Tiny female detective and her partner who is a regular sized person, she deciphers all the clues and sees the details a normal sized being can’t, the partner just drives her to the scenes and arrests the criminals.
The story told is a serialized tragedy. It travels down the threads of many lives, weaving them together to create a complex, modern narrative that dovetails with centuries of biblical lore.
Lore that is timeless and merciless, echoed through the centuries, re-telling of a fate shared by those who vainly try to slay a demon:
Being diminished, and eaten alive.
This is a novel interwoven with size kink and vore kink. Professionally written. With over 560,000 views (2013-Present) in the archives.
Now, rebooted, and rewritten into an immersive, layered story. It reads like you’re watching a Netflix Show.
Season One/Book One:Swallow Me, Like Your Little Pill
Synopsis: A female pill addict fails to vainly outwit, outlast, outsex a violent, demonic monster. Defeated, they collapse into a dark, violent “romance.” A romance that not only echoes centuries of biblical lore but is foundational for its creation. Bearing solemn witness to this, a group of well-meaning women, The Skeptics, avow to help. But one of them is not being honest; not entirely, and it could risk pulling all of them into an unwitting bloodbath.
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!"