Small Chapter 5: Sabrina

Sabrina was suspended. Of course she was. She knew she would be as soon as she punched Braxton Winton’s fat face. What surprised her was how much trouble she wasn’t in. Riri had vouched for her, because of course she would, but shockingly so did Patrick Silver. Not that his testimony had earned him any sympathy from her. He was a coward and his glances at her little sister were more transparent than Riri’s obvious infatuation. So she was suspended, but that was it. No school for a week and mandatory “counseling” when she returned. Another surprise was her mom. She was known for her legendary rage and she got a glimpse of it when Gloria Ivory spent the better part of thirty minutes chewing out Principal Gladston for being foolish enough to think a hamster cage was enough to protect her property. That word property she heard a lot. She didn’t think of her sister as property but apparently that was an important term to use when threatening to sue the pants off the local dynasty.

The car ride home had been strange. She’d expected a lecture and instead she got a one and a small confession. Her mom hated the Winton’s. Almost as much as she now did too. Gloria went on about what a good job she’d done protecting her sister and how she wanted to run over Braxton with her car. How Darren was a womanizing prick who wouldn’t go farther than his inheritance. How Abigail was an over privileged wasp, pretending to be so refined while in truth she was a backstabbing, shrew who was trying to steal away Izzellah. Rumor had it she was “enhanced” whatever that meant. None of this of course prevented her from being grounded. Apparently assaulting some “thing” isn’t an action that should be rewarded. Not only was Sabrina banned from school for week. All her devices and her T.V. were confiscated.. It was now literally just her and Izzellah.

Izzellah laid curled in a ball. The events of the day before replayed over and over in her head. She was frightened. Not just of Braxton, but of humans. Of her sister. Sabrina had been terrifying. A monster of rage and revenge. What else was she capable of. She hated for feeling so weak. She was different now. What even was she? She didn’t know anymore. Izzellah heard a voice in her head.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” Sabrina had said. “You’re mine now. Mine.” Izzellah trembled as she remembered. Sabrina had a death grip on her the entire ride home. She screamed when their mother had tried to take her. She had to wait until Sabrina had fallen asleep before her mother could even check on her. “Your mine now.” Izzellah heard again. She held herself. What was she now? Did she even belong to herself?

Sabrina turned over in her bed. It was still early. She looked to her dresser. Izzellah  laid there motionless. She hadn’t moved or spoken since yesterday. She rose up fully.

“Izzy? Izzy, are you awake?.” Nothing. “Little sis? Wake up little sis.” Izzellah bundled herself even tighter in her makeshift blanket that was actually her favorite pink lemonade top. Sabrina sighed. This was unacceptable. She got suspended and grounded for her. Spending more time with her was the only silver lining to all this.

“Izzy! Wake up!” She growled.

“Mrrph.” was all she heard. Her sister wrapped herself even deeper into the shirt.

“Izzy!” She scooped up her sister top and all. She trembled and thrashed in her hand. “Izzy stop!” She went limp and started to slip from the improvised blanket. Sabrina snapped her up quickly by the leg as it fell to the floor. Her “little person” hung there motionless in what appeared to be a custom pair of white panties and an oversized shirt with the letters “S.C.” on them. The shirt hung down revealing her bare chest and tangled with her long dark hair.

“Stop.” Izzellah rasped.

“What?” Sabrina smirked. “I can’t hear you. My. Little. Sister. Izzy.”

“I SAID STOP! “ Erupted Izzellah. “Stop calling me Izzy. Stop calling me “little”. Stop fucking touching me, or talking to me, or pretending I even matter!”

Sabrina inspected her sister. Her face was flush and her eyes were red and puffy. It sent a small jolt through her body seeing her like this. So fragile, so vulnerable. So in need. She dropped her. Izzellah peeped as she tumbled down her neck, rolled over the modest swell of her chest and finally came to a rest on her smooth tummy. She took a deep breath and forced out her gut as much as she could to try and push her sister off. Izzellah scrambled to her feet but it was too late. She plummeted off her stomach and landed on the mattress between Sabrina’s legs. Izzellah rose up only to trip backwards in shock at her younger sister’s towering form. Sabrina couldn’t hold back a laugh. Izzellah stood up again and tried to regain some composure. Sabrina immediately pushed her over again with her index finger.

