@skysayl I have the clip if you still want it!

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.

@foreverlurk said in Language barrier: Even the terms used for descriptions in English might change as the understanding grows (ie. “giant captor” --> “giant savior”) I think the trickiest part of it all would be trying not to give away too much of what you’re thinking or feeling. Getting it just right and making those small changes like in your example can definitely add to the experience. Managing to get a tiny’s trust would probably feel so nice. My Sindarin is a bit rusty but during the solar eclipse last week, at totality my daughter turned to me and said “mornië alantië!” which made me tear up a bit (and a very proud father lol) LOL. That’s hilarious and adorable!

@Olo This is absolutely amazing. I love the way she is holding all those girls. Although Overwatch has died a long time ago. Pictures like these keep the ip strong. Thank you so much for this.

@TakoAlice8 said: My personal thoughts on this type of trope is that it is a little difficult to tackle where trans people are put in this trope, but I am very glad the post that started this thread included trans people. Then again, I don’t write, I just read, so I could be wrong about how hard it is to implement trans people in this trope. In the past I have railed against the “all men and only men shrink” scenario because I (perhaps uncharitably) suspected insecure straight shrunken men of adding an unnecessary and illogical constraint just to avoid any possibility of encountering a giant cock. I become even more uncharitable when all the women instantly adapt to the new world order and have identically dehumanizing attitudes toward all shrunken men. It’s the lazy writing in service of a too-transparent thirst that offends me. I have since become less strident on this issue and allowed that there can be multiple reasons for scenarios like this and that different writers can put their own unique spin on it. I still insist on there being some explanation for this phenomenon other than “it fuels my fetish.” The trans issue is delicate. I recall @Taedis saying that they wanted to attempt an “all men shrink including transmen” story. I don’t think I’m equal to writing a story in this vein, and if I did I would probably be obnoxious enough to have some trans people grouped with their identified gender and some grouped with their birth-assigned gender.

@foreverlurk Switches are the unsung heroes of the size and BDSM communities. Bless them. The older days of internet were a lot crueler. I definitely got banned from some forums for the silliest of reasons. I do miss it sometimes though!

@crashman you ain’t wrong

Annnd just a dash of that ol razzle dazzle 🪄

@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! 🤯 )

@foreverlurk Ohh, but that is just as good for me ~

@foreverlurk I guess the only way is on her dA, I’ll keep her in mind next month.

Huh. Well, I got that completly wrong then.

@wildxpixie Honestly, that sheer difference in power informs a lot of how a GT/sw dynamic works, and how, in anything close to a ‘fair’ relationship, the giant has to accommodate the sw, make allowances for her, respect her fragility and how delicate she is, that many things that aren’t a threat or obstacle to him may be serious problems for her, while the sw has to acclimate to the fact that they aren’t in control, in many ways. Sure, she may be in charge, or telling them what to do, or even manipulating him with pleasure until he’s weak in the knees, but the second he just… reaches over and picks her up all of that goes away; they don’t get to choose what happens to them, where they go, anything. It’s all the giant’s choice, and even the fact he’s not making that choice is, in fact, him choosing not to choose; he allows her that control, it’s not something she has herself. In reminds me about what people say about Superman vs Batman fights, that Superman has to not use all his natural advantages (like just blasting Batman from space or something) to even allow Batman to get to a situation where they fight at all, allowing him to even be able to have a chance to fight. That those big, dramatic fights are still Clack accommodating his strength against Bruce’s frail humanity.

@littlest-lily blushing intensifies. Thanks LL🥰

Re: the glasses/ contacts. I’ve always imagined my shrinking to actually be done with magic. Even if the contraption looks like tech, because only magic allows me to handle the problems I’d have if just my natural human body shrank: my substantial dental work and IUD would burst through me like huge grenades. No thanks! Sooo in my stories I magically shrink all the things I would still have on me even if I was “naked”, if I want the shrinking-out-of-clothes trope, if I want it to make a little more logical sense, then the clothing stays too, so maybe the shrinking tech gives wiggle room of an inch or two outside of the skin when it’s selecting matter to shrink. This would keep glasses and clothing intact but not a purse. Anyway, back to shrinking women problems. Transportation is a big one. If a giant is carrying you, they have to be more careful than someone carrying a raw egg. Or they would need to have a container they prepared for it ahead of time. Sitting in a chest pocket - assuming the giant is very careful to not bump against things - is really the safest place you could hope for an average guy to have available. Every time I wear a button-up shirt with a chest pocket I think about how it would be perfect for if I ran across a tiny person. The big hoodie pockets that go across the center of the belly on sweatshirts without zippers would also be cozy. Almost like a kangaroo pouch. Those aren’t very fashionable right now, though.