Steps right up and places her hands on her hips as she towers over you. You look up as you pull the wedgie free from your butt silently cursing your sister and swallow a sudden lump in your throat as you see your mother's grin. She flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulder; a futile effort as she then bends at the waist and places her hands on her knees as she leans in close.
"You look so cute," she says as you try to move away. With a casual ease she brushes you back against the bathroom wall and holds you there. "I like you so tiny," she says giggling, "but you have to remember now there IS a pecking order in the house since this 'shrinking' thing happened. There's me first, since I bring home the money and put a roof over your head. Then there's Dan, because he's the man of the house since your father left. Then there's Sara, because she's my baby. Finally, there's you..."
You moan as your mother shifts her weight and presses her knee into you pinning you even harder against the door. You try to push her away but she is just too big. She laughs as she grabs your flailing wrists and traps both of your hands in her right, pulling your arms way overhead and actually lifting you off of the floor. You kick and struggle begging her to stop but she ignores you. Your head spins as it just seems so unreal; a typical morning but for the sudden difference in your sizes.
"Hey! Occupied!" you hear from beyond the bathroom door. You hear your sister and the toilet flushes. A moment later the sink starts running water.
"Hurry up!" your mother says hefting you a little higher. Her left hand snakes out and covers your lower face silencing you. Her fingers are cold so early in the morning and her pinky eases up under your nose. You start to struggle harder and she just smirks. "I need the bathroom, and I think little Mark does too,"
"Okay! Jeez! Gimme a sec!" your sister shouts. Your mother nods watching you intently as you air diminishes. After a bit you stop struggling and just hang in her grip, limp against the door. You feel her hands drift away and you suddenly collapse to the floor at her socked feet gasping for breath. She nudges you with her toes as you try to get to your hands and knees.
"I think you've forgotten the way things are now, Mark," she says as she raises her leg and presses you back to the floor to sprawl at her feet. "The new laws say: 'You can't fend for yourself as you can be shrunk at any time to any size by a Blood Relative. As such, said Blood Relatives are your Guardians until such time as this 'Shrinking Disease' is cured.' You have no rights anymore, and I think you've forgotten that."
"Oooof!" What little air you've managed to gasp whooshes out as your mother leans in pressing down with her foot and pinning you to the floor. You claw at the polished hardwood of the hallway frantically as the pressure builds on your back listening as she continues, knowing that as a lawyer she knows all the angles of the law; this one in particular. You don't understand why she - your whole family for that matter - suddenly treat you as they do, but you know you are at their mercy and have to accept it. They all have the ability to shrink you and use it for their benefit and pleasure whenever they can.
"I think maybe a little 'Time Out' is in order, Mark," your mother says as she finally removes her foot. You look up her long, shapely legs clad in her pink sweats past her overshadowing breasts barely held in check by an unlaced purple camisole.Her presence is almost overpowering as she stares down at you and you again feel that familiar tingle enveloping your body.
"No..." you whimper as you feel the floor sliding under you. You dig your nails uselessly as you stare at you mother's huge feet before you gradually getting bigger and bigger as you shrink. You scream as the shrinking does not seem to stop, fearing that she is about to make you microscopic; just an invisible mote of dust on the floor. You hear yourself begging as the bathroom door suddenly opens and your mother's concentration slips.
You feel the cool breath of a breeze wash over you as your sister steps into the hallway; her footfalls resounding thumps that send shivers through you. Her bare feet land just on either side of you as your mother backs up, stepping away. You look up in terror with both females towering over you like skyscrapers, though your younger sister seems oblivious as to what is going on.
"What's the rush?" she asks looking around. You stare as she is dressed in a huge Rangers hockey jersey with her panties on display so high above. You cringe as her feet shift and your mother steps closer again. "Where's Mark?" she asks and she automatically looks down and sees you squirming between her feet even as your mother points to the floor.
"OMG!" she howls bursting out laughing at your now tiny four-inch body writhing at her feet. Your mother joins in and...
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