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aspenwriter · 7 months ago

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SizeDates

(A comm for @AurumDistant on Twitter)

“An app that makes you change sizes?” asked Mark.

“Oh come on Mark, it doesn’t like ‘change’ your actual size, it just does so in a virtual room in the metaverse” said the tomboyish redhead in front of him, Sarah.

“My question is why, Sarah. Why not just a normal dating room in the metaverse?”

“Oh come ON Mark, it’s 2068! What’s even the point in just dating like your grandma did with their apps on their phones like some sort of caveman”

“I think grandma dated pretty nicely in the normal world, evidence being that I am uh, here, Sarah”

Both friends laughed. It was a faint sound, deafened by the unfathomably structure of the tower city they inhabited.

By this time in our history most cities looked like this one. Years of overpopulation and the destruction of our natural environments lead to the engineering of these megastructures. Self sufficient, towering metal spires that reached the clouds from the outside, with an industrial super complex that reached deep underground like roots. Sarah and Mark were idly chatting on the outside of their middle management office, still under the spires, still without seeing the sky.

It was no wonder most people didn’t like to meet and date outside the metaverse. Many companies had tried and failed to build one in the early 21th century. They had just recently successfully built one. Initially a platform for furries to chat in Virtual Reality, it quickñy expanded to the general public as a means to escape the quite frankly horrible reality they inhabited.

“You’re still not convincing me, Sarah, look at this point in the advertising”

Sarah leaned in to see Mark’s phone. He was pointing with his finger to a spot that proudly advertised “Let loose of control! Let the big one handle everything”

“Uhm, yeah, that’s the point, Mark” said Sarah.

“What does it exactly mean?” asked Mark.

“It means that if you log in as tiny and you match with someone they get to decide where you spawn, what your size is, and even what you’re wearing, as far as I know”

“Why, Sarah, would I let someone control that?”

“Oh, come ON AGAIN, it’s part of the fantasy, just the sweet release of control”

“I’m more concerned about the sweet release of death” Said Mark “what if I match with a total psycho and they crush me, eat me, or worse, Look, it says right here in the add”

He was pointing to a part indicating ‘TOTAL simulation, every sensation possible in every scale!”

“You know ‘every sensation possible’ doesn’t fill me up with confidence” said Mark.

“Look” said Sarah “that’s again just part of the fantasy”

“You know that if you get killed in one of these simulations-”

“Doesn’t work like this here” interrupted Sarah “SizeDates doesn’t allow for permadeath, if you get killed it logs you off right after the conscience gets to experience death, so it’s just like waking up from one of those dreams where you’re falling down”

“You sound *very* experienced in this topic” said Mark.

“Weeeeeell I *might* have teased a couple tiny boys a little too hard…” Said Sarah, hiding a blush.

“I KNEW IT!” exclaimed Mark “You just want to get me into this thing so I can match with you and you get to do everything you want with me right!?”

“Uh, I was just going to suggest exactly that, good job in figuring that out, smartass”

Mark sighed. It was true that he and Sarah had kind of a situationship by this point. And by situationship, it was mostly Sarah teasing him whenever she had the chance. Even being a little risqué at the office and all. Not that Mark minded it in the slightest.

“Alright, I’ll try your stupid app…” he said, slightly defeated.

“You won't be disappointed!” said Sarah “just make sure to match with *me*”

“Can’t promise that, what if someone is hotter than you huh?”

“Are you sure you want to risk it?” said Sarah, grinning.

“I probably will” said Mark, hiding a blush by turning from her. The whole conversation was a big tease. Mark was into size play a *lot*. This app was everything he had ever dreamed of. It was extremely difficult hiding it from Sarah.

“Well, see you soon little guy” said Sarah, smiling and turning away too. They, sadly, had to take the metro in opposite directions from one another.

The whole ride home, Mark thought only of the app.

Then finally, his apartment. Located on a megastructure within a megastructure. Tower 27. Almost a tower city within a tower city, it housed half a million souls and it had every amenity possible. Mark only wished they could move his office here.

Then, in his one room, one bathroom apartment, he jumped to his desk and put his headset on. He logged into the metaverse, then into the app, and made his account.

Surprisingly, for the barebones profile he had made, not one but *five* matches jumped right in within the hour.

