Laughing to herself as the first movie of the night's planned marathon comes to an end, your older sister Claire stretches her body out across the couch you're sharing. Her pale legs pass over your knees for a moment as she lays her size 9 feet onto your lap roughly.
Wiggling and cracking her toes you glimpse the shimmer of the blue nail polish she's wearing and try to avoid staring at the mesmerizing sight of her flexing thighs and feet as she absentmindedly finishes yawning.
For a moment you swear you caught her smirking as you looked up the length of her body, and you push her legs off, slightly embarrassed. Taking it in stride she slides herself up to a standing position as her feet hit the floor. Finishing her stretch, she turns towards you with her hands on her ample hips.
You look up the length of her body as she stands over you for a moment taking in the sight of her thick pale thighs stretching the fabric of her shorts and the tank top barely covering her breasts and midsection as it flexes before you. Flipping her shoulder length hair out of her face she looks at you and casually speaks.
"That one was pretty good huh? What are you tired or something- What are you staring at? Look weirdo, I'm gonna go grab some snacks and drinks from down the road, you want anything?"
"No, I'm good, I'll just wait here." You tell her nervously.
You were in awe of Claire. But unable to say anything more about it, she was your sister after all. As she left the room, and you saw her closet with her high heels, sneakers, and flats in the distance you gazed longing at them for a second, then looked away.
"Wow, I need stop this is ridiculous..." You say to yourself.
But as your mind swirled with dirty thoughts, there was something weird happening. Suddenly you started feeling fuzzy, tingly, and within seconds, intensely sick with something. Then, as quickly as it began, your consciousness fades, as you black out.
You suddenly find yourself laying down, in what looks like an endless expanse of some soft, lightly colored terrain surrounding you. Taking a moment, you focus your vision on the blurred, strange shapes around you. You realize the material beneath you seems identical to the strands of a carpet, only these pieces of thread are as big around as your limbs.
Somewhat overwhelmed, it begins to dawn on you where you are. Gazing off towards the horizon, you see pillars of various colored materials and wood rising almost high enough to blur out of your view against the dimly colored light coming from above. The neutral walls reflect the room’s lighting, making it difficult to see past a certain distance at your size, but you can tell you are in a seemingly huge room. A living room of some kind, as far as you can tell, that is filled with proportionally sized furniture.
It takes a moment for your mind to fully comprehend what it's looking at, but after a few moments you realize you're staring at a heavily enlarged version of the same room you were just sitting in, the couch you were on and coffee table that was in front of you rising far above on either side of your miniature body.
Wondering what could have happened, like if you fell asleep and are dreaming somehow. Questioning the nature of what you’re looking at you ask yourself if this is some kind of medical situation, perhaps even some kind of spiritual, trans dimensional or extraterrestrial experience as you make your way towards what seems like safe cover beneath the huge furniture.
As you push through the waist high fibers of the carpet, your scattered thoughts on the situation are interrupted by a booming sound thundering through the distance. The area around you shakes, causing the loose fabric to jostle around you as the floor rumbles.
Bracing yourself against the nearby table leg to balance yourself, the crashing, shaking tremors sounds continue. You're suddenly blasted by a rush of air as the door to the room is thrown open.
In the doorway you see the slightly silhouetted form of Claire's massive body. Standing taller than a skyscraper over your pathetic body lost in the carpet far below she casually glances across the room and stretches herself for a moment before beginning to walk in.
"Hey little bro~ Where'd ya go? I got some snacks. I'm gonna start the next movie without you if you don't hurry up! What'd he go home already?... Lameee. Oh well more for me, I guess.
As her sandal covered feet slam against the floor the whole world around you shakes. You can hear her humming to herself in the distance far above, the sound reverberating over and throughout your body and the thin wood of the table leg you're standing near. The tight material of her tank top clings to her breasts and hover above her exposed stomach, while the building sized pillars of flesh trapped within the shorts, she's wearing shift and flex beneath them.
She easily covers what looks like a city block sized space to your size in a single step. While her foot hits the ground and sends out another shock wave, you realize she's heading towards the couch, the area in which you're currently cowering. Above you she begins reaching out her hand absentmindedly to toss the bag of goodies onto the coffee table and take a seat, the couch groaning and shaking the floor beneath her as the weight of her body settles into place.
