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Just hanging around by The-Minimizer

All locked up by Honeycombchew

So, hey, this is still functional.

Master
Tourist

Age: 36

Victim
Secretary

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Hair color: black

Hair style: long twin tails

New size: 3"

cause for shrinking: shrink potion in bath water

Duration
Ten years

Storage of the SW when not in use
in a bird cage

Clothes
doll dress

Special
SW will be abused in public
SW has to help capture and shrink other women

Things master will do frequently
feel SW up
spank SW with a ruler
improvise bondage
lick SW

Services the SW has to perform
act as living remote control

The End
SW escapes

@skysayl As with so many other things, these guys would be in a much better place if they simply listened to women (who vary quite widely) when they say what they want. Too much effort, I guess.

Whether it’s anonymous roleplaying or a long-term IRL relationship, if you’re not curious about what your partner genuinely wants, what are you even doing?

Aborigen has recently done a couple of quickies about a man vexed by his sudden and unsought custody of a tiny woman. Incomplete at present.

Part One

Part Two

The awesome Flagg3D made this at my request. My tongue twitches every time I look at it.

Church. “Who’s your God now?”

Tyzul the goblin giving my fairy Shee some deep head by Geier

I came up with the idea for this story on the treadmill Monday morning, and a couple of hours later I remembered that Elle Largesse was encouraging hastily-written Size stories via her September Kinky Scribble Challenge. So I wrote it in less than a day and I haven’t gone back to edit it.

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Richard was jostled every which way as he hung onto the looped strap hanging from the ceiling of the subway car. His was only the fourth stop from the beginning of the line, but nonetheless every seat had been taken by the time he had boarded. And the commuters kept crowding on.

The Devil looked like Elizabeth Hurley. She thought she would get mobbed by people recording her for social media or at least turn a few heads, but no one in the subway even looked at her. She, too, was pressed from all sides by daily dullards just going through the motions. None of them had any spark of passion, no aching desires she might slake.

Richard’s destination was near the second Downtown stop, and he duly disembarked, full of bitterness at his plight. Another day in the office, racing from one fire to the next, holding it all together for an ungrateful firm. No one gave a tinker’s damn for him or his dreams. He was just another warm body in the scrum of commerce.

The Devil heard Richard’s ruminations and followed him off the subway car. His habitual plodding toward work was so earnest that she had to hurry to get ahead of him. As soon as the crowd thinned out and there was room for her approach, she twirled to face him with a devilish grin on her face.

He looked right at her and registered her as just another obstacle in his path and moved to weave around her.

“Richard!” she exclaimed. “Don’t you recognize me?”

He stopped and gave her a quick up-and-down. “Sorry, nope.”

She shook her head at mortals’ short memories. “Hold on,” she said, raising her hand. She snapped her fingers and immediately transformed into the likeness of Megan Fox, then gave Richard an expectant look.

“Oh, I know you,” he said, “you’re—”

“That’s right, I’m the Devil,” said the Devil. “I’m here to tempt you into giving me your soul.”

Richard sighed at this delay in his morning routine. “Too late, I gave at the office.”

“Really? And what did you get in return?”

He lost what little patience he had for the conversation and brushed by the Devil, marching up the stairs to the street above. She followed closely behind, attuned to his bile. Once they were on the sidewalk she hurried around in front of him again.

“Sounds like you got a rum deal,” she said. “What would have been a fair exchange for your soul?”

The Devil’s persistence and Megan Fox’s charms wore him down, and he slumped against a nearby building. “A little respect, you know?” he said.

She raised her eyebrows. “That’s it? Your immortal soul for respect?”

His spine stiffened in indignation, and he stood up straight. “You’re right, that’s not exactly it. I want people in this town to take me seriously for a change. I want them dancing to my tune.”

The Devil pursed her lips appraisingly and nodded. “We can do that.”

Richard threw his head back in agony as lightning rippled over his body, which began to expand. His clothes shrieked and shattered as his growing torso and limbs exceeded their paltry dimensions. Soon he took up the whole breadth of the sidewalk and traffic in all directions stopped as everyone watched the giant emerge from the crowd. Twenty, thirty, forty-feet-tall he became, his giant feet spreading and demolishing nearby trashcans, streetlights, and fire hydrants. As his height passed fifty, sixty, seventy feet his footprint began to shove cars out of the way and into each other. The screams and panic started as he reached eighty, ninety, a hundred-feet-tall. And he kept growing.

