Levi found himself trapped, enveloped in an eerie stillness. The sensation of being molded onto the cold surface of a spoon amid a collection of family dishes was bewildering. He was no more than another utensil in the family dishwasher, waiting for the light of a new day. The entire ordeal felt surreal; his very essence seemed to have merged with the spoon, creating a seamless, solid surface. It wasn't painful, but the sensation was unnerving, to say the least.

Sleep eluded him, an unattainable luxury. The smoothing effect denied him the bliss of closing his eyes or succumbing to a comforting dream. In the profound darkness, time moved agonizingly slow, each moment stretched to infinity. The faint echo of water droplets reverberating in the metallic chamber was a relentless reminder of the grueling dishwasher cycle he had endured. His family's peaceful slumber, all oblivious to his plight, only deepened his humiliation.

Adding to his torment, the smoothing process had left his tongue protruding, exposed to every flavor that the spoon encountered. Traces of family meals, the sharp bitterness of coffee stains, the chemical bite of detergent—all constantly bombarded his senses.

A self-mocking thought crossed his mind, "At least I'm free from the taste of mom’s saliva." He involuntarily shivered, the memory of his mother's enormous tongue washing over him still vivid.

Amidst this turmoil, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to his sister, Luna. He envisioned her, snug in her bed, lost in pleasant dreams, while he wrestled with the aftermath of her playful dominance.

Images from the past few days paraded through his mind, each one more vivid, more tantalizing: the degradation of being pressed against her foot, her mischievous eyes locking with his as she brought him teasingly close to her mouth, the raw humiliation of being trapped in her tongue ring during meals. His thoughts meandered into even more intimate territory—her soft moans, the sensation of being nestled deep within her, and the overpowering view of her body, poised to consume him.

Levi's emotions whirled in a storm of confusion, arousal, humiliation, and above all, the acute frustration of sexual denial at the whims of his sister.

He could almost feel Luna's warm presence, hear her voice dripping with sly temptation, sense the raw dominance she held over him. His feelings danced between shame and a baffling excitement from being the focus of his sister's desires.

A quiet, almost mournful thought whispered in his mind, “What has she turned me into?” Each moment as Luna's secret toy seemed to pull him closer to forbidden pleasure, overshadowing any remaining resentment.

Deep within his psyche, Levi faced an unsettling truth: he had always fantasized about a powerful giantess manipulating him, toying with his pleasure and degradation. Luna, in her audacious control, mirrored his wildest fantasies. But fate's twisted humor had chosen to manifest this dream not through some faceless entity but through his very own sister, turning his deepest desires into a confusing, thrilling, yet terrifying reality.

The relentless throbbing of his smoothed penis served as a cruel reminder of the perverse control Luna now wielded over him. Not content with merely shrinking him, she'd taken mastery over his most intimate reactions, manipulating his arousal with the cold precision of her shrinkapp. This combination of power, domination, and humiliation pulled him to emotional extremes, the all-consuming arousal clashing maddeningly with the weight of his situation.

Recollections of each tantalizing tease, the sensual manipulation, the unbearable pleasure on the verge of release, and the horrifying reality of being reduced to a fetish object for his own sister, made him spin in confusion and desire. This was more than a bruise to his ego; it threatened to fracture his very sense of self.

Yet, amidst this chaos, a beacon of strength shone within him.

Resilience.

Throughout this surreal journey, resilience had anchored him, preventing him from being swept away in the storm of arousal, shame, and forbidden pleasure.

"I must persevere," he told himself, feeling a newfound determination rising within him. Luna's intentions were becoming clear. The gleam in her eyes, the palpable excitement at having her brother as her secret plaything, hinted at a long-term design. Their vacation might have been the beginning, but she likely planned to extend his diminutive state even after their return home.

Levi took a deep mental breath, fortifying himself. "If I'm to endure, I must adapt, I must find strength," he thought. He sought a sense of agency within his helplessness. Rather than a passive victim, he aspired to find pleasure and even empowerment within this dynamic, seeking pockets of pleasure even within his sister's dominating control.

But these internal musings were abruptly cut short by the unmistakable sound of the dishwasher door's click. As it swung open, the towering, sunlit figure of his mother loomed over him. Bathed in rays from the window, she appeared almost divine, her colossal, motherly form awe-inspiring yet entirely oblivious to his desperate predicament.

The majesty of her presence underscored his vulnerability, rendering him utterly insignificant. His newfound resolve, this spark of empowerment, was put to the ultimate test. Beneath her mighty form, he felt humbled, minuscule, and yet, strangely aroused, caught once more in the intricate web of emotions that his life had become.

—

The first light of morning painted Luna's room in a warm, dappled hue. Blinking sleep away, she felt the embrace of the plush sheets and stretched languidly, soaking in the lavish comfort of her bed. As she indulged in her surroundings, her thoughts wandered to Levi's contrasting predicament. This irony caused a mischievous smirk to play upon her lips.

Lazily reaching for her phone, Luna skimmed through a sea of notifications: social media updates, messages, daily reminders. The realization that none of their friends knew the delicious secret she harbored made her chuckle, a playful glint in her eyes.

A notification stood out – a salon appointment with Jenny at 11 am. Luna's heart swelled with giddy anticipation at the thought of a fun day ahead.

Eager to start her day, Luna gracefully made her way to the kitchen, her steps light and springy. The morning soundscape – her mother's melodious hums, clattering dishes, and the soft footsteps – enveloped her warmly.

Entering the kitchen, Luna’s heart raced. Her mother, elegant as ever, was enjoying her morning yogurt. Every time the spoon disappeared between those lips, Luna's mind danced with curiosity – was Levi there, nestled in the intimate embrace of their mother's mouth?

She moved closer, the need to know pulling her like a magnet. "Morning, mom," she greeted, her voice tinged with barely contained glee.

A peripheral glance revealed the spoon, stirring the creamy yogurt, the chilly swirls painting it. The tantalizing thought of Levi being present, completely at the mercy of their unsuspecting mother, added an electrifying thrill.

"You’re in a good mood this morning," her mother observed, noting Luna's bubbling enthusiasm.

Casually approaching the drawer, Luna replied, "Oh, I had a dreamy sleep." Her fingers danced on the handle, sending tiny vibrations throughout the drawer's contents. As she slowly unveiled the collection of cutlery, it felt like unwrapping a mysterious gift.

Her eyes scanned the shiny array, fingertips seeking out the unique texture of Levi's presence. And there it was - a slight imprint on one of the spoons. A silent, triumphant thrill surged within her. Teasingly, she caressed the impression, imagining Levi's reaction. "My bed felt especially comforting," she quipped, her voice carrying a playful undertone meant only for Levi.

With fluid grace, Luna picked the spoon, its subtle weight in her hand a testament to her little secret. As she prepared her breakfast, her mind wandered, picturing the humiliating thoughts he must have had during the night. 

"Might as well make him my personal spoon again,” Luna thought, her eyes lighting up with mischief. She slowly moved the spoon toward her mouth, making Levi's mini-heart race. “N..no!”he mentally groaned in frustration. “Not again!”

The second his flattened body touched her lips, she savored it, letting her tongue give him a quick once-over. Smiling to herself, she headed to the couch, cereal bowl and coffee in hand, ready for a breakfast that was anything but ordinary.

Levi couldn't believe how easily Luna had turned their morning meal into a game. Time seemed to slow down, each second dragging on. When Luna took another bite of cereal, he got washed away in a flood of cold milk, only to end up inside the hot, damp cave of her mouth. His head spun from the sensory overload.

Everything felt amplified—her tongue's texture, the taste of the cereal he'd never liked, and the humid warmth surrounding him. He had no defenses in this shrunken state, making him feel totally exposed with every swirl of Luna's tongue. He'd promised himself to find some pleasure in this crazy experience, but Luna was testing his limits.

In between bites, Luna would look down and lock eyes with him. Her flirty wink made him feel even more like a plaything. Occasionally, she'd move her tongue extra slowly or make exaggerated gestures, making sure he felt every second of this intimate contact.

"Hold it together," Levi told himself, trying to stay grounded even when he was literally swimming in his sister's mouth. Every now and then, her tongue would hit a spot that felt sort of good, but then he'd remember who was doing this to him. The girl he used to argue with about TV shows was now treating him like his only purpose in life was to put food in her mouth.

The worst part was the emotional rollercoaster: part of him wanted to enjoy the crazy sensations, but he couldn't escape how humiliating it all was.

Finally, Luna finished eating. Her eyes twinkled with both a teasing and caring light as she used her app to turn him back to his normal, 3D self. Carefully, she tucked him into the cozy pocket of her bathrobe. The soft fabric seemed to hug him, drying off the leftover wetness. Luna ran her fingers over the pocket, making him feel like he was wrapped in a comforting embrace. He heard her breathe out happily, putting a close to this wild breakfast episode. Nestled in the fabric, Levi was left alone with his thoughts, pondering how unpredictable his life had become.

—

The warm water of the bathtub sloshed gently around Luna as she lounged in its vast expanse. Perched atop a yellow rubber duck, Levi's eyes darted around, taking in the titanic form of his sister submerged in the water. The duck's gentle buoyancy made it challenging for him to stay upright, and the playful waves caused by Luna's flicking fingers sent him rocking side to side. Her bubbly laughter echoed in the bathroom, resonating with the sloshing water.

"Heehee! Hold on tight, little bro!" she chirped, sending another tiny wave towards the duck. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him struggle to maintain his balance. Approaching with her hand, she tapped the rubber duck, sending Levi into a dizzying spin. Her laughter filled the bathroom as she reveled in her brother's helpless predicament.

However, as she caught sight of his increasingly flustered face, Luna's laughter began to simmer down. Placing a finger to her lips, she feigned innocence, then cleared her throat and attempted to adopt a mock-serious expression. "You know, you really did spice up my breakfast today," she remarked with a mischievous smirk.

"Resilience," Levi reminded himself, doing his best to keep his balance on the bobbing duck. His voice quivered with frustration as he said, "You have no idea how humiliating it was to be shoved into your mouth after every bite, Luna. And let's not even get started on how I felt being Mom's spoon last night."

Luna's lips curled into a sly grin, her eyes shining with playful mischief. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. Seeing you there, all smooth and helpless, kind of gave breakfast an... extra flavor."

Rolling his eyes, Levi shot back, "And what would that flavor be? Humiliated little brother? And don't even get me started on my 'sleep' in the dishwasher. You have no idea how terrifying it was!"

