"What's the point of coming over if your sister Julie's not here?" Josh moaned frustratedly.

"Hey, we're here to play games, not be playboys." Ryan snapped back.

"You're falling behind." Beatrice yawned boredly, her fingers flicking faster than either of than across a black game-pad.

The day was fairly hot, the sun beating down its summer heat upon the occupants of the house. The tiny fan they'd placed between them on the table did little to help comfort them, and, though they were not dripping in sweat, all three of them were sticky.

The trio had gathered for the day in Ryan's house. The Korean boy had invited his two best friends to enjoy a pirated game on their favorite console, which he had downloaded from 'his favorite source.' It seemed to be an adventure-type shooter, which they'd quickly all taken a liking to.

"Alright, Bea, wait up for us." Ryan swept his jet black hair out of his glasses and renewed his focus on the console. His lean, lanky frame made him the tallest of the three, at 6 foot exactly, but his muscles lacked the mass to back up his height.

"Not happening, the next power-ups are mine." Beatrice laughed. Second tallest of the group at 5'10", she was a pony-tailed blonde never seen without her jeans and T-shirt, which hugged her B-cup breasts tightly. Aggressive and generally uncaring of her appearance, she was an avid gamer, and had been the most recent addition to the group. She lay chest-down on the floor, her eyes glued to the TV screen some two metres in front of her.

Josh leaned back on the couch, watching the pair play, a stocky, shorter teen at 5'8" and probably the strongest of them all. He was unabashedly himself, and had zero filter from his mind to his mouth. Displaying this natural knack of carelessness, he continued to Ryan, "Really though, Ray, where is she? I was kinda hoping to catch her before she went to her piano class." He smirked. "She's a real cutie you know. Probably the tightest ass of anyone her age."

Ryan pushed his glasses up as he caught up to Beatrice in-game. His friend had made several comments of this sort, but he'd never stepped over the line, and would never force any girl to do anything she didn't want to. "Yeah, yeah. You know Julie's not interested in you anyway. And she's not back from her piano tutor."

"Harsh dude." Josh pretended to be shot through the heart, dramatically falling over on the floor, and forcing a laugh out of Ryan. Beatrice shrugged as they began to reach the end of the level.

"He's got a point. She's got a good body and face. Surprised she's not dating anyone yet." Beatrice dropped her controller as the screen turned red with loading. Ryan turned to her, surprised. Beatrice rarely ever complimented anyone. But at that moment, his eyes were forced back to the screen as huge block letters began to fade into view.

 

-Lvl complete-

-exec redux.exe

-running sizred.bat

-compiling SizeModStack for System Lens

25%...

 

"What the hell..." Ryan groaned, watching the percentage grow closer to 100 and getting up off his seat. "Plug it out, it might be a virus."

Beatrice rounded on him immediately. "What? And you didn't check that before running pirated shit on a real console? Do you WANT your system to be bricked?"

The two began to bicker, not seeing the red system light beginning to flash brighter and brighter.

"Uh, guys-" Josh managed to get out, before the whirring of the machine sounds grew loud enough to cut through the pair's squabbles. "I don't think it's-"

FLASH

Ryan saw nothing but red, piercing through his mind and soul. He tried to shut his eyes, but the redness seemed to glow within him. He tried to scream but found no sound would come out of his lungs.

He stumbled and fell back, trying to clear his mind until...

A huge slam seemed to break him away from his blinding confusion, and the red lights lessened.

"Guys, where are you all?" Ryan squeezed his eyelids too he found he could open them again.

His jaw dropped.

In front of him stood a huge black controller, laying fallen on the floor, standing almost twice as tall as him.

"What-... WHAT THE HELL?" He roared, terrified beyond his wits. Past the controller was his little TV, except it had ballooned to a size larger than any cinema screen. The screen itself had shut off, the power seemingly busted.

He couldn't believe it... had he... shrunk?!

"Ryan?"

"Ray, what the hell's going on ..?!"

Ryan turned around sharply, to see Beatrice and Josh, as confused as he felt, at he same size.