Her huge sandals slam down on either side of you in the shadows below the table, assaulting you with the force of the impact, and a sudden wave of musky, hot air rushing from within. You watch as overhead atop the platform insoles, the blue shining surfaces of her nails flick and move as her toes grasp and pull at the edge of the sandals. The flexing digits grab with enough force to cause the material to audibly groan and creak at your size, before snapping quickly back into place while she impatiently glances around before sitting down.
"Well, if you're in the bathroom or something- I'm cracking open this bag of snacks and getting into the next movie! Whatever I guess ya loser."
As you shout for help far below you watch your sister's titanic body lean casually over the gap between the table and the couch, for a moment looking directly down towards you wiggling between her feet on the carpet. However, her glance passes uncaring and quickly over you, not seeming to notice you or your tiny movement in the dimly lit room and the high strands of the shaggy rug.
Her foot suddenly shifts forward roughly, grinding across the fabric with enough force to have crumpled your body beneath if its path was a few more inches in your direction. The movement emits an awful, scraping sound as her sandal passes over the carpet, shaking your body and the area.
The sounds of her picking up the remote to turn on the next movie on Netflix far above and rustling through the bag of snacks on the table, and her leaning body overshadows you, you watch in horror as she begins to slide her massive bare foot out of her sandal. You cower, panicking only a few yards away as the giant rubber form settles into place beneath the table.
Moving slowly, the curving shape of her sole rises from the surface with an audible sticking sound as the sweaty surface of her foot separates from the moist material of the sandal. Her heel hovers above you as the ball of her foot slides down and across the insole of her shoe, grabbing at it with the moving blue tipped forms of her toes.
Her massive foot arches over your tiny body and you feel a blast of hot, moist air fill the area, freed from being trapped in the tight spaces between her toes and beneath her sole. Bathed in the aroma flowing from your sister's foot you're unable to look away for a moment as it slides off the edge of the sandal, and down towards you. The mountainous mass of flesh crashes into the carpet directly in front of you, as pieces of debris, and a few droplets of her ripe foot sweat rain down onto your lint sized body.
Grasping the carpet between her toes roughly she twists the ball of her foot against it, and the area around you shifts suddenly. Her movement sends a tremor throughout the area and moves the fabric itself around you, pulling it towards the huge moving underside of her toes.
From your diminutive perspective, you can see the still slick sheen of sweat passing over her sole as she flexes it like a wall of skin overhead, speckled with bits of dirt and dust from walking down the road to the store and a light smearing of filth from walking around throughout the night.
The scent, heat and grinding sound becomes overpowering, and unready to defend yourself or steady your balance you're knocked down into the strands of carpet as the entire area is pulled and maneuvered by her massive toes.
She leans back up with a bag of snacks in hand, and the noise of the movie beginning fills the room, she's unable to hear your tiny screams as you're dragged among the fabric far below towards the hungrily grasping, city bus sized, sweaty surfaces of her toes. Continuing to pleasurably wipe the ball of her foot against the cold carpet and enjoying the feeling Claire rips open the bag of snacks and throws a handful of bagged popcorn into her mouth as she mumbles to herself while the intro to the movie begins.
"Man, what an idiot he is, my bro doesn't even know what he's missing out on. Ditching me without even saying anything after just hanging out here at my place. Hmm, and I'm so achy too after how much it rained today, I was going to try and trick him into giving me a foot rub! Augh! that would have felt so good too! Oh well, his loss I guess…heh, I know a bunch of guys that would kill to get a chance to touch my feet... little pervert is probably into it anyways I probably shouldn't... Oh well."
Your protests continue unheard as the huge pillars of flesh continue to grind and knead the strands of carpet between and underneath their weight, covering the fabric in a thin film of her sweat and the grime from her foot. You feel your stomach drop as you realize she's never going to hear you down here.
Panicking, you find yourself tangled among the fibers, unable to free yourself and being dragged towards the eagerly flexing forms of your older sisters’ toes.
Still pleading, desperately, you look up at the flexing form of her sole towering over you and the mass of her leg and thigh moving above it as her smiling face stares forward towards the television screen in the distance, paying no attention as she threatens to crush your tiny body under her foot with her simple absentminded motions.
Pulled into the shadow of her arching foot you brace yourself for the inevitable. The slick, hot surface of her sole slides against your face and upper body, covering you in a layer of the sticky, acrid scented moisture coating it. You cough and gag as her sweat and the random filth from the insole of her shoe is wiped onto your wiggling upper body as your legs are dragged beneath the ball of her foot, tangled within the strands of carpet.