The first was Alex. Brown skinned, and with short black hair. And damn, a gymnast with some *excellent* muscles. She could probably break Mark in half like a plank of wood in a kung fu movie, even without size changing shenanigans going.

Then there was Charlie. A brunette, beautiful girl. She looked like a princess out of a fairytale, with a delicate body and a face sculpted by the gods. In fact, just by the incredibly beautiful dress she was wearing, she might as well have been a princess.

Next to her on the list was Jessica. Old enough to be Mark’s mom. And yet the thought of being around tiny with that lady with the neon red coloured hair, probably to be ‘in with the youths’ really excited him

But after her came Angel and frankly he did look like an angel. He was a boy, still in college. With a blonde, long straight hair that reached his almost feminine waist in the skirt he was proudly wearing.

And finally, there was Sarah herself. The teasing co-worker, the one that got him into this, and his friend.

True, Sarah said that he should match with her… but he wasn’t expecting four other prospects.

Mark meditated on it for a while. Breathed in deeply. And made his choice.

—

Mark clicked on Alex’s profile.

He was instantly transported to an unknown, alien surface.

It was both hard and soft… difficult to describe. Soft to the touch but hard once you pressed on it.

And it was also wet, drops of an unknown, salty liquid the size of Mark’s head were all around him.

Just what was this place?

Oh, and he just noticed he was also completely naked.

“Hey shrimp!” said a booming voice from above”

Mark snapped back to reality and looked all around him. Behind him, and behind small breasts hidden by a sport’s bra, was the smiling face of the giant tomboy.

“Y-you’re A-alex?” asked Mark. Sure he was prepared for the shock of size changing. but not to get too personal right away.

“Y-y-y-y-y-you’re Alex?” mocked Alex “Of course I am, shrimp, on whose profile did you think you clicked, dumbass?”

“I-I-I-” started Mark, embarrassed beyond belief.

“Tch!” exclaimed Alex “a dozen or so boy toys wanted to match with me and I clicked on the profile of the one that couldn’t fucking talk, great choice Alex”

Mark slapped his cheeks with both of his hands, his way to get his shit together. This allowed him to finally notice he was standing on Alex bare, sweaty abs, and that they were in what he assumed was her room, or well, a simulation of it. It was a little smaller than his own. Alex must be a factory worker down some levels in the tower, he thought.

“Ugh, why are you standing around thinking so much, shrimp, get to work already!”

“Wor-” began Alex, before he was silenced by Alex’s massive hand coming down slamming him against her abs, pressing down. Muffling every sound that came from Mark’s mouth.

“Come on boy toy, lick” commanded Alex.

Mark protested. Frankly pathetic sounds that barely reached Alex, as Mark’s mouth was firmly pressed against her sweaty skin. But the sounds were audible enough to register in Alex’s brain as a protest.

“You upper level shrimps are always so, so fucking uppity, you’re not in control here shrimp, now be a good boy and get fucking licking” said Alex, sternly, and pressing Mark even harsher.

Mark swallowed his pride. After all this *was* a fantasy. He didn’t have to have any shame. Alex would play around with him a little, and then they would both have a good time and probably get along really well down the line. Hell, perhaps they would have a date in real life if he did well this time!

So he obeyed, and started licking. Alex's abs were salty, from all the sweating of course. But it didn’t prevent Mark from worshiping them. In fact, he was getting hard from it.

“Yeah… that’s right” said Alex “good boy!”

Mark’s hormones got wild with that praise. He licked even harder, putting a lot of effort into it. Kissing the abs. Soon Alex’s hand relaxed and let him do the thing on his own. He was getting a lot into it.

“Hmm, good start…” Said Alex “But you’re still very, very far away from your true prize shrimp…” she said, her hand now slowly pushing Mark downwards, to her briefs.

Mark crawled there, slowly, like an insect. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. And Alex was allowing him.

Under the briefs was a bush of her hair. Alex didn’t help him at all in this phase, gleefully enjoying Mark struggling to lift the fabric just to get in. He had to use both arms just to get his upper torso there, and he had to work a lot with his legs to crawl in.

The bush was unkempt. Musky. At this scale, roughly the size of a pinky finger, the whole place seemed like an alien cave. Above him, the fabric of Alex’s sports briefs pressed him hard against her skin, and further in, the bush of hair proved a tremendous obstacle for him.

“You’re way too slow, shrimp” said Alex, her booming voice muffled down here.

