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only-have-size-for-you · 12 hours ago

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macro/micro m/m nsft, noncon, cock vore

An exhausted office worker sexually coerces his shrunken assistant with paltry amounts of cash. Five bucks goes a lot longer when you’re three inches tall.

Friday. 7:30 PM. Or 19:30, as Jeff always insisted on calling it. Michael, admittedly, found his vaguely Soviet jokes pretty entertaining, but being the only damn dude left in the office on a fucking Friday put a hell of a damper on his sense of humor. 19:30. Fuck, it was stupid, none of the clocks even read military, how was that good communication? Jeff even had his damn laptop time set to military. How did that help anyone?

This document wasn’t loading. It had been nearly a minute. These things were big, but come the fuck on, a minute? Weren’t they supposed to have decent fucking Internet here, and he pulled up the lower-res scan, he knew he had, fuck! Michael buried his face in his hands for a moment, then ripped them away, slamming them down onto the desk.

The little figure in the corner of his desk jumped and Michael sighed. “Sorry,” he muttered. Rodney politely nodded back to him, awkward smile, then returned to typing on his (comparatively) massive, clunky keyboard, set up on the miniature desk, complete with miniature ergonomic chair and miniature trinkets and desk decor, on top of Michael’s.

He probably didn’t have to apologize. All the office shrinkees (shrunken-person employees, desktop assistants, whatever) were used to the shaking and bumping and loud noises. Just about anything was a loud noise to them at three inches tall. Most of ‘em didn’t even bother trying to talk to their normal coworkers anymore, too damn quiet. Michael hadn’t heard a word from Rodney all day. Not even a spot of opposition when Michael informed him that they were gonna stay late to finish this damn incident report, just quickly hidden disappointment and a quiet, subservient nod.

“Pull up the pictures that Marsha emailed out,” Michael ordered. Little nod.

Tiny people were so weird to look at. And it was easy enough to avoid looking at them, even without realizing it. They were just so little and marginal, you’d have to crane all the way in to really get a look at their faces, and then people saw you invading personal space like that and started filing reports and you had to talk to your manager and it was a whole damn thing. Rodney was decently visible at this distance, but Michael never really wanted to get a look at him anyways. Michael had problems to think through, and Rodney had emails to draft for Michael.

But he did need a break, and all the texts from Tommy were pissing him off too bad to check his phone, and it wasn’t like there were other coworkers around to distract him. In an effort to take a plain and simple breather, Michael found his eyes drifting down to his little assistant.

How old was this dude anyway? He seemed young, much younger than Michael, but it was pretty rare for anyone to shrink younger than 25 and he seemed so well-adjusted to his lot in life. He was chipper, quickly recovered from offenses. He was so cleaned up too. Had a neat little spiky haircut, a well-groomed mustache.

All of them dressed nicely, but not too nicely. Didn’t wanna one-up any of the normal workers. Rodney was accomplishing this with a navy tie on his little pinstripe button-up. Not too well-fitted─ squinting down at him from this distance, Michael could see it was pretty loose around the stomach, tight on the shoulders─

Wait, Rodney was buff .

Rodney looked up at him through his specs, going wide-eyed when he realized how intently Michael was staring. He nodded to Michael’s screen. Rodney had pulled up the pictures, no doubt, but Michael was suddenly less interested. He didn’t break his stare.

“Take off your clothes,” Michael said.

Rodney recoiled back. He looked back at his computer screen, then down at himself, then back up at Michael. He opened his mouth, and Michael strained to hear him squeaking out an “excuse me?”

“You heard me right.” He would have been a little more polite, but he was so goddamn stressed. A long look at some real muscle was what he needed, height regardless.

Rodney fretted some more. Of course it was against company policy, and of course he would be deeply allied to company policy. Supposedly Michael would be more at fault than Rodney, but he had never seen HR decisions swing against normal employees in these sorts of disputes. Shrinkees were just so damn disposable.

He’d never gotten a solid number of how much money they made. Carl got tipsy at a work party once and he said “almost nothing.” Almost nothing. “How come they don’t just replace us all, then?” “Well, hell, you know shrinkees. They don’t disagree with you. How’re you s’posed to run a company when no one ever disagrees with you?”

Relatedly, Rodney was still waffling between obeying his employer and obeying his deskmate.

“Five bucks,” Michael said.

Rodney perked up. Five bucks. That’d get Michael a decent Taco Bell lunch. Could probably feed a family of shrinkees for a month. Did Rodney have a family? He had a little picture frame on his desk, what was in that thing?

Michal gestured for him to go ahead.

Delicately, he pulled his tie loose from his neck and set it down on the desk. He glanced up at Michael, then quickly back down. He was already squirming under his gaze, and Michael found himself excited about it. Man, why hadn’t he been an asshole sooner? It felt amazing, making him writhe like that as he undid his buttons, one at a time, even as his miniscule fingers trembled.

Rodney pulled off his button-up, hanging it on the back of the chair. He had a white tank top underneath, perfect to show off his round shoulders and the slopes of his arms, harshly lit from overhead by the desk lamp. When Michael licked his lips, he noticed how much he was salivating. Even at that size, he could see Rodney’s biceps twitching and bulging as he pushed himself up from his chair. One foot went back up on the seat, and he got to work untying his shoes.

Michael snorted and Rodney glanced up, looking terrified. “You’re so professional,” he muttered. Realizing he was teasing, Rodney flustered and quickly went back to his shoes. “Is this what it’s like when you’re stripping in front of other shrinkees? Do you fold your socks before you fuck?” He frowned. “Do you fuck other shrinkees?”

Both shoes off and tucked neatly under his desk. Rodney’s only response was a darker blush, and he stood on leg at a time, grabbing his chair for support, as he tugged off his little black socks. He tossed them both down onto Michael’s desk. They hit the corner of a stray document. Rodney looked up at him darkly.

Michael smiled. “Alright, point taken.” The sock looked so tiny on the edge of the page that if he didn’t see it fall there, he’d probably assume it was a printing error. He reached to pinch it up. When he did, Rodney stumbled backwards on instinct.

God, it was tiny. The fabric was impossibly thin, the stitching imperceptible (he assumed there was stitching, at least), the form so… perfect. It was a sock. It was smaller than his pinkie nail. Did they make these in little factories, staffed by shrinkees? Jesus, what did those make? Less than almost nothing?

Rodney pulled his slacks down. His thighs were thick and well-built, his ass dense, and if Michael squinted he swore he could see dimples under his tight briefs. He didn’t skip leg day, no doubt, but all the stairs up and down from the full-size desks must’ve helped too. Briefly, an image flashed in Michael’s mind: Rodney, six foot whatever, slamming him against a wall, strong enough to hold him there. God, wasn’t that cruel? Being three inches tall was giving Rodney a body he could barely make use of.

His package… well, some disappointment. At this scale and distance, Michael couldn’t really tell.

The tank top next. Michael’s thoughts simplified with his lust. Round pecs, light hair down his torso, the hint of abs under some functional chub… delicious. What else was there to say?

Rodney hesitated at the briefs. He glanced up at Michael, who only smirked. Message received loud and clear. With a defeated look to the table’s surface, Rodney stripped off his last bit of protection. Oh, those were dimples alright. And a pretty soft cock, intact, haloed by trimmed dark hair. Rodney looked back to Michael’s face. Ashamed, clearly, begging Michael to be satisfied and get on with the work. Why? Couldn’t he be grateful for a little appreciation from a proper man? Rodney was sure good at looking pretty, but what the hell else?

