Responsible Babysitter

"Anon, come down and say hi!"

Anon sighed as he heard his mother call him, bringing an end to his play session. His team would have to finish the round without him, since he had more pressing matters to attend to. He shut the computer down and made his way downstairs to the living room.

"Oh my gosh, Anon!" his aunt Cassie swooned, "you've gotten so much bigger since I last saw you!" The flattery was, as usual, an exaggeration. Even after going through all his growth spurts, he was still barely as tall as his mother, and one of the shortest boys in his class. Cassie's false enthusiasm failed to improve his self-esteem.

Anon scanned the room, almost missing the tiny hands that tugged on Cassie's pants.

"Rosie?" he called mildly. A smiling face came out from behind Cassie's waist. Wordlessly, Rosie came running to Anon, her black shoes tapping across the hardwood floor and her frilled uniform skirt bobbing subtly. She hugged Anon's midsection tightly, as Anon placed a hand on her head, catching some of her straight, blonde hair.

"Aww, Rosie loves her big cousin!" Mom cooed. "Yeah," Cassie replied, "now if only she'd be social with any other adults."

Anon had first met Rosie at the family's big Fourth of July cookout. All of the other kids in the family were about his age or older, but Rosie didn't seem to care for any of them. Anon found it nice to have someone look up to him for once.

"How's she doing in school?" Anon asked.

"Well, her teachers say that she's a good student, but she has some trouble getting along with other kids," Cassie explained. Anon cringed a bit at the thought of Rosie being bullied at school, since that kind of thing was a tender spot for him. He ruffled Rosie's hair a bit, making her laugh.

"You're staying out of trouble, right?" he asked playfully. Rosie responded with a nod and a soft "Yeah."

"Well, make sure to call us if you need anything," Mom said, "and make sure she's in bed by 9."

The four said their goodbyes as Mom and Cassie headed off to the concert across town. As Rosie and Anon walked back inside, Rosie immediately began to perk up.

"I wanna play!" she said, noticably louder than before, "let's play!"

"Well, what do you wanna play?" Anon asked in response. "I dunno, what do you wanna play?" she said, spinning around. Anon doubted that any of his video games were appropriate for someone her age. He looked at the clock and noticed that it was closer to 9 than he thought, so he came up with something that he figured would tire her out quickly.

"Hmm, let's play Monster!"

"What's Monster?"

"It's a game where you have to run away from me, cause I'm a giant monster!" said Anon as he made a suitably monstrous pose. He let out a "Raaaaargh!" as he began stomping cartoonishly around the living room, and Rosie began to laugh as she ran away. The two ran around the first floor a bit until Rosie stumbled and fell to the ground. Anon mockingly rested his foot on her tummy as she rolled onto her back, still laughing.

"I got you! I win!"

"Play again, play again!" Rosie demanded. Anon was happy to oblige for several more rounds. He gradually started losing his breath while Rosie remained a fountain of youthful energy, smiling all the way.

"Let's play again! C'mon, let's play again!" Rosie shouted as Anon finished what he thought was his last game. "No, the monster's too tired..." he responded between puffs. "You have to go to bed now, anyway."

"That's not fair!" Rosie whined. "I didn't get to be the monster any of those times!"

"Alright, you're the monster now," conceded Anon. Rosie assumed the role like a champ, loudly stomping on the floor and giving chase. Anon, however, only ran a few token feet before dramatically collapsing to the ground.

"Nooooo," he said in a goofy manner, "don't step on meeeeee..." Rosie could only pout in response. "Scared little people don't give up like that when a real monster is chasing them!" she proclaimed.

"Well, you're too small to be a real monster. Once you're bigger than me, you can be the monster, okay?" Before Rosie could continue arguing, the doorbell rang. Rosie bashfully hid behind a chair, while Anon went ahead and answered the door. A girl in a uniform stood in front with a package.

