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@SmolChlo Can I just say that is adorable Egads, I’m such a SW through and through, the mere thought of being the large one makes me want to hide underground lol

Part 2: Her Little Playdate

Rob cracked open the front door of his house hesitantly. Blue should have been trained enough by now to be giving the entryway a wide berth. But one could never be too careful.

Satisfied that he hadn’t whacked the door into any tiny women, he continued opening it, still slowly but with more confidence. He stepped inside and his eyes scanned the floor until he saw a small figure darting in from the living room.

“You’re early, you’re early!” Blue shouted excitedly, running to her master as fast as she could.

“I am, I am,” Rob chuckled, adoring the sight of his excited pet. “There was a company event today that ended early, so they let us all go home.”

He was just setting down his work bag and hanging up his keys as the shrunken woman reached his feet, and she paused to lean onto the toe of his shoe and catch her breath. But after a couple of seconds she wasted no more time, climbing aboard his foot so that she could undo his shoelaces. She would have been happy to help take off his shoes for him as well, if she wasn’t just a little over four inches tall.

“Thanks, sweetie,” the relative giant responded as he slipped off his jacket. Blue hopped back off his second foot, and now he could easily slip his shoes off without having to bend down. Not that it mattered. There was just no resisting the allure of his little friend down on the floor - he crouched down all the same to gather her up into his hand.

“Hey there, handsome,” she gushed, gazing up at the quickly approaching face above her. As soon as she was close enough, she was covering his cheek with tiny kisses.

“What have you been up to?” Rob asked as he softly nuzzled into her.

“Adventuring! There’s still so much of the house left to explore!” Blue grinned and sat down in the massive palm, all but wagging an invisible tail. Even though it had been over a week since she had finally been given full reign of the house, she still couldn’t get over her newfound freedom.

“You’ve been avoiding the stairs?”

“Of course, no problem. I only try to go up those when you’re here.”

“Good girl.”

Rob closed his fingers around his little pet so that he could fondle every bit of her as he walked to the living room. Her body went limp from a mixture of fatigue from running around all day and of ecstasy from being in her favorite person’s gentle grasp. Her keeper was looking forward to entering the same state, the promise of rest coming into view in the form of the couch.

Soon enough the unlikely pair was in full veg mode, Blue sprawled on her back over Rob’s cheek with her feet propped up on the bridge of his nose. Her fingers trailed over his skin as she blindly tried to find the dimple just past the corner of his mouth.

“Oh hey, you’ll never believe what happened today,” the giant muttered with his eyes closed, his talking enough to shift his passenger around.

“You ran into someone like me?” she guessed. That would be pretty unbelievable.

“Actually, almost! I met a dude who also owns someone like you.”

“What?!” Blue shot up to sitting so that she could stare right into the large, now open brown eye beside her. “Really? How did you even figure that out?”

“Turns out someone decided to take a nap in my work bag yesterday,” Rob said, his eyes narrowing, and immediately she turned right around to avoid his gaze, earning an amused chuckle. “When I took my computer out during the event earlier, one tiny sock apparently fell to the floor. I didn’t even notice it, but some guy I’d never met pulled me aside to give it back and let me know I’m not alone.”

“That would explain where that sock went,” Blue grumbled as she turned back around sheepishly. Falling into old habits for a moment, she bowed her head with some formality. “I’m sorry, Rob. That was irresponsible of me.”

“It’s alright - no harm, no foul. I didn’t even know you wore socks,” he teased, reaching up to grab one of her feet, which was indeed bare at the moment. She giggled as he dragged her off of his face and into the palm of his other hand that started lowering down towards his stomach.

“I do when I nap, sometimes, to stay warm,” she purred, rubbing her chin against the thumb at her side.

“Anyway,” Rob said, setting Blue down on his shirt, right in front of the waistband of his pants. “His name’s Jim. He invited me to a playdate that he apparently hosts from time to time. What do you think?”

“Y-you mean I could meet others?” the little woman marveled. She tried not to get too distracted by the growing hump just behind her, which was very difficult for her to do. “It’s just been me and you for all these weeks… gosh, how long has it been now?”

“Coming up on three months,” the giant said without hesitation, though his attention was very much split at this point. His fingers found their way to the hem of Blue’s shirt and with a practiced confidence they were tugging it up her body.

She lifted her arms up as if this was the most natural thing, even as she was deep in thought. “Hmm… yeah, maybe it would be good for me. I’m down to try if you are!”

