u/No-Dot-3775

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The evening wore on as the tv droned on in front of them, the couple deciding to eat in rather than go out but the discussion of *what* to cook lingered on. “Do you just wanna do something basic? Burgers and fries, maybe a meatloaf? I’m not feeling like doing a ton of prep work personally.” He sighed as he leaned his head on her knee, the two tangled up on the couch as her stomach angrily gurgled again. “Oh come on… you know I don’t want anything so plain. Spice it up some, maybe some egg rolls and ramen? I know we have all the stuff, I made you grab it last night.”

He huffed against her leg before he slumped further back on the couch. “Ugh… that’s going to take forever and you know it.” He whined as she rolled her eyes and started to stand. “It’ll be fine you big baby. I’ll get started and you just come help me finish up.” With that she began prepping the vegetables, chopping cabbage as she smirked over at him.

He’d almost dozed off when suddenly she appeared over the back of the couch, measuring something as she focused. “Alright, you’re up little guy.” With the quick statement she blanketed him in a bit of an odd powder. Seconds later he felt queasy, dizzy and then felt his body contract until he had dwindled down to just about an inch in height. She used the scoop from the powder and gingerly carried him over to the counter.

She dumped him unceremoniously into the bowl of chopped filling as she hummed to herself. “There we go. Now I can start rolling since I have my special ingredient!” She poked him deeper into the mix and chuckled. “You didn’t want to help so this is my compromise.” She said it matter of factly as she took a pinch from the bowl and rolled it, sealing the ends in a neat fold. “You’re coming up little man, you’re the special roll today.”

He squirmed in the cut mix of carrots, cabbage and bean sprouts as her fingers waggled overhead. “Alright babe, you made your point! Get me out of here, please?” She didn’t respond, if anything her hands slowed down and crept up menacingly slowly as he scrambled to get away. His futile attempts thwarted as she pinched him in a ball of stuff and placed him on the square egg roll paper. A quick egg wash on the edges and she was applying gentle yet firm pressure to his sides as she rolled him up causally. “Baby, stop! Please you know I’m into softer vore…!” She looked him dead in the eyes and licked her lips as she folded the end up and chuckled darkly.

From inside the roll he could see the filtered light, yellowed by the wrapper she’d so easily contained him in. She chimed in above his doughy entrapment, pressing on it with a single finger. The tube of vegetables squishing around him. “Look, you can eat your way out if you think you’re not too tiny to break free. But just know that wrapper is the only thing that’s going to be stopping the hot oil from frying your puny ass like a grasshopper…” She cackled uncontrollably as she plucked up the raw roll and brought it close to her lips. She spoke low and menacing as her breath washed over the spot he was stuffed in to. “And just think… I won’t even know which one you’re in when I’m done. A total surprise for me… agonizing for you probably though, huh?” She let her breath wash over the end nearest him, she knew he’d feel it in there still. The roll dropped unceremoniously into the scalding oils as she rolled it around to cook evenly.

He was panicking as the walls of his papery prison felt ever more unsafe. One puncture, her grabbing it a bit hard with tongs, any number of things could go wrong here and actually fry him. “Jesus fuck! She actually did it… that crazy asshole actually wants to cook me! I know we’ve talked about it but this is way too far…” He grabbed at cold strips of the filling, frantically trying to pick them to the edges and ride out her torments. The spattering crackle of the pan a terrifying noise like gunshots around him. The egg roll was like a bunker in a war zone and he was utterly defenseless within. It felt like an eternity but after only a few minutes she pulled the rolls, leaving his off to the side.

She grabbed a different piece of the steaming pile and bent down close to him, crunching loudly into the crispy tip. “Mmmmm…. So much better when you make them at home.” She lightly knocked his golden brown prison as she took another bite. Licking her lips loudly as she fawned over the taste. “Guess I’ll just have to keep looking for my special treat. Hope you didn’t melt away already shrimp…” He shook in the roll as he considered trying to claw his way to freedom. Before he got the nerve her fingers pinched around the appetizer, pinning him inside between her digits. “This one feels firm… I wonder just why…”

She ran a fingernail along the outside, the crisp shell causing a horrible raking sound inside as he flinched from it. “No, no, no… Babe stop it! I’m not going in without a fight, you know that!” He didn’t know she could hear him… listening as her mouth watered at the prospect of him wriggling and writhing. She couldn’t wait any longer as she bit the end by his feet and pulled, the tiny man dangling from her maw after being ripped from safety in an instant. He was screaming, startled and swaying to her chuckling as he swung over her bowl of ramen. The steaming dish of fragrant broth his only possible landing zone that wasn’t the hard tabletop.

