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[shriinkydink]

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most things are tagged pretty self explanatory, I post a lot about shrinking and macro/micro in general :)

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[mousey-sprouts]

Drink Up

M/f

Wizard husband has a little fun with a lactation-inducing spell on his wife, and then shrinks her at her request. Viktorverse OC’s- lactation heavy.

“Mmn-“ Viktor mumbles, teeth skirting around the pink skin underneath, eyes half-lidded as he glances up at his wife. “I love you.”

She giggles softly, stroking her fingers through his hair with every gulp.

“I love you too, Vicky.” She whispers, leaning back slightly to give him a bit more room. “Taste good?”

“Mhm.” He affirms, tongue tracing the pebble in front of him. “It’s…” another suckle. Another swallow. “Sweeter than I'd expected.”

“Like magic~?”

“Shut up.” He pulls back, grin on his face as he wipes his chin with the back of his arm. “Are you still enjoying yourself?”

Mia stretches, falling onto her back onto the mattress behind her. Viktor splays himself out at her side, holding onto her arm with both of his.

“…they’re heavier than I thought they’d be.” She finally states, free hand reaching up to grope one of her breasts- three cup sizes bigger than usual. “I mean, obviously, other women have said they get heavy, but-“

She sits up slightly, shifting her elbows. Down past her stomach, nuzzled up against her, was her husband staring, awestruck.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” She shifts her legs, turning to the side to cradle against him,

shoving her tits in his face in the process.

“I always like it when there’s more of you to touch.” He murmurs out, hands snaking up her waist.

“Hm.” She fake-scoffs, pulling him closer to nest his face between both melon-sized breasts. “Does that mean you don’t like it when I’m small for you?” She scratches his chin like a cat, which he happily leans into.

“I love every version of you.” He states, trying to situate himself despite the mass of warm flesh surrounding him. There's a beat of silence, save for their breathing. “…was that you trying to pull a fast one, or do you really want me to shrink you on top of all this?”

“It’s tempting.” She says, lifting her arms and bending them at the elbows around his neck, cocooning him. “But… I dunno, I’d hate to bother you with-“

In a sudden jolt, she’d lost a couple of feet in height.

“We’re having sex.” He states plainly, rolling himself on top of her and restraining her wrists. Even in such a dominant stance, he can't help but glance down at her swollen breasts. “You think shrinking you bothers me any?”

She’s pulled further downwards, her already half-off negligee pooling itself around her in pink, silken fabric.

“Vick-!“ She gasps out in surprise, fluttering her little feet around uselessly.

Around a foot tall, now, Viktor scoops his doll-sized wife up and off of the bed, rolling over onto his back to inspect her further. Almost immediately, he starts squeezing at her tits.

A sharp, electric jolt shoots down from her chest directly into her cunt, the interaction met with gushes of wetness from both organs- soaking his fingertips as well as between her own thighs all at the same time.

“Shit-!” He takes a quick breath in, biting his lip after sucking off the milk from his fingers in an attempt to savor the taste. He’d never looked at her quite this voraciously before. “…do you not like it?” He huffs, barely keeping himself held back.

“N-No, that’s not it, I just…” She leans forward, rubbing her face against his spit-slicked fingers the moment they return. “I feel bad, asking for so many things at once.” Mia admits sheepishly.

Viktor shrugs, planting a kiss to her navel.

“I kind of dig it.” He chuckles, pulling her close and dragging his tongue up from her pelvis to her tits. “They’re perfectly candy-sized, like this.”

“Haah-“ She breathes out, back instinctively arching as he sucks one of her tits into his mouth entirely, circling her weeping nipple like he’d been starved his entire life and this was his lifeblood. “V-Vick…”

His tongue wraps around the underside of her breast, pushing it up against the roof of his mouth with a slight vibration to coax out more of her milk. She squirms, grasping desperately at his nose with her arms while her legs flailed wildly. The heel of her foot makes contact with his Adam’s apple, taking in the motion of it bobbing and swaying with every greedy swallow he takes. Her toes dig into the flesh below them, scrunching up and hooking onto his facial hair like a shag carpet.

“You know-“ he lets the flesh pop out of his mouth to speak. More than anything, Mia wanted to reach down, to finger herself and relieve herself of the throbbing libido her husband was only pushing further. Of course, he knew she’d be at this point, by now- He’d pinched her hands together in a silent denial the second he stopped drinking. “This specific breast growth spell- believe it or not, was originally penned to help aid women having trouble with lactation in the 1600s.”