Her laughter returned, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Aww, did my teeny brother have a rough night? But you looked so adorable as Mom's spoon. It's so cute how you become part of our daily routines," she teased, poking the duck and causing it to spin.

Levi clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of Luna's relentless teasing. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "What's it like for you, seeing your own brother turned into... this?"

She looked thoughtful for a brief moment before a cheeky grin spread across her face. "It's kind of fun!" she declared, winking at him, clearly enjoying the reaction she was getting.

He sighed heavily, the realization sinking in that seeking any sort of sincere reaction from his bubbly sister was likely futile. The conversation then turned to the specifics of the shrinking process itself, a topic that Luna seemed more than eager to discuss, her carefree attitude contrasting sharply with the profound humiliation her brother felt.

Levi's minuscule duck vessel bobbed even more precariously as Luna shifted in the tub, trying to find a more comfortable position. The displacement from her movements sent large waves crashing towards Levi, making him grasp the rubber duck with all his might. Yet, amidst this turmoil, he was hypnotized by the droplets cascading down Luna's neck, sparkling in the ambient bathroom light.

His attention was jolted back as she broke the silence with her ever-present bubbly tone. "Oh my gosh, bro! How do you feel about the new smoothing feature? Isn't it just... awesome?!" Luna exclaimed, punctuating her statement with a theatrical splashing of water, which resulted in a miniature waterfall cascading just a few inches away from him.

His eyes widened at both the splashing spectacle and her question. "A...awesome?" he stammered, trying to wrap his mind around the word she had chosen. "Luna, it's terrifying!" His voice was tinged with genuine distress. "I'm practically frozen! Can't even blink or move my tongue away from whatever it's pressed against!"

She leaned in, her eyes wide in playful mock-surprise. "Really? So, like, when you're in my mouth, you’re seeing every single moment? Feeling and tasting everything?"

Levi's face reddened. "Every. Single. Second. Luna! From the moment you smoothed me onto that spoon. I had to witness every dip into that cereal bowl, every second in your mouth... I couldn't look away, couldn't even close my eyes! Do you have any idea what it's like? To be dunked in Mom’s mouth, to spend an entire, sleepless night amidst our family's dishes and cutlery, and then to be submerged in your mouth again?"

For a split second, he thought he caught a hint of guilt flashing across Luna's eyes. But it was swiftly overshadowed by her mischievous delight. "Aww, I’m sorry, bro," she said, but her giggles betrayed her true sentiments. Seeing his frustration, she waved her hand as if trying to reset the atmosphere, and with a slightly more sincere tone, said, "I mean it, sorry. It must’ve been quite an experience.

“But isn’t that just the way of things now?” she mused, allowing the water to embrace her further, indulging in its warmth as she conversed with her diminutive sibling.

“I, your sister, get to determine the humiliation you so desperately need,” she intoned, her lips parting to let some water in before playfully squirting it out, making his rubber duck oscillate wildly. “And you, dear brother, find an odd sort of joy in whatever twisted games your elder sister dreams up,” her laughter was teasing yet hinted at something deeper.

His breath caught at her emphasis on the word "need".

“Need?” he repeated, voice shaky with a mixture of desire and consternation.

“Yes, need,” her chuckle held a tantalizing allure. “You need the degradation, you need a towering woman to manipulate you in the ways she deems most thrilling,” her fingers made a sudden, daring advance, lightly grazing his most sensitive area.

Levi made a feeble attempt to repel her, but his resistance proved futile. Laughing softly, Luna effortlessly plucked him up, securing his arms and bringing him close to her face. She exhaled softly onto his body, his aroused state reacting to her breath, eliciting an involuntary moan from him. "Confess, Levi," she whispered, her tongue darting out to give him a fleeting, electrifying sensation.

Memories of his earlier determination to face and embrace his fantasies welled up within him, but he remained steadfast in his refusal to grant her the satisfaction of his submission.

“Not with you, Luna!” he cried out, tormented by the conflicting emotions of arousal and sheer vulnerability. “Please! I'll admit the allure of feeling powerless, of being dominated by a magnificent giantess... I truly will.”

“But not you!” he shouted, wriggling as best he could from her moist grip. “Any beautiful giantess, not my own sister!” Doubt shadowed his last words, a shadow that Luna certainly caught.

"Can you even understand? I'm living every twisted fantasy, but they’re all crafted by you. It's unsettling, Luna, being entirely dependent on my sister, not a stranger, not some dream, but my own flesh and blood.”

“Can you comprehend my thoughts last night, Luna?” he screamed, the realization evident in his eyes as he confessed his longings for domination. “Struggling to hold onto my composure, trying to keep my sanity,” his voice quivered, the weight of his feelings overwhelming him.

“It’s unbearable!” he declared. “You’re inescapable, consuming every part of my life – the cruel games, the humiliating positions, hidden away as nothing more than entertainment,” he spat out bitterly, his anger contrasting with his unrelenting arousal.

"So yes to a giantess, but not my sister," he murmured, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "Restore me," he pleaded, although he doubted she would heed his request.

The room was enveloped in profound silence, Luna's once mischievous gaze turning contemplative, absorbing his emotional outpouring. When she finally spoke, her playful nature was evident but underscored with newfound understanding.

“Oh Levi,” she sighed, pulling him close. Her finger teasingly traced his arousal, reveling in his helpless moans. “It's noble that you've admitted your giantess fantasy,” she murmured.

“Yet, the true revelation awaits,” she hinted, her eyes twinkling with a sly wink. “It’s not faceless entities you crave control from. You desire something taboo, an intimacy so improper, it shouldn’t even be possible,” her laughter was soft and inviting.

"You don’t wish to be a mere plaything," she cooed, her face softening. "The ultimate allure, Levi, is your very own sister controlling your every desire."

“And in time, you’ll accept it. That I, your sister, am your ultimate longing."

Before he could respond, she tenderly kissed his tiny form and released him. His heart pounded as he found himself nestled against her soft skin. Abruptly, her finger guided him along her slippery surface, further into the water's embrace, towards her concealed depths. He gargled in the bathwater as he was guided over her belly and mounds. The last image he registered was Luna's triumphant smile, distorted by the bathwater, before her pussy consumed him.

“Let me show you why,” she gasped, a moan escaping her lips as her wonderfully struggling brother entered her, beginning a journey of intense pleasure that would only further entwine their lives.

—

After what felt like an eternity encased in the most intimate part of Luna's body, Levi sensed a slight shift in movement. He couldn't believe how casually Luna used her most personal space as a storage area for her miniaturized brother. His shrunken form allowed him to perceive her every move, from the ebb and flow of her rising and stretching to the whisper of fabric as she dressed. Each nuance sent tremors rippling through his diminutive frame, a continuous reminder of his utter helplessness.

A light but definite tug at his feet signaled a change. Luna's fingers, appearing absolutely gargantuan from his perspective, gingerly pulled him free from her damp warmth. It was as if even her body was reluctant to let go of its diminutive captive. Blinking against the sudden light, he found himself gazing straight into Luna's eyes, sparkling with playful mischief.

"Looks like my little toy had a comfortable stay," she commented, her voice filled with jest, as she brought him tantalizingly close to her lips. "You're welcome for the delightful sensations, darling brother. I trust it was mortifying enough for you?" Her laugh filled the air, recalling their previous banter. A warm breeze of her breath washed over him, followed by a teasing lick that removed any residual trace of her from his body. The flush on Levi's face intensified, if that were even possible.

With an air of gleeful anticipation, Luna said, "We have plans, my little one. I'm off to the hair salon with Jenny today." Before Levi could articulate any semblance of protest, he was consumed by a dizzying rush of sensations. His sister, already an imposing figure, seemed to stretch toward the sky, growing exponentially in size. Clad in her daytime outfit, she loomed over him like a goddess, her eyes twinkling with lighthearted yet devious delight.

Bracing himself, Levi found himself placed atop a familiar, pillowy substance. His heart lurched as recognition hit: an unused piece of gum.

"Luna, please! Not this!" His plea echoed with both desperation and realization.

"Your altered state makes you quite pliable, my dear," Luna remarked with a chuckle, clearly savoring his distress. "If by chance you find yourself within another's mouth, do try to stay calm." she teased.

The next moments were a blur for Levi as Luna expertly embedded him within the gum, leaving him ensnared and utterly defenseless. She produced a plastic case teeming with similar gum pieces. He recalled, with a pang, his countless rants about her incessant gum-chewing.

Placing him inside, Luna casually selected an adjacent piece. Her lips parted, revealing a cavernous, moist expanse. Her pearly teeth glinted menacingly, juxtaposed against the soft, plush interior.

"Delicious," she teased.

With deliberate flair, she tossed in the gum. Levi watched, rapt and horrified, as Luna commenced her chewing display. Each mastication, each twist of her tongue, sent shivers down his spine, knowing he might soon share that gum's fate. The resonant sounds of her chewing seemed amplified, a stark reminder of what awaited him.

Luna punctuated her performance with a pronounced lip smack, fixing Levi with a gaze that oozed satisfaction. Sealing the container, she condemned him to darkness, the haunting image of her mesmerizing mouth his only company.

–

Luna's car hummed softly beneath her, the world outside blissfully ignorant of the thrilling secret she harbored. Every now and then, her fingers danced over a small container in her purse, feeling its ridges and reminding her of its precious occupant. She reveled in the dual reality she lived in – outwardly a carefree girl enjoying her drive, while inwardly savoring the sweet taboo of her captive brother.

The memory of Levi's confession replayed in her mind. His quiet admission of wanting to be dominated, yet his hesitance when faced with the idea of his own sister being the one in control. Luna couldn’t help but feel a delightful mixture of wickedness and resolve. Oh, the ways she would toy with him, pushing him to confront his forbidden desires. For her, the thrill was knowing that he wasn't just at the mercy of anyone, but her – the girl he shared a childhood with.

His reluctance was what made it all the more tempting. Luna fantasized about reshaping his perceptions, helping him see that his deepest yearnings were not for some faceless dominatrix, but for the sister who knew him best. She dreamed of using their shared past to bring him into a sultry present, of making him accept and even crave their new, scandalous dynamic.

Lost in her thoughts, Luna barely noticed Jenny’s concerned gaze. "Hey, where did you go? You seemed so distant."

Snapping back, Luna flashed her a bright grin. "Just some daydreams." She chirped, cranking up a lively tune on the radio. The two girls sang along, letting go of their worries, Luna's secret safely ensconced.

