#shrunken!reader

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Top O' The Mornin' To Ya, Little Laddie!

Request: "Could you do something with Jacksepticeye he definitely deserves a tiny guy and maybe transforming one onto his shoes or something hahaha" -@dabooi

Content: Foot Play, Playful Giant, RPF, Foot Worship

A/N: My first request! I hope you like it! Also, apologies for the length of time between uploads. Had finals the past week and I was very busy studying. But now it's summer, so hopefully my uploads will be much more consistent

You woke up with a pounding headache. The ground beneath you was frigid, what little skin you had exposed felt numb. Sitting up and rubbing your head, you looked around. There was a large object behind you, almost as tall as a building. A large glass face pointed in your direction. Through the tinted glass you were able to see what looked like electronic components. Wiring attached to various points inside, and you shuddered to think what the large fans inside could do if you got caught in them. To your left and right were large, black, metal beams. They looked like they were easily as wide as you were tall. And dead ahead was a structure you couldn't discern. Large plastic wheels, easily capable of pinning you if not outright crushing you, rested on the floor. More plastic beams connected the wheels to a central support beam that lead to a platform that had to easily be 75 feet above you, if not higher. From this angle, it looked like a regular gaming chair. But that was ridiculous, right? If the chair was that tall, you had to be miniscule!

Before you could decide on your next move, a large section of the wall beyond chair opened like a door, before a giant entered the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the giant's face became properly lit from the ceiling lamp hanging from the sky, you easily recognized who it was. You'd been a longtime fan of his YouTube channel, his regular greeting long since ingrained into your memory. Walking through the door was none other than Jacksepticeye. However, your admiration and excitement quickly turned to fear. Each of his sneaker-clad footfalls caused thundering booms to resonate throughout the room. He was able to cross the miles long distance between the door to where you are in mere seconds. Or atleast, what seemed like miles to you.

As he pulled out his chair, you tried to force yourself to stand, to be able to do anything to avoid being spotted. However, luck was not on your side today. You hear the giant youtuber yell out "Oh fuck! What is that?"

As those words wash over you, you feel paralyzed. All sorts of emotions bubbling up from the pit of your stomach with fear being the predominant one. You turn just in time to see Jack reaching for a plastic cup that was sitting on his desk before dropping it over you, trapping you in place. Once he was certain the cup was secure enough, Jack removed his hand before bringing his face closer. You could his face in finer detail than any of his other fans ever would. But now wasn't the time for ogling his face. You ran towards the edge of the cup before pounding your fists against its surface. The cup still damp from the water it must've been holding previously. "What're you?" He asks, his voice muffled slightly by the plastic, "You're like some kinda... tiny guy..."

Once he said those words, you stopped banging on the plastic and instead started vigorously nodding your head. "Yes! I don't know how I got here!" You yelled out, doing whatever you could to let him know the truth. Jack seemed to register your words, or at least he was able to figure out what you were nodding at. "If ya promise not to bite me, I'll let you out. Understand?" Jack asked, hand already grabbing the top of the cup. You quickly nod your head in agreement.

A blast of drier air rushes over you as the cup is lifted. Jack places the cup back on top of his desk shortly before laying his hand next to you, palm up. "Climb on little guy, lemme get a better look atcha."

You hesitantly climb onto his palm, and he slowly brings you closer to his face. At this distance, and without the dewy plastic of the cup separating you, you're able to see a few beads of sweat on Jack's forehead. His now colossal eyes scan you head to toe before asking "So, I'm guessing you'll need my help to grow back to normal?"

"If you have any help to offer. Not like I can do much at this size." You respond.

"Well little guy, I gotta finish recording my new videos, and this sweat is kickin' my ass... Any chance you'd be okay with helpin' me first?"

You nod your head before even asking how you'd be able to help a titan like him cool down. But, before you're able to ask, you feel him shift as he pulls a socked foot out of one of his sneakers. "I'm gonna apologize ahead o' time for the smell. But if ya could just massage my feet while I record, I'll definitely help you grow back."

You don't even get to respond as Jack quickly brings his hand down to his open sneaker. Your nose is already being assaulted by the smell coming from the opening, but you strangely don't mind it. At least not as much as you thought you should. "God, the smell must be even worse for ya down there. I can't imagine being that small makes it smell any less. Thank you for this, little one." Jack says before turning his hand. You slide along his palm before landing unceremoniously against the warm insole. Your face immediately becoming slick with the youtuber's sweat. You turn just in time to see the socked foot return to its home in the sneaker.

