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@olo omg I legitimately was randomly thinking about an old story I really liked a couple days ago and i couldn’t remember the name of it and this is was it! And it’s getting continued? Can’t wait

@olo Thank you for the feedback! I was wanting this to be nice, short focused and self contained while still conveying some history between them. I’ll keep in mind what you said about past tense. It’s something I’ve never really considered before

So iv’e decided to write some short stories to help practice my writing as im basically a novice at this. I will continue with my broken story but it’s pretty long and ambitious for what i have in mind so i want to maybe work on my skills and write little one offs stories for a bit. This one is M/f focuses with non con elements and alot of cruelty. Any feedback at all is appreciated

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The metallic click of the front door unlocking off in the distance wakes Nia from her sleep immediately. She quickly rises to her feet and moves to the edge of the table wearing nothing but the violet collar around her neck. When she reaches the ledge she gets down on her knees…and waits just like she has done countless times before. Andrew expects this of her and has made the consequences of not obeying this simple act very clear in the past. Loud rumbling can be heard in the distance like an approaching storm as she brushes some of the long black hair from her face with her fingers. Waiting for the inevitable with a calm and emotionless expression even as the ground begins to quake under her and the door to the bedroom is opened.

Andrew steps through the doorway not even looking in her direction as he walks over to the closet door across from her. “Welcome home!” She speaks loudly and clearly with hardly any emotion in her voice and maintains a blank expression as she stares at the towering figure whose very presence dominates the landscape of the room. She stopped viewing Andrew as a person a long time ago and viewed him more as a force of nature now. One that dominated every aspect of her life and that her very existence both relied upon and revolved around. Any attempts to reason with him in the past or appeal to any sense of human decency was not only futile but more often than not proved harmful to the girl that was only 4 inches tall kneeling on his desk.

With a heavy sigh Andrew loosened and removed his tie before tossing it into a corner, he then loosened his belt and tossed it to the side as well and as the belt buckle hit the ground it caused a loud thud that made Nia flinch. He unbuttons his shirt after a long day at the office feeling exhausted and frustrated from the day. This was nothing new for Andrew who lived a frustrating unfulfilling and boring life in his own mind. 9-5’s of being walked all over or talked down to and underappreciated by his peers who to him were just too ignorant and foolish to appreciate his talents. But no matter how demoralizing and brutal the day was to him he always used to have a release.

Andrew turns to face the little figure waiting at his desk and reflects. To the world he was a nobody, just some average guy doing his part to function in society….but to her…he is her entire world. When he came home he didn’t feel like just some guy anymore. He was a god, a god that can be as cruel or merciful as he saw fit. This little thing on his desk used to be a human being…used to have a life with friends and goals and dreams but now she was nothing more than his plaything and stress relief. It never mattered how much she argued or begged or tried to fight because he had more power over her then anyone could have imagined. She was always a subject to his whims and any sick cruel game he could think of…and he could think of alot. Her little squeaks and whimpers were music to his ears he would never grow tired of, but that was all in the past now.

As he approached, the ground under Nia’s feet shook more but there was no fear in her eyes or even so much as a light tremble. Her heart rate was as calm as can be despite the goliath staring down at her with an annoyed expression. After over a year of being subject to his whims she had truly come to accept that nothing she did could stop him. Day after day of humiliating games has burned that lesson into her brain to the point that now she simply does what she is told and meekly accepts her fate for the evening. Hopes of rescue haven’t been in her mind in months.

Andrew sits in his chair and reaches his hand out, she doesn’t even flinch…she used to always try and run or fight his fingers, he always loved the little sensations of her fist bouncing off his finger but now as he held and fondled her breast with his thumb and index…she barely moved and didn’t make a sound. He could feel the tiny nipple perk up under his touch but it felt automatic…robotic…boring. He sighs deeply before flicking her lightly…enough to knock her on her back as she gives a little yelp…but then nothing…no insults no scrambling…she just stays there like a doll…finally he speaks

“Iv’e been thinking……” his voice booms above her but feels like its all around her as she looks up at him…not speaking without permission

“When I first shrunk you, you were so…FUN…the perfect little plaything for my needs. It felt like you were born to be my toy. Like your purpose had been found” as he speaks his finger moves over her and onto her stomach and pins her down.

