Making Sis Suffer
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You had dreamt about getting back at Tulip a lot. Actually, that’s an understatement. You had dreamt about getting back at her every day since the first time she tried to crush our head between her fingers out of sheer callousness. You think that was back when she was two. Yes, you had dreamt of getting back at her, but in so many different ways. You had often thought about Tulip getting hit by a car, or stabbed, or shot, or blown up or eaten by a six hundred pound tiger or dissected by aliens, and that was just the tame fantasizes. One Revenge fantasy you’ve repeatedly had is reversing the roles between you and your sister. You’d be the normal sized kid and she’d be the ‘bug’. A bigger man would probably forgive and forget, but even if you were two hundred feet tall, you wouldn’t let Tulip off the hook. If you were giant, you would do everything imaginable to her that you could think of, from smothering her under your feet to swallowing her like a pill. You would be cruel and evil, but who can blame you? Your cruelest couldn’t compare to what this crazy bitch would do to you.
Take this situation for example. If Tulip had control over your body, the things she would make you do would scare a U.S. marine. You can only guess what her sick mind could come up with. Just thinking of that possibility of Tulip controlling you made your stomach turn. If Tulip controlled you right now, she’d make you kill yourself in the most painful and humiliating way possible. But she didn’t control you, you controlled her, and it was time to have some fun.
“How you doing? Are you enjoying your new role? Well, are you sis?” You laugh, knowing that she hates it when you call her ‘sis’. She’s holding you right in front of her face, so you get to see her expression as you taunt her for the first time in your life. The way she grits her teeth and her eyes bug out is the most beautiful thing in the world. Those massive sweeter puppies were very nice, but couldn’t compare to the gorgeousness of revenge.
“Kill me. Just kill me.” She growls through tightly clenched teeth, sending her saliva gushing towards you. You avoid a big glob of drool, having experienced quite enough of Tulip’s saliva for one lifetime. You look at her calmly, taking in the pure rage on her face. If looks could kill you’d be dead a thousand times over, but all Tulip’s death looks were doing was feeding the power trip you were on.
“Kill you? Why Tulip, why would you think I’d ever do such a thing? Unlike you, I know that death ends the fun and only causes trouble. Tell me Tulip, what were you going to tell mom when I didn’t come home? Were you so stupid that you thought you could melt me, then eat me, and then flush me without being found out? Speak up, bitch!” A shiver runs down your spine when you call your sister a bitch. You had always thought of her as a bitch in your head, but had never dreamed of calling her that to her face. It was liberating. Like you were getting some weight off your chest that you had never noticed before. Mom had once suggested you should see a therapist to deal with any repressed emotions, what bull. All you needed was to gain control of your evil sister’s mind and body. It is so simple.
Tulip tries to keep from saying anything, fighting your control with ever fiber of her twisted soul and she does keep from telling you, for all of two seconds. “I was going to tell everyone that Olga had sat on you by accident. Everyone would have believed it because that dumb heifer is so stupid. I was even willing to throw Ran to the wolves too if the fact we had acid was ever discovered. Those two morons would have been the perfect cover story,” Tulip grumbles, losing some of her fire after admitting the full story behind her plan. You stare at her, your jovial expression replaced by disgust.
“You would do that to your own friends?” You ask with total astonishment. You always thought your sister was only evil to you, but as it turns out, the psycho bitch could be just as cruel to normal sized people. Learning about this made Tulip’s assaults on you look less targeted. It kind of makes what she did to you seem less personal. Not that you’re going to go easy on her because of that. It just means that not only are you doing this out of revenge, but also to protect society from your Anti-Christ sister.
“Duh,” Tulip grumbles plainly. “If it gets rid of you, I’d send those two to the electric chair.”
“Why?” You ask, never fully understood that. You had never done anything to your sister, you weren’t your mom’s favorite or made her life worse in any way possible, but she purposely made your life hell even at her own loss. You remember she once faked being sick to get out from going to the carnival, a place she usually loved, so she could spend the day alone at home with you, making you suffer. That was the day she put you in the freezer and you nearly lost three toes from frostbite. Tulip gave up going to the carnival with your mom just to stick you in the freezer. It didn’t make sense. Today you were going to learn the truth and find out the reason your sister hates you so much.
“Beats the Hell out of me.”
“Huh?”
