Sibling Rivalry
By Her Tiny Pal

I suppose after five years, I have come to accept my new position in life. Back when things were normal, my life today would have seemed completely impossible but the way things are for me now, it is hard to even remember my old existence. My kid sister Melissa treats me pretty well, I suppose, considering I live in her college
dorm room inside her dollhouse. She almost never gets angry with me (thank goodness) and when she punishes me, I usually deserve her scolding and the lesson isn’t too painful. Missy is 19 and at 5’6”, she has blossomed into a full-grown beautiful young woman. Missy has dirty blonde hair and stark brown eyes and if I were a normal sized guy, I think she would be the most perfect looking girl in my eyes. (Although she is only a Step- sister, I still could never have looked at her that way.) Anyway, Melissa is not a model type beauty. Her every day feminine charm is like a small town sweetheart who has no heirs and doesn’t realize how adorable she actually is. And her smile could melt the heart of just about any guy that she meets. From her perspective, I must be quite a burden that someone her age should never be forced to endure. I realize even the most gentle girl like Melissa can forget that despite my size, I’m still a man. She must at times doubt that I am still the big brother who only 5 years earlier had been her confidante, advisor and best friend. We were as close as any brother and sister could ever be. I guess I am pretty lucky today because of our relationship growing up. She usually treats me like a beloved pet since the change. Only occasionally does she lose patience with me. Then her anger manifests
itself in various humiliating ways from my perspective. When out of control, she forgets how fragile I am and I must beg her to be merciful and remember that I was once like her. She gets a look on her beautiful face that shows her complete embarrassment at her thoughtlessness at causing me such pain. She can’t apologize enough as she cuddles me against her breasts and tries to erase her guilt. We both know that I am completely in her control and that no one will step in to protect me. She is far from mean but the power that comes from having someone completely at your mercy at times gets the best of her. Obviously at my height, I offer no threat of resistance or future retribution. She doesn’t want to, but after so much contact with a doll-sized brother, I have become her helpless, 3” possession and she begins to demand my complete obedience to her wishes. I don’t hold it against her at all. In fact, after the punishment is over and she realizes what she has done, I console her
by telling her that she was right to do that and that I had it coming to me and would be more obedient in the future. At my height, nothing will be served by making her miserable. I’m stuck, as a tiny man in a giant world and blaming her for a natural psychological reaction would be fruitless. Besides, without my sweet sister’s help, I would be in far worse shape.

All this does not mean that I don’t hide in the corner of the dollhouse when she gets in one of her moods. From in here, my only thought at that point is to stay away from her giant hands and whatever punishment she will subject me to. Obviously, I am like a mouse in a cage. A 3” tall man can’t possibly hide from anyone normal sized. Her giant hand easily overwhelms my tiny figure and she lifts me to her face as I struggle
uselessly against her incredibly powerful girl grip. As she carries out her will, I think about how a sweet little girl who used to sit on my lap and tell me about her adventures could now enjoy such a total control of my life. I was at her mercy and whatever she chose to inflict upon me would be my sad misfortune to endure.

I know it wouldn’t be quite so bad if Michaela, my sister’s attractive yet vengeful roommate weren’t pushing Missy all the time to take advantage of the situation. Michaela has about the most incredibly beautiful legs in the world and believe me; she spends a lot of time outside my dollhouse looking down on me so I have quite
the view. Michaela for some reason has had it in for me since Melissa introduced us. I think she sees a doll that used to be a normal guy as a great opportunity to punish all the bad men she has ever known. Whenever Missy isn’t around and I’m alone with Michaela, I fear for my safety. She loves it when Missy punishes me or allows her
to hold me tightly in her feminine hand. “Make him pay Meliss - squeeze him so he wont forget the lesson.” “He needs to realizes we own him and obedience is expected or else he will pay big time!” Then she would smile a superior smile way down on me- “Right little man?” She loves having me look up at her.

Anyway, this is my life now and for the most part, since I’m used to living this way, (as a pet of my younger sisters), I don’t find it so bad. I have no choice but to live this way anyhow. After all, I am well protected and fed and usually treated with love and warmth by the other 2 girls who look after me. (2 of Melissa’s girlfriends Brandy and Kristin each enjoy taking turns helping her to take care of me) Of course back when this began, I could never have imagined that a man could live like this. The humiliation and indignities would have seemed impossible to fathom. Sometimes I remember how it was back then before the change.

Sibling Rivalry (Part I)

5 Years Earlier: The day it all began

I was the man of the house. I lived with my mother and 2 younger sisters- Amanda, a 16 year old who was a high school junior and step sister Melissa, who was just 14. Dad had died 3 years earlier- he was my stepfather but had been the only father Amanda and I had ever known. Melissa was his daughter by a previous marriage but she and I had always been close. I was her big brother and she was my adorable kid sister. She was my favourite person in the whole world and I think I was hers as well. Mandy was always jealous of me. We got along but we had always been very competitive. I was always bigger and stronger and I enjoyed being the big man. I was 6’1” at the time. Amanda was very attractive but couldn’t have cared less yet about those kinds of things. She was smart but cared most about sports. She was rather tomboyish and enjoyed being a playful, energetic, spirited young girl. She wore her long dark hair in a pony tale much of the time. She hated losing to her big brother and I enjoyed superior strength. I was 19 and home for the summer before returning to college for my sophomore year. A little shy around the girls, I had not had someone special in my life yet.

That August, Melissa was off at summer camp and Amanda and I competed at everything. By the middle of the month, she had just about had it with me. I beat her at all that we did Basketball, Swimming, Racing, and even Arm Wrestling- (she insisted even though she was over 8” shorter than me) I would work on her psyche
”Mand, little girls can’t beat their big brothers at sports!” I’d look down at her and pat her on the head or mess with her pony tail “why don’t you face the facts that you’re just too small to be in my league.” She would get so mad, “someday Eric, you are going to be sorry - you’ll see. One day I will be standing tall and then we’ll see who’s laughing.” She would jump on top of me and try to wrestle me and make me pay for my disrespect of her. I was only playing with her and of course her annoyance made me press harder as I enjoyed her feisty nature. Obviously, when she tried to beat some sense into me, I had no trouble pinning her to the ground. As I held her down with very little effort, I smiled down on her and said, “I’m not holding my breath little one! It’s unlikely you will ever come close to my size but even if you did, I’d still be whipping your butt!” I always made her say “uncle” before letting her go but on this occasion, she refused. I had never seen Amanda quite this irritated before so I egged her on some more- “ You know, you look adorable when your mad!” I let the hair from her pony tale flow out and brushed her long pretty hair while I still had no trouble keeping her down with my body and other hand ”how could such a cute adorable girl ever expect to scare someone of my stature?” Finally Mom called us for supper, so I let her up. She looked at me and with incredible fortitude she seriously
said “you need to be taken down a peg mister big man- if there is any justice, you are going to find out about being small someday. Maybe then you’ll have an appreciation for what it’s like.” I knew I had gone too far and tried to calm her down. I didn’t want to see her cry. “listen Amanda, you’re too competitive. This is just fun and games. I’m only pulling your chains!” I laughed trying to soothe her pain. She would here none of it- “Someday you will understand- there will always be bigger people out there and I hope I get to be there to see it when you find yourself at their mercy.” I was cocky and said ”Amanda my little one, you will always be small next to me so I’m not worried.” She walked off in a mood mumbling to the first star of the evening
that she wished I would get smaller, much smaller. I laughed at the silliness of my sister’s antics. That was the beginning.

Day 1

I awoke with a start. Something seems wrong but I didn't know what. After dressing, I rushed out of the house not wanting to see my sister so that she had a chance to cool down a little. I would apologize to her later- maybe tomorrow. I went out for a jog to clear my head but as I ran, I realized my clothes were feeling really loose, like I had lost a lot of weight. It was kind of strange but I had a good run. There were many attractive tall women out jogging - that was always a plus! Afterwards, I met up with a friend. This is when I first realized that something was definitely very wrong. Tom and I were almost exactly the same height but today he looked really tall, like he was 6'5". I asked him "Tom, I know this is going to sound weird but I think you have grown a few inches this summer." He looked at me and laughed, "either that buddy or you're shrinking!" It hit me like a thunderbolt. "That's impossible," I thought. Nobody just gets smaller. Even though the idea was preposterous, I somehow took the idea seriously enough to be frightened by the thought of it. I tried to avoid people the rest of the day as much as I could. Still, things definitely seemed bigger than usual and the people I ran across were unusually tall. I went to bed early. Obviously, a good night sleep would do me a world of good. In the morning, I would feel like a new man and this silly fantasy of mine would vanish with the new day.
Day2

Boy was I wrong! I knew immediately when I opened my eyes that I was smaller. My pyjamas were huge and my bed seemed so big. I got out of bed in a panic- what was I going to do? In just 2 days I had gone from being a tall powerful man to a little guy probably the size of my sister Amanda. Wouldn't she find my predicament amusing? I didn't want anyone to see me. I had to regain my composure, to sort things out in my head. I wasn't going to get that opportunity because when I left my bedroom, Amanda was waiting to talk to me and caught me off guard. "Eric? Oh my goodness. What's going on with you?" She saw how loose my clothes were but hadn't comprehended the significance. "Are you loosing weight?" It only took her a second to realize that I was now the same size as her. "No! It can't be. You're my size! No more Mr. big man." It was unnerving to have her looking at me eye to eye and she was taking such pleasure at my plight. I was used to always being so much taller than her. She, on the other hand was completely enthralled by the whole chain of events. "How did this happen? You must have shrunk at least 6 inches in height." She came over to me and measured herself against me. (This would be her task every morning from now on- a responsibility she enjoyed with far too much delight) "I think I am taller than you big brother," she laughed gleefully. "Well if I'm not, by tomorrow I certainly will be. I told her to cut it out, that this would be a temporary thing so she shouldn't get any funny bright ideas. However, I honestly didn't believe this to be the case. I feared that it was only going to get worse, not better.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid your sister is too much for you at your height?" I was disoriented but I knew I wouldn't let this 16-year-old get away with talking to me like this. How dare she belittle me? I jumped on her and wrestled her to the ground. "Remember this Mandy, no matter how small I am, I can still take you kid sister. Say 'uncle' and I will let you get up." She surprised me by complying instantly. She had offered almost no resistance but I felt she was holding back and now was almost as strong as me. This was a terrifying realization as I started to imagine the future. She got up, brushed herself off and said, "You should probably be nicer to me. In a few days you may not find controlling me quite so easy. Who knows, a little sister's revenge might be in order then. I think you are going to need a lesson in respect. I am going to enjoy being your teacher!" Before leaving me with my thoughts, Amanda took her hand and put it bellow her chin and proceeded to look down at the imaginary height menacingly. I got the point. She wanted to rub it in: "hmmm. I wonder just how small you are going to get. We may have to think about getting rid of the cat. I'd hate to think of her hurting you." Then as my sister continued to muse the possibilities, she smiled again "Who knows, you might want to apologize to me before it's too late. I might carry a grudge for awhile and then where would you be?" I said nothing. She walked into her and before closing the door said, "this just might be a whole lot of fun. I’ll be waiting for your apology and I'm sure I can find some clothes that you can still fit into- for the time being anyway."

I was furious at her condescending remarks yet I also knew she was probably right. I couldn't afford to have her be my enemy in the days ahead and she already was counting past scores that needing settling. Still it took me a few hours before I was ready to give my sister what she wanted so badly- my cowing to her demands. "Listen Amanda, I don't know what's going on here but I realize that you and I need to work together to make this thing work out." She was lying on her bed shaking her head at me, "Not good enough. Not even close. You’d better do a lot better than that or I will remember this in say 2-3 weeks!" She got the mischievous look on her face as she watched my nervous expression. "Come on, it won't be so bad. Not many guys get to see their little sister grow right before their eyes. I think you and I are going to grow really close in the days ahead. Of course, I suppose it will be more fun for me as you obey my orders and start to show me the respect I deserve." She stood up to make her final point. "You and I are the same size now but I think you need to get used to your place. Get on your knees and apologize for what happened earlier and this time is sincere. If you need motivation, think of 2 weeks from today! Maybe if you do a good job, I'll let this one go. We should get off to a good start in our new lives. I’d hate to have to punish my little brother right off the bat!" I needed no motivation as I followed her instructions to her delight. She was already enjoying her new position over me and as I looked up at her from my knees, I got a taste of what the future would hold for me. I could tell from her expression that she was going to enjoy the change a lot more than I would. (TBC)

Day3

The next day she was waiting in my room when I woke up. "I haven't been able to sleep for hours! Get up already." My sister could not contain her excitement. "Are you shorter than me yet?" Sure enough, Amanda was now a good 3" taller than me now. "You're shrinking 3 inches every day. I wonder how long this will go on? How does it feel to be the little brother?" From now on Amanda was going to be the tallest one in the house and she loved her new power over me. "Get dressed, we need to tell Mom." I objected but she wouldn't listen. Amanda knew I was aware that I wasn't in a position to debate her. I was beginning to realize that I needed to behave myself in front of my taller and growing sister.

Mom decided that we needed to wait it out. Maybe the shrinking process would reverse itself and besides, notifying the authorities would be of no help. What could they do for a shrinking man? Besides there was a downside to the public finding out- all the family needed was to become a side show with reporters buzzing around and people wanting to see how small I had become. Amanda assured Mom that she would look after me and help me through the rough spots. This was exactly what Mom wanted to hear because her job was all consuming and she often left us kids to fend for ourselves for weeks even months on occasion. I on the other hand was outraged! "She's my little sister! You can't leave her in control of me. She loves this Ma. Look at her expression. This is a fantasy coming true for her- she dreams of being able to run her brother's life." I made it clear that I would not agree to this crazy plan. My objections were ignored. Mom's decision was firm- "Listen, I know this won't be easy on you but I can't take on the extra responsibility. You know how important this trip to Europe is to my job. I can't stay home so I'm going to count on the two of you to be grown up about this and to put aside your differences." Mom was still going away on her business trip. It could last anywhere from 3 weeks to 2 months. (NICE CONTRIVED PLOT LINE DEVICE, WOULDN'T YOU AGREE?) "I have to go and you need to be cared for while I'm away. Amanda has the time and the concern to look after your well being." Smiling, Mandy assured me that we may have had our rivalries in the past but I could count on her to be a kind and protective friend and guardian now that I needed her. Mom bought into it completely, "Good. Then we are all settled. Mandy, you will be in charge of your brother's care but you are not to abuse your power. He needs you to be fair and strong. And Eric, you obey your sister's decisions. They will be for your own good." Amanda again smiled and hugged me close to her- "Don't worry, I'm going to be a great big sister." Then to our mother, "I promise, he'll be in good hands." I tried to object again - "But..." "You need to accept this. You are getting smaller and you must learn to trust in your family." Mom left me alone with my amused power-craving sister.

Day 4

At first my sister seemed to be serious about her commitment to caring for me. She acted as though she was the big sister who had the enormous responsibility of looking after my well-being. Every morning she measured my height: both my size and where I came up to in relation to her. She was enjoying the process of my gradual reduction and even started planning for the difficult days that lay ahead. Mandy treated me like a very small child in the beginning even though I was only 6 inches shorter than her. She explained everything to me as if I needed her to spell out what she was doing for me. I told her, "You are enjoying holding all this power over me, aren't you?" "Don't be silly," she laughed, "It's a big challenge looking after all your needs. I just want you to be safe as you adjust to your new environment. In the weeks ahead, you are going to require careful watching as the world around you gets bigger and bigger. Normal size objects and people will become menaces for you. You don't need to worry though because I will be protecting you, no matter how small you get!" I had no idea at the time (no normal sized guy could ever imagine what lay ahead) but I was only just beginning my adventures with sister Amanda. She was preparing for the future - buying clothes and other items I would need as the shrinking process continued in me. Meanwhile, she watched me so carefully as if to savour each moment of my diminishing stature in the house. Amanda didn't misuse her height advantage but I feared her vengeance would be coming soon. I didn't realize she was waiting for the arrival of a special day so that she could return a past favour to her favourite brother.

Day5

As Mandy measured my height; I became aware just how quickly I was shrinking. Looking up to her, already 9" above me, I noticed as I stared at my sister's chin with my line of vision that she was now as tall to me as I had been to her just a week earlier! From the expression on her face, I knew that she was aware of the milestone also.” Well little man- the day is here. We finally get to find out what you are made of. Now you get to compete with me from the slight disadvantage of 9inches-" She patted me on the head. "Let's see how you can fare against your powerful big sister!" I was disgusted by her antics. "You have been planning my miniature life and now you want to have your revenge on me for my past athletic success over you. I won't give you that satisfaction Amanda." She returned the shot- "You Eric are nothing but a hypocrite. Today is the last time that I treat you like a man! You always bragged about being such a great jock. I used to go up against you despite being at a huge size disadvantage- I still tried hard and was able to force you to the limit. You are afraid to put your words up to your little sister's challenge. I used to think you were pretty good back then but I guessed your strength was all about your height. Now you're not even able to compete in your kid sister's league." I knew that she was intentionally pushing my buttons but still, I could not back down from her. I had to give it my best shot. I knew I had a huge height disadvantage to overcome but my ego wouldn't allow me to cower to this little girl. It was my last chance to stand tall and show Mandy that I couldn't be pushed around and that in fact I was still the man.
I had a miserably humiliating day as I faced the horrific truth. She completely overwhelmed me in everything that we did. I was even less successful than she had ever been and did she rub it in, but good! As she rejected almost every shot I took, she said "I'm whipping your butt little brother and isn't payback sweet!" I was completely dominated by her size in basketball. Her previously puny girl's body bruised me mercilessly. When she knocked me to the ground, she would effortlessly lift my smaller frame smiling as she helped me up over and over again so that she could continue administering the beating of my life. She like to keep rubbing it in by saying, "Didn't hurt you did I? I suppose you are just too little to compete with such a powerful force like me." After the beating was complete with an arm wrestling contest, which was like a cat toying with her prey before pouncing, Amanda again patted me on the head and condescendingly said, "You gave it a pretty good try little one. You tried pretty hard but I'd have to say you didn't even come close to my old efforts against you. You know, I dreamed I would be able to get my revenge on you but I never realized being stronger and more powerful than someone could be this much fun! You must miss being the big one huh?" She continued to taunt me. "Total domination by the kid sister!" She pumped her fist and then laughed and laughed at my expense as she looked down a defeated little body.
I knew it was a mistake but I couldn't help myself- she was being vicious and mean spirited. I attacked her and tried to knock her to the ground but I fell and she quickly was able to land on top of me and pin me to the ground. She giggled girlishly,” My revenge is now complete. You are at my mercy and must say 'uncle' before I'll let you get up." She continued to smile as I struggled to get free while she maintained her firm tight grip on me. I was not about to give in. Again she smiled as she held my arms down; "You are so cute when you're mad!" She loved the feeling of pressing down on my weak arms and the pain and humiliation that it caused me. I begged her to stop the lesson and she said, "All you need to do is to say 'Uncle.'" I began to cry and she showed me some compassion. "No, you've had more than enough for today little one." She lifted my bruised defeated body up to comfort me against her little girl chest as if I had been her punished pet who had just learned a bitter but valuable lesson for the days ahead. "It's alright. It's over now. No more humiliation. You have paid you're debt and more." She comforted me for over an hour as I cried uncontrollably. I could tell she had been satisfied but unfortunately, the humiliation was only beginning.

