u/kalimbas000

I'm looking for thoughtful and very detailed roleplay partners who are interested in the general scenario of shrinking me, unwillingly and permanently, and taking me home to keep as a pet forever. There are some obvious, easy scenarios to work with if other ideas don't come to mind. Maybe you're a friend who has been developing a shrink ray, and you decide that I'm the perfect person to test it out on — without telling me beforehand that it's irreversible. Maybe you're a stranger or acquaintance of some kind who has long harbored an unrequited crush on or obsession with me, so you figure out a way for us to finally be together, where I won't be able to leave or say no and you can take care of me forever (a personal favorite). Maybe I'm coming to interview for a "personal assistant" job you're offering me, but I don't realize until it's too late that it's not exactly the job I'd assumed it'd be. Maybe it's something else entirely. I love chatting out ideas beforehand and figuring out all the little details. It's always fun to build an idea together that we're both excited about. The more invested you are in that part, the more we'll probably click. And I'm open to new ideas that push what I think my preferences are if they're coming from a good writer whose preferences and limits click well enough with my own.

In any case, the end goal is for you to have your very own miniature woman — and I mean really little, as in four to five inches tall — who has no choice but to depend on you for everything. I prefer the giant character to not be overly cruel, mean, or aggressive. While there will be plenty of smut to get to, a big draw of this, to me, is all of the delicious psychological tension and nuance for us both to play with as we paint a portrait of what's swirling around both of our characters' heads, really taking our time enjoying and exploring the slow burn of it all. Maybe your character starts out as an awkward and nerdy type, and having this tiny woman in their care slowly but surely coaxes them into becoming a more assertive, confident person. Mine, meanwhile, has to contend with what was once a nobody type they'd dismiss in everyday life having such a massive, intimidating, monster or godlike presence and the creeping realization that she no longer has independence or agency; it's the giant who will call all the shots for her from now on now that she's in their care. These can shift based on the starting scenario, but it's always fun to start out with something that allows the shrinking to cause a sudden, dramatic power reversal that's psychologically devastating for the shrunken woman but an exciting ego boost for her "normal"-sized captor, who finds themselves enjoying the opportunity to finally be in charge in such an incredible, fantastical way — and in a way that the outside world will never know.

But, again, it's boring if the giant is just a mean bully. A big attraction of this for me is exploring subtle humiliation, the shift of control and power, and the slow burn of tension, which are all more fun to play out when the giant caretaker/captor is mostly friendly, calm, cool, and merely amused by their new tiny woman captive's tantrums and pushbacks. After all, she's four to five inches tall. What's she going to do about it? There's no need for the giant to be cruel. They've already won. She belongs to them now.

Favorites:

• descriptive, engaged, and invested writing
• unwilling shrinking / being an unwilling captive
• embarrassment and humiliation
• power reversal / imbalance
• subtle and overt psychological tension
• some mix of a deluded, demented, friendly, loving, and unintentionally condescending captor
• ENF
• dubcon / noncon

Also love:

• being kept in a simple, sparse hamster cage, no bells and whistles
• overweight captors
• legal but notable age difference (in either direction, all depends on the scenario)
• pet play (food pellets, tone of talking from the giant, cutesy names)
• doll play, especially crude doll clothes that fasten shut down the back with velcro
• forced orgasms
• outfit control
• medical / clinical / experimental elements, particularly latex gloves (depending on scenario)

Limits:

• anything foot or toilet related
• cruelty, torture, physical abuse, death
• unnecessarily mean captors (though it's fine and fun to get angry, upset, have a hot temper, etc)
• most taboo themes
• lazy/rushed/illogical writing

Intrigued? Allured? Think we'd make a good match? Let's chat and find out.

I'm a young, fit, attractive, outgoing waitress at a nearby restaurant. You, an older, overweight, and socially awkward older man, go to that restaurant alone semi-frequently, and several weeks into when I start working there, I end up serving you. Instantly you're struck by me and form a bit of a crush, and of course I'm extremely friendly to you, like I am with any customer, because I need the tips. You start to come to the restaurant more often, and you strike up conversation with me as much as possible. Eventually you get a handle on when my shifts are, and even when you aren't lucky enough to get seated at one of my tables, you admire me from afar. Over the next few months it turns into a crush, then very quickly develops into an obsession. You're way out of my league, but my polite demeanor only encourages your fantasies to seem more possible, however delusional they might be.

One afternoon, when I'm serving you and making conversation, I offhandedly mention going on a great date the other night after you ask what I've been up to lately. You play it as cool as you can in the moment, but when you get home, you're despondent. Your obsession with me has evolved so much — you've taken to stalking my social media accounts regularly by this point, going so far as to print out some pictures of me, including one you have framed in your office right next to your computer — and you've become quietly possessive of me and convinced that we're meant to be together, despite pretty much everything pointing to the contrary. You're hurt, but you keep going to the restaurant anyway. The months roll by, and you begin to grow impatient by your inability to turn your fantasies of us into a reality. Your questions when I serve you start to get slightly pushy, a little too personal and invasive, and after trying to casually suggest we get drinks sometime — after spending weeks psyching yourself up for it so you can gather just enough confidence to actually ask — I very gently, politely turn you down. Well, that's not going to work for you. Not at all.