“Mmmmkay,” Rob responded, his brain hardly functioning at all at this point as he was now working on pulling down her shorts. “We’ll check it out this weekend. For now let’s move on to your punishment.”

“Punishment?” Blue said with a laugh, now absently slipping off her undergarments, “Whatever for?”

“For leaving your sock in the bag. A terribly naughty thing to do.” There was a clink of a metal belt buckle.

“You said no harm, no foul!” she protested, all giggles as she seductively lowered to hands and knees on his abdomen.

“Just get in there and accept that you’ve been a very bad girl.” Rob grinned, pulling up the opening to the warm, and to Blue, perfectly inviting cave.

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The trip to Jim’s apartment was frustratingly long. This was probably because Blue wasn’t used to getting out of the house at all, her travel carrier virtually unused before this point. But it also didn’t help that she was full of nervous energy. She’d go from gazing at the world through the one-way mirror that was her window, to pacing around the cramped space when things went still, to hunkering down on the floor whenever Rob started walking again.

Soon enough, she could tell that they were entering a building, and she knew that meant she’d be let out soon. Despite the rhythmic swaying of her master’s steps, she couldn’t stay still, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. Finally, even though from her angle she couldn’t see anything, she heard the sound of a knock, followed by a door opening and an eager voice echoing into the hallway.

“Hey, Rob, you made it! Good to see you again, come on in.”

Blue looked around eagerly at the new environment through her window as the two men made small talk. The apartment was messy and looked like it would be so much fun to explore. But she also knew she had to be on her best behavior when meeting these strangers, and so she immediately tempered her expectations. Her carrier was swung around as Rob turned a corner, and then a third man came into her view.

He was already sitting on the couch but hadn’t said anything yet. Another carrier, bigger than hers, was sitting at his side, ñand he had one arm draped over it while his other hand was occupied with his phone. He had short blonde hair and dark gray eyes that were currently staring down at the screen with an unreserved scowl on his face.

“Dave got here a minute ago - it’s his first time too, we recently met on a message board. We were just about to introduce the girls to each other,” Jim said jovially, and the man on the couch finally looked up from his phone so he could stand and shake Rob’s hand.

A couple of “nice to meet you”s later and Blue finally heard the click of her carrier door opening up. The roof swung open and one familiar hand reached in to cup around her. She climbed up the fingers like a ladder, trying to get her first glance around as quickly as possible.

“This is Blue,” Rob said, reorienting his hand to help his pet settle into his palm. She glanced up at their host, who had been doing most of the talking so far. Jim was both tall and stout and had a warm smile. He was also hairier than she expected - she realized just then that she had never seen someone with a beard since she had been shrunken. She suppressed a giggle as she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands through it, and a part of her hoped Rob might grow his own beard out so she could find out one day.

Then she regained herself and remembered her manners. Even though Blue hardly got into this position anymore at home, she slipped back into her old training without any issue, kneeling and linking her hands behind her back as she lowered her head in greeting.

“Well aren’t you the little cutie,” Jim cooed as she sat back up again. He lifted his hand up to be level with Rob’s, unfurling his fingers to reveal a miniscule figure clinging to his index. “This here’s Peanut.”

Blue’s jaw almost dropped. The woman sitting in front of her was the tiniest person she’d ever seen. She had light pink hair and sparkling brown eyes, and her big smile’s warmth matched her master’s. She grinned over at Blue, scooting forward on her owner’s fingertip and waving. She was less than half of Blue’s height, surely under two inches tall.

“Aww, she’s so tiny,” Rob observed, bringing voice to his pet’s thoughts as Blue shyly waved back from across the gap.

“Yup, she’s my sweet lil’ lovebug. We can set them just over here while we chat. You want to bring yours out now, Dave?”

“Sure,” the other man said as he opened his own carrier up and reached in to grab his pet around the waist. “This one’s named Lucky.”

Blue did another double take. Back at FaeCo, she had seen other shrunken women like herself, but all of them were grouped based on size, so she hadn’t ever interacted with anyone outside of the 3-5 inch range. Seeing this kind of variety was so different from what she had expected. This new girl was strikingly beautiful, with scarlet hair that went just past her shoulders and deep green eyes that shone like emeralds. She had a collar around her neck that looked to be made of black leather, a leash hanging down from it. And she must have been about seven inches tall.

Lucky’s eyes darted between all of the giants above her before passing over the miniature women in their hands, and then she lowered her gaze without so much as a smile.

The three pets were placed into a container on the carpet, an old foosball table with the legs and players removed. The green floor made it look like they were in a miniature park, and there was a variety of benches and toys available for the shrunken ladies to do as they wished.

