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what if a human was obsessed with me and thought about me more than they thought about anyone their size and i didn’t even know that they knew i lived in their walls. they have cameras n shit to watch me borrowing and constantly fantasize about meeting me in some way or other….. awesome

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would u still love me if i was severely depressed and didn’t do anything but lie in bed all day

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deliriously horny giants 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 giants so horny they aren’t thinking straight 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 giants that will do unspeakable things to me because they are soooooo fucking horny they can’t help themselves 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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getting horny about loyalty and devotion and possessiveness and dedicating my life to someone but shaking my head the whole time to show that i don’t agree with monogamy

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honestly, it’s downright cruel to let micros be out in the world on their own, they’re so tiny, how could they ever take care of themselves? more people need to start taking initiative and taking care of these poor things.

*pulls out my necklace that’s been tucked into my binder to reveal you dangling from it, tied up as part of the jewelry*

I found this one on the street last week. The sweet little thing passed out as soon as I picked them up, surely overheating from all those clothes they were wearing. Of course, I fixed that right away, and went to my friend Steph to get this fantastic necklace setup, it’s so much easier to keep track of them like this. You know Steph right? I’ve got to get you set up with her, having one of these around is great, taking care of them helps you remember to take care of yourself, you know how it goes.

HOTTTTTT i love the casual dehumanization and objectification. literally i am too tiny to take care of myself. u need to kidnap me off the streets and strip me of my clothes and personhood and keep me on a chain under ur binder pressed tightly against ur sweaty chest all day until u decide to pull me out to show my naked body off to one of ur friends. for my own good.

and you take care of meeee. sometimes taking care of me means stroking me off till i cum, can’t let ur little micro get pent up. and of course it reminds u to take care of urself 😌 (using my tiny body to jack yourself off)

i’m a tiny helpless creature, it’d be cruel to let be out in this big scary world all by myself. you’re really doing me a favor here

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awwww so cute~ now give her a little kiss.

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awwww so cute~ now give her a little kiss.

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Hey. what if i played with you like a doll. Dressing you up and making you pose and play pretend and making you hump my other dolls and plushies so i can jerk off to it <3

mmmm >_< yyyeag.,,,, fuck that’s rlly good i don’t even have anything to add pleaseeee make me ur little doll and jack off to u forcing me to hump other dolls 🥵🥵🥵😖😖😖😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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”you’re actually turned on by this?” but really softly and fondly and genuinely curious

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do you like being my pet? do you like falling asleep under my gaze in your little cage? do you like snuggling with my dirty t shirts? wrapping your limbs up in my fingers? napping on my chest? do you like kisses as big as your face? do you like it when they sneak down between your legs? do you like being overwhelmed? being an amusement?

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can i hold you and you're shaking and scared and im whispering ohh you're okay you're okay sweet thing.... poor sweet little thing, you're fine...

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Scrapped piece of Mia and Viktor. This one finally includes the third, James! Unfortunately this is really short bc I did indeed abandon it lol sorry

(For context of their relationship- the quick rundown is that Viktor and James were roommates in college- at the same time, James was actively dating Mia. So Viktor doesn’t love the guy lol)

F/M/m . semi-noncon I guess. Focus on feet, sweat and smell. No real start and no real ending but I didn’t wanna just leave this to rot

“W-Wow.” Is all Viktor can manage to spit out as he looks up at his wife. Massive. Dominating the landscape- scratch that- she was his landscape, now.

“S-Step on me!” He squeaks, amplifying his voice with magic. “I-I need to make sure the durability charm works, so…” he sheepishly bawks

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you or anything-“

“I can do it for you~” James teases, already kicking off his shoes. Viktor stumbles backwards, tripping back and falling on his ass as his foot gets caught on the rug.

“N-No! Absolutely NOT-“ The tiny man’s vision goes dark as James’ foot falls on top of him with a sold WHUMP. He tries wiggling, squirming, something to get out from under the warm, soft mass pressing down on top of him. If that wasn’t bad enough, James had definitely been wearing his shoes a while before he’d headed over. The dampness from his socks soaks into the poor little wizard- the scent of sweat and fabric softener mixing in a humiliating cocktail around Viktor’s face.

