James couldn't believe this. 

Babysitting? On a Friday? What a waste of his time. He sat in his family's living room and watched his baby sister, Mary, play with one of her dolls, occasionally knawing on it to relieve her teething pain. She was only one and a half, and yet she was already very mobile around the house.

In the next room, Mary's older sister Marissa is on her phone, James could hear the periodic text message alert. He couldn't help but wonder who the hell his 7 year old sister could possibly be texting so much. Just as he pondered this, his mom walked in to give him his final reminders.

"Change Mary before you put her to sleep, don't make Marissa do it. No inviting any of your friends over, you need to focus on your sisters tonght, got it?" 

James knew full well his friends were already on their way over. "Got it."

His mom was satisfied. "Any questions?"

James couldn't help but ask, "Why do I have to do this when Sara is basically my age?"

His sister Sara was upstairs, preparing for a night out on the town with her friends, she was less than a year younger than James, also 18, so he couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that he was stuck babysitting. He already knew his moms answer before he asked.

"Well, technically you're older so you have more responsiblity. Alright, I'm going to head out, love you sweetie!" 

James rolled his eyes as his mom walked out the front door. He meandered over to the couch, sat down, and pulled out his phone to text his friends, complaining about how bored he is. After waiting for what felt like forever, his friends finally arrived at his house. He opened the door to the group. 

"Jimmy! How you been?" Rob said as he let himself into the house. Rob was the closest in the group to James, following him was Simon, one of Rob's buddies, and two girls. Becca was the stereotypical cheerleader type, loud, pretty dumb, and gourgeous. James was always trying to find a way to get her in bed, but the best he's been able to muster is a few chuckles from her at his bad jokes. The last person to step in was Kelly. She was very quiet, especially compared to the others in the group, but she was fairly smart and she knew Rob very well so she often tagged along with him.

"We found this package on your doorstep.." Simon said as he gave James a brown box. The strange thing was that the name on it was James' and not either of his parents.

"I don't remember ordering anything"

The group walked into the kitchen and sat down around the table. Everyone was curious as to what exactly James had, especially after his confusion in getting it. He cut the package and tore it apart. Inside was a piece of metal. It resembled an part of an appliance. Stainless steal and strangely shaped. As James held it up there was a sudden flash that blinded everyone sitting at the table. Within half a second they were all unconsious.

--

When James woke up he couldn't quite understand what had happened. He was on a perfectly flat surface. In the distance he saw Rob and Becca running toward him. He stood up and looked around, the chair next to him was giant, stretching high into the heavens. The kitchen light was as bright as the sun, drenching them in light. Rob and Becca finally made it to him.

"What the hell happened?" James questioned.

Rob responded, "We're the size of bugs now" 

In their new world it was unclear what exactly the group should do next.

"We still need to find Kelly and Simon" Rob suggested. 

"Yeah let's get on that first" James agreed. 

The group started walking across the tiles. It wasn't easy as there were distinct rumblings from in the distance and with all the massive furniture, finding the others was looking for a needle in a giant haystack. James still couldn't believe what was happening. The house he was just in was now monstrous and he was miniscule. 

Upon entering the thick carpet of James' living room, Rob finally saw the others hiding under the glass coffee table in the center of the room. Slowly but surely, Rob, James, and Becca journeyed past discarded toys and dolls to reach the center of the room. 
"Oh thank god you're alive!" Becca blurted out as she embraced Kelly.

"What happened and how do we get back to normal?" Simon questioned. Before anyone could properly respond, the ground vibrated intensely. The entire group looked around in utter confusion, James couldn't help but wonder if he was about to shrink again. But after a moment it became clear that this was not the case.

Towering the size of a building across the room from the small group of bug sized friends was Mary. The toddler was happily playing with a toy doll of hers.

"Holy shit! Shes giant" Becca exclaimed.

"No, we're small" James responded, astonished.

Only now did James consider how vulnerable the glass coffee table really was in this situation. Mary gradually toddled toward the table and inevitably noticed the small crowd of miniatures huddled below it. 

James shuddered as the baby girl made eye contact and grinned widely. As she got closer, no one in the group dared to move. The once adorable baby was now towering over them, the pink shirt and diaper drifting in the air hundreds of feet above the group. Mary was clearly fascinated with the group, she had never seen anything like them, and her developing brain wanted desperately to play with these new toys. She tried to reach under the table, but struggled as her short arms and lack of coordination made reaching these toys very difficult for her. 

Finally, Becca, who had been visibly terrified, screamed and began full speed running toward the safety of the couch. James yelled for her to stop but she had already left the underside of the table. The group watched as Mary saw her running and saw her opportunity to catch a new toy.

Becca was running as fast as she could. Even those years cheerleading had not prepared her to outrun a titan. She made the mistake of glancing behind her and seeing fat pudgy fingers chasing her viciously. She screamed as the hand caught up to her and squeezed her without hesitation. 

James had seen Mary play before, she was violent, loud, and vicious. As soon as Becca was in her baby hand, James knew that she was doomed. 

Becca's head awkwardly poked out of Mary's giant pudgy hand as she was hoisted into the air. She felt the wind blow her hair as she watched Mary's chubby feet, then her knees, then her diaper with cartoon characters printed on it that were bigger than her. Then to her belly, pink shirt with more giant cartoons and spit stains, to her awaiting face. 