“But now look at you…you’re so……boring and plain……nothing like before” a bit more pressure is applied onto her as she starts to squirm a bit…staring up into his eyes as he leans in…filling the sky as he looks down at her. “You used to be so high and mighty before…it’s funny to think you used to look down at everyone…GOD it felt so good to do this to you. To take your old life and give you a new one and make it so that you never get to look down on anyone EVER again”

He pauses as his phone goes off and he reaches for it with his left hand before looking at it. Nia squirms a bit and tries to shove the finger a bit to relieve the pressure while he is texting and distracted for a brief moment before he sits the phone down and turns his attention back to her.

“It was fun training and breaking you…Turning independent and arrogant Nia into a tiny little trained toy….but in retrospect maybe i did to good of a job cause…i gotta be honest this isn’t really even that fun anymore….tell me Nia what is the definition of a toy?”

Finally she opens her mouth as she is instructed to speak “A toy exists to be used and played with and brings joy to her owner!” She speaks loudly and clearly just like she was taught.

“That’s right, and you haven’t been bringing me any joy lately. Honestly you have been pretty worthless SO i think it’s time for a change. Something to….hmmm….make you more fitting for this new role you have taken”

He reaches down with his left hand…it’s out of her sight but she can feel and hear the rumble of the drawer open below her….the sound of that drawer always gave her nightmares in the past as he came up with new games and tools to use each night. She squirms a little under his finger and gets ready for whatever tool or restraint he is going to pull out this time…feeling calm and accepting of her fate…but when he pulls out a bottle of blue liquid her heart starts racing. It was the last thing she expected to see again. Memories of the night her life changed came flooding back as she was forced to drink the liquid….the same liquid that stole 5’1” of her height over a year ago.

“WAIT!!! What are you doing!? A…Andrew? I don’t understand!?” she speaks for the first time tonight with emotion…panic in her voice as he uses a thumb to take off the lid of the bottle with an audible pop as he smiles at her

“L Look lets talk about this okay! I…you can’t seriously be thinking of….using that again!?” her voice cracks as she desperately tries to think of something to say or a way out of this situation. Wishing he would have pulled out rubber bands, or the q tips, hell even the chewing gum would have been better then this…anything but that awful liquid.

He chuckles and smiles for the first time tonight “See!! THATS what makes this fun…that fear in your voice…watching those teeny little eyes panic as you try to think of something to say…GOD i missed that……shame it’s too late tho” suddenly his finger moves to her hip and his thumb comes down and pinches the other side……holding her in this thumb and forefinger he lifts her off the ground…air whooshing as she rises up several stories high in an instant, until she is looking him in the eye with her own scared reflection looking back at her within them. Vertigo hitting and disorienting her for a brief moment.

“Andrew look i…I’M SORRY I WAS JUST OBEYING EVERYTHING YOU SAID I…I DIDN’T WANT TO BE PUNISHED!” she screams out at the top of her lungs as her legs kick and she tries to pry open his fingers. Knowing she can’t as she has already tried to in the past. But instinct and her fight or flight reaction has taken full effect as she tries to avoid the fate that he decided for her

He sets the bottle on the table while he holds her and reaches back into the drawer for an eyedropper. A tool he has used for a few games with her in the past but today it will have a new…more practical use. Her gaze moves and watches as the dropper is put inside the liquid and fills it. Mind racing as she squirms more and more as he answers her “Yes I know and you have been such a good girl in the past…but you forgot the most important rule about being a toy……you have to be fun. And you little Nia are a toy thats no longer fun….in other words you have no worth”

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!! I….I’M SORRY I’LL FIGHT BACK I’LL RESIST AND ARGUE AGAIN! THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT I…I’LL GO BACK TO DOING THAT I SWEAR!!” her voice cracks and she is on the verge of tears

“That’s a nice effort and i’m sure you would but….i don’t know then it feels kinda forced and well…that ruins the fun to be honest. Oh but don’t worry your little toy brain tho. See at your size i don’t even need to use all of the potion…just a few drops from this will do….which means” he taps the glass and clings it lightly with the eyedropper…the sound rings painfully in her head as he chuckles “I’ll be able to replace you and have a new fun little toy in no time”

