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It was the night of Halloween, and one man was particularly nervous. Mathew looked at himself in the mirror, his rather scrawny form didn’t look very intimidating in his vampire costume, and his curly brown hair refused to stay combed.

“You finished in here, you little bastard!” His uncle Victor screamed as he slammed the door open. The forty-year-old drunkard was not in costume. Tonight was not about fun and games for him.

“Y-Yes, Vick!” Mathew stammered as he was shocked by his uncle’s sudden entrance. “Just nervous, not sure I can do this.”

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This is a big night for our people,” Vick said as he placed a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “The vale between this world and the other side is weakest, and Warlocks like us are practically gods with the amount of power seeping through.”

“But I’ve never used magic in public like this. What if I screw up?”

“Relax, kid, that’s what I’m here for.” The older less than gentleman said with a thumbs up. “If you start doing anything that would threaten our security, I’ll step in and put you in your place.”

“Ya, I know,” Mathew said as he turned back to the mirror. “But what if I screw up, do something that no amount of power can undo?”

“Then, as long as we cover it up so the mortals can’t find out, you’ll just have to live with yourself” Vick then laughed at himself. “You know, I actually introduced your parents on Halloween. Maybe instead of something horrible, you do something fantastic and make some girl or a guy happy for the rest of their life.”

“You know what, your right!” Mathew said as he straightened his spine. “Tonight is about reveling in power, testing the limits of how much of the unholy might we can channel before being overwhelmed! I’m going to go to that party and see just how much havoc I can unleash!”

“That’s the spirit, kid! Go get 'em!” Mathew then marched out the door and went to his truck, his uncle taking the form of a bat the size of a hawk. It was time for some controlled chaos!

…

The party was at a campground in the middle of the woods. There wear a few tables set up with snacks and multiple punch bowels, chairs sporadically placed about, five different bonfires, but only two seemed to be attended, and a row of privacy tents, for you damn well know what. Mathew walked into the crowd of young twenty-somethings, some put more effort into their costumes than others, and he had a hard time figuring out what he would do first. He could feel the might of the other side flowing into him close to bursting, and he had to find a way to relieve it.

“HA HA HA HA!” He turned to look at who was laughing so hard. There were three girls all standing around a punch bowl, one blond dressed like a fairy, a brunette dressed like a gingerbread woman, and an Asian dressed like a mouse. Mathew knew precisely what he would do with his newfound might now. He whispered a spell, and suddenly the girls became sick and rushed to the campground’s bathroom. Mathew put up an illusion around himself as he followed them. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to see their transformations from the beginning, but they were in the middle of them as he walked in. They slowly and painfully shrank out of their clothes, but size was not the only thing changing.

“Wh-What’s happening to m-me!” The blond screamed as she curled onto the ground, sparkly see-through wings growing out of her back.

“Fuck, what was in that punch!?” The brunette said as she watched her very flesh convert into gingerbread, other parts of her body becoming different kinds of candy, all seasonally appropriate.

“This isn’t happening! This isn’t happening!” The poor tiny Asian said as she grabbed at her ever-growing ears, a cute little tail sprouting from just above her ass.

“Oh, I’m afraid this is very much happening~.” The three turned to look up at the titanic man in a vampire costume just as he looked down at the little fairy, mouse girl, and gingerbread woman. He then collected them off of the ground. The blond was extra cute, instinctually flapping her little wings and tripping over herself as he grabbed her. He then placed all of them on the diaper-changing station. He chuckled as they tried to maintain some modesty.

“D-Did you do this to us!? Change us back this-” The Asian mousey ordered, but went as silent as a ghost when Mathew undid his pants and flopped his cock out onto the changing station.

“You are in no position to be asking me to do anything,” Mathew said, coldly amused. “This is what’s going to happen. The mouse and the fairy will work my dick with their bodies. And as for you…” He said as he grabbed up the scared gingerbread girl. She hadn’t flattened out, still keeping all her curves, which made what he did next so much more fun. “You’ve been tricked, and now, you’re my treat!” She screamed as he opened his mouth.

“Fucking Christ! You can’t just eat me!” She did her best to fight back, pressing her legs against his lips to try and push away from his mouth. “I’m a human being, not a fucking candy bar!” The candy woman’s friends looked up in horror, only for their tormentor to look down at them with cold eyes.

“Get to work, or I’ll do this to you next.” He said in a very deadpan tone, right before biting the gingerbread woman’s legs off right under the knees. She screamed bloody murder as he chewed her legs, crunching her sugar bones, savoring the flavor of her strawberry syrup blood and taffy tenants. The fairy and the mouse girl quickly hot onto his cock. The mouse grinded up and down his shaft while the fairy massaged the head of his dick.

“Fuuuuccckk!” The poor candy woman screamed as her tasty blood gushed out of her stumps. Mathew then moved his lips between her legs and started eating her out. Her screams of pain became unintelligible as his saliva began to dissolve her cookie body. The way she twitched, wiggled, and pitifully tried to resist as she was melted alive from the inside out was making the evil Warlock very aroused. Not that the work of the little fearful little things on his cock didn’t help, they just needed training, and if they survived his whims, they might get it. It was only when his plaything stopped moving did Mathew eat her. Turning his attention back down to the fairy and the mouse, he grabbed up the mousey and his cock, rubbing her up and down his shaft as he jerked off. The moment he heard the poor little Asian start cracking and popping, he cumed all over the blond fairy. To the unfortunate petite blond, it was like being splashed with gallons of sticky worm substance with enough force to knock her on her back. It felt odd to her. The globs of masculine seed were heavy, making it hard to move.

“HEY! This is the girl’s room, creep!” Mathew turned, seeing a ginger woman wearing one of those sexy cat outfits, and with a smile, he cast a similar spell on her that he did on the others. “Get out, before I get some real men in here to… To…” She stammered, feeling the same pain as the other women did. She slowly and painfully shrank down to eighteen inches tall, her new cat ears and tail matching her hair color. “Wh-What happened to me?”

“Never mind that.” Mathew said, gaining her attention, but her eyes soon were transfixed on the cute little mousy he was holding up by the tail. “You want your treat?” With a hypnotized look on her face, the cute little kitty nodded. “Then get over here.” She did as he commanded, letting him pick her up and place her on the changing station. Getting a better look at her, her lustful green eyes, how her little freckles seemed to go just about everywhere, she was a natural beauty, and she was on her knees before him.

“Please let me have the treat, sir~.” She said in a heavy lust filled tone. “I’ll do anything for it~!”

“Then pick up the fairy and lick it clean.” Again, she did as she was commanded. His little kitty didn’t just lick but lightly nibble, not enough to pierce the skin, just enough to make the poor lady squeal in her clutches. Getting him even harder. “Now, move her feet first to the head of my cock.” The little fairy was then moved to the requested location, and to both little women’s shock, the hungry thing sucked her feet into the slit.

