#micro macro

[pawberri]

Business is booming

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Olympe’s a (very fashionable) borrower

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miller where he belongs <3

[yellowdribble]

Thinking about micro/macro omorashi scenerios~

I’ve seen a couple people touch on the subject, but in general I think micro/macro omorashi is kind of an untouched goldmine

Obviously there’s so much potential for a micro character to get desperate in a world that’s too big for them

(Someone may have done this one- I don’t remember- but sharing anyway) A fairy or other small micro getting captured in a jar by a macro character and getting increasingly desperate while in their clear glass confinement that offers absolutely no privacy. also imagine the macro being kinda mean and shaking the jar on purpose to torture the micro eventually making them wet

Maybe a micro character that got stuck in a macro world unexpectedly- and this guy is the type to never pee outside or any unusual places. He will ONLY pee in a toilet thank you very much. So he gets taken in by a macro character and when the need arises, he attempts to use the ginormous toilet that’s in the macro house. Unfortunately he falls in and almost drowns. So now he’s too terrified to use the toilet, but too stubborn to explore other options of relieving himself. So the next time he needs to pee, he just holds it. obviously he cant hold it forever though.

There could also be the simple fear wetting- a micro encounters a macro and is absolutely terrified at seeing such a huge monstrous being! So scared that maybe at first they don’t notice that warm patch growing in their pants

A friendly macro who carries a micro in their pocket, but one day the micro is super desperate, but too shy to let the macro know. So micro is just bouncing around in this giants pocket, feeling every giant footstep and gripping their crotch for dear life. Eventually they can’t take it any more. They start to leak, and then those leaks turn to spurts and eventually their bladder just gives in and empties. The macro is confused as to why their pocket with their tiny friend is starting to get warm and wet.

A macro finds a micro character, and omg they’re so cute!! The micro is just like a little doll! You can put them in cute little doll clothes and have a tea party, and this doll actually will drink the tea and make conversation back. When the tea party is over, the macro can just put the micro in their doll house. After all everything is just the right size, right?

Unfortunately all that very real tea makes its way to the micros very real bladder, and when they run to the dollhouse bathroom desperate to go- they find that when they open the lid to the toilet- there’s no place to actually pee in! There’s not even a hole under the lid, it’s one of those cheap plastic toy furniture items that just has a sticker to give the impression of something being there. Now where are they supposed to pee?

The micro tries to hold it until their macro friend comes back, but will they make it in time?

Will the macro return to a wiggling living doll who’s squirming around doing their best not to make a mess of their pretty clothes or the pretty dollhouse

Or will they come back to a micro who’s already wet with tears streaming down their face

Micros are always the obvious choice as an omo victim, but I was also thinking…what if we reverse it?

Anyone who’s read Gulliver’s Travels is familiar with the scene where Gulliver puts out a fire with his pee

What if we had a macro who’s gotta pee, but there’s no fire to put out. Instead, if they did pee- it would actually cause damage to the town of micro people they’ve found. (You don’t wanna flood the streets and drown the townsfolk with a massive golden tsunami)

So while they’re visiting their tiny friends they just gotta hold it- and being the only giant it’s kinda hard to hide your potty dance from prying eyes

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Waywren Truesong behind the cut, who asked for "GET LOVED, IDIOT" as a genre and wanted either Timkon or Core Four; “come on barbie let’s go party”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Bart licks up between his thighs again, pressing his tongue up tight under the curve of his ass, and Kon feels like he’s fucking sitting on it, and then Bart just burrows his face into him and kind of just–squishes him down between his face and his cupped hands, and Kon–Kon actually–

Kon doesn’t really need to breathe all that much anymore, but Bart’s pressing him so tight between his face and hands that his breathing’s actually, like–restricted.

“Oh,” he chokes, and it comes out breathless because he can barely breathe, and Bart licks up between his thighs again and gets the suit even more soaked, and then Kon gets it even more soaked because he comes just like fucking that, like he’s–like he’s fucking new here or something, like he can’t go all night when he wants to, like– 

He tries to groan, mostly on instinct, but doesn’t have the breath to, and that makes him claw reflexively at Bart’s skin and shove his hips down against his wethot tongue, and then Bart hums–

He doesn’t even use any Speed Force for it, but the brief little vibration of it still lights Kon’s whole body the fuck up. 

