Scott felt the blood rushing back to his head, then rolling right back out as the incline shifted again. He levitated higher, his skull angled toward the ground, before he was tipped in the other direction. All the while, his shirt tightened and loosened around the bulging form of Maggie’s bare foot, jammed yet again up her tiny brother’s shirt. Her sole, cool and smooth as a newly churned milkshake, post-workout, was flush to his chest.

            Across the way, on his giant sister’s opposite foot, Scott could see Kyle in the same position: their middle sibling’s athletic, mildly pudgy appendage stuffed down the lankier boy’s clothing. She wore each of her nine-inch brothers like slippers, their lower bodies serving as the back flap as her heel rested comfortably across each of their thighs, applying weight in multiple unwanted ways to multiple unwanted areas on their person. Their shirts, of course, were handy straps to keep them attached and hugged to the bottoms of her feet as she sat on a bright red exercise ball in her bedroom, casually scrolling through her social media above while dangling her two shrunken siblings from the ends of her legs.

            Scott realized it was probably foolish to believe the routines would quit once they were finally home, relieved of Olivia’s overbearing presence and apprenticeship to their impressionable sister. They’d nearly completed the list on the R&R app, according to their handler, but the clock and the reservation were up, and so it was time to depart.

            Maggie purposefully left both of her brothers atop the kitchen counter when they returned, ensuring they’d remain where she left them while she bounded upstairs and took a soothing thirty-five minute shower: a luxury both boys were, perhaps gratefully, deprived of.

            As much as Scott longed for some ice-cold relief, it seemed like a bad idea to request a cleaning from her; he had too good of a feeling that she’d gleefully oblige. After a whole morning of being “trained” like a show dog by his sister and her teacher, being stripped down and scrubbed clean by her curious hands was going to be too much of a capper. Not that it was his choice, either way.

            Of course, as it turned out, Maggie was feeling just as backhandedly generous as she was earlier this morning. She knew cooling was on the brain of both. Upon returning in fresh clothes, hair glistening wet from the shower and a smile on her face, she tucked one brother under each arm again and hustled them upstairs. She stopped not at her own bedroom door, but at each of theirs, releasing them into the space but not budging from blocking the door, just in case they got any clever ideas about trying to dodge past their leviathan sibling.

            “Get the shirt, Scotty,” Maggie instructed winningly. Her voice assigned “the shirt” a kind of particular importance. A gleam in her eye. No other instruction was needed. “And Kyle? Get a… bigger shirt. If you have one.”

            And now here they were, on “cooldown,” literally. Each of the overworked and over-warm brothers, inverted and slung around Maggie’s soothingly cool naked feet like saddlebags. Worse, at least in Scott’s mind, it was painfully easy to enjoy. In fact, within a few minutes of it, he was actually experiencing gratitude: a rather sickening revelation.

            Maggie’s toes, like insulated pillows, kneaded at his upper chest and neck, massaging him just via their usual scrunching. Goose bumps rippled up his skin, which she could almost certainly feel, because he heard a throaty giggle just about every time a new batch ran down his stomach. Her sole continually arched and flexed, relaxing just for herself, but also serving to continually refresh the low temperature beneath her skin. The wrinkles of her peachy flesh provided more than enough leeway to simultaneously cushion and flatten for maximum effect of her lowered body temperature, courtesy of her shower.

            Scott looked over to Kyle again. After a morning full of new humiliations, the teen seemed more than content to outwardly enjoy this period of relaxation. It was commensalism in the weirdest way possible, and Scott was just glad he didn’t have their mother here to get inspired.

            No, they were simply two shrunken subjects, lying at the feet of their queen-for-a-day while she unwound. In the meantime, their bodies were being steadily returned to normal stasis: in a way, healed by continual, playful contact with Maggie’s under-soles.

            She arched both feet in unison again. Her heels shoved hard down against both boys’ thighs, forcing their legs apart as she wedged her heavy pink heel between each of their limbs. Scott bit his lip, then glanced to his brother again. The boy’s eyes were bulging with surprise and discomfort as his giant sister’s heel dug at his junk. He was probably experiencing this sort of casual disregard for his general anatomy for the first time in his life. Undoubtedly, he was at this moment, just as Scott once was, faced with the warped philosophical question of whether being treated this way by a giant being was more a method of cruel and unusually stimulating teasing, or simply a dehumanizing lack of consideration for his body’s general shape.

            Scott couldn’t help but nod. Those questions he could read in his brother’s face now were all-too familiar to him, after years of practice. The only unfortunate thing was that he was never any closer to an answer.

            “You guys are so toasty. Like you were in a microwave,” Maggie commented. “You really needed this, I can tell. Feels kinda good to me, too. Warm little boys, keepin’ me nice and even after all that training. Scotty knows that, though. Don’t you?”
            “Yep.”

            “I’ll just bet you do.”

            That was when the doorbell rang.

            “Oooh, there’s our first guest!” Maggie announced. She lowered both feet toward the ground, gently squashing both brothers down in the carpet beneath her feet. However, she was careful to still maintain the majority of her weight in her butt on the rubber exercise sphere. Scott sputtered only momentarily as the ball of his sister’s foot flexed with possessive heft down against his abdomen. However, the pressure was quickly alleviated, as the girl plucked at the shirts of both brothers and slid her feet out of her organic slippers.

            “Guest?” Kyle gulped. He squinted up at his sister, clearly at something of a loss for the world around him without his glasses. Perhaps foolishly, he’d been counting on the privacy of his humiliations staying in the immediate family this weekend.

