#shrunken people

[visualbackwash]

Reason number 846 why being tiny is good is being clingy and constantly cuddling your SO without getting in their way or being too annoying because you're literally too small to be an inconvenience

[misskittykatft]

Where are my tiny losers? I want to film some giantess customs tomorrow

[giantgirlworld]

[macroartcollector]

A story written for and inspired by @queenofquelling

"And Now You Don't"

It was finally the weekend! After a long week at work, I was finally done. And what a relief it was, because I had plans tonight. There was a magician in town and I had front row tickets. After the week at work I had, a good show and light entertainment was exactly what I needed. Stopping by the house for a quick moment to change from my work clothes to my finest suit, a black number with a purple button down underneath, I was soon on my way to experience the joy of magic.

Reaching the theater, I parked my car and walked to the box office. Craning my neck upwards, I read the marquee, “One Show Tonight Only” it read in shining lights. Walking to the window, I handed my ticket over to the unenthused ticket-taker who scanned my ticket and with their confirmation, I walked inside. The theatre lobby was bustling with all matter of patrons walking from the concessions, the bathrooms, and the stairs to the balcony. I checked my silver wristwatch as I took a pamphlet from the table by the door, the show was starting soon. Tucking the program under my arm, I headed towards my seat. Right at center stage, I took my seat, a fine plush seat that was immediately comfortable. I flipped through the pamphlet, reading the stories of success and marvelous feats this great magician had performed. But soon, the lights began to dim and the red velvet curtain lifted. The show was about to begin.

With thunderous applause the magician walked out on stage. A blonde haired woman wearing a magician’s tuxedo and tails and wearing knee length black heels approach the center of the stage while her assistant rolled out a long table with a vast assortment of tricks and magics on it before rushing off stage. The magician took a bow and immediately commanded the stage, her stage presence was second to none. The applause died down as the entire theatre waited in anticipation.

“Welcome one and all!” she spoke to the crowd, waving her wand in her gloved hand like a conductor would cast with a baton, “I hope everyone is prepared for a one of a kind magic performance tonight, something that most of you won’t believe when it’s all said and done.” The crowd murmured amongst themselves at such a claim. “But without further ado, let us begin. I will need a volunteer from the audience to help with my show tonight,” she added as her eyes scanned the crowd before locking in, “How about this fine young man right here?” she inquired as the overhead spotlight dialed in upon me. My astonishment was without bounds. I expected to watch a show, not to be a part of it, so I was taken aback with the invitation. But as the usher came to escort me upon the stage, I found my feet under me and walked up on the stage. The stage lights were hot and having so many eyes upon me was daunting, but there was no going back now. The magician smiled to the crowd, “What a handsome young volunteer we have for tonight’s show, now let’s get on it. It’s time for my first trick.”

Her showmanship was astounding, the way she pulled the audience around on a string. It was obvious why she was renown the world over. She began her routine. Taking the magician’s tophat from her head and showing it was empty to the crowd, all this while the assistant raised a curtain before me. With a wave of her wand and the magic words, “Eini Mini”, I was no longer behind the curtain, instead it was dark with a halo of bright light above me. But before I had any chance to assess my situation a massive hand descended upon me, scooping me up, and before I knew what was happening, I was being displayed like new trinket to the applauding crowd. “Behold!” the magician’s now booming voice rang out, “I have pulled a man from my hat!” the din of applause was deafening. I had no idea how it happened, but truly this was magic.

“For my next trick, I’ll be cutting this tiny volunteer in half!” the gasp from the crowd was audible. The magician went over to her table of tricks, setting me down amongst the massive tools of trade. The assistant was back out with a camera as a projector screen came down from the ceiling to broadcast the show for the audience. The magician took a miniature guillotine and demonstrated its fatal nature as the blade came down and sliced a carrot in half. Now that people knew the danger, she grabbed me in the soft delicate hand and placed me in the stock with the blade looming above. And with a pull of the trigger, the blade came down. For a moment it looked as though I was in two, and the audience gasped. But with a wave of her hand and the lifting of the blade, I was back in one piece, to the awe of the crowd.

