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Lilliputian Adventure Chapter 2: The Sun Shall Shine Again.

Mavri retched as her lungs expelled the last of the water. Her chest burned, ribs grinding as she rolled onto her side. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her as she gagged and gasped for air.

Gasping for air, she turned her head, squinting through the haze of pain, and saw Fildor, her loyal second-in-command, hovering over her with concern etched into his rugged features.

"Easy, Captain," Fildor said, his voice firm but layered with relief. "You're back with us."

As the pounding in her skull subsided to a dull roar, Mavri gathered her bearings. They were still within the confines of an immense glass prison – their giant bottle refuge now beached on unfamiliar shores. The scale was mind-boggling; they were mere insects in comparison. With Fildor's steady support, she managed to sit upright, wincing as she surveyed their damp enclosure, thankful that only a shallow pool of water remained at the bottom.

Her gaze landed on Silvo, methodically performing chest compressions on Linric's unconscious form. The cook glanced up, meeting her eyes for only a moment before redoubling her efforts. Telwin stood at her side, wringing his hands and chewing his lower lip. He was the youngest of their company, only twenty years old. He looked even paler than usual, eyes flickering between Silvo and the sloshing seawater that filled the bottom of their prison.

As Linric sputtered back to consciousness, Silvo heaved a sigh of relief, her brow glistening with sweat. "That's right, you ungrateful barnacle. You're not leaving my kitchen duties just yet," she joked, though her laugh tinged with their situation's darkness.

"Always the charmer, Silvo," Linric croaked, offering a weak grin.

"Someone has to keep spirits up," she retorted, helping him to sit up.

Mavri's knees buckled as she attempted to rise, the acrid taste of brine and defeat lingering on her tongue. Fildor's calloused hands were there, steadying her, lifting her to a stand. A choked sob clawed its way up her throat as memories flooded back—Hilgar's grotesque maw, the screams of her crew, the despairing plunge into watery darkness. She shoved the images aside with a ragged breath.

"Easy, Captain," Fildor murmured, his grip firm yet gentle around her waist.

"Thank you, Fildor," Mavri managed. "I think...you might've cracked my ribs with that robust resuscitation."

"Better a few cracked ribs than a drowned captain," he replied, the hint of a smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Fildor wasted no time, his voice cutting through the stifling heat that bore down on them. "We need to get out before we roast alive in this glass trap." He surveyed their transparent prison, calculating the best way to escape their current hell.

"Agreed. Let's move," Mavri said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

They approached the sloped side of the bottle, where the neck arched towards freedom.

Fildor followed her gaze, brow furrowing. "I'll go first and help pull the rest of you up. The glass will be slippery, so take it slow."

"I can manage on my own," Mavri began but fell silent at the look on his face. There was no point arguing when her injuries would only slow them down further. She nodded in resignation.

Telwin boosted Fildor up. He peered back down, arms extended. "Send Linric up first, then the captain. I'll get you both to the top."

"Your turn," Silvo said, wiping her brow. She laced her fingers together, creating a step for Mavri's boot.

"Right. Let's get out of this cursed bottle," Mavri agreed, her voice laced with grim determination.

"Almost there," Fildor encouraged as they crawled through the bottleneck.

One by one, they emerged onto the sun-baked sand, Fildor leading the way. His large form dropped from the bottle's lip, landing with a soft thud before turning to catch each member. Mavri landed in his arms with a pained grunt, followed by Linric, who still leaned heavily on Silvo.

"Good work, team," Mavri praised, trying to muster the strength she didn't feel.

"Any idea where we might be?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, each word punctuated by an ache in her chest.

"Can't say for certain, Captain," Fildor replied, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But we're alive, and that's a start."

Silvo trudged alongside them, her own gait burdened by Linric's weight leaning on her. She cast a wary glance over her shoulder. "Let's focus on finding shelter and something to fill our bellies. We can unravel this mystery after."

"Solid ground that might be crawling with more giants," Mavri muttered, her gaze lingering on the vast expanse around them.

"Giants or no, we need shelter...and food," Fildor said firmly. "We can't make plans on empty stomachs and with the sun scorching our backs."

Telwin took up the rear as they traveled, gripping a small stick he'd found like a sword.

They rounded a dune, and a strange sight met their eyes—an overturned soda can loomed like a fallen monument.

"Giants..." Linric's voice trembled.

"Easy there," Silvo soothed, though her own eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. "These aren't Hilgar-sized footprints. These giants are smaller."

"Small comfort, that is," Mavri said, the memory of Hilgar's monstrous form causing her heart to race—a giant that towered over giants. She glanced up at the can, imagining the beings that would drink from such a vessel. To them, her crew would be mere mice.

