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@Olo a comedy / drama series about a Holodeck repair tech who is constantly saving dark-side kinky people from safeties-off deadly scenarios would be incredible.

@mrgoblinging7 Why is betrayal so hot.

@AnnDViant aaaah! Those are wonderful! Thank you for sharing!

@sillylilbug thanks so much for your comment! I’m so happy that you’re giving it a shot.
This one was a real departure from my short stories, since it’s so much less cruel to the tiny (most of the time.) It started as a fetishy thing and became kinda more emotional and funny than just about what I find hot. I hope you continue to enjoy it!

@mrgoblinging7 I love how bisexual this artist’s images seem. Love an objectified man and objectified woman in the same image.

@Peep Ooh, a giant angel / golem! I love him as a protective giant now that you point him out.

@tiny-ivy

PART 2

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Bluebell knew that she had to destroy this man. She had been watching this whole sordid display from the window. How dare this human scoundrel, this bearded fuck, who's currently using her beloved wife as a magical lube bottle, blow a kiss at Lilac?

Was he mocking her, before he crushed her tiny form out of a bored sense of domination, and threw her away like a wet tissue? She could not find out. She had to stop him from cumming, before he lost interest in what he must have seen as a toy.

She was horrified, but this whole time, she didn't know how to help. She felt powerless without her patron goddess.

Persephone isn't the only one in this land, she thought to herself. She remembered her friend Hawk, whom she hunted rabbits with two summers ago. Hawk was an Artemis Fairy.

Artemis, the Goddess of the hunt. The Goddess who either killed or transformed most of the men she came across in stories. The Goddess who had once killed a hunter for the transgression of peeping on her bathing naked in the forest.

Bluebell cast a spell by evoking the Goddess with her words. She chanted Artemis's name, closing her eyes, and stated her case.

"Hunter-Killing Goddess, defender of womens' virtues. Hear my prayer. I know my wings are not grown, I know my magic is out of season. But, for my love's sake, I beg of you, give me this smaller gift: lend me just this: the speed of a hunting dog, so that I may make my move."

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Neither the hunter nor Lilac could see or hear Bluebell's chant. She was behind the glass, and anything she said was drowned out by the drum and thrum of the mismatched pairs' heartbeats and panting. The hunter stroked his dick with the fairy trapped inside his hand, up and down. He glanced down, and she was rubbing her cunt against the shaft, moaning faintly.

He let his thumb out a little, giving her a chance to try to get away if she felt the need, but she stayed, and hugged the dick tighter when the thumb moved away.

He smiled.

"Enjoy the ride," he said, as he gripped her against himself again, and resumed stroking. Her pussy's wetness felt warm and tingly against his sensitive cock skin. The feeling of her tiny, gripping body between his hand and his cock made him feel like a holy God of his own image.

He couldn't last long, after all the build-up. The hunter strained his thighs, before his balls tensed upwards, and then his dick erupted in a painfully intense spurt.

He lessened his grip on Lilac, keeping his hand next to her, and she moved herself to the bottom side of his dick, deliberately getting in the way of the stream of sticky white semen. It dripped down her head, over her shoulders, and down her backside. She had to hold her breath, there was so much of it covering her face.

Lilac shimmied up to the top of the glans, and shook her head back and forth, trying to shake the cum off her face while keeping her arms around the dick. Most of the sticky gunk stayed. The hunter, watching this, wiped if off her face with one sweep of his fingertip.

Lilac laughed. It sounded something like a cricket.

"That was fun!" she shouted, looking up at the hunter, grinning madly.

"You really are a freak," the hunter said, admiration in his voice. He was smirking as he shook his head.

"But, you can clean up, if you like. Here," he said. He lifted her up gently off his cock and put her in the bottom of the large glass jar. He sprinted to the kitchen next to the bedroom and quickly brought back a paper towel soaked in warm tap water. He gingerly put it in the bottom of the jar with her, and then closed the lid, loosely, barely using the threads.

He didn't think he would keep her in the jar for long. But he couldn't let this marvel get away just yet.

He cleaned himself up, and put his pants back on.

"I have to drive into town before the store closes. I'll be back soon, my fairy pet," the hunter said.

