As the sunlight streamed into your room, you opened your eyes. Your heart jumped a bit remembering this would be your first day of high school. Despite being 16, due to your unusually short height you had always been homeschooled. This was as your stepmother thought you were too small and likely to get hurt out in the real world. You appreciated her care for you but despised how protective she was. It resulted in her babying you a lot, something that your younger half-sister Grace would always tease you about.
After your shower you were in the process of getting dressed. You noticed you were running a few minutes behind schedule and had to hurry up. Because of your condition your new school had asked for volunteers to help you get adjusted and you were being collected today by a fellow student so she could escort you to your first day of classes and show you around.
As you were still in your underwear you were suddenly tackled to the ground. Pressed firmly to the floor underneath an enormous weight you opened you eyes to see your half sister laying on top of you. At only 13 years old, Grace was already about three or four times bigger than you. She loved to “play” wrestling with you, you assumed just so she could show off how much bigger and stronger she was. Your mum had died while you were young and your dad had married your stepmom when you were still a baby. When you were younger you and Grace were about the same size but she grew taller and taller while you never did, because of the size difference between you the power dynamic was permanently shifted. You cursed the fact that she was taller and stronger than you could ever hope to be. Just didn't seem fair.
As she pressed your face to the floor she said “ready for your first day of school little bro”.
“Let me up Grace please” you learned a long time ago not to be rude to her as she could easily cause you pain if you tried to speak up. Your best bet was to always be polite, acknowledge her superior position and beg for her mercy.
“C’mon little bro” she knew how much that annoyed you “that’s no fun, aren’t you going to call be a brat again? Like last time?”
You shuddered to think of the last time you’d insulted her she had left you dangling from a tree by your underwear for three hours. It was one of the most humiliating experiences of your life.
“Not at all, sis” you replied.
“Oh, you’re no fun” she pouted “but I know how to have my own fun”
You gulped nervously thinking about what she might have in store for you.
“Hey mom!” She shouted downstairs to your stepmother “Michael still isn’t dressed for school!” “No, no, no… don’t say that!” You pleaded knowing how much your stepmother relished dressing you like a child.
Just then your stepmom barreled into the door. She was a slim but tall woman in her early 40s with long blonde hair and perfect curves with a nice amble bosom.
“Oh come on Mikey, lets get you dressed”
“Wait no, I’m okay to get dressed myself” you pleaded but it was too late, she’d taken her chance.
This giantess of a woman lifted you up and humiliatingly placed you on her hip as she went to your wardrobe and picked out possibly the most childish clothes you had. She then forcibly put them on you, you endured particular pain as she roughly yanked up your pants giving you a wedgie in the process. All this while Grace watched on giggling the entire time.
Just as she was finished dressing you the doorbell rang.
“That’ll be for you Mikey, let me take you down”
“No wait mom, I can go by myse…” but you were cut off as your massive stepmom hoisted you off the ground and into her plump chest. You tried to scream but you just got a mouth full of middle aged cleavage in the process as she squeezed you tightly against her body. You definitely didn’t want whoever was her to bring you to school to see you like this. As she carried you through the hallway and down the stairs her breasts jiggled with your face firmly planted between them. While you hated this you’d also gotten used to it as it was her preferred way to carry you.
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