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male/female macro/micro nsft. slacker pothead guy dominating a shrinking trans woman

The hammock in Reggie’s living room was supposedly made for two, but with both of them sitting cross-legged on either side, relaxing onto their respective pillows, she had to admit that it was a bit cramped. It was a struggle to not tumble into him.

Trish said that she just oughta make her move. But everyone wanted to fuck the drug dealer, Ava wasn’t special. Across from her, light splashing across his thin face, dark eyes barely visible through shaggy hair and glasses when he was looking down to pack the bowl. Ratty flannel and black jeans for a Saturday night in and he still looked beyond sexy. Got anyone he wanted, probably. Trish said he didn’t make any of his other customers stay at his place to watch him smoke. Well, that didn’t have to mean anything.

Besides, no chance in hell she’d be able to keep herself together if he was on her. Ava wouldn’t even let him shake her hand. She wouldn’t even let him stretch his legs out on the hammock. He didn’t always seem very perceptive, but he’d notice the six-inch drop for sure. He’d figure her out.

One of the songs on his little shoegaze playlist faded out. She felt eyes on her and glanced up from whatever dumb Twitter thread she was skimming. Reggie was looking her over evenly and didn’t flinch when they made eye contact.

“How come you never smoke with me?”

“I don’t like riding the bus stoned.”

Mid-hit, Reggie put up a finger while he held the smoke in his lungs. He turned his head to the open window, away from her, as he breathed out, and the evening sun highlighted his cheekbones. Ava looked pointedly back down at her phone.

He coughed. “Nah, cause you don’t smoke when Emerald’s picking you up neither.”

“Oh,” Ava said. She clicked her phone off. He’d probably leave her alone if she told him to fuck off about it. But when she looked up at him again, he had a spark of interest in his gaze and she really wasn’t used to that from him. Ava realized, suddenly, that her anxiety had never moved past ‘what if he finds out’. What if he found out? He’d think she was a freak or something? He’d boot her out? “I, um, it’s just this condition I have and I kinda lose control of the…” she faded into mumbling.

“What, like you’re bipolar?” He went for another hit.

She looked at her lap and shook her head. “It’s just, um, the shrinking.”

Reggie froze, lighter still on, hadn’t sucked in any smoke yet, and stared at her with wide eyes. He slowly set the bong down in his lap and leaned in. His gravity pulled her forwards, closer to him, and she shivered. “The shrinking?”

Ava rubbed her hands together and shrugged.

He shoved the bong into her hands. “You have to.”

“No, no.” She shook her head and tried to push it away. “It-it happens and I can’t control it, and then I can’t get home and it’s, like, a whole thing-”

“My sister’s making me store her old dollhouse,” he joked, except she could see it in his eyes, he was imagining putting her in a little pink nightgown, settling down for the night in a room of mismatched old miniatures. “Oh!” he said, lighting up. “And that’s why I can’t touch you, ain’t it? You’d lose control.”

“What? No, that’s- well, it’s more complicated than that!”

He leaned in close, grabbed the edges of the hammock behind her, his face closed in on hers. He could hear her breath hitching, definitely. Probably feel her flush when he was this close. Reggie leaned in to her ear. “Get stoned or I’ll kiss you.”

The bong and lighter were in her hands and he leaned back to the other side of the hammock, arms crossed. He gestured for her to go ahead and she gulped.

Ava took a tiny hit and blew out before it hit her throat.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

She sucked in this time, let it dance around in her chest for a moment. Her tolerance was high enough to take it it, but she could still feel her height start to waver.

He watched her carefully for any hint of change. “Oh, I’m too impatient,” he grumbled. Reggie leaned in again, hesitating an inch from her face. Ava had a chance to pull back here, push him off, tell him that she absolutely did not want do this and she was leaving now and she wasn’t coming back. She licked her lips.

Reggie pecked her lightly, almost experimentally. He took her hand, the one with the lighter, and grinned when he felt her fingers get shorter. He went in again, harder and longer, and his other hand snaked up her shirt to her belly. Ava lost herself for a moment. His touch felt incredible and his lips were so much softer than she expected. It was more than she imagined. When his touch got suddenly stronger, Ava snapped out of it and pulled back.

She’d lost a foot, probably. Her shirt was getting baggy and her pants would probably slip off if she stood up. He was smiling down at her now with some expression of awe.

“You weren’t kidding,” he muttered.

She shook her head.

“So you can decide to shrink, but you also shrink when you’re overwhelmed. Right?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Every time you fuck someone?”

“No, usually I can control it well enough during sex.”

Reggie took the bong and lighter from her and set them on table to the side of the hammock. “Then I’m not gonna be usual.”