“GOD NO, SOMEBODY HELP ME!” The poor petite blond said as she was slowly fed to the demonic dick. Her curves bulged his shaft as she was sucked deeper and deeper into his masculinity. Mathew had to hold back from accidentally cumming out the struggling little fairy, but the risk of that was gone when she was utterly consumed by the cock. The kitty looked in awe as the wiggling form moved into the balls, her kicks and punches could be seen, and if you tried, you could even hear her scream as she was slowly being broken down into cum.

“Now open wide for your treat~.” The cute little kitty looked even more adorable as she tilted her head back and opened wide, waiting for her yummy mousy. “Now, no closing your mouth~. I want to watch you swallow her alive~.”

“NO!” The poor tiny Asian screamed as she was lowered slowly into the ginger’s hungry mouth. “Please, don’t eat me! I have money! I could suck your cock, or your clit! Please don’t kill me like this!” The mousy cried as more and more of her passed the kitty’s lips. The ginger started to gag a bit, the size difference was not big enough to make the act of eating the smaller woman alive easy. But despite the significant difficulty, the cute kitty could swallow her meal, lying on her back and using one hand to rub her belly and the other to rub her clit. But then she yelped as Mathew grabbed her up in a way that pinned her arms and legs to her side.

“My turn~!” Mathew said as he lowered the struggling little thing onto his cock. Her agony was evident on her face as he slowly filled her as much as he could.

“S-So full…” She gasped out through gritted teeth. “Gently, s-sir… Or I-I’ll break!”

“What makes you think your life is any more voluble to me than theirs wear?” Before she could even protest, Mathew began to slam her up and down on his dick roughly. She screamed as he used her like the pocket pussy she was. She was so small that he couldn’t even fit all of himself into her, not that it stopped him from trying. Mathew snarled like a beast as he killed the tiny woman with his cock, taring her open inside as he cummed into her broken, bleeding body. He dropped her on the floor like the garbage she was to him, chuckling as he saw a partial skeleton leak out of her cunt along with blood and cum. He then walked out of the lady’s room, a little surprised that everyone was staring at him.

“I suppose you all heard that, then?” The stunned silence was all the evidence he needed, which sealed the partygoer’s fate. He unleashed more power than he ever had before, everyone had shrunk to a few inches tall in mere moments. He was not skilled enough with this level of might to do anything clever like he did to the girls in the bathroom. He then walked among the crowd, plucking up tiny women and feeding them to his dick. He wanted to replenish his cum supply to continue the fun. He then noticed something, and a smile formed on his face as he grabbed up the tiny man. “Hello, Steve! How is your Halloween?”

“Good God, don’t kill me!” The tiny man screamed. Steve was a coworker, a coworker Mathew dispised. He then noticed a group of six women cowering together under one of the drink tables, and his grin only grew wider. He shifted the masculine energy out of Steve and spread it around the six women, taking some feminine energy from all of them to replace Steve’s original essence. Steve screamed in agony as he was forcibly shifted from one gender to another. And Mathew had to admit. The blond jerk made a much more attractive woman than a man. “P-please… D-don’t eat me with your…”

“My dick? No, your not for me to play with.” He then set Steve down under the table. “They get to play with you~.” Steve then looked behind him, and saw six women two-thirds his size, all with throbbing hard male genitals and a supernatural lust dominating their minds. In mere moments, the former man was savagely gang-raped by horny futa mini giantesses. Leaving them to it, Mathew moved on to try and find others hiding from him. Stepping on tiny men while giggling like a child, he noticed two women running from cover, and he moved quickly to pick them up. The two Indian women looked like sisters, then Mathew had another evil idea. Growing the older of the two to four feet tall, pinning her with a boot on her throat.

“Let us go, you fucking demon!” The pinned woman screamed, only earning a laugh from the Warlock.

“Tempting, but I have a better idea~.” Mathew then began to feed the younger woman to his dick." I’ll let you both go if you save her, using only your mouth. Deal?" The pinned woman glared at him but reluctantly nodded. He let her up onto her knees, taking his cock into her mouth, trying to suck the other woman out of his cock. The feeling of his cock trying to suck the tiny in while the larger woman tried sucking her out was a very intense sensation. And when he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed the bitch by the head and forced her to swallow both his load, and the smaller woman. Mathew didn’t bother to savor the misery of the woman before him, shrinking her to half an inch and leaving her. The following two hours were spent inflicting similar horrors on everyone he could find. Cleaning up the evidence as best he could, no one ever figured out what happened to all those people.

@Kondo Maybe a cell phone, not one with a phone plan mind you, but let her watch YouTube or something.

Pick By TheFelineAlchemist https://www.deviantart.com/thefelinealchemist/art/Goblin-889448815

This might be a shock to you all (probably not) but I fucking love goblins. They are just the right size, too small to fight back in any meaningful way, but not too small to survive a good hard dicking~! Anyone else into little green fuck dolls, or is it just me?

In a dark ally of some god-forsaken city, Tammy was lying naked on the ground crying her eyes out. She had been shrunken down to four inches tall by a mad scientist, Dr. Maldric, a cruel and sadistic man. And of all the things he made the poor petite blond do, this was the worst. Tammy heard the clacking of heels and looked up to see a concerned Asian woman standing over her.

“Oh, good heavens! Are you ok, little one? Here, let me take you home and-” The humming sound of the shrink ray going off filled the air as the poor woman that came to help Tammy shrank out of her clothes. Dr. Maldric stepped out of the shadows, a sadistic grin formed on his face as he started digging through the drees and underwear for his prize.

“Good work, my little pet! You will be rewarded accordingly when we get back to the lab. After I’m done playing with my new toy that is!” The poor Asian was still groggy from the shrinking. The shrink ray converted feet to inches, and it was not a gentle process. Tammy knew that she should be grateful that she would be left unmolested for a few weeks while the new girl was broken down to nothing but an obedient sex toy. But she just felt disgusted with herself for agreeing to help her rapist capture yet another victim, just to avoid being violated for a few measly weeks. Tammy had done this a few times before, cry real loud, then he shrinks whoever comes to her rescue. She knew it was a horrible thing to do to someone. Hell, she was on the other end of it only three years ago. She looked away while the not so good Dr began to inspect his newest victim. As she did, she noticed a crack in the basement window of the building they were next to. It was big enough for her to slip through if she was careful, and Tammy knew that a better chance to escape was never going to come her way. So she slowly stepped towards the window, her owner being too busy with his new plaything to notice her slipping away until it was too late.

“A great find indeed! Now, let’s go home and- Oh, for fucks sake! WHERE ARE YOU, YA LITTLE SHIT!!! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN SURVIVE OUT HERE ON YOUR OWN!?!?!? YOU NEED ME, AS MUCH AS YOU BELONG TO ME!!!” Tammy kept quiet as possible, climbing down the basement shelf the window led to as her owner flipped out. Eventually, he gave up looking for her and went home with his new toy. She had done it; she was free! Tammy knew her chances of survival were slim to none, but compared to the life she had before, she was willing to risk it.