At the salon, as Jenny excitedly headed in, Luna stole a moment. She retrieved the gum container, showing Levi his gum-encased prison. With a sly smirk, she teasingly displayed the chewed gum from earlier, hinting at his eventual fate. Whispering a playful "Ready for later?" she gleefully sealed the container, the weight of her secret making her steps all the more buoyant.

—

Imprisoned in the confining shadows of the container, Levi's existence seemed to stretch into an interminable nightmare. The world outside, filled with the banter of girls, the buzz of hairdryers, and spontaneous laughter, played on, creating a surreal backdrop to his humiliating reality. Reduced to the form of a chewing gum piece, the stark contrast of his situation to the mundanity outside magnified his degradation.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of Luna's voice receded. She was probably being summoned for a service. Panic gnawed at Levi as her footsteps grew faint. Where had she left him? Displayed in plain sight or hidden in the recesses of her purse? Uncertainty loomed, escalating his anxiety with every passing second.

A new terror emerged when Jenny's voice cut through the turmoil of his thoughts. "I'm sure Luna wouldn’t notice if I took just one," he made out from her light chatter. Fear surged through him as the container stirred from its resting place.

Light flooded in as the lid opened, revealing a sea of identical gum pieces, but towering above them was Jenny's unmistakable face, eyes flitting over the container. Memories of their stolen kiss last summer flashed before him, juxtaposing his surreal situation with a tender past. Her eyes, once filled with affection, now regarded the contents with mere casual interest, ignorant of the trapped soul within.

Levi's pulse quickened as her massive fingers reached in, selecting a piece of gum. He watched, breath held, as she placed it in her mouth and began to chew. A fleeting sigh of relief gave way to horror as the container's lid closed, returning him to darkness.

Images of being crushed between Jenny's teeth consumed him as he heard her chewing outside his prison. He trembled at the thought, thankful that he wasn't the chosen piece.

His fleeting reprieve ended as the lid was abruptly opened, revealing Jenny's face once again, her cheeks bulging with the gum she was avidly chewing. "One isn't quite satisfying enough," she remarked casually, her words echoing ominously in Levi's minuscule ears. The fingers that once caressed him during a romantic summer now loomed with an intimidating intent. Panic seized him as they reached for the gum encasing his trapped form. As he was hoisted from the container, the magnitude of his helplessness was thrust into sharp focus.

The elevation granted him a sweeping view of the salon: customers absorbed in mirrors and chat, the daily hustle and bustle, and there, in the midst of it all, was Luna. His sister was engaged in light conversation with a stylist, completely unaware of her brother's peril.

Time seemed to stretch as Levi's world focused solely on Jenny's face. Memories of their past affection were now a bitter irony as he faced a horrifying destiny. He was not about to share a loving moment but was poised to become a fleeting pleasure, about to explore her mouth's inner recesses in an unimaginably humiliating way.

Jenny's mouth opened, and she slid him in without hesitation. The instant immersion in warmth and moisture was overwhelming, the air filled with the tang of mint mingled with her potent breath. Beneath him, her supple tongue moved, still tinged with the remnants of chewed gum, foretelling his imminent fate.

A piece of previously chewed gum lay beside him, crushed and deformed against her molars. The grisly sight was both a vivid preview and an unrelenting reminder of what awaited him.

Her massive tongue shifted, guiding him towards the towering molars. "N..no Jenny!" he cried in silent terror. A momentary glance outward reflected Jenny's face in the salon's mirror — the same girl who had filled his innocent daydreams. Her eyes, however, were engrossed in a magazine, completely indifferent to the terrifying sensation she was causing on her taste buds.

The cavernous walls of her mouth inched nearer, the gleaming molars casting a shadow that seemed ready to engulf him. Nearby, the remains of the other piece of gum were a twisted ruin, an unambiguous testament to Jenny's chewing power.

Terror engulfed Levi. Despite knowing he would feel no pain, primal fear overrode reason. The looming threat of obliteration consumed every thought. A scream welled up but found no outlet, fading into a soundless, anguished cry. Jenny's tooth began its inevitable descent, meeting its counterpart with a soft, wet sound, plunging Levi into unending darkness.

—

As Luna's salon session came to a close, she admired her refreshed look in the mirror, content with the subtle touch-up to her makeup. Though she required little enhancement, she knew that Jenny, still immersed with her hairstylist, had more extensive plans for her appearance. Luna's eyes assessed her friend's ongoing work, concluding that it would be another half hour at least before Jenny was finished.

Settling into a comfortable chair beside her friend, Luna grasped her warm tea, relishing its comfort. "Hey there," she greeted Jenny through the reflection, her smile radiant. The friends engaged in effortless banter, praising each other's beauty and musing over the salon's offerings.

Feeling whimsical, Luna decided to grab some gum from her purse to refresh her breath. "Could really use some gum right about now," she said softly to herself. But as she unscrewed the lid and looked inside, alarm seized her. The particular piece of gum where she'd left her shrunken brother was missing.

A wave of panic washed over her. "No, no, no," she thought, anxiety tearing at her insides. "Where could he be?" Desperately, she rifled through the container, feigning nonchalance while her fingers scrambled amongst the gum pieces. Her search yielded nothing.

Then, she noticed something—the soft, rhythmic chewing of Jenny. Luna's heart pounded as realization struck. A tumult of emotions flooded her: the excitement of the unforeseen, guilt over her carelessness, and sincere concern for her brother's well-being.

With trepidation, she asked, "Uh, Jenny? Did you take some of my gum?"

Jenny looked surprised at the question but responded with a mischievous grin, biting down on the gum and pushing it forward for Luna to see. She pulled it back with a teasing smile and blew a bubble. "Yeah, I did. Why?"

The sight was both mesmerizing and surreal for Luna. Inside Jenny's mouth was her brother, unrecognizable and utterly at the mercy of his crush. Luna could almost feel the acute humiliation he must be enduring. Her emotions churned, but amid her internal chaos, a spark of exhilaration ignited.

With a practiced nonchalance, Luna offered a breezy smile. "Oh, it's nothing," she said, reclining with an air of newfound assurance. "Keep chewing, girl," she added, her wink playful, deftly guiding their conversation back to more ordinary matters. Her secret was safe, at least for the moment, and she found herself surprisingly thrilled by the turn of events.

Levi's mental cries resounded in the prison of his mind, unheard by the world around him. "No Luna, please don't!" he wished to scream, but no sound could escape. The essence of his once-proud self was now trapped in a gummy form, rendered helpless and unrecognizable by a situation far beyond his understanding.

As Jenny nonchalantly drew him back into her lips, the image of his sister Luna, his potential savior, vanished, swallowed by the abyss of Jenny's cavernous mouth. The next moment was one of pure agony, as the force of Jenny's molars bore down on him once more, fusing him into the gum she'd been savoring.

The last 10 minutes had been a storm of unadulterated chaos. The humid, enveloping warmth, the relentless pressure, the sharp tang of saliva mingling with mint—all these sensations assaulted his senses, overwhelming him. The memory of Jenny's teeth cutting through the gum, the shockwaves of humiliation it sent through him, was still searingly fresh. Then, with each chew, his very identity seemed to dissolve, blending with the chewed gum in a disorienting cycle of compression and release.

The moment when he was stretched thin, pressed against Jenny's lips as she blew a bubble, had been particularly harrowing. The wet sounds, the taste of lip gloss, the chill of the outside air—all these sensations juxtaposed with the humid confinement of her mouth. In the distorted reflection of the delicate bubble, he glimpsed a minimized, contorted world, where he himself seemed to disappear, making him question his very existence.

Each time he felt the pull of possible freedom, only to be drawn back into that wet, dark cavern, it served as a cruel reminder of his predicament. The casual conversation and laughter of the girls stood in jarring contrast to his disorienting ordeal.

"Luna!" His soul ached, seeking comfort in thoughts of his sister. With every bite, every splash of saliva, every brief view of the world through the gaps in Jenny's teeth, Levi's mind cried out, "Luna, get me out!" But there was no escape from this hellish experience, filled only with feminine sounds, tastes, and sensations that continued to dominate his reality.

Meanwhile, Luna's eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned in closer, a playful smile dancing on her lips. Watching Jenny chew, she felt a familiar thrill, fully aware of the extraordinary experience her brother was enduring. As she took a sip of her drink, her thoughts turned to Jenny's own adventures, wondering if she had ever played with tinies. Her curiosity blossomed into words, effortlessly asking, "So, Jen, tell me about your experiences with the shrinkbox" Her voice was casual, hiding the intense excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

Inside the wet confines of Jenny's mouth, Levi was jerked around by her tongue, pressing him further into the gum. His humiliation deepened as Luna's muffled voice made its way into Jenny's mouth. "Of all the times, why now?" he mentally groaned, dreading the answer and the implications of Luna's question.

Jenny paused her chewing, taken aback by the unexpected question. "Well, that's random," she said, her voice booming within her mouth and resonating through the gum, reverberating into Levi. She resumed chewing thoughtfully, an alien dance of lips, tongue, and teeth which Levi struggled to predict.

With a coy smirk, Jenny leaned closer to Luna, whispering as if she were about to share a great secret. "Okay, I’l admit, I have." Her words, teasing and playful, echoed in the cavernous space, making Levi's already surreal experience feel even more dreamlike.

Luna's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her bubbly nature flaring up with excitement. "Oh, do tell!" she urged, leaning in even more, eager to know the details.

Jenny, however, hesitated. The confident, flirty demeanor she'd displayed only moments ago faded slightly. Just as she opened her mouth to spill the beans, a shade of pink tinted her cheeks, her eyes darting away. "I...I don't know," she murmured, a hint of uncertainty and embarrassment evident in her voice.

"Why'd you stop?" Luna probed further, her curiosity even more piqued by Jenny's sudden reticence.

With each word exchanged, Levi's predicament seemed all the more humiliating. Here he was, squashed into a piece of gum inside Jenny's mouth, while outside, the two girls were casually discussing experiences with tinies. The situation's absurdity wasn't lost on him. And now, even Levi found himself curious about the story Jenny was withholding.

Jenny took a moment, mulling over her words, chewing on the gum thoughtfully. The rhythmic pressure on Levi intensified as he waited, each squelch serving as a reminder of his unfortunate situation.

The anticipation built, not just for Luna, but ironically for Levi too. For a moment, amidst the sensation of being chewed on, their interests aligned, both desperately wanting to know why Jenny stopped.