“Fuck-“ She gasps out. A geeky tirade about magic, right now, was going to send her over the edge. His glasses slip slightly down the bridge of his nose. With the barest hint of a grin, he lifts his elbow to push the frames back up his face: which, subsequently, forced her wrists up above her head. Fucker was doing this on purpose. “Vick-“

“Downside was,” he grunts, once again rolling onto his stomach so that he could properly restrain her on top of his pillow. Just as quickly as he’d changed positions, he was honed in on the opposite nipple, ready to give it equal attention. “On top of upping milk production like crazy- one of the main side effects was terrible sensitivity.”

She makes a strangled, gurgle-moan as he pinches her nipple full force between his fingers, rolling the bud harshly in little circles. Her legs slap together, thighs frictionlessly grinding against each other as every thought in her body honed in on the orgasm she craved so badly.

A finger with a circumference wider than her thigh wedges itself between her legs right before she finishes. With an anguished howl, she lurches forward-only to be shoved back down by her husband’s face planted firmly on top of her.

“Not yet,” he huffs out, hot, wet breath spreading down her body. “I’m not done.”

The tip of his tongue traces over her tits, every tastebud serving only to harden her pink, swollen nipples further than they’d already been. A milky-clear liquid runs down his chin; saliva mixed with milk. Her milk. Instinctively, she clasps her legs around the finger that had prevented her from finishing, grinding mindlessly against the tip and receiving a pleased groan from her husband above.

“F-Fuck!” She gasps. Coherent words weren’t reaching her brain. “Fuck, fuck!”

His teeth graze against her, pinching her leaking nipple delicately between incisors.

Mia screams.

He grins, switching back to sucking- hard. She feels like she’s going to implode- like he’s about to drain her entirely. “VICK-“ She whines, feet kicking out at his knuckles in a useless attempt to displace them so that she can finally bring herself to orgasm. It felt like hours, at this point, despite the fact she knew they’d only been at it for about twenty minutes.

“Good girl.” He groans, finally pulling off of her, leaving her abused tits red and aching in his wake. Even still- he refuses to let go of her wrists, keeping them firmly bound above her head.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he leans a bit further down- planting kiss after kiss to her navel and under her chest. She was nearing her limit. Breathing was getting harder.

“Thank you, beautiful.” His husky baritone vibrates around her, tangible to her core. Another kiss- this time, much softer and delicately placed onto her red-hot, heaving tits. “You tasted wonderful.”

Her head hangs limply, energy almost depleted in its entirety.

Almost over. This was almost over.

“You’re welcome, sir.” She chokes out, body trembling.

His kisses multiply, trailing down her stomach and directly to her weeping cunt. His tongue replaces the finger meant to prevent her from pleasuring herself.

She gasps, seeing stars as the very tip of his tongue presses itself against her throbbing clit.

“That’s it,” he praises her response, petting her head with the finger previously between her legs. “Let it out.” Another delicate lick to her cunt. “My good girl.”

“V-Vicktor!” She yelps, flooding his tastebuds with ejaculate in an explosive orgasm. He grinds against her thighs, slurping up the excess greedily.

She babbles on incoherently as her body rides it out, using her newly-freed hands to grab at and pull herself even closer to his face. She couldn’t hear anything. Her vision was barely working. At some point, a few minutes later, she’s quietly grown back to normal. Her brain hardly processes it.

“We’ll get your breasts back to normal a little later.” He whispers into her ear, muffled and buzzing alongside the residual tinnitus that was slowly fading back into the background. “Rest, darling. You deserve it.”

He kisses her forehead. There’s milk on his breath.

Eyelids heavy, Mia can’t help but doze off to the sound of her husband's heartbeat, surrounded by his body heat. Never in her life had she been so completely, utterly drained.

Even still- all that ran through her mind as she fell into a quiet slumber was a deep-set craving for him to do all of this to her all over again.

“I love you.” She mumbles into his musky tshirt.

“I love you too, darling.” He holds her close, waiting for her breathing to finally even out. “More than anything in the world.”

[growth-opportunities]

When I caught the shortstack virus I wasnt too worried at first, how could losing a couple inches of height possibly be so bad? And I get some extra curves on top of that? Win-win!

I've been a beanpole my whole life so I thought the deal would be pretty sweet, even me out and all that. Well, ive lost over a full foot of height and my curves are big enough that I can't see my toes anymore, and my ass serves as my personal booster seat! I'm starting to think that this wasnt really the upgrade i thought it would be...

