Under the cover of darkness, I slipped a small vial into my brother's drink, watching as he unknowingly consumed the potion. Weeks passed before I decided to visit him, and when I entered his room, I could barely find him amidst the clutter. He had shrunk down to the size of a mouse. I carefully picked him up and placed him inside my purse, taking him back to my place where he would now reside in my secret drawer filled with dildos. My once-tall brother was now just another plaything for me to use for my wild sexual desires. At times, I would take him out of his drawer and use him as a butt plug, feeling an exhilarating sense of control and power knowing that he was at my mercy. On other occasions, I would swallow him whole, savoring the delicious taste of revenge as he squirmed helplessly in my stomach. But no matter how much I used him, my brother always came back the next day, ready to serve me again with unwavering loyalty. In this twisted game of pleasure and dominance, he had become nothing more than a willing toy for me to manipulate at my will.