"Fine, let's do it." You sighed, figuring the past of least resistance was probably the best. And who knows, maybe you'd get a free weekend out of it.
"That's the spirit, little brother! Now c'mon, sit down." Rachel grinned at you and patted the seat on the floor next to her.
You sat down and grabbed your favorite controller, while Rachel grabbed hers. At the character select screen, your sister immediately navigated to Toad. You weighed your options. Normally you'd be Luigi, but maybe today you could outgrow your Player-2 status. Maybe today you could, for once, outdo your sister. Maybe today you could be your own hero. Pumped with adrenaline, you chose Mario. You sat waiting for your sister to choose a stage.
"Ready to get crushed?" She teased, knowing the double entendre wouldn't be lost on you. But you didn't even listen to her. You were already hyper-focused on the screen. You knew already you would win.
You were also dead wrong.
The race was over faster than you could comprehend it. Toad's shrill voice carried through the room: "I'm the best!"
"Hear that, loser?" Rachel swung around to look you in the eyes. She pointed her thumb at her chest. "I'm the best. And what do you think you are?"
"Um, um, what?" You instinctively began backing away.
"You are nothing but a bug. Ready to pay up?" She stood up and towered over your seated form.
"No, no, no, wait a second."
"Too baa~aad!" She sang the words. Your vision began to swim and stir as the unknown shrinking process began. The room suddenly stretched up and around, like looking through a fish-eye lens. Your sister, though psychologically a colossus before, was suddenly a real one. You closed your eyes during the final moments, and when you opened them again it was complete. You were barely an inch tall, lying on your back in the carpet fibers.
Your sisters looming form took two steps forward, so that her feet partially surrounded you.
"Hello, my little bug brother." She cruelly smirked down at you. "Ready for the usual torture?"
It didn't matter if you were ready or not. She lifted her sweaty foot and slowly lowered it on you. The smell immediately consumed you, even as much as you tried to breath through your mouth.
"How does it smell? Worse than my shoe?" She laughed and wiggled her toes over your tiny face.
"Augh, yes." You squeaked, but you knew she would never hear you at this size.
She slowly pressed down, and then lifted her foot so that you were stuck fast on her tacky soles.
"Eeew, you're stuck to my gross feet. I don't know if they've been sweaty enough to pick you up like this before." She said, scrunching her foot, but was unable to quite unstick you. They had been sweaty enough to pick you up before, you thought, but you supposed the memory was more emotionally charged for you than her.
"Welp, I guess if you like my feet enough to cling to them like this, you'll love my shoes."
You immediately began to struggle, managing to pry yourself free. Your sister's raunchy feet were one thing, but those shoes were torture on the completely different scale. You flopped to the ground weakly and looked up at your sister. She rested her foot on the ground again, put her hands on her hips, and bent over slightly to look at you.
"Or maybe you don't want to do that? Hmm, what to do, what to do...maybe I'll just have you lick them clean instead..." She smirked. She had you beaten no matter what she chose. Rachel lifted her heel, ready to pin you again, but suddenly someone walked into the room. You turned over to see the smaller feet of your younger sister pad into the room.
"What'cha doin Rachel?" Olivia asked, leaning on the doorway of the living room.
"Playing with our little brother." Rachel pointed you out on the floor. "I was thinking about sticking him in my shoes for a while."
"Ooooh, your old sneakers? That's gotta stink for him." Olivia giggled.
"Well, of course." Rachel shrugged, as if the point was plainer than day.
"Hey, I know, why don't we go play some basketball? Then it'll be real torture for the twerp." Olivia said.
Real torture? You were incredulous at the thought. Was the rest was just pretend torture? You looked up at your twin sister, who was deep in thought. She looked down at you and grinned.
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