Tom called out for anyone the moment he got home from public high school.  He didn’t hear a peep form any of his sisters.  Why would he?  His mom was busy shopping and was going to pick up his two twin sisters who were still in school until 4:00pm.  Charlotte and Olivia should still be in their 7th grade math class right about now.  Emma who was a freshmen in a private high school wouldn't get home till 3:30 pm, and it was only 2:45.  Tom had so much time on his hand by himself that it was relaxing.  He had plenty of time to do his usual routine when he was left alone.  Hurrying up, even though he had plenty of time, Tom headed toward his mother’s room.  Sneaking into the bedroom, the door still wide open from whenever his mom left it, Tom headed toward the dresser off to the side of the bed.

 

Grinning at the thrill of what was to come, Tom headed to the middle drawer and yanked it open.  The treasure he seek was in front of him.  His mother’s panties filled the wooden drawer to the brim.  Tom wanted to grab the sleekest looking panties, but he went for the more common and less noticeable one.  The one that wouldn’t be noticed when it went missing.  The plane Jane, pink cotton clothed underwear.  Grabbing the balled up prize, Tom shut the drawer and headed to his room.  His heart was thumping at the naughty and mischievous act he was about to partake in.  Tom didn’t bother wasting time shutting his door or even turning on his bed room light.  In a very giddy and joyful mood, Tom flopped on his bed with his back on the mattress.  His pants were already down to his knees as he felt himself hardening quicker than his hands could move.  The cotton fabric was already around his member as he started to run his hand up and down himself.  Sparks of bliss dancing up and through his body, as Tom was lost in the depths of his delight.  Speeding up his frantic hand movements, Tom felt his hips buckle a little on his bed as he orgasmed into the panties belonging to his mom.  Tom let his voice go as he gasped and groaned from the pleasure.  The feeling of release was enough for Tom to sate his lust.

 

Laying on his bed for a few more moments, Tom got ready to remove the soiled-

 

The sound of a camera taking a picture from Tom’s doorway caused him to stop breathing.  His head jerked toward the sound and to his pure horror saw his sister Emma standing there with her phone in hand.

 

“EMMA?!  WH-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING,” Tom screeched as he tried to pull his underwear and pants up but failing to do so in his urgent movements.

 

Emma seemed too calm and collective at the moment as she spoke, “What am I doing?  What are YOU doing… are those mom’s underwear,” She asked eyeing the fabric still attached to his hips and hand.  Tom stammered as he quickly tried to hide himself and the underwear.  Emma simply looked at her phone and touched the screen to zoom in, “Yup, those are mom’s.  She bough them last week, when we went shopping.  So?”  Emma asked taking a step into the room.  Her presence was too calm and relaxed for Tom to feel the same, “Whatcha doing with mom’s underwear, big bro?”

 

“n-n-nothing!  Just, delete that picture!  Get out of my room!”  Tom shouted at his sister.  She didn’t listen as she got closer.  The blank and almost calculating look on her face was truly frightening for Tom.  Whenever Emma had that look, well it never ended well.

 

“Mmm, I think you are doing something… something BAD,” Emma spoke as she got to the bed.  “So… what would happen if I sent that picture to mom?”

 

Tom felt the air freeze all around him at the mention of his mom, “M-mom… n-no.  No, you can’t!  Emma please-”

 

“OH!  So it was something bad after all…”  Emma grinned, revealing her true nature, “Yeah, I thought so.  Yup, I could send this image to mom and you would be in sooooo much trouble.  Heck,” Emma leaned forward and barely said it, “She might shrink you.”

 

Tom had to hold back a horrified cry at the news.  Shrinking wasn’t something anyone looked forward to.  It was a permanent change.  Once you lost your size, you could never go back to being your original height.  It was a harsh punishment saved for the most improper or devious people.  Which was why anyone shrunken was not viewed as a normal person, they were just things, objects, or worse.  Tom had never felt like he had upset his mother enough to warrant shrinking.  There was just one rule in the house, that if anyone was held back a year, they would be shrunken, instead of repeating the year.  Tom never feared this rule since he always got good grades, but the fact that his mother had it, meant she wasn’t opposed to shrinking a child…

 

Tom started to beg, “NO!  No Emma, please!  I swear… I swear I’ll do ANYTHING!  Just please delete the image-”

 

Emma jerked away from the bed and laughed as she kept the phone well out of reach, “NOPE!  Hehehe, no way!  Why would I get ride of such a golden opportunity?”

 

“Golden,” Tom repeated confused as to what Emma was getting at.

 

“Yup,” Emma practically giggled as she walked around Tom’s room looking at the various things as she talked.  “To think, I came home early because I left my running shoes in my room, and here you are being such a bad big brother.  Now, with proof… it sounds like you would do anything as long as I have this,” Emma mocked as she showed the perfectly depicted image of Tom jerking off and climaxing into the panties around his cock.  There was no way anyone would mistaken the picture as an accident or someone else.  Tom was fucked.

 

“W-what are you saying,” Tom asked not liking where this was going.  “Are… are you blackmailing me?”

 

Emma was at the doorway about to leave the room, “Mmm, maybe.”  She gave Tom a look, an evil and twisted look.  “I’ll let you know when I have a job for you to do.”  Than with a flash, her evil look went back to that of a sweet loving sister look, “Bye big bro!”  Emma practically skipped away humming like she was the luckiest person in the world right now.

 

Tom was feeling the complete opposite.  

 

 

 

 

 

Tom sat at the dinner table trying to ignore the look Emma kept shooting him.  It was the same one she had on this afternoon.  Tom looked down at the plate of food and didn’t have the stomach to eat.  The food was less than appealing, with the weight of Emma catching him in the act of release and blackmailing him, it felt like there was a rock in his stomach.  The feeling of despair sat heavy in his gut.  Yet he couldn’t not show up for dinner, it was the one time they all joined together as a family.

 

Their mother sat at the head of the table, with Tom near the other end.  Emma sat across from him, and his two twin sisters Charolette and Olivia were closest to their mother.  The twins looking similar, except Charolette decided to grow out her hair past her shoulders, where Olivia preferred more of a short tomboyish cut.  Other than that, even Tom wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.  Charolette and Olivia were sharing their wonderful day with their mom, and Tom tried to keep the lack of joy from showing.  He wasn’t paying much attention so when his mother asked what he did today, he missed the question.

 

“Tom,” She called out again.

 

This made him jump a little, “Huh?”  Everyone was looking at Tom for his answer, but he didn’t hear the question the first time.  “Sorry, what was the question?”

 

Tom’s mother looked slightly worried, “I was asking how your day was, are you okay?  You seem troubled.”

 

“Oh, yeah, no.  I’m fine, just uh, not really hungry,” Tom told her.  He shrugged, “It was okay.  Nothing  much happened.”

 

A snicker came from Emma across the table making Tom look at her.  The noise brought their mother’s attention over to her, “And what’s so funny?” Emma looked innocently at their mother as if she were an angel.

 

“Oh that Tom forgot about what happened today.  It was really important,” Emma said smiling between both Tom and their mother.

 

Tom felt his heart leap at what Emma said.  Was she going to tattle on him now?  Tom felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise, as all attention at the table was directed at him again, “Wh-what?”

 

Tom’s mom final repeated what she said, “What happened today?”  She looked between both Tom and Emma trying to figure out what was going on.

 

Tom’s tongue was dry as Emma went on, “Come on Tom, don’t you remember what happened this afternoon?  When I came home?”  Tom felt his hands and body start to sweat as his sister was obviously hinting at what he did.  Gulping, Tom tried to think how he could spin this on his sister.  She snuck into his room?  She set him up?  However none of it would help his situation.  He was still stuck in this nightmare. 

 

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tom spoke.  

 

Emma kept the pressure on him, “Oh, of course you do… don’t your remember what happened in your room,” She egged him on.

 

Tom’s mom let out a sigh, “Will someone tell me what’s going on between you two?”

 

Emma just shrugged and said, “Alright, if Tom won’t say anything I’ll just have to tell everyone.”  Tom’s mouth hung open as Emma went on without letting him speak up, “Tom offered to help me with my homework after dinner.”

 

Tom finally felt his heart start to beat again.  “I… I did?”

 

Emma nodded, “Yeah, I asked you when I got home, remember silly,” Emma grinned.  Tom could see it in the corner of the grin how much she enjoyed seeing him squirm from the fear of his secret being revealed to his mother.

 

“Ri-right,” Tom nodded slowly, “I must have forgot.”

 

“Really now,” Their mother asked looking skeptical but finally just shrugged and accepted it.  “Okay, so whose hungry for desert?”

 

Tom watched his mother headed to the fridge and pull out a delicious looking cake.  It wasn’t till now that Tom felt his hunger come back and the look of the sweet snack much more appealing than the food on his plate.  Any worry that Tom had before, was in the back of his mind as he watched his mom cut some cake for the twins.  Finally Emma got a slice and his mother put one by him.  

