update
it's come to my attention that in addition to any stories that were available on post plus before tumblr nuked it becoming unavailable, a lot of my stories from the past few years got deleted by tumblr. i'm assuming that these were stories posted before tumblr added the option to flag sexual content and that they were deleted because that flag wasn't present. i'm not really surprised by anything tumblr as a website does at this point but it's not as bad as it could've been because i have everything since at least the beginning of 2022 (when I shifted to using text alone to create the experience for readers) saved into scrivener
so i'm going to be moving my body of text erotica work over to substack in the near future. watch this space or my twitter (@theyntaifujin) for updates.
anyway, below is an old favorite of mine because it bothers me for it not to be on the internet anywhere right now. i have not revised this since it was originally posted but it was right around the time of refining the idea of the haute into what it would become. pretty sure this was originally posted in early 2022
Esca
~7.7k words, m/m, nb/m/m, size kink, portal resizing, degradation, mind reshaping, ownership, turnabout, possible mutual destruction, scent, feet, gradual dwindling, teasing, sensory beguilement, social power asymmetry
It was always just a little inconvenient having to lure someone into the room my Dollhouse was linked to. It wasn’t one of the truly modern ones that could be paired to different rooms instead of binding with one, but it had all the fancy imprinting tech that had been the rage among the haute ancien up until the 2011 models hit. I really liked the imprinting, so despite the challenge it was worth it over other methods of obtaining someone.
It was just a small box, so I had paired it with a small room to get the scaling how I tended to prefer. Twelfth size was great, almost big enough to try things like give a massage, and there were always ways to get a dollhoused tiny smaller if you needed them that way. It was keyed to a study room in the library on campus, one at the very end of the hall containing them. I thought it would be weird to grab random people out of there, not just morally, but like pathetic. Plus, it was more fun to flirt with people before I shrank them. So I preferred luring guys (and enbies, when I could) up there, enticed with the offer that I study their body. If I didn’t have the game to get someone to fall into my trap I could go without, I figured. No going without today though.
Derek had his eyes on me all semester, futilely furtive, stupidly transparent. Some might say it was unfair, someone like me just scooping up for mine what’s only understandably offered, but I guess there always have to be idiots who pretend this sort of thing isn’t the fabric of our esteemed society. But Derek didn’t learn that in the history class we had together, he was too busy checking out my pecs and my ass. It was almost embarrassing to me by extension the way he fumbled his way to answers during class discussions, his mind clearly only on one thing. He would learn, though.
Derek’s pining had been so notable that I had to find him away from class before I could instruct him where to be – he’d be mine fair and square if I tricked him into getting shrunk, but if people started whispering things like ‘If you go up there Cam’s just gonna dollhouse you’ to my would-be future pets it would be so annoying. Honestly though, Derek? That might not dissuade him at all. It didn’t matter though, however fun that would have been to see, I wasn’t trying to get a reputation for unsubtlety.
Once I stole him away, to whisper my directions in his ear I had to tiptoe – he was like four inches taller than me – not for long, but cute! A couple hours later, about half an hour before I told him to get there, the light goes on on top of the Dollhouse. Either he’s stupid eager or somebody just really had to take that study room. It easily could be the former, but short of going to the room in person, there was no way for me to check from outside the Dollhouse without permanently shrinking whoever was inside. My ethics professor would love this, like Schrödinger’s trolley problem: if I reached in the box and the tiny person was who I had tricked into my Dollhouse fair and square, everything was fine and I’d done no wrong, but if I dollhoused some random person who just happened to be there I might be considered culpable.
Well, that was if anyone found out, and if it was someone important. And besides, plenty of authorities would agree that being incidentally shrunk wasn’t the same as being unfairly shrunk. I decided I could pop my finger through the verge to map the space’s contents instantaneously into my box, peek in, and if it was someone else I could just turn them in at campus administration as an incidental dwindlee without touching them and causing them to imprint. They’d still be permanently shrunk, but if they could afford it they could even get treatment to prevent imprinting on the first person to touch them. Easy enough then: proceeding, but with caution.
I touched the multicolored iridescent swirling surface of the verge at the opening of the Dollhouse and it was like a bubble popped. I knew from my dimensionality classes that nothing really popped, the surface actually near-instantly passed through the box from the opening to the walls, at the same time a larger but corresponding verge surface, which had stretched across the doorway of the actual room, passed through it. Just like that, whoever had been in the study room at the library was in the box on my desk, and scaled down to one twelfth.
