Posts made by Mrgoblinging7

Well, they look like they’re having a jolly old time! I imagine that finding even one lovely little thing content to live down the front of your pants is fantastic, let alone two!

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.

I can’t tell if the brunet is looking for an escape route, or if she is genuinely less horrified by the situation than the blond. Like maybe she is actually into it, but doesn’t want her friend to know because it would be embarrassing for her?

Honestly, the only real way I can see to help a tiny is to keep them as a pet. She and her new owner might not call it that, but when your that helplessly small, what else can you call it?

Looks like someone didn’t pay enough attention during the interview. But, I’m sure she’ll get used to her new job, eventually.

(Inspired heavily by the video, “The Best Way To Start The Day”, by Paramouth Pictures. If you like first-person giantess vore, they’re the ones to see! Here is the link to the inspirational video in particular! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu6fZnRrECU&t=239s)

Morgen four o’clock in the morning, same as she always did, that would be pretty early for a human being, but not a borrower. She put on her borrowing gear. This included s hat with chin straps to stuff her curly brown hair in, various leather pads, a side pouch on each hip, and a backpack. Her body was lean but muscled; her reward for years of par core needed to borrow nowadays. She mused to herself how her father always threw such a fit when she wanted to go out borrowing with him. But he and her brother both went missing about five years past, so Morgen had to learn how to borrow independently thanks to her dad’s sexism. She figured that she was pretty good at it. She hadn’t been seen yet, after all. She started off her day in the cereal cupboard, grains lasted a while, so after getting a side pouch full of it, she would be good for a time. The bag of cream of wheat was on its side as always, so leaning into grab what she needed was easy. It was then that she heard footsteps.

“Fuck!” She spat as she heard him coming. The bean that owned the house was named Bob. A lazy, slightly overwait young man, who usually would be asleep until noon. Morgan panicked, she didn’t have enough time to run back to her wall tunnel, so she dived into the cream of wheat.

“OK, BOB, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO EAT?” She heard him say as he opened the cupboard.

“Oh, if there is a loving God, please don’t let him find me…” Morgan prayed. She was raised on horror stories of what would happen to her if a bean ever discovered her. Squished was the most likely outcome, or ripped limb from limb, or flushed down the toilet! A cold sweat rolled down her body as his giant hand rummaged around. Morgan’s heart sank as she felt the bag she was in getting picked up.

“Fuck… I’m going to die…” She felt cold as the realization of her imminent end dawned on her. Soon she was poured out of the bag with the cereal into a pot.

“I HATE HOW LONG THE WATER IN THIS PLACE TAKES TO HEAT U- WAIT, WHAT IS THAT?” Bob said as he looked down into the pot, directly at Morgan. She never actually saw him this close before. If she wasn’t overwhelmed with unimaginable horror, she might have even found him cute. When he reached down to pick her out of the cream of wheat, she panicked and tried to run, not that she could have gotten far in the pot. He grabbed her up easily. Her arms were pinned to her side as she was lifted to his shocked and aw-struck face.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD? WHO- NO WHAT ARE YOU?”

“I… I…” Morgan sputtered out, unable to speak from the fear. His massive eyes moved down ever so slightly, seeing that just under her shoulders, Morgan’s breasts were also sticking out from the top of his closed hand. He then casually moved his thumb to begin molesting her left tit, using his free hand to keep making his breakfast.

“Hay! Stop that!” She screamed as she wiggled in his grasp with renewed vigor. Bob chuckled at the useless resistance Morgan gave, his perverted smile dominating her field of vision.

“SO, THE LITTLE MOUSE CAN TALK. DO YOU HAVE A TAIL, LITTLE MOUSE?” He said as he opened his palm and moved his other hand to begin stripping the poor borrower. Though strongly built for her size, Morgan could do nothing as the massive fingers and nails ripped and tore at her clothing. Her squirming and futile efforts to keep at least something covering her body greatly amused the sadistic bean.

“Stop that now! If you’re going to kill me, just do it, you fuck!” Morgan yelled at the monster molesting her. Giving him a glare that would have stopped him dead in his tracks if she was his size, but on her tiny face, Bob just thought it was adorable.