She slurped his leg further into her mouth before parting her lips entirely and dropping him into the soup with a small plop. He wriggled and writhed in the hot piles of steamed vegetables and noodle as she clicked a pair of chopstick overhead. “Mmmm looks so yummy.” The wooden poles slammed on either side of him as she pinched him in a smattering of sprouts and dunked him under. He screamed as he went down, coughing and sputtering as he came up from the plunge. “Are you crazy?! You’re going to dr-“ His words were silenced as the sticks brought a slab of beef over and blanketed him in meat before wrapping him in it and plucking him from the stew.

Her teeth sliced right into the meaty slice as she pulled it out of her grip, dropping him down at her chest below. He smacked into her tits with a wet pap and bounced back into the broth. She lost it, a hand smacking the table with a loud boom as she nearly snorts while laughing. “Oh my god! You’re barely a fucking crumb! Too bad I didn’t get to do that finger smear to remove you from my chest. I’m sure you’d have liked being pressed in here…” She gave an exaggerated push on the droplets where he touched down, her finger sinking into ample cleavage before pulling out and being sucked clean. “Mmmm… has just the tiniest taste of fear. And I do mean… tiny.”

She bullied him with the chopsticks once more, nabbing his ankle and dragging him under to the bottom. She released and pulled more from the bowl in a massive bite that loomed high over the olympian sized bowl he was stuck in. “God… so small a morsel I could have drowned you in my broth. That body’s gotta be trembling by now, you’ve been pretty silent for someone who was going to put up a fight.” She plunged the spears in beside him causing him to flinch and recoil from the splashing blow. “P-p-please baby I-i-i don’t want th-“ She drug the utensils to the side and knocked him below the salty waves of beef once more. “You don’t want what? Me to wait any longer? Good thinking dearest.”

As soon as he reappeared she snatched him up and tossed him into her mouth as though he was just another sliced carrot piece. As she hummed happily around him, vibrating his entire world, she sloshed him from side to side in her mouth. Saliva looking around him as she tasted every last bit of him. “I’ll get you out in a bit baby… maybe…” Her tongue lifted as she swallowed, the last sigh the got her uvula as it ascended overhead while he plummeted. Her throat constricted, the muscles massaging him downward rapidly as he suddenly broke into free fall.
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Starting to post a few more stories here and there. Been fairly inspired recently overall so if you have any ideas for more, drop them in the comments.

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*The house had been dark for hours as I sat under my clear prison. My ex had left me a meager few inches tall on the coffee table after a bad breakup. I had been pushing and pounding on the sides for hours but it was no use. My body was just too light to move it now as I waited for whatever fate I was now granted.*
*As I sat and tried my best to find a silver lining i suddenly heard the front door unbolt and the sound of huge heavy footfalls following. I stood up hopeful as I began pounding and screaming with all my might!*
“Please! Help me I’m trapped in here!” My words were frantic but from the outside only tiny squeaks and a light tapping…
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Pretty basic premise, I’m sure many of you have seen it before lol. I’m in the mood for something quicker tonight if anyone’s if the mod to toy with a roommate 🤭

Kinks: Shrinking, mouthplay, foodplay, vore (oral preference), giantess, breastplay, lactation, unaware to aware, teasing, humiliation, petplay, expansion, crushing (non-fatal), entrapment, feet (when not main focus), size difference, cumplay, excessive cum, overstimulation, musk, sweat. Any others, just ask!

Limits: Toiletplay, underage

Hopefully someone’s in the mood to give me a bit of a dwindling down!

Haven’t been able to find too many giantesses myself to RP with but that’s ok, writing a story about one is still rather fun! Little idea I hope to make a proper prompt one day but for now it might just become a story series.
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It was 4 in the morning, his fingers typing away as fast as the could with a yawn and a sigh. He was tired but knew he had to finish his writing. It was imperative he finish his reply before dozing off or else he’d have to deal with *her*. Bella wasn’t exactly the type of woman you wanted to agitate. In fact he avoided it at all costs whenever possible, stretching as he looked over his work and proofread it for grammar. Nearly 13000 characters and it was just a basic reply to the RP she had set up. He hit send and shuffled on over to his bed, falling on it instead of getting under the covers as he passed out quickly. The last sound he heard the notification ding from the next room.

