Go with Leslie Shrunk in an Amusement Park chapter 14 by Louka31

Your mom rolled you around in her fingers which was awkward. You hadn’t felt strange being naked in front of your giant family, but your mom’s touch - maybe because you like it a little too much - was definitely weird.

“I bet you’re famished,” you’re mom said. “I’ll cook us some dinner. Chicken casserole sound good?”

“That’d be amazing,” you said. Your mom was an excellent cook, and always whipped up something great.

“Anything for my little man,” she said snickering. That was your nickname when you were younger.

“Shelby, you can help me cook. Leslie, you can’t watch after your LITTLE brother!”

Your mom dropped you in Leslie’s hand. Leslie was the shortest member of your family, and the plumpest. Her long blonde hair was almost always in a ponytail, and she easily was the best looking woman in the house. She was 19, just a year older than you, but had always acted much more adult than you ever did, which was often super annoying. Leslie said nothing, but closed her fingers around you trapping you in her fist. You could tell you were gently swaying, assuming she was carrying you to the living room to watch tv. You were surprised when Leslie opened her hand and slid you off her palm, you landed on the night stand by her bed.

Leslie took her t-shirt off and you could see her massive breasts stuffed into a pink bra that was a size too small. Her belly slightly hung over her oversized gray joggers.

“Okay. Hopefully this isn’t weird. But I want you to indulge me here. Will you walk around on me? I just… I don’t know, ever since mom told us about you last night I just got really curious.”

“Uh, sure,” you said.

Your sister climbed into her bed, her head and shoulders propped up on a pillow that rested on the headboard. She plucked you up and placed your on her soft, smooth belly. Her skin was very pale, and not as toned as Janelle’s belly, which had a little extra weight, but not as much as Leslie’s. As you walked around you could see goosebumps start to form on her skin. You looked up to see her slide a Marlboro between her lips and light it. She smiled slightly before blowing the warm smoke between her tits and onto you. It smelled much different from the menthol smoke you’d grown accustomed to the last few days.

“This is weird,” she said. “But good weird.”

“Honestly, it feels kind of taboo,” you replied. “You’re my sister.”

“Does it feel wrong?” She asked rather quizzically.

You thought about your answer as a haze of smoke floated over you. Leslie was your sister. And you were in love with Janelle. You were an inch tall and naked on your sister’s belly, and alone with her in her room.

“I mean, yeah…”

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, exhaling on you again. “Do you want me to put my cigarette out and take you off my belly?”

“I just…. It’s… no. No I don’t.”

“Good,” she said smiling. “Let me know if it becomes too much.”

That statement made you wonder how far Leslie was expecting this to go.