Special thanks to GiantessLover122 for commenting on another story of mine, which is the inspiration for the title.

Six Years Ago

At the age of 13, Jon had reached the point of meltdown.  He loved his 12-year-old sister, if he were honest with himself, but living in the same house year after year with a spiteful, arrogant, rude, and evil bitch was more than he could withstand.  Sure, his only and younger sister, Madelyn, would use the same words to describe him, except for the “bitch” part.

            The sibling rivalry — if you could call it that, for it had long since become a toxic yelling and screaming death match on a daily basis — was too much for their mother, and she finally concluded that her kids were not meant to live together.  They acted like normal, happy kids in school, and in sports, and with friends, but something about the two of them being together was like Godzilla and Tokyo — mayhem and destruction were inevitable.  So, she decided that Jon would stay with his uncle who lived across the country, while Madelyn would continue living with her.

            Jon sat alone in his bedroom.  The 13-year-old’s packed suitcases rested on the floor, all set for the plane trip which was scheduled for the following day.  He felt ambivalence about going to live with his uncle, leaving his school and friends behind, not that he had many friends with his social anxiety.  Above all he felt a sense of relief that he would no longer be fighting with his sister.  He had tried his best, well, sometimes at least, to not add fuel to the fire of his sister’s temper.  The girl, from Jon’s perspective, seemed to thrive on being angry with him, as if in doing so she was gaining the upper hand… seizing control of him.

            His sister suddenly appeared in the doorway.  Jon lifted his head, turning to look at the dark-haired girl… her green eyes staring right at him.  There was an unexpected look of calm on her face, and it was as if Jon was seeing his sister in a new light.  He had forgotten how pretty she was, her face remarkably symmetrical with a cute nose and pleasingly full lips.  He watched his sibling roll her eyes before she crossed her arms, breathing out in an irritated huff.  “Mom wanted me to remind you the flight is tomorrow at seven in the morning.  Be downstairs at six.”

            Jon turned away, feeling uncomfortable that he could for even the slightest moment view his sister as attractive.  To him, she had been his enemy for so many years.  Someone to fight.  Someone to battle with.  To either win victoriously or lose horribly.

            “Fine,” Jon mumbled.  He quickly added in annoyance, “You can go, Maddie... now.”

            He heard his sister say under her breath, “Fuck you… Jonathan.”  He glanced over, but the girl had already disappeared down the hall.  In the past year, she had gotten into the habit of calling him by his full name because it was how their mother addressed him whenever he was behaving at his worst.  It was a way for his sister to speak down to him, like a parental figure, despite being a year younger.  He hated it and that’s the only reason she kept doing it.

            Jon quickly got off his bed and closed the door.  Oh, my God… I can’t believe I forgot to pack it, he panicked.  He dropped to his knees beside his tall wooden dresser.  He slid the heavy structure slightly out from the wall as he had done countless times.  Bending low to the floor, he reached with his arm, feeling around with his hand beneath the dresser.  Sensing the folder, he removed it, pushing the dresser back.

            He returned to his place on the bed, opening up the folder pulling out a thick stack of 8 ½ x 11-inch white paper which had meticulous pencil drawings of his most secretive fantasies.  Each drawing had taken him an hour or hours to create.  They were fetishistic depictions of men who had been physically shrunk down to a tiny size by a beautiful and busty woman.  The men were only inches tall or even smaller like the size of a bug.  The highly sexualized pictures were primarily shrinking scenarios but he had done some drawings of giant-sized women standing in dominant poses over cityscapes.  Large breasts were a theme in all his imaginative fantasies.

            A knock sounded and his bedroom door began to swing open.  Jon’s hands darted behind his back as he half-sat on the folder — hearing his heartbeat thumping loudly in his chest and neck.  He stared wide-eyed upward watching his little sister enter, his mouth gaping.

            “I’m not waking up at whatever crazy time you and Mom are tomorrow,” she said.  “It’s Saturday after all.  So… since I’m not going to see you for a long time, I thought I’d give you a hug goodbye.”

            “Uh…” Jon croaked, startled by his sister being kind for the first time in recent memory while trying desperately to block the folder from his sister’s view.  She had never learned of his shrinking fetish, and he could only imagine how terrible it would be for her to lord it over him.

            “Jon?” she uttered quizzically, raising an eyebrow.  “Are you, okay?”

            “S-Sure,” the boy answered, consciously closing his mouth to not seem like he was acting weird.  He sat there saying nothing.

            His sister stomped the floor.  “So, that’s how it’s going to be,” she said loudly, her eyes narrowing.  “I was trying to be nice.  You’re a jerk!”  The girl then waved her hand casting a telekinesis spell as his video-game magazines flew off his desk despite his desk being clear across the room.  She stormed out of Jon’s room, another telekinetic flick of her finger and her brother’s door slammed shut without her physically touching it.

            “Bitch,” Jon uttered under his breath, still a little afraid of his sister’s mysterious powers.  She had only begun learning to use Magicka in the past year as an after-school activity, and telekinesis was a beginner’s spell, yet from Jon’s understanding his sister was a natural, learning at a far faster rate than everyone in her class — surpassing even kids who had practiced their entire lives.

            Jon got up and picked up the magazines off the floor.  He sat down on his bed, lost in thought for several minutes when he heard the sound of the front door shutting.  Jon quickly rose to his feet as he hurried out into the hall, proceeding to the stairs where he went halfway down so he could peer out the window, noticing a car driving away.  Mom and Maddie are going out.  Good, he thought.  It gives me a chance to do some drawing.

            He ran back to his bedroom, closing the door.  Sitting atop his bed, he took out a blank sheet of paper from his folder, and with mechanical pencil in hand, he began to draw.  Time seemed to fade away as his mind was consumed by the act of creating a new fetish work.  He could sense himself getting aroused as he drew an inch-tall man holding on for dear life to the nipple of a well-endowed half-naked woman.  Her curvy body was exaggerated for the sake of eroticism.  Jon then drew a word bubble, making it so the woman was saying, “I’m so glad I shrunk you… little man.”

            The boy continued to add details to his artwork, when he abruptly realized that he really needed to pee.  Leaving his room he went down the hall to the bathroom.  Closing the door behind him, he pulled down his pants and began to relieve himself.  It took a long time as he had downed several sodas that day.  He then washed his hands, suddenly recalling that he had forgotten to brush his teeth that morning.  He groaned as he grabbed his toothbrush and began to smear some toothpaste on it.

            After several minutes, he finally opened the bathroom door and exited.  He went over to his bedroom, but stopped before entering as he heard the familiar sound of his sister’s door shutting.  And he could see that, indeed, the girl’s door was now closed.

            Huh… he thought.  Didn’t she go with Mom?  Jon then panicked, his eyes large as he looked down at his bed.  The folder and his voluminous stack of drawings were spread out across his blanket.  All his ‘masterpieces’ of his most personal and kinky fantasies were strewn about.  “Oh, God,” he uttered, his jaw having fallen.  “No… no….”  He felt a cold sweat on his forehead, a feeling of dread washing over his chest and running down his arms.  His breathing had become fast and shallow… his pulse having quickened.  His face fell into his hands, having long feared the possibility of this day.  His anxious breath grew louder, unsure if he would hyperventilate.

            And then he gritted his teeth, his anxiety shifting to anger as he marched down the hall.  He swung open his sister’s door and immediately said, “What were you doing in my room?”

            “Your room?” Madelyn spoke calmly.  “Looks like you’re the one barging into my room, asshole.”

            Jon grinned anxiously for a moment.  “I-I-I… I know you were in my room, Maddie… looking at my…”

            “I wasn’t in your room… so fucking leave.”  Her voice sounded threatened by the accusation, her anger rising as the volume increased.  “Go away!”

            Jon glanced down seeing a white piece of paper half sticking out from beneath his sister’s bed.  It was unmistakable… it was one of his drawings.  Jon bent down and picked it up — just at the same moment his sister snatched it out of his hands.  “This one is funny,” she said in a mocking tone.  She held up the picture to her brother.  It was of a busty and topless woman holding a shrunken man above her waiting mouth, her tongue outstretched.  Jon could see the caption he had written months earlier, “No escaping my mouth, little man.”

            “What?  Is she supposed to eat him or something?” Madelyn said, giggling.

            The boy swiped his drawing back, at the same time shoving his sister down onto her bed.  The girl seethed, eyes narrowing.  “You fucking shit head!” she yelled, standing back up.  “I’m telling Mom you hit me!”

            “I didn’t hit —” Jon began, when suddenly his sister struck him hard across his face.  She was stronger than she looked, Jon had learned… but nothing he couldn’t handle.  He grabbed her by the shoulders and began to drag her toward the closet.  “You have to go into the closet again!  You need a time-out!”

            Madelyn screamed and bit down onto her brother’s hand.  “Ow!” Jon yelled, releasing his hold.  His sister punched him a couple times and then clawed at his face with her nails.  Jon struggled to pull her once again toward the closet, pushing mightily to get her inside.  He finally managed to close the door, quickly wedging the back of a chair against the doorknob as he had done only twice before in their relationship.  He didn’t like putting his sister in the closet, but he didn’t know how else to stop her uncontrollable anger toward him.  The past year especially had been intense fighting between the two… their resentment for each other having grown to a whole new level.

