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”
“Your turn to be a toy…”
When I say that, I’m already loving the attention, the power… I’m loving her shrunken frame a few inches away from my crotch, her light tanned skin, her face with a mixed expression of fright and awe. Her size no bigger than a tiny Doll, and yet, for me she still the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever seen. So I’ve had to make it mine… she had to be my plaything.
The owner of the store, a fine guy well dressed, showed me what he got on the shelf. Different sizes, hair colors, ethnicities… none of them bigger than pringles can, and some smaller than a thumb. “Dolls” he called them, beautiful shrunken women to own. When I was asked what I wanted, my mind rushed into dark places, and my mouth described you. The man smiled and pulled the box where you were tied like Xmas wrap. He orders his own personal Doll, a short dark-haired woman, wearing nothing but a choker and her smile to bring a tiny box with a leash, “Please come back again”, he said with his deep voice when I left.
Now I have you literally at my grasp, and there is nothing you can do. Your voice begging makes my heart pump faster, and I can feel your body, a light, and delicate silhouette when I close my fingers around you. When I lift you closer to my face, your expression turns from nervous to fear, and I like it, when i open my mouth and lick your tiny feet making gasp and squeak like a mouse, makes me want more. My tongue crawls up between your thighs, spreading them for me, so I can get your whole bottom inside my mouth, the salty flavor of your sweat and skin, your intoxicating scent flooding my senses, making tongue grind faster, letting the velvety surface between the thick thighs.
I can feel your body twitching, the frantic kicking fades, giving place to spasmic like moves, and the screams shift to moans, as my tongue looks to dive deeper into your body. My other hand runs down to my boxers, slowly touching the huge bulge that nurses under it. Before I realize it, your body feels limp, after a drowned moan of pleasure.
“Did you just came?” I ask after pulling you out of my mouth
“I have given permission for that” words come out my mouth on their own
“You are here to please me first” I feel demanding, drunk with power, the power over you…
Dropping you over my belly, I barely feel your weight, watching you from here as I slowly pull down my boxers, setting free the pulsing bulk of me, seem right out of my fantasies… one of my dark fantasies, as my hand moves on its own, lifting you above the tip, and sitting you on it, your expression is fear, is panic, is… delicious…
The sole panic made you pee over it, and your apologies are music to my ears. The lesson is learned, you will never Cum again without my permission…
“I’m still going to punish you…”
Your stunned look is still beautiful, when I handpick you again and press you against the shaft, is the most delicious moment of the night. I can close my eyes, and feel your body, every curve, every twitch, every breath that comes out of you. This is what means to own you, to use you like a simple sex toy for my pleasure and entertainment, to feel your helpless body against my throbbing manhood and stroking it with you against it, only to end up climaxing over you, covering you with my oozing seed…
There are no words to summarize what does it feel to own you, what instinct you evoke in me, but ill find the words, ill learn to describe your tiny body in my hands, just like you’ll learn your place as my personal pet woman.
It’s the kind of chat you expect here in “Club DD Dollhouse”, friends sharing a beer after work, while the tiny frames of the girls, in many cases not taller than an action figure, watch anxiously as they are about to get grabbed and owned my giant men.
“… its all in the small gestures, when I get home after a long shift, she must greet me in something nice, so I can slowly press her under my sole and relax…”
“… but she likes to go that extra mile, by afterward rubbing my tired feet”
" then it’s the hunger, you know, one makes jokes about eating her, so finding a bun, with her looking delicious, it cheers anyone up, right?"
“… so I’m playing along, getting her inside my maw and let my tongue do the talking between her thighs, and she will resist cuz she knows i like that…”
“its foreplay, I know, but hearing her voice so close, triggers anyone… and you know they are more flexible after a proper lubing 
then she will perform as smoothly, no matter how rough you are, that’s why I’m telling you I know I trained her well…”
“… in the end my friend, it’s all in the small details that matter…”
Cuando mides 65ft de alto, y pesas un par de docena de toneladas, puedes darte ciertos lujos, ya sea al caminar por una pequeña ciudad a tus anchas, o cuando ves a esa chica linda desde la ventana de su apartamento del 4 piso y la tomas.
Pero cuando eres una chica de tamaño normal, frente a un coloso que te desea, tus opciones son pocas, sino nulas. Entender que tu cuerpo completo cabe en una mano, que no pesas más un juego de llaves, y que ya no eres una chica, sino que eres una mascota, un premio, una golosina, un delicioso objeto de deseo, eso es algo que te tendrás que acostumbrar.
Que tan rápido aprendas a obedecer, a conocer tu lugar en este nuevo orden, es que tan bien vas a vivir. Una chica lista aprenderá rápidamente a obedecer las órdenes de su nuevo amo, será sumisa, proactiva, buscará verse bien y atractiva a los ojos de su nuevo dueño. Será un objeto de deseo del cual el no se cansará de usar, de disfrutar, de jugar, y a cambio ella será celosamente protegida, acogida, y apasionadamente amada.
Pero aquellas que se resistan, se nieguen a entender su nuevo lugar, deberán ser disciplinadas, se encontrarán aplastadas bajo los gigantescos pies de su dueño hasta desvanecerse, solo para despertar y ver si han aprendido, o tal vez sean agarradas en una mano, y nalgadas con uno solo de los enormes dedos hasta que las palabras “si señor” salgan de forma natural.
Sea cual sea la situación, la elección ya fue hecha por ese gigante en el momento que puso sus ojos en ti en esa primera cita.