“PRETTY TOUGH TALK FOR SOMEONE WHO COULD FIT IN A SANDWICH. ACTUALLY… YOU ARE CUTE ENOUGH TO EAT… WHY NOT?” Morgan’s blood ran cold as she heard the bean’s plans for her. She was so stunned in horror that she barely noticed his massive tongue moving down to taste her until it slid up her belly, over her cheats, and got slobber right on her face.

“GOOD, BUT COULD BE BETTER. I KNOW, HOW ABOUT A DRINK?” Bob asked sarcastically as his soon-to-be meal wiggled and writhed in his now-closed hand. Morgan was in full panic mode, desperately trying to flee for dear life, doing everything she could think of to escape being eaten. He then dropped her into what looked like a giant beer mug, dumping what tasted like scoop after scoop of hot cocoa mix onto the poor girl.

“Let me out! Please, I’m not food! I’m a person! You can’t just eat me! Please!”

“I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, BE A GOOD LITTLE SPOON AND HELP ME STIR MY COFFEE, AND I WILL THINK ABOUT LETTING YOU GO!” Bob then started pouring the coffee into the cup. Morgan yelped as it touched her. It was like stepping into a shower that was just too hot to be comfortable. But desperation helped her push through the pain, kicking and spinning in the glass as it slowly filled. When he finally ran out of coffee, he topped his drink off with a few shots of Irish cream liquor. He made sure to splash the alcohol right in Morgan’s face as he poured it in.

“WELL, IT CERTAINLY LOOKS LIKE YOU DID A GOOD JOB STIRRING MY DRINK… BUT HOW WILL I KNOW FOR SURE IF I DON’T TAKE A SIP!?”

“No! Please! I did what you asked! Please don’t drink me!” Morgan screamed as Bob brought his lips far too close to her for comfort, tilting the mug back as he started drinking the Irish coffee cocoa. She desperately tried to move as far from him as possible, only to slide closer and closer to his massive lips. He then stopped just short of eating her, tilting the glass back to being upright as he licked his lips.

“YUMMY! THAT WAS THE BEST MORNING PICK-ME-UP I’VE EVER HAD. I HAVE ONE MORE THING FOR YOU TO STIRE!” Before Morgan could even protest, she was dumped into a bowl of cream of wheat. Two slices of butter were flicked at her from the butterknife, three spoonfuls of sugar were dumped on her head, and she was then splashed with a fourth cup of freezing cold milk. Mogan was miserable, but she pushed through it. Hoping beyond hope that he would, if not let her go, at least let her live after he was done humiliating her. He then began tormenting her relentlessly, between bites. Picking her up with his spoon, only to drop her back in the bowl, splashing spoonfuls on her head, using his spoon to hold her down under the cereal for a few moments before letting her back up for air. Morgan was in hell, crying as she was abused and tormented for the amusement of Bob. After some time passed, the bowl became almost empty. He then scooped up the last of the cream of wheat, with Morgan along with it.

“Please… You said you would let me go…” She whimpered as she was brought closer and closer to the monstrous grin of her soon-to-be murderer.

“I SAID I WOULD THINK ABOUT IT. AND I’VE DECIDED TO EAT YOU ANYWAY! GOODBYE, LITTLE MOUSE, HAVE FUN IN MY BELLY~.” Morgan was too weak even to try and escape as her battered and bruised body was slowly placed inside of the bean’s mouth.

“No… Please… No…” Tears rolled down the poor borrowers cereal covered cheeks as his mouth closed around her. He was no more gentle with his tongue than he was with the spoon. Bob rolled the poor little thing all over his mouth, pressing her to the roof of it as he licked viciously at her breasts and crotch. Not being satisfied with just eating her as he get in a quick rape. Finally, after God knows how long torturing her, he let her just lay on his tongue and opened his mouth. Tears streaming from the pain, Morgan weakly crawled towards the opening. Giving one last desperate attempt to try and escape her doom, only for bob to start tilting his head back.