            Jon looked about his sister’s room while hearing her shouts of rage as her fists banged loudly on the door.  She was angrier than ever.  “Let me out, you fucking asshole!  I’m telling Mom!  You are so going to get it, Jonathan!  I will get you for this!”

            “Good,” he answered boldly, while secretly fearing his sibling’s wrath.  He was leaving tomorrow morning and wouldn’t have to deal with the repercussions for long.

            He began to look about his sister’s room, glancing at the multiple soccer trophies on her dresser... the girlish posters on the walls… everything decorated in pastels, mostly pink.  He wanted to make sure there were no other stray pieces of paper of his drawings.  He looked quickly in the dresser drawers and then under the bed… and satisfied that he had them all, he turned to walk out the door.

Present Day

Six years had passed since Jon had moved across the country to live with his uncle, starting a new life.  He had not seen or spoken with Madelyn at all during that time, though his mother came to visit every year during the holidays and he spoke to his mother on the phone on occasion.  He had learned from information that his mother volunteered that his sister was doing well and was happy.  She was getting all A’s in high school… top of her class academically.  She had also continued playing sports, especially her love of soccer.  Her high school team even won the state championship two years in a row.

            On one occasion while speaking with his mother, his curiosity and anxiety compelled him to ask if his sister was still involved in using Magicka.  His mother replied proudly to the effect of: “Oh, yes!  Maddie is becoming quite the powerful sorceress.  You wouldn’t believe the things she can do now.”

            Jon had partly regretted learning the news, for his imagination tended to get the better of him and he’d obsess that his sibling might learn a shrinking spell that she would want to use on him.  He never truly believed that — thinking even Magicka users had their limitations.  But he found himself masturbating more often than he would care to admit about this fear-filled fantasy of sibling shrinking revenge.

            Now at the age of 19, Jon had moved back to the state where his mother and sister lived, having found an apartment for himself for the past year.  But he recently lost a high-paying job and was having trouble finding a new one.  After some time he knew he’d be unable to pay his rent, but he did not want to burden his uncle again after all the years.  He also didn’t want to live with his mother, wanting to be independent.

            It was around this time that he received an unexpected text from his sister.  It was simple, she just said casually: “How r u?  Want 2 come and visit?  lmk.”  Jon was surprised to say the least, and he did respond to the text.  Over a couple weeks, he learned through texting with his sister that she had recently moved into her own apartment by herself with money she had saved during high school.  She was now 18 and planning to go to college after the summer was over, and thought it was the perfect time to visit her brother.  And having learned of Jon’s financial situation she even suggested that he live with her at her apartment.  She’d text: “Just 4 the summer till u get back on ur feet.”  Jon initially declined, having misgivings from their unstable history.  But money problems mounting, he reluctantly accepted the generous offer.

            On the morning he was to leave to go to his sister’s place, he received a text from her.  It read: “ur still interested in ~shrinking~???  rly hope so big bro,” followed by an emoticon with its tongue sticking out.

            He had dropped his phone from the shock of reading the message.  Up to this point, for the past few weeks, he had only been in communication via text with Madelyn.  It was partly due to the awkwardness of having not spoken with his sibling for 6 years.  Jon began to fret as he paced anxiously back and forth in what was no longer his apartment but just an empty space for the next renter, having donated the little furniture he owned.

            Oh, God, he worried.  I thought maybe Maddie had forgotten about my drawings — it was so long ago.  But she did see the whole big bunch of them.  No.  No.  No.  How am I supposed to visit with her… or worse live with her?  Now that she can hold this over me… and truly have the upper hand.

            Jon paced about finally picking up his phone, searching for his sister’s number.  He pressed to dial, thinking out loud, speaking fast, “Maybe she doesn’t mean anything by that text?  Maybe she was just joking?  I sh-should just ask her.”  He knew he was short on money except for the basics like food. It was either clear this up with his sister now or live in his car for who knows how long.  “Okay… okay…” he said nervously, listening to the phone ring.

            The phone switched to voicemail as a pleasingly sensual feminine voice began speaking.  Jon didn’t recognize that it was his sister at first.  “Hey… this is Madelyn.  You’re calling because you want to talk to me.  Well, go on.  Talk to me.”  Jon heard his sister’s giggle, a sort of throaty-yet-cute laugh.  He then heard the sound of the beep, and was completely taken off guard by the sophisticated and grown-up, even arousing, sound of his sibling’s voice.  He stuttered, his voice cracking.  “Uh… th-th-this is… umm…” A sudden wave of anxiety blindsided him like a ton of bricks.  Too many thoughts in his head all at once.  His sister texting about his shrinking fetish and now her voice sounding super hot.  Jon continued to fumble with his message, “Um… yeah, so this is… um… I think my name is Jon.  Your brother.  I-I wasn’t ready for your voice being like… um, that.  You know, hot.”  He couldn’t believe how badly he was doing.  It was like he was outside his body watching himself trip over his own feet and falling down a flight of stairs.

            He thought to himself this was his sister, he needn’t be this anxious.  He cleared his throat and tried to speak clearly, his anxiety still apparent.  “So, uh, Maddie.  I’m calling because of your text.  You know, you asked if I was still interested in… um, shrinking.”  He cleared his throat again.  “Yeah, so…. I mean, yeah it’s no big deal that I… like… that.  Shrinking.  It’s just a fantasy fetish thing.  You know, because you saw my drawings years ago.”

            He realized he was rambling and running out of time to leave a message.  “So — call me back.  I just thought if I was going to live with you for the summer… that it’s not a problem.   For either of us.  Okay.  Bye.”

            Jon pressed on his phone to end the call.  He had forgotten almost everything he had just said.  All he knew was he did a really shitty job at it.  His embarrassment felt raw.  He felt exposed like never before.  He had thought his shrinking fetish would be something he never would have to talk with his sister about.  It was his fetish.  He didn’t want to be humiliated.

            Setting his phone down on the table, he moved to the bathroom suddenly realizing he had to go.  He retuned a few minutes later, taking his phone in his hand, surprised to see there was a call… and one new message was in voicemail.  Jon knew it couldn’t be his friends as he rarely spent time with them.  He checked the message seeing it was from “Madelyn.”

            He pressed to play it.  “Well, well…” his sister’s voice exuded an eroticism that Jon was unaccustomed to, though he was guessing she was merely speaking normally.  She continued, “Quite the phone message you left in my box, big brother.  I didn’t expect that.”  She laughed softly to herself.  “So you called me to see if you having a shrinking fetish is a problem for me,” putting extra emphasis on the word ‘shrinking’.  “Of course not, Jon.  Actually…”  She giggled before speaking.  “I think it’s an opportunity.  A really fun… exciting way for us to re-connect after such a long time   It’s something we can talk about when you get here.  You mentioned you think my voice is hot… maybe I could do some fetish recordings for you while you’re here.  Maybe I could even shrink you… wouldn’t that be fun?”  She laughed again in her sultry, irresistible way that sent tingles down Jon’s spine.  “So, call if you want or just stop by.  See you later, little brother.  Oops… I mean, big brother.”

            Jon stood still in the kitchen, the phone to his ear, his mouth gaping.  He said out loud, “Oh, my God.... Oh, my God… she’s into it.”  He put his hand on his forehead.  “I don’t know what to think.  Is that good?  Is that bad? … I don’t know.  I think that’s good.”

            Jon grinned, thinking, How could I have ever been afraid of her using Magicka to shrink me?  She talked about doing a voice recording.  That’s all.  I think that could be fun — especially with that voice of hers.  And if we get into arguing and fighting like when we were kids, then it’s only temporary me living with her.  What do I have to lose?

            He redialed the phone but his sister’s voicemail again picked up.  “I have to say your voice, Maddie… is...  I can’t believe I’m saying this… super fucking hot.  I really, really love your voice.  You did say maybe you could do a recording.  Anyway, just wanted to say I’m leaving now, so I’ll be there in a couple hours.  All right.  Bye.”

            Jon left his apartment, locking the door and headed outside, dropping off his keys at the office.  He got into his car and began the long drive.  His mind was still reeling from what had transpired.  He was in shock yet elated at the same time… a good amount of apprehension but real excitement.  During the 2-hour drive he couldn’t get that voice out of his head… sweetly provocative with a carnal eroticism.  He could still kind of recognize a hint of the little sister he remembered when they were kids.

            After an uneventful trip he finally arrived shortly after noon at his sister’s apartment building… a new-looking, 5-story complex with a manicured lawn and shrubbery.  He found a place to park in the parking lot; and with a large suitcase in hand, he headed toward the front entrance.  Entering through the glass doors, he found his sister’s name on the list and he picked up the phone.

            Her voice answered, “Hello.”

            “It’s Jon.”

            “Good.  Come on up.”

            He hung up the phone as the security door was unlocked.  He proceeded inside, thinking about how she sounded as she said, “Come on up.”  I’ve never heard a voice so arousing before, he thought, a bit perplexed.  Anything she says is instantly erotic.  I have to remember she’s my sister… not a phone sex girl.

            He already had the apartment number on the fifth floor memorized… and he headed toward the elevator, pressing the button and entering.  The elevator smoothly rose upward, arriving quickly to its destination.  Bing!  The doors spread open and Jon stepped out onto the clean and carpeted walkway.

