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Stepping up to the plate I’m sorry in advance as my grammar and spelling isn’t the best but felt inspired by the awesome talent here on display and thought I try a lil story hopefully someone gets some pleasure out of this more to follow

Step Pet

Jason rolled over as he fumbled for his phone having spent the night before out with friends, he focused on the time 10am answering the phone he croaked “hello” his fathers voice was on the other end of the phone clipped and business like as usual “are you just getting up now my god son have some respect for yourself” Jason gave a mental shrug before speaking “hello dad is there a reason your calling”. He could just imagine the look on his fathers face the look of disappointment even thoe he was on another continent then his father spoke again “can you check up on your mother” Jason cut in with “Step” his father sighed “your step mother then I don’t know why you give her such a hard time anyway I’m going to be stuck over here for a few more months so the very least you could call in and check up on her she’s not answering her phone” Jason said “sure dad I’ll go see her after breakfast”. His father gave a crisp “thank you before hanging up”.

Getting up Jason walked to the bathroom stepping under the shower he started to wash and brush his teeth honestly; he couldn’t really put down a reason him and Olivia didn’t get along she had entered his life when he was 10, he didn’t know his real mother as she had dropped him off at his fathers at a young age. His father had hired nannies and the like to look after him as he continued to build his empire. She had snagged his fathers heart and came back from one of his trips with him she had been nothing but caring his whole life and his school friends had loved coming for visits where they found her as a towering Amazon, they even joked about death by Snu Snu brough on by her he always found her to loom over him even now he still had to lift his gaze to meet her eyes.

Thanks to school and his father’s advice he had invested his funds and funded some friend’s apps and the result had left him financially secure at the age of 28 he would never be the businessman his father was his father could smell success at 20 paces and what ever he invested in seemed to boom within 12 months. It seemed lately his father had been spending more and more time overseas grabbing a quick bite to eat he drove over to his father’s place knocking on the door he got no response letting himself in he walked around the house looking for his stepmother.

Olivia reclined on her giant bed the two empties vials lying near by her phone on silent she was currently a foot tall she had to admit the latest batch had something special be it in the shrinking one or the upgrades to her chest she knew her lover liked her apple seeds, but she had spurge on the breast tonic to this weekend so now she sported a couple of cherry’s. Her hands playing over her new breasts she was working herself to her first orgasm when she froze when she heard her name called what was he doing here not now not here not when she was like this she cursed herself for not having the antidote closer at hand but it was part of the game for her to have the means for her cure locked away while the shrink juice was ready at hand before she could work out somewhere to hide he appeared in the door way she saw his eyes widen at the site of her and they both seemed to freeze in time.

Jason’s jaw dropped at the site on the bed at first, he thought his stepmother had taken up doll collecting this one looking like a tiny version of herself just with bigger breasts then the doll quickly covered itself as it stood on the bed. After the burst of shock Olivia screamed and pointed at the door telling her stepson to get out only for her to snatch her hand back to cover her bosom all thoughts of pleasure banished at the site of her now giant stepson. Jason could not help but smile at the pitch of the voice screaming at him from the bed stepping up to the bed he knelt to take a better look at his stepmother his eyes roved over her body and he could now see what his friends saw years ago her long silken hair that fell to her waist her tone stomach and legs her caramel skin and the fire in her eyes as they blazed at him.

Olivia could not help but blush under the gaze of her stepson they had not gotten on and now he was looking at her like a man dying of thirst looks at a glass of water she drew breath to yell at him again and caught his scent like his fathers only richer and stronger she shook her head and glared at him she would not swoon she would not cave she was in control here not him. Jason cleared his throat a lump seeming to have formed there and tried to stem the blood rushing south this was not the time to think with the wrong head. “Dad sent me around to find out why you weren’t picking up your phone” before either could do anything else the doorbell rang standing up Jason spied the second vial of shrinking serum it took him no time to come to the wrong answer as he grabbed the vial and went downstairs to answer the door.

Olivia did not have time to react to her stepson’s theft and she knew that if the person at the door was who she thought it was her mistress was going to be in for a shock John must have got the dates mixed up she had cleared this play date with him weeks ago she had expressed her love of size play to him and he had no interested but he allowed her to play with woman and only when tiny. together they had found someone local that was willing to play and John and her had come to a understanding hell his last birthday she had spent bound on the nightstand while John and her mistress had sex in front of her she was bound and could only watch as they spent hours together she was only allowed to grow back at the end she thought she would go mad with desire and John had to post pone a trip because she refused to let him leave the bed.

