oh. when i asked how big you were and you said "8 inches" i assumed you were just lying about having a huge cock or something. no no im not disappointed. the doll thing is cute. why would i back out of our date now. yeah you can ride in the front pocket of my pinnafore for the trip back to my place, of course :)
James offers to try and shrink Mia himself for some sexy times with Viktor’s supervision and involvement. Things do not go as planned.
M/F/m - Oral sex, vibrators, and straight up penetration with a teeny-tiny guy stuck between it all
“Okay, okay… let me focus. I wanna get this right.” James murmurs into Mia’s ear, reaching up and combing his fingers through her hair.
His fingers first trace down her neck, following the swell of her breast, tracing down her waist and hips, before finally honing in on her already sopping wet cunt. He presses a finger lightly in, rubbing against her throbbing clit.
“Y-You- Ahhhhn-asshole!” Mia croons, back arching upwards. “Shrink me already!”
James smirks, pulling his fingers up and sucking on them slowly, admiring the taste. “And ruin the fun? If I want to truly return the favor, I’ll do it properly.”
Viktor leans back, cradling his wife’s head in his lap, trying to ignore how hard he was getting under her as he spoke.
“You need to picture the size clearly in your mind as you cast- spoken word will be your lifeline until you can seamlessly cast on your own” He tuts, raising a finger.
“Just like every other field of magic, yeah yeah.” James rolls his eyes. “If you can memory manipulate so easily, I can figure out a measly size spell.”
“James-“
“Et facti sunt parvi-“ In an instant, Mia goes from 5 and a half feet tall to… staying the same. Nothing seems to happen, and the weight of her head on his lap stays the same.
“That wasn’t the proper casting! You can’t just- Just say shit in Latin and hope-“ Viktor frantically looks around the bed. “…James?”
His boyfriend had vanished, disappeared into thin air from his idiotic attempt at impromptu spell casting.
“James? Are you-“ Mia sits up, leaning further into Viktor’s embrace as the two of them survey the bedsheets.
“…ktor? Mi?” Both of their earpieces statically come to life, James’ voice ringing out clearly after a few seconds of re-connection.
“Oh, thank god-“ Mia breathes out. “Where-“
The minute sensation of movement on her pubic mound answered her before she could finish her question. Slowly, gently, she sits further up, wrapping her husband’s arms around her body as she glances down towards the feeling.
“Did you spot him?” Viktor asks, squirming beneath her. “Is he okay? Where did he-“
“I’m fine, you dick!” James yells. “Our wife’s bush cushioned my fall!”Mia rolls her eyes at his crudeness. “Why didn’t you tell me this was a possible side effect?!”
“Because that wasn’t the fucking spell I taught you!” Viktor snaps back- loud enough his own voice reverbs through James’ earpiece and back into his own. “Damn it.” He curses under his breath, gently shimmying out from under his wife and crawling down towards the foot of the mattress where James had been seated previously. He positions himself between his wife’s thighs, squinting down at her pubic mound as Mia makes herself comfortable amongst the pillows behind her.
“Why didn’t you follow what I told you to do?” He scolds the gnat-sized speck jumping up and down amongst the forest of hairs.
“I did! Kind of!” Their boyfriend rebuttals. “I… borrowed one of your spellbooks. Figured if you could do high-level memory rearrangement like that, then intermediate size magic would be… I dunno, easy?”
Viktor huffs, grabbing Mia’s legs and firmly pressing them down to either side, enticing a started squeak from his wife as he leans down closer.
“You took my-?”He rubs the bridge of his nose for a moment, removing his glasses and setting them aside. Mia graciously places them on the nightstand for him. “No fucking wonder you got so small so fast.”
He reaches forward, tamping down some of the hairs next to James with his finger as he offered the digit as a kind of bridge. “You’re lucky it worked. Using a high-level spell like that without practice could’ve killed you.”
He expectantly nudges his finger towards James to pull him away, to which James deliberately ignores.