Michael sucked his lip. Near out of his control, his hand crept towards the body on display, perking up to wrap fingers around him. Rodney stumbled back and shouted “hey!”.

“I’ve held you plenty before,” Michael muttered. Well, he had, but Rodney always clearly hated it. And that definitely wasn’t selling him. He hummed. “Ten.” Then, after a pause: “Total, not additionally.”

And Michael thought his face couldn’t fall any more. When he took a deep, bracing breath and slowly nodded… his shame was kind of adorable.

So a thumb came up to his chest and stroked down the hair, positioned its tip in the border of one pectoral and squished the muscle in delicate circles. What a texture. He had some instinct to grab him and squish him like a stress ball but that might cross some line. Man, what was Rodney’s line? How much cash would it take to find out?

Michael brought his hand behind Rodney and scooped him up to bring him in to his face. The guy seemed a bit intimidated by the proximity of his massive eye- scrutinized. Deeply. With his opposite index finger he pressed the side of his face and turned his head. What delicate eyebrows, what a well-formed, straight nose. “Oh, you’re gorgeous. What a waste…”

Rodney shot a glare at him. Oh, he was offended by that alright. Michael couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Well, don’t take it too personally.”

The rare voice made itself heard again. “You think I care what you think?” Rodney snapped.

“You kind of have to, don’t you? It’s this job or the slums, am I right?”

He bristled. Michael must have been right. Funny.

Michael’s thumb pinned Rodney’s arm above his head, against Michael’s palm. The way his back muscles flexed out was entrancing. He was having way too much fun playing around with him like a doll. Rodney stayed pliable, but his expression was dark and almost bored, keeping even eye contact with the man who was a twitch away from amputating one of his limbs. For a second, Michael wondered if there was a little more going on behind his constant chipper demeanor, but he found the thought was a bit of a turn-off and discarded it just as quickly.

Michael licked his lips and brought his hands to his mouth.

“Stop,” Rodney said.

Michael frowned at him.

He gestured his hand up.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Fifteen. I’m paying you to get you off?”

“So you are.”

“Jesus,” he grumbled.

His tongue flickered out to Rodney’s abs, pressing down enough to feel the tense muscles (SO tense) under his soft belly. At this size, how did he still taste so strongly of man? His focus lowered (pretty impatiently) to Rodney’s groin, putting Michael’s nose just resting above his shoulder, his little head pushed to the size. And the smell… lovely smell. He took the little dick so carefully between his lips, surprising himself with his own delicacy. He tired of the control he had to exercise around the shrinkees, but this was somehow different. This made him feel powerful.

Rodney’s breath hitched as Michael felt the organ plump up inside his mouth, and he gasped again when Michael smiled and his mouth got a little tighter. He gave him one more lick before he opened his mouth to speak and felt Rodney collapse back in his hand. “Where’s that cool-guy attitude, huh?” He giggled. “We can even get you guys off better than you can. God, what a life. How do you compare…” he trailed off.

Michael unzipped his fly and tugged out his hard cock. Rodney’s terrified expression as he gawked down at it had him suppressing laughter. He never thought of himself as anything special, but bringing Rodney close to it, watching as it seemed to grow and grow relative to his tiny form, that was something. Rodney gripped at his palm in some attempt to stay as far away from his member as possible, and when it just continued to encroach Michael heard the squeaks of protest again. He huffed. “God, you are so… Thirty. Alright?”

The protests stopped.

The two finally made contact, Rodney’s face pressed right under his cockhead, and electric shocks went through Michael’s spine. The soft, wriggling flesh was fantastic against him- lots of unpredictable pinpoint stimulation alongside the power fantasy. Rodney’s toes didn’t make halfway down his cock. Michael couldn’t even see Rodney, he was completely eclipsed. His view must have been all pink, squishy flesh, pulsing more fervently with every move he made. Michael stroked him against his dry skin. He could feel him getting more and more battered. Slowly, he moved the little form up, savoring the sensation of every body part rubbing against his head. When his hand was no longer in contact with his cock, he thrust back down quickly. He missed, and Rodney’s feet slipped right into his slit.

Both of them yelped in unison. Tight, fuck, tight as hell, and setting off so much stimulation that he froze up. Rodney came back to his senses first and started trying to kick his legs out, but before he even thought about it, Michael was death gripping him into stillness so only his feet were wiggling. He panted. That was just… so much. The intrusion, the movement, the stimulation from the inside out. He lurched forward as Rodney kicked in just a little deeper. His hand inched down.

“No!” Rodney screamed. Just loud enough to make out. “No, no, you can’t, you-” a thumb over his face restricted him to muffled screams and Michael sighed. His hand moved further and further in and all those furious protests moved into him, sending pleasure further and further into his body, copious pre lubricating the path in. His legs tensed, torn between curling in and kicking out, and his heart went into overdrive. When the pleasure mounted, he slowed down. He couldn’t cum just yet. He couldn’t fuck this up.

The denial left him in limbo, blurred thoughts, fluttering eyelids, twitching muscles, inarticulate noises. Those thighs were thick, there were stretching him open… He grit his teeth. Tissues expanding, skin pulled taut… more than he thought possible. Some relief at Rodney’s tiny waist, and it took some fiddling to force his hands in. Those tiny fingers, fighting at his tip, restrained by his own massive digits. Fingers so tiny they seemed to set off individual nerves, and he had a whole person encased in his own. As his slit closed in on Rodney’s massive shoulders, he breathed slow, shaky, and squeezed his eyes shut. His hand retreated from his dick for a moment- he heard a miniscule sob.

He opened his eyes. A bead of sweat dripped down his brow. Only Rodney’s head was free. He was twisting it side to side, but he wasn’t freeing himself, that was for sure. If anything, his confines were getting even more restrictive. Tiny eyes made contact with his and Michael got a moment of relief when Rodney stopped moving to make his final plea.

“Michael-” he squeaked.

He was about to have his coworker… entirely inside of his body . He smiled.

Rodney’s head popped right in with a twitch of Michael’s thumb, and his last cry was cut off by the consuming flesh.

The thrashing came right back and Michael gripped at the edges of his chair and let out a growl. Fuck, fuck, it was hard to resist. He took a moment to breathe, preparing himself, and then brought one hand back down, to his tip, gently massaging himself, moving the thumping bulge further down, groaning as he went. Moment by moment, his hand was shaking more and more, and he was losing the precision needed to make this work. The bulge reached his base… Rodney moved more violently. Michael’s arms froze up, and it took gentle flexing to regain control. With a little extra pressure from his shaking fingers, Michael felt something pushed open. He squealed.

The movement down there, halfway between shaft and testicle, stimulated him all over. His cock, his stomach, shooting up through his chest. He gripped himself on instinct, then let go when pleasure shot through him again. He could barely touch himself, the stimulation from inside was so overpowering, so his hands went back to clawing into his seat.