            Suddenly a twinge of anxiety struck his stomach as it hit him the gravity of the moment.  He hadn’t seen Madelyn for 6 years… and it ended badly the last they met.  But that was in the past, right?  They were just kids.  His sister seemed focused on the future.

            Turning a corner, Jon proceeded down the hall when he saw a tall young woman with long dark hair.  She wore short cut-off jean shorts which hugged her womanly hips and showed off her spectacular athletic legs… lightly tan, lean and muscular.  Her wide hips rose to a narrow waist which further rose to a generously ample bust snug in a white skintight tank top… showing off her slender, toned arms and shoulders.  The woman’s countenance was breathtaking like an elite model with full pouty lips, a cute nose, and an exquisitely feminine jaw line with high cheekbones.  The woman’s large emerald eyes looked into Jon’s eyes as she stepped gracefully toward him… and Jon didn’t realize it was his sister until she was close and she smiled beautifully with perfect white teeth.

            He felt his sister reach out and hug him, pressing her warm body against him as she said, “It’s good to see you, Jon.  I wasn’t sure it was you at first.”

            She stepped back as Jon nervously touched the back of his head.  “Yeah, I didn’t recognize you at first.”

            Madelyn smiled again.  “You look good,” she said.

            “You look really… good,” John returned, afraid of sharing his true thoughts.  He was still blown away that his sister had grown up remarkably beautiful… and had developed an exceptionally curvy body with large breasts.

            She giggled, saying, “I know what you’re thinking.  Your sister now has big boobs.  They’re DD’s and yes, they’re all natural.”

            “Okay,” Jon responded in a surprised tone.  “That’s good to know.”

            The two of them began walking back to the apartment, when his sister asked, “You were thinking about my breasts, right?  It would be kind of awkward if you weren’t.”

            Jon quietly responded with shy honesty.  “Uh, yes… I was.”  He had been thinking about her big breasts… her sculpted legs… her curvy hips…. and her gorgeous face.  How couldn’t he?  Tried as he might, he couldn’t stop being stunned at the way his sister now looked.

            Entering Madelyn’s apartment, he was impressed at how comfortable and welcoming it all looked.  A large sofa with pillows and end tables… a hardwood floor… the walls decorated with landscape artwork and flowers in vases

            “Make yourself at home,” her melodic voice called out as she crossed the room toward the kitchen area.  Jon’s eyes couldn’t help but stare at his sister’s incredible round butt and her curvy hips.  “Want anything to drink?”

            “Um…” Jon said quietly.  “Do you have water?”  He took a seat on the sofa.

            His sister reappeared, smirking at him.  “For you, I have water.  Ice?”

            “No, I’m good.  But thanks for asking.”

            She returned with a tall glass of water handing it to her brother.

            ‘Thank you.”  Jon took a sip and then looked up at his sister standing before him.  He looked back down awkwardly.  She had placed her hands on her hips, and she was taking a long look down at him.

            Jon peered back up as he said, “What?”

            She finally spoke.  “You’ve changed.  So polite.  I can work with that.”  She stepped in her white pumps taking a seat close beside him so that her bare thigh brushed against his pants.  She crossed her shapely legs.  And in a seductive tone, she said, “I told you I could do a fetish recording for you, and I still can — if that’s what you want.  But if I had told you the truth I was unsure you’d come.”

            Appearing a bit nervous, Jon replied, “Wh-What are you talking about?”

            “Well…” Madelyn cooed, brushing her long dark locks behind an ear. “It’s easier if I just show you.”

            With long, feminine fingers, she slowly, sensually took the glass of water out of her brother’s grasp.  “You see, Jonathan… the thing is I’ve changed, too.”  She gracefully turned her wrist holding the bottom of the glass in her palm.  And then right before her brother’s eyes the glass began to shrink and shrink and shrink…. and in a matter of 2 or 3 seconds it had shrunk so small that it vanished completely.

Please comment.

I don’t have convenient Internet so it’s difficult to post on a regular schedule, and I’m also slow to reply to comments because of Internet access.  I thought I’d write in an episodic format like I’ve done before.  This time each episode would consist of 2 chapters. Generally Jon would be normal size at the start of each episode and later get shrunk, because I love repeated shrinking.  But I might mix it up.  I’m not sure exactly when the shrinking will start.

EPISODE 1

CHAPTER 1

Jon’s wide eyes stared in utter disbelief, his mouth open.  “Y-Y-You…” he stammered, trying to finish his sentence but unable to form the words.

            His 18-year-old sister sitting close beside him on the sofa began to softly rock her crossed leg up and down.  “I shrunk the glass, Jon.  That’s all.”

            “I-I-It’s gone!” he said in a terrified voice, beginning to rise to his feet.  He turned to look down at his sibling and was aghast to see her not just calm but her full lips curving into a smirk.

            Still bouncing her foot, she spoke in a soothing tone, “Relax.  It’s still here in my hand.”  She continued to hold her empty palm before him.  “I made it very, very… very small.  It took grueling years of practice to learn to do that; but now it’s so easy and effortless for me, it’s like breathing.”

            Jon’s eyes were still bugging out.  “Well!  Aren’t you going to bring it back,” he sputtered in a panic, as if the glass were a living thing.

            Madelyn smirked again as she chuckled, not hiding her amusement in the least.  “Well…” she teased in her naturally seductive voice.  “If my big brother wants me to un-shrink his glass of water… then I suppose...”  The glass suddenly reappeared at an incredibly tiny size and continued to re-enlarge over a span of 2 or 3 seconds until it was its original, normal size — not a drop of water having spilled.

            Jon blinked nervously several times.  And then he watched the glass levitate, floating gently down onto the coffee table.  His sister abruptly uncrossed her legs, standing to her full height.  She stepped right up close to him, softly running her long index finger down his chest.

            She’s tall, the thought entered Jon’s mind, noticing she was only a few inches shorter than his normal height.  And she is super curvy.   His sister’s alluring hourglass shape had been imprinted on his psyche.  Jon suddenly stepped back, feeling overwhelmed with the moment and all that had occurred.

            Looking down at the floor, he put his hands out to his sides.  “I-I-I… I don’t think I can handle this.”  It was true that he had always been deathly afraid of this very scenario — his sister having the power to shrink him — but it had always been just a fantasy in his mind ever since his sister had taken an interest in Magicka.

            His sister quipped, “Imagine if I were angry.”

            Jon’s head snapped back up as he looked into Madelyn’s stunning green eyes.  She continued with a smile, “Could you handle it then, Jon?  If I were really… really furious with you?”  He watched in astonishment at his sister’s nonchalant enjoyment at his expense.  He then saw her white teeth gleaming as she grinned beautifully.  “I guess not,” she finally concluded.  “You’re barely able to handle me being nice to you.  Well, we’ll see.”

            The 19-year-old blinked again as he turned, taking several steps away from his sister before turning back around.  He took a deep breath, holding his hands out in front of him in a defensive posture.  “Maddie, you have to promise me you will never shrink me.”  He noticed an expression of deep irritation, a look of real displeasure come over the teen’s gorgeous face.  It was the first time she had seemed annoyed since his arrival at her apartment.  A feeling of strange guilt washed over Jon as if he had harmed his sibling.  “I mean… uh…” he spoke further.  “I wouldn’t want you to shrink me without my permission.  Okay?”

            The teen sighed, rolling her eyes.  “All riiight,” she drawled, as if placating a parent’s illegitimate request.

            Jon exhaled audibly in relief, much louder than he had intended.  He was overwhelmed enough as it was with how super hot his sister now looked as a soon-to-be college student — his last memory of her when she was only 12 before starting puberty.  Jon’s eyes fell to his sibling’s ample bosom in her white tank top… remembering Madelyn had told him she was a DD-cup.  They were more than a handful.  Suddenly aware of his prolonged gaze, he turned his whole body in order to break the magnetic pull of the teen’s globes.

            “So —” Jon said awkwardly, looking around the apartment, “I like how you’ve decorated the place.”

            “Thanks,” his sister quickly responded, seeming bored with the topic.  “I like living here… a lot.  I have plenty of privacy.”

            Jon swallowed uncomfortably, not sure if he was reading more into his sister’s comment than he should.  His gaze returned to hers, and he asked, “And… do you have any pets?”

            She abruptly laughed, grinning.  Lowering her pretty face into her hand, she touched her forehead.

            Why did I say that?  I’m so stupid, Jon thought.  I was just trying to say something normal to ease the tension.

            Madelyn cleared her throat as she stood up tall.  “No,” she said matter-of-factly.  “I don’t have any pets.  Not at the moment at least.”

            Jon could feel his anxiety rising.  He couldn’t help himself as he clumsily continued down this line of questioning, knowing he was only making things worse.  “So does the building allow pets?”

            “Sure.”  She put her hands on her curvy hips.  “Well, not big pets like dogs or cats.  But residents are allowed to have pets in cages.  You know… hamsters, gerbils, mice.  The smaller, the better.”

            “Unh-huh,” he replied, mentally telling himself to shut the hell up.

            But his sister continued on her own.  “Basically, big brother, if you can hold it in the palm of your hand… then it’s allowed.”

            Jon’s breathing had become shallow and fast… his pulse racing.  He listened as the beautiful teen continued.  “So, as I said… I don’t have any pets.  Right now.  I would love to… very much… have a little, tiny pet.”

            Jon swallowed hard, his gaze falling to the ground.  “Oh, like a hamster, you’re thinking?”