Tulip shrugs, looking unperturbed as she explains. “I don’t know why I want you to suffer anymore then any other person knows why they hate spiders. I mean, spiders can't hurt you or anything, but you still want to crush them when you spot one. There’s just something about you that I don’t like, but I’m not sure. Just the sight of you makes me feel sick and when you’re in pain it goes away. I see other people treating you like a human being and it looks wrong, like talking to a bug and expecting an answer. I wish I could understand why I hate you so much, but honestly I don’t know nor do I care. The only thing I know for sure is that I’ll feel a lot better when you’re dead.”
“Wow,” you mutter and shake your head. “Just wow,” you repeat and look at Tulip’s calm face as she stare back at you dismally. That was the creepiest thing you had ever heard. You could deal with your sister hating you over a sibling thing or even if she was one of these people that got off on abusing you, but she seemed to hate you simply for existing without any real reason to be found. She thought more of a bug then she did for you. At least with insects she didn’t instinctively seek to make them suffer. This was really freaking you out and you couldn’t let that happen. This was your big revenge on your lifetime tormenter. Enough psychoanalyzing, time for some good old fashion revenge.
“So Tulip, you hate me for no reason at all. What do you think about me touching you?”
Tulip’s face recoiled in disgust and she stuck out her tongue. Her hate filled eyes narrowed on you and that familiar rage boiled over inside her. “The only touching should come from me and involve my feet or my fists coming down on that bug body of yours.”
“No sexual thoughts about me then?” You chuckle darkly, making some suggestive gestures with your hands. You know several people found your size to be kinky, which you always found flattering, except for the one time a guy told you he felt that way, that was awkward.
“Do you have any sexual thoughts about piles of dung?” Tulip hissed, disgusted that you would even suggest that. Just because she sat on you and pressed you against various parts of her body, didn’t mean that she was in the slightest bit attracted to you. She wouldn’t call it incest because she never considered you family. If she did find you attractive, what she felt would be zoophilia because you were hardly human.
“Then this is really going to suck for you. Lower me to one of those big udders you’ve been hiding, I want to see how much my baby sister has grown.” You chuckle darkly as you see the look of horror eclipse the rage on Tulip’s face. What your about to do to her, is something out of her worst nightmare, but she can’t help, but lower her hand down to her huge breasts. You gaze upon her huge set of breasts, moving right up to her left boob. Even the tiniest breasts were giant to you, but Tulip’s double Ds were nearly house size from your perspective. Be round orbs of fat that wobbled on her chest as she lightly squirmed. Tulip was trying her hardest to pull you away from her chest, but was failing to budge an inch. Incapable of doing anything else, she started verbalizing her opinions about you.
“YOU FUCKING BUG! I’M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU, I’M GOING TO TOTURE YOU TIL YOU BEG TO DIE! I’LL CRUSH YOU FLAT, CHEW YOU UP, SQUAT OVER YOUR INSECT BODY AND TAKE A HUGE….”
“Shut up,” you calmly said and her rant was instantly halted. You take one last look at her as her face starts to go red, but her mouth remains shut. You wink at her before walking to the edge of her palm and reaching out, groping the side of her big boobs with both hands. Your finger’s sink into the supple flesh and then you push your hands forward, watching them disappear into the boob flesh. This is the first time you’ve ever really felt up a boob before. You’ve been crushed against breasts during ill-advised hugs, but had never grab a handful of a naked breast before in your life. It felt nice, but you wanted to feel more.
“Move your palm closer,” you command and Tulip listens. This should be considered wrong, she was technically your sister, but as she didn’t think of you as family, you felt the same way. You don’t know if you considered anyone your kin. Your mother and older sister hover over you like giants and neither one is very close to you. It was impossible to feel too connected with people that were a hundred times your size. You saw your mother and sisters as just people you live with, not family. Right now, you weren’t groping your sister, but an evil bitch that had treated you like crap for so many years. You were going to enjoy this.
You stand before Tulip’s fat tit; a huge pink nub nearly as big as your whole body. You have no idea how she hid hooters this size, nor cared, all you wanted to do was enjoy yourself. You squeezed your entire body against the hot soft flesh of her giant tit, fully embracing the bumpy nub. You felt your manhood harden, pressed firmly against the smooth hot flesh of her giant tit.
The warmth of Tulip’s breast felt amazing and you started rotating your body, moving from her rough nipple, onto her bumpy areola and then throwing yourself against her pale breast. You rub your face against it, smiling dreamily as Tulip makes you happy for the first time in your life. Lost in the sensation of smooth flesh, you start humping the side of Tulip’s breast, finding the supple breast to feel amazing against your raging hard-on. This is the most sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced, your getting to have the closet thing possible to sex at your size and utterly humiliate the person you hate the most. It was like a revenge dream and a wet dream rolled into one.