Day6

I think Mandy has gotten a lot of her anger out of her system because things seem to be going a little better for me right now, at least for the time being anyway. I am still shrinking at the same rate but she seems to be going about her business without rubbing it in as my height diminishes before her. At 4'7", my sister appears as a 7'4" giantess to me. To her, I must look like a 10 year old boy and she treats me accordingly. Today she insisted that for my well-being, I take a nap. It was pointless to argue with her, as I knew I would eventually have to obey. When she had me back up to see where I measured against her, I didn't reach her shoulders! It was so humiliating to face her because I was now eye level to her 16 year old breasts. She acted as though she didn't even notice my discomfort and wouldn't make it any easier on me by slouching down or trying to lessen our height difference. Amanda was not at all bothered by my inferiority concerns. To her, I was just her little brother who she needed to instruct and protect. She even went as so far as to tuck me in at bedtime and to give me a kiss on the cheek as she turned out my bedroom light.

Day 7

Amanda insisted that we go into town today. I resisted because I looked like her 9 year old brother and I hated for the world to see me like this. She told me that I needed to pretend like I was her little brother or else people would become too suspicious. She wanted me to behave like an unruly brat and I of course got the further degradation of wearing Melissa's old clothes from when she was only a 10 year old girl!
We were sitting in a crowded bus when a pair of pretty college girls, about my age, got on the bus and smiled down at me. For just a moment, I forgot myself and thought they were interested. Then the blonde girl in light blue shorts says to Amanda- "He's adorable, how old is the little man?" Mandy smiled, "Eric just turned 9, right, small fry?" "Oh, he looks so much older!" the coed giggled, amused for no apparent reason. "You know, you are going to be a heartbreaker in a few years." Her friend, an adorable tanned dark haired beauty smiled and said, "Yeah if he were only a few years older, I'd love to have him for my boyfriend!" She looked fantastic with her fine tanned legs and the pretty red skirt that showed off her incredible features. The girls smelled of fresh spring, the way many of the sweetest young ladies on a college campus carried their scent. I kept having to remind myself of my position, which was extremely difficult as my male hormones were now in overdrive as the girls continued to flirt with me. Of course the 2 of them towered over me and they were only toying with me but it made me feel both good and horny in spite of it all. Then the hammer fell. The first girl patted me on the head and asked me, "Would you be a gentleman and offer your seat to an older woman? I'm sure your big sister would be o.k. with you sitting on her lap." Then to Mandy "Is that alright with you sweety?" Of course Amanda found the whole situation very entertaining and played right along to my utter humiliation- "He'd love to help out you young ladies, right Eric?" Then to the girls she added, "He loves the older women, you know!" She seemed to really be into her role as my bossy big sister as she had a look of pure pleasure on her face as she ordered me to make way for the big girls to sit down. With her hand, Amanda patted on her short pink skirt and instructed me "Hop up on my lap little brother just like when you were small!" She explained to the girls,” Eric used to love sitting on his sister's lap when he was younger. They grow up so fast and now he's embarrassed." She lifted me up with very little effort (I weighed only 70lbs. now) and a look of self-indulgence on her face. She enjoyed making me sit on her lap. Then she turned me around so I had to face her and she held me like I was her big cuddly doll. "I love holding him." She informed the interested girls. "It reminds me of when he was a baby and I got to rock him to sleep." My face turned bright red as the coeds smiled at the thought of my sister taking care of me as an infant. I looked at her with a look of misery but she just continued to smile knowingly. She really enjoyed my discomfort as she continued to hug me incessantly right in the view of the two sweet beauties. Finally, she allowed me to sit down on her lap again. "Your brother is just so precious. And you have such a way with him! I wish mine weren't such an incredibly tall pain in the ass. If only they could all be that small and helpless for their whole lives!" The three girls shared a laugh at my expense. They giggled that half child, half young woman silliness that from a different perspective would seem charming. From my position, it was horrifying. As the girls continued to enjoy themselves, Mandy started rubbing her fingers through my hair and pushed in one last dagger, "Yehhh! It truly is great fun to be in such control!"

Day 8

The smaller I got, the more Amanda enjoyed holding me. She began to think of me as her little boy. Surprisingly, I began to see her as very comforting and increasingly cuter. I of course didn't tell her after all she was my sister but the bigger she got in comparison to me, the more pleasant her appearance seemed to get. I decided that there were worse places to be than in her arms and I stopped resisting her efforts at caressing and comforting me. I realized that she would only continue growing bigger in relation to me so it seemed prudent to enjoy my height as long as it lasted and to accept her as my guardian by obeying her wishes. Besides, she was treating me pretty well and was looking out for my best interests. Why should I anger her when her power over me grew every day? I certainly didn't need her holding a grudge against me when I might be completely reliant on her in the coming weeks.

Day 9

Amanda looked practically 9 feet tall to me now as I must have looked like a 6 or 7 year old to my sister. When she told me that we needed to prepare for Melissa's return from camp, I was devastated. Dealing with Mandy and following her every command was bad enough. My sweet kid sister Missy- that was another level of humiliation altogether. She was only 14 and about 4'10" when she had left for summer camp. The two of us shared a special brother sister relationship despite being unrelated by blood. Melissa worshipped me. She and I had bonded at a very young age and were in fact more like best friends. The only difference was that she was 5 years younger and I watched over her like a hawk. I made sure no harm ever came to her and she had always adored me for doting on her every problem. She confided in me on anything that affected her life and she knew that her big brother would put himself in front of a bullet to protect her. We were close and she loved me like her best friend and confidante along with being her protector all rolled into one. Missy knew nothing of my condition and she would be back in less than 2 days. I was already a full foot shorter than her and by the time she arrived, she would stand 18" taller than her big brother. When she left, I had stood 15" taller than her! Amanda saw my distress and she was aware of the strong ties that I had with our youngest sibling. Again Mandy provided me with the needed comfort. "Listen, I'm not going to tell you that this will be easy on either of you but we are going to have to make the best of it. There is no other choice; we are all in this mess together. Besides, she is going to be a huge help to you. The two of you are great with each other. So now the tables are turned and you are going to have to rely on her. SO WHAT? You know what a great kid she is - she won't let you down- trust me."
I looked up at my smiling sister Amanda. She sat down and made room for me on her lap. Her lap had become huge and inviting in such a short period of time. She patted on her dress for me to hop up into my now customary spot. I did so without any trepidation. She held me tenderly and said, "Just last week you and I were bitter rivals and now look at us. Who would have thought that the two of us could ever be this close?" I rested my head against Mandy's beautiful dark hair that she had recently started to wear long and flowing rather than in her traditional ponytail or braids. She finished her warm comforting sentiments- "You and Melissa are like best friends already. You have nothing to fear from her." Still, I dreaded Saturday as I restlessly napped on big sister Mandy's enormous blue dress.

Day 10

Amanda thought it would be best to go her to pick up Melissa from camp. She hoped that she would be able to try to explain the situation or to at least ease the blow a little bit. I wanted to go with her but Mandy thought it would be for the best if I stayed at home. Maybe alone she could find the right words to explain her shrinking brother to her. Amanda however was worried about leaving her kid-sized brother by himself for the night ahead. I assured her that I would be fine and could take care of myself. I wished her good luck and told her that I would see them both soon. I noticed just how incredibly gorgeous my sister looked in her pink t- shirt and yellow shorts as she headed out to pick up our kid sister Melissa. Mandy held me tight for a long time before bending down to give me a kiss goodbye. When she stood up to leave, I smiled up at her. (I was looking at her belly button with my line of vision now) I couldn't imagine ever having felt anything but tremendous warmth and love for my precious giant sister. After she drove away, I spent countless hours worrying about the day ahead and about the girl's return.

Day 11

Mandy called to say she couldn't find the words to tell Melissa about me so she was planning to bring her to my room to break the news. She wanted me to hide in the closet when they arrived home. Amanda assured me that it was going to be fine but I knew that Missy would appear to be 9 feet tall to me as I continued to get smaller and smaller. I was the size of a 5 year old and my kid sister would find the site of me to be completely disgusting. This little girl could lift me easily like I was a small dog or cat. What use was I going to be to her now, I worried. Terrifying thoughts of the weeks ahead filled my mind. Just how small was I going to get?
When they arrived, my heart was beating fast. I went to the closet to wait for the signal from Mandy. I noticed that the two young women were lugging something into my room- something real big. My first impulse was to go out and help them by taking on the chore myself. Then I remembered how little I was and that the girls were each much stronger than I was and far more able to carry the load. I peaked out from my hiding place to see that the girls were carrying a gigantic deluxe dollhouse. Next I heard my sweet sister Melissa's pretty little voice, "What does Eric want with such a mammoth dollhouse Amanda? All of a sudden is he into playing with toys?" I could see the tall girls in my room. They were each wearing short skirts and no stockings. Amanda had on sneakers, Melissa wore leather sandals, Amanda pointed over at my bed and the girls hopped up for a sister talk. That's when Mandy said, "No honey, he's not into playing with dolls- he is sorta becoming one! I need to tell you something about our brother, something kind of difficult. While you have been away something really strange has been happening to Eric." "Strange?" Melissa questioned. "What do you mean?" Mandy cleared her throat. Here was the moment of truth. "Well... I am afraid that in the next 10- 12 days Eric is going to become so small that he will be living in the dollhouse." "What are you talking about? That's ridiculous!" Missy jumped off my bed furious with her big sister's game and poor taste in humour. "You've always hated him but why tell me such a crazy story?" Amanda looked at our kid sister sympathetically- "Actually Melis, Eric and I have become really close over the summer. We are sort of good friends now." Missy wasn't buying it, "Where is my big brother and what is all this craziness about the dollhouse?" Amanda got up and headed toward my hiding place and the closet door- "Sweetie, there is no easy way to put this. Our brother is shrinking three inches every day and there is no end in site." Melissa asserted, "That's crazy. People don't just get smaller." "O.k. little brother. It's alright to come out. Sis knows the truth now." I slinked out of my closet toward my two giantess sisters who were now almost twice my size. I sheepishly called up to them in a less than manly voice, "Hi girls. Missy, I'm afraid it's true. I'm shrinking down more and more each day." To Amanda I kidded "Nice subtle approach. Way to let her down easy. I thought you might use a little tact with her." I was smiling at her being so glad to have her home. I ran into Mandy's outstretched arms. She seemed bigger than ever to me. I was just so glad to see her. "Sorry about that. I was trying to be gentle and to let her down gradually but how do you tell someone that her brother is becoming her Ken doll?" Mandy questioned. I held her tight and affirmed, "It's not like I would ever live in that thing anyway. I mean really Amanda. Can you imagine me living inside a dollhouse. How absurd!"
Amanda didn't say anything about the dollhouse but she let me down so I could go to my shocked baby sister who stood in disbelief at the site of her miniaturized big brother. I went over to her so that she could get a closer look. This was the moment I had been dreading since this whole thing began. "Hi my girl. I've missed you so much this summer. As I tried to approach her to hug her and to assure her that everything was going to be o.k., Melissa fainted from the shock of the moment and fell unconscious to the floor, mentally unable and unwilling to accept what she was seeing.

Day12

Early the next day, Amanda woke Melissa up to have a heart to heart. Melissa had needed to sleep off the shock and was now more ready to face the situation. As the two girls got dressed, they talked about their brother's predicament. "Mandy, I can't believe that he is shrinking! This is like out of a scary sci-fi movie. He looked so little and helpless already." "I know sis. He is already depending on me for everything. I have to admit, he makes an adorable and obedient little brother but all that is going to change in the next couple of weeks." Missy was not following her big sister. Mandy explained, "As Eric gets to be really small, he won't be anything more than a doll to us. Do you realize what we look like to him from his point of view? We are going to be like giants to him and he may even shrink to the size of a mouse or possibly an ant! I know it seems too wild to believe but Eric eventually will accept us as his owners. He may even be kinda like a pet to us. I suppose this will give the phrase 'my brother's keeper' a whole new meaning!" Melissa was frowning as her sister continued to express her enthusiasm for their new responsibility. "Besides Meliss, how exciting it is going to be for us to be able to carry him around in our pocket or to wear him as part of our jewellery! What girl ever has had that kind of power over her big brother? We are going to have so much fun- don't you realize that he is completely at our mercy."
Melissa did not appreciate the cruelty of her sister's voice. "That's horrible Mandy- how can you think of such tings. He's still our brother and I won't permit you to treat him like a doll." "Missy, you will see, it's for the best. Eric is going to need to live in a giant world and the best way for him to get used to it is by making him move into our room and eventually into the dollhouse. Trust me, he will be better of in the end. He can't survive without our protection. He is going to need to show proper respect for his giant benevolent sisters." Melissa considered her sister's words and said, "This is so awful for Eric. To belong to us, his kid sisters. What could be more embarrassing and humiliating for a guy like him?" Amanda responded gleefully, "I know, it's going to be very tough for a jock like him to accept his new place in the world. But only at first sis. It will be our job to make him comfortable in his new life. He must learn to enjoy his new size as best he can and to find comfort in our protection of him. Remember, we won't hurt him as long as he's good and obeys us. This is the only way for him to accept being a tiny man in a big people's world." Melissa was still doubtful- "I need to talk with him and see what he's feeling. This is all still too crazy for me. How can I possibly do what you are suggesting? It's too cruel and mean." Amanda shrugged her 16 year old shoulders. "It's the hand we all have been dealt. I think this is the only humane thing we can do for our helpless little brother and besides it's going to be so much fun for us!"

Melissa knocked on my door. "Eric, it's me Missy. Do you mind if I come in?" I told her that she was always welcome. She stood at the door looking sheepishly toward me. "I'm so sorry about yesterday Eric. I need to be strong for you. This thing is so devastating and I was being selfish. Can you please forgive me for being so immature and for behaving so badly?" I looked at my enormous kid sister who was approaching 10 feet tall from my perspective even though the rest of the world saw her as a petite 4'11" teen. In spite of her towering size, I realized my 14-year-old sister Melissa was becoming an absolutely charming young woman, even though she still had the angelic innocence of a child and her body was only beginning to develop the figure that would make her so beautiful in the coming years. Her brown glowing eyes looked down toward me with such compassion and sympathy that I knew she was sincerely worried about me. I had never seen her dirty blonde hair flowing quite as long and with such a youthful feminine appeal. She had matured so much over the summer and at my decreased stature, I was only too aware of our changed positions in the family structure. Nevertheless, she looked at me with love and gentleness that made me feel her total devotion to me. Around her neck, Missy wore a leather necklace that I had given to her when she was only 8. It was her most treasured possession and she wore it all the time. I knew that her constant wearing of it symbolized her love and friendship for her older brother. Not only did it hold a special meaning to the two of us, but also its appearance gave my sister an added glow and beauty. In wearing her necklace, Melissa exuded elegance and charisma that only the rarest of people could match. She looked adorable in her grey shorts and light blue t- shirt. On her feet, she wore sneakers but no stockings. As she approached me, it was hard for her not to look down at my puny 37" figure.
"You don't need to apologize to me Melissa. I could never be mad at you. You are the sweetest person in the whole world. I know what an awful shock this has been for you and I only wish I could have spared you going through it." I tried to be brave for her sake. I could see she had tears running down her face and nothing was worse than seeing my girl cry. "Please don't cry Missy. It's going to be alright. I promise, you and I will be even closer than ever. It might even be kind of cool for you to have me as a little brother!" I tried to reassure her unconvincingly. "But I'm so frightened for you- how small you are getting." She was unable to hold back anymore. She ran to me to be held by her big brother as she had always seeked comfort from me in the past. Now however, I wasn't even as high as her developing breasts. Missy held me tightly in her arms, completely unaware of the incredible pain she was causing me. Her teen-aged body, although slight and petite to most normal sized guys, was incredibly powerful to a child-sized man like me. I could not admit to her that her mild gentle embrace could cause me such pain, so I just let her continue holding me. (I would be black and blue in some places for a few days!) I couldn't believe my little sister was already this much more powerful than me. Finally, she let go. I laughed it off by saying, "I suppose I should stop calling you my little one and you need to quit referring to me as your big brother." She wanted to hear none of this. "No! You are always going to be my big brother and I want you to keep calling me names like 'your little girl.' I said that I would if she liked but that in the days ahead, it would sound increasingly more ridiculous and that I would stop when she found it to be too silly. She smiled her warm tender look as she got down on her knees to be closer to my height. "Never. We will always be the same for each other." She lovingly caressed her necklace as she often enjoyed doing. "Listen Eric, you have always been the best brother and friend to me growing up. I want to return the favour. I am going to help you through all this craziness and you should know that I want to be here for you no matter how small you get." I told her that I felt just as strongly about her and that I cared for her more than anyone else in the world- this started her tears again- but that it was asking too much of her and besides, Mandy was older and had been taking on the responsibility well so far. To this she shook her head making her sweet hair wave wildly about. " Eric, you can't trust her. Amanda is manipulating you. Today she shared with me how much she is looking forward to keeping you in the dollhouse and to treating you like a pet! She wants the two of us to control you and to teach you to behave for us like our doll!" I couldn't believe that Amanda could still be so vindictive but I trusted Melissa completely. "I thought we had gotten over our sibling rivalry but I guess she wants to have me at her complete mercy." Missy shared her concerns over our sister's plans and told me that she would do whatever it took to keep me safe from Mandy's clutches. I foolishly objected to my good sister's protective impulses "You don't need to burden yourself Missy. I'm going to be a huge chore and Amanda is not going to give up without a fight. Besides, I can handle myself against her anyway!" I laughed half- heartedly. My precious sweet teen sister got very protective of me- "I don't care. Unless you don't want me to take care of you because it's too painful for you, I am going to anything to help you get through this. I am going to be the best big sister I can be and I will see to it that you are safe and protected." Now it was my turn to shed some tears. I reached up to her giant shoulders to boost myself up so that I could be even with her gentle loving face. I kissed my best girl on the cheek and thanked her for being so wonderful to me.

Day13

My first day of being under 3 feet tall- the first of many: I decided to wake up early to get some quality thinking time in. Boy had my bed gotten huge in the last 2 weeks. I didn't know it yet but my days of sleeping in that bed in my own private room were over. I went outside because I needed some time away from the girls, just to take a walk and be alone with my thoughts about the whole crazy thing! I knew that it wouldn't be long before going out alone was beyond my means. I really did not want anyone to see me but as luck would have it, I ran into a pair of 12-year-old girls who were now almost twice my size. I had seen them both before when I had been 6'1" and was afraid they might recognize me - but they never connected me now at my miniscule size to the huge college guy they had seen a couple of times earlier in the summer. The girls were young and innocent but they had a look about them that said in a few short years from now they would be cheerleaders at their local high school, breaking the hearts of many of their classmates.
I knew that I should run away but my pride would not let me shy away from this pair of little girls. As I tried to walk by them, one of the girls, full of youthful feminine exuberance stopped me. "Hello little boy. Are you lost?" She stood up and towered over me as she tried smiling reassuringly. "We can help you find your mommy." The taller of the two girls, a blonde with blue eyes turned to her friend and said, "Allison, he's so small. He must be 3 years old and lost." The other girl Allison chimed in, "I think we are frightening him Kellie. It's o.k. sweetie, you don't need to be scared of us. We aren't going to hurt you. We are both babysitters and we love little boys like you." I knew I was in trouble, this 12 year old meant business and took her responsibility of looking out for children seriously. I tried to get out of the mess without success- "Thank you young ladies but I am just fine and I know exactly where I am going." The girls looked at each other and giggled. The brunette girl Allison said "He's so adult like for such a little boy! What's your name honey?" "I'm Eric and I really need to get going but thanks anyway." Allison had obviously handled this situation before in her babysitting duties, "Kellie, you need to stop him so he doesn't run away." Kellie had no trouble in subduing me. She took a few small steps, reached down her powerful arms and was able to catch me and hold me firmly against her amazingly gigantic 12-year-old body. I was completely under her control and was mortified by the humiliation of the situation. Kellie was far too strong for me and I could move in her grasp. I tried struggling but it was a fruitless waste of time. "Listen little one, I've got you and I am not letting go so you might as well stop resisting." She was right so I relented and stopped my resistance. Allison smiled down at me- "We want to help you so why don't you tell us where you live Eric, then we can bring you home to your family." I decided to tell the girls what they wanted so that we could end this embarrassing fiasco as soon as possible. Besides, I had no chance of resisting these 2 giantess girls, not at my size.