            He heard Madelyn reply, her voice as confident as ever.  “No.  Not like a hamster.”

            There was a long silence.  Jon didn’t know what to say.  He anxiously wrung his hands together, realizing his palms were sweating profusely.  He just stared uncomfortably down at the dark hardwood floor.  For a moment he imagined himself having been reduced to an inch… naked as he ran across that very floor

            To his great relief, his sister changed the topic.  “I’m only slightly hungry but we can go out to eat if you want.  There are lots of restaurants nearby.”

            “Maybe another time.  I have enough money for food for the month, but not for eating out.”

            “Then later on we’ll eat in,” Madelyn said cheerfully.  “That reminds me… I bought something just today, special for your arrival.  I think you’ll like it.”  Her breathtaking smile caught Jon’s vision as she spun around and hurried off, almost skipping into her bedroom.  A moment later, she returned holding a small plastic bag of colorful gummy bears… the teen smirking as she held her head high.

            She plopped down onto her comfy sofa, patting the adjacent seat cushion.  “Come on, big brother.  I told you I wanted us to talk about your shrinking fetish.”

            Jon raised his eyebrows.  “Okay,” he said with genuine surprise.  “I guess we can do that.  It could be fun… I guess.”

            As he sat down a few feet away, his beautiful sister was sitting up straight, her fingers running through her long dark-brown hair as she brushed it behind her ears.  She gazed at him with emerald eyes.  “Lots of fun,” she said with a wink.

            Jon swallowed, nervously tugging at his collar, uncertain what his sister had in mind.  He watched her pull open the top of the clear plastic bag… her attractive long fingers with flawlessly manicured long nails reaching inside as she plucked a little red gummy bear from its home.  She started to play with the tiny bear, rolling it between her thumb and a pair of fingertips.

            Madelyn looked directly into her brother’s eyes.  “When we were kids,” she began, “I basically only had one feeling, one emotion towards you.  Do you know what that was?”

            “Umm…” he said, knowing what she meant, but responding, “I don’t know.”

            “Come on, Jon,” she said, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.  “Guess.”

            “Anger?”

            “That’s right.”  She spoke the word in a sultry, breath-filled way.  “Anger…  So much anger.  I wanted to control you, big brother.  Have power over you.  My rage had no bounds when I was a little girl.”

            Jon wanted to say something, perhaps apologize, but he couldn’t find the words.  His sister looked down and then back into his eyes.  “But I’m not a little girl anymore.  I’m still pissed, but not like I was before.  Do you know why?”

            He answered meekly, “No.”

            “It was when I was 12 and I accidentally discovered your drawings on your bed.  I looked through them.  I looked through them all.  I saw you in a new way, Jon.  Not at first, but soon I grew to learn that my anger finally had an outlet.  And it was all because of your shrinking fantasies, so explicit in the care and detail that you put into drawing them.”  A slight smirk formed on her full lips.  “I had memorized all your drawings in the short time I had looked through them.  But it was from the obsession of re-imagining those images in my mind while lying in bed at night that it really took hold.  Needless to say, I developed a fetish, too.  But mine is different from yours, big brother, because while you fantasize about being small with a woman… I fantasize about making men small.  I fantasize about being big… really BIG.  Either shrinking men or me myself growing into a giantess.  I love being powerful.  I love making men powerless.  I can’t get enough of it.”

            Jon didn’t blink as Madelyn raised the little red gummy bear to her waiting mouth… her voluptuous lips parted slightly.  She brushed it tenderly against her lips… slowly all around.  And then she pressed it hard back and forth… up and down… her soft, supple lips rubbing against the tiny gummy bear.

            Jon suddenly took a deep breath in, watching intently as his sister’s long pink tongue snaked out.  And erotically… sloppily… she licked the little bear… again and again.  She then kept her tongue out, holding it still, as her fingertips began to rub the gunny bear up and down and back and forth… all over the surface of her wet tongue.  And then she smiled slightly with her tongue still extended, her beautiful, flawless white teeth glistening with saliva.

CHAPTER 2

Jon involuntarily reached down as he pressed his hand into his lap.  It slowly dawned on him that he was rubbing his genitals through the fabric of his pants.  He gasped unable to stop, thinking how spellbinding it was, the view of his sister teasing the gummy bear with her full lips… with her mischievous tongue.  This is so fucking erotic, Jon thought, never having done anything remotely sexual with a girl before… not even a kiss on the cheek.

            He continued to masturbate through his pants, his erection having gotten hard as a rock.  “Oh shit,” he uttered under his breath.  He couldn’t stop if he wanted to — and he didn’t want to.  It was so surreal.  Never in a million years did he think he would masturbate in front of his sibling.  But the way she continued to lick… and suck… and genuinely torment the tiny red gummy bear.  It was too much.  She was too damn good at her performance… doing everything he ever desired, everything he could imagine and more.

            Jon gasped again as he felt himself orgasm, beginning to shoot his load inside his pants.  He watched as Madelyn then set the little bear down on top of her tongue as she continued sticking it out.  It was just resting there… helpless on her tongue.  His sister turned her head slowly from side to side… giving him ample view of what could be his if he were only to claim it.

            As he continued to ejaculate, rubbing himself vigorously, he watched his sister’s mouth close.  He observed the motion of her muscles in her throat as she swallowed.  Her head tilted back as she ran her index finger slowly down the length of her pillar-like neck… between her breasts… and down to her tummy.  She leaned forward, looking straight at him as she opened her mouth wide.  She moved her tongue from side to side… and up and down… showing that her mouth was empty.

            “Oh, God,” Jon exclaimed, cumming yet again… so many times he had lost count.  “Oh, wow… oh, fuck wow.”

            His breathing slowed as he finished, and he watched his gorgeous sister smirk.  “See, big brother.  Lots of fun.”  She stood up.  “You can get cleaned up in the bathroom… unless you like having a big wet spot on your pants.”

            Jon stood, blushing.  “Umm… thank you.  I’ll do that.”  He unzipped his suitcase and took a fresh pair of boxers and blue jeans.  He walked over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.  As he began to change his clothes, he shook his head as if in a daze.  What just happened?  I can’t believe that happened.  I couldn’t help myself.  It was too erotic to resist.  Maddie is too erotic.  She knows how to push all my buttons.  It’s because her face is unbelievably beautiful.  She looks like a model… no, she’s hotter than a model.  She’s all curvy and busty, too.

            After a few minutes he came out of the bathroom and his sister was in the kitchen already preparing a meal for lunch.  “Come on,” she prodded.  “If we’re going to keep having fun like that, you’re going to have to eat.  Keep up your energy.”  Jon entered the kitchen and began to assist in the making of sandwiches.

            The rest of the day seemed mundane by comparison…having taken on a feeling of normalcy.  They shared their experiences about school and life from the six years they had been apart.  The siblings seemed to be getting along and actually enjoying each other’s company.  Only on a couple occasions did they revert back to their old habits of sibling rivalry… arguing and yelling at each other about whose responsibility this or that was.

            The day went by quickly and they had spent part of the time in their own spaces in the apartment — his sister in her bedroom, Jon resting on the sofa watching TV.  A couple hours after the sun had set, his sister sauntered into the living room wearing a silky black nightdress, which showed plenty of her athletic thighs, barely covering her panties.  She extended her arm, handing him his phone.  She smiled, saying, “I took the liberty of recording a special message for you, since you made it clear you like my voice.”

            “Oh, okay… thanks a lot.”  Jon took the phone appreciatively.

            His sister bent down toward his ear, speaking more seductively than usual.  “I hope I’m not… too much for you.”  She kissed him on the cheek and stood up.  Her buxom body twirled back around as she walked on tiptoes back toward her room… pausing to say as she held her thumb and index finger close together, “Only little brothers allowed in my bedroom.”  She winked, adding, “Goodnight… big brother.”

            It had been agreed earlier that day that he would sleep on the sofa.  It was plenty long and more than comfortable.  Jon stood up and draped a pink sheet over its length.  Not his color, not that it mattered.  He lay down, resting his head on the pillow, pulling a blanket over his body.  He grabbed his phone and put in a pair of earbuds… switching off the lamp… just the starlight coming through the window.  He found the mp3 file his sister had added.  He didn’t know what to expect as he started to play it.

            His sister’s silky and smoldering-hot feminine voice began to speak.  “Well… Jonathan.  It’s been a lot of fun teasing little you today.”  He heard her throaty and irresistible giggle through his earbuds, and he said aloud, “Oh, wow… oh, fucking wow.”  He instantly began to rub his crotch through his boxers.

            Madelyn’s sensual voice continued, “I just had to tease you some more with this recording.  I know you love my voice.  I hope you don’t mind, big brother — your sister teasing you with her sexy voice.”  She giggled softly, saying, “I love teasing you.  I’m so glad you came today.  Having you come and visit me makes me so happy… and horny.  Mmm… But you know what I really... really want, don’t you?”  She began to talk in a playfully antagonistic tone, making her seduction level rise even higher.  “Do I have to spell it out for you, my big brother?  Do I?  Hmm?  … I want you small… so small.  I want you to be little… tiny… itty-bitty.  I want to shrink you.  Is that clear enough for you, Jonathan?  I want to shrink you down.”

