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@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!

Damian was what one would call a bit of a shut-in. Not that he didn’t go outside, mind you, it’s just that he didn’t have many friends. However, with a combination of good luck and hard work, mixed with his lack of social life, he could take up an otherwise expensive hobby. The twenty-six-year-old returned home and looked at the package he had received, and proceeded to open it.

…

Juno had awoken from her deep sleep, the last thing she remembered was a night of intense passion, and now, she had awoken to being a transparent coffin, looking up at what she could only describe as a god. Juno was a Myrmidon, meaning that she looked like a human woman in every way, except that she was a little less than three inches tall and looked to be wearing a bikini of black ant exoskeleton and had an extra set of arms.

“W-What’s happening!?” She screamed as she tried to push open her prison, but the gargantuan man holding her would not let it open. He then set her down in a vast and barren field, next to a flat stone and a massive water bowl. She was then able to at last break free from her confinement. But, looking around frantically, she could see a similar, mostly invisible barrier boxed in the wasteland’s edges.

“LUNCHTIME.” The titan said in his booming voice. At first, Juno thought that she would be devoured, fleeing from the giant hand coming down from the sky. But it soon left, and when she looked to where it had been, a cube of raw meat and broccoli was left on the flat stone. She let out the breath she was holding. The titan meant that he was feeding her.

“Th-Thank you…” Juno said to the mind-bogglingly large man looming over her. She then made her way over to the stone and began digging in.

…

It had been only a week since Damian had gotten his pet Myrmidon colony. In that time, the Queen had laid dozens of eggs. Her tiny squeals of pain as she did were a little hard for him to listen to, but there was little he could do. And as he looked down on her feeding her larva, he noticed a pattern. She was only providing a third of them meat, and the rest were getting vegetables. Looking it up, Damian found out that it meant the ones eating meat would be warriors, and the rest would be workers.

“What would she need warriors for?” He whispered to himself. It was most likely that she was working on instinct, but he had heard of Myrmidon colonies being able to break out of their tanks and try to overthrow their owners. But he decided to wait and see how things developed.

…

Juno looked at how much her daughters had grown, and she couldn’t have been more proud of them. Her children all worked together to form a genuinely remarkable colony. The workers, cute little darlings a third of her size, dug many tunnels, finding many stones that she taught them how to break down and use as construction material. And her strong guardians, standing at half her height, patroled their domain, looking for trouble-makers and outside threats alike. Juno was in the egg chamber, lovingly tending to her unhatched daughters, when a guardian came running in.

“Mother, come quick! The titan has done something to the surface!” The poor dear looked panicked, confused, and needing Juno to guide her.

“Remain calm, my dear. I will investigate this personally.” Juno strode through her domain, putting on a brave face for her children but being just as worried. While the titan had never harmed her of her daughters, but knowing that he could wipe them out with no effort made her wary of the massive god-thing. But all her fears were swept aside the moment she saw what her children worried about.

“What is it, mother!?”

“Is it going to eat us!?”

“Why does it have green bits on its claws!?” Some of the workers asked in panicked voices, pointing to a Bonzi tree the titan must have planted. Juno made a concerted effort not to laugh. This was new and strange for her once too.

“It is not a creature, girls. It is a plant, a living thing from the realm of my mother. And if it is anything like the ones where I was raised, then it will make a food known as fruit. The titan has blessed us as he always has. Rejoice!” As her children calmed down, others cheering, Juno looked up. And sure sunshine, the titan was overseeing all of this, and she made a respectful bow to the gentle giant.

…

Damian had grown somewhat worried about his little world. The population was growing a little too rapidly, and they were running out of living space.

“Well, I can’t just tell her to hold it in whenever she’s about to lay an egg, can I?” He muttered to himself. He was warned about making sure he had enough room for the colony by the three months faze, but his work had kept him distracted. So he decided to look up solutions. The first one he found was to introduce a predator, he was a little unsure about that one, he didn’t want to murder the poor little things. The second was simply expanding the living area, connecting one tank to another with tubing. The website said that three standard fish tanks would be more than good enough to sustain a stable population of one colony.

“Ya, that sounds good, but I can’t afford to do the whole package right away. Oh, what’s this?” He again said to himself, a habit he would not consider unhealthy. He then noticed a solution to his problem, at least a bandaid for it.

…

Juno was proud of her children’s accomplishments. Books and clothes made from the grass the titan planted, delicious jams made from the fruits of their tree, and the tunnels of their mighty hive were expansive and sturdy. But if one thing was clear, it was that things were getting crowded. She loved her children dearly, but wished there was not quite so many. Then Athena, the guard captain, walked in with a somehow more stern expression than usual.

“Queen mother, the titan has expanded the realm. Another walled dimension like ours was placed beside us on the northern rim, great tubes that we could easily fit three guards at a time through.”

“Wonderful news. But then, what troubles you, my sweet girl?”

“When we explored the new realm…” Athena paused, seeming to be unsure how to respond. “We found outsiders.” Juno sat at attention. When it came to Myrmidon, strangers always meant enemies. Fear for her children gripped her heart. Did the titan feel that their numbers needed thining?

“How many?”

“Three, they claim to have been sent by the titan himself. Should I bring them in?” Juno nodded, and Athena obeyed. To the naked eye, the three standing before her would be indistinguishable from her children, but a mother knows.

“Who are you, and why are you in my realm?” Juno made sure to be as intimidating as possible, and it succeeded.

“W-W-We were sent by our god to yours… A-And from what I can see… You could use us.”

“What are you implying, outsider!?” Juno slammed her fist against the arm of her throne, making the three of them flinch. It took a few moments longer than before for one of them to respond.

“F-Forgive my sister, y-your majesty! What she meant t-to say is that we are experts in fields of science that your children are not.”

