Hypnotizing

[Olo]

@littlest-lily I got halfway through this at work when I realized I would need to finish it at home.

[SmolChlo]

@Olo (currently at work) I just finished it and now I think I need to go home

[littlest-lily]

@BryTheGuy Hehe, now you’re reading MY mind

[littlest-lily]

@SmolChlo @Olo You guys are the best

[Olo]

@littlest-lily I really cherish her perspective for all this, her sensations and emotions not least. We get to feel all the ways she’s overwhelmed and how much she wants to be overwhelmed.

And just like that, I’m roused to my feet. Pleasing him is motivation enough.

Look at her go! [sigh]

“If you’re into dinosaurs, does that make you a fan of Jurassic Park?”

This is where I had to stop, because the T-Rex mouth-grab is my favorite move of all time. It’s a constant distraction when walking down the street.

“I’m not done tasting you.”

And then she gets hers, humping his tongue. Remember what you learned here today, Sweetie.

[littlest-lily]

@Olo You know, I’ve thought about/seen the whole grab-the-tiny-with-mouth thing before, but as I think about it, I remember reading something you wrote referring to it as “t rex style,” and that probably was what stayed with me subconsciously. I’m giving you credit for that moment! hehehe

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 7

Ryder’s still laughing softly as he lowers his hand away from his face so he can look at me. “Did you just start humping my tongue?” he asks incredulously.

I try to sit up but I end up slipping in the saliva, so I give up and just lay there as I look up at him. “Was I not supposed to?” I ask with a cheeky grin. I’m not even bothering to yell anymore, now that I know communication’s not an issue. “You were presenting it to me, what else was I supposed to do?”

“You are something else, Isabelle,” the giant murmurs, and he touches the side of my body very delicately with his fingertip, stroking me up and down. “You’ve got quite the endurance too, I gotta say. What was that, like, your third orgasm?”

“Fourth,” I titter, practically purring at the overwhelming touch that I’ve been learning to love. “And don’t act like you didn’t have anything to do with that! No way would I be able to get there so often normally.”

“Mmm, maybe you’ve just never given yourself the chance to,” he says with a smirk.

I start shaping myself to the curve of his finger, twisting my abdomen, rubbing my cheek against him. I give him my best seductive look, which is honestly incredibly out of character for me. I don’t really know how to be sexy, and if I had any more brain power I’d just be feeling self conscious and stupid. But with all my inhibitions gone I’m able to go for it, sighing and giggling as I rub my body up against him. He pets me for a bit longer before pulling his finger away, and I get onto all fours in the center of his palm as I look up towards his face. I smile, moving my shoulders like a panther about to pounce, and I dip my back to tilt up my rear.

Ryder looks very entertained and is struck by an impulse. It’s his pinkie finger that comes back, and with careful aim he attempts to lightly slap my raised up butt. But in reality it’s more like a rough shove that makes me crash onto my face into the folds of his hand.

He laughs, the sound of it lighting me up with shivers. “So pathetic. And I mean that in the best way possible, sweetheart.” He looks entranced, holding me up in front of his eyes as I push myself back up to sitting. “Damn, I just can’t believe how small I’ve made you… Let’s set you down for a second.”

I gasp from the vertigo of the sudden descent. I take a quick look around to figure out where I’m going and am disoriented enough to think it might be to the floor from the sheer distance that his hand is traversing. But quickly enough I’m jostled by a thump and realize he’s just setting me on his desk. His palm starts tilting, and I quickly crawl to the edge of it to try and hop off myself. At a little over an inch tall, though, that would actually require some climbing down if he’d just be patient enough to– welp, nevermind, I guess I’m just getting dumped off. I crumble to the wooden floor with an “oof” and look around wildly as I rush back to my feet.

“Take a break,” Ryder says, his form dizzying as it squats down in front of the desk. “Feel free to look around, do your little explorer thing.”

I do indeed try to take in my surroundings. There are some me-sized earbuds nearby, and a village of strange buildings surrounds me - laptop, phone, plastic cup, stray pens, a stack of business cards. But the nearby giant is rather distracting as I look around. He’s opening a drawer that’s just under the table, and when he shuts it I almost lose my balance.

“Here.” An immense white tarp drops in front of me that smells strongly of lemon. “In case you wanted to wash off the spit,” he explains with a smile.

“Such a gentleman,” I respond with a hint of sarcasm, though I do walk up to the wet wipe so that I can start rubbing the moist cloth against my skin. Being covered in quickly drying saliva isn’t the most pleasant thing, and I’d rather be clean for him, even if that means I’ll briefly be very cold.

Ryder takes a seat at his desk and just observes me for a while. I feel peaceful and content simply being in his silent presence for the next few minutes as I clean off and continue my circuitous patterns around the desk. Exploring such an intimidating environment might have been more unnerving if I wasn’t under his watchful gaze. I feel so safe, and I know I wouldn’t if I was with any other titan. Which reminds me…

“Are you not worried about your roommate walking in on us?” I ask, gesturing vaguely towards where I know there’s a matching bed and desk on the other side of the room.

“I don’t have a roommate,” he says bluntly.

Right. Of course he’d have a two-person dorm room all to himself. If anything, it’s odd that Mr. Rich Boy is using an on-campus dorm at all instead of some fancy condo somewhere.

