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While they're having sex Kieran asks if they can experiment with Omari's size-shifting.
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Omari gasped as Kieran shoved him against the wall, mouth crashing into his in a searing kiss. Exhilaration crept up his spine at the heat of it—want pulling and pushing at him as their tongues crashed into each other. “Fuck…” He panted softly into the man’s mouth.
They were intertwined entirely, Kieran’s hands were buried in his hair and Omari’s were desperately fisting his shirt. A moan slipped from Kieran’s lips as Omari hiked his hands under his shirt, his hands ran up his stomach, over his nipples, his navel, whatever he could reach.
His hands gripped his waist and pulled him impossibly closer.
He felt his lips twitch into a smirk and shuddered as the man’s hand ran up his back, “You’re so fucking hot.” Kieran mumbled, his hand pressing to the back of his neck to pull him closer.
Their lips locked together; Omari slid his hands under his arms and over his broad shoulders. “Bedroom…” His voice was soft and hoarse. “Now…” His lips brushed Kieran’s with each word, not daring to put space between them.
Kieran grinned and reluctantly detached his lips from Omari, like it physically pained him to stop. Omari chased his lips instinctively, pressing one more easy kiss to his lips.
Kieran pulled him back, steering him towards his room. Omari stumbled backwards, laughing as he trusted Kieran to guide him. He yelped as he fell back onto the bed, watching as Kieran tugged off his shirt. Omari swallowed thickly and propped himself up on his elbows to take him in. He was so fucking hot, tattoos scrawled up his side, curled around his nipples. His brain was buzzing; he wanted to taste them, trail them with his tongue.
“Like what you see?” Kieran teased as Omari wet his lips.
He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. He looked at Omari, challenging him.
Omari slid off the bed and onto his knees. The cotton in front of him was hot and full. He opened his mouth and tasted him through the fabric. He felt the man’s half-hard cock twitch through the thin fabric, He whimpered softly, hands coming up behind him to massage his ass. By the time he pulled back the boxers were tented, straining under the man’s arousal.
He looked up at Kieran through his lashes, the man’s hands laced in his hair and tugged him forward. Omari pulled down the man’s boxers, letting them drop. He licked his lips before pressing a wet, warm trail of kisses along his hipbone. Kieran groaned and Omari smirked.
“Fuck… You’re such a tease…” The man whined, his hand tugging Omari’s hair.
With that Omari took him into his mouth, delighted by the moans above him. Music to his ears. Kieran raked his fingers through Omari’s hair encouragingly as he swirled his tongue over his head.
“Jesus…” Kieran hissed, bucking into his mouth as sucked him off. “Fuck, Omari…”
He sucked with vigor, breathing through his nose and hollowing his cheeks. He wanted to impress him, make him feel good. His hands pulled him closer as he began to buck into his mouth. He looked up through his lashes, meeting Kieran’s eyes.
His mouth was agape, eyes glazed in pleasure, he moaned and threw his head back. Omari dutifully swallowed his load before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Kieran guided him to his feet and he was kissed deeply.
Omari pulled away with a smile, he let Kieran tug off his shirt. He let him lower him to the bed. And watched as climbed on top of him, straddling him. Omari’s hands traced the tattoos spiraling up his side.
Kieran smirked, his thumb ran along the edge of the tape on Omari’s chest. He licked his lips and hesitated.
Omari cocked his head and grinned, “What?” He asked, searching his face.
Kieran met his eyes, “Could you shrink for me?”
Instantly everything shifted. The smile on his face faltered. “What?”
Kieran’s hands trailed along his abdomen. “Well, I know you can and I’ve just… never seen you do it before.”
“So you want me to do it now?” He cocked a brow, unable to hide the disgust on his face. “Are you fucking with me right now?” Omari asked, grabbing his chin so Kieran would meet his eyes.
Kieran blinked in surprise. “What? C’mon I’ll make you feel good, baby.” He whispered, leaning forward to catch his lips.