The next trick in her arsenal was escape art, as I was to be locked in a small jewelry box, the box was to be wrapped in chains, and then dropped into a tank of water. My heart sank at the idea, she was a wonderful magician, but there was no way I could get out of this one. But there was no sense in arguing as the show must go on. Being held in her gentle grasp was becoming routine for me, a comfortable place it was, before I was dropped into the box, and then swallowed in darkness. I could do nothing but evaluate based of muffled commands and the shaking of my surroundings. But soon the humidity increased greatly, and water began to seep in between the crack. I began to panic, there was nothing I could do, even if I was at normal size. The water was starting to rise. But by the time it reached my waist, there was silence. And then an immediate flash of light as I was back in front of the crowd, safe and sound. The audience applauded once again. The magician smiled.

The show rolled along with the next trick seemingly not involving me. The magician began to pull a knotted chain of kerchiefs from her sleeve, unreasonably longer than anything that was to be expected. That was until the chain finally ended and knotted at the end of the last bit of cloth, somehow I was there. I had magically gone from standing on the table to being knotted and dangling. Truly this woman was a great magician.

The next couple of tricks did not involve me as I was just instructed to stay put, standing on the table. It was truly a marvel to be this close to show, considering I thought I was close in my seat, to be even closer was truly spectacular. Though I certainly did wonder when I would be excused and returned to my normal size. Hopefully it was soon, as I was starting to get a bit drafty from the water escape. But this was truly such a great experience, well worth the price of admission alone.

“Alright. You all have been such a wonderful audience! I truly wish I could stay longer, but we have unfortunately reached the end of our little show.”  The magician spoke as the audience let out a sound of disappointment. “I know. I know. But I have one more trick for you all before we end, and it will require the assistance of our valuable little assistant. Give him a hand!” I blushed a deep red as the crowd clapped for me. I was deeply embarrassed never having been good with praise. “Now what I am going to do,” she spoke deliberately as the click clack of her heels reached ever closer before I was entombed behind her fingers as prison bars once again before going back to center stage.

“Now what I am going to do, is make our delectable volunteer here, disappear! Now you see him.” the crowd gasped in astonishment at the notion. The hand that held me was raised high in the air and the fingers loosened their grip on me until I was just laying in her palm. The palm began to tip, the angle tightening, and I began to lose my footing in the gloved palm. Eventually I couldn’t hold on anymore, and I began to fall through the air. The drop was perilous and looking down, my destination was even more so. The magician had parted her bright red lips, revealing her pearly whites. I was to land upon her thick fleshy tongue! Beginning to panic, I clawed at the air, trying to find anything to hold onto. But it was ultimately fruitless and with a squelch I landed square on her tongue. I was behind the ivory sabers that could slice or crush me without a single thought. The lips that so lusciously spoke to the crowd now began to close. Darkness was swallowing me, which was ironic, as soon after the muscles in the wonderfully talented woman began working and I was held in the embrace of her esophagus, the tight walls constricting me as I descended deep into the belly of the beauty before landing with a splash in her gorgeous gullet. Muffled, but still audible, I hear the magician conclude her show, “And now you don’t.”

[daibijin1337]

少女把男孩缩小100倍！藏在家中百般折磨，男孩快疯了！暗黑童话（上）

[little-annie228]

[thatkinkyowl]

Willing Steppies

Even micros want to be stepped on by Beberly nwn

[his-tamine]

me when i'm not being stepped on and crushed beneath someone's sweaty soles:

>:(

[ts-giantess]

you’re so cute! i could just

eat

you

up

~ 🫦💕

[visualbackwash]

Big cute girls like @Ani_Momo_ should be in charge of small cute girls like @Eldritch_Cutie and I, imo

[misskittykatft]

You really thought I didn't see you down there? I'm ignoring you until you send

[gtsvideos2]

【shrunken woman】仕返し あーちゃんの逆襲 giantess

[bikinizero]

Now You See Her...

[daibijin1337]

女生被同学缩小，放进热锅里，下场十分凄惨！暗黑童话（下）

[macroartcollector]

Art by: SultanofSize

Tagging: @queenofquelling

As the days got hotter, and the icy grip of winter began to fade, it became more and more common to find pests in the garden. On this particular day a pesky mant has been detained. No longer can the miniscule miscreant terrorize the terra firma. For the looming giantess had deposited the insect in a glass for safe keeping. Well, safe for now, not forever...

[thatkinkyowl]

Beberly's lil passengers

Seems that Beberly has some passengers in her flipflops >w> I'd totally join them!