#micro-story

[shorteststory]

RED THE WOODS

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[hollyand-writes]

24 tender, arishok/hawke

Bexter WHYYYYYYY 

If Varric wanted to make Garrett Hawke sound like a hero, he couldn’t possibly tell Cassandra the truth. 

A duel made Hawke sound like the brave saviour of Kirkwall; the lone survivor of a heroic battle that was fierce and tense and very much life-or-death that finished with Hawke just about emerging victorious, and the Qunari leaving Kirkwall in disgrace. 

In truth, it was Hawke who was (almost) disgraced: the man had offered himself to the Arishok to take in front of all the nobles gathering there, a “noble sacrifice” that shredded Hawke’s dignity, didn’t slake his secret thirst for the Arishok as much as he hoped, and left his arse feeling far more tender than even Hawke himself expected -- but, having satisfied himself with the humiliation of one of the city’s most prominent residents, the Arishok declared that victory was in the Qun after all; and he and his men left the city without further incident. 

They declared Hawke Champion of Kirkwall anyway, for stopping the Qunari invasion and ending the war -- and nothing more was said about how exactly he’d achieved that. Not in polite company, anyway. 

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Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

[tomsfoma]

Two Slices

What good is having 503 friends if none of them come to your party?

Just a little micro-story for ya.

[crypttrader]

A woman finds a bowl of mini chocolate eggs at a party, not realising that every egg she eats adds another egg to her womb

You've never seen someone eat so much chocolate. A normal person would've gotten sick of them by now.

But she just keeps eating and eating. Stuffing herself with the tiny sweets.

She's eaten so much that her gut is bulging from her consumption. Though she really shouldn't be this bloated from just these tiny chocolate eggs... and her engorged gut sits quite a bit lower than a 'full belly' should.

She's picked up a whole bowl of the chocolate eggs. Nobody's trying to stop her. Nobody at this outdoor Easter party has made any comments about how those eggs were meant for everyone. She's just sitting there. Her expanding gut slowly spreading her legs.

She looks every bit like a woman deep into pregnancy. Her distended belly having fully escaped her shirt, it pokes out over her tight athletic shorts.

Shorts far tighter than they were a few moments ago. Strained containing her visibly wider hips. Fabric digs into her massive camel toe, visibly moistened by her wetness.

Another party-goer brings her a bowl as her gravid form threatens to pin her down to the floor below her. She accepts the offering, devouring the chocolates as if posessed by Famine itself.

People are placing pillows on the ground beneath her, as her over-productive, egg-laden womb forces her to her knees.

More guests gather around her. Some caressing her belly, softly cooing in awe and worship. Others now gently press more chocolate eggs past her lips. Two guests have attached themselves to her massive teat-like nipples. Her breasts, freed from her restrictive clothes by her dutiful attendants.

Even you are feeding her, now. Unable to stand in front of her, you stand behind her, marveling at the gravid sphere filling the grassy field meter by meter as her fertility only seems to multiply rapidly with the consumption of more easter themed confections.

She's fully lifted off the ground by about a foot and a half. Her ass, while nowhere near the size of her ova-bloated gut, is at least as large as you. Her rear, and the rest of her body, rests, suspended off the ground. her athletic shorts, now so torn into shreds they barely function as a scandelous g-string, have burried themselves deep in her massive gaping cunt.

You stare at it, in awe, as you pass basket after basket up to an attendant seated on top of her wobbling rear.

Her pussy, spewing a constant deluge of feminine lubricant, pulses and yawns. It gapes wide, all on its own, demanding to be filled. Her need to be fertilized is felt by you and everyone in the group, but none of you dare make a move.

She isn't ready yet. She isn't fertile enough.

Even still, she must be worshipped. With both hands, you massage the internal walls of her gaping cunt, allowing her divine juices to wash over you. You gently pull and stretch her opening wider, still, preparing her. Making her more form more 'right'... more appropriate for breeding.

Chocolate is fed to her in a slurry now. You don't know where the tube came from, but she's being pumped full of liquified chocolate eggs.