"Guys- I don't know how this happened!" Ryan clutched his head. "I can't figure out-

BOOM

A deep, terrifying explosion rattled them all out of their panic, and directly into fear mode. The door to the front of the house had clanked open, and in strode a huge, Korean Goddess. Josh gasped, and even the unshakable Beatrice let out a squeak of terror. Ryan gulped as looked up at his younger sister, Julie.

Immense and gorgeous, her 5'2" stature seemed to fill their vision and their thoughts, leaving little room for much else. Her light brown eyes and dark brown hair accentuated her gorgeous cherub face, which, for the first time, was almost intimidating at this scale. She removed her light coat, baring her shoulders, and her light blue tank-top and white skirt stretched out, larger than any world flag to contain her double C-cup breasts, which seemed to balloon up as she breathed in an let out an ear splitting statement that rocked the trio's hearts with terror.

"Big brother!" She called out cheerfully in her high, sweet voice, innocent yet resonating horrifyingly through each of their bones. "I'm home! Where are you?"

Stunned silence...

 

 

 

Ryan backpedalled. His sister had always been gorgeous, true, but in a cute, charming, cheery kind of way. He had no idea how to process her immense, goddess-like figure, her socked feet each large enough to engulf him and his friends.

"Bro, we got to get her help!" Josh yelled, panic evident on his face. Ryan shook his head, but didn't reply. "She could help us, couldn't she?"

"How are we supposed to get her notice us?!" Beatrice snapped back hysterically. Ryan's breath seemed to catch in his throat, because Julie's right foot had raised off the ground, moving in their general direction...

"RUN!" Ryan screamed, snapping the other two out of their argument. He threw himself to the side in pure instinct, a moment before Julie's normally-petit foot smashed into the wooden floorboards, setting off what felt like a minor earthquake.

Ryan breathed sharply and heavily, his heart beating madly as his sister's foot dwarfed him, momentarily giving him an accidental view of her long, pale, shapely leg, going up into the heavens that darkened under her white skirt, before her foot lifted again, walking past them.

"No way..." he whispered almost reverentially. His sister had always been playful, mischievous maybe, but she had come close to ending his life without a thought. He stared up at her back, as she walked over to where Beatrice previously sat, in front of the console.

"G-guys?! A little help..?!" A pained voice called our. Ryan whipped his head around to where the dust cloud still lay, and found Josh, crawling towards him.

"Jesus, Josh!" Ryan sprinted towards him. "Hey, get on your feet and-"

He faltered, coming to a stop a metre away from his fallen friend, his gaze travelling to a crushed, red mass that used to be Josh's legs.

"I- S- s-he got me." Josh's voice quivered, his face pale with shock. Ryan's heart froze, and he fell to his knees.

"Oh-... man... what do we do..?" He began to cry. "Josh, buddy, I- I don't know how to help."

Beatrice ran up from behind, apparently unscathed. Her expression was aghast, but their thoughts were cut short yet again by Julie's booming voice.

"Big brooo!" She called, re-entering the room. "Did you run away again? It's your turn to cook lunch!" She stamped her foot childishly, each slam booming across the enormous room. "God, it's so hot.." she added, more to herself.

"Ryan." Beatrice tapped Ryan on the shoulder. He turned to her, his face just as pale as Josh's. "It's the game. You need to get it on again. It got us into this mess, it had better be able to get us out."

He stared back at her. How could she stay so calm? At a time like this? But his state shifted to his whimpering friend on the ground, blood still leaking from his ground excuse of what were once legs. He knew she was right.

"Okay... okay I'll try." He breathed. "Take care of Josh."

"I'll do what I can." Beatrice's voice wavered, and it was suddenly apparent that she was just as scared. What choice did he have..?

He ran to the console, sprinting. It seemed so far away now... his sister, too, loomed nearby. How could this happen..? She was still pouting, wondering where her irresponsible brother had went. If only he could contact her.. but he'd left his phone in the other room before they'd shrunk...

"Oh, gosh!" For the third time, Julie's voice broke his thoughts. His heart lifted - had she seen him? But her eyes travelled across the room at where Josh and Beatrice lay. She traversed over the distance in one earth-shattering step, and peered down at the pair. Ryan stopped running, curious despite himself.