“You monster… Not like this… Please, God, not like this…” Morgan whimpered meekly. She was not strong enough to climb out of his mouth, as battered and worn out she was. Bawling as she slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his gaping maw, Morgan’s whales of despair were drowned out by Bob’s defining laughter that came from the gullet that was soon to claim her. All it took was one gulp for his massive throat to consume her. The muscles in Bob’s throat almost crushed the life out of her as they forced her deeper inside him. Soon enough, however, she was dropped into a dark, humid place. She couldn’t see a thing, but she did not need to see to know where she was.

“Why… Why did this happen to me… Please let me out… I’m not food… I’m not food…” Morgan then started to become lightheaded from the lack of air. Drifting off to what she knew was her final sleep, she wondered if there was an afterlife and if her family was waiting for her. And after about a half-hour inside the cruel belly of the evil bean, she would find out.

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

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

Well, that is a tough question. On one hand, I am at all times filled with the urge to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentation of their women. But on the other hand, I am just a big teddy bear with a few fucked up fetishes. So even though I would love nothing more than to enslave the human race and make the world my personal toybox, I’m just too nice to go through with it. Might take up a job as construction equipment or something?

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

A goblin camp was never a safe place and was a particularly hazardous environment for women. Skree-Caw learned how to avoid the perpetually horny males, but they were relentless. She was rather attractive, so that didn’t help much when it came to actively avoid rabbit goblin men. The tactic Skree-Caw usually employed was being as sneaky and silent as possible, but when she was discovered, she ran past the nearest other women, and tripped them as she fled. This didn’t earn her any friends among her fellow ladies, but what did she care? It wasn’t her being gang-raped by twelve thirsty men. They managed to breed in large enough numbers to make the chief bold, and they started attacking humans. This was usually a foolish idea. Humans were three times their size and well known to be vengeful. But the hunters had been so successful that enough children survived to adulthood, enough to overrun the human village. Skree-Caw participated in the raid, and it was indeed a glorious sight. She served as one of the archers. She made an extra effort to wound women who were trying to escape so their men could capture them quickly. The more bitches in the breeding pits, the fewer men to chase her around all day. They feasted for weeks after that raid, but while everyone else had a good time, Skree-Caw, and a few of the older worriers, knew to keep their guard up. She was a child when she saw adventurers for the first time, they laid waste to the tribe, killing every man, woman, and child they came across. The only reason her generation survived was that they either knew how to hide in shadows best or among corpses best. But Skree-Caw was not a weeping grub anymore, now she was the closest thing her tribe had to a master assassin, and she stalked the forest, looking for those her skills would be best used on.

“Does anyone even know where the fuck we are going!?” Skree-Caw heard in the distance. She moved as quietly as she could to investigate.

“My people used to live in these woods, Flort. So I know where we are going.”

“So your sense of direction comes from, a friend of a friend lived here? That’s a load of shit if I ever heard it.” Skree-Caw peeked through the grass and saw a band of adventurers. One was a large human man in heavy armor, and a sizeable two-handed mace sat at his side. The person he was arguing with was an elfish ranger; he had a bow and quiver on his back and two short swords on his hips. The third party member was what looked like a wizard of some kind, he wore half-plate armor with his robes, and his staff looked more like a halberd with magic runs and a crystal on it. It was a tiny group, and despite the imposing nature of the mace welder, she knew that the warlock was the biggest threat. She pulled back her bow, ready to take out the magic-user, but before she could let her arrow fly, the very grass around her moved to grapple and constrict her.

“If you two are done bickering like a married couple, we have a gust.” The vile spell caster said as he pointed right at Skree-Caw. She was able to begin struggling free from the grapple. Even magically controlled grass is still just grass, so it was easy. But it gave the party enough time to get ready for her, this was no longer an ambush, so she tried to flee. But, by the caster’s will, a magical hand formed, grabbing her by the leg and tossing her into the middle of the party. The big one grabbed her out of the air by the neck, but before he could snap it, she stuck her dagger into the crack in his armor. She managed to doge a magic energy blast but was shot through the leg with an elvish arrow.

