/gts/ - Giantess

>tomboy bully picking on tiny classmate because bored

>threatens to eat her, going so far as to drop her in her mouth and roll her around on her tongue

>teacher sees girl with something in her mouth, assumes she's chewing gum

>demands that she swallow her gum

>tomboy bully tries to explain, but teacher won't let her, plus it's awkward and embarrassing to admit what she was doing

>doesn't want to get in trouble for the bullying, swallows tiny classmate as if she were gum

>lesson continues

>tomboy sits there awkwardly as her stomach gurgles and blorps, tiny classmate panicking within her guts

>tries to get permission to go to the bathroom so she can throw her up but teacher won't let her because she's a bitch

>has to sit there the rest of the class as tiny peer digests in her belly, tomboy too embarrassed to confess what she did, even to save tiny girl's life, can't afford another suspension

>cute fit girl eats a chubby girl for protein

>decides to go into the gym and get all sweaty to work off the extra calories

>chubby girl gets all tossed around and squeezed as she does situps, pull-ups, lunges, etc

>chubby gets splashed like crazy every time fit girl takes a water break

>chubby girl gets constantly sloshed around in a belly-jacuzzi as fit girl keeps on with her workout

>other way around

>cute chubby girl eats a fit girl out of jealousy to put her in her place

>makes some cheesy joke about how she was always counting calories and now she's nothing but calories

>is still starving afterwards since a small morsel of lean meat isn't going to do much against her appetite so she hits up a buffet

>loads her plate with all kinds of unhealthy food, the kind of stuff the fit chick wouldn't even look twice at

>trapped in her stomach she has nowhere to go and can't avoid getting covered in the food she's been avoiding all her life

>every so often the chubby girl does a gentle shake back and forth in her chair to really mix things around inside of her

>she ends up eating way more than usual, just to maximize how the suffering of the girl in her stomach

>leans back and lets out a ear-splitting belch in the middle of the crowded restaurant because she's so satisfied and doesn't care about what anyone else thinks

>catching a glance of everyone glaring at her she laughs to herself and wonders how they'd respond if they knew she had eaten a person as well as all that food

>chubby girl in the cafeteria eating lunch

>not enough for chubby growing girl

>notices a tray of food unattended

>is actually a tiny classmate's tray, she's on the tray eating tiny bits here and there

>person who's supposed to be tending to the tiny kid went to the bathroom/got distracted elsewhere

>chubby girl takes the tray of food back to her table, tiny girl on the tray ends up falling into scoop of mashed potatoes

>chubby girl wolfs down the food, practically inhaling everything on the tray

>gulps down the potatoes barely chewing

>tiny girl is swallowed whole, finally digs herself out of the potato lump, surrounded by the glorping and gurgling of the hefty kid's tummy

>mouthfuls of mashed up food (the tiny kid's lunch) sporadically plop down, threatening to bury the tiny classmate until the chubbier girl finally finishes eating

>is now sitting atop a massive mound of mixed food as the chubby girl goes to play at recess, the foul mixture sloshing around in her belly, the tiny girl fighting for her life to stay on top of the mountainous meal as it gradually is digested

>chubby girl never finds out she ate a classmate and potential friend alive because of her gluttony

>tiny girl's life, future, hopes and dreams reduced to nothing but nutrients for the growing chubby girl

>her entire existence amounted to nothing more than a calorie for a greedy pudgy girl

>she could have easily spotted the tiny girl from her clothing, easily standing out amongst the mashed potatoes, but she was too concerned with guzzling down all of the meal

>assumed it belonged to some other normal sized kid, eating it all as fast as she can before she gets caught or whoever the tray of food belongs to returns

>In her selfish rush to consume an entire second meal she doesn't pay attention to the contents of the meal, failing to notice what would have been the obvious presence of a tiny classmate amongst the food

>As she rushes the scoop of mashed potatoes with the tiny girl stuck to it into her mouth, she doesn't hear the cries for help from the miniature girl, a combination of other kids in the lunchroom and the gurgling of her gut drowning out the pathetic screams

>girl at school gets bullied by pretty much everyone nearly every day

>only person who is ever nice to her is one guy she has a huge crush on

>one day a bunch of the other kids manage to shrink him because one of their dads works somewhere with experimental devices like shrink rays and they were able to sneak one out of the house

>they stuff him inside her lunchbox between the slices of bread in her sandwich when she isn't looking

>when lunchtime comes around they make it look like they're leaving her alone when usually they would harass her and try to take her lunch

>she's so overjoyed over getting to eat lunch in peace she wolfs it all down without a care

>barely even chews most of her sandwich, just swallows chunks of it whole

>when she's finished she feels great that she was finally able to enjoy her lunch without being bothered for once

>maybe today would be the day things finally turn around for her

>she decides to ride out her luck and try talking to the guy who's been so nice to her, maybe she can finally work up the courage to tell him how she feels

>meanwhile he's slowly digesting inside of her stomach

>>480

alternate 1:

>after shrinking him they go looking for the girl

>when they find her they pin her down and dangle him over her face

>one of them pinches her nose and when she opens her mouth to gasp for air they drop him inside

>they rub her throat up and down until she swallows as a reflex

>they check to see if he actually went down before letting her go

>all of them laugh as she desperately tries to make herself throw up before giving up and breaking down in tears

>they threaten to say she shrank and ate him if she ever tries to tell anyone what happens before leaving her alone

alternate 2:

>when they find her they casually hand him over to her

>she looks confused as she looks over the tiny person before realizing who it is

>when she looks back at the group the one who gave him to her has a stern look on her face

>"eat him" she says bluntly. "swallow him whole or I'll shrink you as well and eat both of you"

>she starts to tear up and tries to refuse before getting slapped across the face

>"if you don't do it not only will I eat both of you I'll make sure to do it as slowly and painfully as possible" the girl says as she flashes her a toothy smile

>with no other options she lifts the guy up to her face, him constantly shouting and begging her not to do this and to just call her bluff instead, and slowly pops him into her mouth

>she swishes him around a bit in her mouth before pretending to swallow as convincingly as she can

>not falling for it she gets another slap across the face

>losing her temper the girl ordering her raises her voice and says it's her last chance and if he is still in her mouth when she counts to five then both of them are becoming her lunch

>completely defeated she gives in and forces herself to swallow in order to save herself, finally sending him down her throat towards her stomach

>seeing that she actually did it the bully pretends to look shocked

>"wow I didn't think you would actually do it. I was just joking about that whole eating both of you thing. we were gonna put him back to normal but I guess we can't now"

>everyone else joins in pretending to be concerned and calling her evil and a murderer for actually eating someone

>single mom comes home one night drunk out of her mind

>her son is only a couple of inches tall and tries to stay out of her way

>unfortunately for him she's especially playful when she's been drinking and hunts him down

>she teases him about how tiny and adorable he is while roughly playing with him between her fingers

>starts to get really affectionate and smothers him with kisses, only giving him the occasional few seconds to catch his breath

>he's completely covered in lipstick and the stench of alcohol but she's no where near finished yet

>she starts to kiss him with an open mouth and gently run her tongue over his tiny body

>she gets way too into it and ends up scooping him up into her mouth, trapping him inside the wet cave that reeked of booze and bad breath

>giggling to herself she tosses him around in her mouth and traps him against her cheek or under her tongue

>while he's sitting on her tongue struggling to move after being battered around so much she suddenly finds herself briefly fading out of conciousness

>snapping back to reality she can't remember what she was even doing

>she can feel something in her mouth so she just assumes it's something she was in the middle of eating before blacking out for a second

>casually swallows him without a second thought before going to bed and passing out almost instantly

>the next morning she wakes up with a killer hangover and has absolutely no recollection of what she did last night

>"keep it down, son. mom's got a real bad headache this morning." she groggily says as she walks past a table with an empty matchbox bed on top of it

>>482

>after searching everwhere for him she really tries to focus on where he could be

>manages to piece together what happened and realizes what she's done

>instead of being completely distraught about what she did she simply laughs it off

>"oh well I guess something like that was bound to happen eventually at his size. at least it was me that ate him and not the neighbor's cat."

>"so long, son. thanks for being so delicious!" she says casually as she gently gives her belly a light slap

>it's pretty fitting that I lose him the same way I lost his dad, she thinks to herself with an evil smirk

>>483

>a few months later and she's found a new boyfriend

>another tiny guy, what can she say she finds them cute

>she figured out that the cause of the previous 'incidents' has always been that she's had too much to drink and lost control of herself so she vows to stay sober this time

>thanksgiving rolls around and they invite his entire family to stay for dinner

>he comes from a large family (of small people) and with his parents, siblings, nieces and nephews there are almost 30 people in total coming over

>even with so many people a single turkey is more than enough to feed everyone due to their size

>they all worked together and brought a large bottle of wine as thanks for having them over

>she tries to politely decline having any but they insist since it's a special occasion

>the next morning she wakes up still feeling incredibly full and satisfied from the previous night

>her memory of what happened last night after she caved and accepted a glass of wine from her guests was hazy but she was sure everything went really well

>"I must have eaten so much turkey!" she jokes to herself as she looks down to her belly, still completely stuffed and slightly protruding forward

>lets out a deafening belch before covering her mouth in embarrassment, luckily for her everyone was staying in a separate room

>she finally works up the energy to pull herself up to her feet and starts to head downstairs

>calls out to her boyfriend but there's no reply so she assumes he was still making sure everyone was getting home safely

>slowly waddles towards the kitchen to make herself some coffee

>as she passes through the dining room next to the kitchen she catches a glimpse of the table in the corner of her eye

>and notices that the food from last night is still there and was almost completely untouched

>her eyes widen and she runs her hand over her swolen stomach

>"whoops"

>"Move over, shitlords!" the massive voice bellowed above the restaurant

>People at the patio tables look up from their meals to see that a 100' hipster girl is staring down at them angrily

>Impatiently tapping her foot, she crushes a few cars in the parking lot beneath one of her expensive shoes

>A nervous waitress yelled up, "Sorry miss, but we don't really have, uh, accommodations for someone of your… stature."

>Giant girl pouts and crosses her arms beneath her house sized breasts

>"Ummm, exCUSE me!? I have a reservation, and refusing to seat me because of my height is discrimination!"

>Giantess points at a single empty table in the middle of the crowded courtyard and says, "Look, there are plenty of seats for me! Now go get me a menu big enough to read."

>Before anyone can respond, the sky is eclipsed by an enormous legging-clad ass

>Every scrambles to their feet, but get tangled up in the crowded rows of tables and chairs

>The girl's enormous ass slams down onto the ground, flattening chairs and people alike

>Some people are shoved up against her wide hips, stuck between the heavy tables and the girl's huge jiggling ass

>The giant hipster shifts uncomfortably, annoyed at all the people pinned against her ass, and complains, "Ugh, it's so crowded here today."

>As dozens of people try to climb their way out from beneath her ten ton butt, more are screaming at her to stand up so they can rescue their friends

>She only looks down snidely at all the men pressed against her ass

>"Maybe if they hadn't been manspreading and taking up so much room, I would have had a place to sit!" the giantess states smugly

>She wiggles her hips, pulverizing more people just to get her point across

>Waitress finally comes back with a big rolled up menu the size of a tablecloth

>Giantess glances at it casually, "Actually, I don't really feel like ordering from here. I'll just have a snack!" and grabs a handful of diners from the crowd below, lifting them towards her mouth

>Another thing that makes it so hot is how these people seem to be able to get away with anything they want, saying all kinds of messed up shit publicly on twitter with nothing coming of it.

>Imagine that kind of immunity in this scenario.

>Imagine her doing a public talk and anyone who dares ask something that challenges her views gets shrunken and swallowed in front of a crowd that cheers like she just delivered an incredible rebuttal.

>Imagine her finishing by lifting up her shirt to expose her stuffed belly and cracking a joke about how she's finally found a safe space for men before what's left of the crowd erupts in roaring laughter.

>Imagine feminists sharing photos of shrunken men on instagram and tagging them with things like lunch.

>Imagine #NationalEatAManDay trending on twitter.

>Imagine seeing online articles with titles like "How Letting my Wife Swallow me made me Truly Appreciate the Trials of Women (This will be my last article)."

>Finally imagine anyone speaking up about how fucked up this all is being told to stop harassing women and being a misogynist and that men deserve what's happening to them for all the years of oppression and the majority of the population agreeing with this response.