…

It had been two months, and Tammy had the run of the place. She managed to work her way up from the basement to the walls between the apartments. She managed to get a steady water supply from a leaking pipe, fashioned a two-piece outfit from mouse leather, and even had her own little bed next to the food pile. As far as she knew, this was as good as life could get for her. The only thing that troubled her was the nightmares of her time with Dr. Maldric. Not only of the things he did to her, but of all the poor soles she helped condemn to his less than loving care. She had just woken from a terrible one about the time when a young man fell into the trap. The Doctor had little use for men, so he squished him right then and there. Tammy tried to think of something else, but lately, the guilt was becoming too much. Just then, she heard the sound of one of the regular-sized people returning home.

“I’m home!”

“Hey sweetie, how was your day?”

“Exhausting, yours?” Tammy heard the bigs talking about their days; it was her only actual form of entertainment. The couple she listened to at the moment was Max Travin and Cleo Smith. Max was a freckly pale ginger delivery boy, while Cleo was a respected African-American astrologist. Of all the bigs she spied on, she liked them the most. A happy young couple with bright futures together, unlike her. Tammy was nothing more than a rat in the wall, a parasite living off of others, and she hated living like that. She waited until the loving couple was asleep before sneaking into their apartment. Tammy snuck into the bathroom to steal a few squares of toilet paper; that is when she saw it. A mousetrap, they must have thought they have a vermin problem, and as far as Tammy was concerned, they weren’t wrong. She stepped over to the trap, looking it over before placing her hand on the cheese the bigs set as bate. The poor little thing was tired of living like a rat in the wall, tired of the constant nightmares. To her, this was as good a way to go as any. The light suddenly switched on. Tammy slowly turned her head to see Max standing in the doorway, looking directly at her in shock and aw.

“What in the world?” He said as he slowly stepped forward. Tammy then turned to push down on the trap. She didn’t want to be retaken but was forced out of the way by Max’s massive foot.

“OW!!!” Max screamed as the force of the trap shattered his big toenail. Tammy tried to run but was grabbed up by his giant hand, she did her best to break free from his grasp, but it was useless.

“Baby, are you ok!? Do I need to get the gun!?”

“No, Cleo, it’s ok. Could you get some food out? I found someone who could use some.”

“I swear if you are asking to adopt the mouse we have been trying to-” Cleo froze on the spot as she spotted Tammy. She moved her face closer to the terrified shrunken woman, wondering if she was even real.

“What in the world?”

“That’s what I said. Found the poor little lady trying to get the cheese off the mousetrap.”

“Oh, you poor little thing! Bring her into the kitchen this instant! What would you like to eat, miss? We have a lot to choose from.” Tammy was quite taken aback by the couple’s willingness to help rather than hurt her. She was gently sat down on the table as Max looked her over.

“Your not hurt, are you? Did I hold you too hard? Are you in any pain?” Tammy shook her head, trying to find her words, while the bigger woman got out some food and set it on the table near her.

“Do you see anything you want, miss? Or should I keep getting stuff out?”

“C-Crackers are fine… But I really need some toilet paper squares.” The poor tiny said, still wondering if this was some sort of trap.

“On it.” Max said as he rushed to the bathroom to get some.

“Are you sure your ok? I might have some old doll clothes you can try on.”

“No, really, I’m fine.” Tammy was a little overwhelmed by the kindness she was receiving. For years she was treated like a pet at best or a disposable toy at worst. Then, they all introduced themselves, and when they were done giving her things, they helped her to the hole she came from.

“Remember, if you need anything else, just come on in and ask.”

“W-Will do.” Tammy then made her way back to her little nest, wondering how to handle this new development.

…

It had been a year and a half since Tammy tried to kill herself with the mousetrap. And things were undoubtedly much better for her now than they were back then. She had become Max and Cleo’s pet. They tried to help her not think about it like that, but she couldn’t see her situation any differently. They took care of her, and all she could give back was appreciation and occasionally joining in whenever they were having sex. They were at the table having dinner when Max dropped the best news Tammy had ever heard.

“They found Dr. Maldric guilty! Please tell me he’s getting the chair!”

“Lethal injection, but it might take a while. Death row has quite the waiting list.” Max said between bites of meatloaf.

“I’m just glad the government is helping out the poor women that bastard shrunk. Things really could have gone far worse for them.” Cleo’s comment made Tammy pause for a moment. Her gigantic caretakers noticed her change in mood.

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right? It was help him or die, anyone else would have done the same.” Max said, trying to comfort the tiny woman, but with no success. Tammy then broke down crying. The guilt of what she had done always weighed heavily, and at that moment, it was too much. In mere moments, both Cleo and Max’s hands wrapped around her, the warmth of their gentle embrace completely engulfing her. They had perfected this hug throughout their time together, and Tammy welcomed it.

“I should be getting executed right beside that monster… All those poor people I helped him capture… I remember all of them!”

“You didn’t have a choice. What else could you have done?” Cleo said gently as her thumb pet the poor tiny on her little head.

“I could have refused to help my rapist get more victims…”

“He would have killed you.”

“Then maybe I should have died rather then-”

“No, none of that. You did what anyone put in your situation would have done. You do not deserve to die for that.” Max said in a little more stern of a tone than he meant. Tammy just continued to sob hard, burying her face in between Max’s thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry… I’m ruining dinner for you two…”

“It’s ok, sweetie. We are always here to comfort you when you need it~.”

“Damn straight, no matter what, we are here for you.” Tammy continued to cry for about twelve minutes. After which they all decided to go to bed early, Max and Celo kissed both sides of Tammy’s little head at the same time before laying her down for sleep and tucking her into her tiny bed on their head bord.

“I don’t deserve you two being so nice to me…”

“Yes, you do, and we will remind you as often as you need us to.”

“Have a good night, sweetie. Wake us up if you need anything.” They then all went to sleep. Tammy had her demons, but somehow, they were easier to face with her owners. No, not owners, with her friends.

@SmolChlo I don’t think that is a good idea. Depending on how cruel the owner is, the little lady might see crawling into the oven as the easy way out.

But if well taken care of, I could see her welcoming her owner home with delicious fresh baked goods~.

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Victoria rode up the mountains with her royal escort, a gold cart behind her, and twelve armored guards on her right and left. Her father, the king of the realm of Ator, had sent her to negotiate terms with a new resident to the region.

“Guard, are we sure the beast settled in this range?” Victoria asked.

