Random Post Button I've realized that I like the sexy micro/macro stuff too, not just the sfw gt stuff. But there's a roughly zero percent chance I'll reblog any of that onto my main (let alone post my own there!), so here's a sideblog. My own stories can be found at @itty-bitty-writes and under the tag #my writing. (they/he)
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The morning started like any other; Bucky rose at dawn and left on his morning run, leaving Alana to burrow deeper into their plush comforters. She settled into the warm dip he’d left behind, drifting back to sleep among his scent. It was mid morning when she rose again, warm light streaming through the windows.
The hardwood floors were cold beneath her bare feet, the kitchen tiles colder. Any thoughts of the discomfort, however, escaped her mind as Alana caught sight of the coffee pot. She approached it, mood already improving, more so upon realizing it was filled and ready to brew for one. A smile tugged at her lips. One push of the button and she retrieved the desired add ins.
Her mind wandered briefly to Bucky and what time he might be home, fingers fiddling with the hem of her (Bucky’s) shirt. They’d planned to have a lazy Sunday, staying indoors and avoiding the heat of summer. A stack of movies sat waiting on the tv stand, and they’d pull the blackout curtains before settling in. Buck had insisted on at least going for a run (or two) and she made no objections, looking forward to the quiet moments alone.
Coffee in hand, Alana turned to the living room, swiping the soft blanket she’d used the night before and settling at the end of the couch. Moments later she was once more settled comfortably among her favorite blanket, watching her favorite show and sipping coffee. The best way to begin a lazy Sunday.
Emptying her mug rather quickly, Alana set it aside and stretched out; she hadn’t meant to doze off, but in her position it was almost inevitable.
When she woke again, it was dark. Panic gripped her chest and she shot up, sleep rushing away like the tide. Had she really slept into the night? Alana sat up straight and was surprised when the familiar soft fabric of her blanket brushed her head. A small sigh escaped her lips. Stupid, she thought, you’re under the blanket!
And yet, something wasn’t right. Sitting up beneath the cover should have resulted in a tent draping down to her lap, but now it hardly brushed her hair. Confused, Alana stood, raising her hands to push against it. It was heavier than she remembered. A lump formed in her throat, and suddenly she was rushing forward, feet sinking into what she knew to be the couch cushion.
Her heart was racing as she finally burst into the light, blinking furiously to adjust. She stood frozen as the landscape of the living room came into view. The cushion she’d once rested on and fully taken up with her ass alone now spread before her like a field; to her right the blanket formed hills taller than she was now. Far off past the coffee table the tv still quietly played, its pictures a blur of color as she struggled to comprehend the situation. She’d shrunk. Alana now stood at a mere two inches, stranded alone in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.
Bucky! A wave of relief washed through her. Yes, he would be back any minute now and notice right away she was missing. With his super soldier hearing, there was no doubt he’d hear her yelling.
Filled with new energy, Alana scrambled over the edge of the blanket, stumbling and struggling to maintain her footing among the now knee high fibers. She climbed the nearest hill and perched at the top, trying to ignore the realization of just how small she was.
Thankfully, she wasn’t forced to wait long. The sound of keys in the lock drew her eyes to the door, and moments later the massive form of Bucky Barnes stepped inside. He wore a gray top and dark sweats; the shock of seeing her boyfriend towering high above her even at a distance stunned Alana into silence. Well, that and the glistening sweat over his shoulders and bulging biceps. She was caught even longer in this trance as he removed his shirt in one fluid motion, balling it in his fist to wipe his brow.
Only when Bucky took a step towards the hallway was she shaken from her thoughts. “Bucky! Bucky wait!” It was too late. In three steps he entered the hall, another three and he was in their shared bedroom, no doubt preparing for a shower. Alana sighed, running a hand down her face at her own foolishness. Who could blame her? The man she had no problem complimenting as a god had never looked more like one than he did now.
Alana shook her head; from the hallway came the sound of running water. Forcing herself to remain focused, she secured a higher spot, wishing to be as noticeable as possible when he returned.
