u/H_R_Little

Can you imagine?

My one inch tall stepson ended up between my breasts today.

No kidding.

It wasn't intentional, I swear.

I spotted him sitting on the kitchen island, completely lost in whatever was on his tiny phone screen, and decided to interrupt his endless scrolling.

As I leaned forward, resting my arms on either side of him, his head tilted upward.

I didn’t move, just watched him watching me.

You could almost see his internal struggle.

I counted silently. Eight seconds before his eyes dropped downward.

They snapped back up instantly, but too late. I’d seen it — and he knew it.

His face turned a deep shade of red.

I bit back a laugh.

Really, though… can you blame him?

What twenty-two-year-old wouldn't look?

My top left little to the imagination. Even full-sized adults struggled to hold eye contact when I wore it.

Just imagine how it must have looked from his perspective.

Feeling playful, I traced my finger along my cleavage and asked, just teasingly, if he wanted to be put there.

His eyes went wide. He didn’t move.

For a moment I thought he might faint.

But he didn’t say no.

I knew he wanted it.

I knew it would take only the slightest push.

That’s the point where I should have stopped.

Next thing I knew, his tiny body was sliding down into the shadow between my breasts.

If I’d had even a shred of adult responsibility, I would’ve scooped him up immediately.

But… God.

Those little scrabbles against my skin.

…

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...

"Liam?" Hope fluttered in her chest. "Are you... alive?"

The tiny body suddenly shifted and a arm broke free from the dough.

"Oh God, oh God," Lilly whispered, relief flooding through her.

With trembling fingers, she carefully pinched Liam's tiny form between her thumb and forefinger.

She pulled him out of the dough with the gentleness of someone handling a butterfly's wing.

Then she gently placed him in her palm, bringing him up to her face for a closer look.

Liam felt himself being lifted.

Everything was a blur.

His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt strange, compressed and achy.

"Liam? Can you hear me? Please be okay," Lilly pleaded, her voice cracking.

Liam blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision as consciousness slowly returned.

The world came into focus.

He was lying in Lilly's palm, her face hovering just inches above him.

Her huge brown eyes were wide with concern, tears still clinging to her lashes.

"Can you move?" she asked, her voice softer now, trembling with worry. "Please say something."

"I'm... I'm okay," he managed to croak, though his voice came out as barely more than a whisper.

Relief washed across Lilly's face.

"Thank God," she murmured. "I thought I'd killed you."

Liam tried to sit up in Lilly's palm, wincing as his muscles protested.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her breath washing over him like a warm breeze. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Her face drew closer, filling his entire field of view.

Before he could respond, Lilly's mouth descended toward him.

Liam felt himself enveloped in softness and warmth as his head and shoulders disappeared between her lips.

The moist heat surrounded him, and for a brief moment, the world went dark as her lips closed around his upper body.

The sensation was overwhelming.

When she pulled away, leaving him dazed in her palm, her expression was tender with concern.

"Are you feeling a bit better now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

A peculiar warmth spread through Liam's body, starting at his core and radiating outward.

The pain from moments ago began to fade, replaced by a familiar stirring below his waist.

His breathing quickened.

He became acutely aware of the lingering moisture where she'd kissed him and the heat of her palm beneath him.

"Yes," he managed. "I'm feeling... much better."

He shifted slightly in her palm, trying to hide his body's reaction, but there was little he could do to conceal anything from Lilly's enormous eyes.

Her gaze flicked downward, and her lips parted slightly.

"Oh," she whispered, a flush creeping across her cheeks.

Liam swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

The way she looked at him sent a wave of heat through his tiny body. He couldn't believe this was happening. That his aunt was looking at him with that expression, that hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Lilly's tongue darted out, moistening her lips as she looked down at him.

As she spoke her voice had a breathier quality than before.

"Are you absolutely sure it doesn't hurt anymore?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

The End.

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The office had emptied half an hour ago. The hum of the ventilation and the soft tick of the clock were the only sounds left.

Juliet rested her chin on her hand and looked down at her desk where Tom stood, not bigger than an ant, staring at nothing.

"You're sulking again."

He huffed. "I'm not sulking. I just... I hate being like this. Five years and I still can't get used to it."

Juliet's voice dropped. "Aw, sweetheart. You're adorable."

She reached down, pinched him gently between thumb and forefinger, and lifted him to eye level.

“I think I know what might help,” she said, a playful lilt in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow. “And what might that be?”

“Something… exciting.”

She brought him close to her lips. So close that the humid warmth of her breath engulfed him completely.

His entire body tensed at the sight of her impossibly large mouth before him, her teeth gleaming wet behind slightly parted lips.