It took a little effort to resist my urge to simply reach in and grab out of the box whatever tiny was in there, but I held off and looked in. Unmistakable, I heard Derek’s little voice from the box before I even caught him in my gaze: “No fucking way!”
Looking in and seeing him through the little doorway, that was a treat. It always caught me a little off guard, seeing someone who up until now had been a full person, for the first time but forevermore just some little thing, but I hadn’t taken the time to savor it like this before. Normally I just reached in and took my first look at them as they imprinted. That was always the start of their new life, but this little one I was seeing before the shock overwhelmed him. My my, did his little eyes get big when he saw me! Honestly, who did he expect?
“I wonder, if you’d known I had one of these, would you still have thrown yourself at me like you did?” I was honestly curious; it was going to be so much more interesting to watch the process of imprinting if he gave me a hard no here. He was mine now so I was still going to grab him and become his world for as long as he lasted, but I knew enough about myself to tell that watching him lick my toes, knowing he’d have chosen bigger and better things for himself had he understood his decision: that would be exquisite.
Miniature Derek (he needed a new name, I realized) looked down before answering. “Damn it. If you had told me today before our study session I probably still would have gone. But if I knew falling for you and letting my crush on you grow would lead me here from the start?” He shook his head. “I have dreams, plans for my life!” He started to pace a bit. “I know you can’t undo it, it’s already too late.” Then his voice went from defeated to regretful. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable with all my flirting. I should have just taken the idleness of your interest to heart and stopped.”
Well, I guess character growth was the only kind left for him. “K,” I said. At first his little face looked stung by my apparent flippant non-response, then he realized: that was his new name. His words never mattered. He threw himself at me because that’s how it goes, and it was on my terms I took him, for the same reason. I could have told him all these worries and regrets would wash away in a second, that my touch would begin the rewiring of this brain such that he’d become devoted to me beyond repurposing. But even that didn’t matter, and letting him hang in this anguish for a moment would only make him cling to the new imprint more strongly.
Oh no, I always did this! I had snared myself a fresh tiny that was just for my amusement and I hadn’t put much planning into how, specifically, to imprint him. Always a trade-off, little ones with a death wish could be pretty annoying, but the ones without always hit the pit of my stomach extra hard at the end. Well, ultimately this was a bad habit, right? So why not punish myself?
“Let’s get you out of there, cutie.” I reached my left hand into the box and grabbed my new tiny from behind, taking K out so I could get a look at him. Immediately I felt him quiver. Good, that meant everything was working correctly. Everything that I said to him while he was like this for the next moment would stick and determine what temperament of pet he was. It was hard not to smile and savor the power I had, but there was no wasting time now that I’d touched him.
“All mine now, K. Everything you used to be was just so you could become my tiny pet.” Holding him carefully, I plopped on the bed, then adjusted my grip to constrain his arms and started undressing him. The little buttons of his shirt popped off so easily! He was slender for how big he’d seemed before – not at all the kind of tiny figure I’d let wear clothes. “Let’s get these off so you’re how you belong. Exposed, tender, tiny, and mine.”
With the tremors, K was useless to help me get his clothes off. I mustn’t get irritated. He at least did his best to hold his arms in place once I got out ot the way, long enough to get his shirt off. My thumbnail just above the sole at the heel helped both shoes away from his feet, and his pants came off easily. Then I blushed, my eyes as wide as K’s. Those thigh-high stockings were exquisite! Goodness, why did I have to pass this little hottie up at full size? If he hadn’t thrown himself at me so desperately perhaps I wouldn’t have. Really, I don’t even know if I would have found the stockings hot on him at full size, but the question of whether to leave him comfortable with them on (and thus yearning for them at least slightly whenever not wearing them) was a delightfully weighty power to idly toy with in my mind.
“Pleasing me,” I said softly, “That’s your function now. My pleasure, that’s your pleasure.” I slipped the little stockings off, sliding them down from the thighs instead of risking any of K’s toes between careless fingernails. I stroked his little head with my right middle finger, and nudged along the edge of his jaw with my index finger. “Whatever you had planned before, you know what you are now. And you know what that means. I decide what happens to you.”