“Well…” he throws his hands up in the air. “I’m already down here. Might as well get to experience… yknow-“
“Absolutely not.” Viktor butts in. “You’ve got no protective charms, no reversal readied up- if you die because of my wife’s….” He stammers. “Her… y’know! I-I’d-“ his face slowly shifts to a pink hue in embarrassment.
“I can only get so horny about this, please!” James barks back snarkily. “Just put some durability magic on me while I’m here! Cmon, Mi, let me have a little fun!”
“I…” Mia murmurs as Viktor looks expectantly, praying for her to agree with his stance. “I mean, you could just cast a protection charm on him now, right?” Her hand snakes downwards, meeting Viktor’s and cupping over their little captive. “We were gonna make me small, sure, but… I’m still fine with this…”
Viktor parses his lips.
“The two of you are going to kill me.”
Abruptly, Viktor pulls himself up, moving his wife’s hand away before splaying his fingers out onto her bush as his thumb presses against her clit. She lets out a high-pitched breathy keen as her husband mumbles something out.
There’s a rushing wave of electricity being seemingly pulled out through her body, concentrating on a small point between where her husbands fingers lie.
“There.” He pants, leaning back onto his calves as she scowls down at James, who, likewise, was leaning against one of the treelike pubic hairs around him, trying to catch his breath. “I transferred the protective charm id put on you into him. It’s probably a little…overwhelming, considering his size. That amount of mana being forced into him was a lot but-“ the corners of his mouth perk into a sly smile. “He’ll survive.”
“That-“ their boyfriend’s voice crackles through both of their earpieces, exaggeratingly gasping for air. “That felt like I was getting fucking TAZED TO DEATH!”
“Oh no~” Viktor rolls his eyes, stretching and triggering a light popping in his spine as he does so. “How horrible. Truly, the worst thing that could’ve happened to you today.”
“If you keep being a dick, I’ll kick your ass when I’m back to normal.”
There’s a few moments of silence before Viktor leans up, hoisting himself above his wife. With a gentle smile, he cups her face in his hand.
“I’m about to do something really mean.” He whispers to her, a mischievous glint in his eye as his hand move up, plucking the earpiece out of her ear. “You don’t need to hear it. Just know he’ll be fine, okay?”
Mia glances down between their bodies. Even if she can’t quite feel him beyond a minuscule itch- knowing James was down there and just how small he had to be was driving her crazy. Biting her lip, she nods.
“Good. That’s my good girl.” Viktor chuckles, planting a kiss on her neck before leaning back onto his haunches and getting off the bed for a moment. He digs through the nightstand on Mia’s side of the bed, pulling out her vibrator after some rummaging.
“Hey-“ James yells out, scrambling to remain upright as he digs his fingers into the pink, wet skin around him. The light above him eclipses itself in white. The low-drawn out rumbling told him all he needed to know even if he couldn’t see the whole thing. “DONT YOU DARE-“
Viktor presses the head of the wand against Mia’s clitoral area, smothering James in her scent and excretions.
“VIKTOR!” He screams, instantly muffled out by the reverberating vibrations through his earpiece, getting dragged further in by the movement.
“V-Vick!” Mia whimpers, back arching as she thrusts upwards into the toy. “Don’t- don’t hurt him too much…” she murmurs, forcing deep breaths to keep from getting overwhelmed off the bat.
“He’ll be fine.” Viktor reassures, using the wand in a humping motion against her groin, steadily increasing the pressure he applies against her with every motion of his wrist.
“Mmm- Viktorrrr~” Mia moans out, white-knuckle gripping the bedsheets around her. “Fuck, fuck, you make me feel so-“ she breathes in sharply.
The toy continues to whirr, pounding against James in a brusingly brutal rhythm. He flails, grabbing for any kind of solid “ground” he can find as silicone beats into his back, shoving his face into the seemingly endless warm flesh in front of him. His fingers manage to weakly grasp her cliroral hood, enticing a loud, drawn out moan from the behemoth below and around him which seems to only pull him in deeper.
Viktor pulls the toy away, raising an eyebrow as he leans closer for a better look in on James’ condition as his mic goes silent.
“Is he okay?” Mia cocks her head, ready to fish him out with her fingers. Viktor grabs at her wrist just as she crests her thigh though, and instead lies down on his stomach between her legs.