Instantly you feel the intense pressure baring down on your legs and lower body as your face is quickly pulled away from the warm surface of her sole, slamming you down into a laying position as you feel the muscular lengths of her toes grasp onto and pull through the carpet with you wrapped within.
Dexterously passing the area of fabric through and between her toes, she flosses them of the debris and sweat gathered over them, pulling your little body haphazardly alongside the strands. While she enjoys the tiny sensation under her foot, your world becomes a moving dark smattering of fabric, flesh, and pressure.
The tunnel like view of the undersides of her toes is quickly replaced by the crushing weight of one of their tips, or the gaps between being shoved into your face. Then quickly everything is replaced again by the cluster of carpet or ground beneath.
The wind is knocked out of you and you gasp for breath, but all you suck in is the moist, thick air and mouthfuls of her sweat. The movement and swallowing the haze around you begins making you dizzy. You perceive this experience for what feels like an eternity, all of your senses become filled with your sister's body odor, heat, and the intense aroma of her feet.
Your body and limbs are battered but miraculously the fabric trapping you and holding you in place also seems to be saving you, as her weight and more crushing grasping motions made by her toes seem to be cushioned enough by the surrounding strands of carpet that you're not entirely broken.
To your shock, you hear her laughing far in the distance, enjoying herself as the movie unfolds while she rolls and plays with the strange shape of your fabric wrapped body between her toes and beneath her foot on the floor beneath.
"Hahah! Wow, he's really missing out. I guess he really did take off huh... Kind of a dick move. Ah... whatever this is beneath my toes feels pretty good though, something must have fallen down there and gotten stuck in the carpet. Oh well.”
“Too bad it's not my stupid little brother under my foot instead... That would be a good way to get him back for ditching me! Then I'd get my foot rub no matter what if wants it or not cause he wouldn't be able to stop his big sisters’ feet from just having rubbed themselves all over his puny tiny body.”
“Ugh- so lame, that's never going to happen. It would be pretty fun to keep him like a little toy though... probably better off for him too anyways, serving his big sister's beautiful feet is probably a higher purpose than anything else that loser is going to do in his life, I'd basically be doing him a favor by letting him live as my little foot slave... Pfft... I better stop before I get myself too worked up... heh..."
You hear Claire muttering to herself as the pressure on your tiny body suddenly increases, her toes grasping through the fibers and scooping you up cradled and squeezed beneath their sweaty undersides, pressing you against them
Your insignificantly small form is easily carried, tucked into the underside of her massive toes as you feel your stomach lurch. Swung through the air in the dimly lit space beneath the coffee table you see through the crevices between her toes as the surface of her sandal's insole rushes into view. Suddenly the muscular walls of flesh grasping you swing outwards, tossing you from beneath their sticky surfaces and sending you hurling through the cold air for a moment.
As you look back towards the wiggling huge toes you feel your back hit hard against the spongy surface of the sandal's rubber insole. Bouncing slightly but still dazed by the hard impact you struggle to right yourself, your hands pressing against the slippery, warm surface of the sandal's arch section.
The aroma trapped beneath her feet is somehow even stronger here, you know your sister had worn these sandals for a while now as you had often watched her toying with them and dangling them off her toes while she did things nearby, but you never imagined how intense the layers of built up sweat and grime from her foot would be at this distance and size.
Finding it difficult to breath you manage to raise yourself to a kneeling position, coughing to catch your breath in the thick air and after the rough motion, looking up you feel your heart drop.
The huge toes that almost crushed you hover menacingly over the entrance to the sandal, wiggling and twitching slightly as they begin to push forward, filling the tight space and stretching the bands of plastic as they move slowly towards you. You slip and stumble, trying to get to your feet, your pulse pounding as you realize if you stay here in the middle of the insole you'll surely be obliterated beneath the arch of her sole as it presses down.
You hear the sandal creaking and groaning as her the sides of her foot stretch the bands, the heat from her toes approaching rushing over the back of your body as you turn to run towards the toe section. As you make it into the faded dips of her toe imprints, the entire sandal shifts roughly as she outstretches her toes, knocking you down as she begins pushing them into the end of the shoe and grasping around with her toes for her foot's tiny, dropped prize.