>teacher is running late

>entire class suddenly shrinks in an instant

>one person was unlucky enough to be leaning over the glass of water the class rep left on the teacher's desk and lands in it with a miniscule splash

>teacher finally arrives to find an empty classroom, confused at where her students are she takes a seat at her desk

>she didn't have a chance to grab a drink since she was rushing around getting ready so she downs the water along with the tiny student without a second thought

>as she waits at the desk the entire shrunken class has grouped together and eventually make their way to the base of her chair

>luckily she chose to wear open-toed shoes that day so they're able to get her attention by collectively banging against her bare feet with their hands

>the teacher looks down and is shocked to see her entire class shrunken down and grouped around her feet

>she scoops them all up and places them on her desk to take role-call

>everyone is there except for the person she swallowed

>when she asks if anyone knows where they are everyone looks at the floor sheepishly before one person manages to find the courage to tell her what she did

>the color drains from the teacher's face as she finds out that she accidentally swallowed one of her students and a million panicked thoughts start rushing through her head

>what was going to happen to her if this got out? could she go to prison? they wouldn't send her to prison over an accident like this, would they? would they even believe that it was an accident?

>>493

>she had to keep this a secret and there was only one way to make sure no one else found out

>she plucked the student who told her what happened off the desk between two fingers, brought them up to her mouth and dropped them inside before closing her eyes tightly and forcing herself to swallow

>the entire class erupts into screaming as everyone desperately tries to get away from the teacher, but it's no use. before anyone can move even a few inches the teacher places her arms around everyone as a makeshift barrier, trapping them with her

>one by one (and occassionally two at the same time) the teacher works her way through the entire class, constantly apologizing through heaving sobs as she sends them down her throat to her stomach

>finally she's left with one student; a quiet boy who always sat alone and never really talked with the other students. she was actually on pretty friendly terms with him since he was always the spare when she ordered to class to pair up for work and they'd end up working together a lot of the time

>as she held him up before her face he was begging her not to do this, telling her that he promises not to tell anyone and that if she was really worried she could take him home and watch over him herself

>overcome with guilt she agrees, telling him that she'll take care of him from now on and let nothing bad happen to him

>he thanks her and she can vaguely make out a smile beginning to form on his tiny, tear-stricken face, which lightens her mood ever so slightly and she returns a small smile her own at him

>she gently places him down on the desk and lets him walk around on his own for a short while

>after staring at him for a few minutes, she waits until he is facing away from her and in one swift movement lowers her head and snaps him up between her lips before throwing her head back and swallowing her last victim

>she traces his trip down her throat with her finger, down her chest past her heart beating like a jackhammer and stopping at her stomach

>"I'm sorry" she whispers gently before standing up and exiting the room without another word

>tfw you shrink down to a few inches because of a rare disease

>can't go to high school with the rest of your friends anymore

>none of your friends hang out with you anymore cuz it's weird

>hanging out in your bedroom doing tiny shit while parents having a get-together with friends

>parents let family friend's kid daughter into your room so she can play your video games

>leave you two alone

>she doesn't care about the video games as much as the little doll-sized boy

>picks you up without asking

>poking and prodding at you, giggling at your protests

>starts going through your custom-fitted tiny clothing

>starts playing dress-up with you like you're a doll

>she brought some dolls of her own that are bigger than you are

>makes you kiss one of her other dolls and date her

>your parents and hers finally come up when the party is over

>girl fell asleep on your bed, clutching you to her chest with one hand

>you're too tiny and weak to break out of a little girl's grip

>adults think it's super cute and funny to find you dressed up in one of her doll's way-too-big sundresses

>they take a picture of you in the sleeping girl's hand

>she moves you up by her cheek, where she has drooled a puddle onto your pillow

>you're soaked in drool

>parents find this even cuter and funnier

>they upload it on facebook later

>all of your friends commenting on it, laughing

>girl you had a crush on sees it and shares it to a ton of other people

>it goes viral

>worldwide population is laughing at your misfortune

>tfw you shrink down to an inch because of a rare disease

>can't get any job because of your size

>friend of the family is visiting and hears from your parents about your dilemma, asks if you'd be interested in babysitting their daughter

>how can you possibly babysit a kid at your size, you say

>they insist it'll be fine, that she's pretty much old enough to be able to take care of herself so you won't have to do much but be present, tell her to stay out of trouble, take a bath, go to bed, etc

>you figure they're just giving you a handout to be nice, but fuck it money is money

>they come pick you up Friday before the girl gets home from school

>they leave you on the coffee table, tell you that the bus'll drop her off outside shortly and she knows you'll be here and to be good

>you watch some tv until little girl gets home

>she dumps her backpack and flops onto the couch

>kicks off her shoes and plops her feet on the coffee table right next to you

>smell of sweaty feet permeates the air

>you ask her kindly to take her feet off the furniture

>she just giggles and blocks your view of her with one foot, turning up the volume on the tv

>whenever you try and walk around her foot to be able to see her face, she moves it back in the way

>once episode is over she goes to get food, comes back with full tub of ice cream

>tell her she should pick a healthier meal

>she pouts and knocks you over with her big toe

>wanting to stay on her good side you let her have the ice cream

>happy, she grabs you with her toes and brings you up to her lap

>asks if you want some ice cream

>sure whatever

>dumps you into the tub

>you try and protest, shit's cold, but she's become engrossed in the next episode of Cartoon: The Show

>sitting in the mound of ice cream as she eats around you, barely paying you any mind, her incessant giggling at the dumb cartoon drowning out your requests to be taken out

>>500

>cartoon has her undivided attention, mouth slathered in ice cream mess, probably going to make herself sick

>paying you no attention at all, the remaining ice cream has mostly melted into a cold, sticky soup

>she suddenly lifts the tub to her mouth and guzzles it all down

>you try to yell but your mouth gets stuffed with the thick cream

>the little glutton gulps you down with a mouthful of ice cream

>you're squeezed painfully down the length of her throat until being flushed into her stomach

>tummy is practically bloated with an entire tub of ice cream

>a torrent of more ice cream, the last mouthful of the tub, floods through the stomach's opening, nearly burying you

>you try to make your way to the wall of her gut through the thick disgusting sludge

>you can hear all of the natural noises of her body, her heartbeat pounding somewhere overhead, lungs taking in great big breaths to laugh at lame cartoon puns

>her belly gurgles and groans around you as it churns up the contents of her meal, yourself included

>the cool ice cream eventually gives way to the heat of the young girl's body

>you lose consciousness in the torrent of digestive juices and bubbling sounds

>little girl has no idea what she's just done, or what her tummy is in the process of doing to an older, smarter boy

>your life and all your experiences up to now are reduced to nothing but a few dozen calories and drop of waste to be expelled later

>her parents come home to find her there sitting up, asleep on the couch, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth, television still on, empty tub of ice cream in her lap, the babysitter nowhere in sight

>you sure as shit aren't getting that ten bucks now

>tfw you get promoted into a well paying position and get a nicer apartment and finally buy a legit shrink ray off ebay

>have a moving-in party, invite a few friends, tell them to invite whoever, and get some chicks up in this place

>party is kicking, the booze flows like booze at a party that is kicking

>you barely know a quarter of the people here but whatever

>start hitting it off with a pretty cute girl

>definitely a partier, has a couple of tats, but hasn't hit that 'fat drunk loser' status some girls reach in their early 20s

>worried that she's only interested because she's knows who's making it rain benjamins for this party

>fuck it

>ask her if she wants to sneak off to the master bedroom with you

>chugs the rest of her beer and grabs another tall one before following you

>she's pretty plastered you think, but it's all good

>show her your shrink ray

>very expensive

>explain your fetish to her

>she nods, guzzling her beer, seems like she's barely able to follow what you're saying

>when you finish telling her how it all works and she polishes off the rest of her beer she says it sounds kinda hot

>you both strip and get on the bed

>hand her the ray

>she fumbles with the settings a little, squinting as she tries to read the dials

>about to offer to set it up for her when she pulls the trigger

>you're zapped down to 1/8th of an inch on the comforter between her feet, staring off into the distance at the trimmed brunette curls between her thighs

>a loud "WOW" booms from above as she clumsily leans forward, bending at the waist to grab you up, her foot sliding across the bed and almost obliterating you with a toe

>she roughly scoops you up onto a fingernail and holds you up to her face

>eyes squinting as she tries to get a good look at your minuscule form through beer-o-vision

>shit, this is way too small, you should've just handled the ray for her

>you try and yell up at her to make you a little bigger but she doesn't seem to hear you

>>503

>"Wow dude, you're like ant-mode. Guess you really want it rough. If that's your thing, tho-" you're almost deafened as her sentence is cut short by a massive belch

>the hopsy, yeasty-scented moist air blasts into you, throwing you back against her fingertip

>if she hadn't been cradling you in her fingernail, who knows how far you would have flown off

>she covers her mouth with her free hand, cheeks reddening slightly in embarrassment

>she can't stop herself laughing, though, snorting

>"Whoops, I'm pretty wasted. Well let's do this shit."

>she leans back into your pillows and spreads her thighs, the finger you're on soaring through the air down to her crotch

>spreading her lips with her free hand she unceremoniously plunges your speck of a body right into the pink, fleshy folds of her throbbing womanhood

>the heat is intense, like being flung into a sauna

>you can barely tell what's going on as she casually masturbates with the one finger that she thinks is bearing you, though you've quickly been separated from it

>she moans softly as she pumps her finger in and out of her sopping wet cunt, completely unaware of your whereabouts within her

>you thrash and struggle in the oven-like tunnel of muscle, fighting not to be smothered to death, or crushed by the powerful, rippling walls

>as the fluids quickly build up, you find it harder and harder to get a breath of air

>you're pulled in and pushed out, all throughout the length of her vaginal canal as her finger pumps, threatening to smear you into her genitals with each pass

>she gradually slows to a stop, leaving you lost deep within her, completely unable to escape under your own power

>barely any air, the heat overwhelming you as you begin to pass out

>in the morning all she'll remember is the sexy dude she almost hooked up with that let her pass out in his bed

>the last thing you'll ever hear is the sound of your drunk fuckbuddy snoring loudly in your new bed

>and then she farts

Did anyone else who still bothers to use writing.com get their account randomly deleted recently? I thought they were doing a site-wide purge of fetish shit when mine got deleted out of nowhere but it looks like none of the more popular size stories were affected.

It's weird because my additions were nowhere near as bad as some of the shit I've seen posted there when it comes to morally questionable. There's tons of chapters in interactives involving kids and stuff like that that weren't touched.

>>534

My account is fine. People use it for anything but fetish writing? They should just embrace it and become the fetish/fan-fiction capital of the internet.

>you will never be hanging out at a party on the table with the other tiny guests

>you will never be knocked off your feet as some drunk slightly chubby girl stumbles into the table

>you will never get mixed in with a bunch of popcorn as she accidentally spills it out of the bowl

>she hungrily gobbles it up until the only snacks remaining are the popcorn pieces surrounding you and the other tiny partiers

>the pudgey drunk girl slides her hand across the table, gathering up you and half a dozen other tinies and sweeping you into her palm

>she tosses you all into her mouth with the popcorn, chewing

>you are surrounded by the screams of the other tiny guests, each one silenced one by one until only you remain

>miraculously surviving, mixed up in the mush of saliva-soaked popcorn, you are moved to the back of her mouth by her massive, powerful tongue

>she swallows then moves away from the table to find another drinking, the contents of her thick gut sloshing around, completely clueless that she just ate 6 people

>you still have a chance of survival if she gets you out soon, but she's too focused on partying and having fun and has no idea you're in her belly

>you slowly digest over the next hour, no one ever knowing what happened to you

>you will never be hanging out at a party on the table with the other tiny guests

>you will never be knocked off your feet as some drunk slightly chubby girl stumbles into the table

>exhausted from dancing and dizzy from the booze, she leans back and uses the table for support

>throws her head back causing you all to be showered with her sweat before hoisting herself up and using the table as a makeshift chair

>her giant ass completely eclipses all sources of light in the room and casts an ominous shadow over you and everyone else

>before you can even think to move out of the way it comes crashing down, completely obliterating most of the people around you unfortunate enough to get in its way

>you were one of the lucky ones who avoided the impact and were instead sent flying upwards by the surface of the table buckling under her weight

>your tiny body soars through the air before touching down right in her exposed crack, created through wearing jeans a size too small

>as if acknowledging her new passenger she grabs the back of her waistline and adjusts herself with a wiggle of her hips, sealing you inside and pushing you down further into your tight, sweaty prison

>just when you think being squeezed between her cheeks is the worst of your torture she gets back up for another round on the dancefloor

>have to deal with two giant heaving mounds of fat pounding you from all sides as they get progressively sweatier and sweatier from the girl's dancing