            She moaned softly, “Nnaahhh… Mmm… Do you like shrinking?  Mm-hmm.  How would you feel after I shrink you smaller and smaller… and smaller… and you hear your sister’s super hot voice speaking down to you?  I’d say, ‘Aww, little bro, you’re so small.   So cute and tiny.  You said you didn’t want me to shrink you, but now it’s too late.  I already shrunk you.  Oops.’”  She giggled again, saying, “Well, that’s just too bad for you, isn’t it?  Looks like I won and you lost.  I’m really big and you’re really tiny. … Just the way I like it.”

            Jon’s hand was down his boxers, pumping away on his rock-hard shaft.  He knew his sister could shrink him for real with her Magicka.  He had seen it with his own eyes when she shrunk the glass of water.  The thought terrified him to the core, but it only made her taunting all the more stimulating.

            His sister’s phone sex girl-like voice teased, “Ooh… you’re my little prisoner.  I like to keep you trapped inside a shoebox.  Or my panty drawer.  Or maybe… I’d just drop you into my cleavage.  Squish and squeeze you between my big boobs.  I remember your drawings, Jon… you love big breasts.  You’re obsessed with them.  If I shrunk you to an inch… just think how HUGE my DD’s would be to little you.”

            Jon listened to his sister’s smug laughter.  He had tried his best to pace himself as he masturbated, but he couldn’t hold his load anymore... squirting violently inside his boxers.  Madelyn’s super-hot, sensual voice combined with what she was saying — it was too much.  He pumped his cock faster… shooting out blast after blast of cum.  The fear of his sister’s powerful magic… the fear of her losing control of her temper… it was like a drug that gripped him in ecstasy

            The thought of being powerless while his little sister was powerful… as fear-provoking and dread-filled as it was… pushed his orgasm to the next level, and he let out a moan, cumming one last time, “Ohhh…  Yes!  Yes!”

            The recording ended as Madelyn teased, “I can’t wait to have you helpless in my hands, little bro.  I’ve always wanted to become the BIG sister.”

            Jon pulled the earbuds out of his ears — the silence and darkness of his sister’s apartment surrounding him.  He could hear his breathing as it finally slowed, returning to normal, as he lay on his sister’s sofa.  He said quietly to himself, “What have I gotten myself into?”

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EPISODE 2

CHAPTER 1

Jon awoke the next morning with butterflies in his stomach.  As he went about folding the pink sheet which he had used while sleeping on his sister’s sofa, the events of the previous day swirled about in his increasingly troubled mind.  It wasn’t a dream.  My sister now has the power to shrink physical objects.  But she promised she wouldn’t do it to me without my permission… at least I think she did.

            Jon glanced at the door, for a moment considering walking out of his sister’s apartment, never to return — and then remembering he had no means to pay for another place to live.  He was stuck, at least until he scraped up some cash to live independently.

            He heard the bathroom door open, down the hall, and then Madelyn padded across the hardwood floor into the living room.  Jon’s eyes enlarged, his pupils dilating, at the sight of his gorgeous 18-year-old sister having just finished her shower.  Her smooth curves were on display, a white towel wrapped around her middle, her long and thick dark hair still damp.

            Cradling her big boobs with the towel, she spoke in her natural, sensual voice.  “Morning, big brother.  I take it you enjoyed listening to my recording last night… I heard you all excited saying, ‘Yes!  Yes!’”

            The memory of masturbating to his sister speaking to him through his earbuds rushed back to him, and he immediately felt his face become super warm with embarrassment.  Oh, no... I’m blushing.  I know I am.  I’m totally turning red.  He looked at his sibling, choosing to be honest rather than to deceive.  “Yeah, uh… I really enjoyed your voice… um, I mean your recording.  You definitely blew me away with the things you said.  All the fetish stuff — everything.”

            His sister smiled beautifully, still holding her towel close to her buxom figure.  “Good,” she breathed.  “Well… I’m going to change in my room.”

            “Okay,” Jon answered after her, his voice cracking.  His sister having left, Jon took a seat on the sofa, leaning forward, his face in his hands.  He spoke under his breath, “I don’t know what to think anymore.  I’m so fucking turned on… but I can’t risk Maddie getting angry at me.  I can’t risk her shrinking me for real.”

            Jon abruptly stood up, having come to a decision.  He thought, “I will tell Maddie that I can no longer flirt with her about my shrinking fetish.  It was fun, a lot of fun, but it’s best that we completely stop doing it.  At 19, Jon felt he was level-headed and reasonable and he knew when enough was enough… to recognize when he was in over his head.  He had read enough shrinking stories online to know that it doesn’t turn out well for the brother when the sister has resentment and a history of anger.

            Ten minutes later, Jon heard his sister returning, and he announced, “Maddie, I need to tell you something.”

            As Madelyn entered the living room, Jon was woefully unprepared despite having seen the teen in her skimpy summer clothing the day before.  Today she wore short black shorts that flattered her strong, shapely legs… hugging her pleasingly wide hips, tapering up to a small waist.  A navy blue tank top clung to her fit belly and to the sensual curves of her ample breasts… her toned shoulders and arms bare.  A pair of light-blue and white sandals finished her look.

            “Did you say something, big brother?”  Her slender arms lifted as she pulled back her thick, lustrous dark-brown locks, putting her hair into a ponytail.

            “Uh… umm…” Jon uttered.  He shook his head, trying to knock some clarity back to himself.  “I wanted to tell you…”  He paused — sensing at the core of his being that his psyche had been torn irrevocably into two sides.  On the one hand, he was genuinely aroused by his grown-up sibling… her extreme curves and model-like beauty… and by the way she teased him as only she could about his shrinking fetish.  Yet, on the other hand… this was his sister.  The sister he had grown to despise and hate.  He still had long-lasting resentment from their childhood, the memories of Madelyn’s intense desire to harm him — mentally, emotionally, physically — still fresh in his mind.  And it disturbed him greatly that he was now actually attracted to his sister.  He wondered what was wrong with him… how he could hate her passionately and yet she could give him a throbbing boner at the same time.

            “Hold that thought,” his sister said, smirking.  “I have something you haven’t seen in a long, long time.”

            “But… uh…” Jon’s voice trailed off as he watched Madelyn run back into her bedroom, almost instantly returning… a bright red shoebox in her hands.

            Jon took a step back, bumping into the sofa.  “Wh-What’s that?” he said, all of a sudden wary of the teen’s intentions.

            “Take a look,” Madelyn said with a smile.  She opened the cardboard box with its hinged design revealing at least 50 plastic 1-inch-tall army men.  There were dark-green figurines piled on top of one another, and underneath some tan-colored army men could be seen.

            “Oh, wow,” Jon exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.  He stepped closer.  “I haven’t seen these since — I thought they were thrown out or sold at a garage sale.”

            “No, I found them in storage a couple years ago.  I put them all in my shoebox that used to have my soccer cleats.  I remember, Jon, how you used to play with your army men with your friends on the stairs.”

            “Oh, yeah,” he recalled, gently taking the box into his hands.  “That was a lot of fun.”  He sat down, beginning to shift through the various figurines.

            “Well, I have to stop at the store, big brother,” Madelyn commented.  “Maybe we could play together when I get back… you know what I mean.”

            “Sure, sure,” Jon answered, looking up and then back down at his childhood toys.

            The teen chuckled and then went off to her bedroom.  She returned with her handbag, and noticing Jon was still lost in the box of army men, she quietly left the apartment.

            After a few minutes, Jon had found himself setting up the miniature army men along the seat cushion of the sofa — just like he had done when he was a child.  It seemed an utterly natural thing to do.  He lined them up carefully one by one.  He glanced down at the hardwood floor, spotting the perfect place to have a base of operations for the dark-green team.  “Yes,” he said, moving himself and the shoebox to the floor.

            After 30 minutes or so, Jon heard the sound of the apartment door opening.  He immediately looked up, startled, having lost track of the time and even that this was his sister’s apartment — not his.  He watched as the beautiful teen stepped into the living room, Jon suddenly feeling a tidal wave of anxiety wash over him.

            “Having fun?  With your little army men?”  His sister’s voice sounded too confident to Jon… too in control.  She giggled, saying, “I didn’t know you were going to arrange them all on the floor like that before I got back.”

            “Yeah, uh…” Jon’s voice wavered, unable to hide his discomfort as he sat on the floor.  “I thought I’d play with them a bit.  I set up both teams.”  His sister’s sandaled feet stepped gingerly along the hardwood floor, and she stepped right up close to the headquarters of the dark-green team.  She peered down, hands on her womanly hips.  “Mm-hmm,” she cooed.  “I can see that you set up both teams.  So, who’s going to win?”

            Jon touched his face nervously… glancing at his sister’s strong, shapely calves and then up at her powerful, soccer-sculpted thighs.  He noticed as she then purposely bumped her sandal into one of the dark-green army men as it fell over.  Staring at his sister’s sandals, he realized how exquisitely beautiful her feet were.  He said, “Um… I don’t think anyone is going to win this time.”

            “No one is going to win?” his sister asked sharply.  “That’s no fun.”  She folded her arms as she lifted her sandaled-foot, setting it down on top of the plastic man she had previously pushed over.  “Maybe these little army men just need a giantess to fight.”

            Jon momentarily pressed his hand along his crotch, his arousal spiking.  Still uncomfortable with the scenario of his sibling being the actual giantess, he found himself responding playfully, “You know, Maddie, you shouldn’t knock over my army men.  It took me forever to set them up.”

