“G-goddess Rosie?” Ken questioned as his younger sister gave the name of the game.
“Yeah!” Rosie responded excitedly, “We just started learning about Ancient Greece in school, I got the idea from goddesses like Athena and Aphrodite. I figure since you’re an inch tall, I must be like one of them to you,” Rosie explained with a smile.
“W-what do I even do?” Ken asked, unsure of where this game was headed, but too afraid to try talking Rosie out of it, maybe it wouldn’t actually be so bad.
“It’s not that hard, you just worship me, or more specifically my body. I expect you to pay extra attention to my feet, my boobs, and my butt, little slave,” Rosie said, apparently already starting the game.
“Rosie, how or why do you want me to worship you?” Ken asked, slowly feeling more and more awkward about the situation unfolding.
“That’s Goddess Rosie,” The preteen replied, a bit of anger in her voice, “And I don’t expect much, bowing before them, paying your respects, rubbing them a bit…….maybe even a kiss or two,” She punctuated the last suggestion with a wink.
Ken almost gagged when Rosie mentioned the last part. Nothing in this world was going to convince him to plant his lips on his little sister’s foot, much less her developing breasts or posterior. Still, other than that thought, this game didn’t seem too bad. Sure it was demeaning to have to refer to his twelve year old sister as “Goddess,” but she wasn’t making him do anything to terrible. If he could keep her happy with this game, maybe she would let him return to normal size or at the very least do a few of the required tests. Reluctantly, Ken got down on his knees as he stood atop his preteen sister’s developing breasts. He bowed several times, keeping his eyes closed as he tried not to think about what he was doing. With each bow, he lowered his face as close to Rosie’s chest as he could bear, stopping as soon as he felt the awkward heat radiating through her thin shirt.
After about a minute or so of just bowing down, trying to appease his giant sister, Rosie had apparently become bored. Her index finger and thumb clamped down on him like a stuffed animal in the claw game, though with far better grip, and lowered him down so that he sat at her socked feet. Ken got on his knees once again, grumbling and cursing about how demeaning this was. He was stopped by Rosie’s voice though.
“Come on, don’t just bow, I told you to rub too. Get your hands dirty, slave!” Rosie said, taking a surprisingly authoritative tone for her age.
“Yes, Goddess Rosie,” Ken replied, making sure his voice seeped with sarcasm.
Relectantly, Ken moved within arm’s length of his preteen sister’s massive feet. Each one clad in a white ankle sock. A slight odor hung in the air around the cotton, though it was unpleasant, it was thankfully not intense. It was just enough to get Ken to wrinkle his nose a bit. Rosie, compared to Kelly, was a more indoor oriented person and spent more time on her cellphone than playing outside. For once Ken, was glad she never left the house as he reached out and tentatively touched the fabric. Rosie’s opposite foot tapped impatiently, sending out a small-scale earthquake each time it connect with the ground. The ground shaking below his feet, motivated Ken to get the lead out and begin actually massaging the giant cotton-encased toes before him. He wasted no time, rubbing his hands across his younger sister’s foot, doing his best to massage it even at his small size. He had never rubbed anyone’s feet at normal size, much less at an inch tall. It was a new experience and one that he didn’t want to ever repeat. As Ken gradually moved his way across the foot, Rosie once again grew impatient and Ken soon felt the familiar, though no less uncomfortable pinch of her fingers pressing against his side as he was lifted up to face his sister’s eyes, each moon-like sphere holding a look of bemused disappointment.
“Well Kenny, I didn’t feel you giving my feet and boobs any kisses like I suggested,” Rosie said in the tone of voice one might take with a misbehaving pet, “But I suppose you can always redeem yourself.”
Ken didn’t like the tone her voice took as her gigantic hand ferried him towards his next destination. A split second later, Ken found himself hanging in the air behind Rosie’s jean-clad ass. He heard the sound of a zipper and then was forced to watch as his sister worked her shorts down her legs, leaving his butt covered in a simple pair of white panties. Using one finger, Rosie pulled aside her panties like a movie theater curtain, revealing her pale while butt check.
“Kiss it,” Rosie said in a commanding voice as she moved Ken uncomfortably close to her butt.
Ken turned his head to the side just in time to avoid getting a face full of flesh. Rosie’s fingers held him firm as they pushed him against her left check. Ken tried his best to push back, but Rosie’s grip was too strong. Even if he couldn’t fight here though, there was no way he was going to kiss his little sister’s butt, even if she was on par in size with the self-given title of goddess.
“Come on, I expect to feel lots of kisses to make up for how rude you were to my feet and chest,” Rosie commanded yet again, impatience becoming apparent in her voice.
“No way!” Ken yelled defiantly, managing to at least hold back from cursing incoherently at a twelve-year old.
“W-what!?” Rosie asked angrily as she brought Ken around to her face so fast that the tiny boy swore he had gotten whiplash.
“I’m not kissing your ass, Rosie,” Ken replied, his own anger becoming apparently as he pronounced his sister’s name slowly and deliberately, drawing attention to the absence of her new favorite title.
Rosie seethed with anger for a moment, before she managed to put on a smile that still burned with frustration, “Fine then. Since you’ve been so bad your goddess, I’ll ____________.”
1.“Make you a sacrifice for my perfect butt.” (Rosie ties Ken down to the chair and proceeds to brutally flatten him under her ass.)
2.“Force you to worship Kathy.” (Rosie brings Ken to Kathleen’s private bathroom where she sticks him to a bar of soap for her older, hungover sister to wash up with)
3."Let Kelly punish you." (Rosie tapes Ken inside of Kelly's sneaker before he goes out to play)
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