"Think about it," Fildor continued, trying to rally their spirits. "If they're smaller, maybe they're less cruel, too. Maybe they won’t see us as toys or food."

"Should've stayed home," Linric murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "I never signed up to dodge feet or be eaten by monsters."

"None of us did, lad," Fildor said softly, meeting each of their gazes in turn. "But we're here now, and we'll survive."

They continued their march, looking for shelter and food.

The relentless sun scorched the back of their necks as they trekked through the endless grains of sand. The towering wooden stairs loomed before them like a mountain range.

"Looks like our path to civilization," Fildor grunted, squinting at the daunting ascent.

Before anyone could respond, a sharp squawk pierced the air. They all spun toward the sound, hearts hammering in their chests. A giant seagull descended upon them with predatory grace. Its beady eyes glinted with hunger as it landed, hopping closer with an interest that chilled their blood.

"Back away slowly," Mavri ordered voice barely above a whisper.

But Telwin was already moving. He grabbed a jagged glass shard from the sand, brandishing it defiantly. "Come on, you winged beast!" he shouted, swinging with futile bravery.

"Telwin, no!" Mavri reached out, but her body betrayed her with pain.

Fildor didn't hesitate; with an arm that had braved storms and waged battles, he swept Mavri into his hold, retreating hastily toward the staircase's shadow. Silvo grabbed Linric, urging him along, his body limp with terror.

"Run!" Fildor bellowed to Telwin, setting Mavri beneath the wooden colossus.

But fate was cruel, and as Telwin pivoted to flee, his foot caught in the sand. He stumbled, and the bird seized its chance. With a triumphant shriek, it scooped up the boy in its beak and took flight, disappearing into the vast sky.

"Telwin!" Mavri's scream was swallowed by the wind.

"Telwin…" Linric whispered, his voice breaking. Silvo wrapped her arm around him, cursing under her breath, her own eyes brimming with tears.

"He gave us a chance," Mavri choked out, forcing herself to stand despite the pain in her ribs. "He sacrificed himself… for us."

"We owe it to him," Fildor said, voice thick with emotion, "to keep going."

"Can't let it be for nothing," Silvo added, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Lead the way, Captain," Fildor replied, offering her his arm for support.

"Forward," Mavri said, her resolve steeling. "No looking back.

*****

Shadows lengthened between the giant beach houses as Captain Mavri and her remaining crew found respite behind a fortress of discarded trash.

As the sky above darkened, a low rumble rolled over them. Mavri's eyes shot upward, watching as the first heavy drops of rain splattered against the ground.

"Rain," she sighed, a hint of dread in her voice.

"Inside the bin?" Fildor suggested, eyeing the small opening where the lid didn't quite close.

"Too risky. If it's empty ..." Mavri let the thought hang, unfinished but understood.

"Right," he acknowledged, his lips pressed into a thin line.

The droplets grew more frequent, impacting the group like tiny explosions. The Lilliputians scrambled, searching desperately for cover to shield them from the watery onslaught.

The deluge was relentless, each drop a hammer upon the tiny forms of Captain Mavri and her crew as they scrambled across the giant sidewalk. Rivulets merged into rivers around them, and Mavri struggled to keep her footing on the slick concrete. The storm drain loomed ahead, a gaping maw ready to swallow any who strayed too close.

"Watch the edge!" Silvo called out, barely audible over the cacophony of the rain.

"Keep together!" Fildor added, his voice strained with effort as he steadied Linric.

Mavri's heart pounded against her chest, her breaths short and sharp. Despite the pain from her broken ribs, she pushed forward, driven by pure instinct to survive. But her legs were failing, her vision blurring with the onslaught of water. Suddenly, she slipped and tumbled into the torrent, sweeping towards the storm drain.

"MAVRI!" Fildor's shout was distant; terror etched into the single word.

She flailed helplessly, the current dragging her along with merciless speed. The storm drain neared, its dark promise of oblivion sending a spike of fear through her already adrenaline-charged body.

But then, something changed. A shadow fell across her path, and a force plunged into the water beside her. Mavri collided with a solid wall that seemed to envelop her, halting her perilous slide toward certain death. Confusion and panic warred within her as she felt herself being lifted up, away from the churning waters below.

"Wha—?" Her voice was a strangled gasp, her lungs expelling the water she'd inhaled.

The wall moved, conforming to her shape, and suddenly, she realized it wasn't a wall at all—it was a hand—a giant hand. She was lying on her back in its palm, sheltered from the rain by an immense umbrella held high above.

"By the sea," she whispered, her blue eyes wide with shock, staring up at the colossal figure that cradled her. A giantess peered down at her with a look of concern. Fear clawed at her insides, images of Hilgar's monstrous cruelty flashing before her eyes.