As you turn to defend yourself, throwing up your arms weakly, you see the curling forms of the sweaty undersides of her toes rushing towards you, the blue nail polish emblazoned across them shining in the light from the television screen in the distance.
Easily overtaking you, you watch as they curve around and over you, quickly covering the insole and space around you, their plump tips slapping against the end of the shoe blocking your escape as you're swallowed beneath them. Trapped within the tight space the world outside is muffled, the only light is that which passes between her toes or through the thinner parts of her flesh as it wraps around and over you.
Her toes slowly begin to close, sliding loudly over the plastic of the insole as they curl inwards, grasping you against the hot, wet skin and pinching your arms and legs between the heavy forms threatening to snap your limbs like twigs.
Your screams for help are cut short, as your minuscule body is easily maneuvered by her toes, pulled, shifted, and held in place, as the back of your head is slowly pushed against the insole, and your face is jammed completely into the sweaty space between her big and second toe.
Your face is pinched between them as they rub across and over your head like a ball of lint or a Q-tip your mouth and nose are filled with the ripe essence and whatever lies within the ripe space as she casually uses your head to clean between her toes, holding your limbs roughly between or pinned beneath her other toes.
As you suffer far below you hear Claire mumbling again, muffled by the flesh surrounding you, over the sound of the movie in the distance.
"Ahh, whatever that is down there feels pretty good. I'll have to check it out later. May have to even keep it, whatever it is. Anything that feels that good beneath my toes probably belongs there. Might have just found myself a new little foot toy~"
Through your now stinging eyes you gaze out from between your sisters’ toes towards her distant face as she shovels another handful of popcorn into her mouth, laughing heartily with her mouth full at the antics on the screen out of sight.
The salty fluids running across the hot flesh pressing against your face mix with the tears streaming from your eyes. You cry in a mixture of fear and desperation, as it finally starts to fully set in for you that your quality time with your big sister for the night, has only really just begun.
The loud music, voices and sound effects from the movie continue in the distance as the dim light of the screen allows you to see through your burning eyes as the huge fleshy pillars part and slide against each other, grinding and coursing across and over your body and into your face.
You feel your body creaking as your big sister's curious toes prod and push your groin and chest into the rubber surface of the sandal insole, causing you a chaotic mix of pain and pleasure. She gasps in excitement, shoving another handful of popcorn into her mouth as her eyes stay locked upon the screen, something dramatic apparently happening in the movie you're missing.
The thick odor of her sweat and the warm, ripe aromas flowing from between her toes and from across the skin of her soles fills your senses. Your body shudders at the lack of good oxygen while you continually shift between coughing and gasping the overpowering essence into your mouth, nose and coating your lungs.
The pressure suddenly increases as the tension on screen in the movie rises to an apparent crescendo. Claire's toes rough force themselves onto and around your body, grinding your puny form into the pocket of space pushed tightly against their sweaty undersides. As the sounds of conflict from the movie continue, she leans forward in her seat, the gaps between her toes sliding shut with a slick, wet sealing noise as you're entirely entrapped within the dark space.
Crushed beneath her toes, they curl towards your body and the insole beneath them as she becomes anxious at the characters on screen avoiding certain death. The space becomes tighter and the sweat and grime flowing across and under her toes pools onto the surface of the insole and over your miniature body. The hot, limited air in the dark space begins to cause you to struggle to breathe, falling into a panic as you're unable to move.
The sweat builds around your body and face as you're pushed into the giving insole of the sandal, the salty liquid filling into the indentation made around you and splashing into your mouth and nose. One of your limbs snaps and goes numb, trapped beneath the ball of her foot in the awkward position as your body is contorted beneath her toes. The sheer amount of force bearing down on your pathetic frame feels to your horror as if it's going to obliterate you.
For a moment your life flashes before your eyes, memories of seeing your big sister's size 9 feet stomping down onto small toys of yours and crushing them, the mangled smear of an unfortunate ant plastered against her sole while she had her feet up one day and you happened to glance. As your mind snaps back to the compacting world of toe-flesh, rubber and overwhelming heat, scent, and pressure- you burst into tears.
Your psyche reels in horror and desperation as you realize you're nothing more than another piece of mushed debris, a helplessly trapped and doomed insect who's only fate is to be an unaware plaything, an insignificant object like any other to be crushed destroyed by your sister's massive, beautiful, flexing soles and toes.
