This choice: Continue the fashion show • Go Back...Chapter #8The Fashion Show Continues by: Steamgear   With Zuri's answer, Emma hastily removed Luke from the bindings of the necklace and dropped him on her desk. The tiny boy was left breathing heavily after his experience in Jessie’s quicksand-esque cleavage.
“Keep an eye on him,” Emma told the two girls as she stepped into the depths of her walk-in closet, rooting around for the materials she’d need.
Almost as soon as she’d left, Jessie and Zuri leaned over Luke’s exhausted body. The tiny boy closed his eyes as he got a glimpse of the attractive young nanny’s valley of cleavage. After his recent experience, he’d probably never look at it the same. He also shot another glance over to Zuri, her pearly white teeth shining in a big smile. He gulped as he realized that soon he’d also be facing the utter humiliation of being her toy. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until after his other sister finished turning him into a fashion accessory.
“You’ll look great plastered to your big sister’s a-butt,” Jessie said, stopping herself short of cursing with Zuri right next to her.
“He’d look much better at a tea party,” Zuri commented, still apparently a bit dishearten by the fact that she still wasn’t able to have her turn with the shrunken boy.
“Don’t worry, Zuri. You’ll have your turn with him once Emma’s all finished up,” Jessie said, reassuringly, though not for Luke. The younger girl smiled in response as she began to think of fun games to play with the shrunken boy.
As if on cue, Emma returned to the room, carrying the shorts she had mentioned alongside a needle and roll of white thread. She gave a little giggle as she dropped the denim shorts down beside Luke. They looked bigger than a circus tent now. Luke gulped as he realized that said circus tent was designed to fit snuggly against his slightly older sister’s ass.
As he was contemplating his size and the torment that awaited it, Emma diligently threaded her needle and poked it through the denim surface, a first stitch. Though now that she was ready for her “design”, she plucked up Luke, the tiny boy flailing for dear life before he was dropped on the surprisingly soft surface of the denim. Luke moved to get up, but was immediately assaulted by Emma’s thumb, which the titanic blonde used to hold him down with near rib crushing force. Luke raised his arms up and tried with all his might to push the digit off his body to free himself. However this attempt was meet only with failure. Luke put his arms down, lying spread eagle and defeated.
With her younger and now far smaller brother in the position she wanted him, Emma set upon him with her needle and thread. After all the time hosting her fashion show, the 17-year old fashionista had become considerably adept with a needle, as Luke was now learning. She had started with his right arm, which was closest to the thread’s starting point. She would wrap the thread, to Luke a rope, over his arm and stab the needle through, pulling the binding tight over his arm. A split second later, the needle would pop out on the opposite side of his arm, like an angry bee’s stinger, ready to strike and then the process would repeat. The tiny boy didn’t dare move out of fear that the needle might impale his limb. Though he quickly realized that he had no choice in the matter, once Emma finished with his arm, a dozen stitches crossing over his bare skin, it became impossible to move it. The same soon became true of his left arm, his left leg, and then his right leg, till Luke could only move his head and torso. With a few more needle loops, his chest and waist were soon tied down. In the process, Emma had poked the needle dangerously close to his body, piercing the fabric of his shirt and thus making it apart of her shorts, much like he was. In the end, Luke was pulled flat against the denim right up against where one of the back pockets would normally be.
Emma lifted up the shorts by the waist to admire her handiwork with a smile. Zuri and Jessie joined her and giggled at the sight of Luke reduced to a patch on a pair of daisy dukes. Of course, they all knew the best, or in Luke’s opinion, the worst, was yet to come. Setting the shorts back down, this time face up, causing Luke to be trapped under the denim and immersed in darkness, Emma prepared for her own photo shoot. First and foremost, she handed off the camera to Jessie. Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them off. Finally, now standing in only her shirt and a pair of simple red panties, Emma lifted up the shorts once more and, not giving Luke any though, pulled them up her legs and over her hips so they hung firm against her ass, just the way she wanted.
