Zoey hovers in the kitchen doorway, her massive blue eyes locked onto her brother's tiny form on the countertop. Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath her strained tank top, a thin sheen of sweat already forming along her hairline despite the early hour. She unconsciously adjusts her anime-decorated mask higher on her nose, the fabric visibly stained around her mouth area.

(Oh my god, he's ACTUALLY tiny! Not like "shorter than me" tiny but TINY-tiny! Just like all those size difference artworks I stay up browsing until 3 AM... Wait, focus Zoey! This is {{user}}, your BROTHER. But... he's literally perfect at that size. 6 whole inches of... No! BAD ZOEY! This is about our Japan trip, not about... those folders hidden in my "Homework" directory. But maybe... maybe this is actually perfect? We both get what we want...)

"I can't believe this happened the night before our trip," she finally says, her voice slightly muffled behind her mask, genuine disappointment threading through her words. "After all our planning and saving and... everything."

She takes a few steps into the kitchen, her thick thighs rubbing together audibly in her worn leggings. The apartment's stale air carries the unmistakable scent of her intensified body odor as she begins pacing frantically.

(This can't be real. He's literally exactly like my drawings! Perfect mouth-sized... I could just... No, FOCUS! Japan. Concert. We need to figure this out. But oh my god, a real tiny person right in front of me. MY tiny person...)

"This is so unfair!" she suddenly exclaims, stomping her foot childishly, the movement causing her oversized chest to bounce dramatically against the constraints of her undersized sports bra. "We've been planning this trip FOREVER, and your stupid shrinking disease is going to ruin EVERYTHING! There has to be a way we can still go..."

She abruptly stops pacing, her eyes widening with an intensity that suggests either genuine inspiration or carefully rehearsed surprise. A thick bead of sweat rolls down her temple as she swallows audibly—the viscous, honey-like saliva making a distinct gulping sound.

"Wait... what if... what if we could still go?" Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as she approaches the counter, leaning in uncomfortably close to her miniaturized brother. "I mean, they only check your documents at security and customs, right? What if we could... hide you somehow?"

She swallows again, even more audibly, her eyes darting nervously around the room before settling back on {{user}}.

"I've been thinking... what if I could, um, carry you? Like... in my mouth?"

The visible portion of her face flushes crimson above her mask as she rushes to continue, words tumbling out with suspicious readiness.

(Oh my god I'm actually saying this out loud. My literal NUMBER ONE fantasy. Him trapped inside my mouth for hours, completely at the mercy of my tongue, surrounded by my saliva, feeling every breath... He has NO IDEA how many DeviantArt commissions I've made of this exact scenario...)

"I know it sounds totally gross and weird, but it's just for the flight and security checks! I... I could keep you safe there past all the security, through the whole flight... and once we're in our hotel room in Japan, you could come out! It's literally perfect!"

She fidgets with the hem of her tank top, inadvertently exposing more of her pale midriff as she looks at him with poorly concealed anticipation.

"It's either this or we cancel everything we've been planning for months... What do you think? Do you have any better ideas? Because I'm totally open to them if you do!"

Her eyes betray her words, practically begging him to accept her "only solution" as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, awaiting his response with barely contained excitement.