“Fore e-example, we noticed that there is nothing made of metal.”

“And though masterful, I-I’ve noticed that your stonework could be improved.” Juno was furious. To think some strangers would just come barging into her home, uninvited and unwanted, and insult her family! But the titan had sent them, so executing them for hurt feelings might not be the best idea.

“You will be allowed to prove your words. But if I find out that this is some kind of trick, you will all be torn apart and consumed! To the library with them, have our wise women interrogate them at once!”

“Yes, my Queen!” Athena then had the tree trembling scholars dragged from her throne room. She then rubbed her eyes out of stress, praying that the titan knew what he was doing.

…

Damian looked over the four tanks that made up his colony, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of how it turned out. The first tank was entirely converted into living space, the second into food production, the third to waste treatment, and the fourth into mineral processing and manufacturing. He was particularly proud of the fourth tank. Every empty soda can he had, was placed there and turned into tools, pipping, and armor. It took years of love and care to get the colony to such heights, and on his first try too. But then he noticed something; there seemed to be some sort of festival. He would lean in to get a better look.

“Oh, wow…” He was in aw. Some of the larvae were royal, three princesses and one prince. He was happy that his little pet civilization was happy, but there was a problem. More than one Queen would mean civil war, countless dead before the new one was crowned.

“Well… I suppose I should head to the chatrooms and see who wants some queens and a king.” Damian then went and did just that. It would take him some time, but queens were in high demand. He might even get some money for them. The king he knew he would make a profit on. Males were rare among Myrmidon, and he knew people that would give an arm and a leg for one. But as people responded to his posting, his heart sank. The birth of royal young meant that his first queen was dying.

…

Juno was in her bed; she found it hard to move in recent days. The titan took three of her royal children, much like she was all those years ago. Only now did she understand why, if they had stayed, they would have killed each other over her grave.

“I’ve brought you soup, mother. Cube meat and broccoli, you’re favorite.”

“Thank you, Persephone.” She took the soup from her daughter with her withered old hands. Her child looked on the verge of tears seeing how much her mother struggled. “Has the titan sent you a man yet?”

“No, mother, not yet.”

“Well, he will. Don’t you worry about that, if there is one universal constant, it’s that the titan provides.”

“I don’t want to talk about the future, mother. I want to talk about right now, about how your feeling.” Juno laughed a little at that.

“Ok, sweetheart, what did you want to talk about?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“I am the most comfortable person in the entire realm. How have you been, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been doing ok.” Persephone said in a tone that made it very clear that she was not all right. The two conversed for what would be the last time. Neither felt like they said enough or that there were even enough words to say. Juno went to sleep that night and didn’t wake up. The first Queen of the realm had passed.

…

Damian was a little sad, but not nearly as sad as the colony was. He saw and heard their cries of sorrow; it was a solid week of mourning. The workers had constructed an elaborate tumb for her, Juno he thought her name was. He was able to trade his male Myrmidon for another, and he had already done his part and died long ago. And even though the hive was producing new young, they seemed to be having a tough time moving on from their original Queen.

“How to lift their spirits?” He questioned himself, then snapped his fingers. Finally, he knew what to do. He then got onto his computer, looking up the logistics, pricing, and everything else he needed to make his plane work.

…

Persephone had just finished laying her first clutch of eggs. It felt like hell, and while she was happy that it was over, she lamented that this was just the beginning. She was leaning on two of her sisters as she stumbled to her bed, but then a guard came rushing in.

“Sister Queen! The titan he… By the offering rock, he… You have to see it!” Persephone waved one of her left arms limply, signaling her carriers to move her to the balcony. What she saw made her break down in tears. A giant statue of her mother, made of gold by the looks of it, had to be almost half a foot tall. The figure was of her in her prime, beautiful, kind, the spitting image of an all-powerful goddess of life. She could even read the plack at the statue’s feet from her palace.

“Juno, the first mother…” The new Queen read aloud through tears. The titan mourned with them, at least, that is how she interpreted it. She, like her mother, had lingering doubts about if the titan really cared. And somehow, seeing that he did, lifted a burden from Persephone. A seemingly immortal god, shed tears along with the rest of them. This grand gesture touched not only her heart, but those of the entire colony, and they made praise to the titan, for his power seemed only matched by his empathy for the mortal things he cared for.

@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?

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@size_master Oh my fucking GOD! This was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve found all day!

When I was very young, I found a Mulan happy meal toy, and it truly fascinated me. It had more moving parts than normal toy’s so I liked putting it in funny or cool poses. I had it for a while, at some point, I just kinda started kissing it. moving my fingers over it in ways I didn’t think about before. After that, I just started thinking about all the things a guy could do with a little woman. And then we got high-speed internet, which exposed me to more of it, and that is the one true king’s story of developing that part of my long list of fetishes.

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Well, that was odd at parts, but quite lovely.

Man, my significant other would kill me if I brought a tiny home as a pet. But I might get it worse if I shrunk them to be honest!

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Molly Locket was wondering how she was going to make it. The poor thirty-two-year-old was pulling at her hair while looking over the bills she needed to pay to keep her farm.

“Stupid drunk ass bastard husband! Oh, I can totally backflip off that donkey, stupid dead fucker!” Molly screamed as she slammed her fists on her desk. She never much cared for the now desist Philp Locked. She only married him because he was a successful pig farmer and didn’t smell quite as bad as the rest of the “men” in town. But it became pretty clear that he preferred the company of a beer bottle to hers, not that she was a particularly lustful woman, but she still had needs. Plus his drinking made him less than careful, leading to his recent demise. And all the farmhands were his drinking buddies and quit the moment that it became clear that Molly expected them to actually do their jobs. Less help meant she couldn’t take care of as many pigs, meaning she had to sell most of them off at discounted prices, and she couldn’t raise enough to keep up with house payments.