Lilac stopped cleaning herself off, and watched her huge captor leave. This was a fun encounter for now, but she was nobody's pet. She would figure a way out soon. If not now, then in a few weeks, after Persephone returned. Putting her still dry clothing back on, she wondered if she'd leave him alive or not. In March, she'll get back her power to magically transform his veins and arteries into flowering vines. That was always a fun way to get rid of a mortal she was done playing with.

He had a nice skull shape she could get to know better. The big human skeletons made for such handsome flower mounds after a few centuries.

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The hunter stepped outside, still dazed from the fairy's enchanted fluids. So drugged, that he doubted his eyes at first when another fairy ran right up to him, and stood firmly in the path between him and his car.

This one was dressed in darker leather, and her feathered hood was up, covering her hair and ears. Tiny, black, eyes stuck out just below the hood, staring up at him.

She seemed furious.

She took off, running past his car, to a woodchip path through the forest that he knew well. She was running as fast as a deer, which on her tiny frame, was unbelievable. Light seemed to trail after her shape as she ran, like she was leaving an after-image on his retina. He couldn't tell if that was a side effect of the fairy magic from earlier.

The hunter wondered if she tasted like the other tiny woman, or if there was variety between these creatures' miniature cunts. The errand in town could wait for tomorrow - he had to catch her.

The man ran up the path towards Bluebell, as fast as he could sprint. It went uphill, and he lost speed. He lost sight of her between the trees and dead logs next to the frozen pond at the bottom of a ridge.

The pond here had frozen and thawed, frozen and thawed over the course of this strange winter, but the last time the hunter had walked to it a week ago, a full-sized buck had run across it to the other side.

Bluebell reached the edge of the pond before the human had even made it to the top of the hill. She could tell by its coloring that the ice was perfect for this.

The fairy ran across the ice. Her knee-high shrew-leather shoes had just enough grip in their pine-sap soles for her to be able to trust each footfall. She fled as fast as the wind.

Twigs snapped, and clumsy footfalls followed. The bare winter bushes parted as the huge hunter reached the edge of the icy shore. It was getting dark, on a cloudy afternoon, so he relied on her telltale footprints across the snow-splattered ice to see where she had run to. They looked like the prints of a tiny woman's boots. He saw her, next to a frozen reed plant most of the way across the water. She was standing still, like a dark-colored bird hidden among leaves.

But she was obvious, there, her black leather outfit starkly standing against the white snow. The human and the fairy exchanged glances, and she turned around, running to the opposite shore of the pond.

It would take just a few fast steps for the hunter to catch up. Bluebell went through the reeds at the far shore, taking no chances with her distance-making.

The hunter considered the risks, still drugged as hell, and he went for it. Even though he already had one, this was not a being to let go into the night. Another delicious, ecstatic pet was worth any chase.

The man gingerly stepped onto the ice. It felt solid under his feet, and looked opaque beneath him. He stepped forward once, and then twice, planning his final pounce onto the new fairy. She was still standing still on her opposite shore, her arms crossed.

He wondered if she was mocking him. Unlike the first one he had caught, this one didn't seem afraid.

Three steps in, the ice cracked under his boot. He turned around, carefully stepping back to safety, but the surface snapped again, and gave way. With a huge splash, the hunter fell into the freezing-cold water. Pond water filled the hunter's outfit. The premium goosefeathers of his coat soaked it up like a sponge.

It had looked solid, the hunter thought, as he tried to stay above the surface. The pond was deeper than he expected, and his clothing was heavier than he was used to swimming with. The weight dragged him down. He kicked and churned, desperate to stay afloat. He tried to take his winter coat off, but taking his arms away from his desperate treading let him slip deeper beneath the surface.

Bluebell watched safely from the frozen shore as the surface of the water behind the cracked ice churned. First the hunter's hands came up, and then his head, as he got a few gasping breaths in. He began to climb up onto the ice surface, and pulled his torso above the ice. As he was lifting his first leg onto the ice, the surface cracked again, and his weight sunk it back into the water, another half-floating obstacle to the man's futile attempts at swimming.