Both hands slipped up her shirt (plenty of room for them now) and his fingers brushed along her tits. He stroked the edge of an areola beyond gently. She yipped and slipped down an inch.

Reggie’s lips moved to her neck, kissing down along her clavicle, and his hands grabbed her chest. They were getting bigger, rougher, stronger. If having less tit to play with by the second bugged him, he wasn’t showing it. On the contrary, every inch down seemed to get him more excited. He returned to light strokes just long enough for her to get used to it, then paused before delivering a light smack.

Ava gasped and whimpered. He stroked down her chest again, then another smack. She cried out.

Reggie was big enough to block out her light by now. His thumbs massaged her nipples and the rest of his hands were big enough to reach around to her back. Ava’s collar was starting to fall off her shoulder.

“You’re going down fast,” he muttered. “You must be used to some pretty bad sex.”

“I-I guess,” she replied. She didn’t bother mentioning that she also really wanted to be tiny for him. Still, she tried to resist. It was so much better if he had to earn it.

He opened his mouth wide and dragged his tongue over her neck. Teeth on either end brushed against her skin and she realized that his mouth was about half around. His hot breath washed over her like a wave. With a sigh, he tucked his lips against her chin and kissed her there. One hand slipped out of her shirt and brushed her hair to the side. His fingers ran through her hair and when he reached the back of her head he grabbed her. His hand was big enough to get his thumb on her forehead and his fingertips in back, a real proper grip. Reggie pulled her head to the side and sucked light on her wide-open neck, as if he was drinking all her inches down himself.

Both her sleeves slipped off over her shoulders. He pulled out his other hand and Ava muttered a weak “no,” but quickly shut up when he slipped both hands down her collar and under her arms. Reggie pulled her out with just a touch of effort. Up in the air, she made some attempt to cross her legs for modesty. Reggie set her back down on a clothing-free bit of the hammock and brushed off the pile. “What are you hiding for?” he teased. His hand, big enough to encircle her calves now, slid up her leg and pushed it apart. He licked his lips at sight of her dick and gazed down like it was the best meal he’d ever have.

Sitting on his knees, Reggie separated his legs and with a quick shake, she lost purchase and slid down the hammock directly underneath him. The way he leaned down, face in shadows, and looked her over with a grin reminded her of a predator with a successful catch.

One hand slid under her back to bring her up towards him, the other gripping her naked inner thigh, just barely brushing against her balls. He kissed her mouth slowly. His lips covered her chin up to the underside of her nose. At this scale, his natural smell was intoxicating.

“You’re delicious,” he sighed. “How often do you fuck tiny?”

“Only twice,” she quietly admitted.

He chuckled, amazed. “Really? Why?”

Ava gulped. “It-it wasn’t this good. It was like they wished I was still big.”

Reggie shook his head in bemused exasperation. “That’s insane. I just want you smaller.” His grip on her thigh tightened as he brought his mouth to her ear. “I need you in my pocket.”

She snorted. Pocket-size was nothing.

If he noticed her laughing, it didn’t bother him. Reggie brought his head down to her chest and danced his tongue around a nipple. Just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he brought his mouth down and sucked, as gently as possible, and still got her squealing. He chuckled.

His other hand slipped off her thigh and took control of her shaft. Well, the whole thing, really, since it was small enough for him to totally encapsulate in one hand. He stroked a finger down her length before settling under her head. It made little circles there, matching the circles his tongue made on her nipple. She whimpered little “ah, ah, ah”s and felt herself getting more and more riled up. If he stayed this slow and gentle, he’d kill her.

She looked down between her legs and realized that his thumb was the size of her dick now. Just to play with her dick and her breasts at the same time, he’d been bringing her closer and closer to his head. Her crotch was at his nipple level.

Thankfully, he gripped her a little harder with just three fingers and jerked her quickly. Ava gripped at whatever hammock fabric she could get in her hands and wailed, and she knew how quiet that would seem to him and he seemed so into that. Her legs started shaking, and her breath hitched, and Reggie suddenly stopped. She looked down at his massive face with wide eyes.

He smiled. “You really thought I’d let you cum?” Reggie ruffled her hair. “Such a silly girl. I can shrink you down way faster if you stay riled up.”

“P-please,” she rasped.

“Just watch this.” His hand just barely encircled her thigh. He slid it in closer to her crotch and lightly rubbed her with his thumb. Ava moaned, and suddenly his thumb could slide over his fingers. “I’d say you’re about Barbie size. That was easy. I’m pretty sure my sister left some doll clothes too…” For a moment he seems to seriously consider it. He snorted and shook his head. “No. You’re still too big for my liking.”

