I have no idea where I'm going with this but let's see what happens. Lincoln is the oldest siblings (still 11) and all his sisters are younger. The oldest sisters are now about Lola and Lana's age. It's a bit confusing but i don't care anymore. Enjoy.

"Make sure you guys eat. Go to bed on time. And if anything happens, make sure you call us?" Mom said worryingly

"I know, mom," Lincoln said with an awkward smile. His head was held high and his hands behind his back. All his sisters lined up beside him, silent and still.

Dad came out of his room with two large and heavy luggage bags. His noodle arms tugged and pulled away as everyone just looked at him. When he made it to the open door, he sighed in relief. He placed his firm hands on his back and straightened himself out. He groaned and hissed.

"Alright, Champ," Dad started. "We'll be on our way now. You're in charge of your sisters while we're away so take care of them, got it?"

"I know, Dad. I know," Lincoln's face twisted. He sunk a sharp nail into his thumb and focused on the pain.

"There's money on the counter. Use it only for emergencies. Or food," Dad said.

"Okay," Lincoln said.

"Make sure you lock the doors at night," Mom said.

"I know,"

"Make sure you clean up after yourself," Dad said.

"Okay,"

As their parents carried their own bags out the door, the door slowly closed behind them. Mom stopped and peered her head in.

"And please, please make sure you call us if anything happens," Mom said eagerly.

"Don't worry about it. This house is in safe hands," Lincoln said proudly.

Mom's face scrunched in unknown distaste. She sighed and closed the door. The sound of the rolling luggage bags scratched Lincoln's ears. The car doors opened, closed, then opened and closed again.

The engine started with dry pops and cracks. Lincoln heard the heavy wheels roll out of the driveway, the roaring of the engine grew faint. And even when silence filled the house, Lincoln and the kids stayed lined up for a minute longer.

Lincoln signed and was the first one to break out of the line. All his younger sisters watched and observed him carefully. He walked over to the couch and plopped himself down with a loud groan. He reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

"What do we do now?" Lynn asked.

"Do whatever you want," Lincoln said lazily. The sisters looked at each other quizzically. Lincoln shot up from the couch and turned to them.

"Actually, no!" He shouted. "None of you are leaving this house until Mom and Dad come back, got it?"

His sisters mumbled and agreed.

"Good," Lincoln spat out, turning back to the TV with his head aching and his mood already worse.

His parents got a week-long trip to… somewhere. It was a prize his Dad won for getting more sales in his dead end job than any other miserable chump. Lincoln really couldn't care less.

What mattered to Lincoln was a whole week all to himself. In his empty house. Alone.

Or so he thought.

Usually his parents would always take the kids anywhere they went but for some reason Lincoln was left in charge of them this time. He kinda expected that his parents wanted some time to themselves. He couldn't really blame them. Raising ten little girls was stressful as hell but that was their fault. Who knows, they might come back with Loud child number twelve.

Now Lincoln was here, taking care of a bunch of fucking kids he didn't want to take care of for a whole week that was supposed to be his. Whatever. Maybe if he ignored them, he could preserve whatever bits of fun he had left.

Little Luna walked up to the couch and crawled up. She sat next to Lincoln and watched eagerly. Lincoln glared at her and flinched in disgust.

"What do you want?" Lincoln asked.

"Nothing," She looked up at him and her wide eyes met his. "Just spending time with you."

"Ew, no," Lincoln looked at the TV. An old episode of Dump-Star Divers was playing. He growled and looked back at Luna. "Why don't you got play with Leni or something?"

"She's playing dress-up with Lola," Luna said.

"Don't you like that kind of stuff?" Lincoln asked.

"No,"

"Then go use your phone," Lincoln ordered

"It's dead," Luna replied.

"Go play on your guitar,"

"It's broken, remember,"

"Then go play outside."

"You said not to."

Lincoln sighed. Having ten kid sisters was a pain in the ass. When Mom and Dad weren't there to give them attention, they always went to Lincoln for some. And they were persistent too. He would yell at them; they would run away crying but always come back later like nothing ever happened, asking away.

