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Another story for all the size cuckquean lovers out there!

CONTAINS: implied crushing, no death but it’s not wholesome

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It was a story all too common these days. After the woman shrinking pandemic swept the world, Julia ended up only half an inch tall. Some couples tried to make it work. Luke didn’t. He didn’t totally abandon Julia like some, worse partners did. She didn’t end up underneath his shoe or in a garbage disposal. She ended up in a fish bowl.

Her life was ravaged with boredom and betrayal as she nothing to do in her glass prison most of the time, and when she did have something to do, it was usually watching her husband cheat on her. It was that and eating which were the only things that broke up her monotonous days. Luke never said told her he was bisexual, but seeing how well he was doing with other guys after the pandemic shrunk his wife, it only made sense. For the first few weeks after Julia got infected, Luke started to bring a new guy home every night. It was like he didn’t even care. The only thing that showed he didn’t totally forget about her was him consistently putting food in her bowl.

More recently though, in the last month, Luke started to see guy more regularly, and it became clear they started going out. Luke was a tall, chubby bear, while his new boyfriend, Levi, was a slender twink. Julia hated Levi ever since he first saw her and saw fit to pick her up by the leg, calling her “so cute” as she dangled helplessly.

Tonight, Julia was concerned as Levi, after making out with Luke, saw fit to walk up to her bowl for the first time in a while. “Babe,” Levi said in a high pitch voice. “I’ve got the perfect idea for your wife.” Her heart sank after that sentence. Whatever came next couldn’t be good. He took something out of his pocket. A chain with a little bird cage pendant. It was a necklace.

“She’s so cute, why not put her on display?” Levi continued as he stick his hand back in her bowl. Julia so wanted to escape, but there was absolutely no where to go. She go as far as she could from the hand, but she was just trapped against the clear glass wall as it came closer. It snatched her without a problem.

She fought back as ruthlessly as possible, but she couldn’t stop him at all as he used his big, strong fingers to stuff her into the small cage. He closed the door behind her and she was locked in. She made pathetic little squeaks, angry and scared at her horrid situation as the cage dangled and swayed as Levi put the necklace on.

“How do you think it looks?” Levi asked Luke. Julia held onto the bars of her cage as she looked up at her husband with sad eyes. She hoped, despite so much evidence to the contrary, that this would be a step too far and that he’d save her from such a humiliation. He reached his hand over and picked up the pendant. Julia felt the heat emanating off of his fingers, something she hadn’t felt for a long time now. He brought the pendant up to his face. She felt safe and her hope skyrocketed. He kissed the pendant, his lips partially pressing between the bars. It was like he was kissing her, she thought. Then the words came out.

“She looks great on you, dear,” he said. Her hope was trampled. He let go of the pendant and it swung back down to Levi’s chest, shaking Julia around, causing her to fall down on her ass. Just like that, she was condemned to be an accessory to her husband’s new, better fling. The couple started making out again. As their bodies came into contact, Julia’s new prison became dark, with their two chests on their side of her. This was her new life.

A simple story with tiny women and chubby men. Not enough of them out there.

Most of you have probably already seen this on Reddit, but I thought I’d post it on here because it seems to fit the ethos of the place.

CONTAINS: Vore, crushing, sweat
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Ashley looked up at the hot sun beating down on her momentarily before getting back to work. Her job was dispensing a certain snack to the crowd at the baseball game. She looked down at the snack tray strapped around her shoulders positioned at her midsection. She saw the snacks: tiny women.

There were a whole lot of them in the deep tray Ashley was hauling around the stadium. Each one was only about two inches tall. They all had nothing on except little edible ropes tied around their wrists and ankles, as well as tape on their mouths. They were helpless for the most part, only able to squirm pointlessly against fate. They all had makeup on that doubled as seasoning. The tape prevented them from speaking or being too loud, but all of them together created an audible cacophony of frantic muffled screaming.