You stop going to the restaurant as frequently, because now, it's clear that I don't realize how ideal you are for me. How can't I possibly see that — how obviously perfect we'd be together, how you'd pamper me and take care of me like a princess?! You realize that, unfortunately, you've now been forced to get me to learn this the hard way. You're going to have to take things into your own hands — literally.

You still visit the restaurant, but it's less frequent, because for the next handful of months, much of your time is dedicated to planning out our new life together. First up is a long, in-depth internet research phase until you find the shrink ray, which takes two months to even arrive. You have no idea if it'll even work, but that gets you even more excited to keep planning. You buy a hamster cage with a hot pink plastic bottom, smooth vertical metal bars, and a door on the top that snaps shut, figuring I'll feel more at home in something girly where I'll be safe and secure — where I won't get hurt or lost while you're gone at work all day. You lovingly stitch together a handmade bed from a thin rectangular slice of foam and some fabric. You set up the water bottle on the side of the cage, get a food bowl, and do some internet research before buying a large jar of "nutrient pellets" that'll make it much easier for you to keep me well-fed, especially when you're away at work or running errands. You order a collection of what you consider beautiful doll dresses online, all with a thin strip of velcro down the back, and you plan on being extremely involved and hands-on picking out a pretty dress for me to wear every day — though you also consider the possibility that dressing me up every day won't be exactly necessary. You keep your home at a very comfortable temperature, after all. Maybe the dresses will just be for special occasions?

Outside of my "new room" is also something you made just for me, a sort of housewarming — cagewarming? — present: a new framed photo of both of us, finally together, a happy couple. You found the perfect full-body photo of me from my social media months ago, then you took just the right selfie smiling sweetly to camera with your hand resting in front of your chest palm-up, slightly curved and cradled. While you aren't an expert-level photo editor, you've got enough of the basic skill down to then create a surprisingly convincing edit of my miniature body standing on your palm, both of us happily smiling to the camera together. It's bizarre, but for you, it's a sweet framed photo of us set on your dresser just outside of my cage, so I can look at us together — whether I like it or not — before I go to sleep or when you're gone for long days of work. When you get ready for work every morning or are undressing for bed during those long, anticipatory months of planning, you always pause in front of your dresser and lovingly smile down at the little arrangement on top of it, all level with the crotch of your pants as you stare down at it. You sometimes squat down to get more level with the cage just to drink in the sight of it then grin over at the photo of us, giddy at the sight of the empty cage just next to it. You imagine the feeling you'll have the day I'm finally safely locked inside it, in the little home I truly belong, and officially your permanent little plaything. God, It's going to be so much fun.

Your fantasies get more fun, more exciting. Seeing the cage makes it begin to feel more real. You imagine the possibilities with the new, more manageable version of me — the way you want to pin me down in your hand, spread my legs apart, touch me all over with your fingers, rub at me with your finger until it breaks down my defenses and makes me wet, lick and suckle and lap at me, experiment with me, hold me over a vibrator, lower me down over your cock and sandwich me between it and your hand. God, the possibilities are endless. You can't wait to finally find out what it all feels like. Sometimes you just lie in bed at night unable to sleep just considering all the fun ways you'll be able to play with me. You intend to pamper me constantly in all kinds of ways. Your very own little doll — the doll I'm destined to be.

The cage is set up, the clothes are purchased, the supplies are ready, and the ray is in your possession. Now all you have to do is strike. For the next couple weeks, you start to come into the restaurant more often than usual, and I serve you a handful of times. You're more confident in your interactions with me this time around, often with a big calm, knowing smile on your face rather than your usual awkward and shy demeanor. But I still make you a little insecure and nervous, just because your obsession with me is so strong. You're partly making sure you have a handle on when my shifts are, and partly just enjoying watching me this way — these final bittersweet moments of me being big and forced to fend for myself out in the huge, scary, unfair, unforgiving world — before we finally are truly together and you get to take over everything for me. You're just so, so excited to take care of me. I won't have to work this grueling job, I won't have to pay bills, I won't have to bother with friends or maintaining a social life, I won't have to spend time on a cell phone or the internet, I won't have to deal with or stress about dating. I won't have to worry about anything. You're going to take care of all of it from now on — not to mention act on all of the sexual fantasies that have been building in your mind since you set this whole plan into motion — and pamper me for the rest of our days together. It's going to be wonderful, right? Surely I'll realize that you were right, that we were meant to be together, and I'll behave, cooperate, comply, obey, be grateful, and give in to my new carefree life of complete luxury — not freak out and fight back. Right?