When the pain wracking his body subsided and he opened his eyes, Richard was astonished to find that he was taller than all but three or four Downtown skyscrapers. He couldn’t fit more than one of his feet onto a single street, and he could tell there were already a dozen flattened cars beneath his soles. Standing astride an entire corner of the intersection, his immense ass faced the 15th floor of the Bank of America building, while his own place of employment was presented with his enormous flaccid cock. He realized he couldn’t take a single step without slamming one of his hips or thighs into a nearby building.

The Devil appeared on his shoulder, no larger than any of the terrified people below. “Some view, isn’t it?” she quipped.

“What did you do to me?” roared Richard.

“People are taking you very seriously now,” she replied distractedly. “You’re the big man in town.”

“I’m naked!”

“Don’t worry, your skin is quite impermeable. No one can harm you.”

“I look like the Amazing Colossal Couch Potato!”

The Devil glanced down. “I see what you mean.” She snapped her fingers and his love handles disappeared into a six-pack, his muscles became taut and toned, and his uninspired haircut got a makeover worthy of Milan.

“I wanted people to respect me, not fear me!”

“Tomayto, tomahto,” said the Devil, looking over her improvements to his body. “Oh yes, almost forgot.” She twirled a finger and his dangling cock swelled to thirty-six feet in length and ten feet in girth. The spectators in the building Richard was facing raised their hands to their mouths in awe.

“I bet she’s in there,” the Devil said silkily. “I bet she’s watching you right now.”

“Who?” asked Richard feebly.

“You know who. Diane. The one who knows you’re hot for her and thinks you’re pathetic. You know she told everyone in the office about what you said to her at the company retreat.”

Richard did know, but he tried not to think about it.

“I wonder if she thinks you’re pathetic now,” said the Devil. “Maybe she’d like to go for a ride on that monster hog of yours. Lucy and Gillian, too. The whole floor, pinned underneath your cock.”

The Devil’s words were enough to start Richard stiffening. When he saw his enraptured audience, his dong cantilevered out to touch the windows, smearing them with precum. The gawkers all jumped back, but not before Richard spotted Diane. Even at that distance and angle, that burgundy skirt was unmistakable.

“But that would kill them,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Yes, it probably would,” the Devil conceded. “But wouldn’t it also feel good?”

Richard turned his head and looked at her, his expression torn between outrage and lust.

“All of them,” the Devil continued, “devoted to pleasuring your cock, the biggest cock in the world.”

With a feral grunt, Richard thrust his redwood-sized dick through the glass and into the building. He didn’t feel any resistance aside from the furniture and co-workers that he displaced.

“I told you your skin was impenetrable,” said the Devil, adhered to his heaving shoulder like a spider. Richard paid her no mind, swiveling his hips and waving his member from one side of the office to another. One of his sweeps caught five or six co-workers and slammed them up against a windowpane that was somehow still intact. When he saw that Diane was among them he withdrew his prick and reached his hand down into the hole he had made and grabbed her and everyone else nearby.

Bringing his hand up to his face, Richard opened his fist and gazed down upon not only Diane but also Lucy, Gillian, that asshole Brett, his direct supervisor Dave, and Dave’s executive assistant Mindy. To Richard they didn’t seem much more than an inch tall.

“Nice haul,” the Devil observed. “What are you going to do next?”

“Good question,” replied Richard.

The traumatized people in his hand flinched at the sound of his voice, but Brett found the defiance to shout up, “What question?”

“They can’t see or hear me,” the Devil advised.

Richard nodded and reclosed his fist, then walked through his old building, leading with his cock. The corner nearest the intersection collapsed and dozens of people spilled out to perish upon impact with the street or under his feet. Proceeding up Fourth Avenue, civil defense sirens began to whine as his stride damaged buildings on either side of the street and crushed any pedestrians or motorists luckless enough to remain in his path. He was headed for Memorial Park, the only place in Downtown he could think of where there was room for him to sit down.

By the time he reached the park, police cruisers had blocked all the intersecting streets and officers were herding people toward the park exits. Just for grins he punted a cruiser down Spring Street, its flashing light bar illuminating the buildings like a disco ball as it sailed thirty feet up and then crashed down atop a bus shelter. He didn’t bother to check the progress of the evacuation before walking through a stand of oak trees that had probably been planted when the park was first developed over a century before.

Oblivious to bystanders, Richard found a relatively open area and lowered his ass to the ground, crushing a half-dozen benches and a baseball backstop. Sitting cross-legged, he poured his captives onto the turf in front of his ankles, in the shadow of his unrelieved cock and balls. Resting his elbow on his thigh and his head in his hand, he loomed over and leered down at his co-workers.