“James!” Mia yells, slapping the bigger man’s thigh. Reluctantly, he obliges, peeling his foot away slowly so as to enhance the feeling of being pathetic to the poor little guy.

“What? He asked to get stepped on, I delivered-“

“I didn’t ask YOU to step on me!” Viktor screams up as loudly as he can- physically wiping James’ sweat off of his face with his hands.

“Aww… poor little guy’s mad-“ James teases, kicking his foot out and knocking Viktor back onto his ass with his big toe. “Whatcha gonna do, short stuff? Chase me?”

His foot once again smothers Viktor- as James begins scrunching the little man underneath his socked toes.

“Durability charm’s working, seems like~” He muses towards Mia, who’s watching with a little bit too much enthusiasm for watching her husband get defiled.

“Seems so…” Mia murmurs, watching as James lifts his leg, releasing the grip of his toes (and subsequently Viktor), to send the little man squeaking back down onto the carpet. She watches on in fascination as Viktor turns multiple different shades of red, trembling on the floor like a bug.

“You- You MONSTERS!” He yells up, though his words lack bite due to his gasping for fresh air. “Absolutely NO dignity WHATsoever-“

THUMP

Mia takes her turn, the sole of her bare foot once again eclipsing his vision. She’s gentle- gentler than James, anyways. Instead of grinding her husband down into her sole, she’s simply content with feeling him writhe underneath her.

“Durability feeling okay?” She asks sheepishly, letting his body peel itself off of her heated skin.

“I’m in one piece, if that’s what you mean-“

“Good!” Mia smiles, before pressing the appendage back onto him, muffling his cries both with the weight and her sweat.

“He says it’ll wear off in an hour or so- is there anything you’d wanna watch?” Mia says innocently, turning to James as she continues grinding her foot down onto her bug-sized husband.

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I've always wanted to find a tiny and sit down with my legs outstretched, trapping them in front of my crotch. Just a few inches tall, you'd have to bend your neck straight up to see my face. When you did, you would realize what my smirk meant and know what's coming. You'd look down and see the rounded bulge in my pants. You would try to run. Before you could even get two steps, I'd push you down with one finger making you fall flat on your face. I'd press my fingertip against your back firmly enough to keep you there. My other hand in my pants, rolling and squeezing my balls for a moment reveling in feeling and my desires.

I'd heave my big, heavy sack out, freeing them from my pants and then dropping them right down on top of you with their full weight. It'd be so much more than my fingertip, that I pull away, leaving you under the silky, squishy mass of my enormous genitals. Your little body squirming, struggling, desperate to get free but each testicle weighs at least five times more than you. There was no chance. Trapped, your tiny body battered between the rolling orbs pressing and crushing you. You'd push against one then the other desperate for freedom. But you'd be helpless. Insignificant and every movement just makes your situation that much worse. I'd sit back on my hands leaving you like that as your miniscule, panicking body starts to get me hard. "Keep going little one you're doing a great job," I'd moan. "You'll love what's next."

This ask is awesome I literally keep rereading it and then getting embarrassed (good thing)

Just something about the complete humiliation and lack of control here. H. No notes anon this is wonderful amazing and (I suffocate under you before I can finish my sentence)

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Would you accept a tiny attempting oral for you… or….

always.... orrrr what if i tied you face down onto my dick and then had a hookup over? your face can stay in my pubes bc im nice

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oh just remembered i was jerking off and i started fantasizing abt being a middle aged college professor and one of my slacker students comes in during office hours to try and get me to raise their grade and it turns into them shrinking and threatening me while i try to reassert my authority over and over but it’s useless and eventually i’m pleading with them and promising to change their grade but by then they’re drunk on this power and decide to play with me and shove me down their pants and then my top student walks in looking for me and i’m trying desperately to get their attention but at my new size it’s impossible and the student whose pants i’m trapped in starts flirting with the other and they end up hooking up and when my favorite student sees me they’re shocked at first but they get over it and get reallllly into it and the two of them use me as a toy while still calling me professor. anyway. i blame you. i’m early 20s and not on any path to becoming an academic, u r giving me tiny middle aged professor dysphoria