“Ok, get ahold of yourself, woman…” She then got up and walked to her mirror. She wasn’t bad-looking. Curly brown hair hung past her shoulders, she did have a bit of a belly, but most people didn’t notice. “Maybe I could go down to the bank? That kid Danny just inherited it from his grandfather. Maybe if I offered some alone time with- No, we are not quite that desperate yet!” Molly scolded herself. She was not some harlot, selling it on the street to the first fella who winks at her. But it might just get that far if things don’t start looking up.

THUNK!

“What the fuck!” The noise came from the pig pens, so she moved fast. Grabbing her husband’s shotgun, making sure it was loaded, then investigated. She left her lantern inside, not wanting to signal any trespassers.

“Keep it down, you bastards! We don’t want to get caught!”

“Sorry, Trave, these ugly things are too slippery.” Two deep but hushed voices bickered back and forth. Molly crept up on the pig pens and was horrified by what she saw. Giants, three of them, fifteen, maybe twenty-five feet tall, a bit on the small side for giants. They were trying to steal her livestock, but the pigs were not giving them an easy time. Molly began to shake like a leaf. Everyone knows the stories. She would be lucky if they just killed her. But it was her livelihood they were fucking with, and if she just let them take whatever they liked, she might as well put that shotgun of hers in her mouth. She then took a deep breath and hoped she wasn’t doing something stupid when she popped out and pointed her gun at them.

“FREEZ, DIRTBAGS!” Molly screamed at the top of her lungs. The three of them turned in shock, one of them putting his hands up before getting smacked by the one next to him.

“Put your fucking hands down!”

“But she has a gun!”

“We are giants! We can just step on her and call it a night!”

“Try it, punk!” The mouthy giant growled and charged at her, earning him a shotgun shell in his shoulder.

“GAW! Fucking cunt, that hurts!”

“So sorry about that pumpkin~.” Molly said in a sarcastically sweet tone. “I was aiming for your head, try that again, and I can make that pain go away~. You want that~?” He growled aggressively but made no move toward her. “Good, now what the hell are you freaks doing on my land anyhow?”

“The swamp we lived in was drained, and now we’re looking for a new ho-”

“Don’t tell her shit!” The wounded giant screamed as he smacked his friend.

“So, you fella’s have nowhere to go?” The three of them nodded. “Any of you good with carpentry, by chance?”

“We built our own homes back in the swamp, does that count?” The chatty one said as an idea formed in Molly’s mind.

“How you fella’s feel about farm work?”

…

It had been a month since Molly took the giants in, and so far, they didn’t make her regret it. She learned their names by that point. Damon was the leader of the clan, Molly didn’t think three giants counted as a clan, but he treated it like it was. Travis was a berzerker with messy hair and beard, bulging muscles, and a bad attitude, but Damon kept him from causing trouble. Billy was the youngest, just following the other two and doing whatever he was told. Molly could tell he was sweet on her, making controlling him much easier than the others.

“Soups on! Come get some!” Molly rang the dinner bell, and from the rumbling of the ground, it was heard. Three of the most oversized bowls she had were filled with pork stew, and Damon and Travis dug in right away, but Billy took a moment to talk to Molly.

“Um, Misses Locket? I found these flowers and thought you might like them.” The young giant handed her a messy massive handful of yellow and blue wildflowers. Not the prettiest bokay she was ever given, but it was sweet.

“Aw, aren’t you sweet as sugar!” She took the bokay from Billy, earning an adorable blush from the lovestruck giant. “I’ll just find somewhere to keep these. You go eat up.” Molly walked into the other room, hearing what Billy’s clan had to say about it.

“You’re such a kiss ass, Billy-Boy.”

“Shut up, Travis! No harm in given the boss-lady some flowers.”

“Look, if you want her, just take her. She’s small and-”

“Enough.” Damon ordered, silencing his subordinates. “Travis, you will respect Bill’s feelings, and refrain from any talk of, taking our hostess. Understood?”

“Whatever you say, D.”

“And Bill, I would be cautious. We live here at the Farmer’s discretion, and if you make things awkward, we may be forced to leave. Understood?”

“Ya, Boss…”

“Good, now when Misses Locket is done eavesdropping and rejoins the table, we will forget this conversation.” Molly had the most awkward look on her blushing face when she walked back in. A look that Billy and Travis shared, the rest of the dinner passed in silence.

…

Winter was coming, and the bears were fattening up, and Molly was going to make sure that it wouldn’t be on her pigs.

“These tracks are fresh.” Travis said as he looked down at said tracks. “Looks like we do have a bear problem.” A sadistic grin grew on the giant’s bearded face. “Been too long since I got to kill something~.”

“You sound almost lustful. Should I be worried about being alone with you?”

“Don’t worry, snack. I’m more interested in a fight than a lay right now.” Molly kept her shotgun close to her. She knew he wouldn’t try anything, but the fear was still there. And the worst part, it kind of excited her. In fact, all of her giant guests interested her in one way or another. Billy was sweet and caring, Travis was strong and bold, and Damon was commanding and reliable. All of them separately pushed all the right buttons with her. If not for the constant threat they might just turn on her and rip her limb from limb. “So, I noticed Billy-Boy made you a little something.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Molly held up her wrist, showing a leather wristband with beads and feathers dangling on it. “Ya, real sweet, isn’t he?”

“Pathetic more like.” The savage huffed as he stood up to his full height. She took in for a moment just how massive he was. She felt like a doll in comparison. But like always, she didn’t allow the big brute to see how startling he was to her, keeping her stone-faced expression.

“How so? I imagine it would take at least some skill making something this small.”

“Not the trinket, his approach to wooing you, trying to buy your affection with nick-nacks, flowers, and skin-deep complements. Don’t you find it at the least bit insulting?”