Finally, the time comes to strike. You're in the parking lot one night at around 8pm when I'm finishing up a shift and tiredly walking to my car. You're anxious, excited, and sweaty. You can't believe this is really, finally about to come together. Making sure not to alert me to your presence, you sneak behind me, whip out the ray, aim it at me, and hold down the button. Right in front of you, it looks like I've completely disappeared. You panic, walk over to where I was standing, then glance around the parking lot surface nervously.

There I am.

You strain as you squat down to stare at me, your tubby belly bulging more and your mouth open in shock. Oh my God, it actually worked! You get butterflies in your stomach instantly. I couldn't be much bigger than five inches tall! I've been zapped down to a miniature version of myself, and I'm lying passed out on my back, my legs and arms sprawled out in a vulnerable little "X" shape, my head limp and tilted to the side. My purse, apron, and car keys must have fallen off before I was zapped, because they're on the ground on either side of me, but they're still their normal size. I'm wearing the outfit that was under my server apron, which was shrunk down with me: a black short-sleeve button down blouse, a short tight black mini skirt hiked up slightly due to my spread legs, sheer black tights, and black leather booties with low heels. My shoulder-length brown hair still looks perfectly wavy and styled. My eyes — you've always been in love with how brilliant green they are — are totally shut. Carefully you approach me with your pudgy index finger, and you very gently rest it on my shirt over my chest. The sensation you feel after a few seconds of concentration — the miniature curves of my breasts beneath the fabric, the faintest movement of them rising and falling to confirm to you I'm still breathing — sends a shockwave of excitement and arousal through you.

I'm completely helpless — and now, completely yours. I don't know it yet, but from this point on, I will have the lucky luxury of depending on you completely. The privilege of being with you forever. You're confident now that I'm so lucky to have someone like you — I'm your very own little princess now! And a toy you can play with forever. Our perfect little life together — the life you knew was always meant to be — can now finally begin.

You want to pinch yourself right now. You're overwhelmed with joy and giddiness, and just staring at my helpless miniature form passed out below you, a bulge is growing in your pants. You just can't believe it. This is it. The day has come. Finally. You have me all to yourself.

You just stare at me for a few moments in a blissful daze, drinking up the sight of me lying there and groaning slightly at how instantly hard your cock has become — this has been, after all, over a year and a half in the making, since the first time your eyes landed on me. The bulge in your pants twitches in reaction; you're just in awe it's all finally real. That empty cage on your dresser is finally going to have your long-awaited little pet living inside of it. This was worth the wait. And now, me politely turning you down is no longer an option. In fact, you realize in this moment how much more you love me like this. So small, so delicate, so vulnerable, so desperately dependent on you and your care and protection. I was meant to be your little doll. Now you can finally give me the pampered, carefree, luxurious life I deserve! Hopefully I'll cooperate and realize how perfect this is for me. You really would prefer that happen sooner than later — you may not admit it, but you're an extremely sensitive person with, well, maybe a bit of a hot temper when you feel slighted. So hopefully that won't be an issue...

You look up and see a couple approaching from far away. Snapping out of your daze now, you glance back down at me. You have to gingerly scoop me up and hurry home with me before anyone sees. Taking great care to be gentle with my miniature body, you lift me up in your hand, scurry to your car, and rush home with me. When you get inside, you excitedly make your way to your kitchen then set me down on your small dining table so that I'm lying on my back, and for a while you're just sitting there hunched over me, staring at my little body in giddy fascination and occasionally poking at me or resting your hand over my chest to confirm I'm still breathing. After about an hour of that without me waking up you get worried, so you decide you should distract yourself for a while. You disappear into your office down the hallway to check up on some emails.

After about ten minutes of you being in your office, my body begins shifting alone out in the kitchen. I'm starting to wake up. And I'm in for a gigantic surprise.

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Favorites:

• descriptive, engaged, and invested writing
• unwilling shrinking / being an unwilling captive
• embarrassment and humiliation
• power reversal / imbalance
• subtle and overt psychological tension
• some mix of a deluded, demented, friendly, loving, and unintentionally condescending captor with maternal tendencies
• ENF
• dubcon / noncon

Also love:

• being kept in a simple, sparse hamster cage, no bells and whistles
• overweight giants (the bigger the better)
• legal but notable age difference (in either direction, all depends on the scenario)
• pet play (food pellets, tone of talking from the giant, cutesy names)
• doll play, especially crude doll clothes that fasten shut down the back with velcro
• medical / clinical / experimental elements, particularly latex gloves (depending on scenario)
• forced orgasms
• outfit control

Limits:

• anything foot or toilet related
• cruelty, torture, physical abuse, death
• unnecessarily mean captors (though it's fine and fun to get angry, upset, have a hot temper, etc)
• most taboo themes
• lazy/rushed/illogical writing

Intrigued? Allured? Think we'd make a good match? Let's chat and find out.