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@bigcuddlygiant Excellent, thanks!

WARNING: As suggested by the latter two images, this comic gets a bit gory…

From “L Tre Desideri” (“The Three Wishes”) by Alberto Giolitti

Pixy2 by Catster

Diary of a Shrunken Woman by Catster

Needs source. Can anyone make out that signature?

@sloppy_amy Her raised hand in the first one is :chef’s_kiss:

@mrgoblinging7 It’s a much more recent work, so I expect the artist’s talents have improved.

by DocBraun

Chapter Three

When I left my apartment, I had no plan for convincingly demonstrating to my new pet that her only future lay in accepting my ownership. I just knew that I had already had enough improvisation for the moment, and I couldn’t afford another moment of fallibility. I also knew that I hadn’t had dinner.

I crossed the street to my favorite teriyaki joint and ordered my usual. As I let the hot protein and rice fill me up, I tried to digest the evening’s events.

It struck me that the fact that no one believed shrinking to be possible meant that they were unlikely to believe their eyes when they saw it. They just needed a distraction or a plausible alternate explanation for what they saw. Accordingly, there were many more opportunities for taking than I had previously thought. I just needed to be clever and bold.

And then I had an inspiration. It was a simple plan, so simple that initially I distrusted it. Did I really understand my new pet well enough to predict her reactions? Did I even want a totally predictable pet? Somehow, as my dinner made its way through my bloodstream, these questions became less urgent. There was no guarantee that my plan would work, but I was sure as I could be that I would enjoy carrying it through. That was enough.

I finished my teriyaki and declined the dessert menu. That would come later. I got up and headed out to obtain the final ingredient for my demonstration.

Later, as I headed triumphantly back to my apartment, I teased myself with fantasies of how I had possibly screwed myself by leaving my pet alone for so long. Perhaps, being an inch taller than Rosa, she had found a way to escape the terrarium, even the apartment. Perhaps she had a laptop or other device in her backpack that emitted some sort of trackable signal. Perhaps there were a dozen cops waiting for me right now.

After thrilling to the adrenaline rush from these imagined catastrophes, I shrugged it all off. Let them try, I thought. We’ll see how fast I can shrink 'em all to ant-size. The usual voice of doubt wasn’t gone entirely, but it was extremely faint. I taunted it and almost skipped home.

No cop cars lined the street outside my building, no residents glanced at me furtively or hurried away, and no one accosted me as I turned the key and entered my apartment. My pet remained where I had left her, sitting on the floor of the terrarium, hugging her knees to her chest and her head lowered to her chest.

My elation unpunctured by any rude surprises, I was unable to restore the stern expression I’d had when I left. I stood at the entrance to the kitchen and tried to ground myself with a few deep breaths. Don’t worry about whether this will work, I told myself. You’re on a roll tonight, and this is exactly what you want. If it doesn’t work, we’ll try something else. In the meantime, enjoy yourself.

My pet raised her head but did not otherwise move as I sat down at the kitchen table. My glance at her contained just a hint of a smirk before I turned my attention to the contents of my jacket pocket. The last of my self-consciousness ebbed away as I brought my hand out onto the table and released Jennifer, all of two-and-a-half-inches-tall.

Her favorite club wasn’t that far away, and I had had no reason to believe she’d even be there that night. I had been ready to take the first woman I fancied and found alone, but Jennifer had in fact been on the dance floor just as I had arrived, her long brown hair twirling in the seizure-inducing lights.

I didn’t approach her then, lest any mutual friends see us together. I waited until she headed for the restroom, and she was only out of anyone else’s sight for a half-second, but that was all it took. No one looks at the floor in a place like that.

Staggering to her feet on my kitchen table, Jennifer’s face was wild with panic. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she took in my torso, arms, and head towering over her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my pet stand up and approach the plexiglass, but I didn’t want to miss a second of Jennifer’s plight.

She whirled about, trying to recognize everyday objects impossibly magnified in size. The top she was wearing had shimmered incandescently under the club lighting, but in the stark glare of my kitchen fluorescents, it appeared a dark fuchsia. Her pants were a basic black but hugged her ass and thighs oh so tantalizingly.

She didn’t seem to be making any progress orienting herself, so I swept her into my fist and brought her to my face for a closer look. I curled my fingers beneath her armpits so she could rest her tiny arms atop my grip. She made a futile effort to push herself away from my immense scrutiny.