"Please, no more..." Mavri's plea broke off into a sob.

The giantess's gaze softened, and though Mavri braced for malice or mockery, none came.

Struggling against the fatigue that threatened to pull her under once more, Captain Mavri attempted to rise. Her limbs betrayed her, and she crumpled like a marionette with severed strings. Beneath her, the terrain of living flesh shifted as gentle fingers repositioned her with care. They curled around her small form, lifting her into a seated position. Large and warm thumb rested lightly on her lap, steadying her.

"Are you alright?" The giantess's voice boomed softly, tinged with unmistakable concern.

Mavri blinked in surprise, her suspicion warring with the unexpected kindness in the giant's tone. "I'm..." She couldn't finish; trust didn't come easily, not after Hilgar.

As resolve steeled her spine, Mavri opened her mouth to unleash a biting retort that might buy her crew the precious seconds they needed to vanish. But the words died on her lips as movement from above caught her eye. Her breath hitched, her heart stuttering in her chest.

From the sheltered valley of the giantess's cleavage, a familiar face emerged, framed by a mischievous grin. Telwin waved at her with the casual air of one greeting a comrade across the deck of a ship, not from the bosom of a behemoth. It was such an absurd sight that Mavri almost forgot to breathe.

"Telwin!" she gasped, incredulity lacing her voice.

"Alive and kicking!" he chirped, looking rather pleased with himself.

"How... how did you even survive….how?!" Mavri sputtered, unable to mask the relief flooding through her.

"Long story," Telwin replied, sheepish but with an underlying twinkle in his eyes. His hand patted the skin beneath him, drawing a muffled scold from the giantess as she chided him, "Hey, watch it."

"Sorry, miss," Telwin shot back, though his grin suggested he was anything but. "I'm just trying to make the best of the situation here, considering the... uh, accommodations."

The giantess's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of red coloring her cheeks as she looked down at her tiny guests.

"I got us help, Captain," Telwin continued, still nestled securely within the warm confines of the giantess's attire. "She's on our side."

"Is she now?" Mavri muttered, skepticism lacing her tone.

"I want to help," the giantess interjected softly.

"Help..." Mavri echoed, the word feeling foreign on her lips. Her eyes darted between Telwin's impish smile and the earnest concern etched across the giantess's features.

"My name is Tori," the giantess said, her voice gentle. She carefully adjusted Mavri in her hand, fingers curling protectively but not oppressively around the diminutive captain.

Tori slowly bent down to place Mavri close to her other shipmates. The giant umbrella shielded them from the rain.

Fildor stepped forward and caught Mavri as she stumbled upon being set down, his hands firm and steady.

Silvo, with Linric slung over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry, let out a snort that mingled with the pitter-patter of the rain. “Looks like Telwin’s found himself the best seat in the house,” she quipped, eyeing where the young man was tucked away.

Tori's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, her eyes darting away from the scrutiny. "He, uh, insisted on helping—said it was important to see where we were going." Her voice stumbled over the words, the fluster evident.

"Can't blame a fella for wanting a good view," Silvo chuckled, drawing a reluctant grin from Fildor.

"Enough," Mavri interjected, her tone sharp though softer than usual. She peered up at Tori, her blue eyes still flashing with distrust. "You can put Telwin down now. We'll be on our way."

Tori's expression turned to one of alarm. "What? No! You almost drowned; I can't let you out in this rain. Come back to my place—it's close."

Mavri bristled at the thought of more dependence, her jaw set firm. Before she could reject the offer, Fildor's warm hand found her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. His dark eyes met hers, silently pleading.

"Captain," he said quietly, "we won't last out here. Not like this."

The rain hammered down around them. Mavri drew a breath, the weight of command heavy on her shoulders. With reluctance etched into her features, she yielded.

"We accept your help," she declared, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I am Captain Mavri. This is Fildor, Silvo, and the unconscious one is Linric."

Tori's smile returned, warmer this time, as she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you for trusting me. I'll get you somewhere safe."

Tori extended her palm toward them. Fildor led the climb, his feet sinking slightly into the flesh with each step. Mavri followed.

"Easy, does it," Fildor murmured, reaching back to assist Mavri, whose ribs protested every movement. Once atop the palm, they steadied themselves against the towering fingers, gripping them like tree trunks for support.

"Feels like we're standing on a living landscape," Silvor remarked, half in awe, half in jest, as she helped Linric onto the hand.

Tori watched, fascinated by the tiny people settling on her palm. She could feel the minute pressures of their hands, a sensation so delicate it tickled, invoking an urge to protect them.

