As Kyle continued to push you into his massive body, he seemingly grew bored with only playing with you, his new toy, in your room. He began to take his very long strides out of your room and into the hallway, down the stairs towards the living room. You noticed as Kyle walked it was such a normal motion, as if you were offering no resistance to his walking even though you were literally attached to his body via his arms. He ended up dropping you to the living room floor as he walked over to the sofa and laid down, his massive legs extending far beyond the edge of the sofa.
"Hey Brandon, since you can't force me to do anything, I guess that means I can make you do things for me. How about you rub my feet for a bit, they're so sore from all this growing they've been through," Kyle said, a grin forming on his face, barely able to keep his giggles in.
You were absolutely not just going to step down and let your little brother force you to do things. Sure he was currently bigger than you, but you were much older and would be the bigger one if not for outside sources. And no way were you going to massage your brother's smelly feet voluntarily.
"I may not be able to do things to you Kyle, but I do not have to listen to anything you say. I'm still the one in charge here, I'm older. Don't pretend like you have authority over me," you said, confident in yourself.
"Oh really," Kyle said, rising to his feet, his voice growing louder with impatience, "I think you're nothing more than a servant for me now," Kyle continued, taking one long step to plant his massive body directly in front of you.
You looked up at your brother with a bit of fear. You had no clue how far he was willing to go to make you do something. After all, you had constantly bullied him and now here he is, with the perfect circumstance to absolutely annihilate you if he wanted to. Kyle slowly took his right hand and placed it on your chest. You couldn't believe how massive it was compared to your body, you swore you've never seen a hand so big. Then, he pushed, sending you straight to the floor. One of his massive feet came down on your chest, trapping you to the ground as the young boy was way too big to move.
"This is pathetic Brandon, you couldn't even move me with two hands pushing earlier, and now I just flung you to the ground without using any effort! And I have you trapped with just one foot on you!" Kyle exclaimed, amused by the entire situation.
As you lay trapped to your living room floor, you could not believe the amount of pain you were feeling from your brother standing on you with just one foot. You knew he was not applying any extreme force, yet you were having a hard time breathing and getting through the pain. Knowing it could only get worse from here, you swallowed your pride and agreed to rub Kyle's feet. He immediately went over and picked up the recliner, putting it at the end of the couch so you could sit and rub his feet. Kyle laid back down as you sat down, his feet ending up right in your lap, and you began to massage them as best you could. As you rubbed them you could not believe just how massive they were. Your hands looked so pathetic rubbing them, and they belonged to your 9 year old brother, of which they were small and childish compared to your feet not even an hour ago. You could hear the moans and groans of your brother as he felt your tiny hands relieve his massive feet of any soreness they had. You happened to look into the kitchen behind your giant brother as you massaged his feet, and caught the clock on the oven. 11:36. Not even noon on the first day alone with your giant of a brother. You nearly felt sick just wondering how you would get through to Sunday night with someone so big and dominant.
Unfortunately for you, time was the least of your concerns. Kyle seemed happy with his massage, but that meant it was on to the next game. He reached over and grabbed you off of the recliner, lifting you towards him by your shirt collar, only requiring one hand to lift you up. He placed you between his legs and then crossed them over you, trapping you between them.
"Hehe, try to get out of this one little bro, I bet you'll be stuck here until I let you leave," Kyle said, obviously thrilled with the things he could do to you.
You tried and tried, but your 8 foot tall brother was just way too powerful to even budge against. Not only was your body trapped, but your arms were down by your sides, meaning you were fully trapped, not able to move anything but your head. As you were stuck you began to think about everything that has happened. First of all, just looking at your brother's legs you could not believe how thick and solid they were. Not even muscular, but they were so incredibly huge and long, the shorts he had on struggling to maintain. Then you started to think about the future. You desperately hoped this cancelled any sort of growth spurts your brother could have, if not he could easily become over 10 feet tall. You also hoped he didn't start to actually work out. If he was already a handful now, what would he be like if he gained even a slight bit of muscle? But, you mentally slapped yourself as you realized you didn't have to think like that. You needed to think about getting everything back to normal, you could still shrink him back to his normal height. All you needed was for Kyle to forget about the device that did this to him so you could shrink him back when he's not expecting anything, such as at night. However, if Kyle remembered the device, there was no way you would be able to stop him from taking it from you, he was just way too big.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your brother had some comments on the current "game" you guys were playing.
"Well Brandon, this isn't too fun of a game when you're not trying to escape the impossible," Kyle said, disappointed you were no longer wiggling in the grasp of his legs.
"Yeah, this game isn't too much fun for me," you said in response, hoping he would free you and you could move on to something else.
"Hehe, I have a great idea to make this game more fun," Kyle said, plotting in his mind.
It didn't take long for you to realize what would be more fun. Kyle tensed his legs up, causing even more force on you, basically crushing you between his legs. You cried out at the pain you felt.
"Awwww, is the baby brother already getting hurt?" Kyle asked mockingly, "What a shame, I haven't even been able to show all of my force yet."
"Please---- stop---- Kyle---- you're hurt---- ow--- ing me..... Please," you pleaded, the pain causing you to have to catch your breath after every word.
"Oh yeah, this game is a lot more fun now! Let's make it even more fun!" Kyle exclaimed, his voice so loud objects were shaking in the house.
Kyle continued to increase the force applied to you. You screamed in pain numerous times, pleading your giant brother to let you go, but soon, you weren't able to even get words out. You were in so much pain you just made sounds of pain, desperately hoping this nightmare of a "game" would end soon. But, Kyle continued to push tighter and tighter, the pain becoming unbearable for you, the joy so exceptional for him. As the grip his legs had on you got tighter and tighter, you began to black out. The pain was too much to handle. The last thing you remember was seeing the face of your younger brother, laughing at your suffering, listening to his giggles as you screamed in pain. You finally went out. But, you ended up awaking just a little bit later.....
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