Nia feels sick….after everything this bastard has made her endure he is just gonna get rid of her? And subject someone else to this? “YOU…YOU BASTARD!!! I HOPE THEY CATCH YOU AND WHEN THEY DO I HOPE TH MMPHH!” Andrew takes the opportunity to shove the tip of the eyedropper into her screaming mouth…gagging her immediately as he laughs….his fingers on the end gentle squeeze as Nia lets out a muffled whimper before feeling the liquid enter her mouth…she tries to spit it out but is helpless as it slides down her throat while her hands reach up trying to push against the eyedropper….GULP….GULP…GULP….forced to swallow several mouthfuls before he pulls it away and she coughs…some of the liquid dripping down her chin

As she is coughing and squirming he lowers her back onto the table and releases his grip…she lands on her feet and looks up at him with an expression of rage and terror…then it hits. Her body feels tingly all over and a feeling of warmth floods her…she stares up at him…as he grows….as the edge of the table she is standing on gets further away……the collar around her neck getting looser “No noooo!!” is all she yells as she looks around…the lamp that was already towering above her like a street light rises…higher and higher into the sky. The alarm clock….one of the objects she was still taller then, begins to rise past her eyes…she gets smaller and smaller…fear and dread and helplessness overcoming her mind as she watches every object littered on his desk grow bigger…the collar that once fit snugly on her neck is weighty on her shoulders as she shoves it off.

She cranes her neck as takes several steps back in order to gaze upon Andrew…….her heart seems to stop for a moment…air feels harder to breathe into her lungs…her mind having a hard time comprehending what she is seeing…the thing before her now……it’s a person? It’s the size of a mountain and she can’t even view him all at once….”no no nooooo NOOO!!! THIS ISN’T REAL THIS CAN’T BE REAL” she screams and whimpers out

Andrew watches with delight as poor little Nia shrinks to her proper size….down below his free hand has reached into his boxers as he slowly rubs himself while she looks around like a scared little bug. He almost bursts out in laughter when she speaks…she sounds so faint and squeaky….he leans in more and opens his mouth speaking in a whisper…a whisper that Booms around her as if lightning just struck next to her. Her hands move to her ears to try and deter the harsh noise. It was like that when she first shrunk…everything was overwhelming…loud….but she adapted….but this…how could she ever get used to…this?

“And now…your size truly matches your worth….” she whimpers as her hair blows from the gust of his breath. “Before you always looked down on everyone…so we made it so you could never do it again…but really…that wasn’t enough”

She screams back up at him at the top of her lungs but it doesn’t come close to the volume of his whispers…she isn’t even sure he can hear her “YOU BASTARD!!! I HATE YOU I’VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!! YOUR A FUCKING MONSTER!!!”

He smiles wide and she has to turn her head to watch the corners of his lips move up…and he speaks again “The truth is Nia…your worthless…you don’t deserve to look down on ANYTHING…your the least useful possession i own now”

She covers her ears again and screams as he speaks “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP”

“Let me demonstrate” he speaks as he reaches into his pocket and digs for some change he placed inside earlier…pulling out a penny before bringing it down next to her…standing it up with one finger before her as she falls on her ass as it hits the ground in front of her. She stares up at the coin…the massive face on the surface looks like a giant in and of itself as it towers more than 3 times her height….her face full of terror as she stares at the inanimate object that towers over her

“This penny gives me just as much if not more entertainment then you now…….like so” with that he lifts his finger from the coin and it starts falling toward her….she screams as she tries to scoot backwards but it falls quickly…pinning her down with only her head sticking out…the weight of it almost crushing as she places her hands on it and tires to shove as hard as she can but it weighs a ton…like being pinned under a boulder. At this point Andrew can no longer contain his laughter…the sound is painful and deafening…hear head ringing when he finishes while she shoves and squirms under the coin

“See!! Your weaker and smaller than a penny…what use could I possibly have for you now?” He then brings a finger down on top of it and applies the slightest amount of pressure. Nia can barely breathe as she tries to fight and shove it……speaking frantically as she struggles “PLEEEEEEASE DON’T!!! DON’T DO THIS!!!”

Andrew, who can barely see her little head poking out from under the coin, leans in closer …”i’ll make you a deal…if you can get out from under that penny…i’ll let you be toy sized again. You get to go back to your life of humiliation and servitude….you want that right?”

She stares up at her god teary eyed “YES!! YES I DO!!! PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR TOY I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL!!!”