“I’ll get him.” Viktor smiles up at her, pressing his nose against her pubic hair and sniffing in deeply before tentatively beginning to lap at the bounty in front of him.
His tongue pushes deeper against her, focusing on intensifying her pleasure and ignoring the incessant whining that had started up again in his earpiece to the best of his ability. Still, the simple knowledge that James was there, trapped between he and his wife in such an intimate moment, only served to encourage Viktor further.
James sputters in his ear- likely getting mouthful upon mouthful of Mia’s discharge, and more than likely some of Viktor’s spit as well. He almost feels bad for him. Almost. Then he remembered the only way for James to have gotten ahold of the spellbooks that had the size magic needed to make him that small would be to break into his apartment- and that sympathy wears off.
Instead, he focuses on Mia. Upping his suckling and kissing of her cunt until he hones in on the most minute movements against his tongue. His pathetic little boyfriend seemed to be trying to find something to grip onto in the sea of smooth pussy that had been surrounding him. If Viktor really focused, he could feel his hands scrambling against his individual tastebuds, like some kind of ocean-based rock climber, being thrown about by the waves of spit and pussy juice around him.
The (currently) bigger wizard suctions the wriggling form of James to the roof of his mouth, letting himself swallow a mouthful of nectar and saliva with a hearty GULP- and is met with intense thrashing against the tip of his tongue.
His voice cracks in fear through the earpiece “N-NO! NO! VICK, PLEASE, CMON! PLEASE DONT SWALLOW… me?” Trembling, he’s nearly blinded by the light of the bedroom as Viktor spits him back out onto Mia’s bush, the Giant’s shit-eating grin taking up most of his vision.
“You are…” he pants. “Such a dick.”
“And you broke into my apartment.” Viktor rebuttals, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm.
“We-We’re looking into buying a house together!” The speck argues.
“And I still want to.” Viktor’s titanic form leans over, pale skin covering the “sky” above his little boyfriend as he inserts Mia’s earpiece back into her ear. “… but that doesn’t make my shit your shit. If that goes though, I’m locking my important magic things in a safe. And if you break into that-“ he fiddles with the frequency dial on Mia’s earpiece until she clicks back into their channel. “I’ll punish you like this again.”
“What if I-“ Mia starts slyly, to which Viktor presses a finger against her lips.
“Don’t think you’re free from my wrath either, missy.” He scolds playfully, replacing his finger with a kiss. “Even worse if you get into it- your body isn’t made to contain the intensity of mana I work with.”
“Yes, sir~” She laughs lightly, sitting straighter up in bed.
James shrieks into his microphone, tumbling downwards and back towards the ginormous pink cavern he’d so narrowly escaped from. Shaking, he clings to one of her pubes hanging from the outskirts of her labia like a lifeline.
“HOW CAN EITHER OF YOU ENJOY THIS?!” He screams, voice raw. “I-I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING FLEA!”
“That’s what makes it hot.” Mia retorts, making eye contact with Viktor as both share a look of humor towards their boyfriend’s attitude.
Mia lightly giggles. “So…” she bites her lip“Ready to fuck me, big guy?
Viktor smiles against her mouth, wrapping his arms around her neck as he kisses her again. “Certainly.”
He reaches down, pulling her legs apart with a bit of umph, and moves to untangle James from the hair around himself.
James wails, trying and failing to hold onto the wiry rope-like hairs beneath him. He plummets downwards, again into the heated cavern of his girlfriend’s cunt.
“Ready?” Viktor calls down to him, positioning his cock that was much, much bigger than his boyfriend currently was with Mia’s entrance.
Mia bites her lip as James scrambles for purchase, pressing himself flat against Mia’s clit as the behemoth under him slowly inserts itself.
God damn it. As much as he wanted to curse and tell Viktor to knock it off… something about it. The smell, the taste, hell, the visuals were starting to all form an intoxicating show he couldn’t seem to look away from. He felt like a flea, sure, but even then, the draw of being the size of an insect and privy to the intimacy pressing in on him from both sides… shit, was he starting to get it? It certainly was starting to appeal to him when he wasn’t being battered on all sides by a vibrator or a tongue.
