Well, that is a tough question. On one hand, I am at all times filled with the urge to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentation of their women. But on the other hand, I am just a big teddy bear with a few fucked up fetishes. So even though I would love nothing more than to enslave the human race and make the world my personal toybox, I’m just too nice to go through with it. Might take up a job as construction equipment or something?
If I had a dollhouse for my little pets, then it would be for the willing ones. There are just too many structural weaknesses in a dollhouse for a clever enough tiny to exploit. So until the sweet little ladies come to understand their new living situation, they are going to be spending most of their time in either a birdcage, or my underwear~. 
@olo I mean, sure, who hasn’t wanted to try devouring their enemies?
The third one sounds absolutely delightful~. Did you have any posses in mind? Because an over-the-shoulder shot of a mini-giant holding a helpless screaming woman in a way that pins her legs to her sides while he uses her like an onahole would be just spectacular~!
That last one looks so much cuter than the rest for some reason! I just wanna snatch her up and give her kisses all over her widdle body! 
@foreverlurk Honestly, that sounds like the best and worst superpower in the universe. Have you ever had any problems caused by this in life, or is it just all upsides?
My ideal tiny would have to be a grumpy slut, or a scared little prisoner just trying her best not to anger me~.
And for size, I’d have to say either 2-ft to 5 or 4-inch~.
The reason I picked those personalities is that I think those would be the cutest kinds of tinies to have. One would be like a proud little kitten, assertive and confrontational until you feed or start petting her, then she’s all yours~. The other would be the best for a power trip, they know that they only live based on you’re whims, and that is terrifying for them, but arousing for me~.
Pick By Shrunkenryan https://www.deviantart.com/shrunkenryan/art/SW-new-home-805168153
She looks a little reluctant to go where she belongs.
Alix walked through the mall, it was not as busy as it used to be, but it made him nostalgic to take a few laps around the place. Alix was a thirty-two-year-old white man, curly dark brown hair, green eyes, and a clean-shaven face. Some women have told him that he was attractive, but he never really believed it. He looked around at the shops, and the one new thing that he was never going to get used to, was tiny people. About twelve or so years ago, something people have taken to calling, the great shrink, reduced twenty percent of the human population to minuscule sizes. Some people only shrank three or four feet, while others became less than an inch tall. Obviously, it caused chaos in the first few years, even collapsed a few countries with more of their population hit than others. But in the western world, at least, things have calmed down enough for things to return to as close to normal as you can get. All the tinies that he saw were in regular-sized people’s hands or shirt pockets, except for one unfortunate woman. She was a foot tall and dressed like a stripper, a man just a head taller than Alix holding her leash.
“Disgusting.” Alix muttered to himself, he didn’t much care for how some people treated tiny folk. A few years into the crisis, a law was passed that stated anyone who was shrunk to the point that they could not care for themselves had to have a mandatory caregiver. But no laws that enforced a standard quality of life came with it, so a law meant to protect little folk ended up legalizing tiny slavery. Alix couldn’t imagine the hell that some of the poor little things went through. People deserved better than to be treated like pets or toys, in his humble opinion. Alix then heard something, it sounded like crying, but it was very faint. He turned his head to find that it was coming from a garbage can, fearing the worst, he rushed over to look inside of it. What he saw horrified and disgusted him.
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ten minutes ago
Julia was shaking in terror, she had no idea what the man holding her had in mine, but from the perverted look on his face, it wasn’t good. Julia was a twenty-four-year-old woman of middle-eastern descent, with blue eyes and long black hair. She was very beautiful, a fact she loathed ever since she was shrunk. Her whole family shrunk when she was twelve, the great shrink they called it. They were discovered by looters and eventually sold off. She had never seen her mother or father since but was sure they suffered a similar fate to what she was going through right then. She spent the first few years of her enslavement as a little girl’s doll. The brat was only a year or two older than she was. After her owner became, to old for toys, she sold Julia to a boy in her class. And from then on, she was passed around like a pack of gum. Years of suffering the curiosity and twisted perversions of giant men, the poor tiny was painfully aware of her place in the new world order, she was a toy.
“Yo, Bruce! Where you been, man? We have been waiting for like an hour!”
“Sorry guys, I just got my hands on something that will totally make our day.” When he opened his hand, the two other men looked down at the five-inch tall Julia cowering in his palm. She looked up at them, and her heart sunk. They looked like red-neck country types, and from personal experience, those were the kind of people that treated her the worst.
“Dude! Where did you get an Arab bitch?”
“Bought her off of this guy I knew in high school. Figured we could have some fun with the whore while we hang out!”