"Yeah, I've got a package for Anon?" she said, wiping the sweat off her brow. "Yeah, I can take that," Anon said, despite not remembering ordering anything in the mail. He figured it was probably a part for his computer that was on back order. He took the package and signed off on it, wishing the girl a good night. When he turned around, he found Rosie asleep on the floor behind the chair she had chosen as her hiding place. He did his duty as her babysitter and carried her to the guest bedroom on the first floor. He left Rosie's backpack in the room as well, figuring that she would want to change into her pajamas if she woke up. He had hoped to read the picture book about fairies that Cassie had packed with Rosie; the illustrations in it were like something out of the fantasy paintings that he saw in his games, and he liked to admire the stunning mastery of anatomy that the artist had. He kissed her goodnight, and felt thankful that this babysitting thing seemed to be sorting itself out quite easily.

Anon returned to the living room, sitting down on the easy chair in front of the TV as he began to open the package. Inside seemed to be some kind of remote with two ends, a red one and a blue one, each with a single button. He turned the device on its side, like a controller, and pressed the buttons. They seemed to have no effect. He pointed the device with the blue end facing towards the TV. Tapping the blue button didn't seem to do anything. Perhaps he had to hold the buttons? He placed his thumbs on both buttons and held down.

A flush of cold ripped through Anon's body as a powerful red light blinded him. When he opened his eyes, he saw dark brown ground surrounding him, with two mesas to his sides. He began to sweat as he tried to piece together where he was, and what had happened to him. He looked to his left and saw a massive structure, like an alien mothership. However, as he noted the details, he had realized that this was the remote that he held in his hands not even a few moments ago. He looked down, noticing that his clothes had somehow vanished, and felt the ground. Leather! And the two mesas looked suspiciously like armchair rests! He couldn't believe it, but he had shrunken down to few centimeters tall.

Anixety overwhelmed him as he sprinted forward. The edge of the chair took him about a minute to reach, and what he saw at the end wasn't promising. It was a sheer drop that he couldn't hope of landing safely from. His next instinct was to run back towards the device, hoping that he could find a way to reverse what had happened to him. As he made his way back, he heard the distant sound of a door creaking, then the freezer door opening. His heart sank.

He had to hide. He had no idea how Rosie would react to seeing her older cousin ant-sized and stark naked, but it couldn't have turned out well for him. He found a fold in the leather cushion of the chair, and slid into it. A titanic THOOM, THOOM, THOOM noise began creeping closer and closer as Anon shivered uncontrollably.

When Anon was young, he had visited Seattle while on tour with his school band. The experience of seeing the Space Needle up close from ground level filled him with a sense of awe, and he would never forget the first day he saw it.

His six-year-old cousin, clad in nothing but a pair of rainbow-striped panties, effortlessly dwarfed his mental image of the Space Needle as she stood before the chair. Placing the tub of ice cream she had carried with her on the ground, she reached towards the device, putting her right knee on the edge of the cushion. Anon averted his eyes, partially out of fear and partially out of respect. Rosie looked at the device for a moment before realizing that it definitely wasn't the TV remote, and carelessly tossed it aside, creating a thud that shook the world around Anon while barely being noticable to her. She grabbed the TV remote in one hand, her spoon in the other, and grasped the ice cream tub under her arm.

She turned around, and Anon could sense her gargantuan presence getting closer and closer as she prepared to sit down. Anon started to sob as he hyperventilated. He wasn't ready to die, especially not by being squished under his little cousin's butt.

The cushion jerked upwards, and Anon was forced to open his eyes as he began to slide. Rosie had stopped just short of flattening her (formerly) big cousin, but now he was hurtling towards the cartoon bear on the rear of her undies. He tried to grip the leather to no avail. The world went dark as he slid under her butt crack. He managed to grab hold of some fabric and held on for dear life. As the sound of cartoons reached Anon's ears, Rosie began to shift in her seat. The weight of the elementary schooler threatened to crush Anon as he attempted to climb on the panty fabric. He cried out and tried to shout Rosie's name, only to get no response. He felt deeply unclean in this position, but deep down, he felt his arousal growing.

