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[tickbeef]

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Logan wakes up hot and horny on the last day of his trip. That means whatever he does to this place next doesn't matter. Honestly his last day was always his favorite. Logan closes his eyes and grows hundreds of feet in an instant. The entire hotel around him crumbls to bits and ruble against his strong expansive body.

He stomps straight onto the beach and eagerly hunts down any have decent looking man. Greedily shoving them into his briefs and against his cock. Most of his toys suffer broken bones while others were simply broken beyond life. It made little difference to him. Those guys that he had been spying on the beach for a few days now got special attention. These men he caressed, and kissed, and adored, before slurping them past his lips and sucking on them like so many holiday treats. Some he made cum, right before swallowing them whole. It's going to be a good day

[darksmellysox]

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Brian was a fresh from college with a shiny degree in business. The first thing he did was revisit an old company he interned with. At that internship he fetched coffee, filed paperwork, and had his many suggestions to improve the office ignored. He hated that waste of his of his time that was supposed to be a learning experience. Since the office didn’t teach him anything, it’s time for him to learn from them himself. Brian looked up at the familiar tower of white collar wealth he wasted a semester at. He didn’t hesitate to start shrinking the entire building. Downtown passersbys were stunned as one of the great glistening towers of the city seemed to vanish from the skyline. Some watched Brian calmly walk up and grab the now 3ft tall skyscraper. He ripped it right from its tiny foundation. The intern had become the owner. Once he was home Brian wasted no time in kicking off his dress shoes and relaxing. He ordered his new property to explore their new office complex, including apartments he had shrunk and cleared for them, and to prepare a presentation of what each department did before. Layoffs and drastic changes in company policy are coming tomorrow. A week after graduation and Brian had already taken over his first business.

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Hunter flexed his toes. The runts in his socks had stopped struggling for a minute. He felt another one pop between his toes. That got the other ones struggling again, not that they could get out. The president of the high school gay-straight alliance asked Hunter if he could rub his feet after gym class. Hunter said no. The gay boy offered anything and everything. Hunter saw an opportunity. Now the entire club, including the president himself, was shrunk down to please the jock. Hunter dropped the entire shrunken club into his socks. He figured all those tiny faggots probably wanted it as much as their president. "Your welcome" was the last words the tiny club members heard from the outside. The last verbal acknowledgement of their existence before Hunter laid back to play Call of Duty. The club would not survive the night.

[firebootrik]

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One time, some dumb kid threw a rock at Aaron's car. Aaron was driving fast through some bad part of the city. He didn't think much of where he was passing through until his windshield cracked like an ice puddle. Aaron took his car to the shop later and had it repaired within an hour. It didn't cost him much. While waiting around for the repairs he took a walk outside. He grew himself to a tremendous size using some expensive new tech. Aaron marched right back to that poor kid's neighborhood and stomped on the apartment block the boy must have lived in. Just to be sure, and kill more time, Aaron kicked through more apartments, shops, leveling the whole ghetto. He finished his excursion by pulling out a wad of cash and demanding some survivors clean off his Jordans. Injured runts came running out to take the work. When they finished Aaron shrank the cash to normal size and tossed it down for them to scramble over. Aaron walked back to the mechanic and returned to normal size to pick up his car. He would be paying the city for the roads, developers for the buildings, etc. But his family had the money, in the end, it didn't cost him much.

[firebootrik]

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Shrinking tech has been distributed to all officers in the US military. Though intended to be used as self defense weapons, the officers have been authorized to shrink enlisted serving under them. A few crushings out of a squad keep everyone motivated, listening, and working hard.

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The comically small putter went right along with the gimmick at mini mini putt putt golf. Scattered around the courses were tiny cars and even buildings. Regular customers enjoyed stepping on these objects. New ones were placed out every day. The mini golf course was the strangest attraction of the small town, and locals liked it. The main attraction was the mini city surrounding the final hole. Knee high skyscrapers and packed streets covered the stretch of green. It was funny watching the small colorful ball hop over cars, smash through crowds, and otherwise bounce around between buildings like it was in a pinball machine. Observant guests might notice the chinese signs and billboards, the runts who broke like real people when a ball or sneaker came down on them, but most assumed it was some kind of crazy special effect or robots. Most did not even hear about the neighborhoods and cities disappearing on the other side of the globe. Guests could even pocket some cars or buy one of the skyscrapers for a souvenir. Besides some perceptive locals, no one put it together that the owner of the local mini golf course was somehow shrinking and transporting these cities. Those few locals that figured it out didn't care, they were the best customers. Customers like Eric pictured there, who tended to play at closing so he could gleefully smash the city once it was worn out from the day and needed to be replaced.