“Be… be gentle.” He murmurs.
Viktor rolls his eyes, though his reaction is met with Mia giving him a firm slap on the arm.
“You had your fun.” She scolds. “I don’t want you to scare him out of ever doing this again.”
“Okay, okay…” he mumbles sheepishly, eye twitching as he half-hilts into his wife. “I-I’ll start slow.”
James watches below him with awe. Mountainous flesh against mountainous flesh, the wet slapping echoing in his ears… somehow, he was starting to feel left out.
Furrowing his brow, he turns his head, and bites down onto the skin he was clinging to as hard as he can.
The ground beneath him trembles as Mia reacts to the stimulus, arching herself up and forcing Viktor fully into herself. She moans, loud enough it reverberates though all three of their earpieces.
“J-James!” She gasps out, squeezing her eyes shut as he continues his assault. “F-fuck!”
“Weren’t you just going on about how you hated this?” Viktor asks through clenched teeth, readying himself for another thrust into his wife.
James lifts his head, gasping for air as the sticky threads of Mia’s discharge cling to his head. “I didn’t say to ignore me down here, did I?!” He sputters.
“You are-“ Viktor drives himself in and out rhythmically. “Such a-“ Faster and faster, wet slaps and gentle moans from Mia’s mouth fill the room. “Shithead!”
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of his wife’s thighs as he fucks her- harder and harder. Internally, he was trying to keep up with James’ attempt at pleasing her. An animalistic competition he wasn’t even entirely aware that he was taking part in.
James refuses to give in to Viktor’s strength, clinging to the soaked skin around him and forcing whatever juices had accumulated onto his nose and mouth out with heavy breaths outward. He gives a solid punch to the button in front of him, enticing yet another tremble from the gargantuan woman beneath him.
Her body doesn’t stop reacting this time, though. And even as she orgasmed, Viktor’s rapid fire pistoning into his wife only seemed to quicken. The mass around the little man shook and shifted- almost like it was refusing to let him forget that he was actively inside of a living thing.
Before he can react, the behemoth of Viktor’s cock abruptly pulls out, coating Mia’s pubic mound with sticky, hot cum-which quickly dripped down onto James’ position before he could properly run away. Both giants moans shook the little guy to his core.
He was so lost in the moment, he hadn’t realized one of them had fished him out and scooped him up with a finger full of cum. Not until an eyeball ten times bigger than he was took over the sky above him. He squints, trying to discern which of the seemingly celestial bodies had rescued him. Blue iris. Mia.
“… you okay?” She whispers, squinting back at the speck flailing in her grasp. “Ew.”
“Whaddya mean ew-“ he’s cut off as his viewpoint falls from her eye to her mouth, opening and depositing him into it before he can actually react to the change. “MI-“ he screams as her tongue rolls him around. At the very least, she was being gentler with it that Viktor had been.
He flails, yet again assaulted by taste buds as big as he was as he’s washed with his girlfriend’s saliva. Round and round, she swishes him about until she sucks him free from his sticky prison. Only then does she spit him out into the palm of her hand.
He falls to his knees, gasping for fresh air.
“STOP. DOING THAT.” He yells, noticeably worn out from the full-body workout.
“Aww… he’s gettin’ pissy…” Mia coos, wiggling a massive finger at him which he fails to slap away.
“Alright… give ‘em here.” Viktor murmurs, offering his own palm for James to be deposited into. “Let’s get you back to normal so I can scold you properly.”
James pouts, tapping his fingers together. “… and praise me properly, too?”
Viktor lets out a rumbling chuckle.