With deliberate care, Tori began to walk, her steps measured to ensure the smoothest transit possible. She cradled them close to her body, underneath the protection of her chest where Telwin still nestled, arms defiantly crossed atop the v-neck fabric of her shirt. His feet occasionally brushed against her sternum, sending ripples through her senses.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" Silvor teased, glancing upward.

"Can't complain," Telwin smirked, the smugness clear even in his miniature stature.

"Show some respect," Silvor shot back playfully. "Our savior here could've easily stuffed you in her pocket."

"Ah, but charm goes a long way," Telwin retorted, winking down at her.

"Charm, huh?" Silvor chuckled. "Seems more like you've charmed your way into a cozy spot, Telwin."

"Cozy is one word for it," Telwin quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Strategic is another."

"Strategic? Really now?" Silvor raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with amusement.

"Of course," he replied with a grin. "It's all about perspective, Silvor. From here, I can see everything clearly."

"Everything?" Silvor teased, her smirk audible. "Got yourself a front-row seat, I see."

"Front row, center stage," Telwin confirmed, unabashed.

"If I were our kind savior here, I'd reconsider your lodgings—maybe somewhere less scenic."

Tori's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of rose as the teasing banter continued, the soft voices tickling her senses. She focused on keeping her steps smooth.

From the safety of Tori's palm, Fildor leaned in close to Mavri, his voice a low rumble that only she could hear. "This giantess... she's nothing like that monster Hilgar."

Mavri's gaze flickered up to Tori's face, searching for any hint of deception. "She might be kind now, but giants are unpredictable."

"Perhaps," Fildor acknowledged, watching her eyes soften slightly at the concern in his voice. "But you see it too, don't you? She doesn't have the look of a predator. She's... a pushover."

"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Mavri asked.

"Maybe not, but it's something." Fildor cracked a small smile. "Plus, I think Telwin's found his favorite spot. Cozy, isn't it?"

"Cozy?" Mavri echoed, arching an eyebrow before letting out a reluctant chuckle. "If you say so."

"Face it, Captain," Fildor teased gently, nudging her arm with his elbow. "Our boy's living the dream between two massive..." He trailed off, leaving the last word hanging playfully in the air.

"Finish that sentence, and I’ll punch you," Mavri threatened half-heartedly, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Mavri whispered back, her throat tight with unvoiced fears. "But I can't shake the memory of those other eyes... cold and cruel."

"Almost there," Tori called down to them, her voice warm despite the chill of the rain. "Just a bit further to my place."

"Thank you," Fildor responded, offering a small nod of gratitude.

"Thank you," Mavri echoed, though her words were steeped in reluctance.

Chapter 3

[michellesweetie]

Enjoy my foot 🦶 or my 🍑

[fruitninja76]

Macro Yandere

The idea of a macro being a sort of self aware Yandere is just one of the best things I can think of for a micro/macro story.

Where they and see how depressed and scared they're making their precious little tiny, so they keep trying to give the tiny everything they can think of. Their own doll house, cupping them in their house sized hands whenever the tiny cries, but it doesn't matter because the micro is miserable because of THEM. And the macro knows that the tiny resents them for being their kidnapper, but the macro is still in denial about giving them the "Perfect life".

Eventually it builds up to the Yandere's temper finally snapping, where they start screaming things like "You should be grateful you pathetic bug!" "What am I not good enough for you? You're the size on an ant, you should be glad to have me!" "I oughta just-" right before lifting up their building sized fist. But before they can swing down they just see tiny trembling and crying in the fetal position. And the yandere is hit with just how messed up they really are, and how right the micro is to want to get away from the monster.

But even after all that, the macro doesn't have the strength to let the tiny go, so they just have to keep doing this. And both of them know that they're both stuck in this rancid mix of obsession, emotional instability, Stockholm syndrome and danger. But there's nothing either of them can really do about it.

[satans-knitwear]

Squishes u 💕

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[entomolog-t]

Promptober repost of Cozy where the blush isn't all wack.

Looked fine on desktop but when I viewed it on mobile...

Screams.

Anyways!! Fixed it 🫡💖

[gt-daboss]

Nightmares (page 5)

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[hollewdz]

i am on a g/t writing binge.......... And i find myself drawing my favorite characters each time............. These two in particular are Thistle and Marcy! They belong to @not-a-space-alien!! Please read their works, especially Watch your Step!! I absolutely love reading through it <3 !! To @not-a-space-alien, specifically, thank you for the descriptions of the characters, and also saying you don't mind redesigns !! I made marcy mainly the same, but I gave Thistle some shorter hair up near his face, so he's rocking a bit of a mullet haha I also added some antennea! I thought that would add to the bug-factor haha

[the-messenger-of-the-gods]

going “hey my eyes are up here” to a tiny and watching them fall over trying to look up never gets old

[specksizedgoddess]

and ANOTHER THING.