Hands-off, Rodney was sliding in on his own at this point, even if he could feel the jolts of lingering resistance. Michael threw his head back and moaned. Slipping into place… fuck, fuck. The little mass fell in and slammed itself against him, forcefully, and he cried out, full-out spasming. He lurched forward. And again, and again, oh fuck-

He scrambled to grab a wad of tissues from the box on his desk. His fingers were trembling so badly he could barely get a grasp on them. Michael just barely got them down to his head as another wave of overwhelming sensation ran up through his body and rocketed cum out of his dick. He opened his mouth, but it was like he’d run out of sounds to make. All that came out was strained gasping, ripping at his lungs. He had a moment of lucidity to be thankful that the movement in his balls had stopped. He might’ve died if he had to deal with more of it mid-orgasm. The pressure must’ve squeezed Rodney still- oh, God, that perfect little form immobilized in his testicle, Jesus, what a sexy thought.

Michael’s head dropped to his desk with a thunk. “Fuck,” he whispered. He was shaking. His whole body was shaking. His cock was still throbbing, and another tiny jolt from his ball sent him into a spasm and a strained moan. “Oh, fuck, fuck, it hurts,” he whimpered, and his libido continued to betray him with more shocks of insane pleasure. It hurt, and it was too much, and he fucked up, he fucked up so bad, he had a coworker in his nut, and dear God he needed more of this. Another movement. He squealed, breathy and desperate. “Stop fucking moving,” he hissed. Rodney froze.

Isn’t he so perfectly obedient, even after all that? something whispered to him. Isn’t this where they all oughta be?

Michael pushed his head up. Bleary-eyed, he opened an incognito page on his desktop. He could get Rodney out, couldn’t he? He hadn’t doomed the guy?

Google said you could get them out easy. You could take your time with it, even.

He took a little bit longer to calm himself down. Even the weight of the foreign object was too much to think clearly with. He looked down at his dick. Right nut notably bigger than the left… But now he wanted to watch, see him wriggling around, the futile fighting… Inside him. Like he was turning this man into an organ, devoted to his pleasure. All that muscle, all that life, all for him.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Rodney… just-just a bit longer in there. Don’t tell anyone… and keep moving, and… two hundred dollars.”

Michael would have to skip a few dinners out. Rodney would be a rich man.

A hesitant kick, and his skin bulged out as a shiver ran up his spine. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed. The movement picked up again. His forehead was back on his desk and one hand on his dick. Delicate stroking along its length blew his thoughts clean out of his head. So much he should be thinking about… the unfinished report, Tommy begging to know when he’d finally get home, the fact that he’d have to teach himself how to fish a man out of his nut,

Or you don’t fish him out.

Worry about it later. For now, the pleasure, the pleasure.

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only-have-size-for-you · 12 hours ago

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male human/massive genderless monster nsft, lil bit of masochism and injury

Chuck is, somehow, the only person in town brave enough to get within a mile of Maisie. He doesn’t really get the big deal. It’s ten feet tall and nowhere near human, sure, but it’s so lonely and it’s only ever been sweet to him. Unfortunately, he was barely paying attention when Maisie warned him about the upcoming rut. He somehow accidentally agreed to help out, and the prospect of crazed animal fucking with that many claws and teeth and pounds of muscle involved has him reconsidering his bravery. But still, it promised it would try to be gentle, and he probably owes it this much.

Chuck pulled off the side of the road, parking his truck in its usual little ditch under the gnarled oak tree, which had apparently just given up on staying green and rained vibrant red leaves into his bed. He zipped up his winter coat as he stepped out. First week he’d have to bother with that thing. The worn-down hunter’s path through the grasses would take him most of the way to Maisie’s den, but he’d have to fight through plants for the last fifteen minutes or so of his hike.

It had been noisy recently, like cries that were audible from the northernmost parts of town. Not bothering Main Street or the rich little vacation units in the west, thank God, but Paul heard them during his hardware store trip and Chuck had to talk him down again. Seemed like everyone but him was terrified of Maisie, and he just didn’t understand it. Sure, the first time he ever interacted with it was because of some macho bet, but by now he’d been visiting it weekly for six months and the worst he’d ever gotten was a few cuts and bruises. It definitely wasn’t a human-eater, for the love of all things holy.

He tried to drag people up here with him, occasionally. Get it some more company. It was the only member of its species in maybe the entire state, stranded after fleeing forest fires and stuck while recouping energy to relocate, and to top it all off the poor thing had one friend. It had told him that where it came from, its community lived near humans without incident. “They’re a social species,” he insisted, “It’s borderline cruelty.” But everyone got a bit stuck on the ten-feet-tall thing.

Also, he had to admit it: every Friday afternoon was a bit of a commitment. It got a little tiring. If he had someone to switch off with every once in a while… well, he wouldn’t complain.

Chuck dropped his backpack at a tree. Maisie’s campground was quiet, as was standard this time of day. The firepit was dead, the massive weaponry was neatly put away in its shallow, covered pit, and the buried clay pot food stores were closed up. On a breezy day like today, it was usually napping in a clear spot, but he guessed the cold was finally too much. Chuck waltzed over to the den, a massive hole cleared out under the roots of a long-dead stump, its entrance covered with a fur. Sure enough, when he pulled it back Maisie was cuddled up inside, twitchier than usual. Dreaming of a hunt, maybe? But he’d seen that before, it was usually calmer than this. Odd.

It was kind of nice to take it in without all its insane waking energy. The thick fur, the long ears, the head- halfway between humans’ flat face and a muzzle. Its build let it easily switch between bipedal and quadruped- long arms, flexible ankles. He tried to focus on the more human traits. It made it easier for him. But looking at it asleep like this, he had to admit that the only separation between friend and predator was how it chose to treat him.

Chuck got down on his haunches and leaned in, grabbing one of the roof roots for support. “Maisie,” he sing-songed. It got twitchier. It snuffled and kicked at the dirt walls that surrounded it. He smiled. “Maisie, wake up, Chuck’s here.”

Its eyes shot open and focused in on him. For a moment he saw a flash of raw animal, but before it fully registered Maisie was rocketing out of its den and sweeping him off his feet in an enthusiastic bearhug. “CHUCK!!” it screamed.

Chuck laughed and hugged back. “Come on, let me down.” Maisie obeyed, settling down and allowing his feet back on solid earth. As he took in the embrace, his expression slowly went cold.

He was prepared for the familiar affections, but something about this time made him pause. Maisie was gripping him a little tighter, maybe? He could feel the tips of its claws just starting to dig into his sides. It was shivering a little, and definitely not from the cold. The moment he buried his face into its soft, thick fur, he realized exactly what had been confusing him. The smell. Maisie was always a little musky, woodsy-smelling, but this was overwhelming. It made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Strong and acrid, a little bloody, traveling deep into his head to fry his nostrils. Chuck tore away and frowned up at its face.

It cooed and twisted its head to the side, exposing its neck to him. Even if Maisie was freaking him out a little, he couldn’t help but smile and give it a quick rub. It trilled. “YOU CAME! YOU REALLY CAME!”

He giggled and stroked its fur down. “Maisie, of course I came. You know it’s Friday, right?”

Maisie grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into the den, chittering when he fell onto its chest. Not his first time sharing the den, but that was a bit sudden. It rolled over and pressed him against the cool dirt wall. A nice temperature as usual, but always a little wet and the earthy smell could be a little overwhelming. That, combined with whatever Maisie had rolled in…

Maisie huffed. “Oh, but Chuck, you didn’t seem to want to talk about it last time. I thought, well,” it went quiet, “I thought maybe you were a little scared of me.”

He laughed. “Scared of you? Maisie-” Chuck froze as he suddenly recalled the end of their last visit, when Maisie was rambling and he was checking his phone, half-listening.