She was going to kiss him.

He braced himself, closed his eyes, waited for those full lips to cover his face.

Instead, he felt himself moving backward, the warmth fading away.

He opened his eyes.

Juliet's lips curled into a smile, her eyes lingering on him with a spark of intrigue.

Had she noticed how his body had tensed in anticipation? How he'd leaned forward rather than away?

... to be continued

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...

He scrambled to push himself upright, but it was too late.

The rolling pin caught his legs.

A faint tiny squeak.

Silence.

Lilly reached the end of the dough and lifted the pin, expecting to see Liam standing breathless at the edge.

But her laughter faded away as her eyes fell on the dough.

Pressed into its smooth, soft surface was a tiny impression in the shape of Liam, arms outstretched and legs splayed, as if he had been caught mid-dash.

“Aww, did I flatten my little nephew?" she cooed.

A burst of laughter escaped her as she pictured Liam getting squished beneath the rolling pin like a cartoon character, his tiny body stretched comically wide. Just like in those old cartoons where characters got flattened by steamrollers only to peel themselves off the ground moments later.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I actually got you! Are you okay?"

She leaned closer, examining the little form.

"Liam?" she called. "You can stop playing dead now."

No movement.

A flicker of concern crossed her face. She hadn't actually pressed that hard, had she?

"Liam?" she called again, poking gently at the small impression. "This isn't funny."

No response.

Lilly's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she murmured. "I didn't— I wasn't really—"

She pictured Liam running for his life, his lungs burning, his heart pounding with terror.

He must have been screaming, begging her to stop, while she'd just laughed.

“No. No no no… please“

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The rolling pin had crushed him as she pushed it slowly forward, giggling the whole time.

Lilly's stomach lurched.

What had she done? How would she explain this to his mother?

Who would believe that she'd accidentally squished her nephew with a rolling pin while baking cookies?

The tears spilled over now, running down her cheeks.

She'd never meant to hurt him. It was just supposed to be a joke, a little scare.

How could she have been so careless?

She looked at Liams imprint again.

Was that movement?

Her eyes widened.

Lilly bent closer, tilting her head slightly, squinting at the tiny figure.

... to be continued

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Can you imagine?

Today my one inch tall son asked me to sit on him!

For a second, I was lost for words.

Then I asked him where on earth he got such an idea.

He confessed to me that he couldn’t help but think about it ever since a friend from college had told him how his mother accidentally sat on him.

From what this friend said, it must have been the most amazing feeling.

I thought it must be a joke - but he was serious.

I told him I wouldn’t do it, because it is weird and way too dangerous.

I mean.. you know.. just think about it.

Actually, I didn’t tell him it was weird because I didn’t want to upset him.

Shortly after, he tried to talk me into it.

He even came up with rules to make it safer - but I was still against it.

That was until he casually mentioned that he could just ask someone else to do it.

The picture this sentence painted in my mind finally made me give in.

So I sat down on him.

Very slowly.

Inch by inch.

As gently as I could.

Then I felt it.

To my surprise, it felt different than I had expected.

Judging by his movements beneath me, he actually seemed to like it.

I decided to stay seated a little longer so he could enjoy it even more.

A minute passed.

Maybe two.

Suddenly I noticed that he wasn’t moving anymore.

This made me jump to my feet.

At first, it didn’t look that bad.

Then I bent down to take a closer look at him.

…

I’ll put it this way…

The mother of the other child was either built like a little fairy - or my son really should have chosen his friends more wisely.

If this was meant to be a prank, it went horribly wrong.

God… I’m so sorry.

But that’s all I can say for now.

I know that doesn’t explain everything… but that’s a story for another time.

Should I tell you what really happened — or leave it here?

Tell me below. If enough of you want it, I might write it.

The kitchen was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla as Lilly rolled out the dough.

Liam watched her from the edge of the kitchen island, his attention drawn to the subtle movement of her ample chest as she worked.

Lilly, in her early thirties, had long black hair loosely tied back. She wore a white tank top and a dark blue apron sprinkled with flour.

To Liam, the rolling pin in her hands looked like a massive steamroller, pressing the fluffy dough into a thin, flat sheet with each roll.

Each pass sent faint vibrations through the countertop.

Ever since the mysterious shrinking virus had reduced him to the size of an ant, Liam had been forced to adjust to his new world.

Everyday objects now towered over him, and even the most mundane actions carried an inherent risk.

As Aunt Lilly turned away to grab a bag of sugar from the counter, Liam couldn’t resist.

Curious as ever, he stepped onto the dough and wandered across the soft, warm surface.