The salon's atmosphere was filled with the hum of quiet conversation, interrupted only by the occasional snap of scissors or whir of a hair dryer. Luna sat in her chair, sipping her tea, eyes keenly locked onto Jenny, waiting for the story.

Jenny took her time, seemingly relishing the suspense. She blew a playful bubble, and Levi found himself momentarily pulled away from the warm, wet confines of her mouth, catching a fleeting glimpse of his sister's eager face before being sucked back into his squelchy prison. He could feel Jenny's molars, like giant, unyielding stones, pressing against him from either side, trying to crush him into nothingness.

With a playful chuckle, Jenny met Luna's eager eyes. "Okay, Luna, since you're so persistent," she began, her grin widening as she leaned back at ease. "You might think I'm quite confident, but having someone so tiny and helpless under my control made me...nervous." Her voice trailed off as she pushed the gum, and consequently Levi, into her cheek. He felt compressed and insignificant, like a piece of forgotten food she had decided to stash away for later.

She resumed, her voice adopting a more mischievous tone. "So, my best male friend, who's... well, firmly in the friendzone," Jenny confessed, a sheepish smile playing on her lips as she hinted that it might have been her doing. "He offered to be my little experiment, eager to let me explore the shrinkbox's capabilities. He even set it for a whole week, allowing me to shrink and toy with him whenever I fancied." She paused, her cheeks coloring. "He clearly wanted me to test him after school, hoping perhaps for some romantic spark to ignite," she added with a blush.

Luna's interest was further aroused, and she leaned in, eyes wide with curiosity. "Okay, so what went down that made you so reluctant to talk about it?" she probed.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jenny's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, her excitement mingling with embarrassment. "Well, our friendship has...changed," she stammered, followed by a nervous giggle.

Luna, her eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation, leaned closer and whispered, "What did you do?"

Levi's heart pounded as Jenny's movements caused her to lean closer to Luna. Her lips parted slightly, and through the opening, Levi glimpsed a gigantic view of Luna's ear. He realized Jenny was about to reveal something scandalous, and both he and Luna waited, spellbound.

"In a moment of...I don't know...curiosity?" Jenny's voice became a soft murmur, laden with both guilt and a touch of wicked pleasure. "I placed him into my...butt."

Luna's laughter exploded forth, almost causing her to choke on her tea. "You did what?!" she cried, her voice a cocktail of disbelief and amusement.

Jenny's face turned a deep crimson as she slowly nodded. "I remember his expression when he realized where he was going...I even told him it was fitting," she confessed, her voice filled with shame and arousal. "Instead of shrinking him multiple times, I...I left him there. The whole week." Her voice broke, a complex blend of excitement and remorse. "Well, except when I had to take care of necessities," she added, her voice trailing off, her expression laden with guilt.

Luna, struggling to regain her composure, laid a comforting hand on Jenny's shoulder. "Oh, Jenny," she managed between peals of laughter, "that's both terrifying and hysterical."

Leaning back, still flushed, Jenny's voice grew soft and reflective. "It just felt...incredible," she whispered, lost in thought.

The two women exchanged a knowing glance, silently acknowledging the fascinating and perplexing appeal of such power dynamics. Meanwhile, Levi, ensnared within the gum, was left to stew over this shocking revelation, his emotions a chaotic storm of bewilderment, disbelief, and abject humiliation.

Within the damp and constricted confines of Jenny's gum, Levi's emotions were in turmoil, a blend of terror and disbelief at Jenny's recounting of an entire week's entrapment in such an intimate location. Jenny was undoubtedly beautiful, but the idea of being trapped inside her for so long, especially in such a personal place, was inconceivable.

A sudden wave of fear washed over him at the realization that Jenny might inspire Luna with similar ideas. The horrifying image of himself being secreted away inside his sister's behind day after day, for her own twisted enjoyment, made him quiver with revulsion.

Luna's laughter, ever effervescent and playful, resonated around him, intensifying his sense of mortification. "I mean, if I were that guy, I'd be furious with you," she laughed, eyes glittering with mischief. She reveled in the imagined embarrassment Levi must be experiencing, trapped and humiliated within the gum.

Jenny's own laughter joined Luna's, the sensation of her mirth reverberating around Levi, heightening his humiliation. "Hey, he volunteered! You can't blame a girl for sticking to the agreement," she defended herself but then softened. "But yeah, it was wrong..." she conceded quietly, just as a salon employee returned to attend to her hair. Seizing the opportunity for some playful retaliation, Jenny probed Luna, "What about you, Luna? Any shrinking stories of your own?"

Luna, bold and unabashed, flashed a broad smile. "Oh, all the time! I think the shrinkbox is the greatest invention since, I don't know, the wheel?" Her laughter rang out, and she caught the amused smirk of the salon employee, despite the woman's professional facade. Luna's eyes darted to Jenny's mouth with each bubble blown, winking mischievously at the gum, wondering if Levi caught her exuberant expression. "Honestly, it's the ultimate symbol of girl power," she proclaimed, relishing the sight of her brother vanishing once more behind Jenny's lips.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the employee's enthusiastic voice. "Oh, I absolutely love the shrinkbox!" she gushed, locking eyes with both of them, her face alight with excitement. "In fact, I'm going to ShrinkCon tomorrow."

Luna's reaction was instant and ecstatic. "ShrinkCon? What? Where? Tell me everything!" Her voice was a pitch of thrilled anticipation. Levi, however, was consumed by a sinking dread. Even through the muffled, wet sounds of Jenny's mouth, he could discern his sister's sharp inhalation. The thought of Luna discovering a new avenue to torment him sent shivers down his spine, and he mentally steeled himself for the ordeal that awaited him.

"Stop it, Jen!" he mentally screamed, feeling her carelessly mold the gum into a perfect sphere, trapping him in the warm, saliva-filled cavity, tasting the omnipresent presence of her tongue.

As he struggled to preserve his sense of identity within Jenny's moist prison, Levi was bombarded with details about the forthcoming ShrinkCon. Every word, every tantalizing insight, further underscored how society had embraced shrink tech culture. With each excited gasp or chuckle from Luna and Jenny, his dignity was eroded, trampled underfoot.

The employee's raised eyebrow conveyed genuine surprise at Luna's lack of knowledge. "Really? You haven't heard? The ShrinkCon is just around the corner, tomorrow and the next day. It's the traveling one," she added, referencing the most renowned of all shrinking conventions, an event eagerly anticipated by the shrinking community each year. "The news is all over the local papers." Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder to Levi of how far-reaching and accepted his humiliating existence had become.

Caught slightly unprepared, Luna's eyes widened as she quickly responded, "Oh, I'm on holiday here, so I must have missed it. Is it really happening here?"

The employee's face blossomed into a smile at Luna's evident enthusiasm. "Then you're in for a treat," she promised, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Meanwhile, Jenny's casual chewing continued, Levi's humiliation mounting as he remained trapped in the moist confines of her gum. Her interest piqued by Luna's joyous reaction, Jenny observed the proceedings with a blend of amusement and curiosity. The employee eagerly retrieved her phone and navigated to the ShrinkCon webpage, announcing with a broad grin, "Here, let me read the description of the event." Her excitement was palpable, and she was clearly thrilled to share this passion with them.

The employee's voice took on an entrancing tone as she began to describe the event: "ShrinkCon is a dazzling spectacle showcasing the very cutting edge of shrink technology. Designed to delight both giantesses and tinies, the convention offers a diverse range of attractions. From stunning displays of people parading their shrunken companions, to intricate costumes and daring BDSM equipment—there's truly something for every taste. Engage in trading, meet influential giantesses, and for those willing to pay a premium, experience being shrunk by them."

Levi's torment escalated with each vivid detail, his pulse quickening at the thought of further degradation and the spotlight that might shine on his pitiable state.

The employee's voice lowered conspiratorially as she hinted at something extraordinary. "Rumor has it there's a game-changing update on the way, building on the latest shrinkbox tech."

Luna's attention was seized immediately. "An upgrade? Something even more advanced than the smoothing feature?" she inquired, her eyes alight with anticipation. Jenny, feeling somewhat excluded from the technological conversation, chimed in with, "Smoothing?" Her voice echoed around Levi, increasing his disorientation and humiliation.

The hairdresser's response was swift, brushing off Jenny's question and finalizing her work on Jenny's hair. "Wait one minute, I'll finish her hair, and I'll be right with you," she said efficiently, her hands a blur of motion.

"Like what you see?" she asked Jenny, holding up a hand mirror to reveal the finished style.

"Sure do! Thanks!" Jenny replied, her approval clear. With a gracious nod, the employee turned her full attention to Luna, settling next to her and beginning to scroll through various updates on her phone. "So, it appears to build on the latest smoothing upgrade, but no details are available yet," she explained. "Oh, and look, even the CEO of ShrinkBox will be there. And there are prizes to be won."

"I'm Naomi, by the way," she added with a friendly smile, briefly meeting both girls' eyes before diving back into her phone.

Jenny, sensing that Luna and the employee were about to delve into a world of shared passion, gracefully bowed out of the conversation. "Alright, Luna. I'm off to the bathroom real quick, and then we'll head out?" she said, tossing a playful wink Luna's way.

Luna, utterly absorbed in her dialogue with Naomi, replied with an absent-minded "Sure, see you," her mind already spinning with thoughts of ShrinkCon and all the devilish schemes she could concoct involving Levi.

"N..no, Luna, don't forget me!" Levi's internal plea grew desperate as he was once more ground between Jenny's molars. The minty flavor had dissipated, replaced by a lingering, stale taste. "Please, sis, help!" he begged inwardly, his heart pounding in sync with the receding footsteps of Jenny as she made her way towards the bathroom, leaving him in a wet, nightmarish prison.

Caught in the relentless chew of Jenny's mouth, Levi felt utterly helpless and disoriented as he found himself trapped in the most intimate and humiliating situation imaginable. As Jenny entered the bathroom stall, he became increasingly aware of the depths of his degradation.

He had spent an entire year daydreaming about Jenny, romantically idolizing her from afar. But now, imprisoned in the wet folds of her gum, he couldn't help but wonder if he could ever appreciate her the same way again. The very thought of being his sister's toy, and now reduced to nothing more than an object in Jenny's mouth, gnawed at his soul.

The humiliation grew as he realized he was invading her privacy, trapped inside her mouth while she sat down on the toilet. He could see her underwear around her ankles, a sight that filled him with both embarrassment and a surreal curiosity. Was he even allowed to see this?