Kellie carried me to the other preteen girl- "Take him Ally. I need to go grab my purse and then we take our new friend home." As the girls passed me from one to the other, I could smell bubble gum flavour that girls this age often carried the scent of. Allison was gentler than the forceful Kellie had been. "Are you o.k. little man? I'm not hurting you am I?" Actually, Allison was very sweet, I didn't mind her holding me like I was her baby brother. In fact her embrace was rather comforting. "I'm fine Miss. Can you two nice girls just bring me home please." In less than a half hour of walking, we were outside my house. Allison had carried me the whole way there and had gotten quite attached to me. I have to admit, despite being so much older than her, I enjoyed her tender treatment of me and the sweet hugs and gentle manner in which she performed her babysitting functions. "You know Allison, you are really sweet. If things were different..." I was fortunately cut off as Kellie rang the doorbell. I had said far too much, this girl was younger tan my kid sister! I suppose my position and her kindness had gotten the best of me. Kellie laughed at my behaviour- "Allison, I think Eric likes you, don't you little one!" Allison was sweet as can be "Well that's just fine with me. He's the most polite sweet boy I have ever met." She rubbed my nose as she placed me on the ground, "Who knows, maybe someday when you are big and strong..." My sister Melissa who answered the door with a stern but worried look on her pretty face interrupted our conversation. "Where did you go Eric? Amanda and I have been so worried about you. Don't ever do that to us again," she scolded me. I feared that they wouldn't give me the future opportunity. Missy took me in her arms as the adorable 12-year-old babysitter Allison looked on. "He's fine. Please don't punish him too much. He only wanted to get some fresh air." Melissa thanked the girls for being so good to me. "Eric's sister and I were so frantic when we realized that Eric was gone. He is our responsibility and Eric and I have a special close bond that we have developed over the years," She caught herself, "I mean since he was born." Kellie smiled "It's been no trouble at all. We love taking care of little boys. In fact, please give us a call any time. We would both love to watch over your baby brother. We are babysitters and Eric seems to have taking a liking to my friend Allison." Kellie winked in my direction. Melissa decided to make a point with me, maybe as punishment for causing her so much distress- "Really Eric? Is this young lady your new girlfriend?" Her chiding me made me blush, belittled again. Then to Kellie and Allison, my kid sister continued her lesson, "that sounds great girls. Amanda and I just may take you up on your generous offer, especially if Eric likes you, he can be so fussy with strange new people." Finally as a last punishment, Melissa ordered me to go thank the young girls for their incredible kindness. She whispered forcefully to me, "I want you to give each of them a kiss on the cheek to show them your appreciation." I could tell she meant it so I obeyed her. I went to both of the girls, who each leaned down so that I could reach them, and kissed their little girl faces as a symbol of my thanks for their kind care of me. Allison looked at Kellie, "He is so sweet. I wish he was older!" Then to me she said, "I look forward to seeing you again soon. We will have so much fun together when your sisters have big girl plans." I heard Allison ask Missy whether she had any older brothers. Missy just smiled and said sorry that I was the only one! The girls left cheerfully, proud of their good deed in helping such a defenceless little boy. I saw them go bouncing off in search of more adolescent girl adventures.

When Melissa got me inside she was furious with me yet at the same time relieved. "Amanda is going to want to punish you for this and frankly I have a mind to let her just to teach you your lesson. I was so scared. Thank goodness those two girls found you instead of a dangerous person." She calmed down when she saw my dejected expression. "I realize that you needed some space but next time tell me at least!" There would be no next time. The girls would be watching me more closely from now on. "Don't worry. I'll keep Mandy from punishing you when she gets back from her search. I'll tell her that you got enough of a lesson from those two young girls who brought you home. That must have been pretty humiliating for a guy like you huh Eric? They really did seem to take a liking to you, especially that dark haired cutie Allison. Amanda should be satisfied when I tell her about your adventures with the babysitters." She seemed far too entertained by my humiliation and I was annoyed at her amusement. But I decided that maybe she had the right after what I had put her through. I tried to explain to Missy about how awful the whole thing had been from my perspective but she had other things to discuss with me and dismissed my ramblings after a quick shrug of her shoulders. I think the implication was 'what can you do? that's life for a shrinking man in a big people's world.' Missy's thoughts were on my future sleeping arrangements. "I should let you know that Amanda is planning to move you to our room tonight. She found a small children's bed that fits perfectly right next to my bed. That way we can be close." She finished telling me about the new chapter in my life as the shrinking brother by saying "I know you probably are uncomfortable giving up you privacy but look at it on the bright side, we are all going to grow a lot closer. Eric, I really believe this is for the best." I knew that my sisters would be adamant on this issue so I relented without expressing my misgivings. Besides, I was helpless to resist their will at this point. When Mandy arrived home, she was just so glad to see me, unharmed that she forgot about her anger and just held me tight. At least I wouldn't have to endure any more punishment at the hands of my sisters. Tonight anyway.

Day 14

Amanda jumped out of bed at 7 in the morning. She took off her pyjamas as if I were not in the room. In removing her sleeping attire, her panties and bra were revealed and she was well aware that I was awake. "What the heck are you doing Mandy?" My sister smiled at me, "I'm getting ready to take my shower and a pleasant good morning to you to little bro." I was shocked at her behaviour. We were not prudes but at the same time, I felt uncomfortable with my 16-year-old sister changing right in front of me! "Listen, I may be shrinking but that doesn't give you license to undress as if I'm not in the room! I won't have you parading around that way in my presence." Melissa was just rolling over in bed. She heard what was going on- "Eric, don't mind her. She's just being an exhibitionist." I was still annoyed at Mandy's lewd behavior. I felt she was rubbing in my predicament by acting as if I weren't a person who needed to be considered. She was acting like my being there was not a factor in her day to day existence. I was furious, "Not in front of me she doesn't!" Mandy in her undergarments came to me and lifted me off my small bed- "Don't be so embarrassed little brother. You shouldn't be so ashamed of your sister's attractive bodies. I'm growing into a beautiful woman and you need to accept your place in our world! As you shrink to smaller sizes, Missy and I are not going to keep excusing ourselves every time we need to undress. Don't you think that would be a little too much?" Melissa intervened, "Enough Amanda! Put Eric down and try acting a little bit modest. You are humiliating him by holding him like that and he's not comfortable seeing us wearing our panties in front of him yet." She told our sister to use a little decorum and use the bathroom to change her clothes. Mandy placed me on Missy's bed and went to the bathroom in a huff. "Fine for now but he's going to have to accept that he will be living in a room with 2 young women who are not going to turn our lives inside out just to accommodate his male sensitivities." As she left me alone with Missy she finished off by saying, "It's not like I care if he walks around nude in our bedroom anyway. We are all going to need to learn to overlook little inconveniences."
When she closed the bathroom door, Melissa got up. Dressed in her pyjamas, she went to her closet, put on her bathrobe and sat down next to me, completely dwarfing my miniscule size by her teenaged stature. My kid sister was now twice my height and I knew she was beginning to look at me in a different way. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to not treat me like her little brother.” Don’t mind her, she just enjoys being difficult sometimes." She lifted me on her lap as she said "It's alright for me to put you on my lap isn't it?" I was about to answer her when I realized that I was experiencing a sharp ringing pain in my ears. I told Missy that I believed that the normal feminine voices of my sisters had finally become too much on my little eardrums. She suggested that my voice was gradually sounding quieter since I started shrinking. Now she said it even sounding rather squeaky to her and I imagined the girls must hear an unmanly shrill tiny speaker sound when I talked to them. "In the days ahead, we are going to need to amplify your voice, honey, it's already becoming tough to understand you." Melissa also thought it would be a good idea for the two of them to speak as quietly as possible so as not to hurt my delicate eardrums. Amanda rejected this idea strenuously. She smiled her condescending look "I'm only a small girl and my voice is sweet and gentle to begin with. Besides, you know it's only going to get worse for you as you continue to grow littler and littler. I'm doing you a favour by refusing to dote on your special needs because you are going to have to get accustomed to the powerful sounds of the big people world!" I suppose she was right. It would take some time but eventually I would get used to their powerful deafening voices just as I would get used to looking up to their Giantess figures and obeying their commands. For the time being, when Mandy spoke it was too painful for me so I held my ears with both my hands to suffocate the sound a little. Melissa spoke as quiet as she could but it still sounded like a deep powerful yell for my tiny ears. The girls often misunderstood my mini voice so I tried to speak as loud as I could and often needed to repeat myself for their benefit. Missy was going to find a megaphone for me and that would alleviate this problem at least. The sound of our voices was about the least of my worries but was a problem that needed solving nonetheless.

Day15

The girls started back to school today. They looked so beautiful in their fresh bright outfits. I wanted to give them each a big hug goodbye but at my size, I couldn't reach anywhere near that high. In fact, standing next to the girls, I didn't measure up to the top of their legs! This latest humiliation gave Amanda yet another opportunity to feel powerful next to her diminishing brother. It was a chance for her revel at my shame in being so much smaller than her. She reacted with a hysterical episode of girlish giggling. Sometimes, from her perspective just seeing my tiny little body looking up at her with a frightened uncomfortable look on my face was enough to start the silliness that young women her age are likely to experience. It would go on for an unbearable degrading 5 minutes as I was forced to look way up at her and she experienced her superior strong sister in control laugh riot. Worse still was the fact that even my sweet Missy was not immune to the laughing spell. Her 14 year old self control over her emotions was not that strong and even when she tried to resist the urge, on seeing Amanda's reaction to my height in comparison to their giant teen bodies she got lost in a hysterical fit as well. The girl’s ongoing amusement was not only horribly embarrassing but their surprisingly loud voices were deafening to my ears. As I held my ears for self-preservation, this made them laugh even harder!
My line of vision was just above their kneecaps and I was for the first time starting to realize that living in the dollhouse was a real possibly that I would be facing in a very short time. At least when the girls humour fest finally wound down, they both apologized for their behaviour. "I wish I could control myself Eric," Missy said, "I know it can't be fun for you to have us act this way but I don't know how to stop once we get started." Amanda added "Yeah hon. I wish I could stop but you can't understand until you see your brother knee high to you struggling to look manly." I was afraid she would lose herself again but she stifled her humour to just a broad based grin from ear to ear. At least both girls had learned how to handle me gently. They each knew how to hold me up to their faces without bruising me or causing me unbearable pain. They gently lifted me up so that I could kiss them goodbye and wish them well in their exciting day ahead. Missy had a sombre look on her face, fully recovered from her emotional outburst moments earlier. She was terrified now of leaving me for the whole day by myself but Mandy assured her that I would be just fine and that I needed to experience life at home without their assistance. I reluctantly agreed but what choice did I have? "Have a great day girls," I hollered as loud as I could from the bedroom window, "I'll see you when you get home." My sisters, wearing their stylish fall dresses smiled up at me in our room, not really hearing what I had said to them but knowing that I would await their return and feeling excited about their first day at school. I felt like I was a pet wishing my mistresses goodbye as they headed out into the world of big people.
That evening, before going to sleep, Melissa suggested that I keep her company for a while on her "Big Bed." I got the feeling that she wanted to keep me close to her and I didn't object to the tender loving care. Missy was extremely warm and gentle to me and she held me tight like I was her teddy bear. Amanda, preparing for sleep herself was now undressing right next to Melissa's bed. She saw Missy holding me and as she removed her bra she laughed at my new position in life. "How very adorable. The little bitty man is safe and sound in his big teen sister's complete control." Mandy was right of course but at this point, I didn't care. In Missy's gentle embrace, I cuddled for warmth and safety. I felt a sense of contentment when I looked over at her leather necklace that she never took off. It was always close to her heart as was I. It gave me great comfort to know that my guardian sister wore her bond to me all the time.
I wound up sleeping peacefully in her arms all night as if I were her Missy's loving obedient pet rather than her adult powerful big brother. I was beginning to accept my new life as well as could be expected.

Day16 (2'1")

I woke up to find I had slept the entire night held by my 14 year old step- sister. I had marks all over me as a result of being held against Missy's body and her cotton bedtime p.j.'s. Who could have ever imagined that my kid sister would be able to put her imprint against my manly form? Just a month ago, the thought would have been preposterous but now my achy body told a different story. I realized Amanda was staring at the two of us as Missy continued her peaceful sleep. Amanda definitely looked disturbed- could it be that she was jealous of my close relationship to Melissa? I knew I needed to have a talk with her to try to clear the air but getting free from my sleeping giantess sister's grip was providing me a challenge! Her strength increased every day and I was certain that if she ever wanted to, she would be able to have me completely at her will. I feared that even little Missy would soon see me as her doll.
I finally was able to free myself from her powerful embrace and jumped off the giant bed and onto the long floorway. Amanda pretended as if she wasn't paying attention to us but I could tell she was feeling hurt and left out. I had an impossible time getting up on Mandy's bed. It was simply to high for me to get up on now. Finally, after fruitless attempts, Amanda reached down with her giant long arms and lifted my 25" body as if I were her Barbie doll. "Good Morning Sweetie, you o.k.?" Good, she seemed to be in a reasonably friendly state of mind. I was beginning to fear her when she got into mean- spirited moods. I wanted to sound pleasant and sincere back to her but I'm sure I sounded like a mouse squeaking to her enormous ears. My voice made her laugh mildly. "Hi little one, I'm unable to hear you anymore! We are going to need to get you that megaphone or we won't be able to communicate with you anymore!" Her voice was deafening. I had heard what she said but it was as if she were speaking out of a humungous amplified speaker at a rock concert. I felt as if my ears were going to explode from the tremendous volume. I doubled over in pain.” Please stop Amanda," I was crying, "your voice hurts me so much!" Mandy acted quickly, jumping off her bed in a motion that felt like a tidal wave to me. She carried me like a baby holding me with both my arms around her feminine neck. She ran to the bathroom so fast that I felt like she was a speeding jet plane as I held onto her neck for dear life. Into my ears Mandy placed little cotton balls to help muffle the sounds. "Is that any better Honey," she soothingly said to me. It was still kind of loud but much better and better than it had been in days. "Thanks, Sis. I can't tell you how painful that was for me." She smiled still not understanding my words completely; "Every day brings a new set of problems for us to deal with. My poor tiny brother! It sure is a good thing that that Melissa has been so kind and helpful to you, otherwise where would you be?" I could tell she was feeling left out and she might get emotional at any moment. I really wanted to comfort her and soothe the hard feelings but I knew it would de tough to break through.
Because Mandy still was having trouble understanding me, she got an empty roll of toilet paper as a makeshift voice enhancer. This worked very poorly and was only a temporary solution. "Mandy, I want you to know that I am so sorry for leaving you out. I realize that Missy and I have been spending a lot of time together but I have been getting the feeling that you prefer it that way anyhow." She was now close to tears, but tried to hold them back without success by using harsh words- "What do I want with a pet for a brother. You guys have always been close and that's fine with me. I should have known when she got home, she would take a special interest in you and that you would lean on her more than me. The two of us have been rivals our whole lives so it would be foolish of me to think that you would want to seek comfort in my arms. I don't expect you like me very much anyway and as I get bigger, you probably just prefer to avoid contact with me altogether." She was trying to hide her feelings but she had always been bad at controlling her emotions and her pain came out in the form of tears. I hated to see a girl in this much pain and the tears were the last straw. I went over to her huge overpowering 5 foot 7 inch body and held her as tight as I could. I'm sure it felt like a weak embrace to her but I summoned up all my strength to hug her with a little force. "You know that you are my sister too and I want us to be able to be there for each other." I was going to try to make things right. "Please forgive my thoughtlessness. I've only been thinking about how this thing is affecting me. I promise to do better from now on." She smiled through the tears as I brushed her beautiful long dark hair gently. The hair now seemed to go on forever to me but it smelled amazingly sweet. "Eric, I would really like that. I thought you and I had started to get really close for the first time in our lives but then all of a sudden, the whole nasty rivalry thing was back again." I agreed. "I miss you too Sis. I was just getting the feeling that you were planning to get me good as soon as I became too little to be of any resistance to you." Her smile changed instantly, becoming more menacing, "I want us to be close Eric but honestly you have to realize that the more you shrink, the more your sister and I are going to be in control of you. This is just the way it is going to have to be! You know, when you are able to fit in my pocket, you will need to start behaving accordingly. It just makes sense. Besides, we have no choice and I for one think it will be kind of fun to have you in the palm of my hand." She was imagining my future with far too much pleasure, "Just think of how cool it will be for you! Missy and I will be able to put you in so many incredible places. No brother ever will have had it so good! Maybe we can even let some of our girlfriends in on our little secret. I know you wouldn't mind seeing Alexandra again, right. This could be kinda cool if you approach it that way!" I didn't know how to respond to all of this madness so I decided to be agreeable and to just be pleased that she and I were getting along again. By this point, Melissa had woken up and the girls needed to get moving to prepare for a busy day at high school.

Day17

I had a run in with the cat, Cassiopea today. It wasn't pleasant. We have been coexisting for the last couple of weeks but today was the day of reckoning. At my current height, I am only 5 or 6" taller than her and she is now far bigger and heavier than me. She really is a sweet little kitty and when Missy and Amanda hold her on their laps, Cassie is as gentle and harmless as can be. I had always loved this cat until recently. From the moment I started shrinking, the pet turned on me as if I were a completely different person. In fact, I swear she thinks that I'm her competition as if I were another house pet! She sees me as taking the attention and affections of the Big people, Mandy and Missy, away from her. She senses that they would rather cuddle with their little doll- sized brother than with her, a non-human pet. Whatever her motivations, I am already no match to fight such a powerful creature her size. To the rest of the world, Cassiopeia is a little pussycat; to me she is a fierce dangerous monster that considers me her enemy. Today I ran into her and realized I had better try to run away. I couldn't escape from her monstrous claws and her sharp cat teeth. I was helpless to defend myself because of her enormous size in relation to my tiny little legs. Cassie scratched me something fierce and Melissa discovered me bleeding badly on the floor. She lifted me up and started cuddling my defeated body against her huge breasts. Missy patched me up and when I was feeling a little better, I told her that I had to talk with both her and Amanda about the cat.
"We need to get rid of her. She terrifies me and the thought of her in a few days from now makes me want to hide like a mouse. Cassie has to go, or I will be in danger for my life!" I tried to explain what the cat looked like to me from my 22" perspective. But I knew the girls weren't getting it. From where they stood the cat was still a little bitty pet who couldn't be a real threat to a person! Amanda looked down on me from her huge chair. She was now like 18 feet tall to me and was wearing a pretty pink mini skirt that looked like a huge umbrella in the sky to me. I was completely dwarfed in her presence. "Eric," Amanda spoke to me like I was her baby brother or even worse like I was her doll, "she is our pet and this whole thing isn't her fault! She didn't mean to do that to you, she just doesn't understand that you are still her Master. It's not her fault that you are becoming the size of a mouse and she shouldn't lose her family just because you can't handle the silly fear of a helpless kitty."
I found that arguing from this position was impossible for me to address my sisters effectively so I asked Mandy to set me on top of her skirt to have a better perspective than looking up to them from below their knees. Amanda was glad to oblige, she enjoyed nothing more than having me helpless on her lap. I knew instantly as I sat looking at her cleavage that I had made a terrible mistake and that my ability to carry on a discussion with the girls had just gotten worse. Fighting my case from my sister's skirt did not allow me to make a convincing argument to either of the giant girls. They looked at each other in amusement as I tried to sound authoritative and yet at the same time was attempting to plead with them for some understanding of my awful predicament. After a short bought of giggling by the girls, (this was getting to be more and more common but at least this time it only lasted a minute) Amanda put her foot down to make it clear that I was not going to win this one- "NO! This is ludicrous. It is almost like one family pet is trying to oust the other one." She again laughed at her silly assessment of the situation. Melissa took me from Amanda's skirt and held me against her. Melissa now looked over 15 feet tall from my perspective. "I'm so sorry Eric. I know Cassie frightens you but I don't want her to go anymore than Amanda does. I promise we will keep her locked up downstairs from now on. We will be much more careful to protect you very closely because at your tiny size everything will to be a threat to you as you shrink further." She patted me on the head as she continued her refusal of my request, "This will not happen to you again. We are going to take better care of our helpless little brother from now on," Missy promised.
I wanted to argue the point further but my giant sisters stood up completely out of my reach. The decision had been made and I was going to have to live with it. As the girls walked away from me, I realized my days of having a voice in the house were over. My protectors had taken over the decision making for my entire life. It would only get worse for me as I started to rely on them for everything in the near future. I knew I would have to accept whatever choices they made no matter how it made me feel in the process. Not only had the shrinking left me tiny in size, but these little sisters of mine stripped away all of my remaining dignity by totally ignoring all of my wishes. I was already completely under there control and I was noticing they each treated me with less and less respect as I shrunk smaller and smaller.