As the dirty sweat of her foot dripping onto you from the toes pressing down on you from above, mixes with the dust and grime smeared across her insole begins to rise around you, your face begins to become submerged. Gasping for breath, in a state of primal survival, you gag and convulse as you're forced to swallow the salty mixture in an effort to keep yourself from drowning.
Occasionally the huge toes close around you and crushing you flex, pushing down harder, letting off slightly, or idly wiggling over and against your body, battering you further. In between coughing fits and swallowing the thick, vile liquid to continue breathing, the air around you becomes thin, and your vision blurred, dizzy and going into shock from the pain and lack of oxygen. You sob, swallowing your sister's foot sweat and gasping through her musky scent as she laughs far above at the movie.
Triumphant music blares through the television's sound system and as quickly as the devastating pressure started- it suddenly lets up. With a sickening, sticky popping sound, the sweat soaked flesh of your sister's toes and the sole of her foot pull quickly off of the slick surface of the sandal's insole. A wave of cold, refreshing air from the room outside flows quickly into the space against your back and over your body.
You feel yourself lifted up alongside her foot as she falls back into the chair, relieved as the characters in the film make it through some apparent danger and find yourself stuck to the ball of her foot. A thick film of sweat, grime and who knows what else lacquers you in place haphazardly against the bottom of her toes as you weakly gaze down towards the sandal beneath you and out into the dimly lit expanse of the floor.
Feeling the world shift around you, it's clear that she's lifted and is bobbing her foot over her sandal idly, as you've often seen her do. Scared at the heights you're suddenly reaching, and unsure of how to best free yourself from the sticky flesh you simply cling on as you feel the gravity rush through your tiny form while she moves her foot. The sandal, table and portions of the couch quickly pass by the air rushing over you, as she brings her feet upwards.
Sitting back onto the couch and roughly slamming her heels down onto the table Claire sighs in relief as the stressful scene ends, putting her feet up near the bowl she put the popcorn in, on the coffee table in front of the couch. Stuck against the bottom of her foot you're suddenly slammed down jarringly, hanging over the sheer drop towards the hard wooden field and gigantic bowl of popcorn beneath.
As you perilously balance over the hot buttered popped kernels spread throughout the bowl beneath you, feeling yourself beginning to slip against the sticky, now idly flexing flesh of her foot you desperately glance around trying to figure out the best course of action. In the distance you hear Claire mumbling to herself as she picks a piece of popcorn out of her teeth with a fingernail.
"Ah jeeze! That was a stressful scene! I didn't think they were gonna get away from that giant monster but it's a good thing that robot showed up when it did. Man, bro is REALLY missing out here. What an idiot. Wherever he took off too I hope he's having a TERRIBLE time, maybe he should get swallowed by some big nasty beast himself- that's what he gets for ditching his sister like this. Hmph. "
Slowly petering out as she continues to mumble to herself and chew on the bits of food in her mouth and around her tongue, Claire focuses back onto the movie, becoming enthralled by the unfolding exposition on screen and still failing to notice your now bruised and broken form clinging to the underside of her toes. Feeling something moving against the sensitive flesh, now exposed to the cold air within the room while up on the table.
Her other massive foot falls against the sole beneath you, as its curiously moving digits begin to search the area for the object or squished debris causing the strange sensation. Barely able to react, you see the moving, car sized pale forms of her toes move towards you and feel the hard surfaces of her toe-nails push under your limbs and body.
In one simple, flicking motion, like prying a piece of crushed food or sticky trash from between and under her toes she flexes her toes relieving herself of the weird feeling. As she does so you feel like you're hit in the chest with a tree trunk and your body is ripped from the firm grasp of the sticky, quickly drying sweat and grime securing you in place, to be sent spiraling through the air with the sheer force.
The wind knocked from your lungs and a sharp pain racking your body, you're pretty sure the impact of her toenail casually flicking at your chest broke multiple ribs. Your vision distorts as you grasp at yourself, curling as you fly through the air above the table and watch the hillside vista of yellow white fluffy popcorn bits, and the surface of the ceramic shiny bowl, rise towards you. Your unnoticed mite-sized body flings unceremoniously and unseen into the buttery, billowy pile beneath you, as your casually scratched off your sister's foot and fall into her bowl of snacks.