Then my concentration broke: my phone intoned a bell sound that was wired straight to my dopamine system. I’d set it so only one person’s texts made that sound. Ly Asimon, known here at school as the teaching assistant with a reputation for sending dim-sci professors into apoplexy when they had their specialties reinvented in front of them. I’d seen it happen once myself, but I had fallen for Ly well before that. Their long silken black hair, their sweet but jokily flouncy demeanor with inferiors who tried to be formal. “Guess who’s in the box now dummy” it said. The bell chimed again and I received a selfie of Ly inside the small study room my Dollhouse paired to. I knew by the angle outside the window that it was precisely that study room.
Another chime. “Too bad you’ll have to charge it now. Oh well, can’t catch me!” Of course. Ly had a thing of teasing me. Everyone else insisted on calling them at least Ly Asimon all the time, emphasizing the last name, but I called the esteemed scion by just the diminutive name and they loved it. Everyone had squirmed at calling them even that moniker with how it shortened their first name, instead wanting to use something closer to their full name, Lydene Cassile Asimon, but every year they put their foot down with the new students. No one here would put them anywhere but first, but they insisted without end they were among equals. And as the only one I knew of who called them just Ly like they originally asked, I felt like I had a special place in their attention.
Could it be they peeked at a camera feed of the hall and saw K walk in but not walk out? There was no way they’d have really walked in if there was a risk I could take them, was there? I had to tell myself that if I didn’t want to beat myself up for missing out on a tiny who would have been like a key to all the doors of status and countless chests of riches. But it wasn’t about that - Ly tantalized me all the way to my core, and I wanted them for themself more than for riches or status.
A hell of a lot more than I wanted this temporary little fucker in my hand. Sure, there was one thing I could do to K that society would never accept being done to one of the haute ancien. But what a lame cope. Ly was teasing me with what I really wanted instants after I myself pushed it out of reach. What was I going to do with this little shit? I’d given him the basics but then I got interrupted by something I cared more about, and his imprinting window was closing. Fine, let my body do the work then, that would still get through to him. I got up and sat, then brought him close to my toes. With my fingertip behind his head to support his neck, I guided his little face along the edge between my sole and my toes. Without a command necessary, he started licking. Good. I set him down at my soles so he could take care of it himself.
Ding! My phone again, Ly. Another selfie, this time with them at the study room’s table with their own Dollhouse. My God that thing was beautiful! Intricately embossed golden outside walls – immediately I recognized that the shining translucent tingle of the light across it belied the possibility of it being gold. No, it didn’t seem possible to accumulate that much of the stuff, but it had to be made of what scientists had been calling “dimensional accretions,” which Ly had taken to calling “gossamer.” I of course agreed with them that gossamer was a better name.
Another ding. Another picture, this time the door of the Dollhouse was glowing, and the the patterns of the golden walls had changed. They must be ever-shifting, I realized. A familiar crisp sound caught my ears; it was almost like I could hear the verge just from looking at the picture. Just before looking at the picture? Then I realized, and saw the shimmering iridescence occluding the doorway of my bedroom. No! This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I couldn’t imagine someone better to belong to, but I wasn’t supposed to belong to anyone! Ly was going to be mine! Even now, feeling K’s soft adoring licks to my toes, I was half imagining it was them.
Another bell. “Do you know the difference between you and me, C?” C?! A one letter name, and before they even dwindled me?! I started frantically typing but I didn’t know what to say! Any promising research leads I could offer them I could easily assist in as their pet tiny. Could I even say I didn’t throw myself at them the way K did at me? Typing and deleting over and over, I couldn’t find the words.
Ding! “The difference is, if you had me like this, you wouldn’t hesitate a second. Do you know, I love that about you? But then, I don’t think you’d ever catch me like this.” Oh, oh no. No one before was such a fool as me, to want someone like Lydene Cassile Asimon for themselves. I was an underclassmen, not their peer even in an academic sense! Just some young stupid jumped-up fool that would make a delightful possession to someone so used to being held in high circles away from such oafs. Imagine the rarity of such impudence to one such as them! I couldn’t blame them, and temptation even arose to walk to the door and touch the verge myself, sealing my fate – but still, one I did not find difficult to resist.