Lincoln, wanna play? Lincoln, do you have any jokes? Lincoln, can I borrow this? Lincoln, I can't go to the bathroom, can you help me? Lincoln, I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight?

Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln

Fucking parasites, I swear. He never understood why his parents wanted so many kids in the first place. Wasn't Lincoln enough?

"Ugh. What do you want from me?" Lincoln asked.

"Nothing," Lori answered.

"Then leave me alone,"

"But I'm bored,"

"And I'm annoyed. Now beat it before I actually kill you," Lincoln turned back to the TV and began flipping through the channels aimlessly.

Luna looked up at him in shock. Her wide ocean blue eyes and her mouth hung. Then she got mad. Her brows furrowed and her head boiled. She crossed arms, hunched over and buried herself into the couch. Her cheeks puffed and body was firm. Lincoln noticed.

"I said leave," Lincoln ordered.

"No, dude," Luna said with a cute squeak in her voice. Lincoln was brought back by her sudden snap. None of his sisters ever talked back to him. But he'd expect as much from Luna. She was the fourth oldest but the biggest pain.

Lincoln turned to her and his hand balled tightly around the remote. His head ached and his patience wore thine.

"You piece of shit," Lincoln growled. "I said go."

"And I said no," Luna said boldly.

Lincoln wanted to hit her. He did it once before and it was a big mistake. He didn't feel bad or anything but the awful screeching of his sister's crying tore his ears apart. Her face grew red and her tears were fat. It took, like, an hour for her to stop.

And when Luna was done, she was left as a whimpering mess. Her sisters tried to cheer her up and make her feel better but Lincoln just glared at her. He was making sure they all knew who was the boss. He never apologized, never brought up the matter to his parents and, eventually, it just became an incident that even his sisters couldn't remember.

Lincoln wanted to get up and leave. He wanted to go to his room and chill out there but then she'd win. And the one thing he hated more than his sisters was his sisters one-upping him. He sighed, pushed his anger aside and focused on the TV.

"Fine," he mumbled.

"Fine," she mumbled back.

There's was nothing good. Old movies, cringy cartoons, reruns, and commercials non-stop. He flipped on and something caught his eyes.

Two Horny Sluts Bang Pool Boy

He stopped on the channel. The screen was black for a while but then the image of two women sucking on some guy off came on. The man was moaning in delight. He was flat on his back and his head was hung over. The two young woman looked into the camera and continued sucking and licking his erect dick.

They slurped and purred and Lincoln smiled wickedly. He looked over at Luna and her eyes were glued to the screen. Luna's mouth was hung open, her body leaned forward, her mind stopped and her curiosity rose.

"What're they doing?" Luna asked. Lincoln's half lidded eyes stayed glued to the screen, the same ear-to-ear smile etched on his face.

"Don't worry about it," Lincoln replied nonchalantly.

The man cursed softly as the women worked on him. Next thing she knew, one of the women was on her back, her legs parted like an M and she waited patiently.

Then the man started… hitting her?

No, it was more like slamming against her. She cursed and cried out. Luna swore that she was watching a horror movie.

"What's he doing to her?" Luna asked worriedly.

"Killing her," Lincoln said easily.

Luna grew sick to her stomach.

"I-I don't wanna watch this anymore," Luna said with a wobbly voice.

"Then leave," Lincoln said. And she did. She went running up stars with her tail between her legs. Lincoln watched her go from the couch, a devilish smirk on his face. He turned back to the TV and then noticed the tent in his pants.

He undid his belt and his hand snaked through the band of his underwear.

Might as well deal with it now, he thought hungrily.

When he was done, he took a shower and got the food ready. Mom left some spaghetti in the fridge (since it was the easiest thing to make in the last minute) and Lincoln just needed to warm it up.

He took out the bowl of spaghetti and placed it on the table. Mom said to microwave it but Lincoln felt like it severely dulled the taste. Instead, he turned on the stove and reheated it that way. When it was nice and warm, he called down his sisters.

"Hey, idiots! Come down here!" He shouted then softly said, "Food's ready."

His sisters came down one by one. He grabbed some plastic plates and threw a handful of warm spaghetti onto it. He handed it out, got another plate and did the same thing until everyone was served.