Blue looked around excitedly as she hopped into her new environment, and then she made a beeline towards where the other girls were being set down. Peanut was clearly used to the place, waving the other two over to a table that held a plate full of snacks. Lucky glanced behind her at her owner before taking tentative steps towards the others, just about reaching them before she stopped in her tracks, going very still as the leash hanging from her neck went taught.

“Stay put, Lucky,” warned the scowling giant from his spot on the couch, the other end of the leash in hand. “I don’t want you wandering around, hear me?”

A wave of awkward quiet passed through the group at the sharpness in the man’s tone. Lucky gracefully lowered into a seat, keeping her head down and her mouth shut. Jim was the first to recover as he settled into his own chair. “You want to let her off her leash, Dave?” he suggested kindly, “I don’t mind her wandering.”

“And just let her run amok?” Dave responded as he continued glaring at his pet’s back before dropping the end of the leash onto his lap. “I don’t want her to break something.”

There was a long, tense pause in which Jim and Rob met eyes for a second. The latter jumped in to try and help steer the conversation, “Uhh, I actually don’t even own a leash for Blue. Hope that wasn’t a faux pas to bring her without one?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” said Jim, grateful for the change of subject, “Though I really would recommend getting one for her. Especially if you want to take her out - it’s entirely for her own safety. Look, I got this harness type one and you can just lift her right off the ground and she’ll still be perfectly comfortable…”

Down on the foosball table things felt pretty awkward between the three girls as well. Peanut didn’t even come up to Blue’s waist and was practically doll-sized compared to Lucky, but like her owner she had quite the confident presence nevertheless. “Don’t you love how they always talk about us like we can’t hear them?” she said with an eye roll and a caring glance towards her owner.

With that, the women relegated the booming voices of the nearby titans into the background. Blue couldn’t keep her smile at bay anymore as she looked between her two new friends.

“It’s so nice to finally see another girl!” she gushed enthusiastically, “Another anyone, I guess! Much less two of you.” She hoped to bring Lucky into the fold with that, but the tallest of the women was still sitting with her head down.

“Oh right, this is your first playdate, huh?” Peanut chirped, and she reached up to Blue, who kneeled down delightedly to take the tiniest woman’s hands into hers. After all, their need of connecting through touch extended well beyond their giant partners.

“Yeah, first time for me,” Blue said, “How many have you been to?”

“Oh, probably hundreds now. Jim and I drive all over the state to host them. You’d be surprised how many of our kind there are in the area!”

“That’s so cool! I’m so happy to meet the both of you!”

“Likewise,” a quiet voice piped up, and the two looked over to see Lucky’s head lifted with a small, hesitant smile on her face. Relieved, the two smaller girls shifted closer so that they could all chat.

The buzz of conversation filled the air for a while. Rob had originally wanted to do this for Blue’s sake, to socialize her, but he ended up enjoying this. Their talks revolved around some of the normal topics - work and sports and the like - but they also wandered into stories involving their pets, tips on training them, what products were helpful to own. It was nice to get to know others who shared the same secret that he did. Well… it was nice to get to know one of them, at least. Dave wasn’t particularly chatty unless he was talking about his organic beard oil business.

The girls chatted excitedly in turn, and while Peanut and Blue did most of the talking, comparing tales of their time spent with their masters, Lucky only ever shyly joined in on occasion, to answer something like what her favorite food was or what toys she had in her cage.

Soon enough, though, the smaller women’s high energy got them to their feet and they started kicking a ball around, passing it back and forth. They knew Lucky wasn’t allowed to go far so they stayed close by, offering to pass it to her every once in a while as she remained seated. What was the size of a soccer ball to Peanut was more like a grapefruit to Lucky, but she looked grateful to be included, tossing the ball back their way.

At one point the smallest of the group climbed up onto the table, just to illustrate a part of a story she was telling, and even from her perch Blue was still taller than her. But Peanut hadn’t quite calculated her move right, and as she tried to avoid stepping on the food that was right next to her feet, she ended up toppling right over. Thankfully Blue was nearby and quickly stepped in to catch the little lady.

“Woopsie!” Peanut chirped, giggling and then throwing her arms around her taller friend’s neck. “Okay, that story didn’t end in me falling, but it’d be funnier if it did, so… I plummeted into the bowl and spent the rest of the day swimming around in chocolate pudding - the end!”