Bella grabbed her phone excitedly as she went to read the next installment that had been sent to her. Settling in on the couch and wrapping herself up tight as she bit her lip in anticipation as to what would happen to her character next. Bella herself had always been on the taller side at 6’2” making most men fairly intimidated by her to say the least. Those who weren’t seemed to fetishize her over her stature, a thing she really wasn’t into herself. She’d always hated how tall she was, wanted to retreat into herself and feel tiny. Very tiny… She’d searched for years for the perfect partner to play out her deepest desires but couldn’t find the right fit for very long. They either ghosted her, wanted to swap parts or began introducing elements she found less than savory.

That was until she found **him**. Seeking a giantess to write with himself, in-depth, detailed. The stories he wrote were engrossing, encapsulating her feelings on such a personal level that it felt like each one was just for her. That’s when she got the idea. That’s when she decided he **would** be hers. Not just a writing partner but so much more. She knew he could give her the stories, the feelings, the intoxicating deep-seated emotions that made her forget she was a tower of muscle herself and made her dwindle mentally.

It took her months of convincing, sending him her actual pictures, bullying him in and out of their playtime. Eventually he broke down, agreed to meet with her at a local coffee shop. Well, she said it was local but she’d driven a few hours to get here. She wasn’t about to pass this opportunity up, the experimental shrinking device slid in her purse as she excitedly waited for him. Bella paid the waitstaff to leave them be and waited til they went to say goodnight. The poor little thing never even knew what hit him until her fist was wrapped around him. Just a handful of inches tall and ever so malleable now. She didn’t wait for protests or stunned words, smirking and pushing him to the front of her impressive breasts. His body crushed against a nipple like he’d told her he’d enjoy in more than one talk if he ever had the chance to experience it.

That was a week ago. Now her eyes darted over to the makeshift house she’d put him in, reading the reply he’d sent her. Smiling as she giggled and read along. The end though made her grimace a bit, huffing as she stood up and walked over to his domicile. “Hey twerp! What’s the big deal?! I told you keep the foot stuff toned down some, just what do you think you’re doing sandwiching me in sweat to finish a post?” She was getting annoyed at his lack of response. She groaned as she flipped a latch and opened the roof to be able to clearly see inside, her target sleeping already. “What the fuck… I hadn’t even read it yet and he’s out? Hell no…”

Bella’s fingers grabbed the limp little man like a toy, shaking him awake as she abducted him from his bed. He screamed, panicked by the sudden jolt from slumber through his roof. “Jesus fuck Bella!!! You trying to give me a heart attack?! I finished typing, please I have to sleep or I can’t even write!” He normally wasn’t this standoffish with her but he was running on fumes by this point and not thinking clearly.

She brought him up to her face and scowled. “I’m sorry… did you just back talk me? You know our deal, I let you be a tiny little bitch, you write what I want. It’s that simple. And right now I want a fucking edit!” She dropped him a few inches onto the tabletop and loomed close. Her breasts large enough he couldn’t see past them to her face as she slammed her ham behind him, indicating that running was more than ill advised. “You’ve clearly forgotten just what small is, so let me remind you…”

With that she slammed her chest down on him, his legs caving uselessly as he was smashed like a bug by the force of her melons. He wasn’t hurt badly but his whole body felt like it might pop from the hit. She leaned forward and ground a bit, cackling in laughter. “You see this is what I want. Make me feel what you’re feeling right now. Tiny, helpless, your world in my hands and all I did was lean forward… and look at that. I didn’t even use my feet!” She let him breathe, watching him gasp and twitch. A pang of guilt shot through her as she looked at him, hoping he wasn’t actually hurt or mad at her. She pinched his hips and placed him in her palm, sighing. “Look just… we’ll get it. Sorry, I guess I did kind of run towards your feet in character.”

She trailed off a bit and looked away, embarrassed that she’d gotten so carried away. He had been a bit afraid to speak again but wasn’t one to hold back even in the worst circumstances. “You could’ve killed me! Over that?! What if you’d broken my arms or crushed me with those boulders?! Just… think Bella… god… I can tell you want me to be rougher in character though I guess.” He crossed his arms and winced in pain. “You owe me one for that you giant asshole! Good kiss then pressed in that bra while you reply. Wake me up to fuckin smash my torso…” He grumbled as the titan above him blushed a little.