For a moment Becca and Mary simply stared at one another. Becca sizing up the billboard of a face, with the baby's giant eyes scanning the shape of the small teenager. Mary was intensely curious. Becca gagged as the little girl's breath, filled with the stench of baby food and vomit, washed over her. 

Mary was absolutley thrilled. She had just found a strange looking bug. As she looked at it she could feel a rush of excitement, without even thinking she found herself experimenting with the bug. First by squeezing it, to which she heard a funny sound, sort of like a few toys she'd seen before. She loved it. 

The group watched from below, motionless as to avoid being trapped like the poor cheerleader. 

Becca let out a yelp, trying to scream but unable to catch her breath. Mary was amused by her struggles and giggled. The sound was deafening to Becca, her ears almost popped from the sound. She just wanted it to stop, the giggling, the squeezing, all of it. 

Mary happily obliged, opening her mouth and moving Becca toward it. Becca had just enough breath to scream and she lurched toward the gaping hole. This is not how she intended to die, swallowed by a toddler only to be processed and dumped in a colorful diaper. She prayed the child would acknowledge her screaming as she approached the enormous mouth, with strands of spit crossing it. Unfortunately, Mary did not listen to her pleas and happily plunged her into her mouth.

But to her surprise, Becca was not immediately swallowed. Instead, while her head was plunged into the girls mouth, her feet still dangled out of her lips.

Mary puckered her lips and brought the bug towards them. In her experience, these bugs tasted pretty great. Plus it tickled when they went running around in her chubby belly. First the baby insticutally knew she had to get as much taste out as possible.

"Oh my god, she's using her as a pacifer" Simon commented from below.

He was right, Mary used her tongue to pin the girls head to the roof of her mouth and began to suck on her. The flavor was not bad and she continued to suck as she resumed playing with her toys.

For Becca, this was worse than before. She only had brief moments to breath as all of the blood ran to her head. With that breath she pleaded for it to stop, but to no luck. Mary's thick spit coated Becca, sticking up and down her body and entering her face and mouth as she gasped for breath. The blood all began to go to her head as the child relentlessly sucked and sucked. 

Mary started playing around, having some difficulty focusing on the bug in her mouth while also walking in the diaper. She was comforted by the rhythm of the bug. Every time she pushed her tounge to the top of her mouth harder she help the bug squirm more and she got more taste out of it. 

The group below continued to watch the situation awestruck. They saw their friends legs kicking violently between the baby's lips.

This went on for only a few minutes, but in that time Becca was almost killed, she was barely clinging to life when the little girl accidently allowed her to slide out from between her lips, where she landed with the puddle of drool that had amassed on her pink shirt. Becca coughed and coughed, to the groups relief. 

"She's alive!" James announced to the rest of the group.

"How do we get her?" Kelly questioned.

As the group began to discuss how to scale the baby when there was a rumbling. This wasn't the rumbling from Mary, she was standing still. James watched as a giant foot stepped into the room. His eyes followed it, up the leg, which lead past tights and a purple tank top, to an unwelcome sight: Marissa, his 7 year old sister. 

"Where did James go?" She asked Mary, not expecting a response from the baby. She walked over to her as the group looked up at her astonished. If Mary was a Giant, Marissa is a Titan, just her foot dwarfing the tiny group many times over. 

Becca was watching this all happen, the spit had dried and sealed her to the shirt. Weakened form her time as a pacifier, she was helpless to get out on her own. 

Marissa was bored. She was just texting her friends to see if anyone wanted to come over, but she had no luck. Most of her friends didn't have phones anyway. Instead, she just decided to mess around with Mary for a while. She approached the baby and noticed something on her shirt. 

"Oh?" Marissa squinted at the girl.

Becca was relieved. Finally, someone beyond a baby who had noticed her. She realized she was going to survive this ordeal. What a story to tell at parties. 

Marissa was confused as to what exactly she was looking at. It didn't quite look like food, and it was way too small to be a toy od any kind. She reached out and plucked the girl off of the shirt and held her up.

"A bug?" 

Becca started screaming again, this time trying to convince the 7 year old that she was not a common bug, but Marissa wasn't particularly listening. She was deciding how to deal with her newfound bug. Her mom had constantly reminded her that if she attracted bugs into the house she'd get in trouble, so she had to get rid of it quickly. Then she had an idea. 

Becca watched as she turned the baby around and pulled the elastic on her diaper back.

"Oh my god! STOP! I'M NO BUG!" Becca pleaded louder, but her destiny was in the diaper.

Marissa had never heard a bug make noise like this one, plus it squirmed a lot, especially when she teased dropping it in the diaper. She knew it was for good reason, she'd seen the aftermath in there and the thought of this annoying bug being obliterated gave her some joy. In the end, these annoying bugs deserve it, she thought. She grinned at her idea, she held the bug between her fingers, dangling Becca over her fate. With the slightest movement of her fingers she dropped her.

Becca quickly went from pleading to outright screaming as she fell into the soft padding of the one year old's diaper. The light instantly went away as Marissa let the diaper go and allowed it to once again seal to the baby's bottom, sealing everything inside as it was designed to. 