Stunned for a moment you fall, bouncing and rolling deep between the puffed snacks, some of them crunching and breaking into bits- others absorbing the impact like Styrofoam. As you roll into the depths of the bowl you become coated in a layer of dusted cheese-salt and butter, burning your wounds, nose and eyes as you struggle to navigate the strange popcorn cavern system.
Looking up you see the dimly lit ceiling above and out into the room and the massive soles and slowly wiggling toes filling the horizon in one direction. Taking a moment to adjust and realizing as you settle into place that you've partially lost the use of at least 2 of your limbs, only able to roughly stand or move and basically drag yourself around the area.
The sounds of the movie continue outside the space muffled by the puffed shapes and slowly shifting forms, punctuated by the reverberation of Claire's movements, laughter and mumbling to herself throughout. You search your mind for any way you might be able to escape the constantly moving forms of puffed corn mass surrounding you or get your sister's attention from here.
However, before you can give it too much thought you see a shadow cast over you while scratching at your chin and staring down at the popcorn floor. Looking up you scream reflexively as you see the huge, outstretched fingers of your sister's hand, the blue polish across her sharp manicured fingernails flaring in the light cast from the TV intimidatingly as the entire industrial crane sized form descends and begins crashing deafeningly into the popcorn above and around you.
The entire bowl rocks, and the sea of snack food surrounding you is blasted like a harvested landscape as she hungrily shoves the sharp forms of her nails and the soft lengths of her fingers into the small space- grasping as much of little snacks as possible into her grip before the entire mass suddenly shoots back up from the bowl out of sight towards the couch beyond the view of her feet.
As you cower in fear shattered bits of popcorn and dust rain down across and around you as rogue kernels and dropped puffs batter against you. The huge feet balanced over the bowl wiggle happily as the sound of loud, rough chewing echoes from the distance, followed by the reverberation of your sister swallowing loudly and sighing satisfied.
"Mmm~ delicious. Ah- I think I might eat this whole bowl of popcorn myself. Glad I got some other snacks too- I got the munchies bad tonight. Too bad bro's not here to help me finish it all up, but whatever- more for me I guess~" She says, punctuating her sentence by burping loudly and laughing. "Haha- plus now I don't have to worry about enjoying being able to just do that freely too."
Hearing the sound of the couch shifting as she leans forward again, you see the form of her open, grasping palm coming towards the snack bowl. Bracing yourself you attempt to force your wounded body to move, fighting to avoid being swept up alongside an entire handful of the salty bunches of puffed corn.
Limping weakly towards the curved rise of the wall of the bowl and piles of popcorn gathered aside it, you crunch across the surface of those beneath you. Your legs break through and into the hollow puffs and stick to your limbs as you struggle to move and keep your legs free.
A booming sound emits from the screen as explosions from the movie fill the room and your area in the bright orange and red light of the flames. The reddish tint adds a terrifying quality to the looming clawed form descending towards the color washed surfaces chaotically rising around and above you.
You reach the edge of the area in time to escape the massive forms of her fingers smashing into the hillside sized pile of popcorn, and steady yourself against the moving puffs nearby you as the entire mass shifts and flows towards the empty space left. Her hand crushes and drags another cluster into the air, and out of sight past the rising shape of her glistening soles.
The rumbling sound of her pleasurably dumping the handful into her eagerly awaiting mouth and happily crunching and chewing before loudly swallowing again echoes around you once more as the light from the screen dims back down again.
Her hand reappears above you, coming in quickly for a second grasp of the tasty snacks without much hesitation. Unable to quickly move to avoid it within the small window of time- you merely shudder in place, moving back and forth while holding onto the nearest puff like a shield to desperately protect yourself. Her fingertips barrel down directly towards you, threatening to grab the area you're in of gathered puffs against the wall of the bowl.
However, they quickly change direction, confused for a moment you watch her hand turn as you're shown the tops of her fingers and the glowing sheen of her fingernails as their forms curl within the bowl in front of you. Your confusion is quickly cast away however as she sweeps her fingers across the wall of the bowl crashing through the gathered popcorn like a bulldozer and crushing the two puffs beside you into shattering pieces of dust and puffed shell that spray against you.
The force of her fingers sliding casually across the area to gather the bits from the side of the bowl and sweep them towards the main mass in the center hits against the side of your body. The impact crushes your arm against your torso, twisting and breaking it, as you're sent twirling into the now shifting and rolling bunches of popcorn being gathered together.
