Wilford "MOTHERLOVING" Warfstache as a Queer Allegory (an analysis)
I've been thinking a lot recently about how WMLW is like, the perfect allegory for being closeted, and have mentioned that take on a few different accs....by now I've had a few people asking me to elaborate. So I'm deciding to do just that! ( @chipadip specifically asked for a tag, so here you go!)
BEFORE WE BEGIN I WANT TO PREFACE: I AM IN NO WAY CLAIMING THIS IS MARKIPLIER'S INTENT. It is so definitely not. It is just how I enjoy reading the story. You could totally take it as a metaphor for just about anything, or you could take it totally at face value!! This is mostly just word vomit to be honest, I just wanted to get this off my chest o7 Thanks in advance for humoring me!
Abe and William's Initial Approach to Sexuality (and their mutual themes of repression)
Right off the bat, we're gonna need to talk about their backstory-- Who Killed Markiplier. Seeing them for who they were originally is gonna be important to unpacking how they interact in the future.
Abe's queerness is the subject of jokes from the moment he gets a major part in the story. And that's kind of all it is-- jokes. Pretty much every time Abe is on screen, he fumbles with his words and says something that sounds incredibly gay. Or, does something that's undoubtedly supposed to read as gay, and often "creepy". I'm giving a lot of these mildly offensive ones a little bit of a pass here, because they're clearly just supposed to be funny, and not taken too seriously. You could probably say the same for the ones in the future, but with the overall subject matter and general tonal shift that comes later, I'm more and more lead to believe that there's supposed to be some truth in them. At the beginning, you could probably make an argument for either direction of Abe's sexuality (either he is gay and these are all Freudian slips, or he's straight and that's the joke) but there are some that I don't think can be explained away as just verbal slips. Like how he calls just about every man in the house handsome/beautiful/gorgeous at some point, or how he constantly fondly refers to his old "partners". The more it happens, the less his verbal slips seem like mistakes, and the more they seem like his backpedaling is out of shame. Which would fit for the 20's-era time period.
On the other hand, we have the Colonel, who I would say represents repression in his own unique (but similar) way. Knowing who he is recontextualizes a lot of the imagery associated with him in WKM. One of my personal favorite details showing that being his costuming. He's dressed in all beige for most of the run time. Colorless, dull-- much like the detective. The single piece of color visible on his outfit most of the time is the bright red scarf thing around his neck. Bright red being, interestingly, the color most closely associated with Celine, his secret lover. A detail that her design parallels, in the form of a tiny pink flower on her hat. Pink flowers, as seen in Damien, are used to represent Will, and that touch of pink is the only color visible on her design.
Color is used a lot in the Markiplier Cinematic Universe, both to represent characters, and to represent a change in perspective. Which is why I think it's so interesting that, throughout WKM, these two are dressed in such similar, dull shades. A choice that only makes Will's next appearance more jarring, which brings me to my next point:
William's Acceptance of his Identity (and Abe's avoidance of his own)
The next time we see them, chronologically speaking, is in Wilford Motherloving Warfstache. In here, we get the most literal representation of stagnation vs growth yet, in the form of the way color is used throughout the film. When Abe is alone, everything is black and white, as to imitate the noir aesthetic. But when Will is around, we see the very opposite; bright color fills the screen, and only dims when Abe enters, and dims it himself.