>after what feels like hours she finally collapses on a couch and passes out for the night

>completely bruised and battered all over you join her in losing conciousness

>and then she farts

>you will never be hanging out at a party on the table with the other tiny guests

>you will never be knocked off your feet as some drunk slightly chubby girl stumbles into the table

>you will never watch as the giant girl's stomach protrudes slightly from the bottom of her shirt as she leans forward against the table, reaching for a fresh red plastic cup

>you will never sit there helpless, watching as your girlfriend, near the edge of the table talking with her friends, disappears underneath a massive wall of pudge, the unstoppable fleshy tummy of the giant drunk bitch rolling over multiple tiny people with no notice of them

>you will never feel the slight rumbling of her guts as a tremor surges through the table beneath you

>you will never cower in fear as she leans even further forward on the table, one of her breasts hanging over you, threatening to smear you out of existence

>you will never watch as she finally grabs hold of a cup and then leans back, giggling and wriggling her hips, hoisting up her pants to cover her exposed asscrack with one hand, walking away to rejoin the equally drunk dumb cunts she came with, blissfully unaware of the tiny red splotches dotting the fat below her belly button that used to be people, your girlfriend among them

>you will never be hanging out at a party, on the table with the other tiny guests

>you will never nervously stare up at a newly arrived guest as she curiously closes in to the group of tinies, having never seen a tiny before in her life

>you will never hear your fellow tinies whimper and squeal as she starts picking them up and placing them in her palm without even asking, while commenting, in her big, booming voice, on how cool it is to finally see some little people

>you will never feel the uncertainty as you, then your gf, are plucked up and placed with the several other tinies in her hand, leaving the other half of the group on the table in confusion

>you will never comfort your gf as the curious girl brings you all up to face level to look upon you with her big, naive eyes, her breath blowing at you like a mild wind

>you will never hear her loud voice settle into a subdued, friendly tone as she starts asking your names and commenting on how cute all of you are

>you will never spend the rest of the party with her, being asked questions, and gently toyed with whenever she decides to pet someone, pick them up, or pin them to the surface of her soft palm under her fingertip so they can squirm for her amusement

>>539

>you will never feel a sudden fear when she mentions how she's always wondered what tinies taste like, and says she'd like just a little taste of one, promising she won't swallow them

>you will never shake as she decides to use 'the cute little redhead' for the taste test, quickly reaching down and picking your gf out of the group as she struggles and squeals

>you will never watch with dread and arousal as the giantess brings your gf to her lips, then casually opens her mouth and pops her in as she begs to be put down

>you will never watch the girl as she tastes and sucks on your gf's tiny body, commenting the flavor is nice but not what she expected from a tiny person

>you will never hear her sigh with satisfaction and say she's done, only to tilt her head up and gulp loudly

>you will never squeal in panic with the other tinies, then drop to your knees in shock when the giantess pulls your gf out from between her lips, revealing that she was kidding and had the tiny girl under her tongue when she swallowed

>you will never hug your soaking wet, scared gf as you're all carried back to the table as the big girl prepares to leave

>you will never hear the titaness casually ask for your gf's number so they can 'hang out', after apologizing if she scared her with her little joke and promising to make up for it later

>>540

>you will never be hanging with your gf when she gets a surprise text from that girl you met at the party

>you will never comfort her as she stresses over how to reply to the giantess' offer to hang out

>you will never convince her to take it up, rationalizing that the big girl just wasn't used to interacting with tinies, also reminding your gf that the girl did say she wanted to make up for scaring her

>you will never hnnnng internally when your gf accepts the offer and agrees to meet the giant girl later on

>you will never get a message from your gf a few hours later, reading 'help trapped in her sock please help!!'

>you will never write back 'pics or it didn't happen'

>you will never get back an awkwardly taken, dim photo of your gf wedged between to gigantic, sweaty toes, illuminated only by the cellphone and what little light comes through the cotton fabric

>>541

>you will never feel torn between wanting to help your gf and wanting to enjoy her latest photo

>you will never receive a text just before you're about to call 911 from the giant girl, containing a perspective shot of her abs with your gf in her belly button, and the message 'don't go telling on me, or she'll be on the inside in the next shot'

>you will never start sweating profusely and text her back, asking her what she wants with your gf

>you will never debate calling the cops anyway when you get a response, 'just keep quiet and i'll take good care of her. i'm keeping her, sorry dude.'

>you will never nervously type out another message, 'where is she now? is she okay? send pic'

>you will never get another photo of your gf, her upper body poking out from between the giantess' lips accompanied by a winking emoticon

>you will never reply '…keep going'

>you will never be sent another pic of your gf squirming on the girl's huge tongue with the question 'you like this, don't you'

>you will never respond again with a promise not to tell anyone about what's going on, as long as she doesn't hurt your gf and keeps sending pictures

>you will never jolt in your seat when suddenly, a skype request

>>542

>you will never accept the request and shiver when the video feed starts up, revealing the giantess sitting on her bed garbed in her sweaty workout clothes, displaying your gf in her open palm

>you will never hear your gf's tiny shouts for help become drowned out when the much larger girl closes her hand and asks you if you've told anyone

>you will never tell the giant girl the secret is safe, and ask what she plans to do now

>you will never feel your heartrate double in a moment when she tells you it's time for her workouts, and opens her palm, allowing you a brief look at your gf before getting off the bed, and wedging the squirming tiny into the back of her shorts, between her toned cheeks in full view of her cell's camera

>you will never watch as she begins with stretches, then brings her phone along as she moves on to an exercise bike, all the while you can hear your gf's muffled pleas

>you will never see the giant girl's body make tiny twitches after a couple minutes, commenting on how much your gf is squirming

>you will never watch her lean forward off the seat, readjust her shorts and sit back down with a sigh, almost blotting out a tiny squeal from under her

>>543

Anon pls gib more

Something like that In Time movie but with size changing would make for a pretty hot story/comic.

>everyone on earth is constantly shrinking slowly and the only way to prevent it is by buying growth to temporarily reverse the effect

>the rich can easily afford to stay at whatever size they like while people on average/lower incomes can only just scrape by

>because of how advantageous it is to be bigger it becomes easier and easier for the already rich population to gain a monopoly over growth supply

>eventually only a tiny percentage of the global population is at a normal size while everyone else is forced to work for them so they can be given just enough growth to prevent them from shrinking away into nothing

>because they have complete control over the distribution of a resource that everyone needs in order to live they basically have free reign over the rest of the planet

>the tiny population just has to accept it and go along with any of their demands

>if the spoiled teenage daughter of a rich growth tycoon wants to help herself to as many tiny people as she likes then what daddy's princess wants daddy's princess gets

>>619

>slaving away to just to keep my measly few millimeters of height

>become the disposabal property of a bratty self absorbed giant princess who was born privileged with every possible biological , social, and economic advantage than me. She knows nothing but endless bliss, pleasure, and gratification.

>owned, used, and abused by her.

>Me choking on my frustration and tears

>Dozens of us daily getting scrunched in her toe jam or dropped in her underwear.

>She sees nothing wrong with it, no thoughts of guilt ever once cross her mind, This life is all she knows.

>>620

>rich girl drops a handful of tinies into her bra and front of her panties every morning

>she thinks their squirming makes her day more enjoyable

>she also really loves rubbing it in that she's bigger than everyone else

>sometimes if she's bored she'll tease random tinies, and start arguments for really petty reasons

>"My coffee is too cold/hot!" or "Were you just checking out my ass? I'm pretty sure you were!"

>as soon as she gets bored with arguing with them she just sits on them because she thinks it's funny that they can't stop her

>Sometimes she'll go to the beach and purposefully lay down where a bunch of other people already are

>Dozens are smushed under her gigantic, perfectly round ass

>She laughs when the ones that aren't crushed scream at her to move

>She bounces up and down and says they were in her favorite spot

>she agrees to a dinner date, tells you to bring lots of cash

>meet her there, she asks to see your wallet

>she takes it, checks inside, then with a casual nod, shrinks you down to a inch tall

>proceeds to order the most expensive and largest multi-course meal possible

>forces you to sit and watch her eat, chewing and swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of food in the most obnoxious manner possible

>*Uurrrrp* I'm stuffed anon! Time for dessert." She teases, licking her lips and picking you up

>As she carries you up to her mouth you catch a glimpse of her bloated tummy through her dress

>"I never wanted to date you, anon, but I think you'll do good as my after dinner mint!"

>She opens her mouth wide. *Burrraahpp* "Ooh, sorry anon, that must've been stinky…"

>Her lips part once more, sticking her tongue out below you

>You are dropped onto the slimy oral muscle and quickly pulled into the darkness of her maw

>she wastes no time tasting you, casually curling her tongue around your tiny body and flicking you into the opening of her gullet

>*GULP* She swallows you down with no hesitation on her part, you're just food for her

>Soon enough you squeeze out of her esophagus and into her full tummy

>The smell and heat are unbearable, you're dropped in a bubbling mixture of the contents of her meal, the walls of her stomach churning and undulating at all times, squeezing and jostling the mass of food

>You don't last long, between the lack of air space, muscular contractions and compacting of the food, as well as the mushy, half liquid-half solid state of all the slop, you're practically buried alive in her meal, sinking into the pit of her stomach

>Outside, the girl you so desperately wanted to date simply rubs her tummy and burps once again

>Close to 36 hours later, after experiencing a particularly gassy day through her rear end, she lowers her round bottom onto a toilet

>The remains of the large dinner are released quite quickly, a large satisfying bowel movement for her

>She flushes the toilet, finishes up in the bathroom and continues with her day, anon isn't even a blip on her mind

For your benefit, I will now link every story in this thread that does not contain vore/murderfag stuff:

>>499

>Mt Lady got up, her head spinning and ears ringing, she looked around to see airmen still desperately shooting back but being picked off gradually and gradually, and civilians hiding behind whatever cover they could, but bullets drawing closer and close, and in front of her lied the CRO, limp facedown on the ground.

>"No" she said as she pulled him into her lap "No..this can't is this my fault?" "It would've been nice if you transformed" "Please we'll all die!" His words echoed in her head.

>Suddenly her sadness turned to rage. She put him down and ran out the front of the building transforming as she fell, blocking an incoming rocket that would have killed and wounded several more.

>She looked to her right to see enemy soldiers flanking through the route the CRO suggested she go through, she turned around and decimated them, grinding them into the rubble as they desperately fired at her, all for naught.

>She then turned to the parking garage she ran full bore at it and crashed through the building. Chunks of rubble, enemy soldiers and equipment all came cascading down around her.

>She then set out crushing the survivors their pleas fell on deaf ears and she moved through their ranks like a goddess of destruction.

>When the medevac came they saw a giant woman, naked her hands and feet covered in gore but holding something, the body of the CRO as she shielded the remaining forces and civilians. She placed the CRO on board a helicopter and looked on into the distance, wondering if she had been less scared, less of a coward, and more of a hero if this could have been averted.

>>683

What about some non-fatal vore?

>you will never be the tiny boyfriend of a chubby qt

>she will never sleep with you cuddled against her plush belly

>you will never hear her stomach growl for breakfast as she wakes up in the morning

>she will never blush slightly, wondering if you heard her hungry tummy

>she will never "accidentally" drop you into her cereal

>you will never playfully wrestle with her spoon, or swim among the waves she makes in the bowl

>she will never eat every piece of cereal until all that's left is you and the milk

>she will never lift up the bowl to her face and take big gulps of milk, drawing you closer and closer to her soft lips

>she will never slurp up your tiny body and play with you on her tongue, tasting you and pleasuring you until she swallows you with a heavy gulp

>she will never trace the form of your body down her neck until it passes behind her bountiful breasts

>she will never let out a cute burp after you splash down in the warm, milky sauna of her belly

>you will never relax, safe and warm in your girlfriends tummy, and listen to her heart beat and her digestive system work on digesting her cereal

>she will never go about her day and feel your movements tickle her as she walks around or eats

>she will never talk to her belly to give you a heads up before she sits down at the buffet

>she will never stuff her belly completely full, burying you under food

>you will never be sucked into her small intestine with all that food, carried along deeper into your girlfriend's body

>she will never fall asleep happy and stuffed with you lost somewhere deep within her

>she will never tease you and giggle as she rescues you from her toilet bowl the next day

>she will never gently wash you off, tiny and naked as your clothes have long since digested away

>she will never slip you into her pocket to let you rest after the long journey through her body

>you will never fall asleep cozy and warm in your giant gf's pocket

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Two short stories about Laci Green swallowing people I got from /d/

The stereotypical SJW is such a smug, self-entitled cunt that she's pretty much perfect for giantess scenarios. Imagine what her twitter page would be like.