Becca once again had no room to move as she was continuously mashed into the baby's bottom with every toddle. She wasn't crushed thanks to the softness of the diaper and of the butt above her. 

On the outside Marissa had gone from confident to nervous. What if James came and checked her diaper? No doubt she'd be in trouble, Marissa thought. There was one sure way he would never find it. 

The group on the ground was watching this all unfold in horror. No one could believe what just happened. It could have been any of them. Trapped for certain death by two children. They watched as Marissa got on her knees and put her hand on Mary's belly.

Most of the group didn't understand what she was doing, but James did. 

"She's trying to make her use the diaper."

Marissa massaged the baby's gut, hoping that she could cause her to use the diaper and get rid of the bug. With a grumble the baby squatted and announced:

"Poopie!"

Becca couldn't hear what the baby had just announced. She suddenly had an abundance of room as the slid to the bottom of the dark valley in the diaper. She hoped that someone was removing the diaper to rescue her, but she was sorely mistaken. If she could see above her, she would know better. The baby's began grunting and in an instant the diaper began to flood with a swampy sludge and logs that dwarfed the shrunken cheerleader. Becca couldn't breathe as she fought the current and flow of poop that now surrounded her. As had become typical on this night, she screamed to no avail as she drowned in the intensely thick liquid.

The group watched in terror. The diaper sagged and the smell reached their noses instantly.

Marissa was thrilled. Problem solved. The baby girl finished and stood up, her diaper still sagging noticeably. 

"She's dead" a stunned James announced as Marissa hoisted her onto the changing table to rid of the bug once and for all. 

But he wasn't quite right. Inside the diaper, past the layers of past baby food, was Becca. Covered in poop and urine. Once again she was barely holding on as the poop solidified, sealing everything but her head in the substance. 

Marissa laid Mary out on the table and unhinged the diaper. It flopped open. 

"Gross" Marissa commented. 

This time Becca was not so naive. Salvation was not here. She was not saved. She was doomed and she knew it.

Marissa looked down and saw the bug, somehow still alive and trapped in the diaper. At first the little girl was annoyed, how could this little bug be so resilient? But then she realized she could make sure this bug was gone for good. 

Marissa happily picked up the diaper and with both hands slowly balled it up. She made sure that the bug was at a point where it would be packed in tightly, she used all of her strength to keep pressing and pressing the soggy walls together until her heard the lightest *POP* in the depths of the diaper and tossed it away. 

Becca screamed as the other wall of the diaper closed in on her with intense force. The entire space condensed and condensed as the cheerleader continued to scream. Eventually she was surrounded head-to-toe in poop that was still being compacted by the 7 year old. She tried to scream but it went down her throat. The crushing force pushed it into her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. It continued. She wanted it to be over. In half a second the once attractive cheerleader was condensed into a bloody pulp at the center of a pink dirty diaper in the garbage.

Marissa attached a new diaper and set Mary back down. "Done with that bug" she giggled again.



"What now?" Simon asked. 

The house was quiet, Mary was quietly playing in a fresh diaper. Marissa, having dealt with a minor bug problem, was relaxing on her phone at the kitchen table. Sara and her friends were upstairs getting ready for a night on the town. 

Meanwhile, huddled under the couch, Jimmy, Rob, Simon, and Kelly huddled in relative darkness, having just witnessed Becca squeezed, sucked on, spit out, and then crushed into nothing in a dirty diaper. The mood was somewhere between solemn and hysterical. 

Simon had become hopeless, absolutely assured that he would end up crushed under a shoe or like his cheerleader friend, a diaper. 
"What are we even doing? We have no chance. We don't even know how this happened." He argued. Kelly, on the other hand, was determined to avoid such a fate.

"Okay look we just need to find that metal thing"

"That metal thing?" Simon said skeptically "We don't even know where that is. It's probably up on the table or something. We're dead." 

"Hold on" James interjected, "We can just get Sara to get it"

"You mean your sister. Your giant sister. Who's basically a building to us? That sister?" Simon rebutted, clearly irritated. 

"Yeah" James responded, ignoring the sarcasm. He knew it was a stretch, Sara wasn't exactly fond of bugs either. But what other options were there? At least she probably won't torture them like Marissa would. Giving an entitled 7 year old that kind of power was a mistake. 

"So what's your plan, superman?" Kelly asked. 

"Well, okay, first we need to get somewhere where we can be seen once she comes downstairs, like the kitchen table." James outlined how they would do it "First we climb up the rut on one of the legs, then once we're on the table we hide out under the rim of some plates, and once she comes down we give it a shot. She can't miss us."

"You're assuming she doesn't take out a fly swatter and squish us." Rob added.

"Do you have a better idea? No? Great. Lets give this a shot." James began to lead them out from under the couch. The group was not quick to forget the giant baby in the room. She could catch up to them in seconds, so they hugged the rim of the wall, slowly making their way towards the tile of the kitchen. The process was incredibly slow, the carpet was dense and made for feet, not minuscule people. All the while there were distant sounds of laughing from upstairs, intimidating but at the same time the group took comfort in knowing that their might be a way out of this. 

After a while they arrived at the tile. Back in the kitchen with its distant light fixtures and tall wood furniture. The team saw that Marissa was now sitting on the counter playing on her phone, her legs dangling down before them. 