He looked at the table and there was two plastic plates left. He looked at his sisters and noticed two were was missing.

"Where's Lisa and Lori?" Lincoln asked, his brow raised.

"Lori's in her room," Lola spoke up. "And Lisa's probably doing some science stuff."

Lincoln slammed the bowl and spoon down on the counter. The clattering rang like thunder and Lincoln shot up from his seat.

"Science stuff my ass," Lincoln marched out of the dining room, all his sister's eyes were fearfully on him. He didn't give a shit about Lori. She was probably doing something dumb but Lisa ticked him off the most.

It's like every other day there's something blowing up inside her lab. She brushes it off as a failed experiment but Lincoln's always the one that's left cleaning it up.

Not this time, though. Lincoln climbed up the stairs and turned the corner. He reached Lisa's room and opened the door violently. The door slammed against the wall.

Lincoln looked inside and saw his genius sister jump with fear. Her back was turned against him. The metal table in front of her shook and the glass tubes clattered dangerously. Her tense shoulders feel and she turned sharply. Her eyes were slitted and deadly.

"What the hell is your problem?" Lisa said quickly, a hint of bitterness in her tone. When she saw Lincoln, her face fell. Her teeth clenched and her eyes rolled. She turned back to the table and fiddled around. Lincoln ignored her little act of disrespect.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lincoln asked.

"Nothing," Lisa said, her voice monotone and forced.

"Yeah, right," Lincoln walked over to her little table. "What's all this then?" Lincoln said, pointing at the colored substances and scattered papers.

"Work," Lisa answered.

"Alright," Lincoln started. "I'm in charge and I'm not letting you to do anything science related 'til Mom and Dad come back."

Lisa spun around, her eyes widened and her heart skipped.

"What," Lisa said in shock. "You can't do that."

Lincoln looked over her, trying to be intimidating.

"I just did," Lincoln growled. "Now, go down and eat your dinner. It's getting cold."

Lincoln was walking out the door but stopped when he walked out. He turned around and looked at the angry little genius. He smiled a little but pushed his joy aside.

"And where's Lori?" Lincoln asked.

"Bathroom," Lisa answered. She was casually putting all her stuff away, a smile stretched across her face. "She's been in there for a while now. I didn't expect it to last this long."

"What are you talking about?" Lincoln asked, his brow raised and his eyes darting over Lisa.

"Nothing," Lisa said cheerfully, mockingly.

Lincoln rushed over to the bathroom door and tried turning the knob. It was locked. He banged his heavy fist against the door and called out.

"Lori," Lincoln shouted, a weird dose of concern running through his mind. "Lori, you in there."

Lincoln pressed his ear against the cold wood and listened carefully. He heard faint whimpers and gasps coming from the other side. He knocked and called again.

"Open the damn door, twerp!"

He called again but got no response. He cursed. Did Lisa fuck her up? No, he was worrying too much. His sisters would never hurt each other. He needed to open the door. And he knew how but he didn't like doing it cuz it kind of ruined the door. He just needed to turn the knob and yanked the door at the same time with enough force for it to open.

He did it once but it didn't work. He didn't again but nothing. When he yanked the door another time, it flung open freely. He called out to Lori with sudden panic. He looked at the bathroom floor and his heart skipped a beat.

In the middle of the the bathroom floor was a naked woman, her back facing Lincoln. Her silky, blonde hair ran down to her shoulders. Lincoln's eyes roamed down the defined edges of her back, lower and lower. Her plump ass burned his cheeks when he looked way longer than he wanted to.

Lincoln heard the woman whimpering and sniffling softly. The woman rose her head and turned around. Her sky blue eyes met Lincoln's. Her eyes were red and puffy with tears, lost and pained at the same time- like a deer.

"Lincoln," her voice was gentle and warm. It made the boy's heart flutter. "It hurts."

"Lori?" Lincoln asked and she nodded.

"Wow," Lisa said at his side. Lincoln jumped and gasped. "It worked perfectly."

"W-what did you do to her?" Lincoln looked back at Lori.

