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She dashed into the house, looking for her friend. “Hey, Emmy! Look what I found.”
Emmy was still dressed in a terrycloth robe, and was eating her breakfast. “I don’t get the appeal for going out so early on a Saturday morning, just to buy junk.”
Jill laughed. “That’s how I found the brush you enjoy so much... And I have a new way to use it.” She tossed a brightly coloured box onto the table.
“Twister? With the brush... Hm. That could make things more interesting. Maybe we could both have our arms and legs reduced. That’d get squirmy.”
They’d been playing with Jill’s magic brush for weeks now, using it to erase various body parts. Jill loved trying everything and anything that came to mind with it, but Emmy had settled on a favourite look. She loved turning Jill into her ‘pet’, with arms ending at the elbows, and legs ending at the knees. She’d even gone so far as to buy Jill a collar to wear when she was Emmy’s pet. It was shiny white leather to match the latex paint they fueled the brush with, and had a round tag with an E engraved on it, to show who she belonged to.
Jill opened the box, pulled out the spinner, and then closed it up again. She put the box away neatly in her hall closet.
“But I thought you wanted to play?” asked Emmy, confusedly.
Jill flicked the spinner. “Right foot, yellow. That means I get to erase your right foot.”
Emmy’s eyes widened, and she flicked the spinner herself. “Left hand, red. So I get to erase all of your hand? No, you said yellow for that.”
“Red means the whole limb. Green means erase part of the hand, like a finger or your thumb.”
“But what about blue?”
“I was thinking blue equals water, so we’d restore the relevant part. The game might go on for a while if we did that, though.”
“Yeah, we’d never get anywhere. So... how about detach? It’s fun to steal your hands and tuck ‘em in my panties,” grinned Emmy.
Jill grinned. “It’d be more fun if you erased the rest of me when you did that.”
Emmy stuck her tongue out. “I like lots of other bits of you too. Just a hand wouldn’t be enough.”
“So just keep those bits. We’ve got all weekend...”
Emmy chuckled softly. “You always want to be so tiny. I like you as a big toy, not a little one. But let’s play, and see who wins. Fair?”
Jill grinned and headed for the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she went. Emmy laughed, and scooped up the Twister spinner as she followed along. At the door to the bedroom, she paused, taking in the sight of her friend and lover draped naked on the bed. “Or we could punt the brush entirely and just have fun.”
“Nope. I’m hoping you’ll get lots of red and erase me all up. Feel free to keep spinning once I’m unable to.”
Emmy giggled and shook her head. “What is it about being so tiny that turns you on? I’d find being just a hand terrifying. One more swipe and... poof.”
Jill sighed happily. “I still want to try that some day.”
“There’d be no way to wash you back, Jilly. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Aww.” Jill flicked the spinner beside her on the bed. “Oooh, left leg red. A good start. C’mere.”
Emmy ditched her robe and clambered up onto the bed beside Jill. “Can I get you to leave a little stump so I can wiggle it?”
Jill nodded absently as she brushed her lover’s foot out of existence with the magic paintbrush, and worked her way up her leg. “But if I get left leg again, it’s gone.”
“Fair.” Emmy wiggled her stump once Jill was done, giggling. “It’s so cute. Like a teddybear.”
“Your turn.”
Emmy spun, and got right hand green. A flick of the brush erased Jill’s thumb. “There. How’s that?”
Jill flexed her hand, staring at the absence. “Weird. I can barely feel it, but...” She went to pick up the spinner with that hand, and scrabbled at it several times before giving up. “Wow. You could turn me into a pet by erasing my other thumb. I’d be helpless.”
She could still spin the dial well enough, and pouted. “Left leg blue? I have to restore it already?”
“We could go with my ‘separate it’ option.”
“There’s nothing to separate.”
Emmy mulled that for a moment. “Fair enough. So if there is a hand or foot, blue is separate. If not... how about half a limb restored? The stub is cute, but I like the pet-leg look better.”
Jill nodded and grabbed the sponge from its usual spot beside the brush’s case. A few careful artistic swipes with it restored Emmy’s leg to the knee, and produced a nicely rounded end. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.”
Emmy’s next spin took away Jill’s left thumb. “Helpless, you said. How are you going to paint me if you don’t have thumbs?”
Jill pouted. “I was hoping we’d get further before hitting this. Now what?”
“To the winner go the spoils. I get to paint you however I like.”
Jill nodded. “And restore your leg if you want, I guess.”
Emmy shook her head. “Where’s the fun in that? Nope. Winner gets to paint away whatever they like.”
“I guess that’s fair. On themselves as well?”
Emmy grinned. “Seems reasonable to me. Ooh, that means I can even up my legs.”
Jill watched as Emmy did just that, then flopped back to the bed. “Going to do mine, too?”
Emmy grinned and started in on Jill’s legs. “You know me too well.” Before long, all four legs in the room ended at the knee. Emmy spent a little time going back and forth with brush and sponge until she was satisfied they were all perfectly even. “There. Lovely. C’mon, let’s have a stroll around the house.”
Jill giggled, and wriggled her way off the bed. “Meow.”
Emmy laughed. “Keep that up and you’re getting the collar.”
“Mew!” protested Jill with mock indignation.
“That does it.” Emmy fetched a slim purple collar from her bedside table, and buckled it around Jill’s neck. She flicked the tag on the collar, which had an E embossed on it. “There you go. You’re my pet until you say the safeword.”
“Mew!” chirped Jill happily.
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At the end of the day, Emmy finally took Jill’s collar off. “I’m impressed. I figured you’d last at most an hour.”
“It was... weird. Paw-hands helped get me into the mindset.”
“Oooh, I should have erased your fingers down to stubs. Or maybe little rubber mitts that you can only fit when your hands are reduced. That’d be cute.”
“Can we get paw boots for our knees, too?” asked Jill. “Mine are getting a bit sore from walking on them all day.”
Emmy nodded slowly. “I know a guy in the BDSM community that can make stuff like that. We’d need a mould of the bits for them to fit, and it’d be hard to get it the same each time.”
“Just get solid paws, and we’ll erase the back of them. Then they’ll just stick on. And as a bonus, we won’t be able to accidentally wash them away.”
Emmy’s eyes lit up. “You’re a genius! I knew I loved you for a reason. I’ll talk to Bob about it tomorrow. Won’t be cheap...”
“I’ll cover it. I know you’re on short hours at work.”
Emmy nodded. “I should just move in. Half of the rent here would be less than I’m paying, right?”
Jill nodded. “From what you’ve told me, yeah. Not a lot less, but I make enough to cover it easily. We could figure something out.”
“Sweet. I’ve practically been living here anyway.”
Jill giggled. “Pretty much, yeah. You’d have full time access to the brush.”
“And you, silly. I’m all about spending time as a pet... I mean with my pet.”
Jill tilted her head and studied her sweetie. “Interesting slip. Should I be looking at buying a collar with a ‘J’ on it?”
Emmy blushed prettily and wouldn’t answer.
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The next Friday night, Emmy arrived home with a package in her hands. “I got them, I got them!”
She heard Jill’s voice from the bedroom. “Oooh, let me see.”
Emmy entirely forgot the package in her hands when she reached the bedroom. Jill had already been playing with the brush, and was down three limbs, erased to the nub. “Hey honey, you’re just in time to help me erase the rest...”