And Bart doesn’t stop, because when the hell does he ever just stop, and Kon feels like he’s getting crushed and that has never, ever been a feeling that wasn’t terrifying before, because any other time something was crushing him was–was– 

Bart, Bart, BART– he tries to say, but he can’t get the fucking breath for it and all that comes out are cracked, choking gasps, and then Bart vibrates with some actual Speed Force behind it and Kon feels pinned and crushed and overwhelmed in a way he’s never felt in his fucking life and can’t do more than gasp for breath and claw at Bart’s forehead and fist a hand in his hair, and Bart’s shoved his thighs as far apart as they can get with just his fucking tongue and it’s–it’s–

Kon comes again and clutches at Bart and doesn’t know if he’s trying to shove him off or just hold on or if he even could shove him off or– 

“Jesus, Bart,” Tim says. Bart huffs, and Kon feels his breath everywhere and the spit and come-soaked crotch of his borrowed suit feels hot. He still can’t breathe himself. He doesn’t remember how to breathe, it feels like. 

“Let us see him too, greedy,” Cassie says, and Kon feels a rush of mortification as he feels her hands wrap around Bart’s and tug them down, and immediately covers his eyes with his own, squeezing them shut and trying to catch his breath even as his thighs instinctively snap together and squeeze shut too. He just–he’s slumped back in Bart’s cupped hands and feels like his whole body is heaving with his attempts to breathe right; feels like he can’t even breathe at all. It’s–he doesn’t even need to breathe, he–he–“Oh. You’re pretty like this, Kon.” 

Her voice is low and admiring, and Kon doesn’t mean to, but he digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and whimpers about it. 

He’s. He’s not. He isn’t–he’s not. 

“I think that was actually less merciful than a Sybian would’ve been,” Tim mutters under his breath, and Kon can feel him lean in close too; feel him hook a couple fingertips around the edge of Bart’s cupped hands. Kon wants to turn into them; wants to turn away from them; wants to hide from them. 

He wants to do a lot of things, but he can’t even stop shaking. 

“But he is pretty, right?” Bart counters like he thinks he’s saying something reasonable and Tim hums quietly, and Kon remembers Bart humming and how it’d felt and barely bites back another whimper. 

“Very pretty,” Tim agrees in a quiet murmur, and strokes a couple fingertips along Kon’s side. 

Kon feels absolute, unrelenting mortification all over again and just rolls onto his side and wraps his arms around Tim’s fingers to hide his face against them. It’s–stupid. Really stupid. He just–wants to hide against something, though. It’s actually–it’s just fucking embarrassing how much he wants to hide right now. 

Though definitely not as embarrassing as hearing all three of them call him–call him something he definitely isn’t. 

Hearing all three of them call him–“pretty”. 

He’s not. He’s a gross wet shaky mess and he still can’t breathe right and he just isn’t that, that’s not a thing he even could be, that’s not–that’s not a thing he could ever– 

Kon squeezes his eyes shut and keeps his face hidden against the back of Tim’s knuckles, and thinks about what he’d see if he looked up right now. It’d just be–them. Like, just the three of them just . . . everywhere. Taking up his whole field of vision and the whole world, just like that. 

He doesn’t know why he feels the way he feels about that idea. 

He doesn’t know why they’re even into this, when he can’t even do anything for them. When he’s not . . . when he can’t . . . 

It’s just–he doesn’t get it. 

“Kon,” Tim says, his voice still a quiet murmur. “What’s your color?” 

I don’t KNOW, Kon thinks, but he can’t actually say that, fucking obviously, so–“Green,” he mumbles roughly, and just tries to stop the shivery feeling he can’t seem to get away from. 

“Can we take your clothes off for you?” Tim asks, and Kon’s face burns. That’s not . . . it’s not like they never do that for him, obviously. Like, usually he just yanks his clothes off himself, yeah, but they’ve all stripped each other down countless times by now. Just usually they don’t, like–ask each other about it like that. 