My phone shook and sounded, another message from Ly: “Keep scrambling to figure out how to bargain, you’re so cute in there!” What did they want? Did they want the tiny? Did they want me to realize something about them? Did they want me to figure out a hidden advantage I had in the situation? That had to be it, didn’t it?
Of course! This room’s status as ‘in the process of dollhousing’ linked it to the energy from the connection and made that energy ambiently available. And sure enough, my own gray metal box had its light on again, ready to make its own connection.
Furiously, I typed. “If I turn mine on keyed to the room you’re in, what will happen?”
Ding! “What will happen? Want to find out??” Come on Ly, so easy to read. Of course that was it! Nothing violently recursive would happen unless one of the verges effervesced through the room and crossed the other. If the two verges intersected, no one knew quite what would happen to us in our own experience, but to the world we’d be gone. I pressed the button to engage my own steel-sided Dollhouse, creating a verge. The crispness of the two extradimensional surfaces, now so close, so entwined, became an irradiating slattery static.
Suddenly I was afraid. Of all people, had I really picked Ly to play a game of cosmic chicken with instead of just becoming their tiny? We could both disappear, some theories said into a closed time loop we would never stop experiencing, losing the world and all the change and joy it would have brought to our lives. Now that I thought clearly, I could imagine Ly being exactly the type who would pop the bubble of our connection to the world and pull us into whatever recursive spiral awaited, simply to study it and see what it was like. I pressed the button again, and the verge between my box and the doorway to the study room with Ly in it fizzled away.
“Damn you for tempting me like that, I was inches away from touching it,” read Ly’s next message, then came another. “I learned something about myself today, so I think I’ll keep you just as you were – Mine all along.”
The verge at my own door fizzled away too. I shook with laughter – partly the tension, maybe a little bit the satisfaction with my ingenuity in diffusing the situation by escalating it, but mostly it was a thought that had occurred to me: if I had tossed K through the verge of my dollhouse and he showed up all big next to Ly, would he have imprinted all over again while all the recursion was going on? I knew Ly would get a laugh out of this so threw it in a text and sent it their way.
Ding! “i get that that’s a joke but you’re actually a genius and you better stay right where you are because i’m gonna come smush your brains out and take them for myself”
Ding! “how the hell did i never think of that? and imprinting is a function that exists to help the brain deal with new realities!! i’m glad you didn’t throw him in there, that would not have worked but if he were positioned right between where the verges would cross so he touched both at once, he should still exist to the world afterwards”
Then, before I really even finished reading that, three sharp knocks and my door opened.
Ly walked in, panting from a quick journey, a veiled 2’ by 2’ box held by a handle. Their shimmering black hair was split today into two long and thick braids just behind the ears, along with free-flowing strands spreading behind their neck. I didn’t catch a whiff of sweat, only a soothing air of cucumber and green tea coming from them. Their deep purple eyes gleamed in a smile that only just tickled their lips; I could tell in this moment they were caught in the thrill of our interesting idea.
“Did you have a nice run?” I asked, in my usual attitude with them of playfully jibing insubordination.
“Fuck running,” Ly said in a scowl, but then they grinned. In a lofty tone, they added, “I was meant to float across the ground.”
I grinned back. “But then how could anyone kiss it after you walked on it?”
They scowled, blew some hair out of their face, and we both started laughing. Some small part of me couldn’t believe this was happening: on top of Ly’s surprising appreciation for me, I had really given them an idea they valued? I started to doubt: for some reason sure this breakthrough wouldn’t pan out and then Ly would forget the sight of me. No, either way I’d given them a thrill today. I got K back in my hand, the left where he’d imprinted so he’d be extra content – my mind had been entirely elsewhere, but from the relaxation I felt throughout my feet, this little guy had actually done a great job with my toes. With things seeming to go my way with Ly after a fashion, those silly resentments I’d had about possessing him instead of the magnificent creature before me were laid to rest, and I was glad to have obtained K. Even with my imprinting of him getting interrupted, he seemed like he would make sure I found him pleasing for a long time. I stood up, and Ly held their hand out, palm up. They’d set the veiled box down – they must have come straight here from the study room without a chance to drop their Dollhouse off.
