Danielle was on a couch in the sitting room, facing Francesca, as the twins, Mia and Maya, flanked her (their chain had proved to be quite flexible). She was snacking on sandwiches, while sipping some truly delicious sweet tea.
“So I guess I need to test out my powers more.” Danielle said, in response to a comment from Francesca.
“Oh, oh! Pick us! Please!” The twins spoke up.
“I don't even know if I could make you prettier if I wanted to. You're really cute as it is.” Dani smiled.
“Well, how about one of the other things?” The twins replied.
“You could make us smaller...” said Mia.
“Or younger!” said Maya.
Dani blinked, as this was the first time the two hadn't spoken in unison. Though she supposed finishing one another's sentences was close enough. “I don't know girls, you're already kind of young looking, aren't you? You'd be flat chested little girls!”
Francesca laughed. “I doubt that would affect their sex life much.”
“I guess I shouldn't be surprised about that.” Dani frowned, not sure how she felt about -that-.
“Besides,” the twins said, again in unison, “this is Hell, someone could always change us again.”
“I guess that's a point. Ok, how old do you want to be?”
The twins actually looked at each other. One held up five fingers, and so did the other. “Ten seems good!”
Placing a hand on either twin's head, “I wish Maya and Mia were ten year old girls.”
Both girls shrank noticeably, their budding curves and breasts fading, leaving them nothing more than a pair of adorable children- save for their little horns.
“Oh wow!” Mia said.
“Interesting.” Maya said.
Both girls looked to Francesca. “Can we take a break, Mistress?”
The four armed woman waved them off. “Go on, take the rest of the day off.”
The twins rose up on their knees to hug Dani and kiss her on the cheek before scampering off. Danielle had no idea how they had gotten their chain over her head, but she was feeling a bit warm at the moment.
“I think I've created a monster.”
Francesca laughed. “Too late, my dear. They seem to have taken a liking to you, at least. I'm glad. If you're going to be Gemory's bride, I want to like you as well.”
“Do you?” Dani asked.
“Yes, I believe I do.”
Just then, Gemory came in, wearing a long, flowing dress, with her horned crown on her head. “Francesca, you and the twins better not be molesting my fiancee in here!”
Dani rose and looked to the smaller demoness, who stopped short.
“Guh?” Gemory's eyes widened, and she looked very young.
Danielle turned to show off her dress. “Do you like it?”
“I...yes. Very much! Did you do something different with your hair, my love? You look radiant.” Gemory found her voice, but her eyes were locked onto Danielle's every move.
“I just wanted to look good for you.” Dani blushed, admitting her feelings.
“Oh Danielle...” Gemory moved up to her side, and hugged the other girl gently, as if afraid to damage the dress...or it's owner. “I'm so happy.”
Danielle crouched down and kissed her fiancee for what seemed like forever. Only a flash of light interrupted her. “What?!”
Francesca had an old style Polaroid camera. “Oh don't mind me, I just wanted this for my scrapbook.”
“Francesca, I'm ordering a new wardrobe for Danielle. And start thinking about wedding attire!” Gemory ordered.
“I'm already on it, my Lord.” Francesca bowed.
“Ah, can it with the Lord stuff. I'm still Duke, but I'm okay with being a girl. That is, if Danielle is okay with being Duchess of Hell.” Gemory looked up at her beloved.
Danielle was struck by how vulnerable Gemory looked. 'If I reject her, I'd crush her heart. It's not right, I shouldn't have this kind of power over her! Of course, she'd probably turn me to ashes on the spot, but still..'
“I want that, but...Gemory, these aren't your feelings. I made you love me, remember? It's not right. You wouldn't have agreed to any of this otherwise! I think we should find a way to break my charm or whatever...”
Gemory silenced her beloved with a kiss of her own. “Shh. I don't care about any of that. I'm a Duke of Hell, you think I could really be bound by a power I granted for long if I wanted to be free? I don't want to be free! I don't! I want to be yours forever!”
The two lovers embraced, and Francesca clasped her hands together.
None of them noticed the tiny imp watching, which scurried away quickly. 'Lord Aamon will want to hear this!', it thought.