Jason answered the door after the second ring and Ms Abara stood on his fathers’ front porch her eyes widen slightly at the site of Jason but then she strode in like she owned the place ducking her head as she came though the door as her heals made her to tall for the door. As she clicked into the house she casually asked “Jason dear where is your mother” for his part Jason was in awe he had seen Achebe Abara around town she was always preaching the wickedness of sex and the weakness of flesh and her British accent seemed to draw at parts of him unknown striding to keep up he lead her to the kitchen “oh I think she was getting changed upstairs can I get you a coffee while you wait I was just about to leave but I can get you a coffee first”. Achebe silently laughed changed indeed she wondered if he knew probably not his stepmother and he were not on speaking terms so why would she share this with him.

Achebe spoke up then as she took the seat “yes dear black with two please” she settled into the chair placing her handbag near by and silently going over what she would have her caramel pet do for her this afternoon soon the coffee was placed in front of her as Jason sat across form her drinking his own cup. Lifting the cup to her lips she smiled at him over the rim before downing the cup in one go, she enjoyed the heat and the site of his eyes widening at the display of power her smiled wavered then as the coffee hit her stomach something was wrong something was off with the coffee she got up and took a step then she felt herself falling. Jason’s eyes went wider still as the former giantess rapidly diminished soon there was a pile of clothes on the floor and the shoes with a lump slowly moving under the outfit. Crawling out from her outfit Achebe was angry this was not part of the game someone was breaking the rules and she did not like rule breakers coming out of her outfit she stood and rounded on Jason ready to give him a piece of her mind.

Jason walked over to the pile as she exited the pile stood and turn to face him Jason could not help himself his hand shoot out and picked her up, he heard her gasp and his hand closed around her waist and lifted her up he then placed her on the table and sat down. Achebe was not used to being man handled and she was not about to stand for it once she was sure he was not going to grab her again she stormed forward. She stood in all her naked glory staring up at him “you listen to me right now you’re going up stairs you’re going to find the antidote and you’re going to bring it to me right now. Jason stared here she was a foot tall naked and still she spoke without fear and like she was in complete control Jason reached out with a fingertip intent on touching her as his finger drew close, she slapped at it before she spoke again “did you not hear me I said antidote now”.

Outside Achebe was playing it ice cold she knew she had to wrestle control of this she had to stay in charge she had to make him think she was in charge she couldn’t think how easily he plucked her up off the ground how even when she slapped at his fingertip it barely moved how after years of being in charge of being in control this child had played her like a fool, but he wasn’t a child was he was a fully grown man. She could see the naked lust in his eyes the desire to claim her to make her his and she knew if she gave him that opening, he would she would be his pet his toy. Jason then spoke “no” she blinked at him and opened her mouth to speak only to have him place a fingertip upon her lips to silence her.

And it’s well worth a read two thumbs up all the praise

Brought it will be now getting extra copies for friends

Not my own work but Damm props to the writer

https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=26&p=52824#p52824

I met her when I first moved into the neighborhood. A petite young woman with long, honey blond hair, big grey eyes behind cute glasses, a cute pierced nose, and a daring, witty personality. She introduced herself as Heather, and we had an on and off relationship of bantering and deep conversations over the phone.

Of course, I’m shy, so I didn’t make a move. I had a feeling she was waiting for me to do something, but I didn’t know what.

At least, that was until I met her.

I met her at a neighborhood welcoming party a month later. Ms. Liz, the kind, reserved, subtly flirty older lady who lived a few houses down the street. She was a teacher, and she loved listening to me ramble on and on about stuff at my job or my thoughts about life. She was affectionate and sweet, a healthy older woman with straight blond hair and bright eyes.I cleaned her pools, cut her lawns, even repainted her fence at one point. She seemed to enjoy watching me work. And, if I’m being honest, I enjoyed being watched.

Liz was also sociable, and it was through her introducing me around that the neighborhood started to feel a bit more like a home. She spoke favorably of Heather, though there was a bit of a jealous tease whenever she spoke of her: “You need someone more mature then that one,” stuff like that. I didnt think much of it.

Then, one summer’s evening, everything changed.

It happened at a big pool party at Heather’s family house, where half the neighborhood was invited. Liz was dressed in a two piece bathing suit; blue top, black bottom. She looked elegant and refined, her long legs on display and her head crowned with a wide brimmed straw hat. I greeted her, told her she looked wonderful, because she did.