I passed the tiny to Ly without a word. I figured he’d be discontent to leave my hand so I said, “Don’t worry, he’s fine, if he’s skittish it’s because he’s freshly bonded to me.” But K didn’t squirm at all, taking happily to Ly’s hand. He sniffed twice at their wrist and then lay in their hand, with his head on the soft padded part of their palm where the thumb branched off. “How do you do that?” I asked. “I’ve seen it before, anyone’s tiny, you get your hands on them and in moments they’re almost wishing they’re yours.”
Ly was looking down at the little one cuddling in their hand, but they fixed their expression into a playfully sinister grin as they turned up to face me. “Oh, Cam, there are some things I can’t say, and some I just won’t,” Ly said. “Maybe I only let anyone put imprinting into commercially available Dollhouse models once I’d figured out how to imprint every tiny onto me in parallel to whatever other imprinting occurred.”
I was a little shaken as I realized couldn’t know for sure that this was false like it sounded. But then Ly laughed and shook their head. “Maybe it’s something special in my fragrances that warps their little minds into orbit around me while they smell it, something I’d never release except to a successor. Secret technology to be passed down for generations, becoming like a magical heirloom. Maybe it’s not just tinies, could be I’ve got you wrapped around my finger through no effort or merit of my own, just an inheritance drifting through the air, one that pulled you in like everything else.”
Ly was just toying with me, right? I couldn’t help notice again their cucumber scent with its trace of fresh macha. Breathing and honing my attention on the fragrance, it made me wonder if Ly used this to help them think. It was like a soft breeze on the forehead, the first sip of ice water after a nap. I adored the scent and I adored Ly, but the two things were separate. Ly sniffed at their own wrist and mock-swooned.
“No, Cam, in truth there’s things I don’t know. There’s parts of me that, in the light of how this world works, I just don’t understand. I think that’s true not just for Gentry like me, but for nearly everyone.” Ly motioned me to have a seat near the foot of the bed, then sat a just as foot to the right. They held my new tiny up for us to gaze upon. “K, for instance, is imprinted on you, and he loves being in your hand – don’t give me that doubting look, I saw his little face when he realized you were about to hand him to someone else. But here he is looking back and forth between us, not pining only in your direction. Even he doesn’t fully understand what it is about himself that draws him to me.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not a very good example,” I said. “It’s still centered around you. We all contain multitudes, or whatever it is the poets say, but you’re something special, Ly. I know you try to keep humble because it works better for your own mind, but it leads you to thinking everyone’s as brilliant as you are, and expecting… well, I just get the idea a lot of times that you’re scornfully disappointed with this world and the way decisions get made here. I can’t put a finger on it any more than you can but there really is something curious about you, and unless your picture of the world includes that it’s always going to be inaccurate.”
Ly spoke in a soft tone that drew me closer. “Oh, so you’re saying I should be more conceited? Pretty sure that’s just because you think I’m hot when I’m like that.” I flushed. I didn’t mean it from there, but what they said wasn’t wrong by one iota. “Alright then, Cam. How do you feel about this?” Clunk-clunk. Their shoes against the floor, kicked off. That had never happened before! My jaw hung open and Ly took in my reaction like it was expected. “Good. Since it’s what you want, today it’s for you to make me feel like a deity.”
Ly usually seemed a little taller than me, but it had to be the height of the the heels on their shoes – I was surprised at how small their feet seemed, to my eye about as long as my hands from wrist to forefinger. They wore purple and black striped socks to halfway up their shins, and their toes flexed once their eyes traced the path of mine. With the hand not occupied holding K, they touched their index finger under my chin to tilt my head up, so my eyes met theirs. Then with the same hand they took a small red gemstone from a little hidden pocket inside their sleeve. Its intense bright red was eye-catching, and both my gaze and K’s were fixed on it.
Ly brought the red gem close to K, and he leaned away at first but then he got closer to it, sniffed it. Licked it; that was a little odd but I guess he was just a tiny now, it could be countenanced. I could just hear him make a little satisfied sound, then he licked it again, and started licking over and over. As he licked, he started dwindling smaller. He couldn’t pull away; whatever he was tasting was too compelling, and as he shrank I couldn’t look away. He passed below the five inch mark, then four inches, then three. At that point Ly restrained him with their index finger under his chest and their thumb behind his back, pulling him away from the gem or candy in their other hand. K reached out longingly at it as he was pulled away, then looked to Ly for a moment. Then his gaze fell on me with adoration and awe as he took his owner in at a whole new scale, more than double the already enormous size I’d been to him.
