“Jessica, its time to wake up,” sung a soft voice, her words covering the girl in a blanket of warm minty air. When she stirred, she was instinctively frightened of the creature looming over her, but she soon regained her composure. She sat up, supporting herself with one hands, yet feeling it sink into her bed anyway. Jessica barley felt anything but soreness from the stump that had been her left arm, the medication must have worked better than she though. She had gotten Hannah to put her in her own bed, refusing to sleep anywhere else, thus acknowledging that anything was different. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes. Jessica felt disgusted to have had to sleep in her clothes but she simply hadn’t seen a need to nor a possibility to change the night before. Still, she had put a lot of thought into clothing, but at her new size it was very difficult to imagine finding something to wear. Add to that her missing arm and she was left with few options. She had thought about doll clothes (eww) but even those would be monstrously large to her tiny frame. She had decided that she would let her sister figure it out and resolved to have a good night’s rest. Now, upon awakening, all she could think about was how to get out of the disgusting garments of yesterday. As she was awoken by her sister, her first instinct was to check the time and complain that they had plenty of time but gazing into the distant clock on her wall, she saw that it was almost 10.

“Hannah, why did you wake me up so early?” she demanded making her irritation clear, “I’m not going to school like this.”

“Really?” Hannah said, cheering up for some reason, “Oh, that’s wonderful Jessica! I’m so glad because …”

“Wait a minute,” Jessica interrupted, “What do you know that you’re not telling me? Am I supposed to go to school?”

“Well,” Hannah began reluctantly, but Jessica folded her arms across her tiny chest and she knew she had to spill, “The news yesterday said that this … shrinking, happened to a lot of people or something and that everything was being figured out. They said that students should still go to school in the afternoon … but I think its really dangerous and I’d be really happy if you didn’t go until we figure out how to get you back to normal.”

Her plea however fell on deaf ears. All Jessica heard was her sister calling her too weak and implying that she couldn’t handle a normal thing like school.

“Hmm,” Jessica pretended to consider this for an instance, “Since we have to … Hannah, I change my mind, I’m going to school but first, I need a shower. Take me to the bathroom.”

She didn’t even give her sister the chance to contest her new choice and Hannah knew better than to test her, especially in the morning. She lay her hand out on the bed, her fingers covering a far larger area than her puny sister, but Jessica did not get on. She looked up at Hannah and remained seated.

“Seriously?” she said sighing, “Hannah, don’t you remember what I told you last night? Geez, are you stupid or something? What did I tell you to do if you ever wanted to carry me?”

Hannah swallowed hard, cursing herself for forgetting.

“Jessica, will you allow me to carry you to the bathroom in my hand? Please?” she said as kindly as possible.

“Fine,” Jessica shrugged standing up shakily on the soft bed and walking towards her palm between her fingers. They formed a sort of corridor, each thick enough to rise almost to Jessica’s height and leading some distance to her knuckles. Jessica was determined to walk to the base of her fingers and then climb onto her palm from there but as she walked further towards her sister’s palm, she became quite uncomfortable. The scent of Hannah’s hand cream hung heaviest here, flooding her nose with a strong fruity smell that was making her a little dizzy, but she was determined not to show any sign of weakness. Reaching the end of her hallway, she threw her arm up and struggled to pull herself onto her palm, finally rolling onto the vast plane and lying on her back for a while to recover from the effort. Hannah could only smile as her brave older sister rested and decided to give her a hand. Jessica almost screamed as Hannah slightly cupped her hand, causing her to roll to the center of palm in a heap, as the entire hand rose high into the air. Ignoring her unfit limbs, Jessica climbed the skin of her sister’s hand towards Hannah’s wrist. The journey was difficult as Hannah’s steps sent earthquake-like vibrations through her entire body, but Jessica wasn’t ready to let her situation dictate what she could do.

From her new vantage point, Jessica could see her sister more completely and realized that Hannah had dressed for school as normal: a loose pair of blue jeans and an unbuttoned, checkered shirt over a white tank-top. She couldn’t see far down her body but assumed that as usual, Hannah would be wearing sneakers. For a second, Jessica followed Hannah’s forearm to her elbow with her eyes, up to where her sleeves were rolled up and shook a little realizing how far away it was.