“Sure.” He gives the speck on the center of his palm a light kiss. “That, too.”
your mind is so beautiful. im obsessed. i dont even want to litigate over the morals of this one im just mentally playing in this space with u rn. what if i was a naughty little mothgirl and mommy tortured me with stinky mothballs
if your country has or could have commuter trains would you take a train to a destination cooly without thinking much of it OR would you play it a little coy whenever the train shows up to the platform and flashes open its sexy little doors at you yearning for your attention for you to fall into its mouth but you look away seemingly uninterested and as it closes its doors defeated and leaves the station and you catch a glimpse of all the seats and handles and even tables in some compartments and as it pulls away you allow yourself to shudder with pleasure at the sound of the engine and you think about what it would be like to get consumed by this megafaunal steel block so you show up to the station day after day never quite getting onto the train but giving it just enough teasing to build the tension between you and this 500 ton beast of steel and plastic and you want to be trapped like a little fly inside its maw and explore its teeth and throat and trachea and into its stomach and feel yourself dissolve into the walls and become one with it but that can't happen just yet maybe it can never happen and it certainly cant be of your own volition to step in and get swallowed because whats important to you is that the chase never ends whats important is that it can never catch you or else the fun is over it can never stuff you into its jaws because its locked into a destiny of eternal edging unless you give it release and you stand at its precipice with its teeth and tongue and lips slick with oily salivation but you never quite fall no matter how much the poor trapped train flaps its stupid pathetic flimsy doors and coaxes you with the desperate voice inside the cabin announcing arrivals and departures no what really gets you off is the cruelty of it all the way you can burden it with human desires far beyond its own capacity to form them the way you can transform its dutiful burden of carrying passengers to and fro into a frustrating hateful drive of pleasure and you hope that one day it'll slide off its steel guides and finally squish you like the bug you are like a little defenseless prey-thing so naughty for having teased it for so long you want utter annihilation at the hands of a great big nasty oily puffing charging engine with no care for its own life just solely wholly focused on getting you in, on, or around it and you want to make sure both you and the train become so twisted by the chase that the pleasure awaiting you at the destination can no longer be distinguished from the pain of the journey and the hedonism just keeps adapting to baser and baser wishes until sex and death are a singular simultaneous yearning? which one would you pick
(Leona with rodent!Syn won, so here it is! Takes place the same week of Late Night Check In, so Leona is a bit salty about Syn’s disappearance AND finding out that Malleus and them hang out.
Also… yes, I may or may not have actually tripped like this before, but fuck off. I know I’m clumsy, lol. Also, yeah, Syn’s a gerbil but ‘Clumsy Gerbil’ doesn’t sound as good.)
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TW/CW: Soft, safe, nonsexual oral G/t vore and a bit of mouthplay
“Your tail’s twitching,” Ruggie said in mild amusement, glancing over said appendage as it flicked back and forth irritably.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leona crossed his arms over his chest and looked as casual as can be, though the illusion was broken by an even stronger twitch of his tail that threatened to flick high enough to knock off anything too close to the edge of the table. His ear twitched at Ruggie’s signature snicker.
“Sure ya don’t,” the hyena raised his arms to lace his fingers behind his head, mischievously adding, “I heard Malleus has been less sulky than usual these last few days.”
“RUGGIE.” Leona practically snarled, making the shorter man yelp.
“Aw, what’s that,” Ruggie asked rhetorically, covering his nervousness at Leona’s snap. “I forgot to take your clothes to the cleaners? Lemme take care of that real quick.”
The hyena quickly left the room while Leona glared at his retreating form for a few seconds. Once Ruggie was out of the room, Leona scoffed and growled to himself.
“Tch. That fucking lizard…”
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“This is DEFINITELY not the right color,” Syn sighed, putting their hands on their hips as they looked at the far too orange concoction they’d ended up with in the small personal cauldron Professor Crewel had let them borrow for this extra credit assignment.
i hate when people are like “i really understand what it’s like to be Prey… to look up into the jaws of a predator and know it’s my purpose to be Consumed…” like bitch no, prey runs away, you’re some other shit
Description: A macro/micro vore romance fantasy involving a very gluttonous giant man who captures a tiny woman. This follows the same plot as my other story The Giant, but is told entirely from Chester's perspective (Pred POV). General content warning: this story is NSFW/18+!! Will contain vore, sex, and violence!