Lori's fingers moved carefully, clutching and relaxing. Her toes wiggled and her feet moved slowly. Lori raised her palm to her face and observed with a critical eye. She stretched out her arm and looked at the back of her hand. Her hand was open and her fingers were long and boney. Her nose wrinkled at this.

"I quickened the aging process," Lisa said, her hand behind her back and looking on proudly.

"Why?" Lincoln said with a whine. Lisa shrugged with a tiny slash of a smile.

"Curious," was her simple answer. Lincoln grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off her feet. Lisa's heart skipped a beat and she gasped fearfully.

"What the hell is wrong with you," Lincoln shouted, shaking the little girl violently. He stopped but her head kept on spinning. "Turn her back right now," Lincoln commanded.

"I can't," Lisa said through her daze.

"Why not?" Lincoln asked impatiently.

"I'm not allowed to do anything science related," Lisa said mockingly and giggled. Lincoln wasn't laughing. He growled and hot rage boiled in his head. Lincoln placed Lisa back on the ground and she fell flat on her ass.

"Don't act like a smart ass. Fix her right now or I'll fucking turn you into a human pretzel."

Lori laughed.

"Pretzel," Lincoln heard Lori say through her bubbly laughter.

Lincoln tuned to Lori and she was facing them. She sat on her legs, and her hands rested on her full thighs. Her plump breasts pressed together and her pink nipples popped out boldly. Lincoln's eyes widened and he looked away quickly, blocking his peripheral with a hand.

His heart thumped painfully against his chest. He began breathing unevenly and he started panicking. Not only was he scared about Lori's growth but he was also scared that his parents were going to kick his ass. And Lisa wasn't helping either. He was left in charge. He was responsible for this. He should've known that Lisa would do something crazy. He just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Lisa and Lori noticed his unease. Lisa raised a brow and Lori tilted her head a bit. Lincoln doubled over, grabbed onto his chest with one hand and reached out to the air with the other.

"Holy shit," Lincoln managed to breath out. "I think I'm having a heart attack."

Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Oh, relax," Lisa said. "The effects will wear off eventually. Just give it some time."

"H-how long?" Lincoln's voice was rough and scratchy. He was catching his breath and collecting himself. Stay calm, stay calm, he told himself. Just breath and it'll be okay.

"I don't know," Lisa said.

"What do you mean you don't know," Lincoln shouted. He wanted to wrap his hands around her throat and give her a good scare. Maybe that'll make her take this more seriously.

"Well, I haven't tested the substance before," Lisa turned to her sister. Her big sister. "So Lori was the first."

"Why?" Lincoln shouted in disbelief. He placed his cold hands on his face and pulled. His blood rushed to his temples and his head felt numb.

"Well, I'm not going to use it on myself, obviously," Lisa chuckled and shook her head as if Lincoln was the stupid one. "Besides, Lori looked out of it when I saw her. I was like here's a vulnerable young girl who looks lost and gullible enough for me to use. So, I did."

"You're sick in the head," Lincoln spat. "Couldn't you have used rats or something?"

"Ew, no," Lisa shuddered. "That's gross."

Lincoln sighed and gave up. Lisa was a smart apple. She could do what she wants and create what she wants. Her thinking was incomparable to any human in existence but her rational thinking was that of a… Leni.

She could honestly say "Hold my apple juice while I fuck around with the fundamental laws of everything," and no one would bat an eye.

"Fine," Lincoln looked back at Lori. Her naked body didn't bother him anymore. "What are we gonna do about her then?"

"We?" Lisa giggled. "You mean you. I already did my part. You can take care of the rest." Lisa flailed her hand in the air and waved goodbye. She walked back to her room in a confident stride. Lincoln's jaw and shoulders dropped. His eye twitched and he snapped.

"Hell no," Lincoln barked. "Get your ass back over here, you cunt."

Lincoln sprang up from his spot and ran after Lisa. He grabbed Lisa's wrist tightly and she winced. Lori was scared. Lori never liked it when her siblings fought. Especially Lincoln. He was bigger, stronger and way scarier than any of them.

Was.

"Don't touch her like that," Lori finally spoke up. Her voice was foreign to her own ears. It was more… mature. More deep and angelic than what she was known to.