Abe has not changed much at all from his last appearance. He's still dressed monochromatically, and he's still pouring his life into his work. His work that is, at the moment, entirely focused on William. I'm not gonna say "it's gay to be this obsessed with another man" even though it definitely is. Instead I'm more interested in the way he views him through the lens of what he's doing. If you look at his notes (which I have because I'm crazy) they spend a lot of time focusing on how he feels about the Colonel in particular. Of course, there's an argument to be made for some of it-- a lot of his notes, especially in WKM, are clearly investigating his affair with Celine, so that explains away things like the notes saying he "isn't marriage material", and the "call me" note with a lipstick kiss and a phone number. But some one of it just seems so suspiciously centered around Will's effect on him. Literally one of the things written on the chalkboard under "evidence" in WMLW is "MY FEELINGS". What did he mean by this
On the other hand, William has changed a lot since they've last been face-to-face. He's taken on an entire new alias, not to mention an entire new wardrobe. Abe comments, at the beginning of WMLW, that William was always eccentric, but that this takes the cake. Will has completely taken off the mask he was wearing in WKM. The people who knew him well knew he was "abnormal", but he kept it bottled up. Wilford Warfstache does no such thing. He's found a rich, colorful community, and is being authentic to no one but himself. He's bright, and happy, happier than he ever looked in WKM. Of course that can be in part due to the dreary tone of WKM in general, but this level of pep is completely new for him. And, deeper in the story, he expresses that it's because he sees himself as "free". He doesn't understand anything anymore, and he doesn't try to. There's no sense in trying to hunt for answers, because the only person he needs to understand is himself, and he knows exactly who he wants to be. He holds no grudges-- despite literally shooting Abe last time he saw him, he greets him fondly here the moment he recognizes him, even going as far as to apologize and give him a hug. I think there's this undeniable theme of acceptance here, with how easy he rolls with every punch thrown at him. Meanwhile, Abe isn't taking things nearly as in stride.
One of the best scenes that illustrates this dichotomy is the scene in the car. Abe has a noir-style internal monologue, and Wilford continuously, telepathically interrupts him. This, to me, reads as a very concise metaphor to demonstrate one of Abe's deepest fears-- the fear of being known truly, and intimately. Wilford being able to read him to the point of literally reading his mind terrifies him, because he views his own mind as the place to hide everything he can't externalize. A lot of his noir-style monologuing is casually recounting trauma, which is typical of the genre, but we also get more very gay Freudian slips in here (which he doesn't feel the need to backpedal on, because, usually, no one can hear them). Like: "We're gonna play pin the tail on the donkey, but he's the donkey, and the tail is my feelings." This whole scene is a metaphor for Wilford's "gaydar" to me, basically. Especially with the very blatant "I only get one night with him to fill the hole in my heart he left behind." "...Did we date at some point?" "No, we didn't date!".
I think there is some pretty obvious attraction to Will in Abe's mind, and he is simply refusing to admit it for obvious reasons. Not just the internalized homophobia, though there is definitely a lot of that, but also the fact that Will is such a dangerous and unstable person. He can't bring himself to confess, even in his own mind, that he may be interested in him for a reason that isn't just calculated, professional investigation. Which is why it's so distressing to him, when he finally realizes that all that repression was for nothing.
Acceptance
At the end of WMLW, we of course get the reveal that all of Abe's working was for nothing. He's no closer or farther to the end of the case than he was when he began, because he died in that manor, and all of his lives' work amounts to absolutely nothing. He devoted his entire sense of self to a cause that he was never going to figure out, because it's an impossible, self-defeating cause. And though he has no physical proof of his exploits, he has the feelings, and he's been ignoring those for the sake of the job. Hence why feelings was one of the only things on the evidence board-- it's literally all he has.
He sits down here, at the chair that he'd tied Wilford in before, representing the shift in power between them. He could never keep Will down, anyway; the only time Wilford was seated was when he was voluntarily choosing to. But now Abe is the one taking that seat, and Wilford is the one who stands before him, but he doesn't use this chance to interrogate him. He comforts him. He tells him he isn't crazy, and as the color around Abe drains, and he sinks back into his noir internal monologue, Will touches his face, and brings the color back. One of my favorite lines here, during the internal monologue, Abe thinks "My heart was pounding morse code in my ears, but I never learned the language" which to me just reads as a beautifully concise metaphor for him never listening to his heart, and instead trying to logically explain everything away. Something that Wilford discourages, as he gets down on his level, and tells him that some things just can't be rationalized out of existence. And what's the point in trying? His gentleness here is almost out of character here as he encourages him to try allowing himself to be himself, for the first time. Specifically, he says that, just for tonight, he should try having a little fun. And as he says it, they appear back in the club they met in earlier that night, surrounded by people and music and color.