“I like being close to everything here. The pool’s only two buildings down,” he explains, as if he’d read my thoughts. Actually, maybe he did just that.

“Sooo how does this whole mind thing work?” I ask curiously. I reach his hulking laptop and run a finger along the edge of a USB port I could fit my head in. “I mean, I can tell I’m not quite myself, but I don’t feel like I’m some kind of brainless husk right now. How much sway do you actually have?”

There’s a short pause as Ryder continues to watch me with a subtle intrigue, the corner of his mouth switching slightly. I don’t think he’s used to having this kind of conversation. But he quickly falls back into his confident demeanor.

“Oh sure, I could be a lot more forceful than what’s happening right now. I could control your every muscle if I wanted. I could force you to smile or cry or walk off the edge of a cliff.” He gestures towards the landscape I’m standing on. “Or a desk.”

I take a moment to process that, as fascinated as if we were discussing a workplace anecdote instead of the much more dire reality. Then Ryder leans in closer, staring at me with a sudden intensity that makes me focus completely on him.

“I could break into your mind,” he thunders softly. “I could track down any thought or memory I could want from you… and then make you forget any of this ever happened. In fact, none of my previous little victims have any idea about the adventures they’ve been on with me.”

I’m trembling from the booming voice and heavy implications, and he straightens back up and shrugs one shoulder. “And sure, sometimes coercing people more directly comes in handy, for logistical reasons. But being that heavy-handed is so boring. It’s way more fun to prod and entice and tease things out of you.”

I smile weakly, still shaking slightly. I’m feeling hung up on something and decide to ask, “Victims? Are people getting hurt?”

His eyes narrow. “Have I harmed you, Isabelle?”

“No…” I answer immediately with a shake of the head. At this point I’m not worried about the danger in all this, not really. I just feel so safe with him. It all feels so right. I’m struck by a sudden thought and add, “Wait, have you done this with me in the past and I just don’t remember?”

This gets more of a reaction out of Ryder than I was expecting. He looks a little taken aback. Enough so that I trust the fact that he’s not reading my every thought.

“No,” he says. “This is the first time.”

I believe him, and I’m grateful to know this encounter is as special as I thought it was. Our first. I want it to be the first of many. I wish I could reach him - physically, I mean. Even though he’s sitting right in front of his desk, he’s so far away. My hand twitches as if it wants to take his as I look deep into his eyes, praying that he’s able to see the earnestness in my expression despite my greatly reduced size.

“I don’t want to forget this,” I plead. “I don’t want to forget tonight.”

A slight frown creases his features. “You say that now…” he mutters in a low voice, shifting uncomfortably.

There’s a pause where we hold each other’s gaze. But then without warning, a hand vaults into view and settles onto the desk - beside me, around me, crashing into the wood and making it shudder. I instinctively hug my arms around myself before looking back up at the domineering titan. I’m positioned in the space between his thumb and forefinger, though he chooses to not make contact.

“Don’t think about the future,” he commands, leaning forward, “Stay with me. Right here, right now. Don’t look away.”

And I’m breathing hard now as I feel the familiar heat overtake me. Ryder’s form, already enormous, swells above me as I start shrinking again, dwindling ever further down. The process itself is disorienting enough, but I’m getting completely overwhelmed by the visuals as the giant’s massive head descends drastically until he’s surely kneeling on the floor, so that he can stay eye level with the desk and watch my progress.

"Are you feeling more like yourself, Isabelle?” he chuckles. “Such a long way from ‘too tall,’ don’t you think?”

"How small are you going to make me?” I wonder feebly, struggling to speak as I keep falling further.

"As small as it takes.”

My attention shifts to the thumb that’s resting just in front of me. The digit was practically the size of a car before, but it’s slowly growing more and more… and more. My heart races as I watch the width of the pad of his thumb overtake my height.

“I think that’s half an inch…” he mumbles, “This gets trickier, just a sec…”

There’s a storm of activity above me, and it’s so intense that I cover my eyes. This is a mistake, though, because I jump about a foot off the ground when something lands heavily just behind me. I whip around and am staring at a wall of silver that stretches into the sky, and as I zero in on the many black lines that adorn the edge of it, I realize it’s a ruler. Ryder leans in further, muttering to himself and hardly seeming to notice how I gawk up at him in shock.

“Metric’s easier at this point… Let’s stop at a centimeter.”

And just like that, the shrinking jerks to a halt. I’m gasping for air, less composed this time and failing to take any deep breaths. I could really use another dose of manufactured calm right now. I don’t have the proper words to describe how big everything looks. It doesn’t seem real - taking in the world is like gazing out at the ocean, or at a canyon, except for the fact that the scenery is fucking moving because the landscape that I’m looking at right now is actually a fucking person and my brain can’t fucking take it–

The giant’s thumb, which honestly reminds me more of a single-story house at this point, twitches and then starts sliding along the desk. You know, like a house on wheels, holy shit, holy shit…

I’m frozen in place as Ryder readjusts his fingers around me. His forefinger’s to my right and his thumb is to my left and they’re closing in on my cowering form between them. They stop a few relative feet away from me in either direction, hulking at such close proximity that I can feel their slight warmth in the air. I can’t even pay attention to that, I’m too busy staring straight ahead, into the terrifying beauty of his eyes, and I’m trying to communicate silently to him since I’m unable to form words. But my supplicating look doesn’t seem to be doing much - hell, I’m not sure we’re actually capable of eye contact anymore.