Lincoln shot his head back to Lori. His eyes were dark and slitted. His teeth were bare and his brows were scrunched in anger. No one ever told him what to do. Not his sisters at least.

"Shut your mouth," Lincoln commanded.

A pang of fear stung Lori's heart but sudden rage and determination ran through her body. She snarled and her brows pinched. She glared back at Lincoln and their eyes clashed.

Lori placed her hands down on the cold tile and pushed herself up with a grunt. Her feet were next. Moving felt clunky and new but Lori managed. Her feet met the floor and she stood tall and mighty. Her hands were on her hips, her body was open and her boobs were free.

It wasn't much of a surprise to Lincoln but he couldn't help flinch when his eyes ran down the space between her legs. He winced and spun around with a blush on his face. His eyes widened again and his heart skipped.

Lisa noticed and smirked.

"She's your sister, you know." Lisa said teasingly. "You shouldn't be acting like that."

"Fuck you," Lincoln spat. "Are you gonna do anything about this or what?"

"Ugh, fine," Lisa yanked her hand away and grimaced at his touch. The first and last time her brother would touch her like that, Lisa promised herself. "Give me twenty minutes. In the meantime, why don't you introduce Lori to the rest of our sisters."

"What?" Lincoln shouted. "No, no way. You're gonna change her back so what's the point?"

Lisa chuckled.

"I never said the effects of the antidote was going to be instantaneous. It will take some time, probably a couple days minimum." Lisa said, grabbing her chin and looking down.

Lincoln groaned.

"Why not?" Lincoln asked. "I mean, you changed her age pretty quickly. Why can't it work the other way around."

Lisa hummed.

"Think of it like this. When you drink water, it goes straight into your mouth and down your stomach but you don't urinate a second later, right? No, you wait and wait. This situation is much like that but much longer."

Lisa began walking away to her room again. Her back was straight and her stride was confident. She held a fist behind her back and with the other, she pushed her glasses back to the bridge of her nose.

"I recommend you try and kill some time while I fix everything," Lisa continued. She was outside her room. She looked back at Lincoln and smirked. "And try not to touch, will you?" Then Lisa slipped into her room like a snake.

Lincoln didn't know what she meant by that. When the boy turned around and saw Lori standing over him like a God, he jumped. Lori laughed at his fear. When Lincoln heard her contagious chuckles, he growled and gently grabbed her wrist.

"Come on," Lincoln said bitterly as he marched down the stairs. When he was at the bottom, he looked around and peeked a head in the dining room. His sister were eating loudly and grossly. He shivered.

When Lincoln looked at Lori, her stray golden locks scratched across her face and her eyes were fixed on him. Her anger subsided and now she was… confused. Where was Lincoln taking her?

Lincoln dragged her across the living room and to his parents room. He pushed her inside and closed the door behind him.

The room was dark. The curtains were drawn and the bed sheets were a mess. A strange smell lingered in the air that made Lincoln wonder what his parents did before they left. He shook his head and pushed the nasty thought away. He walked over to the closet in a swift march.

He opened the slide door and rummaged through the tacky and tasteless clothes. He pushed away the collared polos, button up shirts, and khaki pants. When he dug in deep enough, he pulled out brown cargo shorts. He held it up to his face, touching it with the tips of his fingers.

"Did Mom really wear this?" Lincoln asked himself. He shrugged and tossed it over his shoulder. The shorts landed on Lori's chest and she quickly grabbed it as it slipped down her smooth skin. "Put it on." Lincoln added.

Lori stretched out the brown shorts and looked at it in its entirety. She looked back up at Lincoln.

"I don't have any underwear," Lori said. Lincoln groaned. He bend over and reached for a white drawer. He opened it, stuck his hand in and pulled out solid blue panties. He looked at it, wondering if it was too big on Lori but tossed it over his shoulder anyway. It landed on her face as she was putting on the short. Lori yelped.

"I can't see," She said, voice muffled and panicking.

Lincoln ignored her. He went back to the closet, looking for a shirt. He needed to find something for Lori. Something that wasn't his mom's favorite. But all mom's clothes were her favorite. And if she finds out that someone was messing around in her room, she was gonna throw a fit.