Reaching the bathroom, Hannah opened the door with one hand and stepped inside.

“Um … Jessica, how do you want to wash?” Hannah asked nervously, raising her hand to her face so that she could hear her sister.

“What do mean?” Jessica asked.

“Well, I can’t put you in the shower, because you could get washed down the drain, but I can close off the sink. Is that okay?” she asked, bitting her lip.

“Hell no, I’m not washing in a sink like … like an animal!” she yelled.

Hannah was a little surprised at this outburst, confused at why Jessica wasn’t understanding her point. Her hand was shaking a little and Jessica was confident she had won. In truth, she had no idea how she was going to wash herself but she wasn’t about to let Hannah treat her any differently, or get ideas about telling her what to do. She eagerly awaited her sister’s meek reply.

 “Jess …” Hannah started. Jessica felt a change, the hand she was standing on had stopped shaking and Hannah’s voice didn’t have the same hint of nervousness. “I understand where you are coming from,” Hannah continued, “But you can’t use the shower. Either you can wash in the sink or not wash at all.”

Jessica stood completely still for a fraction of a second before her rage caused her to shake. It must have been rage: how could her little brat of a sister give her an ultimatum? Who was she to tell her what to do? But deep down, Jessica knew that it was not anger alone that caused her to shake; Hannah’s tone and expression conveyed a new found confidence, power and Jessica knew that if it came to physical confrontation, she was completely powerless.What was happening to her? How could she be afraid for her little sister?

“I am not losing you over something stupid like a shower,” Hannah finally said, her voice cracking and her eyes tearing up. While her sister’s hand shook as she sobbed a little, Jessica felt a huge relief at this outbreak: it meant that she was still in control and she saw a chance to change her approach.

“Hannah, sweetie, don’t cry,” she said in her best caring-big-sister voice, “Okay fine; I’ll wash in the sink, but just remember times like this when I listen to you, I tell you to do something you might not love doing okay?”

Hannah nodded, the smile returning to her face. She was like a child who had just been promised a few extra minutes of TV for doing her homework and Jessica almost laughed at her, but Hannah knew her reasons. She happily turned towards the sink and began lowering her hand into the bowl. Jessica knew in her head that the sink was much smaller than the shower but as the hand she stood on descended, she saw smooth white walls rise on all sides like a prison. When the hand touched the bottom of the sink, she didn’t get off. Instead, she looked up at Hannah, who loomed over her like … well a giant. As strange as it was, at that moment, Jessica felt overwhelmed with fear. Being in the sink made her imagine myriad ways of suffering. She knew that she would be fine, but her mind only fed her the image of being drowned in a torrent of tap water. She needed Hannah’s help but she would have to ask for it tactfully.

“Hannah,” she snapped, “I can’t shower like this.”

“What do you mean Jess,” her gargantuan teenage sister replied looking confused. And Jessica was stuck, she was struggling to come up with a strong reason, but in truth, she was scared. Suddenly, she felt her face become hot and red with embarrassment. Still standing in Hannah’s hand, all she wanted at that moment was for her sister to wash her. She swallowed hard, pushing that thought out of her head and realizing that she was taking too long to reply. Hannah tilted her head trying to figure out what her sister wanted but to Jessica this only rushed her more: in a moment, Hannah would see her weakness, and she would lose all control.

“Uh, I mean, I don’t need to shower idiot!” Jessica yelled, snapping both of them out of their thoughts, “I just need to change my clothes.”

“Oh, okay,” Hannah replied slowly, lifting her sister back up towards her face to hear her better. They were lucky to be in a quiet house or she would never have been able to hear from such a distance. Jessica felt better as she rose out of the sink and towards Hannah’s comforting smile. As she rose however, she remembered something.

“Hannah, where is Jarred?” she demanded.

“Oh,” Hannah said blushing, “He woke up earlier and I already washed him.”

“You washed him?” Jessica asked, her temper flaring.