 

“I think Tom should give me his slice too,” Emma cooed as she picked up her fork and started to eat her cake.  She let out a delighted sound, “Oh yeah… that’s good.”

 

Tom was stunned by Emma’s words, “What?  No way,” Tom protested.

 

Their mother also seemed to agree with Tom, “Honey, you have your slice leave your brother's piece alone.”

 

Emma eyed Tom as she went on, “But it’s soooo good…” Emma complained as she finished her slice in less than a handful of bites.  “And I want more… Tom you don’t mind, riiiiiight,” Emma gave Tom a half smile.  The twisted grin on her side of the face that Tom could see, was blocked from their mother.  Tom was able to see the evil smirk creeping to one corner of her face.  Emma reached out slowly over the table toward the plate of cake.

 

“I didn’t think so, thanks,” Emma remarked as she slowly pulled the plate out of Tom’s reach.  Tom’s hunger vanished as he watched his cruel sister slowly devour his slice of cake in front of him.  “Mmm, this is like the best cake ever!”

 

Their mother let out a sound of protest, “Emma!”

 

Tom watched Emma give him a look, one that told him to stand up for her or else.  She was still smirking over the fork, “Uh, it’s fine mom… I-I wasn’t that hungry anyway,” Tom told her.

 

“Awww,” Both of the twins whined before Olivia said, “You could have given it to me!”

 

“No,” Charlotte correct, “It should have gone to me!  I’m your favorite sister, right?”  She asked with a pouty face.

 

Tom’s mother let out a deep sigh as she let the incident go, “Apparently Emma is Tom’s favorite sister.”

 

Emma beamed everyone with a smile, “Yup!”

 

Tom didn’t reply as he watched his evil little sister lick the frosting off her fork and went in for another bit.  The sounds of Emma's mouth munching on the cake filled the air.

 

After dinner was done, it was Tom’s turn for dishes.  He washed and cleaned all the plates.  He finally got something to eat, but it was just a little fork full and even that was hard to swallow.  When the choirs were done in the kitchen, he slowly started to walk up to his room.  As he passed by Emma’s room, with the door half open, Emma called out for him.  Tom paused and almost wanted to ignore her calls for him, but regretting what she might do, Tom headed into her room.

 

Emma was on her bed just casually reading what looked to be a beauty or teen magazine.  She didn’t even look up from her reading.

 

“What?”  Tom asked not able to hold back the grumble in his voice.

 

“Homework.”  Emma told him plainly.

 

“Oh,” Tom spoke, already forgetting her lie not even an hour ago.  “What did you need help with?  Which subject?”

 

Emma again, not looking up just pointed toward her desk as she kept reading, “All of it.”

 

“A-all of it,” Tom stuttered, “You need help with all your subjects?”

 

Finally Emma looked up from her work and gave him a dull look, “No.  I want you to finish ALL of my homework.”  Emma rolled her eyes, “It’s boring enough learning about it, I’m not going to waste my time on repeating it on paper for the teachers to grade.”

 

Tom wanted to groan at his sister’s words but finally just walked over and looked at the small stack of paper.  It was a lot of work…  this was going to take a few hours.  Tom started to work on his sister’s homework.   First was math.  Sure he graduated and passed freshman math, but it had been a few years, so he was kind of rusty on some of the material.  Any questions he asked his sister, she just shrugged and said, “You can figure it out.”  She wasn’t much help, Emma just continued to read her magazine while Tom did her homework.  By the time she was done reading, Tom still wasn’t done yet.  “Are you done yet?”  Emma asked sounding annoyed at his pace.

 

“Almost,” Tom spoke between girted teeth.

 

“You’re taking forever, I thought you passed freshman year,” Emma grumbled as she got off her bed.  “I’m going to get ready for bed.”  Emma left the bedroom and went to the bathroom.  Tom rolled his eyes at his bratty sister’s attitude toward him.  At least he was almost done.  Scribbling a little more down, Tom finished the homework and set the pencil down.

 

“Finally,” Tom sighed.

 

Emma came back just in time as Tom got up to leave his sister’s room.  “Wait,” Emma told him.

 

Tom stop walking and surprised a groan.  What now?

 

“I’ll be at track tomorrow,” Emma explained, “I want you to clean my room before I get home.”

 

“So what,” Tom complained, “I’m your slave now?”

 

Emma didn’t miss a beat, “Or, you can be smaller than my finger,” Emma retorted holding up the image on her phone for Tom to realize she was just one button away from sending the image to his mother’s phone.  

 

“… fine.”  Tom grumbled.

 

“Thought so,” Emma taunted.  “OH and don’t steal any of my underwear either, got it?”

 

 

 

 

 

Emma had a list of things she wanted Tom to do before she got home.  It first started with clean up her room.  Than it was have a snack ready for her.  Start a warm bath 10 minutes before she got home.  Than the list started to get longer before she got home.  He had to finish all her homework before dinner.  Any desserts or extra yummy food was always given to Emma.  That meant when they had Chinese food, she got his egg roll.  Tom would cover her night for dishes, if it were her night.  Finally he would have to always make sure her gym clothes and running shoes were cleaned and smelled fresh for the next day.  Tom hated this probably the most of all his choirs Emma had him doing.  Emma was an excellent runner, but she also pushed herself to the limit at practice.  That meant she sweated a lot.  Tom found out that her shoes had a very particular odor to them that just made him gag at the lightest sniff.  However he was forced to clean and defunk those shoes.  Tom found out after the first night that Emma’s shoes would always return to the horrible stinky stench after just one day of practice.  He didn’t know what Emma did to her shoes, but they could never seem to stay free of the putrid sweaty stench that seeped out from the insoles of her shoes. 

 

Normally a sane person would have just said no, but any protest that Tom did was meet with the same threat.  “Moooooom,” Emma would warning call out as she called out to their mother.

 

Tom would always cave at the last second as Emma prepared to reveal his dirty secret to his mother.  This wasn’t so bad… not as bad as being shrunken.  Tom would endure this punishment as long as it would take.  Heck maybe after a year or two Emma would give up and stop blackmailing him.  He would be going off to college by than, there was no way she would be able to blackmail him if he wasn’t home.  However 2 years was a long time, maybe too long for him to not crack under the constant commands his sister kept sneaking to him.  The question would be if she grew tired of ordering him around.  Tom wasn’t so sure, if he could take that chance.  Already it was wearing him down.

 

Tom had just finished defunking his sister’s shoes and the smell still lingered in his nose as he headed to his room.  He just wanted to lay down and go to sleep.  As tired as Tom was, it hadn’t even been a full week yet.  Flopping down on his bed he hardly heard his other sisters enter the doorway.

 

“Heeeeey Tooooom,” Olivia’s voice sang out at him.

 

“Mmmm, what,” Tom groaned not looking.  “Can’t you see I’m tired,” Tom complained not caring how he acted toward his other sisters.

 

“Olivia,” Charlotte complained, “He’s ignoring us.”

 

The whining in her voice was like a nail to Tom’s head.  “Ugh…” He sat up, “What?  What do you want,” He asked sounding pissed off but more tired than angry.  He looked toward his sisters and saw both girls grinning at him.  It was a similar look that Emma had, one that never sat well with Tom.

 

“We want you to clean our rooms tomorrow too,” Olivia told Tom with a grinning response.

 

“What?  Why the hell would I clean both your rooms,” Tom scoffed at the childish demand of his little sister.

 

“Cause,” Olivia remarked rocking back and forth on her heels, “Emma told us she’s got a bad naughty picture of youuuu,” Olivia cooed.

 

Tom froze, his next words at that comment were slow.  She wouldn’t… did Emma tell them?  “Wh-what are you talking about?  I don’t know what you-”

 

Charlotte giggled, “Emma said you would say that.  She also said,” Charlotte imitated Emma, “If you don’t listen to your sisters, you can be sure mom will shrink to the size of an acorn…”

 

Tom felt his heart slide deeper into his chest at those words.  She wouldn’t, would she?

 

“Jeez bro,” Olivia laughed, “What did you do?  Has to be something really naughty if it means mom’s going to shrink you.  What did you do, steal like $20 from her?”

 

“Soooo,” Charlotte called out, “Are you going to clean my room?  If so I would like you to change my bed sheets too.”

 

“OH!  Dust my room too,” Olivia added laughing, “I’m pretty sure it’s a little dusty and could use it.  Also,” Olivia snickered, “I want tomorrow’s night dessert, I heard mom is making pudding!”

 

Charlotte let out gasp, “Hey no fair I want two cups of pudding!”

 

Olivia stuck out her tongue, “Too bad I called it!”  The twins bickered as they started to leave Tom’s room.  The two girl’s voices slowly dying down as they went further down the hallway.  Leaving Tom who was feeling even more hopeless as now it wasn’t just one sister ordering him around, but three.  His life wouldn’t be the same.

