Emily walked out of her room, closing the door. She looked to her right to Jason's room, but thought that would be too obvious of a hiding spot. She didn't know if he would be tall enough to open doors, but she walked over and closed his anyway. She followed suit with the bathroom, and master bedroom. That only left the guest bedroom and Kylie's room. She walked quietly into the guest room. First she looked behind the door, and under the dresser, making sure that he wasn't the 4 inch tall version of himself. Next she picked the most obvious place, under the bed.

Emily craned her neck, trying to see into the deepest corner, when suddenly a light flashed in her eyes. She immediately backed away from the bed, but a second later she made sense of what she had seen.

"What the fuck is this doing back here?" She asked herself as she reached under the bed and grabbed the phone. She looked it over with some skepticism, unsure of what exactly it meant. Just then, it began to ring.

Emily read the name of the caller and it only led to more questions

Just as she was about to answer, she saw something move in the corner of eye. She turned her head just in time to see Jason sneaking out of the walk in closet. They made eye contact before he sprinted to the door, which was about face level for him. Emily stood to pursue him, but tripped over her own feet, giving him a few step advantage.

"Fuck!" She shouted as she picked herself up and ran out into the hallway. There she found Jason and Kylie standing by the stairs. It took her a moment to realize what was going on.

Although she had him in height, his head level with her belly button, he had her by the front of her shirt with himself between her and Emily.

"Jason, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Emily demanded as she took a step closer.

"Seriously Emily, stay the fuck away from me! I'm dead serious!"

"K-Kylie! Do something! He is just a little twerp!" Emily exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

"Emily! He's. . . He's too strong!" Kylie called to her sister, a worried look on her face.

"Jason. . . Whatever you are planning to do,you need to stop!" Emily pleaded, slowly taking another step forward.

"Fuck you Emily! Just. . . .just stay back and let me go."

"That's your sister you fucking psycho! Leave her out of this. Your problem is with me!" Emily bargained, inching one more step forward. She took a deep breath, before she rushed him.

In the blink of an eye, Jason shoved Kylie toward the stairs and darted to his room. He opened the door and slipped behind it in one smooth action. She stumbled and was about to fall when Emily got there. In the knick of time, Emily caught her by the wrist and saved her from tumbling down the stairs. She easily pulled her sister back up, before the reality of what just happened caught up with them.

They both responded in their own way. Naturally, Kylie burst into tears for the fact that her own brother had most likely just tried to kill her. Emily, on the other side of the spectrum, was raging pissed. She knew Jason was low, but this was a new one, even for him.

She was gonna kill him.


Emily stomped to his bedroom door and tried the handle but he had it locked.

"JASON! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Emily screamed. She was more angry then Kylie had ever seen her before. She wanted to run away, but something made Kylie stay and watch.

Emily tried again to muscle the door open but with no success. Finally she gave up and took a few steps back.

"I'M COMING IN WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT JASON! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD! " she called through the door. She retreated into Kylie's room to get a clear run at the door.

She counted to three, before she ran at the door and charged it with her shoulder. There was a loud snap as the door frame broke and opened just a bit. Emily was surprised that it didn't just fly open like she had expected, but she continued to push. It moved a little more, but still it resisted.

"You're not getting in here, you might as well fuck off Emily!" Came Jason's voice from right on the other side of the door. She heard him grunt, and immediately the door began to close again.

"Oh, no fucking way!" Emily shouted as she put both hands on the door, and began to push back. She couldn't understand how somebody so small was able to hold her back. No matter how hard she pushed, Jason was able to hold her back, making her socked feet slip on the upstairs floor.

"That's it!" Emily shouted, "These fucking socks are coming off!"

She peeled them off and threw in the direction of her room. Now with more traction, she took another run at his door. She hit with the same force, but this time she was able to gain a little bit on him, pushing the door open about a foot. She strained there for a moment before somehow Jason gained it back and closed it again.