Ly took his attention back though, pulling him close and turning their palm to their face, a gaze of adoration turned on my tiny. For whatever edge they put on, Ly was one of those people who held deep in their heart that tiny people, and people who wanted to be tiny, were radiantly adorable. “Oh, K, I think your poor master’s jealous. What do you think I could get him to do if I licked him like I’m about to lick you?”
Judging by K’s wide-eyed bewildered expression, it may as well have been a sphinx’s riddle spoken in Coptic, but I felt my cheeks flush red. Ly just smiled. “Oh, Cam, don’t worry, I’ve got three things for you to lick too. Why don’t you get my socks off?“ With this they turned to lie with their back on my bed, their head on my pillow, and now their feet in my lap. I turned and looked at them, but Ly was whispering something to my tiny K. It occurred to me that they were going to make him cum before I ever got to, and that hit me hard. Even if he tried his best to give me a lovely response, I’d know when I did it that it wasn’t the first time a giant tongue had made him cum. That was always a special moment with a new tiny for me – I liked to come on commanding and a little rough at first, then show them how good I could make them feel if they pleased me. But K would be left pining for Ly. Well, that would be two of us.
Still, Ly had never put their feet in my lap before. If I thought of the big picture and not the temporary pleasures of one tiny, there was nothing to be jealous of – I was still a full size person, and I was making progress into the life of someone I would insist was the most captivating and genius member of the haute ancien to ever gaze upon this world, even though I had no perspective to base this comparison on. I slid my left thumb in the hem of their right sock, and felt the smooth, soft skin on the underside of their calf as I did. Skin where I had never touched, where I’d never thought I’d touch. All the way down along their cute little ankle to their heel. Feet perfectly maintained, surely adored and cared for by thousands upon thousands of tiny hands, but here they were seeming almost petite in mine. Their talk of ‘three things to lick’ had me raring to get to the third but I knew there was no rushing this. I took the exquisite pale foot in my hand and slid the sock off the rest of the way. Ly spread their toes wide and I took in the scent – now, there was no doubt they did run here.
I closed my eyes, bringing my face closer and closer slowly, visibly breathing deeply, gradually extending my tongue. It was like I was unwilling to believe this was real, as if I was thinking that I’d be fed to their cat or thrown somewhere to forget if I actually took this next step myself. They withdrew their foot. No, I’d hesitated too long. They weren’t even going to let me get the other sock off. The pain in my eyes when I looked at Ly – they saw it and let out a peal of laughter. “Silly thing, take off both socks first. Then you can see what you get to lick. You’re acting like, if I asked you to make a sandwich, you’d run to get my approval before you put the bread on top – what’s gotten into you?”
They were right, what was I doing? I put my thumb in the other sock and took it off, tracing my hand along the calf like I had the other. “Oh, I get it,” Ly said. “You’re nervous!” They giggled. I took the sock the rest of the way off and turned to face them again. They pulled the hand with K in it away from their face and wiped a little extra-slippery drool from the corner of their mouth. Ly still had the red candy or gem, whichever it was, in their hand. That was surprising, I’d think after they got K down to the size they preferred tinies to be when putting them between palm and tongue they’d have put it away.
“Before you get started down there, here’s your first thing to lick!” Instinctively I caught the red gleam as it flew toward me, tossed underhand, heavy for its size. Oh. I had never seen or heard of anything quite like this. Did all esteemed haute carry a rock like this in their sleeve? Was it permanent or temporary? So many questions and no knowledge to guide me into this. But would I refuse? Certainly not. I gave it a whiff. There was no smell besides a lingering cool green air from when it was in Ly’s hand. It wasn’t damp where K had licked it, and no layers had partially dissolved. This was a gemstone. How did it work? Was it like a static charge that somehow caused shrinking when it transferred? I didn’t understand.
“Oh, Cam, don’t you worry. Garnet drops are perfectly safe as long as you obey one rule: do not swallow them. No matter how much you lick and taste, you’ll be back to your old self a few hours after you stop.” Ly was so commanding right now, like they’d donned the mantle of their station that they normally left hanging in another room. Garnet drops, were these a thing of the Gentry? I extended my tongue, this time not awaiting a second command from Ly.
