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#sizetwitter
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"smaller," he croons, watching as you go from doll sized to perfectly snug in the palm of his hand. a thumb the size of a tree trunk runs itself down your body.
"smaller," he says again, and you shrink again. you've never been this tiny, and he has never been this huge. 1/4
Two interstellar travelers in a lonely part of the galaxy find one another on comms one day. The pair strike up a friendship, perhaps one that grows into a full blown relationship. After a years worth of stardates, they finally decide to meet one another. 1/9
unaware giant being turned on by the tiny stuck on them truly hits like nothing else does. the casualness of it all, the idle rubbing at a sensitive crotch. little groans and moans, grinding and rutting and letting oneself go in a way they never would in front of company...
"remember when you were still big enough to ride this?" i ask the infinitesimal speck at the base of my swollen clit, rocking their world as my fingers idly stroke at myself. "now it'd take you a day just to climb it...enjoy it while you can. i want you to be even smaller."
i examine your few centimeters tall self, lowering myself down as far as i can to your level so i can see you better.
"you're small..." i murmur, and press down on you with a titanic fingertip. i begin to feel less and less of you as you shrink.
"but you should be smaller."
let's talk about the fear aspect of size. of seeing something bigger than any man-made object move. of being on the ground, looking up at something that can hardly perceive you. the twist in your gut as their footsteps approach, the race of your heart knowing you can't escape
kissing you smaller, taking your size away each time our lips meet. i engulf you, tower over you, i have to pull you out of a nest of fallen clothes so i can pepper more kisses upon you. you're a doll, you're a bug, you're a speck on the tip of my finger and smaller still you go
amongst a sea of people, he finds you. locks eyes with you. miles tall, he smiles, and your ears pop as he sucks in a breath. his mouth moves, and you feel the force of his words before you hear it. it shatters windows, cracks the earth. and then his voice rumbles. "i love you"
"leave? why would you want to leave?"
a giant finger burrows into the ground, tearing the earth apart as it lazily draws a heart around you that forms canyons and ravines hundreds of feet deep. his chuckle knocks you off your feet, his enormous face all bright eyes and mischief.
teasing my minuscule lover by running my finger through their city, leveling it with barely any effort, making sure to keep away from their apartment. "an inch to the left," i rumble "and that could have been you."
pet tinies who love being spoiled and so well looked after, knowing that despite being so small they're considered a "treasure" to their giant. precious and irreplaceable, cared for by an immense being that proudly shows them off as something of value.
jasper slowly shrinking an oblivious customer in his shop, occasionally coming over to offer "assistance" with whatever they need. the customer is at first confused--they were under the impression that the shopkeep was a rather petite man, at least a head shorter than them 1/9
yeah no your boyfriend annoyed me so i shrunk him to nano size. yeah. yeah. he's stuck in the canyon of my fingerprint now. no, he's not gonna be normal sized again. i mean. you can join him if you want, you're kinda peeving me off too...
you know what's just slightly better than unaware?
when the macro thinks this is all some sort of dream, and therefore, does not give a damn what happens
listen if you are mysteriously shrunk to a few centimeters tall and you think the best place to hide is in someone's shoes, do not expect me to feel sorry for you when someone puts them on immediately afterwards.
also unrelated there's a rock in my shoe or something. weird. :/
really really really in a petplay mood right now. coddling and smothering a tiny in my affections, providing them with anything and everything they could ever want. all they have to do in return is be my cute, sweet pet. 1/2
he found you hours ago, one of several hundred running from his huge form as he explored your city. you must have stuck out to him, because he plucked you out of the crowd with a delighted hum and claimed you were too precious to lose. 1/
i wanna be so big that i'm incomprehensible. you can't look at all of me at once, when i talk it's just a roar of cacophonous sound. each breath is enough to change the weather and when i lay down my heartbeat is a constant, booming earthquake.
