Bradley smiled, examining the electronic device which had so spontaneously answered his prayers. Time was running short, soon the shrinking tonic he'd poured down his twin brothers throat, a so devilish and rare as to shrink a full grown adult to the size of a 's toy, would lose its effects. What luck, or twisted fate had led him to the strange Bazaar which had sprung up over night. It wasn't the sort of place Bradley would stroll through when he had Brandon, and the consequences of his actions growing larger by the second. How odd it had looked, tossed atop a crate with other long discarde...

Bradley smiled, examining the electronic device which had so spontaneously answered his prayers. Time was running short, soon the shrinking tonic he'd poured down his twin brothers throat, a so devilish and rare as to shrink a full grown adult to the size of a 's toy, would lose its effects. What luck, or twisted fate had led him to the strange Bazaar which had sprung up over night. It wasn't the sort of place Bradley would stroll through when he had Brandon, and the consequences of his actions growing larger by the second. How odd it had looked, tossed atop a crate with other long discarded electronic remotes, game controls. The stand itself did not seem to fit with the Bazaar unpacked around it, tinging the air with the stagnant heat of old papers, tapestries depicting places Bradley wasn't interested in going. And then there was the man with the thin grey tie, his lips pressed into a curved line, it wasn't that the man was old, but he looked as though he had stepped out of time, or something, Bradley could feel the air curve around him as he eyed the crate of remotes, pretending to consider one or another, all the while unable to take his fingertips from the remote the moment he'd touched it.

"I think you've found what you need." the man with the thin grey tie seemed to shake to life, his rigid posture crumbling away as he moved forward and lifted the remote from Bradley's fingers with a tug. Before Bradley could speak or even think to form the words with which to do so, the man had slipped the remote into a plain black plastic bag. And Bradley had agreed to a price he wasn't sure he remembered when considering the encounter on his walk back to the hotel. He knew what he held in his hand, only plastic between the device and his skin, but neither of them had spoken of what it was, there was no lettering scribbled across the thing that read Shrink Me, but that was exactly what he held, a shrink ray disguised as something that could be found in any box of discarded electronics in an old garage. The man must have said the words, how else would Bradley be so sure of what he held, perhaps it was the anticipation of his twin's anger which had clouded his mind and made him forget, but it was the anticipation of holding control over Brandon for as long as he pleased that made him forget the majority of the encounter now, he had a shrink ray, and if there was a heavy mist where a Bazaar appeared and vanished over night from time to time, well then fortune favored him highly above his twin. They say with twins one is evil, one good, that's always seemed like bullshit to Bradley but he's fairly certain that there is, in some cases, one twin who is simply blessed with luck, and if others mistake that advantage as evil, well he's never cared much about what other people think.

No, now his mind dancing through plans, ideas, pleasure taken at his will. He'd have fun now, let his twin have a moments satisfaction as he returned to his true size, but oh it would be so sweet to take that from him again, to begin anew the devilish games running through his mind now calculating and adjusting, he'd managed to push his twin to extreme limits without completely breaking him, now the thought of taking what he really wanted rushed through him. This was no longer a fantasy played out with a tonic his twin into his sadistic sexual game, this was something he could take time in enjoying, there would be time for his most sadistic, sweet and devilish desires to be played out. If he wanted to keep Brandon in a shoe box with holes punched into the top and tape over the sides he could, although the idea of his twin shrunken again and again only to be humiliated and bent to his will before being tossed back into the cage so small it wouldn't hold a kitten, was a far better fantasy.

In the chill of the hotel room Brandon waited, no idea of what twist of fate had conspired to keep him enslaved to his twin's sexual torment. If he knew what plans were brewing in his step-brother's mind just then, he'd wish himself smaller, small enough to slip out of his cage and escape through the crack under the door.But time hasn't played in his favor, the door clicks and thuds as it's unlocked and once again Brandon trembles at the size of his captor looming above him, the sound of his footsteps ringing in his ears. At least he can feel the tonic wearing off. How could Bradley face him when he didn't have the advantage of complete control? And why, when that control was about to slip through his fingers, was his twin standing before him with a smile?