And Abe accepts. And as he accepts, the saturation turns up even higher. Wilford wasn't the one who brought that last bit of color back, Abe was. Because he had been the one dulling his own color all along. This is the kind of metaphor you see in a cheesy queer animated short film and i LOVE IT!!!!
I just love the way Wilford talks to him so much-- specifically in assuring him that, if he wants, he can go right back to how things were before this. He's being a little presumptuous in assuming Abe would want to let loose in this way in the first place, so he's giving him the choice to back out right now if he wants. And even if he does go through with it, and ends up enjoying himself, nothing has to change. Wilford is only saying that he may be a happier person if he learns to accept certain things, including things about himself. If you want a slightly more far-fetched interpretation of events here, I think the "dancing" is honestly a fantastic metaphor for sleeping together. Like, the club Will is dancing in has always read as a gay bar to me and like???? IDK just hear me out. Spending all night with another man after your quest for self acceptance, "dancing".....ok. Im not super willing to die on this hill i just think it's a beautiful hypothetical metaphor
TLDR: I love the visuals of their differing interpretations of "freedom" that the manor/death gave them. Abe burying himself in his work, literally draining the color from his life. With the dichotomy of Wilford, who's more "himself" than he ever was, being the one to bring that color back to him and teach him that it's okay to be who he is. Idk im crazy
There's probably more I'm missing here but I'll wrap it up for now. If you made it this far then thank you for reading my wild markiplier analysis!!!
the flea market always had the weirdest selection items and booths
you could find crocheted fakes of obscure 80s toys next to the guy hand printing graphic designs on hemp t shirts next to the collection of truly ancient vinyl records of bands no ones ever heard of next to homemade honey next to handmade wooden benches its always a site to behold while still being very confusing to navigate you always saw open air markets like this though not as a place to buy furniture from estate sales but rather a giant gathering of easy marks the people running these booths tend to get pretty easily distracted talking to customers and even when they arent they tend to be hippy octogenarians and stoners which makes getting a five finger discount very easy
there also tends to be a lot of trans and queer people running booths you tend to avoid those ones not just because theyre slightly harder marks but also out of respect youre not queer yourself but you always considered yourself an ally especially to trans people people hating on trans people always made no sense to you if anything you wish you could be trans they have it all imagine being able to change your gender and just be a guy??? meanwhile youre here stuck as a miserable street trash girl
walking nonchalantly by the last booth where you pocketed a choker you come upon another witchy themed booth named TFany's magic chest witchy booths were a dime a dozen in flea markets but this one looks like the owner didnt put very much effort into it the items on the tables arent even really to theme sure the theres some ouija boards and musty old books but half of the tables just look like someone decided to buy a booth in order to have a garage sale things like bubble machines and rubber ducks and old pcs and tiny trinkets you were looking through the piles of junk while a large chesty woman was speaking with another customer about curses or something a few of the trinkets seemed rather odd like a stuffed bear that had weirdly human eyes that seemed to follow you and a snowglobe that made a screaming noise when you shook it nothing seemed really worth swiping however until you saw a little tiny green army man making a salute with his pants down
you had never been one to "respect the troops" they seemed to be no less than thoughtless peons mindlessly obeying a strict authoritarian your stepfather growing up had on multiple occasions suggested sending you to boot camp to "straighten you out and teach you some discipline" which surprisingly did not help your issues with authority as much as resent anything that in your mind represented it so the little green army man with his pants down being publicly humiliated was quite humorous to you he even had a little tiny ding dong you pocket the little guy mid walk so to even an active observer it wouldnt seem like you even had time to stop and grab something as you leave the booth however you hear the witch with the killer rack call out to you
"hope you enjoy!"
