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    @miss-lillipants Somehow I’m reminded of this. Ate your girlfriend (F/F) by Moebius [image: Moebius-992030-v296.png]
  • All That I Could See

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    @foreverlurk Watch out, Cameron… trust me, that can happen sometimes! I may have had inspiration for that hahahaha Thank you for reading!! Yess, my first thought about a blind biggo with smol friend was how sweet the symbiosis would be. My second thought was how the biggo’s condition would potentially help him appreciate her at her small size more than anyone, in part with the heightened senses. And even my (normie) sensitivity reader - the first thing she said when I was just telling her the general premise was “ohh, that’s so perfect, because she’d actually be small enough that he could have an easier time seeing her!” which is exactly what I was going for
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    Conclusion It took a long time to manage the doorknob to her room, and even longer to climb up into bed. Both women were flushed with exertion and laughing by the time they made it. They lay together beneath the sheets, holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes. Soon came kissing. And then they rolled together without plan or purpose, Anna always careful not to overwhelm the tiny woman, Michelle always eager to be overwhelmed. A tiny hand against Anna’s breast, squeezing and grasping. An enormous finger tracing the edges of Michelle’s butt. Soft moans and squeaks and affirmations. The two-foot-tall giantess lay with her head just beneath the pillow, luxuriating in the enormous bed, as her teensy lover crawled down the length of her body beneath the covers. Unseen, delicate little lips kissed their way down her thigh. It tickled. Anna giggled happily, twitching, unable to hold still. She felt Michelle try to hold her leg in place with the weight of her entire body, felt her abandon the Herculean task, felt her slide down her long thigh to the very center of her. “Aw, is my little dumpling going to try and get me off? Well don’t be too disappointed if I’m too much woman for… ahhhh holy fucking shit Michelle!” Anna’s hands balled into fists, gripping the comforter for dear life as Michelle’s tiny tongue explored. She couldn’t recall ever being this wet, ever being this close to the edge from so little stimulation. At half her size, the tiny girl seemed perfectly suited to find each and every one of Anna’s sweet spots. A whole hand slipped easily inside, pulled out, teased for a moment, began to slowly thrust. A small mouth closed over her aching clit, and tugged on her ever so gently. It went on, and on. Anna thought she shrank, just a little, toward the beginning. At this point it was only another note in the symphony of pleasure she found herself caught up in. It was clear Michelle was trying to start slow with her, to build to the real main event, but her body was so keyed up that even the teasing was enough to get her off. She had the fleeting thought that she should start counting orgasms, because this felt like it was shaping up to be an all-time record, but then thinking failed her. Her body thrashed uncontrollably, the poor little girl between her thighs holding on for dear life, covered in sweat and panting with exertion. Yet Michelle’s training as an athlete came through. Again and again she climbed back atop the larger woman, and even kept finding ways to increase the intensity, long past the point that Anna thought she was at her limit. Eventually she took pity on the tiny girl, and decided to give her a breather. Anna threw the blankets off, revealing a red-faced and disheveled little Michelle. Her hair was askew, her tiny face and chest slick with Anna’s juices. “Hey there cutie. Where’s your vibrator?” It was in the night stand, of course. The two-foot giantess leaned her body out dangerously over the edge of the bed, and after several attempts managed to tug the drawer open. There it was. Michelle’s little friend wasn’t that large, all things considered. A bullet-style vibrator, that looked more built for clit stimulation than anything else. Anna still needed both hands to lift it. She lay it down on the bed before her tiny paramour, like a triumphant hunter returning home. Michelle looked at it, alarmed. At her current size, the idea that the enormous toy could fit inside her was laughable. To the little munchkin it must seem at least eighteen inches long, and nearly as thick as her thigh. “What, um, are you planning to do with that, exactly?” “You’ll see. Trust me?” The pint-sized girl nodded at once. “Then lay down. Right there. On your back, arms at your sides, legs apart. I’ve wanted to do this to you for years. Maybe not quite like this, but….” Michelle obediently laid down, looking nervously up at the giantess. Anna carefully straddled the tiny woman. She positioned herself with her butt toward the mini-girl’s face, putting her legs on either side of Michelle’s chest, using her thighs to pin the woman’s arms to her side. She slowly eased herself backward, until her downy pubic hair just barely tickled against Michelle’s chin. “You were doing such a good job,” she purred. “I didn’t want you to stop. But you seemed like you deserved a break. Or a reward. So. Have both.” Very, very delicately, she leaned back, until she felt her slit press against Michelle’s nose. At once the diminutive girl responded, her tender little tongue drawing a line over Anna’s labia. The bigger girl dropped a hand to the mattress, supporting herself under the