The sun was now setting onto the half-frozen lake. A cloudy dusk cast only muted shadows on the surface of the water, as, over the course of several minutes, the churning and the bubbles died down to a full stillness.

@olo His sort of bored-looking face makes me think he went to the club looking for someone his own size to pick on, but was only attracting the attention of those darn tinies.

They’re such a nuisance to hot normal-sized people, they’re always so horny for “giants”, but they still pay the full cover price at the door, so management still lets them in.

@foreverlurk these are amazing!! Thank you!

NOTE: This story features the most explicit scat I’ve ever or will ever write. I wrote this for Coiled Fist in early 2020. If I was a less responsible person, I’d blame its extreme raunch on the foul atmosphere on that wonderful site. I was shy about sharing it here. I’m never going to post it to my professional erotica/ romance author web site, because I know that scat is a HUGE red flag to even kinky erotica fans, and I would like to maybe make some money off of my more cuddly macro stories someday.

So I’m reposting it here as a special treat. Just for the fucking sickos on here who share this interest in the most disgusting things a giant can do to a Tiny. Howdy, friends! No, I also don’t know why we’re like this!

The main character is a shrunken man. There is a supporting character of a shrunken woman, but you don’t actually see the torture she receives. The ‘giants’ are men.

BLURB:
Dan, a young male job seeker at a night club, has to remember: If you want to get a job in this field, the customer is always right. Even if they have the most terrifying fantasy you’ve ever heard of.

CW: Scat , piss, noncon, torture

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Another letter from the landlord came through Dan's mail flap. He glanced over at it, on top of a small pile of unopened mail, and sighed, then got back to watching a sitcom on Netflix. That letter will have to wait until he gets more money. He's already seen this episode at least a dozen times. The jokes aren't even funny anymore. Especially not to someone who's been unemployed for so long. Nothing's funny anymore.

Dan sighed, and closed the Netflix window. It was 1 PM. He really should get to 'work' on this Thursday. He opened up his email, hoping for a response to one of the two dozen online job applications he put in last week.

It was almost all junk. 'Enlarge your p3nis!!!' 'I need YOU to help me hide this lottery winning.' There was also crap about multilevel marketing. If Dan didn't have a few hundred bucks to spare for the 'starter kit,' how the heck was he supposed to even start making money with one of those scams?

The sad truth was, Dan had been a server at mid-level chain restaurants since his junior year of high school. Chili's, TGI Friday's, then Outback Steakhouse. His entire decade of being a working adult had been in one job type, and he never expected all of the restaurants to go out of business and sharply downsize at the same time. Who plans on something like that?

As Dan scrolled through his inbox listlessly, one subject line caught his eye.

"Job Offer for Customer Service Rep - Can you come in person to interview next week?"

Dan read the whole thing, wrote a polite email of interest back, and added the time and place to his phone calendar. Tuesday, 10 AM, "Desires Nightclub", across town. He set 5 alarms on that day to make sure he wouldn't sleep through this one.

Dan walked from the train station towards the address the email mentioned. He could hear the deep bass notes of house music from a few blocks away. As he got closer, the sound got louder, and he saw a few other applicants walking towards the club. The club itself was two stories tall from the street level, and painted all in black. There were no windows. The logo - Desires Nightclub - was written in a strangely corporate font in a plaque to the right of the entrance, as though there was a respectable company behind the riveted steel front doors.

The bouncer, a tall, middle aged man with a serious mustache and enormous muscles, sized Dan up as an applicant visually, and let him in with the crowd of others.

Dan walked through the doors and was surprised to notice that the sound of the club music stopped as soon as he crossed the threshold. He and about 30 other people followed the sign at the entrance for the job interview to a large bar and dance floor area, which was fully lit with glaring, blue colored LED lights above. The club, with its rubbery, dark grey dance floor, stainless steel bar counter, and colorful murals of giant demonic monsters eating people painted on the walls, seemed immaculately clean in this glaring light.

"Hello, everyone! Thanks for coming!" a man in his fifties said over a microphone, and stepped onto a small performance stage. He was dressed in an expensive suit and too many rings, with blonde hair in a professional ponytail, thick rimmed glasses, and a little goatee.