One side of his mouth raises up into a crooked smile. “I can still just make out your face. Want to see?”

I gasp, chest tightening even more as my wide eyes stare into space. He projects an image overlay onto my vision, showing me his view. Logic is telling me that I’m looking at a hand that’s about to crush a bug, a little beetle or something. But it’s standing upright. It’s flesh colored. It’s not at all shaped like an insect and it’s… it’s me. I recognize myself now, barely able to make out my expression of awe and overwhelm. Seeing how small I am in comparison to the building-like digits that surround me isn’t the least bit reassuring.

“Hold very still,” Ryder says, and the vision vanishes, leaving me in my perilous reality. With a subtle groan against the wood, the walls start closing in. Fuck.

For the first time this evening, I’m genuinely scared. The fingers are getting ever closer. There’s no way. He’s absolutely going to crush me. I need to move. But my muscles aren’t budging. The gap narrows and I should be too small to pick up and yet eventually there’s just no more room available and the walls make contact–

“There… I’ve gotcha…”

The pressure is intense, almost painful but not quite, as I’m pinned between two planes of flesh. And then my feet leave the ground. For once I think he’s trying to actually move slowly, but it hardly matters, any distance is going to be traversed way too fast. My breathing is getting shorter and I’m trembling with how tightly my muscles are clenched. I don’t even have anything to hold onto as I’m hurtled through the air.

Ryder holds me just in front of his face, cocky smile at the ready. He’s so fascinated and entertained that I don’t think he’s realized that his mental grip on me is slipping. I’m so close to panicking.

“Hello, my little lady bug,” he croons with glee, making my insides quake with every thunderous word. “So stinkin’ cute.”

Vertigo hits even harder. And yet I’m still just as close to his face… He must be getting to his feet. A glance towards the dizzying distance to the floor is enough for me to finally choke out a fervent plea.

“Don’t drop me!" My voice is barely audible, even to myself.

But he takes notice. With a blink, his pupils constrict as he seems to hone in on my face.

“Relax," he breathes, and finally I get what I need. Wonderful, soothing calm envelops my mind like a warm and cozy blanket. My muscles slacken and I suddenly feel so much more comfortable in the titan’s grasp. The tears that had started falling down my cheeks seem wildly unnecessary now. I let out a sigh and lean my head back as I close my eyes, feeling drunk with relief.

“Sorry, got distracted for a bit there," Ryder murmurs. “I can’t remember the last time I made someone so little… Just breathe, sweetie. You’re not going to fall. And I’m not going to squish you. Trust me.”

Of course I trust him. It’s not even a question. Clearly he’s some kind of all-powerful being who’s able to do whatever the hell he wants. And that includes keeping me safe. I could totally see him becoming an expert in picking up ant-sized people. It’s all good.

Actually, the pressure of his fingers pinching my torso kinda feels pleasant, the longer it lasts, like a snug embrace. I was picturing myself getting flattened as if between two walls of concrete, but I forgot how pliant his skin is, even at this size. His grip isn’t completely steady - I’m lurching with every micro movement. But it only takes me a handful of seconds to feel used to it, and I relax as if I was just bobbing over some ocean waves.

“I’m reminded of something,” I mutter lazily.

“What’s that?” Ryder asks, looking satisfied by how much I’ve calmed down.

I open my eyes and settle into recounting this memory. “When I was in middle school, my family took a trip to Machu Picchu. At that point I had already given up on wanting to be a paleontologist one day, but I was considering becoming an archeologist or anthropologist instead. And yeah, the Lost City was super cool to see, but… I realized something else about myself on that trip. Because that was actually the first time I ever saw mountains.”

My shoulders are just as pinned as the rest of my torso and legs, but my arms are otherwise a bit more free to move, and I idly crawl my fingertips along the lines of the giant’s thumbprint as I speak. The warm bumps feel nice and grounding.

“I’d never felt so small,” I continue, “But it wasn’t in a bad way. I was just in awe of something so much bigger than me… It was liberating somehow. All my problems felt insignificant. Like nothing really mattered, so I might as well just enjoy where I’m at.”

Ryder’s been listening avidly, holding as still as he can. Softly he says, “That memory’s way less sad than being miserable at school and wanting to shrink out of existence.”

I nod. “Yeah. Life has a way of sucking you back into worrying about every little thing, but ever since that trip, it’s always been my dream to live near mountains one day… Here’s hoping. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy the mountain that’s right in front of me.”

We smile at each other and he quips, “Happy to be your mountain man, little one.”
I sigh contentedly, and for the next several moments I just pretend I’m on vacation again and quietly enjoy the view.

[Olo]

@littlest-lily Nice atmospherics on this one. What I like about his dominance is that he hasn’t broken her; he’s overwhelmed her. Submitting to him is a perfectly reasonable thing to do. I don’t know how many people believe they know what a divine encounter would be like, but I can’t fault her for treating him like a god.

That “here’s what you look like” trick of his certainly comes in, er, handy. The memory-wipe thing is terrifying, though.