Ashley was brought back to focus when an audience member called for her. “Hey! I need some snacks!” he yelled, snapping his fingers. She walked down the stairs over to his seat. She grabbed a random tiny from the tray, barely even looking at it before she handed it over to the fat man. He didn’t need to give her any money. These tiny women were so abundant and cheap it didn’t really make sense to charge for them.

The fat man grabbed the tiny woman, a busty blonde, that was handed to him into his fist. He held her up to his face. “A good one,” he said and the poor creature writhed desperately at the smell of his breath. His breath only got worse as he burped right in her face. He then opened his mouth and stuck half of her in. With one quick, thoughtless bite, he chomped her in half. Ashley couldn’t look away. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, but it was definitely upsetting each time. She was always uncomfortable with how these poor things were treated. She really wanted another job. She felt her heart sink after hearing that familiar crunch. The fat man requested a few more tinies so Ashley obliged, dumping a handful onto his sweaty thigh beside his big, round belly. Their fates were sealed.

She couldn’t stare too long without it being weird. She decided to go more toward the seats in front, continuing it walk down the stairs. As she was doing so, lost in thought, she made a misstep and almost fell down. Her body jerked forward and she had to grab the back of a seat to prevent her from tumbling. She was ultimately safe, but the movement caused some tinies to fall out of her tray into the surrounding area. Some landed on the steps while one landed on an empty seat. Ashley looked at them with a frown. What should she do? She couldn’t really pick with up with spilling even more onto the ground. Should she even pick them up? They’ve been on the ground now. People probably wouldn’t want to eat them now. After she figured out she should probably just leave them there, she felt bad again, watching their fragile naked bodies squirm against the burning hot concrete floor.

Ashley then felt someone coming from behind. She stepped aside allowing another fat man in the audience walk past her. He was using the bathroom but now he was ready to retake his seat. He didn’t notice the tinies on the ground, and he wouldn’t have stopped if he did. He stepped on them and they instantly gave way under his immense weight with a wet crunch. He left a red stain on stadium steps and on the bottom of his shoe. There was nothing left of them besides blood and chunks stuck in his treads.

He walked over to the empty seating and came to reclaim his spot. The tiny woman on the seat panicked. She was already in a terrible situation, stuck on the gross seat with the ambient smell of decades of butt sweat. Now, the fat man’s giant, sweaty ass was coming right toward her. He sat down and did not feel her at all. It was unclear to Ashley what happened to the tiny. She was either crushed instantly, suffocated under the weight, or drowned in his sweat. Either way, she was certainly dead. Ashley’s skin crawled imagining being in that poor woman’s place. “Hey,” said the fat man who sat on her, “Hand me a few, will ya?” Ashley hated this job.

I don’t know about you, but I really love fat giants. I love fat giantesses too, and there’s some good content of them out there, but fat giant content seems really lacking, its sad.

Having giants be a bit chubby is always a huge win in my eyes. It makes them seem even bigger. They’re heavier and could crush a tiny woman easier. It also creates a whole new dynamic with the belly, tinies able to get stuck under that sweaty thing. It gets so good when they get sweaty lol.

They’re also the best for vore, of course. Doesn’t really have to be explained. Either eating tiny women with a meal or just on their own, they’ll end up as belly fat. It’s their ultimate destiny.

I like cruel stuff mostly, but they’re also great for more gentle stuff!

Feel free to mention some of the stuff about fat giants I forgot to say.

Hello! I’m new here. You can call me Fish. I’m a 27 year old bi guy. I’m usually into being a giant, but I can be tiny from time to time. I love all things cruel as a giant. I especially love vore, crushing, and what not. Fearplay is the absolute best. I’m most interested in shrinking others as opposed to growing myself. I’m especially interested in the M/f dynamic right now. I also love giant couples a lot.

I love sharing unique size ideas and posting stories occasionally. I may post some stories soon. I hope to find this forum an inviting place!