Blue laughed and held her close as she spun her around affectionately. “You are just sooo cute!” she sang and then finally crouched to set her down, “Gosh, and here I thought I was on the short side.”

Peanut teetered in place as she grinned, a bit dizzy from the twirl. “Oh I know,” she said, “I’ve yet to meet anyone smaller, but I love it! You know, even though FaeCo tells us a whole lot of bullshit, that’s one thing they got down pat. We all turn out the exact size we’re meant to be.”

Blue’s smile faltered and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. They hadn’t talked at all about the headquarters they all came from, much less say anything so frank about them.

But Peanut didn’t seem to notice any hesitation as she turned to Lucky, who was still sitting on the floor, and beamed at her from down near her elbow. “I’l haven’t met many as tall as you, though! I sure wonder what that’s like.”

Lucky shifted uncomfortably in her cross-legged seat, curling in on herself. “I don’t really feel tall…” she mumbled, her voice barely perceptible over the drone of the nearby men. “Well, not normally,” she added with a gentle smile, gazing at the two much shorter women.

Peanut extended a hand out and the comparative giantess hesitated, looking as if she wanted to reach out before closing in on herself even more. The two other pets frowned, disturbed by how reserved their peer was. Not to be discouraged, the tiniest woman took it in stride, retracting her hand but trying to make contact nonetheless. “Well let me tell you, from down here you look gorgeous! I mean, just look at that hair.”

Lucky blushed at this, shyly tucking a strand of bright red hair behind her ear. “This is actually not too far off from my old hair color, believe it or not,” she said.

“Oh wow!” Peanut marveled, “You must’ve been quite the looker even before shrinking.”

Finally trying to take some initiative, Lucky tried to loosen up her posture and relax her arms as she loomed over the smallest woman. “What changed for you?” she asked curiously.

Peanut shrugged and took a lock of her own pink hair to dangle it in front of her face. “I mean, the standard stuff - hair, eyes. Definitely had a bit more of a stomach before.”

Blue swiftly hopped into this conversation as she sat down next to the other two and nodded. “Same.”

“I’m glad I didn’t lose my freckles though,” Peanut said, pulling up the sleeve of her shirt. Tiny light brown dots dusted her shoulder, trailing up further under her clothes. “They go all down my back now, where the scars used to be. Jim loves them too.”

The other two went quiet at Peanut’s candor. The mention of scars was another strange element to bring up, alluding to a time from long before.

Blue finally summoned the courage to ask something she normally wouldn’t, opting for the least intrusive question she could think of. “So how old were you when you enrolled?”

"Sixteen. Dunno if it was the same for you, but that meant two years stuck at that place before I could be sold, since apparently they deem it immoral to sell minors. When I was real young I was abused by both my parents, hence the scars, until they couldn’t keep me anymore. And then I was in the foster system for a while but I hated it. I jumped at the opportunity when FaeCo approached me.”

Blue’s eyes had grown round and her breath was coming in short. Without knowing what else to say she just resorted to, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Peanut asked with a smile, “We all have fucked up pasts, right? Or else we wouldn’t be here.”

“I just… I don’t know, I haven’t told anybody about mine before.”

The tiniest woman’s gaze grew gentle and she reached a hand up to supportively touch Blue’s shoulder. “You should tell your owner about it sometime, when you feel ready. It’ll bring you so much closer together.”

Blue balked. “You told Jim?”

“Sure, why not?”

“That was just such a big taboo during training! They always said to never tell our owner about anything that happened before.”

Peanut rolled her eyes as she scoffed, “Yeah well, they also told us to always call them ‘Master’ and bow every time they enter the room. Do you still do that too?”

Blue let out a small laugh as she conceded, “No.”

Simultaneously, the tallest of the three quietly muttered, “Yes.”

There was a moment of silence in the little group, the echo of male voices filling the space instead. Both Peanut and Blue looked like they might burst with concern over Lucky’s entire demeanor and were trying to figure out what to say.

Instead, the flustered redhead began glancing around herself, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. Like she just wanted to escape. She slowly got to her feet and started saying, “Maybe I should…”

Suddenly they all cried out, as just then Lucky was forcefully yanked backwards and crashed into a heap on the floor.

“Good for nothing little…” Dave’s voice growled and he gave the leash another tug, causing his pet to wince and grab at her collar. The giant stood to take a step over to the foosball table, casting a shadow over all three women. “I told you to stay put, didn’t I? Why can’t you just listen?”

As if knowing what was coming, Lucky gripped her collar in both hands to try to save her neck as she was jerked right up to standing. She coughed and her eyes teared up as her feet left the floor for a split second.