"Ugh... bugs!" Julie squealed.

Beatrice, eyes widening, had less than a second's warning to dive out of the way as the Korean titaness raised her patterned-socked-foot, her fave twisting with disgust. Josh, unable to move, got a last view of the underside of the sock, before, with a sickening crunch, she rammed her foot into Josh's upper body.

Ryan fell back in pure horror, despite the distance. His sister's cute face transformed into one of grim satisfaction, and she twisted her foot harder and harder, the day's dirt and sweat mixing with Josh's blood and entrails underfoot. The snapping and squelchy crunching of Josh's remains echoed across the room.

"I hate bugs." Julie muttered, raising her foot and carefully peeling off her sock. "Brother can clean that when he gets back." And with that, she threw the stained sock onto the spot she had crushed. She wiggled her sweaty toes and sat down on the floor next to it, stretching out her body leisurely. She giggled.

"Serves him right for abandoning me." She sighed. "Now he can clean up this mess~"

 

"Love to hate, hate to love~" Julie sang, moving her humongous feet back and forth, now both barefoot. Ryan had stood stock still, unmoving since the death of his best friend Josh. His own sister, loving and playful, had just killed him mercilessly. She had a mischievous nature, and occasionally had trouble taking anything seriously, but crushing Josh like that...

The memory of Julie's incredible foot, toes wiggling playfully, cruelly twisting Josh's body into her moist, sweaty, pink-white sock burned itself into his mind. She had never liked the stocky, muscled boy, but to kill him and grind his remains, her cute face gleefully twisted in a grin...

"R-Ryan!"

Ryan found Beatrice stumbling towards him, distraught and crying. "I- I-... she..." she didn't manage to get the words out, wailing away.

"Beatrice.. it's okay-.." he silently wrapped an arm around her. "It's still good news that she didn't get you.."

"You told me to take care of him!" She sobbed back. "All I did was run, and she- she enjoyed it..." she clung on to Ryan desperately, searching for comfort. "I-I'm scared..."

Their shared terror, at complete odds with Julie, who was blissfully stretching her legs and arching her back, pushing her breasts outwards like two giant pillows, seemed to bond them together. They held each other hard to calm down, crying in earnest.

"Bea." Ryan finally stopped her. Her blue eyes widened, and she stared fearfully at him. "We have to make it out of here... we need to either get to the game, or get to a phone to call or text Julie."

"M-my phone is still here." Beatrice breathed shakily. "It's just beside the console..."

Ryan turned and, sure enough, a navy blue phone lay what felt like some 50 metres away, its black sheen shining invitingly. Could this be their ticket out of this nightmare?

"Stay here." Ryan sat Beatrice down. She struggled, protesting. "Please! I can move faster alone, and I'll get to the phone. You can hide near the console, maybe turn it on if the phone doesn't work. Be my plan B, okay?"

Beatrice's eyes were large and watery, the image of the composed girl she once was, completely destroyed. "Please be careful." She whispered.

Ryan nodded and set off at a slow jog. He could make it surely, before Julie noticed anything. He watched her nervously as her figure stretched out luxuriously, her smooth arms supporting her weight, her eyes closed and resting.

"Ugh... it's so hot!" Julie sat up straight suddenly. Ryan stopped dead still on instinct. His heart beat a tattoo against his ribs as she reached up to her tank and pulled at it.

Her huge, round breasts came more clearly into view. With the tank top loose, their squishy, luscious forms seemed to quiver as Julia tugged away at the tank. A bead of sweat ran down her neck, a salty, sticky stream, rolling over the curves of her collarbone, and slowing down at the much less steep gradient of her breasts diverted the slow liquid into the centre of her immense cleavage.

Ryan stood, transfixed for a moment, before he shook himself and continued his long jog to the phone. Then again, perhaps not that long. In a few seconds he would arrive, he reasoned, but...

"Well hello there~ I see you!"

Ryan's head whipped around, his heart leaping to his throat. But her playful, chocolate-brown eyes landed hungrily, not on him, but on the console. More specifically, at Beatrice, who had fallen off the top of the console in shock.