"I'm calling my friends Emily, you better stop and leave while you still can!" Jason called through the door. Emily noticed that he sounded winded. She was wearing him out.

"Every one of your little friends is already crushed! And imagine that, the only person who had any chance of saving them just let it happen. Just like you always do!" Emily spat back at him.


She thought for a moment, before she came up with a plan. She huddled with Kylie and told her what to do.


Emily backed up as far as she could, preparing to ram the door one last time. She silentlt counted to 3, so Jason couldn't brace himself, and then charged it. She hit with a big thud, that budged the door about two feet. From there, both Emily and Kylie began to push on it. Together, they were able to widen the gap, Jason's resistance fading before finally they forced it completely open, trapping Jason between it, and the wall.

By this point, he had stopped pushing all together, and his head was turned to the side as his sisters squished him with the door.

Emily gave it one last big shove for good measure, extracting a pained grunt from Jason before she swung it back. Jason collapsed on the floor, breathing heavy.

Jason made an attempt to stand but was immediately stomped back down by Emily. Before he could muscle his way back up, she planted one foot on his head, then the other, effectively trying to flatten him.

Kylie watched in horror as her big sister tried to make a pancake out of their brothers head. He squirmed and wiggled but she was too much for him to push off.


"Emily stop! You're going to kill him!" Kylie blurted out, trying to push her sister off as Jason's struggles slowed.


"He's fine Kylie! Besides, he deserves every bit of this!" She said, grinding her big foot on his tiny head. She managed to squash a weak groan out of him but that was it.


"You should be the one pounding this little shit anyway! He tried to push you down the stairs Kylie! If I would have missed you, you'd be at the bottom of the steps with a broken neck right now.


Kylie knew she was right. She still did care about Jason, but he obviously didn't have any love for her. She just observed as Jason's whole head turned purple beneath Emily's big feet. She still felt like Emily was being too harsh, but she just stood by now.


Finally, only after Jason stopped moving completely, did Emily step off of his head. His head was dark blue, except for 2 white foot prints where Emily's weight didn't allow blood to flow. They could see that he was still breathing, but he seemed to be knocked out.

"Hey, wake up! You're not getting off that easy!" Emily shouted, giving him a kick in the side. Jason let out a groan, holding his stomach. Although he wasn't ready to stand, he already showed signs of healing himself. She had only gotten off of him a moment ago, but his head was already back to normal color.

"Emily. . . You're gonna regret this. Believe me!" Jason managed to say after a second. "When dad hears about this, y-

"DAD. . . .isn't GOING to hear about this!" Emily interuppted with a stomp to Jason's back. "But what he might just hear about, is how you tried to push your own fucking sister down the stairs!" She finished, twisting her foot and receiving more squawks and groans.

"You know he won't believe you! He never believes you! As far as he needs to know, YOU shrunk me, YOU chose not to call them, and YOU BOTH. . . . took turns crushing me and my friends just for fun!" Jason mused, through ragged breathes.

"Emily! That's. . . That's not what happened! He can't tell dad that's what happened!" Kylie whined frantically.

"I KNOW, Kylie!" Emily shouted, annoyed. "I told you he is a little asshole didn't I?"

"Look shithead," Emily began, placing her foot back on Jason's head. "You REALLY aren't in a position to call any shots. But you ARE, in a position to get that thick little skull of yours squashed like a grape. So here's what's going to happen. You're gonna apologize to Kylie. GENUINELY!" She emphasized with a twist on his head. "Then, once we BOTH agree it's satisfactory, me and you are gonna have ourselves a little one on one chat. Got it?"

A moan was all she got in response. She rolled her eyes and lifted her foot a few inches above his head.

"I got it." Jason mumbled.

"That's what I thought." Emily said smugly. "Ok Kylie, come here." She said, pointing in front of her to the floor before Jason's squashed face.

Kylie stepped up to her, looking nervously at her feet, inches from his face.

