst. And that gives me an idea…
      “Hey! I know!” I exclaim excitedly, shifting Boo to the center of my left palm.
      “Jay, come play with little Boo! She loves pets, and it would make you feel better, too!” I stretch my hand up towards him. My little kitten perks up at the idea of pets from my roommate, and she rolls onto her back again, mewing excitedly, staring at Jay expectantly. But Jay doesn’t even turn around, and instead just clicks “Retry” on the game menu.
        “Absolutely not, there’s no way I’m—NG…” But before he can finish his rejection, he grunts a little and jolts upright in his seat from the sudden, familiar sensation of something poking into his side. Something that feels awfully like a ray of some sort… Jay sits perfectly still, pauses his game, takes a deep, frightened breath, and shudders silently in resignation. I can tell there’s a mental battle going on inside his head right now: swallow my pride and play with Iso’s stupid tiny, or stand my ground and get shrunk and teased again?
        “Hmph,” he huffs indignantly, his face pink as he slowly turns around to see me glaring at him sternly, my hand still held out to him.
        “Mew?” Boo squeaks curiously to Jay, still on her back, gazing up at him hopefully.
        “Go ahead, Jay,” I suggest smugly, slowly pocketing my shrink ray. He sits there in silence for a second.
        “Come ooooon, it’ll be fun and therapeutic for you! How could you not feel better by being kind to such a cute, tiny creature?” With an exasperated sigh, Jay drops his controller and shoots me an embarrassed glare for just a moment before shakily reaching down to take Boo into his own hands.
        “Fine. What do I do, just… pet her?” he asks awkwardly, pointing a finger at her, which Boo quickly leans into, virtually petting herself.
        “U-uhh…” Jay’s eyebrows rise and his eyes widen in surprise. He looks up to me as if asking for help, and I just chuckle and nod back down to her.
        “Um… H-hey, little one,” he says hesitantly, stroking Boo’s little body with his finger, his motions unsure and clumsy. Boo doesn’t seem to mind, though. She whimpers in pleasure, nuzzling into Jay’s pets, even when he accidently boops her in the face and has to apologize with a blush on his cheeks.
        “Hehe, hi, other master!” she says through a big smile, looking up at him peacefully. I grab my collar and stick out my lower lip in a pouty frown.
      “Heeey, w-what’d you just call him?!” I ask childishly, seeking favoritism.
        “Eep!” she yelps in surprise, turning her head towards me. “S-sorry, master!” She turns back to Jay and looks up at him timidly.
        “I mean, hi, um… mister Jay…?” she suggests in between strokes of Jay’s finger. He would never admit it if I mentioned it, but just from a tiny girl calling him “mister Jay,” I can tell that he’s trying his absolute hardest to fight smiling like a doof right then and there… Sure, Jay sometimes has a soft spot for micros, but usually only when he has everything else under control and has time to relax. Even though I threatened him into accepting Boo in the first place, I’m a little bit surprised that he didn’t quit and go back to his game after just a moment.

        …Soon, a minute has gone by of my roommate playing with my tiny. Then two minutes, then five. His micromotions become much more concerted, more precise and deliberate. And as I watch, I can literally see the anger melt from his face, his stress evaporate away like dichloromethane, his fingers moving deftly along the micro in his hand, her purrs as strong as ever. After a while, I begin to squirm in my seat a little uncomfortably, maybe starting to get just a little jealous.
        “Uh, J-Jay? Can… I have her back now?” I reach a hand out towards him to take back little Boo. But Jay defensively draws his arms in close to his body, squeezing my little toy softly to his chest. He quickly turns away and looks back at me from over his shoulder with an embarrassed, pleading expression on his face.

        “…No,” he whispers shyly. My mouth just slowly curls up in a smug grin, and I shake my head and laugh…