De ahí que recuerdes esta frase en un mundo de gigantes…
“Dime cuanto mides, y te diré donde”
Este Kink da para muchas cosas…
La mayoría visualiza el tener a esa pequeña belleza, a su merced. esa sensación de poder intoxicante que da el poder tomar a una chica como un juguete y disfrutar. Pero la otra cara es la de esas pequeñas aventureras que buscan ser objetos de deseo, mascotas humanas para la satisfacción de sus enormes amos…
Para ella, ser nada más que un juguete era una fantasía, siendo alta entre sus pares la deprimía, pero ahora? ahora era más que una mascota, una sensual cosita a merced de su nuevo y lascivo amo.
“Tienes sed cosita? abre la boca” su voz profunda retumbaba en sus oídos, y la hizo obedecer encantada, como si toda su vida hubiera esperado esto.
Cuando la saliva caía desde su lengua hacia ella como un brillante hilo ella lo acepto como un regalo del cielo, haciendo de su amo sonreír con lujuria, quitándose la ropa lentamente y dejándose caer en sofá. “Te gusta lo que vez? sácate esa ropa cosita”
Se quito la chaqueta, mientras trepaba su entrepierna como un pequeño animal.
El calor, el olor, la visión del coloso que la dominaba, solo la excitaba más, la calentaba más, hasta que la humedad no se podía negar. “ya te mojaste? que decepción, te falta disciplina”
Su voz resonó mientras una enorme mano se cernía sobre ella y un solo enorme dedo comenzó a sobar su entrepierna, mojando su tanga mientras la presionaba contra el enorme bulto que pulsaba y crecía a cada segundo.
Reducida a un animalito caliente, que era presionada contra la enorme verga. “Comienza a lamer, a partir de ahora esa es tu función cosita” retumbo la voz gruñendo, mientras ella obedecía sin pensar. Nada que pensar, nada que decidir, solo obedecer…
Esa era su vida ahora… y le gustaba más de lo que creía.
Big, Tall, Imposing, Huge, Giant, Massive, Colossal, Gigantic, Titanic, Gargantuan, Unmeasurable, Godlike…
I think this is the shortlist of attributes we want as giants, for our tiny woman to either whisper in fear at first sight, or shout at us, to catch our attention… and we love it.
But what is your ideal Size? shifting size is a total advantage for sure, but, if you have to say whats that sweet spot or range that covers all those dark desires, what would be?
This isn’t just for us BIG ppl, but for you tiny sexy Dolls too. If you were to pin against a wall by the Dollhouse’s Bouncer, knowing you are about to be shrunk to a fraction of your size, and then give away to a now huge man, would you beg for a specific Size?
I’m curious myself, for if I were to grow, a nice range for me would be between 25ft to 65ft… there is fun in playing with ppl the size of specs of dust. But having a woman in your hand, to be able to appreciate her curves and features. To do as you please, exploring her frame with your lips, your tongue, your fingers, to watch her struggle, resist and fail due to her weakness against your size. To enjoy playing with her, scaring her by opening your mouth and slowly get her tiny legs to dindle inside, only to then make your tongue crawl around them like a snake; to watch her run, while you stroll slowly to see if your foot can catch her; to fall naked on the bed, depositing her on your chest and order her to please you either sitting her on top of that throbbing, pulsing limb, remarking how she “will be a snug fit” or that she’ll be “a nice living condom” or take the matter in your own hands literally, using her as a simple toy stroking yourself while pressing her tiny warm body against that hot erection.
And the list goes on and on, So…
My type of size, is the one that gives both, total control of her body and her surroundings as I see fit, And let me experience her in every possible way, never relinquishing control, always asserting the dominion…
Now Tell me…
What’s your type of size?
Tell me this isn’t you sometimes…
You come home tired from work…
There is nothing on the tv…
You are done with all your games…
Your day was stuffed with annoying ppl…
You are horny but due to the quarantine, your special someone/Booty call is stuck at home…
And worst… you still are not a 100ft Tall giant to compensate for the crappy day.
The thing is, you don’t need to grow, you could simply shrink EVERYTHING else.
Those pesky people at work will watch as the world around its by a mere toy, you can play with new toys, new games, where the outcome is always your win, and that girl stuck at home?, you are the focus of attention, whether she likes it or not… in fact that goes for everyone.
For you, they are just bugs, toys, food…
But for them, you are their owner…
It’s all about perspective in the end…
When he chose to shrink his girl and make her his tiny pet, he knew what he was doing, and she learned her place in this new life. She was to stay at home and do the chores that she could, this leaves her exhausted, and on hot summer nights, she would simply lay back and fall asleep.
This was the kind of thing that he loved, to get home and find her laying on the tiny bed, like a delicious treat on an elegant plate. It was impossible to not be thirsty when she was like that, and sitting over the tiny bed, crushing it, waking her with a small scream.
As he smothered her under his heavy crotch, he lifts the bed toward his face, while she shuffled up, trying to not slide down the bed, as he playfully purses his lips, as if was watching a delicious morsel ready to be eaten…
She was scared, she was thrilled, and she was about to fall into his mouth…
As she slides down, and his tongue split her legs, letting her hips fall into the open maw, where his tongue crawl into her undies, looking for the tiny cavernous pussy…
she was being eaten, and she was delicious.
Sometimes I just love to punish her, by growing while I play with her, to feel her become tighter and tighter until not even my pinky will fit…
Smaller… SMALLER…
As tiny as a toy…
In my experience, tactical gear is always useful, you can classify the tinies you carry in different pockets.
However, everyone I ask rather have me either on a suit or scrubs XD
Objectifying, to be able overpower her, to the point none of her efforts could stop you from using her as a toy… thats my Jam
