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I can tell you right off the bat that therapy works.

I used to have a serious self-loathing problem related to my fetishes. I mean, the idea of getting off to torture, rape, humiliation, digestion, dehumanizing others, it clashed so heavily with my usual moral self that it really fucked me up mentally.

I was in a better place for a good chunk of time because I was able to talk to someone and get the help I needed. I’m actually going to get back into therapy for unrelated but equally serious reasons.

Trust me; you’re making the right choice by seeking help. And I wish you all the luck in the world in finding what you need to feel better.

This story was a request by Weavelg0d, right here on Doddy’s Dollhouse. If anyone else has a request, and I can make something work with it, please let me know.

Mordred hated his name, it carried some negative connotations. But that is what he got for being a warlock. He was an imposingly tall man, jet black hair with a few lines of gray and blood-red eyes. To any unsuspecting mortal, he would appear to be in his mid-forties, but the warlock was far older than that, an ancient menace that plagued humanity for longer than he would ever confess to. Hidden from the mortal world, the magical folk have their grip on everything. Mordred himself owned five companies, and he used his wealth and influence for truly evil ends. But today was a lazy day, and he was determined to have his fun. And as he arrived at his target, a wicked grin formed on his handsome face.

“Here we are.” Mordred said to himself, a habit he formed when he realized that almost nobody else was worthy of being spoken to as an equal. He flew on wings formed from darkness itself, hovering above his intended target. He didn’t know the name of the women’s prison he visited that night, and quite frankly, he didn’t care. He had arranged for the cameras and security systems in death row to be down and the guards to be anywhere else. When everything checked out, he descended into death row, and breathed out a noxious gas. The stinking violet fumes filled every cell. From the few startled screams, Mordred knew that some of them were still awake. That didn’t matter. He walked into the first cell and found what he was looking for right away.

“Well, hello there~.” He said with his deep, powerful voice. His eyes locked on the woman occupying the cell. His spell had done its trick, and he was just in time to watch her twindle and shrink. He chuckled as he walked over to her now minuscule form, picking her now five-inch body off the ground.

“NO!!! Let me go! Let me go this instant!” She screamed as she struggled in his grasp. Finally, he was able to look her over more closely and liked what he saw. She was South American, but he couldn’t tell which kind specifically. And her curvy body felt just right, unintentionally rubbing herself all over the inside of his closed hand as she tried to escape him.

“You will do nicely~.” Mordred said as he placed his new plaything into the small chest he brought and proceeded to go into the next cell. He collected one after the other. Most were woken up by being picked up, others after being placed in the chest. One cell was a bit of a surprise, there was a male guard with the prisoner. His satisfied smile curled into a snarl. And he picked them both up, one in each hand, glaring at the guard angrily. “There was not supposed to be anyone here while I did this! Why are you here!?”

“I… Oh, God… I…” He just studdered and babbled as the red eyes of the warlock peered down at him. Annoying said warlock to no end.

“You girl, speak! Why was he here?” The petite blond in his other hand yelped in shock as she was addressed.

“H-He… He came in to… Rape me. He does it often, particularly to the girl’s being executed the next day.” Mordred rolled his eyes.

“I specifically ordered that there were to be no guards in these cells. And I can’t leave any evidence I was here.” Mordred said rather casually, if a bit annoyed. Then, without hesitation or warning, he tossed the guard into his mouth, amused as the blood seemed to drain from the blond’s horrified face as he chewed her would-be rapist and swallowed what was left of him. He then finished collecting his things and took back off into the night sky, a little frustrated by his unplanned snack. He would have to work his toys even harder when he got home.

…

In the realm that sits beyond the edge of light, at the gates between the worlds of the living and the dead, on the bones gods that existed before the solar system itself formed, Mordred made his home. All things considered, it was a very comfortable place to live. Gothic architecture, ambient lighting from the few lamps in the otherwise dark void, and he got an excellent deal on the carpeting. His mansion was everything that lesser warlocks and witches strived to accomplish, and having it painted a target on his back.

But those were worries for another day, for now, he had new toys to play with. He entered his playroom, lining the walls were the many trophies from ten years of acquisitions. Pictures of his little toys in memorable posses or suffering notable ends. Stuffed and skeletal remains posed artistically, or tiny victims transmuted into gold and precious gemstones in equally pleasing displays. And most notably, various instruments of torture, the flesh loom, acid drippers, a skinning rack, serrated dildos, and many more well-used devices for the art of breaking body, mind, and spirit. At the center was a short-legged table, at crotch height, when he sat down on the throne next to it. The table he dumped his toys out onto had everything they would need when he was not using them, fresh water for drinking and bathing, nutritious insects that they could eat but pose no threat to them, and comfortable enough beds for them to sleep on.

“Hello again, little ones~.” Mordred said as he sat down on his throne, looking over them like a god, and to them, he might as well be. “All of you were meant to die, some tomorrow, some next week, others a year or two from now~. But I saved you, I took you from the jaws of certain death, and ask only for your obedience in return~. You may call me Master, say thank you, Master.”

“Go fuck yourself!” One of the tiny things said, the little ginger glared at him in rage, her teeth gritted. “I ain’t no man’s plaything! So you can get stuffed!” Mordred chuckled at her outburst, he was hoping to make an example out of someone, and he didn’t have to wait very long for a volunteer. He then whistled, and puttering in, a little puppy hopped up onto his lap. The puppy had jet black fur and purple eyes that seemed to be projecting light, like cute tiny flashlights.

“This is, Porthos. And I think he deserves a treat!” The puppy happily hopped onto the ground as Mordred picked up the defiant ginger. “Rollover, Porthos.” He then did as his Master ordered. “Good, boy!” Mordrid said to his pooch, before twisting the rebellious gingers left arm off, tossing it to the puppy, who gladly ate it. He ignored the screams coming from his hand and the table, never taking his eyes off of Porthos. “Now sit.” The happy puppy did as was commanded and got rewarded with another twisted-off bloody limb. He was already getting hard from the feeling of soft flesh tearing and ripping in his now wet hands. He continued the display until there was nothing left to reward his little friend with, letting Porthos lick his bloody hands clean.