Omari let him kiss him, trying to think this through. His instinct was to push him off, cuss him out for being a creep and leave. But this was their third hookup, he’d never brought it up prior. Sloan had introduced them, Omari knew they wouldn’t encourage him to sleep with some pervert. Plus they ran in the same circles, always at the same parties, if he walked out now things could get messy. “Please, Omari?” Kieran mumbled into his mouth.
He took advantage of the man’s eyes being closed to roll his. “Fine.” Omari mumbled, pushing himself back on the bed. He put distance between them.
“Really?” Kieran’s excitement was almost laughable. “Cool.”
“Yeah, but you’ve gotta be gentle. And if I tell you to stop, listen. Got it?” His voice was sharp, still a bit uncertain about this. All hookups were based on trust, taking chances. This wasn’t any different.
Kieran nodded quickly. “For sure, I’ll be careful. I swear.” He promised, flashing him a reassuring smile.
Omari looked at him once more before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. He willed himself to shrink. Five inches; he was good at controlling it, it had taken years of practice. He opened his eyes, blinking away the vertigo.
“Holy shit.” Kieran breathed, even while whispering his voice was so much louder, almost echoing. Omari looked up, watching as the man laid in front of him. “Hey.” He whispered, smiling softly.
His hand came behind him, carefully cupping his back. His thumb brushed over his chest before gently over his jaw. Kieran smiled softly. “Can I kiss you?” He asked softly.
Omari shivered before nodding. He hated feeling so nervous, he closed his eyes as Kieran’s lips pressed into his face. They were gentle, warm, and plush. He felt stupid for making this a big deal, he trusted Kieran. He was gentle and kind, he wasn’t the type to overstep. He melted into the kiss and brought his hand up to touch his jaw; it was dizzying to remember this was the man he was sucking off just moments ago.
Kieran pulled away with a soft smile. Omari gripped his thumb as Kieran lifted him carefully, he watched the giant toss aside the boxers he’d shrank out of. He gasped softly as the man’s pinkie came up between his thighs.
“You’re so wet.” He mumbled with a grin, “Does this turn you on?” He asked as he brushed his pinkie along his cunt, the tip pressing into his dick.
Omari arched his back. “Fuck.” He mumbled, “Yeah, Kieran please-” He rutted into his finger, glancing up at the giant.
His eyes were sparkling. “God you’re perfect.” He mumbled, “Can I eat you out?”
Omari nodded eagerly, “Please…” He whispered breathlessly. Kieran laid him on the pillow and he caught his breath as the man leaned forward.
It had been at least a year since he’d hooked up with anyone at this size, he forgot how sensitive he got. Kieran pressed his lips to his chest, his stomach, his tongue sneaking into his navel. Omari watched, whimpering at the warmth of his tongue. He watched the giant nose between his thighs and gripped the pillow case desperately.
The tip of his nose brushed between his lips before quickly being replaced with his tongue. The moan that came out of Omari was choked and frantic. “Kieran…” He whimpered as the tongue ran along his cunt before circling his dick. It throbbed as he sucked at it carefully. He threw his head back into the pillow.
His grip on the pillow case was white knuckled. “You like that?” Kieran mumbled into his cunt, his tongue ran over his thighs as he eagerly lapped at the tiny man.
If Omari wasn’t so overcome with pleasure he would’ve laughed, such a stupid question. He arched his back and spread his legs. “S-Slower…” He hissed.
He panted as the tongue dragged along his pussy, slow, deliberate. The tip of his tongue ran along his dick, pressing it between his tongue and upper lip. Omari’s legs shook and he whined; he could feel Kieran’s eyes on him.