Mark heeded the implicit command and crawled faster, putting a lot more effort into it. Adrenaline was now coursing through his veins just by how aroused he was. Here, in Alex’s most private place at a gulliverian scale. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how much he wanted this.

“Lemme help you out there, boy toy” Said Alex. Pressing him down in a way that propelled him forward.

The smell of her juice was getting stronger. Alex was wet, as he was hard. Her hand was of great help. And then, finally at the end of that small forest, was the wet labia. Mark didn’t struggle here at all, as the place was wet enough to slip right in.

But he wasn't meant to get there.

Alex’s hand blocked him as she started playing with herself, roughly, just like she wanted. Mark was a spectator to all this, as Alex’s other hand pinned him down in her bush. A lot of hair got into his mouth in the process, making it hard to breath.

“Yeah.. yeah…” Alex said, to herself mostly, she didn’t care that much about Mark at this point.

She lifted her briefs, Mark could finally breathe again, but this was short lived. Alex started using his squirming body as a toy, pressing him, using him to massage the sensitive skin of her bush.

“Fuck… fuck.. FUCK!” exclaimed Alex, about to reach climax.

She hadn’t noticed, at all, that she played with Mark a little too roughly, and snapped his spine in two.

“Ah… AH!” she sighed in the pleasure of orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, Alex was nowhere to be seen, the poor bastard probably just re-spawned in his room.

“Fuck Alex…” she said, leaning back in her bed “you broke a perfectly good looking toy again…”

—-

Mark clicked on Charlie’s profile.

He was greeted by a wooden surface. He looked around. He was in a room of sorts. A giant room.

Mark was, by virtue of living in a megastructure, already accustomed to big spaces but this one was very different, as it was a cubic structure, where all things were completely in another scale. Mark noticed he was on what appeared to be the desk of the room, and far away he could see a bed, some posters from popular v-tubers, anime figures the size of statues in a shelf, and…

Charlie?

She didn’t look at all like in the picture. While the face was still like a princess out of a fairytale, and she had a delicate, elegant body, she had sharp features, her hair was short, boyishly so. Also, instead of the dress from the pic, she was just wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans.

“H-hey… there seems to be some kind of mistake here…” said Mark.

“Pfft” said Charlie, with a boyish tone “Nope, you just got catfished that’s all”

“Wha-” began Mark, being instantly cut off by Charlie’s hand grabbing him from the desk with little consideration for his safety or wellbeing.

“The app was stupidly easy to hack” said Charlie “They have like no countermeasures at all”

“Who the fuck are you” Said Mark, muffled by Charlie’s hand completely closed on him.

“Oh? I’m Charlie alright, I just used a pic I grabbed from the internet and said I was a girl, that’s the easiest way to nick some cute boys like you!” said Charlie, very proud of himself.

“Wha-? LET ME OUT IMMEDIATELY” exclaimed Mark.

“Ah, I love when you little ones beg, it’s soooo adorable” said Charlie “Let’s take a good look at you”

He opened his hand, and Mark immediately took the chance to jump off it, to the floor, to get killed in the app and re-spawn in the safety of his apartment. But as soon as he even got into a jumping off position, Charlie got uncomfortably close and whispered.

“Oh, just so you know, the hack also overrides the death inhibition, little one”

The words felt like iron nails nailing themselves on all his limbs, paralyzing him completely.

“Also” Charlie continued “Obviously the log off function is turned off, it was easy too, this way we can get *real* emotions flowing, won’t you agree?”

Mak didn’t know what to do. He just stood there, frozen on the twink’s hand, while his captor just grinned, rejoicing in his misery.

“Aw, what’s wrong little one?” he asked, in a mocking tone “cat got your tongue?”

“Th-this is *extremely* fucked up” said Mark ��release me n-now” he said not noticing his voice was cracking and he was stuttering, all to Charlie’s delight.

“Say pretty please” said Charlie.

It was humiliating enough to be in this position, but fuck, anything to get rid of this psycho, Mark thought.

“P-pretty please” he said.

“Good start, now grovel” said Charlie.

The command felt cold on Mark’s skin. He was trembling. But the fear of what Charlie might do to him if he displeased him in some way was more terrifying than whatever humiliation he had to endure to get back at the safety of his house. He fell to his knees and said it again.

