"No, no, no," you chant as you knead the fleshy button with your thumb. It can't be broken. You can't be stuck like this forever. You try the restore button, the grow button, even the switch up at the top, but nothing happens. Leaning against the wall, you look up at the tall ceiling and ask, "Why?"
A knock on the door startles you. Now, of all times. "Hurry up," Emily's muffled voice says. "Other people have to get in there. You can jerk off in your room."
"Use the upstairs bathroom," you call back.
"My deodorant and everything is in there, dip shit, not upstairs. Just hurry it up. Pinch it off, give it a shake, whatever you've gotta do. Let's go."
This is just great. You can't let Emily see you like this or she'll make your life an absolute nightmare. What can you do, though? It's not like you can hide the fact that you're a whole eight inches shorter. If you were taller, all you'd have to do is slouch down, but you can't exactly tape buckets to your feet. Or can you?
"Come on, Robby," Emily shouts. "Seriously, if you're in there playing with yourself, I swear to God, I'm gonna make sure you're grounded until the day you move out."
Prolonging the inevitable is only going to make it worse, so you tuck the remote into your pocket and brace yourself. When she lays eyes on you, after dropping her miscalculated gaze, Emily's jaw falls slack. The girl blinks, rubs her eyelids with the backs of her hands, then she lets out a series of incoherent vowels. You knew that she would be taller than you, but you weren't expecting to be eye-level with the tip of her button nose.
"It's all yours," you tell her as you slip by.
For a moment, it seems like you've gotten away, but then your stepsister spins around to grab your shoulder. "Oh my God," she laughs. "How did this happen? You're tiny."
Five-foot-two is hardly tiny, although you're not in the mood to argue, especially with a girl who has three inches on you. You shrug and tell her, "I don't know. It just - it just happened." In a stroke of genius, you add, "I dunno if it's contagious."
Emily yanks her hand back, then she stares at you as if she were trying to read a foreign language for the first time. "No," she says finally, "I'm not buying it."
"What's there to buy? I'm telling you, I just woke up like-"
"No," the girl interrupts, "that's bullshit. You wake up like this and you're going to be all casual about it?"
That's a good point. You should probably be freaking out, trying to figure out what happened. Then again, neither of you have ever run across somebody who's shrunk overnight, so how can she be so sure? Maybe this is simply shock.
"Look, Em, I'm trying to be calm here. Panicking isn't going to fix this Please, just leave me alone so I can-"
"What did you do? You've done something." Emily grabs your shoulders, spins you around, then she reaches into your pocket and pulls out the remote. "I knew it. You did do something. Grow? Shrink? So, what happened? Did the batteries run out? Or is this some kind of freaky fetish thing?"
"It got wet," you admit. "It's broken. Completely trashed. There, are you happy?"
"Oh, Robby, you have no idea how happy I am right now." The wicked grin on your stepsister's face sends a chill up and down your spine. Just to be sure, she points the remote at you and presses the shrink button a few times before slipping it between her hip and the elastic band of her tight shorts. "This changes everything, doesn't it? Look at you, all small and pathetic. I love it."
"I'm not pathetic, I'm just a little-"
"Yeah, you are little. You're the runt of the family now. Wait until Jennifer and mom see you. They're going to flip. And, oh, oh my God, I'm gonna dress you up in some cute little clothes. We'll get you some underwear with dinosaurs on them, or little flower petals. Some little pink panties."
"Knock it off," you tell her. "No way. That thing came from someone who knows my dad, so all I've gotta do is call him and find out who he is. I'll be big again in no time."
"That sounds pretty optimistic. Could take a while, though, if it ever happens. Until then, we're going to-"
"What do you mean if it happens?"
"We're going to have a lot of fun. Well, I'm going to have fun, anyway. I've never had a little bitty brother before. Now that I'm the big sister, I'm going to treat you the same way you used to treat me. Remember when you used to wrestle me to the ground and pull my hair?"