 

 

 

 

 

Having to follow Emma’s commands was bad enough, but having to follow Charlotte and Olivia’s orders too was exhausting.  Tom couldn’t get any rest.  After one sister was done using him, one of the others would find him and give him a job to do.  Fetch a soda for Charlotte, once he got one Olivia wanted a sandwich.  By the time he was done making one, Emma would find him and order him to give her some pocket money for shopping with her friends.  Than Olivia would be coming around the corner wanting him to clip her nails.  Charlotte wanted a massage.  Emma needed someone to drive her to the mall, he had to carry every bag of clothing she bought with HIS money.  When he got home, Charlotte demand he do her homework, which would be followed up by the other two giving the same exact order.  Tom felt so used and exhausted.  Relearning the same stupid school subjects he passed a few years ago.  Luckily it wasn’t so bad after learning it the first time, but still it wasn’t a walk in the park.  

 

After a few more weeks of being his sister’s living servant, he was up to his neck in work and choirs.  He was single handily cleaning their rooms, the bathroom, doing the dishes, making snacks and food.  Probably the worse part was his mother’s lack of observation, or care.  The fact he was in the kitchen “helping” his sister with their night for cleaning dishes hit him hard.  Or making a quick snack for someone.  Heck anyone could see that he wasn’t enjoying it, but she never lifted an eyebrow rather than saying, “Oh what a nice brother you are.”  Tom wanted to scream at her or someone about this, but that would just bring up why he was doing it, and than the picture would be revealed.  Something that would lead to a worse fate than doing little labors for his siblings.

 

So this was Tom’s new life, being a butler for his three little sisters.  Doing menial jobs that he was commanded to do.  After the first few weeks, Tom sadly grew accustom to the sounds of one or two of his sisters calling out his name.  “Tom get me a drink.”  “Tom my feet are sore, rub them.”  “Tom do my homework.”  “Tom, where are my brownies, I wanted them 10 minutes ago.”  “Tom!  This is not what I wanted to drink!”  “TOM!  YOU DIDN’T WASH MY CLOTHES RIGHT!”  “TOM MY SHOES STILL SMELL!”

 

It was enough to make tom want to jump off the roof of the house.  Groaning and rolling his eyes at the millionth command he was given today, he headed to the kitchen to correct the mistake of mixing three ice cubes instead of two, which “watered” down Olivia’s soda.  He slowly but surely made what had to be the third cup of soda for his sister as he shuffled his feet toward the living room, waiting for another “mistake” with her desired drink.  Not enough soda to ice ratio?  Too close to room temperature? The wrong cup?  Tom didn’t know how but Olivia find a new way to call out his mistake.

 

Heading back to the living room, Tom headed over to the small couch that Olivia and Charlotte were sitting on.  Both twins watching TV as Tom handed the drink to Olivia.  To his utter shock and surprise, she took a sip, and didn’t complain.  Apparently he found the right balance for the drink.  Seeing his sister satisfied, Tom headed out of the room when he heard Olivia call out, “Where do you think your going.”

 

Tom fought back the words to argue and fight with the obnoxious words in his mouth, “To the kitchen.”

 

Charlotte spoke up next, “POPCORN.” She demanded.

 

“Yeah!”  Olivia chimed in, “We want popcorn.  Go make us some popcorn!”

 

Tom grumbled, “Fine.”  Heading back into the kitchen, Tom started to make a bowl of popcorn for his sisters.  When he returned he was surprised to see Emma standing by the couch watching TV too.  Handing the bowl of popped corn, Tom said, “here.”

 

“Mmmm,” Olivia said shoving a mouthful into her mouth.  “OH!”  She sputtered out as a few kernels came out of her mouth.  Something Tom was sure he would need to clean that up later.  “It’s on!”  The sudden remark made both sister scoot into the filled couch taking up more space than before.  They wiggled and took up the full amount of the couch as the “show” started to come on the TV screen.

 

Tom couldn’t care less about whatever show his little sisters were watching, instead he figured he might as well leave the siblings alone while he had some alone time with himself from the three.  Heading out of the room, he was suddenly stopped when Emma’s voice called out in a commanding voice.  “Tooom.”  Tom stopped walking and did his best not to glare at his evil sister as she called out for him.  “Come here,” She beckoned for him to come over to her side.  Tom was hesitant but finally shuffled over toward Emma.  “Take a seat,” She told Tom, pointing to the side of the couch near her feet.

 

Tom rolled his eyes.  Great, now he was going to be forced to endure some stupid thing that his sister had planned for him.  What would it be, clean her feet during the show?  Or maybe rub her back while she watched this girly drama show?  Tom huffed as he ended up sitting down, crossing his legs as he sat down on the ground next to the couch, “what now…” he muttered waiting for the stupid command to come next.

 

“Don’t move.”  Emma ordered.

 

Tom looked ahead at the TV, eyes just dazed and bored.  Waiting for his next stupid order- 

 

The back of Emma’s legs shuffled in front of Tom.  His eyes blinked and adjusted as his sister towered over him, her back presented toward him.  Her mini skirt hanging right at his eye level as her backside eclipsed the TV screen from view.  She took a quick look back before turning her head back toward the screen.  “You didn’t think I was going to sit on the floor, did you,” She asked not looking back with that comment.

 

Tom frowned at her words.  He was about to move to the side to make room, when Emma stepped backwards.  Tom felt his sister’s feet press down on his legs and pin them to the ground as she backed up on him.

 

Tom let out a cry of alarm at the weight of his sister standing on his legs when her backside came crashing down into his face.  His shouts of pain were cut off as Emma sat her back side right into his face.  Her skirt drawn over his open mouth before her weight was pushed into his face and sending his neck backwards.  Emma sat down directly on his head, her feet still pinning his legs to the ground as she slowly applied more and more weight to Tom’s face.  By the time all her weight was crushing his neck into his spine, he was unable to move as Emma kept his body straighten and pinned in a sitting position.  Tom’s arms shot up and grabbed and held onto Emma’s backside trying to push her off his weak face, but in doing so, his arms were forced to hold her weight up with his face and arms.  If Tom so much as let just a little pressure off his open hands, than Emma’s full weight would most likely snap his neck.  If he wanted to keep from breaking his collar bone, he would have to support Emma’s full body weight with his left and right hand, along with his face.  

 

“EMMMAAAA!”  Tom screamed a muffled cry into her backside as she wiggled her little back side to get comfy.

 

“Shhh!”  Emma ordered, “The show is starting.  Be a good chair and shut up,” She let out a laugh that was accompanied by the other two’s giggles in the room.

 

“How’s it feel,” Olivia asked Emma.  “Is he comfy?”

 

Emma moved slightly backwards pushing Tom’s protesting head back even more, rubbing his face deeper into her rear, “Ehhh, it’s okay.  Kind of bumpy.”  Emma told her.

 

Charlotte giggled, “Big bro is just a human chair now.  Thankfully we got our snacks first right,” Charlotte laugh was followed by the crunching of what Tom could only assume was the handful of popcorn.  

 

“Gut uff mu,” Tom groaned as he tried to throw his sister off him, however she was too heavy.  Tom wasn’t an athletic kid, and having someone easily his body weight and maybe a little more, suddenly pin him to the ground wasn’t helping.  His neck screamed in pain and his arms felt like they were going to snap from his sister’s body weight.  Tom couldn’t get his legs to unfold as Emma kept her feet planted firmly on his knees.  His bowed legs were unable to bend upward.  He was literally stuck here until Emma moved her fat ass off his face.  Which didn’t seem like it was going to be anytime soon.

 

Tom’s cries and protest were either too muffled or no one in the room cared what he had to say as Emma kept her backside firmly planted on the top of his face.  His forehead to his chin mashed into her butt as her skirt and ass warped around his face as she slowly molded her body around him.  Emma for the most part didn’t move much, she kept her buttocks pushing down into Tom.  Tom’s hand kept her butt cheeks from enclosing all the way around his face, but his arms were getting tired.  It wouldn’t be long before they gave out from holding his sister’s body weight up.  “Emmmmaaaaaaa,” Tom groaned into her butt, “I can’t… I can’t-”

 

A blast of hot air stabbed at Tom’s throat and nose as Emma ripped a silent but deadly fart in his face.  The sudden gust of hot air was too surprising for Tom to recognize it on it’s own.  It took a few seconds before the stench crawled further up his nostrils and into his brain.  The stink than told him what happened.  Tom let out a disgusted howl while his body shook.  However rather than giving Emma a slight jostling from below, Tom couldn’t move anymore.  He was subjected to Emma’s gas attack.  Tom let out a horrible sound as Emma snorted, and chuckled.   Tom wasn’t sure if she was laughing at him or the TV, but it felt like it was directed at him.