I have yet to find a single GOOD VR size fetish pov video that doesn't have some sort of "you like that little man?" or some equivallent-

GAH. JUST. I GET IT. REALLY, I DO. THERES A MUCH LARGER MALE AUDIENCE INTERESTED IN THIS SORT OF STUFF BUT GOD, PLEASE, CAN YOU MAKE ONE GOOD VR VIDEO FOR THE GIRLIES

This is the same as my ASMR problem, the same as my issue with size porn in general- I don't mean to be whiny, but it genuinelly upsets me so much!! GAH. JUST. SUAHHAHADH

Oh, and don't even TRY searching up lesbian size stuff- thats even MORE gendered! all of those are just two girls playing with one tiny man, and they take EXTRA time to focus on the fact that the tiny is MALE ad a BOY and a MAN and a PERVERT and like. OKAY??? WE NEED GIRL PERVERT REPRESENTATION TOO??? IR ENBY?? JUST. GAHHH.

All of it is so male-orientated its just. Its almost a little bit depressing, and it doesn't exactly feel good hearing all that as a trans woman. Just. If you find anything good, let me know- I'm tired and spent a while looking for VR stuff before I got fed up -w-

MAKE MORE SIZE PORN FOR THE GIRLS. THANK YOU.

(sorry for ranting btw just. a bit annoying...)

[tinycoded360]

Lilliputian Adventure Chapter 4-The Roommate

Tori carried in a big stack of packages. Each, holding a model ship for her tiny friends. She hoped one of them would be able to handle the ocean tides.

Tori opened each box and set the toy ships and fancy models down for the tiny crew to look over. She had been careful and picked out ones that were made to go on water, and some even had functional parts.

Mavri looked over the giant toys with a keen eye. She didn’t like what she saw. These would not be seaworthy.

Fildor could also tell that these would not last long, and stirring them would be difficult. Fildor started looking at the items in a new light. Thoughts on how to modify the crafts to make them seaworthy.

 Telwin could tell his captain and first officer were not impressed with the offerings, but not wanting their giant hostess to be hurt or offended, he offered her one of his charming smiles. “These are wonderful, Tori! But would it be possible for us to test these out? After all, we don’t want to sink out there in the ocean.”

“Oh! Um……. let me see…...I think…..maybe if you want…..you can come home with me for break? My parents have a pool; we can test it out there,” Tori suggested. Her tone was timid but eager to help. She looked down shyly at them.

Before any of the Lilliputians could respond, the doorknob to Tori’s room rattled. Tori's roommate burst into the room before Tori could protest or the Lilliput crew could run and hide.

“You gotta see this! Tori’s roommate exclaimed, not caring that Tori had asked to be left alone and not to disturb her without knocking. Tori cursed herself once again that the bedroom door didn’t have functional locks.

Her roommate’s eyes were wide with surprise as she spotted the tiny people and toy ships scattered across the floor. "What the……...are you playing dolls?” Her roommate snickered, “Is that why you didn’t want to be disturbed?”

“YES! Leave Trina, NOW!” Tori yells, scrambling to her feet, not caring that she raised her voice. Her cheeks blush a deep red in embarrassment, and she tries to push her roommate out of the room.

Trina had a much more athletic build than Tori and quickly pushed Tori out of the way. “Naw, I wanna see your dolls.” Trina continued to laugh, seeing that this got a reaction out of Tori, only encouraged her to keep teasing her shy roommate.

As Trina bent down to pick up one of the tiny ‘dolls,’ the frozen spell that had gripped the Lilliputian crew broke. They all scattered like leaves in the wind.

“What the fuck!” Trina gasped in shock before trying to catch one of the tiny people running from her.

Mavri darted behind Tori’s desk chair leg, her heart pounding against her ribs. This human was not like Tori - her eyes held a dangerous, greedy glint, a look that reminded her too much of another cruel giant. Mavri, thinking fast, bolted to the wall and shimmed up the cord connecting to the desk lamp.

Trina crouched down, her gaze darting back and forth as she tried to track the miniature people's movements. "Come here, you little things," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I just want to get a closer look..."

“Trina! Leave them alone! You can’t go grabbing them! They’re people!” Tori yelled again, pulling on her roommate’s arm, trying to get her to leave.

Trina scoffed. "They're not people, Tori. I'll do whatever I want with them. Now let go; you’re letting them get away!"

"No!" Tori said firmly, pushing herself in front of her roommate, putting herself between Trina and the Lilliputians. Giving Fildor, Silvo, and Linric time to shimmy under Tori’s bed, out of reach of grasping giant hands.