“I just wanted you to know, Chuck. It’s that time of year, and-and if you visit me in the next few weeks, I don’t know if I could stop myself!”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

“We don’t mind doing things with friends, but I know humans are more complicated… Oh, Chuck, I wouldn’t be mad at all if you avoided me all season!”

“We’ll see, Maisie, we’ll see.”

Chuck went cold.

When he came to, it was already frantically unzipping his jacket. He panicked and grabbed its paws (-hands? something in between), feeling them vibrate. His hands looked a little comical there, barely pinching the side of each palm, but it still stopped and looked him in the eyes. As much as he hated thinking about it, his physical disadvantage here was the first thing on his mind. Maisie had to look down at him, but its legs stretched far past his. It was half curled up just to reasonably interact with him.

“What’s wrong?” it hissed.

“Um, nothing, but-”

It sighed and rubbed its muzzle against his neck. “Oh, Chuck, don’t scare me. I’m s-so sensitive like this. I’m so nervous that you’re afraid.”

Guilt shot through his body. He was afraid! Those claws, those muscles, the hundreds of pounds Maisie had on him! What if it ripped him to shreds in the throes of pleasure? But fuck, he was only in this situation because he couldn’t look up from his damn phone for thirty seconds to pay a little more attention to something that was so completely alone.

“Well, uh, Maisie, it’s just that-” he let one hand go to stroke its chest and felt nubs under a patch of sparser fur. Those weren’t usually there. It groaned at the contact and he felt its paw shaking a little harder. “You’re a good friend of mine, and, um, I’m happy to help out, but you will have to take things slow and try to be gentle. I’m a lot smaller than you.”

It chittered. “Of course! Don’t worry, Chuck, I’ve been thinking lots about how small you are!”

His eyes widened. “What?”

Maisie pulled it paws away (again reminding him of its incredible strength) and covered its face, chittering loudly. “No, no, that sounded wrong! I, I.” It moved down again, pulling off his jacket and sliding long digits under his sweater, stroking up his chest. It liked feeling his body hair- it called it fur. “Maybe you don’t have the size or-or the anatomy, but there’s definitely more…” It took his hand, interlacing their fingers. “...dexterity.”

He blushed. In the moment he was distracted, it was already back to work forcing his sweater over his head. He squirmed in the cold. “I’ll keep you warm,” Maisie cooed.

It pressed in to him, fur against bare skin, and snuffed into the crook of his neck. Chuck closed his eyes and took deep breaths. Maybe he could be cool about this! Maisie wasn’t mentally too different from a human, how different could the sex be? He felt hot breath on his neck and he relaxed into it until he felt wet teeth close in. He hissed and his eyes went wide open. Maisie was ever so delicately gnawing on him, his neck fully between its jaws. He considered protesting, but before he could make a decision a thick tongue covered his skin in lazy circles. He took a shuddery breath.

It drew back and he was shocked to find himself disappointed. “Chuck,” it muttered into his ear. “Please, I-I’m so pent up.”

He nodded. “Could you maybe flip me back?”

It quickly hugged him and put him back on top. The slight change already made him feel a lot better. Sure, he was laying on a torso wider than a rodeo bull, but he didn’t have half a ton hovering over him anymore.

He looked it over. He wasn’t… unfamiliar with Maisie’s body, they had roughhoused and cuddled plenty, but he had never needed to think about them… like this. He wasn’t sure Maisie had thought about his body much before its heat either. Probably.

The main physical difference now was that its fur, from its chest to its groin, was sparser in two rows of spots along its nipples. Those were pretty obviously sensitive. He rolled one on its stomach under his thumb in a lazy circle. Maisie squealed. Chuck took its opposite with his other hand and played with them both.

“Lower, lower,” it muttered. “Please, no more foreplay.”

Foreplay… that was an interesting word to know, if it only ever used English with humans and only fucked its own species. Or maybe it didn’t, if the dexterity comment was anything to go off.

Chuck slid down and straddled a leg. Watching its face carefully for permission (well, okay, obviously it wanted it but he didn’t want to find out that consent was being revoked the hard way), he combed through the thick fur of its groin until he felt something wet. Maisie bared its teeth to stifle a moan.

So there was something there. That was comforting. Feeling around, though, it wasn’t a familiar landscape at all. Sort of lips? Where he would’ve expected a clit, there was nothing, but as he ran his thumb up and down the side, he felt a row of bumps on the side and Maisie whimpered. There was another set on the other side. He felt in the middle- he supposed that was a vagina.

To his surprise, his hand slid in like it was nothing. It made sense, considering the size difference… Almost experimentally, he slid it deeper, and deeper, and deeper. The second he felt some resistance, halfway between his shoulder and elbow, Maisie cried out in pain. “Okay!” he said. “Alright, alright, that’s my limit.”

It let out a tolerant whimper and nodded.

Chuck pulled back out to his wrist and pushed back in to just before his elbow, then back in. He pushed his arm to either side as he moved to stimulate its… clits. When he pumped in, he tried to aim up, about where the G-spot might be comparatively, assuming everything scaled up. He tried not to think about that to hard. Every time he considered this in comparison to a human vagina, the mental image of a penis the size of his arm popped into his head.

Slowly, he got into a good rhythm of well-aimed pumping. Maisie whined in response and lightly bucked its hips, grinding its head into the den wall.. It was definitely restraining itself, hopefully remembering his reminder from earlier. The nervous energy was gone, at least. Maisie didn’t seem to be enjoying itself, though, just relieved to be sated. Chuck reminded himself that he was only doing this to fulfill his friend’s biological need… but still, it was his friend, and it deserved some real satisfaction, and maybe there was a part of him that thought making a hulking beast moan and writhe was a little exciting?

With his spare hand, Chuck returned to the row of engorged nipples. He took the lowest between his fingers and tweaked it down.

Maisie squealed. “Harder,” it managed.

He frowned and tugged.

It cried out. “Oh, harder! Hurt me!”

Was this how its species always fucked? That didn’t help his nerves. With a gulp, Chuck wound his arm up and smacked its belly, hard.

Maisie howled, ringing around the den, coursing out, echoing through the valleys. His buddies were gonna have some questions about that. The howling devolved in whimpering whines and barks, and after waiting a second for it to cool down, he grasped a handful of their belly skin, and, in coordination, plunged his arm in deep while his other hand twisted.

With a deafening, growling bark, Maisie pulled itself forward, twisting its body around him, and grabbed his scalp with long claws out for purchase. Not breaking skin, but damn close. Time froze as he waited for it to regain control, or decide what to do, or-or something. It managed to ease its grip and slowly pushed his head down. “Your mouth,” it hissed. He wasn’t used to that kind of cold demand from Maisie at all.

He slid his arm out and tried to comb through and separate the dense fur. Silently, he promised himself that he would never complain about bush again. Chuck finally managed to expose its vulva and brought his head down to lap at the opening. If he spread his tongue out as wide as possible, he found he could run it along both sets of bumps at the same time. Glancing up, Maisie had carefully spaced out three fingers on each hand to rub one nipple each. Pretty impressive. Chuck wondered how often it masturbated… no chance it got that level of practice if the libido was just a seasonal thing, right?

When he switched to sucking on one side, he felt Maisie lurch back up and the claws returned to his scalp. Both sets this time. He continued and ran his tongue up and down, up and down. Incredible pressure began to mount on both sides of his head, two furry thighs clamping down on his skull.

“Maisie,” he grunted.