 

Coughing after Emma’s fart, Tom groaned from the strain and lack of fresh air after such a rancid smelling stench.  Still Emma didn’t get up off his face.  In fact if anything after the silent fart, it seemed she was more intent on staying seated.  Tom’s arms shook as he tried to lift Emma off his face, or at least separate his nose from her back side.  A slight gap between Emma’s ass and Tom’s face opened up, and the fresh air of clean and fart free oxygen flowed between Emma butt and Tom’s face.  Tom taking as much needed air in as he could while letting out a weak gasp.

 

This lasted for a good half second before Emma’s overbearing weight nearly shattered his wrist as he was forced to drop Emma back down on his protesting face.  Colliding his nostrils back into her butt and eyes shrouded in the darkness caused by her booty.  Emma either didn’t notice Tom was lifting her up, or just didn’t care.  She respectively continued to watch her TV show not feeling much sympathy for her brother underneath her.

 

After the first 15 minutes or so, Tom found he could alternate his arms and face, switching between which part of his body to hold the blunt of his sister’s weight with.  That would give parts of his body time to rest and recharge, without having his neck and back give out from his sister’s crushing ass.  However for Tom’s legs, being stepped on and sitting crossed legged, he felt them lose feeling a while ago.  His sister’s heels and the flat of her feet kept them pinned down and unmoving.  Tom literately couldn’t feel anything past his knees.  It would be a miracle if he would be able to stand anytime soon.  The sleeping limbs sent shooting spikes of sharp pain up his body letting him know that they wanted to move but were unable to.  

 

Tom wished this was the worse of it, but his sister was cruel.  It seemed she didn’t just have to fart just once but multiple times.  Each one ranging from different degrees.  Quick and short burst, spewing the gas with a slightly mocking tone at him.  Other times long and hissing like leaks of hot fumes that would slowly crawl over his face.  Those were the worse, as Tom would let out muffled cries of help and objection at the new smell slowly blossoming out of Emma’s butt crack.  He could feel the warm air slowly moving toward his nose and than that’s when the scent would hit his sniffer.  Emma must have been enjoying this because she never once apologized to him.  She just continued to use him as a chair, letting little gas bombs escape while she watched TV.

 

It didn’t take too much longer after the toots, that Tom learned to breath with his mouth wide open.  To suck in air the best he could with his mouth and not nose.  That way he didn’t have to smell the foul air that kept escaping his sister’s ass.  However it didn’t stop her from farting.  It seemed every few minutes a sputter or vibration came from above Tom.  It was disgusting beyond belief.  A feeling he swore he would constantly feel on his face from now on.

 

Things only got worse when he heard Emma announce, “I need to use the bathroom, but I don’t want to miss anything.”  Tom felt his face scrunch up in disgust at the thought of his sister using the bathroom and what he was presented with was just a sample or taste of what was going to come out of her back side.

 

“You better hurry up during the next commercial,” Olivia remarked.  “The big reveal is coming next, and you DON’T want to miss it.”

 

Charlotte chimed in, “Yeah, this is the season finale, it’s suppose to be a big twist.”

 

“Well now I definitely don’t want to leave,” Emma complained as she started to shift on top of Tom.

 

Tom felt his knees scream in pain as Emma started to stand up.  Tom felt the cool refreshing air hit his face and his tired arms lowering down from his head as Emma lifted her backside off of Tom’s head.  Tom let out a deep gasp with his mouth as he took in whatever clean fresh air he could.  Durring his mid inhale, Tom’s eyes opened and to his complete horror he watched as Emma quickly reached behind her.  She flipped her mini skirt up, flashing her underwear to him.  Her fingers hooked around the lining of her undergarment and yanked them down, revealing her unclothed booty.  Tom’s open mouth was of pure shock and confusion as he was still gasping for air.  Emma wasted no time as her backside came back downward, while holding up her miniskirt.

 

“Noo-” Tom let out as his hands barely had time to come up as Emma plopped her bare butt down on his face.  

 

The room was silent besides Tom’s muffled cries and protested redoubled now that his sister’s naked ass was effectively covering his forced open mouth.  His gaping maw was wide open and couldn’t be shut as Emma’s butt held it pried open.  The sound of the TV playing in the background filled the room, but neither of the twins were saying anything.  If they noticed Emma putting her ass on Tom’s face, they didn’t comment.

 

Tom’s sore and tired body tried to find the source of energy to escape, to run away or throw Emma off of him, but he was too weak.  How he didn’t collapse now was a miracle on it’s own.  Struggling and trying to pry his sister off of him, Tom felt his body grow cold when a gurgle was heard and he felt Emma shifting on top of him.  The gurgling rumble echoed over his face.  Tom let out a horrified scream upward and tried to turn his face away from his sister, but her backside had him firmly gripped.

 

Than it happened.  Emma gave no warning, no verbal hint as to when, only the sign of her body starting to tense up let Tom know what was happening.  The feeling of something wrong and off hit Tom when Emma tensed up and started to relax her backside.  It was only now that Tom felt beads of sweat rolling down his neck and body.  It didn’t take too long till something touched the inside of his mouth.  The taste and smell filled his mouth as Tom let out a high pitched scream for mercy, that went unheard.  Tom felt Emma starting to shit in his mouth.  The object going unhindered as he couldn’t close or move his face away.  Emma stayed firmly planted on top of his face as she dropped her log of poo.  The sausage like object went the only way it could, downward as it went mostly uninterrupted, especially with Tom’s widen throat releasing a blood curling scream.  The moment the foreign object started to get lodged in his throat, Tom had to stop screaming.  It was threatening to chock him if he kept it up.  He had only one choice, gag down the object so he could breath.  The hot nasty gunk crawling down his throat was slowly pushed and gulped down.  Tom wouldn’t be able to tell, but he was sure his throat was bulging at the shape of the object being passed.  As horrible large as the first release was, the second wasn’t so bad.  The size, however, was not the issue it was the fact that it was dropped in his mouth.  The longer it stayed in Tom’s jaw the more he could distinguish what it was.  He felt his body shake as he wanted to throw up right there, but he couldn’t.  It was like his body knew it wouldn’t end well for him as Emma stayed seated on his face.  She let a few farts empty into his disgusted mouth, but refused to get off Tom.  The longer Emma sat on Tom the more he felt the last bit of Emma’s dung make it’s way toward the slight inclined hole the first went.  Inevitably it soon joined the rest of Emma’s bowel movement and Tom could do nothing except support Emma who let out a laugh at the show she was watching… or maybe it was at Tom’s fate.

 

Finally after Tom felt his body weaken to the point he was felt his going to pass out and die, Emma got up off him.

 

“That was amazing.  I wonder what their going to do next season,” Emma spoke as she pulled up her underwear back under her miniskirt.  Tom collapsed gagging and coughing and spitting.  He wanted to puke.  The feeling of sludge already crawling upward.  

 

Tom made a disgusted sound as he tried to get his weakened and paralyzed legs moving.  They were still asleep so Tom was crawling across the floor, unable to stand.  He wanted to reach the kitchen for the trash can, but only made it to the sink.  Before he could think otherwise, everything came out of his mouth as he dove for the kitchen sink.  Tom heaved and puked, vomiting everything out of his gut and into the sink.  Hitting the water he watched the sink act like the toilet he was just used as… the mess slowly draining down the sink pipe.  Tom dry heaved one more time before finding he couldn’t anymore.

 

His sisters didn’t bother him as he continued to look into the sink praying he got all the nasty shit out of himself.  

 

 

 

 

Tom laid in bed.  He refused to leave his room the rest of the night.  His mother went to check on him, but he told her he wasn’t feeling good.  After setting some soup and fizzy soda on his bed stand, she left him in peace.  Luckily his sister did the same, not bothering giving him anymore orders.  Instead, Tom was left to his own weary self, glumly dwelling with what had transpired this afternoon.  Tom didn’t know if he slept or was awake all night, he just knew that the next time he opened his eyes it was morning.  The sound of the bathroom door closing filled the silent air.  Tom sighed, feeling a little better that yesterday was over.

 

Rolling over in his bed he looked at the cold soup and flat soda.  Sipping the soda he was glad it help erase some of the memories of Emma and the linger taste that clung to his mouth.  Laying back down Tom tried to think of what to do.  There was no way he could tell his mom without Emma using her image to get back at him.  Mutual destruction and all…

 

“What the fuck,” Tom said hopelessly unsure what to do.

 

There was a soft creek as he heard his door open.

 

It was Charlotte she was standing in the door way looking a little nervous.

 

Tom felt like he should yell at her or say something mean, but he couldn’t.  “What?”

 

“Tom… I need help,” She said sounding worried.

 

“Help?  What do you need help for?’

 

“Well…” Charlotte said as she slowly walked into the room and closing the door.  She got closer to Tom.  “Olivia… she’s in the bathroom.”

 

Tom frowned.  “Okay… and??”

