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When you’re 65ft tall, and you weigh a couple of dozen tons, you can afford some luxuries, either by walking a small town at your leisure, or when you see that pretty girl from the window of her 4-story apartment and you just want grab her.

But when you’re a normal-sized girl, in front of a huge colossus who wants you, your options are few, if not nill. Understand that your whole body fits in one hand, you don’t weigh more than a set of keys, and you’re not a girl anymore, you’re a pet, a prize, a treat, a delicious object of desire, and that’s something you’ll have to get used to.

How quickly you learn to obey, to know your place in this new order, is how well you’re going to live. A smart girl will quickly learn to obey the orders of her new master, will be submissive, proactive, seek to look good and attractive in the eyes of her new owner. It will be an object of desire that he will not tire of using, enjoying, playing, and in return she will be zealously protected, welcomed and passionately loved.

But those who resist, or refuse to understand their new place, must be disciplined, they find themselves crushed under the giant feet of their owner until they pass out, out of the sheer weight, only to wake up and see if they have learned, or maybe they will be grabbed in one hand, and spanking with just one of the huge finger until the words “yes sir” come out naturally from her lips.

Whatever the situation, the choice was already made by that giant the moment he laid eyes on you on that first date.

Hence you remember this phrase in a world of giants.

“Tell me how tall you are, and I’ll tell you where do you belong”

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)

This Kink is good for many things…
Most envision having that little beauty at their mercy. That intoxicating feeling of power that comes from being able to take a girl like a toy and enjoy. But the other side of this, is that of those little adventurers who seek to be the objects of desire, human pets for the satisfaction of their huge masters…

To her, being nothing more than a toy was a fantasy, being tall among her peers got her down, but now? now she was more than a pet, a sensual little thing at the mercy of her lewd new master.

"Are you thirsty little thing? open wide and drink” his deep voice reverb in her ears, as she obey with delight, as if she had waited all her life for this.

As his saliva fell from his tongue to her like a shimmering thread, she accepted it like a godsend, making her master smile lustfully, slowly removing his clothes and plopping down on the sofa.

“Do you like what you see? Now take off those clothes little thing"

She took off her jacket, and climbed up his crotch like a small eager animal.
The heat, the musky smell, the sight of the colossus that dominated her only aroused her more, arousing her more, until the humidity could not be denied anymore.

"Did you get wet yet? what a disappointment, you lack discipline”

His voice boom as a huge hand hovered over her and a single huge finger began to rub over her crotch, wetting her thong as he pressed her against the huge bulge that was pulsing and growing by the second.

Reduced to a horny little animal, she was pressed against the huge cock.
“Start licking, from now on that’s your job, little thing” his command rumble, while she obeyed without thinking.

Nothing to think about, nothing to decide, just obey…

That was her life for her now…and he liked her more than she knew.

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

Im always in the mood for sex, and she is always at my feet to be my toy. But today I got home not in the mood of much foreplay, today I just felted like owning her.

Some red rope, a small blindfold, a wooden skewer, her bed ripped from her room, and just like that…

I indulge myself with an enticing sex toy, squirming and shivering, knowing she is about to be used until I’m satisfied…

She struggled to be able to sit on her bed, while I kneel and watch, I tried to build more tension on the air, but I’m so thirsty and pent, that I cannot hold any longer, and grab her like the toy she is…

As I lift her, her ropes tense, brushing against her nipples, and the knots sink on her ass. She starts to drip, and I make sure she gets properly lubed, when my finger dives into the small and tight pussy.

The delicious noise makes me grow in seconds, and soon I wont fit in her… I’m not going to wait more… she is mine…

There is no slow approach, no gentle grip, just my hand around her as the massive head of my cock is slowly forced into her. Her begs are to go slower, to please go easy…

But it’s too delicious, her huge tits are soft and firm, and I’m halfway in and I need more… MORE…

Pinned between her bed and my lusting member going deeper until it just doesn’t fit, she is being stretched beyond her limits, she can barely gasp, both pleased and in pain. Her belly stuffed like a pregnant milf, I take matters into my own hand…

She is nothing more than a moaning, screaming, living fleshlight, for me jack off, she was so tight by the time i was done, than her already huge belly bloated more as i came inside of her and her exhausted body on my hand fell limp and on a deep sleep.

I may have cum on her… but was not done… not even close.
ill give time to rest, then ill start over, maybe ill tie her against her bed next time…

After a long day, one really wants to take off your clothes and have a shower…
The pet however, has a few minutes of fresh air, and some head start to try to run… she should have obeyed when he told her to be a Good girl…

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…

Sex drive can be hard to ignore, and women are no exception, no matter the size. Take this venturous tiny, she thought she might have a free show while I prepared for work.

She thought I was not going to hear the box rattle, her loud gasping…

Her yelp and scream were a mix of surprise and the moment she came. she was still soaking wet, as her own juices run down her now upside body.

Her face was still blushed, her fear contrasted with her gasping breath, she knew there was no escape, she was mine now…
And for such a horny and eager little toy, there was only one place to go…

Her body frantically squirming, pressed between the fabric of my boxers and my now growing limb.
I hope she can keep up like this, that’ll make for an interesting shift tonight.

Not everyone can see the appeal of having a foursome with your friends, but when you can grow about a 20-floor building, you have certain benefits…

They will catch the game easily though, even your bud will dig into the massive giant wingman.

If fuck over a massive throbbing, pulsing, hot limb does not trigger any lust, nothing will…

And her best friend? she is moaning inside my mouth after I order her to start touching herself, the initial screams give me always rush…

In the end, at this Size…
I’m just a huge control freak…
I love it…
And you will learn about 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”