You're pressed against the insole as the foot comes to a rest on top of you. The pressure not enough to squish you, but certainly enough to pin you in place. Your head is pinned between Jack's toes, and you can feel him wiggle and stretch them, almost playing with you. You move what little you can in an attempt to massage the giant's sweaty, socked foot, although you doubt you're doing very good of a job. Hopefully when this is over, you'll find a way to transform back. As much as you don't mind the smell, it's still incredibly powerful. Not to mention being pinned by this weight is far from comfortable.

Far above you, Jack continues to turn on his PC, scoot his gaming chair towards his desk and sit down. As he sits, the pressure pinning you gets relieved slightly, although not as much as you'd wish. Jack puts on his headphones and wiggles his toes one last time. Damn, that little guy is really comfortable down there, He thinks to himself as he opens the game he plans on recording. He seemed pretty willing to go into my shoe... Surely he won't mind if I keep him there a little longer than planned...

Little did you know when you entered your idol's shoe that you'd be finding your new occupation. Every day Jack would drop you in his shoe before going about his daily life. He'd record, exercise, or even relax while keeping you pinned under his sweaty feet. You weren't even spared the smell at night, when he would put you in his sock before putting it back on, pinning you against his bare foot all night. Eventually your duties grew past simply massaging his feet, as he'd force you to lap up his foot sweat and make sure his feet were sparkling clean. At least you had all night to worry about that, and at least your giant master was someone you already admired, right?

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Damien LaVey's Pet

I've been playing alot of Monster Prom recently, lol. So here's what your life would be like as the pet to everyone's favorite demon boy, Damien LaVey

You transferred to Spooky High a year prior. You were a werewolf, like Scott, which meant you had very heightened senses.

You ended up shrunk a week into the new semester. The coven was performing a spell to seal away some cosmic threat, but it backfired and left you roughly three inches in height.

Damien found you when he was in the Gym playing dodgeball. He was running to grab a ball that was rolling away from him. When he picked it up, he saw you cowering behind it. He picked you up, and you've been his ever since.

Damien always calls you names, you're not even sure if he knows your actual name. His favorite is "Pet" when he's feeling playful, or "Toy" when he's horny. It's only when he's angry that he calls you "Bug" or "Pest"

For the record, you've told Damien your actual name, but he refuses to use it. Why would he when he's already got the perfect nicknames for you and your duties.

Damien likes to store you in his underwear. He claims it's for your "security", but you know that he just gets off on the power he has over you. The smell in his underwear was usually tame in the mornings, but after he got back from school it was always incredibly potent and powerful.

He'd always make it a point to jack off once he returned home. He'd lock himself in the room and try to find something to jack off to. Although most of the time, the pent up feelings of domination he had during the day were enough for him.

After he was done, he'd decide to lay in bed and place you at his feet before taking off his socks. It was your job to remove every piece of toejam and massage his sore feet. The scent here was even stronger. For the first week he made you do this, you nearly passed out. Over time though, you've managed to develope a bit of a resistance to his powerful aroma.

When he would be called to the dining room to eat with his fathers, he regularly dropped you in his sock before putting it on. Your tiny form was resistant to pressure, luckily, so you weren't crushed. However you were still left with his sweaty foot squishing you down and his toes flexing playfully.

When it was finally time for Damien to fall asleep, he kept you in a terrarium in his room. The floor of it was covered with his dirty underwear and socks, forcing you to sleep amongst his scent. Occasionally, he'd take you out of there and instead put you in his underwear, forcing you against his sack all night.

When daybreak finally came, he'd stretch and take a shower before getting dressed. He always remembered to bring you along, as another day in your life would continue again. Eternally Damien LaVey's Pet...

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Being Alistair's Husband (and Also Occasionally Toy)

Summary: A smuttier continuation of this post

Content: Smut, sizeplay, Foot and sweat kinks

Some nights the two of you would experiment in the bedroom. You shrinking down, and Alistair using you for whatever purposes he needed. Your favorite thing he did, even if it was initially an accident, was when he though he lost you in the sheets. Little did he realize, you were trapped in his underwear, right against his balls.

Alistair also had his own fun with it. It turns out there is something about having your tiny hands rub his feet after he's had a long and stressful day that just washes all the tension awway from him.

You had told him time and time again that, if he wanted a foot rub, it'd be easier and quicker if you were at your normal height. But he always just said that something about you that small made them nicer, so you continued to be small when he asked for one.