“Guys, I think I remember this one. Ya! I used to stuff her in my pants every day before school. Get over here and give your old Master a kiss!” One of the punks grabbed Julia up and placed his lips on her face. Kissing her so hard that not only did he suck most of the air from her lungs, but she felt like her eyes were going be pulled from her skull as well. Unfortunately, she did not pass out by the time he broke off the kiss, which means that she would have to be awake for what was about to happen.
“Dude! Who said it was your turn with it!?”
“I did! Now shut up, and let me relive this!” He then unzipped his pants and moved poor Julia into the front of his underwear. She recoiled at the smell of his unwashed dick. No matter how often she was shoved into men’s pants, she never got used to it. Nevertheless, Julia knew what was expected of her, and so got to work pleasing the brute. Using her hands, elbows, knees, and feet to rub up and down the massive cock. She could hear muffled moans of pleasure from outside of her stinking prison, as well as the other two, saying something, but she could not make out what. She had only just started licking and kissing the prick when a hand picked her out of the pants and handed her to one of the other two.
“My turn. Hope you’re as good as he said you are, or you’re going to get it!” The man chomped his massive teeth inches from Julia’s head, making the poor little woman yelp in horror to the amusement of her tormentors. She was then stuffed into the bastard’s pants. She worked double-time to make sure she would avoid the gnashing jaws of the possibly inbred giant. She grinded on his manhood. It pressed her against the walls of his underwear and pants as it hot hard from her dutiful attention. Soon enough, she was picked from that hot, humid hell and placed into another. She lost track of how long she was passed around between the three, but she knew it was too long. While working over one of the yoculs throbbing dicks, she felt it twitch in the way that only happened when they were bout to cum. And cum he did, every shot of hot sticky wight stuff hit Julia right in the face and dripped down the rest of her body. She was then yanked forcefully from the cum stained crotch and looked up at an angry hillbilly.
“You stupid fucking, Muslim sand-nigger! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable I’m going to be all day because you made me cum inside my pants rather than out of it!? WELL, DO YOU!?!?!?”
“I’m sorry mast-” Julia was cut off by a flick to her gut, which at her size was the same as a hard punch. She curled up into the puddle of cum in her owner’s palm, soon feeling a wad of spit from the cruel giant hit her back.
“Speak when your given permission whore! You know what, actually? I don’t need a stupid cum rag that can’t even do its job right! I’m putting you where you belong, you Arab skank!” Julia was then roughly tossed into the trash as her owner stormed off. The other two stayed only long enough to cum on her before following their friend. This had not been the worst she had been treated, but it was still quite the horrible thing to experience. She began to curl up in the quickly cooling cum puddle and cry, not just from how sore her body was from all the whoring she did, not even from the pain in her bruised gut, but from despair. This was her life, the life of a toy, and if she wasn’t “lucky” enough to be spotted by the one in charge of changing the garbage, this was how her life was going to end. A shadow then began to loom over Julia, and when she looked up, she saw a man. He might have been a bit older than the last three and was at least more handsome. The way he looked down on her in horror and revulsion made her feel right at home in the trash, was that all she was now, she thought to herself.
“I know this is a stupid question, but are you ok?” Are you ok? Julia simply stared up at the giant in confusion and wonder. The last time someone asked if she was ok was when one of her old owners had battered her into unconsciousness with his dick inside a pocket pussy. She did not know how to respond. She felt so very far from ok, but she could still be used technically, so she nodded her head up and down.
“You don’t look ok to me. Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” He reached down and plucked her from the trash and hurried off to the men’s room with her. The warm water felt good on her aching body, and the had sope helped get the dick and cum smell off. Though she hadn’t felt clean in years, she was at least physically clean. What shocked Julia a little was that her new owner, at least she thought he might keep her, let her clean and dry herself rather than use washing her as an excuse to feel her up.
“There we go, all clean. My name is Alix, by the way. What’s yours?” Julia didn’t say her real name right away, thinking about what the last thing her old Master called her before disposing of her like garbage.
“Arab skank, that was what my old Master called me. But you can call me whatever you want, Master.” Alix looked a little sad hearing that. Julia was worried that she might get punished for some reason and braced herself for whatever he would do.
“No, not… Not what you were called, your name. I want to know your real name.”
“My name? My name… My name is Julia.”
“Nice to meet you, Julia. I just wish it was under different circumstances. If it’s alright with you, I’ll be taking care of you from now on. Or at least, as long as you want me to. Are you ok with that?” Julia was stunned, confused, and a little scared. Why was he being so nice about this? She thought to herself. She was a possession, a toy, you didn’t have to be nice to toys. And yet there he was, treating her with all the common decency that someone would give a regular-sized woman. Every bone in Julia’s body told her that this was a trick, that this kindness was meant to hurt her somehow. But kind or cruel, she was his now, even if she said no, and he was as nice as he seemed. What choice did she have but being his pet?