“Well, he said he was scared to wash himself in the sink so I let him stay on my hand and I helped him it a finger,” Hannah tried to explain, embarrassed by the sensual way it sounded coming out of her mouth. I truth, she had done it as if washing a small animal, not even feeling much of his body. But Jessica was shaking with anger: that little slut. She didn’t let her thoughts out as at that moment, she needed Hannah’s help, but as soon as she wearing something fresh and fed, she would let Hannah have it.

“Okay, I’m not even going to comment on that,” Jessica said as if repulsed by the idea. A small part of her was envious thought, why didn’t Hannah offer to wash her? How did it feel to be scrubbed down by her soft fingers? Focus. “Hannah, is he still wearing his clothes from yesterday?”

“Um … no. He said they were filthy so we figured something else out.”

Jarred sat alone on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a tiny blob of Nutella that Hannah had spooned out for him. He had had a strange yet fantastic morning. From the moment he woke up, Hannah had him in the palm of her hand. She had already been dressed and wide awake when she woke him but she helped him get ready so lovingly. When he had not wanted to wash in the sink, she had agreed to wash him. Jarred was still a little embarrassed but her gentle finger pressing his body and rubbing it against her palm, her scent all over him in the lukewarm water, he little giggles as she felt him wriggling under her finger, it had all been too much. As ashamed as he was, he had come as she was washing him and he doubted that she noticed. Afterwards, she had dried him off on a hand towel. Deciding that his clothes were too dirty, he had been reluctant to put them on, but Hannah, picking up on this had suggested making him something else to wear. While she knew her way around a sewing machine, it was inconceivable that she could make normal clothes at the scale of the tiny boy so they had resorted to something simpler. Hannah had carefully cut out a small rectangle of fabric and Jarred had wrapped it around his waist and much of his torso. Even with her careful cutting, there had been plenty of loose fibers for him to tie together to finish his makeshift robe. She had then given him kiss and assured him that he still looked cute before taking him downstairs for breakfast. She had given him the spoon of nutella and then sat talking to him for the longest time. As they conversed, Jarred grew to like her more and more: she was quite organized, having planned which classes to take him and Jessica to with her, after he had insisted that Jessica come (she wasn’t going to get out of school so easily), Hannah was also able to talk about larger issues about the world with Jarred to a level that impressed him greatly. She was smart, made the occasional joke, was unbelievably sexy even in her baggy pants and loose t-shirt, but most of all, she was adorable. Despite her clear responsibly nature, her voice, her eyes, her demeanor were all so child-like that Jarred couldn’t help but feeling fond of her. She made him smile genuinely and if she made a mistake, she laughed an adorable laugh that melted his heart. He now sat on the kitchen counter, waiting for her to return with Jessica.

While Jessica had completely opposed the idea of tying a piece of cloth around her, she decided in the end to go with it, having no other option really. Hannah had cut her two small pieces of cloth on Jessica’s request, which the tiny girl tied around her hips and her breasts (its was some challenge, but with her teeth and one good arm, she saved face by at least being able to dress herself). She had Hannah take her to a mirror to see herself, and the giantess set her down on her dressed, sitting behind her. Jessica was thankful for not having washed, as her makeup still held out a little. Her clothes however were less than flattering. Jessica was very thin but was able to look highly enticing in tight fitting clothing, but with the rags tied around her, he couldn’t help but notice that her bosom seemed small and her ass wasn’t showing its shape at all. Altogether, she looked like a prepubescent girl. To make matters worse, she could see Hannah behind her: her enormous breasts tugging tight her white tanks top, dwarfing her entire body several times over. She was absent-mindedly twirling a lock of her hair, looking out Jessica’s window rather than at the mirror. Jessica had never, ever been jealous of Hannah. Well, okay, she knew that her little sister was smart or something, and good at soccer, but Jessica had broken more hearts than she cared to count and had never felt anything but pride in her body. Now thought, she felt insecure about her assets, especially when compared to her sister. Do not let her see you weak.

“Well Hannah, how do I look,” Jessica yelled up, posing with her hands on her hips.