"Answer the question, Emily. What did you mean by that? You are not going to sabotage me. I'm not gonna-"
Before you can finish the sentence, the girl grabs you by the wrist and drags you toward the living room. You try to stop her, but Emily isn't just bigger than you, she's a hell of a lot stronger now as well. When you cross the threshold, she extends her leg so that you trip over it and fall face first into the carpet.
"Goddammit," you cry, rolling onto your back with one hand over your throbbing nose. "Oh, fuck."
"You used to throw me down, just like that, and then you'd grab my wrists like this." Mounting your smaller body, Emily holds your hands up over your head so that you can't budge them. She leans in, far too close, then she asks, "Do you remember, Robby? Do you remember this?"
Yes, unfortunately, you do remember, only not from this side of things. Does she think you're proud of what you did when you were younger? Besides, you haven't done anything like that since puberty, for obvious reasons. Reasons that are dangling over your chest. Without realizing it, your eyes travel from her excited face down to the cleavage provided by her tank top. They're larger than ever at your current size.
"What was it you used to make me say? What were the magic words again?"
"Pipsqueak," you groan. "I'm a pipsqueak."
"Yeah, that's it. Now say it again."
"I'm a pipsqueak."
"Come on, Em, you're hurting me. I'm a pipsqueak. A twerp. Everything else. There, I said it, so just let me up already."
"Say you're a shrimp. A runt. A little bitch."
This can't go on any longer. Grinding your teeth, you call yourself every name you can ever remember throwing at the girl. You even toss in a few fresh ones. "Okay, so let me up."
"Call yourself," Emily gets out before cutting herself off. She can feel it. The grin on her face is replaced by a grimace as she realizes what exactly she's feeling, but it returns again once the cogs in her brain start turning. "Oh my fucking God, you little pervert. You're getting off on this."
"No," you protest, but it's hard to argue when you're poking the girl's thigh. "It's not - it's just because you're - you're rubbing against it and-"
"You're sick, you know that? Small and sick and weak. What would that slut next door think if she knew your big sister gave you a little stiffy?" Embracing her sexual power over you, Emily shifts her wide hips so that your erection is bent back and pinned down by her crotch, which seems to be growing hotter by the second. "Has she ever made you this hard, Robby? Be honest, she's not nearly as sexy as me, is she?"
Everything about this situation is completely and utterly fucked. Haley, she probably wouldn't look you in the eyes ever again if she found out. While it's true that Emily is not actually a blood relative, your body should not be reacting this way. It's inappropriate. It's inexcusable. Her assessment is one-hundred-percent accurate. You must be sick, twisted, disturbed, as some part of you has to want this. Some part of you has to want more than this. What's terrifying is that your stepsister is in a position to make that happen, regardless of whether or not you're actually willing to cross that line.
"You have to let me go, Em," you plead. "What if Jennifer walks down here and sees this? What if your mom comes home?"
"Let them. It's not like I'm the one with the boner."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?"
The girl considers the question for a moment, then she says, "I'm doing it because I can. I mean, isn't that why you used to do it? I'm doing it because I'm bigger and stronger than you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Grinding against you in a less than subtle manner, her loins radiating heat like a furnace, Emily closes her eyes and continues, "I'll make you a deal, pipsqueak. You be my slave and obey me for a month, a whole month with no whining or complaining, no bitching or arguing, and I won't tell anyone about this."
"Your slave? Are you kidding me? That's so stupid."
"Then I'll show everyone the remote and tell them you tried to shrink yourself down so you could sneak into my room to see me naked."
"They won't - nobody is going to believe you."
"And why not? You actually did shrink yourself. What, do you think you'll be able to hide it? Are you gonna walk around with high heels on or something?" Cheeks flushed, her breathing quickening, Emily says, "I'd love to see that, actually. They might be a little big on you, but I've got a pair that you could try on."
Apparently something inside the girl has snapped. At your size, however, there's not much you can do, at least physically. You could give in and agree to the ludicrous deal, though God only knows what kind of torment she has planned. There's also no telling how long it will take for your father to find a way to reverse the shrinking. The only other option you can think of is to scream for help and hope that Jennifer hears you, but what if she's sleeping? Your best bet is to…
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