“Yes, I will be yours, Master.” Julia gave a half bow. Big people loved it when she bowed; it reinforced their superiority and her subservience. But her new owner seemed to disapprove.
“You don’t have to call me Master. Alix is fine. Unless you just feel more comfortable calling me that, then I suppose I could live with it.” Every word out of her new Master’s mouth only confused and unsettled her. Julia just nodded to him, unsure of how to respond to the unusually nice giant. He then moved her into his shirt pocket, much more gently than she was used to being handled. As he carried her off, Julia wondered if he was as nice as he seemed. She was only used to cruelty. The idea that anyone bigger than her would be this kind was unthinkable until now. Tired and aching, she drifted off to sleep in the bigger man’s warm pocket. Truth or trick, she would find out later.
(Hello everyone, it’s your one true king, MRGOBLINKING7!!! This is my first post on this lovely sight, feel free to tell me how shit it is. and if you like it, for some reason, you can still let me know if you like. Have a wonderful life, my little goblins!)
@smolchlo Never fear, or at least fear a reasonable amount, as long as your about as good as you are naughty, I doubt you would progress to the second tier of punishments. 
@olo Oh… Well, I completely misunderstood the rule when I read it then. Expect much more fucked up shit from me in the future then! 
(Inspired heavily by the video, “The Best Way To Start The Day”, by Paramouth Pictures. If you like first-person giantess vore, they’re the ones to see! Here is the link to the inspirational video in particular! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu6fZnRrECU&t=239s)
Morgen four o’clock in the morning, same as she always did, that would be pretty early for a human being, but not a borrower. She put on her borrowing gear. This included s hat with chin straps to stuff her curly brown hair in, various leather pads, a side pouch on each hip, and a backpack. Her body was lean but muscled; her reward for years of par core needed to borrow nowadays. She mused to herself how her father always threw such a fit when she wanted to go out borrowing with him. But he and her brother both went missing about five years past, so Morgen had to learn how to borrow independently thanks to her dad’s sexism. She figured that she was pretty good at it. She hadn’t been seen yet, after all. She started off her day in the cereal cupboard, grains lasted a while, so after getting a side pouch full of it, she would be good for a time. The bag of cream of wheat was on its side as always, so leaning into grab what she needed was easy. It was then that she heard footsteps.
“Fuck!” She spat as she heard him coming. The bean that owned the house was named Bob. A lazy, slightly overwait young man, who usually would be asleep until noon. Morgan panicked, she didn’t have enough time to run back to her wall tunnel, so she dived into the cream of wheat.
“OK, BOB, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO EAT?” She heard him say as he opened the cupboard.
“Oh, if there is a loving God, please don’t let him find me…” Morgan prayed. She was raised on horror stories of what would happen to her if a bean ever discovered her. Squished was the most likely outcome, or ripped limb from limb, or flushed down the toilet! A cold sweat rolled down her body as his giant hand rummaged around. Morgan’s heart sank as she felt the bag she was in getting picked up.
“Fuck… I’m going to die…” She felt cold as the realization of her imminent end dawned on her. Soon she was poured out of the bag with the cereal into a pot.
“I HATE HOW LONG THE WATER IN THIS PLACE TAKES TO HEAT U- WAIT, WHAT IS THAT?” Bob said as he looked down into the pot, directly at Morgan. She never actually saw him this close before. If she wasn’t overwhelmed with unimaginable horror, she might have even found him cute. When he reached down to pick her out of the cream of wheat, she panicked and tried to run, not that she could have gotten far in the pot. He grabbed her up easily. Her arms were pinned to her side as she was lifted to his shocked and aw-struck face.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD? WHO- NO WHAT ARE YOU?”
“I… I…” Morgan sputtered out, unable to speak from the fear. His massive eyes moved down ever so slightly, seeing that just under her shoulders, Morgan’s breasts were also sticking out from the top of his closed hand. He then casually moved his thumb to begin molesting her left tit, using his free hand to keep making his breakfast.
“Hay! Stop that!” She screamed as she wiggled in his grasp with renewed vigor. Bob chuckled at the useless resistance Morgan gave, his perverted smile dominating her field of vision.
“SO, THE LITTLE MOUSE CAN TALK. DO YOU HAVE A TAIL, LITTLE MOUSE?” He said as he opened his palm and moved his other hand to begin stripping the poor borrower. Though strongly built for her size, Morgan could do nothing as the massive fingers and nails ripped and tore at her clothing. Her squirming and futile efforts to keep at least something covering her body greatly amused the sadistic bean.
“Stop that now! If you’re going to kill me, just do it, you fuck!” Morgan yelled at the monster molesting her. Giving him a glare that would have stopped him dead in his tracks if she was his size, but on her tiny face, Bob just thought it was adorable.