            The teen breathed, “Is that so?”  She lifted her leg as her sandal hovered over a group of men bunched closely together.  He heard his sister laughing softly.  He then looked up from his place on the floor, and his eyes met his sister’s.  She was staring right down at him, a smirk on her full lips.  Jon swallowed hard and then looked away.

            “Ooh… I love being a giantess,” he heard her say, and he looked over just as his sister’s foot pressed down onto several of his army men.

CHAPTER 2

Jon began to breathe more loudly as he felt his pulse quickening.  This is not what siblings do with each other, he thought.  This can’t be normal.  Sisters are not meant to be the giantess in a role-play with her brother’s toys.  I mean, is this incest?  Or is this just harmless fun?

            He watched as his beautiful sister bent down and snatched one his army men in her clutches.  She walked back to the sofa and sat down, crossing her shapely legs, smiling as she eyed the little plastic man in her palm.

            Feeling a sense of titillation shoot from the top of his head down to the soles of his feet, Jon reached across the hardwood and took one of the tan-colored army men holding it along the floor.  He spoke playfully as if giving a voice to the tiny figurine.  “Oh, no!  The giantess has captured the General!  What are we going to do?”  He then took another of the tan-colored army men, speaking in a slightly lower voice, “I don’t know.  But that’s the General of the green team.  Shouldn’t we be glad that our enemy has been captured?”

            Madelyn, watching her brother, grinned as she laughed in amusement.  She lifted her little plastic captive before her pretty face.  And in a purposely sexy voice, she breathed, “Looks like the other team has learned of your capture… little General.  But there’s nothing they can do.  I’m much too big for them.  I’m so big and powerful.”

            Jon rubbed his genitals again through his pants.  Then holding a new army man, this time from the green side, he had him running over… pretending that he was out of breath.  “Oh!  Oh!  Please help!  I know I’m not a member of your team.  But our General has been captured by the big and powerful giantess!”

            “We know,” Jon voiced the tan-colored army man.

            “You know?” Jon continued.  “What are you saying?  You have infiltrated are encampment with spies?”

            “Hey, hey!  Do you want to argue about how we have spies in your ranks, or do you want us to help you get your General back?  We saw that the giantess crushed half of your entire army.  The green army is a joke.”

            The green army man relented, “Okay.  Fine.  I need your help.  We can discuss your spies… after we get our General back.”

            “Agreed,” Jon had the little figurine say.

            Madelyn cleared her throat, uncrossing her athletic legs.  She saw how her brother’s eyes were instantly glued to her and she took the General out of her palm holding him between fingertips with long nails.  She then slowly slid him along the top of her bare thigh… over to her knee… and then down… ever so slowly along her strong calf muscle.  She teased, “Not so cocky now, General, are you?”  She slid him down along her ankle, taunting him, “You’re so weak compared to me, little, tiny General.  I’m so much bigger than you.”  She laughed wickedly as she slipped off her sandal, placing the plastic figurine between her big toe and second toe, so that it was nice and snug.

            Jon couldn’t help himself as he continued to press along the crotch of his pants.  He watched with curious eyes as his sister lifted her foot, playfully teasing it from side to side, while speaking down to the little plastic man.  “You’re too small, little General.  You cannot defeat me.  Just look at you… so helpless between my toes.”

            Jon moved his body closer to the sofa, taking with him a handful of the army men.  Sitting on the floor, he set up the figurines so that they were standing up.  He gave voice to one of the green men.  “See!  Look!  There she is!  The giantess!”

            He then voiced one of the tan army men.  “She’s HUGE!  There’s no way we can fight a girl that big.  Our guns are useless against someone that big.”

            Madelyn leaned forward with a grin.  “Have you little men forgotten that I also have magic?”  She cast a telekinesis spell as all the army men at her feet began to float, rising up to the level of her knee.  His sister’s voice began to take on a rough edge, her voice growing louder.  “You’re all weak… little men.  You cannot defeat a powerful and giant sorceress like me.  My Magicka is all-powerful.”  She laughed with an evil chuckle.  She then said with an angry voice, “Little General… this is what you get for locking your sister in the closet.”

            Jon suddenly stood up as he walked several feet away, appearing uncomfortable.

            “What’s wrong?” his sister asked.  “We were playing.”

            “I don’t — I’m not sure I want to play anymore.”

            “What?  Are you serious?   Because I made a comment about the General locking his sister in the closet?”

            Jon didn’t answer.

            His sister waited another few seconds and then snickered.  She said, “I’m sure people in the army have locked their sisters in closets before… Jon.  I’m sure you’re not the only one to do that.”

            Jon continued to stare down at the floor, appearing anxious or agitated, or both.  He didn’t respond at all.  Another long silence pervaded the room.

            “Fine,” Madelyn finally uttered as she stood up, her sensual voice taking on a tone of scornful retribution.  “You know, I wanted to play with the army man between my big boobs, but I thought you would be uncomfortable.  So I teased him with my foot instead.  It’s your fucking loss, Jonathan.”

            Jon suddenly looked into his sister’s green eyes.  He hated that he was attracted to her.  He hated that she could manipulate him with his shrinking fetish.  He yelled, his voice shaking, “Yeah, you act like you’re so innocent, Maddie!  I only locked you in the closet because you were acting like a fucking bitch.  It’s your fault.”

            The teen clenched her fists… her eyes narrowing.  Her voice grew deeper with rage.  “Ohhh… so it’s my fault you locked me in the closet.  Leaving me in there for hours.  And it’s not like you did it just once.”

            “Hey — I’m sorry if you being a bitch made me want to shut you up!”

            Madelyn scoffed.  “Oh, that’s your apology?”

            Jon glared at his sibling, shouting, “You were far worse than I ever was!  I at least tried to make peace with you… well, once in a while.”

            “You are such a fucking liar!” she yelled.  “Ask Mom, she knows how much of an asshole you were.  You as the older brother were supposed to set an example.  It’s your fault I hate you.  It’s all your fault!”

            “Whatever,” he said, turning away, gesturing with his hand in the air.

            His sister then spoke calmly… annunciating every syllable distinctly.  “You can’t lock me in the closet anymore.  Can you?”

            He turned back around, seeing his gorgeous sister with her hands on her curvy hips… a smirk on her full lips.  He opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.

            “Big brother, you couldn’t lock me in the closet even if you tried.  With all your manly strength, you would still fail.”  She then whispered, “I’m too powerful for you.”

            Jon felt his stomach churn with anxiety as he clenched his teeth.  He could feel the last bit of his confidence slipping away from him… leaving him alone and helpless.  He swallowed anxiously, and he knew it was time to shut up.  He knew better.  But he went ahead and spoke anyway.  “You can’t shrink me.  You promised.”

            Madelyn laughed, grinning.  “I don’t recall ever saying the word ‘promise.’”

            Jon’s long-held and deeply felt fear suddenly shifted to anger as he lashed out.  “You can’t do that!  Do you hear me, Maddie?!  You can’t make me small!”  Jon stormed out of the room and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.  He noticed his body shaking uncontrollably as he breathed loudly like a freight train, hearing his heartbeat hammering in his ears.

            He stared into the large mirror upon the wall… at first not recognizing himself, being as unsettled as he was.  He felt like he was unraveling… his thoughts all in a jumble.  The memory of reading fetish stories online popped into his head.  He leaned forward staring at his face, saying quietly and with dread, “I’m the brother in those stories.”

            Taking a step back, Jon realized he was rubbing his genitals again.  “No,” he uttered, undoing his pants quickly as he pulled them down.  To his horror and disbelief, he had a full erection as it sprung out… a boner unlike he had ever had in his life.  It was rock hard… twitching and pulsating before him.

            “You can’t shrink me,” he said under his breath.  He closed his eyes and began to masturbate.  “You can’t… you can’t….”

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EPISODE 3

CHAPTER 1

Jon had remained in the bathroom for an hour after he masturbated.  It wasn’t the first time he had pleasured himself to the thought of Madelyn shrinking him — he had done so on many occasions over the past 6 years.  But this time it was different.  He knew she could do it for real.  And the fear was eating him up inside.

            Taking a deep breath, Jon turned the doorknob.  The apartment was quiet as he entered the living room.  He slowly made his way across the hardwood floor, glancing down at his still-packed suitcase.  I probably should go, he worried.

            His sibling’s sultry, feminine voice came from behind.  “Is being made tiny so frightful to you, Jon, that you’d lock yourself in the bathroom for over an hour?”

            Jon didn’t turn around.  He heard his sister continue, “Is it being shrunk that you’re afraid of?  Or is it being shrunk by me… your sister?”

            He spun around as he faced her.  The 18-year-old’s hourglass figure and breathtaking good looks assaulted Jon’s senses, and he had to take a moment to recover.  Still he managed to speak, even if under the protection of falsehoods.  “Why would I be afraid of you, Maddie?  I-I-I… I’m not.”

            His sister set her hands on her curvaceous hips.  “Jonathan… I don’t mind that you’re afraid.”  She giggled, saying, “I think it’s kind of cute.  Well, I’d still want to shrink you even if you weren’t scared and you wanted me to do it — even asked or begged me to do it.  But it’s so much more stimulating that you are fighting me so hard over this.”