[littlest-lily]

@Olo Yeah I can’t help the occasional talk-heavy chapter even when I’m writing shallow smut, apparently lol. But wow you put that into words so well about him overwhelming her instead of breaking her, I hadn’t quite thought about it from that angle but that’s exactly it!

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 8

If this was a movie and we were on screen, Ryder and I spend a rather awkward amount of time just looking at each other in comfortable silence. But while any imaginary audience might be getting bored and leaving the theater by now, I remain completely captivated by the simple experience of being held by this titanic being. I could drown in that tender gaze of his that’s both enchanted and enchanting.

He’s the one who finally makes a move. I’m pressed back as he lurches me forward, even closer to his face, until it’s only his mouth that takes up more and more of my vision. There’s a part of me that feels mild irritation at the thought that he might put me back inside there. I just got clean. But no, all he’s doing is bringing me in for a gentle kiss. My feet briefly land onto his lower lip, but otherwise I’m pushed into the soft pink wall of the upper lip, which is about as tall as I am. I giggle and, even though I’m sure it feels like nothing, I kiss him back.

A gust of wind escapes the giant’s nostrils right over my head, just a gentle sigh to him. I’m lurched back up to his eye level.

“Such a precious little thing," he gushes, “I could just hold you like this all night. But that feels like a waste of potential… So, what to do with you?”

There’s a heavy swerve from him readjusting his weight. He’s starting to get restless. The background is whooshing around at a bewildering rate, and I feel a bit lightheaded from all of the motion as he begins pacing around the room.

“I could put you anywhere… Strand you up on a shelf. Or down on the rug. You’re definitely shorter than the carpet fibers now. Heh. A carpet forest would be some adventure, huh?”

“You’re having way too much fun with this,” I laugh.

Ryder’s eyes had started wandering as he considers all his options, but they snap back to me now. “It’s just… This is a lot more exciting than I thought it would be,” he admits, “I told you, I can’t even remember the last time I made anyone this small. But I guess I’m discovering a new side to myself. I’m loving this.”

“Yeah, I’m kinda loving it too. And, uh, actually… I have someplace in mind. Of where you could put me,” I suggest with a budding smirk.

“Where’s that?”

I squirm, and to mask my embarrassment I roll my eyes. “Come on. You can read my mind.”

“But I want you to say it,” he says pointedly. After a few more seconds of silence he grins widely and gives his hand a little shake, serving me severe whiplash as he insists, “Out with it.”

“I’m just wondering how much bigger your dick will look now, okay?!”

Looking gratified at my request, Ryder swiftly turns and sits back down on the bed. To my surprise, though, I’m now moving upwards. Higher and higher as the giant raises my pinched form above his head. He looks up at me with an impish smile, and I feel like I’ve just gotten to the top of an insane hill on a roller coaster. I look down at the sprawling view in this pause before the plunge. His naked body is hardly contained within my field of vision, and its expanse stretches hundreds and hundreds of feet. Even from up here, I can see his distant manhood with utmost clarity. He wasn’t kidding about him finding this “exciting.” Even though it hasn’t been that long since his last ejaculation, he’s already rock hard again.

“Sure you can handle all this?” he rumbles playfully.

I gulp and stutter, “Let’s f-find out?”

Here comes the drop. I quickly blow out the next couple of exhales, trying to ready myself, and then I’m hurtling down at an impossible speed. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut and my heart hammers hard and fast, and then in a few seconds… it’s over. I open my eyes just in time to realize the fingers are pulling apart from each other, and I topple out of their grip with a yelp.

Getting my bearings in each new location always takes me a few seconds. It helps that I knew generally where I was headed at least. Ryder’s now reclining backwards so that he’s more horizontal on the bed, and he’s dropped me off at his crotch, just on the outskirts of his pubes. My eyes quickly find the base of his cock, and like a character from a movie witnessing some hulking monster for the first time, my gaze climbs up and up the length of the massive fleshy pillar. It’s gotta be close to a hundred feet tall to me, as big as a lighthouse. It’s not sticking straight up, so it looms overhead threateningly as I sit under its shadow.

“You look even smaller down there, when you’re not in front of my face,” the titan muses, his voice raining down from above and hammering in how god-like he is to me. “What’s it like for you, Isabelle?”

I make a couple of choked sounds before I finally stutter out, “Like your dick’s a f-fucking skyscraper?! Fuck, you’re so big! I can’t…” I give up on words, and then I turn around, looking towards the distant face. “Can you see all this?” I ask.

“See what?”

“Can you see through my eyes too? You know, like how you showed me what I looked like just now.”

“Oh, you mean this?”

He doesn’t need to, but I’m sure he gets a kick out of it - I suddenly experience his point of view. It’s a pretty nice angle to see his chest and abs, I’ve gotta say. And there I am, looking like a misplaced tic tac, a couple of inches away from his looming member. Even some of the sparse pubic hairs rise taller than my crumpled form.

“R-right,” I mumble, and the vision fades away.

“Sure, it can go both ways if need be,” Ryder says, “I just like hearing you putting your experience into words. Or at least trying to…”

There’s a flurry of movement above me that makes me gasp and scurry backwards. For a second my brain forgot that I’m not facing an actual building, and I thought the tower was about to collapse. But no, he’s just bringing his hand back into view, and he starts using his middle finger to draw circles around where I’m sitting.