It froze for a moment, then quickly relieved the pressure. “Oh, Chuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Maisie brought its head down to apologetically lap at his face. Chuck couldn’t help but smile. “Are-are you okay?” He’d only stopped for a moment, but it was already shaking again. Chuck actually was glad he came. He couldn’t imagine leaving them to suffer through this alone.

“I’m fine, it was just starting to hurt.” He patted its inner thigh to reassure, then started to slide his hand up further while looking at Maisie for permission.

“Yes, yes please!” it cooed eagerly.

He smiled and got to sucking the opposite side. The texture was actually pretty fun. He could feel the bumps compressing under his tongue, practically bouncing off each other when he ran it up and down.

Maisie, to its credit, seemed to be putting a lot of effort into not crushing him. Its front paws were at its chest, squeezing around its nipples, and its back paws were spread apart with claws digging hard into the ground, hopefully keeping them firmly rooted there. He pressed his tongue in harder and it squealed. Ramping up speed and pressure, he watched its reactions closely. It whimpered as its own claws dug into its chest. Slowly, he tipped his head to the side to reinsert his hand. He kept the penetration shallower this time, just far enough to hit what seemed to be a sensitive spot.

Maisie bucked and panted. “Oh… faster.”

He obeyed. Chuck could feel the oncoming cramp, but it seemed close enough to finishing for him to stick it out. He was momentarily distracted by a loud thump. Looking up, Maisie had started hitting its chest. Was the masochism always a thing, or was that rut-exclusive?

Its breath suddenly quickened. Chuck’s attention piqued and he got his arm going as quickly as possible while ramping up the energy on eating it out. After some quick energetic humping, its hole clamped down on his wrist and it howled loudly, even more strained and ragged than the first. His mouth filled with fluid, thick and shockingly sweet. He couldn’t move his arm much, but he kept up on sucking the throbbing clits until Maisie quieted down to slow, heavy breaths.

Chuck sat up. It was leaning against the den wall, its chest moving slow. If he just saw it like this, he’d assumed it was in deep sleep. When it opened its eyes again he jumped a little.

“I want you in me,” it whispered.

He glanced down at his hand, still half-in.

“Your cock…”

He blushed. Actually, now that he had a second to breathe, he realized he was hard, but it was still pretty lame compared to his entire forearm. “Um, it’s not exactly-”

With incredible speed, Maisie was sitting up and looming over him. It grabbed his wrists and slammed them against the wall. His heart leapt to his throat. “I-I don’t care,” it rasped. “I want you .”

Chuck gulped. “...Aright.”

It released him and got to work on his fly. It only took a few seconds before his member sprung up. Maisie ran its long tongue up along his length and savored the single droplet on his tip. He tried to control his breathing.

Maisie straddled him and two paws slid under his ass (allowing themselves a little squeeze), bringing his pelvis up to its crotch with his back pressed against the wall, bits of dirt crumbling into his hair. Fuck, he felt tiny. It brought his cock into the warmth with no trouble- it was loose and wet, but he still got a little bit of a squeeze.

It humped him desperately. With every thrust, he felt the row of bumps along his base, the fur rubbing against his exposed belly. Chuck’s mind was getting foggier. So much goddamn stimulation.

“Show me who’s the boss,” Maisie hissed.

“What?” Why would that even be in question?

“Oh, Chuck… like-like earlier.”

He swallowed. Chuck tried to steady himself against the wall, fighting the constant movement and his own weakening muscles. As soon as he had a bit of stability, he reared his arm back and hit its face hard.

Maisie cried out. “A-again.”

He slapped it.

“Again!”

Chuck took another moment to stabilize, grit his teeth, and slapped it as hard as he could.

Maisie barked. Before he could react, its teeth sunk in to his forearm. Chuck screamed. They both came.

It let him down onto the den floor. For a moment, they panted in silence. Chuck stared, totally dead-eyed, at the roof. Then the pain caught up to him. He bolted upright, grabbing his arm.

“FUCK!”

“Oh, Chuck, I’m so sorry!” Maisie leaned in, jaw open-

“DON’T LICK IT!”

It took a bit of instruction to help Maizie understand the first-aid kit, but it got it fine after that. When it applied the rubbing alcohol and he ground his teeth, it looked particularly guilty.

He kept reassuring it that it was only a shallow wound, it’d be gone in a few weeks. Maybe it revealed some lack of self-preservation or something, but his main fear was that the injury would make it even harder to convince his friends that Maisie wasn’t any threat.

“I’m really sorry,” it cooed, applying the sterile bandages. “I have no idea what came over me.”

“Well, I did cum from it.”

It chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, you knocked me up good.”

“Wait… can I actually get you-”

“No.” There was a hint of disappointment in its voice.

They cuddled back up in its den with one of the furs, Chuck pretty much sitting in its lap. From this spot, with the entrance open, they could watch the sunset through the trees and the occasional crisp breeze hit them. He hated to admit it, but he really needed the aftercare.

Chuck massaged its paw. Calm and steady. “So, what, you’re cool after that?”

“Oh, uh, not really. But it definitely won’t be that intense anymore! No risk for future visits!”

“But if you don’t keep getting fucked, you’ll keep getting all pent up until winter?”

It sighed into his neck and nodded its head.

Chuck twisted around to make eye contact. “Could once a week keep you sane?”

Maisie’s face lit up. “What! Chuck, you don’t mean!”

He smiled and giggled when it licked his face. “I might not be up for it every time, okay? But if it’s not gonna get that extreme anymore… Yeah, we could do that again.”

Maisie squealed, hugging him in with all four limbs. The second he grunted, it eased off. “Sorry, sorry, gentle!”

“Come on, I’m a little tougher than that.”

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male / male / female macro/micro nsft

After successfully finding a couple looking for a threesome, drugging them with aphrodisiacs, permanently shrinking them, and hiding them away to use forever as his personal toys, a man posts his success story to a forum.

Morning, everyone. Haven’t posted any updates since the package came in, been way too caught up in getting things done, but last night everything finally culminated and I want to write it down while I still remember well and they’re still asleep.

I’ve been looking for the ideal couple for a while, because that was always my goal. Found them on Bumble eventually. Bubbly girl, kinda twiggy cute guy. I wanna describe more, but obviously don’t wanna make them too identifiable for legal reasons. Friends can DM me about it. They live an hour away too, so I could reasonably convince them to meet up but I’m outside of the obvious suspect list for their disappearance. Crowded bar, no security cameras, right balance of weird dive place but still mainstream friendly.

Thanks for all the advice about not getting caught. I definitely would’ve been way too sloppy if not for all the tips and masterposts. I wound up figuring out how to do makeup and switching up some personal grooming and styling decisions when I met up with them. I wouldn’t say I looked totally different, but if someone had to list my characteristics that night they wouldn’t be describing what I usually look like. Again, sparing details for caution. So we met up there for like an hour and I somehow didn’t act like a complete psycho, which surprised me, or maybe they were just too excited or lovey-dovey or whatever to notice. And they were extremely lovey-dovey, which was really perfect. I convinced them to drive their car to my house separately from me, which was again perfect for all the disappearance reasons people have been talking about.

My place looked nice. I cleaned up a lot, put up some bold curtains, hung up photos. I’m definitely just keeping it like this from now on. You all were correct, having photos up does make your place look less creepy. Really shocking difference. They sat at my island counter and we flirted while I made the drinks. I made up some story about how I used to have a ton of threesomes with a couple I knew in college and just missed it. I did enjoy getting attention from two people at once, honestly. I might become a threesome guy anyways.