He smiles……the moments of begging are always his favorite…especially begging for such small pity things and privileges that she once thought were beneath her…he lifts his finger off of her and… “Then prove to me you have worth” he stands to his full height… if there was clouds from her vantage he would of soared past them…she waste no time redoubling her efforts to wiggle and push against the coin…fighting for her life against the penny as her owner pulls down his pants and boxers and begins stroking his cock high in the air above her. He can’t make out her face from here but he knows she is there…struggling and failing for his amusement…

Despite her best efforts the penny doesn’t move or even budge…it’s too strong…it’s too big…everything is too big now….everything has so much power over her now. Her face starts to burn bright red as she watches him please himself to her misery….feeling horrified when her own body beings to react to the sight and she feels herself getting wet….just like he conditioned and trained her to…Despite feeling more scared and hopeless then she ever has…or maybe because of that…countless game after countless game had an effect on her body and mind and now as the final act of humiliation he demonstrates the power he has over her.

“Mmm NOo!” she squeaks weakly where he can’t even hear her…then his loud moan rumbles above as he speeds up…and then hits his limit…his cock erupting in the air as he points it down at her. Cum falling from the sky and crashing down around her like asteroids until one droplet hits the surface of the penny…she can feel the weight of it from the blast press down on her for a brief moment before it begins to ooze down the edge and towards her…feeling it flow over her body as it pools underneath her. It’s so thick she can’t even move her arms anymore as she is surrounded by the warmth and the scent floods her nose.

Andrew sits back in his chair breathing heavily… “FUCK….i needed that” he says before reaching down and picking up the penny between his thumb and index……Nia wiggles and squirms but the cum is to thick…and to her horror she feels herself rising what feels like hundreds upon hundreds of stories up….stuck to the penny as the cum clings her to it….Andrew flips the coin over and squints……sure enough threw the thick white cum there is the faint sight of his former toy weakly wiggling. He smiles wide and admires it for a moment…feeling the rush of power again that he missed so much. “Looks like you lost……My little penny slut”

With that he moves the reaches down and grabs his jeans and grabs the rest of his change from the day…placing the newly declared penny slut into the little pile of change in his palm. Then he hovers his hand over the spare change jar on the other side of the desk and grins as he tilts his hand and his change falls inside….he can’t hear her whimpering or squeaks for mercy as he does this. He smiles and basks in the afterglow of his power trip…excited to pick a new toy soon…and maybe he could give his new toy penny slut to look after or play with……if he can find her at least……

@olo think I’m gonna steal this one

Not a mom…can i still have wine?

@olo Thank you so much for the detailed feedback! I’m glad people are enjoying it. I had alot fun writing it, especially the back and forth banter between the two

Soooo iv’e had this story idea for ages and actually started writing it a couple weeks ago however i’m not really a writer and this is the first thing iv’e ever publicly put out into the wild and i convinced myself it wouldn’t really see the light of day, but iv’e decided screw it i will at least post the intro and see what people think. Not much size play going on yet and it’s mostly an introduction. The story will have alot of darker tones so if your not into that kinda thing it might not be for you. Any feedback at all would be appreciated as i really have no idea if this is even good or not

                                    Broken

Date: unknown
Location: the shoebox
Height: 1 inch

Before I even manage to get my eyes open I can’t help but let out a whimper that is heard by no one. My entire body feels sore…exhausted…weak. I don’t even remember when or how I passed out this time. I have no way of knowing if it’s morning or night…It all looks the same inside this cardboard hell. I honestly just want to keep lying indefinitely and wither away but even that is a luxury denied to me anymore. My limbs feel sore and weak as I try and pull them from the floss wrapped around me. It binds my hands together behind my back and keeps my legs wrapped together making walking impossible. Even my whines and whimper hurts my dry and burning throat. The screaming and thrashing from the night before fully taking its toll on me even now.

I open my eyes and slowly begin to take in my surroundings though I’m fairly familiar with them now. This shoebox has been my home for….God how long? Time started becoming a blur to me a long long time ago….a week maybe? My last home prior to being relocated to a fucking shoebox is still fresh on my mind. How much I miss the view of looking out at his bedroom through the cage bars, how I had a comfy little sponge bed to sleep on instead of a cardboard floor. I hated that home for so long but now that it’s gone I’d give anything to have it back, of course i have absolutely nothing to give anymore which is probably why im in this box now.
The box has a bit of light thanks to some white christmas lights along the ceiling being fed through some holes near the top. The high walls are covered in photographs all massive and bigger then what i remember movie screens at a theater had been, tho all of that and even some of the contents of these photos feels like several lifetimes ago. I raise my back up off the ground while wiggling my hands and wrist hoping for a break. That maybe he tied the floss to loose again. But it’s no use as it doesn’t even budge and feels so tight against skin that even at full strength i wouldn’t stand a chance against the little makeshift bondage