“Now get on your knees,” Dave barked, “and stay there until I’m done. Understood?”

As soon as he gave the leash some slack Lucky threw herself down into a kneeling position, arms linking up behind her back as she bowed so low her nose almost touched the floor. Everyone was staring in silence, shocked by the sudden outburst. The other two men looked at each other again, not sure if and how they should address this. Dave stepped back to resume his spot on the couch, face smoothing out as if nothing had happened.

“So… uh…” Jim tried, his usual warm smile appearing a little cooler, “How long have you had Lucky now?”

Dave tilted his head as he thought. “I don’t know, something like… half a year? In any case, way too long for her to act up the way she does. I’m hoping if she sees how others are supposed to behave it’ll help. But I seriously think I just got a defective one.”

Jim frowned and looked like he was having a very hard time not just snapping and going off on the guy. Figuring that wouldn’t do much good, he instead tried to be diplomatic. “Have you tried spending more time holding her and petting her? She seems a bit skittish, maybe she just needs to get more used to your touch?”

Rob jumped in then to add, “Yeah, I made the mistake of not spending enough time getting Blue settled in at first. It really helped us when I just took a bit of time, made sure she knew I care, you know?”

With growing irritation, Dave sighed heavily. “I have a business to run, I don’t have time to coddle her all day. What’s the point of spending such an exorbitant amount of money on one of these if they still need that much training after the fact?”

As the giant men talked, the tiny women regrouped. Lucky stayed completely frozen, but the other two recovered from the shock and furtively slinked over to where their friend was kneeling.

“Are you okay?” Blue asked quietly, and Peanut instinctively reached up to touch the larger woman’s arm, causing her to flinch away.

For a moment, Lucky didn’t say anything. And then she whispered so softly that the others had to move in even closer. “Did you guys imprint with your owners?”

“Did we… imprint?” Peanut repeated, making sure she’d heard right.

The tallest one nodded, shoulders trembling. “Is it really supposed to be how they say? Like love at first sight?”

The two concerned friends briefly met eyes. Finally Peanut was the first to answer. “I don’t know if it was exactly like how they told us, but… yeah, by the end of the first day we were bonded.”

“Same here,” Blue added, “It didn’t mean we never had problems, but the link formed pretty quickly…”

Lucky sank even lower, pushing her forehead into the ground as tears fell and her voice broke. “Maybe I really am defective.”

The girls huddled closer, looking more like small children comforting a parent. They talked in hushed voices as Lucky slowly admitted to some of what she dealt with at home. That Dave had never really seemed satisfied with her. That his voice was always sharp. That from the very beginning the training involved a rap of the knuckles to the back of her head or a flick of the fingers against her rear. Soon enough she was getting roughly grabbed and squeezed if she said anything he disliked, or she’d receive a swift kick to the ribs if he found her where she shouldn’t be. In fact he seemed to rather like pinning her under his foot as a punishment, so that he didn’t even need to bother reaching down for her. If she failed to satisfy him in bed, he would stuff her in a mason jar and leave her on his nightstand for hours at a time. And as she grew increasingly afraid of him and tried to avoid his presence, she only seemed to incur his wrath more and more.

Blue felt absolutely heartbroken as she listened. Finding a home was supposed to be a chance for a new life. To finally make a connection with someone who was to be your everything. They would have full ownership over you, but above all they were supposed to love you and be your ultimate companion to care for you as long as you live. There was supposed to be an approval process to avoid excessively cruel owners. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

It wasn’t much longer until the playdate finally drew to a close. A massive hand descended from the heavens to gently interrupt the hushed conversation, and Peanut didn’t have to look up any higher than the awaiting fingers to know she was being called. Her master took precedence, but she took a second to connect with the other two, planting one tiny kiss on the top of Lucky’s lowered head, and then taking Blue’s hands as they shared a smile and a significant look. Then she scampered away so that Jim could scoop her up onto a single finger, which she straddled confidently.

Rob followed suit, laying a hand down next to Blue for her to hop onto. “Thanks for hosting this, Jim,” he said with a half smile as he straightened back up.

“Yeah, thanks for coming over,” Jim responded, though he was keeping a wary eye on Dave’s back as the latter gathered his own pet up in his hands.

Once Lucky was put away in her carrier, her owner roughly slung the bag over his shoulder, looking rather bored. He turned back to the other men, looking like he was about to say a similar goodbye and thank you. But then, as if noticing her for the first time, he looked down at Peanut perched on Jim’s finger and smirked.

