“Wait, Emma, you can’t-“ Luke said, trying his best to convince his adoptive sister to reconsider turning him over to Jessie. But she simply cut him off with a curl of her fingers, creating a fist with Luke trapped at its center.
“Hmph!” she scoffed, disgusted by Luke’s actions, tightening her fist around her shrunken step-brother in an effort to convey her fury.
The fleshy walls of Emma’s palm and fingers bore down on Luke as he tried his best to wiggle free from her grasp, pushing back with his arms and legs as she enclosed him into an increasingly small and finite space, the overwhelming smell of her raspberry-coconut moisturizer flowing into his nostrils as she rolled him into the shape of a ball.
She could probably have squashed him if she wanted to, but she decided it was better to let Jessie make the call on whether or not that was a suitable punishment.
So, she loosened her grip enough to give Luke some breathing room and turned the corner towards Jessie’s room, swinging him back and forth past her hips with every step she took, causing him to roll back and forth between her palm and fingers.
“Hey Jessie, I have something you should see,” Emma announced as she walked into Jessie’s room to find the Nanny dressed in a bluish-purple dress. Her hair was freshly blown back after her shower and she wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes.
“Oh god, what did Luke do now?” Jessie asked, automatically assuming the oldest sibling was tattling on her step-brother again.
“This,” Emma replied back, raising her hand equidistant between their faces and unfolding her fingers to reveal Luke’s tiny form to their caretaker.
“Luke?!” The auburn-haired beauty exclaimed, moving in to examine Luke more closely, her hazel eyes crossing over his nose to look at him.
“Explain yourself! Why did you shrink your brother?” Jessie asked, automatically assuming the smaller of the kids was to blame.
“Me? He’s the one who shrunk himself to spy on you. He was trying to watch you in the shower.” The 16-year-old blonde asked defensively, before explaining the situation.
“What? You little pervert!” Jessie yelled, stomping her foot as her expression turned from concern to fury.
Meanwhile, Luke could have sworn he shrunk again because Jessie looked even bigger when she was angry, thinking until that moment that the phrase “everything’s bigger in Texas” was just an expression until the moment Jessie screamed at him while appearing larger than the Statue of Liberty herself, her voice still echoing throughout his skull. Even Emma’s hand trembled a little under Luke as she used her free hand to cover one of her ears.
“I’m sorry Emma, I didn’t mean to blame you for anything. Thanks for catching this little pest.” Jessie apologized.
“It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.” Emma quickly replied, wanting to move past it before she ended up on the 21-year-old babysitter’s bad side herself, realizing that an argument would only delay Luke’s punishment.
“Jessie, please. Just let me explain.” Luke said, still trying to dig himself out of the hole he landed himself in.
But one quick cold glance from his Nanny was enough to stop him dead in his tracks, sending a shiver down his spine.
“You don’t get to talk,” Jessie declared, laying down the law, and making it clear to everyone in the room that she was the one in charge here.
“Yes ma’am,” Luke whispered, slowly sinking back into Emma’s palm.
“You’re not getting off the hook easy this time. Luckily, you made yourself the perfect size for us to punish you. You wanted to be small like a little bug so I wouldn’t notice you? Maybe I should treat you like one and just step on you.” Jessie said out loud, curling her toes against the carpet under her bare feet and gently lifting the ball of her foot to pull up the carpet strands.
“Then again, you don’t really look much like a bug, you look more like a helpless little graham cracker, maybe Emma or I should just toss you into our mouths and gulp you down.” Jessie teased, opening her mouth and flashing her teeth at Luke, letting him look into her gaping maw as strands of saliva extended themselves from her tongue to the roof of her mouth, snapping as she playfully flicked her tongue at him, the minty smell of her freshly brushed teeth washing over him as he stared at the back of her throat.
“Any ideas Emma?” Jessie asked, inviting the oldest of the Ross kids to participate in her playful banter.
“I have been looking for some new materials for my fashion blog, maybe Luke could volunteer. He would make a great addition to a toe ring or bra. Don’t you think?” Emma teased, bringing her face down closer to her palm and flashing her pearly white teeth at Luke.
“Now that sounds like a fun idea, you have been offering to let you upgrade my wardrobe, maybe I’ll take you up on that if Luke’s involved.” Jessie laughed, finding it difficult to think of many punishments worse than being her toe ring, engulfed by her toes every time she scrunched them together.
“Then again, you and my mom did say that I should consider getting a job now that I’m 16. Maybe you could give me a crash course in Babysitting to see if that might be fun. I’m sure Luke would make a comfy cushion.” Emma declared, taking the term babysitting to the extreme, as she proposed the idea of actually sitting on him.
“Pfff!” Jessie suppressed a laugh, finding the idea of a tiny Luke struggling under his step-sister’s butt to be almost too funny to pass up on.
What will Jessie choose?
1. Jessie drops Luke into a bowl of dip, while she and Emma take turns trying to fish him out with potato chips, each playfully taunting him as he tries to escape.
2. Jessie takes Emma up on her offer to turn Luke into a toe ring. Heading back to Emma’s room and cuffing his hands and feet together before strapping him to the Babysitter’s toes.
3. Jessie lets Emma sew Luke to the center gore of the babysitter’s bra, pulling Luke exactly where he wanted to be, closely between his nanny’s tits.
4. Emma & Jessie take Luke to the Jessie bed, where he is held down by Jessie as Emma sits on him multiple times, trying to get the hang of this whole babysitting thing. Working on her technique every time she sits down.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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