"Is puppy ready for dinner?"
"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
"Good puppy."
It's been several weeks now since Megan found the three of them all shrunken on the desk in Mike’s room. For his part, Mike thought he would probably get in trouble with Megan for shrinking Cathy and Kelly, but he never suspected that his super hot, super dumb roommate would just keep the three of them. Megan thought it was hilarious that she now had three tiny people in her possession, and she delighted in making sure they all knew who their new owner was.
Kelly didn't last too long. It turned out she had stolen a guy who Megan was into, or at least that was Megan's version of the story. Kelly tried to comply with Megan’s commands, dutifully ending every sentence with "and that's because I'm a dirty little slut," but Megan still got sick of her after a few days. Eventually Megan simply threw Kelly against the wall and smashed her head into bits.
And as her new puppy, Mike had to lick it up. It was horrifying and gross and really made him regret a lot of your decisions over the past few days, but he had to sit there and do it until Megan got bored and forced him to do something else. Mike certainly couldn't say anything to her about it: as her puppy, he has been ordered to do nothing but bark like a dog for as long as he lives. Given what she did with Kelly, he doesn't want to test her.
Cathy got off relatively easy: although she still has to call Megan "master," she typically only has to do mundane, female-oriented chores, like the detailed nail polish designs she's putting on the giant Megan's fingernails right now.
Unfortunately, Mike’s task right now is a bit less pleasant. Megan is laying naked on her stomach, and she has put Mike on the small of her back. She's also just taken a bunch of peanut butter out of the jar and smeared it all over her asshole. Now, as her puppy, Mike’s job is to lick her giant ass. He can see it pucker up in front of him.
With no choice if he wants to live, Mike bends to his task. In practice, it's not so bad. Megan is a relatively clean person, and she hasn't, well, you know, done anything with that area of her body lately. And the peanut butter covers some of the smell. Still, it's a bit more liquid-y than peanut butter is, and he knows it's her ass juices that are making it that way. He closes his eyes and tries not to smell or to gag while completing his work.
As he does, one thought dominating his mind is...