>I currently have 18 straight white males digesting in my stomach. What are YOU doing to fight inequality #SwallowThePatriarchy

>I've been doing a social experiment where I refuse to move out of the way when I'm walking towards a man. So far I've had to scrape 27 people off my shoes #SorryNotSorry

>My doctor tried to shame me today by asking me to describe my diet so I gave him a

firsthand look at what I had for breakfast #HealthAtANYSize

>Ugh. So sick of old white men in the government trying to tell me what to do with MY body. If they don't want me destroying their buildings they should make more places giantess accessible.

>Been getting a lot of harrassment lately by people who seem to think I'm not oppressed just because I'm over 100 feet tall. Any of my followers feel like finding out where they live so I can go sit on their houses?

>Seems like I can't go anywhere without accidentally crushing some dudebro like a grape. I guess men's bodies are just as fragile as their masculinity.

>Normal size privilege is being able to see a baseball game without killing thousands of people and destroying half of the stadium. I honestly feel so victimized right now by this level of exclusion and I expect an apology for this from the owner

>Shoutout to my followers for telling me about the Men's Rights talk going on at the convention center near me. Haven't been this full in a loooong time

>Getting tired of dealing with so-called male 'allies' who act like they're up for destroying the patriarchy, but suddenly they're all like "noo don't eat me please" when it comes to actually contributing to the cause. Whatever, it feels better when they struggle going down anyway

>There's a lot of #NotAllMen whining going on in my timeline over my latest tweet. Just so you know ALL men benefit from the patriarchy and it's everyone's responsibility to help get rid of it. And the best way to do that is to get on your hands and knees and crawl right down my throat #YesAllSnacks

>Some dudebro thought he'd try and be smart and bombard me with difficult questions at my latest college talk, asking for bullshit like 'evidence of oppression' and even accusing me of being privileged and using my size to oppress others. Needless to say I plucked that fedora pissbaby right out the audience and just swallowed him right there without a word. I was glad to see everyone else there was on the right side of history when they all started cheering afterwards

>Just did my part to #CrushCapitalism by stomping the local bank into rubble. Capitalism is nothing but evil and we need to do everything we can to destroy it for good <posted from my custom built giant iPhone>

>"wah wah crushing and eating men is MISANDRYYYY" umm no??? for starters misandry isn't even real because women aren't in a position of power. and no, before any fedoras start hounding my timeline, just because I can crush you under my thumb without trying doesn't mean I'm in a position of power

>giant qt feminist punishes cishet scum by sitting on them, smothering them between her fat ass cheeks, and even farting on them

>one day she sets her sights on you

>after she drops you into her pants you end up wedged in her sweaty ass crack

>as she goes about her day, she notices that instead of squirming around in discomfort and humiliation, you seem to be aroused, slowly grinding youself into her soft skin from time to time

>part of her is disgusted, but part of her actually likes the idea that you're enjoying your stay in her butt

>either way, she decides to up the ante

>she has a huge vegan feast for lunch, gorging on beans and tofu until she's completely stuffed

>her overtaxed innards struggle to cope with the meal, and she gets the most terrible indigestion and gas

>she starts ripping farts, ready to feel you struggling to escape the pungent winds of her ass

>instead she's taken aback when you blow your load into her asscheek after the first fart

>even more surprising is how arousing she finds this herself

>after hours of releasing her ass gas onto you, she's finally relaxing at home, and she decides to pull you out

>holding you in her hands, she's blushing; neither of you now what to say

>after an awkward introduction, she helps clean you off and you spend the rest of the night chatting and watching movies

>eventually she falls asleep on the couch, and you fall asleep on top of her soft belly

>fast forward a few months

>you're bf and gf now

>she's mellowed out a bit about feminism

>but she still finds time to "punish" you every week or so

>Ice giantess walking home through the winter snow

>She sees a tiny figure face down and nearly covered by a snow drift

>On further inspection, it appears to be a man

>She takes pity on him and decides to help

>She gently scoops him out of the snow and places him in her mouth to warm him up

>The snow melts away quickly, replaced by warm, stickly saliva, and the man wakes up

>He squirms around in confusion, and the giantess spits him out onto her hand

>He looks up at her, speechless with fear and awe, just as amazed by her size as with her blue-tinted skin and brilliant white hair

>She gazes down at him with a gentle, comforting smile, flickers of mischief in her icy eyes

>Their silence is broken when the giantess explains her plan - to keep him warm for the rest of the journey home, she's going to swallow him

>What little color has returned to the man's face drains away as she says this, and he starts backing up across her palm

>His fear is not unnoticed, and the giantess tries to comfort him, cooing reasurances softly into her hand

>Nevertheless, when he reaches the edge of her hand he tries to hurl himself off the edge; instead he finds himself deftly caught by the giantess's strong fingers

>Seeing his attempted suicide hardens her resolve; she manhandles him with her fingers, quickly stripping away his clothes, before moving him up to her mouth

>He pleads with her, tears streaming down her face, hoping she'll see reason, mercy, anything

>She shakes her head sadly, whispering the softest "I'm sorry" before she slips him between her lips

>Despite his ticklish squirming and his exquisite fear-tinged taste, she doesn't play with him; instead she pins him to the roof of her mouth and quickly swallows

>He slides down her throat, kicking and squirming all the way, and lands with a final plop in the depths of her belly

>The giantess sighs, and pats her tummy, satisfied not only by fullness, but with the knowledge that her tiny passenger is safe and warm within her

>Meanwhile, he has resumed his struggle on the inside, pounding on the stomach walls, and screaming

>He only succeeds in disturbing the air in his captor's belly, and she is happy to release the pressure with a cute, lady-like belch, which she stifles with a giggle

>As the giantess resumes her trek home, the man doesn't let up (although he seems to be getting tired) and she decides to try comforting him again

>Running her fingers over her tummy, she feels for the man, and quickly finds him - the faintest pressure from underneath her skin

>With two fingers she presses back, acknowledging his prescence

>He stops fighting abruptly, as if stunned, but then resumes in a more subdued manner

>She keeps gently rubbing her belly until he stops struggling entirely - although if it's from relaxation or resignation or simple exhaustion she can't be certain

>For the rest of the journey he lays in her stomach occaisionally shifting and fidgeting

>Finally the giantess arrives at home - an icy but welcoming and well decorated cave in the side of a cliff

>She strips out of her travelling gear, and kneels down on her expansive bed of animal furs

>Reaching her fingers back into her mouth, she gags, then regurgitates her tiny passenger

>He plops out of her mouth and onto her hand, sputtering and covered in bile

>She reaches around for something to dry him off, but before she can find anything he gets to his feet and starts cursing her

>The giantess frowns; his words are harmless, of course, but extremely rude, especially after she went out of her way to help him

>She weighs her options on how to deal with this new behavior as he continues his tirade

>In the end, though, the decision is obvious

>She tosses him back in her mouth and gulps him down without a second thought, before laying down in bed amd pulling the heavy furs over herself

>Maybe a night in her guts would teach him a lesson, and if he's unlucky, he might have to take the long way out

>The giantess giggles a bit at this thought, imagining the look on the man's face as he wakes up the next morning in her chamber pot

>At the temple of the fertility goddess, they use shrunken people as slaves.

>Aside from normal servant work, every year about a hundred slaves are sacrificed to a young handmaiden, allowing her to become a full priestess.

>In the ritual she devours them all one by one, reenacting the ascension of the goddess.

>After completing the ritual, the newest priestess feels very guilty about all the lives she ended in her belly. When she was a handmaiden she always tried to be gentle with the slaves, and she never expected to become a full priestess, but she was chosen anyway.

>A leader among the slaves sees this as an opportunity. He convinces her to atone by helping the slaves escape. His plan? For the priestess and a half dozen sympathetic handmaidens to hide every single slave on their bodies, underneath their flowing robes, and sneak away during the huge harvest festival parade.

>Now, the priestess is extremely well endowed. She has the blessings of the goddess and she loves to eat, so she's packed on a lot of weight since the ritual. The fact that the slaves have started feeding her their traitors and criminals hasn't helped, either, but she's discovered that humans are actually quite delicious when you don't have to feel guilty about eating them, so she's not complaining.

>The priestess's huge, pendulous breasts, wide, swaying hips, round, jiggly rump, and soft, pudgy muffin-top could probably consume dozens of tinies securely into their fleshy folds, but the handmaidens are not so lucky. They have slim, girlish figures, and are gonna need some help if they're going to be smuggling anyone on their bodies.

>The slaves have a plan for this, though. When the day finally comes, they tie themselves together with string, forming undergarments for the women to wear.

>Donning the living undergarments, they join the long parade through the city, hundreds of people completely hidden under their clothes.

>Walking through the street covered in tiny people, the priestess realizes she's never been so aware of her own body's movements and functions.

>Every step jiggles her bosom and her buttocks and her belly and her thighs ever so slightly, and dozens of tiny forms twitch and tickle in response. It's extremely titillating, and if it wasn't already hot outside it would be very obvious she was blushing.

>The heat comes with its own complications. She starts to sweat, and quickly both her and every person on her is covered in the salty fluid. Her passengers squirm a bit more from the uncomfortable wetness, and their little limbs slide smoothly across her sweat-lubricated skin, even more pleasurably than before.

>There's also the rather intimate matter of the priestess's digestive system, or at least what goes on at the end of it. She ate a big breakfast that morning in preparation for the long parade, and it's made her very gassy. Normally the brisk walk would keep things moving along in her bowels, and she could pass gas as often as she pleased, but today there's a tiny person or three wedged right between her cheeks to take the full brunt of each innocuous toot.

>With each fart they squirm pitifully, and the priestess reminds herself that some apologies will probably be in order when this is all said and done. That is, if her poor ass passengers even want to speak of their humiliating ride again, to her or anyone else.

>As the day wears on, the priestess discovers that carrying around so many people in such an intimate way is enjoyable for other reasons. It feels good to have them close, and safe. She's protecting all their fragile lives with her matronly body, completely enveloping and overwhelming them. It's a lovely feeling, and one she could get used to, although it's not the most comfortable ride for all her passengers.

>>897

>Finally, near the end of the parade, the marchers split up to go down a few separate side streets and meet up at the temple. The priestess leads her handmaidens down an alleyway, but they don't continue to the temple. They cross an abandoned warehouse to the docks, where a chartered ship is ready to sail them to a remote corner of the empire.

>They board the ship and head back to their quarters to shed their living undergarmets, releasing the slaves to the open air once again.

>A bit sad to see them go, the priestess offers to let some of them ride with her a bit longer. Surprisingly, she has some takers, mostly people who were tied up in strenuous positions, supporting breasts many times their size for hours with only their bodies. Now they're completely exhausted, and would like a safe, soft, warm place to rest. She's all too glad to stow them away in her mighty bosom as they begin their long journey to freedom.

>Months later, the former slaves have begun building their new society under the watchful care of the priestess and her handmaidens.

>Curiously, many of the them have taken to referring to the former priestess as a goddess. She knows she should probably discourage this, but it's very flattering and she can never quite bring herself to disappoint her adorable little followers by reminding them of her lack of divinity. What harm is there in being a benevolent goddess? She reasons.

>To show their gratitude for her protection and guidance, the tinies bring her a new person every week to act as her personal servant. It's always a young man or young woman, as serving the goddess is seen as something of a right of passage.

>Sometimes the new servants are skittish around her, unused to interacting with a person so much larger than them. With these ones she is endlessly gentle, slowly building up their courage by letting them explore the hills and valleys of her bountiful form.

>Others view the opportunity to serve in a more sexual way. The priestess indulges them, letting her own dark impulses surface, although never so much that someone would get hurt.

>Either way, she relishes the company, and the opportunity to play goddess with her adoring worshipers.

>Another day with your giant wife

>You love her with all your heart, but there is one thing you always wished

>Constantly see same size sleeping together, and you can't

>You must sleep on a small bed on the bedside table, so far away from her

>No more, you confess to your wife of your desire

>"Anon you know you can't do that. What if I roll over and crush you?"

>You know this is true… but there must be a solution

>Light-bulb

>You call up a some toy makers and seamstresses

>You help with the design and construction

>By the next morning you have a giant teddy bear with a small alcove in the head for you to sleep

>Finally together, your wife plants a loving kiss on you as she squeezes the bear tightly

>Perfection

>When you go to restaurants you always have to sit outside because that's where the giant sized seating is.

>Normally this isn't a problem, but tonight it's really cold for some reason.