 

“I need to go too…” Charlotte complained.  “She’s going to take forever and I have to go pee.  So… can you be a big bro and let me use you like Emma did the other day?”

 

Before Tom could say anything Charlotte stood in the center of the room and continued, “Emma said if you refuse, mom wont be the only person getting the picture.  She’s going to send it to everyone at school, so there’s no way you wont get shrunk.”  The look on Charlotte’s face was one of pure victory as she knew that Tom had no choice now.  If there was anyway that his mother even thought of sparing him from shrinking, there would be at least one or two others out there that would think otherwise.  He was doomed.  Charlotte giggled at the look on his petrified face, “Now… I got to pee, so,” Charlotte pointed at the floor in front of her, “Be a good big brother- ops, I mean toilet.  Be a good toilet and open up...”

Tom sat at the dinner table oblivious to the world around him.  

 

His mother was chatting away again about what everyone's day was like.  It didn’t help that Tom had little to no appetite for the food on his plate.  It seemed his siblings were much more interested in his food than he was.  They had already made up a code of who got what from him.  Pizza?  Charolette made sure to pick off any pepperoni from his pizza slices.  Hamburgers?  Olivia had dibs on any fries he wanted to eat with the meal.  As for Emma… it was sweets.  Tom hadn’t had any dessert since she caught him in the nasty habit of jerking off.  Weeks without getting a bowl of ice cream, or a piece of cake, or heck even a single fresh baked cookie. 

 

Tom was looking down at his dissected pizza, just scraps of cheese and holes of where his toppings used to be was all that remained for his meal.  He was still distracted in his pity when he heard Olivia ask their mother for a sleep over.  Normally he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but the way Charolette let out a delighted giggle toward Tom had him worried.  It made him perk up at the question she was asking.  He looked between the two twins who were sneaking glances at him while their mother thought it over.  Tom felt his stomach squeeze and clench down at the two terrible twins making plans involving him.  It was writing all over their faces, they were plotting something with him in mind.  Normally, Tom wouldn’t mind his twins giving him orders instead of Emma.  However ever since Emma raised the bar by using him as a…

 

Any of Tom’s appetite vanished at the thought of that day, and the many days that followed it.  Each of his sisters tried to catch him and attempt to copy such a horrible feat.  Tom wouldn’t say he was lucky, but none of them were able to.  They either didn’t have the time to repeat it or couldn’t work up the courage or strength to follow through.  Still it didn’t stop Emma, Charolette, and Olivia each trying to order him to get ready to eat their-

 

The voice of Tom’s mom brought him out of his nightmare, “I don’t know… I need to take Emma to Grandma’s house and wont be back till later.  I guess if Tom doesn’t mind watching over you girls for most of the night,” their mother suggested.  Everyone looking at Tom for his answer.

 

Olivia and Charolette gave Tom a pleased look that went unnoticed by their mom.  Tom would have easily said no, and ruined their night and any plans.  However, with his video hanging over his head, he just slumped in his seat and said, “Okay.”

 

“YAAH,” Olivia cheered jumping out of her seat at the table and started to do a victory dance, “Gonna have a slumber party… gonna have a slumber party!”

 

Tom was probably the least excited for it, but maybe with Charolette and Olivia’s friends over they would be too distracted to bother him for the rest of the night?  He could only hope and pray that was true.  The voice of their annoyed mother calling for Olivia to take her seat again, killed her dancing.  Still she and Charolette seemed extremely thrilled at the news.  They were busy grinning and eating their pizza, Charolette with extra helping of pepperoni and cheese on her slice plucked from Tom’s piece.

 

Emma let out a depressed sigh before giving Tom a message his mother wouldn’t hear, “Sounds like you’re going to have a fun tomorrow, just don’t forget that I’ll have to make up our missed time.”  The warning that Emma gave Tom was chilling and went equally unnoticed by their mother.  Tom felt a sickening feeling crawl up his spine at the warning that Emma gave him.

 

Tom didn’t like what she meant by that, but he had little say in it.  He was at the mercy of his siblings and whatever wicked plans they all had concocted for him.

 

 

 

“We’ll be back around midnight tonight… the girls should be in bed by than.  They shouldn’t be too much trouble for you,” Tom’s mom told him as she started to leave with Emma.  Tom’s mom wasn’t packing too much but they were bringing a few things over to his grandmothers place.  

 

Looking back, Tom examined all the new girls that were in Charolette’s and Olivia’s class.  Each girl had their own sleep over gear.  They brought a small sleep over bag, pillow, and other stuff in sleep bags or backpacks.  There was Tinna, the most cheerful looking one of the group.  Always smiling like an innocent angel would be doing.  However if she were friends with Olivia and Charolette that couldn’t be the whole truth.  Vivian, or Vivi for short, was the shy quite one of the group.  She seemed to have her eyes locked onto Tom the whole time she had been here.  Than lastly there was Jessica.  Jessica wouldn’t be called fat, she was just a little chubbier than the others.  

 

Looking back at his mom Tom nodded, “Okay.  I’ll see you later tonight.”

 

Tom’s mother looked worried, “Are you sure you’re okay?  You really seem to be out of it the past week or so,” She asked concerned.   The worry in his mom’s voice was sweet, but her worry and concern was something that would only spell more disaster for him if she found out why. 

 

Tom gave a forced smile, “I’m just tired… from school and stuff.  I’ll be fine.”

 

“Okay sweetie,” She said kissing him on the forehead before saying goodbye to the girls and that they need to behave.

 

Tom watched his mom and Emma get in the car and drive off.  No sooner had they left did Tom get a weird feeling.  Turning away from the window he was looking out of, once spun around he saw that all five girls still standing there looking at him.  It was creepy and unnerving.  No one speaking but the look on their faces, each of the girls, told him that there was something going on.

 

Finally Vivi was the first one to talk, “So he has to do whatever we say?”

 

Tom’s mouth hung open in shock of what he just heard.  What?

 

Tinna laughed with that cheerful smile, “So he’s our slave right?!  Oh this is going to be fun!”

 

Tom turned to his two smirking sisters, “YOU TOLD THEM?!”

 

“Slave,” Jessica said pointing right at Tom and let out a demanding voice, “Make me a sandwich!”

 

“Wha-what I’m not going to-”

 

Charolette simple started to pull out her smart phone.  She unlocked the phone screen and showed him that she had mom on speed dial.  The threat was clear as day.  Now he knew why all the girls were excited for tonight…

 

Tom gritted his teeth and held back a sneer, “What kind of sandwich do you want?”

 

Jessica looked thrilled at the news of his compliance, “I don’t know, oh… do you have peanut butter?  I’d like a PB and J, obviously with the crust cut off, duh,” Jessica told him like it was common sense to cut the crust off her sandwich.

 

Tom slowly headed into the kitchen to do as he was order, and soon had the horde of girls following him.  Vivi was asking questions, “So like what can we make him do?”

 

“Anything you want,” Olivia told her.

 

“ANYTHING?!”  All the girls sounded so excited and thrilled at the news of having Tom being their personal THING for the night.

 

“Yup, want us to prove it,” Olivia asked them.  The girls were all nodding with excited agreement, all wanting proof.  Olivia grinned, “Okay.”  Tom was busy using a knife to put some peanut butter on a piece of bread when Olivia called out to him.  “Tom, turn the stove on.”  Tom rolled his eyes with his back turned to everyone so they couldn’t see the act of annoyance.  Great, now what was he going to have to make them?  

 

“Now what,” Tom asked as he saw the stove starting to really heat up now.

 

“Put your hand on it,” Olivia told him nonchalantly.

 

Tom felt his heart stop at those words.  What… did he just hear her right.  “Huh?”

 

“Put,” Olivia said again in a darker, and more controlling tone, “Your hand… on the stove.”

 

“Yo-you can’t be se-serious,” Tom spoke up feeling a cold sweat already breaking out all over him.  Would she really make him do it?  He couldn’t!  It’ll burn his hand!  No fucking way was he going to do that.

 

Olivia grinned, “Than I’m telling mom, right now!”

 

Tom glanced back at the red stove and tried to convince himself that he could take shrinking… he could.  How bad could it be compared to a burnt hand?  Still… Tom gulped as he slowly started to reach out his hand out to the stove.  He slowly was bringing his hand closer to the deep red glowing stove top-

 

“SIKE!”  Olivia blurted out while exploding into laughter.  Tom couldn’t help but jump back in alarm a the noise that Olivia had made.

 

“Oh my god, he was going to do it,” Tiffan cheered.  “He was going to burn his own hand…”

 

Vivi looked in awe at what she witnessed, “So He’ll do anything.”

 

Jessica quickly added, “Did you finish my sandwich yet?”