“You seem pretty flustered, sweetheart,” he teases.

“Oh, do I?!” I scoff.

“I wonder how long it would take you to climb up there this time…”

I hadn’t really thought that part through. Could I make the same journey that I did before? I could probably climb up on his ballsack again, there should be plenty of handholds, but his shaft is pretty smooth and taught, and this time I’m not sure there’s enough of an angle for me to scale it easily. Not to mention the incredible distance that I’d have to go. I don’t have much time to ponder this conundrum when my thoughts are interrupted.

“I don’t think I can wait that long. Head’s up.”

Ryder casually reaches up towards the top of the pillar, and with a deliberate slowness he starts pushing it down. It’s not hard for me to do the math on its trajectory - it’s heading right for me. First I just start backing away in shock, but as his cock looms larger and larger and I realize it’s clearly going to end up on top of me, I finally get a hold of myself and turn to run. It’s like running in beach sand on the soft texture of his skin.

“Timberrr…” the giant chuckles, watching me skitter away with amusement. I’m sprinting so fast that it leaves me vulnerable to tripping, but I manage to stay on my feet as I focus on his distant chest. Finally I glance behind myself, just to see if I’m out of the range of the approaching member, and I think I am. But due to that second of looking away, I don’t notice an upcoming obstacle until it’s too late. I end up tripping after all, straight into it.

As I fall into the unexpected pit, I hear the cock tower make heavy contact a short distance away. I’m a little dazed from all the adrenaline, though I’ve got enough of that inner tranquility in me that I’m still feeling fine. I glance around at the shallow dip I’ve found myself in. Huh. I guess I really did end up small enough to fit inside his belly button.

I turn and drag myself back up and out of the pothole. And I’m face to face with a humongous cockhead. The round structure exudes heat and looks unnervingly alive, and there’s a musk in the air now too, even though I’m not trapped inside an underwear tent this time. The not-unpleasant scent is that much stronger now that I’m smaller. My face is flushing and my bare skin is practically tingling from the anticipation.

“Damn, girl. You make it look huge,” Ryder mumbles salaciously.

I step forward tentatively, as if examining a crash landed satellite. My eyes are on its doorway, the slit opening ever so slightly from the pressure within… I bet if I crawled, I might be able to fit inside it. I get close enough that I can’t even see the lengthy shaft anymore, all of my attention is just on the head of his penis that hulks over me like a boulder.

The giant’s becoming short of breath as I approach, the ground swelling up and down under my feet. I go still, watching curiously as the monstrous dick seems to shudder, desperately trying to free itself from the hand that’s keeping it pinned down. A bead of translucent fluid swells out of the opening, shining like a beach ball sized jewel. Whoa. He’s not even stimulating himself, he’s just reacting to the sight of me… There’s something really gratifying about that. Ryder better watch out – maybe I’ll be the one to go on a power trip from seeing the effect that little old me has on gigantic him.

I grin as I glance back over my shoulder. “You seem pretty flustered, sweetheart,” I mock.

He groans and gives me a firm command. “Touch it.”

Without hesitation, I obey. I first aim my hands for where the surface is still dry. Even though textures are so different to me and I catch the otherwise imperceptible bumpy nature of his skin, the head still feels so smooth and soft. And it’s so warm. Ever since I shrank I’ve been almost constantly surrounded by Ryder’s body heat, but with how easily cold I get in this tiny, naked state, I can use all the heat I can find. A light touch from my fingertips soon becomes me stretching my arms out and hugging myself against him. I sigh happily, enjoying how intimate this feels.

The booming sounds of pleasure that follow urge me forward. I plant a kiss on the wall of skin and then reach over to the nearby trickle of lubrication. I slide my hands into it and start painting a picture everywhere that I can reach. Quiet moans and sighs become the music that I dance to as I arch my arms up and around the mushroom-like curve of the cockhead. It seems so silly, I know that even my wildest movements are just a slight tickle, but I do my best and he seems to enjoy it, and soon that very fact is making my insides simmer.

I eventually come back to the oozing slit and put my mouth to it, running my tongue on the edge of the opening. It’s the tiniest sensation but it makes the titan gasp and twitch, and I fall forward from the sudden earthquake, slamming against his flesh. My chest and face become covered in goo in an instant. Well, so much for keeping clean. And then I actually have trouble pulling myself away from the thick fluid.

“Are you stuck?” Ryder mumbles, tilting his head to look my way, eyes unfocused.

“No, I’m okay,” I say, finally peeling myself off of his skin, “I’m still big enough.”

“Let’s change that.”

It’s as if a hot ray of sunlight has suddenly hit my back. He’s simultaneously injecting me with a heavy dose of calm, which is very necessary, because down I shrink yet again. Instead of hyperventilating with fear, I watch with a slight smile on my face as the world slowly doubles in size. And by that, I’m only really referring to Ryder… He might as well be my whole world now.

A fingertip joins me as I dwindle, now a veritable giant all on its own. He nudges me with it, ever so carefully, like readjusting a grain of rice that was just out of place. I can sense the affection in the touch, however forceful it feels to me, pinning me against his dick. I’m pressed right into the still-oozing precum, and I’m no longer on my feet as I shrink under his fingertip.