            “Yeah! Since it was just gonna be us three here tonight, I figured we could use a little company, ya know? It’s not a big deal, just a couple people,” Maggie insisted. She closed her laptop upon the desk and rolled the exercise ball back into the corner, leering down at her sprawled brothers with a smile. “We’ll find you some, uh… smaller shirts in a minute, m‘kay?”

            Scott and Kyle sat up and shared a knowing look as their sister joyously skipped out of the room with thunderous footsteps. They each lifted the hem of their shirts, both stretched to parachute size beyond recognition by the girl’s creative use of them.

            Far more relaxed than he anticipated could’ve been possible a mere sixty seconds earlier, Scott curled silently into the baby-cradling arms of Libby Hammond as she drew him up against her breast. Within moments of entering the room, the redhead had crept toward Scott by the desk and cheerfully offered to pick him up if he wouldn’t mind. Her toes scrunched busily and, Scott suspected, anxiously against the rubbery basin of her sandals as the question was posed.

            “It’s, uh, nice to see you, Scott!” Libby commented just a little louder than was necessary, most likely overcompensating for her obvious nerves as she took her friend’s doll-sized elder brother into her arms.

            “Hi, Libby,” Scott said politely, clearing his throat as he was wedged not immodestly up against the girl’s chest. Even through the layers of shirt fabric and bra, he could’ve sworn her heartrate had already hastened in the intervening seconds as she scooped him into a gentle hold.

            The past year had certainly been kind to Libby, whom Scott couldn’t help but notice had “blossomed” just a little later than most of her similar peers. She’d stretched out a little further into her body, bypassing Maggie in height by nearly three inches. Her adorable bright-auburn locks hung lower over her shoulders, sleeker than Scott was used to seeing it tied back for soccer. And though it could’ve well-been the added pressure the girl seemed to be applying as she cuddled Scott into her bosom now, he was pretty sure she’d bloomed out further in a couple other areas, too.

            Were it not for Libby’s mild but still-evident social anxieties and the tiny mound of puppy fat still present in her midriff, Scott would’ve sworn he was being swaddled by a completely different girl than the one who, just one year ago, had rescued him from the unearthly and spit-slogged humiliation of being sucked like a human life saver between his sister’s giggling cheeks.

            Somehow, after he’d been held in the center of the redhead’s palm at a pathetic one inch height, stripped of his clothing and soaking in hot saliva, there were no more barriers of awkwardness to cross. Though he would’ve never asked had Libby not offered herself, subconsciously at least, Scott knew that her caring grasp was probably where he’d be most comfortable.

            “You look good,” Libby commented quietly with a half-suppressed smile. “How’ve you been?”

            “Uhh, about the same. How about you?”

            “Just glad the school year’s over. Maybe I can come visit you guys here more often.”

            “Yap, yap, yap. If I didn’t know any better, Libby, I’d think you came here just to see my itty bitty brother and not me!” Maggie teased, jostling her friend in the shoulder with a sporting elbow. “Oh, wait, what am I talking about? We both know that’s exactly why you came!”

            “Ha. Ha. Ha,” Libby groused playfully, rolling her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a few shades pinker.

            “Actually, I guess I gotta be more specific tonight, since there’s two itty bitty brothers running around here,” Maggie shrugged. She crossed her arms and stared down at Kyle on the floor, still seated obediently by the leg of the desk chair. Her foot arched from the carpet, her big toe pointed and prodded in Kyle’s direction, though she withdrew it before it could make contact with his body. Still he flinched.

            “I guess you do,” Libby said quickly with a light chuckle, clearly intent on changing the subject. Her fingers idly tapped against her opposite arm as she snuggled Scott in nearer to her shirt, possibly without realizing.

            “Ooh, I’ve got an idea,” Maggie enthused. “Kyle can be Itty Bitty Brother #1, and Scotty can be… Itty Bitty Brother That Libby Wants to Go Sit In a Tree With!”

            Scott almost winced from secondhand embarrassment for his handler. He felt the thin hair prick up on her arm, along with a layer of goosebumps. If her cheeks were rosy before, they were nearing the hue of her red hair by now.

            “Ohhh, relax, I’m kidding, Libs. You know I just like to see my brothers put on the spot,” Maggie laughed, nearly doubling over for the show of it. She sunk into her desk chair, then stooped down, scooping up Kyle by his back like a discarded doll and forming her hands into a makeshift chair as she leaned back. She twirled her younger brother’s arm around a curious index finger.

            “Yeah, yeah, totally,” Libby mumbled, alternately stealing confused glances at Scott before her gaze darted back to the giggling blonde who so clearly had everyone in the room wrapped around her little finger. Nine-inchers and regular size alike.

            Scott looked up at Libby’s face from the corner of his eye, not wanting to make her feel the increased heat of extra attention, but he honestly couldn’t tell if the girl was feeling put-upon by the joked implication or if she was just trying to hide a hopeful glint in her eye. If anything, he’d be surprised to learn it wasn’t the latter.

            The doorbell rang again.

            “There she is!” Maggie chimed. She bounced up from her seat, keeping Kyle hoisted at stomach level, but still firmly throned in her palms. Her voice took on the mocking twang of an older relative: “You two better not do anything I wouldn’t do while I go get the door, you hear?”

            With that final snickering simper, Maggie was bounding down the stairs with her younger brother, leaving Libby and Scott in the odorous air of strangely unearned shame. This time, the girl’s only response was to wrap her hand tighter around Scott’s shoulders; her lips parted briefly, but no words escaped, and she quickly redirected her attention to the empty doorway. Her eyes darted about, avoiding his.

            Scott held his breath as he rolled his cheek against the warm hill of Libby’s left breast. Somehow, he didn’t anticipate going two-for-oh on friendly house guests tonight.