“M-Monster! You fucking monster!” Mordred then looked to the table. The moment his demonic red eyes fell upon them, the little toys went silent. Looking his playthings over, most were looking up at him like he was some terrible natural disaster they could not escape, others seemed to just curl up and weep, a few even threw up from the grizzly demonstration of cruelty. All of them recoiled and screamed when Porthos jumped back onto Mordred’s lap, tail wagging, wanting more yummy treats and attention from his owner.

“You did a good job, buddy. But you go to bed now.” The little ball of satanic fur and joy then ran to his den under the table, leaving his Master alone with the new toys. “I do hope that you pretty little things realize your position now~. And the price for disrespecting my kindness~. Now repeat after me, thank you for saving us, Master~.”

“Thank you for saving us, Master.” The frightened little women said half-heartedly. Most were still too terrified to think clearly.

"Much better~. Now, we need to see just how thankful you all really are~. Mordrid then moved his hands down to his pants, undid the front, and placed his genitals on the table. A smirk of pride formed on his face. Even before it was three times their size, his cock would still be a worrying size. He often got complaints about it being too big. Actually, it made finding a fulfilling romantic relationship rather difficult. It turns out that there is such a thing as too big down there. "I want as many many of you as possible to work my dick~. I want you to use your tongues, hands, chests, asses, every inch of your baby to please every inch of my manhood~. And don’t forget the balls, got it~?

“Y-Yes… Yes, Master…” The South American woman who was the first to be claimed muttered as she slowly walked over to the enormous cock, tears rolling down her face as she begged in her first language for God to save her. She moved her hands to begin rubbing his massive dick head while putting her tongue to work, making out with the slit. The others followed in her footsteps, four on each side of his shaft, rubbing and licking. Three mounted the titanic manhood, unable to sit up properly, the laid down and did their pest to rub and grind un and down it. In the shadow of his male pride, three others toiled to lick and rub the underside, five rubbed and licked his massive sack, one woman he couldn’t get a good look at work the part where the shaft met the sack.

“Oh God, why me?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Please don’t make me do this.” Those were some of the many things his new toys whimpered as they pleased him. His masculine member was so sensitive that Mordred could feel the trembling of the little things on him, every individual tear they shed as they sobbed on his twitching cock. It made him chuckle menacingly. That was what pleased him, not their rubbing, not the feeling of their soft flesh rubbing on his, their misery. Suffering and torment, the humiliation of lesser lifeforms, sexual gratification only meant something to him when it was taken from a whimpering victim. The weeping and shivering of misery were what sent Mordred over the edge. To a predatory growl, he cummed hard, knocking the South American woman making out with his tip flat on her ass. She did her best to cover her face and crotch, probably not wanting to get impregnated by the buckets of cum dumped on her. Mordred looked his little toy over; his milky white seed covering her coffee-colored skin was so perfect that it almost got him going all over again. He pulled out his cellphone, and while she broke down and wept, her salty tears mixing with his salty cum, he took a picture.

“Another one for the wall~. Now, the rest of you lick my tip clean~. then I’ll leave you to get comfortable~.” The three closest to the tip did as they were ordered. Only when he was sure they got every last drop off of him did he put his cock away and leave. He had his fun, so there was no reason to linger among them any longer, but he would be back soon enough.

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For my personal situation and relationship, yes.

For anyone else, ask your partner if they are cool with it.

While I personally do not associate sexuality with emotional connection, my soon-to-be spouse does, and I respect that, so I don’t do sexy RPs.

You just have to be open with your other half about whether they are okay with it or not, or if they have ground rules for being okay with it. Ya’ll gotta communicate!

Ople was exhausted; after a long day at the office, the young blond’s feet were killing her.

“Fuck today was a long one!” She said to no one in particular. Stretching from the strain sitting at a desk all day put on her spine. Thinking about nothing except getting out of her gray dress suit and spending the rest of her night watching late-night talk shows under a blanket. That is until her stomach started growling.

“Well… I need gas anyway… And if I happen to find I’ve bought a box of boneless buffalo wings and a fourth tub of ice cream, I deserve it for working so hard.” Ople said. She had grown quite skilled at justifying getting food out when she had a full fridge to herself, a skill that has and would continue to result in the weird smell never leaving her apartment.

It was a relatively quick drive to the gas station. She had gotten gas, then went inside to pay and order.

“Hey, I know this is a stretch, but is your kitchen still-” Ople stopped dead in her tracks. Two guys were wearing generic hockey masks. One of them was holding a handgun up to the cashier, and everyone had their eyes on her.

“What the fuck!? Brent, you were supposed to be keeping a lookout for-” The gunman was cut off by the cashier lunging over the counter to try and get the gun away from him. But his courage was only rewarded with three shots through the chest. Everyone in the station was horrified, the shooter most of all. “Fuck man, was nine fifty an hour really worth it?” Ople moved to try and leave the way she came, but the moment she turned, she felt the worm gun barrel to the back of her head. “Be smart, miss. I didn’t come here to kill anyone, but I can’t let you go squealing either.” The gunman then grabbed her by the collar of her dress suit and pulled slash shoved her into the arms of his compatriot. “So you’re going to come with us, so we can figure out what to do with you.”

“Oh, I know just what to do with her!” The other robber said with a laugh, chilling Ople to the core of her being. This can’t be real, she thought. Even as she struggled in the grasp of the pervert covering her mouth and dragging her out the back. This can’t be happening, please God, don’t let this happen, she tried to scream through the hand covering her mouth. They were almost halfway down the dark alley when they heard a voice.