The pills had already been dissolved, so I just had to mix them in. Easy. And yes, I did mix it with the aphrodisiacs. Bought like fifty of those too. Gave myself the non-spiked version. They really liked the drink and didn’t comment on any sort of funny taste. They got horny really, really quickly after that. I could notice them both shifting in their seats within a minute, then eyes kept traveling. I leaned over the counter to grab the guy’s hand and he stuttered. “Little tipsy?” I asked, and he muttered an affirmative. The girl giggled and I giggled back at her. “Couch is right there,” I told them, and brought them over and sat myself down. I had to catch the girl on the way over, she was really stumbling.

“Come on, into my lap,” I told the guy, and he happily crawled on, his girlfriend spreading her legs to straddle us both, kneeling on the couch cushion. Heavy, sure, but nothing I couldn’t stand for just a bit. They kissed each other hard and sloppy, his hands groping her tits. I noticed his thighs anxiously twitching and wiggling and slipped my hand down to his fly, opened his pants up and tugged out his cock. He moaned into her mouth as I stroked him off. She started grinding into him on top of me. Squeezed my hand a little, but I didn’t mind. Especially when I heard her breath start speeding up. If I hadn’t done all that research I would’ve assumed that she was just riled up, but thank God I knew that was the first sign it was about to really kick in.

She panted, hyperventilated, grabbing him desperately and rocking into him. Then it was fast, as fast as you guys said it would be. She clung onto his neck for dear life as her limbs shrunk down, her bottoms slipped right off of her, her shirt bunched up around her shoulders. Finally, her arms were too tiny to keep hold of his neck and she fell right into his lap. Her little body wound up balancing right along his cock, deep in the swamp of her own clothing.

“Wh-” he muttered before he gave up on words.

“Crazy, huh?” I whispered back. “It’s real, alright.” I plucked her out with one hand, gently around her chest, and brushed her clothes onto the floor with the other. She was shocked silent and quivering. It was a really great size, maybe four inches? And she felt amazing in my hand, just like how I imagined. I could feel every delicate awkward twitch of her muscles at once. Her fingers against my skin were so fine and fragile.

He leaned down and squinted at her. “Rosie?” he muttered. Okay, he said her actual identifiable name, but I have taken to calling her that anyways, so roll with it.

“Oh, she’s fine,” I told him. “In fact, she’s gonna love this.” I took the lube I had in my pocket (ALWAYS COME PREPARED!!) and squirted it all the way down her chest. She moaned already at the cold wet touch. I planted her tits-first directly onto his shaft and let a stroke up and down spread the lube over her body. When I pulled her up again, I pressed her cheek into his head. They moaned in unison and he threw his head back onto my shoulder.

I chuckled. “See? Isn’t that good? Doesn’t she just feel amazing like this?”

He whimpered and nodded.

“She really likes it too, look.” I shifted him up further and slightly lowered his cock, so she could ride it without me holding her. She hugged his shaft and licked his head, grinding her pussy against him. “You wouldn’t mind her staying this small, huh?”

He mumbled something. Sounded hesitant. Then his girl hit a sweet spot and I felt him melt. That seemed to take the fight out of him. I slipped her into my palm and slid her around to the underside of his cock, getting her tits right up in all the sensitive bits. He was absolutely glowing. For half a second I regretted slipping him the pill too, thinking about how hot it would be to leave them like this, his girlfriend reduced to his little shameful sex toy. Barely lasted when I thought about what I could do with both of them, though. I was starting to get hard too. I’m sure he could feel it.

When I could feel him building up to orgasm, I held her right up to his tip, just to make sure to get her coated in his cum. He stayed just as hard and needy as he was before he came, starting to desperately grind against me. That stuff really is incredible.

I brought his girl up his face. She was really losing control after getting coated in cum. Flushed, her eyes unfocused, desperately rubbing herself off. “You got her all dirty,” I whispered to him. “How about you clean her off?”

He went in for the kill immediately. Grabbed her from me, tongue all over her, licking up his own cum first and then heading down to her cunt to jam his tongue as far in as he could, running it up along her clit. She was properly screaming. I kept jacking him off while he kept after it.

“You love her this tiny,” I told him. “Who cares if she can’t live her life anymore, right? She doesn’t need to. She can just get you off forever.” He moaned and his breath quickened. I grinned. “You’re really like her god now, huh?” That set her off into the loudest orgasm I’ve ever heard (proportionally), which turned him on even more. “And you wanna know the best part? You’re gonna make me feel that good too.”

He paused. His breath got even faster. “What?”

“You’re about to shrink down just like she did. And I’m gonna take you both home, and you’re gonna get me off however I want.”

He stared down at the woman in his hands. It seemed to really be sinking in now, but it was mainly just making him hornier. He was leaking onto my fingers. “You like that too, huh?” I teased.

“Yeah…” he muttered. “No. I-I have a job-”

“Don’t worry. You won’t need a proper job. Your job can be getting me off.”

He whined and grinded into me.

I stroked his cock again and whispered “looks like you’re going down”. Right on, he shrunk, his girl getting bigger in his hand until she tumbled out on top of him. I pulled his shirt off smoothly as he shrunk out of it and his pants fell off naturally. As quickly as they physically could, they were in each other, going hard and fast, tongue and fingers and cock and all. I let them for a bit. Pulled my dick out, just admired how they looked fucking each other underneath my towering penis. Let them have a little fun. Then I picked them up together and slipped them around me, separating them. They didn’t slow down at all, just moved all that passion into pleasuring me. I held them there around it. It felt fantastic. It was like worship. They had such insane attention to detail, like they were in awe of every little anatomical spot. I need to learn patience, because I just wanted to go insane with it as quickly as possible. I stroked them and they really took it like champs. When I came, mostly onto myself, they were desperate to lick up as much as they could, and then started gently stroking my shaft base, way more pleasurable than overwhelming like I’m used to post-nut stimulation being.

They went into my sweater pocket to keep pounding each other while I took their car way out of town, removed the license plates, and dumped it into a large body of water in the middle of nowhere. Walked more than half an hour to a bus stop and took that home. It was thrilling to have them on me that entire time. And they were incredibly quiet when I told them to be, even when they just kept fucking the entire bus ride home. I wanted to pull them out and just watch them. It’s like I’ve got live porn whenever I want it. But plenty of time for that.

Back home I put them in the locked up little dollhouse I’ve had prepped for foreeevver. They fucked themselves to sleep lol. They’ll probably have more objections to this whole situation tomorrow, but people were talking about early conditioning and shit and yeah. I’m pretty sure I managed that one. They seemed pretty goddamn conditioned. I’m really satisfied and really excited to finally have achieved this. If you’re reading this you can do it too!

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i wonder if Victor from callout ever gets back into writing macro/micro porn. once he gets more hands-on experience and knows he's got tiny friends to look it over who also might find it hot.

maybe he does but maybe he’s too busy doing the real thing to even bother. both r pretty happy endings I think.

I anticipate the post-shrinking size fetish community could get pretty rancid though lol

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callout scraps

“What’s the appeal?” Deacon asked.

Victor drowsily swung his head to the side and grunted something quizzical.

“Like what’s sexy about it?”

“Oh.” He hummed. “I mean… I don’t know. Before, it was just kinda… like, a power thing. Y’know?”