“I’ll have you know, I rather like compliments and gifts. And I can tell he’s not just trying to get up my skirt, plenty of fellas have tried, so I know the difference.” The big hairy giant just huffed dismissively.

“If he really cared, he would be complimenting your courage, not your face. You stood down three men more than four times your size, and now we work for you! That is at least just as attractive as your ass.” Molly’s stone face cracked with a blush. She was not expecting anything like that from Travis, and she struggled to find anything to say to that.

“Well, I think that the nicest thing you ever said to-” It happened so fast she didn’t even know what was happening at first. One moment she was on the ground. The next, Travis’s massive hand was around her waist and holding her above his head while he used his other hand to swipe at a grizzly bear.

“Find a rock to hide under! I’ll take care of this!” Travis then tossed Molly up into a tree. Her dress became torn by the branches, she got a few scratches and damn near had a heart attack, but she was okay. She thought fast, loaded her gun, and tried to get a clean shot.

“Get the fuck out of my line of fire, brute!”

“Fuck off, snack! This is my kill!” The savage giant screamed as he kicked the bear. Molly rolled her eyes. Of course, he was going to be difficult. Then, she saw it, another bear rushing at him from behind.

“Travis, watch your ass!” She screamed as she unloaded her gun on the second bear. But it turns out a buckshot in the back only pisses off grizzlies, and it charged the tree instead of Travis. “Shit!” Molly hissed as she reloaded, and the bear only got about halfway up the tree before she sent it to the next life.

“SHIT! Molly, are you oke-OW! You little fuck!” Travis screamed as the bear he was fighting somehow got on top of him. She didn’t have time to think, using the dead bear to soften her fall to get on the ground, loading her gun as she walked over to two fighting beasts.

“This is usually the part of the story where the hero says something clever.” Molly more said to herself that the bear she was aiming at. “But all I got is, fuck you!” The beast looked up at her for just a moment, and then she pulled the trigger. The bear collapsed onto Travis, earning a few grunts of displeasure from the hairy giant. “You doing ok, pumpkin?”

“That… huff was… huff my kill… huff bitch!” The angry man growled as he shoved the bear off of him. He was bleeding enough for Molly to be concerned, even with him putting pressure on the wound.

“You’re welcome.” Molly said in a deadpan tone before taking out a whistle, giving it a hard blow. “The others should be here to help drag your ass back to the barn. I’ll get you patched up. Just gotta stay alive until then, got it.”

“I’ll kill over and die if I damn well please…” The giant growled dismissively before looking back at Molly a little sheepishly. “You handled yourself better than I expected. All my other experience with women your size, I thought you would just cower while I did the fighting.”

“Oh? So all that talk about me being brave earlier was just pillow talk then?”

“What!? No, I-” His shock dissipated instantly when he noticed the shit-eating grin on Molly’s face. “Oh, you’re teasing me… Fuck you, snack.”

“Fuck you, pumpkin~.”

…

“Ok, listen up, fellas.” Molly said as she looked her giant farmhands in the eyes. “It took a lot of convincing for the townsfolk to let me take you into town with me. So I want your best behavior, got it?”

“Do not fret, ma’am.” Damon said. “I take personal responsibility for my clan’s activities while in town, and always.” Everyone gave Travis a look."

“Fuck all of you! I’m not picking fights a month after getting mauled by a bear!”

“Ok, just hang out here while I talk to the butcher about getting a fair price for the meat.” Molly walked into the butcher shop, giving her fella’s one last glance before going inside. “Yo, Leroy! Where you at?”

“Just a sec!” The butcher said as he walked out from the back. Leroy was one of the few men in town that Molly could stand. Most guys in town were drunken skirt-chasing scoundrels. On the other hand, Leroy was a drunken dick riding scoundrel, so they got along a little better. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“You giving me a reasonable price for my pigs. I can’t give you much this time. Still trying to recover from my recent financial crisis.”

“Oh, I hear you… Those big boys with you?” Molly looked out the window where Leroy was pointing. Billy was sitting down and letting children climb on him like a jungle gym. Travis was glaring at a cop who decided to keep an eye on the giants. And Damon was overseeing more or less everything, making sure no one did anything, his people or the townsfolk.

“Ya, they’re my new farmhands. Don’t worry. They know not to make trouble.”

“I trust your judgment…” Leroy just looked side to side awkwardly like he was holding in a fart.

“Oh, just come out and ask!”

“Alright, I just… Well, you hear about how giants are savage brutes that will ravage ladyfolk, and sometimes menfolk, as soon as they look at them.”

“And as I said, they aren’t going to cause trouble.” Molly crossed her arms and glared at Leroy.

“That’s not what I meant… I was just going to ask… How’s that going for you?”

“I… What the hell are you implying!?” Molly was as red as a rose, and finding it hard to look the butcher in the eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that. How’s the sex?”

“There is no sex! They are my farmhands, not my harem!” Molly screamed loudly as she fumed with rage. “Just give me my money, and I’ll give you the fucking pigs!”

“Fine, fine. I was just asking. I mean, we all know you didn’t merry Phill for his personality.”

“That is enough out of you!” Molly then snatched the money from Leroy and stomped towards the door. “Tell your hubby thanks for the rosemary, by the way. He is too good for your pervy ass!”

“I’ll give Mark your best, have a lovely day.”

“UP YOURS!” Molly stormed out of the butcher’s shop in a huff to her three giants looking at her, concern evident on their faces. “And what are you gawking at!? Get that meat into the butcher’s shed, now!”

“Yes, ma’am!” They all say in unison as they quickly got to work.

…

“This really isn’t necessary.” Molly grumbled as she was carried into the building the giants built for themselves.

“If it were not, Misses Locket, I would not be doing so.” Damon said rather matter of factly. “You were bearly able to stand without pain when I found you.”