Trina's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to Tori, her voice rising with each word. "You can't be serious! They're just tiny little creatures, and you're choosing them over me, your own roommate?"

Tori stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated confrontation, but she knew she couldn't back down.

Trina scoffed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "I can't believe this! You're being ridiculous, Tori. They're not even human! I bet just one of them would pay for all of college. Can’t you see that they’ll make us rich!”

"I'm not asking for your opinion, Trina. I'm telling you how it's going to be. And you need to leave them alone and get OUT of my room!” Tori stammered out, her hands trembled, and her heart raced, but she refused to back down.

Trina's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she considered Tori’s words.

“Fine. I’ll just take what I want, then.” Before Tori could react, Trina curled her hand into a fist and drove her fist into Tori’s belly, knocking the wind out of her and causing Tori to crumble to the ground. Tori curled up on her side in the fetal position, trying to catch her breath.

“THAT’S NO WAY TO TREAT A LADY!” A tiny voice yelled out.

Trina turned, spotting Telwin peeking out from behind Tori’s nightstand.

Trina scoffed at the miniature man. “What? Are you her tiny boyfriend or something? OOOH, maybe you’re her little special toy. Do you please her?” Trina mocked.

Telwin scowled. “You need to leave.”

Trina laughed. “Are you gonna make me little man? Now let me get a look at you.”

Telwin scrambled back as Trina moved in his direction. Her longer stride took her to his location in the blink of an eye. She was faster than she looked, her giant hand reaching down and snatching him up.

Trina grinned at her tiny catch. She marveled at his tiny form and how she was holding an entire man in her fist. She walked over to Tori’s desk, leaning against it. She paid Tori no mind, not seeing her as a threat; she could easily take her weaker roommate on. Tori still lay crumbled on the ground.

Trina turned the struggling man this way and that. Examining his tiny features. “You know, you’re kinda cute; maybe I’ll keep you for myself. Doesn’t that sound nice, you wanna be my tiny toy little man?”

Mavri's heart pounded as she dashed across the hardwood of the desk, her tiny feet barely making a sound. She spotted a discarded toothpick near the mouse pad and snatched it up, wielding it like a sword. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

Without hesitation, Mavri charged forward with lightning speed. She leaped onto Trina's hand, the one resting on the edge of the desk, and with all her might, she plunged the toothpick into the soft flesh between Trina's thumb and forefinger.

Trina yelped in pain and jerked her hand back, releasing her captive. Telwin tumbled through the air. He bounced off of Trina’s leg, breaking his fall. He rolled to a stop on the ground. He groaned and struggled to get back onto his feet.

Fildor darted out from under the bed. He ran to Telwin, helping the younger man to his feet and lugging him to safety under the giant bed.

"You little bitch!" Trina snarled, her eyes flashing with rage.

Mavri tumbled back down to the desk; the toothpick still clutched in her hand. She scrambled to her feet, ready to fight, but Trina was already looming over her, her face twisted with fury.

Trina reached down and flicked Mavri, causing the tiny captain to be flung backward. The force of the flick caused her to let go of her tiny wooden weapon. Mavri didn’t have much time before giant fingers plucked her up.

Trina dangled Mavri before her angry face. Mavri’s right leg was held between Trina’s thumb and forefinger.

“I should crush you. I don’t think I need all of you to get rich.” Trina growled. She found she loved the rush of power. “Or…...you know….maybe I should eat you. After all, you’re just a bug.” Trina moved Mavri up higher, dangling her over her head. She grinned as the tiny lady started struggling more and cursing at her.

“W-w—wait!” Tori yelled, struggling to her feet. “Um…..you were right!” Tori stammered out.

Trina lowered her hand, holding her tiny captive. “What?” She asked Tori in confusion.

“I mean……they could make us rich. I just didn’t want to-to—to share…. but we could split it 50/50. But if you kill one, it won’t be even.”

Trina looked at Tori like she was an idiot. “What’s stopping me from just taking them and doing what I want…...you can’t stop me…. also, I only saw like five of them.”

“What? No there’s six little people……...also you scared all of them into hiding. They trust me……it will be easier if you let me calm them down.” Tori replied.

“Hmmmm, again, I bet I could just scare them out or just move furniture.”

“But you risk hurting one or killing them. I look, I’ll admit I didn’t really know who to tell about them or where to go to……sell them. But maybe we could work together?”

Trina looked Tori up and down in consideration. “Hmmm, only if we go 75/25 on profits, and I get the short blond hair, dude.”

Tori tensed at the mention of Telwin. “Fine.” Tori hissed through gritted teeth.

Trina grinned. “Awesome, I’ll look up some clients for us. You get our little money makers all packed up.”