He opened his eyes and glanced up. Omari met his massive eyes, they were drinking him in. Glazed over the same way they’d been when Omari had been sucking him off. He choked on a moan, “Kieran, I’m… Fuck-” He thrusted against the man’s tongue. Omari choked on a sob and he was gone; the orgasm hit him like a truck. He allowed Kieran to lap at the cum dripping out of him before the sensitivity set in, and he pushed himself back.
He laid back, mouth open and panting as his head buzzed. “Jesus…” He whimpered, he reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. He looked up and shot a tired smile at Kieran, who smirked back. The giant leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to his jaw, his massive chin resting carefully on his chest. Omari carefully ran his hand along his massive cheekbone. “Was this everything you were dreaming of?” He teased.
Kieran laughed softly and nodded. “And more.” He whispered. “I’ve never slept with someone tiny, but I’ve always wanted to.”
“Yeah, I gathered.” Omari chuckled softly. He kissed his nose gently. “Is that, the uh, reason you wanted to fuck me?” He asked hesitantly, insecurity spiking his heart.
Kieran thought for a moment, “Kind of, but you’re also really hot and cool.” He told him with a smile. “When I found out you could size-shift it was kind of a bonus.” He shrugged, turning a bit bashful.
Omari smiled softly, he was relieved to be in control of the conversation. “I think you’re really hot and cool too, Kieran.” He told him as his hand ran over his cheek.
He smiled and leaned into the gentle touch. “Can I ask you something?” He asked, waiting for Omari’s nod. “What’s the smallest you ever got?”
Omari pushed off his unease, he was just curious… He licked his lips, taking a deep breath as he thought about it. “I was a lot younger, like high school and I had this like… Meltdown, I ended up shrinking to like… Half a centimeter.” He watched Kieran’s eyes widen as he tried to imagine how small that would be. “It was insane and horrifying. Obviously.” Kieran nodded, frowning softly. “When I was a teenager I was just so dysregulated, my emotions were all over the place everything felt like the end of the world, I was constantly shrinking, it would last for like… Days at a time.”
“How did you fix that?” Kieran asked softly.
“Moving out of my parents house, transitioning, and mood stabilizers,” he answered easily. “It’s fine now,” he added as Kieran’s eyes shifted towards pity. “I can control it, shrink whenever I want, clearly.” He gestured to himself.
Kieran smiled softly and nodded.“Well, y’know I’d take care of you if you were ever stuck like that right?”
Omari stared at him, unease creeping up on him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Shut up.” He mumbled, averting his eyes from the adoring eyes that peered down at him.
“What?” The giant chuckled, pecking the side of his head. “It’s like the whole ‘I would love you if you were a worm’ thing.” He teased.
Omari winced. “Yeah but I’m not a fucking worm, Kieran.” He snapped, shoving his face. “Just because I’m small doesn’t make me a bug.” He shifted in discomfort, suddenly wishing he was big again.
The giant blinked in surprise and lifted his chin off of him. “Omari, C’mon. You know I don’t mean it like that.”
“Really? You could’ve fooled me.” He grit his teeth. “God I…” He felt hurt, he’d trusted this guy. “You love this shit and it’s disgusting. I can see right through you. It’s not cute, it’s disturbing, Kieran.”
When he finally lifted his gaze the eyes he met were cold, icy. Full of disdain. Fear washed over him, he pushed himself up. “I’m going home, Kieran.” He told him, willing his voice not to tremble.
“Why are you being so weird about this?” Kieran asked, frowning down at him.
Omari’s eyes widened, “Why am I being so weird about this?” He laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“We were having a good time, you were enjoying this, Omari.” He frowned, sitting up. The sheer size of him made Omari’s stomach drop.
“We were-” He bit his tongue, worried he might piss him off more he glanced around the room. Where the fuck did he leave his phone? “Kieran, I need you to call Sloan right now. I’m serious.” He hesitated. “I had a great time, and I, I really like you. And you know that.” Which is why this was all that much more painful. “But I need to go home now, okay?” Omari’s words were measured and careful.