[gearparadise-deactivated2018120]

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After every win, Joel shrank down a member of the opposing team. Claiming one of those downtrodden losers for himself was a nice treat after a win. During games he found a place for every shrunken opponent to join him on the field as good luck charms. First it was a joke, dropping a once fully grown and respectable young man in his cleat. After a few wins however, Joel took a shine to the idea the tiny losers offered him some kind of good fortunate. Soon Joel was jogging onto the field with shrunken football players stuffed in his cleats, jock, shoulder pads, wherever he could fit them on his hard earned bod.

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The brothers weren't evil guys. They had their cabins in the woods and liked to keep to themselves. Unfortunately the state expanded a popular campground to border their property. The brothers nor their families mind the drugs or noise or anything that happens on state land, but too often, it doesn't stay there. The brothers are good neighbors who went out of their way to put up signs warning people to stay on park grounds. Most respectable people follow the rules. But every few weeks some hippie or druggy, sometimes a whole group, ignore the signs. The brothers give these people a hefty lesson in respect. Trespassers are shrunk on sight. The brothers have several cages back home if they want to store any criminals for later. If there aren't any cages available, the brothers typically crush the hippies under a boot or sneaker and say mission accomplished. Once in a cage, either brother or anyone in their family might take the trespasser out to abuse them. There is no food in the cages but the criminals don't live long enough for it to matter.

[gayuniforms]

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One of the food trucks was attacked on route to the base. An occasional but not threatening event. Nonetheless, the base did lower food rations. It made private Johnson irritable. For the natives inside the base however, decreased rations became a matter of life and death. Locals of the country were encouraged to come to the base to submit and prove they weren't enemies of the US. Entire miniature cities were built to house the reduced locals. As it happens the locals came out in droves to be shrunk. Pictures of happy tiny citizens with generous accomodations circulated throughout the country. More arrived than the Army had anticipated. Today those fancy apartment blocks are packed to the brim in miserable conditions. With the total cut off of food for the week locals began leaving the dense cities, trying to scavenge for food. Private Johnson didn't know or, honestly, care about their plight. When he spotted a few groups leaving their designated area he responded professionally. "Stop. You are not permitted to wander any section outside your living quarters." As they kept going, Johnson took a couple steps and crushed the largest group under his boot. He watched the rest flee back into their slums. "Stop. you are all officially under arrest and need to be apprehended. do not attempt to escape." Despite the warnings, Johnson made no movement towards the criminals. Johnson only stood and stared. Once the locals made it back to their slums, Johnson grabbed his radio. "Sargeant! several Hajis attempted to conduct recon on the base. I stopped who I could, the rest escaped into the settlements." There was a pause, then the radio called back "understood. Crush the settlements infected by the insurgents and prevent their spread to any others." "Yessir." Private Johnson walked up to the 'infected' settlements. He really needed to stretch his legs after standing still for so long.

[guyswithhotbutts]

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All Jared wants to do is fish. To go out on his own boat, on the lake in his own backyard. He didn't bother to get a license to fish or drive the boat, and why should he, he owns this chunk of the damn lake! When Jared explained this to a cop, the guy tried to arrest him. Jared didn't take kindly to that. He shrank the nuisance of a cop and dropped the man into his boot to forget about it. Despite the issue being taken care of, more cops arrived to ‘investigate’, then some FBI agents, then a swat team, and last week a platoon of soldiers! Jared will accept and continue to shrink these foot rubbers from the government as long they keep sending them. Though it's getting excessive. The irritated Libertarian might just shrink down the whole federal government and call it a day.

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Derrick was going to dinner with his older brother Adam. They rarely saw each other since becoming fathers, so it was nice to reconnect when they could. The school year was just about over. Adam spoke up "my boy's teacher said he is goin to be bused to some shitty inner city high schools next year." "What? Thats miles off from where you live." "They need 'diversity' not enough White folks there." "Fuck that, your boy won't know anyone there." "He hates it, but there isn't much I can do." "Nah fuck that, I can solve that right here right now." "What are you gonna do? Crush the mayor? That wouldn't solve nothin now" Derrick lifted his ass off his seat for just a moment and concentrated. Soon an entire inner city school materialized on his seat. Adam peered over the table "woah, maybe you could solve it. I didn't know you got that strong bro." Derrick lowered his ass, crushing the entire high school only a week before graduation. "Was that the right one?" Derrick asked. "I don't know, you better crush all the inner city schools to be sure." Derrick looked to his brother. And he smiled.

[bootsanddogtags]

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Sergeant Joshua pet the local dog that came up to sit beside him. The dog barely reacted. After a minute a man ran up and yelled at Joshua in Pashtun. Joshua had no idea what the man was shouting, but he guessed the dog belonged to the local man given how he pointed at it so vigorously. Joshua hated uppity locals. Sergeant Joshua pulled out his standard issue shrink gun and shrunk the man without a second thought. The local attempted to continue yelling up something, but Joshua's booming laughter drowned out anything the man had tried to say. The dog stood up, perked in interest. Joshua pet the dog "you wanna play fetch boy?" The old dog shock his tail with the vigor of a young one. Joshua picked up the tiny local man and hurled him down the street, the dog chasing right after. The dog came back, without the man, he must have been hungry. "huh, you know I'm kinda hungry too." Joshua spotted a few bed sheets shuffling down the street, Joshua shrunk the lot of them. He stood up, walked over an picked them up, then yanked off their sheets. Joshua tossed some of the more attractive women in his mouth an tossed the rest to the dog. "I think you were on to something boy." The American Sergeant persused the streets looking for more, followed close behind by his new companion.