As Jenny blew a bubble, casually checking her socials while on the toilet, he squinted through the transparent film of the gum, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Was she on his profile? He couldn't tell, as suddenly he was slurped back into the wet confines of her mouth, once again ground between her molars.

A horrifying thought suddenly consumed him. The gum had lost its flavor. What was she going to do with him now? Panic seized him as he contemplated the possibilities—swallowed whole or flushed down the toilet. The images were too terrible to bear. "No, Luna, Jenny, no!" he mentally pleaded as he felt Jenny's teeth resume their relentless grinding.

Oblivious to his terror, Jenny hummed a happy tune, finishing up and moving to the mirror to apply a fresh layer of lip gloss. From his humiliating vantage point, the sight of her lips smacking together from the inside was utterly surreal and deeply unsettling.

Just when he thought he might be safe and that she was heading back to his sister, she took two steps and opened her mouth. A horrifying vision appeared before him: an open bin, full of disgusting feminine products. Time seemed to slow as she tried to spit him into it, but the gum clung stubbornly to her lips. With growing frustration, she finally managed to eject him.

He mentally screamed for her attention as he landed in the tiny bin, surrounded by horrifying items—discarded papers, empty toilet rolls, candy wrappers, and even more humiliating refuse. He was nothing but waste, just like the rest. The final degradation came as Jenny carelessly threw in her used paper towel, plunging him into darkness.

"No, please Luna!" he mentally begged his sister, the only one who knew he was there, stuck to a discarded piece of gum. But there was no help, only silence.

In a twisted moment of self-loathing, he realized that the whole situation had aroused him. He mentally screamed in frustration and anger at himself, trapped in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, completely alone and forgotten, lost in a nightmarish world that had once been filled with innocent fantasies.

—

Luna was finishing up at the cash register, animatedly discussing Shrinkcon with Naomi, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the bustling salon. The two traded phone numbers and socials, promising to connect again soon.

"So give me a call if you want if you're there," Naomi smiled at Luna, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "No pressure, but it might be fun to go together," she added, thoughtfully preparing two goody bags for her customers.

Luna's eyes caught Jenny approaching from the bathroom, looking refreshed and ready to leave. Her friend's beauty and poise made Luna feel proud to be in her company.

"Are you girls both done discussing your fetishes?" Jenny teased with a mischievous grin, eliciting smiles from both women.

"Nah, not yet," Luna responded playfully, matching Jenny's energy. "But we'll do that tomorrow maybe, will you join?" she asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

"Mmm, not for me," Jenny shrugged, a guilty smile playing on her lips. "Not ready yet to indulge myself in it after what happened last time," she winked knowingly at Luna, alluding to a past mishap.

"Your loss!" Luna retorted, her smile wide as she handed both goody bags to Jenny. "Can you carry these, babe? I want to order tickets for Shrinkcon as we walk," she asked, her voice lilting with anticipation.

Jenny rolled her eyes but chuckled, her affection for Luna clear. "Sure, hon, let's go."

They said their goodbyes to Naomi and headed to their car, Luna completely engrossed in yapping away to Jenny about Shrinkcon and purchasing the tickets. Her helpless brother's predicament momentarily forgotten, she felt a wave of excitement about the day ahead.

Once in the car, Luna's mood soared even higher as she successfully bought the tickets, her mind already reeling with thoughts of the fun day to come. She felt invincible, the wind breezing through her hair as she drove, music playing, her worries left behind.

"Can I have a new piece of gum, Lun?" Jenny asked, casually reaching into Luna's bag.

"Sure, babe..." Luna began, but her voice trailed off as a huge wave of panic washed over her.

"W... wait... what?" she stammered, her eyes widening in horror as she saw Jenny popping in another piece of chewing gum into her clearly empty mouth.

"W...what did you do with your old one??" Luna's voice trembled, guilt and shock mingling within her.

"Hmm? Oh, I spat it out in the toilet bin," Jenny replied nonchalantly, absentmindedly chewing. "Lost its flavor."

"N...no!" Luna's thoughts screamed. "How could I've been so careless!" Ashamed and horrified by her carelessness, she realized her toy, her brother, was trapped in a bin in a toilet of a random hair salon, waiting for her.

As much as the thought excited her dominating kink, she shook her head fiercely, scolding herself, "Get it together, Luna!" With newfound determination, she pushed the pedal, needing to drop off Jenny as soon as possible so she could retrieve her toy brother. The drive was a blur, her heart pounding with guilt, anticipation, and a strange thrill she didn't dare acknowledge.

—-

Levi felt utterly scared, helpless, humiliated, and alone in the dark bin. The strong odor of feminine products filled his nostrils, and he felt degraded being among discarded feminine waste. The humiliation was unbearable, and a feeling of abandonment gnawed at him.

"Where are you, Luna!" he mentally begged, his thoughts frantic and desperate. Deep in his heart, he knew full well that Luna would never leave him to rot. She loved him both as a brother and toy way too much, but clearly something had gone wrong. He had thought his sister had left her ditzy behavior at home when she started college, but he was wrong, so terribly wrong.

A mental whimper escaped him as he heard the distant sounds of the salon, followed by massive footsteps as another random woman entered the toilet. The harsh noise of urination reached his ears, and he grunted, his humiliation growing.

His mental retching became almost physical as the bin opened, and an unattractive woman threw a discarded empty toilet roll on top of him, along with a wet tissue from her hands. Revolted, he could only bear the humiliation, each moment an agonizing reminder of his helpless state.

With a humiliating realization, he noticed the gum beginning to harden, his form following the material's contours. "No, please, help me," he whimpered in the dark bag, partly drenched in Jenny's saliva and hardening at the same time. His body was stiffening, and fear clawed at his mind.

Suddenly, the massive door opened, and to his horror, he heard the sloshing sound of a wet mop on the floor near him. "Somebody is cleaning!" he realized, his mind racing.

Then, after the mopping was done, he heard footsteps approaching him. "N... no," he mentally begged as the bin opened. With a mental scream, two huge hands removed the bag, and he shifted deeper into it, his terror mounting.

To his utter horror, he saw the distorted figure of a female cleaner going towards a huge bag, secured in a metal cleaning cart. His heart pounded in his tiny chest, and he could scarcely breathe as the cleaner began to tilt the bathroom bin towards it.

He retched once again as he saw cut-off hair from the salon at the bottom. "No!" he mentally yelled, recognizing two familiar hair colors, probably one belonging to his sister, at the bottom. But his pleas were in vain.

There was nothing he could do as the cleaning lady tipped the contents into the big bag. The humiliation and disgust were overwhelming, and his mind reeled as the bin closed, sealing him in darkness once more. Trapped in a place so vile and degrading, he was left to await his fate, every passing moment a torment to his shrunken and helpless existence.

—

Levi's anger and fear were palpable in the vast bin. He had heard the cleaning lady drive the cleaning cart into a small room, and with a click of the light switch, the little light that had entered the bin disappeared, along with her presence. In the distance, he could hear the salon's happy sounds, a life that seemed very distant while he was, both literally and figuratively, trash in the woman's eyes.

Time passed excruciatingly slowly as he lay unable to close his eyes, staring into the darkness of the disgusting bin. His mind was a whirlpool of emotion, humiliation mingling with disbelief and desperation.

Suddenly, he heard hurried steps, and with a leap in his heart, he recognized the sound. It was his sister, Luna. "Oh no, it's empty!" she said, her voice distorted through the bin and door.

"Hmm, the cleaning lady must have emptied it. It should be in the cart; follow me," another voice responded, guiding Luna.

Levi's humiliation deepened as the light sprung on, revealing his surroundings in the bin once again. "So that girl was chewing on a tiny all the time?" a female voice excitedly said with a chuckle. He was sure it was the hairdresser who had cut Jenny's hair.

"Y...yeah, she didn't know though and spat him out," Luna said. Levi could hardly believe that Luna had actually told the woman what she did. She was so audacious.

Suddenly, the light entered the bin, and a second later, two giant, vibrant faces loomed over the top, making him feel incredibly small. Luna cringed her nose. "Eew," she said, the irony not lost on Levi.

The woman chuckled. "Imagine being him," she laughed and squinted her eyes. "Yeah, there are all kinds of toilet rolls and tissues; he's in there," she said, reaching in with rubber gloves.

He couldn't believe the scenario that played out above his head. Luna watched, a complex mixture of arousal and guilt in her eyes. Suddenly, she spotted him. "There, next to the toilet roll," Luna said with relief.

"Yes, I see it!" the woman exclaimed as two enormous digits lifted him up, his tiny form almost unrecognizable.

"Eww," Luna said once again, looking at the gum covered in hair, causing the woman to chuckle. "You put him there," she laughed, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"Now, you promised!" the woman laughed, a playful tone in her voice. "Unsmooth him, I want to see him," the hairdresser giggled, her excitement clear.

Levi's humiliation was complete. Exposed, degraded, and now the object of curiosity and amusement, he was at the mercy of his sister and a stranger. His mind reeled with the conflicting emotions of excitement and utter degradation, his shrunken state a constant reminder of his helplessness.

—

A tingling sensation spread over Levi's body, yet it was more difficult to "unsmooth" him, as his body slowly had to make its way through the gum. He felt very small as the two women watched in awe, their eyes wide as he slowly appeared, a miraculous transformation from object to living being.

Finally, his voice returned. "Luna! How could you..." but he couldn't even finish his sentence as the woman removed her rubber gloves and pinched him between her eager fingers.

"Wow, this one is cute!" she giggled, bringing him toward her staring eyes. He felt pathetic and small as the woman, whose name he later learned was Naomi, turned and twisted him before her eyes. "It's so incredible to see them like this, right?" she giggled, her eyes sparkling with fascination.

Luna smiled a bit guiltily, her excitement tempered by the realization of her mistake. "Yeah, they are, but I messed up with this particular scenario," she said, biting her lip. Levi was genuinely surprised as she mouthed a "sorry," her eyes reflecting genuine remorse even as Naomi continued to fondle him. Not that he was ready to forgive her.

"So who is he?" Naomi asked, her tone light and teasing. "Can I have him?" she grinned, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Or is he linked to your box?" The thought that his sister could give him to a random woman horrified Levi.

"No, he's linked to mine," Luna said, holding out her hand.

"Aaww, that's too bad," Naomi said, placing him in Luna's palm and leaning in, her massive face looming before him. "You sure would have made a good condiment on my sandwich," she giggled, her words conjuring flashes of memories of being eaten accidentally by Luna.

