You cower and roll over trying to get to your hands and knees, trying even harder to get away. You sense your sister's huge form hovering over you as you scramble across the hardwood floor like a panicked mouse. You see the shadow of her hand as it swoops in passing over you, her thick finger flicking out and slamming into your side sending you tumbling across the floor. You finally bounce, skid and slide to thump up against your mother's huge foot, which she barely shifted to block your escape.
You lie there dazed and shivering in fear as you try to get your bearings and some kind of composure. Your family has shrunk you before ever since you caught the disease and they seem to delight in tormenting you whenever they take advantage. It's hard for you to understand why your loving family can suddenly turn so cruel but you've researched and read on the Internet how the 'Tinies' seem to exude pheromones that actually incite normal-sized people into wanton acts with little to no inhibition. All of that races through your mind as your younger sister's hand flares open above you and quickly closes again scooping you up.
"Got'cha!" she says with a laugh and her warm fingers wrap about you pinning your arms and legs. You kick and thrash and scream to no avail as you feel the sudden pressure; your once little sister standing up again and taking you with her rocketing skyward. Your stomach churns as her hand finally stops some ungodly height far above. You hear your mother's voice but can't make out the words as your ten-year-old sister opens her hand and peers down at you with a wicked grin.
"You okay, big brother?" she says with a giggle as you stare up in a befuddled daze. You close your eyes against the sight of her billboard-sized face looming overhead, rolling to one side in her palm and trying not to retch. The abrupt size change... the motion...the heat...
"Aww..." your sister coos and you feel her thumb brushing over you. You're weak but struggle as she rubs you but you feel your clothes balling up and sliding off with her ministrations. You try to stop her but her finger casually flicks away your best efforts, finally pinning you down in her palm as she daintily tugs at your boxers and tee shirt, tossing them to the nearby hall table when they are free. You look up in horror as your usually sweet sister grins down at you.
"Sara!"
You hear your mother's voice high and far away like God booming down. Your hands are pressed on your sister's finger as her nail digs into your stomach, trying futilely to hold her back. You vaguely see movement; Sara's head shifting in shadow with a wave of hair as she looks up and away.
"Yeah?'
Your mother's face swirls into focus as you start gasping for air again. Your tiny fists beat on your sister's finger as it presses into you; holding you down and tight. You kick and squirm as your sight starts to fade...
Your mother's hand flutters above you and suddenly the pressure is gone. You roll onto your side and hack and cough trying to get your breath back.
"Awww..." Your sister moans sounding disappointed. "I was just playing." Her other hand swoops in and her index finger easily rolls you onto your back in her soft, warm palm. Her thumb descends, planting on your chest and holding you down but without the crushing pressure.
"Well, play nice," your mother says as her head recedes becoming a blur with the distance. "He's still your brother," then: "Bathroom! Out of the way!"
You gag as the world suddenly shifts; speeding off to the side. You hear something explode in the distance and only realize later that it was your mother closing the bathroom door. You lay panting for breath and sweating as you try to focus on the massive image coming closer above you. Your eyes grow wide in panic as you see it is your sister's huge, pretty face, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness as she smiles down at you and presses with her thumb. You scream...
"Well, Marky,"she taunts as she presses down without a care as to your well-being. Sara giggles as you writhe, totally in her control. "Looks like it's just you... And me..."
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