“How ‘bout now?”

“Oh, God.” He brought his hands to his face. “Cause you’re not powerless. Like the kink was the powerlessness, but you proved me wrong, you’re absolutely not powerless.” He reached over to stroke Deacon’s hair. “I really like you guys. And I can’t stand people my size, cause I kinda think they’re idiots now.” Deacon smiled. “It’s still just… magical. I guess. You’re just so small, it’s really incredible.”

He pressed his thumb to Deacon’s chest, and Deacon wrapped his arms loosely around it. “You’ve said as much before.”

Victor scoffed. “Yeah. I get drunk and shit… kind of incredible that it never slipped out.”

“No kidding.”

“And it just… makes my heart pound, I guess. I don’t know.” Deacon kissed his fingertip and Victor bit his lip. “Like that…”

“How have you still not fucked anyone yet?”

He shrugged. “It feels weird. It feels not allowed, or something. Like I’m gonna fuck it up.”

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Victor fucking a tiny for the first time and he risks two chaste little kisses and then starts breathing weird and frantically sucks off their whole body

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only-have-size-for-you · 12 hours ago

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in some other doodling i did w those characters other tinies were making fun of deacon for being very defensive of victor to other tinies. big time glazer lol.

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m/m/f, macro/micro, nsft, discussion of rape and cnc, chatlog format

Direct messages between deacon and Victor M .

deacon good morning to my most favorite big dog on the entire planet, who I am friends with unconditionally. zero conditions, no matter what, besties forever. no judgment also, and no hate on top of that. love and friendship forever and ever.

Victor M what did you do

deacon shockingly, nothing. is this shit for real??

simon (spooky edition!) @ itsalreadyhere Tired of no one believing me when I say don’t trust Victor (@/mindflayvictim). Unshrunken people will not be your allies, cannot be trusted, will only look out for their own interests. Over a period of nine years, Victor was an active participant in communities dedicated to fetishizing the rape of shrunken people. (1/14)

Victor M oh fuck can you give me a second?

deacon yeah, dude.

Victor M okay, read through Deacon do you actually mean all that? about unconditional friendship

deacon yeah dude, 100%. I think if you were gonna rape me you might’ve done it during one of the dozens of times we’ve been wasted in your apartment lol

Victor M thank you first of all i swear to god you’re my best friend and ive never wanted anything from you like feel however you want about this. i understand. i know its fucked up. i promise im the same guy. ive never tried to put on a persona or tried to deceive you or anything he’s leaving a LOT of context out. all of this happened back when no one thought shrinking was even possible. i deleted all my accounts like a few months after it started. none of these places were DEDICATED to nonconsensual shit, it was just allowed. of the stuff i contributed maybe a quarter of it involved rape like i know those excerpts look really bad but they’re absolutely the worst of the worst im honestly freaking out about this like jesus dude half of my friends are tiny and theyre all gonna think im some kind of fucking predator freak now and i dont blame them

deacon I mean be honest did you get into the activism because you thought it was hot?

Victor M hand on my heart dude i did not i did feel really guilty though, like id thought about it so much that i had somehow willed it into existence or something idk when you see enough porn about people being shrunk and kidnapped the existential horror of it kinda sinks in over time but i was still jacking off to the existential horror

deacon who hasn’t busted a few nuts watching 2001??

Victor M there’s something wrong with your brain anyways but then yknow everyone in real life is suddenly very chill about revoking human rights en masse! drove me fucking crazy! how do you not realize how fucked up this all is? but you dont need porn to come to that conclusion obviously idk maybe its a coincidence

deacon haha cum to that conclusion

Victor M okay you can flay me alive now

deacon big dog I do not care. ooo someone archived all your writing! don’t contact me for the next week.

Victor M dude oh god the tweet doesnt have any replies what are people thinking right now?? none of these likes are even people I know

deacon dude don’t look at who’s liking the tweet, you’re gonna go insane. thing’s not even an hour old.

Victor M should i get ready to socially exile myself or something

deacon no you should get ready to meet up with me and smoke insane kush so you don’t have a fucking panic attack over a tweet. I cannot believe he posted this while his profile is still Halloween branded. I hate Simon so much dude. I’ve been in his little shrunken-exclusive group chats and he gets absolutely bonkers in those. the man is 100% divorced from reality and I can only begin to imagine the batshit detective work it took for him to find this shit and connect it to you.

Victor M lol that does make me feel a little better i should probably start drafting some kind of counterstatement idk maybe it’s better to ignore it, like his evidence that those profiles are me isn’t bulletproof but maybe that’s dishonest. urrgghh i just want everyone to like me all the time

deacon mmm I think you should hold off on that counterstatement. just trust me here, I got a good feeling. can you promise to be honest with me for this next question?

Victor M of course

deacon do you still think being so much bigger than us is a little bit sexy?

Victor M yeeaaaahh it makes me feel disgusting. idk why but when i started getting into the activism i didnt even think about the fact that it would involve hanging out with so many shrunken people. it took me months to be okay with holding people, and that was only after Carla told me that it made her feel like she was gross when i refused. and then i promised myself i would never get with anyone and that fucking sucked because i wound up actually connecting with people and then i had to reject them and they were heartbroken and i was still jacking off thinking about them riding my dick anyways sorry tmi

deacon at a certain point its probably better to just be a chaser

Victor M like you know Terry’s whole routine right? the whole “oh no I’m just an innocent little guy I sure hope no one takes advantage of me” gag fucking maddening whenever he hits on me from the floor i have to stop myself from squishing him under my foot

deacon I think he maybe wants you to do that. I think that’s the intent. you get soooo red though, it’s so funny. no judgment either way, I just wanted to check before I committed to this.

Victor M committed to what?

deacon created a group with Victor M, carlalita, bobby, Terry, and fettuccine alfredo

deacon renamed the group “insane bisexual orgy in victor’s boxers”

carlalita “Bisexual?” It’s literally just me.

deacon renamed the group “insane gay and also carla orgy in victor’s boxers”

Victor M DUDE WTF

deacon hope everyone’s been working on their assigned readings! lot of ground to cover here, and by ground I mean Victor’s dick.

Victor M ?????????????????

fettuccine alfredo Hey man, no offense but I do not think a human could survive exclusively off of cum for two months

bobby hey I wanna read whatever he’s reading this one’s fucking boring sorry

carlalita Yeah, don’t piss him off or he’ll stick you in his dresser drawer and use you like a dildo. At least according to this.

Victor M no i will not

bobby what if I ask nicely

deacon I would kill to see your face right now. alright, what’s everyone’s favorite bit so far? because I am personally enjoying the creampie action, and I’m pretty sure everyone in this group knows how to swim.

carlalita I like the hand stuff! Not that palm sitting is bad but I’d love feeling your big strong fingers squeezing my little tits :3

Terry victor, i am just sitting here thinking about how awful it would be to have your beautiful soles molding themselves around me pressing me into the hard cold tile floor

Victor M deacon dont tell people this shit

Terry im just a little guy victor! you could do anything you wanted to me!

bobby I think he should kill me

fettuccine alfredo I also think he should kill Bob

Victor M i am absolutely not going to hurt anyone

Terry as horrible and humiliating as it would be i dont think it would hurt at all to be gently smothered under your gigantic feet! your gorgeous well-manicured silky smooth massive manly feet

bobby gross

carlalita Taking a break from all the teasing, I’d like to be very clear for a moment: Deacon explained the context Simon decided to leave out, everyone here has a healthy understanding of the difference between fantasy and reality, and from my experience, so does the greater tiny community. If you’d like us to relentlessly cyberbully Simon for this, just say the word.