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        “EEE! Stop it, master!”
        “Haha, nope! You gotta escape the tickle monster! GrrrrRRRAWR!”
        With my hands held up imitating claws, I playfully growl and “pounce” down onto Boo, gently grabbing her and “mercilessly” wiggling a fingertip into her exposed belly, extracting a chorus of squeaks and giggles from my writhing little toy. Her ears are folded flat against her head, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth lit up in a big smile, and her entire face flushed bright pink from so much delighted laughter. I’ve been playing with my precious micro for the past couple minutes, and I can tell that she’s starting to get exhausted. That’s always sort of my goal, though: if I can have enough fun with my little kitten that she just wants to curl up and go to sleep afterwards, then I’ve been a good playmate to her. A couple minutes of tickle “torture” later, I finally relent and let Boo collapse on her back on the floor, panting contently.
        “Heee, awww… Looks like someone’s all tuckered out,” I coo in a singsongy voice. I reach out towards her, pinky-promising not to tickle her this time. Gently scooping her up into my palm and petting along the exhausted little critter’s body, I shiver in adoration and cute overload when I feel her purrs against my fingertip. God, I love my precious tiny.
        “Mmmmm… Maaasteeeer…” she whines happily—if not absentmindedly—as she rolls on her back and nuzzles into the soft folds of my hand like a cat. Sure, it’s fun to tease and humiliate micros every so often, but it’s moments like this that I really live for: cradling a sweet, helpless, tiny life in my hand, knowing that it trusts me with everything it has and relies on me for health, safety, love. There’s something magical about being trusted with so much and having the ability to betray that trust with no consequences, but choosing not to. You know what they say about great power and great responsibility, after all.
      “FUCKING… WHY didn’t it go in the—UUGGHHH!”
        I start a little at the sudden cursing from Jay, sitting forward in his chair, arms extended in furious confusion at the television.
      “Jeez, Jay, you alright?” I ask with a little chuckle and a sympathetic smile. He’s been having a lot of trouble beating some thingy in a game recently, and no matter how many times as I offer, he won’t accept any help from me. I guess this is just one of those things that his pride is going to force him to do on his own.
        “No, FUCK you,” he shouts at me, immediately followed by a mumbled “sorry, sorry…” I look down awkwardly at little Boo, who’s been shaken out of her adorable trance and is now sitting up, head cocked curiously at my distressed roommate.
        “Dammit, Jay, you scared Boo! Aw, I’m sorry about him, little one…” I tousle her hair a bit and scratch behind her ears, eliciting a couple giggles. As I scratch my little toy, I can feel my blood pressure go back down after Jay’s little outburst. And that gives me an idea…
      “Hey! I know!” I exclaim excitedly, shifting Boo to the center of my left palm.
      “Jay, come play with little Boo! She loves pets, and it would make you feel better, too!” I stretch my hand up towards him. My little kitten perks up at the idea of pets from my roommate, and she rolls onto her back again, mewing excitedly, staring at Jay expectantly. But Jay doesn’t even turn around, and instead just clicks “Retry” on the game menu.
        “Absolutely not, there’s no way I’m—NG…” But before he can finish his rejection, he grunts a little and jolts upright in his seat from the sudden, familiar sensation of something poking into his side. Something that feels awfully like a ray of some sort… Jay sits perfectly still, pauses his game, takes a deep, frightened breath, and shudders silently in resignation. I can tell there’s a mental battle going on inside his head right now: swallow my pride and play with Iso’s stupid tiny, or stand my ground and get shrunk and teased again?
        “Hmph,” he huffs indignantly, his face pink as he slowly turns around to see me glaring at him sternly, my hand still held out to him.
        “Mew?” Boo squeaks curiously to Jay, still on her back, gazing up at him hopefully.
        “Go ahead, Jay,” I suggest smugly, slowly pocketing my shrink ray. He sits there in silence for a second.
        “Come ooooon, it’ll be fun and therapeutic for you! How could you not feel better by being kind to such a cute, tiny creature?” With an exasperated sigh, Jay drops his controller and shoots me an embarrassed glare for just a moment before shakily reaching down to take Boo into his own hands.
        “Fine. What do I do, just… pet her?” he asks awkwardly, pointing a finger at her, which Boo quickly leans into, virtually petting herself.
        “U-uhh…” Jay’s eyebrows rise and his eyes widen in surprise. He looks up to me as if asking for help, and I just chuckle and nod back down to her.
        “Um… H-hey, little one,” he says hesitantly, stroking Boo’s little body with his finger, his motions unsure and clumsy. Boo doesn’t seem to mind, though. She whimpers in pleasure, nuzzling into Jay’s pets, even when he accidently boops her in the face and has to apologize with a blush on his cheeks.
        “Hehe, hi, other master!” she says through a big smile, looking up at him peacefully. I grab my collar and stick out my lower lip in a pouty frown.
      “Heeey, w-what’d you just call him?!” I ask childishly, seeking favoritism.
        “Eep!” she yelps in surprise, turning her head towards me. “S-sorry, master!” She turns back to Jay and looks up at him timidly.
        “I mean, hi, um… mister Jay…?” she suggests in between strokes of Jay’s finger. He would never admit it if I mentioned it, but just from a tiny girl calling him “mister Jay,” I can tell that he’s trying his absolute hardest to fight smiling like a doof right then and there… Sure, Jay sometimes has a soft spot for micros, but usually only when he has everything else under control and has time to relax. Even though I threatened him into accepting Boo in the first place, I’m a little bit surprised that he didn’t quit and go back to his game after just a moment.

        …Soon, a minute has gone by of my roommate playing with my tiny. Then two minutes, then five. His micromotions become much more concerted, more precise and deliberate. And as I watch, I can literally see the anger melt from his face, his stress evaporate away like dichloromethane, his fingers moving deftly along the micro in his hand, her purrs as strong as ever. After a while, I begin to squirm in my seat a little uncomfortably, maybe starting to get just a little jealous.
        “Uh, J-Jay? Can… I have her back now?” I reach a hand out towards him to take back little Boo. But Jay defensively draws his arms in close to his body, squeezing my little toy softly to his chest. He quickly turns away and looks back at me from over his shoulder with an embarrassed, pleading expression on his face.

        “…No,” he whispers shyly. My mouth just slowly curls up in a smug grin, and I shake my head and laugh…