“Didn’t your mothers ever tell you not to pick on girls?” They turned to look at the source of the voice, and walking down the alley toward them was a relatively short and slim man in a green hoody.

“Not another step, punk! Or I’ll-” Then it happened. The stranger in the hoody stared at them intensely with his almost glowingly vibrant green eyes. That same kind of green began to fill the corners of Ople’s vision, and she started to get dizzy. It seemed the robbers did too; the one holding her let go, and all of them seemed to have trouble standing up. She was on her ass when her head stopped spinning, and everything strangely went dark. Looking up to see what was blocking the street light filled Ople with a new horror.

“Now I know I’m dreaming, no, having a nightmare,” Ople said to herself in a half-whisper. The skinny guy, who couldn’t have been more than five-two, was now a towering colossus, his bright green eyes looking down at the now minuscule people at his feet with disgust and hate.

“What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK!?” The second robber said right before getting up and trying to run, the gunman following close behind. The green giant then began to walk forward, passing over the stunned office worker. Ople didn’t look behind her; she didn’t need to, as the loud wet crunches accompanied by the rumbling under her told her exactly what happened to the men who tried to run. She wanted to run too. Every fiber of her being told her to run as fast as she could, especially when the shadow of a hand came over her. But she didn’t, frozen in terror like a rabbit in the claws of an eagle. He moved his titanic hand to make her at eye level, and those dazzling green eyes took up her entire field of vision.

“Are you ok?” The question caught her off guard and made her notice a few things. First, the hate was gone from his massive eyes, replaced with concern, maybe tearing up at the edges. And the way she was being held, cupped in his hands like one would hold a bird or baby animal, secure but not constricting.

“Y-Yes, I’m ok.” Ople started blushing, the way he held her, the warmth of his hands that cradled her entire body. It was making her feel things, she didn’t understand it, but it was happening.

“Whew! That’s a relief.” He said with a rather disarming smile. Getting a better look at him, the green weirdo looked like a stereotypical pretty boy. He looked like the kind of guy you would see getting topped in a porno or who could pass as a woman if he put effort into it. “Sorry this happened, by the way. I would have just shrunk them, but you were all close together. It really couldn’t be helped.” Ople should be terrified of the man, of anyone who could go from the brutal executioner, killing two men right behind her, to a happy green ray of sunshine so quickly. He had to be some kind of insane! But the way he spoke to her, held her, and smiled when he found out she was ok. Despite every good reason she had to be scared to be in his hands, she felt safe, safer than she ever remembered being.

“So… What happens now?”

“Now, you go to sleep. You’ll wake up in bed, and this will all be a bizarre dream you had from eating junk food before going to sleep.” He then breathed out a cloud of sparkling green smoke. Ople felt dizzy all over again and passed out. Feeling like she was melting into the warmth of his mattress-sized hands.

…

The subway station was as busy as usual, but Ople didn’t notice, lost in her thoughts. What happened a week ago felt like it should have just been a dream, but her car was at the gas station. But she couldn’t just tell the cops what she remembered happening. They would have had her in an asylum. Lucky enough that they didn’t have anything linking her to the murder, but she wanted answers as much as they did.

After being cleared of charges, she began looking into shrinking and found more than she thought she would have. About half of it was porn, but the other half was pretty cute, and what started as a search for answers turned into her joining the SW community in earnest. She tried going on five different size-chatrooms, describing the green-eyed stranger, but it all came up empty. Most folks thought she was trying to start an ARG, either dismissing her or playing along, but no one believed her.

So finally, deciding to clear her mind of green giants, she spent the day shopping, even finding the shoes she really wanted for the last month and a half on sale. But just as she got off at her last stop, she spotted the last person she expected to see.

“Ya! Play that funky beat!” Said the same green-eyed stranger who had saved her life only a week ago. Dancing like a dork in a tank top and jeans to a street performer playing the drums, his awful dancing attracting just as much attention as the performer’s drumming. Ople felt almost cheated, the one day she wasn’t actively looking for the shortie, and here he was, grooving like he was the only one in the entire subway. “Take all my money, ma’am!” He said as he emptied the contents of his wallet into the drummer’s hat on the ground. They gave each other the peace singe as he walked off. Ople decided to follow him. This would probably be her only chance to get answers about what happened that night. He then spotted her while moving some of his curly brown hair out of his eyes. From the shocked face he made, he must have recognized her too. He then tried to lose her in the crowd.

“Oh no you don’t, you magical twink!” Ople said as she began to follow him at a faster pace. She was going from a brisk stride, to a powerwalk, to full-blown sprinting. She was not going to let him get away! He then heel-turned into an alleyway. Ople quickly followed him in, only for the deceptively strong man to grab her by the arms and pin her to the wall.

“Why are you following me? Did someone send you?” He said in a tone that seemed too severe to be coming from someone so jovial mear moments ago. The intense glare from those green eyes held Ople in place just as easily as his surprisingly firm grasp.

“No one!” She half shouted, feeling scared of the being she was chasing mear moments ago. “I just wanted answers about what happened last week. What you did, how you did it.” He glared into her eyes for a few moments longer, then let her go.

“Sorry about that, but you tend to make enemies when you live as I do.” He then held out his hand, a friendly smile replacing the scowl he had only a moment ago. “The names Caster; who are you?”

“Ople, nice to officially meet you.” The two shook hands, alleviating the awkwardness a bit. “So, can I ask some questions?”

“Sure thing. I can’t guarantee you’ll like all of them however.” Caster snapped his fingers, and two chairs appeared deeper in the alley, where few could see them. Ople was a little cautious, but followed him and sat opposite him.

“So… What even are you? How were you able to shrink me or summon these chairs? How can this be possible?” Caster moved his hands to his chin, thinking hard about his answers.

