Shrunken at Home

Annie stepped out of the shower, and immediately began to regret it. The bathroom was fucking freezing! She was half tempted to just go back into the warmth of the shower and relax some more. She sighed, deciding against it, and instead grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body before stepping out into the hallway. She took a second to check to see if anybody was around and, upon deciding she was alone, stepped over to the thermometer.

"Sixty-five?" she muttered to herself, reaching to adjusting the thermostat to a more normal level. Todd must have been the last one to set this she thought. He never did like the heat.

Setting the dial to eighty(she did like the heat) she stepped back into the bathroom and began to rigorously dry herself off. "So, today's plan," she began, tossing the towel on the floor and grabbing for the hair dryer. "Get dressed, meet up with Amanda for a while, see the new Firelight movie, and come home." she turned off the hair dryer and, for a moment, looked herself over in the mirror.

She looked... nice! Her raven black hair, once combed, would look wonderful, her body was firm, toned from the sports she played while still in high school(she was kind of athletic), and her tan came along splendidly! Her hands cupped her breasts; she never understand why some girls wanted larger boobs. She herself was rather happy with her little C cups --they suited her.

She flashed herself one of her winning smiles in the mirror before her eyes focused on a more... private part of her body. She had shaved her crotch for Summer, but her pubes were growing back faster than she thought they would.

"Should have paid to have it waxed..." she muttered, her hand brushing through the hairs. She stopped, and slowly began to trace the slit of her womanhood with her fingers. "Maybe I have enough time to play with myself..." she breathed, before ultimately sighing and pulling her hand away. No, she already made plans and if she started masturbating now she would probably loose track of the time. She knew that from personal experience.

She reached over for her clothes when suddenly she felt another urge come on, only this time it was her bladder. She made her way to the toilet and plopped herself onto the seat, letting out a sigh as she began to relieve herself.


You had managed to free one of your arms, and was working on the other when the wall you were glued to flexed; a new sound echoing through your pungent prison; a groan quite different than the roar of your sister's veins. You looked up towards the noise, and felt a few droplets of water, like it were raining. Sadly, that was all the warning you had before a tsunami of piss shot into you.

You didn't even have time to scream before the high pressure stream of, to you, boiling urine swallowed you up, disintegrating your body like it were made of tissue. Even if someone were to use a microscope, there wasn't even enough of your miniscule body to so much as leave an atom's worth of blood detectable in your sister's golden stream.



Annie squeezed a few more drops of pee out before wiping her crotch with some toilet paper. Tossing it into the toilet, she flushed it --and whatever remained of you-- down into the sewers. Never in her wildest dreams would Annie imagine that her brother dissolved in her own piss, and as she got ready for a day of fun she didn't even think back on what was, to her, just another bodily function.