I took my time drinking her in. Her dark heavy eyebrows, which were so animated when she had regaled me with her plans for the future, were arched high with apprehension. Her jaw, which used to hang open as she contemplated new experiences, was wrenched into a rictus of fear. And her jade-green eyes, which had once challenged the world to surprise her, pleaded to return to a world that made sense.

“Gordon, is that you?” whimpered Jennifer. “What’s going on?”

Instead of answering her, I twisted my fist to roll her first onto her side and then onto her back as I brought her head under my nose, her luxuriant hair draping across my upper lip. I’d longed to bury my nose in her hair from the moment I met her, and I inhaled deeply, her fine strands tickling my nostrils. She had artfully scented her hair for the evening out, but her fear-sweat was the perfect accent.

Jennifer writhed in my grasp, pressing her delightfully pliant tits and ass against my fingers and palm. I couldn’t resist squeezing her until she squeaked. I then silenced her squeak by covering her face with the tip of my tongue.

I was so giddy with the license that I was taking, I had to chuckle. Relieved of my tongue, Jennifer sputtered and coughed. Before she could recover, I lowered my fist and pinned her to the tabletop with my thumb while I selected the adhesive tape. My smirk returned in force as I rolled her onto her back and taped each of her limbs down in a spread-eagle position.

I gave the briefest of glances to my pet, not long enough to read much from her expression, but I did discern that she was standing a couple of steps back from the plexiglass and watching the proceedings with her arms crossed in front of her. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

I felt a grin spread across my face as I positioned the magnifying lamp for its long-awaited purpose. I switched it on and Jennifer winced under its glare. I selected my X-Acto knife and brandished it over the bound woman.

“Gordon, what are you doing?” she cried. “Stop, please, stop!” I leaned around the magnifier to give Jennifer a less severe view of my face.

“I suggest you hold very still for this part,” I said amiably, rolling the knife’s shaft between my fingers. Somehow her fair skin became even paler. Even better, she visibly gulped.

Leaning back over the magnifier, I gently placed the point of the blade on Jennifer’s shoulder to precisely determine the depth of her shirt’s fabric. I applied no pressure, but she shrieked anyway.

“Hold still,” I repeated, less amiably.

She shut her eyes tight as I slashed at the front each sleeve, from the shoulders to the collar, and from the collar to her waist. I then used the tweezers to expose her bra and belly. She opened her eyes when I lay the dull edge of the blade on her belly, the point just at the base of her sternum. The slightest flick forward and up sliced through the band of her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts.

Wouldja look at that, I thought, setting the blade and tweezers down for the moment. I had suspected Jennifer had a spectacular rack, and now it was within my grasp. Imagine how much more there’d be to play with if you’d only shrunk her down to, oh, eight-inches-tall? I’d have nowhere to keep her, let alone getting her out of the club unnoticed. Ah, well.

My tongue had snaked its way out between my lips, and Jennifer’s horrified expression indicated how it must have appeared on her side of the magnifier. She did not, however, see my thumb approach until it landed on her chest and started fondling her boobs. I’m afraid my own expression only became more smug.

As I moved my thumb lower to feel her heaving belly, I searched her eyes for any sign of outrage at my violations, but she was still alternating between bewilderment and denial. You gotta be open to new experiences, Jenny.

I picked the blade back up. Let’s get those pants off. Leery of the risk of injury from cutting her inseam, I sliced only the outside edge from the waistband to the cuffs, then tweezed her pants out from under her. Next off came her thong, revealing her dark landing strip and cute little pussy.

I paused a moment to take in the sight of this gorgeous woman bound naked and splayed wide on my kitchen table. I put the knife down for good and rested my head in my hands for some fulsome ogling. One of my pinkies slipped between my lips and my tongue eagerly set upon this proxy. It seemed only natural at that point to press the slickened tip of my pinky into her crotch.

It didn’t begin to fit inside, of course, but after sufficient stroking her tiny labia parted slightly and conformed to the motion of my fingertip. Jennifer shut her eyes and twisted her face away briefly, then turned back with a wide-eyed glare. That’s right, I thought. This is really happening and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

I withdrew my pinky and returned it to my tongue. Sweet and sour, the perfect marinade. I swung the magnifier arm to the side and looked directly down on Jennifer. She seemed to be holding her breath, which she released forcibly when I brought my face down to within a couple of inches of her helpless body.

Resting the tip of my nose on her belly, I took a deep whiff of her bestirred sex while filling her vision with my besotted eyes. My lips and cheeks brushed against her thighs as they struggled to contain my roiling tongue, and I finally had to lift my mouth out of reach before I lost control. No longer looking cross-eyed at my prey, I blinked and smacked my lips.