“ARRRRHHHH!” Izzellah bellowed. She jumped up this time and swiveled around only to be pushed over one more time. This back and forth continued for some time and Sabrina wondered how long she would keep trying to get up.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” Izzellah fell back again but this time remained on her back.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Sabrina mocked in a high pitched a voice she could muster. “You done feeling sorry for yourself?”

“Feeling sorry for myself?! You saw what happened to me yesterday!”

“Yeah I saw. And I got suspended for nearly killing Braxton Winton because of it! And I’m pretty sure when I get back I’m gonna be put in therapy to make sure I’m not a psycho!”

Izzellah turned over and tried to bury her face in the mattress like an ostrich.

“If this is gonna work you’re gonna have to trust me!” Sabrina turned her over. Izzellah’s face was dead.

“I can’t.” She muttered. “I can’t trust any of you.”

“I’m not asking you to trust us. I’m telling you to trust me.” Sabrina clarified. “Just me.”

“Why?” Izzellah asked. “Why should I? You’re human like the rest of them. What Braxton tried to do to me.” she held herself.

“And I kicked his ass for you!” Sabrina flexed her arm revealing a fledgling bicep. “Didn’t know your sister had it in her did you?”

“You’re not any better Sabrina.” She finally got to her feet. “You butchered him. What’s stopping you from treating me the same?”

“I would never-”

“Nothing!.” Izzellah cut off. “What he was going to do to me. Hide me in his crotch. Take me home. Use me as his masterbation toy. That was legal. I would’ve been treated as lost property, like a wallet or a cellphone.” She turned and started walking toward the edge of the bed. Sabrina closed her feet together and blocked her escape route.

“Move.” Izzellah ordered.

“I’m not going to hurt you Izzy.” She reached her hand and was swatted. That didn’t stop her from grabbing her sister anyway. “I love you...and I didn’t realize how much until this happened.”

“Put me down Sabrina.”

“You’re looking at this the wrong way.” She put her thumb against Izzellahs belly and brought her close to her face. A small breath blew the hair from her eyes. “This is an opportunity for you.”

Izzellah was silent to this.

“Maybe you are property now, but you’re my property now, and that makes all the difference. Sabrina smiled and boasted like she’d said something truly profound. Izzellah just stared at her.

“Sabrina.” she sighed. “You’re twelve. I’m not YOUR property. I’m…….mom’s..property.”

Sabrina could tell that saying that physically hurt. “Mom doesn’t care about that.” Izzellah’s eyes narrowed. “You know that more than I do.”

“Put me down Sabrina!” Izzellah ordered again. “I’m tired of talking about this!”

“I’m tired of talking about this.” Sabrina parroted in her high pitch.

“Why don’t you listen to me?!” She struggled in her hand. “I’m your big sister.”

Sabrina snorted on impulse. “No you’re not.” she booped Izzellah’s nose with her free hand and her miniscule capture tried to bite it. “And I’m pretty sure our four year age difference no longer matters now that I’m one-hundred times your size.”

Izzellah shot her a look that could curdle milk and frighten the dead. Sabrina just smiled.

“You weren’t a good “big” sister. Izzy.” she gave a quick kiss to the side of her face. “You never gave me advice, or played with me, or just y’know did big sister things.”

“Big sister things?”

“Loaned me clothes, buy me lunch, piggyback rides, sleepovers, make up tips.”

“Sabrina I-.”

“And you’re like really mean.” she stroked her sister’s hair. She had such pretty hair. “But that’s okay. I get that it’s just who you are.”

“Kind of like how you’re a big, lucky, spoiled, idiot who gets everything she wants, even her sister as a personal plaything.”