As she settled into a good resting position, Anon couldn't help but let his anxiety get the better of him. If he survived, what would his Mom and Aunt think when they found Rosie like this? She had taken off her clothes because he hadn't bothered to get her dressed in her pajamas before sending her to bed. She was engorging herself on ice cream because she hadn't recieved a proper dinner. And Anon would have been nowhere to be found, after irresponsibly opening a strange package. He was a failure.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The powerful, yet innocent belly laughter shook Rosie, and Anon barely managed to continue hanging on. She continued laughing for a minute before the cartoon finally cut to commercial. As things returned to rest, Anon found a very small amount of peace in his. At least she was happy when he was in this existential nightmare.

The peace was short-lived, however, as Anon began to feel a rumble from the relatively titanic schoolgirl. He thought for a moment as to what it could be before it finally dawned on him. He frantically began to climb up and out of the crevice. He heard a loud gurgling noise, and began to climb faster. He prayed and prayed that he could make it out in time. Just as he entered the light, it happened.

*BRAAAAAP*

It would have been a nasty fart to someone at normal size, especially for a little girl. Anon was briefly thankful that he wasn't caught in the direct blast zone as Rosie's lactose intolerance caught up to her, as he certainly would have been eviscerated by the gale force and heat. The lingering stench, however, started by making his eyes water. Within a second, he began to puke. Gravity mostly directed the spew back towards Anon, but a few chunks landed on Rosie's undies, leaving stains that were practically invisible to the human eye. Rosie giggled a bit, as if admiring her own vulgarity. From Anon's perspective she was absolutely justified, an innocent poot like that could level a building if Rosie was always this big.

Anon made little progress in climbing up Rosie's panties. He would shout out her name a few times, almost throwing out his voice, but it was useless. He had determined he was too small to hear at this point. Just as Anon reached the cutesy printed bear's nose, the world around him shifted more dramatically than it had before. Rosie was getting up, and Anon knew he had to act fast.

He forced his eyes open, then jerked his head up when he realized how far above the ground he was. Then it hit him, instead of fighting against gravity, why not use it to his advantage? As Rosie reached her standing height, Anon slid down her crack for a moment, grabbing back on soon afterward. He thanked his mom for forcing him to take gymnastics as he clung to the fabric. Rosie began to walk, shifting her butt cheeks as she did. Using this to his advantage, Anon slid off of one butt cheek onto the other, then grabbed onto the fabric on the underside of the panties. He was just small enough to cling there without getting squished by Rosie's inner thighs. She stopped at the kitchen counter, having grabbed another tub of ice cream on her way there. She began eating it as she stood up, giving Anon an opportunity to climb up to the front of the panties. He kept climbing until he reached the little bow on the front, then stood on top of it. With a mighty leap, he jumped high enough to grab the lower end of Rosie's belly button, then hid inside. He admired how clean it was, expecting it at first to be full of lint. Now, he had to figure out how to get to the remote safely. He struggled and struggled to come up with a good idea, when eventually the belly button began to flood with frigid cookies and cream.

Rosie spilled some of the ice cream on herself. It tickled as it slid down her tummy and into her belly button. She figured it was no sense letting good ice cream go to waste, so she dug her finger inside to scoop it up, unknowingly catching her older cousin in the sugary mess. Anon saw Rosie's lips open to reveal her dark mouth, reeking with a sickeningly sweet odor and dripping with unswallowed sweets. He screamed, longer and louder than he ever had before. He knew this was the end. At least, until the finger reversed direction before the lips fully closed.

Rosie's hazel eyes glared at the vaguely person-shaped speck in the ice cream on her index finger. Was this what made that little noise? Anon was petrified.

"Anon?"

Her previously gentle voice now shook Anon to the core. His bones still rattled for a few seconds after she spoke. She gripped him between her finger and thumb and brought him back to her mouth, this time to lick the ice cream off of him. The hot, saliva-covered tongue enveloping his body almost caused him to orgasm. His erection that he had managed to stifle before was now fully erect, almost painfully so. Rosie's eyes lit up and a grin creeped across her face.