And usually it doesn’t happen after they were all talking about playing–dress-up, either. 

[zal-cryptid]

Jen's Doll 💋

Commission for TrampolineFrenzy ✨️

[pawberri]

Squishy

[archie-sunshine]

meter/skyblaze (bf's oc) micro macro indulgence

[deergirl-armpits]

Macros you are so important to me. I drew you in MS paint

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt; “come on barbie let’s go party”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“. . . Kon, in regards to the whole ‘tiger king’ comment, please just tell me that none of your celebrity crushes have anything to do with ethically-dubious exotic zoos,” Tim says with a wince. “I’m not judging, just . . . no, I’m judging. I’m very much judging.” 

“No, no, that wasn’t a sex fantasy thing, the king’s an actual king and also an actual tiger,” Cassie says, shaking her head. “His name’s Tuftan, he runs this whole hidden island of genetically-modified beastmen. We visited once and everyone there kept calling Kon the king’s pet boy. Also Tuftan scratched him behind the ears a couple times, so that was a thing I had to emotionally process and then, like, put my lasso around his neck like a leash about.” 

“. . . . . . I want to revisit that story when you’re back to your usual size, Kon,” Tim says, his expression visibly glazing over behind the mask again. 

Kon boils in embarrassment. 

Jesus, these goddamn horny weirdos are his literal favorite people. Why are these goddamn horny weirdos his literal favorite people? What does that say about him, exactly? 

Aside from, like, how goddamn weird and horny he is too, he guesses. 

[brawnsleloenigmadoublesonic]

Ratchet and Omega Supreme definitely got into some kinky micro/macro shenanigans back in the day.

Back in the day? They're STILL getting up to freaky shenanigans trust trust

[archie-sunshine]

Meter pussy obliteration? how about the general of destruction (Strika) and her consort (Lugnut)?

so- like the thing is with- yknow- size difference is a bitch in tfa i'll be real. everyone pop some champagne for my first true micro macro artwork.

also the aftermath bc i think its important

(he got a BOANER from getting FROTTED by DECEPTICONS. his ass is NOT surviving the traitor allegations)

[fatandnerdy30]

Aunt May, one helluva Borrower

Now he was rushing to the place where the building had been and now was a pile of rubble. His heart was in his throat as he felt the suit crawl over his body and raced through the skies to his where the other part of his heart was.

Tony rushed from the cabin as soon as he heard the news, shock and horror on his face. Why hadn't he brought the kid to live with him? He should have forced Peter to come with him, both him and his aunt, but no. He had to have a bleeding heart moment and allow them to live in the walls of the apartment in Queens.

"Peter!" Ned called, his tiny legs trying to climb over the rubble to find his best friend. The crowd was gathering from the catastrophe but he couldn't care less. He had to find the family that lived down the hall from him and his Lola. "Peter where are you!?"

A voice made him stop and he turned to see MJ coming out from a tunnel under the rubble, her face blackened by the soot. "MJ!" He ran to her, embracing the girl, feeling her strong arms wrap around him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay?" MJ pulled back to look at Ned's face, seeing a few cuts and bruises but nothing big.

"Yeah, yeah. I can't find Peter and the fire department will be here soon and we have to go!"

"I know! Peter! Answer me!" She called out, her voice giving away how scared she was. It had started out as a normal day but that soon changed as the walls of MJ's tiny home shook and trembled. Before she could leave the house, the walls started coming down around her.

Doing what she was taught, MJ had run to her room and grabbed her mattress, throwing it into their tiny plastic bathtub and getting under it. It had saved her life, but she didn't know about her father.

"Peter!? Where are you, man!" Ned's voice started to break with his worry for his best friend. "Peter come on, answer me!"

The boy grunted as he shoved a piece of wall out of their path and stopped. Before them was Peter kneeling on the ground, holding something that he couldn't quite make out. "Peter!" Ned rushed forward when MJ grabbed his shoulder, her tan face now pale as she stared at Peter with wide eyes. "What is it?"

She couldn't say anything, only point. Ned turned and saw a pair of feet lying next to Peter and it hit him. "No..."