"As quiet as possible" James motioned the group move quietly under her feet, the entire time knowing if the little girl decided to jump down, they would be crushed instantly. The scent of her dirty feet drifted down upon them as they did their best to stay entirely quiet. To their surprise, they made it to the table. In theory, the climb seemed simple, but when faced with the reality of how high it went, James became more nervous. He didn't give it away though, the entire group needed confidence to get this to happen, especially him. 

He lead the way, using tiny breaks in the old wooden table legs to hoist himself up. One at a time they began to scale the table. Inch by inch they made their way up. Finally, after what felt like hours but must've been minutes, James reached the top and lifted himself over the edge. He got his first chance to look back down, below him Kelly was only a few feet down, while Rob was close behind her. But Simon, Simon was significantly farther down. As James lifted Kelly and then Rob over the edge, he heard Simon start yelling. 

"I'm not going to make it! I can't hold on!" He yelled as he lost his footing. As he hung by a single arm, he began to scream.

The other three sat at the top, looking down upon him. "Don't yell back" James advised "I don't want to get her atten--"
As he said that Marissa's head looked up from her phone, a small miracle considering her obsession with it. 


"Another one?"

Simon knew he was never the most physically fit, but he hadn't expected to lose his footing like that. It felt like forever as he fell through the air screaming. He had fully anticipated splattering into a million pieces upon hitting the hard wood flooring, but instead he belly flopped and slid a few inches. The pain coming from his chest indicated that he may have broken a few ribs. As he gasped for breath and managed to lift himself onto his hands and knees he felt the floor shift suddenly, knocking him back on his chest and setting off a new round of pain throughout him. 

Marissa, on the other hand, felt pretty good. She had just beat another level of a game on her phone when she heard a tiny high-pitched sound from across the kitchen. At first she was completely confused, was something broken? She considered going upstairs and getting Sara, but then she found the source, something had fallen off of the table and onto the floor. A bug. 

"Another one?" she questioned aloud, wondering why there were so many of them in the house today. She scooted off the counter, landing with a loud thud that rattled the pots and pans of the kitchen and stepped toward the tiny insect that had invaded her kitchen.

Simon had just barely made it to his hands and knees when a shroud of darkness enveloped him, he got goosebumps as he slowly liften his head to see the building-sized silouette of a second-grader staring down at him. His instinct was to run, but he could barely limp as the giant stared down at him.

Marissa watched as the bug moved slowly away from her, she smiled. This one's gonna be easy, she thought as she knelt down next to the tiny bug. She slowly curled her pointer-finger to meet with her thumb and shifted her hand down to be right next to the bug, then, she flicked. 

Simon was trying the best he could. He felt a rush of wind as the giants face suddenly loomed directly over him. All he could think about was Becca living her last moments in a diaper, he knew it was too late for him, but he kept limping anyway. At this moment, Simon made the mistake of glancing behind him, to his horror and confusion a giant fingernail was slowly being lowered toward him. As he realized what was happening, it shot at him, hitting him flat in the back and sending his tiny body clear across the room. Simon instictually screamed at the pain of feeling his back obliterated by the giant nail. He slammed into the stainless steel oven and fell for the second him onto his ribs, which by this point were effectively a liquid. He wanted to scream again, but he could not spare the breath as blood leaked from his chest and back. 

Marissa was throughly impressed with her work. The bug flew across the room instantly and landed flat on the floor after hitting the oven. There was a little red splotch on the oven, but her mom probably wouldn't notice anyway. Marissa approached the bug once again, and to her surpise it was still squirming in its own fluid. 

"How are you still alive?" she questioned aloud. Then she had an idea, opening the cabinet next to her, she dug through it until she found what she was looking for. Her mom had used this bottle to get rid of other bugs, so it could probably help her finally get rid of this bug. She aimed the bottle down at the buggy and sprayed.

Simon tried to move but the pain was too great. He could only motion his arms as he saw the giantess pull out a can of raid. He stared into the nozzle as she put it an inch away from him and pressed it down. Within an instant he was drowning in an olympic swimming pools worth of chemicals. In the first second, his only goal was to keep his head above the waterline, but then the burning took over. He inhaled the chemical and immediatly felt his internal organs liquify, bubbling and burning through him as if he was somehow drowning and on fire at the same time. Simon felt the most excrusitating pain as his muscles seized and his entire body begin to liquidy, all the while being completely consious of the process. As he took his final breaths, a giant finger decended from above and poked him, giving him one last short burst of pain before he disintegrated.

Marissa held down the top of the can for a long time, more than her mom did for sure. The buggy was now swimming in the water that came out of the can. Marissa smiled as the bug bubbled like soda, she heard all sorts of funny sounds as the water puddle turned a little red. Out of pure curiousity, she poked the bug with her finger and saw it fall into a bunch of little sizzling pieces. She smiled again at a job well done. She happily stood up and got a paper towel, which soaked up the water and left nothing behind. She took her phone back out and went back into the living room.

James, Kelly, and Rob sat in despair. Simon was gone, first flicked, then sprayed, then crushed by the giant 7 year old. They could only watch as she casually stood up, mischievous smile across her face, picked up a pear, and walked into the other room. 