 

Tom looked at his sisters who seemed just as pleased at his compliance, as the new girls were at his attempt of burning his own hand.  Olivia quickly pointed to the stove, “Put that out before you burn something.  Oh, and don’t forget to finish Jessica’s sandwich, you heard her, she’s hungry.  Alright let’s head upstairs while he does his job,” Olivia said leading the girls upstairs to their room.  Jessica was the only one that didn’t leave.  She seemed really fascinated at the sandwich he was making for her.  Tom finished with cutting the crust off and giving it to Jessica.

 

She took it and bite into the sandwich.  Satisfied with the decently made food, she went to leave without so much as a thank you to Tom for making the sandwich.  

 

“Great,” Tom said still shuddering over the idea of almost burning his hand.  “First Emma… than the twins… how many more people were going to boss me around?”  Tom was about to slump down to the kitchen floor, when he heard a voice shout out at him.

 

Tinna was yelling out from the top of upstairs, “Sllllaaaaaveeeeee, I’m hungry toooooooo, make me fooooooood!”

 

A quick chime in from all the other girls from downstairs and soon Tom was back to making food for 4 more bratty kids.  

 

 

 

 

 

So far Tom had been used as just an errand boy for the girls delight.  Going up and down the stairs non-stop getting and bring items or food for them.  He brought the sandwiches up, but they also needed drinks.  Bringing the cups and drinks up for them, but now they wanted snacks.  Making popcorn and bringing a bag of chips up stairs, but now everyone’s cups were empty.  Now he had to get them all refills.  Tom felt his legs getting sore from all the stair climbing and descending.  The only positive side to all this was at least he was getting some exercise… wait he hated exercising!

 

As Tom headed upstairs for the hundredth time today, he once again walked into Charolette and Olivia’s room.  All the girls had their sleeping stuff out and pajama on since they got there.  Each one in bright girly colored clothing even thought it was still pretty early.  They were forming a semi circle around something on the ground as they were chatting away like everything was normal.

 

Tom was so close to spitting out his greeting at his arrival to the girls, “Your drinks.”  Any more venom in his voice, and he was sure the girls would have punished him.

 

“Finally,” Jessica groaned, “You’re so slow…”

 

“He is, isn’t he,” Charolette commented.  “Don’t get caught slacking again, or else,” Charolette laughed at her command to him.

 

“Hey look he’s struggling,” Tinna giggled pointing to something on the ground.  At first Tom thought she was talking about him, but his eyes looked toward something else.  It was something that Olivia was stepping on, something under her socked foot.  The girls were all more interested in the object than with Tom.  Each of their attention on the thing underfoot, forgetting about Tom and his try of drinks.

 

Olivia was letting out a laugh, “What a fighter… too bad!”  She started to twist her sock foot a little, making a grinding imprint into the carpet. 

 

“Careful, don’t break him,” Jessica warned.  “My sister will get mad at me.  She doesn't know I’m borrowing him.”

 

Tom’s eyes grew wide looking at the struggling little man under Olivia’s sock covered foot.  All the demonic girls were enjoying the sight of the tiny man struggling to break free and out from under Olivia’s toes.  However he was having any true effect in pulling himself out from under them.  His struggles were in vain.

 

“Oh come on, you can try harder than that,” Tinna teased.  She squatted down and poked her finger at the small man’s head.  Probing his face all over as she chanted, “Try harder, try harder, come on…”

 

Tom normally wouldn’t have cared what the girls were doing, but the thought of him possibly shrinking and ending up like the poor person down there… it was horrifying to think about.  To be honest this wasn't even that bad of a treatment for someone as small as that.  There were countless things that they were commonly used for, and all of those treatments made this one look so tame.

 

“TIME!”  Charolette announced before Olivia lifted her foot.

 

Olivia pouted and removed her foot, “Oh boo… oh!  Tom you got our drinks.”  Olivia came over to pluck her drink out of his hands as he watched Charolette grinning.  It looked to be her turn, as she started to place her foot slowly down on the small man’s lower body.  

 

“My turn…”  The small cries could be heard throughout the room as each girl let out their own delighted sounds at the noises the tiny perosns was making.

 

“Wh-what going on,” Tom asked not really wanting to know the answer as Olivia slurped her juice.

 

“Oh, Jessica brought a tiny over.  We’re just playing with him.  But we only get to have a few minutes each,” Olivia pouted.  “And I wanted to step on him more...oh? Oh…” Olivia started to chuckle as she downed more of her juice til she was finished.  “Hey bro, lay down on the ground okay?  Face up.”

 

Tom frowned at the order.  “Wh-”

 

Olivia pointed down on the ground and said, “No questions, do it.”  The command for him to follow her order was given and Tom didn’t like how she was being vague about it.  Sure enough he set the drinks down and started to lay down on the ground on his back.  Immediately he saw Olivia lifting her dirty sock foot up and into view.  “You’re going to pretend to be that tiny for me,” Olivia laughed.  Before Tom could say or act, Olivia dropped her foot down and mashed her foot right into his face.

 

Tom could feel the slightly damp underside of the socked foot press down on his forehead and cover part of his face.  Olivia laughed as she started to rub her foot all over his face and applying some more pressure.  She started to drawl a circle all over his face bumping over his nose and mouth.  The smell of her sweaty sol creeping all over his face and into his nostrils as he started to slowly smell the sweat in the air now.

 

“Time,” Someone said before another pair of footsteps came over.

 

Tom could see Charlotte come into view past her twin’s foot, “Oh this is brilliant, I wasn’t done stepping on something!”

 

Tom winced as another foot came into view and now both his twin sisters were jabbing and pushing their nasty feet into his face.  Tom’s face was turning red from the friction of the socks rubbing over and the hot humid like air building up due to the sweaty feet pressing on him with different force.  Tom tried to turn his head out of the way but it seemed no matter where he looked a foot was there.

 

“Time,” Jessica said again in the background.

 

Now Vivi came into view.

 

“Plenty of room for you too,” Olivia snickered as yet another foot came shoving into Tom’s face.  This one pressing near his mouth.  

 

“Oooo, this is way more fun,” Vivi said sounding more delighted in stepping on Tom’s face than a tiny.

 

Tinna’s voice came next, “Really?  I want to try!  I want him to lick my sweaty foot!”  Tom was now being crushed and gagged by the multiple feet being jammed into his face.  All of which were exploring and smearing over his cheeks, eyes, nose, and mouth.  Toes jabbing and poking around his face, all with different amounts of pressure applied onto his skull, each girl was finding it more fun to torment him instead of the tiny. 

 

Jessica was the only one that was complaining, but not for Tom’s safety.  “Guys, the whole reason I brought the tiny was so we could play with him, not the stupid slave.”  Jessica complained.  

 

“But we can only step on the tiny one at a time,” Olivia complained.

 

Jessica grumbled, “I’m just saying… whatever, I want to watch a movie.  Do you have that new one that came out last week?”

 

Charolette’s foot came off Tom’s face, only one of the four feet smothering his face, “Oh yeah… we haven’t seen it yet have we Olivia?”

 

Olivia’s was next to come off as she replied, “Oh yeah!  I want to watch it too!”

 

Soon the attention was pulled away from Tom, and now he was free to get up.  Each girl giggling and leaving the room before Tom could recover, the same little feet stomping off and heading down stairs.  Tom was left there panting trying to get the smell off his face as he looked around at the empty room.  It still smelled of sweaty feet, or maybe that was just because of his face.  Tom groaned as his skull felt like it was fractured from having to support the foot pressure and all the stomping on him from those small girls.  Getting up and on his feet, he spotted the untouched drinks he brought the girls… it felt a little more insulting that they didn’t bother to take the drinks that he had to walk all the way up here for them.  Just more insult added to his injuries. 

 

Tom picked up the drinks knowing he would most likely get ordered to do it later, and headed down stairs before someone screeched out his name to hurry up.

 

 

 

 

As much as he hated to admit it, he was really glad that there was a tiny here.  Even though it only reminded him of what was in store for him if he shrank, he was just happy the girl’s attention was on someone else other than himself.  As the five girls all watched a movie, splitting a bowl of popcorn he made earlier, they were passing the tiny back and forth.  The poor soul was forced to climb into their mouth and pull out any pop corn kernels stuck in their mouth.  Each one threatening to swallow the small man climbing about to pull out the wedged pieces of food in the hard to reach spots of their mouths.  Either the girls were doing it on purpose or just sloppy eaters, but the tiny was always in someones’ open or closed mouth.

 

“Finally,” Jessica spat the tiny out of her mouth and into a growing bowl of spit and popcorn left overs that were discarded out of each of the girls mouths.  “If you don’t hurry up next time, I’m going to swallow whole,” Jessica warned.

 

Tom could tell she meant it.  So did the tiny, who shivered at the thought of that happening.