A little good new today: communication should not be a problem any more. Melissa got me a battery-operated megaphone which allows my sisters to hear my voice clearer. Of course, they view what I have to say as comical or insignificant most of the time now anyway. In fact, they both insist on talking to me by having me sit on their skirts or shorts so that they can better converse with me. I suppose I have no one to blame for this turn of events but myself. I'm not sure what's worse, talking to my sisters from the floor not even knee high to them or being held by them on their laps, sitting uncomfortably looking at their giant feminine bodies from their shorts or skirts.
I know that Amanda loves the power of holding me on her lap like I am her ken doll. Missy, I suppose just gets tired of having to look so far down and having to bend down on her knees just to be close to me. Of course, she does seem to enjoy patting me on the head all the time now and I think that even though it drives me crazy to be handled that way, I probably am wise to just live with it for the time being. It could be worse I guess. There is getting to be a lot of room on their laps for me and they are both very clean attractive young women. They also have extremely beautiful long legs that I get to look down on- (of course they are my sisters but they are nevertheless quite becoming.)
Amanda has perfected a wax that I use to protect my ears. At least now I am able to listen to the girls talk and tell me what I should do without having the added incredible pain in my ears. With the help of my teen sisters who protect and love me, I hope that I will be able to survive whatever comes my way

Day18 (1'7") [19"]
Our doorbell rang early this morning sending us all a little crazy. Who could be at our door? We were all having breakfast when Mandy's friend Amy appeared at our front door. "What are you doing here?" Amanda asked her lovely 5'7" longhaired Blonde friend. "I came to walk to school with you just like we used to do. You have been so distracted this year. Do you mind if I come in to talk." The pretty blue eyed 17 year old motioned like she was going to try to enter the house. I stood ready to hide in case she got in. I was watching the situation develop from the kitchen as Amanda tried to send her on her way. "Actually Ames, it really isn't a great time to talk, we are having a family crisis here and I think it will be best if I see you at school." Amy didn't want to give up, "Does this have anything to do with your hunk of a brother Eric? I think he so tall and adorable, Mandy!" I had no idea that beautiful Amy had a thing for me. I got really excited as I looked at my sister's beautiful friend through the screen door. Of course at her size she looked enormous but her legs looked fantastic coming out of her pink miniskirt. Her eyes sparkled with a friendly smile and her long hair was the most incredible colour and flowed everywhere as if she were a goddess. Melissa noticed my interest in Amy instantly. "Little brother, think about it," she stood up next to me towering like a tree to make her point lucid, "you are barely a quarter the size of that girl!" I had momentarily let my hormones get the best of me but Missy brought me back to reality in a hurry.
Of course Amy would look at me the same way as my sisters did, as a doll or a pet. Yet I must admit, the idea of seeing such a pretty young woman, no matter how tall she would appear to me, seemed awfully appealing for an instant. I loved my sisters dearly and they were treating me well considering but they were after all kid sisters. Amanda was able to convince her incredibly attractive friend to take off without her. I despite the absurdity of the fantasy, desperately desired another chance to see pretty Amy again. Who knows, maybe the girl would try to return again another day?

Later in the afternoon, I was counting the minutes until the girls arrived home. My days had become so tedious that I couldn't wait to greet Melissa and Amanda to welcome them back home and find out all the details of their exciting day in the big people world. When Missy finally got inside, I was so happy to see her that I jumped on top of her in my exuberance. She smiled, looking so cute in her little girl pigtails. "Eric, I'm glad to see my little fella too but I am a mess from working out and now you are going to need a shower too!" In my excitement, I had hugged Melissa's sweet legs not realizing that she was still drenched in sweat and mud from her exhausting soccer practice. Now, I too smelled of her foul sticky aroma. I had greeted her so enthusiastically, that I was more in need of a good cleaning than my tired little sister was.

Missy started to take off her gym shorts and t-shirt and then caught herself realizing that I probably would still be uncomfortable with her disrobing in front of me. I think she had come to a point where she was more than happy to have us change in front of each other and frankly it even seemed like it was for the best to me now too. Mandy never worried about that sort of thing in my presence so I guess it was time to give up another dignity. "I'm sorry Eric, sometimes I just forget you would rather me be more private about these things." It was an easy mistake for her to make, I suppose. I wasn't even knee high to her anymore. She was practically in her panties anyhow as she was preparing to take a relaxing cleansing shower that would bring her back to her little girl freshness that she almost always displayed. I decided to let her off the hook and agree that it was for the best to give up the charade of etiquette that I continued to try to cling to for the sake of my dignity. It was a lost cause and it was time to accept the inevitable. She was pleased by this but not at all surprised. I think she and Mandy had discussed it and that I wouldn't have had a choice in the matter much longer anyways.
What came next from my little sister however, almost knocked me over with shock and disappointment. Missy, maybe taking advantage of my deflated acceptance of the situation, made an outlandish proposal. "You know, we are brother and sister and it wouldn’t really be inappropriate for us to get cleaned up in the same shower. That way you wouldn't have to wait for me to get finished." I could not believe her suggestion. Yes, she was my sibling, albeit only a step- sister and we could now fit comfortably in the shower together without interfering with each other, but this was too much. We still needed some privacy from each other and I couldn't believe that she could see otherwise! Missy had made the proposal without emotion and so matter of factly, that I realized she must have stopped thinking of me as a real person, certainly at least not as her college aged manly big brother. She was seeing me now in a different way. I belonged to her own personal space now, almost like I had become her clothing or another private special belonging. It made me feel weird like I was no longer my own man but my sisters special pet. I didn't know how to respond and yet I didn't want Missy to feel awkward about her suggestion so I simply told her that I appreciated her offer but that I preferred to wait to take my own shower. She shrugged those adorable teen- aged shoulders of hers and said nonchalantly, "fine with me, Eric. Either way is o.k. I just didn't want to make you wait. Suit yourself." In less than 10 minutes she came out of the shower clean as can be, looking and smelling like my fresh kid sister again. She came out without a towel, completely naked.

I again went to sleep in Melissa's arms at her request; actually it was more of her insistence. I didn't resist but I wondered if she would ever let me object anymore. She was becoming very possessive of me and although I had spent one night with Amanda as her night time companion/doll, it was clear that Missy felt that my place was with her at bedtime. Our relationship was completely platonic of course. I was nothing more than a safe warm companion for her to cuddle close to in her bed. Missy of course knew how to caress me gently like I was her loving saint bernard, only much much tinier. She always held me very tight as if she never wanted to let me go. Both my sisters were however becoming too big for me to continue in this manner much longer. For the time being, I would be content to rest peacefully in her loving arms.

Day19

I woke up trapped between little Melissa's legs. She had somehow shifted in the course of the night and I wound up trapped beneath her like one of those contour leg pillows you see advertised on TV infomercials. I couldn't move under the enormous strength of my kid sister's body and I was struggling to breath as well. Melissa had worn light blue shorts to bed and the full power of her entire body now rested on my teeny 16" frame. I couldn't do anything but hope she wouldn't crush me between her sweet legs. I had some to imagine the pain that Missy might experience if she were to find me crushed by accident under her care. I couldn't let her hate herself for something that she had no control over. It was because of my puny height that I was in this predicament not my sweet kid sister's negligence. I knew that I had to survive this for her sake anyway. Of course, I also considered the upcoming week and the possibility that I would shrink away to nothing. Maybe I would stop shrinking at a doll-sized height but either way, it was not going to be pretty for me. I realized that inadvertent death under my sister's legs might not be the worst way to go- I knew far greater terrors awaited me in the future if I continued my downward spiral. I weighed the options of Missy's guilt vs the humiliation, terror and pain I had to look forward to in my new life as a doll. I looked up at her and laughed to myself. Not in a million years could a guy imagine being trapped in this scenario: being trapped and crushed by the tanned little legs of a 14-year-old girl!
In spit of my position, I was still aware of how great Missy smelled and how beautiful and innocent she looked lying asleep above me. As incredible as she looked from my perspective, it was then that I realized that even though we weren't related by blood, Missy was just too young for me to view as anything other than a little girl. Besides, I had thought of her as a sister my whole life. Both this and her age made me realize that this pretty girl who kept becoming more and more appealing to me was still a kid and nothing would be able to develop between the two of us even though I felt she might have welcomed the opportunity. Melissa and I were as close as 2 people could be but not in that way, at least not while she was still a child.

As I pondered all of these matters, I didn't notice Mandy come up from behind me with a devilish look on her pretty teen face. "She's got you where she wants you now tiny brother." When I realized Mandy was there, I begged her to rescue me from this predicament. She saw I was in pain and gently lifted one of Missy's legs up in the air and easily pulled me out without so much as disturbing my sweet sister's sleep. "You get into such unusual messes little fella. I suppose there will be plenty more awkward situations for you in the days ahead!" I thanked her for saving me and as it was still just 3am, Amanda insisted that I spend the rest of the night sleeping on her bed. I was exhausted from the ordeal but before I drifted off to sleep (this time on top of Amanda's covers with her lying underneath) I heard her saying to me, "Missy and I are going to need to discuss your future sleeping arrangements. This is getting too danger..." I didn't hear any more of my sister's plans for me. Sleep had provided me with an escape from this Giantess world for a few hours anyway....

When I awoke, I heard Amanda and Melissa discussing the night's events and what they were going to do about bedding for me in the night ahead. They saw I was awake but continued what they were doing - dressing for the day ahead and talking about me and what they planned to do with me. I tried to participate, after all the conversation was about my living conditions. They each in turn came over to me, rubbed my head and played with my hair then smiled down on me. They often ignored my wishes nowadays maybe because my voice had become so miniscule (even with my megaphone) or perhaps because my participation was unnecessary to them for their conversation. Mandy and Melissa finished dressing and discussing options as if I weren't there. Not only was I beginning to feel really small but also the girls dismissing of my wishes made me feel insignificant and worthless. I suppose from their perspective, I had to accept my position as their doll that would need to bow to their commands.
Before the girls headed off to school, I learned that Amanda was going to search for a new bed for me, something along the line of a baby cradle. Melissa was so sorry for hurting me but even more sorry that her little brother would no longer be able to stay with her on her bed to sleep. Amanda intervened, "Look on the bright side Sis, you will be able to rock Eric to sleep like he was your very own baby!"
Melissa found this funny enough that she played along, "If he cries during the night, can I take him out and rock him back to sleep on my lap?" Mandy answered "Or maybe he'll need you to burp him on your giant teenage shoulder or maybe change his dirty diapers!" This of course started a long giggling session for my sisters. They were having a ball until Missy looked at me and realized from my face that I was not amused. She tried to apologize for the thoughtlessness of her joke. "I apologize Eric. I sometimes forget myself." She came over to me wanting to hold me but I didn't want to forgive her for making fun of my humiliation.
Mandy had watched the whole scene transpire. "Don't be sorry Missy! He's trying to make you feel guilty. He is going to have to accept being the brunt of some of our 'tiny man' jokes. It's not like he never made fun of our little difficulties when he was the big man, right Eric?" As Mandy said this she stood right next to me staring me down then took her giant hand and knocked me to the ground with no effort. "He couldn't stop us if he wanted to anyway," she held me down with her feminine fingers just to illustrate my helplessness. "Besides, Eric knows that turnabout is fair play and now at his size, we get to enjoy the belittling edge on our doll-sized brother!" She lifted me up and held me next to her like I was a rag doll. "It's not like you have any say in the house anymore, I mean you couldn't make me do anything if I didn't want to." I felt like I was an action figure in her hand as she berated me some more, "You are so going to need to be more thick skinned little man. Soon you will be living in a dollhouse and Missy and I will be your owners. You know what that will mean right? You are going to have to lose that attitude or you will be facing severe punishments at the hands of us little girls!" I was terrified by this turn of events. Amanda's strength over me was all too obvious and I was at her mercy. She could see my fear and enjoyed it so she decided to capitalize on it. "If you are afraid now, just wait a couple more days when your little sisters can hold you in the palm of our hands! Maybe then you'll decide to show us the respect and obedience we deserve."
She dropped me on the floor and of course the 4 feet of height between her size and mine looked like a mile from where I stood. I was now so small that when I tried to look up at her, I looked completely up her skirt at her panties. She was looking down on me still angry at my failure to show the respect and appreciation that their sizes demanded from me. "Nice view you've got their little bug?" She decided to bend down on her knees, which put her skirt completely over my whole body. This made her laugh, which I think at this point was a good thing. "Now get out of my skirt and go apologize to Melissa immediately before I decide that you need a punishment today."
Melissa was upset at the way Amanda was abusing me as a result of her own mean spirited taunts. "Enough Mandy! You're scaring him. He's our brother and needs our love and support not our torture as if he were a disobedient pet." Mandy didn't hear her words, she was relentless. "Now puny shrimp. Or you will be sorry." She held up her hand as if she planned to slap me with tremendous force. To Missy she explained, "Eric needs to be taught a lesson and unless he begs for your forgiveness for making you so unhappy over a little good natured fun, I am going to provide him with a good reason to be miserable." I didn't wait for any more incentive. I ran to my sister Missy and jumped up on her leg and apologized obsequiously for offending her by my insubordinate behaviour. I held her leg as tight as I could and promised I would do better in the future. She told me I needn't apologize and that I should let go of her leg however as I looked up at her, I got the feeling that she liked the feeling of having a man begging her from such a demeaning position. Maybe I was just seeing things because I had been through so much. I did as she instructed but I continued to grovel under her enormous figure. Amanda smiled at Melissa, "I think Eric has learned his lesson and it was my pleasure to administer the teaching." To me she just said, "Now that's a good boy, as long as you keep obeying, you will have nothing to fear from me!" Amanda couldn't have been more wrong. I was completely terrified of my sister's future plans for me.

Day20

When I awoke in my new bed, a baby's cradle, I looked around at the Giant room. Mandy had gone out early. Melissa was just starting to stir and when she saw that I was awake, she came over to take me out of my confinement. As she lifted her foot tall brother, she apologized for the unfortunate events of the day before. "I'm so sorry for that whole awful incident. Mandy should never have treated you like that no matter how good an excuse she has." I had no idea what Missy was referring to. "She's having a really bad time with her feminine problems this month and it is making her quite difficult. I'm afraid being only a foot tall made you the perfect target for her rampage." This was outrageous! I couldn't believe what Melissa was telling me. My 16-year-old sister had treated me the way a cat toys with its mouse all over her period. This was too much for me to take. I thought back to the old days when I used to tell Amanda that she needed to get over it, that it wasn't such a big deal and that she needed to accept it as part of the package of being a girl. I had never shown either of my sisters an ounce of sympathy over their pains of womanhood and the monthly discomforts. Amanda used to whine that she was unable to play ball or that I needed to take it kind of easy on her some days. Now I suppose I was paying the price for not being more understanding of her complaints when I had had the chance. Nevertheless, I couldn't help how I felt. My feelings were that she used the whole 'period' thing as a crutch that she could use over all the guys in her life. Each month, this normal female ailment came in as a handy excuse for Amanda to rely upon.
When I started ranting to Missy about my fury over Mandy's use of the ridiculous period pretence, she surprisingly let me have it. "Now just a minute right there squirt," My huge kid sister retaliated. "You have no idea how bad it can be for us women. It's worse than anything you guys ever have to endure and we get it every 4 weeks. Maybe if you were to show a little compassion, you wouldn't need to fear Amanda's wrath. Besides, what difference does it make why she is tormenting you? What matters is that at 13" tall, you are at her mercy. Not only is she able to punish you for what she perceives as insubordination, but she has the power and inclination to carry out whatever whim or fancy she chooses to humiliate you." My giant sister was standing directly above me with an annoyed looked on her face as she must have thought I was dismissing her suggestion. I felt like a fly must feel looking up at a giant spider getting ready to pounce on its dinner. But this was my sweet kid sister who loved me like a father. Missy picked me up rather harshly to make her point dangling me like a puppet in her giant hands. "You are only 13" tall buster and getting smaller every day. You need to act a little more sensitive to our needs now. It doesn't matter who is right or wrong at this point. By Tuesday, you will be small enough to fit inside my blouse pocket and for all intents and purposes, you will be a doll to your sisters. I know it sounds harsh but it's the facts and you have to learn to accept it and act accordingly!" I wanted to escape from Melissa but I had no chance in her powerful angry control. I was completely helpless and totally confused at Missy's unusual and despicable treatment of me. Why was she turning on me too? I struggled uncomfortably in her grasp. "Stop squirming so much, you tiny insect! I'm doing this for your own good, to help you learn a necessary survival lesson." She proceeded to hold me tighter which really hurt my miniscule body. "I can't protect you from Mandy if you won't use your head." For the first time in my life, I was terrified by little Melissa as I feared she had forgotten my frailty and the precariousness of my situation. "I love you very much big brother but it's time you faced the facts, men your size need to tell women exactly what they want to hear. Otherwise, you could end up squashed or tortured." I was both mortified and intimidated that I started to shake in uncontrollable fear. I did understand the message of my kid sister's attack but the method left me petrified for a long time. As my lesson finally was over, Missy placed me on the floor and said, "I'm sorry Eric but you need to hear this and see just how helpless you are becoming. Any woman who gets a hold of you at your size will expect and demand you to show them total respect and complete obedience. If you fail to cower to them, even the smallest of little girls will be able to punish you severely and subject you to a lot more shame and embarrassment than a man should ever know." Missy continued her admonition, "I'm your friend and sister Eric but who knows, some days even I can get moody or annoyed and then even your favourite girl might mistreat you by accident. You have got to prepare for the worst by being smart and using your head. This is the only way you are going to be able to survive in the world of giants that you face." I hated being taught by this 14-year-old girl. Even worse was the brutal force that she used to demonstrate her case. I did however realize that she was right. I needed to get over my feelings and had to accept that I could no longer look at things from my old perspective as a 6-foot tall guy. Women would look at me as a doll and I had to live with the fact that the world above me was changing. No one cared that I was once a big person with big people ideas about the world. I was going to have to learn to be contrite and to accept that I was now low man on the totem pole.