"Thank you for coming to Desires Nightclub. I know, this looks like a big group for one job interview, but we actually need many positions filled, so you all actually have a great chance of getting hired. Don't stress about it, okay?"

The crowd laughed a little.

"My name is Thomas, I'm the Hospitality Manager here. I look forward to getting to know you all a little bit. Let's start with a show of hands…"

Thomas gave a speech with some audience participation to gauge how experienced all of the candidates were. He then started talking about the duties expected of the people they wanted to hire. A few minutes into it, Dan started feeling a pressure in his bladder that was undeniable. That extra large coffee this morning had given him lots of confidence - and was now bursting at the seems of his bladder.

"Excuse me," Dan softly said to nobody in particular, as he left the crowd to find the bathroom.

There was a single-toilet bathroom close to the entrance. It didn't have a gender on the front of the door, instead, the door said "Unaware", with an icon of a toilet underneath. He quickly ducked in and was surprised by how dark it was. There was a small white light above the sink and mirror, but the little toilet just had a faint glow of a red light far above it. Very atmospheric, and slightly disorienting. All he could see of the toilet was the outline of the light grey-looking plastic seat. The bowl was the same dark grey color, basically invisible in the dark.

Dan quickly unzipped his fly and got his thick cock out. As his stream of piss entered the bowl, he was shocked to not hear the normal tinkling sound of the pee hitting water. Instead, it sounded like it was landing on hard plastic several feet under the bowl. The sound was like a loud patter of rain on a rooftop, and the acrid smell of his urine was more noticeable for the lack of dilution. He scrunched his nose a bit.

Dan also heard a faint, startled screaming sound when he first started pissing. Maybe there was a horror movie playing somewhere in the club.

Done with his business, he tucked his dick away and pressed a button faintly glowing purple, that said "Flush." Dan figured this must be some sort of eco-friendly toilet that only uses water after you go. Instead of water though, he heard a set of mechanical sounds, like a vending machine moving parts around, followed by a cheerful robotic chirp of completion.

"Thank you for your patronage," a recorded message came from the top part of the toilet.

Dan chuckled a little. Must be one of those weird Japanese toilets that have voice recordings. He washed his hands and got back to the group job interview.

Thomas and the group split off into four smaller sub-groups, based on how experienced each was in customer service. Him and three other assistant managers then interviewed each person briefly in person. Dan was sitting in an audience member seat by the audience for a while, waiting to be called in.

"OK Dan. Sorry, I know this will take a while, but we only have a few more to get through after you," Dan's group leader for this part, Steven, said after calling him in. He was a youthful man with the thin but moderately sculpted build like a dancer, and very short black hair.

"It's fine, I understand!" Dan said cheerfully.

"Good, now, ah-" he paused for a moment, looking at the resume in front of him, "Dan. Do you have experience in the nightlife industry?"

"Nightlife? Uh, no. I was a waiter for a decade though, and I feel like my experience with customers in that setting will definitely translate to here. It's just going to be different hours. And the music will be louder."

"Haha, yes," Steven said, half-listening. "OK, now, the real question I have for you here is, when you go on a roller coaster, would you say you are one of the people screaming during the ride, or would you say you're more one to be silent when you are faced with a… frightening situation?"

Dan thought for a moment about the soft scream he had heard in the bathroom. He furrowed his brow, but answered honestly.

"I'm a screamer."

"Great. That's wonderful to hear." Steven said, with an odd smile on his face. Dan almost thought he seemed turned on. "When you leave this room, go to your right, and Javier will take you through the absolute final part of the interview, the written personality test. Don't worry, it's a short one, just one page, back and front."

"OK," Dan said, getting a little annoyed by having another step to go through. He was getting hungry for lunch at this rate.

"And show Javier this," Steven said, sticking a pre-printed sticker on Dan's chest. In bold black letters, it said "Loud".

Dan left the office through its back door, and found himself in a hallway, with lines of fellow job applicants lined up to his left and his right. The shorter line, to his left, was being lead to a wooden door with the word, "Unaware" on it. All of the people in that line had stickers too, but theirs said "Quiet". The longer line, to his right, lead to a door that said "Aware", and was filled with people, who like him, had the word "Loud" in a sticker on their chest.