>Sitting on top of a huge table, you're very exposed, and when the breeze blows through you can't help but shiver.

>Your lovely wife notices immediately, despite the fact your tiny shivers are barely visible to her.

>"Oh, honey, are you getting cold?" She coos.

>"A little bit, but it's no big deal," you reply stoically, trying to downplay it.

>"Oh, I love it when you try to act tough, dear, but there's no need. I can keep you nice and warm right here," she places a hand over her expansive cleavage.

>Allowing no argument, she reaches down and gently scoops you into her hand. You're lifted first to her mouth, where she plants a loving kiss on you with her plush lips, and then to her neckline, where she gracefully slips you into her bust.

>You disappear between the two orbs of soft flesh, completely engulfed by your wife's breasts. Even though they already strain the stylish black sweater-dress she's wearing, your added presence is completely imperceptible. It's like you're not even there.

>It's quite warm in her bosom, perhaps too warm, but you're not complaining because honestly there's no place you'd rather be right now. Being smothered by your wife's soft skin feels heavenly.

>Outside, she closes her eyes and sighs, happy to feel you so close to her.

>>986

>Moments later, a human waitress emerges from an elevator onto the surface of the table. She's about to get your wife's attention, but she hestitates when she notices your absence, suddenly worried that she might be the next to meet an unfortunate end.

>When she opens her eyes again, the first thing your wife notices is the nervous-looking waitress fidgeting on the table. With a reassuring smile, she says, "Relax, sweetie. I didn't have my husband as an appetizer, and I'm not about make you one, either. He's busy staying warm," she pats her chest suggestively, "So I'll order for the both of us."

>The waitress responds with a wide-eyed nod of understanding, mouthing a silent "oh" as if she's just been let in on a secret. After another moment of calming down, she relaxes back into her professional demeanor and quickly takes the orders before scurrying away.

>When the food finally comes, your wife reaches into her cleavage to pull you out. Her probing fingers come as a surprise, because you'd nearly fallen asleep listening to the gentle beating of her heart.

>She sets you down near the miniature table your food was served at. Her food, on the other hand, had to be lowered onto the giant table by crane.

>When you sit down, you're surprised to see the exact dish you were planning on ordering, even though you can't remember ordering. The realization that your wife just knows you that well sends a warm fuzzy feeling through your chest, and you smile.

>Meanwhile, she's really digging into her food. This is the largest restaurant in town, and the only one that can serve proper portions to giants, so she's making use of the rare opportunity to pig out a bit.

>You try to eat your meal, but it's difficult because you can't stop watching your wife in awe. You eat with her all the time, you should be used to this by now, but something about watching another person swallow chunks of food larger than your whole body is just impossible to get used to.

>>987

>When she starts walking your previously benign prison of flesh begins to jiggle ever so slightly, and her cheeks slide across you gently as her legs pump, carrying her along. If you weren't still clothed it would probably be quite stimulating.

>Your thoughts are interrupted when another groan sounds from the bowels beyond. No sooner does it finish than your wife unceremoniously looses a fart. The hot, odorous gas immediately envelopes you, and you can't help but squirm a bit in disgust. This is going to be a long ride.

>Eventually you arrive back at home. Your wife frees you from her butt, and sits down on her bed, cradling you in her hands.

>She has a slightly guilty look on her face, which makes you hopeful. Still, your mouth got you into this mess, so you wait for her to speak first.

>She sighs heavily before she begins, sending her breath billowing over you. Its minty aroma is a welcome change of pace.

>"I hope that wasn't too unpleasant for you," she says apologetically.

>It was quite unpleasant, but you don't want to make her feel worse, so you say jokingly, "The fact that it was your butt made it bearable."

>She rolls her eyes, "Still, I shouldn't have let my emotions get tge better if me like that, so I'm going to make it up to you."

>Closing her eyes, your wife brings you close for a kiss, but stops a few feet short, crinkling her nose in disgust. "But first, we need to get you cleaned up."

>You expect her to just drop you by the human scale part of the master bathroom, so you can take a quick shower, but instead she starts running a bath in the giant scale tub. You'll be bathing together, it seems.

>>988

>Soon she deposits you on the edge of the tub so she can strip out of her dress. As you get undressed yourself, you can't help but pause and stare at your wife - a hundred-foot-tall monument of female sexuality, all curves and flawless skin and lustrous black hair - and think that she chose to be with tiny little you over anyone else in the world. That thought is what makes it all worth it - every humiliating butt ride, every argument lost by being stuffed into her cleavage, every "little man" joke your friends told at your expense, every terrifying encounter with her parents, all of it.

>Eventually, you both make it into the tub. Holding you in a few feet of water with one hand, your wife uses the fingers of her other hand to wash you, as gently and intimately as if you were the same size. How she even manages to handle the human sized soap and washcloth is a mystery to you, but she makes it look easy.

>Her strong fingers caress every part of your body, like a massage. It's extremely relaxing, and you soon find yourself drifting off.

>"Don't fall asleep yet," she warns cutely, "I still need to rinse you off."

>You manage to keep your eyes open long enough to be dunked in the warm bathwater one last time.

>After lifting you from the water, your wife brings you up to her chest, and nestles you between her breasts. With you legs and torso ticked in and your head and arms exposed, you look like the pendant of a human necklace.

>She laid you on your back, but you turn to place your chest against hers, spreading your arms wide in a vain attempt to give her a hug.

>As you drift away to sleep, you wish you could be giant just once, so you could give your beloved a proper hug.

>>989

>>989

Nice slice of life story

I found this somewhere else, can't remember where though. Short but sweet.

>born 3/4 of an inch tall

>kid sister farts on you as a prank

>sensory overload from the heat and smell of the blast causes you to cum instantly

>get confused and start ranting at your sister

>she thinks it's hilarious, makes sure that whenever she has to fart, she does it on you

>gradually become addicted to your little sister's farts

>get to the point where you skip school to jump into her panties while she gets dressed

>since she's too big to notice you, you spend the whole day masturbating, pressed against her titanic, sweaty ass cheek

>you and your twin sister are very competitive

>make a lot of wagers (winner gets this, loser has to do that, etc)

>you contract shrinking virus

>fortunately, you become more durable, have a slower metabolism

>nothing really changes between the two of you

>you and your twin sister are still very competitive

>but now the stakes are higher for you

>now the one wager you both often agree on is something like

>"winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser for a day"

>when you win, you make your sister treat you like a king (carry you where ever you want to go, make you meals, etc) or something similar

>when she wins, unfortunately due to your size, there are more possibilities

>the first time you lost, she decided to keep you in her purse for the day

>sister takes you to school

>spent a few hours being jostled around with a phone, lipstick, makeup, etc

>end up stuck to the lipstick

>sister pulls it out

>unknowingly plasters you to her lower lip

>spent the rest of the day watching her go about her routine

>occasionally get licked by her giant, moist tongue which totally gives you an erection

>only noticed and wiped off when you get back home

>she thinks it's hilarious

>>1261

>another time you lost a bet

>decided to make you massage her feet

>she lays facedown on the couch, places you on her feet, says

>"I'm gonna take a nap. Those feet better be relaxed when I wake up!"

>you massage her feet while she sleeps

>after awhile, the smell, the suppleness of her skin, and the warmth from her feet starts to do something

>you totally get turned on

>"ugh. gross" you think to yourself

>massage a little longer

>still turned on

>she's still asleep

>perverted wheels start turning

>listen to her breathing

>sleeping like a rock

>look left

>look right

>look at erection

>"fuck it"

>and so you do

>go to the toes

>put it in one of the crevices

>start humping slowly, as to not wake her up

>she doesn't wake up

>she doesn't even move

>"alright, here goes nothing"

>start slow

>feelsgood.jpg

>speed up slightly

>feelsrealgood.jpg

>start to speed up even more

>you're really getting into it

>in her sleep, your twin sister flexes the toe you're going at

>holyshit.png

>you finish, spraying all over her toes

>spend the rest of the time cleaning off her toes

>you finish removing your spray from all over her toes

>she wakes up

>she flexes and feels her feet

>"wow, nice work little bro! they feel so soft now, especially the toes! thanks!

>"uh, yeah, whatever. i'm gonna win the next bet!"

>she never found out

>mission passed - respect +

>>1262

Alternate End 1

>"fuck it"

>and so you do

>you look around and see her panty clad ass a little far away

>booty.jpg

>you make your way up her leg

>get to the asscheek

>whoa

>it's soft and plushy

>you spread your arms, getting as much as you can

>almost can't climb it

>reach the top

>bouncy

>start making you way to the middle

>PANTIES BLOCK YOUR PATH

>PROCEED?

> - YES

>slide your fingers under the edge of the underwear

>get your lower half in

>upper half in

>let go of panties

>slide down in between the cheeks

>look around

>see it

>The Hole?

>"alright, here goes nothing"

>start slow

>it twitches a little, but your twin sister stays asleep

>inhale

>exhale

>"alright"

>speed up a little

>feelsgreat.png

>speed up

>feelsamazing.png

>you fuckin go for it

>all in baby

>you're almost there, when suddenly

>it tightens around your member

>dickandmindblown.tif

>minimal cleanup

>all done

>you climb out (with difficulty)

>on the cheek

>she starts waking up

>ohshit.panic

>you get the fuck outta dodge

>sprinting down the leg toward the feet

>made it

>start massaging

>she fully wakes up

>"oh, hey little bro. did you massage my feet the whole time I was asleep? haha sorry. they don't feel a lot better,

but I'm feeling really satisfied from that nap for some reason, so I'll let ya off the hook."

>"uh, yeah. thanks"

>"hey, do my feet smell really bad? you're breathing pretty heavily."

>she never found out

>mission passed - respect +

>>1262

Alternate end 2

>feelsrealgood.jpg

>start to speed up even more

>you're really getting into it

>then, without warning, your twin sister wakes up

>wellthat'sjustgreat.shit

>you freeze

>your sister is always dazed when she wakes up, she must have forgotten about you (lucky you)

>she starts looking at her phone

>you slowly wedge yourself in between her big and index toes

>she's still looking at her phone

>suddenly

>"SHIT, I'M LATE FOR CLASS"

>you quickly and unexpectedly started moving at 299,792,420 meters a second

>your face falls off

>you barely catch it and put it back on

>you come to a slow

>you see a sock being put on the foot

>well this is going to be a long day

>your sister goes to class

>it's hot out, and the A/C in the classroom doesn't work

>you nearly drown in sweat

>you still manage to crank one out when she's sitting in class

>you get home hours later

>fortunately, your sister goes directly to sleep

>you finally climb out from in between her toes

>drenched in sweat and covered in toe 'gunk'

>you get to bed and fall asleep

> - the next day

>your sister wakes you up

>"hey little bro! sorry I just ran off like that yesterday. I was late for class and I didn't see you anywhere. I just assumed-"

>she got a whiff of you

>"GEEZ little bro! you smell like feet and death! woo, take a shower!"

>as she was leaving the room

>"how did you even manage to smell that bad?"

>"uh, I have no idea"

>mission passed? respect +?

>>1233

To the anon who posted the stories earlier, can you repost them?

I think the server move/crash affected them

>There's a micro sized planet, populated by billions of people, floating in a safe room because reasons

>A normal sized cute as heck Mom works that part of the facility, being the only one able to communicate with the microbes on that floating ball

>Has a few micro pen pals that she chats with, about typical housewife stuff

>One day, Mom's in a particularly playful mood, looming her tits in front of the tiny floating marble sized orb. Casting a shadow over half the world

>"Hey! I went on a shopping spree, and got this new tank top! It's a little tight but I really like it!~"

>twirling around, and springing to her feet, she then hovers her titantic round rump next to the planet, each of her asscheeks alone being hundreds of times more massive than the miniscule planet

>"And I really should wear these yoga pants more often! I think it really accentuates my curves~" posing with her hands on her hips, her tight ass almost crashing into the world as she does

>Winking down at her few germ sized friends on her way out "I can't wait to hear what you think~"

>>1390

>The cute brunette woman sitting at her desk in the room with little planet; her office set up in the corner with most of the space dedicated to being empty to minimize risk the the fragile little ball

>Her hair done up in a ponytail, to prevent loose hairs from accidentally razing the little planet.

