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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’m what they call an Amazon, a Giantess, towering over most men, especially my own father. Dad? He’s a ‘Little.’ Not just short, mind you, but actually, genuinely small. His head barely reaches my knee, his hands are so tiny they fit perfectly in the palm of my own. In our society, women like me aren’t just leaders; we’re the bedrock, the backbone. We build, we manage, we protect. Men, the Littles, often need assistance. So, when I got my acceptance to the Grand Citadel University, Dad went into a panic.

“Who will help me reach the top shelf, Cory? How will I get to work? Who will even get me into bed at night?” He looked so vulnerable, my tiny dad, perched on the edge of the sofa, his little feet dangling. He offered me the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. “Stay, my dear. You can control the house, the finances. I’ll keep working, of course, but you’ll be the woman of the house.” It was a tempting offer. A sizable allowance sealed the deal. College could wait. Power, and a fat bank account, were right here.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Mom already has a little pool tote packed and is waiting on me, but I can’t decide on which bikini I wanna tease you with. We’ve been neighbors for a few years, and you’ve finally invited us to spend the day enjoying your big pool. I know my mom thinks you like her, but obviously, you’d want someone my age. Someone to keep you young!
Jessica, my mom, keeps telling me to hurry up and that being late when the house is right next door is inexcusable. I picked a tiny red bikini a friend left at the house last summer. It’s a little too small for me; it shows way more tits than she would ever allow and rides up my ass like a thong.

I yank on some jean cut-off shorts to cover it and a white button-up blouse. Next, I run into my flip-flops and jog down the stairs, telling her I’m ready. I see her bag and ask what she could need when it’s right next door. Mom’s wearing a sensible black tankini, but her massive tits still threaten to spill over the top. The back is all open, showing her smooth skin, and she has a sheer black wrap skirt around her hips, giving just a hint of her thick thighs as she walks. She looks down in the bag and shrugs. “Towles, sunscreen, clothes to change into if we get cold.”

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend is becoming a tiny man. When he first told me, I thought he was joking. Then he made me realize that he is completely serious. He’s going through an experimental process of slowly shrinking him down to just two to three inches. He’s literally going to be tiny. I’m going to be like a giant mom to him. You see, I have agreed to take him in after his process is complete. He’s going to be too tiny to live on his own. He’s going to need someone that he can completely trust to take care of him. I’m going to have to sign nondisclosure agreements and all. This is going to be a legal arrangement sort of like adoption. We are so excited about all the fun things we will be able to do together. He’s going to be able to sit on the counter while I make dinner. When I take a shower, he will have to sit on the ledge and watch me. He can’t be left alone. I have to take care of him. They are going to make him some special furniture and plumbing fixtures for his tiny little body.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Shrinking Fantasy.  He bragged about how much bigger he was than me.  I decided it was time for him to learn a very important lesson.  Before we settled down for the night, I gave him a special potion that could make him shrink down as he slept.  He woke up lost in his pile of large clothes and squeaked as he crawled out and saw my giant face hovering over him.

“What happened?” his tiny voice asked.

“I turned you into my tiny little toy,” I replied smiling sweetly.

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Mercedes 1844-332-2639 Ext. 423

Have you ever wondered what it would be like, to be shrunken down to the size of a snack, perhaps a biscuit? Well, imagine that you have stumbled upon my secret laboratory where I do a bunch of experiments. When you walk through, you are fascinated by all the lab equipment and machines I have throughout my lab. Then, something catches your attention, a large rectangular metal box with a drape covering it. You’re wondering if this maybe the prototype machine for an experiment I have been working on.

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Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

I’ve got a taste for Vore. Have you heard of it before? Do you know what it entails? Why don’t you have a sip of this unique drink as I tell you all about how exciting it is to have an erotic desire or sexual fantasy to consume someone?

Ah, yes, I see the potion is working quickly! Look at you shrinking before me. After all, you understand, I couldn’t swallow a grown man, don’t you? So I simply had to make you smaller to eat you as I planned.

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I snuck up behind you, bare feet silent against the carpet. I raised the magic wand, whispering the incantation. You hear the whispers and start to turn around, but it’s too late. You start looking down, being taller than me, but suddenly, I am getting bigger. Wait, that’s not right. I am not changing; it’s you. You are shrinking. Your clothes become loose, then too much, until you shrink into a pile of too-big clothes. Now you are Giantess Miqala’s Tiny Man.

I reach down before you can get your bearings, wrapping my hand around your torso. You panic as I lift you easily, wrapping both your arms around a couple of fingers surrounding you, gripping like your life depends on it. I take two steps and place you on a short, high shelf in the corner of the room. Placing you on it carefully, I smile softly, taking a step back and giving you time to understand our dynamics and see your predicament.

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