i love my size fantasies because most of them aren't actually from the perspective of me being Big it's someone small seeing me being Big. like imagining how huge i must be to them, trying to comprehend my size, its sooo 😳😳🥵🥵
you've fallen in between the canyons of his handprint, surrounded by miles of warm flesh. you doubt he can even see you anymore. a cacophonous roar in his voice echoes throughout, unintelligible and deafening...and as you get even smaller, you know exactly what he has said. 4/4
shrunken until you're smaller than dust, left wandering on a desk...your sky is briefly replaced by my gigantic eye looking down at you, and you think you're saved, until the heavens are replaced with something else--the bulbous head of my tdick descending on you.
you entered the witch's shop, not knowing you would never leave it. he's cordial enough to you, until you start to haggle with him. he grows steadily annoyed, and argues that you're insulting his products. your body begins to feel cold, and you're about to storm out 1/12
you're just a speck on my table. blanketed in my shadow as i lean over you. it's hard to make you out against the wood grain, hard to believe you even exist. even so, something nags at me, and i call down to you in a deafening whisper.
"you're still too big."
anyway big gigantic celestial god who generally regards the universe with disdain and resting bitch face falls heads over heels in love with a tiny tiny tiny mortal creature. thank you very much.
growth that feels like constant edging, never letting up, leaving you wide eyed and out of breath and overstimulated as you keep getting bigger and bigger
his pulse, quickened by his excitement, thrums in the veins of his hand and constantly sends quakes throughout. his breaths are like a storm, his face now hazy in all its mountainous glory. he has to squint to see you.
"smaller," he booms, and he becomes your entire world. 3/4
chasing down a tiny, reveling in how a few meager steps for me is yards for them...the more they run, the more i shrink them, until the little speck on the ground can hardly keep their balance as i draw near. they fall on their back, made too small to ever hope to escape me.
you always thought faery rings were little circles of flowers and mushrooms in the grass.
not the deep chasm that encircled your kingdom. it had protected your people for centuries, a barrier between yourselves and the outside world. it was the kingdom's greatest strength. 1/4
"it's 'too big'?" jasper scoffed, his enormous clit hanging above you like a sword of damocles. you only spoke honestly--how could he expect you to pleasure something that large?
the witch rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. you could feel yourself shrinking again. 1/3
like a god, a living monolith, he looms over you and gazes down hungrily at your reduced form. he leans down, lips bigger than you are pressing into your body and giving you a kiss.
"smaller," he whispers, and the force of his breath nearly knocks you out of his hand. 2/4
its exciting, isnt it? to feel me before you can see me, to hear the distant thunder of my footsteps as i make my way to you. so big, massive on a scale you can hardly comprehend. i become part of your skyline, my shadow engulfs your world, and you sit in awe all the while.
my philosophy on losing tinies is kind of like when i lose my 3ds stylus. it'll show up again. probably somewhere on my bed, probably under me. who knows!
getting this urge to make a mad scientist type of character who isn't necessarily unkind to the people he shrinks, in fact he's a very sweet bubbly sort of guy! but the second you're below his knees is the moment he stops treating you like a person and more like a cute pet/toy.
You sit in Jasper's palm, freshly shrunk and shivering under the witch's mirthful game, his eyes alight in sickly sadistic glee.
"Please!" You beg, "Change me back!"
The witch stifles a giggle.
"Say something nice." He replies mischievously. 1/ 6
woes of liking male giant stuff is not only how relatively rare it is, but it's also having to comb through an endless stream of really generic Ultra Hyper-Masculine CisHet Guys and then weird sh/ota shit to find stuff that actually appeals to me.
imagine a giant so big that their pulse vibrates through the air, echoing for miles and reverberating through tinies like a persistent earthquake. feeling trepidation rise as the giant's immense gaze falls on a city and their heartbeat quickens.
(cw mouthplay)
Smaller than a speck of dust, you sit atop Jasper's nail, hovering before a pair of freshly painted red lips. He smiles, the thunder of his words; the wind of his breath nearly blowing you away as he speaks.