It felt plush beneath his bare feet, like walking across memory foam. With each step, he left tiny imprints, miniature footprints scattered across the smooth surface.

His excitement was short-lived.

When Lilly turned back, her eyes landed on the tiny indentations.

She quickly spotted Liam and gasped dramatically. "Oh, Liam! You've ruined my perfect dough!"

Liam froze.

She tilted her head. A long strand of black hair slipped free and swung like a rope above him.

Her shadow enveloped him as she leaned in closer, a glint of mischief shining in her eyes.

He waved his arms, trying to explain, but his voice was too small.

Lilly tapped her lip, pretending to think. “Hmmm… you know what I do with bad little boys who ruin my baking?”

She lifted the rolling pin.

“They get flattened.”

Liam’s heart nearly stopped. She wasn’t serious. Was she?

“Run, little man,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Let’s see if you’re fast enough.”

He turned and ran.

The dough stretched ahead of him like a football field. Every stride felt slow, sucked down by the giving surface.

From behind came the dull thunk-thunk of the pin being set down… and then rolled —slow, steady, playful.

“Come on, Liam! I’m catching up!” she laughed joyfully, like a girl chasing a bug.

He picked up his pace, feeling the burn in his legs.

She was right on his heels, playfully pushing the rolling pin along.

Liam dared a glance over his shoulder, his heart racing.

In that split second, his foot snagged on an uneven ridge in the soft dough, and he tumbled forward, sprawling onto the warm surface.

... to be continued

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I still need your help!

I want to write a story to go with my latest picture — a woman standing on the deck of a cruise ship, taking a selfie. (You can see it on my Patreon post.)

I'm a little stuck, though. I was thinking something like smuggling a shrunken boyfriend (or kids) onto the ship to dodge the extra cost. Imagine all the ways that could go wrong. Near misses. Accidents waiting to happen.

But I'm curious what you see when you look at it. Your ideas might be exactly what I need — I might even turn one (or a mix of a few) into something bigger.

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April arrived just as the front door opened and Liam's mother stepped out, purse already slung over her shoulder.

"Perfect timing," his mom said with a grateful smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"He's on the kitchen chair, same spot as always. You know how he gets when he's left alone too long."

April laughed softly. "Don't worry. I've got him."

She stepped inside, heels clicking lightly on the floorboards, and gave a little wave as the door closed behind Liam's mom.

The house settled into its familiar quiet - just the low hum of the fridge and the faint tick of the wall clock.

April's brown eyes scanned the kitchen until they landed on the wooden chair.

There he was.

Perched near the center of the seat, twenty-two years old and no bigger than an ant, was Liam.

"Liam," she said softly, bending down to take a closer look at him.

Her smile widened as his tiny figure stiffened beneath her gaze.

"Oh my gosh... you're so small. I almost didn't see you."

She gasped theatrically, pulling back with a hand on her chest.

"Imagine if I just... sat down."

... to be continued

Parts 1 and 2 are on my profile.

...

"Liam?" Hope fluttered in her chest. "Are you... alive?"

The tiny body suddenly shifted and a arm broke free from the dough.

"Oh God, oh God," Lilly whispered, relief flooding through her.

With trembling fingers, she carefully pinched Liam's tiny form between her thumb and forefinger.

She pulled him out of the dough with the gentleness of someone handling a butterfly's wing.

Then she gently placed him in her palm, bringing him up to her face for a closer look.

Liam felt himself being lifted.

Everything was a blur.

His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt strange, compressed and achy.

"Liam? Can you hear me? Please be okay," Lilly pleaded, her voice cracking.

Liam blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision as consciousness slowly returned.

The world came into focus.

He was lying in Lilly's palm, her face hovering just inches above him.

Her huge brown eyes were wide with concern, tears still clinging to her lashes.

"Can you move?" she asked, her voice softer now, trembling with worry. "Please say something."

"I'm... I'm okay," he managed to croak, though his voice came out as barely more than a whisper.

Relief washed across Lilly's face.

"Thank God," she murmured. "I thought I'd killed you."

Liam tried to sit up in Lilly's palm, wincing as his muscles protested.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her breath washing over him like a warm breeze. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Her face drew closer, filling his entire field of view.

Before he could respond, Lilly's mouth descended toward him.

Liam felt himself enveloped in softness and warmth as his head and shoulders disappeared between her lips.

The moist heat surrounded him, and for a brief moment, the world went dark as her lips closed around his upper body.

The sensation was overwhelming.

When she pulled away, leaving him dazed in her palm, her expression was tender with concern.