>"GOD, I DON'T WANT TO GO SHOPPING TOMORROW, MY FEET HURT…" she idly complains out loud to everyone, her womanly voice loudly, but not unpleasantly, vibrating through the ground of little planet, shaking it to its very core

>She groans as she glances at the clock, having a ladies night planned for after work in an hour with her few closest friends

>Pulling her folded up blue dress out of her bag, she then walks across the windowless room, unaware that the entire world getting an eyeful of her full bouncing boobs, and gyrating butt

>Opening the door and starting down the hallway, The high tech security door automatically locking itself behind her

>Peeks down at the foyer, to see a fuckin huge line to the ladies room; apparently one of the other bathroom's in the complex having flooded

>"DEARS…. PROMISE ME YOU WON'T PEEK, WILL YOU?" Her relatively colossal voice pleads. Mom watching as the security door automatically latches itself shut, before walking to the corner of the room, undoing the button of her work jeans, and straddling it down her legs

>Her shirt going much of the same way, Mom tugging it up and up, her generous breasts satisfyingly bouncing up and down.

>"UGH, THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING! BUT IT BEATS WAITING AGES JUST TO GET CHANGED…" The now half nude woman bashfully says, halfheartedly trying to cover up her panties which had rode a bit tight against her womanhood, as well as her nipples which poked very visibly against the fabric. Knowing full well that there's no way at LEAST a billion were watching her

>>1391

>"YOU ALL THINK I'M PRETTY THOUGH, RIGHT?" Mom rhetorically says down to her microscopic captive planet

>Her unimaginably vast, almost nude frame moving at impossible speeds across their sky, as she then heads back to her desk, grabbing a hair clip that she forgot

>On her way back to her dress, she smiles, and stops right next to little planet; level with her crotch. her boobs obscuring the view of her face oh so far above

>Literally the entire sky being just her vagina, very clearly visible at their size through the thin frilly fabric

>"I KNOW I SAY THIS A LOT, BUT YOU ALL ARE SO CUTE! SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD JUST TAKE YOU ALL HOME WITH ME~" her warm womanly voice shaking up the entire world at that close of a distance

>The entire world getting a 10/10 view of her soft, panty clad butt as she turns to continue her business

>Puts on the dress, and playfully asks "AH, ZIP ME UP WOULD YOU?~" to literally everyone, giggling as she struggles for just a few seconds, but eventually manages

>Not too long after, the clock hits 5PM

>"FINALLY!~" She exclaims, cutely stretching in her adorable blue dress, shutting off her workstation.

>"IT'S BEEN ANOTHER LOVELY DAY DEARS! I'LL SEE YOU ALL TOMORROW~" She says with a wave, happily leaving, making sure the door is securely locked

>Mom blissfully unaware that billions were feverishly re-watching HD recordings of her getting changed that night

>>1392

>Another typical day in the office for Mom and little planet

>Browsing mundane work e-mail, cleaning the clutter on her desk, a slow day really.

>Satisfied with her cleaning job, mom decides to take a break. Rolling her office chair over, and taking a seat right next to tiny planet; her face getting in the way of the 'sun' light

>"I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY TRUST ME THIS MUCH! THAT THEY LET ME BE HERE UNSUPERVISED WITH YOU DEARS LIKE THIS~" She says softly, even that stirring up the oceans, a strong, sandwich scented wind gusting over the entire world with each breath

>"AH! I WANTED YOUR OPINION ON SOMETHING LITTLE ONES! I BOUGHT THESE FOR MY HUSBAND LATER… DO YOU THINK HE'LL LIKE THEM?" Mom blushing softly, as she turns around, and undoes the button on her jeans. Revealing a pretty pink pair of lacy panties, complete with a (to them) planet-sized heart in the middle of her butt

>the warm and familiar scent of mom's ass wafting over the entire globe

>Mom doing this sort of thing pretty often, as she's the only one who knows how to communicate with the germ sized people; enjoying the perks of being able to demand the attention of all billions of them~

>Feeling generous, in a good mood, Mom then walks back to her desk. Everyone looking on with concern as she takes a single M&M, and crushes it with a firm press. The people knowing full well that could easily be them if she wanted

>Grabbing a minuscule crumb of chocolate with the tweezers, and taking it over to the planet

>the entire world seeing an overwhelming above shot of her tits, as she bends down, concentrating on keeping a steady hand as she gently releases the Mt. Everest size chunk of chocolate

>Missing her mark by an amount she can't even notice, and crushing an entire town

>"YOU'RE WELCOME DEARS~" She says with a little giggle. Nobody down there having the heart to tell her what she did with how kind (and hot) she is

>>1393

>After having changed in front of them the other day, and being guaranteed privacy from her co-workers, Mom decides to make herself at home, stripping off a layer of clothes

>The brunette ponytailed woman standing above the planet in nothing but those cute panties, and a tight plain white tank top

>"I WOULD TURN DOWN THE AIR A BIT, BUT THEN YOU'D ALL FREEZE!~" She says, both her and everyone on little planet knowing that she's just likes the attention

>Mom proceeding to talk to her little world about petty personal stuff. About the drama she has with the HR woman, and the guy on first floor who stares at her too much, and how her husband forgot to pick up milk…

>Not aware that her voice is so big and powerful, that it makes it hard for any of the germ sized people to hear ANYTHING else. Being completely unintentionally silenced as she says whatever she wants

>"OH! I ALSO GOT A NEW PEDICURE YESTERDAY! DOESN'T IT LOOK NICE DEARS?~" the sky darkening once more as she takes her right foot out of her shoe, strips off the sock, and raises it up so that her toes are on the side of the planet opposite to her and her chair

>The odor being barely noticeable to her, but absolutely overwhelming to everyone else. The stuffy scent of office lady foot rolling over the planet in waves

>The pink floral pattern of her toes reflecting the light of their 'sun', causing people to squint as their sky suddenly lights up because of Mom's toenails. "THEY'RE PRETTY RIGHT?~" she says with a smile on her face, eventually setting her foot back down

>Mom checking her little planet e-mail not too long after, and smiling as she sees tens of thousands of messages from people all across little planet, complimenting her on her clothes, thanking her for the massive chocolate mountain, and casually chatting with her

>Hardly anyone criticizing her about anything, always wanting to stay on her good side~

>be one inch tall

>have chubby giant roommate

>she thinks you're cute, enjoys watching you interact with normal-sized stuff like pencils, coins, makeup, berries, etc

>talks about how tiny and weightless you are when she picks you up, will place you her on her bare belly/thighs to enjoy the feeling of your tiny feet on her bare skin

>She says its really cute, she can only feel the lightest tickle as your tiny feet cross the hills of her flesh

>As a joke one day she gets out a bad dragon marital aid and puts it next to you

>"Oh my god anon its like a tower compared to you!"

>Picks you up and places you on the head, it smells funny

>She makes a joke about how the view is from "up there"

>Gets a look in her eye, smirks

>Slowly shimmies out of her pants

>Stands over the marital aid, casting it into shadow with her nude undercarriage

>"Hmmm, I wonder if you'd tickle somewhere else anon…"

I made a quick thing. Criticism is welcome

https://pastebin.com/X9vg7ic1

>>1435

I really enjoyed this. Have you written anything else?

>slobby, chubby femanon with a big appetite

>gets constant hookups on by showing off her huge cowtits and her fat ass on /soc/ and /r9k/

>invites naive anons on dates, shrinks them when they show up at her house

>keeps the ones she's collected in a jar, teases them and pleasures herself with them, eating a few whenever more show up

>one night she's in the mood for a proper binge

>she orders a couple pizzas

>shrinks the pizza guy too when he shows up

>he's cute so she decides to let him get aquainted with her enormous ass

>once he's shoved up in there, she plops down in her computer chair wearing nothing but a thong and starts to eat

>she gets a few slices into her gut to quell her raging hunger and then she slows down and starts to play

>dropping tiny anons onto the pizza slices as toppings

>ominously crunching closer and closer as they struggle in the sticky molten cheese

>finally slurping them to their doom in a hot mass of chewed food

>or else just dropping a few in her mouth and molesting them with her tongue while she plays with her clit and watches anime

>eventually she's cleared out most of the pizza

>her normally soft belly is bloated and taunt

>it gurgles loudly, hard at work digesting pounds of pizza and a few dozen tiny people

>she can still feel many of them struggling

>rubbing her painfully stuffed gut, she lets out a nasty belch and turns to her last prisoner

>scooping him out of the jar, she takes him back her to bed an lies down on her back

>the movement disturbs her overworked bowels, her belly groans

>to relieve the pressure, she farts crassly, giggling as the pizza boy's struggles renew in her colon

>she places her last snack on her gut

>pins him down to the flabby pale skin and makes him listen

>beneath the gurgling noises of digestion, faint screams of agony

>she laughs at his horror, and taunts him

>pats the underside of her gut to jostle him around

>and rips the loudest burp she ever has, spraying spit and bits of food across her bust, and even onto him

>now within her gut he hears only churning

>finally she grabs him, in his broken state, and pops him in her mouth

>she sucks on him like candy while she gets off one last time

>when she finally cums, she gulps him down

>the last bit of weight burdens her tummy painfully

>she moans and lets out a half hearted burp, before drifting off to sleep

>eventually, the afternoon sun rouses her

>sitting up, she feels her gut shift heavily in her lap

>still bloated, but no longer hard, it sloshes wetly

>she gives it an affectionate slap before getting up

>she fishes the pizza boy out of her ass and drops him in the sink with a bit of water

>as her only toy he has a lot of work ahead of him today, and she wants him to be clean

>then she heads to the toilet

>drops her flabby rump down on the porcelain

>she barely relaxes before the ass splitting log of shit begins to emerge from between her meaty cheeks

>thankfully, a few minutes of grunting and swearing and it's over

>after she wipes, she gets up to examine the mess she made of the bowl

>she smirks, satisfied with her body's work

>churning losers up into shit and ass padding never got old

I'll try my hand at one of these

> be chubby giantess' little pet

> be roughly 7 inches tall

> she's feeling in the mood for some domineering, but has a few errands to run

> she decides to place you in her panties, while she gets dressed

> your head pops out of her panties just a little and is pressed against her chubby gut that protrudes outward

> with a little work she slips on some old jeans that hug her child bearing hips and thick thighs nice and tightly

> any wiggle room you once had traped in her panties is now gone once she manages to get that button in place

> with all the weight she's put on you're surprised that her jeans are still able to fit despite her fat ass

> she wanders around her room to find a bra that's loose enough to support her fat tits

> once she manages to scoop her tits into her loose bra, she slides on a familiar looking t-shirt

> Might've be been yours when you were normal sized, but it's been months of constant blue balling and near death experiences by that chubby giantess' that you could care less right now

> the shirt clearly doesn't fit her, its hugging onto her midriff for dear life

> she comments on how you've been such a good little play thing, and how she can't wait to give you your reward

> she walks over to a nearby shelf where she keeps other tinies in various containers, non of them have seen the light of day for God knows how long

> with your face pinned to her lower portion of her tummy, you can hear the inner-workings of her gut

> you can tell its empty, but eager to be filled

> her constant stomach growling reverberates throughout her gut, its surprisingly loud

> with one hand she caresses the soft empty mound of fat that is her belly

> with her other hand she plucks up one tiny and lowers them into her gaping maw

> the cries and pleas for mercy start once she picks them up, and continue once she's scarfs them down

> one by one she swallows one poor soul after

> you can hear their constant agony muffled underneath her chubby gut

> the process of her stomach start to kick in, what were once cries and pleas of mercy are now screams

> the chubby giantess then remarks on how she ran out of tinies for food

> "oh well, looks like I'll be dining out tonight." she says to herself

>>1466

>Good stuff, got any more stories?

I do actually, most aren't like that one though. These probably the closest (vore, stuffing, chubby pred, etc):

https://pastebin.com/F45CLukV

https://pastebin.com/4MKZjxLC

You can find my other stories here if you're interested: https://pastebin.com/u/ConcordantOpposition

>>1476

Good stuff, whenever you get the chance post send me some references pics of your giantess characters in your stories. I want to draw them whenever I find the time

>>1493

I've never had anyone make art of my characters, so it would be really cool if you did some! Which ones are you most interested in drawing? I'll try to put together more detailed descriptions of them with some reference images. Do you have an account on Eka's Portal, or DA, or maybe an email I can send stuff to?