“Bastard!!” I scream at someone who can’t hear me, I scream at the one who did this to me, to the one who right now is out living a normal carefree life while I’m trapped here. Mind filling up with theories of how he is out having a nice dinner or at the bar with friends as I break down and tears flow down my cheeks. I look straight ahead at one of the photographs as it towers over me. Craning my neck to get the full view of an innocent looking photo. A man dressed in a plain white dress shirt and black tie that’s a bit loose. Short black hair with a quiff haircut and wide smile as he holds the phone. Looking at him gives me so much mixed overwhelming emotions and although I would rather not focus on him…the person standing next to him makes me feel even worse. A much shorter figure coming up to about the man’s shoulder, a woman with shoulder length straight brown hair. Large round glasses covering up much of the petite face while a light brown scarf covers her neck. In contrast to the man, her eyes are looking to the side away from the camera with an annoyed look on them that does little to hide the subtle smile on her face.

I can’t stand to look at her. It’s too frustrating, painfull, and has too many memories flooding my mind at once. Memories from a different life I’ve almost long forgotten. Her name was Kimberly and although it would be hard to recognize it for anyone else, I know the painful fact that the happy women in this photo used to be me, and this photo was taken the day I met the one person who would take everything from me. It was the day I met Aaron……

Date: January 31st 2014
Location: Seattle Washington
Height 5ft 4 inches

“OUTSIDE!!! TO SMOKE!!!” I Yell over at my friend Cynthia. The obnoxious Electronic dance music completely drowning out my voice and despite being only a couple feet away she gives me a look of puzzled confusion and points to her ear with her head turned to face me after I briefly got her attention away from her boyfriend Ethan, i make a smoking gester with my fingers and she nods before turning back to face him while i roll my eyes and began walking through the crowd. Feeling anxious as I stick out like a sore thumb in an environment like this…pushing past and squeezing threw gaps to reach the door on the other side of the room before pushing it open and feeling the cool winter air on my face.

I walk over to a guardrail overlooking the cityscape and feel thankful that there aren’t many other people out for a smoke break right now. A group of 3 college students and a lone woman on her phone seem to be my only company. Reaching into my purse and feeling around until I pull out a pack of cigarettes . Taking one of the 3 left from the pack before putting it to my lips. Using my hands to search for the lighter that is usually on top with my cigarettes but right now it’s nowhere to be found. “Ughh fuck” i mutter softly under my breath feeling the nights growing frustration almost hit a breaking point. I didn’t even want to come to this place. These kinda scenes do not suit me at all but I was dragged out by Cynthia and her new boyfriend to be the Designated driver…and I owed her a favor anyways and had nothing better to do tonight.

With a sigh I contemplate if I should ask someone for a lighter or just tough it out but given how my mood is right now i don’t think skipping one is such a good idea. I turn around with intentions to ask one of the 3 students if they have one but stop after a half step. Someone who wasn’t here a moment ago catches my eye…and i must of caught his cause he is walking straight at me holding a familiar pink lighter in his fingertips

“I believe this is yours?” he says to me with a half grin, standing up straight before outstretching his hand and offering the lighter back. “I saw you drop it when you opened the door back there” I stare for a moment like a deer in headlights and get a whiff of his cologne. A moment of tense awkward silence before he speaks again as I stare a bit confused. “I’m sorry am I mistaken?? If it’s not yours then”

“Oh no NO sorry it is mine!” I quickly blurt as I grab it from him quickly and frantically trying to compose myself after being caught a bit off guard. “Thank you so much!” I say as he looks a bit confused since the enthusiasm in my voice maybe doesn’t match with the situation but regardless he smiles and to my surprise walks forward leaning into the guardrail next to me. Not wanting to stand here looking like a flustered idiot more than i already am i bring the lighter up and light my cigarette

“Nasty little habit tho, and if you don’t mind me saying it doesn’t seem to suit you. Tho i suppose i could say that for this entire place in general. I’ve never seen you here before… Names Aaron”

While i’m not sure what I expected him to say, an immediate lecture on what should or should not suit me wasn’t what i expected from a stranger i just met nor was it something i would want. “Umm…do you always lecter people you just met? It’s not like i want to smoke all the time and it’s not like i haven’t tried quitting i…” i cut myself off and wonder why im even bothering defending myself to someone i just met

“Oh your right, sorry about that, wasn’t trying to lecture just…an observation i gotta remember im not at work sometimes” his demeanor changes a bit as he gives an awkward laugh. Suddenly seeming a bit different then the person who just gave me my lighter with an overly confident swagger. It’s a bit cute tho maybe he is just an awkward dork deep down

I take a drag and play along carrying a conversation feeling a bit more relaxed as the nicotine gets in my system. “You lecture at work? Are you a teacher or something?”