"Are you feeling a bit better now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

A peculiar warmth spread through Liam's body, starting at his core and radiating outward.

The pain from moments ago began to fade, replaced by a familiar stirring below his waist.

His breathing quickened.

He became acutely aware of the lingering moisture where she'd kissed him and the heat of her palm beneath him.

"Yes," he managed. "I'm feeling... much better."

He shifted slightly in her palm, trying to hide his body's reaction, but there was little he could do to conceal anything from Lilly's enormous eyes.

Her gaze flicked downward, and her lips parted slightly.

"Oh," she whispered, a flush creeping across her cheeks.

Liam swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

The way she looked at him sent a wave of heat through his tiny body. He couldn't believe this was happening. That his aunt was looking at him with that expression, that hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Lilly's tongue darted out, moistening her lips as she looked down at him.

As she spoke her voice had a breathier quality than before.

"Are you absolutely sure it doesn't hurt anymore?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

The End.

Part 1 is on my profile. (And it is not hidden anymore🙄)

...

He scrambled to push himself upright, but it was too late.

The rolling pin caught his legs.

A faint tiny squeak.

Silence.

Lilly reached the end of the dough and lifted the pin, expecting to see Liam standing breathless at the edge.

But her laughter faded away as her eyes fell on the dough.

Pressed into its smooth, soft surface was a tiny impression in the shape of Liam, arms outstretched and legs splayed, as if he had been caught mid-dash.

“Aww, did I flatten my little nephew?" she cooed.

A burst of laughter escaped her as she pictured Liam getting squished beneath the rolling pin like a cartoon character, his tiny body stretched comically wide. Just like in those old cartoons where characters got flattened by steamrollers only to peel themselves off the ground moments later.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I actually got you! Are you okay?"

She leaned closer, examining the little form.

"Liam?" she called. "You can stop playing dead now."

No movement.

A flicker of concern crossed her face. She hadn't actually pressed that hard, had she?

"Liam?" she called again, poking gently at the small impression. "This isn't funny."

No response.

Lilly's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she murmured. "I didn't— I wasn't really—"

She pictured Liam running for his life, his lungs burning, his heart pounding with terror.

He must have been screaming, begging her to stop, while she'd just laughed.

“No. No no no… please“

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The rolling pin had crushed him as she pushed it slowly forward, giggling the whole time.

Lilly's stomach lurched.

What had she done? How would she explain this to his mother?

Who would believe that she'd accidentally squished her nephew with a rolling pin while baking cookies?

The tears spilled over now, running down her cheeks.

She'd never meant to hurt him. It was just supposed to be a joke, a little scare.

How could she have been so careless?

She looked at Liams imprint again.

Was that movement?

Her eyes widened.

Lilly bent closer, tilting her head slightly, squinting at the tiny figure.

... to be continued

Part 1 is on my profile.

...

He scrambled to push himself upright, but it was too late.

The rolling pin caught his legs.

A faint tiny squeak.

Silence.

Lilly reached the end of the dough and lifted the pin, expecting to see Liam standing breathless at the edge.

But her laughter faded away as her eyes fell on the dough.

Pressed into its smooth, soft surface was a tiny impression in the shape of Liam, arms outstretched and legs splayed, as if he had been caught mid-dash.

“Aww, did I flatten my little nephew?" she cooed.

A burst of laughter escaped her as she pictured Liam getting squished beneath the rolling pin like a cartoon character, his tiny body stretched comically wide. Just like in those old cartoons where characters got flattened by steamrollers only to peel themselves off the ground moments later.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I actually got you! Are you okay?"

She leaned closer, examining the little form.

"Liam?" she called. "You can stop playing dead now."

No movement.

A flicker of concern crossed her face. She hadn't actually pressed that hard, had she?

"Liam?" she called again, poking gently at the small impression. "This isn't funny."

No response.

Lilly's hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she murmured. "I didn't— I wasn't really—"

She pictured Liam running for his life, his lungs burning, his heart pounding with terror.

He must have been screaming, begging her to stop, while she'd just laughed.

“No. No no no… please“

Tears welled up in her eyes.

The rolling pin had crushed him as she pushed it slowly forward, giggling the whole time.

Lilly's stomach lurched.

What had she done? How would she explain this to his mother?

Who would believe that she'd accidentally squished her nephew with a rolling pin while baking cookies?

The tears spilled over now, running down her cheeks.

She'd never meant to hurt him. It was just supposed to be a joke, a little scare.

How could she have been so careless?

She looked at Liams imprint again.

Was that movement?

Her eyes widened.

Lilly bent closer, tilting her head slightly, squinting at the tiny figure.

