Jason decided to go after Susan; after all he was already on his way since he was at work. It took him half an hour to walk a mile...normally; he could probably walk an entire mile in just a few steps now. He'd be there in a matter of minutes. So he started moving. He suddenly felt a stirring movement in his bulge. He figured that Mandi must be beginning to struggle around in there. It felt really good. He reached down and pressed a finger to where she was, squishing her even further into his yielding flesh.
"Hang on tight, Mandi," he said. "The ride is just beginning." With that, Jason began walking northward, stomping through town and kicking whatever vehicle dared to come too close. Truth be told, he didn't really like cars all that much; he thought they were noisy and cumbersome vehicles that actually made life more complicated rather than simplified. Plus they smelled awful. He was satisfied when he saw people stop in the street and abandon their cars to run away. This power-trip was never going to end as far as he was concerned.
--
It wasn't long before he'd gotten to the next town and reached his sister's house. It was actually the house that belonged to her boyfriend - a bratty spoiled twerp named Stu. The house belonged to his mom, but after she got remarried and moved in with her new husband, she gave the house to him. And now Susan was living there with him. And that really pissed Jason off. Effectively, his sister had gotten everything she needed in life, simply by dating the right guy. It made him very angry because he knew the opposite situation would never work for him. If he tried to date a wealthy woman, he'd immediately be accused of being with her for her money or a place to stay.
While Jason stood out there, seething with rage at this, he didn't notice that his body was actually getting bigger. He'd shot up from 50 to 75 feet tall. Only time will tell what these powers mean and where they came from. Anyway, Jason reached down toward the front door and immediately punched through it, reaching his arm inside of the house. You reached up to the living room where you assumed they would be. And he eventually found them on the couch. He wrapped his hand around the first person he found and pulled them out of the house.
He lifted them up to see that he'd snagged his sister, Susan. She was screaming from the whole ordeal, until she saw his face.
"Jason?!" she asked in disbelief.
"Hey; what's up, Little-Sis?" Jason asked, in a mocking tone.
"What the hell happened to you?" she asked. "You're huge?"
"Well apparently, I had a growth spurt," Jason said, trying to be cute. "It's just like last time. Only now the results are far more obvious. And I just had to drop by to show off. Good thing you guys don't watch TV anymore, or you probably would've seen me coming."
"Well uh...it's impressive...But can you put me down, please?" Susan asked, trying not to upset him.
"Hmmm - Nah," Jason said. "That would be counter-productive." He then gave a slight squeeze around her waist.
"Ow! Jason, what are you doing?" Susan asked.
"Getting a little bit of payback," he said.
"Hey!" Jason heard another voice say. He looked down and saw Stu standing there. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?!"
"Seriously?" Jason asked. "Stu, I think you're a bit outmatched here."
"Oh I didn't mean me; I just meant you put her down and go pick a fight with King Kong; or Cthulhu," Stu said joking.
"Sorry Stu, but that's not what I'm here for. I'm here for sister-dearest here," Jason said.
"What do you want with her, anyway?" Stu asked.
"Sibling-issues, Stu; being an only child, you wouldn't understand. But still, I've got a bone to pick with you, as well."
"Hey- what are you going?!" Stu asked as Jason began to pick him up. "What's the meaning of this?!"
"What do you want with us?" Susan asked.
"Simple - you guys have been quite rude to me as of late, and I want some payback," Jason said.
"Rude? How?!" Susan asked.
"You guys are always flaunting how much more successful than you guys are than me. And that is a display of power. A totally emasculating display that I really don't care for," Jason said.
"How?" Susan asked.
"You guys have two of each of the the latest generation of video game consoles. You set them all up in the same room so that you both can play the same consoles at the same time, without having to play with each other."
"So you're jealous because we can afford nice things?" Susan asked.
"Not just that; you offered to sell me your previous generation consoles at a reasonable price back when you were buying the new ones," Jason said. "But then you reneged on the deal and brushed it off like it was no big deal. You bought the latest generation consoles, but you kept the old ones despite being obsolete. You got my hopes up, and took it away."
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way, but it's our decision to do with our property what we wish," Susan said.
"But it's more than that; you guys show me a general lack of respect. Every time we hang out, you guys treat me like I'm some kind of intruder or third wheel; you make me feel left out for not having a date, or for being too ugly, or not being fit enough. You make me feel like I don't belong."
"Listen Jason...I'm sorry that's how we made you feel. But please understand that, we didn't mean to make you feel like that. It wasn't our intention at all. We just hoped it would galvinize you into going out more often, and maybe you would meet someone."
"Oh shut-up, Stu," Jason said. "You're not getting off so easily; I came for you just as much as I did my sister. You are a spoiled and self-entitled, passive-aggressive brat who whines and complains until he gets his way. You say that you wish you had siblings when you were a kid? Guess what, pal; if you had as many siblings as I did, you would've gotten NONE of the great stuff you did as a kid."
"Spoiled? Passive Aggressive?" Stu asked. "Where are you getting this from?"
"Every single time we have a family get together, we always do what YOU want to do. You're not happy unless you're in control. And you act like an annoying little cunt until you get what you want," Jason retorted.
"Well usually when we hang out, there's no structure to our meetings. Someone has to take-charge!"
Jason tightened his grip on Stu. "Do you feel in-charge?"
Stu gasped for air. "Please, Jase - I'm sorry. But haven't I always been a good friend and a good to your sister?"
"And you think this gives you power over me?" Jason asked raising an eyebrow. "And good to my sister? I noticed how your relationship with her is on our last family trip...You might act like a prissy little bitch whenever the rest of us are around. But when you think you're alone with my sister? I saw how you always get your way with her...You bully her. You push her around until she kowtows to you. And she's too afraid to stand up to you, because if she does, you'll just throw her out onto the streets. You're worse than just being a douche-bag; you're an extortionist. I might have my problems with my sister...But since our father isn't around to protect her, I'm going to have to do it. My sister is going to get what's coming to her...but you...your punishment will be more severe..."
The two of them were terrified; they were like action-figures at the mercy of their smaller brother.
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