“See. That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Sabrina noted. “Mean. Even though I basically saved your life. But it’s okay because I’m gonna be way better.”

“What?”

“A big sister. I’m gonna be the best one you’ve ever had Izzy.”

“So It’s easy, Izzy.” Sabrina spoke down to her sister who was once again trapped in the prison that was her legs. “I tell you to do something and you do it. You start listening to me and things will get so much better for you, for the both of us really.”

“Sabby?”

“Yes!” Sabrina brightened at her new nickname.

“I really want to make this clear.” Izzellah paused and cleared her throat. “If you call me Izzy again, I’m going to gouge out one of your eyes in your sleep.”

Sabrina broke down in laughter! It was such an expression of jovial amusement that she sucked in too much air and started coughing. Izzellah was too cute!

“Izzy.” Sabrina breathed. “You really need to get over this.” she tried to calm down and found herself hiccuping instead. “I’ve wanted to call *hic* you Izzy for years but *hic* was always afraid of you slapping me or something, but like *hic* go ahead you know. Give *hic* it your best shot!”

“Fuck this.” Izzellah bolted. Sabrina was startled by her speed. She was way faster than she should be for her size and had already scurried atop her foot. Sabrina spread her feet apart. Izzellah lost balance and SLAM! Sabrina closed her feet abruptly each one pressing firmly into Izzellah’s body and squashing her between them. She could feel her squirming. It gave her another small thrill. She had to do this again. She let up the pressure. Izzellah was able to crawl up and try to leverage herself out. Sabrina increased the pressure again.

“Sabrina!” Izzellah screamed.

“Call me Sabby. I like it better.”
“Sabrina!”

“What’s your issue with being called Izzy anyway.”

“Fuck you, Sabby!” that last part had extra venom.

She increased the pressure. “Tell me pleeeassse?”

“What the fuck happened to never hurting me?!” Izzellah managed to free a hand and started scratching at Sabrina’s thick ped.

“I’m not hurting you Izzy. Just...testing your limits.” Increased pressure. “Tell meeee.”

“I don’t have to tell..you….SHIT!” It sounded like more a curse of pain and less a curse at her.

“I won’t stop until you tell me.” Sabrina was actually getting worried. One thing Izzellah definitely was is stubborn. She could actually call her on this impromptu game of chicken.

“YOUR NOT DAD!” she relented. Sabrina released the pressure but not enough for Izzellah to escape.

“What?!” Sabrina was taken aback.

“You’re not dad.” Izzellah repeated through tears. “You might be too young to remember him but I do. Only he’s allowed to call me that.”

“Dad’s gone, Izzy.” Sabrina maybe understood her sister a little bit more. “He’s not coming back.” She secured her sister with her two toes and lifted her high into the air fully extending her leg. “He can’t” she dropped her. She caught her in her palm. Izzellah collapsed there panting heavily. “But I’m here for you now.”

“So first rule.” Izzellah was still recovering from her little pressure test, but now they had moved into the kitchen. “I’m serious here Izzy. If anyone ever touches you or tries to hold you or anything. I want you to scream as loud as you can. Even mom.”

Izzellah didn’t respond right away.

“Did you hear me Izzy?”

“Even mom!” she mocked in her own high pitch which sounded the like the squeal of a baby elf. “That’s insane Sabby.”

“Nobody’s allowed to touch you without my permission. Nobody.”

“That’s.”

‘Nobody Izzy!” She enforced her statement with a squeeze to her sister. “I’m never letting you get hurt like that again. No. One. Touches. You.”

Izzellah went slack in her hand and moaned. “I need some ice cream.”

“Good idea little sis.”

