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Happy Hump Day!

Lynne Reid Banks, RIP

If I were so lucky as to have a two-inch-tall lady in my custody, every day I would threaten to eat her but not actually do it. I would take it as a challenge to make my threats so convincing and varied that every day she would believe me and think “That’s it, this is The Day.” I’d also have to have a convincing reason each day why my meal has to be postponed. Anticipating this daily performance would be the most compelling reason to get up each morning.

Commission 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 by Lord Xarnor

All the tinies in my life got a square of Belgian chocolate from me today.

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Giant by Lord Xarnor

Tiny woman staying warm on my dick by John Goyda
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Almost every show could have been improved with the addition of shrunken women (or male giants). Which one would you most like to have seen?

I’ll start:

Just found this today:

(Sweet reference to Dr. Cyclops)

@foreverlurk

Replying to u/PoutineLover
By u/MouthDaddy

Thanks for the pedantry, mec. You somehow neglected to mention that virus sufferers are technically called Virally Induced Micromorphs even though everyone (including themselves!) calls them Minis.

I sincerely hope no Mini woman (or any Mini, for that matter) is unfortunate enough to run into you.

(ANIMATION) Quick Snatch by @Shardro

I see this every time I close my eyes.

@maladaptivetiny Just my opinion, not speaking for the Admins or anyone else, but I think topics like this are evergreen and can reappear every so often to allow new users to contribute and old users to revisit their contributions. We don’t need to make everyone conduct an exhaustive excavation to determine whether it’s come up before.

Today is typical in that I’ve got and endless list of tasks, none of which is either difficult or interesting, and I plug away without any feeling of satisfaction or pride, and then she shows up, poking her head around the laptop screen. She’s still got her clothes on, but I know that won’t last forever. She strolls casually along the top of the keyboard, and I scroll my work to the top of the screen so she can’t obstruct it. She stops and mischievously dotes on the power button, earning a sharp glance from me. She shrugs and returns to her sauntering, “accidentally” pressing a couple of function keys. Keeping my eyes on the screen, I use the thumb of my right hand to crack each of that hand’s knuckles. She makes a defiant expression that I pretend to ignore. Now the thumb and fingers of my right hand are twitching, rubbing against my palm. I’m looking more at her than at the screen. I keep looking at her as I get an incoming email notification. I take a deep breath and open the email. She doesn’t attempt to evade as my right hand leaves my mouse and curls around her. The email is from my supervisor. My enclosing fingers press her to my palm. My open eyes are on the email, but my attention is with my caressing and molesting thumb.