About an hour passed without much note. I hung out with lots of people, played volleyball and tag with the kids, endured a few lectures from some well meaning older folk. I noticed Liz go off into the house at one point, but I didnt investigate.

Then I saw Heather. Her curves were on full display in her dark blue one piece, and her eyes sparkled in the evening light.

She walked up to me besides the pool a teasing look in her gaze.

I don’t remember much immediately after that. I just remember making our way to her bedroom on the second floor, a single window letting in the evening light as we laid on her bed, laying up and looking up at Heather as she straddled me, when she leaned closer to me, and whispered in my ear:

“Wanna see something cool?”

Without waiting for a response, she slowly glided her hand down her chest, her waist, before hooking her left thumb in the bit of clothing between her legs and pulling out a tiny, disheveled looking Liz, barely even bigger than my index finger. She was naked and glistening with sweat and Heather’s juices.

I stared at her in abject shock, trying to look down at the panting little lady with empathy, her voice a tiny squeak as she coughed and tried to sit up in Heather’s palm.

But I couldn’t deny the sudden bulge that had arisen beneath my swimsuit. And, judging by the expression on Heather’s face, a slight flush with a sly grin, she couldn’t either.

“So, I had a little talk with Lizzy here,” Heather said, curling her fingers around the shrunken woman and brushing her thumb along her tiny head. “And, well, it turns out she has some very interesting ideas. Would you like to hear some of them?”

Unsure of what else to do, and trying to calm myself down, I nodded.

“Well,” Heather said with a grin, “apparently, she’s always wanted to be…. Well, quite frankly, used. A cute, squeaking little pet for two gorgeous younger people. She wants me to…. I dunno, sit helplessly in my hand as she watches us kiss-”

Heather cut herself off to grab my chin with her other hand, pressing her lips to mine, leaning clpse, and letting a soft groan escape her throat as she pushed Liz into my bare chest. Her teeny tiny form was warm and slick, and Heather’s fingers were like little electric shocks as they lighted upon my skin. Imagining the tiny woman, pressed suffocatingly close between our bodies as our heartbeats thumbed loudly, only made me harder.

Heather pulled away with a soft gasp. Her eyes were hungry, and I noticed Liz squeak in pain a little bit as her captor’s grip tightened.

“She also,” Heather went on as if nothing had happened, “would love it if I grabbed your little friend down there and helped you drive for a second… if you catch my drift.”

Heather sat up on her knees, her back arching and her eyes dark. Then she slowly hooked her right hand down my pants, pulling them off and wrapping her left - with Liz still trapped in her grasp - around the base of my manhood.

I gasped and bit my lip as I felt her touch. She applied just the slightest squeeze into her grip, drawing a soft moan from my own lips and a squealing yelp from Liz.

What followed was the greatest handjob I’d ever recieved in my life. Not only were Heather’s fingers magical in their ability to extract every bit of pleasure from me, but feeling Liz’s body being ground up against me, squeaking and moaning as her soft body was pressed against the surface of my length.

After a long while, when I was practically dripping with precum and trying my best to not finish too early, Heather finally released me.

“Aww, look at you,” she said, looking down at me with a smile and tracing her fingers along my thigh teasingly. You’re so cute……”

She held up Liz, who looked much worse off than I was.

“You did a number on her. Hopefully she doesn’t bruise.”

With that, Heather scooped her up, seemingly not caring that she was squeaking in fright.

“Uh,” I managed, “she doesn’t sound like she’s enjoying it anymore.”

“Oh, but we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet!” Heather pouted, then gently set Liz atop the length of my cock.

I watched in awe as the tiny lady wanted for a few seconds, then wrapped her arms legs around the flesh and began to kiss it.

“Looks like she’s still enjoying it,” Heather quipped, “and so are you, huh?” she finished, noticing the twitching coming from my member.

She brought her head down, whispering to the little lady as she worked. “Good job, you little slut. I bet you love it, working a young guys cock like that, knowing that you’re about to get sucked off yourself like a little snack. Keep going……keep kissing it, licking it, tasting it…. grind on it a little bit, he won’t mind, will you baby?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Heather bent over and kissed my head, letting her tongue force Liz against it before coaxing it - along with the upper half of Liz’s tiny body - into her mouth.

She worked wonders with her tongue. Every now and then she’d pull away to catch her breath and make sure Liz didn’t get too seriously injured, before diving right back in enthusiastically.

When she finally finished (as I also finished) she slowly pulled her mouth back, Liz’s little legs dangling from between her lips, kicking fearfully and uselessly.