... to be continued

I need your help!

I want to write a story to go with my latest picture — a woman standing on the deck of a cruise ship, taking a selfie. (You can see it on my Patreon post.)

I'm a little stuck, though. I was thinking something like smuggling a shrunken boyfriend (or kids) onto the ship to dodge the extra cost. Imagine all the ways that could go wrong. Near misses. Accidents waiting to happen.

But I'm curious what you see when you look at it. Your ideas might be exactly what I need — I might even turn one (or a mix of a few) into something bigger.

Everyone who leaves a good comment over on my Patreon page gets a little thank-you gift in return. ❤️

The link is in my profile. It's free to follow. All you need is an account.

Can you imagine?

Today my one inch tall son asked me to sit on him!

For a second, I was lost for words.

Then I asked him where on earth he got such an idea.

He confessed to me that he couldn’t help but think about it ever since a friend from college had told him how his mother accidentally sat on him.

From what this friend said, it must have been the most amazing feeling.

I thought it must be a joke - but he was serious.

I told him I wouldn’t do it, because it is weird and way too dangerous.

I mean.. you know.. just think about it.

Actually, I didn’t tell him it was weird because I didn’t want to upset him.

Shortly after, he tried to talk me into it.

He even came up with rules to make it safer - but I was still against it.

That was until he casually mentioned that he could just ask someone else to do it.

The picture this sentence painted in my mind finally made me give in.

So I sat down on him.

Very slowly.

Inch by inch.

As gently as I could.

Then I felt it.

To my surprise, it felt different than I had expected.

Judging by his movements beneath me, he actually seemed to like it.

I decided to stay seated a little longer so he could enjoy it even more.

A minute passed. Maybe two.

Suddenly I noticed that he wasn’t moving anymore.

This made me jump to my feet.

At first, it didn’t look that bad.

Then I bent down to take a closer look at him.

…

I’ll put it this way…

The mother of the other child was either built like a little fairy - or my son really should have chosen his friends more wisely.

If this was meant to be a prank, it went horribly wrong.

God… I’m so sorry.

But that’s all I can say for now.

I know I still haven't explained why I slid my pants down... but that's a story for another time.

Or maybe it isn't.

Should I tell you what really happened — or leave it here?

Tell me below. If enough of you want it, I might write it.

The kitchen was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and vanilla as Lilly rolled out the dough.

Liam watched her from the edge of the kitchen island, his attention drawn to the subtle movement of her ample chest as she worked.

Lilly, in her early thirties, had long black hair loosely tied back. She wore a white tank top and a dark blue apron sprinkled with flour.

To Liam, the rolling pin in her hands looked like a massive steamroller, pressing the fluffy dough into a thin, flat sheet with each roll.

Each pass sent faint vibrations through the countertop.

Ever since the mysterious shrinking virus had reduced him to the size of an ant, Liam had been forced to adjust to his new world.

Everyday objects now towered over him, and even the most mundane actions carried an inherent risk.

As Aunt Lilly turned away to grab a bag of sugar from the counter, Liam couldn’t resist.

Curious as ever, he stepped onto the dough and wandered across the soft, warm surface.

It felt plush beneath his bare feet, like walking across memory foam. With each step, he left tiny imprints, miniature footprints scattered across the smooth surface.

His excitement was short-lived.

When Lilly turned back, her eyes landed on the tiny indentations.

She quickly spotted Liam and gasped dramatically. "Oh, Liam! You've ruined my perfect dough!"

Liam froze.

She tilted her head. A long strand of black hair slipped free and swung like a rope above him.

Her shadow enveloped him as she leaned in closer, a glint of mischief shining in her eyes.

He waved his arms, trying to explain, but his voice was too small.

Lilly tapped her lip, pretending to think. “Hmmm… you know what I do with bad little boys who ruin my baking?”

She lifted the rolling pin.

“They get flattened.”

Liam’s heart nearly stopped. She wasn’t serious. Was she?

“Run, little man,” she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Let’s see if you’re fast enough.”

He turned and ran.

The dough stretched ahead of him like a football field. Every stride felt slow, sucked down by the giving surface.

From behind came the dull thunk-thunk of the pin being set down… and then rolled —slow, steady, playful.

“Come on, Liam! I’m catching up!” she laughed joyfully, like a girl chasing a bug.

He picked up his pace, feeling the burn in his legs.

She was right on his heels, playfully pushing the rolling pin along.

Liam dared a glance over his shoulder, his heart racing.

In that split second, his foot snagged on an uneven ridge in the soft dough, and he tumbled forward, sprawling onto the warm surface.

... to be continued