“Wait!” Tori called as Trina turned to the door. “Give me that one y-y—you have, um…..it will break their trust if they see one of their own missing.”

Trina glanced from Tori to her tiny wiggling captive between her fingers. “Sure, think fast!” With that, Trina tossed Mavri to Tori.

Tori shouted in surprise but cupped her hands together and managed to catch the tiny captain's small form.

Trina laughed as she shut the door.

Tori stood shaking in the middle of her room. Tori’s face crumpled as she looked down at the red-headed woman cupped between her hands. Her lips trembled, and her eyes teared up.

“I’m s-s—so sorry!” Tori stammered.

Mavri gave a shrug. “I don’t know how your ‘friend’ believed you. You’re a terrible liar.”

“Oh god! I’m glad you don’t think I’m a monster! I’m sorry! I had to say those awful things…... I didn’t know how to get her to leave!” Tori stammered on the verge of crying.

“Hey, Hey now…..you did good, thank you for that…..but you need to calm down. How are we going to get past you, lovely friend out there? I doubt she’ll let us hole up here.”

“I…..” Tori took a deep breath. “Okay, O-ok, I got this. Um, can you get everyone to come out? We’ll just have to leave.” Tori glanced at her bedroom window, a plan forming in her mind. Tori gently set her hands down on the ground, letting Mavri hop off.

Tori watched as Mavri disappeared under the bed. She grabbed her car keys, phone, wallet, and laptop and started stuffing items into her backpack. She grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over her head. She slung her pack over her shoulders and turned to the crew of Lilliputians by her bed.

“Ok…..Um…..if it’s alright with you all, um… you can ride in my hoodie pocket. I’ll climb out the window to get to my car. I’ll drive us to my parents’ house. We can crash there for now.” Tori fidgeted nervously as she spoke. She felt so scared that Trina would return. She never imagined that she would turn violent.

“Well, we can’t stay here. I’m trusting you to get my crew to safety, Tori.” Mavri called up to Tori.

Tori tried not to tremble too much as the Lilliputians climbed into her offered hands. She carefully brought her cupped hands to the opening of her hoodie pocket. One by one the Lilliputians hopped off and into her pocket. She could feel them nestled close to her middle.

With shaky hands, Tori lifted her window open slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

She carefully climbed down and dropped down to the driveway. From there, her nerves broke, and she sprinted as fast as she could to her car. She fumbled with her keys. She yanked the car door open just as she heard the front door to the apartment slam open. She slid into the driver’s seat and fumbled to get her key into the ignition. She vaguely saw the angry form of her roommate Trina running to her car. Trina looked pissed and armed with a baseball bat. Tori managed to turn the engine on and throw her car into reverse.

*SMASH*

*CRACK*

“AHHHHHH!” Tori screamed as the windshield of her car cracked because of the impact of the bat. Tori slammed down on the accelerator with her bare foot. Her car zoomed back. Tori came to a jolting stop as she changed the gear into drive. Tori yanked on the stirring wheel and drove as fast as she could, avoiding her enraged roommate.

Tori drove for hours, taking an alternative route and changing it as she went. She was terrified that Trina would follow. Tori thought about stopping multiple times but pushed on. She stopped once, texting a quick message to her parents. Letting them know she was heading in their direction.  She’d feel safe once she got to her parents’ home.

Tori pulled up to her parents’ home. It was evening and growing dark. She noticed their cars were gone. They must have been out for dinner or some other outing. Tori looked at her phone and sighed in relief. Her mom replied, saying they were out watching a movie, but she was welcome to let herself in.

Tori let herself in, finding the spare key under a potted plant near the front door. She locked the door behind her. Still feeling nervous and scared. She felt like a little kid wanting her parents home to protect her.

Tori made her way up to her room. She quickly let the tiny people in her pocket out.

“I’m so sorry about all that. But…..we should be safe here.”

“And we appreciate everything you’ve done,” Fildor replied. The rest of the lilliputians chimed in with encouragement. Tori felt guilty that they felt the need to reassure her. But their kind words eased the tight coil of fear and anxiety in her heart.

Tori flopped on her old bed and curled up in a ball. She grimaced, realizing she would have to call in sick. Break didn’t start for another two days.

Tori peeked open an eye, feeling a presence near her head. She jerked back in surprise to find Telwin standing right before her.

Tori gently closed her fingers around Telwin, cradling him in the warmth of her palm as she sat up and brought him close to her face. "I'm so sorry about what happened with Trina," she whispered, her voice heavy with regret. "I never imagined she'd react like that."

Telwin shifted in her hand, his tiny fingers gripping the creases of her skin for balance. "It's not your fault, Tori," he said, his voice soft but resolute. "You couldn't have known."