“How I can do it would be too complicated to explain, and you’re better off not knowing details. Let’s say it’s magic. And I’m a sorcerer, a master of the mystic arts.”

“Wait, so magic is real!?”

“Yep.” Ople sat back in her chair. She needed a moment to let that sink in. “I’m going to need you to forget this conversation when we’re done. We magic folk aren’t really supposed to expose ourselves to normals. Honestly, I broke like fifty laws by saving you.” Caster smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he did.

“Then why did you? Why not just let those men take me?”

“I’m still human, miss. I couldn’t just let that happen when I had the power to stop it.”

“Well, thanks again for saving me.” She blushed a bit as she remembered how she felt in his grasp that night. “One more question… Can you…” Ople felt so embarrassed by what she was about to say, but she had to ask at least. “Shrink me again?” Caster went wide-eyed momentarily, looking her up and down, then his face went stern again.

“This conversation is over.” He then got up and started to walk away.

“Wait!” Ople said as she got up and followed. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I just… I want to be small again, just for a little bit. I have money if that means anyth-”

“I’m not a whore!” He said sharply, a green fog surrounding him, scaring Ople a little. “And I’m not about to waste my time or power just to help some bored white-collar secretary get off using my wang as a stripper pole.”

“What, ew, no! I don’t want to it for that I just…” Ople then turned around, unable to look him in the eyes when saying what she needed to. “I felt something… When I was small… And I wanted to feel like that again.” There was a deafening quiet for what felt like an eternity. But then Caster sighed.

“Give me a time and place, somewhere you feel safe being shrunk, and I’ll be there.”

“Really!?” Ople turned around sharply, startling Caster a bit.

“A-And have three hundred dollars ready. You said you would pay, and I’m not letting you back out of that.”

“DEAL!”

…

Ople’s apartment was not what one would call unified. She didn’t care if things matched so long as they functioned or were comfortable, leading to a confused and ragtag look with a noticeable lack of art or decoration. She had laid out some objects on her coffee table to interact with after shrinking, including a coffee cup, her purse on its side, some pencils, and a few other minor nicknacks and some candy.

KNOCK KNOCK

“That must be him.” Ople checked herself over one last time, her white button-up shirt and black skirt being within acceptability, she opened the door. “Right on time, come in.” Caster entered as instructed. He wore what seemed to be the same pants as yesterday, but he had on a full t-shirt with a broken green heart on it. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“Not right now, thank you.” He gave her apartment an exaggerated look around. Ople knew her not caring about esthetics put some people off, a reason she bearly invited anyone over. “And I thought my place was a mess.”

“Oh, enough of that.” She said dismissively; she felt odd standing before him, looking down at a man three inches shorter than her, knowing that her perspective would change drastically soon. “So, um, how are we going to do this exactly?”

“I would close my eyes if I were you; much less of a headache, literally. But if you wanna watch the world grow, just be ready for some vertigo.” Ople didn’t dare look away as he gave her an intense glare, not filled with hate like last time, more of a wily look to him this go round. The same green shimmer in Caster’s eyes appeared in the corners of her vision, just like last time. Slowly those enchanted eyes leveled with her own, and Ople’s jaw dropped as he gradually outgrew her, no, as she diminished before him. She started to get dizzy and would have fallen over if he hadn’t caught her. Ople blushed, her breathing becoming heavier as she got smaller and smaller in his arms. She had no idea that shrinking would be so erotic! Slowly but surely, she shrank out of his grasp, his hands to either side of her. Not holding her diminishing frame but being close enough to hold onto as she got smaller and smaller.

“Aaaaand done!” Caster said, pulling her support away to make jazz hands. “How do we feel?”

“I-I… Oh wow…” Ople was speechless. Even crouching down, the previously short man was now a towering titan of soft masculinity, his smile friendly, but he couldn’t hide that hint of smugness. He was enjoying himself just as much as she was.

“Well, I can’t blame you for being overwhelmed. I have to admit; this is new for me too. Most of the time, when people find out I’m magic, they ask me to make parts of them bigger, not smaller!” Caster began to laugh hysterically. At his new size, or more accurately, her new size, it hurt Ople’s ears somewhat. And yet, his delight was contagious. “I noticed the stuff on the table. Want me to help you get up there to play around?”

“YES! I mean, if you wouldn’t mind.” Ople was embarrassed by her enthusiasm, but she couldn’t help it. It was all so much! Caster laid his hand flat on the floor, making it easy for her the get on it. It was such a bizarre feeling walking onto someone’s hand, the warm flesh surrounding her like a carpet. The rush of air as she was effortlessly moved from the floor to the coffee table was terrific. Guys had picked her up before, but it was nothing like actually being in the palm of a titanic hand.

“I didn’t move too fast, did I?” The massive man asked, looking her over with a worried look. “Cuz you look a little off.”

“S-Sorry, it’s just…” Ople covered her cheeks, ashamed at how their blush betrayed her true feelings. “This experience is just affecting me more than I thought it would.”

“If it becomes too much, just say the word, and I’ll get you back to normal in a snap.” The giant said with one of those dorky smiles he always seemed to have on. Comforted by that safety net, Ople climbed off of Caster’s hand, looking over the regular-sized objects on the table, thinking about what to interact with first. “Mind if I get something out of the fridge? I forgot to bring something to drink with me.”

“Oh, sure thing.” As the now gigantic skinny guy left the room, the little lady walked over to her purse. She immensely enjoyed crawling into the now vehicle-sized bag, imagining lying in it as someone carried her around. Then she remembered the money she owed Caster, turning her head to see three one hundred dollar bills folded neatly together and separate from the rest of her money. But when she tried to pick up the folded bills, she found it difficult, not because they were heavy, but because they were wide. It would have been much less wonky if she had bothered to fold them one or two more times. When she made it out of her purse, dragging the money behind her, she saw Caster on her couch—scowling as his feet were on her coffee table; one of her alcoholic grape sodas was in his hand.