            Jon couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  He opened his mouth, trying desperately to counter the narrative that his sister had spelled out.  But his mind had gone blank — as though Madelyn’s choice of words were so outrageous that his brain had blown a fuse

            “Big brother, I know you find me attractive.  I see the way you look at my body.”  And with that, the teen began to strip off her navy-blue tank top... pulling it up over her thick dark hair and ponytail.  The teen’s ample globes jiggled in her white pushup bra as she finished removing the top.

            Jon’s legs had gone weak as he blinked nervously.  He said with astonishment, unable to form a coherent thought, “Wha —?  Wha —?”

            His sister slowly stepped closer.  She fondled the sides of her bra, her large breasts rising and pressing firmly together before him.  She released her hands, setting them back on her curvy hips.  “You enjoy having me as your playmate, don’t you?  Playing kinky stuff where you shrink and I’m the giantess?  You got off to me teasing that gummy bear with my tongue.  You had fun role-playing with your army men.”

            “Yeah, but —” Jon said, struggling to catch his breath.  “I mean, sure… but…”  He managed to sit down on the sofa as he tried to organize his thoughts.  He glanced back at his sister, seeing how incredible her boobs looked in her bra.  They seemed bigger than he had imagined.  Round and juicy … and ripe for picking.  No! he thought.  This isn’t right.  But Maddie is so hot… too fucking hot.   I have to say something to stop this before I lose my mind.

            He blurted out, “You’re my sister.  It’s not right.”

            Madelyn sat down beside him, giving him a front-row seat to her spectacular and heaving bosom.  She noticed Jon gazing down at her chest, appearing to be lost in her soft cleavage.  She reached forward, caressing his knee through his pants.  “What’s not right?” she murmured.  “You and I role-playing with your toys?  Or… me shrinking you for real with my Magicka?”

            Jon touched his forehead, as he closed his eyes.  He felt uncomfortably warm.  He felt overwhelmed with a barrage of conflicting thoughts and emotions… desires and fears.  His mind seemed to whirl through a lifetime… his shrinking fetish… his embattled relationship with his sister.  It was all too much.  He abruptly stood up as he spoke.  “I think it’s okay to role-play, but that’s it.”  His honesty began to gush out of him, the floodgates having been opened.  “Even that, us role-playing… I don’t feel comfortable with it — which is so ironic because I masturbate about those kinds of fantasies… a lot.”  He looked down into his sister’s eyes.  “Maddie, I masturbate about you shrinking me.  I know — I shouldn’t do that.”

            He stepped across the living room and then turned, staring back at her.  “And now —” his voice cracked, “because of the way you look… you know...”

            Madelyn smirked.  “No, tell me.  Tell me how I look.”

            He anxiously said, “You know… with your large boobs and curves everywhere… and you’re drop-dead gorgeous like a supermodel.  It makes it even harder not to masturbate about you shrinking me.”  The memory of jerking off in the bathroom an hour ago came to his mind.  But he continued, bravely, “I think it’s best that we stop all of it.  It’s the only way.  I think we shouldn’t even role-play with my army men or anything.”

            His sister interjected, “You said it was okay to role-play.  Didn’t you say that?”

            Jon looked down at the floor, and then looked up, saying, “I changed my mind.”

            Madelyn snickered.  She spoke in a voice that didn’t hide her displeasure.  “So — what does that mean, huh?  You never want me to shrink you?  Is that what you’re saying, Jonathan.  I thought we could have a good time role-playing… and then, when you’re ready, we could make you small for real.”

            Jon’s voice grew louder, his fear fueling his anger.  “You cannot shrink me, Maddie!  That’s not what I want.”

            His sister breathed out in a huff.  “Fuck you, Jonathan!”  With annoyance, she put her tank top back over her head, pulling it over her large breasts and then down so it covered her toned belly.  She rose to her feet, standing tall.

            Jon swallowed.  “See?” Jon uttered.  “This is what you always do… just like when we were kids.  You get all upset because I won’t let you control me.  That’s why I won’t let you shrink me.”

            He watched his sister’s eyes narrow, a scowl upon her pretty face.  She yelled, “I wouldn’t have to get upset if you were a little more reasonable!  You said you were done with everything — even role-playing.  You’re just an asshole!”

            Jon felt his rage swell up.  “Yeah, and you’re a bitch, Maddie!  A bitch, bitch, bitch!”  He marched over to his suitcase and picked it up.  “I don’t have to live here with an angry bitch.”  He set the suitcase back down, and walked over to the sofa, picking up the red shoebox of his army men.  “And I’m taking this with me.  They’re mine.”  He then noticed that he had failed to pick up all of the plastic figurines he had set up earlier that day… as several were still down on the floor.  Jon set the shoebox down on the seat cushion and was just about to reach down to gather up his childhood toys… when he felt a sudden and overwhelming sensation of dizziness — his whole body tingling.

            He blinked several times as the apartment around him seemed to be moving… his point-of-view descending.  And then it dawned on him that everything was enlarging… or rather, it was he who was shrinking.  His clothing and his body were becoming smaller… rapidly smaller.  It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but he looked up at his beautiful sister while his height diminished, and he saw the most wicked smirk upon her full lips.  She appeared outright pleased with his dwindling form.... a look of arousal and gratification mixed.  She began to step closer.

            He shrunk and shrunk… and shrunk… and shrunk.  Until finally… the room stopped moving.  He looked out across the impossibly vast hardwood floor — everything stretched out for seemingly miles and miles.

            BOOM! … BOOM!! … BOOM!!!  The ground quaked as Madelyn’s sandaled feet stepped all the way up to her brother… so close that he was standing right between them.  He then heard the sensual voice of his sister, slightly deeper as it boomed overhead.  “Yes… one inch will do.”

            Jon’s head jerked upward, his eyes wide… his jaw fallen.  Beginning to hyperventilate, he stared up at the teen’s powerful, soccer-sculpted legs which rose like great buildings into the sky.  Craning his neck even further, he could see his sister’s hands on her womanly hips… her large breasts pressing out from her tank top… and her gorgeous face peering down.

            She spoke in a seductively self-satisfied tone.  “Well, well… look at little brother.  You don’t mind me calling you… little brother, do you?”  She giggled, smirking down at him.

            Shocking himself, Jon shouted up at the skyscraper-sized sister as he waved his tiny fist… his voice high-pitched.  “You can’t do this to me!  You’ll never get away with this!”

            “Oh…” she breathed.  “But I already have.  You see, little bro, my powers are greater than you can even imagine.  Not only does my Magicka allow me to understand your cute, teeny-tiny voice from all the way up here… but I can tell your heart is beating super fast right now.”  She laughed smugly.  “You still can’t believe how big I am, can you?  Your greatest fear has finally happened to you.  Your little sister shrunk you… and now she is so… fucking… HUGE.”

            He shouted upward, “No!!!”  Suddenly he realized his feet had left the ground as he began to float upward… rising along his sister’s dangerous curves.

CHAPTER 2

Jon’s tiny body was levitated, rising up his sister’s shapely figure, faster and faster.  His mind became dizzy as a blur of colors entered his vision.  In a matter of a few seconds he had risen the equivalent of 400 feet — the height of a 40-story building.  And then he found himself suspended in the middle of the air… floating before the 50-foot-tall face of his sibling.

            He gasped, unprepared for the immensity of his sister’s gorgeous countenance.  All of the teen’s breathtaking model-like features had been magnified… her rare beauty unmistakable.  Her thick-lashed emerald eyes — each as large as his whole body — gazed back at him… her voluptuous, pouty lips parted slightly, glistening with a sheen of lip gloss.  Her remarkably symmetrical face had a cute nose with an exceptionally feminine chin and jaw line… her high cheekbones flattering the rest of her perfection.

             Madelyn smirked and then laughed smugly.  “I knew I would shrink you one day, my brother.  For years, I focused all my energy learning size reduction magic.  And when I had finally mastered it… all the other forms of Magicka seemed like child’s play to me.”

            Jon twisted helplessly in the air, unable to free himself from his sister’s telekinetic grasp.  He shouted in his high-pitched voice, “I’m sorry!  I’m so sorry for calling you a bitch!”

            His sister chuckled.  “I bet you are.  What was it you called me?  Oh, yes… an angry bitch.”

            Jon squealed in desperation, “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I’m so very sorry for calling you that!”

            She smiled and then spoke softly.  “I love being a bitch — a big… gigantic… pissed-off… bitch.”  She then lifted her hand as long, elegant fingers with long nails took hold of her brother.

            “Let me go!” he shouted, pushing with all his strength against his sister’s fingertips.  “Let me go!”

            Madelyn giggled happily.  “Hush, little bro… or I shall have to shrink you smaller.”  She giggled again as she stepped over to the sofa.  Taking the bright red shoebox in her hand, she unceremoniously dumped all of the plastic army men onto the seat cushion.  Then holding the empty box in front of her, she placed her diminutive brother inside.  She closed the hinged lid as she sauntered across the living room and entered her bedroom.  She smiled as she took a seat at her desk.

            From within the darkness, Jon felt the shoebox being set down.  His eyes slowly began to adjust to the twilight and he could make out long slivers of light — 30 feet up — marking the edges.  He could hear himself breathing loud and fast… his heartbeat still pounding in his chest.  Oh, no, he thought.  How can I ever escape when Maddie has such powerful, godlike magic?  There’s no hope of escape… I’m trapped in her apartment.  I’m in her shoebox — the shoebox that her soccer cleats used to be in.  No… no!  This can’t be happening!