“Yes, your Majesty. The Dragons nest should be just around the bend.” Victoria was not particularly pleased to hear they were close to their goal. The Dragon was spotted flying on the mountain border of the realm, and Victoria was chosen to negotiate with the beast. She decided on her most regal garb for the meeting, a revealing red dress with gold trims that matched her fiery ginger hair and a purple sash with the emblem of her kingdom on it, a golden dove. In truth, she was envious of her guard’s heavy armor. If the Dragon decided to be hostile, they would have a better chance of getting out alive. The company then came upon a cave entrance. It looked forcibly expanded, and the smell of smoke and brimstone emanated from the massive three stories tall hole.

“Hold.” The guards followed the princess’s orders, halting their advance but took tactical positions around the cave entrance. Little good it would do if the beast settled on making them a meal. “DRAGON! I AM PRINCESS VICTORY DALMOT! IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER THE KING, I HAVE COME TO TALK TERMS!” She did not need to wait long for a response. The ground rumbled, and fear gripped the hearts of all present as the monster’s visage emerged from the cave-turned tunnel. The Dragon was only just small enough to exit its lair. The green beast towered over the thirteen humans no larger than dolls. The heat that resonated just from standing before the titanic creature of myth was almost overwhelming, hinting at the inferno that resided within, waiting to be vomited from the creature’s maw.

“Good greetings, princess of Ator.” The Dragon spoke. Something its fearsome elongated mouth toothed both within and without looked incapable of. “My name would be difficult for your tongues, so simply know me as Patriarch. Now, speak your terms, and I will say mine.”

“G-Guard…” Victoria said, doing her best not to appear weak before the terror looming over her in front of her subordinates. “Read the scroll. Don’t keep him waiting.” One of the guards then rode up next to his princess and began to read aloud the terms of their king.

“The Lord and master of Altor, King Ruthard Dalmot III, welcomes you, mighty Dragon! The king offers you three things in exchange for not taking out your wrath on his most noble Majesty’s realm. His eternal friendship and support, a cart filled with treasure most fine…” The guard took a deep gulp before continuing. “…And his eldest daughter to have as you please.”

“What!?” Victoria yelled. She yanked the scroll from the guard’s hands. Rage filled her as she read the words the guard just spoke. She had been tricked into unknowingly sacrificing herself to a monster.

“Ha ha ha ha!” Patriarch laughed hard. “No one told you, did they!? How amusing!” The beast laughed as Victoria weighed her options. If she turned her hours around and tried to run, her guards would stop her, and even if they didn’t, the beast would catch her. “I will accept your king’s gifts and offer another in return. The Griffins in these mountains mark it as rich in gold. So I will deal with the Griffins and scorch the ground where you should dig in exchange for half of all the gold excavated. Now, go give your king my offer. Shoo, be gone!” He ordered with a buff of fire to emphasize his command. The guards then turned and began to ride off, and Victoria could no longer contain her emotions. The hurt of being betrayed by her father, and the fear of the beast she was left at the mercy of, Victoria wept.

…

It stank in the lair. It always stank. Victoria had thought she would have gotten used to it, but after a week of living as a monster’s pet, she still couldn’t quite get used to it. She was allowed to venture anywhere in the lair she wished and had claimed the chamber with a freshwater spring as her little area. Not having anything else to do with her time, Victoria attempted to begin fashioning new clothes from Griffin’s skin, feathers, and goat hide. Granted, she only really knew about tanning hide and dressmaking in theory and had quite a few skins rot on her, but she was genuinely making progress through trial and error. But her precious alone time was interrupted as quaking beneath her heralded the monster’s return.

“I don’t see my little pet waiting to greet me. Do you not want your dinner?” Victoria rolled her eyes as she made her way to the main entrance chamber. She was subjected to the ever-so-unpleasant sight of Patriarch skinning his kills.

“Forgive my absence, my Lord. I was caught up in my hobbies.” Victoria said through gritted teeth as she sat down in her designated spot and sang as the monster ate. She had to look away occasionally during the meal, her master being a messy eater. This was her life now, entertaining an inhuman monster to not end up in its belly. It was enough to make her cry most nights.

“I hope you appreciate the trouble I go through skinning my meals,” Patriarch growled out between chomps of meat and bone. “I still do not understand the human fascination with clothing.”

“As I have explained, we get cold easily.”

"Yet you could just light fires.

“We can’t carry fire around with us where ever we go, my Lord.”

“A blatant lie; you have those firesticks. What were they called torches?”

“That would be impractical when clothing would be simpler and easier.” Victoria could no longer hold back the annoyance in her response. Earning a fiery huff that was only a few inches off from burning her.

“Whatever, come clean my teeth, then you can have your meal.” The former princess then let out a huff of her own, getting undressed down to her underclothes before getting close to the slimy maw of the beast. She started with the front teeth. Her owner always got bits of bones or flesh caught in his inner row of teeth, and Victoria was his designated toothpick. “Now, the back teeth, be quick about it.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Victoria said with an exasperated sigh. Patriarch had two kinds of teeth. The front teeth were meant to tear and shred food, while the back teeth behind his cheeks were meant for chewing. Victoria could easily clean the front teeth, but she would have to crawl into the Dragon’s mouth to get at the back ones. The human toothpick removed her underwear and then moved on all fours into the monster’s open mouth. She choked and coughed on the stink of sulfur and rotten meat assaulted her nose with every breath the beast made. Victoria trembled as she looked down the gullet of Patriarch, the inside of his maw inducing claustrophobia, thick slimy saliva dripping onto her back, and his outer teeth disturbingly resembling prison bars from her vantage point.

“I’m finished. Time to get the hell out of he-” The monstrous mouth then closed around her. And before she could even question what was going on, Victoria was pressed against the roof of Patriarch’s mouth. Was this it, was he finally tired of her? The thoughts swirled inside of her head as her entire form was rubbed and tasted, crown to tows, chest, and crotch. No part of her was unmolested. She screamed and cried as she was rolled around, her owner taking his time to savor and suckle every inch of the body of the frightened maiden. But just as quickly as it started, Victoria was violently spat out of the Dragons mouth. Her spit-covered body shivered from cold and trembled in fear. She quickly turned to face her owner, cowering before the beast that so roughly played with her mear moments ago.

“I’ve been holding back from that for a while now.” Patriarch chuckled as he licked what passed for his lips. “But now, I think we will add that to our nightly routine. Now, eat up. And clean yourself off before coming to sleep.” The cruel beast stomped off, leaving Victoria to cry alone. An act that had become a habit.

…

The air was unbearably cold, even with the thick fur covering Victoria’s body. It had been three months since minors settled in the mountains from Ator. And now, Patriarch was flying to the most developed of the settlements to collect his tribute. Victoria convinced him to take her and many of the furs with them, not so gently dropping her and them as he landed.

“Be quick with whatever it is you want to do here. I don’t intend to linger here longer than needed.” His pet maiden grumbled as she collected up the furs and walked off. She looked for a promising tailor, but all she could find was what looked like a hastily put-together shack with many crowns working on sewing and laundry. But it was all she could realistically expect from such a new settlement.