That's the tricky part of things like the Shortstack Virus or when people figure out how to trade IQ points for cup sizes: people always overestimate how much they can afford to lose. At least in your case, you don't really get to choose how severe your strain of the virus is, but it's almost always stronger than people expect.

The changes start out exciting enough. A little extra tit, a little bonus ass, all for a few inches that you'll barely miss. Whatever looseness in your clothes comes from your diminishing height is offset by your growing curves, keeping the fabric tight. You feel confident. You feel sexy. You feel a little clumsy, but you're still getting used to the fact that the ground is a little closer than it used to be. Who cares? You've got tits now!

But the virus still has to run its course. The ground keeps getting closer and everything else is getting bigger, especially your own curves. Your widening hips keep bumping into things. Your tits squish against anything and everything. You try to reassure yourself that this is still what you wanted, but the struggles are mounting. Things that used to be easily in reach now require you to use a stool or jump for them, which just makes your ballooning curves wobble obscenely. Now that you're starting to dip below the heights of other people, they take you less seriously, some even giggling at your shrinking stature.

It only gets worse from there. So much of your mass is shifted to your chest that the only reason you don't fall over is that your ass balanced you out. Forget trying to find a bra that fits. You're shrunk small enough now that even custom bra makers would think your measurements were a joke. You wobble obscenely with every little move you make, whether that's sliding out of bed and hitting the floor or having to hop to get up onto a chair. With your curves being your defining features, that's all anyone sees of you. Some of them even try to pick you up like a little, plush doll! It's not all bad for you, though. Your bed feels so much bigger now and so much of your time is spent laying in it, groping your huge tits with one hand while the other moves between your thick thighs. Your body is so soft and so curvy and so damn sensitive; you can't stop yourself!

Of course, it may not seem like it, but you're one of the lucky ones.

Just imagine what the virus would do to someone who wasn't tall to begin with...

[wolf-makes-pups]

“Oh come on, don’t be such a bitch!” He calls, as the latest woman he failed to pick up storms away from the bar. The young man came to this bar every weekend, supposedly to pick up women. However, his attempts always in the same sentence. The bartender let out a chuckle. “Another fail huh? Here. This one’s on the house. I made it… special… for you.” He said, pushing a drink across the bar with a sly smile on his face.

The guy didn’t even think twice. “Hey, thanks man! These girls don’t know what they’re missing.” He said, taking the drink and downing it in less than a minute. He ordered another round and went back over to meet up with his friends. He had no idea what was coming.

About half an hour later, he started to feel sick. “Maybe you need some fresh air, man.” One of his friends suggested. He stumbled out the side entrance of the bar, bracing himself against the alley wall. He felt dizzy and nauseas, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried not to puke. His stomach was cramping, and there was some weird… warm feeling deep in his core. Something was definitely wrong.

“Ah, it’s about time you showed up.” A voice rang out from the shadows. “It’s bad to keep your master waiting, you know.” The man looked over as another person approached, trying to see who it was. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He spat, trying to sound more tough than he felt.

“Shhh. It hurts more if you fight it.” The voice replied as the figure stepped into the light. The bartender? “What did.. you do to me.. you won of a bitch.” The man asked between panting breaths. The heat was spreading through his lower body. It felt good. Why did it feel good? He didn’t want this. His cock started to rise, despite the pain in his belly.

“There’s that word again. I don’t think you really know what it means do you? I thought you could use a reminder.” The bartender said, stopping just out of reach. The man tried to lunge at him, but his weakness caused him to stumble and collapse on the ground. Why did he feel so weak? He worked out all the time.

He looked down at his arms as he caught himself. Were his arms… thinner? And his hands… they definitely used to be bigger. His confusion grew as the warmth continued to spread and he felt himself shrinking. His body changing. The bartender laughed. “Trying to bite me, huh? You’re a feisty one. But you won’t be for much longer.”

The man tried to respond, but his words wouldn’t come out right. They were muddled and slurred. His tongue felt wrong in his mouth. He reached up to touch his face and felt as his mouth lengthened into a snout and fur began to sprout from his skin. He tried to scream, but what came out sounded like a howl.

Suddenly, his attention was drawn back to his now throbbing cock. He felt so aroused. His whole body felt sensitive as it warped and changed. This was so wrong… but it felt so good. He grabbed his dick with his still shrinking hands and started pumping into them, trying to relieve the heat.

“That’s it. Just give in.” The bartender crooned as he crouched down. “It’ll be over soon.” The man- well, former man- kept going, his hips beginning to thrust as he lost himself in his arousal. His new tail started to wag. It became a struggle to hold his dick as his fingers grew fatter and more rounded. Yet he was finally able to reach release, his cock spurting all over his belly as fur started to spread across it.