It wasn’t more than twenty minutes later his steps approached. Alana stood straight and raised her arms. Bucky wore only a pair of red boxers, his hair down and dripping. He turned into the kitchen and she lowered her arms. Of course; how long will I have to wait? She thought bitterly. The familiar sounds of the coffee machine and fridge opening and closing filled the space, urging her ever growing anxiety.
Then, finally, finally, Bucky approached the couch. Arms up, Alana began shouting, “Bucky! Bucky look down! Help, please!” He held a steaming mug with his flesh hand; before she knew it he was towering over her, eyes focused ahead as he suddenly turned and presented his rear. Dread filled her as she stared at the expansive surface that was her boyfriend’s boxer clad ass. Thankfully, he was descending on the cushion beside her, but that didn’t spare her from the effects of his massive weight crashing down.
The ground beneath her shifted violently, sending her flying from the blanket with a shout. She landed with a bounce on the couch cushion, sliding towards the massive thigh. Alana caught hold of the couch fibers and halted her movement, sucking in air to calm her racing heart as Bucky settled.
Above her, he sipped his coffee, unaware of the turmoil he was causing his minuscule girlfriend. Alana hauled herself up, craning her neck back at the mountains of flesh before her.
“Bucky!” She tried again. “Bucky please! Look down!” The giant man made no motion to show he’d heard her. Alana sighed in defeat and turned towards her next option; the cloth of his boxers was loose, offering numerous footholds and places to grab. If she were lucky, he’d look down and realize it was her as soon as she touched him.
Alana approached slowly, the couch cushion dipping sharply towards his weight. Preparing herself, Alana leapt and grabbed hold of the soft cloth and quickly hauled herself up. She made it to the top without trouble, resting on her knees to catch her breath. Looking up she was greeted by Bucky’s bare stomach and abs, her eyes following his happy trail until it disappeared into his boxers. Alana swallowed the lump in her throat as she realized just how close she was to Bucky’s cock, the only thing separating her tiny form a thin cloth. She forced her attention away and stood, swaying on the uneven surface and looking up. A few stray drops of water remained on his chest, pausing their journey down every few inches.
Again, Alana raised her arms and began to shout. “Bucky! Bucky look-“ just her luck, it was at that time her giant boyfriend decided to shift; his hips slid forward and raised up slightly before settling back down. Alana fell on her back, cries for help turning to startled shouts as once again her world shook.
There was nothing she could do to stop her rolling, the folds of the boxers to big to grab hold of. “Bucky!” She shouted once more before stopping at her destination-the small hammock between the thigh and bulge. The smell hit her then, a mix of soap and natural musk.
“Oh, no. Bucky!” Panicking, Alana struggled to stand, swaying unsteadily. “Bucky damnit look down!” Her hands groped desperately for purchase, for anything she could use to haul herself out of this hell.
Naturally, her efforts led only to Bucky’s bulge. Alana fell still, staring desperately up at her boyfriend for help. His gaze remained fixed ahead on the tv far behind her. Had it really come to this? Her eyes drifted to the cock she’d come to know so well; only then it didn’t dwarf her, as she knew it would now should she wish it.
I just need his attention, she tried to reason with herself, he’ll have to look down, surely! Convincing herself it would be as it had been many times before, Alana hauled herself up and lay over the bulge, working her hands along its length. It responded instantly, pulsing gratefully at her touch.
She looked up to Bucky’s face and found that same distracted expression. Alana worked faster, hauling herself up to straddle his member. This drew out his first sharp breath. Under different circumstances, she may have been into this, and wondered briefly if Buck would feel the same. However, as she turned again to see if Bucky was looking down, her heart sank.
With his eyes closed, Buck tilted his head back to rest against the couch as he received sudden bolts of pleasure to his growing cock.
“Bucky!” She paused her motions and tried once more to call to him. “Bucky look down! I’m down here!”
Instantly noticing the dissipating sensation, the giant super soldier takes matters into his own hand. Dread washed over Alana as a shadow covered her tiny body. She cowered against his cock as almost in slow motion, a giant hand descended upon her.