One hand went under her ass, the other under her back, and he lifted her up. He relaxed back into the hammock, adjusted his head against his pillow, and set her down on top of his mouth. Breath washed over her groin, his moist lips teasing her with their little twitches and adjustments, and then they parted and his tongue ran down along her ass.

Ava whimpered and shook and collapsed down onto his face, little fingers gripping at his cheeks for purchase. He explored her ass, her perineum, flicked at her sack with the tip of his tongue, ran it down the length of her shaft. She was melting down, she could feel it, and her hands dragged down from his cheeks to the edge of his nose.

“I-I’ve never been this small in front of anyone else before.”

He grabbed her, fingers all around her torso with length to spare, and lifted her up to his eyes to inspect her. Five inches, probably. Reggie bit his lip. “So you can get even smaller?”

She panted and lost another centimeter. She could feel him shudder. As if he couldn’t resist anymore, he opened his mouth, slid her in, and shut his lips behind her.

For a moment, she was terrified he’d swallow. But he held her there, let her marinate in the heat, let her get all squirmy. His tongue, quickly becoming the size of a queen bed, pressed her against the roof of his mouth and some of the muscle forced itself up between her legs and rocked against her. She screamed and writhed and futility grinded against the hard wall of his mouth until she came, so hard that her limbs went limp. He kept her there. He could probably feel her shrinking down like a candy.

Reggie plucked her out and she tried to figure out how small she was. A little smaller than two of his finger joints, so maybe two inches? It didn’t matter much anyways, she was still going down.

“I guess cumming didn’t stop anything.” He smiled. “Silly me. Little thing’s just too horny.” His gigantic thumb rubbed her tits, both at once, in little circles. She screamed.

“Ava, how do you feel?”

“I’m too sensitive!” she yelled, loud enough that she had to cough afterwards.

“Oh no. I can’t hear a word you’re saying.” He dropped her from his pinched fingers into his open palm and brought her to his eyes. “I’ll just watch you go down.”

Just his presence was enough to keep her shrinking. His palm expanded out and out around her until she finally slowed, then stopped. She’d hit her minimum before, alone in her bedroom, only desk toys to compare herself to. Having another human was incomparable. His other thumb came down next to her to stretch open his hand. She must’ve been half the size of his fingerprint. What was that, half an inch?

“About tab size,” he mused. His tongue slipped out from between his lips. It pressed her into his palm like a massive pink wall, coating every inch (nanometer?) of her exposed skin with thick saliva. When he pulled back, she came off with his tongue, suspended by sheer stickiness. He kept her there, breathing carefully through his nose and keeping his mouth as still as possible. She heard the grotesque wet sounds of his swallow in the distance.

Two forces pressed into either side of her. She peeled away from the wall and watched as the string of saliva connecting them snapped and dribbled down, down, down into his lap far below. He rolled her lightly between his fingers to find a good position, settling on one pad in the front, one in the back. Reggie flipped up his glasses and brought her in close to his eye. Massive, a deep rich brown pool complete with microscopic waves.

“Same size. So that’s your limit.” He chuckled. “I wanted to watch you disappear.”

She whimpered. He was incomprehensible at this scale. His fingertips were the size of cars, squeezing her firmly, with just enough give to his flesh that his grip encircled her. She could feel the blood beating through his veins. His eye took up most of her vision and she could see every little twitch of thought in it.

“I could inhale you,” he whispered. “You could just vanish… I’ll have to watch you closely, huh?”

Reggie flipped his glasses back down and delicately brought her in towards his brow. He loosened his fingertips so so carefully as her belly touched the rim of his glasses- cool brown plastic, just enough width at this scale to properly support her- and then let go. Ava’s legs swung down on the outer side of the glass, her arms on the inside, leaving little saliva marks, and she was forced to stare down his overpowering gaze, too helpless to do much more than wriggle her limbs in some attempt at purchase. He snorted, and his face moved just enough to give her a scare.

The moment of silent observation dragged on and on. He was enjoying it, definitely, but thinking too, his brow quirking in such tiny movements that she never would’ve noticed at full height, even an inch away. Reggie’s fingers came back- she felt the air moving around them before anything else- and pinched her up. It was a risky grip that he only held for a moment; he quickly twisted her the other way around and set her back. Ass pointed his way, tits hanging down over the edge and brushing against the glass, Ava unable to look at him unless she really stretched her neck down and even then he was distorted.

“Perfect,” he sighed.

It struck her that she was watching the world from his point of view now. She watched his arm stretch out from underneath her, grab the bong from the side table, and bring it up closer to her. She smelled the lighter, the smoke. He blew out slowly, letting it drift up his face and engulf her.