To his horror, the warmth didn’t go away. It only got stronger. He went back to try to touch his cock again, give it some sort of stimulation, only to feel it shrink between his paws. He looked down to watch as his member retreated into his crotch and his balls drew up into his body until all that was left was a little nub with a new, puffy, leaking hole beneath it.

Overwhelmed by lust, he pushed at his new hole with his cum-covered paws, trying to figure out what to do. He whined as the warmth became solid in his core. His stomach began to swell, two rows of nipples peaking through his thin fur. He humped at nothing as he rounded out and his teats filled with milk. He orgasmed again as he felt squirming in his swollen belly.

The heat faded as he panted quickly to catch his breath. As he regained his mind, he began to panic. Oh god. He was a dog. He was a girl dog. He was… he was pregnant! His head snapped to look at the bartender as he spoke again. “What a good little bitch you are. Getting off on your belly full of puppies.”

The man crouched down, securing a collar around the dog’s neck. “You know, being a bartender is just my side job. My real job is as a dog breeder. And I think you’ll make an excellent addition to my pack.”

[transformablefeedee]

You thought being a life guard included hitting on and cat calling people because your hot shit. Only you seemed to have upset some special guest or someone who reminded you about the toy that you are.

They poked at your muscular physique belly overhang and blubbery arms.

They tapped at your dumb empty little head.

They squished your fat cheeks and moobs

They informed you that your place at this pool wasn’t to work nor talk to people. It was to be a toy. To be made of rubber and plastic. To be sat on and floated on top of.

* 🤠

The changes were almost instantaneously, like they were revealing a truth under myself I had never quite put together. Poking my stomach, the belly that surged out with inflated air suddenly starts pushing up into my head, making the world spin slightly. That settles permanently as they tap my head, the air filling it to the brim, and when they squish my cheeks, they come with a pleasant SQRK that pushes the air out across my body.

My fingers puff out into nubs, before sealing themselves into a single bappy mitten. I try to move to witness these changes, confirm them as my vision blurs, but my movement is now just as restricted as an inflatable's would be. To really push my limbs up, I would need something externally moving my shoulders. And before I can even attempt to ask for such a thing, the VIP has lifted me up like I was nothing, and splashed me down into the pool, squishy plastic tummy face up. Not like I would be able to say much, with just a plastic grin plastered across my new plastic casing.

The VIP quickly jumps in after me, landing right on top of me. The splash is immense, and that alongside the pressure flips my world upside down. I squeak again and again, almost like I'm trying to catch my breath. But there is no breath to catch, because it's all sealed up tight by my rubber skin. I feel the VIP reach down and grab at my hips, which is when I realize I now have handlebars there... sensitive, tense handlebars. If anyone were to look closely at my face design, they'd see my eyes rolled up with pleasure anytime the VIP fingers those handlebars.

The air tingling inside me, the rubber stretched out to the max with every motion and pressure contorting me... it makes me forget myself. Forget my body. When I am lifted out of the pool, I cannot conceptualize time anymore. In fact, I can barely conceptualize an outside world. The only things immediately relevant to me are the hands on me, and the air in me, tightly keeping me round. The water drips off me, and when I am put down, the water slowly sizzles off. By the time I am lifted again, I have almost forgotten how it feels to be touched, and my entire body squeaks. Suddenly, I feel a pair of lips pressed against my valve, a feature of my body I only now became aware of, the entirety of my skin tensing even more as the lips curl slightly around the edges, threatening to loose the valve and release all of the air that is keeping me upright.

"Now, have you learned your lesson, or would you like to see what happens to you when I deflate you and re-inflate you a few times before I deign you to be human again..."

The squeak is quickly replaced by a sudden air fsssssssssssss that staccatos in my mind before it becomes perfectly drained and blank.

[fatguarddog]

Oh boy, magical addictive substance that makes you dumber, fatter and more obedient the more you eat it? Guess I should only have a little bit then! No don't worry, I can totally be trusted to control myself with this kind of stuff!