Sabrina placed her on the kitchen table then went to procure a bowl. She wanted a big white one but it was in one of the higher cabinets and she couldn’t quite reach. Izzellah almost smiled in the mild amusement and novelty in someone of her epic size struggling to reach something. Sabrina stood on her tippy toes and let out an overdramatic grunt of effort. She must have been successful because the bowl came down with her and she nearly dropped it in her panicked fumbles. The next few minutes were spent fetching an assortment of unhealthy snack foods and candies. Sabrina then hefted a large bucket of chocolate-vanilla swirl from the bottom freezer. She dropped it next to Izzellah then casually forced her limp sister away from her work area. She shoved the scoop into the block of frozen dairy and leveraged out a massive scoop several leagues Izzellah’s size. She repeated this process three more times nearly filling the entire bowl. Next came the chocolate syrup, cause ice cream needs chocolate syrup right? And marshmallows, and gummy bears, and potato chip crumbs, and skittles.

“And now for the cherry on top!” she cheered. Izzellah was plucked from her apathetic position. She eeped soo adorably.

“Sabrina?” she shrieked as her body was pushed waist deep into the frozen mass.

“Go ahead, dig in.” she said as she picked up the bowl and started heading back upstairs. Izzellahs had already started shivering.

“S-S-S-Sabr-bri-ri-na!” she chattered.

Sabrina ignored her as she crested the top of the stairs and skipped towards her room. Little Izzy really refused to enjoy her situation. Being buried in a mountain of ice cream was a childhood fantasy. She plopped back on her bed and crossed her legs. She scooped out a chunk of ice cream right next to her frozen sister and took a bite.

“Mmmmmmm!” she rubbed her gut to show how satisfying it was. But wait. This wasn’t right. You can’t just eat ice cream on your bed like some forty year old spinster. You need entertainment. Ahhh, but mom had confiscated her tablet! That was frustrating. Sabrina scrunched her face in thought. “That’s it!” she blurted in her eureka moment. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back!” Not that Izzellah really could anyway. She was stuck in her cold sticky trap. The only option was to eat herself out and Sabrina didn’t think she’d caught onto that yet.

Izzellah watch as her sister sauntered out the room. This entire morning has been complete bullshit! Beating Braxton half to death must have snapped a screw loose in her younger sister. No one was allowed to touch her! That was the declaration of a crazy person! She couldn’t think too hard on this. She had to use her temporary moment of solitude to her advantage. The only problem was her current hinderance in this half frozen gooey confines of empty calories. Worst of all her “clothes” had taken to absorbing the latent moisture of her slowly melting prison like a sponge. It was in her armpit, up her butt, and other less polite places. Even her hair was victim. It now adhered to her skin like the suction cups of a cephalopod.

“C’mon dammit!” She pushed with all her might and managed to free her hand. Not the whole arm, just her hand. Her right had always been a bit stronger than her left. She used it to start scooping and flinging handfuls away from her. Soon her arm was out and she was able to loose out a leg. It was elementary after that. She trudged her way out and slipped down ice cream mountain. A mudslide of fudge buried her in cold syrup.

“ARGH!” she blurted. She kicked at the horrid tundra of confectionary delight. Her legs were stiff and cold and her coverings stuck to her like glue and markedly increased her discomfort. Screw it.

“Fuck Small Comforts!” she cursed to herself. This company that supposedly catered to shrink victims had somehow  crafted a pair of granny panties that went past her waist yet still managed to ride up her crack.It felt like wearing the world’s most uncomfortable diaper. And this top. Also too big, and seemed to be stitched out of plastic and the needles of a porcupine. She shed both and coped with her nudity. She was still covered head to toe in vanilla and chocolate swirl. How was this a good idea? Giving your sister hypothermia in a grave of sugar and milk, smart.

It was time to move. She could get to the edge of the bed easily, and after yesterday, well she was confident she’d tank the fall no worse for wear. Then the plan was hide, and find something sharp. She wouldn’t actually stab Sabrina in the eye, but a finger or toe? Sure. Maybe a nice scar on her cheek would teach her something. She heard the tremors of her sister’s footstep down the hallway.

“Fuck!” She wasn’t even out of the bowl! She dove headfirst into the ice cream, the only hiding place she could think of.

“Izzzy!”