You don't care, so long as she keeps consuming the endless slurry.

Your face is firmly pressed against her head dwarfing clitoris. Kissing it, licking it, worshiping it. Your hands paw at it, gently, as they massage it in any way they can. Meanwhile a few dozen worshipers act as a team to massage her vaginal entrance while a half a dozen more work to stretch her wider still.

She'll birth an entire generation. An entire civilization. She'll be mother to all of existance.

But until she's fertile enough, she must be fed and worshipped. Even as her juices wash away the remains of the earth and the moon...even as her gravid form dwarfs the Milky Way..... she's still grows ever more fertile.

[crypttrader]

I love what you wrote about casual masturbation, but when I read "reality rewrite", all I could think about was someone growing and, every time they grow, reality adjusting to their new size.

A woman whose breasts grow and suddenly, her wardrobe updates to accommodate her newly swollen breasts. In fact, she can never remember a time when her torso wasn't completely covered by massive wobbling tits.

Another woman's ass swells up and the doorframes in her home suddenly widen, the woman still muttering about how the contractor overcharged her, putting off calling them again because her hips are starting to get stuck again.

A man's cock lengthens and thickens and now the drains in his house have been upgraded to handle the industrial flow of his unceasing cumloads, a tank in his backyard specifically designed to handle the torrent of cum that he pumps out multiple times a day.

A woman's milk comes in and now she has a very lucrative contract supplying half of the country with her milk, her house suddenly transformed into a massive warehouse that she lives at one end of and her udders take up the entire rest of it.

A woman's pussy starts to grow and now she has memories of when she outgrew her room, her apartment, her building, her neighborhood, her city, her pussy dwarfing the nearby mountain range and filling the valley with her femcum.

Oh fuck that's.... fuck that is hella hot. Sweet Troll Jegus.

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Some more reality rewrite ideas:

Someone fat donut engorges and constantly gapes between their quaking cheeks - or it would if it weren't currently stuffed with an obscenely large silicone insertion. Their memories and entire history shift because they've been training their hungry ass to fit larger and larger insertions all their life. They're slowly sliding down a missile silo erected for the sole purpose of housing a toy purpose built for them - and others like them. Reality has shifted to not just accomodate their need to stuff their hole... but to normalize it. It's always been completely normal okay for people to want to stuff themselves with larger and larger toys.

someone leaks so much pre that their natural lubricant is harvested to be sold in bottles as personal use lubricant across the world. The constant river flows into a massive overflow tank which has, itself, been overflowing for several decades now - as a new tank had to be erected around the facility, as a whole, to even hope to contain and process all of their juices. They're constantly edged, and never allowed to orgasm - not that they even want to.

and how can I forget a more recent favorite of mine:

Reality rewriting so that women have always been massive mounds of hunger and fat. That the literal defintion of a woman is not that they are human females, but that they are beings of pure gluttony. An entirely genetically distinct creature whose blubbery guts and quaking asses spread and grow to cover all. And that everyone else has always existed to feed them. To worship them.

[crypttrader]

Oh God, that definition...

I remember reading a story ages ago that would also fit a similar theme.

A team of scientists build a time machine and one of them goes back, all the way to the dawn of humanity, and finds some ancient humans. A few zaps with a BE gun later and all of the women in that little tribe have massive, bouncing, torso-concealing breasts. He figures that it'll just raise the average and the present day will be a world in which G cup is slightly below average.

Except, he doesn't take into consideration how he's changing all of human history.

When he returns to the present, he finds the entire world to be run in a matriarchal, size-based society, as hundreds of thousands of years of evolution have bent to the pressures of human behavior and selected for endlessly bigger breasts. The ruler of the country he now lives in is a queen of such immense size that she is completely immobile, with hundreds of manservants working round the clock to keep her gargantuan breasts massaged and moisturized and pampered. She manages to track him down and pressure him into using his invention on her. Not the time machine. She couldn't care about that. But a BE gun? With that, she could take over the world!

