The girls were all gathered around the dollhouse, acting out their typical storylines. Today, Jean and Brittany were playing with Jeans cousin, Ashley. She was a few months younger than the two girls, but still being born within the same year made them basically made them initial friends. Brittany believed most girls her age to be the peak of their maturity, at least according to her mother. It also helped that she shared the same natural blonde hair that Brittany was enthralled with, believing it to be one of the only beneficial traits of her biological father. The other was her great bone structure, which displayed her cheekbones, giving her a delicate facial shape. Though this trait was something she disliked about Ashley, despite them having these two things in common. Ashley was not known for her impeccable facial structure, instead it was one of her lesser approved of features. Jean had secretly called her ‘The Horse-Face’, simply named because Ashley’s face was long and brought out her rather overdeveloped nose, for which Brittany declared ‘Pinocchio’ to be a better fitting term.
The younger girl was timid and shy, which reminded Brittany of Kyle. Both had the same unconfident demeanour that she preyed upon, and thus, despite the reasonably right foot being started off on, Ashley was a target for both of the girls. She suffered more psychological abuse though than the physical torture of being held between the butt cheeks of a middle-aged woman, though this made it more fun for the girls in a way. This meant that both got to repeatedly tell Ashley all of the things that would eventually happen to her when Jean’s mother got to buy one of the prototype rays manufactured by Amy’s company – though they were predicted to stay in development stage indefinitely.
Ashley submitted to the girl’s insults and threats, believing them to be inevitable facts that would eventually occur. “We’ll share you around all day long, trapped in our shoes or our sweaty butts” Brittany said, “All day long, gasping for a fresh breath of air, only to be begging to be put back in!”
“That’s what her brother does, all day he gets in trouble on purpose just to be with his mommy’s favourite place. My gosh, there’s a few boys that would love to get their hands on a miniature girl. I heard they sweat more, you’d basically be in paradise!” Jean teased. Ashley stayed quiet, hanging her long face downwards, holding back a few tears. It was then that Brittany held her hand on Ashley’s shoulder to comfort her, and Jean went further into the teasing “Don’t get upset, you’ll learn to like it, it’s quite fun according to Kyle”.
“Here why don’t you get accustomed to your new life, think of it as a preview” Brittany explained, as she raised her foot to her victims face. It was clear that she was expecting some sort of worship from her lesser friend, as a form of humiliation before an empty threat was cast into the light to show that nothing was serious. Jean raised her foot as well, to join in on the domination that she so sorely missed. This event did not last long however, as Ashley’s mother had come to take her back home. The girl ran out of the room quickly as soon as she heard the car honk its horn, signifying that she was free from the torment.
Brittany and Jean were not disappointed though, as the threats were enough to quench their thirst for supremacy over the ‘bugs’. They relished in their lust for power, laughing aloud at the mere thought of dominating another insignificant being again. The bugs were long lost, but they substituted them through the use of emotionally distant relatives. Jeans cousin was born to be the submissive type according to Brittany, whilst Jean said the same about Kyle. Brittany corrected Jean on numerous occasions however, that he was firmly resistant when it came to his well-deserved punishments. She claimed that it was a rehabilitation process that would take place every time he would do something severe, and it had been proven on other boys as well. The test trials were ran with prisoners however, never with someone of a familial relationship. This detail was omitted by Amy, in order to maintain the illusion that these things were very widespread.
This wasn’t planned from the beginning of course. There arrived another wave of feminist movements after an incident after a female jail officer was unable to defend herself in a prison riot. The arguments against the woman were that she should have known that in these situations that men are physiologically more developed then women in terms of pure physical prowess. This argument was made redundant however, as Amy’s company ‘Developmental Futurology’ created what is considered to be the most advanced piece of technology of all time. The shrink ray.
Eventually, a judge ruled that this new technology was to be used to deliver the people’s justice, and the female officer was the first official human on the planet to use the device on another human being. At first, the people hailed this new innovative tech as the greatest form of sentencing in the history of mankind, until it came to light of the prisoners fates. It was seen as inhumane that the tiny convicts were squished, blended, eaten and entrapped within the female. It was argued constantly, until the government decreed that the device must not be usable on humans. Thus, the device has never gained as much traction due to its notoriety.
Brittany however, being only twelve did not know much about the incident, but she neither cared what happened to the fictitious victims of these shenanigans, only the fate of what lay ahead for her ‘big’ brother.