Hannah looked down and put a hand to her mouth,”Wow Jessica! You look amazing! Even in those clothes you look so pretty!” Jessica took her praise not realizing that her sister was being genuine. Hannah asked to pick her up and Jessica let her, strutting onto her hand with confidence.

“Now take me down for breakfast,” Jessica ordered and off they went.

When Jarred heard Hannah skipping down the stairs, he smiled and stood up to greet her, walking away from the spoon and closer to the edge of the counter, near the chair she and sat on before. As Hannah walked towards the counter, Jarred couldn’t help but gaze at her breasts which bounced around inside her tank top despite her bra. He followed them towards him with his eyes. He thought Hannah was looking at him, but her eyes only glanced at the spoon where she thought he was. She turned to sit on the chair, her ass hidden from Jarred by the shirt. She turned the chair towards the table and slid it in at the same time. Jarred realized almost too late that he was too close to her as her bosom filled the air above him. She leaned forwards slightly and Jarred ran from the massive mounds of flesh as they came to rest on the counter, covering the area had only moments ago been standing in. He dove the last bit, hoping to escape being crushed under her bosom and thanked the heavens that Hannah had not found him near the spoon. She immediately sat straight, pulling her breasts off the counter and gasping when she saw Jarred sprawled out after his dive.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

“Yeah. Don’t worry Hannah, I’m fine,” he said, catching his breath.

She looked down at him with concern for a moment longer, making sure for herself that he was unharmed. She then brought down her hand and allowed Jessica to hop off it. When she walked up to Jarred, she was grinning.

“You look happy,” Jarred commented.

“Well, I thought that being crushed by a girls’ breasts was a fitting end for a pervert like you, but I guess it was too much to ask for,” she replied cheerily. Jarred frowned, but before they could continue, Hannah addressed the two tiny people come more.

“Um … guys, so I think we should talk about how we’re going to handle school today,” she started.

“What do you mean we?” Jessica demanded.

“Its quite simple really,” Jarred replied irritably, “We have to stick with Hannah. I know that the news promised that there would be measures to keep people like us safe, but I think our safest bet is to ride with your sister today.”

Hannah smiled but Jessica had other plans.

“I’m not going to her classes! If I’m going to school anyway, I might as well go to my own classes,” she snapped.

“But Jess …” Hannah pleaded.

“That’s ridiculous!” Jarred cut in, “You’ll realize when we get to school that not everyone who didn’t shrink is going to care about you as much as your sister!”

“I don’t like your attitude Jarred!” Jessica replied, stepping up to him.

“My attitude?” the boy gasped, “I don’t care Jessica! Can’t you see that your sister if just trying to keep us alive?”

“That it!” Jessica yelled, her voice going shrill, “Hannah, crush this loser!”

Jarred went silent; this was the moment he had been fearing. His body tensed up, telling him to run, but he knew that if Hannah wanted to, he was as good as dead. The boy looked up into the 16-year-old’s shocked eyes; she didn’t move. Jessica however was savoring his fear.

“Not so smart now huh?” she jeered at Jarred before addressing Hannah, “Come on little sister, make him mush under one of those fingers.”

When still nothing happened, Jessica turned to her sister, fuming, “What the hell Hannah? I said, Crush him, whore!”

Jarred could see in the giantess’s eyes that she was struggling but his body filled with relief when she spoke.

“No.”

“What did you say?” Jessica shrieked. It was the same expression she had when she refused to let her take a shower: Jessica could see it in her sister’s face. The struggle to decide in her head, and worse, the winning side was taking control.

“I’m not going to hurt him Jessica,” Hannah stated, frowning.

“How dare you disobey me? I’m your big sister and you will do what I say!” Jessica retorted.