which is quite startling as you were certain she wasnt even paying attention to you none the less that shed even seen you approach but you know the one rule about lifting is to never lose your cool if you turned back to face her or god forbid ran people would know you stole something so instead you simply kept looking forward and made the first right turn to put some distance between you and the booth lady once you had gotten away you realized how odd it was she didnt seem upset at you grabbing from her booth there were clearly marked prices but maybe TFany thought the price of the silly little army guy was negligible so it didnt matter
you thumb the guy in your pocket your fingers brushing over what you suspect is the nub of the little green mans itty bitty cock and balls and you can almost swear you feel it vibrate a little? you collect your thoughts and continue about looting these naive elderly shopkeeps making sure to plan your paths around avoiding being in the area of TFanys again even if she didnt really mind you didnt want to chance the odds of her calling you out for stealing from others
you leave the flea market later in the evening with quite the haul its for events like these that cargo pants and a good baggy jacket are especially helpful as are some good chucks for running if needed sure people mistook you for a boy more often than not but it was never something that really bothered you much in fact you always figured youd be a great actor because youve practiced you "boy voice" and mannerisms before and are sure you could pull off the role if the situation called for it
you still lived with your mom and your stepdad for the time being as you were having a hard time finding a new apartment after moving back in during covid luckily you didnt have to interact with them much as your room was in the basement you much preferred it that way as you werent particularly fond of interacting with your stepdad and it meant you had the ability to come and go as you pleased through the kitchens back door and down the basement stairs the basement was largely just for storage room with a water heater and washer and dryer but your room was in a small walled off section in the back a small single room with a connected bathroom the only light coming in through a small window partially above ground you figure it was probably someones study at one point in time when it was first built but it had become your bedroom after covid because your old room upstairs had been converted into a home gym that no one ever used
unpacking all of the things you lifted from the event you place them out on the bed you have a personal rule to never get too greedy grabbing overly large or expensive things is a good way to get caught so you mostly had an assortment of toys and small plushes and gadgets and pins and stickers you had a ounce jar of expensive hippy honey an ancient nokia flip phone some jewelry some comic books you stashed under your armpit that looked especially cool and a tarot card deck finally you place the little army guy on the nightstand near your bed
climbing on your bed carefully to avoid knocking over your tiny hoarde you grab one of the comics and lay back in order to read it you get a few pages in when all of a sudden it sounds like a loud bugle is being played from somewhere outside confused and startled you looked all around for the source of the noise it sounded like it was coming from outside but you saw nothing through the window the sound kept playing for quite a while too an incessant reveille like an annoying alarm clock you look at the digital alarm clock on your night stand and realize it reads 6:30am for some reason despite it still being well into the afternoon and yet despite that malfunction it isnt the one playing the annoying sound
ultimately you figure the only way to figure it out is to strap on your boots and go outside to figure out the source of the noise you toss your legs over the side of the bed and tie on your coyote colored combat issued boots you check to make sure you have your mre in your acu camo cargo pants and your notepad in the other pocket before standing up were your cargo pants camouflaged before? something felt wrong all of a sudden like you were missing something but then it hit you duh you were missing your shirt (when did you take that off) no wonder it felt cold you breasts hanging in the breeze you have to get out the door to respond to the call though and its rather cold out so to save time you forgo the undershirt and reach for your acu jacket hung neatly in your closet and swing it over your shoulders to slip your arms into the sleeves
zipping up the jacket feels like muscle memory like an easy routine tedium until you get closer to your chest it feels oddly satisfying zipping it up over your c cup breasts as it compresses them slowly ever more and more as the zipper climbs higher and higher theres some resistance at first but the higher it gets the easier it gets to zip it up until before you know it the zipper has reached the top of the ladder and it looks as if your chest is completely flat fascinated for a brief moment you feel your chest and you cant even feel the weight of your breasts beneath the jacket the moment like all moments does not last very long however before a strange thought occurs 'why would you?' it was a puzzling thought but the difficult part wasnt the question itself but why it confused you after all the unbidden foreign thought had a good point why would you feel weight on your flat chest? then of course you realized duh! youre missing your sunflower seeds from your breast pocket you grab them off the nightstand and deposit the bag in there for later
the bugle call has stopped by this point but in all honesty you hardly remember it going off to begin with simply thinking about what assignment you have today (what assignments?) when suddenly you hear
"Attention!"
you reflexively stand at salute before you even realize where it was coming from simply staring forward at you closet door
"at ease"
you relax and look towards the source of the sound to find the little green army man wobbling on top of your alarm clock
howd he get up there?
"morning private!"