"Are you a fairy?" she asked.

"N-no!" he replied, immediately doubting himself.

"You're soooooo tiny!" she said, louder. Anon recoiled.

There was a pause. Anon rightfully feared what would happen next.

"NOW I CAN BE THE MONSTER!"

As Rosie's hand lowered to the floor like a crashing aircraft, Anon screamed desperately, begging the six-year-old to stop.

"NOOOOO! DON'T STEP ON ME! DON'T STEP ON MEEEEEEEE!"

Anon slid onto the ground as her finger tipped to its side, making a hard landing. He twisted around frantically, looking in all directions for a crevice or crack to hide under, only to find none. He discovered that Rosie was still wearing her shoes, of all things. As one football-field-sized shoe began to lift off the ground, Anon made the mistake of looking up.

Rosie was big. Rosie was inconceivably big. The little girl that once came up to Anon's belly button now stretched upwards forever. She seemed like an entire world of her own, despite only having existed for a fraction of Anon's life. No bully, no teacher, no parent, nothing could even come close to being as big as she was compared to him.

Anon's whole life was reduced to being her plaything. A little bug, releasing inaudible screams of terror in response to innocent roaring noises and the exaggerated monster stomps of a tiny pair of black dress shoes. Anon barely dodged the first stomp as the force of the impact knocked him on his feet. The second stop was only an inch away from his face. The little girl was teasing him. It was just a game to her; she was incapable of even comprehending the amount of terror Anon was in. The rise of Rosie's final stomp gave Anon a full view of her butt and thighs. He wasn't ashamed to be aroused anymore, since there was nothing that Anon could even conceivably do to hurt her. Everything went black as the final footfall came with an uproarious, girly laugh.

Anon's ears rung. They continued to ring. Then the light returned. Another footfall landed somewhere nearby. Did Anon survive? Did he manage to hide in one of the crevices on the floral design below her shoes? He forced his eyes open and looked around, not daring to lay eyes on the full extent of her form, lest suffering a panic attack.

"Monster isn't fun anymore. You're too tiny to be a fun little person. I wanna play another game now."

Rosie walked back towards the chair, her shoes thumping like earthquakes the whole way there. Anon didn't have time to regain his balance before she came back, with noticably lighter footsteps. Footsteps that slapped the floor as they landed. Rosie's panties dropped to the floor with a massive thud.

"Now we're both fairies!" Rosie said with a giggle.

Anon forced himself to look up. Rosie was pointing the device at Anon, this time with the blue end facing towards him.

"Abra cadabra!" Rosie said. Then with a blue flash, Anon found himself back at his normal size, lying on the floor.

He slowly got up, with Rosie looking on in confusion. He took a second to fully realize what had happened. As he realized that his nightmare was over, he happily cheered, tears streaming down his face.

He regained his balance and looked over to his left. He saw Rosie, at her proper size, pointing the remote, this time with the red end facing him.

Rosie looked down at her cousin. He was about the size of her big toe now, a much funner size. Perfect for playing Monster with. She placed her bare foot over him, wiggling her toes playfully. Before Anon could even tell what was happening, she squished him. He made a funny squishy noise and felt good on her toes, making her giggle. But now what was she gonna do with her favorite toy squashed into goo? The wand shrinks people, but it would be boring shrinking everyone one by one. Then, it started to occur to her what the other button was for. She pressed down on it and held, until the wand broke under the pressure of her fingers.

When she opened her eyes, she was overjoyed to find out that the wand worked just like she expected! Anon's house only came up to her calves. She looked around and could see the whole suburb, even her house! She noticed a minivan driving away from her a few streets away.

"Raaaawr! Run from the monster!" She roared, closing the gap between her and the toy car. It crumpled like an aluminum can under her sole, and the shrapnel failed to even scratch her super-strong skin. She sat down on top of a house, destroying it in the process, to peel the remains off her foot. She looked to her right and saw the city, a whole city of toy buildings, toy trucks, and funny little toy people to play Monster with. She was gonna have so much fun!