Gems are rocks. Rocks should taste like something earthy, something salty maybe, something dirty perhaps, even something bitter if we venture out far on this limb. But there was nothing rocky here, no sweat, no salt, all sweet and lightly sour exquisite layers of flavor. Maybe it really was a candy. But it shone like a gem! It seemed every taste brought me closer to its truth. Sublime tartness alternated with citrusy luxuriation, and then as I felt myself begin to miniaturize another taste came through: like chocolate, but where chocolate was brown and tastes as such, this was all the hues of a fuschia in glorious bloom. Almost flowery in its flavor as if the last metaphor bulged from the page into reality, sweet and nectarry and pungent. It couldn’t be a gem and it couldn’t be candy. Physically, it had to be that I only tasted my saliva; it was imbued in such flavor without diminishing this treasure in any way.
Maybe it was a rock and it was candy. I rubbed it along the inside of my lips, spreading the bubbly mochafuschia flavor all through my mouth, even making a conscious effort to salivate so I could get more of the taste. It was becoming challenging to fit the candy gem between my teeth and my lips, since it was getting a little bit big. K had shown me the right idea though, I remembered him licking it like a cute little tiny and I did the same thing, just. Like a. Cute. Little. Tiny.
A peal of laughter fifty times bigger than my whole body rang out. My attention wobbled as I sprung from that previous state of deliciousness – er, state of consciousness – to my present attention, once again in the moment. Ly’s feet came at me from both sides, gently, and it was a shock to realize I fit between their arches. I’d gotten smaller than I’d set K’s scale to! The gem candy uncandy ungem was right there too, just a little stretch away. I extended my arms as far as I could, my fingers too, and only barely managed to get a grip on the big thing and pull it toward me. I got to lap at it three times and taste a brand new magnificent pomegranate creaminess before Ly’s feet disrupted my access, pushing together and pinning me firm between their soles as they pulled them closer.
They took the garnet drop away, and it disappeared from my longing when it vanished from my sight. “My goodness Cam, you sure made yourself small.” When Ly spoke, their voice was huge – I’d never been tiny before, even temporarily; the closest I’d gotten was half size after a harmless prank. I had to wonder if this was just how it was being this way, or if it was different for me because instead of being shrunk by a normal person, I had been shrunk by an actual deity. But this was just Ly, my friend, even if they were older, smarter, and part of our society’s openly ruling elite, right? Was I always like this to them: simply there to be plucked up at any second? Had I really imagined I could take them as my own, that I hadn’t been already theirs in a thousand ways I didn’t know? What silliness! And yet – somehow still I wanted them for mine.
But look at me – here between their feet, in a way Ly was mine. All of Ly was more than I could comprehend, much less have, but they’d made themselves into a world just for me, the warm soft arches I’d nestled between and the huge feet they were part of. I remembered my duty to my deity: I was sworn to lick three things – two implied and one surprise. The surprise had not been what I’d expected, but was still a delight in every way. But now it was time for me to do my part in serving Ly.
I realized that I still had my shorts on. It would have hung in my mind as a true oddity, given my method of shrinking, had I not been in the plunge of devotion, but as it was I simply considered the dwindled garment an obstacle to what I wanted to do. With a little wiggling and adjusting, I slipped them off and leaned naked between Ly’s arches, my back towards their toes, and I tossed the tiny shorts away so they’d fall past the other side of the left foot. I looked up at Ly’s face from between their arches and saw they were gazing down at me, holding K to the side. They offered K another lick or two of that enticing candy gem, letting him dwindle himself a little further, then popped him in their mouth and smiled at me.
Visibly sucking and savoring K, but their eyes just on me now, they separated their feet a bit, plummeting me to the surface of the huge bed. Normally this was my bed but that seemed unbelievable – my size aside, if anything, this was Ly’s bed now. As Ly looked at me, past me, through me, they flourished the bright garnet droplet, letting it tumble across the backs of their fingers, back and forth, occasionally tossing it from hand to hand. They didn’t cease this as they cooed, “If I wanted, I could offer you a lick of this any time I saw you.” A soft laugh. “And you wouldn’t get far without me, so I’d see quite a lot of you. You understand what that would mean, but even now you want it, because you see it.” I did. I didn’t just want to taste more layers of watermelon and strawberry and citrus and raspberry and fuschia and chocolate and echoing surreal dreams and fermented saccharine nightmares, I wanted to belong to Ly. I understood now that having them could mean belonging to them. But I didn’t want that taste to reign over me. Even as I saw it I was relieved that it was out of reach. I did not extend my hands for it.