"We're all going to die. That's it. We're screwed guys." Rob objected

James knew that he was more than likely correct. Two of their closest friends had been mercilessly murdered by a baby and a kid. His own siblings. But they had already made it that far..

"No. We need to find that steel...thing" but on the table where they sat just an hour before there was nothing. James used the leverage to peer around the room. Where was it? It had to be somewhere.  Did the baby take it? Marissa? 

"Maybe we just wait until they're all asleep" Kelly proposed, peering into the next room where Marissa toyed with the baby. 

James shot it down quickly, "I was the one who was supposed to put them to bed" he countered, "so if I don't then they're going to be up for a while"

"What about your sister?" Rob, coming back from his breakdown. 

James began to pace, "Did you see what she just did to Simon?" 

"No I mean the other one"

James perked up. Sara. He had forgotten about her, about to leave the house. "Maybe she coul-" with that the house began to rumble with a deep 

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

From down the dark hallway a loud voice reverberated "James I'm leaving in 15, why the hell are they still awake?".

"Speak of the devil, It's Sara." James ducked as she emerged from the darkness, a true giantess over them. If the baby was a hill and Marissa was mountain, Sara was a planet to them, twice the height of the table they stood on. Without hesitation she walked to the table just as Rob and Kelly ducked behind the potted plant James had taken residence in. 

Sara was a typical 18 year old, slightly short for her age but he was well endowed. She was very social and James had always seen her as defensive, as if she was always trying to hide her true motives. The group could help but marvel at the sheer size of the girl, her petite shoes themselves the size of a city block. Her towering legs lead up to a small skirt and dress. Clearly she was ready to go out. Her breasts casts shadows over them as they suspend somehow miraculously from thin spaghetti straps. Only now did James, Rob, and Kelly notice her face. She's furious. 

"What the HELL, he just leaves like this? Is he joking?" She rambles into the void, doing her best to cope with the fact that she is no longer going out. She pulls out of her phone and punches in a number.

"Yeah, no, no, he's gone. Yeah I have to put them to bed, I know, I'm gonna kill him." As she hangs up her eyes dart to the plant for a fraction of a second. But then her gaze returns.

"Shit shit shit" Rob returns to panicking. She bends over to investigate the plant while James and Kelly try to remain particularly still. The billboard of a face just inches from their tiny forms. Her warm breath drifts over them as she looks for what she thinks she saw. Rob can't help himself, he's lost it. He begins waving and yelling.

"Down here! Sara! Down here!" 

"Rob stop! Don't--" before James can stop him Sara quickly reaches over them and tips the plant. While the plant itself remains in place, a torrent of loose dirt joins them in free falling back to the surface of the table. The three sit motionless as the giant girl places her hand on its side and sweeps it towards them. Before any of them could stand the palm impacted them and dragged them across the table into her other hand, awaiting them off of the edge of the table. They landed on her giant hand, the ridges of her skin cushioning their fall. Without inspecting them she immediately begins walking, mumbling under her breath as she does.

"Damn bugs. He leaves AND tracks bugs into the house? Is he joking?" 

In her hand, the winds force James, Rob, and Kelly to hold on for dear life at the risk of falling to their certain death on the hardwood floor. Because of this life or death movement, none of them could see that she was walking to the bathroom. 

Without concern Sara dumped the bugs and dirt into the toilet. They crashed through the surface of the water, all three 'bugs' feeling extreme pain. To James it felt like landing on concrete, his entire body ached. Through the pain he saw his giant sister leaning over him, hand on the lever. The pain was too great to speak, so he silently prayed not to be flushed away in an instant to die in the flurry.

Sara hesitated, staring down at the moving creatures. She was ready to kill them in the toilet, but as she dominated the small bugs she felt something arise within her. A smile crept across her face, she had an idea.

For once today, some prayers were answered.

James, Rob, and Kelly struggled to stay above the water line as their entire bodies ached. Part of James just wanted the entire ordeal to stop and given all the pain, he didn't even mind dying as long as it was quick. He would not be so lucky. From above Sara's hand returned to scoop all three of them into the air, once again hoisitng them while cupped in her giant hand. Her digits curled, plunging the them into total darkness only able to feel a distant heartbeat. 

Sara felt unusual. She had a boyfriend, who satisfied her just fine, but there was some part of standing tall over these bugs that made her feel so turned on. She scooped up the bugs and cupped her hand around them to assure they didn't tumble onto the floor. She made her way up the stairs and into her room, shutting and locking the door. Sure, the kids should be put to bed, but that could wait. This felt too good. 

After bouncing around the hand, the three sore teenagers suddenly felt the soft skin beneath them fall away. In a bright flash they found themselves skydiving through the air, but instead of certain death, they found a soft, pink colored surface meet them. As James recovered himself and made an attempt to guage the situation, he realized exacly where he was.

"Guys this is Saras room!"

"what the HELL is she doing?" Rob barked back, barely able to stand.

The giant girl towered over them as she stood beside her bed, eclipsing the light and casting a long shadow over the group. James couldn't help but notice the unusual gaze she set upon them. Did she know it was them? Was she going to help?