He watched his face nervously, “This is so fucking stupid.” Kieran hissed, shoving himself off the bed. He tugged on his boxers and grabbed Omari’s phone from his jeans. He tossed it towards him on the bed and left the room. The door slammed loudly.
Omari jumped as the door slammed, he wiped his eyes and crawled to his phone. He shakily stamped his hand into the keypad; dialing his roommate’s number. It immediately went to voicemail, he winced and hung up before calling again. Their stupid fucking do not disturb. They picked up on the second ring.
“Yo! What’s-”
“I need you to come get me, like now.” His voice was soft and trembling, worried that Kieran was listening from outside the door.
For the moment the line was silent, “Are you… Did you shrink?”
Omari groaned in frustration, “Yes, I need you to get me. Hurry, please.” He whimpered, running his hand through his hair nervously. It seemed like the urgency finally clicked; he could hear them grabbing their keys and opening the front door.
“Give me like ten minutes, should I, do you need me to stay on the line?” They asked, wind distorting their voice as they ran to the car.
Omari bit his lip hard and shook his head, before remembering they couldn’t see him. “No, just,” He winced as his voice cracked, “Just hurry. Please.” He mumbled, voice unsteady.
He hung up and swallowed back a sob. He wiped his eyes quickly. “Fuck.” He whimpered. He felt so fucking naive; vulnerable and small on this massive bed. Why had he ever agreed to shrink? Omari really fucking liked this guy, he trusted him. He felt like such an idiot. He took a deep breath and stood, wincing at how wet he still was.
He should’ve known, how could he not know? He thought back on every moment between them, searching for any indication of his fetish. He considered what he could’ve done to him and shuddered. He swallowed thickly and stood; he climbed onto the bedside table and tugged a tissue from the box. He wrapped it around himself like an oversized blanket. He stiffened as the door opened.
He turned to see Kieran, “I would never hurt you Omari.” He murmured. “I’ve always… I’ve always had a fascination with tiny people. I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with me…”
Omari frowned, stepping back on the table. “I never… I never said that there was anything wrong with you-”
“But you’re fucking, looking at me like that! You’re looking at me like I’m a fucking monster!” He shouted, Omari flinched. “I didn’t do anything wrong! You agreed to this!” He snapped, Omari’s eyes watered helplessly. “This is so fucking stupid…” In two easy strides Kieran was able to close the distance between them, Omari stepped so far back that his heels were at the edge of the bedside table. Kieran leaned down; he was so close that Omari could feel his breath. “I should just-”
The doorbell rang out, a cheery ding that echoed throughout the house. For a moment everything was still, Omari held his breath and watched as Kieran grit his teeth before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Omari felt like his knees were gonna give out, he hugged himself helplessly and dissociated until Sloan came running into the room. They spotted Omari and carefully scooped him up. They’d held him a million times, the hands were familiar… Safe.
Kieran stood in the doorframe. “Don’t forget his shit.” He muttered.
Sloan held him to their chest and grabbed his phone and the clothes off the floor before pushing past Kieran. They didn’t say a word to him. Omari curled his hands into Sloan’s shirt as they ran to the car. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” They asked nervously.
Omari could only shake his head. He hiccuped on a weak sob, he was trembling. “He… He didn’t even- God, I’m such a fucking idiot.” He whimpered weakly. “I can’t believe I-”
“Omari-”
“I should’ve known, Sloan. I’m fucking stupid.” He hiccuped.
“Omari, you’re shrinking…” Sloan whispered softly. He looked up, eyes widening as he realized how much roomier their palm was. His bottom lip wobbled, “Let’s get you home, you’re okay…” Sloan reassured softly. “I got you…”
Omari squeezed his eyes shut and clung to them as they started the car. He helplessly dwindled to a centimeter as they cried.
the hand holding his little form faltered and the thumb ceased its gentle caressing.
“what?”