Tony landed in the middle of the rubble after scanning for lifeforms. Friday couldn't find anything, which scared him to death. "Peter!?" he called, his helmet melting away to reveal his face. He turned in a circle, looking down at his feet. "Friday, scan again. Look for anything the size of a mouse."

He couldn't get his heart to stop skipping beats and Tony breathed through his mouth. "Peter!?" He was afraid that the smart, adorable boy was gone from his life forever when he heard voices and looked around. "Mr. Stark!"

Finally he looked down to see two kids running up to him. Kneeling down he still towered over them and tried not to look too threatening to them.

"Mr. Stark Peter-he's...."

Ted? No, Ned! Ned was his name. He was Peter's best friend and he was pointing to a spot. Tony heard the sirens coming and shook the fear from his face. "It's okay, kids. Come here." He put his hand down and watched them climb up. "Sit tight, I'll go get him."

Without another word he slipped the two teens into a pocket that formed and stood up, walking in the direction Ned was pointing. "Pete?" He called, stopping when he saw the kid kneeling. "Pete, we have to go. Come on." He knelt down again about to nudge the boy when he saw what the boy was holding and his heart stopped.

May lay motionless in Peter's arms and the kid's shoulders shook with his sobs as he cradled her head in his arms.

"May...May please....get up, please get up."

Tony slowly put his hand out and his finger touched Peter's frail back. The boy didn't even look up, he kept calling out May's name. "Kiddo...." tony started pulling him away but Peter shook his finger off.

"No! I'm not leaving without her!" He turned grief-filled eyes up to Tony, tears making trails down his dirty cheeks. "She's gonna wake up! I know she'll wake up! May always wakes up!" He turned and shook the woman's lifeless body. "May! Please...stop whatever you're doing and get up...I need you."

Tony couldn't handle it and slipped his cupped hands under the two and lifted them. Peter didn't make a fuss, his eyes on May. "It's okay, Underoos. It'll be okay." Bringing his hands to cover the two, he flew into the air slowly.

"Cap, I'm gonna need you to get to Ingram Street and collect a few families."

"What are their names?" Came Steve's voice over the comms.

"Leeds and Jones. Friday, stall the firefighters. Hurry, Cap. They're tiny so it's dangerous for them." Without another word he flew off towards the tower.

Ten minutes later he was striding into the penthouse, his suit still on to protect his passengers. Sitting down he tried to be as gentle as possible. "Okay tiny toons, you can come out now. Steve is going to get your families, along with anyone else that's there."

The pocket moved from his chest to his free hand which hovered over the table. "Go and explore if you'd like. Peter." He sighed and looked both sad and tired. "Peter needs time."

Both the kids nodded but they didn't leave that spot, their eyes on Peter and his aunt, tears tracking down both their faces. "It...it'll be okay," Tony said, feeling braver than he felt. With that he stood and walked away from the tiny teens to his room, shutting the door. "Peter.."

The kid didn't move at his name, just stared at the pale woman in his arms. She wasn't waking up. What kind of game was she playing? Whatever it was, he didn't like it.

"Peter, you have to let her go."

"I don't have to do anything," Peter snapped, holding May to him tighter. "She will wake up....just like always..." When she woke up she would smile at him like she always did. He would hug her and she would wrap her arms around him, wrapping him in safety as always.

"Pete....she's not waking up, buddy....I'm so sorry." Tony wanted to see what had killed the woman who had protected Peter so feircely when they had first met. He couldn't believe that she was....that she was gone. "Come on Pete....it's okay." He didn't know how to handle this.

When he'd lost his parents he was alone. Well, he had Obadiah but look what happened to him. Tony had turned to drinking and self depriciation. He didn't want to see Peter go down that road. "Come one, Pete. Look at me." He hooked a single finger under Peter's chin, forcing the boy's head up. The look in his eyes broke Tony's heart into a million pieces. "Oh Pete...."

That look made tears come to his own eyes but he blinked them away. Slowly he lifted a hand and put two finger between the kid and his aunt, prying his arms off the woman and lifting him. Carefully he placed May on the nightstand and grabbed a tissue, covering her body so that Peter wouldn't need to keep seeing her.