“No Jessica,” she replied. Jessica wasn’t sure if she was merely refusing to do as she said, or if she was refuting her claim of being the big sister. Her anger flared and she turned towards Jarred, ready to give him what was coming to him. But as she charged at the boy, Hannah’s impossibly quick fingers swooped in and picked him up. As Jarred shook in shock, he felt himself rising into the air between Hannah’s soft finger pads, he couldn’t believe how fast she had grabbed him without crushing him. Jessica however, now further away turned back to her sister and charged. As Hannah watched, Jessica ran at her abdomen, leaning against the counter. She instinctively moved back a little and Jessica lunges off the edge towards her. Jessica’s fury was replaced by fear as she fell what seemed like a great distance, only to land on Hannah’s thigh, her body slamming painfully against her jeans. Jarred saw everything from his position, still held just above the table by Hannah, he looked at her and saw her starring at Jessica through pained eyes. As her sister punched her thigh in blind fury, Hannah wanted to cry at the pitiful sight before her. She put Jarred down before turning her attention to Jessica.

“Jess, please … stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself,” she whispered at the diminutive creature on her right thigh, fighting the denim of her pants and losing, “Please Jessica, please calm down.”

Her gentle words only fueled Jessica’s anger but after a dozen more punches, she fell to her knees, realizing to her horror that she truly was powerless. As much as she hated it, she, Jessica, had lost control over her sister, and this almost made her want to cry.

“Hannah,” Jarred yelled to get her attention.

The giantess looked at him through sad eyes but he knew he had to intervene to stop the situation deteriorating.

“Can you put Jessica back on the counter please?” he asked and the girl nodded.

She didn’t ask but Jessica now realized that she had no power to stop her as she was pressed between her thumb and index finger and move to the counter like a grain of rice. She was set down next to Jarred, who crouched next to her. She could not let him see her cry, or Hannah, but she doubted that her gargantuan sister would notice tears of such a small scale. Jarred saved her from that scenario.

“I think we all got a little crazy because of the situation we are in. I’m sorry if I caused you two to argue, because I know you love each other and respect each other. I think the pressure of going back to school like this is getting to all of us, but as my coach always says, the best way t overcome that, is to jump right into it. Jessica? I’m sure agree that we should head out soon. Hannah, can you leave me here with her for a sec? Please?” Jarred announced, taking control of the situation.

Hannah looked at her sister and Jessica nodded so she agreed, “I’ll just get us some quick lunch and then we can go.” She stood up and boomed away from the counter to the fridge.

When she was out of earshot, Jarred turned to Jessica, who was still stuck halfway between furry and melancholy.

“What is your problem here?” he started aggressively, “I mean, I just don’t get it: why are you acting out like this? Your sister is only trying to help!”

“Shut up Jarred, you’re an only child, you don’t know anything about siblings,” Jessica replied.

“I might not, but I sure as hell know when someone genuinely cares for someone else, and despite everything about you, Hannah still seems to care about you. So out of respect for me, or at the least for her, stop being a little bitch!” the boy spat, catching Jessica off-guard with his outburst. “And for your information,” he added, “I have cousins, so I know how siblings can be, so trust me when I say, you have it pretty good with Hannah.”

***
Barney had been in the middle of a game of Fifa when the light had shone, filling his bedroom where he had been grounded. When he had come to, he had been all alone in the room. He tried in vain to figure out what to do or where he was until it finally hit him. He finally recognized his room and was ready to charge out the door when he realized that he would never be able to reach the doorknob. There was always the possibility to crawl under it (he assumed he was small enough) but he couldn’t bring himself to try. While Barney was a classic obnoxious older-brother, he had a secret fear of tight space. It was realistic, having grown up as a scrawny kid, he had been shoved in a locker once and it changed him. Now, nearing his 18th birthday, he stood at 6’5” (well before the shrinking) with broad shoulders. He never shared his fear with his family, especially not his little sister Emily. While they fought, he really cared about her and was very protective.

Barney had paced the wooden floor in his room for hours, trying to think of what she could do, before he decided to sleep on the floor where he was. He was woken when the door swung open. Barney looked hopefully to see who it was and was overjoyed to see his sister Emily. At 14, Emily was still much younger than her brother, but now, her 5’4” was as imposing as a stack of skyscrapers to the tiny Barney. She was a freshman but her pretty brown hair and pleasant personality had forced Barney to chase away the odd sophomore trying to get in her pants.

“Barney, mom said she put my tights in your drawer,” she announced before stepping in to see that the room was empty. Emily had just come out of the shower and was only wearing a bra and panties, “Huh, guess he already left.”