The massive woman laughed at Levi's reaction. "So who is he, if you want to tell that is?" she said, looking up to Luna.

"I.. I, eh," Luna stammered, clearly in discomfort from the question.

"Someone from home?" Naomi giggled.

Luna only nodded.

"And you took him on your holiday?" she pried further.

"Yes," Luna answered shortly but with a polite smile.

Naomi looked straight at Levi in amusement, her mind reeling with curiosity. But she decided to stop her prying now. "Well, good for you, little man," she winked and stood fully up.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit guilty," Luna said, her voice soft. "I should be more careful."

Naomi nodded. "Yeah, you should," she giggled. "But I'm not that much better," she chuckled.

Luna laughed nervously and looked at Levi. "We'll talk later, ok?" She said, her grin returning, excitement bubbling up again at having her toy back.

"Now where to put you," she mused, her eyes twinkling.

"W-what, no, Luna, enough, I don't want to be 'put' anymore!" Levi yelled, his voice cracking with frustration. Naomi chuckled at his distress.

"I got just the thing, wait here," she giggled and disappeared, leaving Levi once more at the mercy of his sister's whims, his emotions a complex tangle of relief, humiliation, and lingering anger. The experience had left him feeling more exposed and degraded than ever before, a toy to be played with, a curiosity to be examined, all under the watchful eyes of strangers.

"Where were you, Luna!" Levi growled at his big sister, his voice sharp with anger. "You were so careless today!" he screamed up to his massive sister, his eyes filled with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

"Yeah, I know..." she said, and he was taken aback by her sudden release of relentless dominion. For a fleeting moment, it almost seemed she was his equal, the sister he knew before all this madness. "I know, I know, I just got really caught in... something," she said, her voice gentle as she stroked his hair. "I forgot about you for a second... Sorry."

"F... forget?" he stammered, taken aback by the audacity of her statement. To forget about him being tiny, helpless, and her shrunken toy that she humiliated minute by minute seemed unthinkable.

She shrugged, a playful smile crossing her lips. "Yeah, forget..." she said simply. "Sorry, you know how I am sometimes." He looked at her, appalled, wondering how she could so casually dismiss him, not even thinking about him while he was in the trash, while he was being chewed by Jenny.

"So how was it in Jenny's mouth?" she giggled, her eyes dancing with mischief, and just as he was about to figuratively chew her out, Naomi came back.

"Come, Luna, the rest of the employees are eating. I will redo your hair," Naomi said with a wink, her tone light and breezy.

Levi couldn't even begin to answer as Luna's hand closed around him. With a yelp, he saw the gigantic salon around him, his view shifting wildly as he was carried. "Why is she redoing her hair?" he thought, a sinking feeling in his stomach that it would probably be bad for him.

He could hear a distant whisper of Naomi and a giggle from Luna as her phone appeared, and she opened the shrink app. He suddenly grew a bit. "Now where is that option..." Luna mused, her fingers deftly scrolling through lists of body alterations. "It's there," a sudden massive finger of Naomi helped her out. "Ah, right," she said, and Levi could feel his body tingling, but he wasn't smoothed on anything.

"Now give him to me," Naomi giggled, her eyes twinkling as he was swiftly placed on her giant hand.

"Now, this is new—a bit of a small gimmick, but it's fun," she laughed. He couldn't tell what it was, but it seemed like some kind of elastic rope with two loops at both ends.

He tried to fight her, but she put both feet in the loops and closed them, trapping them inside. He protested, begging her to stop, but Luna watched with amusement as Naomi handled her brother like a common accessory. "Luna, help!" he cried, his voice desperate, but the woman bent him forward and looped his wrists in the loops, closing them as well.

"There!" the woman cheered, her face glowing with satisfaction. "Did you make him elastic?"

"E...elastic?" he cried out, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief. "Sure did!" Luna said from above him, her voice light and cheerful.

"Good!" Naomi laughed. "Great update, huh?" She pulled on his belly, and to his utter horror, his body moved along like a closed elastic band.

"N...no, what's happening!" he yelled, panic rising as he was brought before his sister's laughing face.

"Luna, meet your new hairband!" Naomi presented him, her laughter ringing in his ears.

"Please!" he whimpered, humiliation washing over him as he looked up into his sister's amused gaze. Her guilt was already fading, replaced by a spark of joy as she gasped, taking him from Naomi and stretching his body like he was just a scrunchy.

He could do nothing but endure as he saw the front side of his body, like the inside of an elastic hairband. "Stop!" he yelled, his shame complete as his sister's fingers stroked his backside, tracing his full outline, moving from his back, over his head, over the back of his legs.

"So cute," she said, her voice soft as she ended at his butt. She gave it a few playful pats, making him blush from shame and arousal. 

"So Luna, braid or just a tail?" Naomi asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she held out her palm, waiting for Luna's decision.

"Hmm, I don't know," Luna responded, her eyes narrowing in thought, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. She unceremoniously dumped her living scrunchy brother into the waiting hand. His tiny voice filled with rage and despair, "How about nothing!" he screamed, his words barely reaching the two gigantic women as he was brought behind his sister's head. The thick, healthy strands of Luna's hair patiently awaited him, waiting to be held up by his humiliated form.

"Hmm, maybe a braid will make him swing too much, and I have to make it up for him, for, you know, being chewing gum," Luna giggled, her laughter light and unconcerned. 

"What, that is not making it..." Levi's voice trailed off, his words lost to their merriment.

"So let's do a ponytail instead! Just a simple tail will do," Luna decided, her words carefree and her thoughts far removed from her brother's plight.

"Good choice!" Naomi agreed, setting Levi down for a moment. "Mind if I cut a tiny bit of hair? You won't see it." After Luna's nonchalant agreement, Naomi brought the loose strand towards Levi, his eyes widening in terror.

"W..what are you doing?" he stammered, but Naomi just winked and placed him in her hands, his head on top of his sister's hair. "Sssh," she teased, wrapping Luna's hair over his head, forcing his mouth open, gagging him with his own sister's hair.

The realization hit him with the force of a slap. He was being gagged by his sister's hair, the very strands he had once found in disgust on the couch back when he was full-sized. Now, they were in his mouth, silencing him, degrading him, turning him into an object of humiliation. The texture of the hair against his tongue, the scent of her shampoo invading his nostrils, every sensation was a reminder of his degradation. She found another role for her brother; a mere accessory to her beauty.

"Perfect!" Naomi's giggled pulled him back to the reality of his predicament as she tied a knot with the hair.

Levi's protests were lost to the world as Naomi collected his sister's hair, styling it with practiced ease. His struggles were futile, his humiliation complete, as Naomi brushed and folded Luna's hair, pulling his elastic form open to receive the thick strands.

He caught sight of himself in a distant mirror, nothing more than a flesh-colored scrunchy about to hold up his sister's hair, his body stretching to accommodate the dark strands as they pushed through his open form. The sensation of her hair gliding through his elastic body was both alien and intimate, a violation of his very being.

With a final yelp, he settled into place, his face buried deep in his sister's hair, his body a slave to her movements. Every shift of her head, every playful toss sent waves of sensation through his humiliated form.

"Oh my God!" Luna exclaimed, her fingers caressing his tiny, trapped butt with a delighted giggle. Her hair swayed from side to side, held up by her living scrunchy, her brother's shrunken, humiliated body. "So cute!" she chirped, her eyes sparkling with joy, her thoughts of guilt and empathy long forgotten in the pleasure of her playful domination.

Suddenly, the world shifted for Levi as a massive hand lifted his head for a brief moment. He groaned into his sister's hair gag, his vision just barely clearing the thick strands that ensnared him. For a fleeting instant, he found himself staring into the face of Naomi, her eyes filled with curiosity as she inspected him.

"He doesn't seem too happy," Naomi observed, her voice tinged with amusement. She gently turned his head back towards his sister's hair, her touch tender yet dismissive. With a helpless, gagged no, she pressed him back between the thick strands, wiggling the back of his head playfully. Levi's mind reeled with humiliation, unable to reconcile his helplessness with his sister's disregard.

"Well, he should be," Luna laughed, admiring her reflection in the mirror, the image of her own living scrunchy reflecting back at her. "This is just the way this tiny wants it," she said, her voice light and carefree, deliberately keeping Naomi in the dark about Levi's true identity.

"Besides," she added, grabbing her bag and standing up, her tone bright and cheerful, "he's going to be there for a while. I'm playing golf this afternoon." She looked at her reflection again, her brows knitting together. "Hmm, but I need something to cover him up," she mused, her voice thoughtful.

"Silly me!" Naomi exclaimed, slapping her forehead in mock dismay. "This goes with it." She reached for a broad, dark scrunchy, her movements swift and confident.

Levi's world lurched as the tail moved, his body forced along with it. Panic surged within him as fabric enveloped the outside of his trapped body. "No!" he thought, his mind a whirlwind of terror as his already trapped vision grew even darker and more claustrophobic, his entire head pressed deep into the bundled mass of his sister's hair.

"There!" Naomi declared, her voice triumphant. "Much better!" Luna's reflection smiled back at her, the broad scrunchy covering the living one perfectly.

"Thanks Naomi!" Luna giggled, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "This is fun. Hope to see you tomorrow!" She moved towards the door, her movements graceful and relaxed.

"And please don't tell my friend she chewed on a tiny if you see her by chance," Luna added, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of red.

"Don't worry, hon," Naomi reassured her, her smile warm and understanding. "Your secret is safe with me."

As Luna stepped outside, the door closing behind her, she heard Naomi's voice calling after her, laughter in her tone. "You have to tell me who he is sometime, though!"

Luna sighed in defeat, feeling her tail sway as she walked, the image of her helpless brother, reduced to a mere hair elastic, playing in her mind. "Oh Luna, you're helpless," she murmured to herself, a smile playing at her lips as she entered her car to pick up her mother for a round of golf.

—

Several hours had passed since Luna left the hair salon, and the world around Levi had been reduced to muffled sounds and the constant sensation of his sister's hair against his confined body. He was trapped, twisted, and turned with every movement Luna made as she played golf with their mother. The gag was unrelenting, the darkness complete, and his sister's hair flowed through him in a way that was unbearably humiliating. He felt helpless, his mind a whirl of confusion and shame. It was a state of mental captivity he imagined might be akin to that of bound-up slaves in some hidden BDSM dungeon.