Sara had no intention of helping. She wactched the bugs tumble out of her hand and squirm on the bed. In her day-to-day life she was always the smaller one, but now, standing over these pathetic bugs, she felt empowered. She could do anything to these little things, they were all hers. Just the thought of what she was about to do brought her hand under her skirt, lightly rubbing herself. She bit her lip and plopped herself on her bed, creating an indent that launched the bugs an inch in the air and caused them to tumble toward her. With her keen eye, she picked one to begin with.

James couldn't believe what he was seeing. His sister was getting off on this! She careened onto the bed launching him into the air and once again disorienting him as she contined to watch overhead. Her fingers then came swinging down from above, bringing the scent of her with them. Like a claw machine, they darted and snatched Rob from the bed, lifting him into the air without hesitation.

Rob was terrified. What the hell was she doing? Can't she see it was a person? He thought to himself as her fingers clamped down on him, squeezing him to the brink of breaking his ribs. He felt the world spin as he was brought to her. She set him down between her outstretched thighs. The walls on both sides of him lead to the small curtain that was her skirt. She eyed him directly, not looking away for a second as she reveled in the moment. 

James was still a few feet away, watching as his sister stared down at Rob. Then, without warning, she lifted her ass off the bed, creating a tunnel arched by her skirt. She snatched Rob again, this time tossing him directly under her. She dropped herself unto him, smashing him between her panties and the rough bed. James was stunned as she began to masturbate using his friend.

Sara was having a great time. She had no idea how good this could feel. The anticipation of it all, looking right down at this little bug that would be nothing in a couple minutes and then actually doing it. The bug mightve been small, but the waves of pleasure she felt as she ground her hips into the bed were immense. 

Rob was not having a great time. After the feeling of landing once again on Sara's comforter, he was without warning smashed into it, being ground against the giant girl and the rough fibers of the bed. The heat was unimaginable as her pussy reacted to the pure pleasure he was providing. The bed fibers were cutting deep into his skin, causing him to scream out in pain. His screams were to no avail as she continued, adding more and more weight as the rythmic feeling of him under her increased. At one point she stopped and lifted herself off of him, but only to stretch her panties to the side and continue, now allowing him to be smashed directly into her most senstitive area. He felt every bone slowly smashed to bits as he bled out beneath her. His screams entirely overshadowed by her moans, his last moments were a mix of feeling the pain of being ground into the fibers and feeling his exposed organs burned by her juices. Even after he was gone, she continued for a few more minutes, gaining the most pleasure possible from his demise. 

When is was all over Sara took a deep breath, her face blushed from the experience and her heart racing. She stood up from her bed and saw the stain. Deep read streaks all over the bed and herself. Shit, she thought, I'll clean it later. The kids needed her right now. Before she left, though, she scooped up the other bugs. "I can't forget about you two, now can I?" she said with a giggle, "Don't worry I'll save you for when Kyle gets here." She dumped James and Kelly into a large class jar on her desk and left the room.

James and Kelly tumbled awkwardly into the glass jar, landing with a thud on the cold glass that rimmed the bottom of the small container. James lay motionless in bruised pain as through a mental fog he saw his sisters distored form leave the room, presumably to put his other siblings to bed. Her departing words continued to echo in his head even after she left the room. 

"Who is Kyle?" Kelly asked, almost reading his mind. She was already on her feet, standing over him.

"Her boyfriend. Kyle is her boyfriend." James said with dismay. If they had just shrunk he would be hopeful that Kyle could somehow see them and save them, but given what just happened to Rob, James knew his arrival would mean bad things for the both of them. 

Kelly was visibly dismayed, she didn't want to turn into some toy for the giant couple the way Rob was simply a toy for Sara. 

"We have to get out of here" She suggested as she helped James to his feet. The two looked around for any method of escape, but the empty glass jar was massively tall for the two trapped within it. After pacing for a moment, James announced what they already knew. 

"There's no way out Kelly"

He sat on one side of the perfect circle of rimmed glass than lined the jar, while Kelly sat directly across from him, both staring into clear oblivion. James didn't even know Kelly that well. She was so damn quiet, he thought, plus she mainly knew Ron. It didn't help their relationship that Ron was now evenly divided between Sara's bedsheets and panties. 

"How you feeling?" James opened. Making eye contact with Kelly from across the empty space.

"How am I feeling? How do you think?" Kelly replied, glaring at him.

"You know this isn't my fault, right?" James couldn't believe it. How was he the bad guy here? He'd been trying to save everyones lives.

"I know" Kelly mumbled, hugging her knees, almost in tears at their current prospects.

"Look" James said as he finally stood up "this is not the end of us, we're still people, she could still see us." He wasn't natually gifted at being comforting, but as he sat down next to her, he did his best. And over time they sat in silence, hearing the distant crying of Mary as she is put to bed. After the prolonged silence, James finally spoke:

"How did you meet Rob?" He inquired. Launching her into a long story, then quickly developed into conversation betwen the two. For a few bug-sized people in a giant jar, James couldn't help but think that the conversation was good. For a few minutes their minds were completely absent from their situation and their future. But the future very quickly came to them.

They heard the sound of a door opening and a male voice "Sara?" it asked aloud. James recognized it, it was Kyle. He and Kelly overheard them begin to speak, the voices becoming louder, and louder, until they were only on the other side of her door. 