 

“Found one,” Tinna laughed at her announcement.  “Go fetch,” She demand picking up the tiny and sticking him into her mouth.  “U gut thurty sucuns…”  The time limit the tiny had was slowly shrinking between each use of him inside the girls.  What used to be, what Tom thought was a reasonable time, was now becoming insanely less, making the task increasingly impossible to complete.  It was almost as if the girls were all shorting the time just to see how fast the frantic tiny could be.  Tom was more than willing to sit in the corner being ignored but his sisters had other plans.

 

“Tom, we want some pepperoni pizza,” Charlotte ordered.

 

Olivia shook her head, “No, burgers and fries…”

 

Jessica laughed, “Why can’t we get Both?”

 

It was now that the twins found the idea so much more appealing, “YES!”  They both said in unison.  “Both.”  They demanded.

 

Tom grimaced at the idea of shelling out more money for the girls.  It was bad enough buy food, but now because of Jessica, he was going to be blow even more if not all his money on a freaking feast for the girls.  Pizza and fast food burgers was going to chunk a big bill out of him.  However it was better than what the tiny person was going through.  He heard Tinna hack and suddenly a glob of spit along with a snot covered person went flying out of her mouth and into the discard bowl.

 

“OH, and no pickles on mine,” Tinna commented with that same angelic look that belayed her actions two seconds ago.

 

As everyone shouted out their order of food to Tom, he quickly jotted them down and stepped out of the room to go place the order.  Luckily he had enough money to order and pay for a tip, but now Tod was feeling financially drained.  Still it was a small price to pay not to be…

 

Looking back the girls were now gurgling drinks and spitting them on the small man in the bowl of left over food plucked from their mouths.  They were raining down different colored liquid of soda, juice, water, and whatever else they were drinking.  Yeah being poor was much better than a personal spittoon.  

 

Tom was able to slide out of the room as the girls were having their “fun” with the little person and wait near the front door for the delivery.  Once the pizza, and than the fast food burgers came, Tom took the food into the kitchen for the girls to serve themselves up.  However if it was them being lazy or just too invested in the their movie, none of them moved.

 

Finally Tinna shouted, “Slave, bring me my burger!”

 

Vivi jumped in next, “Pizza for me!”

 

Jessica, “Both!”

 

Olivia and Charolette gave their answer too, “SAME!  BOTH!”

 

Tom groaned as now he became a personal server for the kids.  Picking up multiple plates, he started to toss the desired food orders on separate plates.  Tom made sure to have all the orders right, even Charolette’s extra pepperoni and Olivia’s extra batch of fries from his own food.  Once he was settle with what he had was all in order, he took it out to the demanding girls watching their film.  Handing each girl their meal, he spotted that the tiny as no longer in the bowl of messy spit and unwanted fluids.  The mucky sticky looking puddle of spat out drink stayed empty on the table.  One of the girls had to have the tiny in their mouths, right?  

 

Once tom handed all of them their food, he watched them chomp and chew into their dinner.  None of them spitting out the small person from their mouths.  Tom suddenly realized that he wasn’t in one of their mouths.  If not there, than where?  Did someone swallow the tiny?  The question felt upsetting for Tom to think about.  How it would be to be swallowed by one of these horrible girls….

 

Suddenly Jessica laughed, “Oh, he’s wiggling around, I think he needs some air.”

 

Everyone looked toward Jessica, Tom watched as Jessica squinted one eye as she strain to do something. A muffled rumble came from below her seat and she started to laugh, “There you go, don’t suck it all down too quickly, you might get sick.”  

 

Everyone but Tom started to giggle and laugh at those words.  Tom was beyond confused as to what Jessica was saying, that was till she got up for a moment and looked behind herself.  Tom was able to see a small figure unmoving right where Jessica’s ass was planted.  “Hey, don’t give up now.” Jessica complained.  “If you die on me now, my sister going to be upset…”

 

Tom saw the tiny person who was just farted on slowly cough and move their limbs to get up.  Jessica let out a sigh, “I thought that was it….” Not giving the man anytime to recover from the fart, Jessica was already sitting back down pushing her butt back down where the tiny was.  Her rear end mashing down on him and the couch.  She went back to acting like she wasn’t just sitting on a tiny person.

 

“Let me have a go,” Olivia called out excited at the new game they had going now.

 

“No way,” Jessica protested.  “I’m not done yet, I still have a few left…” Jessica told her.  Again she made a very similar face as she seemed to be concentrating on release her built up gas deep inside herself.  Little silent farts echoing from the couch made Tom step away from the gassy girl.  As much as Tod felt bad for the tiny, he wasn’t going to get in the way of Jessica’s fun.  He figured he would return to his corner and stay as far way from the horrible child blasting farts on the poor person.

 

“TOM!”  Olivia called out spotting him slinking away.  He winced at his sister voice calling for him.

 

“Wh-what?”  he asked fearing what she had in store for him.

 

“Come here,” She said with a look that told him that it wasn’t going to be good.  Tom did as Olivia ordered.  

 

“Y-yeah?” Tom asked looking at his sister who folded her arms over her chest.

 

“I want you, laying down!”  She order sternly pointing to the spot.  Tom was hesitant, last time he did that she stepped on his face, but one action of reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone made Tom wince and do as he was told.  He was now laying on his back waiting for Olivia’s next demand, whatever that could be.  She grinned as she put her phone back away and walked by his body.  Her legs were planted on either side of his face.  As horrible as it sounded, he felt prepared for what was to come.  Even before she did it, he knew what Olivia was going to do.  Soon her body started to squat above him, her butt looming and clouding his vision as she sat down on his face.  Tom watched as her pink pajama bottoms filled his vision and covered his face as Olivia sat right on him.  The sleep pants soon became all he could see before he was hit with darkness.  Her backside covering and blocking out his vision as she sat right on his defenseless face.  

 

“Perfect!”  Olivia shouted as she sat on Tom’s face with most of her weight mushing his face.  It seemed she wasn’t holding back when she sat down on him, the full weight pinning his head to the ground. 

 

Charolette let out a laugh at the situation that Tom was in, “What are you doing?”

 

Olivia’s answer quick and to the point, “Farting… duh.”

 

Tom immediately let out a protest at the news of Olivia’s plan, however it was cut short.  His cries were silence from the quick blast of sound on his face and a sudden harsh gust came out of Olivia’s butt.  The raunchy smell hit Tom and made him gag on his own words, cutting his speech off.  Olivia however was finding the joy in releasing her toxic smelling gas on Tom’s defenselessly face.  Laughing she released another big bomb on his unprepared nose.  The horrid stench hitting his nostrils and burning his sense of smell.  Olivia chuckled at Tom’s squirming, but no mater where he tried to move his face, Olivia kept her backside pinned to his face.  It was like she was super glued to him and he couldn’t shake her off.

 

Tom felt something slam down and push into his hands with a lot of force, making him let out a startle gasp.

 

It was Olivia’s voice that told him what was going on, “Stop moving your hands, it’s distracting.”

 

He could feel her clothed feet pinning his wrist and arms down on the ground by his sides.  His upper body was unable to move.  He could only try and twist away but Olivia own weight was a little too much as she kept his upper body mashed to the carpet below her.

 

Tom was forced to breath in the hot air that was now starting to warm his face from his sister’s backside covering him.  This was just as bad as last time with Emma using him as a human chair.  The thought of his other sister doing that was cut short as Olivia let a particularly ripe and loud fart on his face again.  This was followed by a sound of laughter from the other girls in the room.  They were enjoying the torment that Olivia was bestowing on him.  Just as Tom thought another fart was going to hit him, the pink wall of pajama bottoms were quickly lifted off his face.  Tom felt an excruciating pain in his arms as Olivia’s full weight was crushing his hands as she stood up.  He couldn’t help but let out a pained filled cry for her to get off.  Olivia didn’t move till Charolette started to step into view.

 

“My turn,” She said grinning at Tom.

 

Olivia lifted her left foot, only to have Charolette slam her foot down.  Tom couldn’t move his hand in time as Charolette replaced Olivia’s foot just in time.  The pain felt like someone had jumped right on his arm, shattering it into dust.  The feeling in his hands cut off from Charolette’s full weight pushing on it.  Than came the right foot.  The same thing happened and Tom let out a wheezing gasp from the pain.  At least he could feel his fingertips… that meant his hands were probably okay, right?

 

With Charolette’s yellow covered butt now high above Tom instead of Olivia’s pink ones, it was just a matter of time.  Tom closed his eyes as the lights faded and Charolette slowly squatted down and mimic Olivia just like before.  Her yellow clade butt now smashing into his face as she slammed her booty down on his face.  Just like her twin, Charolette didn’t waste much time dropping a stinky fart once she collided with Tom’s face.  The smell, unlike her sister smelled different.  It wasn’t better but the smell from different diets and foods made the stench unique in it’s own way.