Occasionally, Luna's fingers would slip underneath the real scrunchy that covered him, playfully exploring his trapped body, sometimes even pressing his head further in with a teasing wiggle. The intimacy of her touch, both tormenting and tantalizing, only heightened his feelings of degradation.

The humiliation reached a fevered peak when Luna's fingers pried the scrunchy open as they waited for a four-ball in front of them. She played with his arousal for agonizing minutes on end, teasing him to the brink of pleasure. He gasped into his gag, the app's settings of orgasm denial keeping him from any release. He felt her fingers fondle his erection, the sensations intensified by his confined state.

Mentally, he pictured his sister on the golf course, the way she looked, well-dressed in a flowing skirt. He had played golf with her many times, and she was quite skilled. He had always admired her appearance, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would become a hidden accessory to her attire, moaning from forbidden pleasure in her hair, tasting and smelling her shampoo, mixed with the sweat from her neck. The heat of the day was soaring, and he could only listen, trapped and degraded, as they continued their game.

"So, Luna, hun, did you hear anything from Levi?" he heard his mother ask, and his ears perked up at the mention of his name.

"Eh, no, not like the last few days," Luna replied, her voice hesitant, searching for an excuse.

"Hmm, I'm starting to worry, Luna," his mother continued, concern evident in her tone. "I mean, sure, he's probably just having fun and all, but a few messages wouldn't hurt, right?" Her words were punctuated by the sound of the buggy driving at full speed, Levi's body swinging along with the hills and turns, tethered to his sister's tail.

Luna smiled at her mother's choice of words but decided not to make a silent joke this time. "Well, you know how he is," she said, her voice casual. "He's fine." But deep inside, she knew she had to take action, to take control of his socials. The last time she had tried to get information from him, he had been trapped in her stomach. Perhaps this time, she should take a different approach. Her mind drifted as her mother exited the buggy to swing, and a grin played on Luna's lips as an idea began to form.

Within the dark confines of his sister's hair, Levi's desperation grew. He yelled for help into his sister's hair gag, smothered in her tail, trying to reach his mother, to tell her he was right there with them. But his cries were in vain, his voice unheard. A sense of dread washed over him as his sister got up to swing another driver, the motion of her swing a terrifying and constant reminder of his shrunken, helpless state. His fantasies had become his reality, and the humiliation was more intense than he could have ever imagined.

—

After an exhausting game of golf, Luna returned to her room, feeling slightly worn out from the day's activities and the demanding heat. She flopped down on her bed with a satisfied sigh, unintentionally pressing her trapped little brother deep into the pillow as she casually checked her socials. The thought that she needed his passwords loomed in the back of her mind, but for now, she was content to relax.

Levi, on the other hand, was trapped in a nightmare of humiliation. The sensation of being crushed under his sister's head, treated as nothing more than an accessory while she ignored him, was almost too much to bear. His attempts to free himself from the gag by chewing her hair had been futile, and the taste of her shampoo mixed with sweat lingered in his mouth. Every second was a reminder of his helpless state, and he could only wait, growing more humiliated and infuriated.

At last, Luna got up and removed the large hairband that had hidden him. He quivered from the sudden exposure to cool air and then recoiled in embarrassment as she nonchalantly slid him onto her wrist like an inanimate object, ignoring his identity as her living brother.

"Had fun, bro?" she inquired playfully, washing her hands. "Twenty points on nine holes! You're like a good luck charm!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with amusement.

Levi's face burned with shame as he observed her moving around the room, changing into a bikini. His emotions were a tangled mess of humiliation, anger, and a forbidden fascination he couldn't suppress.

"That looks uncomfortable," she said suddenly, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she noticed something that resembled a gag in his mouth, seemingly enjoying his distress. "You must love that," she teased, securing her hair with a regular elastic.

Her words stung, and Levi's humiliation deepened. He wanted to scream at her, to tell her to stop, but he was helpless, bound and gagged by his own sister.

"So, bro, we need to talk," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and faux concern. "Mom's worrying about you." Her fingers played with him, both gentle and mocking.

The anger inside Levi grew, mingling with his humiliation. He wanted to plead with her, to beg her to give him a break, to treat him like her brother again, not a toy.

"And we can't have that!" she chirped, her voice falsely cheerful. "So we're going to play a little game."

As she reached to remove his gag, her eyes widened in realization. "Oh, would you look at that? You've been gagged with my own hair? Naomi didn't even tell me!" Luna couldn't contain her glee, her laughter filling the room. "How adorable, you've been silenced with strands of my hair all afternoon."

The thought delighted her, planting a seed of future possibilities. 'I should explore some BDSM elements for more ideas,' she secretly mused.

With that, she finally removed his gag, freeing him at last. Levi's emotions spilled out, a torrent of humiliation, helplessness, and anger. "Luna, please," he stammered, his voice cracking. "Can't you just...just give me a break?"

Her smile didn't waver, but her eyes hardened. "Oh, Levi," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "You want this, remember? You told me all about it this morning" she smiled.

Levi's eyes darted toward the shrinkbox in the distance, a vision of temporary respite from his unending humiliation. He recognized his tiny pink apartment within the box and longed for the monotony of that confined space. Anything to escape another round of torment at his sister's hands.

"Luna, please," he begged, his voice quivering. "Just put me back in my apartment. Enough of this."

Her laughter was like a dagger to his pride, playfully dismissing his plea. Her hand reached into a drawer, retrieving a small plastic bag, and as she opened it, Levi's blood ran cold. Inside were a silver bar with clasps and two clear pink balls. His mind raced, knowing that yet another humiliation awaited him, but he couldn't yet fathom what it might be.

Luna's grin widened as she shrank him further with her phone, the sheer scale of her room becoming a terrifying reminder of his vulnerability. "Now, little bro," she cooed, her voice a mix of excitement and amusement, "hold still!"

A yelp escaped Levi's lips as the cold metal of the bar pressed against his back, positioned precisely between his buttocks. "No!" he cried, struggling to escape, but Luna's nimble fingers secured his ankles with a metal clasp.

She looked him over, a triumphant gleam in her eye, then pulled an elastic band around his waist, securing his arms by his sides. "Jeez, Levi, how many times have I tied you up these weeks?" she laughed, delighting in his humiliation.

Terror, humiliation, and a twisted sense of arousal mingled within Levi. "W-what are you going to do now?" he stammered, his voice thick with dread.

"Sssh, just wait," Luna whispered, picking up one of the clear pink balls and attaching the pole to it. Levi's world spun, his view switching between his gigantic sister and the room as she affixed him to the pink ball.

"I'm going to put you somewhere safe!" Luna announced, her voice light and carefree. "No more losing my precious brother in some bin. Nice and secure in my body."

Levi's heart stopped. "D-did you say... in?" he asked, hope and understanding warring within him.

She brought him closer to her waiting breast, and realization dawned. "N-no, wait!" he cried, struggling against his bonds. "No!"

"You," Luna boomed, her head looming above her breasts, "you, my little brother, are going to be your sister's nipple piercing!" Her laughter echoed in his ears, a cruel reminder of her power and his helplessness.

Levi's erection twitched uncontrollably as Luna brought his head towards the opening of her nipple. Her face, viewed from this unnatural angle, looked strange, yet its beauty was undeniable. He felt a strange warmth as his forehead disappeared into the soft tissue.

"How unreal is this, right?" Luna grinned down at her helpless sibling, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she wiggled him playfully in the hole.

"I..I..." he stammered, a blush spreading across his face as he teetered between humiliation and arousal. But reality crashed back as her grin widened, and she gleefully announced, "See you on the other side!"

"Wait!" he cried, but his words were cut off as her face vanished from his sight, replaced by the dark, suffocating warmth of her breast. The sound of her heartbeat filled his ears, deafening and relentless, as he was consumed by the sensation of her body around him. The warm tissue embraced him, the rhythmic pulse of her blood flowing through her veins a constant reminder of his own insignificance. The muffled sounds of her excitement reached him, adding to his disorientation and humiliation.

Time seemed to stretch as he was held captive within her, the sensations overwhelming and unending. And then, with a suddenness that left him breathless, his head plopped out from the other side.

Dazed and disoriented, he looked around, his eyes widening as they fell on her other breast, a distant and untouched twin to his current prison. He looked up, and Luna's delighted face filled his vision.

"Welcome back," she cheered, her cheeks flushed with arousal as the opening of her nipple closed around his neck. "No, please," he whimpered, feeling the ball at his feet become stuck in place. He tried to move, but the sensation only made Luna laugh, her pleasure poorly concealed. "Ooh, that's nice," she giggled, shaking her breasts for a moment. "Keep doing that, please!" she joked.

Refusing to indulge her further, he stopped and craned his neck, a mixture of shame and arousal washing over him as he took in the sight of his body disappearing into his sister's nipple. Her breast looked soft and pliant, inviting thoughts he knew he shouldn't entertain. "No!" he mentally chided himself, struggling to suppress his inappropriate feelings.

"Get me out!" he demanded, his voice breaking with desperation. But Luna only chuckled, leaning down to rest her head on her pillow, her eyes never leaving him. "No way, bro," she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she grabbed her phone. "You're going to stay there for a while, and the best is yet to come."

Levi's sight was an unreal and harrowing experience as Luna's face partly disappeared behind her phone for a moment. Trapped inside her nipple, he was surrounded by her body, stretching out in all directions, soft and inviting, carrying a slightly salty scent from her golf game earlier. His erection twitched involuntarily, and he mentally screamed at himself to get it together.

"Oh, you're still elastic," Luna said, more to herself than to her new living nipple piercing. She quickly adjusted his settings back to normal on her phone, and Levi felt his body tingle, though nothing seemed to change.

"So, bro," she began casually, her eyes focused on the app, not even looking at him. "As I said, Mom is starting to worry about your safety back at home. Well, your former home," she laughed, her fingers moving swiftly on her phone. "Now my nipple is your home," she joked, causing her breast to sway tantalizingly.

"Anyway, I really need your passwords," she continued, glancing at him briefly and noticing his defiant expression.

"No way!" he yelled, remembering the last time she'd tried to extract this information from him. "Never, remember!" he insisted, recalling the terrifying time he'd spent in her stomach.

"Hmm, yes," Luna giggled, turning her attention back to her phone. "But I will change my tactics this time," she continued, her voice laced with mischief. "Now let's make sure your orgasm denial is still on," she said deliberately, laughing as she felt him struggle within her nipple.