I didn't see Amanda the rest of the day. I suppose she needed to get through the worst of her "troubles." Late at night after Missy had laid me to rest in my cradle, Amanda picked me up gently and placed me on her lap like a baby doll. She caressed me and spoke very soothingly, "I am so ashamed of my behaviour Eric. I never meant to terrorize you like that. It was just plain mean and outright cruel to do that to a 13" tall man." I smiled up at her and said thanks and that I knew she was having a rough time and that I forgave her for the whole incident. She appreciated it when I accepted some of the blame for the event but promised not to take advantage of me like that in the future. Mandy held me in her arms for a long time before putting me back in my cradle. She tucked me in as she gently whispered, "Sleep tight my little one, you may have a very difficult few days ahead of you."

Day21

One of the worst things about being this size was being trapped in a baby's bed, completely helpless until one of my sisters removed me from my captivity. One of the girls would normally get up and let me out immediately. Today, both of teens decided to take care of their needs first before seeing to my condition. I had to watch as each of them got up, used the toilet, showered, took care of all their morning functions- (brushing their teeth, applying their makeup, brushing and fixing their lovely hair just right and of course, lastly dressing for the day ahead). Amanda and Melissa had also picked up a new habit of wearing jewellery, not a great deal of it but just enough to make them sparkle! They each took to wearing bracelets and necklaces. Amanda loved to wear earrings and Missy often wore anklets. I was able to watch as the girls went about their business, not even looking in my direction for nearly an hour as they prepared themselves for another busy day as fashionable young teenage misses. It must have been tough for them to always maintain that cute look that drove the boys at their school wild, I have no doubt. I am sure Mandy had finally discovered the world of boys because was definitely dressing to impress now. Missy had a way of finding the perfect little ensemble for a petite freshman girl to come off glowing. At first, I found their routine rather amusing, all the little details a pair of teenage girls go through, the primping and fussing that would only get worse with age. Then after awhile, I grew less enthralled as they frantically went on and on and on without ever considering my needs. I got so tired of their running about, I almost wished that I were small enough to fit in the dollhouse so that I didn't have to be a witness to all this craziness. I was only a day or so from seeing this come to pass.
Finally, Melissa dressed in a red skirt and a light peach flowery tank top came over to get me. "You are going to need to hurry. Amanda and I are running late so you just have 15 minutes to take care of all your business." She smiled an incredibly infectious smile down on my little body "Big brother, you are getting so teeny!" I was annoyed that they had taken so long and now I had to rush to get them to school on time! "Missy, listen, I have a lot to do and you girls took forever this morning." Melissa looked both annoyed at my bad temper yet amused at the same time as I struggled to look manly in her giant hand. "Eric, sometimes you are going to have to accept the fact that the big people come first. Doll size brothers who spend the day in a bedroom, don’t need as much time to get ready in the morning. Besides, what are you going to do about it anyway shrimp? We run the show here." I knew from Missy's gentle tone and the way she was patting my head that she was not angry but her condescending attitude was unbearable. I struggled foolishly to get loose. "Stop it Eric. I don’t have time for your games. We need to get moving!" Her grip grew tight around me to stop my resistance. It did not hurt me but it stopped me from squirming. "That's good little one, sometimes a kid sister needs to show who's boss. You know I hate to pull rank on you but sometimes you forget what we have to do for you!" Amanda chimed in, "Tell him Missy. You are far too kind to him. If I were taking care of him today, he wouldn't be getting away with such disobedience! Don't forget Eric, it's like we own you now and you need to follow our instructions!"
The girls now traded turns measuring me and seeing to my daily needs. Missy was in charge today. "Down to 10 inches Eric!" She was able to use a ruler now to measure my entire height. Then she placed me on the floor next to her. I now came up a couple of inches above her ankle just to the point where she wore her silver charm anklet. When I had been 6 feet tall, I had always found girls wearing anklets to be particularly adorable. Jewellery around a girl’s leg always brought attention to what I considered to be the most sensuous part of the feminine design. Now, my kid sister wore an anklet, which filled my entire field of vision.
Her knees looked to be 4 feet above me from my diminutive position and her red skirt towered what seemed 10 feet in the air to me. 'Little' Melissa was now an incredible all-powerful 36-foot goddess to me and we both knew that I was completely under her control. Missy was amazed by my littleness and also a bit excited by her enormous power over me. "Big brother, if you want to, grab on tight to my anklet and you can go for a ride on my leg." She began to giggle at the craziness of the whole situation. I however was not enjoying the picture. "Mand, quick, I know you are in a hurry but you need to see where Eric comes up to on me!" Amanda bent down on her knees (she was wearing a pretty black skirt with a maroonish blouse) so that I was close to eye level with her long skirt. "He comes up to your anklet Missy! How adorable! If you are careful with the little doll, Eric can go for a giant kid sister ride." The girls giggled hysterically, now apparently unconcerned about their growing lateness. "You know, I must look over 40 feet tall to him now. That must be mind boggling to have little sisters 7 times your size!"
The girls noticed that I was holding my head in pain. Their voices again had become too loud for my ears to take. I understood most of what they said but it was incredibly painful.

The Girls noticed that I was holding my head in pain. Their voices had become too loud for my little ears to take. I understood most of what they said but it was incredibly painful to me. Mandy lifted me to her face and kissed my whole body. " After school, you need to help him with his little hearing problem. We can't allow our little brother to be in agony every time we speak to him! Hopefully, this solution will allow him to listen to normal sized people voices." Missy agreed. "Give him to me. I'll take him to the bathroom, clean him in the sink, and leave him on your bed for the day. Then I will see you downstairs in about 10 minutes." Mandy hugged me against her now enormous breasts. She couldn't resist rubbing it in one more time, "You are just so little and cute! Imagine my brother, almost the size of my breasts! See you after school squirt. And Meliss, Eric's clothes for the day are in the dollhouse. He can fit perfectly into Ken's accessories now." Then with a mischievous smile to me "or Barbie's if you like!" I wasn't at all amused about wearing doll clothes or being treated like a doll by my sisters. Amanda apologized. "I'm only joking Eric. Jezz, you know you are going to need to be able to take some good natured ribbing. You are going to be the butt of a few little man jokes and there is nothing you can do to stop it! See you in a few Miss!"
My sister bounced out of the room and down the stairs. Amanda appeared to be back to normal and full of the energy of a 16 year old girl again. Her exuberance and energy had the room vibrating. It made me feel more than a little bit dizzy. I think Mandy had been energized by the feeling of power that came from holding her brother in the palm of her hand. Tomorrow would be her turn to take care of me. Melissa carried me to the bathroom to prepare me for my long day of waiting which lay ahead.

When Melissa arrived home, I couldn't wait to get down from the bed. Missy came in the room and without saying a word to me, went right to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged and started changing into her blue miniskirt, yellow blouse and navy tights. She looked adorable even from my perspective. "Eric, I have my friend Samantha coming over in a few minutes. You are going to need to hide under the bed while she is here." I tried to argue with my sister that she was supposed to help fix my hearing problem and that I had been waiting all day to see her. Furthermore, she knew better than bringing over friends to the house! "How sweet! You must have missed me and you want to hear about my day at high school. Well, you and I can talk after Sam leaves and I will fix up your ears then."
Missy also let me know that since I would be moving into the dollhouse in the next day or so, she and Amanda had decided that it would be alright for them to start living a fairly normal life again. They would be super

When Melissa arrived home, I couldn't wait to get down from the bed. She came in the room and without saying anything; she went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Missy emerged and started to change into a blue mini-skirt, yellow blouse and dark blue tights. She looked adorable even from my perspective. "Eric, I invited my friend Samantha over and she will be here in a few minutes. You are going to have to hide under the bed while she is here. If you were only a few inches smaller you could fit perfectly in the dollhouse and Sam and I could play without you having to hide quietly!" I hated the idea of hiding from a teenage girl. I tried to argue that she was supposed to fix my hearing problem and that I had been waiting to see her all day. Besides, she knew better than bringing girlfriends over to the house. If I were discovered, it might mean the end of our family and I hated the idea of being treated like a doll by other young women. Missy found my protestation adorable. "How sweet! You missed me and want to hear all about my day at high school. Not to worry little one, I will tell you all about my adventures as soon as Sam leaves. I will be glad to fix up your ears then!" She rubbed me gently but in a humiliating all powerful way. She was enjoying her new found control over me.

Missy also let me know that since I would be moving into the dollhouse in the next day or so, She and Amanda had come to the decision that it would be o.k. for them to start living a fairly normal life. She promised they would be super careful to keep me safe and protected but that they both wanted to be able to bring home friends again, not always being afraid that I would be discovered. In the dollhouse, I would be hidden away and the girls could go about their important teen business. Melissa told me all this as she lifted me from the bed and cuddled me in her arms briefly before allowing me to take care of my needs. I really was concerned with the prospect of having giant young women in the house that would have me at their mercy if I were discovered. Any one of Melissa or Amanda's teen friends could unintentionally squash me like a bug or even worse discover I had once been a normal sized college guy and decide to play out their feminine adolescent fantasies on me! I wanted to try to explain my fears to Missy but she was in a rush and probably would have dismissed me anyway. She took me in the bathroom to pee and then handed me some giant cookie crumbs from her pocket for me to snack on. Finally she gently placed me under the bed, on an old pillow in preparation for Samantha's visit. "Now please don’t say a word while she's here! Mandy and I are not ready to explain you to friends yet. I'll see you after Sam leaves sweetie." Now just what the hell did she mean by that, I wondered.

The visit lasted only an hour but it seemed like forever from under the bed. Along with my pillow to lie on, Missy had provided me with a soft pair of Mandy's panties to keep over me as a blanket. It was embarrassing to cover myself in my sister's lingerie but they were very soft and comfortably warm. Besides, no one could see me under there like that. The noisy rambunctious freshman girl games drove me absolutely crazy. They talked about boys and how much they would like to cuddle up in the arms of some junior hunk named Kevin. I thought I might puke! To make matters worse, Samantha, a pretty redhead if my memory served me right wore a very stung perfume, which disagreed with my tiny nose and almost caused me to sneeze. From my vantage point under the bed, all I could see of the giant girl were her sandled feet and her towering beautiful legs that appeared to go up forever. I couldn't even tell if she was wearing a skirt or shorts. At last, the girls left the room to go get a snack and I was able to come out of hiding. This had been a nightmare of an afternoon and it sort of made me look forward to the next day when both of my sisters had afternoon commitments and I would be able to stay alone and suffer in peace. All I needed was for the girls to start inviting their friends over on a regular basis.

Missy came up a bit later and apologized for making me wait. "I really wanted to see Sam today. She is so great. Don't you agree?" I shrugged my shoulders- I didn’t say so but I thought all girls that age were kind of silly, Giantess or not. Melissa continued, "You'll see Eric, when we move you into the dollhouse and we all get used to the new routines, it's really not going to be so bad for you. I promise, big bro! It's just going to take some getting used to for all of us." I failed to see the major adjustment necessary for her and Mandy but it seemed fruitless to argue the point. I wasn't convinced that I wasn't going to disappear in 4 days- I had been shrinking 3" a day and in just 3 more days at this rate, I would be down to my final inch! The girls and I had debated the point for days ad naseum. They were confident that I was going to stop shrinking at a size of 1 to 3" but I wasn't so sure. And what's even worse, there were moments when I kind of hoped I would shrink away to nothingness. It had to be better than spending the remainder of my life completely at the mercy and whims of my two kid sisters! I realized that the more time I spent living in their dollhouse, the more the girls would start to think of me as a doll and not as a person. Horrifyingly, at a height of only 3" tall or less, I would probably start to think of myself as their pet and be forced to obey any command that they or their friends made of me. I would probably do so at first to avoid punishment, but eventually I would become trained like any obediant pet to follow my mistresses wishes. As crazy as it sounded, it was beginning to seem frightfully possible. Maybe I was only fearing the worst but I had good reason to be pessimistic. I had already shrunk 63" in the past three weeks! Things could still get much much worse and I was preparing for worst case scenario.

Missy was true to her word about the hearing solution. She and Mandy had come up with a plug that almost made the girls sound normal to me. When I wore it, at least I could listen to their voices without suffering any pain. At times, their girlish voices could still sound overly powerful and loud (they were after all Giantesses to me) but at least I could endure the sounds and with my mini megaphone that I always wore around my neck, I was able to communicate with my protectors even though they always asked me to speak louder. In my loudest yells, the girls informed me they heard a tiny squeaky voice that they imagined a mouse would make if it could talk. I don't think they really minded much at all. At my old size, I had often hurt their ears with my manly bellowing and yelling. Now they found my adorable little squeaks just another example of my inferiority to them. It was obvious that having a brother that could fit in the palm of their hand and was totally at their control was beginning to be a pleasurable experience for the little girls. I was one guy who could not say no to any of their requests and I always should them the proper respect that girls their size demanded from a mouse sized man.

Both of my sisters enjoyed the amount of work it took for me to be heard by them. An enormous exertion on my part, still registered as a baby bird's chirp to their giant girl ears. Mandy in particular, got such pleasure out of holding me up to her giant ear, often having me sit on her shoulders or wrapped in her beautiful long hair and asking me "please little fella, a little bit louder small fry. I'm still having trouble hearing you!" I believe that she was just playing with me because she was always smiling, a contented controlling smile that told me she should hear me just fine. Besides, Melissa often told me that Amanda just liked to tease her defenceless brother and that both of them found my squeaky doll voice to be absolutely adorable and perfect for a tiny man of my size.

Day22

"Good morning my little dollie. Soon Missy and I will be moving our new pet to your cosy quarters. I think you will enjoy your new home in our dollhouse!" This is how my powerful giantess sister Amanda awakened me to face the day. Just a few short weeks ago, I had this 5 foot teen totally under my control but now she had turned the tables on me. She effortlessly lifted my tiny body from my confining baby cradle. It was good to be free from the unpleasant sleeping place yet now I was trapped in my sister's mighty embrace, completely helpless to resist her incredible strength. From my position in her giant hand, I was totally incapacitated by her possession of me. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I were owned by another human being. The most embarrassing thing was that my owner was this little girl who had been my younger sister. The look on her face showed a malevolent pleasure at my impotence under her total domination. Mandy pointed to her dollhouse. "It is going to be a whole new experience having a new doll living in our dollhouse. You are going to be the first one to live there that will have to follow our orders. Most of the other dolls didn't understand the power that Missy and I exert over their tiny bodies. You, I am certain understand how weak and puny you are next to us, don't you dollie? It would be horrible if I got angry with such a tiny thing like my old rival. Who knows what pain your little sister might inflict on you at your harmless meagre size." With delight, Mandy placed me on the ground so that she could see how high up her leg I was able to reach.

I felt completely disgraced as I wasn't even able to reach her pretty anklets. Amanda's legs had become like skyscrapers to me. Her peach pink skirt seemed miles above me now. She was watching my expression in great amusement as I assessed our latest height discrepancy. I felt like a mouse next to her and just the enormous size of her feminine body made me feel dizzy as if the world was spinning about. Until you have experienced being 7" tall, you can not imagine the incredible horror of it all. Amanda's voice came down from her Giant teenage face, way above me, "Why don't you steady yourself by grabbing on to my jewellery, little one?" She was finding my predicament intoxicating for some reason. "I can't Mandy. You are too big for me to reach your anklets. They are so high from down here." She gladly volunteered to help her needy brother, "I'll boost you up but you need to do your part." She lifted me up so I could reach, "Grab on to the anklet and then you can use it to gain your balance." She loved having me stare up at her like she was an almighty being and enjoyed the rush of being able to control everything. I yelled up at her, "Amanda, I am still your brother, please don't humiliate me this way." "From where I stand, you really don't look like my brother any more. I see you more as my tiny ken doll and you had better start getting used to behaving like one if you know what's good for you! I think it is time for you to accept the fact that you belong to your sisters now and are going to have to obey whatever we ask of you." I knew she had me at her mercy,
nevertheless, her treatment of me was completely out of hand and was at last too much for me to bear.

I started waving my fists up at her. Then in anger I attacked her legs. It was completely foolish of me because Mandy's smooth beautiful legs were like giant immovable towers to me now. She did not even feel the angriest of my digs into her tough giant skin. I couldn't even put a dent into this little girl no matter how I tried to pinch and hit her! I yelled in my meanest of voices, "I am not a doll and refuse to have you refer to me that way Mandy!" She looked way down at me slightly amused by my attempt to cause her pain yet at the same time annoyed at my disobedience at questioning her absolute control over me. "Wow, you sure look like a doll from up here. I suppose the view from down there is a little bit different." She began to giggle. Then she reached down to her leg where I had became tangled up, caught up as part of my sister's ankle jewellery. She freed me and grabbed me in her hand as if I were a toy soldier. "Get used to being handled this way from now on dollie." She smiled as she had a great idea to herself, "You know what, from now on I think I will refer to you as dollie unless you can think of something better for me to call you." I wasn't liking anything at all about the way she was handling me but I couldn't speak as she moved my tiny body around like I was a leaf caught up in a force of nature.

Finally, Mandy placed me on her gigantic shoulders and her long dark hair surrounded me on all sides. She was wearing a pretty lightweight aqua t-shirt so I got quite the view below me of her increasingly developing breasts. "You know, you are still a little too big for me to wear as jewellery but maybe in the next day or so, I can find a way to attach you to my necklace or my anklet!" Then she excitedly added, "Or even my earrings! That gives me another idea. How would you like to be called Mandy's jewellery or maybe my fashion accessory- the ex- big brother line? How many college guys get the wonderful opportunity to become part of their beautiful 16 year old sister's ensemble?" Mandy was having more fun than she ever had in her life. It was fun to exert such power and the revenge of having me as her victim was sweet to her. She laughed even though she could see the misery I was in.

"Tonight, when I get home from school, I will let you know what you will be calling me from now on. It is very inappropriate for a doll to talk to its owner as an equal so your days of referring to me as Mandy are over little fella."

Before she took off for school, Amanda enjoyed holding me, her new doll in her giant hands, showing me that I was completely in her power. She enjoyed the feeling more and more and seemed to get the most pleasure when she closed her hand completely around me and seeing my terror and utter humiliation at her expense. Oh boy, I could already tell that this was going to be one hellava day for me!

As much as I hated to admit it to myself, my sisters had been growing more and more attractive to me by the day. I had always thought that they were kind of cute little girls (as far as sisters can be cute) but since I had started shrinking, my two giantess sisters had started looking more beautiful in my eyes. I realized how ridiculous this was and how abhorrent the mere thought of it was just a few short weeks earlier. These teen girls were after all my sisters! But somehow, seeing them from my diminutive perspective, although at times both terrifying and humiliating, I was looking at them in an altogether different way and unfortunately, getting a new appreciation of their feminine forms and of the attractive young women that they were becoming. I suppose I no longer thought of them as my sisters but rather as powerful giant women beyond my reach. I knew that they were starting to view me as their doll now but at some level they still saw me as their tiny brother so I could never allow myself to give into my inappropriate sexual response. I knew that I needed to be strong but this does not mean that the sight of their gigantic pretty bodies didn't occasionally test my resolve. I feared that my natural impulse to throw caution to the wind might get the best of me. After all, at my height, it wasn't as if I had any opportunity to become involved with legitimate female companions. Since the babysitter incident, the only contact I had had was with Amanda and Melissa. I knew in my heart that I needed to guard my behaviour very carefully.

When Amanda arrived home, I knew by her actions that she was having a difficult day. She had come into the room in a very bad mood and I feared that she would take it out on me. At my size, I was an easy target for Mandy to take out her aggressing on and Melissa had been scarce all day. Missy had barely spoken to me in the morning (it was Mandy's turn to take care of me) and had kissed me goodbye in a rush. I didn't think she would be back to protect me if Amanda became abusive towards me. I feared that a punishment might be forthcoming and I was terrified that at my size, the torture at my sister's hand would be both painful and humiliating. It was times like these that being only 7" tall and at your sister's mercy really sucked! (Is that a line for the ages or what- htp's note) These times sadly were becoming more and more commonplace for me, as I got smaller and smaller.