“Hail, wise women.” Victoria greeted as she approached, gaining the attention of two elders. “I would ask you to fashion new garments for me from this material.”

“You certainly look like you need it.” One of the old women said, looking the princess over. Her once regal garb was now little less than tattered rags that bearly served to keep her modest.

“Now, don’t be so rude, you walking husk!” Said the one-eyed crown to the other’s left. “Her majesty has enough to deal with aside from being belittled by a half-blind ninny.”

“I was hoping that I would not be recognized in this disheveled state.”

“Don’t look like many have.” The one-eyed crown said as she looked around. “Better come inside so we can take your measurements.”

“And put some food in that belly. Ain’t that brut been feeding you, girl!?”

“I’ve only been given his scraps, and he leaves very little.” Victoria refrained from saying much more after that. Not that it stopped the old ladies from trying to get something out of her. All of the questions were focused on the quality of her living conditions. Did she have access to fresh water? Was she forced into labor? Things of that nature. It had felt like a century since anyone talked as if they genuinely cared for her well-being. Even before she was sacrificed to the Dragon, most only cared about her keeping in shape to appeal to suiters, not so much about truly caring for her. Depressingly, it made the captive princess happy.

“You’ll make it through this, girl.” The particularly chatty of the two crowns caring for her said while getting to work on the new dress. “I was given to an Etten in exchange for him not eating all my family’s livestock. Though I suppose I had it easier than you. Believe it or not, one head was a sweetie, and the other was a sexist horny pig. I still kinda miss Hurbert. I sometimes wonder how things could have gone if he was human.”

“How did you manage to escape?”

“He got sick with something and died. I took everything I could sell off and-”

“PET! TIME TO LEAVE!” Patriarch roared at the top of his lungs. But as Victoria was about to head out, her hand was grabbed by the old lady.

“We could hide you, try to distract him while you escaped.” The former princess only considered it briefly but then shook her head.

“He would destroy this place looking for me. And when he finds me, I would wish for death before he was done.”

“Shame.” The old crown said with a sigh. “Well, we should have a nice fur dress or two done by the time you return, your Majesty.”

“Just Victoria will do. On that note, I didn’t get your names.” The red-haired beauty blushed as she spoke. Feeling rather embarrassed.

“Names Helga and the cyclops is Magdalen.”

“Goodbye, and thank you, Helga.” The younger of the two then returned to the Dragon. Being unceremoniously picked up and dropped into the massive sack of gold.

“Next time, don’t doddle,” Patriarch said as he took to the sky.

…

Victoria rode on her horse for hours, though not the hours she came to the cave on almost a year ago; Rose was a magnificent steed. Patriarch had given her permission to leave the lair for recreational reasons, not out of compassion. He just didn’t want his pet to commit suicide out of depression. She wore the fur dress Magdalen and Helga made her. It gave her a barbarian look that she found rather appealing. They even put the Griffin feathers on her collar and shoulders to give her a more regal visage. Victoria dreaded returning to the lair but knew the consequences of being out too long and didn’t want to risk it. The cave was well carved out by then, with all the grandeur of a dwarven hold but with the grim sensibilities of a wicked beast. And speaking of beast, Patriarch was in a foul mood, even more than usual. When she entered the treasure horde slash bedroom, Victoria found her owner blasting the ceiling with fire as he roared.

“Dose something trouble you, my Lord.” She said in a rather deadpan tone. Her owner’s monstrous display would have terrified her when she first arrived. But she was more than accustomed to his petulant fits by then.

“A BLIND DEFF COMATOSE FOOL WOULD SEE THAT SOMETHING IS TROUBLING ME!?” Patriarch roared as he slammed a scaled claw down next to her, bearly missing Victoria with it. Then preceded to loom over her, snarling with a mouth full of flames. But his pet princess was unimpressed. Honestly, after all she had seen him do unprovoked, it would take a truly evil act to raise an eyebrow.

“Would your Lordship like to discuss your problem, or should I leave you to your tantrum?” The mighty beast of myth looked as if it would roast her alive. But then only huffed and went to lay down on his ill-earned pile of gold.

“Come scratch my brow, pet!” Patriarch grumbled out, and Victoria did as he commanded. Climbing on top of his head and beginning to scratch with both her hands. “I don’t get it. I’m sitting atop a literal gold mine, yet no one has begged to be my mate.”

“Truly a mystery,” Victoria said in her usual less than enthusiastic way she spoke when talking with her owner.

“I mean, I’m confident, I’m strong, I have enough gold to fill three hordes. So what am I missing!?” The Dragon snarled, a small stream of fire coming from his maw as she spoke.

“Perhaps you haven’t met the right woman who can appreciate your unique personality.”

“Are you mocking me, pet!?”

“You know what, what if I am!?” The beast tilted his head, forcing Victoria to slide off and land before the now much angrier monster.

“Are you trying to die, bitch!?”

“Do your worst. You overgrown newt! I can’t stand dealing with you’re irrational outbursts anymore!” She was sure she would be roasted alive, skinned, or stabbed and left to bleed out. Patriarch was far too proud and cruel a creature to allow her insults to go unpunished. Victoria was sure the last thing she would see was the horrid maw of the horrible beast, but she was soon surprised when she was grabbed up, and not being crushed. The monster then rolled onto his back, and placed her on his lower belly. The heat of the furnace inside being so close was almost enough to distract from what soon emerged from the beast’s genital sheath. Shadowing the gobsmacked Victoria was a titanic penis as thick as a tree and more than twice her size. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“You think mocking me while being pent up is funny, right? Well, now you get to deal with it!” Victoria was about to give a retort, but she had pushed her luck enough already. She took her time stripping, not wanting to get the stink of the bastard on her nice clothes. Like the rest of the Dragon’s tender parts, the tree-sized manhood was too hot to touch comfortably, but touch it she had to. So she placed a hand on either side of the massive thing and rubbed it up and down. But from the snarling behind her, she wasn’t doing that good a job. “Press harder, pet!”

“There is only so much I can do, my Lord.” The thoroughly humiliated princess said as she glared at the beast over her shoulder. “Perhaps my Lord could do this himself.” Patriarch looked like he was about to scold her, but then a wicked smile crept across his maw.

“You know what, your right…” He then grabbed Victoria up, bringing her to his maw and licking her from crown to crotch. Then just as quickly moved his claws back down to his dick, pleasing himself while pressing the poor maiden to the vile cock. Victoria started to get dizzy, the heat of the throbbing thing, the pressure of the grip, and by the gods, the smell, it was getting to be too much. “This is a good start, but I think I can think of a far more fitting punishment!” The friction then began to speed up, the throbbing more intense. But right before he burst, he moved the princess up to the tip and pressed her lower half down onto it just as it came.

“AAAAAAAAAAA!” Victoria screamed in agony. The Draconic jizz felt like liquid fire being sprayed between her legs, and the worst part, she could feel the burning inside of her. The vile monster holding her then began to laugh as he rubbed his victim into the puddle of cum on his belly. “Mercy, Lord, mercy! It burns, please, mercy!”