Slowly, you grind your crotch against Tulip’s supple breast. Your face is buried in that soft skin, but you know Tulip must be retching as you dry hump her breast. You take your time, rubbing yourself shamelessly against her breast, savoring the warmth and suppleness as your cock throbs. Your cock finds a small fold of fat and you slid in, a muffled moan shaking through you as you sink your member in. You start thrusting yourself into the crease, building up speed until the sound of your tiny body smacking your sister’s breast fills the bathroom. Her breast jiggles as you hump the whole boob. You grab onto the fatty flesh, gritting your teeth as you cum quickly. You weren’t trying to hold it in and you doubt you could have lasted longer even if you tried. This was your first time even touching a woman’s breast and the elation you felt about humiliating Tulip made you even hotter. Your first sexual experience and retribution against Tulip was already over. You would have to make your next experience longer and more humiliating for your beloved baby sister.
Swaying slightly, you back away from Tulip’s breast, seeing your seed smeared against the side of her breast. Laughing softly at the tiny stain on the massive mammary, you look up at Tulip’s looming face and give her a big smile. “Was it good for you?” You tease Tulip and ask to be lifted up. You come up to her giant face and let out a hoot, Tulip’s expression is priceless. Her eyes were bulging out of her skull and looked like they might pop any second. Her nostrils are flared like some big dumb bull ready to charge. She was biting into her lower lip so hard that blood was running down her chin. She was probably thinking about using those gleaming white incisor to cut you in half, but she couldn’t, all she could do was watch as you made her life Hell. Revenge is the greatest.
“Put me back down by the sink,” you commanded and Tulip does as she’s told, not uttering any sound. She must still be following your last command to shut up. You wonder how long she’d follow that command. If you left her right now, would she never be able to speak again or was it only in effect when she was in your presence? Testing your abilities would have to come later, right now, you’d savor your victory.
“Tulip, Tulip, Tulip, I’ve made such a mess on your chest, but who can blame me? You got some very nice cans and there's so much I can do with them. Maybe I’ll make you lick me cum off them or make you flash everyone at school or maybe I’ll tell you to get a piercing, would you like someone to stick a big sharp needle into your titties?” Your random suggestions make Tulip’s face twist into several expressions of horror, disgust and anger. It’s finally sinking in how much control you have over her and it’s a sweet feeling for you.
“There is one thing I wish though,” you thoughtfully tell her, really getting into this whole taunting thing. Your speaking your mind, no matter how evil your thoughts are. But the next thing you say, changes everything for you and opens up a whole new world of possibilities.
Take this situation for example. If Tulip had control over your body, the things she would make you do would scare a U.S. marine. You can only guess what her sick mind could come up with. Just thinking of that possibility of Tulip controlling you made your stomach turn. If Tulip controlled you right now, she’d make you kill yourself in the most painful and humiliating way possible. But she didn’t control you, you controlled her, and it was time to have some fun.
“How you doing? Are you enjoying your new role? Well, are you sis?” You laugh, knowing that she hates it when you call her ‘sis’. She’s holding you right in front of her face, so you get to see her expression as you taunt her for the first time in your life. The way she grits her teeth and her eyes bug out is the most beautiful thing in the world. Those massive sweeter puppies were very nice, but couldn’t compare to the gorgeousness of revenge.
“Kill me. Just kill me.” She growls through tightly clenched teeth, sending her saliva gushing towards you. You avoid a big glob of drool, having experienced quite enough of Tulip’s saliva for one lifetime. You look at her calmly, taking in the pure rage on her face. If looks could kill you’d be dead a thousand times over, but all Tulip’s death looks were doing was feeding the power trip you were on.
“Kill you? Why Tulip, why would you think I’d ever do such a thing? Unlike you, I know that death ends the fun and only causes trouble. Tell me Tulip, what were you going to tell mom when I didn’t come home? Were you so stupid that you thought you could melt me, then eat me, and then flush me without being found out? Speak up, bitch!” A shiver runs down your spine when you call your sister a bitch. You had always thought of her as a bitch in your head, but had never dreamed of calling her that to her face. It was liberating. Like you were getting some weight off your chest that you had never noticed before. Mom had once suggested you should see a therapist to deal with any repressed emotions, what bull. All you needed was to gain control of your evil sister’s mind and body. It is so simple.