“Emily! I’m down here!” Barney yelled, foolishly expecting her to hear him, until she took a step inside. Her thunderous step sent shockwaves throughout the room and Barney was thrown off of his feet. He swore under his breath as she started walking towards him. Barney turned an began to run. He realized almost too late that it was useless to run away from her. The girls’s steps were catching up and he figured out that to survive, he had to run to her side. Turning at a 90º angle, Barney sprinted for all he was worth. He was so close to the edge of her path but a swinging foot caught him: Emily’s two smallest toes trapped him between them and Barney screamed as the moving foot pushed him into the skin between her toes. As Emily walked, her toes squeezed a little and trapped her brother.

Emily happily walked over to her brother’s drawer and opened it, looking for her tights. At her feet, she was inadvertently putting Barney through hell as she played with him between her toes. As the walls of flesh rubbed him together, Barney was sure he would die, but just then, Emily bent over and kicked her foot back. As the limb bent at the knee and rose towards her butt, Barney was thrown into the air over her head. Just as the tiny boy cleared her head, she straightened up, holding her tights in her hands. She stretched them as she quietly celebrated finding them. As she pushed the drawer closed with her knee, Barney fell back to earth, falling into the tights as she released them and they crumpled up. Barney got stuck in a fold and realized to his shock that he wasn’t even heavy enough to push the elastic of the tights, Emily would have no idea that he was there.

He panicked as he felt the tights being transported to Emily’s room but worse, the clothing had become a prison and Barney felt like it was closing in on him. The boy was hyperventilating by the time Emily sat down on her bed and prepared to put the tights on. Barney had no idea what was happening but when her foot entered the fabric, stretching it out and opening it, he felt the tiniest glimmer of hope. This dissipated of course when he saw the foot approaching him, Barney screamed and despite all of his efforts t crawl away, the sole of Emily’s foot caught him and began pushing him towards the bottom of the tights. Barney kept screaming, unable to think of anything else that could help. When her foot reached the end, Emily pulled the tights tight to her feet and in doing so pressed her brother into the flesh of her foot. When she stopped pulling, Barney thought he was safe but that was the last thing he wound think in this life.

Satisfied with the first leg, Emily set it down to do the other. As her foot touched the ground, Barney instantly felt the pressure of the leg weighing down on him. He struggled for a short while, being smothered against the underside of his sister’s foot but Emily soon finished putting on the tights. She lifted her feet to admire her handiwork, only looking at the topside of her feet as the tights held Barney prisoner against her sole. Pleased, she stood up to get the rest of her clothes. Barney only felt the immense pressure of his sister’s weight for an instant as Emily’s foot crushed him into a tiny blob of red goop: his organs, bones and skin all being compressed by her incredible mass. She walked over to her closet, staining her tights with the remains of her older brother, who would later be reported as missing, and never found.

***

After a while, Hannah returned with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She ate hers as slowly as she could but Jarred and Jessica had barley made a dent when she finished. Jessica demanded that they throw away the rest of the second sandwich so after Hannah had done so and washed the dishes, she got her backpack and prepared to leave.

“Um, where do you guys want me to carry you?” she asked putting on her coat, “You might freeze if I take you in my hands or on my shoulder.”

Both tinies thought about for a while.

“Well we might still freeze if you put us in your pocket,” Jessica stated bluntly.

“Right, you need to keep us close to you so we can feel some of your body heat,” Jarred added.

“Um … how about my shirt pocket?” Hannah suggested, pointing to the small pocket on the shirt she had just buttoned. Jessica cringed seeing the way her breasts pushed on the fabric, but what choice did she have. Hannah carefully placed the two tiny people in each of her breast pockets and buttoned up her coat.

“Are you guys okay in there?” she asked them one last time. She listened really closely and heard two faint affirmations so she walked out of their house, locking the door behind her. As she started to walk, Jessica felt every step as Hannah’s breasts rose and fell, the shirt’s fabric pressing her against them and then pulling her off rhythmically. She couldn’t deny that it felt comfortably warm so close to Hannah’s skin, and truthfully, the soft bra she wore made it bearable.