“Mercy?” Patriarch chuckled. “What mercy should one show their cum rage?” The beast then began to laugh hard. Tossing the violated princess to the other side of the cave, leaving her to writhe in agony while he used her clothes to clean himself up.

…

Victoria was thoroughly broken. Two years into her captivity, and she crawled all over her captor’s monstrously sized dick.

“Keep it up, pet…” Patriarch panted. “I’m close…”

“Yes, my Lord!” The poor woman moaned out. Rubbing her whole body up and down the mighty shaft as she licked and kissed at it. Her efforts soon paid off; Ribbon after ribbon of semen erupted from the cock bigger than her entire body.

“You did well, pet. Now go wash off. I won’t have you stink up the lair.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Victoria said as she rushed off to the freshwater spring. And as soon as she cleaned off, she heard rustling from a bundle of furs. “Oh, awake are we?” Victoria said as she plucked the one thing that was indeed hers and held it close. Her beloved son wiggled in her grasp. Dravick was at the age he liked to explore the lair, and if not for Patriarch making it clear that he would take no care not to step on him, she might have let him.

“RAAAWWWWW!” She recognized the roar of her master, and from the sound of it, he was in pitched battle.

“Be quiet little one. We don’t know what is happening.” Victoria said as sweetly as she could, calming her child as the sound of battle picked up. And with a thunderous sound, all went silent, aside from the footsteps approaching.

“Is someone in here?” Said a voice, a man’s voice. And soon enough, the red-haired woman saw who it belonged to. A knight, in shining armor and everything, his blad slick with steaming blood. “Are you, princess Victoria Dalmot?”

“I am… And who might you be?” The knight then took what he thought was a heroic pose, but in truth, he looked rather silly.

“I am Danton Raliath! Wondering knight, slayer of the giant of Grim Pass, and now slayer of the Dragon Patriarch!”

“Dead!?” Victoria could hardly believe it. “Show me this instant!”

“R-Right this way.” She was then led outside the cave, and what she saw was a glorious sight. Her tormentor lying dead, her captor split open, her molester ruined and limp.

“It’s true…” She then started to cry. “It’s really true!” Tears of joy and laughter escaped Victoria, startling her child somewhat and making the poor boy cry. “It’s ok, Dravick! It’s ok for the first time in your-”

“By the gods, what is that thing!?” Screamed the knight. And most people would if they saw a baby covered in scales with wings and a tail.

“This is my child, Sir Danton. And I would have you speak softly in his presence.”

“Child!? That thing is an abomination! It must be dealt with!” The knight then reached to grab at the monstrous baby. And the creature’s mother reacted.

“NO!” She screamed as she shoved him. It took a few moments for Victoria to realize that she had sent the man tumbling down the cliff. “Oh, gods… What have I-” Her train of thought was cut off as Dravick started crying. “Shhh, it’s ok, my boy. It’s going to be ok.” Grimly, Victory gathered up as much of the gold as she could and ventured into the mountains. She had no idea what fate awaited her, but she knew her mission.

@Kondo Where did you find the little cutie? Depending on what nation she’s from, her language could be close enough to English for the language barrier to not be as big as you’d think.

Cute little thing~. I would kill for a taste myself~.

After about ten minutes of searching, Alix finally found what he was looking for. The store was called Small Comforts. They sold products specially made for little folk, and as far as he knew, they were the only ones. The moment he walked in, Alix was greeted by a tiny woman on a desk. She was around a foot tall and wore a fine dress suit.

“Hello, sir. Welcome to Small Comforts. What could I help you look for today?”

“Well… Um… This is harder to say than I thought…”

“Feel free to take your time, sir.” The nice little woman said in as kindly a way as she could. But Alix recognized the fake smile she had, the kind he constantly wore when he was in the service industry.

“Well, Mis… I have recently found myself… Housing someone smaller than me. I don’t suppose that you guys have a starter set or anything?”

“We, in fact, do have just that, sir. One moment and I will have an associate bring it up.” After she made a call on a very small phone, a regular-sized woman walked up with what looked like three gift baskets and the same number of pamphlets.

“Please take your time looking over what is in each care package, don’t be intimidated by the price tag. Every care package has a lifetime guaranty or your money back.” Alix looked over the baskets, and he couldn’t help but be intimidated by the price. The cheapest one was almost a thousand dollars, and all it had was a toilet, shower, bed, and four sets of clothes!

“I’m sorry, but would it be cheaper to buy all this stuff separately?”

“Actually, sir, it would cost three times as much. And honesty, it’s a damn shame. Most caretakers don’t buy the right appliances because of how expensive it is. But I can tell you from personal experience, sir, the price is worth it.” Before Alix could even think, he felt Julia adjust herself in his shirt pocket. Then, remembering how he found her, he considered for a moment that no one ever bothered to buy her properly sized things before. He doubted that any of her last so-called caretakers even considered her needs, aside from what was necessary to keep her alive.

“I’ll… Take the middle one.”

“Splendid! That will be $1,567. You made an excellent choice, sir. That is our most highly rated products.”

“Ya, ya.” Alix paid for the overly expensive basket of essential living products and started walking to his car, making sure not to wake Julia on his way home.

…

Julia was a little surprised to find herself in a pocket when she woke up. Usually, her owners liked to carry her around in the front of their underwear. But then she remembered how her new owner found her, how nice he at least pretended to be. She was still wondering why he was so kind before. Maybe he thought she would try to escape if he was too rough with her right away? Or perhaps he was just that nice to lure her into a false sense of security, so she would not resist being claimed by him? A thousand possible sinister motives for his gentle touch rushed through her head as she pocked it out of his shirt pocket. Her nose was the first sense that detected that he was in the middle of cooking. Looking down, she could see that he was frying up sliced chicken on the stove. The heat from the stovetop rolled up his body and washed over her’s pleasantly.

“Oh, finally awake? Dinner will be done soon, but I think I can leave it alone long enough to show you something.” Alix said as he turned down the stove to simmer and walked off. Julia got a good look at his house during the walk. He seemed to be relatively well off, or at least more financially stable than any of her last owners. They then entered what looked like an office with a bed in the corner, a little counter next to it with an alarm clock, and what looked like a strange dollhouse.

“I don’t know what conditions you’re used to being kept in, but I hope that this will be comfortable for you.” Just then, Julia realized, to her shock and utter bewilderment, that the strange dollhouse was for her.

“Y-You got that… For me?”