“I was complaining about mine, but what can you even do with such a puny little thing?” he scoffed, and to Blue’s horror he was raising his hand, finger outstretched, aimed to roughly poke her new friend as if she was just some kind of plastic toy–

Jim pulled his arm back, not letting the finger make contact. “Alright man, that’s enough,” he said with a deathly glare. Clearly implying that Dave would not be receiving a second invite.

@Nyx Not to mention that there’s just as much of an effort to make the giant man attractive

@TakoAlice8 Yeah, that’s fine! I don’t mind people being “normal” sized to me in fantasy any more than I do in real life. Although I’m not particularly keen on being part of a tiny harem or anything… but that’s just because I’m selfish and want my giant all to myself I do like multisize scenarios, multiple tiny people of various sizes interacting. But if I’m self-inserting into that I would always want to be the smallest one heh.

How about you?

@Nyx Meeeee too!

@MightyTinyGiant Wow!! Thank you so much for sharing! What a journey from beginning to end

@Olo Me next me next!

For the longest time, I would have answered that it’s pretty much all self insert for me. I have a rather active imagination when I’m daydreaming, and when I’m reading a story or something it’s not that I imagine myself being the small one, but I do kinda put myself in their shoes. And then about a year ago I started writing my own stories and found so much joy in that. So whenever I’m thinking about scenarios for characters that I’m writing, those I do usually imagine from the outside.

@Olo @SmolChlo Hot dayum. I’m not usually into POV but I certainly make exceptions

Chapter 3

I don’t even have time to blink before he leans forward and presses his mouth onto mine, and at first my eyes widen at the sight of his face, so close that it’s blurry. But I don’t pull away. He pushes harder against me and I hold firm, eyelashes fluttering, breath growing shallow. When he pulls away again I’m left utterly longing.

I try to fight it. Really I do. I try so hard to snap out of it and step away from this man who’s confusing me to no end.

“Ryder,” I whisper, “I… I just, I hardly know you and–”

A powerful wave of dizziness passes through me, taking a good three seconds to disorient me before it’s gone. One… Two… What… just happened? I blink, slowly and deliberately. Huh. I thought I was going to pass out for a moment there, but everything’s fine now. I feel very… very… calm.

Ryder doesn’t seem to have noticed a thing. His cheeks are the slightest bit flush from the intimacy, and he’s still holding my hands in his. He squeezes my fingers as he responds to me.

“I’d like to change that, Isabelle. Like I said, I want to get to know you. I want to discover what makes you tick. Because I have a feeling I’m going to like what I find.”

It’s like my sense of reason has drifted down a river. And I don’t just mean because of hormones. I can’t put my finger on it - it feels like a deliberate and forceful thing somehow…

I mean, okay, thoughts haven’t completely left me. I’m aware of where I am. I’m aware that this entire conversation has been intensely bizarre. I’m aware of the fact that what this man just did might even count as assault. And yet all of these buzzing thoughts are so quiet, so distant. There’s a powerful tranquility in my heart that makes me listen to him, makes me want to open up.

“I don’t know if you’re going to find anything that interesting,” I say softly, “You’ve already figured me out. You’re right, I don’t like to stand out. There isn’t some dramatic reason behind it, I wasn’t traumatized as a child or anything like that. It was just a lot of little things throughout my life, I guess. My parents had pretty high expectations of me from a young age, academically at least. I always hated when the teachers called on me, which happened often. My growth spurt happened really early so I literally stuck out. Ugh, I remember one of the boys in middle school would call me Sasquatch. So many times I wish I could just vanish.”

Ryder doesn’t interrupt me, just listens with a gentle smile on his face and then nods sympathetically when I’m done. “I see…” he says thoughtfully, “You really are hung up on your height, aren’t you?”

“I’m the tallest girl in any of my friend groups. I fell for a guy in high school who rejected me because I was taller than him. I’ve always hated how I look.”

“Well that’s a shame. Because I think you’re adorable, Isabelle. Just look at those big, dark, puppy dog eyes of yours.” He reaches both hands up to take my face in them, the blurry edges of his thumbs just in my line of sight. “You’re as cute as a squirrel. Maybe before this is over you’ll be able to see yourself through my eyes.”

I feel another weird sensation. It’s different this time, more subdued, but after a split second of vertigo I see something that makes me gasp. I’m still looking at Ryder in front of me, gazing up at his chiseled face and entrancing blue eyes. But a different image suddenly superimposes itself in my vision. As if seeing something vividly in my mind’s eye, so vividly that I question what’s real for a moment.

