"Big brother!'
To any other person the sound of Dylan's 6 year old sister, Fleur, calling out to him wouldn't have seemed too different, but at the size he was now it echoed like thunder. He was sure he had heard a faint echo, but brushed it off as a trick of his size. It wasn't until her shadow covered him that he realized just how small he really was. Comparing himself to the grass had felt like guesswork for the most part, but as he turned to face the massive form of his previously little sister he finally saw just how minuscule he really was.
When he had been normal size, Fleur had barely reached Dylan's shoulder, but now that he had been shrunken, when her foot crashed down next to him, he saw that his "little" sister's big toe was the same size as he was. The next thing he knew, his ears were ringing and his throat was scratchy. Dylan stumbled back, leaning against the blade of grass from before as he closed his mouth and tried to calm his pounding heart.
After a few seconds, Dylan looked up towards his sister and realized that she had been looking directly at him.
"What's that?"
Her hands reached forward, seeming to Dylan as though a car had been moving across the sky before it reached past him and Dylan turned to follow it, looking in shock at the shrink ray that had been completely forgotten amidst the chaos. Fleur's fingers wrapped around it as she picked it up and looked it over.
"Is this one of his toys?"
Dylan swallowed at the thought of his younger sister breaking the only thing that could possibly get him back to normal at this point in time.
His relationship with his younger sister was what you would expect with siblings, they got along fine on occasion but with Dylan being older. there were some things he didn't want Fleur to be around. Namely, his toys. So, whenever he would find her in his room he would tell her to leave. Sometimes forcefully. Sometimes not. So the idea that she was the person who could either be a great help or an even greater harm made Dylan shiver.
He looked up, snapping out of his thoughts as Fleur turned to face his directions. The thought of her seeing him made Dylan both excited and nervous. On the one hand, it would be less dangerous if there sas someone he could be with to keep him safe. But, on the other hand, if that person was Fleur it could be more dangerous than being alone.
"What's that?"
Her hand filled his vision as she grabbed his briefs, and him along with it and began lifting it into the air.
"Ew, it's his underwear."
Dylan was jostled around as his sister carried the underwear towards the house before he felt everything stop and saw his sister's eyes trying to get a better look at him.
"Mommy wouldn't want me bringing a bug into the house," Fleur said, setting the underwear on the ground again. "Maybe I'll rinse them off with the water gun."
Dylan looked upwards to see the barrel of the size gun aimed directly at him before once again feeling the same now familiar feeling surround his body as the cotton around him started closing in on him.
Wait, Dylan thought to himself. Is my underwear getting smaller?
He opened his eyes to see that it was really getting smaller around him.
"She must have had it switched to grow." Dylan said, too surprised to feel scared by the experience until the feeling suddenly stopped and he found himself pretty close to doll size.
"Huh?" Fleur's voice rang out. It wasn't as bad as before, but the feeling of her fingers wrapping around Dylan's waist made him remember just the situation he was still in. "Big brother? Is that you?"
Dylan nodded, feeling himself become weightless as his sister lifted him upwards.
"How did you go from being my big brother to my little brother?" Fleur asked.
Dylan blushed at the statement, before speaking aloud and hoping she could hear him.
"I'm smaller than you, Fleur, but I'm still the big brother and you have to do what I say. Now turn me back to normal."
A small, mischievous smile crept over Fleur's face as she looked down at the ray gun she thought had been a water pistol.
"You're smaller than me, little brother, that means you have to do what I say. If you're good, I'll help you, but since you still want to act like a butt then maybe I'll keep you where butts belong.
Dylan's world shook and he watched as Fleur set the ray gun on the ground and moved him towards the back of her pants then, using the free hand, she pulled back her waistband and Dylan had no time to react before he had been dropped into the back of his littlle sister's panties. he bumped against the large mounds of flesh as she knelt down and picked up the ray gun, before thinking about what to do next.
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