“Sure did. I’ll let you have a look around it while I finish up dinner, is it ok for me to set you down there?” She nodded, and in moments was lifted out of the pocket by Alix’s big strong, yet so far gentle hand. After she was sat down on the first floor of the dollhouse, she began her investigation of it. To call it a bizarre design choice was an understatement. It was four platforms, each one a little bit higher than the other, and the walls were nothing more than Chinese fans that even Julia could open or fold. The first floor was a sort of living room. It had a cellphone stand in front of a couch and coffee table, a few throw pillows, and some decorative rugs. Julia felt a little uneasy. She was used to seeing furniture being much bigger than her and seeing some her size made her feel off. That feeling of being out of place only got worse when she got to the second-floor kitchen, and she almost screamed when she found out the fridge and stove worked. As shocked as she was by the first and second floor, nothing could have prepared her for the third. Her bedroom was a little plain, primarily brown and gray, but what surprised Julia was that it existed at all. She hesitated to touch anything, not knowing what she was fearing, but that she was indeed afraid. Set up next to the bathroom was a large, but still her size, wardrobe. She hesitated to open it. The closest thing to clothes Julia had worn in years was a pair of mouse ears and a but plug with a mouse tail on the handle. When she did open it, she found clothes her size, and even when she held a dress in her own hands, she could hardly believe it was real. Julia tried on her new clothes, a mix of excitement and hesitation as she did. She tried on a few different sets of underwear, dresses, shirts, and pants, but she had spent too much of her life naked to be comfy in anything that covered too much skin. By the time Alix came back, Julia had settled on a green tube-top and short-shorts. She was so distracted by her reflection, mostly how odd she felt she looked dressed, to notice he was in the room until his shadow came over her. When she did, terror returned to her poor little heart as she quickly got onto her knees before him.

“S-Sorry I didn’t ask your permission before getting dressed, Master! I J-Just-”

“Hey, calm down. You don’t need my permission to wear clothes. Dinner is ready. Do you want me to bring you food to eat in your new house, or do you want to eat in my dining room?”

“I-I… I would rather eat with you…” Julia walked over and sat down in her Master’s massive hand. She noticed the blush on his face as he looked over her outfit. She was used to being admired for how she looked, but didn’t know how to feel about him being more flustered by her with clothes than without them. They soon got to the table, Alix sat Julia down next to an itsy bitsy table with equally teeny tiny plate and silverware. She picked up and examined the her size fork. She usually just ate out of a thimble or got tossed onto the plate with the food and licked clean after the meal. As such, she had no idea how to use the silverware, making her feel somewhat awkward.

“Careful, this is still hot.” Alix said as he dumped a regular spoon full of pasta onto her plate. It was chicken parmesan, and it looked like he made an effort to chop it up as fine as he could for her convenience. Somehow, this is what pushed her over the edge. Julia started crying, holding her face in her palms as she fell back into the tiny chair that was there for her.

“Oh no, are you ok? Did I do something to upset you?” Alix said as he moved to loom over her, not in a menacing way, or at least he tried not to be. Julia moved her finger’s so that she could look up at the all to caring giant.

“Why are you so nice to me? No one has ever been this nice to me! Why are you treating me like a person!? What are you getting out of this!?” The friendly giant face hovering above her contorted in confusion, and maybe a little sadness.

“What?.. I’m sorry but… Your sad that I’m being nice to you?”

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE!?!?!? I have been nothing but a toy from the day I shrunk, and have been treated as such! Why are you different!? Are you different!? Is this just some sick game to make me think you’re nice until you pull the rug out from under me!? THEN JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!” Julia couldn’t remember the last time she ever yelled back to one of her owners. She knew that if this was all an act, she was going to be put through hell for her outburst. But right now, she didn’t give a fuck. The giant didn’t really know how to respond to Julia’s accusations. Sitting back in his chair and thinking.

“I’m sorry that… I’m sorry that you were forced to live like that. I have no idea how much you had to suffer to think of yourself as only a toy to be used and abused. But things are different now, and I promise that no one will ever hurt you like that again.” Julia looked at Alix with shock and awe. She had no idea why he was doing this, no idea if he was just manipulating her. But just the idea that he was honest was too much for her little heart to take. If big people could have been this kind the whole time, then why weren’t they? Why did every giant she fell into the clutches of untile now chose to hurt her when they could have been nice? Why was she forced to be a toy if she was a person all along? The questions rushed through her mind over and over, as she curled up onto the table and wept. Soon the warmth of Alix’s hand engulfed her, but he didn’t pick her up, this was as close to a hug as he could think of to give. Julia embraced the kind of hug, the last time anyone ever touched her this gently was right before she was taken from her parents.

“We can eat later. I think you need some time alone.” Alix said as he picked up the little woman and carried her to her new bed. Placing her down onto it as gently as he could.

“There is a bell right over in that corner, you can ring it if you ne-”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“Well… I don’t see you as a toy. You are a person who was forced to suffer like no one ever should. And I know you might not believe me, but I have no intention of hurting you like that.”

“But I’m not a-”

“Yes, you are. I don’t care what some monster told you, but you are a human woman. And you deserve to be treated like it.” Alix’s voice became sterner than before. Not in a scary way, but with more authority than he may have intended. The commanding tone of his voice strangely comforted Julia. He still spoke as a friend but sounded like a Master.

“I… Thank you, Alix… I’m sorry for my outburst…”

“It’s fine… Actually, there is nothing fine about how you were treated before. But I hope to make your time in my care mare pleasant. I will be cleaning up downstairs. Ring the bell if you need me.” Julia nodded to her kind owner before he walked off. She was still confused by him, and the fact that he made her reconsider her place in the universe was troubling. But he was her new owner, and if this was how she was to be treated, then this is how it will happen. She curled up in her new blanket and tried not to think about anything. Dossing off as she compared the blanket’s warmth to the tenderness of the sudo hug Alix gave her before. As she drifted to sleep, she kinda hoped that he might do that again soon.

(Hello everyone, this is your one true king, MRGOBLINKING7!!! This was supposed to be a one-off story, but someone wanted more, and I’m a people pleaser. Hope this wasint to horrible a continuation. And have a wonderful life, my little goblins!)

@Olo Bring up Star Trek in a size fetish form, and be ready to be reminded of that time in DS9 when they shrank a shuttle down to the size of a handgun, and the crew to the size of a black bean!

But something that this thread reminded me of was how in the Game of Thrones tv show, they did their best to make the giants look like they would function in our world. Like, they gave the big fella elephant feet, and a pyramid-style body build, getting more narrow the farther up the body you got. They made a really big deal about the giant design looking like it would function as a living creature in a non-fantasy setting.

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Part - 1

“Hey, Randy! I popped by to see you sense you’re off!” Jayden said as she walked into the apartment, wearing an outfit intended to drive her man wild. She wore a yellow skirt that didn’t go nearly low enough to be decent and a long-sleeved white button-up top that needed to have the top few buttons loose to fit. Her bushy, full hair, which she usually kept as a puffball, was divided into fuzzy pigtails. She looked like a black pop star from the early 2000s, but as she looked around, she saw that her intended audience was nowhere to be found.