“Off with your clothes or off with your heads,” he boomed at them.

“I like that, very nice,” the Devil commented.

Brett got to his feet and gestured rudely at Richard’s hovering face. “Forget it, faggot!”

Richard raised his eyebrows in resignation and snatched Brett up between his thumb and forefinger. Without ceremony he brought the screaming man’s head between his incisors and bit down, neatly decapitating Brett. He casually tossed Brett’s gushing body over his shoulder and spat Brett’s head down into his lap, causing Lucy to sprawl on the grass as she jumped out of the way. Richard returned to resting his head in his hand.

“Anyone else want to refuse a simple task?” he asked. He smiled mirthlessly as they scrambled to disrobe. When his co-workers were all naked, Richard selected Dave and brought him up to his face. His supervisor screamed like a child as he neared Richard’s blood-stained lips.

“This last quarter has been very disappointing,” Richard said, mimicking Dave’s remarks at the last department meeting. “Costs will have to be cut. Dave, I’m going to need you to take a deep dive into our process and make a recommendation for who should be eliminated.”

Richard leaned to one side, rolling onto a single ass-cheek and exposing his anus, then he shoved Dave howling and dry between his buttocks and head-first up his asshole. Richard couldn’t be sure that Dave’s neck wasn’t broken after his rectum had swallowed the tiny man, but he couldn’t be arsed to care, either.

Mindy took advantage of Richard’s raised leg to try to escape. He had always thought of her as a roly-poly dumpling, but the chunky little woman turned out to be quick when necessary. She didn’t have time to scamper out of reach, however, and Richard gathered her up into his hand without effort.

“You always did have the best bowl of sweets on your desk, Min,” he said as he squeezed her flab between his fingers. “I think it’s time for a treat.” He rolled his tongue and held it like a platform as he gently set the tiny woman in the center. She was flailing a lot, so he quickly curled the tip of his tongue up and drew her entirely into his mouth.

Richard hummed his gratification as he rolled Mindy around his mouth and sucked on all her hollows and extremities. Eventually he turned his attention to the three office vamps huddled together in front of his giant junk. He tossed Mindy over his teeth to lodge her between his gum and cheek so he could address them.

“Okay ladies, you’ve teased him often enough, now it’s time to make good.” He enjoyed their terrified incomprehension for a solid minute before explaining further. “My cock is now your god. Embrace him.”

When they remained paralyzed with fear, he spat into his hand and slicked up his dick. It was already engorged, and it swelled beyond any hard-on he could remember. “Wow, he is a monster, isn’t he? I’m afraid he can’t wait any longer.”

The shrieks of Diane, Lucy, and Gillian were delicious as he grabbed them and pressed their naked bodies against his shaft. He retrieved Mindy with his tongue and pinned her against his palate as his dick surged against the women in his grasp and his rectum clenched the motionless Dave.

It was sublime. This was a fair exchange for his immortal soul. He closed his eyes and his moans resounded to Heaven. Up and down he pumped his fist, around and around he swirled his treat, and tighter and tighter he squeezed his boss.

Reflexively he swallowed Mindy just before his cum erupted. He rolled the women in his grip up over his cockhead to dunk all their faces in his hot jizz. He thought he could listen to their sputtering dismay for the rest of his life.

The drone of a four-engine propeller plane broke through the whine of the civil defense siren. Richard looked up and spotted the aircraft headed directly for his position.

“What’s that?” he asked the Devil, who was still lounging on his shoulder.

“Air National Guard, I expect,” she replied. “There’s a base not too far from here.”

“You said my skin was impermeable. Will that stop a bomb?”

The Devil shrugged. “Depends. You’re safe from bullets and shrapnel. Explosives are a different matter.”

Richard dropped the cum-coated women onto the grass, where they lay without trying to get up. The plane was nearly overhead, and he saw a large object fall from the rear of the aircraft. A small open parachute dragged behind it as it fell.

“What the hell is that?” he demanded.

The Devil affected to shade her eyes and gazed into the sky. “It says ‘MOAB’ on the side, which I believe stands for ‘Massive Ordnance Air Blast’.”

“Is that, is that like shrapnel?”

“Mmm,” she answered as the parachute disconnected and the object started falling faster. “it’s more like a gigantic ball of fire.”

He glanced at the Devil and her smirk, then back to the bomb.

The light blinded him before he heard the blast.

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Richard awoke in a bed. He opened his eyes and was relieved that his sight had recovered. A technician in a lab coat was leaning over him, removing an array of electrodes from his head. She looked like Megan Fox.