"Closer. Little brother needs a real good look!" Emily instructed, nudging Jason with her foot.

Kylie took another two baby steps, her toes nearly touching Jason now. He instinctively moved his head away.

"Alright Jason, apologize. And you damn well better mean it." Emily said, kicking him in the side again.

There was a moment of silence, as both Emily and Kylie waited for Jason to respond. He said nothing, but rolled over to face away from Kylie's feet.

Kylie looked to her sister, a defeated look on her face. "Can he. . . Can he do that?" She whimpered.

Emily just shrugged. "Not to me. But that is because he knows I'll stomp him into next week if he disrespects me like that. Seems like both him and Clyde can do it to you though." She said flatly.

"So what am I supposed to do?" Kylie asked, pleading with her eyes.

"I'm done helping you. You're on your own. You aren't leaving until he apologises and I think it's good enough. You're big and he's small. It isn't some great mystery. Figure it out." Emily said camly, and to Kylie's surprise, she stepped past her and sat on Jason's bed.

Emily knew full well what Jason would do if she wasn't around to intimidate him, but she wanted to see if Kylie would step up, or let some little shit half her size, bully her.

It only took a second after she sat down and got comfortable for Jason to make his move. In a split second, he went from laying limp, to ready to spring up. He pushed himself up and was about to take off when suddenly Kylie decided to take her stand.

With one swift stomp to his midsection. Kylie pressed Jason back down on his belly. She placed her foot back on the ground, and looked to Emily's for approval.

"Don't look at me, he's getting back up!" Emily warned her.

Jason had easily shaken off the stomp, since his body had time to recover, and was already pushing back up.

With a shriek of surprise, Kylie quickly stomped him again, this time keeping her foot on his back. He still tried to fight her, and for a moment it looked like he would escape.

"Emily! He. . . He won't stay still!" Kylie whined.

"That's because you let him get too strong. You can't just pin him down, you need to squash the fight out of him. Otherwise, he'll never apologize because he isn't afraid of you." Emily explained, leaning back against Jason's wall.


"Kylie, when I get out of this, I'm destroying every art project you have as payback!" Jason shouted from under her foot, trying to terrorize her mentally.

"N-No you're not Jason!" Kylie argued, not sure who she was trying to convince.

"Oh yeah, I am! And I'm gonna start with your little tree sculpture!

The tree sculpture was Kylie's absolute favorite art piece she had made in her young career as an artist. Her art teacher had spent extra time helping her plan it, and it had turned out perfect. Her school even displayed it in the front case for art week. Both Jason and Emily had threatened it before, as a means to gain Kylie's compliance, but that was when they were both bigger than her. Here and now. . . .This was not the case.

"You're not going to touch my tree sculpture!" Kylie screeched, and to both Emily and Jason's surprise, she placed her other foot on his head, so she was effectively standing completely on him. Emily had a huge smile on her face as her little apprentice finally reached her potential.

"If you even talk about my sculpture again, you're gonna be a pancake! Ok!?" Kylie threatened and asked to see if they were on the same page.

Jason only grunted, both from pain and from exertion as he tried to will himself to stand on rage strength alone. Emily watched with amusement, Kylie more with determination. She was dead set on gaining either Jason's respect, or at least his compliance.

Finally when jason stopped squirming, Kylie stepped off of him. He rolled over on to his back, coughing and hacking.


"Well?" Kylie asked, expectantly.

"W-well what?" Jason managed to spit back.


"Are you going to apologize to me!?" She asked, distraught that it wasn't obvious to him.


"Go to hell Kylie!" Jason said, still coughing.


With his reflexes, Jason saw Kylie lift her foot and tried to roll away but found himself trapped awkwardly on his side, pinned to the floor.


"Don't talk to me like that! Emily said you have to!" Kylie said, pressing firmly on his shoulder, folding him over.