Ryan gasped, his fear and traumatic memory flooding back. He couldn't lose both his friends...!

Julie shifted on all fours, her breasts handing low and swinging like heavy, voluptuous pendulums as she crawled forwards towards the console and her new victim. Beatrice screamed at the top of her lungs, but Julie only stretched her plush lips wider in a smile.

"Funny sounds.. I should find out what these bugs are." She muttered, coming to a stop over the console, and over Beatrice, who took to a tiny darkened section on the underside of the gaming machine. "Now come out here.

Ryan felt his panic rise as Julia reached her slender, tiny fingers into the hole. Her digits fumbled inside before she pulled Beatrice out in one motion.

"Did you hear me, little buggie?" Her voice picked up its false, cutesy voice that could have out-pitched a toddler. "What a lucky day~" she giggled, still dangling Beatrice upside down. The girl was hysterical, while the Korean Goddess paid no mind. "I did say, I hate to love, but..."
With an ominous pause, she brought Beatrice to her pink, luscious lips, and whispered, the sound echoing in Beatrice's ears.

"I l o v e to hate."

With a swiftly blown kiss, her strawberry-mint smelling breath blasted Beatrice, and at the same time, Julie wickedly let go of her leg.

Beatrice spun wildly in the air, her blonde hair flying wildly, and for a moment, she screamed her lungs out, before she crashed heavily into Julia's open cleavage. She tried to climb, panicked and bruised, her hands scrabbling at the soft, opulent breast-flesh, but it was so soft and pillowy, it seemed to disappear and smoothen under her grip. Her struggles caused gravity to sink the smaller girl pitifully deeper into the sticky cleavage.

"Eww.." Julia moaned disparaging. "Well... a shower's in order later anyway, I could afford to play around~"

Beatrice paled, waist deep in Julia's sweaty cleavage, and shifted her gaze up. Julia's car-sized lips pursed, massaging themselves sexily together, but Beatrice realised what was happening a split second before it did. A thick, bubbly, slimy stream of cloying saliva emerged and dropped onto Beatrice's head.

She spluttered, desperately wiping her eyes and face, only to get more, the steady stream flowing disgustingly around her. The warm liquid blocked her air supply, and she desperately attempted to claw it away, spewing saliva that was not hers. Her clothes partially lost their opaque qualities, saturated translucently by spittle, and to add insult to injury, even to scale, Beatrice's modest breasts were blown out of competition by Julie's vast assets.

"I wonder how long you can last." Julie voice still high and playfully adorable, though her actions seemed to be bordering on the sadistic. "Especially... here!"

She used her index finger and forcefully pushed her victim deep into her sticky, alluring prison, a squeak emitting from a terrified Beatrice.

"Will you get smooooshed first?" She giggled, fingering her breasts. "Or will you just suffocate? Slowly in my boobs~"

Ryan looked on in terror. She was nearer now... could he help her? With a forceful shake, he reminded himself of the only chance of saving her now lay with the giant black phone besides him.

He jumped on the start-up button and, with two hands, stepped backwards and swiped, unlocking the phone.

Ka-chink!

The phone played the unlocking sound audibly, and Julie's playful eyes lit up, facing the direction of the phone.

Ryan froze, and the two made eye contact, the same colour eyes meeting each other.

A beat of silence...

"One last one~ how lucky!" Julie giggled, a strand of saliva snapping from her lips.

Ryan's mind screeched into overdrive, and he ran towards the smartphone's note icon, throwing himself into the surface. Julie, however, didn't seem too patient.

"I'm coming for you..." Julie slowly rose to her full size; she was so close, the distance between the siblings could have been fully covered if she fell forwards. She made a big deal out of stomping closer and closer, her voice achieving an airy tease. Ryan sped up, opening the keypad and running to the letters. He'd never been so active before, but he had little choice.

"You're my new target~ you'll soon join your friends, bug~" she sighed, and she slowly crouched over her shrunken sibling. "I can't wait to-"
She stopped, realising that a word was being intentionally typed slowly.

S
T
O
P

Ryan collapsed onto letter P, gasping for air, exhausted and terrified, while Julie's big brown eyes seemed to grow massive as she widened them. With a shaking hand, she reached down and picked Ryan up by the middle, gently.