Ly saw this, and smiled. They palmed the gem and showed their empty hands, quicker and trickier this time than they had been earlier with their pocket. It probably helped not having a tiny in hand. “You’re something special, Cam, a real gem,” Ly said, speaking around my tiny in their mouth. “I know your self-preservation is too strong for the next thing I’ll need someone’s help with; for the course your brilliance has set me on. I’ll be deeply involved with all of that soon and you’ll seldom see me for awhile. But if our two paths persist, then cross again they shall, this I promise you. Know that what I give you now is intimacy from my own heart, and not a repayment for any of the unique ways you’ve served me.”
It hurt to hear we’d soon be parting, and it hurt worse to realize how badly. Everything I’d wanted, a favor from a most esteemed celebrant of the Gentry owed and waiting for me when I finished my foundational studies. I wanted to be with them, though. Then I put their words together a little better. Self-preservation. They needed someone willing to stand at the intersection of two verges, like in the idea they’d turned my nervous joke into. If anyone had done that, they were lost along with everyone else that had disappeared in the crossing of verges. But only a handful of scientists were even known to have been lost in the intersection of verges, so it was doubtful any of them had been positioned just right. No, they were right; risks like that weren’t for me. Ly needed someone with the temperament of an astronaut for this kind of thing.
“Now, Cam, to keep me extra special in your memory, come and lick these toes.” Ly said it like I’d need to go somewhere, but in the matter of an instant their left foot knocked me over, and their toes pinned me to my own bed. Ly’s bed, for now.
I began to lick frantically. My head was in the gap between their first and second toes, so I traced my lips along the edge between them, giving it a little tender nibble as I went. Ly’s other toes squirmed and I knew I had done right. Just like everything else about them, Ly’s toes were intoxicating. The sweat was still there like it was fresh out of the socks - they hadn’t touched the underside of either foot to the bed, only to each other, and now to me. The toes curled around me and lifted me off the sheet, turned me so I was vertical, and came together once again, uncurling their toes once I’d be snug against those of their other foot.
I took the opportunity to give the same treatment to the other foot, a slurpy playful nibble along the edge between the first two toes, then I pulled myself up a bit to reach further and dove in with my tongue, sliding it along the soft tender skin between their toes that was past that edge I’d traced. Forward with my tongue, then, impishly but gently, backward with my incisors dragging against Ly’s skin. I heard them moan and everything shook just a little. “Oh my, just like that, little one,” I heard them coo breathily, and they shuddered with delight. I worked my way down, giving that tender treatment between each pair of toes, a nibbling sucking kiss along the edge of the sole where the toes meet, then between the toes a diving lick and a drag back of my sharp little teeth. Ly had to separate their feet a little for me to get further down, but by the end their feet were completely apart and Ly was a twitching panting mess, their hand reaching down alongside a bulge in their pants, fingers pressing deep, toes curling and uncurling, jaw and lips moving in a sensual way that implied untold delights of the tongue for tiny K.
“Stars in all directions, glimmers and sparkles, fizzles and bubbles,” Ly murmured whimperingly. Then in a more direct tone they added, “Fucking hell Cam, you’ve got me slick all up and down. I’m hanging at the edge.” Then they blocked me from the sight of them, putting their right foot down over me gently, pinning me face-up under the ball. They squirmed on their own, but nonetheless I wiggled and licked to give them more. I wanted to be theirs; if I wasn’t done with my studies then fuck my studies, I’d just be their little love pet. But they didn’t want that, not for me and not from me. So instead, as I buried myself in frantic delight under their toes, I gave them everything I had.
It was only as my own struggles gave fruition and slipperiness came to pervade between myself and Ly’s toes that Ly’s own moans took a shrill timbre and their toes curled and uncurled around me, a rhythm to this that was surely resonating through their body. My own spasming became entrained, and between Ly’s precision, their sexual prowess, and their visible rhythmic tongue motions, I didn’t doubt that our unison of ecstasy was a trio, with K letting slip all his flavors.
More than ever, I wanted Ly all for mine. But for now, I held them as close as I could. I’d have to wait, but there would be time.