"morning?" you ask
"thats morning sir to you!"
"morning, sir?"
"and just what do you think youre doing looking like that private?"
"excuse me?"
"thats excuse me SIR!" the little green man wobbles extra passionately "am i gonna have to make you drop and give me twenty?"
"no"
you feel the non existent pupils of the little green army man staring daggers through your soul as he stands perfectly still
"i mean s-sir no sir?"
"very well, now tell me what is my private doing with such long hair?"
you feel a little insecure all of a sudden you always preferred your hair a bit shorter about shoulder length you keep aiming for mullet but hairdressers tend to somehow forget the meaning of the word whenever youre in the room often instead giving you a rather feminine bob despite your requests
"no private of mine is going into combat with anything longer than a buzz cut!" the little green man exclaims
"isnt that a bit short?" you think aloud reaching for your hair a bit protectively
except instead of feeling your normal greasy unkempt hair under your fingers all you feel is a ton of fuzzy little bristles somehow as he said it your hair had become a buzz cut but that didnt make any sense... clearly it was cut during your first few days of basic training
"there you go private now you look like a real man!"
as he says that you feel an uncomfortable sensation in your pants a pulsating throbbing feeling thats somehow oddly pleasurable him calling you a man for some reason really turns you on but instead of feeling like you usually do there is a sensation not unlike clenching but its involuntary and almost painful theres almost a bit of heaviness in your labia and a tingling sensation on your now almost inflamed feeling clit you almost keel over cupping your crotch as it happens maddeningly unable to feel your hand through the reinforced lining in the acu trousers the feelings come and go in short waves getting less and less intense as you try and retain your composure but as you stand back up straight knees wobbly somethings odd it seems like youre lower to the ground now the little green army man is still quite a bit below you but hes closer now than before?
"and just wheres your helmet private?" he barks "im not sending no soldier of mine to war without a helmet!"
war? you think worrying a bit all of a sudden but the confusing concern is softened by the fact the tiny pantsless man is speaking like a cartoons idea of what the army is unsurprising considering hes dressed like a cartoons idea of what the army is wearing a pasgt uniform from the 80s you look around the room for any sign of your ach and find it on the bed covering your hoarde you got from the flea market today at least thats what you figure until you lift it up to find theres nothing there beneath it
"thats right no private of mine spends their days stealing from little old ladies!"
youre a fair bit disappointed for a second before you start getting confused again about why youre disappointed in the first place thats when you realize theres a stain on your helmet... damn youre gonna have to clean that with money out of your own pocket but you can always deal with it later you figure placing the helmet on your head
"attaboy!" the tiny general praises you
you feel a rising sense of pride as youre rocked by another near orgasmic fit of trembling in your pants your clit feels almost downright meaty at this point and it almost unbearably sensitive as it strains against the rough material of the acu pants you cant imagine why you decided not to wear pants today then again you are in the military so it makes sense youd go commando you struggle to stand up straight as it feels like your insides are being squeezed uncontrollable shut and your lips fusing together but its hard to be mad considering how aroused you are at the simple act of praise from a superior commander when you manage to get back to a standing position you find yourself shorter again but oddly your clothes dont feel any looser oddly enough though they do seem to be a lot less varied in pattern now instead becoming a lot more variations of green overall than tan
"are you even paying attention to me private?"
"uh- sir yes sir!" you say trying not to focus on the fact it seems like youre still shrinking even as you talk to him
"are you sure? you seem to be a bit distracted private!" he angrily wobbles
"sir no sir!" you say trying to straighten your spine as much as possible in the hopes youre perhaps simply slouching
"boy you better not be lying to me!"
him calling you boy again sets off another wave of maddening bliss and you feel embarrassed of just how hot and bothered its got you to be called that your clit starts growing large enough you can feel its weight detached from your labia like a large swollen dumb angry thumb growing from your pelvis and you feel the weight again where your labia lips used to be as areas of unfamiliar skim rest against your pants crotch you try not to let it break your concentration but you can feel the tip of your growing cock slowly sliding down the inseam of your pants as it grows teasing your very sensitive head your knees only buckle a little and your hand definitely flies to your crotch but you regain composure a bit faster this time but when you look at your hand it suddenly seems? less detailed? smooth almost
"that is exactly what im talking about private! i cannot have one of my officers lollygagging out in the trenches staring at their hands all day!"