Victor M haha thanks

carlalita That said, this is very sexy, and we are interested if you are.

Victor M ummmm idk i think im still in shock haha and i do still feel pretty gross

fettuccine alfredo If you let your dumb shrinkee chaser complex keep me away from that hog for another second I’m gonna start committing war crimes

Victor M well dont do that

bobby how dumbass you’re five inches tall

fettuccine alfredo Victor, crush this man Sexually

Victor M can you all promise that this wont fuck up our friendships

deacon dude, for sure!

Victor M like if i get off on calling you a bug or whatever thats not because i see you any differently or i just wont call you anything, idk

carlalita Let’s go over details like that in person! And that way we can see you blushing for ourselves.

Victor M mean

Direct messages between deacon and Victor M .

deacon promise me you won’t check, but simon finally got himself a comment. it’s calling him a dumbass. lol.

#:3 heehee

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i can’t sleep ;-; can i curl up on ur chest and listen to ur heartbeat til i get tired pleaseeee

omggg cmere get comfy

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only-have-size-for-you · 12 hours ago

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just bc I kidnapped and shrunk them to be my helpless sex toys doesn’t mean I’m not nice to them……

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can I pin you under my diiiiccckk

yes pleaseeeeeee 🥵🥵🥵🥵

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im mad goofy but i got an autistic resting bitch face for the ages which is why im perf for fearplay

#:3

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i wanna be ur tiny helpless pet so badddddd

you could find me in ur kitchen and lure me out with promises of food and friendship and once i trust u enough to come within grabbing distance you strip me of my clothes and gear and stick me in a cage. keeping me on ur bedside table and using me every night to jerk off, and sometimes even jerking me off, so tenderly, always being so gentle with me. treating me so sweetly and calling me a good toy. i’m still hoping one of my friends will come rescue me, but i’m slowly adjusting to my position. and one night while you’re rubbing me against your cock you tell me to kiss it and i do, passionately making out with it and licking it and telling it that i love it and then i spot one of my borrower friends atop your dresser, watching me become this pathetic little sex toy of the human who captured me, and run back into the walls to tell the rest. you laugh and coo, telling me not to worry. doesn’t matter if they’ll never let me back into the colony after this. you’ll take care of me now. your perfect little toy forever. i try to resist how good those words make me feel, and fail hopelessly, throwing myself back at your dick to continue worshipping it

or maybe we meet at a bar and you slip something in my drink. looming over me as i shrink down and scooping me up once i’m small enough. dropping me in your drink and idly sipping on it, feeling my tiny legs kick at your lips when i get close. occasionally getting my arm between them and sucking on it before releasing me back into ur glass. by the time you’re done i’m exhausted and so fucking drunk and shivering from the cold, so you pop me into your mouth to warm me up and suck on me all the way home. i only know that you’ve made it home from the way everything shifts as you lie down and my world is filled with the sound of you moaning as you jack off, running your tongue over my entire body, sucking on my tiny limbs, forcing yourself between my legs and making me grind against your tongue

or we’re at a mixed size cafe and you see me on one of the regular sized tables after my normal sized friend has left and as i’m about to make my way down you casually knock me down onto the seat and pretend you don’t notice me as you sit down on it. i try to avoid you but just manage getting wedged right underneath your balls. i squirm and yell but it comes out muffled, no one can hear me. well, you can, but you act like you don’t. you adjust positions a few times, grinding down on me. after awhile of this you finally lean back enough for me to crawl out between your thighs. i start to get your attention but you’re smiling at me with a glint in your eyes and before i can react you pluck me up and shove me down your waistband, making sure i’m tucked right up against the balls i’ve been fighting this whole time. you make sure nobody saw anything and then leave the cafe. i’m jostled in your underwear as you walk, until you stop abruptly and i hear you talking to someone. it’s the friend i met with earlier, asking if you’ve seen me. i try to scream but to no avail. i just hear you lying while feeling your dick get hard against me. and then you’re walking again and my last chance of escape is gone. you’re on your way home to make proper use of your new little pet

or we’re roommates and you come into my room to ask if i want to smoke, but you find me shrunken in the middle of my bed. i beg you to help me, but you just laugh and tell me there’s nothing you can do, shrinking doesn’t have a known cure. you think for a moment and then decide you’ll help me chill out and adjust to my new life, plopping yourself down next to me, starting to smoke and blowing every puff in my face. i cough and sputter and try to run, but you grab me, continuing to smoke and watching my little reactions as you fondle me. my reaction time slows the higher i get, until you bring your thumb too close to my crotch and i squeak and buck my hips. your eyes light up and you ask if i’m turned on by this, if i enjoy being your little toy. i shake my head and try to tell you to stop but i can barely think and you just ignore my whimpering as you start kneading at me, kissing, sucking, moaning into me. before i know it your pants are off and you’re rubbing me up and down your shaft, jerking off with my little form in my own bed. my little squirming against you while your senses are heightened with the weed is driving you crazy, and soon you cum all over me and my sheets. once you come back down from the orgasm you tell me how awesome it’ll be to have some extra space, now that my rooms not being used, and then carry me off to your room to make arrangements for your new pet

so many different ways to get there, but the destination is always the same. i’m your helpless little toy, for the rest of my life. and you can do whatever you want whenever you want. keep me close to you always so that when you’re bored you have some entertainment and when you’re horny you have me to jack off to and with 24/7. you can get me to take any drug you want, make me attempt to climb around your room or on your body just to see me struggle, show me off to friends and hookups, no matter how embarrassed i get as you let them play with me. shove me in your underwear and feel me wriggle around throughout the day, maybe keep me in your balls, the chance of escape out of the picture while you go about your day knowing you’ve got an entire person inside you, and you’re my entire world, whether i like it or not. you control everything about my life now, you’re a god to me, and i’m just a little toy for you to play with, a pet for you to look after. completely powerless to do anything when you decide to do whatever you want with me on a whim. you want a stress toy, you pop me in your mouth and start sucking. you want some entertainment, you drop me into a fleshlight and watch me try to escape before you decide to use it. you want a foot rub, you press your sole down on me and roll me under your foot. you want a sex toy, you stroke me against your cock. you want a little thing to bully, you grab me up and tease me, rub your knuckle into my groin till i get all needy and hump back and you laugh at how pathetic i am. drop your dick on me and degrade me for how small and weak i am. reminding me that this is all i’m good for. i exist to make you feel good. i exist for you. you own me and there’s nothing i can do to stop you from lording your power over me. and when you want a sweet loving pet i’ll be that for you. kissing your fingers, telling you i love you, listing all the ways i adore you. snuggling on your chest, you petting me and whispering sweet things to me, kissing my little head and calling me pet names and taking care of me. i’ll love you and worship you and be your perfect toy.

whether your happiness means loving on me and letting me feel safe enough to ask for affection and sex, or teasing me and using me to get yourself off with no thought given to what i think, or a mix of both, or something else entirely, i want to make you happy. i will be everything you want me to be, i so desperately want to be your perfect little helpless pet

YOU ARE SPOIILLLIIING MEEEEEEEE

everything!! i want it all i wanna kidnap you a thousand times over a little different every time and watch you come to love me over and over again. bc you will every single time <3

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