Lincoln concentrated, scanning the line of shirts for a good choice. Then something in the corner caught his eye. He reached for it and pulled out a tank top. It was way too small for mom. And it was such a simple, nasty color: light blue. There was no design. It was old and bland, lacking any spark to it and looking like there was a coat of dust over it. The only place this disgusting article belonged in was the dump.

It was perfect.

Lincoln yanked the tank top off the hanger and brought it up to his face. A satisfied smile touched his face.

"Here, put this on," Lincoln spun around and tried handing Lori the shirt. He froze when he saw Lori with the shorts up to her waist, zipper down and no belt. The panties hung from her shoulder and her hair fell over her face.

Lincoln's mouth was hung and his brow was raised. Lori looked and smiled with an awkward chuckle.

"Help," Lori called out.

Lincoln shook his head. His brows pinched and his eyes stared daggers at Lori.

"No," Lincoln spat out. "You can do it yourself. Lincoln threw her the shirt and it landed on her naked chest."

He walked away from the closet and to the bedroom door. He opened it and walked out but when he closed the door, he opened it again and peared his head in.

"Put on the underwear first, you moron," Lincoln said. "I'll be waiting out here when you're done."

Lincoln didn't wait for a response. He went back out and closed the door again. Lori kept her eyes on the door for a while and when she felt a cold breeze run down her back, she put on the tank top.

It was a bit loose but fine nonetheless. She looked down at her shorts, the rough fabric rubbed against her private parts and made her tickle. She looked for the underwear. When she found it on her shoulder, under one of the straps, she yanked it and held it up to her eyes.

It was blue. Light blue. She liked the color. It matched with her shirt.

She looked past the underwear and looked at her fingers again. They were long and boney. Her nails were long and her sharp knuckles pushed against her rough skin. Her eyes ran down to her wrist then down her arm, she stopped when she saw her large boobs.

She knew she'd get big when she grew up, like mommy's, but she thought that was years away. She only had small lumps before but know they were like… pillows?

She dropped the panties on the floor. Her hands bent and cupped her breasts. She squeezed.

Yeah, pillows.

She flattened her hands under the folds of her boobs and chest. She pushed them a bit, making them bounce on her hand. It was kind of funny but when she started to get into it, a weird sensation ran down her spine. Her chest arched forward and an electric joy pierced her heart.

Her face burned and her breathes were rugged. She let go of her breasts and let them hang out. They split down her chest and she remembered her shorts. Oh, yeah. She needed to change.

Lori reached and pulled her shorts down. A mysterious breeze touched her flesh. She hissed. Something about being naked felt nice or maybe it was the clothes that made her uncomfortable. Her body already felt… rough?

Moving was such a hassle. Back then (about an hour ago) her little body was like a twig. Her arms and legs were noodles. Her bones were weak and her muscles were pretty much non-existent.

But now, her body was large. Lori took note of where everything bent. The joint of her arms, the rise and fall of her muscles, it all made her curious. Her long hair that felt heavy, itchy, and long was annoying. Her heavy chest hurt her back and her meaty thighs and breasts jiggled at the slightest movement.

And the one thing she couldn't get past was her voice. She couldn't quite put a finger on it but it sounds like one of those generic teen, snobby voices she always saw on kids shows. She didn't like it much but it was her voice. It had a certain spunk to it that made her feel powerful.

I mean, did you see the way Lincoln listened to her. When she told him to stop, he did. Probably not at first, but when she got up and showed him how tall she was, that scared him good. Lori protected her little sister and stood up to Lincoln. No one ever did that. To be honest, Lori should've let Lincoln hurt Lisa. It would've been fair. Lisa hurt her too. Lori shook her head. No, it wouldn't be right. Lincoln might've done it, though.

Mom and Dad made sure that every single one of them had to silence to Lincoln cuz he was the oldest. They had to follow his rules cuz he was the oldest. And they always did cuz he was the loudest and strongest. Lincoln was bossy and mean and she didn't know why. But she felt like that was going to change cuz he wasn't the oldest… not anymore.

A creepy smile stretched across her face.