“What happened?” he muttered.

“The simulation was successful,” replied the technician. “You experienced full reciprocal interaction with the virtual world we designed for you.”

“You mean that all wasn’t real?”

“That’s right. Pretty convincing, huh?”

Richard fell back into the pillow, exhaling with relief. “So I didn’t kill all those people after all.”

“No, but at the time you didn’t know that,” said the person who looked like Megan Fox with a triumphant grin, “so it still counts.”

In His Hand by Loca-Lyn

@smolchlo

Positive reinforcement is usually preferable to me, and happily that’s often all that’s necessary. I’m a big believer in fulsome communication, and it’s important that my pets and I understand one another. There are always exceptions, however, and the key is being prepared for any eventuality.

A wise owner tailors his punishments to each pet’s particular needs. What deters one pet from misbehaving might only encourage it in another. And you have to watch out for those pets who actually crave certain punishments. You might want to indulge them on occasion, only to deprive them later when they get out of hand.

I never vent my anger on my pets; they’re too valuable to me for that. Punishments must be determined in a calm, reasonable state of mind. This is not to say that I never enjoy punishing pets, but the primary enjoyment comes from applying effective instruction.

The simplest punishments are usually the best. Entrapment, containment, binding are very effective methods of demonstrating dominance. If she is one of those who actually finds reassurance from being contained or bound, there are always ways to make it uncomfortable or distressing, usually by leaving her somewhere isolated long enough for her to become dehydrated or to soil herself.

I generally prefer to inflict humiliation than pain. Putting her in some demeaning circumstances with a smirk, chuckling at her cries of dismay. Whatever she finds most degrading. The real problem cases usually end up spending some time in the toilet bowl.

As “punishment” implies the possibility of improved future behavior, vore isn’t punishment so much as a final disposition. I typically only swallow a pet if I determine that our relationship has been exhausted, and that her only possible remaining contribution is to slide down my throat and fill my stomach. Or, you know, if I’ve had too much wine.

Another September Kinky Scribble.

Stress Relief by SizeFreakBella

Seven and Dani by Mikester65

@smolchlo

There’s a lot of different factors at play here; not all giants think alike!

First and probably most important: Was he already expecting to encounter a tiny lady? Did he cause her to become tiny? Was there some uncertainty that he would be able to shrink and/or find her?

If he set out to shrink and/or capture her, then there’ll likely be some self-congratulation at having achieved his goal. The less self-confident he originally was, the more he’s going to revel in his success. If the means of shrinking was his own invention/spell/potion, he’s going to congratulate himself for that, too. If he’s afraid of being caught and punished, then there’s going to be anxiety about witnesses, cameras, evidence, etc.

If he wasn’t the cause of her tiny size, then he’s going to wonder at how she became small (or, if she’s of a naturally small species, where she came from). If she contracted a known shrinking disease, he’s going to be afraid to touch her lest he catch it himself. He might think she’s a fairy or an alien, each of which suggest their own perils.

He might not be predatory at all. If she seems in distress, he might want to protect her. If shrinking is completely unknown, he’ll probably think it’s important to find out what happened to her. All these possibilities will make him curious, cautious, and respectful.

Another major factor is whether he knew her before she became tiny. Their prior relationship is going to heavily influence how he feels about standing over her, picking her up, and holding her close to his face.

All these considerations aside, holding a tiny woman in one’s hand is simply electric. Whether he indulges in it or not, it’s essentially a whole-body grope. Unless she’s supernaturally durable, holding her without crushing bones and organs requires delicacy. And she just won’t stop squirming.

If I want my possession of her to last (and I almost always do), I’m going to keep her out of sight until I can get home. In real life I’m not a fan of being the “strong, silent type,” but if I’ve got a mouse-sized woman in my grasp I’m not gonna waste a lot of time yapping when I can just stuff her somewhere and keep her quiet.

Please forgive the heteronormative framing of my comments. I’m as curious about the reactions female biggos (of whatever orientation) have upon encountering shrunken women, as well.

@miss-lillipants

Reply from u/RancidMango3223

This whole MINUS thing is a hoax. I don’t know what country you’re in, but in my country we don’t have any “tiny people.” This whole thing is a conspiracy by woke Chinese Big Tech. Do your own research!

Even if we did have tiny people crawling around, we wouldn’t give them jobs. How useless is that? We’d sell 'em as pets or something. No reason to upend society just to accommodate vermin.

Have fun with your Polly Pocket girlfriend until you roll over her in bed one night lol!