VERY Little Sister (M/f) (Patreon)

As kids grow older, they tend to change and grow out of certain phases of their life, one phase that never seemed to leave Jake however, was that he loved to tease and torment his little sister. He was six years older than she was, and he made sure she knew that meant he was in charge at every opportunity he got, their poor mother could only do so much, and she wasn't always around, Katie had to fend for herself most times, but things always went Jake's way.

If life was any sort of fair, it would have been Jake who contracted the shrinking virus, but of course, life isn't fair, it's often cruel, and when the initial shrink wave went out, it was Katie, not Jake, who found herself wading through waist high carpet fibers.

Their mother was horrified of course, but for Jake it might as well have been Christmas morning. Katie's new size was perfect as far as he was concerned, in fact it made sense, in his eyes Katie was finally her true self, exactly as she was supposed to be, and Jake couldn't have been more thrilled.

The games began soon after, and there were many. Jake enjoyed pretending as though he had no idea were Katie was, nearly crushing her under his sneakers or lowering his giant butt down on top of her when she was on the couch. More than once, Katie went for a swim in Jake's morning bowl of cereal, and even if she was skilled enough to dodge his spoon as it came to scoop her up,  Jake always ended the swimming session my dumping the remaining milk into his mouth, swishing it around and pretending like he was going to swallow Katie, before pinning her against his cheek as he swallowed, spitting her back out into his hand, laughing at the way she shook in fear.

His favorite method of torture however, was feet. He would purposefully wear his shoes without socks days at a time in order to build up his foot odor, chuckling as he watched Katie beg and plead not to be forced to smell his feet as he peeled his shoes of, wiggling his sweaty toes for her to appreciate just how nasty they could get. Of course this had a purpose, aside from the smell, Jake needed to make sure Katie kept busy, and so, every few days, when his feet were at their worst and even he was having trouble standing the smell, it was Katie's job to clean them, every damn inch. In between the toes, along the wrinkles of his sole, everywhere. 

"The smell isn't gonna get any better Kate" he said, chuckling as his sister took a defiant stance that he knew would break any moment, "If you want it to be over then you should probably get to work, the sooner the better!"