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.
Just for closure, the shrinking scene is only a few seconds longer than what we see in the trailer. The two main characters are on their first “date,” going to a trendy restaurant called “Little Italy.” Before the guy outside shrinks them with a “boop,” the male character hunches down and peers through the tiny window, looking at two shrunken women enjoying their dinner (they don’t notice the giant face looking at them). The female character is “booped” first, and after she’s tiny she tells the guy to “boop” her date too.
The gag continues as the two diners eat giant Italian food inside, but there’s no more interaction with giant characters. Later we see them walking home normal-sized, and we never see them return to normal size.
If I had to guess, we’ll probably never see Signor Boop again.
Post to r/MINUS-19
From u/BurntProvider
My wife’s been a Mini for six months now, and I can’t take it anymore. Her sister caught it first, and like idiots we let her stay with us. She got a room all to herself, we never went in there without masking and using hand sanitizer afterward, and her Mini Home is top of the line.
I’m sure you can guess what happened next. My wife forgot to mask one time and BAM. Next thing I know, she’s four-inches-tall and standing on my pillow to wake me up. I nearly knocked her onto the floor I was so panicked. I ran into the bathroom and called 911, and I didn’t come out until after they had arrived and put her in a quarantine box.
Now they each have their own Mini Home in there, and I’m religious about hygiene, but it still sucks. I miss my wife, even though she’s just in the next room. At least she has someone to talk to. Her doctor says they’re not contagious anymore, but they’re finding out new things about this virus every day.
I’ve been reduced to going to the other end of the house to jack off, although I’m worried they can still hear me. Some jackass at work said I should feel lucky because now I can “have a threesome.” Ugh.
I don’t want to cheat on my wife, but I can’t take not knowing if she’ll ever recover. The future is just so bleak.
DM to u/BurntProvider
From u/TilthQueen
My husband is a Mini, permanently three-inches-tall. If you’re in the Portland area, hmu.
You’re in his DMs. I’m in his mouth, riding his tongue. We are not the same.
As someone who has experienced depression for most of their life and has—for a time—thought that size fantasy might have been the cause or at least an exacerbating symptom of poor self-esteem, let me say this:
You may well find yourself obsessed with size fantasies to the exclusion of other interests and responsibilities. You might be devoting an unadvisedly large amount of time, energy, or money in pursuit of a fantasy that you can never fully realize. You may think that these desires will inevitably interfere with any real-life intimate relationship you might form with someone else.
I’m here to tell you that none of that is necessary. The human mind is immense place, and a million stories collide and combine there for our diversion and delectation. Some of it is bound to be gruesome. None of it defines you.
The lastest: Double-Teamed
I find her stuff enchanting, and I’m still interested in seeing the original footage of her in the mocap suit. Discord | Patreon
@blehb Yup, I was particularly cruel in The Prof when one the SWs lost her glasses when she was captured.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a Size story that dealt with menstruating tinies.
Tinies never seem to have the right clothes for the occasion, and they have to wash everything by hand.
There are stairs everywhere.
I listed a bunch of inconveniences for giants here.