sudden onrush of pleasure. Gritting her teeth, she held the giant toy aloft, and turned on the vibe function. She lowered it, like thrusting a sword into a stone, and let the soft silicone head rest between the miniature girl’s legs, the tip barely touching her groin. Their cries mingled together: Michelle’s muffled; Anna’s clear as a bell. She ground against the girl as lightly as her need would allow, feeling her essence coating her little lover. A goddess baptizing her chosen. The vibrator was so powerful she could feel its effects through Michelle’s entire body, all the way to the tip of her tongue. She came. And came. At one point Michelle squirted – almost alarming hard, her body arching as though she’d been touched by a live wire. Anna started to pull the vibrator away, to let her recover, but Michelle’s immediate cry of frustration told her this was unnecessary. At last, exhausted, they lay together. For a time, both were too overheated to want close contact. But they cooled fast at this size, and soon they came back to the natural state that exists between two people who never wish to be parted. There, with Michelle as as littlest of the little spoons, they slept. In the morning, they were bigger. But, as Anna pointed out, not nearly big enough. She bullied Michelle into tracking down a tape measure before the poor woman could even make herself a cup of coffee. “That is seriously going to take like half an hour at your size. Measure first. Caffeine later.” Anna marked off Michelle’s height first, looked dissatisfied. She checked it again. Then she stood with her back against the wall while Michelle stood on a chair, grimly determined to stand as straight as possible, without cheating on her tip toes. “Four feet, four inches,” Michelle reported. She successfully kept the laughter from her voice. It was evident in her eyes. Anna scowled. “It’s better than three eight, Shorty.” Michelle shrugged, gracefully jumping from the chair with all the poise of a ballerina. “Whatever! I’m comfortable with it. Plus? Based on where we ended up last night? I’m growing back faster. I bet it won’t be long before I’m looking down at you again.” “Don’t count your chickens. I’m still a hell of a lot bigger than you. Keep teasing me about this and you might regret it.” “Threaten me with a good time.” Michelle stuck out her tongue. “Anyway, relax. I said it was a twenty-four-hour thing. I took my first dose just before seven last night. So we’ve got all day. Want to go for brunch? Maybe show off your cute little girlfriend? Huh?” “I think I’d rather stay in, thanks all the same.” “That’s fine. As long as we get to be together, I’m happy.” The smaller girl hugged her then, fitting herself easily into the crook of Anna’s chin, finding the space as easily as slipping in a puzzle piece. Michelle was warm against her, the wordless simplicity of her embrace leaving no room for argument. Anna sighed. And hugged her back. They made breakfast together – coffee and cereal and sliced fruit, since using the stove was out of the question. Michelle insisted that Anna eat at the table, and she waited on the larger woman like an unobtrusive little waitress. She had to admit, it was cute. Even if her bare feet were dangling high above the cold kitchen floor, the spoon awkwardly large in her hand, Michelle’s subservience gave her a sense a power. The way the smaller woman snapped to attention when she asked for more cream, or another slice of cantaloupe. And then with her task complete, faded into the background like the perfect little assistant. They snuggled on the couch, completely ignoring the movie they’d spent half an hour agreeing upon, their conversation not missing a beat as it droned on. Eventually they found other distractions, beneath a giant woolen blanket. Teensy feet stuck out from beneath, and Michelle whined that Anna was a blanket-hog. But by then, neither were cold enough to need it. They made lunch. They took turns showering. They watched another movie. Finally they made love in Michelle’s bed again, as the light outside turned low and orange, and the peace of a Sunday evening overtook the city. By the time it was full dark, Anna had grown to four and a half feet tall. Michelle was still four feet on the dot. Neither number had increased since noon. Sunday, June 21st, 10:14pm Michelle: Really REALLY sorry to bother you. I think this is an emergency. We’re kind of stuck in junior-petite mode. Help? Eve: Neat. Eve: Called it. Michelle: ??? Eve: Your potion didn’t evaporate. Sorry. I said that was a POSSIBLE explanation, not the most likely. It’s not technically a lie, and I was busy. Anyway you probably enjoyed the night more. Not knowing the truth. Michelle: … Michelle: Okay I know you like to be dramatic, but you’re seriously scaring me. Eve: Magic is 85% horticulture. Just knowing the right plants, following the recipe. What is the rest? Think. Eve: I told you. Eve: The words aren’t important…. Eve: It’s the…. Michelle: Want Eve: Good job! I’ll bring you a cookie tomorrow. Looking forward to a half-pint assistant. Michelle: Fix this? Eve: No. But I’ll teach you how. It’ll be easy. Eve: If you actually want it fixed “She’s a treat,” Anna said, resting her chin on Michelle’s shoulder as she read. “Do I get to meet her?” “I’ll take you to the office tomorrow. Wait til you see how she decorated. You’re not mad?” Anna thought about it. “I guess not. As long as you’re smaller than me, that’s all I need. Anyway I’ve got some vacation time saved up, and I’m due for a sabbatical. It’s short notice. No pun intended.” Michelle groaned. And kissed her.