“I just hurt my hip a little when I landed on it. I’ll be fine.”

“Then, by all means.” He then set her down on a massive pile of furs that the giants used as a bed. “Get up on your own power, and return to work.”

“You’ll look like a fool when I do.” Molly then got to her feet, her well-practiced poker face concealing her agony. “See, perfectly fine. In your face!”

“So it would seem. Off to work then.” Damon looked her over with a stern gaze. And the moment she took her first step, Molly recoiled in unspeakable pain and fell right back on her ass.

“AAA! Fuck my life!”

“You need rest, and because you denied my request to make your home more accessible to us, you must rest in our dwelling.”

“Ok, I might have strained something…” Molly crossed her arms and pouted. “The others probably need your help. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Travis and Bill know their duties. My attention is better used here with you.”

“No talking my way out of getting pampered today, is there?”

“No. I will get some tea going. You remain here, and try not to strain yourself.” Damon stood up and walked to the corner of the room. The giant’s dwelling was one massive hall, a pile of fur for sleeping on, a pit to keep fire in, tools for various crafting projects, and dirty clothes lying about all over the place. The fur bed was actually very comfortable, and she had to admit that the masculine smell coming from it was rather enticing. Damon then returned and sat down on the pile next to wear Molly reluctantly lay. “Were dose it hurt most.”

“Right here, kinda on my ass but mostly on my hip.”

“I know something that will help with the pain. But I will need your permission to touch you on the affected area.” Molly hesitated. She knew he wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t necessary. That’s just the kind of guy he was.

“…Okay… But stop when I tell you to, clear?”

“Clear, want me to start?” She just nodded, his massive form then moved over her, and his left hand got to work. Damon’s big mighty hand rubbed her aching hip and ass-cheek over her dress. His powerful fingers pressed into her, only just hard enough to deal with the pain. Molly hadn’t let herself be touched by anyone but herself in a while, and despite this just being to help her hip, it was getting her excited.

“Damon… Correct me if I’m wrong… But would this work better if your hand was…” She could hardly bring herself to say it. Feeling ashamed for even thinking about it. Blushing hard as she couldn’t bring herself to even look at the man she was talking to.

“Under your dress?” Damon said matter of factly. Molly just moved her hands to her face as she nodded hard. She was feeling as foolish as a flustered school girl. “Yes, it would. But I didn’t want to bring it up. You might have gotten the wrong idea.” Molly peeked between her fingers, seeing the stoic but kind face of the giant taking care of her. “Do you want me to?”

“I… Y-Yes… But you’ll stop when I tell you, right?”

“Yes, I will.”

“And you won’t touch me… Anywhere else but where I’m aching… Right?”

“You have my word.”

“Then… You can… Slowly…” Damon nodded as he got to work. Molly couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his massive fingers glide up her legs and gently press into her lower body. The feeling of strong, calloused hands rubbing against her soft firm waist and backside made her feel tingly all over. She wanted more, so much more, but pride and shame kept her lips sealed. “Y-You know… I think the other side is a little achy too… Mind helping me out there too?”

“As you wish, Misses Locket.” Damon said in an amused tone that sounded odd coming from him. He knew what was happening, and was more than happy to participate. Both of his mighty hands worked her thigs and backside under her skirt. Molly breathed heavily, panting and huffing as she was massaged on one of her most private of areas. Then the unthinkable happened, the door to the giant’s hall opened.

“Hey, were done with work early, and-WOW! Okay, I need context!” Travis exclaimed as Billy just moved one of his hands to his eyes. Molly covered her face in turn, feeling so embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising position.

“Our employer simply needed me to take care of the pain she suffered from her fall.” Damon said coldly and dispassionately. “Now, if you two could be so kind as to wait outside for a few mi-”

“Wait.” Molly said, as much to her own surprise as to the giants. “I-I… Feel… An l-little twinge… On other parts of me… And Damon only h-has the two hands…” Everyone knew what Molly was really asking for and was very shocked.

“Well… Anything to help out?” Billy said, looking like he was expecting this all to be some prank at his expense.

“Ya, just lending a helping hand.” Travis said, a grin that would be utterly horrifying on his smug face under any other circumstances. “Just tell us where it ‘hurts’.”

“Oh, you know… A-All over… I work hard around here, you know!” Molly said, getting very defensive all of a sudden.

“We know, boss-lady.” Billy said as he and Travis walked over and sat next to her. “And it’s about time you got some apreciation~.” The sensation of working men’s big, powerful, rough hands rubbing every inch of her body began to overwhelm Molly. She only bearly noticed as they began to strip her down to nothing, not that she was complaining. On the contrary, she appreciated that they were doing all the work.

“Oh, ya~.” She moaned out as they worked to please her head to tow. The feeling of Billy sweetly caressing her shoulder and left breast while kissing her neck. The sensation of Travis groping slash holding her up by her ass while he sucked and lightly but savagely nibbled at her right breast. And Damon, in strong, steady motions, darted his tongue in and out of her womanhood while softly scraping his teeth against her clit. Molly was in heaven, overwhelmed by what she allowed them to do to her. She felt like a goddess, worshiped in every possible way by the powerfully built men surrounding her. Molly wrapped her legs around Damon’s head and ground against it hard as she felt it coming. Her moans getting louder and louder as she felt it building up, and then she clenched as she felt her crotch burst with wetness. She then went limp, laying in their collective grasps as they continued on, but she needed a break.

“S-Stop…” She only had to say it once, and they gently lowered her down onto the furs. Panting hard as she looked up at their massive looming forms, all of them looked rather pleased with themselves. As they should be, she thought to herself. “…That… That was a lot…” She panted out.

“You to tuckered out to return the favor~?” Travis said as he provocatively leaned back in a way to show off his bulge. Molly weakly got onto her knees, and Billy moved his hand down to help her steady herself.