“How many millimeters should we leave you at…” he wonders, voice strained with arousal. “Five… Four…”

I gasp softly as I feel warm fluid roll over my shoulders. The film of precum is thick enough to cover my back.

“Three… Perfect.”

The finger pulls away. And I’m stuck in place. Thankfully my head was aimed back and to the side so I can still breathe, but I’m now fully adhered to the tip of the titan’s cock. I crane my neck back, trying to get a look at the rest of him. The concept of being three millimeters tall is beyond me. The fact that in comparison to me Ryder’s close to four thousand feet tall is pure ludicrous. I catch sight of his face for just a moment, so far away that it’s slightly blurry, and it’s just a split second of me noticing a very large and very mischievous expression that sets off ineffective alarm bells in my mind.

He suddenly lets go of his dick, and it bounces back up, taking me along for the ride. It’s a wonder I don’t get launched away like a slingshot. I yell loudly and reflexively thrash around, and once the dick has reached its apex I try to get up, struggling to unglue myself. I wriggle up to hands and knees, crouching down on the unsteady ground as I look around from my perch.

Things go strangely still as I take in how much bigger everything has gotten. The fleshy platform I’m on is as large as a volleyball court. And beyond the immediate landscape of the cockhead, the rest of Ryder reminds me of clouds. Absolutely massive and yet so distant, to an unreachable extent. It feels like he’s beyond the realm of my existence. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth. I remind myself that in reality, his face is only a couple of feet away.

“Can you still see me?” I whisper.

The faraway head nods, and the minute movement seems downright dangerous at its scale. “Mm-hmm.”

At this point I feel his voice more than I hear it. Any sound he makes is on the brink of painful. But in my tranquilized state, I love the way his words rumble through my core.

“You look like a little speck from up here,” he observes with a smile. “I can only lean in so far… But I’ve still got my eye on you, sweetie. I’ll take a closer look later. Right now, you’re exactly where I want you…”

Fuck. That’s hot. I mean, uh, it shouldn’t be, it should be terrifying, but I don’t care. I reposition myself, opening my legs and finding a slight hump on his skin for me to straddle as I ask, “Can you even feel me?”

I grind against him, and his actions speak for themselves as the giant closes his eyes for a second while a twitch rattles my platform.

“Oh yeah. It’s… kind of a sensitive area, you know,” he groans. “Still, it’s barely there. And the fact that it’s such a light touch is driving me crazy…”

Like incoming tide, another wash of precum floods my immediate area, and I have to hunker down to not get pushed aside as the knee deep fluid surrounds me. The scent of the musk, the heat of his body, the insane view that I have, it’s all so much. I press my legs together, clenching my thighs to stimulate myself as I lay down and writhe in his juices.

But I can’t do it for long. Ryder’s getting close to the point of no return. He doesn’t seem fully in control of himself, but I see his arm reaching my way, and he wraps his fingers around his shaft. I yelp as he slowly pumps down and then up, and the skin stretches enough to severely jostle my slippery self.

"Ahhh…” I wince, suppressing the orgasm that I was just about to reach as I try to get back up, “Y-you’re going to knock me off!”

"Better find shelter then,” the giant murmurs, eyes half open.

I take the hint. Struggling not to fall, I crawl my way to the very tip of the tip, passing over a hill and coming face to face with an opening that can easily swallow me whole. Ryder pumps again and I’m not given a choice - I tumble over the edge, trying to right myself but sliding down the slope anyway, and my legs slip inside the opening, and between the pressure of the precum and the hot embrace of his flesh constricting in on my lower body, I’m dizzy with pleasure. I’m… I’m inside him… It’s so insane, it’s so extreme, it’s so hot, and then that delayed orgasm hits me with a vengeance and I cry out with joy and relief.

He’s right behind me. I lurch back and forth with one pump - two - three – and then the pressure underneath me is suddenly palpable and a thunderous moan fills the air, his cum bursts through… and I’m launched into the water slide of my life.

[Olo]

@littlest-lily Some tinies want to be broken, but it sounds like Ryder can tell the difference.

[Olo]

@littlest-lily

“But I want you to say it,”

I’d want her to say it, too.

So proud of Isabelle for throwing that tease back at him.

“Three millimeters.” Did you come up with that dimension from memory or did you do some research?

[littlest-lily]

@Olo Ehhhh if I remember correctly, I think I came up with rough sizes first and then decided what he’d do with her at each size. Having said that, my poor husband did have to deal with me crawling all over him with a ruler as I tried to figure various things out

[Olo]

@littlest-lily That’s exactly what I was envisioning.

[littlest-lily]

Chapter 9

Isabelle? Say something.

I’m roused by the sound of a familiar voice. Odd that it’s not completely rocking my world right now. Oh… right, that’s because it’s in my head.

Does it have to be out loud? I wonder.

I feel the chuckle a lot more intensely now that he uses his mouth. "Okay good. I’ve got you mentally, now I just need to find you… physically.”

My eyelids slowly blink open and my gaze rolls around dizzily. Ugh. Things got a little too intense there. I must have blacked out for a second. What happened again? For a moment I don’t bother to move but just try to make sense of the landscape. I remember plummeting… And whatever I’m laying on doesn’t feel alive… I probably landed on the bed sheets again? That would explain why the floor and walls are navy. Huh, the sky is flesh colored.