I would love to read that...

I would also love to see him kidnapped by spies of a neighboring country where someone has slightly smaller breasts. She has him modify his gun using genetic samples covertly acquired from various royal bloodlines - and tasks him to use the time machine once more

if she can't be the biggest, now, she'll make him go back and ensure she's at least twice as big as his queen is.

He acquiesces, partly out of fear... partly out of curiosity.

Using the gun on a single woman in the stone age makes her instantly immobile. But her size attracts so many mates that she becomes quite the prolific mother.

When he returns human society has become entirely eusocial. Colonies of humans worship their empress-queens whose breasts cover large swaths of land. They exist to be pampered, fed, and bred. The moment he steps out of his time machine, he's instantly taken hold by the pheromones of the nearest empress-queen. He has to fulfil humanity's purpose... to make his queen even bigger and more prolific brood-mother

And he knows exactly how to do so most effectively. He steps back into his time machine, ready to do what must be done.

[crypttrader]

What about someone who makes a NNN wager with his roommates only for him to do unexpectedly well, so his roommate starts sneaking aphrodisiacs and size enhancers and cum bulkers to his food to the point where, by the end of the month, he's nearly immobilized by his gargantuan cock and his enormous balls, a constant ooze of precum gushing from the tip?

And he's completely flaccid the whole time. Not even aroused at all. Somehow tha aphrodesiacs are only forcing his nuts to work over-time without actually making him horny.

Pre flowing out of his cock like a gentle stream as his chair-sized nuts rumble with fervant production, sliding along the pre-slickened floor, behind him.

Still, he's completely unaroused, despite suffering from enough pent up need to drive anyone else into an endless self-destructive rut - but they seem as if they're completely oblivious to the size and productivity of their assets. Or, more accurately, as if they've always been like that and not at all abnormal in any way.

Even after their meat-snake tears a hole through their apartment in the middle of the night, they act as if their cock is supposed to be flopped out into their garden, constantly flooding their neighborhood with warm pre.

Even when the rest of their home is demolished by nuts, so laden with impossibly dense cum they've formed a crater beneath them, the roomie doesn't stop drugging them.

The roomate, on principle, is going to keep increasing their dosage until they finally pop.

Hopefully they'll succeed by next november. Though it's doubtful the earth will even make it to the new year under his destructive mass.

[crypttrader]

Let's say two people are having a growth competition. Do you think one should dwarf the other (and possibly widening the gap ever more so), or should it be a close competition regardless of how massive they both are?

One person has to be bigger than everything, and everything includes the other person... but that other person ALSO has to be bigger than everything.

So they're always simultaneously bigger than each other, creating a reality in flux. A superposition of reality where either person is simultaneously bigger than the other person - and they are now and always have been bigger than what they just were.

If person A is bigger than the universe and everything within it, then they are bigger than person B. If person B is bigger than the universe and everything within it, that means person A is bigger than the universe and person B who is also bigger than the universe. But then person B must also be bigger than the universe and person A, who was already at least twice the size of the universe by virtue of being bigger than them.

And reality must bend to accomate size. If there is no room within reality to accomodate them, than room will be forcibly created.

The universe gets bigger to accomate Person A and Person B. Who both then become larger than the universe.

Soon even time is not safe, as they both grow beyond the definition of time itself. They grow into the future and into the past. Each person has always been bigger than they currently are - which means they've been growing from that size since the beginning of time. Which means they've both been growing larger and faster than the other person, simultaneously.

Reality breaks apart as each person grows into their own fractal of existance. Of course, growing into a separate fractal is still growth. So each person must grow into their own fractal AND the other's. Recursively, they continue to grow into ever splintering realities. Within each reality the universe expands to accomate them as they grow into the past of that sliver of being.

The two competitors are now competing not just against each other, but their own mirror selves. Trillions of infinities of realities of growth which MUST be bigger than all others combined. Forcibly accelerating the never to be resolved paradox between each of them. Forever expanding and multiplying.

Because there must always be more.