“like can u act a little bit scary this time?” he pulled the thumb back down and nuzzled into it and the petting hesitantly continued.
“i don’t want to hurt you.”
“i know! i know you would never hurt me. i just, it might be fun if you scared me a little.”
“what do you mean? scary how?”
“i don’t know,” he giggled and tried to figure out how to explain it. “you know when you first met me how u were kind of domineering and forceful? grabbing me and not letting me know what you were thinking or what you’d do next? that kinda thing.”
the petting stopped again and the hand trembled around him. he looked up to its face and felt sick when met with the expression. wide eyes boring down at him from under a furrowed brow. pursed lips that parted with a sharp breath and remained fixed, waiting for words to come out.
“…i was scary? i scared you?”
his heart shattered with its tone. soft, disbelief. god he was an asshole. he didn’t know what to say.
“did i really scare you when i first met you?” it didn’t look hurt, not really. all stoney, guarded. but he knew it too well.
“no, you didn’t, i just-”
“tell the truth.”
he wished he kept his mouth shut and just enjoyed cuddling in its hand. the thumb that was formerly petting his head was now twitching and the relaxed moment between the two was now subsumed by tension.
“tell the truth,” it pressed.
“yeah,” he deflated as he said it. “yeah you kinda did.”
silence stretched on as it stared down at him. it looked pissed, and the same fear from that first day started building up in his chest. followed by gut wrenching guilt.
“i’m really sorry.” its expression remained aloof but its voice came out small. he wanted to fix this. to convince it that he wasn’t afraid of it anymore. but ‘anymore’ wasn’t what it wanted to hear.
the trembling hand jolted and he flinched, curled up in on himself. only to be gently rolled out onto the mattress.
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry,” the apologies rolled out over each other. he’d never seen it cry but it looked close. with him safely out of its hand, it got up to leave.
“wait! hey, please don’t go. please? don’t be sorry. i’m sorry. can we talk?”
“i- i just,” it shook its head roughly, like snapping out of a bad dream. “i’ll be back i just need a second.”
it walked to the door and paused. turning just its head back it whispered in a soft voice, “i don’t want to be scary. i’m really sorry.”
sorry i am not posting shit lately but i am really fixated on the dynamic of tiny that loves the adrenaline rush of being scared shitless in love with someone who has weird complexes about being seen as scary. rotating that in my head silently the past couple weeks. it’s awesomeeee
Umm a little scrawny fairy guy… but I dunnooo maybe he lost his wings somehow teehee 🤭 oh and if he lost his wings he’d need somewhere to stay… humans probably wouldn’t trust a fairy living with them and he’d be useless to anybody else without wings so maybe he ends up burrowing in the floor or perhaps walls of a humans home without them knowing? And maybe he sneaks out into the humans house at night to “borrow” odds and inns he knows the human wouldn’t miss… he could maybe stop referring to himself as a fairy at some point… a “borrower”, maybe?
Am curious. You have a poll a bit back where the vast majority voted that micro is smaller than tiny. This is blowing my mind. I've always been on the outskirts of this community. (Mostly a deep enjoyment of borrower sized characters) But I always assumed the two terms were interchangeable. No? Apparently? By poll consensus.
i think theres two things happening here
micro and tiny are technically synonyms but micro is a smaller adjective than tiny. people associate "micro" with "microscopic".
micro largely comes from nsfw content (more represented in furry stuff too) and tiny largely comes from sfw content even though both spaces use both terms. like macro/micro vs giant/tiny. nsfw works are way more likely to have much smaller micros since it's a more dramatic subjugated position. vs giant/tiny is more commonly in the 4-6 inch range.
Favorite genre of game? Has that changed since you shrunk?
Has your type in potential romantic/sexual partners changed since you shrunk?
Do you think you could survive as a borrower?
What’s the dono goal to put you in a maid dress.
Hardest thing to get used to personally post-shrinkage?
Had you ever interacted with any shrinkees before you shrunk?