“Yeah, yeah. Took you a week tiny, a whole week, to actually ask for something from me. Guess a girls gotta pay up sometime right?” She said as she engulf the tiny man in a passionate kiss then sucking his upper half into her mouth. Spitting him out into her cleavage as she giggled. “You’re lucky I have a soft spot for a tiny ordering me around a bit. Get to the nipple or just play there. You earned them finally, feisty little thing…” She leaned down and kissed him again lightly as she started her reply to him. Shuddering as she thought about this little thing ordering her to play with herself over him or making her wear him places just to make her squirm under his touch. Things were definitely getting interesting now that she’d found her match…
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Hope you enjoyed my little blurb of a story here! If anyone thinks it’s worth me uploading a few to size fiction give me your thoughts.

The warm air was electric that morning as the sun cast the first rays of cascading light across the city. Even the normally acrid air of the streets was sweet today as the atmosphere of anticipation hung heavy. It was almost surreal that the convention they’d both been waiting for was starting today.

The alarm went off on his bedside table, Mark’s hand shooting out from the covers in a flash as he bolted upright. He looked around the room lazily as he yawned. No matter how early he set his alarm she was always up first on days like this. He could hear the sound of her bustling about as she packed the final touches to her gear. He smiled as he started grabbing his own accoutrements for the days ahead, her infectious energy and the event putting a spring in his step.

He made his way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee as he ate a quick breakfast. He was lucky she even left him a cup. By the looks of the pot she’d probably had several to start her day, trying to be sharp and ready he supposed. He could hear rummaging in the bathroom and chuckled. “I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be in the living room ready to get things going in like ten minutes.” He was excited but also more than a little nervous for what was next.

He went back to the bedroom and pulled out the outfit they’d worked on together for him. “So damn eager to win that contest, can’t believe I agreed to this.” He sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he got dressed. Looking in the mirror he adjusted each piece as he thought about how she’d react. “I’m about to get every single joke I ever made about her height back tenfold. Ahhh anything for her, right?” With some final tugs and touches he headed for the couch and plopped down.

He pulled out his phone as he glanced over at the small platform that synced with their devices. He wasn’t sure how this thing worked exactly, only that it should bring him and everything on his outfit down to size just like she wanted. Supposedly there were some other features to it besides just controlling the platform but he didn’t give it much thought. In-home shrinking was still relatively sparse and fairly new. He didn’t know where she got the extra cash for it but when she wanted something she was a force of nature and nothing would stop her.

His mind wasn’t on that now though. Every other thought that crossed his mind now was about how he was going to survive the whole con with how crowded it could get. ‘She’ll be there the whole time, every step of the way.’ That’s what he kept telling himself as he wiped the sweat from his palms. He took a deep breath and began thinking instead of the unique experience that he was about to have. That and the mischievous smile she’d given him when she unveiled the plan.
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Hey there, if you read this far, thanks! I’m hoping to find a lovely lady to play my bigger half here for the whole convention (or more if you enjoy playing together). You can expect me to be a literate partner, communicate in general if there will be gaps, third person writing and lots of detail! I’m arduous with making sure I get details in a post and not just crammed in either.

If you have ANY interest at all in this plot please let me know! We can totally talk more kinks/limits if anyone is interested in playing. You can either just message or respond to this like a starter if you like too (that is what it was originally anyway lol). Totally in for long term and willing to trade if you have an idea you’ve wanted to do and been unable to find a partner. Also just as a disclaimer, not replacing anyone and if I’ve been a bit spooky on you and you’d like to continue something just message me!
Hope to hear from some of you.

The warm air was electric that morning as the sun cast the first rays of cascading light across the city. Even the normally acrid air of the streets was sweet today as the atmosphere of anticipation hung heavy. It was almost surreal that the convention they’d both been waiting for was starting today.

The alarm went off on his bedside table, Mark’s hand shooting out from the covers in a flash as he bolted upright. He looked around the room lazily as he yawned. No matter how early he set his alarm she was always up first on days like this. He could hear the sound of her bustling about as she packed the final touches to her gear. He smiled as he started grabbing his own accoutrements for the days ahead, her infectious energy and the event putting a spring in his step.

He made his way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee as he ate a quick breakfast. He was lucky she even left him a cup. By the looks of the pot she’d probably had several to start her day, trying to be sharp and ready he supposed. He could hear rummaging in the bathroom and chuckled. “I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be in the living room ready to get things going in like ten minutes.” He was excited but also more than a little nervous for what was next.

He went back to the bedroom and pulled out the outfit they’d worked on together for him. “So damn eager to win that contest, can’t believe I agreed to this.” He sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he got dressed. Looking in the mirror he adjusted each piece as he thought about how she’d react. “I’m about to get every single joke I ever made about her height back tenfold. Ahhh anything for her, right?” With some final tugs and touches he headed for the couch and plopped down.