UMMMM hot. really hot. really good scenario. it’s okay you can still grow up to be a quirky nerd type without getting a phd…. it’s a diverse archetype

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OOOUGH TAKING A TINY ALONG TO A SMOKE SESHHHH

Forewarning this includes 2 unnamed giants and an unnamed tiny. A lot of theythemming. Sorry if it gets confusing 😚

Another no real ending one because uhhh I’m drunk n high and got stuck lol. Think of this as more of a general idea than a full story. Literally just. Ends.

(Cw marijuana use, noncon, coercion)

“Let’s see the little thing, cmon-“ One of my friends asks, tugging on my arm as we finally get to the spot. An old train car, long since abandoned in the middle of a park. It was admittedly kinda cramped in there- not like it was still set up for any kind of human usage anytime soon, anyhow.

“Hold on- I don’t wanna drop ‘em.” My hand instinctively pats at my zipped-up pocket, the lump underneath squirming in response. “Let’s get settled and pack a bowl first.”

“Fine, but I call dibs” Another friend replies, the three of us hunkering down as they fish their bong out of the backpack we had put everything in.

“Hey, they’re my tiny- who said you get to call dibs?” I chuckle, unzipping my pocket. The tiny whimpers- though it’s mostly inaudible under our talking.

“I brought the weed and the glass. I’d call dibs my fair payment.” They bark back.

“They didn’t bring anything!” I yell back while gesturing to our third friend, free hand fishing for the poor thing in my pocket.

They flash a lighter with a triumphant grin.

“Touché.”

I grab the tiny by the ankle, tossing them through the air towards the backpack- which my other friend moves in just a way to coax the tiny into falling directly into our zip of nuggets. They start coughing from the dust almost immediately, the shaking from their nerves visible through the foggy plastic.

One of them grabs the zip, plucking out the tiny and a couple of buds. They toss the buds into the grinder, holding the tiny’s shirt between their teeth to make use of both hands. Of course, the tiny squeaks and squirms at the indignity of it- but none of us can make out what they’re saying, anyways.

“Hold on.” My other friend says, pulling the tiny out from between the others teeth. “I have an idea.”

They pull out an older bag, with only some leftover crumbs leftover inside. They pour it into the other- before dumping the tiny back into a zip lock, this one empty.

My other friend finishes packing the bowl, lighting it and taking as big of a hit as they can. They both make eye contact for a moment- the intention of trapping the tiny clear as they’re handed the bag.

They blow their smoke out entirely into the bag, thick enough that it’s actually hard to see the tiny in there for a moment. They shake the bag, the tiny bouncing around until coming to a halt in a corner as my friend finally opens the bag again to give them a little fresh air.

“… did it work?” I ask after observing in silence for a second or two.

“Dunno.” My friend replies, dumping the tiny out of the bag onto their lap. They pick them up, thumb and forefinger pinching under the tinies armpits as they squeeze a little too tightly for comfort.

The tiny’s brought to their face as they squint, before shoving them in my other friend’s face- who blows their own hit out onto the tiny, triggering a fit of coughing and crying from the thing.

I watch in quiet interest as I’m handed the bong, letting my friends both pull at the tinies shirt, hoisting it over their head. I take my own hit as they peel the little things pants off. Their struggles have long since slowed- seems like the hotboxing was working as intended.

“Gimme.” I demand. My friends oblige, once again tossing the tiny between us. I catch them- immediately pressing into their groin. “You gotta warm ‘em up first, you can’t just-“

One of my friends stands, snatching the tiny back out of my hands before pressing their own finger between their legs. I sit back with a smirk on my face, too high to start an argument over “proper care and ownership” or what the hell ever- taking yet another hit as I watch my friends curiously play with the tiny further.

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need tiny couple looking for a third