(I have more but don’t wanna flood your inbox. Will send later -🐁🌱)
your so awesome and nice to me
Favorite genre of game? Has that changed since you shrunk?
Nick: I play a lot of indie games right now. I'll play anything, I guess. Um, I grew up on Nintendo. After I shrunk, I didn't, like, get appropriately-sized equipment for a bit, so for a while I did play a good bit of Pokemon on my DS. And some Animal Crossing. Since neither of those require, like, fast reaction times. I have a lot of warm feelings towards those games.
Moss: I was such a boy gamer as a kid. I was like, NO, no cartoon characters, no bright colors. I want everything really brown. With guns. Um. Which I got over in high school, basically. I really like fighting games. Which I always have. And I used to do some events just for fun and I did a lot of online after I shrunk. Which I feel like is a pretty common experience. But there was a bit where a lot of people were treating me really delicately so it was kind of nice to log on and get, like, (laughs) sworn out over a Tekken match
Has your type in potential romantic/sexual partners changed since you shrunk?
Nick: Yes? I mean, I've been tiny for a long time, so I guess your tastes are gonna change anyways. Um. It's really important to me that I know someone really well and I can trust them before anything happens.
Moss: I should probably be doing that.
Nick: Yeah, maybe.
Moss: I just want people to be chill about it. Open-minded, maybe.
Nick: He'll do hookups. With strangers. That's crazy. Like, what if they kill you?
Moss: They don't need to be big for that. They could just shoot you. Anything can happen, man, you gotta roll with shit.
Do you think you could survive as a borrower?
Nick: No.
Moss: (laughs) Absolutely not.
Nick: I need to game.
Moss: I'm so pampered. Oh my god. My home gym.
Nick: I need love and affection and security. I'm delicate.
What’s the dono goal to put you in a maid dress.
Moss: Uh. 5k. I don't know.
Nick: I'll do that for free.
Moss: Don't-don't say that, dude.
Nick: I'd look pretty.
Moss: You can't say you'll do it for free or you can't make people give you money. You have to act like it's the worst thing on the planet.
Nick: Don't throw me in the briar patch.
Moss: Yes. Yes. Exactly.
Hardest thing to get used to personally post-shrinkage?
Moss: I can't go places as much. It sucks. I wanna go places.
Nick: Well, yeah. There's a lot of weird little things. Um, clothing textures. Like the small clothing uses different fabrics cause otherwise it would be too bulky but they don't feel the same.
Moss: I really enjoy lifting things that seem comically heavy. Like all my weights are huge. That's some surface area thing, I think. That's what my doctor said.
Nick: You need a special doctor. They need to do special math for all your meds so you don't poison yourself.
Moss: A special doctor for a special boy.
Had you ever interacted with any shrinkees before you shrunk?
Nick: I think everyone has, like, your aunt's friend or something.
Moss: There was a streamer I liked before I shrunk but he retired.
Nick: When you shrink everybody wants to introduce to some whoever tiny person they know. It's supportive but I don't know, if I'm a teenager I probably wouldn't have much to talk about with your, like, great-uncle or whoever. I appreciated the thought!
ik its not exactly ask an x anything but my mind went to nick and moss getting popular enough online to do those various trendy youtube interview things, a la wired webs most searched questions, also had a very funny image of them on hot ones
politely cut out little strips of chicken meat and hot sauce dollops aaawwwwww. moss is gonna throw himself off the table for dramatic effects. hes too little it doesnt hurt.
your adventuring buddy is like "here I got a fairy in this cage in case we need healing" and you're like "WOAH what are you doing you cant be pissing off fairies" and they go no look and the fairy is in the cage blushing and giggling and going noooo im so tiny and helplessssss
you’ve been having tea with field mice and battling with shrews and getting assistance from kindly old gardeners and u meet this random guy who’s like oooofgghhhhhh we gotta fuck now