Tulip tries to keep from saying anything, fighting your control with ever fiber of her twisted soul and she does keep from telling you, for all of two seconds. “I was going to tell everyone that Olga had sat on you by accident. Everyone would have believed it because that dumb heifer is so stupid. I was even willing to throw Ran to the wolves too if the fact we had acid was ever discovered. Those two morons would have been the perfect cover story,” Tulip grumbles, losing some of her fire after admitting the full story behind her plan. You stare at her, your jovial expression replaced by disgust.
“You would do that to your own friends?” You ask with total astonishment. You always thought your sister was only evil to you, but as it turns out, the psycho bitch could be just as cruel to normal sized people. Learning about this made Tulip’s assaults on you look less targeted. It kind of makes what she did to you seem less personal. Not that you’re going to go easy on her because of that. It just means that not only are you doing this out of revenge, but also to protect society from your Anti-Christ sister.
“Duh,” Tulip grumbles plainly. “If it gets rid of you, I’d send those two to the electric chair.”
“Why?” You ask, never fully understood that. You had never done anything to your sister, you weren’t your mom’s favorite or made her life worse in any way possible, but she purposely made your life hell even at her own loss. You remember she once faked being sick to get out from going to the carnival, a place she usually loved, so she could spend the day alone at home with you, making you suffer. That was the day she put you in the freezer and you nearly lost three toes from frostbite. Tulip gave up going to the carnival with your mom just to stick you in the freezer. It didn’t make sense. Today you were going to learn the truth and find out the reason your sister hates you so much.
“Beats the Hell out of me.”
“Huh?”
Tulip shrugs, looking unperturbed as she explains. “I don’t know why I want you to suffer anymore then any other person knows why they hate spiders. I mean, spiders can't hurt you or anything, but you still want to crush them when you spot one. There’s just something about you that I don’t like, but I’m not sure. Just the sight of you makes me feel sick and when you’re in pain it goes away. I see other people treating you like a human being and it looks wrong, like talking to a bug and expecting an answer. I wish I could understand why I hate you so much, but honestly I don’t know nor do I care. The only thing I know for sure is that I’ll feel a lot better when you’re dead.”
“Wow,” you mutter and shake your head. “Just wow,” you repeat and look at Tulip’s calm face as she stare back at you dismally. That was the creepiest thing you had ever heard. You could deal with your sister hating you over a sibling thing or even if she was one of these people that got off on abusing you, but she seemed to hate you simply for existing without any real reason to be found. She thought more of a bug then she did for you. At least with insects she didn’t instinctively seek to make them suffer. This was really freaking you out and you couldn’t let that happen. This was your big revenge on your lifetime tormenter. Enough psychoanalyzing, time for some good old fashion revenge.
“So Tulip, you hate me for no reason at all. What do you think about me touching you?”
Tulip’s face recoiled in disgust and she stuck out her tongue. Her hate filled eyes narrowed on you and that familiar rage boiled over inside her. “The only touching should come from me and involve my feet or my fists coming down on that bug body of yours.”
“No sexual thoughts about me then?” You chuckle darkly, making some suggestive gestures with your hands. You know several people found your size to be kinky, which you always found flattering, except for the one time a guy told you he felt that way, that was awkward.
“Do you have any sexual thoughts about piles of dung?” Tulip hissed, disgusted that you would even suggest that. Just because she sat on you and pressed you against various parts of her body, didn’t mean that she was in the slightest bit attracted to you. She wouldn’t call it incest because she never considered you family. If she did find you attractive, what she felt would be zoophilia because you were hardly human.
“Then this is really going to suck for you. Lower me to one of those big udders you’ve been hiding, I want to see how much my baby sister has grown.” You chuckle darkly as you see the look of horror eclipse the rage on Tulip’s face. What your about to do to her, is something out of her worst nightmare, but she can’t help, but lower her hand down to her huge breasts. You gaze upon her huge set of breasts, moving right up to her left boob. Even the tiniest breasts were giant to you, but Tulip’s double Ds were nearly house size from your perspective. Be round orbs of fat that wobbled on her chest as she lightly squirmed. Tulip was trying her hardest to pull you away from her chest, but was failing to budge an inch. Incapable of doing anything else, she started verbalizing her opinions about you.
“YOU FUCKING BUG! I’M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU, I’M GOING TO TOTURE YOU TIL YOU BEG TO DIE! I’LL CRUSH YOU FLAT, CHEW YOU UP, SQUAT OVER YOUR INSECT BODY AND TAKE A HUGE….”