FYI I'm putting this all here because if I did it any other way I'd end up deleting it. Thank you for putting up with it, and I just want you to know I really enjoy your work, even though I'm anon.
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Billy's hand lazily grabbed his bulge again, rubbing it softly through the fabric. Somehow, it had gotten even bigger, the slight strain in the jean fabric becoming audible now that Jonathan was on the same level. The same hand popped the button open, and with it, the fly seemed to burst downwards, the strain proving too much. Billy pulled it the rest of the way down, and with it, the cock burst up, pointing straight at him through the loose red boxers Billy was sporting.
Jonathan didn't know how the elastic was holding, especially since the cock seemed to be growing even bigger now. He tried scrambling backwards, but at some point throughout this entire song and dance, Billy's hand came to rest behind him, preventing him from moving away from the warm, strong, and bitter smell that was inching closer towards him. He could see a wet spot start to form, darkening the red, before Billy's hand pushed him face-first into it.
His yelp of shock meant his mouth was open by the time he reached it, leading him getting a mouth full of the acrid taste of pre-cum. The heat from the cock-head was unbearable, and every throb shook him as his face stuck to the wet cloth. Enough is enough. He put both his hands against the surface, with it being hard against the touch but throbbing more with the new sensation, and he pushed, peeling his face off of the cloth. He could hear Billy's laugh fall into quick shallow breaths above him, but he couldn't care.
That, of course, it when Billy decided to finally drop the elastic, freeing the meaty, thick, cock that burst upwards, and then fell.
Right on top of him.
part 3
I’m so glad you enjoy it! I’m happy to be a vessel for this story so people get to read it :)
Ugh. Currently obsessed with the idea of my giantess gf grinding me into her favorite pillow….
Lying there helpless as she closes her thighs around its softness, panties already damp. Any movement from me only urges her to go faster, hips rocking as she searches for the best spot to feel me.
Bonus points if she’s sleepy and unaware, spurred into action by my struggles when I realize I’m trapped. Her hips move almost lazily at first, increasing in speed as my attempts to free myself only serve to stimulate her more. Only for her to finish, resuming those slow, lazy motions she’d started with before settling down, pulling her pillow ever closer.
Or or or…sneaking down there to wake her up. There’s no trouble in positioning myself between her thighs, using my hands and whole body to massage her. The pillow traps me quickly, and before long she’s humping into it, into me, greedily, too tired and unaware to realize im down there. Soft moans and whimpers reach my ears, urging me to move faster.
Anyway…A question to all my giants out there; what would you do if you woke up to find me at your crotch after unknowingly getting off on my tiny body?
Char’s parents surprise her with something she has always wanted.
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“After moving a new city and being so far from home we know it must be tough. I remember when my parents dropped me off at Berkley. It felt like I was drowning.” Her mother told her, keeping her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “I was so unbelievably homesick.”
Charlotte smiled softly at her ever-emotional mother, sympathetically nodding as she watched her mother’s eyes fill with fears.
“We’re so happy that you’re so independent but we wanted to get you something to keep you company during this… Transitional period.” Her father explained. “Honey, do you wanna give it to her?”
Her mother nodded “We just, we love you so much, Charlotte.” She wiped her eyes and let out a breath, composing herself. She reached into the bag at her feet and produced a small box.
She placed it in her daughters’ hands and gave her a watery smile.
The box was the equivalent of an undersized Build-A-Bear box; white cardboard with childish doodles over it. It was designed to look like a tiny house, small holes dotted the sides.
Charlotte shot a glance at her parents, who were watching her reaction eagerly, before she pushed the handle down to free the cardboard flaps that kept the box sealed. She looked inside, eyes widening. “No way…”
Her father’s chronically un-silenced phone let out an audible camera click as she looked up at them in shock.
Inside the box, sitting on a bed of pink tissue paper was a miniscule girl, a shrinkee.
Her hair was dark, and long. Her tiny hands were clasped in her lap, she looked up with an innocent nervousness. She smiled weakly up at her new owner.