“NNNAAAAAA!!!” She screamed as she broke the arrow to make it easier to run, but then a massive foot came down on her back, pinning her to the ground.

“Someone get this little bitch tied up!” The warrior yelled, and despite Skree-Caw’s struggle, she found her arms and legs uncomfortably bound together behind her back.

“Free me, man things! Or Skree-Caw will kill you with her teeth!”

“We may just consider letting you go…” The warlock said as he stepped over, got down on one knee, and glared into the she-goblins eyes with his glowing ones. Skree-Caw shivered under the unnatural glare. It felt as if his very gaze was burning away at her soul, and seeing as he was magic, it may well have! “…If you tell us everything about the goblin nest you came from.”

“West of here in elf ruins! Sixty-two fellow goblins! Seventeen wargs and twelve giant spiders! Archers on the walls, three catapults, and chief have magic elf twig that shoots death sparkles!” She blabbed franticly, hoping that despite everything she knew about adventurers, they might spare her if no one else. After all, why should she die to protect her tribe? Everyone there was jerks anyway!

“That does match what the survivors reported… Are the people you took still alive?” The elf asked, wearing an expression of disgust and indifference, the trademark look of the so-called high-elves.

“Men who were not good at things are dead and eaten. Women are all alive but in breeding pit! That is all Skree-Caw knows! So you let her go now, yes?” For a moment, the party looked to one another, considering their positions on the matter in their minds before sharing them. The elf was the first to speak.

“Well, it did give us useful information. I’ll leave it to you two whether or not we kill it or let it scamper off.”

“How do we know if the little bitch did? Goblins are tricky little things. I wouldn’t put it past them to send her out to her border for her life with false information!” The sorcerer moved his hand to his chin, thinking over what his warrior friend said.

“So what would you suggest, Flort?”

“Torture is the go-to for me. Rip out a claw or two, smack them around a little. But you know… There are other ways to hurt a woman.” The warrior said as he looked over the body of the defenseless she-goblin, a look in his eyes that she recognized all too well.

“NO!!! Me tell truth! No hurt me, please!” Skree-Caw begged as she tried to inch away from the comparatively massive man, but it was all in vain, as all it took was a step to cut her off.

“Fine, just make it quick. If there are survivors, we can’t dally long.”

“You’re really going to fuck that thing? You humans really will stick your dicks in anything, won’t you!?”

“Oh, shut your lip, elf! You’re lucky I haven’t gaged you with cock by now. As pretty as you are, I could squint my eyes and pretend you are a bitch!” The elfen ranger simply walked off in a huff, the magic-user just rolled his eyes and opened a sparkling book of some sort, and Flort got to work taring his soon-to-be victim’s clothes to shreds.

“Please, me tell truth! No hurt, Skree-Caw! PLEASE!!!” The smaller woman begged as she squirmed and struggled to try and break free of the human’s grasp. Earning only a sadistic chuckle from the brute as he moved his hands over her most sensitive zones. He was not at all gentle as he played with her tits and ass. She squealed in agony as he spanked her fresh wound, tears already rolling down her green cheeks. He then suddenly flipped Skree-Caw upsidedown, the tip of her nose touching the head of his cock. Her eyes went wide in horror at the sight of it; the thing was massive by human standards, deadly by goblin ones.

“N-No go in me with that! It kill me! Please, no kill me with cock!”

“Shut your face pussy, rat! The only reason I don’t stuff it right now is that I don’t have the time to bust out your ugly fangs!” Flort then flipped his victim back around and slowly lowered her down onto his erect pennies.

“No! No! No! NO-AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!” After her entire life of avoiding it, after every close call and grasps slipped, Skree-Caw was raped. The gigantic dick was not moving inside her gently, he seemed to enjoy her screams of pain as much as it felt inside her. The poor little she goblin was in so much pain she couldn’t even beg him to stop, just scream and wail as he savagely hammered away into her tight, little, cunt. Her womanhood could barely contain his hard cock. Skree-Caw felt as though her walls were going to be ripped open by his cruel and unkind ravaging. She was lost to the pain, time did not seem to even exist, only the constant stabbing pain in her crotch as he brutishly filled her to the brim with his masculine might.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt whore! I’m gonna plant my seed in your little hole! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… RHHHAAA!!!” Flort grunted as he finally finished. The poor little woman could feel her insides filling to the brim with his warm cum. The moment he was done, she no longer felt his arms around her, and soon felt the hard ground.