"No...no May! Uncover her! Mr. Stark please, she can't breathe!" Peter flailed and tried to get to the woman, almost falling off the man's hand, but Mr. Stark stopped him just before he fell, his fingers wrapping around him.

Usually he'd be scared, but tonight he needed to be held. Feeling those rough, calloused hands engulfing him was the straw that broke him. He felt the tears hot and steady falling down his cheeks as he stared at the tissue that covered his aunt's unmoving body and he broke. With a wailing sob he collapsed into Mr. Stark's palm.

"May.....May.....MAY!!!"

The teenager cried into the man's fingers as he clutched them to him. "Bring her back...please...someone bring her back!!" He couldn't take life without her. Suddenly the fingers moved and he was staring into two brown eyes that were wet with tears of their own.

"Pete....I know it's hard. And you have every right to cry. So you cry. You cry for as long as you need it." Tony blinked and a tear slipped from his eye down his cheek. "Come here."

Peter was suddenly surrounded by the scent of coffee and motor oil, a scent he was getting to know as Mr. Stark's and it made him feel..safe. He felt the man's shirt beneath him and he grabbed onto it

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Numb. That's what Peter felt as he stared at the small mound of disturbed dirt. He couldn't believe it. He was alone in the world now. Aunt May was gone, and now he had no one. "Why did you leave me alone, May?" He whispered to the ground.

"Who said you're alone?" Peter jumped at the booming voice and turned to see Mr. Stark kneeling over him, his sad eyes staring down at him. "It's time to come in, Pete. It's getting cold out here." The man put his hand down, but the boy couldn't step onto it.

"What if...what if she gets cold?" He turned back to the grave, his eyes watering. "I'll stay out here with her just in case she gets lonely." He was old enough to have stopped believing in that kind of talk, but he couldn't help it. He loved his aunt and now she was....He couldn't even think of it.

"That's fine, bud." Mr. Stark groaned as he got down, the ground rumbling beneath the boy's feet as he sat. "It's gonna get cold out here for you tonight." Whipping a piece of cloth out he threw it over Peter's head, making the boy cry out as he was covered.

"Mr. Stark, you shouldn't be out here. You're not fully healed yet." Peter's head popped out of the cloth that was blissfully warm. "Besides, you have Morgan. You shouldn't be worrying about me. I'll be fine." In time it would all be okay, right? He thought to himself.

"Morgan is fine, kid." Mr. Stark sighed and pulled a blade of grass from beside Peter, studying it. "Besides, she has Pepper right now, while you...." He didn't want to say it but Peter knew it. He was alone.

"I'm fine, Mr. Stark." The boy tried to smile up at the man, but Mr. Stark simply shook his head.

"No you're not, Pete. You're not allowing yourself to grieve. I know it's a shock but...you have to let yourself feel something other than numbness."

He put a hand down and wrapped his fingers around Peter's shoulders, his fingers hanging down his chest. "I...how did you...?"

"I lost my parents too, kid. I know she was like your mom and...I liked her." He remembered the first day he met her. She was stuck in a trap in the then abandoned building holding onto an even smaller Peter as she tried to free herself of the glue.

When she saw Tony walking up she tried not to draw attention to them but of course the man knew they were there thanks to Friday telling him. She had threatened to haunt him if he even so much as looked at Peter wrong, but all Tony did was free her of the glue and bid her goodbye.

That was when he bought the building and made it his duty to go and talk to May every month to see if they were okay, which they always were. "Your aunt...she was amazing, kid. She had such spirit in her that I admired. Reminded me of my own mother, especially with that look she would give when you said something she didn't like." Tony gave a shudder and heard Peter chuckle.

"She is...was....amazing, Mr. Stark." Peter's dash-sized fingers wrapped around Mr. Stark's pinky as he stared at the grave. "I can't believe she's gone.." A single tear fell and that was the start of Peter's downfall. Sniffles could be heard from the boy as the feelings poured out of him. His shoulders jerked as he tried to hide his tears, but finally the dam broke.