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    @SmolChlo said: Are they blending up human remains and feeding them to Dee?! The struggle of having a Giant crave you in more than one way Well, my thought about that was [REDACTED] I like my giants and tinies to have a multisensory experience @Olo said: Freaky and enticingly open-ended. The shock-collar mechsuits were clever, fiendishly introduced after the physical side effects started taking their toll. Thanks! If work has taught me anything, it’s that internal retaliation is both petty and more likely to happen than one would think. Easy inspiration for the suits and their intent. I initially read “CIs” as “cis,” which is (pace Elon Musk) a perfectly cromulent way to refer to people whose bodies haven’t been transformed. I kept reading it as “cis” too, but it’s just a coincidence. I hope that in the end Dr. Too Little accepted the price she had to pay for witnessing such a miracle. She does, but she also doesn’t have much choice.
  • I didn't sign up for this. (Reddit-style post)

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    u/Fleaboard_Kingpin69 Replying to u/BurntProvider LOL dude you clearly need to divorce asap. Been in your position. Aside from the low chances of your wife recovering, there’s research that’s just come out that says that they can still pass on the virus through sex even if they’re no longer contagious - the mainstream media won’t tell you that. Let nature sort them out. Circle of life, survival of the fittest.
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    @tiny-ivy (I love and am super flattered for your own take on this!) u/PeevousGrievous Replying to u/CheckPlease First of all, I’m sorry that you contracted MINUS and I hope, for your sake, that it does not become a chronic condition for you. Thank goodness that your husband has been so supportive. As a fellow MINUS sufferer, first and foremost: try to rest and relax. Whether a short-term or long-term infection, there isn’t much you can do while you’re still sick - it really is much like the flu in that respect. If you’re feeling restless or can’t sleep, I recommend a free mobile game that’s just been released: Mi-Crow Cafe! It’s an adorable, “cosy” game about running a tiny cafe in a tree hollow for small animals. Each animal is a unique customer, with their own favourite foods, and as you build up a rapport with them, they tell you more about their lives. It’s also got amazing music, very Studio Ghibli-like. On top of that, it’s been recommended as a therapeutic game because the stories are actually based on the experiences of other MINUS sufferers. And I can confirm: it runs just fine on the tablet (I have the same one!)
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    @miss-lillipants (This is a beautiful idea. It’s so inspiring and I love the many types of tones possible from all the different subreddits that would exist. And how short the pieces can be. And split up across many days. Aaah! 🤯 )
  • I hate my job...

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    @miss-lillipants (I love this so much. I absolutely adored the mild offense she had for the term “crush”. That made me laugh out loud. The rest is so sweet and realistic, too! Not a trash fire at all!)
  • East Yard

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  • Penelope

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    @SallyFourth Excellent work! It is nice to see puny Penelope be put in her place!
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    @tiny-ivy Awesome! I don’t think that you thought this, but just for the record, I hope that my mentioning that violence isn’t my cup of tea didn’t come off as me requesting happier content for you. Absolutely write whatever you want to write! I tend to mention my tastes only as a compliment - that I enjoyed it despite perhaps not being the target demographic. Having said that, if you’re truly wanting to give them an happier AU that would certainly be welcome!!
  • Stress Relief

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    @Nyx petty Go ahead, keep laughing at him.