Jean and Brittany were down in the living room, watching television peacefully, but in an almost dull, catatonic state. It seemed rather boring until Jean decided to lift up and relieve herself of her gastric pressure. Of course, being the young tomboy that she is, Brittany could not withhold her laughter and neither could Jean. This led to a discussion; “Does your Mom ever fart on your brother when he’s in there?” Brittany pondered for a moment. Though she thought about her brother being pressed closely between the two gargantuan mounds constantly, she had never contemplated the actual reality of the anus’ purpose, to expel waste.
“I have no idea” said Brittany, “She might, because she spends all of her time at work, she might find time to let one go, but I have no clue”.
Jean laughed at her friend’s ignorance, “So you’re telling me that there isn’t any examples of your brother being forced to breathe in a huge amount of farts? That’s weird. When he’s in mine, I’m going to be eating Mexican, all day, every day.” Brittany thought about the constant butt explosions, but worried about Jeans ‘when he’s in mine’ line. She never thought that she would be sharing her brother with anyone but her mother, and even then, she thought she would take over the majority of her disciplining duties. The very thought of sharing her future butt boy was a foreign concept, and believed that Kyle was to be strictly hers.
“Too bad he’s not going to be in your butt though, he’s going to have to put up with all of the junk in my trunk!” She laughed. Jean was visibly annoyed at this, obviously because she thought that her friend was more generous with her privilege of having the world’s only shrink ray. “Oh my god, can you imagine what it’d be like after a huge trip to the bathroom!” Once again, the laughter was not returned by Jean, who seemed even more annoyed after the revelation.
“What do you mean? I thought we were going to take turns or something? Didn’t you say there was a two day policy or something? That’s a day each! C’mon!” Jean pleaded with her friend, but it was met with a thorough explanation of Brittany’s ambitions.
“Mom and I are going to be sharing him until I take over full time. Maybe if I go on vacation or something… no, I’ll definitely be taking him with me. Maybe if… no, same problem there. You see the problem here, right?” Jean didn’t see a problem, in fact, she knew that Brittany was being entirely selfish just because she believed that it was her ‘right’. Jean let out an audibly dismissive sigh and continued watching her cartoons, not wanting to get into a fight. Brittany felt bad about not including her best friend in their mutual interest. She recalled a time when her mother first introduced the concept of the whole punishment to her, so that she would not worry about the safety of her step-brother.
*
“Now, he’s going to be between the cheeks for the little time-outs and if he really wants to be bad, he goes…”
“Right up the bum hole!” yelled Brittany. Amy giggled at her comment and clarified that she was indeed correct. The whole situation seemed to be causal and overall even a bit underwhelming. One second, Kyle was being a normal twelve year old, watching cartoons, laughing at poop jokes and slapstick, refusing to do homework; then all of the sudden, he was nowhere to be found unless one spread the thick gluteus of Amy Donnelly. Amy herself wasn’t a particularly large woman, but she wasn’t thin either. She did have a chubby layer of fat, but her figure only displayed an imperfect hourglass, only flawed due to the proportionate waist in accordance to the rest of her body. He cheeks were not toned, but round and soft. In theory, if one to be nestled between them, there would be no argument for safety in terms of prolonged crack spelunking.
Her brunette hair reached down to her shoulder blades, straightened every day to combat the natural curliness of the locks. She was above average height, around 5’11. This helped her overcome the predominantly male atmosphere, as she was taller than the first CEO of Developmental Futurology, who himself was a short stout man. She eventually inspired other women, and soon, half of the corporate administration was female, to which she preferred as the newest feminist movement allowed her to cater to their newly intended audience without much refutation. She shortly acquired the title after her husband and Kyle’s father had passed. Amy believed that taking the surname of her late husband would be too painful o bear, as she would walk in to her office and be reminded of him every time she saw her name on the door. As such, she reverted to her maiden name of Donnelly.
“So, do you have any questions about your brothers new discipline plan?” Amy asked. She noticed Brittany’s earlier enthusiasm, but it soon turned into a reluctant nod in response. “What’s wrong sweetie?”
“Will… will I… end up being the same?” the little girl inquired. Amy noticed the intense fear in her daughter’s eyes, and felt guilty for not clarifying earlier. She explained that Brittany herself would not endure an anal experience due to the fact that Brittany was her own flesh and blood. Brittany herself was relieved at this, and felt some of her previous authority return as she was immune to any sort of consequences. She had no typical spoiled mentality of ‘everything is easy’. Brittany was no fool, as she realised that those with Donnelly blood in their veins ruled over this household, and those who dwelled within, or in this case, their butts.