For a moment, he just laid back, breathing slow. Maybe he was looking at her, watching the little twitches of her ass and getting glimpses of her cock as her legs swayed. Maybe he wasn’t. She wasn’t even sure his eyes could focus on her, this close and this tiny. When he went in for the second hit, she realized he wasn’t planning on doing anything else with her. She was pure eye candy.

After probably ten minutes of this, she’d noticed a few songs start and end, the situation was starting to get a lot less overwhelming. A lot like one of their normal hangouts, besides the obvious. She began to inch herself back up.

“Hang on.” Reggie finally broke his silence. “Am I boring you?”

Hopefully he could see her shaking her head.

“Listen, Ava.” As if she had a choice. He was a continent to her. Just the movement of his mouth opening to speak forced her to tense up her muscles. “I’m sitting in a hammock smoking weed, and I feel like a god. You’re not allowed to get any bigger.”

Ava pulled herself down to get a bit of a look at his expression. Fuckoff smug. Out of some combination of curiosity and latent brattiness, Ava continued to grow.

Reggie grinned. “I’ll miss looking at you,” he sighed. He plucked her off his glasses, tugged open his sock below his ankle, and dropped her in.

She dropped back down to her minimum size mid-air, the second she realized her fate. Small enough that when she hit fabric, her foot got tangled in a fiber, flipping her upside-down as she continued sliding in. The world went dark and the fabric pulled in, pressing her against the bare skin of his sole facefirst. It was rougher than she expected. The smell of his feet was heavy and rich, and regrettably not all unpleasant. Drove her a little crazy, actually.

Gravity rapidly flipped and now the sole was underneath her. She felt the secondary impact of a massive pressure running along the rest of her prison, closing in on her, until it stroked along the outside of her miniscule form. She could feel the give of his fingertip against her shoulder, the same control that had pinched her up earlier now slowly outlining the silhouette compressed against his foot. The pad moved to cover her entirely and squished her down into the skin beneath her, forcing her to breathe in the light layer of sweat.

“Wow. You are…” His voice was barely a breath, on top of the muffling effect from the fabric. “Almost nothing.”

She knew he was trying to make her insane, trying to keep her as tiny as possible. But she still heard genuine amazement in his voice as he struggled to make out her shape inside his sock, and it made it that much sexier. Ava was actually too tiny to believe.

His muscles flexed beneath her, almost like waves, scrunching his toes and flexing out his foot. She tried to flip herself over, but the gentle pressure of his finger stopped her. “Your face is in my foot, isn’t it?” He snickered. “Keep it there.”

Compression steadily came in from outside, gentle and even. The pillow that was on her side, probably. The pressure increased and decreased steadily, and again, squishing her in and out. Ava adjusted her arms and his foot twitched.

Reggie took a long breath. “Here’s the plan,” he said. His voice dripped with pleasure. “Forget dollhouses. That’s where you spend the night. Same size. And you’re not paying for weed anymore, yeah? If I get to do this.” As if punctuating, the pressure increased again. Ava tried to press up on his sole. He overpowered her back down almost instantly and groaned. “God, your little limbs…” he muttered. “All I can think of is new ideas. Cause you can hold any of those in-between sizes, can’t you? Yeah…”

After a good while of silence from Reggie, she started to make out little shuffling noises, slight rocking, tiny quiet gasps and grunts that told her he was jacking off. Feeling her tiny body pressed against his sole, thinking about all the other ways he could make her feel miniscule. Ava managed to slip a hand over her pelvis and play with her own dick. When she breathed in harder, she was forced to take in the smell of his foot. Everything about him was overpowering when she was this tiny. He was more force of nature than human, and he was taking to the role like he’d been waiting for it his entire life.

The muscles around her squeezed in right as his little noises crescendoed, and he quickly collapsed back, breathing loudly. The orgasm broke his energy and the pressure finally let up, giving Ava the space she needed to properly get herself off. She came in a little splatter against his skin that she wasn’t even sure he’d ever notice.

He stayed still and quiet for a while, with occasional little shifts that still rocked her around. Those slowed down too until he was totally still and after a while, she accepted that he must be asleep.

Ava worried for a moment that he’d wake up and forget that she was even in there. She was somewhere in his arch, probably, so if he got up and started walking around she probably wouldn’t get crushed. But fuck, that was hot too, wasn’t? If she was so tiny that he could forget she existed when she was actively on him. If she was just another part of his body not worthy of note, like a freckle or a germ. If she kept letting him play with her like this, it might just get that far.

For now, she tried to relax where she was, holding her size even if she was probably settling enough by now to grow back enough to escape. It was enough that Reggie found her unspeakably hot this small. He felt like a god, he said. Eclipsed by the sleeping giant like this, half-crazy from his smell and at the complete mercy of any nocturnal twitches, she had to agree.

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