“We did our research, she’s from an extremely reliable company. They trained her, she’ll listen to you and give advice. She is cuddly and attentive. She should be perfect, Charlotte.” Her mother said with a smile, handing her a small card. It was a certificate.
It had a photo of the shrinkee at the top, she was 20 years old, born only a year before Charlotte, and her name. Molly.
Charlotte stared up at her parents in awe. “Thank you so much…” She carefully set the box down on her bed and hugged her parents.
They cooed and embraced her. “It’s the least we could do. I remember how fascinated you were with them when you were younger.” Her father reminisced. “We thought it was be a perfect gift for you-”
“For this next chapter.” Her mother finished, kissing her cheek.
Her father ruffled her hair, he had always been a bit unsure how to navigate situations with too much emotion. “Well, ah, if we don’t start driving we won’t get home until dark. So we should probably hit the road, kiddo.” He told her with a smile.
She nodded, smiling graciously at them. “I love you guys.” They embraced once more and Charlotte walked them to the door. She laughed softly as her mother began to cry again. Always so emotional.
She waved and closed the door, her hands lingering on the wooden doorframe for a moment. She could hear their footsteps going down the stairs.
She pulled up her hair as she walked back into her bedroom. She sat beside the bed and reached into the small box.
She heard a squeak of surprise from the shrinkee as she pinched her waist and pulled her from the box. She deposited the girl into her palm and held her at eye-level. “Molly, is it?” She murmured, looking her over.
“Y-Yeah, that’s me!” Her voice was soft and sweet. “Y-You’re Charlotte? Your mother said you were so lovely, they really love you! I hope I’ll be a good-”
“It’s Char.” She corrected softly, wetting her lips slightly. “So you’re trained? To do… What exactly?” She asked, keeping her voice low.
“Oh! Um, anything you’d like! I listen to commands, I won’t run away, or uh, get annoying or anything. Like a little built in friend.” Her little cheeks were rosy as she looked up at Char, almost struggling to maintain eye contact.
As she spoke Char sized her up. She was about the height of her middle finger. She was fair, had long dark hair, and she wore a white baby-doll dress. She hummed softly, barely listening to what she was saying. Her head was buzzing.
Without warning she pinched the bottom of her dress and pulled it off of her in one swift movement. Molly yelped and immediately brought her hands up to cover herself.
“Hands down.” Char told her, watching the girl’s face. Shock and fear, she hesitated. “I thought you took commands, hands down.” Char repeated, her tone sharper this time.
Molly bit her lip and dropped her hands to her sides. She was entirely naked besides a baby-blue pair of panties. Char drank her in, her small, perky tits rose and fell with each panicked breath. Her tummy had a faint happy trail leading into her panties. She was fucking perfect.
Char looked at her face, she looked so scared. The human smirked softly, her clit was throbbing. She crossed her legs under herself. She leaned forward and ran her bottom lip over her tits, she listened to the tiny girl’s sudden gasp.
She felt her nipples harden under the contact, she felt the girl plant her tiny hands against her face, fruitlessly trying to push her away. She pressed a kiss to her chest, her plush lips encasing her whole chest. She snuck out her tongue and ran it along the girl’s tits. She tasted of salt and faintly of soap.
She felt the shrinkee’s knees buckle slightly. Molly let out a shuddering breath. She circled her tongue over her nipple and ran her teeth over the fat of her tit. One of the girl’s hands came up to muffle a moan.
Char opened her eyes to look at her little face. She could see the fear in her eyes but the soft noises escaping her showed her giving into the pleasure. Almost as if her body was betraying her.
She pulled off of her and pressed another kiss to her tits.
“Sweet Molly.” She murmured as she pulled away. She glanced down at her panties, smirking as she saw the wet spot on the blue cotton. She hooked her pointer finger under the elastic.
“No!” Molly yelped, hands fastening to her panties; clinging to her dignity.
Char smirked at her and easily pulled them off of her. Molly whimpered and stepped back, stumbling slightly on her fleshy palm. The human watched, her eyes were hungry and sparkling with delight.
She held her pointer finger at her level. “Get off on it.” She told her.