"Have you ever heard of the finger trick, pet?" 1/8
thousands of nanos caught between an unfathomably huge couple, utterly unaware of the "guests" scattered across their monolithic bodies. they're squished between miles of hot flesh, lapped up onto an eager tongue, their minute forms only adding to the unknowing titans' pleasure
you're running as fast as your legs can carry you, chased by the relatively leisurely steps of the titan behind you. each stride they take is ten of yours, each footfall threatening to knock you down. they pluck you up with little fanfare, fist coiled tightly around you 1/12
one of the relatively larger tinies in jasper's "collection" manages to get their hands on a potion book, flipping pages taller than they were until they found it--a recipe for an elixir of growth. their joy quickly turns into fright, however, as a shadow engulfs them 1/11
enormous gods rest comfortably in their palace high in the celestial plane, toying with mortals no bigger than crumbs compared to them...until a shadow engulfs the skies, and a bright red eye as large as their domain itself blinks outside of it. 1/3
you've been shrunk 'till you're nothing but a speck below me. you can hardly comprehend how big i am, how each subtle movement of mine is apocalyptic to you. the earth rattles with the force of my voice as i regard you and pass my judgement. "aw, no...you're still too big."
today's thoughts are about...thighs. squishing tinies between them, teasingly spreading them around entire cities and using them like gigantic, soft walls to keep all my toys where i want them to be. 🥰🥰very good
a planet watches in horror as their protector, a vibrant yellow star, is effortlessly pinched between the fingers of a much, much larger celestial who glares down at their pitiful bead of a world, drowning out their sun's gentle warmth with his cold, blindingly blue glow 1/3
shrunk down to a good two feet tall, trying to escape from jasper before he can make you any smaller, running directly into his thighs as he waits patiently by the door for you--each one thicker than your whole body,,
yeah being my pet may strip you of your dignity and you will no longer get the same respect actual people do but i'll dress you up in fancy cute outfits and tell you how adorable you are all day while i pet your head with the tip of my finger so. i think it all evens out
local tiny has to apologize to city council because they attract multiple giants to fawn over them and cause millions of dollars worth of property damage
a giant who lays down for a little bit but finds they can't get up because micros have made civilizations on top of them and it's kind of like when your cat sits on your lap :/
two lovers big enough to turn mountains into anthills, arriving to turn the world into a tool for their pleasure. you've just barely managed to survive their earthshaking steps, their enormous bodies seemingly, mercifully, everywhere but on top of you.
stomping playfully over to you, knocking you off your feet and making you dizzy and sick with the force of my meteoric footfalls. my boot swings miles above you, and you brace yourself, the world feels as though its been cracked in two. but you're alive under the arch of my heel
endlessly teasing a tiny, dangling them over my mouth just to watch them squirm and try to get away. dropping them in and sucking on them, relishing in their taste and acting like i'm about to swallow them before i pluck them back out and laugh at the look on their little face
so like you can either face the cold reality of the day or i can shrink you smaller than a speck and put you between my boobs and you can stay there nice and warm until i remember you exist. your call.
there's something about putting tinies in little pretty gilded cages and dressing them up all nice that hits different. like. you're well taken care of, you will want for nothing, but you're still mine. don't forget it.
i am not immune to big giant princes and tiny knights that are extremely capable of protecting their charges despite being no bigger than a finger to them
uhmmm i think i should be worshiped and made bigger through the collective love and devotion of hundreds of minuscule people and my body made into a landmark where i can just lounge around all day and be cute and huge. thanks.
a gigantic alien that captures entire swaths of land in an enclosure and brings it with them back to the stars...only for those stuck within them to find that they were just a gift for an even larger, unfathomably huge alien ruler
listen giant faeries are so good because it's all about The Drama. the shock of seeing a 50ft pixie and learning that to most fae, that same pixie is about the size of their finger.
congratulations! you've climbed all the way to the top of my clit! i'm so proud of you. your reward is...getting slurped into my boyfriend's mouth as he eats me out. there's a 50/50 chance i'll remember to tell him you're down there.
