You couldn't hear Erin's puny screams, but you could see her insignificant body jumping and pacing around in her spot on her sister's hand. She was throwing a miniature temper tantrum that only she and the other bugs her size would be able to hear. This amused her sister who just brought her palm level with her eyes and said "You can scream and cuss all you want, LIL' sister... I'm in charge of you now and I say that you're my new pet. I'll feed you and take care of you for the rest of your life, just as long as you occasionally do something for me in return. I'll think of some chores for you to do for me later, but right now i want to make sure that you're safe while I play some more with this gun." Liz walks over to her sister's closet and rummages through it for a second with her open hand before a slight giggle escapes her lips "Hehehe... This shoud do nicely." She spins around and you see her hold her palm over the item she's gotten from the closet: A small, glass fishbowl. It must have been left over from when Erin was a kid and had a pet goldfish or something, since it was all dusty and obviously hadn't been cleaned in years. Liz just smirked as she tilted her hand slightly, forcing her miniscule sister to slide off the relative safety of her sister's giant body and into the giant glass dome. She lands with a small thud on the bottom, but you can see her immediately start moving around, so she probably wasn't hurt too badly from the fall. Either that or it's just adrenaline forcing her to keep looking for a way out of the colliseum sized fishbowl she finds herself in, with her goddess of a sister staring down at her grinning from ear to ear. Liz puts both hands on the sides of the fishbowl and stares into it, proud of the fact that she's just turned her sister into a worthless little ant. "She looks so helpless in there, trapped like a little bug." She brings the glass up to her face and plants a long, soft kiss on it, no doubt frighening the tiny prisoner inside. When she seperated from the glass, the look she glared into the container was no doubt even more chilling as she whispered "My own.... personal... pet bug." She dropped the fishbowl down onto the table and starts to breath kind of heavily, closing her eyes. You walk over to her and say "Liz, are you okay?" But to your shock she immediately spins around and grabs the back of your head, shoving her tongue down your throat. When you get over the startled feeling, you shrug your shoulders and kiss her back. After a few seconds she lets go and says "I've... I've never felt this powerful... This alive." She looks you right in the eyes and says "I want to do it again. Shrink another person. It's so fucking hot feeling someone else's life squirm between my fingers." She grabs the gun and licks her lips as she slowly traces the barrel of the gun up the side of her leg, almost rubbing it right up against her pussy. She's actually starting to scare you as she continues to say "Squirming... tiny... people..." You back away from her a bit and say "Okay, uh... we can do that. You have to just promise not to hurt anyone when they're small." She lets out a loud hearty laugh and sighs saying "Aww, you're afraid I'll be rough with my toys? Don't worry. I'll do my best not to make too much of a mess." You're still not reassured by her words but figure there's nothing you can do to stop her, so you just say "Alright, we'll shrink someone else down for you. Who did you have in mind?" You were almost afraid to ask her, but a little part of you was really turned on by how dominant and sexy she was being while in control of the situation. She raised a finger to her chin and said "Hmmm. Good question. Who besides my sister would I love to see crawling in the palm of my hand like a flea..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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