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    @starslayer One week later Jeanette sat in the far corner of the Little Owl’s Cafe, her laptop resting on her thighs. On the table before her sat a cup of the strongest latte she could drink without her head exploding. She’d been trying to find information on the boy, but with no leads and no witnesses of the incident save herself, she wasn’t having a lot of luck. She was very successful with another budding interest of hers, however. Ever since she’d looked up at the boy from her diminutive size, her mind had been filled with thoughts of being three inches tall again. It was weird, she knew, and embarrassing to think about, but just remembering the strange, tingling sensation that spread over her body, the airy, light-headed feeling that came with being so small… it was fascinating. On the internet, she’d found very little actually helpful content. She never would have guessed there was an entire community focused on eroticizing the fictional resizing of men and women, but she supposed one could find just about anything on the web. Did that mean she disliked what she saw? Not exactly. Once her friend Kaylee had come over, and she found a stack of rather… explicit books regarding shrunken individuals hiding under Jeanette’s bed. Jeanette had blushed, and thrown them away jokingly. Kaylee had, thankfully, said little about it, only remarking that she’d never have guessed Jeanette was into that “weird kinda stuff,” as she called it. (She didn’t know Jeanette had fished them from the trash can the moment Kaylee had left.) Jeanette honestly didn’t know why she was so attached to the idea of being small. All she knew for sure was that she needed to find the boy, and fast. Her mind turned to the missing necklace, and her heart suddenly felt heavy in her chest. She thought of her mother in her last moments, thin and frail and yet so beautiful as she lay dying on that accursed hospital bed… She took a swig of her coffee to clear her head, smacking her lips as the hot brown liquid traveled down her throat. “Don’t burn yourself,” a voice said. She looked up, automatically minimizing (god, what that word did to her mind nowadays was excruciating) her browser. Hank, one of the waiters at the cafe stood before her, a mischievous grin on his face. That was typical of him; the nineteen year old baristo was well known around the shop for his playful sense of humor. His curly brown hair poked out from under his hat, and his dark eyes sparkled. A lot of the girls harbored quite a crush on him, and Jeanette had asked herself if she was one of them before. Sure, Hank was a little young for her 22 years, but he was cute, funny, and likable. Unbidden, an image popped into her mind, of her being cuddled by a gigantic Hank. She curled around one of his slim fingers, and Hank lightly poked her in the waist, tickling her. Her face suddenly felt hot, and she covered her mouth. She found she couldn’t meet Hank’s eyes. Hank didn’t seem to notice, or he was gracious enough to not call attention to it. “We don’t really have the money to afford being sued 'cuz you were dumb enough to burn half your mouth off. So please remember that we are absolved of all responsibility for any injuries you might sustain. I’m just telling you this to be nice.” Jeanette cleared her throat, and forced the image from her mind. “S-Shouldn’t I sign a liability waiver or something?” she said, trying to play along. Hank grinned. “If we did that, nobody would come, Jeanette.” He gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Would you come to a cafe if they made you sign something every time you ordered a hyper-summer mint latte?” She laughed. “I guess not.” “Exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a lovely couple over there who’s in need of their beverages.” He nodded, and walked off with a smile. Jeanette smiled back, then quickly maximized the browser again. She had about five tabs open, two of which were Deviantart (she promised herself it was work related), one of which was a news report concerning the seven or so missing people in the area, and two of which were online forums regarding… certain things Jeanette didn’t like to admit, even in her own mind. She clicked onto the report, and recognized some of the pictures as none other than the men who’d attacked her a week ago. The others she didn’t know, but it couldn’t have been a coincidence that they’d all last been seen in the same area. Her mystery boy had to be behind it. Moved by a sudden impulse, she glanced up, and her eyes widened. Standing in line at the counter was none other than Cornelius, dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. A multitude of emotions passed through her mind: rage, that the person she’d been searching for so long happened to just walk into the cafe while she was there, relief, for it meant she could finally get some answers, and an emotion she couldn’t give a name to, one that made her heart tighten in her chest and sent her mind into a flurry of thoughts and ideas. She almost stood up and walked over to him, but she didn’t want to cause a scene. She watched as he ordered coffee and a muffin, then made to leave. Damn it, he ordered to-go. Then Cornelius turned, just for a moment. Anyone else would have dismissed it as irrelevant, but Jeanette watched as his blue eyes met hers. He noticed her, and there was the faintest hint of a smile in his expression. Then he turned, and left. Hurriedly, Jeanette leaped to her feet, packed up her things, paid the bill, and rushed out the cafe, looking around frantically. Then she saw him, a few blocks away, standing by a bus stop. She broke into a sprint, not even caring how she looked to the people around her. Cornelius glanced behind him, and he suddenly began walking again. Jeanette cursed, and she put on an