“P-pretty please…”

“Pretty please what?”

Whatever the fuck he meant, a title? Mark thought.

“Pretty please, sir-”

“Ugh why do they always go with fucking ‘sir’ goddamit!” exclaimed Charlie, exasperated.

“D-did I do something wrong” pleaded Mark, covering his face.

“I hate being called ‘sir’ FUCK!” he said “I’m not my fucking dad! I’m not that old!”

Mark was trying to hide his tears. He felt like picking the wrong dialogue option in a game, rolling a bad skill roll with his dice and all. Only a million times worse.

“Wh-what was I supposed to call you?!” Said a terrified little man.

Charlie was completely ignoring him. He was searching something in his room, that perfectly simulated replica of Charlie’s own room. He quickly found it.

A fleshlight.

Mark knew immediately what he was thinking. His head was working like an animalistic computer, checking for every possible alternative to what was about to happen.

“I just want to be called ‘princess’, like my boyfriend does, fuck!”

“H-how was I supposed to-” he was cut off by two giant lips. A long kiss, coming from Charlie that was impossible to resist.

“You’re a cute toy, if you survive I want to play a little more with you”

And then Mark noticed he was falling down.

Soon enough, he was swallowed up by the all encompassing rubber of the fleshlight. It was a dark, soft pit, no light entered that place. Mark tried to climb out of the rubber but the place was lubricated by some sort of oily substance. Mark just slipped, landing straight in the bottom.

Then, Charlie’s titanic dick pierced through the entrance of the cave. Thrusting violently against the rubber. Trapping Mark between it and the oily walls of the fleshlight.

Mark struggled, desperately trying to climb it, but for every little step his body made, Charlie’s dick pushed him further down, until he was fighting for his life against the tip of it. But it didn’t work. Mark’s feeble punches and pushes only made Charlie harder and harder and his thrusts more quick and passionate.

“N-no…” whispered an enfeebled Mark, bruised and with some broken bones already. “P-please…”

But he was too tired to fight anymore, and when Charlie finally came with a titanic moan, Mark’s lungs filled up almost instantly with his cum.

He coughed and twitched for some minutes, but it was already over.

Charlie removed the fleshlight, with the lifeless virtual avatar of Mark still stuck to his dick.

“Pfft” he said “What a waste of a cute boy”.

He removed the corpse uncaringly from his flesh and tossed it away, at least he hoped his boyfriend was having more fun with the hacked virtual room than he had.

—

Mark clicked on Jessica’s profile.

He was transported to a soft, hard to stand on surface, in fact, in the very instant he got there he lost his balance and fell on his back.

“Be careful there you silly boy” said a booming, deep, yet very feminine voice.

Mark looked around. The surface he was on was a mattress. In fact, he was on a bed. The biggest bed he had ever seen, in the biggest room he had ever seen. It was so big it could fit his entire Tower. But his astonishment was brief, he needed to know the source of that booming voice, and it took him next to no effort to find it.

In front of Mark was a woman. She was wearing a full office attire. Complete from pants to shirt to blazer and a tie. All of her screamed ‘your stuck up boss’ if it wasn’t for her hair dyed neon red. This kind of hair dyes were all the fashion now in 2068. That gave her the vibes of ‘divorcee trying dating again’.

Mark was lost looking at the massive woman. All to her own amusement.

“What’s wrong baby?” Said Jessica “Am I too much for you to handle?”

“N-n-not at all!” said Mark getting his bearings together “just impressed at the whole scale of things, that’s all”

“Mhmmm” purred Jessica “I find it sooo much better than hitting on young men like you on a bar, so much needless chatter cut don’t you think?”

“Hmm, uhh, yeah Miss”

Jessica laughed.

“Come on Mark, this is not a classroom, don’t call me ‘miss’”

“Oh, uh, in that case what should I call you?” asked Mark, awkwardly.

“You will call me Mistress from now on, pet” said Jessica, grabbing Mark by the waist “now let Mistress have a good look at you”

She snapped her fingers and suddenly Mark’s virtual avatar was completely naked. He remembered the bigs got all the control in this space.

“Y-y-yes Mistress!” squeaked Mark, not used to being handheld at all, and less to be naked around a woman so fast, and even less to enter into a dom/sub dynamic so quickly, but as Jessica, or well, Mistress had said before, the size difference really cut up a lot of needless chatter”

“You’re veeeeery handsome, pet” said Jessica, purring those words. Mark felt like being circled by a panther.