>>1497

Here's a link to my eka's portal account: https://aryion.com/g4/user/epicprivate

>you expected kinky

>but you didn't quite realize how kinky

>you'd met her online through a mutual love of size difference

>size difference of an extreme, impossible variety

>at least, a variety you considered impossible

>it was date three when she broke your understanding of reality

>you'd expected more ceremony

>instead, she just gave you a playful look as she rested your hand on her chest

>my god, it was getting bigger

>wait, no

>as her eyes began to level with yours, it became obvious:

>she was getting bigger

>scratch that

>the growing weight of your clothes

>the feeling of your legs pulling away from the ground

>you were getting smaller

>>1500

>of course, you still had your hand on her chest

>not that you had a choice

>her own hand, now larger than your own, held firm

>not that you were complaining

>she watched you dwindle with what seemed a practiced nonchalance

>though your reduction was causing a subtle widening of her smile

>as if she enjoyed each inch being sucked away as you went from sitting on the couch to standing on it

>to having your hands now clutching her titanic shelf of a chest

>with you still dangling there, held helplessly in place

>>1501

>her other hand moved deftly underneath you

>your nude body had slid right out of your shirt's sleeve

>and now, as she finally released your hands, you sank into the pillowy softness of her palm

>she drew her face closer, an act that put so much mass into motion that it sent your reeling mind into a panic

>you scooted back into her palm, into the arches of her fingers

>looking on helplessly as her smirking form became the only sight you could see

>the oppressive warmth of her very breathing changed the temperature around you

>and her smirk turned into a smile

>with one impossibly swift motion, her pillowy lips had you pinned against her palm in the most overwhelming kiss you'd ever experienced

>the subtle smoothness of her lips and the sensuality of that kiss mingled with her effortless strength to make you harder than you'd ever been in your life

>you creamed yourself on the goddamn spot

>>1502

>the sudden, small spurt of warm liquid across her lips was enough to have her break character

>unconsciously, she licked it up

>all of your suddenly released seed gone with one motion of her tongue

>she made a little face as she looked down at you

>then she laughed

>you were your normal size in no time

>well

>almost normal size

>she'd elected to put you large enough to luxuriate in her lap

>your head resting against those soft breasts you're certain she'd enlarged

>or perhaps she had simply enlarged her entire self

>your head was still spinning after what had happened, so it was impossible to tell

>that was the day you discovered your girlfriend could manipulate size without even trying

>and that was the day the walls of your old life began to break down

>>1503

>of course, she eventually returned you to your old size

>she had her own needs, too

>it was strange, going from handheld to being able to please her in the span of mere minutes

>but she knew what you liked

>and you knew what she liked

>subtle shifts in size were the norm, now

>each date you knew you would end up a bit smaller

>or she might be bigger

>she would greet you at a restaurant more than a foot taller than you

>not-so-subtly smothering your head into her chest as she hugged you in greeting

>movie nights were an invitation for her to buy in with just one ticket

>you could watch from the chest window

>or keep you both entertained if the movie got too dull

>you'd become adept at navigating those monstrous mammaries

>titillating her tits

>or even slipping down her shirt and going for deeper regions, if you were feeling daring

>of course, you ran the risk of her keeping you there the rest of the night if you riled her up too badly

>not that you minded

>>1504

>your size play began to subtly affect the rest of your life, too

>growing and shrinking wasn't an exact science

>even after you told her your height, she could really only guess

>some days at work you noticed your clothes were a little loose

>or even too tight

>worse, you'd been growing distracted

>teasing texts came and went throughout the day

>shots of her body

>tantalizing images of places you could be

>she missed her little seat cushion

>her chest warmer

>her little mouth toy

>it was all you could do to keep yourself composed at work

>you barely went home these days

>straight from work to her place

>straight from a clean six feet to a small six inches

>you could hardly grasp the changes, sometimes

>going from being able to lock lips with her to being beaten down by her tongue

>going from groping her body to being smothered underneath two soft mounds of ass

>going from pinning her to the bed to being so lost in your shrink-fueled lust that you could do nothing but be literally wrapped around her finger, dry-humping your way to orgasm

>sometimes, it seemed impossible that you'd ever been big at all

>>1505

>even when you were head and shoulders taller than her

>having seen every part of her at such a massive scale, you had grown used to her body language

>you were cowed by her movements, acting as if she were the taller one all the time

>it was hard to call this your real height

>with her, there was no such thing

>you were the height she wanted you to be

>and she wanted you small

>so you felt small

>wherever you were, you thought of how the world might look from the height you'd be come evening

>wherever you were, you thought of her

>and so you finally decided

>you would ask to move in with her

>she was absolutely ecstatic

>and perhaps she understood what you wanted

>or perhaps it was what she wanted all along

>she helped move your personal effects over

>you called out of work

>she went inside her home

>you stood on the precipice

>terrified

>and absolutely excited

>the moment you stepped through the threshold, you sank into a pool of clothes

>a hand effortlessly scooped you up

>a hand that had grown acquainted with the contours of your body, careful to hold you just the right way

>that night, you were made smaller than ever before

>if you'd thought being handheld had been an experience, you now understood the extent of her powers

>to traverse the landscape of her nipple, it may have taken a full hour

>the cleft of her buttocks was like a canyon

>her lips set your heart racing

>with one effortless flick of that monstrous worm of a tongue, you would be whisked away into her mouth

>yet none of those things happened

>she simply made you acquainted with your home

>your true home

>life was going to be good

>live in 2060s

>be bio-engineering student at hometown uni

>CRISPR (and similar techs) have come a long way

>it's basically possible to create completely new organisms with enough BaseBioMass™ and some genetic code

>it's mostly used to clone things or create new bacteria to find new supplies of effective antibiotics

>as a pet project decided to try and create a viable and somewhat intelligent multi-cell organism using my DNA as an "intelligent base"

>BBM is fucking expensive so opt to build new me at roughly the size of an ant

>lol it's gonna be a mini-me

>first few attempts end up total garbage

>genetic code calculation is hard man

>took weeks to work out how to go from bleeding meatballs to tiny humanoid figure

>took another few weeks to go from braindead to basic movement and eventually to signs of intelligence

>tiny me can wave back; good shit so far!

>for fun create a whole batch of them and introduce some safe randomisation into the genecode

>release tribe of female and male mini-me's into an old terrarium, prepped with some basic stuff

>a week or so later, they've formed a tiny village

>decide to install webcam behind terrarium to monitor their progress

>also splice up some tiny flora and fauna to introduce into their ecosystem

>month or so later, the tiny guys basically built several towns and a "capital" with several "highrise" buildings

>fucking proud - showing that to my prof is probably gonna earn me some bonus points with her

>at least that was the plan

>come home one day to notice something's off

>wardrobe with the terrarium inside is left open

>top and front glass of terrarium on computer desk

>approach terrarium to find everything's flattened

>ruined houses crushed into the soil

>buildings around the edges of the terrarium crumbled too

>be fucking furious!

>how the hell did this happen?! WHO DID THIS!?!!

>while booting up PC to look at camera footage make a mental note to now lock room in the future

>call up recording from this morning:

>fast forward to the point the wardrobe is being opened

>it's my younger sister

>be ready to fucking kill her

>decide to watch the whole thing first though

>starts with her just staring into the glass container

>gets closer and closer until her hands and head are pressed against the glass

>her breathing clouds the glass

>she gets her head as close to the bottom of the terrarium as possible

>probably to get the best view of the tiny population

>going by the condensation on the glass her breating seems to become quicker?

>she eventually stands up again

>she steps closer to the terrarium to reach for the top glass and slides it open

>in the process she ends up having her chest pressed firmly against the glass

>she reaches her arm through the opening at the top

>with just her index finger extended she carefully prods a couple of the suburban houses closest to her

>they barely put up any resistance to her and all break after 1 or 2 seconds of pressure

>>1618

>she lifts her hand up in the air again and glances over to the door of my room

>she bites her lips

>she brings her hand down to the ground again, this time placing her index and her middle finger next to each other

>her hand's right outside the town she was just assaulting, but a good chunk of the buildings are still standing

>her index finger lifts and hovers above the house in front of it

>after a couple of seconds her hand pretends to take a step forward by crushing her index finger into the home below and then dragging her middle finger forward

>she goes on to have her hand "walk through" several more houses, leaving a trail of destruction behind it

>in comparison to the miniature buildings her hand must have looked about 22 stories tall to the tinies

>can't quite make out individuals among the miniature population, but there are obvious crowds fleeing from my sister

>by now she had started "dancing" by swinging her thumb and pinky finger from side to side, while lunging her index and middle finger into houses outside of her direct path in a kicking fashion

>though she had pretty much already destroyed the entire town with barely anything still standing upright

>in front of her is one of the farms, with its pasture decently filled with miniature cows

>she takes a few steps back before pretending to leap over the cow fields and landing squarely with one finger on the barn and the other the farm house

>she starts stepping up and down to expand the holes she made until basically both buildings were nothing more than rubble

>finding both sufficiently crushed she turns around to flick the silo into a nearby town, leaving a trail of destruction behind it

>she brings her hand back to the farmyard, and prepares to let her hand "fall" backwards

>basically just presses her hand flat against the ground in front of the remains of the farm house

>she grinds her hand into the earth, making sure to swipe far enough to the left and right to knock over the rest of the pasture fencing

>what just a moment ago was a field full of livestock is now a goopy mass of flesh and blood dripping down from my younger sisters hand

>she tries to shake the viscera off, but she obviously isn't satisfied with the job

>she moves her hand to the next town over and proceeds to wipe it through the entire settlement

>the place had been completely wiped out in one move

>she moves her hand in the opposite direction again to hover over the village to the other side of her first wrecking job

>with just her index finger extended she starts to draw a big heart around the place

>in the process she cuts through several streets that had people trying to evacuate to the back of the terrarium on them

>the crowd left behind on the wrong side of the trench begins to panic and starts running back into town

>my sister lifts her hand back up just to lick her index finger

>as she brings the finger back down again, and drags it through the fleeing crowd

>several managed to evade her, but a good majority of the tinies were now stuck against her wet finger

>she brings the hand back up again and sticks the finger with the people on it in her mouth

>she slowly pulls the finger out again, sucking it clean in the process

>almost looks like she's putting on a fucking show

>she throws her head back as she's swishing the tiny people in her mouth from side to side, evident by her tongue pressing against the inside of her cheeks

>she makes it very obvious that she is swallowing them by tracing their descent with her index finger along her neck

>as her hand trails down to her stomach, notice her nipples poking through her shirt

>my younger sister gets turned on by … this?

>does that make her a cannibal?

>she probably just swallowed about a hundred pseudo-humans…

>and there was nothing they could have done to stop her

>she is in full control and whatever she wants to do to them she can simply because of her size

>weirdly don't feel angry anymore?

>>1619

>by now the footage shows her having drawn an arrow through the heart, which also plowed right through the village

>this was followed by a few drawings of cute cats, clouds, houses, and some smileys inside the heart, which wrecked the place even more

>she finishes by signing her name next to the drawing

>she pauses for a moment to admire her work

>she shudders while smugly looking down at her trapped prey

>she takes a step back from the terrarium and begins to unhook the top and front glasses

>with them removed she could now easily reach into the glass container and get to the large city at the back

>whoever was still left alive in the smaller settlements saw their "sun" (dimmable table lamp with a timer) vanish as her massive body leaned into the box

>she extends her arm and rests her hand on top of one of the smaller 3 story buildings at the edge of the captial

>with her thumb and index finger on opposite sides of the facade she tries to pull the building up, but it just crumbles in her grip

>she puckers her lips and looks annoyed

>she moves her to a similar building next to the smoldering ruin

>though this time she rams her fingers down into the ground surrounding the building

>she slowly lifts a chunk of earth along with the building up into the air

>the structure mostly stays intact

>while carefully balancing the "highrise" she leans back again

>with her free hand she pulls up her shirt

>she adjusts her grip on the populated chunk of earth and then carefully maneuvers it to her exposed nipple

>she starts by gently scraping the structure against herself

>the building holds together, but parts of the facade are clearly already falling off

>then without warning she grinds the rest of the building into her nipple, turning it into crumbs

>she carelessly drops the remains to the ground while already eyeing the next building

>she repeats the process several times, changing which one of her nipples gets the attention randomly

>she eventually bites into her shirt so she can pick up two buildings simultaneously just to grind them both into the skin around her nipples

>after just a few more times she has basically run out of smaller buildings that comfortably fit between her fingers

>>1620

>in her excitement she pushes the medium sized buildings aside with the back of her hand so she can reach the base of the largest "skyscraper" in the middle

>at this point she must have given up on being careful, as she just grabbed the building and tightened her grip around the lower floors

>my sister's hand could easily fit around the building, and the top 10 floors were still visible above the other end of her grip

>after shaking the building a bit to loosen its foundations she just ripped it up into the air

>surprisingly its foundation seems to have risen up along with the rest

>she uses her free hand to knock against the glass on the side

>it looks like she's trying to get the attention of the tinies

>she's looming triumphantly over all of them with a smug look, while holding their proudest achievement in just one hand