Jennifer’s jaw tensed and a gentle resolve filled her eyes. “Gordon,” she said with startling plangency, “will you please let me go?”

I leaned back and made a judicious face, then shrugged. One by one I freed each of her limbs by peeling the tape up. She kept her eyes on mine as she got to her feet, then she made a sober survey of her surroundings. For the first time, she seemed to take notice of my pet behind the plexiglass.

A deep rumbling chuckle had been building in my belly, and I chose that moment to finally release it. Jennifer spun around and looked up at me, and she did not like what she saw. She started running toward the terrarium, reaching out and crying, “Help me!”

I brought my head down fast, my jaws enclosing the fleeing woman, taking her T-Rex style. As I raised my head again, lifting her off her flailing feet, I noted that my pet had stepped forward and was watching me intently.

Jennifer’s head and shoulders lay in the middle of my tongue, and she placed her hands on my upper teeth in a pitiful attempt to prevent them from slicing through her abdomen. I had no intention of chewing her, but she couldn’t know that. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, exposing my throat to my pet, and slurped Jennifer’s legs into my mouth.

Tongue time, I thought. Still displaying my throat muscles, I gave Jennifer a full tour of my mouth, pressing her against each cheek, spinning her around so her head was oriented toward my lips, and slamming her back and ass against my palate while effortlessly separating her legs with the crest of my tongue.

My tongue began rhythmically pulsing against her from her taint to her tits. Gradually she was pushed forward until her head emerged from between my lips and she sputtered and gasped for breath.

Oh, how I missed this, I thought. Not just the taste of her twat but also the feel of her flesh trembling against my palate, my gums, and of course my tongue. She was utterly enslaved to the service of my senses.

As Jennifer recovered her breath and devoted more of her vocalization to reacting to my tongue, I opened my eyes and tilted my head forward so I could gaze upon my pet. She was enraptured, both hands on the plexiglass and staring up at me with . . . what, exactly? Could it be anticipation?

Remembering how dazzling she had looked on the dance floor, I let my tongue take the full measure of Jennifer’s supple breasts. I wanted you so I took you and now you’re mine. Her cries increased in volume and pitch. Whether they were more from terror or arousal I’ll never know because I abruptly muffled them when I sucked her back in and swallowed her down.

Reflexively I put my hand on my chest to feel Jennifer’s passage, but all my concentration was on my pet. She had raised both hands to her mouth when she watched Jennifer slide down my gullet, and now she was holding herself by her upper arms. Her face was tilted down, but she dared not take her eyes off me, and they peeked up through her curls. Totes adorbz, I thought.

After my stomach contents had settled down, I calmly stood and reached into the terrarium. My pet instinctively backed away, but there was nowhere to run and after a moment she stood still and let me wrap my fingers around her and lift her out. I sat back down and gently stood her on the table before me, only a few inches from my belly, which was still a bit noisy.

“Time to get undressed, Pet,” I said matter-of-factly. My hands didn’t move, but the blade and tweezers remained within easy reach.

Her breathing was still labored, but her face was controlled. Her gaze dropped from my eyes to my belly, and then finally she spoke, faintly but distinctly, “Yes, sir.”

Blood rushed in my ears and I felt unsteady in the kitchen chair. Is this it? Is she going to obey me from now on? Is she complying out of shock, or has she accepted her new station? Don’t rush it. Maintain your posture, but let her find her repose.

I kept my face placid as I leaned back and returned my hand to my belly. She had a grim expression as she shot me a glare before grabbing the bottom of her black camisole and pulling it over her head and her unruly curls.

She must have changed out of her Starbucks shirt before leaving the store, I mused. Her bra was black, too, and to my inexperienced eyes it looked fancy. Would have been a shame to have to chop through that.

It seemed impossible that she could have pulled her tight jeans over those hips without my assistance, but she did it without complaint. She took her panties down at the same time, so I didn’t get a clear look to determine whether they matched the bra. Her pussy was clean-shaven for now. She won’t be getting any grooming supplies from me.

Stepping out of her jeans, she resumed eye contact as she reached behind her back to release the hooks of her bra. Her face was equal parts resolve and relief as she let her bra straps slip over her shoulders and the cups fell into her arms. She tossed the bra onto the pile of the rest of her clothes, clasped her hands behind her back, and raised her face to me.