“T-than-” he began, before being cut by his Mistress.

“Good boys don’t speak” interrupted Jessica, not lifting her powerful stare from him “Good boys only say ‘woof’ and ‘yes Mistress’”

Jessica was still holding Mark by the waist, so she used the chance to shake him up a little, not to cause him any damage, but to firmly establish her dominion over him.

“Are you a good boy, pet?” She asked

“Yes Mistress” Mark said, obediently.

“Are you going to obey me?” she asked, again.

“Yes Mistress!” said an enthusiastic Mark.

“Good, because admittedly you’re too cute to have to discipline already” she said “Now let me have a taste of you”

Mark thought he misheard that final part but no, Jessica leaned in for a kiss at a titanic scale, that evolved quickly into her licking and savoring every part of Mark’s naked body. The simulation was perfect in every way. All the minute details of Mark’s virtual avatar felt handcrafted to Jessica’s tongue.

“Mistress had a veeeery tiring day at work today, pet…” she whispered into Mark’s ear, and even at this scale, the whisper came off as soft and stimulating to his mind “I want to unwind, you will help me…”

“Y-yes Mistress…” Said a Mark that was so horny he could barely think anymore.

“I want you…” said Jessica “to be a good boy for me… will you?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good, good…” Said Jessica, leaning back. With the saliva covered little man still in her hand, gently letting him down on her crotch.

“Go in” she commanded.

Mark was about to protest. You expect me to do all the work myself? To unzip your pants and just crawl in? but he kept those words to his mind. Good boys only said one thing.

“Y-yes Mistress” he half sighed, half exclaimed.

Then he got to work. She gently unzipped her Mistress’ pants, leaving an entrance into her most intimate places. Then he crawled in, fighting against the fabric of the pants. Each little move he made in his Mistress’ panties sent echoes of pleasure down her spine, causing her to moan and shift her position, changing the environment completely for Mark sometimes.

Then, he finally got under her panties, greeted by his Mistress’ titanic labia. He didn’t know what to do precisely at this moment. Nothing in your life prepares you to your first confrontation with pussy on the gulliverian scale. Luckily for him, his Mistress got to decide for him.

Her titanic hand came from under the fabric and pushed him inwards into the flesh cave. The walls covered already in his Mistress’ fluids made it easy for him to go in.

He was now against her fingers and her pussy, going in and out in a thrusting motion. He wanted to do the best. He wanted to be a good boy and serve. He let loose of himself, giving his body up to the currents of his Mistress’ whims and desires.

He should have been more careful. His Mistress was very rough. And he soon began to lose his consciousness, as he could barely breathe so deep in.

On her side of things, Jessica moaned, moaned and squirted. Mark was already logged off by the app automatically to prevent death. Just in time as she let go of all of her juices.

While on the other side the violent log off made Mark jump on his own desk. Jessica slept well that night, and made sure to bookmark Mark’s profile for another session, down the line.

—

Mark clicked on Angel’s profile.

He was greeted by a completely alien landscape. It was dark, moist, and the smell was weird. It was like a large cave, roughly two meters tall and about fifty centimeters wide. Mark had to walk on his side.

But as soon as he began to move. His whole world trembled and rumbled like an earthquake that plunged him even further down the cave. He could finally see there was light coming from far away, from a slit-like opening. Mark could barely breathe in the dank place.

And then, as he finally touched the walls, he noticed they were made of flesh.

Outside of the flesh walls, Angel was reading his notifications, realizing that the ant-sized boy he requested finally arrived inside his dick. To be honest, the sensation was weird as fuck, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The simulation was perfect, and his dick flesh was so sensitive that he could feel the boy’s little limbs fighting and trying to climb out.

“Tough luck twerp” Angel said out loud, with a voice as beautiful as a melody, although to Mark it sounded like a confusing boom.

Back in Angel’s dick, Mark hadn’t the slightest idea of where he was and wondered if it was a bug in the system, that maybe he had logged into a horror game room of sorts. Groaning, he opened the user interface to log off.

Only, the log off button was nowhere to be found.

Angel giggled, the twerp was probably panicking, maybe he already realized the app had been hacked. He could tell by the little one’s ever increasing erratic movements.