>she begins speaking, probably addressing the terrarium inhabitants, but the camera doesn't record any sound, and lip reading isn't easy

>she stops talking and places her free hand on top of one of the remaining glass walls

>she grips the edge tightly as she lifts one knee up into the terrarium

>her knee crashes into the landscape in one of the front corners of the terrarium

>still holding onto the glass she hoists her other leg up to crash it into the opposite front corner

>with her legs spread she is now kneeling in half of the glass box

>she uses her free hand to drag down the elastic band of her pants

>she's not wearing any underwear

>she moves her hand to hold the building between her legs

>she is literally dripping down onto it in anticipation

>while biting her lip she slowly pushes the building up

>it doesn't quite slide in, she just crushes it against her lips

>and she can't spread herself, as she still has to hold down her pants

>by the time she finally manages to glide it inside, about two floors have already been ground into dust

>my sister bites on her tongue in surprise

>she keeps pushing the structure further up while rhytmically swaying her hips back and forth

>dust and debris is trickling out of her, but the building seems to hold

>she pushes it as far up as she can without losing her grip on it

>just to slowly drag it out again

>the cracked facade reaching the light again is glistening with her juices

>though she doesn't pull it out entirely

>she rapidly pushes it back in before the tip can pop out

>keeps repeating the process of pulling and pushing the skyscraper in and out, but gets consistently quicker

>her eyes roll back and she lets her tongue hang down

>her tongue is dripping saliva down onto her bare chest (she still has her shirt rolled up)

>besides getting faster, she also keeps pushing it in further and further

>the depth mixed with the slippery facade of the structure makes it more and more difficult to pull it out again

>after a couple more thrusts she seems to be unable to pull it out again

>she's getting visibly frustrated

>eventually resigns and just begins thrusting her fingers in and out

>she pushes them in as deep as she can, which seems to make the building slide further up inside her

>the building inside her formed a small but noticeable bulge against her lower abdomen

>she suddenly leans backwards and starts shaking

>the building isn't visible for long as she clenches, entirely crushing it inside her

>she begins bucking her hips as high as she can

>debris and her juices are being launched into the remains of the city, severly damaging the structures that hadn't collapsed yet

>she flings herself forward but catches herself in time by holding onto the glass wall at the back

>>1621

>her head is hanging immediately above the ruined capitol

>she's panting heavily in the afterglow

>whatever structures were still left intact begin to fog up as she breathes down onto them

>her sweat is also dripping down onto the numerous remaining homes

>after she has regained her senses she seems displeased with something

>she slowly crawls out of the terrarium again and then disappears from the camera's view by ducking under the table

>she emerges again while holding her pants in her hand

>she waves her wet clothes in front of the terrarium

>she turns around and tosses her pants on the floor

>instead of turning back again she just starts swaying her hips from side to side

>she also seems to slowly rise - probably by standing on her tiptoes

>every little being still alive down there had a good view of her butt

>she reaches her arms back and presses her palms into the earth at the edge of the open glass box

>in one swift motion she pulls herself up and crashes her butt into the middle of the terrarium

>at first she just wiggles around slightly on the spot

>though not long after she starts to drag her body further from side to side in large circles

>everytime she leaned far enough forward, wet streaks in the compacted land became visible

>literally anything that was still left standing stood no chance against her

>it's like a giant wall of flesh bulldozing over every home and every person

>nothing can survive the lust-fueld wrath of your little sister

>after virtually everything is flatted she just glances behind herself

>she seems satisfied with her work and jumps up again

>she lazily puts her pants back on and wanders out of the room

>nothing else happens for the rest of the recording

>just sit there unsure how to feel about this

>dick on the other hand seemingly has already taken a stance on this issue

>been pitching a tent the entire time

>whyboner.mpeg

>can't stop thinking about this

>maybe shouldn't lock the door in the future

>…

>definitely want to see more of this …

>FBI_wants_to_know_your_location.html

>could probably modify genecode to speed up the miniature human development and regrow a society in a couple of days

>but what to do to them, to (inadvertantly) have them face my younger sister again?

>or maybe someone else should have a run-in with them?

>maybe even me?

I hope you enjoyed this depraved little story, though I'm serious about the last bit; please tell me how you'd like to see this story progress … assuming you actually want to read more of this garbage.

>taking deserate measures to sway more people towards the light, heaven's bureaucracy tells guardian angels they may reveal themselves to their assigned humans and provide companionship in whatever way seems most fitting

>my angel is a hyper thick/borderline chubby dork who while kind and well intentioned is a bit scatter brained and over eager

>she says she's going to be my gf from now on and won't take no for an answer

>after an initial period of awkwardness, things are actually pretty cool

>then she learns about my fetishes

>one night she shrinks me

>protest that these fantasies are better off as fantasies

>she says if she has the power to make them come true it's her duty to do so

>scoops me up and gently swallows me

>tells me to have fun in her tummy and that she'll let me out before I digest

>instead she gets distracted and spends the rest of the night stuffing her face with junk food and playing vidya

>get buried under food and digest into assfat

>she doesn't notice my soul is now part of her butt until the next day

>she apologizes but it's undercut by the fact she thinks this is completely hilarious

>teases me about being an ass loving pervert while giving her fat cheeks a slap

>finally reforms me

>manage to convince her that eating me is a bad idea

>think I'm in the clear, have a normal day

>that night she says that because I love her butt so much I should sleep between her cheeks

>here_we_go_again.jpg

>be a captain of a lilliputian college volleyball team

>due to an allergic reaction to a new birth control you now stand a little over eight lilliputian feet tall

>this frustrates your sister who had a growth rivalry without

>after winning at a national meet it had been decided that you will face off against a team from a normal size town

>new size technology would allow for you to play on an even playing field

>the team finds themselves sitting at a giant desk for a pregame interview

>it feels odd as literally every person in the room towers over your team

>the opposing team arrives and sits at the table

>their captain sits directly behind your team

>the interview goes on with the normal girls laughing and joking about your chances of winning

>towards the end the news wants a group picture

>your team is huddled together surrounded by these giant girls

>the team captain sees just how tall you are and can't help but grab you

>the front page ends up being the girl giving you a wedgie by accident while you dangle from her fingers

>day of the game arrives and you are excited to finally get revenge

>the team is the last to be grown to full height for some last minute photos

>you and your sister has to deal with your now giant mother and aunt teasing and being affectionate with their tiny girls

>finally the time has come as you are placed in front of a large black tube that is small at one end and big at the other

>your sister practically runs through it and shows up as a giant

>she starts to tease you a bit since she'll be the big sister for a few moments

>it comes up to your turn and you duck in order to get inside

>its completely black inside as you walk forward

>after a minute you come you the other side to find yourself staring into a pair of heels way taller than yourself

>you look up to see everyone staring down at you

>some tech guys come over and see that you did grow but only by a few inches leaving you at 10 lilliputian feet tall

>from your vantage you can't see much

>it's a bit scaring as the giants around you stand up to cheer and sit back down

>the game ends very quickly as your team destroys their opponents

>everyone is overly excited as they make their way back towards the tube

>your mother comments that if she keeps seeing at that size then she'll start producing milk again

>your aunt finds it hilarious and crams you into your mother's giant left breast

>the two have a laughing fit at your expense as they stand in front of another tube

>as they walk towards it you try and get their attention

>your arms and legs are pinned together in your aunt's fist and she doesn't feel your struggles

>you scream at the top of your lungs but your mother and aunt's gossip drowns you out as they walk through the tunnel

>they come out the other side and are greeted by the team

>you feel relieved as everyone is still giant

>they must have turned back for some reason

>the thought of being shrunken horrified you

>suddenly a mountain sized sneaker appears before the team

>it is the captain of the normal size team

>she apologizes to your team before standing up and leaving

>you are speechless as everyone now looks down at you, realizing how small you have become

>get a new job in an office

>air conditioning and less activity is nice, but you don't want to start getting fat

>hit up /fit/ for advice

>get recommended food, supplements, and exercise routines

>"Remember, anon, no drinking."

>whatever.jpg

>start appreciating your gains

>roommate decides to have a party on her weekend off, invites a bunch of people over

>mingle a little

>have a couple of shots

>one of roommate's friends, some tall blonde, hangs out on the couch with you and starts flirting

>she seems familiar, but you know none of roommate's female friends are over six feet

>a few more shots later, you both stumble into the bedroom

>she keeps calling you short, and laughs when you scoff and say you're average height

>get down to business and rail her like the champ you've come to feel like since you started working out

>end up going three rounds before running out of steam and going to sleep

>tittypillow.jpg

>wake up with a hangover

>she's already in the bathroom, taking a shower

>you roll out of bed and stumble

>not sure what just happened

>did someone put the bed on stilts, or…?

>wait, no, it seemed like it was higher last night, too

>same with the night stand, and your dresser

>the water shuts off in the bathroom and the blonde steps out, wrapped in a towel

>"Wow, I, uh… didn't realize you were so short. I normally don't hook up with, er, you know…"

>you start at her for a moment, taking stock of her while she stands in the door frame that leads to your bathroom

>at a guess, she's maybe 5'4"

>but she's so much taller than you

>numbly, you go through your morning ritual of getting your supplements and spot a warning on one of the labels

>"Do not take if you have two or more alcoholic drinks in a day. Side effects vary."

>it dawns on you that you're probably about four feet tall now

>look back up at the woman you spent the night with, and see her biting her lower lip, leaning against the door frame

>"Not a morning person, huh? Wanna go for another round before I leave, or…? Because I gotta admit, you're starting to grow on me."

>she smiles coyly, dropping her towel, and you believe that figuring out how to live a manlet life can wait for an hour or two

>Janet considered herself a pretty average person

>She liked sweets and going to the gym

>Reading books in the tub, with a candle to give the bath a bit of atmosphere

>Keeping pets…

>Her pets, though, were usually more like servants

>She worked as a cashier at a convenience store and lived in an apartment somewhere in an unfortunate part of town

>At least, that's all you could tell

>You met her outside of the store she worked in and apparently caught her eye

>You weren't really paying attention at the time, but you figure she must have given you that wide grin that really showed off the gap between her front teeth, probably saying something like "Welcome to X-Mart!"

>What was more important to you, at the time, was getting to the bathroom after a terrible Taco Bell decision earlier in the day

>While you were finishing up your paperwork, a bluish smoke started coming from the air conditioner vent in the ceiling

>The rest is hazy

>Now your life revolves around Janet's, and that's entirely because she's easily five times taller than you, or anyone else who lives with her

>Whatever that smoke was, it didn't always reduce people to a similar size

>Of the five of you who lived under her thumb, you were the biggest at about thirteen inches, with the next-largest standing at ten inches, then nine, and finally seven

>The only woman among you was called Pet, and she stood at three inches tall

>She had been living with Janet the longest, but rarely spoke

>When she did, it was usually advisable to listen, because it was usually a command that Janet was about to issue to the rest of you

>Being quick was usually rewarded

>Being slow was invariably punished

>One time, she came home and sprawled out in her loveseat

>Her eyes drifted to the five that were lined up in the living room and settled on you

>She held out her hands, smiled that wide smile, and said, "Come on, boy."

>Still new to your life, you froze

>She looked mildly annoyed, then got up and plucked you up from the ground

>"You'll learn soon enough, boy…"

>And with a practiced move, she turned and dropped you onto the sofa

>You barely had time to figure out what you were doing before Janet's colossal ass descended upon you

>The weight was incredible, pressing on every square inch of you while the sofa cushions sunk under both you and her

>In vain, you attempted to struggle, but found that her massive thighs trapped your arms in place and your feet only just barely met the backs of her knees

>Your heartbeat hammered in your ears as you started to suffocate, only for it to be drowned out by the sound of hers from the gigantic, legging-clad pussy she'd expertly planted on your face

>Suffocation quickly turned to drowning as the thin material became soaked in her excitement

>She shivered, and you could feel your bones creak from the motion

>The combined stresses caused you to lose consciousness…

>… Only for you to be awakened in the arms of your new captor

>You panted and wheezed, just glad to be alive, but it was interrupted when her voice cut through the haze of asphyxiation

>"There you go, little buddy. See, it's better when you just come when I call you. Otherwise…"

>The note hung in the air like the sword of Damocles

>Numbly, you hugged her neck, causing her to chuckle

>"Good boy. Run along and play now."

>And she sent you scampering to the others

>Others who, you'd later realize, seemed a little taller than before

>No, not taller

>You simply lost an inch somewhere along the way, and they seemed bigger by comparison