 

Tom’s lack of fresh air made his struggles less intense as he felt physically exhausted from Olivia’s ordeal.  Charolette was able to drain out even more strength he had.  When she was finally done letting off the last blast from her rear end, Tom couldn’t do more than let out a weak moan in protest.  When Charolette was done she finally lifted up off of Tom’s head and stepped off his arms.  Tom laid there inhaling and wheezing for clean air as Charolette skipped out of view, not even acting like she just gassed her own brother to death.  The tingling sensation shooting up his arms let him know that they were still intact from being stepped on so hard.

 

Things were looking better for Tom as he laid there for a few moments… that was until a very curious grinning girl came into view.  Vivi tilted her head looking down at Tom, “So, I can use him too, right?”

 

A cheerfully devilish giggle was heard from Tinna, “I call next than!”

 

Tom’s blood froze as he realized his sisters were just the start of this ordeal!  Tom tried to roll over or get away, but his hands were still numb and his body was just too weak from lack of air from his torment with Charotlette and Olivia.  With no way to struggle out of the way, Vivi was already taking her position and taking aim.  Tom’s vision got foggy as Vivi let her fumes blast off on his face.  The smell mixing with the remains of what his two sisters had deposited on his face.  Vivi seemed to only have one gas bomb to let off, but it still wasn’t any less menacing than Olivia’s or Charolette’s.  If anything the one fart had the combination of the multiple barrages before combined in one burst.  After the strong but quick release of her booty bomb, Vivi was standing up and walking away from the destruction she bestowed on him.  

 

Now it was Tinna’s turn…

 

He wasn’t able to react in time as Tinna just walked over to him, standing directly over him, back to his face.  Wasting now time, she didn’t squat like the others, she fell backwards.  The black pajam butt came rushing toward Tom’s unmoving face as the full force of Tinna came crashing down into him, her backside slammed into his unprepared face, nearly caving in his skull.  Between the physical pain and force of the impact Tom felt himself blacking out.  He didn’t even feel or smell anything for the next few minutes.  It wasn’t till he came too that he realized no one was sitting on his face.

 

“Jeez Tinna you nearly broke him,” Olivia complained.

 

“Opsie,” Tinna giggled, “I didn’t know it would be that bad.”

 

Tom felt his limbs twitching and he could feel again in his arms.  Maybe while they talked he could get away.  Forcing his body to flip over on his belly, he started to crawl out of the room while all the girls were enjoying themselves.  By the time he left the family room he could slowly walk.  Getting up he started to head to his room.  His body was so weak and sore that each step of the stairs he climbed up, felt like climbing a mountain.  He didn’t know how long it had been but by the time he made it to the top of the stairs he was exhausted and panting for air.  

 

The sound of ten feet slapping on the ground growing closer frighten Tom to his core.  The demonic girls were heading this way!  He could hear the girls just chatting and having a good time.  Almost as if they didn’t just torture him a little while ago.

 

“I’m so tired,” Olivia yawned.

 

“Same,”” Charolette replied with a yawn of her own.

 

The other three were chatting about something with their voices rising upward as they climbed the stairs. 

 

Tom got to his feet and tried to shuffle to his room.  He couldn’t make it in time as his legs felt like jello and he just wanted to fall asleep right there.

 

“There he is,” Olivia called out spotting Tom in the middle of the hallway.

 

“We missed you,” Tinna commented laughing at the sight of Tom trying to reach the safety of his room.

 

“Look he’s heading to your room without us,” Jessica pointed out as Tom was just passing it to reach his own bedroom.

 

“Perfect,” Charlotte said coming up beside Tom.

 

Tom started to protest, “I wasn’t going into your room-”  

 

Charlotte was already ushering him into the room, cut his words off.  It wasn’t long before he was in the bedroom with the five girls already heading to bed.  Tom didn’t know what was going on.  Why was he here?  What was the meaning of this?  What did they want?  He just wanted to pass out in his bed and go to sleep.

 

Before Tom could move to leave, Olivia spoke to him, “Okay, Tom, tonight your going to stay right there.”  Olivia said pointing to the corner of the room.  Tom was confused, he really didn’t want to.  He wanted his own bed.  He wanted to be away from these girls.  However Charlotte and the others pointed to the same corner.  Confused and upset, Tom did as he was told.

 

Tom sat in the corner and listen to the girls say good night to each other.  Finally all of them said in unison, “Good night Tom.”  Each of them with a different pitch in their voice.  Like a joke that he wasn’t aware of.  Tom shook his head bewildered by their response.  Still no one said anything so Tom used this chance to go to sleep.  His weary body too pleased to finally get some rest, Tom was out before he could hear the girls fall asleep.

 

 

 

 

The voice of Jessica woke Tom up.  “Pst… wake up.”

 

“huh,” Tom muttered as he slowly woke up to the shadowy figure of Jessica standing in front of him in the dark room.

 

“I got to go….” she told him.

 

“Go?  Go where… the bathroom,” Tom asked sounding confused.

 

Jessica nodded in the dark, “mhmm.”

 

Tom’s body was still sleepy and tired, he wasn’t sure how much sleep he had but it surely wasn’t enough to recover.  “It’s down the hall and-”

 

“I’m not going all the way there… I’m going to go right here.”

 

Tom frowned at the words she spoke. It didn’t click till Jessica’s plump backside was already turning around that things slowly clicked for Tom.  However long it took Tom to realize what was happening, seemed like it was enough time for Jessica to pull down her pajamas and push her butt backwards and into Tom’s face.  Tom let out a cry for help and alarm, but only got silenced by Jessica’s backside mashing backward and pushing his head up into the corner of the room.  However dark it was in his twin sister’s room, being buried in Jessica’s ass was much darker.  Not a speck of light reached him.  Jessica pushed back and sat down on Tom’s face, pushing it not just back but downward.  He tried to move his arms but they still felt heavy like lead.  They could only flap a little, not even leaving the carpeted ground more than a few inches.  

 

Jessica sighed as she sat on top of Tom’s protesting face, his mouth pried open from the gravity and weight of someone sitting on him, prying back his lips.  “I ate too much today,” Jessica muttered above Tom as a low rumble could be heard above Tom.  An alarmed cry leaved Tom’s throat as Jessica warned him of what was coming.  “I hope you didn’t eat too much for dinner,” Jessica snickered as she wiggled a little more comfortably on Tom’s screaming face.  “Cause I got a TON of shit in me,” Jessica announced.

 

Those words made Tom shudder as he tried to get away only to find his back was in a figurative and literal corner.  Jessica’s back side tense for a moment and that’s when Tom recalled Emma doing the same thing right before-

 

Jessica’s shit was already in Tom’s mouth before he could prepare himself.  The sound of Jessica taking a dump filled Tom’s ears as his mouth was filled faster than he thought was possible.  The messy muck was already crawling down his expanding throat as Jessica grunted and chuckled.  The fact that she was enjoying this only made Tom’s sanity shatter at the thought.  How could someone enjoy doing this to him?!  It didn’t make any sense to Tom, but it didn’t have to.  All that matter now was not choking on the dump that Jessica was shoving down his poor throat.  The sloppy and yet thick flow of waste was set at Jessica’s own pace.  Tom’s poor body and soul was put to the test as Jessica took possibly the longest and most disgusting shit in history.  It wasn’t till Jessica let out a deep sigh that Tom realized it was soon over.  His mind went numb halfway through the event, and when he came to he was disgust to find that most if not all of the crap he had swallowed on instinct.  Tom’s gut was in a scramble trying to get rid of the filth it just in took.

 

“Okay lick it clean,” Jessica said.

 

Tom felt his blurry vision go numb thinking that Jessica wanted him to clean her up.  However it was her hand holding a protesting tiny person who was forced into her backside.  Jessica was using the shrunken person as a form of toilet paper.  She stood there for a few moments silently till she finally pulled out the shadowy small person that was forced to clean up her mess back side.  “That’s better,” Jessica announced.  Tom wasn’t sure who had it worse, him or the tiny.

 

Finished with her business, Jessica walked away from Tom.  Tom still feeling the urge to throw up coming on to him, he tried to get up and leave the room.  It wasn’t till Jessica passed someone heading toward Tom that he knew what was going to happen next.  Jessica passed off the tiny to the person as they approached Tom.  The voice of Tinna in the dark brought a shiver down his spine as he whimpered.

 

“No…”

 

“Mhmm,” Tinna giggled, “I’m glad I didn’t use the bathroom before bed…”

 

Tom could hear the sounds of the others who were either already awake, or woke up from Jessica using Tom.  It was clear what was going to happen.  With his body too weak to move, Tom was unable to scramble away or defend himself. Tina started to slide her pajama bottoms down and turn around showing Tom her shadowy dark butt being pushed toward his face.

 

“I call next,” Olivia whispered in the dark room past Tinna’s massive ass pressing back into his face.

 

“Then me,” Vivi’s voice was heard as they were already making a list of who would use Tom next after Tina.  His fears of the future were suddenly interrupted by Tinna starting her shit.

 

It was going to be a very very long night…