            All of a sudden bright light filled the space as the box’s lid flipped open.  Jon squinted as he tilted his head upward.  He stared spellbound by the surreal view of his sister’s gorgeous 5-story-tall face peering down into the shoebox.

            “Having fun in there, little Jonathan?”  Her voice sounded sexy, reminding him of the recording he had listened to the night before.  “You’re my little, tiny 1-inch prisoner.  And this is your new home.”

            Jon felt his anxiety shifting to anger.  He shouted upward, “You can’t do this to me!  Let me go!”

            Madelyn smirked.  “Now why would I want to do that?  I like having you trapped.in there — just like you trapped me in the closet when we were kids.  You know, little bro, I could have just shrunk you yesterday.  But I wanted to give you something you never gave me — a choice.  Since you have a shrinking fetish, I thought you would ask me to make you small.  I thought you would accept your new role as the ‘little’ brother as a blessing rather than a curse.”

            He continued to gaze up at his sister’s enormous and breathtaking beauty.  Her stunning facial features exuded an erotic allure that Jon’s brain was having trouble resisting.  He felt an overwhelming urge to reach down and rub his genitals through his pants.  But he composed himself, saying, “Please, Maddie… you can un-shrink me.  Please.  I know I said I masturbated about you shrinking me, but I never should have given into my fetish.  You’re my sister, and I was wrong for thinking about you in that way.  Incest is wrong.”

            His sister simply stared down at him for a moment.  And then a big white beautiful grin began to grow on her face… beaming down at her brother.  Her eyes flashed as she reached down into the shoebox.  With the long nails of her thumb and index finger, she took hold of her brother by the back his shirt… lifting him high up in front of her face.  She sat up tall as she dangled him before her stunning green eyes… his tiny arms and legs flailing about.  She laughed smugly with throaty satisfaction.  And then in her most sensual… seductive voice she breathed, “Shrinking you was the best decision I ever made… you bad little boy.”

            His eyes wide, Jon instantly found himself rubbing his crotch.  He thought, No!  Stop touching yourself!  My sister can’t do this to me!  She controls my size… she can’t control my libido, too.

            The teen giggled as she sat back in her chair, crossing her shapely legs.  She then set her brother down on her chest along the low-cut opening of her tank tip, her large breasts jutting out beneath him.  She smirked as her brother clung precariously to the cotton fabric, trying desperately to climb upward.

            He squeaked, “No!” struggling to pull himself up.  As he lifted one leg up inside his sister’s top, he glanced down, getting a glimpse of her beautiful cleavage.  “No!  Maddie, you can’t do this!”

            She cooed, “What’s the matter, little bro?  I thought you liked big boobs.  And your sister’s DD’s are definitely… big.”

            Jon fought with all his strength as he climbed higher up his sister’s chest, finally approaching her collarbone.  All of a sudden, he realized his sibling was pulling off her tank top as he held closely to her smooth skin, fearing that he might fall.  And then the rumbling of his giantess-sized family member ceased as he nervously looked down.  “Oh, my God!” he exclaimed, looking down into Madelyn’s epic cleavage.  Her white pushup bra was pressing her already large breasts together as they heaved majestically — making them appear even larger.

            “I caught you ogling my big boobs before, Jonathan.  It’s only fair you get to do it again… now that I’ve shrunk you so small.”  She giggled as her finger brushed along the bottom of her neck close to her brother.  He tried to move away but her long fingernail nudged his 1-inch frame, forcing him to grab hold of her nail.  She lowered him back down to her bosom, and with a gentle flick of her finger, he dropped onto the top of her left breast as he bounced.

            The silky skin of his sister’s breast felt warm against Jon’s hands as he attempted to stand up.  He felt a stirring in his pants and without thinking he reached down and began rubbing along his penis.  “No!” he said under his breath, stopping himself.  He hurried along the curve of her breast, thinking, I have to climb out of here!  Make it back up Maddie’s body!

            And just as he was fighting his way up her breast… his hands grasping along the ledge of her bra... his sister cupped the sides of her big tits, giving them a playful jiggle.  Jon tumbled back down… hearing his sister laugh in amusement.  He had fallen even further down into his sister’s cleavage — his breathing out of control… his heart pounding in his ears.  “No... no, no, no!!!” he shouted, struggling in vain as his sister’s smooth boobs seemed to be swallowing him up as he continued to slip deeper… deeper inside his sister’s warm, soft cleavage.

            Jon’s descent finally slowed as he became wedged between the teen’s giant boobs.  He then heard that mesmerizing, sexy voice.  “Ooh… are you having a little problem, Jonathan?  Or would you call it… a big problem?”

            He craned his neck, his eyes wide as he saw just how far he had descended.  His sister’s pretty face was peering down at him, a smug smirk on her full lips.  He struggled fiercely to move, immediately giving up… realizing the immense weight of her massive breasts had him hopelessly pinned.  He shouted upward in his high-pitched voice, his panic turning to anger, “Let me out of here!  I demand that you let me go!”

            Madelyn laughed.  “Nonsense, little bro.  Maybe a little squeeze will teach you the proper way to speak to your big sister.”  And then pushing on the sides of her bra, her big, juicy melons pressed firmly together.

            Everything turned dark as Jon felt the unbearable pressure of being crushed.  Oh, no… he panicked.  I can’t breathe.  I have to stop her…but I can’t tell her when I’m trapped between her boobs.

            Madelyn continued to press her DD’s together, smiling as she squeezed them even harder.  She took her time, not relenting in the least.  And then finally… after more than a minute… she let go of her breasts.

            Jon gasped… breathing loudly in and out.  He heard his sister giggle as he looked back up at her.  “Anything you want to say… little brother?”

            He struggled to catch his breath as he shouted upward, “You are the big sister!  I’m sorry… for what I said before!  I’m sorry for everything!”  He saw his sister grinning down at him.  And then as he put his hand down to his pants, he gasped, sensing he had a full boner.  He couldn’t resist any longer as he began to rub himself.  He managed to unzip his pants as he stroked his cock, moaning, “Oh… oh…”

            He looked back up at his sibling’s beautiful face.  A single dark eyebrow arched… and then she smirked.  “Yes… little brother… that’s right.  You can cum inside my cleavage.  I want you to.”

            Hearing his sister’s sexy voice speaking those words — it was too much.  And Jon blasted his cum out... pumping away on his dick… shooting again… and again.

            He heard Madelyn tease, “You love that my boobs are so much bigger than you, don’t you?  I am so… fucking… big.  Yes… yes… you look so tiny… so incredibly small in my cleavage.  Between my big boobs.  Little brother loves being between his sister’s DD’s, don’t you?  Trapped between my big… heavy… tits.”

            “Oh, God,” Jon exhaled, ejaculating again, listening to his sister.  The orgasms were mind-blowing as he shot out another blast.  And then finally, his breathing slowed.... having given all of himself.  He suddenly found himself lifted up and out of his sister’s cleavage… raised up before her gorgeous face.  His pants were still undone, his cock still erect.

            He saw her green eyes sparkle with delight as she held him loosely between her thumb and fingertip.  “Still hard for BIG sister, are you?”  She giggled, raising her other hand as she teased his cock with her long fingernail — gently lifting it up and down.  He saw her bite her lower lip as she then gave his erection a soft flick with her nail… his cock bouncing up and down, wobbling from side to side

            Jon was speechless, his eyes wide.  Without thinking, he grabbed his cock once more and resumed masturbating.  The gorgeous 50-foot-tall face of Madelyn was enough to make him shoot out another explosion of cum.  The orgasm was beyond what he thought he was capable of…. but he did it again… and then once more.  He let go of his cock, just as he heard his sister giggle.  “See?” she breathed.  “Being my little prisoner has its perks.”

            She then lowered her 1-inch brother back into the red shoebox on her desk… closing the lid.  She pulled her tank top back over her pretty head… pulling the skintight top down over her ample bosom and then down her toned midsection.   And then she stood up, taking the box in her hands.  Stepping across the carpet of her bedroom, she walked over to her bookshelf.

            Within the darkened shoebox, Jon sensed that he was being set down.  And a moment later, he heard a muffled ‘thud’ as something heavy had been set down over the box’s lid.  He heard his sister laugh in her usual throaty, seductive way.  He was pretty sure he had heard her stepping away as quiet began to pervade the darkness.

            Jon pulled up his pants, zipping them.  He had tried his best to resist his sister’s sex appeal and he lost that battle.  He told himself it wasn’t his fault that his sister looks super hot, and yet he still felt weak in his failure.  In his heart he believed that incest was wrong.  It was taboo for a reason.  Despising his sister’s control of him made incest all the more unpalatable to him.

            He took a deep breath, exhaled, and then sat down on the cardboard floor.  His head dropped into his hands.  He thought, Maddie is too big.  She’s too… fucking… big.  How can I hope to fight — much less win — when my sister is the size of a skyscraper?

Please comment.

I’m feeling tired, so I think this is a good place to stop writing.  I might continue this story later on.  I wanted to at least have Jon shrink once.  I’ve also decided that Jon should be shrunk again *every other* episode… instead of every episode.  Thanks for reading.