Gasping in salty mouthfuls of buttery atmosphere and flavor dust covering and settling over you, you push with your remaining good arm against the ball-pit like falling puffs rolling over and around you. Terrified you find yourself trapped with the main mass of the bite sized snacks, unable to escape or clearly see the direction from which her massive fingers will come next.
A loud smashing sound draws your attention as a sudden rushing motion rips away the cluster of puffs laying next to you, causing the cold air and light to rush into the space. The pale form of Claire's fingers pull away out of sight carrying their prize far into the distance above.
Struggling to push the mass of popcorn off and away from you and gain some sort of traction and right yourself from the chaotic laying position you find yourself in you find little success before the crashing shapes of her fingers smash through the puffed pile again for their next handful of doomed targets. One of her fingertips slams into your chest, the warm- soft familiar touch of your sister's hand for a moment covering most of your entire body in an almost intimate manner, seeming to feel at and maybe even sense the irregular shape of your body against the puffed snack.
Your moment of hope is instantly dashed however as the pressure from her finger increases instead of letting up. You feel your body strain in the space between her muscular digit, and the rigid structure of the large piece of popcorn your body is wedged against. For a moment you think your spine is going to be snapped, but the puffed snack's outer casing breaks first, collapsing around you as her huge finger pushes further into the pile, not even truly noticing you.
Your torso and broken limbs are compressed into the mass of the piece of popcorn, wedged deeply within its collapsing foam like shape and you find yourself tumbling along with it as it falls from between her fingers. Stuck within the piece of popcorn you scream, watching the hand raise back up again and rolling with your free arm and head wiggling out of the salty, crunchy puffed surface you've been pressed into.
Looking around your panic raises to an uncontrollable level, as you see the ruins of the popcorn rolling about in the bowl around you. The piece you're stuck within now one of only a handful or so of pieces left sparsely spread around the loose kernels at the bottom of the bowl. The cheese dust and salty butter stings your eyes as you're now sobbing uncontrollably and desperately pleading as loud as you can.
You wriggle in a futile motion against the tight, firm grasp of the folding and crushed form of the popcorn piece you're wedged into.
As you continue to shout, the sound of Claire giggling and talking to herself echoes around you, overwhelming your meek and tiny pleas. Wiping her mouth and talking to herself, she shifts forward in the seat and grabs the edge of the bowl with one hand, lifting it into the air and jostling you about within alongside the other final bits of her snacks.
"Mmmm, this popcorn tastes better than usual for some reason, I can't seem to get enough of it. Maybe it's because bro isn't here like normal steal all the good puffs or something. I think I'm going to eat every last little bit and just really savor it. Hehe~ What lucky little snacks, you get to be broken down and become part of my big, beautiful body hmm?"
She says as she places the bowl onto her lap and rubs at the huge surface of her tummy rising above it like a cliff wall. The jiggling form of her ample breasts shift and move as she runs her hands up and over them before running her finger over her lips and gazing down hungrily smirking towards the remaining few bits of popcorn, and the one you're pressed within down beneath her.
"Hehe, mmm~ You must be so happy to fulfill your purpose and be the lassst little ones to enjoy being pressed down into my hot, waiting mouth and swallowed down the dark, tight tunnel of my throat to slide down inside me with the rest of the lucky little snacks~ Make sure to be really tasty for me okay little puffs?~"
She says giggling and posing girlishly above the bowl, seemingly having a bit of fun while bored for a moment as she casually picks one of the few remaining pieces nearby you and pops it casually into her mouth, chewing for a moment then swallowing. She continues playing with her food, poking at another piece before throwing it up into her mouth as well, smashing it and swallowing loudly.
You scream as one after another, all of the other popcorn puffs are snatched quickly from the porcelain surface around you, leaving your rolling puff prison as the only remaining snack within the bowl alongside the flavor dust, sheen of slick butter, and shifting forms of stray kernels.
Your big sisters face only continues giggling and teasing down towards the bowl unknowingly from far above, enjoying herself as she plays with the last of her food childishly, thinking she's alone and enjoying her own childish antics.
Finally, to your horror, her hand lowers towards the bowl again, descending slowly towards you. You shiver within the puffed mass ensconcing your body and limbs, wiggling your free arm, and shouting from your exposed head hoping she'll notice the strange movement or shape of the snack.