"That's one way to sort people," Dan said out-loud to the middle aged man waiting in line in front of him.

"Whatever. Personality tests are always weird," he said.

Dan browsed memes on his phone as he waited, and before long, it was his turn to go into the door marked "Aware."

"Hi Javier," he said, trying to make a good impression.

"Don't we have a good memory," the slightly-out-of-shape bear of a man said. "Just this way."

Javier lead Dan through the door and into an oddly blank grey-colored room, with soundproofing on all of the walls and doors. In the middle of it, stood a white 1960's style desk and wooden chair. Javier handed him a Scantron personality test and a fresh #2 pencil. It had 50 questions on both sides. This was going to take longer than he thought.

Dan sat down and began the test. The questions were typical, the sort of thing you often find in an online application, seemingly written to weed out people who would steal money from cash registers from people who wouldn't.

"Sometimes, I can't help but disrespect authority figures, to be 'cool'" Dan read aloud to himself, and rolled his eyes. He filled in the bubble for "1 - never!"

Dan heard the sound of the pencil scraping the paper distinctly. He noticed how quiet the room was. There was a line full of applicants right outside, but he didn't hear any shuffling coming from that direction. He could hear his own heart beat and breathing. He looked up, slightly unnerved. Why did this room have to be soundproofed?

He scrutinized the egg-carton shape of the dark grey soundproofing insulation on the walls around him, and looked up at the ceiling, about 12 feet high, expecting to see more of the same insulation. Instead, there was a foot-wide circular black glass panel cut out of the insulation directly above the chair, perfectly aligned with Dan. As soon as he looked at it, he heard an electronic whine start up. He stood up from his chair and called out, "What is that?" to nobody in the seemingly empty room. He stared into the glass panel, trying to make out any details behind the shine.

"Nothing, just finish the test," an amplified voice came from a speaker behind the panel.
"Are you watching me?"
"Part of the personality test," the voice said, impatient, and the electronic hum intensified into a loud, high pitched alarm tone before a loud thwack sound, and a thick ray of bright pink light arced out of the glass panel. It directly hit Dan.

He felt like he was burned - he screamed, and then felt himself getting weak. The panels absorbed all of the sound. He felt dizzy, and sat back in the chair to pass out. "I'm going to figure this out, once -" he started, but he didn't have the strength to finish the sentence before a black void filled all of his vision.

Dan didn't know if it had been minutes or days since he was zapped. The first thing he noticed was a massive headache. The second thing he noticed was that something was hugging him from both sides of his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that he was stomach-down on top of a smooth plastic surface - the same bright red color as the chair, but surrounding him on all sides. The hugging became unpleasantly tight and he felt himself being lifted into the air - up, and up, away from the red plastic which he was now so far away from he recognized as – a giant version of the chair, in front of a giant version of the desk he was seated at before the ray.

Dan could not understand what sort of bizarre prank reality show he had been suckered into, until he heard an extremely loud laugh come from a few dozen feet above his head.

"I never get sick of this look of shock when we first shrink one of you. If customers were just a little more careful with the merchandise, we could charge for what I do here," the unbelievably loud and deep voice said. It sounded familiar. Dan couldn't place it for a moment.

Dan actually bent his aching head down to look at what was hugging his chest, and he saw two massive fingers pinching him from both sides, each one as thick as the thickest part of Dan's chest. He was no more than two inches tall.

The full horror of his change from his 6'1'' form to this new toy-like size him hit him all at once, and he almost passed out again. He was in between the height of a Lego figurine and a play-mobile figure.

He screamed.

"Oh! You're really perfect for this 'aware' Track. Keep that up!" the giant voice said, as the giant man gripping Dan turned him around, from staring at the floor to being able to look his massive captor in the face. Dan recognized the voice now as the freakishly low pitched, now enormous, version of Thomas, the hospitality manager who introduced himself at the group interview. He still had the same blonde ponytail and light colored goatee. Each frame of his thick rimmed glasses was bigger than a truck's windshield to Dan.