"Great, it is!" she announced, looking at him again. "Now, do you want to hear the deal?" she asked, softly pinching the nipple he was trapped in.

"No!" he shouted in defiance, but she continued anyway.

"Hmm, how to break this to you," she mused, smiling. "Ah, I know, do you remember when we used to watch Dragonball Z?"

"Uh... yes?" he replied, his curiosity piqued.

"Do you remember Goku going kaio-ken, and that he could multiply that by 20?" she asked, giggling at the shared memory.

"Well, that's what I'm going to do with your arousal," she laughed, turning her phone around so he could see. "I'm going to drive you fucking nuts!" she cackled.

"N...no, Luna, no," he whimpered, his eyes widening as he saw a slider labeled "Arousal Multiplier." It was currently set on one, and he was already feeling aroused from days of denial.

"No!" he screamed as she slowly pushed her finger on the slider, moving it to two. "Kaio-Ken times 2!" she cheered, and he gasped as a wave of overpowering arousal washed over him, his body quaking with unexpected pleasure within her nipple.

But he could also feel the orgasm denial doing its work, denying him release from the multiplied pleasure. His erection throbbed, his body writhing in arousal.

"No, Luna, please, let me cum!" he gasped in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

"Password?" she teased, her voice light and playful. "No?" she asked, receiving only squirms in response. "No orgasm then," she giggled, standing up. "Talk to you later, bro!" she laughed, putting on the top of her bikini, leaving him trapped and frustrated, ready for a late afternoon and evening at the pool.

—

An hour later, Luna was enjoying herself by the pool. She had swam for a bit, reveling in the sensation of her brother's struggles within her breast, before lounging on a sunbed.Jenny had made some cocktails, and there were quite a few people around, including her mom and some familiar faces who also owned holiday homes nearby.

Luna sipped from her cool margarita, swirling the ice around, all the while savoring the exquisite feelings in her nipple. She smiled to herself as she grabbed her phone. The arousal multiplier was currently at 4, but she thought it was time to push it to 5... no, 6. She needed a bigger jump – or perhaps she simply craved the additional pleasure. Her intentions were unclear even to herself.

Inside her bikini, Levi screamed in frustration and utter insanity, the heightened arousal driving him mad. "Stop Luna!" he yelled against the still slightly wet fabric that pressed against his face.

Suddenly, a huge finger opened the top of her bikini, and Luna's face, bathed in the late evening sun, peered in at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Password?" her soft voice reached his tiny, agonized ears.

But she hadn't broken him... yet. As he began to wonder if he could resist, he yelled back, "No!" Luna's face showed a playful appreciation as she commended him briefly before snapping her top back over him. Two seconds later, he felt even more intense arousal, knowing she'd dialed him up again.

"So Jen, are you going with me tomorrow?" Luna asked her friend, who was lounging on a bed a few feet away, her feet playfully in the air as she read a magazine on her belly.

"Don't know yet, Luna!" Jenny giggled, wiggling her butt in a way that reminded Luna of her past experiences with her tiny brother.

The sight of her friend's butt high in the air, shaking invitingly, briefly excited Luna, and her thoughts wandered back to her brother.

Levi yelped, momentarily confused as his sister's massive body rose, and her breast suddenly slammed against something bony underneath him, trapping and squishing him. He heard a surprised, playful shriek coming from the surface beneath him and realized with a mix of dread and arousal that his sister was deliberately laying on Jenny to tease him further. "Aw, come on, Jenny," his enormous sister giggled from above.

Jenny laughed, a bit surprised by her friend's sudden move. "What are you doing, Luna? Get off me!" she laughed, turning her body. Luna quickly relented, getting to her feet with a giggle. "Think about it!" Luna laughed before diving into the water, taking her increasingly tormented brother along for the ride.

—

Late in the evening, Luna found herself freshly showered and enjoying some alone time in her bed. Well, apart from her squirming brother, that is. She had some music on, and she was painting her toenails, dressed in a baggy shirt without a bra. The gentle brushing of her shirt against her wiggling nipple added to her pleasure, eliciting delightful sensations from her brother's struggles within.

Luna hummed a playful tune as she switched to her other foot, her mind drifting to her brother's resilience. He had vowed to be strong and resistant, and she found herself unexpectedly proud of him for resisting her even now. "But there will come a time he won't be able to," she mused, smiling to herself, picturing him trapped in her nipple for days, the multiplier set to the maximum. She grinned, reflecting on how it was already at 16. She had gradually turned it up during the evening: 8 during dinner, 10 for a late evening swim, 12 during her shower, and 14 when she went for a late-night tea with her mother.

Beneath her baggy shirt, trapped inside his sister's nipple, Levi was in a state of absolute mental chaos from horniness and arousal.

Pictures of Luna flooded Levi's mind, each one a tantalizing mixture of humiliating and hot. There she was, in her summer dress, looking so light and carefree. The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way she twirled, her laughter ringing in the air. The memories were so vivid, so raw, that he could almost feel her warmth, taste her wetness. How he'd been stuffed in her mouth, licked and sucked on, her tongue exploring him, her lips closing around him. The sensation of being trapped in her dildo, inserted into her wetness, the very essence of his sister surrounding him like a sleeping bag.

He remembered the feeling of being chewed on, the sensation of being used as an insole in her shoe, the rhythmic pressure of her footsteps. He recalled the way she had sewed him into her panties while she danced and laughed, her body moving to the beat, him trapped against her, a part of her secret rhythm. How she'd turned him into a tongue piercing, a clit piercing, how she'd trapped him in her body, made him an extension of her very being.

He thought of her smell, a fragrance that was uniquely Luna, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and sensuality. He thought of how she looked, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her smile a knowing, seductive curve. He thought of how she tasted, an exotic flavor that was all her own.

It was unnatural how arousing these memories were. Luna had become a sensual goddess in his mind, a figure of desire and domination. Every glance, every touch, every word was imbued with a sexual charge that drove him to the brink of madness. She had turned their relationship into a game, and he was her secret plaything, her private toy. And now, trapped and tormented, he was forced to confront the full intensity of his arousal, his desires, his utter submission to her.

The images continued to parade through his mind, each one a tormenting reminder of his humiliation, but also a testament to her power and allure. His arousal was no longer just physical; it was a mental and emotional craving, a yearning for her control, her touch, her very essence. His mind teetered on the brink, the onslaught of memories threatening to consume him. He was lost in a world of sensual fantasy and cruel reality, a world that only Luna had the power to create, and only she had the power to release him from.

And then, finally, he broke.

"Luna!" he yelled as loud as he could, his voice cracking in desperation.

There was no response. Luna continued to hum and paint her nails, oblivious to his agony.

"Luna!" he screamed again, but it was to no avail. He was at her mercy, even in this, forced to wait for her attention.

Finally, after ten excruciating minutes of screaming, Luna peered into her shirt, her nails now perfectly painted. "Passw..." she began, but was utterly surprised when she realized that he was frantically calling for her.

Her grin widened into an enormous smile. "You give up?" she said, her voice dripping with excitement.

"Yes, Luna," he replied, her large, arousing face only amplifying his humiliation. "Please, sis, let me release!" he begged, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and need.

"Wait, let me get my laptop," Luna cheered, her voice bubbling with excitement. Levi groaned in response, her face disappearing from view as her t-shirt brushed against her aroused nipple. He was thrust back into darkness, stuck in her nipple, as he heard the sound of her laptop turning on. Finally she removed her shirt, her movements continued to arouse him, but now he watched in both horror and arousal as she started to browse toward his email account.

She typed in his email address from when he was much younger, and Levi could feel a knot of humiliation tightening in his chest. "All right, bro, tell me," she giggled, her breasts wiggling slightly from her laughter.

"First let me cum!" he yelled, his voice tinged with desperation as her nipple hole caressed his body, amplifying his pleasure.

Luna laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Do you think I'm stupid?" She waved her finger playfully in front of him. "No, no, no, brother," she teased. "Password first, orgasms second," she added, her giggle piercing his heart.

"Fine, it's..." Levi began but suddenly stopped, feeling the humiliation wash over him like a tidal wave.

"What?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

"No, I can't tell!" he groaned, his voice filled with utter humiliation. "No!" he yelled, the realization that revealing his password was a new low in his humiliation.

But his desire for release was far greater than his shame. "I...It's... it's giantesslover69 with a capital G," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

His sister burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth. "No way!" she laughed, her breasts swaying with her insanely aroused brother trapped within. "That's so fitting!" she continued to laugh, calming down a bit. "Giantesslover69," she repeated, still giggling. "I'm definitely going to change that to Lunalover69," she added, typing in his password.

"I'm in!" she cheered. "I'm in, bro!" she laughed, thrilled that his password worked.

"Now let me cum!" he demanded, his voice muffled inside her nipple, but she wasn't done yet.

"No, I need to check your socials and then your message app," she said nonchalantly. "Then you cum," she added, laughing as she continued to browse.

He watched in utter horror and arousal as she logged in on several websites. "How dumb are you, bro?" she teased. "You should use different passwords," she laughed, delighting in the fact that his silly but fitting Giantesslover69 was used on every site.

"All right, bro!" she chirped happily. "Everything seems to be in order!" She grabbed her phone and assured him, "Don't worry, I won't ruin your social life."

Then, with a mischievous grin, she declared, "All right, I'll be a good sis, orgasm denial off!" His heart leaped with happiness. "But!" she said, and he looked at her, his eyes wide with fear. "Only one!" she giggled.

He screamed in utter frustration as her laughter echoed around him, and the last thing he saw were pristine bedsheets before she slammed her breasts into the bed. "Enjoy your orgasm, bro!" her muffled but massive voice rumbled as he heard the clicks of her scrolling through his socials.

He screamed again, trapped in her titflesh, unable to reach his penis to stroke himself. His only option was to shamefully hump the inside of his sister's nipple, succumbing to the most humiliating orgasm of his life.

Luna smiled, her face lit up by the computer screen as she felt his tiny body twitching in bliss, counting herself lucky that she remembered to switch off his actual cum a few days ago.

"Good for you, bro," she murmured, her fingers moving to dial down his arousal but stopping at level 5. With a shrug, she left him as aroused at that level, clicking the orgasm denial back on. She grinned as she opened his message app, considering what to send to the family's app to keep up the pretense.

"Oh, bro," she giggled as she started typing. "We are made for each other." Her words were light and carefree, but they hung heavy in the air, a final reminder of his complete and utter subjugation to her whims.