“Feet off my table, jumbo!”

“Yes, ma’am!” The mountainous man said as he did what he was told, even sitting up straighter too. Ople giggled a bit at how he jumped, but her amusement seemed nothing to his as he did his best to choke back a loud laugh.

“And what prey tell is so amusing?”

“Seeing you have so much trouble with just three bills!” Caster laughed hysterically, making the tiny lady on the table go red from embarrassment. But not just embarrassment. Something about a usually short unintimidating guy now towering over her and laughing at her meekness was somehow appealing. Ople didn’t think she had a sham kink, but she also didn’t know she liked being small until it happened to her. She had to compose herself, they were in her home, and she had to be in charge!

“Oh, shut up! You try carrying three wide wobbly sheets of thin cardboard and look graceful and dignified!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m not used to interacting with people I’ve shrunk.”

“Well, that’s no excuse for bad manners,” Ople huffed. She Dragged the money to the table’s edge, only for him to lean over, pick it up, and count it one-handed. Something about that added to her feeling of being insignificant, small, and weak in the presence of a man who looked like strong language would bruise his cheek. And what was worse, she now knew for sure that she liked feeling like that. A shiver ran up her spine when a wicked smile grew on his face. “What are you smirking about?” She tried to fake an ora of superiority as she spoke but couldn’t tell if he had bought it.

“Oh, it’s just that I like drinking out of cups better than bottles. But the coffee cup is all the way over there!” He said in a melodramatic tone as he pointed to said cub, well within his reach if he just leaned for it. “But alas, I strained myself laughing and can’t get it. If only my hostess was strong enough to get it for me, but she could bearly handle folded paper! Woa is the sorcerer who has to drink his beverage from an unsatisfying vessel!”

“Why you arrogant big- I’ll show you!” Ople screamed before stomping over to the mug, grabbing it by the handle, and bearly moving it as she pulled with all her might. It was so humiliating to struggle so much doing something so simple. And as she moved to the other side of the cup to try her luck pushing it, she could see he was enjoying it too. That condescending grin he wore while tricking her into making a fool of herself somehow looked rather cute on him, but she couldn’t let him know that! After five minutes, which felt like five days of struggle, Ople finally got the cup to where he could reach it. “See. huff Easy. huff” She said before falling to her knees, never feeling more exhausted. Sweat stains formed on her clothes as drops of it dripped off her face and made her hair wet.

“I’m impressed,” Caster said, placing a bottle cap full of the spiked soda in front of the worn-out tiny. “I expected you to give up after two minutes.”

“Shows what you know, ass.” Ople picked up the bottle cap and took a deep swig. The drink had a very low alcohol content, so she didn’t have to worry about getting drunk.

“Sorry if I’m teasing you too much. I don’t know how I should act in situations like this.”

“If you go too far, trust me, I’ll let you know.”

…

“Is this the right place?” Ople asked herself as she parked her car in the gravel parking lot next to a well-weathered singe, Humphry Wild Gardens, it said in worn-out orange letters.

“Caster! You said you would meet me at the entrance! Where are you!?” The young blond yelled at the top of her lungs. This had been the sixth or seventh time they had hung out. One time he shrank her down to sneak into a movie, and another time he just carried her around window shopping in his shirt pocket. This was the first time he had been the one to pick a location, so Ople was a little nervous. She justified her choice of dress by how hot it was, but it would be a lie to say her short shorts and tight t-shirt with a heart-shaped boob window were not for Caster’s benefit as well. She had been considering it only recently, but she was genuinely falling for the sorcerer. She considered making her move but kept second-guessing herself, wondering if being friends would be better.

Then all of a sudden, the sky began to darken, and the wind started to pick up. Ople would have been a little scared by the sudden change in the weather until she saw the green lightning overhead. Then, a bolt of green lightning struck the ground, splitting it open, and a great green fog cloud erupted from it; the silhouette of a twenty-foot-tall giant formed within the cloud, a billowing laugh accompanying it. “Who dares to summon me!?” The obscured figure shouted, making Ople roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Oh, shove it. Just because you can show off doesn’t mean you should.”

“Sorry about that. I just don’t get the opportunity very often.” Caster said as the sky and fog cleared up, his awkward and slightly embarrassed smile becoming visible. And when she saw what he was wearing, she couldn’t help but get a little annoyed with him. Here she was, putting in the effort to look appealing for him, and he showed up in tattered jeans that were bearly holding together and a lime green shirt with a cartoon unicorn vomiting a rainbow while crying. Why was she infatuated with this dork? She screamed at herself in her head. “Is something the matter? You have that face you make when I do something stupid. My entrance wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Why, for all that is good in the world, do you always dress like a beggar?”

“What? It’s my style. It’d be weird if I didn’t. Also, your one to talk, little miss cover girl.”

“Just pick me up already, jumbo.” Caster did as he was instructed, moving one hand to serve as a seat and the other wrapped around her abdomen. She blushed slightly as she noticed the thumb of the hand she was sitting on was touching the thigh, but she allowed it, for now anyway. He held her up to be just a regular-sized head or two under his chin, giving her a great view of the treeline as he started to walk. As lovely as it was to be shrunken, something was just as magical about him growing. It made not just her, but the entire world feel small compared to him, like a living god descended from above, and out of all the puny little things he could have snatched up, he chose her. She tried to hide how flustered she was when she next spoke. “So, where are you carrying me off to?”

“You can probably see it if I move you to my shoulder. Just a second.” He then, not as gently as he could have, moved the little woman to sit on his shoulder like a bird. The view was even better from there. The treetops made an almost never-ending sea of green, just a few shades of from Caster’s eyes. In the distance, Ople could see a clearing with what looked like a small one-room cabin, smoke rising from the chimney.

“What are you plotting, you big goof?”

