Former army engineer, turned surgeon.
I do POVs, build my own props.
If im not big enough yet, then I will build myself to not only be massive, but to grab that cutie from her apartment to own her. I'll build her cage on a necklace, a choker and leash to train her, restrains to punish her… all what I need to enjoy her as my tiny pet, fir she belongs to me, and she will learn to obey…
You know what’s the greatest perk of my day job?
No, it’s not the inherent respect of the community…
Nor the satisfaction of helping others…
Is the fact that when a cutie like her manages to make it to my box, she will willingly let herself be undress and examined…
By the time she realizes where she is… is too late
She is mine now…
The kitchen is the best place of any house, it’s!where the food lives 
.But it’s not just food for the body that is in there, its the kind you eat with your eyes as she moves, that you can taste with her scent, and no matter how many times you do it, there is never enough of her…
I might be biased, then again, lil treat girls should learn to hide better, even if the game is rigged from the start… right?
Aceptenlo Señores, si pudieran tomar en sus manos a esa chica que les roba el sueño, si pudieran encogerla hasta una fraccion de su tamaño, y descubrieran que ella quiere ser nada más que el objeto de sus deseos, Uds tambien la bendarian y con hilo de seda rojo, la atarian, solo para poder disfrutarla… yo se que nunca me cansaria de eso…
Today is a simple day, not feeling playful, not feeling gentle nor considerate. Today I feel mischievous, almost evil…
So my dear toy size girl will have a choice, she either go under my pants and pleases me as she should…
Or she’ll go inside my maw, and serve as a treat, with her delightful screams of fear when I slowly tilt my head back, and her curvy body squeezes down my throat…
Im really “Hongry” today
Owning a small girlfriend as your plaything, it’s always exciting, you’ll be always on top of things, and she will obey, but sometimes you just feel in the caring mood, watching her thicc curvy body jiggle come and go at your service…
That feeling of power when you tell her to climb onto your hand, never fades, to think that every inch, every curve, every bit of that luscious body is yours, and yours only, it never leaves your head.
There is no softer nor juicier fruit in this world that tastes like her, nor there is a bigger rush than to open your mouth, and slide her whole ass, from hips to thighs, inside your mouth, and let your tongue simply grind and lick every bit of her thicc derriere. Her moans will echo on your ears, her hips triying to move rhythmically, her juices mixing with your spit mixin into an addictive drink, until she explodes and shivers, panting, sweating, and properly lubed.
And now she feels like a toy again, and you need to feel her, pressing her against the raging erection, her soft and warm skin against the hard limb, as you start stroking her against you, her curvy ass escaping between 2 fingers, her soft tits embracing your manhood, while she goes up and down moaning, whimpering, faster and faster until you explode, and your seed makes a mess of your chest and oozes down pouring over her.
In the aftermath, after some cleaning, you don’t put her back on her golden cage, you invite her to stay on your chest, and let her tell you about her day, while you admire her as your property, your toy, your GF…
The small thing in life, your small thing in life…
(Been a while since I’ve posted, still not sure if what I do is artwork or stories in here XD, please comment if you like or want to give feedback, I love doing these small things in here, take care)
When she is no more than a toy for you, it’s only fair to play with her… hunting her down at slow pace, making clear that when she lose, she will become another kinds of entertainment 
or 
… and she will be delicious, no matter what…
If you deny it, then I know you are lying…
if you didn’t enjoy the rush of shrinking her and watching her dwindle to a fraction of her size, you lie…
If you couldn’t feel the thrill of playfully stomping the floor close to her and look at her running away, trying to avoid your foot, and the soft, warm, and curvy feeling of her body under your sole, you lie…
If you tell me you were not enjoying lifting her body, and trapping her under that glass, while you licked the outside so you could hear her screams, you lie…
The same way i know you lie when i ask you “what did you with her?” and you try to hide that smile on your face…
How do I know? cuz I stop lying to myself…
and started to enjoy it
There she was, simply stunned, arms limp, eyes wide open, as her body kneels in simple awe. Her mind still processing how was this possible, how could exist something like that…
He towered her at least 50 times, even sitting as he was, the strong musky scent of him wake her from her zoning, making her stare at the pulsing bulge, growing behind a stretching fabric of a huge pair of boxers. The elastic fibers pulled back, trying to contain the growing erection.
“…That is a good look for you down there… let’s have a closer look”
The deep voice echoed for her, as the massive hand reach for her. She still thinks this is a dream, even as the hand pushes her back and grabs her by the leg like a rag doll, lifting her closer to his face.
“This size fits you better, to be my special plaything”
He whispers to her, making her skin crawl and her screams to stop.
“When I saw you shrinking down, I knew I had to own you”
Leaving aside his rather creepy cup of wine, to slowly drag his boxers, revealing a massive erection and a smirk on his face
“look what you did to me now, its time you take responsibility for this”
He said, pursing his lips with his tongue, dropping her on his chest and watching her slowly slide down, while he opens his mouth and pulls out his tongue, letting a long glistening drop of drool fall on top of her, making her lose her grip and fall into the boxers where she is immediately pressed between the fabric and the raging hard-on…
The entrance closes, her senses are bombarded with the strong scent of sweat, saliva, and his musk, her body feels the heat of his body, and the pulse of his heartbeat, she can hear him grunt as he toches her whole body as he rubs her against the hard and hot shaft. Yet she is not scared, she is aroused, she dreamed with this kind of fantasies, she liked this, she simply let herself go, enjoying being his toy, finding a way to grind her hips against him.