"So my dollie, do you have any idea what that jerk Andy did to me today? Oh he makes me so mad!" Amanda was fuming.

Great, I thought she's got boy problems and she's furious about some guy that she has a secret crush on. This was not going to be good for me at all. I tried to sound sweet and sympathetic, "Mandy what happened honey? Tell me what the loser did to you sis." Amanda was enraged at the sound of my miniscule yet male voice.

"You are not to call me that anymore pipsqueak!" She effortlessly lifted me in the air and toward her huge face. "I've decided from now on, you will be calling me Master. I know that Mistress would make more sense grammatically but it sounds inappropriate and besides Master shows more respect and I like the idea of being called your Master! What do you think dollie?"

I hated it, and even though she was dangling my whole 7" action figure body between her giant painted fingers, I refused to agree to such an absurd humiliation. "You can forget that Amanda. Don't hold your breath. It's going to be a cold day before I refer to a silly little sister in that degrading manner." I knew as I looked up at her giant angry 5ft 7inch frame that I was making a huge mistake, but I got lost in the past and could not prevent myself from making the fatal blunder. I would learn, and soon...

Amanda went ballistic on me. "Are you crazy, little man? You're only 7" tall and I hold your miserable puny body between my giant little girl fingers! You are going to have to learn a tough lesson today that you are no longer in a position to argue with your masters. All you men should learn to show respect. Well, at least I can make one man behave with the proper obedience and deference. I warn you that if you call me Mandy again, you will be so sorry, my little brother. This punishment will seem like a picnic to you!" Amanda was ranting and abusing me with her enormous hands at the same time. I felt completely powerless as her giant fingers engulfed me and no matter how hard I tried, using all my strength I could not force them to let go of me. In Mandy's grip, I was under her total control and I was having a hard time breathing. I knew what a gerbil must feel like as the relentless torture continued. I was trapped in my sister's hands as she punished me by using me for a scapegoat for the guy from school who had upset her by his lack of interest in her advances. "I wish you were Andy, then I would show you my total anger for ignoring me and treating me like dirt! I try to look my very prettiest and what do I get from you, NOTHING!" I was in trouble. This girl was pissed and I was going to be her victim and the object of her revenge. I needed to do some damage control and fast or my sister would squash me dead like a mouse that had been caught by a hungry cat.

"Master, I'm sorry." I forced myself to say. (I practically gagged on the words) "I was wrong but please show me mercy and don’t hurt me because of what that fool did to you. Only a complete ass wouldn't respond to such a beautiful young woman like you!" I begged her to be lenient on me because I realized that I had to appeal to her or else pay big time. I grovelled at my sister's feet begging her to be merciful. Then after sufficient bowing, I grabbed onto her leg and started climbing, at the same time pleading for her kindness. "Master, I will do anything you say. Just, please don’t hurt me." Amanda smiled at my complete obedience and the total fear, which she saw in my face. We both knew at this point she could do anything in the world to me and there was no way I could stop her.

"Now that's more like it my doll! But I'm afraid the damage is done. A punishment is necessary and besides, it will feel good for me to take out my aggression on a guy!"

... "Now that's more like it my doll. But the damage has been done. A punishment is necessary and besides, it will feel so good for me to take out my aggression on a helpless guy!" Amanda seemed adamant.

Nevertheless, I begged her, "Please, you'll hurt me. I'm too small to be punished by a all powerful teen like you, Master." She was really enjoying my terror now and seemed to be getting off from my submission to her wishes. We shared a knowing glance that said we both were aware that I was completely helpless and at her mercy.

"Not to worry my pet, I will be lenient with my old big brother and rival! Your punishment will be relatively mild. It will just serve as a warning for you in case you consider being disobedient in the future. I would hate to have to hurt you now my little one when we have so much fun ahead of us. Just wait till you get comfortable in your new life as your sister's faithful dollie!" With that, Mandy reached down to her leg that I was clinging to with all my might. I could not resist her all powerful thumb and forefinger. She removed me like a sock that was holding onto her leg by static. "Aren't you little and weak my pet! I'm sorry but it's time to let go of my pretty leg even though I can tell it must feel so nice for you down there! This punishment is really for your own good and is going to be very tough for me to have to administer on my former domineering bro!" I knew she was being dishonest from her gleeful attitude. I saw a look of pure pleasure cross her face.

"You'll see, Eric, whoops, I mean dollie," she laughed at her slip up, "when you get used to being our doll, obedience will become second nature for you and your punishments will be few and far between. Missy and I will do everything in our power to help you accept you new life as a doll, and this includes punishments." With this superior facade of helping me adjust, my teen sister placed me on the floor and began to administer my first obedience lesson at her hand.

I knew that she could do whatever she wanted to me now so I just prayed that Amanda would be merciful in my punishment. She began by taking off her scrunchy out of her long dark beautiful hair. The scrunchy had held Mandy's hair in place so it wouldn't flow wildly every which way. She had been wearing it all day and as she tied me up in it, I could smell the strong aroma of her fresh teen scent all over the scrunchy. I was completely immobilized by this little girl’s hair band! Amanda couldn't help but laugh at my helplessness. "My goodness dollie, who could have ever imagined that I would one day be able to wrap my big sibling rival up so totally at my mercy in a scrunchy of all things! You may find this punishment kind of humiliating if you are unable to accept your new position in life as a doll. The old Eric could never have imagined the things that a little feeble girl could do to a man your current size, my big brother!" With that, my sister started to undress!

"What the hell are you doing Amanda?" I blurted out forgetting my place. Mandy watched me amused as I tried to get loose from her scrunchy.

"Not a proper attitude, bro. You know I won't allow you to call me that anymore. Oh well, you will learn to show me respect and this punishment will be just the answer for your insubordination!" Amanda had removed her skirt and her t-shirt and stood over me wearing just her stockings, bra, and panties. As menacing as her giant powerful stature looked to me from my diminutive position, I couldn't help but find this blossoming young woman truly gorgeous and I fought my feelings of yearning to be close to her feminine body parts in an inappropriate way. I prayed that she wouldn't realize that I had these impulses for her, but I feared that I might give myself away at any moment! My only hope was that at my tiny size, she would not notice if I lost control. She seemed to be unaware of my raging inner battle and continued to undress in front of her trapped little mouse.

Next came Mandy's socks, which now were slightly bigger than my entire body! I imagined that I could fit inside her pink stockings quite snugly if Amanda chooses to wear me that way. She proceeded to wrap the socks into small piles and placed them on both sides of me. The aroma was pungent, having been touching her sweaty ankles all day long. It was strong but not completely unbearable as they carried my sister's pleasantly feminine scent with them. As my giant sibling removed her bra, I realized where this punishment was heading. I didn't want to watch as Mandy removed her lingerie, revealing her attractive handsome petite breasts. She took her bra and dropped it right on top of me, "look out bellow, my pet!" her cute voice bellowed from above. She adjusted the bra so it surrounded me but still allowed me to watch her for the final part of the punishment.

It really wasn't at all as like my sister was performing a striptease for me, rather she went about her undressing rather nonchalantly, as if she were changing in front of a cat or dog. She was however having a good time with my helplessness but I'm sure she wasn't feeling any perverse sexual motives for the whole experience. At least I don't think that was what Mandy had in mind.
Then she removed her panties, leaving my 16-year-old sister, completely naked and standing over my 7" body. The odour from her bra, socks and scrunchy were nothing compared to what I experienced when she took her underpants and wrapped me up in a pile with them and her other discarded dirty clothes. I was totally humiliated but at the same time, sadly turned on by my sister's punishment.

I heard my sister's voice penetrate my clothing prison saying "Eric, I'm leaving you in that pile of dirty clothes for an hour. I want you to take this time to think about your disobedience of me and that I can do far worse things to a doll sized brother in the days ahead! As long as you always obey Missy and me, you won't need to fear our punishments of you." I thought to myself, "Yehhh right!" Disciplining me was obviously something that she enjoyed and she would probably come up with new and humiliating ways to embarrass me, no matter how much I bowed to her commands.

Amanda went into the bathroom to take a long hot bubble bath and to lament her difficult day and the trials and tribulations of a teenager's unrequited love. She would suffer the little girl's anguish for an evening as she thought about the guy who had provoked her anger. Then she would be over him and on to the next guy. The worst thing was this kid in school probably had it bad for my sister but was too nervous to tell her so. If he ever got up the nerve, she would look at him like three days old tuna fish and he would be shot down before he ever started! Ahhh young love! I had bigger things to worry about.

From the bathroom, I could hear my sister's voice ring out before she started to prepare her bath, "I'll be back to undress you and give you a soapy scrub down. I'm going to need to clean you all up after your messy punishment." Amanda really was starting to see me as her doll! It was hard to for me to rationalize in my head, but at my height, I suppose it made sense. Yet, at the same time it was ludicrous. I was still an adult man who deserved to be treated better! Mandy, in her sweet little girl voice added, "We want our dollie to be nice and clean, after all, it reflects badly on your owners if we keep our little man untidy. I wouldn't want to play with a filthy dollie anyway!" With that, she closed the door to the bathroom, certainly not to protect her privacy but out of old habit. I had plenty of time to sit in my sister's undergarments, thinking about ways to avoid such future punishments. I also imagined that my life in the girl’s dollhouse would not be any easy transition for a former big brother.

Considerably later, I'm not sure how much time went by, I heard the bedroom door open and the sweet voice of my gentle sister Melissa. "Eric, where are you my little one?"

I called to her from my humiliating predicament, "I'm being punished Missy. Amanda had a bad day with some guy from school and she's been taking it out on me. I'm so scared of her. I need your protection. Please save me!" I wanted Melissa to pick me up and hold me. I desperately needed her to comfort me in her warm embrace and to never let go.

Melissa took all the layers of Mandy's clothing off my tiny 7" body. Just as she was removing me from Mandy's scrunchy, Amanda walked in. I, without realizing it started shaking in Missy's hands. She placed me on the floor looking up at her giant red dress. Amanda was now dressed again in violet shorts and a lavender halter-top. Both of my sisters noticed my terror at the sight of Amanda. I held onto the skirt of Missy's red dress for protection from my giant tormentor.

Missy yelled at her older sibling, "What did you do to him? He's terrified of you Amanda." Amanda feeling completely justified said, "He got a fair lesson in obedience, didn't you dollie?" She looked menacingly down on me as if to say, "If you know what's good for you, you will agree." She asked me, "My little bity brother, do you have anything you want to say to big sister?"

I stuttered out, "Uhhh yessss master, iyyymm sooo sorry for beeeing disobedient earlier. I'll be better in the future, I promise!" I held my tiny hands over me to protect me from her wrath should she choose to pick me up again in her giant powerful hands.

Amanda was thrilled with my compliance. She jumped up and down excitedly at her victory. "It worked. He's so scared of me! I'm turning my big brother into my perfect little pet. This is great Missy. Eric will do whatever we tell him to from now on, won't you little man? He knows his sisters own him and that when we tell him to do something, he'd damn well better please us!" Amanda reached down in an attempt to pat me on my head but I ducked under the skirt of Missy's red dress and started to climb her leg as fast as I could. Despite my sticky state, I was able to climb almost all the way up Missy's pretty little leg. I didn't even think about the degrading position I was in.

Melissa started to laugh to my dismay. "Eric honey, you're welcome to hide in there but your tickling me with your climbing! Please try to be careful around my sensitive zones!" I held on tightly to her leg not worrying about her discomfort at having me inside her dress!

From the inside of the skirt, I could hear my sisters finishing their conversation- "Mandy, you went way too far this time. You really don't need to torture him like a pet gerbil. He's still a man, you know and he's embarrassed enough as it is without you making matter worse!"

Amanda disagreed, "Sis, you handle him your way and I'll handle him my way. I think the best approach is to show him that we are his bosses, right away! Think about it Miss, tomorrow, he's going to be living in our dollhouse. He needs to act like an obediant pet from now on or else pay the penalties in the nature of a punishment."

I could tell that Melissa had a different point of view, well, I hoped she did. " At least can you try to be a little bit kinder to him in the future. It must be so horrible for him to be so weak and helpless at the mercy of his kid sisters. Imagine the horror from his point of view and he knows it is going to probably get worse!"

As I listened to the girls finish discussing my condition, I continued holding Missy's upper leg for dear life. Amanda addressed me on her way out, "Cozy in there Eric? What's it like being small enough to fit inside your kid sister's dress for protection? You know Missy can't protect you forever squirt! You had better take away the lesson of my punishment or there will be worse experiences for you in the future."

After Amanda left the bedroom, Missy took off her dress. It was the only way she could get to me, to remove me from her leg! She caressed me tightly like I was a pet rodent who had almost been eaten by a bigger animal. "Eric, you need to do whatever Amanda says. If you provoke her in the slightest, she could easily do some awful things to you. I would hate for you to have to experience that kind of pain and humiliation."

I agreed. "I know that I have to treat her like she's my master from now on but it's so hard, Missy."

Missy smiled at her pet, "For your safety, it's for the best, I'm afraid!"

Melissa held me lovingly for a long time before she put me to bed inside her Kleenex box. It was the perfect size for me now. She went to her bureau drawer and got me a clean set of her panties and placed them on top of me as a soft comforter. Melissa placed my box right next to her. I was right on her bed so that she could keep me close to her and be able to protect me if Mandy attempted to approach me again. Fortunately, Amanda did not want to start in again today. She had made her point and had made it well. I was terrified of the things that she could do to me and was likely to obey her in whatever she asked me to do.

My affectionate tender sister Melissa got into bed, with me in the Kleenex box next to her. Boy did she look gigantic from in there and yet so incredibly pretty as well. She smiled in at me and rubbed me gently to sleep with her giant fingers. I think I realized falling asleep; I had really become her pet.

Day 23

Waking up today was like a surreal nightmare. I was in a Kleenex box for my bed with my 14 year old sister's underwear covering me like a giant blanket! Worse than that was that I had experienced the most comfortable night's sleep I had ever had in my life. Was this ridiculous existence of mine actually becoming acceptable to me now?

As I opened my eyes, I saw both of my teen sisters standing over the tissue box eagerly awaiting my rising. Their pretty faces were gigantic to me. They had been anxiously lurking as they anticipated taking their doll-sized brother to his new home. I looked up at them as I got out of my tiny bed.

Mandy was all excited, "Did you sleep well Dollie? That tissue box looks very comfortable and inviting for such a teeny man! And Missy, you gave him such a glorious comforter! What a personal touch to sleeping close to your loved one!"

Missy was equally enthusiastic. "Eric, I can't wait to put you in your new house! Amanda and I have been preparing it for you for over an hour. We thought it would be fun to decorate the dollhouse for you so that when you moved in, it would feel like home!"

Missy held out her huge hand for me to climb into. I couldn't believe how humungous it had become and in such a short while! Mandy jumped in, "Not so fast, Sis! I'm taking Eric to live in his new home." She grabbed my defenceless doll sized body as if she owned me and someone was trying to steal me away from her.

"Mandy, please give him back to me!" My childlike kid sister whined, annoyed at losing control over me. "I really wanted to carry him to the dollhouse." Great, I thought, my two sisters were going to fight it out over who got the right to control my every move! Was the rest of my life going to be spent living as an object of contention between these two girls?

As Amanda held me firmly in her grasp, giant Melissa reached out as if she were going to fight her sister for the rights to their little pet. "Hold up there Missy! You don't want to hurt your itty-bitty brother, do you? If you come after me, I might just squeeze the little fellow too hard, accidentally on purpose! Who knows, his tiny bones might just brake from my powerful embrace!"

Amanda was laughing, I think just threatening so that Melissa would back down and so that she would win her prize, Me! However, to me in her powerful hand, she looked incredibly strong and menacing from my perspective. Mandy stared at me as if to say, "You are completely at my disposal now little man. I have you exactly where I want you- at my mercy."

Melissa backed away, "Fine Amanda, you win this time, please just don't hurt him."

Pleased with her victory, Amanda cemented the win. "Just to make sure that Missy doesn't try to take you from me shrimp, I am going to place you in a warm snug place for safe keeping!" Off came her lime blouse revealing just her bra and her gigantic small 16-year-old breasts. "I have been wanting to put you in here for days little brother!"

I gulped, "Mandy, what are you doing to me? I'm your brother. That's no where for me to be." She looked crossly at me for my insubordination. I corrected myself instantly; " I mean Master, please don't put me in there!"

She smiled down at me. "Don't worry. I am just going to store you in there for safekeeping. What could be a more secure place than inside my cleavage! Besides, you're a guy! What 19 year old guy wouldn't appreciate a pretty girl's giant breasts surrounding him!”? And with that in I went.

Pleased with her victory. Amanda cemented the win. "Just to make sure
Melissa doesn't try to take you from me, I am going to put you in a warm
snug place for safe keeping!" Off came her lime blouse, revealing just her
bra and gigantic, small 16-year-old breasts. "I've been wanting to put you
in here for days, little brother!"

I gulped, "Mandy... what are you doing to me? I'm your brother. That is
nowhere for me to be. " She looked at me crossly for my insubordination. I
corrected myself instantly, "I mean, Master, please don't put me in there!"

Amanda smiled, "Don't worry, I'm just going to store you in there for
safekeeping! What could be a more secure place for my little dollie than
inside my cleavage? Besides, you are a guy! What 19 year old guy wouldn't
appreciate the opportunity to be surrounded by 2 beautiful breasts?" And
with that in I went.

This was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me to this
point. Mandy had fairly small breasts for a 16 year old, but to me they
looked enormous and of course they were exquisite. She began walking towards
the dollhouse and both of the breasts started bouncing on either side of me.
Amanda saw my uneasiness and instructed me, "Hold on tight if you like tiny,
it may be a bumpy ride!" I knew of course that Mandy was my sister but I
must admit, being in this warm feminine area of a beautiful girl's body felt
wonderful to me. I had to resist with all my strength my male impulse and
remember that this girl was still my sibling.

When we got to the dollhouse, Amanda looked in at her pet, totally in
control. "Would you like to stay in there longer you horny little bug? I'll
bet you are in no hurry to leave now that you are comfy and cosy between my
breasts! Too bad, it feels pretty nice to me too, having you in there. I
think we may have to try more fun stuff with you later!" Then as she was
about to take me out she changed her mind. "You know what dollie? We are
both enjoying ourselves so much, I think I'll take you for a ride around the
house before you settle in to your new life as a doll!" She took me around
the house, bouncing down the stairs and all around the house, even outside
and down the block. Then 5 minutes later, she bounced back inside and up the
stairs. Boy did she jiggle as she hopped up the stairs. I must admit, the
pleasure she was enjoying by having me trapped in her cleavage was not one
sided. We both enjoyed the experience far too much!

Finally we were back at the dollhouse. Amanda looked a little flush and
perhaps a teeny bit embarrassed? "Well little fella, that was kinda nice
wasn't it?" I didn't want to give her the satisfaction but I had a hard time
concealing my pleasure. " It was pretty good Mandy, thanks for the gentle
ride." She gave me a sincere smile, full of warmth. I hoped this would be a
turning point in our relationship but I feared her amusement would be
temporary.

She gently removed me from her safe warm cleavage. Out I came, not
really wanted to leave. Missy had vanished during my ride but she was back
now anticipating my move into the giant dollhouse. I stared at the giant toy
home that girls loved to play with for hours. It was going to be my new
residence from now on. Missy removed the top and said, "It's removable, so
we can get to you immediately if you need us!"