Oh. Duhhhh. There’s my giant. I was so busy looking for a mountain that I didn’t realize how close Ryder was. The vast expanse of his skin is only about a hundred feet or so above me.

“You probably shouldn’t move too much,” I say with a giggle.

“I’m holding as still as I can,” he responds with a slightly amused tone as well. “I don’t see you anywhere… This is a bit of a pickle, isn’t it? Are you not on me anymore?”

“Nope. You got some good distance there. That was so awesome, Ryder… I came so hard too…”

“As happy as I am to hear that, sweetheart, I’m going to keep focusing on figuring out where you went.”

“Heh. I’m like… under some part of you. I dunno, you can probably get up, just go straight upwards and don’t move around.” I stretch my arms above my head as if having just woken up from a relaxing nap. Then I slowly sit upright and look around some more. “Ooo, there’s a fold in the fabric that looks like a cave. Imma go in there.”

“Alright, go hunker down,” Ryder says with a smile in his voice. After a few moments, once I’ve crawled into the dim shelter, he says, “Brace yourself…”

It was probably a good idea that I went in here. I’m sure he’s being careful, but the ceiling of skin briefly approaches with a reverberating creak of the bed before it pulls away. Suddenly there’s a lot more light and I’m feeling far more alert. I peek out of the bedsheet cave in time to see the titanic body grow more distant as the giant gets up before turning back towards the bed.

I still have trouble making sense of him, but I think I had previously just been sitting either under the curve of his waist or a protruding forearm. Wow, yeah, that was some serious distance indeed. No wonder I passed out. Thankfully I didn’t, like… die.

“Where are you, little speck?” Ryder sings, and I go from only being able to take in his stomach and chest, to finally being able to properly see his face again as he crouches down.

I hold still, probably more still than I should, as I’m transfixed by his every magnified movement. This is so ridiculous. He’s a force of nature to me, like a supercell rolling in. I tremble as I stare at the way his mouth forms words.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are… Heh, are you hating that you’re the center of attention right now? After putting all that effort over the years trying to pass unnoticed.” He pauses, giving me enough time to blush fervently, before saying, “No… You’re loving it, aren’t you? You’re enjoying me witnessing how little of you there is left. For me to know you’re around, to be looking for you, but you’re just so easy to pass by…”

As if on cue, his gaze moves right over the fold of fabric that I’m in. And yet he didn’t even pause, he simply didn’t realize that I’m there. My breath catches and shudders on the exhale.

“But I’m going to find you, Isabelle,” Ryder hums, “Actually, I like your idea from earlier. Let me just take a quick look through your eyes.”

I feel his presence, as if he’s just behind me and leaning his chin on my shoulder. It’s not unlike when he speaks to me telepathically, even though he’s quiet. I watch as the distant titan seems to gaze off into space and then he mumbles, “Okay… There I am…”

It takes a few more moments as he gets his bearings, using both his vision and mine. His face turns in my direction, goes a tad too far, course corrects. His brilliant blue eyes go a little too high… a bit too far to the right… then they settle into place.

“…And there you are.”

His presence vanishes from my shoulder and all I have now is his much bigger self outside, leaning in towards my cave, reaching a hand up, extending a finger. It comes closer and closer, as big as a redwood tree, and it gingerly enters the mouth of the cave so that it can push the fold of fabric away to properly reveal me. Light bathes the area, but my eyes are still wide as I blink up at him. His face takes up most of my vision.

“Hi,” he booms with a grin.

“H-hi,” I weakly respond.

Ryder’s forefinger lingers, coming dangerously close. It hovers beside me, then it lands on the fabric, and I almost fall into the indent it creates.

“Jesus,” he mutters, “You’re literally the size of a flea. I want to pick you up but I’m not sure how to do that at this point.”

I rip my sights away from his face to take a closer look at his fingertip. I wonder if I could scale up the ridges… The digit is two or three stories thick so it would be quite the climb. But before I can suggest anything, the giant sits back up straighter and says, “Oh wait, I have an idea.”

I yelp at his finger rocketing away, and I wait out the maelstrom of movement as Ryder turns around and stretches an arm towards where I know his desk is. He scrambles a hand around until finally finding what he had in mind, then he turns back around, holding something white and flat. It takes him a few moments to find me again.

“Here, crawl up onto this,” he orders, the monumental business card coming in for a landing. When it touches down it creates a gust of wind that momentarily knocks me over. Thankfully it didn’t blow me away completely.

I hesitate, taking in the detail of the cardstock. From my perspective, the white card is several inches thick. And since it’s not lying completely flat on the uneven bed sheets, I can’t even simply step aboard, I’m going to have to hoist myself up. I take a deep breath and make my way to the platform, passing over the bumps of the navy blue threads. Eventually I manage to scramble up onto the business card. I can feel the slight vibrations in the ground simply from the fact that Ryder has his fingers pinched around it, reminding me that the human body is incapable of staying completely still. I find myself hurrying towards the center of the rectangle, wanting to get as close as I can before he decides to start moving in earnest.

“Where are you going?” the titan asks, sounding amused. I glance up at his face that is currently my sky.

“Away from the edge,” I explain.