As Emma lifted her shorts up to her butt, Luke felt as though he were hanging from the side of an elevator. A fielding of vertigo spread throughout his entire body, leaving his fingers and toes twitching, as he watched the carpet below grow further and further. Suddenly though, he felt the denim behind filled in by a thick, soft, yet firm substance. It didn’t take long to realize it was his adoptive sister’s right asscheek. With a sharp tug, Emma pulled the shorts over the curve of her butt, they fit tight and Luke could tell. He was forced into an awkward curved position, his arms and legs pulled back while his body was forced out. It was uncomfortable to say the least, that and the fact that he was literally hanging from a thread made the situation as a whole unenjoyable, but it was about to get a lot worse.
Emma began making a number of poses as Jessie snapped pictures of the denim shorts, focusing on her posterior where the “modification” was made. Luke was blinded by each flash of light and battered by each pose Emma took. First she put a hand on her hip, cocking them to the side a bit, the resulting rise in her buttcheek made Luke cry out in pain as his body was stretched upward by his bindings. He sunk slightly into the denim, as well as the soft warm surface that lay beneath. Next the giant girl, bent forward, lifting her ass into the air. This proved even worse for Luke as he heard the material strain beneath him, quickly his body was also strained as the tight threads pulled him in all direction, threatening to rip him apart as Emma presented her ass to the camera. As she stood up once more, Luke thought he was safe from the girl, though she quickly proved him wrong with a third pose. Emma slapped both hands into her butt, causing Luke to be pounded into the rough denim, sinking back into her soft butt once more. Adding insult to injury, Emma gave a nice long squeeze with each hand, filling her palms wit doughy flesh. Luke was forced forward into his sister’s palms as her ass flooded forward with him, squishing through Emma’s open fingers while Luke was nearly suffocated within its advancing girth. Emma’s hands released a second later though, and her ass sprung back, bouncing a bit in the process giving Luke a headache to top it all off.
As Luke heard Emma unbutton and unzip the shorts, he breathed a sigh of relief that the whole ordeal was over for the time being. Though he was fearful of what Zuri planned on doing with him. This worry stuck with him as Emma lowered the shorts down her smooth legs and onto the floor, stepping out of them before picking them up.
“You know, wearing shorts inside out is starting to become popular,” The girl offhandedly commented.
As such the shrunken Ross boy was wholly unprepared when Emma did just what she had suggested and flipped the shorts inside out. Luke suddenly found himself up side down, looking forward at the button and zipper of Emma’s shorts. His view was soon replaced by one dainty foot and a pillar of feminine leg, followed by another as Emma slide her other foot through the leg hole. Luke watched as the legs in front of him widened as he was pulled higher and higher, until finally, his face was buried in warm, red cotton, the panties covering Emma’s impressive posterior. The boy yelled into the wall before him as it flowed like a liquid, surrounding him.
Outside, Emma had just zipped up and buttoned her reversed shorts, sealing her brother inside, against her butt, with a smile on her face. She turned once more so that her ass faced the camera and gave a wink as Jessie snapped the first of many pictures. She bent over, shook her hips, even slapped her own ass once or twice. Every little shake and shake served to torment Luke as the cotton-coated wall of flesh quivered and undulated like a jelly desert. Yet all movement would immediately cease when Emma bent over, compressing her ass as her shorts strained to contain the beautiful beast. Several dozen pictures later the shorts were removed, with Luke sweating and panting, now fully versed in life as both sides of a pair of denim shorts. Emma dropped the shorts back on her desk, Luke and all as if they were mere laundry ready to be washed. She then pulled back on her normal pants.
“Well, it’s your turn, Zuri,” Jessie said as she set the camera down once again, “What do you want to do with Luke here?”
“He’d look great stuck to a pair of your sandals,” Emma suggested, wanting to continue the fashion show.
“Yeah, or you could always play a game with him, like you wanted before,” Jessie threw in, trying to prevent Emma from manipulating the younger girl. Though she did desperately want another go at tormenting Luke and one of Zuri’s games might hold the key.
The two girls looked to Zuri, waiting for her reply.
Choice 1: “I want to continue to Fashion Show” (Emma takes a pair of Zuri’s older flipflops and per the younger girl’s request, bedazzles it with plastic gems while also gluing Luke to the thong of the sandal )
Choice 2: “I want to play a game with Luke” (Emma and Jessie follow Zuri to her room where they manage to “enhance” a few of the young girl’s childish games using Luke’s size)  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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