"Guess what I found" Sara announces as she creaked her door open and let Kyle in. Even distorted through the Jar, he was physically the Yin to Saras Yang. Even taller than either of them could believe. He bent over, peering unto them from above. 

"You want to use them now?" He asked, his warm breath decending into the jar, making both James and Kelly gag. 

"I don't see why not" She said as she smirked and brought Kyle in for a long kiss. As they made out, her hand decended to his pants, eyeing him seductively. Without hesitation, she used her other hand to pick up the jar. James and Kelly held onto one another for dear life. When Sara noticed that the bugs were together, she laughed.

"Aww check them out sweetie! Just like us!" She said as she rattled the jar around. James and Kelly, already beated and brused numorous times before, could not hold on as their bodies hit the hard class of the jar again, and again. Once it all settled down, the two lay at the bottom of the jar. Barely able to crane his head up, James watched helplessly as a massive hand reached in, and violently grabbed Kelly. She screamed, partially in pain from having her ribcage all but collapsed, and partly because she knew what happens next.

Kelly was lifted slowly from the jar, her screams echoing through the small space. Her ribs were nearly shattered as the giant finger pads surrounded her form, the sharp nails nearly cutting her. The hand lifted her from the distored world of the glass jar and into a new view.

Sara looked at her with an excited smile, like a kid at a candy store. Kelly could see that Sara's hand had already decended into Kyles pants while the other hand slowly craned the Kelly towards them. It slowly rotated as Sara brought Kelly between the lovers. Kelly found herself lying in an outstretched palm, looking up at two giant faces. Retreving her other hand from his pants, Sara pushed Kyle onto the awaiting bed, still stained from Saras recent session only an hour before. 

"I have an idea" Sara announced as she slowly pulled down Kyles pants. "Hold the bug for a second" Sara laughed as she deposited Kelly onto the top of Kyles member. 

Kelly rolled onto it, barly able to prevent herself from falling onto the bed. The view was unbelievale, Kyle eyed her excitedly. She waved for his attention, but it was to no avail. He only saw her as a bug. Sara returned quickly, unwrapping something indistinguishable and tossing the shiny wrapper on the floor. It was a condom. 

Kelly once again screamed for her life as Sara carfully placed the condom around her and slid it onto Kyle. The speed at which this happened lead Kelly to be awkwardly pinned to the side of Kyles head, only her face staying in the air-filled top of the condom. The heat was brutal, Kelly was already sweating as the smell of Kyle permiated the space with anticipation. Though the thick rubber, Kelly watched as Sara sat on Kyles legs and began making out with him aggressively. His member was comforably between her legs as she lightly humped it.

For Kelly, this was an agonizing process. Sara's jeans caught the condom and violently knocked and rotated it around. The smell of Kyle continued to emit as a small amount of precum filled the top of the condom. After a few moments, Sara finally got off, but only to remove her pants and underwear, leaving her naked in front of her boyfriend. Sara loved to taunt the bugs, she always felt a real sexual kick out of it. She teased Kyle as she got in position above him and spread her legs. 

Kelly continued to scream, much to Kyles please as he felt the bug squirming against him. Sara slowly decended, wagging her hips from side to side as she prepared to accept him. Finally, she reached him, slowly feeling his head enter her. Kelly immediatly felt the pressure, it slowly broke her and compacted her into a near liquid. She managed to stay alive, coughing up blood as her world entered darkness. Sara finally finished decending, she could feel the little squirms and she could not be more pleasured with the feeling. Like she had done before, she wagged her hips on Kyle, putting more pressure on the bug and eliciting more movement for her own pleasure. 

Then the act began. Sara slowly lifted herself and decended, then again, then quicker, and quicker. Kelly was in a living hell, the pressure made her ears pop as she tried to move and escape. She chocked on the thick layer of precum that threatened to drown her. It felt like eternity was passing and that it would never stop.

For many minutes on end they went at it. Making out, feeling one another up, and especially for Sara, feeling the pleasure of destorying a living thing inside of her. Little did she know that it was actually another person. As Sara and Kyle began to reach climax, their sweat covered bodies sped up. Sara let out a moan and shook as she felt herself cum. Meanwhile Kyle was also about to cum, and on end of his member, the barely-alive Kelly could tell. She felt Sara tighten up and knew what was going to happen. In an instant the space around her head filled with thick cum and the pressure reached its peak, obliterating Kelly into pieces as she chocked on his cum. 

Sara and Kyle smiled as they breathed heavily. "That was great." Sara declared. She lifted herself off of him and began to get dressed. 

"What do I do with this?" Kyle asked her as he peeled the loaded condom off of himself. 

"Throw it out." She ordered. He dangled it over the trash can and watched as the semen covered bug bits collected on the end. He dropped it in. 

Kyle left soon after, with Sara passing out in her bed. This left James sitting in the jar, completely apathetic to the world around him. Kelly - the girl he had just befriended and actually learned to like - was now nothing but small pieces mixed with cum in a used condom, and of course parts of her were within Sara. She was still sleeping happily on her bed, completely satisfied with the life she just destroyed. 