"I-,.. no... you're not a bug... are you?" She whispered, her playfulness gone, but the light in her eyes dancing. Without looking down, she used her other hand and reached into her sticky, wet tank top, and pulled out... Ryan couldn't believe it....

Beatrice coughed, as though suffocated, her hair matted with a glob of saliva. The shrunken pair made eye contact, and she smiled weakly.
Ryan almost broke down in tears. She was alive..! And Julie had finally figured out-

"Tiny people... TINY PEOPLE!" Julie's high melodic voice became a screech, scorching their ear holes. Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out, and her expression grew into a demented look of pure sadistic glee. "My... longest dream... I can't believe..."

Ryan didn't even have a moment to process it; he felt a rush of air, then Beatrice's frame slammed against his bony hips. They shouted and winced in pain, but a second later, Julie pushed them unceremoniously back into her still-saliva-coated cleavage, hotter and more suffocated than before. Ryan could barely breathe, and he found little air, realising his mouth was stuck awkwardly by Beatrice's neck. She had been bent awkwardly over his top half, in s position of great pain, and her modest breasts rubbed against his collarbone. Not that it mattered when they were compressed by the immensely warm, bouncy flesh of the Korean Goddess' cleavage. Between Beatrice's shallow breaths and the echoing heartbeat of his sister, Ryan began to feel his breath catch.

"Don't worry." Julie's excited breathy voice ran through their bones like a true goddess. "Big brother will never find out you two... my new toys~"
If the pressure was immense before, it suddenly crushingly increased tenfold. And any air left was replaced by sweaty, sticky, Almost fluid titflesh. Julie was crushing her breasts together in pure glee, a private fantasy fetish of hers now being fulfilled. Recklessly, without abandon, her boobs became an incredible, painful giant weight that pressed the friends together. Beatrice whimpered, and felt something crack. Her body couldn't take much more...

As it it wasn't enough, Julie, far too excited, pressed her whole body into the couch lying face down, ballooning her assets outwards, and suddenly-

CCRRACK.

Several dozen bones snapped, and Beatrice's frame, and Ryans ribs, gave in and collapsed. Ryan screamed, torment coursing through his every fibre, before... the pressure lessened, and the pair fell out of Julie's tank top.

"Aw no... I didn't squish too hard..!" Julie cried, fresh from a near-orgasm, rolling both bodies over, when Ryan coughed.

Bloodied and matted, Ryan's ribs were crushed, but he somehow seemed to breathe just a little. Beatrice, on the other hand, had her midriff and pelvis crushed and splintered, and lay still.

Ryan's head slowly turned to see his mangled friends body. Tears leaked from his eyes. How...? How had they only been playing games less than an hour ago? How could his loving, teasing sister's sexual fantasy possibly spell this torturous death?

"Little man... I need to finish you..." Julie panted, her moist breath falling over him like mist. Ryan began to cry. Pain, loss, shock, it was all too much... and his sister only seemed to get off on his pain. Her hand slid into her skirt, and she moaned deafeningly, her mouth closing in. "I need to... finish..."

Ryan's world went dark as the bus sized lips, slick with saliva, pressed into his mangled body, pressing his splintered ribs into his organs. He croaked in pain and misery, but choked on spittle, before Julie's sexy pink tongue rose like a monster, and swooped in. He was dragged across the lips, then into the dark pool of saliva under his own sister's tongue. He couldn't breathe, with or without air, but only heard his sister's high pitched whispers accelerate more and more, her tone urgent and lustful... it would only be a matter of time before-

Darkness.



Julie's fingertip massaged her hardened, erotically aroused nipple as the victim drowned in her mouth fluids, her other hand probing into her pants, and her back arched...

She came, a torrent of sticky whit fluid that leaked out onto the couch, mixing with Beatrice's remains, encrusting it in her juices forever. Sweat poured freely down her curvy, dimpled face, and she sighed. She had let herself go of course, but it was so damn worth it...

"I.. better clean up before big bro gets back." She thought out loud, red in the face. "He can't ever find out about... my thoughts..."

True enough, he never did.