Heather cooked her head back and slurped the little treat into her mouth, smacking her lips together for few moments and swallowing down the excess semen, before she opened her mouth to reveal Liz, squeaking in what had to be abject fear, drenched in saliva and a few thick strands of my own ejaculate. She was balanced unstably on Heather’s tongue, and I could hear a few hoarse pleas:

“…okay……l-let me out now, dear…… I-I’ve had enough…… t-this has been…… A-amazing…. But I’m ready to get back to normal now……”
I was ashamed to realize that the little pleas only made me hard all over again. Heather spoke, her voice a little muffled as her mouth made its way around Liz’s body:
“Mmm…… so…… You wanna finish her off?”
In a familiar pattern, she crawled on top of me before I could respond, straddling my waist and leaning down, pulling down the top of her swimsuit and pressing her bare chest against my own. I felt the hardness of her nipples and saw the adoring lust in her eyes as she brought her face a few inches away from my own. Her breath was hot, tinged with scents of cock and cum, and I could hear Liz’s anxious squeaks even clearer than before.
She gently traced a finger down my chest, her breathing soft as she gently pressed her slick lips against my own, in a deeper, hotter kiss than before. The fingers of her right hand gently intertwined with my own, and I felt a rush of heat come to my face. This was a more intimate kiss than before. Slower, gentler….
And with the added interest of a tiny woman squirming in between our tongues.
Heather reached down with her other hands and pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit once again, revealing her glistening womanhood. Her breathing intensified, and she kissed me again, Liz tumbling onto my lips with a tiny squeak.
“You think this is hot, don’t you?”
Heather’s voice was a gentle tease, husky and low as she met my gaze. “Sharing a tiny little lady as we fuck at a pool party. Knowing that she’s utterly helpless. Her fate is already sealed, you know?”
I managed to respond, a soft “Y-Yeah?”
In my defense, I was nervous. It was a lot of firsts happening. First time with a girl, first time realizing shrinking tech was real, first time realizing just how beautiful Heather really was, her legs up in the air and kicking cutely as she looked down at me.

my tongue accidentally flicking against Liz as she tried to climb down from my lips. She let out a yelp, and froze. Evidently she’d decided against running away.
“Aw, she’s getting scared…. I mean, she probably knows that I’m planning to keep making out with you, her passing between our mouths and tongues for the next few minutes at least, and I’ll get treated to two sets of cute little squeaks: hers, as she begs and begs to be let go and put back to normal, and yours, baby!”
She cupped my cheek with her palm, her expression warm. “But that’s not all. I bet you lil Lizzy here probably knows that I’m planning to ride you until you’re fucking crying with her on the tip. I want your first time to be the greatest fucking thing on this earth, because it’s gonna be her last. I bet she knows I’m planning to fuck you up and down and sideways, her stuck inside me along with you. I want our screams, our moans, to be the last source of human contact she has to be two hot young people, in ecstasy over her demise. I bet she knows I’m planning to pull her, shivering and soaking and pleading from my pussy, covered in your cum and mine. And I bet she knows that, while I ride you one last time, I’m gonna fucking swallow her whole. I’m gonna clean her off first, my tongue is gonna go in every crack and crevice of her pathetic little body, coming as close to drowning her without actually doing it. Then I’m gonna suck, suck, suck her, like I just got done suck, suck, sucking your gorgeous cock, and as I finally cum I’m gonna swallow her down my throat, her helpless little squeaks of fright drowned out as I scream.”
Liz started to protest, her little voice a frightened whimper as she started to move again.
“Oh? It looks like our little friend’s getting so turned on…. Oh, she’s scared alright, but look at how she’s moving her legs…. Oh, she’s excited!”