His giggles made Mark’s world shake, and he plunged deeper into the monolithic dick he was trapped in, although he didn’t quite know it was a dick yet.

Angel, for his part, relaxed in his bed. His boyfriend was right, hacking the game and undoing the death inhibitions truly made the experience a whole lot better. Fantasy turned reality by just altering a few lines of code, and it was untraceable!

He checked on the profile that matched with him again, this Mark guy seemed really cute… perhaps in another time he would have been glad to date him. But right now he was just an ant trapped in his dick.

And fuck, the sole thought of it made him harder and harder.

Back in Angel’s dick, the soft surface grew rigid and stiff, and the temperature rose by at least a noticeable amount. Mark screamed for help. But with their size difference in mind, there was no way Angel could have heard him. Not that he was going to help him out anyway.

Angel’s breathing got heavier. The cute boy was squirming and probably begging for his life down there. Fuck that was it.

He turned on his back and put a pillow between him and his dick.

Mark felt like he was on the worst kind of roller coaster, as his whole world turned suddenly upside down and the hardened walls closed on themselves, pinning him between them. He could barely move now, barely even squirm.

Angel started masturbating from his prone position by grinding his dick on the pillow. Thinking of the delicious suffering of his small victim. The thought of little Mark completely surrendered to his skyscraper dick made him into a horny beast. Grinding hard against the pillow, going back and forth. Letting himself go wild.

Meanwhile, Mark was about to pass out. He was getting nauseous from all the movement. But now the position of the flesh cave, bizarre as it was, made it easier to climb out. He just needed to crawl forward, the slit opening was just there.

“Fuck… oh fuck… oh god…” said Angel in between thrusts “don’t… don’t tell me you’re trying to escape little ant… my cute little ant”

Mark braced against his circumstances, summoning all of his strength just to get out of there. Wherever he was he would rather not be there. Whatever was outside of the slit opening was better than going down in this hell pit.

Angel felt all of his little efforts… thoroughly. They made his dick twitch. They made his whole body twitch with little sparks of pleasure.

He couldn’t keep it in for much longer.

“You’re… almost… there.. little…one…” he said. Once again, Mark only heard nonsensical booming sounds.

But Angel was right. Mark was just a couple feet away from getting out. He crawled forward, with the little strength remaining, screaming from the effort, adrenaline shooting through his body.

He managed to get one hand out.

But it was too late.

Angel was just about to climax when he came up with a really funny idea.

Still in between thrusts, he opened the hacked interface his boyfriend gifted him, where Mark’s size was displayed as merely 2 millimeters.

Wouldn’t it be funny to set the parameter to the lowest?

What if instead of millimeters, he set the stature at micrometers?

“Bye…bye…Mark…” he said “nice…knowing…ya”

And with a swipe of his finger, Mark shrunk further from the size of an ant to the size of an average bacteria.

At that moment, Angel came all over his cute bed.

Mark couldn’t begin to describe the utter shock of his new world when an immense fluid current came from behind him, propelling him at an enormous speed outside of his captor’s dick. There were sperm cells swimming alongside him in the current. Only then Mark realized where he was, sadly, this realization only lasted for the final milliseconds of Mark’s life, as he was soon obliterated by the impact against an unknown surface..

Angel sighed, overriding the death prevention might have been an extreme choice by his boyfriend but, looking down on the cumstain that held the remains of that cute boy. Angel had already forgotten his name and didn’t bother to check the app again.

Still, he smiled, winked and blew a kiss to the cumstain, where the utterly liquidated remains of that cute boy were, somewhere.

“Bye bye cutie, nice knowing ya”

—

Mark was pretty flattered by getting five matches on the get go but he still had this thing going with Sarah, so he obviously clicked on her profile.

He was on the floor. He immediately knew it was the floor because well, the massive furniture all around him. While the environment was completely and utterly alien to him, he managed to recognize it as a room.

“S-Sarah…” he called, still shocked from the size change.

“Up here silly” came Sarah’s familiar voice.

He looked around and noticed that the enormous things that his brain registered as black pillars in front of him were actually legs, and when he looked up, he saw Sarah’s grinning face looking back.

“Well, what do you think huh?” said Sarah

“It’s uhhh… I mean… It’s a bit weird to live out a fantasy don’t you think”

“Oh come on, little guy!” Sarah said, the words ‘little guy’ sending some kind of weird vibes down Mark’s spine. Pleasurable vibes nonetheless.