“Nothing nefarious, I assure you. I just put a casserole and a few pies in the oven.” Ople had to hold onto his hair as the titanic twink started half skipping. She thought about yelling at him for not warning her, but he seemed happy, and she didn’t want to spoil that. They eventually reached the clearing, and Caster put Ople down at the cabin door. “You might want to get those out of the oven before they burn.”

“You’re not coming in to help me?”

“Hey, I did all the cooking. You just have to get it out. And besides, I think you will get a kick out of me looking in on you through the window.” She just rolled her eyes as she walked in. It was a very cramped little place, bearly enough room for one chair, small table, sink, and stone oven. She had barely gotten the casserole and four pies onto the table that only had just enough room for them when Caster moved his eye to the only window. Ople had to turn away. She was blushing so hard, the sight of the window frame around his gigantic eye like a square eyepiece was just too much, and she couldn’t keep her composure.

“See, I knew you would get a kick out of this!”

“Sh-Shut up!” She turned her head only enough to his that big green eye taking up the entire window. “I didn’t see a picnic table on our way in. Will you come in after you’re done being a big goof?”

“I would, but sadly, I can’t fit. So you’re going to have to feed me through the window.” Before she could say no, the ground shook as he adjusted himself. Now it was his massive mouth taking up the entire window, opening wide, his big tongue lulling into the room just a little.

“Get that gross thing away from me!” Ople screamed as she smacked the tongue. Forcing the giant to recoil while pulling it back into his mouth.

“OW! Those nails hurt! Also, did you even wash your hands before touching it?”

“You start tonging the inside of a cabin! And you’re worried about my hand being dirty!?”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve been touching recently!”

“Humph” Ople crossed her arms and looked away, a big blush on her face. “I would have been more open to feeding you if you asked first.” The ground shook as he moved his eye back to the window.

“Pretty please.” Ople couldn’t give in to the gigantic puppy dog eye looking in on her. But the longer the sparkling green orb locked onto her, the more her iron will begin to rust and falter.

“Fine! Just keep that gob outside the window! AND NO TONGUE!” Caster then moved his smiling maw back to the window, keeping a respectful distance as he opened up. Ople moved the chair to the window, setting the casserole pan on the windowsill, flinging a serving spoon fill into the open mouth.

“Boo, I wanted pie first!”

“Stop your crying, you big baby. No dessert until you have your meal proper.” There was something playful in her voice as she mockingly scolded the giant. They continued the meal, Ople taking a few bites between tossing in some to the hungry giant. They soon went through the casserole and all of the pies, emptying entire tins onto his luling tongue by the end. “Satisfied?”

“Not really. I could use a little more to eat. How about…” Caster then got onto his knees and ripped the roof off of the cabin. “…YOU!” The giant then snatched the tiny blond out of the cabin and started to play nibble at Ople.

“Oh, you stop that this instant, you brut!” Ople giggled as she kicked and shoved at the giant lips pretending to bite at her.

“But your so sweet, much sweeter than those pies. I have to have a taste!” The two laughed as they played a bit more before Caster lay down under some trees, setting Ople down on his chest. “Sorry if that was a bit much.”

“No, I had fun… I always have fun with you…”

“Th-Thank you.” The both of them blushed awkwardly. Neither really knew what to say. “I like hanging out with you too.”

“I would hope so!” Ople said with a laugh. She then gathered her courage, got to her feet, and walked up to Caster’s face. “And… I think I want to keep spending time with you.” Caster moved his hand softly, holding Ople in as close to a hug as he could at his size.

“I want that too.” Ople allowed herself to be moved closer to those giant lips and reciprocated when he kissed her. They didn’t need to say anything to each other. No grand declaration. From that moment on, they were together, and that was it.

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Jayden was cleaning up her and Randy’s room when she reached the toy box. She looked down into it with a look of disgust.

“Now, if I’ve told you little rats once, I’ve told you a thousand times! Use the fucking litter box!” She scolded as she took some paper towels to clean bits of sandy turds out of the box.

“It’s not our fault. Your boyfriend doesn’t pick up the box right, and the litter box spills.” Jayden’s eyes fell upon the one who spoke. Barbra Bennet, in court, gave convincing testimony to get one of her clients, whom Jayden knew was innocent, condemned to fifteen years in prison. So Jayden asked Randy to add her to the collection. She picked Barbra up and held her up to be level with her lips.

“You know, Barbra, there are many things that are expected of women that are an acquired taste. My heels hurt like hell, but I wear them every other day. Dick tastes disgusting when first starting, but the look on my baby’s face makes it so worth it.” Jayden then licked Barbra from her belly to her neck. “And it would drive him even wilder if he watched me swallow one of you alive. He’s been asking me to try enough times for it to be a fetish thing: speak out of turn again, and you’re life sentence will be cut short in the worst way possible. Got it?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am…”

“Good mouse,” she said as sweetly as she could before kissing the tiny one on the head and placing her back in the box when she was done cleaning it. She noticed Randy come in, but he didn’t think she did, trying to sneak up on her from behind. Feeling rather playful, she let Randy think he got the drop on her as he quickly covered her eyes and grabbed her booty.

“Guess who~.” He whispered into her ear as deep as he could muster.

“Mr mailman!? You are early this week!”

“Fuck you!” Randy said as he started laughing hard with Jayden, giving her a hard spank as a play punishment for her comment. Turning her around and gently pressing his forehead to hers. “How’s my Dearest?”

“Doing good. I got some cleaning done. How’s your day?”

“Might just be fantastic.” He then held up a lightly glowing bottle of orange liquid. “I think I finally got it to work!”

“A growing potion? You actually made it… That’s… Great…” Jayden suddenly got a little nervous. She had told Randy at least five times that she would consider being shrunk herself if he had a way of growing her back afterward. But now that he had a growing serum, she thought it was all talk. After all, she saw what he could do to a small woman.