Amanda pointed out all the amenities, which were very few. The dollhouse
was not made for comfortable living; dolls in general don't require pleasant
living conditions. Usually, dolls are easy to satisfy and just about any
state will do for their quarters. I didn't have much power to resist my
owners, but I did have standards of living that I hoped the girls would
follow. Of course, I was in no position to argue with them, if they had
other ideas in mind.

Since comfort was not required in designing the dollhouse, the girls had
decided to decorate it femininely with their soft girlishly possessions. It
was like a girl's bedroom all over but it did make it a bit less cold and
sterile. Of course it smelled of teen perfume!! I suppose I would get used
to that smell in the future. The one unusual characteristic of the dollhouse
was that there were tons of windows that allowed me to see out and for the
girls to view whatever I was doing. Privacy would be non-existent for me. It
felt almost like a zoo where the tiny man would be on display for the world
to gawk at! Overall though, it was a basic dollhouse but from now on, it
would be my world.

Melissa, very excited, watched me closely wanting to know what I
thought of my new home. I lied to protect her giant little girl feelings
(and myself from Mandy's punishment). "It’s really lovely honey. You girls
did a great job of decorating for me. Thanks, I know I am going to be very
happy here." Amanda placed me down inside the living room. "Good answer
Eric! Remember, your best bet is always to tell us what we want to hear,
even when it is difficult for you to swallow!" I had learned that lesson
already.

Amanda left me so that she could finish getting ready for school. My
ride had put the girls behind schedule. "Get comfy dollie, this afternoon
when I get home from school, we are going to play dolls together! You know,
you never used to appreciate those games at your old size! I think you will
see things a little differently as the doll, don't you! I can't wait to find
out, but I have big people things to do until then. See you later, squirt!"
Mandy was back to herself. Off she went feeling the thrill of being an
Amazon, totally in control of her doll brother like I was a fly in her web.

Missy, seeing my less than enthusiastic response to Mandy's taunts,
picked me up in her sweet little hand. "It won't be so bad Eric. I promise.
You and I will get plenty of time together too. I am going to treat you so
gently and lovingly! Being a doll won't be so bad for you, you'll see." She
held me and kissed me at the same time, her lips being almost my size now. I
wished her a great day and she gave me a glorious pretty smile as if to say
not to worry, everything would work out just fine. I knew otherwise. Life in
the dollhouse had begun and my existence as a kept man would only continue
to get worse and worse.

Amanda arrived home first, full of exuberance about playing with her new
doll sized brother. Missy came in soon afterwards to find Mandy playing with
me and some of her less active older dolls. "Sis, this is great! I had
forgotten how much fun playing with dolls could be!" Missy shook her head in
disgust. "Treat him nicely, Amanda. He has feelings you know." Amanda took
me in her giant little hand, "If he knows what's good for him, this doll
will only care about pleasing us, in every way possible, right dollie?" I
obediently said, "Yes Master."

Both girls found my complete subservience adorable. "Now that's what I
want from my doll, total submission to all my wishes." She gave me a strange
look as she laughed with glee. I hoped she was not planning awful things for
me that I could not prevent. I feared the worst.

The girls decided to spring another surprise on me; this one was an
unexpected doozy. While measuring me for the day, Missy shared with me that
the girls had talked and decided that I needed to start earning my keep by
performing some chores for them. Amanda had apparently discussed the notion
with her and they both had agreed that I had been getting a free ride for
too long. Although they liked helping me, it could be taxing, time consuming
work - feeding, bathing, clothing and caring for me. Now it was my turn to
pay the girls back by contributing to their happiness in performing certain
menial tasks that a guy my size would be able to handle. I didn’t like the
sound of this! Mandy and Melissa were about to share with me my
responsibilities when Melissa discovered that I was now 4 1/2" tall instead
of the expected 4".

Mandy, pleased with herself announced, "You see! I told you the shrinking
would stop when he became doll- sized! I'll bet tomorrow, he shrinks even
less, if at all!" Both girls were so excited they started to dance with each
other. They forgot about my new assignments for the time being. They were so
happy that I might be settling in at a permanent doll size. I think they had
both become very accustomed and pleased at the idea of having me as their
pet from now on. I couldn't say I shared their enthusiasm. I mean who wants
to live as a doll- sized brother, even for such adorable teen girls like
Amanda and Missy?
 

Day 24

I woke up in the dollhouse still exhausted from a stressful first day of
getting used to my new existence as the tiny pet of my teenaged kid
sisters. They were enjoying their new roles that my teeny size had
mandated. To them, I was the perfect, easy to control doll-sized little
brother. Amanda in particular relished the opportunity to run my life as
if I were her pet hamster! I feared her treatment of me would only get
worse and that i could expect unpleasant punishments from her, if I
chose to be disobedient. It would be so difficult to swallow my pride
and obey her every command. She was my 16-year-old sister after all and
to be her faithful obedient pet would take some getting used to for me.

Furthermore, living this way would be a degrading humbling reality for a
guy, a man who had been the former rival to this little girl in another
existence . I dreaded the way she looked down on me and the way she and
I both knew that I was at her mercy. Mandy experienced the pleasures of
owning a big brother that no young girl could ever have imagined! She
enjoyed my helplessness and the ease with which she made me obey her
every command. She loved to remind me of how in the old days I used to
treat her and showed me often that she now wielded total power over me
and that she would be so happy to return the favor if I gave her the
impetus. I hated to think of the things this giant female was dreaming
up to get back at me for my former actions. Being so small, I had to
hope she would love having me as her pet rather than mistreating me. She
knew I was completely hers and that I would be forced to do whatever
came to her pretty little mind.

The situation with Melissa was somehow even worse and more humiliating.
The change had been gradual but I knew she was coming around to Amanda's
way of thinking about me. Missy was 14 years old and growing lovelier
and lovelier every day as I dwindled before her beautiful brown eyes.

I had no desire to face the day ahead so I turned over in my doll bed
hoping that I could keep away the giant world that I was no longer a
part of for as long as possible. A few minutes later, I realized that
Missy had opened up her dollhouse with her precious little hands. I knew
that she was watching her doll- sized brother as I tried to escape from
my miserable life. I didn't want to turn around to look up to her
because I knew she would demand my cooperation and my obedience to
whatever plans she had for me. Finally, I turned around to see her
gigantic face smiling widely down on my puny little body. She was
enjoying watching me as if I were her special secret treasure. My kid
sister was mesmerized and amused by my situation. Even little Missy, a
kind sweet girl could not help but enjoy having a grown man look up to
her and the enormous power of controlling her new tiny pet.

"Good morning big brother!! Did my little man sleep well in your new
home?" Watching Melissa from my diminutive position, the sight of my
little kid sister was both spectacular and frightening. The rest of the
world saw Missy as a pretty little 5 foot teenage girl but from my
perspective, she seemed enormous and all powerful! Her warm smile was
radiating like she was thrilled with her beloved school project that was
totally under her gentle girlish control. If I had been normal sized and
the helpless creature in her dollhouse had been a mouse or a gerbil, I
would have found her teen feminine exuberance to be enchanting and
adorable. But I was her pet now and at her total mercy. Even though she
was being kind and protective of me, I found her tender loving care to
be humiliating and unbearable! I was her older brother after all. I was
not her toy plaything to be enjoying and made nice to! This was the
beginning of the most unbelievably embarrassing day of any man's life. I
was about to live a horrifying unthinkable nightmare and it was only
going to get worse each day.

Day 24 cont.

"So, is my little fella' getting comfy in his new life?" Missy was
beaming with youthful excitement upon seeing me in her dollhouse. I
found her enthusiasm and her pleasure at my predicament to be annoying
and mortifying. Missy spoke to me as if she were an adult and I was her
little boy. I could not stand for this young teenaged girl treating me
as though I were a helpless child needing her protection and kindness.
After all, I was still her senior and even though I was the size of a
mouse, I deserved to be treated with the respect of a big brother. I
decided to let her know in no uncertain terms that I wasn't going to
allow her to continue treating me in this unacceptable belittling
fashion.

I got out of my doll's bed and hollered up at her enormous face, "Listen
Melissa, cut out the big girl power trip crap! You are still just a
foolish headstrong 14-year-old girl and you had better start treating me
with the proper respect that I deserve! Now I want you to lose that
ridiculous grin or I'm going to get really angry with you." I knew that
at my tiny size I was taking a little bit of a risk by speaking to her
in this way but I was pissed off at her condescending attitude and I
knew that I needed to put her in her place here and now. I never
imagined that Missy would talk to me as if I were a doll, not a man.
Unfortunately for me, she took the aggressive and responded as if I
required a lesson in obedience from her, as if she needed to punish an
out of line pet! After all, at my shrunken size, I should have realized
that my sister was fully aware that she could easily crush me between
her pretty little fingers if she so desired but for some crazy reason, I
foolishly thought that our past as doting big brother and loving kid
sister would make her back down to the foolish ranting's of a toy
soldier on a tirade. Adorable little Missy had no intention of backing
down to me, not at my unassuming pin sized height. I provided no
strength to back up my orders as I berated her from her dollhouse.

I received my first lesson at the hands of my petite sweet kid sister
and although she chose not to hurt me this time, her message came
through loud and clear: - I was a doll-sized man and would have to show
her my total respect and loyalty like a family pet. Furthermore, my
obedience to all her decisions would be required from now on or I would
pay the consequences.

At 2 1/2" tall, I suppose I had been insane to pretend otherwise. Missy
may have been a little girl but we both knew that as long as I lived in
her dollhouse at this tiny height, I had become for all intents and
purposes, a doll. I would need to accept and follow all the rules of my
sister/owners and I would have to do it with a smile or else I would be
at their mercy. Things would only get more and more humiliating for
me...

Melissa stopped smiling instantly and got real close to me with her
adorable but Amazon teenaged body. I knew from her piercing glance that
I had crossed the line and screwed up but good! It was too late to take
it back now and Missy looked as though she had some angry things to say
to her pint-sized brother. I looked at her charming plain white
miniskirt as Missy kneeled down next to me so that I could experience
the incredible power that an ant must endure when it sees a gigantic
young woman in its path. I felt nauseous and scared out of my mind as
Missy's pretty red t-shirt towered above my field of vision. My hurt and
angry kid sister was trying to make me realize just how little I was in
comparison to her. She was ready to vent her frustration on her 2 1/2"
captive listener. I never felt more small or inferior to anyone in my
life and the worst part was how incredibly adorable she was peering down
from way above me.

The girl who was now in total control of me began her lesson. I received
a clear message being sent and was backed up nicely by her omnipotent
control and her enormous height advantage. "Excuse me, dollie? You
aren't trying to bully me from way down there in the dollhouse, are you?
I sure hope not because in case you haven't noticed, you are only a few
inches tall and although I am not all that big for my age, I am pretty
sure I can handle a doll-sized man who needs a lesson on respect from
one of his owners! Do you need a demonstration as to what i can do with
a man your size? I can think of a lot of fun games I can play with you
that might demonstrate once and for all who is in charge." She placed
her face right next to me, inches away from my little body and just
started to breath lightly. Her pretty warm teen breath knocked me to the
floor of my my dollhouse instantly. "Whoops, my bad. forgot how small
you were. Should I help you up?" Missy moved her giant fingers in my
direction slowly, toying with her victim.

 I wanted to run and hide from this towering little girl who could
squash me like a bug if she so chose. There was nowhere for me to hide
from her though. I looked down off the desk where the dollhouse I lived
in was kept. It was about 2 to 3 feet high but to me the ground was a
long long way down and I feared a fall would break my neck. Melissa
stood up so that I saw her whole teen body in all its glory, towering
like a building to me. I was now in a position to see her beautiful
tanned legs which could easily squeeze the life out of me like a vise if
she placed me between them. The legs seemed to go on forever before
ending in her cute sandaled feet, way down below. Looking at my sister
as an enormous threatening mountain was unnerving and I inadvertently
started to shake as I peered into Missy's lovely brown eyes.

 "You aren't afraid of a 14-year-old child on a power trip, are you? I
thought you were going to get angry if I didn't lose my, what was it,
'ridiculous grin'?" She was smiling menacingly now to make me feel real
small. " Are you mad at me now? Well, I'm waiting. what you going to do
about it, shrimp man?"


Missy immediately saw my fear and decided to act on it. She put her
lovely little hands in front of me to demonstrate her total control over
me. I was terrified of this girl for the first time in my life and I
knew that she could do anything in the world to me now. I prayed she
would be merciful and not forget that I was still a man. Melissa had no
intention of hurting her little big brother but she was intent on
teaching me my first lesson about authority and control....

I tried to run to another room of the dollhouse but there was no
escaping. Her exquisite youthful smile was back on her face as she
enjoyed our game of cat and mouse. It wasn't much of a game as
everywhere I ran, Missy reached in with her hands to provide a powerful
obstruction to me. She was so entertained by my ordeal as I ran away
from her. It was to her complete amusement that I accepted that I could
not escape her and would be forced to comply to her every wish or face
the consequences of my disobedience.

I hid under the doll-sized dining room table as I was defeated. I cried
silently at my horrible degrading position in the world. Gently, Missy
lifted the table off of me and placed it on her lap. Next she
effortlessly picked me up in her perfect delicate girlish hands. I was
trapped but fortunately for me this time, Melissa wanted to make her
point known, not punish me for being unruly. The power of her tiny hand
was incredible. I wanted her to know how sorry I was before she
disciplined me for my insubordination so I kneeled down on her sweet
hand and begged her to show me mercy. "Please, forgive me, Master, I was
so wrong to be so bad, I will obey you from now on, I promise your
excellence!" I groveled as much as I had ever done for Mandy, for I
feared her anger was great and my safety was in jeopardy. "I will do
whatever you ask of me, great Melissa. May I still call you that, sister
owner?"

I was ready for the worst. But Missy was generous to me, she lifted me
with her painted thumb and her middle finger and held me in the air way
up so that I could look at her adorable teen expression. She marveled at
my smallness and my fear at her expense.

"Oh, Eric, don't be so scared of me! I'm not going to hurt my little
man!" Then under her breath she said, "this time." She continued, "I
only wanted you to realize that at your height, you will need to show
some respect towards me. I don't want you to be terrified of me,
sweetie! You are so adorable shivering from fear in your kid sister's
hand and I am sure you learned your listen! You are such a cute little
pet now, I hate to be disrespected by such a teeny guy." Missy was
sounding more and more in love with her new power over me. "You are
still my big brother, Eric! I had only hoped you would respect me the
way you do with Amanda."

I saw the expression on her face as Missy showed lenience toward me,
dangling me like a puppet in the grasp of her fingers. She was smiling
kindly on me as I struggled to gain some control and dignity in her
hand. The smile was over her new found power that she was exercising
over her little man. I looked at the blossoming teen that would soon be
a woman and saw a face that was discovering and becoming comfortable
with her god like stature that my diminishing size had awarded her. The
pleasures that come with controlling a helpless being were becoming very
appealing to this little girl. "You can call me Missy or sis if you like
but just do it with respect and we will be fine. I don't need you to
refer to me as master, unless you forget your place and need to be
reminded!"

This was only the beginning of Missy's expectations of me. From now on,
I would see a different girl that would demand my total obedience and
subservience. As my high school sister cuddled me like her puny stuffed
animal, she said, "It's ok little Eric, you learned your lesson this
time, I wont have to punish you. You are safe so you can stopped being
scared. We both understand ourselves a little better now, don't we,
sweetie?" I had no choice but to agree with my pretty owner.

Day 24  cont.


 Melissa had gone to the bathroom and left me in the dollhouse with the
instructions to undress and get ready for my bath. She expected I would
be ready when she returned for me. I was really uncomfortable with
having my teen sister bath me in the nude! I couldn't imagine anything
more humiliating for a 19-year-old adult male than being cleaned and
babied by his pretty junior sibling. So when Missy came to get me, I was
not undressed and clearly not prepared for my bath.

 Shaking her head disapprovingly, Missy said, "I see this as a very bad
start to our new working relationship, little fella. You are already
trying my patience. Do I need to undress you myself? I am sure that
won't be much fun for you but you may give me no choice!"

 "Missy, please! I intend to obey you really, sis. I accept that you are
the one in charge. It's just that this is really difficult for me,
sweetheart. I'm your older brother! Why do you have to give me a bath
like I am your baby?"

 My teen sister lifted me gently into her immense lovely hands. "I know
this is tough for you, little one, but you need to accept that your past
life is over. This is the way it's going to be from now on. You need to
forget that I was once your cute little kid sister and that Amanda was
your easy-to-handle rival. That was then! Now you must adjust to having
Mandy and me handle you in any way we so choose. At your height, we will
expect you to do what we tell you to, especially when we show you off
for our girlfriends and you will need to behave yourself like our
adorable and obedient little man. Got it?"

 I couldn't believe what Melissa was saying to me as I remained helpless
in her grasp. My sisters were planning to display me as a pet to other
little girls? This was horrible! I knew many of their pretty friends
from when I had been 6 feet tall and now I was going to have to do
humiliating tricks for the pleasure of these young women. I was to be
the plaything and laughing stock and even worst, be the brunt of their
teenaged fantasies having to satisfy their powerful little girl whims!
"Missy," I sadly whined to my strong captor, "you can't mean that you
and Amanda are going to show me to other people. You are going to give
away my secret to your girlfriends? I really think that would be a bad
mistake and besides, I am embarrassed enough being this size in front of
you two girls." I was devastated at the idea of being paraded about as a
doll for other pretty girls to enjoy my humiliation.

 "Oh, Eric! I'm sorry. Amanda and I discussed it and we decided it is
time for us all to get back to our regular old lives, as much as we can
anyway. You are going to need to become part of our world from now on
and this is going to mean getting to know our friends and helping take
care of our needs in any way that your teeny tiny body is able hon. I
know this all seems so unpleasant for you right now, but I suppose that
turnabout is fair play. Who could have ever imagined that such a big guy
would be become a tiny little helper for such little girls like Mandy
and me? I bet in your wildest dreams you could never have conjured up an
image of being at the command of your sisters and their girlfriends. It
must be so awful for such a big fella' like you. I suppose you will get
used to your new position on the ladder but it will not be easy for you
looking up all the time. You know, you are going to need to look on the
bright side, Munchkin. You are going to get to experience a closeness to
your sisters that could be quite gratifying and tender! At least Mandy
and I are going to treat you lovingly and with as much gentleness as our
little fella' can handle." To make her point she cuddled me like I was
her favorite stuffed animal, cooing and purring as she hugged me against
her bosom. I wanted her to quit it but she wasn't even looking at me and
she was having so much fun at my expense. "Just imagine if you belonged
to one of our friends like Jennifer, Nicole or Amy! They can't stand
their brothers and they would torture them mercilessly if they were your
size! I hate to even picture it, Eric. So in that respect, you are kind
of lucky."

 Somehow seeing the mean side of Mandy and Missy's teen friends was not
making me any more comfortable at the prospect of being the pet to my
younger sisters. I could just see the pleasure in the eyes of these
pretty giant girls as they gleefully pictured the endless possibilities
that having me for their private little man would provide for them. They
would relish the idea of using me in ways that my sisters never would
consider to be appropriate. I hoped that I was just letting my mind
wander in an unlikely sexual direction, but with young girls just
discovering their womanhood, I feared anything was possible and I would
have to embrace for the worst.

 "Come on! If you just try to look at this from the bright side, this
whole thing might be really cool for you and maybe kinda' fun! It might
be really neat being able to fit in our purse or getting attached to our
clothes as jewelry. No guy has ever gotten the ability to see the world
from your perspective and I know there are some scary downsides, but you
have to admit, you can have some pretty neat adventures and experience
life in an exciting new way. I promise that Mandy and I will always keep
you safe and snug in your tiny new life. No big brother will ever be
kept warmer than the way I plan to keep you little Eric. Besides, Amanda
and I have some really cute friends don't you agree? Maybe your new
giant world will provide you with some unexpected advantages in the
romantic department if you are lucky? Imagine pretty girls the size of
buildings Eric: could be fun for you right, bro?"