“Now, where is that boy? If I let people see me in public like this for nothing, he’s getting kicked.” Jayden searched high and low for her boyfriend, finishing her search in his bedroom. “Looks like I’m just going to have to surprise him another way then~.” She then got onto Randy’s bed, trying out a few poses.

She got on all fours and pointed at the door. “Ya, I can’t keep this up for long.” She then tried lying on her side, resting her head on one of her hands. “An oldy but a goody, but I can do better.” She then rolled over face down, raising her rear end into the air. “Ok, this one is just silly.” She then sat up, leaning against the wall with her legs spread. “I don’t know. Am I trying too hard?” She got up, stretching a bit as she thought about what to do for her fella. Then she saw something sticking out under his bed, and a mischievous smile curled on her lips.

“Oooo! Did I just find my baby’s porn collection?” Jayden got on her knees and started looking around under Randy’s bed. “Just gonna take a quick peek at what that guy thinks I wouldn’t say yes to, is all.” She justified herself as she dug out his bed’s underside. She did not find much at first: discarded socks in better condition than she expected and some boxes of mechanical equipment; her man was such a nerd. Then, she found a box labeled toys and made a victorious chuckle.

“Now, let’s see what he was hiding from me~.” Jayden opened the box. She didn’t know what to expect to see, but it was so much more than she was ready for. In the box were two women the size of mice, one redhead and one blond; both looked pretty beat up and worn out. “What on earth?” She said as she reached into the box but pulled her hand back when she saw the abused little things recoil away from her. “You’re real? What is this, how it this pos-”

THUNK

Jayden quickly turned her head around and saw Randy standing in the doorway. The cute guy’s pale skin got even paler as he looked at her, and Jayden felt the blood rushing from her face as well.

“Baby…” That was all she could say, looking at him, the shock and horror she felt reflected in his own expression. “What is this? Why do you have these gals in here?”

“I’m sorry.” He said in nearly a whisper, raising his hand and pointing what looked like a novelty squirt gun at her. Jayden was quick to put two and two together and looked into her lover’s eyes with all the fear one should have in that situation. “I never wanted you to see this part of me.” Randy was shaking, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Dearest!”

“Randy.” She wanted to say so much more, beg, plead, but that was all that came out as she looked at the sobbing mess of a gunman. “Randy… Please…” Their entire relationship began to flash before her eyes. Their first meeting when she spilled coffee all over his shirt, their first date at the aquarium, their first kiss on the 4th of July, giving him her virginity last February, and it all ended here, on her knees, with a weapon pointed at her. Then suddenly, his legs just gave out under him; he tossed the strange thing away and covered his face as he sobbed.

“I’m so sorry, Jayden!” He cried at the top of his lungs, curling up into himself as tight as he could, burying himself under his arms. Jayden’s heart was racing, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Looking at him, it was impossible to see anything but the sweet man who held her when her grandfather passed, the loving man who would always make double sure she was ok with anything he did to her. Looking down at the abused little women in the box, she couldn’t imagine the man she thought she knew doing anything like this. Against every ounce of common sense she had, she set the box down and moved over to hold Randy as he cried.

“You’re good, baby. I got you,” she said, petting his spine with one hand and gently pressing him to her chest with the other.

“Why are you still here?” Randy managed to squeak out between bouts of sobbing.

“Because momma raised a dumb bitch, apparently.” She bent over a bit and kissed the side of his head she could reach. “And because I love you, you creepy fuck.”

“After finding out about me? After finding them?”

“Well… I’m not entirely comfortable with… That! Especially considering I was a twitch of a finger away from joining them.”

“I’m so, so, so sorry, Jayden!” Randy somehow had it in him to sob even harder, making her feel a little guilty, but she knew she was more in the right than he was.

“There, there, you let all those tears out on my shoulder where they belong.” She noticed that the tiny woman from the box decided to use this opportunity to try and escape. She wondered if she should say something, but she chose to remain silent on the matter. She was not even sure if she and Randy would still be in a relationship by the end of this. “I’m willing to hear you’re explanation for, well, going around shrinking bitches and putting them through the wringer. But I can’t promise anything; I can’t even promise I will still be your baby after you’re done! I mean, holy hell, cracker!”

“That’s more fair than I deserve.” Somehow, Randy’s words struck a nerve for Jayden. She felt terrible for not being ok with his shrinking thing; she just chalked it up to bias; she loved the bastard too much to be subjective. “So, you know how my uncle died recently and how I said he left everyone in my family something except me?”

“Bastard left you a shrink ray, didn’t he?”

“A serum, actually.”

“M’hum.” Jayden’s protective instincts had begun to fade, and she was judging him more harshly now. “Now remind me, that was what, three months ago?” He just nodded, looking away from her, as he usually did when he ticked her off. But the kicked-puppy look was not going to work this time around. “Now tell me, for how many of those months have you been shrinking, gals?”

“Two.”

“Only took you a month to give into temptation?”

“It wasn’t like that!” Randy got up and out of her embrace, walking over to the squirt gun. “The first time I shrank someone was for a good reason. I started out just shrinking stray dogs and selling them as novelty pets online. I was looking for more in the park, and Then I saw this lady just wailing on this poor pooch with her purse.” His voice became stern, his eyes hardening as he looked at the toy gun. “I don’t regret making her suffer.”

“But you got a taste for it?” Jayden asked as she walked over to him. “Tell me, and I want you to be honest, did they all deserve it? Have you only been shrinking and hurting bad people?” He turned to look at her with a grim expression that she didn’t like seeing on his face.

“To an extent, yes. But I don’t know what you would consider justifiable or not.” He walked over to the bag she dropped when he discovered her finding his stash and plucked out a tiny, scared woman. The petite brunette was kicked and wiggled in his grasp; she looked so frightened; it was hard not to feel sorry for her. “She kicked the change can out of a homeless man’s hands and laughed at him as he desperately tried to gather the change. Even stomping on his hands a couple of times just to fuck with him, I think that deserves my less-than-tender mercies.”

“Ok, fuck this little bitch then,” Jayden said as she lost all sympathy for the squicking tiny. “And all of them are like this? All of them are evil to some extent?”

“To my knowledge, yes.”

“And when you considered shrinking me?” The silence was deafening, and the moments before he spoke felt like an eternity.

“I panicked. I thought you were going to tell the cops or something.” He hugged her again, and Jayden didn’t resist, hugging him back instantly. “I’m so sorry I scared you.”

“It’s good, baby. We’re good.”

@i-am-insane I think there’s a book series about that my mom liked to read. The idea of living ships that could talk to their crews, one was used as a slaving ship and went insane from hearing the suffering going on inside of him. For the life of me, I can’t remember what it was called.

But I know that inhuman giants are a thing people like, but mostly furry stuff from what I’ve seen. Been kinda thinking about doing a DBZ story about a troop of Ozaru wreaking havoc on a world. It would be very lewd~!