Shiryu's toy for a day draft P.2 (Patreon)

 Already tall to begin with, her monolithic height was practically incomprehensible for Furyu. 

“Old habits die hard, eh?” Shiryu chukled, her voice and deep laugh booming down towards her tiny sisters. After taking in the nostalgia of what was once her old room, she stepped into the room unbeknownst to her micro sisters. No matter how loud they yelled up at her, their tiny voices would not reach her ears. By the time Haryu and Furyu were ready to give up, the shadow of Shiryu’s socked foot was already looming over. Thinking fast Furyu grabbed her little sister’s arm and ran as fast as she could away from the discarded sock. Pressing down with enormous force, the discarded sock that they had spent almost an hour trying to push was stomped flat in an instant and the tiny sisters were sent flying from the resulting shockwave of such a casual action. Breathing heavily while holding her little sister’s arm tightly, Furyu still did everything in her power to protect Haryu. Even while basking in the multi-mile/kilometer-long dark shadow of her family’s eldest daughter, the delinquent’s promise to always keep her safe remained true.

“Is this the kinda crap you tinies deal with every day?!” She asked, exasperated, checking to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Haryu remained silent throughout, however. Face completely flushed red and flustered, despite the perilous situation the two of them were in only a singular thought currently circulated through her mind. The last time Haryu saw Shiryu, not only was she super young but she also hadn't acquired her "newfound interest," so seeing her eldest sister in a new light was scrambling her brain through and through. As her thoughts of Shiryu’s socked foot clouded her brain she was completely mesmerized. Once the adrenaline wore off, the smell and heat hit them hard. 

While this only strengthened Haryu’s lustful thoughts, Furyu was a little more worse for wear. Choking up, Furyu could barely keep her eyes open to glare at the towering wall of sweat-stained fabric that loomed over her from a couple of feet/meters away (though to Shiryu it was less than a few centimeters). Not being able to yell or utter a single word without wanting to gag, Furyu turned to the only language she had left. After taking a deep breath (which she instantly regretted), Furyu spotted a hole in her sock and immediately ran as fast as she could towards it. Seeing that Shiryu was getting ready to take another step, Furyu acted quickly and charged her fist into her older sister’s bare, pungent, toe flesh with all her might.

Barely sinking into her skin, Furyu felt like her hand collided with the thickest block of concrete on earth. Grasping her fist in pain, she tried to fall back but was caught off guard by a puddle of foot sweat. Still recoiling from the pain, she couldn’t catch herself and tripped face-first into the droplet of her eldest sister’s sweat. Wanting to throw up was the least of her problems as the shadow that loomed over them suddenly grew a lot darker. Lifting her head out from the deep droplet of sweat, Furyu could see that Shiryu was lifting her foot. Trying to pick herself up, Furyu yelled at the still paralyzed-by-lust Haryu to run away as fast she could. Sweat immediately flooded her mouth, her muffled words weren’t enough to reach her little sister… luckily, their luck would soon turn for the better.

“Huh?” Shiryu’s voice boomed down from above as she lifted her foot to see what the faint sensation was. As she examined the bottom of her sole and toes, two bright yellow specks fell into her peripheral. “Ohhh, crap… I can’t believe I forgot.” Setting her smelly foot down away from her little sisters, she kneeled down to get a better look at them.

“Eheh… long time no see.” She said, somewhat amused to see the state the both of them were in now. Even if Shiryu could barely see it, the simple aura of Furyu’s intense, rage-filled, glare was visible for quite a distance even if she was the size of an ant. 

“Shi-Shiryu Onee-san!! I’m so happy to see you!” Haryu tried to yell, her voice completely shaken (but not for the reasons either of them thought). Furyu was not as excited. Carefully getting up from the puddle of sweat and thoroughly spitting out as much of her sister’s salty perspiration as she could, she stood beside Haryu to greet her sister. 

"Maybe watch where you step next time. You coulda hurt Haryu...” She said sternly, turning her head away. Shiryu stared towards her in silence for a minute while Haryu looked on in confusion. Thinking the tension was her fault she timidly raised her arm and prepared to reassure the two sisters. As she opened her mouth to speak, a cheeky smile formed on both of their faces. Soon after a slight snicker escaped from both of their mouths. These snickers would quickly develop into full-on laughter. Shiryu’s laugh was loud enough to cause Haryu to lose her footing. Even more perplexed by this turn of events, the (naturally) tiny girl regained her footing and dusted herself off once the laughing subsided. 

“I mean it though! You may be my sis, but if you ever hurt her I’d kick your ass… when I get back to normal-size, of course!” Furyu yelled up to her, gesturing her hand in the shape of a fist.

“Yeah, yeah. My bad, truly.” Shiryu said, bowing her head towards Haryu. “Although… if you think you could take me on, I’d be happy to put you in your place. Just as I did back in the day.” Gently, so as to not hurt her sisters’ tiny ears, she punched her open palm to threaten Furyu. 

“You’d probably have a better chance of beating me at the size you’re at now.” Patting her on the head with her monolithic finger before plopping her butt down onto the floor. Haryu couldn’t help but feel jealous at how close their bond was.

“Anyways, the hell were you guys doin’ on the floor anyways?” While Furyu was too shy to admit it, Haryu was all the more eager to explain… despite her (tiny) big sister’s efforts to stop her.