"trenches?" you ask accidentally out loud
"thats it! drop and give me twenty!" he says as you realize the nightstand is nearly at hip height now
theres not a whole lot of room in your room for push ups as the nightstand is neatly wedged between the closet you dont really remember having and the bed so you walk away from the night stand a bit along the length of the bed and get on the floor the first push up is fairly difficult you cant exactly remember the last time you did push ups except for maybe gym class and the little cocksure green general counts off one as you finally push all the way up the form is way off and youre not sure where youre supposed to place your hands but after some readjusting on the second push up you think youve found the right pose the second push up isnt as difficult and the third convinces you youre fully in the swing of things now it feels like when you get started doing something hard but once its started you realize starting was the hardest part the army ma keeps counting off your push ups as you start wondering if maybe you were simply just out of practice have you always been this good at push ups? maybe its your secret natural talent
but by fifteen you humble yourself as you start to ache a little of course you know this isnt some natural talent no this is something that only comes after years of dedication and practice you went through a lot of basic training to get into the kind of shape youre in today and you were no slouch before always hitting the gym the last few push ups are a breeze but your muscles and joints feel oddly stiff none the less and the whole way through you felt like you were getting closer and closer to the ground each time you pushed back up maybe you should be disciplined more often since youre clearly cant hold yourself up as high after a simple 20 rep
when you get back to youre feet you remember its not just your muscles though as you realize with shock and awe that youre short enough now that you and the general are looking eye to eye your hands werent splayed out right when you were doing your push ups either apparently because the feel like theyre cramping but not really painfully more so they feel stuck in place close together you dust yourself off and realize almost all the camo in your outfit is gone looking rather plain now in almost all green youre certain youd stick out like a sore thumb anywhere that isnt a dense forest
"now I need to make sure you wont get distracted again boy!"
you feel yourself getting harder and your dick getting longer and your balls growing larger but its a little less distracting now as youve gotten rather used to the odd sensations you stare straight at him as if to prove you wont falter this time but almost as if in retaliation you suddenly feel like youre falling and find yourself a fair bit shorter its so sudden you cant help but to let out a yelp
"thats better" the general says wobbling to the edge of the clock "you should be looking up to your superiors!"
"sir yes s-sir!"
he manages to wobble hop off the edge of the clock and onto the lip of the nightstand in front of it
in accordance you suddenly shrink even shorter so youre forced to look up at him again your heart is beating in your chest scared and confused and your cock is throbbing in your pants scared confused and aroused as he his face with a blank expression 'looks down' at you almost sadistically as youre now somehow less than three feet tall
"attention!" he calls
you jump to attention your hand flying to your helmet in a salute you can feel yourself standing so straight your legs feel like theyre locked and your posture is wildly rigid as you shrink some more you have to crane your neck a bit in order to see the general
he wobble hops off the nightstand and you yelp and close your eyes worried youll drastically shrink again when you open them you realize you did shrink my not so much so youre shorter than him in fact youre still at least a little under two feet tall luckily you keep your eyes straight however so as to not 'look down' on him you can see sort of through your periphery as he wobbles close enough to you hes well within your blind spot you make a furtive glance down at him just to make sure hes still there and you see him standing between your legs trying to lean to look up at you
"I wanna make sure all of you is at attention private!"
he hollers suggestively as you shrink again
"trousers down private!"
"s-sir?"