[htfjock-deactivated20180523]

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Vince untied his Nike and held it up, looking inside. Along with the scent of his own foot sweat, he could smell a faint hint of blood from the tiny people he dropped in there earlier. Ever experimenting with any new method to improve his rigorous training schedule, Vince recently took to padding his Nikes with a slight extra insole. Vince had shrank and transported thousands of runts straight from Kenya, figuring if anyone could make him better at running they would. Vince saw a few rare Kenyans twitching, but most weren't even close to making it. No trouble, Vince could have another batch shrunk an shipped in by his next run tomorrow morning. “Thanks little buddies” Vince said warmingly, before tossing aside the Nike aside and kicking off his other one soon after. He would call his supplier after his shower.

[athleticbrutality]

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Daniel’s vacation home in the mountains of Montana was perfect. Large well decorated rooms, fantastic views over the forested mountains, seclusion, and had a spotless sheen from the maids hired before his arrival, still, it was missing that one special something to send Daniel's ego over the top. The average man’s perfect was not good enough for Daniel, he can afford better. Daniel pulled out his phone to make a few calls, soon enough the connections with his dad's company came through. Using their revolutionary technology entire cities were shrunk and teleported to the floor of Daniel's deck. They barely deserved a glance from him. Confirming their existence, Daniel turned back to his view of the mountains and casually flipped off the city of San Francisco. The petrified city can only stare up in amazement at the new perfect god over their city. Only a minute later, Daniel stepped off the rail and crushed nearly 1/5th of the entire city under his Nike. Every big city on the west coast had been shrank, and now every time Daniel needed to leave or return to his exquisite vacation home, he would experience just the ego boost he needed. "Damn liberals." Daniel smirked, an air of superiority surrounding him as he crushed another section of the iconic city beneath him, and left

[baseballbeisbol]

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Sometimes tensions can run high during a game, Alex Avila knew that well. Alex was having an off game, it happens, but the scores were nearly tied, and as he went up to bat some of the stands boo'd him in preparation. Alex couldn't take it, he turned to face the stands and grew, bigger and bigger, meanwhile the drunk hecklers grew silent. At a 1,000ft even, Alex lifted his cleat above the stands "Shut the fuck up" he ordered before stomping down. He aimed his cleat for wherever the most noise was coming from a second ago, crushing half of the stadium and their fans before he was satisfied. Alex turned back to the plate, returning to his normal size. "Let’s play ball!" he yelled out to the pitcher, scraping his cleat along the dirt to brush debris and gore off his cleat. Aside from the shock, those few crying in the stands, and the new respectful demeanor of the fans, the game continued as normal, in the end, the White Sox won.

[dannysocks]

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Greg glances around from his computer screen once again. His feet always had a particular aroma when he pulled them out of his shoes and those around him can’t help but notice. Everytime Greg spots someone reacting negatively, he decides to give them some training, free of charge. He shrinks the sensitive passer by and drops them into one of his big Nikes. Along with the training for the runts, Greg knew when it came time to line up he would be getting a nice massage while he stands around in line. Greg hates lines, but those little guys made it bearable, not to mention his trick seemed to reduce the size of the line before he even entered it.

[pigfun]

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Pig likes exhibisionism, being put on display, honoring his master with his body. Master whispers about this being only the beginning. Master Walks out of Pig’s view. Pig does not know what to expect, though he waits for any further command from Master before moving again, staying a perfect form of art until otherwise instructed. After an hour of loyalty, Pig feels light headed. Pig opens his eyes to search for Master, though Pig doesn't spot him, even as Pig glances over the heads of other patrons. Pig’s eyes go wide as he sees the confusion in the eyes of the viewers, looking up at him. Pig is growing. Euphoria flows through Pig, confident this is all Master's doing. He closes his eyes and looks up, his head smashes through the roof itself. Soon Pigs boots and legs crush the bar to oblivion, and the entire city block after that. Pig grows until he is over 2,000ft tall. Pig gets off immensely on the sound of chaos, runts fleeing and running in every which direction. Far below he hears police establishing a perimeter, ambulances arriving, curious crowds, and more. After a half hour, he feels the earth shake. Pig hears and feels Master's voice booming out to him "I see you attracted a large amount of Police Officers. Excellent job." Pig climaxes in ecstasy before even seeing his Master, the image in his head so pure and intoxicating. The crotch of Pig's jeans is soaked, and that was only round one.