“Shut up,” you calmly said and her rant was instantly halted. You take one last look at her as her face starts to go red, but her mouth remains shut. You wink at her before walking to the edge of her palm and reaching out, groping the side of her big boobs with both hands. Your finger’s sink into the supple flesh and then you push your hands forward, watching them disappear into the boob flesh. This is the first time you’ve ever really felt up a boob before. You’ve been crushed against breasts during ill-advised hugs, but had never grab a handful of a naked breast before in your life. It felt nice, but you wanted to feel more.
“Move your palm closer,” you command and Tulip listens. This should be considered wrong, she was technically your sister, but as she didn’t think of you as family, you felt the same way. You don’t know if you considered anyone your kin. Your mother and older sister hover over you like giants and neither one is very close to you. It was impossible to feel too connected with people that were a hundred times your size. You saw your mother and sisters as just people you live with, not family. Right now, you weren’t groping your sister, but an evil bitch that had treated you like crap for so many years. You were going to enjoy this.
You stand before Tulip’s fat tit; a huge pink nub nearly as big as your whole body. You have no idea how she hid hooters this size, nor cared, all you wanted to do was enjoy yourself. You squeezed your entire body against the hot soft flesh of her giant tit, fully embracing the bumpy nub. You felt your manhood harden, pressed firmly against the smooth hot flesh of her giant tit.
The warmth of Tulip’s breast felt amazing and you started rotating your body, moving from her rough nipple, onto her bumpy areola and then throwing yourself against her pale breast. You rub your face against it, smiling dreamily as Tulip makes you happy for the first time in your life. Lost in the sensation of smooth flesh, you start humping the side of Tulip’s breast, finding the supple breast to feel amazing against your raging hard-on. This is the most sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced, your getting to have the closet thing possible to sex at your size and utterly humiliate the person you hate the most. It was like a revenge dream and a wet dream rolled into one.
Slowly, you grind your crotch against Tulip’s supple breast. Your face is buried in that soft skin, but you know Tulip must be retching as you dry hump her breast. You take your time, rubbing yourself shamelessly against her breast, savoring the warmth and suppleness as your cock throbs. Your cock finds a small fold of fat and you slid in, a muffled moan shaking through you as you sink your member in. You start thrusting yourself into the crease, building up speed until the sound of your tiny body smacking your sister’s breast fills the bathroom. Her breast jiggles as you hump the whole boob. You grab onto the fatty flesh, gritting your teeth as you cum quickly. You weren’t trying to hold it in and you doubt you could have lasted longer even if you tried. This was your first time even touching a woman’s breast and the elation you felt about humiliating Tulip made you even hotter. Your first sexual experience and retribution against Tulip was already over. You would have to make your next experience longer and more humiliating for your beloved baby sister.
Swaying slightly, you back away from Tulip’s breast, seeing your seed smeared against the side of her breast. Laughing softly at the tiny stain on the massive mammary, you look up at Tulip’s looming face and give her a big smile. “Was it good for you?” You tease Tulip and ask to be lifted up. You come up to her giant face and let out a hoot, Tulip’s expression is priceless. Her eyes were bulging out of her skull and looked like they might pop any second. Her nostrils are flared like some big dumb bull ready to charge. She was biting into her lower lip so hard that blood was running down her chin. She was probably thinking about using those gleaming white incisor to cut you in half, but she couldn’t, all she could do was watch as you made her life Hell. Revenge is the greatest.
“Put me back down by the sink,” you commanded and Tulip does as she’s told, not uttering any sound. She must still be following your last command to shut up. You wonder how long she’d follow that command. If you left her right now, would she never be able to speak again or was it only in effect when she was in your presence? Testing your abilities would have to come later, right now, you’d savor your victory.
“Tulip, Tulip, Tulip, I’ve made such a mess on your chest, but who can blame me? You got some very nice cans and there's so much I can do with them. Maybe I’ll make you lick me cum off them or make you flash everyone at school or maybe I’ll tell you to get a piercing, would you like someone to stick a big sharp needle into your titties?” Your random suggestions make Tulip’s face twist into several expressions of horror, disgust and anger. It’s finally sinking in how much control you have over her and it’s a sweet feeling for you.
“There is one thing I wish though,” you thoughtfully tell her, really getting into this whole taunting thing. Your speaking your mind, no matter how evil your thoughts are. But the next thing you say, changes everything for you and opens up a whole new world of possibilities.
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