"Keep what up?" Dan asked.

"The screaming, 'bro," Thomas said, before gently placing Dan in a clear plastic container. To Dan, it was the size of a small hotel room. It smelled like disinfectant and cleaning supplies. Thomas then quickly snapped a black plastic lid onto it, and closed it with the deafening snap of a metal latch on the outside. The entire room was then lifted in Thomas's enormous hands, before he started walking forward. With each step, his movement shook the room again and again, rhythmically. Dan tried to keep his footing, but he couldn't stay standing. He crawled around, looking for a sturdy or safe thing to hold onto.

There were three small, opaque plastic cylinders near the wall - each was about the size of a beer cooler to Dan. As Thomas stepped, each one jostled around, and then started rolling. There was a white, neatly folded, handkerchief-like soft cloth, which to Dan looked like it was roughly in the shape and size of a bed. Dan ran to it and held on, grateful for the feeling of security that laying down on the cloth gave him.

Now that he was laying down, he could focus on the bizarre scene happening under the box's transparent floor. He saw that the giant Thomas was holding onto this clear box while walking down a dimly lit hallway. His world stopped moving for a moment as Thomas got to a door. Dan looked up and read the sign above it, "Aware - Storage". Thomas tapped an ID card against an electronic lock, and with an annoyingly loud beep, the electronic door swung open.

What was beyond it was a well-lit room with rows of clear-walled plastic boxes just like Dan's set up on shelves. It reminded Dan of pictures he's seen of his friend's reptile breeding collection. Was he about to be fed to a giant snake for some weirdo's amusement?

"What are you doing to me? What is this place?" Dan screamed.

"Yes, scream, just like that." Thomas said, slightly chuckling, as he placed Dan's plastic room onto a rack next to two other rooms just like it. This rack was at Thomas' waist height. He bent down to be able to look through the clear side wall. He had a sadistic grin on his face. "You already fit in perfectly. Like clockwork," he whispered at Dan - but his huge vocal cord's sound could easily be heard through the plastic wall.

"No! COME BACK!" Dan screamed, as Thomas stood up and briskly walked away, his expensive Italian shoes, the size of city buses to Dan, slapping briskly on the ground, the room still shaking slightly with each step. The electronic door clicked behind him, and Dan felt alone again.

(PART 2 IN COMMENT - SPLIT ONLY FOR LENGTH LIMIT)

@olo ah! So casual and nonchalant. She’s just a little sex toy he’s carrying around. Perfect.

Re: the glasses/ contacts. I’ve always imagined my shrinking to actually be done with magic. Even if the contraption looks like tech, because only magic allows me to handle the problems I’d have if just my natural human body shrank: my substantial dental work and IUD would burst through me like huge grenades. No thanks!

Sooo in my stories I magically shrink all the things I would still have on me even if I was “naked”, if I want the shrinking-out-of-clothes trope, if I want it to make a little more logical sense, then the clothing stays too, so maybe the shrinking tech gives wiggle room of an inch or two outside of the skin when it’s selecting matter to shrink. This would keep glasses and clothing intact but not a purse.

Anyway, back to shrinking women problems. Transportation is a big one. If a giant is carrying you, they have to be more careful than someone carrying a raw egg. Or they would need to have a container they prepared for it ahead of time.

Sitting in a chest pocket - assuming the giant is very careful to not bump against things - is really the safest place you could hope for an average guy to have available. Every time I wear a button-up shirt with a chest pocket I think about how it would be perfect for if I ran across a tiny person.

The big hoodie pockets that go across the center of the belly on sweatshirts without zippers would also be cozy. Almost like a kangaroo pouch. Those aren’t very fashionable right now, though.

@olo
I know. Not subtle!

“I know writers who use subtext, and they’re all cowards.” - Garth Merenghi

@olo I could really use a vacation to this reality.

I’m picturing, it’s temporary, like 12-18 hours, and the standard way of waiting for it to wear off is to fall asleep.
It’s considered something you only do with trusted partners. If a first date tries to take you to the shrinking studio, it’s suspicious. Usually that’s men begging the women to do that, and staring at the women’s shoes suspiciously long at dinner.