“W-What?” Molly’s voice was soft, nearly inaudible. She looked up at her owner in horror.
“I said get off on it.” Char repeated, “Make yourself cum, orgasm.” She clarified. “Come on.” She told her as she hesitated.
“B-But I… I don’t-”
Char rolled her eyes, “Don’t make me ask again.” She murmured, tone flat and unforgiving.
The shrinkee swallowed thickly and took a shaky step forward, glancing up at Char to make sure she was serious. She stepped up, her owner’s finger between her thighs. She lowered herself onto Char’s pointer. She looked up once more before quickly averting her eyes.
She began to hump into her finger, whimpering weakly. “Good girl.” Char whispered, her tone sickly sweet. “There you go…” She coaxed
She could feel Molly’s dripping cunt against the sensitive pad of her finger. So warm and soft, her flesh wet and eager. The shrinkee whimpered and moaned weakly, rotating her hips to find purchase against her finger.
“Sweet thing, keep going…” She purred, watching the girl’s eyebrows knit together. She flinched at every word. She seemed to find her rhythm, she panted and moaned softly as she humped eagerly into her finger.
Char could tell she was close, her mouth was agape and she was all but slamming her cunt into her fingerpad. The human lifted her chin to face her, watching her eyes snap open. They were watery, scared of what she might do next. “Don’t stop, look into my eyes when you cum.” She commanded.
Molly hiccuped on a soft sob and gasped. Her back arched and her thighs quivered. She was stiff, almost statuesque as she came. Her eyes were locked on Char’s, tears slid down her cheek as slumped against her finger, coming down from the orgasm.
Char smiled and kissed her cheek, licking her tears. “What do you say?” She purred into her ear.
“T-Thank you.” Molly’s voice was weak, nearly inaudible.
“Good.” Char pulled her finger away, sucking off the cum Molly had left behind. She smiled down at her; her thighs were glistening with cum. She pressed a kiss to her belly, admiring the way she flinched from the touch.
Char set her on the bed, seeing her relief as she was put down. She bit back a grin. She stood and tugged off her tee-shirt and unclipped her bra. She watched Molly stare, almost in disbelief before that was quickly replaced with terror. She clicked her tongue, “Don’t worry, sweet thing.” She chuckled. She stripped out of her jeans and panties and sat down on the carpet. “C’mere…” She told her, stretching out her palm.
Hesitantly Molly got to her feet and stumbled into the palm. Char curled it around her, holding the shrinkee in a loose fist. She sat back against the bed, facing her mirror. She spread her legs and dropped Molly onto the carpet.
“Make me cum.” She told her. She bit her lip as Molly looked up fearfully.
“Char, I-I can’t. I-I won’t.” She quickly shook her head and back-pedaled.
“Sweet thing… You have to.” Char told her. “C’mon…” She corralled her with her hand, leading her towards her slick cunt.
“I-I don’t know how…” Molly’s voice broke, she pressed herself back against Char’s hand.
The human girl sighed softly, before she reached down with her other hand. She lifted her outer lips to reveal her clit, already pink and throbbing. “Suck this.” She told her. “Then use your hands everywhere else. You’ll figure out the rest.” She then pushed Molly to her cunt, she thrashed and let out a yell.
Char’s mouth fell open, “Fuck… That works too…” She whispered, humming as her fingers pinned her to her pussy. The shrinkee thrashed and cried out, sobbing softly. Char moaned and lifted her a bit higher, her face level with her clit.
Her thumb pressed her face against it and Char melted back against her beframe. She moaned deeply, “F-Fuck…” She hissed. Her eyes went wide as Molly opened her mouth and began to lick and suck at her. “Jesus… There you go…”
She looked down at her, watching her. Molly had her eyes screwed shut, tears trailed down her cheeks. She gagged slightly as Char pressed the back of her head, making her take the clit in full. “Good girl…” She whispered, “Mmm, that’s it…” She panted.
Char could recall the first time she discovered shrinkee porn. Unlimited internet access, it wasn’t hard to find. With the right key words there were playlists of public porn all over youtube. It was late at night, the family computer.