"Just like how you weren't expecting, er.../this/, were you? I'm sorry. " The thunderous apology rings in your ears, and the silence that falls over you both is heavy and uncomfortable...but you switch on your comms.
"It's alright," You say. "It's good to finally meet you." 9/9
waking up on the floor of his apartment. you can feel him before you see him, earthquakes knock you on your back as the distant thooms of his steps grow closer. he rounds the corner, a living mountain staring off into the distance in worry.
"where are you?" his voice booms
the goth giant (me) kissed the city and yeah there's billions of dollars in property damage but even worse everything's covered in black lipstick and there's no amount of baby oil that can get it off (not sorry)
Fleeing from the quaking footfalls of the unaware scientist, your lungs burning and your legs threatening to buckle under you from sheer exhaustion. You trip, falling hard onto the pristine marble floor as August's sneaker hovers above your tiny frame. 1/2
and crashed directly into the ground before you with a calamitous "thoom", the force nearly blowing your puny form far away. the tdick was so big to you now, it would take days just to get to the peak. jasper's mocking laughter rung in your ears.
"let's try again, shall we?" 3/3
traveling into fae wilds, noticing that the trees around you start to change. they grow thinner, greener, and soon you realize that they aren't trees. it's grass. the actual trees tower above and beyond this meager "forest", so monolithic they block out the sun.
you dip your head between his thighs, his hand worms its way through your hair as you begin to run your tongue up and down his tdick. already swollen with pleasure, you feel it grow in your mouth as he begins to get bigger. soon, its big enough for you to take into your mouth 1/8
What's this? It seems like Gale's gotten his hands on a growth spell! But there's a hitch: he's going to need a lot of energy to power it. Why not lend a hand to your favorite bunnyboy and in a week's time reap the rewards?
#growthdrive
#sizetwitter
#macromarch
tinies trying to run from me as i wander around my apartment, unable to stay on their feet as the ground quivers and shakes with each thooming footstep. they don't know i'm purposefully walking with a bit more force today, wanting to see how many i can knock off their feet.
the enormous face above you is flushed deep red, his breaths are deep and his eyes heady. hungrily staring down at the miniscule landscape below. the pillars of his fingers dig deep crevasses into the ground as he settles on all fours, his gigantic crotch hanging miles above 1/2
you are an offering to the god of euphoria, ripped from your home in the dead of night and bound against a post in gilded chains. your captors disregarded your pleas, your cries for release. they left you in the cold, shivering and afraid, to await their god's arrival 1/9
he lifted you high, high up into the air to meet his gaze. why a being as grand as him cared so much for thing as small as you, you could not understand. his brows furrowed in worry, and he whispered gently to you. "i'm so sorry...i forgot i had you! it won't happen again."
a transmasc giant tasking you with climbing his chest--an easy task, you think, before he lifts up his shirt and pulls his binder off. this...might take a while.
buildings were made so close together specifically so big hip and butt boys like myself can knock them over while we walk through the streets. just a fun fact for you.
blindfolded tinies, they don't know how big their giant is, or how small they are. they just have to let their imagination do the work (and always, /always/ they are much smaller than they could have ever anticipated)
You'd think the huge ears on the even more enormous bunnyboy would allow him to hear your cries as you attempt to scale up his torso, struggling to find a foothold in the fibers of his shirt, but even your loudest scream still leaves him oblivious...or willfully ignoring you.
"do you know what you are?" asks the giant, who holds you in their clenched fist. you shake your head.
"a sacrifice." they answer, and your eyes go wide. you squirm, you plead, and they shush you. the ground shakes, a foot as big as they are slams beside them.
"but not for me."