"Emily can s-" was all Jason was able to say before Kylie silenced him, standing again with both feet on his back. She looked proudly at Emily as she extracted similar squawks from him as her sister.


"And don't you dare talk to Emily that way either! You're lucky she doesn't beat you up more than she does for all the mean stuff you say to her all the time." Kylie said, pointing a finger at the smashed boy under her feet.


She unintentionally shifted her weight from the foot on his upper back to the one on his lower, and took noticed that his pained squawks were silenced as his head came up and his eyes bugged out, his mouth agape with no sound coming out.


Curious, Kylie shifted back to the other foot and watched as Jason's expression changed. He scrunched his face and clamped his eyes shut, clenching his fists in pain. She switched again, watching his eyes bulge again.


"Hey Emily! Watch this!" Kylie said proudly as she showed her sister her discover, kneading Jason under her soles.


Emily laughed as Jason was put through hell, being steam rolled under Kylie's feet. She watched intently until suddenly Jason stopped moving and just layed still as she marched on him.


"I think you got him Kylie. Looks like he passed out." Emily said, standing up and crouching in front of them. She grabbed one of his little arms, lifting it like a referee. It fell to the floor limp as confirmation.


"You can stop stepping on him now, he's unconscious. " Emily directed her. Without questioning her, Kylie stepped off, leaving Jason between her feet.


"When he wakes up, I think he'll be ready to apologize to you." Emily said, prodding Jason's face with a finger.


3 minutes later, he finally came to. They watched the confused look on his face as he was greeted with giant unpainted toes in his face. He gasped as a moment later he remembered what happened. Emily laughed at his reaction from her place, standing over him with feet on either side of him. Kylie stood in front of him, waiting patiently.


"Alright Jason, are you ready to apologize to Kylie for every, or do you need another round under her feet?" Emily asked.


"Yes! Yes I'll do it, just please don't step on me anymore!" Jason pleaded.


"That depends on how good you say you're sorry. Go ahead!" She responded.


"Kylie! I. . I'm so sorry for everything. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll never disrespect you or your friends again, I swear!" Jason shouted desperately, lowering his head to the floor in front of her.


Kylie grinned from ear to ear. It wasn't every day that she had her big brother groveling at her feet. It also wasn't every day that she got to pancake him under said feet before and after his groveling if she saw fit. She looked to Emily for her approval.


"Huh!. . . .that was. . . . Surprisingly good." Emily admitted. Scratching her head. " I honestly thought you were going to do a shit job. That being said, I think maybe you need to do ONE more little thing to prove you're actually sorry. "


Jason looked up at her in disbelief. Emily just looked back at him, dead serious.


"I think you're going to kiss those pretty little feet in front of you." She explained.


Jason glanced back at Kylie's feet. They weren't repulsive or even mildly gross, it was just the sentiment of stooping that low that made him reject the notion. He thought for a moment before he made up his mind.


"No fucking w-"


Jason was once again silenced by a siblings foot as Emily crushed him with one of her now trademark house shaking stomps. She twisted it briefly before lifting it to reveal Jason, snoring unconscious on the floor.


Kylie covered her mouth in amazement. Emily was quickly becoming her new idol, bonding over payback on their small, male adversary.


"Wow! You're so strong Emily! It only took you one step!" Kylie shouted, clapping her hands in glee.


"I may have gone too far this time." Emily confessed, shrugging her shoulders. "I only meant to knock some sense into him."


A second later, Jason came back, gasping again. This time he had a terrified look on his face. He didn't even try to argue again and immediately crawled over and began to plant kisses on Kylie's toes.


Both Kylie and Emily beamed as they finally got the complete victory they were looking for. After a full minute of submission, they finally let him stop.


"Ok Kylie, we did it. He apologized for being a complete piece of trash to you. While I still think he is getting off a little easy for that shit he pulled on the stairs, I don't have all day to spend with this. Go to your room now and do whatever you were doing. I need to have a little heart to heart talk with your "big" brother.