The boy cried out his anger, all of his hurt, all of his sadness. And Mr. Stark just sat by his side, letting him cry. The hand went from Peter's shoulders to under him, lifting him as he felt a cold wind wash over his skin. Soon the wind became a warm embrace.

The scent of coffee and motor oil filled his nose and he felt a sense of safety. "Mr. Stark...what am I gonna do? I'm all alone.... I have no home to go to...not without May...I can't be alone..." He didn't know how to be on his own.

"What are you talking about, kid?" Mr. Stark looked at him quizically. "You have a home. Right here." He pointed to the cabin behind them. "You'll always have a place with us, Peter."

Peter stared at the man for a moment before collapsing into his shirt and grabbing the material. "Thank you, Mr. Stark.." He whispered, sniffling into the material. "I..I miss her so much..." He looked down at the grave, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold back more tears.

"I know, kid. And that pain will never leave. It'll get easier to deal with, but there will always be an empty space where she used to be, and nothing will be able to fill that. But, there will be other things that will make the pain lessen. Like family, and your friend, what's his name? Ked? Ped?"

Peter burst out with a wet laugh. "It's Ned."

"Yeah, Ted." Mr. Stark smirked down at the boy who smiled up at him. "We'll help you through this, Pete. One day at a time. Let your family help you." The man put a finger under Peter's chin. "I love you, Underoos. I hope you know that."

"I....I love you too....dad...." Peter felt the fingers close around him and already he could feel the sadness being lifted away by this man who was once his mentor now turned parental figure. He looked back at the grave and shook off the fabric.

"I think May should have this....just in case, you know?"

"I think that's a good idea, Pete." Mr. Stark took the handkerchief and laid it over the disturbed dirt, making sure it wouldn't blow away with a few small rocks on the edges. "Come on. It's getting cold and you can always come out and visit her." The man groaned as he stood, looking at Peter who was staring at the grave.

"Goodbye Aunt May..." Peter called out. "I'm safe....I'm with my other family now...so you don't have to worry about me." He blew the grave a kiss and turned away, leaning into Mr. Stark's chest as he felt a sob tear out of him. A finger rubbed his back.

"She knows, Underoos. I'm sure she wouldn't like it, but she knows that I'll always be there for you. And I always will be, no matter what." He didn't even let death itself tear him away from the boy, and he would make sure Peter grew up knowing he was loved. Together the two went inside, leaving the grave topped with a simple stone that read:

'May Parker, Beloved Wife, Aunt and one hell of a borrower.

[sirtrashpanda]

I did One more fanart for this week the one and only! The giant wolf who inspired maxine's creation for madtown!

Zoe created and owned by cakeinferno

[suzukiblu]

Come on barbie?

“It’s kinda weird but I think I wanna see what’d happen if I made you straddle my cock like it was the Sybian version of a mechanical bull and just saw how long you could ride it like that,” Bart says, sounding musing again. Kon feels about a thousand conflicting feelings all at once, but the absolute strongest one is definitely the gut-punch of heat to his cock. “But like, that wouldn’t really be us doing stuff to you, so I dunno, maybe later.” 

“You don’t think the TTK could hold on to you?” Tim asks, sounding a little considering. 

“I mean, not if he couldn’t concentrate enough for it,” Bart replies with a shrug. 

“Jesus fuck, Bart,” Kon manages, covering his face with his hands. “That is the weirdest thing anyone has ever managed to make my dick pay attention to.” 

“No it’s not, your dick paid a ton of attention for that Nina Dowd lady and you told me you and Slobo used to mess around in the back of the Super-Cycle like it wasn’t, you know, a totally sapient person too,” Bart says reasonably. “And you told me about that tiger king guy and his friends who all kidnapped you and tied you up and then literally showed you off to their whole city, plus you said the time you met your evil Hypertime adult self you wanted to sit in his lap so–” 

“OKAY,” Kon cuts him off loudly as he boils in embarrassment, then drops his hands to scowl up at him. Bart is still–really close. Like–really, really close. 

Also, Kon hates the guy’s memory.

[microposting]

i do take good care of them