He pulled out his phone as he glanced over at the small platform that synced with their devices. He wasn’t sure how this thing worked exactly, only that it should bring him and everything on his outfit down to size just like she wanted. Supposedly there were some other features to it besides just controlling the platform but he didn’t give it much thought. In-home shrinking was still relatively sparse and fairly new. He didn’t know where she got the extra cash for it but when she wanted something she was a force of nature and nothing would stop her.

His mind wasn’t on that now though. Every other thought that crossed his mind now was about how he was going to survive the whole con with how crowded it could get. ‘She’ll be there the whole time, every step of the way.’ That’s what he kept telling himself as he wiped the sweat from his palms. He took a deep breath and began thinking instead of the unique experience that he was about to have. That and the mischievous smile she’d given him when she unveiled the plan.
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Hey there, if you read this far, thanks! I’m hoping to find a lovely lady to play my bigger half here for the whole convention (or more if you enjoy playing together). You can expect me to be a literate partner, communicate in general if there will be gaps, third person writing and lots of detail! I’m arduous with making sure I get details in a post and not just crammed in either.

If you have ANY interest at all in this plot please let me know! We can totally talk more kinks/limits if anyone is interested in playing. You can either just message or respond to this like a starter if you like too (that is what it was originally anyway lol). Totally in for long term and willing to trade if you have an idea you’ve wanted to do and been unable to find a partner. Also just as a disclaimer, not replacing anyone and if I’ve been a bit spooky on you and you’d like to continue something just message me!
Hope to hear from some of you. All participants must be 18+

The warm air was electric that morning as the sun cast the first rays of cascading light across the city. Even the normally acrid air of the streets was sweet today as the atmosphere of anticipation hung heavy. It was almost surreal that the convention they’d both been waiting for was starting today.

The alarm went off on his bedside table, Mark’s hand shooting out from the covers in a flash as he bolted upright. He looked around the room lazily as he yawned. No matter how early he set his alarm she was always up first on days like this. He could hear the sound of her bustling about as she packed the final touches to her gear. He smiled as he started grabbing his own accoutrements for the days ahead, her infectious energy and the event putting a spring in his step.

He made his way to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee as he ate a quick breakfast. He was lucky she even left him a cup. By the looks of the pot she’d probably had several to start her day, trying to be sharp and ready he supposed. He could hear rummaging in the bathroom and chuckled. “I’m getting dressed now. I’ll be in the living room ready to get things going in like ten minutes.” He was excited but also more than a little nervous for what was next.

He went back to the bedroom and pulled out the outfit they’d worked on together for him. “So damn eager to win that contest, can’t believe I agreed to this.” He sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he got dressed. Looking in the mirror he adjusted each piece as he thought about how she’d react. “I’m about to get every single joke I ever made about her height back tenfold. Ahhh anything for her, right?” With some final tugs and touches he headed for the couch and plopped down.

He pulled out his phone as he glanced over at the small platform that synced with their devices. He wasn’t sure how this thing worked exactly, only that it should bring him and everything on his outfit down to size just like she wanted. Supposedly there were some other features to it besides just controlling the platform but he didn’t give it much thought. In-home shrinking was still relatively sparse and fairly new. He didn’t know where she got the extra cash for it but when she wanted something she was a force of nature and nothing would stop her.

His mind wasn’t on that now though. Every other thought that crossed his mind now was about how he was going to survive the whole con with how crowded it could get. ‘She’ll be there the whole time, every step of the way.’ That’s what he kept telling himself as he wiped the sweat from his palms. He took a deep breath and began thinking instead of the unique experience that he was about to have. That and the mischievous smile she’d given him when she unveiled the plan.
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Hey there, if you read this far, thanks! I’m hoping to find a lovely lady to play my bigger half here for the whole convention (or more if you enjoy playing together). You can expect me to be a literate partner, communicate in general if there will be gaps, third person writing and lots of detail! I’m arduous with making sure I get details in a post and not just crammed in either.

If you have ANY interest at all in this plot please let me know! We can totally talk more kinks/limits if anyone is interested in playing. You can either just message or respond to this like a starter if you like too (that is what it was originally anyway lol). Totally in for long term and willing to trade if you have an idea you’ve wanted to do and been unable to find a partner. Also just as a disclaimer, not replacing anyone and if I’ve been a bit spooky on you and you’d like to continue something just message me!
Hope to hear from some of you.