“Ah, man, did that feel good! I didn’t know goblin pussy felt that good! You guys should really get yourselves one when we get to the nest!”

“As happy as I am for you, you do remember that this was supposed to be an interrogation, right?” Flort smacked himself in the face, feeling rather stupid as his magical companion reminded him.

“Oh right! Sorry gays. Hay cunt, tell us what to expect at your little nest, or you’ll get it in the ass next!” Skree-Caw was in a daze, and her world was foggy and unclear. All she could process at that moment was the pain and humiliation. She could barely even tell someone was talking to her even.

“We don’t have time for this. Just kill the worthless thing, and let’s go!”

“Na, I think it’s kinda cute like this. I’ll just shove it in one of our spare sacks for later.” The brute did just that, stuffing poor Skree-Caw into a bag that was too small for her to be comfortable. As she started to come to her senses, she began to cry. The realization of what just happened hit her like a tone of bricks.

“Please… No be pregnant… No be pregnant…”

…

You would think six months would have been long enough to get used to her master’s dick, well you’d be wrong. Every time was agony, pain, unlike anything she would ever feel from anything else. Thankfully, however, she was spared from dealing with that daily by her condition. Skree-Caw was forced to wear a black leather bikini, which made it very easy for the world to see her bulging pregnant belly. Flort made her sit on his lap as they eat dinner at the inn they were staying at. She could feel the bulging hard cock that was responsible for seeding her under his pants. Grimly understanding that he would want her to please it after dinner, and he’d have the nerve to call it, dessert.

“Are you sure about this? Leaving the party is a big deal, you know.”

“Ya, I’m sure. Hell, I only got into this to get enough money to buy back my family’s land, and now that the dragon is no more, I have three times that.”

“And we couldn’t convince you to stay for even more gold? That leade on the lost city of Zha-Dolgar seems pretty good.”

“Na, I’m good. Besides, Skree here is about ready to pop any day now. I would rather the kids have a roof over their heads for their formative years.” Skree-Caw shivered as he began to pet her head, not just at the touch but the implications of a messy birth.

“I still can’t believe you kept that rat. Or that you have any interest in raising the vile spawn!”

“And that is why you are not invited to the kid’s birthdays.” Flort then argued with his elven companion for a bit before taking his living sex toy to his room. No words were exchanged, he just dropped his drawers, and she took his manhood in both hands. She was stroking it as she kissed the tip, Slowly taking more and more of him into her mouth as she did. When no more of him could fit safely, he shoved her over and made the poor little thing please the rest of his shaft with her breasts. After a pleasurable for some titty fuck/blow job, she swallowed every drop of cum he fed her. He then grabbed her up like a teddy bear and drifted off to sleep, Skree-Caw on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. Goblins give birth to litters, three of five usually. She didn’t know if she would survive the process of birthing that many half-goblins, but what scared her more was the thought that she would, and then be forced to endure all of this again. Eventually, she did slip off into a dreamless sleep, dreading whatever nightmare tomorrow would bring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll… Take the middle one.”

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

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

…

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

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

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

“Y-You got that… For me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

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

“But I’m not a-”

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

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

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

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

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Alix walked through the mall, it was not as busy as it used to be, but it made him nostalgic to take a few laps around the place. Alix was a thirty-two-year-old white man, curly dark brown hair, green eyes, and a clean-shaven face. Some women have told him that he was attractive, but he never really believed it. He looked around at the shops, and the one new thing that he was never going to get used to, was tiny people. About twelve or so years ago, something people have taken to calling, the great shrink, reduced twenty percent of the human population to minuscule sizes. Some people only shrank three or four feet, while others became less than an inch tall. Obviously, it caused chaos in the first few years, even collapsed a few countries with more of their population hit than others. But in the western world, at least, things have calmed down enough for things to return to as close to normal as you can get. All the tinies that he saw were in regular-sized people’s hands or shirt pockets, except for one unfortunate woman. She was a foot tall and dressed like a stripper, a man just a head taller than Alix holding her leash.