She’s mine, I thought. She’s my Pet. I released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

With the faintest of satisfied smiles, I stood up and loomed over her. She tilted her head back but otherwise held still. I moved the chair back to give myself some room, and then I, too, undressed. I did my best to match her performance in pragmatic insouciance.

My cock had been hardening all through my tasting and consumption of Jennifer, and whatever torpor might have followed was overcome by the spectacle of Pet’s obedience. It was difficult to see precisely where she was looking, but imagine the sight of my stiffy snapping free of my boxers snagged her attention.

It bobbed closer to her as I approached the table, so she might not have been watching for my hand when I reached for her and enclosed her in my fist. I brought her close to my face just as I had the first time I grabbed her on the campus path. Now under the bright light, I looked on her bare brown shoulders and resigned face with less menace than possession.

I held her upright with a minimum of sway as I repaired to the living room couch, sitting down and spreading my legs wide. Looking at her helpless in my grip, I hocked back a mouthful of spit. She squeezed her eyes shut, but opened them again in surprise after I spat into my other hand.

Pet nevertheless got a faceful of my spit after I slicked my cockhead and shaft and then held her to the underside, nestling her tiny boobs, belly, and pussy against my electrified skin. I waited a couple of seconds to see if she knew what to do without being told, but finally I had to say, “Hold on,” and she dutifully wrapped her arms and legs around my cock.

I started jacking off slow, as I wanted to savor the delicate friction between our flesh. I surged in response to the sight of Pet’s tiny face rising above my cockhead with each upstroke, and I thrilled to feel her tiny round ass slapping my balls with each downstroke. Even though my hand provided all the motion, her limbs genuinely gripped my shaft, and I’m sure she felt its heat and its insistence with the whole of her body.

Reveling in the shrunken woman wrapped around my cock and the other dissolving my belly, I felt godlike again. I was having my way with these women, and one of them was learning to appreciate her new role in life. This would be the first of many lessons, and she would grow more content with each that she learned. Similarly, I would grow more satisfied with each adaptation that she made.

I succumbed to a grin of triumph as I accelerated my strokes until I reached climax. Pet grunted loudly, possibly also in triumph but more probably because I squeezed her too hard. I shot all over her hair and face, and a dab also landed on my belly in tribute to Jennifer.

I lifted Pet up to the topside of my cock and settled her in my cum-soaked thatch as I lay back and let all my muscles go. I closed my eyes and dropped my arms onto the cushions, letting Pet take everything in. For a while we just breathed together.

Eventually the cum started to harden, provoking me to sit up. Pet hadn’t moved much, and she didn’t evade my collecting hand. I brought her to my face and enjoyed the sight of her marked with my fluids. I pulled her close for a sniff.

“I think you need a bath, Pet,” I said patronizingly. She nodded, and I decided not to prompt her for a vocal agreement. All in good time, it’s been a rough first day.

I got out my favorite clear glass bowl and filled it with warm water and bath soap. I wanted to watch her bathe herself, but we were both exhausted. I gently wiped her with a washcloth, but I couldn’t really do a thorough job on her curly hair. She’ll smell me in her dreams tonight, I thought.

Pet was a little too tall for Rosa’s old bed, so I bunched up my boxers and put them on the floor of the terrarium for her to sleep on. After lowering her onto her makeshift bed, it occurred to me that she hadn’t had any supper. Keeping it simple, I filled her water dish and cut her a chunk of cheese from the fridge. After setting these at one end of the terrarium, I stood over her once more.

“Good night, Pet,” I said sincerely and switched off the kitchen light.

Don’t Mind Me by AnxietyCase

Don’t Watch Me by AnxietyCase

@mrgoblinging7

Desperate Shrunken sibling by Bingspaced

Nickie by Tom Hugemens

@kisupure

Yeah, creek water makes for lousy lube.

Very elegant device to get Wesson in Rice’s crosshairs. Kudos!

As skilled and experienced as these two are, they’re in unfamiliar territory, and there’s no one they can ask for guidance. Rice, in particular, doesn’t seem to like not knowing the lay of the land.

I really like the way Gray has converted the Fear from a biochemical agent into a philosophical posture. It’d be ironic if her “resistance” to the pheromone gives her away to her fellow corpsmen at some point.

I still wonder how difficult it is for Anakim to suppress their scent. Very intrigued by the possibility that Gray is the first human he’s fucked that asked him not to suppress.

“I think you do, soldier,” he said.

Soldier. Not corpsman, soldier. I might swoon.

Fear on the battlefield was honest, but at camp it was the dirtiest weapon of all.

I’m still not relaxing around Finch.