“I mean, I uh, I just mean” Mark stuttered. Perhaps it was best to go with the other picks, a total stranger would have been a lot less awkward than this.

“OH!” exclaimed Sarah “I see, you’re still not sure about it right?”

“I mean-”

Sarah cut him off by motioning with her hand for him to shut up while she searched on her phone.

“So what was THIS then?” she said, leaning down so that the billboard sized phone was visible to Mark.

It was their chat from a few days ago, Sarah had sent a pic of a girl pinning down a shrunken guy underfoot, with the caption ‘us lmao’. Mark liked the pic, as he reacted with a heart.

“Uhmmm…” started Mark.

“Well, you won’t know if you like it until you try it silly!” She said as she took her shoes off.

“Sarah don’t be hast-” Mark couldn’t finish the phrase, as the shoes Sarah kicked landed on some far place in the room and it sent shockwaves, tiny shockwaves, but noticeable enough they made him flinch,

And as he flinched, he had no way of resisting what was to come.

Sarah’s foot came down on him, it was as if a mountain had gently set itself on top of him. A mountain in the shape of a giant foot clad in socks.

Mark went down on his back and tried, acting totally on impulse, to fight the giant foot. All of this rather pathetic struggle made Sarah giggle.

“Aw, I hoped you would at least retain some dignity while snack sized…” Said Sarah, amused by the little fight Mark was putting up.

“Come on Sarah, it's not like I don’t like this but aren’t you being a little-”

“Shush your mouth, eat some feet loser” she said, gently accommodating her foot so that her big toe was directly above Mark’s face.

Mark cursed the advance of technology itself. The simulation of Sarah’s feet was damn near perfect, right down to the weird moistness of a foot that has been all day trapped in an office shoe to the smell of it.

He uttered some muffled protests. But as he opened his mouth, he let Sarah’s foot come in. A bad choice. As he could taste now the damp fabric that covered her foot.

“What was that little dude? Can’t heeeeear you!” Sarah cooed, gently from above.

Mark somehow managed to push Sarah’s toe away from himself enough so that he could turn his head and speak on his side,

“S-Sarah…” he said “alright, you were right”

“Hm? what was that?” Said Sarah, with the genuine curiosity of a kitten.

“You were right… I’m into this” and Mark wasn’t lying, he was already hard, something that Sarah had already noticed of course.

“Hmm” said Sarah “Not quite, lil’ dude, getting hard on a footjob is pretty standard stuff in size play”

“What do you mean?” asked Mark.

“You’re close to getting it, but not quite”

“Meaning?” insisted Mark.

“Size play…” explained Sarah “is not just about the size difference, it’s also about letting go of control”

She lifted her foot, releasing Mark, who immediately crawled back to a sitting position.

“Control?” he asked.

“Uh huh!” nodded Sarah “here, like this!”

She snapped her fingers and in an instant Mark's clothes disappeared completely. He was totally naked in front of her friend, co-worker, and situationship. With his little boner all out in the air. Mark instantly covered himself.

“You have to surrender control completely to me… that’s a big part of the experience”

Mark nodded “surrender control… okay…”

“Hey, don’t worry little dude, it’s just a simulation, remember?” Sarah said, reassuring him “besides it’s not like I'm going to crush you or whatever, relax”

Mark nodded again. Carefully, he laid down on his back again, still very hard, still very into it. He surrendered briefly at that moment. He closed his eyes and surrendered to Sarah.

He felt a joyous release. In that moment there was nothing else. No work tomorrow, no daily chores, no relationship problems. It was just him, in his little naked body, at the mercy of Sarah, everything completely at the mercy of Sarah.

“That’s it lil’ guy” said Sarah “Size play is all about that release of responsibility, to put all your trust in your big”

Mark opened his eyes, only to find Sarah’s foot above him coming down at meteor speed.

“SARAH YOU-”

He didn’t finish that sentence, he was completely squatted down. Mark respawned back at his room, fresh off feeling the shock of being crushed, with his breathing still accelerated.

Sarah sat back in her virtual bed and stretched as she prepared to log off.

“Of course, another big part is the betrayal of that trust” she said to herself. He was going to be pissed off, maybe. But he was going to want to try again.

Sarah just knew it.

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