“PRETTY TOUGH TALK FOR SOMEONE WHO COULD FIT IN A SANDWICH. ACTUALLY… YOU ARE CUTE ENOUGH TO EAT… WHY NOT?” Morgan’s blood ran cold as she heard the bean’s plans for her. She was so stunned in horror that she barely noticed his massive tongue moving down to taste her until it slid up her belly, over her cheats, and got slobber right on her face.
“GOOD, BUT COULD BE BETTER. I KNOW, HOW ABOUT A DRINK?” Bob asked sarcastically as his soon-to-be meal wiggled and writhed in his now-closed hand. Morgan was in full panic mode, desperately trying to flee for dear life, doing everything she could think of to escape being eaten. He then dropped her into what looked like a giant beer mug, dumping what tasted like scoop after scoop of hot cocoa mix onto the poor girl.
“Let me out! Please, I’m not food! I’m a person! You can’t just eat me! Please!”
“I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, BE A GOOD LITTLE SPOON AND HELP ME STIR MY COFFEE, AND I WILL THINK ABOUT LETTING YOU GO!” Bob then started pouring the coffee into the cup. Morgan yelped as it touched her. It was like stepping into a shower that was just too hot to be comfortable. But desperation helped her push through the pain, kicking and spinning in the glass as it slowly filled. When he finally ran out of coffee, he topped his drink off with a few shots of Irish cream liquor. He made sure to splash the alcohol right in Morgan’s face as he poured it in.
“WELL, IT CERTAINLY LOOKS LIKE YOU DID A GOOD JOB STIRRING MY DRINK… BUT HOW WILL I KNOW FOR SURE IF I DON’T TAKE A SIP!?”
“No! Please! I did what you asked! Please don’t drink me!” Morgan screamed as Bob brought his lips far too close to her for comfort, tilting the mug back as he started drinking the Irish coffee cocoa. She desperately tried to move as far from him as possible, only to slide closer and closer to his massive lips. He then stopped just short of eating her, tilting the glass back to being upright as he licked his lips.
“YUMMY! THAT WAS THE BEST MORNING PICK-ME-UP I’VE EVER HAD. I HAVE ONE MORE THING FOR YOU TO STIRE!” Before Morgan could even protest, she was dumped into a bowl of cream of wheat. Two slices of butter were flicked at her from the butterknife, three spoonfuls of sugar were dumped on her head, and she was then splashed with a fourth cup of freezing cold milk. Mogan was miserable, but she pushed through it. Hoping beyond hope that he would, if not let her go, at least let her live after he was done humiliating her. He then began tormenting her relentlessly, between bites. Picking her up with his spoon, only to drop her back in the bowl, splashing spoonfuls on her head, using his spoon to hold her down under the cereal for a few moments before letting her back up for air. Morgan was in hell, crying as she was abused and tormented for the amusement of Bob. After some time passed, the bowl became almost empty. He then scooped up the last of the cream of wheat, with Morgan along with it.
“Please… You said you would let me go…” She whimpered as she was brought closer and closer to the monstrous grin of her soon-to-be murderer.
“I SAID I WOULD THINK ABOUT IT. AND I’VE DECIDED TO EAT YOU ANYWAY! GOODBYE, LITTLE MOUSE, HAVE FUN IN MY BELLY~.” Morgan was too weak even to try and escape as her battered and bruised body was slowly placed inside of the bean’s mouth.
“No… Please… No…” Tears rolled down the poor borrowers cereal covered cheeks as his mouth closed around her. He was no more gentle with his tongue than he was with the spoon. Bob rolled the poor little thing all over his mouth, pressing her to the roof of it as he licked viciously at her breasts and crotch. Not being satisfied with just eating her as he get in a quick rape. Finally, after God knows how long torturing her, he let her just lay on his tongue and opened his mouth. Tears streaming from the pain, Morgan weakly crawled towards the opening. Giving one last desperate attempt to try and escape her doom, only for bob to start tilting his head back.
“You monster… Not like this… Please, God, not like this…” Morgan whimpered meekly. She was not strong enough to climb out of his mouth, as battered and worn out she was. Bawling as she slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his gaping maw, Morgan’s whales of despair were drowned out by Bob’s defining laughter that came from the gullet that was soon to claim her. All it took was one gulp for his massive throat to consume her. The muscles in Bob’s throat almost crushed the life out of her as they forced her deeper inside him. Soon enough, however, she was dropped into a dark, humid place. She couldn’t see a thing, but she did not need to see to know where she was.
“Why… Why did this happen to me… Please let me out… I’m not food… I’m not food…” Morgan then started to become lightheaded from the lack of air. Drifting off to what she knew was her final sleep, she wondered if there was an afterlife and if her family was waiting for her. And after about a half-hour inside the cruel belly of the evil bean, she would find out.
