Dan sat up and plucked you from his nose and set you in a dixie cup. He wiped himself off and got a devious idea. He flicked the cup with his finger, sending you crashing around the bottom. "Stay put, runt...." he said as he left his room. You stand, shaken from his treatment, covered in your little...make that younger brother's cum. There was no way you could climb out of the cup so you sat whimpering pathetically to yourself. Visions of Dan's huge penis kept creeping back into your mind, making you more miserable. 'How could he do that to me? I'm his brother...' you thought. Unless you could get the attention of someone else, there's no telling what Dan would do to you next. Not after how he just treated you. You sat...awaiting your fate.
Soon you hear the door open and footsteps. You can't see anything from inside the little cup, but soon a face looms over your prison. It was your kid sister Sara staring down at you smiling. "He still in there?", you hear Dan ask. "Yeah...you sure made him small.", Sara replied. The young giantess lifts the cup and you lose your balance as your prison rises high in the air. The cup then tilted and you tumbled out onto the open palm of your 10 year old sister. Sara puts the cup down and nudges you with her finger. "Hey little brother." she giggled. She withdrew her finger and noticed something on you and her fingertip. "What is this?" she asked. She sniffed it working it around on her finger. Dan, smirking, said "I...dropped him in some pudding. Vanilla." Dan was all but laughing by now. Sara, hearing it was pudding, stuck her finger in her mouth and licked it off. She then dragged her fingertip down you and got more to taste.
"Sara, please...let me go back to normal.", you pleaded. Sara just ignored you, like she always did when she was harassing you. The giantess turned back to Dan, "So what did you want to show me?". Dan reached over and plucked you from her hand and set you on the desk. He concentrated and you sprung up to 12". The sudden growth spurt made you disoriented and you fell backwards on your rear, making Sara laugh. Dan looked at his sister, "Pin him down." he told her. Sara's hand wrapped around you and forced you to the desk. You fought her and it just made her giggle at your pathetic attempt. Dan got out his tape dispenser and and quickly restrained your arms and legs to the desk. Sara lifted her hand and they both watched you try and free yourself. The two giant siblings admired their pet.
Dan reached into his desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. Sara saw this and her smile faded. "What are you gonna do, Dan?" she asked nervously. "Just watch, kiddo...." he answered, smiling wickedly. Sara suddenly regretted her involvement and tried grabbing the scissors. "Dan, don't hurt him! Please!" Hearing your little sister defend you made you want to hug her. Atleast she was still carinf for you. Dan shoved her back, "I'm just going to take off his boxers, stupid." Sara was still nervous and feebly trying to stop him, as Dan inched the scissors toward your groin. Needless to say you were screaming and again no one was paying attention. You felt the end of the shears slide into your leg hole and up your inner thigh. It soon poked out your waist band and then 'snip' it cut the boxers. As you felt the material fall off you and cool air on your crotch you protested further.
Dan reached down and plucked the corner of the flap and slowly pulled it down revealing your privates. Sara looked away, "Dan this isn't right. He's our brother...". Amid your fear and embarrassment, you were so happy to hear her say that. Dan was not going to be denied his fun, and turned to Sara. "Sara, he's not our brother anymore. He's just a toy. Why else would we be able to shrink him whenever we want?" he tried convincing her. "Besides, remember when you had your friends over that time, before we knew we could do this? He made fun of you for trying to act big in front of your friends." You remembered that night. She was crying and you were punished by your mom. She hated you for ruining her party. This wouldn't be good if she still had resentment. Dan slowly turned her toward you and she looked at your struggling little doll-like body on the desk. "Well....he does look like a Ken doll...and he did make me mad. Always picking on me..."
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