Instead, she simply strokes at and playfully rolls the piece of popcorn beneath her fingertip, talking towards it and giggling again as she pinches it, and you within between two fingers and begins slowly raising you into the air along.
"Oooh~ Look at this, the last little survivor of the snacks. I'm afraid I can't let you go little straggler~ That big monster movie left me feeling quite hungry for some reason and I need every single one of you little things to fill up my ravenous kaiju girl appetite. Hehe. Have fun being crushed up in my mouth and being sucked way down into my stomach now, my salty little prey!"
Claire says giggling to herself and playfully bantering towards the tiny piece of popcorn between her fingertips, before her face while the credits to the monster movie roll on the screen in the distance. Slowly and dramatically licking her lips in front of the tiny snack, she opens her mouth wide mimicking the creature in the movie. Raising the piece of popcorn, she dangles it above her jaws while making an extended "Ahhhnnn~" sound effect.
The hot, buttery scented moisture of your sisters massive, awaiting maw washes over your face and body as her plush, wet lips slide open before you. Like a shifting massive door unveiling a view into a cavernous, dark moist space within you see the light from the screen reflecting and shining off of the saliva covered surfaces of the sides of her huge teeth, and the flesh of the inside of her mouth.
The flexing muscular form of her tongue moves out wiping itself across the pillowy pink lips teasingly before spreading itself out across the floor of the cavernous space like a quivering, awaiting red carpet. Long, thin strands of saliva trail and drip from the roof of her mouth to the surface of her twitching tongue, and drape like falling decorative strips between her now spread wide and open lips.
As she lets out the teasingly extended "ahhn" sound, the scent and warm rushing air from within her body overwhelms you along with the rumbling of her voice deafening your ears at this close distance even with such a casual and cute vocalization. You find yourself unable to even move, mesmerized like a pathetic prey animal before the gargantuan predatory creature that Claire had become to you now, nothing but a piece of food between her fingers being slowly lowered into her mouth.
Screaming and beating against the popcorn around you with your free arm you feel the heat from within her mouth close in on you, as her fingers pass within the gap of her lips and bring you within her mouth. Your actions are cut short as your head and arm, alongside the puffed ball are pressed onto the heated and wet, sticky surface of her tongue which folds and swells around you- pushing you against the buttery mass.
The light in the space fades quickly as she pulls her fingers back out of the tight, saliva filled space, the last shards of television glare shimmering off the surfaces of her teeth surrounding you as her tongue slams you into the roof of her mouth. Pressing and moving against and over the congealing mass of popcorn now melting and dripping around you she enjoys the flavor, shifting and moving the glob and your body throughout her mouth and around her tongue.
Letting out a loud "mmm" sound around you, her lips part slowly, allowing you to see for a moment again within the super-heated space, as her saliva and the salt within her mouth burns your orifices and fills your mouth with her spit and chewed food. You scream again, coughing and pleading for Claire to feel you, or hear you, not to eat you like some tiny snack item, as she begins sliding you back across the roof of her mouth with the salty mess towards the flexing opening of her throat.
You feel your body thrown against the tight orifice, as it closes around your arm and head, then opens again and begins to suck and pull against your body and the mass of food around you, pushing around and closing in on you as everything goes dark, and you're dragged into your sister's eagerly awaiting throat. As the walls of slick saliva and food mush covered muscle crush in on your body you feel yourself being smashed into unconscious. Contorted into a bone breaking shape, you let out a final shout, your mouth and throat filling with her fluids, as your vision goes dark.
You lose consciousness, becoming just another piece of food drawn into her massive gurgling stomach alongside the rest of the salty bits around you.
Claire sits up suddenly in her seat, putting the bowl down on the table and tracing the final shape of buttery popcorn mass down her throat with her fingertip as she swallows it satisfied. Feeling it pulled down within her and fill her stomach alongside the rest of her salty snacks she's surprised as she lets out a sudden burp while the last little mass, and you, settle within her.
"Oof- that last little bit was more filling than I thought it would be. Mmm. That movie and snacks were pretty good. Too bad about bro though, guess I'll see him again soon though, whatever~"
Giggling to herself, Claire yawns and stretches, laying her body across the length of the couch as the credits of the movie roll. With her stomach filled and satisfied with the long, dramatic action movies conclusion, she drifts off slowly to sleep, licking her lips and rubbing her stomach, unaware of the pathetically lost and slowly digesting body of her brother being broken down within her.