"I'm still sorry about all this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You didn't deserve any of that terror.”

"Don’t apologize," Telwin replied with a gracious nod, his bright blue eyes locking onto hers. "You did the best you could. Now I’m safe in the palm of a beautiful giant." His words were light and playful as if he could sense the tension that needed to be broken.

Tori couldn't help the smile that graced her lips, her gaze lingering on Telwin's miniature features. He was undeniably handsome, with a roguish charm. There was something about the way his sandy hair fell into his eyes, the impish twinkle that danced within them—If only he were my size...

Chapter 5

[girlstinkgood]

Giantess anon here - I am not sure shrinking anon would live through such an experience. A normal-sized person can survive giantess pits, and a shrunken person can survive a normal-sized person's pits. A tiny in a giantess' pits, though? Too much musk, sensory overload hazard.

Dueling anons should set up a musk huffing contest to see who's right

[smolgloves]

Trinket

Summary: Freya has to deal with Lae'zel's attitude

Tw: mentions of murder and dehumanizing language

“So, you will be joining us as we seek purification?” 

That cold voice cut through Freya like a steel blade. Willing herself to look up, Freya locked eyes with a scowling Lae'zel, her arms crossed and a cold glare froze the borrower in place. Unlike the others, Freya was not welcomed the luxury of having her own tent, so she either bunked with someone or she slept under the stars with Tav. It wasn't too bad, but she still had to get used to giant people walking up to her while she was busy sharpening her dagger or drying out herbs. The borrower definitely took those moments she was secluded behind walls for granted now that an angry gith was staring her down.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Freya spat out. 

“I have no problem with anyone who proves themselves useful in joining us...” 

Freya rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going to go. “And you don't think a borrower fits your definition of useful.” 

“No,” Lae'zel responded flatly, but her glare faltered, revealing a more curious glint in her ochre eyes. “But you stood up to a vampire, ventured into a hag's lair, and distracted an enemy long enough for me to end his life, you have displayed a fierce amount of courage for someone of your kind.” 

Freya sat quietly, making sure she heard Lae'zel correctly. “That's… not at all what I expected to hear.” 

“But I know you little istiks can't help your thievery nature, should you take anything of mine, expect to be skewered by a sewing needle.” 

“I only borrow things that are useful to me,” Freya met Lae’zel’s steel gaze with her own, she would not let the gith intimidate her, no matter how effective she may be. “And your stuff isn't worth borrowing!” 

“Chk, you have no understanding of the importance of githyanki items!” Lae'zel turned her nose up at Freya. “Our stuff has a purpose, we offer your kind nothing as you only take trinkets that offer little value. So just keep your hands to yourself, especially when we are nearing the creche and you may continue to live.” 

Before Freya could even react, Lae'zel turned and left, not wanting to waste a second talking to her anymore. Her venomous words were supposed to be threatening to keep the borrower in line, yet she was more confused. Did Lae'zel really just threaten her by saying basically the same thing as her? She looked around to see if anyone else was nearby to witness that, but no one was there. Freya shook her head, it doesn’t really matter. Lae'zel set a boundary and Freya agreed; there really shouldn't be a problem between her and the gith.

[belethlegwen]

The Rescue - Chp 53 - Still Dealing With The Sting

Good morning my lovelies and lurkers <3

The newest chapter of The Rescue is now live! Christmas and the Holiday season being what it is, I haven't had a ton of time (though, mostly energy has been the problem) to write, but I should still have something to go up in two weeks for you all :)

I hope you all have a lovely day and wonderful weekend! If I can get my ass up on time I'm thinking I'll catch The Boy and The Heron today as a step in helping me wind down a little. Honestly really excited to see it.

Enjoy the reading! Thank you all, as always, so much for the comments and kudos and shares <3 I apologize I haven't been able to respond to all the comments like I want to. My brain is deep in scrambled-egg territory.

Love you all, take care of yourselves and each other as best as you can!

~ Belle

[diegogtratty]

Love anything to do with mini giants interacting with their environment. They're not so big as to make it impossible. But, it can still be a little challenging because of their size. And that kinda shows off the size difference between em that much better.

Being able to grab a game controller within a single hand. Poking a keyboard carefully so as to not press several keys with a single finger. Lifting their legs so they don't hang off the edge of a bed. Crouching beneath doorframes to fit through them.

It's slightly inconvenient, yet playful in a way? Everything is so small that they have to use some things a bit differently to manage them. Others can be accomodated and resized to suit them better, but at that point you miss out on their size difference changing how they interact with most things. I just think it's neat when a big person interacts with a now smaller environment. And that's just without accounting for interactions with people half their size.

[absolute-andy]

Scanned the dream sequence from the second volume of Girls' Last Tour for fun