“Hey…” he said as he got his big strong arms around her. Feeling surrounded by his muscular might, Jayden quivered a bit. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I wouldn’t trust me either.”

“Baby, I trust you with my life. But being so small and at your mercy, that’s just a lot, you know?”

“How about I show you it works? Would that help any?”

“Maybe?” Jayden walked over to her dresser, reached into the little fish bowl that served as Botum’s cage, and lifted her up. “Wanna see if we can make you any bigger, shrimp?”

“Yes, ma’am. I want to be at least a little taller,” the cute little thing said as she looked up at Jayden, the same way Jayden looked up at Randy when she was on her knees.

“Set her down on the ground, and I can show you.” She hesitantly placed Botum on the ground and moved her hands over her mouth as she watched him put just a drop of it on her. The poor little lady looked like she was getting dizzy, stumbling a bit from one way to the other, but she did grow from the size of the average mouse to the size of the average cat. “See, totally safe.”

“I can’t believe it!” Jayden said as she looked at her now larger but still adorably tiny pet.

“Wow, everything looks so different at this size,” Botum said but stumbled a bit when she tried to walk, getting scooped up and cradled like a child in Jayden’s arms. “Ow, my head.”

“You just rest up a moment or two, ok?” The cat-sized tiny nodded before snuggling up to her owner’s large breasts. Jayden began to rock her little pet back and forth like a baby in her arms, even enjoying this sudden burst of motherly instinct. But she was pulled out of the moment by a certain someone chuckling a bit, earning him a glare. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“M’hum.” She then set the now partly sleeping tiny down on the bed and confidently looked her lover in the eyes. “Ok, shrink me.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely not, but I said I would try it, so I will.”

“Then forget about it.” Randy crossed his arms and put on his tough-guy look. “If you are not 100% ok with this, then we won’t do it.” Jayden couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that, even though she knew he was being serious.

“Sweet as usual.” She then walked over to him, put her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him lightly on the nose. “Thank you for being so protective, but I want to do this for you. And ya, it’s terrifying, but because I know it’s you I’m in the hands of, I’ll be safe.” Suddenly, Randy started crying and holding her tight. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Thank you for trusting me!” He said, tears streaming from his face as he looked into her eyes. “I appreciate that, I really do! That after all the messed up things you’ve seen me do to shrunken women, that you would willingly put yourself in that position, there are no words!”

“How about I love you?”

“I love you, Jayden!”

“Love you too, Randy.” The two kissed lovingly before she let go of him, got out of his grasp, and stood a couple of steps away. “Ok, shrink me.” With a smug grin, he got out his little squirt gun and sprayed her right on the chin and neck. Then the whole world became all hazy, her head began to spin, and as she fell forward, the last thing she experienced before blacking out was the feeling of Randy catching her.

…

Jayden had a splitting headache. Slowly sitting up, she looked around. The first thing she saw was quite enough to scare her awake.

“Wow, you are so small now, Ms Jayden!” Botum said as she looked down on her now much smaller owner on all fours. Jayden couldn’t believe the sight, her whole body as tall as her little pet’s face; it was so unreal.

“Fuck, I really did shrink.” Botum seemed to notice the growing fear in the little black woman’s eyes, scooping her up and cradling her in her arms as she did for her when their sizes were reversed.

“No need to be scared, ma’am. I’m still your loyal servant, and I will protect you as you’ve protected me.”

“Th-Thanks.” The now tiny woman said with a very flustered tone, realizing that she was naked as she was pressed against Botum’s chest. Her breasts did not seem so small anymore now that most of her body was pressed against even just one of them. Just then, the ground started to shake, and Botum held Jayden just a little tighter as a shadow covered them both.

“Is she awake?” She knew it was Randy’s voice, but it felt wrong. It sounded different at her new size. She didn’t look up at him; she didn’t know if she was prepared for that yet. “Hand her to me.” Botum was reluctant but ended up complying with his orders. Jayden moved from the warm, soft embrace of her servant’s bousum to the strong hands of her now gigantic lover. It was so bizarre, his massive fingers the size of trees, the heat coming off of the hand she now fit in, the slight pulsing of his blood flowing under the skin that now surrounded her. Then he opened his hand, and she lay there, looking up at his now enormous face, smiling down at her. “Hello, Dearest~.”

“This is… This is…” Jayden didn’t have the words. No matter how much she tried to speak, nothing came out that properly described the feeling she was being overwhelmed by. He was just as quick to pick up on her terror as Botum was, closing his hand around her and moving her tiny body to his chest.

“You’re safe, Jayden,” he said as his thumb lightly petted the side of her face, moving up her cheek and a little against her corse puffy hair. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

“I trust you, Randy.” She whimpered out as she pressed herself to his chest. His heartbeat was thunderous at this size, but it was still the same—just bigger, just like him. When she was done shaking and relaxing in his warm grasp, he moved her back up to eye level more quickly than she liked. His glimmering baby blue eyes had her reflection in them, and she just stared into his eye, looking at herself in his grasp. It was so unreal.

“You ok, dearest?”

“Y-Ya… Just… Holy hell, you’re big!”

“Trust me, you haven’t seen how big I am yet~.” He chuckled at her blushing hard in his hand before moving her down to his lips to kiss her right on the face. That mouth, Jayden kissed it back, but she suddenly grew quite afraid of it. She remembered seeing at least thirty lives end when they passed his gorgeous lips, and now that she was small enough to fit in it, she couldn’t help but be scared of it.

“Be gentle with me, ok?”

“Always~.” Randy then opened his palm and moved his other hand to touch her. She could tell he tried to be gentle with her. Still, the feeling of his massive, strong fingers delicately moving over her smooth, dark skin, feeling the power barely restrained in every movement of his big digits, Jayden was dripping on his hand before he even started rubbing her chest and crotch. But when he did, all that came from her mouth was moans. “My cutie doll likes the way I play with her.”