“Mom didn’t confiscate YOUR laptop!” she beamed. “Well I guess it’s my laptop now.” She got back to her seated position and viewed the bowl expecting Izzellah to still be trapped at the top, but she wasn’t?! She lifted the bowl and gave it a once over.

“Izzy? Where are you?” she asked. “Come out now! That’s an order!”

Izzellah remained silent.

“Izzy!” Sabrina dropped the bowl and turned to search the bed. Izzellah popped her head out the side of her chilly hiding place. Sabrina turned again and saw something out the corner of her eye. Izzellah quickly hid again. Sabrina smiled.

“Fine then. I guess I’ll have to eat all this ice cream myself. “ She scooped a huge  hunk of it where she knew Izzellah was and shoved it in her mouth. “Delifuss!” She rubbed her cheeks as the large hunk slowly melted against her tongue. She could already feel Izzellah’s thrashing against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed……………….a chunk of ice cream and forced Izzellah into her left cheek. She felt like a chipmunk storing an acorn for winter. Sabrina felt a small sting on her tongue. Did Izzellah try and bite her? If she wants to bite then fine. She’d just have to bite back. She used her slimy appendage adeptly to control Izzellah and subdue her. She held her between her teeth and bit down. Nothing serious, just some playful nibbles. Still she hoped she’d leave a few marks. She felt something squishy and plaint on her back molar. Her tooth pressed softly into Izzellah’s bare ass. Was she actually naked in there?! Oh this was an opportunity she could not pass up! The same thrill was coming back. It was time to be a little dangerous.

Sabrina opened her mouth ever so slightly and like a good little sister Izzellah seized her opportunity. She leaped out Sabrina’s mouth but was stopped halfway. The giantess preteen’s lips sucked her in and formed a vacuum seal around her torso.

“Sabrina stop screwing around!” Then she felt it. That worm of a muscle lapped at the bottom of her foot. It slithered between her toes eager for every drop of ice cream it found there. “Sabrina?” It made quick work of her other foot before snaking up her calf. “Sabrina!”

Sabrina was finding enjoyment not just in her cleaning but her little sister calling her name. “Sabrina” wasn’t enough to sate her newfound thirst for sister al la mode however. “It’sth Sbby.” she corrected with a mouthful of Izzellah. She was up to her knees now.

“Sabby!” Izzellah freaked. “Stop this! You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Sabrina trembled. She said it! “I thnf I knowb exfflly what Im doinff.” She was at her thighs. Ice cream had gotten everywhere. What kind of big sister would let her little one suffer like this. It was her duty to clean it off. She was at her butt now. She let her tongue slide over it back and forth. It was very soft and squishy. Little Izzy had a great ass. She maybe lingered there a little too long.

“Sabby, please. Stop..THIS!!!” The slimy tentacle slithered up her crack. “Sabb-Sab” There was ice cream there too! Sabrina was absolutely delighted. She stroked up and down her sister’s ice cream coated crevice. She stripped it clean of any icy invaders. But there was still more.

“Sab-Sabby stop-stOP!” Izzellah let out another shriek. She pressed her hand’s in vain against the titan’s plump lips. Sabrina had started her last probe...at Izzellah’s cleft. “SABBRinAHHHH!” That had sounded naughty. It sent a shiver down Sabrina’s spine and a pleasant tingle in her privates. She stroked up and down her tiny captives precious mound. “SAbbyYY!! S-ssAB-BB...OHH! ST-stopp-pp.” This was getting a little too good. She finally released her little sister into her palm. Don’t want to get spoiled on a good thing.  Izzellah was a wreck, panting, and heaving, and muttering, and absolutely spotless from the waist down. A job well done. Sabrina decided this little adventure would be added to the list of new discoveries worth repeating. Just the thought of it. In a few years….oh the fun they would have! Her little sister’s head might pop off. She looked down at the crumbled mess that splayed out in her palm. Even now she was cute, and beautiful, and precious, and hers. That last part was important.

“Izzy, you taste delicious!”