extra burst of speed. She was thankful she’d taken track for her last few years of high school, otherwise she never would have been able to make it. Cornelius turned into an alleyway. A part of Jeanette’s mind wondered what on earth he was turning into an alleyway for, but the rest of her simply forced her to keep going. Finally, she made it. In a final burst of adrenaline, she grabbed him by the collar and forced him to the wall, drawing a surprised gasp from his lips. “Alright, listen,” she said, panting, “I have questions, and you’re going to answer them. Understand?” Cornelius looked up at her, eyes wide. He nodded shyly, and Jeanette relinquished her grip, resting her hands on her knees as she gasped for breath. “S-Sorry about that,” she said after a moment. “I’ve been looking for you for… well… n-never mind.” Cornelius rubbed the back of his neck. He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Um… you know I’m not supposed to talk to you right? Well, that’s a ridiculous question. Of course you don’t.” “Why can’t you talk to me?” she asked, an eyebrow raised. “Some kind of religious thing?” “In a manner of speaking,” Cornelius said nervously. “But I suppose you’re not going to stop asking questions?” Jeanette grinned. “You know me so well.” He sighed. “Well, that’s that.” He offered her his hand. Jeanette raised an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna shrink me and sell me to a local school are you?” Cornelius laughed. “Of course not, Miss Jeanette. I figure you’ve been persistent enough to have looked for me. The most decent thing I could do is answer your questions. Oh, and before I forget…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. Jeanette’s heart gave a great leap when she realized it was her own. She took it slowly, fastening it around her neck, a sense of peace spreading throughout her as the cold chain settled on her skin. Cornelius offered her his hand. “Do you trust me?” Jeanette was silent for a moment, then she slowly took his hand. It was cold and soft within her own, and she felt the young man slightly flinch at her touch. He cleared his throat. “Miss Jeanette. You must promise to me that you will speak to no one about what I’m going to tell you.” “I… I promise.” And suddenly, they were gone.
  • Passageway (M/f, Giant)

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    @Kisupure Considering that you’re one of my favorite writers, I’m extremely happy that you’ve been enjoying it
  • Harder with the Gentleness

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    @littlest-lily I’m glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading and commenting.
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    @TakoAlice8 certainly … Tossing back the last remnant of her impossibly polychromatic cocktail, Frederica resumed her commentary. “And we’re back! That was Nikki, our former Hunter, turned Commentator; here at the exclusive Artemis Hunt!” she grinned as she handed the empty glass to a scantily dressed, attendant who stood barely as high as her breasts. “Let’s get back to Bran” she continued, “It’s just about time for him to resume his pursuit of Rose. He’s the only Hunter on her trail and she’s showing no sign of accepting a Sponsorship. Bran’s third tag on Rose, has reduced her to just two feet, nine inches. As you can see on our Tracker feeds, Rose has very wisely chosen to abandon the last of her clothing. Our thirty-three-inch nudie cutie has realized that she can much faster in the buff!” “It seems that Rose has learned how important it is to stay undercover as she moves” Frederica smiled, selecting another cocktail from her petite server’s tray, “But she obviously doesn’t know the lay of the land as well as Bran! The principal feed has just switched from the Tracker that has been trailing our diminutive, red-haired stunner back to Bran’s helmet cam. More often than not, this indicates the situation is developing to the Hunter’s advantage.” Almost as if on cue, Rose appeared on the Hunter’s feed. Zooming in on Rose; Bran’s camera tracked the progress of the desperate, disheveled minikin as she clambered through the tangled branches of a dense rhododendron thicket. “Here she comes now" Frederica gloated, sipping her drink, “He’s circled around ahead of her. Bran anticipated her route perfectly and has established his ambush most expertly.” Between the Tracker cam and Bran’s head camera, the Sponsors were treated to the equivalent of a front row seat as Bran’s small, nude quarry picked her way through the foliage until she was close enough for a clear shot. “She doesn’t see him! He’s going to make his fourth tag!” Frederica cheered, “He’s got her!” The condenser’s charge caught Rose completely off guard. Visibly staggered; the diminutive coquette momentarily froze as her body began to dwindle once more. “There it is! We have a curious situation developing in our flower garden. This lovely flower began her day as a beautiful, big grandiflora but it seems that by this evening, she’ll be just a miniature rose! Or perhaps, a little bud? This tag will reduce our delightful, little Rose from thirty-three down to twenty-six inches. Can you imagine how sweet she’ll be when she’s just two-foot-two? “ The monitors in the Chateau switched back to the Tracker cam as Bran settled to the ground and the steadily shrinking Rose resumed her frenzied efforts to find a safe refuge. Her size didn’t change quickly enough to be perceptible to the Sponsors but it was clear that she was now a tiny midget, little more than two feet high, scrambling naked over the leaf litter and ducking under branches in her frantic attempts to elude Bran. “That’s the fourth tag on Rose. Just one more and she can be collected as a Prize by any Hunter who nets her. Her trail is becoming harder to follow now that she is so very, very tiny!"