“Yes, I do~.” Jayden moaned like a drooling whore, twitching with pleasure from every slight touch and gentle rub he gave her, then a sudden gasp as his pinky wiggled its way into her womanhood. “Big~! So big~! You’ve filled me up~!” Randy started slow and gentle, but it made little difference in how it felt inside Jayden. He was too big not to hurt at least a little, but it was also good, so good; her eyes rolled back as she arched and bent her whole body in response to his steady and relentless pinky pounding. He stopped when he felt Jayden’s satisfaction burst all over his finger, slowly pulling out of her limp, sweaty body, looking down at the love of his life resting in the palm of his hand, looking up at him with a glossy look in her eyes.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Only in a good way,” she said in a soft half-whisper between her pants. She looked at Randy like he was a god, an all-powerful force of nature. And he certainly could act like it when he was so inclined.

“You know, I’ve been awfully patient,” he said as he moved Jayden to be just under his lips. His massive lips loomed over her, curling into a smile.

“How, baby?”

“Well, I’ve had this tasty little chocolate in my hands for at least ten minutes and haven’t even gotten a taste~.” Before she could even say anything, the gigantic lips looming above her parted ever so slightly, and his big, wet tongue moved down and licked her right on the belly. “Yummy, still a bit salty from the sweat~.” Jayden recoiled and twitched with every lick on instinct. She didn’t know how to respond to being licked and tasted. Sure, he had licked her once or twice before, but that was back when she was big, being so small, so helpless in his hand as he just slobbered all over her like an ice cream. It was a little scary. It felt good in certain places, and it made her feel so submissive to his all-consuming might. “I’m going to need both hands for a second; still trust me, dearest?”

“Always~.” Jayden panted out, and then, in moments that felt like an eternity, those massive lips lowered to his palm, surrounded her, and then closed around her. She fell face first onto his big, soft tongue as he moved his head; Jayden quivered as she was face to face with her lover’s throat. “So this is what it’s like being in someone’s mouth.” Jayen knew that Randy was not going to eat her; she knew that he was not going to bite her and that he would never swallow her whole and digest her alive. But the possibility that it could happen, the danger she was in, and the horror she knew happened to anyone else were placed where she was. It was disempowering and made her feel helpless and weak in all the right ways. Looking down at his all-consuming maw, being just out of reach of certain doom, it was getting her wet all over again. Then the light came into the dark cavern of Randy’s maw, and she began to slide backward and into his waiting hand, her sky filled with the smiling face of her one true love.

“Didn’t scare you too much, did I?” He asked in as sweet and friendly a tone as he could, moving his thumb to start petting the side of her head like before.

“You didn’t scare me enough, actually.” Jayden looked away, blushing. She was so embarrassed to admit she liked being helpless in his jaws.

“I can give you chills later~.” He said in a way that sent a pleasant shudder down her spine. As he moved the hand she was in lower down his body, she saw that in the time he kept her in his mouth, he had gotten completely naked. “What do you think, looking down at this manly landscape of a lover~?”

“I think you’re gonna give me snow blindness.” She knew it was a sexy moment, but the joke was too easy, and she giggled in his grasp as he just chuckled.

“You know, a rubber band would feel like a belt on that nice booty of yours.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jayden said, winking at her man as he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s give that mouth something to do~.” For some reason, he handed her off to Botum, but Jayden’s confusion cleared up. She noticed the redwood-sized dick right in front of her. “Start rubbing her up and down my dick, if you’d please~.”

“Yes, sir.” Jayden only got a glimpse of her lover moving his hands behind his head and the smug grin on his face before she was pressed face-first against Randy’s masculinity. For her part, Jayden got her arms and legs as much around the shaft as she could, rubbing him and kissing him while the now larger Cambodian/American woman gently but firmly pressed her along his length. He groaned in pleasure as she was used like a sex toy against his dick, Botum even taking a few opportunities to kiss and lick at his tip while she smeared her mistress along her man’s cock.

“Fuck, you girls are amazing~.” He grunted in satisfaction. “Now, press her against my tip, and use your tongue and lips along my shaft~.” He wasn’t even acknowledging Jayden anymore, which felt like it should be worrying, but she was distracted by the fact that she was being moved up and pressed face-first against the tip of his cock. She could get a good look at him from her new spot, and what he was doing moved her in a way that almost made her cry. He was looking right at her, the way he always did, the way she loved him looking at her. Moving her now tiny mouth to start making out with the tip of his dick, rubbing her breasts on the sides of the head as she tongued his dick slit. She felt like a goddess when he looked at her like that. Even at her diminutive size, she was his world, and he was hers. Then suddenly, he moved to be above her and Botum, cumming all over Jayden as he snarled like an animal. What thick globs didn’t stick to her dripped onto the less tiny woman still holding her. Jayden did her best to catch it in her mouth, but it was just too much; she was as full of his manly essence on the inside as she was covered in it on the outside. “Are you ok, Jayden?”

“Fuck, I’m so much better than ok~.” She said as she weakly gave him a cum covered thumbs up.

“Ready to be grown back?”

“In a little bit, I want to have some fun seeing the apartment through little eyes.”

“Cool, let me know when you’re ready to be big again.” Randy then carried the both of them to the bathroom and gently washed them off. Jayden looked up at her lover and smiled wide, not knowing what she had done to get so lucky.

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Pick By bingspaced https://www.deviantart.com/bingspaced/art/Caged-and-miffed-895100180

I think the poor little thing doesn’t like her new home. Maybe her owner should find a new place to keep her~?

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Pick By Loca-Lyn https://www.deviantart.com/loca-lyn/art/Kneeling-Before-Him-895863471

It looks like the poor little ladies are looking for a way in. Maybe if they beg master sweetly enough, he will open the way for them~?

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I think someone is ready to have some fun~!