Once he got more aware and used to your durability, he'd even place you on his person in different places. His personal favorite was to put you in his boot if he had to sit on the throne. Feeling you massage of feet, or him playing with you using his toes helped stave off boredom.

You two were still careful. Anytime you felt you were in genuine danger, you were able to send a telepathic message to him using a simple spell. Although you two never used it for regular communication since you thought not being able to easily talk to him made it slightly hotter.

You regularly joined him when he was bathing. When he laid naked in the hot water, you were usually shrunken and sitting on his shoulders, or even full size and sitting near him, having a conversation. However, one time you had the idea of shrinking down and him using you as his cloth.

He was hesitant, as he usually is when trying new things, but still agreed. He initially just used you to rub his chest and arms. However when you told him you wanted to be used as a proper cloth, he agreed.

He rubbed you along his sweaty feet, through his armpits, even standing in the tub so he could rub you along his cock and balls. Once the bath was over and he dried the two of you off, he carried you to the bed chambers, had you unshrink, and the two of you had the best sex of your marriage until that point.

He confessed that he wasn't initially into it, but having your tiny body squirming against his dirtiest body parts was insanely hot. In all honesty, you fully agreed.

Alistair had some of his clothing altered after that occasion. Adding a few extra strips of cloth to his armpits and underwear. The castle's tailors thought it was a very strange request, but did as their lord told them. Little did they know, it was so he could tie you into his clothing wherever he wants. If he wanted to have you tucked into his armpit, he could. Or if he wanted you under his balls, that's where you spent the day.

He still valued your input and treated you as a person when you were full height, and you didn't shrink every day. But on those special occasions where he talked you into it, the two of you had an absolute blast together.

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Being Alistair's Husband (and Also Occasional Tiny)

A smuttier part 2 has been posted here

You discovered how to shrink yourself while living in the tower of Magi. It became one of your signature spells since you were one of the few students with the skill to actually cast it

Luckily, you were also a fairly competent at casting healing and shielding spells, so getting crushed or suffering another terrible fate while tiny was rarely an issue.

When you joined the Grey Wardens, you were immediately head over heels with Alistair. You found him increadibly handsome and charming, and couldn't get him out of your thoughts that night.

The two of you were rescued after the fall of Ostagar thanks to Flemeth, and the events of the first game play out largely the same with the two of you defeating the archdemon. Although Alistair wasn't happy about you taking up Morrigan's offer to safe both of your lives.

You two began dating soon after helping Arl Eamon. Alistair admired your heroic attitude, and thanked you for helping to save his father figure. Although you confessed your crush first, Alistair almost immediately reciprocated.

However he wanted to take things slow. It was his first relationship, and growing up in the Chantry, he always assumed he was supposed to fall in love with a woman. Although you had no issues taking it slow.

You two first slept together after helping the Daelish. While Alistair didn't want to have to kill Zathrian, he agreed with you that it was the best course of action in the end. The two of you actually sleeping together happened a week or so after this.

You decided to show Alistair your shrinking spell soon after you two started dating. It was late at night, and you were both in your regular clothes and sitting in your tent. Alistair couldn't believe what he was seeing, and thought it was incredible.

Alistair was initially very hesitant to touch you, not wanting to even risk hurting you. However, after a few days and some reassurance, he built up the courage. You found his hands surprisingly soft, and he was quite gentle with you, never even closing his hand into a fist. Instead you used his fingers as support.

After sleeping together, the two of you began to share a tent. While sleeping two grown men in a single tent would normally be difficult, your spell made it as simple as possible. You were usually on Alistair's chest, his hand holding you close to him. Although you were occasionally sleeping on his pillow, inches away from his beautiful face.

Alistair goes on to become king. While he was more than a little hesitant to do so, you were able to eventually help convince him it was the best for the people, and that you'd be with him every step of the way. Which you were.

He didn't imprison Anora, but instead married her. She was allowed to keep her title, although most people in Denerim knew the marriage was a sham, and just to keep up appearances. In truth, the mage he promoted to Fereldan's first Court Mage was the person he'd spend most of his time around. Regularly staying in the Mage's bed chambers.

Despite having more size in the bed and in the room, the two of you had grown accustomed to your previous sleeping arrangement. And as such, you kept it up. Regularly shrinking down to fall asleep. Something about being a nearly free mage sleeping on the king's chest just made the rest that much nicer.

Alistair eventually realized he didn't need to be nearly as careful with you as he was. And, as such, was more willing to experiment. Whenever he'd have to go out publically on offical business, you were usually on him. Typically tucked into his pocket or attached inside his coat.