“No Not exactly” he replies as his gaze looks at the skyline and a strenuous returns to his expression

“Yea you didn’t seem like the teaching type, doubt it would “suit” you” i jeered back with a grin as he turns back to me and smirks

“Ever hear of hypnotherapy? It’s interesting and powerful stuff. Spend my life perfecting it even” He speaks with complete seriousness and confidence not a hint of sarcasm.

I can’t help but laugh a bit, of all the things I might have guessed a hypnotist or…hypnotherapist or whatever is the furthest thing from my mind but he just stares with a mostly blank but slightly annoyed expression.

“Oh sorry SORRY just wasn’t expecting that….umm how about we are even for your little comment earlier…you were rude and now i was rude…See we are even!”

“Do you always mock people you just met?” he replies coldly but with a smile that betrays his tone of voice.

“oh Har HAR” I say as I roll my eyes and put out my cigarette before disposing of it in a nearby dispenser. “Still I don’t see how being a hypnotist relates to lecturing”

“Sure it does, hypnosis is simply lecturing the subconscious in a way…to awaken the mind to help people realize what they want. That’s the wonderful thing about it. It can only be used to give someone what they truly want, for instance let’s say someone truly wanted to quit smoking but just couldn’t make it happen…with the right suggestion you can make the idea of nicotine in your system more repulsive than a root canal gone wrong” he finishes his long rant and turns to face me…Raised eyebrows making him look like nothing more than a sharp dressed dork trying to hard to be cool.

“That all seems like a bit of a stretch dude……what, you just wave your hands and I never crave a cig again? If it was that easy no one would still be smoking, I’m not buying it at all. Sorry but at least try and make your weird captivating story more Believable.” I speak with a slight smirk of confidence as I put the nearly empty pack back in my purse

he puts up no defense to my accusation, he just smiles “you know I never did catch your name?”

“Kimberly” I smile back. As strange of an encounter this has been it has put me in a better mood.

He takes a step in front of me and I feel my body tense up for a brief moment he blocks my path forward. “Umm….What the fuck are you doing?” I say a bit taken back by the bizarre behavior

“Kimberly….you don’t need to smoke…you already know this. You hate the very thought…It makes you sick…revolted…and you will never want to do it…again” he finishes leaving me with a dumbfounded look as I burst into laughter for a moment

“Dude what the hell, your sooo weird even I know it takes more than waving your hands in a loud poorly lit area…Aren’t I supposed to go into a trance or somethi…” I stop mid sentence as he pulls out his phone lifting it in the air for a picture with both of us in frame

“Are you serious right now?” I roll my eyes and try and look away while suppressing a laugh. The camera flashes as the photo is taken and he shows the picture briefly before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Just something to chronicle our chance encounter tonight…here take this” he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a business card and hands it to me before turning and walking away with a wave. “It was nice meeting you Kim, enjoy your evening”

for a moment I just stare at him as he walks away, it’s only when he goes back inside that I look down at the card in my hand…

Aaron Alexander
Hypnotherapist, Photographer, Street Magician

“…What a freaking weirdo” I mutter under my breath

@olo If only there was a down vote option for that comment lol

You could do almost any board game. My mind kinda went to Mouse trap but it would be altered a bit with more traps and real rules tho. One of us who makes it to the end gets restored and allowed to go free while the rest of us are prizes for the Giant players/audience

Nice pic…but i can’t help but feel bad for her tho. Id hate to wake up to thick smoke from a giant cigarette lol

So cool…Nice little birdcage in the back btw

How he plays with her future like it’s nothing but a fun little game to him. Kingston is one of the scariest types of bigs

I love little scenarios like this. Dangling helplessly while twisted little sticky notes are placed around you

Could also be tied to a whiteboard for alot of the same effect

So Cute