 I however was overwhelmed at the whole concept of all these teenaged
girls having me completely at their mercy. Missy's jubilant smile made
it seem like I should look forward to the prospect of being powerless to
the desires of a group of young women. I saw the whole thing from a very
different point of view. Of course I had no choice in the matter but to
see it her way.

 "Now, take off your clothes so we can get started with your bath. I
have a number of things to tell you about your new chores. You must earn
your keep, after all! It's time you started giving your sisters a little
something back in return for all that we have done for you by protecting
our little one from danger and the constant sacrifices we girls have
made on your behalf."

 I had no choice now but to disrobe for my kid sister. Otherwise I knew
I would be challenging her to do it for me and at the same time, causing
my teen owner to be irritated with me. I was realizing quite quickly
that I didn't want the girls to be angry with their little dollie
brother.

DAY 24 cont.

Before picking up my tiny naked body, Missy pulled out her stylish pink
mini ruler.

 "Perfect!" She delightfully squealed, "2 1/2" tall is an absolutely
ideal size for our little brother to be. I hoped you would stop
shrinking as you got smaller and smaller! It seems like the shrinking
process is winding down and I bet that tomorrow you will be no smaller
than today. Wait till Amanda hears about this, she will be so pleased!"

I looked depressed, naked and humiliated as Missy lifted me in the air
once more against my will. I could see in her eyes that she was
obviously full of girlish pleasure enjoying my horrific predicament. She
was having a hard time empathizing with her brother turned house pet.

 "Don't look so glum, little one! You'll see, Eric, it's really going to
be such marvelous fun for all of us having you live at this adorable
little size! I am sure that the three of us are going to become
accustomed to having you this way in a short time and we will all forget
that it was ever any different! As long as you accept your new
diminished position in the world and learn to respect and obey your
giantess protectors, there is no reason you won't be able to live a very
comfortable, albeit different sort of life. Who knows, you will probably
learn to enjoy being our doll-sized brother and may even start to love
the advantages that being pocket sized will allow you. You are going to
have to see the silver lining in being the size of a mouse, cutie pie!
Besides, you really don't have any other choice but to accept your new
existence."

Melissa held me tightly in her warm teen scented hand. I had no choice
as this young woman carried me snugly into the bathroom. Damn she was
looking pretty which made my situation all the more unbearable! She
hummed as she cradled me in her arms and then placed me on her enormous
cute shoulders so I was surrounded by her lovely long hair. She was far
too excited by the prospect of giving me, her brother, his first of many
baths at her hand. I couldn't believe that my sweet little Missy was
enjoying my embarrassing situation with so much enthusiasm. The
undeniable eagerness with which she approached her task and the
appearance of the bossy demanding side of her character illustrated to
me that my little sister possessed a controlling confident side in her
personality. I sadly would find that this side of her persona became the
norm as she grew more self assured in dealing with her helpless little
man. I was beginning to realize that Missy was having fun being the
powerful one now, and even though she loved me dearly, her domination of
me was only starting to become manifest in her treatment of me. This was
a tough pill for me to swallow as I still thought of her as that cute
little sister who I could easily take over my knee or carry on my back
for a ride. Reality indicated otherwise, however, and what's worse,
Melissa was clearly pleased with our reversed roles and planned to make
the most of her new position in life as my owner!

Missy seemed genuinely happy at having the new responsibility of
overseeing my day to day functions. I was not feeling her sweet sense of
optimism when this little girl effortlessly manhandled my puny 2 1/2"
body, seemingly forgetting how fragile and helpless I was in her grasp.
I was still having a tough time accepting it in my head that my kid
sister was preparing to bath me, viewing me in the way she would look at
her favorite doll. That's exactly what was going on, as much as I wanted
to deny it. I was in a hellish fantasy and Missy was very happy with her
role in this unbearable nightmare. What an existence I had to look
forward to as I knew that things would get much worse. This was only the
beginning of my kid sister's domination over me. I was just now fully
appreciating the extent of my miserable new life: I would be completely
helpless in a world full of all powerful demanding giantesses, like my
gentle former little sister, Melissa.

Missy lathered up her pretty little hands with soap as I stood on the
counter watching her graceful teenaged feminine body in motion. Moving
about energetically, like only a girl her age can, Missy had a huge grin
on her face as she hummed cheerfully and filled the sink with the
perfect temperature water for her upcoming chore. When Melissa saw I
wasn't sharing her enthusiasm, she patted me on the head with her pretty
fingers, smiling down on me as she analyzed the absurd situation before
her, which was in fact, reality now.

"Eric, come on now, it wont be so bad, hon. I will be so gentle with
you, you'll see! And besides, how often does a guy get such a pretty
girl to lather him up and make him so incredibly adorable? If you let
it, this is going to be so nice for both of us, little guy! Now, cheer
up, I promise this will be as much fun for you as it will be for me!"
Missy jokingly added, "I command you to enjoy it and you'd better listen
to me if you don't want to make me angry."

 Melissa was only kidding, but I saw the truth in her playful teasing. I
could not allow myself to see the humor of my plight. I just felt
completely dominated and unable to resist Melissa's enormous power. What
was worse was that she had always been so cute and little to me before
the shrinking, and now she was taking such pleasure in her easy control
of my entire existence. This bath was the next nightmare to my already
dwindling pride.

Missy took my miniaturized naked body in her soapy protective feminine
hands. "You are so adorable at that size, cutie! What a perfect teeny
little body have, little brother. You are just so huggable down there."
Missy mercilessly teased me in my vulnerable state. It was good natured
but it was really humiliating from where I stood. She couldn't see how
red my face became as she continued her jibes at my expense. She also
tickled me as if I were her baby, knowing the right spots to touch to
get a reaction out of me. I was unable to resist the power of her touch
and she made me laugh painfully and without humor from her sweet gentle
contact to my ticklish areas. "Now I want you to remember to hold your
breath when I tell you that I'm rinsing you, ok? I nodded my agreement.
(like I could do otherwise?)

She continued humming her pretty little tune as she lathered up my
entire body from head to toe. Her hands were very gentle and thorough
too as she found every part of my minuscule body and enjoyed massaging
me to a soapy lather. It wasn't long before I began to realize that in
spite of my trepidation and against my desires to be miserable in this
degrading experience, Missy's sweet teen handling of my sensitive
shrunken body felt both relaxing and soothing. I had had absolutely no
interest in enjoying her ministrations, this was my step-sister after
all! But this girl couldn't have been any more gentle and tender in her
handling of me if she had been a professional masseuse. I was able to
forget, for just a little while at least, my wretched life. For a
moment, I was able to experience some joy and warmth through this girl's
kind loving treatment of me. After a few minutes of her careful washing
and scrubbing of me, I was smiling as much as she was. Her care of me
was genuine and loving and I felt an enormous debt of gratitude for
Missy's tender easy going handling of me. "See, I told you I would be
good! Not so awful having me for a big sister now is it?" I had a hard
time resisting her charms. Her smile and her demeanor were intoxicating.
"Okay, little man, hold on, I'm rinsing you."

Under the warm water I went as she thoroughly and vigorously rinsed my
soapy body. God help me I tried to resist the overpowering but
inappropriate response that was developing inside of me. But as I felt
Missy's delicate and exquisite little fingers comforting my aching tiny
body, I was hypnotized. I could not help but find the experience to be
the warmest and most sensuous of my young life. It was in some ways
erotic being tended and caressed so lovingly by a beautiful young woman
who had total control over me. My teen sister's cute little well kept
fingers looked between 7 and 10 feet in height to me but they had a
pretty and gentle girlish quality that made feel safe in her embrace.
Sadly, it was an exhilarating experience that I didn't want to end.

Missy lathered me up two more times before she was done and even found a
way to clean my private areas in a most dignified and unassuming manner.
I couldn't believe how thorough and comforting she was being without
getting all that intrusive. After my bath was complete, Missy lifted my
exposed naked doll body out of the sink and dried me vigorously against
her pretty fresh red blouse. It hardly made a mark on her enormous
adorable top. I was all dry ready to be clothed but Missy kept me naked,
dropping me on her cute miniskirt to administer my lesson. Being naked
in her presence was still rather disconcerting and made me completely
helpless to offer any resistance to her. I could tell she was aware of
my precarious and powerless state but she proceeded to ignore my
embarrassing situation. I suppose she thought that she could use my
predicament to her advantage for her next task. She was to lay down the
law for me: she had to tell me what would be expected of me in the days
ahead as I settled into my new life. I was not at all going to like what
she had to say but she made it clear that the decision was final. I
would have to learn to accept all the jobs that my sister's assigned to
me. A month earlier, the "chores" that the girls had in store for me
would have seemed absurd and completely laughable at my old height. Now
I couldn't imagine finding any humor in the degrading responsibilities
that my kid sisters expected me to carry out. How I was going to get
through the coming humiliations was beyond me!

DAY 24 cont.


    I sat there naked on Missy's miniskirt, staring up at her pretty
teen face as she let the hammer fall. I could never have anticipated the
things these girls came up with for me to 'earn my keep.'

 Melissa began, "I realize that you were not a guy who appreciated the
beauty of pretty painted toenails on young women. I suppose you never
thought that us girls should waste our time fixing up our feet that way?
Well, no matter now. The fact is, you are the perfect size to help
Amanda and me in painting painting our nails. I know that you will want
to help us to look our prettiest ,right?" I am sure I must have looked
horrified by the thought of that miserable humiliating task because
Missy responded, "Don't look that way, little man!" Her stern voice
indicated her seriousness but there was a touch of amusement in her
glance that she tried to cover up. "Eric, I mean this! Mandy and I
demand you assist us by using your teeny little hands to make us look
like hot, fashionable young women."

 I was obviously in no position to be arguing with this enormous pretty
little girl, but Melissa could tell I was unhappy. "I am sure it will be
very hard on you at first excepting your new role in life, but Amanda
and I have discussed it and we are sure you will get used to it
eventually." She smiled as if what she was about to say would make me
pleased, "Besides, look on the bright side, you know how sweet and clean
we keep ourselves! At least you will be in pleasant surroundings sitting
on Amanda's and my feet doing your chores! Some of our friends have
smelly nasty feet, that would be horrible for you if you had to paint
their toenails! Can you imagine being stuck with difficult girls like
that at your helpless size? Be grateful Mandy and I pride ourselves on
our freshness, that should work out well for a man your size!" For some
reason, this amused her pretty little teen head and she let out a cute
giggle that made me bounce on her skirt and turned my face red in
embarrassment. I stood there unamused, naked on Missy's lap as I awaited
more demeaning tasks from the girl who in a recent but removed world, I
had been able to cuddle to sleep on my lap. Clearly, my sister was
getting beyond her memories of our special bond that we had experienced
growing up. She had accepted the new joys of being in total charge and
was pleased with her new power!

 I was so uncomfortable and Missy could see my misery. "You look so
unhappy, small one. Is there anything I can do for you to help my sad
adorable little man?"

 I pleaded with her to give me something, anything, to cover up my
nakedness in front of her exquisite gigantic teenaged body. She was
unaffected by seeing me this way, it was easier on her from her
perspective. I, on the other hand felt totally mortified by being naked
on her skirt, receiving her demands, completely at her mercy! "Please,
Missy, please," I begged her, "this is unbearable for me. You can't be
enjoying my miserable situation here- having your brother so terrified
of you, naked and helpless in your command."

 Missy surprisingly seemed unaffected by my horrible situation. "Honey,
this will only take a few more minutes. Can't you wait? You know, it
really doesn't bother me at all having you sit there that way. You can't
imagine what it looks like from up here." She giggled again, "You are
really quite cute from my perspective! I know you aren't happy being
down there but  it's going to be this way from now on, Eric, and besides
Amanda won't be so tolerant of your sensitivities."

 As I looked up at her pleased smiling face I realized she was not at
all uncomfortable with my predicament and that she was not going to
allow me any dignity without me begging for her sympathy. So I
accommodated her growing ego.

 "Please, Missy, isn't this whole situation humiliating enough for me? I
beg of you, at least give me something to wear so I am not naked and
embarrassed in your presence." She laughed gently having enjoyed her
fill of my groveling to her.

 "Fine, but I hope you realize that you are going to have to get used to
being naked in front of us girls, and soon! You also need to realize
that Amanda and I aren't going to worry about going around naked in our
room due to the embarrassment of our tiny little doll-sized brother!
It's just the way it's going to be from now on, sweetie. Sorry."

 She took off her lovely silk scarf from around her neck and dropped it
on me gently. I covered my naked body but her pretty girlish perfumed
cloth was transparent and did little to hide me from my sister's eyes.
"Better? You more comfy now my precious little pet?" Her tone was more
condescending than ever. Nevertheless, I Decided to press my luck.
"Actually Missy, this is see through. Can you please give me something
else?" Now Missy was getting noticeably annoyed with my demands but she
complied. She removed her leg warmer that she had been wearing on her
pretty left thigh. To me it was humongous and it smelled of Missy's
odor. She was right about one thing, my sisters took pride in their
hygiene, and the scent was most pleasant but of course very strong from
my perspective. I supposed a 5 foot boy her age would find this teen
accessory to be an incredible treasure, but for me, it did the trick,
giving me a small sense of privacy and some very pleasant warmth to my
shivering little body. I am sure I smelled of my sister's feminine scent
for hours afterwards however. "Thanks Melissa. That's much better." I
wrapped the giant pink leg warmer around my whole body and sat down on
Missy's miniskirt, waiting for her to continue.

 "OK, no more interruptions. Got it, little fella? You sometimes forget
who is in charge here. I would think our size difference should make
that pretty darn clear, mister, don't you agree?" I nodded my submission
to her demands. "Now at your miniaturized size, our toes could be a big
endeavor for you!"

 She lifted up her long sweet leg so that I could see her foot in her
junior miss style sandals. And she was right! It looked so big to me
from my size. I realized that I could be squashed so easily between her
toes if she weren't careful of my safety at all times. Her foot itself
was so big to me now that I was in danger of being stomped on, every
time my kid sister took a step. If she were unaware of my presence, I
would surely be mashed under her pretty little foot as if I were a bug!
I prayed never to wind up with such a horrible fate.

 Her sudden movement had made me shift on her lap and I needed to grab
tightly onto the miniskirt to keep from falling off her. For a second, I
was hanging on to Missy's miniskirt dangling between her legs trying to
get back on top of her to prevent me from falling to the floor bellow. I
couldn't see her face, but I am sure she was amused. "little man, you ok
down there? Shall I help you back onto my skirt or are trying to see
underneath me?" She of course, started to giggle again. Just then I was
able to get back on her skirt and to safety and the view of her
outstretched leg. Finally having steadied myself by embracing the skirt
with all my might her leg and foot went on forever and their beauty and
size were inspiring! Missy wiggled her cute little toes for effect.
"Would you like a closer view, Eric? I can put you between them now if
you like." I told her I could see just fine.

 "That's ok, Missy. I can wait." I have to admit I was tempted by her
offer but she was not expecting me to be enthusiastic and I feared
repercussions from the giant girl.

 Missy continued, "Mandy and I have decided it will be impossible for
you to do us both every week but we want you to make sure that we are
each well serviced twice a month. This means you must tend to our nails
very other week doing one or two nails each and every day! It is a big
important task for our little man to make sure that all the girls nails
are cared for properly. Can you handle it? Now remember, if it's
Amanda's week and I chip a nail, it will be your job to check me out
daily and keep me looking my prettiest at all times! We are counting on
our brother to be responsible for this part of our daily maintenance, or
is it to too much to ask of such a little helpless doll?"

 I hated the idea of being accountable for the welfare of my sister's
toes but I knew that resisting them would be out of the question.
Besides I rationalized, Melissa and Amanda really did have pretty toes
and I thought I could care for them well and maybe even earn their
respect in the process. Was it too much to ask considering all that the
girls were doing for me?

 I said "Missy, I would be glad to do my part to keep my sisters looking
their very best!" She smiled with glee as I was accepting my first
assignment without resisting.

 I did suspect that in painting the girls toenails, I would be subjected
to working from the spaces between their toes. To get a good grip, I
would no doubt need to ask them to embrace my body between their
giantess teen toes. What could be a more humiliating task for a big
brother than being inside his sisters toes, I thought! (I would soon
discover what!) I imagined the girls would both be only too happy to
oblige me in my toe painting efforts, by gladly tightening up their toe
grips on their tiny servant. This was probably part of the reason for
the assignment. I started to imagine 16 year old Amanda enjoying her old
rival struggling helplessly at her feet, working on her nails to her
specifications. In the meantime, she would enjoy knowing that I was
praying that my service to her was just to her liking, so that I would
not have to face the consequences of her anger. Being at her mercy would
be all the sweeter for her as I struggled helplessly between her toes!

 Furthermore, as I considered the job some more, I realized that to
achieve my goals, I would have to work between the girl's toes keeping
them clean and feminine so that they would support my puny presence. I
was sure that both girls would love the power coming from having me
service all their feet maintenance on a daily basis. If today were any
indication, Missy had as much desire to experience control over me as
did Amanda! How was I ever going to become accustomed to this
degradation, I wondered? I began to rethink my acceptance of this
horrible task but I knew I had no power to fight it. I knew I was stuck
and the girls had all the strength in their little hands to make me
carry out their wishes. My sisters had total control over me.

Day 24 cont.

 Melissa looked a little sheepish about sharing with me my next chore. I
knew that was a very bad sign. "Well, Amanda came up with this next one
and it really won't be affecting me for at least a year or two, but I,
uh, imagine that you and Mandy will need to get real close for you
perform your next chore." What the heck could this girl be talking about
I wondered? What would get me closer to Amanda than being between her
toes? Melissa embarrassingly pulled out a tiny girl's razor, the
smallest I had ever seen. It was actually about half my size and I was
beginning to get a terrible idea about where this was going. "Eric,
don't get upset. Mandy thinks you will be the perfect leg shaver and she
plans to use you in this fashion twice a week." Missy tried to hide her
discomfort at the whole disconcerting plan by avoiding my eyes.

 "What!" I exclaimed, completely flabbergasted at this ludicrous
suggestion. "That's just a joke, right? I mean she must be kidding.
That's absurd, Melissa. Come on, sweetie, you know that's a feminine
job. I won't be subjected to such a humiliating personal hygiene
request!"

 Missy looked at me very seriously as if to leave no doubt in my mind,
and stated simply, "Little man, this is not a request. Amanda wanted me
to tell you that you had better learn to accept it and fast because she
needs a good shave for her date tomorrow and she expects you to
accompany her for her bath tomorrow morning."

 I was outraged. "Missy, I'm too small to be of any help to her and
besides, she has practically no hair on her legs. It has to be so easy
for her to take care of it herself."

 Missy again looked down on me sympathetically yet forcefully, "She said
to tell you, it's going to happen and you need to prepare for it. She
will not take no for an answer and you are in no position to refuse her!
Besides, little one," she patted me like puppy who was going to have to
go to a vet, "I know she will help you till you get comfortable in the
job. She will work with you so that you shave them nicely. She told me
it will be much less tedious for us girls, having you involved in the
process. She said it will be like using a lawnmower for you, only the
grass will be a little bit different." Trying to lighten the mood she
added, "I hope you guys get really good at it cause when I need to start
shaving, I expect you to have it all perfected like a science!" She
winked at me to try to relieve the tension but the thought of servicing
my teen sisters by shaving their legs had really blown my mind!