It’s an image of me. Dark eyes looking up in a bit of a pout, mouth slightly ajar, cheeks pink with blush. But it’s not quite like looking at myself in a mirror, it’s from a higher vantage point. And in the vision there are large hands framing the sides of my face.

I jerk back and just like that, the image is gone. I blink furiously and start rubbing at my eyes, knocking away Ryder’s hands in the process. When I cover my face so that I see nothing but darkness, I can still picture it - his face as well as my own.

“Is something wrong?” the soft male voice asks from inches away.

“N-no…” I stutter, “I’m just… I’m… I… ”

Ryder chuckles. “Use your words.”

“Something weird is happening,” I finally confess.

“I have that effect on people.”

“No, that’s not what I mean–”

I groan, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyelids. Out of nowhere my entire body grows warm for a second, a flash of heat lining every square inch of my skin. It’s over before I know it, but I’m disoriented, wavering in place. I take a step back to keep myself from falling over.

“What is it?” Ryder asks.

“I feel dizzy,” I say faintly.

“Best sit down, then.”

My hands are still over my eyes, but his hands firmly take me by the shoulders and slowly turn me around, guiding my movements and making me step backwards. I feel the desk chair against the back of my legs and plop down into it. When I pull my hands away, Ryder’s taking a seat on his bed, our positions now switched.

As I stare at him, I suddenly feel the heat overtake me once more. My entire body is warm right on my skin, and I feel like I’m moving, somehow, even though I know I’m sitting still. And then it all stops again. What is wrong with me? Between the dizziness and the heat flashes and the strange visions, I’m clearly having some very alarming symptoms. In a normal situation I’d be panicking right about now. I’d be calling a doctor, or asking for a ride to the hospital, or Googling furiously to figure out why I’m dying.

But that tranquility that’s been dominating my mind hasn’t quite left me, and I’m still unable to reason properly. All it takes is for me to look into Ryder’s eyes again to feel reassured. As if I’m just being a little silly. Clearly I’m not dying. I’m not even in pain. Everything’s fine.

There’s the heat once again. And this time I realize what that accompanying movement is. As if I was subtly shifting and thus sensing my clothes more as a result, even though I’m not budging. I feel it the most at my feet. As I sit there, warmth kissing my skin like the sun, I notice that my heels aren’t flat against the ground, in fact they’re slowly pivoting so that I’m more and more on my tiptoes. The heat dissipates and things become still, but my feet are barely touching the floor.

I frown, trying to make sense of it. I move my awareness past my legs and take a quick glance around the room. Something is so off. But the conclusion I draw makes no sense.

“Can you see this?” I ask out loud. Maybe I’m going crazy. Odd how the thought doesn’t particularly worry me.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” Ryder responds, corner of his mouth ticking up.

“My feet are off the ground. They were touching the floor just a second ago."

“Huh, so they are. Wonder why that is…" His gaze is still intent on me, and then he reaches a hand out. “Come get your bearings."

His arm is long enough that I barely need to extend mine. My hand is drawn to his like a magnet. And as soon as I make contact I feel a shiver down my spine.

Except… it’s a shiver of pleasure. There’s a not-unpleasant swirling at the pit of my stomach and I worry self-consciously that my palms have started sweating. I find myself biting my lip and am acutely aware of how much I’m blushing right now. I don’t say a word, afraid of what sound might come out if I open my mouth.

Ryder’s fingers close around mine and he helps me back to my feet without standing up from the bed. I gawk at his face as I get up. God, he’s so hot. I’m so captivated that I can think of nothing else for a moment. That stirring at the base of my abdomen is unignorable at this point as I feel increasingly aroused. I know this isn’t the time, but I can’t fucking help it as something as simple as him holding my hand is driving me insane right now. The muscles between my legs tighten uncontrollably.

Finally I yank my eyes away and take a look around myself. Now that I’m standing the change is unmistakable. I’m shorter. Like… a good five or six inches shorter than I was a few minutes ago. If my sweatshirt was oversized before, I’m starting to look like a kid wearing their parent’s clothing. What… in the actual fuck…?

Holy shit, it’s happening again. As I feel the warmth fill my body, I’m able to anticipate it this time, and I watch the changes in my environment. The shelf that used to be at my chin height and had then met my eyeline is now rising to be taller than me. The carpet strands of the shaggy rug I’m standing on tickle my feet as they stretch up towards my ankles. And the butterflies in my stomach are swirling and swirling as Ryder’s hand seems to swell around my own. My face is flushing, the pleasure is insanely distracting. I let out a gasp, but it sounds more like something from an erotic film than one of distress.

