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@size_master HOLY FUCK! That was intense!

@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.

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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?

Jayla Silvers waited at her table, waiting patiently for her date. The African-American woman was dressed to impress. Her gold-trimmed red dress showed off her generously sized breasts and ass. Its patterns, along with her hair done up in a short afro, helped sell the look of an exotic mistress. But she wasn’t there for her date’s money or his personality, for that matter. Instead, she was there to commit corporate espionage. Her target, one Dr. Mikel Row, was the lead scientist on a project that could change the world forever, and her employer wanted to be the one to profit. She locked her eyes on the target, a solid five foot, just four inches shorter than her, skinny as a pencil, and with thick glasses. The white bastard had no idea how pathetic she thought he was, and he never would if things went according to plan.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” He exclaimed as she sat down across from Jayla, huffing and panting as he did. “My work called and, um, well, I’ll tell you after dessert!”

“Are you in trouble with that ass-hole boss of yours?” She said, her mock concern and frustration being indistinguishable from the real thing. The concerned yet strong-willed lover being her act for this job, she internally groaned, remembering all the times she had to baby the dweeb.

“No, no, like I said, after dinner. I just want to enjoy our night together.”

“Whatever you say, suger~.” Jayla already knew why he was late, and every detail of what he would tell her. She just needed to play him just right, and she would be at least a tenth of as rich as her own ass-hole boss would be when she was done. So Jayla went through the motions of her date the same way she spent the last three months, faining concern for how hard he was working, and insisting that he stand up for himself more, even threatening to go down to his workplace and deal with his coworkers herself. It was less a motherly love she faked and more a, sexy protective older step-sister vibe. At least, that was how she mentally constructed it. They were most of the way through their lava cakes when he finally told her what her informants had already briefed her on that morning.

“So um… Fuck, this is hard to say!” He said, slamming his fork on the table in frustration.

“Mike.” Jayla moved her hand to hold his, looking him in the eyes with a well-practiced look of fierce protectiveness. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together.” He then took a deep breath before continuing to speak.

“My company thinks the project I’m working on might be compromised. So everyone working on it will have to move to an off-sight facility to finish the final stage.”

“How off-sight?”

“An uncharted island in the Caribbean, well, not that uncharted, but governments don’t know about it.” The shock and horror on her face masked the sheer glee that truly coursed through her. This was her moment. She couldn’t mess this up!

“The Caribbean!? What about us!? How long do you plan on being there!?”

“Baby, please!” Mike said in a hushed tone looking around, completely clueless that the spy he was worried about was sitting across from him. “It might be for a while… But… Um…” He started sweating profusely.

“But what?”

“They are letting people bring their families, so you might be able to come. If you agree to sing some papers…” He then pulled out a box, flipped it open, and showed a stunning ring with a knuckle-sized ruby in it. “…And if you say yes.”

“Oh, sugar.” Jayla had been proposed to by so many of her targets that she had a collection of wedding rings at her actual address. She cried her well-practiced happy crying and practically climbed over the table to hug him. “Yes, yes, oh a thousand times yes!”

“Thank you!” He cried genuine tears to match her fake ones. “I know we haven’t been together for that long, but I just know you’re the one!” She had heard the same things a thousand times, and with how fabulously she was aging, she might have it in her to listen to it a thousand more. She wondered if he would kill himself like some of the others she used and left in the dust. But quickly tossed those ideas away as her evil plans unfolded.

…

Mike usually worked nights, so early in the morning was the perfect time for her to break into the lab. She had everything she needed for the operation, gadgets designed to remove all obstacles in her path stealthily. With the small arsenal she had in her infiltration suit, this should have been easy. But Jayla was shocked to discover Mike in the living room waiting for her.

“I was wondering when you were going to try something,” Mikel said, not looking nearly as surprised as he should have been seeing his beloved fiance ready to storm a heavily fortified installation.

“Mike? Sugar, why are you up?”

“Don’t sugar me. I’ve been on to you since our third date.” Jayla took a deep frustrated breath. She pulled out her air gun and lined it up perfectly with his angry eyes.

“This isn’t how it should have ended, but at least the broken heart I’m leaving behind won’t be beating for long!”

“You talk too much. Funny how that’s what will get you in the end.” Jayla scoffed before hearing a loud click. How long had that box been on his lap? How long was his finger on the big red button on top of it? These questions were quickly forgotten as every cell in her body felt like it was made of fire. She fell to the floor screaming and crying, almost passing out several times just from the pain alone. What was probably just a few moments of pain felt more like an eternity of agony, a pain so potent that it altered her very perception of reality.

“Sorry about the pain,” Mike said unconvincingly, sounding much louder than before. “This is the prototype you see. All the bugs have been worked out of the final product. It’s actually a very pleasant experience with the finished model.” His footsteps sounded thunderous, and when her head was finally clear enough to make out the world around her, Jayla screamed in horror. At first, she thought Mike had gotten bigger, but looking around, seeing that she was standing in the caller of her now massive empty clothes, it all became clear to her.

“What!? How did you!? The device was supposed to still be in the prototype stage!” Jayla screamed as her new size sank in, and as Mike got closer and closer, she decided to run.