With a delighted squeal, Heather leaned close and kissed me once again, cutting off her little voice and letting out a soft moan as our tongues met, pushing her down into my mouth. Heather’s fingers intertwined with mine, and she nibbled my bottom lip as she pulled back.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan, and she clicked her tongue reproachingly.
“C’mon, babe, let it out! I wanna hear you over the the little snack in your mouth.”
She started undulating her hips, humping me and massaging her breasts, and I let out a strong moan, my face hot as Liz tumbled about helplessly. It took everything I had for me to not swallow or choke on her, but thankfully Heather helped me out, pressing her mouth to mine and toying with her.
I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Liz, tumbling about, fully aware that she was about to endure a strange, horrible fate.
And yet, I didn’t stop kissing her. Didn’t stop moving in response to the hot pair of hips on my waist, didn’t stop getting flustered as Heather took every breath to tell me how cute I was and how adorable it was that I was into this.
“And you wanna know the best part?” she said in between kisses, “Liz won’t even be the last one. She’ll be the first, yeah, but she’s quickly gonna be forgotten. There’s so many cute bitches I wanna shrink down and play around with with you, hell, there’s even a few guys I’d love to crush into tiny red spots as I touch myself to you, so many rivals I want your help in dealing with. We could do this every week, every day if you want. Liz is cute right now, yeah, but she’s nothing special.”
As if to to prove this point, she gently plucked Liz from her mouth, and roughly brought her onto my penis once again, setting her laying helplessly on the tip. Then Heather lowered herself onto me, and started riding, riding, riding. The visual of Liz disappearing beneath her folds as I felt her, bumping helplessly against Heather’s walls, forced all the way to the back by my tip, was… impeccably sexy, in a way I never will really understand.
Heather went on riding me for a couple of minutes, kissing and moaning and talking dirty to me in ways I’d never heard before. The sounds, the sights, the scents, the shrunken pet who was helpless through it all… what a way to lose one’s virginity.
Eventually Heather kissed me one more time, the wettest, hottest kiss, with the softest, gentlest moan, as she grinded against me with all she could.
She pulled back as I let out a yelp of ecstasy. A few tears did in fact leak from my eyes (more than a few but I’ll spare my dignity thanks), and stumbling in a thick load of my seed was Liz, squirming and crying and wailing as she sloshed onto the base of my cock.
Casually, Heather undulated her hips a few more times, clapping against me and threatening to crush Liz. Then, she reached down and picked the tiny woman up, still sticky with my seed and our saliva, and casually popped her into her mouth.
Heather leaned back, massaging her breasts as her tongue went to work. I could tell based on the quality of Liz’s cries, which were remarkably loud, that Heather was certainly granting Liz a euphoric sort of send off.
When the little woman screamed out in climax, Heather tilted her head back and slurped and gulped at Liz’s body like it was her last meal. She savored and ravished her, Liz pushing back desperately against the pink, plush instruments of destruction that were Heather’s lips, but it was all for naught.
Because all it took was Heather smacking her lips a few times and pushing Liz down with her fingers as she increased her speed, Heather’s own moans of approaching climax filling the room - as well as mine.
As she moaned, long and hard and proud, I noticed a thick bulge traveling halfway to her throat. Then she forced a swallow, and I watched in awed horror as the bulge that was Liz traveled down, and disappeared.
“Ahhh~” Heather finally slowed her pace, gently laying forward onto me and embracing me.
“Not bad for your first time,” she said in a ragged voice. “Mmmm, I can feel her inside of me. Pounding on my stomach, her little voice vibrating so nicely. I bet you could hear it too!”
She scooted up slightly and rolled onto the side of the bed, sitting up, crossing her legs, and patting her soft stomach invitingly.
“C’mon, give it a listen!”
Groggily, I sat up, and laid my head into her stomach. Sure enough, I could hear it - a faint, hoarse, desperate squeaking, constantly drowned out by the gurgling of Heather’s stomach juices. I laid like that for a long while, my head in her lap, listening to Heather’s heartbeat and stomach noises, along with the gently fading sounds of the tiny little treat who only a few hours ago I’d have thought of as the kind lady a few houses down.
Heather gently put a finger under my chin, guiding me to look up at her.
“You’re so cute,” she said, gently leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. Then she guided us to the pillow and laid there, her voice getting a little quieter as we both started to doze off.
“So……” she managed before I fully drifted away. “Same thing, same time, next week?”

To be honest it’s something I’ve struggled with in the past basically the best advice I got was if you question if it is or not your not misogynistic

Where do I sign up to get that sort of rescue

So found this on another board slight SM but mostly SW plus it’s got a great beat

https://youtu.be/UhdSQdXEdq0

So big brother for tinys

@Olo fucken hell hopefully someone can step up and keep it going

Tales from the doll house a shrunken woman’s take on her daily life from her owners living room with interviews with fallow tinies or friends of her owner. As for the current episode I loved learning about the crush fandom and how little I knew of it that being crush being a personal experience whereas a city wide rampage is more of a impersonal experience

@Olo so I assume she got the car stopped before she shrunk

Stollen from another site thanks to ensmallen over on the shrunken woman board for it

https://youtu.be/IYNnV9RJdCo?si=U2hEcjF5JZ_CdyvY

6 inches to 3 feet I’m happy with anything within that size range

From my point of view I’d rather not have underaged people accessing the site but as far as I know we are still using the honour system