“I need your password.” Sabrina smiled. She had her hands on the keyboard and her eyes staring at the windows logo.

“Birth-day.” Izzellah mumbled. Normally she’d be prepared to fight to the death to hide that information but she was drained. She’d just been tongue raped by a twelve year old after all.

“That didn’t work.” Sabrina informed. “5,1,3,0,2, right?”

“It’s YOUR dumb birthday, idiot!” the tiny screeched

“Awwwww what?” Sabrina gasped. She typed in “1,5,0,6.” Sure enough the screen went dark before flashing to Izzellah’s stock screensaver of a coral reef. A series of files opened up on the desktop. Sabrina had planned to surf the web and maybe stream some anime but curiosity got the best of her. What did her little sister do with her private time? She opened a file called miscellaneous. Inside were countless word documents. Old homework by the looks a it. A few folders labled “Cars” with pictures and diagrams of engines for classic muscle cars, blueprints for classic Mustangs, and a few vanity pictures with hot models posing on them. There was a file named “Pictures” that had ton’s of landscape photos in them, a few pretty good drawings fully colored in photoshop, and some graphic designs as well. Did Izzellah do these? There were also a few pictures of her with two girls she didn’t recognize. One was tall with auburn hair the other was short with a familiar face and red hair. They were all at the beach in bikinis. Izzellah never smiled in any of the photos and generally seemed unhappy to be there.

Sabrina kept exploring. She find file after file of papers and applications to different colleges. Research into dorms and school housing, apartment advertisements, and quotes on plane ticket prices. Finally she hit some paydirt. A file at the bottom unnamed. She opened it. Inside was a treasure trove of dirty images. Most of which were girls kissing. There was also a few scans of japanese porn. She enlarged an image of a young girl being violated in all holes by some horrible tentacle monster. She looked like she was enjoying it though, and she needed to tap into her sexual energy to transform and save her valkyrie friends!

“You dirty girl.” Sabrina teased.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” Izzellah bellowed. “Don’t pretend like you don’t at least know what porn is!”

Sabrina blushed. She had been ‘curious” more than once.

“Is that why you wanted my laptop? So you could scrounge through my personal stash of internet filth?”

“I was actually going to watch something?” Sabrina admitted. “I just got a little...distracted.”

“There’s a file called “shows”.” Izzellah said. “You can watch that if you want. Or rub one out to my porn. I don’t give a shit anymore.” She curled into a ball and withdrew.

Sabrina found and opened the file. Inside were more files named. “Game of Thrones”, “Rick and Morty.”, “Master Chef”, “Steven Universe”, “The Walking Dead”, “Better Call Saul”. The list went on.

“ I need to type in the coordinates to our homeworld, Morty.” Rick Sanchez tossed his grandson a laser rifle. “Cover me!”

“ Oh man! Y’know, I-I don’t want to shoot nobody!”

“They’re just robots, Morty! It’s okay to shoot them. They’re robots!”

Morty blasted one of the bug creatures in the leg and he fell back blood gushing from him. “Felicia!” he screamed.

“Glenn’s bleeding to death!” Another bug creature shouted as he cradled his fallen brother in arms. “Someone call his wife and children!”

“They’re not robots Rick!”

“It’s a figure of speech, Morty! They’re bureaucrats! I don’t respect them!”

Both sisters shared a life for possibly the first time in years. Izzellah was wrapped up in both her hands. She wasn’t speaking again but at least seemed content with the entertainment. Sabrina decided to let her enjoy this respite. She was still naked though, something Sabrina was getting increased satisfaction in. Maybe she should stay that way. Clothes were overrated for a tiny. Her hair was still slick and matted with saliva and ice cream. She needed a bath. Oh Little Izzy wouldn’t like that. She would be generous though. Maybe even let her little sister bathe herself…...probably not, but maybe. Izzellah had been through enough for now. She’d make some real progress soon. She still had a whole week alone with her however. Tomorrow would be a different story. Little sister, Izzy’s training hadn’t even started yet.