“Big— uh, tiny big sis, wanted to make you comfortable so we decided to clean up before you got here. We tried to move her sock into the hamper but that didn’t go so well.” She said enthusiastically, much to Furyu’s embarrassment. Shiryu couldn’t help but laugh as she picked up the crumpled-up sock and simply tossed it into the hamper with little to no effort. This was somewhat disheartening to the tiny duo as they spent almost an hour moving it only a couple of centimeters. As she looked around the room more, however, an idea popped into her mind causing a sinister smile to appear on her face. 

“If you really wanna make me comfortable…” Reaching towards her feet, she stealthily started to peel off her socks. She attempted to be subtle about it, but Furyu and Haryu immediately caught on. Their reactions were very contrasting to say the least… but ultimately obvious given their interests.

“Anything for you, Shiryu Onee-san”

“You better not…” They responded in unison, however, Furyu’s pleas were mostly (and intentionally ignored). 

“If you guys like moving socks around, I hope you won’t mind giving mine a good cleaning.” She said dropping her two, incomprehensibly sweaty, socks in front of both of them from a short distance off the ground. “I walked a lot today, so it’s the least you guys could do~” She let out a smug chuckle before airing out and cooling her feet in the Furyu’s chilly room. Meanwhile, the two found themselves facing an avalanche of their big sister’s malodorous legwear. Their close encounter when she first entered the room did absolutely nothing to prepare them for the combined intensity of both of her freshly removed socks. 

Struggling to breathe thanks to the heat, humidity, and pungent miasma of Shiryu’s sweat, Furyu backed away as quickly as she could. Pinching her nose was useless as her hands were already coated with her sweat from before and holding her breath made the eventual deep breath a whole lot worse. Furyu could only run as the horrifying odor disgusted and burned her insides. Running wouldn’t be an option of course, as the same monolithic finger that patter her on the head previously effortlessly pushed her back towards the crumpled mass of socks. 

“R-Run, Haryu!!” She tried to yell, fruitlessly struggling against her finger. This warning was useless, of course, as Haryu’s infatuation completely outweighed any amount of pain Shiryu’s intense odor would bring upon the little sister’s poor nostrils. 

“She’s busy bein’ courteous, unlike a certain little someone,” Shiryu said, pressing Furyu into her socks while Haryu passionately removed lint from and sneakily licked sister’s mountainous socks. Furyu would continue to thrash and struggle about as she was pushed deeper into the sweaty fabric. Hoping this would put an end to her resistance and thinking how funny it was to mess with her like that, Shiryu kept her pinned against her sock while she idly chatted with Haryu who was working away tirelessly. Her efforts barely made a dent in the overall disgusting nature of Shiryu’s colossal socks but it was the thought that counted. 

30 minutes had passed and despite inhaling so much of her sister’s foot odor and unintentionally consuming almost a gallon of her sweat and some large chunks of sock lint, Furyu continued struggling against her finger. 

“The apple doesn’t fall too far, eh?” She chuckled, picking Furyu out from the pile of socks and holding her tiny body up to her face. Her tiny clothes were beyond soaked in sweat and globs of toejam and sock lint clung to her frazzled hair. Finally able to breathe fresh air after being smothered in her big sister’s disgusting garments for half an hour, Furyu enjoyed her brief moment of freedom. However, despite being exposed to fresh air, the odor was still ingrained in every single breath. The musky pungent aroma wafted around her constantly from the sweat that drenched her body inside and out. It was a sorry sight, to say the least. 

In an exasperated and exhausted voice, Furyu relentlessly cursed Shiryu out as drool, or maybe excess big sister sweat, leaked from her mouth. Shiryu did feel a little bad putting her little sister through so much, but considering how she basically brought the torture upon herself that guilt quickly faded away. 

“Ready to help your little sis clean up my socks? Haryu said she wanted to clean up my work shoes next so there’s still a lot for you to do.” She said with a smug expression plastered all over her face. Haryu attempted to convince her sister to join her, but her tiny voice couldn’t reach Furyu from all the way down on the floor, not like it’d matter. Furyu continued to resist her big sister and before she could rage and swear at Shiryu, her finger pressed against her face silencing her completely. 

“Looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way.” She winked, holding Furyu above her head. Despite being extremely lightheaded from the intense heat of Shiryu’s socks, she knew exactly what she was doing. Getting a second wind of adrenaline, she struggled even harder. Clawing at and attempting to pry Shiryu’s fingers open, she did everything in her power to stop her big sister. But as her mouth slowly opened and her hot, foul-smelling, breath rushed up from below it was already too late. She could feel Shiryu’s grip loosening and despite her best efforts to hold on tightly to her fingertip, Furyu had already begun to slip. She made no effort to plead to her sister, however. The tiny girl’s pride was too great and she knew deep down that she wouldn’t have the guts to actually swallow her. That didn’t give her much confidence, however, as being sloshed around in an ocean of her saliva didn’t sound much better.

Furyu’s grip gave out and Shiryu’s fingers had parsed completely causing the tiny girl to free fall right into her awaiting maw. The steam and heat and Shiryu’s overpowering breath grew stronger and stronger as Furyu fell closer and closer to her eager tongue. It felt like she was in free fall for an eternity but eventually, Furyu fell flat against her runway-sized tongue. Her saliva drenched her from head to toe and back in the instant she landed face-first.