"you heard me private show me those privates!"
you pull your hand from your helmet after some effort your hand looks puffy and completely featureless now you tell yourself its just the lighting but your hands look a sickly shade of green it takes a great bit of effort to pull down you pants as your joints only barely move your arm nearly locked in a ninety degree angle and your legs refusing to bend as they stand shoulder width apart
you manage to toss the pants down your legs with some effort though and they look almost shiny now in how smooth and featureless they are wrapped around your ankles you snap to back to attention shorter now certainly only a foot tall you arent the only one at attention however as your dick springs free of your trousers and is at full mast on display
"my god..." the general whispers from somewhere right below you "its nearly as big as me...."
you look down at your raging boner and you consider how impressive a nearly 2 inch penis is now considering youre only 12 inches tall you feel a sense of pride for a bit your smugness betraying your rank as you remember youve always been a shower not a grower ever since you were a young horny teen boy and puberty hit you like a shit brick house youre too proud to even be embarrassed in the moment
"Private!" he yells and you shrink a little
oh shit you think now only 8 1/3 inches tall your dick still half his size as you can feel you shoes and shirt fusing to your body
"hehehehehe come doooown heeeere" he says in an almost sing songy voice
you shrink again in a lurch youre now 6 inches tall and you can feel what used to be your boots but is now somewhere between plastic and flesh fusing together into some kind of flat heavy plate at 17 mm your dick would still absolutely ruin him at 54 mm but you start getting worried about how much shorter hell make you as you start having trouble looking down
"i am your superior officer you come down here right now young man!"
you somehow get even harder at him screeching at you even as you and your dick shrink genuinely harder though really rigid and fake feeling as he rest of your body is feeling more and more now at five inches youre tantalizing close to his height and your tiny balls hang over his head just barely at 14 mm long your dick is still bigger than his head and if a plastic army man could salivate youre certain he would be
"almooost theeere!" he wobbles with excitement almost trying to reach up and touch you with his frozen rigid hands stuck in eternal salute just like yours
you shrink again now at four inches and 11mm hes standing so close that your tiny cock and balls knock into his helmet on the way down sending him back onto his ass
it takes him an embarrassing amount of time to flip himself over and wobble back up onto his feet but you decide to take notes mentally as you know that could be you at the slightest gust of wind now he wobbles over to you and wishes desperately for a mouth as your cock is now right in line with where a mouth once was instead he leans into you and awkwardly wiggles
"this is payback for earlier at the flea market" he says as you remember like a distant memory from a past life as you thumbed the tiny man little nub absent mindedly
what seems an intimate and seductive sentiment regains its sadistic edge when he continues however rubbing up against you as you feel so very close to orgasm
"now youll know just how it feels to be teased with and to be hopeless to do anything about it"
you shrink an inch once again and you know if your general had nipples (or a chest for that matter) they would be rock hard right now as your 8mm cock drags down it
"how it feels to be oh so very close but know relief will never cum"
its almost painful now (if you could even feel pain now) just how close you feel as he tries very hard to waddle side to side grinding against you without knocking either of you over you feel your breath hitch (as if you could still breath) and your heart pitter patter like crazy (as if you still had blood) as you shrink once again your cock dragging down that final inch you thrust your out against him in your final almost impossible act of muscle movement as a little plastic toy and your 6 mm cock lines up perfectly with his
he wobbles forward pushing you and your tiny stand over and falls face first into your crotch wriggling like a mad man trying to climb on top of you
what feels like hours of agonizing edging (but was probably closer to 30 minutes because time moves slower when youre two inches tall and endlessly on the edge of bliss) a loud startling noise comes to life like the ground cracking open as light pours into the room across the carpet laying on your back with your hand stuck in salute you see above you a giant stranger and an absolute milf she must be in her fifties but her age hardly shows it her hips look like an endless mountain as she enters the door rear end first with a basket in her arms as she slowly turns around to face the room and you know at 2 inches tall you could get lost in that cleavage forever the giant speaks as she turns to face the room
"honey? are you in here? I was gonna do a load of laundry... honey? huh... i could have sworn she had came home?"
the giant stranger has a face that feels oddly familiar but at the same time wholely alien but remarkably breathtaking as she leaves the room youre so happy to see her best feature last all the while the general doing all the amount of frottage possible simply by rocking back and forth against a solid object
“In the darkness dwell things darker still.” "Cryson’s Reward" by Jennell Jaquays, cover of Dragon No 152, TSR, December 1989. Based on another player’s AD&D character, Cryson gets his just reward after sneaking away from the party to claim a treasure for his own.
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