“Not much point in that,” he chuckles, “I still want you on me…”

I gasp and immediately fall over as the ground lurches. For a brief moment it’s like I’m on an Olympic pool-sized elevator that’s shooting upwards, but then there’s a pause before the ground starts tilting instead. Disoriented, I begin sliding, but the texture of the paper at this size is bumpy and not exactly slippery against my bare skin, so I quickly transition into a roll and a tumble until I land with a grunt onto warm flesh.

“See?” he thunders, “I just needed to transfer you. Now you’re safe and sound on the tip of my finger.”

I roll over onto my back, wincing from the intensity of that transfer. “Oh, okay. Cool,” I sigh with a smile and an eye roll.

I get up to hands and knees just in time to feel downward pressure from the g-force of the finger lifting up. For a moment I’m staring at the skin that I’m crouched on, marveling at its texture, noticing how a single ridge in his fingerprint fills my hand like the curve of a large water bottle. I extend my attention to the rest of the perch that I’m on, the pad of his finger about thirty feet wide - huge if you consider it’s a fingertip, not so huge once I think about how dire it would be if I fell over the side. And then finally I look up, up at the approaching blue of a massive iris, as Ryder brings me closer and closer to one of his eyes. I stare and swoon at the pools of cerulean that I could swim in.

“It’s definitely harder to make out your face… “ the giant murmurs, squinting. “But there’s your head, so those must be the arms…”

The brief break as he examines me gives me enough time to go into a sitting position at least. But then I yelp at the sudden dungeon drop of him pulling me away again – I feel like I might actually catch some air from the unexpected descent. The dude needs to slow down. But I’m still coasting on my inner peace or whatever, so I manage to enjoy the ride. I see way more of his face now and try to take in every detail.

Ryder smiles widely and says, “From here you look like a little sprinkle. I just want to put you on an ice cream cone and gobble you up.”

I groan and wistfully comment, “Now you’re making me want ice cream…”

It’s true that, as much as I appreciate his body warmth, between the heat of the shrinking process and all of the adrenaline from the evening, a frozen treat sounds pretty refreshing. I lean back and out of nowhere, my mouth moves on its own. “What are you doing this weekend?”

I’m almost too small to make out my keeper’s mega micro expressions. But even though his features are all so spread out, I catch the slight narrowing of his eyes, the slackening of his smile, the minute furrow in his brow. “Why?” he asks softly.

“Want to go get ice cream on Saturday?” I suggest.

There’s a surprisingly long pause. I’m not sure if he’s deliberating or surprised at my suggestion or what. I’m starting to feel self conscious as I wonder what’s going on in his mind, but finally he chuckles and says, “There’s a place I’ve been meaning to check out, actually…”

“Is it called Sundae’s Finest??” I exclaim eagerly.

His eyebrows raise. “It is! On Fourth street?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to try it out too! Let’s do it?”

There’s another chuckle, and a slight shake of his head that’s dizzying to look at. And there’s a mysterious look in his eyes.

“You realize we’d be hanging out together,” he says, “In public.”

“I don’t care!”

There’s another pause as Ryder continues to stare. I’m still trying to read him and am struggling to. It doesn’t look like any kind of negative emotion, I don’t think. He just looks a bit… disoriented? Maybe?? I’m feeling a bit unsettled myself.

“Are you sure about that?” he finally asks.

“I…” My mouth shuts as it’s my turn to pause and falter. Eventually I admit, “I mean, of course I’m not sure. My feelings are… extremely confusing right now.”

I try to meet his eyes, knowing that it’s impossible, that I’m too small for him to make mine out. But it certainly feels like he can, from the way he looks at me so intently.

With a deep breath I take a moment of introspection. I’m aware that, because of him, I’m not quite acting like myself. But there’s still enough of me left to know that what I’m feeling right now, in this very moment, is genuine. This intense fondness that I have for Ryder, it predates any kind of mind manipulation, I’m sure of it. And I’m desperate to make sure that whatever we have now, whatever this relationship is… that it extends past tonight.

“I’d like for us to hang out,” I say firmly, making myself sound as sober as possible. “Please.”

He sighs, the wind gust whipping at my hair despite the distance. He’s truly a force of nature. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and the depth of emotion behind his eyes seems to stretch. Finally he rumbles, “…Okay.”

There’s something odd in the air. Seriously, what is that look in his eyes?? I can’t handle it. The mere sight of him is overwhelming me - with arousal, with affection, with embarrassment. I feel like he might be getting overly sentimental about the crumb of a girl sitting on his fingertip. The aura he’s exuding is so… loving. That’s the only word I can come up with. But that’s ridiculous, isn’t it? We hardly know each other, and I’m the one who’s been intensely crushing on him all this time, while he’s just enjoyed toying with me.

This is stupid. This is too much. I cover my face. I feel like I’m back in middle school, getting vulnerable over some guy before making a fool of myself and just wanting to vanish. For years I’ve wondered what that would even be like, and it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that I’ve slowly been finding out all evening.

And now my curiosity is about to get the best of me.

“Ryder?” I say softly, hands still over my eyes.

“Yes, Isabelle?”

“I want to get smaller,” I sigh, squeezing my eyes shut in my own darkness. “I… I want to know what it’s like to disappear.”