James drifted out of sanity and consiousness all night. The constant reminder that every single one of his friends was gone persisted in his mind, including the despair of knowing he had no way out. He's pictured the whole group of them sitting around that weird metal thing that they'd found - what was that thing? Where did it go? None of that really mattered to James in this moment. Between falling in and out of sleep, he debated just smashing his head into the glass wall of the jar to end it now, rather than dying inside of his sister when she woke up and felt horny. Eventually, he passed out for most of the night, ready for what awaited him. 

He awoke to a room now filled with outside light. Within a few seconds he remembered everything that had happened and fell back into despair. Through the distorting glass of the jar he saw that Sara was gone - probably setting up breakfast for the others. It was only a matter of time until she returned. 

James was ready for death when the door creaked open, but instead of seeing his sister ready to abuse him he saw something entirely different. It was Mary. The giant baby toddled into Saras room. Even from above eye level, his giant baby sister still remained as intimidating as the night before. James remembered what she did with Becca. She looked around the room curiously, trying to find something to play with. And after just a moment, she eyed the jar.

Great, he thought, I guess I'll die in a diaper.

She hobbled over to the jar, James was afraid, but completely helpless as his sister reached up and grasped the top of the glass prison. But the baby was not coordinated, and she was only able to knock the jar off the table. James felt the world begin spinning as he felt his body smashed again and again against the tumbling glass walls. Then there was an enormous smash as the glass completely shattered. Giant shards of it tore through the air, but somehow James was not sliced by them. Instead, smalled flecks of glass gave him cuts on his arms, legs, and back. These caused him enourmous pain, but weren't fatal. 

He laid on the hard floor, barely able to get composed looking up at his sister. She was startled by the sound, as was Sara in the next room, who he heard yelling "what was that??"

He started running for the door as the ground rumbled. 

James felt the pain in his back and arms flare as he slid under the giant door, slightly ajar from Mary toddling through it moments before. As he got back on his feet, he could hear her crying behind him. She was probably startled. Least she's not covered in glass cuts, James thought to himself as he continually winced in pain.

As he began to make his way down the massive corridor he saw Sara round the corner ahead, as he traced in eyes up her massive figure clad in only pajama shorts and a bra, he saw her face splashed with concern. She made several strides as she passed overhead. James dodged her foot as it smashed down onto the wood floor beside him. He kept running, this was after all a chance to get away from his deadly sisters. Behind him he heard Sara exclaim:

"Oh my god what happened?"

James recognized it would only be minutes until Mary calmed down and Sara would realize she was missing a bug. He rounded the corner and faced a new dilemma: The Stairs. James knew there was no other way, so he made the first of many leaps from the top onto the first stair, crashing and rolling in pain. He continued this over several minutes until he began to reach the bottom. Once again the ground began to rumble, this time Marissa was the obstacle. Her sock clad foot crashed down next to James on the stairs, knocking him off the side and subjecting him to a 10 story fall onto the hard tile below. He was momentarily knocked out.

James awoke to distant female voices arguing. The pain was blistering and everywhere. Every cut on his body and every bone he'd broken in his most recent fall. As his vision began to transition from blurry to more or less clear, he saw a distant sparkle emerging from the kitchen. In an instant he realized what it was:The Metal Piece that started all of this.

With full-body pain, he dragged himself toward it, actually making some progress as he crawled over the divide between the hallway and the kitchen. As if on queue, the rumbling returned. Only this time it wasn't one set of rumbling, it was two. James picked up his pace, half crawling half sliding toward the object, only a few human feet away now. It was sitting on the floor right in front of him. 

In this moment, dark shadow cast over James. Before he could react, a massive weight obliterated his legs, crunching them into a red paste. Thick, purple, rope like threads gripped the crushed remains and dragged them across the white tile, turning it a deep red. James screamed out in pain and rolled over. The object had been his 7 year old sisters foot, usually small but now giant and shielded by a sock stained with his blood. He looked up at the distant ceiling light beaming down unto him. 

Closer to him, three faces looked down. His three sisters. Sara held Mary in her arms while Marissa retracted her foot away.

"Aww, I missed it." She announced as he bent over to get a better view of the bug. She grimaced. "It's really big and gross"

Mary giggled aloud at the sight. Kicking her legs as if she wanted to finish the bug off. 

Sara would never admit it but she was loving this. She instictually felt one of her hands drift down between her legs, slightly massaging her pajama bottoms. "Hey Marissa, Finish it off, but slowly"

Marrissa lifted her foot, happy to oblige.

Below, James had rolled back over, well aware of his fate. He couldn't help but look at the object right in front of him. He painfully dragged himself toward it, blood spilling from him as he writhed in pain. He felt the familiar shadow again overtake him as he readied himself to be finished off. Instead the foot stopped decending right above him, the smell wafting down and paralyzing James. The bitter salt entered his mouth and eyes, burning them as he began to scream to no avail. Then Marissa began to lower her foot.

The wall of dirty thread decended, pinning James under it and slowly grinding him into the tile. He screamed with all he had, knowing there was no escape as he felt his bones shatter and compact under it. The pressure was unbearable as he felt himself liquify and be absorbed into the socked foot. The pain unlike anything he had felt before, and then: Nothing.

Marrissa removed he foot, satisfied. "Got it" and went to get a paper towel. 

Sara smiled and blushed, "yes you did."