“We do not need to keep going if you are exhausted.” Damon said in his usual deadpan tone. But Molly just shook her head.

“No, I… I want this… I want your cock… All of them~!” They then closed in, Billy behind her, Travis on her right, and Damon right in front of her, all pulling down their pants, and letting their hard dicks out. Molly gasped and blushed hard; their manhoods were almost half as tall as she was! She would undoubtedly die if she tried to take even one in her. “Oh my… Did I get you this hard~?” Molly asked in her sexiest voice. “Now, Billy dear, you move yours under my left armpit~. And you pumpkin can use yours to hold up my tits~.” She said, pointing at Travis before moving her attention back to Damon. “And why don’t you get over here so I can give you a kiss~.”

“Yes, ma’am~!” They all said in unison. The hot, throbbing cocks of Billy and Travis rubbed against her, while she moved her arms to wrap around their manhoods while pleasing Damon with her hand and mouth. Molly slobbered all over as much of Damon’s shaft as she could, her left hand rubbing the side of it, and her other rubbed his sack. The stink of cock surrounded and covered her, and she loved every second of it. Then suddenly, she was picked up again. Her ass facing up as she was held by her waist and legs, Billy grinded her ass and lower back, Travis grinded on her crotch and belly, And Damon rubbed his shaft on her face and between her boobs, tapping Tavise’s head with his. Her ears filled with the grunts of the men who were using her body, as her nose knew nothing but crotch stink. Molly moaned happily as she used her hands to press her tits together and against the dick sliding between them as he gave Damon’s masculine part a series of quick kisses and licks. After hell knows how long of being rubbed off on, she was lowered back onto her knees. Big throbbing cock heads bigger than her fists were to the left, right, and in front of her face. She instinctually moved her hands to massage the dickheads beside her and locked her lips on the slit of the one in front of her. Molly’s tongue bearly began to prob inside the cocks opening when it twitched and filled her mouth with his salty seed. Swallowing best she could, some did uncomfortably shoot out of her nose before she could adequately time her gulps. The two at her sides discharged their hot sticky loads all over her, Travis got her on the cheek, and Billy mainly got it on her shoulder. The feeling of cum slowly dripping down her neck, back, and breasts was peculiar to her. She was no innocent schoolgirl, she had cum on her before, but so much of it all at once was serial.

“Well, don’t you look adorable with our special brand of glazing, snack~.” Travis chuckled, snapping Molly out of her stupor.

“I would ask you to clean me off, but I think you’ve munched on me plenty.” A chuckle escaped her mouth, she didn’t expect any of this when she woke up that morning, but she was far from complaining.

Good for her. I hope she finds a nice man who will spoil her rotten. Of course, she will have to live with the guilt of having doomed countless other women to live the rest of their lives as living toys. Hold on, I’m going to write some smut about that!

Pick By aki2288 https://www.deviantart.com/aki2288/art/Why-are-you-in-tiny-people-city-866926368

((DISCLAIMER! This is the first time I, the one true king, have attempted to write a trans person. I’ve done my best to portray them as respectfully as possible, but if I haven’t, please tell me. If I’ve offended anyone, please tell me. If I’ve made anyone uncomfortable, please tell me. Now that I have given you all permission to chew me out if it sucks, on with the story!))

Morgan was nervous, looking herself over in the mirror. She couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied. Morgan wore a pink flannel button-up shirt with a jean skirt and tannish brown boots. Her curly shoulder-length ginger hair perfectly framed her freckled face. But despite looking every bit the southern bell, Morgan could not help but feel like an imposter.

“I can’t do this. It’s too soon.” This would have been the first date Morgan went on since she transitioned. Two years of hormone therapy and some minor implants had done wonders, her confidence bolstered by every subtle change. But now, right when she was about to put herself out there, all that confidence evaporated.

knock knock “Yo, sis! You about done in there. I have to take a shit.” Morgan heard from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Y-Ya, sure, David. One sec.” Morgan wiped away the tears that were about to form as she opened the door.

“Oh, finally! I’m about to-” David stopped in his tracks, seeing the look on Morgan’s face. “Wow, you ok, Morgan?” She shook her head from side to side, fighting back the tears.

“I can’t do this, David!” Morgan blurted out, shaking as she grabbed her twin brother in a hug. He returned it and began to pet the back of her head.

“Hey, none of that. If you wanna stay home, that’s just fine.” She moved to look him into his eyes, those same kind eyes that would comfort her when they were both little. “But I think you should still give the date a shot. You’re a charming young lady who deserves at least a chance to find love. Or at least a fun one-night stand.” His last comment heard a scoff and a laugh from Morgan as she pushed him off.

“Please take this seriously!” She half laughed as she wiped the last tear from her eyes. “This is my first date as a woman. You would be jittery too.”

“You’re damn straight I would! I could never pull off jeans like you, even before your ass filled out!” They both laughed as Morgan lightly smacked her twin in retaliation for his inappropriate comment. But everything quickly calmed down, and the nervous feeling returned.

“What this goes bad? What if she takes one look at me and-”

“Then we go through the tubs of ice cream I got just in case and watch horror movies. Just like we always do when your love life goes south.”

“Ya, that was kinda a stupid question…” She jumped a bit when David’s hand clapped on her shoulder.

“You are charming. You are cute. And you deserve to be appreciated for who you are. Now go wow the pants of that lady! Or don’t, just get out of the bathroom before I shit myself!” David then shoved his sister out of the bathroom and slammed the door.

“Wierd end to that, but thanks for the confidence boost, bro!” Morgan then grabbed her purse and charged out the door.

…

Morgan was at the BBQ joint, the Wiggly Piggy. She hoped the food was better than the name. She waited to order until her date showed up. All she knew about the girl she waited for was her name, and that she was a Native American, or First Nation, she wasn’t sure which one was more correct.