[speckoflust]

God I wanna be pinned and ravishingly kissed by you until I fit in your palm and am getting sucked off by your giant gorgeous scary face hoping you don't swallow me... maybe just to be shoved into your clit and made to lick, grope, and grind on it while your pussy lips that are as big as I am are right next to me, hoping you don't like unbirthing and using tinies as sex toys in more creative ways,,, not that I wouldn't say yes

Read this on my lunch and ohhh my god, I'm very much jerking to this later

I want to feel you get smaller and smaller and have you fight to keep me from accidentally choking you with my tongue when it starts getting too big for your mouth. I may not be particularly into oral vore, but you're 100% getting put in my mouth the second I can fit you in there. I'll toy with you and fully take advantage of now being able to bully your entire being with my tongue. I'll work orgasm after orgasm out of you with the tip. And then when I'm bored and you're sufficiently soggy and fucked out, THEN I'll put you on my clit.

You weren't planning on not returning the favor, right? Good. Now good luck getting your footing with how wet I'll be down there. In fact, I'd love to see how you'd try to scramble for my thick clit before I just shove your face in it myself. All that squirming and whining would be soo cute, especially when I start using you as a stroker. And when you're fully spent? Well. You said it yourself, you wouldn't turn down being shoved in me. Not like it would be hard. You'd slip riiiight in, and if you want out, you would have to put in some effort to make it happen. Until you do, I'll slip on my boxers and go about my day. I don't imagine it will be a quick endeavor, and I got things to do. And you make for suuuch a good toy! In fact, I'd wager you would take your sweet time, wouldn't you? ...Just be sure to squirm a lot while you're still there :]

[pidgefudge]

hello 👋 i am the worlds smallest bug 🐛 and ☝️ i too would like to “fag it up” if i may

[mousey-sprouts]

suddenly picked up by the scruff of your shirt and you’re panicking and thrashing and your significant other pulls you to their face giggling about how fast the shrinking was.

[chromaticabrasions]

i need you to talk to me as if i am scared and really really small and fragile and cute also. for sex reasons.

[shriinkydink]

best part about having a tdick is that someone can tease me for visibly getting hard but ☝️can also make fun of me for how small and useless it is

[jabberfoxy]

hmmgghh... shrinking out of clothes........ hwouugghhh

[microposting]

are a micro and a tiny the same size

yes

no, tiny is smaller

no, micro is smaller

Voting ended onMay 19

[speckoflust]

My latest thought to ramble about: Shrinking someone via kisses. A couple is making out. They're giddy at first, one of them peppering the other in kisses and nipping along their jaw and neck. The other is trying to reciprocate but can't seem to keep up. It's a little frustrating, but they're too swept up in the moment to care. Eventually they start to realize that something is off. Their partner's lips seem to take up more space on their body, and even if they aren't taking charge, they find that it's a bit difficult to reach their lover's face without putting in some effort. As time passess, those passive observations become more glaringly obvious. When they finally work up the courage to bring it up, it's only then that the other forces their tongue in their mouth. The two of them moan and cling to eachother, only separating when the air is starved away, and even then, it'd be generous to say that they were taking breaks. The one being overwhelmed notices that their partner now has to physically bend down to reach them. They can no longer fit their tongue entirely in their mouth. And, oh god, did they just pick them up?? When their partner notices that they've caught on, the kisses intensify. They're getting smaller and smaller, easier to maneuver, and more and more flustered. They try to push away from their partner's face, but it's hard to do when they're damn near as big as it. Now that they're too small to kiss properly, lips as big as their torso presses wherever they desire. They smother their face and tease their thighs. And pretty soon, they're going to overtake them entirely.

[minijacks]

Already only a few inches tall and on my knees sobbing and begging to be regrown again because being this small is absolutely terrifying, but the person who shrunk me just goes nope, I want you smaller ^^ and laughs as my cries for mercy start to become inaudible while I shrink into triviality

[kitn-underfoot]

I've been really into the idea of making out with someone tiny. I think about this a lot. How their tiny body would fit against my mouth. How their hands, lips, teeth, and tongue would indulge in my lips. Just slow, roving mouths of two different sizes, exploring each other.

 Their face pressed to my lips. Tiny teeth nipping my skin. My tongue gently flicks over their chin and a moment later, I feel their tiny tongue brushing against the very tip of mine.

My mouth wanders to their chest and I feel their face press to my cupid's bow, a moan muffled against my skin followed by their teeth nibbling along the top edge of my upper lip.

Tiny hands cupping my bottom lip, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh like a breast.

A scrape of my teeth against their abdomen... they gasp and arch, head tipped back, neck exposed. I trace a path up to it with the tip of my tongue before they lean forward again, mouth hungrily kissing along my tastebuds.

So many possibilities.

[lizalooming]

at this point the whole "i want to be kept as a pet in a jar" thing is in no small part motivated by the lack of rent