Chapters/ Word Count: TBD
(Table of Contents will go here as chapters are uploaded): Chapter 2
CW for Ch. 1: soft fatal unwilling vore, digestion mention, hard vore/ blood mention
Word Count: 841
------ Chapter 1: Humans are Food ------
“Eat it.”
I stared down at the squirming creature trapped in my fist. It was a miniature man, reflecting my own image in every way, only on a ridiculously small scale. He had dexterous hands with delicate fingers that clawed at my own, far larger index finger wrapped around him. His stubby legs, enveloped in the hollow of my fist, kicked my palm in a futile effort to escape. His wide, frightened eyes rolled in his puny head, a head so fragile that I could pinch it between my thumb and index finger and crush it like a grape, if I were so inclined. He had tufts of hair on his balding head, and a comically small mustache clinging to his upper lip. His voice came out in small squeaks as he begged and pleaded at me for a chance at life. He wore a colorful shirt with a flashy design that was too small and intricate for me to make out.
I looked up at my father, Ajax. He was a broad-shouldered, muscular, hairy giant, with an eyepatch and a ropy scar trailing down his wrinkled face. He wasn’t pleased with me, not at all. My brother Jasper had devoured his human and slurped the blood off his fingers without hesitation, delighting in the rare treat. I, on the other hand, was paralyzed.
My father crouched down to my level and planted his sinewy, roughened hand on my shoulder. My knees bent under his weight, not only his physical mass but the burden of his expectations upon me. He scrutinized me with his single dark eye, narrowed with displeasure. “Chester. Eat your human.”
I remained silent. I glanced down at the tiny man, who wasn’t even as tall or wide as my pinky finger, then back up at my father again. I tried to blink away my rising anxiety, but my father saw right through me, as if I were made of stained glass.
“Son. I know they look like us, and can talk like us, but you should not feel anything for them. To do so is wrong, and upsets the natural order of the world. They are nothing more than a food source, our most nutritious and delicious prey. I need you to understand that.”
I swallowed and slowly nodded, even though I didn’t entirely understand why he was so fixated, so adamant, regarding this repeated dogma. Ajax leaned forward; I could smell his sweat and feel the raw strength of his muscles as he tightened his grip on my shoulder. “Don’t disappoint me, Chester.” His voice lowered into a threatening growl as he repeated his command. “Eat him.”
I raised the tiny man up to my lips. His movements and shrieks became more frantic as he realized what was happening. I inhaled through my nose, imbibing his seductive scent. My mouth began to water and my stomach grumbled fervently. Despite my misgivings, my body knew all too well what it urgently craved.
I gently wrapped my lips around his upper body. I’d try my best to minimize his suffering, at least; I wouldn’t mash him into a pulp with my teeth, like Jasper did to his victim. That thought flitted through my head, but immediately dissipated as soon as my tongue touched the human’s skin. He had a salty, cheesy flavor that I couldn’t resist. My tongue scooped up his legs and I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
The burst of taste on my tongue, along with his thrashing, awakened the ravenous predator within me. I turned the living morsel over and over with my tongue, savoring his flesh; I rolled him from cheek to cheek, salivating profusely; I nearly bit down on him, to break his skeletal structure to splinters, until I recalled how delightful live prey felt, when fighting for survival in my gut. I gulped him down, relishing the sensation of his tiny arms and legs throbbing against the superior muscular contractions of my esophagus.
My stomach received the tender meat eagerly. My body enveloped him, holding him in a deathly embrace as his desperate pleas resonated through the hollow cavities of my interior. I winced, yet my nerves were alight with a cascade of pure pleasure. I couldn’t deny how right I felt, with living prey inside me to finally fill the endless void of hunger. My hand lowered to my midsection; I lightly touched it against the barrier of flesh that now divided my extremities from the miniature human, and I could sense his feeble kicks from the other side, desperately seeking an escape. My belly warbled in jubilation as the digestive enzymes began to slowly break him down.
My father smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder again. He performed the deed in his own distinctly bizarre fashion, twisting his lips into an awkward grimace that crinkled the weathered skin at the corner of his eye. Any positive emotion from him was a rare sight to behold, but I found the display more unsettling than cheerful.
“Good boy.”
Chapter 2
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