“Hey, you Morgan?” She turned her head to find the source of the voice, a little shocked at who it was talking to him. The dark-skinned woman standing before her was two, maybe three feet tall, wearing sweatpants, a death metal band t-shirt, and long straight black hair.

“Um… Ya… You Lomasi?”

“Yep. I take it Dave didn’t tell you I was a shrinky when he set this up?”

“No, he didn’t… You um… Need help with the chair?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Lomasi used both her arms to pull out her chair, grunting as she did so. She almost looked like a kid, bearly tall enough to eat at the table without a booster seat. Both women had very awkward looks about them. “Is, is this going to work for you?”

“Oh, sorry! I just don’t really interact with people who got shrunk very often. Sorry if I’m being weird.” The more petite woman giggled a bit.

“You’re fin. Honestly, I’ve had worse starts to dates. You should have seen this one creep who catfished me, then tried to stuff me in a gym bag!”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry that happened to you!”

“Ah, I got away. And he got arrested when he tried to do the same thing to an undercover cop. I think he got three life sentences. No idea how that works, but whatever.”

“Still, that fucking sucks.” Things then became quiet after that. Then thankfully, the server came over. They both ordered ribs, and Morgan ordered root beer as her drink, while Lomasi ordered an orange soda. “So, what do you do for a living?”

“I sell new-age medicine on the internet. Essential oils, herbal remedies, crystals, that sort of thing.”

“Oh.” Morgan started to shift in her seat a bit at that. “Don’t you think that’s a little unethical?” Lomasi just rolled her eyes at the question.

“It’s not like I’m telling people not to go to the hospital or anything. It says on everything I sell that it’s not a substitute for prescription medication. So if someone wants to use my products instead of stuff their doctor said to use, that’s just Darwinism at work.” The smaller woman said in a way that seemed like she had heard that question a thousand times.

“Sorry if I upset you!” Morgan said with her hands up defensively. “It’s just that sort of stuff gets a bad rep from people trying to cure their kid’s cancer by rubbing lavender oil in their eyes.”

“And those people should die in a fire. But you don’t blame the drug company for people killing themselves with horse dewormers because they don’t want covid shots. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, I totally get it.” The server then arrived at the table with their food, but the mood shifted when they both noticed that Lomasi’s plate had a clown face.

“Charming.” The tiny woman said as she gave the plate of ribs a less than amused glare.

“We can ask them for a different pla-”

“No. It’s fine. I had to order mine off the kid’s menu because of my size, so I got a kid plate. It’s fine.” Morgan could tell it wasn’t at all fine. The humiliation was apparent on the tiny woman’s face as she slouched.

“It’s clearly not.”

“Let’s change the subject. What’s your day job?” Lomasi said as she started to dig into the BBQ meat before her.

“Air traffic controller, I basically tell planes when and where they can land.” Morgan then started chomping down on her ribs as well. Both women getting BBQ sauce all over their respective faces and hands. Because only a monster eats ribs with a fork.

“Now that sounds stressful.”

“You’re telling me. If me and my crew aren’t on the same wavelength, of if some hotshot piolet feels bold, that’s hundreds, maybe thousands dead. That’s on me. I’m like a damned surgeon, I can’t make mistakes.”

“Fuck, that’s rough.” The two were halfway through their meal before the next series of questions erupted. “So, how do you feel about your family?” Lomasi asked, Morgan groaning in response.

“My parents and I aren’t speaking, not approving of my life choices. My brother also cut ties with them out of twin solidarity, and they blame me for that too.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine how that must feel, having the people who should be there for you no matter what turn on you like that.” Morgan could see the sympathy in the little lady’s eyes, no pitty but genuine compassion.

“I’m glad you don’t. I take it your relationship with your parents is better?”

“I don’t want to feel like I’m bragging or anything.” Lomasi said as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“Oh no, please do tell me how a functional family works. I will need a better example than mine to work off of when I start a family of my own.”

“Not even through our first date, and you’re already talking about starting a family? How romantic~!” Both women laughed their gay asses off. Morgan smacked the table several times as she coughed and wheezed from laughing too hard. “Didn’t kill you, did I!?”

“No, no, I just, fuck, your hilarious!”

“So I’m told. You still wanna hear about my home life?” Morgan nodded while taking deep breaths. “Well, my mom shrank to about 4inch tall when she was about my age, and my dad is a little bigger than average 7.5feet.”

“Oh, so you grew to be bigger than your mom? I don’t really understand how the science behind the size epidemic works, but that must have been hard for her to discipline you when growing up.”

“Not as hard as you’d think, actually.” The little woman said as she finished the last of her ribs." I was a brat when I was little, but all it took was one stern look from my mom, and I was on my ass crying and apologizing."

“You sound well behaved enough. So when did your stepdad come into the picture.” Lomasi looked at the big ginger with a confused look.

“I didn’t say he was my stepdad. He’s my biological father.” Then, it was Morgan’s turn to look confused.

“I’m sorry, but he has to be. Your mother is 4inch, and he’s 7.5feet, you said.”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Like… How could they… You know… To make you?” If not for her darker skin, Lomasi’s bright blush would be just as visible as Morgan’s.

“If it’s all the same to you, I would rather not theorize the details of my conception, ok?”

“Right, sorry…” The table became awkwardly silent for what felt like far too long before Morgan finally spoke again. “So… You want to get dessert?”

“Not from here. They’ll probably give me a cup that looks like a zoo animal or something.” Lomasi then had a look of sudden inspiration. “Your brother baked a cake a while back, right? Is there still any of that left at your place?”

“Ya, it turned out that the person he made the cake for has a gluten allergy, so-” It suddenly hit Morgan like a brick to the face, her blush returning in full force. “Y-You want to… Come back t-to… My place?”

