#shrinkeeposting

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Oh to be held between the lips of a giant with an oral fixation… mostly just chilling while they go about their daily life, but every few minutes their mouth tightens around your hips and their tongue pushes up hard between your thighs for just a few seconds—never long enough to find release—before they relax and go back to idly licking at your legs

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Imagine suffocating in a giant’s cunt as she grinds your face against her clit and soaks you head to toe in her cum

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Something about being a tiny that gets mailed back and forth between long-distance lovers, and it’s so so scary because you get jostled and bruised a lot, but at the end of the journey there’s always someone waiting to shower you with giant kisses and clutch you tightly to their chest and murmur adorations in your ear that are really meant for someone else because you’re the living representation of the love they have for each other. And maybe it’s innocent for them, but when you fall asleep curled up on one of their pillows at night, you imagine them together, wet and grinding against each other with your tiny body caught in the middle.

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I’m a very well behaved tiny and can be trusted to nap in your bra while you’re out in public. I promise not to wriggle around too obviously or bite down on your nipple when you’re not expecting it just to make you squeak. I would never dream of embarrassing you like that especially if I knew how severely I was gonna be punished later!! You believe me right?? 🥺🤭🥺

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You can use me as a squeeze toy when you’re stressed really it’s okay if it kinda hurts I just want you to feel better :)

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My giant owner likes to put on puppet shows to entertain her friends. I stand right where she placed me as she hangs the controller on a hook above my head and hold out my arms so she can tie the strings: first around my waist, then each wrist, above my knees, and finally beneath my jaw. They’re steps we’ve followed a hundred times. She lifts the controller, and the strings go taut, but I don’t strain against them. I give up control of my body like it’s the most natural thing in the world, letting her move my limbs however she likes. She walks me through a simple dance, just to warm up, and I obey without thought. I love the way it feels, being used to show off. It used to be frightening to have eyes on me like this, but it’s different when I don’t have to act like a person. When her friends stare and coo and clap, their pleasure is in her talent, not in me. I am hers—her instrument, her plaything. Her marionette.

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I’d make such a good pet I’m so quiet and low maintenance and easy to train and I fit in your pocket so so nicely