“Disgusting.” Alix muttered to himself, he didn’t much care for how some people treated tiny folk. A few years into the crisis, a law was passed that stated anyone who was shrunk to the point that they could not care for themselves had to have a mandatory caregiver. But no laws that enforced a standard quality of life came with it, so a law meant to protect little folk ended up legalizing tiny slavery. Alix couldn’t imagine the hell that some of the poor little things went through. People deserved better than to be treated like pets or toys, in his humble opinion. Alix then heard something, it sounded like crying, but it was very faint. He turned his head to find that it was coming from a garbage can, fearing the worst, he rushed over to look inside of it. What he saw horrified and disgusted him.

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ten minutes ago

Julia was shaking in terror, she had no idea what the man holding her had in mine, but from the perverted look on his face, it wasn’t good. Julia was a twenty-four-year-old woman of middle-eastern descent, with blue eyes and long black hair. She was very beautiful, a fact she loathed ever since she was shrunk. Her whole family shrunk when she was twelve, the great shrink they called it. They were discovered by looters and eventually sold off. She had never seen her mother or father since but was sure they suffered a similar fate to what she was going through right then. She spent the first few years of her enslavement as a little girl’s doll. The brat was only a year or two older than she was. After her owner became, to old for toys, she sold Julia to a boy in her class. And from then on, she was passed around like a pack of gum. Years of suffering the curiosity and twisted perversions of giant men, the poor tiny was painfully aware of her place in the new world order, she was a toy.

“Yo, Bruce! Where you been, man? We have been waiting for like an hour!”

“Sorry guys, I just got my hands on something that will totally make our day.” When he opened his hand, the two other men looked down at the five-inch tall Julia cowering in his palm. She looked up at them, and her heart sunk. They looked like red-neck country types, and from personal experience, those were the kind of people that treated her the worst.

“Dude! Where did you get an Arab bitch?”

“Bought her off of this guy I knew in high school. Figured we could have some fun with the whore while we hang out!”

“Guys, I think I remember this one. Ya! I used to stuff her in my pants every day before school. Get over here and give your old Master a kiss!” One of the punks grabbed Julia up and placed his lips on her face. Kissing her so hard that not only did he suck most of the air from her lungs, but she felt like her eyes were going be pulled from her skull as well. Unfortunately, she did not pass out by the time he broke off the kiss, which means that she would have to be awake for what was about to happen.

“Dude! Who said it was your turn with it!?”

“I did! Now shut up, and let me relive this!” He then unzipped his pants and moved poor Julia into the front of his underwear. She recoiled at the smell of his unwashed dick. No matter how often she was shoved into men’s pants, she never got used to it. Nevertheless, Julia knew what was expected of her, and so got to work pleasing the brute. Using her hands, elbows, knees, and feet to rub up and down the massive cock. She could hear muffled moans of pleasure from outside of her stinking prison, as well as the other two, saying something, but she could not make out what. She had only just started licking and kissing the prick when a hand picked her out of the pants and handed her to one of the other two.

“My turn. Hope you’re as good as he said you are, or you’re going to get it!” The man chomped his massive teeth inches from Julia’s head, making the poor little woman yelp in horror to the amusement of her tormentors. She was then stuffed into the bastard’s pants. She worked double-time to make sure she would avoid the gnashing jaws of the possibly inbred giant. She grinded on his manhood. It pressed her against the walls of his underwear and pants as it hot hard from her dutiful attention. Soon enough, she was picked from that hot, humid hell and placed into another. She lost track of how long she was passed around between the three, but she knew it was too long. While working over one of the yoculs throbbing dicks, she felt it twitch in the way that only happened when they were bout to cum. And cum he did, every shot of hot sticky wight stuff hit Julia right in the face and dripped down the rest of her body. She was then yanked forcefully from the cum stained crotch and looked up at an angry hillbilly.