“Sure. Sorry if this is too fast, we can just-”

“NO! I mean, that sounds ok…” Morgan didn’t expect what was happening. Sure, she heard about people doing stuff on the first date, but it never happened to her. Until now, apparently! “I have to use the lady’s room, be right back.”

“Cool, take your time.” Morgan tried not to look like she was running as she went into the bathroom and into the nearest stall. Getting her phone out, and calling her brother.

“Sup, sis? Your date not go well?”

“Actually… It’s going better than I thought it would… Maybe too good?”

“Elaborate.” David said in a severe tone. “Did she do something you are not comfortable with? Cuz, I will punt her like last weeks-”

“No, no, she’s lovely. But um… I might need you out of the house for a few hours.” There were a few moments of silence, then hysterical laughter from his end of the call. “I’m serious!”

“Oh, I know you are! That’s why it’s funny!” Finally, after a few moments of obnoxious laughing and Morgan resisting the urge the hang up on the prick, he calmed down. “But seriously, are you two ok with this? I know you haven’t been intimate with anyone since your transition, and I know Lo has only ever been with cis-women.”

“You did tell her I’m trans, right? Because I swear, if this goes south because of you, I’ll-”

“Wow, relax, killer, she knows. Just… Be careful, ok? I don’t want anything bad to happen to my sister or my friend.” Morgan teared up just a bit. Her jerk brother could be surprisingly sweet sometimes.

“It’ll be fine, I promise. Just clear out for a little bit. I’ll call you when it’s safe to come home.”

“Ok, good. Just be gentle when you get it on, Lo acts tough, but she’s small, an-” Morgan then hung up on him. She was starting to get a headache from how flustered she was all night. All that blood rushing to her head couldn’t be good for her.

…

“So, this is where I live. Get comfy while I get us some cake.”

“Ok, mind getting us something to go with that?”

“Milk or something stronger?”

“EW! Who would have alcohol with cake?!”

“One glass of milk with chocolate cake, coming right up.” Morgan walked into the kitchen. It took her a minute to find a glass and fork small enough for Lomasi to use comfortably. “You can do this, Morgan.” She said to herself as she got everything together. “Nothing has to happen, your just… Seeing how things turn out.” Morgan walked back out into the living room, Lomasi giving her the sweetest smile as she sat their food on the coffee table.

“Oh, my~. That cake looks like heaven~.” The smaller woman said as she got an almost lustful tone to her voice. Not that Morgan was judging her, people say a woman’s first love is her father, but it’s really chocolate cake.

“I know, right!? I swear David should have gone into baking as a career. But he likes it better as a hobby. That’s his prerogative, I suppose.”

“More cake for us then.” Lomasi dug into the cake the moment it was placed in front of her. Morgan tried to cut a piece small enough for her date, but it seemed that she shouldn’t have bothered. It looked like the little lady was one of those people that had a hollow leg. Where else was all that food going? Certainly not her belly. It would have burst! “Fuck, why is he still single!? I’m gay, and even I’m falling in love with every bite!”

“I forget what it’s called, but I don’t think he doesn’t like anyone like that. I mean, I know he sleeps around with a few friends. But he just doesn’t, you know, love anyone that extra little bit.”

“Sexual aromantic.” Lomasi said between bites of cake that reasonably should not have fit in her mouth. “Or aromantic sexual, either way, good on him for living his true self. Same for you, by the way.”

“Th-Thank you…” Morgan blushed again, but this time with a little smile on her face. They both ate in silence, Morgan holding back a giggle as Lomasi licked her plate clean, trying not to get noticeably turned on by seeing the little lady’s tongue work through the see-through plate. “So… What now?”

“Well, we could watch a movie, talk more, or…” Lo gave Morgan a very suggestable wink, and her implication didn’t need to be said. “If you want to, that is.”

“I… I don’t know.” Morgan started to slouch a bit and look away from her date. “I mean… You are gorgeous, and I’m very attracted to you… But…” Morgan felt very vulnerable at that moment, curling up in her seat a bit. She shuddered a bit when she felt Lomasi getting up on the arm of her chair.

“Hey, you’re good. We can just sit here and talk if you want. We don’t have to get intimate if you don’t want-”

“But I do!” Lomasi jumped a bit as Morgan turned to her, the cute ginger tearing up as she looked her concerned date in the eyes. “I want to be close to someone like that again. I want sexual intimacy, but…”

“But what?”

“But what if I don’t feel like a girl? What if using… That…” She said as she pointed down to her crotch. “Makes me not feel like I’m Morgan anymore?” Saying it out loud felt different than just thinking it, just fearing it. Morgan felt like she was going to start sobbing, but then she felt Lomasi’s little hand on her shoulder and froze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m sorry.” She said while smiling kindly at Morgan. “It’s ok if your not ready for that yet. We can just watch a movie or play a two-player thing on your console. I know I don’t know you very well yet, but I think you are a wonderful woman, and I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.” Morgan grabbed up the tiny woman in a surprise hug, crying hard. Lomasi’s small hand gently pet the side of the bigger woman’s head. Helping to calm her done enough to stop crying, and after a few moments of awkward silence, let the more petite woman go.

“Better?”

“Ya…” Morgan felt so embarrassed, not even looking her date in the eye. “S-Sorry for just grabbing you up like that.”

“All good. So, you wanna go a few rounds in that fighting game David won’t shut the fuck up about?”

“Sounds good. I’ll set it up.” Morgan and Lomasi then spent the rest of the night playing some trendy fighting game. Lo had a disadvantage because the controller was too big, but Morgan had the more significant burden of being bad at fighting games. But neither of them cared. They had fun and enjoyed each other’s company. All in all, it was a perfect date.

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?