The heat dissipates right as my shorts and underwear fall to the floor.

My breath comes in short as I look around wide-eyed. I’ve imagined so many times what it might be like to be shorter, but this is ridiculous. “Something’s happening, Ryder,” I choke out.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he responds, amused. He’s still holding my hand and I don’t resist him when he pulls me closer to him. I don’t even question how nonchalant he’s being. “If I had to guess, it looks like you’re only about… hmmm, maybe four… four and half feet tall? And we were just talking about how much you hated your height.”

Even though he’s sitting and I’m standing, my eye level is slightly below his. My sweatshirt is big enough to be like a dress - a rather revealing one, but it covers my butt nevertheless. Ryder lets go of my hand and instead reaches down to my leg, just under the hem of my hoodie. His fingers wrap around my bare thigh without any hesitation, and he gently begins massaging it. I’m unable to suppress the quiet moan this elicits. Despite what should probably be seen as an emergency, his touch is just so enchanting.

And then he gives my leg a tighter squeeze and it’s suddenly all so obvious. Right as he puts on the pressure, I feel a wave of heat and I lose another inch or two right then and there.

“Starting to see why we’re compatible?” Ryder asks with a smirk.

I blink at him, bewildered. “You’re doing this, aren’t you?” I confront.

His smirk becomes a grin. “Busted.”

“You’re doing something to my brain,” I say, short of breath from my cocktail of apprehension and arousal. “You’re making me okay with this even though I shouldn’t be.”

“‘Making you’ is a little strong. It’s all within you, Isabelle. I’m just helping it come to the surface.”

I shake my head in weak protest. Finding my words is like grasping at smoke. “No, that… that’s not…”

And there’s that influx of calm. As if a dose of anesthetics was being pumped straight into my veins, immediately sedating the rising fear. I can’t think straight, but that doesn’t seem to really matter right now. There’s nothing to worry about. Ryder’s here with me, everything’s alright.

He’s massaging my thigh again and I manage to stay on my feet despite feeling weak in the knees. My chest heaves under the heavy weight of my shirt and hoodie. And I’m slowly shrinking again, I’m warm and I’m wet and I’m gasping for air. As I lose height, his comparatively growing hand, despite staying level, naturally makes its way higher up my leg, under the edge of my clothes. The fingers open up as I dwindle, ready to gently catch my descending rear. He feels me up, and now I’m seeing the signs of lust in his eyes. My hands clench into fists at my side as I put all of my energy into the simple act of standing upright under the force of all the other sensations crashing down over me like the ocean.

After a few moments of fondling and caressing, Ryder switches gears. His hand traces along the side of my hip, he slips it between my legs, and then smoothly inserts his middle finger inside me. I gasp and sigh and moan, squeezing my eyes shut as my body contracts. Even though it’s just one finger, I can feel it expanding and all of my muscles are tightening around it. The digit curls in, pleasuring me with a confident ease. Despite the tranquility that’s covering me like a weighted blanket, my heart is racing as the ecstasy builds and builds.

“Let’s see if we can peel back some of those layers,” the growing man murmurs, “Uncover the real you… Will you come on this journey with me?”

I open my eyes and look up at him - yes, I’m having to look way up despite him sitting on his bed - and he’s wearing a cocky smirk.

“Get it?” he says, hand squeezing, “Come?”

I yelp as I release, my juices flooding his generous fingers, the warmth no longer from the shrinking effect but from my own overwhelming lustful flame. My knees finally give out.

@Olo Ahhhh someone make this app stat

@SmolChlo It’ll be way more subtle than the actual Arietty room but mark my words I will (attempt to) make giant flowers one day!!

I have two different “modes” I guess. One favorite is right at 3 inches (but anything between 2-4 inches works). So tiny, but also still nice for cuddling. I don’t hate sizes above that, but anything above 6 or so inches and I start getting a little bored, for me the bigger sizes are just fun places to pause in the midst of getting shrunken down.

I’m also a lover of extreme size differences, so when I’m in the mood then the smaller the better. The thought of being nothing but a speck to a gigantic man and completely at his mercy is pretty intoxicating. But even then I guess I have my limits, I wouldn’t want to actually be invisible to him and get lost. But barely visible? Yes please.

@SmolChlo @Olo You guys are the best

@Olo When you own a tiny, your fingers no longer belong to you