It was rough, it hard, it was exciting, lustful, impossible, her head felted light until she could no longer hold, cumming hard, long and loud, before fading away.
Casual encounters are not that strange, especially in this kind of convention, which made her wonder…
“Would he come to next Sizecon?”
She was the cute nerdy type…
she likes to bury herself in books and stories, especially de kinky types, with huge men and petite girls…
she dreamed with giants and giantesses…
And so she arrived at the Dollhouse, curious to know what the owner promised
“I’ll give you not only what desire, but ill also give you a purpose”
She fixed her big round glasses and walked thru the door…
"Down the hallway of this library, under the letter “C”, he said
It was full of dusty old books until she reached the right letter,
“what am I supposed to look for, “C” for cock” she said out loud.
But a booming noise, like an explosion above her, revealed the impossible. He was massive, at least 60ft and half-naked with an eager smile, watching down at her, leaning forward and resting his massive bulge on top of the wall, covering the whole length of the shelf.
She fell on her butt hugging a “The Travels of Gulliver”, he looked hungry, undressing her with his massive eyes, before his massive hand slide, barely, thru the ceiling reaching out to grab her, dropping books and breaking the shelves.
And after grabbing her and lifting her like a weightless object, he smirked
“I believe you are looking in the “C” of “Colossal”, and now I’m taking you to “T” of “Toy”…”
She never saw me again, but I can tell you, she does live “happily ever after”
When she walked in and watch the window, she thought it was a ridiculous prank, her Ex´s face looking larger than the window, closing in like a bad Fx on the background.
But when the house trembled and shook, and his tongue pushed thru the window, craking the frame, and keep going, she panicked, froze like bunny against a truck in the night, as the massive, velvety, hot and slimy surface presed her against the wall. his voice boomed as he chuckled
“I MISSED YOUR SWEET FLAVOR”
@ilikehell yes, I print most of my props for size pics and my masks
I love watching giantesses having fun in their cities, scaring tiny people, grabbing some boy toys, or a new girlfriend who can double as a nice sex toy.
Love when they crush an apartment with their huge ass or tease a tiny couple…
but you know what I like more, is to watch this as a gargantuan entity, looming over their “domain”, reminding them that, “there is always someone bigger in the house”
And more importantly, is that I love to grow more and play in those same cities too, feeling the buildings crumble under the weight of my pulsing bulge…
All in good fun right?
@kisupure thx a ton, it is one of my favorites too, its so hard to make it look organical and live XD
Owning a small girlfriend as your plaything, it’s always exciting, you’ll be always on top of things, and she will obey, but sometimes you just feel in the caring mood, watching her thicc curvy body jiggle come and go at your service…
That feeling of power when you tell her to climb onto your hand, never fades, to think that every inch, every curve, every bit of that luscious body is yours, and yours only, it never leaves your head.
There is no softer nor juicier fruit in this world that tastes like her, nor there is a bigger rush than to open your mouth, and slide her whole ass, from hips to thighs, inside your mouth, and let your tongue simply grind and lick every bit of her thicc derriere. Her moans will echo on your ears, her hips triying to move rhythmically, her juices mixing with your spit mixin into an addictive drink, until she explodes and shivers, panting, sweating, and properly lubed.
And now she feels like a toy again, and you need to feel her, pressing her against the raging erection, her soft and warm skin against the hard limb, as you start stroking her against you, her curvy ass escaping between 2 fingers, her soft tits embracing your manhood, while she goes up and down moaning, whimpering, faster and faster until you explode, and your seed makes a mess of your chest and oozes down pouring over her.
In the aftermath, after some cleaning, you don’t put her back on her golden cage, you invite her to stay on your chest, and let her tell you about her day, while you admire her as your property, your toy, your GF…
The small thing in life, your small thing in life…
(Been a while since I’ve posted, still not sure if what I do is artwork or stories in here XD, please comment if you like or want to give feedback, I love doing these small things in here, take care)
When she walked in and watch the window, she thought it was a ridiculous prank, her Ex´s face looking larger than the window, closing in like a bad Fx on the background.
But when the house trembled and shook, and his tongue pushed thru the window, craking the frame, and keep going, she panicked, froze like bunny against a truck in the night, as the massive, velvety, hot and slimy surface presed her against the wall. his voice boomed as he chuckled
“I MISSED YOUR SWEET FLAVOR”
She was the cute nerdy type…
she likes to bury herself in books and stories, especially de kinky types, with huge men and petite girls…
she dreamed with giants and giantesses…
And so she arrived at the Dollhouse, curious to know what the owner promised
“I’ll give you not only what desire, but ill also give you a purpose”
She fixed her big round glasses and walked thru the door…
"Down the hallway of this library, under the letter “C”, he said
It was full of dusty old books until she reached the right letter,
“what am I supposed to look for, “C” for cock” she said out loud.
But a booming noise, like an explosion above her, revealed the impossible. He was massive, at least 60ft and half-naked with an eager smile, watching down at her, leaning forward and resting his massive bulge on top of the wall, covering the whole length of the shelf.
She fell on her butt hugging a “The Travels of Gulliver”, he looked hungry, undressing her with his massive eyes, before his massive hand slide, barely, thru the ceiling reaching out to grab her, dropping books and breaking the shelves.
And after grabbing her and lifting her like a weightless object, he smirked
“I believe you are looking in the “C” of “Colossal”, and now I’m taking you to “T” of “Toy”…”
She never saw me again, but I can tell you, she does live “happily ever after”
@olo oh, lmao sorry, glad you like my stuff XD
She helps a lot as a model XD