She stared, eyes glued to the screen as she watched a tiny man’s face being pressed to a giant cockhead. His face crushed into the slit, occasionally breaking free to gasp for air. And even though he was fighting it, his tiny cock was hard as a rock and drooling precum. It was permanently imprinted on her brain.
She looked down at the tiny girl. It was finally her turn.
She cruelly pressed the back of her head, mashing her tiny face into her flesh. She moaned as she renewed her struggles, kicking and thrashing against her. Char couldn’t take it any longer.
With her middle and ring finger she found the back of Molly’s head and began to circle her clit. She could hear Molly occasionally gasping for air.
For a moment Char pulled back,“P-Please! Stop! PLEASE-” She slammed her back into her clit. Char moaned and watched the mirror in front of her. The scene was obscene. Her pink cunt was shining, dripping. Molly’s little legs and arms flailed helplessly beneath her fingers.
“Fuck…” Char panted, speeding up the pace. So close… She thought of the videos she had seen, the porn she had read. She imagined Molly’s perspective, her horror, her pleas…
Char came loudly, throwing her head back. She shoved Molly down her cunt and crossed her legs tightly, sealing her in her cunt. She shuddered with aftershock, panting and blissed out.
She sat there for a moment, feeling Molly quiver and thrash against her flesh. She licked her lips and grabbed her thong. She spread her legs and pulled up her panties.
She stood and adjusted Molly, making sure her face pressed flush to her clit. Char pulled the thong up tight, trapping the shrinkee against her. She hummed, cupping her cunt and running her middle finger along Molly’s back. Molly squirmed which elicited a soft hum and a shiver of delight.
Perfect. Char pulled on her jeans and got dressed. She had dinner with some new friends.
She couldn’t wait to get home and experiment more.
My latest thought to ramble about: Shrinking someone via kisses. A couple is making out. They're giddy at first, one of them peppering the other in kisses and nipping along their jaw and neck. The other is trying to reciprocate but can't seem to keep up. It's a little frustrating, but they're too swept up in the moment to care. Eventually they start to realize that something is off. Their partner's lips seem to take up more space on their body, and even if they aren't taking charge, they find that it's a bit difficult to reach their lover's face without putting in some effort. As time passess, those passive observations become more glaringly obvious. When they finally work up the courage to bring it up, it's only then that the other forces their tongue in their mouth. The two of them moan and cling to eachother, only separating when the air is starved away, and even then, it'd be generous to say that they were taking breaks. The one being overwhelmed notices that their partner now has to physically bend down to reach them. They can no longer fit their tongue entirely in their mouth. And, oh god, did they just pick them up?? When their partner notices that they've caught on, the kisses intensify. They're getting smaller and smaller, easier to maneuver, and more and more flustered. They try to push away from their partner's face, but it's hard to do when they're damn near as big as it. Now that they're too small to kiss properly, lips as big as their torso presses wherever they desire. They smother their face and tease their thighs. And pretty soon, they're going to overtake them entirely.
Something about being a tiny that gets mailed back and forth between long-distance lovers, and it’s so so scary because you get jostled and bruised a lot, but at the end of the journey there’s always someone waiting to shower you with giant kisses and clutch you tightly to their chest and murmur adorations in your ear that are really meant for someone else because you’re the living representation of the love they have for each other. And maybe it’s innocent for them, but when you fall asleep curled up on one of their pillows at night, you imagine them together, wet and grinding against each other with your tiny body caught in the middle.
He’s still got a lil Viktor in him is the thing. He ends up deciding to stay in their world and is like “yeah I won’t bother living in your house or anything… I could probably assume an identity I’ll just say I’m your brother-“ and our Vick is like PLEEEEASE do not do that. Oh my god. We have had sex with each other. Multiple times.
hello it is wednesday and I have some stories I've been wanting to write more of. send me an ask with any of these titles and I will write and post at least three sentences. anon is on, and you may send in multiple so long as they are in separate asks
yousharknotpass
discoholicmusic
kianamaiart
pixelskylines
turnnoffyourmind