“You stupid fucking, Muslim sand-nigger! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable I’m going to be all day because you made me cum inside my pants rather than out of it!? WELL, DO YOU!?!?!?”

“I’m sorry mast-” Julia was cut off by a flick to her gut, which at her size was the same as a hard punch. She curled up into the puddle of cum in her owner’s palm, soon feeling a wad of spit from the cruel giant hit her back.

“Speak when your given permission whore! You know what, actually? I don’t need a stupid cum rag that can’t even do its job right! I’m putting you where you belong, you Arab skank!” Julia was then roughly tossed into the trash as her owner stormed off. The other two stayed only long enough to cum on her before following their friend. This had not been the worst she had been treated, but it was still quite the horrible thing to experience. She began to curl up in the quickly cooling cum puddle and cry, not just from how sore her body was from all the whoring she did, not even from the pain in her bruised gut, but from despair. This was her life, the life of a toy, and if she wasn’t “lucky” enough to be spotted by the one in charge of changing the garbage, this was how her life was going to end. A shadow then began to loom over Julia, and when she looked up, she saw a man. He might have been a bit older than the last three and was at least more handsome. The way he looked down on her in horror and revulsion made her feel right at home in the trash, was that all she was now, she thought to herself.

“I know this is a stupid question, but are you ok?” Are you ok? Julia simply stared up at the giant in confusion and wonder. The last time someone asked if she was ok was when one of her old owners had battered her into unconsciousness with his dick inside a pocket pussy. She did not know how to respond. She felt so very far from ok, but she could still be used technically, so she nodded her head up and down.

“You don’t look ok to me. Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” He reached down and plucked her from the trash and hurried off to the men’s room with her. The warm water felt good on her aching body, and the had sope helped get the dick and cum smell off. Though she hadn’t felt clean in years, she was at least physically clean. What shocked Julia a little was that her new owner, at least she thought he might keep her, let her clean and dry herself rather than use washing her as an excuse to feel her up.

“There we go, all clean. My name is Alix, by the way. What’s yours?” Julia didn’t say her real name right away, thinking about what the last thing her old Master called her before disposing of her like garbage.

“Arab skank, that was what my old Master called me. But you can call me whatever you want, Master.” Alix looked a little sad hearing that. Julia was worried that she might get punished for some reason and braced herself for whatever he would do.

“No, not… Not what you were called, your name. I want to know your real name.”

“My name? My name… My name is Julia.”

“Nice to meet you, Julia. I just wish it was under different circumstances. If it’s alright with you, I’ll be taking care of you from now on. Or at least, as long as you want me to. Are you ok with that?” Julia was stunned, confused, and a little scared. Why was he being so nice about this? She thought to herself. She was a possession, a toy, you didn’t have to be nice to toys. And yet there he was, treating her with all the common decency that someone would give a regular-sized woman. Every bone in Julia’s body told her that this was a trick, that this kindness was meant to hurt her somehow. But kind or cruel, she was his now, even if she said no, and he was as nice as he seemed. What choice did she have but being his pet?

“Yes, I will be yours, Master.” Julia gave a half bow. Big people loved it when she bowed; it reinforced their superiority and her subservience. But her new owner seemed to disapprove.

“You don’t have to call me Master. Alix is fine. Unless you just feel more comfortable calling me that, then I suppose I could live with it.” Every word out of her new Master’s mouth only confused and unsettled her. Julia just nodded to him, unsure of how to respond to the unusually nice giant. He then moved her into his shirt pocket, much more gently than she was used to being handled. As he carried her off, Julia wondered if he was as nice as he seemed. She was only used to cruelty. The idea that anyone bigger than her would be this kind was unthinkable until now. Tired and aching, she drifted off to sleep in the bigger man’s warm pocket. Truth or trick, she would find out later.

(Hello everyone, it’s your one true king, MRGOBLINKING7!!! This is my first post on this lovely sight, feel free to tell me how shit it is. and if you like it, for some reason, you can still let me know if you like. Have a wonderful life, my little goblins!)