“That was the information we allowed to leak, yes,” Mike said as he slowly walked behind the now tiny woman, keeping pace with her as she ran as fast as she could. “Truth is, we’ve had working shrinking devices for years. Honestly, the boss should have sold them years ago, but no, he decided to pull this infantile bull shit.” The tiny spy looked frantically for any way to escape. Hope swelled in her when she saw the screen door to the balcony was open. You know he’s had us building satellites. In an hour, he’s planning on sending a broadcast demanding the world surrender to him, or he shrinks everyone. I mean, world domination? The fool was already rich enough to buy five or six small countries already, and my invention could have made him wealthy enough to buy ten more!" Jayla ran as fast as she could, her lungs burning and legs aching from how hard she pushed herself. She just needed to get a little farther. But it was all for not, as he just took two steps and picked her up in one hand. “But I have a feeling that Manhatten getting downsized doesn’t matter to you, even if you were not currently four inches tall.”

“Sugar, please, you know I would nev-” Jayla was then cut off, the air being forced from her lungs as her fiance lightly squeezed her tiny body. He didn’t even apply that much force, but it was enough to make her begin fading in and out.

“I really wanted to be wrong about you, and I wanted to believe that someone would love me for me. But all it took was a DNA test and a background check to confirm what I’d known since middle school. No one likes guys like me, so I used you like you tried to use me.” Mike dropped her before she could entirely loos consciousness. Looking around, she saw she was on their bed. He must have walked back into the bedroom while he was crushing her.

“Mike, please, forgive me!” She begged as she got onto her knees before the titanic man loomed over her. “I swear my feelings for you were honest! The money was just too good, and I was weak! Please, Mike, I do love you!” The giant loomed over her in a mock thinking pose, everything she said to try and get him to spare her life was a blatant lie, but she hoped that it would be enough to keep her alive for even a moment longer.

“Prove it.” He said in a mocking tone as he loosened his pants and let them, as well as his underwear, drop to the floor. Jayla went wide-eyed in horror. His average-sized masculinity was now more than a tiny head taller than she was.

“Y-You know, I could do a better job if I were just a bit taller.”

“No. Please me as you are, and if you are a good little whore, I might let you off the hook.” She bristled at that remark. All the fake affection evaporated as she glared up at him. Mike then moved onto the bed, making her fall over from how much it shook. He leaned back on the headboard, half lying down with the tiny woman between his legs. “Now get to work before I change my mind about giving you this chance to save your hide, sugar.” Jayla snarled at the cocky bastard as she did as she was told. She had formulated her plan of attack. She mounted the shaft, facing away from him, and started grinding on him. It was so surreal. Just three days prior, she was milking that pale dick with her mouth, and now she was so small that even the idea of trying seemed ridiculous.

“This doing anything for you~?” The little lady asked in as sensual a tone as possible, looking back and trying not to glare at the smug fuck.

“Oh, I think you could do better. Hell, I know you can. How often did you throw yourself at me to try and sell the supportive girlfriend act?” Jayla scoffed. If that’s how he wanted to play it, that was fine with her. She then laid face down along his cock, licking and kissing at his massive manhood as she rubbed her chest, belly, and crotch against him. Nearly bucked off by how it twitched in pleasure beneath her, that idea that Mike was getting off to forcing a helpless woman to please him was a little surprising. He didn’t seem the type. But then again, she did try to emotionally manipulate him for profit, so it might just be revenge getting him going. “Fuck I need more!”

“Wh-What do you mea-EEEEP!” He then grabbed her up and moved her to his mouth. He then began to slobber all over her, sucking and nibbling it, his heart’s delight. Making sure she had a thick layer of his spit clinging to her body before pressing her to the underside of his dick and using her as a masturbation aide. Being pressed against him so hard that it was hard to breathe and being rubbed up and down so fast it was making her head spin. But then, for about a moment or so, Mike’s grip became so tight that it nearly crushed the life out of her. She could feel his cum shooting out of his cock, and the moment he finished, he went limp and dropped her.

“Fuck, I don’t think you could have made me cum that hard at your normal size!” Mike panted. Jayla ached all over, feeling like she got into a fight with a buffalo and lost. Then, an explosion was heard, and Mike got up and started getting dressed. “And that would be the UN task force I tipped off to the location of this place. Yes, your not the only one who can smell an opportunity to profit from fucking someone over.” He then got his bags together and grabbed Jayla up as well. “Congratulations, you get to survive this. Keep up the good work, and you might even live to see old age.” Mike mocked as he bound the poor tiny up in rubber bands and threw her in his suitcase.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up…” She whimpered as she felt the suitcase lifted and carried off. She woke up less than an hour ago, knowing she was going to become one of the wealthiest women in the world. And now, she lives at the mercy of a man she tried to use and even kill. She didn’t believe in God, but at that moment, she prayed with all her might that this was all just a bad dream.

@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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Holy shit! Now that was a rollercoaster of a chapter! Kinda sad that the evil little shit is just using Mike and probably won’t keep his end of things, but man, is this a fun read!

@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~!

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

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.

@Olo Shirt pocket, and or down the front of my pants. Those are the only options for tinies I decide to keep, but I think I should be applauded for even giving the little things a choice at all.

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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.

@TakoAlice8 Not the biggest fan of gloves, personally. You can’t really feel the person your touching very well, but it can be very lovely for the person being felt up with a glove, I suppose, if they like the texture of the glove.

Kinda like oral sex, more of the other person, but you like making them happy, so happy to do it.